#you can like a book that some people hate

[littleapocalypsekitten]

Ex-Evangelical CONVERT here. Can confirm. Granted, the churches I attended weren't extreme, but there was a vibe there. I mostly absorbed this stuff from televangelists. I also read about half of the fictional Left Behind series, which people took a realistic new future-depiction of what's coming! If you want to familiarize yourself with Left Behind but want an abridged version (because they really are horribly-written books), I got a blog for you: Slacktivist Example of one of his weekly Left Behind posts. He covers the first thee books on repeat because there is too much going on in his life to finish reviews. Blogger is a Progressive Christian Ex-Evangelical who started out making it his MISSION to tell the world how badly-written and theologically messed up these books are. His blog eventually morphed into American politics and occasional personal stories. The commentary community is delightful. (I am Shadsie there). Left Behind has a lot of fanfiction of the hate and fix-it variety. Like "Interesting concepts, horrible world, let's explore this" including stories of humans willingly going with the Luciferian faction at the end of the novels even though they know they will be doomed to Hell because they feel the need simply to fight and retain their fundamental humanity. Anyway, my point is that there is an entire generation of American Christians who grew up on watching eschatology preachers in the 1990s who created the "roadmap" these authors used and who read these books early on. They were some of the very few "approved thriller fiction" of the subculture. (Back when I was reading them, I liked them because they were violent - I could read something actiony and violent without the guilt I was supposed to feel for watching / reading similarly violent worldly things). I'm not trying to paint myself as a violent person here, I just enjoy action movies and action and horror manga. I've always needed a bit of an outlet, something exciting. American Evangelical / Baptist / Conservative churches don't allow "exciting" unless it is approved. I was trying to find a list by Progressive Christian blogger, Benjamin L. Corey where he made a checklist of how, Trump, ironically, ticks all of the classic boxes of being the Antichrist, but it seems to have disappeared from the Internet. (Said blogger does not believe in a literal Antichrist, he was just trying to make a point, but it still stands).

Hey so I still see people utterly baffled by how religious fundies (still a majority in America and moreso its senate) react on certain issues so uhhh is it actually not common knowledge what the antichrist is all about? You guys know his defining characteristic is ending war, right? That he’s foretold to unite the world under his leadership by preaching global peace and solving basically every single problem in the world? So you know when you try to talk to these people about equality and togetherness they literally believe that’s what makes you an agent of the devil right???

[femmeroll]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦

here is the sex tape w/abby ! ty for all the votes on the poll my loves >_<

abby anderson x fem reader

cw: sex tapes, soft dom top abby, sub bottom reader, strap referred to as dick/cock, masturbation mention, modern setting bc what else do i write

abby hates plenty of things. she hates when the machines she wants to use are taken at the gym. she hates when people watch videos in public without headphones. she hates when her hair won’t cooperate in the morning when she tries to braid it. but there’s one thing she hates more than all.

being away from you.

not being able to wake up with you, kiss you, touch you. it’s torture. so when she finds out she has to go on a work trip for a week, she’s crushed.

but you have a plan. a plan that involves her having something to hold her over for a week. if she can’t touch you, she can at least watch herself touch you.

and that’s how you end up here, in your bed, with abby’s phone propped up against some books on the bedside table.

abby’s strong hands are holding your legs open, her warm mouth gently suckling your clit. every moan and whimper that leaves your mouth has her grinding her hips against the plush duvet cover.

“oh baby,” she groans into you. “keep moaning for me, just like that. i love your noises so much.”

despite her rough exterior and intimidating personality, abby is so gentle with you. taking you apart with her tongue like you’re made of glass and will break at any moment.

“cum in my mouth, babygirl. cum for me and you can have my dick.”

you look over at the phone, a bit embarrassed at the idea of cumming on camera. sure, this was your idea. but in the moment it feels humiliating.

“abby…s’embarrassing,” you whine.

her tongue is unrelenting, and despite how uncomfortable it may feel to have it on camera, you can’t stop yourself from cumming as she laps at your sopping cunt.

abby kisses you gently, giving you a taste of yourself.

“there you go, sweetheart. came all over my face like a good girl.”

you moan at the praise, satisfied that you’re making her happy.

“and since you did what i asked, you can have my cock now.”

abby lines herself up, slowly stretching your aching pussy. her cock reaches parts of you that your fingers can’t even dream of. she knows exactly how to make you feel good.

her pace starts off slow and deep, making sure you can feel every inch of her cock inside of you.

“look how deep i am…i can’t wait to fuck myself while watching this in my hotel.”

you can’t help but whimper at that, imagining abby in her hotel room, three fingers deep in her cunt as she watches herself fuck you. horny, touch starved abby drooling at the sight of her own cock inside you.

“it’s so deep, abs…shit,” you groan, spreading your legs further. you need her deep, hard, and fast.

“need it faster. please abby.”

and she’ll do anything to make you feel good, so of course you get it faster. she’d go at the speed of light if it made your moans get louder and your legs shakier.

abby’s thrusts quicken, hips slapping against your thighs and ass as she fucks you.

“look at the camera, baby. watch yourself getting fucked on camera. shit…my little porn star, aren’t you?”

your face turns to the phone, and fuck, you could do this every day. knowing that abby is rearranging your guts, and she’ll have that all to herself. her own personal porno. just for her to get off.

“m’gonna cum, abby. please let me cum.”

abby fucking whines at your pleas, increasing the speed of her thrusts and gently circling your pulsing clit with her thumb.

“cum on my dick, sweet girl. cum all over it on camera. fuck.”

your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you cum, making direct eye contact with phone. you want abby to see you cum whenever she wants to. whenever she needs to see it, she can see it.

abby slowly fucks you through your orgasm, decreasing her pace as you come down from your high. she pulls her cock out of you gently, groaning at the sight of it covered in your slick.

“you came so well for me, sweetheart,” she says to your panting, limp figure. she gets off the bed and turns the camera off, knowing that she’ll be satisfied for the whole work trip.

[camcat1320]

The Fortune-Teller does not deserve the hate it has received. It's actually a great episode that people misunderstand. Let me explain.

Kataangers love the episode for it says Katara is destined to be with Aang. Zutarians hate the episode for this reason along with forcing Katara into a pigeon hole. I stand between these warring tribes and say that they are both wrong.

To be clear, I am a Zutarian. If we would've had a Book 4 like the head writer had intended, this episode would've been integral for that book.

"But the 3-act story structure!" some may argue. A 3-act story structure is just a 4-act story structure in disguise.

Anyways, let's continue.

The destiny that Aunt Wu foretells does not give names and is vague in nature. She tells Katara that she is to be married to a powerful bender. She didn't say the most powerful nor did she say bender of all four elements. One doesn't have to be the Avatar to be a powerful bender.

Come Aang's fortune, she foretold of a great battle between good and evil that will determine the fate of the world. We immediately think of Aang battling Firelord Ozai to end the 100 year war. However, this fortune is vague and could foretell another battle after Ozai has fallen.

When Aunt Wu learns that Aang wants to learn about his future about love, she cheers him up by giving him a vague, seemingly harmless white lie to satisfy him. "Follow your heart and you will be with the one you love." Since Aang is 12, he can easily misconstrue infatuation for love.

I believe The Fortune-Teller is a giant red herring that many people in both Zutara and Kataang sectors have fallen for. But wait, what is a red herring?

In literature, a red herring is a device to throw the characters and the audience off the scent of future events. It's meant to distract and deceive.

At the end of The Fortune-Teller, Katara believes she is destined to be with Aang and Aang believes it as well. Throughout the remainder of the series, Katara's emotional bond with Aang is challenged. Then by The Ember Island Players, Katara is confused, unsure about her feelings, unsure about her destiny.

What other character struggled with his perception of his destiny?

For the majority of the series, Zuko falsely believed that his destiny was to hunt down the Avatar and regain his honor. We know that this destiny was forced upon him by his father, Ozai.

But as Iroh has said, "Destiny is a funny thing." Iroh had believed he would have been in Ba Sing Se as a conqueror but instead, he had liberated Ba Sing Se from Fire Nation occupation.

Zuko had turned against his father and his supposed destiny and set out to aid the Avatar instead. After this, Zuko's new belief is that it is his destiny to help Aang in defeating Ozai instead. Truly, destiny is funny that way.

But why is this only applied to Zuko? Why isn't this the same message given to Katara's arc? Is she truly destined to be with Aang and she cannot fight against this fate? Is this strong female character destined to be reduced to servitude?

