#um as you can see I've got far too much free time

[samarajethwa]

Carcinisation of crown

[ddejavvu]

Helloooo omggg I love your blog sm I have a request that’s terrible so don’t feel pressured to do it lmao

I’m afraid of escalators- everytime ya girl tries to get on one since I got a foot injury I fall :(( but I was just at the airport and had to go on a bunch SO- Aaron Hotchner holding hands everytime we have to go on an escalator-

Working to hunt and apprehend the country's most dangerous criminals should mean that you're not scared of much. You can handle flying, you take the jet constantly. Being mugged is something you know you'll likely withstand, even if you're injured, because you can fight back. You have no unique fears, like birds or butterflies or cats- well, that is, excluding escalators.

They're just not your forte. Each time you ride one you fear falling, the constant, steady movement something that you need to spend far more than three seconds analyzing before hopping on. Unfortunately, as you're currently tracking down information from the third floor of a major airport, escalators are a must.

Aaron boards before you, and you thank the heavens that it means he doesn't see you linger. You set your hand on the railing, gut sinking as you feel it relentlessly move beneath your fingertips. Turning, sucking, pulling you in, pulling you down, pulling you under. You're so busy watching the belt turn that you miss the way Hotch has asked you a question, then turned to wonder after your response, and found you unmoving at the base of the escalator.

"Y/L/N," He calls, and your white-hot face snaps up to meet his gaze, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." You nod, lifting your foot to board. But it won't lower itself onto the stairs in front of you. You briefly remember that it won't move on its own, that you'll need to control it, but you can't manage that, either.

Hotch scrutinizes you with a furrowed brow. When he has the evidence he needs, in your nervous glances and stiff limbs, he quickly descends the escalator, having moved even further away from you while speaking. He jogs down the stairs, moving himself faster than it's moving him, and nudges you out of the way to disembark.

"Come on," He urges, seeking out your hand in his own, "Grab the railing."

You lower your hand onto it with a shaky breath, and he squeezes your hand in encouragement. Your grip is loose enough for it to pass beneath you, but present, and he tugs you an inch forwards towards the escalator.

"I've got you," He pledges, holding your hand steadily, so that it grounds you, "Let's go."

He steps backwards onto the escalator, pulling you with him, and all of a sudden you're on it. He gives you no time to think, just pulls your hand so that your feet move too, and then you're doing it. Your legs feel locked, tight, and in danger of toppling you right over, and you fear you may be cutting off the circulation to Hotch's hand when you squeeze it, but if you are, he says nothing. He just stands there, glancing briefly backwards to ensure that he doesn't stumble while disembarking at the top.

"Good," He murmurs, a mere five seconds from the last stair, "Now, hold my hand, there you go, and- there."

He steps off, pulls you with him, then you're done. Then it's over, and you're standing fifteen feet higher than you had been before, feeling solid, unmoving ground below your feet.

"Hotch," You try, your voice painfully weak, "Um, I- I'm not-"

"It's alright." He brings his free hand to the one of yours that he's holding, sealing your hand between both of his and squeezing it warmly, "You don't have to tell me why, and you don't need to be embarrassed. Everyone's got something."

"Alright," You nod once, thankful for the out, but still in disbelief that you'd not only ridden an escalator, but that your boss had held your hand for the trip, and told you not to be ashamed, "Uh- thank you."

"Anytime." He nods, dropping only one of his hands. Anytime becomes right now, when he glances a few feet away at the next set of escalators, and that sinking feeling sets right back into your stomach.

"You can have a minute," Hotch uses your intertwined hands to lead you to a wall that you lean up against. To draw your mind away from the daunting mechanical hum of the escalators, you study Hotch's tie instead, not brave enough yet to look at his face.

After a moment, you speak: "Hotch?"

"Hm?"

"You said everyone has something."

"I did," He nods, anticipating your next question.

"What's yours?"

He takes a sharp breath in, then admits, "Mice."

Before you can react, though you'll gawp at him later for the answer, he drags you towards the next escalator.

"Ready?" He asks, and infers a yes when really you might have said no, stepping back onto the stairs.

It's a grueling ride, one that has you rife with nerves, but when you're finally standing on the third floor, you manage, "Mice?"

"Not important," He drops your hand to take your back instead, pushing you towards the help desk with vigor you don't typically see from your usually stoic boss, "Let's focus on our work, Agent."

[holidayinhell]

Interview

CWs: references to noncon, violence

1. Would you rather - Rope or Chains?

R: Rope.

W: Chains, dear god, chains any day. Ropes fucking burn.

2. If Whumpee had multiple Whumpers, who is their favourite? For Whumpers, which Whumpee was your favourite?

R: Yeah, I’ve got a favorite. A couple years back I had a Whumpee who fought me at every turn. He'd throw his food at me, cuss me out, and try to attack me. One time he scratched absolute shit outta my arms. Anyways, I got tired of his shitty attitude and decided to kill him. I didn't keep it a secret, I told him he was gonna die. But when I went in to do it, he changed completely. No more screaming, no spark in his eye. He got quiet. Heh, he got all lovey dovey with me even. You know, lots of people say they’ll do anything if only you’ll spare their life. I never did cash in on that promise, but on this Whumpee, I put it to the fucking test. Heh. He let me do whatever I wanted to him. Depraved, horrible things, that would make the most degenerate man blush. Heh, and even though he was crying through most of it, he still pretended to like everything I did to him. And god. You should’ve seen his eyes when I told him I was still gonna kill him. That look. I think about it still.

W: I can’t. glances over at Whumper. Next question please.

3: In your opinion, what is the best way to train a pet?

R: Humans are fickle fucking beasts. You have to break down someone’s pride in order to train them. I start off with food deprivation, that usually helps me gauge what kind of fight I’m in for.

W: Positive reinforcement has always worked for me… I’ve only ever had a pet bearded dragon though.

4: Broken ribs or bullet wound? 

R: Both.

W: These questions are uncomfortable to answer. But, uh, bullet wound I guess. Assuming it didn’t graze any organs.

5: Preferred type of gag? 

R: I like a fabric gag. Or a simple piece of duct tape. Sometimes they come off and I get to squeeze a little scream out of Whumpee, and then I put a fresh one right back on. I kinda like the cycle of it.

W: I don’t have a preference… none? I guess the metal bit one isn't the worst of them. It hurts my teeth but at least I can still kinda breathe.

6: Burned or stabbed?

R: Stabbed.

W: Stabbed, I guess?

7: Favourite stress position? 

R: An old-fashioned hogtie. I guess I’m unimaginative but I don’t get too crazy into the BDSM shit. Who has the patience for that?

W: Uhh.. just, handcuffs behind my back. Something relatively comfortable.

8: Have you given or received any Brands? What do they signify?

R: Heh. No. Never been branded. I certainly have had my fun branding Whumpee though.

W: I… have two… Uhm. One on my chest that, thank Christ, is almost all the way healed. It said, uh, swine. The other one is on my back, it’s a lot worse. I don’t know what it says but I can feel it so it’s um, it’s here to stay, I guess.

R: It says Nice Try. Remember?

W: Not really.

R: From your second half-hearted escape attempt. Didn't realize you forgot. But I did hit you pretty fucking hard that night.

9: Broken arm or broken leg? 

R: Leg.

W: Arm. A million times, arm.

10: How did you get here? Why are you the way that you are?

R: I live here. Far as I know, I’ve always been 'like this'-- whatever the hell that means. And I don’t see a problem with it. We’re all free to do as we like, so that’s what I fucking do.

W: I dunno. I, I was outside, it was dark and I think it was raining…yeah… heading home from the bar. I didn’t drink that much. I didn’t live that far, either, so the rain wasn’t a problem. I remember falling down and then… I woke up here. And I’ve been here ever since.

11: What is your biggest regret?

R: I wish this Whumpee could’ve learned a thing or two from my defiant Whumpee in the second question you asked. I wanna get my dick sucked like that every fucking night.

W: Regrets... yeah, I've got a few. One stands out. It was late at night, Whumper didn't tie me up. I snuck out of my cell and I made it to the steps. Almost to the top, nearly all the way out. The door was unlocked and cracked open a little, I thought I could make a run for it and—

R: —I was waiting for you at the top. Heh. I wanted to see if you'd run, and you sure tried to. Not so much after that, though.

12: Is there a line you won’t cross? For Whumpee, what do you most fear Whumper might do?

R: A line I wouldn’t cross? Uhhh…. No. No, I don’t think so. I’ll cross any fucking line. turns to Whumpee, grinning. So what are you afraid of, Whumpee?

W: I, um. Does he really have to be here when I answer these questions?

R: Tell them, Whumpee.

W: Can I whisper it to you? (he’s already done so much to me, so fucking much… it’s dumb but I don’t want him to shave my head.)

R: smirks. You know I heard that.

13: What lessons have you taken away from your experience?

R: Everything has been the same old, same old for me. Guess this Whumpee’s lasted longer than the rest of ‘em. He’s coming up on a year soon. Kind of impressive he’s stuck around this long and hasn’t given me a reason to kill him yet.

W: I don’t know. I do what I’m told so I can eat. I take it day by day. I guess the lesson I’ve learned is that abandoning pride is the only way to survive…

14: Whip or cane?

R: Whip.

W: Yeah. Whip.

R: Didn’t expect you to say that. Noted.

15: Drugged or coherent?

R: Depends on the situation. Drugging them is useful for transport but I don’t much like it when they’re too dazed to understand what’s happening. Sometimes they fall asleep, too.

W: Drug me any fucking day. I don’t care. I’ll take whatever you have.

16: What are your true, honest feelings about each other? Is there some part of you that cares for the other at all?

R: Sometimes I like to touch him. He’s warm and it’s funny when he tries to squirm away. Plus I like it when he begs me to stop. But do I care about him? …eh. Sure, sorta. He’s my plaything.

W: Erm. Thanks, I guess. For me… Whumper is the reason I’m here. I guess I’m appreciative for the food… but he does hurt me. A lot. Constantly.

R: You're very welcome.

17: What is your favourite thing about the other? A personality trait, a physical feature, anything

R: He’s got pretty hair. A kind of pretty face, too. Yeah, almost like a girl. Heh. And he makes good sounds when he’s screaming.

