#this post is so unbelievably important thank you so much for making it

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Also just chiming as a cast member, trans healthcare is ALSO covered in our benefits, including all gender affirming care, HRT, surgery, etc. which may I remind you, is extremely important here in Florida where the government is trying its best to eradicate trans people completely.

Disney is literally the reason why i moved to Florida from a more liberal state and the reason why I stay here, they offer me job security and benefits that are miles better than I’ve found anywhere else

So I’ve been enjoying the Disney vs. DeSantis memes as much as anyone, but like. I do feel like a lot of people who had normal childhoods are missing some context to all this.

I was raised in the Bible Belt in a fairly fundie environment. My parents were reasonably cool about some things, compared to the rest of my family, but they certainly had their issues. But they did let me watch Disney movies, which turned out to be a point of major contention between them and my other relatives.

See, I think some people think this weird fight between Disney and fundies is new. It is very not new. I know that Disney’s attempts at inclusion in their media have been the source of a lot of mockery, but what a lot of people don’t understand is that as far as actual company policy goes, Disney has actually been an industry leader for queer rights. They’ve had policies assuring equal healthcare and partner benefits for queer employees since the early 90s.

I’m not sure how many people reading this right now remember the early 90s, but that was very much not industry standard. It was a big deal when Disney announced that non-married queer partners would be getting the same benefits as the married heterosexual ones.

Like — it went further than just saying that any unmarried partners would be eligible for spousal benefits. It straight-up said that non-same-sex partners would still need to be married to receive spousal benefits, but because same-sex partners couldn’t do that, proof that they lived together as an established couple would be enough.

In other words, it put long-term same-sex partners on a higher level than opposite-sex partners who just weren’t married yet. It put them on the exact same level as heterosexual married partners.

They weren’t the first company ever to do this, but they were super early. And they were certainly the first mainstream “family-friendly” company to do it.

Conservatives lost their damn minds.

Protests, boycotts, sermons, the whole nine yards. I can’t tell you how many books about the evils of Disney my grandmother tried to get my parents to read when I was a kid.

When we later moved to Florida, I realized just how many queer people work at Disney — because historically speaking, it’s been a company that has guaranteed them safety, non-discrimination, and equal rights. That’s when I became aware of their unofficial “Gay Days” and how Christians would show up from all over the country to protest them every year. Apparently my grandmother had been upset about these days for years, but my parents had just kind of ignored her.

Out of curiosity, I ended up reading one of the books my grandmother kept leaving at our house. And friends — it’s amazing how similar that (terrible, poorly written) rhetoric was to what people are saying these days. Disney hires gay pedophiles who want to abuse your children. Disney is trying to normalize Satanism in our beautiful, Christian America. 

Just tons of conspiracy theories in there that ranged from “a few bad things happened that weren’t actually Disney’s fault, but they did happen” to “Pocahontas is an evil movie, not because it distorts history and misrepresents indigenous life, but because it might teach children respect for nature. Which, as we all know, would cause them all to become Wiccans who believe in climate change.”

Like — please, take it from someone who knows. This weird fight between fundies and Disney is not new. This is not Disney’s first (gay) rodeo. These people have always believed that Disney is full of evil gays who are trying to groom and sexually abuse children.

The main difference now is that these beliefs are becoming mainstream. It’s not just conservative pastors who are talking about this. It’s not just church groups showing up to boycott Gay Day. Disney is starting to (reluctantly) say the quiet part out loud, and so are the Republicans. Disney is publicly supporting queer rights and announcing company-supported queer events and the Republican Party is publicly calling them pedophiles and enacting politically driven revenge.

This is important, because while this fight has always been important in the history of queer rights, it is now being magnified. The precedent that a fight like this could set is staggering. For better or for worse, we live in a corporation-driven country. I don’t like it any more than you do, and I’m not about to defend most of Disney’s business practices. But we do live in a nation where rights are largely tied to corporate approval, and the fact that we might be entering an age where even the most powerful corporations in the country are being banned from speaking out in favor of rights for marginalized people… that’s genuinely scary.

Like… I’ll just ask you this. Where do you think we’d be now, in 2023, if Disney had been prevented from promising its employees equal benefits in 1994? That was almost thirty years ago, and look how far things have come. When I looked up news articles for this post from that era, even then journalists, activists, and fundie church leaders were all talking about how a company of Disney’s prominence throwing their weight behind this movement could lead to the normalization of equal protections in this country.

The idea of it scared and thrilled people in equal parts even then. It still scares and thrills them now.

I keep seeing people say “I need them both to lose!” and I get it, I do. Disney has for sure done a lot of shit over the years. But I am begging you as a queer exvangelical to understand that no. You need Disney to win. You need Disney to wipe the fucking floor with these people.

Right now, this isn’t just a fight between a giant corporation and Ron DeSantis. This is a fight about the right of corporations to support marginalized groups. It’s a fight that ensures that companies like Disney still can offer benefits that a discriminatory government does not provide. It ensures that businesses much smaller than Disney can support activism.

Hell, it ensures that you can support activism.

The fight between weird Christian conspiracy theorists and Disney is not new, because the fight to prevent any tiny victory for marginalized groups is not new. The fight against the normalization of othered groups is not new.

That’s what they’re most afraid of. That each incremental victory will start to make marginalized groups feel safer, that each incremental victory will start to turn the tide of public opinion, that each incremental victory will eventually lead to sweeping law reform.

They’re afraid that they won’t be able to legally discriminate against us anymore.

So guys! Please. This fight, while hilarious, is also so fucking important. I am begging you to understand how old this fight is. These people always play the long game. They did it with Roe and they’re doing it with Disney.

We have! To keep! Pushing back!

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coincidence! (2)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader. content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, we're still on the safe zone, angst if you squint, just silly writing! a/n. hi guys! finally second chapter is out! im blown away with your response!! thank u so much from the bottom of my heart! i loooooved reading your comments <33 pls remember updates are weekly or biweekly! and if you want to be tagged pls say so in the comments! see you next week ;)

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“This is unbelievable! We're going to be rich!!!” 

“What makes you think my sister is going to give you any of that money?” 

“I created that Instagram account that was tagged in Kim Taehyung's damn story, I deserve a raise!” 

“What makes you drones think my daughter is going to give you any of that money?”

“None of you are going to get anything out of that act of feigned innocence. Honey, are you all right?”

It seemed like a light had gone on in the room, four pairs of eyes landing on your still pale, surprised face. The night had been heavy after Yuna's call and you'd had so little sleep that you didn't know how you were functioning at the moment. Maybe that was the thing: you weren't functioning at all.

When you woke up, you thought it had all been a bad dream and that definitely the first exposure you'd had to the guys in years hadn't been because Taehyung came across your books at a convention you decided not to go to and uploaded them to his Instagram account with over eighty million followers. It was impossible, wasn't it? Too crazy. 

Maybe not as crazy as waking up to your parents banging on your bedroom door saying that over a hundred thousand orders had been placed overnight and they didn't have enough book production for that much demand. 

Be that as it may, Yuna and your mother took care of the communications on the account. You went from having twenty followers (including your family and friends —your father had created an account exclusively for that and only followed you—), to almost sixty thousand in at least twelve hours. The posts you had worked so hard to create and put together were finally getting the attention they deserved, but it had all happened so fast and suddenly that it was too strong to process calmly. 

Weighing which was stronger, whether Taehyung's acknowledgment of your existence after so many years of zero contact or that your book sales shot up so immeasurably that they couldn't even keep up with demand, even if a month went by, didn't make things any easier. 

“She's obviously still in shock,” Yuna replied to your mother at your lack of response from the living room, right across the dining room where you had been sitting since you had come down from your room. Your breakfast was still untouched on the table, but that seemed to be the least important thing in the room with all the more important news. 

“Have the printers answered yet?” your brother's voice through the speaker of your father's phone rang as you blinked, reality settling too slowly on your shoulders. You didn't even want to think about what it meant that Taehyung had done that. Maybe it was simply an altruistic act, wasn't it? Maybe he felt guilt and wanted to ameliorate it somehow. What better way than to do an act of charity?

“I'm on it,” your father was sitting across from you in the dining room, his laptop on the glass of the table as he moved his hands over the keyboard and stared through his glasses at the full tip of his nose. From the way his eyes narrowed, your mother snorted. 

“Why don't you get those glasses adjusted if you know you don't see well up close, let alone on electronic devices?” the woman reached over, dragging your father's glasses until they were almost glued to his eyebrows. Your father barely gave her a goofy grin as your mother started shaking her hands. “You better move. I'll do it. You write too slow; you're getting on our son's nerves.” 

“Nah, I'm fine. I don't know if y/n is tho.” 

Silence returned and you growled internally. Well, that was enough conjecture and assumptions without any information to substantiate them, it was time to get down to business. 

 “Do you think we should take over this business now?” Yuna completely ignored your stretch and you sent her a confused look. 

Your brother exclaimed from the phone in agreement. “I call dibs on the treasury!” 

“There's no way you can keep the accounts right! You're studying law.” 

“Seojun is good at numbers, Yuna.” 

 “Ha, with all due respect Mrs. I/n, he must only be good at counting sheep.”

 “Hey,” you tried to get attention, getting up from the chair. 

 “y/n, don't talk, you're still in shock. Can you believe he once called me from the supermarket to ask if he got his change right? He didn't even move from the checkout counter. There were people booing him.” 

 “Ow, my poor baby.” 

 “I told you not to say that to anyone!” 

 “I can't keep quiet if they're speaking lies about you!” 

 “This wasn't lies! This is about my pride!” 

 “Nonsense. I'll handle the treasury. I double majored in finance and international relations for a reason.” 

 “You can't run anything without starting bossing everyone around!” 

 “It's not my fault you're a good-for-nothing!” 

 God. It was going to be a long day. 

- 

Sorting out the whole printing issue and the number of orders was difficult, but with a couple of stories, interactions with new followers and express delivery of the few copies you'd already had at home for months, the waters calmed down a bit. Now, in the stifling silence of your room, you wanted to run. 

 “Are you going to stare at the ceiling all night?” 

 “Maybe.” 

Yuna watched you from the bed while all you could do was stare as notifications continued to pop up on your Instagram account and your mail because the requests simply wouldn't stop, even though you had made a thousand clarifications to all the new followers. You were trying to focus on the bright side of things, regardless of whatever reasons there may have been for everything to have happened that way, but with your friend's incessant gaze lying on your bed it made it a little difficult. You knew she wanted to pierce your skull from curiosity, but you wouldn't know how you would answer her questions. 

 “Is there anything you'd like to share with the class?” 

 The tension had become a little more latent during the last few minutes, when Yuna saw a specific notification on the account. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin had followed you. To describe your look of shock might be an understatement, and all you did for the next half hour was run across the room and throughout the house vociferating that you were living a nightmare. 

 Yuna has known all along that you had never been a fan of the siamese or their clan of friends, but she never knew why exactly. You had to tell her that you weren't interested in fashion, that you didn't like the kind of music Jungkook made, that hip-hop was never your thing, that you weren't interested in dilfs and you weren't interested in dance either. You had to tell her that all the things you once did with them didn't matter to you because it was painful, even if it was hard to accept.

