#an organisational shitshow

[doctorjameswatson]

Basingstoke Comic Con 2024: a summary

[voidsuckers]

wasn't online for a few days - went to Dublin Pride with my best friend for their birthday and then the Hella Mega Tour with my mom

[enter-the-phantom]

Okay, sit down, Tumblr. Let me get on my soapbox for a moment.

I want to talk about Windows95Man and Henri Piispanen and why we should all be applauding them. And no, this isn’t another “crown the pantsless Finn” shitpost.

I know I joke about my love for these two a lot, and I’ve kind of become the Windows95Man guy this week, but with all the drama and chaos going on, they really do deserve recognition for what they did. And I’m so dead serious about that. There is a reason I adore this stupid act so goddamn much.

This competition was a shitshow and was very stressful, for the performers as well as the audience. It was tense and hostile, and even when our favorites for the win were performing, we could never really relax because we wanted so badly for them to beat the team that should not have been there and that was turning this into a nightmare for everyone involved. We were so scared of the points and the voting at every turn, wondering if the EBU was going to pull another stunt. It was miserable even when our favorites did well. And we are all heartbroken for Joost. It was a disgrace and it wasn’t fun.

Now. “No Rules!” was the joke entry and it never stood a chance in hell and everyone knew it. I guarantee you they knew it and they never expected to get this far. But for a few minutes, everyone got to forget about the cruelty and the politics and the unfair treatment and the harassment, and just watch a crazy dude run around pantsless on stage. We got to be consumed by pure, unbridled joy and happiness for a few minutes, together, because this entry wasn’t a threat to anyone’s win and never set out to be. They did not come here to win—according to Teemu himself, they came to spread a few moments of joy to a world and an audience that desperately needed it. That is all they came to do. And that is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

It is such a deeply moving and wonderful thing to watch people laughing together with the people they hated only moments ago. The way the crowd roared when that stupid denim egg opened was a truly emotional moment in a way I can’t quite express. No matter what flag they were waving, everyone in that audience was singing along and cheering on these two madmen, united in the sheer hilarity and chaos of those few minutes. When that man’s shorts descended from the rafters and he lit those sparklers, we weren’t crying for Joost or worrying about the final outcome or panicking. We were laughing, and we were laughing together. Laughter is healing and it’s unifying. And it may have been only a few moments in a week that was bitter and stressful for all involved, but that is worth something to unite people in such a way.

According to all sources, the Finnish team was nothing but kind and warm to everyone and did exactly what they set out to do. They can go home with their heads held high knowing they made people smile. I have so much deep respect for these two and their team for being the joy and fun this competition was so sorely missing. They never lost that spark and that drive to make people happy, because that was their only goal. And it’s probably melodramatic because I’m a performer myself. But they are my heroes for it. And I mean that with all the sincerity I have.

With all the drama and the horrible things happening in this organisation and the world at large, I just don’t want us to forget two of the unsung heroes just because their entry was never a real contender. They deserve better than that, because they more than succeeded in what they came out here to do.

All the love and all the applause in the world to Teemu Keisteri and Henri Piispanen, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. 🇫🇮❤️👖

[tacticaldiary]

Taken

Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

When she gets taken, kidnapped right under his nose, Soap knows that he’ll do anything to get her back. All hell breaks loose as the search begins and a tearful reunion ensues. 

A/N: First COD fanfic! Request box is open, please send through anything you’d wanna see written from Modern Warfare 1 and 2!

Masterlist

“Where is she?” Soap snarls, roughly slamming the soldier against the nearest metal beam. Gunshots ring around them, pinging off the warehouse as the rest of the Task Force clears out the remaining grunts. When the man says nothing, scowling up at him instead, Soap slams his against the metal again, a sickening crack cutting through the air as the soldier’s head cracks against the surface. 

“Not gonna ask you again, ya hear me?” Soap hisses, accent thick and rough with furious urgency. “If the next thing I hear isn’t a location, there’ll be a bullet between your eyes.” The man goes clammy as the hot barrel of Soap’s gun digs into his forehead. 

She was gone. 

The love of his life, the one person who was the best at keeping him afloat. The one person he swore he’d protect throughout the shitshow that his life was, had been targeting. 

Because of him. 

The thought sends another wave of fresh fury through him. 

The moment he’d found out that she’d been plucked right out of their apartment, Soap had grabbed his gear and was fully ready to storm off to do whatever it took to find her. The only reason he had backup was because Price had physically ordered him to stop and cool his head. The others were just as fond of her as he was, so Soap knew that their intentions were level-headed but with just as much urgency as his. 

She worked as a strategist on their team, an integral part of the foundations of their missions. Well liked amongst the team, even by people as notoriously cold as Ghost, she’d caught his eye the moment he saw her. 

It hadn’t taken long for Soap to take the chance to ask her out and here they were now. 5 years later, engaged and going strong. 

And now she was gone. 

When Soap cocks the gun, finger placed on the trigger with the intention to shoot this bastard and move on to the next, he’d slaughter this entire warehouse until he wrung out the information from their corpses if he had to, the man finally stutters out what he’s looking for. 

“S-safe house three miles west.” He blurts out.  

“Good lad.” Soap spits out, venomous and jarring. It’s so unlike him to be this intense, the easy-going fellow nowhere to be seen. Knocking the man unconscious and shoving him unceremoniously to the ground, he makes his way to the exit of the warehouse, tapping on his comms and relaying the location to his team. 

“Copy.” Comes Ghost’s gruff voice over the comms. “Rendezvous at the vehicle in 5.”

                                  · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

She can’t move without some part of her body spiking with pain. 