W: Ah. Fuck. I really don’t know how to answer this…

R: Come on. What’s your favorite part?

W: Um. Well, I'll say this: Whumper is smart. Scary smart. I don’t think anyone would ever imagine how smart. I don’t know. I don’t. It’s… terrifying.

18: Do you have relationships outside of each other? Friends, family - if yes, do they know about Whumpee? Do they care?

R: Yes, yes, and no.

W: I have a half sister in, uh, Arkansas. We’re not close, obviously… used to have friends I guess, but it’s been a long time since I saw them…

19: What other hobbies do/did you have?

R: Video games. 

W: I used to play saxophone. A lifetime ago.

20: For Whumper, is there any chance you’ll let Whumpee go? For Whumpee, have you ever thought about life after you’re free?

R: No. Sorry. Realistically, it doesn’t make sense to ‘let him go.’

W: I, uh, I used to think about it. I don't anymore… like he said.. realistically it doesn’t make any sense.

R: Mm. Good answer, Whumpee.

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this interview uses the questions from Character Ask Game post by @inhurtandincomfort !! thanks homie!

((more Whump))

[seawardboundsammy]

after many months of work, I reveal my magnum opus. The Sidestep Battlejacket.

pov: ortega seeing sidestep whole for the last time

Holy shit! It's finished!!!

This was my final for my costume design class and it took. so long. Weighing in around 800 pounds in faux leather and spikes, this is by far the most polished and focused battle jacket I've ever made. also noting that typically i wear big glasses! i just had to show off sidestep's eyebags (my hair is always teal though! ult fave color). The prop gun is a nerf gun covered in so much paint.

This design is based off my sidestep Arbor's suit combined with the dog themes sidestep has (eg: bite the hand). More thoughts and wips under the cut!

So this jacket has actually existed in some form since 2020. I bought this leather jacket with the intention of covering it in studs and spikes and then i petered out half way through. Then, after sitting in my closet for 4 years, i finally started back up on it.

These images were my gospel through the project. The design on the left was made a while before and then you can see in real time how i developed my ideas. I had the idea of the front side being "sidestep" and then the back side with the teeth being "retribution/vsona". like a mullet of trauma. the gun was made to match the organic flowing designs of the jacket, to fit the arboreal theme.

the painting of the teeth was a painstaking process filled with much masking tape and clean up. the arm stripes were free handed in a mad dash to the finish. I used Angelus Leather Paints (which i bought WAY too much of, a little goes miles also its so good not sponsored its just good paint) and every section got two coats of white and two coats of teal. The only exception was the orange which is much more transparent which took more coats and hand cramping with those letters. (which btw! no stencil! just moving my brush around all silly style).

i really wanted a prop to make the jacket into something that actually feel like a cosplay, so i hunted down the most sci-blaster nerf gun i could find on amazon and threw gallons of paint at it. the experienced among you may note that nothing wants to stick to that smooth of plastic, but with a solid sanding and angelus acrylic hardener i made it work. originally there were more stripes but it looked busy. there were also going to be two charms for charge and anathema but i um. forgor.

unsanded vs sanded (and some acetone to remove paint) vs final

the hood! good god that hood. that was ripped off an old hoodie and then i found a shirt at a thrift store that just happened to match the color perfectly. its. attached. if you know anything about sewing, please look away from this evil seam. the purple is just to keep it from fraying btw, the actual connection to the jacket it with a much thinner thread in big stitches as to not weaken the faux leather too much. also you can see where i was testing the paint lol.

if you read to here, thank you!! im so proud of this thing and i cant wait to wear it everywhere (when the weather allows.) have a sleepy steppy as a treat for sticking around

[thetentaclecommander]

Thaks for the tag @damadisangue! Lesse:

When did you start writing?

I remeber as a lil tentacle in human 3rd grade writing this meandering, long, just where was this boat going like 25+ page story for English class and just had a ball in making up the story. I didn't care that the story was a hot mess, I unknowingly realized I liked lore building. But, I realized that after I wrote it one, I went way over what the class wanted cause of my overachieving tentacle tendency and two, that I hated editing, grammar and all the boring English stuff. I didn't try to write a story again till many years later and realized the story itch had come back to me.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I actually, genuinely like slice-of-life and very inspirational/good vibes type of stories. But I simply like writing drama and assholes too much to write that sort of stuff often.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

My writing style recently got compared to the book House of Leaves. I need to read this but considering the few pages I've seen, I'm honored and can see the comparison at points.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

My big black desk with a standing desk attachment to force my tendriled self to get up, covered in paper that sometimes gets neatened only to get it ruined again due to time or my cat familar. Headset, dual monitors, pc w normal tentacle ergonomic peripherals, crystals, eldritch symbols covered in dark purple black ichor. Normal desk set up.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Do a ritual seance with burnt wormwood and channel into Nemesis' headspace. Find myself mentally projecting on the 56th astral plane with spoitify playing something dank and bizarre to mortal ears and chant ioioioioioio-

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

sheding of human fear sheding of human loss yet knowing such removal only brings more weakness to the fore the loneliness of being the only one the question of faith both internal and external to want is to long to love is to harm until you become one's true self free from greed, from selfish power games and inflicted misery and living in truth not lies strength in finding self not fighting for a control that isn't yours to demand no gods but us  no masters but us utter the lies the waking profane io io io

What is your reason for writing?

breathe and become as we only can bring you hope-

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

- oh and we're back. Sorry, I had a walk about and forgot to finish this. But I hope to be known as a trolly, yet fun author that challenges your sense of taste, and makes you question what is. Though, being known as that fucking persistant Nemesis and Jill shipper is good enough, lol.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Um, I can make up shit on the fly and not need drugs to do so, ig?

How do you feel about your own writing?

Eh, my pre 2010 stuff I think are lame but meaningful as my baby steps as one has to start from somewhere in this dimension?. I think I hit my stride in 2020 when I entered my erie sacrilegious era but so far, I'm pleased that my writing is passable and singularly me.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Pfft I've never given a damn about what is popular in the greater fandom or fleeting reading trends. Readers will get from me stories under my terms as I've had to fight tooth and nail to get to where I'm at and so, this tentacle writes for themself first and foremost and secondarily to entertain. I am a showtentacle at heart after all. I do enjoy when readers read, mind, but love it most when they take this betentacled offering from me and savor it, like really eat into it and see the wormy layers of plot and intricacy I've baked into there. Just envisioning them consuming, ingesting my work, feeling the trailing of my worms down their throat, into their belly to really get what I'm putting down is wonderful. Hoy, my minions! Feel free to join in! @naerwenia @vopecata @coiled-dragon @s-dei @lmshady

@depraveddove​ @the-bar-sinister​ @unchartedperils​ @sweet7simple​ @meltic-daze​

@misch3fbunni3​ @autistichalsin​ @villaindevotee​ @coffinliqueur​ @scroggles​

@goth-automaton​ @azulas-daddy-kink​ @katophoenix​

and whoever else wants to I'm not your parental aid (edit: what is with tumblr not tagging ppl ahhh)

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light - Ch 20 - It'll Grow Back

Masterlist

Author's Notes: I can't believe I'm 20 chapters into this thing?! How did this happen!? ilu all for indulging whatever this is <3

More Matteo POV for now but Dante will get a chance soon

Content Warnings: vampire whump, beaten, bruises, broken ribs, mouth/tooth whump (very brief), blood, werewolf whump, illness, stomach pain, exhaustion, hunger, thirst, angst, emotional whump, mutual caretaking

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"Are you real?"

Dante tugs at Matteo's sleeve like he's checking to be sure. Matteo sits cross legged beside him.

"Oh, man, how hard did they hit you? Yeah, I'm real."

He touches Dante's hand, intending to hold it, but Dante pulls it away with a hitched breath and holds his face.

"Ow..."

Matteo watches in horror as Dante takes one of his fangs between his fingers, wiggles it a few times, and then pulls it free. He turns his head and spits blood into the grass.

"What the fuck?" Matteo whispers.

"It'll grow back," Dante mumbles. He tucks the tooth into his pocket and leans his head back against the wall of the building.

"What were you doing here, anyway?"

Dante shrugs. "Just...decided to take a walk. What about you? I thought you left town."

"Oh, um. No, not yet. I've just been hanging around I guess."

"Oh."

Dante won't look at him. Most of his injuries are hidden by his clothes, but if the bruising on his face and arms is any indication the rest of it must be pretty bad too. When he tries to sit up more he winces and curls an arm around his ribs. Matteo reaches out to help, but thinks better of it and pulls his hands inside his hoodie sleeves.

"Will you be able to get home?"

"Why do you care?"

The bitterness in Dante's voice catches Matteo off guard. Already fragile after everything he has endured, it hurts like someone pressing on a bruise. Hot tears begin to spill down his cheeks. Matteo hangs his head and tries to keep himself together.

"I care," he insists quietly. He knows Dante has no reason to believe it; he's the one who left, unprompted. "I just do."

Dante is silent. Then his hand comes to rest on Matteo's arm, firm but gentle. Matteo peers up through his wet lashes. Dante is finally looking at him.

"I'm sorry," Dante says, his voice and expression considerably softer.

Matteo creeps one hand out from inside its sleeve and hesitantly touches Dante's. When he doesn't pull away, Matteo loosely laces their fingers together.

"I'm glad I got to see you again," Dante says after a moment.

Matteo wipes his face on his sleeve and takes a deep breath. "Me too. I was actually, um. On my way to your place."

Dante's eyes widen as much as they can with one partially swollen shut.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask you - "

Just then the front door to the bar opens and a noisy group walks out, laughing and rowdy as they make their way to the car. Both Dante and Matteo turn from their headlights and wait for them to pull away.

"It's not safe here," Matteo decides. He stands without letting to of Dante's hand, giving it a gentle tug. "Let me help you get home."

"...okay," Dante cautiously agrees.

Matteo helps him to his feet. Dante groans and holds his ribs again, almost collapsing, but Matteo keeps him upright.

"There we go...I got you..."

He puts his arm around Dante's waist and pulls Dante's arm over his shoulders. Minutes ago Matteo could barely support his own weight and was about to give in and find somewhere to rest for the night. Now he finds the strength somewhere within himself to stand up straight, carry his backpack and support Dante - which is easier than he expected, likely because Dante looks like he hasn't been eating much either.

