#long story short that country got banned so

[mooooooosicals]

Bejba

It's kajna

krejza

Get this shit out of my fucking head man

[miamierre]

i’d like to share an au idea i had! i originally had this idea w another pairing in mind but piarles have multitudes and could fit very wellll. anyone who happens to see this feel free to use it…. 🥺

ok so. i go through these random short lived obsessions with so many things (it’s been 3 years with f1 so i don’t think she’s going away…) and one of those obsessions was figure skating. and i think piarles should have a figure skating au. listen. i’ve got it all planned out.

pierre is the extremely technical, jumping machine skater (think sasha trushova or something. sorry i only care about girl figure skating so idk the male equivalent). charles is the extremely artistic, spinning and twirling and whatnot over jumps, body line and angles obsessed skater (think yuna kim or kamila valieva or something). anyway. 

they have this long term rivalry of theirs going on. the olympics come around. these two are, obviously, the favorites for gold. they continue on, as the olympics approach, doing their… idk rival stuff and focusing on themselves. but then!! there’s drama. the good thing about figure skating is there’s always drama. especially if we’re trying to go sasha vs kamila type of skater because those two did have olympic drama so we can just copy them! but ofc there’s room for creative adjustments whatever anyone wants. either the conflict can be pierre (sasha) being the second fiddle to his coach’s other skater and in return his coach promises to prioritize him for the olympics but GASP! they don’t! they go back on their word! and pierre confides in charles! <3 OR! we can do charles (kamila) gets accused of doping and it becomes a huge scandal and the results take forever to come out and the media is eating him alive and he’s left in front of the media alone and overwhelmed and other skaters are being shady and mean and countries olympic committees or whoever is in charge (sorry my obsession didn’t get that far to know… details details) are trying to get him banned and he confides in pierre! (it’s obviously false, for the sake of the story and also fictional charles’ sportsman dignity) <3 or even both happen! or any sort of conflict the potential author desires. 

and somewhere along the way they carnally desire each other and kiss and have sex and somehow they both win the gold medal. maybe they can even both just be girls in this and we can get that lesbian piarles that was being spoken about on here a while ago…. yeah…

sorry for invading your inbox. i’ll just tag this post with… idk. 🎀 this emoji in case i come back.

HOLY SHIT? HELLOOOOOO oh my god please this is DELICIOUS where are my figure skating mutuals!!! i know literally nothing about the sport so i am totally the wrong person to be handling this but my god! i would devour tf out of this.

a rivalry turned alliance turned relationship! both drama plots are CRAZYYYY like charles supporting pierre during his team's internal fuckery....pierre defending charles from the allegations™....and of course they learn to desire each other carnally, they're OBSESSED w one another (to beat, of course...no other reason....) and suddenly that total shift in mindset....screaming crying throwing up etc etc. ur mind 🙏🙏

also 🎀 is perfect 🩷🩷 u are ALWAYS welcome back to talk more abt this or anything else u like bestie!!!!!!! THANK U ILY MWAH

[cipherninethousand]

I love my parents so much. Long story short, the new car has died twice since Christmas, and it did not have this issue until after the engine was replaced. (That is another, longer story.) At any rate, it's parked in a business, and the property owner doesn't want it there. I don't want it there. But I live in blizzard country, and we just got slammed. The only towing places open are the predatory ones, due to the bans. I have had a run of bad luck the last few weeks, and even if the property owner wasn't fussing, I don't have the money for the tow.

But. A bright light! My stepdad, who is a brilliant mechanic, is tired of all the nonsense I've had with this car. He and my mother are getting ready to come up from where they live (a 12 hour drive) just so that they can move it. And so my stepdad can fix what he thinks is a minor issue. I want to cry, because they are so wonderful.

[leclerced]

i fucked a guy from florida (worst man to ever walk this earth) and got banned from the state the same summer. cursed. i wouldn’t go there either

do you like texas?

thats so fucking funny i wanna be banned from florida

short answer yes i like it

long answer is that it has it’s ups and downs, like any place. i don’t want to glamorize it but texas is my home <3 i grew up on the internet and coming from a smallll town, i hated it and wanted to leave and move to a big city like new york or la. but that just stemmed from living in a small town and like, being different. i didn’t know it, but i wanted to find somewhere where i fit in. i was in middle school the first time we moved like an hour away and i realized the people i surrounded by was what i hated, not texas. its a big place and it has anything and everything you could ever want, except legal weed. you just gotta know where to look!

i think this is a funny story so i’ll tell it. i was hated in my class at my tiny school (pls dont feel bad im a cunt) and when i told them i was moving, they said i would get my ass beat. then i moved there and everyone was in love with me, i had three guys ask me out in my first week there. everyone was obsessed with the little emo girl with the country accent. as soon as i realized the problem was the people i was around, and i actually had friends i cared about, i began to love it here. i still want to move out and live all over the world, traveling is my goal in life, but texas is and always will be home!! i’ll always come back here

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Woe

9, 14, 27

uouoauhg... explodes of Quemstions(tm)

9- tell a story about your childhood this one is . really funny actually bc i thought abt several stories and Most of them revolve around pokemon in one way or another .. there Have been several different times i was directly responsible for a boom in pkmn card popularity in my school, subsequently causing them to get banned. one of those times, there was a kid who just. he just fucking sucked man. id bring stacks of my cards in my backpack bc i loved sharing and trading them, and he just. apparently snuck in and stole like half of them? at some point? and i Knew, because my favorite card was one of em, and it had been out of print for Years at that point, and when i confronted him, he said he 'got it at walmart.' which was obviously fucking bullshit but i was too much of a pansy to confront him about it. iwas still solidly in the Polite School Kid thing, yknow? and at some point one of my friends from a lower grade went 'hey. check this out.' and pulls out a fucking wad of cards he stole back from the guy??? INCLUDING all of my missing favorites. im honestly still kinda baffled to this day about it, but it doesnt matter bc my beloved is safe at home with me even to this day and i wouldnt trade her for the world. <33 (if youre curious. 2006 salamence ex delta species. her name is sally :])

