#Hummer Ring

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Pegging König Drabble #1

W: Pegging, Sub! König, Dom Reader. Dom/sub Dynamic, Degradation, Nipple Play

He’s all showered and clean from a hard day of training and doing some basic repairs on his hummer. He’s tuckered out and his mind is finally calm and that gets disrupted when he gets back to his room and you’re laying on his bed.

You’re in shorts, and a shirt that’s pulled up just enough to show some stomach. He feels like such a perv because he gets hard at just the sight of some skin showing.

He can’t help how his legs shake when you tell him to take his pants off. He isn’t able to control just how quick his heart is pounding inside his chest when you close your book and order him to lay chest first onto the mattress with his ass lifted in the air. He can’t help the pathetic moan that leaves him when he fella the tip of your favorite dildo poke at his hole and push past the first ring of muscle.

With each thrust, you reduce him to puddy. His nipples are hard, his chest and face flushed red, his prostate sensitive and overwhelmed. His eyes roll into the back of his head all while you fuck him like a whore. You bully him and call him names and he loves it all because he can barely hear it thanks to the loud pounding of his heart in his ears.

He’s leaking cum onto the mattress while begging you for a chance to take a short break so he doesn’t pass out from pleasure. He’s so far gone that he can’t even tell that you’ve changed positions and are now sucking and biting on his nipples all while pushing his legs right up against his chest all while you continue to fuck him.

[lovelytsunoda]

take my breath away // tom 'iceman' kazansky

a traffic jam on the interstate and a diamond ring in a glovebox compartment

temporarily stationed in nevada, tom and heather decide to take a weekend in las vegas to see their favourite new wave band. all the while, all tom can think about when to ask heather to be his wife.

part of the heather and tommy universe started in 'tell me something girl'

pairing: tom kazansky x female oc (named heather)

warnings: fluff overload, marriage proposals, traffic jams.

author's note: guys i know that 'kick' didn't come out until 1987, but bear with me on this one, i was trying to make all of the dates work without the wedding feeling rushed (you'll know what i mean if you check the date headings on 'tell me something girl')

October 25th, 1986. Just outside Las Vegas, Nevada.

the weak air conditioning system in her boyfriend's hummer did nothing to block out the nevada heat as they sat idle, listening to the sounds of engines humming and horns honking. heather schneider held a small camcorder in her hands, the viewfinder trained on her boyfriend's face as he raked his hands through is hair, aviator glasses hiding his eyes. duran duran played on the radio, a tree shaped air freshener dangling in front of the windshield.

"babe, i’m so sorry. i had no idea traffic would be this bad." tom sighed, pushing up his glasses so he could run his hands over his face.

the move to nevada had been sudden. back home in virginia after graduating top gun, tom wasn't expecting to get marching orders so fast after coming back from a mission. the two harrowing weeks in the ocean after the academy had rattled him a little, and he was looking forward to finally spending time with heather again. now, he was scared about what nevada would to do his relationship with heather, until heather dropped a bombshell of her own.

she was quitting her job.

working in a law firm that did work closely with the us military did things to a person. and one day, heather just snapped. she came home in tears and told him that she couldn't do it any more.

and then she quit.

and now she was in nevada with no idea what she was going to do with her life. tom was stationed at the nellis air force base, which was very near to the las vegas motor speedway, a place they spent many a weekend watching stock car racing. tom was easing into his role at nellis quickly, seamlessly and with his trusty backseater ron kerner at his side.

heather was still lost. deployment was only for five months, part of a training program for a plane that most people in the military weren't even aware of yet. and after that five months? would they go back to virginia? stay in nevada? where would she work?

"kaz, stop worrying. the concert isn't until tomorrow night anyways." she soothed, running her thumb over his knuckles. the hummer eased forward, but traffic was still at a crawl.

"nellis is eight fucking miles outside of vegas, why can't we get into the city on a friday?"

"because everybody else is also trying to get into the city on a friday."

in the three months they had already lived in nevada, despite only living eight miles outside sin city, heather had still never been to vegas. never walked down the strip, never seen a show.

until tom surprised her with tickets to watch australian new wave band INXS play at ceasers palace. the band meant so much to heather, and she had been waiting for this weekend for the last six weeks.

tom, on the other hand, knowing the significance of the weekend had something bigger planned. the ring was burning a hole in his glove box, right next to his service weapon.

all that time away had taught him one big thing: he wanted heather in his life, by his side, for the rest of his life.

"hey, heath, do you remember that blue bungalow in miramar? the one that was on the water, with the backyard that walked out onto that small square of beach?"

"yeah, why?" heather hummed, panning the camera over at the traffic in front of her. the pair never went anywhere without their cameras, digital or video. there were envelopes full of negatives in their apartment, shoeboxes bursting at the seams with pictures they'd taken since they started dating in the spring of 1985.

tom tapped his slender fingers against the steering wheel, easing the hummer forward another few feet as traffic picked up, and then promptly slowed. he moved to roll down a window due to the heat, but then reversed his decision after smelling the latent gasoline exhaust in the air and hearing the noise of the jam.

"it's for sale. has been for a while, miramar isn't a hot area for us young people." he stopped to take a breath, looking over at heather. her eyes sparkled as she turned to look at him, popping a small pretzel into her mouth. her large, round prescription sunglasses made her look like an owl.

he adored every part of her.

"i want to put a deposit down. with your permission, of course. i know your life is in virginia, and we can go back if that's what you want. but i see a life for us in that house. kids, a dog. at some point, i want to teach at top gun. that's where maverick is, where slider is going to go. but none of that means anything if you aren't with me, heath."

heather closed the camcorder, dropping it into her lap as she reached for tom's hand, clasping it between both of hers. "tom, i'd love to. let's do it. let's move to california."

tom's heart swelled with love as he brought heather's knuckles up to give her a gentle kiss. everything was finally coming together. they were ready to start their life together.

and he knew he needed to ask. he had planned to wait until they were in the city, planned to get down on one knee underneath the false eiffel tower and present heather with his grandmother's ring.

but, as impulsive as it may be, he knew he needed to ask her. in the middle of stalled traffic on a nevada freeway. his hair had grown out since he'd come home from top gun, bangs curling into his eyes and sticking up in all ways after he pushes his glasses up.

"babe, pass me the camcorder and take a look in the glove box." tom said, putting the hummer in park. he would have turned the engine off to save gas, but who knew if traffic would pick up again and he'd have to drive off the freeway?

after heather passed him the small metal camera, he popped it open, discreetly recording as she opened the glove box. her sunglasses held her long, brunette hair back like a headband as she rooted around the compartment.

"behind the service weapon, sweetheart. it's a small pink box."

"found it." she hummed, her manicured fingers clutching the small cardboard box. (tom had been insistent that she go get her nails done with slider's girlfriend maria before they left nellis, but she had no idea why).

she pulled the lid off the box, a gasp getting caught in her throat when she saw the stunning sterling silver ring, and the large blue stone in the middle, framed by diamonds.

"this is your grandmother's ring."

tom's parents were polish immigrants. when his parents left poland with nothing, they brought his father's mother with them (his mother's parents would follow later). angela kazanzky was classically trained ballerina with the warsaw ballet corps, but had left poland with almost nothing after her husband was killed. all she brought with her was a suitcase of clothes, and that sapphire engagement ring.

"heather, the time i spent at top gun taught me a lot of things. how to be a better man, a better soldier and a better pilot. but it also taught me that i hate being away from you. i hate waking up at the crack of dawn and you aren't there next to me." tom began, reaching for heather's hand. she turned to look at him, eyes wide and hands shaky as the gravity what this was set in. "i hate coming home at the end of the day to an empty dorm without you there. yeah, i love the guys, and i love this job. but none of that holds a candle to the way that i love you, heather anne schneider. i was going to wait until we actually got to vegas to do this, but now's as good a time as any."

he smiled nervously, a shock of giddy, pure love shooting through her veins when she looked at him, an equally wide smile breaking out across her face.