 You couldn't remember the times you would go shopping at the small mall in town to buy the trending clothes to put together different outfits with Taehyung and Jimin, then go try them all on at your house and invite the others and even your parents to do an impromptu runway show. You couldn't remember how the genre of music that Jungkook and you listened to all the time on his iPod and your MP3 player was the same one that his entire music career focuses on. You couldn't remember the nights when Yoongi would share his writings with you and you would help him compose a song or two on the piano when he felt brave enough. Or the times when you would accompany Hoseok to his workouts and then watch him create dance routines to his favorite songs while Jungkook sang in the background. You also didn't want to remember the times when Namjoon and Seokjin would sponsor their trips and give everyone gifts without expecting anything in return. 

You couldn't remember those things. It was too much to bear for such a weak heart. 

“What do you want to know?” you sighed, your body sliding on the chair as the notifications grew. 

“How did all this happen?” 

“Why do you think I have an answer for that?” 

Yuna clicked her tongue, sitting on the bed with the cell phone still in her hands, still staring at the notification that snapped her out of her sanity. 

“It's just… this is all unbelievable, magnificent and unreal. But how come you're not so excited about what happened?” Yuna slid across the sheets, to be right in front of you, but you refused to look away from the computer. Every time you thought you had overcome and grown around everything that happened so many years ago, something would pop up to remind you that you still had a long way to go. Maybe the nostalgia was strong, but so was the anger. “Regardless of how things turned out, because I know you're not as big a fan as me, this opens a million doors for you and I don't know why you're not celebrating it like we are.” 

 “It's…complicated.” 

 “I don't think so. Tell me.” 

Yuna was unstoppable when she wanted to get answers out, but besides the obvious, of course there was something else that bothered you and kept you from enjoying this boom so much. 

 “It's just that all of this doesn't feel like it was a product of my effort,” you began, letting your gaze wander over the desk. The copies of your books you kept for yourself, the first ones you'd ever printed several years ago, lay there, as tattered as your failed accomplishment. “It doesn't feel like an achievement that my work had exploded thanks to a celebrity whose fans would buy even the toilet paper he uses. A lot of those people won't even read the book. They will just buy it and take a picture of it to say that they have the same book that the great Kim Taehyung read. Many of those books will never have a life, they will just be dust collectors and be reminders that all this did not happen because of my effort.” 

“What the fuck are you blabbering about? Of course it's the fruit of your effort! Of course you deserve it!” Yuna got up from the bed and moved the chair around the back to leave you in front of her disgruntled and almost offended face. You could see the words drawn in her face. “You worked so many years to pull this off and after so many bumps you finally can! You deserve to have what you wanted so badly. This recognition will last just the same because many other people will read them and love them and they may not be many, but you will form a solid foundation as time goes on with people who will be truly unconditional and supportive and that will grow over time. Don't look at this so negatively, maybe you skipped a couple of steps, but you had every right to. It was what you deserved after all the effort and dedication you put into this project for so many years.” 

 Yuna didn't hesitate for a second. Her very serious expression sent a shiver down your spine and you could tell from her furrowed brow that she really was angry at your perception. Perhaps she was right, but without knowing the full background of this specific situation, you were only left to shake your head in assent and send her a grateful smile. 

“I guess you're right,” you lifted a shoulder, turning your gaze back to your mail notifications.

“Of course I am!” the smile returned to her face and it didn't take long for her to look back down at her phone with sparkling eyes. “Now that we got the emotional charge out of the way, would you mind telling me how you know Taehyung?” 

Your breathing stopped for a second and you cursed yourself because it sounded too loud as you almost choked on your own saliva. 

“Oh?” 

Play fucking dumb. 

“What, did you think I wasn't going to notice? He wrote it crystal clear.” 

Yuna wasn't even looking at you, too focused on running her finger over the row of notifications. Her nonchalant demeanor only caused you to panic more. It was as if she had caught you red-handed. 

One of the best writers I've ever met in my life, damn you Kim Taehyung. 

“Ah… I didn't… I didn't really know him so let's just say…”

“He couldn't have said that for nothing, don't you think? No celebrity would do that unless it was a person they hold in deep regard.” 

Yuna had just caught you totally off guard. Maybe you should've focused a lot more on what Taehyung had written before you blocked his user from your personal account and threw the phone in the bottom of your drawer the night before and tried hard not to think about the rest for the rest of the night and all that day. 

“It's just that… uhm… we studied at the same school. But for a short time actually. I don't even remember it well actually, ha, ha.” 

Your laugh came out too constrained under your friend's narrow-eyed stare. You knew you'd have a hard time convincing her because you were a lousy liar. 

“You know, it always struck me as odd that you weren't a fan. Taehyung and Jimin are like the two extremes of your ideal type.” 

“Whaaaat?”

“And Jungkook's music is literally the kind of music you listen to, you just don't listen to his. All the other artists in the same genre you do listen to.”

“That has nothing to do with…” 

“And even your parents don't claim to know Kim Seokjin when your mother was literally a nurse. She probably worked with him.” 

“What does that have to do…?”  

“And your brother is a hip-hop fan. How come he doesn't listen to Agust D? He's the best rapper of the last few decades and he's been trending for a long time.” 

“…” 

At what fucking moment? 

“And all of them, plus Hobi and Namjoon, they all went to the same school. They're all friends. And you say you went to school with Taehyung?” 

“Ahm… well, yes, but it's not like I would have met the others.” 

Yuna looked at you, really looked you straight in the eyes as if that way she could tell what it was you were hiding or as if that solved all her guesses. It was impossible for her not to figure it out if she had already tied up all the damn loose ends. 

Since the boys had left one by one, clearly your family was the first to realize how much their departures had affected you. In the beginning there was communication and all, but when Jungkook was the last to leave you lost any kind of link with them completely. You never knew exactly what happened because no matter how hard you tried to contact them you couldn't, not even your parents could talk to the boys' parents. Perhaps they had simply grown up, matured, completely forgetting about their ordinary life in that town. 

They seemed to have disappeared from the planet. 

Until your family moved to the capital. Jungkook was just starting out as an idol, but he had an amazing debut. He had captivated the entire audience and was too successful almost from the second one. It was a torment to watch them grow professionally little by little because, although you were happy for their achievements and all, you couldn't forget that they had basically abandoned you. And your parents and Seojun had noticed. They had noticed how much seeing them all over the place was bumming you out, so unreachable when at one point they were all in your living room eating your mother's delicious kimchi and listening to your father's anecdotes. Everyone was affected by their departures, but clearly no one as much as you. 

That's why, of course, your parents and brother had made a silent vow to keep all media about the boys away from you, because they didn't even talk about it by accident in the house, at least not when you were present. 

“It must be a huge coincidence…” Yuna continued and only at that moment did you realize how much you got into your head. Your vision slightly blurred. “I shouldn't accuse you of anything for things like that, should I? What nonsense.” 

You were probably as white as a sheet of paper. 

“Yeah, it would be too weird… ha, ha.” 

God, you had to stop letting out those giggles when you were nervous. 

“Anyway, should we order fried chicken for dinner?” 

“I think I heard mom say she was going to make japchae.” 

“Ohhhhhh, Mrs. l/n's japchae is delicious!” 

You let out a laugh watching your friend spring up from the bed and head for the door. She stopped halfway out and pointed her index finger at you. 

“Don't tell my mom I said that.” 

You made a gesture to zipper your mouth shut and Yuna finally left. 

The previous conversation had been so tense that you already felt tired and ready to sleep at seven o'clock at night. Really the whole day had been so heavy for everyone that you didn't know how the lights in the house were still on. For now, you couldn't do anything else, even if orders continued to come in, now everything depended on the printer and how fast the books would come out, so you would have to wait. 

Maybe you should rest. You had asked your boss for the day off, but tomorrow you would have to continue working hard. Regardless of the incredible growth you'd had, you couldn't let your work go to waste. 

Tomorrow would be a new day. A quieter one, preferably. 

-

a/n: i'll try to have ready part 3 for next week! see you on june 13 at 11:59 pm - GMT5 time!

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MV1 | Songs of a Healing Heart | smau

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an: very sorry that it took like close to 3 months for me to finally do this, just got a bit busy with school and internships and life tbh, but i think i might be back soon to a more often posting schedule. hopefully. very sorry this is so late compared to the other part. more to come! like before, don't mind the time stamps too much, they're not important, unless stated otherwise. fc: sabrina carpenter pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader warnings: swearing inspired by: i can do it with a broken heart - taylor swift

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liked by maxverstappen1, redbullracing & 2.621.294 others yourusername it's good to see you back where you belong

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maxverstappen1 trying to rub salt in the wound? i didn't win the main race🙁

yourusername but you beat lando🎉 landonorris ???

user1 shes been posting max a lot lately???

user2 and? they're friends??

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liked by yourusername, landonorris & 1.482.294 others maxverstappen1 unfortunately, we could not go out for qualifying today 🌧 thank you all for sticking with us 🙏 the positive takeaway is our good pace in the sprint. bring on sunday 💪

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user4 P17 to P1 with almost 20 second lead? max verstappen YOU ARE THE MAN!!!

user5 and no drs either user6 and fastest lap for every lap until the end? he was HUNGRY user4 real, how many times did he do it in a row? like 17 times?

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user6 i’m guessing yn. they were both hinting at her owing max something after his win, could be a date?

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[konpeitonom]

Hiii!! I've been loving all your MW hcs and I was wondering if I could get some SFW/NSFW hcs for a throuple relationship between a fem reader, Curly, and Jimmy? Thank you!!

throuple with jimmy and grant curly.

sfw/nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader — cw for jimmy overall lol, he’s kinda gay here and so is curly. jim curly my beloved. they are not dating, just you dating them. minors do not read nsfw section thank you..

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; this was a bittt difficult to write for i won’t lie. jimmy is just too jealous/selfish of a character to make anything like that work! but i tried my best.. i really like the smut here!!

SFW

— i’m not going to question how this came to be. i can only guess curly and jimmy had some sort of compromise. whatever happened it’s all in the past and you’re all together like this!

— i think if you cracked any sort of joke that curly and jimmy are dating as well, jimmy would genuinely be so hurt. this is my post so i can proudly say that man is so deep into the closet. but whatever! this is an x reader.. curly would just laugh and be like ‘haha yeah’

— i think they are the perfect balance! curly can sometimes be overbearing in his love. he’s just so sweet. and jimmy. uhm. you know. you’d be lucky to get a genuine hug from this guy.

— if you guys are all hanging out together, jimmys jealousy is really evident. but for your sake and his ‘best friends’ sake, he tries to only subtly show it. even if all three of you know..

— jimmy would just stare as you two show your sickly sweet affection for one another. he’d step in, hands suddenly on your waist as he attempts a pleasant conversation with curly..

— i can only imagine the conversations they’d have about you, when you’re not in the room.. curly is the type of absolutely gush over his partner, and with jimmy dating you also it makes for a perfect situation!

— jimmy says he’s sick of it, but he doesn’t mind.

— dating the same girl would change their dynamic just a little, but at the end of the day they are still best friends. jimmy is still a very important person in curlys life, so he’ll try to keep the peace.

