#this is why the game never let them support

[moniquill]

This is an assertion. Do you have evidence to support this assertion?

(Spoilers: You do not, because this is not true, just like it wasn't true about violent video games turning teenagers into murderers in the 90's, or Metal music doing it in the 80's, etc etc moral panic du jour)

Let's do a single word swap in your assertion to see how much sense it makes:

"It encourages murder in murderers and when they read about that they want that irl, and then they murder people." (this is why murder must never be depicted in fiction and anyone who likes reading fiction that has murder in it is automatically a criminal)

Writing/Reading fiction = No wrongdoing. Because thoughtcrime is not real. Call the police and tell them you saw someone reading Lolita, see how they react. I'll wait.

You're aware that I'm a 41-year old ciswoman, right bro?

We're devolving

[caffieneaddictt18]

A little while ago, I read a beautiful piece of fic, so I asked to be able to use their inspiration... thank you @goatgoesmbe for letting me use the inspiration for your fic.

Price had first found out that you kept your door unlocked when he didn't hear the tale-tell click of a door locking when you got home from work.

He was a little surprised too. A pretty thing like you leaving your door unlocked? In this neighborhood?

So John, being the caring man he is, decided to keep watch over your door. He doesn't get much sleep anyway. Might as well use the time to watch over you while you sleep. Just like him and his men when they take shifts sleeping. He's asked you to watch his place while he's gone on deployment, so it's like a give and take situation. You watch over his apartment while he's gone and he watches over you while you sleep... okay, maybe not exactly a completely fair deal, but he's done more for less.

The next day, when you get home for work, you find John Price smoking a cigar, and sitting outside his door, across from your apartment. The glow of the end of the cigar is a beautiful orange against his skin and in the dark of night.

"Make sure to lock your door, love... keep yourself safe." His heady, rough voice, with the casual dominance of how he told you makes you lock your door that night.

John sleeps well that night.

When Simon notices, he's at Price's flat for a football game. Manchester was playing and Simon was never one to not watch a match that Manchester played. He might not like his personal history with the place, but it's home and he will gladly support his home's team.

It's going great and Simon is a little tipsy by the end of it. Definitely not able to take the train home safely, let alone drive home, so he stay's at Price's in Herefordshire.

As Simon gets the couch set up for himself to sleep, he notices Price hasn't moved from his seat and is wide awake.

"Price? You gonna get ready for bed?"

"Not yet, Simon. Feel free to sleep." Price has not heard the click of your door locking, and it's past the normal time of you getting home. You forgot to lock your door again.

"What's wrong?" Simon is suddenly very sober despite the alcohol still running its course through his system.

“Goin’ for a smoke.” John grabs a cigar, and heads out, leaving his door unlocked.

Simon notices. He notices everything but his Captain leaving his door unlocked? He always locks his door, even if he’s just going around the corner of the building. So Simon gets up, and sits in John’s chair. Simon notices a few more things…

1. This chair faces a door.

2. The door happens to be your door.

3. His Captain is rummaging through the flower pots in front of your apartment

Why is his Captain looking through your flower pots? It must be for a good reason… Simon waits and watches as his Captain, his good friend and leader, finds your spare key and inserts it into your deadbolt… and then your doorknob… and puts the key back before turning the corner to take his smoke.

It’s not until about twenty minutes later when Price is done that he finds Simon sitting in his chair. His watching chair.

“Doe’ she always forge’?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then… someones gotta protect a birdie like that.”

And that was when John knew that the first of his men had been caught into your hooks.

It’s quite funny how you got the other two to become a part of the security team.

At base, Simon was talking about how good Price’s barbecue is, and Johnny and Kyle overheard. Kyle, Price’s not-so-subtle favorite, was taken aback. His captain was barbecuing and he never shared? So, the day ended with plans being made to go to Price’s flat for a barbecue in two days.

Price came by your flat to let you know. “My team is coming by. Some of them are a rowdy bunch, but we’ll try to keep quiet.” John reassures you, but knowing you, you wouldn’t care. You never complained, even when the apartment next to you was loud, or the apartment above you was… dancing the tango, if you know what I mean.