"heather, will you marry me?"

"yes! yes, tom, of course i'm gonna marry you. is this what that house talk was all about? yes, of course i'll do it!"

"thank you." tom exhaled, speaking so softly that she almost didn't hear it. he extended his open palm, waiting for her to press the ring into his palm. she was a giggling mess, trying to hold her hand steady while tom slid the cold metal band onto her ring finger. "i'm so in love with you, and i hope we stay this happy forever."

god, she loved that man.

"i love you more, lieutenant."

stretching as far as her seatbelt would allow, heather leaned over the hummer's center console, kissing her fiancé with an intensity that was out of place on the freeway. she couldn't stop staring at the rock on her finger, and thinking about the promise that it represented.

they were forehead to forehead, full of giddy smiles, the camcorder resting on tom's lap still recording as the pickup truck behind them began to honk.

traffic was flowing normally, and they hadn't even noticed.

they broke apart, laughing as they stowed away the camcorder and the now-empty ring box. tom put the car in drive, throwing his middle finger up at the driver behind them.

they were both still smiling, daydreaming about what their new life together would bring them. heather reached for the radio, turning up the volume as they began to play INXS' 'never tear us apart'.

tom smiled fondly, looking over at her as she began to sing.

"this is going to be our wedding song." she smiled to herself.

the following year, they would get married in monterrey, and they would have their first dance to that same song, heather in a simple white dress, and tom in his navy dress whites. and two years after that, they would welcome their first of three children.

and when mitchell kazansky got married? he used that same sapphire ring to propose to his now-wife amelia.

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@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @sidcrosbyspuck @diorleclerc @lorarri @cartierre @userlando @thatsdemko

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 12!!!

This post features the way I think renting cars works. I'm very sure it doesn't actually work this way, and I could have researched it, but the image is in my head and I thought it was funny having cars on shelves with little description tags like some kind of Automobile Costco Warehouse.

Also, I'm gonna link my playlist because I feel like you all might be interested to see the list of songs I'm working from lol.

Fun fact, the playlist used to be called List of Holding and was meant to be a small collection of songs that I wanted to hear REALLY often. But, um...well, I've since had to change the name :P

This is All Good Omens Now Who Am I Kidding

And yes, I'm very VERY picky about my Queen songs.

OKAY here we go.

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In the end, it was surprisingly easy to find a rental company willing to loan you all a car (considering that three out of the four of you have no identification, documents, credit score, valid driver’s licenses, etc.). Deciding on a car, on the other hand, was a bit more complicated.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just miracle the Bentley over,” Crowley whines as the four of you wander the aisles of cars.

“Well for starters, the steering wheel is on the wrong side,” Anathema reasons.

“The wheel’s not on the wrong side! All of these have steering wheels on the wrong side! They drive on the wrong side of the road here too! Americans!” He shoves his hands in his pockets, practically spitting the last word like it’s some kind of curse. Anathema raises an eyebrow at him, but otherwise says nothing.

“Ooh!” Aziraphale calls from further ahead, “Look at this one! The description says that it’s very good for the environment. I mean, aesthetically speaking it isn’t anything extraordinary, but I do like all of these things written on the tag.”

“What kind of car is it?” Anathema asks.

“I believe it says it’s a...Tesla?”

You snort a laugh. “I am NOT getting into one of those things,” You say between giggles.

“Why not?” Aziraphale’s confusion is genuine – you can see it in his face.

“Well,” You begin counting on your fingers, “It farts, it can see ghosts, and it may or may not explode while we’re in it, SO!” You see Crowley’s face light up.

“Sounds like my kind of car!” He says, making his way towards the car that Aziraphale is inspecting.

“No,” Anathema sounds like she’s talking to a child. Or maybe a dog. “No, we are not riding in a Tesla. I’m with you on this one,” she says in your direction.

“I have a suggestion,” You pipe up, raising your hand.

“Oh-ho!” Crowley calls. He leaned slightly to the left, and took off between the aisles. All three of you have to jog to keep up with him. He’s stopped in front of an enormous Hummer. “Now THIS is a CAR!”

Anathema is shaking her head.

“No, wait, listen, I have it,” You say, and everyone turns to look at you expectantly. “It’s the only logical option here. It fits the vintage vibe that you two like, and it’s the most reliable car I know of aside from Bentley.”

“Well go on,” encourages Anathema, “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

“What we need is a 1967 Chevy Impala!”

And THAT, dear Reader, is how you find out that none of them have seen Supernatural. Or heard of it, even. Criminal, really. You resolve to make them watch it next chance you get. In the end, Anathema suggests a very practical SUV and well, you’ve all learned not to argue with her by now.

Honestly the woman needs a cake for putting up with the three of you.

Also, as it turns out, one of the perks of having a current car model is that you can sync up your playlist to the bluetooth. So guess who ends up in charge of the music.

“And THIS one,” You say, flicking through your playlist, “Is a song that was suggested for the Season 3 playlist by Neil Gaiman himself!” And you press play on The Book of Love. And you watch their faces. You want to see their reaction when it gets to the part about wedding rings.

“Are all of your songs for us love songs?” Aziraphale asks. He stopped complaining about your taste in music an hour ago. Crowley is driving, and Anathema has been zoned out for a while now.

“Uuuummm, the ones that aren’t breakup songs you mean? Pretty much yeah.”

Crowley groans.

“Except for like, Queen and Hozier.”

Crowley groans again.

“I thought you liked Queen,” You are shocked and alarmed. Crowley rolls his whole head (probably because you wouldn’t see him roll his eyes behind his sunglasses).

“Go on then,” he says, “Which Queen songs do you have on that playlist of yours?” He glares at you through the rearview mirror. Suddenly, you hesitate.

“Um...Somebody to Love, and Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy,” You finish meekly. Crowley nearly crashes the car. Whether it was on purpose or not doesn’t matter. Anathema takes the wheel and he gets demoted to the back seat. Next to you. As a peace offering, you hand him your phone with your spotify open, and let him take charge of the music. You feel that you might not survive the ride otherwise.

Google Maps pegs the estimated driving time from NYC to New Orleans at 19 hours. Splitting the driving between a demon and a responsible human woman, the four of you manage a respectable 12 hours including a number of breaks to: use the washroom, get coffee, get food, look at the view, poke around a used bookshop, pick some apples, eat the apples, and buy some fudge. Crowley refuses to admit that he may or may not have stopped time once or twice, and Aziraphale refuses to account for your sudden bursts of energy from time to time (conveniently and suspiciously whenever there was a stop he was interested in).

So, having made excellent time, all four of you arrive in New Orleans. Crowley is back at the wheel now, and he pulls the car into the parking lot of The Ritz. Because of course it’s The Ritz again. Anathema doesn’t even comment this time. You figure she was probably expecting it. Learning fast, that one. You check in, and aren’t all that surprised to find that you’ve been booked into the fanciest suite in the place once again. According to the pamphlet at the front desk, this suite is supposed to only be two rooms, but when you arrive, you find that it actually contains 3. Why? Supernatural beings who influence their surroundings.

“You really do have some expensive taste,” You say casually to Aziraphale as you place your bag on the floor.

“It was Crowley who booked this one,” the angel replies, inspecting the knick-knacks on a shelf to his left.

“Crowley? Trying to impress you, no doubt.”