NSFW

minors do not read

— with sex, you usually have them one on one. because jimmy can sometimes just be so mean to curly, and you deserve to have a special moment with curly too! with both of them, actually.

— jimmy likes to go all out when it’s just you two. no stupid curly to try and mediate. leaves him bruises to look at, like between your thighs. a reminder than you’re his too.

— curly would gently kiss the bruises jimmy had given you. he’d ask if he was gentle enough, that if he had hurt you. because he knows jimmy is capable of that.

— on the rare occasion that you do fuck together, it really is like having the best of both worlds! jimmys more harsh nature goes well with curly who’s all about just pleasing you.

— jimmy bosses the fuck out of curly. like, ‘you do this, go do that’ ..

— jimmys personal favorite position is you in his lap, his dick shoved up your ass, as curly is stuffed into your cunt.. curly doesn’t mind it, as long as he can see your face clearly. jimmy is usually biting at your shoulders and neck..

— curly is also right by your ears, so he’d ask several times if this was all okay. if jimmy was too much, and if he should step in or call for a break/to slow down.

— jimmy would also like having his dick sucked as curly fucks you. it’s a sight to see, really. he feels most in control, because curlys movements choke you out a bit.

— he’d yell at curly to pick up his pace. how could he expect to please a woman when he’s going so fucking slow?

— once, he had came all over your pretty face, his cum leaking a bit out your lips. curly then reached over and placed his hand on your chin, kissing you. seeing his cum on you and curlys lips made him so unbelievably horny. dear god

— that’s kind of his go to thought when jerking off. he’s hoping you’ll recommend the two fuck as you watch one day. his cum on curly, in curly? yeah. yeah. he’s not gay though he’s just doing it for his girlfriend.

[m-jelly]

Hello Jelly! I hope your days are going good, happy late new year! If your requests are open and you're willing to write it, I have one. A Levi x reader who's a Selkie (A woman who can change between a seal and human by taking on/off her seal skin) where reader meets Levi in the corps. She was trying to bargain for her skin back from someone (who was trying to get married to reader by hiding her skin) and Levi steps in. They form a friendship, eventually fall for one another, and they get married. But what happens after she gets her skin back is up to you, feel free to ignore though.

What makes you whole.

Levi x selkie fem reader

Canon world, post-war Levi, married couple, emotional, slight angst, romance.

After settling down after the war ended Levi manages to track down your lost skin stolen from you. Conflicted by his feelings and what to do, he finally decides it's best to hand it back over to you and accept whatever you choose to do.

When he gazed at your skin, it was hard to know how to feel. It brought him joy knowing that the very thing that brought you together was right in front of him. It was so beautiful too, which was so typical of you to be incredibly beautiful because you always were.

Levi remembered when he first met you almost falling apart as you pleaded with a man for your selkie skin back, but he would only gift it if you married him. He saved you and discovered the man never had your skin. That meeting started everything, your romance and life grew from then on.

The love Levi had for you was deep and strong, so knowing he could possibly lose you by handing over this skin hurt his heart. Honesty was important between you and him, you'd tell him everything and he would you. Having this skin and not telling you would be a horrible sin.

He collected the skin wrapped it up and placed it in his bag. He grabbed the walking stick you gifted him and made his way home. Each step towards your home on the beach he felt a sinking feeling in his heart. You were a divine creature of the ocean, surely you'd leave him to go home.

He stopped when he came to the house and saw you outside hanging the washing. The bag he was holding felt unbelievably heavy. He released it causing it to thud against the floor. A sob of despair escaped him causing you to look over.

Hearing you run over and calling out his name only broke him more. Would this be the last time you'd run to him? Would this be the last time you held him? Was this the end of his happy life and love?

You cradled Levi's perfect face in your hands. "Darling, talk to me. What's wrong? Levi, please."

He shook a little unable to string a sentence together, so he simply said. "Bag."

"Bag?" Confusion was etched on your face. "What do you mean?"

He persisted and pointed. "Bag."

Piecing things together a little, you crouched down and opened the bag. Your hands stilled when you recognised what your husband had brought to you, your skin was back. "Levi, I..." You cast your gaze up to your husband who was breaking. "Thank you for finding it."

His legs gave in making him slip to the floor, but you caught him and cradled him in your loving arms. He sobbed your name. "I will miss you."

You frowned at his words. "Miss me? Am I going somewhere?"

He clung to you. "The ocean. It's you're home. You can go home now."

"Home?"

"Yes."

You shifted your wonderful body and cradled his face. "Levi, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you because I'm already home."

He sniffed as your words started to sink in, the pain in his heart subsided as love spread through him. "You are?"

Tears ran down your cheeks as you smiled. "Oh, you beautiful and romantic man. Yes, I am home. You are my home. I'm not going anywhere unless it is with you. I love you, Levi. I love you more than anything in this world." You kissed him passionately and tried to push your feelings into the kiss. "I love you."

Levi's pain washed away from your words and actions. "I love you too. I love you so much. You're my everything." He tilted his head and kissed you over and over, the more he did the more heated it became. "Thank you, thank you for staying."

You hummed a gentle laugh. "You're stuck with me, darling husband. I'm not going anywhere." You got up and pulled him with you. "Let's get you inside and this skin."

Levi grabbed the bag. "I've got it."

"It'll be a fun thing to show our kids. Mummy's seal skin."

A blush consumed Levi's cheeks and he walked with you home. "Yeah, it'll be fun for them."

You placed the bag down on the side before wrapping your arms around Levi. "Did you think I was going to leave you?"

"Mm."

You rubbed his back. "I'll never leave you. I'm yours, Levi."

He released a long sigh. "I know that now. I love you."

You kissed his cheek. "Thank you for thinking of me. I'm shocked you were willing to let me go, but that'd never happen. I'm forever yours."

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[velvetvexations]

I got this comment on my antigonism explainer and I asked for permission to address in it's own post because I think it's good feedback:

I appreciate your support of transmasc and transnull people more than you can ever know. I, however, think coming up with a phrase that distincts “transmasc friendly transfems” is deeply divisive- and will further the divide and discourse between transfems and transmascs We don’t need a speciality phrase to denote people who are friendly towards us since those that are AGAINST us are the loud minority- the majority of real world trans people (transfems especially) are in unity with transmascs I think that this may just worsen the divides that are already starting to exist, and will further perpetuate discourse where it isn’t needed. Transfems can just say they support transmascs and transNB people, you guys don’t have to come up with a special title. I mean this all with the upmost love and sincerity. Transfems who support transmascs are the majority of transfems, yes there is an issue with TIRFism online But that is not the majority of transfems on the internet- and especially in real life. We should be focusing on greater unity and talking about what makes us similar- not dividing ourselves even more into subcategories to be policed or pointed to. From a transnull who is just as deep in this discourse

I'm thankful for your perspective and that you've given thought to the issue, and wanted to share your thoughts in a way that I feel is really sweet, which as someone with NPD I appreciate a lot. This is something that's been expressed to me about the idea previously.

I disagree, though. Are transfems who support transmascs and other non-transfems the majority? Yes, absolutely! But when the vocal minority is as loud as it is, they need to be loudly shutdown. That kinna thing takes megaphones. They're going to go away on their own and I want there to be a way to take an active stance that throws oneself out there as someone opposed to that shit.

Already it's just taken as a given that transfems are all TRFs.* If we don't go further, we're letting the vocal nature of the minority take up more and more space and become more and more accepted. Because like, they are super aggressive about it. These things get spread around on posts with thousands of notes every day. TRFs do nothing but bitch about non-transfem trans, intersex, and GNC people, and in doing so make spaces an increasingly less safe place for them.

And the signaling is a really important issue too. A lot of the responses to antigonism from transmascs in particular have been saying that it makes them feel safer. I've gotten messages from people who feel really bad about the paranoia trans radical feminism has caused them to feel around transfems they don't know, and that sucks! I'm so not interested in dismissing that as people who need to be less online or something, especially since I've heard a lot of stories of IRL spaces being hostile to any expression of masculinity as well. These are people who are, at best, facing a massive bullying issue, and at worst being driven out of the trans community entirely. It's cruel and I'm not going to shame them for having this expectation hammered into them, especially because I've also constantly been let down over and over and over when I see a post about transmisogyny or the transfem experience that I really like, only to be gravely disappointed when I see they're a TRF. It constantly happens. It sucks. It sucks so unbelievably much.

Hell, a lot of TRFs are self-identified TMEs, and in fact, most of them are! Every time they do one of their polls trying to prove some dumbass point, it's overwhelmingly "TMEs" who respond. It's like, a relatively small number of transfems kicking around a little cult of sycophants, many of whom are weird as fuck in their own ways but also many who are just trying to be good allies. They should also be signaled to that, hey, when I tell them they actually didn't need to drop a headcanon of a character that gave them joy because a transfem said so, I'm not the freak anomaly I get painted as. Like, I've responded to things asking if something so not an issue was transmisogynistic, or what the problem with TMA/TME was, only to immediately have multiple TRFs zoom into the replies like "don't listen to velvetvexations, she alone has those opinions because she hates all other transfems."

And what about transfems who also need to have it made clear TRFs aren't normal, too? Who need to be gently caught before they get indoctrinated into this shit?

When you see a trans woman saying she thinks it's bad to call non-binary people slurs, identifying as an antigonist gives the messages she's not a random confused baby bird brainwashed by Big Transmisogyny to hate her sisters. She is just one of many who feel that way.

And like, is making it a "faction" like that divisive? I don't think so because holy hell, this discourse is already divisive and toxic as fuck. The intense vitriol that gets thrown at one side from another is already radioactive. What's going to make things worse than it is now? TRFs will have to put up with seeing that other transfems are enthusiastic about disagreeing with them? Those other transfems will feel an us vs. them mentality regarding radical feminists?

A friend of mine put it really well last night:

it isn’t enough to just be ‘normal’ about transmascs and intersex people, actually you do need to be actively working against the now baked in harmful ideologies that have gained traction

I don't want to be normal about these things, I want to be actively anti-transandrophobic, actively anti-intersexist, etc. in a way that sends a clear message to everyone. Being normal about these issues is only normal until it isn't. And even if it forever remained a minority with no threat of growing larger than it is today, TRFs should still have the door slammed in their face until they learn to play nice. If transfems who are Normal really are "normal", then make TRFs feel like pariahs rather than having the unmitigated gall to declare that transmascs invented the transmisogynistic concept of transandrophobia because "2024 is the year transfems united under the banner of transfeminism."

Should we let them have that, and just say oh, well, it's obviously intuitive we're the normal ones and they're the weirdos, we can just quietly continue to consider ourselves the default model of transfem while radical feminism continues to cause more and more division entirely on it's own?

*not that they use that language

anyone may reblog this!

[ivanwm-05]

Major Update

Thank you all for all the support and patience you've been giving me.

I've been working on the free roam for Divine Arsenal and God Mode alongside the Eldritch route on God Mode. I'm still not done with some scenes in the god mode update, but I've reached a good enough content level on the Divine Arsenal route free roam, so I decided to upload it first while I continue the work on God mode.

Public Update: All formerly Patreon Exclusive content (Complete Density Control and Enhanced intellect routes. Edith and Scott sidestory.), and Divine Arsenal route.

