#politics and everything are different everywhere obviously

[baronessblixen]

I already sent an ask, but I've got to vent, sorry!

The California fires. What a disaster all around. The Left entirely blaming climate change, the Right entirely blaming wokeism, and all the firefighters, conservationists, experts, and everyone else caught in between is urging both sides to put down their sabers and see the facts at hand.

California overhead was stopping conservationists/firefighters from clearing dead brush and fallen trees from necessary spots which created massive amounts of tinder.

California reduced the budget for firefighter services months ago.

Climate change contributed to the rise in temperatures, making natural fires that much more possible.

Statefarm pulled their insurance from California because Cali has a premium ceiling, meaning that the company was losing money just to ensure Californians. For all that can be said about insurance companies (and there are a lot), driving away one of the best types on the market was... not a smart move.

Arsonists were lighting more fires while citizens fled their homes and acres were engulfed in flames.

At least five have died because they wouldn't leave their homes or were unable to.

California didn't have enough water for their fire hydrants.

...Why wasn't there enough water in California? (They've been rationing water to farmers/locals for a while now-- same with times when citizenry can charge their electric, better-for-the-environment ((theoretically)) cars while the overlords themselves go out to eat with their friends during the height of the COVID pandemic ((Gavin Newsom, *cough *cough*.)) )

Two reasons: natural tributaries were redirected to the Pacific Ocean to save a species of fish (smelt) without top-down administration factoring a water shortage possibility to the land... in an area that catches fire every two to three years.

Worse? EVEN WORSE?? Let's say the tributaries weren't an issue, right, and that issue was overblown. Most of the water in Cali is owned by two billionaires who did back-door dealings to snatch it all up and get around legal procedures in times of crisis. I'm not joking, vid here.

This vid is long, but it pretty much covered everyone's opinions in short, condensed react clips: the left's, the right's, the experts going to both stations to mitigate political speak, the victims, the contrarions, the controversial speakers, people in the chat who deny climate change or who decry climate change deniers, and the man providing commentary from both the individual tragic perspective of the people and the utilitarian, profit-driven perspective of the companies/politicians. It's long, so no pressure to watch; but that.... Everyone needs to get their act together (including FEMA, who still hasn't entirely helped the hurricane/flooding victims.) I really like the commentator's ultimate point: that this shouldn't be an insurance problem to begin with-- the government should be taking care of its citizens in times of crisis.

This vid is much shorter (only 15 minutes) and really brings up how horrifying and mystifying this entire situation is (including the stupid justifications insurance companies can dig up.)

Again! No pressure to watch both. I just... I am possessed by the scale of this tragedy and wanted to include if you were interested.

On a brighter note, I got pizza today. I'm going to focus on that and hope everything stops soon, and that everyone will pull through.

I'm not informed enough about the larger reasons surrounding the whole topic, so I can't give an informed answer to all of this. I'm just in general tired of everything being blamed on the Left and "woke". I'm sure mistakes were made; that doesn't mean climate change isn't real. Didn't they say it hasn't properly rained in the area in 8 months? That is insane to me. It is a disaster all around! I saw that about the arsonists. Makes you wonder what happens in people's head, seriously. You see an area burn down to the ground and think, let's burn the rest too. It's sick.

The whole billionaires owning water thing might be the most insane to me. I read this and seriously wondered how that is allowed. Is this the world we live in? The world we WANT to live in? These billionaires would rather want to see the area burn than give this up. What kind of person would do that?!

I hate how this tragedy is politicized. I see it happen here all the time, too. Not with wildfires, but with other things happening. People have lost their homes - some have lost their lives, or their pets - and instead of wanting to help, some people are pointing fingers, blaming "the other side" and turning this into an instrument for themselves.

At least you've got pizza. That is indeed a good thing :D

[starssystem]

Ugh hate fucking passive-aggressive homophobia/transphobia that's designed to make you feel ugly and dirty and monstrous. I hate old christian white women who perpetuated that shit. I just wanted to go shopping. I'm sorry you think I'm a big dirty queer faggot who's gonna steal and fuck in the changing rooms. I'm sorry you live a life where you can't fucking see a queer couple without making assumptions about who they are and how they live. How miserable for you. Don't make it my fucking problem. More in the tags bc this was obv upsetting lmao

[beneaththebloodylake]

actually i hate when people take ace attorney out of the context it was made in. like im just as clueless about the details as anyone else, and its true its heavily fictionalised and mostly not a really serious representation of anything, but at least akcnowledge that that context exists when you talk about it. cause otherwise its just stupid, like everything youre saying is just random words and nothing actually to do with the series

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

part one ||  part two ||  part three || part four || this is part five

You were Simon Riley's first proper girlfriend. Obviously there was that girl from year 2 at school who he 'married' in the playground, as well as numerous failed attempts at dating, but you? You were different. The thought of committing to you made him nervous, but in a fuck, I'm head over heels way. The thought of not committing to you, on the other hand, made him feel sick with the idea of you not being around.

You'd made it official about a week or two ago, and had been taking it slowly since then. Nor you or Simon wanted to rush into anything, but after a few dates it started to seem so... real.

The most recent date is what really made up your mind about the soldier (who had already pretty much written out your wedding vows). It had made you realise quite how strong your feelings were. It was a romantic night... Ghost had spend hours sifting through his phone for restaurants in the area; it had to be faultless... the lighting couldn't be too bright, it had to be great food, he wasn't going to let it be a busy place, et cetera...

Once he had found the flawless place he booked a table for two, and on the actual day he got dressed hours before he needed too, picking out his best clothes. He was wearing black jeans and a slightly unbuttoned shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, because in all honestly he was a little hot from nerves. He wanted the night to be perfect.

You were also nervous... the afternoon was spent on facetime with your friends, debating over what jewellery went with what dress and whether to wear makeup and if so what eyeshadow and which lip gloss and... it was all a blur, really. By the time you were ready both your dressing table and bedroom floor looked like bombs had gone off; clothes were everywhere and there was a mess of makeup wipes from when you'd aggressively scrubbed off your full face again and again to re-apply with pin-point intricacy.

Finally 7 pm had drawn around. You'd arranged to meet outside of the restaurant, so you walked over from your place. Simon had arrived 20 minutes early so he stood outside awkwardly, rocking on the balls of his feet and nodding uncomfortably at people passing by who gave the skull mask a weird look. He knew it made him look a bit odd... he wasn't used to wearing smart clothes and the scars and tattoos on his arms as well as the balaclava were a stark juxtaposition to the slightly fancier setting.

As he saw you walking over, he straightened himself up, brushing invisible dust from his attire and lifting his hand in a mechanical looking wave. You giggled slightly, looking down and grinning. "Hello," You say, voice warm.

"You..." Simon starts, eyes round beneath the mask. "You look absolutely stunning," He mumbles, voice gravelly as hooked his arm around your back before you and him start to walk towards the restaurant. He held the door open for you before nodding at a member of staff in the entrance. "I... er I got... I mean, have, a reservation for two," He stutters, fumbling around with the rolled up sleeves as he tries to pull them down.

"What name is that under?" The waitress asks, smiling politely. You try to hold back your smirk, yet again staring at the floor.

"That's under Gho- no- fuck-" He falters, expression embarrassed. Just the sight of you alone had sent him into flustered and in love mode. "It's under Riley," You chime in, taking Simon's hand and squeezing it gently. Once sat down at a table with menus, you burst into laughter, clapping your hand over your mouth as you attempt to compose yourself. "It's great to see you again," You beam, eyes glistening as you see Ghost's eyes crinkle in the corners with happiness. It only took a little smile from you to make everything feel lighter for the man who had once been so emotionless.

At the end of the meal, Simon refused to let you even just consider paying the bill. As soon as the the card reader was presented he swooped in with his card, smiling smugly under the mask at your protests. You fold your arms and pout with mock anger, but soon your were grinning again as he held out your jacket for you and slipped his arm around your waist as the two of you walked out.

You make your way into the night, streetlamps gently lighting the paved street. Simon nods forwards and you cross the road as he begins to speak. "We should go on a little walk, eh?" He tilts his head at you, smiling under the mask.

"That sounds nice," You said, taking his hand as you start to walk. Ghost knew just where he would take you, so he guided you to a small, pretty bridge going over a gentle river.

"This is so pretty," You murmur, stopping in the middle of the bridge and leaning on the railing. "Mhm," Simon replies, his eyes set firmly on you and only you... the way the moonlight washed over your face in that way. He wraps an arm around your waist again, pulling you in as your hands shift to gently rest on his chest. "Mhm," He repeats, moving his spare hand to tug at the balaclava. He grunts, flushing red under the fabric from a mixture of anticipation and embarrassment "Can you just..." He pulls at the mask again and you huff with laughter.

