#and okay yeah these things are not created equal and one of them probably doesn't actually matter the point I'm trying to make is that

[musical-chick-13]

One of the WORST parts of having OCD is that some of the Fears™ are actually humanly possible, so it's not like my response can just be, "Oh that'll never happen" or even "I've never seen that happen, so it's probably unlikely."

[amomentsescape]

The Slashers React to You Bringing Home a Kitten

A/N: This is purely for fun. I've only included the Slashers I've written fics for so far. But these types of fics tend to put a smile on my face so I'd be happy to write more of these for whoever wants them (for whichever Slashers people want to see too)!

Michael Myers

Probably the most angry of the Slashers included here

He's not going to kill the kitten by any means, but he isn't happy about it being here

It's another mouth to feed, another thing that needs to be quieted

If you're able to keep the kitten quiet and away from Michael, then the killer will more so become indifferent to it

It makes you happy and doesn't bother him? Cool, do what you will

However, if he feels that it's becoming a nuisance, he'd happily leave a door open on "accident"

It was already difficult enough for him to create a bond with you

But with a kitten that can't even talk to him?

Yeah, he'd rather not

Jason Voorhees

Oh my

A cute innocent creature that is super sweet to him?

It's basically just another you

And he likes you, so he immediately likes the kitten

This man wreaks havoc and leaves behind human blood trails all the time

However, he doesn't really want to hurt any animals

These furry creatures have caused him no harm

They never judged him based on his appearance

They were never cruel or bullied him like other people did

In fact, he was fascinated with all sorts of animals as a child

Kittens were no exception

So you come home with a cuddly little cat that enjoys to cuddle up with him?

He'll take it happily

Brahms Heelshire

He's kinda eh with this at first

The house is huge, and it's not like a tiny kitten is going to take up much space here

But what this kitten does take up is more of your attention

And Brahms being Brahms, he starts to become jealous

Your attention went from being solely on him to now being divided with this animal that could clearly fend for itself

You need to feed it, cuddle it, and give it attention?

That's what you should be doing with him

He definitely has a few moments where he debates "getting rid" of the kitten

But then he pictures your crying face and decides against it

But he still considers it from time to time

However, if you are able to turn kitten time into Brahms-and-kitten-time, then he might learn to like it

Animals freak him out slightly since he's not really used to having them around

But he could learn to deal with it eventually

Just make sure you divide up your attention equally

Billy Loomis

He's more of a dog person honestly

But you were swooning and aw-ing over this poor little thing so Billy gave in

You were probably just going to keep nagging him about it anyways

He's definitely like one of those dads that insist they don't want a pet but eventually fall in love with it

Billy will never admit this though

But you can see it

Over the span of a couple weeks, Billy went from just eyeing the kitten to letting it crawl and sleep in his lap

He tries to act all nonchalant about it

But the moment you look away

His eyes are on the kitten and a gentle smile graces his features

Okay so maybe the kitten isn't that bad

But maybe you're just making him all soft

He's secretly not complaining though

Stu Macher

Literally all for it

He loves cats, dogs, hamsters, all animals pretty much

He might honestly become more obsessed over this little kitten than you

He most definitely wants to dress it up like Ghostface

Like are you kidding?

How adorable is that

You can hear loud footsteps in the middle of the night

And when you check, Stu is chasing the kitten back and forth during it's zoomies

Buys (and steals) all sorts of toys for the little thing

Lets it sleep on his chest at night

He's obsessed with this kitten and you

It's like his own little family

And he's honestly super happy with that

Eric Draven

Have you learned anything about Eric?

He loves cats

He does want the kitten and Gabriel to get along though

But if they make quick friends, then great

He plays around with the kitten pretty often

And he's overall just happy to have another something in his life to bring a little joy

The kitten chills with Eric outside while he plays guitar

The only issue is that the kitten would rather spend more time with Eric than you

Tries to play with the crow

The bird just caws annoyedly and flys off

Eric and you both cuddle up at night with the kitten in the middle

It's a pretty relaxing domestic life to be honest

[transmutationisms]

do you have any thoughts on people saying the writing isn't subtle enough / feels off for succession this season?

oh man... there are a lot of different critiques being rolled in together here so forgive me being a little broad. also, i'm focussing on what i'm hearing from, like, podcasters and episode recaps and reviews, because those things are coming from people who are actually trying to be public figures and i'm not interested in bitching about random tumblr users who are just on their personal blogs lol.

anyway, so, in terms of things that i've seen being criticised repeatedly. one is the dialogue; people feel it's too blunt or direct and sometimes hacky. i have some sympathy here; i didn't love, for example, the tomshiv dialogue in episodes 1 and 4. however, succession has always had some percentage of dialogue that's direct like this, or frankly just lacklustre. if every line was a snappy one-liner that would suck, actually. also, i don't think it's true that this style of more blunt dialogue is universally bad; episode 3 had a high percentage of it, because of the subject matter, and it received basically universal critical acclaim. i feel like i need to get to the end of the season before i can see how it all fits together.

another thing that i think people are right to perceive as a change is that logan's death, plus shiv and roman getting more development and screentime, means it feels more like an ensemble show now. i don't inherently dislike this, though i do think it has contributed to some pacing wobbles (like i thought the first halves of episodes 1 and 2 were weak points thus far). it's not an entirely new trend, though, and on balance i think it works okay because this season really demands that sort of equal focus on all three sibs after logan's death. (rip connor)

then there's the fact that like .... frankly .... most, uh, mainstream anglo journalists are some flavour of corny liberal and i just don't think they understand what's being done politically in this season or how it's continuous with prior seasons lol. like, in many ways the cruises storyline (which i love, dgmw) was easier for them to parse because they could just read it as "the corporate world does misogyny and that's bad." which is like, true, but it doesn't really engage with the commentary on masculinity on any deeper level, or fascist homoerotics, or how media conglomerates create and profit from the spectacularisation of politics and everyday life and why that's fascistic. like if i were to put this bluntly, it surprised me how many people were surprised by 3x06 and i think journalists who didn't see that coming or thought it was thematically discordant are just not people who have anything interesting to say about this show lol. so like, yeah of course they're not tracking the body politics and arguments about degeneracy theory and capitalist eugenics that animate the entire show and especially season 4.

i certainly don't think the show is beyond reproach, and i have some nitpicks and complaints and criticisms, including of this season. i also can't yet pass judgment on the ending obviously, and reserve the right to hate it if necessary. but in general i like season 4, i think it's good television, and i don't think it's discontinuous with what this show has always been. and honestly, in a year, when the dust has settled and people are able to consider the entire season as one coherent piece, i would not be surprised if the critical response is markedly different and probably marked by a certain degree of nostalgia that we're simply not seeing right now because these episodes are hours old.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Shuichi's Sudden Coronation (saiouma prompt)

First shared in The Saiouma Pit discord server, parts said by others start with their names

Winter: How do yall think shuichi would handle suddenly becoming royalty?

I think "suddenly" rules out inheritance unless it's a long-lost prince scenario in which case he has more on his plate than that

Kai (thelemoncoffee): I mean, suddenly can mean he was distant enough to not have any duties or be considered royalty by the public, but then something happens that thrusts him into the royal line and he has one hell of a time

and if it was marriage he would know what he was getting into… probably if the royalty he married was Kokichi then who knows

Kai: i think i actually have an old au like that where Kokichi is royalty but he hides his identiy to go hang out in a public school with the common folk. between his passion for petty crime and the lack of talking about family, not only does he sell his act, but he does so so well some people even suspect he's an orphan. Shuichi falls for him having not a mcfucking clue he's royal i mean, he's sus of Kokichi's peculiar behavior but he doesn't jump to fucking royal

actually, are we talking modern royalty or old-timey/fantasy royalty?

Kai: that also changes alot yeah i think modern would create a much bigger panic attack on the account of news media coverage

and it'd be much easier to hide being some cousin of a royal family tbh

omg, but think like, late 19th/early 20th century final era of many other royalties but not fucking dark ages

it would have actually mattered, very real possibility of ending up on the throne in that case

and there are trains, lots of possibilities with that

Shuichi sees himself in a newspaper under a bold title "SCANDAL: The prince eloped with a common man" and dies on the spot, right in front of the orphan paperboy (the boy isn't phased, dw)

alternatively

Winter: Say a weird cursed crown thing he finds So i was thinking in a sort of medieval/fantasy setting Shuichi finds the crown and ends up as royalty without meaning to The crown would be cursed to bring him ruin as well so Would he purposely keep the crown to help people Or would he not and prefer to ditch

Vespertin-y: he's gotta be either like…the fifth second cousin of a duke and the country fell apart so badly he's the only one left qualified for the throne, or he picked up some random ancient artifact and now the entire royal court is PISSED that this random kid now outranks them

not necessarily, if they see him as a chosen one/ it was purposefully left to fate since nobody wanted the curse what comes with it I imagine they would either love to have him or be really secretive with their dislike for him

lying to him, but with the purpose of convincing him it's all great so he doesn't think to make a run for it

as for Shuichi himself, I think he'd be really going through it on the inside, but on the outside he'd be like really determined to try to change fate, doing his best, doubting himself all the way through but he just has to do it,

anyone who has seen him not be in public knows he's crumpling the moment he's in a private setting, and they (okay, only some of them) are like, "maybe you should take your chance to leave", but he's like "that's just life and I could never make someone else do this"

Ves: oughogh yeah…if he's not taking The Burden onto himself is he really shuichi

We didn't get to saiou-ing that one in the Pit, but consider already established saiou and Shuichi's new advisors trying to get Shuichi to ditch Kokichi and get into a political marriage or at least find someone of high-class status

or classic jester or bodyguard but with the added pressure of the castle being a pit of vipers and Shuichi being desperate to connect with someone who Is Not A Noble and is capable of having a casual conversation with him

or equally classic Arranged Marriage but it works out for them this time

[lpdwillwrite4coffee]

Okay y'all. This is the story of how I owe $17,000 to the guy who propositioned me during family night at a local brewery and now I'm committed to bringing sensible wine options to his house for Thanksgiving.

Our tale begins like most do - panic crying in the living room while my house floods. Because of a freak polar vortex like day in February, my old drafty house and the rust bucket of a boiler in the cellar created a horrific one-two punch that ended in me nearly freezing to death in my own home and almost all of my heating pipes cracking and leaking, flooding my first floor and basement. It was terrifying, beyond stressful, and most importantly to this story, expensive.