Patreon Update: Divine Arsenal route (with all scenes)

Note: To access the extra scenes on the patreon version, head to the children and interact with Mike, then head back to the cabin at anytime after day 4.

Important hint: I highly advice you acquire both the Monkey king's crown and Hermes Sandals for the highest chances of survival especially when heading out to forage. To acquire the crown, choose to use your first chance of Traverse to meet with Ruyi Jingu Bang. This is important because unlike Hermes sandals you can't ever acquire the Monkey's king crown again if you miss the interaction with Ruyi Jingu Bang on your first traverse.

Other key updates: I've succeeded in making the divine arsenal barrage random. So whenever you choose to just rain down random weapons on a person or creature it's actually random. But be careful so things don't get explosive or worse. I've also done a lot of other code work and minor tweaks across the game, including the death scene for Necromancy and Pocket Dimension routes. There's still so much left I haven't implemented, from scenes, to other random encounters off camp, to character visits and interactions. But I just wanted to post this update with all I've done so far so you guys get a feel of what I'm heading for. Sorry if the Blackstone scenario ends up feeling rushed. I had a lot of other ideas to bounce off there but it was all going to take too much time. You can use the scene mostly for the massive experience points boost you get if you get things right and survive.

Also, the other routes would be much faster to complete than divine arsenal was. Divine arsenal takes so much time to write and code because of the sheer amount of variables the weapons you may and may not already own in the divine arsenal present.

Again, thank you all for all the support, advice, suggestions, and patience you all give. Starting this out I wasn’t expecting more than 15 people to read or even support it. But seeing this little community growing new reader at a time across platforms is just, unbelievable to me. Thank you all.

One last thing. A lot of things on this update and past updates came from all the suggestions and advice I've been getting from you all. So please remember to always hit me up if you ever have a suggestion. Your suggestions are always appreciated.

P.S. The Patreon link remains the same.

[krispycreamcake]

Reiji's perfect gift

From author: I'm gonna try just a tiny different writing style today sooo enjoy

Edit: I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF OH MY GODDDDDDD I POSTED THIS BY ACCIDENT AND TRIED TO CNP IT BEFORE I DELETED IT BUT IT ONLY GOT LIKE ONE SENTENCE. I AM LEAVING THE EARTH.

"Mmmm... That's- hnng- good..." I grunted out in relief as I felt their gentle fingers easily glide across my aching muscle, pulling and tugging until I could no longer hold in my voice. Just the feeling of them on my skin made me instantly fall into a state of relaxation and pleasure.

Once they were done, I rose up from the bed and rolled my shoulders. "Thank you, I do appreciate it." The words left my mouth as if butter had been smeared all over my lips. I turned around to face them, looking into their eyes. I wish I could've stayed longer but I had important duties that couldn't be dismissed.

Truth be told, I've been certainly stressed out these past few days with the events father had planned for us. Convincing my no good brothers was hard enough as it is to attend, but making sure they don't make a fool of the Sakamaki name would be the harder issue at play.

"Reiji? You're kinda zoning out, you ok?" I heard their voice and immediately snapped my attention back to them. I cupped their face with a gloved hand and grazed their cheek with my thumb. "It's nothing you should be worrying about. I'm just focusing on making sure everything turns out the way father expects it to." They quirk an eyebrow at me before giggling.

"What's so funny?" I ask. "Well if things turn out the way he expects it to, then wouldn't that be a disaster?" I grin as the joke registers to me. As much as I do appreciate the humour, it was just another reminder that without me, this family would completely fall apart.

"I suppose you're right. Truly I couldn't imagine them being on any kind of behaviour, so it'll be hard to make sure they're even on their best one." They look at me a bit despondent as if they know what has to happen now. "Goodnight. I do hope you have a good rest, if you need me, you know where to find me."

I watch as their hands grab onto mines, not saying a word. It would be so easy to ignore what must be done and just stay here with them, but I'm afraid that that's just not in my character. "Don't look so troubled, you'll feel my fangs soon enough."

"I watch as their expression changes from one of surprise to embarrassment. What a predictable human. "I assume that's why you're so against letting me go no?" As their unbelievable fibs reach my ears, I can't help but think about how I'm only wasting more time. I say my farewells and immediately head to the game room to check on my brothers.

"Really Ayato, you never fail to disappoint me." I watch as he freezes in his spot, pool table clutched in hand. "Shit.... Reiji." I sigh before crossing my arms. "I don't expect anything from you other than to slack off, but even then you prove to me time and time again that you cannot be trusted with anything. You can't even set an example for your younger brothers! You agreed to come to the gathering and claimed that you had read the event's guidelines, yet here you are lazing off and playing games! You understand the severity of your situation don't you? Of all of us? We are to present the family's greatest accomplishments over the years and yet we have nothing to show for it."

I fix my glasses as my voice grows Stern and tense. "Tch- why don't ya take that damn stick outta your ass and have fun for once? Isn't today supposed to be your special day?" If I didn't have more important things to attend to, I'd slap that imprudent little boy across his face. Where does he honestly get the audacity to speak to me of all people like that?

"You know that as vampires, our birthdays are rather pointless and tiresome to celebrate. I am not some weak mortal that needs to be pitied for having gained another year to my age. Kanato, your advanced math class is having a meet-up tomorrow, you will be attending. Laito, I've arranged for you to be giving a tour in the demon world where you'll be teaching others about our history and culture, all your notes and resources are on your desk. Ayato, you have been designated to attend tomorrow's ball along with Subaru. You all have your work cut out for you so I don't expect anyone to be slacking off."

They luckily knew I wasn't asking but still, neither seemed pleased to be bossed around. "I think I'd rather die than have an old guy like you tell me what to do you know." Laito spoke with firm determination, I could see it in his face and sense it in his voice, no matter how smooth of a tone he may put on.

"These are not my wishes, I am simply carrying out our duties and making sure you low-lives don't drag the Sakamaki name through mud." I quickly spat back at him. Why must they oppose every single thing I say? I'm doing this for them! I sigh before taking my leave.... Until I heard Kanato murmur something under his breath.

I snapped my head towards him. "Speak up, it's rude to mumble, you're no longer a child anymore Kanato." I watched as Kanato looked at the floor, fiddling with that teddy bear of his before finally speaking up with such dead eyes.

"Teddy and I think that you should just leave if everything's such a bother to you.... You don't care about us anyway, but I can't say that we all don't feel the same! Uuu..... You want to abandon us, leave us here to rot!" I was almost taken aback before Kanato started to sniffle and cry like a child that lost its mother.

I once again adjusted my glasses before giving them all a stern look. I head back to my room to review the letters we received after a certain good-for-nothing let them stack up without informing anyone that they were delivered in the first place.

Just as I climbed the stairs, I immediately noticed that they were there. Watching perhaps? Sometimes I just don't know what's going on with that person after it seems like I have everything figured out. "It's highly unbecoming to ease drop on other's conversations."

I chuckle as I watch them jump in surprise. I grabbed their hand before giving their wrist a slap with my index and middle fingers. They wince at the jolt of pain before yanking their arm away. But something wasn't right.... Their usual playful stature in moments like these, was replaced with what I could only concur as annoyance and anger.

"Is something the matt-" My ears were immediately assaulted by a loud berating. "How could you not tell me it was your birthday??? Are you insane?? We spent the entire day doing nothing! I could've made you a cake or something or- or I don't know! Get you a present at least! You told me 'not to worry about it' when I asked because it didn't matter!"

My face drops and I feel exasperation creep up on me. "Is that what this is all about? I believe you heard my explanation when I was speaking to Ayato, I won't repeat myself because you refuse to listen to anything that isn't what you want to hear. I've explained before that I'm busy, so if you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave."

I walk past them before things could escalate more. I tried to remain as composed as I could but everyone seemed to be additionally unintelligent today. Truth be told, I couldn't care less! My birthday? Ha..... What a joke, it should be forgotten and buried with that woman.

I turn the knob on my door and see my room in the state of a pigsty. I hurriedly closed the door as it let out a small slam. "Hm, it seems I've let this place get the best of me. I don't have time for tidying right now..... I need to-" I don't know what overtook me, or perhaps I did, but I slid down the wall and thre my head back, tears streaming down my face. What a fool I've been, running around catering to others and I shut them out when they try to do the same.

"Yes?" I look down to see them... But not just them. The triplets are outside as well and Subaru even. A warm yellow glow was radiating off of their face. Candles that were stuck inside a strawberry shortcake.... My eyes grew wide as I realized. I didn't say a word as I opened the door for all of them to come in. Ayato was the second to bolt inside holding a bottle of wine.

It's that damn person's fault! Ever since they got here, they've made my life hell! Their outrageous tendencies to check in on me, to care for me, to hold me! How could they..... Make me see my own flaws, make me feel this way? I hear a knock on the door and immediately stand up, drying my eyes and taking a second to breathe before opening it.

"Happy birthday dear Reiji~ happy birthday to you!" I unintentionally gave a small smile as I listen to all their uneven voices try to sing in harmony, it was absolutely awful. But I can't say I didn't enjoy it nonetheless. "Thank you all.... And I'm assuming this was your idea?" I asked them.

They tried to be humble but I knew they really enjoyed the praise they got from me. I opened the bottle of wine and poured everyone a glass, using the ones I keep locked away in my room. They all seemed surprised to see me bringing them out.

I can't remember how many drinks we'd all had, but when they kissed me.... I can't explain it. It was more sweet than any blood that I've ever tasted, more delicate than the finest of pastries. In fact, if it wasn't for that kiss, I don't think I'd recall that night at all.

I feel a presence behind me and before I could see who it was, they left. The only thing to indicate that there was someone there in the first place, was a small store bought card with the words 'happy birthday' written on it in an ugly font with bright colours. "Hmph, you really are good for nothing."

[missamyrisa2]

Love your blog. I appreciate how long your responses to asks are. Being teased and edged is just （｡>‿‿<｡ ）Could you please give a situation where I'm being teased and edged on my girl pearl for being naughty? (ㅅ˙³˙)♡

Why thank you sooo very much darling ~ yesss oh my gosh. I was not into edging at first. Like I was always about the overload and post-ticklegasm tickling, which I still adore of course but there's somethingggg just sooooo unbelievably ticklehottt about being tickled and teased right to the sparkly brink and taunted right there. It's like the next step up in tickling in a way, because tickling is sort of hacking someone's body and making it do what you want which is to dance all silly and wiggly while making uncontrollable cute sounds. It's a hotttt hotwire to pleasure someone teasingly while tickling, but edging them is like the way to tickle those royal parts properly. And there's that little ancillary benefit of letting them tingle on the edge and recover much faster than if they had came ~ and when you come off the fuzzies you're going to be that much more flustered and likely to sass which is just gonna necessitate more tickles and edgies~

heyy are you paying attention? This is important stuff. This is why you need to be punished my wiggly girl. This is why you were pulled by the Wellness Bot and brought to me. Isn't she so efficient? Holding your wiggly body open for meeee and my lil feather ~ ahh yes, this little red feather. Everrrr so perfect at coaxing out the naughties. And you are soooo so very naughty. So let's try again hmmm? Gonna be a good girl for me and gett alllll swollen pearlyyyy yeah? Get all hot and bothered and blushy buttoned down there? Ah ah ahhhh ~ nooope you can't escape this my precious gem. The bot has you and she's not letting goooo. Don't worry about the brushies on your ribs and under your arms and ooh yes, under your toes. That's all part of the process. You give me that sass and I'm turning on those tush buffers.

