#my problems will not evaporate overnight

[aalt-ctrl-del]

and Im not BEGGING PEOPLE to go out and vote.

Im telling you, if you think being dissatisfied and irritated that all the special happy good things you expected from 1 TERM of a dem hasn't come to pass with a full government presiding congress and senate shit show arguing like toddlers over who gets the last spoonful of ice-cream, has made you even more disinterested in your elected officials

YOU WILL ABSOLUTELY SUFFER UNDER ANOTHER TRUMP PRESIDENCY.

I am not reliant on an unstable healthcare system, I am not suffering financially, I am not struggling through college debt or yadda-yadda.

If you or a loved one or a dear friend or elderly family member is struggling, they will struggle 3 times harder when trump wipes his ass with all your tentative 'suggestions' of basic human rights.

Trumps only care is for himself, his ego, and his capacity to make working Americans suffer. Especially minority working Americans. Especially those in unstable situations - be in food security, health struggles, whatever.

Only rich business owners idolize trump. Only racists support trump. Only deranged idiots with self-esteem issues praise trump.

I don't praise or idolize any person I vote for. I tolerate them. Because the policies passed by the dems favor my hard work, commitment, and integrity. It doesn't mean dems support who I am or what I strive to achieve 100%. BUT AT LEAST AT TE BARE MINIMUM they are not undermining or infringing with my capacity to go out there, get a job, and work my ass off to get where I want to be.

I AM FINALIZING MY COLLEGE DEGREE. My application will be in the mail come this year end. I am going out of the higher education without crushing debt, with a job, while also supporting myself. I am struggling but I am managing, but I aim to do better with my time and my credentials going forward because I will not be taken lightly when I pursue advancements with my career choices.

If you are a student with the college applicable for voting. Do so. Don't let yourself scrap and suffer through the higher education. Don't let your work security or pursuits be undermined by a fat, festering goiter. Don't let someone with a silver spoon in his mouth and up his ass tell you he is thinking of your well being. He isn't, and none of his supporters are either. They want their donors to get fatter and richer, and they want you to pay for that fifth private jet.

[manorpunk]

Teach Me, Maria-sensei! 6️⃣

Usonia is a supranational union of states, roughly akin to the European Union, located within the former contiguous United States (often called the ‘former 48’) as well as parts of Canada. It was formed as a joint effort between the major post-crisis states (New England, the Great Lakes Republic, Texaplex, the Chicago Daimyoate, Tripartite California, etc) in the hopes that a centralized authority would bring order to the vast and ungoverned Midwest Autonomous Zone, and because the respective heads of state all agreed that it should be someone else’s problem. It remains to be seen whether the election of Sunny Roosevelt as the first president of Usonia has thrown a wrench into those plans.

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Maria: So here’s the thing. All of this didn’t have to spell the end for the federal government. Zombie Covid, the Yellowstone eruption, Florida sinking… These were all bad and killed lots of people, of course, but it doesn’t necessarily follow that the government would collapse.

Sunny: Was it a straw that broke the camel’s back type of deal?

Maria: Partly, perhaps, but that’s not where I’m going with this. You see, at the time, the American aristocracy was storing a significant amount of their wealth in the form of real estate, for boring and complicated reasons. The destruction of the Polycrisis quite literally wiped a significant portion of their assets off the map. Property values plummeted across much of the nation, and hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth evaporated essentially overnight. This activated a panic amongst the billionaire class, who, fearing total societal breakdown and/or any repercussions at all for their actions, preëmptively retreated to their specially prepared underground bunkers, each containing their own small town of support staff, effectively immune from government intervention - though they were not immune to angry mobs, as they would learn in the forties.

Sunny: That’s the 2040s, because we’re in the future.

Maria: Have you seen the footage where [REDACTED] gets dragged out of his saferoom and publicly cannibalized?

Sunny: Omg my gosh, who hasn’t seen that? So bonkers.

Maria: It’s so good. But in any case, it was that withdrawal of support and psuedo-independence of the billionaire class, resulting from the destruction of property being used not for housing but as wealth storage, which ultimately broke the back of the federal government, or in other words… America died as a real estate scam.

Sunny: Callback!

Maria: In the immediate aftermath of the federal government’s collapse, the state governments attempted to pick up the slack. Results were mixed, in the sense that everyone failed at it but some people failed harder than others. The larger and more populous states had a better chance, but they were all dealing with their own problems - California was dealing with the Jefferson rebellion, Texas was caught up in the Norteño wars, and New York was being constantly harassed by the murine legions of Grunst the Rat-King.

Sunny: Didn’t Grunst run for lord-mayor of New York back in the fifties?

Maria: Indeed. Honestly he wouldn’t have even been in the bottom third of New York mayors.

Sunny: That’s the 2050s, because-

Maria: You did that joke already.

Sunny: It’s a good joke, Maria.

Maria: Anyway, the less populous states in the Midwest and Great Plains barely even managed an attempt at independent governance before any semblance of central government disappeared and the situation deteriorated into general banditry and warlordism.

Sunny: Okay, I get why all that happened, sorta, but how did it all happen so quickly?

Maria: There are two reasons. One, smaller states were more dependent on the federal government to provide funding for services like healthcare and education, and secondly… I’ll put it this way. If you had to choose who was in charge, and your choices were an ax-wielding Mad Max biker or, say, an average member of the Nebraska state government, which would you pick?

Sunny: …

Sunny: …

Sunny: …ough, that’s grim.

[avidfics]

Bratty Behavior to Get Riri's Attention

Pairing: Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: Reader has been attracted to Riri for awhile and wants to get her attention.

Contains: fluff, bratty reader, smut

A/N: I just wanted to write a reader thirsty for Riri.

For the tenth time since you sat down for class, you eagerly checked the time on your phone. Two minutes till 4 o clock. Your leg shook in anticipation. As you recheck the time, out of the corner of your eye, you see her, walking in right on time, Riri Williams.

You're not sure when your infatuation with her started but you can guess the reason why. She glided into the room, smiling at some of her friends, and dabbing up others. She was hot, smart, and made your head turn to mush whenever she looked your way, which wasn’t as often as you craved. Even though you shared an apartment together.

Hyping yourself up as she walks up the steps of the auditorium you prepare to say something nice and polite as she sits in the row below yours. Her eyes, pinned to her phone, flicks up to you and you say the first thing that comes to your mind, “Surprise you showed your face after you bombed the midterm.” Yeah, you were a slight dickhead who wasn’t good with pleasantries. You smile sweetly up at her, “Thin walls and all.”

Riri stops at the seat in front of you. One side of her lip raised with a smirk. “Go ahead and gloat love, this feeling must be rare for you so I’ll allow it.” Her bookbag lands with a thud on the floor, startling you. “But I didn’t know you cared about me so much as to spy on me.” Your whole face heats at the accusation because it’s spot on. Somehow your gusto evaporates as you try to keep eye contact but her gaze is too demanding.

“Y-Yeah right.” You cough into your hand just because you can’t hold her eyes. “Maybe if you had fewer guests over throughout the night I wouldn’t have surpassed you.” You nervously play with your pen. But your eyes widen as her warm hand lands on yours. A thrill rakes through your body at the contact. “Do you not like me having overnight guests?” Her fingers graze your knuckles, dragging down your fingers.