After 2 and a half months of living in a hotel, battling insurance companies, daily anxiety attacks, and having 4 grand of insurance money stolen by my bipolar, narcissistic mother, I hit my absolute fucking limit. Friends of mine who are much better off financially than I have ever been in my life offered to help me out of the dark, lonely, and cold hole I'd wound up in. Three text messages and a lot of tears later, I was in possession of a check for $17,000 and had an official start date for construction. Praise Dolly.

A hop, skip, and a jump through time and we're now in July. I'm paying my friends back in monthly installments and trying not to crumble from the knowledge that it will take me 4 or 5 years of consistent payments to get out from under this loan. But at least I have heat. It's the little things I guess.

My friend, let's call him Mitch, and his wife, who unfortunately shares my name but for this we'll call her Lucette, are kindly checking in on me and inviting me to coffee/dinner/drinks to hang out. Things seem like they're back on track to being normal.

Lucette gets a new job that requires a ton of travel, so I don't see her as much as I do Mitch, but that doesn't bother me, as Lucette and I were never particularly close and spending more than an hour of time with her makes me feel like a dirt poor 19 year old who showed up to a nice dinner party in paint stained jeans and a ripped band tee. We are not energetic or socioeconomic equals.

One weekend, Mitch and I get drinks just to catch up, and he tells me that him and Lucette have made the decision to try out ENM (ethical non-monogamy). They've been married for 7 years, have had a bit of a dry spell due to pandemic close proximity, and there's just the general vibe that they want to try new things. I get it! And I'm encouraging. Life is too short for bad sex, I tell him, and he's thankful I'm not judging them. We have a good laugh about it all - particularly the bit about them seeing my profile on Feeld, as they have one too - and after another beer, I go home.

This is probably the part of the movie where the music changes, warning the viewer that some event is looming and possibly dangerous for our protagonist. If only life had such a soundtrack I could hear.

Throughout the summer and into September Mitch and I see more of each other and I take notice of the uptick in chill weekend day drinking and texts. Nothing about it feels off or motivated by anything other than being bored and wanting to hang out with a friend. And because I know about his ENM journey, I think there's the appeal there of getting to speak freely to someone who won't wrinkle their nose and make jokes about bringing pineapples to neighborhood BBQs. In a stunning change of mental pace, I don't overanalyze it. Perhaps this was a mistake.

One morning I wake up a text from Mitch cancelling plans. I'm secretly thrilled - I didn't want to shower that day anyway. But I can also tell something has gone horribly wrong on his end, but he doesn't say what, so I just "yeah, sure, let me know when you're free next" my way out of the conversation.

When we do talk next, he tells me why he cancelled. Lucette cheated on Mitch during a work trip. They'd established rules within their ENM arrangement that she broke. And she broke them loudly, multiple times, and with her iPad still logged in and left on the kitchen counter in full view of Mitch. Horrible words are said, declarations of 'the best sex of her life' are sent to several group chats, pictures are seen. It's bad.

Mitch is unwell. I comfort him as best as I can and he tells me that he and Lucette aren't pulling the divorce lever yet, but he's still heartbroken and scared he's going to lose his marriage. I feel awful for him. I offer to buy him another beer. He shows me the texts he saw. It's officially A Lot.

From that day on, I become his "my wife cheated on me with the guy she told me not to worry about" therapist friend who he can unload on and get sympathetic words in return. I've been imprinted on by the depressed baby bird hatched by infidelity and low self-esteem. It's not the first time, and I'm certain it won't be the last.

Tell me, how's that soundtrack only you, the audience, can hear? I bet it's tense and full of cello.

A few weeks later, I get a head cold. It's not the end of the world but it's annoying. I'm fevered, stuffy, exhausted, and I have not a drop of soup or broth in my home. Mitch sees my Instagram story about being sick and offers to bring me soup. "Aww, that's so nice of you, thank you." "Of course! I'll go get it and be right over." "Awesome! Just text me when you drop it off." Thirty minutes later my doorbell rings. My dogs bark their heads off. I'm a little annoyed. The bell rings again. I see Mitch's car in my driveway. I mutter to myself about why he didn't just leave it on the steps as I go to the door. I look disgusting and I'm flushed with a solid 100.2 fever, but I guess I'm having face time with Mitch now. I open the door and he hands over the soup almost immediately, but with an odd look on his face. I thank him and ask what I owe, but he refuses for me to pay him back. I thank him again. He doesn't make a move to leave. I tell him I'd invite him in but.... *gestures widely to the PJs I've worn for 3 days in a row and the broken capillaries in my nose and the dogs still barking behind the second entryway door* He smiles awkwardly and says it's okay. He still doesn't leave. "So... how are you, Mitch?" His shoulders slump. "I'm not doing great."

Ah. There it is. Mystery solved. My time has been bought with soup and he's lingering to collect on it. So I lean on my door, sniff back a disgusting level of mucus, and brace myself for whatever is about to be said. Turns out, Lucette couldn't stop texting the Best Sex Ever guy and possibly is fixated on him due to some weird aging hot girl nonsense. Mitch tells me he and Lucette are separating. She's sleeping in her home office. The mess got messier. I tell him I'm so incredibly sorry, this is awful, etc etc etc. He stays for 20 minutes to tell me all of this and get as much of a pep talk as I can muster while trying not to sneeze directly in his eyes.

In the interim, I've gotten several strangely loaded texts from Lucette, telling me she's glad Mitch has me and that she knows he values my friendship and advice on things. Alexa, play "She Knows." But I keep things as vague as possible, because I don't want to shove myself even more in the middle. I didn't choose to be imprinted on, but I can choose not to encourage a more permanent bond. Call me a wildlife rehabilitation center.

Being sick takes me out of commission for a while, and I have to reschedule multiple things, including getting beer with Mitch. That doesn't deter him from messaging me of course, but I don't see him for a couple weeks. When I'm feeling better, I tell him we should check out a brewery we've never been to before and we set a day.

This is probably the part when the audience yells as the protagonist not to go. Don't get in the car. Stay home.

Ah, to not be a participant in the narrative.

I get to the brewery and immediately I notice 2 things: 1, it's family Sunday Funday, and 2, the vibes around Mitch are........uncomfy. I turn into a socially anxious motormouth. I can't stop talking about literally everything that doesn't matter, including the child at the table next to us playing a solo game of Uno and the 80's music playlist. I order my beer and finally force myself to chill tf out. Maybe I've picked up on a vibe that has nothing to do with me. Maybe he's just feeling weird. Maybe I'm just insane. All of these options are valid.

Halfway thru our drinks, Mitch brings up the odd texts from Lucette. "I think I know why she was being weird with you." "Oh? Why?" I sip my beer and wait. He says, "So, back when Lucette and I decided to open up our marriage, we had a discussion about who we'd see ourselves dating..."

Hey audience, how's that music crescendo?

I blink. Mitch gestures with his beer. "And obviously, your name was at the top of my list."

And because I'm the definition of smooth, I practically shout, "REALLY???" so loudly 5 people turn around and look at me. Mitch doesn't even look away from me. Instead, he stares deeper into my eyes and asks, "Do you ever see that becoming a possibility?"

Me. Dating Mitch. After months of supporting him through a painful, messy separation that hasn't even really become official. After knowing way too much about his sex life. After all the sad boy memes and depressed 1am texts he's sent. After being forced to read his angry, sexually charged break up poetry in front of him 2 beers in at the bar.

AFTER I HAD TO BORROW $17,000 FROM HIM AND LUCETTE.

I verbally flounder for a painfully long 12 seconds while watching that little girl beat herself with another Uno Reverse card, and finally land on a gentle but firm rejection of the idea. I don't have a chance to mentally process all the messed up parts to this messed up puzzle in the moment but when I get home it starts to click.

They had that conversation in the spring. Around the time that I had to borrow the money in the first place. And while I don't have proof, I can almost guarantee that Lucette vetoed Mitch's suggestion of bringing me into their situation, and now that they're breaking up, he feels like he can take a swing at it (pun? unintended?)

Which means that every single interaction, every single conversation and hang out, every single dollar bill I borrowed is colored with the knowledge I now possess which is that Mitch, for however long, has wanted to fuck me. He's wanted to fuck me so. Goddamn. Bad.

Audience, I bet you're the star at your optometrist's office with all that 20/20 vision. I'm honestly jealous.

No wonder Lucette was sending probing texts with the energy of "I know you know, and now you know I know." No wonder Mitch attached himself to me like a duckling trying to cross a busy road. No wonder both of them were so earnestly checking on me when I first moved back into my house. NO WONDER MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND HAD BEEN SCREAMING "YOU'RE IN DANGER GIRL" FOR WEEKS.

And before ALL of this, Mitch had organized Thanksgiving at his house since Lucette would be out of town, and one of his friends created a list of what people can bring. I signed up for wine, since it means I don't have to cook. And when this entire thing came to a head, I started to write an "I'm bailing" text to Mitch. But before I could pull that trigger, our mutual friend messaged me to say how happy she is that I'll be there and that she's missed me.

So now, after finding out that Mitch has wanted to get his dick in me for months (if not longer) without even considering the power imbalance of me owing him SEVENTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, I have to pick out a sensible red and white wine and show up at his house at 2pm on Thursday.

Audience. Reader. Friends. I am.... stressed. And in serious debt.

And apparently hot enough to possibly instigate an argument between spouses.

Cue the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving song. This year I'm grateful for autonomy and friends willing to come up with a code word in case I need to escape quickly.

[misc-obeyme]

Hey its anon here who said solomon would kill us, i dont hate him, i just dont trust him,

Solomon has 72 pact demons who may or may not abuse these..he is powerful and strong, and could kill MC if we were the enemy....we dont know enough about his magic to assume he can probably change time... but he is a human... who is old and wise, however, everyone in the game is a danger to us whether intentionally or unintentionly.

Solomon is the most known prophet and king... he employes princes of hell, and demons, he may or may not have spoke to God. However MC can side with Solomon and Solomon may love us, and they can work together...

So basically MC will have to trust themselves and their gut before trusting others.

So yeah... trust and communication is the relationship between MC and solomon...One of those breaks Solomon or MC ..

Oh, anon, thank you for elaborating!

I think I was correct in my original interpretation of your ask, but then I remembered that there are a lot of people who don't like Solomon as a character. So I was questioning it lol. I can't always tell when it's a short ask like that.

