#she is literally the most beautiful woman in this entire planet

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Odyssey - an opinion on Odysseus

Tw: reference to sexual assault, coercision, rape in abstract terms as themes.

Currently reading the Odyssey for the first time and there are 2 interpretations it feels like you can make with Odysseus and his intereactions with characters like Calypso.

He's an unloyal twat who willingly sleeps with everyone woman he can (I feel like this seems to be the most popular female oriented take from what I know of a lot of modern retellings)

That actually, Odysseus has very little choice. The women he sleeps with are goddesses who entrap him in someway and the reality is that his one consistent goal is to get back to Penelope, the clever wife he loves. In effect Odysseus pretty much is being coerced and forced into these sexual relationships. Take Calypso for example, he can't kill her, can't leave, can't persuade her to let him go. He spends the years he's there crying, sobbing, desperate to leave but lays in her bed at night when she asks him to. This to me doesn't seem like a man who wants to be doing that, wants to be betraying his wife, but instead a man who has little choice. Admittedly as well, it's made clear that the goddesses (Calypso and Circe) have a sort of magic when it comes to coercing and getting people to do what they want and it's made clear that Calypso's goal is to have Odysseus stay as her husband forever. The moment he has a chance to leave, after Hermes forces Calypso's hand, he does so, refusing to stay and turning down immortality and by all accounts one of the most beautiful creatures on the planet. There are multiple women, mortal and immortal, in the books who are described as desiring Odysseus and as extremely beautiful. The immortal he sleeps with, but the mortal he does not despite the opportunities afforded him. This to me suggests he only sleeps with the immortal ones because he has very little real choice, who is he to go against a goddess? I personally believe that if he had a real choice, he would have been celibate for those 20 years until he returned home.

I think it's really easy to judge Odysseus at face value, that he's a cheat and liar and that he didn't have to do these things. But to me, my personal interpretation (which is what it is, you can have a different one and that's fine!) is that this man, this highly intelligent man, adores his wife, wants to be back home, but has very little choice. That at best he sleeps with these goddesses knowing that it will enable his survival and at worst he's literally forced through the coercive nature that is a goddess and her powers. It doesn't seem to me, especially with Calypso, that he wants to be there, that he really wants her or cares for her or desires her, it seems like a motion, something he has to do because he's forced to. This man spends his entire time crying and I suspect if he could have he would have killed her, but who can kill a goddess? A daughter of Atlas? Certainly not him.

It strikes me as well, that if he really were that much of a rake, then the mortal women he comes across who are described as beautiful and desiring him, he would also sleep with or even marry and stay with. But he doesn't.

It may be an unpopular interpretation, but I actually really like Odysseus and I personally believe he has little choice in these flawed actions and that in reality he's a victim, I don't believe Homer puts it forth as some sort of romantic ideal or the hero being rewarded.

Obviously, you don't have to agree. You can have your own opinion and that's fine.

[sunofpandora]

This a concept im exploring for a new Neteyam x reader series I’m working on called ‘Virago.’

A story about a warrior!reader X neteyam who’s been raised with a ‘I don’t need anyone but myself’ mindset.

The story follows the path of Neteyam and the reader finding sanctuary within eachother and the reader trusting neteyam to protect her even from battles that aren’t his to fight.

I love the idea of projecting some of Jake and Neytiri’s live story elements into Neteyam x Reader works.

As I’m writing this, something came to me that I think should be shared 🤷🏽‍♀️

Before anyone comes for me, I just wanna say I love Jeytiri with a passion.

Don’t get me wrong. Jake and neytiri raised this fandom. The og’s fr. I’m telling my kids and my grandkids about them. They are my favorite love story.

A man who leaves his entire planet for the woman he loves?

Ugh. We all need a Jake.

…BUT

What if In the next avatar movie Neytiri can’t find herself to forgive Jake?

Not to the point where it forms a void between them to a point of resentment, but in a general sense of starting to loose some trust in him?

The RDA returning is in no way, shape or form Jake’s fault, and neither is Neteyam’s death.

But Neytiri entrusted Jake and held him to his promises when he vowed to protect their children, and a good 70% of that movie were the kids being kidnapped, bullied, kidnapped, threatened, tied up, abducted, and just generally traumatized because of someone from Jake’s past life.

Jake sully is a character who is haunted by his own shadow.

According to the visual dictionary,

“Jake is tempered by his concerns for his family and the guilt he feels for the lives he lost all those years ago.”

Truly a tragic character in his own rite.

He can never seem to escape this shadow of who he used to be.

Quite literally being hunted down by a former enemy.

But let’s discuss Neytiri for a moment.

A woman of the forest, fierce and beautiful. Loyal to her people and her culture.

She will never truly understand every aspect of the repercussions of Jake’s actions.

Why? Because Jake has embraced the motto of ‘the family protector’

Which is a positive feat, of course.

And that he does. Jake proves himself to be a good father and protective of his children 100%.

But Neytiri looks at this side of Jake’s past life through a window.

Not a mirror.

A window of

‘Oh. The sky people are gone. My family is safe’.

And then colonel Scarface 2.0 comes back to fuck her shit up.

Jake is a good father. May that fact not be lost on us as audience.

I wish sometimes we could see into the tortured mind of Neytiri.

But we can’t. So let’s review some facts.

Where does Jake come from? Earth.

Who did he work for? The RDA.

What does the RDA do? Mine resources and fuck shit up.

Neytiri’s father, sister, ikran, son, a good portion of the fellow na’vi who were apart of the omaticaya in the first movie? Dead.

What do these things have in common?

All their lives were taken by the RDA and the humans.

I’m not usually one to quote myself, but for those of you who have read my fic ‘diaphanous’

“Trust is a fragile thing. And most protect fragile things.”

“It's a cruel joke, really. Disguising something as binding as affection, to cradle someone's heart within the palms of your hands, to build it a home out of glass and shatter it.”

Neytiri trusted Jake.

Jake says to her,

“Look I've got nothing. I got no plan. But I can protect this family, that I can do. But I know one thing. Wherever we go, this family is our fortress.”

He can protect his family….that he can do…

[yourtouchismidas]

Blurb idea

Matty and rg taking Gigi to get her ears pierced because she’s been begging them for ages and mattys all protective dad and doesn’t want her to have them done

i love this. i think matty makes gigi wait until she is eight years old. then, the day after her eighth birthday, she wakes you guys up and simply says "you promised." and you did. so it's off to town you go to get her ears pierced.

gigi skips ahead of you guys into town, holding shay's hand and whispering that maybe if mum and dad see how easy it is and how cool she will definitely be about then maybe they will drop the wait til youre eight rule for shay and let her get them done earlier.

so they go into claires in the mall and you ask for an ear piecing for your daughter, and matty hangs behind quietly with shay in his arms until they lead gigi over to the seat and he starts asking "so you sanitize the needle right? like it's clean" and "like do most kids cry when they get it done? how much does it hurt them?" and "you wont make her bleed will you? like you'll be careful?" and you're rolling your eyes at the woman who is just saying "yes sir," and "it will sting a little but then it's over," and gigi gets in the chair all confident and chooses her earrings, little gold studs, and then they put the gun to her ear and matty says "gi hold my hand" and she is like "dad i'm fine" but he says "it's not for you, hold my hand" and so she does and squeezes it tight for him.

when the first piercing goes in there is a moment of silence when gigi goes white but her ear goes bright red and matty squeaks, and gigi, trying to be brave, blinks back tears and says "ow" and matty says "you okay? baby you okay?" and the panic in his voice makes gigi cry even though she is saying "i'm fine," through her tears.

"matty, get out," you say.

"what?"

"take shay and go get a pretzel," you say, taking gigis hand "you're stressing her out."

"i'm not stressing her out, i'm taking it seriously."

"it's an ear piercing matthew, you literally have them yourself."

"yes but this is my baby's skin. her tiny ears. its a million times more precious than mine."

"exactly why you cant be here. go. pretzel."

you shove him gently on the chest and he goes, huffing.

"ready?" you ask gigi, and she sniffs and nods and rolls her eyes and says "sorry about my dad," to the woman, "he's just obsessed with me."

you leave claires, gigi skipping ahead of you, looking at her freshly pierced ears any reflection and grinning. matty is leaning up against the wall outside, shay at his ankles, both covered in cinnamon sugar dust.

"let me see, beautiful" he says, and holds gigi's face with both his big hands and says "wow! so pretty"

"right?" gigi says and then starts whining for a pretzel because shay got one and shay is whining because gigi got her ears pierced and she didnt and matty picks up his youngest again and grabs gigi in a tight tight hug and says "i love you so much baby, i love you."

gigi squirms and wriggles out saying "dad you're so weird," and he straightens up and smiles because he knows that she knows she is the most loved kid on the entire planet, only matched by her little sister who he holds close now before she gets to the age she starts calling him weird too.