Your eyes dash from the professor back to Riri, frantic for this to end before you passed out. “I don’t care who you have over I just rather not hear it… you know…late at night,” you drag off, feeling more exposed the more you talk. SO freaking embarrassing.

Sneaking a peak at Riri, her eyes sparkle down at you, clearly amused. She takes the pen you’ve been fidgeting with and twirls it through her fingers. “No worries, love, I’ll limit my loud sleepovers. But if you’re sooo concern for my grades, maybe we can have a sleepover of our own. You know. To study.” Turning away with a self-satisified smile, she sits, already absorbed in her phone, scheduling tutoring sessions. Leaving you feeling naked, unraveled, and without a freaking pen.

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Not until you were back at your apartment did you realize Riri totally played you like a fiddle. Whenever you had the upper hand, Riri waltzed in and totally made you eat out of her hand. But tonight would be different. You got the impression from the earlier conversation that Riri wouldn't bring a girl back tonight. So maybe you would finally have her undivided attention.

In your shared kitchen, you think about cooking for you both when the front door opens. Your whole body straightens, but your smile crumples when she comes in, wrapped around an unfamiliar girl.

The girl grins at you. “What’s up, you must be the roommate.” Your bitch tendencies rear its ugly head as you slam the fridge door closed, grab your trusty bottle of wine and go into your room.

Riri’s hand catches you before you open your door. “Yo, what’s your problem?” Irritation crinkled her face, demanding an answer but you didn’t have one. Rolling your eyes, you push her away and slam your door close.

You was angry and mad at yourself for being angry. So you started to drink and do your homework (not a productive combination) and forget about how good Shuri looked in her sleevless halter top and jeans. You wanted her so bad it hurt.

The lewd noises came just 30 minutes later. Fuck you could hear Riri's voice and it made your body hot and achy. Through the thin wall, you heard the nameless girl moan out Riri’s name and Riri's murmured commands. “What was that ma? Tell me what you want. Speak up.” God her voice alone could get you off.

But this night would be different. Taking another swing from your wine glass, you decided to have some fun. Going to your Bluetooth speaker you turned the volume all the way and Friday by Rebecca Black blared through the room. Grinning, you start singing along, bottle in hand, bouncing on your bed to the lyrics. “GOTTA LOOK FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND!”

Hard, flat bounding against the wall has you crackling. You could just imagine Riri ticked off, banging on the wall.

Satisifed, you strip your clothes off and hop in the shower, leaving the song on loop and the satified banging of fist against the wall a melody to your ears.

You thought the water would cool you off, but it did the opposite. Riri’s voice echoed in your head as the water caressed down your body. Arousal making your nipples pebble and your pussy slick.

Shit.

Wrapping a towel over your body, you change the song and take another drink. The Litte Einsteins theme song rackets in the air and you start dancing. “GOING THROUGH THE SKY, LITTLE EINSTEINS!”.

A loud argument stops your dancing, and a heavy door shakes the entire apartment. Your heart pounds when a deceptively soft knock comes from your door. With an ill attempt, you try to hide your grin as you open the door. Riri's jeans and top were off and was now only wearing navy boy shorts that cupped her ass so deliciously your mouth watered. It didn’t help that she had on a matching sports spa with absolutely zero padding.

Her body distracted you so much that you forgot you stood in just a bath towel. She chuckles but there’s zero humor behind her eyes as she walks into your room, clicking your speaker off. “How fucking childish are you?”

You shrug, enjoying the way her eyes follow the slight shift off the towel around your breast.

“Really love? You weren’t speechless a fucking minute ago when you were singing Caillou.”

“It was the Little Einsteins.”

Her eyes flash in warning. Shaking her head in disbelief she stalks around you, examining every inch of your exposed skin. “Your completely insane love. You know there's this thing called communication. It’s what sane people do when they want something.” Her words hit the back of your neck. Your eyes widened when a soft kiss is pressed to the ticklish part of your neck, weakening your knees. “This brattish meltdown ain’t gonna work for me. I really shouldn’t reward you ma.”

You don’t mention that your so-called ‘meltdown’ successfully made her come to your room almost naked. 

Turning around you push her to sit on your bed. “So let me earn my reward.” With her in direct eyes level with your covered breast, you tug at the towel, and it collapses. Her pupils dilated, appreciating your body. Both of her fists flex against her knees.

Never had being so exposed felt so exhilerating. “I just want a taste,” you whisper. Kneeling down, she helps you take off her shorts.

Some of the anger seemed to have left Riri as she leaned back on her forearms. Her gentle smile returns. “You know Alexis was really upset when she left.”

“I’ll send her a fruit basket to apologize.” Grasping both her toned, smooth legs, you press kisses up her calf, and send a sharp bite behind her knee. “Stop thinking about her.”

You can hear her laughing from up above. “Oh baby did I make you mad?” her breath hitches as you begin sucking hard along her thighs. “Hmm. Okay ma, stop playing around.” The joking tone finally leaves her voice, but you’re have fun letting your lips touch everywhere but her pussy. You hover over her pussy, letting your plump lips lighly move along her lips.

Riri’s hand firmly grasp the back of your head, making you rub against her clit. “Baby, please fuck me.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head at her pleading. You give in and sloppily begin licking her pussy, completely enthralled with the taste, feel, and the headspace of submission. Your pussy throbs as you erratically move your head up and down, just wanting and thoroughly enjoying her taste.

“Shiiit.” Riri drags, panting. “That’s right love. You’re doing such a good job,” she praises. Wanting to see her face, you replace your tongue with a finger and drum it in circles against her clit. Your eyes hood over at the look of pleasure tensing her face and body. Sweat dampens her chest and you can’t help but to lean over and take her breast out from her sports spa, groaning around each nipple. Riri cups your head, impatiently pushing you back down. “I need your mouth love.” Happy to comply, your tongue flicks at her clit in a rhythm that has her back levitating off the bed. As she starts to reach a peak you press two fingers in her. You look down at your fingers thrusting in and out of her, and moan at how wet she is. Your tongue and fingers has her hip moving erratically and throws her over the edge, calling your name. You keep licking her as she comes down, enjoying the way her body shakes and keep tasting her until she pulls you up her body with a groan. 

You grin down at her, licking her juices off your lips. “I’ve been thinking about doing that during each class we’ve had.” 

Riri brings her head up to kiss you, chuckling. “How am I supposed to pay attention in class now.” 

[not-goldy]

Hey Goldy

Love your blog ♥️

About the recent Wlives from JK and how he is been so open and so honest with Army. He wants to talk to us. He wants to tell us things related to him and his life and whenever he does that this fandom becomes so weired. Why is everyone acting like they know JK better then JK himself? He literally said he is avoiding sensitive questions but he still choose to say "JeonJimin" Out loud. Korean or not everyone in this world knows if two names are put together its because people like them together and they ship them. Its not like JK is from some diff world. The whole bird app is full of people saying how bad it was for a fan to write JeonJimin in comments. And now the people of this fandom have become some saints overnight and are teaching people how to write comments and what to say and what not to say.

Where are these teachers and these saints when Tuktukkers make noise? - Oh they are nowhere to be found.

Everyone need to understand that it was JK who choose to say it out loud while he was avoiding sensitive questions or things to say. But he still choose to answer questions about Jimin and say his ship name outloud.