For the past 12 hours, she’s been tied down to a chair upright, the wood digging into her back, her wrists raw and bloody from rope burn. 

The organisation wanted to know about Johnny, about the Task Force, about their safehouses, and future plans. Knowing the consequences of blabbering, she’d kept her mouth shut and her glare sharp, disclosing nothing even after being beaten bloody and touched in ways that made her skin crawl. 

Bruises mar her skin, and she wonders how long it’ll take before her team find her. 

Because they would find her. She had no doubt about that. As loyal as a pack of dogs, the team had grown close to something akin to a family for her. they would find her, she was sure of it. 

She just wasn’t sure she’d last until then.

Johnny. Her heart aches as she thinks about what she would give to see him right now. Capable as she was, he always brought about a sense of safety with him. She always felt like nothing could touch her when he was with her, making her laugh, flirting, throwing her over his shoulder, and making her squeal.  

Letting her body sag forward when the two men interrogating her finally, leave the room is a painful relief. Admittedly she’s not sure if she can take many more rounds of their cruelty. Which is exactly why she needs to escape as soon as she can. 

One of them had been standing behind her, yanking her head back by her hair earlier, and she’d taken the chance to blindly swipe at a small pocket knife tucked into his pocket. She draws it out of her tattered sleeve where it had been concealed and slowly, clumsily saws at the ropes around her wrists with it. 

the blade nicks her a few times, but eventually the ropes drop loose. Sighing in relief, quickly undoing the ones around her ankles, she stands unsteadily, looking around the room for anything she could use to assist her. 

A metal table bolted to the ground near one of the corners and a cupboard pushed towards the back of the room. Aside from those, the room is barren. 

Limping over, she pulls the cupboard open, groaning in frustration when she finds it empty, save for a few cobwebs. What the hell was the point in having it here if-

There’s a bang from outside, a door slamming. Footsteps thundering down the hall. 

Her heart races. 

Angry. It sounded so angry. 

They’d had enough of her silence, she guesses. Those footsteps would only sound that angry if they decided she was worthless to keep around. They were coming to kill her, or worse, put her through something that would make her wish they’d kill her. 

She scrambles into the cupboard, clicking it shut and submerging herself in darkness. The beating of her heart was too loud, her shaky exhale too audible.

She slaps a hand over her mouth as the door to the room slams open, voices barking clearer, footsteps louder. She can’t make out what they’re saying,  just that it’s loud and aggressive and tight. 

They were going to find her any moment, throw open the cupboard and shoot her there and then. God, she wished she could see the others one last time. Tease Ghost with Gaz, and spend her evenings with Price going over maps and plans. 

Be in Johnny’s arms one last time. See that smile that made her warm and hear that deep voice whisper in her ear.

Tears prick the corners of her eyes, burning hot as she readies herself. Clutching the knife in tightly, she resigns herself to her demise. If she was going out, she was going out fighting. 

‘I’m sorry, Johnny.’ She thinks, holding her breath as footsteps approach the cupboard. ‘I hope you’re not the one that finds my body’ With that one last morbid thought, she throws open the door and yells, barrelling into the first person in her way, swinging the knife. 

She hears a curse as it nicks someone’s shoulder, and then someone’s got her by the wrists, prying the knife out of her hands. 

“Let me go!” She yells, kicking and scratching, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her body aches but she refuses to die on their terms, she-

“-me, It’s alright!” The voice filters into her mind, ebbing into coherency. She realises that the grip on her wrists is not bruising, the hold her captor has on her is not painful. 

A deep voice, Scottish drawl, familiar hands holding her firmly in place. 

Her knees buckle with relief at the realisation.  

“I’ve got ya, baby. You’re safe, I’ve got ya.” Soap says frantically, catching her, and lowering her to the floor gently. He goes down with her, kneeling and releasing her wrists to cup her cheeks. “Shit, your freezing.” He breathes, wild eyes looking her up and down, charting her injuries and wounds. 

“Johnny?” Her voice breaks, hands coming up to clutch at his arms. 

“Yeah, it’s me, darling. It’s me.” He pulls her in fiercely, pressing her against himself. His arms winding around her waist, his hand in her hair...it all cracks the knot of tension in her chest and draws out a terrible sob. 

“I didn’t- I couldn’t-” She trails out into a sob, crying out her exhaustion and terror into his strong shoulder. “They wanted to know-”

Soap hushes her, tells her not to talk, to not worry, that he’s here now, and all of it just makes her sob harder. 

He was here. He was here and real and she was in his arms and safe.

Safe.

She was safe.

                                 · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The relief of having her again, of seeing her not unharmed, but alive...it has him praying to whoever the hell was up there. 

Soap holds her while she cries, reassuring himself that they had made it in time. 

The way she had lunged at him, how she’d attacked with such a wild, instinctual fear had anger igniting his blood. There was so much blood, her clothes half in tatters. Bruises, gashes, cuts, and injuries everywhere.

The fact that her hair was damp and tangled gave him a sneaking suspicion that waterboarding had not been off the table.

Once she’s calmed down- hell, once he’s calmed down- Soap pulls away slightly, brushes some of the tears off of her cheeks.  “I’m gonna get ya outta here, alright? The boys have cleared this place out, nobody else is gonna hurt ya.” He assures her, gently helping her stand. The second he catches her limp, he disregards all plans of helping her walk, picking her up easily in his arms instead. 

The fact that she’s too tired to protest otherwise only makes him more worried. 

“I didn’t-...I didn’t tell them anything.” She whispers after a few seconds of silence. Soap was walking them out to the medic tent they had set up outside the safehouse. 