Now then. Does my naughty girly with the naughty pearlie need the fastttt feather? Or slooowww? Oooh look at how you quivered ~ I think slowww I think yess ommmh oh yes, slowwwww red feather just caresssssing up your girlihood and aroundddd and around the pearlyyy. Mmmhmm that tickles so good huh, hun? Yeahhhh. And oooh. Look at how your belly twitchessss ~ do you feeel it right there? Yeahhh? Maybe I need to give you the belly rubs while we edgy edge. Mmmhmm yesss I can feeeel your gigglyyy moans here. Sooo cute. But ever sooo naughty. My gooodness would you just look at how stiff that's getting? I'm only tickling you ~ and you're sooo aroused. My goodness, how are you so naughty?

Mmmh yes we need the tushy tickles yes we do. A naughty thing like you has a naughty booty. Mmhmm see here's my remoteee and I just press this dial and oooh there we go. They're so buzzy huh? I love that sound! Don't you just dieeeee at the sound of machinery spinning up so happy to do what it needs to do? The bot just loves youuuu. Ah yes, here they come, the spinning brushiesss gonna get those booty cheeks ~ are you ever so ticklish down there? I knoww I know it tickles. That's why I'm doing this. You're ticklish. You are very ticklish and sooo naughty and you need to be tickled and teased and taunted until you can't even sass ~

Ah yes, these royal chest buttons too. Mmhmm. That doesn't tickle does it when I kiss? Yeahhh kissiess riiight on your naughty stiff buttons. Amy always makes it better. But oooh. Sooo naughty here too! You need button feathering. Come on, work that booty while I tease your girly royal chest buttons with my feather. Let's see if we can make these cute tits as tickled pink as your sweet pearlyyyy ~ Oooh how is it with my lip just brushinggg right under your button and my feather follows ~ tickle tickle tiiickle~!

Tsk tsk tsk. So moany. So bucky. Those hips are so fucking naughty bucking like that I'm gonna just have to kisssssy them toooo~! And rubby rub with my thumbssss mmhmm and now back to the pearlyyyy ~ ah yes, the tushy tickles make you bounce up riiight to my feather. Why, I'll send this detail brush to get you right between those cheeks so I can hold my feather here in front of your pearl and you'll tickle tease yourself huh ~ oooh let's see that again. You can't not laugh! You can't not moannnnh.

Oooh gonna cum? Yeahh are you gonna? Gonna? Oooh noooo ~ ooh no~! What happened? Did you cum? Didja? Noooo? Uh ohhhhhh uh oh! Awwww pooooor thing, poooor gigglegirl alll worked up and nowhere to go soooo swollen on that ticklish pearlyyy and can't even cum. My, my, my. You are just too naughty! Naughty girls get tickles yes they doooo. Let's get those feets all scrubbed mmhmm. Let's seal in that edgy edgy oooo ~ I have my soft scrubby brush and you have two feet and the bot has your ankles up for mee and we're gonna work those clenched toes and get all your spots cleansed until you're a melted gaspyyy mess right off that naughty edge.

And then darling ~ we'll start alll over. We'll start alll over with my feather and let's just see how my naughty girl does ~<3

[hades--baby]

It Will Come Back || Chapter Three

Summary: Price finally gets a hold of Frost's file and pays her one last visit before she makes her way to base.

Chapter Content Warning: Cannon Typical Violence, PTSD, allusion to past alcoholism, Military Jargon, Reader uses she/her pronouns

Note: Trying to figure out whether I want to update once a week or twice a week--either way, here's chapter three! Hope you guys enjoy :)

|| this work was also posted on my ao3 account: hades_baby ||

Word Count: 4042

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Price had been feeling unbelievably antsy all morning. 

Laswell hadn’t spoken a word to him as they made their way to his office for a quick meeting. She usually had some sort of small talk to keep them busy as they walked side by side down the corridors and through the building, but today she didn’t care to hold such niceties with him. Instead, she walked a few feet ahead of him, forcing the larger man to trail behind her like a lost puppy. 

They had passed by Simon and Johnny in the hall not too long ago. The two men had immediately steered clear and moved out of Laswell’s way while shooting Price a sympathetic look. They could tell that Laswell was on a mean one and it would do them some good to stay out of her way. They were sure her stoic rampage was justified, but they feared for their Captain nonetheless. 

They entered his office and as they took their seats, Laswell set a tattered looking manila folder on the edge of the desk closest to her. Price’s eyes flicked down to the folder for a moment before they found their way back up to her. She was still staring blankly at the folder, but the twitch of her lips told him that she was trying to find the words she wished to speak. 

She found them eventually. 

“Before I give you access to her entire, unredacted file, I need to know what happened when you visited her on your own,” she said, her tone straight and cool as she finally looked up to meet his gaze. 

“Nothing happened, Kate. I just went over for a quick chat. That’s all,” he said, shaking his head. 

“Details, John. Details are going to be very important right now,” she said, narrowing her eyes into a near glare. 

“You know, I’m a bit confused as to why you’re upset about me going over to have a chat with Frost. You’re the one who wanted her on the job in the first place. I was just making sure it happened,” he said in an exasperated tone. 

Laswell scoffed out a harsh laugh of disbelief and sat up in her seat a bit. 

That’s when John knew he was in trouble. 

“Frost has been one of my closest friends for a long time, John. Her and I have been there for each other through the best and the worst times of our lives. So forgive me for being a little high-strung when she tells me that she doesn’t want anything to do with the Makarov case and then a few days later phones me in the middle of the night—which she never does because she quite literally keeps her landline disconnected when she feels that it’s been ringing too much—to tell me that she changed her mind and that she’s in for the job after having some sort of surprise visit from you,” she snapped, her voice finally holding the sternness that matched the fierce look in her eyes. “Frost rarely acts out of character. And when she does, things usually go to shit real quick. So I need you to give me the details of your visit so I know that all of this isn’t going to go to shit the second she gets here, please and thank you.”

Details. 

Details were going to be important. 

He understood that this time around. 

“I visited Frost about midday. Knocked on her door with a nice bottle of whiskey in hand. She invited me in to have lunch with her. We ate. We talked. She introduced me to her dog Riley. We had some tea. And then we went our separate ways,” he explained, going down the timeline in his own head as one of his knees started to bounce beneath his desk. 

He could still see so vividly the image of Frost sitting comfortably in her arm chair with her legs tucked in front of her with a bowl of stew in her hands. The hardened look on her face slowly melted away as they traversed through their conversation. Blunt answers and rolling eyes filled his head.

“You brought a bottle of whiskey with you when you saw her?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. He hummed in response, curtly nodding his head. Kate could feel her heart beating in her chest, practically thrashing against her ribs. It was such a rare thing for her to feel that. “Did she have any?”

“No,” he answered, shaking his head. The bottle of whiskey he had brought along had sat on the counter in the kitchen his entire visit. She hadn’t even cared to pick it up or read the label, which had surprised him. He had assumed that a woman that had been in the business of war for so long would have developed a taste for the finer alcohols of life. “Didn’t even look at the bottle.”

“Good,” she said as she sat back in her seat. 

There was a certain type of trouble in her eyes that bothered him. 

“Why do you ask?” he wondered aloud. 

Kate sat quietly for a few moments, trying to figure out how much she was going to tell him. Well, if she didn’t tell him now, then he’d found out soon enough by looking through the file that sat between them. 

“Frost has been sober for thirteen years,” she said, meeting his gaze again. Price froze in his seat, the nervous knee bouncing he’d been enacting quickly coming to a halt. “She had a bit of a problem with alcohol in her late 20s, but she managed to straighten herself out with some help.”

Thirteen years of sobriety. 

And he brought a fucking bottle to her as a gift. 

“Even through everything that happened with Makarov and losing her task force?” he asked. 

“Stone cold. My wife and I thought that she might fall off the wagon after losing everything, but she spent most of her recovery with us and she never had a drop,” she said, shaking her head. 

John felt embarrassed. 

He had brought a bottle of whiskey to a woman that had been sober for thirteen years. 

He felt his cheeks fall red at the thought of the bottle that stood alone on the counter in her kitchen. He didn’t take the bottle back with him when he left. He wondered what she had done with it. Was it still sitting on her kitchen counter? Or had that contents been emptied one way or another?

“So all you did was share a meal and talk?” she asked, snapping him out of his guilty daze. 

He hummed in acknowledgement.  

Kate didn’t mind the fact that Frost was coming out of retirement to decimate Makarov with a task force that she had come to love and trust so much. 

She wasn’t worried about Frost getting back in the game; she knew that she could handle herself without a doubt. 

But she was worried about the fact that the Captain sitting in front of her seemed to have taken a liking to the Lieutenant Colonel. 

John Price had always been a cordial and kind man, but she knew that he had a side that was strictly business. He rarely mixed business and pleasure and whatever he was doing now was starting to toe the line between the two. The John Price she knew would have considered Frost to be a dead end, an outlet unworthy of his task force having alongside them. He would’ve experienced his first interaction with Frost and considered it a done deal that she wasn’t going to be tagging along for the ride. 

But he didn’t. 

Instead, he went out of his way to get her to come back. 

He went out of his way to see her.

Out of his way to talk to her. 

John Price was a good man, Kate knew that. 

But she also knew Frost. 

And she knew that the combination of the two could be a catalytic disaster. 

She could only hope for the best.

“Well, whatever you said worked. She called to tell me that she changed her mind and that she wanted to put a bullet in the Russian bastard’s head. Her words, not mine.”

Kate finally slid the file over to him. She kept her hand on it for a moment before slowly drawing it away. Price had to hold himself back from snatching the file to dive into the details. 

“Since she is officially a part of your team now, here's her file. I’ll email you a few of her mission reports so you can get a taste of how she works,” she said, standing from her seat. He was surprised that she wasn’t going to stay with him to walk him through Frost’s file. She walked toward his office door but stopped before she could leave. She glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Frost’s got a hard but broken soul, John. Be gentle with her. For me.”

And with that, she opened the door and left. 

And he was left in the thick silence of his office, the tattered manila folder delicately taunting him.

Boysenberry pie. 

That’s what Laswell had said was Frost’s favorite. 

It was his sore attempt to make up for bringing a bottle of liquor to her sober abode. 

The pure white snow crunched under his feet as he walked up to her cabin. Everything was still save for the smoke billowing from the tall brick chimney on the side of the house. 

He loved the way her cabin looked. 

Set in the middle of the forest, small, quaint, and comfortable. 

It was akin to something he wished to have in the future when he was rid of the military life. That is, if he was ever rid of the military life. He always had a feeling that he would die in the military, but sights like this made him hope that his intuition was off. 

It rarely ever was, though. 

A loud bark caught his attention and his head whipped to the side in time to see Riley barreling toward him. He held the boysenberry pie in one hand and crouched down to pet the large german shepherd with his free hand. Riley whipped around him, trying to meet John’s hand for a good pet as he moved about. He rolled over in the snow, letting the tall man rub his belly as he panted happily. 

