#pissed me off so bad i need to meditate.

[zebrafiz]

watched a mouthwashing playthrough…. Anya… MY SHAYLAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Shen Smut Fic from Undead Unluck

Nsfw; AFAB ; slight yandere

“I’m usually one to play the role of a gentleman, but I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough, no?”

In which Shen finally has enough of your worrywart antics and decides to put matters into his own hands.

———————

It was supposed to be a regular quest - capture the UMA, be rewarded with a Negator’s location, find the Negator, and be done with it. 

So why were you deserted in Japan, in a LOVE HOTEL of all places, stuck with the most unintentionally insufferable man on the planet? 

“Jeez,” you sigh, face-palming your forehead, “I can’t believe Andy and Fuuko left without us! And what for? The newest copy of Shonen Jump?!” 

You hear a laugh from behind. Shen was sitting cross legged on the gaudy heart-shaped mattress provided with the room, leaning his chin into a hand while he watches you pace around the room, and, much to your chagrin, with amusement. 

How could he be so nonchalant about everything? His cool demeanor always contrasted your reactive, uptight one, and without even trying to he manages to piss you off on the daily. 

“Look, I’m sure they’ll be back soon. Or they won’t. Méi wèntí (no problem)!”

You slap your cheeks with a groan. “It’s absolutely an issue, Shen! We’ve wasted how many days trying to capture UMA ____? And now instead of doing anything productive we’re stuck here cause those two decided to ditch us!” 

His polite smile does little to reassure you. 

“You’re way too worried.”

“And you aren’t?!”

He hums, tapping his face. “Not necessarily. Whatever Fuuka told Andy, it must have been important. You saw the way he carried her off with a sprint, no? I trust they have some sort of plan. Although like you, I wish they would have given us a heads up.” 

While you sure loved Fuuko, her brash plans always gave you the worst fucking headaches. You’re glad Andy is there to protect her, but still. 

You sigh and plop face down on the mattress next to the blue haired man. 

For a moment, there is only silence. Eventually, you forfeit.

“…For what it’s worth, this bed sure is comfy.” 

“Right?” Shen agrees, moving to lay down on his back and stare at the hot pink ceiling. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Y/N, but I think you’re too stressed most of the time. Have you ever tried meditation? I’m no meditation master, but I can offer you some pointers.” 

“No thanks,” You grimace at him, “Meditation stresses me out.”

“That’s counterintuitive.” 

“I know.”

More silence. 

He turns his head to face you. “Well if you happen to find a way to destress and need a partner, I’d be happy to lend a hand. I’d offer to spar with you, but I know you’re not much of a fighter.” 

“That’s…that’s real nice of you, Shen. Thanks.” 

“Of course,” His smile reaches his eyes when he adds, “You’re cute when you’re pouting, but I think you’re even prettier with a smile on your face instead.”

It takes a second for the words to click in your head, then a blush blooms across your face.  

“Hey. Can I be honest with you for a second?”

“Gànba (go ahead).”

“When we first met, I hated your guts. You always had this shit eating grin on your face no matter what’s happening, and it drove me insane. It’s really hard to tell what you’re actually feeling behind that smile. It made it difficult to trust you, and I already had a hard time trusting people as it was. Still do, actually.” 

You continue on. “But after spending more time with you and the others, I’ve learned that you’re not all that bad. And maybe you are hard to read sometimes but I trust that you’re not a threat and want to protect the people you care about. And I find that really admirable, ya know? A lot. So uh? I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’d like to get to know you more as a person and be friends. And that I’m sorry for always having my head up my ass.”

His eyes widen at your words and you look away abashedly. “I mean, if being buddies is a problem then I totally understand I mean whywouldyouwannahangoutwithmeinthefirstplace—“

He reaches to grab your hand, halting your rambling. “Does that mean I have permission?”

“Uh, permission to what?”

He squeezes your hand, eyes ablaze with something you couldn’t put your finger on. “To kiss you.”

Immediately you’re a stuttering mess. “Hah?? I mean - what - no, I - that’s totally inappropriate, we can’t —“ He locks eyes with you, “Please kiss me.” 

You’re shocked. Did he just use his Negator ability on you?

He ears turn pink at your proclamation and he says, “Of course. Anything you want.”

Before you can say anything in retaliation he’s moving in on you like a shark. With a hand cupping the back of your head, his lips meet yours hungrily, leaving your body slack with shock. You can barely breathe as he fights his way into your mouth, tongue exploring inside your mouth fervently. You bring your hands up to his chest to push back but he doesn’t budge. 

It feels like eternity before he lets you go. When he finally relents, you’re gasping for breath. You look into his eyes, shocked to see that they’re dilated, blown wide with excitement.

He says breathlessly, “I’ve been interested in you since the day you joined the Union. I did everything I could to get you to like me. I tried to be the nice guy, be polite and approachable, but you never seemed to wanna let me in. I was honestly beginning to give up. You don’t know how happy I am to finally hear you say that.” 

His strong hand roams to grip your waist. Tightly. With a low whisper he says, “I want you. I want all of you. And if you let me, I’m going to do more than just kiss you, my dear.” 

You’re so flustered you don’t even know what to say. “I — you — wait. You like me?Why? I mean we’re basically coworkers aren’t we and I don’t know about you but datingcoworkershasalwaysbeenweirdand—“

He gives you a knowing wink, and you’re back to speaking your hidden truths again. 

“I want you more than I can say.“ Fuck Untruth. 

Apparently you said that last bit out loud, because Shen gives you a hearty laugh, so much he has to wipe a tear from his eye. 

Embarrassed, you want to get up and leave the room, but he’s still looking at you. His ability is still turned on and you can’t budge.

“Yeah, I can’t let you leave. Not when I finally know how you really feel about me.”

Great. 

His face almost seems apologetic. “Forgive me, Y/N my dear. I just know that this is the only way I can get the truth out of you.”

You want to yell at him but your mouth will only tell another story. With slight apprehension, you watch as his signature smile mutates into something darker, more predatory. 

“I’m usually one to play the role of a gentleman,” He inches closer to you, lips whispering against your ear, “But I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough, no?”

You gulp. 

With a quick push, he immediately has you on your back, staring up at him like a deer in the headlights. His arms are around both sides of your head, legs caging you in. You find yourself shaking with either anxiety or excitement, you can’t tell. 

“Fàngsōng (relax). I promise I won’t hurt you. Unless you want that, that is”. 

You move a hand up to cover his eyes so he can’t use his Negation, sparing the both of you from whatever embarrassing remark would come out of your mouth otherwise. 

Despite the hand in his face, he was smiling at you like a villain. “You know, you’re not really helping your case by doing that. I can still tell what you want, see?”

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel a hand trail down your pants, into your panties. An electrifying tingle flows through you when Shen rubs you in a circular motion. Opening your eyes, he’s already taken his hand out (much to your disappointment) and is staring at the slick coating his fingers. Your hand is long gone from his face. 

“Hmm, pretty wet.” He hums. 

You watch mortifyingly as Shen licks his fingers clean, the sight counteractively igniting something within your core. 

“And you taste pretty damn good, too.”

He gets off you and starts tugging your pants off. Before he goes further, asks, “Can I?”

He doesn’t even have to use his ability. You respond with a small, barely above a whisper, “yes”. 

With your face as red as it can possibly be, the muscular man gives you a flirtatious wink, his eyes lidded with lust at this point. 

Both your pants and undergarments are thrown across the room, and your lower half is left bare for him to see. By instinct you try to close your legs, wanting to hide, but the Union member’s arms keep you open. 

The way he stares at your pussy has you feeling faint of heart. He’s eyeing you like you’re a famous painting he’ll only get to see once in his life, doing his best to analyze and remember every detail. 

“Can you please stop staring? This is embarrassing,” You whimper. 

“No need to be so shy, my dear. You’re beautiful. I want to see everything.” His enthusiasm does little to settle your nerves. 

With a devious smirk, he lays on his stomach, face between your thighs.

“Xiè xie nǐ de shí wù (Thanks for the food).” 

Fire erupts through your veins when you feel his warm tongue lap at your folds, sliding up and down in the best way imaginable. His lips gently suckle on your clit, and despite not wanting to be loud, you cry out with fervor. You swear the pleasure is insurmountable. 

Your hands grip the fabric of the mattress you’re on, and when his tongue dips in and out of your entrance, you can only moan pathetically. 

“Fuck. Even your moans sound so beautiful,” Shen praises in adoration. You turn to look away, only to have your head jerked back in Shen’s direction. “We can’t be having that. Keep looking at me, my dear. I wanna see those beautiful eyes of yours filled with pleasure.”

Lewd slurping sounds fill the room. 

He looks so pleased with himself while you quiver under his grasp, something intense gradually building inside of you. Your hands instinctively move to grip his hair, mindlessly pushing him down further to eat you out. You feel yourself reaching close to that high, and when that strong tension in your core finally snaps, you feel lightheaded from the your intense orgasm.  

You’re so sensitive that every nerve of your body feels lit up. But that doesn’t stop Shen. 

The man keeps lapping you up, causing you to grip his hair tighter as you cry, “Fuck, I came! I came I came I came, stop, it’s so fucking sensitive, god!” 

It takes another minute of begging before 

He opts to listen to you. He chuckles. “Well, did my girl like that? You tasted so good, mhm.”

You’re left speechless, still reeling from your orgasm. Shen gets up on his knees and begins to strip. You always knew he was buff, but you’re mesmerized by his toned muscles as he removes his shirt, revealing a chiseled stomach and oh-so broad chest. 

You feel heat rise to your cheeks when he sends you another wink, obviously enjoying the fact that you’re ogling him. When he slides his pants off, you see that he’s hard with want, the tip of his veiny cock an angry red color. You feel intimidated by the sheer size. 

He’s big. 

“Uhm…I don’t think that’s gonna fit,” you mumble nervously. 

He laughs at that. “Sure it will. We’ll make it work, my dear.”

Now as naked as you, he moves to give you another fiery kiss, his tongue tangling itself with yours. He reminds you again how beautiful you are, whispering praises between every break. He touches you again, pleased that your juices and his spit have you sopping when through and through. 

Finally, when he feels like he can’t wait any longer, what would be a loud cry from you is silenced by a kiss as he moves to shove his member into your weeping entrance. He has you caged between his arms again, your legs wrapped around his torso. It’s a slow endeavor at first, letting you get used to his size as he stretches you out.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” You feel your insides being stuffed to the brim with his cock. He slowly moves in, until he finally fully braces himself inside you.

He gently moves in and out, a slothful but sure pace. He opts to wrap his tongue around the hard nipple of your breast. 

“Good girl,” he praises, “Taking me so well, aren’t you.”

“I—I don’t…” You words fall at the wayside. 

