#now the deniers can shut the fuck up

[krissi2197]

If you haven’t heard, Vi has been officially confirmed to be a lesbian by Riot Games!

Drew a little something last night to celebrate. <3

[bread--quest]

It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

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Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!

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To the friends and family of Intern Sarah, she was a good intern and social media manager, and we are sorry to see her go. We will work to find a new intern as soon as possible.

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

keep reading

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Hey uh. Aren't you a company account? Why are you posting this

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L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash

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Isn't Cecil literally gay?

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he's homophobic

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he has a husband...

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yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it

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Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

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Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

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HOW DID YOU SEE THIS

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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk

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op i know this is a joke but one time i was in the ralphs dairy aisle and there was some butter up on a really high shelf and someone said "don't worry, i'll get it" and i turned around and it was fucking tamika flynn

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fake story :/

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No it's true I was there

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TAMIKA FLYNN??

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what the fuck is happening on my post

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can you guys please stop sending cecil weird shit... i don't want to have to explain to my boss what a dilf is

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Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!

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omg mariella!!! missed u so much girl glad ur back!

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i miss me too

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😎 Anonymous asked: Response to the homophobic allegations?

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Huh??

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@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy

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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo

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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post

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how's it going op

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i miss my family

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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol

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you were really hot

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FUCK YEAHHHHHH

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just a reminder that new residents of east night vale are fully welcome to interact with this blog!!!! you will not be harassed and any hate will be blocked. this blog is safe even if this town isn't sometimes <3

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This is so sweet, thank you so much! Just so you know, even though it's officially called East Night Vale now, a lot of people still call it Desert Bluffs! Just thought you might want to know :)

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i'm not calling it that sorry

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What??? Why??

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just kind of sucks. as a name

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?????????

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what does this mean....

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another great post from huntokar herself

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you don't like pine cliff? 👻 oo ooo?

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NIGHT VALE SWEEEEEP

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[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 18 (The Immunity Syndrome) okay, so I’m posting again in one day, but I loved this episode.

Onwards:

- I feel like every other episode now is “it’s time for the crew to rest.” And McCoy looks so pleased with himself

- Oh poor Spock

- OMG KYLE!!

- Spock is not playing around

- So this thing is eating up all the stars and shit and they wanna stay close to it??

- No one can give Kirk a goddamn answer but it’s not their fault

- Bones has the best idea. Just leave. Kirk then roasts Bones’ idea over the comms

- ITS BEEN TEN MINUTES AND YOUR ALREADY DYING. Leave.

- “Centre of the Zone of Darkness” would be an awesome band name, Spock

- McCoy’s hair is peak rn

- “It would only prolong our wait for death.” woah Spock. dark.

- FALLING

- What the fuck. I thought that was a fish at first

- McCoy’s turn to be self sacrificial

- “You have a martyr complex, Doctor. I submit that it disqualifies you.” So do you, you’re a hypocrite, Spock

- They’re all self sacrificial. And in love with each other

- McCoy does a little bounce when he thinks he’s been picked to go

- They’re fucking arguing right now. Spock is asking for McCoy to wish him luck. Just kiss each other goodbye already.

- Hey Spones deniers. Explain this.

- “Oh, and Dr. McCoy… you would not have survived it.” “You want to bet?” It’s so soft and teasing how they say this to one another.

- McCoy looks so damn worried

- “He’s alive.” Bones smiles, an honest, bright fucking smile

- Bones and Kirk listening to their boyfriend dying :(((

- “Tell Doctor McCoy. He should have wished me luck.” Kirk looks over to him like ‘you didn’t fucking wish him luck?!?’ And McCoy’s just like ‘right now, Spock? You’re gonna be bitter about that?’

- “What’s on your mind?” “Spock.” Me too doctor. Me too

- “An-ti-bod-ies”

- FALLING! A blue shirt flew over the railing that time

- Is Kyle in a yellow shirt? Wait where’s Sulu

- God I wanna touch McCoy’s hair. It’s marvellous. Who said that.

- Awww Spock’s so sentimental about the enterprise and its crew :)))

- Kirk also cares so much. He wants them remembered. Kirk can’t say Kyle normally tho, he’s saying ‘cowl’

- “Shut up, Spock! We’re rescuing you!” McCoy is NOT taking this shit. Also Kirk and McCoy’s nods

- “Why thank you, Captain McCoy.” Jim is enjoying their banter right now so much, he’s got a little smirk

- MORE FALLING!

- McCoy is pissed at Spock but loves him so much and both him and Jim are just happy he’s alive

Wow okay. Wow. Thanks Robert for your great Spock and Bones interactions. I don’t think I’m gonna be okay after that one…

Masterpost

Episode written by Robert Sabaroff

[alivehouse]

its so dumb bc my dad used to be a climate change denier and now that its completely unavoidable as a fact he ‘believes it’ & ur not allowed to mention a time when he didnt but he still does not. like he says he does but he doesnt he rants about the Liberals exaggerating The Facts so fucking much. can you just shut the fuck up

[barneyandthepoetrymuse]

Disappointment Panda 🐼

I think it has to be said and should’ve been way before now…

The turning point has been passed and shouldn’t have been allowed…

Who’s the responsible adults in the room and why’s nobody’s around…?

This is what happens when you bury your head deeply in the ground…

If taking care of our kids means taking the stones they throw…

Don’t tell us you know better, don’t tell us what we don’t know…

Don’t tell me I’m phobic…that’s a line I refuse to tow…

Not all footsteps lead to lapland…especially if they’re in the snow…

Esther Rantzen took an open mind she wasn’t afraid to show…

When the story of “Sir”Jimmy Saville shattered lives and broke…

So many children were left hanging at the end of that rope…

What is it you have to do these days to get the truth exposed…

What is a woman, what is a man, what is it you think you believe…?

When did the indisputable facts of life differ from this time last week…?

You get nothing in this life for free, even the chance to speak…!!

How can you be too careful with..vulnerable children’s safety…!!!

Take a deep breath in and don’t be afraid to say what you see…

He is a he, she is a she, you can find the descriptions in the dictionary…

Take time to review the first book, or wait to pan the trilogy…..

Listen to the critics and not the deniers who have ultimate responsibility…

The bullets are real but the authorities are shooting out blanks…

There’s only affirmation on this hilltop and we’re running out of tanks…

It’s an irritation annihilation and we must be marched like ants…

Bring your foot down on top of us while you’re scratching your pants…!!!!!

Stick your head above the parapet along with the likes of JK…

Or take the line of defence that tomorrow is another day…..

I suppose it’s not your generation so turn a blind eye to the pain…

Don’t let something like personal responsibility stand up and in your way……

Ignore the cries for help and chase the doubts away…

Now that we’re all speechless and you’re the ones to blame…

Get down to city hall for prescriptions of vitriol and false claims…

You know you’re one of the perpetrators in everything else but name…..

Shut in all the children, our schools are a kind and safe place…

Make changes to the education system and do it all in haste…

The tide is starting to turn but we’re only catching a few waves…

Where’s the life guards in the water, it’s only people saving face…..

It’s virtual reality that’s hacking in and tracking the good grades…

This is the real lockdown and this is our nation state…

You don’t need to study the facts or write out any essays…

You’re eventually be WOKEn at night after painfully destructive decades…

We’ve pandered to the issues and been calked out as fake…

We’ve been thrown into exile and burned at the stake…

When did logic and science transition into darkest space…?

You’re removing a child’s healthy body parts for goodness sakes…

Bearing all the hallmarks of so many previous tragic mistakes…

Where are the millennials now and where are all the snowflakes…?

Don’t let a few question marks undermine the political landscape…

They’d rather cut off their hands than hold them up to their mistakes…

It’s unfortunately not your body, you’ve been born a mismatch…

We live in a time where a cat is a dog and a dog is a cat…..

It’s not your fault you’re a person who’s been designated the wrong hat…

If you take it off today then tomorrow you can always put it right back….

Where was the impartiality in speaking out with caring concern…

Where was the rationale in what you’ve now discerned…..?

What does it teach you and whose..lessons have been learned…?

Guess what…it’s not you at the sharp end of all that you’ve affirmed……….!!!!!!!

Fuck all the rainbows and sponsorship deals…

You could’ve funded some new schools or offered free meals…

Instead you’re dishing out hormones to the vulnerable and mentally ill….

You can always redirect the funding…but you can’t reattach genitals……!!!!