[secretly-a-catamount]

(@ashpkat I finally started working on this again.)

  “I don’t suppose you have a plan to sit through an interview for the Daily Planet, do you, Mr. Hunt?”

  Callum Hunt’s grey eyes flicked to the reporter —  he was right, it was America’s Prodigal Son, their (literal) golden boy Superman, although, of course, in disguise as a regular everyday citizen — and then back to his champagne-filled glass, deciding that after an entire evening of forced social niceties at a gala he hadn’t wanted to host, he, quite frankly, deserved to spit the first rude thing that came to his mind at his . . . he took a long sip of his drink . . . one-sided workplace adversary. “Not from you, Stewart.”

  Aaron, to his credit, simply took the barbed words in stride, pulled out the chair across from Call, and seated himself. His every movement was infuriatingly beautiful and gracefully-inhuman, hell, the man himself was infuriatingly beautiful, he looked perfect, he acted perfect, he was perfect. God, how Call hated him.

  Aaron steepled his fingers together, “Well, I’m the only reporter from the Daily Planet here right now.” He had the audacity to smile. His teeth were as white and straight as he was.

  “So I suppose I just imagined Tamara Rajavi clinging to your arm earlier as you entered the building?” It took Call a moment to find the bronze-skinned woman wearing a camera around her neck and the brightest red dress he’d ever seen. She stood by the punch fountain studying her half-emptied glass as if it where the most interesting thing in the world, although Call thought the behavior had something more to do with fending off the handsy old man she’d just manage to pry away from her body than a genuine interest in crystal glassware.

  “Tamara’s here as a photographer, Jasper called in sick.” Aaron said, following Call’s gaze with his own. His golden brows furrowed.

  “Excuse me,” he got up from the table hastily, leaving his notebook and pen behind. “I have to go . . . help her before she punches someone.”

  He wove through the crowd of people easily, as if it were second nature, as if he had grown up inside the rings of Gotham’s high society instead of on a farm in rural Kansas. Call’s eyes lingered on the other man’s retreating back longer than he wanted to admit, thoughts tumbling through his head, before he forcefully turned his attention back to the table and the champagne in his hand. Call sucked in a hissing breath at the sight of black ink spilling from the pen Aaron had left uncapped, staining the pristine white tablecloth. He grabbed the pen, and then, after a moment of reflection, dragged the notepad over to him as well.

———————————————————————

  When Aaron had finally returned, Tamara Rajavi trailing in his wake, he’d found his pen capped and set in an emptied champagne glass, the cotton tablecloth splattered with dry ink, and a series of paragraphs scribbled across yellowing paper in a tight, looping scrawl. The reporters had mingled some more, gathered their things, and then left, Tamara driving, Aaron studying the handwritten papers.

  “Well,” Tamara said, “at least we know he’s still a dick.” She took a quick swig of her lemonade. “On the clock as a superhero or not.” Lounging on Aaron’s rickety couch, heels discarded, blood-red dress with its plunging necklace exchanged for an old t-shirt and soft shorts, hair unbraided, and eyes halfway closed, she looked very comfortable. Aaron was glad for his friend, even if he wished he could feel some of the same solace.

  “I thought he was remarkably civil.” Aaron responded, posture knife-straight as he typed into his word processor. The dim light blurred across his face in the otherwise dark room.

  “You would.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I don’t know, have you looked in a mirror lately? Your Mr.-Goody-Two-Shoes. You like everyone, even when you shouldn’t.”

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

  “That’s what I’m here for, Superman.” Her words were slurred, sleep dragging her down into its embrace.

[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s3e7 live episode reaction

oh my god

these bitches horny. good for them. good for them

tara's so pretty :(

NOT NICK WANTING TO POUNCE ON CHARLIE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RUGBY FIELD

"why are you looking at me like that" he wants to redacted your redacted and redacted you redacted with redacted and redacted for redacted

like let's keep up charlie boy you know what we're getting at

lets_get_it_on.mp3

NICKTARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

lesbian and bisexual himbo supremacy. we got adora and bow, we got tara and nick.... who else do we need

they can afford durex condoms for sex ed??? is truham like a fancy private school or what

"ughhhh so slimy" SAME TAO AKDLDJDLDKD

I only use condoms to cover up ultrasound probes tho but every time I touch one I'm like D: idk how people with dicks do it

harry is so disgusting lmao

"I could tell she really wanted it" you wouldn't know what a woman wants if she spelled it out for you my brother in christ

the std images akfjdkfkdkf who among us wasn't traumatized by std pictures (which is fun bc now I work with stds all the time and it's not that bad)

CHLAMYDIA = BAD JAKDJDKFJDKFJFKFJFDKGUFIFDOGIDIFIDO

oh elle baby

NOT FUCKIN DAVID

WHY'S THIS BITCH HERE

they're so flustered oh my god

the texts :(

OH TARA AND DARCY

oh okay that was...... that sure was something huh

oh my fucking god

bro nick is so fuckin cute

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

worse than mr farouk nominating charlie is mr farouk AND mr ajayi teaming up to nominate charlie???? that was SO cute wtf

I'm so glad elle has naomi and felix :(

ARE YOU TRYING TO PEEK? IT'S ALLOWED WE'RE IN LOVE

i might genuinely die

MICHAEL

bro I see michael and my entire world lights up i love him *so* much I truly think he's my favorite osemanverse character

"my advice is to sneak out" "my advice is that you don't need a sleepover for the activity in question" lmao they're horrible influences both of them

I HOPE YOU GET TO HAVE YOUR SEX SLEEPOVER DOFLDGJDLFJDLFK

MICHAEL HOLDEN YOU ARE THE *LOVE* OF MY *LIFE*

"michael, can you stop talking about my brother having sex?" "sorry 😬" god I love him so much

not everybody being this invested in getting nick and charlie to have sex skfjslfjslfjdl

YOU HAD SEX AT SCHOOL?!?!!??!?!

he's SO SCANDALIZED JSKFJSKFJSKFJDKF

"and also we have a history of getting walked in on" RIGHT? like they better get a hotel room or something, my god

bro I will literally tattoo every nicktara scene on my tits they're SO beautiful

YES TARA VALIDATE HIS EMOTIONS

"oh, nick, I'm not really the person to ask about sex between guys" "....yeah, fair enough" I LOVE THEM /SO/ MUCH UBDJFKDJFLDKFLDKF

NONBINARY DARCYYYYYYYYYYY

oh man im so fucking overwhelmed. this season's got me overwhelmed.

tori going "we all love nick" like :( best in laws :(

tbf I still think charlie went about it in the wrong way, like jane isn't even *wrong* about the exams thing but also he's 16 and horny so like...

um. okay. so that was the most over the top romantic thing in the PLANET what the FUCK tao can you be normal??? can you not raise the bar so high????????

oh is it really a heartstopper season if nick isn't looking at pictures of charlie and feeling Things?

oh he sure is Feeling Things huh

NO NICK NOT THOSE THINGS

oh thank god charlie is here

oh hold on

pause

charlie is here

I know what happens here

oh my god I'm not prepared

bro

no

oh my god

oh my god no I'm not prepareeeedddddd

yeah well if they're ready I have to be ready

"you give me so much confidence" he really does :( and it makes me so sad like nick baby you're a wonderful person :(

"I can't talk to anyone else like I talk to you" GODDDDDDD

"basically I'm freaking out" oh he's so right so am I

"I think we're both a bit of a mess" AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO MAKE A MESS AM I RIGHT

THE MUSIC IS INTENSIFYING

that's more @ me cause I'm not fuckin calm

"char, this is literally the only thing I've been able to think about" SCREAMS AND CRIES

THERE'S SO MUCH ELECTRICITY

OH HE FLIPPED HIM

OH M TGOD

DYA WANT MINE OFF? YEAH

[to the tune of hot to go] W H O R E S YOU ARE CURRENTLY HAVING SEX

THE H AND GOLD

THE? BUTTON?????

WHY ARE YOU UNDER THE XOVERS

WHERE'S THAT HAND GOING

IM

BROOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh yohd

oh my god I can't believe they done did it

oh my god I love this show *so much*

bro I love nick and charlie so much?