“Fuck,” he groans, “We’re meant to be together, don’t you see?”

Shen awaits an answer but your words regress to babbles and whines.

You whimper as he suckles on your neck, bound to leave a nasty hickey after. The pleasure is too overwhelming and you inch to get away. It’s futile though — he has you locked in.

“You’re not getting away,” his soft voice turns into a growl when he realizes you’re trying to evade him, and he grabs the arms you were pushing at his chest with, opting to pin them down at each side of your head. 

“I’ll make you feel so good you can’t get away.”

All of a sudden, the movement of his hips snaps from gentle to rough, the stronger man voraciously sheathing his cock in and out of you like a beast in heat.

“Oh god,” You words slur as your mouth pools with saliva, drooling from total ecstasy, unable to do anything except hold on to the man who’s ravaging you. Tears of delight prickle at your eyes.

You feel so good you can hardly think straight, blissfully enjoying the sudden roughness he displays as he mutters, “Don’t think anyone else can make you feel this good, huh? Nǐ shì wǒ de (You are mine).” 

He pumps into you relentlessly, looking down on you with crazed lust in his eyes, watching as your eyes nearly roll back in enjoyment. You feel so full, you don’t know how you can continue taking it. 

“Shen, Shen, I can’t take it!”

“Yes, you can. And you will.” He commands. 

Another orgasm threatens to overcome you, and even though you’re begging him to give you a minute of respite, he doesn’t comply. 

“I’ve waited so long to have you, you’re not getting a break that easily.”

He gets you to where you’re on your knees, ass up with your face in a pillow. 

With a groan he’s back inside you, hitting your insides deeper than you thought possible. 

“You’re too perfect, I can watch you all day,” He confesses. 

Your cries bounce off the walls of the room when he gives your ass a slap. It stings, but you’re so far on Cloud 9 that you don’t care. If anything, it’s the catalyst to you cumming once more. Shen eyes in fascination as your cunt spazzes around his member, highly satisfied with himself for making you feel so good. 

He kneads your ass as you’re gasping for air, basically sobbing from your orgasm taking the life out of you. Your cunt is twitching when he slowly pulls out, only to slam back in as hard as he possibly can. He fastens his grip on your ass, pulling you back into him when you try to move further away. 

“No running,” He chastises, earning another hard slap on your ass. You yelp at the roughness of it all, but in truth? Maybe you’re enjoying it a lot more than you should. 

You turn your head as best as you can to look at the man ravaging you. He’s looking at you with such intense focus, gritting his teeth in an unnerving grin that leaves you feeling aroused and like you’re prey. Sweat beads down his forehead and chest as he continues to pound you, leaving your pussy a wet and stuttering mess. 

His hands meet your waist and with one deft move your back hits the bed again. You hear Shen curse before your sweat covered, fucked-out sinful visage, and you don’t bother holding back the moan that leaves your throat when the angry red head of his dick slides back into your entrance.

“So good,” He grunts, fucking you into a mating press. He moves a hand down to fumble with your clit, eliciting all the cries he’s grown to love hearing out of you. 

You feel as if you might come again, and you know Shen is getting close too when the man’s thrusts grow sporadic. 

“That’s it,” He encourages through clenched teeth, “Cum for me. Cum on my cock!”

His words send you over the edge, and you clench around his dick once more. 

“Yes, please,” He hears you beg, and that’s all he needs to climax himself. A quick couple of thrusts and he pulls out, hastily pumping his long shaft with a hand until thick ropes of cum decorate your chest. 

He reaches for the towel conveniently placed on the nightstand and gently wipes away the mess he made.

“Hahhh,” Once he’s done, he breathes out a pleased sigh, collapsing beside on you the bed. 

“Holy shit,” You say through unsteady breaths. You try to reel yourself in after all those intense orgasms. 

Unfortunately for you, post nut clarity hits hard and FAST, and you immediately make way to get up and clean off, and maybe bury yourself someplace hidden. You get the nagging feeling that maybe your bed partner will regret his decision later on, and howcouldyoulookhimintheeyesnow—-

Shen tugs your hand back and pulls you close, wrapping you in his arms. 

“Hey, don’t leave me all by myself! Let’s stay like this for a while, yes?” He says. 

“I…okay,” You can’t help but agree, comfortable in his warm embrace. The two of you stay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of the deed and eachother’s presence. 

———————————————————————

Fuuka was throwing duck feed into a pond when Andy sat down next to her, watching with a mischievous grin as all the ducks scattered away under his scrutinizing glare. 

“Say,” Fuuka starts after slapping her partner on the shoulder for his harassment of the ducks, “Do you think we can head back to the hotel now? We already spent the money Shen gave us for Shonen Jump.”

Andy hums, finger on his chin in thought. 

“Nah, Shen asked us to leave for the whole day, remember? Let’s get dinner before heading back.”

“Why do you think Shen wanted us gone in the first place? It’s not like the quest required that we split into teams.”

Andy gives her a pointed look. 

“What?” She says quizzically.

After a few seconds, her face glows beet red, eyes wide with realization.

Hotel + privacy + man + woman = ???

“Holy crap. No way!” She shouts. 

“Yes way. So for our sake and theirs, let’s not go back until late tonight.”

She nods in agreement, fanning her flustered face. 

———-

thanks for reading! And @shiroisotto64, from one Shen lover to another, hope you enjoyed it ;)

[skelespidey]

rant about mental health comparisons // cw sh mentions

the other day, my friends and i were talking. i was talking about my depression and cutting myself and i didn't mean it to be in a vent sense (as in not sad, just stating the facts) and then they gave me "tips" (they are not me, they can't help me.) and started explaining their experiences. one of them talked about how they scratch themselves and how it's soooo bad and then asked so many questions on cutting myself and "doesn't it hurt" and "why would you do it" which is fine usually but the context was that they kept trying to say "oh well it's worse for me because i scratch myself".

my other friend just told me "don't cut yourself" and that i don't need medication for my depression and i just need to meditate and do yoga and go outside? what is this fucker on about..? and then they went "you just need to go for a walk and go enjoy life" what the genuine fuck does that even mean?? and i explained that it doesn't work like that

then both of the two (the first and second friend) started saying "yeah i think medication doesn't do anything just go outside and get over it" or something and how it's "in my head" and i can "get past it easily"

this is so rude to tell someone because WHO ARE YOU TO SAY THIS. mind you we don't talk a lot lot and this shit pissed me off so hard RIGHTFULLY because this is such bitchy behavior?

when someone is struggling, don't minimize their issues and act like they're simple because you don't live in their mind and body so you wouldn't know how they feel and you can't tell them to just get over it. it's much more complicated than that. you can never compare issues and assume they feel the same as you, EVERYONE is different and do not EVERRRR compare your shit to theirs. everyone can struggle but the struggle is different for everyone. comparing hurts BOTH people and no one should have their feelings be invalidated because some asshole decided to invalidate them.

it pisses me off so bad that people who don't have the same issues as someone will tell that person it's easy, it really is NOT.

[jamminginspacw]

My shifting Attempt last night and how it changed my perspective. 🩵

I wanna start off by saying i didn’t not fully reach my DR. so if you’re one of those people who put people who have fully shifted on a pedestal then this is your heads up. :)

So pretty much all of yesterday i was focused on shifting, Throwing down as much info that i got from reddit and tumblr as i could. I attempted to shift during the day but eventually got bored and my family kept bothering me. But later that night i was like literally whatever- let me just try, i feel relaxed i feel good lemme just try. Here’s how it went.

♡︎

I first started off with a guided meditation then white noise then another guided meditation. I used the meditate, Intend and Pretend Guided meditation by Alunir. Normally i can’t really focus on guided meditations because my thoughts wander so much, but i had meditated several times that day so it wasn’t as bad. As i started the method i felt super relaxed, Like everything i did was effortless, I just stared into the abyss behind my eyelids and focused on my breathing.

Here’s when it started getting fun.

After a while I noticed all the muscles in my body were relaxed, But then as i thought this i remembered, why am i even focusing on my body right now? And then it kinda hit me and i finally let go of all the attachment i have to shifting.

“Well what do you mean you lost all attachment?” I mean just that. I lost all attachment i had to my DR because i realized No matter what my desired reality is never far from me and i always have it one way or another, weather that’s in the 4D or the 3D, It’s always with me even if i’m not thinking about it.

Well you may be thinking. Well what does that have anything to do with focusing on your CR body? Well in that moment when I caught myself focusing on the reality around me rather than the reality within, I let go. I stopped thinking at all, i let all thoughts come to me and stopped forcing myself to think or be aware of anything. And without even realizing it, My visualizations about my DR started coming to me, and not just like thinking about scenarios but it was as if i was staring at my DR bedroom ceiling, I could see everything. i could feel. i could hear, I couldn’t smell nor taste but i wasn’t fully there yet.

What i’m trying to say is I was seeing perfectly clear images through closed eyes. Here’s where it started getting a little frustrating though. (i’m laughing at it now but at the time i was pissed.) Every time i would have an effortless visualization apart of me would ground myself back to my CR and my body here. but every time this happened i just remembered to let go and continued to repeat “I am pure consciousness”

The closest i’ve felt in a long time.

The moment that really caught me and changed my perspective to everything is when i was simply focusing on my DR, My DR body, my bed there, how it smelt in my room, and mind you these thoughts came to me effortlessly. After a few seconds I felt myself begin to slip away. Like i was about to fall right though my bed. And at that moment the thought of my DR actually coming to me, Me waking up there after all these years, The thought of being so “Far away” from here scared the hell out of me for a moment and i immediately grounded myself here.

i’m sure some of you are aware of what i’m talking about. when you feel so close it’s like all of a sudden all the doubts you’ve had slip away and you realize you’re actually about to be somewhere else. it’s a scary feeling for those like me who are so attached to our CR (without realizing it sometimes)

You spend everyday scripting and writing fun scenarios and Maladaptive Daydream about your life there. Till you’re actually in bed slipping away from this reality and about to enter a new one. AND PLEASEEEEE BABIES IM NOT TRYING TO SCARE YOU. SHIFTING IS NOT SCARY. But the thought of being in a whole other reality is obviously something your brain needs to accept first. because it can be a little frighting.

Attachment and Detachment

To sum it all up, My perspective on reality changed last night. It made me realize i’m so much closer to my DR than i think. And attachment to my DR comes easily, But Detachment from my CR is a little harder, and i mean that in a sense of letting go of my fear of not being here.

Anyways i got nothing more to mumble about, happy shifting. Hope this helped in any way.

