#veiwpoints

[sadalmostlesbian]

You know who doesn’t get enough appreciation? Like virtually none?

This mf man right here. Anyway this is my Boggs appreciation post because he is def one of my top ten original trilogy characters.

[breathtakingdestinations]

Madeira - Portugal (by Florian Meißner)

[buildingunderstanding]

Don't mind me, I just need to ramble for a minute.

I was just watching this video about who the concept of monotheism isn't actually in the Bible like I was taught, and I've seen several break downs about how the concept of the trinity isn't really an accurate idea.

Now, I was taught which verses to use as evidence for the trinity, and there was often a stress on being able to prove my beliefs, didn't matter what it was if I believed something about the Bible then I needed to be able to prove it with the Bible. I was also taught that the concept of the trinity was beyond human understanding and it was a concept that just needed to be accepted by faith. That while it could be proven through specific verses, it wasn't a concept that our human minds could fully understand and just needed to be accepted by faith.

This has made the shift to Norse Paganism specifically...almost comical? For example, I remember watching another video, that was discussing Loki and how examining different texts and different kennings for Loki, it's reasonable to draw the conclusion that Loki is actually Lođurr in the Voluspa.

Is this idea absolutely proven? No. Do I choose to believe it anyway? Yeah.

Because I was taught that I don't have to fully understand something to believe it.

The way I was taught faith and a lot of things about religion and whatnot from the church wasn't great. But it did teach me something things that have helped me adjust to this new way of faith.

I was taught that personal experiences with the Christian God and Jesus were evidences of their existence. By that logic, personal experiences with other deities are also evidence for their existence. Yeah, there are still things that I trip over now and again, like being taught that Satan is always looking for opportunities to deceive people, but if I can accept praying that I'd get home safely and seeing a rainbow as a sign from God that my prayer would be answered, then I can accept my interactions with Loki as real too.

The church messed me up in a lot of ways, but teaching me that sometimes you just have to accept things by faith wasn't one of them.

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

It's interesting that you wanted to gain weight once you realized you're trans, because for me it was the opposite lol i wanted to get as skinny as possible to lose the "girly" shape yk? But getting bigger is valid too, tho in my case ut would probably make my dysphoria even worse

I had the opposite problem bc my whole life I was told that to be girly I had to stay skinny but I really didn't want to be skinny so it pissed me off and I couldn't figure out why then it all js sorta clicked into place 😭😭 I don't have dysphoria over my body really bc I like it alot even if it is very "feminine" my body doesn't define my gender I'm pretty loose with that stuff yk I'm a man bc I feel like one not bc I look like one, that being said I do wish I was more manly but being 5'4 and very petite I sorta had to let that go

[satisfactionbroughtmeback]

Danny stared at Ra's. Danny stared at the baby. This entire infant and now the second child of his created without his knowledge or consent.

At least this one was young enough to have not suffered as much damage. He had destroyed the first and largest Lazarus Pit a bit under 2 years ago and this child looked maybe a bit under a year. Or just over a year? He had not had enough time to pay attention with attacks happening during the unit for baby care in high school, and he could now say for certain the flour sack had not prepared him for this. Hopefully Frostbite would be able to help because otherwise he had no idea how he was supposed to figure out how to take care of an extremely liminal child not yet capable of expressing its desires.

"Yeah, no. I came here to close the portals and no, creating a baby me will not give you a weapon that will be able to open them again. How long have you even been planning this? And how did you get the material needed? Did you think I wouldn't be coming back to check my work when I noticed Realms energy that shouldn't be there? Just... what the fuck man."

Ra's glowered furiously. "You stole my pits! You had no right! And I will get them back. If it necessitates the creation of a child to remake them, so be it. You left through similar portals after destroying my property! Do not expect me to believe that they cannot be remade!"

Danny held the child closer. It's eyes were wide but they weren't fussing yet, thankfully, despite the shouting. "Portal creation is an extraordinarily difficult and rare ability! Even if you managed to create an exact clone, which this child clearly is not, they would not have been able to recreate those cesspools you were using."

Ra's expression, disconcertingley, lightened. "Maybe not for a being of your limited intellect, but I have worked to remedy the issue. Young Timothy may have refused to be my heir but I have ample genetic material and something with your abilities and his brilliance will no doubt be able to solve the issue. But further discussion is unnecessary. You are correct that the creature you are holding fell short of expectations but my research has found a way to contain your kind and I will be able to make better versions soon enough. Shadows!"

Phantom darted backwards scanning the surroundings as the ninjas he had seen previously at the locations he had been to destroy the faulty connections to the Infinite Realms filled the room. Ritual markings for bindings lit up the walls and floor and Danny was horrified to see one of the individuals kneel at cult leaders feet only for Ra's to slit the man's throat to power the binding. "What the hell are you doing!"

"Containing something that has caused enormous harm to my organization on a degree almost as destructive as the Detective. Fitting that a combination of the two of you will be used to bring it back to, and greater than, it's previous glory!"

