#but maybe this time i can prevent that one

[tlbodine]

So, Things Are Terrible and You Want to DO SOMETHING

The election is over and, ah...did not go well. While a lot of folks are doing a post mortem of the campaigns and trying to understand what happened with the vote and fighting over who shoulders the blame, we've gotta turn an eye toward the future and figure out, okay fam, where the fuck do we go from here.

I don't have all the answers on this, and I'm not an authority by any means, I'm just a horror author with a blog. But I've been thinking a lot about it and I wanted to share my thought process with others who might want to DO SOMETHING but feel they're spinning their wheels.

Buckle in. This will be a long one.

Step One: Understand the actual risks and stakes.

I think it is very easy to start panicking now about the worst possible case scenario -- jackbooted military busting into the door to disappear everyone who ever said something mean about Trump or bought a banned book or something -- and let fear turn into inaction.

I'm not saying things can't get that bad, and I'm not saying that it won't be absolutely terrifying right out the gate for some particularly at-risk groups -- but the distance between "now" and "V for Vendetta" is long and filled with a lot of intermediary steps. There will be so many opportunities to prevent the worst case scenario.

I say this because, if your mental image of "Bad Things Happening" is The Purge, it will be easy to wake up on inauguration day, look outside to see that the world is not on fire, think, hey, maybe things will be okay after all, and then completely disengage. Alternatively, you might feel so frozen with terror at the possibility of persecution that you do nothing. This is why people are saying: don't obey in advance.

It is essential for those of us with more privilege to use it to take care of those who are more vulnerable.

So. Who is most vulnerable? What does that vulnerability actually mean? What are the most likely risks of Trump's presidency? Here's a Guardian article that I think does a good job of summarizing some of the main issues. Go read that, then come back here.

Step Two: Take steps to protect yourself

You've gotta put your oxygen mask on first, right? So before you start getting involved in other causes, figure out what risks YOU are at, immediately, and do as much as you can to secure yourself. Some potential action steps depending on your circumstance may include:

Renewing your passport (helpful for leaving the country, but also for gender/name change purposes)

Getting vaccines / boosters

Securing birth control

Ensuring your necessary papers (birth certificates etc.) are where you have access to them.

Drawing up legal paperwork for spouses/partners (always a good idea, a helpful safety measure in case you lose marriage rights)

Bolstering your data privacy and online security. Here's a step-by-step guide I found that could help with that.

The specific steps you need to take here depend on what risks you, personally, face. You'll want to do some more research into this for your particular scenario.

No matter who you are, though, it's probably a good idea to start saving money and being a little more conservative with your spending and/or pay down debts to free up some cash. You don't know what kind of emergency may befall you, and having spare money for an emergency is never a bad idea.

There is a possibility that the cost of many things you rely on might go up, if Trump goes through with his tariffs plan. You will want to plan for that.

Food costs may also rise due to tariffs (we import a lot of food from Mexico and Latin America for example) as well as a loss of immigrant labor. There is also a possibility that food safety standards could fall due to overturning regulations. Now would be a good time to look into local food resources like farm share/CSA, community farms, etc., and to stock up on a few key staples like rice and beans.

Okay. Now that YOU are reasonably safe...what can you do to protect your community?

Step Three: Get Involved

Here is your mission: You need to stay engaged enough to know what's going on, without burning yourself out or exhausting yourself, and to take actual decisive actions instead of wasting your energy arguing on the internet.

Got that? Okay. Good. Here are some action steps:

Support independent journalism. Subscribe to local papers, donate to and watch public broadcast programming. I signed up for news from ProPublica, for example, as well as the news-roundup service What The Fuck Just Happened Today. The goal is to stay informed without falling down an endless rabbit hole of upsetting information.

Share news and resources with others in your circle. This can be a good use of social media. It's what I am doing right now!

If it is safe for you to do so, challenge and educate your friends/family members/neighbors/coworkers. Only if it is safe for you to do so. Do not put yourself at risk doing this. And do not waste your time arguing with people who are unlikely to change. But if you have well-meaning people in your life who you think could be won over, look for opportunities to do this - the right way. I've had some success with this, I will probably write a guide about it in the future. In the meantime, here's a good article that can help.

Join local grassroots activism groups. You'll have to do some work to decide what groups to join and which causes you want to support, because you cannot do everything. But there are tons of organizations taking direct action in all kinds of causes. Search "grassroots [cause] activists in [where you live]" to start finding things. Once you get involved in one group, you might meet people who can introduce you to other groups and causes. Yes, this means you will have to go outside and meet people. I'm sorry.

Join direct action groups. Same concept as above. You'll have to search in your area but once you know people it'll be easier to find more opportunities. Some of these groups may overlap. You might find direct action opportunities by engaging politically and vice versa. GO OUTSIDE AND TALK TO PEOPLE WHO ARE DOING THINGS TO HELP.

Get involved in local politics. Here are some quick tips. A lot of things are affected at the city level - stuff like book bans and bathroom bills are often battled first at local libraries and schools, and you can be part of those conversations! Sheriffs are elected and can have a big influence on local policing. Local elections affect how tax dollars are spent, how homeless populations are treated, and lots more. Don't snooze on local elections. Get involved and stay involved.

Look up your representatives. Get in the habit of calling, emailing, and writing letters. Figure out what legislature is being passed and then call your reps and harangue them about it - both to support bills you approve of and shoot down ones you don't. Sign petitions. Join email campaigns. Here's one you can go sign right now from the ACLU. See? Not that scary.

I think a lot of people figure that getting involved in politics doesn't matter or that it's all small potatoes but...man. The president is not god, no matter what he thinks. The sitting administration is not the sole power in the universe. There is an entire machine of government we can lean upon and act upon.

Finally, some general safety notes:

Some forms of direct action are not legal. Take steps to be safe if you choose to partake. Follow the lead of more seasoned activists for what forms of communication to use and so forth.

If you're not willing or able to put yourself at legal risk to act, you can help others by donating to bail funds and legal defense funds.

We've already seen this in some areas, and it will only get uglier - some bad actors are feeling emboldened by the change in regime and will misbehave. It's a good idea to learn some self-defense skills, in whatever way is comfortable to you, and brush up on some tenets of victimology that can help you stay safe. I'll write more about that in the future.

All right. That's all for now. It's by no means comprehensive...but should hopefully help you get started taking the next step. Stay safe out there.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

As a fanfiction blog, I’m putting the warning out there to anyone that hasn’t already heard that one of the main things they want to go after is anything violent, LGBT, or adult content. Well, that will include fanfiction. It’s likely they’ll try to take down sites like Wattpad and AO3, so if you have fics on either of those sites you are especially attached to, you will probably want to start downloading and saving them. It’s even highly possible that they’ll take down tumblr, and it’s possible it will become risky to even be running a blog like this, as they’re threatening to put anyone who writes such content in jail. I am not even kidding.

If there’s any fanfic material that you have personally written or that someone else has written that you particularly enjoy, now especially is the time to start storing it and saving it so you can make sure you can still enjoy it if it comes down to it. I have no idea if they absolutely will be banning such things, I know they’ll probably try to (many states have already banned adult websites or require proof of identification to access them), so I suggest doing what you can now. Maybe they won’t end up doing it and it will have been for nothing, but maybe they will and you’ll be thankful that you did.

In the same vein, buy physical copies of any movies or download them if you can, and that goes for shows as well, and any video games or books you’re particularly fond of. We’ve got about two months to prepare before they start launching into and doing things. In their intent to censor everything, make sure you’re doing the best that you can to protect your right to free speech. Apparently they’re gonna be banning an entire gigantic list of books, including Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Twilight, The Hobbit, and Alice in Wonderland (to name a few big ones) and like hundreds more that we were raised on from schools and libraries, and I wouldn’t be surprised that if they succeed in doing that that they’ll go on to ban their sales.

Save and store anything that you can at this point. In order to prevent things like this we’ve got to help each other and stand up for ourselves and our rights. Do not get complacent. Do not let them walk all over you. If it ever comes down to my blog disappearing because of all of this please know I will still be standing beside all of you and supporting you still. We must continue standing up for ourselves and our rights.

[astercontrol]

Yeah. This is all very true, but, like the man said, people don't like it.

Which I think is for a specific reason-- part of the reason a LOT of things in the world get so bad.

Suppose you go back in time to try and stop a bad guy. (I'm not gonna say Hitler like the original screenshot did, because Hitler has very specific connotations and would start a very specific debate that's not the more general point I wanna address.)

Let's just say, there's a guy who did terrible things, and you travel back in time to try and prevent this.

And you find him when he's a baby.

Two schools of thought here. One is, you give that baby a different life where he grows up with different experiences, and then he won't do the evil things he did.

Some people don't like that idea, because it suggests that what he did wasn't his fault-- maybe was no one's fault, just an accident of circumstances lining up wrong. And that's not satisfying, for people harmed by the evil he did.

But the other school of thought is, you kill the baby, because the problem is him, not his environment. He's gonna be evil regardless of how he grows up.

But then, where is the evil? In his genes? In the soul God gave him? And how does THAT make it any more his fault?

"Oh, it's not in his genes or his soul or his experiences! It's his choice! He COULD choose to overcome whatever's in those factors, he just won't!"

...Oh? He definitely won't? In any possible timeline? Then what is it that makes him so inevitably destined to make that choice?