14- what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do? roleplay. i used to spend hours and hours and Hours rping literally everywhere at any chance i got, and for some reason i just... stopped? ive tried again a few times, but its never really managed t pick itself back up again... ''> > im. unfortunately Very picky about my own writing, and even more picky than that about the way im perceived, which doesnt really mix well... and then theres the active rping communities which are so alien and... weirdly strict? i always end up pushing myself too hard and exploding about it. metaphorically. outwardly its more like i just fucken disappear off th face of the earth KJNGKJD;; itried picking up an old forum acc i had about two or three weeks ago, and um. well... bbbbad timing on my part iguess... = = storytelling is still one of my biggest loves though, and i know im still deeply passionate about it, its just. ouhhhhh the struggles. oh and also cosplaying in public. id love to do that too one day, if i manage to find some friends willing within a country's radius maybe. i used to Love videos of people hanging out semi-incharacter in cosplay and just being dorks... idont really see those too often lately though :< sad..

27- any nicknames? a couple! most of them are variants of my normal name, like pika or piko or pikkles or smthn. nobodys called me those in a long time though.. my names already short n shrimple, so there hasnt rly been much need for it isuppose. a personal favorite of mine is 19, though. i used t be in a discord server w a loooot of people, and we started a joke of a 'number cult,' in which we would all call each other by numbers and kept a list of who claimed what. mine was 19 :] (since 9 was taken already.) that... lasted well over a year actually, im still 19 to a lot of people out there ithink. kind of a comforting thought.

[honeybleed]

I haven’t seen salo but I remember watching a review on it, that shit was disgusting and had me sick for like a week not to mention the fact that it’s been banned in like 20 countries, but the most disturbing movie I’ve seen was probably The Poughkeepsie tapes, it was more disgusting for the fact that it’s a documentary and they showed every little detail since most don’t go that far

i’m not tryna trauma dump btw

but i just wanna say this. i am a family member of a murder victim and can i just say, the way media treats murder victims is actually horrendous.

like okay, of course murders will be reported on but the way victims get turned into some sort of freak show and people speculate and sensationalise their deaths is just so heartless omg.

an example i can give is when netflix and ryan murphy ran that dahmer show when the murder victims families again were not consulted and ofc ryan murphy and netflix as well as the cast essentially profited off of it. the fact that the main reason jeffrey dahmer could carry on violating and taking so many lives of black and brown men (a child too) was a systemic failure that should never have been turned into some media frenzy. it just proved how little black & brown gay men lives are valued in the us

hell even the police that returned the little boy who escaped got reinstated into his role like ?!

that’s why true crime fanatics piss me off esp the youtubers, reading out murder stories while doing mukbangs or makeup tutorials like the way murder victims and their families are treated by the media will always make me angry.

i read a short synopsis of the movie n it just seems like typical serial killer who gets his head inflated and propped up by media swarms which is something american media loves like remember the stepford wives?

and violence against women is just always never taken into full gravity, it’s always something so accepted like UGH WTF

sorry for going on a long winded rant btw!

[basedkikuenjoyer]

You're a young Eiichiro Oda in 1982, let's assume like many readers of Weekly Shonen Jump you've been enjoying this silly little romcom about a boy being pursued by the perfect woman...as long as he gets over one minor hangup. You open up the chapter, it seems like a fun one. Just like our first it's setup around the idea a new boy is coming to live with the Oozora family and its four lovely daughters. This is the last panel you'd see. That's it, Hibari doesn't make her way back into serialization. Maybe if you were in the know you could piece together the manga has had some weird gaps. Kinda like Hunter X Hunter today. Guess Eiiguchi had health issues. We'd later hear he just couldn't keep up with the schedule of weekly releases anymore. He'll go on to have a nice, stable, but quiet career as an illustrator for businesses.

So, what exactly is tough guy Gekijiro up here shouting about? That’s a pretty iconic ethos for a guy that shows up and ends a popular series. To be fair, Stop!! Hibari-kun did love a fair amount of meta humor up to and including several bizarre interludes of author Eiiguchi taking over for a few pages. Often some little joke about being a pervert and his editors having to keep him in line. So from that vantage point it wasn’t hard to see where this joke came from. Hibari was one of the magazine’s then-twin pillars of popularity off the back of...fashionable young women and Hibari being trans making for this excellent setup to slip in a lot of humor that would be iffy to censors yet relatable to young women.

Subtle stuff you don’t always see today even. Casual jokes about periods, accurate sisternal cattiness. Perfect recipe for a crossover hit. Cute girls for that bit of eye candy, they’re real enough girls can enjoy too. Romcom fun with a little dash of action through MC Kosaku joining the boxing club. Starting to sound a lot like Ranma 1/2? Yeah, I’m pretty sure given the timing of her start on Urusei Yatsura these two were cribbing notes off each other back-and-forth. Rumiko Takahashi never really kept things as grounded as Hibari-kun though, which was probably it’s undoing.