[coralsgrimes]

He’s been quiet since liking that pro-Israel shit because the meltdown in his fandom was obvious and seems to have had lasting effect on the public opinion on him online. Yeah, he might still sell tickets for cons and “concerts” but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that his last show didn’t sell out until the day of vs. selling out same day like the ones last year. There will always be people who will follow him/give him their money, but a lot of the Shadow and Bone fans who rode hard for him fell off after that incident because it’s an issue they care about, and he really showed himself to be morally repugnant.

See, I have this very out there opinion that celebrities should..... shut the fuck up. Like they know nothing about anything and 90% of the time they don't really care, they just look for brownie points from their fans whose brains are so fucked up too online parasocial and in need for grass touching that ye know... yeah for all I care celebrities can shut up and get the fuck out they have no brains to speak up on shite in MOST cases and their fucking resharing of nice looking infographics doesn't do shite except for the fans to go like "OMG they came out as supporters of XXX cause that I made a part of my personality/care about from the comfort and safety of my house" like it's a fucking fandom game to them. I will stop it right here cuz that's too heavy of a topic x.x

Ye, who is not here as long, Benny made a post back in april??? 2022 about cRiSiS iN ukRaiNe buy t-shirts from this ngo that exists purely to make celebrities feel important and look charitable. Yeah that was the final straw for me x.x Like that man should not engage in anything if I'm being honest cuz he has no brains for it.

And ye nonnie make the best comparison here - a fucking flock, cuz the peeps that he surrounds himself with (some came with twin flame package, some were there before) are THAT kind of people. The whole antivaxx, alternative 'medicine', deep supporters stans, ye name it AND and lemme repeat myself again, zionist/pro-I is one thing but Imma gonna repeat it AGAIN, that Harris guy is a known world famous islamophobe, pandemic denier and guns enthusiast x.x that piece of shite noam chomsky who u.s. tankies love went against him lol that was actually hilarious like yeah lock them all up together these supposed intellectuals let them fight like world would be a better place I swear to god SORRY FOR GETTING TOO POLITICAL IT MIGHT HAPPEN AGAIN DUNNO WHY BUT I REALLY WANNA SCREAM HORSESHOE kidding i know exactly why i want to do it

ANYWAYS yeah like Benny's flock (and benny's own...) views are pretty out in the open for quite a while now. Dunno why peeps got surprised still x.x I've been at it for over two years now like if ye didn't see it coming that means that ye did NOT want to see it

[sutekh94]

Been seeing comments like this a TON since the announcement, and I gotta say, I have to disagree. =\

I apologize in advance if the bulk of this post winds up sounding more like a lecture. It's about the only way I can explain why I disagree as best as I can. (and if the above post was meant as a joke, I'm sorry, but I don't see it as such.)

Biden resigning would introduce more chaos to an already chaotic situation and would mean Harris would need to get caught up to speed quickly with everything that comes with being President. All the morning briefings, reports about overseas conflicts, and so on. It'd mean less time for her to be campaigning, something she needs to do now more than ever. Basically, Biden seeing out the rest of his time as President means Harris gets to be on the road more and build support.

If Harris became President because Biden resigned, she'd need to nominate a Vice President, and they'd need to be approved by Congress (not talking about her VP candidate for the election here - this is 25th Amendment stuff, at least as I understand it). Given the fact that the Republicans are in charge of the House of Representatives... yeah. It doesn't matter who she nominates; they'll likely be shut down all the same. Either that, or she'd have to pick someone who'd appeal to the Republicans, and I don't see her doing that.

What if Harris died as President with no VP? In that event, the Presidency would fall to the Speaker of the House. Currently, that's Mike Johnson, a guy who's about as monstrous as Trump himself, if not more so. Anti-abortion and anti-queer, climate change denier, AIPAC money so far up his butt it's winding up in his intestines, someone who wants me - a bi/pan guy - fucking dead, and that's only scratching the surface. Of course there's still the election itself in November, but I wouldn't put it past a hypothetical Acting President Mike Johnson in tandem with other Republicans and the current SCOTUS to, uh, get creative when it comes to ensuring Trump is re-elected - and thus, Project 2025 nightmares become reality.

I know Biden's done plenty of things during his time as President that are worthy of genuine criticism. But I still wanna see him finish out his time as President instead of resigning. No matter who winds up being the Dems' nominee for President, be it Harris or someone else, I'll be voting for them come election day.

The only thing I'm gonna say on this issue is that Biden is a coward for not stepping down now and making Kamala president.

[odinsblog]

Lmao. Twitter user georgina4781 is like, “I hope future generations judge you by the same social standards” — aka: being against white supremacy, Apartheid & imperialism that destroyed the lives of literally MILLIONS of Black and indigenous peoples. And they said that shit with their whole entire chest out! You and your pesky “modern standards” of …. *checks notes* …. not enslaving entire countries and depleting said countries of valuable material resources.

Look, Imma let everyone in on a little secret here: throwing down the, “BUT THEY DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER BACK THEN” excuse is 💯bullshit. But white people can be counted on to stay eating it up. Because that false framing serves a purpose.

Are we really and truly expected to believe that absolutely noooobody back then had any inkling that things like slavery, colonialism and Apartheid were evil? Nobody at all back then knew it? C’mon now. See? More “white innocence” bullshit. You think Jeff Bezos doesn’t know that people dying in Amazon warehouses is easily preventable and him not taking precautions to avoid more deaths is “bad”? People know wrong now, and they knew it back then. Still not sold? Okay, how about this: if nothing else, the Black and indigenous people being colonized knew it and expressed their views, but colonizers intentionally ignored them and did not listen to them. And I’m pretty sure we won’t need to search very hard through history books to find white people who knew it was wrong too. Just because their voices did not prevail doesn’t mean that “everyone back then” somehow did not know better. Many knew better and simply did. not. care. Kinda like Jeff Bezos right now.

When we accept the false premise that “they just didn’t know any better back then,” we are allowing a form of whitewashing history to happen — we are allowing today’s racism deniers to deftly delete the agency of colonizers, and replace their cruelty and greed, with innocence. And POOF! Just like that, the myth of white innocence is maintained, and the cruelty and greed behind all imperialism is parsed, equivocated and whitewashed away into something less heinous and more palatable.

And the thing white people seem to call “bringing up the shitty parts of history” is literally what everyone else, under ordinary circumstances, refers to as the truth, but apparently everyone is supposed to stay quiet so that colonizers and their beneficiaries can continue whitewashing history and continue pretending that it wasn’t really that bad, or advise everyone to just “get over it” because was “a long time ago,” or eventually argue that it never happened at all.

I’ll let you in on another secret: white people who want to downplay & deny racism love to throw racism into this far away safe space called, “the past”. I’m reminded of an old saying that goes something like, “your grandfather may have chopped down the tree, but we are still suffering from no shade today because of his actions.” An incredibly bad paraphrase on my part, but the point is, Uju Anya is a survivor of war and genocide caused by recent colonialism, and the person who was instrumental in that - in chopping down the proverbial shadetree - just died. Uju Anya is still experiencing the loss of diaspora caused by Queen Elizabeth’s kingdom, and telling her how to process her very real and very current grief is so presumptuous that I would need to live a million years as a white person to even begin to comprehend how presumptuous that is.

White fragility is a hell of a thing. But demanding that the still-living and still-impacted descendants of imperialism just shut up so that European whites don’t have to be reminded of their queen’s active role in colonialism … that’s strait up bullshit.

Apparently American conservatives aren’t the only ones upset with honestly talking about theories critical of racist systems.

Sending out much love to Uju Anya, who is now having Jeff fucking Bezos, one of the richest white men in history, and others harass her and lecture her about “kindness” and “respectability politics”.

[mrragerthesoloone]

Kanye is cooked. DONE. Like idk how he can come back from this if at all. It’s so fucked up to see. Like his brain is so broken that he’s teaming up with Nick Fuentes (who is a KNOWN WHITE SUPREMACIST, HOLOCAUST DENIER) and is just being anti semitic as hell.

Praising Hitler too? Are you kidding me man? Like I mean….SERIOUSLY? We’re going there? The man who killed FACTUALLY 6 million Jewish people. And approximately 5 million more. So around 12 MILLION people dead cause of Hitler and the Nazi regime and this undisciplined FOOL decides to go out and kill his legacy some more.