So when Johnny got rambunctious, it wasn’t anything you weren’t prepared for. What you weren’t prepared for was Kyle stopping you on your walk to your apartment door and flirting with you, Johnny not far behind. “I didnae ken tha’ Cap’n had a bonnie lass like y’self across the hall~ Can see why he’s hidin’ you though.”

“John? He’s just my neighbor.” You try to tell them, backing yourself to your door.

“‘John’? On first name basis, are you?” Kyle smirks. He knows the team’s dynamic. Once one of them gets you… the rest are not far behind.

“I’m not su- oh would you look at tha-“ You cut yourself off by opening your door and sliding into your apartment, leaving it unlocked behind you.

Johnny and Kyle are confused. No one has left like that when they flirt. Must be a recluse… so they shrug and go back to their little gathering. Johnny’s a little less rambunctious now and the noise has toned down.

As the gathering comes to an end, Price gets up, not hearing your lock click into place again. He walks over and knocks on the door.

"Captain, why are you-?" Gaz starts before you open the door.

"John?" Your voice, thick with sleep, softens John's heart.

"Make sure to lock your door, pet."

"Okay..." You mumble, "Goodnight, John."

"Goodnight, pet." He waits for you to shut the door and lock it before heading back to the boys.

"So... is that why you've been making missions shorter than usual?" Soap asks, taking a slow sip of his beer.

"She leaves her door unlocked most nights. Forgets it." Ghost shrugs, taking a sip of his whiskey, looking away from his captain.

"So... she needs a reminder." Gaz looks at Price, eyes focused, goal-oriented.

"A reminder would be good for her, I suppose." Price shrugs, sipping his drink.

If anyone were to look close enough, they would see the twinkle in his eye, the small smirk forming at the edge of his lips behind the glass...

But his team doesn't need to look close. They already know.

The next day, you are coming back from your late night shift, a long day of office work that makes you feel shittier and shittier after your already long day of classes. It's already dark out, and you're justing wishing for a shower and your bed.

But of course... something stops you. More like someone.

"Pet, you really need to start locking your door at night." John's voice is unmistakable, even in the dark. The striking sound of a lighter producing a flame emits a soft orange glow before burning the end of those nice smelling cigars.

"John, do we have to have this conversation?" You lean against your threshold.

"We do."

"There's nothing important in the apartment anyways-"

"You."

"What?"

"You are the important 'thing', pet." He takes one more puff of his cigar before standing to his full height, towering over you.

"Ohhhh..." It hits you like a train. You're supposed to be the valuable. "John, I get it. But I leave my laptop at work and the only other valuable is my phone-"

"Godammit, you're the valuable! And I will spend however long it takes for me to drill that through your skull!" He raises his voice, needing you to understand how much he and his boys have already fallen for you.

"What, you tryna ask me on a date?" You chuckle and reach for your doorknob.

"No," His hand grasps yours, swallowing it in the heat of himself, "I'm asking you to be mine."

Sorry this took so long! I wanted to do it justice but I can't think of anything else now... so I'm creatively pooped out... Have a great night/day!

[heartikeu]

IN ALL YOUR PERFECTS ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

〔 𝒾 〕 How did you get so lucky as to bag one of the hottest men on campus, Sim Jaeyun? That question rings in your head often, even in moments you shouldn't feel insecure. And every answer is too unkind to speak out loud to the beautiful boy stealing hearts on the lacrosse field and upending your world with every smile he gives you. But he can sense something is off, and if you don't explain why soon, you may just be the downfall of everything.

═══ RELEASE DATE: 18.06.2025

𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝓍 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 1K (teaser) ⋮ 18+ ⋮ fluff, angst, smut, plus-size!reader, lacrosse player!jake, semi-fwb au, college au, downbad!jake, insecurites (of the reader), self-manipulation, negative self-talk and thoughts, body worship, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie ᯤ 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘧𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 — 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 — 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺 — 𝘺𝘶𝘦𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 — 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 — 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘴

⌗ 𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ── First fic on this blog! This story does come from a special place in my curvy heart! Please know that you are greater than your worst thoughts, and the love that you deserve is waiting for you no matter your size or self-doubts. Thank you so much and be ready to enjoy!

You never step out of the car.