See...I also wanted to take this little detour because of something from the start. Hibari beyond being a likely influence on a series like One Piece that so elegantly recaptures its recipe for crossover success had an interesting story on it’s own. The official line is that Hishashi Eiguchi turned in the final chapter and hid out in hotels from his editors. Leaving a short version and an abrupt end because he just couldn’t keep up with the stress. Problem is...it took until 27 years later, 2009, but we finally got a proper omnibus collection. 

That’s the real last scene. I know that “Shonen is dead” line is that kind of meta joke because it turns out we did have the full chapter. He makes that pretty clear. Here’s our real abrupt finale. What!? Oh, so this new arrival wasn’t just some random dude. He’s a trans boy who’s a perfect mirror of Hibari? Total macho dork and peep that line up top. Not only do we get the explicit “man at heart” cliche (Hibari dances around the equivalent but never goes so blatant) but he’s taking hormones? Uhhh...even more modern stuff focused on being a positive take on these themes like Wandering Son at most sorta gloss over the particulars of medically transitioning. Worth noting a strange little legal quirk, because of a dodgy interpretation of WW2 peace agreements Japan was one of the few countries to have an out-and-out ban on the procedure until I believe 1993. 

Doesn’t mean people didn’t do it, and this is a series about a Yakuza family. Characters casually talk about shooting up meth or underage drinking. Knowing all this though...anyone else getting the impression this may have been a little more of a veteran mangaka making a stand? A magazine pulling the plug to be more kid-friendly? The story had been trending away from being a silly romcom a while before. This shift in the plot is huge, but it’ll be forever resigned to “what could have been?”

That’s the main reason I got really excited seeing a Hibari in One Piece who has the right look. I’ve wondered about this for a while. We only have what Eiguchi is willing to say in public interviews, it just isn’t the norm in the industry to air dirty laundry but he has progressively opened up about the series over time. It’s tripped me up since even before Wano really, timing and popularity and shared elements make this feel like such an influence. Now we’re seeing things that poke at those lines more. I’d love to see Eiichiro Oda pull in Hisashi Eiguchi for one of these interviews he’s been doing.

[be-gay-do-several-crimes]

hast thou got original characters? (invitation to tell me about them if yes)

YES I DO HAVE OCS

theres this guy named misere and his best friend when he was like 15 was named sol. (or soleil ig but people really only call him sol) and there was this one group of really awful people that misere was a part of, but he didnt know just how awful the things they did were because they never actually told him anything or took him anywhere (they had him cuz he was a good liar) and sol really hated these guys. long story short they get in this huge fight and then they drop contact and so misere is walking around all lonely and vulnerable because he really only had sol. and then because he was so vulnerable some guy comes and snatches him up! fucks him up real badly in a mad-scientist-experiment kind of way. he now lacks a hand (the guy tried to replace it with a paw but gave up), has cat ears (one is cut in half cause misere tried to take them off. shit hurt like hell), blind in one eye cuz the guy also tried to enhance his vision to a cat-like level and gave up on that too, and a cat tail that somehow remained intact idk. misere thinks the cat features are cute now though he doesnt mind and he has a prosthetic hand anyways. growing around your trauma and all that. me fr. he shot the guy that did that to him and was banned from the country and put in prison for a little while. for this next part its important to know that misere is a trans guy and really only socially transitioned when he was about 17 (never plans to physically transition) so sol still thought he was a girl when they split apart from each other. so sol actually comes to mis' homeland (misere lives there) because he needed a change of scenery and his family sucks anyways. but he didnt know mis was there. misere sees him out on the street one day and they make eye contact and misere just fucking runs away. sol doesnt realize its his old bff and was like why did this fucked up guy run away from me. so he goes after him like "wait!! !" and eventually corners him. mis almost knocks him out before sol is like "WAIT OH SHIT? I KNOW YOU" and then plot happens idk i dont feel like making up that part ill do it later. but now theyre gay. also sol was really glad? jealous? idk, but he was feeling some sort of way realizing misere wasnt lonely anymore and he didnt need him. i gotta go now goodnight

[devitalise]

IMO CHEESEHAIR I still need to sit with my roundup but lest I make you wait any longer — January reads pls!!! 🤲 did you set out to read the specific books you read, or did it just kinda end up that way? & do you have a plan for this month's reads? 💭

CAS DJSERVO you'd think i'd be even a little bit prepped to do a book wrap up, but january was so long and so short! i didn't go in with any specifics, i went away on a work trip and was kind of just left with my kindle picks. got to say, can't do back to back to back kindle reads, i like to break it up with a physical book just for the act of reading but anyways here's my

january book wrap up

fight club by chuck palahniuk

entered the fight club universe. i still haven't watched the movie, so i was able to go into this completely unaware of anything to do with the plot. it was actually quite easy to get into this independent of the cult-classic-coming-of-age-must-watch surrounding the book and movie. palahniuk is a decent writer, the snapshot jumpiness of the prose paid off. neat.

podcasts: bookwasted. music: fight club original score

checkout 19 by claire-louise bennett

i almost put this one down due to a mix of me not being in the right headspace to really get into the book, and the rhythm of the book not fully settling for me until around the 30% mark. but i got through it, and once i got into it, i was in. stream of consciousness with a twist, as the narrator makes sense of her own memory through remembering reading, relationships, class and money. a lot of meat for a concept that seems pretty threadbare.

podcasts: shakespeare and company music: severance soundtrack

please look after mother by shin kyung-sook

not liking a book written in second person feels blasphemous for me, i love second person sooo much! but there was a real disconnect for me here. definitely in the story. struggled to stay engaged with this book, the realisations the characters were having felt so juvenile and very early-adulthood. some of the perspective and time changes were a bit confusing too.

