#there are so many haunted looking 30 year old men

[khalixvitae]

I have been pulled into playing Limbus Company by a friend and I have. So many thoughts. I finished Canto I in a day and a half. I’m currently starting Canto II. I’ve never been more lost and intrigued than I am rn. I’m hoping the complete confusion is not a failing on my part and is a part of the game because at the moment I haven’t got a clue what’s going on but it’s interesting and I sure plan on rolling with it

[bodythiefsblog]

Beyond the Reflection

Javier and Mateo had always shared a special connection. From the moment they met in that café, they felt they were meant to be together. But something deeply troubled them: how society viewed them and how they perceived themselves. Both were slender and felt insecure in their bodies; they wished to be stronger and more muscular, not just to feel better about themselves but also to protect their relationship from the critical gaze of the outside world.

One day, while strolling through an old neighborhood, they stumbled upon an esoteric shop that seemed out of time. In the window, a sign read: "We fulfill your deepest desires." Intrigued, they entered the dimly lit establishment, which was filled with antique mirrors and mysterious objects.

An old woman with eyes as dark as the night greeted them. "I know what you want," she said before they could utter a word. "You want different bodies, stronger, more powerful."

Javier and Mateo, holding hands, looked at each other and nodded. They were willing to pay any price to be together without the insecurities that haunted them.

The old woman led them to a room where two large golden mirrors hung on the wall. "These mirrors do more than reflect your desires," she explained, "they allow you to take the bodies of those who embody that desire. But you must be sure because this change is irreversible."

In their minds appeared two muscular men they often saw at the neighborhood gym. One of them was Gabriel, a 27 year old man who had dedicated his life to the gym, making it his sole occupation and passion. Standing tall with a muscular build, his physique was the result of years of relentless training and discipline. Gabriel spent hours each day lifting weights, perfecting his form, and pushing his limits. The gym wasn’t just a place to work out; it was his sanctuary, the one place where he felt in control and at peace.

The other man was Armando, a 30 year old successful personal trainer and nutritionist, known for his charisma and his ability to inspire others to reach their goals. Armando came from a humble background and had worked hard to build his reputation in the fitness world. However, behind his bright smile and seemingly perfect life, he hid a deep loneliness. He had dedicated so much time to his career that he had neglected his personal life, and although he was admired by many, he had no one to share his successes with.

The mirrors began to glow, and in an instant, Javier and Mateo felt a strange pull inside them. When they opened their eyes, they were no longer in the shop but in the bodies of Gabriel and Armando.

Javier, now Gabriel, suddenly felt much stronger, and immediately began to admire his body: his abs, his perfect pecs and a pair of big buttocks ready to receive his boyfriend's cock.

He immediately put Gabriel's things (his things) in his backpack and took a photo, sending it to his boyfriend's old Instagram profile.

"Look at the ass you're going to be playing with tonight."

Meanwhile, Mateo opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a routine in Armando's body. There were people around him who noticed something strange in his attitude.

"Are you okay?" one of them said.

"Yes, bro." Mateo pretended, knowing that was exactly how Armando would speak.

Immediately, the new Armando ran to the locker room, where he logged into his Instagram account and read the message from "Gabriel." Full of emotion, he lifted his shirt and took a photo. Responding: "I can't wait."

After two weeks (and a phase of rough gay sex every night), Gabriel and Armando came out to their girlfriends and families and declared themselves a couple. It was especially fun to go to the mall to find some clothes that actually fit their "new selves."

Their new bodies were strong, powerful, exactly as they had imagined.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

What's your opinion on Dadmare aus?

I don’t think much about Dadmare aus, or not very often. I don’t have anything against them and whenever I come across content i usually think it’s cute and like the post before moving on, but i don’t seek it out and hardly engage in it.

This is mostly because i haven’t found an interpretation of dadmare aus ive been able to get invested in, most interpretations ive come across just aren’t for me.

My biggest “issues” (but not really) with most interpretations is that nightmare is almost always portrayed as a perfect dad who can do no wrong, all the other sanses are infantilized to hell and back, and as @/signanothername said in their own post, none of the characters feel like their own people.

Their relationships to eachother and Nightmare all feel very one note and cut from the same mold most of the time. All the same reactions, all completely trust Nightmare and kiss the ground he walks on.

I don’t mind found family, but I don’t like it when the found family is shoved into little boxes and cannot differ from them.

Nightmare is 500+ years old, did not grow up with any significant parent figure in his life despite winging it on taking care of Dream, and spent his 6 early years of life being routinely abused by all the adults around him. And then he was horribly transformed and corrupted.

Why would he take on a parental role again when the last time he tried something like that he was also a child, he had no other choice, and everything went to shit despite it? Wouldn’t he also struggle like any actual parent would.

If he spent 500+ years isolated and only interacting with others when forced to, or needing something from them like negativity, wouldn’t that life experience translate into trying to care for this group of traumatized men.

And they are men. They aren’t boys. They’re adults. Unless they’re supposed to be actual children when they meet Nightmare, or one or all of them are age regressed, then I don’t see the point in infantilizing them or treating them as if they’re children. None of these guys are looking for a father figure.

Adults can be found family, there doesn’t need to be any dad or child or siblings boxes to me.

Especially not when Horror already has a brother, Killer’s concept of family dynamics is also very likey screwed to hell and back (just look at what he thinks about any relationship, there’s no such thing as “equals” in his eyes, killer in dadmare dynamics would probably just view it as another role and game he has to play and “dadmare” is his new Chara), Nightmare killed his mother and his currently trying to kill his brother after trapping him in stone for years.

Dust killed his brother and is constantly haunted by his hallucination, Cross destroyed his entire AU and also came from an entirely different AU with a completely different life from the others. (Alphys being his sister, for example. Horror having lobotomized his Alphys and Killer having likely killed and tortured his many times and Dust having murdered his.)

So tldr: I don’t mind dadmare, but it personally isn’t for me. I like found family bad sanses, but not if there’s roles assigned and not if it’s not earned.

I don’t like Nightmare being the perfect father somehow and the sanses being treated like children even though they’re 30-40+ adults and aren’t looking for a father figure.

I prefer dysfunctional found family dynamics with the bad sanses.

Also that some people aren’t likely to be overly emotionally involved or invested in these dynamics for a very long time if at all, even if he plays along as if its all a game or some elaborate test being played on him— either because he thinks he has to, or because it’s something new and he’s curious. He may even get bored of the dynamics eventually, and start asking Nightmare when it’s game over.

Which could lead to something very interesting if he realizes it was never supposed to be a game or a test.

[multifandomfanfiction]

The Ghost of You

TITLE: The Ghost of You PAIRING: Past Iceman/Mongoose (OC) RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: A ghost from Iceman and Maverick's past comes back.

[A/N - I've been missing Mongoose for a while now, but this was actually requested on one of my other accounts.]

Iceman and Maverick entered Iceman’s office.

They stood at the desk and looked at the files sitting on top.

It was time to choose the next Top Gun class. They flipped through them, pulling out ones that looked like good prospects.

Bradshaw (Maverick hesitated on this one, but finally placed it in the accepted pile).

Trace.

Seresin.

Grenier.

That last name stopped Iceman in his tracks.

Maverick watched the blood drain from Iceman’s face.

He cautiously opened the file and the face that had haunted him for decades was staring up at him.

She looked exactly as she had in the 80’s, down to the defiant look in her eye. “It’s her.”

Maverick glanced over his shoulder. “Mongoose.”

“Minx.”

“She did tell us she wasn’t from our time.”

Iceman chuckled. “No wonder she was such a good pilot. She’d already gone through the training.”

“Not to mention that she said learned from me.”

But Mongoose had been very cagey with what she revealed and the men had seen enough time travel movies to understand why.

Maverick took the file from him and placed it in the accepted pile.

“She could be hurt or killed!” Iceman argued.

“But she wasn’t. otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to meet us in the first place. She said it was after her, Rooster, and Hangman became a squadron and that hasn’t happened yet,” Maverick reasoned with him.

Iceman finally nodded and they went back to looking at the files.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Once Maverick had left, Iceman glanced through Mongoose’s file again. He read about her schooling and her family and what she had accomplished. He would have been very proud to be have been…

Iceman sighed and pulled a wooden box off the shelf. It contained all the letters he’d written to her over the years.

In the bottom, was a letter he’d read many times over the years. He’d taken it with him on deployments and read it when he was feeling lonely. He was teased by his fellow pilots, but he always claimed it was from an old sweetheart, which wasn’t a complete lie.

He carefully unfolded it and began to read again.

