#thank god bc now it's like the worst show ever??

[cherrymoonvol6]

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[ineedtogetalife11]

Why didn't you say something??❤️- Leo Valdez x Poseidon Cabin reader.

Yo, I am SO sorry this took me so long to make, It's just been a very busy break which is a big contradiction.... ps I am so sorry for this SHITTY writing.

Summary: reader doesn't like pda but leo does, and I mean, just read it. I am soooo sorry if this is not what you wanted

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, maybe some dirty jokes?? Angst but it's fluffy. maybe some ooc characters bcs I'm reading magnus chase rn

It had been a few months since you and Leo had started dating, and you were, addmitadly kinda worried about it. Don't get me wrong, you were so happy about it, Leo was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but he was extremely a bit touchy. You loved leo, butt you just didn't like touch that much. Like, a high five, a kiss on the cheek, and maybe a hug every now and then, but you weren't an all around PDA person. Leo, on the other hand, loved it. He always had a hand on you, on your shoulder, your thigh, your ass. And even though you weren't exactly shy when you wanted something, you really didn't want to insult Leo, so you just went with it. But you eventually got tired of it. So you went to the best person you could think of; Percy.

" Yo, Seaweed Brain!" You called out "Percy c'mere" Percy turned around, and you walked over to him.

"What's up y/n/n" he said patting your head. You swatted his hand away.

"Hey! No touchie." You said.

"Right," he said lowering his hand. "What's up" you sighed

"So you know how I'm dating Leo right?" Percy rolled his eyes.

"Yeah"

"And you know how he loves... PDA?" Percy nodded.

"And you know how, I... don't?" Percy finally seemed to understand.

"Is he not listening?" He asked. "Because if he's not respecting you I can drown him." Percy warned.

"No no no no no! It's not like that," exclaimed. Percy's head tilted to the side. "I- I uh- I haven't told him." You admitted. Percy's expression turned exasperated.

"Dam y/n! What do you want me to do about that?" He asked

"I don't know! Give me older brotherly advice maybe?" Percy considered this.

"Tell him." You looked at him exasperated.

"Oh my gods thank you that's never came to mind." You said sarcastically.

You walked away and sat in your cabin. You didn't know what to do. You were a fucking big 3 kid, a child of poseidon! You had fought millions of monsters. But you couldn't tell your boyfriend how you feel.

~T-t-t-time skipppppp~

Leo POV

Leo was nervous. He didn't show it, but he was. And it was because of y/n. He loves his s/o, he really does, but lately he has noticed that you didn't respond to his affection like you used to. When he put an arm around your waist, you didn't squeeze back like you used to. Oh my gods did I do something wrong? DO THEY WANT TO BREAK UP?

Leo was frantic. So he did the best thing he could think of. He went to Percy.

"Yo seaweed brain!" Leo whisper yelled as he broke into cabin 3 at 3:00 in the morning. "Wake up!" Percy squirmed.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Percy replied.

"Shhhh, don't wake up y/n" Leo said. Percy grumbled some colorful words that would impress even Arion. "Um, is y/n okay, because I noticed that they aren't as touchy as they used to be and-" Percy cut leo off.

"Leo I swear did you come in here to tell me about your lovers quarrel because I DON'T KNOW!"

Leo emerged from there very wet.

Dam, Leo thought. Leo was scared, and he had been scared his whole life. He list other people, and he most definitely did not want to lose you. So he did something that was the worst decision he could make. He stopped being so touchy.

Reader POV

"Percy? Percy?" You called.

"What the fuck do you want this time." Percy said not even saying hi.

'Damn, I must have annoyed him.' You thought to yourself.

"Dam Perce I just wanted to ask a question.'" Percy looked unconvinced. You continued "has Leo said anything about me, because he seems less touchy and-" you get cut off

"Get the fuck away from me."

Okay I am so sorry for this but uhm, I have been so busy and I dint have a lot of time so I will post this really quick just to get something out there and if this gets 20 likes I will put out part 2 as fast as I possibly can.

[lancermylove]

MC is a What!? (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: DB with gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @smut-simp

Prompt: Guess What? I'm back. Ok, so i love mythical creatures (and you). But i wanted to ask for MC who is like a secret god/goddess. Lemme give you a description. MC had a terrible, no-good, very bad day. And they were in their room crying, so now they have a headache and its even worse bc the horns are hidden and straining against their head. so MC lets them out along with the wings bc their back hurts from being curled up for so many hours in a corner.) NOTE: Sorry if this is a long ask, i'm just so freaking eager. *Cries in simp* Also, i have like 3 more suggestions that i'm still thinking about, soooooo yeah I Love You SM <3 Hope You Have The Best Day Ever! :)

A/N: Soooo this was supposed to be a quick ask, and it turned into an HC. 😋 Awww thank you! 💖 I love mythical creatures too! I added the description you gave for the god/goddess appearance in the prologue. :3 Thank you! I hope you have a great day and HNY! I hope 2024 is the BESTEST year ever for you. 🤗

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Prologue:

This was your worst day in Devildom, and your breakdown was taking a toll on your mental health as well as your physical form. Not the form you showed others, but your true form - that of a god/goddess. You never told anyone this secret as you feared being seen as a fish out of water in Devildom.

When others looked at you, they saw a 'normal' human, but what exactly did you see when you looked at yourself in the mirror? Four large white wings with golden outlines; slightly glowing eyes the color of gold; two golden horns that curved from just above your ears and stood six inches above your head; a shiny white and gold striped halo balancing atop the horns; a third eye on your forehead with massive, long eyelashes that was white and glowed; a huge deep gold tattoo on your stomach in the shape of a person sitting crisscrossed, using magic, and the three realms.

You were able to hide all of this from the others, but the bad day had drawn tears to your eyes. In turn, you had a headache, which kept getting worse due to the strain of the horns on your head. However, the amount of magic it was taking you to hide your form took the highest toll on you. For a while, you stared at your tears that were made of gold (literally). Was it worth it to continue tormenting yourself to hide your true form? Shaking your head, you shattered the magic around you, and instantly, your deity form was on display.

Unfortunately for you, he had learned you were having a bad day and entered your room. He generally knocked, but today, he assumed you would tell him to leave you alone.

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Lucifer froze. The amount of divine energy flowing from you made it difficult for him to breathe.

A while back, he had suspected that you were hiding something from them but wasn't expecting you to be a god/goddess. Regardless, Lucifer remained unfazed by your appearance and was more concerned with your sadness.

He forced himself to come closer to you, even though his body told him not to. Wordlessly, the first brother sat on the edge of your bed and gently stroked your head, avoiding touching your horns.

"It hurts. My horns hurt!"

Lucifer knew from personal experience how annoying horns could be and how heavy wings could feel at times. The Avatar of Pride didn't ask you questions, nor was in interested in learning anything about you at that moment. His energy was forced on trying to calm you down and provide you with a soothing touch.

However, one question nagged Lucifer's mind: why was a deity in Devildom? If Lucifer didn't trust you, he would have thought you were there on a mission to study the demons as the heavens were planning a war against Devildom.

His jaw dropped. Where was (y/n), and who was this creature? Why was there such a strong divine aura flowing from it? Wait, was that creature you? You were a god/goddess?

Mammon's head spun, but hearing your anguished sobs tore at his heart. He wanted to bombard you with questions but knew this was not the right time.

It took him a little struggle to get closer to you as your divinity was too dizzying for him. However, Mammon wanted nothing more than to help you calm down.

When he saw your gold tears, the Avatar of Greed's eyes widened. He had a moment of weakness where he considered taking your tears and selling them to make A LOT of dough but had to remind himself that this was neither the place nor the time to think about money. That didn't mean he wasn't planning to take your 'tears' afterward with your permission, of course.

Mammon sat by your side and held onto your hand as he gently patted your shoulders. His eyes wandered around to take in your majestic form.

Maybe you had your reasons to hide the truth from them. However, he hoped you would tell him the truth once you calmed down.

Eh? EHHHH? You were a god/goddess all along? Why didn't you tell them? He thought you were a normie human all along. If he knew you were a deity that looked like they were straight out of an anime, Levi wouldn't have given you such a hard time.

He was lost in thoughts until he heard your whimpers. His shoulders slumped. Though, he was a little uncomfortable as he didn't know how to make you feel better. Regardless, Levi still pushed past the invisible barrier around you that attempted to push him away.

Levi hesitated to touch you because he didn't know if your light would have a negative effect on him. After a while of thinking, he sighed and gently stroked your cheeks. That was when he saw your gold tears. Talk about your tears being priceless.

