#sorry amazon all i can read is

[brazenbells]

🙃

In case I needed any more encouragement to sail the high seas.

[mamawasatesttube]

tired: the bats are so weird and creepy and everyone else is always so normal compared to them!

wired: impulse started fidgeting so hard he just started vibrating and clipped halfway through the floor and part of helen's foot before he realized what he was doing. this is just a normal tuesday

inspired: superman, superboy, and supergirl are sitting together in midair having a mild-mannered midwestern discussion as to which of their nonpowered combatant friends has the most fucked-up looking bones. several of said friends are in the room and really wish they wouldn't do this

[half-orq]

Gonna rant for a second I've been anti-audible for a while --well over a decade, though it wasn't always a position of "Fuck Amazon" --I didn't see the point of paying for access to 1-3 audiobooks per month when I was reading that in a week for free from my library. Did I have to wait sometimes? Sure. but also I was reading 1-3 audiobooks in a week. There were other audiobooks to listen to in the week while I waited --and so I listened to my less popular series while waiting for the more popular series. (for context, the time I'm taking about I was working at a bakery that allowed me to have headphones in, as there were never customers (we worked in a warehouse and shipped to stores and restaurants) so I was listening to 40 hrs a week plus commute times, plus times when I was playing the sims) But what I especially hate is audible exclusives. I had (wrongly) assumed that if a book was audible exclusive, there would be no way to get the book in other formats elsewhere. I run a book club. We democratically select the books for the next year, as long as they are within a few guidelines (we have length requirements within the founding guidelines, we must be able to source them through the public library with the help of the ILL specialist, and I research each book for things like content, pacing, heaviness --so we don't have two slow somber books in a row, mostly, but also so I don't have more than one horror novel in a year type thing. Keeps the books interesting, and keeps the choices balanced.)

One book, requested last year by three members and so very much quickly made the list, ended up being an audible exclusive. I did not check for audible exclusivity when I was making the list --my club wanted to read a book, and I could see that we could get copies of the book, confirmed by the ILL specialist. Great!

Except!!! Except this is an accessibility issue. If someone, for any given reason, needs an audiobook to access this book club (as I often do as someone with adhd for ease but do not need need. I can get by with no audiobook if I must, but if someone has vision issues, well.). If someone needs it and does not want to or have the ability to pay for an audible subscription, they are locked out of that month's book club.

And man that fucking sucks.

[morallysuperiorlips]

PLEASE Write Your Book!

I'm serious. Please write it. If you need a sign to start, continue, or whatever is inbetween, this is it. Go do it.

I spent the past couple weeks indulging myself in some BookTok recommendations. While some were indeed good (Kings of Sin, my beloved), some were just...I don't need to finish my sentence there.

I DNF'd some books for the first time since I read Lord of the Flies (sorry Golding, you put me to sleep with your descriptions) and I powered through others in hopes that they would eventually get better. The general consensus I ended up getting was that I could not understand for the fucking life of me how these books got published. The writing in some of them was no better than that of a 2010s teen writing Maximum Ride fic on Wattpad for the first time, with the characterization abysmal enough to match.

I don't want to knock any specific author or book here, because I will concede one thing: they finished their books. They got them published. They're successful. For that, I commend them, because I'm still on my way there myself and I can't take that away from them. Jolly good show.

But that brings me to my point: if they can do it, YOU absolutely can do it too.

If some of these Amazon and NYT bestsellers can have prose on a Wattpad level with characters that have enough poorly-written cognitive dissonance to make Deadpool or Walter White jealous, your fleshed out, deeply intuitive, and remarkably creative epic can sit right alongside them no problem. Whether you're writing the next GoT or a romantic slice-of-life, there is a not a goddamn thing on this planet stopping you from rolling up with the big dogs.

If these guys can do it, so can you.

So, stop telling yourself you can't. Stop letting other people tell you you can't. Stop comparing yourself to these authors who, respectfully and bluntly, can't write for shit (or at least need to fire their fucking editors, good lord).

WRITE YOUR DAMN BOOK. PLEASE. WE NEED IT.

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[dark-l-angel]

may I please request batfam x reader where they randomly find out the reader has Omnilingualism? the reader just randomly drops lore then the batfam is like "HUH?" me pleading:

A/N: Sure luv ❤️ sorry it took a little while.. but here you go 😺

Omnilingualism is the ability to understand all languages.. spoken, written, or otherwise.. instantly and fluently, without having to learn them first.

Batfam x Omnilingual reader + onshot bonus "wait- YOU CAN SPEAK EVERY LANGUAGE?!"

Bruce Wayne:

He pretends he isn’t impressed. He really tries. But the moment you casually correct a mistranslation in one of his case files from an obscure dialect in the Amazon, his eye twitches.

Definitely runs tests in the Batcave. "For data" he claims. Lies. He just wants an excuse to hear you switch flawlessly between Ancient Sumerian and Icelandic.

Low-key starts trusting you with delicate negotiations at Wayne Enterprises. "Accidentally" leaves confidential contracts in languages no one in the room understands except you.

Oh, and you catch him brushing up on his French. He'll never admit it, but he’s trying to catch up to you.

You once whispered something scandalous to him in flawless Latin during a gala. His hand on your lower back tightened just slightly. Dangerous man, but you’re worse.

Dick grayson:

Immediately obsessed. No chill whatsoever.

"Say something in Italian!" "Now Portuguese! Oh oh.. Tagalog!"

Thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. Genuinely struggles to focus if you speak in another language, especially something romantic-sounding. (You catch him blushing like a schoolboy, every time.)

Tries to flirt back in another language but completely butchers it. You gently correct him, and it turns into an unintentional couples language lesson.

You catch him Googling "How to propose in 20 languages." Cute idiot.

Teases you with fake words in gibberish, just to see if you catch on. You always do.

Jason Todd :

Oh, this man loves it. Filthy mouth, wicked grin, and a brain full of bad ideas.

Purposely swears in different languages to see if you catch him. You do. Every. Single. Time.

One time you threw back a sharp insult in flawless Russian, and he damn near swooned.

Has you read his favorite banned books in their original languages. "I just wanna hear you say it, babe." No you don’t, Jason. You want to hear them moaned, don’t you?

Will 100% ask you to dirty talk in languages no one else understands in public settings. "What? I like living dangerously."

Bonus: If you tease him in French, it destroys him. He can’t fight it. French + your voice = his personal kryptonite.

Tim Drake :

Immediately runs to his laptop. He needs answers.

"Omnilingualism is a hyper rare meta-ability.. there are fewer than seven confirmed cases worldwide.. wait- does this mean you can read codes in programming languages like they’re actual languages?!"

Makes you his official decryption buddy. His Batcomputer just became 500% more efficient.

Low-key fascinated, high-key turned on.

Asks you to record audio lessons for him in various languages. You catch him listening to them at 2am with a suspiciously dazed smile.

Will absolutely text you random phrases in dead languages at ungodly hours of the night. "For science."

Damian Wayne :

Instantly annoyed that he’s no longer the most linguistically gifted person in the room.

Challenges you constantly. "Recite this ancient Arabic proverb." You do, flawlessly, and throw in the correct accent for good measure.

He respects you deeply but refuses to admit it directly.

Secretly asks you to teach him rare dialects to communicate with his animals better.

The moment you start speaking to Titus in perfect, gentle Arabic, his eyes go wide. You’ve officially earned his permanent admiration.

Bonus: You tease him by complimenting him in languages he doesn’t know yet. He storms off to study them immediately.

Alfred Pennyworth

Unbothered king. He knew from the start.

Smiles softly when you casually slip into old, classical British idioms even Bruce doesn’t understand.

Occasionally tests you with the oddest phrases from obscure Commonwealth colonies. You pass every time.

"I dare say, Miss, you have a talent most remarkable."

Secretly keeps a list of the rarest languages to see if there’s anything you don’t know.

Family game nights? Forget it. You dominate every round of “Guess That Language.”

You become their favorite asset in undercover ops. Fake passports? Check. Local slang? You’re a walking encyclopedia.

They jokingly call you their “Batbabel.” (Yes, even Bruce lets that nickname slip once.)

Jason is convinced you must have alien blood. "Bet you could sweet talk the Martians, too."

You like to randomly mess with them by switching languages mid-conversation. Pure chaos.

And they all fall a little harder every time you do.

Oneshot bonus : Wait- YOU CAN SPEAK EVERY LANGUAGE?!

It started, as many things in Wayne Manor do, in the most stupidly casual way possible.

You were seated at the long dining table, lazily flipping through your phone while Alfred served brunch. Tim was half-asleep beside you, his forehead dangerously close to his waffles. Jason was reading War and Peace in Russian, because of course he was. Damian was arguing with Dick over the proper form for his new kata routine, while Bruce pretended to read the paper but was very obviously just eavesdropping like the rest of them.

Then, Alfred, with his calm British cadence, said something softly under his breath. In French.

"Mon dieu, cette confiture est un désastre…" (this jam is a disaster...)

Without thinking, without even looking up from your phone, you mumbled back, perfect pronunciation and all,

"Pas nécessairement. C’est la confiture d’orange, elle est censée être comme ça." (Not necessarily. It's orange marmalade, it's supposed to be like that.)

Silence.

Dead silence.

Tim lifted his head slowly, eyes bleary but confused.

Jason lowered his book.

Damian squinted at you like you’d just sprouted a second head.

Bruce folded his newspaper with a quiet, deliberate finality.

Dick? Dick’s eyes were sparkling with mischief.

"Since when do you speak French?" he asked, grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

You blinked, confused by the attention. "Huh? Oh, I don’t."

Wrong answer.

"You just did" Tim said flatly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

Jason leaned forward on his elbows, sharp smirk spreading. "Care to explain, mon ami?"

Your brain, still not connecting the dots, offered the most unhelpful thing possible: a shrug. "I don’t know. He just said the jam was a disaster. I just... knew."

“Wait.” Damian’s eyes narrowed into slits, laser-focused. "What did Alfred say, exactly?"

You repeated it, casually.

He tried to hide it, but his brows twitched upward. "That’s correct."

Now Jason was grinning like he knew something juicy. "Try Russian."

"What?"

"Say something in Russian," Jason pressed, eyes alight with curiosity.

You hesitated, then shrugged. "Что ты хочешь, чтобы я сказал?" (What do you want me to say?)

Jason’s chair screeched back from the table as he stood, hands in his hair. “NO. No, no, no, what the hell is this?!”

"That was perfect," Tim said, his voice pitching higher, caffeinated brain now fully awake.

"You said you don’t speak these languages?" Bruce asked, a suspicious tilt to his head like he was running seventeen background checks in his mind at once.

You frowned, getting a little defensive now. "I don’t! I never studied Russian, or French, or whatever else. I just... get it, I guess?"

Dick gasped, like someone hit him with a Batarang of Realization. "Wait wait wait.. omnilingualism."

Jason’s mouth dropped open. "No freaking way."

Tim’s eyes went huge behind his glasses. "That’s an actual thing, you know. Hyper rare meta ability. The brain automatically understands and reproduces any language it’s exposed to."

Damian narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. "Prove it."

"Say something in Ancient Latin," Bruce instructed, his detective mode fully activated.

You tilted your head, focusing, and then fluently responded,

"Memento mori, pater. Etiam noctes detectivi requiem merentur" (Remember death, father. Even detectives of the night deserve rest.)

Pin-drop silence.

Jason cackled so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.

Dick was clapping like you’d won an Olympic gold medal.

Tim, meanwhile, frantically pulled out his phone, already Googling ‘omnilingual reader discovered at brunch’.

Bruce, stoic as ever, gave you a single nod of respect. "We’ll need to run tests."

"You mean interviews," Dick corrected, leaning closer with a grin. "Because I, for one, have a thousand questions."

"Congratulations" Jason said dryly, raising his glass of orange juice in your direction. "You’re officially our walking, talking, sexy Google Translate."

You rolled your eyes with a crooked smile. "Glad I can be of service."

"And you will be," Bruce added, already making plans in his head. Oh, you were never getting out of this one.

[xiaq]

Story time: Amazon can go fuck itself, and other genteel thoughts.

Good evening. I’m angry.

Up until now, I’ve purchased the majority of items I can’t thrift from Amazon because it’s easy and cost-effective, despite the moral qualms I have about the company. Previously, support was simple. If an item was damaged or a package didn’t arrive, you hopped on chat/the phone, provided proof, and they gave you a refund or return label.

But some shitstain from on high has introduced a new “incident report” process when something goes wrong. You submit your details, you wait 72 hours, and then they give you a refund. This would also be fine. If it fucking worked. But I have, at this point, irrefutable evidence that this is not actually how the process is intended to work. It’s meant to drive you so far up the wall that you either die from a stress-induced heart attack, or rage quit, and they get to keep your money.

