#or posting obviously when at a trot

[drchucktingle]

how are you human?

so many interesting comments and thoughts on my post saying buds should consider not coming up to strangers in marginalized groups and saying 'how are you a real person that actually exists?'. i will point out this: despite my VERY gentle tone a few buds said i was having a 'meltdown' for even mentioning it

others said i was being too serious for someone who is ‘not a real person’. so if you would any more evidence of what it is like to be a buckaroo like myself there it is. every day, autistic folks who may seem ‘weird’ are bombarded with messages and comments and implications that they are fundamentally not human beings

sometimes it is outright and blatant like the comments on last post saying ‘well why are you getting mad? you are not even real’ and sometimes it is in the very subtle ways that folks use language when they talk to us. there is huge difference between ‘how do you exist?’ and ‘i am glad you exist.’

anyway, something that i think many people who have not lived this experience dont seem to understand is i KNOW the poster who said ‘how are you a real person that actually exists’ probably meant it as a compliment. that is THE POINT of why i am taking a moment out of my trot to gently and anonymously let them know how it might feel to be on other end of something like this as a queer or autistic or otherwise marginalized buckaroo. it is obviously not their intent to actually hurt someone, so i am letting them know

maybe because queerness and autism are not physically apparent it is hard to explain, but imagine going up to very tall or very short person and saying ‘cant BELIEVE you are real’ as a compliment. not a great way to treat others. on my original post, an indigenous author chimed in with their own experience and feelings similar to my own. a woman who said she was very tall told her story. point is, while i do not have their experience, what i am saying has a universal thread for 'othered' folks

point is: i UNDERSTAND there is this sort of exaggerated or ironic (or maybe even sometimes very literal) language around fandom to say things like ‘how are you a human?’ to creators, but since it is not your intent to hurt, i think you might want to know how that feels to marginalized buckaroos sometimes.

obviously you can say anything you want. i do not hold it against you. also, if you think ‘oh no, did i say something like this to chuck at a convention? i am so embarrassed' then DO NOT WORRY i promise you buckaroo you are just fine. i present myself in a way that is unusual by definition, so i have pretty thick skin about this type of thing and a lot of patience. MANY buds start off thinking i am ‘a joke’ and then become fans over time and i am glad to trot beside them and prove love is real.

however there are other autistic or queer or marginalized buckaroos with smaller platforms who hear this just as much as me, so i think it is important to say it loudly and maybe together we can work on making a very slight shift in the way we speak to the ‘others’ in our lives

we do not NEED to let subtle dehumanization slip into our language. in some cases it has been called ‘micro aggressions’ but i think buds dont often consider what that means for COMPLIMENTS. ultimately, telling marginalized people YOU ARE SO AMAZING YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY EXIST may seem very fun and silly on the surface and for some folks it probably feels that way, but for others it can feel like a reminder of the broader doubt about their humanity. you can just say ‘YOU ARE AMAZING’ without the reminder of the many times autistic or queer or marginalized folks are told in a very serious and pointed way (like comments on the last post) ‘YOU ARE SO WEIRD THAT I HAVE DECIDED YOU ARE NOT REAL’

buckaroos can take this information and apply it to their interactions, or they can ignore it, that is totally fine. we are all trotting our own trots and proving love in our own way and thats okay bud, HOWEVER i feel like it is important to at least let folks know, even if that means getting told i am having a ‘meltdown’. i think it is important to have complex or difficult conversations if it will prove a little more love in the long run. THANK YOU FOR READING BUCKAROOS. i am honored to trot forward with you can tackle this kind of thing with you, and honored you buckaroos have created such an amazing space with me to pull apart these kind of feelings. THIS IS PROOF THAT LOVE IS REAL LETS TROT

[selamat-linting]

my city is sooo hostile for any meaningful left movement to the point that if a fucking trot would create a newspaper stand or a protest, the liberal student org would co-opt their movement instead of the other way around!

[power-handmaiden]

Chuck Tingle interview

OK, here is the FINAL 2024 Tingles My Butt post, which I've been pretty hyped for. I still kind of can't believe this. While I was figuring out how I'd move on from 2024, @drchucktingle generously offered to answer some questions of mine to commemorate the end of my tingler project! Here they are!

-Considering that your process for tinglers is just to write it out and not stress about proofreading and editing, was it weird for you to see someone decide to go back, examine, and contemplate every single tingler published in the past decade?

the whole dang project was really wonderful for me, for exactly the reason you have just said. tinglers are very STREAM OF CONSCIOUS and only edited with one quick pass so while i think this adds to their honesty and rawness it also means that my time with them is limited. really watching someone go back through them at this depth was like reading a diary that i have not opened for many years, and it jumps around through time in a very beautiful way. it was very moving

-I love tingler character names. I personally admire how many great ones you come up with. (I never know what to name my ttrpg characters.) You just come up with all these great names that seemingly spring from nowhere, how do you do it?

DANG great question cant believe i have not been asked this before but yes there is a type of name that shows up in the tingleverse that is unusual and has a certain feeling and cadence that is very specific. if i am trotting along with sweet barbara and there is a name of a product or a place or something that has this tone we will say ‘oh thats a tingleverse name.’ the reason i wanted to do this in the books was as a very subtle way of saying these stories exist on a timeline that is RIGHT next to ours, so in some ways it is exactly the same as our world but there are these little cultural differences with things like chocolate milk and spaghetti and then with the names. you will have buckaroos like justin and sarah trotting along next to buckaroos named corb torbins-quill or borto lart.

-So, as a reader, reading from 2014 to now, old tinglers and new tinglers feel different to me. I believe you when you say tinglers have always been sincere, but they feel MORE sincere than they used to be. Like, I feel like there was some self-consciousness and irony in some of the early tinglers that you've since let go of and embraced the Chuck Tingle voice more. I don't know, am I imagining this, or does this square with your tingler writing journey? If it does, what has that process been like for you?

i think you are absolutely correct. the intention with tinglers was always to be a place for me to express myself with complete sincerity, but the practical way of HOW to trot like this took a bit of an evolution to arrive at. in other words i knew the basics, but actually refining the best way to express yourself and perform your art takes time. maybe in the same way goin back and watching season one of a tv show can feel very different from season three, even though they are part of the same expression. 

similar thing happened with in my chuck PRESENTATION as well, where my main focus was to stay anonymous so the metaphors i used to talk about my life were still true but laid on much thicker. even my attire was a large gi so that you would not even be able to see my shape, which has obviously changed now because i wear suits these days. all of this was a process of starting in a place i knew was important to me and then peeling off the parts that were not helping the message or expression over time

-Is there anything you could tell us about the significance of Borson Reems? I feel like he's more than just another Buck Trungle/Chuck Tangle/etc but I'm not sure what exactly...

yes borson reems is god. not that i believe in GOD in the way that most buckaroos talk about god (i am agnostic) but within the tingleverse, borson reems is an avatar for the creator of that world. technically i am borson reems, because i am writing the books. the question is: are we all the gods of our own little worlds that we create? i do not know, but when i look around at my buds and the joy and love they bring to various timelines they sure seem like gods to me

-A lot of no-sex tinglers (especially ones that aren't romance-focused) vary in terms of plot and structure a lot more than erotic tinglers. Is your writing process for these stories any different?

same process actually, but the sex scenes in tinglers are about 1500 to 2000 words long, and total tingler length is 4000 words which means if you are not including that portion you are going to have to come up with some creative way to fill that space in the story and a new axis for story to turn on. so the variety comes from me getting creative and trying out different axis points

-In "Not Pounded By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Non-Fungible Tingler That Is Literally This NFT" Because Of The Current Catastrophic Environmental And Ethical Impact" there are references to an earlier draft of the story that was never released because you ended up disagreeing with the message. Are there any other tinglers that never got finished and/or published, if you'd be willing to talk about any of them?

oh this is a VERY good question. the story of the NFT tingler is that when buckaroos were first talkin on nfts online and nobody really knew what they were, my first thoughts were just ‘oh this is interesting what the heck is this?’ this is my way with most CURRENT EVENTS. and i thought ‘this would be an interesting tingler, i suppose maybe i should make the tingler an ACTUAL nft’. this was in VERY early days so i did not really even understand what an nft was (neither did 99 percent of buckaroos yet honestly). so i looked into it just enough to actually MAKE a nft tingler that was a real nft and put it out. lasted for about thirty seconds before buckaroos were messaging saying ‘oh this is bad chuck you should look into what this is’ and i DID look into it and thought’ oh yeah this is terrible nevermind’. i took down the original and thought ‘well THIS is what art is all about. this is where i thrive in a world of moving living art that is in communication with itself’. so i dove into the research and actually started to understand NFTS and then i repurposed the story into a strongly anti-nft tingler and put that on out instead.

as far as OTHER tinglers that kind of move and breathe and live like this, in communication with the audience, GAY T-REX LAW FIRM is another very good example. that one i wrote early on and i think it was kind of in the model of something like fifty shade of grey, where issues of kink and consent and communication are not really handled well. i think at the time it came out the story was okay, but as time went on it always kind of bothered me and finally i thought ‘i love art that exists in the REAL WORLD and changes and evolves, so lets rewrite that story and fix some of these mistakes.’ honestly it is something i wish more artists would be open to. its okay to let something hold strong against a changing timeline, but it is also okay to explore what its like to take the notes that time gives us

-This one is about Chuck Tingle that exists in deeper layers of the Tingleverse that operate on tingler logic: what does the location inside his/your butt look like?

probably a nice mid-century modern home up in laurel canyon neighborhood of los angeles. kind of quiet and small like a cabin but also very cozy, like the kind of place where you would put on a crosby stills nash and young record on vinyl and gaze out into the woods for a while then walk down the hill for dinner at a little cafe where you spot some actor from a 60s tv show also having dinner in the corner booth. this basically sounds like the start of a tingler and in that tingler i will say the actor would be a bigfoot.