Since he didn't know what to say, Levi stayed silent, gently stroking your cheek, head, and arm and even taking a chance at caressing your wings. They were even softer than Lucifer's wings in the Celestial Realm.

Unlike some of his brothers, Levi didn't consider you would be there to spy on them or have any ill-intention toward them. You were still (y/n) to him - a friend, crush, and sweet normie, not a force of divinity.

Satan wondered if he was in the presence of a god/goddess and took a moment to analyze your aura. Once he confirmed, the Avatar of Wrath felt breathless. He knew being around your divine form for a prolonged period would have a negative effect on him. However, he couldn't bring himself to walk away and leave you in tears.

The Avatar of Wrath took a deep breath and forced himself to get closer to you. His eyes scanned each and every detail on your body, but he was most fascinated with the tattoos of the three realms. Why would a deity have a tattoo of all three realms? Did you have a special power, or were you an overseer of all three realms? Someone who transgressed ordinary gods/goddesses.

He had to force himself to swallow his curiosity as your well-being and happiness came before. So, Satan made a mental note of all his questions and sat down beside you. His touch was gentle but still hesitant.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Those were the only words he said. If you chose to tell him, Satan paid close attention to your words; if you chose to remain silent, he didn't force you to say anything.

Once you were in a better state of mind, Satan planned to get answers to his questions and hoped you would tell him the entire truth.

As someone who admired beauty above all, Asmo was speechless. He never thought he would see a being more beautiful than him, but you proved him wrong.

Asmo was so enamored by your appearance that, for a while, he zoned out and didn't hear your sobs or see your tears. His only focus was on taking in every inch of your beautiful appearance. He only snapped out when you let out a small cry of pain.

At first, he didn't want to come closer, knowing his dark aura would not mix well with your light one, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain.

Little by little, he eventually came closer to you and tried to talk to you. Asmo wanted to know why you were in pain and crying, among many other things. The Avatar of Lust knew he couldn't stay in your presence for long without being affected, so he tried his best to learn the reason for your sadness and find a solution.

Seeing your appearance brought back memories of the Celestial Realm, which made him realize something. How had he not heard about a being like you before? Had Michael and, maybe, Lucifer known of your existence and hid it from others, or did they not know about you?

Beel was surprised by your appearance, but unlike his brothers, he didn't think about who you were or why you hid your appearance or divine aura.

His focus was only on your tears. Why were you crying, and what could he do to make you feel better? Beel tanked his way closer to you without worrying about the effects of your divinity on his body or mind.

"What's wrong, (y/n)? Did someone do something to hurt you?" He patiently waited for your answer. His eyes wandered to your wings, and had you not been sad, Beel would have smiled slightly. Your wings slightly reminded him of Lilith and her wish to have beautiful wings. He couldn't help but think that if she was alive, she would have loved this form of yours.

Once you gathered enough strength to tell Beel you were having a bad day, he tried his best to help you by talking to you, giving you hugs, and sharing his food. If you tell him someone caused that sadness, Beel will 'take care' of the person for you right in front of you so that you can smile. Whatever it takes, he will do.

Belphie had to force himself to stay grounded as his first instinct was to run out of your room. Compared to his brothers, your aura had a crushing effect on him. He wanted to walk away, but seeing the way you looked at him, tugged at his heart.

The Avatar of Sloth wondered just how much magic you had to be able to constantly conceal your presence from everyone. He understood you were a god/goddess, but even deities have limits. Belphie slowly got closer to you but didn't dare to touch you. Once you concealed your divinity, he planned to make it up to you by hugging you and not letting go.

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" It was evident he was concerned about you.

"Bad day...my wings...and horns feel...heavy..."

He could completely understand your problem, as his horns were the heaviest out of his brothers. At times, he purposely avoided his demon form just so he didn't have to deal with the burdens of the heavy horns.

Knowing he couldn't help you much, Belphie considered calling Solomon over to try to alleviate your pain. But would the sorcerer be able to help? Moreover, would he attempt to use you for his own benefit or to help humanity?

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[theoceansluvr]

Tim Drake x Baker! Reader

warnings; threats ? not against the reader or Tim author's notes; MY ALL TIME FAV !! I LOVE YOU TIM DRAKE😞 another indulgent work bc i haven't baked in years and every time i get a new favorite character i have to project my baking habits onto them <9 i yapped a lot but he's my lil guy so he deserves it

he LIVES for your baking

literally if you make pastries he's the first one to eat one and tell you how they're amazing

you might not be Alfred but he'll be damned if he says you aren't competing with him

i feel like he really likes scones ?? idk but make those and you have his whole heart

not that you didn't already-

he's a sucker for any kind of pastry really

he loves cupcakes and cookies don't get him wrong

but absolutely nothing beats muffins in the morning he doesn't care

specifically blueberry !

if your anything like me you hate other people being in the kitchen while you bake

and as much as he'd love to help you out

he's terrified of getting yelled at for trying to sample the batter

never again

but you do let him sit at the kitchen island while you work so he doesn't mind

since he's a tragic insomniac, you usually find yourself baking so he'll have something to eat at the wee hours of the night

he gives you a big ole kiss each time as thanks !

if you sell your stuff he makes absolute sure you get your money.

has ans will threaten to ruin someone's life over this

he means business when it comes to you

which also means chasing his brothers throughout the house because they stole the cookie that was left out for him.

every single time.

you've learned to just start making extras at this point because gods know these boys don't know how to behave

not Tim related but you've probably made Damian little animal shaped cookies

you are now his favorite person because of this. not that he'll ever tell you

back to Tim !

uses that good ole Wayne money to buy you the best stuff <9

only the finest ingredients for his rose i fear !

matching aprons even though he doesn't helpT^T

he thought they were cute and you couldn't argue

drops the worst hints whenever he wants you to make something like

"Oh wow you know what would be sooo good ? *Insert whatever baked goods you'd like*. It's so tragic we don't any.."

he's the worst and i love him

you bake every single one of his birthday cakes and nobody is complaining

it saves the time and energy PLUS everybody loves your baking !

and Tim slightly gets to brag about how good you are at it

(all of the Wayne kids show off their partners if you couldn't tell-)

he would LOVE spice cake and i can't explain why ?

sure he could eat any kind

but spice cake just does it for him

tried to bake you something once and he still hasn't gotten the flour out of his hair

Alfred almost had a heart attack when he found him on the kitchen floor with a cookbook

Tim made him swear to never tell you or anybody in the house..

it's a great wedding story though

he's your favorite and best taste tester as well ! he's fairly honest about what's good and what isn't

those detective skills also come to use with this for some odd reason ? can't explain why

with all that being said !

he's my absolute favorite man ever and he's perfect and he deserves everything i have ever baked !💛

[descendantsramblings]

hi !, uhh, I love ur writing, firstly of all. secondly, I wanna request a fic w uliana bc she’s underrated with a reader who’s struggling with anxiety n all that … if your okay with doing that. uli is trying to calm their partner down during a anxiety attack or smth but she’s not the best at helping.

thank you!

Thank you so much darling <3

She’s not the best at helping is so accurate to her. I loveeee Uli but I feel like she’s so bad with any emotions especially other people’s

Also I saw that someone else had if not the exact same request then one quite similar so I didn't read theirs yet to insure that I didn't copy them.

Breathe

Uliana x VK?Reader

Pronouns Used: they/them/theirs

Summary: the stress of wondering how other people see you can be the worst villain of all

Warnings: anxiety attack, reader is insecure, bestie! Hook

Word Count: 1.6K

    Being a villain wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. At least, not if you asked (Y/n). It felt like eyes were constantly on them, someone was always watching. They had eyes trained on them all the time, people anxious about what their next move would be. The wary looks constantly placed on them made it feel like the weight of all things evil was on their shoulders. As if they had to be frightening at all times or the mere idea of them being evil would never be believed. They loved the villains, they’d never had anyone care for them the way that the other villains did. Never had anyone love them like the other villains did, especially not the way that Uliana did. No one had ever dared to look at them the way that the sea witch did. As if they were the sun, shining through ripples of clear, blue water. Uli acted as if they were the finest breath of fresh air she’d ever taken in. 

   They were lucky, they knew that they were lucky. Weren’t they? Yes, there were always eyes on them and they felt like they had to put on their best evil show all of the time, but they were lucky. Of course they were lucky, what else would they be? They had people now, people who cared for them, they had no need to be so worried all the time, right? If those eyes quit eating into their soul, they wouldn’t be so worried. That would be lucky, being able to blend back into the shadows. They wanted out, didn’t they? Surely they did, what else was there to get the eyes off of them? They needed out, getting out would take everything bad away. But to lose Hook and Morgie? To lose Uliana? Leaving her crew would surely be seen as a stab in her back. Would she even want them if they weren’t a villain? Were they lovable if they couldn’t handle being a villain; were they not? Not that (Y/n) could ever leave the villain's life now that they entered it. The royals would never trust them again, they would never be anything but a villain. 