I had to take his albums off my wall and replace them with something else. And it’s crazy because im not even Jewish. But my lord, it makes no sense to me WHY Kanye can’t just shut up. Even the Kanye West subreddit has banded together to become a holocaust awareness subreddit momentarily. HOW there are STILL holocaust deniers who exist is beyond me. I was taught that in 5TH GRADE. I thought it was common knowledge that it indeed happened. There’s LITERAL VIDEO EVIDENCE OF IT. LIKE THERE ARE VIDEOS OF BULLDOZERS PUSHING THE DEAD BODIES INTO MASS GRAVES. They skinned some of the bodies and made soap out of their skins and bones as well. It’s just so fucking sickening really what Kanye is saying. And apparently he is refusing to go to the Auschwitz camp museum too. But I guess not. 2022 is quite possibly the WORST year in the history of Kanye West’s career. Like the “slavery was a choice” remarks were REAL bad (obviously), but THIS takes the cake. And you know you’re losing your mind when you make ALEX JONES (known Sandy Hook denier who now owes the families over 1 billion plus dollars and has officially filed for bankruptcy) seem normal and the voice of reason. When HE seems to be uncomfortable, it’s already over.

Fuck Kanye West.

Fuck the conservatives.

May Nick Fuentes burn in hell.

Rest in peace to all the victims of the Holocaust. Which DID happen.

What a shame. An actual shame.

[whats-rambled-rambled]

erode

Neil x Reader

summary: this is what happens when you try to cope with immense heat for way too long  plot what plot 

warnings: 18+ and I mean it, nsfw, teasing, temperature play (listen, I don’t even know, blame it on the weather)

author’s note: I wanted to make it short. They had other ideas. Result? Basically 2,9k words.

I started writing with no particular duo in mind. And at some point I stopped and smiled. 

Hello you two, it’s been a while.

(f!Reader)

The song for this fic is TENDER - Erode

Anyway, enjoy!  ...and let me know what you think, please?

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“This heat is absurd,” you huff as you flip the pillow to the other side, hoping to find even a degree cooler fabric there.

The cold shower you’ve taken half an hour ago feels like a distant dream, and you’re already drenched in sweat, trying to position yourself strategically to get the most of the small fan placed near the bed. With those crazy temperatures, the chance of getting a stiff neck on the next day seems like a risk worth taking.

“I think I was supposed to kick you in the shin for complaining about warmth,” chuckles Neil and puts down a glass of water on the nightstand, the ice cubes clinking softly. “You're lucky it’s too hot to do so.”

You knit your brows together. It takes you a moment to remember, but then it hits you and you groan. Of course, he brings back something you said during that painfully long stakeout on a freezing December night.

“Why can’t it be just pleasantly warm instead of a variation on The Song of Ice and Fire,” you sigh, taking off the t-shirt. “Fuck climate change deniers, there’s nothing temperate about this climate we’re living in anymore.” You fall back on the pillow, limbs in disarray, longing for a shred of comfort.

With the corner of your eye, you see Neil’s gaze flitting through your body, focusing on the only article of clothing for a second longer.

“You’re one sexy creature.”

His words carry an amused smile and you glance at him, scoffing in disbelief.

“Even when I’m spread out like that?”

“Especially when you’re spread out like that,” he says, moving closer. “Giving me all sorts of ideas”

He leans in for a kiss, but you place a hand on his bare chest, stopping him an inch away.

“Too hot.”

Neil stifles a giggle.“Hot damn?” he chokes out, and you glare at him, but your lips twitch in a smile of their own accord.

“When the temperature drops, I’m gonna give you that hallelujah, or so help me-”

“Promises, promises.” He beams. “I thought this might be the perfect opportunity to give that little sauna fantasy a test run.”

The sole thought of a sauna threatens your sanity right now. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” A wicked grin creeps on his face. “Or let me just--”

Neil turns away and reaches for the water again, then finishes it with one swig. He nibbles on the bottom lip, clearly excited, as his long fingers fish out a single ice cube from the glass. The blue eyes light up with roguish sparks when he looks at you. Neil quirks a brow in a silent question, and you nod as your pulse picks up the pace.

He closes his hand on the ice for a moment, then slides the cube to his other palm. You sigh with relief as he runs cold and wet fingers across your forehead, then lets them comb your hair, keeping the wild strands away from your face. A soft smile taints his lips as he moves a bit closer, keeping enough distance so the almost feverish warmth of your bodies wouldn’t override everything else. He steals a quick kiss and then he smirks, rolling to the side and propping the head on his knuckles. His darkened gaze glides over your features, taking in the views and inevitably plotting your demise at the same time.

You swallow with effort as the shiver of anticipation runs down your spine.

The ice cube touches the tip of your nose playfully. You are about to huff, but then Neil moves his hand lower and starts slowly tracing the outline of your parted lips, and you can only gasp. Your heat-hazed mind is defenseless, so you close your eyes, allowing yourself to focus solely on the sensation. The dissolving ice trickles down your cheek, the cold droplet tickles and makes you yelp, but when it reaches the neck, Neil shifts and his warmth floods you. You feel his hot breath against your skin as he licks off the wet trail and sucks on that little spot right under your ear. You whine and inhale sharply, ready to protest the sudden closeness, but you hesitate, torn between getting closer to your personal melting point and already craving for more.

Before you can make up your mind, Neil moves away, a smug smile dangling in the corner of his mouth. A tip of his tongue darts through his lips as he catches the exasperation in your stare.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he purrs and shushes your comeback by simply gliding the ice cube to your chin and down your throat.

Your head arches back and you draw a shaky breath, but the cold point travels lower, skates between your breasts, through your stomach, around your belly button, and moves back up. You glance down, transfixed on the slender fingers holding the glimmering cube.

“All right?”

The husky question commands your attention back to his face. Neil studies your expression closely and a flash of fondness strikes your racing heart.

You smile and your hand flies to cup his cheek, “Yeah, it’s -- oh god,” you groan as the ice flicks your nipple. Neil chuckles and props himself on the elbow so he can pin your hand over your head in one swift move. “Concern as a distraction? How sneaky of you,” you pant, glaring at the self-satisfied grin on his face.

“It worked, innit?” he says and the mischievous lights dance in the blue eyes as they drop back to your chest. You follow them just to see him cruising the ice cube through your breasts, how your nipples harden when it circles them, again and again until you tremble and squeeze your thighs together, biting back a needy moan. “Look at you, squirming already,” he murmurs, amused.

It’s hard to think, let alone form a coherent sentence, so you just glower and grit your teeth. Neil interlocks his fingers with yours, inching closer, and places a small, reassuring kiss on your shoulder. Then, he palms over the cube and carries on. The warmth and pressure of his hand mix with the coldness of the melting ice, and you sigh and lean into his touch, not mindful of the water dribbling down your sides to the sheets.

He traces the curves and flats of your body. Unhurriedly, but persistently moving lower. Grazes the hip bones, then slides along the hem of your panties. You close your eyes as your thighs come together again, trying to control the bucking hips.

He tightens the hold on you as his hand bearing the ice cube moves to your knee.

Neil’s warmth envelops you once again and he whispers into your ear. “Open for me.”

The request wiping any resolve left in your brain and rushing to your pulsing core. You bite your lip to stifle a moan and comply, earning a pleased hum from Neil.

“Good girl,” he rasps as his hand continues its journey upwards.

“Neil--”

Your weak plea only evokes a throaty chuckle, which doesn’t help in the slightest. He knows what he’s doing. What praise like that can do to you. You see it in his predatory gaze, how he enjoys watching you fall apart. And he still is about to touch you where you need him most.

Neil smacks his tongue. “Not so patient today, are we, my love?” he teases, guiding his large hand up and down your inner thighs slowly.

You want to groan in frustration. You want to shut him up with a hungry kiss. You want him. But instead, you muster some of the strength you have left to control yourself, not willing to give him too much satisfaction. Not yet anyway.

He catches the determined look in your eyes and raises a brow. A corner of his mouth curls and you know that the game is on.

Neil hooks his thumb over a band of your underwear. “May I?”

“By all means,” you breathe out and he lets go of your hand so he can pull your panties down and position himself between your legs.

“Christ, how I adore this view.” He flashes his teeth in a brief smile, his features soften when his gaze meets yours. The extent of love and admiration you see there makes your stomach do a somersault. “You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly and the heart sings in your chest. Then, just when you let your guard down, the blue eyes get dark and yearning. “And mine,” he adds as his knuckles resume the caress.

The pure whiplash from his actions shuts your brain down. You whimper and your whole body tenses when the sleek cube glides over your folds. The cold water joins your own wetness. Your head falls back. The heat that is rushing through your veins has nothing to do with the temperature in the room, but it pearls your temple with sweat just the same. A short pause forces you to look down and you catch the wicked grin forming on Neil’s lips. Your end is inescapable.