[firethekitty]

okay you reblog a lot of albums ive never heard of and am curious about but it’s hard to get myself to sit down and listen to a whole album so please please, Top Ten-ish Songs To Get To Know You kind of list? pretty please?

i literally daydream about people asking me stuff like this LOL. so this is hardly a comprehensive list of all my favorite songs ever but here are some songs that are really important to me!!! this got REALLY long so i put it under a read more

1. meet me in the woods by lord huron

my absolute favorite song Ever like of all time. means everything to me. i could listen to this every single day and never get tired of it. INSANELY fun, incredible vibes, makes me want to go outside and shoot a beam into somebody. lord huron is an Experience. all their albums are concept albums and there’s actually a fair amount of lore going on. on the physical CD for strange trails it actually has the characters’ names next to their respective songs

for meet me in the woods, it sounds very upbeat and happy, but listen closely and you’ll realize it’s not quite as it seems… in-universe, it’s narrated by a woman named francine lu, and the song has the same chords as the first track of the album (and another of her songs) “love like ghosts”. she also narrates “the night we met”, easily LH’s most famous song. francine lu is not having a normal one. what’s her problem? listen to find out…..

2. crystals by of monsters and men

this was my favorite song ever for about 6 years until meet me in the woods ranked just a tiny bit higher. sooo fucking fun, itches a part of my brain that’s only accessible via icelandic stomp & holler. makes me very happy and always cheers me up! of monsters and men was the first new (at the time) band i ever really discovered on my own without hearing about from my parents or other people, and i’ve been listening to them ever since (almost 13 years!!) they are incredibly important to me and i highly recommend all of their albums

3. sunblind by fleet foxes

relatively new but became a favorite as soon as i heard it. this is also one of the most Me songs i can think of on top of just being so fucking gorgeous and raw and heartfelt. this song is a tribute to deceased musicians who influenced robin pecknold (the lead singer and songwriter for fleet foxes) and how their music is pretty much the reason he’s even alive today. my favorite lines are “only way that i made it for a long time / but i’m loud and alive, singing you all night”. this entire album is sincerely a masterpiece and i highly recommend listening to it all. fleet foxes have really beautiful and unique lyrics, they remind me of mitski’s lyrics in that they’re very poetic and personal and emotional but still subjective enough that you can connect them to your own life

4. this must be the place by talking heads

specifically the stop making sense live recording, which i still half-refuse to believe is a live recording because it’s just THAT fucking good. whenever someone says david byrne can’t sing i direct them here, because he does sincerely have an incredible voice and he simply Chooses to sing weirdly bc he’s a quirked up white boy with autistic swag.

this is just a really sweet and romantic song from a band that otherwise stays far away from love songs and it works extremely well. this entire album is fucking incredible and easily the best live album of all time. half of them are BETTER than the studio recordings, and you can also watch david byrne leap straight up backwards like a full 4 feet

highly recommend watching stop making sense just the entire film

5. vein of stars by the flaming lips

back in 2014, i watched a very beloved streamer play a game called “space engine”, in which you explore as much of the universe as we’ve theorized to exist. this was a little before copyright laws got so fucking strict on youtube and twitch, so mr. vinny vinesauce could play any music he wanted while planet-hopping. one of those songs was vein of stars, and it’s been one of my absolute favorites ever since.

the flaming lips are definitely an acquired taste. wayne coyne does Not have a very good voice and it can get extremely grating, especially to someone who hasn't heard them before. but when it works, god it works. this song is so pretty and nostalgic to me, always calms me down whenever i’m In A Mood. it’s nihilistic but not in a depressing way, more like “yeah maybe we aren’t here for any particular reason, maybe there’s nothing after this life. there’s nothing we can do about that, so why worry?”. very peaceful. REQUIRED listening when stargazing

6. good old-fashioned lover boy by queen

one of the first songs i ever truly hyperfixated on. unfortunately i listened to it SO fucking much it kind of ruined it for me, but i still do really love it. i may not listen to it that often anymore but i felt obligated to put it here bc it had a Profound Effect on my developing brain

7. too much time by john vanderslice

the year is 2012 and you're halfway through the newest episode of the hit podcast welcome to nightvale. cecil announces the weather. little do you know that you will carry the next 3 and a half minutes with you for the rest of your life. this one is just absurdly nostalgic to me (and not to mention incredibly vash the stampede coded). beloved song!!!

8. waltz for zizi & the real folk blues by the seatbelts & mai yamane

well it’s no secret that i think cowboy bebop has the greatest anime soundtrack of all time and one of THE greatest soundtracks of all time Ever. this is just an objective fact actually.

i believe this is because the seatbelts and specifically the composer yoko kanno studied real jazz, blues, and bebop to make the ost. like it's not just "jazz-flavored", there is genuine, deep respect and you can hear it in every single track. waltz for zizi gives me physical goosebumps every single time i listen to it, it's absolutely perfect. i've made it a ritual to listen to every time i visit the shore at night and go stargazing. sincerely transcendent experience

9. cuckoo song by cosmo sheldrake

hhhhhrrr this entire fucking albummmm hhhhhhhrhhhhrhhhaauuuuUUUUOOOGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

back during my final semesters of college, i had to take a course for art degree seniors. we’d pick something we were passionate about, make art for it, and it would be hung up for a week in the exhibition room. i chose birds of course, but wake-up calls inspired me to shift that choice to something more important than just random funny bird drawings. i focused on bird species that have gone extinct within the last 60 years because wake-up calls is made almost entirely out of endangered bird songs.

i’ll be honest i can barely listen to this song or anything on the album because i WILL literally start sobbing like in real life. cuckoo song in particular just makes me start crying every single time i listen to it, it’s like a magic spell. it’s not even necessarily sad but just viscerally bittersweet. the art for the album is made by flora wallace. here’s the spotify canvas i made a gif just for you 👍

10. take you back by orville peck

and finally………….. the song that made me realize that i actually DO love real country music a lot, and that the derivative “bro country” sub-genre that developed in the early 2000s has absolutely destroyed any positive opinion of country music in society. we NEED to go back, and orville peck is more than doing his part. this is the first song i ever heard by him and it's just so goddamn fun. i am completely unable to not sing along to this when it comes on

not only do i highly recommend orville peck but also any country music from the 50s and 60s, especially marty robbins, charley pride, conway twitty, and of course mrs. dolly parton. and later country rock/folk rock bands like america and creedence clearwater revival. it’s SO good i’m so serious

orville peck is the only modern country singer i can think of who's not afraid to bring back the harmonicas and whistling and steel guitars and whip cracks and yeehaws. it's fantastic. he's also gay and an outspoken trans ally. i believe this gives him the power to revive country music from the dead 🙏

[sorrowfulrosebud]

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: yandere Cetrion x earthrealmer headcannons

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: yandere, read at your own discretion

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: murder, mentions of flesh eating amoebas, she treats you like a pet, yandere behaviours, kidnapping, implied starvation/dehydration but it’s only hinted at, she overall one of the better yanderes to have in this universe lol

༒ You can were most likely to catch her eye if you were some sort of activist on Earthrealm, or someone who cares about the planet.

༒ You could even be a doctor, someone who deeply cares about maintaining the equilibrium of the earth and who cares about life. (For this scenario we’re going with doctor).

༒ You caught her eye as she was examining Earth with the other Elder Gods, curious to see how you manage to beat the odds and save those with advanced diseases

༒ She watches you tackle patient care with curiosity, often watching you for hours as you tended to patients and fixed their ailments

༒ Cetrion knows she shouldn’t get attached to a mere mortal, but she loves seeing you go above and beyond for those in your care

༒ It brings her peace to know that someone else tries to keep her once beautiful planet somewhat safer, even in your day to day life. Never littering, walking to work where possible, helping those on the streets.

༒ It isn’t until she sees you being mugged by thieves on a dark night after work does she angrily change her form to one of a human’s to rescue you and take you to the Netherrealm

“Give us everything you have, asshole!” One of the thieves demanded, a box cutter raised threateningly to your stomach area. The others formed a barricade, preventing you from escaping.

You slowly pulled out your wallet and phone before a feminine voice cuts through the air.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?!” She says angrily, green eyes glowing slightly as she takes in your scared form. Your eyes widened at her funky appearance; after all, it’s not every day you see a handsome woman with lilac skin and a delicate shade of green hair.

“Piss off you stupid bitch, unless you want to get stabbed too!” The thief starts waving the box cutter menacingly, accidentally knicking your cheek. You whimpered at the pain before clutching your bloodied cheek.

Cetrion could only look on in rage as you cowered, body starting to go into shock at the presence of fear. She relaxed her face before smiling darkly.

“Close your eyes my love, and this will all be over soon,” she promises, blowing some green spores from her hand in your direction.

