#you don't have to agree but they are mine

[kdgts---zooperz]

a lot of really good points here. Was thinking of a few of them myself but lost the wind in my sails near the end. It's what i touched on with "and getting lucky, as, just because your putting in effort, it doesn't guarantee others will notice/agree"

But yeah, I wasn't really taught that crap as a kid, I was taught to -wear a belt, -to wear jeans, anything else means your a lazy piece of garbage, and to have the same haircut as my dad, which is to say a very basic and generic one. It WASN'T till I started doing things like my newsboy hats, wearing collars under sweaters, etc, that I got a few more. Still only went from what i'd consider 1 good compliment (one i still think of today) from years 0-17 to 3 (total) from 18-21 (cant speak after that, because I started getting way more after both getting a boyfriend and a female bff)

but yeah, while it is technically true that it's tied to the correct kind of effort, most young'ns aren't actually taught what that is, at least I wasn't and neither were my friends. (and from what i've seen growing up in my area it seems to be true or 85% of boys i've seen. then 7% were all cowboys. I think they were both made fun of quite a bit and complimented quite a bit too, from what i recall) The rest were assorted varieties of people.

I was specifically told the things i liked -hounds tooth, newsboy caps, etc- don't look good and NOT to try them, even! I had points deducted for wearing a (minorly) Hounds-tooth Suit jacket while on the debate team! (well, not deducted, my opponent just got points added for wearing a "nice suit" and I didn't (they were just wearing a black suit, and mine was brown & houndstooth. Mine wasn't ill fitting, or dirty, or ripped. (neither were theirs) Pisses me off. I hate when speech judges get drafted into judging debate. (after talking with the them after, they also were a little disgrunted on my behalf, not that they didn't appriciate the compliment, but they thought it was BS that that was scored, especially since it implies I look bad. Ugh. Still mad.

But yeah. Hard to put in good effort, when you gotta figure out how first.

I just know that the dudes who make those "girls get 500 compliments a day vs. guy gets one compliment once and cherishes it for the rest of his life" memes put zero effort into their appearance. Like what exactly do you expect people to say? Wow nice plain ill-fitting hoodie, goes great with your basic-ass blue jeans and nondescript haircut. Got some real cool Grey Man vibes going on, you could seamlessly blend into any crowd ever without being seen at all.

Like nobody has any obligation to look any certain way, but you can't expect to be praised for doing something you're not even trying to do. I dress like I got tarred and feathered in a Tim Burton film costume department discard scrap pile, and someone saying they like my style is a biweekly occurrence.

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ daddy playlist II (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 gird x leclerc! reader ( platonic )

summary: the leclerc sister causing havoc in the f1 driver’s life again

tw : fluff; chaos, SUGGESTIVE

fc : emma chamberlain

a/n : I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 the reader is gay, so don’t like it, don’t read it 🫶🏻 also, there are a lot of suggestive jokes, so please don’t read if you are uncomfortable

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babyn ok, Kimi is a baddie fr

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lordperceval STOP SPOILING KIMI

lordperceval GEORGE PLEASE TAKE KIMI AWAY

babyn KIMI IS THE POURING VODKA

georgey charles, kimi is more of a drunkard than lando

pastanelli what's this

pastanelli baddie yes

pastanelli I AM 18, ITS 9PM ON A FUCKING FRIDAY

babyn GET THE FUCK UP WE ARE GOING TO HIGH

pastanelli I am bringing my gf next time

babyn I AM BRINGING MINE TOO

chillijr you don't even have one

babyn I will make one !!!!

lollie CLUBBING WITHOUT ME

babyn sorry, you were sleeping

norriz why are the rookies such alcoholics

pierreneedsgas don't start norris, you're worse

kikagnome Y/N , stop drinking vodka with kids

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babyn WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT MERCEDES

lordperceval EXACLTY, LET AMG CRASH

pastry my god, WHY IS KIMI DRIVING WITHOUT A LICENCE

kingarthur yup, yn drinking and driving

lordperceval JAIL

max1 let the girl live, i swear FIA and FBI won't let anyone live

babyn LOVE YOU MAX

lordperceval MAX STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER AND GIVING HER SUCH WEIRD ADVICE

max1 SHE IS GAY !

babyn lesbian *

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babyn KIKAAA , I WAS DRUNK WITH BIANCA AND SHE IS ON MY BATHROOM FLOOR !? ALSO WHY WAS ON THE FLOOR ! KIKAAA ANSWER ME !? I DONT REMEMBER THESE PCITURES! WAIT OH MY GOD ! KIKA

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kikagnomes the reason I am not responding is cuz this is a post, NOT OUR TEXTS

kikagnomes Charles and arthur are going to kill you

lordperceval WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU

lordperceval DRUNK AGAIN !?

lordperceval PICK UP YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW

norriz she must be fucking Bianca

kingarthur LANDO!!

lordperceval THATS OUT SISTER !!

lordperceval WHY IS BIANCA THERE

alexmieux calm down charles, banging the phone won't make a difference

babyn KIKAKAKAAKAKJA SHE MUAH MUAH ME

lordperceval Y/N, PICK YOU PHONE

kikagnome guys, we collectively agree not to respond to this post yeah ?

pastry 👍🏻

max1 👍🏻

georgey 👍🏻

pierreneedsgas 👍🏻

albono 👍🏻

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babyn alright guys, I was drunk. Lando is hating me for picking my hangover ass. PLEASE NO BIANCA TALKS

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lordperceval not funny

lordperceval LANDO YOU WERE WITH THEM YET THEY GOT SO DRUNK

chillijr they were with lando THATS WHY they got that drunk

norriz calm down

norriz THEY GOT 1836 POUNDS WORTH OF VODKA

babyn i ma broke, ask my brothers

kingarthur I AINT PAYING MADAME

lordperceval my blood pressure

kikagnome lando being such a pookie

norriz set me up with Carla

pierreneedsgas NO !?

pierreneedsgas LANDO IS NOT BECOMING MY BROTHER IN LAW

babyn damn lando, my best friend's sister ?

pastanelli YOU ANSWER ME YN

pastanelli Bianca left her clothes at your place and she is asking me for your number

lordperceval WHAT

kingarthur dead yn. DEAD

babyn thank you so much KIMI

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babyn pg -13 date only

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kikagnome YN?!?!

lordperceval ALEX, IS MY LIFE INSURANCE UPTO DATE !?

lordperceval YN LECLERC , WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ?

babyn I just went on a date with Bianca

lordperceval DATE AND FUCKED !?

babyn HOW DO YOU -

babyn oh

babyn OH

babyn FUCK

kingarthur WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF YOUR HICKEY !?

norriz bro got rizz

babyn thank you

lordperceval WHAT THE HELL YN !?

pastanelli Bianca still wants her clothesz

babyn she told me I look good in them 🤩

kingarthur YN ON THE CALL NOW

max1 damn kid, didn't think you had it in you

babyn I know 😔

lordperceval YN, ONE MORE TIME YOU IGNORE -

kikagnome You need concealer love ?

babyn Yes bby 🤩

lordperceval YN LECLERC! going to maman right now

babyn yes, photo deleted, life deleted, in call what's next ?

let me know if you want to be added or removed to the tg!

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[cha0s-junkie]

I am eating ur works up omg keep up the good work!!!

and if its fine could I request something with a yan vampire dad? especially with some infantilism if you don't mind teehee c:

platonic yandere! vampire dad x reader

warnings; forced transformation (kind of? reader doesn't know that they're being turned but kind of also agreed to it. idk IDK), kind of kidnapping. this is a weird situation, vampire feeding, yandere-ish, and obv infantilism

--

The pain was overwhelming, you laid against the brick wall trying to control your breathing. The stab wound in your torso was still gushing out blood. You were going to die, cold and alone in an alleyway.

"Ah," Someone. A person, you muster the remaining bit of your strength to call out to them. They shush you and a cold hand brushes the blood dripping from your mouth. "A young thing... I could smell you from miles away."

They hum as you whimper in pain again. "A little fledgling, full of youth." They whisper, the blood from your wound coating their fingertips. "Would you like that? Being mine?"

You didn't know what it meant but you nod anyways. "I wonder how you'll be like, darling." You feel your arm being lifted up and you move again.

"Keep still sweetheart, it'll be over soon." They coo softly. A sharp pain shot through your body. You open your mouth and all you could do to protest it was pathetic whines.

"We're done, we're done." They reassure, kissing the new puncture wounds on your wrist.

The pain stops and you started to feel even more woozy. Maybe the person who stabbed you in the first place came back to finish you off, you black out and fall limp right into the expecting arms of your sire. Unbeknownst to you.

Orion catches you, watching as your wound started to slowly heal itself. Once you were a fully fledged vampire wounds would heal in an instant, but for now you had your sire to look after you. For once in the centuries he has existed for, he has something to care for.

Someone, he cradles you closer to him. Your head dropping so that it lays perfectly against his chest. "All mine."

--

Thirsty. You feel so fucking thirsty, it's as if you have been starving for years. Your head feels heavy as you move, trying to sit up. But everything you did felt so heavy.

"Well hello there sleepy head, feeling hungry?" A man you hadn't noticed was in the room practically glides to your bed and sits near you. You don't know why he feels so familiar, a small part of you yearns to be near him but you don't know why.

You didn't know who he was. But you reach out towards him anyways, he smiles as he pulls you onto his lap. You feel small as he hums softly, comfort washing away your worries.

"Here, drink up," He lifts.... something to your mouth. You don't know what it is but the smell. The smell was delicious, you immediately latch on.

"You're going to drain me," He chuckles, watching fondly as you drink his blood. He needed to establish a bond between his fledgling, the best way to do so is let them feed on their sire for their first few weeks. "Good, huh?"

When you're done, you finally let go. Your head a little clearer now after finally drinking something, you turn to look at the man that has been cooing at you.

"Who are you, why am I not dead?" Remnants of your near-death experience are still fresh in your mind. You should be dead.

"I saved you, darling."

"How am I- I was about to die." You muttered. You looked down, expecting to see a gaping wound in your torso but, nothing. Well, there was a scar in its place but it was slowly fading.

"How-" He shushes you, slightly rocking you as if you were a fussy child.

"So many questions, from such a tired little fledgling. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. Maybe I'll answer your questions when you feel less sleepy."

You do feel tired. Why were you so tired?

"Shhh, shhh. You'll feel better when you sleep more, hm? Plenty of time for us to talk later on." His voice was soothing. Maybe you will listen to him, this stranger.

--

[librarygarten]

I actually have some more ideas for scenarios regarding isekai reader, if you don't mind answering them.

Imagine telling the Chain that your favorite saga isn't The legend of Zelda, but another Nintendo series, like Mario.

Wind: So how does it feel to meet your favorite heroes from your favorite game series, cool huh?

Isekai: Oh, well Meeting you is great and all, but you're not my favorite series, actually, heh.

Chain: w h a t

Isekai: Yeah, so Nintendo's most popular series is called Super Mario and i LOVE their games, they're my all time favorite and-

Isekai reader reader proceeded to ramble about Mario and his games.

All of them are going to be so offended lol. What do you mean they're not your favorite!? What's this plumber have that they don't? >:[

“So, tell us, Y/N, what’s it like finally meeting your favorite video game heroes?” Warriors has a sly grin plastered across his face.

“Huh?” You’re caught off-guard by the question. So off-guard, that you don’t have time to censor the next words out of your mouth. “You guys aren’t my favorite video games.”

