#me trying to be normal in my caption but this is huge. how am i supposed to continue watching this!!!!!!?:!/!2��kwkdnd

[ashmp3]

mingyu sounds like a true jeonghan creature enthusiast 🐙

[verus-veritas]

Died and Gone to Heaven

Reworked caption story by RookCaps

"Welcome back to heaven, Atreus." The enormous scantily clothed man boomed. Jeremy had just awoken after he thought he had died saving a man by pushing him from the path of a bus hurtling towards him.

"Who... who are you?" Jeremy asked. His voice was not his own, it had a deep and masculine quality to it that was totally alien to him.

"Ah, amnesia - I am Kyrion, King of The Gods. Don't worry my son, it is normal to have temporary memory loss after living as a mortal for so long."

Son? Mortal? Is this man a god? Who is this Atreus person? Jeremy thought as he looked down for the first time, seeing the absolutely perfect adonis body below him covered only by a simple fabric that would not be considered appropriate by even the most risqué individual. Oh my god! I must be this Atreus. The hospital must have me on some crazy drugs for me to be tripping like this.

"Oh my son, my prince, I can see you are distraught. Here, I will bring you to your quarters to recover." The huge man grabbed hold of Jeremy, lifting him effortlessly. Jeremy felt like a child being cradled in Kyrion's arms.

The God King left Jeremy in a room nearby. Overwhelmed, he lay down to sleep, trying to avoid thinking about the odd yet incredible sensations coming from his god-like body. As Jeremy drifted off to sleep, he hoped he would reawaken free from this crazy fever dream.

— This must be real then. I've tried to find a more sensible explanation but all evidence points to the crazy fact that I am now in possession of this heavenly body. Jeremy had awoken to find himself still in the prince of gods, Atreus's body. He ran his hands all over those perfectly sculpted muscles, every touch leaving his new body feeling invigorated and powerful. As he grabbed his thickened and hardened manhood and thrust into it, he let out a powerful roar while golden semen coated his entire chest. After some more incredibly pleasurable self exploration of his new body he had turned to trying to find out what had happened.

He looked around his bare room for information but could not find any information at all. It was only when he walked to look in the mirror that he realized that it wasn't merely a mirror at all. It seemed to be a magical artefact of some kind, displaying whatever information he wished to see. It was there that he had learned more about this new domain. He found that Gods and Goddesses were in fact real. They had created humanity as an experiment and entertained themselves by interfering with the mortals as they saw fit. All human religion was based on one or many of the Deity's that existed in this heaven. Recently, the last couple thousand years, Kyrion had restricted Gods and Goddesses from interfering with humans directly - only he was allowed to do so and he chose to do so rarely. Punishment for Gods consisted of banishing them to live as mortals temporarily, usually for one to fifteen lifetimes. There were only 138 Gods and Goddesses, reproduction is strictly controlled by the God King.

After the brief history lesson on what seemed to be the origin of all religion Jeremy knew of, he turned to trying to figure out how he even ended up here. He found he was in the body of Prince Atreus, son of God King Kyrion. Atreus would inherit the throne if Kyrion was to die. No God had died since Kyrion had taken control, as only a Godkiller weapon could end a God's life and the new regulations put in place had prevented such weapons from being created.

Jeremy wondered if this magic mirror artefact could recall the accident that had led to this whole situation, when he had pushed that man out of the way of the bus. The mirror immediately responded to his thoughts, displaying the street he had been on that day. Just before the bus barrelled towards the oblivious hunk, who appeared to be a more human version of his current body, time slowed down.

He saw a gold glowing beam extending vertically above the scene of the impending accident, the handsome man had a silvery ethereal trail extending from his body - slowly being pulled up by the golden light. Jeremy saw himself shove the man out of the way, splatting into a bloody mess on the pavement. The man's silvery soul floated back into his muscular body while a similar, albeit much dimmer, blue ethereal mist left Jeremy’s broken body. His own soul was vacuumed up where Atreus's had meant to go.

Jeremy sat down, realizing the gravity of the situation. Should he tell Kyrion that he was not the son he appeared to be? Should he just keep quiet? He wasn't sure how the Gods would react if they knew a mortal was now in possession of one of their immortal bodies.

Distraught, he sat down in the chair beside him. He felt an odd solid object press against his beefy leg. Pulling at the cushion, he found a small glowing dagger hidden beneath the folds. Gripping it he felt an awesome power flowing through it. What does this mean?

Jeremy noticed a blinking emerald crystal in the hilt of the dagger. He rubbed his rugged finger across the gem, a strange gold light emanated from the crystal, producing an ethereal message in the air:

Mortal,

I was able to place your soul in the Prince's body without the detection of the

immortals. Not even your new father, the tyrannical Tyrion, has realized my deception. For one thousand years I have plotted his demise so I can take control as I deserved. He is the bastard son of Khronus, not me! I have one simple task for you, mortal. If you succeed, I will leave you in Atreus's body to rule by my side as my personal guard. You will no longer be a mere mortal, but a god. My task is simple, use the dagger I have left for you and plunge it into Kyrion's heart. I have scheduled a meeting with him this evening. You will join the meeting and murder him while he is distracted. He will never suspect his dim-witted son to betray him. Do this, and you will be rewarded.

Mishara, God of Deception

Jeremy didn't know what to do. The offer was enticing, he could be a god!. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to give up his integrity to be immortal, and he definitely didn't want to be this power-hungry Mishara's personal plaything.

He had only been among the gods for a day and he was already involved in their murderous and aristocratic politics. How could these super beings be so primitive? I guess we are created in their image, but we seemed to have evolved past this archaic style of government, Jeremy thought.

Hours later, Jeremy accompanied God King Kyrion to meet Mishara. Jeremy observed the two arguing about the state of human-god affairs. He could tell that this debate had been had before.

When the debate became more heated, Kyrion arose to his massive height to look down upon the God of Deception. His back was turned to Jeremy, so this was his opportunity to kill the king and keep this god-like body for himself.

He removed the dagger that had been hidden underneath the fabrics and raised it above his head.

Jeremy hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he intended to do, then stepped past Kyrion and plunged the God Killer dagger into Mishara's chest. Mishara's face twisted in shock, shouting, "You traitorous mortal!" The god fell to the ground, life leaving him as golden blood flowed from his chest.

"What have you done, Atreus? What mortal was Mishara talking about?" Kyrion asked with an edge to his voice, he did not know why his dim-witted son had done what he had done. Not trusting himself to speak, Jeremy poked the dagger's emerald; Mishara's message reappeared for Kyrion to read.

"So you are not my son, you are a human? I am surprised a mere human did not give in to their greed to steal an immortal body. You are more just than many gods, as evidenced by Mishara's betrayal. You deserve a reward." The God King rubbed his chin. "You will take my son's place as prince, heir to the throne."

"What! But what about your son? He will die a mortal?" Jeremy asked, as he questioned if immortality really was worth the freedom.

"Was being a mortal so bad that a god should not live as one? Atreus was not suited for the throne, he was as dim and stubborn as he was handsome and strong; he is better suited to be a mortal man. He had voluntarily become mortal as a vacation from the pressure of his position. He abandoned his duty as prince; no, you are humble and just, more fit for the throne than he ever could be."

Jeremy knew he could not argue with the God King, he had to accept what he had been given. He was now Atreus, God and Prince, heir to the throne of gods and goddesses. It would not take long before he came to love the glory of his immaculate body of a literal god. His to enjoy for the foreseeable eternity.

Hey everyone! Hope you've all been well! As for myself I've been feeling better health-wise, and I'm finally getting more time for writing again! I can assure you that the writing itch never left my body, as I've made a list of stories I'm planning on finishing in the foreseeable future! Stay tuned, guys! /Verus

[octuscle]

im a skinny nerd who was also a wimp and super shy. one afternoon i was walking across the college campus when a pair of big burly hands grabbed me , punched me in the gut.When i came to ,i was tied up in a chair in the male locker room with my mouth coved with duct tape , and was surrounded by the hairiest, most manly, most self-centered, most muscled guys on campus : The college football team. the football team was wearing gray tank tops with a crimson design & crimson basketball shorts . They told me that each fall they capture a college freshman nerd take him to the locker room & the jocks take that geek & they make that geek into one of their own. that this year i was that nerd & that soon i will no longer a nerd& that i was going to become a jock . first they untied me from that chair & they move me to a bench & they tied my legs to a bar below the bench and my hands two the pegs above. then they started cutting up & taking off my red star trek t-shirt & my jeans & and threw away mine "geeky" white briefs, then made me on a jock strap and Striped Red boxers. They were so uncomfortable! i saw a gym bag in a corner with other pairs of boxers& jockstraps& clothes such as gym shorts, tank top, sweats,  and a table right in front of me on that table was a football uniform, The helmet, cleats, jersey, and gear .they shoe me the jersey with my last name. i watch as they start to put me in my football uniformed which cause to change me from a nerd into a jock .first the jocks put jock deodorant which change my hair less nerdy armpits into hairy jock armpits .i have hairy armpits now the jock said Relax "Hairy pits are perfectly normal on a football jock, like you are going to be. How else did you think your going to stink like a football player after a big game with your hairless, girly armpits!". With a grimace on my face; i didn't want to stink like a jock! They reeked, and i never had to worry about body odor before, at all!.next they put shaving cream on my face which cause my face to grow a brown beard .i was  furious i was being pinned down by the football jocks while my face sprouted a thick beard, as the shaving cream did its job. i had my arms pinned above me , exposing my freshly grown armpit bushes. "Well hairy pits and a scruffy face are only the first of many steps!" the team caption announced, while playfully tugging on my new clump of pit hair. "But for the rest of the changes, we need something to kick start the process; some jock sweat!". they cover me in jock sweat the jocks very strong and pungent body odor they absolutely reeked .i realized with a strong feeling of embarrassment, that my new thick tufts of armpit hair produced the same body odor as them now. .They put in a huge green mouthguard  which change my high nerdy voice to a deep jock voice. The huge green mouthguard was already wet with spittle. i wasn't ready for it, having never worn one before. With each gag and as i swallowed the spit, he started to feel a lump start to grow in my strained neck as the start of an Adam's apple began to protrude and swell up, ending the boyish arc of my throat. "Mmmf" i said as i struggled, trying to twist out of grip without luck. i stopped fighting and the jocks just let me sit there clenching his teeth and getting used to the feel of the device collecting spit in his mouth. Finally they let me take it my voice lurched upward, cracked, and then suddenly dropped almost two octaves . "WHOA" i said grabbing my throat, the whoa coming out even a bit lower if possible. "NO GUYS. HOW AM I GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK LIKE... THIS?" Sounds good on ya, bro the jocks said .next they a put bright orange protective cup, several sizes too big for me which caused my small nerd dick into a huge jock dick was at least 8 inches soft; i could not even begin to guess how long it was hard. .i dont want to be a jock but am I destined to be swallowed whole by the football persona my  new football bros seek to impose upon me?