༒ She ends up brutally killing the thieves who threatened you, liquifying their insides with lava and allowing flesh eating amoebas to bite at their skin as they writhed in agony.

༒ When you awoke, she introduces herself and her role in the universe, before you promptly faint again. I mean, it’s not every day you see a giant woman claiming to be god.

༒ Cetrion keeps you extremely close to her, so you’re usually kept on her lap or by her shoulder. If you’re pliant, she keeps you with her in a small bubble that she creates, filling it with everything a mortal may need.

༒ If you’re not so pliant, then she has no problem slowly depriving you of these necessities until you beg her for help.

༒ She’s one of the better MK characters to have as your yandere since she loves to take care of you, although she definitely sees you as more of a pet.

༒ Cetrion isn’t necessarily a bad yandere, she just forgets that you had a life built before her and can’t understand why you would WANT to work or live in a small apartment when you have the entire cosmos to travel.

༒ If you’re insistent on living in an apartment, she crafts you a house that she visits you in when she’s human sized.

༒ For all she’s a literal God, she loves the idea of having a house partner. She loves going to her gardens to your little home, shrinking down and talking to you like a spouse. And even though she has no desire to eat, she enjoys watching you cook and even tries some food.

༒ She doesn’t punish you per se, she just ignores your base needs until you talk to her or apologise for what you did.

༒ Although she sees you as her pet, she definitely takes the best care of you, asking Kronika to expand your lifespan so you can rule the cosmos together.

༒ Cetrion tries to keep you out of Elder God business, but she explains what she thinks you can understand, because after all…

You’re her dumb little human.

[starlightiing]

💖🖋💭 for the fic writer asks!

@racingliners Thank you for these!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing? - Uuuuhh. I don't? I really genuinely do not think I can tell you anything I like about it. I can say things about my creativity level and my ideas, but my actual writing? It's pretty trash. Every so often I manage a really beautiful metaphor, but it's very rare.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP -

“No,” Esteban interjected, waving his hands about as if she could actually see him, “No, no. There’s a mistake here or something. I can give you a different number to call, but I do not have anything to do with him.” “Sir-” the woman sounded annoyed now, a bit louder and more insistent, “There was an accident, and we are required to make phone calls to all listed emergency contacts. I cannot call a random phone number you give me due to American HIPAA laws in place to protect Pierre’s privacy. Are you able to come up to the hospital with proof of identity within the next few hours?”  “I -” at a loss for words, Esteban locked his gaze with Gabriel, who was beginning to look less irritated and more concerned with every passing second. “What did you say was the name of this hospital again?” “Saint David’s North Austin Medical Center.”  “I’m looking it up.” Gabriel said softly, pulling his phone back out and tapping aggressively at the screen. Flashes of color illuminated the room as Gabriel switched from google to google maps, and Esteban leaned over to get a glimpse of their position in regards to the hospital. “It’s only fifteen minutes. We can go.” “Uh, yes, yes, I can come. Can you just - is he…is he alive?” Esteban’s voice came out small and meek, almost like a scolded child that just served a most unjust time-out. His stomach was flopping about even more viciously now, and all of the anger that had boiled his blood only minutes ago was dissipating into anxious energy. Pierre was not his friend, but that did not mean Esteban wanted anything bad to happen to him. “I cannot divulge any further information over the phone, Mr. Ocon. Once you get here and prove your identity, we’ll be able to give you a much more detailed overview of the situation. We’ll see you soon.”

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work? - I'm not sure I fully understand this question but I will answer it to the best of my ability! I'm unsure if this means a headcanon about my original characters, or about a work in general but I've created an entire planet, alien species, weather pattern, political system, currency, language, ect ect ect for one of my original works and a headcanon for that species as a whole is that if they are in an environment that is low humidity for longer than a few hours, their skin will start to dry out and dehydrate them unless they are "watered" (thrown in a body of water, literally watered with a hose, rained on, ect).

[macbethz]

ok final thots. thank you to those who supported me liveblogging both those episodes i love doctor who so much. i also unfortunately love being a critic

all three dw episodes seem to be engaging heavily in this new folklore-ish lean that was established in wild blue yonder - the goblin stealing children, the bogeyman, the fiddle battle with the devil. im interested to see where it goes bc i think its a compelling throughline and one thing rtd lovessss is creating episodic stories that resolve into an overarching narrative. I do think DW seems to be pivoting towards its more family-centric roots, which is fine i guess. I am aware im not the target audience of doctor who but i do love her for her darker moments so ill always be a little sad

i think its kind of funny that the bbc lied in their marketing a little? like space babies was not about the first 5 second butterfly thing and the beatles were barely in the devils chord. actually really funny i literally cant be mad

ncuti is literally electrifying every time hes on camera. i believe he's the doctor 10000% and he really brings that combination of whimsy and sadness to the role that makes me want to see more of 15. ruby i find....less compelling. at least as of rn. I think the main point of interest for her is the mystery of her origin but as a character she's kind of a non-entity in the same way i found many of 13s companions. she almost reminds me of early season Clara in that she's just kinda Mystery Twee Girl but Clara ended up as one of my favorites because she became the most sick and twisted woman on planet earth over the course of 3 beautiful seasons so I have not lost hope yet.

However I do think the companion-doctor relationship is the thing the entire show runs on and I'm not, AS OF YET, super compelled by what 15 and ruby have going on. Hitting a lot of the same notes as rose/9 without the emotional follow-through and DISAGREEMENTS that really made that relationship interesting to watch. I think that's the main thing is I need to see some kind of conflict. 15 is a lot more open than any previous doctor by a LONG shot, presumably because of 14s off-screen therapy LMAO. There's a lot on the table up front in terms of backstory and personality (which i get helps set up new fans) but that also means a lot of the narrative tension created by that kind of inside information is lost. We need something else to replace it and make that dynamic interesting! For me doctor who maintains its narrative momentum through character relationships, i'm not particularly interested in just seeing Space Adventures without that kind of meat behind it idk. it makes them feel a little hollow to me

what else um. jinkx monsoon ate obviously. music is the meaning of life thank you for acknowledging this doctor who.

[smokeybrandreviews]

As the World Turns

This Jonathan Majors sh*t done took a turn. Dude was in court to make his plea and they set a date for August 3rd. I cannot wait because, holy sh*t, this doesn’t look good for ol’ girl! First and foremost, the inciting event of the entire situation was that, apparently, Majors was “cheating” on his then white girlfriend, Grace Jabari with some black woman. There were “salacious” texts Grace had come across to this mystery ebony temptress which sent her into a rage in that cab. At the time, we didn’t know which black woman he was talking to but she accompanied him to this past court date. It’s f*cking Megan Good! Yo, Megan Good is the woman Grace felt threatened enough by, to physically attack Majors in plain view of a driver and on the car’s camera! And rightfully so. Megan Good is one of the most beautiful women on the planet AND she’s black! That is an affront to an affluent white woman like Jabari. How dare Majors use me to support his dreams and then step out on e with a darkie who is several times hotter than me? The utter audacity!

So Grace attacks Majors in the cab and he bails. The cabbie attests to the fact Majors never once became the aggressor, that he never even raised his voice. Dude is more than willing to testify to that under oath. He tried to leave the car and she pulled on him so hard, she tore his clothes. In plain view of random NYC tourists! More witnesses to the utter nonsense! Not only that, but he stopped and took photos and videos with these people, who openly comments about how nice he was, on camera, moment after being accosted by a jealousy fueled, crazy white woman! At this point, the to separate. For actual goddamn hours. Seven, to be in fact. Majors checked into a hotel across town, sent a break-up text, and turned off his phoned. After ha, he didn’t see nor speak o grace for seven goddamn hours! and his is where he plot thickens!

Majors was across on in a hotel while Grace went to a club called Loosie’s. A club she stayed in, partied, and got absolutely sh*tfaced, for at least three hours. She can be seen, on camera, using the hand with the alleged broken finger, in no pain whatsoever. Hugging, dancing, using stairs, holding drinks; Not even a hint of a broken anything. Now, i make it a point to say that because the assault which lead to the broken finger and bloody ear, took place in the car where the cabbie said nothing happened. The car Majors fled and took selfies with those tourists. So Grace is in this club, dancing her sad away after getting dropped by the up-swinging Majors, drunkenly makes her way back to the penthouse they share, drinks more liquor to the point of throwing up, chases that with sleeping pills, and passes out. My mistake, blacks out. How do we know this? Because she said so to the goddamn cops! This next part is what really sets the tone for this entire bullsh*t situation.