"He CAN, but it's not possible that he ever WILL" ...and how is that any different from "he can't"?

This is how a lot of radfems think about men in general. But people don't like to go very far down that line of thought, because ultimately it makes them question the concept of free will.

Thing is, though-- if we're ever going to move behind a punitive, carceral mindset for how to deal with evil, we HAVE to start questioning that.

I'm not sure we can, on a societal level. But I still hope we try.

Even if stuff is predestined, we don't know what the future is... and we can always hope it's something good, or at least not the worst. And hope that the things we can do are gonna help it become that way. We have to. Because hope is all we have.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[dunmeshistash]

Can you think of any obvious contradictions in the lore?

For example, there are descriptions of how dungeons work, in particular that they need a Lord to prevent collapse, that seem to be written from an omniscient narrator's perspective. But that claim is clearly contradicted by Thistle finding the tomes in the Island Dungeon. Which at that point seemed to be more 'dormant' than 'collapsed'.

I don't think that part is a contradiction! There's a few dungeons in the process of collapsing that don't have Dungeon Lords so the collapse isn't immediate, Mithrun approaches the dungeon that he became a lord in thinking it was collapsed/inactive only to be pulled by the demon, I imagine Thistle's dungeon was in a similar situation.

Here's two examples of how it's described

"on the verge of collapsing" "since it's still functioning, if barely, it's believed to have a lord somewhere"

"since it hadn't had a lord for a long time, it was believed to be nearly collapsed"

So I don't think they collapse right away as was the case in the Island (that one I'm pretty sure collapsed immediately because it was spilling into the surface and the demon was defeated)

It's hard to call something in dungeon meshi a straight up plot hole cause the contradictions are in the text itself and part of the story, we learn that thing works x way only to later learn it actually works y way only to later learn even more details (I'm talking about ancient magic) so since the mismatched info is plot accurate I can't think of many contractions that don't make sense with just a bit of excuses.

The one that puzzles me the most and that I think was a retcon is what Tansu says in chapter 19 and repeats in chapter 22

He talks as if this was something unique to this dungeon? But resurrection is said to be possible in every man-made dungeon, maybe in chapter 22 he's talking about specifically the immortality curse on the residents of the golden kingdom but idk how he'd know about that? Or maybe there's something more specific to how the souls are attached to bodies in this dungeon idk that one really puzzles me

There was other stuff I felt like were retconed (but in a way that makes sense) but I don't really remember what it was right now... oh yeah the half-elves having rounder ears and Fionil being a half-elf feels like a retcon but that's not a contradiction

[soleilchanson]

Hi!! Can you do a fic where toji and yn are play fighting/wrestling and toji accendtly tickles us and finds out that we're ticklish?

Then he proceeds to do it alot now. Like when we're cuddling he'll pin our hands an tickle us. If we're reaching something on a shelf he sneak up behind us and tickle our sides/belly. Like toji is just a big tickle monster

You got it, bestie 🫡

Masterlist

You regretted many things in life- wearing skinny jeans on a hot day, getting a bad haircut that took you months to grow out, and not investing in the stock market earlier.

But the one thing you regretted most was letting your boyfriend find out just how ticklish you were.

It all happened on a regular Saturday afternoon. You were testing Toji’s patience so he decided to battle it out with a wrestling match.

So there were you were, rolling around in your bed with your boyfriend. Every time you managed to get on top of him, he’d tackle you back down and try to hold you down with the weight of his body. You’d slip to the side, get on his back and the cycle would continue.

The fight was in your favor until he had managed to trap you between his legs with his left arm wrapped around both of yours. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was difficult because he had you right underneath him. His right hand then caught on to your waist to prevent you from moving any further.

“Okay, you win. I lose. I’ll do the dishes after dinner.” You breathed out. Toji laughed and you could feel his chest rumbling because of it. “Told you this fight was pointless. You can try all you want, babe, but you can never win.” He said as he strokes your sides.

You yelped as a response and wiggled even more. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Toji, it’s just…”

“Just what? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m just very ticklish.” You murmured.

It took Toji a minute to realize that even the slightest touch on your sides had you jumping. You were lucky enough to not see the expression on his face because you would’ve been terrified.

“Alright, babe.” He said slyly after letting you go. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

You were a bit suspicious as to why he was suddenly so compliant but you brushed it off. You were finally out of his hold and could breath easily again.

The following days were pure torture.

Whenever you’d stretch your arms, Toji would poke your waist and have you double over to protect yourself. Sometimes, you'd be walking with his arm around you and he'd randomly poke you so you'd end up pushing yourself into his side. It got to the point where you’d have to look around to make sure he was far away enough from you.

The worst was when he’d be massaging your neck. Your guard would be down, you’d be all relaxed and then all of a sudden, his arm would wrap around you to prevent you from escaping and begin tickling your armpits.

It was just another morning. You looked around to ensure Toji wasn’t around before reaching up to the kitchen shelf to grab your mug. Usually, you could tell which mug you were grabbing onto based on the handle. But this time, you were surprised to find out that it wasn't there. It didn't help that you couldn't see into the shelf.

You were sure that you washed your mug the night before. You decided to continue looking for it, hoping that it was just at the back. You put your knees on the counter to reach deeper into the shelf.

Until you felt two hands attack your sides.

You yelped as you fell back into your boyfriend's chest. He secured you by wrapping his arm around your body and situating it right beneath your chest. His other hand began to tickle you.

"You monster!" You cried out, trying to get out of his grip as he carried you to your couch. "You hid my cup, didn't you?" He simply laughed as he threw you down on the couch and straddled you.

"Maybe." He leaned down and lifted your shirt up. You knew what was coming and had accepted defeat. You knew that fighting him was pointless no matter how hard you tried. The man was built like a bear, and your lack of muscles was a serious shortcoming.

Toji noticed your tired face and leaned down. His nose touching yours. "Give up already?" He asked while smirking.

"Yeah, no point fighting someone who always gets what he wants." You tried your best to appeal to his humanity. Maybe he would give up and let you go or even return your cup.

But instead, he muttered a small "good" and tickled your exposed mid-riff. "Toji, stop!" You laughed out, trying to control your spasming muscles. He started laughing along with you. He was enjoying the sight in front of him.

He removed his hands and blew raspberries on your tummy. "Oh my gosh," you cover your face with your hands as you giggle. He soon began kissing your abdomen, poking you on the sides whenever you'd let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't get too comfortable, hon." He mumbled against the waistband of your shorts, his eyes smiling up at you.

"I won't. I live with you, after all." He came up to face you and swapped your positions, with him lying on the couch and you lying on top of him. You were glad he was finally done. "Y'know, I think I've found my new favorite pastime." His arms wrapped around you.

"Toji, darling, please take up something more productive."

"Nah, I find this to be more fulfilling." He said as he kissed the top of your head.

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Burning Love

Chapter 10

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"Can I?"

You nodded, and he pulled the garment down in one smooth motion, baring you to their hungry gazes. Your face warmed when he placed his hands under your knees, spreading your legs wide open. Tongue darting out to wet your lips, you averted your gaze, feeling a bit embarrassed by the situation. 

“No need for that,” Vio said, and your thoughts stuttered when he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “Let us make you feel good.”

Hooo boy, if you thought you weren’t going to survive this with your dignity intact earlier, you certainly were now. “Okay– ahh, shit, Red…!“

The crimson-eyed hero grinned, lapping slowly at the skin of your inner left thigh, hands holding your knees tightly to prevent any squirming, though it didn’t stop your hips from shifting over Green’s very obvious hard-on, drawing a garbled hiss from the man. You latched onto the sound in an instant, repeated the motion as Red laved countless licks and kisses to your shuddering flesh, slowly incorporating gentle bites to keep you on your toes. 

Vio watched the proceedings with an amused expression, taking one of your hands and pinning it to the bed with his own, while Blue busied himself with the breast closest to him, kneading the sensitive mound with purpose. 

It was a lot, being the center of attention like this, but you were determined to pay them back tenfold. No matter how much they tried to twist it, you had made a promise, and it was one you intended to keep. 

You were torn from your thoughts when Red shifted, cheek nuzzling your right thigh. His breath fanned over your sex, and you shivered at the sensation. He grinned, and before you knew it, his tongue was dragging up the length of your pussy, stopping only to flick your clit before diving down with gusto. You squeaked, hips jerking, but Green quickly wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you right where they wanted you. Your head fell against his shoulder when he tugged on your hair, tracing your exposed throat with his teeth and tongue. “That’s it,” he cooed, voice rumbling against your skin. “You’re always working so hard.”

“Never relaxing, too,” Blue grunted, giving your nipple a reproachful pinch. You yelped at the sensation, flushing darkly when he chuckled. “’S about time we got you to relax a little, right, medic?”

Well, you would think later when you weren’t currently being licked into oblivion, that’s a kink I didn’t know I had. In the moment, though, you could only manage a sad little whimper, followed by a gasp when Red’s lips sealed around your clit, giving a powerful suck that threatened to steal the very soul from your body. 

He gave a pleased hum. The muscles in your thighs flexed at the vibrations, your voice rising when a finger slid against your sticky folds, pushing inside to trace your gummy walls. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you weren't sure whether to lean in or pull away, so you simply did both.