Anyway, it's certainly valid that you don't trust him. We know for a fact he isn't telling MC everything he knows, considering the conversation he had with Nightbringer in 10-A. However, we have zero evidence that this is actually a bad thing. It's possible that Solomon is keeping some secrets because he as to, that he's doing it to protect MC the best he can. It's also possible that this is not the case and that he's got some ulterior motives of some kind.

But if we consider only what we've seen in the game already, which is that Solomon has always been there to help and protect, to support and to teach MC, then I think MC can trust him.

Assuming that each season is equal to one year, MC has known Solomon for four years by the time Nightbringer happens. And the third year involved spending a lot of time with him learning magic. I can't imagine that MC wouldn't be able to trust him at this point.

From a storytelling standpoint, it just doesn't make sense for Solomon to be doing anything incredibly deceitful behind MC's back. This is part of why I have the two Solomons theory. Because it doesn't make sense for the Solomon we know to hurt MC, no matter how he feels about humanity and so on. If he's keeping secrets, it's far more likely to be because he thinks it will help MC or because he promised someone else he would keep the secret.

Solomon is indeed a powerful sorcerer. They've said it in the game multiple times, that he's the most powerful human in all of history and so on. But we've never really seen him use that power for anything other than stuff like messing with his cooking and researching magical spells and what not. I would say his biggest transgression when it comes to deliberately using his power was the time he used his pact with Barbatos to force him to create a portal that would take them out of the labyrinth. We also know that he tried to fight the whole Devildom, but that was many many years ago.

OOF okay I'm getting really rambly here. I could easily write quite a bit more about Solomon, but let us not go there. My point here is that there is no evidence that Solomon would ever kill MC. I don't think that would happen in the current story.

And you know if you want to find a character who has actually threatened MC, Lucifer is right there. (And I don't think I need to bring up Belphie again...)

Anything is possible, of course. I could be completely off, but I guess we'll see how it ends up!

[grabyourpillow]

So. I watched Avatar the way of water

so you don't have to. hear my thoughts about it and then decide for yourself

Entails spoilers but that doesn't really matter because the scenario is at a solid twenty three on a 0-10 predictability scale.

Okay so, first things first.

The movie is stunning.

The special effects teams did an awesome, terrific, 11/10 job and I thought to myself "AI could never." Every plant, every flower, every creature felt like a living, breathing organism. The planet's ecosystems felt coherent and beautiful and alive. I had chills at some scenes purely because they were absolutely absolutely breathtaking. There are details in the morphology of different Na'vis, from the skin patterns to the development of the limbs, etc... And I honestly think 95% of the world building can be attributed to the special effects teams working on the movie.

And the scenes in the water, oh my god. You'll have to see for yourself. If only for these I don't regret seeing it in a movie theater, and they will probably fuel my imagination for years to come.

Okay that's the setting. Now,

The story: uuuuuhhhh

You're missing the bad guy from the first movie right?? No??? Too bad, because he's back. And bigger. And bluer.

because we couldn't be bothered to think of other tension points memory transplant. Bad humans destroy planet. Bad guys wants to destroy good guys because they don't have anything better to do and also revenge. Good guys good, by the standards of... US military of course.

Ah right, I have to take a detour here. Let's talk about.

🇺🇲American ideals in the movie🇺🇲

My god. It's like the VFX team tried to create an original and unique world, but the top scenarist was like. "It has to speak to the every day person: the average american male, of course."

Starting from the hero Jake Sully. Jake Sully's only personality traits are "US sergeant" and "a father protects, his family" — You'll hear that sentence about 3000 times. I suppose they thought it was deep.

(He's talking to his son. Lol.)

Jake tells his wife what to do during the entire movie, and she complies. He's not always right, but his wrongs are never shown as such. His outbursts are justified, hers are either calmed down by him or... one time, after their son's just died, he tells her he needs her to be strong. You know? Like him. THIS WOMAN HAS BEEN READY TO FIGHT THE ENTIRE MOVIR AND YOU'RE TELLING ME when some JACKASS kills her SON SHE NEEDS PROMPTING??? FUCK YOU

The Water tribe's structure is... The men go hunting. Women are healers. Some women have power but still the chief (a man) utters the other. The boys get into fights! And their dad is like "Go apologize. *Whispers* what's the other guy look like". The girls are kind and keep their younger siblings in check!

Which. You know, this is what I can observe, in my own life. It could be argued it's a good representation of the social pressures and dynamics of those gender groups in current society. The question is

FUCKING WHY

WHY am I seeing traditional gender roles and American values on a LITERAL ALIEN PLANET. GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK. And the thing is, I'm not even sure it's by design. What is more terrifying, is that it might stem from an UTTER INABILITY TO CONCEIVE ANYTHING ELSE COULD EVEN EXIST.

And the most terrifying to me is: the intended audience probably does identify with Jack Sully. I can imagine a lot of family dads sitting there slightly teary eyed going "yeah. A father's job is to protect his family."

WHICH COULDVE BEEN A STRENGTH. It could have taken that audience and told them: look. Trying to protect his family like that got Jack nowhere. Understanding of other cultures, of your own children is equally, if not more important.

But no.

I'll talk about it later but. To me, the movie unintentionally highlights stuff, and fails to deliver what could be deeper and meaningful messages every single, time.

It's a talent really.

right. Back to the story

A girl has disney princess powers because of, of...,

*Checks notes* a... miracle... You know what I give up.

(She was conceived like fucking Jesus by Mother Nature. this was actually the one scenaristic way out I could forgive, were it not for all the other scenaristic shortcuts.)

To sum up:

Visuals 12/10

Scenario: -2/10

Jake Sully: fuck you

Americanism: -1000/10

For the first hour, the only words in my mind were "utter shite." Now. With such a negative balance, is there anything worth seeing at all, besides the special effects?

I'm sad to say, there is.

For me at least. And it was

The children.

My attachment to the children is what carried this entire movie for me. Both their parents and the narrative fails them at every turn but that's ok, because they grew somewhat beyond what the narrative was tryna do with them. I'll put this in a reblog because 1. I'm tired 2. I need more picture space

[chocoenvy]

So you thought the last one was good well how about this i put 5% of my angstussy into this one

Reader can be seen swinging vortex vanquisher while fighting childe in the snowy fields of the tsaritsas domain for some "exercise" as the acolytes watch from afar with medical aid at the ready but zhongli notices something about how Reader fights

Zhongli: Barbatos do you notice anything...... strange with how our grace handles a polearm

Venti: uh yeah there AMAZING at it but that's expected of our divine creator

Zhongli: its probably nothing but just look

Cut to Reader spinning vortex vanquisher around parrying and blocking all of childes attacks even forcing him into his fowl legacy form but what really stands out to zhongli and even the tsaritsa is how devoid of emotion readers face and eyes become like the moment they pick up a weapon they only have one objective........to kill

Suddenly Zhongli is pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of childe being knocked out of his foul legacy and the hard almost rib breaking stomp of the readers foot on childes chest as reader holds vortex vanquisher to childes throat as he holds his hands up in surrender

Childe: wonderfully done your grace you surely had me on my toes (reader doesn't respond only stares into childes dead blue eyes with their equally dull red ones but that's not right readers eyes are the color of stars) um your grace......are you okay

Reader doesn't respond only holding vortex vanquisher dangerously close to childes throat oh how easy it would be to just end it

Reader then raises the polearm away from childes neck allowing him to let out a breath of relief as everyone gets ready to congratulate them on there win before it turns to fear as they thrust the polearms blade once again towards childe but stop just a blood is drawn from his throat before they start to shake and cry before falling to the ground unconscious there eyes returning to there starry and gold appearance as everyone races to check on the reader to ensure there safety Ei and the tsaritsa both stare at reader with eyes of fear

Ei: you saw that didn't you

Tsaritsa:.........i

Ei: they fought just like They did during the fall

Tsaritsa: it can't have been them remember the scrolls said "the divine creator would return from there world of healing to lead us into a golden age" an age without celestia.......do you dare oppose our creator....our LOVER

Ei: i.....I'm sorry its just after that day everytime I try to think back to that monsters face all I get is.....nothing

The tsaritsa and Ei decide to put this topic aside and help the other acolytes get ready to the castle

Long ago during the earlier days of teyvat before the idea of archons was even conceived there was a warrior one adept with any weapon and able to control all the elements they had no name, they had no face, and where ever they went.....was left destroyed without a trace

A warrior created by celestia to enforce there rule and tasked with the sole purpose but to destroy any and all disruptions of celestias rule and since so many have fallen to their blade not much is know about them only tales of a monster with dull red eyes and a hunger for death

So how did I do?

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH AND HOW HARD I LAUGHED AT ANGSTUSSY

okay but the god that they've been worshipping, the god they thought was so holy and good because they came from a world different from their own. That they'd be able to save them from the forces of their world because they were not originally from here.

Just for them to be the very thing they sought refuge from.

For them to watch as you flourish and blossom into a killing machine that will one day kill them all. They worshipped you, all for you to kill them in the end. They were the hands that nurtured their own demise and they can't help but hate themselves for being so blind.

Even if you were innocent and had no control over this force, if it was something invading your body and something you had no desire for... if any of them could they'd all go back and kill you when they had the chance.

Or maybe some of them cared too much about you to kill you. Perhaps someone knew but decided not to say anything, because they love you.

It's a very yummy thought im gonna nom on this for a while thank you <3

[loominggaia]

i dont know how i missed the whole "sirenes are second class citizens in aquaria" thing. on that note, would you mind expanding on how sirenes live within the aquarian alliance? aside from being the common footsoldiers and such

This is one of those "open secrets" in the Aquarian Alliance. On paper, all species have equal rights, even Terrian species. But in practice...yeah, not so much.

It's pretty clear that cecaelia have the most power and wealth in this nation. Sirenes make up the vast majority of the Alliance's population, yet they tend to hold lower places in society.

This is all by design. Sovereign is a cecaelian-supremacist who wishes the whole world resembled his native ethnostate of Tekee. That time and culture are long gone, but he is not ready to let it go. He sees the sirenes as useful tools to accomplish his goals, so he's willing to meet them half-way on things here and there.

But if Sovereign does achieve world domination, you can bet he'll betray the sirenes fast and probably enslave them. Most likely, all other species will be made into slave classes to serve cecaelia. In Sovereign's mind, that's the ideal world. He sees cecaelia as victims, not as aggressors, and believes that his species deserves to rule over others because only they are intelligent and capable enough to do so.