[lavender--fairy]

i personal feel that this the problem a lot us are probably facing and thinking. i feel this is a topic to be discussed rather than saying "you have it now, the 4D is the only thing that matters, 3D is a reflection... blah blah blah". we should also consider the people who's struggling and suffering from serious mental health issues even though they know the LAW OF ASSUMPTION.

let's say they want to manifest good grade and their test is tomorrow they have nothing prepared so they just 'try' to manifest, claim it and sustain in that assumption and the next day they go to school with full hope and they doesn't know a single thing in that paper and yep they get a bad grade and get discouraged. i know i know, you be like circumstances don't matter it's because that is what you assume. if they were so passionate and hopeful about that why did they get a bad grade? many of them haven't even manifested a thing so far they get easily discouraged and give up. then they be like "let me revise it" and nothing is happening again, this shit is going on loop.

WE NEED TO STOP THIS SHIT!

the blogs and stuffs say that the 4D is real and the 3D is not important it's just a reflection. let's say your bills are due in an hour or so days and you gonna pay the 4D money? hell nah. what's the point of having it in the 4D if you're homeless and your stomach is empty. you say manifestation is instant, if it is so why isn't my assumptions not hardened into facts? we assume a lot of things and not seeing them get real pisses us off.

now let's take an example, i want a complete 360 turn of my entire life like nothing is same as before. i want to be in a different country, have different name, have different job, have different appearance, have different personalities, have different friends, have different family ...... everything is just different. and then I assume like "okay, I'm going to count to ten and when it reaches one when i open my eyes my reality is completely changed" (assumed) and then i do that and nothing changed and i gave up.

this is what is happening for a lot of us and it's even harder when they're a beginner to concious manifesting or haven't consciously manifested anything before on will.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THIS THE CASE YOU'RE GOING THROUGH? WHAT WILL BE YOUR PIECE OF ADVICE.

if i make rules and if I assume that thing it's going to be like that why isn't it changing?

heyy butterbean!! listen i understand what you are trying to say and i really wanna help you out and i want you to cooperate with me alright? because its really hard after you've just rejected all the basic advice yk please let me help you. I want you to imagine something you truly desire, don't try to feel anything or try to follow any "rules", you don't have to,literally no rules, no "have tos" just imagine it being done, imagine the end. Like for instance imagine you having a different name, imagine someone calling you your desired name, or lets talk df imagine being confident and looking in the mirror and literally not being able to find a flaw, like maybe you dont like your nose right now and you think if you have straight teeth you'd look pretty but when you imagine you aren't even able to find something you want to change. Imagine people turning heads and imagine being confident doing things you are insecure doing now, imagine catching your reflection in a mirror or a store window and just feeling so happy that you look sooo good. Doesn't it feel nice ( if you feel nothing yet try this meditation ) ?? thats what you want to do everytime you think about your desire and in no time it will reflect, i promise, neville promises, the law promises. Moving on to

"you have it now, the 4D is the only thing that matters, 3D is a reflection... blah blah blah". I know you are frustrated but this is the law, thats how it works. 3D IS a reflection and there is nothing you or i and do about it, and its a good thing because if it is a reflection and if it reflects me than i can change myself. And ik you are gonna be mad reading this because you either don't know how to change self or you've tried different methods and nothing worked, well let me tell you something. The way to change self is by doing what YOU WANT in your mind, not what you think YOU HAVE TO , not what you think YOU SHOULD but what you WANT. Remove all the rules and do exactly what you want and then only will you be able to change self and it will be 100% reflected back, don't worry about it, you can always trust that. More about this (i love this post btw)

Another thing i notice is that you lack faith, do you really trust the law? do you fully believe that what you imagine will be reflected?? now dont be anxious if the answer is no because you can build your faith over time, and to do that manifest random things, just test it with anything you like, something small maybe or maybe try the ladder experiment. "the blogs and stuffs say that the 4D is real and the 3D is not important it's just a reflection. let's say your bills are due in an hour or so days and you gonna pay the 4D money?"

well if i ever am in that situation i will fulfill my desire of paying the bill and trust it fully and then watch it happen. And you can do it too, seriously if you think i wish i could imagine with ease, then do that, who's stopping you? the 3d? no no no the 3d isnt your obstacle, it isn't stopping you from imagining what you want...infact it will change as soon as you change self. Its you, really. Just fulfill your desire, and have faith.

Read edward art, drink some cold water, take a deep breath and release it with a sigh, stretch a little, you have got this !! hopefully this helps in one way or another.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Babysitting for the Neighbor - 2

This is a story co-written by the amazing @baby-erica! Go check out her amazing blog!

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Mads woke up the next morning just a little hung over. Not bad for a Saturday morning after a long night out, he thought to himself as he got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. Once there, without regard for whether the door was open or closed, he whipped out his penis, closed his eyes, and sighed as he released a warm stream of piss into the waiting toilet. Before he could open his eyes, his morning meditation was broken by the distinct sound of feminine giggling.

Panicked, Mads hastily cut off his flow of urine, covered his penis, and turned to face the source of the noise. To his absolute horror, Sarah, Erica's best friend, stood staring at him and giggling in the open doorway to the bathroom.

Sarah's blonde hair, carefully quaffed last night, was in a messy tangle. Her well crafted make-up was now uneven and running in places, clearly worse for having been slept in. She appeared to be wearing nothing but one of his roommate Brad's extra-large t-shirts as a night shirt. Regardless of how disheveled his classmate looked, Sarah projected a level of sex and maturity that suddenly intimidated Mads, especially now that he was literally caught with his dick in his hand.

Rapidly, Mads tried to pull his penis into his boxers. Despite having just urinated, he still had some lingering morning wood that the thin fabric of his boxers did little to hide. Sarah looked at Mads' crotch with an appraising gaze.

"You're bigger than I thought. Good for you!" She said with a playful wink.

"Sarah! I'm so, so, so sorry! I thought it was just us guys here! If I knew… that… if… you were here, I wouldn't have… uh… shut the door!" Mads said as his cheeks turned tomato red.

"Don't worry big man! Brad invited me over for some play time last night, and I spent the night. Plus, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about showing," Sarah said, everything about her dripping with confidence. "Speaking of which, did you text Erica yet? She's desperate for a babysitter tonight, and I just know you'll be perfect."

I fresh wave of embarrassment overtook Mads at the mention of his crush.

"Uh, no, I just woke up, but, I should go text her now! I'll, uh, see you later," Mads said as he used the offered excuse to race out of the bathroom.

Sarah just smiled and shook her head as she watched her attractive classmate escape to his room. Once Mads was back in the room, he blushed again as he heard the toilet flush and he realized his last humiliation. He'd forgot to flush before leaving the bathroom for his crush's best friend.

Mads threw himself on his bed in distress. How could he make such a fool of himself in front of Erica's best friend, especially after fumbling so much in front of her the night before. He threw his hands over his face in frustration before reaching for his phone. Maybe, just maybe, he could recover from this.

Mads was a good babysitter, and he knew it. Most parents wouldn't even consider a male babysitter, mostly based on the age old stereotype that women were more nurturing and caring. However, despite his gender, Mads not only regularly got babysitting jobs, he was the go-to babysitter for his professors' kids. If he was ever going to be able to show his worth to Erica, showing off as a babysitter was going to be his way to do it.

Resolved, Mads opened his texting app, pulled up Erica's number, and typed:

Hey Erica! This is Mads. It was great seeing you last night! I hope it's okay to reach out, but Sarah gave me your number. She said you need a babysitter tonight. I'm free and can definitely help out if you want.

Mads read over his text 10 times before he finally sent it. He then immediately threw his phone to his side and covered his face. He hoped beyond hope that this would work. About two minutes letter he heard the familiar ding of his phone receiving a message. Mads quickly tore through his bed, desperate to find his phone and see Erica's response.

Hey Mads! I am SO happy you reached out. I'd love to have you come babysit for me tonight! What time could you be here? You'll really just need to feed the baby dinner and put her down to bed (and maybe change a diaper or two). Think you can handle that?

Mads put his phone on his chest and raised his hands above his head in celebration. He did it! He texted Erica without making a fool of himself. And now, he was going to be able to show off one of his best traits for her--how good of a caregiver he was.

Mads and Erica exchanged a few more text messages throughout the day, ironing out details for the night. Erica was weird and vague about some aspects of the job, but that didn't really strike Mads as odd. He knew Erica didn't have a kid of her own, so he had to be watching a relative's child. It made sense she wouldn't know as much about the kiddo as the parents he normally dealt with did about theirs. He did find it funny that the baby's name was also Erica. It must be a family name, he thought to himself.

As the day passed, Mads spent the time he wasn't texting Erica planning for how to make his best impression on the woman. He successfully hid in his room until he was certain Sarah had left, unable to face his friend and classmate again after the bathroom incident. He then went to work restocking his babysitting bag and picking out his best polo-shirt and khaki shorts combination to help attract his intelligent, mature, and beautiful crush.

The day seemed to pass both too fast and mind numbingly slow to Mads. His nerves had him excited and worried all wrapped into one. However, when the allotted time rolled around, he grabbed his babysitting bag, slid his feet into his favorite pair of flip flops, and made the quick journey two doors down to babysit for Erica.

When Mads arrived at Erica's door he politely knocked, making sure to act as professional as possible to impress the woman. However, after two series of knocks, no one answered. Concerned, Mads checked his phone. He had the right time (although now he was a little late) and right location. Why wasn't anyone answering the door?

After a brief examination of the door, Mads found the doorbell. Usually, he avoided ringing doorbells when he was babysitting for fear of accidentally waking one of his charges up early from a nap. But, in this case, he didn't want Erica to think he was irresponsible, so he pressed the button. An electronic chime sounded in the house. Mads waited, waited and waited. He rang the doorbell again. Still no one came to greet him.

Mads had now been standing at the door for five minutes, and he was starting to get worried. This was the time he was supposed to be here. This was where he was supposed to be. It was not like Erica to just flake like this.

Mads convinced himself that something else had to be going on. Maybe Erica or Baby Erica were sick or injured? Maybe someone needed help in the house? Mads wasn't going to let his first babysitting gig for his crush start and end without at least ensuring everyone was okay. So, tentatively, Mads jiggled the door handle, surprisingly finding it unlocked. Mads turned the door handle and pushed open the door. He stuck his head into the house.

"Hello? Erica? It's Mads from down the street! You texted me about babysitting. Is anyone home?" Mads yelled into the house, announcing his presence while scanning the room.

Unbeknownst to Mads, the whole time he had been knocking, ringing the doorbell, and obsessing about what tragedy may have befallen Erica, Erica was sitting less than 20 feet from the other side of the door. The woman's stomach was full of butterflies as she waited on her tall former student, hoping he would build up the courage to walk in the house, just like he was doing now.