“WHAT!?” Wild gasps from halfway across the camp. Turning to look towards him, you notice the entire chain seems to suddenly be focusing on your’s and Warriors’ conversation, although some are better at hiding it than others. Time at least has the decency to look away, but based on the not-so-subtle glances he keeps making in your direction, you can tell he’s still listening.

“What do you mean we’re not your favorite!?” Wind sounds half-offended, half-heartbroken at the news. “I thought you loved playing my games.”

“Ah, I do,” you smile nervously. “It’s just that I like other games better, you know?”

“What could be better than our games?” Legend fiddles with the rings on his fingers, trying to pretend not to care. He’s not very convincing. “I thought you said some of mine were so popular they got made multiple times?”

“Yeah,” you agree hesitantly, “but those aren’t even my favorite Legend of Zelda Games.” Legend’s eye twitches at your confession, but he remains silent.

“So what games do you like?” Hyrule asks.

“Probably Mario,” you light up at the chance to talk about your favorite game. “He’s kind of like you guys, in that most of the games involve saving a princess.”

“Oh, so he’s a hero like us,” Sky nods. It would make sense if you liked their games that you would like other similar games.

“Err, no. He’s a plumber,” you chuckle nervously.

“A plumber?” Four raises an eyebrow. “As in the guys that fix pipes?”

You nod.

“So what makes him better than us?” Twilight blushes at his own question. Apparently, he had not meant that to come out. Still, he seems to be eagerly awaiting your response.

Was he jealous?

Looking again at the boys, they all seem invested in what you’re about to say next.

“Uhh,” your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you try to respond. What were you supposed to say? That you liked jumping from platform to platform, stepping on turtles, more than you liked solving dungeon puzzles? That your ideal character was a mushroom wearing a mining headlamp? “I don’t know? Mario games feel a lot less lonely, I guess?”

“Lonely?” Time seems puzzled. Ah, so he was done pretending not to eavesdrop and had actually decided to join the conversation.

“Yeah. Most of them have multiplayer, so my siblings and I could each play a different character and we could beat the level together,” you smile at the memory. Many lazy summer afternoons had been spent yelling at the screen with your siblings, scolding each other for falling off a platform only to fall off the same one moments later.

“Wait, but I thought my games were multiplayer?” Four points to himself, confused.

“Dude, yours do not count.”

“Aw :(”

[ceasarslegion]

Canadians of tumblr look at me. Look at me. Our general election will likely be extremely soon so look at me. Right now.

Do. Not. Split. The. Vote.

Do not listen to people on tumblr from a very different riding than you and assume it also applies to yours. Our electoral system is based on local MP elections, and all the arguing about how fair or legitimate it is will not change the fact that that is what we have right now. And that is what we have to work with right now.

On our REALISTIC docket for PM we have slightly better than trudeau or we have canadian trump. Be REALISTIC about the NDP's chance of a federal victory here, we can not afford all the moral posturing and calls for voting a certain way from certain big blogs right now, because like it or not, they have never held PM and their consistent trends in the polls have been abysmal on a national level. You are going to have to accept that instead of seeing them as a way to yell at Americans for not voting Democrat while you split the vote in your own country. If you are in a place that looks like mine:

You suck it up and you vote liberal. You don't have to announce who you voted for online, you don't have to think of yourself as lesser, and voting for a party doesn't mean you are locked into that party and have to agree with everything they do until the end of time, and you don't have to vote for them in the future. If the conservatives have no chance in your riding, you have more of a choice in the matter.

But when its fucking poilievre heading the conservatives at the same time that Trump is threatening our national sovereignty and attempting to destroy our economy, we can argue about party lines and stubborn ideologies when our nations soul isn't on the line.

We saw what happened to the americans. Don't be like that. It's not worth what will happen to your rights if poilievre becomes PM because too many progressives whined and stomped their feet about Carney not being exactly like Singh. The liberals will not hear whatever ubiquitous "message" you think youre sending by either not voting or splitting the vote.

Be realistic. Do the hard thing. If you yelled at americans who sat on their ass and did nothing to stop trump because kamala wasn't perfect, you put your money where your mouth is and you vote for the realistic candidate in your riding, not the one you like the most.

Find your riding here to see your stats broken down:

[wintersoulwitch]

Updated for 12/03/25 with further details below the cut courtesy of @brinksnow! 🖤🖤🖤

Tonight's guest was David Walliams - I wondered whether they'd have him on after getting Matt Lucas in! Matt actually namechecked David during his appearance, so I may as well use this post to add some details for both of 'em!

Matt Lucas 01/03/25

When they asked Matt what he'd been in he said "I was in Little Britain - it wasn't as good as the League of Gentlemen... but it was a lot bigger. I was in Come Fly With Me, which we don't talk about. I was in 15 episodes of Doctor Who... which was co-written by Mark Gatiss who I love! You know, in the League of Gentlemen he was one of my absolute favourites..." Steve: Never heard of him! Reece made him laugh by doing Ollie Plimsolls-esque side hops when he said "I know how to answer a phone!" and then made himself laugh and had to turn his back on the audience for a bit to try and calm down.

When they asked Matt to do a Spanish accent he said "I got in a lot of trouble doing other accents..." and then after doing his rubbish Spanish accent said "The David Walliams school of accents!"

(I actually thought his Geordie was pretty good... better than mine and I've lived here over 20 years 😆)

When they asked him to do the flamenco he said "I said no to Strictly and now this!"

When Reece handed Matt the trumpet he said "'Ave a go at thaaaaat" and sounded SO Geoff

The song went "I love you, you love me, I wish I hadn't agreed to do this for free." Reece went "Is that it?!"

When Matt Lucas was left alone he shrugged and went "I don't know what to do...!"

When he came out of the wardrobe to correct Len about the name of the Great British Bake Off, he pointed at Reece and said "He was on it! Did you not even see it? He was on a celebrity edition for Stand Up to Cancer. I use the word celebrity loosely, but... He won it! Do you not watch it? Do you not like Alison Hammond? Are you racist?"

David Walliams 12/03/25

The mime was "Slay Vid Wall Iams" - I asked brinksnow if they meant "lambs" and they say "literally iams like the cat food" My god they are ridiculous😆😆😆

As David walked up the stairs he said he preferred it and thought that Reece & Steve were better when they were working with Mark & Jeremy

He was shit at doing the accents - "They didn't even make the second geordie joke because Reece eventually was like 'no no just do your regular voice'"

The running gag was "Britain's Got Talent" so when David came out of the wardrobe he yelled "IT'S BRITAIN'S GOT CUNTING TALENT" which made Reece crack up and ask "Are you done?"

Stage/Fright

I won't be reblogging Stage/Fright stuff here to prevent spoilers, but I'll use this pinned post for some real-time archiving. Last updated 12/03/25

SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT

Here are my observations and impressions and as many details as I can remember after my first viewing of Stage/Fright.

silverview has a wonderful, detailed report up here

I loved reading the observations from fecklesheckleshacklesschmeckles and kitmarlowe, too.

Press Night is Weds 29 Jan 2025, so we should get some high quality photos and "official" reviews after that Photos at the end of this post! Review roundup added now, too!

I'm going to try and track the celebrity guests throughout the run. Asks are open if you have a tip for a show you've attended!

Celebrity guests

(plus the mime for their name and the show Len knows them from)

I update this list every day Mon-Sat (and twice on matinee days!)

16/01/25 - Jim Howick (Gym Cow Sick - Horrible Histories) 17/01/25 - Ralf Little (Death in Paradise) 18/01/25 - The Actor Kevin Eldon (Cave In Held On - Fist of Fun) 20/01/25 - David Morrisey (Day Vid Morris [Boris] See - The Walking Dead) 21/01/25 - Marc Wootton (Mr Poppy, Nativity) 22/01/25 - Adrian Dunbar (Ted Hastings, Line of Duty) 23/01/25 - Nick Mohammed (Nick More Ham Head - Ted Lasso) 24/01/25 - Katherine Parkinson (Cat Thin Parking Sun - The IT Crowd) 25/01/25 - Gary Kemp (Car Reek Hemp - the running joke was the Spandau Ballet song 'True') / Martin Freeman (Fart Tin Three Man - Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings) 27/01/25 - Matthew Kelly (Mat You Ceilidh - Stars in Their Eyes) 28/01/25 - Lee Mack (Lemur Ick - Not Going Out) 29/01/25 - Alexander Armstrong (All Lick Hair Arms Wrong - Classic FM) 30/01/25 - Daniel Mays (Down Yell [Theresa] Mays - Line of Duty) 31/01/25 - Mat Baynton (Mat Pain Tonne - Horrible Histories) 01/02/25 - Les Dennis (Les[bian] Tennis - New Faces) / David Harewood (Day Vid[eo] Hair Wood - Martin Luther King, The Mountaintop) 03/02/25 - Tamsin Greig (Tame Sing Gregg - Friday Night Dinner) 04/02/25 - Monica Dolan (Moan Knickers Dough Lamp - Mr Bates vs the Post Office) 05/02/25 - Ophelia Lovibond ([James] Bond - W1A) 06/02/25 - Julian Rhind-Tutt (Julie [Andrews] Wine Tut - The Madness of King George) / Paterson Joseph (Peep Show) 07/02/25 - Mel Giedroyc (Smell Head Roy [Orbison] - The Great British Bake Off) 08/02/25 - Denis Lawson (Dentist Law Son - Star Wars) / Sue Perkins (Soup Hare Skins - Great British Bake Off) 10/02/25 - Dara Ó Briain (Parachute O Brie - Mock the Week) 11/02/25 - Rory Kinnear (Roar Reek In Ear - Black Mirror) 12/02/25 - Matt Berry (Mat Bear Eye - The IT Crowd) 13/02/25 - Mackenzie Crook (Mack Hen See Rook - The Detectorists) / Mark Bonnar (Boner - Line of Duty) 14/02/25 - Phil Daniels (Fill - Quadrophenia) 15/02/25 - Emilia Fox (Meal Ear Fox - Silent Witness) / Sarah Hadland (Sir A Add Land - Strictly Come Dancing) 17/02/25 - Gemma Whelan (Jam A Wee Land - Yara Greyjoy, Game of Thrones) 18/02/25 - Joe Thomas (Sew Tom[cat] Ass - Fresh Meat) 19/02/25 - Lenny Henry (Sirloin Knee Hen Wee - Comic Relief) 20/02/25 - Matthew Horne (Mat Horn - Gavin and Stacey) / Nigel Planer (Gel Plane - Filthy, Rich & Catflap) 21/02/25 - Charlie Higson (Charl[eston] Lie His Son - Swiss Tony, The Fast Show) 22/02/25 - Morgana Robinson (Mow Garden Robin Son - Pippa Middleton, The Windsors) / Mark Gatiss (Margate Tits - The League of Gentlemen) 24/02/25 - Rob Brydon (Rob Bride On - Would I Lie to You?) 25/02/25 - Gareth Malone (Car Alone - Military Wives) 26/02/25 - Liza Tarbuck (Please A Starbucks - Upstart Crow) 27/02/25 - Bob Mortimer (Knob More Timer - Gone Fishing) / Julian Clary (Jewel Ink Lairy - The Joan Collins Fan Club) 28/02/25 - Stephen Merchant (Steep Hen Merchant - The Office) 01/03/25 - Robin Askwith (Rob Bin Ass Quiff - The Madame Blanc Mysteries) / Matt Lucas (Mat Loo Gas - The Great British Bake Off) 03/03/25 - Jane Horrocks (Jay No Rocks - Bubble, Absolutely Fabulous) 04/03/25 - understudy show - Steve Pemberton (Steed Pen Button - Inside No 9) 04/03/25 - Joel Dommett ([Billy] Joel Dominatrix Meet - The Masked Singer) 05/03/25 - Alex Horne (All Licks Horn - The Horne Section) 06/03/25 - Micky Flanagan (Mick [Jagger] Key Flannel - "Out out") / Josh Widdicombe (Posh Wee Dick Cum - The Last Leg) 07/03/25 - Joe Pasquale (Joke Pass Quality Street - New Faces) 08/03/25 - Paul Chuckle (Pull Chuck El[bow]- “To me, to you”) / Michael Sheen (Mic[rophone] El[bow] Shin - Good Omens) 10/03/25 - Stewart Lee ([Air] Steward Wee - Stewart Lee's Comedy Vehicle) 11/03/25 - Chris McCausland (Cry Smack Oars Land - Strictly Come Dancing) 12/03/25 - David Walliams (Slay Vid[eo] Wall Iams - Britain's Got Talent) 13/03/25 - 14/03/25 - 15/03/25 - 17/03/25 - 18/03/25 - 19/03/25 - 20/03/25 - 21/03/25 - 22/03/25 - 23/03/25 - 26/03/25 - 27/03/25 - 28/03/25 - 29/03/25 - 31/03/25 - 01/04/25 - 02/04/25 - 03/04/25 - 04/04/25 - 05/04/25 -