The walk itself is far from easy. Matteo is weak and malnourished. If he moves too quickly he gets dizzy, and still gets shooting pain in his stomach out of nowhere.

But he refuses to complain. He blames his labored breathing on being tired, his tense muscles on the recent transformation. When he stumbles he blames a root or a rock.

Dante is struggling too. He might try to suppress the sounds of pain, but Matteo can feel him tremble and wince. He wants to say something encouraging, or make a joke to lighten the mood, but needs all his energy to stay focused on taking one step at a time.

Soon the woods around them become familiar. Matteo even catches a glimpse of a faded and frayed strand of yarn around a tree trunk.

"We're getting close," he pants. "Just...hang on..."

His vision spins. Before he can fall, Matteo grasps a branch and closes his eyes, swaying on his feet. He grasps Dante's shirt tightly and just manages to remain standing.

Dante presses close to his side, now supporting him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Matteo takes a series of deep, tremulous breaths. "Just tired. Had a rough moon."

Dante hesitates. "You...could have come back for it. If you needed somewhere to be. Someone to - " he trails off, and Matteo's mind fills in the blanks with longing. Someone to take care of you.

"I couldn't do that to you," Matteo says quietly. He leans his forehead against the branch he's holding onto. "I don't want to be a burden."

Dante doesn't respond right away. Matteo kicks himself for saying anything. This isn't the time for his self pity, they both feel like shit and Dante needs to be home before sunrise...

"Matteo...you were never a burden."

The words don't sink in right away. He has to let them echo in his head until they settle and take root. Only then can he lift his head and look at Dante, whose tired face is so sincere, his gaze unwavering.

How could he even begin to explain what it means to hear that? Words fail him. His throat is dry and tears brim in his eyes but his face breaks into a smile.

Dante responds by tightening his arm around Matteo's shoulders.

"Come on," he encourages. "We're almost there."

Matteo straightens and takes a determined breath. He once again bears as much of Dante's weight as he can and continues walking, eyes fixed ahead. The sky has gone from all deep blue to a hazy gray glow on the horizon and he is determined to not let a drop of sunlight touch Dante.

What awaits Matteo at the house, whether he'll be able to stay or not, whether they can salvage what they had started to build or will have to start from scratch, he doesn't know. He's nervous but cautiously hopeful.

And maybe it's okay to hope. Just a little.

[feerz]

Ranking all the Jesuses from every version I've watched/listened to so far

without further ado let's get into it 🙌

Ian Gillan - 1970 Original concept album

The True Doer that you cannot outdo. The og who made this role what it is today. And since the og album was were I got my start and obsession with jcs, I have a huge fondness for him. There's just something so- so... about him. His vocals? Insane, fantastic, the golden standard. His Gethsemane is Everything. He raised the bar so high (literally lol) and made this role harder for everyone that came after him and I respect that. I also love his characterisation. He is a rockstar and he knows it. Adore this whiny ass messiah and his dramatics. 9/10

Ted Neeley - 1973 movie

Sad little mouse man. He's like some small rodent to me. His gethsemane is iconic, but beyond it I don't care to much about his Jesus. He's perfectly inoffensive, but I find him a bit boring. Poor guy also had the disadvantage of performing against Carl Anderson, who's too powerful and who commanded every scene he was in, outshining Jesus. Tedsus is not for me personally, but he's definitely not bad. 6/10

Camilo Sesto - Madrid 1975 album

I like him! He reminds me of Ian's Jesus but sadder (love to see it). Really good vocals. That 'POR QUE' ate. And his Gethsemane in general too. I don't have that much to say besides that, but Señor Sesto is really good in this role. 8/10

James Whitson - San Jose Civic Light Opera's 1990 production

Uhhhhhhh. Watched this in a discord watch party and for half of it we were thought this was Ted. It wasn't. Don't really know what to say, there wasn't anything really memorable or notable about him. Also has the disadvantage of being pared up with Carl Anderson, except it's even worse here. If Carl was anywhere near him, no chance I was paying attention to Jesus. Um... he chased Santa out of the Temple! That's something! 3/10

Steve Balsamo - 1996 London revival album

Steve Balsamo Jesus, my dearly beloved. How can you not love him. Just rewatch his Gethsemane for the 1000th time. His vocals are out of this world, man has organ pipes in place of vocal chords. Props to him for actually crying in gethsemane and still killing it. Absolutely fantastic. And his beautiful hair and those brown eyes really add to it. He's such a sad pathetic man, it's great. No complaints 10/10

Glenn Carter - 2000 movie

I'm shaking, please buy him brown contacts. I am a glensus hater, although I have to admit that during my second viewing I didn't dislike him as much. Easily my least favourite gethsemane (lmm excluded), except his delivery of "what you started, I didn't start it", that was surprisingly good. Again, I'm a hater but bonus points for the entertainment factor. 4/10

Paul Nolan - 2012 Broadway revival

BORING! Sorry your trouple doesn't save you from being so incredibly bland. It's like looking at a white wall that has just been painted over and you're watching it dry. Gethsemane is solid vocally, I like his interactions with others. But Jesus himself? No thanks. The staging of the crucifixion was so great, but then there he is with his mouth agape like a baby bird being fed and unconvincing "suffering". Also, no blood? 3/10

Ben Forster - 2012 UK Arena tour

THIS IS THE ONE. My roman empire. My most dear blorbo. He's been living in my head rent free for months. I love him so much. He's just so incredibly stressed out and angsty and pathetic and constantly on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. His gethsemane is my favourite. Just pretty much everything I could want from a performance of it. The way he curls up on the floor? The little moments when his voice breaks a bit from emotion?? The knee thing??? Great, fantastic, stunning, no notes. Also I adore his costuming, finally Jesus is given something more interesting. 11/10

John Legend - 2018 NBC

Hot take, but he's not nearly as bad as people make him out to be. He's just fine. I do enjoy his voice, Poor Jerusalem is especially good. Although I don't love his acting in the second act, but I really liked him in the first one. This Jesus just seems really nice and friendly and I love that. Gethsemane is solid vocally, even without the G5. Anyways he's not bad at all! 6/10

Andrew Latobesi - 2018 Villanova College

This was another wildcard from the watch party. Jesus didn't stand out much because we were all a bit distracted by Judi. And Mary. He was bland and the acting was not fantastic, but this is a high school prod, and for what it's worth he's not bad. Gethsemane was solid enough considering everything. The crucifixion surprisingly hit, good crying there. ??/10 since I don't think it would be fair to rank him against all those adult professional performers.

Jack Hopewell - 50th Anniversary North America tour

The only Jesus that made me cry while watching. He suffers real good (and looks very pretty while doing so). He's just so- so... I just wanted to wrap him up in a soft blanket and give him a kiss on the forehead and feed him soup. Tbh I think he's one of the best vocally too. His high note is my fav. Gethsemane in general is just great too. Love how much he's just some silly guy who then has to face the Horrors. He's just very cute :] 10/10

Jeangu Macrooy - 2024 Netherlands national tour

The most poor little meow meow Jesus ever. He's so pathetic it's great. Him smiling and being happy was also so cute. Really good vocals too, man killed those high notes. His gethsemane too... Jeangu Macrooy absolutely steels the show and it's fantastic and incredibly heartbreaking. Want to see his performance again so so badly. In the meantime everyone should check out a snippet of his performance 10/10

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[mkcannothelpyou]

NG (Kirara-Utage)

AK/Kinktober 2023, Day 6: “Harness”

"Kirara, I'm gonna be honest? This is insane, like, in a good way. This rules coming from you. You go, girl, get it." Utage pats her on the shoulder.

"You're okay with all of that stuff? Like, all of it is stuff we can do? Because I know some of it is kind of extreme especially towards the back end and if it's going to be hard to manage in a logistical or whatever sense we can…"

"Kirara, girl, deep breath." DEEP breath. Okay, Kirara, try that again.

"So this is good?"

Utage lazily scans Kirara's semi-stream-of-consciousness three-bullet-point itinerary again. "The bed, I can dial up Closure and she'll let us play for free for, basically? Like, as long as you want."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Kirara's not even gonna question how Utage gets Closure to do stuff for free in the first place. Riajuu powers.

"'Rope under clothes', yeah, we can do that. You wanna go rough or smooth? I've got some spare guest rope and some kinda, like, hempy stuff too?"

"Can—can I see?"

"Right now? Sure~." Huh? She just keeps that stuff in her closet? Wait, how exactly does Utage's closet even work, Kirara's seeing a lot of depth in there that doesn't look like it should fit and there's some suspicious shapes way in the back and "Catch."

"GYAGH! Sorry, you just surprised me, that was really fast, thank you." Kirara lets Utage sling some coils of plastic rope over one arm and… wow, this is like real deal straw-type stuff on the other.

"I gotcha, girl. Just lemme know what you think. Anyway, the suitcase thing too, totally. I've even got this kind of special one, I can show you after."

"That's…" Kirara is clenching her fists and screwing her eyes shut as hard as possible to resist the temptation to grab her phone back and type on that because as long as she's pushing herself out of her comfort zone tonight she may as well really hammer out her communication too. "That's amazing, Utage, I actually love you—"

"Love you too, babe. Sorry, no takesie-backsies in my room." …Kirara didn't even get the time to regret blurting that confession out. She knew actually hooking up with Utage would be going in deep, but this is deep. Honestly, forget a fear of all the steps, she was way less prepared for there to be basically no steps at all. "Sooo, which rope are you thinking?"

"Uh, probably the smooth one to start? I don't really know, I was kind of trying to tie myself on my own with, um… with power cords." Does Utage hate her yet? Oh my god, she's still smirking.

Utage takes the rougher coils and casually slings them backwards blind into the closet, which as far as Kirara can hear was a complete success. "You got, like, power cords long enough for shibari?"

"Not really, I guess I was just curious if I could tie myself to stuff and…"

Somehow the twinkle in Utage's eyes makes Kirara feel as if she's divulged a little too much information. "Want me to treat you?"

"Huh?" Wait, the rope's. Wait. Kirara looks down. It's. Huh? "How did you…"

"I know that's over your clothes, but you gotta test this kinda stuff first, right? Tell me if that's too tight, like, especially the armpits and stuff."