Bruh, stop resisting. You are already one of us. As soon as I grab you by your jockstrap, you get a hard-on. As soon as one of us grabs his own jockstrap, you get a hard-on. Accept it. You are a bro.

The next level is my favorite level. The "dressing." The sleeveless t-shirt has never been washed. And everyone on the team has worked out in it at least once. Next time you will soak it with your bro sweat. We'll slowly pull it over your head. Forget it, you can't hold your breath that long. You have to breathe in the stench of the shirt. Already at the second breath your disgust turns into lust. Your head fills with memories of how you led your friends in kindergarten and bullied the weaklings. You've been playing football since you were 10 years old. Since you were 16, the gym has been your second home. You haven't done homework in two years. Therefore you have your nerds, who are allowed to stick their face into your hairy, dump armpits from time to time. Or to wash your pickup truck. They can then claim that they are doing it for a friend. Of course, you would never even have eye contact with one of these losers in public.

The tank top fits. Your arms are bursting with muscle. Your neck is almost wider than your head. And your cheap shitty haircut has turned into an honest buzzcut cut by yourself with a long hair cutter. Okay, it's been a few days. But what are you? An effeminate model? Men don't give a shit about their hair.

Fuck, why are you lying here on the weight bench without your sweatshorts. Must have happened while fucking. You pull up your shorts and put on your size 14 training shoes over your dirty sweaty socks. In the process, you let loose a mighty protein fart. Damn, that was a good one. And it was urgent. One of the lads on defense laughs and says that no one farts like the former nerds.

Nobody calls you a former nerd. You press your broh on the weight bench. "Who's a nerd here?" you ask. He stares at you lustfully. "Me, sir!" "Good boy," you reply, snotting in his face. "Bruhs, Pete and I will be right behind you on the football field, we have some business to do here," you say. The others understand and leave. No one here doubts your alpha position.

Pictures of you are going viral now. This one I found @stargazerguy

[toxxxic-mess]

Introduction

Hey losers, and Hello Alphas.

This is my new blog, after my previous was once again banned. A few boring bits out of the way though since we’re here.

Firstly; Incase you can’t tell, I’m a beta loser. I believe woman are superior to me, and I can’t compete with real men when it comes to girls. So please don’t ask me to dominate you etc, and also please don’t call me Sir, this is a major turn off for me, just a heads up if we’re chatting and it goes quiet. My preferred pronoun is “it” :)

Also I’m happy to chat to others, it’s why keep coming back despite the constant deactivation of my accounts. But due to the amount of conversations and the amount of gooning etc, I’m less likely to reply to messages that just say hi or how are you etc. Don’t take it offensively, it’s just between a choice of spending time gooning with another loser over a hot girl, or making small talk, becoming a better beta loser will also take precedence.

The reason I post online is because I love being a loser. I love gooning to worse and worse things, and getting others to jerk off to worse and worse things. Everything I post online about myself is true, such as stories etc, and if I post about followers etc it will be a mix of true and exaggeration to get them triggered, assuming that the bits that are true are in turn told to me truthfully. For instance, if I make an exposure caption about a loser, everything in the post is true based on what they tell me. I can’t guarantee what they’ve told me, but also if I don’t believe them I won’t post. Just take it with a grain of salt. However, while I am a loser and enjoy doing humiliating things, a lot of things I am physically unable to do. This is because I have a girlfriend. No, I will not share pictures or talk about her any more, but yes, I am still a virgin. We have a good relationship, but she doesn’t enjoy being dominant or seeing me as a sissy etc, so we have an agreement I can explore fantasies online etc, and what I do at home when alone is my business. Essentially an ignorance is bliss agreement, which is fair enough, if not ideal. But it does mean things more permanent like for instance decorating my room in pink with Barbies etc just won’t happen.

I jerk to a lot, though ironically, “normal” porn doesn’t do anything for me, nor do most captions, though will post a few to encourage other losers to be better gooners. I guess being in mid 30’s and jerking off since a teen daily means I’ve seen so much it’s just boring now. As such, I’ve gotten into quite niche areas of porn, as you don’t see much so it feels fresh, though down side isn’t much of it. My biggest turn on is corruption, being turned into the opposite of what makes me me. There’s the obvious stuff like bimbofication and sissisfication, hypnosis etc, but I love the more mental alterations such as false memories, religious play and political play etc. I love gooning to anime waifus, as I try to convince myself real girls are too good for me, I’ve also started gooning to corporations. Power is sexy, corporations have power this corporations are sexy. I believe people should be treated fair, so gooning to companies paying less than minimum wage and denying rights just feels hot. As I said, been getting into niche stuff. I also enjoy making vices worse such as drinking and smoking, or creating new vices if needed too. Hopefully they’ll be more normal stuff on here for everyone, but if you develop new kinks because of it, then I’ve helped make you a worse loser, which is exactly what you should be. When I do jerk to real girls, my favourite is Riley Reid though Livvy Dunne is a close second, and you’ll see I do enjoy the Chav/White Trash aesthetic. I also have a huge crush and inferiority complex to Asian women, and obsess over e-girls like Alice Delish and Belle Delphine

A lot of what I post is not my content. Again, due to constant deactivation from higher up, I lose track of who posted what. However stuff I post that isn’t mine I fee needs to be shared as it’s so good. So if you see something you made, please don’t think I’m taking credit for it. I just wanted to share it. If I post something you made, DM me and I can take it down, attribute credit or re-blog your version etc. whatever works for you.

I do make original captions etc, but honestly, only when I feel like it, and if feel inspired by any sent pictures etc. if you want a caption send pictures and I’ll see what can do, but just be prepared I might not. I’m more likely to post if you say what sort of caption or any info you want requested in it, and almost always do it if we’ve been chatting and we’ve made each other worse perverts.

I also log into peoples social media, people who know me from my other blogs can attest to how triggering it is. If you request this, we will agree on conditions before hand, and I will do no more or no less than what we agree. Again, others can attest this is the case, but if you’re unsure, there’s nothing I can say that will change your mind. I’ve logged into peoples FB, found their hot friends and posted their pics on here turning them into goon fuel for other perverts, posted embarrassing statuses (you can always say you were hacked :) ) or just watched friends talk to you, and DM you messages on here about what I COULD reply to them posing as you. One person even let me reply to them occasionally on the condition he could send the next message after. Again whatever works for you, anything to help losers get triggered more. Getting triggered more means you need a bigger dopamine hit next time for that rush which means more time dedicated to porn. Porn always wins.

Anyway, think that’s the end of the long post done. Will post a couple of girls now just to end the wall of text.

[in1-nutshell]

I need young justice to take Caption Ace to a burger joint and watch as their body is physically incapable of handling the sheer amount of grease.

Captain Ace is back!

Hope you enjoy!

Captain Ace: Slice of Life

SFW, Platonic, Super soldier reader

YOUNG JUSTICE

It became clear to the team that Ace did not like going outside.

Outside meaning interacting with modern society.

So far, they seem to have a strict schedule they followed every day.

It was almost robotic at this point.

But if they were feeling like mixing things up, they would try and look more at the modern world from a distance.

Robin: “Hey Ace, quick question.” Ace looks up from their plain oatmeal. Kid Flash zips over and grabs the oatmeal from Ace. Ace: “Hey—oh?” Kid Flash replaces it with some waffles and fruit. Kid Flash: “We have to get you to expand your taste pallet.” Robin: “Which leads me to my question, when was the last time you went out?” Ace: “Out what?” Artemis: “You know, going out on the town or something?” Ace stops and thinks. Ace: “… I actually don’t—Oh! Wait now, I remember! I was out on the town with Jay-Jay. We were going to a picture show when these broads showed up and—are you all okay?” The entire team is looking at them in shock. Robin: “… Who here wants a free day?” All the team: “Aye!” Ace: “… Why do I feel like I’m in danger?”

It didn’t take much convincing to get the team out of the cave.

Really, all Robin had to say was when was the last time Ace interacted with the outside world, and he got the green light.

It was up to M’gann to make sure Ace was dressed appropriately.

After a bit of back and forth, Ace ended up wearing a dress shirt and some jeans.

It was a nice compromise.

The first place the team went to was the mall.

… which they quickly learned that Ace had no sense of direction in the civilian world.

Robin: “I’ve checked the appliance section!” Artemis: “I’m in the food court with Wally and there is no sign of them.” Kaldur: “I am checking the restrooms with M’gann and we have no visual.” Conner: “I’m checking the park lot, still nothing.” Meanwhile… Ace is in the arcade winning every little kid a stuff animal on every game that resembled a carnival game. Ace: “Whatya say Georgie? You want the bear? I’ll gets ya the bear!” The kids: “Ace! Ace! Ace! Ace!”

Ace was now to be accompanied by at least two team members at all times.

Especially when the team found them about to square off with an entitled Karen who was trying to steal some of the kids prizes.

Too be honest most of the team wanted to see how this went down, but they really didn’t like the look Ace was giving the lady.

Like they have said before, they don’t like bullies.

On the plus side, Ace did win each of them an extra large plushie.

Now it was time for food.

As mentioned by Wally before, Ace needed to expand their food options.

They had to admit they were a bit overwhelmed with the number of options they had.

The decided to go with a safe route.

A simple cheeseburger with some fries and a shake.

It had been years since they had that.

Ace’s eyes went wide when their meal came.

It was huge!

What happened with the proportions!?

And it was dripping too!

What was that!?

Is that normal!?

… At least it looked much more appealing than regular Hartack and canned rations.

They were about to ask if this was normal, but everyone seemed to be eating just fine.

Ace starts eating their burger. Wally playfully nudges them. Wally: “So? How is it?” Ace swallows their bite and immediately starts chugging their shake before stopping and unscrewing their water bottle. Conner: “Ace?” Ace finally gasps looking a bit queasy. Ace: “What in the BLAZES WAS THAT!” Wally: “Its just a burger Ace.” Ace gives him an annoyed look. Ace: “Do I look like a schnook? That was no… no… urgh.” Ace starts looking a bit pale. Kaldur stands up and pats Ace’s back. Ace: “I think Imma spew…” M’gann: “What’s ‘spew’?” Ace suddenly stands up and runs to the restroom. The team winces hearing a clear ‘HERK’ noise following by its content. M’gann: “Oh… that’s what they meant…”

After Ace finished emptying their stomach and was able to walk a bit, the team decided it was best to get them home.