I am sorry Goldy i am all over the place but i wanted to rant so i came to u. I have so mych more to say but then it will look like an essay lol anywas i am waiting for your post about Wlives happened recently and what u think about where this all is going and why was JK so desperate that he begged Jimin for a Live together for literally almost 2 mins straight. He almost risked it all. That boy needs his Jiminshii..

Love you Goldy and Love your blog♥️ You are one of the reasons for me to stay in this fandom. Thank God there is someone who actually understands boys and is not afraid to express her thoughts. Reading ur blog makes me calm and gives my tired brain some good Jikook therapy. Thank You

They just tried to ride on the wave of chaos and vitriol to express thier bigotry, anti Jimin and anti jikook sentiments but none of that works on me I'm afraid. been in this for so long I see right through their bull and it don't phase me. Not at all. Lmho.

And I'm glad he said he ignores comments he finds sensitive because we've seen them do that time and again on their lives through their pained expressions when they come across comments that are so vile and so grotesque.

How many times have we seen the Fandom akekeke over him reading YOONMIN on live or Tae Kook and explaining to Tae that's their ship name as if he was hearing it for the first time?

Look at his face reading that. Sounds like he's in on the joke to me🤷🏾

It's okay if he calls other ship name but it's a problem when he calls his own ship name- what a bunch of losers these ppl are.

Then they want us to believe this man had no idea what the fuck he was reading on that screen as if his intelligence evaporates when ITS TIME FOR HIM TO READ Comments about his own ship. LIKE GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE

The most annoying part of it all is, sometimes these boys read ship names from comments deliberately for whatever reason. Sope do this, Jikook do this.

Some times they are happy to see fans show love to other members by asking of them in the comments especially when we all know those members are going through tough times. It's a two edged sword situation. Some times fans over do it sometimes it really show live and support and other times it's a cute way of bonding with them and having our own inside jokes and secrets etc- we just have to learn to READ THE ROOM AND NOT OVER DO IT YA KNOW.

I recall Jimin reading comments about Jungkook (this might have been at a time when Jungkook was being heavily censored as I theorized years ago) Jimin saying fans kept asking of Kook during his live pushed Hybe to produce Jungkook the next day on live which if I remember correctly was even on YouTube not weverse😆

The power play is real- not that they need it now because SOLO. But still. The fans, the platform form, the attention all of that gives them leverage and if you are going to tell him what do with his own platform then he might as well delete it like he deleted Instagram.

PEOPLE NEED TO STOP TELLING THESE MEN WHAT TO DO WITH THEIR LIVES AND HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIVES.

Respecting them is respecting their complexities as human beings as well and not always viewing them in two dimensional black and white way. They can enjoy the ships and the delulu and the inside jokes and mentioning other members during their lives and still be frustrated with it sometimes, overwhelmed, disrespected or annoyed with it because THEY ARE COMPLEX BEINGS.

Some times they are in a bad mood and are easily triggered, other times they just couldn't care less.

COMPLEX BEINGS.

Pretty you're alright. I'll read your essays anytime. And love you same

Now lemme push my Jimin agenda, you won't happen to be a Jm Stan would you cos I want you to listen to his letters live version at 0.41 and 0.55 whatever he's doing there has me in a trance😭😭😭😭😭😭

When I die sing it on my boat ride to purgatory 🤧

[haldenlith]

So I hope you don't mind my grabbing this and running with it in rant format, because you got my brain going, and I'm having a hard time focusing on my homework anyway (which is kind of bad because it's due by 11:59PM tonight, but I digress...).

There are some things in D2 I can look past, but The Sov Twins isn't one of them. That? The whole *points to Season of the Wish and beyond* thing with them making up and suddenly becoming uwu magic twins where nothing is wrong ever? It still bends me into a pretzel of malcontent. It displeases me greatly. Yes, sure, I am a Certified Mara-hater (tm), but even I can step back and go "hmm, hold up" at how Mara's been run over by a damn steamroller and flattened out. Even taking into account her being shocked into giving a fuck and changing her ways, it just feels like it all happened... too fast? It feels like her character kind of did a full on 180 degree pivot that feels very... not Mara-like. The one thing the siblings have had in common is they're both stubborn bastards at the end of the day. They don't change their mind easily, and I would think old habits would die hard. When you're toxic (and powerful) in the way Mara was, you don't just suddenly change overnight. It takes time, and there will always be the great risk and temptation to return to old ways to get what you want (which, if I recall correctly, was fucking godhood, so...).

Honestly, Mara's terribleness and motivations are what make her otherwise a great foil/"companion" to Savathun. These things, however, ring a bit more hollow with her current characterization of "turning a new leaf" and becoming a "good queen, actually". Mara was great morally grey/potential villain material because she wielded deception much the same way Savathun did -- she uses secrets and lies like finely crafted weapons.

And to that end, that extends to Crow, too. I'm of the "he's still Uldren, but better" camp, so I approach him as a continuation of Uldren and all of the problems that came with that, including his stupid hard-headedness. Heck, we SEE that through the course of his arc. Once he gets an idea in his head, he doesn't let go of it very easily. Both Saladin and Eris got to have the 'pleasure' of trying to pry open that steel trap. So it confuses me that he doubled back so fast on his sister when he showed previously, once he had his memories back, to be extremely leery of her (and rightfully so). In fact, I feel like he got even more reason to be weary as time went on, both indirectly from learning about events and things related to the both of them with newfound clarity he didn't have in his life as Uldren, but also through how she now suddenly expressed a desire in him despite having been cold and the opposite prior to Savathun giving him his memories, as that sort of behavior usually smacks of honeyed words placed in the center of a bear trap.

It's a great pity we didn't get to see their relationship be complicated, and zero respect be paid to Crow's lasting trauma from his relationship with Mara. It's also a pity because the whole point of his arc wasn't just redemption, but I feel it was also self-actualization. He was finally able to become his own man. Shit, even the Memory of Uldren outright states that if you found the right little memory bubble during Season of the Haunted. And yet, with how they (the writers) have chosen to progress his story -- their story -- makes that whole point kind of feel... empty, because he just cozied right back up to Mara in SoW and that was that. It honestly almost felt eerie, because it had that feeling like he was letting the leash start to get put right back on him again. It honestly felt like we're supposed to just pretend that the PTSD and the anxiety and the PROBLEMS Mara caused him are just suddenly... evaporated? All good and gone and resolved?

Yeah I don't buy that, I hate it, and it just feels really... icky. Mara put that poor man through the damn ringer and ultimately got him killed. Characters in-universe even acknowledge that fact, to some degree. (I'd argue even Petra acknowledges it.) So it just... ugh! It bothers me so much that there is zero complexity to their relationship now. No, I don't want Crow to hate Mara (though that would be justified), but I do think it would've been more logical for him to express large amounts of caution towards her. I would've liked to see them struggle to see eye-to-eye and grow -- or not grow, even. Perhaps it'd be the futile attempt at mending a bridge that can't be repaired? A trust that can never truly be re-earned? Alas, it feels like we won't get any of that.

I've had it suggested that Mara is putting up a front, by the way, and that this is all a long-con on her part to get Crow to trust her again, and get everyone on her side for her own nefarious purposes. I would be delightfully shocked if that were the case (I mean I'd feel bad for Crow, but it would be a nice touch of complexity), but I also have zero reason to believe that would happen, with how things have been set up so far. But, now that The Witness is out of the way, who knows?