"Sure..." You whisper, tugging the fabric to his nosebridge.

"All the way off," He mumbles, suddenly feeling that feeling.

Your eyes widen slightly and you nod, gently pulling the whole mask off. You lean backwards for a moment, running your eyes over his flushed face. Every scar was like a location on a map, dotted around his face and sloped jawline. You feel your breath hitch slightly as you take him in, your eyes round with adoration and cheeks becoming hot.

Simon tilts your chin up as you stretch onto tiptoes (what with the large height difference) and he pulls you in closer, smirking slightly at your fixed gaze on his face. "Creepin' me out..." He chuckles, just standing there for a minute, not wanting to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. "Simon hurry up," You giggle, finally breaking the silence and blinking.

"Hurry up and what?" He furrows his brows, a look of genuine confusion flashing over his face. "Oh..." At that point, his cheeks might as well have been scarlet. "Shit." Ghost whispers to himself before taking a deep breath and leaning in to kiss you, his arms wrapping around your frame as his slightly chapped lips brushed against your soft lips. He quickly pulls backwards, expression concerned. "That's what you meant, yeah?"

You just giggle, tiptoeing again to loosely place your arms on his shoulders and around his neck, the mask still bunched up in your palms. "Of course it was, silly," You murmur, stretching to kiss him again.

Simon's heart rate was racing and his eyes fluttered shut, kind of just accepting his amazing fate. Even though he could feel his palms growing clammy, he slid a hand to cup the back of your head, his fingers raking into your hair.

Your first kiss. And oh, what a kiss it was... calm yet passionate, lips connecting in a way that ensured nor you or Simon wanted to pull away. You'd kissed other people in the past, sure, but nothing was like this. You could have sworn you felt your whole body buzz because in all honesty this was new; nothing like those mediocre kisses that it was safe to say you had left in the past.

This? This was love.

Simon pulls away, catching his breath as he strokes your hair with his thumb. "That was..." He stammers, looking away slightly.

He was not used to being this vulnerable, especially without the balaclava on. He felt exposed, but in a weird safe way. It was new, as were a lot of these feelings, all caused by you, but he was strangely welcoming to every single on of them.

"Yeah it was..." You respond, a smile pinching at the corners of your mouth and eyes.

"That was perfect," He manages, looking back at you, his ocean blue eyes that were once so haunted softening. Ever since he first set eyes on you, through the window, you had this exact effect on him. The one that made his whole body feel light and made him feel so at home, because, in all honesty, you were... you are his home.

hope you enjoyed pt 5!! I'm so sorry for the lateness... I've been SO busy ;w;

anyways, if you have any suggestions or rq's for a possible pt 6 or for anything else, make sure to comment or leave me an ask!

[ellashryver]

mates? yeah, seems like it - pt. 2

Part 1 here!

It took you some time to process what was really happening, to understand what he actually was. On the first day, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were obviously panicking, because all you remembered was a massive wolf ready to devour you before you woke up in his bed — yes, his bed. You realized that when you saw his clothes in the wardrobe. Everything was just so strange and terrifying.

His human form was nothing short of magnificent. Black hair, as dark as night. Some marks on his face and shoulders, and a chest so perfect it could’ve been drawn. But there were scars everywhere. A large one over his left eye, and around six on his chest. You could count them because he barely wore shirts.

Cahir was in total internal numbness. This couldn’t be real. All of those things happening — why couldn’t he stop staring at you? He never lost control. It just didn’t make sense for him to lose it over an ordinary human. And a silent one, too. He tried to coax some words out of you, politely. You wouldn’t answer your name, age, or what you did. All you said was, "Please, let me go home," and damn it, couldn’t you feel anything? Really?

He felt a strange mix of possession, anger, and happiness. You were perfect, chained to his bed. He was about to explode. His instincts told him to take you, worship you, mark you as deeply as he could. Shit, he was fucking ready to breed you, and you couldn’t feel anything? It was a damn shame.

You had refused to eat — the dinner he himself hunted and cooked for you. How complicated could you be? The agony began to disturb him on the second day when you still hadn’t eaten. So he tried cooking again, something different.

Still, you refused to eat. You just wanted to go home. Apparently, patience wasn’t his strong suit. When he saw you wouldn’t eat on your own, Cahir gave you two options: accept that he would feed you, or he’d open your mouth and force the food down, spoonful by spoonful. You’d rather not find out what that second option felt like.

"Come on, baby, open your mouth. Yeah, there you go. Very good, love," Cahir whispered, proud of himself when you stopped fighting and just ate.

When you were done, he cleaned your mouth with a napkin, his eyes admiring your lips as he did. His warm skin brushed your cheek, and you had no idea how melted he felt inside.

Since you’d been here, he barely left the room. Maybe for twenty minutes, at most. Then he was back, watching you every second. Sometimes he smiled, sometimes he whispered something in his native tongue that you couldn’t understand. When you begged him to set you free, to at least take off the chains, he pretended not to hear you. It was like he was trying to figure out if you were real or not.

Two days locked up, and you were starting to panic. You needed to go home. What in the hell did this strange man want with you? Man or… whatever the hell he was.

Of course, he decided you needed a shower. But this time, he didn’t give you the same option he did with food. You either got in the shower, or you got in the shower. There was no choice — it was an obligation. Just like he was smelling something awful coming from you. And indeed, he was.

He was missing something — a little piece of himself in you. Yes, you’d been sleeping in his bed for two days, but it wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted you to smell like his soap, his shampoo, his clothes. His, completely.

He took the chains off you, sending chills down your skin with his warm hands on your arms. Your heart started beating faster. You didn’t understand why, but even though you were afraid of him, you couldn’t stop or fight. And not just because you knew you couldn’t run if he turned into that wolf again, but because, somewhere deep inside, you longed for it.

Hating yourself for it, you didn’t fight when he guided you to the bathroom, or when he slowly, carefully, took your clothes off, like he was savoring your company. Like he was trying to understand that strange feeling as much as you were.

“That’s so awkward,” you murmured, closing your eyes. You were so tired. “Please, please stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he teased.

“Like I mean something.”

He chuckled.

“What makes you think you don’t, love?”

“You…” You took a deep breath. “You looked like you wanted to kill me that night.”

“I kind of did,” he whispered, gently touching your chin. “But at the same time, I just want to deserve every minute of your presence.”

You looked into those dark eyes, at the horrendous scar.

“My family, they…”

“No, honey, no,” he whispered, kissing your bare shoulder softly.

You froze.

“Let’s wash your hair, love.”

Just like that, he cut off the conversation. Then, with all the devotion in the world, he washed your hair, your body, dressed you in some of his large, clean clothes, and laid you in bed, spoiling you like a child. That night, he forced you to sleep with his caresses. And the next night. And the night after that.

Every day, he cooked for you, untangled your hair, told you stories about his pack and the people who lived there. How they lived. It was like he was introducing you to a new life. And you felt that possession, that madness, that would never let you go.

Cahir hated that he never waited for you. That he never prepared himself to be a good mate for you. But don’t worry, love, he would be perfect. Everything a mate should be. He would do anything you needed, or anything he thought you needed. Except, of course, let you go home. You were home, after all.

Things started to change even more when you learned his name. Cahir. When you called him by it, his wolf did flips inside his chest, loving the sensation. He would kill someone just to hear you call his name again.

But you rarely did it. You protested as best as you could, sometimes even trying to fight. But it didn’t work. He still slept beside you, took care of you, and never once mentioned bringing you home or calling your family.

He didn’t want to kill you, but he also wouldn’t let you leave. What did that beast see in you? What did he want? You didn’t know. You just wanted him to leave.

Until one night, he left to take care of his pack, like usual, but didn’t come back to the room. One hour, two, three… and he still wasn’t back. You would never admit you were worried about your captor. Of course you weren’t. But being caressed to sleep for the past eleven nights had given you a comfort you’d never known. And that thing you’d been feeling, like your chest was calling for his, made you want to puke.

He came home around two in the morning. When he opened the door, you had to control yourself to not show relief.

“Where have you b—” you stopped, shocked.

But his appearance wasn’t great. He was hurt. An alarm went off in your head. Who the hell hurt him?

A claw mark was bleeding on his shoulder, and he seemed tired. He looked at you for a moment, then walked to the cabinet, grabbed a clean cloth, and pressed it against the wound.

“Please let me…” you started, and he could already finish your sentence in his mind: “Please let me go home,” you would’ve said.

“You should be asleep,” he whispered, almost inaudible.