Ace tried to protest, but the gagging stopped them.

Wally kept on apologizing.

After the team made it back to the base, Ace went to go shower.

The team was ready to retire for the night when Ace called them over to the main room.

The super soldier, in their sleep wear shyly asked if they were up for a movie night as an apology for what happened in the mall.

Ace was swept into the air by M’gann hug while the rest of the team either started getting snacks, getting comfortable on the coach or setting up the TV.

The team is sitting on the coach in various positions. Wally and M’gann come over with the food. Ace slightly moves away from the buttered popcorn. Wally sits down next to Ace holding some bowls. Wally: “This popcorn has some light seasoning, and the other bowl has some slightly salted nuts. Rob has the grape bowl… and again sorry for that.” Ace smiles and gives the speedster a side hug. Ace: “Things happen Wal. Now we know for next time. But if you want to do something extra…” They whisper in his ear. Ace: “Do you have the moxie to ask the dame out?” Wally goes a bit red. Wally: “I don’t have any feelings for Artemis.” Ace just smirks. Ace: “Who said it was Arty?” Wally realizes his mistake and groans into his hands. Ace just chuckles a bit and pats his back. Ace: “That trick worked so many times on Jay back in the day, I’m starting to think it might be a speedster thing now.”

Ace about to go confront an entitled Karen.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-08-26

Documence...

Listening: Modest Mouse to fill some spaces. I am rather fond of This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About so here's She Ionizes And Atomizes

Watching: Hosted a rare Good Movie Night, put on Baz Luhrmann's William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet, which is one of the best movies. It's so good. We had one person who hadn't seen it since school, and one person who had never seen it. Truly a great movie start to finish, more movies should just be Shakespeare plays!

I really like how it plays with line delivery, a lot of the Big Lines where a lesser performance would leave some space for a dipshit audience are brushed past in the context of their passages while other normally innocuous lines are elevated to an astounding degree. "Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo" is normally a pretty like, passing line, it's very easy to read it as part of the pre-game bickering of Mercutio and Tybalt, but here it marks the point where the game changes from idle banter to a serious accusation. A simply inspired line read.

I'm a huge tragedy lover. It's great how many times a character looks up and goes "hey does anyone else feel doomed". Yo these violent delights are coming to an end anyone know what comes next?

Reading: I have been occupied with obsessing over Documents so I have had Baru Cormorant on hold. Instead, mostly various blogs. One of interest is They Don't Make Readers Like They Used To

This is interesting especially since I've been the main sounding board for @thosearentcrimes reading lately and it makes some interesting points that might be wrong, as is common for this blog.

The key thesis is that readers engage more with the works they read now, but also they are more likely to challenge those works on their fundamentals, rather than anchoring themselves directly in the author's words first.

Some of this is definitely just that more people engage with media now, and it's more visible, is part of it, but that is also kind of the thing it's pointing at. More people are able to engage with media like this who would, I guess, have normally had to become writers in order to express these thoughts. Some of them did!

Playing: Tactical Breach Wizards is out! I am about halfway through the campaign.

It's very a tight tactical combat strategy game, especially if like me you are trying to be quick and efficient with your turns. You can absolutely kite enemies around a level for round upon round if you wanted to in most levels but it feels bad and it will eventually chip you down.

Because you can rewind within each turn but not successive turns you are kind of encouraged to keep your turns dense in action and low in number so that if you need to go back you aren't throwing away dozens of turns of state. Most levels pan out in 1-5 turns, which is small enough that you can memorize every action you took even with a larger squad.

The writing is Tom Francis Standard, mostly snappy quips, but the additional dialogue compared to, say, Gunpoint gives it some room to get a little more earnest. Which is nice.

Making: Bleh.

Tools and Equipment: Live Captions for Linux is an interesting little application that runs a CPU-based live transcription model locally to transcribe whatever is coming through your speakers, or whatever's coming in on the mic.

I've had it sitting on my computers transcribing podcasts, which I often listen to by routing my phone's bluetooth audio via the PC I'm sitting at. It provides a reasonably good glanceable transcript as well as a transcription history that is handy if I lose focus for a second. Rather than rewinding I can just take a look and see what I missed.

[cami-stuffs]

Pushing Towards You

Chapter 13: All Out

Summary: Calista and Gaia talk about Larissa. Later, Larissa proposes something new to Calista.

knock knock knock

Calista just came back from work when someone knocked at the door. She was halfway to the bathroom to take a deserved shower but had to postpone for a few minutes more. A man was standing at the door with a box in his hand.

"I have a delivery for Ms Calista Cos'Asanto." He said monotonely. 

"That's me. Thank you." Calista received the pack. "Have a nice day." and slammed the door. 

The package was wrapped with red paper and a black ribbon. There was a card pinned in it. Calista opened it and recognized Larissa's handwriting.

"This, my love, is for our next experiences together. I ask you to use it only with me but feel free to know more about how they function if you must.

Keeping you in my thoughts.

Yours, Larissa."

Calita tore off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside, there were tons of sex toys. She felt her face burn, although she was alone at home. Calista had used toys with Gaia before, but only the basics. Larissa sent her strap-on harness, suction toys, anal plugs, double-ended dildo, vibrators, blindfolds and so on. It was a huge acquisition in an adult toy store.

After showering, Calista texted Larissa a photo of the opened packed with the caption, "Just received your gift. I can't decide which one I would like to try first. Xx"

Calista didn't know if Larissa would answer her right away. Knowing her lover, Larissa would still be working by that time. Nevertheless, Larissa texted her.

L: Hello, my love. I'm glad you liked it. Can I make a suggestion?

C: Of course, my dear. Tell what is in your mind.

L: I've been fantasizing about you using the harness in me lately. And if you were into it, I would love to have you inside me.

C: Larissa Weems, my beloved, I wouldn't like anything else than to fuck you into oblivion.

L: I look forward to it, my dearest. I love you.

C: I love you too, Riss. Are you still working?

L: I am. We'll hold The Poe's Cup on the weekend. So, I have to make some arrangements.

C: I'll let you work, then. Try not to go to bed too late. Love you. Xx

L: I'll do my best, love. Have a pleasant night. I'll be thinking about you. Love you. Xx

Calista looked at the box and thought about googling the items individually and learning how to use them properly, aiming to give Larissa the most pleasurable night she ever had. 

-------------------- The Poe's Cup allowed Calista to have the wanted conversation with Gaia, as Ártemis wished to hang out with her friends no matter what the race result was. Calista took advantage of that and invited her ex-wife to have lunch with her. 

"Heeey you!" Gaia was standing by the door, beaming and carrying two plastic bags. "I brought beer for me and wine for you!" She entered the room, slammed the door after her, and went for the glasses. "We have to celebrate! Our baby girl team won the Poe's Cup."

"Shut up! 'Temis won the cup?" Calista was amazed. "Oh my god! She must be thrilled!" 

"You should have seen her, Lista. She was beyond happiness." Gaia passed Calista a glass of her favorite white wine, and they made a toast before sipping. "It wasn't easy, tough. It was a tight victory. But it doesn't matter, she won!"

"Cheering for Ophelia's?" Calista teased. Gaia wasn't from Ophelia's Hall back at school.

"Hmmm... Correction: cheering for our daughter!" Gaia pointed her index up. "Unfortunately, she is from Ophelia's." She gave a soft smile after that. 

"All right, then. Let's eat!" Calista tried to hide a smirk.

They had a wonderful lunch discussing their jobs and how well Ártemis fit in. Gaia knew Calista too well to just accept that this was a normal lunch day. She knew something was up.

"So, tell me. You hate cooking, and suddenly, you call and invite me to have a meal with you. What's up?" She stared at Calista, waiting for an answer while observing how uncomfortable her ex-wife became. "What? Are you sick?" Now, she was concerned. 

"No... I'm fine. I invited you here to tell you something... " Calista was fidgeting her fingers and playing with the shirt hem. "I...hum... I am seeing someone." She finally said.

Gaia frowned upon that. "Good for you? I'm in the dark here. Why are you telling me this?" She looked puzzled. "I mean... I'm not complaining, you know. And I'm happy for you. But why call me here to say you are living your life? Is it for the other day when we slept together? Because I'm fine with it..." She anticipated. 

"No... It's not for that." Calista paused. Regaining courage again. "I called you here because the person I'm seeing is Larissa." She waited for a reaction that never came. Gaia looked almost amused.

"Larissa Weems? My boss?" Gaia covered her mouth up, hiding a bright smile. "Well... Well... Who would say Larissa was into women? I always thought that she was in love with Gomez, you know? Well... It could be Morticia, then." Gaia said thoughtfully and caught a frown face from Calista. "What? She fancied Morticia?"

"No... Well, yes... Maybe a little." Calista said in annoyance. "The fact is... I'm telling you this because she is your boss, and I thought you deserved to know."

"Oh... Thank you. How long have you been together?" Gaia asked, drinking her beer.

"That's a long story." Calista wondered if it was time to tell the whole of it.

"I'm not in a hurry. There is a lot of beer in your fridge." She made herself comfortable and waited.

And there she went. Calista told her everything about her relationship with Larissa. In the beginning, she felt odd about Gaia being her ex-wife. But, after digging the whole of it, she felt relieved to have someone to talk about it. They always had a good relationship based on a lot of dialogue and sincerity. On her behalf, Gaia made some sassiest comments during the speech, ripping laughs and rolling eyes out of Calista.

"So... That day we met after the school reunion, you were dumping Larissa? Were you nuts?" Gaia was incredulous. "I mean... That was the very beginning of our relationship and all that came after that, but...you left Larissa naked on the bed and just flew away?"

"Hey... You should thank me for that!" Calista defended herself. 

"I thank you hard for that! Don't get me wrong. But... Larissa is not my type, and we had a life together, you and me... Still, you left her. That was harsh. Again, thank you for that." Gaia hushed to say it.

"Yeaahh... Well, that is it. After the reunion, we had never spoken until that day at her office." Calista took a deep breath and relaxed. "So... Is it okay for you? Me and Larissa, being together?" Calista knew there was something more she had to tell, but first, she wanted to be sure Gaia was good with all of it.