The bindings grew stronger and settled into their final configuration. Phantom settled with eerie stillness in the center. Then the shadows cracked around him.. ̸͚̈"̵̨͖̤̓̆͐H̶̦̳̍̈̑ȧ̴̝d̴̩̀̓ ̸̤͕͖̽̌y̸̹̐̈́o̴̼̎̏̚ŭ̷̮̹͌ ̴̧̰͑̇͝a̵̞͑͛͘c̴̡̦͖̚c̵̡̝̯̈́̏ē̷̡͎̣̂p̵͉̻̻̅͒̄ṱ̸̛̮̿e̸̗̱͐d̵͕͊ ̸̟̬̬̋l̷͊́��̜̹o̴͉̚s̶̲͇͔̓̄͒ȉ̴̭̑̓ͅn̸̯̮̣̅͗͘g̶̢͖̼̐̓̊ ̵̤̙̚ț̷́h̴̪̦̓é̸̪ ̵̘̻̋̋h̶̡̼͉͆ǫ̴̰͗́l̴̡̲̚ď̸̺ ̴̪̼̄͒o̷̖͗̋́f̴͓̳͒̑͜ ̵̣͕̠̾̚ţ̸͗͝h̴͈͗̑͑e̵̡̨̻͝ ̷̫̈́͜Ȋ̷͉̭ͅṉ̶̚f̶̖͖͚̐i̴̪̇̉͠ǹ̵̬í̸͉̐ͅt̶̳̭͋̂ȩ̵̘͒̆̄ ̷̪͒R̴̹̠̩̂̃e̵͎̺͑͠a̴̯̱͂͝ļ̴̮́̂̽m̶̼̬͆̿͌s̵͍̓ ̵͚̆́̚w̴̯͛e̸͓͊́ ̴̠̦̏̿̚w̸̟͗̋o̵̮̐̅û̶̡l̷̡̼͍̐̈́ḋ̷͍̖ ̸̛̣̍̆h̴̻́a̸̽̓͝ͅv̶͉͈̊͆e̸̺͊̈́̿ ̸̺͇͔̅͆̿n̷̻̙̬̾͊̾e̵̙͝v̸̖̘̿̏̚ͅḙ̷̙̭̏r̴̬͓̻̉̔̎ ̵̨͉̽̈́̓ͅn̴̢͎̓͋͝e̶͙͒͒ḛ̸̮̹͒̈d̷̤̯͋͝͝e̵̺̗͗ͅd̷̠̝̜͆͆ ̶̟̹̂͒̈t̵͇͎͋̆o̵̢̠̗͆͝ ̶̧͎͖̋͂m̵̛͔̟é̶̹̮̈́͐e̶̯͑t̶̩̑̏ ̵̇ͅa̵͎̪͔͝g̷̻͗̉͊a̸̫̐̾͝i̸̗̇ņ̸̮̍ ̶̦͈̖̑̉̿ö̶̞́͝ṇ̶͉̰̔ ̴̢̹̭̓̇͠t̵̼̘̑͒͜h̷͓̻̋ͅe̷͕̾̒̉ ̵̳͇̌M̶̙̦͔̉͌o̵̥͎̤̾r̷̯͗̾̕ͅṫ̸̤̈́̈́ä̶̧̻̹́̇ĺ̸̠̭͌̈́͜ ̸͈͛̚P̶͉̩̗̈́̃͌l̸͔̘͎̀͐͗ă̶̠͈̈̈́n̵̞͉̱͘e̷̘̍.̵̼̟̥̽̂̃ ̵̘̘̿U̵̗͐͠ͅn̴͎̊f̶̛̬͙̃o̵̧͎͓͆r̸̯͕͍͌t̸͙̾̈́̎ͅǘ̶͙͎͉̃́ṉ̷̆ͅa̶̖͍̗̔̈͝t̶̨͈͗ę̴̣̌̒l̸͙̹̓y̶̝̰̺̿̂͂,̵̺͍͊͑̀ ̸̭̹̰̃͊̚y̷̺̭͝ö̴̯͚́ų̵̯̱̔͆͝ ̸̰̯̋͊͌h̸̢̪͖͆ā̶̩̣́v̶̳̼̍̾ͅe̵̯̞͆̔ͅ ̷͙͆͋c̷̢̱̺͂h̸̫̐o̸͍͕̓̋̕s̸̲̞͗̉é̵͓̮̀n̸̢̛̜̑͘ ̵̪̞̃͑t̴̪̽́̚ȏ̸̲͙͖̅ ̴̗͎̏͌c̶̗͊̒a̸͉̿ụ̷̋̊͘s̴̪͌͌̀e̸̯̹̾ ̶̞́̒̀m̷͚̓́̍e̷̢̅̀ ̷̟̿ẖ̶̔͝a̸̢̗̪̾̈́r̵͓̳̳͒̌m̵̘̳͓̀̅ ̴̼̚ä̴͙ͅn̶̰̘͇͝d̸̺̞̍́ ̴̝̅̂͠h̵̙͖̆̈́a̶̼͆̐͝ŕ̸̡̤̳m̵͈͔̰͆̈́̽ ̶̳͇̻̑a̶̮̪̓̈́ ̶̳̬̖̓͆c̶̞̈́͑͑h̶̛̖̣̟̀̾î̵̜̤̘l̶͈̱̉̽d̵̝̜̙͗̌.̵̲̍͝ ̶̝̑Ť̴̫̜̮h̷̗̆͗͂i̵̳̋̈́s̷̹͍̑͊ ̴̹̈͊̓ỉ̶̯͍s̸̫͋̐͗ ̴̝͍̝̆̿͆u̸̼̺̔́̇n̶̮̣̅̏f̶͕̮̪͂̌̈́o̶̳͉̮͒̃r̷͖̥̈͑̄ǵ̵��̤̼͐ḭ̸̘̥̄̈́̿v̵͓̏a̶̹͑̐́b̸̨̜͊l̸̙̟͕̓ę̶̀̀.̵̨̆"̶͙̅̿̕

Ice crept from the corners of the room and fractures of green light became apparent as Phantom's form warped, child still held safely against what had been his chest before his being had changed into an ever shifting nebula.