“Cahir,” you called. He looked at you, feeling that stupid wolf claim inside his chest. “Let me help you.”

At first, he didn’t react, trying to process what you’d just said.

“Please, Cahir.”

You gently patted the mattress, signaling for him to sit next to you, since the chains didn’t allow you to walk over to him. “Please,” you repeated.

And so he did. His hands were sweaty as he sat where you’d asked and handed you the cloth, watching as you wet it and gently pressed it against the wound, cleaning the dried blood. But his skin, somehow, was almost healed already.

“What happened?” you asked, worry creeping into your voice.

“Sometimes, some stupid young ones think they can take care of the pack better than me. And I need to prove them wrong.”

“Did you prove it?”

He chuckled.

“Always.” His eyes didn’t leave your face. “Why didn’t you go to sleep?”

You didn’t answer. You just finished tending to his wound and lay back in bed, making space on the blanket for him to lie behind you. Your morals crumbling when you invited:“We should get some sleep now.”

Y'all 😭 thank you so much for all the love on the first part of this story! I wasn’t expecting so much of it. And I’m really sorry it took me so long to post the second part. I don’t know if it’s obvious, but English is not my first language, so it’s kind of hard to write in the most natural way. But I’ll keep trying! I hope you guys liked this one. I have some ideas for more monster OS and some of the COD guys as well. Let me know what you want and think, and I’ll work on it! Also, I'm trying to learn how to make the posts prettier to be read for you.

Lots of kisses from Brazil <3

[lissdiary]

hii❤️ hope ur doing well can u do headcanons of bakugo,deku (seperated) with an s/o who is not in u.a and is petite? By that shes short and weak and they prob met in an online game or sm

katsuki bakugo —

you both met through an online game, he friended you after you kept beating him. he would mute himself to yell but was secretly impressed with the way you managed to beat him.

afterschool, you both played together for hours. you would talk to him about everything in your life and he would listen to you every single time. katsuki fell in love with your voice, and the way you talked to him.

when you both finally decided to meet up, he didn’t realize how short you were. occasionally teasing you about it, making you slap his arm.

“ha, you can’t even reach it?” he loved your height, it made him feel good when you wanted him to get something for you that you couldn’t reach.

he won’t admit it but your size makes him lose his mind. the way he so easily towers over you, sometimes picking you up and placing you on his lap as you both play video games together when he invites you to come over.

katsuki definitely pauses his game to text you back, he doesn’t care if he loses the game. all that matters to him is you, if he sees that you’re online he’ll leave the party he was in with his friends and immediately join yours.

— paused your game just to text me? aw you’re cute.

— tch, you made me lose.

katsuki having a weak gf never crossed his mind, he always imagined himself with another pro hero one that matched his energy or was just strong as him. when you came into his life, that changed for him. he imagined his future with you, it felt more secure than a future with a pro hero.

he would never have to worry about your safety when fighting villains. he felt secure, coming straight home to you instead of having different patrol times where you’d never see each other.

izuku midoriya —

izuku sent you a friend request when he noticed that you both had the same all might icon, you dmed him shortly after you accepted.

— woah, we’re matching!

he chuckled at your message, who knew this would’ve led to the both of you spending hours together playing games and talking about your favorite all might moments.

when you both first met irl, izuku’s palms were sweatinggg. he was so nervous to meet you, even more when he realized how short n’ petite you were. he thought you were adorable, the way you looked up at him made him so crazy. he couldn’t process his words correctly around you.

after a while, izuku fell in love with your voice. the way you would politely talk to him in game made him go silent. often times you were worried that he left or you were talking his ears off. you messaged him when it was too quiet,

— sorry, am i talking to much?..

— no no! it’s just, your voice is so soothing.

izuku admired everything about you, he didn’t care how “weak” you considered yourself to be. when you told him about your quirk and how weak you thought it was, he started analyzing your quirk, admiring it. this was when you realize you had fallen for him, he was the first guy who didn’t make you feel weaker than you already were.

he always made sure to reassure you, making sure you wouldn’t look down on your quirk. he makes sure to hold your hand in large crowds, just in case he loses you.

because of your quirk, you weren’t able to perform the attacks and moves he did so occasionally you would ask him to show you. obviously you couldn’t help him train, but you were there to motivate him. he’ll happily show you his journal, telling you all about his classmates’ cool quirks and mumbling to himself about them.

izuku loves coming home to you, watching the news about his victory. you’re his biggest supporter and inspiration, everything he does is for you.

tysm for requesting, this was really cute!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

sorry if i’m lagging on the reqs, my mind is everywhere rn

[fanganfessions]

Something I find hilarious about Damon, is just how he's completely wrong about talents. His isn't better than everyone else's. Its probably on the same level as most of them.

Jean has to know first-aid, weather patterns, memorise multiple sea routes, keep group morale high and actually save people from drowning in order to qualify as an Ultimate. Diana has to have the skill to be able to instantly identify what kinds of makeup looks good on her client, probably transform people's faces into something entirely different, and make sure to never make a mistake as she'd have to redo everything. Her eye for detail isn't something you'd find everywhere. Heck, even Kai has to memorise algorithm trends, do partnerships and such, and according to his FTEs, he manufactured an entire zeitgeist from one account, when he was doing an online marketing job his coworkers were cheating off of (even Damon thinks this is impressive), and also influenced the marketing strategies of companies that try to seem more "friendly" and "casual" on social media accounts. Wolfgang's work changes the course of lives, helping innocent people who could've gotten live sentences live freely. Wenona's responsible for basically all the food in the country.

Not to say Damon's talent isn't also extremely impressive. He has to memorise the details of any kind of topic in order to have an expert's opinion in an incredibly short period of time, and weigh it's pros and cons in order to argue for or against it. He's pretty good at the thing too, judging by his Ultimate title. Him winning enough competitions that his parents don't have to work anymore, and supposedly paying for the welfare, groceries and overall living expenses for three (or more if he also pays for any siblings or uncles and aunts) people is pretty damn impressive. It's just that most of his actual arguments about talents are so far-fetched that it's impossible not to poke holes in them.

Yeah, sure buddy, you can argue about ethics and politics, but so can literally everyone. Has he ever went outside near his country's election day?? Or ever went to a family gathering?? And that's only talking about politics. Beause he's definitely not the only one to ever have an opinion. Yeah, his arguments are backed up by actual data and stuff, but he's not the only person to ever do that, and like 99% of those people probably work office jobs. Intelligence also doesn't make his talent superior cause you have to be intelligento for every talent. He also admits in Wenona's FTEs that he wipes his memory clean in order to prepare for his next debate, so he doesn't actually learn anything.

Some talents are obviously more useful to society, like entrepreneurship or law, but debate isn't one of them. In fact, it barely changes society as a whole. It's extremely important to Damon's life and his family's, but unless he goes straight into being a politician or something, odds are he's not changing anything. Damon is pretty impressive as a person, probably more intelligent than most of his classmates, but his talent simply isn't betters than their's. Like I mentioned above, all Ultimate talents are impressive, but comparing a cosmetologist to a entreprenur, an influencer to a historian, or a debater to a lawyer... doesn't make that much sense.

Personally, I think all the characters are extremely impressive in their personal talents (because they're ultimates, duh), but tons of characters like Damon and Eva (most obvious examples) definitely aren't defined by their talents in regards to how intelligent they are, even though their characters do revolve around their Ultimates.

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[batboyblog]

I fundamentally disagree with your take that any future/ongoing users of TikTok are supporting or enabling trump.

We don’t use TikTok or any other social platform because of the CEO. We use social media because of the communities we form and love.

Obviously trump wants it back because it helped his election campaign, but that doesn’t negate every positive collective action or community that formed on the app. Everything good also has bad, because as the saying goes, there is no ethical consumption under capitalism. We can try to be good, but we can’t only support ethical companies.

Also, what about international users? I’m Australian, and trump impacts Australian politics directly and indirectly, but does me using TikTok support him? It’s still an independent company.

Given the ban was done by congress, not the executive, I have every reason to believe that a Harris/democrat office would also make efforts to stop the ban. It’s easy political points.

I'm gonna try to be nice, which given my mood today, the impending Trumpalypse and the hostage release today have me in a bad mood.