“That’s a good boy,” John said, softly smiling at how happy the beast in front of him looked. He wondered how simple life would be if he was just a dog with a bone… and if he had a gorgeous owner who was now standing in her front doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe as she watched the pair in the snow. Price looked up at her properly, his smile remaining. She was donned in a comfortable looking jumper that was loose on her frame and a pair of nice black jeans. The white jumper fell loose on her frame, exposing part of her collarbone and neck. 

She looked good. 

Too good. 

“Afternoon, John,” she greeted in a polite tone. 

She liked the sight of him and Riley together. John was playful and rough with Riley, but in the way that the energetic animal needed. He didn’t get much action out there. She had a feeling that he didn’t count chasing rabbits and squirrels through the brush. Other than that, nothing truly amounted to what Riley had experienced out on the field with Frost. 

Maybe that’s why the beast liked John so much. 

Reminded him of what he once knew to be normal.

Perhaps the slow life wasn’t for him… just like it wasn’t really for Frost. 

“Afternoon,” John greeted back, giving Riley a few rough but loving pats before standing to his full height. The riled up dog whipped back up to his feet, ran circles around John a few times, and then dashed over to his owner. She gave him a loving rub to the head before he hopped off the porch and ran into the forest, snow falling off of his fur with every step.  

“You know, you have oddly good timing,” she said, a slight smile pulling at her lips, but she doesn’t let it show completely. “I just got done cooking. Care for a plate of steak and potatoes?”

John practically drooled. 

The thought of having another home cooked meal sounded amazing, especially if it was going to be as good as the stew she had made last time. He had trouble going back to eating the food from the mess after the meal he had shared with her.

“Only if you’re offering,” he said, repeating what he had said the first time she had ever invited him in for a meal. She hummed contently and gestured for him to come inside. He made his way up the porch steps, stepped inside, and slid his shoes off before lining them up neatly by the door just the same as last time. He walked into the kitchen and the smell of freshly seared red meat filled his system. After surviving on nothing but MREs and whatever he could get in the mess, the smell of a perfectly seared steak made him melt. “Christ, it smells amazing in here.”

Frost let out a light laugh, barely a breath of humor. 

John set the boysenberry pie on the counter as she plated the food for them. His eyes searched the kitchen, trying to find the bottle that he had brought around last time. He found it eventually, spotting the seal on the cork completely untouched and the full bottle sitting in the corner against the wall. Something in his heart eased and he let out a quiet sigh. 

It wasn’t that he doubted her sobriety in any way, but he would have felt guilty if he had been the one to give her the means to fall off the wagon. 

“You can have a glass if you’d like. I’d hate for it to go to waste in my kitchen,” she said, nodding at the bottle as she turned around with two plates in her hands. She handed one over to him as he looked away from the bottle and back to her.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the plate from her. She opened up a cupboard to grab a short glass, but he stopped her. “It’s alright. This’ll do just fine for me.”

She nodded and tipped the glass back into the cupboard and shut it. She stepped into the living room, completely ignoring the dining table that she seemed to rarely use. John followed and they took their usual seats in the dark green armchairs across from each other, the warm fireplace set between them.

The plate that Frost had given him was loaded with a gorgeously seared steak sliced into perfect strips of medium-rare meat and over roasted potatoes with a hint of thyme and pepper lacing the steam that wisped off of them. Price sunk into his seat, wondering if he’d ever get to live a life of coming home and experiencing a meal like this every night. 

He hoped that one day he would. 

They both dug in. 

A few bites in, John finally spoke. 

“You changed your mind,” he said, stating the obvious. 

“I did,” she said, nodding her head once before taking another bite. 

“Why?” 

“Why do you think?” she asked. 

“Doesn’t matter what I think. It matters why you did,” he said, throwing her own words back at her. She let out a huff of a laugh at that, clearly remembering that she had used the same tactic on him last time he was there. 

“Because I want that Russian piece of shit six feet under with a bullet in his brain,” she said bluntly, not looking up at him. “Multiple bullets, actually.”

“Understood,” he said, nodding his head. 

After John had left last time, Frost had stared at the photo of her old task force for hours before finally calling Laswell to tell her that she had changed her mind and that she was in. Memories of each member had played out in her head along with the memories of each of their deaths like a fever dream. And Makarov’s devious smile had overtaken the memories of the loved ones as she had stared off into the abyss of despair. 

The bottle in her kitchen had been tempting, but she didn’t pursue it as her old self would.

“Have you read my file yet?” she asked, glancing up at him. “The one that Laswell usually keeps stashed away in her desk.”

She knew that Laswell had two copies of her file. 

One that was heavily redacted that almost anyone in the CIA and military could access. And then there was one that Laswell kept for herself and the higher ups that actually mattered. The latter had every detail of every mission that Frost had ever been a part of. Every gruesome detail and achievement Frost had managed to acquire over the years. 

It was rare for it to ever make an appearance in anyone’s hands, but she knew that joining the task force for this mission meant that John would have access to it. He was going to have to learn who he was having to join his team for something so important. 

She had just been counting down the minutes until he mentioned what he had read. 

“I did read it.”

“So?” 

John was surprised. 

He didn’t think she’d care about what he thought of what he had read. 

“I think you’re bloody brilliant,” he said, adding her name at the end of his statement. 

Hearing her name on his lips made her feel warm. 

She had isolated herself out in the wild for so long that she rarely ever heard her own name nowadays. The only time she ever really heard it was when Laswell and her missus occasionally came around or when the florist in town greeted her when she’d go around to pick up a bouquet to fill the lonely cabin she called home. The florist was the only one in town that she allowed to know her name. She avoided everyone else it seemed. The old man just had a certain charm to him that she couldn’t deny to be kind to. 

“Ridiculously brilliant, actually,” John continued. 

“You clearly haven’t read the entire file then.”

“I have. Every page, every mission,” he reaffirmed. “Made sure I got everything I could from Laswell.”

He had stayed up all night, going through everything Laswell had given him access to. In reality, he could have just read her personal file and left it at that. Her personal file was everything he really needed to know, but there was something so alluring about the woman in front of him that he couldn’t help but read everything he could on her. 

Every mission report, finally unredacted and missing the black lines that had once barred him from seeing the truth the first time around. 

The things that this woman had accomplished had astonished him. 

Frost didn’t know what to say. 

“Laswell was right. I think you’ll be a perfect fit for the 141,” he continued. 

“Whatever you say, Captain,” she muttered, taking another bite of steak and potatoes. 

A scratch at the back door echoed throughout the house and Frost rocked up to her feet, placing her plate on the coffee table. 

“Riley,” she explained to him shortly as she walked into the kitchen. 

She opened the back door and Riley dashed inside, heading straight to the living room. The energetic dog was sitting patiently next to Price, tail wagging and slapping against the hardwood floor. Frost smiled softly and grabbed a piece of meat from her plate, tossing it into the air just for him to prop up and catch it in his mouth. He gnaws at the piece, trotting off to her bedroom to enjoy it in peace. Price watched the two fondly, feeling the connection they had with each other. 

“Want anything to drink?” she asked. 

“Tea, if you don’t mind me making it again,” he said, nodding his head. 

She wondered if he was anal about how his tea was made or if he was simply trying to do something nice. 

“Feel free,” she said, grabbing her plate and heading into the kitchen. Price followed, plate in hand. Frost continued to eat as John put the kettle on. 

“I brought a boysenberry pie this time around,” he said, turning around to lean against the counter. Price looked over at it for a moment, waiting for her to look at it as well. 

“Did Laswell tell you that boysenberry’s my favorite or was that in my file too?” she wondered aloud. He smiled coyly and nodded. “Did she tell you about the drinking problem?”

His smile softened and almost turned down, but he didn’t let it fall away completely. His eyes flicked to the bottle set in the corner for a mere moment. 

“She did,” he said, letting out a little sigh. “I’m sorry for bringing the bottle last time I was here.”

“Don’t be. You couldn’t have known,” she said, shaking her head. “Plus, I’ve been doing this shit for thirteen years. I’m not going to say that it’s easy work, but I’m doing well enough to not be tempted by a still-corked bottle.”

A few quiet beats passed. 

“Though, I would take the bottle back with you when you leave today,” she said, looking over at it before looking back at him. Just as she admitted, she had been doing it for a while, but it was still hard some days. 

“Noted,” he said, nodding. “Want a slice of pie?” 

“I’d love one,” she said, a small soft smile gracing her face. It was the closest thing to a genuine smile that Price had seen from her and it practically made his heart jump out of his chest. John pushed off the counter and put his hand on one of the cupboard handles. 

“This one, right?” he asked, looking back at her. She hummed in confirmation. 

He’d only been to her home twice and he already knew his way around it. He had watched her pull plates and bowls and serve them food for the past two visits and he was starting to get a lay of the land. She silently loved it. 

He searched the drawers for a knife and Frost let him, not giving him a hint as to where the knives may be. He eventually found them and pulled a large kitchen knife out. Breaking open the pie, John cut a slice for each of them, setting them carefully on the plates. He turned and placed a plate in front of her, searching the drawers one more time for two forks. 

“Thank you,” she said, taking the fork he had offered her. “For visiting and for the pie.”

“Any time,” he said, smiling at her. 

They both dug into the pie and Price could tell that she was enjoying it more than she was letting on. 

It was nice. 

Seeing her like this. 

He hadn’t known her for long, but from what he had experienced and from what he had read, moments like this were rare with her. He was starting to understand why Laswell liked her all so much. 

He wondered how it would be once she started to be fully comfortable with him. 

“Tell me about your task force,” she said, leaning her elbows on the counter while she messed with the pie with the sharp prongs of her fork. She had already gotten halfway through her slice. 

John had brought a damn good pie. 

“What do you want to know?” he asked. 

“How many and who?”

“Well, there’s four of us. Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish, Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, and me,” he said, listing off the members of the small team. Task Force 141 was smaller than her old task force. “And now you.”

“Do you trust them?”

“With my life.”

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your 20,000 leagues posting prompted me to finally read the book to completion, so thanks for that. couldn't focus much on the dynamics between the characters as i was so engrossed in the pages long fish identifications

it's such a good book because it's like. to any other protagonist this would be a nightmare from front to back. to NED LAND this is a nightmare... but the NARRATORis a sheltered, entitled professor who thinks himself very capable of field work but has NO sense of scope for what the real world is like for other people.

that's why i think the 50s movie dropped the ball so hard. ned land got a lot more focus as someone we should allegedly be rooting for, but what he excels at is having this semi-antagonistic role where he defends and protects aronnax, the narrator, while also striving to drive a wedge between protagonist (aronnax) and deuteragonist (nemo). the book deals with such HUGE concepts like The Entire Ocean and The Entire British Empire and Several Entire Species, that it's important for ned to be essentially neutered and reactive (and punished by nemo for being active) at every turn, especially at the end... even when he finally gets his much-hyped escape chance, it's not even clear if they really are sneaking out and whether nemo is allowing it to happen.

the threats and conflicts are so far beyond real, full comphrension by the individual— by ANY individual. even nemo's very personal, humanizing grief is for something so much larger than just his family, and it drives him mad because his body crumples under the weight of the world's suffering like a failed imitation of atlas. ERGO... i think it's very fun and fitting that the narrator just. doesn't even have the ability to grasp the vague suggestions of all these conflicts. he doesn't even really fully see them until they're all colliding into each other in the third act. it's so eerie. men are dying around him, he's living inside a literal killing machine, and yet he treats it more like an exotic vacation than anything else. it makes you wonder, if it took aronnax that much to open his eyes, what hope does any other sheltered academic have, back on land where these struggles may as well be unbelievable fiction to them?