Press Night Photos by Marc Brenner

Reviews Roundup compiled by u/NanetteFuckingNewman on Reddit

4 stars from The Guardian: “An ingenious edge-of-your-seat, one-step-ahead show”

4 stars from WhatsOnStage: “Joyously silly … great, all-encompassing fun”

4 stars from The Telegraph: “STAGE/FRIGHT reaffirms [the writers’] rare ingenuity… Bravo”

4 stars from Financial Times: “Another wildly clever, madly innovative and suddenly moving show from this inspired duo”

4 stars from Chortle: “A hugely impressive coup de theatre, keeping you guessing and gasping to the end”

5 stars from All That Dazzles: “Wickedly funny and impressively clever, Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith really have made theatrical magic”

4 stars from The Independent: "This is one play you won’t be checking your watch in"

5 stars from the Radio Times: "The production is fabulous across the board... it's a thrilling ride that shouldn't be missed"

4 stars from Time Out: "A delight, the duo at the peak of their powers"

4 stars from The i: "Riotously fun... raucously entertaining"

No rating (but highly positive) from Beyond The Joke: "This spectacular show is both side-splitting and spine-chilling... If you don't enjoy Stage/Fright, contact a doctor immediately, you might be dead. This is brilliant. Go see it." "In the interests of fairness, there have been a few more moderate reviews from the Evening Standard, The Stage and London Theatre (all 3 stars), and one stinker from The Times (2 stars). There’s always someone…"

[edb954]

I Beg You Don’t Embarrass Me (Barty Crouch Jr. x Black!Reader)

(Summary: reader is part of the black family and everybody teases her about dating Barty but he doesn't embarrass her.)

Word count: 314

(Warnings: Not fullyproff read, Short & Sweet, fluff, teasing)