It's routine to pick Jake up after every Tuesday and Friday lacrosse practice. You detested the idea at first. You didn't know Jake's teammates and friends—you made a point not to—but you predicted long ago they would smell your anxiety the second you shifted gears on the pavement. "Just have San or someone else do it, please?" You'd responded with something to that effect the first time he asked, and the subject was dropped.

But sticking to your guns became especially difficult once Jake discovered your undoing via his incessant pouting and perfectly-executed neck kisses. Ultimately, your resolve crumbled.

You've driven to and away from the field many times in the past four months, yet your physical reactions in between the driving never change. You sit with bated breath as you see the clock on your dash shift, ten minutes past when you were supposed to be here passing in a blur. Fingers tap against the steering wheel in time to the beat of the song, the melody humming low from your speakers. All of the humdrum habits and safety of your car keep you from feeling small, but the second your head turns, or a sound pulls you from your daze, you're fucked.

Your 2011 Volkswagen is no match for the Audis and Range Rovers surrounding you in the parking lot next to the lacrosse field. In the 9 PM moonlight, they all shine something fierce. The chrome and glossy finishes are in excruciatingly stark contrast to the chipped paint on your front bumper and aged rubber lining your tires.

You can't picture what the field must look like. Booster parents and college alumni's donations ensured top-dollar amenities for the team that you've never seen play once. The Red Hawks have to be formidable in some capacity in order to garner such adoration from your peers and financial support from the school administration.

Jake laughed it off when you said you never went to a game before him and didn't plan on doing so even after ending up in his bed. He just went back to kissing you at the time and let it go because he knew the truth: it wasn't a part of the deal you both agreed upon.

"Yet picking him up is?" Jungwon asked one morning after you told him about taking Jake home the night prior. You lovingly told your best friend to fuck off and mind his business. The questions on his face could have easily cracked through your cool resolve, but you wouldn't let them.

All that can do that is your own nerves, psyching you out in a million ways before Jake can step away from the field and make it to your passenger side door.

Ultimately, though, finally seeing his sweat-soaked hair and cherry-red uniform hugging his body makes the fears dissipate enough for you to breathe normally again. A handful of guys walk off, but Jake and a few friends remain near the edge of the field. You can hear his laugh before he can get to your car, his conversation with his teammates turning from strategy to straight comedy, no doubt. Felix and Vernon share brotherly handshakes with him before making it to their own cars. You tell yourself not to follow them with your eyes, but they betray you the second the two men leave your peripheral vision. The girls waiting outside their vehicles are eager to greet them, sporting denim cutoffs and tank tops meant to show off their midriffs.

Subconsciously, your hand drifts to your own stomach. The skin there hasn't seen the sun in a hot minute. The last time had to be when you were too drunk to care. Now, more than clearheaded, you feel the hard truths come in like tidal waves. The outfit you could never pull off taunts you like the cars do. It's another piece of the puzzle to prove you don't fit in, not really.

The light but purposeful taps to your window pull you from the precipice of another mental spiral. You turn to find Jake fogging up the glass with his quick breaths. His megawatt smile is electric, unfurling your somber mood like a bird's wing. He may desperately need a shower and some rest, but he's never looked more radiant than with his flushed cheeks and damp curls. For how bright the moon shines outside, he's the sun incarnate.

He gets in the passenger side once he sets his equipment in your back seat. After he's settled in, his smile is back on you, warming you with silent heat.

"You smell," you say before pecking his lips. The kiss lasts for only a few seconds, but it could be a lifetime from how slow and smooth it feels, numbing your thoughts to their core like novocaine.

"Oh?" he asks when you pull away, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"You're lucky I'm into that."

He chuckles. His lips are back on yours in the next second, the sound of his laughter still rumbling on his tongue when it enters your mouth. He presses his hand to your cheek, pulling you into him. The protective taping wrapped around his hand, running from knuckles to wrist, rubs against your cheek with every move of his mouth and fingertips.

You pull away to catch your breath, dizzy from the force of him. He whispers, "Let's go home."

He says the last word reverently, like home is just the two of you and nobody else. Exactly as it should be in his eyes. You try to believe it as you start the car, his hand firm on your thigh as you begin the drive back to his studio apartment. You want to take his words to heart, the only reassurance you'd ever need to quell the fear of opulence and beauty you barely possess, but you know the facts.