[eggtholomew-isnt-emo]

sigh. another year over with. im so happy everyone i did, whether irl or online. (this post is strictly online though sorry laney) the gen loss community, as a whole, is something im very grateful for, since everyone there is so sweet and nice and welcoming, and i hope we all continue to be this way!! heres to more years of content, more years of theories, and more friends.

@joopdles hi joopy! you're literally the bestestestesestest im so happy i met you through gen loss. we have so much in common it's literally insane i blame you for the arcane focus rn. youre so funny and kind and smart, whenever i chat with you it always makes my day. i always love talking to you and having fun and just doing dumb stuff. thanks for being the jayce to my vi, and for gifting me one of my favorite gifs (the jayce pole dancing gif (its so dumb but i literally have it downloaded its fire))

@personwithatophat TOPHAT!! im so grateful that ive known you for almost 2 years now. (or more and i just dont remember) you're part of so many of my best memories in the community, and you've always encouraged me to grow and pursue my passions. i always love theorizing with you, and ive loved seeing you grow as a theorizer and become such a well known figure in the community!! youre the best dude, and i hope we can have an excuse to theorize again soon

@shrimp-1234 shrimpy dude. youve always been part of the og trio, and i miss ivy and orion so much. crazy that its been 6 months since the restart, but i still miss chatting with you! youre always so positive and able to lift my mood immediately, and i hope you're doing well now!! have an amazing 2025, ivy. you deserve it!

@sayingsillystuff OCATE COTAVE OCTAV!! hi dude!!! i always have fun seeing you around in random corners of the internet or in the server on occasion, but im so happy that youre happier now! i always love seeing your art, and i hope you have a good 2025

@lovinglytaiga-01 TAIGA!! ive probably been closest with you the longest out of everyone here, but its for good reason. youve always been one of the nicest people ive met online, and you're always encouraging others to believe in themselves and to be kind to others! youre so unabashedly you, and i love checking in your channel every time i see a message because i always know you're going to have something good to say!

@mcshowfall 🫡🫡🫡 HI GUYS this is directed at everyone involved so i did @ the majn account but if its not cool i can go with everyones personals it was just easiest 💔 im so happy i met everyone in the blog, you guys are all so welcoming and nice!! i always love getting random lore drops and teased information, even if sometimes we go a bit crazy in my channel. despite me being a little pest in your asks, and annoying you all in chat, you guys have always been so fun and entertaining! all of you are so funny and kind and amazing, and are all so important to me. i hope 2025 brings you guys everything you want, and more, and ill definitely text you guys soon over the next couple of days anyway 🫶🗣️

@odd-underscore-soul FIZZ BRO. HI!! youre so unbelievably funny, and i always love seeing your art! crazy that ive known you for this long, but this whole time has been awesome!! thanks for reading random hades fics with me at 12 am, and i hope 2025 is a good year for you! (and your rats too)

@xenxistar hi xenx! you are the reason that i started watching sonic playthroughs again, which sounds embarrassing but makes sense if people know you. youre so funny and kind, and i can always trust you and your messages to make me laugh and smile.

and finally, @imaweirdperson9275. azure you're literally the sweetest human being ever i love always being able to chat with you. whenever i get mcshowfall updates from you, it always makes me so happy, not just for the updates but because i get to text with you!! you're so kind and smart and you have always, since day one, encouraged me to be myself and believe in my ideas. im so happy i met you and we became friends

id like to thank everyone on this list, and more (i dont have hero, pupp, or vinces blogs but if i did theyd be here 💔) for such a wonderful year! you guys have always been so important to me, no matter how frequent we chat!! i hope you all have a wonderful new year, and that 2025 brings you all much joy and happiness!!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Villains Only being able to Speak their First Language to Eachother

Hey fellow Hetalians (No such thing as an ex-Hetalian, y'all know that), remember that post about all the characters only being able to speak their countries official languages for a day?? And the chaos that would've ensued?? This is inspired by that post XD

Imagine the Disney Villains getting hexed by like, Mama Odie or Merryweather or Merlin or someone, so they can all only speak and understand their first language for a month.

Yes. A whole month.

The Toon Patrol are seriously struggling because Greasy keeps talking really fast Spanish at them but the rest have no idea what he's saying. Eventually Smartass decides to lock him in a separate room until this can be figured out and you can just hear banging and vague Spanish coming out the crack.

Ernesto is trying to figure out what some of the English speakers are saying because every 11th word is kinda familiar and they speak slow (Especially the rotund, yodelling fellow) but he keeps getting distracted by this faint Spanish yelling coming from another room.

Hades and Jafar stand off to the side near a wall just watching all the mess. They cant understand each other of course but no one else can understand them either so there's really nothing else to do. Hades will occasionally point something out, like Gaston leaning his sweaty arm on Frollo's shoulder and Frollo struggling to not buckle under the weight, and they'll chuckle. (Yes, laughter. The universal language XD)

Speaking of the French speakers-- they're suffering. Frollo hates his fellow French speakers for all being such sinners, Lady Tremaine hates the others because they're idiots or they have too much attitude towards her (*Cough* mal), Maleficent looks down on them all because they're all magic-less plebs, Edgar hates them because they all have money, and Gaston keeps talking about himself and someone is going to hit him. But they all try to keep it together, keep it classy, though most of them have elected to just not talk except for Gaston.

The oddest pairing is probably Hans and Ursula. She speaks Danish, or a dialect similar to it, and he is either Norwegian or Icelandic. If he's Norwegian, they're trying to figure out what the other is saying. Its mostly Ursula flirting with him and him carefully deciphering her words... and then facepalming. ikke til å tro (Unbelievable). But she keeps making like she has something important to tell him, like how to fix this huge predicament, and he keeps falling for it XD

Hilda and Mother Gothel speak German together and basically check out of this mess- like, do they want to understand what insanity Gaston and Jafar are saying again?? Or Frollo?? Haha, No...

Scroop speaks a harsh alien dialect and Silver's just standing next to him like yeah, yeah... you know i dont understand a word you're saying? *... realises scroop cant understand him either and sighs* Ahhh... *Rubs the bridge of his nose*

Rourke approaches the Horned King, curious why he's just standing there doing nothing and gets a string of growly Welsh and promptly... leaves... Like nope. Not today. That crap sounded like an ancient curse and that is not on todays schedule, thanks.

Clayton claims to have visited half these countries (Truth) and could figure out what many of the other villains are saying if he wanted (Exaggeration) so Cruella's like okay great... go and Captain Hook's like that's marvelous! go ahead then my good fellow!. He goes up to Shan Yu and immediately fails.

Shan Yu is usually pretty quiet around the other villains, so him standing there unreadable though faintly amused by them all is... not out of the ordinary XDD

If you have more to add, please feel free! XD

[artist-issues]

Was wondering what your take on this was. I have a Christian friend who's very anti-media, like he never listens to non-Christian music (even then enacting limits on the artists) and he believes all films are evil and stuff like that.

I believe his rationale is that it's all anti-Christian, making arguments like "Thanos is a representation of God in the book of Revelation and the film is therefore about killing God" or "Superman isn't a Christ-like figure; he's an antichrist figure because he points people's attention away from Jesus, the real Christ," and stuff like that.

Speaking as a Christian myself, I feel like that's a very extreme take to have when stories can always have Christian values to identify and distinguish and that even if he was right, it does no good to isolate yourself from those stories or to assume the worst faith interpretation of them.

Anyway, I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the subject. I know well from some of your posts especially that there are stories with very unhelpful or anti-Christian messages baked into them, but should we not still give those stories a chance? And is there not a much more forgiving line to draw before that point? If a story isn't directly and explicitly about the direct and explicit Christ, does it have any value?

Well. I had a friend who was kind of like that, too, and over the years he’s softened up on that a lot. Sometimes people get really zealous and have these extreme convictions and it’s okay, if they’re really doing it because they genuinely read Scripture with a heart to do what God wants, not a heart to find a set of rules they can follow and find self-righteousness.

I think there’s two separate ways to answer this ask. One is:

How to Treat Your Brother in Christ Over This

which is the most important part, for you, like it was for me with my friend, personally.

In 2 Corinthians 10 Paul is talking about this with meat sacrificed to idols. Technically, you’re free to eat that, even though to non-believers it means something else. Because to you, a Christian, you’re not under the old Law, so it’s not a condemnable thing to take what non-believers are using for evil and just…eat it. For what good there is in it. Because it’s meat. So there is some good in it, and you’re technically free to enjoy that good. But this is what the Word of God says:

1 Corinthians 10:19–33 - What do I mean then? That a thing sacrificed to idols is anything, or that an idol is anything? No, but I say that the things which the Gentiles sacrifice, they sacrifice to demons and not to God. And I do not want you to become sharers in demons.

You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons. You cannot partake of the table of the Lord and the table of demons. Or do we provoke the Lord to jealousy? Are we stronger than He?

All things are lawful, but not all things are profitable. All things are lawful, but not all things build up. Let no one seek his own good, but that of the other person. Eat anything that is sold in the meat market without asking questions for conscience’ sake. For the earth is the Lord’s, as well as its fullness.

If one of the unbelievers invites you and you want to go, eat anything that is set before you without asking questions for conscience’ sake. But if anyone says to you, “This is meat consecrated to idols,” do not eat it, for the sake of the one who informed you, and for conscience’ sake. I do not mean your own conscience, but the other person’s. For why is my freedom judged by another’s conscience? 30 If I partake with gratefulness, why am I slandered concerning that for which I give thanks?

Whether, then, you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.

Give no offense either to Jews or to Greeks or to the church of God; just as I also please all men in all things, not seeking my own profit but the profit of the many, so that they may be saved.

Paul also says, in Romans, “But whoever has doubts is condemned if he eats, because the eating is not from faith. For whatever does not proceed from faith is sin.”

(emphasis added)

The idea is, your convictions should be in place because of faith. So if, in Scripture, your friend is finding something that makes him feel convicted that watching these movies is sinful or distracting from Christ, and he really believes that’s how Scripture should be applied—this is one of those areas where you just shrug and be gracious and say, “he’s trying to act in faith.” It would be different if Scripture clearly taught about movies or even characters. You could point to a verse and say, “dude, you’re misinterpreting Scripture,” but this is one of those areas where God left it up to our convictions. So we have to respond in grace, even if what bothers another believer doesn’t bother us, because it’s not a “hill to die on.”

You can only control you. So obey God in how to respond to him, even if you don’t agree, and put him before you. If he won’t watch a Superman movie and it bothers him, don’t talk about Superman around him. Don’t invite him to movies like that. Consider him more important than yourself. If he can’t be convinced from Scripture that he’s free to watch that stuff and enjoy that stuff, don’t try and convince him. Just put his conscience in front of your preference for movies, on your list of priorities.