Dear Ice,

           I didn’t know how to tell you this, so I settled for putting it in a letter instead. My name is Noel Grenier and I’m from the future. 30 years in the future. In the future you’re a four-star Admiral, which is how I knew you. Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, uncle to Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. That’s right. Rooster is Goose’s son. Funny how their callsigns are so similar. You may not believe all this now, but you will one day. If by some chance I’m ever sent back, please look after Bradley for me? Be there for him because he’ll need it. I won’t spoil anything for you, but Maverick does something pretty stupid and he’ll need someone in his corner. I already told Mav about being from the future because I kind of let it slip. Sorry. If you don’t want anything to do with me after this letter, I’ll understand. I’ll strike out on my own and make sure you never see me again, but if you still wanna be with me I’ll meet you at the O Club when we get back to California.

                                                                                                    Your Minx

Iceman set the letter back in the box and placed it back on the shelf. He looked at the file on his desk and smiled.

This Mongoose wasn’t his, but once she had been.

“Welcome to Top Gun, princess. We’ll meet again soon.”

[foxyanon]

The Vampiress and the Dane: Part 1

Summary: Her presence plagued him for 30 years, but will he admit to both her and himself that he craves her? Or will his prejudice push her away for good?

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Corvina

Word Count: 4,500

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: Sexual themes, blood, violence, older woman/younger man dynamic

Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used. I only own my OC, Corvina and her AI image.

Dividers by @arcielee and @saradika-graphics

He hated her. Absolutely despised her. Couldn’t stand the very sight of her. At least, that’s what he told himself every night when those irritating thoughts of her found their way to the forefront of his mind, his hand sliding beneath the waistband of his breeches to fist his cock, her name falling from his lips as he pictured her writhing in pleasure beneath him when he spilled himself in his hand.

The woman he both hated and craved for nearly three decades. No, not a woman. A vampire, a very old and powerful one at that. Corvina.

He hated her pale skin, as soft and beautiful as the snow of the lands of Norway where she was born. He couldn’t stand her perfect ruby red lips, so kissable but hiding those sharp pearly, white fangs of hers. He despised that long dark brown hair, the way it fell in soft waves down her back when she wore it loose and how it contrasted with her skin, making her look even more unnaturally stunning. The worst was her eyes. Those damn gorgeous and absolutely mesmerizing blood red eyes. He swore just one look was enough to cause any sane man to fall under her spell, the result of her vampiric compulsion.

But he’d be lying because he knew that wasn’t it. After thirty years of knowing Corvina, Sihtric knew it wasn’t magic she used to charm men like him. It was her gentle and caring nature, so unlike the others of her kind. It was the way she was always there for him and his friends, never with a harsh word or judgement. He was so used to being talked down to by Saxons and Danes alike, be it for his paganism or his status as Kjartan’s bastard. But not with her, never with her. No, her sweet voice and kind words always caused his cheeks to flush red and he hated it. She should be spiteful and cruel, like he had been taught all vampires are, but no. She had to go and be different, so caring and thoughtful and gentle. Sihtric had wanted to scream to the gods themselves that they were truly cruel to curse such an amazing woman to be an immortal beast, destined to live her life in the shadows.

He remembers the first time Uhtred had told Finan, Osferth and him about her. He was barely 20, a fresh faced warrior in his lord's service. It was 886 at the Battle of Beamfleot when Uhtred decided to attack the fortress in an attempt to free Aethelflaed from the clutches of Erik and Sigefrid. There wasn’t enough men to successfully storm the fortress and Uhtred knew it, so he said he called in a favor and everyone was thrilled for the aid. How was Sihtric supposed to know it would be the very being who would haunt his every waking thought and even dreams? He remembers seeing her walking into the camp the first night, how she seemed to appear from the shadows beyond the light of the campfire. He was startled by her sudden appearance, so speechless as she gave him that little knowing grin that he almost didn’t notice the predatory gleam in her unusual eyes. Uhtred had introduced Corvina to the others and Sihtric could only stutter out a half-assed greeting to her beautiful face, before she turned and started discussing how many men she brought and plans to get Uhtred to Aethelfaed. He remembers how stunning she looked in the heat of battle, cutting down her enemies with ruthless efficiency in that damned black armor looking every inch a warrior queen that he knew she was. His breeches felt tighter when he saw her covered in blood, her eyes glowing fiercely and fangs on full display when she dragged Sigefrid in front of Uhtred, tossing his body to the ground like he weighed nothing. The siege was a success, Aethelflaed and Erik eloping and leaving East Anglia behind to start their new life, thanks to the financial contributions of none other than Corvina. Finan and Osferth gave Sihtric a hard time afterwards, saying that he was acting like a fool in love. He vehemently denied their claims, saying he was just surprised a creature like her would help them and he worried for the price she would ask. She never asked for anything.

Then of course there was that whole situation with Skade and Bloodhair, the way that damned witch cursed his lord and friend. Uhtred’s health had been failing fast and they weren’t going to make it to Dunholm, so he made the choice to seek out Corvina for her help. Of course, she opened the doors to her castle and removed the curse, never once asking for payment for her aid. Sihtric had tried to offer her one of his armrings (after Uhtred told him to give it to her) and she simply smiled, saying she wouldn’t take anything and that she was happy to help a friend. That was the first time Sihtric snarled at her, deciding then and there that she must be a manipulative creature, because no one is that nice for no reason. He hated her and he hated that hurt look in her eyes after he yelled at her even more, but his pride wouldn’t let him apologize for his outburst. No, in his youthful ignorance and arrogance, he doubled down and simply glared at her. She was a vampire, a creature of the night. A beautiful monster. He went back to his wife later on, but Sidgeflaed was only a sorry reminder of who he really wanted. He remembers taking his wife from behind that first night back, the sight of her brown hair reminding him of Corvina. It’s no surprise when he said another woman’s name in his marriage bed that his wife would be angry, leaving him and taking the children with her. He truly loathed Corvina then, blaming her for his failed marriage because he refused to accept that he was well and truly in love with her.

When Uhtred failed to regain Bebbanburg from his estranged cousin, Wihtger in 910, the men fled to the safety of Corvina’s castle and Sihtric was practically seething in frustration. He hated that they came knocking on her door looking like kicked dogs and she just let them in with a sympathetic smile, telling them they were welcome to stay as long as they needed to. Uhtred had firmly told Sihtric to mind his manners, because they couldn’t afford to get tossed out now and if he snapped on Corvina again, they would really make the square. Sihtric had bit his tongue for most of their stay, seeing her move about the castle like a damned angel amongst men. She dressed in the varying styles of the world, but he remembers that Grecian gown the most of all. The fabric was a beautiful shade of purple, something he’s never seen even the wealthiest kings of this land wear. The fabric flowed over her soft curves, her hair pulled back and pinned with golden laurel leaves. She looked like a goddess and his mouth watered at the sight of her, sitting atop the throne as she held court for her undead minions. He hated her, he told himself as he hid inside an alcove and jerked himself off, imagining burying his face between her thighs and devouring her on that very throne in front of everyone. He imagined she tasted like that ambrosia she spoke of from her time in Greece, all sweet and addicting. He felt burning shame when he came and made a mess of the wall and floor, knowing it was wrong to crave her but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stand the way her very existence seemed to bring about powerful emotions, and he hated not feeling in control of himself. He snapped at Finan and Osferth when he had returned to them, their mocking smiles grating on his nerves. As per usual, Corvina just had to glide up to them at that moment with her signature alluring smile on her face, asking what was wrong. Sihtric sneered at her and made some snarky remark before storming off, never seeing the knowing look on her face.

That was nearly 8 years ago now. Today, they stand in the war camp just outside Bebbanburg planning an attack. Uhtred intends to win this time and of course, he just had to ask Corvina for help. Sihtric had been avoiding her like the plague he convinced himself she was, but he couldn’t dodge her forever. She walked into the command tent, carrying herself with an authority that took the breath right out of his lungs. She was wearing her usual black armor, her dark hair braided back and not a hair out of place. She cut Sihtric a look, her red eyes piercing into his soul for a moment before she smiled brightly at Uhtred, hugging him with a laugh and a joke about how old he had gotten. Even Finan and Osferth, his own battle brothers, had hugged this despicable creature like an old friend, even though that was exactly what she was. He thought she looked just as beautiful as the first time he saw her nearly 30 years ago, before bitterly remembering that she doesn’t age due to her vampirism. His lips pressed into a thin line and he simply nodded at her, determined not to piss both her and Uhtred off if his mouth got away from him. Plans were made for an attack the next morning, her men joining the shield wall alongside Uhtred’s forces. Even if he couldn’t stand the sight of her, Sihtric knew she was a formidable ally and warrior, commanding respect from her people and instilling fear in the hearts of her enemies.

Sihtric found her later that night, standing on the edge of the field beside the coastal fortress and staring out over the moonlight grass. He knew her eyes were better suited to the darkness and she always studied the battlefield before the fight, something she claimed she learned from her time with the Roman Legion. She stood there with her hands clasped loosely behind her back, her back straight and head held high.