It won't last, so you have to enjoy what you can while you have it. But even that seems to be the hardest feat in the universe when you're reminded of what will soon be gone.

𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ᥫ᭡

© 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙪; 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨!

[angelyuji]

You're cooking with the yan clark x reader x Yan lois... I especially like soft mommy dom lois and soft daddy dom clark though...

You're their little girl who they spoil and are so gentle with, treated as breakable as a china doll...(you're no army brat trained to fight and hardened by reporting on the front lines like lois or a super-powered alien like clark)...they'll dress you up and spoil you with everything you could want (as long as it's pg - no violent games for their precious girl), they'll make all the hard decisions for you so you never have to worry about difficult things that are too stressful for their baby girl to handle (delulu era fr), all you have to do is be good for them and they'll take care of everything...but if you're bad, then they have to "discipline" you- not physically, no, they don't want to bruise your delicate skin or hurt you- but they're are plenty of ways to teach you a lesson about obeying them without physical abuse 🤭.

And the sex..🫣 stimming and edging you until you're in tears, giving you orgasm after orgasm (clark definitely has no refractory period 😋) until you're bawling; they shush your cries and lick away your tears, their pretty little crybaby; "just one more, sweetie", they say, but they're a liar. They keep going until you pass out, only then do you get a break as they make out over your unconscious body..only to wake up to one of them eating you out. Them feeding you and keeping you hydrated are your only breaks when conscious...even though the hand feeding always turns to passing it to you with their mouths and tongue 🥵

Oops who said that 😳

- 🔷️

omg im actually frothing at the mouth rn

cw // shitty smut at the end, afab!reader, yandere/toxic behavior (manipulation), lowkey bimbofication (can't remember the exact term sorry)

18+!!!!!!!!!!!! minors dni!!!!!!!!!!!

lois and clark basically treating you like a cute little pet that they spoil.... oifhoifhsdofa ifmgfg im actually going to tweak out

constantly spoiling you with gifts, never letting you the leave the house without one/both of them, not letting you work, belitting your intelligence, and just treating you like the dumbest/cutest puppy in the whole world

it's not hard to convince you of any of that either, i mean... it's pulitzer prize winning lois lane telling you that you're too much of a dumbfuck (in nicer terms) to work at the daily planet. if she tells you that you shouldn't work a job that makes your brain work so hard, you shouldn't. and clark is there to support, nodding along like "yeah, she's right, (y/n). you shouldn't work so hard. that's why we're here." constant head pats and treating you like a child. so its not surprising that they've conditioned you into only relying on them.

iosad'ifjspfopsgm' omgggg overstimulating you is their favorite past time. bringing you to the edge and then stopping, bringing you to the edge and then stopping. lois would stop clark and they'd start making out in front of you until you're whining and begging for them to touch you and include you and then they let you cum. fsdjfaoef

lois thrusts her fingers into you at a speed that takes clark by surprise, while clark sucks and bites your breasts. you feel yourself getting closer and closer until she stops. you whine and clark follows, moving back to lois. "wait-please-" you go to grab her hand, but lois shushes you.

clark pulls her into a kiss and you watch as she grinds down on him. you feel tears prick your eyes as your two lovers continue without you. clark pulls lois closer, his lips moving down to her neck. "please, please, please" you sob and clark chuckles.

"please what, sweetheart?" clark and lois keep their eyes on you, grinning when you cry.

"i-i need you please, i'm so-" you reach out to them, begging, but they ignore you.

lois moans as she feels him rub against her, "(y/n), sweetie, you have to use your words."

"please..." the two of them stop moving, listening carefully, "please help me cum." they grin.

"oh sweetheart," clark looks at you, clear adoration in his eyes.

lois kisses you before spreading your legs to give clark space, "all you had to do was ask."

RAHHHHH I WANT THEMMMM

[haveihitanerve]

Katniss and Gale Katniss and Gale Katniss and Gale where to begin...

Let me start off by saying this- I am not a Gale supporter. But! I am not a Gale hater either. He is a completely nuanced character that has so many layers and depth and complexity and I love him as a character even though I'd never want anything to do with him.