̷̧̛̖̗̜͒͋̉̓̒͑̑̄̓̚̚"̷̤͛͌͐͂̐Y̷̗̱̯̞͔̖̱͍̯̜̣͐̉̓͐̾̓͝o̴̡̡̨̝͓͖̭͓̗̣̮̰̞͚̰̺̿͗̐u̷̢̨̡̬̪̞̟̙̯͖͙̘̲̭͕͋͑̋͝ ̴̢̟̺̦̤͍̭̥̥͕̯̩̥̪̮̥͉̒̇̀́̑͘s̶̜͌̇̈́͂͋̆̅͊̃͌̑̚͝͠͠͠a̵̢̻̭̮͓͙̙̗̩͌c̶̨̡̠̤̞͓̥͖̞̗͙͉͆́́̓̐̈́̓̏́͆̄̄ͅŗ̶̜̳̤̠͇̦̰͕̭̼͙͈̟̹̙̪̓͋͗ì̴̡͈͈̀͐͒̈́̋̽̅f̸̠͓͕͕̼̣̦̲̗̙̰̮̱̙̳̏̔̐̃̈́̎̾̈́͜͜͝͝i̵̧̤̠͖̿͐̑̓̾͂̇͒́́̉̎͗͘͝ͅc̸̢̛̬̳̯̀̋̿̓̏̽͛̔̈͂̎ę̵̈́̀͐d̸̙͐͌͗̈́ ̵̛̳͗̌͆͑̽̿̑̒͗͂̅̕͝s̵̢̛͕̘̯̹̻̰͍͍̠̆́̈́̆̇̔̌̄̏̿͌̀̆͒̈́̊o̴̦̳̘̝͛̓̆̿m̷̥̠͔̻͙͖̖͕͇͈͙̹͉̅̓̐̋̔͗͋̄͑̓͛͗̊̆̕ͅé̶̢̻̖̲͖̈́̎̓͋̉̆̍̍̅̌͊̎͆͜͝o̶̜̅̋̌̏͑̄̎̐̾̇̓͑͌̓̊̌͘͠n̷̛͚͍̥̘̱̲̘̟̲̉̃̿̇̑̓̿͋̊̐́͆͘̕ë̶̢̻̬̙̖̬̪͇̝͇̘̫̙̬͚̪̪͚́͆̃͋̄̈̃̆̌͛̈̊͛͘͝͠͝͝ ̴̢̡̡̛̠̝̩̼͔̩̰̼̦̘̣͍̠͑͐̀͗̎̽͂͘ȉ̷̞͉̳̳̹̏̄̈́͝͝n̴̢̢̧̧̯͙͍̥̹̺̞̭̱̱̽͊̾̈͒͒̽ͅ ̷̳̣̱̳̟̥̎̄̒̔͛́͒̀̉̓̇̕̚͠͝͝a̶̡̢̙̞͈̹̠̜͓͚̠͈̦̰̓͑̌̓̄̋̊̐͑̉̓̀n̷̢̢̧̡̰͉̙̙̤̺̩̟̲̝̱̽͊̄̏͐͒͋͌̀͆̊̎̚͜ ̸̡̜̙͇͔̣̭̝̞̖̈́̀́͑͝ͅạ̷̢̯̙͍̹̦̳̤̫͙͆̽̂͛̌̿̈́̾͐̒͊͑̌̀̒ṱ̶̪͋t̵̛̛͉̭̳͕͉̟̔͂̍̚͜e̴̛͎̟͕̗̣̣̭̣̱͔͓̰̬̐͂̆̇͆̕m̵̡͙̱͎̬̮̠̾̀̈̇̍͂͗̏̋̀̍̍̕͝͝p̸̢͎̲̗̟̞͌̂̒̉̄͆͘̚t̵̡̗̬̲̞̫͈̜̺͍̫͂̆̋̐̑̌͊͊͠ ̶̛͚̜͚̯͔̼̼̍͒̓̓̾́̍̈́͗͌̈́́̄̓̍̕ṫ̵̞̋̈̓̅͆̏̾̓͐͑̓́̑̚͘ö̶̯̤̜̘́̚ ̵̧̮͉͇̦̤͔̠͉̺̹̝͈̝͙̖͐̈́͒͊͆́̎͒̾̒̚͠͠c̶̜̝͙͍͙͍͈̬͍̔̔͜ḩ̴͙̬͈̪͈̻͙̻̯̭̲͍̻̤̞͎͎̌͋͂̉̅̓̐̓̀͋͠a̶͉͙͍͈̼͔͎͇̫̫̭̝̪̒̂͝i̶̧̛̠͉̳͎̣͐͐̓̄̓͊̎̓̚͝ņ̸̡̡̛̼͉̲͇̗̄͌̃͗́͆̒̎̋̌̕͘͝ ̵̢̘̼͓̤͕͔̦͍̱̞̝͎̮̬̥̠̈́̏̈́̾͂̚̕m̵͒��̢̧̜̤̦̈́̅͒̌̓͒̓͜ȩ̴̨̢͚̥̘͉̲͉̙͇̮̳̰̦̱̔͜ ̷̛̼̪̮͉̰̰́̋̋̈̍̆̈̽͗̕a̵̩͓̯̤̼͉̰̦͍͔̻͔͋́͒̾̒͒̂ń̴̻̩̳̙̼̝̄̊̃͒̇͆ͅḑ̶̢̢̛͍̞͉̘̬̜͕̪̟͉̲̬̼̥̟͗̔͊͋̄̂͊̾̍̂́̿̃͘͝ ̶̳͉̬͍̮͓̟̹͌̃̽̾̀̏̑͛̈͝î̵̝̣̝̼̠̱̅͋͘̚͝t̶̢̰̲̼̩̬͕̗̘̺̑̏͂̆͐͂̄͂̚͝ ̷̼̄̂͗̆̉͂̿͊̉̓̈̑͆͂͋̚w̴̘̮̲͎̝͇̠̗̫͎͓̣̙͋̄͒̔́̏́̈́̈́̓̔̂̉̿͒͘͝ͅȁ̷̧̢̡͔̼͍̺̱͈͉͚̹͉̈́̓͑͂̑̓́͂̅͗̿̌͝ͅs̴̨̛͎̭̦̯̜̻͔͔̈́̓͋̆̇͗̃̽͑̅́̚ͅ ̷͎͕̲̤͔̬͖͎̙̎̓͋p̵͖̃̆̂̔͋̎̏͌͠͝ǫ̸̧̰͚̰͍̗̺̞̣̒͊͛̉̀͋̃̄͆̓̐͑͑͝͝i̶̢̼̱͙̱̘̘̠̣͚̙͙͙̤̙͕̻͍͊̂͌n̴̢̻̰̜͇͚̝̂̏͜͜͜ẗ̸̡͓̰͔͍͈͔͙̦͖̩́̽ļ̸̧̢̛̻̣͖̤̃͋̀͋̇e̸̡͍̰̹̯̱̯̫̹̼̹͍͗͆͒̚ș̷̊̀̽͒̌̋͂̔͛́͌͂̾ș̷̦͔̘̀̓́͂́̉͑͋́̃́͘͜ͅͅ!̴͍̜̤͎̯̠̥͙̀̈̿̿̈́̽̊͝"̵̭̻͑̉͑

Phantom's voice could no longer be considered human. It crackled like electricity. Like ice breaking. Like the sun as it burned.