“If you are here to sass me, Sihtric, you will find I am not in the mood,” Corvina spoke in a calm voice, looking over her shoulder at the warrior. She couldn’t deny he had grown into a handsome man, the top half of his dark hair braided and the rest hanging in curls that would make anyone jealous. He was sporting a goatee, and she wondered what it feel like against her cold skin. He looked damned good, the muscles of his arms flexing as he crossed his arms and stood next to her. She wanted to bite him and those arms, wondered if his blood tasted as good as he smelled. She saw his jaw tense before he took a breath, looking at her with a serious expression.

“No, I am not here to sass you Corvina. I wanted to make sure you understood the gravity of what is happening tomorrow. We aren’t just reclaiming Bebbanburg for Uhtred, we are fighting for the fate of Northumbria itself,” he said firmly, already aggravated with himself for his thoughts running wild.

Corvina sighed, turning to face Sihtric with an exasperated expression. “I know what we fight for and we will not lose. You have fought on the shield wall with me before, you have seen me fight and you know I am not in the habit of losing. But I can tell from your tense stance that is not the real reason you are here, is it?”

Sihtric nodded, his eyes finding Corvinas. He always found them captivating, the red hue switching from a bright red to a deep burgundy depending on her mood. “No, I came because I wanted to make sure you will keep your end of the bargain. No feeding on the soldiers before or after the battle, your men stay in control and don’t succumb to bloodlust in the middle of the fighting, and all those other promises you’ve made,’ he replied in a tense tone, grinding his teeth together as he looked away from the pretty little vampire that had haunted him for his entire life.

She rolled her eyes and looked away, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down and shook her head, her words coming out with a defeated tone as she spoke. “You already know I will uphold my word, Sihtric. We have this conversation every time I agree to fight with you lot. By the gods, I am tired of this.”

Corvina turned to look at Sihtric, licking her red lips and staring into his eyes with an intensity the Dane didn’t quite like. “What have I ever done to you to make you hate me so? I have been nothing but a good and kind friend to you all, never betraying any of you like so many others have, and yet you treat me with the same level of animosity you did when you were 20. By the Aesir, you are 51 years old now. What in the hell have I done to you for you to hold a grudge after all these years?”

He remained silent for a moment, considering her words carefully. He knew had been harsh towards her in the past, his youthful ignorance causing him to be suspicious of the supernatural. He was older now and he knew better. He knew she was a powerful and loyal ally, but he also knew she could be ruthless and unforgiving. Admittedly, he had taken her for granted without fully appreciating the nuances of her character. After a moment he spoke, avoiding her searching gaze. “I know that you have never betrayed us and I know that you have been a good ally. But the fact remains that you are a vampire, and for most people that is enough to inspire fear and loathing.” It was a cop out, and they both knew it. He couldn’t admit to her that he just wanted to be in her presence, finding it to be both soothing and resolute, like an anchor in the eye of the hurricane.

Corvina shook her head, looking up to the stars and taking a deep breath before responding. “That might be most people, but you are not most people. I asked why you specifically hate me. It’s been 30 gods damned years, Sihtric. I have fought for you, taken hits for you and still it's not enough. I am owed an explanation at the least,” her words were firm, her tone indicating she wanted answers and she wanted them now.

Sihtric looked at her, his expression hardening as all his repressed emotions boiled over in the worst way possible. “Because you are a fucking vampire!” He exclaimed, his voice ringing out in the quiet of the night. “You drink blood for Thor’s sake! How can I trust someone like you?” He shook his head, trying to reign in his temper before spitting out. “You are a monster and I will never trust a creature like you.”

Hurt crossed Corvinas face for a split second before her own face hardened, her lips pressed into a thin line. He knew calling her monster was the one thing she hated, and he suddenly wished he could snatch the word back if it meant she wouldn’t look at him with such disdain.

“Goodnight, Sihtric,” she said in a harsh tone before suddenly turning on her heel and walking away with a stiff stride, determined not to let him see her cry. She may have been undead, but that didn’t mean she was completely heartless.

Sihtric watched Corvina retreat, feeling guilt and anger surge through him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but his emotions got the best of him and he started running at the mouth before he could stop himself. He started pacing, muttering under his breath trying to calm himself down. “Dammit. I need to apologize to her…but first, we have a battle to win.” He went back to his tent after several minutes of cursing himself for his actions, trying and failing to get some sleep before the battle tomorrow.

He woke early the next morning, preparing for the battle and checking on his men, making sure everything was in order. He didn’t see Corvina around the camp, but he forced himself to stay focused on the fight ahead. He needed to keep his head on right if he wanted to survive the day, but he thought to himself that Valhalla would be a preferable end after the way he acted last night.

By the time the sun starts rising over the horizon, everyone is in position on the battlefield. The two opposing forces face each other, shields up and swords in hand, the deep breath before the fighting breaks out seeming to slow time. The early morning rays shone across the field, a low fog hanging between Wihtger’s men and Uhtred’s. Corvina stands next to Sihtric, their shields locked tightly in formation as they wait with bated breath for Uhtred’s command. Despite the events of the previous night, they both have grim and determined expressions on their faces, stone cold focused on the enemy.

Once the signal was given, all hell broke loose. Wihtger’s men clashed hard with the wall, but the joint forces of Uhtred’s and Corvina’s armies were not so easily broken. The sounds of clashing metal and wood, along with the battle cries of the warriors filled the otherwise calm morning air. Once the wall finally broke, Sihtric and Corvina fought back to back, slicing through their foes with brutal efficiency. He smirked when he saw Corvina hit her stride, her supernatural speed and agility unmatched by the Scots and the rest of Wihtger’s men. He saw the moment they realized what she was, the fear in their eyes for the split second before she cut them down. He tried not to stare at her, his axe swinging through the air as he managed a fatal blow on his own enemy.

After a couple hours of fighting, Uhtred’s side had cut a swath through the usurpers' forces and Wihtger was engaged in a one on one battle with Uhtred. Sihtric and Corvina pick off a few stragglers, the rest scattering to the winds at the decisive loss only to be run down by Corvina’s vampire spawn before they reach the edge of the battlefield. She turned her back for just a second, slashing the throat of a still twitching man when a monster hunter snuck up behind Corvina. She realized what was happening just as the hunter brought a silver dagger up, driving it deep into her side. She cried out in agonizing pain, dropping her shield and bringing her sword down across the man's neck, his blood spraying across her face. She collapsed to the ground with the dagger protruding from her side, another hunter running up with an elder wood stake in his hands. Corvina hissed menacingly at him, her fangs elongated and eyes glowing dangerously as she struggled against the man.

The moment Sihtric heard Corvina cry out, he turned and his heart nearly stopped. He didn’t hesitate to charge forward, swinging his axe with precision and decapitating the hunter, pushing his body off Corvina before dropping his weapon and kneeling by her side. He quickly pulled the blade out of her side, knowing that her natural healing abilities will kick in now that the silver is removed. He tossed the blade off to the side before reaching down and scooping Corvina up into his strong arms, quickly carrying her out of harm's way. Her head lolled back as she lay in his arms, Sihtric only half aware that Uhtred stood victorious over his cousin's body as he half ran back to the camp. He heard her mumble his name and he pulled her closer, looking down at her quickly with a soft expression before turning towards where her tent was. Where she was normally so strong and independent, she now looked so vulnerable in his hold. He felt a whirlwind of emotions within him, but he pushed them aside and focused on getting her back to her tent.

“Shh, It’s okay. I’ve got you, Vina,” he whispered, ignoring anyone who tried to stop him. Once inside her tent, he moved to lay her on her bed and began removing her armor and clothes, wanting to get a good look at the wound.

She hissed in pain, feeling Sihtric remove her leather cuirass and pulling her ruined tunic up enough to expose the wound to his focused gaze. She tightly gripped the furs beneath her, her breathing heavy as Sihtric grabbed a bucket of water and clean rag to begin cleaning the blood away from the gash in her side.

“I need to feed, it’s the only way I will heal. I know you hate me for being a vampire, as you so kindly put it last night, but this is who I am, Sihtric,” she said through gritted teeth, her fangs glinting in the low light of the tent as she looked into his mismatched eyes. The hurt from him calling her the one thing she hated was still fresh in her mind, but she refused to stoop to his level even if she wanted to.

He looked at her, his expression softening when he saw how much pain she was in. He hated seeing her hurt and hated even more that she was right, she needed to drink blood if this wound was going to heal properly. That thought caused him to remember exactly what she was and his usual sneer found it’s way back to his face. “Fine, but don’t think for a second that I’m doing this because I like being your snack. You’re a dangerous creature and I hate having anything to do with vampires,” he growled, his jaw clenching as the image of her feeding from him sent his mind racing with less than innocent thoughts.

