#they can destroy me but i'm okay with that

[mortalityplays]

5 years ago I was dirt broke and closeted and destroying my body working full-time in hospitality. 10 years ago I was unemployed and catatonically depressed, living out of a storage closet at my mum's place because I'd expected to leave home after graduating & my insane abusive stepmother didn't want me at my dad's. my sibling was homeless rather than live with either parent. the only thing that eventually stopped me drinking was the critical dose of psych medication I was put on to keep me from walking into traffic.

guess what, there are still times and places and feelings from those years that I miss so bad it hurts, that I mourn like someone died, because I was dead inside and out and couldn't focus on the things that kept me going. my sweet cat who used to wedge himself between my knee and my busted laptop and purr while I was job hunting. he passed away last year. the late night walks I used to take with my sibling just for a reason to be out of the house, when we would talk about art and tag up the walls on the half-constructed tram line at 3am. they have long covid now and can't walk more than a few minutes without getting exhausted, and we live in different cities, and we'll never be that angry together again. sometimes we're both online at the same time in the small hours of the morning and get on a phonecall together, and I know this is another temporary version of our relationship that I'll miss when circumstances change.

I'm sorry you don't have good memories of the bad times in your life, and I am really, truly, genuinely happy that you're in a better place now, but I resent the assumption that this post was written by and for someone who has never suffered. 10 years ago, at my absolute lowest, nothing made me want to blow my brains out more than the condecending You 👏 Are 👏 Valid 👏 tumblr culture of the time that told me everything would be okay and it gets better and I don't know who needs to hear this but you're lovable just as you are. Obviously a lot of people did need to hear that. Fine! But what I needed to hear was what I'm writing to myself from 2025: that the tiny moments of peace you find in the warzone matter, and you don't have to wait for life to get better to appreciate them. pet your cat and memorise the smell of his fur. take a walk, tag a wall. write your name on memory lane.

please can I talk to the people like me without being talked over, without eliding my words into 'the nightmare is 100% intolerable but it eventually ends if you wait it out, just trust me on this one' or 'buck up idiot, do some breathing exercises and be thankful'. believe it or not I have also lived a life, and I know what I'm saying because I said it on purpose.

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[rawan-soso]

As the adults struggle to find food and keep a roof over everyone’s heads, the children of northern Gaza also have their own struggles. Their mental health is in a horrible state.

I hesitated to talk about this. I don’t want people to think we have so many donations that we can afford to buy my sister toys. It’s not that we can afford it. It’s just that sometimes we have to skip a meal to buy something for her because the boredom is making her even more depressed. She has severe trauma, she has seen bombs dismember people, she has escaped multiple massacres with us. But now the other kids in the building keep breaking her toys while playing and we can't buy a new one immediately, because there are more urgent things. The cheapest thing in northern Gaza right now is makeup, because no one needs it, so I bought some. I apply it on myself and Soso to make her happy, but I don’t always have the energy or time to play with her. I’m exhausted, sick and malnourished, and I still have to do chores and spend hours at the market looking for the most affordable food, clothes, and hopefully medicine.

We have many expenses that we don’t talk about because people won’t see them as vital. Phone chargers (only used ones that die fast, because new ones are insanely expensive). A fee for the neighbors who have the internet router. Phone bills and data. Toys for the children. School books and private tutors for students.

You’re right, it wouldn’t be vital if the war had only lasted for a week. But it’s been more than a year. Our children’s mental health is destroyed, especially children as young as Soso who is only 4 years old and whose brain is developing in a genocide. Students can’t just stop studying for all this time. My other sister missed her entire last year of high school, but she wants to take university entrance exams. Dropping out of university because of the war has killed everything in me. I can’t let her experience the same kind of loss, so I pay for her books, for paper and printing, for private tutoring classes.