So, in this culture, you have a leader who believes his species is objectively superior to all others. As you can imagine, he only appoints other cecaelia to important roles in his government. Those cecaelia appoint other cecaelia under them, and so on, which leaves sirenes and other species to work in the ditches with no power or influence over anything. It's basically species-based nepotism.

How exactly sirenes live under Alliance rule is dictated by their culture. The Alliance's territory encompasses almost the entire sea, so you have thousands of different cultures operating under its rule. They are forced to serve the Sovereign, but they still cling to their own beliefs and ways of life in any way they can. They're allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, as long as it doesn't conflict with Sovereign's goals. He lets them practice their religions, celebrate their holidays, eat their traditional cuisine, and so on. But in return, they must pay taxes to his regime, obey his nation's laws, and show up to fight if they're drafted.

Some of these territories have higher numbers of sirenes than others. Some have no cecaelia in them at all, so you'll find areas where sirenes have more opportunities to rise into more powerful positions like government leaders and military captains.

Sovereign's regime is slowly trying to phase that out by moving cecaelian populations around like chess pieces, forcing them into strategic locations to take power away from sirenes. It's very insidious and no one is happy with it. The native sirenes hate it because it strips them of their culture and robs them of opportunities, and the cecaelian immigrants hate it because they're being forced to move somewhere they don't necessarily want to be.

Naturally this creates a lot of conflict between sirenes and cecaelia, which is exactly what Sovereign wants. If they're busy fighting with eachother, then they're too distracted to point fingers at him.

There's a lot of strategic, artificial conflict in the Aquarian Alliance. It can really suck to be a sirene here or it can be okay, depending on your location. Personally, if I was a sirene, I would much rather live in a place like Matuzu Kingdom, Mogdir Kingdom, or even the Seelie and Unseelie Courts.

Hell, even life Lamai Nation would be preferable to an Alliance territory imo. There is still some level of systemic oppression against sirenes there, but at least the Lamaish government doesn't gaslight its citizens about it like the Alliance does.

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

[arizonaconservativegal]

Volunteer anon again. Thanks for answering my previous question! Here's a follow up. Ngl I'm usually hesitant to attend any GOP gatherings in my area because I feel like the attendees would mostly be middle-aged men and I would be the only 20-something woman there. I would feel weird and uncomfortable. But maybe I'm making incorrect assumptions?

Oh yeah I feel that. I'm 27 and I've been going to these things since I was 19. I have on more than one occasion walked into a room and realized I was the only person there without grey hair. It doesn't happen everywhere you go, but it definitely happens. My advice would be to go to several different types of groups and events and see what you think. Every group is going to get a different mix of people and even if you get a perfect age/gender mix, sometimes they'll be a bit too church-y or too libertarian or too Trump-y or too whatever. It's okay to shop around a bit and find something with a good vibe that works for you.

A monthly club or local party meeting is likely to be mostly middle age to retirement age folks, both men and women, probably in a roughly equal mix. They will probably be beside themselves with excitement to see someone under the age of 40 and there is a solid chance you will become their unofficial young person translator/mascot. Prepare to get adopted by a dozen new aunts/uncles/grandparents and you may be asked to help them fix their website or social media.

You might want to see if your area has an active Young Republicans club. Technically that's anyone under 40 so it's not super young, but young enough to do happy hour instead of early bird dinner specials. Or you could try the local Republican Women's chapter, but those will be more soccer moms and grandmothers, and not a lot of younger folks. If you're in your early twenties or in college, you can check out the College Republicans or Turning Point chapters near you, which is where the kiddos concentrate themselves. Personally I find them to be exhausting because although I'm only 27, I am an old lady already. They're good kids, they're just... a lot.

If you get involved in a campaign, you'll pretty much just see retirement age folks and college age kids as volunteers. Everyone in the middle is busy with jobs and families so they don't show up to volunteer much. You might see them for a few big events, but otherwise your regulars are going to be grandma and the intern pool.

I do have to add a caveat that the demographics of the party and of what I call the "activist class" are shifting a lot right now. We are getting more young people, more soccer moms, more hispanic people, and a lot more people who are brand new to politics. The more Trump-y a candidate is, the more you will see this shift on their campaign. Love him or hate him, that MAGA/America First stuff did wonders for our outreach.

The other thing you can do is start your own club. I won't lie, that's not super easy to do, but if you talk to your local party about what you're trying to create, they can probably help. Turning Point reps may also be willing to help with this if you don't mind falling under their banner.

Also, if you are at all interested in going the career route with all this, you'll find a very different group of people. Consultants and staffers tend to be anywhere from 25 to mid 50s. They are mostly men and the women in that group tend to be on the younger side. They're also a very different vibe. It's a business for us, not a hobby, and while we enjoy what we do and believe in our causes and candidates, there's a little more pragmatism, sometimes with a cynical edge to it. We're less concerned with which particular brand of conservative you are and more focused on just getting the job done.

[obx-paradiseonearth]

The Bet | Rafe Cameron

Hey lovelies, this is my first Rafe Cameron fic and I hope y’all like it! It’s set with him and y/n in university and he’s for sure a bit out of character- no murder in this house he didn’t deserve that shit- but that’s okay because this is fanfiction! Please enjoy loves and let me know what you think!

Description: Rafe Cameron and y/n go to University together and make a bet at the beginning of the year: who can make the other fall in love first. This is the climax of such. 

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Warnings: SMUT: basic things, oral (female), regular sex, dirty talk (mild?), might be important to note she’s a virgin in this

Word count: 4.9k

Tags: Fluff, Smut, tiny bit of angst at the beginning if you squint super hard

// If heaven and hell had equal say in creating one person, it would be the man with his head between her thighs //

          She sighs, her toes burying themselves in the carpet as her arms reach well past her head in a much needed stretch. Her room is dark, the only light coming from her cheap desk lamp. The pounding in her head, for once, isn’t enough to drown out anything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours. None of this was supposed to happen, it wasn’t supposed to get this far. It was always just a game, wasn’t it? She runs a shaky hand through her hair, her knees wobbling slightly at the thought. Get it together, y/n. 

          She pulls the scrunchie from her hair, her muscles coiled tightly, letting it fall around her shoulders wildly. Her skin is burning up under her jumper and she pulls it quickly over her head too, letting it land in a heap at her feet. Slipping her jeans off, and socks too, she reaches up again, only this time to turn the ceiling fan on. It whirls to life quickly and she’s left in nothing but her sticky skin and the black star lace set that he always adored. 

          Him.

          All she can see is his face, and the way his blue eyes would dance up her body if he was here. She can hear the breath he would take. No she can feel it, in her own lungs, swirling cool peppermint in her chest like it’s his own. His touch, light at first, moving slowly downwards, over the hills of her breasts, against the curve of her waist, until finally over-

          No.

          She doesn't want to think about him anymore. She needs to move, do something other than stand here and feel bad for herself. What would her mother think? And her sister? Actually she knows what they would think. They would say, ‘Y/n what have you done?’ No, actually, just her mom would say that. Her face would scrunch up and her nose would do that crinkle thing it always does when she’s disappointed. Which is a lot. Her sister, though, would be firm. Her sister would say, ‘Pick yourself up y/n. Get it together, he is not going to win this one. You do not let a boy do this to you.’ Her sister would be right, like always.

          The problem is she wants to scream. She wants to claw at her throat until all the sounds come pouring out. She wants to rip out her hair and scrub at her skin until she can’t smell anything but iron and fire. Anything but pine and sandalwood and him. She needs the memory of his hands to fade. Fast. But she can still feel his fingers tracing patterns on her back and the urge to scream gets so much stronger. It’s building in the pit of her stomach, the same way it used to, but this time it’s dangerous and angry. It makes an unfamiliar heat run through her veins. Visions of ripping her posters off the wall and smashing her laptop against her desk fill her head. She needs to calm down now.

          This time she does move, towards her bed, and sits on the edge, gripping her sheets with all the strength she has left. Something soft brushes her thigh and she glances down to see a brown shirt. Of course it’s here he must have forgotten it. Despite everything she pulls it over her head and curls into a ball. Just as she thought, it smells like the forest. 

          Sleep comes easier than she thought it would, her eyes fluttering closed in a pine scented sedation. Maybe he’ll come to her in her dreams. At least she can still have that. She lets herself sink a little deeper into her comforter as the pine gets a little stronger. 

         “So this is just it, yeah?” His voice is as slow as honey in the darkness of her room. Great, now she’s hearing his voice in her head. 

          She pushes her head against her bed, ready to let the sleep handle this. Except now there are footsteps, and they get louder, like they’re coming towards her. What the hell is going on.

         She rolls over in time to watch a blurry Rafe walk into her dorm room. Well, more like storm into her dorm room, in all his open-flannel, black-jean fury. It takes no time at all before she feels her feet touch the shag of her carpet again but this time her toes curl in order to keep her upright. 

         When his face comes into focus, he’s less than a foot away from her. “What are you doing here?” 

          Her voice is pure ice but it doesn’t faze him in the slightest. His ocean eyes are black in the darkness. She can feel the heat rolling off him in waves, beckoning her to reach out and touch his burning chest. She has to close her fingers around the hem of the shirt- his shirt- to avoid accidentally doing just that. He’s fuming. 

        “What the hell was that back there?” His voice is slightly louder than before.

        She’s still staring at his chest. “Rafe get out of my room.”

        “Y/n, I’m not asking again, what the fuck was that?” 

        His chest heaves as he takes a breath and her hands itch to reach up and feel his hot skin, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

       She takes a step back. His being so close is making her head spin in dizzying loops. He only follows though, closing the space between them more than it already is, if that’s even possible.

       “You left. After everything I said you just fucking left!” His voice is strong but she doesn't miss the slight crack. It shoots a pain like she’s never felt before through her chest. 

        She can’t help the harshness in her words. “It was a game, Rafe.”

        “We both know it wasn’t, y/n.”

        At his words all the air gets sucked out of her lungs. 

        “You need to go.” It’s no more than a whisper, so quiet she’s not certain she actually said it. 

         She turns away from him, stumbling to lean against the posts of her bed, attempting to remain upright despite how weak her legs feel. She can hear his labored breaths from behind her and she screws her eyes shut, willing him to just walk away before either of them get even more hurt than they already are. Or at least more than she already is. 