Majors comes home, like i said, seven hours later and find a closet locked. He can’t get into it so he called the handy man to open  it. There, they both find a half naked and unconscious grace on the closet floor. Majors then calls the cops, who show up and comment about how nice the apartment was, how they are so surprised someone so young (read BLACK) could afford a place like this. They wake Grace, take Majors away, and interview her. The sh*t goes nowhere because she’s drunk and off those sleeping pills. The body cam footage literally has her looking down at her broken hand and saying out loud “What happened to my hand?” Bro, if your giant, rich, black, ex-boyfriend shattered your phalanges, you’d remember that, right? There’s a reason why she recanted and apologized to Majors. Twice. And it’s because she did that sh*t to herself in a drunken stupor over getting dumped by on of the most famous dudes in Hollywood. Which is what i said when this sh*t first broke all those months ago.

So what’s the motive for her to lie? Why did sh press charges? Grace didn’t. She tried to back out of the entire situation the day it all went public. Why do you thin she gave those two, sworn statements, voluntarily, to Majors’ lawyer? No, this sh*t smacks of an overeager prosecutor in the DA’s office, trying to make a name for themselves. Cats have come out of the woodwork with allegations and statements of victim hood at the hands of the “violent psychopath” Jonathan Majors but that’s all they have; statements and testimony. Words. Accusations. Majors wants this to go to trial. He wants all of this out in the open. Grace is the one who doesn’t. His lawyer has evidence, had evidence, to back up her timeline. She has eyewitness, video, and corroborating statements. Does Jonathan Majors have anger issues? Maybe. Did he cut a bloody swath through his college campus way back when? Could be. Prove it. Show me physical evidence that would speak to this current situation because, after reading about all of this new sh*t, Majors is looking like he’s getting that Depp treatment and it sucks major ass.

[alemonadinixi]

Jay's Story

Sierra was a Hiss. Refugees from an intergalactic war, the Hiss had run as far as they could. Earth was the first planet they’d found where they could breathe the air, and every country on the planet immediately enacted its own rules and regulations for welcoming (or not) the aliens. As time passed, they integrated more and more into society, until they were still uncommon but not unusual. Sierra wasn’t what her mother called her, but it was the human name she chose. Their people don’t call themselves “The Hiss” either. That was a moniker given to them by the internet due to the way their language sounds. Given that their language also combines body language, and humans don’t have tails, it’s a lot easier for everyone that the Hiss learned human languages rather than the other way around.

I thought Sierra was also incredibly attractive. Yes, she looked like a lizard-woman from a furry artist’s wet dream. That was… well, kind of the point. Curved strong thighs with a tight stomach, strong arms and just something about that tail, long and thin, not quite fully prehensile but definitely controlled. It didn’t touch the ground, the end stopping about halfway down her calves. She was built like a tall, lean, emerald green scaled athlete. Her belly and palms were a lighter shade than the rest, a pattern of light and dark greens up her neck and to her almost-humanlike face. I thought she was beautiful. And somehow, through some miracle, she enjoyed spending time with me.

Don't get me wrong, I've got enough self-confidence to know I'm a good guy. I was in good shape, too— not the athletic level she was at, but I ate healthy and regularly exercised. I kept my blond hair shorter on the sides and longer on top, my wardrobe leaned a little casual, and I spent most of my free time gaming. Sierra was fascinated with human culture and loved watching me play, watching films, anime, everything. I'm still amazed at how lucky I was to meet her, and that she was willing to give us a shot.

Interspecies relations were slowly becoming more and more common, but were still considered deviant at best, taboo at worst. Being friends with your Hiss coworker was accepted and encouraged, but dating the “lizard” was something else entirely. Most of the people I knew thought I was a little weird for dating a Hiss, but they also took an instant liking to her once they had a conversation. Society as a whole, however, was less accepting, and so we tended to keep it quiet. That quickly became difficult to continue to do.

Sierra was miserable. Hiss couldn’t cry, but I recognized the body language as I came home from work and found her sitting on his sofa. I’d recently given her the key to my place, but this was the first time she’d used it without mentioning to me beforehand that she’d be here. “Sierra? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

She was quiet for a long moment before whispering, “I’m fertilized.”

I blinked. Twice. “You’re… what?”

“Eggs, Jay,” she looked up at me, anguished. “I didn’t think we were compatible, so I didn’t take any precautions, but--”

“Wait.” I sat down on the sofa next to her, a knot of dread in my guts. “Are you telling me you’re… pregnant?”

She tilted her head side to side the way she always did when the human comparison wasn’t quite right, “My eggs were fertilized. If they hadn’t been, then they would have been reabsorbed without any trouble. But now they will develop! I’ll have to have them surgically removed.”

Knocking up my alien girlfriend was not at all what I had pictured for my life, but she obviously wanted to keep her babies. “Honey, you don’t have to get rid of them. I’ll help. Whatever you need, we can work this out.”

She shook her head, frustrated this time, “No, Jay, I literally need to have them removed. Females don’t lay eggs, males do!” I froze a moment, extremely confused. She explained, “The initial development of the eggs happens in the female, but then we have to deposit them into a male to complete the incubation. We are physically incapable of carrying them the entire time, the eggs would certainly not survive and it would be extremely dangerous for the female as well.”

“... oh.” My mind struggled to catch up, “So, you have to get rid of them because you don’t have a male to put them in.”

“None of my people would ever consent to carrying the eggs of a female he isn’t bonded to, and even if there was one, he would never take the eggs fertilized by a human. This isn’t even supposed to be possible!”

“Right. But, wait, don't you have artificial incubators or something?” I decided not to reference farm animals and shifted gears, “I mean, sometimes human babies are born prematurely and so we put them in these things that keep them stable until they mature enough to live on their own. Hiss don't have that?”

“It's extremely important that the egg never be exposed until it’s laid.”

I wondered how much of that was biological risk and how much was cultural taboo, but that didn’t really matter right now.

She slumped against me, and I could hardly stand it. She wanted to be a mom so badly. I knew this about her before, we’d talked about it, whether or not we ever wanted kids. She did. I wasn’t in a rush, but I wasn’t opposed to the idea. I always assumed we’d have to adopt and the paperwork would be hell, but here I was with a family firmly deposited in front of me… if I wanted to risk taking it. And goddamn was it a risk. I couldn’t believe I was even considering it.

“Hey, Sierra?”

“Yes?”

“What if…” I swallowed hard, tried to get up the courage for this. There was a good chance this wouldn’t even work, after all. I also had no idea what sort of side effects might happen, regardless of if it did or didn’t. But, I was sure by now that I loved her and… ah, fuck it. “What if you put them in me?”

She reeled back like I was insane, and she might have been right, “What?! You don’t have an incubation pouch!”

“Ok, where is one of those usually located?”

“It’s an internal organ, Jay, you just don’t have it.”

“Could we implant one?”

She smacked my shoulder. “Jay! Be serious!”

I took her hands, “I am being serious. You really want to have these kids, right? Start a family? I admit this is a hell of a lot sooner than I expected, but…”

Her kiss cut me off, long and tender. “You really want to?”

Oh boy. “Yes.”

She smiled in sheer joy. I felt all warm and fluttery, and absolutely fucking terrified but it was worth it.

We had a lot of research to do.

[grabyourpillow]

So. I watched Avatar the way of water

so you don't have to. hear my thoughts about it and then decide for yourself

Entails spoilers but that doesn't really matter because the scenario is at a solid twenty three on a 0-10 predictability scale.

Okay so, first things first.

The movie is stunning.

The special effects teams did an awesome, terrific, 11/10 job and I thought to myself "AI could never." Every plant, every flower, every creature felt like a living, breathing organism. The planet's ecosystems felt coherent and beautiful and alive. I had chills at some scenes purely because they were absolutely absolutely breathtaking. There are details in the morphology of different Na'vis, from the skin patterns to the development of the limbs, etc... And I honestly think 95% of the world building can be attributed to the special effects teams working on the movie.

And the scenes in the water, oh my god. You'll have to see for yourself. If only for these I don't regret seeing it in a movie theater, and they will probably fuel my imagination for years to come.

Okay that's the setting. Now,

The story: uuuuuhhhh

You're missing the bad guy from the first movie right?? No??? Too bad, because he's back. And bigger. And bluer.

because we couldn't be bothered to think of other tension points memory transplant. Bad humans destroy planet. Bad guys wants to destroy good guys because they don't have anything better to do and also revenge. Good guys good, by the standards of... US military of course.

Ah right, I have to take a detour here. Let's talk about.

🇺🇲American ideals in the movie🇺🇲

My god. It's like the VFX team tried to create an original and unique world, but the top scenarist was like. "It has to speak to the every day person: the average american male, of course."