In the last several months, I’ve had to submit three incident reports for damaged and undelivered items (I’m also encountering a lot more issues with item delivery, but that’s a different story).

ALL THREE TIMES, the process has taken weeks rather than days because ALL THREE TIMES they conveniently “had no record” of multiple incident reports I submitted despite the fact that I had confirmation emails each and every time.

Now, I’m a petty bitch, so even though the hours I was spending checking in, waiting on hold on the phone, being passed from agent to agent, was not worth the $10 and $20 refunds I was trying to get them to honor, I wasn’t going to give up. This last time, though. Oh they really tried.

So. My item isn’t delivered. I submit an incident report on the 12th and get my confirmation email of the submission on the 12th. I haven’t heard back by the 14th so I call and check. Shockingly, they have no record of my report. I submit another one, get another confirmation email. I call back the next day to check they received it. They have not. I beg them to let me forward the confirmation emails I have. I ask what else I can do different. They tell me to submit a new report and hang up on me. I submit another report. I receive another confirmation email. I call the next day. Can you guess? They have no record of it. This time, I ask for them to stay on the line with me while I submit a new report and confirm it’s been received. He confirms receipt and promises I will receive a response by the 21st. I record this conversation because I have a suspicion.

Hello. It is the 21st. Have I received a response? No. I call back. THIS ASSHOLE, who I’m pretty sure is reading this shit from a script, says, (are you ready for this) “There’s no record of an incident report, you’ll need to submit one.” I insist that I had confirmation in writing and verbally. She insists it does not exist.

So I tell her. I now have four confirmation emails. I have a recording of an Amazon support person with their credentials assuring me with the product number stated, that they’ve received my report. I also have been recording this conversation. And if she cannot assist me, I will be posting those emails and both recordings to every social media platform I have, filing a BBB complaint, and checking with my lawyer to see what options I have for legal action (do I have a lawyer? Of course not. But she doesn’t know that).

Immediately, she is backpedaling. “Oh, let me check again, maybe I missed it.” Less than 30 seconds later she’s back on the line. “I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, I do have your report here. I will process a refund now.” Shocking. I am shocked.

IT SHOULD NOT TAKE THIS MUCH EFFORT TO GET A COMPANY TO HONOR THEIR PROMISED LEVEL OF SUPPORT.

Jesus Christ.

B and I will be finding different local places to purchase items we tend to buy via Amazon now, because I have every intention of ending our Prime membership. It looks like between Costco and Target we should be covered.

Anyway. No point to this except to rant. Thanks for reading if you got this far. I’m going to go lay under the weight of my dog and try to get my heart rate down.

[homo-house]

hey uh so I haven't seen anyone talking about this here yet, but

the amazon river, like the biggest river in the fucking world, in the middle of the amazon fucking rainforest, is currently going through its worst drought since the records began 121 years ago

picture from Folha PE

there's a lot going on but I haven't seen much international buzz around this like there was when the forest was on fire (maybe because it's harder to shift the narrative to blame brazil exclusively as if the rest of the world didn't have fault in this) so I wanted to bring this to tumblr's attention

I don't know too many details as I live in the other side of the country and we are suffering from the exact opposite (at least three cyclones this year, honestly have stopped counting - it's unusual for us to get hit by even one - floods, landslides, we have a death toll, people are losing everything to the water), but like, I as a brazilian have literally never seen pictures of the river like this before. every single city in the amazonas state is in a state of emergency as of november 1st.

pictures by Adriano Liziero (ig: geopanoramas)

we are used to seeing images of rio negro and solimões, the two main amazon river affluents, in all their grandiose and beauty and seeing these pictures is really fucking chilling. some of our news outlets are saying the solimões has turned to a sand desert... can you imagine this watery sight turning into a desert in the span of a year?

while down south we are seeing amounts of rain and hailstorms the likes of which our infrastructure is simply not built to deal with, up north people who have built everything around the river are at a loss of what to do.

the houses there that are built to float are just on the ground, people who depend on fishing for a living have to walk kilometers to find any fish that are still alive at all, the biodiversity there is at risk, and on an economic level it's hard to grasp how people from the northern states are getting by at all - the main means of transport for ANYTHING in that region is via the river water. this will impact the region for months to come. it doesnt make a lot of sense to build a lot of roads bc it's just better to use the waterway system, everything is built around or floats on the river after all. and like, the water level is so incomprehensibly low the boats are just STUCK. people are having a hard time getting from one place to another - keep in mind the widest parts of the river are over 10 km apart!!

this shit is really serious and i am trying not to think about it because we have a different kind of problem to worry about down south but it's really terrifying when I stop to think about it. you already know the climate crisis is real and the effects are beyond preventable now (we're past global warming, get used to calling it "global boiling"). we'll be switching strategies to damage control from now on and like, this is what it's come to.

I don't like to be alarmist but it's hard not to be alarmed. I'm sorry that I can't end this post with very clear intructions on how people overseas can help, there really isn't much to do except hope the water level rises soon, maybe pray if you believe in something. in that regard we just have to keep pressing for change at a global level; local conditions only would not, COULD NOT be causing this - the amazon river is a CONTINENTAL body of water, it spans across multiple countries. so my advice is spread the word, let your representatives know that you're worried and you want change towards sustainability, degrowth and reduced carbon emissions, support your local NGOs, maybe join a cause, I don't know? I recommend reading on ecological and feminist economics though

however, I know you can help the affected riverine families by donating to organizations dedicated to helping the region. keep in mind a single US dollar, pound or euro is worth over 5x more in our currency so anything you donate at all will certainly help those affected.

FAS - Sustainable Amazon Fundation

Idesam - Sustainable Developent and Preservation Institute of Amazonas

Greenpeace Brasil - I know Greenpeace isn't the best but they're one of the few options I can think of that have a bridge to the international world and they are helping directly

There are a lot of other smaller/local NGOs but I'm not sure how you could donate to them from overseas, I'll leave some of them here anyway:

Projeto Gari

Caritás Brasileira

If you know any other organizations please link them, I'll be sure to reblog though my reach isn't a lot

thank you so much for reading this to the end, don't feel obligated to share but please do if you can! even if you just read up to here it means a lot to me that someone out there knows

also as an afterthought, I wanted to expand on why I think this hasn't made big news yet: because unlike the case of the 2020 forest fires, other countries have to hold themselves accountable when looking at this situation. while in 2020 it was easier to pretend the fires were all our fault and people were talking about taking the amazon away from us like they wouldn't do much worse. global superpowers have no more forests to speak of so I guess they've been eyeing what latin america still has. so like this bit of the post is just to say if you're thinking of saying anything of the sort, maybe think of what your own country has done to contribute to this instead of blaming brazil exclusively and saying the amazon should be protected by force or whatever

[hearts4johnwick]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Shows & Jokes. / C. Kent.

SUMMARY. 𝜗𝜚 you and clark attempt to bake a cake, until clark brings up your little stunt during a fight last night.

CW. 𝜗𝜚 1.4k words, amazon!reader, fluff, established relationship, reader goes by wonder woman but this is NOT a clark x diana piece.

A/N. 𝜗𝜚 more clark fluff coming up trust (don’t think y’all are free from the angst tho)

“What are you doing?” Clark asks you when he enters the kitchen watching you read and hum in thought.

“Do we have vanilla extract?” You ask and before you can open the cabinet, a gust of wind knocks your hair behind your shoulders, and you see Clark holding a bottle of pure vanilla extract.

“Uh, no… remember you finished it all? But I got you some!” He smiles as he approaches you. “Pure Madagascar vanilla bean extract.” He places the bottle in your hand and you smile.

“My hero…” you cup his cheek and feel the warmth radiating off of his face. He chuckles and looks down as you head to the counter where you previously placed all your ingredients to bake your cake.

“Oh please, need I remind you who you are?” He trails off and wraps his arms around your waist as he comes up behind you. “Wonder Woman…” you roll your eyes playfully and laugh.

“Please don’t call me that.” Clark recoils, eyebrows furrowed.

“What? It’s kind of hot.” He breaks apart from you and leans against the wall in front of you. “You know I find so many things about you attractive.” Your eyebrows furrow and you place a hand on your hip.

“Uh, I’d hope so.” You say in a sarcastic tone, he clicks his tongue.

“No, not like, your personality, or your eyes, but, how you’re slightly taller than me, you can beat me in a fight, you’re a warrior, I’m not, I’m just an alien.”

“Seriously? Clark, you know you’re not just an alien. Is this a get-back for me to say “need I remind you who you are… Superman?”” He laughs and shakes his head.

“No, no… but I mean I like how you say it.” He purses his lips and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“Wow… also, I’m not slightly taller than you, I am.” You correct him and shoot him a wink, and he replies with a harmless eye roll.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Truth hurts.” You say. “Want to help me with my cake?”

“No, you don’t even let me help. You do all the mixing and baking and you leave me to do the dishes.” You smile at him and shrug, but, as usual, he gives in. “What do you need?”

“Okay, first, put all the dry ingredients together, then, you’re going to grab one cup of water, one and a half a cup of vegetable oil, and 3 eggs.” Clark does as you say, he puts the dry ingredients together. “Then we mix the we—“ Clark grabs the electronic whisk and turns it on to full power, unexpectedly, which results in all the ingredients getting all over him. You gasp and begin to laugh.

“I think I did it wrong.”

“Clark!” You laugh. “Clark, I didn’t tell you to mix completely.”

“You told me to mix!”

“Yes, the wet ingredients with the dry ones!” You correct him.

“Then why didn’t you say, add the wet ingredients with the dry ones?!” He corrects you now and you stay silent.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You grab the cloth hanging from the oven handle and wipe away the ingredients from Clark’s body. You look up at him and smile. “You look cute though.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” He teases sarcastically, but then smiles, his dimples showing up quickly. His smile makes yours grow larger. He takes your chin between his fingers and leans in, taking the chance that the two of you are chest to chest.

The two of you lean in, and as you feel just the graze of Clark’s lips, you feel something cold and gooey running down your hair. You gasp in shock as you touch the substance on the crown of your head, you remove the crack of an egg and scoff.

The two of you lean in, and as you feel just the graze of Clark’s lips, you feel something cold and gooey running down your hair. You gasp in shock as you touch the substance on the crown of your head, you remove the crack of an egg and scoff.

“Are you serious?” Clark hums and laughs. “Clark you just wasted an egg, do you know how expensive eggs are nowadays?” He continues laughing and he shakes his head, hands resting against the counter.

“That wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t do that stunt yesterday.” You look back in your memories, trying to remember the fight yesterday, and then you chuckle.

“You’re still on that? It was just a joke.”

“It wasn’t to me.” You hold your gaze on him for far too long, losing yourself in his honest eyes.

Your lasso was wrapped around the roaring creature, keeping him restrained to prevent more chaos. You groan as the creature grows stronger, enough for you to lose your grip on your lasso, but you don’t.

Clark is using his heat vision to weaken the creature, but the creature sends a powerful blast that sends Clark’s body hurdling towards you, the blast and Clark clashing with your body made you both crash into the building in the distance from where you were fighting.

“Superman, Wonder Woman! Are you guys alright?! Talk to us.” Mr. Terrific speaks through comms, Clark rises, grabbing his side and groaning in pain.

“Yes, yes, we’re alright!” Mr. Terrific responds and Clark sits on the ground, catching his breath. “We’re alright, right?” Clark looks to his side, to where you should be, he sees you lying in a pile of rubble, stiff as the rocks surrounding you; unresponsive. “No…” he approaches your body and turns your head in his direction. “No, no…” he brings your limp body to his lap, holding you close, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Please.” His voice breaks slightly.

You smile and this catches Clark’s attention. Your mischievous laugh makes him scoff. You open your eyes and see his confused expression. You place your gloved hand on his cheek and smile. “You’re so cute when you worry.”

“You think that’s funny?” He shakes his head and you raise yourself, still in Clark’s arms.

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“Wow, you must’ve been your island’s top comedian huh? How many shows did you do over there?” You roll your eyes and click your tongue.

“Blah blah blah, not as much as you right now.”

“Oh so, I was making a show when I thought you died? Got it.” He huffs and you shake your head, cupping his cheeks once again.

You place your lips on him, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, it is short, gentle, but passionate. You pull away and rest your forehead together.

“I’m here, Kal.”

You take more of the egg running down your hair and spread it all over Clark’s hair, face, and shirt, he groans in annoyance. “Oh come on! My favorite shirt…” you look down at the shirt and furrow your eyebrows.

“Wow… a shirt with the Superman logo, never seen you wear something like that before.” Clark tilts his head, not approving of your sarcasm. He places his hand behind your waist and pulls you closer, now closer than ever.

You hum and place a hand behind his head, fingers twirling in his dark locks. Eyes closing, lips inching closer, a second away before making contact, and you hear the kitchen door open.