Corvina sighs exasperatedly and shakes her head, sitting up with a groan and a wince as she clutches her side. She gives Sihtric an expectant look, her tone questioning. “Oh, so you go from despising me for being a vampire to offering yourself up to be my breakfast? How generous of you, Sihtric. You told me last night that you didn’t trust me, so what the hell changed for you between then and now?”

He glared at her, his face flush with embarrassment and anger as she called him out. He knew he was being hypocritical, but he didn’t need Corvina telling him that. His frustration at the whole situation came out first, and he naturally lashed out at her. “Oh just shut up and feed from me already! You should just be acting like a predator, a monster like any other supernatural entity but you just have to talk to damn much.”

There it was again, that derogatory term. Corvina took a breath and stood up from her bed, speaking in a harsh voice that belayed her hurt. “Fuck you, Sihtric Kjartansson.” She slowly made her way to the entrance of her tent, determined to flag down one of her own people if it meant getting away from the most infuriating and oblivious asshole in all of Northumbria.

“Don’t you dare leave! You are injured and need to rest,” Sihtric shouted as he jumped to his feet, running up and grabbing Corvina’s arm by surprise, pulling her back towards him. His grip was firm, intended to keep her close to him and not to harm her. Not that he could anyway, seeing as how she had an impressive threshold for pain. His breath was hot on her ear as he whispered menacingly, the thought of her soft lips on another person causing jealousy to rear its ugly head within him. “If you think you can just go out there and find someone else to feed from…think again.”

Corvina growled back, turning and shoving Sihtric off her. Even injured, she was still stronger than a human and he stumbled backwards with the force she used against him. “Do not presume to touch me or give me any commands. I have put up with your unjust treatment of me for long enough. Your stubbornness and pride has cost you a friend this day. Enjoy your victory, Sihtric, and be gone from my tent when I return,” she snarled at him for the first time in their long friendship, letting the startled man see her righteous fury painted across her face. She knew she looked every inch of the ancient vampire she was, her fangs elongated and eyes glowing the brightest red Sihtric had ever seen. She closed her eyes and shook her head, muttering something under her breath about stubborn men and how they are the same in every age and land. She then turned on her heel and left her tent, leaving Sihtric behind with his scattered thoughts. He stood there staring as the flap of the tent blew in the soft early morning breeze and the sounds of people returning to camp filled his ears.

After the initial shock of seeing her lash out at him in that manner wore off, all Sihtric could think about was how his breeches suddenly felt a lot tighter and he hated everything about it. He groaned and ran a hand down his face, feeling both frustrated and aroused at the way everything went down. Frustrated at his own stubbornness and prejudice against vampires despite her best efforts to prove otherwise, and aroused at getting to see her in all her glory and have it directed at him. Despite himself, he thought she looked beyond magnificent and he finally understood what it was that had made her the vampire queen in that moment. After a few moments, he left her tent and walked out into the busy camp as the high from their win filled the air. He couldn’t help but envy the lucky person who she would feed on, wanting nothing more than to be in their shoes before the shame of thinking such thoughts came back to the forefront of his mind. As he made his way through the war camp and back to Uhtred’s side, his first thought was how he hoped he hadn’t pushed her completely away. His second? He wondered if he groveled enough at her feet if she would take pity on him and let him fall into her bed rather than someone else after the celebrations tonight.

Gods help him not muck this up, because he wasn’t sure he could handle another night of just him and his hand.

Taglist: for the Sihtric girlies @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @mrsarnasdelicious @bouncehousedemons @gemini-mama @whitedarkmoonflower @synindoodles

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

social media’s in a nutshell, but the people who actually use them.

Twitter: So did I you know your an awful person?

also twitter: Racism, racism, racism, sexism, your best friend talking about a dog they saw, sexism, sexism, homophobia, homophobia, homophobia, transphobia, NSFW art from a mutual, transphobia, transphobia, and then the worst take in the history of worst takes by some 13 year old or maybe it was actually 30 something you can’t tell.

YouTube: “why YouTube has become a capitalist hellhole for anyone who dares speak about anything not consumer friendly: A video essay” 4 hours and 50 minutes long, 40,895 views.

also YouTube: “me and my friend are mermaids btw here’s how to do the mermaid spell! Easy in 1 step!” 26 minutes long.

also also YouTube: “I COMMITED TAX FRAUD AND TRIED TO OUTRUN THE AUTHORITIES CHALLENGE 24 HOUR CHALLENGE PART 1 OF 279” 10 minutes long and has almost a billion views.

also also also YouTube: “beheading” 13 minutes long, with 1,600 views.

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO YouTube: “HUGGY WUGGY TOILET NAKED VORE?” 20 minutes long, 8 million views.

4chan: be me> sexless loser> finds amazing wonderful woman who loves me for me> she’s fat> keep her until someone else comes> me and her do exercise and eat better> she becomes 100/10> gets married> has kids> love of my life>

also 4chan: ROBOTS, /B/ WE MUST UNITE THIS FUCKER BLENDERED A CAT WE MUST KILL HIM>

THAT (insert string of slurs) WILL GET WHAT’S COMING TO HIM>

FOUND HIS ADDRESS AT 404 CATBLENDER MAN STREET>

AUTHORITIES CALLED I GOT THE RSPCA AT THE HOUSE LETS GO /B/ FUCK YEAH THIS IS A WIN FOR ALL THE ROBOTS LETS GO>

also also 4chan: *the most graphic picture you have ever seen that haunts your soul and your life you will never be the same* hey /b/ look what I found>

also also also 4chan: guys, *insert the most out of pocket slur filled green post you hav ever seen* and that’s why I think (insert minority) are degenerates>

tiktok: *video of hatsune miku dancing with the caption* it’s not okay to encourage ED$ instead be kind and respectful and not be f@tphobic and @blei$t

also TikTok: *a video plays before quickly cutting out replaced with a new one* YOU ARE MAKING PEOPLE UNALIVE THEMSELVES WITH THIS TIKTOK GET HELP TRANS PEOPLE AREN’T GŘOÖMËRS AND PDFILES YOU ARE AWFUL!

also also TikTok: *a video plays of a montage of red and black text* you never saw me as real, you never saw me. I’m going to k1ll myself soon, life is too hard my parents have taken away my ps5 and my phones I am making this on my friends phone. Good bye cruel world.

also also also TikTok: *dangerous things happen in quick succession* “so that’s how you do a deep clean of your home!” comments : girly😭 NO you can’t use 🔥 on wooden floorboards 😰

comments: 💀💀💀 bro’s using chemical weapons to clean her sink💀💀💀

Comments: BLEACH IN YOUR FISHTANK? GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR BF’S DISCUS😬

comments: okay you did so many things wrong here and genuinely I’m surprised your are still alive-1

Cleangirly: no it was pretty safe idk what you mean🤷‍♀️

Comments:WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAFE? YOU SET A FIRE TO CLEAN THE FLOORBOARDS?-2

Also also also ALSO TikTok: *a video explaining why if you hate the color blue your a narcissist* yeah anyone who hates blue is a big red flag girlies

Tumblr: “guys penis” 1 million notes

also tumblr: *a long post explaining the intricacies of sexuality, sexism, the queer identity, toxic masculinity, and how colonialism and racism plays into it.* so yeah long post whoops.

reblog: *the most loaded toxic reblog you have ever seen* woman should all be killed.

reblog: *starts out making some form of sense then devolves* ALL MEN ARE RAPISTS AND SHOULD BE PUT TO DEATH NOW

reblog: *a story relating heavily to the post, which makes the original post better by its addition* so yeah some other re blogs are missing the point but you really put my experience into words thank you <3

reblog: *a picture of the tags filled with the weirdest take you have ever seen* Uhh who are you and can you leave tumblr? Thanks?

also also tumblr: gifly the gif, share gifly the gif because look at him *mindbogglingly fast images flash*

Quora: “why is the sky blue?”

answer 1: because god made it that way in his infinite wisdom

answer 2: because *long winded but concise explanation on how it works* I have a doctorate in this subject.

awnser 3: Long story short, it’s not blue it’s the ozone or something.