"It…'s not." At least she doesn't think so, it feels perfect. Kirara twists around a little as she stares over her sudden transformation—alternating sparingly in diamonds from her shoulders down her torso, then a gratifyingly tight figure-eight that runs through each hip groove, loops behind and back down, and crosses straight beneath oh my god, she was this close to touching me. Every piece of clothing she's wearing is bound so tightly against her skin that it's kind of giving her a taste for a sensation she didn't even know she had, meanwhile. She's… wow, Kirara is kind of majorly distracted drinking in the fact she actually has a harness on. The… the way it feels on her is so cool, oh my god, she's actually in this. Her desire to squirm is tied by her desire to just admire Utage's handiwork.

Speaking of. "I didn't even see how you…"

"Aha~! Literally, don't even worry. You like it?"

Kirara fiercely nods. She would not believe.

"Wanna get tied to something?"

Kirara keeps fiercely nodding.

Kirara is not prepared for Utage to lift up her shirt in response.

[lykaios2]

Here's a request:

Platonic or romantic, your choice, Leo showing off some skateboard moves.

omg when I say I got so into writing this

I stayed up until 6am writing this yesterday. I am not kidding. I just really wanted to finish it so I could post it asap

anyway I hope you like it, this is the longest fic I've written so far

Sweet Tricks and Sweeter Feelings

leonardo x reader, friends to lovers

cw: literally nothing

word count: 3838

One evening, you started on a walk, or rather a ride, to a new skate park you had just recently discovered. While doing some business over on that side of town, you had a bit of free time to yourself, and decided to explore since you didn't go to that side of town much. You eventually stumbled upon an abandoned building, and your curiosity got the better of you. After looking around for an entrance, you somehow found an unlocked door that led inside. After making your way around to what seemed to be the main area, you found yourself looking at what seemed to be a well maintained skatepark.

“Woah, what is this? I've never seen this before…must not have been taken down when this place was closed. Someone's certainly been working hard to keep this place nice.”

Now, returning here, it was certainly a different vibe at night. Walking around to the unlocked door, you heard noises coming from inside, as if someone was also using the skatepark. As you made your way inside, you looked around for the source of the noise. You could barely make out a dark figure skating around the park. As you sat and watched in awe at all of their amazing tricks, they came a little too close and noticed you standing there.

“Oh! Hello there, you-”

“Augh! I'm sorry, I-I'll leave-”

“Wait, no, you're fine! I just didn't expect to see anyone else here.”

“You could say the same here. Those were some sweet tricks you were hitting, uh… what's your name? Don't think you mentioned it.”

“Oh, my apologies, you can call me Leonardo, or Leo for short. How about yourself, mysterious friend?”

“I'm y/n.”

“Well, y/n, since you're here, would you like to join me for some late night skating?”

“Yeah! Let's do this!”

After a couple hours, Leonardo announced that it was time for him to return home. It was pretty late, so you decided to head home yourself.

“When are you planning on being here again?”

“Oh, my brothers don't like me being out this late too much, so really only once a week.”

“You have brothers? How many?”

“Just 3.”

“Do they ever come out here?”

“Not that I know. I haven't told anyone about this place.”

“Not even your brothers?”

“Nope. I love them to death, don't get me wrong, but when I'm with them all day every day, a little time away can be nice.”

“I understand that. Well then, I'll see you next week, same place, same time?”

“Only if you show up.”

“It's a deal!”

Next week, you entered through the doors of the abandoned building and sure enough Leonardo was there, skating just as before.

“Yo!” you called out.

“There you are, I was getting a bit worried that you had bailed on me.”

“Sorry, I live on the other side of town. Yeah, no, I would have felt terrible. I wouldn't have even had a way to tell you, which would have made it all the worse.”

“You want my number? Easiest way to contact me.”

“Oh, sure.” You and Leonardo exchanged numbers, but while he was typing his number into your phone, you noticed some red marks on his face through his mask he was wearing.

“Is that…blood?”

“Hm?”

“On your face there.”

“Oh, um…no…”

“Then what is it, if it's not blood?”

“It's, um…I'll show you next week. But you have to show up.”

“Aw, what? Fine. Is it like a personal thing?”

“Kind of. A lot of people are often surprised when they see what it really is.”

“It can't be that bad. C'mon, lemme see!”

“Next week! If you show up.” You begrudgingly agreed as Leonardo started skating again. Realizing you hadn't yet even touched your skateboard, you followed suit.

After another long night of skating, Leonardo headed home, and so did you. On the way home, you texted Leonardo, thanking him for his time and reminding him of his promise.

-you better show me what's under that mask next week

-chill bro, all you gotta do is show up. I'll have you know I'm not one to break my promises.

-we'll see about that

-we will, won't we?

You smiled as you looked up from your phone. The curiosity was killing you, but you trusted that he would show you.

The next week passed slower than usual. If you weren't doing something, your mind would eventually drift to Leonardo. What was hiding that he couldn't show you immediately? You theorized about many different possible options, but you couldn't truly know until you met up with him again.

But slow as it was, the week finally passed and it was time to see what Leonardo had been hiding. You walked through the new familiar doors and looked around for Leonardo.

“Boo!”

“Augh! You- stupid- whatever.”

“C'mon, just a little joke. You aren't mad, are you?”

“No, I can't really get mad at you for that. I just get easily spooked.”

“I can tell.”

“Oh, shut up about it. Now how about we see what's under that mask?”

“Right. Now, before I do this, I should warn you. Whenever I show this to someone, they usually don't want to associate with me anymore. I've heard it all, so whatever you say probably won't hurt me. And whatever you think it is, I can guarantee it's not that. Do you still want to see?”

You paused and thought for a second before saying yes. He made you close your eyes while he took the mask off. When he said he was ready, you opened your eyes to see…

“A…stripe? Wait, you're a…turtle?!”

“Yep. What do you think? Be honest.”

“That's, like…awesome! I can't really think of a better way to put it.”

“So…you like it?”

“Totally! What would I not like about a walking, talking, skateboarding turtle?”

“Well, most people see me and think I'm sort of a rejected lab creation, and while they're not wrong they usually carry a negative connotation with it.”

“It's probably just because they don't get to know you. You're awesome!”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Wait, does that mean your brothers-”

“Are turtles too? Yep.”

“Woah. Can I meet them?”

“Uh, maybe next week? I don't think they would exactly be fond of me bringing home a human unannounced.”

“Do they even know about me? Have you told them?”

“Well I've mentioned you once or twice, but they don't even know anything about you. They don't even know that you know I'm not human.”

“Oof. Well, you better tell them because I totally want to meet them now.”

“Haha, I think I can work something out. But for now, I wanna see your cool tricks! We keep getting distracted.”

During your late night skate session, you had to stop for a second because you were hungry. Leonardo stopped as well and walked over to where you were standing, slouched over.

“Hey, you good? Looking a little weak there.”

“Yeah I’m okay, I just forgot to eat before I came here.”

“Woah, that’s not good. Hm…oh! I know this good Asian place down the road from here, it should still be open.”

“Oh, I love Asian food, and I totally would, but I don’t have any money on me.”

“Eh, I can cover you.”

“What? You don’t have to do that.”

“Please, allow me. I would feel bad if you were to faint from hunger under my watch.”

“Well, if you insist, I’m not going to refuse.”

“Come on, then. Follow me, I’ll take you there. You need some help?” You nodded as Leonardo grabbed your hand and started leading you out of the building. He slowly led you out of the building and down the streets.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine-” You were silenced by the sound of your stomach growling from hunger.

“Maybe not. Here, stand back.”

You stepped back as Leonardo pulled out what seemed to be a sword. He started moving it in a circle until a portal appeared in front of you.

“You can make portals too?!”

“It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day, but for now we need to get you food. Come on, this should lead us straight there.”

You cautiously followed Leonardo through the portal, and stepped out on the other side right next to the restaurant.

“Wow, that was impressive. Can your brothers do that?”

“No, but they have their own special abilities. And anyway, how are you not focused on your hunger? You’re nearly starving.”

Leonardo led you inside, and the lady behind the counter greeted the two of you.

“Hello, you two! Out on a little late night date, are we?”

You just chuckled at the comment, but Leonardo was quick on his feet.

“A date? I mean, one could call it that. Only if you want.” He looked at you as he said that.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Leonardo ordered for the both of you, and you sat down at a table to wait for your food.

“You should ask your brothers if I can meet them. I’m really curious about them.”

“Man, you are quite insistent on meeting my brothers, huh?”

“Well, it’s not every day that you learned that you’re actually friends with a mutant turtle, let alone that he has brothers who are also mutant turtles! And you’re super awesome and nice, so I bet they are too! Why would I not want to meet them?”

“Well since you have to be so nice about it, I guess I can ask them. I have no clue if any of them will be up this late, though, so I can’t promise a fast result.”

“That’s okay. Oh, but when am I going to meet them? Or where? I have no clue where you guys live.”

“Well, we’re pretty free, so whenever you have time during the day probably works for us. As for where…”

“What about your place? I think it would probably be a good idea to meet them in their natural environment, y’know, so they don’t have to feel stressed or anything like that.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Although, nothing about our home would be considered normal.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for starters it’s pretty big. And it’s underground. We’ve got a lot of cool stuff as well. We have an arcade room, a humongous garage, a skate ramp…”

“You have a skate ramp inside your home?! No wonder you’re so good at skating.”

“Oh, stop it.”

The waiter came over with the food, and made another comment about the two of you.

“Here’s your food, nice and hot. Don’t stay here just talking too long now.” Leonardo took this opportunity to show you how sharp his wits truly were.

“Nice and hot, huh? The food’s not the only nice and hot thing here.”

“Are you…talking about me?”

“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.”

“Oh, you’re so stupid. I’m eating, you have fun doing whatever you’re doing over there.”

You and Leonardo finished up your food, and finalized your plans to meet up with his brothers. Much to Leonardo’s surprise, all of his brothers responded before you finished eating, and all of his brothers had agreed to meet you in their home.

“Thank you so much for everything tonight. Definitely one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”

“It was my pleasure, only the best for my best skateboarding friend.”

“You’re too kind. I’m excited to meet your brothers.” You and Leonardo started walking out after saying good night to the employees.

“I’m sure they’ll love you. Have a good night!”

“You too, Leonardo!”