Before you know it, Clark is on the other side of the kitchen, reading a newspaper, and you’re adding the wet ingredients to what’s left of the dry ones. You look toward the door and see Guy. “Oh, hey Guy.” You smile innocently and he watches carefully between you and Clark.

“Oh, don’t mind us, just a little mishap.” You chuckle and Clark looks up from the newspaper. Guy stays silent and you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Hm.” He hums suspiciously. “Ring me when the cake is done.” He says before walking away.

“Sure thing!” You smile and let out a breath when the door closes.

“Y’know, we’re going to have to tell them one day, if they haven’t found out before that,” Clark says and you hum.

“Yes, of course.” You agree and the two of you continue talking.

A relationship between two heroes in the justice society is strictly forbidden, Michael made sure of that when he caught Clark making googly eyes at you when he first met you.

He also told you when he was first recruiting you for the Justice Society, but back then, it was just you, him, and Guy, Michael is an amazing guy, but you see him as a best friend, and as for Guy… he tries, but you would never, and Kendra didn’t join until 2 years after you.

“They are so clueless.” Kendra says between laughs and munching on her popcorn, they all laugh as they look at the footage from the camera that connects to the kitchen. They watch as you continue to mix the cake mix and Clark approaches you again.

“I’m gonna go wash this off…” Clark trails off. Michael’s face drops.

“Oh no, oh no, please don’t say it.” Michael cringes, not excited to hear what comes out of Clark’s mouth.

“Care to join?” He finishes and Michael groans, Kendra lets out a loud ‘ewwwww’ and Guy cringes.

“Is that an actual question?” You reply with a smirk and Kendra whines.

“Oh, girl…”

“Okay, turn it off, please, turn it off.” Michael begs and Guy turns it off.

“I don’t want that cake anymore.” Guy says and Kendra shakes her head.

[puck-luck]

hey andy, congrats on your one year :) i’d like to order a cappuccino with cold foam for jack hughes please! i’d love if you could write sexting or phone sex while he is recovering from surgery in michigan and his gf is in jersey! thank you <3

i did something new on this one! it's meant to be read like a text thread. jack's messages are in italics and the reader's are in bold AND italics. enjoy!!

You up?

ofc. how did the surgery go?

Good. I’m back at the hotel

what time is it there?

Almost 9.

what else did you do today?

Watched the boys play the Stars. Lukie had 2 assists

that’s so awesome!! i’m sorry you missed it j i know you wanted to be there

I don’t really want to think about it.

i get that. did you get room service again this time

Haha I did actually

My season’s over so I went crazy and got the Ranch Wagyu Burger

It was really good

omg that sounds yum

what did it have on it

Normal burger toppings with a chipotle aioli

jack that sounds sooo good

can you bring me one when you get back to jersey?

Idk if it travels well but I’ll try

Why are you up so late?

i was polishing up a report due tomorrow and lost track of time 

now you’re texting me soooo

You don’t have to stay up just for me

j. i missed you today. ofc i’m staying up to talk to you.

I’m sorry I have to be away for longer

I wish I was in NJ with you

it’s not your fault, babe. injuries happen. i want you to be healthy

i wish you were here too but i can wait

i’m excited to play nurse when you get back

That sounds nice

Should we get you an outfit?

Sexy nurse

i’m one step ahead of you

[image sent: sexy nurse outfit from amazon, complete with stockings and hat]

You’re kidding

Put it on

lmao ok j one sec

[image sent: a mirror picture of you, wearing the sexy nurse outfit. the dress is sheer enough that jack can see your white panties through it.]

Holy shit

You look fucking good baby

i thought you’d like it

Like it? Y/N I’m hard just looking at you

I’ll die if I see you wear that at home

noooo you can’t die on my watch

save that for luke’s shift

No way Luke is going to take care of me

Not when you look like that

[image sent: a mirror picture showing the back side of your outfit. you’re slightly bent over so jack can see your ass cheeks and panties.]

Baby…

need to take your blood pressure after that pic huh

Want you to sit on my cock wearing that

now that doesn’t feel very professional :(

That dress isn’t professional

Tit pic?

omg.

[image sent: you, kneeling in front of the full length mirror with your boobs on display, like you’re about to crawl towards him]

[minutes later] are you there?

Sorry

You look so good

Can’t type at the same time

I only have one hand

ohhh i get it

fucking your fist to your pretty nurse huh

imagining it’s my tits? or my cunt? which one do you want j

Both

tits first i think

you can come all over them and clean me up with your tongue while you fuck me

gonna pull your hair while you do it

i should probably ride you

i’ll come on your cock and clean you up with my mouth too

Yes I want that

i bet you do

lick all my cum off your cock and moan bc it tastes so good

should sit on your face and ride your tongue

Want you to finger yourself

now?

Yeah

whatever makes my patient feel better

[video sent: you, still kneeling in front of the mirror, licking your middle two fingers and trailing them down to your core. you pull your panties to the side and slip your fingers inside, whimpering audibly.]

Fuck

[video received: jack’s lower half, filmed from a different angle. his phone must be resting against the lamp on his bedside table. one of his arms is slinged, but the other is flying over his cock, hips jumping into the tight grip. a choked groan, then a shaky moan leaves him just before white strips spurt from his tip and drip down his knuckles. jack’s hand slows and he milks his length, rubbing the tip of his finger over his slit to clear it of any lingering cum. “Fuck,” he whispers, wiping his hand on the sheets before grabbing his phone and giving you a closeup of his softening cock, laying across his hips. you get a good view of his thighs and stomach, spotted with his delectable white seed.]

[outgoing facetime call with jack – 11:24pm]

[thebibliosphere]

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm one of those people who priates books. But only because I've bought so many books that disappointed me! I need to flip through a bit of it before buying.

Sometimes, if the author has kofi or patreon or something, I like to just give them the full price of the book. That way they get it all. But I also know that this isn't the perfect answer because it messes with stats and actual readership and therefore advertising and the platform they are selling on promoting it....

It's complicated. Maybe I should buy the book normally and tip the author what the publishers/printers/distributors take? But that can get really pricey fast. Ugh.

Books are often a luxury when you have no money. I’m very familiar with that. I've saved up for several months sometimes because I wanted a $5.99 ebook and didn't want to steal from the author. That’s just what being poor is. Wanting something doesn't entitle me to it.

That said, most books these days have a reading sample on purchasing sites so you can see if you like the style. Most sites also offer refunds, at least on digital books, before you reach a certain point. (please be sparing with refunds if you can. The refund is taken from the author/publisher, not Amazon. Same with audible. My audible funds are often close to zero or negative because people just return and reuse their monthly credit.)

You can also check and see if the books are available at your library, and if not, request them. Honestly, library sales are so, so, so good for authors. Libraries pay higher lending license rates to authors, and also, depending on the country, every time someone checks out my book via Libby or the local equivalent, I get a little tiny amount of money (we’re talking literal pennies, but it can add up), and it increases the library’s likelihood of re-purchasing the library lending license the following year.

You can alsp sign up to be an ARC (advanced reader copy) reader through places like NetGalley or by checking if the author offers ARCs as well. In a world of algorithms, books live and die by reviews. Some of us are quite happy to give out ARCs for new and upcoming titles.

Failing that and you have absolutely no other option... Yeah. Ko-fi or whatever is an option. Even if I wish they didn't do it because it fucks my sales metrics, I still appreciate when I get a little ding on ko-fi for the exact amount of the book. It's always telling. I even sometimes get little anon messages going “sorry for pirating your book it was really good.”

Like thank you. Please buy the next one properly, lol.

[married-to-google-translater]

Can I make an Invincible Request? (Since they are really popular rn). Childhood Friend (maybe neighbor) Romantic Yandere Mark x Reader.

It'd be cute if he doesn't keep a single secret from Darling. Minus his feelings of course. Like its easier to rush into battle to save the day than it is to possibly ruin the only constant relationship.

Omg omg omg this is so awesome ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I really love this request and I am super grateful because I don't get enough requests for invincible.

Thank you so much ❤️

Yandere Mark Grayson

You and Mark met each other at softball practice when you were kids.

The events that led to your friendship would not be the best :D

You accidentally hit Mark in the face with a softball during practice.

Oh, you were so sorry about that incident...

Because of this, you started spending a lot of time together and became friends.

You spent a lot of time with Mark and his family during your childhood/youth.

His feelings for you quickly flared up.

However, Mark was too shy to tell you because he didn't want to lose you.

He would be an overprotective "best friend" even before his superpowers.

Lol Mark would hate every partner you had but there was nothing he could do.

Would try to give them a death stare but fail...

He's too innocent to be scary.

When he got his powers he would be so hyped and you would definitely be the first person he would tell.

Even though this means he'll be busier now, Mark would still try to spend time with you.

He loved how understanding you were...

Another sign that maybe you should be more than just friends.

Mark would try to make up for lost time by getting you various surprises from all over the world.

You used to joke that Mark was your personal Amazon driver XD

Oh, he would also take you on flights with him sometimes.

He would also use his powers to "ensure your safety" :D

Read as stalking and intimidating potential partner candidates

And everything should have continued like this until something happened.

He probably would have confessed his feelings if you were in danger and he almost lost you.

Mark just couldn't hold it back anymore.

This would just be a reminder that your life was too short and fragile....

Hopefully you enjoy your new Yandere boyfriend :3

[scarfacemarston]

RDR LGBT History Reading List

I meant to post this earlier, but life happened, but at least it's before the end of pride month! Notes: Why are there so few books? Well, that's almost everything I could find. I researched two university libraries, my public library, and Amazon. People began writing about this subject in the 1990s. A lot of people are NOT receiving funding to write about these topics, so that's another reason. I'm sorry there aren't more accessible books, but this is likely all you'll find. These books are almost all MLM because historians believe that they are more prevalent in the archives and society. Notice how there is only one book about lesbians and it only has about 30 pages that pertain to RDR. That's it. The "Re-dressing" book contains some lesbian scholarship, but it's next to none. It's very disappointing. There are literally people who have written about how difficult it is to write about lesbians, but the fact that there is basically NOTHING really bothers me. I think some of it is sexism and some of it is laziness.

Love Stories: Sex between Men before Homosexuality by Jonathan Ned Katz

Amazon: Here Archive: Here

I actually own this book so that’s a good sign right there. Unfortunately, I can’t find the book so I had to rely on the previews. It starts off with pretty early history with Abraham Lincoln and his alleged lover. I really like this author’s writing style. It’s professionally written, but doesn’t talk above the reader. I would say he’s very approachable. I love how many quotes and other primary sources he included like the plethora of pictures, portraits and related media. I found the book to be a quick read and I think it’s a good start for beginning history readers.Yes, the book does cover the West and the different love stories that pertain to that era, so yes, it will fit Vandermatthews and later Charthur or similar ships.

2. Loving: A Photographic History of Men in Love 1850s-1950s by Hugh Nini and Neal Treadwell

Amazon: Here. Archive: Sorry, not uploaded here yet. Might have to sail the seven seas for this.

This is a newer book and newer books aren’t usually uploaded to archive.org yet. This is definitely a book I would get at the library, unless you like “coffee table books” and conversation pieces. The book itself is lovely from what I can tell and it’s obvious how passionate the authors are and the diligent work they did to produce the book. As a historian, I’ve only had a taste of how terribly difficult archival work. I’ve worked with archives for six years. It’s HARD work, especially having to find hidden histories like this. It’s a lot of luck. So the book itself is amazing in what it contains, but  you wouldn’t know that by the preface. Skip it. It’s the most pretentious thing I’ve ever read. Of course, this will scratch the Vandermatthews itch and it does contain later history that would relate to John, Arthur, etc. But overall, definitely a book worth checking out at the library/or other archives. 3. Queer Cowboys: And Other Erotic Male Friendships in Nineteenth-Century American Literature by C. Packard.

Amazon: Here. Archive: Here.

This book is difficult to review because the previews are so short. Just about 7 pages for one link and 12 for the other. I wasn’t able to check out the book either so my review is kind of worthless here. From what I can tell, this is a good book and that many people seem to enjoy it.From what I can tell, it covers a wide berth of history and the “West”. It seems to be one of the “Must reads” in the history field, but to be fair, we also don’t have many LGBT+ “Old West” books in the field. From what I read of the previews, they write in an easy fashion and I liked the pictures that were included in the GoogleBooks preview. The author also stresses the importance of including Native American, African American and Mexican voices. This is the first book that has been so blunt about inclusivity, so I consider that a big win. I’d say the book is worth checking out.

4. Re-Dressing America's Frontier Past by Peter G. Boag

Amazon: Here. Archive: Here. Sadly, it needs a university/college/high school library connection.