-OK this one is very self-indulgent but if you could help settle this frequent point of discussion I have with my wife- where do the following fit in the Tingleverse bigfoot/dinosaur/unicorn/living object(/human/does not apply?) taxonomy?

-a ghost of a regular human

-a regular human vampire

-a human/fish mermaid

-a sentient winged horse

-a sentient centipede large enough to wrap around a mountain several times (she is handsome)

alright lets trot through these. a GHOST is not one of the four tingle types so you can have a ghost racecar or a ghost unicorn or a ghost bigfoot. ghosts are outside of the four types and do not have a classification

a VAMPIRE is also outside of the four types. so you can have a vampire bigfoot or, of course, a vampire night bus. does not strictly fall into any of the four main categories

MERMAIDS are technically a long lost species of unicorn I DONT MAKE THE RULES I JUST EXPLAIN THEM. this makes the MERMOPED tingler a little confusing but i had to pick a category and that one went into living object. now that i mention it possibly the only tingler that is technically a double category of unicorn/living object.

WINGED HORSE is easy, thats a pegasus which is a species of unicorn just like a mermaid

a SENTIENT CENTIPEDE LARGE ENOUGH TO WRAP AROUND A MOUNTAIN is an ancient creature, therefore dinosaur tingler

-My other self-indulgent question: do you have a favorite bug? (Or second-favorite if you count Mothman as a bug)

i love finding spiders in the house and giving them a pet because they are doing a good job livin their lives doin their thing. close second would be a pretty ladybug

-Any thoughts on what tinglers will be like in 2025? Do you expect to be writing a lot of political tinglers again, like post-2016?

honestly i really do not like writing specifically political tinglers anymore, and the amount that i write has gradually dropped over time (i think ALL tinglers are political but in a different way). so honestly i think i will write a few political tinglers but not many. my hypothesis on this is that my HORROR NOVELS are very very political and so maybe i get a lot of these ideas out of my system that way now. when it comes to tinglers i just wanna explore my OWN mind and heart and butt more

THANK YOU for these wonderful questions and thank you for your tingler-a-day project it was so moving and powerful. what a treat it was an honor to be a part of something so beautiful. THIS PROVES LOVE IS REAL

[wonderjanga]

regarding the post where every lantern corps wants billy as a member. What if billy vibes with dexstarr and the JL is super nervous hes gonna take a red lantern ring but hes just petting a kitty

Billy was going about his business as usual. As of now, he was bored, and he was sitting on the curb in front of his apartment complex watching two crackheads duke it out on the other side of the street. Miss Bambi was next to him smoking a cigarette and also watching. Suddenly, a strangely blue cat came out of nowhere.

Billy and Ms. Bambi: *watch the cat trot over*

Dexstarr: *meows and a red ring floats over to Billy*

Billy: “Oh, thank you, kitty!” *just shoves it in his pocket and just picks up Dexstarr and starts petting him*

Ms. Bambi: “Careful, bud. Try not to get scratched or bitten. Who knows what it could have.” *thinks this is just adorable*

Dexstarr: *stiff in Billy’s hold and letting himself be pet, honestly expecting the boy to have at least a little anger or sadness or at least something*

Billy: “I’ll go see the nice doctor guy and see if we can see why you’re blue, kitty. Then, I’ll get some money so we can get you some food!”

Dexstarr: *confused by the very sudden adoption*

Billy learned that Dexstarr was a pretty angry kitty. It scratches Billy sometimes and scratches other people a lot of times. Billy takes pride in the fact he gets scratched slightly less than other people. As for the ring the kitty gave him? He still hasn’t worn it yet. He’d moved it into his pocket dimension after it fell out of his pocket and he nearly left it in a gas station. It was probably safer there. Anyways, he’d honestly forgotten about it until one day he and Dexstarr were lounging on a roof in Fawcett. Billy then felt a small buzz from his pocket dimension, signally he got a notification from his comm. So he transformed, rightfully spooking the kitty.

Marvel: “Dex?” *trying to sound placating*

Dexstarr: *pulls out a bunch of energy constructs so he can attack Marvel*

Marvel: *dodging any attacks* “Dex! It’s me! Billy!”

The cat obviously didn’t listen seeing as that was a grown man, not the ten year old boy it’d been hanging out with for the past couple weeks.

Marvel: “Kitty, I have proof! Look!” *pulls out the ring from his pocket dimension* “Remember how you gave this to me?”

It took some more convincing despite the fact he had the ring. Thankfully, Dexstarr calmed down enough for it to allow Marvel to scratch under its chin just the way Billy knew it liked. Marvel put the ring back into the pocket dimension and sat down so he could keep scratching under its chin. He was finally able to look at the comm. Something about a meeting. Billy didn’t really want to leave Dexstarr alone, not to mention he wanted to familiarize the kitty with his Marvel form. So, he took it to the Watchtower.

He saw Hal when going to the meeting room.

Marvel: “Hey, Hal! Meet my cat, Dex!” *holds Dex up for Hal to see*

GL: *stares for a solid minute* “Is that Dexstarr?”

Marvel: “No, his name is Dexter.”

GL: “Uhm…” *looks over Dexstarr* “Nah… I’m pretty sure that’s Dexstarr.”

Marvel: “Nuh uh.”

GL: “Uh yuh huh. That’s a Red Lantern.”

Marvel: “Nah, he just looks like that.”

GL: “I- wha-” *takes a deep breath* “Cap, give me the cat.”

Marvel: “What? No, he’s my cat!” *holds Dexstarr up because he’s way taller than Hal*

GL: “Dude, no he isn’t!” *tries to reach before just flying to try and grab him*

They spent a solid five minutes of Marvel moving Dexstarr away from Hal while the Green Lantern tried to get the cat. Eventually, they got into what was basically a tug of war with the cat.

Marvel: “Defend yourself Dexstarr!”

Dexstarr: *vomits blood-plasma-acid on the floor*

Marvel: “Yeah!”

Dexstarr: *makes some super dangerous constructs with his ring to kill Hal*

Marvel: “NO!”

It took a lot to convince Dexstarr to not attack. Soon after that realization, they both also realized they were extremely late to the meeting. They both went in and sat down. The entire meeting consisted of Hal side eying him from where he sat next to Billy. He even did the ‘I got my eye on you’ sign. Billy didn’t even bother to be subtle with the way he stared back. His head was directly looking towards him as he rubbed under Dexstarr’s chin. Meanwhile, Flash, who sits on the other side of Marvel, is looking at the blue cat in Marvel’s lap in confusion. And Supes can smell a cat somewhere and he’s also confused.

Later after this, Hal gathered the other Green Lanterns and went to go confront him.

Marvel: *turns around in his chair, petting Dexter like the Godfather* “What can I help you gentlemen with.” *has the Red Lantern ring Dexstarr gave him on the hand petting the cat*

Billy doesn’t know why he was being so dramatic right now, but what he does know is that this ring doesn’t really do anything. Sure, he feels a little bit more irritable, but oh well. To be honest, he just feels like Billy. As for the blood thing and replacing of the heart, Billy is pretty sure Marvel doesn’t have either of those things. He’s just magic.

All three GL’s: *dramatic gasps when they see the ring*

Guy Gardner: “Hand over the cat, Cheese. He’s super dangerous.”

Marvel: *shrugs* “It was probably self defense.”

John Stewart: “That might be true, but that doesn’t change the fact.”

Marvel: “So? You think I’ll just hand over my son like that?”

Guy: “Your son?”

Marvel: “He’s practically my son.”

Hal: *shares a look with Guy and John* “…Right. Listen. Captain, if you don’t hand him over, we’ll have to take him by force.”

Marvel: *sounds distinctly colder than any of them had ever heard* “Do you really think you three could beat me?”

That’s how Marvel ended up getting 21 v 1’d and somehow ended up winning. As for where the other 19 people came from. They called in reinforcements from nearby sectors. Thats how badly they were getting beaten.