You watch as Neil puts the ice cube in his mouth and your eyes widen in sudden realization. He dips his head and then swirls his tongue around your clit and you almost cry out, clenching your fists on the sheets. Hot. Cold. Both at the same time. The pulse pounds in your ears as you walk the line, bold strokes and quick flicks driving you to the edge of sanity. His hand moves up your body, partly to hold you in place. But also to add the fuel to the fire that slowly consumes you. You melt into his touch. You moan. And then he slides his finger inside you and reality begins to crumble.

“Oh yes--” you whine, pushing against his hand. “Please.”

You feel him smile against you and the second finger enters you, then they curl slightly and set the rhythm. You roll your hips and reach down to tug at the golden strands, the only praise you’re capable of right now. Neil’s groan vibrates through you, pushing you to the brink of resolution. And then his mouth envelopes you and he sucks on your clit. The pleasure sears your every nerve, tipping you over, and you arch your back and come with a loud moan. You ride out your high, trembling underneath him, digging your fingers into his arms and then pulling on them, driven by a different kind of need. Neil understands and crawls back up to you, licking your wetness off his lips on the way.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing his knuckles against your cheek tenderly and falls on the pillow next to you.

You nod, still incapable of putting words together. Placing the hand on the back of his neck, you urge him closer and kiss him, grunting softly. It’s hard to level your breath like this, making that act of devotion somewhat sloppy. Neil strokes your hair, deepening the kiss just barely. Fixed on bringing you comfort, first and foremost.

And when you pull back, it’s the eyes that betray him. Full of fondness, yes, but also overcast with desire.

How fortunate you already have an idea how to repay him. Not that he expects it - he would never. But he was so rude, teasing you like that.

And you want payback.

You smile and push him back on the mattress to reach over him to his nightstand. You fish out the biggest of the leftover ice cubes from the glass.

Neil shifts upwards slightly, leaning back on his elbows. His mouth parts as he spots your impish grin.

“Oh.”

“Come on, you really thought I’d let that slide?” you say as you straddle him, batting the eyelashes. You look at the glimmering crystal in your hand, then back at him, raising a brow. “Actually--”

You close your fist and move it over Neil’s chest, and he squirms as the cold droplets fall on his skin. You stare at the way his muscles tense when the water trickles down his toned stomach, and a new wave of excitement washes over you.

You lean on to lay a kiss on his lips, this time a more eager one. Neil sighs when your tongue glides against his and you giggle, breaking the contact. Your noses brush together as you exchange greedy looks, barely containing the animalistic need slowly clouding your minds.

“Not so patient, indeed,” you hum, tipping his chin up with your finger so you can suck on his jaw, letting the hand with the cube ghost over the same spot on the other side. Neil shivers and groans in a way that only boosts your confidence. Your mouth travels down his neck, continuing to play a hot-and-cold mirror game with your hand. You pull back as your eyes follow the wet trails again. Your tongue meets the next one halfway and moves up the chest until it lands on the source of the mess. You look up and you see the blue eyes trained on you, so you smirk, hiding the piece of ice in your mouth the same way Neil did not long ago.

The cube pokes from between your lips as they venture across the body you know so well, but rediscover as you learn its reaction to the new sensation. The goosebumps. The way it trembles. The grunts and gasps that follow. You stop just to get rid of the navy boxer briefs on your way.

The sight ever so gratifying.

Neil’s chest heaves as you start stroking him lightly, but it is when you take his tip in your mouth when Neil moans, sending your heart racing again. You taste and tease him until you hear a stifled curse. Then you drop the ice cube into your hand and you rub it up and down slowly, going back to twirling your tongue over him at the same time. Neil jerks, inhaling sharply and lets out a guttural groan.

“How’s that for a payback?” you ask smugly, enjoying how it takes a moment for him to focus his sight on you.

You recognize the predatory gaze a second too late.

Neil shifts and the next thing you know you end up pinned to the bed.

“Wanna play like that?” he rasps, hovering over you with a sinister grin.

You roll your hips against him, eyes lighting up at the sound of a growl building in his throat.

“Just take me already.”

He crashes his lips on yours and it’s your turn to gasp breathlessly. Then, he flips you to your side so you're facing the running fan and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing himself to your back. The moving air against your body helps, but you're way past caring about overheating now.

Neil brushes your hair away so he can kiss the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Meanwhile, his other hand travels south, and you hook one leg over his, squirming impatiently.

"God, you drive me crazy," he breathes into your ear, but before you can assure him how mutual the feeling is, he thrusts into you and you moan together, melting further into each other.

But instead of setting a pace, the reckless fingertips trail between your legs again to rub small circles against your clit, and soon enough you whimper as you clench around him. More. Neil bites on your shoulder and groans, finally giving you what you need. What he needed, too. You bury your fingers in the blonde mane. Tugs urging a quicker pace. You close your eyes, climbing the peak again. His touch roams through your body, and then his rhythm falters, and you take his hand in yours and press it to your chest, lacing your fingers together.

I’ve got you.

Neil tenses and hides his face in your neck, gasping frantically, pulling you as close as he can. His high pushes you over the edge and you join him in the rhapsodic release, losing yourself in the pleasure. In the strong embrace. In him.

When reality regains its sharpness, you shift in Neil’s arms to face him. The warmth of affection spreads through you when you meet the hazed gaze. You smile softly as your fingers trace his features. Parted lips. Sharp jawline. The brows, still knitted together. Your heart aches from fondness when you fix the golden strands stuck to his forehead. 

Happy lights dance in the blue eyes and Neil chuckles, panting lightly. You kiss him, then hug him tightly, not mindful of the heat. Of the sweat. There’s only a heavy heartbeat against your cheek. His scent, ingrained deeply in your mind. The slow, calming strokes on your back. Bliss.

“At least with a sauna we’d have a barrel with icy water, you know,” Neil points out casually. “Or even better - a pile of snow.”

“Oh my god,” you snort, pulling back to look at him. “Imagine that,” you sigh as the heat suddenly hits your senses twice as hard.

He grins, taking you by the hand, and places a small kiss on your knuckles. “May I interest you in a very cold shower instead?”

The corner of your lips twitch.

“Lead the way.”

[bronykacchan]

📂💖

christmas headcanon time because it’s christmas in my time zone!!!! merry christmas everyone and happy holidays to those who don’t celebrate !!!!

katsuki, realistically, does not believe in santa. but if anyone asks him? he says he does.

sero: haha yeah my parents always took to me to the mall to see santa! it’s weird though thinking about it, we sat on a strangers lap and told them what we wanted for christmas

katsuki: what do you mean a stranger? obviously it was santa dumbass.

sero:...... what? bakugou do you still believe in santa? he’s just a child’s tale!

katsuki: shut the FUCK up! what are you? a santa denier?

kaminari and kirishima, watching the whole exchange, laughing to the point of being in tears: A SANTA DENIER????

mina, playing into the joke: sero, what the fuck. are you seriously a santa denier? *scoff* you’re sure gonna get coal instead of presents this year

this gets out to the rest of the class and they all vehemently tried to convince katsuki that santa wasn’t real. katsuki on the other hand, refused their advances of trying to “bring him to reality”

they even staged an intervention at one point, holding him hostage in the common room as they gave him a powerpoint presentation on why santa isn’t real.

katsuki listened, and after it was over, he looked them all in the eye and said “you guys are idiots. santa is obviously real.” he scoffed. “fuckin santa deniers”

iida promptly burst into tears because of his frustration, falling dramatically to the floor. katsuki walked away as they all went to iida to comfort him and come up with a new plan.

another attempt, they got aizawa and all might involved. aizawa held him back after class and brought all might in who was dressed up as santa.

aizawa: now bakugou, it has been brought to my attention that you are still a firm believer in santa, am i correct?

katsuki, scoffing: obviously. santa’s real! you people are so fucking dumb.

aizawa, dragging all might, who’s dressed as santa, into the classroom:

katsuki: SANTA!!!! I KNEW YOU WERE REAL!!!

all might, sheepishly taking off his costume:

aizawa: now as you can see, that was just a costume. all might was dressed as santa, who isn’t real-

katsuki, cutting him off with the loudest gasp and rawest emotion he can produce: ALL MIGHT???? WHERE DID SANTA GO?????

aizawa, bringing his hand up to slap his forehead and letting out a loud sigh: i don’t get paid enough for this

the attempt, still didn’t work. the last attempt before christmas break was the most bizarre one by far.

they sat katsuki down and made him watch a documentary about santa and how he isn’t real. at the end, katsuki burst into sobs, shocking everyone.

katsuki, between sniffles and wails: i cant believe you guys are santa deniers!!! you’re horrible! horrible people!

he ran from the scene, very dramatically, sobbing loudly as he locked himself in his dorm room.

class 1a, in shock:

kaminari: what the fuck just happened

[theunderdogwrites]

THREE BOOKS THAT NEED TO BE WRITTEN AND THEN IMMEDIATELY BANNED

Banning books is not common practice here in Canada. Instead, we “challenge” certain titles. I love us.