Sooooo I have to reject the idea that helping re-elect Trump could ever be balanced out by any other "good", if such good even exists, that any app, person, or organization does.

before anyone jumps in to smugly tell me they're not an American so Trump being the American President doesn't matter, I'll remind you, we all live on the same planet. One thats getting warmer? in case you hadn't noticed. 2024 was the first year on record to breach the 1.5 degree warming mark that is very bad news. President Biden passed the biggest climate action bill that any government anywhere on earth ever ever has passed. Trump has pledged to repeal that law, and also hold back all the money in it not already spent.

as you can see under Biden we're on goal through 2030, and then more and different policies would be needed to get us where we need to go, which Biden team in the dying days of his administration has set not that Trump will follow through.

so point being helping re-elect Trump might have doomed the planet so idk about anything "good" TikTok could possibly do to make up for being Responsible or the single biggest climate disaster in human history.

any ways, as a Jew when I think of TikTok I think antisemitism

"Jewish teens say life on TikTok comes with anti-Semitism" 2020

"Sliding Through: Spreading Antisemitism on TikTok by Exploiting Moderation Gaps" 2023

"How fast does TikTok send users down the antisemitic rabbit hole?" 2024

being on the internet right now as a Jewish person is fucking wild, buck wild, seeing people in their teens and 20s say NAZI, old school, 1940s Nazi shit on-line, in videos with their faces, it is everywhere and TikTok is some of the worst of it.

on top of which TikTok is spoon feeding massive amount of disinformation to users all the time, from mental health, to Covid Vaccines, to conspiracy theories that are effecting the real world. And studies show its actively hurting teens, pushing them toward self harm

speaking of Australia, its very clear that China is REALLY interested in influencing your country seeking to shift Australian public opinion against Taiwan and in favor of China, as well as push the country toward a more isolationist view. Also they're using data from not just TikTok but other apps to track people, and actively kidnap Chinese nationals in Australia who offend Xi's government. That's a wider problem than just TikTok of course, but it's super fucking scary.

So sorry the app you like is getting the axe in the US? I guess? but short form video in and of itself might be bad for your health. Apps like TikTok don't allow you to do what I've done here, offer links and data to back up what I'm saying so fact checking and accountability is basically 0. Finally there's a lot of evidence that TikTok has put its finger on the scale to push propaganda for Trump, for Xi and generally destabilize the world.

finally, what community? watching videos fed to you by a computer isn't a connection, its certainly not a conversation.

oh also "there is no ethical consumption under capitalism" is not some magical spell, it doesn't do away with the need to do good in the world, its meant to say don't let perfect be the enemy of good, whats the least bad option, nothing is flawless, but that doesn't mean going on to the app who's parting message to America was "big good daddy Trump gonna come save us" like fuck man thats bad

[soullessdianthus]

Pervy!Rudy pls? I don’t see much for him but godddddd I need it

A/N: JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST, you can't imagine how loud I screamed and kicked my feet, when I saw this request! I like Rudy so much, he deserves more attention! For sure will write for him more! Some headcanons and a little story at the end!

Warnings: perverted mind, but Rudy is a possessive softie, nsfw (masturbation, scent kink, touching under the table, some dirty convos in Spanish?, inappropriate dry humping to warm reader)

✧°. Rudy is very aware of his perversion. He knows he shouldn’t imagine doing anything deviant with you or it shouldn’t make his manhood painfully hard. He was way beyond that age of sudden boner because of a girl. 

✧°. But since you had been transferred by your superior to be stationed with Los Vaqueros, Rodolfo couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off of you. Somehow every interaction with you became exciting, intoxicating even, making his heartbeat go faster. 

✧°. Especially in the evenings that were lonely, when everything slowly quietens down, soldiers going back to their dorms after a long day. Perv!Rudy would lie in his bed, staring at the ceiling or trying to focus on a book, but the uncontrollable desire forces him to recall your last interaction with him, when one of his palms sneak under the hem of sweatpants onto his throbbing dick. Rodolfo just needed to get rid of that tension and fantasies of you were the only solution! :(

✧°. He could picture your face really well, the sound of your voice and laughter. Also those whimpers or heavy breathing while on a mission that caused you to be so exhausted. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy would like to make you tired in a different way though. He would show you how beautiful you are and how good care he would take of something that was completely his. 

✧°. Your person had become a sort of one, big fantasy of his, since your presence brought him comfort on a daily basis. You were so kind and sweet to him – sitting with him and Alejandro in the canteen, politely listening to their stories or tacky jokes.

✧°. At some point Rodolfo offered to teach you Spanish. Of course you knew some, but weren’t fluent and it might come handy while being in Mexico with them. Obviously he suggested such a deal to spend more time with you. 

✧°. And not long after, you two were walking everywhere together. If not interrupted by Alejandro, of course.

✧°. “Quiero agarrar tu culo, chiquita. [sp.: I want to grab your ass, little girl]”

✧°. “You want to… my… sorry, what? I don’t know those words, Rudy.”

✧°. “Don’t worry. You will.” 

✧°. He tried to be sneaky about his dirty remarks, but Rodolfo missed the point in time, when you began understanding conversations in Spanish. He noticed only when he said something similar again and your cheeks flushed bright pink. But it was just a silly joke, right? 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was hypnotized with your smell – he couldn’t determine if it was a detergent you washed your clothes with or a body wash that cleansed your soft, smooth skin from the dirt. If he only got a chance to stand close to you, he would discreetly inhale the scent of your hair. 

✧°. Perhaps, when he was standing right behind you, correcting your posture as you aimed forward at the shooting range, his head leaning over your shoulder to devour the sweet scent of yours.

✧°. And it got him thinking, what would your pussy smell like? What would your juices taste like on his tongue? Divine for sure. <3

✧°. Perv!Rudy would be strong on “marking his territory”. If you ever mentioned that you were cold near him, he would give you his hoodie without hesitation or doubt. The sight of you in the oversized clothing — a belonging of his, drenched with his scent and sweat would make Perv!Rudy go feral.  

✧°. Due to his hospitality and kindness it didn’t take long before you fully trusted the sergeant major. You didn’t mind his touches, even when he kept his hand over your shoulder or back almost all the time. His touch was warm and gentle. Always. 

✧°. You weren’t uncomfortable even when he began to playfully squeeze the plush of your thigh under the canteen’s table like it was his stress ball. 

✧°. Because Rodolfo is a thigh man, you cannot convince me otherwise. If you ever happen to wear thigh socks around him, he would pass out from euphoria.

✧°. One time, he saw a basket filled with your clean clothes and a certain pair of panties caught his attention. You left the laundry room for a moment as one of your friends pulled you out for some gossip. Perv!Rudy hesitated for a while before he snapped those panties from the clothes pile and tucked them into his pants’ pocket. 

✧°. Later that evening he would inspect the cotton material, pouring between his fingers, before wrapping it around his pulsating and leaking shaft. Rodolfo would pump hips into his own fist, thinking what you would look like, sitting here beside him and helping Rudy with his aching erection. :( 

✧°. He needed your help so badly – your innocent looking eyes glued to his face, waiting for further instructions on how to satisfy Sergeant Parra by stroking his thick, meaty shaft. 

✧°. Lately, while a mission went very, very wrong – you found yourself and Rudy being taken down the river by its stream. You managed to pull yourself and Rodolfo out of the agitated waters. 

✧°. Your clothes were soaked, tightly fitting to your feminine figure and the loud gasps you took for air – it was the first thing Rudy registered after you pulled him out of the river. He felt your hand pressed against his chest as you coughed out some water. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was more than grateful and he couldn’t wait until there was a possibility to show how much he appreciated it. Sergeant found an abandoned cabin in the nearby woods – it was your camp for the night, as the dusk had fallen. 

And, oh no! Your walkie talkies were destroyed by the water! You had to wait until the rescue team would find you!

You were walking back and forth between one wall and another, trying to warm up. Every piece of clothing you and Rudy had on was drenched, the chilly air of the night only worsened the feeling of cold. 

A strong shiver shook your body and arms entangled around your torso, while his gaze was stuck on your trembling form. He was getting worried. 

━ We should take those clothes off and let them dry. ━ Rodolfo was older than you and therefore more experienced in crises like this. You knew he was right, but somehow hesitated for a moment, before removing your tactical vest.

━ Yeah, but wouldn’t it be… um, weird? 

You expressed your worries, you didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable! Just as you placed the gun holster and vest on the old, dusty table, next to his gear and weapon, the sergeant stepped closer. 

━ ¿Por qué? ━ Rudy asked, before pulling your long sleeved shirt through your head as you obediently raised your hands in the air. It took every inch of his willpower not to roam over your exposed chest with his palm. ━ If we go in the hypothermia, we’ll be dead in the morning. Nothing weird here, chiquita. 

He was right, the nights in Mexico during winter were cold and you just got out of the river. You had no extra clothes and starting a fire was off the table. 

Both of you continued stripping until all you had left was your underwear. Out of curiosity you took a look at his almost bare form, only his boxers covering some flesh. Rodolfo gathered some old blankets he found in the abandoned cabin and placed them on the floor.