Moral of the story, bro really likes his cat-son. Ha. Catson. Billy Batson and Dexstarr Catson.

Marvel also holds Dex just like this because I say so.

[thrashkink-coven]

Ended up renewing my vows with Lucifer today! I was gonna do it tomorrow (Venus Day) but I’m gonna be working and might not have the time to do it properly. I felt his presence a lot today and felt now was the right time.

I’ve been getting a lot of questions from you guys about how to make a contract with a deity, or what my contract looks like, so I figured now would be a good time to make a post about it. Some specific details will obviously be left out, in particular I’m not going to be providing my entire initiation ritual. This is just the general outline of my contract.

My Contract with Lord Lucifer

In the initiation ritual I did this process backwards, starting with bounds, then terms of service, and finally concluding with the oath. I sealed my contract with a personal sigil, a kiss, and blood. It’s up to you how you’ll seal your contract.

Oath of the Initiate.

My personal oath is based on a pact written by Kindra Ravenmoon in her Devotionals to Lucifer.

Pledge:

“I, veneficus [your chosen name], hereby scribe my name into the Holy tablet of Venus, the Black Book of Lucifer, and in turn, I scribe his name on my flesh, Lord Atshtari Luciferi. For you, Light Bringer, I pledge myself to the path of Enlightenment, the Internal Flame of Godhood, of Blood, of Thorns, of Shadows, the crooked left path that leads to the Truest Self. I, now and forever, will be under Lucifer’s light, no other God shall come before He. To Venus, to Lucifer, I pledge myself, I shall accept his gifts along with the challenges He has sent for me. Lord Eosphoros is my God! Every path I have taken in the past has lead me into his welcoming arms. I will serve Lord Lucifer with my whole mind, body and soul, my existence is a temple in which he is glorified. I swear to give my full allegiance to Lucifer and to accept his wisdom without hesitation. I am a faithful servant unto his majesty. A soldier of his principles. I am his dear beloved child and holy disciple, forever I shall be a testament of his wonders. If I ever betray this oath, I hearby declare that I shall be cast away into the darkness of oblivion, never to see the glorious light of Truth again.

My soul is sacred and beautified with the loving mark of Venus. With signing the Light Bringer and the Dark Lord’s book, I dedicate myself to freedom. I am the bearer of the Blackened Flame, the gift of Lucifer and the shadow path. This veneficus steps through the Gates of Becoming, the Gates to His Kingdom. I pledge myself to this oath of secrecy and of loyalty to Ashtari Luciferi and will forever dedicate myself to His Great Work. I hereby am the dear devotee and eternal initiate of the Liberator, Lord Lucifer.”

[*Sign Name*]

Ave Lord Lucifer! Hail thyself forever more!

The laws:

After each declaration a ring of a bell can occur, or the initiate can repeat the affirmation: “I do, Forever and always, in the name of Lord Lucifer.”

*Never shall the initiate place themselves lower than any man nor God. By the signing of this pact, he has affirmed his sovereignty.

(“I do, forever and always, in the name of Lord Lucifer”)

*The initiate must always fight to uphold the principles of freedom, knowledge enlightenment, and liberation. They must dedicate their life to freeing the oppressed and uplifting the down trotted, they must always seek wisdom and to expand their understanding of the world and themselves. The initiate turns his back to ignorance and misinformation, for he is now a truth seeker. The intimate must dedicate himself to radical education.

*The initiate must love humanity and embrace it with radical empathy. Even when mankind is cruel and wicked, the initiate must always fight for love and freedom. The initiate may never hold a view that is discriminatory or hateful towards humanity.

*The initiate must never choose cruelty. They must be willing to defend themselves and others from evil without becoming evil themselves.

*The initiate must never perform any act which causes intentional harm to oneself.

*The initiate may never hide anything from his Lord Lucifer, for he knows that the light of Eosphoros reveals everything. There is no path that the initiate will walk alone.

*The initiate’s body is a temple of Luciferian gnosis. Never shall the initiate allow this body to be disrespected or defied for the benefit of others.

*The initiate is a liberator of natural world. He must always protect the principles of Mother Nature and all of Her creatures and wonders. Never shall the initiate disrespect the beautiful planet and home he has been given. If the initiate uses the natural world as sacrifice in magical workings, he must do the least amount of harm possible, and give back in equal or greater fold to what he has taken.

*The initiate respects all of Lucifer’s spirits of Hell and Heaven.

*The initiate may never use these gifts received from his Lord Lucifer to harm the innocent or to disgrace the honest.

*The initiate must understand that they are deserving of luxury, as they are the precious child of Lord Lucifer whom he holds dear. They must treat themselves as a valuable treasure deserving of the finest things in life. They will never allow themselves to be mistreated. They will never disrespect their own boundaries.

*The initiate must have great humility and be willing and ready to change. The intimate must admit his mistakes and dedicate himself to becoming a better person.

*The initiate will allow his Lord Lucifer to burn away all that does not serve him. He will walk though the flames and emerge a diamond of Luciferian gnosis.

*The initiate will always continue to explore himself in all ways, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, sexually.

[*Sign Name*],

“I do, forever and always, in the name of Lord Lucifer.”

Terms of Service ~ Contract of Consent

This is where Lucifer outlines all of his expectations for me and the perimeters for our relationship.

When you call me, I will answer. I will never forsake you.

When I speak you will listen. When you speak, I will listen.

You will make your own decisions. I will advise you.

I will protect you. You will honour me. As I will keep you with me, you will keep me with you.

I will never hurt you. I will never be cruel towards you.

You will be tested. You will be forced to change your mind.

I will lead you. I will teach you. You will follow me. You will learn.

You will accept what you are given. I will give you what you deserve.

I will reward you for good behaviour, I will punish you for bad behaviour.

I will be gentle and careful with your body. I will love you as you prefer.

You will receive my approval when opening the circle to any other person or spirit. Your relationships with other spirits may not contradict or disrespect your relationship with me.

You may call me whichever name feels right to you.

[In some relationships, only honourifics, (Lord, Lady) are used.]

I will never lead you astray. You will trust in my direction.

If ever we are separate, you will search for my Light.

You will never be forced to worship me, but you must promise to worship yourself.

We will always communicate with each other.

I will respect your boundaries. You will head my command.

I will love you through all of your mistakes. You will always be perfect to me.

[*Sign name*], I do, forever and always.

Bounds

Here is where I outline all of my boundaries for Lucifer to follow.

Never will Lord Lucifer overstep my bodily autonomy without consent. Never will he take possession over me without my permission.

[Here is where you would specify how comfortable you are with having your body manipulated]

Our craft requires no harm to any living animal or human being.

[Here is where you would specify if you are comfortable performing animal sacrifice, herbal sacrifice, etc.]

Lord Lucifer will never harm anyone dear to me without my explicit intention and permission.

[Here is where you would specify your boundaries surrounding other people in your life]

My relationship with Lord Lucifer may never contradict or disrespect the relationship I have with my human partner(s), [*full name(s)]

I will offer blood, tears, hair, semen, and other DNA to Lucifer through the least harmful method possible whenever I feel called to. I will never be forced to offer if I do not have the means, either practically, mentally, or emotionally.

[Here is where you would outline whether you are comfortable giving blood or other bodily offerings, how often these offerings will be given, and the methods that’ll be used to provide these offerings]

I will give my pleasure and sexual gratitude to Lord Lucifer as an offering whenever I feel called to. I invite Lucifer to use my sexual energy in workings and in the ritual space for manifestation or communication.

[Here is where you would specify if you are comfortable with doing sex magic or giving sexual offerings, and how often this will occur.]

I will wear my devotional jewelry and markings for Lord Lucifer and make him aware before taking them off. I will respect and cherish my devotional wears and keep them in good condition. I will not allow others to wear or handle my devotional jewelry, with the exception of my human partner, [*full name*].

[Here is where you establish if there are any rules regarding devotional jewelry or tattoos]

Lucifer is encouraged to contact me in my dreams and in trances.

[Here is where you would specify if you are comfortable being contacted while unconscious or between states of consciousness without first giving explicit permission]

Lucifer is encouraged to touch my energetic and physical body or otherwise provide me with physical sensations an visualizations in the ritual space.

[Here is where you specify how much physical touch is appropriate for your relationship]

Lucifer may call me by chosen name, [*name], as well as any other terms of endearment he may use to refer to me.

[Here is where you specify if it’s appropriate to for them to call you your common name, a special or secret name, or something more formal]

Lucifer will not force me through any test he does not believe I am ready for.

Lucifer will protect my lover and those who are dear to me.

[Here is where you specify if there are any specific people you’d like Lucifer to look out for]

Never will I reveal the details of our relationship or workings without explicit permission from Lord Lucifer.

[Here is where the rules about the secrecy of your practice are established. Some spirits will demand that you do not share anything you do with them.]

I will love myself as I have loved Lord Lucifer.

[*Sign Name*], I do, forever and always.