Starting from the hero Jake Sully. Jake Sully's only personality traits are "US sergeant" and "a father protects, his family" — You'll hear that sentence about 3000 times. I suppose they thought it was deep.

(He's talking to his son. Lol.)

Jake tells his wife what to do during the entire movie, and she complies. He's not always right, but his wrongs are never shown as such. His outbursts are justified, hers are either calmed down by him or... one time, after their son's just died, he tells her he needs her to be strong. You know? Like him. THIS WOMAN HAS BEEN READY TO FIGHT THE ENTIRE MOVIR AND YOU'RE TELLING ME when some JACKASS kills her SON SHE NEEDS PROMPTING??? FUCK YOU

The Water tribe's structure is... The men go hunting. Women are healers. Some women have power but still the chief (a man) utters the other. The boys get into fights! And their dad is like "Go apologize. *Whispers* what's the other guy look like". The girls are kind and keep their younger siblings in check!

Which. You know, this is what I can observe, in my own life. It could be argued it's a good representation of the social pressures and dynamics of those gender groups in current society. The question is

FUCKING WHY

WHY am I seeing traditional gender roles and American values on a LITERAL ALIEN PLANET. GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK. And the thing is, I'm not even sure it's by design. What is more terrifying, is that it might stem from an UTTER INABILITY TO CONCEIVE ANYTHING ELSE COULD EVEN EXIST.

And the most terrifying to me is: the intended audience probably does identify with Jack Sully. I can imagine a lot of family dads sitting there slightly teary eyed going "yeah. A father's job is to protect his family."

WHICH COULDVE BEEN A STRENGTH. It could have taken that audience and told them: look. Trying to protect his family like that got Jack nowhere. Understanding of other cultures, of your own children is equally, if not more important.

But no.

I'll talk about it later but. To me, the movie unintentionally highlights stuff, and fails to deliver what could be deeper and meaningful messages every single, time.

It's a talent really.

right. Back to the story

A girl has disney princess powers because of, of...,

*Checks notes* a... miracle... You know what I give up.

(She was conceived like fucking Jesus by Mother Nature. this was actually the one scenaristic way out I could forgive, were it not for all the other scenaristic shortcuts.)

To sum up:

Visuals 12/10

Scenario: -2/10

Jake Sully: fuck you

Americanism: -1000/10

For the first hour, the only words in my mind were "utter shite." Now. With such a negative balance, is there anything worth seeing at all, besides the special effects?

I'm sad to say, there is.

For me at least. And it was

The children.

My attachment to the children is what carried this entire movie for me. Both their parents and the narrative fails them at every turn but that's ok, because they grew somewhat beyond what the narrative was tryna do with them. I'll put this in a reblog because 1. I'm tired 2. I need more picture space

[itslenagain]

A wet *thud* echoes across the empty battlefield as the last enemy soldier falls. Bodies lay in piles on bloodied soil. She stands alone, the only weapon of the ARIES organization's effort to colonize Mars. Praxidike looks up at the dark Martian sky and releases a deep sigh. Her eyescreen flickers to life.

"Any remaining signs of the Andromeda Armada, DAV9-12?" Commander's face is stone-like.

"None observed, Commander. And please do not call me DAV9-12. You know my name." Praxidike rolls her eyes.

"DAV9-12 is your designation, soldier! Get to the Eastern bunk, and quick! Reports are coming in that SpaceZ is sending another fleet!" Commander's face disappears from her eyescreen.

She sheathes her blood-drenched sword and sets her internal navigation settings to veer off-course. Her sky scan shows that SpaceZ won't land for at least 4 more hours, which gives her time to visit the Ridge.

Praxidike, unfortunately designated "Deathbringing Android Version 9.12" (DAV9-12), was born for one purpose - to help ARIES win the battle for Mars. Earth is projected to be entirely non-livable in 49.7 months, and the fighting has become a regular thing. Six organizations are fighting for total control of Mars, which is projected to be easier to configure for colonization than other neighboring planets. The cost of rocket equipment and fuel has skyrocketed, and naturally, everyone wants ownership of the planet that will save them the most money.

Killing doesn't bother her. It's a job that has to be done, and she was literally designed for it. But Praxidike isn't really interested in the politics of the war. She just wants the war to end. If it ends because she killed off the opposition? Great. If it ends because the opposition kills ARIES? That works too. This is all petty nonsense to Praxidike. There's only one thing she cares about.

The Ridge is a relatively untouched area of Mars. The Commander says scans of the area show no valuable resources, and the wind makes building there impossible, so it hasn't been an area of interest during the war. ARIES wants to turn it into a lake. For now, Praxidike kneels on top of a cliff overlooking the Ridge. Rolling slopes of dusty red sand, bathed in the Martian moonlight. The wind picks up particles and blows them across the scenery, shining like glitter in the air. The sky is a dull pink here.

Praxidike takes up a fistful of the clay-like earth beneath her and mixes it with some of her actuator oil, forming a thick paste. She produces a folded piece of thick paper from her pack and begins to smear the paste on the sheet with her finger. Looking through reference images as she goes, she swirls and curves lines on the page. Satisfied, she admires her painting of the Ridge, full of dancing people in beautiful gowns.

Praxidike was created after the world began to fall into anarchy and war, but she has access to endless databases about what life once was. In her dreams, some day after the war has ended, she lives in a downtown apartment. It's small, but it's hers. There are big windows that let in lots of natural light. Her living room has a tarp on the floor and buckets of paint and easles with canvases in various stages of painting. This one is a modern line art painting of a woman dancing ballet, and this one is a landscape full of long-extinct Earth flowers, that one is an impressionist-style painting of lovers entwined together in bed.

She rises late in the morning, stretching and sighing, and kisses her lover on the forehead, who is still fast asleep. She opens the walk-in closet and smiles at its bounty. She's stylish, and she loves this part of her day, carefully curating outfits to suit her mood, the season and the weather. She picks out a bright pink dress and pairs it with white patent pumps and big sunglasses, like a popular doll from the before-times. A gaudy jeweled necklace ties the look together. She descends the stairs and emerges out onto the Martian sidewalks, skipping merrily to the coffee shop for a pick-me-up before she heads to the art gallery where she works. The world is bright. She's a fashion icon and world-famous painter, with a girlfriend who conveniently works for the biggest and hottest designers on Mars. People on the streets smile and wave at her, secretly envious. And she is happy. She is full of joy. This is the life she wants, the life she deserves.

So as she lines up her anti-spacecraft weapon to shoot SpaceZ's rockets down before they even land, killing its entire crew in one blow, she imagines how cute she will look in Mary Jane shoes and denim.

She’s a battle-scarred, jaded super-soldier loaded with biomechanical upgrades and chemical augments. All she wants to do is wear cute clothes and paint.

[smokeybrand]

As the World Turns

This Jonathan Majors sh*t done took a turn. Dude was in court to make his plea and they set a date for August 3rd. I cannot wait because, holy sh*t, this doesn’t look good for ol’ girl! First and foremost, the inciting event of the entire situation was that, apparently, Majors was “cheating” on his then white girlfriend, Grace Jabari with some black woman. There were “salacious” texts Grace had come across to this mystery ebony temptress which sent her into a rage in that cab. At the time, we didn’t know which black woman he was talking to but she accompanied him to this past court date. It’s f*cking Megan Good! Yo, Megan Good is the woman Grace felt threatened enough by, to physically attack Majors in plain view of a driver and on the car’s camera! And rightfully so. Megan Good is one of the most beautiful women on the planet AND she’s black! That is an affront to an affluent white woman like Jabari. How dare Majors use me to support his dreams and then step out on e with a darkie who is several times hotter than me? The utter audacity!

So Grace attacks Majors in the cab and he bails. The cabbie attests to the fact Majors never once became the aggressor, that he never even raised his voice. Dude is more than willing to testify to that under oath. He tried to leave the car and she pulled on him so hard, she tore his clothes. In plain view of random NYC tourists! More witnesses to the utter nonsense! Not only that, but he stopped and took photos and videos with these people, who openly comments about how nice he was, on camera, moment after being accosted by a jealousy fueled, crazy white woman! At this point, the to separate. For actual goddamn hours. Seven, to be in fact. Majors checked into a hotel across town, sent a break-up text, and turned off his phoned. After ha, he didn’t see nor speak o grace for seven goddamn hours! and his is where he plot thickens!