A few days later, Leonardo texted you to help you get to his home to meet his brothers.-now turn left and you should see an alleyway down the street. once you get there, just wait a couple of minutes and I’ll be there to lead you the rest of the way.

-I better not be getting kidnapped

-wow, I buy you food and this is how you treat me? you’re lucky I even let you in at all.

-okay, okay, I trust you. happy now?

-I guess

-how about dinner on me next time?

-wow, making moves huh? you’re slick

-...I don’t even know what to say anymore.

During the texting, Leonardo had snuck up behind you. He scared you when he spoke up.

“How about you come say hello to my brothers?”

“Damn it Leo- would you stop scaring me?”

“It’s so cute the way you react when you get scared though. And I don’t mean any harm, I hope you know that. Now, come on, you’ve been waiting a while for this, haven’t you?”

“I sure have. Where are we headed?”

“Look down.” Confused, you looked down to see a manhole at your feet. You looked back at Leonardo, and he gestured you to move out of the way as he lifted the manhole cover.

“It’s not as bad as you think.”

“Well, I’ve gone this far.”

As you climbed down into the manhole, Leonardo started to lead you through the sewers. He seemed to know these dreary hallways like the back of his hand. After several minutes of walking through the sewers, you eventually saw a light coming from somewhere up ahead. You followed Leonardo down the hall, until eventually reaching the end, where he began something of a grand introduction.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Hey guys, they’re here!” As he presumably called to his brothers, you stood in awe as you took in everything that was in front of you. It was bigger than you could have ever imagined. There were so many rooms, so much graffiti all over the walls, string lights everywhere. Leonardo grabbed your hand and pulled you along to somewhere else though.

“C’mon, it’s time!” Your excitement could hardly be contained as Leonardo led you to the bottom layer of the area. Leonardo stopped in front of what you assumed were his brothers.

“y/n, meet my brothers. This is Raphael.”

“You can just call me Raph. Leo’s mentioned you a few times, but it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“This is Michelangelo.”

“Hello! I’ve been super excited to meet you! Leo says you’re really good at skateboarding. You’ll have to show me your moves later!”

“And this is Donatello.”

“Hello, nice to meet you. I do have a nickname, but I reserve it for people who are close to me. I mean no offense with this, as I’m sure you’re a kind individual, but I just don’t know you very well. With time you should be able to call me by my nickname.”

“Well, hello, everyone. My name is y/n. I’ve haven’t really heard much about any of you, but assuming you’re anything like Leo, then we’ll probably get along.”

“Well, how about we show you around? I’m sure you’ll get to know them along the way.” Leonardo and his brothers proceeded to show you around the very large area in which they lived. Along the way, you managed to pick up a few tidbits of information about each of his brothers. Raph was the oldest and seemed to be the leader of the group, but he also had a very soft heart. Mikey was the youngest of the four and was definitely the creative one. Donatello was the smart one, and was often very direct about everything.

“So how did you meet Leo, anyway?”

“Well, one of my hobbies happens to be skating, and one night when I went out to skate, he was the only one at the skatepark I went to. Then we kinda made plans to meet up there every week.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing! Leo sometimes comes home late at night with a big smile on his face and just a little happier than usual, but he never mentioned you when he did that. Now I’m starting to put some dots together.”

“Well, that can happen when you hang around such an amazing skater such as myself.”

“How about you live up to that claim, huh? Show us some moves.” Leonardo finally spoke up. You took it as a challenge, and everyone headed over to the skate ramp.

After showing everyone what you could do on a skateboard, and a couple more hours of just hanging out with the turtles, you eventually had to head home. After saying your goodbyes, Leonardo showed you the way out.

“See you soon!”

“Yeah! If you ever want to come back over, just text me!”

“Will do!”

However, you would remain oblivious to the conversation that was about to follow.After walking you out, Leonardo started walking back to his room, but little did he know that Michelangelo was following him.

“Ah, man, that was nice. Now time to lay back and-”

“Oh, Leo~”

“Mikey? Did you need something?”

“Mmmm, not exactly.”

“Then what’s up?”

“I should be asking you that. Seems you and y/n have a little something going on.”

“Yeah, we hang out quite a bit. It’s been pretty nice.”

“Leo, I’m going to get straight to the point. I think it’s pretty obvious you like them.”

“Woah, that’s quite an assumption. Care to run me through your thought process here?”

“Well first off, you regularly went to hang out with them, a human. That doesn’t happen very often. Next, you revealed the fact that you’re a mutant turtle. You don’t exactly do that for everyone. And they told me about your little “date” you went on. Listen, Leo, you know I’m the expert on these things, you can’t hide them from me.”

“…Fine, I’ll admit it. They’re just so…I don’t know how to describe it. Something about them just draws me to them.”

“I think it’s because you guys are so similar. You bounce off of each other. I’d give it a bit more time, but you should tell them how you feel.”

“Ahh, I don’t know. It’s hard. I think they just see it like a normal friendship.”

“You never know until you try. Like I said, give it some time and we’ll see where it goes. I’ll be your wingman, give you tips and tricks. And I’ll keep on the down low, but I can’t promise that Donnie and Raph won’t find out. That’s out of my control.”

“Heh, thanks.”

A few weeks passed, and you hung out with Leonardo and his brothers more and more. You learned more about each of them, but you noticed Mikey being particularly weird whenever you and Leo were hanging out.

“Raph, have you noticed anything weird going on between Leonardo and Michelangelo?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to figure out what they’re up to. I think it might have something to do with you, though.”

“Me?”

“Well I can’t be sure, but I feel like I often overhear your name in their conversations.”

“Oh, that makes me all the more nervous about what they’re doing.”

“Eh, knowing them, it can’t be anything bad. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“If you say so. I’ll trust your judgment on this one.”

A few months had passed now, and you were a lot more comfortable with your turtle friends. You were allowed in their home at any time, and Donatello had even come to know you well enough for him to let you call him Donnie. Leonardo made his classic one liners. Raph and Michelangelo often cheered you on whenever you showed off your moves on the ramp in their home. But nothing ever came of Leonardo and Michelangelo’s scheming, and over time you forgot about it. However, it never stopped and you would soon come to learn what it was all about.

One night, Leo had texted you, asking you to meet up at the entrance to their home.

-make sure to bring your skateboard, I’ve got a little surprise for you

-it’s pretty late leonardo, you better have something good

-I think you’ll like it

You arrived at the meeting spot, with Leonardo already waiting for you.

“Hop on your board, we’ve got a long ways to go.”

Leo started, leading you through all the secret alleyways and tunnels. You managed to keep up, but your legs were starting to get tired from the distance you were riding.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost, just another minute or two.”

By this point, you were on the outskirts of town. Leonardo was headed further and further away from the city. You were becoming more and more curious as to where he was taking you. Eventually you stopped at the bottom of a hill.

“I won’t make you ride up this. Follow me.”

Again he pulled out his sword and made another portal. You trusted it would take you to the top of the hill, and it certainly did. What you didn’t expect was a little area hidden in the brush which had a perfect view of the city.

“Woah, Leo, this is insane. How did you find this?”

“Spots like these are my specialty. Come, sit.”

He invited you to sit next to him and watch the city, which looked very different at night.

“Is there a reason you brought me out here?”

“Uhm, yes, actually. I’ve been reserving this spot for a special occasion. Y’know, we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few months, and we’ve come to know each other pretty well. But there’s something about myself I haven’t told you, and I think it’s pretty important that you know.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’m listening.”

“I-I really like you. You’re just a cool person, and when we hang out or go skating together, I don’t know, something about you just seems that much cooler. And the fact that you’re even willing to hang out with me in the first place is already amazing. I understand if you don’t return the feelings, I just-”

“Wait, so all of those stupid pick up lines were actual attempts at trying to get with me?”

“Kind of? Most of them were jokes, but they did actually mean I liked you.”

“Well, funnily enough, those pick up lines kind of worked…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well when we first met, I did just see you as a good friend. But I think your sense of humor accidentally made me like you too. I didn’t say anything because I thought that was just you being you, and I didn’t think those stupid little pick up lines meant anything. So I just left those feelings alone, destined to be banished to the recesses of my mind for the rest of eternity.”

Leonardo paused for a moment, before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You returned the gesture.

“So, are we like, together now?”

“Only if you want.” Leonardo smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” You smiled back at him before turning your head back to look at the city. This was certainly a surprise you liked.

[thessalian]

Astrid vs the Nautiloid Vessel

First, meet Astrid:

Bard extraordinaire, and the closest I've ever been able to come to the original Astrid when I was playing WoD lo these many years ago. Astrid was my way of exploring the WoD's dark grittiness on very different terms than the usual; most people lean into the dark broodingness of it all, so I made the most cheerful and optimistic person alive, partly to see how much she could take. I did not expect the response I got to her - nearly everybody absolutely adored her, and got a little bit surprised by how subtly nasty she could get to actual threats. She's the one who had the time-delayed rote that would have any vampire who tasted her blood feel like their blood was on fire ... and would feel like their blood was on fire when they tasted any blood for three months. Her take on it: "I warned them..."

Anyway. On with the liveblog.

Scene: a burning Nautiloid ship:

Lae'zel: RAAA KILL YOU, THRALL!

Astrid: Um ... no thank you?

Mind-Sharing Thing: *happens*

Lae'zel: It is ... abominably cheerful, in your head. And what is that?!?

Astrid: You ... know what they are. I mean, technically an intellect devourer, but I helped them, so they're nice to me. Then again, that might have something to do with having treated the haematoma that had them too swollen for the skull they were in, and since I couldn't fix the whole ... being an intellect devourer now thing, I settled for a little bit of medical treatment. I think I might have made them a little more docile during the procedure but I didn't mean to...

Lae'zel: Please. Stop.

Astrid: Oh. Sorry. Anyway, this is Us. Us, meet ... Lae'zel? Am I pronouncing that right?

Lae'zel: *glares*

Astrid: Manners are a thing!

Lae'zel: Ugh. No matter how ... insufferably nice you are, you might at least be of some use to get to the helm. I don't need to run faster than the abominations; I just need to run faster than you. Now help me deal with the imps.

Astrid: ...Okay. *turns to imps; voice goes Vicious Mockery resonance* A PLAGUE RAT FUCKED YOUR MOM!