Now- that being said, let's compare him and Peeta, and why Katniss picks Peeta but why she was also so confused picking between them:

When Katniss thinks of Gale, it is from a perfectly analytical standpoint. It's how their relationship works. They are hunters and barterers. They don't deal in feelings, they deal in what the other can give them.

Now, this isn't to say that Gale did not truly and deeply love Katniss, I don't doubt that. His feelings for her are honestly the one thing I cannot argue. He does love her. Maybe it's in the twisted way that Snow loves Lucy Gray, maybe not, but he does love her.

And Katniss loves him. She does. But she sees him as an older brother, or even a replacement father, and the only reason she considers romantic feelings for him is because he's close to her age.

When Katniss considers Gale, it's purely off of what he can provide for her. "When I'm older, I'll need to marry because I need someone who can support me, and Gale has been doing that, so he's the logical option" kind of way.

She does not, in any way, consider these points in a positive light. Oh yeah, I'll marry him, we'll hunt together, we'll stay like this together, and bada boom bada bing.

When she considers children- which she remarks strongly she does not want to have in the Districts because of the Games- she notes how they'll have Gale's eyes, but nothing about it is like "oooohh I love him, I can't wait for my kids to have his eyes😍" its more of a "well, we'll be married, and maybe we'll have kids, and those kids will have his eyes. Welp."

Everything she does with Gale is based on familiarity and friendship, not some great romance. When he kisses her and tells her he loves her, she feels disgust and pulls away. When Peeta does the same, she feels uncomfortable because she doesn't know her feelings well enough yet to reciprocate the words and that makes her uncomfortable for him.

"I knew you'd kiss me. Because I'm in pain. Don't worry, it'll pass." Honestly this was Gale redemption arc for me. He knows she doesn't love him, and he knows that she doesn't know that. So, he tests his theory, and then BAM when it's proven, he tells her, because they're friends, and then basically allows her to move on. He admits that his pain will leave and then so will she. I very much enjoyed the maturity in this scene, thank you Gale.

I can't believe I'm about to bring my fricking History class into this, but oh well here we go, ahem:

After wars, what has been documented repeatedly, is that people want to revert back to status quo, to what they know, to something familiar and steadying. Wars are a time of great upheaval and unsurety and chaos, and so once they're completed, people look back to the old ways as a guide and try to burrow back into that safety.

Gale is pre-war. Peeta is War. The Games are the War.

So, when Katniss returns from her Games, she dives into Gale. Because he is pre-war, she knows him, knows their relationship, knows who he is and what he'll do- he is comfort and family and familiar.

Peeta is new, and memories of war and he is unfamiliar terrain. So she pulls away from him and pushes back closer to Gale.

But the old ways, Historically proven, do not end up to be the good or right thing to do after war, because they were before War and before everything changed because of war.

So, while Katniss seeks out the comfort and stability of Gale at first, because he's what she knew and she desperately wants to return to the person she was before, she quickly(not quickly at all she's a lil slow but give her time she's deeply traumatized shhh) moves on to Peeta.

Peeta who is the fresh start, who is the forward moving ideals and ways and who is post-war and peace.

Gale is what Katniss knew with the Games, and he was her comfort then.

Peeta is who Katniss knows during the Games, and her comfort then. So as she transitions out of them, it's no big surprise that he is the one she seeks out and he is the one she ends up with.

Anyways this was a long rant but I have feelings and um... yeah! Hope this made sense or smth...

[cheshireliam]

"Once Again, An Evil From Which You Can't Return" Story Event: Chapter 2

Liam Evans & Harrison Gray

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This event story works in such a way that Chapter 1 is for Suitor A and Chapter 2 is for Suitor B, before splitting into two endings.

The night I went to see Liam’s play.

I couldn’t fall asleep… so I was returning to my room from the kitchen with a cup of warm milk in my hand.

On the way, I heard a voice coming from the dimly lit hallway where moonlight was streaming in.

???: Don’t let it bother you too much. 

I stood there in wonder of who the voice belonged to, and its owner emerged from the shadows. 

(Harrison…) 

Kate: You could tell? 