“Pft!” Comes Crowley’s response from behind you, “Right, and not at all because to get up here you need a special passkey, which keeps unexpected guests few, far between, and easy to notice.” He gives you a pointed look over his sunglasses. “We’ve been lucky so far that we’ve been left alone since Heathrow. But don’t think for a minute that he won’t be back.”

“That’s...fair.” You pause and think for a minute. “Then we should probably limit going out too. Unless we really need to.”

“That would be best, yes,” Anathema agrees, “But please, leave the hotel staff alone.”

Well, honestly she could only expect that request to go so far once Aziraphale found the room service menu.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[ukrainian-groove-metal]

15 Questions Game

Tagged by @jenolicho <3

1. Were you named after anybody?

I was named after both my grandfathers, but that's my deadname lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

I cried a few weeks ago because of a shitty day at work :(

3. Do you have kids?

I sure hope not

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I'm very sarcastic, and my voice is super monotone so I always sound like I'm being sarcastic even when I'm being genuine

5. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to do baseball as a kid, I did soccer for a couple years (lots of fun), and I dabbled in archery

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

I remember how they act and any really defining physical characteristics. Beyond that, I cannot hold onto faces or names until like round 2 or 3

7. Eye color?

I have really dark green eyes with a ring of brown around the pupil, so it looks like I have brown eyes unless we're in making-out-distance

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I love scary movies and horror, and overall I connect and vibe with bittersweet endings over happy ones

9. Any special talents?

I'm a writer, I can burp on command, I'm a fairly good voice actor (despite being monotonous, I can do a lot of accents n characters), and I can do the footloose dance

10. Where were you born?

I was born in Texas and thankfully don't live there anymore

11. What are your hobbies?

I love to read and write, brainstorm ideas for things to write, or play DnD/Call of Cthulhu/other TTRPGS

12. Do you have any pets?

I have a cat! A calico named Yog-Sothoth

13. How tall are you?

Between 5'9" and 5'10", or 175-176 cm

14. Favorite subject in school?

I always loved science, and math was something I grokked easily

15. Dream job?

I'd love to be an author, but the kind of author that travels the world

Tagging: @spideercabossed @sleepystellarsister @wolf-kisssed @local-vampire-queen @hummerous @nintendowiimote @polymoth

[boojangs]

@blackenheartbutterfly this was hard because I absolutely loathe the smell of coffee 😂😂

Enid makes Wednesday a coffee body scrub, because of course she does 🖤🩷

Enid was something of a chemist, if you ever asked her what her hobbies included. She dabbled in all wares of self-care, from lotions, to creams, to any scrubs, even scented candles. Her nose was strong and sensitive, could pick up nuances in her creations with better ease than a bloodhound. She loved when things smelled nice, loved when she could change an entire mood, just by finding the proper scent. When she started rooming with Wednesday that first year, she learned that she smelled of peppermint and old books, metal polish, and a hint of something delightfully smokey. It was her favorite scent, especially since they’d started properly dating. She stole Wednesday’s hoodie as often as she could, sometimes even directly off her girlfriend, whenever she needed to be surrounded by the familiar, comforting scent.

She also learned that Wednesday was absolutely obsessed with coffee.

Enid was fully convinced that if she were to crack Wednesday Addams open, coffee would spill out. She learned how to make Wednesday’s preferred cup at the very beginning of her relationship, so that the antisocial seer could skip one more step in her usual morning routine: black with a dash of cinnamon.

It was after discovering this little fact about her girlfriend that Enid started toying around with the idea of a body scrub, handcrafted and perfectly tailored for her tiny paramour. Thing was her right-hand man in her different efforts, spending weeks trying to perfect the right amount of scent and the proper amount of grit, sure Wednesday would love the extra scrubbing power while in the shower. She’d tried it on herself and tried in on Thing, the deep, earthy aroma finally just the perfect amount of the well-loved brew that Wednesday enjoyed so much.

She flitted off to Jericho for a proper jar, none of her others the proper feel for such a gift, Thing perched on her shoulder as she shifted through the weird parts at Uriah’s Heap, the wolf eventually stumbling upon a skull-shaped mason jaw. Enid squeaked when she found it, quickly snatching it up and ringing out with Connie, the blonde skipping happily down the street to start on her brisk walk back to the academy. She hit the campus, already knowing that Wednesday was with Eugene, the time to collect their latest batch of honey upon the Hummers this time of year.

Enid sprinted up to their dorm and let Thing down onto their spare bed, the wolf disappearing into her closet for her stash of black-hued trimmings, sure to always keep something on hand, for the amount of times she found herself showering her girlfriend with gifts. She prepared everything perfectly, screwing on the lid to her jar and wrapping it in layers of black tissue paper, finishing the gift with a small, black metallic bow. She left it on the edge of her desk for Wednesday’s inevitable return as she got down to her own work, a K-pop playlist blaring in the background.

She heard familiar footsteps after a while, Enid cutting the music and snatching up her gift, keeping it hidden behind her back as she rocked on the balls of her feet, excitedly awaiting the return of her favorite person.

Wednesday sighed as she cracked the door open, weary from so much work out in the shed, her shoulders unfairly tight as she shrugged off her backpack, and looked up, noticing the excitable air about her girlfriend. Her face wrinkled in curiosity as she walked to meet Enid, her lips pursed as she peered up into those pretty blue eyes.

“You are excited,” she blinked at the eager nod, her arms absently folding as she openly surveyed the blonde, still in her uniform, “Have I missed something, querida?”

Enid snorted out a small laugh, shaking her head as she lifted one of her hands to lovingly tug on the corner of Wednesday’s lapel, “No, silly, you haven’t missed anything! I got you something, though,” she brought the gift out from behind her back, and presented the small bundle, “Ta-da!”

Wednesday glanced down at the small gift, her ears tipped red at the unsolicited present before reaching out to accept it, surprised at the weight as it settled in her palm. Her eyes flicked up to Enid, her flush darkening to a scarlet red as she read the happiness on Enid’s face, her heart flustering at how deeply it managed to always affect her.

She paced a step away as she unwrapped the hefty gift, her brows furrowing as she uncovered the skull-shaped jar, turning her head back toward Enid in mild confusion. The blonde chuckled and walked over, holding her hand out for the trash before nodding toward the jar.

“Wens, you have to open it,” she teased, and bent down to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

The seer nodded absently and screwed the lid off, the delectable smell of coffee immediately permeating her senses, her lashes fluttering slightly at the lovely aroma. Wednesday turned back to Enid, a silent question pressed into her face that had Enid grinning brightly in response.

“It’s a body scrub! I made it myself. Took forever to get the smell right, I had SO much tweaking to do. I figured you could use it whenever you wanted something different.”

Wednesday nodded, bending her head down to get a proper sniff before dipping her finger into the strange scrub, “Thank you, querida, this was unexpected.”

Enid wriggled her shoulders in excitement, Wednesday wandering back to her girlfriend to properly kiss her in hello and in thanks before closing the lid up tight, and leaving it off in the shower stall for later.

She didn’t miss the way Enid’s face lit up when she escaped the bathroom after her shower that night, her cheeks warm with affection at the thoughtful gift, the smell of coffee permanently ingrained into her skin.

She LOVED it.

[crow-aeris]

This one goes out to you, @freelancerofthetriforcekeyblade!