The same girl that inspired imprisoned earthbenders to fight back? The same girl that fought against gender roles in her own culture? The same girl that didn't give into despair and led her crew out of the desert? The same girl that aided in healing a Fire Nation village? The same girl that rose above her mentor and used bloodbending to save her loved ones? The same girl that went toe to toe with Azula and won?

I SAY NAY!

Imagine, if you will, what Katara's continued arc could've been like in Book 4. Katara would've defied the destiny that was forced upon her and determined her destiny for herself. But in the end, destiny is a funny thing for this action only plays into fate. Zuko is a powerful bender after all. 👀

Now, I must depart before I give too many spoilers for my writing. Fare thee well, until we meet again!

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 3

Propaganda under the cut

Liam/Noel:

The Gallagher brothers have a very intense relationship that doesn't make any sense to the outside viewer unless one considers the possibility of incest. For 30 years now they have been utterly unhinged about one another in the public eye. Noel has often made incest jokes; Liam once said on-stage once "we had sex last night" referring to him and Noel. Even people writing in actual books and magazines have picked up on the vibes (some stuff that has been printed about them fully feels like it was written by tumblr incestinas except it's like. actual fucking journalists). Also there was this one time in 1996 where they kissed each other with tongue in front of 40 thousand people.

They have been described as “in love with each other” by both themselves and third parties. the lyrics “you’re my lover, i’m your brother.” they kissed with tongue at loch lomond in 1996 and have also been photographed/videoed kissing on the mouth other times. liam regularly groped noel onstage. liam’s entire twitter is just propaganda too. liam talked about impregnating noel once. noel frequently talks about how physically attractive liam is. liam claims that he’s noel’s muse

their song guess god thinks im abel has the lyrics "i could be your lover" while comparing themselves to you guessed it abel and cain. and like. a thousand more instances of them being weird about each other. also noel REALLY wanted a sister and he mentioned it quite a few times and said well liam IS basically a sister or something like that. normal behaviour

Liam literally called himself Noel's good boy on twitter, and called him god a few times after reunion. Noel said he loves make women cry and the only thing that's better is make Liam cry so he can laugh and call him a woman. They literally kissed with tongue and loch lomand is not their only kiss they have two more photos of different kissing to, they literally used the japan kiss video for reunion video. YES THEY DID THAT TF. Noel said they are head over heels in love and said it's illegal in many countries. Also Noel said Liam is like his ex-wife a few times or shit like those cunts are fucking crazy

Other people have described them as more like boyfriend/girlfriend than brothers and said they’re in love. someone on twitter asked liam “if you’re john lennon, who is noel?” and liam said “yoko ono.” another time someone said on twitter “you defo rimmed noel when you were younger” and liam replied “you jealous?"

Deeply weird about each other getting married (them not attending each other's wedding which occurred month apart and then getting divorce around the same time and they stayed at the same hotel for months), intense infamously love-hate relationship and is everyone's favorite soap opera, noel saying "on stage i just wanted him..there's only two of us that will ever get this", prominent theme of shame and crime and impossible dream in noel gallagher works, the elusive meaning of wonderwall which noel insisted is not about anyone but there's good amount of evidence that it referenced back to their childhood and their shared bedroom, liam having mental breakdown several times on twitter about noel, liam's my brother is getting a divorce playlist to which he shared with his 3 millions twitter followers, incest-baiting on main ever since the reunion, brother and lover being interchangeable for noel when writing lyrics, noel (allegedly) lying to liam that his girlfriend cheated on him in order to sabotage their relationship before oasis took off, liam hating noel's latest (ex) wife (sarah), noel writing "the owner of the star on stage" after liam's autograph and so many more insane shit

"[Liam] thinks all the songs are about him. He even thinks Wonderwall is about him." –Noel Gallagher (1997)

"It's all about me it always was and is" –Liam Gallagher (2023)

Japan kiss (kiss is at the end) loch lomand kiss

PLUS they’re back together after 14 years of estrangement! The narrative!

Sam/John:

Overprotective controlling dad, bratty rebellious confrontational Sam, the eventual realization of what John was trying to protect him from, the sad dad puppy eyes

Often overlooked in the Winchester family incest dynamics which is sad because it fucks so hard; John has such complex feelings regarding Sam because his birth indirectly causes the death of Sam and Dean’s mother and leads to the Winchesters becoming like that. John sees the sweet boy he loves and the monster Sam is fated to become, and is torn between saving or killing him. Keeping Sam safe and innocent is one of the main motivations behind John’s terrible, desperate actions; however through the extreme countermeasures he takes, he only manages to push Sam further away and closer to his fate. It’s only after John’s death that Sam begins to understand his actions but also believes John was right to ‘want to kill him’. John may be absent for most of Supernatural but he forever haunts the narrative and his sons, the One True FatherGod of Supernatural

[girl-named-matty]

Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons pt.5

Just really random headcanons about Sebastian Sallow, what more can I say?

Loves reading biographies. It's always an opportunity to learn, and we all know how he feels about that. However, I think he'd like reading autobiographies even more since he thinks it's more interesting coming from the perspective of the actual person.

That being said, he also has a diary he writes in quite often. And yes, he doodles in it constantly.

Pretty decent in Wizards Chess; however, he's only beaten Garreth once because we all know how good those Weasleys are at Wizards Chess. But Sebastian is 100% definitely the kind of guy to over-analyze every single move to the point where it's hardly fun to play with him anymore, but hey, at least he's determined!

Definitely the "rules are meant to be broken" kind of guy, but he understands the difference between important rules and useless rules (kinda 💀).

Coffee was definitely different back then; however, he'd probably be a bit of an addict, to be honest. I just KNOW that boy is staying up wayyyy too late and needs the caffeine to stay up. (He hates the taste, but it gives him energy before it makes him go kaput lol.)

He's an extrovert, but put a good book in his hands, and he might as well have become an introvert with the way he's ignoring people.

Big fan of exploring, whether that's the grounds around Hogwarts or exploring some book/literature. He likes being out in nature, so you can best believe he's been to the Forbidden Forest quite a few times.

He's quite a big flirt but doesn't know much of what to do after that. Flirtatious behavior comes naturally to him as he's a pretty confident guy, but once the other person actually shows genuine interest in him, he gets a little stuck because he was not expecting it.

He's clumsy; let's be real here.

Can trip on his own shoes, up the stairs, down the stairs, on air; literally anything. It happened a lot more when he was younger, and he's gotten better about fixing his balance, but he used to have bruises all the time from where he had fallen. (Me too, Seb. Me too.)

A tad impatient but not out of malice, he's just the kind of guy to really want to get up and do things, to try and get them done. Dwelling on issues has never brought him any peace of mind, so he's ready to get in there, do the job, and get out. Which could possibly lead to quite a few of his issues LOL. (ifykyk)

You know how his hair is hard to draw? (artists, I can hear you screaming from here). Yeah, well, it's hard to style as well. Ever since he was a boy, his hair was always quite messy, and his mother used to try her best to tame it, but he was a rather energetic boy, so it didn't really stay how it was styled.

And he never got old enough with his father for him to teach Sebastian how to do it, so he kinda had to learn it himself. But hey, we all love Sebastian's iconic hair. (Let's be real; we all probably want to run our hands through it.)

Behind his teenage-ish recklessness, his ambition contributes to his devotion. He's a very devoted person, whether that's to what he believes in, what he does, family, friends, or lovers; he's just a really devoted guy.

If he were in modern times, he'd have great music taste. I can't tell you exactly what he'd listen to since I have too many opinions about that overall; however, I can tell you that it absolutely rocks.

Over all, as much as I like to joke about this little twit, I love him. ;)

[daisy-01-blog]

A private lesson (Nanami Kento x fem! Reader) 

A/N: Smut, lecturer Nanami and student reader. Minors DNI

College was not fun; you feel betrayed seeing how all those movies portray how fun college is. You have friends here and there, but you can’t exactly party every single night. You need to study, and to go out with friends often you need to be rich-and honestly, you’re broke. 

Majoring in social study, you're always lazy on doing your assignment because you were aiming for Chemistry. It doesn't matter if one of the lecturer is a very hot certain someone.

Nanami Kento taught political economic and society, you can see him always anywhere bringing his big chunks of book. People adore him, men or women-he is very gentle and soft-spoken. Never getting angry on his students. Not to mention he’s very hot too. 