“I know.” He nods, offering her the smallest of smiles. “You’re a stubborn one, we know.” He had no doubt she wouldn’t comply. Always been a strong one, that girl. 

“Thank you.” She closes her eyes, breathing through the ache in her body. “I didn’t know if I could...you know,” she admits quietly. “I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again. Any of you.” Her breath hitches at the last part, a testament to how close he’d gotten to losing the best thing in his life. 

His heart twists painfully, his grip tightening on her as they enter the tent. 

“I’ll always find ya, baby.” He says, laying her down, watching people crowd around her immediately. “This’ll never happen again, I swear it.” 

He sure as hell would make sure of it. Soap can tell she won’t cling to consciousness much longer, not when the adrenaline is fading out of her systems and those injuries, so he sits himself down next to her, clutches onto her hand until she drifts away, his name on her lips. 

“I’m right here.” He whispers, bringing her bloody palm up to press a kiss onto it. “Always will be.”  

Requests Are Open!

(13/06/2023)

[depressed--and--bisexual]

The double standard is so crazy

Making 1 (one) "unlawful threat" -> Disqualification

Harassing numerous delegations, posting artists without their consent, and be a propaganda organisation for a genocidal state -> that's cool I guess

"Zero tolerance policy" bullshit EBU. If you had a sliver of a spine you would have removed israel before they even got a chance to participate

This might be the last year I watch esc. This contest is a travesty, and deserve whatever shitshow it ends up being

Also, Free Palestine

[hilacopter]

it's hilarious how bad jvp is at pretending to be jewish. like i'm just here to watch the shitshow at this point. every time i think "there's no way they can possibly get worse" they get worse. anyone who believes they jvp is a genuine jewish organisation a. doesn't know shit about judaism b. is desperate for antizionist token jews c. both. and it's usually c. they're literally autism speaks but for jewish people and if you use them as a source or as a gotcha i am not going to take you seriously.

[bullet-prooflove]

Scars: Bobby Reyes x Reader

Tagging: @trublu2u @yezzyyae @witches-unruly-heart @kmc1989

Bobby’s been told from an early age that he’s broken, unwanted. It’s a message that’s been carved into his soul through years of abuse and neglect in the foster system. Everyday when he looks in the mirror he sees those scars, the cigarette burns etched in a pattern up his torso.

When things start to get serious between the two of you, he’s shy about showing you his body. The echoes of his history litter his skin and he isn’t sure he’s ready for you to see the ugliness of his life.

In his world you’re the sunshine, the warmth on his skin as he steps out into the springtime air. You don’t know about his darkness, the nights he can’t get out of his own head because he’s reliving the suffering he’s endured.

All of that goes out of the window the evening that you undress for him. It’s been getting heated between the two of you, needy kisses and slow grinding on the couch that leads to you coming on his fingertips, his hand thrust into your jeans. You look beautiful underneath him, fucked out with swollen lips from his kisses.

“There’s something I need to show you.” You say in the aftermath, slipping from the couch and raising to your feet. “It’s the reason we’ve been taking things slow.”

You don’t look at him as you unbutton the blouse that you’re wearing, you strip off the fabric to reveal your skin and he sees he’s not the only one that’s been keeping secrets.

Four years ago, there was an SVU investigation into a sex trafficker called Herman Holmes. He used to brand the girls with his initials, always in the same place, upon the curve of the left breast. He wanted to be able to see it when he fucked them, to know what they belonged to him. SVU had managed to get an operative into the organisation, a female detective to posing as a madam. It had turned into a shitshow when he’d taken a shine to her, decided to make her one of his girls. Bobby knows the story, every cop in Manhattan does because it’s a UC’s worse nightmare.

When he sees the brand on your skin, the ridges of it bright pink against your flesh, his jaw clenches. You were missing for over fifteen hours, and he knows the kind of bad shit that can happen in that time.

When you see the expression on his face, he feels you withdrawing. You swallow hard, your gaze turning distance as you begin to button up your blouse.

“Yea.” You say focusing on the task. “I thought as much.”

It’s happened before, he can tell. Someone has looked at you and decided you’re not worth their time, their effort. They’ve told you  that the trauma was too much to handle, that you’re too much. That’s not Bobby though, he sees the beauty in you, the compassion, the kindness.

He captures your hand before you can bolt, his fingers threading through yours as he draws you back into his lap.

“You’re not the only one who knows how cruel this world is.” He tells you, taking your palm and guiding it underneath the hem of his Henley. He exhales as your fingertips trace over one of the cigarette burns.  “Who knows what it’s like to be marked by it.”

“Bobby…” You whisper and his thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek.

“You’re not ugly.” He tells you, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I’m sorry you felt you had to hide this from me.”

“You know that goes both ways. You’re an attractive man, I’d be lucky to have you” You say as you look into his eyes and in that moment he believes you, because you’re the same you and him, both battered by the world, scarred by it but not broken, never broken.

“You do have me.” He tells you, his lips brushing over yours. “You’ll always have me.”

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[triangular-eye]

moods of the moon orbiting through the zodiacs ♏️🌚🌊

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

「 hiii:> this is more of a little throwaway hehe post rather than objective like i usually like to put out, but i’ve been in a bit of a creative block and moon in the different zodiacs is some of what i have been pondering on…｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ 」

「 this is my observation of what my general state is like throughout the different moon signs, i am a cancer sun, scorpio moon 2nd house. it would be interesting to see if other water moons relate to my experiences, or to hear some opposing opinions, which i seem to encounter from fire moons XD 」

- aries: feelings of strange, uneasy, slightly depressed, anger and uncertainty

it’s as if i was struggling to BE in my masculine energy, i would be embodying it, yet uncomfortable with how to proceed.