On Crow's end, I do think there is still some room to explore the complexities of his character. One example is happening right now: how he deals with the very real and very complicated consequence of his life as Uldren -- Fikrul and the Scorn. There is a lot of heavy leaning on the Eliksni side of things this Episode, but I am hoping that we actually get some juicy stuff concerning Crow and Fikrul, too. It's definitely been interesting, so far. But yeah, you're right on the money: there are definitely things that have been mentioned and then just left hanging. There are two things I can think of right off the bat:

A minor item, but I still think back to Season of the Hunt and how Crow was able to pull an Eris and manipulate Balefire and Hive magic to create the Lures we used to hunt Wrathborn. Ghost comments on this being very shocking and unusual, and does ask outright how Crow does it, to which, of course, we get a coy non-answer from our favorite Hunter. (I still maintain he was flirting with us that entire fucking season...) And I agree with Ghost -- it's weird and suspect. With Eris, we're not surprised because she's been studying Hive Stuff for a long time. Homegirl made studying those bastards her whole identity. So it's no surprise when she whips out Hive Stuff like the boss she is. Crow on the other hand? A brand new Lightbearer? Something is fishy. We know Uldren was pretty fucking smart and good at making stuff (see: the drone spy system he apparently had deployed around the Sol System?), so it may be a bit of that manifesting in him at the time, but it's still a very intriguing and odd thread that has yet to be picked back up. But, clearly, there's something 'special' about Crow/Uldren.

A bigger item playing on the 'clearly there's something special about him' line: I genuinely thought he'd have a MUCH bigger role to play in TFS given just how much air time he's been given, both in the literal sense (he's been the center or near-center of so many seasons and arcs) and in the 'in-universe' sense. To expand on the latter: other than us, the Main Character, Crow is unique in his treatment from The Traveler. He's gotten visions, which is established to be rare in this universe, as I believe only The Young Wolf and Ikora at the time had gotten that treatment (and then later, add Micah to the list). Not even the Speaker really fully got that privilege, at least not without his mask. He's been given a paracausal ship. He got given a paracausal gun. Outside of that, there's him even being able to even minutely remember things BEFORE Savathun restored his memories (remember, he actually realized he had some recognition of The Dreaming City and how to get around). And then he gets to be potentially the only Guardian to get to "fully remembers his past life" status thanks to Savathun. I believe in the case of Ana and Micah both, they only know what was recorded for them to find. I could be wrong, but still. My point is that Crow has been given a lot of unique opportunities, abilities, things within the universe of Destiny 2 that felt like they were intentionally building him up for something, and I don't mean 'building him up to be Hunter Vanguard'. Sure, that's a big thing, but in the grand scheme... it's just a title. I mean building up to have some sort of major impact. So when we got to SoW and TFS, it felt very... underwhelming for him to simply be 1) one-half of a bridge into The Pale Heart and 2) be The Guy That Wished Cayde Back.

It just feels like there's been some very bizarrely abandoned threads that don't look like they're going to be picked back up, and it's disappointing.

This is all also without touching on exploring his relationship with The Reef and everything complicated with that, because the question becomes: is he still Prince of The Awoken? How do the Reefborn feel about this after he terrorized them for literally years and basically committed genocide against his own people? Does he still have access to Uldren's spy network? There are a lot of little questions that I don't think we'll ever get an answer to.

I still love his character (although I would love more sass), but I still also lament that, yeah, true to that reblog (that these tags are from), he could be a very deep character if they took the time. And before anyone says "you're expecting nuance and complexity in a looter-shooter": *motions to Eris* *motions to Osiris* *motions to Micah* *motions to the crazy complexity of the Osmium Dynasty siblings*

Destiny 2 has the ability to handle complexity and nuance. I can accept that I won't ever fully get stuff going down to the nitty-gritty, but I do wish we got just... a little bit more.

[grim-faux]

I cannot convey all the joy I have from talking writing and doing stories with my fellow writers. Especially our work in the LN-Verse where the Thin Dads seek therapy and help for their ongoing issues. No Thin Dad is without their own unique set of problems.

They're constantly opposing a persisting cycle which sees them trapped in a Tower and utilized like some sort of battery by an eldritch entity. Problems do not evaporate overnight.

[pancake-breakfast]

I always forget to do stuff for ace awareness days, but I've remembered today, so I'm gonna take a second to talk about some of the struggles I've had being ace, and heteromantic grey-ace in particular.

Erasure: Oh, you want to be in a relationship? Surely you're not really ace, then. You're grey-ace? Sounds like you're just picky. You go for people of the opposite gender from the one you were assigned at birth? Not queer enough. I don't mean to say someone like myself doesn't face fewer problems with their queerness than others; there's no way in hell I deal with the level of shit some of y'all put up with. I "pass," especially when set in US purity culture. But this does not mean I experience sexuality the way most people do, and pretending I do causes all sorts of issues for both me and any partners I might pursue.

Realizing One's Ace-ness to Begin With: To the best of my understanding, this is incredibly common in the ace community. We're told we'll grow into it, that we're just late bloomers, that we haven't found the right person, and for AFAB people, that "women are just less into sex than men." All of this means it's not exactly uncommon for people not to realize they're ace until their mid-20's or later, often after they've been through a few relationships where they allowed things to go past their comfort levels because that's what's expected of someone in a relationship.

Loss of Meaningful "Friendships": I'm sure this happens to everyone to some degree, but it seems particularly cruel that a number of close friendships I've had pretty much evaporate overnight when it finally sinks in to the other person that I will not have sex with them. Usually, I'm completely unaware that all the time we've spent hanging out and chatting and bonding was them trying to build to a sexual relationship in the first place. I thought we were just really good friends and deeply valued what I thought was a platonic relationship only to have a rude awakening when all the times I said, "I'm ace," finally sink in. This is why I usually leave of the "grey" part when describing my asexuality. Anything else usually implies there's more hope to people than there generally is. Of all the "friendships" I've lost this way, the number that have gone on to become something healthy and platonic is... one.

Society isn't Built for Ace Folk: I'm a pretty strong introvert. I like my alone time. I like my space. But it's INCREDIBLY difficult to live on one's own, especially these days. It's not just the expectation that any household needs to pull two full-time incomes to stay afloat. It's the little things. If I'm sick, no one else is around to help keep the place clean or do the groceries or pick up medicine or drive me to the doctor's. A lack of platonic social spaces mean there's no one I can rant to in person about my patio birds or this Cool Thing I found while out and about. Who do I go to when I need a shoulder to cry on or a hug or just not to be alone with my anxiety for a bit? This is not to diminish my in-person friends, but they have their own lives and few of them live close by, so sometimes even when they want to be there, they can't. And if I do reach out to them too much, people are quick to question our relationship. That can interfere with any romantic relationships the friend has, or put either or both of us in an awkward situation. Sometimes, it leads to a closeness that the other person feels, but I don't reciprocate. It is hard to know that your life will always be more difficult because you refuse to take a sexual partner.

One of these days, perhaps I'll write something up about some of the nicer things about being ace, but today, this is what I want to share. May it help those of you who are on the ace spectrum feel a bit more seen and a bit less alone, and may it help those of you who have ace people you care for in your lives understand things a bit better.