"Heartbreak is one thing my egos another I swear you don't embarrass me motherfucker.."

~~~

"It must be so embarrassing for you dating somebody like Junior.." Bellatrix cackled.

Ever since fifth year when Y/n started seeing Barty it was always the same thing.

"It must be so embarrassing to ever date that fool!" A student said, after Barty had caused a ruckus in the great hall.

"Sis I love you. I do but.. Crouch? Really?" Sirius/Padfoot teased.

"I'm going to have to agree with Sirius on this one.. even though Barty is a good friend of mine.." Regulus Agreed with Sirius. Y/n rolled her eyes as she saw Sirius smirk.

"Wait.. you're seriously dating him?" A Ravenclaw guy who had kept trying to ask her out asked.

Has lead to this very moment, to Barty realising maybe he is an embarrassment for her and that his father was right. Just like everyone else..

"Maybe this isn't meant to be.." Barty said, his eyes and head lowered.

One thing about Bartimus Crouch Junior is as much as he acted like he didn't care. He did.. it got to him like his father has multiple times. Which makes him second doubt.

"Hey look at me." Y/n said, lifting his head. Making him look at her.

"Heartbreak is one thing my egos another. I beg you don't embarrass me... Bartimus Crouch Junior." She declared placing a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back giving him a small smile only for him to pull her back in.

"You have a way with words black." He said, smirking. Pressing a kiss to her jaw.

"Don't I know it, Crouch." She replied. He pulled her down flipping her onto the bed as she squealed and laughed.

[gnohomotho]

Hello again!! It's the anon from the last request (the personal ask) and omg 😭😭😭 OMGGGG ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I was giggling and just so into it THANK YOU! Please pleasseeee tell me they live happily ever after!

And thank you for reaching out it means a lot ❤️❤️ doing much better but really thank you 🙏😭

Oh, Anon, that makes me so utterly glad. They do live happily ever after, and to be quite honest, I was upset I didn't write more, so was working on a nice fluffly ending anyway.

And I am truly, truly glad you feel better. ♥ Still here, if anything comes up. Here you go, even if it wasn't a request - I hope it makes you smile again.

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Two Lives on the Table ➴ಇ — Epilogue

Pairing: The Salesman // The Recruiter x fem!reader Summary: Shameless, shameless fluff with a hint of edge. ♥ Warnings: None, just pack some extra insulin. Word count: 1.8k A/N: I am aware it's likely extremely out of character, but dear God, I just love writing or giving things that people can feel cuddled by. ˙ᵕ˙ Shared warmth > everything else right about now. Link to beginning ฅ^._.^ฅ Gorgeous gif by: @phantom-evil If you like my writing, I appreciate every like // reblog // follow // message, it keeps the blog visible and going! ♥

"Do you remember the night we met?"

You hum more to yourself than to the figure behind you.

"The lady on the bridge, dress fluttering wildly with the wind? Of course not."

You feel steps behind you - you've learnt to anticipate him even in his careful silence around you. A warm presence lands on your shoulder and moves up your neck.

"I don't remember her beautiful face, hollow and torn at with a weight she couldn't carry alone anymore."

His kisses travel upwards and nudge your ear. His voice turns to a sweet soothing whisper.

"Nor do I remember how her hair enveloped her features as she sunk those pleading yet resolute eyes into mine, I don't remember feeling like a little universe breathed life into itself and almost died right in front of me."

You smile sadly but cradle his head on your shoulder with your palm running through his thick black hair. He sinks into the rhythm of your gentle movements and you hear his breathing grow steady.

"I don't remember her shivering elegant hands enveloping the bullet, like she was handling a delicate flower."

His kiss travels to your cheek before sinking his warm lips into the crane of your neck. His shared warmth travels through your shoulder and envelops itself in your chest like a little owl cozying into its nest.

"I don't remember the feeling of my heart stopping and my tie growing too tight as she handed me the live bullet. Handing me her whole life with trust she told me she didn't have. I cannot recall her tranquil yet timid smile, as if trying to sooth both me and herself - and she shivered, hands still intertwined."

He uses one long leg to sidestep around you and remain in the warm confines of your neck. His other hand finds your unoccupied side and trails a brush of a single finger from your cheek down to your jaw. One finger caresses it in slow, repetitive motion.

"A beautiful ghost in front of me, her lips still caressing mine although so far from me. I don't remember spinning the magazine so she didn't know a thing. I don't remember how the motion of taking the bullet out felt like the most natural thing in the world. As if my fingers knew what to do before my mind leapt to agree."

You giggle softly, trying so very hard to believe him. It seemed so unthinkable, so far away. His kisses reply by trailing your cheek, brushing lips against each molecule of skin they find, as if he cannot bear to be disconnected from you for even a second. His hand envelops your neck softly, protectively, and rests against you. Nudging the small of your nape as he moves down to kiss your chin, your neck, moving lower to the hollow of your throat.

"Serene, dignified, and I wish I could remember that little universe reaching out to me like a newborn baby asking to be held."

He plants a kiss straight in the little dimple where your breath always gets caught when you're nervous.

"So polite even in her tired, sharp, enveloping armour. Can't remember, not one bit, how astounded I was when she thanked me."

His breath rests on your skin and you don't stop swaying, only ease the motion as if to calm him.

"Knowing she'd likely die. But she wanted to thank me for the few moments of torturous peace - and I don't remember."

His hand clasps your shoulder, though his body remains steady. You feel his breath quicken and continue your lulling motions as his hand trails and holds onto your back.

"I don't remember how my hands froze and grasped at thin air, how much I longed to be in her hair again, so close to her face, so intertwined with her that skin would feel like a barrier. How much I wanted her to hush into my suit and bury her head into my chest - I don't remember the anger I felt as I didn't understand. I didn't understand and I had felt...like the game had played me."

Finally he lifts up from your embrace, your chest, your throat, and sinks his eyes - so calm and wistful now - into your own. Threatening to pull you in with their seemingly true sincerity. How much those eyes can say when they actually speak - and how much was reserved for you.

Even now, it both daunted and melted you anew. He wouldn't show that to just anyone. And just anyone wouldn't bother to read every single twitch, non-blink, and gentle crane as his charcoal pupils followed yours.

"Because I simply don't remember feeling like I had no choice."

You let the silence speak, not wishing to intrude. Softly you breathe into him.

"That sounds...awful for you, darling."

"Oh," he smiles politely, not quite teasing, "it would be absolute torture if I remembered anything at all."

He places your face in both his hands and envelops you - how you love when he can do that and leave almost nothing without warmth and still remain so gentle - as gentleness is a choice he willingly lays down - and he kisses your forehead, the bridge, then the tip of your nose and finally, your mouth. Brushing his lips from one corner to the other before simply remaining at their side, touching, feeling, being.

"Though one thought that I do remember keeps me up at night, dear mine."

His voice had changed to a low coo as he smiles at you, one corner lifting yet concealing feigned seriousness. The air grows just a little colder.

"And I can remember it quite well."

You pause, studying his face, his features, unsure if he's truly being serious or still half playing with you. He leans close, lips brushing your ear. You smile as it tickles and you feel his breath hop just a little bit - you know this one, he's trying not to laugh or give away the game too soon.

"She seemed quite enamoured with someone else. Tell me, sweetheart, and don't lie..."

The atmosphere has stiffened but you remain ever still, anticipation cradling the warmth in your chest. Though your gentle lulls have also ceased. The air holds a breath for you and he gladly snatches it for himself:

"...does Death really have such nice calves?"

You burst out laughing, doubling over into him and grabbing his back as you use his suit for cover.

"I'm so sorry, darling," you muffle between giggles into his all-enveloping frame, feeling his hands lay upon you in return and guide your whole body into his, his own chest fondly lifting in a subdued series of chuckles.

"I mean it was a tough choice, really had to think hard about it. Calves, the cape...to be honest..." Your hand finds his throat, tapping on the collar of his shirt before playfully but gently yanking at his tie.

"It was the tie."

"The...tie?" He pulls away in utter jovial surprise, still pretending he's trying to be incredibly serious on such dire matters. But the corners of his mouth are twitching and that gorgeous round face is as full of life as it was when you first jumped into a kiss unprovoked.

"Yep. Darling. The tie. Death might have the legs and the cape, but he doesn't have that absolutely dapper tie. Or those gorgeous hands that always make sure it's in place when you're getting serious."

"Then allow me," he straightens and adjusts his tie, his face falling into an unreadable mask of absolute cool resolution.

"Still offended, little lady, this shan't go unpunished."

A glint in his dark eye reminds you who this is you're taunting. And it sure doesn't help you cease nor desist.

"Gosh, if only the young knight knew he didn't have to play chess, lose everything in the game itself, if only he had simply...adjusted his tie. Death would have had to fold right then and there."

The absurdity is rivaling your own attempts at not losing your composure again.

He lifts you into him, as lightly as if it were nothing to him, reminding you how much stronger and how much more dangerous he truly is - but leaves it all (well, most of it) at the door when it comes to you.

As you snuggle into his neck and kiss him, caressing him with your face, your forehead, and planting your lips wherever you can in little intervals and feel his nudges and hushed breaths in reply, you whisper in his ear as his hands tighten around your waist, letting one do the holding and the other trail fingers up and down your back:

"Your calves are very pretty too, just so you know."

A very serious inflected 'hmmm' fills the silence and you get flung into him, now using your legs to steady around his waist and grip.

"Well, we can't have that, I need to outplay Death again it seems. On the matter of calves."

He leans in and gives you a small kiss, feigning exasperation but adjusting you with a little jump right against his own lower body.

"Little lady, you're impossible."

You blush from your cheeks to your chin and your heart might just flutter out of your chest.

"And that tie would look far better around my mouth, I know, I know."

He lifts both eyebrows, intrigue rushing through the playfulness and the attempts at remaining stoic. Was that a little hand flutter?

"I was thinking wrists, to be quite honest, because I've grown fond of that mouth of yours - then again, you seem rather radiant lately."

That smile becomes truly devious and you could swear the atmosphere packed its bags and left the building, unable to breathe here.

"What if I flipped you on the bed in lieu of a coin?"

You tip your head back and laugh, blushing evermore, feeling every warm part of his body against you, enveloping you, caressing you.

"Heads?" You kiss his forehead, a whisper of a giggle hiding in your smile.

"Tails." He moves his hand down the small of your back, teasing gently, caressing you from the curve of your waist down yet never even beginning to act crude. Yet.

"What if I land on my side?" You cock your head to the left and try not to smile, truly living the wager here.

"Then I get both," he simply states as if the matter was settled and carries his radiant love to play.

[starlightsuffered]

Confessions

Info - drinking, partying, angst to fluff, jealousy, taking care of someone drunk

The night was wild. I felt wonderful and free as I danced to the upbeat music. I spun happily around as my friends watched. I giggled, rolling my body to the tune of the music.

"Hey, wanna dance with me," a boy asked me, flashing a bright smile.

"Definitely," I grinned, let him put his hands on my waist. I circled my hips against him.

After dancing with several other men, I was feeling thirsty. I grabbed a drink and plopped down beside Elio. Elio was not looking too happy. He was slumped on the couch with a grumpy scowl decorating his face.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, inching closer to him.

"Just not feeling it," Elio ran a hand down his face.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Not everyone is as into this scene as you," He said offhandedly.

"True, but I know you usually like hanging out here. What's really wrong?" I tried to ask.

"It's nothing," Elio murmured.

"Come on Ellie," I said grabbing his chin playfully. "Tell me, I'll kiss it all better."

I kissed him on the cheek. He immediately jumped away like he'd been burned. He gave me a wild look.

"Stop it," he said in a worried voice. I couldn't tell what his problem was. I knew I was a bit tipsy, and I was being a bit more forward than usual, because of the aforementioned alcohol; but he didn't need to look so horrified.

“Elio," I said, with an uneasy chuckle. "What's the matter?"

"Don't do that," he stuttered.

"I-I'm Sorry," I said with surprise. I felt embarrassed, and a little nauseous.

"Just don't do it again." His face was pale, and he still looked frightened.

"O-Okay, I won't, sorry," I said awkwardly, and got up.

"Ugh, Y/n, come back," Elio called. I made my way through the crowd, I needed another drink. Elio grabbed my arm before I got too far.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Elio said, his green eyes filled with emotions I couldn't read.

"I get it, I was being too forward, it's fine," I said not meeting his eyes. "You didn't have to act soooo disgusted," I muttered.

"It's not that, you weren't being too much," he tried to explain.

"Then what's the matter?" I asked. Now it was Elio’s turn to look away.

"Nothing," he trailed off.

"Whatever Elio, let's just get a drink," I said with an eye roll.

"Y/n," he tried to grab my arm again.

"You wanna dance?" A man asked me.

"Yes," I agreed readily.

"Y/N, don't, let's just talk," Elio said, trying to regain my attention.

"It's fine," I sighed. Elio grabbed my hand, eyes pleading with me.

"I said, it's fine," I snapped, and shook his hand off mine aggressively.

I went with the man to the dance floor, but my eyes stayed trained on my curly haired friend . He was downing pints at the bar. I felt a little guilty.

"Is He your boyfriend?" My dance partner, Derrick, asked me.

"What?" I asked in shock.

"Is that guy your boyfriend?" He asked again.

"No," I laughed.

"Are you sure?" He chuckled. "He seems like he likes you."

"Likes me," I restated in shock.

"Yeah," The guy said. "You can make him jealous with me if you want. I don't mind," he offered.

"No, let's just dance," I said, grabbing his waist.