- taurus: i feel blessed, stable, calm & collected

i felt like i was simply set. the way i am needed to be. i have everything i could ever ask for energetically. i might have felt best during this moon since my scorpio moon is lacking exactly that, the taurus’ influence of enjoying the simplicity, i feel emotionally whole when the taurus moon comes by…

- gemini: numb, heavy anxiety, panic attacks, certainty about life yet uncertainty about self

gemini moon is a time of heavy uncertainty in myself, it feels similar to aquarius and the uranus influence but more in your face, aquarius is more of a creeping in the background type of uneasiness, gemini feels like a sudden jumpscare, and when quiet, preparing for another jumpscare.

- cancer: crying, feeling homely, feeling a lot of love for everyone (faint ‘mdma effect’)

crying with enjoyment for crying, pouring from the heart, feeling whole and complete when balancing the mother (cancer home of moon) alongside the father (capricorn - opposite side of axis), or balancing between your house feeling like a home and your career. i might’ve had an easier time with the cancer moon since i’m a water moon, i’d imagine air placements having a tough time here..

- leo: confidence, being put together, clear mind

leo moon is THAT BITCH ERAAAA!!! am i the only one? literally no notes just feeling like that bitch at all times😭🤣 my leo stellium is showing here sorry x

- virgo: organising your life, organising your mind, being on top of things

virgo is a time of organising EVERYTHING! the house, the corners of each cupboard, every drawer, my mind, my subconscious, my feelings etc etc

- libra: crying, releasing attachments in relationships, unsettled anger

libra moon is always a shitshow for me yall🤭, problems about every romantic person i’ve ever dealt with start to arise out of nowhere naaaahh😭😭

- scorpio:unsettled grief, breakdowns, feeling ‘far away’, physical pains that were previously not dealt with, realising how far you’ve come

scorpio is SO… attention seeking. like hell? do you acknowledge my influence? not enough… oh okay… so remember that family member that died ages ago? remember your childhood pets? do you realise how deeply unlovable you are due to all of your life falling apart? not crying enough… ok so, here’s a breakdown ..xx

- sag: sex drive focus, heavy astrology interest, a lot of time on social media, educating yourself

sag is a bit like an air sign in a way it affects me? sag moon is that one fun teacher in middleschool that lets you eat your crisps while writing your classwork essay.

- cap: lazyyy, emotionally flat, avoidant, isolated

captaincorn🧢🌽 is so strict and authoritative but also you genuinely do feel the dopamine reward after actually doing things so… you get what you get i guess…

- aqua: productive, slightly less isolated, emotionally aware however still feeling ‘distant’ from my emotions, wishy washy

aquarius is like the white foam of the sea… wish wash wish wash wish wash bhhshshhsprprp

- pisces: aware of everything + subconscious, stable yet flexible

the focus is on the awareness, awareness of said awareness, where am i looking and how am i looking at it? do i truly feel everything or is there more i have been refusing to view?

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that both have A/B/O dynamics and are soft and fluffy! If you enjoy our rec lists and would like them to continue, please like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Seven, Seven | Not Rated | 1,877 words

“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

2) Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) | General Audiences | 3,187 words

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

3) Whisk Me Off My Feet | Explicit | 5,054 words

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

4) Purr And Shout | Not Rated | 5,274 words

The sound that escapes Harry's mouth couldn't possibly be a purr. He's an alpha, alphas don't purr. Or do they?

5) Take Me To The Stars | Explicit | 5,840 words

Staring at his darling daughter, in the middle of the pasta aisle, Louis found himself on the edge of a neurotic breakdown.

"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”

“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”

Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”

6) Young And Sweet | Explicit | 5,894 words

Louis sees his ex at the carnival and thinks that he must be the solution to his problem.

7) Glistening Under The Sun (You're My Honey Soaked Love) |  Mature | 8,996 words | Sequel

The cottagecore fic we all needed, featuring Petal the overprotective bunny, mummy Louis and alpha Harry that lives and breathes for his omega.

8) I Will Cover My Eyes (For If The Dark Returns) | Not Rated | 9,582 words

Alpha Harry asks omega Louis out and things progress from there.

9) When Tomorrow Comes | Explicit | 11,111 words

When Louis and Niall are partnered up to complete a project on Omega scents and how they effect the nesting behaviours of Alphas, little does Louis know that the course of his life is about to be forever altered.

10) Butterflies, The Beautiful Kind | Explicit | 18,401 words

Prompt 36: Louis is a single parent with a child who is terrified of doctors. However, one day, the kid gets sick. Thankfully the new pediatrician, doctor Styles, has wild curly hair and green eyes and a soothing deep voice that the kid immediately grows attached to.

11) Tiger Lily | Mature | 20,155 words

I worked next door and when he walked in, my whole world turned on it's head.

12) This Love Is Ours | Mature | 21028 words

“I told you to call me Harry.” Harry looks amused. It’s not funny. Louis throwing up because of him isn’t funny.

“But I’ve been calling you Mr. Styles for so long.”

“And now you’re carrying my baby.”

13) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25,447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother’s bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

14) Raise a Glass to the Four of Us | Mature | 25,470 words

Louis stared at his luggage.

Well. Apparently not his luggage, because the clothing he was looking at currently was a: worth more than everything he currently possessed, b: not his size at all, and c: more suited for a fancy ass lawyer than a holiday in NYC with his best mates.