"̴̥̞̘̠͉̠̬̞̗̻̝̫̥̘͔̟̣̪̫͈̘̟͈̯̺̞̎͋̐̌̽͗̓̽̀̕͝I̵̡̨̧̪̗̳̬̠̫̱͍̝̬̝̗̥̗͕̯͇͆̏͑̈́ ̶̝̥͕͔̫̪̳̥̜̠̘̫̹͇̋w̸̧̮̣̙͚͓̦͖͙̘̼͉͔̼̜̭̗̣͉̲̜͈̘͊̈̈̓́͊̔̕͜͜ͅi̵̢̢̲̼̭͙͙̥̪͔̣̭̥̤̤̠̯̩̭̗̭̠̳̘̤͙̇̃̒̏͜ͅͅl̴̡̡̢̳̘̖̟̻̥̲̤̼̬̫̺͎̣̗̭͉̩͍̱̞̼̈͊̒͂̑̐̽̂͗̍̈̐̚͘͜͜͠ľ̵̛͇͙̭̪͍̱̬̒̈̓̔͗̏̐̈́̎̋̈́́̓͐̽̈̄̅͘͘̕̕͝͝͝͝͠ ̸̡̡̠̼̤̯͙̳̣̤̼̰̗̣͗̽͊̓̑̾̈͂̐̾̅̚͘͠b̵̨̨̡̛̫͕̮̘̣̺̳̖̠̜̻̠̗̘̖̭̯̳͙̫̱̪̱̺̥̟͙̻̗̲̓̌̓̆̀́́̿͒̾͋̋́̽̊̀͌̈́̒̅̆̓͛̊͗̃͂̚͝͝͠͝͝ͅȩ̷̧͉͍̼͉̙̘͓̯̻̻̣̤̣̩̗̹̬̙̪̺̼͊̓͋́̈̊̑̒͛̔̾̐͑̊̂̕̕͜͝͠͝͝ ̷̛̮̠̜̼̌͌̏̀͐͛́̌̊̉̅́̈̓̏͝͠b̴̛͇̮͈̥̥̣̯̫̻̞̙̟̼̹̞̈́͂̅̍͛͑̆̅̆̂̄̈͛̅̄͌̂̂͜͝͝͠͠ͅą̴̛͍̳̰̰̩͓͇͕̳̠̭̠̜̦͂̊͊̏͐̀̓̇͝ĉ̵̠̰̣͈̘̰̞͈͎̙̖̖̰̬̬̪͐̈́̾͆͋͂̊̂̀̍̈́̏k̴̡̨͉̪͔͎̼̳̖͈̥̝̺̟̝̭̩̮̣̳̼̻̮̹͗̈́̔́̿͛̂͐̓̒̊͝͝͝͠.̶͒��̢̨͚͔͖̩͚̖̱̱̣͓̳͖̗̞͎̬̳̬"̵̢̢̛̙̦̝̘̣̳̖̤̯͖̜͖̙͓͖̤̹̹̖̎͛̽̇͊́̊̒̏̀̀͊̑̌̈̌̅͐̒̄͛͌̒̀͒͋́̐̑̈́̕͜͝͝ͅ

A portal opened behind him and the ritual shattered, room breaking around it.

The portal closed leaving nothing but rubble behind.

Project R au except Danny is not the clone.

Instead Danny gets Ras Al Ghuls attention after overhearing that the baby in the tube was made from a bunch of "Robins/detectives" and a little of Phantom himself and looks the guy in the eye before using his intangibility to grab the baby-still not breaking eye contact- and saying, "Mine now." before disappearing.

Danny comes home and explains the situation to his sister and parents and they welcome the new baby into the family with open arms. When asked why they took dna from Danny, Jack immediately jumped in with, "Because we're Fentons!" As if that was all the reason needed.

Elsewhere Ras tells the bats about the clonenapping, conveniently leaving out the part about Phantom also being one of the babys dads. The bats go a little crazy trying to find out where thier baby is and why some no name villian (cause thats what they believe he is due to what little media coverage Amity Park has on him) wants with thier baby.

Then they learn about the ghost thing and then the research. At first they didn't believe it because they had dealt with ghosts before and they were nothing like that. But the more they looked the more they realized these weren't the kind of ghosts they were used to...

[writingwisterias]

Chasing Cars

Post RE2! Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Implications of a broken home, Self-doubt, Worry about the future, Praise Kink, Makeup sex, Young love, Unprotected sex, Public Sex,

Based off the song Chasing cars by Snow Patrol

The walls always seemed too small in this place, in the home that you were supposed to be comfortable in. You were meant to feel safe, protected and loved that’s what all the teachers told you when you were younger. Made you write about everything you loved about the people you lived with, their best qualities are written in childlike handwriting decorated with a picture of everyone. No one told you what happened when it didn’t feel like that. When you trained yourself to listen to the footsteps on the stairs, your body tensed as your parents argued again. You knew what it felt like, to see your parents laugh and smile at the sight of the lies you wrote on the paper as you returned only for the guilt to wash over you knowing that they were lies. That you had to think harder than your classmates on things that were actually good. You were only young what were you meant to do? How could you escape? 

It cut deep every night as you lay looking at your ceiling, the glow-in-dark stars staring back at you from when you were scared of the dark. Now you were older they felt nostalgic, reminded you of the good old days. You spent your whole life being told that you were mature for your age and that you had your whole future laid out for you. That small girl had such big dreams and huge aspirations that you could never achieve. Maybe that’s all they belonged as - maybe that's what they were ever were. Dreams. Bittersweet dreams. The tap against your window was growing annoying now, that one branch you used to use to sneak out a reminder of your teens. Your supposed rebellious teenage years. Wasting your potential they always told you when you were caught, accused you of going to get pregnant if you kept hanging out with that boy. With Leon. 

The quiet kid that sat next to you in class. That was a shadow you could never quite escape until he disappeared two years ago. No message since the phone call he made saying he made it to Raccoon City, strange groans and explosions behind him. You assumed he died, it was the only reason he wouldn’t come back. To hold the promise of helping you leave with him. He left you trapped in this house without a future. Once 21 ready to leave, to escape the broken house you have been told to call home. Now 23 and staring at the bathroom mirror wondering where it went wrong as the clock struck 3 am. 

You washed your face with cold water as you, the refreshing shock providing nothing to improve you mood. Despite the time you left the bathroom and slipped on some shoes opting for a walk to see the sun rise. You knew as soon as you returned home a lecture was waiting for you about going out so late. It never mattered how old you were, not in this house anyway. The bitter air hit you as you opened the front door, the fresh air already loosening your shoulders as you began to walk. Muscle memory already kicking in as you move. You knew where you were going; the same place you always went every time you needed to think. The sound of the crashing waves calming you down, the sinking feeling of the sand providing you with something else to think of as you watched your hand disappear. You enjoyed the silence of the night, there was never anyone to bother you. The entire time blissfully aware of your feelings. 