Unfortunately, one of the perks of technically being the same person that that they were all on the same page, as you discovered when four sets of hands held you in place. Vio's was on your wrist, thumb tracing comforting circles over your pulse, and Green's wriggled under the tunic, rubbed over your ribs, thumbing patterns and shapes across your skin, while Red's hand splayed over your lower belly and Blue's gripped the unoccupied side of your waist.

Together and apart, they were strong, but you knew that if you truly wanted, you could push them off just as easily as Red's mouth drew sordid whimpers from your throat. You were fully capable of freeing yourself, but...

You had made a promise, and maybe, just maybe, you were as deserving of relaxation as they seemed to think you were. With that in mind, you allowed yourself to slacken in their grip, settling against Green's chest once more. It was at this moment that Red began to pump his finger in and out of your dripping cunt, quickly adding a second. The stretch burned, but it was the good kind. Your back arched when he began to scissor his fingers, curling them along your clenching walls.

Their eyes were on you, but the time for embarrassment had long since passed. Your torso began to shake when Blue dipped down, sucking a love bite right under the swell of your right breast, and you tangled your free hand in his hair, tugging gently. A garbled noise left the hero's mouth, and you latched onto the sound, pulling on the soft locks experimentally. "G-Good, honey?"

Blue groaned into your skin, and you took it as a sign, practically digging your fingers into his scalp in an attempt to give back a fraction of what they were giving you. He made another sound, and you couldn't help but shudder as the vibrations rattled through your ribcage, sloping down in heady zings to your core.

"Shit," you breathed–mostly because it was spur-of-the-moment and there weren't any words that could fully encompass the pleasure rocking through you--laying your head against Green's shoulder, shuddering when he took the opportunity to nip at your exposed shoulder, where his tunic sagged, revealing smooth skin just begging to be marked. "Please–"

"That's it," Vio purred, gripping your chin and tilting your chin in his direction. "Tell us what you want."

"I..." you paused to moan when Red's tongue slid against the lips of your cunt, stuffed full with his fingers. He caught your eye and winked, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue while maintaining unbroken eye contact. You whined at the display, hardly registering anything past the pleasure you were receiving.

Until Green's teeth pricked the side of your neck, right over your pulse point, and his voice rang promptingly through the room. "C'mon, tell us."

You swallowed, gathering your courage. "Please," their eyes were on you now, expressions dark with emotions you knew all too well. "I need..."

Blue's hand traced down to rub gentle circles at the apex of your sex, your thighs seized, and Red pumped his fingers harder, practically jamming them into you at the speed of light. "We know."

Your body began to shake, every nerve burning with sordid sensation, but something was missing. Rather, someone. Four someones. Gaze finding Red, crouched deliciously between your legs with an even more mouthwatering bulge in his pants, you panted: "Red," the hero perked up, as did the others, awaiting your next words. "I need you."

The crimson-eyed man flushed brighter than the sun, expression disbelieving. Saliva coated his mouth and chin, dripping down his neck in shiny rivulets. "Okay, um–"

"For the Goddesses sake," Blue grumbled. You yelped when a pair of hands seized your hips, dragging you into his own lap, face down, ass up. As if on cue, Vio's hands tugged the tunic down, allowing the fabric to pool just under your breasts, successfully exposing your ass and back to their hungry gazes. Green's fingers curled in your hair, lifting your face just enough to slip two digits in your mouth, which came in. handy when Blue's own fingers slipped into your perked entrance, far less gentle than Red's careful intrusion.

"Blue!" You cried, arms trembling as you struggled to hold your weight. Thankfully, Red scooted forward and lifted you by the armpits just as Green pulled his fingers from your mouth, setting your upper body in the crimson-eyed hero's lap, your face directly above... Hylia, when had he taken his pants off?

Something hot and heavy pressed against your thighs, and you realized all of them were naked, save for Green, who was still in the process of ridding himself of his pants.

Your thoughts snapped back to reality when Red's cock twitched, the tip bumping your upper lip. It was warm and wet, a beat of precum burbling at the head, and you realized that this was your chance.

"Don't choke 'em," Blue's voice emanated from somewhere behind you, fingers curling against your walls, but you steeled yourself, opening your mouth and swallowing as much of the hero's cock as you could manage. Red threw his head back, moaning louder than even you before he remembered to slap a hand over his mouth, just as Blue barked: "Hey! Did you not hear me?!"

"Fwuck wuu," you mumbled through a mouthful of dick, hands moving to grip the Red's hips, fingers splaying over his skin, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. His cock throbbed harshly in your mouth, dribbles of salty precum spurting on your tongue, and you swallowed it eagerly, relishing in the garbled moan the action elicited.

"Careful," Vio's hand cupped your chin, guiding it up until Red's dick fell from your mouth, shiny with spit as you took a deep breath, not bothering to wipe the drool running down your chin. "Don't push yourself."

You snorted, shooting back with a slightly shaky "It's cute that you think this is the worst I've been" that turned a whole lot less snarky when Blue's fingers curled, grazing that spongey spot within you with terrifying accuracy. Your body jolted, and Green was right there, stroking comfortingly down the length of your back. "Easy, you're doing great."

"I'm not going to break," you rolled your eyes–they were sweet, but you had a job to do, which is why you took Red in your mouth, gently shaking Vio's hand off your chin. The crimson-eyed hero groaned when you sucked, hollowing your cheeks for the best results, all the while perking your ass in Blue's direction.

"Oh, you minx," Blue's finger left your cunt, replaced sy something far more substantial. You chuckled against Red's dick when Blue gripped your hips tightly, pleased that your attempt had worked. It was about time they got a taste of their own medicine. "Do you have any idea what we're going to do to you?"

There was a loud pop as you drew up, one hand stroking over the head of Red's dick to make up for getting interrupted once again. "Does 'fuck me' cover it or do I need to get more creative?"

Vio snorted, and it was the last thing you heard before Blue practically slammed into you, your muscles stretching deliciously to accommodate him. Your entire body jerked, but you forced yourself to focus, dripping down to allow Red's cock muffle your moans. "I'm gonna have fun with you, medic."

Damn right, you thought, because it was about time! You swallowed around Red's dick when the head nudged the back of your throat, only mildly triggering your gag reflex. A concerned, horny noise left the crimson-eyed hero's mouth, and his hands flew to your scalp, presumably to tug you off, but you gripped his hips tighter, letting out a... well, you weren't exactly proud of the noise that left your mouth, but it certainly worked.

"Fuck," Red threw his head back, fingers gripping the strands of your hair, and you sucked harder, determined to make him cum. It was at this point that Blue finally grew tired of being gentle, setting a rough pace that may or may not have had your ass rippling with every thrust. "Please–"

Well, if that wasn't sweet? You obliged, bobbing your head in time with Blue's thrusts, only pausing to breathe and run your tune on the underside of his dick, relishing in the loud whimpers the action earned you. If it wasn't for your hands on his hips, you were sure he would have harpooned your throat by now, which was as enticing as it was terrifying. You swallowed thickly around him, and Red practically sobbed, fingers digging into your scalp as if he feared you would stop at any given moment. His voice pitched with desperation. "Hylia, ahhh, I'm–"

"Gwo hwed," you muttered through a mouthful of cock, one of your hands trailing down to gently fondle his balls. Red swore impressively as he came, hands leaving your scalp to fist the sheets, hips jerking shakily as cum flooded your mouth. It was thick and somewhat creamy, with a faintly-bitter undertone. You gulped down as much as you could, choking a bit when Blue's cock grazed your sweet spot at the very same moment, causing sticky rivulets to down your chin.

"Oh, fuck, that's hot," Blue snarled, grabbing your hair to jerk your head up, hips never once faltering, while Red scooted back to collapse on the sheets, sitting up on his elbows to watch the proceedings. Your hands scrabbled at the bed below, desperate to grab hold of something, anything, and it was a miracle when Vio appeared, deftly swatting Blue's hand away and guiding your arms around his neck, like he was encouraging you to hang on for dear life.

"That's it," Vio whispered, leaving forward to claim your lips in a heated kiss, hands roaming your clothed sides, tugging the tunic all the way open, freeing your breasts completely. He reached down, fingers finding your clit, and you practically screamed when he began to trace slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive nub. Blue growled, pace stuttering, when you clenched around him. the new position making it easier for him to hammer against that spongey spot within you. "So perfect for us."

You whimpered, head lolling against your right arm when he broke the kiss to lave licks and bites on the side of your neck, whining when Blue's pace grew erratic. "Shit, I-I'm gonna–"

"Cum for us," Vio commanded, and you did, letting out a shout as you squeezed around the blue-eyed hero, who's hips jerked one last time, a garbled hiss leaving his throat. Your body fell slack, every nerve practically thrumming with pleasure, as scalding warmth filled you. Blue's dick slipped from you, and you managed a small cringe from strings cum dripped down from your cunt, undoubtedly soaking the sheets below.

With a sigh, you allowed your hips to lower, plopping down on Blue's lap, who immediately patted your lower back comfortingly. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," you croaked, humming when Green's hand snaked under your chin, holding you in place as he pecked your lips softly. Blue moved into your field of vision, red-faced and cross-legged with a hand already stroking himself to full-mast.

"Do you want to keep going?" He asked, and you huffed good-naturedly at the feeling of his dick against your thigh, hard and leaking. It was almost cute that he thought you were done.