The first book banned in the United States was in 1637. And the name of that book is: New English Canaan.

It was written by an English businessman named Thomas Morton. In 1624, he arrived in Massachusetts with a group of Puritans, but left them because he didn’t want to abide by the strict rules and conventional values that made up their new American society.

Morton stomped off and created his own colony (now Quincy, Massachusetts) with the forbidden old-world customs that the Puritans loathed. The Puritan militia exiled him, sparking his anger. He filed a lawsuit and wrote a TELL-ALL-BOOK. Read that again. The first book banned in America was a tell-all-book critiquing and attacking Puritan customs. It was so harsh that even other New English settlers disapproved of it. He compared the Puritans to crustaceans. Imagine living in a time where the most abhorrent insult was being compared to a lobster (the cockroach of the sea back then). Nowadays people will call you a lousy, dirty heathen for forgetting your reusable grocery bag in the car.

If you ask the all-mighty Google search engine which books have been banned, the first site to come up is this one:

http://www.ala.org/advocacy/bbooks/frequentlychallengedbooks/classics

It gives a substantial list of books that have either been banned or seriously challenged over the years and lists the MANY reasons why. The list contains such classics as:

- The Great Gatsby: Challenged at the Baptist College in Charleston, SC (1987) because of "language and sexual references in the book

- Ulysses: Burned in the U.S. (1918), Ireland (1922), Canada (1922), England (1923) and banned in England (1929). (Side note: this book was thought to be “like the work of a disorganized mind” and that makes me laugh)

- 1984: Challenged in the Jackson County, FL (1981) because Orwell's novel is "pro-communist and contained explicit sexual matter."

-  Of Mice and Men: Banned from classroom use at the Scottsboro, AL Skyline High School (1983) due to "profanity." The Knoxville, TN School Board chairman vowed to have "filthy books" removed from Knoxville's public schools (1984) and picked Steinbeck's novel as the first target due to "its vulgar language."

-  Slaughterhouse Five: Banned in Levittown, NY (1975), North Jackson, OH (1979), and Lakeland, FL (1982) because of the "book's explicit sexual scenes, violence, and obscene language."

I’ve read all these books, except for Ulysses. It’s a 730-page quest I’m not stoked to embark on anytime soon. And with the exception of Slaughterhouse Five, all of these other books were school assignments.

I’ve said this before – I’m a free speech advocate, BUT words and actions have consequences. Do I always agree with those consequences? No. I struggle with ‘cancel culture’ and the unwillingness to let people atone for their behavior. But pulling at that thread right now will start a whole other conversation and I’ll spiral off topic for a long time.

I did a quick search on what books have been banned / challenged recently and found a few:

- Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher (published in 2007)

- The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie                    (published in 2009)

- Beartown by Fredrik Backman (published 2016)

- Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (published 2002)

The reasons range from the books being obscene with very vivid descriptions of sex to being vulgar, graphic and just unnecessary subject matter to the use of filthy words to reference masturbation and themes viewed by many as anti-Christian. A couple of these books were specifically targeted because they were being assigned in high schools and parents were the driving force behind getting these titles removed. Fair enough.

There is always going to be someone who gets offended by some thing. Always. And if they have the drive and can convince enough people to see it their way, well then that some thing could be at risk.

Out of all the books I’ve ever read, I can’t think of a single one I found offensive enough to warrant keeping others from reading those words. And I’ve read Mein Kampf. No, this is not me supporting Hitler. If you want to read it, go for it. But let me save you the time you’d be wasting by reading that book with this quick review: Even Hitler distanced himself from the book.

The recent dust-up around the Dr. Seuss books got me to thinking about books I’d like to see written just so they can then be banned. I’ve come up with three. Lucky you.

1. The Cat Owner’s Guide to Being Owned

Synopsis: So, you got yourself a cat? Welcome to The Thunderdome. Prepare to be dominated! This book will assist you through the process and inevitable transformation into the 1-20 year sentence of being a servant to your house tiger. You will be taught how to cope with your newfound humility because of realizations such as:

1. You are no longer in charge

2. Scooping piss and poop from a litterbox is a chore you willingly took on when you brought that fucking cat into your home

3. Failure to fill a food dish that is already 65% full results in constant pestering and could bring on serious consequences ranging from the destruction of your valuables to urine-soaked bed sheets. Please note: you no longer own any valuables

4. Your size is a non-factor. The house tiger is a brilliant survivor who will not think twice about eating your eyes should you die in your sleep

By the end of this book, you will have come to the conclusion that you may have made a mistake.

Why this book should be banned: If the cats get a hold of it, WE ARE DOOMED.

 2. Your Period and You, by Dr. Peter Tampon

Synopsis: Dr. Tampon is a renowned Florida based gynecologist who understands women and the female experience better than most women. And in this follow up to his multi copy selling debut “Lady, It’s Not Your Hypothyroidism, You’re Just Fat and Lazy!”, he will tell you all the reasons why you get so fucking batshit crazy one week a month. Discover your body through the eyes of a male professional and learn practises to save everyone around you from certain peril should they speak to you during Aunt Flow’s monthly visit. Techniques include: just keeping your mouth shut, crying into your pillow to avoid bothering others with your weeping sounds, going for a long, long walk so no one has to deal with your imagined pain & discomfort and Dr. Tampon’s personal favorite – it’s all in your head.

Why this book should be banned: If it’s not self-explanatory then chances are you’re an actual tampon.

 3. In Absence: A True Crime Novel About The Disappearance of Kindness

Synopsis: It’s 2021 and in the midst of a worldwide pandemic – Kindness is missing. But where did it go? Some will blame The Maskless Deniers – a group of petulant children posing as adults hellbent on spreading selfishness and misinformation about their personal freedoms being violated. Perhaps science is the culprit; with all it’s pesky facts and unashamed insistence that you pay attention. Others will say it’s The Sheeple – those willing to blindly follow without question while forcing others to adhere to public health orders. And then there are those who will say the world is full of jackasses who feel they have invisible permission to create chaos and screw civility in the eye socket, so Kindness packed its bags and left on its own.

Why this book should be banned: Maybe it shouldn’t? Maybe this needs to be written about and just left alone.

 “We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. This is the divine mystery supreme. A wonderful thing it is and the source of our happiness. We need not wait to see what others do.” – Mahatma Gandhi

[theholistichedonist]

Divine Masculine

I had a call with R (my thetahealer, she’s bomb AF if you guys want her info) this morning and it was all about masculine archetypes and through our lives how we learn and create beliefs through the traumatic experiences with wounded or unbalanced archetypes.

mine was the Warrior,

and i had been hurt by the Manipulators and the Deniers

Manipulators are obvious

Deniers are the ones who don’t take responsibility and are weak but internally search for that energy gain, sneakily

i have really noticed how raw i am getting in these posts but that’s why i really wanted to conceal my identity as much as i could while still connecting with others.

i’ve noticed that through break ups or working in oilfield (which is no longer) DNA and genetics, along with other things im sure i had taken my Divine Masculine to an unhealthy level. I was walls up, protecting all i had which was myself and really resenting myself for being so guarded while trying to fix myself.

we did a meditation where i had 3 pillows and sat in the Warrior pillow, i embodied the energy of my Warrior. Which i have been told countless times is one of my guides. i had been searching for intuition, where is it? but my masculine would overpower and i would shut off my Divine Feminine to keep her safe, she is precious.

i brought the pillow of the Denier in first and sat across from it and what had came up is in school or work where passive aggressive attitudes and words along with lies and deceit came in where i had felt inferior to so many people and would accept their opinion of me or how they treated me as truth to my actual being.

a huge release came where the Warrior spoke “watch out�� to others, i had felt this ball in my throat where i would just close up and feel helpless because i wouldn’t want to speak out and through this release i was amazed how the energy that came after was in my head and my throat it felt like my head was gunna fly off lol and it was amazing. the knowing that yes as a beautiful talkative Gemini i know the power of my words and i have the ability to speak for myself assertively and kindly while still holding true to my values (now that i am making my own LOL)

Next came the Manipulators and I know we can all agree where there are many we have dealt with and at times we, ourselves have been the Manipulator. I had saw my ex and i had saw my grandfather through my mother teaching her how to be and how to succeed (always looking to someone else for guidance), innocently at the time where now it does not fit nor is it healthy to live under the constraints of our families wishes or to shun our own beings. this is our life.

through this my heart and back were burning there was this pain that was below my heart and not at my stomach yet and it was burning the worst pain, and what came to me was, 

when i am in crowds i tend to regulate my emotions or my words through other peoples eyes, i can feel what they are thinking and i adjust accordingly but when my Masculine is in such high force these predictions are dissociated and could be untrue through just strictly trying to protect myself.