You’re one of his admirer, but that doesn’t mean you’re not failing his class. You didn’t care-couldn’t care less about politics (why did you take this major in the first place, you’ll never know) 

Everywhere he goes, he has some students following him around-mostly girls. And he lets them (although you think he should do something about it. Getting followed by a bunch of girls younger than him doesn’t look good for him) 

You’re desperate, you can’t fail his class. You hate your major but you aspire to have A on your classes so you study hard-but this course is very hard. You have to do something about it. 

Oh, you will do anything. 

You’re not an expert on boys, but you know that him letting girls flock around him doesn’t actually mean he’s kind to let them stay around him. He likes the attention, you get the gist of who he really is deep down. 

So you decide to play a game, you wore your shortest skirt-and a fitted shirt. You’ll see what he thinks. 

At first he pretends like he doesn’t notice. It’s inappropriate to ogle at his students after all. 

But on the second meeting, he stares at you-and his stare is predatory. You wonder if this is a good idea after all, you feel your thighs rubbing against each other’s. You’re aroused. 

But you wouldn’t stop, you’re desperate after all. 

Of course Nanami Kento knows you, he knows and recognize all his students-even though sometimes his course reached 140+ students-he could always recognize each one of them. 

Nanami is passionate about his course, and it’s unfortunate that you’re failing his class. He is thinking of asking you to have a one on one lesson on him-but it will be awkward to just have each other’s presences after all. So he brush the thought off his mind. 

Well, that is until today. 

He calls his students’ name one by one for daily absence. His stares paused at you when he calls out your name. 

Nanami recognizes his students, but he never put any special attention on one of them. 

Today you’re wearing a short skirt that reveals your thighs, and he can sees your cleavage as well. 

He pretends not to notice. He calls the other students coolly.

You wore the same thing on the second meeting on his class, and he lets himself stare at you this time. 

You’re biting your pen, and it looks almost sensual-he can feel his pants tighten. 

He reminds himself this is inappropriate, but you crossed your legs and he can sees your thighs. He sighs. 

On the fourth meeting, you bring a lollipop. He usually lets his students eat on his class, but he shudders every time the lollipop kisses your mouth. 

He can’t help but imagine it’s his cock you’re taking in your mouth, he feels dizzy. 

At home, he can’t help but jerk off to the thought of you-he groans as he pumps his slick veiny cock “fuck…” he shudders as he rubs faster. He pants as he spew jets of cum. 

He has to do something about this. 

Nothing happened, you thought. You sighed as you’re getting ready to go home as all the students packed their things. 

“(Y/N), stay after class” Nanami said. 

The others chuckle, thinking you’re in trouble. They know you struggle on this class after all. 

You swallowed back a smirk, you think you really are in trouble. 

As all the students left, Nanami wastes no time sucking your breasts through your clothes. You moan as you let him. 

“A shame you can’t lactate” he mutters, he can’t think straight-and so do you. 

You pant as he unbuttons your clothes as he unclasp your bra in a hurry, he suckles your breasts “mmmh..” you moan as he didn’t stop. 

The squelching noises fill the room as he kisses your nipples, you moan as they harden. 

“You think it’s a good idea to tease me, huh?” he pants as he suckles your nipples “fuck…I can’t stop thinking about your pussy” you moan in pleasure. 

He kisses your neck as you moan, letting him. You always have a crush on him, and he’s hot. 

You moan as he fingers you roughly, your pussy weeps juices as he grunts. 

“Fuck, your pussy is crying” he whispers on your ear “does it feel good baby?” 

You moan “mmmnh yess” you squeal, shaking your hips as he fingers you. 

“Slut” he whispers on your ear “your pussy is leaking anywhere, naughty” 

You moan as he fingers you faster, you feel close. 

You whine as he stops right when you’re almost cumming. 

He smirks “I’ll give you a private lesson if you want one so badly” 

"C'mon, you can do it" he coos as he plows his cock inside your tight cunt as you moan-trying to solve the question. 

He is feeling sadistic, so he asks you to answer some questions about political state. 

He knows it's inappropriate, but you're starting this. Asking him for help in your tight mini skirt. 

His cock kisses your soaking pussy as he grunts in pleasure, you can't concentrate in answering the questions as you moan. 

“Mmmhhh…” you drool, you can’t concentrate at all. 

He stops with a sadistic smirk “if you can’t answer, I won’t fuck you” he whispers on your ear. 

You shudder as you shakily write the answer, he plows you as you do so-the lewd noises fill the room as you tried to concentrate. 

“You can do it” he whispers sadistically, plowing your pussy as it floods juices. 

You moan, feeling too good as his cock make out with your pussy. 

After you force yourself to answer the questions, he smirks “they’re all wrong” he whispers as he fucks your pussy roughly. The lewd slapping noises fill the room as you moan, your eyes rolled back. 

You moan as you feel close, he grunts as he cums inside you. 

He goes for another round. 

You both pant as you fixed your clothes, he cuddles you as you let him. It’s kind of nice for him to give you aftercare, he strokes your hair. 

“Do you regret it?” he asks you softly. 

“No” you lean onto him “I like you, everyone do” 

He chuckles “let’s go on a date next time then” he mutters. 

“Are you asking me out?” you ask him. 

He strokes your hair “I do, yeah” he said softly. 

“Only if you gave me good grades on this class” 

He chuckles “deal” 

[kingkai4ever]

i love you you're so right about calypso!!! putting this anon because i dont doubt that people will send death threats to me if i openly express that i hate this ship.

another point: even if she DID have her aging stopped on the island, which is very much so unconfirmed, she still aged before? like? she was at MINIMUM 100+ mentally when she got to the island. gods age QUICK. that wasn't a baby. she's not 16, because appearance ≠ age. artemis looks twelve, canonically. except artemis is absolutely Not Twelve™.

some of these guys are pulling their defenses out of their ass. even if she was 16, screaming at and berating leo for his appearance (a sore spot of his + out of his control) and trying to... *checks notes*... make a machine to save a missing child? like? thats all he did and she went on a full page long rant about how "YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOUR MACHINES! NOT EVERYTHING CAN BE FIXED WITH A PROGRAM!!!"

also, if she's 16, then her trying to get with percy was ALSO VERY WEIRD! because he was 14 at the time. she was implied to be physically attracted to an /unconscious 14 year old boy./ also, iirc she changed his clothes. while he was UNCONSCIOUS.

hardcore caleo fans are like conspiracy theorists. you can wave the evidence in front of their face and they'll never believe you. rick also violently ripped away all chance of a support system that leo might have had (everyone in his life, including the people providing his housing, are on her side despite clear abuse)

lets be honest here. caleo would not be nearly as popular as it is if the characters were genderswapped.

I love how you said this and I agree as well!

I think smth people forget is that…we don’t know who calypso’s mom is, meaning that there is a possibility that she could’ve been immortal beforehand because of who her mother was. Also, even if she was mentally a 16 year old she is acting like a jerk. What 16 year old would berate and try to discourage her boyfriend constantly?

And also, “Percy was 14 she was 16 it was fine!”

She’s physically 16. And I looked at the pjo wiki and guess what it says? 4612. She’s the same age as apollo. “But it’s chronologically!” Well Apollo as Lester was chronologically 4612 years old but you guys said he was a child liker so confessing to Reyna when Apollo is eternally youthful.

No normal 16 year old would try to discourage their boyfriend from trying to find a missing person. No normal 16 year old would insult someone’s appearance the second they see them. Some 16 year old do but you wanna know what type they are? Jerks.

It just blows my mind that people will look at Apollo and call him a kid liker for confessing to Reyna when calypso dated a 15 year old and she is the same age as him. And also since I have to clarify to people. Time does move slowly on her island. But if she actively knows what is happening with her curse and everything, knowing that she’s a technical immortal, don’t you find that weird?

It’s not like the lotus casino where the victims are literally BRAINWASHED into forgetting basically everything about themselves and they age slowly. Yes calypso ages slowly on her island, but I find it hard to believe she’s just some little girl if nowhere does it say that she doesn’t mentally age or imply it. At least in the lotus casino it’s implied what happened just with Bianca and Nico + the trio when they got there in the first book.

Also I wanted to answer a question while I’m typing this

“Why are you going all crazy over this? It’s just books!” (This isn’t what the official anon said they were actually very nice I just can’t remember what they said but ty for asking this question! :) )

I’m going ��crazy” over this because the main target audience for Percy Jackson….are children. Like, pre-teens and all. At that age you are still very naive and can still learn things from the world, pieces of media and etc that can change your behaviors and opinions.