"I am... Of course, it is a little bit funny, you know? Share you with her. I mean... Not share strictly speaking, but it is like sharing a secret." Gaia explained. "Again... I am honored that you trusted me with this information. You didn't have to, you know? But I know you, Lista. And feel that there is something more you wanna tell me."

"Larissa is a shapeshifter!" Calista spitted it out. "And I think she and Ártemis must be related to each other."

Now, Gaia was deeply confused. "What? Larissa and Ártemis? How?" 

Calista was about to tell her something intimate, and she blushed hard. "Well... Larissa, as a shapeshifter, she can shift..." There was a pause where she stared at Gaia, but nothing responded. "She can shift certain parts of her body." Calista signed near her lower core. 

Gaia widened her eyes in enlightenment. "Oh my God! Does Larissa have a penis?!"

"No... She doesn't have one, like permanently... She can shift so she can hang one on some occasions." Now Calista's cheekbones were flushed.

"Wow... This is... Like a dream. Now I'm envying you. No more need for silicon cocks? Cool!" Gaia had a silly smile on her face. But then, she came back to reality. "Is she Ártemis' mother? Is that what you were saying about them being related?"

Calista told her about her and Larissa's conversation with the geneticist at the funding party. "I assure you that you are Ártemis' mother, G. You don't have to worry or feel jeopardized by Larissa's presence." She took Gaia's hand in hers.

Gaia tilted her head. "Is it all what that fuss about? You telling me that my daughter is still my daughter?!" Gaia was beaming. "I know that you were expecting me to make a scene. But don't worry. I was there, Lista. I was there when we chose a donor. I was there during your pregnancy, including the bad times of it. I was there when she was born, when she took her first steps, and when she shifted for the first time." Gaia had a sweet smile. "She is my daughter no matter what genes say. And, yes, I can see Artemis and Larissa's resemblance now that you mentioned. But she is my baby girl."

Calista had tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness, tears of relief, tears of gratitude. "Thank you, G. To understand all this. I was nervous about this conversation. I didn't want you to think that I mischiefed you."

"How could I? For everything you say, the dates make it impossible for Larissa to be Ártemis' mother. So, what are they? Sisters, clones?" Gaia speculated.

"No idea. But that doctor is willing to discover. And I confess that I am, too." Calista said.

"Let's find out, then." Gaia resumed drinking her beer. "Oh... If it makes you feel better, I make a scene, knock at Larissa's door, and accuse her of stilling my daughter and girl. And so on. But, I'm not sure it will benefit my job." Gaia taunted.

"Please, don't!" Calista smiled. "We should keep behaving as the mature people we are."

"Alright, then. But someday, you have to tell me about the shifted cock. Or I'll ask Larissa about it." Gaia smirked and glared at Calista from the top of her glass.

Calista closed her mouth in a thin smile. "Someday." She said. "First, we have to talk with Ártemis about all this. She is the main interested person."

"Yeah... Well, we'll come up with something. For now, let her celebrate the race victory." Gaia said, sipping her drink and smiling at Calista.

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When Gaia left, just before dinner, Calista was feeling lighter. Keeping that secret from her was killing Calista from the inside. She knew she didn't owe Gaia an explanation, but she felt it would be the right thing to do, most of it because of Ártemis. Obviously, she was waiting for a choleric reaction from her ex-wife, but Gaia never got tired of surprising Calista.

Before bed, Calista caught up with her two favorite girls: Ártemis and Larissa. The girl was excited about the Poe's Cup and described in detail the obstacles, the movements, and how well her team performed. She didn't know that Gaia had lunch with Calista, so there was no question about it. Ártemis was all about her friends and how Nevermore was the coolest place ever.

For Calista, nothing was more heartwarming than hearing Ártemis talking about her new life. None of that was new for her; Calista had been there before. She was aware of the cup's nuances. But listened to it patiently with a sweet smile on her face. Ártemis was squeaking from the excitement on the phone and didn't stop until the end when they celebrated with lunch by the river on the school grounds.

The girl finally asked Calista how her day was. And before hanging out, she promised to pay a visit the next day for lunch. Cooking again was out of the question for Calista, so they decided to go to The Weathervane. Sunday was usually dedicated to Larissa, but they both agreed on a date night in a fine restaurant, so lunch with Ártemis was settled.

The phone rang twice before Larissa answered it.

L: Hello, my darling. How are you doing?

C: Hey, Riss. I'm fine. What about you, babe? How was your day?

L: I'm better now. The day was busy. The Poe's Cup has been my favorite event since school, but it can be quite a job to make it happen. I guess you heard the news about the winner.

There was an amused tone in her voice.

C: Yes. Gaia told me as soon as she passed through the doorframe. And Ártemis, herself, just told me a whole novel about it by the phone.

They chuckled at this.

L: It's not a secret that I cheer for Ophelia. I try my best to be impartial on it, but I confess that this year was a hard task. 

C: You got too fond of Ártemis. 

L: And of her mother as well.

C: Which of them?

Calista smirked at this and listened to a giggle from the other side of the line.

L: Hmm... Let's see. I don't recall saying to Gaia that I love her, and I certainly didn't send her a box with sex toys. That would be highly unprofessional of me. So, correct me if I'm wrong, but I guess I'm talking about you. 

C: Good to know I'm the one. I am, right? 

Larissa couldn't suppress a smile.

L: You are, my darling—the only one. So, everything was good with Gaia. I stumbled with her earlier, and she was in a good mood.

C: Surprisingly good. I'll fill you in tomorrow at dinner.

L: Can't wait to hear it. And what are your plans for tomorrow?

C: I'll have lunch with Ártemis, and then, I'll be spending my night with you. What about you?

L: Hmm... Work, as always, and wait until I can kiss you.

Calista blushed at this. She wasn't used to the praise yet. 

C: Let's just hope the time flies. I miss you.

L: I miss you too, my dear. I'll let you sleep now. I'll be thinking about you. I love you. Good night, my love.

C: I love you too, Riss. Sleep tight.

Calista lay in bed thinking about her date with Larissa the next day. She wondered if Larissa was up to play with some of the toys. Calista has learned more about some of them and felt like using them. Larissa mentioned the strap, and Calista was willing to satisfy her lover's desire.

-------------------- Larissa called Calista that morning and suggested they spend the night at Nevermore. Larissa would take Calista back to her apartment on Monday morning to prepare for work. In addition to that, Larissa asked Calista to bring the toy box with her that night.

The idea of sleeping at Nevermore wasn't that pleasant to Calista. Gaia and Ártemis lived there, and she didn't want to have an encounter with them moments before heading to Larissa's quarters. Nevertheless, thinking about them on Larissa's bed turned Calista on. She had never been in Larissa's room before and was now curious about it.

Larissa didn't share her plans for that night with Calista. But the request for the box with the sex toys made it clear the blonde was working on something. The last time they spoke, Larissa mentioned the desire of Calista to use the harness in her. But Larissa's tone told Calista that she had other ideas on her mind.

Larissa was never late. Especially if her appointment was with Calista at that exact time, Calista received a text from Larissa just to acknowledge her arrival. When Calista arrived, Larissa was leaning against the passenger door, scrolling through her phone. Larissa opened up her arms to hold Calista in a tight embrace.

Larissa kissed Calista's lips and smiled at her. "Hello, my darling. I missed you." Her voice was almost a whisper. 

"I missed you too, my love." Calista held Larissa's neck with one of her hands and leaned for another kiss while the other hand was carrying the box. "How are you tonight?"

"Better now." Larissa then spotted the box and retrieved it from Calista's hand. "Let me help you with that, my dear. Come on, we have a reservation." Larissa opened the door to Calista and placed the box in the trunk.

Larissa booked a table at a fine Seafood Restaurant. As they parked, Larissa opened the door for Calista to exit the car. That was not something Calista cared about; she didn't need anyone to open the door for her, but it seemed important to Larissa, so Calista had her lover's way. 

As they headed to the restaurant, Larissa touched Calista's lower back and guided her through the saloon to their table. Larissa had a dominant attitude that night, and Calista anticipated what awaited her later that night. She was eager to know which toys Larissa would pick but didn't ask anything. She decided to just the night flow through them.

They had oysters and salmon for dinner. Larissa chose a wine that could pair with both plates, and they talked about their week. Calista told Larissa about her conversation with Gaia. Larissa was as surprised as glad Gaia's reaction was positive. 

During their conversation, Larissa never took her eyes off Calista. Larissa paid close attention to Calista's gestures; her mouth turned to a smile as she touched Larissa's hand between speeches. Her eyes passed through Calista's face as if it wanted to record every detail. Calista took notice of that.

"You scanned me all night, Riss." Calista said with a smirk. "I'm flattered. But I know you too well to think that you are just staring. Tell me, babe, what is it?"

"I was wondering... Better, I was imagining... " She leaned on the table to get closer to Calista and lower her voice. "if you would like to be my sub tonight."

Calista's face flushed, and it was not for the alcohol. Submission. So this is what Larissa had in mind. Suddenly,  she pictured all the possibilities inside the box. She was so into that thought that she forgot to answer Larissa.

"We don't have to do it if it is something you are uncomfortable with." Larissa backed off with a worried expression.

"No..." Calista almost cried out. She looked around, and no one was paying attention to them. She lowered her voice. "No... It's not that. I was just picturing that in my mind. Sorry."

"So is it a 'yes'?" Larissa seemed relieved and aroused now. Calista nodded to her. "So, what would you say to start with a verbal answer to me, darling?" She commanded with a lustful tone.

"Yes, I would like that..." Calista knew it was etiquette for this dynamic type, but Larissa never said how to address it, so she waited and bowed her head a little.

"Mistress." Larissa completed the sentence, tilting her head to look Calista in her eyes. Putting her index above Calista's chin, Larissa lifted her head so they could meet each other eyes. "Say it again, darling."

"Yes, I would like that, mistress." Calista blushed harder this time.

Larissa grinned. "There you go. I think it's time for us to go home."

Chapter 12 | Chapter 14

[womanlifefreedom]

Shortly after he was released, Toomaj Salehi was arrested again. Prior to the arrest, he released the above video, in which he speaks about his experience in prison, including torture. I have copy-pasted YouTube's English-language closed captions below.

Hello friends, I hope you’re all well.

0:03

Today is November 26, 2023

0:06

This is the first video I am sharing of myself

0:09

Other videos being shared of me on social media

0:12

are from after my release in 2021,

0:19

when they imprisoned me for the song “Soorakh Moosh”

0:24

Sorry that I’m a bit late to pay my respects to you,

0:28

, there has been a little psychological pressure on me,

0:34

and I’ve been trying to fight it to get to a normal state.