Majors was across on in a hotel while Grace went to a club called Loosie’s. A club she stayed in, partied, and got absolutely sh*tfaced, for at least three hours. She can be seen, on camera, using the hand with the alleged broken finger, in no pain whatsoever. Hugging, dancing, using stairs, holding drinks; Not even a hint of a broken anything. Now, i make it a point to say that because the assault which lead to the broken finger and bloody ear, took place in the car where the cabbie said nothing happened. The car Majors fled and took selfies with those tourists. So Grace is in this club, dancing her sad away after getting dropped by the up-swinging Majors, drunkenly makes her way back to the penthouse they share, drinks more liquor to the point of throwing up, chases that with sleeping pills, and passes out. My mistake, blacks out. How do we know this? Because she said so to the goddamn cops! This next part is what really sets the tone for this entire bullsh*t situation.

Majors comes home, like i said, seven hours later and find a closet locked. He can’t get into it so he called the handy man to open  it. There, they both find a half naked and unconscious grace on the closet floor. Majors then calls the cops, who show up and comment about how nice the apartment was, how they are so surprised someone so young (read BLACK) could afford a place like this. They wake Grace, take Majors away, and interview her. The sh*t goes nowhere because she’s drunk and off those sleeping pills. The body cam footage literally has her looking down at her broken hand and saying out loud “What happened to my hand?” Bro, if your giant, rich, black, ex-boyfriend shattered your phalanges, you’d remember that, right? There’s a reason why she recanted and apologized to Majors. Twice. And it’s because she did that sh*t to herself in a drunken stupor over getting dumped by on of the most famous dudes in Hollywood. Which is what i said when this sh*t first broke all those months ago.

So what’s the motive for her to lie? Why did sh press charges? Grace didn’t. She tried to back out of the entire situation the day it all went public. Why do you thin she gave those two, sworn statements, voluntarily, to Majors’ lawyer? No, this sh*t smacks of an overeager prosecutor in the DA’s office, trying to make a name for themselves. Cats have come out of the woodwork with allegations and statements of victim hood at the hands of the “violent psychopath” Jonathan Majors but that’s all they have; statements and testimony. Words. Accusations. Majors wants this to go to trial. He wants all of this out in the open. Grace is the one who doesn’t. His lawyer has evidence, had evidence, to back up her timeline. She has eyewitness, video, and corroborating statements. Does Jonathan Majors have anger issues? Maybe. Did he cut a bloody swath through his college campus way back when? Could be. Prove it. Show me physical evidence that would speak to this current situation because, after reading about all of this new sh*t, Majors is looking like he’s getting that Depp treatment and it sucks major ass.

[wonwoosthetic]

Could you share some of the svt recs you get too?? I need some more recs as well. (But obviously yours are amazing too!!!)

YESS, of course!!

So, I’m just gonna mix the ones that I got and some of my personal favourites: (in no specific order)

(these are only series recommendations, I can do one shots, etc. too, if you want to🤗)

WARNING: smut (for some)

@meltwonu ‘s entire masterlist. And when I say entire, I truly mean ENTIRE. Writing is immaculate. I love it.

Some of my personal faves:

- caffeine (wonwoo series): who doesn’t love a good frat boy Wonwoo, right?!😫 + the sequel until I met you !!!

- thief (svt): I’m too much in love with the home run mv and every series with that theme, so this is a big MUST READ

- ch-ch-cherry bomb (scoups series): no words. Absolutely no words. Just amazing. I don’t know how to describe it. Just read it. Love it. Such good smut omg.

- pls read all of her drabbles too!! Sooo good!

@wonwoonlight if you don’t know her, you’ve been living under a rock. At this point, I’m convinced everyone know her writing because it’s THAT good

personal faves:

- my daisy (Mingyu series): YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE READ THIS.

- my way to you (Wonwoo series): just so beautiful😫 istg I’m a sucker for her writing and this is just another masterpiece

@bubblebeom another pretty famous tumblr writer, I’m pretty sure. She’s another one of those angels sent from heaven with her insane talent for writing.

I can’t even put my faves together, so here is her masterlist

But when talking about series specifically, obviously:

- Heart & Seoul (Wonwoo series): too good. Every carat on this planet has to read this. Chef’s kiss.

- Getting Closer (Wonwoo, Mingyu series): if you’re a carat and have tumblr, you probably already know about this one, but I’m still gonna hype it tf up because this is one that I will also never get tired of reading)

I recently read Vanilla for the first time and Jesus Christ… went back the next day to read it again. Most definitely am going to read it a third time. And a fourth. And who knows how many times again after that. The best Joshua smut I’ve ever read on this app ngl. I actually had to put the phone down because I started blushing so hard.

AND Remind Me. Read it. Loved it. You should too

@heavenshoon Days Off With SVT (SVT series)

Something cute I stumbled upon and I REALLY liked it!! Highly highly recommend!! Very excited to see more of her in the future!🥰👏🏼

@marigold-sunflowers dear stupid diary (Jeonghan series)

This was recommended to me and I still have to start it, but I’m very excited!!!🤭🤗

@twogyuu Terrifyingly Innocent (S.Coups series)

LISTEN. I’ve already reblogged it (and this woman actually asked me if I aren’t a “famous” tumblr writer, GIRL STOP🥹) But I will not shut up about this. I read it now three times and God… LORD… I can’t get enough of it😫😫 it’s TOO GOOD. I will never ever ever get tired of this series.

Gonna start reading all of her other stuff as well!!

And then there’s this series that I, for the love of God, cannot find anymore. It’s literally making me so sad because it was one of my faves.

It played in a Home Run!AU (MY ABSOLUTE FAVE) and it was about the reader being in a relationship with one of the members and they’re on a cruise and a diamond goes missing and they’re trying to find out who stole it.

ISTG IT WAS SO GOOD AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT IS OR WHAT IT WAS CALLED😫😭 I think the writer deactivated their account tbh…

I remember the username being something with Minghao and their profile pic too! And they also had another AMAZING series with Wonwoo x idol!Reader… (I think they’re were the same profiles)

So good… so sad to have lost it… I’ll never forgive myself for that

Here are some! I might add a few after a while or post another fic rec if anyone asks :) also: I 100% forgot some, so I’ll most definitely make another fic rec post

If anyone wants to recommend some more to me, feel free to do so!!!!🤗

Thank you for also enjoying my own series♥️🥰♥️

[arislore]

this is my third time rereading this, and i have to say: it is the most beautiful, toothrotting fluff i’ve ever read. my parents are watching the game and i had to excuse myself to the bathroom to cry over how sweet this is.

first i’m gonna comment on this description of stevie:

The Stevie in question is on a different planet entirely. His hair is a wild chestnut halo on his head, the crown of it tilted to the headrest. the tendons of his neck are on display, as are the faint red lipstick stains you pressed into his tanned skin. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

this paints a wonderful picture in my head. our sweet boy is so sleepy and i just want to love him and hug him and squeeze him and—

seriously though, the imagery you’re providing is spectacular. you would get a 100 in the creative writing class i took last year.

You giggle at his slurred singing, louder when he leans across the backseat to kiss you. His aim is horribly off, wet mouth smacking at the corner of your lips down towards your chin.

drunk stevie really would try so so hard to kiss us, and fail so so horribly. i could see him falling flat on his face before he had the chance to do it properly.

“It’s the punch. It tasted like slurpees, I swear—” You’re about to start rambling, then cut yourself off with a dramatic gasp. “Hopper!”

this made me laugh so hard. like, yeah, i’ve never wanted a slurpee in my life, but i think i’d want one too in this situation. so sweet and ice cold…

He repeats, louder this time. “Hey. What does dilf mean? Hey! I’m talking to you—”

this reminded me of my last session with my therapist (40 y/o woman) who was complaining about how she can’t do winged eyeliner because she’s “old” and i was like “melissa. you’re literally a milf. shut up.”

and she did.

but seriously, i could definitely see Hop going insane trying to figure out what it means, then ultimately being annoyed (but flattered) when he found out.

“No, dummy. With you.”

*crying*

*sobbing*

*climbing the walls*

i love him so so so much. that’s all i have to say.

Hii can i request “It’s a brain freeze, you’re not dying, stop making a scene.” with steve for the fictober event pretty please

ty for requesting lovie!! — you and steve get too drunk at a halloween party and chief hopper comes to save you (tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, tw for drinking and not being proofread, 1.7k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Steve opens the back door of Jim’s cop car for you, swaying in place and urging your drunken limps inside. “Thanks for picking us up, Chief,” you chirp, slurring slightly and smiling wide.

The old grump sends you a deadpanned look over his shoulder. He’s visibly tired, features blurred with exhaustion. His white t-shirt and pajama pants are still wrinkled with leftover sleep. The two of you are wearing two a.m. very definitely.