I remember being a preteen and shipping….oh god…TomTord EWWWW.



And we all know that ship sucked and was pretty abusive and idk why we all said that was a good ship to do LOL. But an entire group of people was influenced by a toxic and abusive ship into thinking it’s good and cute ignoring the very obvious abuse signs.

Now I’m not calling pre-teens dumb or anything like that, I’m saying that pre-teens still are developing, they don’t know who they are, so what good is it to them if they’re told “this person likes to 🍇pe people and is attracted to minors but ignore that and look at this abusive ship that we’re trying to say is cute!”

You get my point? What happens to those kids that think that, that’s how a real relationship should work? That a woman can prey on them and say “it’s fine”?

I don’t want kids thinking that these behaviors are normal, that it shows how a real relationship should look like. If we can decrease the amount of child victims in any way it’s good, but telling kids saying that a clearly abusive and predatory ship is okay it’s disgusting.

Male victims are real victims, I don’t care what gender you identify as or what sexuality you are, if you are affected by someone like an abusive and predatory person then you are a victim.

And we need to stop telling kids that these relationships are normal. We need to tell them to stay away from people like this, that they shouldn’t be forced into an abusive or predatory relationship, to not become that.

I don’t want kids thinking that this stuff is normal and cute, because teaching young kids that is terrible and disgusting. And the reason we should hate calypso isn’t “she cursed Annabeth” but the fact that she is a 🍇pist and a predator and an abusive partner that manipulates and guilt trips people into getting what she wants.

That’s the reason I hate calypso. If it wasn’t okay for into do, or if it wasn’t okay for Apollo to confess to Reyna, then it shouldn’t be okay for calypso to do it either.

[chleboryba]

Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to discuss it ofc op, but the way the game ultimately failed to me as a narrative about hard choices is because

1) at the first major choice it just... doesn't let you do it

2) it often just doesn't let you sympathise with characters who were forced to choose between two horrible outcomes.

Reg. 1) Minrathous vs Treviso. As far as I remember Rook did not give the impression of knowing that the dagger could give them any advantage in the fight (correct me if I'm wrong tho) so really we just sent 3 people here, 3 people there. I kinda expected the quest to be just about that, the refusal to make a choice and commit to it. But no, everyone acted like Rook's presence alone determined which city will be saved, which baffled me for the rest of the game.

And 2) I'm mainly getting at Solas' choices in his memories, Ivenci and Isseya (oh boy, Isseya). And I suppose I could acknowledge that basically no characters want to think about those three in any positive light, fine. But I'd appreciate Rook having a chance to be a bit more understanding. Instead we all approach them with an air of such a moral superiority.

Solas kills his agent. Who is blighted. It's the best thing he could do, it's incurable, she would die horribly (and a GW Rook at least should know it), but our companions kinda act like she'd broken a leg and he didn't want to risk carrying her to safety. Then he sacrifices the spirits to get the dagger. A horrible choice, maybe even a betrayal on his part, but I can easily imagine a Rook that believes that he did a necessary thing (also, Felassan being outraged here is interesting, considering how fucking ruthless he was in The Masked Empire; obvs A LOT has happened until the book, he could change completely, so it's not really a criticism I suppose, just - interesting).

Ivenci is made to be a very cartoonish villain. Everyone and their mother said their piece about the Crows and their morality, but even aside from that - what Ivenci did was just that, making an impossible decision with no good outcomes. And again - I would appreciate a possibility to approach from a place of understanding.

And Isseya, oh, Isseya. That one just pisses me off the most, I think, given how the quest hammers in CONSTANTLY what an evil traitor she is. Again, I understand the characters might be bitter and I understand them not wanting to extend her any good will, but as a player and someone who read the books... It just hurts man, you know? Not being able to acknowledge how fucking awful the situation was, and that they supposedly did what they thought was necessary. How they *didn't want to*, how it destroyed them mentally, but how it ultimately saved the world. (The moral superiority hurts the most here, I think. Good god, people, you're Grey Wardens, moral ambiguity is your daily bread. Don't act so high and mighty.)

Again, don't wanna rain on your parade, op. I enjoyed the game, I know it got tons of hate already (valid and not, but it can be exhausting either way), but this is one of my main issues with it and I can't let it go. It really reads as some being privileged and looking down their nose on others who did not have it so lucky.

Me up again metaphorically pacing my room thinking about how datv is a game about hard choices that don't have a right or wrong answer (but the answer you choose still shapes you and your relationships the same way it shaped Solas and his own relationships)

and a game about regret for things you had no choice but to do (the same way Solas had no choice but to struggle against the rule of the evanuris including his best friend/lover/elder sister)

and a game about how even then you ultimately did have a choice (the same way Solas could have refused to make the dagger or could have allowed flemythal to do whatever she had planned or could have not tried to tear the veil back down which he knew would kill everybody before it fixed anything)

and a game about how sometimes you do your best and do things for good reasons and you still fuck up and you can't save everybody and people will still be frustrated with you (the same way the veil was an accident and Solas was only able to save a tiny fragment of mythal and even that fragment seems bitter about him holding her there even though he does it out of love)

and a game about what leadership does to its leaders (the same way Solas killed his blighted allies, the same way he betrayed felassan, the same way he ultimately betrayed the shard of mythal in flemeth)

and a game about GRIEF and how rook is trapped in it and not being allowed to move forward by blood magic, and how grief cages you (the same way Solas feels caged by the loss of mythal and he's just as trapped as rook is but it's of his own free will and how he uses rook as a method of self absolution for what he did to Varric)

and how every character arc and story touches on at least one if not multiple of these points and how it's all layered in with area quests, side quests, main story quests, that do the same thing. I'm tired of feeling like I have to qualify my praise of datv with "it has problems" because it's a fucking dragon age game. They are all, in their own ways, hot messes. Each one has its weak hinges and its stress points but the level of sheer thematic cohesion and thought in datv is absolutely fucking unparalleled and I don't think I'm wrong to say so

[chocalotekisses]

How I purposefully tr1gg3r myself.

Before I get into this, WARNING. This is for edblr/ shedblr. This is totally a roleplay. I’m writing a book or something. This is a space where everyone is safe, and I’m in a community where I’m on the road to recover. BLOCK, DON’T REPORT

Now, let’s get into what you came here for.

Obviously, scrolling twitter and tumblr. You get a bit desensitized to this type of content after a while so, I often switch it up. My all time favorite is watching TikToks of skinny WIEIAD.

Measure yourself and focus on your goals. Instead of thinking how far you are from that 20-inch-waist, think of how much closer you’d be if you started now. No time like the present.

Get a crush. Fictional or not. I always gaslight myself into thinking that whoever wouldn’t love me if I was unhealthy & overweight.

Manic episode. This may not work for all of you. But I don’t drink a lot of coffee and when I do, I get hyper. So down like three of those a day (after like a week of not having any caffeine) and be super productive. Convince yourself that working and getting things done gives you all the dopamine you need. (My screen time lowered to 6 hours last manic episode I had and I was omading + working out everyday.) Also making a big change in your life can spark a manic episode. Basically become euphoric. Manic episodes can last for months.

Look at triggering media. Books/movies/tv shows. I love watching British diet documentaries. There’s tons out there and I mayyy have a post revolving around this coming out soon!! *wink wink* I will link it when it’s out!

Think of how I’m just like my shit parents.

Think of that one bitch at school and how I have to be better than her. (For context, she’s a massive fake and has done some horrible things to me even tho she struggles w her mental health too. This isn’t blind hate towards this girl.)

Listen to certain songs that I associate w cvtting or starving. Here to stay by Korn is one of my favorites for s/h. Fiona apple & CSH is one of my faves for ⭐️⭐️ving.

Cvtting Punishment for being hungry or a reward for not eating. Either one. I don’t recommend starting s/h because of this, though. I’ve never been able to fully recover from it (duh)

Bodychecks. This kinda goes along with #2 but I just love looking at my arms and feeling over my hipbones and comparing it to my highest weight when I couldn’t feel any of my bones.

Pinterest. Obviously amazing for thinsp0000 and diet plans but I love watching those gym influencers workout. It makes me really motivated to look like them. Also looking at artwork of EDs triggers me.