"Just kiss me, hero."

And kiss you he did, deftly hoisting you to sit in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. A shiver raced up your spine when he cupped your cheeks in both hands, You responded by snaking your arms to his back, fingers digging into his flesh, feeling the way each individual muscle moved beneath your touch.

Green's tongue prodded at your bottom lip, and you opened up without hesitation, head tilting down to enhance the angle, welcoming the intrusion. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, and you couldn't have cared less, especially when his cock pulsed heavily against your thigh, nearly enough to make you dizzy with lust. A hand wrapped around your right thigh, lifting it up while another gripped your waist, and you yelped into the kiss, realizing who it was when a hard chest pressed against your back and Vio's voice whispered in your ear. "My turn, medic."

You shivered at the implications, breaking the kiss with Green when another pair of hands tilted your jaw, revealing Red's flushed face, crimson eyes blown wide with lust. He wasted no time in claiming your mouth, swallowing your moans when Vio's fingers delved between your legs, dragging through your folds and smearing the mess over your inner thighs. "You're doing great."

Easy for him to say, you thought, but it was quickly vanquished when the purple-eyed hero lined himself with your entrance, slamming home with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. A strangled groan tore itself from the depths of your throat as his cock stretched you, but it was muffled by Red's clever mouth, tongue halfway down your throat in his eagerness.

"So tight," Vio sighed, slowly rocking his hips. Your body tensed when he pulled out agonizingly slow, only to shove himself back in the very next moment, eliciting a full-body shiver as you felt your thoughts descend into madness. Terrible, pleasured madness that threatened to drive you insane with how tightly it had woven itself through every nerve in your body, set alight by their hands alone. You trembled when Vio found a rhythm, thrusts rendering you positively boneless, clinging to Red and Green for support, which they gave freely in the form of Green moving your arms to his neck and Red wrapping a supportive arm around your waist. Even Blue joined the fray, scooting over to palm the breast closest to him, thumb flicking your pebbled nipple.

After what felt like an eternity, your mouth disconnected from Red's, leaving you panting against his lips. It was too much and not enough, but Hylia, did it feel amazing. "Goddesses," you gasped, and someone chuckled as the tunic was finally pulled from your skin, tossed to the wayside.

"Feels good, hm?" Blue's voice filtered through the other, lewder sounds circulating the room, and you didn't have to look to know he was smirking. Your head turned, preparing to snap at him, but Green caught your mouth with his own, effectively silencing whatever comeback you had planned.

And, if that wasn't enough, a sharp smack landed on your ass at the exact moment, startling you from your reverie. "Shush," Vio ordered, and it was amazing how you could already picture the stern expression he was undoubtedly making. "Let us make you feel good."

They already were, for Hylia's sake! Not that you had a chance to voice that particular thought when Vio's pace increased, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust whilst the head of his dick grazed your sweet spot over and over again. If it weren't for Green muffling your noises, you were sure your screams could have shattered the nearest windows, which was both impressive and terrifying.

Time seemed to drag on, your mind becoming hazier and hazier as the seconds ticked by. Before you knew it, Green released your lips, dipping down to nibble the shell of your ear while you collapsed into the junction between his neck and shoulder, panting with exertion.

Until Red's hand found your chin once again, tilting your head to face him. "Look at me," he said, and it was such an unexpected request that you did, eyes half-lidded as you soaked in the beads of sweat rolling down his temples and the flushed state of his cheeks. "Keep them open."

You nodded, breath stuttering when Vio's thrusts grew harder, but Red's gaze kept you grounded. It was a bit overwhelming, being the center of attention like this, and a part of you still couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. You felt it in the ways they touched you like you were made of the most delicate of glass, or how their eyes studied every one of your movements with rapt attention. This was love, you were sure, and nothing in Hyrule could keep you from it.

Your orgasm was fast approaching, heralded by a familiar tightening in your belly, and you fought to keep your eyes open, unsure of how long you would be able to keep this up. Thankfully, Vio didn't seem keen on dragging it out longer than it had to be, panting against the skin of your shoulder as he drilled into you, hands coming up to cup both of your breasts. You moaned loudly, trembling in Green's hold as you fought to stay lucid. "G-Goddesses, I can't–"

"You can," Red said, with a stern expression that didn't quite fit his face. His gaze darted down to where you and Vio were joined, and you flushed at the sight of him actively watching you get railed by another version of himself. "Just a bit longer, okay?"

You tried to nod, but the head of Vio's cock brushed a spot within you that had you seeing stars, hissing some garbled rendition of the word 'please', though you doubted any of them would be able to decipher it. Either way, you couldn't do this for much longer, but you were determined to hold out until all of them had cum at least once. It was practically your mission at this point.

Green, as if sensing your end, brought his hand around to move two fingers into your mouth, sliding the digits on the flat of your tongue before bringing them down to swipe over your slippery clit, making you cry out. Your entire body jerked when Vio growled, teeth sinking into the exposed meat of your shoulder as he gave one final thrust. A burst of warmth filled you, and you felt yourself go limp as your climax hit, like all the bones had been removed from your body, whining softly when the purple-eyed hero pulled away, both his and Blue's cum blurting from your entrance. It ran down your thighs in sticky rivulets, undoubtedly staining the floor below.

Vio chuckled softly, and you felt his hands on your ass, kneading the round globes softly. "Look at that," he crooned in a voice that had your core clenching. "You've gotten so messy, someone ought to clean that up."

"'S not gonna be me," you shot back, regaining enough of your strength to lift your head from Green's shoulder just to glare at him from over your shoulder. "It's your mess; clean it."

Something in Vio's expression darkened, and he looked like he was about to do just that, until Green cleared his throat.

"Later," the green-eyed hero said, and you were reminded of just how patient he had been in the form of his cock straining hotly between your thighs. You shivered when he stroked your cheek tenderly, gazing into your eyes with what you could only describe as pure adoration. "Can you go again?"

The question caught you a bit off guard, but you managed to nod, mostly because why the hell not? Your hips shifted to rest fully in his lap, with Vio reluctantly releasing your ass, and you took great pleasure in watching him shudder when your warm entrance pressed against the side of his cock, leaking with past loads.

Green's lips pressed against yours, tongue swiping sweetly at your bottom lip. Your arms tightened around his neck, one hand reaching up the grasp him by the hair, earning a deep groan from the man beneath you. Your gaze flickered to Blue, Red, and Vio, who had all taken up residence around you, cocks in hand as they hastily watched the proceedings. It made you feel like you were on a stage, so why not give them a show to match?

You lifted your hips when Green's hands found your waist, positioning his quivering dick at your drooling entrance, slick from previous activities. The head slid over your folds, bumping your puffy clit, and drawing an overstimulated whimper from you. "Fuck," you said eloquently, watching with half-lidded eyes as Red's cock jerked with each pump, shiny blobs of pre practically leaking from the engorged tip, while Vio had his mouth open, giving himself long, slow strokes, and Blue was biting his lip, almost furiously fisting the head of his dick. The knowledge that they were worked up like this–not to mention that it was for you–was downright delicious, though you knew you weren't in a headspace to properly appreciate it. Maybe next time.

"Easy," Green hissed when you sank down, taking him inch by inch until your hips met with a lewd squelch. You moved to rise, but he held you in place, looking a bit concerned at your undoubtedly out-of-it expression. "Are you sure–?"

"If you don't fuck me, I swear I will ask a favor from Twi–"

You yelped when he immediately lifted your hips, using the momentum to bring them back down in a manner that could only be described as earth-shattering, only to repeat the motion again and again. Even through the haze of exhaustion, it felt impossibly good, and a part of you was glad you had taken it slower earlier, otherwise you may not have survived as far as you did. "That's it," warm breath fanned over your cheek. "Just relax."

And relax you did, though it was a battle unto itself to keep your arms from slipping when he continued to drill into you.

"You're so pretty like this," Vio's voice emanated from somewhere to the left, and it didn't take a genius to hear the smirk in his tone. "Riding Green with your tits out and our cum running down your thighs."

The others voiced their agreement, but you were far too lost in the sauce to consider the full raunchiness of his sentence past 'I could cum from that alone' and 'that's so hot', which was well and good, except that the words only served to heighten the tension in your gut. You felt about as taunt as a bowstring when Blue drew close, still stroking himself with a fervor, followed by the others, surrounding you in a circle of sin.

Only when you heard the blue-eyed hero's groan and felt the tell-tale spray of cum against your quivering side did you realize what the little bastards were up to, though there was nothing you could do but curse under your breath, tone rising in pitch each time Green guided your hips up, allowing gravity to slam them back down.

It was like a dance, one that spiraled into madness as you bounced in Green's lap, while Red and Vio jacked themselves off just inches away, and the knot in your stomach reached a fever pitch when Green buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nuzzling at the unblemished skin before sinking his teeth into your flesh with enough force to make you yelp, though the pain quickly bled to pleasure when he angled a thrust at your sweet spot, one hand trailing down to rub enticing circles on your clit.

You finally came–arching with a garbled scream into Green's chest as he bucked into you, nearing his own end–when Red groaned loudly, mouth hanging open as his dick pulsed in his fist, sticky ropes of cum painting your hip and lower side, while Vio got more creative and aimed his orgasm to splatter directly on one side of your chest, which was hot as hell until it began to cool, though you were quickly distracted when Green rammed deep inside, filling you to the brim with a drawn-out groan.