So when it comes to magic and such, i think it depends on the spells and what it requires of the user. like, if the magic runs off of like, life energy or whatever, then it would probably take a toll on the user and their wings would look tattered and unkempt, the feathers fraying, thinning, becoming brittle and fragile.

with the flashes, theyre all wither hummingbirds, or sunbirds. like, not all hummers/sunbirds are flashes, but all flashes are hummers/sunbirds 😔

in all seriousness tho, theyd have to bind/hide their wings since they create drag, and having their wings just out there behind them would 1, slow them down SIGNIFICANTLY, and 2, have the potential to just... rip off of them if the flashes are going too fast. it doesnt matter how good their healing is, i doubt they can regrow limbs.

for metas like duke and hal jordan who have powers that dont directly outright change their biology or make them inhuman (if that makes sense) i think their wings are just, normal wings, maybe a bit sturdier? but hal jordan's just some guy with a powered ring (im p sure) so its whatever

being blessed/cursed would be kinda complicated since it determines what the terms of the blessing/curse are. but i think for jason blood, whenever he calls etrigan, his wings kinda just, turn into leathery stereotypical demon wings (but the transformation itches like crazy, probably.... the only thing ive seen of the two are from that one movie where zatana and john constatine team up with batman and that one acrobat ghost dude)

for billy, i think his wings would reflect the age he's at. for his 12 y/o form, i think he's have the coloration typical of his species's immature/fledgling coloration. but after he shazams himself into cpt marvel, i think he'll display the bright coloration/saturated colors that you'd find in his species (the only thing ive seen of him is the shazam movie 😔)

for martian manhunter... has he ever done hair?? cos wings are complicated, what with each individual feathers needing to be specifically recreated would be similar to hair, and then theres the matter of making the muscles work and everything move in a natural way. even if he manages to recreate wings, they’d look uncanny and wrong, and it freaks people out, and some ids may cry if they see him. It’s like a sickly victorian child looking at ai art with too many elbows/joints and too many fingers: it’d be disconcerting for them, and civillians would be distressed

and as a treat: different species would probably have like, wide-ranging diets. Like carnivorous raptors- alfred, tim, bruce, etc, would have a taste for meat whereas jason, duke, steph, and dick would be more keen toward grains, seeds, trail mixes, stuff like that. Dick in particular would be a FIEND for sweet fruit (the flashes would also all prolly be obsessed with calorie-dense and sugary fruits)

there would probably be plenty of shops/stores that sell insects for primarily insect-eating species, which means eating insects would probably be a more accepted thing in this world than it is in our world currently

As always, if ya’ll have any questions or want to know more abt this au, just shoot me an ask and I’ll (hopefully) reply!

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Prequel fanfic - Gone Girl part 8 - Help from an Unlikely Place

V awoke from her recharge cycle to the sound of the phone ringing in the maid's quarters. She answered the phone with a cute little yawn, "Elliott Manor Maids' Quarters... V speaking." Her LED eyes went wide as she heard N's voice and what he was saying. "Are you sure that's safe?... A-alright..." she worriedly stated before hanging up the phone. She ran down to the garage and hopped in Mr Elliott's pride and joy, his rebuilt 2022 Hummer modified to use a carbeurator and leaded gasoline.

V had driven this car only ONCE in her life before and it frightened her, but she didn't have a choice. She opened the garage door, turned on the big-ass SUV and sped out the door and down the driveway.

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J, N and Tessa sat behind the van, trying to hide from any passing cars.

Tessa started to shiver, she definitely wasn't wearing enough clothes to be out in the cool autumn air.

N took off his panda hoodie, exposing his butler uniform, before he helped Tessa put on the sweater. "There, I'm glad I kept the hoodie now."

Tessa hugged N from the side and softly thanked him with a forehead kiss.

J crossed one leg over the other as she sat on a rock. "When do you think she's going to get here?"

The sound of an obnoxious horn honked out the tune of 'Waltzing Matilda' in the distance.

Tessa stood up in fright and began to pace and cry. "Oh no, it's Father... oh no, oh no.... no no no no no"

J hugged Tessa and got her to duck lower. She scorned, "Stay down, we will wait it out until he passes us." She looked worriedly to Tessa and said in a sad voice, "If this is the end... then, please have this parting gift." She pulled Tessa in by the collar of her shirt and passionately kissed her most trusted human companion.

Tessa, surprised at first by J's action, eventually kissed back, wrapping her arms around her protectress, tears falling from her eyes until she broke the kiss. "Thank you, for everything."

"It was a pleasure, Miss Tessa," J said as she wiped Tessa's tears before they resumed kissing again.

N stupidly peeked up over the van, if he had a tail it would've been swishing in curiosity.

------

A deer sauntered into the road and glanced up at the headlights coming.

"MOVE YOU STUPID DEER, MOVE!" V screamed out as she honked again and again.

The deer didn't move.

N called out, "Oh hey, a deer!" as he saw a deer come flying down the road, bouncing like a beach ball. He watched in horror as the bloodied deer then rose and glared at him with golden eyes before it trudged back into the woods. He laughed in horror, "Well that was horrifying."

The Hummer that had blood on the front of the titanium bumper add-on pulled up and the tinted window rolled down.

V greeted as she adjusted her glasses, "Hey N! I'm here now."

Tessa and J stopped their kissing session at the sound of V and N talking. In unison, they peeked up over the side of the van.

J helped Tessa up the embankment onto the road while N climbed up clumsily.

Once all were in the SUV, they headed back to the Elliott Manor, thankful they had still 5 hours, but getting worried as the night sky was starting to lighten as an omen of the dawn of Tessa's punishment for when she would get home.

To Be Continued.

[witchersmistress]

Car Bomb

Hello my darlings!! after a love/hate filled relationship with this chapter it is finally done!!

As per usual my darling you do not have my permission to copy my work or use parts. if i find out that you are, i will haunt you for the rest of your days.

Trigger warning: Blood, foul language, some soft August.

Word count: 3K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

The low humming around the office is what catches my attention first, the walker boys are leaving for two weeks and I'll be damned if I miss one last play session with August before he leaves. I get up to go make a coffee for August when the alarms go off. 

Attention, Attention this is a code black

I repeat this is a code black you need to evacuate immediately

What in the actual fuck? This has to be a training exercise, but from the way August came charging at me, it clearly wasn't “Lets go” he spat as he dragged us towards to nearest emergency exit and proceed down the stairs, we made it to the second landing with 4 more sets of stairs to go before August put me over his shoulder and raced down them two at a time. The sounds of panicked voices and feet overpowered the stair well along with the strobing red and white lights. We made it to the bottom of the stairs, he kicked the door open, ran out of the building, bringing us over to his Range Rover he settled me down in front of the grill, he held my chin in a firm grip as he looked me over with those blue eyes. “Are you okay sweet girl?” I nodded , still trying to catch my breath as I heard a familiar British accent yell “Oi,” the twins and Gloria raced after us. I climbed in the car with August. “Meet you back at the house,” Baron says, climbing into the passenger seat of Duke’s Hummer. Duke hops up in, and. August turns the key, and a deafening boom rocks the car. The hood flies up so hard it hits the windshield. Glass shatters, spraying us in the face. Flames shoot from under the hood. I hear August cursing through the ringing in my ears from the explosion. He lunges across me, throwing my door open. “Get out of the fucking car,” he’s barks, shoving me so hard I go flying. I roll once before slamming my head into the running board of Duke’s vehicle. Before I can recover, Duke grabs me under the arms and hauls me up, throwing me over his shoulder and darting behind the Hummer.

 August’s standing there cursing and wiping blood off his face. People are running our way, gathering around, the small crowd taking pictures and talking on their phones. “Where’s Baron?” I ask, trying to get my head together. August nods toward the front of the car, and I twist around on Duke’s shoulder to see Baron standing in front of the Range Rover, videoing on his phone. “You can put me down now,” I say to Duke, who deposits me back onto my feet, pushing me into August. August spins me around and grabs me by the shoulders, looking over my face and neck. He picks a few pieces of glass from my skin and brushes off my shoulders. “You hurt?” I shake my head, looking at him the same way. “You?” “Fine,” he says, his jaw tight. I reach for a piece of glass embedded in his chin, but he jerks away and stalks over to the Hummer, climbing into the driver’s seat and slamming the door.