0:41

In a picture you can show that you are doing well,

0:45

, it’s one second, you smile and take a picture,

0:48

but in a video, it’s very obvious how you’re feeling.

0:53

And I wanted to be feeling good, very good, when I came to speak to you, which I am now.

0:58

Firstly, and most importantly, I wanted to thank you all

1:03

for your spirit of support,

1:06

, not just because you supported me, but because you’ve supported anyone who has needed you during this time.

1:13

And you’ve shown a unity that I, myself, had never seen before.

1:19

Because you didn’t get tired, you didn’t forget us, , because you still haven't forgotten the people of Ekbatan

1:26

and you haven't forgotten the people who are still in confinement, you’re amazing.

1:32

This (your support) has been a huge thing, especially for me.

1:37

When I was in the detention center, where speaking is somewhat impossible, even with family,

1:50

because visits are very short and there is a guard next to you who doesn’t allow you to speak about just anything.

1:57

But even there, sometimes, I would hear some small news about your support of me and others

2:06

and this was very very very heartwarming for me, (it gave me) some fresh energy.

2:11

If these things didn’t exist, then just like the others who came there and were subject to psychological trauma, we wouldn’t have been able to tolerate it.

2:23

I speak of myself and the other political prisoners who came and went.

2:36

To be honest with you this is my first video, and it's a little hard for me.

2:45

There were a few points that I wanted to share after expressing my thanks.

2:50

One is that they are attacking me very very very hard now that they couldn't keep me in prison.

3:00

And it's because of you who saved me from there, and before that you saved my life,

3:06

, and one time in the year 2021 you saved me. You have saved me three times.

3:12

In a lot of places, they call me a hero even though I'm just a normal person,

3:16

but you are the heroes who saved me. I haven't ever been able to save anybody, anywhere.

3:23

So yes, now that they weren't able to keep me, they are trying like they have before, to assassinate my character,

3:32

by using slander but alongside lumpen suggestions.

3:42

Like, “he confessed” and “who did he snitch on?” Who did I even have to snitch on?

3:46

First of all, as for confession, what did I have to confess? Everything I’ve done has been on your phones, I wasn’t hiding anything to confess to.

3:56

Secondly I didn’t rap for them, the only thing I could’ve done is rap for them, which I obviously didn’t do.

4:04

No one I worked with musically was arrested before or after me, not directors, songwriters, or anyone else, no one who worked with me, no one.

4:15

I was severely tortured during the time of my arrest.

4:21

They broke my arms and my legs. They would hit my face and my head, so at first I would try to cover myself with my hands and they broke my fingers.

4:31

It’s not something fun to share, but the duration of it was very long.

4:36

One of the other political prisoners told me that the injection they gave me in my neck was most likely adrenaline

4:43

so that I didn’t lose consciousness and was made to feel the full possible extent of pain and to suffer it fully for the whole duration of the torture.

4:58

And regarding confession, I didn’t even give up my page.

5:00

On the last day my family was waiting for my release from 9-10am.

5:06

First they didn’t release me from Thursday to Saturday

5:09

which is not right according to the laws of the Islamic republic, they couldn’t keep me under temporary arrest for more than a year.

5:15

Even my 6 year sentence is against Islamic republic law, it’s illegal,

5:19

but when we would speak about their own laws to them, they would say “what are you saying?”, “what is the law?”, “we can do what we want”.

5:29

Anyway, on the last day, the Saturday I was released, from the morning for about 4-5 hours they took me to Mr Barati,

5:44

the judge for my case, and the investigator— although I don’t know what he does specifically, he was in charge of my case, or the highest person in charge of my case.

5:57

He was the one who gave the orders for my torture.

6:01

They were saying to hand over my page to them, now I don’t want this to be me storytelling,

6:08

but I was there for a few hours saying that I would stay there in prison and would not give up my page to them.

6:17

Although I should say that my pages still aren't run by me, they are run by Negin.

6:21

Negin is one of the people, just like all of you, who worked harder than anyone else, like as much as my father, for me, and for my freedom.

6:39

When I was gone there was a lot that happened, many people came forward and spoke on my behalf, claiming they were my relatives.

6:47

I came out with a message that I don’t have family besides my fans.

6:52

I was supposed to introduce a spokesperson, so I introduced Negin before my arrest.

6:59

Before I was arrested I had also chosen Mr. Raisian as my lawyer.

7:08

And I don’t think there are any more points, and I don’t want to talk too much.

7:14

Oh, but in regards to those who are upset that I am healthy now that I’ve been released,

7:18

if four months ago, when I was going from jail to prison, I had been released, of course they wouldn't say that.

7:28

My broken bones are from about one year and one month ago,

7:33

they have naturally healed by now.

7:35

Some of them are crooked

7:38

and they don't bother me that much but sometimes when i'm walking they hurt and shake and I limp a little in my leg.

7:44

Or my hands which bother me when exercising.

7:48

These past few days I got MRIs and went to radiology for x rays

7:53

and I’m going to get work done to fix my teeth over the next few days as well.

8:02

And that’s it, and it's ok, I hope this isn't upsetting for you, I don’t want to upset you by talking about these things.

8:11

They’re bones, they heal.

8:13

And so that I can start exercising again at a professional level and because I wanted to do some things with my boxing, I definitely have to have surgery on my leg.

8:20

Hopefully in the next week or the week after I have to have surgery on my leg and on my hand,

8:27

and after I’ll go back to probably that character that I wanted to be.

8:38

And that’s it, I want to thank you again once more, you’re amazing, you are the strength of our hearts.

8:46

I hope that really good days come for us, it might take time but I believe that we will reach it.

9:02

And I think we will build a very good and cool Iran.

9:07

You’re amazing and I love you a lot. I’m sorry for any sadness I may have caused you.

9:14

Oh and, I’m glad I remembered this before saying goodbye!

9:17

There was a video that I've seen recently being shared of myself, a video made by (IRI) Intelligence.

9:25

I’ll make one more point about the Intelligence agency after this…

9:28

There’s a video they’ve made and are spreading of me,

9:34

where it looks like I am looking at the investigator and saying

9:38

“first I’m sorry to you,”

9:40

even though I never said anything like that. I wasn’t talking to the investigator.

9:47

For 9 hours I was being interviewed and unfortunately it seems I've made one or two gaffs.

9:53

That person asked me something like,

9:57

for example, “if right now the mother of such and such person who went out (to protest) because of you and is in prison now, was in front of you, what would you say?”

10:05

and they edited it to look like I was apologizing to them, which is very laughable.

10:14

And that’s that.

10:16

I wont talk about my torture, to be honest it’s really traumatizing for me.

10:20

I made a complaint (sued them) in regards to my torture,

10:24

and one of the reasons for my complaint was to prove my righteousness so they couldnt say that I lied.

10:30

Because if I lied they could sue me again for defamation/slander.

10:38

I had other reasons for suing as well, like the side effects it could have, in my opinion.

10:44

I also complained about their media for the lies they told.

10:48

One of the lies was that Toomaj was sentenced to death but since he effectively cooperated,

10:53

they gave him six years instead. Why execution? What did I do to be sentenced to execution?

10:57

All that we did at that time was was stand up to the people who would torture people,

11:04

who would shoot people with ‘winchesters’ in the universities, as well as other things.

11:09

They shouldn’t have even arrested me.

11:11

They had no right to arrest me,

11:13

let alone keep me in solitary confinement for 8-9 months.

11:17

Subject me to white torture (sensory deprivation),

11:19

and in the beginning so much physical torture, and, well, other things.

11:25

And about the intelligence agency, i wanted to say, why should one organization be higher than the law?

11:31

The only thing above the law are only the people.

11:34

If they don't want certain laws they could change them

11:39

because the country is theirs, those laws have to be there to protect them,

11:47

and other than the people, no one person or organization should be above the law.

11:55

Intelligence is above the law in Iran.

11:58

Intelligence tortures people– I’m speaking of myself– illegally enters homes, destroys homes or whatever else that they want, and there is no one stopping them.

12:13

Intelligence comes to the investigator and tells them what accusations to make of me.

12:19

An investigator, who I won't name, but who comes to me in secret and tells me “don't write like that there, you aren't feeling well, you don't know what you're writing.”

12:29

In those first days when I was delirious.

12:32

I was unconscious for two days after they put me in a cell.

12:36

So that investigator, now I don't know if his beliefs align with ours or not, that's none of my business, but he has no will.

12:47

Why? Why should an investigator have no will? Why should intelligence tell him what to do/ not to do? Why should he be scared of intelligence?

12:53

Why should the deputy prosecutor be afraid of intelligence? Why should he have to come and ask how I'm doing in fear?

12:59

And ask me indirectly if they are torturing me there as well?

13:03

in jail, they didn't physically torture me but they did do a lot of emotional torture, which the explanation of is too detailed.

13:16

Why should intelligence be able to give orders to the head of the prison and say he has complained about us, make his situation worse in prison.

13:25

And be upset that the personnel in the prison like me, that they are my fans, 70-80% of them.

13:30

Now I'm not speaking about all of the personnel in all of the prisons in Iran, I'm just talking about the things that I've seen.

13:36

It is with pride that I say that 70-80% of the people working in prison are yours and my supporters.

13:44

They are one of us.

13:47

And that's it.

13:50

I think that's an important point that no organization should be above the law.

14:01

Thank you so much, there isn't more to say. you are amazing.

14:06

When the time is right I will come myself, take over my pages and be active again

14:12

but right now, I want to rebuild myself.

14:18

I hope you can give me that time and it doesn't upset you. You’re amazing, sincerely. See you soon.