Completely drained of any and all strength, you allowed yourself to slump against Green, not worried about falling when his arm wrapped snugly around your waist, keeping you in place as you came down from your high. "Holy..."

"That was amazing," Red was the next to speak, shuffling forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. "You're amazing."

"Thanks," you murmured with an exhausted grin, still reeling from everything that had occurred in the last... you didn't know, but more than a few hours had passed, judging by the fact that the sun seemed to be setting. At least you'd get a day to sleep before being forced to walk again.

"Think you can move?" Blue's grin was downright sinful as he drew close, one hand tipping your chin up. You tried not roll your eyes.

"That's fine," Vio interrupted softly. "We'll take care of you."

Like you haven't been doing that for the last few hours, you thought with a huff, though it quickly morphed into a soft murmur when you were lifted off of Green's cock and laid to rest on the bed, flat on your back as cum dripped from your used entrance. Fortunately, Red practically shot to the nightstand to grab the rags laid atop it, wetting it slightly using the complimentary pitcher of water. You shivered when he ran the cloth over your chest, the fabric passing over your stiff nipples. "Ah--"

"Shh," Vio's hands rubbed comforting circles on your hips as he sat between your legs, making sure you couldn't close your thighs yet. "You're okay, we're just cleaning you."

You made a noise, not trusting your voice to work just yet, and the rag continued in its quest, moving back to swipe tenderly at your sides and belly before dipping down to clean your thighs. You hissed in a breath when it brushed over your cunt, which had really begun to ache in the last minute or so. "Sorry, are you okay?"

"'M fine," you responded, knowing that it was nothing a good health potion couldn't fix. "'S normal."

"We're still sorry," Green joined the conversation, scooting beside your head with a remorseful expression. "You shouldn't have to--"

"Oh, stop it," you waved a hand weakly as Blue made his way over, laying a hand on your knee. "I'm a consenting adult and I would have said something if it wasn't normal, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," Blue chuckled, patting your thigh with a grin. "How do you feel?"

"Fucked," you managed to joke, only for Vio to pinch your belly. "Hey!"

"Be serious," the purple-eyed hero chided, thumb already smoothing over the affected area.

"Fine, fine," you relented, not wanting to incur anyone's wrath. "Tired."

"We'll let you rest," Green leaned forward to plant a smooch on your forehead, while Red's arms maneuvered under your arms, pulling you to rest against some pillows before collapsing directly to the left of you, snuggling into your side without preamble. Vio joined Red, moving higher so that he could maneuver one of your arms over for himself. Blue nuzzled into your unoccupied side, slightly nosing in your ribs, leaving Green to plop directly over you, face buried in your chest with a happy sigh. He wasn't heavy, so you let it slide, staring up at the ceiling with a quiet grin, now fully encased in sleepy heroes, not that you were blaming them, after what had just occurred.

"Love you all," you murmured, and it was the last thing you said before unconsciousness slipped forth, claiming you as its own, though the last thing you saw was none other than Green's head, which lifted so he could smile adoringly at you.

"We love you too."

And Hylia, if that didn't make everything worth it, you didn't know what would.

That's it, folks! I want to take this time to thank you all for supporting me and this story; you have no idea how much your comments/kudos/reblogs have helped me! Because of this, and the fact that I am incredibly horny for Four right now, I've decided to write a little 'extra' for this fic, so stay turned for more sin!

[theculturedmarxist]

>Would a party that declares independence from the culture war even be possible?

I think so. We have to remember that the "culture war" is itself just a proxy for the class war being waged against working people.

For example, in my state a few years ago there was a bunch of bullshit over the "bathroom bill." Dem-controlled Charlotte passed a bill saying that people can use the bathroom of their presented gender, and then Rep-controlled Raleigh countermanded it with a bill of their own saying the opposite. There was a lot of gnashing of teeth over the assault on trans rights and so on, but all of this was in service of covering up what the bill was really about. The second half of the bill not dealing with bathrooms dealt with preventing municipalities from setting minimum wages, safety requirements, and other such things for contract workers.

Another example is this recent shit out of Florida and other places attacking what books school libraries are allowed to have on their shelves, generally having to do with LGBTQ&c content. It's really such nonsense, because how many children are actually being "exposed to" that kind of thing from their school libraries to begin with? But recently I saw an article that tallied up the amount schools have spent having to fight these regulations or the evangelical groups suing them into the billions of dollars. Once again the trans issue is just a cover for reactionaries to attack working people, this time by draining public schools of resources and covering them in acrimony.

Remember also that this "culture war" is happening in a more or less vacuum of working class material interests. Both parties use it as a scapegoat to prevent having to offer working people anything. In either case, if a voter isn't offered something positive to vote for, they'll at least vote against something negative. The average person probably doesn't know a trans person or deal with them in such a substantial way to really have to think about them at all, but when used as a means to threaten their child, either in the sense of "you don't want some DEMOCRAT to trans your beautiful girl into an ugly MAN do you?" or "you don't want some REPUBLICAN to KILL your beautiful trans child do you?" then it becomes a serious issue.

For the most part I really don't think the average person gives much of a shit. Returning to my state's circumstances, right now much of the Western portion is still devastated by hurricane Helene. If a trans person showed up on the remains of someone's doorstep, home destroyed, no power, no heat, no water, no food, with clothes and food and water for them and their children, do you think they're going to turn their nose up? Maybe a few, but I think most people would kiss the feet of the person that kept their children from starving.

And I think that's what we see pretty regularly—people are more concerned with having their material needs met over the ideological source of having those needs met. The average American voter isn't represented by either party because neither one materially meets any of their needs and they have no interest in trying to. In fact, I think if you described the ideal socialist program to the average American they would unequivocally support it.

To provide one such example, when the Amazon Union had its first organizational success after several failures, the union rep was interviewed and talked about what made this time succeed after all the other times failed. Basically he said that the union DID for the workers in the lead up to the vote, providing them with food and weed in addition to their ideological aspirations.

Contrast to the interview with the worker from (iirc) a failed unionization attempt at an auto plant in Kentucky. Ideologically she backed the union 100%. She wanted the union, thought it would be a tremendous help to herself and the other workers there, yet she voted against it. Essentially what she said was "I wanted the union, but I have cancer and the employer threatened to cut our healthcare if we unionized, and that would kill me."

And that's the major stumbling block for the socialist movement in the US right now is that it lacks the ability to materially provide what it ideologically aspires towards. It isn't a defect in theory or lack of zeal, it's just materially unable to. So in spite of a lot of theoretical support for socialism and its ideals, that support hasn't translated into success for the movement, in large part because even when socialists are successful at the polls, the political system as a whole is designed to make translating that success into the sort of material changes which would threaten to unseat the bourgeois parties.

One such example is that the socialists actually did win in Nevada a few years ago. Socialists within the Democratic Party managed to unseat the bourgeois party representatives, and the party responded by basically robbing and starving them of resources, and all the experienced bureaucrats the party's representatives rely on to function all quit. The result was that last year all the elected socialists got unseated in turn by Democrat regulars because they weren't able to parlay their electoral success into actual material gains.

In my opinion the threat of actual material improvements for the working class and what that would entail is what freaked the Democrats out so badly about Bernie Sanders. As much as they squealed and cried about Trump, Sanders actually terrified them. It wasn't his label as a socialist, because to Americans the "Socialist" label is meaningless, just a stand in for whatever scary Bad Thing. What horrified them was a socialist politician getting within spitting distance of having the power to actually provide people with material improvements to their lives. The Democrats aren't afraid to promise or "fight for" a $15 minimum wage or "access to health care," but they are deeply terrified of someone actually providing it.

And I think that is shown both historically with groups like the Black Panthers and the violent reaction generated by their childhood lunch programs, but more recently with the success of the Amazon Union.

The real impediment to socialist political success is that political success itself is insufficient to materialize concrete gains for the people that vote for them, and getting bogged down in "culture war" superficialities exacerbates that. That isn't to say that trans people or their needs should be abandoned, but rather that they need to be a) put in the proper context and b) can't be combated on bourgeois terms.

In 2020 and 2024 both, the Democrats offered trans people nothing except the threadbare hope that by voting for them, they'd be spared the worst predations of the Republicans. The proper socialist position would be that merely being spared from harm isn't enough. Trans people suffer particularly from poverty for example, so merely keeping their circumstances from worsening is insufficient, but that they needs must be improved.

In the current calculus of the American political system, this is theoretically appealing to the average voter. As long as helping trans people doesn't come at their own expense, Americans would generally support such a thing. The problem is whether explicitly known or not, voting for a socialist proposing such a thing would be a losing proposition even if they won. I frequently hear people that they intellectually support third party candidates for example, but "they can't win." Even if a socialist were able to win election to legislature, they would be hamstrung by the fact that they're an enemy of "both sides" with a material interest in seeing them ejected in short order. There are some exceptions like Sawant or Sanders, but that's the general rule.

What I think this means is that at this stage there's an overemphasis on winning political power and trying to beat the bourgeois parties at their own game. I think the social and political organization of the working class is too immature for that at this stage. Rather we must develop the sort of ecosystem of material benefit and support which solves people's problems outside of a hostile electoral system. This doesn't mean electoral politics should be abandoned completely, but rather than winning elections as an end in itself must be de-emphasized.