“Ooh, nice loafers,” Niall said as he pulled one out of the suitcase. “I love the rainbows.”

“Okay,” Liam began. “What do you want to do first? Eat, shop for new clothes, or spend hours on the phone with the airline?”

Louis continued to stare at the luggage.

15) Yours To Lose | Mature | 25,472 words

“I think I know the person that matches your descriptions of your dream alpha.”

“Who? And oh not my dream alpha, god you’re making me sound like a teenage school girl. I’m a mum, H.” They laugh as they watch kids gather in front of the verandah, getting ready to go back to the orphanage.

“Well, you’re gonna have to find out.” Harry winks before standing up to start cleaning their spot.

16) Feeling Peachy, Take A Bite | Explicit | 25,654 words

Prompt 570: Omega Louis works at a cupcake shop. He makes the prettiest cupcakes and loves his job. In comes beefy alpha Harry who absolutely loves to eat Louis’ cake. Inspired by Louis being a cute baby girl handing out cupcakes. (no a/b/o necessary, but Louis has to be feminine).

17) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25,877 words

Louis is a single mom, Harry is a pastry chef, and Oliver just wants his mom to be happy. With a teaspoon of love and a sprinkle of fate, the three might just find a home in each other.

18) I Know How To Whisk (But Teach Me Anyway) | Mature | 32,113 words

Louis scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand. Unmated alphas don’t just go into a rut out of nowhere. Unless…”

Louis grabbed onto Niall’s arm in desperation. “Am I a homewrecker? Does Harry have a mate? Oh my God, was he not flirting? Did the change in his scent not have anything to do with my smell yesterday? Did I just make that up!?”

Louis let go of Niall and dropped his face in his hands. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“You’re an idiot,” Niall stated. Louis looked up to find Niall rolling his eyes. He snapped his laptop closed and moved to stand up. “I need to get some work done. Why don’t you stay here and think back to ABO dynamics 101.”

With that Niall hopped off the couch and headed to his room. He stopped and turned to Louis before he made it to the hall and said, “Oh, and Lou. You may want to reconsider your outlook on soulmates.”

Louis yelled after him. “Soulmates aren’t a thing, Niall!”

19) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34,572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

20) I Found A Love For Me (Darling Just Dive Right In) | Explicit | 46,652 words | Sequel

Louis, an omega with very little control. Harry, an alpha with a lot of emotion. Neither of them have any idea what do to with this little thing called love, but they’ll be damned if they don’t put up a good fight.

21) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,782 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

22) Love Me Until The End | Mature | 207,053 words

“Dr. Styles there’s an emergency at the maternity ward. The head nurse called for you, he needs you there as soon as possible.” The trainee tells Harry over the phone, catching his attention. Louis Tomlinson, the Louis Tomlinson is calling him? He lowers his clipboard and nods his head, getting up from his chair.

“Tell Mr. Tomlinson I’ll be there right away.”

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[thedreadvampy]

I'm going insane my notes are full of people responding to the communes post going like "this is why we need a state to prevent abuse"

HOW'S THAT STATE-PREVENTING-ABUSE THING GOING? PRETTY GREAT I DON'T THINK.

seriously this is what gets my fucking back up about people in opposition to anti-statism or anti-carceralism they're always like 'oh can you propose a way to 100% prevent abuse or violence' and it's like. Insert I, Robot gif here. Can you?

like I'm not complaining about the lack of attention to safeguarding and justice in anarchist communities because anarchism is particularly bad at it! I'm complaining about it because tackling the issue requires acknowledging that it does exist in every community we try to build and that we have to speak up and deal with it proactively.

abuse happens in anarchist spaces, in socialist spaces, in marxist-leninist-maoist spaces, in capitalist spaces, in religious fundamentalist spaces, in feudalism, in whatever fucking system of authorities you wanna name. the question is how we deal with it and anarchism is deeply imperfect in that but so is every other system I've seen and anarchism is pointing at the better goal, I think - a method of community accountability which focuses on harm reduction, desystematising, and healing rather than on punishment, revenge or cycles of violence.

we're not there yet and we will probably never build a 100% foolproof system where abuse and interpersonal harm never occur. but frankly neither will any other system, human interactions are complicated and messy and sometimes there will be shitshows - our priorities are to reduce the number, severity, fallout and normalisation of those shitshows and figure out ways to prevent, react and support healing.

like here's one key fucking thing ok. I have found the way that anarchist groups I've been in have handled abuse allegations really traumatic and overwhelming and triggering. but that's largely been because I have some faith in the approach and it hurts a lot more to fuck up when you have hope.

but you are fooling your damn selves if you think going through the police or the state is less traumatic and overwhelming tbh. reporting and going through the court system is notoriously retraumatising and miserable for survivors, even when it's done with empathy and support. it also Does Not Work. punitive justice actively intensifies cycles of abuse and trauma.

obviously like. the main problem in these notes is that inexplicably people reblogging my post seem to believe the core thesis of anarchism is sunshine, rainbows and the milk of human kindness not like. hard graft to build tailored systems to meet community need. and you are wrong about that. anarchism has never been about 'building a community of morally pure sweethearts who wouldn't hurt a fly' it's about taking responsibility yourself, as an individual, for the wellbeing of your community, and working together collectively to identify what needs to change and what systems would create that change.

but the secondary problem is a lack of fucking imagination. people act as if an idea for change not being utterly bulletproof is a reason to throw the whole concept away, as if existing systems are less imperfect. babies, bathwater, my guys.