Meanwhile you felt helpless – there was nothing more to do to warm yourself up. Your only option here was a walking radiator in front of you, your comrade Sergeant Parra. You stalked his movements as he moved through the room, placing blankets down. And before you knew, he was reaching his hand in your direction.

━ Ven aquí [sp.: Come here]. ━ Rudy slid himself under the big blanket, before inviting you to join. 

You didn’t hesitate for long, before laying down next to Rodolfo. You turned your back to him and grabbed the edge of the blanket, trying to keep the warm within its space. 

A little gasp escaped your mouth, when Rudy wrapped his bulky arm around your waist and pulled you into his muscular chest. His stomach was tightly clinging to the small of your back, his head almost leaning over your shoulder. The short hairs all over his thighs tickled your own limbs. 

━ You’re shaking. ━ He noticed with a worry audible in his voice. With your body pressed to his, he could feel each spasm of a muscle that indicated your early stage of hypothermia. 

━ I-It’s okay, I will w-warm up in a mi-minute. 

You were the textbook example of a woman with low blood pressure and freezing cold hands. You were almost always cold, but in a situation like this it only meant troubles – you couldn’t warm up properly. 

━ Shit, we got to do something about his, no? Don’t want you to freeze here, chica.  

Rudy’s arm that was entangled around your waist, reached down to the hem of his boxers. He took out his cock and began stroking it just like he liked it. Like he always did when thinking of you. 

━ R-Rudy, what are you…

━ Shhh ━ Rodolfo silenced you, his cheek resting a little higher than your temple ━ trust me on this one. 

When the sergeant finally was hard and aroused enough, he placed his cock between your soft thighs, so high up it clung tightly to your clothed pussy. You shifted slightly, but Rudy placed his hand on your hip, keeping you in one place.

He began slowly rolling his hips, sliding between your clenched thighs. His erect cock was almost pushing between your folds to rest between them.

━ R-Rudy, mhm. ━ You whimpered as the warmth of arousal slowly began spreading through your cold body. 

━ It feels better, yes? ━ Rodolfo asked, proud of himself and thanking the God for creating such circumstances where he could finally make you his girl. You only nodded weakly. ━ I need you to tell me, how does it feel now?

━ I-It feels g-good.

Rudy released your hip as it didn’t seem you would wriggle away now. He sneaked a hand through your hip and pubic bone to slightly pull the material of your panties to the side. Only then he could continue rubbing against your bare core, sliding easily due to your arousal. 

The tip of his cock was repeatedly teasing your swollen clit with the firm thrust of his hips. You let Rodolfo gently rock your body in a suitable rhythm. 

━ That’s right, just relax, bonita. Let me warm you up. 

Only when Rudy praised you, you managed to relax, feeling each limb more heavy and slack. His arm entangled around your waist again, the man’s palm making its way under the bra you were wearing. He wanted to play with your pretty breasts, that were tempting him for so long. 

You began to mewl and moan, when suddenly approaching your sweet climax. Your hand reached backwards to grab Rodolfo’s short hair, his heavy panting audible in your ear. 

With each thrust he kept slapping his front against your plump bum. Once he even released your breast to slap your jiggling ass and admire the red mark in the shape of his hand.

━ Rodo-oh-lfo! I’m gonna… ━ you squeezed your eyes shut, before any tears could escape them. Your little whimpers became almost pathetic ━  please. 

━ Good girl, come on, come on. You can do this. 

With a few more thrust against your sensitive nub with his throbbing cock, you felt the strong wave of ecstasy washing over you, causing the back of your head to dig into Rodolfo’s shoulder. 

Soon after you, he followed and reached sweet orgasm too – his length spasming and spurting cum onto your cunny and thighs. 

When you both began to calm down after sharing a sexual high, he turned you around to make you face him. Rudy couldn’t stop admiring your flustered face, lips slightly swollen and red. He traced their outline with his thumb, before peppering your cute face with kisses. 

Rodolfo kept your body flush to his, so no body warmth would waste as he kept praising you for being a good girl for him. He would watch over you while the side of your face sank into his chest muscles and you drifted off to sleep. 

Now, when you were properly heated, he didn’t have to worry about you getting yourself into hypothermia.

[cheriladycl01]

Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P11

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid

A/N: I feel like i haven't posted in so long because ive been stuck on this one chapter, and where the season isn't on right now i've distanced myself from F1 a little. I know this chapter is short but i fear its what i needed to get myself writing for F1 again.

You sat politely in the media pen, with a bottle of water before being directed next to Lando for a seat.

All of the media came in ready to start asking questions and interviewing you guys for the media panel.

It was the first race back for you where you’d actively talked to the media so it was a little nerve wracking knowing that you’d be asked if you were truly ready to come back or if it would be more beneficial for you to take some more time off and wait.

Having people like Lando was helpful as he was one of the people who checked up on you while you were out of races, he’d never spent prolonged periods of times away from the races when everyone else was racing so he didn’t actually know what it felt like.

But he of course wasn't Charles.

After your last conversation with the Ferrari driver he had become someone you thought about far too often for your own liking. He was constantly in the back of your mind and it was becoming very annoying.

And now that you were here, at a race and going to be back in the first time since your crash you saw him everywhere. And not just as a physical person, he was on the merch in the fan zone, and his face was plastered all over banners and every Ferrari you saw drive through the streets had you holding your breath wondering whether it could be him.

It never was, strangely since arriving on the Tuesday you never saw him. You couldnt really tell what would be better though. A large part of you wanted to see him, yell at him, hug him and be comforted by him. Another part of you just really wanted to ignore him and forget he even existed.

But at the end of the day, yours and Charles relationship in the short time you knew one another had been chaotic to say the least with everything that had gone on in your first season in F1.

Drive to survive could most likely do a whole series just on you this one season and all the scandals that had arose.

"Y/N? It's great to see you here" the interviewer smiles kindly at you, you give a polite nod back raising the mic up to your face.

"And it feels great to finally be back after all this time" you grin, putting on the face people wanted to see.

"Yeah? Do you feel like you've given yourself enough time away to heal. Do you feel confident getting back in the car?" he asks and you nod, head tilted to the side in a thoughtful way.

"I do. I think all drivers will agree that when something sets you back you pretty much everything to get back to where you were at. A lot set me back this year and i feel better than ever and get back to what I know which is the racing" you answer with a small smile.

"It's crazy how quickly the body can recover and mentally how you can come back from something like that" he praises and you nod, not sure if it was a question or not.

"It's obviously different because the stakes are higher, but if you had an accident in your workplace im sure once you've healed you'd go right back to the job in a muscle memory way with a little more caution at the back of your mind" you explain.

He moves on asking questions to the other drivers meaning you were free to zone out and look around calming your mind for the weekend ahead.

After what felt like hours too you, the panel ended and you were dismissed back to the garage. You had a snack before wondering around looking at the car and getting a feel for it. Every weekend you had been here and not driving, just looking at the data had you itching to get back in the car.

Now that you were here you wanted to sit back in the car. You hopped in to the cockpit your hand running round the halo as you slip your feet down. It felt weird being sat in the car in your team gear and not in the racesuit, but just holding the wheel and checking all the buttons were still in the same place as when you'd left, which looking back on after you'd checked you felt silly.

"Feeling ready for the actual test tomorrow?" Alex asks coming over from his side of the garage, having been watching you for the last 5 minutes wondering if too bother you or not.

"Mmmm? Oh yeah i think so, just a lot on my mind" you say looking up at the boy who'd become like an older brother too you.

"You're gonna be just fine. You'll prove them all wrong" Alex grins and you cock your head to the side in confusion.

"I don't even know who i have to prove myself too anymore. I- just wanna drive with no expectation but i cant really do that here can i" you laugh a little bit.

"I mean, you could. Not sure how long you'd have this job for though" he jokes and you nod.

"Mmmm yeah i guess i should try. Maybe we can even gets some points tomorrow. I do feel like i've let you all down"

"You haven't, you've been healing and having a difficult time from ... what Lily's told me" he admits slowly your head shooting out to look at him.

"Sh-she told you?" You ask.

"Yeah, I know that you didn't want her to, don't take this oiut on her but she was worried about you going into this weekend and seeing him after what happened and i just wanted to let you know i am here for you and always will be. Whatever you need, an escape, a hug, a tow. I am more than just your teammate okay?" he explains rubbing your shoulder, tears filling up your waterline as you look up at him, before you head flops againt his arm.

"Thank you Alex" you sniff.