I had to buy three phone chargers in a month. The first one was $70. Days later, it was $100. Two days ago, a neighbor fried the second charger, and the new one was $200. I cried that day, because it wasn't even my fault. The prices of everything keep going up and I feel like I’m going insane. Even our landlord tried to increase the rent. It’s okay if I sacrifice meals. I’m used to hunger. But I have three younger siblings and I can’t watch them lose even more than they already have. I want them to study and play. I want them to eat and stay warm.

Please help me. When all of this is over, I’ll get my degree, find a good job, and I’ll never ask for anything again. But as long as the war keeps going, I need your help. I promise your donations don’t go to waste. Food and rent will always be the priority. Soso and my grandmother are the first beneficiaries. We always think carefully before buying anything. I hope we can reach the final goal soon, and that it will cover all expenses until the war ends, because I’m so tired of relying on strangers. I hate asking for money. I’m eternally grateful to anyone who helps, but the guilt won’t fade, because I wanted to be an independent girl and help my family myself. I'm exhausted and depressed.

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[syn0vial]

okay, so i've mentioned before how boba isn't above using wordplay/intentionally ambiguous wording/verbal loopholes to get out of rules or agreements he doesn't like while maintaining a front of ~*being true to his word*~. i believe the phrase i used was, "like some fucked up fae creature."

HOWEVER, after a review of additional expanded universe materials, i have come to the delighted realization that he has truly been doing this shit non-stop since he was a child. it's literally like,

"dad says i'm supposed to feed these feeder mice to this eel while he's gone, but TECHNICALLY, the words he used were, 'we'll be back when these are gone,' which doesn't necessarily mean dead. ALSO he's said that "patterns are traps," and killing a mouse each day would be a pattern, so if i let some of them go instead, then TECHNICALLY, i'm just following his advice :)" and "dad said i need to be in this apartment when he gets back, which TECHNICALLY means he said i could sneak out as long as i'm fast enough to get back before he does :)"

which leads to

"jabba said he wants me to destroy every last member of this smuggling ring despite the fact that the majority of them are enslaved children but i only promised to 'deal with' them, so if i kill their master and send them away, i've still technically destroyed the entire gang and 'dealt with' the members :)"

which leads to

"the hutts are only paying me to kill this dude and deliver them a grisly video of his death, but they didn't say i couldn't do a bunch of extra stuff like torch his merchandise afterwards, just that i wouldn't be paid for it :)"

which leads to

"it would technically be a breach of code for me to kill these guys unrelated to an active bounty, even though i really want to and it would be necessary to save the life of a third party, but oh would you look at that, said third party happened to find three credits in his pocket, and as long as i verbally agree to said fee, this is now an ongoing bounty, and i can kill with impunity :D"

which leads to

"based on your promise, i hereby verbally agree to backstab my entire galaxy and help deliver it to the yuuzhan vong for purging and enslavement (but since i know your promise is a lie, my promise "based on" it is also a lie and i'm actually going to secretly go behind your back and do the opposite :)"

basically, if you're gonna hire boba fett for something specific, you better have outlined at MINIMUM a 12-page document outlining exactly what he can and cannot do, or he WILL just fuck off and do whatever the hell he wants

[legendary-69420]

Thirst Tweet Roulette

Chapter 1

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3)

racing hearts

Warning! : May get NSFW at some points

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The room hummed with pre-filming tension and some other tension, the lighting perfect, and the cameras set at just the right angle to capture Charles’s and Mark’s faces up close. PR team members hustled in the background, setting everything for the “Thirst Tweets” PR stunt. It was an idea cooked up in a marketing brainstorm, meant to play off the fans’ collective obsession with the two drivers’ looks and personalities.

“Ready?” Charles asked, raising his eyebrows at Mark.

Mark chuckled, settling into his chair, looking as carefree as ever. “Oh, I was born ready,” he joked, already loosening his posture and preparing for what he could only imagine would be a hilarious ride.

A crew member approached with a microphone. “Charles, you’re up first. Mark, if you can wait just over there, we’ll get to you in a moment.”

Mark moved aside, pretending to be disappointed as he mock-pouted. “Fine. Go on without me.”