Returning to the problem of trans poverty for example. I think what would enhance a socialist party's success would be starting a program of partnership with amenable unions to secure trans people positions within them and their industries. This would solve multiple problems at once by providing this theoretical union with members that have incentives to participate and support it, if only out of their own self interest. They'd be indebted to the party for the assistance and if not ideologically converted at least incentivized to support the party in turn. Ideally this would also help the union and the party foster a mutually supportive relationship which would further the goals of both.

The point being, as long as socialist orgs are focused primarily on political contests they can't win, the development of broader working class organization is going to remain retarded. All the small, disparate working class elements existing in the US have to start developing networks of mutual aid and coordination, pooling their resources to in order to provide actual material support to workers outside of whatever crumbs they're able to wrest from the bourgeois state, because otherwise we're resigning ourselves to a Sisyphean political struggle we're unlikely to win.

[oimitocat]

TTANG | OS

bang chan x m!reader

gun wounds + injury + violence + crying + death threats + coping mechanisms

a/n: i have another req. similar so stay tuned

security is on high alert. it’s been a week or so since the death threats have begun. maybe they should have expected it… as many people love you, there is always a few that hate you. it’s the blessing and curse of being famous.

ilogical, you’d say. super stupid. people that have nothing better to do and rile things up.

many (true) fans are defensive.

you and chan have talked about it. how good it feels to know the fans are taking care of them however they can. chan himself always makes sure things go right. he’s checking in with security, with managers. everything.

there is that slight worry. the members don’t exactly talk about it, but you yourself know they think the same as you. what if?

the concert starts and your enjoying yourself. you make contact with jeongin and grin. you fist bump with felix and laugh with minho when jisung makes a mistake. you talk to your fans and simply end up feeling at ease. you put your trust in security and management.

you check up on chan during outfit change.

“see, all good.” you say softly, rubbing his arm.

he nods. he’s pretty serious but you don’t put much mind to it. you trust that at the end of the night he’ll lighten up for real.

sadly, at the end of the night is when everything goes south. felix is talking as the show almost comes to an end. you casually look around at the hundreds of fans watching them- when you here a gunshot. everyone naturally ducks. the fans scream. security runs around. your in ear is suddenly ringing a noise in your ear.

your managers are screaming at all of you to run to backstage. you spin around and run, catching up to chan who, despite the situation, makes sure the other kids are backstage first.

“go!” you shove him, spinning him around at the entrance when the second gunshot is fired.

your bodyguards are barely getting on the platform to guard you and change whatever outcome could happen.

yet, at the third gunshot, you cover chan. your guards don’t make it in time to prevent the situation. your eyes widen when a pain shoots from your upper back. the impact itself sends you forward, stumbling down the flight of stairs. chan screams, so do the kids and staff waiting at the bottom.

a hiss and groan escape your lips when you hit the floor. you force your eyes to open, watching chan run down the stairs to reach for you. it’s so noisy- screams, orders and crying. yet, your ears muffle it out when you finally take your hand away from your chest. you had blood dripping between your fingers. your eyes flit to chan’s wide eyes, his hands grabbing your bloody one.

the pain subsides into numbness. you’re bleeding out on the floor, breathing is hard- then you’re on a stretcher. then you feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness.

then everything goes black. you can hear for a bit. you wish you could’ve heard chan’s voice instead of the EMT’s yelling out codes and whatnot. soon though, you truly black out.

it’s not a very comfortable sleep. literally felt like you were in a sleep paralysis. by the time you come to some awareness, that’s all you feel. you hear people talk. you feel when you’re moved to a bed. you knew when the lights were on or off. you felt cold sometimes and hot other times.

after who knows how long you actually were out for, you finally open your eyes. your manager gasps and sits up.

not even a few minutes later you’re popular by a couple nurses and a doctor. turns out the bullet hit your from the back breaking a rib and shot through. fatal, apparently.

you beg and ask for them not to tell the members. they already know you’re recovering, just not awake yet. you don’t want visitors.

it’s an agonizing few days. your manager keeps updating you on things. all you want is to be in chan’s arms, really. your body is still sore from the aftermath, but all you really care about is how chan is doing.

you know he’s strong. but you also know how much he can take. this isn’t something light. sometimes you close your eyes and remember how scared he was.

you miss him.

“what’s with that face?” chan sits up and whips his head around to look at you.

he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. he can’t even stand without stumbling. “y-y/n!”

“you’re supposed to be at the hospital-“ he falls silent when your fingers brush the side of his face.

“i got discharged an hour ago,” you say casually, sitting next to him on the bed. “so, what’s with that face?”

“i was just…” he stares at you. he knows you, so as much as he wants to pry and ask, he knows you’re not up for it. he shrugs, swallowing down his emotions while looking away. “thinking.”

“about me?”

“who else?” he chuckles dryly, “but about everything… i never thought anyone would actually go through with a threat…”

you watch him, “i mean we had talked about it, but experiencing it is different. i’m okay and that’s what matters.”

“but the bullet was for me-“

“it was for any of us.” he looks at you, “okay maybe it was for you. i don’t even know how but i just felt the need to be blocking you and then that happened. jyp already released a statement and like i said, what matter is…” you swallow when you see him wipe away his tears, “is that i’m fine. i’m alive. i’m here.”

there’s a silence that engulfs you. then, you pull him into a hug. “i’m here, chan.”

and he sobs into your chest. after days of holding everything in— his worry, his anger… his love. his fear of you not coming back. of something probably going wrong last minute and you don’t make it- “i love you so much,” he cries.

“i love you just as much,” you tighten your arms around him. “i think me taking that bullet proves it.” you pause when his arms twitch around you, “okay my bad, i shouldn’t joke about it.”

chan sighs, sniffling after. “that’s what i love about you… it makes me happy to know that you’re still you.”

“of course,” you wince a bit as you try to get him onto your lap to cuddle him better. “this is good. i have something to flex during interviews.”

chan snorts, shaking his head. he looks up at you, tears still glimmering in his eyes. you eye him, taking every detail of him. he’s so fragile now. you remember the look of absolute mortification when you were bleeding out on the floor. you lean in and kiss his lips before hugging him again. you bury your face into his neck.

“we’re fine, chan.” you whisper.

he nods, embracing you and closing his eyes.

[tobiasdrake]

Dragon Ball Daima, episode 5. Time to meet the new girl for realsies.

For like forty years.

Goku's leaving out information that's extremely relevant to the new girl's question. The reason he has the skills of a middle-aged martial arts master is because that is literally what he is.

We're still going to the castle? I thought we turned around to go chase the Dragon Ball instead. Maybe I misunderstood.

Gloom n' Doom was trying to leave her behind but we all know who the real star is, and he accepts bribes in exchange for friendship.

He also accepts friendship without bribes. He's just nice. But he's not gonna turn down some onigiri if you're offering.

We have a name! Between Glorio and Panzy, it seems the denizens of Daimakai have flowers for their name pun theme.

(Goku, you named your son after rice. You have no room to talk.)

Not sure if the exchange over whose name is weirder is meant to be a parallel to Goku's first meeting with Bulma. Very rarely do the punny names get called out as funny in-universe.

They're going the "Everyone has their own unique superpower" route for the Majin, I see. And Panzy's is....

Telekinesis.

We've seen telekinesis a few times. Chiaotzu and Guldo are the most prolific telekinetic characters. But they're also...

Like. They both kinda fall into the category of "Characters who got exactly one fight and then fucked off or died." We've never had a character who was important to the plot and had abilities centered around psychic powers.

I hope that's about to change but Dragon Ball is notoriously terrible with its female characters so I'm not taking anything for granted.

Panzy is completely ruining Glorio's vibe as our solemn guide to the demonic lands and he can die mad about it. XD

Weird thing to have a character say before cutting to a montage of everyone pleasantly sightseeing with no trouble whatsoever while happy fun-time music plays in the background.

The front gate is HUNGRY OM NOM NOM NOM

Is....

...is the plan to raise Baby Dende like an ordinary child over the course of many years so that he imprints on Gomah and comes to see this castle and its occupants as his home and family?

Is that what we're doing here?

(Wouldn't he still have his memories? Goku and the others do.)

Oh, she is definitely like the king's daughter or something. There's a reason she happens to know the most convenient way to and from the castle. Glorio needs to learn how to read a room.

You know, I really thought they were gonna tease that out a bit longer.

She's got her own distinct style to her but she's definitely a bootleg copy of Bulma. Child genius female super-mechanic who attaches herself to Goku after seeing how powerful he is and happens to be the daughter of the most rich and powerful family in the region. There's visibly a lot of Bulma in her character DNA.

Even her logo on the front of her shirt often looks like a C because of the stuff covering it.

Which is kinda making me start to wonder if Glorio is a bootleg copy of Future Trunks. Grim and serious demeanor, showing up out of nowhere in a magical fantasy vehicle, leaning on a weapon but also being able to fight without it, that jacket... Huh.

HAHAHA NO

Goku, sure, but Kaioshin is one whole Fuck No in the realm of fighting Majin Buu. It is thoroughly established that he'd be up shit creek without a paddle in a straight fight with Buu.

...

In fact, so is Goku. The only form of Buu that Goku has ever been a match for is Fat Buu. And that is strictly hypothetical, based on Goku's impression of Buu versus how strong Super Saiyan 3 is supposed to be..