[rogueddie]

ok so i’ve always had this plot in my head, born out of spite where post-season 4 after they’ve defeated vecna, everyone’s fine-ish, nancy, and jonathan break up but like steve doesn’t know that they’ve broken up all he knows is that they are having issues and he notices ronance getting closer and because steve knows what nancy’s like when she has a crush he immediately clocks her and he just like, he gets really really pissed off because as far as he knows she’s still with jonathan and he thinks that history is repeating itself. so he just gets really really passive-aggressive towards nancy, i’m talking about the season 1 scene in the alley except with no homophobia and he’s constantly in bitch mode and just incredibly standoffish to nancy. everybody clocks his behavior and they’re like, “what’s wrong with steve?” and they think he’s doing it because he either has a crush on nancy and is jealous of robin or he has a crush on robin and is jealous of nancy. (and it’s up to the writer if robin is aware that it’s his protective streak and she just doesn’t understand why he’s being extra hostile to nancy or if she also thinks that he’s jealous). but either way, steve is just being completely brutal to nancy, and it’s just like any form of like friendship between them just evaporated overnight. and i want a scene where it all comes to a head and literally, anybody can be there but the spicy six, all six of them have to be there. and let’s say he sees ronance having an intimate moment or maybe they’re planning a road trip and steve knows what happened the last time nancy went on a road trip with someone while she was on the outs with her boyfriend, so he just gets incredibly pissed at them. maybe he walks away or he says something snippy and nancy can’t take it anymore like it has been days, weeks, months of this and she’s just tired and she just like calls him out, and she’s like “what do you want? what is your problem? why are you acting like this towards me?” and steve is just like incredulous like, “are you seriously asking me what the problem is when you know very well that you are the problem?” and he just goes off on her and he’s like “this is the second time you will be pulling this shit with your partner where you guys argue and instead of maybe i don’t know sitting down and talking about shit you run off with the next available person and the next thing you know that’s your new partner. how am i supposed to trust you with robin when you have done the same thing to me and now jonathan? because this is your thing now and if you think i’m going to let you do this to robin, you must have inhaled too much of the upside down because clearly, you are delusional.” steve realizes that he’s probably being unfair to nancy but he legit doesn’t care are in that moment because he is so filled with rage at nancy’s audacity to pull this shit again and with his fucking platonic soulmate at that. and he just unloads all the anger that’s been festering from 1984 on her and that’s when everybody but mostly her and jonathan realize that oh shit the breakup fucked him up more than they realized and robin, who was under the impression that steve was mad at her for dating his ex realizes that he wasn’t mad at her he was mad for her and steve also realizes that nancy wasn’t cheating and he feels a little sorry, but he also feels so much better after his rant so he’s not that sorry. and then, in the end, everybody goes to therapy, and everybody deals with their stuff, and ronance get together, and jargyle get together, and steddie get together and everybody’s happy and in love, and they all become besties. this isn’t to like bash nancy, i’m just tired of seeing people having steve move on like that from the whole “bullshit” thing with little to no apologies, and i wish people would stop having him be okay with ronance right from the jump. but most of all, i just want steve to be petty with nancy and jonathan as a treat.

I don't know what it is about this ask but every time I try to read it it's like it goes in one eye and out my ears. Sorry, I think it's the wall of text that's just making my brain shut down.

It's just- to your last point; YES. I do love ronance but I specifically love the fanon version. Like, the Nancy that takes care of Robin or the Nancy that finds her rambling cute. It's very lovely and their personalities would vibe very well.... if only we didn't know what Nancy is canonically like with Robin... Or Steve... Or Jonathan.

I love Nancy, that's my girl and I do indeed support womens wrongs... but she should not be in a relationship asdfdsasd. Jonathan maybe but even they need couples counselling.

There's also like literally no way that Robin would even think about Nancy at all without having a very long, very drunk, bathroom talk with Steve. And even then, if she sees that Steve is still hurt by the bullshit thing? Or actually hears the real and full story? Bro code trumps all, she would drop Nancy without hesitation. Not even friends. They're enemies now.

Steve is her soulmate, they're ride or die.

Sorry for going off topic probably but like... as much as I do adore ronance, I do have to ignore Steve to ship them. If I start thinking about how Nancy is in canon, with Steve and Robin? I just cannot ship them at all. It's either completely fantasy fanon fluff or nothing. Robin deserves to have a girlfriend who would canonically treat her the way she deserves (like VICKIE, her CANON GIRLIE? (but also chrissy bc she's a sweetheart))

[mrvelocipede]

It does at least sound like Tumblr isn't going to just evaporate out from under us overnight.

In other news, I made the mistake of reading some entries from my old Dreamwidth, and was depressed to learn that twelve years ago I had precisely the same problems as I have now, and have solved none of them in the time since then.

[tilecleaningtoday]

Cumbrian Tile Doctor Reveals how to Re-Surface 200-Year-Old Stone Flooring

Earlier this year I was asked to improve this tired looking Black Flagstone floor which was at a house in Kendal that dates back over 200 years. The property used to be the Prison Wardens house and was part of the House of Corrections which was situated in Kendal on the Hill on the road up towards Windermere. The old Stone walls, in what is now the car park, are still present but the Gaol has long gone with new houses built in its place around 120 years ago.

The flagstones formed the floor of what is now a Kitchen and Pantry and sometime in the past a red cement base was put on top of the stone to level it and was then covered in a wooden Parquet floor. The trouble with this was that it stopped the stone from breathing leading to damp spreading into the walls which in turn encouraged mould to grow. Certainly not what you want in a house and certainly not in the Kitchen.

The customer had removed all the old Parquet floor which was rotten anyway and knocked out a lot of the leveller but the stone was very rough and he was unable to get it clean as it would shred mops and the dirt would get trapped in the pits and build-up.

I went over to look at the Flagstones and recommended that we mill the stone which would remove what remained of the levelling compound allowing the stone to breathe again and remove the roughness of the stone allowing it to be cleaned easily. I came up with a restoration plan to do that, address the pointing and then seal the stone with a breathable sealer. Happy with the quote and relieved they now had a practical solution we were given the go ahead to do the work.

Milling a 200-Year-Old Black Flagstone Floor

We used a series of coarse DRB milling pads to grind off a thin layer of stone off the flagstones. This exposes new stone underneath and removes the contaminates in the process. The work starts with the very coarse 50-grit DRB milling pad and is applied to the floor using a heavy-duty buffing machine that has weights added to improve traction. Water is used to lubricate the process and this slowly turns to a slurry as work progresses. The slurry is then rinsed and extracted from the floor and the process repeated with the 100 and then 200-grit DRB milling pads.

Once done we moved onto the pointing which was knocked out with a Hammer Drill and replaced with a breathable pointing product called VDW in a stone-grey colour. Work continued into the next day where the sandstone was cleaned again with the 200-Grit milling pad and focus turned to cleaning all the edges and corners where the pads struggle to reach. Once done the floor was given another rinse and extraction and left it to dry overnight.

Sealing a Black Flagstone Tiled Basement Floor

To return the dark Black colour to the stone I decided to use a breathable oil-based sealer called Tile Doctor X-Tra seal that leaves a low satin finish. This product is rated for internal and external use and being breathable it will allow moisture to rise through the floor and evaporate at the surface. Old floors like this don’t have a damp proof membrane so it is important to choose a sealer that can allow the floor to breath and this will resolve the damp issues the property was experiencing previously.