Erica had been planning for this day for what felt like years. With every knock on the door, ring of the door bell, and sound of shuffling feet from her porch, Erica bounced in her seat in both overwhelming excitement and mind numbing fear. After what felt like years of orchestrating this scene and building up the courage to act on her plan, she was now questioning whether she actually wanted this. Only one person, Sarah, knew about her secret. Did she really want to risk another person discovering this side of her?

When Erica saw Mads poke his head into her living room, she knew it was too late to back out. She watched as the attractive undergrad stepped in, announced himself, and surveyed his surroundings. She watched as his gaze turned towards her, and he made eye contact with her. She wiggled nervously from her seated position, feeling a slight squish under her, as she felt a deep blush radiate up her whole body.

"H-hi Madth," Erica, the normally mature, overwhelming confident woman squeaked out nervously from behind the shield of the giant pastel pink pacifier tucked between her lips.

As Mads eyes fell on his crush, his jaw literally dropped. Erica, the grad student that had him tongue tied by her beauty and confidence less than 24 hours earlier, sat in front of him in nothing but a pink crop top with the word 'Princess' scrawled across her chest in a Disney font and a giant diaper that his years of experience babysitting told him was soaked to the verge of leaking.

As Mads brain tried to process the outfit, he took in the rest of the scene. For the most part, Erica's living room looked precisely how he'd pictured it in his head. Mature, clean, and tastefully decorated with modern details and house plants. The exception was the large playpen set up in the middle of the room that Erica, his crush, was sitting in like a toddler who couldn't be trusted with the freedom to roam the house on her own. The playpen was filled with stuffed animals as well as other toys and books meant for toddlers and infants.

As Mads examined the scene, Erica watched him nervously. Her big, surprisingly innocent looking eyes stared out at him from over the pacifier tucked between her lips. Her face, normally covered with tasteful make-up, was clearly free if it's normal accoutrements. Her undecorated face was framed by two messy pigtails that would look more appropriate on a two-year-old than the grad student sitting in front of him.

Despite all of this, Mads couldn't deny Erica still looked sexy as hell. This was not what he expected to see when he walked in the door, but, somehow this was better. He never imagined he would see his intimidating crush debase herself like this in front of him, but now that she was, he realized he loved it.

A smile started to cross his face at this realization that did not go unnoticed by Erica. She opened her legs as wide as she could, exposing just how well-used her diaper was.

"Madth, I had aksident in my d-diapies."

NEXT CHAPTER

[deadbydangit]

Getting into an Argument with them.

Mastermind, Legion (Frank), Oni

Mastermind

It was honestly rather ridiculous.

Wesker can be kind of a control freak.

So if something isn't exactly up to his code of conduct, he gets irritated.

Something as small as the forks where the spoons should be can make him annoyed.

"Damn it! Why did you have to touch and move everything!"

And he'll scramble to put everything back where it was.

"God, you're so useless."

He realized what he said too late.

He'll sort of freeze up.

He didn't mean it.

And he realizes how much he just hurt you.

He might try to hug you.

"I'm... I'm so sorry I said that dearheart."

He'll understand if you're upset with him though.

If you don't want a hug at that moment.

He's upset with himself.

If you need space for a little while, he'll respect that.

Once you're ready, he'll offer a sincere apology, complete with a well thought out declaration of his undying love to you.

A promise to never hurt you again.

And all the cuddles you could ever want.

His full attention will be on you the whole day.

Anything you wish will be yours, just ask.

He promises he won't ever do it again.

Losing you is his biggest fear.

Legion (Frank)

When Frank is angry, he's usually good about not taking it out on anyone else.

He had enough anger taken out on him going from foster home to foster home.

He knows better than to snap at other people for things that aren't their fault.

But some trials just piss him off.

Things just didn't go very well that time.

Pallets to the head, flashlights, taunting.

He was furious.

So when you ran up and gave him a hug, he was in no mood.

"Hey, get off of me!"

He might even shove you back.

"God, you're so clingy. Back the fuck off."

And he'll storm off.

The rest of the Legion are right by your side comforting you after what just happened.

Susie is the best at comforting, so she's going to be the one looking after you.

Joey's bringing snacks and comfort items (pillows, things that make you happy, etc).

Julie is upstairs with Frank, chewing him out.

"I don't give a fuck how bad your trial went! You don't take that shit out in s/o. Chill the fuck out, then take your sorry ass down and apologize."

Give it about ten minutes, and Frank will be back downstairs.

In tears.

Blubbering apologizes and begging you not to leave him.

Throwing himself at your feet pleading for your forgiveness.

You can hardly understand him through his sobs.

"I love you! I won't do it again! I swear! I'm sorry!"

The others will leave to give you two space.

"Please, please don't hate me."

He'll do anything to keep you in his life.

Oni

Kazan has always had a difficult time containing his rage.

But he's very good about secluding himself when he feels his temper soaring.

But today was just frustrating.

Everything that could go wrong, did.

Trials ended with no hooks and a nasty punishment from the Entity.

So anything could set him off.

Your interruption when he was meditating was the breaking point.

He will stomp his foot and break through the wood flooring.

He'll look at you and growl.

Standing up, nostrils flaring.

That's enough to make any normal person piss their pants.

Seeing you pale as a ghost, he'll simply freeze.

He promised you he'd never frighten you.

He promised himself that he'd never do this.

Taking a few shaking steps forward, he'll fall to his knees and gently embrace you.

Stroking your face like you're made of glass.

You can tell he feels terrible.

"I'll never do that again. I swear on my family name. Please, forgive me."

He'll understand if you're angry.

He'd understand if you hated him.

But, you're the most important person in the whole world to him.

So much so that he'd renounce being a samurai for you.

"Please, do not let this be the end. I can't bear to be without you."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for yelling at my mom because of incense?💭

( emoji so I can recognise my submission and this is a hella long post so be warned)

So I (16F) really hate smoke. And I mean beyond the regular hate, I mean like the moment I smell smoke I instantly become very, very angry. I'm not sure why exactly, I suspect it might be because I'm on the autism spectrum but I haven't been officially diagnosed so take this with a grain of salt. Also just to clarify, I have no lung issues which would cause me to be extra effected by smoke, it's almost entirely psychological.

My mom (50F) got into this whole spiritual circle stuff about a year ago and does meditation thingies. Involves a lot of rituals, crystals and incense. Not entirely sure the exact reason why but the important thing is this means she is lighting incense almost everyday. As a result, on most days the house smells like smoke. I have told her quite a few times to ventilate properly if she's going to use it but I feel like every time I enter the main room of the house it smells like smoke. However I can manage this by simply shutting my door to avoid getting a lungful of smoke. No, the thing that pisses me off are her "cleansing sessions." This is where she goes through the house waving an incense stick everywhere to "purify the bad spirits." This means I have absolutely nowhere in the house to escape from the smoke and often get forced outside to escape. I have tolerated these "cleansing sessions" a few times but on the most recent one, it happened to be raining extremely heavily. This meant that I was stuck. In a house FILLED with the smell of smoke.

I tried to keep myself calm for a while by ventilating the smoke from under a blanket but even then I could still smell it and it made me raging mad. So I then proceeded to stomp up to my mom and yelled at her. I said some very nasty things which I'm not proud of saying. They were very personal insults mostly pertaining to how her beliefs were bullshit and about her insecurities. We had a shouting match over it which ended in her telling me to go back to my room.

Why I think I could be the asshole here is because:

A. I could have more clearly stated beforehand that I wanted her to stop cleansing my room or at the very least she needs to turn the aircon on when she burns incense.

B. She didn't really deserve the things I said to her. She's a sensitive person and I know it probably deeply hurt her even if she didn't act like it in the moment.

C. I didn't mention it earlier but I have a brother (17M) who has athsma. He has never had any problem breathing or any complaints about my mom burning incense. If anyone would be affected by this the most it would be him and yet he doesn't care. So I feel like I just really overreacted.

Why I think I might not be the asshole here is because:

A. I have asked her before that she ventilate the house properly when she does her meditations and yet every time I can smell it. Sometimes she wont even open the windows so I have to do it myself.

B. She knows how much I dislike the smell of smoke. I have said multiple times how I hate it and every time I have smelt it in the house I've been very obviously annoyed. There was even once incident where our neighbours were having a bonfire and I literally could not sleep in my room because I could smell smoke and had to sleep on the couch. Every time she's done one of these "spiritual cleansings" I have also made it abundantly clear how much I hate this but she doesn't seem to care because it usually forces me outside.

C. As before mentioned, my brother has athsma. While it may not seem like it bothers him I don't know what the long term consequences may be for his lungs. And for my lungs too! Like, I'm not an expert but I don't think regularly breathing in smoke is very good for you. She argues it's "real natural smoke" so it's fine and I told her she should try breathing near a wildfire to see how she liked "real natural smoke."

Anyways, with all these facts considered, random strangers on the internet, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Why I Love Crosshair- A Story About Persevering

I talk about Crosshair so much on my blog. With TBB ending in a few days, I wanted to share with y'all why he resonates with me so deeply. This show and these characters have touched the hearts of so many in this fandom. I'm curious, which Batcher has resonated with you? Anyways, here we go!

Crosshair's hot. That's it. I'm a simple woman. Moving on.

He's really freaking cool- I'm not gonna like, seeing Crosshair make those trick shots has me on the edge of my seat. It's just so much fun to watch someone do an incredible skill whether it's dance, playing music, or in Crosshair's case, take out several battle droids with one shot. I love it.

His character arc- Crosshair is one of the most interesting and complex characters I've met in recent years. I'm not going to lie, it's refreshing to see a really well-written morally grey character. Crosshair's one and only loyalty is to his family (plus a few others). He will do anything for them. However, Crosshair isn't drawn to some bigger cause like Echo or Omega are. From my POV, it's something interesting to think about. What makes a good person? How far is one willing to go for someone they love? At what point does that loyalty and love turn selfish or self-destructive? These are all questions that Crosshair's character brings up.

I also appreciate the love and passion put into his character. Jennifer and the team took their time to give Cross a proper redemption. It wasn't as simple as "Crosshair just flips on a dime" or "he dies proving he still loved them." No. The change had to come from Crosshair. Crosshair had to be the one to make the steps towards coming home. It had to be his choice and his choice alone, not something that was forced onto him. I really appreciate that tbh. People are so complex and we all make mistakes. Crosshair made some pretty bad choices (not that he was 100% in control). Still, he had to figure things out for himself and when he was ready, he decided to come home.

His story- Crosshair's story is one of struggle and persevering in my eyes. "The Outpost" is one of the best depictions of what it's like to struggle with mental health. It's why I love it so much. I see a lot of myself in Crosshair. So often, it's much easier to just lie down and quit. But Crosshair doesn't quit. No. He fights. He fights so hard and in the end, he makes it. To see Crosshair come home after so long meant the world to me. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. You can and will make it. And he didn't do it alone. Omega continued to be a light in his life. Crosshair reminds me to never give up. Even when it all seems impossible, we need to keep going and there is hope for the future. When he meditates with Omega, I almost cried. That episode reminded me of my mom because she's constantly encouraging me and supporting me. She always tells me that I have to be the one to help myself. It's difficult and she will be there, but I can't just expect things to fix themselves. Similarly, Omega told Crosshair that he needed to help himself. I don't think I've ever related to a SW character as much as I have with Crosshair.