    They were stuck, by god they were stuck. This was it, this was all they would know for the rest of their life. The watchful eyes would never go away. And for what? A girl? Friends? Was love and friendship worth the way people looked at them? Of course it was, it had to be. Why would they ever get themself stuck in a life like this if it wasn’t worth it? But those ever anxious eyes were making them feel as if they couldn’t breathe. Other peoples’ worries shouldn’t be making them anxious. They were so stuck in the constant loop.  How did they get so stuck? 

   Somewhere, as if she was an ocean away, Uliana was talking. She was rambling about something. (Y/n) should be listening, they know that they should be listening, but Uliana sounds as if she’s underwater. And it’s impossible to focus with how tight their chest is, like they can’t breathe. Where did the air in their lungs go? Was it them who was underwater? Did they fall into the black lagoon? (Y/n) digs the palms of their hands into their eyes, pressing down until they see stars. Why can’t their mind just shut up? Shut up, shut up, shut up! 

    Uliana’s eyes flutter over to her partner, the movement beside her snatching her attention. “Hey, where are you?” They don’t respond, turning to look at their adoring girlfriend but they can’t focus. Too busy trying to drag air into lungs that fight it, hands shaking with glassy eyes staring out into some abyss unknown to the sea witch. Uliana reaches out to touch her partner’s cheek, they jerk away instead. Shaking their head no in a sharp and aggressive way. The rejection yanks at her heart, frown ever present on Uli’s face as she looks over their face. Something was wrong, so incredibly wrong that they  couldn’t voice it. Carefully, as if she fears being rejected again, the girl reaches out for her partner’s shaking hands, holding them gently in her own. (Y/n) doesn’t snatch them away but their eyes are still obviously glazed over. They’re not focusing, not on her anyway. “Hey, baby what’s going on in there?” 

    Hook watches the couple from his spot across the room, eyes flickering over the obvious confusion on Uliana’s face and the odd fear on (Y/N)’s. Something wasn’t quite right. He knew his fellow villain -if he can call them that- well enough to know that something is wrong. Their shoulders are far too stiff, the adoring look that is normally cast over Uliana is instead some odd look of fear. He slinks across the floor, heading over to the duo silently. Watching, waiting for the two to sort it out or his cue to slip himself into the situation. Surely, if he knew his friends well enough, they would need him. 

    Uliana lets her hands slide up to the other villain’s shoulders, smiling with furrowed brows. “Hey, you need to breathe. Just, take a deep breath and let me help? You just, uh, you need to breathe.” The words are flying right over (Y/n)’s head, hands still shaking. “Hey, listen to me!” That was Hook’s cue if there ever was one. She was obviously getting freaked out too, not knowing how to help, making the odd behavior in her partner get mirrored into her. “Uli,” his hand slips onto her shoulder as he comes up behind her, “You need to breathe. Let me help?” 

   She wants to say no. (Y/n) is hers, she should be able to handle anything that her partner is going through. But Hook was so much better with emotion than she was. Where Uliana took a conversation as an argument he could weave through the layers of emotion to find solutions. More than once the boy had to play mediator for their fights, somehow bringing both partners down to earth before they flew right over the edge. So, as she looks between her friend and the panicked look on her partner’s face, she nods. Not trusting her voice to speak as the sudden feeling of being useless fills her. Look at her, big bad Uliana who couldn’t deal with a few emotions. 

   Her eyes never leave Hook, hand staying clamped on one of (Y/n)’s while the other she hands off to him. “Hey, hey let’s look at me,” his hook tilts their head to look at him, smiling in a soft way that she’d only seen pointed at the people in that room. Delicate, guiding her partner to him like a lost lamb. She takes in the way he flips their hand over in his, thumb rubbing deep, smooth circles into the center of their palm. Something about the touch seems to bring them back to the room around them and Uliana makes a note to herself to remember that. Circles on their palm gets them to zone back in, at least a touch. “Hey, there we are. Now, you think you can breathe for me? Deep breaths.” She’d tried that, why wasn’t that working for her? The weak nod that (Y/n) gives Hook has Uliana on the brink of crying herself. As if they’re unsure they should agree to breathe, like they’re not positive they are where they’re supposed to be. 

   “Deep breaths. In,” he draws his hook up as he says it, breathing with them, “Out.” Shakily, as if they can barely drag air in, the villain does as he tells them and Uliana wonders what about it worked differently. Was it the movement of his hand? The fact he was breathing with them? Both? She would have to try it that way, remember to do it that way. If this is what worked then she needed to remember it. “There you go, now, I need you to listen okay? Why don’t you come back to Earth with us, huh? We want to know what’s happening in there.” They’re still taking slow deep breaths but they’re starting to seem more focused, staring into Hook’s eyes like he can personally yank them out of their own head. “You are in a safe place. You’re with people who love you, darling. How about you come back down to us and let’s talk through what’s got you so riled up? Let us help, I’m sure that we can. There’s no way that it’s so big it needs to take the air out of your lungs.” 

    (Y/n) takes one last slow, shaky breath. Eyes fluttering closed as they shake their head. “Would,” they pause to relocate their voice, fighting the way it shakes. “Would you,” eyes flutter open, looking from Uliana to Hook and back. “Would you still love me if I didn’t like being a villain?” She doesn’t mean to, Uliana swears she doesn’t mean for it to happen, but she laughs. She laughs a heavy, deep belly laugh as she finally releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she watched the exchange. That’s what had them so worked up? “See, I know it was stupid,” (Y/n) attempts to untangle themself from their grips and Uliana tightens hers. “No, it’s just,” she nearly wheezes, shaking her head as she tries to find her words. “I was so scared that you didn’t love me, or like, you hated us. And you just, like being nice? I already knew you liked being nice.” And it fills their lungs with air, she knew? All this stress and she just knew them. What was all the stress even for?

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Scuttling into ur askbox like a little beetle

i think i recall you reblogging/posting things about geography and culture + human effect on it - I vaguely recall a piece of art where it showed a blurred out, cropped piece of people fighting, and focused instead on the flora in the scene.

ANYWAY! getting back on track. seeing that piece inspired me to take a course this semester called "people and the land: cultural geography". and the whole reason I came to your askbox was to ask if you had any suggested reading materials? We'll get stuff in class ofc, but I am curious to see if there's any bias of materials on the prof's side vs someone else.

Phew that was a long ask. thank you o/!

That sounds like Liz Anna Kozik’s piece : D So happy it stuck with you! I love her work!!

As for your ask, what an awesome class! Land-human relationships are my bullshit, and I really enjoyed my own cultural geography class.

Thinking back on my schooling, I would say about 70% of my classes fell in with the “everything is awful and humans are the worst” narrative, and the other 30% made time for land-human relationships other than the extractive hellscape that most people currently live under. So, full disclosure, when I think of “bias,” that’s what I think of. You grow up in the miasma, it’s hard to imagine that there’s any other way of living. It’s also hard to say without knowing the professor, but I think, in general, it’s good to be mindful of who is or isn’t telling the story.

ANYWAY. All that in mind, here’s some articles about people-land relations that I think are neat:

The Environment and Society portal - I like their digital exhibits especially. I remember enjoying Oceans in Three Paradoxes and The Northwest Passage. Great place to wander around and pick a random article that catches your eye.

Of Deserts and Decolonization: Dispelling Myths About Drylands – obligatory desert propaganda. An article looking at how colonial mindsets about deserts disrupt existing relationships and hurt both people and land, and also how those attitudes shape environmentalism/conservation/etc. still today.

The Miracle of the Commons – lovingly challenging the Tragedy of the Commons with a creative solution to poaching and human-animal conflict in South Africa, Zimbabwe, and Namibia. Great article to sit in discomfort about (productively!)

Biodiversity: The Variety of Life that Sustains Our Own – Contains one of my go-to examples when explaining how humans can be good for land and biodiversity, the story of Quitobaquito Springs (and its sister spring Ki:towak, though the author doesn’t mention it here.)