 He pops the hood, then jumps out and pushes Gloria and Baron back when they try to open the hood. I want to yell at him to stop, that he’s going to get himself blown up, but he’s too quick. He lifts the hood, and my throat catches. For one second, I can’t breathe. When nothing happens, my heart turns to rippling liquid in my chest. As if he can tell I’m about to lose my shit, Duke wraps his arms around me from behind and presses his chin down on the top of my head, anchoring me, I’m too relieved to pull away and play it cool, too grateful for his strong arms holding me up so I don’t have to do it on my own for once. August and Baron stand back, and Gloria pokes around under the hood for a few minutes before giving August a thumb’s up. He climbs back into the driver’s seat. “What is he doing?” I ask, darting forward. “Just wait,” Duke says, grabbing me around the waist and yanking me back. A murmur goes up from the crowd, and I try to wrench away, my heart jackhammering. It just about stops when August turns the key. But the car starts normally. A collective exhalation goes through the crowd, and then excited chatter as they realize the show is over, and it’s time to relive the excitement. Gloria closes the hood, and Duke releases me and hops up in the passenger seat.

Baron slides  into the back of the Hummer and throws open the door, giving me a questioning look. “Coming?” still rooted in my spot, i didn't see August get out of the driver’s seat and walked over to me, he grabbed my arm and i flinched and pulled back. “Come on up you get” he said in his usual gruff demeanor. Helping me and my shaking limbs into the car and shutting the door. Jogging back round to the driver side, he gets in and takes off. I see all the office staff gathering around what's left of his Range Rover, including Preston who is wearing a shit-eating grin as August roars out of the lot, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “Mind telling me what the fuck just happened?” I ask.

 “I fucking knew it,” August growls. “I knew he was still up to no good .” “Preston Darling happened,” Baron explains. “He bombed your car?” I ask. Again, there’s a reason I stay out of gang business, and it’s for shit like this. I have no interest in war or blowing shit up. But I’m involved, whether or not I expected this. I knew getting in with the Walkers was dangerous. Everyone told me. You don’t get that much power without making enemies, and their enemies are pretty dangerous, too. “Fucking stalker,” Duke says, shaking his head. “He fights like a girl.” “Smart?” I ask. “Like a pussy,” Duke says. “He’ll never come out of hiding and fight us like a real man.” Maybe because there’s three of you, and only one of him, I think, but I’m not about to say that shit out loud. Besides, a horrible, sickening thought was churning in my stomach. What if it wasn’t Preston Darling? What if it was Mr. D? Does he have other spies besides me? Someone still in the Swans? 

If one of the Walker boys’ friends is a Darling sympathizer, and he told Mr. D that I’m lying, would he target the man who made me change allegiances? Or would he come after me?

“We have to flush him out,” August says. No one says anything for a long minute. “We tried that, the stupid fucker doesn’t leave a trail” Duke says finally. “Wait, what?” I ask, my mind racing. I’m so tangled in this web I can’t find the thread to release me. The boys know I’m not a Swan. If they told Mr. Walker, and he told Mr. D—Preston’s Dad—thinking he’s a friend, and Mr. D went after his son to punish me… Is Mr. Walker going to come after me next? This is way too fucking complicated. If I wanted this disastrous mess of violence and backstabbing and confusion in my life, I would have just tried to be popular at the academy. I didn’t sign up for this shit. “But Preston was at your car when we drove away. How could he have set off the bomb?” I questioned the boys, they all just looked at me like I was crazy. “Fuck him,” August says, ignoring me. “He got his revenge. He doesn’t get to stop us from getting ours.”  “We could go after Magnolia,” Duke says. That about douses me in ice water. This problem is so much bigger than me. “Preston thinks he’s the head of that family now,” Baron says. “If we target her, he might come out and defend her.” “Are you seriously talking about fucking some twenty-year-old?” I ask. “She’s not twenty,” Baron says. “She’s four years younger than us.. She’ll be flattered by the attention of three older guys. Hell, it’ll be like taking candy from a baby.” “So she’s twenty-two?” I demand, glaring at him. “That’s fucked up, y’all.”   “You were fucking guys long before you were twenty-two,” August points out. “Not guys,” I say. “One guy. And it was a huge mistake.” “That’s how you learn,” Duke says, flashing a cocky grin. “Oh, I see,” Baron says slowly, nodding as he studies me. “Don’t try to psychoanalyze me to excuse the sick shit you’re talking about doing,” I snap.  “It’s not about what she did,” Baron explains, as if I’m stupid to have forgotten what he said in the basement. “It’s about what her family did.” “So, you’re going after an innocent girl because you hate her brother.” “He’ll show to save her,” August says. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say. “You’re using her just to get to her brother, because she’s a girl and can’t defend herself from a bunch of thugs?” 

“It’s how the world works, Harper,” Duke says. “Welcome aboard.” “No fucking way,” I say. “You’ll have to think of something else.” “He went after Gloria first,” August says quietly. “That’s how he got away the last time.” “What did he do to Gloria?” “Nothing,” he mutters. “Because we gave in and let him go,” Baron says. “It’s time for him to get a taste of that medicine.” “So, he played dirty, and that makes it right?” I ask. “It’s not about what’s right, Cherry Pie,” Duke says. “All’s fair.” “It’s a good idea,” Baron says

 “What are you going to do to her?” I ask, crossing my arms and glaring across the seat at him. “Whatever it takes,” August says quietly. “What does that mean?” “What do you think it means?” Duke asks, a manic grin on his face. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it quick and painless. Or at least quick.” “What if she doesn’t know where he is?” “Then we’ll send him a message,” Baron says, a gleam of excitement lighting his face. “Videos pack the most punch, don’t you agree, Harper?”  I want to destroy them all over again every time I think about the video they’ve all seen, laughed at, passed around. It’s been a while since I wanted revenge, but I haven’t forgotten what they did to me. It is because of that fucking video it ended up in the hands of Mr.D and how i ended up his puppet. Smart people forgive, but they never forget.

 “How do you even know it was Preston who blew up your car?” I ask. “Do you know it wasn’t?” August asks, watching me in the rearview. “Is there someone else it could have been?” “No,” I say quickly. “I don’t know anything about any of this shit.” He and Duke exchange a look, and I want to scream in frustration because I’m missing something, and I fucking hate not knowing what it is. I have a secret that could destroy August, but he has so many more, and he never shared any of them with me. We’ve been together for months. I got arrested for them, and proved my loyalty to him in that basement. I go to his games, fuck him every way he wants, hang out with his friends. I’ve done everything, and he’s had my back for it, but he’s never trusted me. If he’s not Mr. D, how does he know I can’t be trusted? “It was Preston,” Duke says. “He’s still pissed about what we did to his house.” 

They’re right. Magnolia is weak. Maybe all the Darling women are. Maybe that’s why the Darling men pick them. I remember her mom shrieking as they carried her out. I remember what Baron said about the others—two in a mental institution, one dead by suicide. This has to end. And not just for the Darlings. It has to end for everyone. These boys need help. They’re out of control, and they’re not just destroying the Darlings. They’re destroying themselves. I remember Baron’s unaffected tone when he described what they’d done, how desensitized he is by the whole thing, so he doesn’t even see that it’s wrong. Maybe he really is a sociopath, and he doesn’t know it’s wrong. But Duke does. His constant binge drinking tells me that—he thinks he can numb it all away, and he does a good job of it.