Crosshair has taught me so much about myself. Through him, I've learned that there's a lot going on in my head that I need to work on. I realized why S1 Hunter pissed me off so much. Because like Cross, there are times at home where I feel like no one listens. He taught me to keep going, to keep fighting, especially in times of great uncertainty. Crosshair and Omega's relationship shows just how special the impact of one person can have. I see their relationship reflected in my life in many ways. There's so much more I can say about Cross, but we would be here forever lol.

I am so grateful for Crosshair. I am so grateful for his story. He might be just a character, but he's really helped me tackle some rough times in my life. I love him with all my heart and will forever be thankful to TBB team for bringing his story to life.

Thank you DBB, Jen, Brad, Michelle, and everyone on TBB team. Thank you for everything ❤️

[hardlypartying]

S4E6 spoilers (in pretty much chronological order)

Okay right off the bat— I’m not loving this rando potentially being JJs real dad. If they wanted to do this storyline I feel like it would’ve been way more fucked up if it were Luke manipulating him/maybe telling the truth about him being a kook. And to make it hurt more he could’ve played into JJs obvious guilt and made him an accomplice in this by telling him about an “inheritance”. We see how loyal JJ is to any family he forges so it would’ve been a cool thing to see how far he’s willing to go. Just don’t understand why they brought Ward 2.0 to maybe be his real dad, it’s way too convoluted. Maybe it’ll make sense later (doubt it).

Sarah walking John B through her theory so he can reach the same conclusion as her… I love them sm <3 This was very early Jarah of them, the mysteries and uncovering it :))

Happy that JJ is finally opening up to Kie! Progress!! Hate how he’s not sharing it with the rest of the group and now looks like he’s been slacking 😭 they need to give him a break, he’s been going through ittt

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Kiara saying Rafe’s name was a jumpscare—I really did not expect that! She never acknowledges him lmao I was so shocked that scene actually exists for her haha, part of me thought she’d just ignore that whole thing but let’s fucking goooooooooo.

So funny to me that for someone who pulled out the knife and was all >:( at him… she’s still relaying the message hehehehe. Is that a little crack I see in her hmmm 🤨 she’s soft launching a potential alliance hmmm 🤔

“Rafe Cameron, CEO” PLEASEEE HES SO PRECIOUS. BUSINESS CARD AND EVERYTHING HES TRYING SO HARD TO BE A SERIOUS GUY LIKE YOUR LINKEDIN IS ENOUGH KING

Sofia side plot with Hollis 😎 love to see it!! Idec if they’re scamming, let them!

RAFE WITH SARAH 😭 MY HEART. He’s so broken he has no idea how to apologize to her. This is such a mess. His love language is so acts of service, he’s trying to bury his guilt by bringing Sarah into this deal as a show of his trust. Maybe that’s mutually exclusive to him, trust being an act of apology. But Sarah is so scared of being there, the part where she flinches when he hits the desk :(( she really just wants an apology. Rafe’s coming at it from a Ward angle and she just wants her brother.

Stop the music. The gold cross was gold plated?! I’m pretty sure they said it was solid gold in s2. PLEASE WHY ARE THEY ALL SO FUCKING BROKE AFTER ALL THE SHIT THEY DID. Rose was the real mvp in all this wow.

Love to see the Pogues getting together and spreading the word abt this bullshit zoning. Super important to mobilize their community for this, and it’ll get them the pay off they want— more voices and support = less the “officials” can do whatever the fuck they want shrouded behind laws that protect them. Love how Kie and Pope’s parents sat with them; but at the same time it breaks my heart to see this— how distant they are from them. At least there’s some effort being put now.

Anyway that riot was necessary. Also JJ is so goneeee, the way the camera keeps lingering on him and his relationship with everyone is shown 😬 It’s giving season 3 of the OC when that happened. But maybe it’s a misdirect 🤞 everyone helping JJ get away was so :’) <3 Anyway Rudy’s acting was amazing here! He’s such a full body actor, always using up the space he’s in— super compelling to watch!

Pls he’s in goblin mode and it’s sending me. Talking to himself. Tearing shit up. Welcome back JJ Maybank but also, it’s so heartbreaking to see him deal with this identity crisis that he might be a full kook when being a pogue is all he’s ever had. Idk I think he needs to pick up meditation or smth his mind is a wicked place for him to be in 24/7. He’s so hard on himself. Doesn’t help that he’s villainized by everyone and if they’re not making him the bad guy, they’re pitying him.

If he actually dies this season I’m gonna be pissed actually. Like this is no way to go 😭 I’m gonna be even more pissed off at Rudy for not being able to handle a fan-serviced ship to do this to JJ. If he’s alive and well by the end of the season I’m gonna be annoyed that I spent so much time stressing out.

Come on, the utinsels in the microwave?? He’s a pogue through and through 🫡

Pope taking the bullet (so to speak) for JJ 😭 brooooo it’s literally them in season one with JJ taking the fall for Pope after sinking Topper’s boat. I’m sick. This is sick.

Rafe is so smart but he’s gotten so bad at trusting his instincts now— I think he’s too nervous about trusting any part of himself that gets a little too crazy after his s1&2 arc. Maybe he’s taken up meditation.

“If you’re screwing me, I’ll come after you” 😎 tell himmmm 🗣️ the best part is that this guy has no idea how fr Rafe is. He’s such a vengeful person, no way he’s gonna screw him over and get away with it. Ugh love this bc it’s really setting up the Pogues + Rafe arc I know is coming. Foaming at the mouth for it. They need someone like him in their group to be the #realist and play bad cop bc they’re all WAYYY too loosey goosey. The pogues have a pocket full of dreams while Rafe’s got a pocket full of cash.

Also where tf is Barry?! Is he not a part of this season at all? I swear to god I feel his absence so bad it’s giving me war flashbacks to watching succession and lighting a weekly candle to see stewy on my screen :’( maybe it’s just the silver spoons story in me and I want to see more of them being crafty little cockroaches

Rafe waving at JJ is so…. More of that pls. I want him to be a little cocky and a dickhead to the Pogues 😋

TLDR; This got away from me and became more of a JJ review than a riara review, sorry! I hope this crumb of riara wasn’t what everyone was going crazy for!! If it is, I’m going to keep thinking about how she’s lowkey encouraging Sarah to reunite with Rafe (kinda just for money) but still, a win is a win. She wouldn’t send Sarah to see Rafe if she didn’t think he was a safe person to be around. That says more to me than the little knife scene earlier hehe. She acts like she’s terrified but then tells her best friend btw your brother came around, yeah the one we all hate and I pulled a knife on him you should go see him to check if he can help us out. Careful Kie :) you’re getting soft for Rafe

Either way I’m livingggg bc she acknowledged him 🥰 without as much venom as she usually has 🥰 #progress

I’m gonna watch the next two episodes tomorrow! It’s going slow because I’m watching it with someone and have to wait for them 👹👹👺

[waeirfaahl]

S05E08 is a big-lipped alligator moment

In one of the old posts I pointed out about bad writing of 5 season, and how every villain has no well-written role and reason to exist in this story. The funniest thing is that Scaramouche has no affect and importance, and if you remove him from 5 season, nothing will change, everything will be the same. And if you remove Scaramouche, 5 season will contain 5-6 episodes instead of 10. Yes, exactly 5-6 episodes, because 6 and 8 episodes can be removed as well. 6 episode is just one big fanservice, which happened only 'cause the authors turned Jack into idiot. It doesn't need to exist in conditions of 5 season. And then 8 episode — it is a big-lipped alligator moment straight up. Because it again affects nothing and only adds stupid cringy dirty jokes.

Moreover, if you remove 8 episode, the leading to the (sudden and forced and impossible) love-story will be quite better and more subtle, so people wouldn't be pissed off — even those, who despise the idea of love-story no matter what (including me), still would agree "Well, it is okay, it is pretty personal scene with how Jack tells to Ashi about his fear to lose her as many others, while she cheers him up, and their interaction with each other focuses on more platonic side". I mean, really, imagine how the ending of 7 episode leads to the scenes with their travelling in the desert and how they relax near the fire in 9 episode and tell stories to each other, discuss something and care about each other, Jack tells to her about his happy childhood, i.e. near-silent and meditative scenes, so we can feel tension and Jack's feelings toward her (although, I can not understand, why Jack never questions "Is it okay to have romantic feelings toward the girl, who is young enough to be his granddaughter?" and never covers his experience with Ikra).

Plus, in these conditions the cheesy and cringy "I love you!" would work a bit better, because it is the time, when Jack finally reveals his feelings to her. Although, since Ashi has no idea what the love is, Jack's line should be changed to something more neutral yet more powerful. It is another example, how Tartakovsky shots in his own knee or head, reducting the elements that actually are important (in his bonker and morbid story in 5 season) for the story of 5 season to a simple parody with mocking on cliches or whatever.