Strictly hypothetically, his Super Saiyan 3 could waste Pure Buu too. We all saw how well that worked out.

"Wait but wasn't Goku holding back so Vegeta could have a turn?"

Common misconception but no. Vegeta accuses Goku of that, but Goku was sincerely giving Buu his all and getting wrecked. Super Saiyan 3 is the only form Goku has that can match Buu on paper, but Super Saiyan 3's drawbacks prevent it from being able to match Buu in practice.

So. Uh. No. There is not a single person in this room that can cash the check that Glorio's stupid mouth has written. Not counting sequel series that haven't taken place yet at this point in the timeline, the only time Goku has ever been on Buu's level was when he had Vegeta to fuse with.

Seems legit. I like the cut of his jib. We should definitely make him king.

He commodifies women as bargaining chips to be bought and sold by their fathers. I don't like the cut of his job. We should not make him king.

Goku proving himself by fighting all the royal guards at once is a fun fight, well animated, and nicely paced. But I particularly enjoyed this moment.

Goku transforming to Super Saiyan not to actually go Super Saiyan but just to use the burst of ki that comes from it as a radial attack to blow the goons away. Weaponizing the power-up itself.

Some real "Shazam hits his opponent with the transformation lightning bolt" energy going on here.

...

I legit thought this guy was going to, like, reveal some sort of power that lets him teleport directly to Earth and then bring back Vegeta, Bulma, and Piccolo in a snap.

I'm looking forward to having Panzy on the team. Especially when Bulma gets here. I can't wait for Bulma to meet Discount Bulma.

[rey-jake-therapist]

@highly-inflammable You make very good points !

And you may have resolved the Adar mystery, actually ? Maybe Sauron literally considers the people of Middle-Earth as "children"... Children he needs to educate, children who need to be told what do and how to do it, because he thinks they're unable to find peace without a higher being controlling them lol So when Adar betrayed him, he harmed the "children" of Middle-Earth in a way, in preventing Sauron to perfect what was flawed, and to fix the damages caused by Morgoth's destructive impulses.

Food for thought, anyway.

The kids in Eregion were real (we see them running scared when the illusion breaks). Sauron was the one who brought war to their home and was positively gleeful about it, smiling as those kids and everyone around them were running in terror as the siege was beginning. He probably doesn’t think about kids as much as we think about him liking them 😂

Indeed ! But it's the crux of the problem, isn't it ? Sauron says he wants to "heal Middle-Earth". He says he wants to bring perfection onto the world, he thinks that he can control everyone, Men, Elves, Dwarves etc, and force them all to stop fighting, to bring a sustainable peace in Middle-Earth. The thing is, he knows absolutely nothing of these people, and worse, he doesn't care. He's devoid of empathy so even if he can see their sufferings, he can't understand and connect with them in a meaningful way. I think Charlie said once that for Sauron, people of M-E were basically insects, whose opinion and feelings couldn't count because (in his opinion) he would always know better, being an ancient semigod.

So indeed, he doesn't really like children, like he doesn't really like people. He says he wants everybody to be happy and to live in harmony, but as he constantly stands above and doesn't even try to understand the people he aspires to lead, he has no real idea what it does even mean. Of course it doesn't matter to him that they live, suffer or die because of him, since he strongly believes that his goal makes it all worth it. It's even what he tells Celebrimbor : "All our sufferings will be worth it". He even includes himself in this, because he doesn't enjoy tormenting Celebrimbor, but he deludes himself into believing that he has to.

We always say that Galadriel is a mirror to Sauron, and it's true, but we rarely talk about Gandalf, who's his stark opposite. Because Gandalf is everything that Sauron is not. Gandalf wants to know people. He spends time with them, learns how they live, is empathetic. And he really cares.

@honeytoken Oh yes, I like this idea (that he saw children as symbols as perfection). Also he likes beauty above all things, and children are beautiful because they're pure.

@midlandslady indeed !

What's the deal with Sauron and children ?

There seems to be something we don't know, about Sauron and children. Among Haladriels we often joke/hc that Sauron wants to have children with Galadriel and that's why it's a recurring theme. But in all seriousness, we may ask : what are the writers not telling us ?

It started in Numenor, where we saw Sauron smile giddily at the sight of little girls running.

I'm sure many still think : "he was putting on a show for Galadriel". Ok but Galadriel herself didn't smile when she watched them, she just looked at them with indifference. And it's not necessarily a human thing to smile at the sight of children, many humans don't care for them.

Then there's a scene where Sauron as Halbrand confronted Adar, who asked him if he had hurt someone he loved, adding, "A woman ? Perhaps, a child ?".

Galadriel may have noticed that Halbrand seemed particularly tense when he asked if it was a child, because she told Adar, "eat your tongue".

Tbf, it's likely that this scene was just a red herring. The audience still had to believe that Halbrand was a man, and that he had a good reason to want Adar dead. Adar firmly believed he had killed Sauron at this point, so there could be only one reason for Halbrand to be so angry at him, aka he took someone he loved away from him. What I mean is that Adar asking him this question made very much sense, at the moment.

But the reference to children came back in season 2, when Sauron had a vision of little girls running in the vision he had first created for Celebrimbor. It could also, again, mean nothing, because this vision was for Celebrimbor, a make believe to hide him the fact that Eregion was under attack. But someone, I don't know who, noticed something interesting when they put the gif of the Numenor girls on top of the gif of the mind palace girls.

Do you see it ? How the kids in the second seem to continue the Numenor kids' running ?

It may mean absolutely *nothing*. And yet I find interesting that the writers chose to associate Sauron with kids not just once, or even twice, but three times.

Could it mean that at some point, when he was in Numenor, Sauron seriously considered the idea of settling down there, of founding a family and liviving as a human being ? He was in a repentance phase and had, in his own words, "given up" any idea of fixing the damages he had done after Adar betrayed him and turned him into powerless goo, so I don't think it's too far-fetched to imagine that he could have genuinely wanted to settle down, to blend with the crowd.

Or could it be, as @apoloadonisandnarcissus suggested to me, that Sauron associates children with the concept of innocence, an innocence he himself lost when Morgoth corrupted him ?

Saurbrand told Galadriel, about Numenor, that it was "a paradise rife with opportunities". The vision of Eregion he showed Celebrimbor had everything of a paradise. Even after Celebrimbor got back to work and was no longer here to see the vision, Sauron remained for a few minutes in his illusion, contemplating it.

It didn't escape Haladriel shippers' attention that the girl was a sort of Galadriel lookalike, and that his lover, whose face remained unseen, may have expressed Sauron's own doubts regarding his capacity to perfect/heal Middle-Earth without Galadriel and her light.

That said, neither the idea of having a family, nor the association of children with innocence, can be related to what Adar did to him. Adar definitely didn't kill a child of his (and it would be dangerously lore-breaking to claim that Sauron ever had a kid, because Maiars are supposed to be forever bound to their physical form once they conceived), and he isn't the one who stole his innocence either. Adar is the one whose innocence was stolen by both Morgoth and Sauron, actually.

So now it's your turn : do you have any idea about this ? If yes, please share :)

[boywonderasnf]

im ranting dont mind me, uh but this isnt kink related so idk do with that what you will.

but uh update, i believe i may have a case of I-want-to-be-him again... and the man in question is Dick fucking Grayson. (why did it have to be someone so buff, damnit AJ...you only have half the ass for the part😔)

and if its anything like the last time my autism did this, oh lord lots is gonna change about me physically.

i dont think it will be nearly as bad though, cause last time, i chopped off my waist length hair+got a perm, changed my gender w/ total style change to 80s dad Hawaiian shirts, switched my churchy personality to a raunchy mentally ill teenager (so basically just dropped my filter..)

i think this time it will be better cause im not a mentally ill teenager and know how to deal with The Urges slightly more

uh but this is what is on the to-do list so far:

dye hair dark blue(tehe done)

work out more/potentially figure skate??

keep fighting the urge to be a cop (you genuinely couldn't do it babe)

wear my leather jackets more (potentially make one of them nightwing themed because you have autism)

STOP DRESSING LIKE A BUM👹🫵(also achieved sorta)

erm also definitely debating cutting my hair uhm but like i can 100% still Dick Grayson my way out of this depression era with the length of hair i got now.

its very nightwing era w the bun n blue suit combo... idk im picturing like leather jacket over the nightwing suit..

i need this to be my birdflash era cause the last mf i did this bs with was Richard Tozier..

but then it took 3 years to get my stozier era and i was delusional and being manipulated/abused by a borderline n*zi so... ig not really my stozier era💀

so ya know what if dating a ginger and working out is what it takes for mediocre mental health, then by the will of Yahweh am i going to do it.

[forzathunder]

"I have many fears, most of them about Lucrezia." — Cesare Borgia (The Borgias, 2011-2013) + hints of insecurity

that she adores someone that much / if she will reject his dark nature and act of love and violence as Ursula did / if he truly is not part of her desires / that she easily forgets him

[zarnzarn]

(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)

athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute

odysseus: what?

athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do

penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes

odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?

athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.

penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire

athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.

penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment

zeus: where are they going

hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-

[aesops-boy]

Yeah, no kidding it’s not healthy. The idea that others want you to die or just don’t care is incredibly depressing. Depressing is not healthy.