The Environmental History Timeline - just fun to look at, especially the further you go back. It’s funny to spot where a young branch of history is trying *really hard* to reframe how academia thinks about the past, by bringing the invisible landscape forward:

2700 BCE —  Epic of Gilgamesh describes vast tracts of cedar forests in what is now southern Iraq. Gilgamesh defies the gods and cuts down the forest, and in return the gods say they will curse Sumeria with fire (or possibly drought). By 2100 BCE, soil erosion and salt buildup have devastated agriculture. One Sumerian wrote that the “earth turned white.” Civilization moved north to Babylonia and Assyria. Again, deforestation becomes a factor in the rise and subsequent fall of these civilizations. (Perlin, 1991). 2700 BC — Some of the first laws protecting the remaining forests are decreed in Ur, Messopotamia. (Grove, 1995).

^^^ fucking around and finding out forever and ever and ever.

[golbrocklovely]

the ghost with the most // sam golbach

A/N: first fic of my 13 nights of halloween ! i highkey love this story haha this and the one i wrote for colby with the same-ish concept were so easy to write. thank god bc i still have so much writing to do. but hopefully you enjoy this one. this one is also gender-neutral so everyone can enjoy. let me know what you think :)

prompt: the ghost hunter that lives in your house doesn't believe in ghosts. guess it's time to show him what you're made of || ghost!reader x sam golbach

trigger warning: cursing, ghost hijinks, mostly fluff

word count: 1311

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This house was yours. It had been yours for years, decades even. But you never grew older.

You died a long time ago. You weren't sure how or when, but you knew you were dead.

And every couple years, a new family would move into your house. At first you hated it, but now... you've grown to enjoy your time annoying and scaring the new house folks.

This year, the family that moved in wasn't really a family at all. It was a group of guys, all in their early 20s. You watched from the shadows as they all picked out their rooms, some fighting over the master (which was yours so like... why were they fighting in the first place?), and over the next month or so they settled in.

Their choice in decoration was... boring, to say the least. Borderline nonexistent, besides in their own rooms. The one named Colby kept his room pretty dark, dungeon-like. The other two had some very weird styles that you didn't appreciate. And the last one, Sam... his was fine.

You settled on his room to chill in.

Something about his energy was interesting to you. You had overheard them all one night talking about ghosts, about whether or not they existed at all. And Sam was the one that surprised you the most with his response.

"No. They totally don't exist. Even with all the proof we've captured, I'm still unsure."

You didn't quite understand what he meant, but you saw him and Colby leave the house every so often, only to come back and tell the others about their adventures and "investigations".

So they were ghost hunters? And Sam didn't believe? Interesting.

You had nothing else to do with your free time, and since you had plenty of it, you decided to focus your energy on Sam and making him believe.

The first thing you tried was giving him nightmares. That itself was a bit difficult for you, but humans’ minds were a lot more open when they were unconscious. You were able to weasel your way in and make him think of scary, horrible things. Of ghosts chasing after him, of you chasing him around the house.

After a couple nights, you thought you had done the trick. I mean, how many times does someone have to wake up in a cold sweat to realize they are getting a message from the beyond?

But it didn't work. So you moved on to plan b: poltergeist time.

Now, you weren't an evil spirit. Hell, in your old life the worst thing you ever did was get a parking ticket. But you figured if Sam saw things moving around on their own, he would start to believe, or at least sense that something was in his house.

Because at least the others knew that. They would tell him all the time that they could feel something watching them, especially Colby. But Sam always shrugged it off, claiming they were just paranoid.

One day, while Sam was sitting in bed, you decided to knock something over on his desk. Some random little figurine he had. His eyes widened as he heard the noise, he jumped out of bed and looked at his desk. The figurine laid on the floor, still shaking from your motion.

"How'd that fall?" He whispered to himself.

You felt like shouting "Me, bitch!" but figured that was a bit mean. He placed it back on his desk and left his room. You figured maybe was going to go downstairs, tell all of his friends about what just happened. You giddily followed him to the kitchen, only to watch him pull out lunchmeat from the fridge and make a sandwich.

You tried the next day, and the day after that, and still... nothing. It didn't help that his other two roommates had decided to move out, so you waited for there to be a right time to spring into action again. And finally when the time came, you decided to up the ante and move something in front of him and Colby, thinking maybe he would get a clue that what was happening to him was paranormal. While the two of them were in the kitchen, you opened a drawer, slowly. Colby noticed it first. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched the drawer open.

"Dude, look! The drawer's opening on it's own." He gasped.

You smiled as Sam turned towards the drawer, hoping that now it would finally click in his head. But instead he walked up to the drawer, shut it, and went back to talking with Colby. He told him that that drawer always had a problem staying shut and had opened on him before.

Oh, so now we're just lying to each other?!

You finally had one more move in your arsenal. You decided, while he was out, to stack everything in his room in the center of it. His desk, bed, furniture, whatever you could get your hands on, you put in the middle of his room. It took you a long time, and you were proud of your work when you were finally through.

There's no way he's not gonna believe this is paranormal.

You waited impatiently for him to come home. He walked through the front door and trudged up the stairs to his bedroom. You smirked as he rubbed his eyes, ready to take a nice long nap most likely. Then he opened his door, stopping dead in his tracks.

"What the...?"

He studied his room, glancing all over the place for how this could have happened. You leaned against the wall, just waiting to hear him scream or gasp or... something. He yelled for Colby, and he came in a minute later.

"Love what you've done with the place, Sam." Colby stated nonchalantly.

Sam glared. "How the fuck did you do this?"

"Do what? I didn't do this." Colby argued.

"Well, you were the only one home." Sam mentioned.

"I was, yeah. But I've been busy editing. I left two hours ago to get some food." Colby replied.

Sam questioned him, "Then who did this?"

Ghosts! Say it was a ghost! There's no one else that could have done it!

"...Jake." They nodded their heads, rolling their eyes at their ex-roommate.

Are you forreal?! You tried to breathe for a second. You know what? They'll realize it wasn't him when he confesses it wasn't, and they'll have to realize then it was something supernatural.

But that never happened. They didn't question Jake, they just assumed it was him and moved on with their lives. But you... you couldn't.

You followed Sam around the house. Every step he took, you were right behind him. You gave him some privacy when he needed it (you weren't a perv now), but otherwise, you wanted him to feel you. To feel your anger.

Sam and Colby mentioned that they had a new investigation the next day that they had to get ready for. You groaned at their words, following Sam as he left Colby's room to go to his own, and into his bathroom. Once you realized he was only washing his face for bed, you came in.

"I fucking hate you, you know that right? Do you know how annoying it is to prove to someone that I'm real? God, this is the most irritating thing I've had to do, and I've died before! I mean, you go on these trips, catch tons of evidence, and somehow don't believe in ghosts. It's insane to me. Like, what do I have to do, jumpscare you? Do I have to appear in front of you just for you to believe in me?!"

Sam jolted up out of the sink, his face sudsy with his face wash. His eyes locked with yours, and he screamed.

[moose-muffin]

yo, i think i have some for Velvette and Charlie ig

Velvette is a very teasy Ler and a bratty Lee

Her worst spots are her underarms

She LOVES to Target Vox ever since she found out he was incredibly ticklish

I SWEAR she is the one to Bang her fists on the ground because "it tickles so Bad"

She squeals while laughing loudly. No Questions asked.

She WILL and CAN Target your worst spots.

Her laughs become really high-pitched if You Target her underarms LOL-

Teases You all while wrecking the living hell out of ya.

As for Charlie-

She adores tickling Vaggie, they often get into Tickle fights

Speaking of Tickle fights she and Lucifer always had little Tickle fights when she was little, for fun OR when she was feeling down

Her worst spots are her belly and Ribs

She on rare times takes the role of the Tickle monster (or most times)

Well that's all i have for now!

You might recognize me with this.

-🐝

OH MY GOODNESS???? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE THEYRE SO PRECIOUS HELLO!!!

VELEVETTE IS ACTUALLY AN ICON I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND HER LER STATUS IS ACTUALLY EVER PRESENT LIKE!!!