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[shima-draws]

OOUGHHH been thinking about Grovyle lately and how much I just *clenches fists* love him. Listen to me. Listen,

He is the character of all time. He’s introduced as a wanted criminal stealing something SO forbidden that even the worst Pokemon criminals won’t even touch. That immediately shoots his coolness factor through the ROOF. And the fact that nobody is able to catch him;; AND we see that he’s ridiculously clever and smart and can worm his way out of just about any situation with a bit of quick thinking. And he’s always surrounded in this air of mystery and intrigue and you’re set up to think well yeah he’s stealing Time Gears and stopping time everywhere OBVIOUSLY he has to be an asshole. Except during your first encounter with him he’s very calm and collected and shockingly polite, and even apologizes when he attacks you?? Basically just the opposite of what you’d expect from a criminal. And then to top it off you find out he’s from the FUTURE?? Which is SO sick. And he’s got some secret history with Dusknoir. And when he’s finally captured and being brought into Treasure Town all tied up he doesn’t even act out UNTIL Dusknoir mentions the planet’s paralysis. Which is the first hint you get that things are a leetle sus.

And when you get taken to the future and are about to be executed…he helps you? He has literally zero obligation to do so, esp since you’ve attacked him before. And there’s another subtle hint that maybe deep down he’s got a soft side, that he’s actually not a bad person. And it’s heartbreaking bc he finally knows someone else who is a common enemy of Dusknoir, and he clearly wants to team up with you, bc all this time he’d been by himself in the past and having people he can trust would make things so much easier (and it’s startling how easy he trusts others, too, especially considering everything he’s been through). But your partner isn’t having it and you can FEEL the disappointment he feels that he’s not able to convince you, that you aren’t going to work together, that he can’t have someone else to rely on besides himself. But that little spark, that glimmer of hope comes back when you catch up to him and you’re like yeah we’re going to decide for ourselves what we think about all this. And you find out from Celebi that Grovyle’s always been hasty, always hurrying ahead to try and achieve his goals, and it’s admirable but also regrettable bc he doesn’t ever have time for anything else.

And THEN you discover the truth…that he’s been your partner all along…and he speaks of you so fondly and has such faith in you that he’s totally fine leaving things to you and letting himself get captured because he trusts you SO much. And the despair right after when he finds out you’ve been traveling alongside him the entire time. His precious partner is also going to get captured and executed and the world is doomed to fall into disrepair. But then your partner ignites that spark of hope again and it’s enough, and you make it back to the past, and suddenly things are different but in a good way because Grovyle suddenly has someone to rely on again, even without a memory to go with it. But he can also tell that because of your amnesia he’s no longer important to you, not by choice of course, but you’ve found someone else, a partner suited for you that brings out the best in you. And that’s fucking heartbreaking because everything the two of you shared is gone now, and you’ve moved on, and even though you’re THERE you’re also so far away and so different from the person he once knew. But he knows he has to let you go, had to from the start anyway, because of the sacrifice you were prepared to make. That BOTH of you were prepared to make. And despite the fact that you have no memory he still. Trusts you. Completely. Enough to sacrifice himself to take Dusknoir back to the future. And believe that you’ll follow through with the vow you made and prevent the planet’s paralysis. And he KNOWS you will so he doesn’t know how much time he has left but it doesn’t matter because he’s been prepared to disappear, to die knowing that he’s saved the future, that he made his mark and was able to shine in his finest moments. He can leave this world knowing he did what he set out to do and he made a difference and things will be better for everyone he’s leaving behind. Shut up. Shut UP. I care about him so much I am GOING to explode. THE character ever. You don’t understand,

[strang3lov3]

Questions tag game!! Ty for the tag @covetyou !! ♡

Do you make your bed? Not very well. I straighten everything out but my barbarian of a fiance sleeps like a tornado so there's really no use in making it actually nice. I also leave most blankets untucked because my cat Jojo loves to sleep under the covers all day so I like to make sure he won't get stuck anywhere, has an easy way in and out. You get it.

Favorite number? 69 obviously. The best number.

What's your job? Full-time student, and later I'll be a teacher!

If you could go back to school, would you? I'm in school, so...I guess I'll just say I don't plan on doing more than getting my bachelor's. And I wouldn't go back to high school ever.

Can you parallel park? Fffffffuck no. Nope. I managed to do it for my driver's test when I was 16, and I haven't done it since. I also can't back into a parking spot.

Do you think aliens are real? Of course. My father in law once said something to me about how he really had a lot of respect for Dave Grohl until he learned he believes in UFOs and I think that's so funny. Also, he's a self-proclaimed music nerd but claims that punk has never been political. He said he misses when Green Day only wrote songs about jerking off instead of politics....Idk. I think he might be the one on another fucking planet LMAO

Can you drive a manual car? I can, actually!! I drove a stick-shift 2008 Honda Civic for two years! The clutch had to be replaced within five months of me driving that car 😬 My fiance says he shudders to think of what I did to that car lol.

What's your guilty pleasure? None!! I'm pretty shameless about everything I find enjoyable and I just don't feel guilt for liking what I like.

Tattoos? 14 now. I'm trying to prioritize getting filler on my arms so my tattoos look nice and connected on my wedding day. I also plan to get a crawling panther and cheetah on my back soon, and cover up my linework tats I got when I was 18.

Favorite color? Light blue.

Do you like puzzles? Depends on the puzzle. I fuck with a jigsaw puzzle but most other puzzles I really fucking hate. Like a Rubik's Cube and those weird metal puzzles make me feel stupid lol.

Any phobias? Mhmmmmm. Three. They're all pretty debilitating because they're all so unavoidable. And also, people can be pretty like, not understanding about these things and they make me feel silly and dramatic. But the nature of phobias is that they're irrational and can't always be helped. I wouldn't choose to be this afraid of things if I had any say in the matter, but I don't so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Emetephobia (fear of vomiting) - Last year, every time I went out to eat for about nine months, I'd wake up in the middle of the night and vomit. These experiences have traumatized me on some level so anytime my stomach feels weird - be it hunger, anxiety, pain, etc. I freak out and panic and cry for hours. Like this kinda happens 1-2 times every week.

Blood Injury Injection (BII) phobia - Pretty much what it sounds like. I do not like to see blood, my own or anyone else's (though period blood is different to me and doesn't make me squeamish). I can't look at injuries no matter how small - like that paper cut scene in Everything Everywhere really bothered me and I had to shut off the movie. Injections really freak me out too and I will avoid having my blood drawn at all costs. I know I have a lot of tattoos but I also have them separated in my mind. It's just a different animal to me.

Entomophobia (fear of bugs) - I can't do it. All bugs, big or small, scare the bejesus out of me. I won't sleep in my bedroom if I find a bug in there. Once, I opened up my jar of peanut butter and found it full of ants which was one of the most disturbing things I've ever experienced in real life. Most of my nightmares are all bug related too. Like centipedes in my hair is a common one

Favorite childhood sport? I was a gymnast and a diver. I didn't like team sports so gymnastics was great for me! At 11 I developed Osgood-Schlatter disease which causes severe pain in the knees which kinda sucks when you're a gymnast and you rely on your knees for a lot. So I quit gymnastics to dive instead, which was great because I could flip and still have fun. But after fucking up a dive, I became really scared of the sport and that was it for me. From then on, I focused on art instead of sports.

Do you talk to yourself? Nope. I talk endlessly to others though.

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[ultravioletqueen]

new post from graves of eden! This time about the calm before the storm😈and the designs of the gentlemen grave as angels!

I'll talk a little about everyone's dynamic before the events with lord unknown happened.

Both Julia and Nina were interested in Andrew, however there was no animosity between them, I would say that regardless of Andrew's decision they would both have been understanding and happy for the one chosen.

However, Andrew did not choose (even though he had interest in Julia in this au) because if he did he feared the angels would treat him differently and he would leave Ashley alone since being married he would no longer be able to watch her and he knew that she could not going to handle herself fine (also partly because he likes Ashley to depend on him).

Ashley only got along with Julia and Andrew, however with Nina she was a special case, since Nina felt too intimidated by Ashley to interact with her and Ashley always gave off animosity towards Nina because she was jealous that being the new would receive more attention from everyone.

Julia used to be the peacemaker of the group, normally when Ashley had an argument with Andrew about how he treated Nina Ashley would go straight to Julia and she would let her vent her frustrations about Andrew and how she thought it was unfair that the angels treated Nina better the little time she has been with them compared to how they have treated Ashley for years since her childhood.

Julia was trying to look out for Nina and Ashley equally, trying to get these two to interact more and get along better but obviously there was never any progress on the part of either girl.

Andrew and Julia were mom and dad friends, because of this Andrew saw Julia as the perfect candidate to be his wife but at the same time he was also afraid of such a big commitment.