WILD!! 

i have been realizing through hair loss as well as lack of sexual confidence, feeling very masculine and the protector and it has really effected me physically and mentally and also emotionally and fuck let’s just through spiritually in there because why not. 

and today at 8:06am i feel the hugest weight lifted off of me.

its a feeling of release a feeling of joy and love, of knowing WHY i was doing these things. that’s truly what theta healing is for me, self healing and it is the reasoning we all need in order to release these chains that bind us.

everybody heals differently and this is my jam!

the feeling of balanced feminine and masculine energy’s, the Divine energies, not the ego energy that was holding me in the constraints of fear and lack. the openness to trust not only myself but the universe, because we are all one we are all connected.

i am healthy

i am a beautiful balance of feminine and masculine energy

i welcome in divine guidance and help from my angel’s 

everything i touch turns to gold

i know who i am

i trust myself

i am a warrior

i have an unshakeable self belief in myself

Next step is integrating new beliefs and getting myself out there to see what i got, try this Warrior on for size because she fits damn nice right now lol

love you,

HH

[blog-sliverofjade]

Hearth Fires 21: The Morning After

Pairing: Remi Denier x OFC

Summary:  Lorel Maddox just wants to live as a human, run her bakery in peace, and forget. Unfortunately, the alpha of the local leopard pack has very different ideas.

Remi Denier doesn’t know what to make of the female Changeling who wants nothing to do with him or the RainFire pack. He does know that he has a driving need to protect her. Even if it’s from herself.

While they’re embroiled in a battle of wills, there’s a war brewing on the horizon. The outside threat could not only destroy everything they hold dear, but tear apart the fragile new bonds of the Trinity Accord, plunging the world into bloodshed to rival the Territorial Wars of centuries past.

Word count: 2925

Hearth Fires Masterlist

CW for self-consciousness due to body size and shape and shapeshifters hunting

Beta read by the exalted @pandabearer​

The ocelot has the most wonderful tangle of stripes, bars, chains, spots, dots and smudges which look as though they were put on as the animal ran by.

-Author Ernest Thompson Seton, 1929

Remi made his way to the coffeemaker by memory alone, not bothering to crack an eyelid until he got some caffeine.  Even if he wasn’t awake, part of him was already up and at ‘em.  Despite having taken matters into his own hand twice when he’d woken in the middle of the night, he still woke sweaty, frustrated, and hard.

The source of his frustration padded sleepily down the stairs as he was taking that divine first sip, the giant, poofy bun on top of her head bobbling slightly with each step.  He nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of her bare legs, pink shorts only just covering her ass.  Her face was still soft with sleep and eyelids still heavy.  Mouth kicking up at the corners, he raised a brow at the black sweatshirt that said, “I’m a cat.”  The hood hanging down her back had triangular ears.

“It was a gift from my aunt,” muttered Lorelei, fists twisting inside the cuffs.

“Cute.”  He drew one tie over his finger to examine the tiny paw at the end; it even had tiny, pink pads.  Scowling, she snatched it back, blush staining her cheeks.

“Coffee?”

“Um, no thanks.”  She peered hopefully around him and into the kitchen, then appeared disappointed when she didn’t seem to find what she was looking for.  Right, she preferred tea.  Giving himself a mental smack for the oversight, he made a note to have someone stop by her house and get it.

“What?” he asked when she wrinkled her nose.

“What did your taste buds ever do to you to deserve day old black coffee?”

He turned his mug so she could see the horizontal lines at equal intervals.  They were labelled with: No Talking, Shh, Not Yet, and Now You May Speak.  He raised a brow and tapped the one that said No Talking.

She giggled.  The sound was bright, effervescent, and utterly out of place in his kitchen.  And he fucking loved it as much as, if not more than, the way she stared at his bare chest.

Opening one arm for a cuddle, he watched her with hooded eyes, daring her to make a move.  She watched him warily, her caution irritating him.  It only made sense for a submissive in the lair of a strange predatory alpha, but it didn’t mean he had to like it.

“I’m only offering skin privileges.  That’s all I expect.  You can’t pretend you don’t need skin-to-skin time.”  He ran the back of his knuckles along her cheek and her lashes fluttered shut before she shook her head slightly, like a kitten shaking off wet, and pulled away.

“Uh huh,” she folded her arms and eyed him skeptically.  “And what do you get out of it?”  It was clear she was under the misconception that many humans had: that predatory changelings were only interested in sex for the act itself.  Yeah, he wanted her with a burning desire; he wanted the whole sweet and spicy package.

“Same as you,” he shrugged and turned to place his mug on the counter.  “Feed the touch hunger.”  He saw that abused animal that lived within her take another step forward and he went predator still to avoid scaring her off.  “I’ll only say this once: as your alpha it’s my job to look after you, to take care of your needs.  Understood?”

“I’m not a child,” she rolled her eyes.  “Don’t condescend to me.”

“No, you’re not.”  He let his eyes drift down her body in blatant appreciation.  “Stop trying to bury your needs; they’re a part of you.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”  The sleeves of her hoodie twisted in her hands.  It was no surprise she didn’t know how to play.  He’d had to learn himself while roaming, he would teach her.

“You tell me where your boundaries are, or you can touch me and I’ll stop you if I need to.”  Not that she was likely to do anything he wouldn’t like.  Sheer force of will kept his hands gripping the counter behind him to keep from hauling her to him.  “If you won’t accept skin privileges from me, then go to someone in the pack.”  It was only the certainty he had that she wasn’t likely to do so, or at least not with another man, that allowed him to get the words out.  It would tear him up to watch her take from someone else what she wouldn’t accept from her mate, but if it was the only way to meet her needs, then so be it.

One tiny step forward, then another, and she stood between his sprawled legs, one hand splayed over his heart.  It was a wonder the pounding of the organ didn’t disturb her; he was almost afraid to breathe for fear of spooking her.

“There now, did that hurt?”

“No, but I could arrange that.”  Smoky blue eyes narrowed up at him, but the quirk to her pink lips said that she was playing.

“Now, cher, you keep talking like that and I’m going to do things that’ll really make you blush.”  Giving into the urge, he cupped the back of her neck in one hand and stroked the warm, velvety skin of her throat with a thumb.  He felt her pulse jump at the touch and her mouth parted slightly on an inhale.

Soft hands petted his chest.  She rarely touched him, and he savoured it every time she did, but the animal was riding him too hard to allow him to relax under her touch.  Chaining himself with steely self-control, he enticed her with gentle, coaxing kisses.  The tension thrumming through her eased and she relaxed against him, finding her own pleasure in exploring his mouth with hers.

When he pulled away, her lips were swollen and pupils dilated.  “More,” she growled, pricking him with her claws.

“Easy now, no need to rush.”  It would be easy to take her when the cat was riding her, but that would hurt her when she was more herself.  This mating dance had to be a slow hunt.

In a blink, she pounced on him, wrapping her legs around his hips.  He caught her jaw in one hand when she lunged forward; he wasn’t sure if she intended to kiss him or tear his throat out.

“Shh, bebe.”  Turning, he set her on the counter to give them a little space and stroked his hand down her back in the hope that the contact would continue to feed her touch hunger without stimulation and help bring her back to herself.

“Oh God, did I hurt you?”  Clarity returned to her expression and one hand rose to her mouth and she stared at his chest in horror, even though the faint marks were already healing.

“We’re not human.  Our rules are different, they have to be.  We’re not always going to be civilized.  When the animal’s at the fore, when emotions are runnin’ high.  If you want to use me as your personal scratching post, you just have to ask nicely first, chat.”  Cats liked seeing claws on their women.

If he told her that he’d been hurt worse while playing with the juveniles, doing so would bruise her burgeoning acceptance of her changeling half.  Being herself without being punished for her very nature.  An alpha should never hurt those who looked to him.  He’d learned that lesson in the most painful way possible.

Lorelei wished the earth would open and swallow her whole; she was an uncivilized monster.  The broken, twisted ocelot didn’t know how to let him go, wanted to dig her claws in and never let him go.  She was about to make some excuse to retreat when he said, “Let’s go for a run.”

“I’m not a runner.”  She scrunched up her face.  She’d never managed to find a sports bra that could adequately support her generous breasts.