[egipci]

Meditations

That’s seven hours that they’ve been gone now which you know because your dad sat you down and taught you how to read that old-school clock. The first time he drew a square and arms inside it and wrote in a twelve, a three, a six, a nine and he said when the big arm’s at the twelve I will be back, or a little after, between the twelve and the three I will be back. You said it’s a square, a clock’s not square, so he rounded over the corners and said a clock can be any shape but here you go here’s a circle and I’ll be back between the twelve and the three or by the six when it’s light outside but you shouldn’t wait up, you should listen to whatever your brother says, when he says time for bed you go to bed and I’ll be there before you know it. Between the three and the six. You nodded then but later you told your brother how the clock didn’t really look like the clock on the wall so he filled in the rest of the hours like he fills the hours you spend alone together. But now he’s not here. They didn’t say when they’re coming back and they’ve been gone for seven hours. You know this because you counted the hours on the clock. They didn’t say where they’re going and maybe it takes seven hours to get there. If it takes seven hours to get there then they just got there or maybe they’re not there yet but they’re about to get there and it takes some time to finish their business and then it will be another seven hours before they're back which means they’ll be back when it’s light outside which means they’ll be back just in time for school. But if they're not back in time you’ll have to miss class because Dad said don’t leave this house until we get back, unless when they get where they’re going Dean calls and says hey sleep tight we’re turning in but we’re heading back first thing in the morning we're seven hours away, which means maybe you’ll have time to go to school and back and Dad won’t even know it and all the while at school you’ll be at your desk wondering where are they, how far is that, what if they call again and I’m not home, what if they’re already on the way back, what if they’re rounding the corner and they're about to pull up into the driveway right now and I’m not there and Dad looks for me and freaks out and comes to pick me up before school’s over and he’s super pissed and starts shouting in the car about never going anywhere without him. But this will only happen if they come back tomorrow when you’re still at school. If you get back before they’re back you’ll wait for them and it’ll get dark again and you’ll be waiting for Dean’s call again and again you’ll be thinking maybe they’re not coming back, not tonight, they’re coming back tomorrow and maybe tomorrow on their way back something happens to them like Dad’s too tired and he’s driving anyway because he’s rushing to get to me and he’s driving real fast, because he called and I was’t there to pick up, he’s driving all sleepy and he starts to fall asleep and the car drifts off the road and flips over a bunch of times or it drifts left and a huge 18-wheeler is coming from the other side and the trucker can see them drifting but the truck is so huge he can’t stop it in time so he honks loud but Dad’s asleep because he’s tired and Dean’s in the passenger seat sleeping too and I'm not there to wake them up, so there’s nothing to do about it, and the truck runs into them and it crushes the car and when the ambulance gets there Dad and Dean are in a really bad state and they take them to the hospital and they need blood but I'm not there to give it, unless the EMTs get up to the car and they find Dad and Dean dead, if they find Dad and Dean already dead they won’t know anything about you so they won’t know to call you at the house or at school to tell you and you’re just waiting for them to come back but they’re not coming back, they’re not coming back tonight or tomorrow or ever because they’re already dead, they crashed on the way and you weren’t there and all this time they’ve been dead and they’re never coming back but no one knows to tell you.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

A great mountain range. Buildings that were easily centuries old. The long, cold reach of the Void. Adam could see it all as easily as if it were standing in front of him. He didn't seem to have a choice whether he wanted to see these images or not. They were darkness and beauty, strength and fear, each seared into his brain with one word tying them all together.

Theo.

"So hey, sorry if I'm interrupting your private moping time. Dad wanted me to check on you. I don't see the point since it's basically been a prison here since You-know-who left. What trouble could you possibly be causing? I think this is the first time in a week that I've actually seen you out of your pajamas."

Remy didn't even bother knocking on the door of the gardens. Adam had locked himself inside them for the past week, attempting to meditate or something equally as pointless. Mediation wouldn't heal her brother or make him talk to her about what had happened between him and Theo. She was his twin sister, though, and that made it her duty to get him back to the person he'd been before the incident. At the very least, she would get him out of this one room and socializing again.

"You can say his name, Remy. Theo is my boyfriend...or he was." He paused to consider his words carefully. "I don't know. Either way, saying his name isn't going to break me like Mom seems to think it will.

Says the guy hiding away from everyone to "meditate."

"I know I'm not Mom's biggest fan, but she might have a point," Remy said cautiously. "You seem...twitchy whenever he comes up. Have you heard from him at all?"

"Of course I haven't," Adam snapped, louder than he meant to reply. "Mom took our phones, remember? Wherever they sent him, I can't send any magical messages either. It's like he just disappeared off the face of the earth! I don't even know where to start looking for him."

"Do you want to find him?" Remy asked quietly, truly curious about the answer. "It's okay if you don't. I'd understand. No judgment here. With your condition, I'd be pissed too."

"My condition," Adam repeated bitterly. "You don't even know the half of it. No one does."

"Does Theo? Mom threw a fit about you two being connected, and I'm guessing that that's why things got so bad when everything happened. Can't you just sense him?"

"No, that's the problem," Adam sighed. "No matter how hard I try, he's just...gone. It's not like we were connected strongly or anything like that, but I should be able to feel something about where he is. Instead, there's just silence."

He's lying. I don't know about what, but he's lying. He's easier to read than a book. But he's lying for a reason. If I don't press it, maybe he'll tell me in his own time.

"Hey, he'll come back," Remy promised, hugging her brother tightly. "Whether I have to track him down for you myself. Elowen and I will have him back in an afternoon."

"Yeah, thanks. I don't think I'll need you two though."

"So you two are over," Remy gasped, trying to remain playful before he shut down again. "There are lots of other people here who would be happy to date you. Some of which, Mom might actually approve of."

"We're not over!" Adam snapped. "Not officially. We'd have to have a conversation for that to happen, and no one will tell me where he is!"

Remy rolled her eyes and grabbed her brother's hand, dragging him with her to the ground. He tried to wriggle away from her, but Remy was stronger.

"Nope. We're having twin time now," she insisted. "Just like when we were kids. You and I are going to talk this out. I'm sick of your moodiness, and I can't tell if I'm supposed to be rooting for Theo to come back or if I should be setting him on fire for hurting you. So spill."

"We're not little kids anymore. Just leave me alone."

"Not going to happen. If you won't talk to me, then I'm going to be forced to call Elowen and Bronwen in as reinforcement. I'm sure you can remember how powerful your sisters are when we fight together."

"How can I forget?" Adam groaned. "If Theo wasn't so strong, you three would have made my life miserable." He smiled fondly before he caught himself. It was hard to separate his childhood memories from thoughts of Theo. They'd been friends since Theo started at the academy and had been inseparable for years. There was no way of thinking about his past without being reminded of Theo. He just wasn't sure if his future would be the same way.

"Look, it's complicated," Adam said at last. "I love Theo, but...people have been warning me about him for awhile now. He's this kind, funny, loyal person who loves me with the intensity of the sun. But he's also a dangerous, reckless being with so much power that deities monitor him. I love him, but he's like fire. The closer I get to him, the more I get burned. I just don't want to get burned again, Remy. I don't want to hold him back from his potential either, though. He can do things I've never seen someone do and with ease. He might be better off without me."

"If you love him, it shouldn't matter," Remy insisted. "You've known for forever about Theo being unstable and you've never cared before."

"I never thought he'd hurt me like this before!" Adam snapped angrily. "He promised me that he'd protect me, not scar my face and leave me for dead."

Remy paused, unsure of what to say.

"I was there when everything happened, Adam. I saw the look on his face. He was desperate to save you. I mean, the two of you are usually nauseatingly cute together, but this was different. He was going against his own self interests to protect you, Adam. It tore him apart and he still did it. They dragged Theo out of here on a stretcher just like you, and he's not complaining. All he did was ask for you."

"I know, I know. That's what everyone says, but...maybe our love isn't a good idea like Mom says."

"What?! Who are you Mr. I'm Planning My Wedding at Nineteen? Did Mom bewitch you with one of her spells, or did you really hit your head that hard when you fell?"

"It's not like that," Adam mumbled quietly. "It's just common sense. You know that Theo and I have...been intimate lately?" He continued when Remy nodded. "This whole thing stems from that. Theo can't handle the emotions or the increased connection between us. He went off because of me, because of my desire to be close to him. I'm too dangerous for him and he's too dangerous for me. We just end up hurting each other."

"Hmm, fair," Remy conceded. "That makes some kind of sense. I've never had that problem, but I do tend to stay away from demons. Too much drama involved."

"He...he changed me, Remy," Adam admitted quietly.

"Well, yeah, you've been friends forever, of course you're going to change each other's lives."

"No, I mean that he changed me. That day. Why do you think that I spend most of my time here, trying to meditate? It's not for fun."

"I don't know what you're talking about. No one does when you're that cryptic. If you're going to break up with Theo, then you should at least come hang out with some of my friends. Get out there, see what the world outside of Theo looks like before you make your decision."

"I'm not sure if I want to break up with him. I just need some time. I want him to know what he's done and I need to know how he feels too. I want him to see this and ask him what he's going to do about it."

Adam gestured to his cheek, where a dark scar remained. Remy had helped her father try to reduce the supernatural scarring on Adam's face, but a corner of it refused to leave. His eyes were still red and bloodshot from the spell that had twisted the small amount of demonic DNA in his system.

"A deity told me that we have demon ancestors," he continued. "That Mom's side of the family came from Pleasantview demons."

"That's the first I'm hearing about this. Though it does make sense that Mom is slightly demonic. It explains some things." When Adam didn't laugh at her joke, Remy scowled. "Where on earth did you run into a god? Don't they have anything better to do than spill family secrets?"

"She was warning me about Theo. I...I think when the incident happened, our connection latched on to any dormant demon genes I have and went crazy trying to give him their power. I don't have a dark form, Remy, but Theo's energy twisted me into something that looked like one. They had to fix my skull with magic. They had to fix my skull, Remy. Our connection tore demonic energy I barely had and gave it to Theo. It scraped everything I had and...and he just took it."

"That's not something Theo did purposely though," Remy said softly. "He can't control himself. That's why they sent him away to demon boot camp. He would never choose to hurt you, that should be obvious."

"What if I can never sleep with him again?" Adam demanded, his voice betraying how close to sobbing he truly was. "What if even kissing him makes...makes all of that happen again? I can't trust that it won't happen again. He sometimes goes off without any obvious trigger, how will I know how to avoid it? If being with me makes Theo lose control of himself, then I don't think I can take that risk anymore. Next time I might die."

Remy kicked her brother in his shin, making him yelp.

"He's going to boot camp, Adam. When he does come back, he's going to know how to control himself. Do you really think Mom and Dad are going to let him come back here if there's a chance that you'll be in danger? No way. You're being stupid. Give me some time, I'll find a way to talk to your dumb boyfriend and get this sorted out. Life's too short to mope over something that can be changed."

"The scar's not the only change," Adam insisted, still looking like he was about to cry at any second. "The meditations are supposed to be controlling this." He flicked his wrist, releasing a purple haze that oozed from his skin. "Let me show you something."

Without another word, Adam rose from his seat on the floor and gestured for his twin to follow him.

"Well, this should be good."

Adam's pace was slow, but determined. There was still some physical damage from the incident that was slowly healing and Remy noticed that her brother was limping slightly. If it did turn out that Theo had caused all of this on on purpose, there was going to be hell to pay.

But it was an accident, she reminded herself, taking a deep breath to let go of the anger. Theo was just too dumb to handle a Darktide in the bedroom, like so many of Remy's past hookups.

He's just an idiot with no self-control. He didn't do this on purpose. You don't have to murder him for touching your brother.

"Are you okay with walking this far? I can teleport you wherever we're going."

"I'm fine. We're here anyway." He gestured to the expensive telescope that students used to calculate moon phases and chart astrology. "Watch that telescope."

"For what? It's just sitting there. Are you sure you don't want me to get a chair for you or something? Should I get Dad?"

"Dad already knows about this," Adam replied, intensifying his stare at the telescope and holding his hands in a magical stance. "You can't tell anyone else about this, Dad's trying to find someone to help with this, but people wouldn't understand if they saw what happened to me."