Do it for your 13 year old self type shit. Your younger self wanted to feel confident and skinny right?? Heal your inner child nod become skinny. I HOPE THIS HELPED A LITTLE!! Remember that all of these won’t work for everyone. Find out what triggers you. And BE CAREFUL. Don’t die plese. Don’t push yourself too hard!! And DRINK WATERR!! Most people with restrictive Eds suffer dehydration (or die from it in extreme cases) because we get a lot of moisture from food. So sip from that bottle, beautiful person.

[creepsterdreams]

I'm thinking about mc having a voice fetish and telling ts lI's that their voice is mc type

I love this request so much mostly because it allows me to bring up my headcanons for what they're voices sound like

TOUCHSTARVED LI's reaction to MC having a voice fetish and them being their "type"

Summary: How would the LI's respond if you had a voice fetish and told them that they were just your type

CW: Suggestiveness, some manhandling, teasing, MC being made fun of kinda, gn!MC, established relationships

LEANDER

Most people would’ve been annoyed with a voice that sounded like the textbook hero you would see in books, that boyish charm and cheerful attitude that never seemed to go away. Then there were those moments where that tone dropped, and their voice commanded the room, demanding to be acknowledged.

To you, it was just what you needed.

Another dispute had occurred within the walls of the Wet wick, this time between a bloodhound and a man that had just recently arrived to Eridia. Leander was quick on his feet, standing high on one of the tables yelling out that the next round of drinks were on him, all in an attempt to make everyone settle down. There was a certain edge to his tone that made you perk up, as if you were afraid to find out the consequences of not paying attention to him. Telling you that he is a leader and you will listen.

You quickly got up and went outside to the back of the building, honestly you had to get out of there before you jumped on him right where he stood.

After a few minutes of you pacing outside, wondering what to tell the mage once he realizes you had disappeared, the door swung open, and there he was, in all his glory.

“Hey sweetheart, I noticed you had ran off, everything okay?”

He was not making this any easier.

“I’m fine I just…needed a moment.” You responded hastily, voice wavering slightly.

Unfortunately for you, Leander picked up on your flushed tone, coming closer and sitting down against the wall next to you. He looks at you with a worried expression and wraps his arm around your shoulder, gently shaking you. “You sure you alright? You can tell me anything you know.”

Well if there was one flaw about Leander that you hates the most, it was his need to push.

So, you take a deep breath, and rub the tops of your thighs, trying to find the proper wording for your answer. “Well, it’s kind of hard to explain.”

He doesn’t respond, instead choosing to nod so you knew he was listening.

“It’s…your voice.”

Leander raises his eyebrows, his expression filled with confusion. “My voice?”

You couldn’t respond after that, the words got caught up in your throat, and heat was beginning to rise in your neck. But judging by your reaction, he somehow read your mind.

And that made his confusion turn into pure amusement.

“You like my voice sweetheart?”

Curse him.

You nodded, keeping your gaze trained on how his own green eyes seemingly lit up as he continued.

“Dawww you should’ve said something then, I would’ve talked your ear off even more.”

The joke made you laugh and press your forehead against his chest, breathing deeply. “I didn’t really know how to tell you that it’s just my type.”

He lets out a barking laugh, pausing for a moment to wrap his arms around your body, pulling you as close as possible, before pressing a gently kiss on the top of your head.

“Well, at least now I have an excuse to never shut up around ya.”

AIS

Ais had the kind of voice that you could only pull off when you’ve just freshly woken up, and had a few cigarettes. It was deep, and raspy in all the right places. The kind that sent shivers down your spine upon hearing it.

In the current times, you were crossed legged on the grounds of the seaspring. Luckily sitting far enough away from the bloody waters so you remained unaffected by it.

Princess was resting her head on your lap, with the rest of her body lying on the wooden boards. Soft warbling noises were coming from her, sounding almost like a purr, and the tendrils on her head swaying around in glee as you pet her.

Eventually, the doors open, and in walks Ais returning from the city, the horde of soulless surrounding him. Honestly, if they didn’t have the appearance of monsters, you would’ve mistaken them for overexcited puppies seeing their owner after a long day.

Ais chuckles and leans down, gently rubbing all of them on the tops of their heads as he coo’s at them. After that he sits up again and walks over to you, greeting you with a kiss on the forehead before giving his focus to Princess.

“Such a good girl, making sure they didn’t get into trouble while I was gone.” He murmured before glancing at you with a teasing grin.

You roll your eyes at his antics, scooting over slightly so he can sit down next to you and allow Princess to drape her body over his lap. You both always have a habit of spoiling her.

But rather than continuing to reward Princess with her much-needed pets, your mind drifts off and finds itself being pulled into the soft whispers coming from Ais. There was something so hypotonic about his voice that always put you into a trance, no matter if he was loud and obnoxious while at the bar, or gentle and tender while with you. Either way it always hit just the right spots.

"Sparrow?"

Ais's sudden call out causes you to jump and leave your thoughts. You look at him and see his intense stare, probably wondering why you were so silent.

"I'm alright, just daydreaming a bit."

He raises his eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. "About?"

You straighten up and your eyes widen, not expecting that question. Just how would he react if you told him about the growing attraction to his voice?

Your silence only pushes him further, the edges of his lips rising slightly. "Care to share, sparrow?"

And before you can think over your next words, your impulse takes over quickly. "Well, I was thinking about how much your voice is just my type."

The next few moments of silence are almost deafening.

Neither of you says a thing, the only thing being heard is Princess whining at the loss of attention and the waves from the seaspring. But what broke that silence, was Ais reaching over and grabbing you to place you on his lap.

Yelping, you try to escape his embrace, but then again you are working with monster strength here. He keeps his arms tightly wrapped around you, pressing his face as close to yours as possible, making sure his lips were right against your ear.

"What about my voice? Come on I wanna hear all about it."

You beg him to let you go, you're wriggling only getting slower as time goes by once you start accepting your entrapment. Ais lets out another warm laugh, leaning in closer and slightly dragging his sharp canines over the edge of your ear, causing you to shiver.

"If you won't confess so easily, luckily for you we have all night to talk."

KURAS

Kuras's voice was something you would expect to only hear in your dreams. The soft, yet almost ethereal tone that brings you nothing but comfort. A part of you thinks that Kuras is aware of your liking towards his voice, but, another part of honestly thinks his lack of feelings towards certain things makes him oblivious towards the matter.

You were at the moment caught up with organizing the mess that was the bookshelf hidden in the clinic. Truth be told, it was partially your fault that you begged him to add it, wanting those who were here for long periods to have some sort of entertainment. But after some time of having it, your lover eventually grew annoyed by how some people just basically threw it back onto the shelf rather than in its rightful place. So, here you were.

You were sitting down on a chair in front of the pile of books, having one in each hand as you took glances at the shelf and pondered on where they should go. You don't know how long you've been at it honestly, but apparently, it was long enough for your lover to walk into the room, wondering what you were up too.

"Dear? Have you really been in here all day?" Kuras says as he walks up next to you, peering down at the work you've done.

You respond with a tired hum, putting the other two books away before leaning your head against Kuras's midsection, sighing contently at the feeling.

He lets out a silent laugh, using one of his hands to softly rub his thumb on the back of your head. That's when he also starts telling you about his day, the patients that came in the early morning, how he had to make an emergency stop at the market to grab some more ingredients for remedies. As he continued on, you found yourself becoming increasingly sleepy, the gently rumbling of his voice slowly lulling you into a much needed rest.

"My love, do I need to carry you to the bed again?" He says in a quiet tone, yet you could hear a faint sense of teasing.

You shake your head scoot your chair closer so that you can snuggle more into his middle, using one of your own hands to play with the many accessories adorning his clothes.

But before you knew it, your exhaustion took over your sense of thought, and you started spilling whatever you held in your mind.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a really nice voice?”

This made Kuras pause his movement, looking down at you as he took notice of your tired appearance. “Is that so?”

You giggled before nodding, pulling on one of the golden pins. “I could listen it all day, and it’s just the kind that I love.”

Kuras awkwardly cleared his throat, covering his mouth to hide the obvious smile painted on his lips. Realizing your fidgeting was beginning to slow down, he gently removed your hand from him, before leaning down and placing his arms underneath your back and legs, so he can pick you up.

He then walks out of the room, and begins making his way towards the bedroom upstairs, making sure to readjust you if needed.

Kuras smiles down at your peaceful expression, seeing that you had fallen asleep while he was carrying you.