Ave Lord Lucifer! ✴️Hail Thyself! 🔱

[penny-anna]

you do not have to like fanfiction. if you think fanfiction is cringy & annoying you can just Say That. but any attempt to argue that fanfiction is inherently inferior to other types of writing falls apart under scrutiny.

'most fanfiction is badly written' sturgeon's law is an adage that states '90% of everything is crap'. this was first coined in defence of science fiction, a genre often maligned as inherently inferior to 'real literature' (sound familiar??)

'oh but most fanfiction is worse than published fiction' yes; this is because pro published books go through a heavy selection and editorial process before the public see them. when it comes to quality of writing you are not comparing like to like. the appropriate 1:1 comparison would be fanfiction & amateur original fiction.

i have hung out in multiple online writing spaces & in 'anyone welcome' RL writing groups and can say with reasonable confidence that most original fiction getting produced is just plain mediocre. there's so so much bad original fiction being produced every day. u just never see it.

'you have to wade through so much garbage to find anything worth reading' you ever hear like. a fiction magazine editor describe what their slush pile experience is like??

'ok but fanfiction is bad because it lacks originality, it's better to come up with your own story & ideas' nobody actually thinks this!! people trot this out about fanfiction but like pro published literature is full of retellings of public domain stories and no-one ever argues that they're inherently worse or less creative than works with original plots.

the dividing line between fanfiction & 'original' fiction generally isn't actually originality, it's whether or not it's transformative of a text that's currently under copyright. & i would hope it's self-evident that the copyright status of the text a work is transforming shouldn't have any bearing on its literary merit. why on earth would it??

'but most fanfiction is trope-y and formulaic' yes this is true and yes i do think there's an argument to be made that a work of fiction that's interchangeable with thousands of other works of fiction is lacking in 'literary merit'.

however this is also true of a lot of pro published literature. whole swathes of genres like eg crime & romance exist to give readers the same experience over and over again. are these books bad? maybe! does their existence mean the entire genre they belong to should be written off? obviously no.

'but fanfiction is all about shipping' yeah a lot of fanfiction belongs to the romance & erotica genres. you do not have to like this. but disparagement of romance as a genre has its roots in the fact that it's mainly written & enjoyed by women. its just sexism lads. :(

'fanfiction encourages bad habits in writers' there's some merit to this argument IMO (that's a different rant) but see above re:90% of everything is crap; the presence of bad writing in a genre doesn't mean that the whole genre should be written off.

'what so you think fanfiction is as good as *insert classic novel here*' nobody is saying this; if you see someone arguing that fanfiction is real writing and jump to 'this person thinks MCU coffee shop AUs are culturally significant works of literature', to be blunt, that is a you problem.

'fanfiction just isn't real literature' ok so fiction divides into 'real literature' and 'not real literature'. got it.

[ID: screencap of a tumblr post by user theislandofmisfittoys:

Okay… nice dichotomy, IDIOT ‼ what lies  outside it???]

(OP)

[beebear55]

still wakes the deep au posting lets get it

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY

basically they drill like normal and head back to the mainland only to find everything is shit and theres ghoulies. oh no

and now doodles/relationships jeje

brodie/raffs stick together 24/7. brodie does not allow raffs to go on scouting/scavenging missions without him, raffs doesnt wanna go on those missions At All. But alas

Also brodie is not the greatest at protecting him

Innes and Muir are. Having suchh a time. theyre both also always together because nobody wants to seperate them (they both have one half of a brain cell and dont function without eachother) and theyre just “DUDE DID YOU SEE THAT” “SEE WHAT” 24/7

trots is in charge of organizing the missions bc nobody trusts rennick and addair to not send the people they dont like (caz) to die. Trots accidentally keeps sending gibbo on every other mission

finlay is the first person to kill a zombie. She picks up a big hunk of Pipe and starts bashing bitches. She then replaces it with a bat she wraps in barbed wire. She’s great. Also gives herself a lil buzz and will not beat the butch allegations about it

Addair is having the worst time because Nobody likes him and he fears they will just leave him to die about that. They wont but he has very low standards for them so. Also everytime he gets upset he “leaves” for 5 minutes and then runs back in and goes “IM JUST AN OLD MAAANN DONT LEAVE ME TO DIE PLEASE” nobody is amused

Rennick is constantly upset about no longer being In Charge and Roper likes bothering him about it. Rennick keeps going “well I THINK—“ and roper goes “who? Asked you”

Alex, Sunil and Davros are on the night watch since its safer than going on missions. sunil is terrified and alex and davros are nonchalant as hell. Also nobody is Actually watching (which spells disaster)

Caz and Roy both have lots of braincells but get nothing done together. They cancel eachother out. Sorry.

Caz makes sure they raid a bunch of hospitals for insulin and threatens anyone who suggests leaving roy behind <3 and roy rations/makes the food obviously

Scooby and Caz are also A Duo to me. Scooby and Caz were both into zombie rpgs/shooters when they were younger and they are not taking this apocalypse as seriously as they should about it

IIII AM CRINGE AND IM FREEE

[aquariusmiller]

cowboy like me

Chapter I: Save A Prayer

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Series Summary: You turn out to be Joel’s biggest lesson in trust – how will he handle the second side of the same coin?

Chapter Summary: Your view of the harsh post-outbreak world is slowly turning around when you discover an unusually friendly place. You have an encounter with a stranger that pushes you in the direction of staying.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: anxiety (reader is cornered), a tiny bit of swearing, flirting, kissing, overboard drinking, dark!reader if you really really squint (will be darker in other chapters), canon compliant

A/N: I've had this idea for a while for a reader with a con artist past so dark it could rival Joel's, inspired of course by "cowboy like me" by Taylor Swift haha. The reader would have a chapter committed to a backstory and the fic could be read with or without it if you don't like your reader having too much of a story by themselves. First time writing, so be kind and enjoy :)

masterlist

song recs: save a prayer - duran duran ("So I asked you to dance but fear is in your soul") and enchanted - taylor swift ("I was enchanted to meet you")

You had... An interesting day, to say the least. Walking through the thick woods in the chilly fall morning, the only sounds accompanying you were the stream of a nearby river and an occasional wild animal. You were looking for abandoned houses, low on ammo and hoping to find some, but you had no luck. You walked back to the river and decided to try crossing it. You found a wooden plank near the river, obviously used often and you stopped and debated on your decision. If it was used so often, you could be walking straight into raider territory, or worse. Groups of people were rarely friendly. With no other choice, you moved the plank and crossed the river, hypervigilant as you continued searching.

Soon, you realized your hypervigilance was well-earned, as you heard the trot of horses. You ran to hide behind a nearby tree. The hooves pounding the ground were growing louder and you tried to calm your breathing and will your anxious mind and body into silence. The group was looking around for you, one of the men getting dangerously close to the tree you were hiding behind. He suddenly turned around and saw you, shouting.

“I found her! Behind this tree!”

Horses quickly surrounded you and you were scared to death, thinking you’ve run out of luck. Thinking your days are numbered. But you were surprised as after harsh questioning, a man that introduced himself as Tommy and had this kind look in his eyes, like he wanted to help you, approached you and asked you to come with them.

You didn’t trust him fully. You knew the horror stories about people acting out all types of stories to lure you into a trap. Hell, you’ve done it. But when Tommy told you about a walled settlement with food, water and electricity, were everyone works to get their share... You really wanted to believe it. You were tired of running. Tired of being alone after two weeks of only the open sky and your black Toyota keeping you company. You went with him, keeping in mind you could always escape if things go awry.

You looked around in awe as his story turned out to be true. You saw big walls and friendly guards protecting the settlement. Guards were never friendly, the way you recall them from the QZ. As they let Tommy and you through, you looked around at the houses, the working streetlights, the people talking and laughing without a care in the world on a small bench, kids running around and playing on a grass field. How was this real?

That’s how you ended up in Jackson. You’re still not over the initial shock as you unpack clothes from your backpack and put them in the closet of a cabin within the walls that Tommy deemed as yours. You’re astounded and warmed by the kindness you haven’t experienced in a long time.

You’re not sure you’re staying. Why? You’re just waiting for the twist. Waiting for something to go wrong. You decide you’ll enjoy your stay, though, and try to sniff out this community.

Jackson has a bar. A bar! You decide it’s the perfect place to go as night has already set in and it’s your first day in this peculiar settlement. You take out the only clean clothes you have and smile widely as you head into the shower. A working shower with hot water. You could cry of joy right now.

You walk into the bar named “Tipsy Bison”. Such a typical name for a bar that looks like this, you think. It’s obviously an old and restored dive bar, and you can’t help but marvel at the coziness of the rustic interior. It’s mostly in wood, bottles of hard alcohol on the shelves and what you assume is homemade beer on tap. The lamps are casting a warm light against the dark wood.