Imp: *straight up dies*

Lae'zel: ......................

Astrid: This is why I'm nice to people. If I'm not ... that can sometimes happen.

Lae'zel: ...noted.

Later:

Lae'zel: Why are you rooting around this place like some kind of deranged pack rat?

Astrid: I don't know how it works where you're from, but most of the places we're probably going to escape to tend to want money for important things like ... you know, food. Anyway, there's that one lady banging on the pod over there and I want to find a rune that fits that machine...

Lae'zel: What did I tell you about touching things?!?

Astrid: She's trapped! You saw what happened to the last one! This one's at least responding! ...Plus she has an awful lot of really great curse words I'm looking forward to fitting into my repertoire...

Lae'zel: We have no time for this, you--

Astrid: ...and if you let me finish, look at her armour! Her circlet! She is a cleric! Tell me that a cleric wouldn't come in handy right now!

Lae'zel: ...Ugh, fine.

Astrid: *finds rune; frees Shadowheart*

Shadowheart: You keep dangerous company.

Astrid: *raises eyebrows, gestures at the absolute carnage all over the place*

Shadowheart: Fair point. We stand a better chance together.

Lae'zel: You will follow my orders!

Astrid; Shadowheart: How about no?

Lae'zel: ...Hate you both.

Later still, at the helm

Lae'zel: Get to the helm! I'll hold these creatures!

Shadowheart: How about we listen to the suicidal warrior-gith, hmm?

Astrid: Ummmmm ... nope. *Vicious Mockery Voice* HEY! YOU! I'M TALKING TO YOU, YOU STRAWBERRY-COLOURED MOCKERY OF A HELLSPAWN!

Imp: *straight-up dies like the last one*

Shadowheart: ........Or you can keep yelling insults until everything around us is dead. That works too.

Several dead imps later

Lae'zel: I won't reach that in time; it's too far!

Astrid: Nyoom! *dashes over and connects a thing*

Lae'zel: ...what the--?

Astrid: That one imp's father was a plague-rat; mine was a wood elf. Now let's-- Oop.

Dragon: *breathes fire at basically everything*

Astrid: Oh nuts... Okay, maybe it works like lute strings... *twangs single connected bit of tentacle weird*

Nautiloid Vessel: *blinks into existence over some beachy area or other, dropping parasite infectees like confetti*

Astrid: Oh nuts-- *is hit on head with rock and knocked out of ship* shouldvelearnedfeatherfallshouldvelearnedfeatherfall yeeeeek!

[cpvnksabm]

Okay, this got way more notes than I expected it to, so I feel like I should say something.

Hi! I'm the anonymous friend of OP who made this!

Just want to clear up a few things:

I asked my friend to post this on my behalf because I was in a severe mental health episode where I wouldn't have been able to handle it if the fandom responded badly to this. Luckily, that ended up being overcautious on my part! No fandom is perfect obviously and I can't say everyone has responded perfectly to this post, but overall, the response has genuinely been so much better than I expected. Thank you guys.

This post is lacking in some detail & nuance, and that's not an accident. I actually originally wrote - I'm serious - a 1600 word essay about this topic, in which I was able to essentially cover every possible nuance of this issue & pre-emptively refute every possible counter-argument. I realised pretty quickly though that probably nobody was going to read all that, so I distilled the basic points into this, hoping it would be a more approachable format.

I've noticed some people in the notes saying this looks like a spotify wrapped presentation. Um, I've been using the youtube app for my music this whole time, I wouldn't know anything about that, it's genuinely a coincidence. I'm not offended or anything, you guys are 100% free to keep calling this a spotify wrapped, I'd just... like you to be mindful of derailing, because frankly, being reminded of spotify wrapped is the dumbest thing to derail a whole serious post for. It's one thing to listen to what I'm saying and then jokingly say "i like your spotify wrapped", it's another thing to only engage with this post to make the spotify wrapped comparison.

People downplaying or defending ocean's ableism (and bullying disabled fans in relation to that) is far from the only example of ableism in this fandom. I know that. I chose to zero in on this issue because (1) I felt it was, in itself, a big enough issue for a whole slideshow (or a 1600 word essay), (2) I've witnessed and experienced this a lot firsthand and therefore felt qualified to speak on it, and (3) I was considering making multiple slideshows similar to this, each focusing in on a different issue, because if I try to cover every issue at once then I won't have time to properly address any of them

I don't consider it inherently derailing that people are bringing up other unrelated examples of RTC ableism in the notes! These are all important discussions that need to happen. That being said - the main reason I made this post was to inspire some self-reflection from abled fans and, hopefully, better behaviour.

I worry that some people in the notes are ignoring criticisms of the fandom, which includes them, and instead focusing on criticising people actually involved in RTC, like the scriptwriters and producers. Those people need to be held accountable too, but let's just be mindful - are you seeing a post that was meant to prompt self-reflection on your own behaviour and instead just using it to dunk on the other abled people for doing ableist things you obviously had no part in, since you could never be ableist yourself?

Okay, above nitpicks aside - thank you to everyone who reblogged this post. Seriously. It gives me a lot of hope to think that I can speak up about the ableism I'm experiencing and have hundreds of people see it, agree with it, and even actively boost my voice. I'm often belittled when I speak up about ableism in fandom - that's kind of what the post was about - and so I had low expectations for how this would go over, but it warms my heart to see the notes on this post go up. I want everyone to know that it really does make a difference when you read and share posts like these, because it makes at least one disabled person feel more welcome in the fandom.

you guys totally free to reblog the base post instead of this addition. i've said a lot of words here and the whole point of the original post was to be simple and approachable - i think sometimes presenting the basic idea in a way people will understand is more important than getting across every nuance. I wouldn't mind this version getting spread around a bit among people who already saw the first part though.

This was made by a friend of mine, who would like to remain anonymous.

[akehoshimystar]

Mao SSR

A New Friendship

Part 1

Ito: (Reports really reveal the personality of the person who wrote them...)

As I was sorting the submitted data into folders by month…. There was a knocking sound.

Mao: Good work. I bought some cookies, so feel free to have some.

Ito: Really? Thank you.

Then, I will... Ah, but I think I'll read the report first. All that's left is those from Simulation Dept.

Mao: Sure. I'll go brew some coffee. You want some, Ito?

Ito: Um, well...

I hesitated, thinking it would be rude to ask him to go that far, but Mao-san continued as if it was nothing.

Mao: Since I’m going to get mine done anyway, don’t worry about it.

Ito: Then, I'll take you up on that offer.

Mao: That's too much of an exaggeration.

Mao-san smiled at me before I saw him off and get back to looking at the report.

Ito: (Ah, it’s a request for Mao-san. The client is... I think I've seen this name before...?)

(Ah, I knew it. She's Mao-san’s regular.)

The request this time was, "I have an appointment with an important friend, and I would like him to accompany me to check out a cafe I'm interested in. Please coordinate the day."

Ito: (I heard about this cafe from Mika-san before, "It seems to be popular recently, so let's go and inspect our competitor", he said.)

(Oh, there's also a boutique nearby. Considering its location, it does pique my interest.)

Mao: .….Sorry to keep you waiting. It's still hot, so be careful.

Ito: Thank you. Oh, I was just reading your report.

Mao: Was the information enough?

Ito: As far as I see, I spotted no flaw at all.

The information provided but Mao-san’s report is really precise, I think I learned a few things from you.

Mao: Buttering me up won’t get you anywhere…… Or so I thought.

Mao-san suddenly remembered something and searched his pocket, before placing something that resembles ticket on the table.

Ito: This logo... is it from the boutique that was in the report?

Mao: They're holding a pre-sale soon, and I got an invitation. If you're interested, do you want to come with me?

Ito: Really? If you’re fine with me, I’d love to.

Actually, I have been interested in it when I saw this shop in the report.

Mao: That would be perfect. But... since this is not about work, let’s go on our day off.

Ito: That’s totally fine.

Mao: ...Then let's make plans right away

Ito: (Mao-san seems to be curious about something...)

(But I guess it’s nothing I should be concerned about.)

Part 2

The following week, Mao-san and I went to the boutique with the invitation in hands.

Mao: I think Ito would look great in this dress. Wearing it casually could work as well. Highly recommend.

This one... With this material, you probably can wear it for one season. If you’re fine with that, I'd suggest putting it on the list. You can wear it alone without adding anything and it will still complement you.

Ito: (In the blink of an eye, the number of the try-on list is growing...!)

Now that we’re here I'd like to try on some clothes with a different style than usual…. Not only did Mao-san respond to my whimsical remark, but he also continued to pick out items for me, and giving me advice while imagining how I would wear them.

Ito: (It's no wonder he has such a high rate of repeat customers with this perfect escort.)

Mao: I think we’ve browsed through the whole store now. How about trying them on in order?

Ito: Sure. First off...

(Hmm, was this one here earlier?)

Mao: What's wrong?

Ah, that sheer shirt. Not too shabby, I like the design too.

Ito: I think it really suits you, Mao-san.

Mao: And I think it would look good on you, Ito. It would go well with the skirt you saw in a magazine before.

Ito: ...You really watched me closely.

(Mao-san got a good memory, observation skills, and fashion sense.)

(They say nobody is perfect and we all have our own shortcomings…. But didn’t God grant him too many talents?)

Mao: I just remembered it because I thought it would make a great topic of conversation.

Ito: (Ah, he was also given communication skills...)

Mao: So, should I put this shirt on the list?

Ito: Oh, no. I've had plenty enough. Instead, I'd like to put this in Mao-san’s basket.

Mao: Really? Then I'll try it on. Let’s see what bottoms go well with this...

Mao-san looked around the store happily.

Ito: (I’m glad.)

I felt a little relieved seeing that I wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

Part 3

Mao: We really bought a lot.

Ito: Yeah. But it’s the weight of happiness.

Since then, we'd been to a few shops, and the number of our stuff got so big that we had to hold them in both hands.

Ito: By the way, there’s a cosmetics shop near the cafe. Shall we stop by there on the way home?

Mao: Let’s save that for another time. It would be bad to drag you along with that number of shopping bags.

Ito: I'll be fine. Shinkai-san and others have trained me. I've gained some strength as a result.

Mao: I know, Soyogu even praised you for having good muscles. Although I cut the conversation with him short because I thought it would be quite troublesome.