If I say 'this part of how we're organising is likely to present the risk of abuse' that doesn't mean 'we should stop our whole approach to organising' it means 'we should take stock of why that risk is there and figure out how to adapt to manage it.' Criticising your ideas and approaches is a vital part of building a better version of them and it's really frustrating to have any critical appraisal met with a barrage of SEE THIS IS WHY WE SHOULD FULLY ABANDON THIS IDEA FOREVER

like fuck man how are you planning to build a better system if you can't iterate ideas, criticise, finetune, adapt, reiterate, problematise and adjust, and talk about what the fail points might be? how are you planning to build a better world if you reject any attempt to suggest a replacement for the Totally Fucked Hellworld system unless it has already ironed out every flaw before being tried?

the reason I am talking about the cracks in a lot of anarchist ideas where abuse comes in is because I want anarchist ideas to work. I think they're good ideas. (not communes I don't think communes are good ideas I have been clear on this). I want a better, happier, less harm-filled, less abusive, more just world and I think the anarchist vision has the most elements to get us there so I want those elements to work, which means I want to identify what comes packaged in with those ideas that might be counterproductive. so we can do better. so that we can use the good ideas and dump out the elements that are likely to cause harm. you know. like how thinking works.

[naanima]

Oh dudes. I sometimes forget how not many of you remember or witnessed the whole Tyler Seguin as a Boston Bruins phase of hockey history. I gotta be honest I witnessed the whole thing from a distance because I was fully committed to the Flyers back then (all the heartbreak). The only thing I knew about him was that he was Bruins' hot young superstar who won the 2011 Stanley Cup with the team in his rookie year, and that he liked to party.

Dudes, the pics of him & Brad Marchand drunk & dancing on tables were legendary & amazing (below, you can Google for more on your own). Gods they were both so young.

But yes, from afar I couldn't help but like him bcos Tyler Seguin have personality in spades, and he just seemed so damn honest (so dumb). A young, talented, self aware himbo fuckboi ticked all my boxes, but I was starting to ease back from hockey due to some heartbreak. So I watched from afar, watched as his post rookie season didn't live up to the hype, watched him get skewered by the Boston media for being uncontrollable & a party animal, watched the rumours spread about how management had to post guards in front of his hotel room to stop him from making a run to get drunk & party.

It was a complete & utter shitshow bcos it was so public & must have been so humiliating for him. The Bruins organisation did nothing to protect him, they fucking let the rumours run rampant, let him be crucified. When the news came out that Boston traded him for Dallas I was shocked & angry, which took me aback bcos I wasn't even a Bruins fan or even really a Seguin fan. But the way everything went down, how front office decided on his trade (FOREVER curated on YouTube) , how the supposed last straw was him turning up to team breakfast late (I'm not even kidding - fucking breakfast? That fucking story kept on getting retold) left such a bitter taste in my mouth.

Despite all the shit that was said about him, despite the way the Boston Bruins handled everything, Tyler Seguin, the himbo has never publicly said one bad thing about the Bruins. My himbo prince might not be the smartest person, but he has always been receptive to feedback and is self aware enough not to be an asshole, in public at the least.

But honestly after Tyler's trade I only did a cursory look of his life there - he seemed happy, but didn't do further digging because I was on my way out of hockey completely.

A decade later I return to hockey, and I'm shocked that Seguin is still around, and still part of Dallas Stars. Looking back I'm fucking glad he got traded to Dallas. Bcos Dallas hockey fans fucking love him, and Seguin finally got a team of bros he can love & ho with proper. There will still be shits but Tyler Seguin went to Dallas as their superstar, as their great hope, they fucking love him. And in return he did everything he could - played the best hockey he could, broke his body, changed his playing style both physically & mentally - to get that team the Stanley Cup.

I don't know if Dallas Stars will win the Cup this year (🪵🪵🪵🪵🪵🪵), but the Stars are in the second round of the 2023 playoffs (be ashamed that Pavs got a Dick Trick and you fucks still COULDN'T win). And it has been almost exactly ten years since the Bruins traded Seguin to the Stars - 4 July 2013. Hockey & I love its narrative.

So, dear hockey gods, I don't even know if you all exists, and I know exactly how it is all superstitious bullshit. However, it has been almost exactly a decade since the fucking trade, the Bruins has been knocked out of the playoff, and in Tyler Seguin you have the perfect narrative. Are you gonna fucking deliver for me & my himbo prince?

Dallas Stars, are you going to show them all?

(Or we get fucked over, and hockey proves once again that there is NO god, superstition is bullshit, and the team who can effectively exploit the opposing team's weakness, and you know, play actually good hockey wins.)

I AM PREPARED. WILL I BE JOYOUS and roll around in the NARRATIVE, or is this gonna be my Villain Origin Story? (I'm gonna fucking support the fucking Leafs or the Oilers if these fucks lose).

[tetedurfarm]

wcc was both fun and a shitshow. i wasn't showing but so many of my friends and others i talked to were pretty upset with the staff, organisation, and judges. i didn't have to interact with staff but in general they aren't.....my favourite people on the planet, and i definitely experienced poor organisation in rings and a judge that kept suitcasing rabbits (holding them unsupported by the scruff; this is very painful for the rabbit and causes a ton of bruising under the skin) and sorta dropping them to make them set up on the table....which. absolutely the fuck not, actually.

on the other hand there were blancs there and i got to buy some nice animals that will really make a difference in my barn, got to see friends i haven't seen in over a year, got to eat some good sushi and saw some interesting sights on the drive...but man. this show gets more and more wack every year.