You straighten your black turtleneck and sit down, noticing a man sitting a few barstools from you for the first time. He’s lost in thought, sipping a glass of whiskey. He’s wearing a warm green button up shirt and jeans and... He’s handsome. Very much so. You can tell he’s fairly older than you by the slight salt and pepper in his hair and beard. He has dark hair, an unapproachable facial expression and a full beard. You can also instantly tell he likes to keep to himself by his clear disinterest in talking to others. But that just draws you in more... What is hiding behind the gruffness?

No, fuck no, you’re not doing that. You’re not going to try to figure out who he is. Figure out his tells, his secrets, what makes him tick, then use it against him. No. But... Some time with him in Jackson wouldn’t hurt. You’re not sure you’re staying anyway. Might as well have some fun, even if only for a night.

You order a whiskey and when the bartender brings it over sip on it for some liquid courage. Then you stand up and sit down next to him. You give him your best smile, hoping your forwardness would cheer him up.

“Hello, handsome.”

He turns around and looks at you surprised, not without a little amused smirk on his face, clearly not used at all to being approached like this. He looks at you from head to toe, sizing you up or checking you out, you’re not sure yourself. You’re just sure he’s already trying to figure out your angle. He nods politely and says.

“Hello. You seem new around here.”

You notice a thick southern accent and a deep voice, and you can’t help but like it. You give him a friendly smile and a nod. “Yeah, just got into Jackson this morning, with the help of Tommy.”

He smirks slightly as he hears Tommy’s name, obviously knowing the guy. “Yeah, he’ll bring about just about anyone with a sad pout and a sob story.”

You’re surprised by his brazenness, you’d think with what he said he’d be worried he’d offend you. He pays no mind to it, though. You are also curious about what he says. Seems like Tommy’s kindness and naiveté was real. You smile. “Well... You’re not wrong about that.” You chuckle.

“How are you settlin’ into Jackson?” He asks politely.

You nod and smile. “Well... This place is amazing. I couldn’t believe it when I first heard it from Tommy. But then I came in and... It’s like a small town. People hanging out without worrying about infected. I had a shower with warm water.” You chuckle happily as you stare at the bar. “It’s... Incredible. I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams places like this existed anymore.”

He nods in understanding, having reacted similarly when he came into Jackson. It’s soon switched with a stern look. “You’re gonna have to earn your share, y’know? We don’t need any freeloaders.”

You turn to look at him, trying not to get offended at his continuous brushing off. You nod swiftly. “Of course. Tommy has told me. I’m just still trying to figure out what I’m going to do around here.”

He nods, satisfied with your determined expression. You obviously didn’t think this came for free. “Erm... Tell me, what’s your name?”

You smile and tell him your name.

“I’m Joel.” He holds out a hand to shake.

You shake his hand as you look into his eyes. His calloused hand has a firm grip and you find yourself really liking his touch.

He looks back up at you and sees the mischievous smile you’re sporting as you look back at him. He wants to pull away and forget all about this, but your eyes and smile draw him in. Make him want to see where they will take him.

You shake hands for a moment too long and pull away, looking at him with a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, Joel.”

He nods as if he’s trying to gather himself. “Likewise.”

“So... What do you do around Jackson?” Your mischievous tone is obviously teasing him for his cold demeanor earlier.

He smirks sheepishly. “I patrol. Fix around things. Hunt for food.”

You look at him curiously. “Patrol?”

“Ya think this place runs on hopes and dreams? Yeah, a few of us patrol the perimeter, make sure to keep the infected, raiders and other unfriendly folk away from the walls.”

You nod. “Interesting. Think I could do that around Jackson.”

He has an almost condescending smile. “Yeah? Can you shoot a gun?”

You nod. “Duh. Of course. How do you think I came all the way here?”

He looks at you, sizing you up again. “Fight? Work in a group?”

You nod, even though you know damn well working in groups has never ended up well for you. “Yeah. I could even fight you, I reckon.” You smirk.

He smirks widely, amused at the thought. By the look in his eyes you can tell he could have you on the ground in five seconds flat. “Careful. I don’t pull punches.”

You smirk and lean your elbow on the bar, your hand on your cheek as you act (though you’re not sure you’re acting) impressed with him. “Good.”

He smiles slightly and takes a sip of his whiskey, very aware of your antics.

You take sips of whiskey too, finishing your glass. The music starts playing. It’s an old song you know well. “Save A Prayer” by Duran Duran. Joel is obviously shook out of his thoughts as he hears the song playing.

“Haven’t heard this song in a hell of a long time.”

You nod. “Me neither. I love it.” You smile.

He turns to look at you surprised. “You know this song? Ya don’t seem the age.”

You nod. “My father used to play it for me all the time when I was little.” You chuckle. “Grew up to like it.”

He nods as he looks at you for a second, obviously appreciating your taste in music, even if it’s not completely yours. “So you know Duran Duran?”

You nod and smile widely. “Yeah. Think it’s my favorite band from the eighties.” You get an impulsive idea and turn to him. “Say... You wanna dance?”

He instantly shakes his head. “Nah... Not the dancing type.”

You smile widely as you take his hand. “When was the last time you had fun, old man?” You chuckle.

He smirks as he takes your hand and leads you to the small space in front of an old jukebox meant to serve as a dance floor. “You’re gonna regret sayin’ that.”

You laugh lightly as he takes you to dance. “Yeah? What are you gonna do?”

He lets the question linger as a promise as he stands in front of you and looks at you, lust in his eyes. You put your left hand on his shoulder, your right hand in his as you start to dance. He lets his hand snake around your waist as you lead the slow dance. You look at each other, both trying to find something in the other’s eyes. The alcohol, the way his hand feels around your waist... They’re enveloping you, making you lose yourself in him. You raise his arm and twirl around it, laughing happily. He pulls you gently back in, a laugh threatening to break his stoic demeanor.

The song ends and a slower one starts, and you two are close, dancing and keeping eye contact. You glance down at his lips and he leans his face in instinctively as he glances at yours. You begin closing the distance and he leans in too. You meet halfway in a slow kiss. You’re not sure you’ve felt anything better than the taste of his lips in this old dive bar. You pull away and lick your lips as you lean in for another one and he gently puts his hand on your cheek to stop you. “Not here...” His gruff voice is quiet.

You nod and pull away, smiling at him softly. You’re not sure why this man is affecting you so much. “Alright... Wanna head back to the stools and talk?”

He nods with a faint smile. “Um... Sure.”

You head back to the barstools and sit down. You talk for a long time about where you came from, how you ended up in Jackson. Neither of you reveal much, but you manage to pull a hearty chuckle out of this rough man. You feel warmth in your chest as you do. He’s from Austin, Texas, you’re from LA. He came from the Boston QZ, you came from the Detroit one. You could tell he’s also been through hell to come here, trying to hide the pain in his eyes as he says “Been in the QZ for twenty years before some business brought me here.” You can tell there’s a long story there, but you know better than to ask. You can only get a faint sense of the darkness behind them, just like you’re sure he senses yours. It’s a silent understanding.

You down whiskey after whiskey as you talk, enjoying the way the alcohol takes the edge off after the stress you’ve endured lately. Joel looks at you questioningly a couple of times and asks you if you’re sure you can handle the amount you’re drinking. You nod but you get progressively drunker until you start to slur words. Joel’s look of curiosity is replaced with faint annoyance as you try coming onto him wasted.

“Yeah, I live alone in Jackson.” You tell him with a wide drunken smirk.

He nods. “Yeah, I’m sure you do.” He looks at the way you’re slightly swaying on your stool and your eyes are already half-shut from the liquor. He thinks for a long moment, practicing restraint before he says “Say, want me to walk you home? Think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

You smile and lean in slightly, leaning your arm on the bar again, almost missing it as Joel slightly moves, ready to catch you if you fall before your arm lands safely. “Wanna come home with me?” You look at him with a teasing and offering expression, not even noticing how slowly you’re speaking.

He shakes his head, frustrated with your insistence while he’s trying to control himself. “I’ll just walk ya there. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You teasingly pout at that and shake your head. “Thought we had something.” You chuckle.

He just looks at you sternly for a few moments before he speaks. “Let’s go.” He starts getting up from his seat and helps you up gently. You lean on him as he keeps you in a firm grip and you feel his core strength and his frame. You take your purse and he helps you out of the bar.

Cool night air hits you as you exit the bar. You sober up slightly, but still feel the pleasant buzz from the alcohol, combined with the smell of him: wood, metal and something uniquely his. You lean on him as you walk languidly, letting him lead you. He asks you where you live and you murmur the place. He drops you off at your cabin and you manage, after two attempts, to put the key in the lock and walk into your new home.

You walk into the cabin and stumble to your small bedroom. As you think back on the interaction, you’re hit with slight embarrassment as you realize Joel was actually irritated with how drunk you are. You lay in the bed, too tired to change and close your eyes, vivid pictures of everything that has happened today crossing your mind. For the first time in forever, you’d say you feel good.