[coeurify]

I'm not sure how to word some of these things and make them make sense so bear with me please. My partner for over a year has been polyamirous and I knew that before we started dating, I personally am not but it has never bothered me up until now, like I love them but lately no matter what I do or try to talk abt it's always about the new partner. A little over a month ago was our one year and we normally would spend that day or weekend together for like date nights and things like that, but last month it's almost like they forgot? Like I texted them and asked if we were going to stay at my place or theirs and they just asked what I meant and at first I thought they were just fucking with me but then later that day they posted with their new partner and captioned it like really sappy I guess? Like it was more than they have given me in the past few months. I'm not necessarily jealous I guess I'm more so upset. I've tried talking to them about how I feel and they either brush it off or just completely ignore me, and I know that new partners are exciting and all but it just makes me super sad. And not only did they miss our one year but also my birthday and everything since then. I know this makes them sound horrid but they are truly an amazing person. I wouldn't be involved with them if they weren't. I feel like they lost interest and then the next day they are all over me, I asked them to explain a couple of things about our relationship and they just kept going on and on about this partner. I don't want to end things but it seems like they don't really care for how I feel anymore? I'm not sure what to do and they won't talk to me about what they want to do either so I'm just sitting here pondering life and crying.

mean this in the sweetest way, but fuck them. you do not sound horrid at all for talking abt how you feel and being upset. they forgot important dates (LIKE HUGE ONES!!) to talk about their new partner. it isnt the poly part thats the issue, its how they handle the relationships and how they treat YOU. being poly doesnt mean they can treat you like shit to obsess over the new person. if they wont communicate with you and hear you out, it may be good to take a step back. try again, a serious conversation where u are honest about how everything has made you feel. if they cant handle that or be mature and converse with you, let them go. you deserve better than that. you deserve as much time as someone can give, you deserve to feel loved and wanted. ik you love them, snd thats why you should try your best to talk though it.. but if they cant do that, it isnt worth it. im sending sm love and hugs babe

[ravenwolfie97]

okay i have to talk about this because it's been really bothering me lately and i need to say something before i explode

so lately i've been noticing on many videos, shortform or otherwise, that they include subtitles! awesome! super helpful and cool

but idk if it's always been a problem and i'm only noticing it now, or if it's gotten particularly bad lately, but... recently a lot of those subtitles are really really bad

slight tangential anecdote: i used to do some freelance captioning work in between real job hunting, and it was a good experience. i was already interested in doing it, obviously, but i was coached on proper captioning etiquette and guidelines to make it look as nice and readable as possible while also transcribing the audio as best as i could before my superiors would touch it up. so i do know a thing or two about proper subtitling, but even if you didn't you would Know that there are some serious problems right now

i'll give a few non-specific examples (bc i'm too lazy to hunt them down to show you). there is a pretty popular (i think) youtube shorts personality who mostly does reaction-based videos, like i think it's actually mostly tiktok stitches reuploaded to yt shorts. but anyway this person, along with most other tiktok people who have subtitles for their lil internet rambles, are probably only basing off of their voice, like there's some kind of auto-caption that gets most of the words right, save for a couple small ones. i can understand that especially for the reaction/vlog crowd who are just trying to pump out videos, but like. i also follow john and hank green. they also reupload their tiktok stitches to yt shorts and have subtitles. and guess what? they're flawless. immaculate. you Can change them. or maybe they just talk better idk my point still stands that there is issue here stemming from having the computer do it with minimal to no touch-up. which leads me to my next example

one of the first nails in the coffin recently was this one pokemon youtube shorts guy i kept getting where he'd look into old game saves. all of the videos are subtitled, but similar to the tiktoks, it appears to be transcribing the voice on its own. what's worse and the most important here is that - remember - this is a series of pokemon videos. saying a pokemon name and expecting an AI to understand what that is out the gate is insane. and it doesn't. any time a pokemon's name is said, it just spews out words that are vaguely similar-sounding standard english words. and it's never the same each time too, which is fun. this is where taking the time to edit or even give a smidge of a damn to the craft of your video really would mean a lot, because for as many as i've seen it turns me even more off every time i see those shitty subtitles. but unfortunately that's not the worst i've seen in the last few days

the one that hurt me so much i physically could not stand it, to the point that i left a Comment on how bad it was, was an edit of a streamer's twitch VOD. normally, this streamer uploads snippets of their streams to yt shorts and has really good and well-edited captions there! i usually have nothing to complain about from this guy. but this one particular video... i don't know if it's because it's an older VOD and someone's just been holding on to it for months, or if it was a huge rush job, or What. but this video had literally the worst captions i had ever seen. they were just slapped down in chunks, not even lining up with the people who were talking, a negligible amount of punctuation, literally the barest minimum of effort. but that's not all! let's not forget that this is an edited clipshow, and there are Effects and Transitions for not only the video itself but the text as well! so SOME amount of effort was put into this because it got actually edited into a decent-sized video instead of just being a small clip. it's literally makes me sick i am so unhappy about it

main point, TL;DR, moral of the story: for the love of all that is holy, please remember that captioning is literally an accessibility feature. some people cannot hear or are unable to listen to videos sometimes, and i can't imagine what a hearing-impaired person who relies on subtitles to engage with videos would think watching either of my last two examples. what makes it worse, too, is that i can't even tell these people to hire someone to do it for them, because oftentimes they DO have people to do that work for them. and they still fuck it up. and then they continue on, to churn out more content. ugh just take a moment to remember that captions are not just for engagement. they're a tool, and some people can use only those as their guide through your video. don't make it impossible to parse. the purpose of them is to be read and understood. and you can't do that if the sentences are in overlapping chunks or if your words are too non-standard to be translated by a computer

[justanechoflower]

Wait.. since when did echo flowers have VINES? And Undyne, WHAT? What happened to you? I thought Frisk proved humans were cool! Oh, did I go back in time or something?! Oh, of course I did, who am I kidding, why would you still be underground if the Barrier broke?! Anyway, that yellow flower? *hit* OH COME ON! (Well, guess we’re in a FIGHT now?) It’s the broken echo flower. But now I can’t see it because we’re in a FIGHT! It was holding the phone, though. *uses the spear to block the bullets*

Undyne: What the hell is your crazy butt talking about? *She's fair with attacks at first, giving you time to get used to the format.* Humans may have cool magical powers like mind control, telekinesis, and time travel, but you're still no match for me!

Undyne: *After you seem to get the hang of it, the attacks go beserk, but still following patterns. Endless spears soar your way, attracted to your green heart* I could care less about a broken echo flower. It can't hold a phone anyways. Do I look like a fool? You can't trick me like that!

*After a few more shots, your soul turns normal again and Undyne continues doing varying spear attacks. At one point she picks up a decent sized boulder and throws it into you. I'm assuming you'd try to get out of the way so I'll say that, but it crushes your leg as you're not able to get completely out of the way in time from the huge object. You can't move, and Undyne approaches intimidatingly, carrying a spear inhand. She's about to land the final blow when she suddenly falls over unconscious. The battle screen fades and Flowey comes into view again. He waves at you cheerfully.*

Flowey: Howdy! Hope you weren't having too much fun. I had to knock her out because I'm just so sweet. *Flowey takes a picture of your leg-trapped and damaged state with your phone, chuckling.* You know, you sure got some interesting stuff on here! Who knew [INSERT PRIVATE INFO OR EMBARRASSING FACT ONE COULD FIND ON YOUR PHONE HERE]?

*Flowey posts the newly captured image on a social media app (most likely Tumblr since you obviously have it) and captions "just got my butt handed to me by a fish. i'm such a loser."*

Flowey: I'm not an echo flower by the way. I'm a sentient golden flower and my name is Flowey! I think I told you that. How dense. *Flowey fiddles with your cell a bit more, scrolling through your messages to people. Jerk.* Heehee, looks like you're the broken one now! How about a deal. If I help you out, I get to keep your phone. Then you probably can escape from seafood here if I help you out before she wakes! Make your pick.

[erwinsvow]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Deaf MC vs Devildom

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A HUGE thanks to @jaywalk-on-me for reaching out to me about this subject. I really hope I have given this it some justice.

Also, to avoid some of the controversies inside the Deaf Culture: I will not be referencing cochlear implants.

And a note for my fellow hearing people, there is definetelly not much difference between us and deaf/hard of hearing people, in fact, after reading about it, I can hardly consider it a disability seeing it can actually allow them to percieve the world in a much different way from ours and would not have any problems in their life if only us, hearing peers, were cooperative and understanding. Everything we need to do is literally minor details and does not hinder our own lifes in the slightest, in fact, it can even help us too! An example is captioning, there is literally nothing to lose, and honestly, even I put captioning on movies of my mother lenguage because sometimes I just can't understand what is being said and captions really help me with that and enjoy whatever I am watching to the fullest! So let's be more understanding. We are all humans, and can all learn from each other's perspective.

And as always

Warning: Uncensored swearing lol, and reference to lesson 16

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Lucifer

Ah, yes, he knew about it, was in your files, nailed it, he learned your local sign lenguage, all good.

Except his expressions are so damn stiff.

He signs a 'Welcome to The Devildom' and I kid you not, you will not be able to tell if he is trying to be welcomingly polite (and failing miserably) or threatening you.

It was definetelly both

He gets better at it-

Perks if you like classic music though, because you will be able to give him a whole different way of enjoying it.

He won't force you to speak if you choose not to, but he sure will never stop being delighted to hear your voice if you do.

It still baffles him how observant you are, may start trusting you to find details he missed on certain things.

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Mammon

He definetelly forgot everything he learned on sign lenguage the moment he stepped out of the tutoring Lucifer made him and all his brothers, except for Levi and Satan, go through.

Yes he will mistake around 5 signs per day on the first week of your arrival in the Devildom.

And he will often forget that you most likelly cannot hear him (if his voice frequency doesn't match your hearing that is) and go off blabbing without signing and then just go "oi why ya ignoring me" and he definetelly is this close 👌to being wacked with the closest thing at range.

Again, he gets better too.

In fact, once he warms up to you (and that's like, real fucking fast) he will make so much effort to get things right, and he always pays attention to have captions in movie nights even without you asking??

He tries lip reading once when you told him it's not easy and, I will let it to your imagination what on hell he managed to lip read.

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Leviathan

As mentioned above, he didn't need the tutoring. Why? Guess what, he already knew at least a few sign lenguages, all because of the many animes, games and shows he has watched portray it, even though the ammount of representation is small.(btw I recomend DARK, there is a deaf&mute character and oh boi she's awesome, it's on netflix)

So he definetelly had no problem communicating with you, in fact, he was almost relieved.

He doesn't need to speak verbally?? He basically would rather spoon his eyes out than talk on the phone so on drug levels texting instead is like heroin????

And oh lord you NEED to invite him to the music festivals on the human world catered towards deaf and hard of hearing people, be will LOVE it.

A little bit of downside though, some of his expression changes are very subtle, but as he spends more time with you, he will start incorporating character voices into expressions and body lenguage instead, and you bet he enjoys doing it.

He will definetelly make music just for you. You only hear high frequencies? Or maybe only low frequencies? Or just nothing at all but you enjoy the rythmic vibrations? He definetelly has spend an entire night making a full fucking album just for you.

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Satan

Seriously, he knows so many sign lenguages it actually made his way of signing pretty unique!