AND THAT SHOWS IN HER BRATTY LEE VIBES TOO HEHE UR SO RIGHT!! SHE IS SO COMBATIVE BUT ALSO SUPER GIGGLY!!! I LOVE THAT SHE WOULD BANG HER FISTS, MIGHT I ADD SHE WOULD KICK HER LEGS TOO? I THINK ITS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE

ALSO YES SHE TICKLES VOX ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND LETS JUST SAY EVEN THO HE S A Y S HE HATES IT, WE ALL KNOW HES A LIAR AND A DECEIVER ☺️

SHE IS SOOOOO TEASY!!!! AGREED 1000% I WOULD SAY SHES VERY MUCH A FAN OF TEASING THEM ABOUT JUST HOW TICKLISH THEY ARE?? SHE LOVES COMMENTING ON THEIR REACTIONS TO THE TOUCH. SHE MIGHT TEASE YOU ABOUT LIKING IT (especially if your name starts with a V and ends with ox)

(Very quick Valentino mention, feel free to skip if it’s not ur thing. not a Val apologist, I have just always been a villain enjoyer. his character is very interesting. Also four arms) Val and Vel teaming up as lers is actually a crazy collab that would send Vox into an early grave or I guess you know, just make him very flustered. see how I add Vox to everything i am so sorry please don’t worry about it 😍 (i am so horrendously lee and ler for that man)

BUT YES! VELVETTE IS DEF TICKLISH! I HC SHE CAN KIND OF TURN IT OFF? LIKE PRETEND SHES NOT TICKLISH! SHES REALLY GOOD AT IT TOO, BUT IF YOU GET HER ARMPITS… SHES COOKED 😚 OR ALSO I FEEL LIKE HER KNEES ARE HELLA SENSITIVE TOO!! GOD I LOVE HER!!

CHARLIE!!!!!!

MY BELOVED, SHE LOVES TICKLES ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!!!

HER AND VAGGIES TICKLE FIGHTS ARE THE BEST?? BC VAGGIE KNOWS CHARLIE LOVES IT AND SO THEY HAVE LIKE BIGGGG TICKLE FIGHTS. LASTS FOR LIKE THE DAY SOMETIMES (THEY DO LIKE HIDE AND SEEK TYPE STUFF. CHARLIE ENJOYS THE BUILDUP AND THE IDEA OF TICKLE GAMES AND VAGGIE IS HAPPY TO OBLIGE WHETHER IT BE GIVING OR RECIEVING!)

One time they got into one of these and of course ended up getting the whole hotel involved <3 (OH AND NOW IM THINKING ABOUT THIS CONCEPT ON A GREATER SCALE I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO EXPAND ON THIS LATER)

Vaggie def prefers to be the ler but she loves watching Charlie’s face light up when she lets her tickle her (sorry this sounds so busted 😭 basically Vaggie is a softie for when Charlie tickles her bc Charlie gets really excited about it and has a lotta fun)

Charlie is absolutely shameless about loving tickles (kinda stealing from @kt-the-lee hi honey 😽) she is not embarrassed in the slightest and it’s just such a normal part of her identity it’s beautiful

She is also a very gentle ler. She is so excited about tickles all the time but absolutely does understand it’s not for everybody. (If I’m being 100% canon she prooobably had to learn this one the hard way and felt bad but whoever it was gave her a hug and of course forgave her bc they knew she meant well! They also probably tickled her too just to ease her anxiety <3)

The Lucifer one is very wholeosme and sweetie. I’m not big on family tickles personally but adorable nonetheless <3

HER BELLY AND RIBS BEING BAD SPOTS AWWW!! ID SAY TICKLISH NECK TOO <3 SENSITIVE AF AND SUPER GIGGLY IF YOU TICKLE HER THERE!

APOLOGIES FOR TAKING AGES TO RESPOND. THANK YOU FOR THE HCS THESE ARE ADORABLE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RANDOM ADDITIONS. IM NOT SURE I KNOW WHO THIS IS FROM YET BUT HIIII OMG

[sieglinde-freud]

so the way endings in awakening work is a bit off if you have the gay mod because it reads single people normally, but married people have the man’s ending read, and then his wife just. attached. and so that alters which ending you see for both of them. unfortunately, that means if i have f/f pairs, which most of them were, i dont get to see any because none of them were read. and at least with the second gen, i did almost entirely f/f pairs, which dont show up, or m/m pairs, which had nothing written, so. everyone please give it up for gerome and cynthia, the only second gen ending i got to see!

😭😭 good for them!!! anyways unorganized final thoughts under cut so i dont have to make a whole other post for it

awakening lunatic sucks! but project thabes makes it suck a little less. in all honesty i had a lot of fun, awakenings a good game to revisit, and finding a way to make it challenging while being able to use my favorite units (awakening second gen) ever was awesome. normally having all 13 (or 14 in this case, with both morgans) would break the game, but lunatic kept the enemies strong, so it didnt matter what my units had. i actually got overwhelmed a lot 😭 HUGE difficulty jump between hard and lunatic all i’m saying. and then the games like “hey now u have lunatic+ if that interests you” NOOOOO THANKS.

anyways. here are my top three guys according to the medal thingies at the end

im so proud of them :3 of all the kids really but yeah these three were huge standouts. virion actually got a change in the mod where one of his subclasses was swapped for myrmidon, so yarne got to inherit astra which was actually insane? it procced ALL THE TIME so. that was crazy. chrom!inigo and fred!cynthia are always good thats not new but they were really clutch in the last few chapters. i had them both hopping around classes for most of the game bc thabes redoes skill progression so. IT TOOK CYNTHIA SO LONG TO LEARN LUNA. ITS FROM WYVERN LORD. GOD. she went through a LOT of classes yall dont even know. also honorable mention to marc and morgan, the best rallybots ever, and dancer lucina, who was outserving everyone she was in a scene with. my girl.

like ok serving cunt on the back of the god youre about to kill? get it girl!

anyways so for second gen pairs i did: lucina/f!morgan, owain/m!morgan, inigo/laurent, yarne/brady, severa/kjelle, nah/noire, and cynthia/gerome and you know what. i think i have a great taste. a lot of these were born from being unable to do other pairings but thats ok. i liked how it turned out. though i was gonna do nah/noire anyways because they were actually like. an insane duo. honestly im surprised noire didnt get a medal thing bc i feel like her nostanking with nah backing her up got me out of so much shit. maybe its because i didnt see her ending… oh. oh wait thats probably it. well. anyways.

i think awakening is not a properly balanced game, nor are the maps made for a difficulty like this. towards the end game especially, the maps are just. flat. most of them anyways, and they just become really repetitive and bland and boring. and despite this being the game with the tactician character of all the time, they dont really allow you flexible strategies, because if youre not pair up stat stacking, you will die! and that sucks. mid game is alright, but the last arc is really weak and kinda dampered my whole experience. im glad i did it, but i wouldnt actually reccomend it to anyone unless you like to play like that (which is totally fine! its just not my thing). definitely requires some solid planning as well. all in all, not the worst fire emblem ive played but… well. im not doing it again. ok anyways heres inigo mouthing off at grima

[danikamariewrites]

hi there!!! how are you?? hope everything is fine 🫶🏻🫶🏻

now, i was thinking something, i started to listen to taylor swift (I'm obsessed with her, and I love her so much 😭❤️‍🩹), and i just know that Aelin would be one of her biggest fans and also reader.

so imagine modern rowaelin taking reader to a taylor concert, like it was her dream and they would do anything for her 😭😭

SENDING LOVE!!! LOVE U!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Eras Tour headcanon

Modern!Rowaelin x reader

A/n: they absolutely would be swiftys and would have a great time at this concert

When Taylor announced the Eras Tour you were so unbelievably excited

You ran into Rowan’s home office demanding a meeting in the living and then went to Aelin’s office demanding the same thing

You already had the power point set up on the tv as to why the three of you should go to the tour

The two of them sat, letting you finish your presentation with huge smiles on their face

Yeah Aelin and Rowan are Taylor fans and would go obviously but you felt the need to convince them

“And that concludes why we should go to the Eras tour. Thank you. Questions, concerns, hopes, dreams?”

“Obviously we’re gunna go!” Aelin yelled and you both jumped up and down holding hands screaming

The two of you looked to Rowan waiting for his answer, “What ever makes my girls happy. And I love Taylor too. I’m obviously dressing as Midnights.”

You all register for the presale and buy something from her website to give you a boost

By the grace of the Gods Rowan got the email with a presale codes

Aelin was so happy she started crying

The day of the presale you all took the day off work

The three of you got up early, you made a starbucks run while Aelin went and got food and Rowan sat in the living room watching his laptop with Ticketmaster open (we all sat there and watched Ticketmaster an hour before don’t lie)

You were so anxious you could barley eat

You and Aelin did chug your coffees tho which you might regret later

When it was time you were all yelling at the computer to load

Then the worst thing happened….Ticketmaster froze and no one knew what was happening

“What happened? Rowan what did you touch?” “Nothing Aelin! It just did that.” “No no no no no no no no WHAT IF WE DONT GET TICKETS!” “DONT SAY THAT Y/N!”