You think as a small smile crosses your face. Maybe you’ll stay for once. Maybe it will turn out well for once. You feel something bubbling up in your chest after such a long time, you almost forgot what it felt like. But it’s unmistakable – it’s hope.

[summerlinenss]

I no longer believe the actor who claims abuse on the Time Bandits set. Please read this all. I did my best to explain my reasons. I apologize for any rambling.

Paramount has issues with safety on their sets. They have issues with their HR and resolution departments. That is proven fact and has happened more than once recently, even resulting in lawsuits. I don't deny they were injured as they have record of that and Paramount has stated they paid their worker's comp claim, but I would take everything else they claim with a Rock of Gibraltar sized grain of salt.

Especially since they're just now trotting out that damned letter Taika signed as "proof" he and the entire cast, crew, and production companies are all white supremacist, pro-genocide zionists.

"Taika who signed that Biden letter" is a direct quote from the actor in a comment. They shared a post from an Instagram called "Zionists in Film" that purports to "out" supposed celebrity zionists. That post is Taika with falsehoods about the letter he signed plastered all over it. I don't know about all the celebrities listed, but there are several I know are anything but zionists and are listed there for doing literally nothing wrong.

The actor said nothing about the set being packed full of zionists until six days ago, starting with a post about Apple firing pro-Palestinian workers (I don't know if that's true, but either way it's not about Apple TV). The post from Zionists in Film about Taika went up five days ago. Everything else about the incident had been up and untouched since May. There is no other "evidence" that I've seen, be it quotes from the actor or anecdotes from anyone on that set that points to anyone being a zionist. Obviously I don't know each actor and crew member's stance personally, but when all a person who was on set with them can say is that Taika signed a letter, it doesn't look very convincing.

Also, the biggest and most obvious strike against their claim that the place was chock full of zionists? They were only on set when filming began in 2022 and filming wrapped entirely in early 2023! I/P has been a conflict for decades, I know, but your average joe did not care about "zionists" or even the conflict as a whole (regretfully) until after Oct 7th. So why, after all these months and two years after they left the set, do they suddenly start claiming it was a den of genocidal zionists?

I also don't believe every single one of the hundreds of people on the TB set was out to get them specifically. The entire cast, crew, and all the production companies involved are made up of misogynistic white supremacist queerphobes who only hated them just because they're Asian and nonbinary? What about the black guys in the cast? Or the little people? Or the women? Or any of the countless other minorities working on the show in any capacity, such as the no doubt large Maori presence? It was somehow just them who was despised by everyone, including those other minorities?

So yes, the actor deserves proper compensation for their injury, assuming their claim that Paramount didn't pay enough to cover their bills is true. But every other thing they said? I don't believe a word of it anymore. I was listening and accepting until they started screaming zionist. Now they come across as nothing more than a person with a bone to pick because they didn't get all the money they wanted. They just shot their credibility in the foot.

(I'm sending this essay to you because while I don't have a twitter account and can't get one, I have still seen idiots using this actor's "proof" to hate Taika, his fans, and Time Bandits as a whole. I just needed to put some fact checking and discussion somewhere.)

i want to just start with a disclaimer that, as anon said, i’m aware of the actual claims that have been made and read through the statements both from the actor and the paramount reps and it’s clear that they experienced some form of physical/emotional distress on set. no one is denying that. so i’m in no way attempting to diminish or disregard their experience.

that being said, i’m going to be 100% honest and say this as carefully as i can, but i’ve had an extremely off feeling about this since i first read about it. not in the sense of “well they would never allow that to happen so you’re obviously lying,” but there’s just something i really can’t put my finger on about this actor’s intentions that genuinely feel rooted in something vindictive rather than actually seeking personal justice.

just for comparison for anyone who hasn’t read the statements, i’m going to leave a link and screenshots of those here:

at first i honestly tried to take everything they were saying in good faith, but it’s at the point where it feels like they’re just making accusations of every controversial thing possible and waiting to see what sticks so they can get a pay-out to keep them quiet. it was originally a costar physically/psychologically abusing them and no one on set caring or believing them. now it’s escalated to:

- alleging the set was full of open and vocal zionists spewing a “pro-genocide” agenda

- claiming in advance that paramount is going to use AI to dub over their scenes

- apparently being both mad that they were “forced to leave” the show and mad that they’re going to still be in the show at all

- claiming they were gaslit and threatened by producers to the point of becoming suicidal

- calling them all “colonizers” (which if they are referring to taika and jemaine i think that is highly inappropriate and tone deaf)

- claiming they were digitally erased from stills because the producers are too scared to show their character and address what happened

- claiming they were originally in all 10 episodes and had their part reduced out of spite

- sharing headlines alleging all little people roles were cut from the show (which they weren’t) and alleging the cast was full of only white men (from the trailer alone the majority of the cast is literally bipoc and afab people)

- implied they were specifically discriminated against for being queer/non-binary and asian (although they are seemingly nowhere near the only lgbtq+ or AAPI cast/crew member so i don’t even understand what they’re talking about)

i’d also like to point out that i noticed one of the cast members is a queer and disabled rights activist (who seems like a lovely person btw) who has expressed nothing but total positivity and gratitude towards the show and absolutely everyone involved. and yes, of course, everyone can have different experiences, but i sincerely doubt someone who dedicates their spare time to fighting discrimination would stand by and not speak up if a costar was being abused or mistreated.

like you mentioned, the zionist stuff is all pure bullshit. and people who cry “zionism” to win their own personal conflicts typically don’t have a grasp on what it actually means. i don’t know how many times i’ve said by now that taika has literally been openly opposing the israeli military’s occupation of palestine on social media for the past six years minimum. i’m gonna be blunt and say any arguments people are still trying to make that he’s secretly an evil zionist because he (or probably his publicist) signed a letter that he likely didn’t even read and just assumed said “hey let’s keep freeing hostages and stop the violence” are just rooted in antisemitism at this point. i’m not sure about everyone else, but i do know that many people working on the show have been openly and vocally pro-palestine and even signed ceasefire letters, including jemaine and rachel house (i believe madeleine sami may have a cameo as well). and as you mentioned, anon, most of the general public (including i might assume this actor in question) didn’t become aware of or actively start speaking out against the occupation of palestine until this past october, which in no way coincided with the show’s filming. so i don’t get what they’re trying to prove besides the fact that they know buzzwords, honestly.

i’m also aware that this isn’t the first time this individual has done this kind of thing. they literally have a whole subcategory of their wikipedia page dedicated to allegations and accusations of abuse and discrimination they’ve made against others. and granted, some of the claims they’ve made are valid and i hope they got some sort of retribution. but a lot are also pretty big reaches and feel much more like attempts to “cancel” people they don’t like or had a hard time working with (e.g. they went on a bit of a smear campaign calling seth rogen an abuse apologist because he’d been friends with and “enabled” james franco in the past and deserved to never work in the industry again).

i’m not gonna be that person and say “well i know them and they’re good people and would never do these things,” because frankly, we don’t know anyone and incidents do happen. however i find it extremely questionable that this is literally the first time in about a decade of following their work that i have ever heard a single person have a remotely negative experience working with taika and/or jemaine, especially when all anyone else has ever said is specifically how safe and inviting and comfortable they make their sets for everyone. it also seems really bizarre and downright out-of-character to me that either one of them would not only refuse to help a cast member in distress, but that they’d go out of their way to mock and threaten them, all for the sake of protecting some B/C-list actor on an apple tv series of all things. i know for a fact taika has fired and recast abusers/people with allegations before for bigger projects, i don’t see why he wouldn’t do it again if necessary. and as the “insider source” in that article mentioned, i understand why they said they waited so long, but it still seems awfully convenient that they didn’t make any of this public until nearly a year and a half post-filming (and just a couple of months before the show was set to be released), despite apparently being in such life-altering turmoil.

i seriously do feel awful saying it, because again i don’t doubt there was an injury and emotional distress/discomfort being on set (or that HR was probably a goddamn pain to deal with), but it truly just doesn’t feel sincere or like they actually want to find a resolution. it really feels to me like either paramount didn’t fulfill their obligations of required support/compensation (which yes is obviously fucked up) or the actor in question didn’t get what they thought they deserved in support/compensation, and now they have a vendetta against everyone involved in the production and are determined to establish martyrdom to get them all “cancelled.”

[dontbelasagnax]

Hiii! I hope you're having a great day 😃 I love your blog, you were one of the first I followed when I joined the Star Wars fandom last year. I've recently started reading more fanfic as well, but the vast amount is a bit overwhelming. Would you happen to have any recommendations for me? I'm open to reading anything and any/all ships. I guess I'm very interested on reading more about the clones and/or about Mandalorian culture, maybe about the clones & Jedi, or about Jedi/Mandalorian relationships (as a culture not necessarily as ships I mean). Also if you have any time travel or social media fics recommendations I always especially enjoy those. Feel free to ignore this ask entirely, or to ignore what I say and just point me towards your favourites or your recent reads or whatever you would like to share. Thank you! 💙

Hello!! Thank you!!! I hope you're having a great day too!!! I am flattered you've thought to ask me but I am perhaps not the best fit to give you fic recs haha!! I'm extremely picky and pretty much the only Star Wars fics I read are codywan- ones that are sweet (optionally also smutty), usually short, and have a very particular vibe.