This is a really good book. I included it because of Sadie Adler, but some could use it for Charles Chaterney. This is very inclusive for transgender people and nonbinary, but it also covers Cis women who feel that it is most convenient or enjoy dressing up as men. However, there is the element of the stereotypical “Who plays the man in the relationship” dynamic instead of talking about how these relationships can be a step towards equality. However, at the same time, the male identity was important to some people so it makes sense in a way in order to “legitimize” the identity for the person who is cross dressing or trans. It’s entirely possible that my idea of equality is just too new of a concept, though. (At least, in terms of white society.) The book is extremely easy to follow and has so many primary sources. I loved reading so many of the quotes from the individuals themselves instead of just from those around them. There are also tons of pictures, ads, newspapers, and other ephemera. Highly recommend this book. 

5. Frontier Comrades: From the Fur Trade to the Ford Car by Jim Wilke.

Amazon. Here. No archive. This book hasn’t been released yet, but I have high hopes for it, especially given the diversity of the case studies. This is one of the few books that seems to feature lesbians of different background, but I’m also intrigued by the differences in case studies featuring men.

6. Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in Twentieth-Century America by Lilian Faderman

Amazon: Here. Archive: Here.

I used this book for my LGBT history for Marvel list. I own this book. Lillian Fadermen is literally the premiere historian of lesbian history. Like, there may be only ONE other historian that rivals her. If you want lesbian history, especially inclusive to transgender women, this is where you go. Don’t let the age of the book fool you. This book is actually on two of my LGBT lists because of the span it covers. This book covers everything, I swear. With all that said, her writing can be a bit dry. Some parts of the book were a bit of a slog, but she does use a lot of primary resources and that livens it up a bit. Her book’s later chapters definitely has diversity in it, especially covering Harlem.However, for Sadie and Abigail (and co) I would recommend chapter 1 for Boston Marriages, even though they focus more on Upper class women, and chapter 2 gives more of a view of “Everyday women” in this time period. Interestingly, they included sex workers.

[3liza]

i know ive done hundreds of hours of either actual protesting or doing equipment and training prep for protesting and then another hundred hours of research about riot weapon mitigation and maybe someone remembers and was expecting me to Post about it again but i just cant do a big posting marathon about it this time im sorry.

so heres the short version of what i have learned through personally being chemically attacked multiple times in multiple protests, and doing hundreds of hours of research in medical literature.. take it or leave it.

probably the single most important thing i can tell you is wear some kind of head protection (a head injury is the #1 way people get seriously hurt and killed at protests. i dont care if it looks dumb, wear a helmet).

one thing about chemical weapons is they are all different and sometimes you can make shit worse for one chemical by treating another. at the riot you wont know for sure what youve been exposed to because police use mixed products specifically to make treatment harder.

the best riot weapon treatment is to avoid being sprayed, gassed or shot in the first place. wear a helmet. wear protective clothing and if you have it, armor. buy a respirator or gas mask with an unused nato nbc filter, and do not use milk for tear gas or chemical treatment in your eyes. water is not really effective for a lot of exposures either but wont injure you, it will however often cause additional pain because riot weapons are often in oil based carriers and wont wash off with water and are designed to activate when they come into contact with it. ie, the water will make it hurt more until it wear off/evaporates.

^^^^ this thing should b e standard issue protest equipment for all street medics and i dont know why they arent except that people just dont know they exist. i want these to be the new meta. fill them with clean water or preferably saline (contact solution) before going in. the cup goes over your eyeball and then you squeeze and your eyeball gets sprayed off, which is the procedure that is hardest to accomplish in the middle of a protest because tear gas makes you clench your eyes closed involuntarily. a good street medic will basically restraint you like a dog at the vet and pry your eyelids open to rinse your eyes. this is a lot easier to accompkish with the proper equipment

you should be carrying sterile saline or lactated ringer for chemical weapon flushing, and you should get an eyewash bottle from a medical or industrial supply. or amazon. if you cant buy lactated ringer then those big bottles of contact solution with the little spray tips are also good because you can use the water pressure to spray chemical particulate off the affected surface while rinsing. sudecon and other chemical weapon ntreatment wipes also work somewhat but last time i looked into it years ago, it was very hard to source and purchase, expensive, and had limited efficacy

i did all the research on this and this was the conclusion of many papers and many military and police tests that i read.

additionally, rinsing your eyes with the lactated ringer BEFORE being contacted by riot weapons worked better in one trial than trying to treat exposure afterwards. no one tested this but i suspect that generously applying Visine to your eyes, mouth, and nostrils before getting gassed or sprayed would have a very similar mitigating effect

for skin surface treatment in the field, a 50/50 mixture of water and liquid antacid (referred to as LAW) is effective for some agents and wont hurt for the others. unfortunately the majority of chemical agents have to evaporate off you to stop hurting. all the serious, EMT-trained and experienced street medics i know carry and use LAW. i have used it on patients and on myself and i think it's more effective than water.

this web page concentrates a lot of the information and challenges about this stuff into a short amount of reading. i dont know anything about the site or the owners but the information on just this page agrees with what i found in my own research.

people will argue with me about this because theres a shitload of "folk wisdom" about protesting like the onion thing etc and most of it is straight bullshit that has been reinforced through superstition. since riot weapons wear off after a period of time, a lot of people will put stupid shit on their burns and then claim it "works" when the pain inevitably stops after X minutes. stick to saline and water if you dont know what youre doing, then wash your skin with dish soap when you get home and isolate your poisoned clothes immediately. using a clean oil and then soaping it off in a shower can help too but ONLY if you are removing the oil completely (dish soap again). oil is not a good field treatment and will make things worse if you apply it without soaping it off.

also for reasons probably related to nicotinic receptors, smoking a cigarette after tear gas inhalation helps with acute recovery. i dont know why, and it probably is obnly going to work for people who have smoking experience. there's no research about this, its purely personal observation

dehydration will make you sick and crazy and stupid faster than you think it will, so will low blood sugar. bring candy bars and water and salt to eat during the protest. bring extra to give to people.

as always, if someone is exhibiting asthma or anaphylaxis symptoms they need actual medical attention asap

reblogs off because i dont want to deal with the inevitable panic-based arguments this information always triggers

[i-am-a-chubby-girl]

Y/N was always confident, she didn't care what others said about her because she promised she would never be put down by anyone again, but sometimes she cares, she cares too much and today is one of those times. On Amazon Lily, an island ruled by strong and proud women, Y/N finds herself surrounded by everything she feels she is not. Then her self-esteem, already weakened by the scars of slavery, begins to crumble, when she realizes that there was someone much better for her boyfriend than her. Consumed by insecurities that refuse to be silenced, Y/N faces herself.

So, I wanted to write something for JJK's Toji, but then this idea stuck in my head and I had to write it, and it ended up being huge. Sorry about that, it's over 10k! Anyway, this one-shot is part of a longfic of mine. Do I have anything written about it besides this one? Yes and no. Have I written it on my computer? No. Do I have it all ready in my head? Yes! Well, English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes! That said, I hope you enjoy it and have a good read!

Title: Insecure, insecure! Words: 12,489 I wrote this while listening to: House With No Mirrors by Sasha Sloan, because this song reminds me of insecurity, I don't know!

WARNINGS: Mention of blood, torture and rape, that last part is implied, you have been warned!

THE SUN SHONE BRIGHTLY in the Calm Belt sky, you and your crew ran from one side to the other preparing to dock, you had been on the Sunny for a whole month, no island in sight, all the food stocked had run out, obviously, and the only interesting things to do were fishing and training, but you didn't really like the latter because you were always paired with Zoro and he never took it easy. You took a breath as you stared at the outline of Amazon Lily starting to appear on the horizon, you had never been there before, all you knew about it came from the little you managed to read in the rare books you managed to get your hands on and from the conversations you overheard during your time with the Celestial Dragons.

The island was inhabited by the people of Kuja, all of them women, the entry of men was strictly forbidden, but you didn't know why. — Land! — You watched as your captain passed by you in what must have been a Gomu Gomu Rocket and sat in his usual place at the head of the Sunny. The laugh escapes you without you realizing it, of course only your captain would be able to get free passage to stay on the island of women whenever he wanted, even if he was a man. Your cheeks heat up as you observe the silhouette of your captain who had become your boyfriend two months ago.

It had only been six months since you were no longer a slave, one hundred and eighty-three days of freedom compared to fifteen years of slavery, sometimes being like this still seems like a dream, you fear opening your eyes and realizing that you are still with the Celestial Dragons and that all of this was nothing more than a dream, a delirium. You owe a lot to the Straw Hats, even more to their captain, if it weren't for Luffy showing you a small glimpse of what it was to be free, of what freedom was, you wouldn't be here.

You stare at your arms, the bandages prevent anyone from seeing the scars on them, but it doesn't stop you from seeing them because you can still feel each one of them, burning against your skin as if they were still open and bleeding, you squeeze your forearm until a small red dot appears staining the bandages, it's nothing bigger than a mosquito bite, but you stare at it and feel something bitter run down your throat. Ah, what precious blood! You can still hear your former master's voice next to your ear. That's it, give me the best rubies, my little girl, you can feel his phantom touches on your arms and legs, squeezing every little fold of your body while he pulls liters and liters of blood from you.

Sick, you think, blood never had any value to you, not when your own blood betrayed you and slaves were less than shit to their owners, but your blood had so much value that it was disgusting, disgusting, repulsive, it was only worse than your tears, they are small and beautiful precious diamonds, your master said with pleasure. — Y/N! — You are forcefully pulled out of your spiral by someone calling your name and then you startle when a pair of hands wrap around your waist, the image of your former master burns in your eyes, but soon that image fades as you are hoisted into the air and pulled into your boyfriend's arms.

— We're almost there, Y/N! — Luffy says excitedly as always, in the distance you can hear Sanji complaining about the way your captain clings to you, sometimes you almost forget that you didn't tell them about your relationship with the rubber man, although you are sure that Robin and Zoro, of all people, already knew about it. You're not hiding your relationship from others because you don't trust them, on the contrary, the truth is that you just... can't understand it! This warm feeling that swells in your chest whenever you're with your boyfriend and crew is something so new and scary, you've never been loved before, your own parents sold you when you were four years old because of that damn Devil Fruit, and everything you loved was broken, destroyed, killed right in front of you, that was your life.

Sometimes, you always regret thinking like this but you can't help it, you wish your former master was here beating you and cursing you for no reason, using you as an object of pleasure and extra income because you know this pain, you're used to it, you know what to expect from it and so you have some kind of control, but I think that lack of control is something that comes with being free, you know? Being free to lose control, to feed a spark of chaos, it's strange how not even losing control was allowed for you, you were always controlled and forced, but not this time.

You let yourself fall against your boyfriend's chest and stare at the outline of the island of women growing on the horizon, your depressive thoughts are still floating through your head, now, you are not always like this, in these last months you have spent all your energy getting to know things in the world that you have never seen, meeting people and learning words that that you never thought you could use, you didn't have time for these thoughts to reach you, not when a new world was opening before your eyes, but you've been stuck on a ship for a month, you're no stranger to having nothing to do, when your master didn't need you, you entertained yourself, the problem is that the entertainment of those who have and can't do anything are their thoughts and your thoughts are bad, in the silence and in the moments when the chaos of the Straw Hats calms down you think, you remember the things you never wanted to think about again. Sighing you look ahead while hoping that on that island you can forget all of this, that that place will take you away from the hell trapped in your head.

You were furious, all you wanted was to help the others dock on the island, get down the few things they had that would stay on the island and help Chopper, Sanji and Frank in their search for supplies for their food, medical care and ship, but that damn cook stopped you the moment you were going to grab the first box saying that a sweet, beautiful little creature like you couldn't hurt your precious hands with that kind of thing, as if your hands were anything but calloused, you were ready to tell him that you literally turned your hand into diamond the other day, but your damn boyfriend appeared out of nowhere in some more of his Gomu Gomu Rocket and curled up on you under Sanji's furious gaze and said that you should explore the island since it was your first time there and then you looked into those bright, happy eyes and then at that sunny smile and... gave in.

The truth is that you're not angry with the blond, you know he didn't mean any harm, it's just the way he is, you're angry with yourself for not being able to leave your old slave habits behind, you always had to be helping or doing something, the truth is that you're afraid that they'll get tired of you and hand you over to another Celestial Dragon like your parents did because you're not worth the effort so you try to please.

Amazon Lily was greener and more floral than you thought, being an island only for women you thought it would be more focused on Victorian aesthetics or something like the houses of the women you've served, but it's a well-designed, practical and beautiful place. For the first time there's no one looking at you, in fact all eyes are on your male companions, after all men are a rarity there, it's strange to be so normal, they're not even looking at your bandages or anything like that, but maybe it's because among the women there are snakes of all kinds and women of all kinds.

You see something out of the corner of your eye and then crouch down to take a closer look, it was a red mushroom with yellow dots. You observe it for a while and decide to poke it a little, the truth was that your master would leave you without food if you were naughty, which was actually an excuse to torture you and keep you tied to him, sometimes you had to find something to eat when the pain of hunger was too intense, you always resorted to easier things: mushrooms, not that they were safe, you've gotten sick and almost died several times because of them, but it became second nature to you and that's why you're so interested in this mushroom in question, you've never seen it before and you wonder if you could eat it or if it was poisonous, well, without Chopper or Sanji around there's only one way to find out.