 And then there’s August, with his empty, dead eyes that I almost never see anymore. He needs help more than anyone. It’s been four months since he beat up Colt, four months since he’s had to see a Darling around. The Darlings kidnapped him, and I totally understand   wanting to get revenge. I understand the need for vengeance as much as the next person, but at some point, you have to move on and let go of the fantasy. At some point, you have to let something else matter more. At some point, August’s revenge became just another one of his self-destructive tendencies. He’s not just hurting the Darlings. He’s hurting the Walkers—himself and his brothers. “And if Preston doesn’t come , or he didn't set the bomb, you ruined his sister’s life for nothing?” I ask, keeping my voice steady even though I want to knock some sense into all three of them. “Then it was Colt,” August says. “I hear he’s home from the hospital with a pretty new face. If he’s stupid enough to fuck with us, he deserves to turn around and go right back in.

” No. Fuck no. And fuck all this. I’ve had enough. I’ve done a lot of things this year I’m not proud of. I’ve wondered if I’m even a good person, if August’s darkness and the rottenness of their rich world has made me into a person I don’t like very much. After all, it’s my own ambition, my drive to stay at their elite school, that’s behind every bad thing I’ve done. But this is where I draw the line. It’s one thing to hang out with thugs with criminal ties or to ruin a house. It’s bad enough to fuck the man who nearly killed my friend or to hear what they’ve done in the past. This isn’t their past. This is now. And it ends now.

 “Don’t look so freaked,” Duke says, turning around in the seat and winking at me. “We won’t kill her. We’ll just have some fun with her until her brother comes crawling out of his hole to try and be a hero.” “So you’re going to rape some innocent girl because her brother damaged your car?” “You make it sound so barbaric,” Duke says with mockery in his voice. “It is.” “Maybe you’re right,” Baron says. “But this is the language the Darlings understand. Sure, it’s a little primitive, but it works.” “People have been doing this shit since Viking days, baby,” Duke says. “We’re all just marauders, aren’t we?” No. No, we’re not. I wanted to get in with the Walkers, to be their friend and accepted into their boys’ club. But I’m not participating in this. It didn’t feel right to wreck their house, but to wreck a person… That’s way beyond a line I’m willing to cross. Especially when that person has done zero wrong and doesn’t deserve this in any way. Just because she happens to be born into a family they hate, that shouldn’t

make her a target. I don’t know her feelings about being a Darling, but I can’t help but remember Colt’s story about what they did to his sister. Fuck if I’m going to let that happen again. August pulls up outside my house and parks. “Get out.” “Where are you going?” I ask. “Not your business,” he snaps. “This doesn’t concern you.” Fuck. I shouldn’t have protested out loud. I should have played along, found out when and where they’re going to take her. Now they know I’m not down for this, and they won’t say anything in front of me. They might even suspect the truth—that I’m planning to warn her. My mind races through possibilities. I don’t know Darling's  neighborhood gate code, and her house was basically demolished the last time I saw it. I don’t know if they rebuilt and moved back in. Wherever she is, she’ll be staying with her mom—assuming her mom survived, since I never heard otherwise—hopefully somewhere safe. I could try to track her down, but I’m not sure what car she drives or when she leaves work. I dont have her number or shared co-workers to get it from,  so I can't think of another option right now. I know better than to try to change the Walker boys’ minds. They’re already suspicious enough of outsiders. Once I showed any doubt, it was over. They won’t trust me to know more. I reach for the door, but Baron grabs my wrist.

 “Keep your mouth shut about anything you think you heard today,” he says. “We’ll know if you talk, and it won’t change anything for her. It will only change things for you.” Our eyes meet, and a shiver crawls down my spine. I don’t even want to think about what he means by that. But I also know I’m not going to sit back and do nothing and let them destroy another girl’s life. I’m tough. I can take whatever they dish out. Magnolia can’t.. And who knows how many other girls’ lives they’ve already ruined, and how many more they’ll destroy if I don’t stand up and fight for all of them. For all of us. I climb out of the car. 

Halfway up the walkway, I hear a door slam behind me. My first instinct is to run. To race up the walkway and into the house and lock the door. Fear bolts through me as I hear heavy footfalls on the concrete behind me. The Walker boys always announce their presence with their footsteps, as if even their stride dominates everything around them. They are here, and the world better take notice. August falls into step beside me. He doesn’t say anything until we reach the door. If I ever imagined August walking me to the door, it wasn’t like this. There’s only dread inside me. I feel like I’m on death row. Dead girl walking. “Can I come in?” he asks. No fucking way. Even if we were on good terms right now, he’s not seeing how I live. I turn to face him, shaking my hair back. “Whatever you have to say, just say it.” He meets my eyes squarely, and his voice is flat when it comes. “It’s over.”

[mercifulbutbroken]

Nav Stickmin text post guide

Toyhouse link || Feather Falling AO3 link

Name || Nav Stickmin

Pronouns || He / Him

Gender || Male

Species || Avian (Humans with bird wings)

Birthday || October 20

Occupation || Government Agent

Orientation || Pansexual

Nav is a magpie avian who was born into the toppat clan, and with his utter failure to be a proper thief, he was pushed around and abused alot. Trapped in the brig one day and given the golden opportunity to escape with Charles, he took it, and now works alongside him within the military.

Likes

Charles (Husband)

Diner Food

Late Night Flights

Cooking

Date Nights

Dislikes

The Toppat Clan

Fancy Food

Small Spaces

Hospitals

Trivia / Fun Facts

His world is adapted for the presence of avians in the absence of humans, like clothing that allows other avians to stick their wings out of the back of their shirts, dresses, etc.

Buildings also have a few entrances if placed on an upper floor, allowing an avian to enter through them.

As a magpie, his diet allows him to eat nearly everything, but has a preference for diner food.

Feather necklaces presented to another avian holds the same weight as a wedding ring.

Nav hides a stash of snacks in his room, despite living in his own house

His cherry pie recipe have won countless baking contests

The three feathers around his neck belong to his husband, Charles (who is a hummer avian), and he treasures this necklace with his life.

[thenexusofsouls]

“Are you ok? You don’t look so good.” (For Wade)

Wade was really not having a good day. He'd apparently screwed up parking his Hummer and it had gotten towed. To where, he didn't know. It was daylight, now, making matters worse as he tried to figure out where they'd taken his car. He'd never been in New York City before and he was already starting to hate it. Everything was too noisy, too smelly, and too unfriendly. Granted, some of that was due to his newly heightened vampires senses, but he still wasn't having a good time.

The more he wandered around in the daytime, the worse he felt. His hoodie only helped so much, and the heat of the sun was almost unbearable. It felt like he was standing next to a fire. His breathing was shallow and his skin was clammy as he tried to walk down the street, but soon he was staggering. There was a ringing sound in his ears and no amount of blinking was getting his vision any clearer. Before too long, he leaned with his back against the concrete wall of a building and slid down to the ground, just needing the world to stop spinning for a while.

Shielding his face from the sun with his hand, he tried to look up and see any kind of street signs that might tell him where he was. He wasn't sure he could find his car in time. This is bad. If he couldn't get to his mobile shelter, he was going to have to get indoors... fast. But that was when he noticed that a woman had stopped near him, asking him if he was okay.

"Not really," Wade said. He coughed and tasted blood. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where they tow cars around here, would you?" He tried his best to get back up on his feet and look at her, but the damned sun was still right in his face. A hard, painful knot was twisting in his gut, like someone was stabbing him and twisting the knife over and over. It made it hard to breathe. "Or... can I... is there a way to get inside any of these buildings? I don't see any doors..." He couldn't see much of anything right now, though, so that didn't mean anything.

[goldengashes]

taylor swift lyrics as tsbu portwell

*potential spoilers for tsbu (by @lovelyserpentines) ahead!

1. how you get the girl - ej picking up gina from louisiana

the road trip that started it all. and twenty-five hours is insane. like, mind-bogglingly insane. how do you get the girl? do whatever the hell tsbu ej does, boys.

