#they practice eugenics on themselves for christ's sake

[bigmfrat]

i want to see more terrible mindflayer OCs, but canon evil mindflayer ocs, not just some half baked "this is the bad guy i used in my dnd game, he uuuh, can enthrall you". I want to see Abysmal Creed Illithid! I want the tormentors and torturers without a shred of empathy and who only form bonds with others of their kind out of convenience! Enthrallment is so surface level! Illithid can be and are so much worse! I'm all for good illithid but BG3 has 1) given us no lore about them at all and has shown that no one knows jack shit about them, and 2) has woobiefied/watered down the FUCK out of their species. their society sucks and illithid are a product of that! Canonically they can be any alignment but tend to be evil due to their society. Illithid have a growing up phase of 20-21 years and learn from their environment just as we do! Im kinda getting bored of "illithid is a victim of their elderbrain" I want to see a squid that revels in agony all on their own!! 99% of people who have any concept of Illithid think they only eat brains! They don't! they eat the whole person, their favorite parts are the organs and they eat them raw and who knows if they even kill the guy first!!!! Make Some Evil Squid Bitches! Heres two of the most important sources of Illithid canon lore as free PDFs

[diner-drama]

Too Hot to Handle (4/?)

The Avengers And Friends all end up on a Love Island style reality TV show, but it turns out there’s a twist... Also on ao3.

Steve was just waking up, blinking sleepily at the people milling around his sun lounger.

"Hey," said Bucky, poking Steve's bicep. "Let's increase the closeness of our romantic relationship so Jarvis lets us go on a date."

"M'kay," agreed Steve groggily. "Howzat?"

The next evening, Jarvis lit up with a surprise announcement.

"Tony and Pepper. As a reward for the increasing closeness of your romantic relationship, we have arranged a date for you on the beach tonight."

The lovebirds looked up from where they were cloistered together in a hammock.

"Does this mean we're allowed a kiss? A little kiss-a-roo? A bijoux kiss-let?" asked Tony hopefully.

"No," said Jarvis flatly.

"Bad luck, man," said Bucky, looking up from his book. The gleaming muscles of Steve's chest as he dozed on his recliner were blocking his view of Tony and Pepper, but he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed. Steve had his head tipped back and was drooling a little bit, and Bucky was surprised that he found it incredibly endearing.

"You may now both go to the dressing room and change into formal wear," continued Jarvis, ignoring Bucky entirely. "Your date will begin in thirty minutes."

A few of them followed the lucky couple into the dressing rooms to help them prepare for their date. Carol slammed her locker door quickly on hearing them approach, and hurriedly began to debate the merits of different types of underwear with Pepper. Tony slipped into his tuxedo with practiced ease, deigning to let Clint tie his shoelaces and Bucky run a lint roller over his shoulders.

Emerging from a cloud of hairspray, Pepper walked up to Tony and began to fasten his bow tie for him, smiling. Her blue silk backless dress was stunning against her pale skin and flame-red hair.

"Wow," said Tony. "You look-"

"I know," she replied, patting his bow. "Shall we?"

Confident Tony looked almost shy as he placed one hand on the small of her back to escort her out to the veranda. Bucky and the others followed them outside and watched as they made their way to the beach, where a table had been set up for them with a white cloth, real silverware, and a formal meal laid out. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket in the center of the table and there was a single, red rose in a vase. Bucky sighed internally, quietly jealous.

Steve was just waking up, blinking sleepily at the people milling around his sun lounger.

"Hey," said Bucky, poking Steve's bicep. "Let's increase the closeness of our romantic relationship so Jarvis lets us go on a date."

"M'kay," agreed Steve groggily. "Howzat?"

Bucky managed to wake Steve up further by making him an espresso and then they cuddled up on the now-vacated hammock and stared mutely at each other for a moment before they started to laugh.

"I have no idea how to begin this conversation," admitted Steve, keeping his hand chastely on Bucky's waist. Bucky had to avert his eyes from Steve's gleaming chest, and slid a hand up to grasp his bicep, which didn't help the situation at all. Christ, Steve could probably lift an oil tanker over his head and toss it around like a juggling ball.

"Um... OK, so, if you could have anyone, living or dead, as a dinner guest, who would it be?" mumbled Bucky, mildly embarrassed by his hackneyed opening salvo.

"You got that out of a magazine, didn't you."

Bucky punched him on the arm. "Answer the question, punk."

Rubbing his arm, Steve thought for a moment. "I've always thought it would be cool to talk to Eugene Debs."

Bucky let out a delighted laugh, unsurprised. "Of course Mr. Collective Action is a closet socialist."

"OK then, who's yours, Ayn Rand?" snorted Steve.

"Mary Shelley, hands down," he replied immediately, having considered this question before.