He flicked his hand again, and released more of that purple haze as he did so. When he moved his arm, Remy could see the telescope shimmer slightly, and then immediately surrender itself to a sudden rip in the atmosphere. The Void consumed the light around the object, wrapping itself around it so tightly that the two seemed fused together.

"Oh my god, Adam! You've actually become interesting!"

"Thanks," Adam replied angrily. "I'd like to think that I already was interesting before all of this."

Remy scoffed, still staring at the flashing telescope with wonder.

"So you can what? Attack people with the Void? Open portals just like Theo?"

Adam shrugged, flicking his wrist again as he did. Immediately, the tear in the atmosphere reappeared and began to rip the pieces of Void from the the telescope. Within a blink of an eye, the telescope was back to its old appearance, completely Void free.

"I don't know what it is," Adam confessed. "Dad thinks that Theo regenerated some of my DNA to work like a demon's would. Between trying to force a dark form and being able to touch the Void, my body is different now. It responds like a really weak demon hybrid might. A really weak hybrid. I can't do half the things an infant hybrid could, but-"

"But you're more resistant to Theo's demonic magic, just like you both wanted," Remy guessed. "You don't have a lot of cool powers from this, but you should be able to handle more demonic energy than before. You can help ground him if he goes off in the future. Maybe it could keep Theo grounded and balanced when you two are in the bedroom."

"Remy, stop!" Adam shouted. "I don't want to be changed so that I can make Theo feel better about himself or be his backup plan when he's about to have an incident. I want to be me, just like I was! I love a hybrid, but I don't want to become the pale shadow of one. I don't exist to make Theo's life easier."

"Okay, fair," Remy conceded. "But do you know what I could do with that much power? Lots of fun things."

"I also don't exist to make your life interesting, Rem. God only knows what you would do with access to the Void. Probably end up in the same place as Theo."

Remy laughed at the thought.

"Yeah, probably. Maybe that's how I'll find him for you. I'll get Mom to send me to demon military school."

Adam's knee buckled from standing too long and his sister rushed to his side even as he was pushing her away.

"Okay, well I think that's enough demon magic for today," she declared. "Now that you're out of your moping room, let's get you something to eat. You can't say no when you're leaning on me to walk."

Adam scowled, but didn't resist. He was a little hungry and it would be a welcome change from ruminating on what had happened all day like he'd been doing lately.

"Okay, fine. You win."

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 1, Part 6

In this part Samir undergoes his first transformation and Reece has the opportunity to host his first guided meditation. The couple also talk about what's different with Samir now.

Low level content warning: Some sim spice and mentions of death

Reece is lost in meditation, so much so that he doesn’t realise he’s begun to levitate! He feels like he can sense Samir out there, panicked and pacing. He tries to push the thought from his mind and picture Samir calm. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat.

...

At the top of the peak Samir is fully transformed now. The rage is burning through his eyes but he needs to get hold of himself. He feels himself thinking breathe in, breathe out, repeat. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat. His heartbeat begins to slow and he’s able to think again. What’s important again? Finding the killer? We ought to rip their throat out! Protecting Reece? He should be safe. But the killer is out there somewhere. Samir's thoughts are at war with each other.

...

Reece feels himself coming out of a trance and hears a banging in the distance. When he stands up he finds himself shocked as a rampaging werewolf heads for the bathroom.

Samir: *gruffly* I told you to lock the front door

Reece: Fudge! I had to go back out to the garden, I must have forgotten to relock it (the watcher forgot to relock it and is regretting it so much just this second)

Samir: *panting* I don’t want to hurt you blondie

Reece: You won’t, you won’t. Here, you’re in the bathroom now so we’ll just lock this one. You won't hurt me. But Samir… are you hurt?

Samir: *howls* I scared you *howls* I shouldn’t have done that *howls*

Reece: It’s my fault really (it’s the watchers fault for forgetting). And it's the first time you've changed, everyone usually messes up on their first time at anything

Samir: *howls* I… I can’t change back *howls*

Reece: Maybe... maybe we just have to wait it out

Samir continues to howl and Reece hopes he won’t be stuck like this long. The first transformation was always going to be rough but… is it really worth it? Samir's howls grow more painful and Reece worries he might not be able to come out of it. Surely answers are not worth Samir losing himself.

Reece takes some steadying breaths and thinks about his own family. What would it have been like to have seen his parents killed? His sisters. Heck, even Carson. His brain would be unlikely to rest without answers, just like Samir. He really couldn't say how far he would or wouldn't go for them.

All he can do is be here for when Samir needs him. Curled on their bed Reece manages to get a minute of sleep here and there, woken frequently by Samir’s pained howls. Watcher he hopes Samir’s not in agony.

I feel bad for Samir, locked in the bathroom all he does is howl. He howls so much that he grows from a pup to runt in a couple of hours.

Samir feels something strange come over him. Yes he's a werewolf but this is like an extra instinct. He felt something like it earlier, the need for meat. But this isn’t the same. His senses are all working overtime and he wants… no he needs to claim what’s his. His territory, his life, his love. A small voice in his head tells him it’s not proper but before he can stop himself, he’s pissed on the floor, marking his territory. After this he returns to howling. Eventually a fog comes over him.

Samir shakes his head, trying to be free of it. The fog pushes him down and he feels his body burning up. When he can breathe again he realises he’s in human form, and there’s a light knocking on the door.

Reece: I haven’t heard a howl for a while... are you okay? Please don’t be unconscious, or have chewed your own arm off

Samir looks around him trying to remember where he is and what is happening. The bathroom looks intact, he managed not to smash anything. But there’s a puddle on the floor. Oh watcher was that him?

Reece: Samir, if you can speak then... please speak to me. I’m losing my mind out here lover

Samir: I’ll... I'll be out in a sec blondie, I just need to… tidy up

Reece: Do you need any help cause I can help

Samir: It’s fine, I got it

…

Samir: I scared you. I told myself I wouldn’t but I did

Reece: It was a shock, can’t lie about that

Samir: There’s no proper apology but I am so sincerely sorry

Reece: Hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t totally you, I know that

Samir: It was like… these two voices in my head. Both me, both wanting different things. I didn’t know what to do, I just felt like… like I needed you

Reece: So you came home

Samir: Yeah, I came home *kisses* Hey, do you know you smell really good

Reece: Uhh what?

Samir: It’s like my senses have gotten sharper, and you smell *chuckles* delicious

Reece: *blushes* So you can smell more, anything else different

Samir: I want meat, like FRESH meat. I don’t know why but I'm craving it

Reece: You do have a fondness of food so I guess an obsession with meat could make sense

Samir: And I want to… I don’t know, defend my stuff. Is that weird?

Reece: You’re a real life werewolf, I think we’ve gone way past weird

Samir: So... you’re not scared forever

Reece: Of you? No. Of our potential grocery budget, yes

Samir: *chuckles* I can try hunting. Come give me a hug, I need you in my arms

Reece: I do love your cuddles

Samir: And how about my kisses

Reece: *smiles coyly* they’re not bad

Samir: *chuckles* not bad huh

The two share a frenzied kiss before Samir lifts Reece off the ground.

Reece: *between kisses* I mean… they could… or… I forgot… what we…. Saying

Samir: *groans* Damn, I thought kissing you before was good

Reece: What? *panting* Is it not good now?

Samir: *grins* Before, I’d feel where you kissed me but now, when you kiss me I feel it pulse throughout me. I can tell where your lips are still but the pleasure... it radiates

Samir: Sort of like my body is singing to yours. I guess touch is another sense that’s heightened

Reece: Want to take it up a notch then boss? Test how good it can get *laughs* for science

Samir: I don’t know. What if…. What if I hurt you too much

Reece: Samir, you haven’t before, you’re not going to start now. I trust you. Trust me, you can control yourself. The only way we can find out is by trying. And hey, this is why we have a safe word right?

Samir: You had better do *kisses* exactly what I tell you to

Samir took a steadying breath and led Reece to their bedroom. As normal he controlled what happened, but this time his satisfaction was brighter than it had ever been. When they finished he curled up next to Reece, longing to stay enveloped in him.

They had only gone to bed together at 2am but having managed moments of sleep Reece was ready to get up at his normal time. He carefully slid himself out from under a still sleeping Samir and quietly headed to the kitchen. There he ate his leftover salad while thinking back on the post transformation woohoo. He'd been right of course, Samir didn't hurt him, he'd maintained control the whole time. Maybe it was just what Samir had been saying beforehand, but Reece had felt like his body was singing right back to his lover.

Samir: Did you sleep okay? You didn’t get up spooked or anything?

Reece: I did not get up spooked or anything. I was able to get up early because... I did some napping while you were rampaging. Is that horrible?

Samir: *through food* No, I’m glad you were able to hold it together better than me during the transformation

Reece: What do you mean? You didn't break anything I could see

Samir: When I didn’t want you to come into the bathroom… I had kind of… marked my territory

Reece: Umm… did you do that the way I imagine it’s done

Samir: *sighs* Yes, I pissed on the floor. I had to make sure that whoever is out there knows this is our house, and they’re not coming in here and taking anything more of mine *growls*

Reece can't help it, his mind runs away with him when he hears Samir being territorial. If he had it his way Samir could be territorial over him 24/7.

Samir: These cold cuts aren’t doing it. I need something… fresh

Reece: Maybe you should go catch something

Samir: Like a fish?

Reece: Like the deer population… that are probably being kept in check by the werewolf or werewolves or whatever. I was thinking of trying to host some meditation at the rec centre so I’ll be busy

Samir: Fine. But I’m marking the place first, can’t have any rogues bothering you

…

Reece’s first guided meditation goes pretty well. Three of the women on the lot come to join in as he talked about deep breaths and clear skies. None of them see Samir when he gets back from the hunt as they have their eyes closed. Samir sees them though and is happy that Reece is able to keep trying to be a zen guru despite having a lone werewolf for a boyfriend.

Samir is busy boxing when he hears some visitors to the rec centre discussing the midnight howling. Whoops, that was him for sure. To fuel up after he grabs some of the meat he caught and wolfs it down eagerly. Reece decides to do some studies of the sky while I sit nervously, quite worried he’ll get hit by a meteor like Mortimer. Samir turns to the books again to try and understand some more of his new state of existence. Unfortunately, he doesn’t find anything helpful.

Samir: I just wish they had some stuff that wasn’t fiction

Reece: I’ll have a look online, try order us some stuff. Oh, Keira’s calling

Samir lets Reece take his phone call and realises he can now hear a faint buzz, his hearing must be better now. Looking around for bees he notices that both wind turbines are smoking, they must have got ruined in the storm last night. He heads off to try fix them, boosting his handiness to level 2.

...

Reece: Is the chord this, or is it different...

Noe: They’ll give anyone an instrument nowdays

Reece: Hey man!