“Yeah, yeah. Just buckle up, alright?” he hums gruffly as Steve slides in beside you. “I’m just happy you two called me and didn’t try to drive yourself.”

He puts the car in drive and peels away from the curb. The bass pulsing from Tina’s house begins to fade. The man flinches dramatically when you lean forward to slap his shoulder.

“That’s ‘cause we’re responsible adults,” you quip, then turn to your right to look at your boyfriend. “Aren’t we, Stevie?”

The Stevie in question is on a different planet entirely. His hair is a wild chestnut halo on his head, the crown of it tilted to the headrest. The tendons of his neck are on display, as are the faint red lipstick stains you pressed onto his tanned skin. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. 

Cheeks rosy and eyes fluttered shut, you can’t tell if he’s sleeping or not.

“Right, Stevie?” you repeat with a gentle shove to his arm.

His eyes open, red-rimmed and glassy. “Hm?”

“We’re responsible.”

“Oh. Yeah. Totally. Look at us,” he scoffs without a second thought.

The two of you flash a couple of drunk, lopsided grins at Jim, who peers at you from the rearview mirror. He grumbles something under his breath neither of you can make out.

You get distracted by the amber streetlights flitting by until looking out the window makes you queasy. When you look at Steve again, his eyes are shut and his chin is tilted towards his chest. You feel an obligation to keep him awake — like he’s concussed or something and not just piss drunk.

“You with me, Stevie?” you mutter, reaching for his face and holding his stubbly chin between your thumb and forefinger.

His heavy eyelids flutter slowly open. His dark eyes are honeyed. They flit like syrup across your features. A smile pulls at the right corner of his plush mouth. “You look so pretty right now, you know that?” he murmurs in inaudible slurs.

You hear him anyway, equally as drunk and speaking the same language even though Jim can’t understand a word.

“Just right now?” you tease. “As opposed to, like, every other moment in time?”

His bushy brows twist in offense — nose scrunching and lips pouting, like you’ve pained him by even joking about it. “No. You’re pretty all the time, just… A little extra like this.”

You don’t know what he means. You look like a total mess — hair wild, makeup smudged, drunk and fatigued and wearing it all over. But Steve looks at you like you’re beautiful anyway. Like you hung the fucking moon sitting full in the pitch black sky.

His brows raise and his eyes sparkle. “’S kinda makin’ my heart race a little bit, actually.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, turning him away from you and letting go of his chin. “That’s just the alcohol, Stevie.”

“No, it’s love—”

You giggle at his slurred singing, louder when he leans across the backseat to kiss you. His aim is horribly off, wet mouth smacking at the corner of your lips down towards your chin. 

Hopper shouts at you anyway. “Hey! Uh-uh, no sucking face in my backseat— especially not in front of me, alright?” the man grouses, hands fidgeting on the steering wheel. “Spare me the emotional turmoil, will ya?”

You sneak a quiet peck to Steve’s pouted mouth when Jim’s not looking.

The boy grins with contentment a second later. “Mm,” he hums, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “You taste like cherry.”

“It’s the punch. It tasted just like slurpees, I swear—” You’re about to start rambling, then cut yourself off with a dramatic gasp. “Hopper!”

“No,” the man montones from the front seat. It’s like he can read your mind. 

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!” you whine with a pout.

“I’m not stopping for slurpees, alright? I’m taking you kids home so you can sober up and get the hell out from under me. That’s it.”

There’s a brief moment of silence. For that fleeting second, Jim thinks he’s won. Then you and Steve inhale a deep breath and beg at the same time, “Pleaseeee!”

He sighs so deeply his chest deflates like a popped balloon. He readjusts his grip on the pleather steering wheel and grumbles like a storm cloud.

“Jim, please,” you beg, dramatic and terribly loud with it. The man flinches when you reach forward to grab his arm. He slows at a stoplight and turns back to look at you, bathed in neon red and sparkling with desperation. “I need slurpees to live.”

Jim blinks at you for a moment, then turns away when the light goes green again. He shakes his head and mumbles, “God, you’re so dramatic…” 

You smile all giddy as you sit back because you know you’ve won.

“You’re lucky I need to get gas, anyway,” he tells you, just to make himself feel better, as he pulls into the nearest Seven-Eleven parking.

The intensity of the fluorescent lights makes you squint. The very distant headache you’ve been fighting off since midnight starts to creep back up again. Steve sees this — because there’s nothing about you he doesn’t notice — and swipes his sunglasses off his face to put them on you.

“Thanks, Zuko,” you joke as he pushes the plastic up the bridge of your nose.

Jim, seemingly less grumpy than moments before, unbuckles his seatbelt and looks at the two of you over his shoulder. “That’s what you guys are supposed to be?” he scoffs out a laugh as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket. “Those kids from Grease?”

“No,” you answer with a dramatic drawl. “I’m you. Duh.”

Hopper almost breaks his neck with the double take he gives you. He squints at your tropical-patterned shirt, unbuttoned at the chest and tucked into your jeans, and realizes you are him. He doesn’t know if he should be mad or honored.

“I was supposed to be Sandy, but then Steve ripped the costume,” you reason with a shrug.

Jim’s eyes narrow. “Was it too small?”

“Nope,” you answer in a monotone, popping the ‘p.’

His scruffy face twists like he’s tasted something sour. “You guys are disgusting.”

“It was a blessing in disguise, though. This is, like, a kajillion times more comfortable.”

Steve nods beside you, slow and sloppy and full of hubris. “This was a much better choice.”

“It’s super hot, right?”

“Total dilf material.”

Jim’s features scrunch. It’s like you two are speaking a different language. “What the hell does that mean?” he wonders aloud. 

You and Steve share a look before snickering and getting out of the car. 

He repeats, louder this time. “Hey. What does dilf mean? Hey! I’m talking to you—”

His only answer is the slam of the car door.

Like an annoyed father, Jim swears at the two of you under his breath while he pumps gas but eyes both of you attentively to make sure you get inside without busting your ass. 

When he follows you to pay, he finds you acting like a couple of unsupervised toddlers. You lick flavored ice from your fingertips while Steve leans back with his face beneath the lever, pouring blue raspberry slush into his mouth.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Jim scolds from the entrance, brows pinched and mouth agape. Your eyes go wide, still licking syrup from your fingers. Steve, meanwhile, is still trying to swallow his melting mouthful. Hopper shakes his head. “There are cups right next to you.”

The man escorts the both of you out after he pays. 

Steve holds one of your hands and swings it between your bodies. Your free hand is at your head, rubbing gently at your temples. The ache is distant and dull, like an ice pick has been shoved inside your skull.

“Ow…” you whine softly to yourself when getting into the car jostles the pain. 

Jim watches you try and fail to buckle yourself in. He can’t tell if you’re still just drunk or if your headache’s making it harder for you. Maybe both. He reaches over to help you anyway.

“It’s just a brain freeze, you’re not dying,” the man grouses over your whining, clicking the latch into place. “Stop making a scene about it. You’re fine.”

He leans back from you and is about to shut the door. Then, with a flat face, he asks, “Are you okay?”

“My head hurts…” you murmur, slurring like a sick child desperate to be babied.

Hopper sighs. “You’re okay…”

He shuts the door with a gentle push. He gets into the driver’s seat and resumes the drive home in a relative quiet.

You and Steve lean against each other in the backseat. He hogs the slurpee you both agreed to share, but you don’t mind. You’re still fighting off a headache like you’re fighting off sleep.

“Did you have fun?” the boy asks you, resting his cheek against your hair. You can smell the blue raspberry on his breath.

“I always have fun,” you mumble.

“At Halloween parties?”

“No, dummy. With you.”

“Oh,” he hums with a crooked smile you can’t see. “Sweet.”

Jim’s smiling to himself before he means to, shaking his head at how goddamn in love the two of you are. It’s so sanguine, it makes him sick.

He slows when he pulls up to Steve’s house. The mansion is totally empty — not a car in the driveway or a single light on. No one’s here, because no one’s ever here. 

“Alright, lovebirds. We’re here. Get out,” he announces, voice gruff with the sleep he wishes he was getting.

The car jerks softly when he puts it in park. When he looks over his shoulder, he finds you and Steve totally knocked out. Eyes shut, mouths open, lips stained purple from red and blue slurpees.

Jim huffs. “You gotta be kidding me…”

He feigns annoyance about the whole thing because he’s got a reputation to uphold. He’s the grumpy old man you come to for help — that’s his thing. So even in your sleep, he grumbles with a light-hearted irritation as he drives you back to the cabin. At least there he can keep an eye on you both.