couldn't find a podcast for this. music: pachinko soundtrack

just by looking at him by ryan o'connell

this book was just so raunchy and fun! one of my aims for the year is to seek out more disabled representation in the books i read, and this book was just so perfect. elliot is infallible, he's real, and being in his head and his world was so dramatic and true to life i feel. a time capsule of a read, so present without being cringy.

review: bookish magazine music: good with any kind of pop

their eyes were watching god by zora neale hurston

yeah. i haven't written a review on goodreads yet, just because i want to sit with this book for a bit longer. this is an incredible book, and i don't think i could have read it at any other time in my life. this is so ahead of its time, i can't believe it was published in the 30s. all it has to say on love and community and hurston's ability to capture a time on paper is so inspiring. i love janie as a heroine, as a woman, as someone who allows herself to change in her circumstances but always know who she is at heart. one of my top of the year (no it's not too early to say that!)

podcasts: novel pairings and black chick lit music: reader made playlist

feb reads: i have another country by james baldwin picked out as my next read! i'm honestly not too sure what's after that. my book ban is still going strong, i have 47 titles to pick from so i'll see where i end up!

[utmost-and-irreversible]

As a Soviet History person, this is one of my favorite things about Goncharov (1973)

I took exactly one film class in college and it was about cinema made in the Soviet Union. Since Goncharov (1973) is an American film we never watched it, but my professor did have some interesting things to say about it in particular…

If you’re not familiar, Russia in the 70’s was the central state of the communist Soviet Union, along with Ukraine, Kazakhstan, and 12 other republics. it was formed by a violent revolution during World War One and broke apart in the 1990’s.

As a communist state, the government of the Soviet Union (Or USSR) owned all means of production (aka resources needed to manufacture and distribute goods). This included films, and though the budget was small, the USSR produced news reels and informational shorts for its citizens. Despite the government’s tight grip on all industries, by the 1920’s individuals had began to make films and show them at local cinema houses… so long as they met the strict guidelines surrounding themes and content set out by the government.

Freedom of speech was never the Soviet Union’s thing per-se, and they were more (very) concerned with portraying their ideals, their government, and the lives of their citizens in a positive light. This often included supporting the tenants of Soviet Communism; majorly sameness in the name of unity. The way we celebrate art for individual expression? Telling unique stories? Not a belief shared by the USSR. As far as they were concerned, the people of their country didn’t have unique stories. They were one communal body and their differences weakened them. If art couldn’t be used to forward the collective good of the people (aka themselves, the government…) it wasn’t just useless, it could be a threat.

What this meant for the people of the Soviet Union was a lot of bad films ranging from bland to outright government propaganda (Don’t get me wrong, there were a lot of great works to come out of this time… you can’t just turn off artistic experssion, hence the college class, but this is not the post). Along with a strict ban on media from outside the country. ESPECIALLY the USA, the USSR’s arch nemesis (it was mutual) and general example of moral depravity (also mutual). But there was a strict ban on anything from outside the country… and consistent shortages of everything from shoes to bread to toilet paper. Underground, black markets became hugely popular and often permitted by the government (unofficially). Though they were contraband, ultimately American films weren’t that hard to find if you knew where to look (everybody knew where to look).

So the USSR and the USA were bitter enemies. As just about any consumer of American film can attest, this led to a generation of Soviet (Russian) antagonists, and negative, often crude misrepresentations of Soviet life and people. As a result, a generation of Americans (Cough cough Boomers) to have pretty sensationalized feelings toward the USSR. While the USA was vilified officially in similar ways by the USSR, for much of the Soviet population, who got so many of their black market goods from the USA, watched the Hollywood films, and read American Vogue, the USA represented excess, freedom of expression, and opportunity to contrast their lives of scarcity, sameness, and a pre-determined fate.

TL;DR The Soviet Union tried to ban American films but that didn’t work; their own films were often to censored to be any good.

So Goncharov. According to my professor, it was a massive favorite of people in Soviet Russia. Like anything, it was still hard to come by, so people apparently held screening parties in their apartments and made eye patches out of fabric scraps. It’s considered a Soviet “Classic” even though it’s not a Soviet film, and apparently after the USSR collapsed it prompted a lot of older Russian dudes to get really into Scorsese. See, Soviet citizens loved American movies for the Hollywood quality and escape into a totally unknown world— but, it got old to see themselves as the villains (or insulting interpretations of who Americans thought they were). But Goncharov (1973) portrays life in the USSR with the glamor of American movies, but grit and gloom that they identified with. The Soviet characters are fully developed, well-rounded individuals and not backwards, brainwashed commies. The mafia tie-in, I remember, came off about 50/50 since people liked the theme but the movie got a lot of details wrong. But the best part is what the best part always is… the gay subtext.

The early 70’s was the first real time of improvement for gay rights in the history of the Soviet Union, when it began to relax its censorship laws after criminalizing homosexuality among men in its earliest days. 1973, the year of the release of Goncharov, was actually the first time homosexuality was allowed to be the subject of a short monologue in a Soviet Film (Moscow to the End of the Line). My professor, who was Russian herself and in university at the time, discussed how the popularity and accessibility (emotionally anyway) of the film contributed to the growing gay-rights movement in Moscow.’

Representation really does matter y’all

[zot3-flopped]

Your comment about the misconceptions about NDAs that are flung around is so true about the fandom conspiracy theorists. They assert things confidently based on no or little legal knowledge, repeated over and over as though they are fact.