Ito: What do you mean...?

Mao: I had a bad feeling that he’s going to ask, “Mao-san, how about joining us?”

Well, I know he means well.

Ito: ……..

Mao: What's wrong?

Ito: Ah, sorry for being quiet all of a sudden.

I think I understand why people want to request Mao-san again.

Mao: Does that have something to do with what I said earlier?

Mao-san shrugged his shoulders and reached for the teacup.

Ito: I just feel like you’re really observant of people, and I've learned a lot from that.

Mao-san looked a little surprised by what I said.

Mao: ……..

Ito: Mao-san?

Mao: Oh, yeah.

I was having a good time today just like any other day, so I was a bit surprised to hear that.

Nevertheless, I'm glad Ito had fun too.

Ito: Yes, I really have a great time today.

Mao: I guess it was worth it to ask you to make some time for me on your day off.

Mao-san's cool expression was painted with a smile that seemed somewhat amused.

Ito: (Make some time on my day off, huh.....)

Mao: since this is not about work, let’s go on our day off.

Ito: (I see. So he was worried about the fact that it was a day off.)

I actually love the idea of spending my day off with you like this.

Mao: In that case, Ito-san, I shall look forward to your request of me once again.

Mao-san raised his teacup as if toasting. I also picked up mine and shook it gently in response.

Ito: Yes. I’ll be in your care.

[marthfador]

Reminder that if you can't get the energy or mindset together to do literally anything but one single thing during the day, make that thing cleaning your teeth. One way or another. Even if it's just a swish with mouthwash or a quick dry brush. Take care of your dang teeth.

Broke? Imagine how much more broke you'll be when one of your teeth snaps in half and you have to have some emergency dental work! Imagine living with teeth rotting so badly that it hurts to eat anything- do you think you can get the nutrition you need plus being able to afford being picky about what you eat? If you're too tired to brush your teeth, do you think you'll suddenly develop the energy to cook everything you ever eat down into mush you'll be able to gum down to avoid dental pain?

Not to even mention the emotional toll of just having bad teeth. If you've ever looked in a mirror and thought "um my teeth look a little yellow :/" or w/e, now imagine them rotting out of your head and looking in the mirror. Then just the emotional toll of being in constant pain, being unable to eat things and fully enjoy them, etc etc. Then of course let's not forget the perception of others. We don't want to think about how people judge on appearance, but they do! If you're applying for a job you really need, will you feel confident with rotten teeth? Do you think that will have an effect on how the hiring manager may see you? Something else to consider!

I know that upkeep of anything at all can be taxing. If you're already struggling to keep alive, it feels like such a chore to do anything else at all, but believe me that it's something that'll be better for you in the long run! Dental issues are perhaps one of the most expensive issues to have! A lot of work places offer some sort of health insurance these days, but not all include dental! Just the fact dental insurance is separate on its own should be a clue!!

Again- do what you can. Ideally? Brushing, flossing, mouthwash. Don't feel like you can manage the effort? Try at least swishing a couple times with mouthwash. Hate brushing in general for texture? I've heard others recommend a washcloth! I used to have 'travel toothbrushes' that were basically toothpasted-up sponges on a stick that were actually pretty pleasant to chew on lol. Hate the taste of toothpaste? There's plenty of other flavors out there, plus even tooth powder for those that hate the texture! (There's actually kids toothpastes with just as much fluoride and whatnot as adult toothpastes and taste much nicer! I use Mio and so far have tried their orange mint and sakura flower flavors and they help my tooth sensitivity!!) While I haven't had as much luck with adult mouthwashes that don't taste gnarly, the kids mouthwashes are just as well! Remember going for alcohol-free to reduce burn! Hate flossing? Try another way! I personally find the picks easier to use, but even then I'm not fond of flossing so I got myself a water pik. It gets gunk out from between my teeth plus massages my gums! (Actually what made me think of this post- my gums are sensitive since I've not pik'd in a while and bled some when I tried again tonight! Oop! It really is SO EASY to fall behind!)

All in all- don't skimp out on taking care of your teeth! They don't come back!! If you can, talk to your dentist about any and all reservations you may have and they'll help you try to find ways to keep your teeth healthy. If you can't, talk to friends and find forums online to see if anyone else has found solutions to similar issues! Literally, if you do only one single thing in a day, make it taking care of your teeth!!!

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 24

*Warning Adult Content* SUGAR🥊 🥊PUNCH

Seeing Theo with a new haircut and wearing clothes that looked more like him, I couldn't help but think how good he looked now.

Hell, even when he wore those crap t-shirts with his bed hair, I thought he still looked good but now, I could clearly see his face and every single beauty mark and freckle I didn't notice before today.

All he needed was that hair cut to see that Theo was a good-looking guy, shy, timid and not always present in the moment but either way, he looked more confident to me, with his head held high.

I really wanted to kiss him, if not for the people surrounding us.

"Is this really, okay?" Theo whispers as I look down to see what he was talking about.

We were in a sports shop and after persuading him to join 'No Limits' again, I thought it was time he had his own gym clothes, instead of lending the hand me down gym clothes I gave him, that were a size too big for his skinny body.

"Yeah, don't worry about it." I couldn't help but laugh. "How do they feel?"

No outfit was complete without the perfect trainers and Theo had picked out a pair of Nike white and red trainers that were similar to the ones I wore at the gym, he was currently standing up to walk around in them.

"Um, they're good, I think?" he mumbled, a blush on his cheeks.

We've only been out together for an hour and so far, he's said the same thing to everything he's tried on 'they're good, I think' I was sure if he said those words again, I'd lose my mind on him.

"We'll take them," I tell the staff worker, a girl the same age as Theo.

She nods her head shyly as Theo takes them off and hands them to the girl, then starts to put his beat-up trainers on that he brought with him from his house.

"Maddox, isn't this too much?" Theo asks, as I shrug, Theo following behind me as I walk to pay for everything we bought.

What I've spent on Theo in the past two hours was nothing compared to what I spent on clothes, if anything at all, from all the sponsors I have giving me free clothes, shoes and gifts, with the money I had, it didn't even make a scratch in my bank account.

Since I persuaded Theo to join the gym again, I made a note to buy things he would need for training when I'm not there, all these things will come in handy when he works out, which I know it's something he's invested in.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, using my card to pay for the young girl behind the counter, whilst noticing the time on my smartwatch.

"I have thirty minutes before I need to drop you off, we can grab a bite on the way to Chris'."

Theo stood timidly and despite being uncomfortable with me in public, especially when people stopped me to shake my hand and ask for a selfie, he kept his composure and silently watched, instead of walking away embarrassed.

Even now, Theo was holding it in but I knew what he really fought from the look on his face, as much as he tried to hide it.

I never thought I'd find it amusing after seeing how jealous a guy can get, definitely over me, I hated when girls got clingy and jealous from the times I used to mess around before I got professional, I always ignored it then.

Theo was the jealous type too, that much was obvious from the young girls' stares and using every given opportunity to touch me, I let it happen just to see his little nostrils flare as he glared at the poor girl.

Look at me, almost thirty and I love a guy getting clingy over me.

I was glad I asked him out this morning, I felt like after last night I needed to calm down before I did something I would regret, like find out where this Eric lived and beat the shit out of him in front of his family.

Man, last night I had never been more ready to knock a kid on his ass and after spending time with Theo alone, I couldn't see why this Eric would target Theo in the first place, just because he was too much of a coward to admit his feelings.

I'm not Eric, although I don't know what I want with Theo, I wouldn't hurt him, just looking at him all happy and carefree makes me feel like a decent human being and spending time with him set my mind at ease, unlike the days before I got involved with him.

Walking with Theo out the store to where I parked my car in the carpark, I really didn't want to go train, for the first time in my life I just wanted to go home and do nothing, spend time with someone.

Unlocking the car, I put his stuff in the back, then I get into the driver's seat and close the door, as does Theo as he sits next to me.

"Seatbelt," I tell him as he nods his head.

How would this even work, if I started dating this guy?

I've not been in a relationship since Pixie, not to mention I'm well known in the sport, coming out gay would cause waves I wasn't sure I was ready to ride, not because I was afraid but because I didn't know if I was gay or if Theo was either and whatever we felt for each other was just a fling of sorts.

It didn't feel that way and I was sure I wasn't gay, only Theo got me hard, thinking of doing it with another guy felt disgusting to me, like being forced to drink cheap wine, it just didn't do anything for me.

Fuck, I like him, something about him made me happy and it annoyed me that I couldn't make up my damn mind.

I like having sex with him and spending time together but as soon as we label this shit, then it's real and that's when I can't protect him from what will come.

The press, the fans, fuck I don't even want to get started on strangers coming up to him with harassment, I've seen it happen more than once, gay, straight, shit, it didn't matter.

Was he ready for that?

"Are you sure you'll be alright at Chris'?" I asked him, glancing at him as we hit a red light.

"Hmm?"

He turns from the window to look at me.

"Yeah, If you say it's fine... I'm sure I won't be there for l-ong, once I find my own place..."

I tap my finger against the steering wheel, the question right there, poking at me, screaming to come out and just ask him but the light went green and I had no choice but to focus on the road.

Maddox, you damn pussy.

"When is your fight?" Theo asks, as I see him from the corner of my eye looking out the window.

"In two weeks," I spoke. "It'll be in Vegas so starting today I'll be training every day instead of four days a week, so just a heads up, it might be hard to get hold of me but if you need me just throw me a text."

Theo went quiet in his seat and once I pulled into a drive through for subway, I felt this scratching feeling inside of me that wouldn't go away.

"What do you want on your sandwich?" I asked him, pulling up to the order window.

He looked at me with a frown, before his nervous eyes went to the menu in front of us, clear panic on his face as I stared in amusement as he tried to find and pick something.

"Um, I don't really..." he stutters, before looking at me.

"I'll get you my usual," I said, before ordering for us, not missing the way Theo sighed out and relaxed in his seat, almost like he tried to make himself sink into the seat as he turned his bright cheeks away from me.

After ordering the food and collecting the sandwiches, I drove over to Chris's apartment in the city to drop Theo off before I drive down to the gym to train, the scratching feeling only getting worse the closer we got to Chris's apartment.

Fuck it, I'm going to ask him, what's the worst that will happen?