Your hands were about to pull it out when a loud voice surprises you. — Hi! — You turn around with your heart beating like crazy in your chest, standing behind you with a frighteningly big smile is a huge woman, she has wavy green hair and a head strangely disproportionate to her body and wears clothes of the kind that would make Sanji melt, not that that wasn't normal on that island, but what catches your attention is the huge black panther standing behind her. — Hm... hi. — You answer a little uncertainly, unfortunately six months weren't enough to improve your social behavior. — I don't know what you're doing, but that mushroom is poisonous so I wouldn't play with it if I were you. — The stranger warns you, still keeping her smile on her face.

— Thank you for warning me. — You say as you look at the mushroom in disappointment, oh, why are mushrooms always poisonous? — I'm Boa Sandersonia, I saw you leaving the Straw Hats' ship earlier… Are you a new crew member, a kidnapping or a poor girl who was saved on the way here? — Sandersonia asks you, her eyes are still huge and wide but they seem less kind now. — I'm... a new crew member. — You hesitate a little because in the end you're a poor girl rescued by them. — Y/N, nice to meet you.

Your outstretched hand is almost crushed by Sandersonia's handshake. — It's my pleasure, how long have you been with them, Y/N? — Has this turned into an interrogation now? — Half a year ago, I would say. — Sandersonia continues to hold your hand and continues with her questions. — Are you close to any of them? Like your captain or that weird cook? — Now, who did she think she  was to call Sanji that way? Yes, he was weird, but that could only be taken as a compliment and preferably by people from the crew. Tired, you forcefully release yourself from the green-haired girl's grip. — I'm close to everyone on that ship, because we're a crew, do you want to know anything else?

You were harsher than you intended, but something in that interaction was bothering you and you didn't know what it was. — Calm down, girl, I came in peace! Do you think I'm done here? I hope you like it here, after all, you're one of the precious members of the esteemed and precious Luffy that my sister loves so much! — With that, she moves away from you in the same way she appeared, out of nowhere. You even try to think about her words, you know very well who her sister is, you've seen her from afar once when she came to help you the other day, but before you could continue thinking about it, Nami called you, looking desperate.

— Y/N, I need your help! — The navigator threw herself on top of you while grabbing your arms, her grip almost took you back to the Extraction Chair where they tied you to it with thick leather straps and stuck a bunch of needles into your skin in search of your blood, it was annoying, hot and very, very painful. — What's wrong, Nami? — You ask, you had barely set foot on the island and something had already gone wrong? — Help me get this on the ship! — She says pointing to the side.

Your eyes follow her raised finger and find a pile of money piled up, you can see Robin sitting on a beach chair under the shade of some trees while her duplicate arms carried several bags of money to the ship, oh, now everything made more sense. — You can count on me, Nami! — The truth was that you were dying to be distracted, even more so after the conversation with the second sister Boa.

You are distracted, feeling your muscles burn because of the repetitive movement of bending down, picking up a handful of gold, getting up, climbing the ramp, putting the gold in Nami's room and repeating. You stop on the deck of the Sunny to breathe and feel the fresh breeze of Amazon Lily on your skin as you let your eyes wander over the landscape and that's when you see them, Hancock and Luffy. The two are talking, or rather, the woman is talking, holding her blushing cheeks while your captain seems more interested in devouring the monstrous piece of meat he found somewhere, nothing special.

And that's it, a simple image that you saw the first time you met the Empress of Amazon Lily, you are not a weak person and if you thought that while reading my previous words I apologize, the truth is that even with your depressive thoughts you are not weak, you were sold at the age of four after eating the Kobu-Kobu no Mi, the mineral fruit that allows you to create any mineral and control them, your idiot parents didn't even think about the fortune that you would bring to them with your powers when they sold you, but that doesn't matter now, what matters is that you've heard about your appearance, about your intelligence and your ways and in the past you had to accept everything silently, but that was before you were saved by your crew, in your days of freedom you swore that you would never feel that way again, never again feel like a simple object, but unfortunately, you are still human, different from what your former master always tried to make you believe.

You can still feel fear, anxiety and insecure, it doesn't happen as often, but it still happens, sometimes it's a quick thought in the dead of night, sometimes days debating it mentally, and this time Sandersonia's words invade your mind in one of those moments. Dear and precious Luffy that my sister adores so much, you can't help but notice Boa Hancock's slender and tall figure, she's wearing a red dress almost as beautiful as the rubies you made for your master, her breasts are raised and perky like ridiculous melons, they're bigger than Nami's and Robin's, combined! You look at those eyes that look like shiny onyx stones, her skin is velvety and pale like the inside of a peach, her straight, soft and silky hair and long, thin legs, she certainly doesn't have to worry about whether something looks good on her because that's not a problem for her, because nothing can look bad on women like Boa Hancock.

The image of her next to Luffy, your boyfriend, seems perfect, they would make such a beautiful and powerful couple, the Pirate Empress and the Pirate King, doesn't it sound amazing? Why is your captain wasting his time with you when he has someone like her chasing after him? Hancock is a sight for sore eyes, she can stuff him with food and help him become the Pirate King and as for you? What can you do? Some ridiculous rubies and diamonds that only looked good when your master took them from you by force, having nightmares even when you're awake, you don't even know what love is, damn it! Why is he still with you? You go down the ramp and go back to carrying the bags of money, at that moment you are sure that Luffy would come today and end your two-month relationship because he has the Empress of Amazon Lily with him, what can you offer him that Boa Hancock can't do better?

Night has fallen and your thoughts remain firm and strong, not even the banquet in celebration of your visit can take you out of it, in fact it is just another reminder of what Hancock can do that you can't even dream of copying. From your corner you watch as Nami dances happily with the other women on the island with her cheeks flushed as she celebrates all the gold she got today. Robin continues to relax sitting in a velvet chair while reading her book and calmly drinking an expensive-looking wine, keeping her usual enigmatic smile on her face. No matter how hard you try, you can never guess what that woman is thinking, but you are sure that she knows everything that goes through your head, judging by the fact that she is always the first one to appear at your bedroom door with a glass of water when you wake up from one of your many nightmares.

Jinbe is sitting watching everything with his usual stoic posture, but you have learned to observe in your years of slavery, so you know that he is calm and relaxed. Sanji is melting with all the touches that these almost half-naked women are giving him, after all Sanji is a handsome and daring boy and the people of Kuja do not see many men, the cook is probably in heaven with all this attention. Brook had somehow managed to get into the band and command the show singing with his unique voice and using his own songs. Frank was somewhere getting tips on ship repairs and maintenance while Usopp, Chopper and Luffy, who was holding a piece of meat in his mouth and two others in his hands danced around the fireplace happily and Zoro… Zoro was lost somewhere… again.

You wanted to have fun, you were never invited to parties, you were always the one who prepared everything and served the others, that is when you weren't lying somewhere after having almost all your blood drained, but the moment you thought about joining the festivities you saw the root of your current problems waltzing up to your boyfriend with your perfect pair of legs. Boa Hancock brightens up when she starts talking to her captain who continues dancing almost oblivious to her. At that moment those thoughts come back. Why is he wasting his time with you? Look at her! She's perfect and so beautiful, she must get everything she wants, do you think she also has scars? Does she have an ugly mark like yours on her back? Oh, who are you kidding? Even if she had one, it would look perfect on her like anything else.

Shaking your head to get rid of those thoughts, your eyes scan around looking for something to entertain you. You find Zoro who is... drinking an entire barrel of booze down his throat as if it were nothing? You decide to let it go and approach him. Company always kept most of your bad thoughts at bay. — What's up, Zoro? — You greet him, trying to sound as cheerful as ever. If he noticed anything, he doesn't comment. He just mumbles a greeting, very concerned about grabbing another barrel of beer and drinking it whole as if it were nothing. Your crew was strange, but the Monster Trio stands out like a sore thumb.

You stand next to each other in silence, enjoying the calm, in your case, and the drink, in Zoro's case. After what seemed like an eternity, the swordsman finally says something. — Shouldn't you be having fun with the other idiots? — He asks, yawning at the end and putting his fifth empty barrel of beer aside. Was this the limit? — Yeah… — You answer feeling nervous and your body betrays you when your eyes turn to the root of your problems, your heart tightens when you see how Boa Hancock looked better with your own boyfriend than you, the drink you were carrying burns against your palm in a clear sign that you are not feeling comfortable in your own skin. — I even wanted to, but I lost the will, you know?

The green-haired man just stares at you with his only eye in a clear sign that he knows you are lying, but he doesn't say anything, sometimes he is so similar to Robin that it scares you. — Zoro, what do you do when you don't feel like you are enough? — You don't even realize you said something, you only realize when the man next to you responds after giving you another look. — Like with the swords and stuff? — You end up nodding, still shocked for speaking without thinking. — I train more. — He says with the same seriousness that a doctor says something has no cure.

— What if you find someone better than you? — You ask again and have to control yourself to not look at the captain couple again. — I'll train more. — He answers without hesitation. — What if they're still better than you? — This time you look at the swordsman with determination. — I'll train more. — You have to hold yourself back from yelling, that guy could be so frustrating sometimes. — What if they use their swords better than you?

— I'll train more. — Zoro repeats the same answer as he opens another barrel, apparently five wasn't the limit. — Okay, but what if the problem is that you don't think you're good enough? — You finally ask and feel your cheeks blush when the swordsman stops opening his drink and looks at you, seemingly disinterested. — I'll train more, but I'm thinking this has nothing to do with swords. — He says, finally putting his drink aside and looking at you straight on. At that moment, you had his full attention and it was kind of... unnerving? — What exactly is all this about? — And he continues as direct as ever.

— I don't really know. — You start. — Sometimes I feel alone... very small, as if the whole world could swallow me or something, I'm not very good at this thing of recognizing feelings yet. — Zoro leans against the wall and crosses his arms, looking straight ahead. — Does this have to do with your past or is it something else?

— A little of both. — You mumble and can't help but look at Hancock and your boyfriend again, but when have you had control over something, right? The swordsman follows your gaze this time and snorts when he realizes what's happening. For someone everyone calls an airhead, he's quite shrewd. — If that's your problem, you should talk to Nami, I'm useless at this kind of thing.

— First: don't belittle yourself like that and second: I don't want to distract her from the party because of my insecurities... and third: I don't think I have the money to pay you for this. — You answer, leaning against the wall next to him. — You have all the points, but you also know that you'll have to talk about this with someone who really understands it sooner or later, I'd tell you to talk to Robin, but I don't think anything would come of it. — He says before yawning again, looking sleepy.

Guys, since when did Zoro of all people become so wise? Or has he always been like this in his own way? The Monster Trio always ends up surprising you in the end. — I know, but... I don't know how to do this. — You vent, ready to tell him part of your thoughts. — I don't know anything outside of slavery, that was all I was until a few months ago, I'm fucked. I can't understand my feelings, I can't express them properly, I'm still afraid of being hit for talking too much... for caring too much.

At that moment you forgot you were talking to him. — Some days were easier than others, you know? When he just beat me and forced me to sleep with him, I could handle that, the problem was when he wanted diamonds and rubies, no matter how many I created for him, he would always say I lacked originality... feeling. I'm a patchwork quilt with more mental problems than fish in the sea, I don't know how to live in a group, I don't know how to be free, can I really do and say whatever I want without being punished for it? Is there really a life free from shackles? Sometimes I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop, the moment when all of you will realize that I'm more trouble than I'm worth and will hand me over to the first Celestial Dragon you see and then I...

You turn around ready to look at the swordsman, but then he hits you with a strong flick in the middle of your forehead, interrupting you. — What the fuck! — You hiss, rubbing the area you were hit with, but it doesn't do much good. You've seen that guy knock down giants and he didn't even measure his strength when he hit you. — Why did you do that? — You whine, you thought you were safe with him. — Because you're being stupid. — He answers simply and it kind of hurts coming from him. — Everyone on that ship likes you, Nami is willing to charge you less and she doesn't even give you interest! There's no way we can give you back, never! — He says, turning around and looking at you. The truth is that he's in front of you while you're between him and the wall behind you. When did you get into this position?

You blink, absorbing his words and then your cheeks burn and a smile forms on your lips and there was that warm feeling swelling your chest... that actually felt good. — Oh, my brave swordsman likes me now? — You say, unable to help but tease him a little. — Don't force it. — He says and looks away from you, but that doesn't stop you from seeing his cheeks blush, you throw yourself at him and hug him tightly. — Don't be mean, you know I like you more than Sanji! — Strange how this crew had the gift of making his bad thoughts disappear. — I'm telling him that! — He says looking angry, but he still returns the hug. — Don't ruin the moment, you annoying bastard! — You complain playfully before sticking your tongue out at him, you hug for a while and before separating you thank him. — Thank you!