         But of course, he wouldn’t be Rafe if he gave up that easily. 

         “Y/n you don’t mean that,” his breath is on the back of her neck and she shivers, trying not to squeeze her thighs together to make it last a little longer, “you can’t resist me and you know it. Just look at what you’re wearing.”

        She spins around quickly, a new rage igniting in her stomach and overpowering everything else in its wake. He’s always so damn arrogant. It makes her want to punch him in the face and maybe split one of his full lips. 

        She throws her arms up in exasperation, not meaning to lift the shirt past her hips. “What the hell do you want from me, Rafe!”

       His eyes lower and he sucks in a harsh breath, just the way she had imagined he would earlier. “Fuck.”

       “Rafe this was your idea! You won. Isn’t that enough for you?” She pulls the material back down, crossing her arms over her chest.

       He continues staring at her legs, greedily taking in every inch of bare skin. The heat between her legs roars to life again. She throws her hair back up, hoping to cool down even slightly. He makes her so damn mad all the time. This was never a good idea. She knew something like this was going to happen but, of course, she had to do it anyway. Stupid y/n. 

         She turns around again and steps away from him, praying he’ll leave. “Just go please.”

         She almost expects it when his hands grab onto her waist but she can’t help the sharp inhale she takes. His hands are life giving, despite everything that’s happened. They could still bring the dead to life again.  

         “You don’t want that, do you?” His words are warm against her now-revealed neck. 

         “It was a game. It wasn’t real, Rafe.” She tries to make her words firm but they come out as soft mewls instead. 

        His nose skims her neck and she knows he can feel her trembling in his grip. “Who are you trying to convince here, y/n, me or yourself?” 

         He plants a burning kiss against her skin- one she knows he has to bend over significantly to do- as his hands move inward, resting on her abdomen in the dip between her hips. She barely stops the moan from tumbling out of her lips. There’s no way she can respond right now or she’ll be done for. She’s seconds away from caving in. 

          One of his hands begins sliding slowly towards her chest and it takes everything she has to not throw her head back against him as her breasts swell in anticipation. His other hand, though, is creeping dangerously close to breaking her resolve. His fingers dance over the top of her panties and ignite every inch of skin he touches. Her ears are ringing so loud they drown out her own panting breaths. She’s a complete and utter mess in his arms. 

         “If you can honestly tell me that this is all a game,” his fingers continue to lower at a tantalizingly slow pace, “then I’ll leave.”

          She can’t help but lean further into his chest as his hand gently squeezes her breast and his thumb rolls over her nipple from over his shirt. She can hear her sigh over the ringing in her ears. The whole floor probably hears it. His other hand quickly finds her and he slides a lazy finger over her aching sex. She doesn't need to hear the moan to know it came out. 

         His voice is honey again, dripping down her spine with every sickly-sweet word. “Fuck, baby, if you can tell me that how wet you are for me right now is just a game then I will leave and you won’t have to see me ever again.”

         His words are the final push it takes to give into him. 

         “Rafe.” His name falls from her lips like a praise.

         As soon as he hears her he spins her around, lifting her with an arm under her butt and a hand gripping the back of her neck. His lips crash onto hers feverishly and she tastes peppermint with a hint of cigarettes, letting it consume the last remaining parts of her that want to deny him. Her legs wrap around his waist, warming from the bare skin of his abdomen. She can feel him against her as she tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling lightly at the roots.

          “Baby,” he moans into her mouth, sending tingles racing to the pit of her stomach, “it was never a fucking game. You've always been mine.”

         He walks her backwards with his mouth latched on her neck, no doubt leaving marks everywhere his tongue traces. He sets her on the edge of her bed, gently pushing her onto her back before shrugging off his flannel and kneeling between her legs on the floor. Even in the faint light she can see his eyes devouring every part of her. He takes his time running his hands up her legs, rubbing small circles wherever he wanders. She props herself up on her elbows, watching him take in all of her. He leans down to kiss the insides of her thighs. 

          If heaven and hell had equal say in creating one person, it would be the man with his head between her thighs.

         “Rafe, please.” she falls back when he moves closer to her covered flesh.

         “What do you want me to do baby,” he looks up at her as he places another kiss to the junction of her thigh, “I need you to tell me what you want.”

          Another moan slips out when his fingers graze over her panties.

          “Y/n, I need to hear you say it.” He sounds like he has all the time in the world. He slips his thumbs into her waistband and pulls ever so slightly.

          “Rafe, fuck, I-” his lips press against her hip bone and her mind scrambles to think of any words that will make even the slightest bit of sense together- “kiss me, fuck, please kiss me Rafe!”

         He looks up at her through his lashes, his hair falling in his face and a beautiful smirk carved on his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

         Before she can process what’s happening he’s pulled the lace fully off her legs and his mouth is over her, his tongue swirling around her sex in agonizingly slow circles. Every nerve in her body sings his praise all at once which is funny considering he’s the one on his knees for her. It takes everything in her to not squeeze her thighs tighter around him if only to make sure he never leaves her. She settles for once again gripping his hair between her fingers. 

         He slips a finger inside her and curls it, pulling another one of the endless moans from her. She raises her hips, trying to get as close to him as she possibly can. She doesn't think she’ll ever be close enough though. They could be the same person and she would still never be close enough to him. His tongue circles her clit and she almost loses it. She never used to know why they explained it like a ball of fire in the pit of your being- like a mini sun exploding within you- until him. 

         “Rafe.” His name tumbles from her mouth of its own accord. 

         His eyes look up to meet her and that’s when the little sun explodes, the most delicious flames consuming her body like they always seem to do when he’s around- only this time a thousand times stronger. 

         He doesn’t stop sucking on her flesh until she’s panting from the overstimulation- her bones nothing but mush- and pulling him from her thighs and on top of her. His bare shoulders are smooth and powerful as he holds himself over her, her fingers crawling over the taut muscles feverently, his hair falling in his face once again. He looks at her in awe, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed- like it was his greatest pleasure to bathe her in ecstacy. She can’t help but pull his face to hers and press her lips against his. That’s all it takes to start the mini sun forming and twisting inside her again. Her lips move to his neck as her hands trace over his panelled stomach and pop the button of his jeans.

          “Fuck, y/n, baby are you sure?” He hisses slightly, sucking in some air as she wraps her hand around him, squeezing lightly. 

          She starts to nod before stopping herself, the words clawing at her throat, “yes Rafe, I’m sure. I need you.”

She’s ready to beg if she has to, her fingers squeezing again, her cheeks heating when he murmurs her name again. She’s never been one for drugs but the way he says her name? Oh, she’s hopelessly addicted.

          He looks at her and for the first time tonight he looks a little unsure of himself. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

          Her heart flutters in her chest at his words. “You have to, please. I don’t want anyone else to do it. Only you.”

         His eyes flash, his hand moving to grab her jaw. “No one else is ever going to fucking touch you, you hear me?”

         She bites back the smile before it takes over her entire face, instead choosing to say the one thing she knows he needs to hear the most right now. Her hands slide over his chest, curling over his strained shoulders and squeezing. She can almost feel her blood running through her veins- thick and hot and determined- as she says it.

          “Rafe I love you.”

          The room is silent for the first time since he walked through the door. It’s nerve wracking, to say the least. His eyes search hers thoroughly- as if trying to decide whether or not she’s telling the truth. His chest heaves, brushing hers with each labored breath. She can honestly say this is the first time she’s ever seen a shocked expression on his face. It’s quite heartbreaking, to be completely honest.

          “What did you say, baby?” His voice is barely a whisper.

          “I said I love you, Rafe Cameron.”

          He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers, “again.”

          Her brows furrow, her heart pounding. Did he not hear her? No, that can’t be right. She hadn’t stuttered, hadn’t fumbled. She was quite clear. Her heart thunders painfully, her chest aching. Does he not want to say it back?

           “Baby, please,” he opens his eyes and she gasps, the shine clear even through the darkness, “I need you to say it again. I need, fuck, I don’t know-”

           Oh. 

          Oh no, no, no. 

          “I love you,” she pushes her hands up his chest and through his hair, tugging him closer to her, a wave of something fierce flooding her body, “I love you, Rafe. I love you so much it hurts.” She presses her lips against his, biting his lip hard before releasing him, her eyes searching his face desperately, “didn’t you hear me earlier? You won! You made me fall in love with you! I am in love with you, Cameron!”

          His mouth falls open slightly and, for a moment, all she can hear again is his panting breaths, wild and hot, like an animal finally set free, “Rafe-”

          He smashes his mouth against hers, cutting off her words and replacing them with her moan- so loud she’s certain it, too, like his lips, could wake the dead. Maybe in a way her moan does. Maybe it slams through Rafe’s ears and veins and bones and makes him feel alive- makes him feel like he has a purpose, even if it’s just to bring her the greatest pleasure of her life. She can’t be sure but if the way their teeth clash together and his hands rub across her skin- like he’s trying to start a fire with his bare hands- are any indication then she could die a happy woman knowing he’s finally alive.

          “I love you.” His tongue slips into her mouth and she groans, the peppermint exploding over her senses again, “I’m in love with you.” His voice is husky- strained from something she knows she wouldn’t be able to understand- and she sighs, her chest welling with an aching longing on he can erase, “have been for way too long.”

          She’s breathless, lost in the way he says the words. It’s like he plucked each word from the sky, fished each one from the sea and pressed each together with only his hands. Each word is special. Stars and pearls and diamonds. I’ve been in love with you for way too long. She’ll never ask him for a necklace or a ring- he just ruined her wanting anything material from him- she’ll only ask that he never stops saying he loves her like it’s the only thing that matters.

          Hearing him say the words makes her light up, a passion burning through her veins that makes her crave an outlet of sinful proportions. She slips her fingers back into his jeans, this time tugging him free and pumping her fist slightly, her mind going fuzzy from how big he feels in her hands. Will this even fit? She swallows thickly, forcing her mind back to his velvety skin. He’s long and hot, searing into her hand as her thumb rolls over his tip, spreading the moisture and pulling a throaty groan from his lips.

          “Fuck, I need you baby,” he mumbles, his hand dragging down her side, his fingers slipping back inside her. 

          He curls his digits again, twisting them hastily, as if desperate to hear her soft moans again. If that’s his goal then he succeeds indefinitely, her core clenching with the slip of his name from her lips. She squeezes her hand around him, breathless from the feeling of him throbbing between her fingers, mirroring the way her body responds to his ministrations. 