Nina followed Andrew like a lost puppy, due to 1) her childish crush on him and 2) she wanted to know everything about how it was like to live in the garden, Andrew was always polite with Nina but he found her somewhat annoying since he had enough with Ashley following him everywhere and appreciated the little alone time he had for himself.

Nina was created as an adult in the garden, however her mind was very youthful and childish, therefore it was quite easy to trick her into a secluded part of the garden, the rest is history and I will talk about it in a future post.

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¡nuevo post de graves of eden! Esta vez de la calma antes de la tormenta😈¡y los diseños de los señores graves como ángeles!

Hablaré un poco de la dinámica de todos antes de que los eventos con lord unknown sucedieran.

Tanto julia como nina estaban interesadas en andrew, sin embargo no había ninguna animosidad entre ellas, diría que independientemente de la decisión de andrew las dos hubieran sido comprensivas y estarían felices por la elegida.

Sin embargo andrew no escogía(pese a que tenía interés por julia en este au) debido a que si lo hacía temia los ángeles lo trataran de forma diferente y dejaría a ashley sola ya que al estar casado ya no podría vigilarla y sabía que ella no se las iba a arreglar bien sola(también en parte porque le gusta que ashley dependa de el).

Ashley solo se llevaba bien con julia y andrew, sin embargo con nina fue un caso especial, ya que nina se sentía demasiado intimidada con ashley para interactuar con ella y ashley siempre desprendía animosidad hacia nina debido a que tenía celos de que al ser la nueva recibiera más atencion de todos.

Julia solía ser la pacificadora del grupo, normalmente cuando ashley tenía alguna discusión con andrew por como trataba a nina ashley iba directo a julia y esta le dejaba desahogar sus frustraciones sobre andrew y como pensaba que era injusto que los ángeles trataran mejor a nina el poco tiempo que ha estado con ellos en comparación a como han tratado a ashley por años desde su infancia.

Julia trataba de velar por nina y ashley por igual, inteanto hacer que estas dos interactuaran más y se llevarán mejor pero obviamente nunca hubo progreso por parte de ninguna de las dos chicas.

Andrew y julia eran los amigos mamá y papá, debido a esto andrew veía a julia como la candidata perfecta para ser su esposa pero al mismo tiempo también tenia miedo de un compromiso tan grande.

Nina seguía a andrew como un cachorro perdido, debido a 1)su crush infantil por el y 2)quería saber todo de cómo se vivía en el jardín, andrew siempre fue educado con nina pero la encontraba algo molesta ya que tenia suficiente con ashley siguiéndolo a todas partes y apreciaba el poco tiempo a solas que el tenia para si mismo.

Nina fue creada como adulta en el jardin, sin embargo su mente era muy juvenil e infantil, por lo tanto fue bastante fácil de engañar para llevarla a una parte apartada del jardín, el resto es historia y lo hablaré en un futuro post.

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YOU'RE ALSO DOING AN EPIC THE MUSICAL HERMIT AU?? :O

TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT /nf ofc I'm just really curious as to how our ideas compare and contrast :D

I'll be honest it's not really set in stone. It started as a joke concept of Boat Boys since I was talking to my friend about how they're obsessed but infatuated like how Odysseus is with Penelope in the Odessey.

<Massive ramble incoming>

It's very loosely based on Epic since there's some things in epic that would be hard to work around and also I feel bad putting some people in certain roles. Since it's loosely based on it, everything I post about it won't always be following the story because I had this really stupid idea of Grian following Scar to the underworld after he died bc he's in love. /silly

Over all its a very stupid au.

Mainly its Joel fighting in the war for years so he can return to Etho. Unlike Odysseus though, Joel carries an oar given to him from Etho everywhere he goes. The end is sharpened into a spear and is enchanted with fire aspect. The bands wrapped around his arms are from Scar who believes they will bring him safety. Throughout the journey, Joel will cycle through a lot of looks as he grows in age and changes. Near the end of the war and beginning of the story, he's inspired by his Stratos outfit. As he's in the underworld his hair grows out and covers more, he looks more like (my design) of Bad Boy Joel from Limited Life. Only difference is that instead of his hair being wild, it's long braids that he's never touched. And then when he finally returns home he'll look more like his skins in the early Life Series with long hair, long beard and obviously out for blood. He's a man with a trail of bodies and isn't afraid to leave more.

Beef takes the place of Eurlylocus, as Joel's second in command and a brother in arms. Beef is the one of the people always by his side and knows what Joel is fighting for. He makes the most level headed decisions but won't hesitate when he thinks it's time to kill or leave. While Joel wants a peaceful way out, Beef will do what it takes to make sure their men survive. When perishing in the storm, Beef is found with Scar in the underworld. Speaking of llamas-

Scar takes the place of Polites. Throughout the story the amount of scars he has grows from his working on the ship. Most on his face and chest are from the war, but a good portion of the ones on his arms are from working on the galley. He uses a bow and his sharp aim had gained him a title in the war, but he's actually fairly strong, tying ropes around his arms and fallen men to drag them across the battlefield. He'll tie the rope to multiple oars on the ship so people can have breaks. A lot of his scars are barely seen as scars now and more as his stories. A walking display of honour and comradery. Some say he was blessed by one of the gods for his silliness and bravery. Sometimes being near him you can hear faint laughter. Some think it's the messenger god. Others believe it's the vex that haunt the lotus eaters. Scar is a mystery to a lot of them.

Now that we got the boring ones out of the way (/that's a joke, I love them)

THE GODS

From what ones I've posted so far there's a few that I think I've finally settled on.

Skizz takes the place of Posiden. And yeah yeah I hear you, Xb would've made a great Posiden he's literally known for guardian stuff. But while I agree, I think Skizz would make a better fit to match the energy and motives from the musical.

Instead of Skizz having a son and that's what sends him into drowning Joel's ship, Skizz made a friend. Which is odd for the gods seeing as they're above everything. Skizz found a cyclops one day on the shores with his sheep. He would spend his days around it til eventually the cyclops just told him he knew he was there. Weirdly enough, he ended up becoming really attached to this cyclops. They became close friends and something that Skizz really cared about, even if he couldn't see him that often without being caught or seen. When Skizz returns one day to see that his friend is blinded and suffering, he goes into a rage and follows Joel to make him pay.

The cyclops is Impulse. He's kind, but if you wrong him then it's over. His sheep were a gift from Skizz and to have them slaughtered is a crime that won't go unpunished.

Gem is Athena. I actually struggled with who to make Athena because so many of them would make a great Athena. Honestly all the female hermits I've struggled with. Gem is Athena, the god of wisdom and war. She helps Joel until she realises the mistake she's made and leaves him to suffer his own consequences. Gem can take the disguise of a deer and sometimes owl. She was gifted her two fish, Aylin and Lucien, by whoever will be Circe. One of the moon and one of light. They are disguised under her cloak as a part of the patterns she wears but are used as messangers and omens for those who look. Her fish are actually how she found out that Skizz had gotten attached to Impulse. She promised she wouldn't tell and mostly teases him about it.

GRIAN. Ough sorry but I LOVE how Hermes is depicted in Epic. There's no way I couldn't make him Grian. He has a habit of watching everything that's happening. Especially with Scar. He'd whiz through the battlefield unseen by the gods just to grant him small blessings at a time to aid his fight. When he returned eventually to the ship and found that a bunch of men had died, including Scar, he started taking longer trips to the underworld. It's not often he stops to sightsee. Always places to go, places to be, orders to be carried out and messages to be sent. But for once he doesn't take the quickest route. Will take detours. He won't get close, he never has and never will. But he'll spot Scar's spirit mindlessly singing and spreading hope throughout the underworld, and will enjoy it for only a moment before leaving. When helping Joel, he wants nothing more than to see him escape safely. Though he does mess with him a bit. Pulling a few pranks here and there until he reveals himself. After the underworld saga, Grian is seen carrying Scar's old bow that had been blessed by him. If anyone asks he'd just say that he was taking back what was rightfully his. He has no use for it, but it is his none the less.

Circe and Aeolus are still in the works because as I said before, I keep switching the female hermits to and fro and can't decide. Though I've got an idea of who I want them to be.

Idk man this whole au was supposed to be a joke to teach my friend about the Odessey through Epic and it somehow became serious and I really like it and like designing it and oh my god I cannot wait for Thunder saga because then we get to see more of the full pantheon and I already have ideas of who's gonna be who.