The sound of the waves greeted you once you saw them, expertly stepping on the correct rocks that led to your usual spot. A small veiwpoint hidden by the larger rocks, one that no one ever went to due to having to climb to it. The hand holds gave you a familiar sting to your cold hands as you used them to hoist yourself up higher. The wind hides any sound you make, carrying it out to sea. 

You weren’t expecting the blue eyes staring at you when you reached the top. Not when they looked just as shocked to see you. He didn’t change much in the two years, his features were still the same as the day you last saw him. It felt like seeing a ghost as you sat looking at him, his voice calling your name but you didn’t hear it. Your fingers were afraid to reach out and touch him in case he would disappear. The tears were cold as they fell onto your cheeks, the wind instantly cooling them; blowing your hair to stick to them. “Leon?” You whispered. Guilt flashed his features as he gave you a small smile, he shouldn’t have left it so long before he saw you again. Perhaps he should have never returned, maybe you would have been better - safer - in this town. But even he knew you weren’t. 

His hand was warm against yours as he leaned closer afraid to scare you away like you were some skittish animal he had just found injured. He still smelled the same as he brought you into him. The jacket was real, the shirt was real. The heat from his skin was comforting, just like all those years ago when he hugged you for the first time. Where he helped you to this spot and stared at the stars with you. Your face grew into that same smile despite the sobs that left your lips. Your fingers clutching into the material of his jacket - you were surprised it didn’t rip. “I’m here” He mumbled against your hair, his cheeks pressed against it. He was here. After 2 years of leaving you behind he was back. In this little crappy town. His voice was deeper, croakier than you remembered it until you felt his tears soak into your hair.

“I tried to come back, I did. I really did” He chanted a sob breaking up each sentence. He smelt like home, you wished you figured that out before he had left you. You wouldn’t have washed the jumper he accidentally left at yours in hopes he was going to return and you could give it back. It smelt like you now, smelt like that house. He knew this because he could feel the material under your jacket, he watched you walk across the beach seeing it swamp your form. “I thought you died. You just disappeared” You whispered. At least you didn’t think he ran off and never came back. That he forgot about his promise to you. His heart cracked when you pulled away, his arms itching to keep you close to him. “I’m sorry”. 

That’s all he could offer you, he couldn’t explain what happened. Where he was all these years. Why his body became more toned, the muscles more defined underneath his clothes. He wanted to. More than anything. To give you an answer to any question you had - to wipe away all of the doubt you gained on him but he had nothing to offer you. Not if he wanted to keep you safe. 

You sat next to him fully, your thighs touching as you stared at the ocean. The waves crash against the rocks in front of you. The seafoam landing is just a few spaces away from you. His hand held onto yours, warming up your cold fingers as you both just stared. Like you always did, probably like you always will do. This was what Leon was to you, the rock that the waves crashed against. Never moving or budging no matter how bad the storm was. It was poetic the sea was calmer tonight like his return finally cleared the storm you had been inside for the past two years. “What happened?” 

He flinched at your question, his body tensing next to yours as he thought of an answer. Leon knew you would ask he supposed it was only fair. There was no news coverage of the situation, it was all covered up by the government. He knew that. It was always just a freak accident that he survived. Everyone else called him lucky but to him, it felt like a curse. That rookie cop died that night. He died that night, changed and moulded into the soldier the government needed. A pawn before they bought in the big guns. “I had an opportunity to join a boot camp, I was sent before I could contact you. I’ve just finished the course” 

It was a cheap lie but you could see a truth behind it somehow. The way the tension never left his body was proof enough. Whenever you could see the lie or not you didn’t let him know; allowing him to believe whatever he wanted. Your head landed on his shoulder, seeking the comfort he always gave willingly and always will give you. “What about you? I didn’t expect you to still use this spot” 

“Where else would I go?” 

“The other side of the beach? I don’t know” 

He always made you smile and forced a chuckle out of you when you didn’t feel like it. “Is the house the same?” He asked. It was your turn to tense at the reminder of your home, the one full of people who always felt too loud. You spent most of your days forgotten about, hiding away in the safety of your room. His mixtape he made you play through your Walkman. It was the only way you could live through it as the piggy bank filled up with the money you needed. “Never changed” You replied bluntly. Leon nodded, his arm falling onto your shoulder pulling you close to him. 

You weren’t teens anymore, shying away from the love that was always between you. Not when you lifted your head and looked at him. His eyes stared into yours, scanning your face like he had forgotten what it looked like and he never wanted to do it again. Each new wrinkle, scar or blemish you had gained he wanted to remember. In case he never got the chance to again. Leon wasn’t sure what the future held for him anymore. He wasn’t sure he could help you escape your home like he promised. It pained him. Your friendship and young love blossomed on the idea of forever together. 

The dreams you both spoke of under the stars might never come true. If only he had stayed and opted to keep his jeep parked down the road so your parents couldn't see that he had snuck in through your window. Faced the arguments of your wasted potential with you. You were both forced to grow up so young, relying on each other to get by as you faced different nightmares. You can see he has changed. His eyes were laced with the sleepless nights he had been getting.

His lips were softer than you remember as you pressed your own against them. His hand cradled your face as he deepened it. Savoured the taste of you in fear he never could again. You climbed onto his lap, feeling him harden beneath you, the fabric moving as it strained against him. Your fingers laced through his hair, smiling at how soft the strands were. He broke the kiss first pulling back with tear-filled eyes and a smile. “I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to do this again” He whispered, his forehead landing on yours. You wondered what broke him, what hurt him so deeply. You craved answers, wanting to plead and beg them from him but he was hurting. Maybe someday he would tell you. 

You didn’t reply, your lips found him again instead. Passion heating the kiss, the embers of your love now burning bright as it rekindled. You threw your head back as he began trailing kisses down to your neck. The heat inside you burned hot as you felt him continue to twitch with his need. His passion. His fingers were rougher than they used to be as he slid them up your jumper and shirt. Goosebumps rose as he moved them towards your breasts, cupping the mounds gently. His touch was always so gentle - so tender. You felt him shift, his hands pulling away just for a moment as he shed his jacket before he laid it on the ground. Leon gently moved you helping you ease onto your back. 