          “Rafe, please,” she doesn’t know exactly what she’s begging for but she’s compelled by the way he thrusts into the palm of her hand when she says his name, “fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” 

          Saying the words make her tingle, her skin flushed and yearning. They feel so wrong in her mouth- obscenely so- but she craves the way they make him buck against her, pulling her skin between his teeth and biting. She lifts her legs and pushes her heels against his hips, trying her best to convey how hungry she is to feel completely full- not just with his fingers. Come on, Rafe, please.

          “Yeah, you want me to fuck you baby?” His mouth is on her ear now, his voice low but strong. Her belly squeezes at his words, his tone dripping with sweet torture. His thumb flicks over her clit slowly, his eyes watching every little movement she makes. It’s becoming explicitly clear just how long he’s been waiting for this moment. The thought alone makes her moan. “I can’t hear you baby. Should I fuck you right now?”

          The coil in her belly tightens further and she moans as he removes his fingers, his hand latching on to her hip. Something tells her this is Rafe Cameron at his most restrained self.

          Time for that to change.

          “I want you to fuck me, Rafey,” the nickname slips from her without hesitation, her own way of proving she’s ready for him, her pride swelling when he squeezes her tighter, “right now.”

          That’s all it takes for him to kick his jeans off, jostling her body closer to him. She groans when he runs his tip over her clit, teasing her entrance with the first true glimpses of electricity, her skin crackling and sparking wherever he meets her. By the time he finally lines himself up she feels like she’s seconds away from combusting. The flames licking at her- just barely contained under the surface of her skin- roar when he pushes in the first two inches. 

          She gasps, tasting metal in her mouth, “holy shit, Rafe.” He feels like fire inside her, like he’s burning himself into her, her body igniting from the inside out, “too big. You’re too big.”

          He chuckles and the sound is like water. No, not like water. She’s pretty sure it is water, pouring over all the parts of her that roar when he pulls out and pushes back in a few more inches; soothing her like the ocean lapping at her body on an especially hot day. It’s a fitting notion; him being her ocean. She could drown in his presence. 

          “I promise I’ll fit, baby.” 

          Because you were made for me, she fills the rest in herself.

          With a final push- one that makes her wonder if she’s supposed to taste the flames on her tongue- he bottoms out, stalling as she adjusts to him. She swallows a few times, her mouth going dry from fighting her groans of pain. She doesn’t know when her hands found his shoulders but she doesn’t think about it, she just digs her fingers into his skin, tipping her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.

          “Rafey,” she whines, her voice hoarse in the sudden silence.

          “I know, baby,” he coos back, his lips meeting her jaw and his hand massaging her side.

          The ache subsides slowly- the fire fading from inferno to smolder- and she shifts her hips, trying to find a more comfortable position and- oh.

          Oh holy shit!

          “Oh my god,” she gasps, dragging her hand across his back, sinking her nails into his skin as a wave of white hot pleasure jolts up her spine. 

          She bucks her hips against his- she has to, it feels like magic- her thighs climbing around him, her ankles crossing behind him. He laughs again, his lips brushing over her neck. He pushes one arm under her back, the other hooking around her knee, pulling her closer to him. She moans when he slides slightly inside her, stretching her in a way that makes her see stars.

          “Baby-” she clenches and he hisses- “fuck, I’m taking that as a go ahead,” he murmurs, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back into her heat, “god, you’re so tight baby. So fucking perfect.”

          He pulls out again, pushing back in a touch harder. Her toes curl when he sets a steady rhythm, his shaft meeting depths she didn’t know were possible. Her room fills with the sound of his skin slapping against hers and the little moans she can’t contain, emphasized by his own, softer groans. Every time his hips meet hers she feels that ball of fire- the sun she didn’t know existed inside her- grow a fraction. Soon it’s humming, pulsing in the pit of her stomach and begging to explode.

          Rafe pushes up on his arm, pulling her hips to stay aligned with him as his eyes devour her, his mouth falling open with a groan. The tiny sun squeezes at his hungry expression, the fire behind his eyes feeding the fire growing steadily within her. 

          “You look so pretty baby, wrapped around my cock like that,” she moans, the words fuel to her fire. “Do you like my cock, baby?” Her core squeezes and he bites his lip, his hand digging into her hip. “Someone clearly likes hearing what I have to say but can she speak?”

          Her cheeks flare with heat but the ball of fire only grows once more, “I love your cock, Rafey. It’s-” she gasps he pulls out before slamming back into her, her eyes widening from the tangible pleasure rolling through her- “it’s so good.”

          “That’s better baby. I want this whole building to hear you scream,” he growls out, snapping his hips, “to know you’re mine.” He shifts his thrusts, brushing a spot that makes her gasp, his eyes lighting up dangerously, “got it, baby.”

          “Rafe, what, I don’t under-” 

          “Trust me baby.”

          He pulls her leg up his chest, her ankle hanging from his shoulder as he picks up his thrusts. Her eyes widen as he somehow feels deeper, brushing a spot that makes her whine. He slams into her relentlessly, his fingers dancing down her leg until they find her clit, pressing down gently and circling. She moans- louder than all her other moans before- and shivers as the tiny sun pulses, the familiar feeling of ecstasy creeping over her bones again. She digs her heel into his shoulder, biting her lip and twisting her fingers in her sheets.

          “Oh fuck,” she gasps, her voice strangled.

          “That’s it baby,” Rafe encourages, his movements becoming sloppier, “louder.”

          He presses his fingers harder, his hips jutting precisely into her and all of a sudden the mini sun enters supernova, the coil in her belly snapping as her muscles squeeze deliciously, “Rafe!”

          He thrusts into her a few more times before tensing, his head thrown back with a choked moan. The sight alone is enough to make her want to do it all again but combined with the feeling of him twitching inside her, the warmth blossoming alongside his release, it’s dangerous- if she wasn’t before, she’s now painfully addicted to Rafe Cameron.

          He falls beside her, pulling out with a final, shared hiss. She reaches for him automatically, craving the feeling of his arms around her and his pine tree scent, now marred with the aroma of their actions. Her whole body still buzzes slightly but her limbs are weighed down with sleep, the fatigue wrapping around her bones and tugging. He pulls her against his chest, his hands sliding up and down her back, his fingers pressing into her muscles. 

          “That feels nice,” she murmurs, her voice sounding far away from her as she tries hard to chase away the blackness nipping at her vision, “I’m so sleepy now.”

          He presses his lips against her forehead, laughing lightly, “don’t fight it baby.” His voice is like a lullabye, soft and slow, pushing her closer to the brink of unconsciousness, “you’re about to have the best sleep of your damn life.”

          She hums, her eyes now closed and her face pressed against his arm, her fingers curled around his bicep, “love you, Rafey.”

          If her eyes were open she would see the way he smiles at her- the way he can’t wipe the grin off his face for fifteen minutes- and she would smile too. Her eyes aren’t open, though, so instead she has to make due with his words.

          “I love you, y/n.”

          It’s not a bad compromise. 

          The last thought the flits through her mind before she caves to the sweet call of post sex sleep is one that she tells herself she has to make sure to tell Rafe in the morning. It’s important. 

          She needs to tell him that she won.

[ackermanshoe]

Just a few things to talk about here: lengthy 😩

Levi being a 2 in teamwork meaning he never had chemistry while fighting alongside others, like ever. But then mikasa happened. As if isayama spelled it out for us that Levi and mikasa’s connection is so special, particularly to Levi, from the beginning. So now you realise that Levi has experiences with mikasa that he has NEVER had before with anyone, ever.

So you have seen this picture before but I’d like to take the time to dig deep into this. It’s from erens point of view and it most likely shows how he remembers these characters to be most of the time. Connie and admin being playful with each other, Sasha laughing at them, floch and marlo talking and hitch (?) just existing there because eren prolly never interacted with her.

Hanji in the background smiling at the group and Erwin giving them a soft smile. However there’s something particular about both Levi and jean isn’t it? Yeah you guessed it, both of them are looking at mikasa’s direction. ( I saw a post where they were trying so hard to refuse the FACT that Levi was looking at mikasa, even though they acknowledged that Jean was. 🤥🤥)

And lastly mikasa softly smiling at eren. You can clearly see Jean being glaring at that and the fact that isayama drew ALL of their eyes so crystal clear EXCEPT both Levi and Jean,,,, gets me. So you’re going to draw faces of people being themselves but what purpose does it serve you to draw both Levi’s and Jean’s( Jean who is a known mikasa simp) face looking at mikasa’s direction but not draw their eyes ( pupils ) clear? Was it forshadowing their mutual feelings towards her? Since “eyes are the window to the soul” and the drawing does not allow for us to get a clear view of their eyes was isayama implying that both Levi and Jean had hid their feelings for her?

Of course jeans face has a certain darkness to it because everybody is aware of his unrequited love and isayama does little to hide that. But notice how both Levi and his faces are tilted in a way. And the most obvious connection to both Jean and Levi are the way Levi is positioned almost in a line behind Jean, which creates a vector line from their eyes leading straight to mikasa.

Let's talk about this shall we? See how by placing the dark haired people on the front and centre has created a salient within this frame? Yeah the rest of the people in there are either blonde or light haired, Isayam placed each character there with a purpose. Now I'm not saying the 4 heads makes it look like a heart shape but that's excatly what I'm SEEING. maybe, just maybe this was a forshadowing of mikasa's choice, since she was placed in the middle of both Levi and Eren. Eren, whose face is not placed on the same level as Mikasa and Levi could possibly represent "dream" or a reality which would be hard for Mikasa to reach, therefore giving a hint of chapter 138 and mikasa's headache AU.

Whereas Levi, despite his height, face is on the same level as mikasa's. A form of equality, sameness, familiarity and most importantly symbolising reality.

Since he isn't hard to reach from where is Mikasa is placed. And lastly Gabi, we have all seen rivamika parental mode kicking in the recent chapters and here Gabi being in between Levi and her could possibly hint their parenthood, an option that will only be available if Mikasa choose reality: Levi. Therefore Gabi representing quiet simply Levi and mikasa's possible kid. Ackerbaby 👶

This panel, I'm dying to talk about this.most important question: is it Levi's tears that's falling?

I have stared at this for houRS, and I still don't have an unbiased answer. Although most would discard this as spit or sweat Levi probably has from yelling, I'm not fully convinced by it. Maybe it's my desparate rivamika mind that's refusing to let it go but how would spit or sweat end up where his bandage is?