Facebook: “meemaw want to add you as a friend” *presses yes, anyone you have ever known tangentially appears in the Facebook friends page*

Also Facebook: “Gerald is my husband who I love”

Comments: that’s nice Geraldine, happy anniversary

Comments: *long winded conspiracy theory* that’s why the illegals want to rule the world and destroy us all

also also also Facebook: *random 5minute crafts video* TOP TEN LIFE HACKS FOR COOKING!

comments: oh what an amazing video! -Geraldine

comments: YOU CAN MAKE THE POPPED CORN WITH A COKA COLA CAN?

comments: I am showing this to my dear wife Geraldine. -Gerald

omegle: *video starts live-streaming and you see an older man’s cock* “…” “…” “you 13?” “…” *ends chat*

also Omegle: *you and a guy talk for ages* that was awesome here’s my socials! See you soon friend!

reddit: “why the Reddit mods are power hungry” *it is a screenshot of a screenshot talking about mod abuse.* “REDDIT WANTS US SILENT WE MUST FIGHT!” *deleted post*

also Reddit: “top ten anime wifus in (PEDO BAIT SHOW) and why I’d fuck them”

also also Reddit: “how do you fix a bolted screw valve on a pressure cooker…”

Vine: *5 seconds of comedy*

[twinchampionsofkalos]

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

Serena wasn't scared. She wasn't scared at all. Sure the house was dark and full of odd creaking sounds, but that was nothing. It was all just for show, there weren't any real ghosts in here.

Shauna, on the other hand, didn't seem as convinced. She was clinging to Serena's arm pretty tightly. Serena had expected this. Shauna loved spooky stuff like this. Whenever they'd have movie nights she'd always vote for a scary movie and she'd been the one to suggest they visit the Scary House in the first place. Despite that, she always acted terrified and Serena was never able to figure out if she was faking it or was genuinely scared.

Regardless, Serena held her friend close and patted her on the head. "There, there, it'll be okay. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Yeah, we'll be fine." Calem agreed. "There's no scary things here."

Serena could tell he was lying. Which meant he could tell she was lying. Both of them were actually pretty scared themselves, and just putting on brave faces for the sake of looking cool.

"You're right." Trevor said, scrolling through an ebook on his Holo Caster.

Trevor was the most timid of all of them. He'd always been anxious and socially awkward. He preferred to avoid confrontation and typically hid behind his friends when the situation got tense. Despite this, he was keeping a remarkably cool head. It seemed that if he was able to filter a situation through the lens of research and science, it became less scary for him.

"According to this, there's none of the signs typical of a haunting." He said. "Not even from a Ghost-Type Pokemon."

"A-are you sure?" Shauna asked. She almost sounded disappointed.

"Well, it is a bit cold." Trevor replied. "But it can get pretty chilly in this part of Kalos, especially at night."

Tierno laughed and smacked Trevor on the back. "That's our Trev for you."

Before they could continue their conversation, they came across a man standing in front of a crackling fireplace. He was dressed all in white, with a white hat and a white suit. His hair was also white and he had a pale complexion.

"Th-that looks like a g-ghost to me!" Shauna exclaimed.

The man chuckled. "I'm not a ghost. I'm flesh and blood, just like you."

Shauna breathed out a sigh of relief. So did Calem and Serena, though they hadn't realized they'd been holding it in.

"So, what brings you to my decrepit old house." The man said. "I don't get many visitors out here, you know."

"But isn't this-" Trevor began before Shauna elbowed him.

"I mean... we are but travelers seeking shelter from the rain."

Never mind the fact that there was no rain. The man chuckled again, clearly pleased that they were playing along.

"Oho. In that case, why don't I tell you a story."

"A sc-scary story?" Shauna asked.

"Perhaps." The man said with a sly smile.

Suddenly, the fire in the fireplace went out. There was the hiss of a match and a spark, and a single candle lit up the old man's face.

"It was a dark and stormy night many years ago. Lost, I arrived at this house and went inside. The lights would not turn on, so I fearfully looked around the house. Eventually, I made my way into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being there... I found the fridge, and when I opened it, a faint light leaked out. I could finally make out my surroundings. And I saw the faint outline of a man huddling in the corner of the room.

I tried to tell him that I was lost and I was hoping he'd let me stay until morning, but when I approached him... The man suddenly screamed,

"Stay back!"

I apologized and continued to plead my case. "Please, can't you help me?"

"I'm not talking to you!" he shouted.

I looked at the man in surprise. When I did this, the man asked me...

"Can't you see them? Behind you! A horde of faceless men!"

There was a pause. Nobody seemed quite sure what to say. It was clear the story hadn't had its desired effect. After about 30 seconds, the man clapped and the lights turned back on. He held out his hand expectantly.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Shauna asked.

"Aren't you going to give me a tip?" The man said.

"Seriously!?" Shauna exclaimed, all traces of her previous fear gone. "You're charging us!?"

"Hey, I've gotta eat too!" The man replied.

Shauna sighed. "Fine." She dug 300 Poke out of her pocket and deposited it in the man's hand.

"Thank you." He said smugly.

"Sheesh, lets get out of here." Shauna grumbled, leading the way out of the not-so-Scary House.

[denimbex1986]

'Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal are no strangers to the “internet boyfriend” phenomenon — a term used to describe a collective crush by social media users. And they are perfectly fine with being in a league that includes Timothée Chalamet, Pedro Pascal, and Oscar Isaac.

“It’s a mark of respect,” Mescal says on a warm November afternoon in Los Angeles during their Out photo shoot, shortly after the pair posed together and cracked inside jokes like, well, actual boyfriends might. The 27-year-old says that “to be admired for your work is a great privilege, and to move people, it’s an amazing thing to be able to say.” (Mescal, for his part, says he has “a massive talent crush and admiration for [Triangle of Sadness star] Harris Dickinson.”)

In recent years, the two Irish actors have gained international followings (and crushes) for their roles. Scott, an out actor, was beloved for playing James Moriarty on Sherlock before rising to critical acclaim as the “hot priest” on Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Emmy-winning Fleabag. Mescal, who is straight, established himself as the indie It Boy in projects like Normal People and Aftersun, the latter of which garnered him an Oscar nomination last year.

It was only a matter of time before these stars collided, and that clash resulted in some of this season’s most alluring and haunting performances in All of Us Strangers. It’s not just the internet that’s smitten; the film has been a darling of awards season, with Oscar buzz surrounding the leads as well as Andrew Haigh for his direction and screenplay.

Based on Japanese author Taichi Yamada’s 1987 novel, Strangers, the newest project from Haigh — beloved for gay productions like Weekend and Looking — is part ghost story, part family drama, and all steamy romance. It follows a lonely London screenwriter named Adam (Scott) who meets and falls in love with his neighbor Harry (Mescal) while reconnecting with his parents (Jamie Bell and Claire Foy) in the suburban home he used to live in 30 years prior. The catch? Adam’s parents have been dead for quite some time.

While the soul of the supernatural AOUS may be Adam’s journey of reconciling with these ghosts after years of solitude, the beating heart of the film is his blossoming relationship with Harry, which will get many fans’ own hearts racing.

Awash in romantic chemistry, Adam and Harry’s dynamic reads like a dream come true to many urban-dwelling queer men who likewise yearn for connection. A sexy, mysterious neighbor comes knocking at the door. You may play coy at first, but you slowly let him into a routine of passionate sex, all-night dancing, quiet afternoons spent reading, and general domestic bliss. Mescal and Scott fall into this rhythm so easily that it’s easy to forget that one of the actors is straight. But Mescal is no stranger to queer culture.

“A lot of the things that Harry’s experiencing, I knew and understood,” Mescal shares. “The party culture side to Harry is like a tool that he uses to escape, but in terms of queer culture and in terms of learning…I have a proximity to that in my own life, so it didn’t feel like that part of it wasn’t necessarily eye-opening or anything to me personally.”

“Our job as actors is to build, to service this extraordinary, amazing relationship that Andrew [Haigh] created, and it was really, really easy for us to do that,” Scott says of their chemistry. “I think both of us are really interested in playing romantic love. I think it’s something that we both really take pleasure in acting, so it was very, very, very easy for both of us.”

The lovers' bond wasn't the only one that captivated AOUS audiences. The film’s fantastical way of bringing Adam’s Mum and Dad back to life, if only for a few brief moments at a time, is cathartic for anyone seeking another chance to reconnect. These parents aren’t perfect, and their reactions to Adam’s sexuality reflect the attitudes people had of queer folks during the time they passed in the ’80s. But Bell and Foy’s performances give life to a realistic and loving family dynamic.

“For the queer experience, a lot of the time it’s not outward rejection nor is it all-embracing acceptance,” Scott says of his moving coming-out scene. “For a lot of people, it’s a sort of thorny time where your parents or members of your family ask you questions that are clumsy and sometimes unwittingly cruel and upsetting. There has to be a period of adjustment, and I think that’s a more common experience for people. And I think it’s really important that that’s represented as well, that some of these questions that our parents ask us, they may be out of fear, but they’re also out of love.”

“Looking at the 1980s, this is why our media is very important,” he continues. “I remember when we were researching Pride and looking at the way gay people were spoken about in the press, and it was absolutely shocking. They could literally call people perverts, and it was just fear-mongering and really, really grotesque. So of course, if somebody’s going to come out in the 1980s to their parents, the parents are going to be, almost wisely, a little bit cautious because that’s what they’ve been fed by the media. But once the media stops feeding them that stuff, then, as I think is beginning to happen now, we go, OK, it’s an option if my son or daughter or child is gay. That’s an option because prejudice doesn’t survive proximity.”