Steve's eyes widened. "Oh man, I want to change my answer. She basically invented science fiction."

Bucky clapped a hand over Steve's mouth to keep himself from kissing him. "Stop being perfect."

Through Bucky's fingers, Steve managed to speak, sounding muffled. "Did you know she kept her husband's heart in her desk after he died?"

"Did you know she lost her virginity on her mother's grave?" Bucky couldn't stop himself from adding, moving his hand from Steve's mouth to run through his hair, scratching at his scalp with his short fingernails and eliciting a moan.

"God, I want to bang you right now," admitted Steve, gritting his teeth, his hand tightening convulsively on Bucky's hip.

"Ah-ah, Stevie. We made a promise, remember?" teased Bucky.

"Stop using my words against me."

"While there is a soul in prison, I am not free..." continued Bucky with a cheeky grin.

"Christ," hissed Steve, running a hand over his face. "You're the worst."

"I know you're all about solidarity or whatever, and I get that," said Bucky, still stroking through the soft strands of Steve's hair, "but you don't believe that having sex is a bad thing, right?"

"If I did I'd be the biggest hypocrite on the planet," laughed Steve. "The entire basis of this show is problematic as hell - they shouldn't be legitimizing slut-shaming for the sake of entertainment."

Bucky let out a low whistle. "You really are a social justice warrior, huh?"

"Social justice paladin," mumbled Steve.

By the time Bucky had finished gasping with laughter in between calling Steve the biggest nerd on the planet, the sun was setting over the water and the warm air was getting cooler, perking up Steve's nipples into hard little peaks.

"Put those away," Bucky instructed, shielding his eyes. "I don't want to lose us money by getting to second base with you."

Peggy threw a blanket at them from her perch on the couch, hitting their bodies with a thwap. "Here, before Barnes' erection gets the TV show canceled," she said sharply.

Natasha snickered and walked over to seat herself on Peggy's lap. "I like a girl who respects the FCC," she purred.

Bucky and Steve laughed and covered themselves in the thin blanket as the two women started murmuring words to each other which, based on the expression on Peggy's face, would probably violate several broadcasting regulations.

"Take it as a compliment," said Bucky, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his crotch.

"I've been reciting every baseball statistic I've ever memorized in my head this whole time, else I'd be right there with you," admitted Steve.

"Speaking of right there with me..."

"Buck."

"I mean..." said Bucky slowly, biting his lip suggestively and being as seductive as possible. "It's not like Jarvis can see what we're doing underneath this blanket..."

"Probably not," Steve whispered, his lips hovering millimeters from Bucky's ear, "but you look like a screamer to me."

"Mmm, guilty," hummed Bucky, delighted with the turn this conversation was taking. "I bet you'd like to make me scream sometime."

"Honey, when I'm done with you there'll be people three blocks away who know what you sound like when you're having your brains fucked out."

Stricken, Bucky made a small, strangled sound and started rearranging the blanket. "I'm putting up a protective blanket wall between us," he said loudly in the direction of Jarvis' microphone. "We are being very mature and restrained."

As Steve threw his head back in laughter, gripping his own chest with one hand, Bucky reflected that being mature and restrained was highly overrated.

[3thejuugmaster]

The crazy thing is that’s exactly how white people justified slavery to begin with, only the “property” in this case was black people. You see how you talk yourself in circles? Explaining property law now? Practicing to be a paralegal are we?

Whatever. White people like you who miss the target are the problem. How did you miss the fact that the story was never about property rights and about racism, slavery and the bigger ideal that white oppression has been a reality that causes a backfire of crime in urban areas? How did you miss the whole argument that if you bring a gun to where there was peace, you’ll inevitably start a war?

Ok cool, this isn’t about race it’s about property right and ownership and any man having the right to defend themselves and their possessions. That’s a bit obvious don’t you think? The story was plant to bait the race conversation but you guys wanted to tip-toe around it and act like it isn’t real only to later get mad at me “being racist”. Like, c’mon bro, I don’t even know you, and it was this easy to see that y’all are white even through the app. Something about the principles that white people claim are virtuous has a scent of racism in it that maybe not even white people notice. Or maybe I’m being……what’s that word the kids use these days……..a snowflake? Can’t take a joke? Nothing serious to worry about here, you say? That’s exactly the problem, a lot of that neo-nazi shit is trying to hide behind a clown mask and its easy to sniff out. The man said “eliminate criminals from the gene pool” for christs sake, you think that has nothing to do with racism? Eugenics? Darwinism? Evolutionary genetics? All that bullshit science white people came up with to enforce racist rhetoric in their homes? You think we don’t know who raised you? You think we don’t know who you are? Give yourself a bit more credit than that and know that not everything is so cut and dry, so face value. Not everything is about money and power, not everything is about what’s right and what’s fair.

lol police be like let yourself be victimized

need claymores