After a few more partners, I couldn't hold myself back from looking for Elio any longer. I shifted through the crowd, scanning for him. Finally, I heard my friend’s distinct laugh to my left. I found him cackling, with a pint in his right hand.

"Elio," I said. He turned to me. A smile, even wider than the one already on his face, appeared when he saw me.

"Y/n!" He shouted. "I've been looking everywhere."

"I think you've just been sitting here getting drunk," I chuckled.

"No, I danced a little," he grinned.

"How about food, have any of that?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'll go get some," he said happily. As he hopped off the stool, he almost fell over.

"Oh shit," I said, and grabbed him.

"Your hands are soft," Elio said admiringly.

"Come on drunky," I laughed, and supported him as we walked out of the club. I hailed a cab, and helped Elio in. I decided to take him to his house, and stay overnight if I needed to, depending on how bad Elio’s drunkenness turned out to be. I knew he would definitely be vomiting soon.

When I got him home I made him some hot tea, and some macaroni and cheese. A nasty combo, but that's what he'd asked for. I then grabbed a trash can and placed it beside his bed.

"Can you change on your own?" I asked him. He nodded. Until now, he'd been cheerfully chatting away, but now that he'd puked for the first time, he was a bit gloomy.

"Come in," Elio called after a moment. His head was stuck in the arm of his pajama shirt.

"Help," he whimpered.

"Oh you," I chuckled, and pulled the shirt over his head correctly.

"Now let's get you in bed," I said fondly. I helped him under the covers, and pulled them over him.

"I've put the trash can, and a pack of pretzels by your bed since you'll probably puke everything you ate. I also have a water bottle here, and this bottle is filled with ginger ale for your stomach and to clean the taste of puke from your mouth, since I doubt you'll want to get up and brush your teeth."

I loved taking care of people, and I'd been wasted quite a few times. I knew too well what he would want. I decided I would stay overnight, just in case. I'd stayed here before, it shouldn't be a problem.

"You're soooo nice," Elio sighed. "Almost as nice as y/n."

"Oh really," I chuckled. "You seemed pretty mad at y/n earlier," I commented, running my hand through Elio’s hair. His eyes were drooping and he looked adorable.

"No, I wasn't mad, I was jealous," He sighed.

"Jealous?" I said quizzically. "Of what."

"Of everyone, everyone she danced with, everyone she's ever danced with," he rolled onto his side as he confessed.

"Why," I whispered.

"Because I like her, I really, really, like her," Elio said sorrowfully.

"You do," I said in shock.

"Yes, I want to be with her so bad. I want to dance with her in clubs, but more than that. I want to kiss her, and hold her. I want to call her stupid nicknames, and cuddle with her. I want to watch her sing, and help her bake, and spoil her. I want to do everything with her."

"That's, so sweet," I said, feeling tears come to my eyes.

"But I keep fucking it up," he said, rubbing his eyes with his hands worriedly.

"Tonight when she kissed my cheek, I freaked out, I just had dreamed about it for so long. I don't know why I was so scared, but I was," he explained

"I don't think you fucked up," I said, and I leaned down and kissed his forehead. He was falling asleep by the time I exited.

My heart was pounding from his confession. I tried to sleep, but it was hard. I heard Elio puking several times.

In the morning, I went out and bought some pain killers for his, and some greasy hangover food. I got back to his house and woke him up gently.

"Hey Ellie," I said sweetly.

"Hey, thanks for staying, the supplies helped," he smiled weakly.

"Sit up," I got you some pain killers, and some breakfast.

"You're a bloody angel," Elio said, sitting up, rubbing his head.

"Hey, do you remember what you said last night?" I asked slowly.

"No.... oh shit, what'd I say?" He looked worried.

"Well," I swallowed, building up my courage. I needed to say this.

"You said you liked me, like a lot. You listed a bunch of things you wanted to do with me, like kiss me, and dance with me, and call me cute nicknames," I explained, and his cheeks got rosier as I spoke.

"Oh shit, fucking shit," He swore.

"Elio, it's okay, don't worry, I just want to know, if the first part is true. Do you like me?"

"Yes," he groaned in embarrassment. "A lot."

"Well, then don't worry, I like you too," I said, lifting up his heacd so he could see my face.

"You do?" Elio asked.

"Yes," I chuckled.

"Oh thank god," he said, grabbing my face and kissing me happily.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee

[captainuranium543]

I can explain this further because I think you're misunderstanding me.

Yes I agree the jellals redemption is far to centered on erza and being good enough for her not for himself, but that is still HIS perspective. When we look at the objective facts of what happened the only perspective we are shown is how bad jellal feels about it rather then how it effected erza and how her relationship with him has changed as a result.

When I say erza perspective I'm being literal. I think we should see through her eyes how her feelings about him change as he earns her forgivness overtime. At the same time I don't think he should be taking these actions specifically to earn her forgivness, I think that should just be the effect they have.

Why does anyone else's perspective matter on his redemption arc? Well because people where hurt, so ofc their perspective matters. A redemption arc is composed of 2 parts, the internal shift in mindset of the perpetrator and the actions they take to atone. Jellal was under somone elses control so there is no shift in mindset taht needs to take place, what matters most for completing the redemption arc now is addressing erzas feelings about him after everything that happened and showing to her, and also the audience, that he has changed.

That being said, that's the part that matters FOR THE REDEMPTION ARC, it shouldent be his entire character. In my ideal world jellals character arc post redemption is focused on himself, realizing he can't keep idolizing erza and punishing himself and instead focusing on living for himself and discovering what he actually wants out of life, since he never got a chance to do it before. Meanwhile, the completion of the actual redemption is told through erzas perspective. It comes in the form of watching through erzas' eyes as his actions prove that he has changed, and she becomes more and more comfortable with the idea of reconnecting. That way, when jellal has finally learned to live for himself and erza is finally able to really forgive him, the payoff for both their arcs is their relationship.

Anyway I'm gonna go over some of the points you brought up now to hopefully clarify/answer some things because I think we generally agree? Idk reading through this it seems like your opinion generally aligns with mine where jellal is concerned

Answering questions

1. Another person's opinion matters because when you hurt people their feelings matter. Like I said earlier, there are 2 sides to a redemption arc, the shift within the person themselves and the actions they take to afterward. For the first part the feelings of the person themselves matter because we need to watch them change internally, for the second the important thing is their actions and the feelings that matter are the ones of the people they hurt because that's when we see the change externally.

2. Yea Ik, but like i said that's not what I mean by perspective. His guilt is shown through what he did to her FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE, but the actual effect it had on her isn't something ever focused on after tenrou. I'm not saying that we need more of his perspective on her, I'm saying we need more of her perspective on him.

3. It feels like a front specifically because we never watch her actually come to forgive him naturally. Nobody is forcing her to do anything that wasn't the point, the point was i think it wouldent feel like that so much if we actually got to see it happen.

3.5 (on erza holding all the power in their dynamic) I'm not really sure how this is relevent? Like yea i don't particularly like how he seems to treat her as an ideal of goodness, but that's also not really what I'm talking about here. In any case I fail to see how that's her fault? Hes the one who enforces that mindset on himself so how is she the one keeping him in an endless cycle of guilt? Again I'm not saying more of jellal focused on erza, I'm saying jellal should be focused more on himself while we get more of erzas' perspective on jellal.

4. Yes because it's a story. Jellals actions effected a lot of people but erzas the one we've seen the direct impact of the most, therefore from to the audience she is the most important person to focus on. It extends beyond her but she's the one supposed to be in a romantic relationship with him so yea, narrratively her feelings are going to need more focus than the others.

As for the other part yea I'm still not disagreeing with you, I think you just misunderstood my point. All those things your referencing are from jellals' perspective. Jellals the one who sees erza as being above him and himself as being unworthy of her, that is his perspective on her. Meanwhile her perspective on him is generally ignored and written off as "she has forgiven him and moved on" without us ever actually seeing that happen.

5. Yea i agree, nothing to say here really that is part of the reason I dislike it. as I said above, I think jellals character arc should have been focused on himself where as the actual redemption aspect came from erzas character arc.

Not to say I think her arc should been about him, what I mean is that their individual character arcs work together in order to really show the redemption, because as erza moves past her trauma she forgives jellal and as jellal grows as a person he reconnects with erza.

TL;DR:

I think we mostly agree, I just think you misunderstood what I meant by perspective. You seem to think i meant there needed to be more focus on erza but no, I was being literal when i said perspective. I dont think we need more of jellals perspective on erza, i think we should get more of erzas perspective on jellal

Anyway I hope this all makes sense, I'm not a jerza hater or anything I just think there are some areas where the narrative fails and I want to elaborate because I think we more or less agree and I want tk clarify my meaning

I think the biggest flaw in the jerza/ jellal redemption as a whole will always be the lack of focus that erza's feelings/perspective on that whole situation are given. I will probably rant about this someday but, for now, consider this me tossing my opinion out like a live grenade and then scurrying back to my hole in the wall to see what comes of it

[nobibiname]

Dear Elriels & Nessian lovers,

I wrote a thing. This is my first story I'm sharing with the fandom, and I'd love for you to read it (and tell me what you think).

It's a Nessian fluff One Shot with strong hints of Elriel.

I got this idea a while back, and I loved writing it. 3.4k words took me a month to edit, so if I don't post now, I think I'll spend another month editing.

So I can't promise all of it makes sense, but if you read it I will be forever grateful (not on Ao3 yet) Story continues below the Cut.

Every Waterfall in Prythian

Summary: One evening Cassian's Point of View opens up to a world of infinite possibilities.

Word count: 3385 Warnings: somewhat graphic violence (just at the beginning)

With a spear piercing his throat, Cassian's defiance extinguished into a wisp of air. His head fell limp to the side, with a banality unworthy of the final act of the greatest general in all of Prythian. The pink hue of dawn brushed the horizon and for a fleeting moment the chaos of the battlefield shrunk to nothing but Feyre's piercing scream as the light left his once bright, hazel eyes.

"WHAT?!?!" "Oh no baby, they killed you in this one", Nesta reached behind her and lovingly tapped Cassian's cheek. "I probably would have killed you later," she said offhand. Nesta always chewed on her thumb when engrossed in thought, a persistent habit, that her mother was unable to squash. "YOU… WHAT?"

"I mean, If I was was writing this, I'd really want to drag out the despair, you know? At this point both you and Az are still alive. Which leaves a lot of hope for a final victory. You want to slowly erode that hope for maximal drama. So I would have killed you a few chapters later, and Az towards the end. It nails down the heroic climax for Feyre to bring down Hybern. This pacing is off, what are they even doing?"

Nesta and Cassian have carved out an intimate, domestic habit for themselves. They read the same book together, while she nestled in his lap. When she finished a page, she lightly scratched his arm, and when he did, he'd leave the lightest peck on her temple. It wordlessly let the other know, to turn the page. They never agreed on it, it simply emerged as their sweet, yet practical quirk. It was a silly thing to keep secret, but she cherished it so much she never shared it with her friends or sisters. Nesta had now been scratching at his arm for at least a few minutes.

"You would… what.? Nes, they got so many details of the war wrong… and what kind of historical record is this anyway? I am alive and… and why does Azriel get to live longer?" "This isn't historical Cassian, it's fanficton" she said, clearly not fully invested in the conversation. "Fan.. fiction? what kinds of fans of mine would KILL me? "

"Oh it's all the rage in Day. I guess those nerds in Day Court blow off steam from writing, reading and research, by doing more … writing, reading, and well, research. Though, I have to admit, they are still some of the best writers out there" She said and returned her focus to the text. Feyre was just so good in this one, but the rest?

"So, you're saying, Day Court wants me dead?" His serious tone rattled her out of her head and back into their bedroom. Nesta was unsure if she had heard him correctly, they didn't typically discuss politics in bed … wait, didn't he mean Summer? "Oh no, Cassian baby, it's fanfiction." She gently turned around and give him a soft look. The confusion etched on his face was unmistakable and somewhat adorable. Was this really the first time they've read fanfiction together?

"They write speculative stories about famous fae and events in Prythian, with alternate endings, or even diverge from the facts entirely. And usually with completely made up romances, which is frankly half the point." she sized him up carefully, and decided more explanation was needed. "And nobody actually wants you dead, baby. This is just a common device from the Nestelion stans. They need to get you out of the way for the plot, so it's usually some version of you traveling to faraway lands in search of adventure, or sometimes just killing you" She was casually gesturing while talking, this was no big deal, but when she glanced at him, his gorgeous hazel eyes were as wide as saucers "…but you usually die in an honorable way… majestically…. in battle."

"I prefer to be majestic and alive." Cassian mumbled miserably. "So, what are they making room for anyway?" "Nestalion, Nesta and Helion? It's an imaginary, completely made up ship, baby" "Ha! Dream on! Fat chance! I'd like to see that pompous rake give it a real good shot" The redundant phrasing, the overblown swagger… Nesta knew that Cassian was still confused, but now mostly annoyed.