As Charles picked up the first slip of paper, he squinted at the tweet, his eyes widening as he read aloud:

“‘Charles, you can parallel park in my—’ okay, nope. Not reading the rest of that,” he chuckled nervously.

The crew stifled their laughter, but it was nothing compared to the uncontrollable cackle that came from Mark in the corner, loud enough to drown out Charles’s voice. The cameraman gave a thumbs-up for a reshoot, but the laughter was contagious, and soon the room was cracking up with Mark leading the way.

“You okay over there, man?” Charles called out, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mark wheezed, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “This is already gold.”

After another false start, the team finally decided to film them together, allowing Charles and Mark to play off each other’s reactions. Now seated side by side, they could fully react to the thirst tweets in real-time.

Charles picked up the next tweet and read it with a mixture of curiosity and dread. “‘Charles, I would let you ruin my credit score if it meant spending one night with you.’” He paused, looking at Mark with an incredulous expression. “What do you even say to that?”

Mark grinned, shrugging. “I’d say… that’s dedication.”

When it was Mark’s turn, he opened his first tweet, smirking as he read it: “‘Mark can destroy this bussy any day if he wants.’” Mark’s smirk widened, and he held up the paper, showing it to Charles and the camera. “Right off the bat, huh?”

Charles’s face turned pink as he tried not to laugh. “Are we sure this is legal?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard the worst of it,” Mark replied, picking up the next tweet and practically choking on laughter. “‘I'm just a hole for Mark.’”

Charles buried his face in his hands, laughing uncontrollably while muttering, “I can’t believe people write this.”

Mark continued without mercy, “‘If I ever got my hands on Mark, I’d empty his balls so fast.’ Wow, okay. Guess that’s, uh, flattering?”

The crew member behind the camera struggled to stay professional, biting back laughter as Charles took over, still red in the face but willing to join in the fun. The ridiculousness escalated from there, with each tweet revealing fans’ most unfiltered desires and the drivers’ ever-growing list of bloopers. Mark’s infectious laugh and Charles’s flustered reactions had everyone in the room in fits.

Charles composed himself enough to read the next tweet, though he gave Mark a quick glance, still blushing from the last one.

“Okay, next one,” Charles began. “‘The sluttiest thing a man can do is be Mark Spencer without a shirt.’” He held back laughter as he looked over at Mark, feigning an impressed nod. “I mean… they’re not wrong.”

Mark flexed an eyebrow, giving Charles a cocky grin. “Good to know people appreciate my, uh… fashion choices.”

Charles tried to keep his cool, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him. He handed the tweet to Mark, whose turn it was to read aloud.

Mark leaned in, picking up another tweet. “‘Mark can rail me angrily any day if he wants to, and I’d still say thank you.’” He paused, letting out a low whistle. “Thank you? They’re very polite.”

Charles laughed, shaking his head. “I guess that’s one way to compliment someone.”

Mark’s shoulders shook with laughter as he reached for the next tweet. “Brace yourself, Charles. This one’s… intense.” He cleared his throat dramatically and read, “‘I wanna bend Mark over, pull his hair, angrily make out with him, and make him arch his back, then wreck him like a fist through wet paper.’”

Charles’s jaw dropped, and he stared at Mark in shock, wide-eyed. “A… fist? Through… What—are these people okay?”

Mark laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. “Apparently, they’re more than okay.” He raised his eyebrows playfully. “I mean, I had no idea I was, uh, inspiring such… literary creativity.”

Charles threw his head back, trying not to lose himself in laughter again. “A fist… through wet paper. I’m never going to forget that one.”

Mark composed himself, reaching for another tweet. He glanced at it and then shot Charles a mischievous grin. “Oh, you’re going to like this one, Charles. Ready?”

Charles leaned in, raising his eyebrows. “Let’s hear it.”