I'm not a teenager anymore.

Once I parked the car in the underground apartment parking and both Theo and I are on the elevator, I turn to him and take a deep breath out.

"Theo?"

Theo turns and looks at me, holding his bags in his hands and looking tired from shopping.

"Yeah?" he asks, his shy eyes meeting mine.

"Let's date," I come out and say it, hating the feeling of my heart race rising and my hands suddenly sweating.

I don't get nervous, I don't get scared, so what the fuck am I so worried about?

He likes me, I was sure of it, so why... it wasn't like he'll reject me.

Fuck... now I wish I never asked.

Theo had been frozen in the same spot all the way to Chris' floor, with his eyes widened on mine, almost like I broke the guy.

His facial expressions changed rapidly, from what I could tell was from surprise, to confusion, to realization.

We reach Chris' apartment and I input the lock code for the door, once it was open, I held the door for Theo, who robotically walked past me and into the apartment.

I felt like my eyeballs were sweating but I knew if I blinked, I would miss something, I had to see if I wasn't the only one wanting this... relationship, this connection... I had to see for myself how he took it.

"Like..." his quiet voice spoke out in front of me as I closed the door behind me. "Like... boyfriends?" he asks, turning around to face me, giving me a clear view of just how red he is right now on his face.

Like boyfriends... Theo, you're making it very hard for me not to laugh at you right now.

"Yeah, but not just 'like boyfriends' but boyfriends," I say, stepping closer to him.

"I won't see anyone else is what I'm saying Theo, we don't have to throw a label on it right now but if you say yes and you want this, we'll go at your pace."

I wish I knew what Theo was thinking right now because to me it looked like he was ready to cry but I had to let him do this himself, I wasn't going to force or baby him into giving me a response, hell, if he didn't want this I would take it with a grain of salt and call it a day, no hard feelings.

Was I wrong to ask?

Am I being selfish right now?

Theo was a good person, he didn't know anything about me and as much as I've tried to stay away from him, to avoid him seeing the real me or learning too much that could cause him to never want to see me again, yet... I couldn't turn away from him.

I really was a bastard, what am I even doing?

I should just go and forget all about this.

"Sorry," I say, swallowing the dry lump in my throat. "I don't know what I'm..."

"I'm not saying no…. but the way I am right now, I can never stand beside you as your equal… I'm a nobody."

His voice was breaking, as his hands were wrapping around me tightly as I raised my arms and wrapped them around him, sighing out when I hear him start to cry softly in my chest.

It's... not a rejection but then why can't I feel happy about it either?

It felt like he was saying he wasn't good enough to be with me, which I knew was bullshit, I saw him as an equal, he didn't need to prove anything to me.

"Theo, why are you saying this?" I ask, stroking his back as I closed my eyes to calm myself down.

Theo didn't say anything else, other than hug me tighter, making me chuckle out as my watch starts beeping, a reminder that I should be making my way to the gym to train.

I pulled back from Theo and made him look at me by lifting his chin, I saw how his once pretty face was now wet with tears and his eyes were red from crying, he looked like a child who just got told off.

"You don't need to prove anything to me Theo, I wouldn't be here if I didn't see you as my equal, you don't have to be somebody you're not to please me, so never say that shit to me again," I tell him, as his bottom lip shakes.

Honestly, this guy.

I lean down and press my lips to his damp ones and wrap my hands under his ass to lift him up against me, making him put his arms on my shoulder for support as I deepen the kiss as I press his back up against a nearby wall.

I never thought he'd ever get me so frustrated before but after hearing what he thinks, it can only upset me to realize he thought like this the entire time, that he saw himself in such a dim lit light when he was next to me.

I saw his potential, his greatness the moment I laid eyes on him, that skinny, dorky kid who still can't hold eye contact with me, now if only Theo saw that in himself...

Ignoring the buzzing on my smartwatch, I groan out in frustration as I try and not grind myself against Theo, already reaching my limit just from a simple kiss from his lips.

I really am weak, what the hell is this guy even doing to me?

"I need to go," I say putting him down slowly, my lips still near his as I look at him.

"This isn't over, Theo," I say, moving slowly away from him, as I saw the flicker in his eye and the small smile on his lips.

I really don't want to go but I don't have a choice, this is the best I will get for now, which is more than I deserved.

"I'll call you."

"Okay," he says quietly, as I opened the front door, smiling at him, all flustered and shy.

"Happy Birthday, Theo," I tightly say, before I closed the door behind me.

Suddenly, the door flung open and almost knocked me by the force of it as Theo comes rushing out as he reaches out and grabs my jacket as his wild eyes focus on me, holding me in his gaze.

"Yes," he says confidently, despite how nervous he looked. "I won't see anyone else either, just you."

A smirk escaped my lips as I nodded my head, a new warm feeling washing over me as I stare at Theo, taking the leap with me instead of staying on the side-lines and wondering.

Fuck it all, we were both in it now and there was just no way going back, Theo was a weakness and I was all for it because I knew that there would be no running away from me, not again and not with Theo.

If only he knew how much I was falling for him too, maybe next time I'll get a chance to tell him...

Next time, I'm not going to hold back. 

[thegeminisage]

im playing zelda as much as i possibly can today since for once i have a bit of free time

ooooh this is mine cart land!! the thing with the three goron brothers...ugh my besties

they only wanted me to get 5 or more but i got 11! seems like a weird number, were there some i missed?

there's a similar minigame to this in mario sunshine which is 10000x harder. speaks to the value and smoothness of the gyro controls

they give me arrows before i play but like. um. i actually buy arrows at every single store. so. i have 590 of them....................

aww kabetta's striking out on his own to do a course up on death mountain!! im literally keeping my eye out!!!!

YOOOO when i wear my ruta helm yunobo wears it too!!! wtf!!!!

EMBER HEADDRESSSSSSS THIS IS SICK! ITS FUCKING DRAGON HORNS!!!!!!

whoa, i found a secret room with yunobo's diary...little surprises like this are so nice especially since i know every single thing about the story and ending from here on out already

YOOOOO its zelda...hold on drop EVERYTHING im gonna go farming. rip babygirl

you know, i take back everything i said about them having fucked dragon farming. sitting on a dragons back for 10m and looking at how beautiful the world is actually fucking rules. i wish i had the patience to do it for more than 2 cycles, but in a way it's better that i don't bc seeing them is more exciting! i was so so so so so skeptical, but it actually feels a lot more real and enjoyable than just mindless camping and shooting over and over, even though it's less predictable...

hyrule castle looks so fuckin spooky from here. i could just glide right over. don't wanna not gonna

oh my god oh my god oh no we're getting. bestie. babygirl. WE ARE GETTING SO CLOSE TO A FLAME GLEEOK U DON'T HAVE TO WORRY BUT I DO...........

maybe we're so far under it that it won't notice me 😭 i didn't realize they just fly around sometimes!!!

danger passed, got my second item, back 2 death mountain

actually no wait i need to refill my control sticks first. im down to like 5 or 6

ok, in doing that i realized there's a ton of sky shrines i activated but haven't done....

but let me not get distracted from death mountain lol. i'm so close

came across a freak korok seed. im sure i have the correct solution but the little bastard wont show itself...

i finally hit 999 brightbloom seeds again lol. this game..........

okay i have OFFICIALLY cleared out death mountain! aside from sidequests and that one freak korok seed. i've just got kakariko and that little nowhere-corner of the typhlo ruins to go on this side of the map 😤 aaaaaaaaaaa

[cuntkinghorr]

I'm so glad I am coming to the age men should, theoretically, stop paying attention to me. And to speed up this effort I wear baggy clothes. I fart and spit and cuss like a soldier on leave.

I don't wear makeup. I don't pander to pandantic idiots. I give out some serious sarcasm and critical accessments (tough love) or, at best, a bunch of passive aggression. I tell any man within earshot how much I hate them, should the subject come up. Which seems quite frequently, truth be told.

I mean I'm not sure what else to do to detract them from me. Carry a dead 4 day old fish in my pocket and have everyone assume it's my pussy?

I mean if thats what it takes. It's worth a try. Or do women who smell bad get taken to jail? I've heard of such hygiene nonsense but they went to the shrink tank and got serious meds and/or lobotomies.

They were real passive after that. And who knows who bathed them then. You're guess is better than mine. I'm the crazy stupid one here, everyone says. Remember?

And I can't say I want to disagree when it keeps everyone far fucking away from me. The fish will help with that considerably though. Right?

I'm hoping so at least. Then I can start acting "normal" again. Could still get me caged. Humans are such brutal, violent, evil little idiot fucknuggets.

God bless um❣️🙏🏽💋❤️‍🔥

Plus when you agress or deny men, they are even more apt to be vengefully fucking abusive and snively, douch-filled and slimey-assed cunts.

Gotta love this endlessly horrid world. No other choice really. Not a good one that I can see, at least.

And I'm so tired of advocating for people's death, or the end of the world, and the end of capitalism, corporatism, religious insanity, male-centric living.

Let's just continue enduring the raping, pillaging and plundering with aplomb, grace and gratitude. Maybe pass around more lube please. Add it on to medicaid for free. I hear men love using that shit and slather it generously when they take it up the asshole.

But hey.... I am just a bitter old cunty hag.

Maybe you could understand how I see things a bit better later on....

because when and if you ever get to be like me and the world has purposely and jovially bent you over with absolutely no lube enough times and left just you for dead....

it starts to really sting a little.

But hey...

ending mankind isn't the answer here.

Right? I get it.

That is just as insane as when I advocated for love and compassion. When I advised a look at our souls and an opening of our hearts. Such stupid and crazy shit that no one understands or wants or does or seems to need.

And not that it even matters really. Because no one listens. No one cares.

So why the fuck should I?

Live and seek legal revenge.

That's my new life mission.

Along with:

Don't make yourself vulnerable. Don't give without taking annotations to the losses involved. Don't love, because most are unworthy of such a beautiful thing. Don't trust, because people are incapable of being given that responsibility. And don't expect anything because no one takes any accountability or puts in any real effort if it doesn't usually benefit them first.

But what do I know? Hell is alwfully pretty during the fall. And it just started raining. Plus I can now wear big baggy sweaters. And this way I can hide the fish better too.

“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”

— Mandy Hale