Of course you and Aelin scroll TikTok to find out what happened

You both made sure Rowan kept his eyes on the computer

When you jumped to the front of the line and could buy tickets you started screaming

“WE CAN CELEBRATE AFTER LETS GET THESE FUCKERS!” You yell

Rowan quickly picked out 3 floor seats bc they have money and want this to be a fun experience

And when he hit purchase and actually had the tickets the screaming started again

You were relieved and so very tired

So tired that you and Aelin ended up napping on the couch together for 3 hours

Now the real fun begins

Waiting for the show and picking/making your outfits is sm fun

Rowan goes as Midnights and Aelin can’t believe he picked a fun sparkly blue outfit

Aelin goes as reputation and has the coolest snake bodysuit

You go as Fearless and wear a gold sparkly dress with white boots

When the day came you were all so excited

You drew 13 on your hand and Rowan and Aelin’s

You got to the stadium super early

Got the merch you wanted (all 3 of you got the blue crew neck and a tshirt)

When Taylor took the stage you and Aelin didn’t stop screaming and singing and jumping around

Rowan obviously sang and danced with you guys

You cried during Marjorie

The surprise songs were your favorites

When the show was over you were dead tired

You couldn’t feel your feet and Aelin was begging Rowan to carry her

Rowan had made sure to hire a car for the night so you guys wouldn’t have to worry about driving home

He definitely carried both of you to the car

You were both falling asleep on his shoulder until he suggested McDonalds

The driver stopped and you got so much food

You pig out until you get home

When you get home it’s 1 am and you don’t even think you can change

The three of you just wash your face and strip passing out in a heap on the bed

[workingforitallthetime]

“Oh, gross!” Rutger drops the couch cushion. She’s already found a weird assortment of disgusting stuff inside the half-couch and the battered chairs at the seniors’ house – decaying chicken nuggets, vape cartridges, Canadian coins – but the used condom is the worst. “Frankie, do we need any more?”

Frankie assesses the stack of cushions Rutger’s piled up on the seat of the most stable chair. “It’s probably enough.”

“Thank god.” Rutger shoves the couch cushion back in place, shuddering when she remembers she slept there last night. It’s been fun camping out at the hockey houses for welcome week, but she’s excited to move into her dorm room this weekend.

She perches on top of the cushion pile. Frankie said she’d only do Rutger’s braids if she didn’t have to bend over. That’s worth all the gross discoveries under the cushions. Frankie does good French braids. Rutger usually goes with a ponytail instead of asking Frankie for the favor, but she needs braids for today’s cowgirl look.

Frankie parts Rutger’s hair down the middle and separates out three strands on one side. Rutger tries to figure out which app she can open on her phone with Frankie right behind her. She ends up scrolling slowly through Instagram while Frankie finishes off her first braid.

She’d asked Frankie to be cowgirls with her and Seamus, but Frankie said it wasn’t her thing. Rutger’s not sure what Frankie’s thing actually is. She’s known Frankie since they were kids and Rutger still hasn’t figured it out. Today Frankie’s wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, no theme at all. Boring.

Rutger’s Instagram feed disappears, replaced by a FaceTime photo of her and Cutter at U18 worlds, each of them biting one side of a silver medal. She can’t remember whether the medal was hers or his.

She wishes he wasn’t calling so early. She hasn’t met any of Cutter’s teammates yet, and she doesn’t want to see any of them over FaceTime when she’s halfway braided. It would be rude to ignore him, though. She swipes open the call. “Hi, babe!”

“What’s up?” Cutter’s shirtless and in sunglasses. It looks like he’s in the middle of a crowd of similarly shirtless people at an outdoor party. Rutger can barely hear him over the music.

“Up and at ‘em, yeah?” They must get started early in Boston. Everyone at her house is still getting ready for the day: thumping up and down the stairs looking for parts of their outfits, mixing vodka in jugs in the kitchen, setting up the table for Corners in the main room. She holds the phone so only the side of her face with a completed braid is visible. “Say hi to Frankie!”

“What up, Frank?” As Cutter makes his way through the crowd, bare shoulders in basketball jerseys and bikini tops pass in and out of the frame around him.

“Hey, Cut.” Frankie nods at him and starts Rutger’s second braid, indifferent.

Rutger pulls the phone back in front of her now that it looks like Cutter’s not with anyone in particular. “How’s your day going?”

“Fucking best day ever.” Cutter launches into a detailed explanation of welcome week at BC. Rutger wiggles with impatience on top of her cushion throne. Finally, Frankie snaps a rubber band around her left braid and tells her she’s done.

“Thanks, Frankie!” Rutger picks her cowboy hat up from the couch and pops it on her head. She heads upstairs, looking for a full length mirror so she can show Cutter how cute she looks: the jeans she hacked off into a miniskirt, her cowboy boots. She and Seamus made tops out of bandanas.

At the top of the stairs, she finds Seamus coming out of Moyle’s room. “Shea! Does that room have a mirror?”

“Nope.” She tugs at the knot behind her neck. “Does this look…”

“Say hi to Cutter!” Rutger spins and holds the phone all the way out so Seamus can fit next to her in the frame. It’s not as good as if they had a mirror, but they look super cute together. Rutger was able to get away with one bandana folded into a triangle, tied over her chest with the point downward. Seamus has a lot more to work with in the boobs department so she tied a red bandana and a blue bandana together into sort of a bikini top, knotted around her neck and behind her back.

“Hi, Cut.” Seamus smiles at him. “Good times out there?”

“Fucking awesome.” Cutter pans the phone around him, too quickly for Rutger to see much besides lots of bodies. Is that a mudpit?

Rutger pulls Seamus into the bathroom. The mirror doesn’t go all the way down but it’ll have to do. “We’re cowgirls!”

Cutter tips his sunglasses down so he can see the screen. “You look hot, babe.” Rutger pops her hip out and serves cowgirl duckface.

“I’m out.” Seamus kisses her on the cheek, which looks so cute in the mirror but Seamus ducks out the door before Rutger can capture the pic. She’ll have to get her to do it again later. Meanwhile, she preens for Cutter, tugging at the ends of her bandana to show a little sideboob, just enough to stay tasteful but still look hot if one of his teammates were to pop up over his shoulder.

“Wanna see more of that later.” Cutter leers at her. It’s quieter on his end now, no other people in the frame. He leans back against a brick wall, maybe the side of some BC frat house.

“I’ll figure something out,” Rutger giggles. Another reason she’s looking forward to moving into the dorm. There’s no way she can lock herself into the bathroom at the house long enough for phone sex. She and Seamus can probably work out an arrangement with their dorm room, though. Cutter can wait until the weekend to remember what her tits look like.

A clanging from outside disrupts their conversation. “Pictures!” Rutger recognizes Moyle’s howl. It sounds like she’s beating on a cowbell. 

“Oh, I have to get out there!” Rutger flips the camera around so Cutter can see the full scene in front of her as she clatters down the stairs in her cowboy boots. Her teammates are filling the front porch and milling around the yard, everybody dressed up in their welcome week finest.

Moyle said she didn’t care what the girls wore as long as everybody looked cute and showed some skin. In Moyle’s case, that apparently means black leather hot pants and a matching fetish bra, visible through the cut-open armholes of a sleeveless t-shirt that says Let Me She/Them Tiddies. She’s also wearing fishnets over legs that she’s probably never shaved in her life. Rutger would not wear one single piece of that outfit, even the mirrored aviators or the excellent mullet. It works for Moyle, though.

It looks like the guys made the rest of Rutger’s freshman teammates wear adult diapers, except they ran out of supplies so half of them are just wearing boxers. “Look at Gavin!” Rutger squeals and pans over to Gavin in a Speedo with a USA flag on it. Cutter cackles.

“Rookies on the porch,” Moyle orders, and Rutger’s class starts to coalesce. Seamus links elbows with her and tries to pull her toward the group.

Rutger looks down at Cutter. “I have to go…”

“Call me later?”

“Sure, yeah…” Half her classmates are posing on the porch rail and the other half are lined up behind them, blotting out the light on the porch so Rutger feels like she’s in a cave.

Adam turns around from the center of the back row. “Rutger, get in here,” he bellows, stretching out an arm to let her in between him and TJ. 

“Is that Fantilli?” Cutter’s eyes are narrowing under his sunglasses, Rutger can tell.

“Love you, babe, talk later!” She slides her phone into the back pocket of her skirt as she scurries into the photo. Cutter’s always been weird about Adam. Whenever they played the Steel, he’d hover around while she and Adam caught up on the concourse afterwards, usually with a possessive arm over her shoulder. Nothing that Rutger couldn’t solve by being extra sweet on the bus ride back to Plymouth, just to reassure Cutter that he’s her guy. They were meant to be: Rut and Cut.