Mark read, “‘I would suck Mark’s soul out of his d—’” He coughed, cutting off the rest of the word, but not before the room erupted in laughter again. The tweet was held up to the camera in all its glory as Mark pretended to fan himself. “Damn, they’re bold.”

Charles was practically in tears. “Why did no one warn us? I wasn’t prepared for this.”

Mark grinned, still laughing. “Oh, it gets better.” He reached for another tweet, and upon reading it, he snorted. “‘Mark as Ken is the hottest thing ever.’”

Charles couldn’t help himself. “Yeah, I see you as Ken,” he said, his tone almost flirtatious. “Plastic abs and all.”

Mark shot him a playful glare, swatting his arm. “My abs are real, thank you very much.”

Another tweet caught Mark’s eye, and he could hardly keep it together as he read aloud, “‘The only thing we all want… is Mark’s buns.’” He raised an eyebrow, giving Charles a sideways smirk. “Well, looks like my ‘buns’ are in high demand.”

Charles turned a shade redder, covering his mouth to stifle a laugh. “You’re really taking this all in stride, aren’t you?”

“Hey, I’m just here to give the people what they want,” Mark teased, shrugging before moving on to the next one. “‘If I ever got my hands on Mark, I’d first tie him to a chair. Passionately make out with him, Worship his Abs , tear off his damn clothes and give him the best night of his life.’” He stopped, staring at the tweet for a moment before saying, “Okay, that’s… descriptive.”

Charles shook his head, still laughing. “I think they’re trying to set a world record for the most chaotic thirst tweets.”

The last tweet in Mark’s pile made his eyes widen, and he held it up dramatically. “This might be the peak, Charles.” He read, “‘I want to eat Mark like he’s the last meal of my life.’”

Charles clapped his hands together, laughing uncontrollably. “I don’t even know how to respond to that. They’re committed!”

“Okay, listen to this,” Mark started, clearing his throat dramatically. “‘No lube, no protection, all night all day, from the kitchen floor to the dining table, from the bed to church, from the front porch to the balcony—’”

Charles blinked, his face already beginning to flush. “Mark…” he warned.

Mark ignored him, continuing with increasing theatrics. “‘Vertically, horizontally, quadratic exponential, logarithmic—’”

“Mark, stop.” Charles leaned forward, his voice pitching higher, but Mark was having none of it.

“‘While I gasp for air, scream the Lord’s prayer—’”

“MARK!” Charles finally grabbed the paper out of Mark’s hands, his face now a vivid shade of red. “That’s enough! What the hell is wrong with people?!”

Mark burst into laughter, leaning back against the couch as he turned to the camera with a wink. “For the record, I’ve already seen that one. Very creative, by the way,” he added with mock admiration.

As the tweets kept coming, the camera continued to roll, catching every wild reaction, every playful jab between the two, and the unfiltered chaos of the moment. In the final cut, a series of bloopers showed Mark’s unstoppable laughter, Charles’s embarrassment, and the shared glances that seemed to suggest more than just friendly camaraderie.

[Official Interview Company’s Social Media Post]

"Things got a little out of hand when #CharlesLeclerc and #MarkSpencer read each other’s thirst tweets. Let's just say… we’ll never look at them the same way again. 👀🔥 Full video linked in bio! Warning: may cause excessive laughter. #F1 #ThirstTweetChaos"

Bloopers Clip in the Post: The clip shows Charles trying to read a tweet while Mark laughs uncontrollably in the background, loud enough that Charles has to stop mid-sentence to give him a playful glare.

Charles (smiling but exasperated): “Mark, could you maybe try to keep it down?”

Mark (between laughs): “Hey, I’m just here for the show, man!”

The video cuts to a scene where Charles reads a particularly spicy tweet, causing him to cover his face with the tweet card while Mark leans back, mouthing, "Oh my god."

Then, Mark attempts to read the “wet paper” tweet, only to lose it halfway through, clutching his sides as he laughs. Charles, also losing it, mutters, “Who writes these?”

The blooper reel ends with both of them in hysterics, barely able to look at the cards.