For Haigh, it was important to revive these old ghosts of prejudice for modern-day viewers. “There’s no point pretending that everything is always fantastic and great and we’re all happy all the time, so I think it’s important to look at some of the issues, and this film, for me, was very much about a certain generation of queer person, especially one who grew up in the ’80s, and how they came into their sexuality,” Haigh said at a special L.A. screening in December. “That hasn’t quite been a story that I’ve seen too much about in terms of how that past has affected a lot of us in the present. And that was what was really interesting to me.”

“We could all understand that we might want to go back in time and recalibrate our relationships with our parents,” Haigh continued. “Especially when you’re [a] queer person, they’re not always easy. There’s a lot of things that have been unsaid. For me, [All of Us Strangers] is so much about how easy it is as a queer person to drift away from your family. That’s one of the saddest things — I think sometimes about when you are different in the world, you can feel like you are alone in that difference. This was really a chance of togetherness, again, within the family.”

Of course, it wouldn’t be an Andrew Haigh project with a fairy-tale ending. Though Adam was able to reach a loving resolution in his metaphysical reunions with Mum and Dad, the new family he finds in his boyfriend Harry — one that audiences are led to believe can last the test of time (even Mum is on board) — isn’t quite what it seems. Harry is also going through his own struggles with loneliness, particularly estrangement from his biological family, leading him to knock on Adam’s door in the first place.

“I think there’s great tragedy in not seeing somebody sad but seeing somebody fight against being sad or being perceived to be upset or lonely. And I think Harry, for the most part, encounters people who facilitate that,” Mescal says. “He meets Adam, who doesn’t facilitate that, who doesn’t allow him to simply go, ‘I’m all good, let’s go take ketamine at the club. I’m all here. I’m happy.’ I mean, they do that as well. And that’s why I think the film is so brilliant. It balances it out in that regard.”

“I wouldn’t have played this part if I was just a representation of a sad gay man or the happy party,” Mescal continues. “It’s the fact that both of those things exist beside each other.”

Yet Adam and Harry’s story can impart many lessons to audiences, the most important being that everyone deserves love during their lifetime — and beyond.

“I think Harry is both serving as a warning and a celebration of what it is to be loved,” Mescal says. “He serves as a warning to parents of the damage you can do with the casual cruelty that you present to a child if you’re not careful with the information that you give them. But also, even when you do that, if you receive true love from somebody, it can save you.”

“The whole point of art is to increase our empathy, that we’re the same as people who don’t look or act or fuck like we do,” adds Scott, who was overjoyed to learn from some AOUS audience members that they hugged their kids, LGBTQ+ and otherwise, after screening the film. “That’s the thing that I really would want to hold on to.”'

[histronic-gizmo]

I made this post a while ago, but I changed my mind about creating reviews for all the episodes. This one is completed so thought I'd share it

S1E1 - Pilot

Got all set up for a marathon tonight! Small bowl of takis, a coke, a caprisun, and lights dimmed. Let's fucking go!

I'm gonna do this by reviewing directly after the pre credit scene then do the rest of my thoughts on the episode afterwards.

OKAY, so, the pilot's opening!! I love this scene. I still remember the first time I watched this episode, it was the first thing I ever saw of Rick and Morty. That's a wild ass introduction to a show lmao. The first thing you hear is *RAPIDLY APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS* and then a drunk old man drags a teen boy out of his bed and into a ship made of garbage, I can't-

The way Morty kicks Rick in the face is so funny too. And Rick just straight up lying and passing out after he grabs his flask? 10/10. My jaw was on the floor the first time I watched it. I had to pause it on the opening titles and lay down and ask myself what I was getting myself into lolol

"Or you were out all night again with Grandpa Rick", IT SOUNDS SEXUAL, WHEN I FIRST HEARD THAT I WAS LIKE "AS IN SLEEPING WITH HIM ALL NIGHT???"

And Rick's quote about sleeping and school? Definitely relate. Not in highschool anymore but it was only 2 years ago and it haunts my nightmares fr plus college is hard af

"Dammit!" "JERRY" "Beth D:" instantly knew their dynamic with three words

Love the immediate introduction to Rick's cynicism with his "There is no god" comment, this ep really set it all down. Which makes sense, it's what pilots do lol

Morty's "rename them...?" comment is underrated by the way, gets me everytime

Also, the amount of trauma Frank Palicky smashing to pieces must've caused Summer :skull:

I love the type of humor thats the scene with Morty and Frank. It's a bit cheesy and some media overuses it, but I fucking love it!

Poor Morty, always getting manhandled by his grandfather. I'm sure he likes it though :smirk:

My heart flutters when Rick saves Morty from, you know, almost getting stabbed. He acts like he did nothing, but I'm sure deep down he got pissed, why else would he just leave the guy frozen? He was maaaaad!!

He totally bumped into Frank on purpose. Look at him, already being possessive over his 14 year old grandson. GRRRR unstable old men, I love them

Here comes my favorite quote from the entire show:

"Oh man, Rick, I'm looking around and I'm starting to work up some anxiety about this whole thing."

LITERALLY ME ON A DAILY BASIS, ITS CONCERNING

And Rick saying that the way you handle new situations is to charge into them like a bull? Manic episode me fr, also just me generally being reckless

*shoves morty into the danger*

I adore Rick's mad scientist vibes in this early season 1!! Makes me pleased, I love mad scientist and jaded genius Rick equally fr

I wonder a lot about Rick going into a "future dimension". He said he was there for a while, when he was there for 30 seconds on the screen. Does time move faster in there or something? Cause otherwise, wouldn't he have come back instantly? Hmmm

POV: ur grandfather asked you to put too large seed up your ass for him

The 'airport' scene is AMAZING ofc, we get out very first "Don't think about it!" in the series >:]

Morty getting traumatized everyday :skull:

Now come on Morty, we have to get those seed out of your ass >:[

Rick is forever albert ein-douche to me, Jerry is an amazing angry father / improviser. I'd kiss him. Wait, am I attracted to Jerry? I think I'm just attracted to all the main characters in this show :skull:

Overall rating:

9/10

I rate it only 9 because I've watched it too many times to introduce it to my friends so it's hard for me to watch cus I overused it :pensive:

[kiriel123]

Hi, hope youre doing good.

I was wondering if you know any fics with loads and loads of angst but a happy ending still. Need to cry to feel something today you know🫦😿

Thank you

Hi I hope you're doing good too! Here are some longer fics that made me feel many things.

Hopefully at least some of these are new to you. Happy reading!

show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight

(this author has many long angsty with happy ending fics actually!)

When Wei Ying woke up this morning, he hadn’t expected to learn that Lan Zhan had sex on the regular, Lan Zhan had sex with men on the regular, and Lan Zhan had sex with men on the regular and purportedly wrote about it in a spreadsheet. But learn those things he did, the knowledge seared into his memory with viciously quick speed, instantly becoming one of those things he’d never forget. The only thing he wanted and couldn’t have was to unlearn it.

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus

“You know what?” Wei Ying said. “I think we should be friends.”

“Vulcans do not have friends,” said Lan Zhan. He was staring very determinedly at the screen in front of him.

Wei Ying frowned at him. “That can’t be right.

lemon morning in a wash of rain by curiositea

love is the subject and love’s loss the text grief breaks the heart and yet the grief comes next

Lan Zhan sees the haunted look that’s settled in Wei Ying’s eyes, sees that, no matter how much Wei Ying laughs, it never truly goes away. The light of Wei Ying remains, but it dims, and Lan Zhan wants to cradle it in his palms, breathe what little life into it he can, keep it safe, but he can’t. So Lan Zhan learns what it is to mourn what’s right in front of him and realises he’s already had a lot of practice.

—

Or, Lan Zhan's love and grief as he loses Wei Ying then gets him back.

grave goods by luckymarrow

Death is banal. It’s boring. It happens every day. It happens to someone else, always, until it doesn’t.

One day, it’ll happen to you, too.

-

Wei Ying, PhD candidate, licensed mortician, and world's second best boyfriend, after Lan Zhan, of course, thinks he knows all there is to know about grief until the sudden deaths of his adoptive parents upend the lives of everyone in their orbit. A study in grief, mourning, and semi-intentional child acquisition

in another life by queen_gee

Lan Zhan looks down at the essay. He doesn’t get any further than the name before he hears the soft sound of fabric rustling from the doorway. The second set of breathing betraying that he is no longer alone.

Before Lan Zhan can turn, an aching familiar voice says, “Hello, stranger.”