Harrison: Yeah. You can’t lie to save your life. You’re probably the furthest thing from a real liar I’ve ever met. 

Kate: A-am I that easy to read?

Harrison: About time you realised that yourself. 

He narrowed his eyes like a sly fox from a fairytale story. 

I had no recollection of what kind of conversations I had with them before I lost my memories, or whether we went on missions together. But…

(For him to be concerned about me… Harrison must be a kind person.) 

Kate: You’re right, Harrison… the matter has been weighing  on my mind. 

Kate: Ever since losing my memories, it's like there’s been something lingering deep in my chest… 

Kate: Everyone is telling me how I used to be, what I used to do, but… none of it feels real, and that scares me. 

All the emotions I had been keeping bottled up poured out at once, and Harrison spoke gently in response. 

Harrison: Then why not… treat it like a mystery to solve and have fun with it?

Kate: Treat it like a mystery and have fun with it…?

Harrison: Yeah. Right now, there’s endless possibilities laid out in front of you, the future is wide open. 

Harrison: There’s a possibility you had every member of Crown wrapped around your little finger, or maybe you were their top detective, solving even the toughest cases left and right. 

Kate: Fufu, what even is that… 

Harrison’s absurd suggestions caught me off guard, but they did melt the tension away and make me laugh. 

Harrison: Or maybe, for example—

Harrison: —... Kate. I’m your lover. 

Kate: … 

The tender, aching tone of his words resonated in my ears. When I looked up, I saw Harrison grinning in contrast to the seriousness I heard in his voice.

Harrison: Just kidding… Was that a lie? Or the truth? 

Kate: … Are you saying that’s one of the possibilities too? 

Harrison: Exactly. Did you fall for it? 

Kate: … I did. Your facial expression was so serious, I almost believed you…

Harrison: In any case, regardless of whether what I said was true… you really should try taking things a little easier. 

Kate: Yeah… you’re right. Thank you, Harrison. I think I’ll try moving on and working towards getting my memories back with a more positive mindset. 

Harrison: That’s the spirit. … And if you’d like, I could even help you out. 

Kate: Really? In that case, I’d love that…! 

…

The next day, he really did agree to go outside with me.

He said he’d take me to places I’d been to before, and the first location was—

… 

Kate: That's a lot of books…

Harrison: This is where you chased me down, saying you wanted to know more about my curse. 

Kate: So that happened… 

Harrison: Now, was that a lie or the truth? 

Kate: Geez, there’s no way I’d know that without my memories, okay? 

Harrison: Looks like nothing’s clicking yet. Guess we’re off to the next location. 

…

The next place he took me to was a café filled with the sweet aroma of baked treats.

Kate: Mmm… it melts in my mouth. I’ve never had ricotta pancakes this fluffy before! 

Harrison: Second time you’ve had them.

Kate: Huh?

Harrison: Was that a lie, or the truth?

Kate: This taste… 

Kate: Even if it’s my second time having this, there’s no doubt these pancakes would impress me just as much as the first. 

Harrison: No one asked for a review, gourmand. 

…

And then, when it was almost sunset, we arrived at—

Harrison: Remember this place? 

Leadenhall Market — an indoors market lined with restaurants, cafés, butchers, and bookstores. 

(But anyone who lives in London would know this place.)

Kate: … Did we come here together before? 

Harrison: Yeah, we went to that bookstore over there for research.

Kate: Research? 

Harrison: I work as a proofreader for a living. 

As I scanned the storefronts, hoping to trigger any of my lost memories, I spotted a book cart with wheels set out near the entrance… 

When I approached and started browsing the books on display, Harrison suddenly widened his eyes in surprise. 

Harrison: This is the one! This is the reference I’ve been looking for. I can’t believe I’d find it now of all times. 

He picked up the book and eagerly started flipping through the pages. 

(I’ve never seen Harrison like this before…)

His mint-coloured eyes were clear and sparkling like the sky after the rain. 

In that moment, I felt like that was the most genuine version of him I’d ever seen, without all the lies and pretense. 

Harrison: What are you staring at?

Kate: Just happy to learn you love books. Ah, and please don’t say that line about whether I think it's a lie or truth. 

Kate: It’s written all over your face. You LOVE books. 