Top Fan Comments:

@F1Queen: "Watching Charles turn redder than a Ferrari over Mark's tweets is THE content I signed up for. 😂🍿"

@MarkFan_Official: "Okay, but Mark’s confidence while reading that ‘wet paper’ tweet is sending me to the moon. He KNOWS what he’s doing!! 🔥🔥🔥"

@CharlesLover91: “Charles trying to keep a straight face while Mark is cackling in the background is a whole mood. I love their energy so much!”

@Thirst4Mark: "‘Just a hole for Mark.’ My new life motto.”

@SpeedyBunny: “Charles saying Mark made a good Ken and Mark flexing about his ‘real abs’…do they know they sound like a married couple?!"

@OversteerQueen: "Charles is such a professional, but let’s be real: the second he read 'sluttiest thing' he was gone."

@CharlesMarkShip: "Mark’s laugh is literally infectious; even Charles couldn't hold it together. PLEASE, we need a part two!! #TeamChaos"

@ThirstyTires: “I came here for the racing content and stayed for the absolute thirst-fest. I don’t regret it one bit.”

@FormulaFangirl: "Charles pretending to be shocked by those tweets as if he doesn’t think about Mark that way… 👀👀 We see you, Leclerc!"

@MarkSpenceStan: "Did Mark really read the ‘I’d empty his balls’ tweet out loud? Iconic behavior.”

Trending Hashtags After the Video Release:

#MarkAndCharlesChaos

#ThirstTweetTakedown

#RedOnRedReaction

#RealAbsEnergy

#F1ThirstTweets

Bonus Bloopers Posted Later by the Interview Company: The company released another bloopers reel where Charles and Mark try to keep their composure but keep breaking into laughter over the tweets. At one point, Charles drops his cards and leans over the table, laughing too hard to continue.

Mark: “Charles, we’re supposed to be professionals here!”

Charles (wiping tears): “I’m sorry, but I just… I wasn’t ready for any of this!”

It cuts to a clip where Charles tries to read the “bend Mark over” tweet but keeps stumbling over the words, flustered. Mark casually says, “Just say it, mate. We’re all friends here.”

Fans are tagging friends, sharing their own reactions, and creating memes of Charles and Mark’s expressions during the video, cementing it as one of the most entertaining PR moments for the drivers. Fans are loving the dynamic, calling for a sequel to the chaotic reading session.

Meanwhile in private, the tension of the kiss was still looming but decreased a lot. As they both knew that they can't be uncomfortable about it cuz ofc it was their choice and also due to the reason that they literally can't spend a single day without each other.

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[phoenixangel13]

#okay tbh I think Silver's need to be loved supercedes most of his morals#because he is so continually unloved and unappreciated#we must assume that when he becomes silver that's one of the few versions of himself that has truly been loved#and he can have his logic and his thinking but like#for a man who always has one foot out the door then they cut it off as he's said#it's one thing to be needed. depended on. appreciated even. it is another thing to be loved#over the course of this series we see how the crew of the walrus grows to appreciate silver. worship him even#and in this worship they begin to love the tale and the story and the character#it's incredible to watch him become Long John Silver#but regular John Silver doesn't need glory or admiration he needs to be loved#he Needs to be loved and he knows it exists#in the way that thomas and flint loved each other#he has a lot of that with madi for sure because she gets a more genuine version of him#but flint knows him in a way nobody else has or will because flint sees him#madi sees him too#the perfect answer here is polyamory but that's another monologue for another set of tags#anyways we know john silver will do terrible awful things#we know what he is capable of#so I do believe him capable of unmaking someone#so my read on the text is alive.#I am also delighted by the ambiguity for SURE#but John Silver would not destroy the one thing that could give him what he truly needs#and that is to be one man who is loved without question. unconditionally. because nobody ever truly has before#and if that mere possibility for him to have that exists? he'd secret it away#he'd hem and haw about deserving to be loved and ultimately never pursue it#but he'd never fully destroy the chance#because all one really needs is a chance#I didn't mean to do this oops#john silver desperately needs to be loved but doesn't understand how to get it#because he's lived a life where affection is transactional

i'm sorry i love your tags so much @spacelesbin and they've subsequently driven me mad

dont blow up my notes with arguing, i just want to know what The People In General think. if you want to change minds please make an original post

[mirensiart]

Nier Automata experience

Route A: people have said this is sad and yeah it kinda is, I'm a bit emotional here. Its really good though, I can't wait to see what else this game has in store!