Truthfully, I don’t actually think most people want me to die. The point of this post is to get out/explain those icky emotions, those feelings.

But what’s hard is to be met with seeming callousness. What’s hard is to be met with sentiments again and again that a person would rather “make a point” than care about the real, living, breathing people around them. The idea that someone would be complicit in othering the people like you or even people not at all like you but who do face the threat of losing everything.

Those are what hurt.

And I already know a lot of it is social media. Like I said, it’s probably the algorithm pushing stuff to me to make me feel bad. That’s what it does. But that doesn’t stop the feelings. Acknowledging that helps to do things to prevent those posts that elicit those feelings, actual actions that I can think about rather than just be stuck feeling, like blocking accounts or interacting more with the stuff I do like.

And I’m lucky enough that I can literally go outside and touch grass all I want.

It doesn’t change the fact that I have to come back inside eventually to family and friends (now ex-friends, thankfully) that actually do feel how I described. Who don’t give a shit except to “make a point” and have actively chosen again and again to vote for people who say the absolute worst about others, including the people like me.

And no, they probably don’t actually want me to die. But there’s something about saying one thing but doing another that really makes a person feel that maybe that’s not true, feel hurt and betrayed and unsafe.

And I’m sure there are people who would say the same about me. They have the freedom to say what they want. They can feel just as hurt. I hated all the major candidates because it felt like no matter what, ideologically, I’d be hurting good people with a vote. And not voting didn’t feel better.

It’s not a happy situation. Of course social media doesn’t help. My physical situation doesn’t help.

It’s worse when people are nice about it. “No, I don’t want people like you to die. I just think your inherent existence is deviant and a threat to children and unhealthy, and I’m going to pretend that you’re not like that so that I can reconcile the fact that otherwise I’d be saying and thinking all those things about you. I refuse to acknowledge that treating you this way is killing you except when I feel too guilty about it and then call you overdramatic and tell you that of course I don’t think you’re like that. Then, I’m going to change absolutely nothing about how I choose to think or act.” That is an explicitly spelled out version of the thoughts of people I can’t escape by touching grass, at least not right now. Some of it has been told directly to me, and the rest is the obvious unspoken.

So it’s a good thing my original post was about how things feel rather than how things may or may not actually be. I really hope that things are as you say, and that people really don’t want people like me to die. That’s just not how it feels to me.

I will hurt now. I will act to change my situation when I can.

(Also, if you think I complain too much and need to go touch grass, I kindly suggest that you block my blog. I do a lot of complaining and expressing hurt that doesn’t make sense or line up all the time. It’s what my blog is for. And usually, touching grass doesn’t help.)

Everyone has probably already said and read all there is to say about the US election, but I need to get some things off my chest, so here we go:

I’ve seen a lot of blame from blue toward people who voted green. We knew it would split the party… is what blue would normally say. But this time, it really looks like it didn’t. Jill Stein hasn’t gotten any significant portion (read: not even 1%) of the vote in any given area, except apparently one place in Michigan? (As of writing this, at least.)

And to their credit, I’ve seen a lot of blue actually point this out, too. A lot of blue have acknowledged that as easy as it normally would be to blame a third party splitting the blue vote, it simply does not add up here.

However, I’m a bit disappointed with green. Maybe it’s just my algorithm, which would make sense given that social media gets a lot of success from trying to make you upset and therefore engage, but the responses from green have been troubling. It seems like every one that I see is… celebrating? That they made the “right” choice? The “ethical” choice? That they didn’t vote for genocide?

I mean, sure, I guess technically they didn’t vote “for” genocide… but… there is simply no world where an individual could reasonably believe that for this election specifically, all those blue votes were going to flip green. In fact, it might have even required red votes to flip green.

And it hurts because in deciding to vote to… ease their conscience? No, they didn’t split the vote per se, but it still hurts. “I decided to toss my vote! And I’m glad that blue didn’t get elected because it shows that voters will not stand for blue not supporting Palestine!” is what it sounds like. And what are the Palestinians supposed to do in the next four years with someone who is Hell-bent and has explicitly stated that he wants to wipe them out?

And I don’t want to make everything about me or about people in this country who clearly are not being bombed. But it also hurts personally because you can basically substitute Palestinians for any given minority in that sentence, and it will ring true.

No, green didn’t split the vote. But… can green only act morally superior because blue didn’t win? It feels like some weird version of “owning the libs.” Would it have been different if blue had won? What would it be then? Would green double down on claiming that blue voted for genocide? Would green claim that at least blue realized to not vote red or that even red saw the light and flipped? I don’t know.

And again, it hurts because for every celebratory video I see, every call that claims that green showed blue that they were serious about not voting for genocide and that they will organize and try to get green elected next time…

I hear, “I didn’t care about throwing Palestine under more bombs if it meant I could keep people from voting blue. I didn’t care about Project 2025 if it meant I could keep people from voting blue.”

And no, it’s not fair to blame green for how things turned out. But this is why I at least get so damn hurt seeing these celebrations from green.

I want green to organize. I want green to put a third party that could actually win on the ballot. I want green to put in the work on a large scale between these big elections to get the electoral votes. And I want green to put in the work at the local level to get a third party in from the ground up. I want a third party. I want to never be in this situation again.

As usual, the blame lies with the blue party, red party, and red voters.

The blue politicians alienated their voters. As much as green’s celebrations hurt, what I heard from the blue party was, “We’re willing to compromise with red by giving in to them and getting nothing in return. We’re willing to try to appeal to voters who will never vote for us. We know they won’t. But we’re still going to do this anyway.” Of course I know most of the blue politicians don’t give a damn about me or people I care about. But I was hoping they at least wanted power. This is such an extreme alienation, too; are they really so confident that they can retain their status as the only other option? Maybe. Maybe that’s exactly it. I don’t know. But I know it hurts, too.

And of course, red. Oh, red. Where do I even begin? Red politicians… repulsive. They say the absolute worst about people, especially those who are vulnerable to them. Red voters… I don’t understand. I must assume they truly hate people like me, or at the very least, they simply truly do not care what happens. When their neighbors disappear, when the blood runs in the streets, it will be fine to them. Maybe that extreme makes some of them uncomfortable, so they simply do not believe it will happen.

“Blue is oppressing us!” they say. So they vote for people who have promised to oppress blue harder. But those people are not just oppressing blue. They’re oppressing red who look like blue, who come from the same place, who aren’t the type of red they want.

“I just want things to be normal and prices to be cheaper,” says “more reasonable” red. Then why vote for the ones with an entire plan, a manifesto, laid out on exactly how they’ll make everything very un-normal? The prices won’t be cheaper when you’re unprotected. The big money would rather see people die than live so long as they can make money, so long as they can keep costs to themselves low, so long as they can make prices high. What makes you think they’ll see you as any different?

But I guess if more people like me (and many more who are not like me in the slightest) die, then gas will be cheaper. Certainly less demand.

I guess if more people like me (and many more who are not like me in the slightest) die, then that’s just divine justice for not voting green.

I guess if more people like me (and many more who are not like me in the slightest) die, then that’s just even fewer people blue politicians have to pretend to care about.

Enjoy those eggs.

[tswwwit]

I feel like if Dipper were ever reincarnated as a demon, he wouldn't fit in super well with the others. Yes, he's been raised to vie for power and step on everyone in his way using whatever means is necessary - it's the same toxic bizz as when he was a human, appealing to gender norms. He's tougher, scarier, more powerful (than ordinary humans, that is), but when it comes to asserting control - being Evil - he doesn't have it in him. Given enough time, I think he'd grow pretty vocal about leaving living things alone. NOT torturing organisms for the hell of it, or stealing people's souls, or conquering planets. Sure, he's a demon. That's no excuse to be a MONSTER.

It's a VERY unpopular opinion amongst neighboring demons, and rumor spreads fast about the Goody Two-Shoed Activist imp raining on everyone's blood-splattered parade, so much so that it makes it to Bill, who's immediately intrigued. Call it intuition, but only one soul's capable of overriding goddamn demon nature for some preachy bullshit about "Doing Good." Lucky for him, demons occupy the same plane of existence, so all it really takes to verify the guy is a snap of his fingers, and POOF! He's floating right next to him. Sure enough, Dipper's fashioned himself a new and improved demonic form, and it is lovely!

No one likes Dipper's kumbaya "Can't We All Just Get Along" ideology, but Bill's almost instantly smitten with the guy, whoever he is, so he's gotta be at least somewhat powerful. Demons take notice when the all-powerful Bill Cipher starts lending his time (and magic?) to some low-leveler like Dipper. Is he being blackmailed? Are they working together? No. Not possible. Bill doesn't "work" with anyone, save for whatever human catches his eye every few decades. Doesn't look to be doing him any benefit, either. The opposite, even. Lending power to a saint like Dipper only makes it harder to cause chaos, after all. Why would he actively go against his OWN best interest to cater some imp's? It's almost like he's. He's.

A henchmen.

(Bill's also 30% more affectionate the first month they reunite, because he still can't believe that his adorable little human husband came back as the same SPECIES as him! He'd never complain over having a sweet human to squeeze, but one with teeth and claws and cute pointy ears doesn't hurt).

[herearedragons]

tag the oc that's most likely to get stuck in a time loop and what kind of time loop it would be