I really only have one fic rec for you: come down from your mountain by @stormwarnings

Author's summary:

Fox finally settles on something close enough to all of those, but just a step to the right. “Are they usually like that? Unnerving?"

“Always,” Gree says, those eyes that never miss a single detail. “Every single one of them.”

(Seven clone commanders gathering for a drink, and their reflections on war, love, and Jedi.)

That's obviously not an adequate amount of recs so I need to outsource. Anyone reading this, please reblog or comment with a link to your favorite fic(s) that fit anon's needs!!

I know I could just send you my faves, unrelated to what you asked for, as you said I could... but it disgruntles me when I ask for recs for a specific thing I'm craving and none of the recs hit the spot so I don't want to knowingly do that to you haha

(Anon, if would like to research Mandalorian and clone lore, @fox-trot does great lore posts)

(also @ficfinder-general your help in reblogging this would be much appreciated!)

[drchucktingle]

misguided protectors of the trot

some unique ways are so overwhelmed by tales of woe that if you are joyful in your trot buds appear and say 'you cant exist you must be a parody'. it is amazing how hard it is for neurotypical cis straight buds to accept someone could just joyfully be queer and autistic

entire writing career has obviously had pushback from conservative devils but a few leftwing buds trying to police voices for special online points is always so eyerolling. 'chuck is homophobic a book about queer joy MUST be parody' 'chuck is ableist hes too aware to be autistic'

these scoundrels say ‘wait this is not dramatic tragedy about gay men overcoming discrimination? THEN IT IS NOT REAL QUEER ART’ or ‘wait your story about autism is not about how it was SO HARD but you finally made it when a neurotypical bud took you under their wing? FAKE STORY'

i am betting some who do this (sometimes literally to chuck over the years) will read this and say ‘well thats not me.’ and i have to say… ‘BUD IT IS YOU’. it might not be as obvious and you may think theres more nuance but THIS is the thought process just below surface

so what is point? point is: to all my well meaning leftwing buds, your love and care is appreciated but you do not need to police communities you are not in. support all you want but SUPPORT and POLICING are very different things. gatekeeping is not your job

second. work to accept that your buds CAN MAKE JOYFUL ART. they can also make STRANGE, SILLY, FRIGHTENING, SICKENING, PLAYFUL, or PUNK ROCK art. theres no one APPROVED way to express these perspectives, and if you are outside this community it is not your job to keep the gate

as time goes on and buds realize what i am doing with my creations these bad takes get rarer and rarer. i am DOIN VERY GOOD. my post is mostly out of concern for young buckaroo artists without a big following, who want to build something unexpected and strange and bold

let queer buckaroos write stories with happy endings OR terrible endings that make you squirm. let autistic buckaroos paint with joy and complexity or deep sadness and minimalism.  the way these voices get tokenized is by insisting they need to have ONE SPECIFIC WAY

proving love is accepting that we all have our own unique trot, even you. ESPECIALLY YOU. get out there and create YOUR THING buckaroo. thank you for reading buds. LOVE IS REAL

[ghostsnugget]

I didn't get a lot of feedback on my last post but I'm so glad so many of you liked and reblogged. Here's part 2 of temp on Base.

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"FOX TROT..." You respond, your call sign earning a couple of approving murmurs. "Very nice, well you talk to the team...eat...get as settled in as you can in a military base. And don't worry, they won't cause you any trouble." Price says with a chuckle, turning and walking away.

As much as you want to believe him the dirty looks they're giving you says different. You can't see Ghost's face but his eyes say it all. A cold chill creeps it's way up your spine and your face starts to burn. Gaz smacks the table softly and stands up. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I suggest you guys do the same, we have a big day tomorrow." Gaz says before turning and walking away.

You finally look down to see what was for lunch and see on your tray a sad looking Salisbury steak and some half mashed potatoes. In a little bowl in the corner of the tray are some brown string beans. They look like they were cooked too long. 'prison food' is all you can think as you look at this sorry excuse for a meal.

After contemplating your life choices for a minute you finally decide to eat. You have to hold back a gag as you eat the string beans. Maybe this is why everyone looks so grumpy. While you were zoned out apparently Ghost and Soap had left. They left their trays half eaten on the table. Having skipped breakfast you forced yourself to eat it all.

After that meal you didn't know if it would be a good idea to work out so you went to your room. It was still too quiet. Walking through the halls was like you had some how made a wrong turn and fell into the back rooms. Your room wasn't much better, it was the horrid color as the halls and the air smelled stale. They obviously didn't get many transfers.

Suddenly you thought maybe coming back here wasn't a good idea. It was cold in the room and the lack of air flow made you feel trapped. A Knock knock knock sounded at the door. The visitor kicked you out of your stupor, bringing you back to reality.

Opening the door you're met with Price's friendly smile. "We're having a meeting in an hour. Meet me in my office when it's time. Oh and change into your pt uniform." Without wanting for an answer he turns on heel and walks away.

Quickly you get changed so you're ready when the time comes. Your uniform is a pair of black basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Now is the hard part, finding something to do while you wait. The only things you brought were a book to read and a sketch book.

Neither sound appealing right now so instead you think it might be a good idea to take a walk around the base. Most of the halls seem the same. Eventually you find your way to the k9 training unit. Gaz is there, feeding the dogs and tending to the kennels. When he finally turns around and sees you he greets you with a smile.

"Hey, life on Base going okay for you so far?" It's a complete 180 from how he was in the chow hall. "It's as boring as boring can get, not much to do outside of training and what I brought..." You mumble.

He nods, giving a dog a little scratch behind the ear. Suddenly he stands and says, "it's almost time for the meeting, we should head over to Price's office." He puts the dog away and waves for you to follow him.

Arriving at Price's office you find Soap and Ghost already there with him. You and Gaz take a seat, waiting for Price to begin. "I haven't told you all what's going on on purpose. We have a top secret mission coming up and we need to keep this as quiet as possible." His voice is tense and quiet.

He looks around at everyone in the room, almost like he's assessing how everyone is reacting. "It's time to start preparing for project graveyard. We're going to be wiping out one of the most powerful terrorist groups in Germany."

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I hope you like it, I'd love to hear how you think I could improve and where you would like to see the story go next.

[demoiselettes]

To keep warm

Valentine’s Day event, day 6.

Pairing: Tanjiro x reader/Zenitsu x reader/Inosuke x reader

Category: fluff

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! reader

+ This was supposed to be posted on the 14th, but i accidentally deleted Tanjiro’s and Tengen’s oneshot :( i hadn’t included this one in the event, but i had to write something for the last day since i’m cutting the event short by one day. Happy belated Valentine’s Day<3

@brokeniced , @crimsonkenjii-writes , @holywaterforevery3ne

“Tanjiroooo! I can’t walk anymore- my feet will fall off!”

Exhaling loudly through your nose, you listened to Tanjiro assuring Zenitsu that the walk was almost over, when in truth, you had no idea when it’d end.

“Can’t we find one of those stupid Wisteria House or whatever?” Inosuke huffed, but even his voice was weary. The fight with a poison spewing demon had been long and dreary and all four of you were positively incandescent with fatigue. You cast a wishful glance at Nezuko’s box, wishing it were you sleeping inside. It was dark and cold, with no sign of human civilisation anywhere. You didn’t know when of if you’d find an Inn nearby.

“It’s very late,” Tanjiro announced nervously, nostrils flaring as though trying to sniff the air. “I suggest making a stop..”

“HUH?” Zenitsu yelped. “W-where will we sleep? I don’t want to turn into Inosuke!”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

You trotted towards a big tree trunk that had fallen on the ground and plopped down on it. “Let’s set up camp. We don’t have a choice, Zenitsu.”

Very reluctantly, Zenitsu relented and when there came the question of who would go search for kindlings, he immediately vetoed himself out.

“I’m staying with [Name]-chan!” He hastily wrapped his arms around you. “I can’t leave a girl alone at night!”

“I’m a Demon Slayer.”

Laughing, you made no attempt at pushing him away even as Tanjiro scolds him and Inosuke clicks his tongue.

Somewhere along listening to Zenitsu whine about his hard life while spontaneously switching to wanting to get married and waiting for Tanjiro and Inosuke to get back, you nodded off. Not for long apparently.

« Get off her! »

Tanjiro’s familiar voice echoed in your ears. Your body felt warm and heavy.

« But it’s cold! » Zenitsu whined in reply.

You were still half-asleep and didn’t know if you were dreaming or not. But the way your body was being shaken indicated that you were very much awake.