“Nice crop top.” She pokes Adam in the ribs under the ragged edge of his Raptors t-shirt, sliced off halfway through the logo. His too-short cutoffs almost match her and Seamus’s homemade denim skirts. Adam’s never satisfied with the bare minimum, like the other guys in their boxers or Frankie in her black sports bra. He’s always going to go the extra mile to be a little more ridiculous, a little more fun, just like Rutger is.

“Yours too.” Adam tugs on one of her braids, not hard enough to interrupt her big cowgirl smile or her perfect cowgirl pose.

She and Adam hit it off immediately, four years ago at CAA camp when he showed up for 80’s bowling night in slitted sunglasses and a hideous pair of neon jams. Rutger was dressed as an aerobics instructor in a leotard and legwarmers. They were the only ones on theme. Adam’s been one of her best friends ever since, and after years of seeing him on the other side of the ice in a Team Canada jersey, this season they finally get to play together. Rutger beams for the phone cameras held up in front of them. This is going to be the best year ever.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

Watching ep1 again cuz I wanna know why it’s not one of my favs of the season since I love 324 so FCVKING much and I think it’s cuz kanthony like why was there so much them it made me psychically ill i just couldn’t watch their scenes bc imagine being all happy giddy like y’all didn’t ruin Edwina life and the half sister Kate smiling like she didnt just betray and backstab her own so called sister 😂 I have never seen a bigger LOSER then Kate Sharma I’m soo sorry but imagine not only fighting for yt man with ur own sister but you being a grown a88 woman in her 30s soon and Fighting your 17 year old sister over a yt man a rake that’s just nasty and sexist misogynistic like nah never ever have I seen a bigger LOSER character or female in history of media kanyhony deserved each other just for that meh reason alone both being miserable losers who don’t and didnt deserve sh*t!! also they never beating the lust sex ship allegations because why was all their scenes just them having se*x like every fcvking scene they really forcing the ship atp bc they know so many people hate it even if it’s fan favourite the amount of people who hate is large so they trying so hard to make them seem cute and lovable but it’s just coming off as forced and just nasty out of character all that se*x is very on brand for them bc they never talked just went straight to se*x it’s giving that riverdale se*x only ship! But yeah it was to much them actually ewwww way to mf much the hand holding at start was so forced Kate isnt that kinda girl!

The funny part is her princess sister WON by miles she got the nasty man sure but her sister got everything else and we love to see the love and admiration from the queen the big pretty wedding and the diamond and getting courted whole szn oh she deserves it so much

Thank god they didn’t ruin my favorite episode like they did ep1 with all that se*x they constantly was having unnecessary so bc it didn’t bring anything to the show or their characters but thankfully the skip button exists just for that reason for kanthony scenes and thankfully didn’t have to use it as much this szn like I did in s2 because I was just skipping every time they was together alone every kanthony scene without Edwina was skip ⏭️ skip skip and I loved it so much!

now just gotta skip some more but at least it’s polin snz saving me unlike s2 so I’m beyond happy actually!

Kate Sharma was really a 26y/o woman fighting her 17 year old sister for a yt man! can u say biggest loser in tv history! I’m just sad for Simone Ashley for having worst role in a show where female characters are so complex huge in personality big part of the show and her role as Kate wasnt/isn’t like you can see when she disappears no one nobody noticed and it makes zero difference in the show as whole like even with Cressida disappearing would’ve made more of difference and what happened kinda feeling and that’s sad but Kate deserves nothing so I’m regrade I’m happy bc it’s what Kate deserves!

[sutekooooo]

First I was glad to see some nice fanarts of the brothers Karamazov but then like usual with artists on the internet (from west and ch/jp/kr especially) you need to draw and be involved in mlm and even worst, an incest and nsfw one. Why are you using relationship of works like this ? We can't have anymore platonic or family relationship without some people like you who needs to use for romantic one. Have you ever wondered if the author would like to see his characters shown in these type of positions? Do you have any respect for his work and him ? I can understand you don't have any religion but where the line is for you ? Stop for a minute and ask yourself is it the right thing to do ? This is because of this type of fanarts that now we don't any more relationships in a work other than romantic one. Bc even there is some there will always someone who will use it to show them in some sexual or romantic positions. But God knows how sweet it is to have a relation with a sibling, a parent, a same gender friend, someone you respect without involving sexual desires.

God protect us from a society of (young) people who grow up on internet without any advice or protection and think that these shippings is the norm and okay. Do not complain then that there is so much incest and sexual harassments. You will be held responsible for your acts.

First of all, thank you for recognizing my work, and sorry that some of my work has given you a bad experience.

I must say that when I was drawing TBK homoerotic fanwork I expected that posting these works would bring controversy, so I didn't post more aggressive pictures on my main account, and as an audience of other people's artwork, I also have my own disliked works of art and disliked artists, so I can understand your feelings. In the future when I post these works I will think more about some audiences' opinions and feelings, and I will also think about the content again and post more warnings. I'll also think about whether the platform is appropriate for posting the content or not.

But as a creator of artworks, I cannot accept your exaggerated comments about the impact of my work on others, nor can I accept that I can ignore the morbid content in TBK and choose to not express these possibilities, and more importantly as a content creator, I have the natural right to draw whatever I want, even if it is questioned or criticized.

Thank you for your comment anyway.

首先感谢您对我作品的肯定，并且抱歉我的部分作品给您带来了不好的观感。

我必须说在绘画陀氏同人作品的时候我就有预料发布这些作品一定会带来争议，所以之前我并没有把一些裸露过多的图片发在主账号上，而且作为一个同样是他者艺术品的看客来说，我也有自己不喜欢的艺术作品和不喜欢的艺术家，所以我能够理解你的心情，以后再发布这些作品我会更加多地思量一些观者的看法和感受，并且在发布内容时多做一些警示，也会再思度发布内容的平台是否得当。

但是作为一个创作同人作品的作者来说，我不能接受您关于我作品对于他者影响的夸大叙述，我也不能接受我自己忽视陀氏文学作品中病态的内容的而不去表现这些可能性，而且更重要的是作为一个内容创作者来说，我有天然的权力画我想要表达的任何东西，即使这些内容会遭到质疑和指责。

感谢您的评论。

[erwinsvow]

Hi!! Was mia all weekend cause last week absolutely killed me. Literally slept twelve hours each night lol wanted to pop in and say how much I loved the recent drabbles especially the touchy Rafe one omg has to be one of my favourites!! Also love the pope love s3 pope does something to me😵‍💫 hope you’ve been well!

Much love xox

-💓

Ps spent the weekend just thinking about Rafe doting on me🙁 he’d be all pissy and act annoyed and huff cause I was barely functioning but he loves stepping in to take care of loved ones it comes naturally to him

oh my god literally missed you so much!! hope you are feeling better and well rested now! its so tough ugh on one hand you want to use the weekend to be productive and then you also want to rest. rest always win tho <33

you are still the sweetest ever thank you!! literally been wondering your thoughts ur my og rafe fan! the touchy one had me acting silly goofy. i also felt like it was the most accurate to show rafe. i think my most favorite recently was the one with the shoes (sarah's friend) and the one from yesterday with sneaking into his room!!! and stoppp pope has me feeling stupid n crazy. why is he so hot. him n jj both dating reader makes me feel afijdoshajf<3

and stopppp ugh rafe is the worst when ur out of commission. seriously. takes out his anger on innocent bystanders and his family bc he's worried about you and also just misses you but knows ur so burnt out and need to recover before he goes and bothers you. but when you wake up and are like come over n bring snacks he races!!! runs to the gas station to pick up chocolate and drinks and then curls up in bed with you watching ur silly romance movies <3 he's just happy to be back with you.

i can picture it so vividly, he's the type to bring his laptop and try to do whatever random work he's doing on there sitting up next to you on the bed. leaves every hour to stretch his legs and makes you drink some water while youre all sleepy and slurry. he's a doter he just gets so embarassed if anyone finds out, like if ur friends call to make sure ur still alive and you tell him like yeah, rafe's here taking care of me and he's like shut up. i'm not. just making sure u don't die of dehydration. ur like sure... whatever u say...

trust it's a fuckfest when ur back to normal mode. lol. <3 love you!!!

[raayllum]

thinking about these lines in particular bc good god, man

Karim’s sure fire focus on the end, so much like Viren, where he only sees his people restored through his own glorious hand because the end is all that matters, even as a child to adulthood:

Karim could see that line, unprotected and waiting for him. They only needed to reach it. [...] He had memorized the runes. The spell, its words, its motions. He had visualized it countless times: the orb restored by his hand in a display of magic so brilliant it would light the city’s poisoned sky like a golden sunrise.