This was not an easy job for us, but luckily it was quite a small floor. I’m not sure the photographs really do it justice but our work certainly made a difference and my customer was very happy with the result. They even left the following 5-star feedback on our website.

Brilliant job, our flagstone floor is completely transformed! By Helen M, Kendal, 11 March 2024

For aftercare I recommended Tile Doctor Neutral Tile Cleaner which will clean the floor without impacting the sealer which can be a problem with many of the stronger products you find in supermarkets.

Source: Stone Floor Cleaning and Restoration Services in Kendal Cumbria

[senriii]

I don't know if it's the heat, or that I forgot to take the antidepressants the last couple of days, but I wish there was a middle ground between simplying things for practical day to day purposes making you unable to approach frankly whatever problems you need to face, and having so many thoughts and emotions all at once you can't hardly begin to order them. I hope I can rescue something from this tomorrow. I know these matters aren't build overnight, that you take notes and see it form before you can take some but I don't want them to evaporate before I can even begin to act. It's either too much or too little these days for me. I've being wanting to do something about my situation for some time now but it seems like I'm stuck, like I forgot how to make progress or need a guide to follow I can't seem to find. Anyway, good night 😴.

*picture stolen from newgodpho

[miyamiwu]

@greenmanwiththesauce uuhhh I didn’t really keep a recipe. I also didn’t measure stuff.

But, roughly, it went like this...

Ingredients:

300-350ml All-purpose cream, chilled (whipping cream would be better. I just pick all-purpose coz it’s cheap. Not sure how much you would need for whipping cream)

powdered full-cream milk dissolved in 150ml hot water and left to cool (how much powder to use depends on the brand of milk you’re using. just follow their instructions. Also, I’m not sure what the results would be like if you used the more common powdered skimmed milk. Actually, you can just use fresh milk or evaporated milk here if you have those.)

condensed milk (how much to add depends on how sweet you want it to be. if you’re gonna skip on this, then make sure to at least use some other sweetener. The sugar helps to lower the freezing point and achieve that ice cream texture)

pinch of salt (just to further lower the freezing point and enhance the flavor a bit)

a little bit of vanilla flavoring/extract

for the cakes and cookies, I just used whatever I had on hand, which happened to be these:

Procedure:

Add vanilla extract to cream.

Whip cream to stiff peaks.

Add the powdered milk solution and whip it some more

Add the salt and your sweetener and mix everything

You’ll know you’re doing it right when your cream doubles in volume after whipping.

The final texture should be like melted ice cream.

Then you just add the cakes and cookies as you like. Last step is to freeze it overnight, and there, you get ice cream!

If the ice cream doesn’t turn out well, you can refer to this article to figure out where you went wrong:

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And actually… I didn’t really follow the steps I listed above in order.

I don’t have a mixer. All I have is this egg beater/milk frother, which I use for my coffee:

And even at its fastest setting, it isn’t strong enough to whip the solid chilled cream. Before I could even achieve stiff peaks, I had to add the powdered milk solution just to make the mixing much easier. I just made sure I kept mixing everything until it seems to have doubled in volume coz that’s when I know there’s enough air in it.

When I felt like it was too watery, I’d add more cream. Or if it was too hard, I’d add more of the liquid milk. So yeah, trial and error.

I have tried making vanilla ice cream before using just all purpose cream and no other kind of milk, and the texture was more like that of a sundae you buy at a fastfood than regular ice cream you buy at a store. I used it for a coke float, and it went well.

made ice cream last night and uhhh I might've gotten overboard with the cake and the cookies coz now it's too sweet 😭

but the texture is much better than last time! I was worried it would turn icy, but looks like that powdered milk I added really help

[analiavs]

Harperverse: Moonlight Ride

Eden X Bailey

words: 2808

Warnings: noncon, drugging

Bailey tries to avoid his self-described mate.

Will post just the smut in a later post.

Link for people who prefer it on Ao3:

He’d been desperate and thought Eden would save him, but it had completely backfired. Or maybe he’d been saved too well. He tried to loosen the collar around his neck, listening carefully for changes in Eden’s breathing while he whittled away.

So far Eden had been the perfect gentlemen, but he couldn’t tell how long it would especially with a fuck moon tonight. And as a fox type he was sexually compatible with Eden’s rut. He absolutely couldn’t be here when it hit. Honestly this was just the mayonnaise for the knuckle sandwich life had been beating him with.

 So many people were on his shit list. He didn’t think he asked for much. He just wanted to do his job and Harper had ruined everything. The most insulting part was that it hadn’t even been a  power play on his part. The sick fuck genuinely thought he was curing people.

If his henchman hadn’t abandoned him after the first orgy he probably could have maintained the status quo. But when money’s value evaporated overnight he hadn’t had anything to keep them satisfied. Well anything he wanted to give up.

With his protection gone, his debtors felt more inclined to fight back. And even some of the townspeople tried to get some action. Brandishing his gun was usually enough, but he’d run out of bullets not too long after the fall. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if that got out.

As a result he’d been relegated to hiding in his apartment and sneaking around for scraps. He tacitly refused to participate in Briar’s new fluid based economy and had nothing he was willing to barter. He’d come to somewhat rely on Eden for meals, so he hadn’t thought it’d be a problem when he asked him to help deal with experiment 1.5. That ungrateful bastard looked like a savage minotaur, even if his bodyguards hadn’t abandoned him they probably would have been beaten by him. Eden was strong and armed, so he had a chance. 

He hadn’t expected to get kidnaped. If he’d been less picky finding Eden a spouse maybe this could have been avoided. At least Eden fed him dinner before going to bed. He heard his captor’s breathing start to change, so he quickly flopped down like he was sleeping. 

He kept his eyes closed and listened while Eden got up and stretched. He pretended to be asleep while Eden made himself breakfast. He heard his useless stomach growl, but kept feigning sleep. Eventually Eden came up and shook him. 

“Wake up, I made breakfast. Just eggs, but I’m going hunting today. We’ll eat meat tonight and bask in the moonlight.” Eden smiled at him. He reached for the plate.

“...thank you for the food, but Eden you can’t keep me here. C’mon you’ve literally chained me to-” Eden slammed his fists down onto the table making him flinch back. 

“So you’re just like the others huh? Think you're too good for me. I provide and protect, all I ask for is comfort and company! Well tonight I’ll be sure to show you you belong on my knot.” The anger radiating from him left him cowering. How many people had Eden kept like this? Suddenly his appetite had disappeared too. 

“I have your scent so if you escape I’ll just hunt you down.” Eden smiled all teeth, 

“In fact if you leave you’ll be my prey tonight. But it’ll be easier on you if you just stay in here.” Eden yanked him over, taking the collar off him. Instantly he bolted out the door. Eden laughed behind him, 

“I’ll see you tonight!” Fuck he kept running, ignoring Eden. At least he hadn’t tried to stop him. But he needed to get far away from Eden and the woods. He ran for hours back to the edge of the woods. The branches seemed to come alive tearing at his clothes. His shirt got ripped into shreds,but at least his pants were still intact. He panted, catching his breath. He glanced around making sure no one else was around before scurrying down the road.

He felt more fearful than usual. Maybe Eden or the transformation was getting to him. It didn’t matter he snuck back to the flats without any interruptions. People were likely getting ready for the fuck moon. He’d have to worry about prowlers and Eden tonight. 