But yeah. That's ehhh.... That's all I can think of off the top of my head. What's hard is not confusing this with my Hades au which is a whole 'nother can of worms I do NOT wanna touch rn XD

[bookshelvesandtealeaves]

✨ BOOK REVIEW ✨

Heavenly Tyrant by Xiran Jay Zhao

⭐️⭐️⭐️.75

QOTD: What are you reading this weekend?

I’m planning to finish A Gentleman’s Gentleman by TJ Alexander this morning then spend the rest of the weekend reading Our Infinite Fates by Laura Steven (both are ARCs)

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Overall I did enjoy this one, but I feel a little conflicted tbh.

I thought the political plot, all the different political movements and reforms and the anti-reform groups that popped up were really interesting. I kind of wish MORE focus was put on the actual discussion and making of the new laws despite how much time was already spent focusing on politics.

I loved Zetian’s plotting. Everything she works towards, everything she fights against, had me rooting for her. I also came to really like the Emperor. I thought he was a fascinating character. I especially liked the push and pull between him and Zetian. Enemies AND lovers? I’m down.

I liked the inclusion of more incredible female characters and Zetian having female friends finally. I really loved Wan’er in particular.

But the pacing was all over the place and a lot that I liked in book one seemed to be dropped from this book. I understood why the polyamorous relationship in particular couldn’t be a part of this book, but it was honestly my favourite thing about book one and it left this one lacking a little.

This book also definitely needed a better editor. SO many clunky sentences that needed better wording.

I’m also rather annoyed that EVERYWHERE when you google says this is a duology and yet I now have to wait an unknown time for book 3? This obviously isn’t a fault with the book itself but I wish marketing were more clear about series because this is not the first time this has happened lmao.

[nevertheblood]

Trick or treat!

HIIIIII thank you for the ask <33

I remember that you liked love in the vein 👀 so I bring some WIP from the same royalty AU-verse... technically it is an epilogue to the whole fic but I don't know if I'll ever get so far as to publish everything (there's a lot of fantasy politics shenanigans involving Verlaine and a GREAT deal of angst before we get to happily married adult skk....) so just in case it never makes it out there into the world, here's some fluffy pregchuu smut !!

[NSFW, trans male chuuya, pregnant sex, mentions of improper binding (due to historical setting), probably the soppiest most saccharine nonsense you've ever read in your life but I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY.... they go through a lot.... that I didn't write yet 😭]

anyways pls enjoy your treat!! happy early halloween 🎃🕸️🍬👻

The servants know by now to leave their chambers well alone at this hour. This time, after the sun has climbed above the horizon but before the bell in the banquet hall sounds for breakfast, is all theirs. As far as they’re concerned, within those precious hours, aeons could pass, their kingdom could rise or fall outside the bedroom door, and they would be none the wiser; lost in their own domain, the wonderland of one another.

Once, when they were much younger, still in the process of learning how to love, Dazai had said I want to kiss you everywhere. When we’re married, I promise I will. The list of Dazai’s sins is probably longer than he would like to admit, but he doesn’t break his promises to Chuuya. Not anymore, not ever again.

Today, Chuuya’s skin is sun-warmed, sweat-salted, and Dazai’s mouth maps the curves and hollows of his body with practiced cleverness.

“Do you know,” Dazai says, his breath a caress on Chuuya’s hipbone, “Why I first fell in love with you?”

“Why?” Chuuya replies, in the half-attentive tone of someone who’s sort of heard this story before but really wouldn’t mind hearing it again. Dazai, of course, indulges him.

“You were always—” he presses a kiss to the place where Chuuya’s hip and thigh meet, and Chuuya shivers, “—so full—” another kiss, this time closer to the inner thigh, “—of life.”

Chuuya laughs quietly. “Is that what you’d call it?” “Obviously.” For once, Dazai’s tone is completely serious. “It can’t have been easy, to find out in your mid-teens that you weren’t what the world had told you you were. But the whole time, you were so… so bright. You burned through the hardship, like a little phoenix. It was beautiful.”

“You had your own hardships,” Chuuya says softly, “And they were very different from mine.” “I know,” Dazai says, “But seeing you… it made me want to live, too. Like you wanted to live.” Chuuya looks at him, from where he’s lying back against the pillows. “This was years ago,” he says. “Why are you telling me this now?” “You are more full of life now than ever,” Dazai answers quietly, before placing the gentlest of kisses on Chuuya’s stomach, “There is life growing in you. And I am so in love with you for it.”

Chuuya reaches out one hand to tangle in Dazai’s hair, teasing out the morning bedhead curls. “It gives you the will to live?” “Something like that.” “You want to know why I fell in love with you?” Dazai props himself up on his hands, holding himself carefully over Chuuya’s body, and shifts upwards on the bed, close enough that Chuuya can kiss his nose, which he does. “Tell me?”

“You like to think of yourself as a terrible person, but you aren’t. You’re actually rather selfless.” “Oh?” Dazai takes Chuuya’s hand where it’s resting next to his head, kisses his fingertips softly. “And what makes you such an impeccable judge of character?” “Despite everything,” Chuuya says, curling his fingers around Dazai’s, “That whole time, you loved me. I felt it so strongly. You hated yourself, you hated this world, so much, but you loved me.” Dazai smiles, a little ruefully. “I think that’s still true, actually.” “Stupid,” Chuuya says, flicking him in the head with one well-aimed finger. “This… almost-life that’s inside me. You put it there, didn’t you?”

Dazai rubs his forehead, disgruntled. “I sure hope it was me. What’s your point?” “You have such capacity for life, you suicidal idiot,” Chuuya says, folding his arms around Dazai’s neck, pulling him in closer, “And I won’t ever let you forget it.” “Enough philosophising, already,” Dazai says, sliding one hand under Chuuya’s thigh, squeezing in a way that makes Chuuya blush bright red, “Wasn’t I busy kissing you?” Chuuya splutters indignantly. “You started the philosophising, asshole.”

“Maybe I did. So what?” Sixteen years they’ve known each other, and Dazai’s favourite hobby is probably still finding new ways to get Chuuya riled up. “Shut up and kiss me before I wring your stupid neck.” Or maybe Dazai’s favourite hobby is kissing Chuuya. The jury is still out. “Gladly.” This time, his lips stay glued to Chuuya’s, while his hands do the wandering, letting his senses remind him of everything so tenderly familiar and everything so painfully new. For one thing, Chuuya is binding less frequently, these days, the changes in his body making everything just this side of too painful, and the tangible, ever-present lines on his skin around his ribs and underarms normally left by the press of the bandages are less noticeable to the touch. He’s put weight on, too, which he gripes about but Dazai adores, the way the smooth flesh around Chuuya’s waist, hips, thighs, dips and yields like warm clay under Dazai’s hands, every angle of his body turning softer, rounder.

Dazai is no cartographer, despite the hours his father and Kunikida had spent trying to teach him, but he’d gladly make a thousand charts of the topography of Chuuya’s body, his index and middle finger his compass, measuring each line and curve in perfect design.  His hand pauses at Chuuya’s bare hip, silently questioning. Chuuya seems to hear his request and parts his legs just a little, allowing his husband’s exacting hands to slide between his spread thighs. “Chuuya,” Dazai says, the name a sigh against their kiss, “First thing in the morning and you’re already so wet for me.”

“I dreamed of you,” Chuuya says, voice a little floaty like he’s still halfway in the dream itself. “Yeah?” Dazai teases him, fingertips circling where he knows Chuuya wants him to touch, “What happened?” “You bent me over the writing-desk and fucked me ‘til I screamed,” Chuuya says dreamily, “You haven’t been that rough with me in ages. You know I like it when you’re a little insane.”

Despite himself, Dazai feels just a touch guilty. “I--” “Hush,” Chuuya cuts him off, eyes soft. “I know why you’re treating me gently. I don’t mind it.” “It’s okay?” Dazai slips one finger inside, breath catching in his throat at the way Chuuya feels around him. “More than okay.” Chuuya makes a quiet ‘nn’ sound of pleasure, eyelids fluttering as Dazai crooks his finger. “Ah, please--”

Chuuya is beautiful like this, so beautiful. The way his hair falls over one shoulder, curling as it begins to stick to his skin, framing the healing bites and bruises Dazai’s already left along the column of his throat in bright orange like neat embroidery. The way he whimpers quietly, covering his mouth with the back of one hand, trying to act like he’s not quite so affected as he is by the curl of Dazai’s fingers inside. The way he moves his body, lifting his hips upwards, trying to fuck himself harder on Dazai’s hand, clinging tight to his husband, a life raft in the ocean of their bed. “Nnngh, Osamu,” Chuuya pants, and Dazai’s head still spins a little even though his first name has become much more common-use since their marriage, “Need you inside me.” And what kind of prince would Dazai be to deny his beloved consort anything?