Harrison: … 

Harrison’s expression twisted.

And then his eyes lowered, his bangs casting a shadow over his face. 

Kate: Harrison? 

Harrison: … Sun’s going down, it's about time we head back. 

…

He purchased the reference book from the shop and we retraced our journey back to Crown’s castle. 

(Harrison showed me to all those places, yet I couldn't recall a single thing in the end. And…) 

The image of Harrison’s expression twisting ever so slightly lingered in my mind. 

(He said it was only a possibility when he claimed to be my lover earlier… but was it truly only that?) 

As we walked side by side, Harrison reached into his coat to tuck the book away—

Harrison: … Ah. 

With a light metallic clink, something fell from his chest pocket.

It was a small tin of candy. 

Harrison: Here, catch.

He tossed it through the air, and a mint-coloured candy landed in my outstretched palm. 

Kate: Thank you.

I popped it into my mouth, and a refreshing sensation spread immediately. 

Harrison: … Mint is my favourite flavour out of all the candy in the tin. 

Harrison: Was that a lie, or the truth?

He repeated the phrase he’d used countless times that day.

Harrison: … This is the last time I’m asking. 

Although that last line was said in a murmur, his eyes were gazing directly into mine, with an unwavering look of longing. 

[ryuto12-gaming]

I love how this game does perspective so beautifully, every character sees each other differently.

Maelle/Alicia? Gustav sees his younger sister who he took a fatherly role for. The girl he became guardian for and had responsibility for turn into pride and joy for her. He is protective of all of them, but it’s Maelle for which he immediately breaks his personal belief of one person never being more than the mission.

Lune sees another member of Expedition 33. She skips the treating Maelle like a teenager parts, sees her as just as competent and intelligent as the others despite her age because they both took the same oath. Though this also has to do with Lune’s sole focus, her Paintress research she was doing when she was even younger then Maelle, and Lune’s curiosity and need for answers overpowering the urge to comfort during the moments Maelle might need it.

Sciel does the opposite, being very maternal with Maelle right off the bat, offering support in both grief and offering combat advice. She’s comforting when Maelle has a breakdown, visions of Renoir, gently ushers her forward in hard scenes. Sciel speaks for herself right before the Paintress fight while talking to Aline, “and she reminds you of her, the daughter you lost”. Maelle is for her a young girl first and an Expeditioner second.

Verso can’t fully separate her from Maelle, his Alicia, and the real Alicia, the three women a little jumbled at times. When she’s in danger, he calls her Alicia because she looks just like his sister. When she’s giving him her Expedition armband that’s definitely Maelle, daughter of Lumiere. But the girl who without letting him say goodbye unpaints his sister is definitely Alicia, the Paintress.

Aline sees her every error. She paints her in monotone colors, her hair is different, a mask that hides her scars, the very scars Aline can’t stand to look at because it brings her right back to the fire. She lets her keep one piece of color, the blue eye all her children share with Renoir. I’m under the theory it’s also why all the Painted copies have white hair, because Aline didn’t like seeing her own red reflected in Alicia.

Renoir sees his little girl, his joy and hope. He paints her Axon reaching for the stars, wanting her to fly, but Alicia gets terrible vertigo. When Maelle objects to leaving and destroying the Canvas, he reflects on his own old addiction to their power, to a Canvas he never wanted to leave as Aline does now. His own blue eyes stare back at him, entrenched in the life she has in the Canvas. He sees himself and Aline, and all his hopes and dreams for her.

Perspective and personal bias can greatly change how different people see someone and is it obvious I love this game for all its different well done facets

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, June 8, 2025

My posts

Seasonal reblog: a post about Donna Summer and Disco Demolition Night.

I seem to have crashed a bit and taken a week I couldn't really spare to rest a little (while still going to physical therapy three times). This compilation of Maria getting in my way for five and half minutes shows a bit of the next SH2 commentary, but that's about as far as I've gotten. 

I am now developing quite a little Steam library of deep-discount games I have no time to play, as is traditional. This week I learned that the Epic platform is a thing, and also that it has Alan Wake 2 as an exclusive, or else I would own the latter by now. The rest of Alan Wake, I got for $5. When will I play all these games? Nobody knows, including my physical therapist who wants me to get up and stretch every fifteen minutes. 