Route B: okay, new perspective! Neat! I... wait... why are the robots talking? Why... why do they have like emotions and families and stuff, I thought only the forest machines were like this.... what... whats going on. Wait, wait no, I can see what people are saying now, what no you canT DO THIS TO ME

Route C: ..........My life has been changed drastically and I've been sobbing for 30 hours.

I'M NOT DONE WITH ROUTE C YET BUT YEAH.....YEAH....THIS IS SO ACCURATE SO FAR OOOOUGH

Spoilers below!

I just finished that section with A2 where pascal's village is destroyed by zombie machines and then the children machines pascal saved killed themselves in fear

And pascal asks you to either kill him or erase his memories and I was FLABBERGASTED

Like HOLY SHIT HOW IS A GAME DESTROYING ME LIKE THIS?!

I couldn't make a choice so I wanted to see if the game would let me walk away, and I did!

And it was AWFUL !!!!! PASCAL JUST YELLING AT ME CAUSE HOW DARE I LEAVE HIM WITH SO MUCH HEARTBREAK

And I was like OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

I suppose that moving on, learning and being better like a human would is a much kinder end than straight up killing him or erasing who he is

BUT I STILL FEEL SO BAD

OOOOOOOOOOUUUGH

yeah I'm not having a good time lmao

[snootlestheangel]

Snootles Rant: Lonely AF edition

Snootles does not feel well (she's fine just being dramatic) and is going to rant about being down bad (like seriously being horny on main right now do not perceive me)

*slumps on the floor* I wanna be a housewife so bad

I don't wanna work, I just wanna stay home and crochet/knit and then make some food

And then get absolutely pinned by my beast of a husband

Is that too much to ask????

Is it too much to ask for a big burly man to absolutely ruin me in bed but then he's dedicating himself to me in other ways???

I just wanna live on my own, at least. Crochet a bunch of flowers and vines and shit and decorate my place with them. I want friends I can just surprise with little crochet hearts or flowers and take on dinner dates.

*my ill figure pushes an image towards you* *muttering* I just need to be under him

The photo in question:

Fuck I also love him

*holds these two pictures and cries more*

WHY MUST I BE CURSED?? I AM NOT PHYSICALLY WELL ENOUGH TO HANDLE THIS BEAUTY AT THIS HOUR

*it's late I should really go to bed*

Instead I shall complain more because as hard as I've tried to stay horny off main, I am unfortunately a weak-willed woman

And I am a simple woman with simple needs.

And those needs are currently to get fucking decimated by one of the above men. Fuck it, if not both

[beef-brisket]

Adam felt his panic rise as Steve kept texting and calling him. He's still on the fence about telling Ozzie about him. It would be funny to know that the only performer that was keeping his business afloat was also the one to destroy it.

But somehow, he felt guilty for even thinking it.

Adam: The fuck happened to me... I would have kicked this guys head in the moment he talked down to me... guess I really am pathetic, now...

Turning his phone off, Adam placed it on the seat next to him.

Ozzie: Adam! I'm ready for you!

Adam wanted to laugh and joke that no one was ready for the dickmaster, but he wasn't even in the mood for that.

Following Ozzie back into his office, he sat down and waited for the sin to join him.

Ozzie: Right. So, we'll get the boring part out of the way, the do's and don't's.

Adam wanted to groan as Ozzie took a seat in front of him, but he held it in, giving him a nod instead.