Every nerve in his body locks down for impact.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Eight years after their breakup, Wei Ying shows up to collect on an old agreement: if they aren’t married by 30, they’ll marry each other

And in case you're in the mood for canon-verse:

忍辱负重 | to bear the burden of humiliation by dragongirlG

When Lan Wangji gives himself up to Wen Xu at the Cloud Recesses, he does not expect Wen Xu to take him as a warprize and turn him into his concubine. After escaping during the Qishan Wen Indoctrination, he sacrifices himself once more to ensure Wei Wuxian's safe return to Lotus Pier. Unfortunately, Wen Chao succeeds in taking over Lotus Pier anyway, claiming Wei Wuxian as his own warprize in revenge for killing his lover. Afterward, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji do their best to protect each other in the brief moments that they reunite, while working independently to take down Qishan Wen from the inside

stay, fury, your wrist wrapped in silk by spookykingdomstarlight

While returning to Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji encounters Wang Lingjiao and Wen Zhuliu; he does not come out of the encounter unscathed

[rfyimmo]

My Quarter-Life Crisis is trying to kill me. | MillennialMomManifesto

My kid was watching a nursery rhyme that said "Don't throw your junk in my back yard, my backyard’s full," and I froze, my mind spiraling until I sank into the floor and cried, Summer Walker style. Panic attack? Adult tantrum? How many times are my peers and women of my generation finding ourselves in positions like this?... And Why...?

The more I gain the confidence to speak with my peers about instances like these or the catalysts for such, I realize things like this are happening to most of us right now. Our unhappiness is mentally & physically showing itself in our faith, health, mind, bodies, actions and reactions.

Sociologists say "Mid-Life" by today's standards is between ages 35-75 🧐

What do you count as middle-aged? At almost 30, I feel like I used to think this was it, but now, I refuse to accept that. All my life society and media showed us mid-life crises were usually for 30 or 40-something year old men buying sports cars and trading in their wives for newer models, but today what does that look like? 

I'm calling it a quarter life crisis (and not mid-life crisis) because if the people in the Bible lived hundreds of years & there are still Centenarian Blue Zones on this modern day planet, I hope this is not the middle. I hoping we have so much more to go. Most people want to live longer and climb the proverbial ladder quicker - so that's where the crisis kicks in. My peers and I are trying not to be crushed under student debt, living costs that don't match the wage gaps, and dreams we don't know how to make come true, but still daily haunt us. Queue the panic about not being where we thought we would by now or how much we feel we should have gotten accomplished and comparison to our peers' highlight reels online.

Being super is tough: It's a constant battle of figuring out when to use your powers (for good or for evil), balancing your secret identity, maintaining your energy and constantly improving your powers or learning new ones.

Good Vs. Evil: Remember that panic from earlier? You know, the panic enacted by milestones you thought you would reach by now? Write down what you want, how you want to get it, and form a timeline to make it happen. Seeing your plan on paper can help ground you.

Secret Identity: Make the best of this time! Even if it doesn’t feel like it, you are supposed to be here in this moment. There is more than one way to navigate life, careers, etc. Why else would there be so many paths if people were not meant to be different and explore different options. Do what works for you! Your powers are different form the supe next to you, and there are still muggles and mortals with no powers at all. Queue the Gratitude & Mindfullness.

Maintaining Energy: They say life gets better with age, so think of yourself and where you were 1, 3, 5, and even 10 years ago! You would KILL to know, do, have the things you do now & you learn daily how to do this life thing a little bit better than yesterday. Consider this quarter or midlife crisis a pitstop for refocus, weather this transition with reflection and grace for yourself. Identify the wisdom you have and apply it to new areas. 

"The purpose of your life is to find your gift, the work of life is to develop it, and the meaning of life is to give it away."

As far as Powers: I leave you with this quote:

"Midlife is when the primary operating system of your life shifts from the ego to the soul. It's a period when people start to rearrange what gives meaning to themselves."

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[poetsandpancakes]

At 27 years old, I started figuring out life. I was confused at 15 and now I knew that I was never supposed to figure them all out. With only 3 years left to 30, I just started what life meant.

I cannot say that the things that haunted me in the past stopped haunting me, but I can definitely say that I know how to manage them better now. 2022 was a wild year for me, filled with so many emotions and things.

Looking back at it now, I understand why the men in my life left me, there was no effort from my side I wanted to love them from a distance, no phone calls, no Facetime from my side must have felt boring. If I do this thing called love again maybe I'll do it right again, with effort given.

I don't know, I am numb today, maybe it was the sleep-depriving thing or the tiredness that came but my head is empty but I feel like writing something down so here I am pouring my heart out more than ever. I have a boyfriend who loves me, understands me, and is patient with me as far as he can. I have a loving family who tiptoes around my emotions and I should be thankful for that.

Last night, I felt like crying and complaining because I did not have proper rest at work and at home, rant and rested at my cousin's place and I am thankful for that. If there's one thing I learned from Dennis, it's his willingness and dedication to do something for others without complaining. I know how hard he works, and how busy and tight his schedule is, with his 9 to 5 job and sports and everything, to this day I am in awe of how he manages everything so well with ease, and how he still manages to make time for the people he loved. I've never heard him complain about how busy or tired he is. If he is being questioned on the matter he'll quietly reply with a simple "Umm Chau ve tho" and that's it. I want to learn this from him and be like him when it comes to managing people and life.

5/10/2023

MZU

Tanhril

[jacktheeldergod2]

Here are the monsters. Remember that you only have a month to hunt them

1. A recently cast out angel in a snowy forest. 12 foot tall with a 24 foot wingspan. Horns are slowly growing out of its countless eyes and its head appears as if the face of a feline,bovine and a raptor are existing in the same blurry space but its 8 wings are a big target and its sexless humanoid body maybe has a human like anatomy. Plus no boobs means less biomatter between your armaments and the heart. Hunted cause of sacrificing kids of 8 years old or lower. Capable of speech

2. A fae creature that resembles a three sized mantis with a woman's torso and an estimated 16 or so pairs of wasp wings on its body that lives in an old forest that was forbidden long before the harnessing of fire. Its hair is composed entirely of roses. Hunted cause of stealing and eating a lot of dogs and cats that were mostly or fully black in color

4. A strange knight that patrols the home of Vlad the impaler. It apparently challenges all who enter a duel and seems to not be affected by the guns and tear gas of the police who tried to arrest it. Those who are killed by it get up,walk to a small nameless creek located in Scotland and masturbate while tearing their rotting flesh off of themselves before eventually melting into a pool of tears after roughly an hour

3. A 20 meter long dragon as tall as an elephant. It has 6 wings and a lot of membrane sails that can move a little to aid in aerial maneuverability. A stinger that seems to possess some unknown poison is at the tip of its tail. It poisoned down all the plants on a mountain range and kills everyone who steps on it aswell as damaging the deer population in a 23 mile radius

5. The bee nest. The bee nest is a group of 30 to 60 identical men in a hivemind that operate a drug cartel across the entirety of the state of connecticut. They all live in separate places and are 5.3 feet tall,light brown hair,bright green eyes and a generally disheveled unkempt look to them. 12 of them have taken estrogen over an extended period of time though only 3 of the 24 captured expressed identifying as women so it seems the hivemind isn't composed of completely identical copies

6. The Orion's scorpion. A rhino sized scorpion that feeds on and is immune to heat,electricity and radiation. It's been eating electricity from electrical wires and leaving chicken sized eggs all over north Poland

7. A sentient clockwork automaton the size of a gorilla with a porcelain sad face. It uses the two gears on its chest to grind every single bird it detects and only ever grinds birds or threats. It then uses the minced material to finger paint on rocks. It travels around the island of Crete,Greece

8 the doppelganger of Ohio. A 9 foot tall grey skinned white haired humanoid with 4 clawed wings,a tail with many spines and 2 clawed arm-like legs. Now that it has reached maturity it can truly mind read and mimic the body and voice of anyone. After taking the form of prey it will mate with and lay eggs in it. The prey will fall into a coma. The eggs are to be destroyed before we find out what the juveniles look like

9. The tea sipping gentleman. A well dressed man with a thick British accent. Anyone who sits down for a chat with the creature for more than 20 minutes will grow atleast 3 different cancers next year. The creature is incredibly elusive and has been seen all over the globe,most recently in Thailand

10. The liege of rodents. is a blonde haired female human who lived as a normal woman for 47 years before she gained the ability to control rodents and started traveling europe and destroying crops. Most recently seen in france

11. The cannibal king. The cannibal king was a mere human man for 23 years but after getting put in a psych ward for 20 years he came out and started eating other men between the ages of 16 to 21. He seems able to teleport,control temperature in the room he is in and can levitate

12 a demon that haunts an abandoned village and takes the soul of everyone who passes. While not fully it can create a physical form to physically combat you

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Guess who's back at it again

Pick a creature you gotta hunt. But ofcourse your armaments will be added first. Pick one of these. All are nonmagical. The ammunition refers to how much you are given for free not how much the item holds

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"SALVATION ARMY AIDS CONVICTS," North Bay Nugget. September 16, 1943. Page 18. --- Many 'Confirmed' Criminals Helped Back to Decent Way of Life ---- A mild little man with a gentle smile at in The Salvation Army Prison Department office. His name was Stan. He wore a smile that lit up his whole face, and there was nothing bitter or resentful about him.