Maybe he is turning a grey-area into an area for self-righteousness. Or, maybe he is trying to live out his faith, even if it’s “extreme.” But the point is, you don’t know, and you don’t get to know. Only God knows. You just get to decide how to treat him.

BUT! I bet you’re already doing all that. I bet you already knew all that. And what you asked me was “And is there not a much more forgiving line to draw before that point? If a story isn't directly and explicitly about the direct and explicit Christ, does it have any value?”

So Part 2:

What I Think/My Convictions on the Gray Area of Valuable Stories

Stories can have Christian values if there is anything “Good” represented in them. It can also have Christian values if there is anything “Evil” in them. There is no such thing as “good” or “evil” in a movie like The Joker. So that movie I would say has zero Christian values. They don’t call what is evil “evil,” and they don’t call what is good “good” in that story. So I’m just agreeing with you that not every story or every piece of media has a “nugget of something Christian” that you can pull out. Only in one sense do all stories have a grain of God in them, and that sense is, “it’s a story.” The same way you can speak blasphemies, because God created the tongue and invented language and communication—that doesn’t mean He’s in any way reflected or has anything to do with your blasphemies. But you wouldn’t say, “we should at least let the blaspheming guy keep talking, because God invented talking.” God invented stories and storytelling. That doesn’t make all stories worth a chance. If that makes sense.

Anyway.

That being said, I do think it is rare for you to be able to decide that’s worth giving a chance… until you give it a chance. ^^ Like, I watched The Joker. Now I know it’s godless. So I won’t be seeing the sequel.

The main answer to this is: yes. I believe there is value in a story that is not directly and explicitly about the direct and explicit Christ. And here’s why, are you ready, here’s the reason I’m convinced, here’s the best card to play:

JESUS TOLD STORIES THAT WERE NOT DIRECTLY OR EXPLICITLY ABOUT HIS DIRECT AND EXPLICIT SELF.

The parable of the Good Samaritan is not about Jesus. You could make an argument that it’s got some Jesus-imagery mixed into the Samaritan character because of how selflessly and thoroughly he cares for others even though Jesus specifically framed the story like it was the answer to the question “who is my neighbor?” and it’s about “what a good neighbor is.” But hey, if you’re arguing, then guess what, it’s not very direct or explicit, is it?

Because that’s how stories work.

If I weren’t advocating for treating your brother in Christ with grace, if I were in my flesh right now, I’d say, “ask your friend if every conversation he has is directly and explicitly about the direct and explicit Christ. Is every single word “Jesus?” Is every single sentence about Jesus? Would you say all your communication is focused on Jesus 100% explicitly & directly? No? Then why does a storyteller’s communication have to be?”

Because that’s what a story is. It’s a uniquely compelling medium of communication. But it’s communication, that’s it.

I mean you know my understanding of stories. Stories are meant to be signposts that point you back to truth when you’ve wandered. Stories are meant to be a way for you to escape the specific imprisonment of bad ideas and lost wanderings, and you’re specifically escaping TO HOME: which is truth. Good ideas, and truth.

Well guess what? Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Every good and perfect thing is from above, coming down from the Father of Lights. If there is anything good, anything worthy of praise, anything excellent—we’re supposed to be thinking on those things, and associating them with Christ.

It’s almost short-changing Jesus or His relevance to say, “yeah there can be truth in stories but that truth doesn’t have anything to do with Jesus so it’s not worth my time.” What are you saying? He is the embodiment of Truth. If it’s true, then it’s His. In that sense. If it’s Loving, then it’s His. The idea of self-sacrifice, love, good triumphing over evil, truth triumphing over twisted-truth, is to do with Christ, because He invented those things and He’s their source.

My pastor likes to call this “plundering the Egyptians,” or “the world is tripping and stumbling into Biblical truths all the time.” They might not believe in Jesus but their story wouldn’t have anything worthwhile in it without Him. The writer of Beauty & the Beast might not be connecting self-sacrificial love to Jesus when she characterizes Belle, but guess what, she can’t escape it. Just because she didn’t make the connection doesn’t mean it’s not connected. You can’t say that all good and true things, even coming out of the foul mouths of humans, are no longer good and true simply because of the state of the mouths they come out of. Goodness and Truth is goodness and truth, and our brokenness can’t blot it out or stain it or ruin it. If it’s in the story, and it’s good and true, it’s good and true. Regardless of who we are or whether or not we attribute it to it’s proper Source.

Also, look at all of History. Jesus is woven symbolically throughout all of it, but He doesn’t “directly and explicitly” write Himself into the story of the world until the First Century.

But He was telling stories that had pieces of Himself and the truth before that. And He’s been telling them after that.

The Global Flood? Mankind is so wicked that God utterly destroys them—but He saves a small handful of righteous with a Vessel that only has ONE DOOR that they CANNOT SHUT THEMSELVES? That’s a story about Jesus. It’s not “direct or explicit.” God wrote it, that’s called “reality.”

The lamb in the Garden? Adam and Eve have something perfect and wonderful, and they can be exactly who they are and who they were made to be, but then they ruin it with sin, so God makes a way for them to be covered and protected—but it’s with the sacrifice of a Lamb? That’s a story about Jesus. It’s not “direct or explicit.” But God wrote it into reality.

Caterpillars? Into butterflies?? God invented a creature that starts out as a low worm in the dirt, then it goes into a tomb-like, death-like sleep and emerges a new creation that is beautiful and flies? That’s a story about Jesus, I don’t care, it’s not “direct or explicit” but it’s what God wrote into reality.

If it’s true and good, then the good and the true parts are connected to Christ. And it would be cheating myself of more ways to consider where goodness and truth and beauty come from to say that His direct and explicit incarnation in human flesh 2000 years ago was the only way I’m allowed to be reminded of Him.

I would never say any of this to your friend unless they asked. Because it’s not gracious to slam your friend over something that Scripture is not directly commanding, one way or the other, about.

[brynnmclean]

in the core of everything drums a beat - snippets round up post

Actually, not a bad idea to have some kind of post with all the Hellblade fic fragments I've posted so far. In vague order of how they should fit together chronologically in the fic:

Chapter one

Rough draft of chapter one where Thórgestr is having a lot of fever dreams (there was an earlier post with a small section that I think is still my favorite in the chapter)

Also from chapter one, but I think @eisoj5 asking me for "and" as a word in that WIP meme remains hilarious, so here's that post

Chapter two

Part of chapter two and the introduction of my Irish healer OC Iseult

Thórgestr awake and making a very bad joke about getting stabbed, my beloved

First Senua Giantsbane name drop!

"Is my father dead?" "He's alive. He's an exile."

I'm really fond of Fargrímr and I do think he cares about Thórgestr, so this is a nice little moment for that

Chapter three (once upon a time I said I could finish this in 3 chapters, lol)

Intro to the chapter where half-asleep Thórgestr eavesdrops on a conversation between Senua and Fargrímr

There is so much in the game about Thórgestr's dad so why not feature a dream of his mother, here's her introduction

I gave her some very specific spirit vibes :)

You know, lot of emphasis on being your father's child, but Thórgestr is also his mother's son and I think that's important. Also I know surnames are patronymic, but there was that whole thing in the game about the importance of names, chosen names included, and so I really dig the idea of Thórgestr privately thinking of himself as Eindridson. (Also I like prophecies and love the idea of Eindrid as ghostly fate-spirit predicting how Áleifr will die... Honestly, chapter three is a fave!)

Thórgestr probably forgot what his mother's face looked like, so of course he's afraid to look away from her when she appears in his dreams

You ever write a bunch of fun images and then have a friend brainstorm plot developments with you later when you're at a loss on what kind of object you might need characters to go find, so of course your friend is like, "hey, you already wrote what you need." Just me? (thanks @allatariel <3)

Chapter four

The beginning of the chapter

Part of a midnight conversation between Senua and Thórgestr, early in the chapter

A moment I think is cute at the end of that scene

The beginning of an important conversation between Ástríðr and Thórgestr.

"Your father is gone. So is mine. But I’ll have what I’m owed. Tell me, Thórgestr," Ástríðr says, "what is your regret worth? What of your word?"

please I want the beginning of this next scene to be down, I've been struggling

working on another conversation between Senua and Thórgestr, but also this is a post where I ramble about some things I want to accomplish in this fic!

Senua first talks about Dillion

Senua finally gets a hug LIKE SHE DESERVES

It sounds simple, but Thórgestr and Senua talk a little bit about being friends and that is important to me

Chapter five

Another spooky dream :) this one heavily referencing the beginning of the game in Reykjanestá

Thórgestr waking up from the above dream

Chapter six because I have lost control of my outline again!!!

Chapter opener -- Thórgestr is finally getting out of the sickroom!

More than just Iseult survived being a giant sacrifice :) here is the intro to a couple more :)

Small paragraph referencing the voices Senua hears

“I know your fear. But we both want peace—so much that we have bled for it, him most of all. He is my friend.”

Chapter eight (unbelievable, this fic will NOT STOP GROWING--)

"Senua Giantsbane, Senua Truthseeker"

A funny part of a conversation with a Bjarg skáld OC who pitches a marriage of convenience between Senua and Thórgestr to his utter bewilderment

Chapter... uh, current outline says eight... JUST KIDDING it's Chapter ten TWELVE now

One of my favorite parts I've written for the whole damn thing even now -- Thórgestr doing sword drills alone on a beach near Bárðarvik

Thórgestr and Fargrímr conversation snippets one and two that are actually part of a larger scene

Multi / Misc:

Sections from multiple chapters: intro descriptions of OCs!

There was a WIP Excerpts meme going around late Dec 2024, so here is the tag for my responses to asks about that

WIP Word Train posts: SWEAR and then WHALE / BEAST

Other posts:

My fanmix / fic playlist post

Others Narration transcription posts (6 total)

My video games screenshots tag

The overall tag for this fic is hertan writing tag

... also for my own reference, first mention of the fic, dated 04 June 2024 (sighs so heavily about how slow of a writer I am)

LAST UPDATE ON THIS POST: 29 Jan 2025

Feel free to author subscribe on AO3 if you want to catch the fic drop whenever that happens in the future

Chapter One Tumblr Post

[missmaymeltsmymind]

You are welcome in this place, but be warned, for dangers lay within...

Well met, friends. You enter the lair of Miss May, hypnotist, writer, and Dominant. I'm the horniest, kinkiest asexual you're ever likely to meet, apart from every other grey-ace I know, I have Extensive Opinions on Many Subjects, there's so many disabilities in this fleshy prison of Mine that it's almost easier to list the ones I don't have, and I am extremely interested in hypnosis for both sexual and non-sexual reasons, on account of the fact that it’s bloody witchcraft. In the (paraphrased) words of Sir Pratchett (GNU): just because you know how it works, doesn’t mean it’s not magic. The fact that it’s unbelievably hot doesn’t hurt, mind.

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#How the Magic is Made: Informational posts about hypnosis. Do bear in mind that I love conversational/covert inductions, please. Enter at your own risk…

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