"So… do we ever get together in these stories? Do they write stories about a 'Cassta'?" he awkwardly used his fingers for quotations. "It's 'Nessian' baby, and yes, though usually as a start to Nestalion stories, or sometimes in a thruple with Az or Thesan. I can't say I encourage this, but people rarely ship anyone already in a relationship. This is just a specialty of those Dawn freaks, they really love a good poly story". Nesta threw her hands up defensively, though if she were a bit more honest, she had read a lot of works from the talented "Dawn freaks" and didn't exactly hate them.

"Where do they get these ideas? And Helion and you make absolutely no sense. Who even wants to read that?" He was looking quite a bit puffed up now. She glanced briefly at the manuscript. She really wanted to finish it this evening, but it was time for some damage control.

He looked so delicious, even when puffed out like a tropical bird. Though, his wings were fanning out further than she knew was comfortable for him while lying on the bed. Nesta could definitely help him relax, and she didn't mind this kind of reading break. Lying on his chest now, she tenderly traced her fingers on his jaw while peppering his neck with little kisses.

"Baby, it's Day!" she said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "They have been writing fanfiction of Helion for centuries in Day Court, it's nothing new. The only thing they love more than their High Lord is worshipping him in writing. They ship him with practically anything with a pulse. They are total, pathetic simps. There's even stories shipping him with the Suriel! The man is insatiable, everybody knows it, and that's how they like him. Do you know how many works of fiction begin, or end with the sentence 'Daddy's home' ? They could dedicate another library to that!" "A small, local library?" every word was punctuated with annoyance. No. "Sure."

Nesta locked into his eyes with a wicked smirk. She saw his lip twitch for a split second. So, he was going to keep pouting for a bit longer. That was fine with her, she could play this game blindfolded. As a matter of fact, she sometimes did.

"It's nothing to worry about baby," She kissed his cheek. "Ever since the war, me and Elain have been the newest hot fae in town" She kissed his jaw, humming with delight for good measure. "Of course we show up in freaky fanfics all the time." She sucked on the delicate spot right under his ear. "Besides, the whole Nestalion vs. Ellion shipwar will end the moment the next hot young babe arrives. An actress, a singer, a young princess coming of age. Tale as old as time." She traced her nose down his neck with a tiny bite and a long kiss at his base of his neck . "Wait, Elain?? Our sweet Elain? "

Really? Now? "There are Elain and Helion stories? Well, what the hells happens in them?" She looked up at him again, a little surprised at all this interest in fanfiction. Generally speaking, Nesta got a kick out of reading any type of story about herself, but she had absolutely no patience for badly written Elain stories. She might have sent anonymous, but strongly worded letters to the editors of the prythian fanfiction archive expressing her displeasure at the truly rotten ones. They might have guessed the identity of the disgruntled reader.

"Well, some version of a magical long forgotten spell frees her from her mating bond, or sometimes Helion finds it in a scroll in a secret room in a library, then he and Elain fall in love. Usually because by accident they both go swimming in the moonlight in the same waterfall, or river, lake, lily pond. People love a lily pond in romance." As did she.

"That's utterly ridiculous. There's no such magic!" Correct, that was the ridiculous bit "Ok, so what about these Nestalion stories? Does he sweep you off your feet at some fancy ball? " he pursed his lips as he pointedly looked at her. "Oh no no, there's no balls. Usually we go on a secret quest to find a scroll or some eldritch magical artifact, and then it rains one night, and we have to stop at an inn. Of course the last remaining room has only one bed. And well… "

"ONLY. ONE. BED!" For a brief moment, Nesta panicked at her shortage of tact. Though, before she could even protest, Cassian burst out laughing. "So you're telling me, the only reason big Daddy Helion has a chance with even a fictional you, is that through a complicated series of events, you accidentally end up in the same bed?" "Well… yeah" She couldn't decide if she was more amused or relieved at this turn of events. Was Cassian actually enjoying this? She felt his roaring laughter through her entire chest, and it would have been comforting if he wasn't shaking the bed. Though she warmed up to the idea of shaking the bed more. Fingers slowly sliding down towards the buttons on his tunic, she kissed the top of his chest.

"So, Elain and waterfalls, huh" She passed her tongue along the swirl of an inky black tattoo, as she fiddled with the first button. "Oh yes, that one is very poplular. Elain and Helion have made love under every waterfall in Prythian." The second button relented. "What? Even in Winter?" Cassian scoffed dramatically. "Especially Winter." she sucked lightly on the skin of his chest. She was leaving blooming marks tonight. "Ok, how do you make love in a frozen waterfall?" Cassian lifted his right arm behind his head and got that adorable quizzical look on his face. She could take a moment to explain that, afterall she secretely loved the waterfall trick.

"You see, Helion has this spell, to allow the frozen water to pass around them, in these crystalline blue ice flowers and she's completely enchanted by their beauty. Also Elain nearly freezes to death, but is rescued by the warmth of his body and he's actually surprisingly romantic with her" Satisfied that the matter had finally been put to rest, Nesta resumed her exploration and hummed into his chest as she traced a hand along the muscles of his arm.

"Ok, but how did she get there?" "Cassian!!" I'm trying something here It was her turn to be annoyed, as she looked up to face him. "You said, they arrive and swim at the lake, or waterfall, separately, and accidentally at the same time. So, before the meeting, how was Elain hoping to swim under a frozen waterfall?" Was it her imagination or was she being… postponed? "I guess, … she was upset because Tarquin ends things with her for some reason of royal duty. She's heartbroken, and craves the opposite of Summer, so she goes exploring the glacial beauty of Winter's wilderness" The End. Can we move this along now?

"Tarquin now?" Nesta's sighed. "Yeah well, Summer is baffling. For a culture with no reason to wear many clothes, you wouldn't believe how prim and proper they are. Obsessed with courtly love and slow burn. Nothing good ever happens until promises are made. Bunch of prudes!"

"You know Nes, I've never pictured Elain with someone like Helion." Cassian mused, suddenly very pensive. Oh? "Really? Who did you picture her with then? " She sat up a bit trying to appear casual.

"Well I guess, if it weren't for her bond, maybe someone like Tarquin? He's uptight, but besides that they have a similar nature." Nesta wasn't entirely convinced this unusual pairing wasnt motivated by his desire to get back into Summer Court.

"But I guess to me it's always been Feyre and Rhys, and then you and me…", he looked at her meaningfully, "the epic legend of 'Nessian'. And then there's Elain and… ha! I almost said Az!" Nesta observed him with unusual quiet as he chuckled at his own slip up. In the unlikely event he knew something that she didn't, Nesta wondered how to pry it out of him. "Yes, that is silly." It was unconvincing, but Cassian didn't seem to notice.

"And what about my dear sweet brothers?" He gave her that naughty schoolboy look of his that she pretended not to adore. "Obviously people are kind of careful around Rhys. He's got a reputation after all. There's some dark romances from some anonymous writers. It's bold, but not as popular" "Aw poor Rhysie, not so many fans for him" Nesta shrugged at that.

"And Azriel? Are you telling me Prythian likes to write erotic stories about Az?" Gods yes, ALL of Prythian "Yes, some of Prythian" His gring grew in devilish proportions. "And this is popular in?" "The lunatics in Winter Court. It's always about shirtless winter sports with them. Brutal skating competitions on frozen lakes. The lovers are always some sort of athletic rivals." Nesta rolled her eyes. Winter has really allowed themselves to become predictable. "Bizzarely, also Spring. The Calanmai stories are… vivid and elaborate. As are the ones on, Samhain, Imbolc, Lughnasadh , the solctices, the equinoxes, any minor feast. Really, any excuse for … large group activities." "And Autumn?" "Never met a kink they didnt like." Cassian's laughter boomed through the room, large and indecent. Nesta thoroughly enjoyed his contradictions; this giant, formidable winged fae, captivated and earnest about sharing her fanciful interests. She gave him a big smile as she slowly wound her finger around one of his raven locks.

"Does he know?" "Yes, but I wouldn't mention it to him." Cassian was positively giddy, and somehow looked more wicked than Nesta had ever seen. "Cass I'm serious. He's aware, but very touchy about it. Last time I casually mentioned it I didn't see him for a week. The first thing he said to me afterwards was a lot of mumbling, which sounded an awful lot like 'saucy wench'. " "From what I'm hearing, the only saucy wench in Az's life is Thesan and I'm guessing…. also Helion?" "Yes, there are Azlion stories as well. Did you even have to ask? No waterfalls though." Nesta sighed deeply. "I mean it, Cassian, he is very sensitive on the subject." "Why though? Unless they're killing him too, it's kind of, flattering no? " "Oh I don't know… It's Az. He has his reasons"

Nesta recalled that one day in Elain's kitchen, sitting on the counter and kicking her feet as she shared her thoughts on the most recent Ellion story. The plot annoyed her, the twist was utterly predictable, the pacing was wrong, and she was incensed. Elain deserved better storytelling than that. She didn't even think Elain was listening. Pretty sure she tuned her out completely whenever Nesta went on about fanfiction, making a sharp point to focus on whisking, folding, measuring and … whatever tinkering baking seemed to involve. Which was the whole reason Nesta was spending the morning in the kitchen. Sunday was for breakfast buns, and this week they were lemon cream, her favorite. She was damned if she was to miss out on her batch, knowing otherwise Azriel would swoop in and devour it without a shred of remorse.

And there he was, walking into the kitchen. Elain smiled shyly, as Az all but ignored Nesta. Sitting pretty on the counter between them, Nesta's head whipped from one to the other as they said hello. She observed nothing extraordinary, just polite, proper greetings, small, polite smiling, and polite questions about today's variety of polite breakfast buns. "They'll be cool in another half an hour" Again, nothing but the quietest smile from her lovely sister. Nesta narrowed her eyes hoping for some glimmer of recognition of Elain's tells. Nothing. There was either nothing to see or Elain had gotten even better at slipping through the cracks with her true thoughts and feelings undetected. "That's alright, I don't mind. I'll wait with you two"

Oh, so he did notice her. "Morning Nes!" He said as if she had been the rude one. Az moved to the little kitchen table and opened the Sunday Velaris Times. Nesta was more than happy to continue with her fanfiction tirade. And oh, they just had to hear about this incredibly well written, steamy story involving Az and a beautiful fae girl from Summer Court. She was downright obsessed, and hadn't even read formally published work as good as this in a long while. This was the kind of story that Elain deserved.Maybe she should reach out to the writer with an idea for a story about Elain, and "then we can finally read something of quality". She was already half way through the very salacious plot, working up to the bedrom scene, when she realized the uncomfortable quiet settling into the kitchen. Elain was pretending to wipe a bowl, that was clearly both clean and dry. It had still managed to slip her fingers and fall with several ungraceful clangs on the kitchen floor. "Oh my, well I guess it's a clumsy morning for me" Elain was rarely this ruffled anymore.

Az went professionally still, no longer flipping through the paper. And while his expression didn't reveal a single change, his shadows swirled in what seemed like annoyance. As much as mysterious shadows could be annoyed, Nesta supposed. The rest was incoherent mumbling. After Az grabbed his share of the breakfast buns in a neat cloth covered dish, he thanked Elain at least twice and actually flew out of the kitchen. Elain threw her a look that was somehow both dirty and embarrased. "Get off the counter…" struggling to be unpleasant, Elain's attemp at a bark came out as more of a yip. "… please, Nesta." Elain promptly handed her a dish of lemon cream breakfast buns, and with some flimsy excuse about proper cleaning, tossed Nesta from the kitchen.

"Yes, so they both appeared annoyed. I wouldn't say they're into fanfiction" She had left out some curious details and her suspicions, but gave Cassian the gist of "Neither Elain nor Azriel cared much for fanfiction"

Nesta had wondered about that interaction ever since. Why did it always feel like there is some quiet, even unspoken conversation she wasn't privy to, going on with these two?

Nesta always felt that she knew her sister and her manner of soft, nuanced interaction with the world. Was she mistaken? She could only speculate Elain's feelings flowed deeper, and warmer than polite conversation would have you believe. She had her theories, but had made it a point to keep them to herself.

"Huh, strange that." Cassian didn't appear to give it much thought, because he finally looked down at her nestled in his chest with a different kind of grin.

"So Nes, I wonder, have you gotten any interesting ideas to explore from these… bracing stories?" Definitely, at least the first couple pages of a long collated list. "Maybe… I might have?"

"You know, Nes, I noticed this room has only one bed." Cassian raised an eyebrow and smirked at her.

"Did you, now?" She giggled and felt the kind of brilliant levity that a life with Cassian always promised. "Mhm" His voice lower now, for a moment he just sat perfectly still and smoldering.

Before there was any room for protest, he suddenly grabbed her and in one fell swoop, flipped them around. Nesta gasped at the pure stealth and agility of the move. The war general with the confidence that came from generations of training was hovering mere inches above her and every muscle, every inch of her skin burned with excitement. Her breath hitched in anticipation and she tossed the manuscript haphazardly into a corner of the room.

"You know something else? " He whispered temptingly in her ear. "Tell me" "Daddy's home."

Their joined laughter exploded through the room, before he finally captured her mouth in a wild and promising kiss.

[mermen]

very ridiculous thing happened to me today

friend of mine comes up while im working on an engine. hands me a socket (5/16). says "i found that in the engine blades of [last aircraft i worked on]"

this obviously makes my head spin. several reasons. first, there was nothing in that project i would've needed my 5/16 for. second, more important, IN?! the engine??

im spiraling. im in my head. is this the career for me if im leaving sockets in engines? friend has walked away at this point. prof comforts me by saying "it happens to everybody"

after prof walks away, other friend/groupmate points out, didn't you clean that engine? how'd you leave it there? im still in my head.

friend who gave me the socket COMES BACK, and says, "i have to tell you the truth. i actually found it on the ground" i tell him to get the fuck out of my workspace and don't talk to me. mostly joking but i am mad.