Meanwhile, Ian's band has a new YouTube channel; he talks about a special song here. He doesn't know when I have time to play these games either; he's the one who got me to buy Silent Hill 4 off GOG.com. 

Reblogs of interest

Remembering Marsha P. Johnson, Stonewall, and her activism (I hadn't seen the Pay It No Mind arch before; it's beautiful).

Remembering muppeteer Richard Hunt ("he originated the characters of Scooter, Beaker, Statler, Sweetums, and Wayne, but also became the primary performer of Janice and is responsible for the flower child personality she is now known for"), a joyous performer lost to AIDS in 1992. 

Sir Ian McKellen on the trans community: "The connection between us all is we come under the queer umbrella – we are queer. [...] The problems that transgender people have with the law are not dissimilar from what used to be the case for us, so I think we should all be allies really."

Writings on what queer masculinity can be

Aro Books For Pride

Community support isn't rainbow capitalism

Disability aids from Active Hands (here's the website; I haven't tried their products, but the posters are very happy with them)

A tale of two Mondays: sweet and beautiful and weary of life at age 0.

(Not What I'm Called: Manul Edition)

"Builder.AI just declared bankruptcy after admitting that they were faking their AI tool with 700 humans"

CatGPT is just as reliable.

Xuanji Tu, the Chinese poem that can be read 8,000 ways

"sometimes you just want to look at the qing dynasty jadeite cabbage again"

Poll: Which setting is sexier, lighthouse or clock tower?

Tallulah Bankhead: blonde and ambisextrous

Beautifully colored dice, and also, it's a painting

Always reblog the sunwoof

Out-of-focus summer fun

Perfectly synchronized with mama (I realized that "let's eat shit with mama" isn't something you say out of context)

Two very different artistic kinds of bats

The majestic Steller's jay (not sarcasm)

I should not exclude the Swedish blue tit

Pride for one thousand years

Video

New gameplay trailer for Silent Hill f; it looks hard as fuck and twice as scary. I watched it again and said, ".....I bet I could do that," which is how we know that gaming has fully eaten my brain.

Happy Los Jibbities!

I don't know why this made me laugh so hard, but it IS very ewok-coded, yes

Puzzle the tree kangaroo loves cauliflower. Our lives are so rich

Now, this starts off as a discussion of sign language in a production of Hamilton, but ends up as a master class on translating "Not Like Us" to ASL

The sacred texts

"MY NAME, IS FRICKIN MOON MOON"

Personal tag of the week

Let's say House of Leaves, because I never get tired of house jokes.

[krazieka2]

Fe3h did not have a beauty pageant sequence, but if it did I'm 99% sure this is how it would go

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[sieglinde-freud]

its taking all of my restraint to not just post the whole fucking conversation but they really are so dear to me. this whole scene is soooooo… like for inigo its everything he definitely needed to hear but never got to and for chrom its just kind of that full circle moment of making peace not only with his son but also his own self as someone who is slowly coming to terms with his weaknesses as a ruler (like his anger and his brashness—which inigo also has!) and how he projected his feelings of inadequacy onto inigo and is slowly making up for that. GOD. chrom inigo father son bonding hours. IM EMO

[spacedlexi]

maybe if i just put these screenshots together youll understand why i think their relationship just Works so well as it pertains to the characters and themes of S4 in general

neither of them know what theyre doing, but theyre figuring it out Together. the old ways are dead. and together theyll build a new future thats worth fighting for

[hapigairu]

Some Cyril appreciation featuring his mom:

[punch-love]

love reading about other people's thoughts on dragon age 2 because I personally cannot fathom siding with the templers and/or thinking anders actions are terrorism and I also don't have an issue with blood magic so it's wild seeing people with such resolute opposite opinions unable to fathom someone thinking like me

[diabolocracy]

Evangelicalism — a modern Christian heresy My Personal Jesus: The Evangelical Heresy Survey Reveals a Whole Lot of Heresy in Evangelicalism

Is it any wonder, then, that USAmerica has gone to shit when these are the people infesting their politics, voting, and bribing their politicians?

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Him again (Wendy Carter)