He smiled above you, his eyes twinkling with that same excitement he did the first time you did this. You couldn’t help but smile back. Nostalgia swirling between the two of you. His touch was gentle and tender as he began to remove your shirt and jumper. You let out a sharp inhale as your skin was exposed to the sea air, the chill seeping in quickly. You got to see his changes as he pulled his shirt off, his abs tensed as he too was exposed. Leon flinched as your hand ran up them, chasing the defined lines. Proof of his training. “What’s this?” You asked when you reached the scar on his shoulder. The bullet he took for the woman that betrayed him, used him in a vulnerable state. “Gun miss fire moved someone out of the line of the bullet. Just not myself” He spoke. All of his answers were half-truths, hidden lies amongst them. 

“Why are you lying Leon” You asked, concern lining your features. “What really happened?” 

He was caught off guard by your bluntness, his mind wanting to keep you safe but his heart needing to let someone know. For someone to hear him out and comfort him after everything he had seen. It didn’t matter how much he showered, or how much the sea spray caught his back right now he would never feel clean. The blood of the zombies that were meant to be his coworkers coated him and tainted him. “When I got there…a virus had spread throughout the city…there were zombies everywhere. People I was meant to work with were dead. I had to fight to get out of there, being chased by this giant mutant…betrayed by someone I thought was doing something good.” he spoke. You watched as the tears pooled back in his eyes, the twinkle that was there snuffed out as he finally spoke about it to someone. His heart hurt, his head hurt. The pain will never go. The things he has seen will always haunt him. 

“And when I finally got out, the government found me. Blackmailed me to work for them. That’s where I was. Why I couldn’t come back to you. I didn’t break my promise…I’ll get us both out of here I promise. Believe me please”

His sobs broke you. You could see how scared he was and how hard he fought. He did it alone, without comfort. You kissed him again, hands moving away from his scar as you brought him back to this moment. To you. He was rougher this time, needier as he freed himself from his jeans. His cock throbbing in his boxers at the taste of you. The feel of his skin against yours. 

The waves muted your sounds, and the moon that hung above you both highlighted you. It was perfect, in this moment nothing else mattered. Not the dangers he faced alone, the home you faced alone. It was just you and him, connecting as his cock eased into you. His hand prying your breasts from the cups of your bra. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud as he began to move. He got lost in the feel of you, the way you clenched around him. Your clit fluttered as his hair teased it. 

“I’ll get us out of here” He whispered, his breath teasing the shell of your ear. He placed kissed on your hairline as he waited for your response. “I know you will…I never doubted you, Leon. I’m proud of you and glad that you are safe” You spoke, pulling gently on the blond strands to lift his head. Leon whimpered and smiled. You could taste the saltiness of his tears as you kissed him again. Your faces break out into giddy smiles as you focus on the pleasure. On the moment; not on what could have been. 

He pulled back, his thighs inching underneath yours arching your back perfectly. He was bigger than you remembered, the stretch he gave you was welcome as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. Too lost in the moment for the right foreplay. “So fucking perfect like this” he grunted. You were better than he remembered, your cunt fitting him so well. Keeping him trapped inside you as he hits all your sweet spots. Maybe everything would work out, maybe the world would keep you both together. Leon’s thrusts grew stronger the closer he got to his release. His need was evident with how hard his dick was. 

He had spent so many nights spilling himself in his hand at the thought of you. From the memory of how you felt around him. Your arousal began to drip down his balls, the slick sounds of the two of you becoming louder. Your moans and whimpers become breathless as you tense for your orgasm. You were perfect underneath him, you always were. 

The moon lit up his skin making it glow above you. The light layer of sweat that began to form made him look chiselled. How did you deserve him? “Cum… please…I need to feel it. Feel you” He begged. Who were you to not listen when he asked so nicely when he put your pleasure above your own? His fingers began to work on your clit, the sensitive bud adding searing white-hot pleasure that coursed through your nervous system. You let go with a moan, your orgasm shattering through you. He watched with a smile, watching you let go the tension finally fading from your shoulders. He still had the same effect all these years later. 

Leon pulled out before he came. His chest heaving as he leant back watching the vein of his cock pulse as it spilt his cum all over your pussy. Just narrowly missing the hem of his jacket you were lying on. It was poetic watching as the night turned into day. The sun rising behind him. He looked like an angel coming to save you. You gave him your shirt to clean up, you can just always wear his jumper alone away. 

Once situated you lay next to him listening to his beating heart through his chest. Proof he was alive. Leon’s hand worked through the strands of your hair, smiling down at you finally relaxed and back in his arms. “I don’t want to go home” You spoke aloud. You heard his hum. “Then don’t. Come with me. We’ll go get your stuff and I'll finally get out of here” 

It sounded so simple, to just leave but you would miss this. This spot you spend your childhood with him meeting up. You had your first kiss here and slept here when it got too much. The sea crashed against the beach quietly, the birds chirped at the promise of a new day. Maybe it was time to finally take this step. Neither of you knew what the future held, both of you so young. Yet, with him…you could do everything. Even if that meant saying fuck you to the house and not looking back. 

“Let’s go…together” 

[rayshippouuchiha]

A book/Webtoon rec for you and everyone else

Omniscient Reader’s Veiwpoint

I genuinely do not know how to describe this book properly but I shall endeavor to try

It’s a reverse Isekai and this guy’s favorite novel comes to life

The novel was absurdly long and complicated and he’d been reading it for 13 years

He and the main character of the novel have perhaps the gayest relationship I’ve ever seen in fiction (they are literally callled Life and Death Companions)

All the characters are super well fleshed out, there’s a lot of meta text about stories and what makes someone a character and it’s all really good

I will say it is absurdly long and 9/10 will absolutely wreck you emotionally but you’ll love every second of it

You can find the manhwa on Webtoon and the actual novel on lightnovelworld.co

Or if you want a copy with the in built art

https://drive.google.com/file/d/12lGIe1DJEe8QaAIGqT1x29lf3sI_JdqP/view

(There is no official English translation which is something to keep aware of but I still highly recommend it)

I swear I'm going to get to this but for everyone else look at that lovely link!

[forthestarsx]

please note that as i am writing this i am sleep-deprived, depressed and, most importantly, sick. so this may seem a little passive aggressive. or not. i dont really know, reality is a sham and we're all going to die anyways. ... moving on.

the black brothers. everybody fears the times where they get sick. and, thanks to sirius's stubborn veiwpoint on always wearing his hair up in that goddamn bun with the wand going through and regulus's overall petty character during the winter months, it unfortunately happens quite a lot.