“On four legs, not two,” clarified Remi.  Her cat sat up in interest at the prospect of a playmate.

“No, I can’t.  You don’t understand, I can’t control it.  I’m not strong enough.”  The already healing marks she’d left on him were proof enough of that.

“Stop lying to yourself.  Keeping your cat caged has consequences.  Stop denying the animal.  It’s another part of you.  Are you ever alone without your ocelot?  It works the other way, too; she’ll never be without you, either.”  His gentleness threatened to strip her to the soul.

“Ok.”  Fiddling with one of the hoodie’s ties, she followed him out to the deck, which was damp and her bare toes curled away from the wood.

If she was going to learn how to live as both her halves, it was time to start.  And if she was being completely honest with herself, she was a little ashamed of herself for punishing her animal half after seeing how the pack lived.  She couldn’t keep severing parts of herself in hopes of acceptance that would never come from her family.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats, and she spun away with a gasp.  “What are you doing?”

“No point in destroying perfectly good pants.”  Did he sound amused?

“But people can see!” she squeaked.

“You’re in a pack, cher.”  His rich laugh was like a caress at her back.  “Best get used to it.”

“You know what, I changed my mind.  You go on without me.”

“When was the last time you shifted?  Last week?”  It was when she’d had Tien over for tea, albeit the change had been inadvertent.  “That’s too long.”

“Nobody wants to see this.”  She gestured to her body.  And certainly, nobody who looked like he did would want to see her fish-belly pale rolls.

“There’s no cause for shame.”  Coming around to face her, he gently manacled her wrists in his hands and slowly lifted her arms from her body.  She could have broken free, but she watched and waited to see what he would do.  “This is you and we see you for who you are.  You could be one hundred or three hundred pounds and it wouldn’t matter.  Nudity just is, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.  Besides, anyone stares at you and I’ll claw their eyes out.”

Squirming, she muttered, “Just turn around.”

Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she stood there a moment longer.  Then after glancing over her shoulder to make sure his back was turned, she huddled closer to the door where it would be more difficult to see her from the ground.  First, she removed her shorts then the hoodie.  The change went smoothly since she didn’t want to stand around nude while negotiating control between the human and cat.

The world snapped into sharp focus with the added dimension of scent, even stronger in animal form than in human.  Padding softly over to face Remi, her ears didn’t know whether they wanted to flatten against her skull or swivel to focus on him.  Tail tucked tightly to her body, she waited for his response.

Beyond a general idea, she had no idea what her animal looked like.  The only people who’d seen it were her grandparents; while she was aware they were prejudiced and she knew she wasn’t filthy nor did she stink, it was suddenly very important that he at least find her acceptable.  The woman in her didn’t need a therapist to analyze the root of that.

“Mais, cher, t’es très belle.”  She didn’t understand what he was saying.  It was apparent in his awestruck tone, the way he cautiously raised a hand as if to stroke her, even though she hadn’t given him that privilege.  She arched into his touch with a purr.

With that, he stripped off his pants with quick efficiency and shifted before she could process anything more than an expanse of sun-bronzed skin, the dimples at the small of his back, muscled columns of his thighs…  A cascade of multi-coloured motes coalesced into a leopard.  If she’d thought Remi was big as a man, he was huge as a leopard; his tail alone was nearly as long as she was.  Nearly five times her size, he was glorious in his richly patterned pelt of black and gold.

Giving her a look, he jumped off the edge and she followed.  What had seemed a daunting height to the woman was a fun jaunt for the ocelot.  On the ground, he butted her with his head, nearly toppling her much smaller form over.  She shook herself and glared up at him.  Huffing a laugh, he nudged her more gently in the direction he wanted to go.

As they wound through the forest, it felt like her soul was taking its first deep breath in a long time.  From the top of a ridge, they watched a bear lumber by.  He took down a grouse and they shared it for breakfast; he snorted at the way she fastidiously cleaned her portion of its feathers.  Afterwards, she licked a bit of blood off of his muzzle and in return, his tongue took half her face in one swipe.

Some distance from the Glade, he showed her an interesting scent she’d come across in her yard before, but never could figure out what it was.  He watched her expectantly, then looked in the direction the animal appeared to have headed.  Did he want her to track it?

She followed the trail with the giant leopard padding along behind her, not seeming to pay her much attention, focusing instead on watching their surroundings.  Every so often, she would circle back to brush up against his side.

He nudged her up a tree and away from the trail, but she didn’t want to stop tracking.  Huffing in laughter at her displeasure, he headbutted her, nearly lifting up her smaller body.  From midway up the hickory, she saw the elk.  They sat on a branch, tails twining, and watched the herd until it moved on.

The leopard wanted to play.  The ocelot watched him warily at first, which was hardly surprising since his cat was three times her size.  He needn’t have worried because once she relaxed, she pounced onto his back.  Wrapping her paws, claws sheathed, around his neck, she nipped at his ear and then leapt away as he dropped to his side with the intent to roll.

Ocelots were jumpers and she was no exception.  She jumped onto a low hanging branch and groomed a paw, ignoring him.  Crouching low, he launched himself.  His greater weight set the branch to rocking and she sank claws into the wood to keep her seat.  Head hanging low between his shoulders, he stalked towards her.  She crouched low, belly almost to the bark, and watched him approach.  Disappointment that the game was over already washed over him.  A blur of warm gold and black darted between his legs, underneath him, and skittered up and around the trunk like a demented squirrel.

Chuffing in amusement, he allowed her a head start before taking after her.  She was noisy as hell and had only the barest idea of how to hide her scent; it was a wonder she’d ever managed to hunt anything.  None of that was important at the moment, the alpha filed that away for later.  Now was time to play.

Hiding, on the other hand, was where she excelled.  She ran through hollowed logs, climbed limbs too slender to hold his larger mass, and slipped through bolt holes too small for him.

She wasn’t familiar enough with the area yet to realize he was herding her closer to the central area where the cubs played.  Loping along, she was too busy glancing over her shoulder to keep an eye on him to see the cubs upwind of them.  

She skidded to a stop in a flutter of leaves.

“It’s Lo’el!” cried Jojo.

“And Remi!” Darin exclaimed.

“Oh, she’s my size!”

Shimmers of light burst around the clearing and formed into little leopards.  Coming up behind Lorelei, who’d frozen in place, he headbutted her gently.  Stumbling, she glared at him, ears flat and to the side.  The distraction worked to break her out of her fear.  A moment later, small furry bodies swarmed her, delighted in a grown-up playmate who was close to their size.

Wide-eyed, she went down under the assault with a yelp as Jojo bit down on the very tip of her tail, getting only the fur and shaking it back and forth.  He let them swamp her with play bites and bat at her with gentle paws for a little while before coming to her rescue.  Cubs tumbled or danced out of his way, then doubled back to charge at or pounce on him.  He swept his tail lazily back and forth, providing an irresistible moving target.

Despite how overwhelming the little ones could be, it was plain that she adored them, and they loved her in turn.  Cubs trusted submissives implicitly and she especially would take care of their big, open hearts.

Her own heart had its bruises, but it meant she understood his own scars, and that she would fight tooth and claw for everyone in the pack.  She would never allow anyone to be neglected or taken advantage of.

Mais, cher, t’es très belle - wow, love, you’re so pretty (roughly, the exact translation would be a little weird in English)

[northernxstories]

Trading in Dignity

It was shocking how quickly it all came to an end. It started in the 2020s and within a decade, after the third global pandemic, they were faced with the worst yet. All the science deniers, those who refused to distance, wear masks and all of that ... well, most of them caught it. Some of them caught it without showing a single symptom. That didn’t matter because approximately eight months after you were infected, after you thought you were all well again, your lungs started to bleed. Nothing could make it stop. You drowned in your own bed, at night, sometimes in mere minutes. Most of the time, you just went to sleep and never woke again. It was grim.

The survivors were rare and the disease progressed so quickly, institutions fell almost overnight. Whole cities became ghost towns. Survivor teams started sweeping, looking for children, infants, pets trapped in houses and then supplies. Survivors came first. There were a lot of supplies. Not that many people.

She was rare and she knew it. Immune. How? No idea. Luck? Genetics? It didn’t matter at the end of the day. The world grieved and cities were abandoned for smaller communities. It wasn’t like in the horror movies or post-apocalypse fiction. No one ate people, bought and sold people, or any of that ridiculousness. For the most part people tried to help one another. Older people banded together to raise the children who survived. With the population reduced in the span of a decade to less than a third, it became very clear that every single human was a necessary addition. Funny how prejudice and differences in sexuality mattered a whole lot less when the end of the human race was at stake. All that shit became real irrelevant real fast.