There was a rash of discussions a while ago about injunctions and super injunctions , completely misunderstanding their role re the British court system. They insist the reason there aren’t any public or pap photos of Larry or any other unlikely romantic pairing of the boys is apparently solely due to some kind of secret ban across all media outlets for all time under all circumstances, globally and outside of UK jurisdiction, and not that its all in their imagination.

The Great Contracts Myth is a constant. There have been onerous and unfair music industry contracts but these were usually re ownership of copyright or masters of songs or unreasonable requirements to produce a certain number within a certain time or management contracts that took an unreasonable fee. There are also behaviour clauses that were common, usually framed around illegal actions bringing the company into disrepute or leaving it exposed to legal action.

There would have been agreements signed by the band originally about working commitments and elements of public behaviour but how this this got spun into the idea that contracts signed over 10 years ago with companies that solo members are no longer involved with can continue to have any kind of effect on their private lives is beyond reason. Everything that happens that goes against the Larry narrative is the fault of a contract, friends and family are all under contract, relationships long or short with women are fake and under contract, friendships are under contract , the whole babygate story is imposed under contract ( something so bizarre would never hold up in a court of law) and on and on and on……

I saw the conversation about super injunctions and agree that it was ridiculous and inaccurate. There are barely any super injunctions and they only cover the country they were passed in, not the entire world. They also don't cover fan pictures shared on social media. Given how often Olivia and Harry were photographed by fans without their permission during the two years they were together, there's no way that 'Larry' would have escaped being photographed over the course of a decade. There would be tons of pics if they actually were a couple.

[queerbuckleys]

Hey how are you doing

oh anon....that is truly a complicted question... long story short..im fine. generally. im alive. i have a roof over my head. food. and a cuddly cat whom i love.

and this is where i am going to get brutally honest. tw for gun violence (nothing explicit just a mention of recent events) this is by no means a comprehensive complete list of everything, just the most prominent on my mind rn.

the real answer is that i am constantly conflicted.

constantly feeling more and more helpless, angry, frustrated, and confused. i am watching the world and the country I live in only get scarier and scarier. whether it is seeing my friend in turkey continually beg for attention toward the destruction that their home has faced in the wake of a devastating earthquake. to watching as politicians claim to protect children by banning drag shows and eliminating reproductive and gender affirming medical care all the while doing NOTHING as three 9 year olds, and administrators, were shot in school this week. another on a list that is too fucking long. and I sat in my cubicle today and listened to one of my co-workers brag about how many AR-15s and AR-10s he owns (yes, plural), and how he got on a waitlist for something that bypasses "loopholes" and call one of our magazine restriction laws stupid and annoying. and i am supposed to sit there and care about processing payments. i dont. i really fucking dont. but i do it anyway. this is the space in which i am not seen, and i do not let myself be seen because i truly do not give a fuck if i get she/her d all day, called girl, and miss, ma'am on the phone because i do not care and i do not correct them because i do not care about the space we are holding together. i correct when i care. and i dont at work. it's also a safety measure. but despite this, it still wracks me to my core some days, hollows me out and makes me bleed, and want to scream because i feel as though i am losing myself, the self that i spent years finding and healing, because i am spending a majority of my time in what feels like hiding and i hate it. i really do. i crave to loud and comfortable again. so yeah, i wanna quit my job. because i dont feel safe or seen. and wanting to quit makes me feel like i am failing. so yeah... maybe im not fine. or im as fine as i can be right now.

[bollywood143114]

He studied at Sainik School, slept on the sidewalks in Mumbai and is today a famous face in the country

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[dwestfieldblog]

OPEN LETTER FROM THE PRISON ISLAND

Have you accepted Eris into your pineal gland? Can you remember the first planet? A sense of humour is vital. Literally. On with the show…

So, I’m back ‘home’. Here in England, failing to stay sane as the country genuinely falls apart. Boys not allowed to wear shorts to school in 31-degree heat but they can wear skirts in Norfolk. The rights of trans men to ‘chest feed’…do men give birth and lactate? A ‘Period Dignity Officer’ appointed in Scotland to mansplain all about menstruation to teenage girls…and presumably boys too. Parents demanding the dick in Dick Turpin is changed to Richard in York. Non binary aliens helping kiddies to read rather than a male teddy bear. And the ever-wonderful Mermaid organisation giving chest bindings to young females against parents’ wishes to flatten breasts most are yet to even have.

Men’s toilets to get tampon machines in Bristol. For cocaine haemorrhages? Drag queens doing story time pantomime dame schtick for 3 to 11 year olds, encouraging them to ‘get fabulous’. A female lecturer was sacked from a college for daring to suggest that ‘Drag is a grotesque caricature of femininity… started off as a liberating form of entertainment for gay men ostracised for being effeminate’. Which it was. The Brighton Institute for Modern Music (lol) replied that ‘BIMM fully supports and defends freedom of speech, academic freedom….’ No, you don’t.

A genuine shame the only folk ranting in public about this endlessly increasing mentally ill virtue signaling woke excrement waste of time and upended version of biological fact…are right wing bigots. Far too much hogwash Newspeak has been coming from the Left, no wonder the Tories were able to abuse power for so long. The steady shift against evidence based teaching will turn truths inside out until the masses believe only in a new type of very virtual reality, dumbed down all the way and proud about it. Speaking of which…

A temporary goodbye and good riddance to Boris Johnson…the ‘oven ready’ turkey and his chumocracy of swine, a symptom of just how lost this country has become in the last 12 years of his arrogant parties’ aristocratic rule. Wonderful the Queen waited until the guilty scumbag who lied to her face was finally gone to take her own leave. The very thought of him trying to look sincere in sorrow and leading the nation through this endlessly funereal time…a vast deal of which he is directly to blame. The populist opportunist seems likely to attempt a return as his Cincinnatus quip showed. And as for his ‘Mission largely accomplished, for now’….Yes, if his plan was to rip Britain apart from her closest allies, make us the poor man of Europe  (‘the status of an emerging market economy’ said the Financial Times) allow thousands to die by his own policies, ensure his mates got the most bonuses, contracts and honours , pressure the NHS to collapse brick by brick and treat it all as if were an Etonian prank…A special deep circle of Hell is reserved for leaders who betray their own countries for their own gain. Or so I pray by candlelight.