(i had to reduce the followng to bullet points because the paragraphs were so fricking long)

first there comes... the hormones. every day is an emotional rollercoaster

it's kind of like going through the five stages of greif

except it's happening on both sides

remus and james are regretting their life choices

'moons... would you still love me if i was a worm.'

'NO NOTHING IS REAL YOU DON'T ACTUALLY LOVE ME JAMES YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT-'

it really shows how even the tiniest sneeze has the biggest chain reaction

and don't even get me started on the overdramaticness of it all

'MOONY I SEE A LIGHT'

'i don't even care what society thinks, im going to kms'

[charli3emily]

When people say that Jalph is sexualizing children I loose so many braincells. Its never on the posts taht are actually the problem eaither. I've gotten so many comments on tik tok saying "they're 12" but then ignore the fact that there are so many diffrent medias that have children that age or younger who are eaither in relationships or have crushes. It's so dumb and I hate that people only associate queerness as being sexual. Queer kids exist and as someone who's known they where queern since 4th grade it hurts to see this negative veiwpoint continue

[buff-shizun]

SVSSS crossover AU with Omnicent Reader's Veiwpoint where everything is the same, except instead of Binghe getting a new nice Shizun when he's 14, the apocalypse starts.

Essentially, Binghe chooses SY as his Sponsor. Shenanigans and copious amounts of murder ensue. There are gratuitous amounts of tears and "Sponsor-gege!" involved, somehow; even as Binghe goes on a secret quest to figure out how to either bring a star down to him or become a star himself.

[hyacinth-txt]

I believe a lot of people are misinterpreting Yunos new song

We only have a small snippet of it but I think immediately jumping to the song being "anti-choice" and "regressive/conservative" isn't taking into account everything that's happened between Tear Drop to now.

A very rushed analysis (i only had 15 minutes to get my words right):

(I should preface this by saying I am extremely pro choice)

The main theme from Yunos character recently –from my observation– has been survivors guilt. From the start, Yuno has been voted inno, nothing bad has happened directly to her but instead to everyone around her. Her and Mahiru were extremely close, witnessing the death of a close friend (and others) in such a cruel way has to have some sort of negative affect on her mental health and veiwpoints.

Yuno has always veiwed her abortion as "wrong", Tear Drop is about how we as a majority, don't agree with that viewpoint of it being criminal. Despite seeing as it's wrong, she still made the choice to terminate her pregnancy. Our refusal to see her perspective made her grow to regret that decision entirely.

In terms of her guilt, I think that it's less along the lines of "abortion is wrong" and more "if I hadn't thought of myself, maybe I wouldn't be here in the first place", "if I had been voted guilty, i wouldn't have made friends and been hurt by their death" or, "my abortion is the reason I had to wittness the death of my friends while I stay alive."

Nowhere in any of her songs or ADs has Yuno said that abortion is evil and shouldn't be a choice. There's a reason she got one herself (possibly safety or work related reasons). I think that being able to veiw it as murder yet still not declare it evil and understand it's values as a medical procedure is at least a decently valid opinion to have.

I think that Yunos place among a cast of characters who have murdered developed humans who have lives and connections when (to most) she is nowhere near that level is super interesting. I'm really looking forward to seeing the visuals and full lyrics to this song (～￣▽￣)～

[dragon-of-grandeur]

Am I the only one who thinks of and dwells on obscure and complicated moral questions?

Example: "Is taxidermy disrespectful? If not, why don't we taxidermy people?" From the veiwpoint of "animals are equal to humans"? (Which in itself is another question and conversation.)

And then you want to talk about it so bad, and you get REALLY passionate about it. Why does no one want to talk about these things. Isn't anyone curious? I think it's fascinating. But somehow, even if someone does engage with me, it always ends up in them becoming frustrated or angry with me.

[heyitsnyixie]

I'm uber behind on Omniscient Reader's Veiwpoint, but I just got to the part where KDJ meets Uriel for the first time and I'm laughing my ass off because she headcanoned Dokja as the top.

This woman is barely holding her inner fujoshi back.

Godspeed Uriel. Godspeed.

[the-fallen-collective]

Venti’s Kinlist

Therian: ☆ Selachii (all sharks) ☆Raccoon ☆ Midwestern wolf (ID) ☆ All foxes (ID) ☆ European shorthair cat (domestic) ☆Otter ☆ Opossum

Otherkin: ☆ TBH creature ☆ Kitsune ☆ Fae ☆ Siren ☆ Vampire (ID) ☆ Seraph (ID) ☆ Cryptid ☆Spacekin ☆Starkin ☆ball jointed doll ☆ Thrones angel ☆ marionette ☆ Demon ☆ Concept of irredeemable villains ☆ concept of emptiness ☆ Candy gore

Fictionkin: ☆ Ticci Toby (creepypasta) (ID) ☆Kim Dokja (Omniscient reader veiwpoint) ☆ Nikolai Gogol (bungō Stray Dogs) ☆ Grian (hermitcraft, evo, yhs, life series) ☆ Shi Qingxuan (heavn officials blessing) ☆ Yumeno Kyūsaku (bsd) ☆Sigma (bsd) ☆DDLC (conceptkin of entire game) ☆Glitchtrap (fnaf) ☆ Bloodmoon (the sun and moon show) ☆ Paimon (genshin impact) ☆ enderman (minecraft) ☆ Lazari (creepypasta) ☆ Cozy Glow (my little pony) ☆ Ocellus (my little pony) ☆ Mizi (alien stage) (ID) ☆ Tobias Schneien (ghost eyes) (ID) ☆ Grell (black butler) (ID) ☆ Ui-chan (loli god requiem) ☆ Marko (lost boys) ☆ Mark (fnaf au tormentor) ☆ Security Breach (conceptkin of the whole game) ☆ Samara Morgan (the ring) ☆ Aiura Mikoto (saiki k) ☆ Charlie (charlie the unicorn) ☆ Nimona (nimona) ☆ Poison Ivy (harley quinn tv show) (ID?) ☆ PM Dazai (bsd (beast?)) (ID) ☆ Julia Argent (carmen sandiago) ☆ Elizabeth Afton (fnaf) (ID) ☆ Candlehead (wreck it ralph) ☆ Rascal (glitter force) ☆ Jack Kennedy (dsaf) ☆ Elijah (oc) ☆ Genesis (oc) ☆ VHS kris (partner’s oc) (ID) ☆ Adrian (dr. smiley’s funhouse) ☆ White No Face (tgcf) ☆ All Miku’s (vocaloid) (Alt/emo/scene Miku, Confessions of a Rotten Girl Miku and Mimukauwa Nice Try Miku are all IDs) ☆ Honey Lemon (big hero 6) ☆ Hiro (big hero 6) ☆ Gregoriah (regretavator) ☆ Main timeline Kris (partner’s oc) (DA/ID) ☆ Chila’s Art main character ☆ Samantha (FNAF book, Fazbear Frights: Step Closer) ☆ Nancy Elsner (Housewife Radio by Ghost and Pals) ☆ Norman De Luz (Honey I’m Home by Ghost and Pals) (DA/ID) ☆ Porcelain (oc) ☆ Lemon Demon (as in the one often depicted in fanart for the band Lemon Demon) ☆ Petunia (htf) ☆ Shifty (htf) ☆ Nina the killer (creepypasta) ☆ Nezuko (demon slayer) ☆ Princess Flurryheart (mlp) ☆ Uzi (murder drones) ☆ Cyn (murder drones)(ID)