The persistent idea of loss and how he rails against it (which, no wonder the Soul Candle ceremony is so important, when he lost a friend recently too alongside his eldest sister)

Stars. Just stars, obviously (+ bonus “game motif” of playing a game as children, and then it’s very much not to boot / “yes, mages were his prey”)

WHAM. Someone slammed into Karim’s side. He went down hard. But we’re going to win, he thought, blinking stars out of the noon sun. Someone tore the banner from his grasp. We have to win. 

We have to win, Karim told himself. The writhing, tainted darkness of Lux Aurea’s night sky spread infinitely above him, the stars all swallowed up inside it.

They did not stop until they reached a dry riverbed far, far past the last of Lux Aurea’s golden gates. They could see the stars again, the violet tinge of twilight behind them. It would be dawn soon. 

Never mind that nothing good ever happens at dawn in this show (Sarai and the queens of duren’s deaths, Callum’s possession, etc) + bonus river/water motif (although it’s dry). 

Tainted by darkness, corruption, continually (“the writhing, tainted darkness of Lux Aurea”)

At dusk, every shadowed corner of Lux Aurea erupted with—he struggled to find words for them—monsters. Some of them he could almost call familiar, like horses and banthers, but they were changed. Like the sun orb itself, the abominations rippled with corruption, with tainted magic so vile that light itself seemed to bend to avoid its touch.

After darkness, light. [...] He hardly heard her. I can save him, Karim thought. I can save all of us. Nothing is lost! Karim’s mind raced and found a light to cling to: the spell—the cleansing spell!

Which also fits with his emphasis on light (and tradition) in his original short story from Vol. 1, “The Queen’s Soul”:

Karim’s chest tightened. “It is never too late. We must honor our traditions, now and always! They are the light that will guide our way out of this darkness.”

Janai spoke with a brutal honesty that cut him like a blade. “Her soul – it is lost.”

“No. It merely waits, Sister. It waits for us,” Karim urged. “We must guide her back to the Sun.”

The constant emphasis and comparisons to sickness and infection, also tying in lines from the Book One novelization in terms of how the Moonshadow elves respond to Rayla: 

“Your wound,” announced Tijana, staggering away from Osato. “That’s— that must be how it spreads. Like an infection!” [...] The corruption wriggled like worms under his skin, snaking further with every beat of his heart, down towards his hand and up to his shoulder. “Cut it off,” he shouted. “Cut off my arm, before it spreads!”

"Runaan, you know that weakness is an infection," the third elf said so angrily he was spitting. "You must cut it out!" (book one novelization)

He could still see it: the top of the Sunforge Tower, upside-down from where he lay, shrouded in inky corruption. It looked ill, its sickness weeping red and crowning the spire in a haze of blood. [...] All around them, he could hear the sound of battle down every alleyway, around every corner, the worst of the bloodshed mercifully shrouded by the night’s darkness. How many had they already lost? Karim felt sick, desperate, weak. [...] Karim took a last look back at the ailing heart of Lux Aurea atop the Sunforge Tower.

Which, continual heart motif even over storms, thank you kindly, as well as the red equalling sickness, and Karim literally putting on the red glove of his sick, dead friend by the end of the story. 

Karim waited until he could no longer hear the sound of her boots before he let himself weep. He wept for Osato as he buried him, marking his grave with a circle of stones. He wept for his city, his people, and the darkness struck deep into their hearts.

As well as Karim’s parallels to Claudia - the younger sibling, unable to accept change, unable to accept that they cannot save everyone they love with their magic, likewise poisoned with sickness and corruption and losing/finding  (“Stay safe, and stay in the light. Don’t follow me, and don’t look for me. I don’t think you’ll find me, anyway.” Dear Callum)

The corrupted elves drew closer. Osato stepped towards them, a desperate captain reaching for his soldiers, but Tijana seized Osato by the arm. “Don’t. They are lost. But we’re still alive.”

“Lost? They are our kin! They are not dead!” Karim protested. “They might still be saved! All of us can still be saved! We must—”

“I will banish that darkness,” Karim swore to Osato’s grave. “I swear it, Osato. Lux Aurea will not die with you. We will be whole again. By the Sun, we will be whole.”

And last but not least because TDP hates me, specifically

Karim stepped towards them, peering closely, and his eyes fell upon Osato’s wound. The moon, he realized, had played a cruel trick. Osato’s blood was not simply dark in the moonlight… It was black.

as well as

“Do not speak as if you mourn him!” Karim snapped, overcome. “You killed him!”

Tijana spoke softly, almost at a whisper. “He was my friend.”

Anyway this short story was extremely fucked and i am both scared and excited to see the literal ramifications it has for both the Sunfire elves and Janai/Amaya and Karim, as well as the possible broader implications for S5, dark magic, Aaravos, and possession plot line as a whole

[flightfoot]

You think Ladybug will ever tell Chat about having Alya(Rena & Furtive + Scarabella) as a second partner who is also her Co- guardian since prett much the beginning of her guardianship, or has that ship sailed?

Seeing that plot thread still not being touched upon for no reason while Marinette has Alya with her each and every day to talk to (most importantly the CATACLYSM incident for which Adrien conveniently never needed support for. Support that Marinette on the other hand got from Alya :/), but Adrien is stuck with Monarch his abusive Father now trying to groom him and a best friend who for some reason doesn't quite understand enough how dangerous Gabriel is to his son... it just continues to sting while watching. I just wanna watch this show normally again without it STILL leaving a bitter taste in my mouth for Adriens sake, can this just be over now? Can this boy just have SOMEONE on his side besides Plagg and his own (overly taken advantage of by the show) out-of-this-world resilience?

Even Nathalie is not entirely save to rely on bc she still on the evil side and yeah, ik Adrien has Marinette now but

Man I just wished that boy was allowed to have anyone else really on his side than just Marinette and Ladybug in what sadly limited support he can get from her often bc of the usual circumstances. I get that he's her love interest and it's HER show but the story is just straight up refusing to give Adrien any other options to get help besides Kagami that one time in Determination and thank god for that one

What reason is there at this point to not have Ladybug tell Chat about Alya in a mature (LONG overdue thanks to Multiplication) conversation so they are a team of three? It just feels like complete secrecy towards Chat out of principle now. Monarch KNOWS. Just TELL HIM so Chat has ANYONE he could secretly visit too when he needs someone to talk to! How hard is that? Marinette wouldn't even "loose" any time with Alya, Chat can just join their sleepovers they seem to be doing almost daily now. So you can still even include Marinette in that! *yells into the void for 10 years out of frustration*

And I would just be more bothered by this whole situation if that secret is only allowed to come to light by force somehow in the Kwamis Choice or some other plan Monarch had. That's just gonna force Adrien to find it out in the worst way possible AGAIN and he has to mostly swallow it down and be nothing but supportive for Ladybug AGAIN bc him finding out is gonna make her sad so that has to be priority, which will be it.

Aaaaaaaaaaaargh! I don't wanna be so negative about this but I'm so annoyed Dx Why does this show always have to be so one-sided in all of this?

I think the ship has sailed on Ladybug telling Chat exactly how involved Rena Furtive has been, and for how long. Chat knows that she was around more than he'd been told about, and I think that's all that's gonna happen with that story thread. Chat is very content to let sleeping dogs lie. So long as Ladybug needs and wants him and does appear to be trusting him with information now, I can't see him poking at old stuff. He is forgiving and understanding to a fault.

And yeah I wish Adrien could have more of a support network! I'm glad that Marinette has Alya, because she needs someone to talk to about everything secret identity related, but Adrien doesn't have that same luxury. I agree, he does have out-of-this-world resilience, which I wish he didn't need as much as he did. Let the boy break down and not be okay, and have someone there to catch him - and not JUST Marinette, as much as I like the cute scenes between them.

I did love Kagami in Determination. She's very to-the-point and forceful, she's not exactly a comforter, but she wants the best for Adrien and will help him to get what he needs. I'm rooting for her to become Adrien's confidant, especially since it'd explain why Adrien lied to her so often. If Luka gets to be aware of why Marinette couldn't tell him the truth, then Kagami should get that same luxury.

I don't fully agree about Ladybug telling Chat that Alya, specifically, is her confidant though. There's some secret identity problems there. If Chat gets mind-controlled, he could spill that secret, and then Monarch's even more likely to go after Alya than he already was, and to learn Ladybug's secret identity by doing so.

I do really want Adrien to get to have some breakdowns and need comfort and have that comfort get to actually be the priority at some point. To not have Ladybug have a breakdown at the same time, and Adrien to have to force himself to be strong for her. I really want him to get that kind of comfort and love and to just... not HAVE to be super resilient all the time.