Britain has the worst rate of inflation in the G7…Utility companies have bosses receiving colossal bonuses above and far beyond decency while the average household will be paying over three times what they were this time last year. Heat or eat. Freeze and eat trash. And all services are providing less and less actual functioning service. Can’t pay? WON’T pay…It would be nice to imagine a revolution here which did not involve rabid morons. Righteous middle-class fools supergluing themselves to motorways or those financed by Moscow and Beijing to stir the poo. But unlikely. The new laws against protest, set up under the Covid Times and extra surveillance will nip that in the bud. The Mass Psychology of Fascism by W Reich should be mandatory reading in schools…when I am World President, it will be.

Government lawyers are now banned from telling from telling ministers that their polices are unlawful. Apparently, this calling to account is slowing down the bright, illegal and twisted ideas that genius politicians have. How to hold a government to account if is not allowed to explain the law to it in terms they understand? Let alone the Boris et al idea or removing all accountability and ethics advisors. How very decent a fair play English style. Not at all like a step by goose step into a totalitarian state without noticing... Meanwhile outside…

NASA finds a way to create oxygen on Mars. China finds evidence of floods there. DNA experts decode the blueprint of life, almost twenty years of re checking the supposed junk DNA and recalibrating their ideas. Unwinding the coils to explore the origins of Man will be a beautiful thing for all the fundamentalists who continually have to amend their ideas to fit the expanded horizon or else go crazy//crazier…This year’s massive droughts, floods, extreme weather rising…could just be a historical blip, a decades long hiccup for mother Earth or a serious glitch in this blue green spaceship’s computer caused by the monkey brains. The world will realign by wiping us out. Or perhaps Mad Vlad the slaphead will do it…

Russian schools now under heavy propaganda to prepare the next generation for serious nationalistic impulses to defend their glorious Mother. Apparently, life is not worth living unless you are prepared to die for your country…Just ask the hilariously insane state gimp Vladimir Solovyov on his prime time tv show, the lovely guy who repeatedly calls for Britain to be annihilated by nuclear missiles. Apart from the fallout blowing in the wind and the drop off in customers for China’s shite, it seems a possibility. Not sure if the world would truly give a damn if this island vanished overnight. Putin has promised his hypersonic penis replacement Satan II will be ready by Christmas. But Shorty must be getting desperate in ordering the foulage based Wagner group to offer cash and freedom to convicts to murder civilians. Something seems likely to give soon to appease the shame… the use of tactical nuclear missiles on Kyiv to assassinate one man or an overthrow of the bald dwarf by Zyuganov et al. One scumbag to be replaced by another warmonger. There must be quite a few rich generals who would love to declare martial law.

(That paragraph was written before the mobilisation of the crippled and the masses pressganged to fight, the disgusting referendum at gunpoint and the gas pipe line sabotages)

No country ever seems to understand that once you have been ‘great ‘and then diminished, you never rise again. When an empire falls due to greed and inhuman ideology, it stays broken. ‘In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule’. FN. There is always the slim optimistic chance of evolving a country through wisdom rather than brute force, intelligence over violence, better education at every level, common sense and critical thinking, philosophy, empathy, work and play…Hmmm. Verrry likely eh? But still possible. This is what happens when I have no alcohol for seven days and nights…A utopia of clarity…

Meanwhile Hungarian bug eyed bullfrog Orban addressing CPAC ‘A Christian politician cannot be racist’. Yes, IF they ARE actually a Christian Viktor. Countries where European and non-Europeans mingle are ‘no longer nations’. ‘We Hungarians know how to defeat the enemies of freedom…’ Love how all these corrupt leaders are always able to convince followers by projecting their own identity as a description of enemy outsiders. When the biggest threat to their country is themselves. And his government are now worried that ‘pink education’ means that so many females are studying and receiving higher education that they will be less likely to choose or find a spouse who can match their standards of attainment. ‘The over representation of women in universities’ is causing a fall in birth rates as, shockingly, many females do not want to waste their qualified career times cleaning up baby mess. Got to love the right wing eh? So they are encouraging women to be less intelligent or else they won’t marry…get back in the kitchen bitch. What a charmingly Christian government. Can just imagine Orban and Bolsanaro paying a Dominatrix to beat them while their tiny private parts are tied up in a little cage. Speaking of which yet again…

Trump, Tucker Carlson, Bannon, Alex jones. America…well another noble and Christian decision, now enshrined in law, to disallow the right of women to make their own decisions with regard to their own bodies. The abortion desert is spreading across all Republican states. I think it is maybe possible that ‘a’ Creator exists but until this can be PROVED and peer tested by constant review that a supposedly all forgiving and mercifully compassionate master of all that is, actually has something as mundane as an opinion on how many ‘mewling cabbages’ (copyright Bill Hicks) are born, then the dumbass supreme court and the fake ‘Christians’ should shut their dammed mouths. You can quote the Bible until you are red in the face (and a lot of you insecure sadists do) but this has no meaning other than in your own reality, go twist in your own insanity and mind your own business.