Hopefully you’ll enjoy the sound of him reading out loud, because that’s all he planned to do now that he had such interesting information.

VERE

If Ais’s voice was raspy and deep, then Vere’s is the definition of sultry and seductive. And it didn’t help that Vere was fully aware of this fact, and used it to its fullest advantage. The smooth yet silky tone that he uses when he wants to bring even the strongest to their knees. His voice was that of an additive drug that you couldn’t help but never get enough of.

Vere was having a long conversation with someone he had saw at a bar while you too were together, an acquaintance he called them. But even as you were barely paying attention to what was being said you could tell it was more of Vere gossiping while the other simply sat and listened. As you know the fox had little to no close relationships besides you and Ais, so they were probably just someone he tolerated rather than befriended.

But what did pull you back into the discussion was the sound of Vere’s tone dropping a bit, as he began recounting how one of the mages from the Senobium had the audacity to tell him what he could and couldn’t keep in the dungeon where they kept him. In his opinion, he had the right to decorate it as he pleased, after all he did his job perfectly, so who were they to dare question what he did outside that?

What made you pay so close attention though, was the hiss in Vere’s voice, somehow even when utterly annoyed he sounded enchanting.

“He was such a boring one, am I right darling?”

Now instead of in front of the other person, Vere’s gaze was now completely directed towards you. His eyes low and his expression nothing short of mischievous.

He knew what he was doing to you.

You quickly clear your throat and straighten your back, not wanting him to notice your obviously dazed state. “I agree, if there’s one thing that you love more than me it’s your sense of style.”

Vere lets out a taunting cackle that reveals his long and sharp teeth, reminding you just of what he can do if provoked. “That you are correct, my pet.”

The person he was speaking you eventually got up and left, claiming that they had a job they needed to attend to early in the morning.

So, now it left only you and your teasing lover.

He slid over to you, sitting down on the chair and leaning over to his chin was resting on your shoulder.

“We should head back home, I’m starting to miss our bed.”

You send him a flushed smile, readjusting your clothing. “It’s getting late anyway, I’m starting to feel a bit tired.”

He snickers, using one of his hands to reaching up and caress the side of your face, slowly dragging his claw down your cheek.

“I noticed your staring while I was talking to them, is there something you will like to share darling?”

You pause again, looking down at your feet as Vere continues teasing you with his words.

He then uses his pointer finger to tilt your head towards him, smirking as he takes in your expression. “It’s my voice isn’t it? It’s just what you need to get your rocks off? Hm?”

Well, shit. Guess there’s no hiding it now.

His smirk only widens, turning more into an amused grin.

“Hm, well now I guess we have even more of a reason to get home. I’ll show you other ways I can use this mouth of mine.”

MHIN

There were a lot of ways you could describe Mhin’s voice. One of them being quiet, yet firm. They often spoke in harsh, short sentences. Being more of someone that shows you what they mean rather than telling you. But that didn’t stop you from loving it any less. Another thing you loved was that their voice had somewhat of an accent to it, making it clear they weren’t from Eridia. To you it only made them sound more adorable, but you weren’t going to tell them that.

Mhin was in your room at the Wet Wick, washing out all the blood, and small parts of soulless that got on their hair. It was currently out of the shirt ponytail they usually kept it in, so now it was spread across their shoulders. All the more pleasing to you.

They were grumbling underneath their breath, hastily preening at the locks. You watched them closely, trying not to make your amusement noticeable as they continuously scooped up small amounts of water and flinging it onto their head.

After some time, they take a nearby cloth and use it to dry themselves, before standing up fully and taking a few steps over to you.

“What’s so funny?” They huff at you.

You covered your mouth, hiding your growing smile. “Oh nothing, just remembered something.”

They hummed and sat down next to you on the bed, removing the cloth and throwing it onto the bucket nearby.

But before they can talk again, your voice suddenly rang out.

“Has anyone ever told you your voice is really cute?”

Their eyes go wide and they whip their head around to face you. “Excuse me?”

Finally showing your grin, you repeat yourself. “It’s cute, I like listening to it.”

Within seconds, their face automatically turns red, and they look away, shielding you from seeing their expressions. “You can’t just say that!”

You let out a quiet giggle, sitting up so you can wrap your arms around their middle and lean against their back. “But it’s the truth. Your voice is just my type, my love.”

Of course you had to add the pet name just to drive this a little further.

They tense up in your hold, clenching their fist as they continue looking away from you. “Tsk…damn you.”

You laugh again, pressing closer so you can press a soft kiss on their cheek. “I love you too, Mhin.”

It took a lot of convincing but you were able to get them to talk some more, but only because you begged, of course.

[mad-hatter-memes]

Shirts That Go Hard

A collection of dialogue prompts from sentences printed on shirts as seen on the blog shirtsthatgohard. Feel free to adjust quotes as necessary.

TW: Swearing, suggestive references, death references, drug references, just a whole lot of mature references.

"You say...Lesbians eat WHAT!!?"

"I do not serve cunt, I am cunt's servant."

"Contrary to popular belief, I have a dad."

"When I die I might not go to heaven. I don't know if they let cowboys in."

"Do you guys ever think about dying?"

"Sorry I missed church, I was busy practicing witchcraft and becoming a lesbian."

"I went to the Garfield Fan-Con In Cleveland, Ohio and all I got was pregnant."

"I have a lot of thoughts about the 2006 Adam Sandler film "Click"."

"I make my mom sad with my choices every day."

"I gotta see the candy first, then I get in the van. I'm not stupid."

"Your shirt says "Cocaine and Caviar" but your face says "Fish Sticks and Fentanyl"."

"Sorry I shoved a Rice Krispie Treat in your DVD player..."

"My parents said I could be anything, so I became an asshole."

"After all that surgery you are still ugly, and that is what gets me."

"Calling me fat is not an insult. I'm sorry my mom bought groceries and not crack.

"Denny's is just Waffle House for people who don't know how to fight."

"The only thing I like more than reading books is fucking."

"I am going to punch you in the mouth! With my mouth...softly...because I like you."

"You constantly amaze me, but not in a good way."

"If she is your girlfriend, why is she playing with my mullet?"

"What have you done to deserve your legs?"

""What's Updog?" how about you shut the fuck "Updog"?"

"I feel like 2007 Britney..."

"Jesus loves you, but I don't. Go fuck yourself."

"I don't know what's wrong with me but I can name several prescription medications that haven't helped."

"Sorry for having great tits and correct opinions."

"Everything I want to do is illegal!"

"I haven't lost my virginity, because I never lose."

"I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shoot one either."

"I believe in you! I also believe in Bigfoot so don't get too excited."

"Jesus loves you. It's just the rest of us who think you're an asshole."

"I just took 12 gas station dick pills and now I'm on my way to Applebee's."

"You can go to hell, I'm going to Toyotathon."

"I wish Italians were real..."

"Not now, sweetie. Mommy's cyberbullying the mayor."

"Baby girl you're so damn fine. Though, I'm trying to know if I can hit you with a pinecone.

"In this group is a Fox News viewer. Can't find them? That's because they live among us, be afraid..."

"You're not a "Bad Bitch", you're a bad person."

"If there's no Bingo in heaven, I'm NOT going."

"Toes are just thicker fingers."

"I'm gonna identify as a fucking problem."

"At least get me some coffee before you start in with your horseshit."

"You're twisted, perverted, and sick...I like that in a person!"

"I don't need life, I'm high on drugs!"

"Hating popular things doesn't make you an interesting person."

"Sorry princess, I only date women who might stab me."

"Kindly keep your bullshit to your fucking self."

"We're all trying to kill time, while time kills us."

"What the fuck is really going on?"

"If you heard anything bad about me, believe all that shit and leave me the fuck alone."

"Bigfoot is real and he tried to eat my ass."

"If you think I'm a bitch, you should meet my sister."

"Sweating sucks, I'd rather be embraced by the cold chill of autumn."

"Oh I don't drink, just drugs for me thanks!"