On the too right corner we see multiple drops but why would anything but a tear be where you can see that single droplet of water on his bandages? It's literally so suspicious which is why isayama makes me mad, he teases so much and so subtly. He doesn't show Levi's eyes there, he could have, to emphasize on Levi's level of worry which could have been more effective when reading his expression and yet isayama chose to show his widened mouth to showcase Levi's anxiety.

I'm still debating on this however there's no mistaking it that Levi cares for Mikasa more than anyone.

Which brings me to this:

The similarities that I can not call parallels just yet, between erehisu and rivamika is really comforting as cruel it maybe to mikasa and historia. Levi is willing to have historia eat the beast titan without remorse, without thinking. Where as eren as we all know will do anything but sacrifice historia. Yes, anything. Even if it means putting mikasa ( and admin) on the boat as everyone else and letting them do whatever they want. In a way both of them are treating both mikasa and historia the same way.

Note Levi’s eyes while talking about historia almost looks psychotic which is unlike Levi and his eyes while looking at mikasa.

Eren who is pressed down to one single choice which might risk mikasa’s life but he won’t sacrifices historia. Protecting her.

Levi who decides to help mikasa has made a choice without any regret, relying on her.

And as for their respective person, both eren and Levi’s gesture and behaviour changes when they are around them. As eren said historia is the girl who saved him and the same way mikasa is the who may bring meaning into Levi’s life. I feel like these two couple has always developed together, take s3 aka rivamika season 🥵

The same way rivamika found trust and a way to bond, so did eren and historia. In their own way they. It’s funny because both of their development are so weirdly ignored by the aot general fandom, gee I wonder why 😒 anyway through these similarities or whatever you may call it you can really see who they each really care for and value over the other.

Lastly

LMAO idk how much people considers pieck and Porco canon as potential lovers but this shot of porco really reminded me of Levi’s jealous look. Not to mention pieck resembled mikasa with that ponytail

Although I support jeanpiku I always had this feeling that porco and pieck might have been shipped together and they are, in this scene ( I haven’t watched the ep) I ASSUME porco is looking at her this way because of these men around looking at her and blushing, well it does resemble another grumpy old man. Anyway I’ll never shut up about that scene with both historia and Levi looking at their partners, jealous and shit 💆‍♀️💅💅💅

Okay I’m done talking for now, thank you again for reading as always idk what this post was tbh I didn’t have it planned at all I just really wanted to talk about these that’s been on mind to spark new conversations about them.

I just wanna say I wish i was part of this fandom sooner, not only does this fandom has the best theorists but also such amazing people. I hope our shitposting and analysis of rivamika will not end with chapter 139. Rivamika will always make me happy and this place will always feel like home, thank you for creating this community 😭💜💜💜💜

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Do you have any words of comfort for a middle child who also serves as the perpetually single backburner friend? Crying myself to sleep tonight feeling like I will never be deeply loved, loved equally, or belong anywhere without being always at least a little out of place... :( Thank you for being here, Momdad

aww honey, i'm so sorry. (and i'm sorry it took me a few days to answer you, i just haven't had the spoons.)

i'm not a middle child, i'm an only child, but that left me pretty lonely too. i was homeschooled and had a really hard time making friends. people would often say nice things about me but never actually want to spend time with me, and i went through almost my whole life until 17 without anyone i was truly close to.

but things change. you grow up, and you start to realize new things. you start to figure out that when people treat you shitty, it's either because they're shitty, you just aren't compatible, or they also have their own shit going on that you aren't seeing.

life is a lot more complicated than "everybody ignores me, nobody tries to love me, i'm not good enough." it's hard for me to put that realization into words, but i promise that it's true.

when other people treat you badly, it's usually because they're lashing out from a place of pain or insecurity. everyone has insecurities, especially the people who most pretend that they don't. some people turn their insecurities inward, some people turn them outward. and some people have been through trauma and they just don't know how to deal with it, and you pay the price for that.

i know i'm rambling a lot and it might not make sense, but let me just bottom line it here: when people treat you bad, it's because of them. it's not because of you.

sometimes gentler, softer people end up more frequently targeted for shitty treatment, but that doesn't mean there's something wrong with you, it just means you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. every time you get treated bad, it's because someone chose to treat you badly.

you deserve better than a friend group that ignores you - although, i do need to make one caveat to that. sometimes we stop reaching out to our friends because we want them to reach out to us first, and when they don't, we take it to mean they don't care about us. but honestly, that's not really fair. they might think that you not reaching out means you don't want to be contacted, or they might just be really busy or tired. i often think "oh i should message [friend]" but then i forget or have to do something else or i just don't have the emotional energy. sometimes i don't message because i feel guilty about not messaging.

so i think you should be wary of creating a self-fulfilling prophecy by not trying to engage your friends. but if you DO try to engage them and they routinely ignore you? yeah, you deserve better friends. and it's okay for you to decide that these just aren't the people for you and move on.

i've been through a lot of lonely years, and to be honest i'm still lonely sometimes. but i have absolutely found better people who treat me well. and, just as importantly, i've learned how to better accept being by myself. i've learned how to better accept myself.

i don't know how old you are, sweetie, but i think you're probably younger than you think. you have a whole lot of time to grow up and find better people. i know that doesn't help with the loneliness today, but you can try not to put any blame on yourself. growing up and finding your place is hard, but it's not your fault that it's hard.

there's nothing wrong with you, honey. and while i know it sounds lame and unfulfilling, you can always give yourself love, attention, and a place to belong. you can always be there for you and put yourself first.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Trickster: an Ethari theory

I've had yea many Ethari headcanons, and I hope I live to have yea many more. Most of them are probably wrong, or incomplete at best. But boy are they fun.

I love to wonder what Ethari will really be like in canon when we get to know him for more than 3 minutes, but whoever he really is on his own, he will have an effect on Runaan , Rayla, and everyone who loves him, because they love him.

The first headcanon I can remember having for "Tinker" was that he could be like Leonardo da Vinci: a genius, creative, surrounded by beautiful ideas given shape by his hands, but also capable of creating deadly weapons, enchantments, and devices with equal beauty, and perhaps not really seeing where the line between them was. It was fun, but Ethari has ended up far softer than my headcanon, and I love and support him in his softness!

After a nice string of Ethari headcanons, this year I've started poking at the Trickster archetype and seeing if it applies to him. And I think it absolutely does!

Tricksters often seem like Chaos. But they're not. They're just Difference. "Chaos" is subjective. Like the "divergent" in "neurodivergent." Who says? Divergent from what, exactly? Perspective matters, and Tricksters have a very broad take on things which allows them to think outside any box people might try to invite them into.

My enjoyment of Loki has brought all kinds of ideas to my dash with the arrival of the Loki show. I've got a copy of the Edda, and I highlighted the hell out of it a couple of years ago as I searched for the roots of Loki's origin story. (It's truly fascinating reading and the symbolic language hidden inside their poetry is dazzlingly amazing and I'm super using it sometime just so you know)

Loki is a Trickster, and he's far from alone in myth and legend. Anansi, Coyote, and Sun Wukong are some you may have heard of. Aaravos is another, of course. Tricksters can be called upon to lend aid and wisdom when the rules don't have an answer for some extraordinary circumstance which the Trickster's people find themselves in. But that's not because they are truly outside the rule of order. They are actually a part of it. They are the catch-all for when the everyday ordinary rules fail people, and something "unthinkable"--in the literal sense--might just hold the answer.

This post crossed my dash today, and something finally clicked in my head, and all of this coalesced from what felt like separate places. But they're not separate, not anymore! Serotonin, baby. It's basically upped my headcanon to a full-blown theory.

What caught my eye was an answer to why Ethari's clothing is so determinedly asymmetrical, compared to Runaan's specifically, but Moonshadows in general. It's because of this:

Long protective sleeves below patterns on shoulders. A high collar paired with a bright and noticeable swoop around the neck. Fine detailing and graceful taste. Asymmetrical tunic point on the left, below broad strappy leather. Knee high boots with stylish protective gaiters.

And let's not forget the curling horns! In some comics, Loki has a broken horn. So does Ethari.

Yes, there is a lot of similarity here, but I'm not focused so much on the visuals as the reason they were chosen. Feel free to consider other aspects of Ethari's personality and how they might be similar to certain parts of Loki's. I did! But I wouldn't be me if I didn't go deeper than that.

My favorite book in the universe (so far) is Lois McMaster Bujold's The Curse of Chalion, and one of the many reasons why is because of her pantheon. It holds five gods, represented by a hand: Father, Mother, Son, Daughter, and Bastard. The first four all have their roles and places. The Bastard--the thumb--inherits everything else. He is the god of all things that do not belong to any other gods, and that includes self-sacrificing vengeance and queerness. He is a Trickster, and his influence on Cazaril's life is far deeper than at first glance. Chaos has its place. It belongs, and so do the Tricksters who engender it. God, I love this book. Please read it if you haven't. Bujold's work is amazing.

If you've seen or read any version of MDZS/Untamed, you know that Wei WuXian is a trickster. Competent and badass in battle, but playful and teasing to the point where sometimes even he isn't sure what he truly wants, he can bring a massive amount of power and focus when he wants to. It's always a matter of "but is it important to me?"

I love WWX so much. The Trickster vibe is very apparent in his character, and in a way you just don't get in Western media. We see him on his own, and we see him with family and loved ones. And he's always feeling something so intensely! He's driven by his emotions, for good or ill. He vibes with chaos, and he will create it if it doesn't exist yet. But he will also create family from nothing, and that's something you don't see enough of! WWX is a Trickster with an emotional preference for joy.

In TDP, Ethari doesn't have a lot of lore yet. It's being Moonshadowed because spoilers for future seasons, and I respect that. The longer the wait for S4, the more ideas I will just amuse myself with in the meantime--and yeah, this is one of them, so what? :))) But we do know a little about him.

He loves music. He loves to read. He leaves his mark on things in swirly form. He works very hard, even through headaches, because what he's doing is that important to him, even though he would much rather be making jewelry. He loves taking the time to polish rough stones into brilliant jewels, and he adores big pretty flowers and had them at his wedding.

Ethari has a temper, but he also loves puns. The weapons he crafts are exquisite: "light, elegant, strong, and clever." And he knew darn well that Runaan was trying to flirt with him, but why return a sentiment he may or may not feel yet when he can play with the overly earnest assassin just a little bit first?