He made it back to his apartment and saw that his door had been battered open. Shards of wood scattered onto the ground, he looked in and saw that what was left of his furniture was strewn everywhere. He felt numb staring at into his wrecked apartment. He could smell cum and paint too. 

He’d only been gone for a night, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He went to his wardrobe and saw that the drawers were thrown everywhere and whoever had broken in had obviously helped themselves to his clothes too. 

He jumped when he realized that his gun might have been stolen too. He went to his safe and saw that it had been bashed open too. He fell down to his knees. He could cry, his den had been destroyed now where was he supposed to hide from Eden. The upheaval had taken everything from him. He heard someone laughing behind him. He turned back to see experiment 2.5 looking down on him with her little entourage standing behind her. She forced a hug on him. He tried not to shiver and told her to fuck off. 

“Aw, daddy don’t cry I got something for you.” She sing-songed, he tried to move away when a hand rubbed one of his ears. He squeaked before telling her to fuck off again. He tried to move away from her when a hand grabbed his neck, and made him go limp. He had no idea why a hand on his neck immobilized him, he kept his face blank but inwardly he was panicking. 

“Don’t tell me what to do, let me have my fun or you won’t get your present.” She hissed into his ear. No, not again. What the fuck was wrong with his wards? He definitely hadn’t raised them to be like this.  

“I don’t want your fucking gift! Get out of my apartment and leave me alone! Stop touching me…” His voice shifted to a whine when she found a particularly sensitive spot on his ear. He went silent unwilling to give her the response that she wanted.

“Always so sensitive, don’t worry I’m not gonna collar you I’m not into gilfs. So just give in to the pleasure.” She kept petting him and eventually against his will his body began to relax. He could feel the tension leaving his body as she kept petting him.

“That’s it, a little birdy told me the woodsman got you. I figured it wouldn’t be long till people came to loot your room, so I was nice and saved your gun for you. To be fair no one else has escaped that psycho on the same day.” She cooed. He couldn’t stop the small sigh when she scratched his ears gently. Not long after something dropped on his lap pulling him out of the trance. It was his gun, he couldn’t stifle his reaction in time and grabbed it quickly sliding it into his waistband. 

“Thanks…” He might as well show his gratitude. She patted his head a couple times before going to stand next to her little friends. When had his neck been released. He ignored the heat on his face and stared at them in confusion. She giggled,

“Alright, I’m just gonna say it. We were planning on fucking on your bed so you gotta skedaddle.” She didn’t even look ashamed to say it.

“What! You insolent litte! I should punish you for this-” He tried to think of anything he could say or do to regain his power over her.

“C’mon what are you gonna do, spank me? Shoot me? With no bullets?” She laughed. 

“Run along now little foxy before I set my dogs on you.” She shooed him away. Her dogs stood behind her trying to look intimidating. They looked stupid, but he honestly didn’t have the energy to fight. He tried to ignore the humiliation of being forced out of his already ransacked apartment. Well at least he still had his gun. He would find a way to get his get back. He heard exaggerated moans starting up as he left the hallway. 

Maybe it was for the best his apartment might be the first place Eden looked. As he walked through town trying to find a good hiding spot he felt the energy start to shift. It was only about midday and the town was already starting to thrum with lust. He merely flashed his gun at anyone who tried to get handsy and they backed off. At least all the walking helped clear his head.

He’d heard the temple was taking in people resisting lust under experiment 2.0’s leadership, maybe he could manage to sneak in. Then, he’d be safe from Eden at least for the night. He made it there by midafternoon. He entered the temple, unsure what to expect. Inside there were many people praying, and angel types working around them. At least no one noticed him slip in. 

He was on edge half expecting someone to start a scene but it was peaceful. By now his exhaustion was starting to peak, so he found a hidden corner to curl up and take a nap. He woke up to 2.0 looking down on him with contempt. 

“This is a refuge for the lost, the desperate, and the fearful, what right have you to sully sacred ground?” Her angelic pose was juxtaposed by her expression. She was being careful to hide her face from her followers. Damn it, another psycho. 

“I just need a place to spend the night, I’ll leave in the morning.” He kept his face neutral. He wasn’t going to beg for her salvation or feed into her delusions of grandeur. 

“I’m sure the brothel would be happy to provide accommodations for the night. Someone like you is undeserving of the temple's light.”

“...C’mon what will your followers think if you turn me away?  I’m not one of those sex-crazed bastards, I am your caretaker. I gave you food and a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?”

“Yeah, take that tone. The Farm wants more cattle and the brothel wants more foot soldiers. They’ll give you food and shelter. Or better yet, let the woodsman catch you.” She smiled at him. 

“You’ll find no refuge here, leave now or be escorted out.” With her acting like they were having a regular conversation causing a scene would only net him more trouble.

He grit his teeth and left with as much of his pride as he could salvage. She didn’t even follow him out. When he stepped outside he gasped, it was evening. The sun was going down and soon the moon would be up. She must have known and waited to kick him out.

He was cornered, he controlled his breathing.  He hadn’t slept that peacefully since the fall, 2.5 must have let him sleep until evening. Now the town would be full of lust drunk people searching for prey.

His only hope was to make it to the lake and wash his scent off. He ran into the woods, the sun following him. He could smell the water when he heard a deep howl emanating from the woods.

Instinctively he froze, it was Eden. Without thinking he bolted off in the opposite direction of Eden’s howl. From his rudimentary understanding of courtship under the curse, the hunt was on. 

He ran in a zigzag pattern, threw himself desperately into rivers all in the hopes of getting Eden off his trail. Even as his lungs became too worn out to draw air in he ran. He was soaked and freezing but he kept running, he’d never been so desperate in his life. He cursed his wards with every fiber of his being. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been running when he heard branches shattering behind him. He forced all his energy into a last-ditch sprint, but Eden was faster. He heard him gaining on him and with a snarl he was tackled to the ground.

“I’ve caught you at exactly midnight that makes you my mate.” Eden growled, humping his back. He used one big hand to hold his arms behind his back. He kicked and struggled trying to break free, but Eden’s strength was overwhelming. 

“C’mon Eden please don’t!” He tried to reason with him. He’d been able to avoid being in such a position for decades and now he was trapped. He kept struggling, but Eden just held him down. 

Try as he might to resist his instincts and the moon, he felt his body beginning to yield to Eden. His struggling turned into humping and his pleas started to sound more like moans.  

“You’ve finally accepted you’re my mate…” Growled Eden nipping his neck. When he tried to keep pleading his case, his words started changing ever so slightly.  

“Knot me… knot me please.” He felt Eden taking off what was left of his pants. He breathed in. Eden’s musk was all-encompassing. Even if he tried to fight it, something inside him called him to Eden.They grinded against each other. He usually would never succumb to lust, but the moon and the pheromones were all too much. He felt Eden’s dick pressing against his hole, rubbing insistently. 

“Mine, now and forever.” Eden said, he licked his neck and thrust his dick in. He squealed from the pain. Once he was inside him, he felt Eden pull him by the hair down onto his dick. The pink light off the moon reflected down onto them.The lust inducing effect left him shaking. 

He felt Eden’s hips on his ass. His dick was so thick, he trembled. When the thrusting started he bit his lip to keep from making any noise. He tried to focus his eyes on a tree in front of him, but as Eden started finding his rhythm he started increasing the pace of his thrusts. He was practically a fleshlight as Eden jackhammered into him. Eden’s grunts were a bit of a turn on. 