2. sweet nothing - portwell movie night and risotto

just like me, taylor is a fan of portwell fluff. she told me herself. i mean, the whole concept and vibe of this song fits pw so well. and ej is totally a hummer.

3. dress - the aftermath of gina’s ‘intimidation tactics’

after reading this scene the first time, my mind went straight to this song. i don’t blame gina, i would have a hard time trying to not kiss tsbu ej if he was real.

4. daylight - gina sneaking in ej’s bed in his nyu dorm (again)

it’s scary how accurate this is. just above this paragraph gina was fantasizing about staying in ny with ej, as girlfriend and boyfriend. crazy.

5. paper rings - this incredibly iconic cliffhanger

i haven’t been the same since tsbu. they are truly the peak of best friends to lovers excellence.

[titleknown]

"Some random people told me they don't think video games are necessary. And this is why degrowth should scare everyone!"

Okay. That's still a strawman. But if video games are the issue you care about most, that's fine. Just say that up front next time. So anyway, how exactly does growth make better video games than degrowth? My favorite video game is Zelda Windwaker. A decade of exponential industry growth has not been able to bring me a better game than Windwaker. In order to continue industry GDP growth, it's an endless cycle of expensive DLC and labor abuse. That's the reality.

So, once again, read some JK Steinberger and maybe you'll calm down. Or, if you don't like listening to women, you can read Jason Hickel and calm down that way.

[In reference to this post]

...I feel like I'm being strawmanned here, because it wasn't just about vidjagames, but rather about the ways in which they treat "inefficient" interests, and what that says about the problems with their philosophy.

Like, while videogames can be useful as a metonymy for that, even with devices as broad as desktop computers or art tablets, I have never heard anyone into degrowth say a fucking nice thing about any of the computing devices I use for self-expression.

From everything I've seen, they regard it as the same sort of wasteful toy for the Global North as Hummers or McMansions, even if it's a lifeline or a vital means of creation for some of us. In fact, it feels like they regard any new technology that can't be kitbashed together or that doesn't work with their "hippie aeceticism for all" vision as being Like That.

Like, I've heard them shit on automation, on nuclear power, on asteroid mining, the list goes on. I'm afraid to have any hope in any new technological changes these days because I know they'll come out of the woodwork to say "Oh, this is bad actually and you're a bad person for taking hope in it," because it always happens, in real time on my Tumblr dash!

Like, I don't bring up the person saying that "Any new technology that can't be kitbashed from existing parts would devastate the global south" and "the idea of emerging technologies is a capitalist grift" as a singular gotcha, but because I've heard the sentiments animating that from the degrowth crowd so often that it feels like saying the quiet part out loud.

Like, to cite Giorgios Kallis again, he's said stuff like this

Indeed, I have made a general case for a culture of prudence—a culture that is reflexively inclined toward limit rather than limitlessness. One area where precaution is necessary is technology. We cannot cease to pursue knowledge, but we can no longer pretend that the limitless pursuit of technology is unproblematic. Ours is the first predominantly secular society that will have to devise institutions to limit the directions that knowledge takes without limiting knowledge itself. How we will be able to achieve this is hard to say, but recognizing that we have to is a crucial start.

and

Scaling up limits controls free-riding and absolves individuals from having to be ever vigilant of their conduct. I don’t want to wonder constantly whether I should consume this or that; I want government to tell me what we have agreed not to consume.

Like, that rings alarm bells to me on the idea that the vision of degrowth includes chokepoints on resources to choke out "inefficient" uses in the arts or sciences, the same as under capitalism just with a different underlying worldview justifying it.

That you would be technically free to do whatever you want, but if whatever technological project you wanted required something more complicated than a peanut crusher you'd have to beg and plead for them to let you access it, same as under capitalism.

Like, again, these people who think that the devices I use as a means of expression and communication are decadent toys, what would they say when I need a replacement?

What would the hypothetical organization Kallis says to stop the "bad" pursuit of technology say to the scientist researching a "niche" field for science's sake, or an emerging technology that would enrich human life but would require new infrastructure?

The sort of politically-active class-resentful person who wrote "About Hating Art" and who seems to infest degrowth circles would probably love to shrink any discipline that requires specialized artists (such as say, animation) small enough to drown in a bathtub!

...To digress, the reason I haven't read Steinberger is because I haven't seen specific stuff of theirs cited in a place where I could read it (Or pirate it in the case of Kallis' book).

But I do know about Hickel. And I know he's cited a lot as a "hopeful" face of Degrowth. I also know he's buddy-buddy with Kallis. You know, the very dominant person in Degrowth circles who said all that crazy bullshit, from what I know they've collaborated a lot.

That says to me that either A) Hickel is ignorant of the implications of what Kallis says or B) He knows about them but does not care that Kallis is saying the quiet part out loud. Neither of these are good.

And like... the thing is on games you're not wrong. Like, there's a reason I mainly play indie games or older games these days.

Hell, there's a reason that, as I said in another post, I think that GDP is very stupid! I think that the modern means of growth and its dependence on collapse as a form of "degrowth" is also very bad and stupid!

The old aphorism "Fire is a good servant, but a terrible master" very much applies to growth! But it also applies to degrowth, and so much of what I read appears to show that y'all don't get that!

Like... leftism's promise to me always felt like you don't have to choose between the wellbeing of all and the freedom to create, where everyone could live comfortably and have the time and resources to pursue their passions.

But from everything I've seen Degrowth betrays those by saying you have to choose, and that the "good life" only applies if you want to live a very specific way or can forcibly modify your desires to do so. It all comes off as very "Bread and roses, but fuck you if you like tulips."

I see this especially from Resilience.org, which is where I was first introduced to degrowth, which loves the shit out of the atomized hyperlocal bootleg-Ghibli "transition town" movement, which probably shaped my negative view on it if that helps you understand me better.

And like... I get you're approaching in good faith, and I can understand where you're probably coming from. But like, I wish y'all could understand why so much of what your movement says sounds like that beyond blaming us

[multi-fandom-imagine]

so are we all in love with Alejandro? 😂 but since you’re bored at work I have a request in which the reader and Alejandro are married and graves meets her for the first time and flirts with her in front of Alejandro not knowing she’s married bc obv they’re on a mission and the rings are off but he ends up telling Graves to back off and it ends up in hot possessive sex between Alejandro and the reader 😊😊😊😊

Alejandro deserves all the love man! He ran into a burning building to save his second in command.

👀👀

Writing this on the way to work.

SEX IN A HUMMER

ALEJANDRO LEAVING MARKS ON THE READERS BODY SO HE KNOWS!!

[starsweeperskies]

With Scarlet and Violet right around the corner (and less than a day away! Can you believe it?) I went back to the Fakemon project I started at the beginning of this year. It was a major passion project, and is still being worked on to this day. I currently have no intention of making a game out of them, so it’s more likely to someday become a video series once I can either fix or purchase a new microphone. And if you’re wondering about the style change between the first one and the other two, it was simply me saying ‘screw it’ and using my usual simple shading instead of trying to mimic the official art. Regardless, here are your starters of the Orzak region and their full evolution lines. 

Orchili (from Trochiliformes and Orchids), the Hummer Pokemon. Grass type. Overgrow/Honey Gather (HA). Orchili are often found nestled in large groups of flowers. Their ruffs will later produce differing blooms based on where they were born.

Passylph (from Passiflora and Sylph, a type of hummingbird), the Flightful Pokemon. Grass. Overgrow/Honey Gather (HA). Passylph’s wings are said to beat at 100 beats per minute. Their loud buzzing is said to deter other grass types. 