[almostempty]

get to know your moots

thanks for the tag @yxtkiwiyxt, i can never resist a classic myspace about me bulletin survey throwback bc i yearn for the days of agonizing over finding the perfect profile song

what's the origin of your blog title?: it's too much pressure to create a witty name, i've used such gripping online usernames as waterbottle, casual-stapler, oldfruit, etc..

favorite fandoms: this is all i participate in actively! but i do enjoy being exposed to other fandoms through y'all here and there

OTP(s) + shipname: i just want all of the various fictional ppcu characters for me

favorite color: black n yellow 🖤💛

favorite game: nothing recently, but i enjoy zelda games, rdr2, elden ring, and roller coaster tycoon (1999)

song stuck in your head: listening to Sativa - Jhené Aiko, Swae Lee currently

weirdest habit/trait?: dissociating in car (parked)

hobbies: reading, writing, finding new/old music, making myself laugh over silly memes, swimming, solo adventures, people watching, going to da movies, etc.

if you work, what's your profession?: drug and alcohol counseling and juvenile justice advocacy

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: obligatory i do not dream of labor, but like @yxtkiwiyxt, for my next trick i'd like to be a digital nomad somehow

something you're good at: i have a good picker for friends, i'm occasionally funny, dogs like me

something you're bad at: being concise, perception/management of time in any manner and remembering

something you love: music, all day, every day, non stop

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: various rants about capitalism (i'm fun), movies i haven't seen but feel like i could accurately guess the plot of, my fav cursed double features

something you hate: my poor perception of time and memory issues, executive dysfunction, facing my demons aka doing IFS work in therapy

something you collect: concert vids, i think i'm the only one that rewatches them?, books, nearly dead peach ice Lost Mary's

something you forget: plans, texts, objects and people not in my line of sight, if a memory real or a dream/idea, if i've already told you the story i'm halfway through (but i still think it's funny so i intend on finishing it either way)

what's your love language?: i know it's an innocent question, but i have mad beef with the author of the book about love languages and the christian gender roles perpetuated in the book and lack of empirical research around the concepts, and the creator's homophobia, but i digress (i told y'all i'm fun)

favorite movie/show: some movies: office space, SLC punk, eternal sunshine, the thing, drive, bottoms; don't make me pick shows rn

favorite food: been unable to stop getting nachos and the poblano crema from the taqueria on my block for the last ~6 weeks

favorite animal: big time animal lover here, shout out to my dogs!! i can't choose a fav otherwise

are you musical?: i can play a couple instruments, i wish i could sing

what were you like as a child?: a pleasure to have in class

favorite subject at school?: art, but i pursued science

least favorite subject?: i never took chemistry because everyone complained about how hard it was and i figured out you didn't need it to graduate, but i suppose technically i didn't take it so can't confirm

what's your best character trait?: adaptability (i just took an updated personality test lmao to help me figure one out)

what's your worst character trait?: perfectionist (not with editing heheh)

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: a few interpersonal interactions

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: maybe an artist from the 27 club, just to see them perform

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

two completed longfics i enjoyed <3, best kept secret- enemies to lovers/bodyguard din by luckbealincoln on ao3, vampire waltz - idiots in love/ max phillips by absurdthirst, wardenparker on ao3

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tags, but no pressure: @auteurdelabre @gothcsz @lovely-vamp-princess

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[puppyfriedrice]

You'd think it'd get routine. In some ways it does. In others… well the difference lies in the feeling. People say you get bored and need to go to the brink to chase the first thrill. That's not true. At least, not in the same sense. Sometimes a feeling never leaves, sometimes it changes.

People wax poetic about the first time doing anything. Their first kiss, their first drink, their first car, their first heartbreak, first time throwing a novel against a wall in rage, first bully, first roller coaster, first ticket, first time. There is something to be said of a first, and that's because whatever emotion one might be feeling becomes entwined in the secondary emotion. The one that amplifies whatever it comes into contact with. It's never really discussed but everyone knows it's there, on the brink of excitement. Fear.

Fear of the unknown.

Overlooked- fear can be replaced easily by hatred. Or love. Sometimes it's not even replaced, not really, sometimes the fear never leaves. Fear and love make the most common bedmates, for to truly love one must place trust in someone other than oneself. And that, that's true fear.

A thrill is endorphins released at the exact moment to counteract the sheer terror a brain is experiencing.

At least, it was for Ben.

He'd always been an adrenaline junkie. A rush that his brain woefully didn't provide most days. Feel good chemicals. A brain that just was not good at making him feel happy.

It was common. Humans aren't perfect, they never were. That fact didn't stop the anger that he couldn't just wake up and feel alive without a little help. He hated relying on help. He felt as though he was a failure because the juices just didn't flow right to create a smile. The pills helped a little, the rest was sheer determination. He knew it was always going to be a battle.

But it was a battle that he was willing to fight. It wasn't just because there was someone he wanted to see smile back at him, but because there were so many beautiful things worth battling for. Long car rides, loud music, the stars littering the country sky, good books, great movies, friends, love, human connection, food.

A change is gradual sometimes. It's soft and creeps up when it's least expected. It won't happen overnight. Sometimes it's unnoticed until you wake up and don't dread getting out of bed. Things get a little easier. You wash the dishes without putting them off another day. You see your friends and you don't think about how they'd react if you were gone. You don't break down into tears in your kitchen at three am because you can't sleep and you can't remember not feeling tired. What you're pushing against has give, and you gain inches in ground against it. You have some strength again. You have the energy to make yourself stronger against that darkness.

The darkness doesn't truly go away, but even a candle has enough light to see by.

Sometimes the change is quick. It's a breath when you realize you've been holding it. It's a jolt of laughter when you can't remember a tickle. It's the feeling that swells when you see a smile. And is not just happiness that returns. The fog blows away and you're no longer empty. Anger, sadness, jealousy, joy all punch you in the gut and you can feel human again.

And sometimes you never stop chasing a thrill.

Emotions are complex. He knew that. Feelings couldn't always be described. Humans never could quite grasp the words needed to relay the multitude of firing neurons in a moment. Not that they didn't try. Poetry and prose as soon as man was capable of speech. Even before we learned to write.

So Ben tried to explain himself to himself. Some people just want to understand. He just wanted that thrill. But lurking at the edges was always the question.

Why?

Maybe it was the lack of control. Maybe it was the fear of judgement. Maybe it was the thought of getting caught. Maybe it was his way of sticking it to the man. Maybe it was because he liked to eat. Maybe it was to feel grounded. Maybe it was the physical pain. Maybe he thought he deserved it. Maybe it was all of it.

As his mind became clearer, he had a gradual change, followed by a sucker punch of a quick one.

Possibly, there was never going to be a time when he didn't think he deserved to be punished. That's just the way his brain was wired.

He admitted to himself he craved it. He had accepted it a while ago. It wasn't too strange to enjoy giving up control.

The gradual change came like a soft kiss. A little unexpected but welcome. He knew he loved Ezra. He learned to be okay with himself and not crush feelings. Or thoughts late at night.

The quick change, that was another story, and just like the unexpected, it came with the thrill that Ben could not resist.

The idea of eating to the point just before the edge of capacity usually is not a pleasant thought. To Ben it was everything he stopped himself from doing.

He didn't let go of his control. He kept his body a sacrament to popular demand. Everything was about others. Never about him. And sometimes he wanted a fucking extra slice of cake.

He felt carved up and served to the people and he finally allowed himself to hate it.

And a damn broke and he changed. And he didn't give a single shit for once.

Not even the idea that Ezra might not like him for it.

It wasn't about her, though she frequented his fantasies. Sometimes as judgement, sometimes as sweet words encouraging another bite, and sometimes (though he didn't mean for it to come to mind) she was the one holding the fork.

[beautiful-songbird]

You know what I realized…I actually just don’t like when people have strong opinions about people who disagree with them.

You didn’t like that book? Cool. You’re fighting with the people who like it? Not cool.

You loved that book? Cool. You’re fighting with people who didn’t like it? Not cool.

People have different opinions, especially when it comes to media. Why can no one seem to respect this? Don’t insult someone just because they didn’t like your favorite book series. Don’t insult someone just because they like a series you think is bad.

Why are full grown adults insulting each other on the internet based off of book tastes??? You guys do realize that no one is going to agree with you 100% of the time, right????

[sugarcoatednightshade]

thinking about how Humans Are Space Orcs stories always talk about how indestructible humans are, our endurance, our ability to withstand common poisons, etc. and thats all well and good, its really fun to read, but it gets repetitive after a while because we aren't all like that.

And that got me thinking about why this trope is so common in the first place, and the conclusion I came to is actually kind of obvious if you think about it. Not everyone is allowed to go into space. This is true now, with the number of physical restrictions placed on astronauts (including height limits), but I imagine it's just as strict in some imaginary future where humans are first coming into contact with alien species. Because in that case there will definitely be military personnel alongside any possible diplomatic parties.