Another fake ass who will give you gentlemany smiles at first. He may be a way lot more smoother than Lucifer but you bet his fake ass is not passing your vibe check, not with the way his eyes just feel a little bit not right.

Another one who gets better though.

It's kind of nice how he grows so used to signing while speaking that his hands often give off a sign or two even when he is speaking to hearing people.

He will definetelly roast quite a few half assed interpreters.

Also he may or may not have gotten a new obssession after you two watched a few silent movies together??

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Asmodeus

Oh boy this one needs to chill out a bit.

If you can't interpret signs when done too fast then good luck because his hands will literally be able to spell a full fucking paragraph in 20 seconds.

And oh how he explores your other senses.

Definetelly goes to you first to judge how he looks.

Also he is the best option to keep yourself informed?? I mean, it's also something he can relate with, it doesn't matter if someone killed somebody or just broke their nail, he needs to know about it.

He may be a bit disappointed if you don't speak but he gets over it quickly.

Will ruin many people's carreer if they so much as refuse to attent to you just because you're deaf. There's just nothing wrong with it??? Stop being so petty!

He is now your biggest distraction in mid class and you will definetelly end each day carrying at least 10 paper notes in which he will try to speak with you. They definetelly smell like whatever he smells like at the time. And are definetelly written in colored pen. With glitter. And there are hearts. And possibly a kiss mark-

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Beelzebub

Big boy definetelly has two types of sign lenguage he uses, and if literally depends if he is eating and what he is eating.

Normally he is just, normal lol. Since he is pretty much quite a bit of an amateur at it he will make use of speech filters a lot when he needs to remember certain signs.

If he's holding something big like a sandwich he will either just gulf it all in to have both hands free or try to make a simplified version with one hand. I'll admit the first scenario is quite amusing.

Yes some of the first questions he asks is how to spells certain foods.

And yes you bet you won't be able to know all of them because Devildom food is definetelly something.

Oh and get ready for a bit of chaos if anyone refuses your order because you're deaf.

Please tell him to flap his wings and proceed lay on him or hug him. The vibrations will be very much close to one of those massage chairs.

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Belphegor

Oh boy.

First off, he did NOT know about you being deaf because thanks Lucifer.

You guys definetelly spoke in a lot of exchanged notes under his attic door.

He keeps them all hidden somewhere but he will never admit it.

If you're willing to teach him at least how to say 'hi', 'good night' or things like that, he will appear to not be very interested but once the entire lesson 16 fiasco happens they're definetelly the only signs he knows about for some reason when he finally gets tutored.

Still texts you instead.

Even in the same room.

That's what you get from the avatar of sloth I guess-

He does sign a few remarks at you per example commenting on how the new hairstyle Asmo decided to make made his bangs look like a poop behind his back.

Also this:

(The picture above actually happened and was translated to english from my mother lenguage)

[pixuou]

random 4am rant about the existential questions of posting sims stories on tumblr

now that i'm forced to stop with the storytelling posts for a minute, i thought i would share this thought that has been straining my brain for AGES: some time ago i read somewhere that the most common (and according to some, the most annoying) mistake writers make is being inconsistent with the use of past/present tense in their writing, and i'm going to take a wild guess and say this is probably even more of a thing for people who post their writing periodically - like us simblrs. and god damn it i only noticed this in my writing after a good while of having been posting my gameplay already, even though i knew about it before! and then once i realised i'd been doing it the whole time, i tried very hard to avoid it and stick to either past or present tense while writing about what my sims got up to, but failed over and over again. apparently some posts don't feel right in present tense, while other posts don't make sense in past tense. it also hugely depends on when i'm posting a certain bit of a story/gameplay - it's different to post screenshots fresh-out-of-the-game than to be a week behind and try to catch up on uploading and write about the events knowing fully well what happened in the game after. i am definitely more prone to do the latter, and so i've been thinking maybe i should try to stick to past tense. the funny thing is i barely notice when others make this "mistake", unless i'm binge reading a story of course. but normally my dashboard is full of gameplay stories mixed with each other and you simply just don't remember or care to start thinking about what tense that one blog usually posts their stories in and if they're consistent. i only get bothered by this when i catch myself writing like that. does anybody else obsess over this? or even care about it (either from a reader's or a writer's pov)? if you do happen to care about this or notice it in posts - which do you think suits sims stories on tumblr better? telling the story as if it happened in the past or is happening right now in the present? i guess it also depends on writing style and how far a player takes their stories from the literal things that happen in the game. omg now i could start philosophizing on this too - like is it okay if one day i post like i'm trying to write a novel, and the next day i don't have the energy and just go "stella earned a bronze gardening badge ! yay."? but i WON'T get deeper into this now i promise. if you have any opinions you'd like to share on this please do - i'm really curious! as for myself, i can't decide if i see myself more as an enthusiastic sims player sharing my game or as an enthusiastic but uncreative and lazy storyteller using the sims to have fun coming up with small bits of writing and dialogue when i feel like it. in fact even if you take away the posting and community aspect of it, i still feel this is a question in me that i can't answer - do i love the game for the game, or do i just use it as a platform that helps me bring out the creativity in me that i otherwise find overwhelming to do something about? what even is the game? ...but then i realise i really don't have to answer this. just do what makes you happy. i love playing and i love writing and maybe some of it is cringey, and maybe sometimes i don't have it in me to go all out with captions so i let the pictures speak more instead, and maybe i entertain myself the most of all with my posts, and maybe i mix past and present tense. but it makes me happy and that's all that matters.

...this started as a post about grammar

[baebaejooheon]

Corpse husband x cottagecore! Reader headcanon

Just a cottagecore esque thing where it’s readers birthday and they throw a big meet up/sleepover thing.

Fem reader just bc. Mentions wearing a dress/skirt

A/N: uhhh leave me alone Ik I have a series in the works that I haven’t written for in months. Leave me alone 😎 not edited pls it’s rlly not good , as well as written at 6 am. Based on a maladaptive daydream I had for like a week straight. I could turn this into a real fic if anyone wants it but like ahaha I can barely write once a year 😌🤚🏻 I will probably reread it and fix it later but as of now you get what you get. I literally just typed this on my phone with no sleep so like 🤗🤪

Originally posted by datchidatchi

A little background, Y/N lives in a medium sized cottage esque house. She has a small garden in her back yard, as well as a free roam fluffy brown cow named dellie, and a big chicken coop. As well as a duck that roams the property and a couple of other animals. As well as a huge flower field a little off the premises. (All of this is infact important.)

It’s Your 23rd birthday, and for this big occasion you decided to invite over all your friends, even those who live outside of the country, to your small home in the middle of nowhere. This would be the meetup that would break the internet.

Many people were invited. The typical among us group:Jack, Felix, Rae, Sykunno, Toast, Poki, and even Corpse who was given the option even tho the likelihood was low given the situation.

A few SMP friends you had made through association were also invited: Karl, Alex, Nick etc.

Many people, lots of fun.

The morning of your birthday, You awoke to many messages and posts for your birthday. Lots of bomb selfies on the feed as well as #HAPPYBDAYY/N trending on Twitter. Along with this, you were greeted with a few texts from your non American friends stating that they arrived safely or that they were checking into the hotel rooms they had booked for the weekend.

When the time came for the party, most of the people had managed to show up. The party was in full swing, everyone had a drink in hand, posting pictures, celebrating being together as well as it being your birthday.

Filling the trending tab on Twitter with so many hashtags

Around 10 pm you got a call from corpse and decided to head upstairs to get some peace and quiet from the loud music in your living room.

Answering the phone the conversation wasn’t anything special, corpse wishing you the fourth happy birthday for that day, as well as asking how everything was going. It was a normal conversation, that was, until his breath hitched and his voice started to quiver as he grew quiet, barely mumbling. Asking what was wrong, corpse went on a small tangent about how he wished he was more confident with his looks, how he wished it wasn’t scary showing his closest friends what he looked like etc. and how he wished he could be there at the party with everyone.

“Corpse I’ve told you 100 times. I understand your situation and it’s ok that you couldn’t show up. I don’t hold it against you, but I didn’t want you to feel left out :))”

“What would you say if I said I just pulled up in an Uber and I’m absolutely terrified of what’s gonna happen?”

Sneaking out of the back door as quickly as possible and running to the front lawn preparing herself. Corpse steps out of the car and You just jump in his arms. like full on koala grip on this man.

Holding his face and just showering him with compliments. Lots of reassurance and sweet nothings.

Heading to the back porch in order to allow him to calm down and prepare. The two end up sitting outside in the dark talking for like 30 minutes.

Finally working up the courage to head inside. You hold his hand the whole time and you see his hands start to shake.

Stepping into the living room, Jack noticing corpse was there, smiling but not saying anything after realizing he’s nervous. Meeting eveyone for the first time really being hard on him. No one else knowing what he looks like so no one really has a reaction

“Look who I found”

“Oh Y/N!! We were wondering where you ran off too. Who’s your friend?”

Corpse just hits them with a “uhh, hi 🤗”

Everyone freaking out as soon as they realize who it is and trying to talk to him.

Phones were put away for most of the night in fear of leaking anything.

You going the extra step to check everyone’s camera rolls (with consent of course) just incase and deleting any photo with any form of corpes face.

A group selfie with just corpse’s hand doing a peace sign

Many drunk escapades

Everyone finding a place to crash for the night. Some staying awake on their phones, some heading to hotels, some alresdy passed out for the night.

You check in on corpse before you head to bed, knowing today was a lot for him.

“Surprisingly? One of the best nights I’ve had in awhile :))”

Heading off to bed.

6 am rolls around and ms Y/N is up at the crack of dawn to do morning chores for the small farm.

Cute hobbit esque dress. Brown skirt, off the shoulder white flowy shirt tucked in, white frilly apron, brown corset belt Etc. you know the fit

Walking down the stairs, you see corpse on his phone in the dark sitting at her dining room table. Everyone was still asleep and it seemed like corpse hadn’t even slept a wink. You know, his insomnia and all.

“What are you doing awake? It’s only 6 am and you partied pretty hard last night?”

“Farm life doesn’t stop for a hangover, but I could ask you the same thing mister :) come on you can help me out”

Corpse is 100% not dressed to do anything outside, especially not any farm work.

Tells him to wait on the back porch while she gathers some stuff from the house. coming out with a messenger bag as well as a basket and a blanket.

Sets everything down and continues to feed the animals with corpse, asking him to grab the big bucket of feed. showing him the ropes, filling up everyone’s water dishes. Collecting eggs etc.