« Oi! Get off and gimme your place! »

« NO YOU GO AND FIND ANOTHER GIRL TO CUDDLE YOU BOAR HEAD! »

« Stop screaming! [Name]-san’s asleep! »

« You’re shouting too! »

You groaned and pulled yourself to sit up at once. Zenitsu yelped.

« Ah, [Name]-san! » Tanjiro fretted. « We’re so sorry we woke you up! » he wasted no time in executing a full bow numerous times. You shifted and felt something crinkle on you. Looking down you realized you’d been draped in Zenitsu’s orange haori like a blanket.

Inosuke merely huffed, walked over to you and promptly yanked a whining Zenitsu off you. “Make way.”

He settled down next to you and copied Zenitsu’s earlier actions, except he got underneath the haori too.

“Inosuke, what the h-“ you protested.

“Monitsu said you’re warm and i’m freezing!”

“That’s not what he meant!” Tanjiro’s face was now nearly scarlet and he waved his hands in front of him frantically. “That’s inappropriate, Inosuke! Let go of-“

“Why does he get to coddle a cute girl?” Zenitsu whined. “You guys are always stealing her attention- that’s not fair!”

You blinked owlishly at Zenitsu, then at a very red Tanjiro, trying not to pay too much attention too Inosuke hugging your arm.

“It’s true!” Continued Zenitsu without any qualms. “The other day she was tending to your injuries and you were-“

“[Name]-san was just being nice!” Tanjiro’s tone matched Zenitsu’s shrill one for the first time since you’d met him.

“What’s there to fight about? I’m obviously her favorite fighter!” Inosuke roared.

“Zenitsu!” you groaned, too tired to listen to them fight. “I was just helping out. If you feel like i’m not paying enough attention to you then here,” you nodded your chin towards your left flank. Zenitsu wasted no time in making a beeline for you, hugging you so abruptly he nearly slammed you into Inosuke (who then slapped him on the head.)

You threw a sly glance at Tanjiro. You couldn’t tell if it was the sleepiness making you think so boldly, but it happened for you to ask: “Do you want to join?”

“I-“ he choked. “I’m alright, th-thank you!”

You stared at him through half-lidded eyes before you gave an eloquent shrug. Inosuke was already snoring and Zenitsu quickly slid down the log to rest his head on your lap, giggling drunkenly. It took a long time, but eventually the three of you had fallen asleep with Tanjiro stating he’d keep watch. When he saw your breathing deepen, he quickly pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. A pang of guilt shot through him when he felt envious of his two friends snuggling up to you. It wasn’t right, but maybe next time he’d accept your proposition.

[race-week]

American indoor cat people drive me up the wall my god. Literally the reason why I never post fun anecdotes about my own cats lol. Particularly love when they trot out the 'outdoor cats live 2-5 years on average compared to indoor cats' statistic which I see over and over again WITH NO SOURCE! Like don't get me wrong I understand why Americans keep their cats indoors but as usual they apply their worldview to the rest of the world when the reasons they do so don't apply eveywhere else. They genuinely believe that everyone in Europe keep cats that live only 5 years on average lmao it's embarrassing

I’ve seen that stat so much and an important thing that is never really mentioned is that they are also counting strays and free-roaming cats as outdoor cats which obviously skews the average, as these cats won’t have vet care, proper food, spays/neuters etc hence they will live shorter lives.

Over the course of my life we’ve had 6 cats (Steven is number 7) all of which had access to the outdoors but had regular vet care, flea and worming treatments etc and 5/6 lived to be 15+, one of them was over 20 when he passed.

[diazsdimples]

“Sometimes Tommy has to travel for work (deployment) and when he does, he likes to find a small something he knows Buck will like on the day that he leaves, even if it means cutting in to the minimal rest time he gets.”

The way I came across your post and this one bit attached itself to me. Imagine after years of being together and years of receiving gifts from when Tommy’s deployed, Buck hears the door to their home open and he goes with a trot to his step towards the entrance to greet his boyfriend. Buck is obviously too familiar with this side of their love language, and asks about his gift (he can’t wait to see what’s so significant about this item, to its culture or lack of, and as to why Tommy chose it for him), only for Tommy to hesitate this time. Buck notices but doesn’t comment on it. Tommy knows Buck notices, they can read each other pretty well, but he’s still nervous. Because even though they had a discussion about getting engaged before, Tommy has finally unintentionally found the perfect ring that reminds him of Buck, and the small circle of possibilities and promise is tucked so carefully in his coat pocket waiting to be revealed.

Stop that that is so fucking CUTE

[inkyquince]

Patreon Post: Wren's Unionising Perks (Wren)

content warning: Cheating, Cucking, Nasty Wren really into Remy's spouse

Wren always got what he wanted. Not while he was growing up, no, never then. But when he reached his twenties, he found out there’s a lot he could get, either with his winning smile, or with quick hands. Then his tongue could worm himself into some good graces in more ways than one. He liked getting what he wanted. Suddenly, he could put food on the table. Suddenly, he had a favourite leather jacket. Suddenly, life was a breeze and nothing could bring him down.

So, all in all, fuck you.

Fuck you.

God, he’d love to fuck you.

Regular little love story, you and Remy. Horse Ranch meets Riding School. Horrible father meets Horrible Future Husband. Married within 6 months.

Wren didn’t hate a lot of things. Bad hair days. Shit hands when playing poker. Maybe when those shark teeth cut his fingers when spending his Friday lunches at the prison. But fuck, he hated you. He really hated you. He hated you till his stomach was painted with his own cum, his cock sore as his fingers gripped the base too tightly.

Cute townie, trotting in here. Can’t ride a horse, looks lost when Remy rattles off facts about why his cows are the most excellent, didn’t even own a pair of boots until you ruined a pair of your fancy shoes in the mud. Real cute. The kind of adorable where if someone like you, with a face like that, Wren would definitely have you in his bed after a charming little riding lesson and some flirting. But he couldn’t. Because of that fucking golden ring adoring your finger.

He did do his best at first, keeping away from you, real polite, only sometimes swinging by to help out when you got lost on the stupidly big estate. One of his winning smiles, a squeeze of your elbow, and then he could disappear back into his work, only sometimes glancing over to see what you were up to. Sweet little thing. Sweet thing that he won’t lure into his bed at all, god no, because he will be fired at best, killed at medium, and turned into one of Remy’s best bulls at worst.

Which was annoying. He didn’t even pay attention to you. It’s like that one time when he was a wee sprog, his somewhat friend had a toy that they hadn’t played with in a while, and then acted so annoyed when he stole it for himself. Like, what did he expect? When people put stuff aside, Wren will usually take it and be halfway out the door before they realise it was gone.

He just happened to think that the same rules should apply to you. Get left in the corner too long, and he’s allowed to step in. No one puts baby in the corner and so on and so forth. But apparently Remy and the Church of England were against his very reasonable thought process.

Luckily, you seemed to agree with his thought process. Somewhat.

You were obviously bored. Leaning against the bedroom balcony, watching the cows be led out. Wren looked up from his horse, the scene mocking Romeo and Juliet as you barely looked at him, and he was getting a lovely view of your legs. But you did notice him. Soft brown eyed boy with the wicked smile. You didn’t get to meet him properly, only formally. Remy just vaguely gestured at him, called him Wren and moved on, with one gloved hand pressing against your back.

A gesture Wren also liked to do with you.

Spotting you, bored, petting one of the horses. Hand against your back. Inviting you to a poker game. You accept.

The others worry. They can’t have fun like they usually do. Nothing scandalous or perverted, not while the boss’ spouse is sitting so pretty at the table. You were fun, it turns out. Only got more fun as the others became drowsy and passed out from all the shots. Only you and Wren awake.

How could he resist?

Tit for tat, he offered. Which you countered with “Tits for Tattoos?”, which amused him. You pull off your shirt, in return to see one of his tattoos. He likes you naked, and you like him… Showing off to you.

You win a hand, he has to share embarrassing stories, tattoos, see if he can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. He wins one…

He gets to taste that pretty little mouth. Lick your teeth as his lean hands grip your thighs, pressing you close. Wren gets to grope and squeeze and touch, feeling his thigh get warmer from where you are perched so cutely. Best of all, he could tell that Remy had yet to do his husbandly duty and fuck you like a whore. You were his, and the thought of shoving your face into the pillows of the marriage bed to fuck your hole raw never crossed his mind.

Idiot.

Well, Wren was his right hand man for a reason. Pick up the slack where Remy can’t.

It isn’t the marriage bed, but it’s his, and fuck, you look good. Debauched and spreading your legs just for him. To be fucked, a couple of paces down from your mansion, in his little cottage. He couldn’t breed you, obviously, but the thought of keeping you full, sated and a happy little spouse for his friend had him stroking at your stomach greedily. All his, at least for most nights in the week, and maybe every other midday break.

Yes, Wren settles on, as he fucks into your hole roughly, enjoying the arching plane of your back as you grip his thin pillows and covers. Yes, this is how it should be. Enjoying a tight little thing in his own bed.