And I imagine that all interactions aliens have ever had up until this point have been with trained personnel. Even basic military troops conform to this standard, to some degree. So aliens meet us and they're shocked and horrified to discover that we have no obvious weaknesses, we're all either crazy smart or crazy strong (still always a little crazy, academia and war will do that to you), and not only that but we like, literally all the same height so there's no way to tell any of us apart.

And Humans Are Death Worlders stories spread throughout the galaxy. Years or decades or centuries of interspecies suspicion and hostilities preventing any alien from setting foot/claw/limb/appendage/etc. on Earth until slowly more beings are allowed to come through. And not just diplomats who keep to government buildings, but tourists. Exchange students. Temporary visitors granted permission to go wherever they please, so they go out in search of 'real terran culture' and what do they find?

Humans with innate heart defects that prevent them from drinking caffeine. Humans with chronic pain and chronic fatigue who lack the boundless endurance humans are supposedly famous for. Humans too tall or too short or too fat to be allowed into space. Humans who are so scared of the world they need to take pills just to function. Humans with IBS who can't stand spicy foods, capsaicin really is poison to them. Lactose intolerance and celiac disease, my god all the autoimmune disorders out there, humans who struggle to function because their own bodies fight them. Humans who bruise easily and take too long to heal. Humans who sustained one too many concussions and now struggle to talk and read and write. Humans who've had strokes. Humans who were born unable to talk or hear or speak, and humans who through some accident lost that ability later.

Aliens visit Earth, and do you know what they find? Humanity, in all its wholeness.

[4lexnilsen]

“you’re being ridiculous,  helena.”   alex can only roll his eyes and dismissively wave his hand,  trying to understand what it is that she’d want him to do when his friend is under constant scrutiny for simply existing.   “she’d never lay a hand on you!   and if she did,  i surely wouldn’t just sit by and praise her for it or excuse her behavior.”   he doesn’t allow anyone to speak poorly about helena in his presence,  so why would he allow helena to belittle his other friends?   he puts down what’s left of the churro that he’d been munching on and wipes his lips with the back of his hand,  trying to ignore the spectacle that she’s putting on.   the tears that he’s glimpsed in her doe-like hues must be fake —   this spoiled brat isn’t used to people disagreeing with her or talking back.   still,  his heart aches but he’s too angry to feel much sympathy.   who gave her the right to play freud and analyze his life choices?   project her own insecurities onto him?   “ohhh,  helena wayne said her first bad word.   what would daddy think about it?”   he cruelly taunts,  figuring two can play this game of blatant disrespect.   

“who’s been treating you like shit?   name one person.   sarah?   she avoids you like the plague!   poppy?   that’s all in your head.   she doesn’t have any personal agenda against you.   she just wants to make sure that i’m not replacing her!   for someone who constantly talks about feelings and tries to pick apart every single one,  you have no empathy for her.   how do you know they talk behind your back?   see?   you’re doing it again!   putting words in people’s mouths.   i’ve never heard them say anything rude about you.   period.   again,  sarah doesn’t know you and poppy isn’t hellbent on making a villain out of you.”   he’s reaching for the door,  ready to just get out of her car and remove himself from this insane situation before she begins to throw other things at him.   all because he’s a good friend.   “which one of us are you talking about right now?   a professional guilter and manipulator with a victim complex.   that’s all you,  helena.   oh,  look at me,  i’m so friendly and sweet and i’ve convinced myself other girls just hate me.   do you even hear yourself?”   he zips up his jacket,  shaking his head because she sounds psychotic.   absolutely psychotic.

“a guy with a whole lot of issues?   jesus christ.   you really are crazy.   i’ve got issues because i go on vacation with my best friend who just so happens to be a woman?   i don’t know what misogynistic bullshit you’ve been taught in private schools,  but men and women can be just friends.”   if he only allowed himself a glimpse into the darkest parts of his soul,  he’d know that she’s right about everything —   he does have plenty of issues and trauma that has never been fully processed.   but something that his consciousness refuses to acknowledge.   “sharing a bed.   oh,  how evil of us that was.   right,  because sleeping in one bed means you’re fucking,  yeah?   i have back problems,  helena.   it was an honest mistake during the booking process,  not some great scheme to get into each other’s pants while sarah’s waiting at home.   we slept in one bed because i couldn’t sleep on the floor or the tiny sofa because of my back,  and i sure as hell wasn’t gonna let poppy take the floor.   just like i wouldn’t let you do it.”   he can’t believe she’s actually stalked those pictures,  read the captions.   that’s obsessive behavior.

“unlock the door,  i’m going home.   i can’t handle more of this bullshit.   you’ve offended me enough times for one day.”   but just as he says it,  the car roars to life and he’s squished back into the seat,  fingers digging into the leather beneath.   suddenly,  the temperature reaches a hundred degrees as his heart begins to race.   “what are you doing?   this is crazy.   you’ve lost your mind.   pull over.   i said PULL OVER!”   he doesn’t raise his voice often,  but he’s losing sanity and can’t help it.   is she planning on crashing the car?   he wouldn’t put it past her.   “helena,  slow down.   there’s other cars in the street!   slow down.   what the fuck?!”   he generally hates being the one in the passenger’s seat,  but now…   he’s certain this is how he goes —   all because he got in the car with an insane person.   “give me that fucking thing.   pay attention to the road!”   he unceremoniously snatches her phone,  his left hand grabbing the steering wheel because he doesn’t trust her one bit right now.   “pull over,  i’m getting out.   PULL.   OVER.”

"and it's crazy how you really are the poppy wright DEFENSE attorney." a dry laugh emits. "if she slapped me in the face, you'd have all sorts of defenses even then... 'oh, judge. it's just because she doesn't trust easily!'" mocking him, he makes her head absolutely ACHE and her stomach twist and turn deeply in disgust acting like this. "of course i'm going to talk things–" trying to fight back the urge to curse as angry tears well in her eyes– quickly swiping them away, but forget that, he just gaslighted her ONCE again. the pulse in her neck quivering, throat hardening, before exploding, "of course i'm going to talk shit," forget trying to hold back and saying 'THINGS', "when someone treats me like shit! i don't need to be revoltingly guilted by you for not being a 'girls girl' once it gets to that point. i won't let anyone treat me like shit, whether you like it or not. whether you accuse me of bullshit like that or not. and you... you're such a liar. when i know for certain they say things. you're trying to guilt me all while LYING, alex?!" what kind of terrible game is he trying to play with her? it's flabbergasting and insulting, how STUPID he thinks she is. to play like these girls are so innocent, trying to make her the villain while he in fact is aware he's lying. it leaves her staring at him wide eyed, angry and shocked like she doesn't even know who he is. it's no wonder her instincts had a funny idea about him, he's not that quiet nice guy he portrays so well. he wears a mask. "good idea. i should switch career paths all in order to diagnose what kind of mental illness i'm witnessing. you being a professional guilter, manipulator and a liar."

"doing what? sitting in my car? listening to you talking like a guy with a whole lot of issues? at least we're not on a vacation, sharing a bed right now." like in that picture his friend posted of them on instagram she caught a long time ago. "i told you that you project and now you go and repeat it like a toddler learning a new word because it MUST'VE hit a nerve. and now you entirely misuse the word so often, that it's criminal." rolling her eyes at how ignorant he sounds. "it isn't your POINT of view when it's just you being an accusatory ASSHOLE."

the fourth curse word spewing from her tonight, sounding foreign coming from her voice but who cares about being polite and put well together when inner fury and rage is boiling her blood. no one has ever pushed her so far off the edge like this. heat slithering up her back in hot waves, pooling in her cheeks– temples throbbing. unable to take all of these accusatory and untrue comments, being twisted like she's the one in the wrong from his clique to him making her feel like it's her FAULT why harry treats her the way he does. all at the wrong time he's offering they go visit sarah and harry... of course her ANGER thinks first before anything else. "fine!" mustang is already started and humming, all it takes is helena's right hand to fly to the gear shift and her foot stomping the acceleration to make it growl alive as the car takes off. "two things at once?" how twisted is he to say something like that to her? "i'll show you three things at once then." how to drive chicago like a speed demon without getting caught. let's see who needs control now as the speedometer climbs to 45, 55, 65... let's SEE WHO is controlling. picking up her phone while she's driving and speed still races to the next digit, going to a specific app while she's at it. typing in sarah's name to get her address since she's going to need it.