— For what? — He says once you're no longer together. — For listening, you're very good at it, better than Nami I dare say.  —  Zoro clicks his tongue. — Cheaper, you mean, small threat! — Your nickname slips through his lips. — It was nothing. — He ends up messing up your hair, this time you don't even fight with him for messing up your hair.

— Y/N! — Someone shouts your name and you don't have time to do anything before you're wrapped in your captain's elastic arms, he really likes doing that to you. — What's wrong, Luffy? — You ask, looking at your captain's laughing form clinging to you. — Nothing, I just wanted to hug you! — He says with his usual wide smile, you feel your cheeks flush and let out a nervous laugh and everything gets worse when Zoro snorts a laugh beside you and rolls his eyes. — Jealous. — The swordsman grumbles as he goes back to the sixth forgotten barrel of booze. Out of the corner of your eye you can see how Boa Hancock looks furious because she was ignored by the love of her life while Sandersonia just watches you with a placid face that at the same time seemed empty, but you don't focus much on that and instead on the temperature of your boyfriend's body wrapped around yours.

The time for the banquet finally arrived, everyone was eating and chatting happily, except for you who was sad because you were sitting next to Sandersonia and Marigold who, unlike her older sisters, seemed too serious and reserved. You wanted to talk more with Zoro, tell him how you still feel your scars vibrating on your skin, how sometimes it feels like you have too much blood in your body and it burns and you just want to get it out of you, but he is far from you next to Sanji, at least there is something good in that. Luffy is sitting in front of you, but unfortunately Boa Hancock is in the seat next to him.

You sigh knowing that this will be a dinner where all you have to keep you company will be your thoughts. You are distractedly stirring the food with your fork when you notice Luffy's outstretched arms going back and forth across the table, you also notice how he leaves some pieces of meat and other dishes on your plate. One of the first things you learned about Luffy is that he loves to eat and like your boyfriend, he loves to give you everything he finds tasty, it was his way of saying he likes you, you smile at that and that's when you notice the strange silence that covers the table, what happened?

You take your eyes off your plate and look up and realize that everyone is looking at you as if you had become a sea monster, in fact they are looking at you, your plate and your captain, and that's when you realize. You hadn't told anyone about your relationship and usually when you are on the Sunny everyone's food is kind of the same except for the women's so it was always you who gave Luffy some of your meal, but now the opposite is happening, Monkey D. Luffy, the food lover, is giving you food before he eats and no one but you, Zoro, Robin and Luffy know why, not that the latter really cares. You try to think of something to end this tense atmosphere, but then your boyfriend with bad timing shoves a piece of meat into your mouth with more force than he should. — Y/N, you have to try this! — He says happily with a mouthful of meat while you struggle to swallow and even choke a little, but manage to swallow in the end. — Luffy, how many times have I asked you to be more careful? Not everyone can stretch like you! — You scold him.

— But I wanted you to taste it! — He says staring at you with a pout like a kicked puppy and you sigh in defeat. — Okay, just be more careful next time. — The mention that this could happen again, the fact that the Straw Hat captain shared the food with you, not the part about you choking, snaps Hancock out of her frozen state. — I didn't know my Luffy was so attentive to his crew members! — Your voice sounds soft and sweet like sugar syrup along with your smile that is just a show of teeth, but your eyes are cold and sharp.

— It's because Y/N is my girlfriend! — Your captain answers as if commenting on the mood before stuffing an entire thigh of something in his mouth and pulling the completely clean bone out of there just a second later, your cheeks exploding red at the way your relationship was exposed, — Luffy, we promised this would stay between us for now! — You whine. — Oops! — Your boyfriend says with his cheeks full of meat while not looking the least bit sorry. Everyone around the table screamed in surprise except for you, your captain, Zoro and Robin who already knew this obvious fact. — Are you two dating? — Nami screams in shock along with a heartbroken-eyed Sanji, he can't believe that a little thing as cute as you is with his captain. — Yes, it's been about two months now. — You say shyly as you look at your plate.

— Wasn't that obvious? — Zoro asks in his usual simple tone as he drinks more beer. — It wasn't obvious at all, you shitty marimo! — Sanji screams with sharp teeth and burning eyes at the swordsman who ignores him while Nami looks pale for not having noticed something that Zoro, of all people, had noticed. — My love! — Boa Hancock says finally recovering from the imaginary stab that hit her chest hard. — Why are you dating that? — She says with venom dripping from the corner of her mouth like the snake she is. — I'm better than her, I can fill you with food, money and help you become the Pirate King, so why her and not me?

Your body tenses at her words, and only Robin and Zoro seem to notice it, the Pirate Empress asked the question you wanted to ask for so long. — Because I like her! — Luffy answers simply again and it's as if another stab hits Hancock's chest who falls back theatrically with a hand over her forehead and a jet of blood escapes from her mouth, Nami explodes in her place, stands up, slamming her hands on the table and growls at her captain. — Don't say that, you idiot! You like meat, not people, you imbecile!

At that the captain's face frowns in confusion and he tilts his head to the side. — But I like Y/N! — The navigator foams at the mouth in anger, but before she opens her mouth again Nico Robin finally speaks for the first time since they arrived on that island. — What our dear navigator meant, captain, is that you usually use “like” for things and even friends, but for boyfriends you should use “love”! — The archaeologist blinks her eyes as a sweet smile spreads across her face.

Then something happens that shocks everyone at the table and stabs another knife deep into the heart of the captain of the Kuja Pirates, the always happy and idiotic face of Monkey D. Luffy blushes, but he blushes so hard that his cheeks turn the color of his shirt. — I-I know that! — He says a little too loudly as he looks away to the side with a pout on his red face. — But whenever I think about using that word with “L” with Y/N ​​my stomach feels weird as if it were sick and I don't like that!

Now it's your turn to have your cheeks blushed, you've been doing that a lot this one day, seeing your boyfriend blushing and saying that kind of thing is too much for your heart unprepared for emotions. — But, captain, don't you think Ms. Y/N deserves to hear that word coming from you? — Robin says with a toothy smile and you want to strangle her, is there no way this woman doesn't realize that her heart could explode at any moment? — Y/N! — A voice suddenly calls you, you turn around and come face to face with your boyfriend's face very close to yours, he stretched his neck over the table so he could look at you closely. — I love you! — He says keeping that radiant smile on his face and in that moment your heart forgot how to beat and every part of you shorted out. — You're going to be my queen! — Luffy adds laughing.

— Luffy! — You hiss like a kettle as your face heats up so much that smoke comes out of it, that's it, he broke you. The moment is broken when Boa Hancock finally recovers from the stabs that this banquet stuck in her chest, she has tears starting to form in her eyes as she turns and runs away, Salome, her huge white pet snake follows her, her sisters who were by her side stand up with great strength and speed, the joint movement of the two is so powerful that it knocks over some objects on the table, including your wine glass that falls right on your chest and you freeze.

It's strange how wine, of all things, can remind you of blood, even more so when its dark shade of red spreads across your shirt and it's like you're back in the Extraction Chair, you feel the boiling needles entering your veins and how it hurts, unfortunately this was the only way to stop your blood from hardening outside your body, you try to free yourself but the restraints on your wrists and ankles are so tight that it would be easier to break your bones than to free yourself, tears sting your vision, but it doesn't take long for them to cool and harden into small pieces of diamonds that are quickly collected and stored, you hate every second of it, you hate yourself for eating that damn fruit in a desperate haze of hunger, you want to die, you want to kill them, but you know you'll never be able to do it because you're useless.

A tap on your shoulder is what forcefully pulls you out of your thoughts, you look at the figure of Sandersonia that looks at you as if she had seen a ghost and it is obvious that the other one realizes that you are not well, after all you are pale and sweating cold. — Your blouse was stained, I am sorry about that. — The gorgon sister says and seems really sorry, you swallow hard and hide your hands under the table, you dig your nails into the palm of your hand until blood flows from the cuts, it doesn't last long when a second later a ruby ​​crust forms on them, but the pain manages to bring you back completely. You give a shaky smile. — It's okay, I'll just change it!

— Not at all, that was my fault, so how about I get you some native clothes and show you a little of Kuja's hospitality? — Sandersonia says and the smile she gives you this time seems sincere, different from the almost apathetic look she gave you at dinner before. — I-it's okay. — You stutter a question as you are guided by her, as you move away from the table you realize that the festive mood has been completely ruined and you blame yourself for it because of course everything bad would be your fault, you also realize that Marigold has disappeared probably going after her older sister.

You follow the greenish into a cabin, you can already see several pieces of clothing scattered everywhere and smell a faint scent of sandalwood wandering in the air, you find it strange that Sandersonia is helping you after being so deliberately hostile to you before, but you want to give her the benefit of the doubt. — You know, I kind of suspected that you two were dating, I didn't want to believe it, but I already suspected it. — The giant woman says while rummaging through a closet. — Excuse me? — You say very confused by your words.

— Well, I saw how you were making out on your ship before, but I wanted to believe that it was unilateral on your part, after all your captain is not the sharpest tool and can be quite... dense, but in the end my suspicions were right. — She says as she goes to the large tub in the middle of the cabin and throws something into the water. — I'm sorry if I was rude or mean to you, but my sisters and I can be very protective of those we love. — She gives you another sincere smile and you have already forgiven her because you wanted to leave all the hate behind. — Anyway, I prepared a bath for you, I think you need one, while you wash yourself I'll get some clothes.

You watch Sandersonia leave the cabin, not before she strokes the head of her pet panther. Still uncertain of the other's intentions you exist a little, but in the end soon, the wine was starting to stick your clothes to your skin making you remember the feeling of your blood hardening into ruby ​​on your skin and you don't want to remember that. You carefully undo the bandages on your arms and legs and you can feel the panther's watchful eyes on your every move, but that doesn't matter at the moment because you're busy tracing every jagged scar on your skin, they were puncture marks, cuts and burns spread out there as if it were a knife sharpener or something. You touch the largest of them, a long, thick line that was given to you the day you won your freedom.

You remember perfectly the moment your owner pulled you forward ready to thank the pirates for saving his treasure, he asks what they want to gain, gold, pleasure or perhaps a precious ruby. He doesn't even wait as he rolls up your sleeve and pulls out his machete and plunges it into your flesh without even flinching at it, in seconds your arm is open and the Straw Hats look in shock at the scene before them, your blood spurts out forcefully from the cut, but before it hits the ground it hardens and turns to ruby.

It takes a while, but soon everyone realizes that the rubies that the nobleman uses, that he sells and that he displays in his house came from the same place. Your captain didn't even pay attention to the words that his former master was spewing, his straw hat fell on his forehead hiding his eyes, but something in the atmosphere had changed, it became heavy, almost suffocating, at that moment you could have stumbled if you weren't being held in place by the nobleman's firm grip. Luffy just walked towards you in a silent way that didn't suit him at all and then as fast as he could be he punched your former owner in the face so hard that he flew out of his stupid chair made of rubies and went through three walls.

You shake your head and let that memory disappear from your mind, it wasn't time to think about the past, you had to take a shower and return to your crew, you unbutton your shirt and let it slide down your shoulders and that's when Sandersonia comes back. — Here, I found some clothes that fit perfectly on… my god! — The gorgon screams as she lets the clothes fall at her feet, you glance over your shoulder at her very confused and that's when the other responds. — Your-your-your back…

— Ah! — You exclaim in understanding. — My back is very ugly, isn't it? — You say with a little smile, you knew that the same scars on your arms and legs were in greater quantity on your back along with the huge mark of the Celestial Dragon burned into your skin in a clear undeniable sign of what you once were, a slave. — Sorry for making you see this, sometimes I forget it's there. — It's not a lie, whenever you took a shower it was something quick with the intention of washing yourself, you didn't have time to waste thinking about the mark on your back, you can still remember the shock on Nami's face and the pain on Robin's.

— You... you were also a slave. — Sandersonia whispers, but something in her sentence catches your attention, you were also one, you turn to the still pale figure of the woman with wide eyes. — You were also? — You ask even though you already know the answer to that. — Me and my sisters… — Sandersonia says as her hands clench into fists and her expression closes, no more words were needed, your doubts were confirmed. — I'm sorry. — You apologize, both for the sisters' situation and for the fact that you thought Boa Hancock's life had been perfect, you had forgotten that tragedy doesn't look at appearances.

— No, it's okay, it was… it was a long time ago. — She says sniffling a little, you understand that this subject must be sensitive for her. — And for you, how long has it been? — She asks as she bends down to gather the clothes she dropped earlier. — Six months. — You say looking at your hands so you don't notice how the other's body freezes in the middle of your actions. — I see… — Sandersonia says simply before turning to you with a huge smile. — Okay, let's finish this bath and leave you like a typical Kuja woman! — You smile at her enthusiasm and let her wash and dress you.