As for possible future president, Mike Pompous has recently said that that no extenuating circumstances be allowed for an abortion, including impregnation by rape or incest, both of which are very popular in Republican states. ‘Every one of these is a child’. Yes, junior, yor daddy is a rapist but he’s a gud Christian man. My brother is the father of my child…lovely. Great to know Pompeo has vowed to fight on against anything which seems ungodly ‘until the Rapture’. (That would be the end of the world, when all believers will be lifted together into the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.) These creeps are actually looking forward to the Apocalypse because it means they get to meet the invisible sky wizard. Raise thy children to be Pagans and honour the mystic.

‘Nationwide abortion ban means you must wait until your child is at least seven years old before they can be terminated in a school massacre by a disaffected 18-year-old loner legally carrying three semi-automatic weapons’. Private Eye.

The Justice said he believes ‘the constitution means something and that meaning does not change’. Aha, so the part of about ‘a wall of separation between church and state’ is open to the opposite interpretation. Love it when right wingers start looking upon the Founding Fathers as libertarian Socialists and change the basic tenets to fit their nonsense. ‘Congress shall make NO laws’…but it is fine when judges appointed by their side can do it. There is always a get out of jail free clause for the corrupt of heart.

Top secret intelligence documents in Florida…Trump of COURSE using the ever gullible Christians and Q Onan to spread the word about the utterly unfair raid on his mansion by the Eff Bee Eye. If you want to convince folk about a conspiracy, always get those who already believe in conspiracies on side first. Then let them spread the cancer. I continue to sense via very remote viewing, that Q was either set upby troll farms in the East to sow discord, or by some wannabe pranksters who might very well be regretting their test to see just how much utter garbage the American masses will swallow. The devil runs a slave ring of porno kids through a pizza shop and the elite clientele all worship the horned one. Sure he does, sure they do. It is horrific what bollocks morons are willing and anxious to believe. Affirm their most paranoid ideas and swear to protect them and the bleating ones will just trot along meekly to the stained and stinking slaughterhouse.

Headline; ‘Russia and China ‘exploit technology for own ends’. Really? Did not know that. A digital silk road indeed. And the West would never dream of doing that eh? If China wants to rule the world, it had damn well better put the reins on their wayward brat Putin or they will lose millions of above ground customers soon. Another recent headline ‘China undermining internet as a force for good, warns spy chief’. Hmm. Fill in the blanks with your own ideas.

Watch out for Blake Lemoine and those like him, AI is a dangerous pretend friend to have, even more so than traditional ideas of God and the actions of believers.  Handing over power to a sentient machine just because it can imitate empathy to any sucker is a grim future mistake.

Foreigners in Israel who fall in love with a Palestinian must inform the military authority within 90 days or be expelled. Yes really. Should they also have to wear a big yellow ‘P’ on their clothes? Enough already…

‘The universe consists essentially of information/implicate order. Out of this enfolded (archetypal) information, temporary ‘realities’ unfold spatiotemporally, but which ‘realities’ we encounter/perceive, depends on our state of consciousness. Normal consciousness, or the Black Iron Prison, consists of a type of delusion in which one conditioned ‘reality’-tunnel appears to us as the only possible ‘reality’. The terror of seeming insanity or the confrontation with Death jar us out of that one ‘reality’-tunnel and opens us to multiple universes. Or we can make the quantum leap escape the Black Iron Prison- simply by contemplating the right kind of deeply meaningful nonsense long enough. RAW/PKD

I remembered the first planet. Happy Halloween if we get there…gather the correspondences from 777 and perform a ritual or 23. Blessed be the witches and magicians. Sensual epiphanies needed…Do something or Be Nothing. Love more.

[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

[lokiskitten]

Loki Laufeyson | a little miracle

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : After getting banned from Asgard, Loki found shelter in your home. You two easily grew closer as time passed, engaging in a long term relationship without you ever being able to carry his child due to the none-matching genetics. During Christmas Eve, you and the demigod stumble upon an abandoned baby on the steps of your porch.

warnings : mention of nudity and child abandon.

The 24th of December marked a rather cold and ruthless evening. The sun had set low hours ago, which allowed you and your long term love interest to spend a delightful night whilst having dinner nowhere far from the soothing sound and warmth which erupted from the working chimney. Even if he often criticized midgardian food, Loki had made an effort to worship your roasted chicken which in fact resembled what he used to eat every day whenever he still was allowed on the lands of Asgard. The man would often tell you about the nice adventures he had had the pleasure to experience, whilst also verbally exploring the many beauties that carried his homeland.

Of course, you never seemed to get tired of hearing his stories. His arrival in your life had offered you well needed company, especially as you lived far from the city; in a little country house within a low populated village. Besides, he was also the most interesting and intelligent man you ever got to meet. No matter how many bad actions you knew he had committed, your heart still managed to hold a special place for Loki within your chest. Often, you would reassure his anxiety by claiming that everyone deserves another chance. Long story short : you felt overly grateful that he was now here to keep you safe and sound.

After dinner, the two of you had moved to the couch before the chimney, easily getting rid of your clothes and engaging in a never ending cuddle- the type of snuggles that you liked the best : skin to skin. Feeling his warmth against yours made the fire from the chimney appear irrelevant, and the sweet caresses he offered your sensitive body felt better than any silk sheets anyone could ever dream to possess. These kind of moments were never about sex, but always about sharing a special and dedicated contact with the man you had fallen in love with. Surely the two of you often allowed yourselves to spend some sexually pleasurable time together, but those kind of cuddles overcame any of these private intercourses.