Ozzie: First, no breeding with humans. Big no, no. Not that you can breed, but if you want to, you could- but don't.

Adam nodded, he's too old to have any mini Adam's running around.

Ozzie: Second, no showing your demon form. At all. Believe it or not, it scares people, found that out the hard way.

Adam didn't want to know. But he nodded.

Ozzie: Third, don't mention Hell, Lucifer, any other the sins or demons. And don't tell humans what happens to them when they die.

Adam knew he wouldn't be talking about Lucifer. He's trying to get away from the bastard not brag about him.

Asam: Got it.

Ozzie: And finally. Don't even think of running away from me, baby. I hate to sound so forceful and possessive, but I can't stress this enough. You can't run away from me or hell, okay? You have to come back.

Adam: I will.

Ozzie smiled: Good boy~. Now, the fun part. You get to decide what you look like, I'll issue you your crystal and show you how it works... I also have to tell Luci.

Adam sunk into his seat, of course he did.

Ozzie: Hey, don't look so glum, baby. I promise your identity will be kept anonymous, he won't know who you are. He isn't the only one to fuck up paper work~.

Adam: H-He won't know it's me? Do you promise?

Ozzie stood and walked around to Adam, kneeling in front of him. Adam couldn't help but blush as Ozzie held his hands.

Ozzie: I swear to you, Adam. He won't know.

-

Lucifer: What?! He's sending Adam to earth?!

Charlie jumped and gave her dad a strange look: Are you sure? His name isn't on the form-.

Lucifer: Oh please, Charlie. Who the hell else is Adamo firmano? Ozzie's fucking terrible at names- and that's what he comes up with?! And you five years?! That's insane! I'm denying it-.

Charlie: Dad! You can't just deny it because it's Adam-.

Lucifer: I'm not denying it because of it. It's because of how bullshit this paper work is, and five years is way too long...

Charlie sighed: Fine, dad...

Succubus au

@beef-brisket

@fanofstuff01

(This au was originally on @things-aren't-what-they-seem66blog and was originally thought of by an anonymous ask)

The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

[chaos-bringer-13]

My brain just hit an old hyperfixation (is this what it's called? I hope I used the word right) and oh dear am I losing my mind now. I need to write a story I think. About this one old guy. He's unhinged. There's so much information about him and yet not enough. I want to explore his character so much. He's definitely a criminal - at least he was one - and I'm 95% sure he can do actual real magic, and he's a musician and an artist and an actor and a magician and a philosopher and a traveler and a conman and so much more and also I think he's some kind of immortal. Maybe he just has a VERY long life. It's strongly implied he was a pirate at some point of his life. He started a cult by accident several times. My conspiracy theories about him include him being a secret god.

He's also a freaking round blue raven. Someone save me from my mind.

[imminent-danger-came]

was thinking of hollow knight lmk AU and realized another vessel parallel Bai He and LBD she was BEGINNING to fail as a vessel until she possessed Wukong but even then she was still stretched out too thin I feel like this means something but idk what

The body or "vessel" being too weak to contain her power....sounds a bit familiar doesn't it:

If I had a nickle for every time a main antagonist cracked apart while fighting a monkey demon, I'd have two nickles—which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

But here is the thing—Jade Emperor Azure also parallel's Possessed Wukong. So we have 2 instances of successful containers (Mei for the Samadhi fire and Wukong with LBD's power), and we also have 2 instances of failed containers (The little girl for LBD's power and Azure with the Jade Emperor's power).

And you know who else is struggling to be a container for their power?

[jkvjimin]

TH: I'm going to play a song I love… *plays Alone* JM: Oh… TH: You knew I'd love this song when you made it, right? JM: I didn't know… TH: Whoever loves this song the most, they would be just like me. JM: Thank you.

[deservedgrace]

So this is entirely my own opinion, take it with a grain of salt, maybe others will have different thoughts.

For me the concept of destroying all religions is very... I have my personal beliefs about what a better world looks like, but it's really, really important to not let that overshadow the reality of the world we live in.