Songkin: ☆ Houdini In Chains ☆ Loli God Requiem (song +music video) ☆ Rabbit Hole (song +music video by Will Stetson) ☆ Confessions of a Rotten Girl (song +music video +rotten girl miku) (ID) ☆ All Jazmin Bean’s songs

Copinglink: ☆ Avagado6 art ☆ Sunset Shimmer ☆ Edgar Allan Poe (bungō stray dogs) ☆ Muichiro (demon slayer) ☆ Rui (demon slayer)

Otherhearted: ☆ Qi Rong (heaven official’s blessing) ☆ Will Wood’s music ☆ Double Trouble (she-ra) ☆ Christopher Pierre (The Distortionist by Ghost and Pals)

Kinsidering: ☆Rainkin ☆Computerkin ☆ Alessa (silent hill) ☆ Cinderpelt (warriors) ☆ Janet Hodgson (the conjuring 2)

Animatronic kins: FNAF 1: Freddy Bonny Chica Foxy

FNAF 2: Toy freddy Toy Bonny Toy Chica Mangle (ID) Balloon boy Puppet Toy cupcake

Withered: Withered Freddy Withered Bonny Withered Chica Withered Foxy

Shadows: RWQFSFASXC (ID) Shadow puppet Shadow BB

FNAF 3: Phantom freddy Phtanom chica Phantom foxy Phantom mangle (ID) Phantom puppet Springtrap

FNAF 4: Nightmare foxy Nightmare fredbear Nightmare Nightmare mangle (ID) Nightmare cupcake Nightmarionne Jack o bonnie

Sister Location: Circus baby (ID) Ballora Funtime foxy (ID) Minireena Bon bon Ennard

Rockstars: Rockstar freddy Lefty Mediocre Melodies: Mr hippo

Security Breach: Glamrock chica Eclipse Tangle Dj music man Helpi

Pizza Simulator: Scrap baby Helpy Security puppet

Other: 8 bit baby Arctic ballora 8 bit cupcake Fredbear Bloodmoon Grimm foxy

[acourtofthought]

An Elriel on Tiktok: Feysand, Nessian, and ELRIEL are all featured in the Acotar coloring book. The couples have been picked out for YEARS!

The Elriels in the comments: "I've been saying this for years!" "And it's THE truth teller scene!"

Me: That scene is probably in there because it's an important moment, not from a shipping veiwpoint but from a plot viewpoint. Azriel giving Elain that dagger leads to Hybern's death. Regardless of who you ship, it's an iconic moment, so of course it's going to be in the coloring book. Not everything is meant to be some kind of clue or confirmation.

And the coloring book features Feyre in her wedding dress with Tamlin yet Feyre and Tamlin didn't end up together! Elain with TT is iconic but only because she was responsible for stopping the King, for helping to stop the war. I HATE how they turn the TT scene romantic because everything surrounding that scene is anything but. First off, Cassian first offered Elain a dagger but she refused probably because as we know, cruelty bothers her. Then Az steps up and gives her TT but even then she hesitates. Even then she doesn't want to take it and even says she doesn't know how to use it to which FEYRE replies "I'll make sure you don't have to." A real romantic interest would say, "let me show you." Instead Az is like, "oh my super special knife does all the work so clearly your part is kind of irrelevant". And Elain only takes the knife after she takes comfort in Feyre's words, not Az's. What we should take away from that scene is a meaningful moment between the sisters, where Elain feels emboldened by Feyre, not Az. Then Sarah goes on to say "the ONLY bridge of connection, that knife." When an author says "only" it means that's all she wrote, there's nothing beyond that to connect them and she doubled down on that in ACOFAS when she writes, "Elain had pressed it into his hands as he had pressed it into hers and then she walked away without looking back." They'll say "of course Elain would return his knife!" but that's not what the author is telling us. She's telling us this extension of himself is something Elain wants no part of. She didn't ask for dagger handling, she didn't express pride over what she did when returning the dagger, she walked away from what Az offered to her and did not look back. Exactly what we saw when she returned his necklace and we were given zero evidence of her mourning him. But really, I'm not sure how anyone can still romanticize the TT scene when Az never once acknowledged what Elain did with TT. This oh so special moment for them yet he doesn't reflect on it in his POV, he gives Nesta full credit for taking down the king in HOFAS (though Nesta just brought up "her sister" in the paragraph before which means they weren't trying to hide Elain's identity to Bryce).

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one of my least favourite things about internet discourse nowadays is the "i'm not reading all that" precedent. like if you write paragraphs arguing for or against something, suddenly your point is deemed magically "invalid" merely because of its length. like bro could write the most nuanced take on a topic ever to be written only to be shot down because he dared delve into the depths and complexities of the topic, consequentially making his explanation ✨long✨. like you're literally not even giving bro a chance to explain his viewpoint by doing that, you're just being a little cunt. oh i can call this thing shitty with no explanation and be totally valid in my veiwpoints but bro over here writes four paragraphs on why he likes a thing, he must be reaching fr lol desperate. fucking hate that shit like where's the nuance? it's literally just a scummy shutdown technique at best and advocating for illiteracy at worst.