Stan, however, has lots of cause to be bitter. And why isn't he? Here's the story; Stan's father is the general manager of a large automobile company in a middle-western city of the United States. His sisters and brothers have good positions, They're getting along just fine and they've never been in trouble

Not like Stan. Bad Company When he was about 30 years old, he got mixed up with bad company. Easy money came his way when he robbed, in succession, three banks, seven gasoline stations and three coal yards. Then he was caught, and because he was the "guy with the gun" he got the longest sentence. He was a jailbird for 10 years.

Given his "freedom" he was shipped to Canada, and because he had no friends, and very little money, he started his same life all over again. He indulged in a splurge of crime, robbing several banks and as many as 20 or 30 gasoline stations.

Disillusioned, hard-boiled Stan. He came up for sentence and got another 10 years. He spent the first five years in Kingston, and then he was shipped to Stoney Mountain penitentiary, out beyond Winnipeg. In 1940 he got his liberty, seven dollars in his pocket and a suit of prison clothes.

In describing the suit, Stan says: "I looked as if I had been sent for and couldn't come!"

His fare was paid to an Eastern Canadian city, but the suit gave him away. Everyone shunned him. No one wanted to give him a job.

It was too easy to pick up a few old habits, and first thing he knew, Stan was back in the "jug" for having held up a jewellery store.

This is where The Salvation Army comes in. An officer talked to Stan just after he had been sentenced, for the third time. Stan wanted no part of The Salvation Army or of decent society or of God, for that matter. He was going back where he came from, with only one objective in mind: To get even.

Soon, though, The Salvation Army worked its way into his conscience, into his heart. With patience, with tact and with considerateness, a new man was born, and the years of bitter loneliness and estrangement gradually slipped away. By the time his three-year sentence was up, Stan had found a real friend.

Stan has only been out of jail a few days, but he's a different man. To start him off right, The Army gave him a good suit of clothes, a smart hat and new shoes; in fact both inside and out, Stan is a new fellow. The Army got him a job in a war plant, and he's making 85 cents an hour. He's proud of his badge, with his photograph and number on it so different from the other number he wore for so long and now he's got something to live for. Stan is quite frank when he says: "If it weren't for the Salvation Army, I'd have been back in my old haunts by now."

Who are criminals? Where do they come from? Criminals can be you or I in our weakest moments. Not only from poor, degenerate backgrounds come those criminals to whom The Salvation Army opens its heart. Doctors, lawyers, technicians, ministers, accountants, and many others who have fallen from grace through weakness and temptation have been reinstated back into society through the efforts of The Salvation Army.

Stan is one of 2,662 ex-convicts in a year who were helped back into a better life by The Army; many were restored to their homes; others went back to their old jobs; and for others, new jobs were found. Instead of going to jail, 1,502 men and women were committed to The Army's care; 6,715 prisoners were met on their discharges; 6,774 beds and meals were supplied to ex-prisoners; 9,573 received material assistance; 6,818 visits were made in the interests of prisoners to their families or prospective employers; 2,668 religious services were held in penitentiaries.

These figures tell countless stories of hope rekindled; of awkward and unfamiliar prayers rising from unaccustomed lips; of paths being diverted into useful and profitable ways; and all through the help of The Salvation Army, which believes that none have fallen so low that they cannot be reborn.

With your generous help, this work must go on. When you support the Home Front Appeal, you are answering the prayers of the would- be enemies of society, giving them a chance to start life anew.

[mimis-memes]

🍎 ｡:*• ─ WITCHY SENTENCE STARTERS.    ›   ( a compilation of witch-themed quotes from various media & some original ones. feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses ! )

1.    ❝ Relax… it’s only magic. ❞ 2.    ❝ Are you a good witch or a bad witch ? ❞ 3.    ❝ I am wicked in many ways. ❞ 4.    ❝ You say witch like it’s a bad thing… ❞ 5.    ❝ There's a little witch in all of us. ❞ 6.    ❝ You have witchcraft in your lips. ❞ 7.    ❝ I’m not good, I’m not nice, I’m just right. I’m the witch. ❞ 8.    ❝ For all you know, a witch may be living next door to you right now. ❞ 9.    ❝ You'd think they'd never seen a girl and a cat on a broom before. ❞ 10.  ❝ You didn’t think you were the only magical person in town, did you ? ❞ 11.  ❝ Witches are a bit like cats. They don’t enjoy each other’s company much, but they do like to know where all the other witches are, just in case they need them. ❞ 12.  ❝ There is a lot more to magic than waving your wand and saying a few funny words. ❞ 13.  ❝ The day we found magic, I thought we were going to change the world. ❞ 14.  ❝ There is no magic when one no longer believes. ❞ 15.  ❝ Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. ❞ 16.  ❝ Now when it comes to Santa Claus, most mortals don’t believe he exists ... just like they don’t believe in witches. ❞ 17.  ❝ Remember, 'Peace on earth, goodwill to men' includes witches. ❞ 18.  ❝ I am a witch. A real house-haunting, broom-riding, cauldron-stirring witch. ❞ 19.  ❝ Ha !  A witch ?  Moi ?  Oh, you can't be serious. Do I look like a witch to you ? ❞ 20.  ❝ In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me. ❞ 21.  ❝ I put a spell on you because you’re mine. ❞ 22.  ❝ What you gonna do ?  Hit me with your love spell ? ❞ 23.  ❝ Say that again and I will turn your tongue into a flower. ❞ 24.  ❝ Isn’t there a spell to fix this ? ❞ 25.  ❝ You know what it says on love potions… shake well but don’t tell. ❞ 26.  ❝ Are you sure this potion is safe to drink ? ❞ 27.  ❝ Never put your faith in a prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a witch. ❞ 28.  ❝ You got involved with a witch, and when you do that ... weird stuff happens. ❞ 29.  ❝ By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. ❞ 30.  ❝ You need to learn to fight. When witches don’t fight, they burn. ❞ 31.  ❝ In the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven, they would kill her. ❞ 32.  ❝ For some, witchery was a choice, but not for me. ❞ 33.  ❝ We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. ❞ 34.  ❝ I’m going to be a very good witch from now on. ❞ 35.  ❝ I almost died at the hands of a witch. But that past made me stronger. ❞ 36.  ❝ Who doesn't enjoy a good scare every now and again ?  Especially this time of the year. ❞ 37.  ❝ You gotta be a real witch, the way you fly that broom !  You think maybe you can teach me how to fly it ? ❞ 38.  ❝ If you help me gather everything I need for the spell, I will do anything you want. So what do you say ? ❞ 39.  ❝ A witch never gets caught. Don’t forget that she has magic in her fingers and devilry dancing in her blood. ❞ 40.  ❝ Some people will say that not all witches are evil, that their powers could be used for good. I say burn them all ! ❞

[loverdlx]

i’m glad everyone even the locals are loving atw 10 min. version, but with all the focus on jake g and the scarf etc by the mainstream media i’m also kinda sad its main message and purpose has been like...lost. (also swifties sending death threats to jake and john um...why)

like, yes the message of atw10 is fuck jake gyllenhaal but not just bc he hurt taylor but fuck jake gyllenhaal bc he preyed on a 20 year old when he was 30 and has continued to prey on young women since they broke up. and atw10 is taylor sharing the details of her personal experience with him to say “yes he hurt me but more importantly why did he prey on me and why is he still preying on others who are even younger????”

she is actively decentering herself from the story especially with the short film to transform it into (aside from ~looking back on something traumatic that happened and transformed her~) a cautionary tale abt older men preying on younger women!!!! atw10 is a warning!!!!! she purposefully cast the recently grown stranger things child actress sadie sink opposite teen wolf man dylan o’brien to visually emphasize this unbalanced age and power dynamic she experienced that left her feeling SO much like a "dead and gone and buried...lifeless frame” that the final minute of the song is dedicated to a slowly fading outro that literally sounds like a ghost haunting someone!!!!

hell, even in her snl performance, taylor dressing in all black and leaving her hair down - so simple - made it that much easier and more natural to just focus on the short film playing behind her and the accompanying lyrics she was speaking - decentering herself even more.

so while i don’t think jake (or john) deserves to be outright harassed/sent death threats (plus it only further feeds the taylor-is-a-vengeful-ex narrative), i think we should talk abt his behavior and hold him and so many other men accountable for preying on young women bc it’s a fucking plague that has left WAY too many ppl relating to atw10.