[clairehadenough]

You know what pisses me off most about this so call fandom and the haters is the constant “we blame Chris for bringing these people in our lives”, “it’s all his fault”, “blame Chris for tearing his fandom apart” etc

I’m sorry yes we know about her because of him but did Chris ask you to:

Stalk his family and friends

Stalk her family and friends

Stalk flights

Stalk IG follows

Monitor IG follows

Stalk all the friends follows

Find all his houses and post them all over the internet

Go back over how many years of her bff’s Twitter to find bad tweets and then move into other friends. Honestly who the hell had the time.

Make up rumors

Spread these rumors

Call business owners liars

Call innocent people liars

Call his friends and wives liars (Susan D, Renner, Hemsworth, Scarlett)

Hound people and abuse them

Analysis photos

Do exactly what you all scream AB & her friends do - fat shame/ body shame/name calling. (Fish face) Oh sorry forgot it’s ok to do that to them

Abuse people who have a different opinion to you

Call people who believe they got married racist

Body shame/name call him, his friends and family

Tag him, family, friends, organisations, businesses, with your hateful comments,

No Chris didn’t ask you to do all that you chose to do it.

You took these steps to do it.

You have invested all this time into researching and analysing everything.

You are the ones that come up with the conspiracies.

You are the ones that think you know all about his life and what he thinks/feels.

And all for what because the guy married someone you don’t agree with. Yes who has done some questionable things in the past.

Will all that’s happening in the world and by far worst people out there maybe it’s time to focus on more important things than an actor you all say you hate but still can’t seem to stop talking about and don’t give me the “we are just here for the shitshow” “we just want to see him burn” “ we want to see her destroyed”

So don’t blame just Chris for this shitshow take responsibility for your own actions.

[k-phoenix]

hello! i would love to hear the rant about PET scans :3

Holy shit so okay I'm in the train for the next 20 minutes, and I _know_ that's not enough time to get into all of it, but I could rant about this for hours, so. Maybe we cap this at 20 minutes. [20 minutes later] Okay so I wrote a huge wall of very boring text that barely started getting into it, so let me provide way less detail, actually:

It is massively expensive. A PET scanner costs a lot. And it's not a one time purchase, and then you can do scans, no, you wish. You also need some very expensive equipment to create radioactive tracers (which are what is used to do a PET scan) on site, because that stuff needs to be created fresh (under an hour) before every scan. To create the tracers is ALSO incredibly expensive. A single PET scan costs multiple thousands.

This also means that PET research makes use of as few participants as possible. A study with 15 participants is considered big. You simply cannot infer from 15 participants to the whole population. This also means that, statistically, it is highly likely that you don't find an effect even though it exists - meaning if your PET study looks for the effect of A on B, it is highly likely that it will find that A has no effect on B even though it does - simply because you didn't have enough participants (if this explanation doesn't make sense, let me know, and I can explain in detail)

This, together means, that an absolutely absurd amount of money is used for research that, by design, will not find results, because to find results, they would need more participants and even more money.

Because scientific publishing is a shitshow at the moment, research that doesn't find results very rarely gets published, especially not if you can't even be sure whether the result is right. So absurd amounts of money put into research that doesn't even get published.

And I haven't even talked about the results they did find and issues with them. Don't ask me to explain those. Don't tempt me to put hours into writing a multiple page essay that nobody will read.

So, in conclusion: PET is an absolutely amazing feat of engineering that is magnificent in detecting cancer and with it we could learn so. Much. More about the brain and how it works. But to do that, a lot of the basic organisation of how we do science would first need to change. Many labs would have to collaborate and be okay with making the collected data openly available, so appropriate sample sizes (=numbers of participants in a study) can even be achieved (Here's a paper on that). That probably won't happen, though.

Now, obligatory note: one of the professors who taught me about PET is a man who wrote an extremely controversial paper about exactly this stuff, despite also using PET in his research. If you like niche drama in science, look into this paper and all the articles that are responding to it.

[fleshwerks]

Thoughts on new Dragon Age "teaser"? You have the best takes.

I'll be deadly honest, I didn't even realise it was out, that's how checked out I am, but I will always fall hook line and sinker for a delicious bait made of things I can chew on, so let's seeeeeee. I'll do first impressions for now. I'll warn you, I haven't done 'takes' in ages, I've seriously lost my edge and resemble someone yelling at a cloud more than someone with intelligent or at least entertaining takes. Proceed on your own volition. Note, I have not been keeping up with DA4 updates. At all. I am literally grasping at straws and screaming out of my arse.

I'll say this. I believe Mark Darrah who had retired from BioWare was brought back on to save this tattered ship that had failed to launch how many times now? If you were with DAI and Anthem especially, you know that when a vet of that calibre is being brought on board towards the end of production, you're fucked. The sheer scope of the regions visited in the trailer... I wouldn't blink an eye if it was a turn-based strategy game, but it is not.

I'm surprised how shit the game visually looks, but it's been my criticism with the thus far released art, and now, environment assets. And again, I'm coming off of Anthem, and Anthem was truly, truly gorgeous. Now someone might argue that every DA has had its distinctive visual style. Well I thought DA2, for what it was, sure did look inspired. I didn't enjoy the game or the characters, but I enjoyed looking at it. Dragon Age Inquisition kind of lost me aesthetically, but I see what they did there. It was more generic, certainly not attempting to be photorealistic, but I saw the idea and accepted it.

Now this though? What is this? The panning over what I presume is Treviso literally looks like a mobile game ad.

Ok, fine, I'll not go in on the visuals, I'm too fresh out of art college and I'm so anal-retentive that my o-ring's more pinched than a pinprick about this stuff. Moving on.