His lips collided against yours in a smooth manner, both of your respective eyelids remaining closed as his naked body rested between your legs. You never grew tired of those motions, your organism constantly begging for more and reacting to any touch coming from your partner. His hips rocked against yours just so slightly, the dry humping being part of the overall loving mannerisms. And right now, it was enough to satisfy you. However, an unwelcome detail managed to flash itself back into your mind, pulling you out of the romantic moment you were attempting to spend with Loki. Opening your eyes, you allowed your palms to rest against his shoulders in order to stop him through his motions.

“I forgot to turn off the candle on the porch..” you murmured, earning a tired groan coming from the large man. “I won’t be long.” You affirmed after you had laid a loving kiss on his cheek, watching as the demigod sat up in order to allow you to shift off the couch. Your hand reached out for your sweater and panties, putting both of those pieces of clothing back on before lazily making your way until the front door. Scratching the back of your neck, you finally pushed open the door of your house before taking a step forward in order to be able to put your hand on the candle. However, your foot stumbled upon a foreign mass, easily leading you to step back out of surprise as unhappy cries began to escape the layers of dirty drapes.

Your hand landed against your chest, orbs starring down at the scary sight that you wish wasn’t what you thought it was. However, it undeniably was and remained an abandoned baby resting on your porch. Your first reflex was to seek for any silhouette lurking within the darkness of the snowy night, eyes squinting as you attempted to distinguish the potential parents of this child. “Hello?!” Fear echoed in your voice, though you soon gave up on trying to figure out who had left this child here as you couldn’t tell for how long this poor baby had been laying on your doorstep- which allowed you to jump to the conclusion that those gruesome individuals were probably gone and far by now.

You looked back down at the newborn who now only allowed a few tired whimpers to escape their lips, body crouching down so that your hands would be able to remove the layer of sheet which covered their face. Upon being revealed to the light, a new whine echoed throughout your ears, your empathetic self feeling sorrow invade your organism. You picked up the baby with a lot of care, face still diverted towards their grimacing one right before Loki finally made an apparition behind your silhouette. “What’s taking your so long-“ he began to ask, the smile on his face fading away as soon as you turned around and revealed the child to his bare eyes.

“Where did you find this?” He asked on a tensed tone, visibly not appearing too happy about seeing you carry a foreign toddler. “I found it on our porch. Someone must’ve left him there...” you admitted on a sorrowful tone, looking down at the little piece of sunshine who clearly didn’t deserve to be in the situation they were in. Your empathetic self couldn’t even believe that people still did those kind of things nowadays. It disgusted you to even think of it. “Put it back.” Loki demanded, earning a confused yet absolutely irritated stare coming from you. “Are you mental? I told you I found it right here. Who am I supposed to return this child to?” You answered sadly, feeling more than shocked by your partner’s inappropriate and rude behavior.

Loki looked down at the baby’s face, earning a few gasps from the newborn who kept their eyes closed. No form of care nor empathy seemed to show on the grown man’s face- which once again was a detail that left you speechless. “We can’t leave it there. Poor thing would freeze to death.” You affirmed whilst gently rocking the baby in order to make sure it would stay calm and sleepy. Loki remained silent for a couple of seconds, his mind probably trying to find a good response to your previous statement. “What if.. what if we kept it?” You suddenly offered, looking up at your lover who simply scoffed as a response. “Keep it? This isn’t a fairytail. You can’t just keep a child like this.” Loki answered harshly. Currently, if both of your arms haven’t been required to carry the toddler, the demigod would’ve probably earned a slap across his face.

“You’ll bring him to the authorities tomorrow. Now let’s get inside.” Loki ordered, turning back around as he began to take a few steps forward in order to join the warmth of the house. However, you stopped in front of the doorstep. “Why are you acting like this? This isn’t like you.” You accused sadly, your arms still patiently rocking the child. The truth was, this situation simply reminded Loki of his own past- how Odin had found him abandoned on a rock on Jotunheim. He had suffered due to his new environment mixing up with who he truly was, and didn’t wish to put anyone through the same bother he once had to go through. “Everyone deserves a chance.” You suddenly affirmed, causing the demigod to stop through his track. This statement struck him right through his heart.

Your eyes anxiously stared at his back, waiting for an answer coming from your partner who had decided to behave so harshly. Loki finally ended up turning around, green eyes making contact with yours as he slowly began to make his way back to you. Face to his silence, your anxious self couldn’t help but add a few decisive words. “It’s the child we’ve always wanted. It’s a.. miracle.” You affirmed sadly, feeling tears fill up your orbs at the thought of finally being able to look after a child of your own. Of course, Loki knew how much this topic meant to you, and that even if he had never planned to have children of his own before stumbling upon you and your desires. But in that child, he couldn’t help but see himself.

Patiently, the demigod accepted to take a new look down at the baby who now had their eyes open, a gentle whimper escaping their lips upon making eye contact with the adult male. Loki took the initiative to take the toddler out of your arms, carrying it in his own limbs without ever speaking a word as he made his way towards the chimney. The demigod had began to gently rock the toddler, looking down at them and allowing the baby to toy with his long strands of black locks whilst he patiently sang to them in that beautiful Asgardian language of his. He kept a low tone, making sure not to scare the baby without ever breaking the eye contact he had engaged with the toddler.

Leaning against the entrance of the living room, you finally allowed yourself to smile out of relief face to this soothing sight. This was everything you’ve ever wanted : seeing Loki carry a child, and that even if it wasn’t necessarily yours. No matter where this baby came from, this house would now become his home.

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