i go to find third friend. tell him the above story. tell him i need his help kicking socket friend's ass. he agrees and comes with me. we find socket friend and start tearing into him. im trying to kick him off his stool

he's finally like. FINE. FINE. it was [prof's] idea. he was the one who found your socket. he knew it was yours and-

don't believe him at first. but then i remember. "this happens to everyone" i remember he followed socket friend over. he was listening it as socket friend told me. i start questioning everything. socket friend is swearing up and down that prof recognized that socket as mine and suggested he tell me it was found in the engine

this man had me questioning every choice ive made over the past two years

[sweetmariihs2]

Man! How these situations happen with me??! I have to make this public because oh my god

I had found a post, a random innocent post about the character Cedric from Sofia The First, asking if he would prefere dogs or cats. That was all! This was the post, and it was made by a friend of mine, that I know already. I answered "Oh I think he would like birds cuz he had a bird in the show and maybe he's used to take care of them more, I think it fits him!" And then my friend answered "well, I don't, I think he would be traumatized with taking care of them after his last bird friend betrayed him..." and I thought we were just exchanging opinions and having a conversation about a silly topic, like I always do with other people in fandoms when we disagree, we talk about what we think and see the things we agree in eachother's words. I then answered and gave more info why I thought that, thinking that the person would say "Ah ok I get it! I just don't understand it though. But I think that after the bird character betrayed him he wouldn't like taking care of birds anymore" and I would answer like "yeah it kinda makes sense, I think this because of this reason, but I get you"

No, man!! The person instead answered my comment "no I don't agree with you... I don't think that. No" and I thought "Oh ok maybe they don't want to have a fun little conversation. I don't want to argue about this silly topic, they will maybe try to argue with me, I don't want it, so I won't respond" and went on with my day.

Hours after that, I found a post that was made by the same person that made the previous post and had the conversation with me (it was all the same person and I consider them a friend since we know eachother and we are fandom buddies), but this person was writing:

"Why can't people see different headcanons and get out of canon material?

I used to be in said fandom and becauce I told them a headcanon I had they argued with me bc of my opinion, and now I see this happening in the Cedric fandom. For example today I made a post about Cedric liking cats or dogs and someone said he liked birds." (My personal note: what????????? Why am I mentioned in this)

"Guys don't do that. This makes the fandom awful to be in. These kinds of interactions are not good, don't turn the fandom toxic please" and ended the post.

I thought: what the hell????? But at the time I wasn't angry, I got embarassed and frustrated because this whole thing was unnecessary (this happened yesterday). This person had beef with me once in the past about another random silly topic abt Cedric, and I made a comment saying that "Cedric is childish in some aspects so maybe that's why certain thing blablabla" and the person, who is ALSO called Cedric, thought I was talking about them and got very very angry. When I understood the situation I spoke to him and he said sorry for misinterpretting my words. But he also told me something very specific about him, saying that he can sometimes misinterpret some things that people say and can see things negatively and react too fast or too negative, something like that. But yeah, that time the whole situation happened because of him misunderstanding me

And when the other situation happened yesterday, I thought "Ah he saw my comment and thought I was arguing. He told me about his problem of misinterpretting stuff so I'll go to him peacefully and explain that I wasn't intending to argue. But yeah that post using me as a bad example of something I didn't do was unnecessary and it certainly made me feel disrespected because I didn't do anything wrong. It will be easy they'll understand me and understand the situation" as if!! I reblogged their post and spoke about my pov, even showed screenshots of the comments, to show him that I wasn't arguing and wasn't disrespecting any opinion, and that his post about bad behavior and my mention in it made me feel disrespected. He is my friend and he can come to me and talk instead of posting and causing a situation he misinterpreted in the first place.

I got so anxious because I hate arguing, I hate conflicts! And this was something public and unnecessary about something I didn't do. I thought the end would be communication and that it would be easy, and I got anxious until the moment he answered me. My hands usually tremble when I'm anxious like that.

Well! At first he made a post in other account of his, absolutely not understanding my point, saying that he wouldn't take the post down (It would be good, yes, but I haven't even mentioned this! I didn't asked him to take the post down). But then seconds later, after I had already read it, he deleted the post and the notification tagging me also disappeared. And then he messaged me instead, also moments after that. And I though "phew! finally he wants to talk to me. Maybe he understood the situation, right??"

Nah he was arguing, definitely. His words were hella confusing to me because he said that I was making a conflict about something that wasn't a conflict-? I don't understand. I think he was misinterpretting me again, but I don't even know how to describe what he said since it was too confusing. I'll add screenshots because I'm confused as well. Don't read it if you don't want to

I have this in my mind, that "Dialogue is the best way to work through a conflict. Expressing why you felt disrespected is the right way to do it. Having a conversation." This is something confirmed by psychologists. And there is another thing in the study of dialogue that is when neurodivergent people and neurotypical people can't communicate properly because neurotypicals hear different intentions in neurodivergents just being literal and wanting to communicate, or when neurodivergents don't get something that neurotypicals meant cuz it was not literal, like for example when they're trying to make fun of the neurodivergent person saying like "omg where did you bought that shirt? from a landfill? lmao" and the neurodivergent innocently says "no actually I bought it from the store 😄 we can go together there if you want to!"

The same thing usually doesn't happen between two neurodivergent people because they're both literal and understand eachother literally, which it the best way to talk and understand other ppls feelings! And what is weird is that my friend Cedric is neurodivergent just like me, but he wasn't understanding me at all. I have a theory, for example, I'm 100% sure that I got my autism from my dad, and while he is literal like me, he tries to interpret some of my literal statements thinking that they're not literal and takes my words out of context. This probably happened because in his life he couldn't get subtle messages and tried to work around the problem by developing a way to indentify them, so sometimes I'm saying something normally and he gets it all wrong because his defense from letting comments pass works like this. He reads too much into what I said and gets it all wrong because in a moment of his life he had to do that to survive. We have to work through this.

I think the same thing happened with my friend Cedric and I don't blame him! He said later on that he get on conflics with a person often and this is related to his communication, and I said "Oh ok this makes sense. Yeah I'm not angry at you, man"

My dad for example is not aware of his bad habit. This person, on the other way around, is aware that they misunderstand other people, so if he is aware of that, he should try to speak to those he thinks that are arguing with him in private to try to understand the situation. But ok, sometimes people don't get these instructions, sometimes no one tells them that this is the right thing to do, specially in toxic environments. After our conversation then, he said sorry for what happened and understood that I was just talking. I don't want my written words to seem angry, I wanted them to seem paceful, and maybe he was reading them as angry because of his experience in toxic environment. And that was it! That was the conversation. We understood eachother and it ended yesterday.

They mentioned something like "I showed this to other people and they don't think I am in the wrong either" somewhere in the conversation and I got all confused because... I haven't done literally anything? I mean, he IS in the wrong for creating a situation that never existed and exposing me for something that I didn't do. Dropping down the calm explaining here, now I AM angry after the most recent post. I'm gonna tell you about the post.

"Hey um guys I am blocking the user @sweetmariihs2 because it's like the third time we argue and I want peace. I don't want to argue anymore"

I'm pissed, because someone random put me in a situation I didn't do anything to be involved, created a whole beef about something that wasn't even a fight, I thought we had understood eachother and he had understood that HIS misinterpretation problems were the cause of all this inconvenience to me, and that we were done and ok now. But no! Now they're coming publicly saying IN A POST, to other people who will read, that it's bad to keep contact with me cuz I fight. Like I was crazy or something! Now I have all the right to be pissed!

Third time? Excuse me?? The first time was when he minsunderstood me. The second time was when he misunderstood me again. There was no third time. Are you kidding??? You bother me twice and then makes a public post saying that you'll block me because I'M creating conflict?!? Fuck this.

I won't lose my mind here, I'll keep calm, but there's a moment a person can't keep taking shit anymore and just explodes! Damn, man! This was so unnecessary!

Think of the people that will read that post and think I'm crazy and I'm toxic to interact with. I got into an argument with a person that was harassing me in the past and made a post about this situation, and what was funny was that everyone was making other posts like, thinking we were beefing over stupid fandom headcanons. We weren'tttt!! The post was made because that person was going after me everywhere nonstop, harassing me! They made a blog to literally watch me and my posts after our argument, I have all the right to be mad! This was other situation with someone else. Now imagine these people, that saw this conflict in the past and think that I was "arguing" about "fandom stuff", seeing this post telling people publicly that Cedric will block me because I'm problematic. Man, stop stepping at my shoe! Leave me alone. Now I AM angry.

I thought we had made peace, I thought he had said sorry. The Cedric The Sorcerer fandom is smaller and smaller everyday, and I thought about blocking @cedricthewise to avoid fights too, but I thought "no, he just got it wrong, we said sorry, and I like his posts, not many people are talking about the character Cedric anymore, blocking is unnecessary". But thinking right now, I guess that I should have taken this decision wayyy back then. Imagine if I want to friendly interact in a future post and they interpret my words as hate, making another series of posts and conflicts that I didn't had anything to do with!

This kind of miscommunication will happen with Cedric and other people in the future and the best way to work around them is through dialogue. He KNOWS that he has a communication problem, and this will happen more times in his life, he needs to learn how to work through this. Man, I was misinterpreted and now there's a post publicly saying to everyone that blocking me is the best thing to do like I'm the cause of the situation. No I won't keep quiet! I will position myself! That's why I am making this post!

I thought everything had already ended and he said sorry. Man, if someone knows that they have interpretation problems, this someone needs to take their problems into account before getting into any conflicts, cuz sometimes they think someone is arguing, and this someone is not. Imagine if someone started having beef with you out of nowhere and then after saying sorry they made a public post saying to everyone that they'll block you. I don't care about the block, it's about the post again! He could have just quietly blocked me if he thought it was the best thing to do, but a post? What does he want to do with that post? He wants the Cedric fandom to hate me or something? I'm really known here! I'm the nicest, most respectful person you'll ever see, can you see how many times I was patient with bullshit only in this situation with Cedric? Now I'm not anymore! I'm making myself very clear in case he wonders what I'm feeling right now, I'm angry! I'm very angry and feeling disrespected. I don't want interactions with him anymore either.

I'm gonna make a rude statement here, but despite being rude, it's something we should take for our lives. Personal problems need to be dealt with in therapy, not with me, because I'm not a psychologist. If someone says they have reactive problems, trying to help is the worst thing you can do, because in the end you'll always end up screwing yourself over. The best thing to do is not interact with that person. Don't get involved in a situation with someone you know that has problems with being in situations. I don't want to go back to this discussion and, it will be a great loss to not see their posts anymore because they're nice, but my mental health will thank me so fucking much for just cutting contact with living ticking time bombs.

That's the end of the post. Stupid unnecessary situation.

I'm keeping the stf tags because that's for the stf fans to read.

[atheneum-of-you]

Addressing the Drama Against my Will

Oh, how I'm so sick of my name coming up in call-out posts on this app it's actually so weird to me.

I don't like talking about drama on my blog because I literally just wanna talk about helpol stuff. I have ONE post talking about ONE drama about my old server on my page despite the (for some reason???) dozen of posts these people have on me. I've avoided doing so because regardless of my emotional state, I didn't feel right naming names because it didn't feel good having mine said over and over again. But at this point, I'm a bit tired of it all. So I'll respond to this once and then ask that they genuinely leave me alone and keep my name off of their blog.

Hi, I'm Lottie! I used to go by Poppy but changed my name partially due to a shift in my gender identity, but also because the name "Poppy" was tied to a lot of these posts and a not so great past. I'm the ex owner of the Acropolises, a helpol discord server. As a few people know, the Acropolises was deleted which I talked a little bit about in this post. Funny enough, I've been a bit inactive both on discord and tumblr due to the emotional stress and toll this took on me. My mental health has been discussed quite a bit between these people so I'll talk about it myself. I have diagnosed depression, ADHD, and anxiety. I've had to take frequent breaks offline due to this, and sometimes talking to people is difficult. I'm genuinely not sure what this "online breakdown" is coming from when I haven't really been...online? But that's a little weird to me. Truly, you have no reason to discuss my mental health, or even me when I haven't been in communication with ANY of you since the server was deleted. I can only imagine it's because a discord status I posted today made you a little upset. We'll get to that in a bit.

• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 •

I'll admit, I was in over my head when I made The Acropolises. It grew really big really fast and I definitely wasn't prepared for what that entailed. I made an attempt to appease everyone and when it hindered the validity of the server with all growth of misinformation and cliques, it became something too deep rooted for me to handle.

The Acropolises was deleted when a close friend of mine joined the server of wingsofaphrodite. I didn't join the server myself, even though they were someone I considered like a younger siblings, because I had just come out of a spat with one of our former mutual friends altis-of-olympia (another thing I will touch on in a bit). I offered to stay out of the server to keep the peace and not make anyone uncomfortable, but out of support I recommended the server to several friends, one of which joined because of how highly I spoke of them. However, he came back to me with acreenshots of several of these "friends" of mine and a handful of my server members talking about me. Altis will claim that the screenshots were "taken out of context" but honestly, I don't know what kind of additional context I need for these.

If this isn't shit talking behind my back, I don't know what is. One of you outright said I worshipped an egregore (a priestess, mind you. Unbeknownst to them, apparently, that egregores aren't a thing in our religion). And while I knew that wasn't true, it threw me into a dizzy and nauseating state of self-doubt and hate. It took me turning to a well-known and trusted sorcerer of ancient greco-egyptian polytheism to confirm otherwise for me. THIS is why The Acropolises was deleted. I no longer felt safe in the space I created.

Now, it'll be heavily claimed that my staff team was steeped in favoritism. Which I will admit is partially true. However, that favoritism was heavily tied to Wings and Altis. As I started attempting to fix things in the server, cracks began forming in my staff team. Mainly due to me agreeing a lot with one of my admins who is also a close friend. This admin wasn't particularly liked by this group simply because they didn't agree with a lot of what they wanted and wanted to ensure that the server stayed on the path of reconstructionalist helpol. Which I agreed with. This was often seen as combative with no leeway for argument when looking back on it, it was simply them doing their job as an admin. However, I allowed (primarily) Altis to run amok in my server with little to no consequences simply I saw him as a friend and tend to have blinders on, thinking any issues can be resolved with a small discussion. This proved to not be the case.

• 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬 •

The night Altis and I stopped being friends came from when I felt called to do a reading about a member of my server. The reading itself initially confused me until I realized it was for Altis from King Zeus, in reference to his behavior in my server. When he asked me what behavior I had an issue with that prompted the reading, the following conversation ensued:

Altis had displayed a concerning amount of misinformation when it came to priesthood in my server, scaring several members, and when I confronted him about it, he became incredibly defensive and belittled my priestesshood. Never once did I claim King Zeus was angry at him. I actually directly said He wasn't.

It then came to my attention that several members of the server had complained about Altis and his friends to my admin, feeling belittled and snubbed by him constantly in the server to the point where many of them left or chose not to interact in the server anymore. And none of them felt comfortable coming to me as the server owner because I had allowed him to do so, and we were friends, which is completely understandable. I did nothing to fix this issue and when I did I had realized it was too late. I had allowed him on my staff team, despite the majority of them voting against it, because I felt personally responsible for their opinion of him. I had green lit many of his outburst and wanted to prove that he wasn't this egotistical know-it-all. Altis hated my staff team, yet wanted to be on it hard enough to fight for it and join it.

• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧 •

So what has brought us here, to this post? Well, a discord status. Particularly, this one.

I made this status today when I was told by ANOTHER friend that Altis was STILL talking about me. Which is weird. We haven't spoken since the whole fiasco happened. And I find it quite silly that when I make this status, suddenly he feels the need to post about me. So let's talk about this status, and altis of olympia.

Altis, as quite a few of you may know, is now a "graduated" priest of Zeus. This is something I have a few issues with. Mainly because, Altis is about as inexperienced in priesthood as one can be. Almost dangerously so. Altis's focus on priesthood under King Zeus as an oathkeeper has completely trumped and overshadowed the basics of priesthood. A part of priesthood is practice, and putting that practice into action. While my priesthood may involve me occasionally delivering messages from the gods (I'll talk about this in a bit), it is the smallest and most mental aspect of what I do. It is the aspect I talked about most often because my server enjoyed discussing readings and divination as a whole.

However, it is maybe 2% of my work as a priestess. I perform rituals and thuein according to the ancient rites (ethically). I have learned and done cledonomancy. I have created ceremony scripts, memorized hymns, and ancient Greek magic for Hermes. I have an upcoming festival in His honor.

These are SOME of the essential aspects of modern-day priesthood, and these are things I can't imagine Altis has learned or even was aware of, considering he doesn't even know how to perform a consecration ceremony (the illustrious "graduation").

Mind you, "graduation" and "tasks" are not official terms in priesthood. They're words I used simply because I have ADHD and couldn't think of what to call them in them moment, but continued to use for the sake of consistency and also they itched my ADHD brain nicely.

Altis also has a server dedicated to priesthood, which is incredibly interesting considering he's only been in training for 3 months, not nearly long enough to claim his level of expertise. This server itself lacks cited sources and resources, which is PIVOTAL if you intend to teach others. 3 months of "experience" for training under a god you RECENTLY started worshipping, makes no sense. You simply aren't qualified.

In this, I know my own short training will be brought up. My priestess training was completed within a month. However, my circumstances were very different.

I have been researching the Theoi since middle school. It was in my late middle school and high school years that I began actively worshipping the Theoi. And I worshipped them ALL, with a favor towards Hermes because He was a particular favorite. It was during my last year of high school that I realized worshipping all of the hellenic gods equally simply wasn't viable and I decided to dedicate more time to relearning all of my bad habits as a hellenic polytheist. At this time I stopped worshipping Hermes and instead after a year of exclusively researching without worship, I decided to worship Ares, Aphrodite, and Zeus.

It was in this time that I began properly learning divination centered around the gods. I learned how to invoke the gods I worshipped and communicate with Them and did so under King Zeus's guidance. I had always been good with divination as I frequently spoke with spirits, and learning different methods of divination under the guidance of Zeus taught me a lot. When I turned 21, I took my first visit to Greece to visit His temple and dedicated my life to Him and the Theoi.

I took some time to deconstruct my Christian upbringing and fully pledged myself to hellenic polytheism. In these 6 years as a hellenic polytheist, I repeatedly visited Greece, learned from many of my Greek helpol friends, and developed a solid foundation in my religion.

All of this backstory is important to make the point that I had established my foundation as a priestess over years of research. Even as I currently mentor under a priestess, it has all been refreshers and things I had learned myself over the years. And of course I've still learned a lot, but if anything, it has just confirmed the path I was already on. My training under Lord Hermes was brief because I had already learned the path and how to navigate it.

As far as I'm aware and have seen, Altis does not have this background. While he has 9 years of learning the religion, very little of it seems to be related to priesthood until very very recently (ie the past 3 months).

My server no longer exists, and I have barely been online. There is truly no reason why these people should still be talking about me.

Altis, however, has an actively misinformed server for young and aspiring priests. So fix your own issues before you attempt to correct mine.

Never once did I use my priestesshood as a tool for power, I ACTIVELY AND CONSTANTLY stated that the title held no power and could be taken away easily. To believe otherwise would be hubris. And to say I claimed to say who was and wasn't a priest when he actively had a "priestx confirmation spread" is genuinely wild. My "bingo card" was a clear joke. And he knows it was a joke.

• 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐭 •

Truthfully, I could go on. I could talk about how much of Altis's foundation for priesthood came from me and then for mindless with his ego. I could be petty and talk about how I supported him so openly that I bought him 2 oracle decks for King Zeus. I could talk about how he can't source why priests worked under one epithet at a time or how he allegedly claims that now multiple gods are giving him "tasks."

But I won't, because honestly, I hope he reflects and grows from this. I hope he reads this and Googles some of the priest duties I listed above to learn what they are and their importance and how to perform them. And I hope he checks his ego and learns how to take criticism. I don't intend to be friends with him again, I simply want him to never mention me again. I have a LONG list of asks talking about their experiences with him that I choose not to answer because I see no reason to. I ask for the same decency. Leave me alone.

And Marie/wayfind-er too. You've made like 90% of the posts on me. I directly went to you and asked you to stop because people were harassing me and my friends in my asks and how damaging it was fo my mental health. I BEGGED you to stop posting about me.

You told me block you if I didn't like it and you won't stop.

For that, you're weird. Don't preach xenia if you're actively choosing to be a bully.

Anyways, you're all blocked, and I have no interest in discussing this further. I've said all I needed to. And if you see typos, no, you didn't. This is too long to spell check ✋️😔

Khairete, and safe travels ♡

Small addition: Altis says no one should look up to me. I agree. I'm still learning just like everyone else. Hellenic polytheism is never-ending research. I'm still a student working towards my BA im ancient religion and history and working towards becoming an archivist. I have NO credentials. I simply love to research and share what I've learned

[beef-brisket]

Uriel leant over the fluffy clouds of Heaven and looks down upon the earth, or the human colony specifically.

They noted their behaviours like rabbits. There's so many of them. Some were violent, some were caring, and doting on each other.

But they bred. Quickly. Very quickly. One human could have two- three pregnancies in a year.

Uriel: That... can't be right.

Lucifer: Uriel! There you are, my darling sibling!

Uriel turned and smiled: Luci! Come join me! I'm checking on the humans.

That peaked Lucifer's interest. Leaning over the cloud next to his sibling, his heart clenched when he looked on his children, grandchildren, great grandchildren- and so on. He missed them so much.

Looking down, he noticed a bright stuffed of blonde. Only the first generation had striking blond hair.

Lucifer: Abel...

Their darling first born.

Uriel: Yes, Abel. He's the leader of the main colony. I... don't think it'll be much longer.

Lucifer raised his eyebrow and turned to Uriel: What does that mean?

Uriel sighed: Well... there's a man in the third generation who doesn't agree with how Abel is running things. The angels and I are making bets on how long it'll take for him to destroy Abel.

Lucifer glared at Uriel. His angel was mounting as he watched the angel smile as he spoke about his first borns possible murder.

Lucifer: How dare you. That is a life- a HUMAN life! And you're treating it like some parasite! That man you are making fun of is the first born of Adam and Lilith- the second human! What is wrong with you?! Where is your compassion, sibling?!

Uriel was taken aback by Lucifer's outburst: I- brother. Please, forgive me. I didn't mean to sound so insensitive. I'm just... fascinated by their network. Their behaviour. I apologise for not keeping mine in check.

Lucifer glared, his eyes felt like they were blazing: Hm. You're not forgiven. Not yet.

Uriel: B-Brother! Forgiveness-!

Lucifer: Is earned! And I have the perfect way fo you to earn it!

Uriel: O-Oh? How?

Lucifer: Come for dinner! At mine, this evening. Yes?

Uriel: Uh... o-of course, brother! It would be an honour...

Lucifer stood and flexed his wings: Very good, sibling! I'll see you once the sun sets and changes our sky! Farewell!

Uriel watched as their sibling took to the skies. They've never had dinner with Lucifer before, that's certainly an interesting way for work for forgiveness.

The Darker Side of Eden

@beef-brisket

When humanity was first created, God made Adam and Lilith, the equals of the human race. They were to be husband and wife to populate the earth.

But Adam didn't want that, not with Lilith anyway.

No, his heart was stolen the day he was created and locked eyes with the angel of light, he went by the name of Lucifer. The angel also felt the same way, the two deciding to be together even though they weren't meant to be in heavens eyes.

Lucifer didn't care, to him Adam was perfect and deserved more than Eden and to be a baby factory for that Lilith woman. They both deserved more. To be gods in a world ruling over angels and mankind. To have total control of heaven itself.

While Adam was still expected to do his part, Lucifer would be more than happy to lend him a hand to make sure he ascended to heaven to be with him forever.

Adam: You can really do that?

Lucifer smiled: Of course my love, I can do pretty much anything.

The first rule to break would be mating with his precious human. They had been holding off until the time was right.

With his magic, Lucifer gave Adam a vagina and the working insides that went with it.

Adam: It's like hers.....

Lucifer cupped his cheek: No, it's better.~

Removing his robes Adam marveled as his angels nude body. Lucifer gently opened his legs and Adam laid back, Lucifer getting in between and taking the first man's virginity.

He kissed Adam and they mated. The sounds that Adam made that echoed in their cave were downright sinful.

Adam: Oh Luci!~

He pounded into his warm wet heat with everything he had. Adam spasmed around Lucifer's cock and when the angel was close he went as deep as he could pumping his love full of his cum.

Lucifer gently kissed his face and neck and just gently rocked into his love.

Adam moaned: Today was perfect.~

[frosted-woods]

autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all