Okay, just... A "simple craftsman" deciding that it's going to be fun to toy for a bit with a broody assassin's feelings? Would you risk that? Ethari got balls the size of the moon, and a brain to match. When he has to make weaponry, he does not half-ass it. Ethari's stabby creations nearly have a life of their own. His creations are literally called "trick weapons." This elf is a lot, okay. And it's possible that he doesn't even know how "a lot" he is. Yet.

We're meeting Ethari after he's found something that is, in fact, genuinely important to him: Runaan, and Rayla, and Laindrin too. Ethari has found a relatively stable place to settle and find a role to adopt. I say adopt, though, because making weaponry for his loved ones is not what he grew up wanting to do. It's what he had to do to keep them safe, once he found a place to bestow his heart.

But in the show, Ethari has lost his family, one by one. First Lain and Tiadrin, ghosted. Then Runaan, supposedly fallen on his mission. Then Rayla, ghosted for abandoning Runaan. He and Rayla have reconnected now, but the rest of his family is still out of his reach. If Rayla has indeed told him, by S4, what she learned at the Moonhenge in TTM, then Ethari may parallel Rayla's journey to seek answers. But even if he doesn't know yet, and gets pulled into some other story arc first, we will be seeing Ethari without his family.

Remember the ATLA episode "Zuko Alone"? Consider: "Ethari Alone."

Ethari has chosen, for love, to fit himself into a box that wasn't of his own making. And now that box has broken. His family doesn't need him to be their craftsman anymore. Perhaps others will need him to be other things to them. Or perhaps he will know that his family does need him, but to be far more than just a maker of pretty swords. A rescuer, perhaps. A healer, a guide? An avenger?

A trickster. Capable of taking many shapes, because he understands them all. Ethari works with form and function. If he needs to transform himself, he will.

That's what Tricksters do. It's delightfully queer and delightfully neurodivergent. Ancient peoples accepted and revered the different among them and actively sought their help with things they themselves struggled with.

Tricksters are Difference. Sometimes that manifests as chaos, sometimes as genius. But if you do not love and appreciate your chaos, it will absolutely turn on you. Wei Wuxian did. Loki certainly has, many times. Perhaps Aaravos is doing so as well.

I cannot wait to see what Ethari does with his difference. I have something very specific that I hope he goes and breaks.

All this from a picture of Tom Hiddleston in his Avengers 1 Loki costume? Yeah. Because Ethari was designed to wear asymmetrical clothing, in a Moonshadow culture that prides itself on balance. Sure, there are some other Moonshadows who wear this or that asymmetrical item, and I do love to see it. But Ethari has the most asymmetrical lines of them all. The meta glee I feel knowing that Moonshadow elves are designed to hold many layers of meaning in their appearances--that the writers, creators, and character designers just flexed with them--is truly a delight.

Ethari is asymmetrical. The full and practical application of that is a glass casket, and I hope it becomes a gift that keeps on giving, because boy do I want to keep receiving it. But right now, I'm genuinely seeing evidence of the Trickster archetype in him. And I really hope it gets to come out and play.

[crossdressingdeath]

I've come across AUs where JFM sends JC to the indoctrination camp alone, and I always find them kind of funny because...I feel like, in talking about how supposedly unfair the whole thing is, they're missing the point how, canonically, it kind of shows how ambivalent JFM is about WWX's wellbeing? Like...JFM sends JC there alone, okay fine, it doesn't MEAN anything because the Wens only requested ONE heir. JFM sends WWX alone - it shows disregard for WWX's wellbeing because WWX 1/2

didn't HAVE to go. JFM, the adult responsible for his wellbeing, willingly let him enter a dangerous situation when he didn't have to, presumably to look after JC. So canonically, we see how WWX is disadvantaged in this situation, and how all of the people who get up in arms about JFM's supposed mistreatment of JC in this scene - there is no mistreatment. JC has to go, WWX doesn't, it's as simple as that. 2/2 

God, yes. I hate those AUs so much. JC had to go because the alternative was JYL and there was genuine concern that she wouldn’t survive it. If you want to call anything in this situation favouritism it’s that; they put their heir at risk because they didn’t want to risk their daughter (quick note that I do not for a second believe that sending JC instead of JYL was favouritism, they sent the child they thought stood a chance of surviving and that was the best call they could make in a horrific situation, but if you’re the sort of person who thinks JFM praising WWX for doing a good job is favouritism...). WWX was just a disciple. Head disciple, yes, but the Wens never specified that they wanted the head disciple; just a certain number of disciples. Unless the Jiangs didn’t have enough disciples to fill out the numbers without sending WWX (which is unlikely at best) he did not have to go. JFM let his ward, a child who was not requested by the Wens in any way aside from as one potential disciple for the group, walk into this incredibly dangerous situation when he could have just ordered him to stay in Lotus Pier. If he really favoured WWX or even saw him as equal to JC in terms of affection he wouldn’t have risked them both when only JC didn’t have a choice! And yeah, presumably he sent WWX to protect JC. If anything it’s a sign of favouritism in the other direction, because he sent WWX into this incredibly dangerous situation that could have been avoided with zero consequence to anyone involved so that JC wouldn’t be without his future second-in-command. There is a reason that MXTX created a situation where JC had to go but WWX didn’t and then had JFM send WWX anyway, guys! We’re supposed to take something from that!

Y’know, the irony is that if JFM truly favoured WWX over JC he probably would’ve adopted him instead of leaving him as head disciple... in which case WWX would have been eligible to go in JC’s place. By not favouring WWX over JC JFM made it impossible to favour JC over WWX in this situation. Also now I kind of want an AU where for whatever reason (either the indoctrination camp or an AU thing) JFM knows he’s going to have to sacrifice one of his children... and adopts WWX for the sole purpose of getting out of it. It would be fun (and angsty).

[gdsplay]

I'm a VIP since 2008. Have been there through every s**t this group have gone through, and I think your blind defending of the other members is gross.

The truth is we simply DON'T KNOW whatever other members knew or not about SR's crimes. I really don't think they have done anything wrong physically, but I absolutely think they at least were fully aware of what SR was doing.

BB have been at least once to his club (this is what we know of, and this is when SR got the nickname of SK gatsby by GD). SR offered prostitutes to his business partners, and I absolutely believe he offered some to BB. He really didn't think it was wrong, this was his way of saying "look, I'm successful now", and I doubt he wouldn't show that to BB. And even if he didn't, they're all smart men (yes, even SR), they have been inside his club, I doubt it they didn't notice what was going on.

Over the years they have warned him of his friends group. Why? How did they know they were shady people? Was it a thing well known in the industry?

They have literally warned him of going to jail, being banned from entering SK, being a criminal (literally saying all of it like that, not going around it) - so they knew he is doing things that even the f**ked up justice system of SK wouldn't be able to look over.

They have teased him that his favorite place in JP was a "motel" or "someone's house" - give me a break, who are you going to motels with?

I don't have double standards. I will not defend any of these men. I think they knew exactly what was going on, and they chose to not speak about it - therefore allowing him to continue his wrongdoings. The truth is I DON'T KNOW for sure, there is only my assumption of whatever they knew or not, but you don't know either. If you're all in for this "moral VIP" image you created, at least be honest enough to say you don't know when being asked about whatever the others knew or not, because no one besides them can know for sure.

PS - holding against SR the fact that he is watching p0rn is not a good argument. Almost every man is watching it nowadays, a lot of women too, are they all perverts?

I have no idea how much he used to watch it, I don't think you know either, the fact that he has been caught few times doesn't mean much. I will not spread false rumors or assumptions of him being p0rn addict. I hope you will stop too, since it really doesn't fit the idea of being this "sticks to the facts" kind of person.

You seem to be twisting my words and not comprehending.

I don’t think you’re aware of how immature and childish Seungri was his whole career. Them warning him all these years was a way of ‘scaring him’ and warning him that if he did consider going down the wrong path he would end up behind bars.

‘How do we know the others weren’t aware of his wrong doings’

Do you really think they’d be okay with what he was doing secretly? Nobody knew. They’ve questioned his whereabouts for the longest as I mentioned in another ask.

Do you know how many people went to burning sun? Hyoyeon from snsd went to this club multiple times herself and even hung out with Seungri, I didn’t see anyone point fingers at her or assuming she was up to no good. They both were DJ’s.

Seungri started off DJing at this club when he would go to different clubs to DJ.

BigBang probably know of Seungri’s personality a lot more than us, knowing what he is like, they probably knew that his personality could get him into trouble at some point but its hard to suspect that someones doing illegal stuff even if they are close to you. Also, I don’t think bigbang would go to Seungri’s businesses as they are extremely busy people or are interested in clubs or ramen, and wouldn’t look through his phone for suspicious text messages (since thats kind of invasion of privacy and friends won’t do that). If he sent text messages that were illegal to them. He had other phones. Just because Seungri was stupid enough to get within the wrong crowd, dare more about business and wondered off away from BigBang doesn’t equal to the members knowing. They’ve stated themselves way before this came to light that Seungri became more distant, he wouldn’t be with the others anymore. He constantly was ‘away’ and they wondered where he would go. So they must’ve of figured he was up to know good which is why they really got onto him even worse from 2016- enlistment. They tried to warn him and scare him straight in case he was up to something shady himself but instead Seungri didn’t care.

Have you never watched out or warned a friend when you’ve felt uncomfortable or someone toxic could be stepping into your life?

You’ve never gotten shady vibes from people? So many have came forward in my inbox mentioning they’ve had a bad gut feeling about Seungri way before this came to light and these people don’t even know him personally, so that says a lot. Imagine meeting these shady people for the first time. Why would they try to keep him away from his money hungry business friends but also take part in it? None of them have went to this club or were interested. They did not want to hangout with him and his business pals. Just like you feel you wouldn’t want to hangout with certain people you don’t know especially after getting shady vibes from these guys? Yeah I wouldn’t either. I’ve had my own fair share of coming a cross people who’ve given me a bad feeling without knowing. I stayed away and my gut feeling is always right.

You can continue and make up your own logic of the blame game but there’s too much evidence agaisnt what you’re trying to argue about. You’re also spreading misinformation yourself. It’s odd your defending Seungri at the same time as bashing him and the others. For someone who’s known of them for over a decade it sure doesn’t seem like it.