I believe the new PC is an Antivan Crow? Since when are they fighting for all of Antiva? Everyone??? Since when?! Zevran's canonically not returning, and even he was compassionately practical on his best days. The Crows are not good people. They buy kids to train for miserable jobs meeting miserable ends. Oh, so we had a whole character who gave the Crows a finger for being the shitshow they were, but now they're this resistance task force? What, why, because the 'Islamic Borg' invaded?

Then. I feel like I'm missing a fuckton of contest because I haven't read the preceding comics and stories, I have one comic book from the DAI-DA4 interim and it ended so disappointingly, I never bothered after that.

We're really retconning all the complex and complicated factions into freedom fighters, aren't we. I guess such is the state of our real world. Always a plucky band of people belonging to formerly shitty fucking organisations suddenly saving the day like heroes, possibly somewhere along the way ruminating for 2 seconds on whether they deserve to pat themselves on the back, landing on 'but we will change how we operate, and we will save the world, always!'

I'm into the Rivaini squid though. I've never been fond of Rivain, not just because parts of the fandom like to present this place that has barely been talked about in canon like some haven for... idk. I just didn't expect squids. And you people know I love marine invertebrates. You know what, fuck it, here's my 'best take': have squid, will travel!

But that port city ravaged recently by the dragons in ruins looks like it's been in ruins for the past 2000 years, only recently excavated. It's so clean. And here I go again with the aesthetics.

Anyway, Falon'din and/or dirthamen is fuckin' around in Rivain, aren't they. Because I believe that head shape, multi-hands etc were presented in many of the statues we saw in DAII, and given that Falon'din's proverbial crows, envy and nightmare were so prominently featured, and sexyman Solas' outright resentment for former master Dirthamen and the vain Falon'din, welll... risen gods. Dirthamen at the very least was associated with watery depths, but they're twins (or are they? Perhaps the facets of one person altogether)... Anyway, I'm more interested in what the fuck is happening in Weisshaupt. That part genuinely interests me. Circling back to Dirthamen, Razikale is the dragon of Mystery. Associated with Dirthamen, at least according to my theory, while Urthemiel was the Dragon of Beauty, and we keep getting indications that Falon'din was pretty, aggressive, and exceedingly vain. So Big Dirty's up next. Falon'din had the crows, right? Both defeated in DAI. He's out, more or less. And again, Solas most likely was Dirthamen's student before he decided that he himself didn't want to be but totally wanted to be revered. So my take is that Razikale, who got mentions in DAI is waking up as well.

The villain gods of this mess, the classic Dragon Age false gods we fight in every single game as end bosses, will be connected to Dirt. Eh. Same eagle, different liver.

Anyway I have a doubt that this kind of scope will end anywhere nice. The production's been fraught as fuck to the point where the panic button has been pressed many times. The art looks like a significant downgrade, the production has been filled with veterans just clocking the fuck out.

It doesn't sound interesting. I'm tired of saving the world as an Eastern European in late 2023. This kind of story does not speak to me at all anymore. Not after 2019, not after 2021. It looks dated and mediocre, the story is so old that if it goes where I think it will, it has no relevance or message for anybody but perhaps some American audiences (some). I'm just... I'm not.

The rah-rah I got from that clip leaves me ice cold. There is no rah-rah in such widespread misery. There are only curse words and the sound of grinding teeth, and everybody's a dick, and everybody's dick past is dredged up hard. No retcons.

I don't want it. It better receive insanely high marks for me to play it. And I loved this franchise, two of the PCs have gone on to be archetypal in my private works now.

The mystery is gone. The power creep... I don't want to hang out with gods. They should have never been brought into the story as characters you can extensively hang out with. Edit: basically the entire thing sounds about as exciting as a somewhat well-produced mobile game. Which is fun to fuck with while taking the metro, but...

[akakodasezovem]

Nije zvaka za seljaka

This was quite an eventful weekend! I didn't watch the Eurovision, decided to boycott as they allowed Israel to participate, but I feel like everyone around me has seen the finale. That's fine, of course. What isn't fine is my whole country blowing up with transphobic and homophobic remarks towards Nemo because we came in second.

I don't care for Eurovision anymore, okay? I just wish we weren't such sore fucking losers. It's mean, it's xenophobic, it's embarrassing.

I don't like anyone who participated in the rainbow capitalism, genocide apologetic, horribly organised shitshow. I could write on and on about this but it's not like anyone's going to read this.

The comments rooting for Is*ael were even worse than what other croats wrote about the winner. Rooting for genocide, rooting for deaths of thousands, making fun of people who might not even make it to tomorrow.

I don't have any bright topics for today. It's Mothers Day and my mother is long dead. I live in a shoebox apartment with my bf and dream of living alone. My job is so fucking stressful and yet it's like I never get any jobs done.

I'm eating two cooked meals a day with no snacks because I barely remember this. Taking time for additional meals takes up too much headspace and I have better things not to concentrate on.

Why can't I be one of those people who travel somewhere every weekend and spend their money on concerts? I used to be that person, what changed? I do not want to blame my relationship but I am changing for the worse. I need to get my ass to the gym and walk around the city more. Sedentary life is not for me.

Oh, I do have one shiny, happy piece of news: the scale showed 52.9kg this morning. I will be happy once I maintaing 50kg for a couple of weeks and then, hopefully, stay there. My BMI will still be normal (18.6) and I will feel so much better.

I plan on having 3 days with 0 cents spent this week, we have one grocery run and the rest will be coffee or lunch or whatever. Spent 0.00 today and yesterday, I feel great about that.

This post ran away from me. Ah well, such is life.

See you in the stars,

Dottie