Huitziflora (from Huitzil and Flora), the Flowereater Pokemon. Grass/Dragon. Overgrow/Flower Gift (HA). Its flowers have grown to mimic the flowers in its territory. They battle fiercely with each other for mates. 

Huitziflora’s flower colors vary depending on if it was born in the North, East, South, or West of the region. The pink, blue, and white colors are those of the Southern region. 

Bumblaze (from Bumble and Blaze), the Bumble Pokemon. Fire/Bug type. Blaze/Levitate (HA). Its flames burn with a mysterious substance that it leaves behind when it flies. Forest fires are common where these pokemon nest.

Bombug (from Bomb and Bug), the Waxweld Pokemon. Fire/Bug. Blaze/Levitate (HA). It carries around a ball of wax it drops onto its foes to slow them down, then cooks their food using the flames it lights with its antennae. 

Imobuzation (from Immolation and Buzz), the Waxweld Pokemon. Fire/Poison. Blaze/Levitate (HA). Its stingers are known to freeze its opponents with its waxy venom. It then stores its prey underground for its young to feed on. 

Imobuzation’s smoke color differs depending on the region it evolves in. The dark purple smoke colors are those of the Southern region. 

Puppaddle (From pup and paddle), the Bobbing Pokemon. Water type. Torrent/Ball Fetch (HA). A friendly Pokemon, Puppaddle are often seen as the companion to the elderly and the disabled due to its smarts, but it is also popular with hunters for its tracking abilities.

Goldifloat (from golden, float, and goldies, a nickname for golden retrievers), the Sporting Pokemon. Water. Torrent/Ball Fetch (HA). The rings around its body expand when it finds someone who needs help. While most often this is used to help drowning humans and Pokemon, its rings also have some healing abilities. 

Fertriever (from Ferry and Retriever), the Ferry Pokemon. Water/Fairy. Torrent/Defiant (HA). Fertriever is known to carry large amounts of Pokemon and people across the water at a time. It likes to push itself to do its best, no matter the odds, to save people. 

Fertriever’s yellow and orange coloration may actually be different depending on where in the region it evolves in. The yellow and orange are those of the Southern region. 

And there we have it! I’ll probably be plopping these suckers in batch of 3 pictures going forward as I readjust the Pokedex for the new Scarlet and Violet additions, new megas, and a possible new ‘gimmick’. (Ironically, I chose Past vs Future for this project, before Scarlet and Violet was announced. Although in this case it’s more Tradition vs Innovation.)

[khrused-archived]

[ PUBLIC ] for Blake ofc

the metal of a rocking vehicle creaks to an unknown rhythm  ──────  echoing throughout the street, still wet from a fresh midnight drizzle.... to a careful ear, there is a subtle moan ringing past the windows of the black hummer as hera grinds down into his lap, riding the girth of his cock, burring him deeper and deeper within her tightening heat...

a palm presses to the fogging glass, another grasping at the headrest behind his head, leverage as she rides him harder, meeting every thrust of his hips with a roll of her own, crying out in pleasure as roughed fingertips dig into her skin. her head careens towards his shoulder as her thighs begin to tremble; the hot, wet walls of her sex squeezing about his arousal as she collapses into the width of his chest as entrusts her final pleasure into his hands,    ❝  ────── fuck!  ❞    she curses into his neck, her hand falling from the headrest to tangle in his hair, muffling moans and labored breath against his skin, each roll of her hips more languid than the last ― savoring every wave of pleasure despite her weakening grasp,    ❝  cum for me, baby...  ❞    she encourages with yet another roll of her hips, lips parting for a silent gasp as the tip of his member caresses her most sweetest of spots, eyes fluttering shut as she lifts herself along his length and slams herself back down, savoring the way he feels entering her once again ― the way she stretches about his girth, how he fits so perfectly within her...    ❝  ― i want to cum with you...please...  ❞    /     @spungolden  ,  nsfw prompts (ac)

[ravenspeakrp]

Welcome to Raven’s Peak, Amber, we’re excited to have you. Grayson Elijah Smith (Regé-Jean Page, Werewolf) has been accepted. Please be sure to stop by the CHECKLIST for the follow list, tags to track, and other reminders.

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: Amber PRONOUNS: She/Her AGE: 30+ TIMEZONE: CST

IN CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Grayson Elijah Smith SPECIES: Werewolf AGE: 35 DATE OF BIRTH: March 14 GENDER IDENTITY: Male NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown OCCUPATION: History Professor WORKPLACE: Ravenlock University POSITIVE TRAITS: Honorable, Leader, Reliable NEGATIVE TRAITS: Detached, Cynical, Acrimonious LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: Most of his life outside the military FACE CLAIM: Regé-Jean Page

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: PTSD TW, Injury TW, Blood TW, Bomb TW, Amputee TW, War TW, Body Image TW

For generations, the Smith family have been the proud protectors of Raven’s Peak. A legacy that lives on to his current generation of Smith children.

Grayson Elijah came into this world not prepared for the legacy of his family to be placed on his shoulders. Despite having an older sister and brother, the third child of the Smith family was raised the same as his older siblings with a strict regimen at home. Even as a baby, ferberized him using the technique for him to learn to self soothe and cry it out. As he got older, a number of chores were placed upon him, which included waking up early to make up his bed, tidy up his room, and help his mother prepare breakfast along with his other siblings.

In high school, Grayson maintained his 4.0 grade average which many would find to be a great accomplishment, but for his family it was just part of their high expectations. During his time in school, he was the pitcher for the baseball team and running back for the football team and even created a few records that have yet to be beaten to this day at the school.

As he got older, it became abundantly clear military service was expected from him. Grayson wanted to go to college first, but the weight of his family’s dedication to the armed forces moved him into the direction of joining the Marines soon after graduation, following his sister and other family members.

After basic training, he received an assignment only a few hours from Raven’s Peak where on the weekends he would come home to visit his family. It was during this time he met a woman and fell in love with her. The two after dating only a year, eloped causing some friction between the family and him.

Life in the military fared easy for the Smith son, he was used to a strict regimen and was in the best shape of his life and had a beautiful wife on his arm. In fact, he started college while in the military working on a Bachelor’s in History until he was called to the war. It was his first tour in the war zone and there was some excitement for the young man. A way to show his father that he was worthy of the Smith name.

Several months in the desert passed, things were steady for the most part. At least until his unit was called to transfer materials across to another base. Everything appeared safe, he was leading the Hummer across a dirt road armed, one gun strapped around him and other weapons to maintain the safety of everyone there.

All he remembered was a loud ringing in his ears and his head pounding, when he managed to open his eyes a cloud of dust was everywhere and he could hardly hear anything from the ringing. Lying on his back, it took several moments for him to realize what happened and as he lay there in shock he could feel his body starting to go cold and eventually blacked out.

Grayson woke up in a hospital several hours later, he looked around and saw several bandages on his arms that blood was leaking through and he still had a pounding head. As his senses started to come back, he hesitantly lifted the light blanket from his body to see part of his right leg missing causing him to fall back and quietly cry.

Soon afterwards, he was sent to a hospital in the US and then to a rehabilitation clinic where he had to learn to walk with a prosthetic and try to regain some movement in his right arm where he received nerve damage from the blast.

Eventually, his wife and he came to Raven’s Peak where he pursued higher education eventually receiving his Doctorate in History. However, during all this time studying he became isolated refusing to allow people in and causing friction within his marriage. Refusing to go to therapy or open up led to his wife filing for a separation and eventually a divorce.

Now, he teaches at Ravenlock University known as one of the toughest professors in the school and keeps people at bay not wanting anyone to feel sorry for him.

EXTRAS

FILLING CONNECTION: Yes - Neylani Smith & Isaiah Smith’s third sibling/brother