In a spate of particularly weird coincidence, some communities lost more of a certain type of people. The east coast of North America for example had nearly no men left. It was startling, You could travel for days, scout many towns and communities and find less than a dozen males. West of the Rocky mountains however, the opposite was true. The average was 1 self-identified female to 20 self-identified males (like people were checking - get real). Some communities the ratio was more like 100 to 1. In the mid-west, prairie region, well there was almost no people left there at all. No one knew why they were so hard hit but the coasts survived. Perhaps it was just population distribution. Scientists would be studying it long after she was dead.

So, in a world where you lived with almost 100 men in your community and the number of single women could be counted on one hand, and you wouldn’t need every finger? Yeah. This was fantastic. 

Again, it wasn’t like the books though. She wasn’t chained, or bound or really mistreated in any way. Nope. None of that.

She was a strong survivor. She had a thriving garden and a number of animals of her own. Her house was cute as hell and in really good shape. Her grandmother had taught her to sew and the rest she learned from books. The little town was powered by a local dam that kept the predatory animals such as the dog packs, at bay with electrified fencing in key areas, including around her goats whom the wolves thought looked super yum yum.

But even she needed supplies. I mean, was she going with a raiding party into a city to get tampons and advil? Ummm ... no obviously. That was terrible. That’s how people died! Those places were not safe. It took rigging and expertise she did not have to be on a scavenger team. Plus do you think they would be cool having one of the few women in town go out with them? You’re dreaming if you think that’s gonna happen buddy and no one went without a team. That was a fucking death wish.

So, she had to shop. She had to trade. Fact of life. They didn’t want her tasty preserves or baking. Nope. That they could do for themselves. She traded the one thing that few had around her - her pussy. Fucked up right? 

Prostitution was the oldest game in the book for a reason it turned out. So she went into the store and put in her order for supplies that she needed. Flour, tampons, books for example. There was a tally and a calculation conducted. She was a modest girl. It rarely went above two visits. Then there was a jar. Yup. A fucking jar, with names on it. Men who had paid into the credit system. 

“One” The merchant stated bluntly marking it in his book. 

“One?” She repeated, a little surprised by how light the requirement was. Her list had been pretty long.  

“Yeah, Bernice fell pregnant, she’s off the list until after and maybe permanently since the Bennett brothers are putting serious court to her. All remaining traders just had their value go up.” 

That’s what they called them - traders. Like she was wheeling a cart through town with little jars or something instead of letting men cum in a minimum of two holes per trade. It was awesome. By the way, that was sarcasm in case you can’t tell.

“Nice.” She replied with a nod, “I hope the baby is healthy.” That was the customary statement these days when anyone fell pregnant. You see, the virus didn’t exactly go away and infant mortality was high as fuck. It was depressing as hell. She didn’t know a single woman who didn’t half dread getting knocked up, even if they really wanted to be a mother. It was a huge risk and all too likely to end in just more painful loss. Yay for survival.

“We all do.” the merchant stated sincerely as he pushed the jar toward her. Sliding her hand in, she let slips of paper, card stock that was refreshed so often you couldn’t get a feel for any one particular person, just dance through her fingertips. You just had to stick your hand in and pray to whatever god you might actually believe in that you didn’t get one of the gross old coots who thought bathing was fucking optional. Last time she had one of those she had about forty baths and still felt disgusting.

She pulled out the card and took a deep breath before flipping it over. Both her and the merchant looked surprised. “Well good luck there. Didn’t even know he paid in.” The merchant marked his book and then nodded. “I’ll get your order in as soon as ... you have about four days before you’ll have had to pay up.” 

That was another thing, the man had to confirm you had ‘paid’. However, if that man lied, he was off the books permanently. Not only that but the other men in town usually paid you a visit and beat the holy hell out of you. It was an honour system true but most followed the rules, out of honour or out of necessity, it didn’t matter at the end of the day. Men who might only get one fuck a year with a ‘willing’ woman weren’t about to lose the privilege because you decided to get fucking cute about it.

“Thanks ... Have a good day now.” She replied with a sincere smile. The merchant was a good man after all. He never put his name in and if he found out one of the men was cruel or unkind even, he’d return their credits and tell them to start getting real used to the sweet feel of their left hand because that was about all they were getting from now on. 

She walked through town, that name flipping through her mind. It was just so unexpected. 

Well no time like the present she supposed. She had had a bath last night, given the old cunt a tidy and all that. She had a debt to pay and she just knew she wouldn’t sleep right until it was paid off good and proper. Yes, it was a little fucked up but that was the system and she had lived with it for a while now. Strangely you kinda got used to it. Most men were pretty appreciative about it. 

Walking down the main street, she noted the weird combination of old and new that had blended together in this world. Cars jerry-rigged with solar panels to charge the batteries travelled on the same road as horse-drawn carriages. Kids wore sneakers cause there were still plenty of those left in old stores but paired them with clearly homemade clothes and then spiked them with leather jackets kitted out with studs and chunks of cell phones used as artistic decoration.

She walked until she hit the slight outskirts of the main town area. She could see him now, his arm lifting as he pounded the steel into shape with a large hammer. Farriers, blacksmiths, knife-makers, welders and so on made a nice living in this new world. You could always tell who they were because they smelled like fire and had arms the size of her entire body it seemed. She licked her lips and straightened her back. For the first time in well over a year, she had to admit that she might just be looking forward to this one.

“Hey ...” She greeted. He put down the hammer and shifted up his eye protection, squinting at her in the bright light of day. “Hey.” He replied back, his voice a little gruff. “You looking for something?” He asked.

“Ummm ... pulled your name.” Turns out all the cool things she was saying in her head since pulling his name had just fallen right on out of her brain. Well I wasn’t cool before, she thought bleakly with a tinge of amusement, Guess I’m not now either. Maybe the next apocalypse.

He stopped, frowning lightly as if he wasn’t sure what she was talking about and then his expression cleared and his eyes grew wide. “Oh.” he said. It was actually more of a sound. He cleared his throat. “I ... I  ... yeah. Now?” he queried.

When she nodded, “If you have the time. Otherwise ... I can come back.” I can come back. What the hell, was she Uber Eats? What the fuck is wrong with her?

He shook his head, “Now is good.” He tipped his head toward the interior. “Let me shut this down a bit and then I’ll wash up and be in.” 

He seemed nervous. Why did she like that so much? Maybe she was bored of the older guys who just had you bend over or would just unzip when they saw you coming. No effort man. No fucking effort. Literally. Wham bam, you’ve paid for your groceries Ma’am.

Mr. Muscles here better put in some damn effort at least.

[thebeauregardbros]

everyone talks about how 2020 is the worst year of their life but the only family member i really considered to give a genuine shit about me died back in june, i lost my first and only real job i’ve ever had which was genuinely the only thing that ever got me out of a lifelong depression, i had a doctor tell me i have a compromised immune system, my town is EXTREMELY right-wing and full of covid-denier conspiracy theorists and open anti-maskers, i got denied for unemployment benefits multiple times for insanely petty and stupid technical reasons that I didn’t get notified of until last second, and now I found out that I don’t even qualify to be excused from worksearch requirements because somehow having anemia and vitamin deficiencies DON’T actually qualify as immunocompromised? the absolute fuck?

i just feel like everyone in the fucking world wishes me dead. or doesn’t care if i die or suffer. i get reminded this almost near fucking constantly now. every single day. i can’t go outside anymore at all because i’m just reminded of how cruel and heartless my entire town is.

the only things that have kept me remotely wanting to continue living is knowing that there’s people out there just as fucking pissed as i am that this shit is happening around them and that my sister would’ve wanted me to live for my family. but god i am so fucking exhausted and i am so tired of acting like i can’t complain because everyone else will just say “that’s 2020/2021 for you!” like i’m being childish in complaining when everyone else is miserable. fucking christ, i spent my entire life acting like things were fine when i was incredible pain because i didn’t want to make other people worry and as soon as i finally have the self confidence and self care in my life to actually say “You know what? I’m not okay” I’m shot down like I’m acting like a spoiled brat.

I am fucking terrified every day of my life that I’m going to die because of someone elses’ blatant uncaring attitude. I am fucking terrified every day that I’m going to lose the tiny amount of money I saved from when we were given money every week just so I can pay for the groceries to take care of my extremely poor diet that gave me fucking anemia to begin with. i am fucking terrified that another uncaring asshole will look at me and say some shit like “stop being afraid, covid isn’t real” or “stop stressing out, it’s not that big of a deal” just shut the fuck up and die instead of my sister, she was so much better than you