The shower ended without any surprises after your little chat, soon you were smelling of fruit and wearing a pair of Kuja's very revealing clothes, the only difference was that you had a coat with long, loose sleeves at the end to hide your abused arms and back and a garter belt with dark stockings to hide your legs, at first it felt strange to wear so little fabric because of your scars, but Sandersonia ended up forcing you to go out like that when she showed you the coat and stockings. You were still feeling bad for thinking that Boa Hancock's life had always been easy, of all people, you knew very well how cruel life could be.

The feeling of anger was still inside you and you needed to get it out of you, the people of Kuja had been hospitable to you and your crew so you didn't want to thank them by destroying their things, one of the things that being free gave you was being able to release your anger and frustration by breaking things. That's how you find Zoro standing in a corner drinking another barrel of beer as if it were water, you don't think much before going to him, conjures a bit of diamond that wraps around his hand, just enough to cover the top of your fist and when you're very close to him you punch him hard in the shoulder.

The blow must have had considerable force because he looks at you angrily.  —  What was that for? -- Zoro asks as his hand goes to his swords, you forgot how much he likes fights when he's drunk.  —  I was angry and needed to hit something that wouldn't break and you were the chosen one, my friend!  —  You say with a cute smile on your face feeling much better now.  —  Thank you?  —  The swordsman says not very sure if that was a compliment or not, of course only someone from the Monster Trio would think of that as a possible compliment. Zoro finally looks at you and you realize that he noticed your clothes the moment he chokes and his cheeks explode red. — What the hell are you wearing?

 —  Kuju clothes! — You answer while swaying on your feet that are wearing stiletto heels, according to Sandersonia your sneakers should never be worn with that outfit, it would be a crime against fashion or something.. — Has our captain seen you yet? — The greenish man asks. — No, has anyone on our crew seen you yet? — He reformulates his question.

— No, you were the first one I found, why? — You look at your vice-captain confused, but the man just gives you a shit-eating smile before grabbing you by the wrist and starting to pull you with him. — This is going to be fun. — He says as he takes you back to the party that continued as if nothing had happened.

— Y/N-swan! — Of course the first one to notice you is Sanji, he always knew when a woman was approaching him even when his back was turned like now. The cook turns to you ready to begin his passionate act, you being his captain's girlfriend hasn't diminished the love he feels for you at all, it seems, the blond was ready to kneel before you and sing praises to you, but he froze when he saw you, you can see his blood pressure rising as his body turned red and then his nose explodes in a jet of blood that threw him away while saying your name with adoration, the rest of the crew wasn't far behind him.

Usopp's jaw dropped with his cheeks flushed as he couldn't stop looking at you, Chopper had let out a high-pitched scream and hidden behind a table, in fact it was only his head that was hidden while his whole body was out. Frank and Jinbe looked at you slightly blushing before looking away, Brook's jaw was missing as he spoke nonsense about finally seeing a pair of panties, Nami was a blushing mess as her eyes looked at your every feature with attention and Robin, well, Robin just smiled behind her book looking very satisfied. — I wonder what our captain will do when he sees this. — She says as enigmatic as ever, the truth is that you don't understand all this fuss over pieces of clothing, I mean, you've worn worse clothes than this for your former master and still no one had ever reacted like this before.

— What do I have to see? — Luffy asks, appearing in the middle of his crew with his mouth full of meat and with other pieces in his hands. He looks at everyone, but when his eyes land on your plump figure with those clothes, what follows takes everyone by surprise. Even Nico Robin's mouth is open in shock. Not only did the rubber man's cheeks blush, but a small trickle of blood runs down his nose. You blush, finally understanding why everyone was like that before. Sexual desire, your mind provides. — Y/N. — Luffy says, looking delighted. — This is much better than meat!

Your boyfriend's statement makes your face burst into flames, much worse than the other times. You feel a confusion of feelings grow in your chest. Everything suddenly gets confused in your head, so you do the first thing you think of, you run. You run away while you hear your crew laugh and start saying how they didn't know your adorable captain had thoughts like that. Hearing that only makes you run even faster, and that's how you get lost. Great, you did the same as Zoro.

Sighing, you decide to take a walk and enjoy Amazon Lily more. After all, the next morning you would be leaving and heading to the next island. You observe how the island's fauna and flora change in the soft light of the night. It's all so beautiful and precious, and it makes you wonder if the diamonds that come from your tears and the ruby ​​that comes from your blood could also be so beautiful if they hadn't been exploited by the nobles. The sound of crying in the distance catches your attention. You didn't want to interfere in other people's problems, but you were already here and knew very well how painful crying alone can be, even more so when you know that after that there will be no one there for you. With that in mind, you look for the source of the crying.

You go deeper into the forest and end up finding the source of the crying, Boa Hancock. The pirate captain is sitting on the root of a tree with her face buried in her arms as her sobs make her body tremble while her pet snake rubs its body against her trying to calm her down, the sight of her makes you sick, Hancock really loved her boyfriend, you decide to go back the same way you came and leave her in her sadness in peace, but of course you had to step on a damn branch, Salome stares at you with the eyes of a predator and when she realizes it's you she shows her fangs in threat, her owner also notices you with tearful and red eyes.

— What did you come to do here? — She asks angrily as she sniffs and rubs the sleeve of her dress on her face.  — Did you come to throw in my face that he likes you and not me? — She growls and you feel afraid of her, you were finally beginning to understand why that woman had been a Shichibukai, you had seen the strength of that woman on the battlefield before, but it was the first time that all that anger was directed only at you.  — N-no. —  You try to defend yourself, but suddenly it's as if you're standing before your former master and he's approaching you with a whip in his hand and furious eyes.

— So you came to mock me for being so pathetic and running after a man who doesn't care about me? — You know she's yelling at you, but it's not her voice you hear, it's your former master's. Do you think you can make a fool of me, you little bitch?! His voice screams in your mind as you back away. — No-no. — You can't even say it with the lump forming in your throat.

— Oh, so what did you come here to do? — I'm going to teach you to never deceive me again, you hear your former master and you can see him coming towards you with heavy steps and anger in his eyes. — Show me your perfect little life? — I'm going to take every last drop of blood from you and then I'm going to open you up and find out if you're golden inside too, my little goose! You dig your nails hard into your palm, it was so strong that blood ran and dripped onto the floor, forming a ruby ​​pool next to your feet, but the pain is enough to make you remember where you are, but not completely.

Come on, what did Robin say when you had your first episode? You're not even listening to what the Pirate Empress is saying now. Say something you can see, okay, a bunch of trees, now say something you can hear, Hancock's grumbling, now something you can feel, the cold wind on your skin and the taste of rust in your throat. Calmer, you take a deep breath, now you're back to being yourself. — I didn't come to make fun of anyone, Hancock, I just got worried when I heard someone crying. — You finally approach her and your snake, ignoring the way the animal shows its teeth at you, the truth is that you're not afraid of Salome, you only fear humans. — Are you okay? — You ask the captain.

 — I-it doesn't matter! — She screams with pink cheeks. — I won't give up just because he's yours now! — She stands up and points a finger right in your face, scaring you a little. — I'll still steal his heart, I'll be your rival, Y/N! Your rival! — A beat of silence occurs and you just stare at that beautiful woman who is declaring war on you because of your completely oblivious boyfriend. How can someone like Boa Hancock feel threatened, despised, humiliated by someone like you? At that moment it becomes clear to you how confusing life is, you had forgotten that the Snake Princess was as human as you.

You huff out a laugh, you even try to hold it in, but soon you give in and laugh heartily, shaking your plump body with each laugh, you finally realized the madness of your thoughts all day, you really were an idiot, weren't you?

— Y-you're laughing at me? — Boa Hancock screams with an incredulous face and flushed cheeks, how dare you mock her as a rival? — It's nothing like that! — You say still laughing. — It's just that I finally realized that you're as human as I am! — You sigh calmly and wipe a stray tear from the corner of your eye, the tear glistening against your already hardened finger, you look at the small diamond and smile. — You know, I was so jealous of you. You're so much better for Luffy than me, anyone with eyes would say that! You're so beautiful, powerful and what am I? Damaged goods.

You let the diamond fall to the ground anyway. — Used and discarded, but you know what it's like to feel like that... to be like that, don't you? — You look at her and notice how confused she looks. — I know about the mark, the one you have on your back. — You say and look away, you can't expose that part of her life and still look her in the eyes. And that's why you don't notice when the captain's confusion disappears, how her eyes double in size in fright before filling with anger. — Who told you? — She growls as she grabs you by the arms and forces you to face her. — It was Sandersonia, but it's not her fault! — You say, noticing how her anger only increases when she realizes that she was betrayed by her sister. — She only told me because she saw mine first!

— Yours? — She asks, sounding angry and confused at the same time. You knew that getting on her bad side was terrible, even deadly, but here you were, pushing all her buttons. — But does that mean that… — She stops, her anger disappearing from her face as her face becomes completely serious when she realizes what her words mean. — That I was a slave? Yes, I was and I'm not proud of it at all. — You answer and bite your lip before looking away. — My parents sold me to the nobility when I was four years old and only because I could create some stupid little rocks! — You growl at the end, just thinking about your parents fills you with rage, you don't even know what you would do if you met them again.

You look forward and face the Snake Princess. — It was only when I learned what you once were that I realized that no matter how perfect someone seems to be, life will still fuck them up one way or another and that even if I'm not like you, someone is willing to love me anyway, even when I can't do it. — You don't hesitate when you hold her face in your hand and caress her cheek. — When I was saved by them and didn't know what to do, to be free, to choose what I wanted, to be desired for myself and not for what I can do, this is so new and scary to me, sometimes I think they'll get tired of me and other times I'm sure of it so I just wait for the moment when they'll send me back to the nobles and I'll be alone again, unwanted... what a stupid thing to think when my captain is Luffy, right?

You sigh with a smile on your lips when you think about your boyfriend. — Luffy is amazing, isn't he? — You don't even realize you said anything, only when Hancock grabs you by the shoulders with wide eyes and flared nostrils. — And so handsome! — She says with a smile in a passionate tone again. — He's always there when you need him, using every last bit of his strength and keeping that smile on his face... it's so unfair! — She grumbled, looking much more like the Hancock you saw from afar.

— Don't even talk to me about that smile! — You groan,  like that smile it messed with you. — I still remember when he smiled like that at me the first time, it was like looking straight into the sun and then he simply says he's going to get me out of my prison and I'll be his companion and then it didn't matter how much pain I felt or how chaotic my mind and heart seemed, it was like I just knew that everything was going to be... okay!

— Yeah, that's my Luffy's power! — The Snake Princess says as she jumps in her place still clinging to you, euphoric for talking about your love. — Don't even tell me, it was because of him that I kind of punched a Celestial Dragon right in the face. — You wilt as you remember it, punching your master in the face was the most satisfying thing you've ever done, but the reward it gave you wasn't, you'd only been a pirate for six months and your reward was almost the same as your captain's.

— You did what? — Hancock asks, looking at you with such intensity that you end up blushing, she wasn't looking at you with anger, she was looking at you with a mixture of respect and adoration that made you wonder how your boyfriend managed to remain so indifferent in her eyes. — W-well, he was my old master. Luffy kind of beat him up first so everyone was fighting back and forth when someone simply shouts that the navy was coming. — You start to tell a little insecurely, but as you go on in the story you get excited as you remember your first glimpse of freedom.

— Then Luffy just sends a bunch of them flying through the air like it was nothing, and he stands there with his bright smile and his straw hat on his head looking like a distorted and improved version of a knight in shining armor. — You say as you move away from the other woman and imitate the blows of the fight. — This is your life, Y/N, you are the one who must choose how to live it! — You try to imitate your captain's voice. — He says as he looks at me and extends his arm to me and I think: I want this, this freedom. But of course my idiot ex-owner couldn't just stay quiet in his corner. Suddenly he is by my side calling me a filthy whore and saying how useless I was. I will take every last drop of blood from you and then let your body be eaten by the lords of the seas! He shouted as he came to me wielding the whip he tried to use on me, I wanted to run away, but Luffy's words were still in my head!

You sigh happily, oh, that feeling of breaking the chain and rebelling was still inside you and it was so, so good, it was like a pleasant chill that goes down your arms and stops in your chest, how can you forget that? — So I didn't think, when he got really close to me I conjured a bunch of diamonds in my fist and said that I would never serve an old, disgusting son of a bitch like him again and boom! I threw the hardest punch I've ever thrown in my life, I felt the impact underneath all that diamond and watched with satisfaction as his face deformed as he broke five more walls with his useless body! — You laugh as you imitate the punch you gave him. — After that I hear a loud and amused laugh and then there are arms wrapped around my waist and the next moment I'm being pulled out of the building as I free fall into the Straw Hat's arms and that was the best moment of my life!