Corpse just watching you with a smile on his face. Your just talking to all your animals, yelling at fiesty hens for pecking at your legs and/or talking to Gerald the duck for getting in the way.

Corpse lowkey obsessed with dellie the cow. Pets her and coos for like 5 minutes straight.

When they finish the sun is barely rising everything still looks like a silhouette from far enough away. putting what needs to go inside away, and then grabbing the messenger bag off the porch.

Dragging corpse to the flower field just down the hill at the edge of the property.

Laying out the blanket and sitting just talking for hours.

You plays music from your phone through a small speaker, dancing around and twirling, lost in your own world.

Corpse’s Instagram story is just full of videos and pictures of you in the sunrise, small captions like happy birthweek to the most amazing person Ik. Or damn who knew farm girl had moves.

Literally 30+ story posts at 7 am.

Corpse takes a picture of you making a flower crown. Shadows cast across your skin, the small bit of sunrise light casting a soft golden glow. The field of flowers all around. Literally goddess worthy.

Fans going crazy reposting the pictures, spamming Twitter etc.

His camera roll is FULL of pictures of her.

Giving corpse A flower crown full of an array of wild flowers

Dancing together. Just twirling and laughing.

City boy corpse loving the farm life

Secretly of course

Relaxing and just sitting with eachother as it slowly reaches 10 am.

“Uh, thanks for this morning, I had a lot of fun.” A small sleepy smile on his face. The flower crown crooked on his messy curls as he just stares into your eyes.

You both end up leaning in for a kiss bumping noses as you gently pull away

Definitely the best birthday gift you could have asked for

Heading back inside to see how everyone’s doing.

Rae being one of the few awake asking where the two of you had been seeing it was already around noon

“Those of us awake took it upon ourselves to raid your kitchen sorry not sorry”

Corpse getting sleepy wanting to take a nap seeing as it was noon and he was running on little to no sleep.

You let him rest in your bed as you occupy everyone downstairs

Everyone leaving around 3 pm, corpse is still asleep so you go outside to check on all the animals once again.

Letting Gerald in the house bc he’s being a pain in the ass.

When you come into the house you see corpse coming down the stairs rubbing his eyes and streatching. His shirt twisted and raising slightly, the jewelry and chains he was wearing now gone.

Giving him a good “morning” kiss.

The day is filled with you cooking for him. Making fun of his foil troubles, watching movies, laughing and overall joking.

Spending the rest of the night cuddling together and making the most of the time you had together.

Making things between you official

✨Extra✨

When you post about eachother to tell the fans that the two of you have been dating for like 6 months the captions are wild.

Corpse is like “ugh look at my gorgeous girlfriend, so pretty, so nice and kind, the most amazing person ever” just full on simp. The pictures he uses are from the morning after your birthday.

Your picture is just you guys holding hands. His usual chains and jewelry. Caption just “eww a city boy 🤮, gotta take all the love I can get tho”

[jeonjk0504]

why didn’t you say anything about the racism bts have faced these past days :(

Hey anon!

I actually haven‘t been online here because of the racism debate. I was on twitter and was supporting it there on two accounts nonstop! if you want to follow me, my @ is also jeonjk0504 :)

You are completely right though, i should have spoken up on my platform here sooner, to educate my followers on this really important matter!

If i make mistakes or should word things differently, please let me know, as you can tell i‘m not native.

The short version:

Credits to @ squishykosmos (twt)!

What happened?

3 days ago, the german radio host Matthias Mattuschik from the station Bayern3 spew racist remarks about BTS because of their MTV Unplugged cover of coldplay. He is a fanboy of coldplay and only wanted to introduce their song ‚Fix you‘ but somehow it was necessary to explain to his listeners why it was an utter insult that BTS had an MTV unplugged concert (he called it paradox, because it‘s a boyband) where they were allowed to cover his favorite song. Coldplay allowed the cover by the way and even commented on it positively.

Here are two links from his original rant, translated in english:

https://twitter.com/bts_updates_ger/status/1365211269133971458?s=21 (Part 1)

https://twitter.com/atinystrawbery/status/1365052883771785219?s=21 (Part 2)

As a german i know that to other people our language sounds quite agressive in general, but this is a whole different level. This isn‘t said in a jokingly way, it‘s pure hatred.

He called BTS a virus against which hopefully there will be a vaccine soon, that their cover of coldplay is blasphemy and that they are little pisser who should get a 20-year vacation in North Korea. Considering the rising violence against Asians all over the world because of Covid, his speech is extremely harmful and normalizes hate against Asians apart from the fact that it was racism in it’s purest form. Why the wish for a South Korean Group to have vacation in the North Korean dictatorship is inhumane and racist, i hopefully don‘t have to explain further. He even said, he can‘t be xenophobic, because he drives a korean brand car (which turned out to be japanese). The new ‚i can‘t be racist, i have a black friend‘.

This also hasn‘t been the first time, in 2018 he made an antisemetic comparison between smoker and jews for which he got a little attention, but no consequences.

Furthermore ARMY dug up a picture on his instagram from 2020 with the caption ‚ Is more evidence needed?!?,‘

A short note:

What makes this even more infuriating is that the radio station is regulated by public-law and german citizens are OBLIGATED to pay for it. We literally are forced to pay money to a radio station that broadcasts openly racist slurs! And no, it‘s not allowed. They have policies that explicitly say they are not allowed to discriminate, they have to support diversity and have to be politically and economically independant.

Do they give a fuck? Apparently not really.

Did Bayern3 answer the hashtags and the pressure?

They did, first came a short nonpology where they said that the show, which Matthias Matuschik is broadcasting, is known for his direct and honest opinions and that he could have worded it better. They are sorry if anyone felt insulted, which is excusing the feeling of the fans, but not the act in itself.

After Army answered with the hashtag ‚Racism is not an opinion‘ and various media coverage surfaced, they posted a second ‚apology‘, where they -again- said that they are distancing themselves from what was said and Matthias has always been an avid supporter of refugees so he is very far away from being a racist. (Supporting refugees doesn’t excuse you from saying racist things though.) Matthias stated that he is shocked from the reactions, that he is ‚sorry if people felt what he said was racist‘ and that his family is getting death threats. (which is in no way acceptable of course.) They would review what was said so it doesn‘t happen again.

Here you can read the statements in german and translated in english:

First statement: https://twitter.com/bts_updates_ger/status/1365087239756259330?s=21

Second statement: https://twitter.com/bts_updates_ger/status/1365305564050382849?s=21

This would have probably been the beginning of a conversation, if Matthias wouldn‘t have went to facebook after his second apology to like a supporting post that basically stated that the topic is way overhyped and in the 80s you were allowed to say your opinion without people getting butthurt (this is a short form.) He completely revised his remorse literally the same day after the updated apology and supported a statement that was gaslighting the people who critized him. You can read the facebook post here:

https://twitter.com/traveltomyrm/status/1365321397342461957?s=21

Since then: Nothing. My mom told me yesterday they‘re playing dynamite a lot, i told her to switch the channel.

News Coverage

Thankfully, we got a lot of support from I-ARMY and K-ARMY, otherwise we wouldn‘t have been able to trend the hashtags day and night and kept them in the top categories in germany and worldwide. We also got a lot of support from international media who called out the racism and put them into context in really amazing articles. (Also K-Media and J-Media but i only have screenshots, no links) Here are a few of them:

https://rollingstoneindia.com/xenophobic-german-presenters-comments-about-bts-are-just-the-tip-of-the-racist-iceberg/

https://www.forbes.com/sites/bryanrolli/2021/02/26/bts-were-once-again-the-subject-of-racist-on-air-remarks-and-received-a-pathetic-non-apology/

We even got celebrities like halsey, max, lauv, steve aoki, JJ Ryan, DJ Swivel, Liam McEwan, Zara Larsson, MTV UK, Columbia Records and some more bring attention to the issue and show their support for BTS in the face of racism.

This support was probably the reason why we even got a second ‚apology‘, because guess what? German media ain‘t having it. Since the beginning of our protest, i think i saw 2 articles in total which actually called it racism, various newspapers and online magazines were downplaying it by talking about ‚insults‘ and concentrating on Matthias calling BTS pisser instead of quoting the actual racist remarks he made. We got no TV news whatsoever. So naturally, german locals looking at this protest think that Fans are going on a rampage because their favorite boygroup got insulted.

It has been maddening. The radio station and host have been trying to sit this whole thing out for days, in hope we lose energy over the weekend and it‘s draining to not be heard or taken seriously. For me it‘s still a priviledged perspective, because i don‘t have to bear consequences when this thing is over, one way or another. But for Asians in our country, also some of my friends, this horror in times of covid will continue. The lack of serious German Media coverage has been frustrating and embarrasing to say the least, but also shown again, that the topic gets overshadowed by prejudices against KPop, the fanbase and Asians as part of satirical fun (which it isn‘t).

Why is that?

This is my personal take and not a deep analysis, just my personal observations: Germany might be progressive in a lot of aspects, but they still have deeply ingrained every day racism against asians and they have a huge problem realizing and admitting to that. We don‘t have a lot of asian representation and there is a huge alieniation from asians for a lot of german 50+ (also less, but those are the ones in power mostly). Racism against Asians is not seen enough and people don‘t empathize, partly because they‘re white privileged people who don‘t have to live with certain stigma, partly because they simply don‘t care to educate themselves about minorities in their own country. This ignorance is widespread, if it doesn‘t happen in front of your doorstep, it‘s probably nonexistant. It‘s also not only reserved for Asians, january 2021 we had a talkshow where 5 white german people talked happily about what minorities such as Romani people think as insulting or racist. They did get a lot of backleash because obviously they talk about matters, without letting minorities be part of the discussion, but real consequences? Nope.

I doubt that this protest will get Matthias Matuschik fired (which it should if you are openly racist on a public platform), because the pressure is too low and the radio station has shown with their first statement that they thought it‘s rather funny than problematic. But i don’t know what‘s going to happen. Apart from being an ARMY, i am an adult who condemns racism in any way or form. Why german media chooses to overlook the essence of the debate and makes it a hystercial fanbase issue is beyond me.

If you want to have a look yourself, you can follow German Fanbase accounts, such as @ BTS_UPDATES_GER for updates in german and english.

And at last, here is a thread on how german media reproduces Anti Asian Racism : https://twitter.com/storiesbythuy/status/1366073706817196046?s=21

German Armys are trying to come up with a plan to gain more attention for the topic at the moment, so we‘ll see how things turn out! Please support us if possible!