He couldn’t focus. The pleasure was too much. Despite his resistance, a few moans escaped him. His vision lost focus. He gripped the dirt trying to stabilize his body and started thrusting his hips back to meet Harper’s thrusts. He would go along with it just until he could get rid of the heat in his body. Fuck them and leave them, that was no issue. He just needed to put Eden to sleep. 

It probably wouldn’t be hard. For someone with such a huge dick, Eden really had no idea how to use it. Seriously, just thrusting wildly wasn’t pleasurable. His only saving grace was that his dick was big enough to hit his prostate. He thrust back with intent, and timed squeezes with Eden’s thrusts. Instead of grunting, Eden was starting to moan now. Perfect now it was time for his secret move, 

“Mate, let me make you feel good.” He ground onto Eden’s dick like he was in a frenzy, forcing him onto his back. He turned to face Eden while he rode him. Just to keep an eye on him. He bounced up and down, watching Eden’s face contort with pleasure. Eden thought he would be the one controlled by the flesh, preposterous. He wrote his name on Eden’s dick just to see what would happen. Predictably, Eden spasmed practically screaming in pleasure. 

“Bailey ah! So good.” He didn’t say anything, just smirked and kept bouncing. From the way Eden was drooling it wouldn’t be long until he came. He tried not to laugh and ground down onto Eden’s dick. Then started bouncing again. He could feel the moonlight reflecting off his back, emboldening him. He was just starting to feel it when Eden howled and grabbed his hips. He pistoned in and out intensely before forcing him down onto his knot.

He kicked Eden reflexively from the pain but once his dick was locked in he was stuck. At least Eden fell asleep. He sighed, waiting for Eden’s knot to finally give out. It was a long hour, but he finally got loose. Eden was snoring. He ignored the cum dripping down his legs. He looked down with disdain, Eden was a stupid selfish lover. He jacked off onto Eden’s face. Once he’d covered Eden’s face with cum, he found his gun on the ground and ran off.

[malstermonkey]

Eye drops

Daughter -- yup the one making her career as a professional cyclist/triathlete-- insisted on a 04:30am alarm: while she went off and pounded the Mascot street I totally smashed the gym (......ok not), but I do feel smashingly good right now (let’s see what the outlook is when the endorphin kick fades).....

5hrs sleep feels about par for the course and, anyway, half-slumbers now allow for less fraught thoughts about my ExcFriend (though I’m now doing some worrying on her behalf!).

So that last sentence was written a couple of hours ago............probably a good thing too that I got interrupted, the opening 2 paras of this blog would only spur, were I the reader, to stop.

My eyes feel like the want to drop out of their sockets, it’s as if overnight a heavy metal has developed within them? My capacity for logic is extremely pedestrian and my ability to concentrate has evaporated altogether. What was I doing right now?

Ah yes, random thought on how I’d rather be breakfast buffetting in KL right now as the paltry offering at this hotel doesn’t even  deserve to be named a “breakfast spread”! the other problem is that, having been up since well before the crack of dawn it feels like lunchtime now.............

Coffee will, for today at least be my absolute best friend (sorry you!).

More later, but only if I can muster a vague sense of wit and whip up something interesting?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

[grumpyaxolotl]

feeling weird as all hell. ive been struggling financially for the last year or so and my mom just like. decided to help me out, almost out of nowhere. and i feel like i should be happy but i just feel so lost and adrift. i dont know why i feel like this. almost all my problems evaporated overnight. and i still feel so lonely and my life feels really absent of love. and i dont know why. i feel like all the time i was fighting to survive i was fighting for nothing. what was i even doing??? did it even mean anything at all??? why can't i be happy that it's over now instead of feeling like i just lost a year of my life for no reason other than my parents' selfishness? why do i feel so lonely even though i have great friends? why do i feel so disconnected from everything? how do i even stop feeling like this. i feel like i just won a battle only to find out everything i fought for is gone. what am i even doing. i should be celebrating, but i feel like crying and crying and crying for days on end. nothing feels right

[thaylepo]

The promised updates follow:

This photo was taken yesterday morning, day seven of the seed being in water and day five after sprouting. By that evening, Audrey II had reached the top of this small jar.

This is a problem because apparently, once she starts leafing above the water, she won't accept being planted in water any deeper, and from what I've read a lotus of her expected size needs at least a depth of 12 inches. That much depth will also help in keeping the water from drying up too fast, since it's dry as satan's nutsack here and standing water evaporates very quickly.

So Audrey II was moved to a taller container yesterday evening, which is nice cuz with so much more water I won't have to change it every single day to prevent bacteria growth while she's in this delicate stage. This former pretzel bin from costco is about nine or so inches tall, and Audrey II's main sprout was just over three inches. Great! I've bought mysef a few days, right?

Right?

Audrey. Audrey please.

Note that in the previous pic, her sprout was barely as tall as the second 'K' in 'Kirkland'. This morning, she'd matched the top of the 'L'. That's an inch of growth overnight, and another expected inch by this evening if she continues this way. Blocking her jar from direct sunlight only seemed to speed her up.

So this evening I'll be heading out to get an 18-inch bucket and some sandy-clay aquatic plant soil. It's clear she's on a roll and my feeble attempts to keep up with it in stages is too short-sighted.

I knew I shouldn't have give her that drop of my blood.

hubris

I've been super into repotting all my propogating houseplants and growing seeds from grocery store fruit for shits and giggles this summer.

Pictured are my many lil jade plant babies, my red currant tree that has survived and regrown from someone (not me) putting it into a storage unit for winter while it was still green and leafing (pro tip: make sure ppl caring for your potted trees while you are off in a different town for college know not to heckin do that), and my lil baby dragonfruit cacti in their Humidity Bins because it is dry as a popcorn fart where I live.

(Another pro tip: don't forget to open the bins, as pictured properly here, when placing them outside in the morning sun for some good good UV -- this avoids literally steam-cooking your poor innocent baby cacti. That one's on me. I won't show you a pic of the resulting carnage, but suffice to say about half survived. Luckily dragonfruit seeds are super easy to germinate like this and can be bought in the literal thousands for the low low price of 7.99 per a single fruit at safeway.)

But by far the most consequential of this summer's fucking around and finding out is this:

Context: So the downstairs bathroom where I live has a dried flower arrangement in it (i live with a lady in her 60s, it is her house). Said flower arrangement includes these:

(apologies to anyone with trypophobia.)

These are lotus seed pods, for those who do nor know. Large ones. These ones are only a bit smaller than the palm of my hand, and they come from this flower:

(Unsourced pinterest photo with live human being for scale. Note the corresponding palm-sized seed pods.)

Five days ago I found one of the seeds from these pods on the bathroom floor, idly looked up some how-to instructions, and I think you have all you need to put the rest of this story together.

After only two days in water, I was forced to confront what I, primarily a succulant and cactus grower, might have gotten myself into.

Some people are born great, some acheive greatness, and others fuck around with seeds from a tropical water plant that have been known to still germinate after 200 years without thinking of what exactly they'll do if it actually grows, and find themselves unprepared for the responsibility of what will become the water-garden version of Jack's fucking beanstalk.

I'm naming it Audrey II. Updates will follow.