Hancock laughs with gusto, laughs so much that she throws her head back and her body shakes with the force of her laughter. — You're crazy! — She says still laughing and you realize for the thousandth time that night how beautiful Hancock is and wonder how she manages to continue as if nothing had happened. — Can I do what? — The captain asks with a hint of a smile on her lips and only at that moment do you realize that you had said that out loud, something that has been happening a lot lately. — Pretending that it never happened and moving on being so… you? — You ask, looking at the other.

— I don’t pretend at all. — She answers as she looks up and stares at the moon that shines beautifully. — And I just take all that anger and channel it into my goals. — She says, but it doesn’t seem like she notices what she’s doing as if her mind is stuck in memories. — But doesn’t it hurt? — You ask and hold your chest, you want to move on, but you can’t get over those memories, you can’t forget the pain, sadness and despair, maybe it was just too fresh on your skin still.

— All the time, but what should I have done?  — ​​She says, still staring at the moon. — Sitting with my arms crossed, brooding over the past while my life and my sisters’ lives are at a standstill because of some shitty men? — She growls angrily, you look at the moon too.  — But how can you use the part of you that was given to you by them? — You ask, how could he use that anger even when everything would always remind him of that time?

— Unfortunately, that's who I am now. Do you think I had any power before I was taken by them? — She looks at you, looking determined. — They forced a Devil Fruit on me just for fun, and what did I do? Stay quiet and let them use me as they wanted? No way! I took that power and brought hell to them, I took everything they gave me and gave it back with interest! — You look at her and then open a cheerful smile, like the people on your crew she knew how to lift your spirits. — Damn, how is it possible that you get more perfect every minute?

She opens a toothy and arrogant smile that suits her very well and then places a hand on her puffed out chest. — Of course I'm perfect! But you're not far behind either, after all you're my rival! — Hancock says with her nose in the air at her own words. You smile before looking at your own hand and you make a decision. It took a lot of concentration, after all you were on edge and had a panic attack a short time ago, but soon a pale glow (your favorite color) appears in your palm and a stone slowly comes out of your skin, it doesn't hurt or anything like that, but it's a little disconcerting to see it because of your memories but you persist and soon the jewel is ready.

It's small, it must be the size of a coin, it's orange and red in color and it's shiny, unfortunately its shape was a little crooked and it looked like a weird heart since you were still learning how to cut them at the time, Hancock just stared at everything you did in fascination. — Here. — You say placing the small stone in the Snake Princess's hand. — Sorry about the weird shape, I'm still learning this!

— Why are you giving me this? — The other pirate asks, staring at the small stone in admiration. — I don't really know. — You begin. — But I made a stone for all my crew members, something that would remind me of them and since you're kind of my rival now, I thought it was fair that you got one too! — You finish by shrugging. — That reminds you of them… — Hancock whispers. — And which one did you give to Luffy?

— Red Jasper, Tiger's Eye… I'm actually always giving him stones, not that he really cares about it, but he gives me so many feelings, courage, love, loyalty, there are so many that I can't attribute it to just one stone. — You complain while the other smiles, agreeing with your words. — So what stone is that? — The brunette asks.

— It's a carnelian! — You respond, rocking on your heels. — And what's its meaning? — The Pirate Empress asks and you feel your face blush, were you really going to say that out loud? — Self-confidence, attitude and… and… sexual energy. — You answer, looking away from her, unable to look at her at the moment. Your answer makes her throw her head back and laugh heartily again. — I liked that... so, what stones would you give to my sisters? — She asked, looking at me with smiling eyes.

You think for a while before answering. — Hm... Sandersonia is very sincere and really got straight to the point with me before, so I think she would be a chrysotile, I haven't talked to Marigold, but from what I've seen, she's a very serious person, even too much so, so her stone would be an onyx! — You answer thoughtfully and thinking carefully about your words, after all, choosing stones for someone was a very serious matter for you, Hancock somehow noticed this and laughed a little more. — You know, you're kind of strange. — She says, looking at you softly.

— Yeah, I know! — You say, kicking the dirt with your heels. — I tell myself that every night before I go to sleep. — You admit with a happy smile. You remain silent for a while, the captain just looks at the small stone in your hands while a warm feeling blossoms in her chest, your power was so beautiful... you were so pretty, nice... perfect, she thinks before looking at you from the corner of her eye, the way the moonlight illuminates your skin, how your eyes are closed and how happy and relaxed you seem next to her, she blushes when she realizes that she likes having you so close to her, she is feeling things for you that she had only felt for one other person before. — I think my rival is your captainl. — She grumbles, looking a little sullen and sullen at the same time.

— Did you say something? — You ask, looking at her with a thin smile on your lips, Boa Hancock just opens a huge smile as she tucks her carnelian into the bust of her dress, determined not to lose it under any circumstances. — I didn't say anything! — She answers as she gets a little closer to you. And that's how your strange relationship begins, you thought it was a strange friendship/rivalry relationship, but you are completely wrong.

The next day arrived and with it everyone was sad to have to leave the island, but your journey was just beginning. You would miss Amazon Lily a lot, even though your first experience with the island hadn't been the best, it all turned out very well in the end, you sighed when you saw more boxes going up on the ship after all the food and water had already been stocked, you ended up receiving a lot of clothes from Kujo, to everyone's guilty pleasure and the shameless pleasure of Sanji and Luffy.

The Sunny was ready to set sail, they were just waiting for the leader of Kuja's tribe to show up so you could leave, you were at the port next to Sanji and Nami to say goodbye when you finally heard Boa Hancock's voice covered in love. — My love! — She shouts as she runs to the port with her cheeks flushed while waving eagerly to you with the stone you gave her swinging on a necklace against her full chest, everyone thinks the greeting was for the captain of the Straw Hats, but when she runs towards you and holds you in her arms forcing your face to be buried in her huge breasts, everyone realizes they were wrong. — My Y/N, my love! I'm going to miss you so much, I hope to see you soon!

You manage to dig your face out of her breasts, your cheeks are flushed while you were confused. — B-but I thought we were rivals! — You ask while still being crushed in the Snake Princess's arms. — But we are rivals! — She says with her wonderful and genuine smile. — I like Luffy and you! — She winks while tapping your nose with her finger. — Now how about a goodbye kiss to help me get over the pain of your loss? — She says as she leans forward with a pout on her lips and her eyes closed, but contact never happens.

Her lips end up kissing your boyfriend's hands that have wrapped around your face preventing contact. You both look at your ship seeing how Luffy is against the Sunny's railing while looking at you maintaining his usual idiotic smile, but something in his expression seemed a little annoyed, irritated I dare say. — Jealous. — Zoro snorts in amusement. — Luffy, my darling, you don't need all that jealousy! — Hancock lets go of you while sending a bunch of kisses to your boyfriend. — I love you too! I hope you go and be careful, my love!

The captain of the Kujo Pirates holds your blushing face while swaying your body from side to side. — And take good care of our dear Y/N, don't let anything happen to her! — She says as you feel the rubber arms release your face and wrap around your waist and then you are lifted into the air and pulled to the Sunny to fall on your boyfriend's chest. — Of course I'll take care of her, she's my queen! — Luffy says confused as if the other captain's words were obvious, you don't even bother to blush already imagining that this would happen, but you end up blushing when you feel his lips on yours, you can hear Hancock's happy scream coming from the port. You know, your story could end here and that would already be a happy ending... but of course that would never happen to you.

— Y/N-swan! — You hear Sanji's scream as Sunny finally sets sail. — Is it true that you prefer that idiot marimo to me? — The cook's eyes look so sad while Zoro just looks at you with a shit-eating smile, he said he would do it and you doubted him. — I'm going to kill you, Zoro. — You grumble, but since you neither affirm nor deny, Sanji looks at you with heartbroken eyes while holding his chest dramatically. — First you date our captain and now you prefer him, you're so cruel, Y/N-swan!

— She just has good taste! — The swordsman answered yawning and this seems to revive Sanji who was furious with flame in his eyes. — What did you say, shitty swordsman? — And then the typical discussion between the two unfolds as you are taken by your captain to sit on Sunny's head on his lap, Luffy smiles as he places his precious straw hat on your head and hugs you from behind. — I love you! — He says as he kisses your cheek lightly. — I love you too! — You respond, being completely sure of your feelings.

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil,

I hope this doesn't get buried in the ask box, but if it does, I'll still be glad I sent this, just to know this little lengthy slice of complement and thanks existed in your inbox is enough. I apologize for the length, I am pretty sure the grammar is in tatters...and probably just the general awkwardness in advance.

Frist of all, congratulations for Good Omens Season2, it's a roaring success even here in this...I don't know, bottomless pit? I myself and some others fondly call it the PRC. The show didn't made pass the firewall officially, neither was Prime Video. People still managed to watch it eventually by VPNs, shared accounts and when times are desperate...sorry, piracy. Chinese fans, including myself, using every tool in the shed to try to fool Amazon™ and our goverment, just to watch this on Prime and try to help to manifest S3, is one hell of an experience. This kind of experience is pathetic, ridiculous....and somehow hilarious in a dark, gallows humor way, almost like some bad spy comedy, I just have to share it. Worth all the trouble by the way, the reward at the end of the back channel is...well, some divine comedy to say the very least. All in all, it's a brilliant show and a solid job well-done.

Then some of my personal gratitude. They say good art resonates with your soul, I now know this is just as true as matter and gravity. Since I know Good Omens certainly resonated with mine. I'll redact the typical "depression and anxiety reduced me to a husk, a shadow of my former self" story and get to the result for brevity's sake. I can't write anything meaningful while I know I took joy in writing, I can't finish reading anything longer than a brochure while I know I was such a bookworm in the past. Then I was compelled to get up in the middle of the night, wrote a full 5000 character long analysis after marathoned S2, and then write even more analyses in both Chinese and English. I picked up American Gods because I know I need more Neil Gaiman in my life and then impressed by myself for actually finishes it the second time 5 years later. I didn't know how exactly that happened through one watch of a TV show, but I know I am changed for the better. I grasped life again, and can start living again, somehow. The resonation just keeps on giving.

This is a quiet, gentle and romantic story, it is soothing, accepting, filled to the brim with love and kindness, and it makes me feel safe and accepted and loved in a way I never felt before. I thank you for it, and hope thart I may have the privlige to witness more of this miracle. Thank you Neil, Sir Terry Pratchett and the team for this miraculous book and this miraculous show.

谢谢。(I just had to say thanks with my mother tongue, it feels more earnest this way)

Thank you so much! I'm impressed by everything you and your countryfolk have gone through to watch it as legitimately as you could.

[roguesriot]

A buying tails PSA by franniesflowers on youtube !!! 

Putting my buying tails PSA into written form too‼️

(Please share to help spread this information!)

There is a growing problem in the alterhuman community with many people, but especially younger kids, buying tails from cruel fur farms.

     Amazon, SHEIN, AliExpress, and Temu are the three biggest sites that people purchase tails from. Every tail sold on these websites is sourced from cruel fur farms where foxes and other animals are subjected to horrific ab*se.

     The tails sold on these websites may say “fake” or “faux fur”. DO NOT FALL FOR THIS!!! Policies in China (where all of these shops are based) allow sellers to label real and unethical tails as faux fur or ethically sourced. The only tails safe to buy from these sites are POLYESTER STUFFED FURSUIT TAILS that look nothing like the tails you see many therians wearing.

The safest way to buy a tail that looks like the kind of tails you see many therians wearing is Etsy. There are three main options that I recommend.

1. Yarn tails, you can buy them from Etsy or watch a tutorial to make your own with yarn. They’re fluffy and they’ve got a nice weight that makes them feel real.

2. Faux fur or Mohair tails are also available on Etsy, you can commission them from sellers like TalesofMischief. Mohair tails look almost exactly like real ones, and Mohair is made from the hair of the Angora goat. It is not cruel because it’s just sheared from the goats.

3. Real tails, you can find many ethical ones on Etsy, but DO YOUR RESEARCH!! To find sellers and check if they’re ethical or not, you can search “fox tail taxidermy” on Etsy and click on the description of the individual sellers. Look for “wild foxes” and “foraged taxidermy”. Avoid any shops that say “farm raised”. The seller should find the foxes already d3@d, without k*lling them for the tail. 

Here’s my top ethical taxidermists on Etsy!

•EvasFeathers

•RabidLlamaCreations

•SterlingFoxTaxidermy

*if you have already purchased a tail from Amazon, Shein, AliExpress, or Temu, it’s ok because you didn’t know and there’s a lot of misinformation. Please donate to a foundation like saveafox.org and treat your tail with a lot of respect and mindfulness for how it came into your hands. It’s also good to watch a documentary about these cruel fur farms, but they are triggering and not for younger kids because of the graphic ab*se they show*

Thank you for reading this! Again, please share if you can <3

Very sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, just trying to spread awareness