Noe: Come on, I’m not cool enough to get a birthday party invite?

Reece: I just had a quiet one with Samir, there wasn’t a party to miss

Noe is in a tense mood but Reece tries to calm him down, what do you know it works! Did I mention Reece aged up with all 5 positive character value traits? No. I forgot didn’t I, I was too busy letting him fulfill his romantic whims. He did! Well done Reece! He and Noe play some football and it actually goes… well. He gets a focused moodlet from doing so well. Is this an alternate universe? Did the game hear my football complaints?

Reece: Please tell me you’re not messing with the electric grid with metal tools

Samir: Why? Is that bad?

Reece: You must be winding me up

Samir: Was Noe all good

Reece: Yeah I think so

Samir: Thanks for not making me come say hi

Reece: Hey, I know your boundaries

Samir: Lets do dinner

Reece: Can you do me after

Samir: *grins* So needy

The couple head around to the grill. Samir puts some sausages and peppers on while Reece takes the chance to geek out and play some video games on his phone.

Reece: What do we do about friends and family anyway

Samir: What do you mean gorgeous

Reece: Will we, you know, let the wolf out of the bag

Samir: *sighs* I don’t know how people will react

Reece: They should react positively, I mean you’re even more buff now

Samir: *chuckles* pretty sure you’re the only one checking me out

Reece: Oh, I don’t check out. I blatantly ogle you

Samir: *smirks* You’re becoming a bit of a werewolf ally there

Reece: Lover... what did you mean when you said... you had two voices inside your head when you were in wolf form

Samir: Should have figured you’d remember that. It was kind of like having two sets of instructions at once

Reece: Like a Gollum Smeagol situation

Samir: I don’t know what that means

Reece: It just means we need to try help your good side win out

Samir: Damn it! I thought these sausages would be fine but I really just need more meat

Reece: I can grab a plate for you, don’t worry. Then maybe I could... taste your meat?

Samir: *snorts* I guess good boys can get seconds

Samir gains the werewolf diplomacy perk and Reece is indeed a werewolf ally now. However neither of them want to be allies with whoever is responsible for the death of Samir’s parents. It’s more that they understand that werewolves can be good and bad, just like human sims. When they get to bed, after woohoo of course, Reece cuddles up to Samir, who can’t believe he snagged such an understanding boyfriend.

Previous Part ... Next Part

[differentfandomsandthings]

( TBB S2 EPISODE 7 & 8 SPOILERS)

CLONE BAR

Some Clones are not happy about Kamino being destroyed. "All those cities, all those people." Lots of guilt. Questioning Rampart specifically. Everyone thinks a cataclysmic storm destroyed Kamino thanks to Ramparts cover up. Now with the clones out the way Rampart is trying to push a recruitment bill.

New clone names Cade and Slip :D love the beard Slip😌

Cade really texted Rampart and gave him an ultimatum. "You tell the empire or I will!"...yeah that's not going to end well😬😬

Annnd Cades dead..but slip gave them...the slip 😉..sorry..

Was that Crosshair?👀...Nope!

Bail Organa!

CHUCHI!!!!

Old hag of a senators (can't remember her name atm) wants to decommission the rest of the clones because of their accelerated aging 😡🤬 but Chuchi is fighting for them❤ "They are not droids we can just discard! How can we make a new army without a plan in place to take care of our current one!" " How do you know what the clones need? Have you asked? Do they know about their future?" I love Chuchi!! But I have a feeling Rampart might want her out of the way...

Rampart is acting tough but I know he's feeling the pressure. The bill has been put on hold many times. If people start digging and find out what really happened to Kamino its not going to end in his favor.

Chuchi is legit, ok. She went to talk to the clones about what they want. They want to keep fighting but she's like " Yeah I understand but what happens when you get to old for that? Let me help." She really cares about them🥺

Slip tells Chuchi what really happened to Kamino and warns her to be careful.

Annnd Slip is dead 😔

REX!! and he saved Chuchi.

Assassin clone? He calls himself A believer?

End of episode 7

Episode 8

Gonky!!!!

Gungi taught Omega how to meditate but she said it doesn't work for her the way it does for him...but she still likes to do it. Asked Echo if he wants to try.

Echo said he doesn't like being alone because of Skako Minor. Said the bad batch saved him.

Omega: Is that why you joined?

Echo: It Was were I Was needed at the time....Echo PLEASE DONT LEAVE THE SQUAD 😭😭

I liked that he opened up about his pass to Omega a little though.

Bad batch meet up with Rex and Chuchi. They are going try and get the data from Ramparts ship. They are going to split up, Omega is going to go with Chuchi to the senate.

Let's get to work >:(

Lol Omega mean mugging Rampart 😠...and did Rampart not recognize Omega?...Did he meet Omega in season 1?

Omega: Where is the clone Senator? We're part of the galaxy too :(

Senator Burtoni...she don't give AF about Kamino or the Kaminoans or so she says.

That pissed Omega off. Just spilled the beans on her being a clone and being on Kamino when it was destroyed

Chuchi is really fighting for the clones and trying to get proof. It makes me sad knowing it's all going to be in vain😔

Once again..Echo PLEASE DONT LEAVE THE SQUAD 😭😭

✨️stealth✨️

Holy crap they actually got the evidence! Poor Omega has to watch that again though😔

Palpatine 😡

They threw Rampart under the bus!! Like yeah he did it aresst him!🤣🤣 I was not expecting that🤣...is Rampart out of the picture? Like for good? Can't be. Definitely not.

Palpatine blames the clones as well for follow Ramparts orders without hesitation. This gives him an excuse to pass the bill and make clones obsolete. Making way for stormtroopers.

The music! The music!

Everyone played right into his hands again!

Omega learned a lesson again. Just because you tell the truth doesn't mean the consequences are always good.

Echo: The fate of all clones are now sealed because of us!

ECHO IS LEAVING!! I knew it! They have been hinting at it this whole time but nooooo!!!😭😭😭

Omega: you can't leave! We're a squad a family🥺

Echo: I'm going where I'm needed

Omega: we need you too😭

Echo: it's not forever. Keep up with your training

Omega:HUG..yes sir🥰🥰😭😭

The music! The music!

The end scene with Omega hugging lula alone I'm crying man 🥺😭

The batch took Echo leaving in stride but I have a feeling Omega is really going to take Echo’s absence hard and I wonder how the rest of the batch will handle it. Maybe that's why she's going to tell Tech "We're more than that, we're a family."

I know they're going to reunite with Echo at some point because of the leaked screen shot of her hugging Echo again. I just wonder how long they are going to be separated for🤔 🥲

10/10 episode even though it ended on a sad note. At least no one died. None of the main cast at least.

[matenrou-fan]

Hi can I request jakurai kuko and ichiro realizing their s/o started smoking(and maybe a little bit of drugs)? I wanna know how you think they would react

Jakurai, Kuko and Ichiro realizing their NB! s/o started smoking

NBreader, kinda angst??

-Well, doc do understand that in our modern world it is hard to keep going without any bad unhealthy habits.

-Everyone has stress and needs to relieve it in some way. But.. aren't he always teaching you how to do it in some proper, healthy way? Through sports and proper nutrition..

-So it would hurt Jakurai a lot when a sudden suggestion hit his mind. You can hide your cigarettes as much as you want and lie that you just met your loveful smoker friend, who loves to hug you, and that's why you smell like that.. but he's not an idiot.

-"S/o, come closer.. We need to talk." - even if your boyfriend is really pissed, he will never show it. Well, after all, he doesn't want to scare you away or feel guilty, he just wants to know what's wrong.

-So yeah, expect a full long lecture about how bad smoking is, and there's nothing good in this. You're lucky he didn't have a medical book with himself or he would complement his speech with images.

-"Darling.. Please, think about it.." - Jakurai took your hands and squeezed them, eyes full of worry about you. - "If something happened tell me, I promise to not be mad even if it's something horrible.."

-He's always willing to listen to your problems and help to solve them, as all he wants to see is your happy face.

-And of course Jakurai would come up with a whole new plan for your weekends and daily schedule, so you would have more time to relax and to do some health activity to feel better.

-Well.. Yes, he's a monk, which means he should be soft with people and listen to their sins calmly, but he's too angry.

-In his past, when Kuko was a member of Naughty Busters, he knew too many people who smoke. So he can recognize when someone just smells like cigarettes after talking with a smoker and when someone is actually smoking themselves.

-Your boyfriend really tries to control his wild behavior with you around, but not today, as you absolutely pissed him off.

-"Huh?? I don't even want to hear your excuses..!" - he grabs your shoulder and gets closer. - "There's no excuse for killing your own body like that..!"

-But through these furrowed brows and sharp gaze you can see how much he's actually scared and worried now. It's just Kuko's way to show his care - to scold you aggressively so you will never even think about cigarettes again.

-After some time, as he calmed down, Kuko would talk with you again, as he still didn't understand why you decided to start smoking.

-"Just tell me.. Someone taught you that? Or you just decided to have some fun and try a little?" - face still grumpy but voice much softer, as he gets closer and takes your hand. - "S/o, I don't want you to fall into that pit.. It's hard to get out of this shit, so please let me help you before you don't cross the line.."

-Long heart to heart conversation, as Monk tries to hit your soul with his deep speech. He knows how to properly choose his tone and words when it's needed, to relax you and make you actually think about your behavior.

-Kuko also would bring you to his temple to meditate, as it always helps him clear his mind and relieve all stress. And he doesn't mind spending all day teaching you and practicing together if it means you will quit smoking.

-Naive one, as he actually would believe you that it's just some accident, that cigarettes are actually not yours but your friend who's forgotten it in your bag.

-But soonly it started to be strange and confusing for Ichiro too, and he would ask directly.

-"Hey, s/o.. Can we talk, please..?" - Ichiro mumbled, still not really sure if he should start all these things. Maybe he was actually just imagining things..? - "But be honest with me, alright..?"

-Well, while your boyfriend was in a duo with Samatoki he did try to justify his friend's smoking habit. But it was long ago, when Ichiro himself was young and didn't think much about that stuff.

-And right now you are much more important to him than Samatoki or anybody else, and he doesn't want you to ruin your own health, even a little.

-Of course Ichiro can be pretty strict too, as he has the skill of educating his little brothers, but he would be really soft about this topic, listening to you and then explaining why it's bad and why you should quit this unhealthy habit.

-"S/o, remember: every time you feel stressed, just pay a visit to me, okay..?" - he touches your chin, another hand caressing your shoulder as your boyfriend kisses your forehead. - "I'm sure my curry will help you relax and forget about all your problems..!"

-He does understand that you can feel bad sometimes. But that's why he's here!! To always listen to your problems, to always support and help you..! Aren't Ichiro himself not enough for your stress to go away.