So while I personally might believe that a hypothetical world without religion would be better than our world now, I recognize that we exist in a world where religion does exist and that there's no way to eliminate a religion without being a fascist. Most of us decided it was bad when christians did that to other religions and cultures. It's also an incredibly black and white view of religion, where because I and others had a bad experience it's entirely bad and irredeemable and nobody could ever possibly find good things in it so it should be taken away forever. That's just not accurate to what religion is.

The reality is, religion is inextricably linked with many people's cultures, communities, relationships, and identities. To destroy religion would be to destroy cultures, and communities, and people's identities, and people themselves. As much as religion has been used to oppress marginalized groups, religion can be extremely important in marginalized groups as well and aided in their survival or provided them hope. Lots of people find comfort in their religion after they have been failed time and time again by "the world". Lots of people use their religion to help cope with mental illnesses. I can believe that things shouldn't be this way all I want, but it doesn't change the fact that things are this way, and that there's no way to take away people's religions without taking away all of that and more.

When we're looking at something like drug use through a harm reduction lens, we recognize that going "okay were gonna take away all the drugs, sorry bud figure it out!" isn't helpful. We recognize offering things like clean supplies, places to safely use drugs, places to safely dispose of products like needles, community, mental health services, education, support, etc. are far more helpful. I think that this is a better lens to imagine freedom from religion. One of the big things that keeps people trapped is that their community is entirely tied into their religion and if they leave the religion, they lose their community. If people were able to find community outside their religion, they could leave easier. When people have information and options, they can choose what path is best for them and be less likely to end up in harm's way.

(ETA because I want to be explicit about this: I'm not saying the "correct" path for everyone is non religion. I can't determine that for another person. What I'm saying is that I think fewer people would be trapped in harmful sects/churches/etc if the needs that religion meets (community, support, comfort, etc) were met outside of it. If people were aware of their options and information, they could make a decision that's best for them. They might realize none of it is for them, they might realize that a different sect or religion is better for them, or they might realize where they're at is perfectly fine and now they have the option of support in multiple areas instead of one. Leaving all of it was best for me, but that's not something I get to or even want to decide for another person.)

For the second thing, to me it ties into what we consider violence. It's tied to the belief that the oppressors' violence is justified, acceptable, or not violence at all, where any reaction to said violence is disproportionate, cruel, violent.

"Fear of conflict" and "right to comfort" are tenants of white supremacy. We see it often in the belief that "calling out violence is worse than the violence itself". Black people (ESPECIALLY women) get tone policed, dismissed, and harassed to hell and back when they call out racism. A woman that calls out sexual assault often gets more social punishment than the man who perpetuated the assault. It boils down to: socially, there's "acceptable" violence (often perpetuated by non marginalized people) and "unacceptable" violence (reaction to the initial violence). If you're more concerned about someone calling out violence than you are the actual violence, you're willing to sacrifice real justice for fake harmony.

And also, violence is necessary sometimes to further social change. When people are pushed and pushed and pushed and not listened to after asking nicely, protesting, exercising other non-violent options, violence becomes inevitable. However, because people are willing to accept a level of violence from oppressors, they'll focus on the violence of the oppressed as extreme and horrible and evil.

Obviously it's important to do the work to unlearn the bigotry you more often than not grew up with in Christianity, but I truly think that if you don't also deconstruct the underlying beliefs and doctrine that run alongside (and often encourag) that bigotry in the first place, you're just going to keep running into the same issues over and over again.

[iamthepulta]

i did it u_u

[a-gay-bloodmage]

One of my favorite hobbies to engage in is ignoring the canon course of video game romances

[nightfal1n]

*Reads Galaxias (serialization) chapter 1*

"Hey we got dragon Hoshina here and he looks very sas"

*Dragon Hoshina got a 1st episode villain/future rival humiliated defeat treatment*

".....Well not exactly vice capt but glad you 'survived'"

[umberpath]

Scavengers Reign was fucking phenomenal