#prove me right for giving you a good faith answer!!!

[whiskeyswifty]

How is acting sexy an accomplishment in any way?

gonna give you ONE chance (that i'll probably regret) and assume this was genuine curiosity in good faith and answer this. gonna guess you're referring to that post i reblogged about her feeling like she wasn't sexy at all in her mid twenties and incapable of being sexy publicly compared to now, where she's got a whole seductive dance routine and several performances where she vamps in a seductive way and spends 25% of the show p*ssy facing the world.

she isn't "acting" sexy, she FEELS sexy and she's conveying those feelings and it shows through the performance. it's exemplary of how her self esteem has grown and her relationship to her own body has developed into a more healthy one. in her mid twenties, the idea of being sexy was just an act to her because she didn't feel like she was sexy. What she meant is that she had a negative relationship with her body, viewed it as undesirable to others and lacked confidence in that area. not that she thought she couldn't shake her hips cuz obviously most people can be instructed to simply move their body around in a dance routine. what fans are pointing out, and that post is highlighting, is that her vigilante shit routine oozes the kind of sex appeal that only comes from someone who finds their own body very attractive, which is a healthy way to think about oneself. and for her to feel comfortable doing that routine and selling it so well is indicative of strong self confidence, which in and of itself, is the sexiest thing on earth. the root of all of that confidence and sexiness is to go from sourcing your self confidence from how other people view you, and whether or not other people desire you, to sourcing your self confidence from yourself and yourself alone. she thinks of her body as sexy and desirable no matter how it compares to others or what others think. that's the path for everyone towards having a healthy relationship with your body. and what she and others discover at this stage is the irony that sexiness and desirability has nothing to do with your body at all. instead it all comes down to your confidence, which is intertwined with how you yourself feel about your own body. a vicious feedback loop that's hard to break when you're in the low self esteem -> low desirability -> low self esteem etc etc cycle. to see her on the other side of it, it's inspiring to people who feel how she did in her twenties and have not yet reached that place in their life. it's also relatable and reaffirming to people who have gone on this same journey and are in the same place she is, and feel warmth and pride for her in overcoming something we know to be devastatingly damaging.

tldr: it shows how confident she is because of how much she loves herself and her own body and that makes swifties who watched her struggle with an ED and confidence issues very emo because of how proud we are.

i want to make clear that there is nothing wrong with a woman wanting to feel desirable. everyone wants to feel wanted in some form or another, and it's nothing to be ashamed of or look down upon.also it's crucial to your own mental health and wellbeing that you don't suppress this desire to be wanted because you think it makes you pathetic. having outward confidence in yourself in that way is the ultimate sign of a healthy relationship to your own body, and i hope everyone gets to feel that. also it's important to tread carefully when trying to put a woman down for being sexy as you get very close to the misogynistic ideology that women are only wives or whores, and that's not a good look to say the least. i'm going to give you a pass and assume you didn't mean any of this and the tone of your ask was unintentional, but i'll make that clear regardless.

[plutoswritingplanet]

Mortal Kombat 1 Intro Dialogues

a/n: some slightly flirty dialogues for suggested characters from Mortal Kombat 1 (and 11), reader is a blood mage, adjacent to "Unpunishable"

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Obscure References, Poor Attempts at Comedy

Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung: Liu Kang is squandering your potential.

Reader: I trust his judgement completely.

Shang Tsung: You were made for so much more.

...

Reader: You want me to make a deal with the Devil.

Shang Tsung: All I ask in return, is your soul.

Reader: It's too high a price!

...

Shang Tsung: I lay before you my eternal heart...

Reader: There is no love with you, only ownership.

Shang Tsung: I dearly love all of my possessions.

...

Reader: I must believe there's good even in the darkest corners of the world

Shang Tsung: Finding it in me might turn out to be a futile fight

Reader: I don't give up easily, Shang Tsung

...

Shang Tsung: Have you ever thought to say "stop"? "If you love me, you would stop?"

Reader: Not in a thousand years.

Shang Tsung: I see now, why we're destined for each other

...

Reader: The things you've been doing in your laboratories are vile

Shang Tsung: I've used the same magic, as the one coursing through your veins

Reader: Liar!

Liu Kang

Liu Kang: Empress Sindel has approved your application to study Outworld's medicine.

Reader: I'm honored by her trust.

Liu Kang: You'll do a splendid job as Earthrealm's ambassador.

...

Reader: I fear the pull of darkness overpowering me.

Liu Kang: I will guide you, until your mind is at peace.

Reader: What if it never ends?

...

Liu Kang: In the previous timeline, you were my close friend and adversary.

Reader: And in this timeline?

Liu Kang: I'm inclined to say the same.

...

Reader: Doesn't it get lonely, being a God?

Liu Kang: I'm devoted to protecting Earthrealm and its people.

Reader: You didn't answer my question.

...

Liu Kang: Beware Shang Tsung's honeyed words.

Reader: You've said we were destined for each other in all timelines.

Liu Kang: And your union always leads to your suffering.

...

Reader: You knew I'd reject Shang Tsung's offer? Fight him every step of the way?

Liu Kang: I had faith, you would make the right choice

Reader: Honestly, do you have music playing in your head when you say garbage like that

Johnny Cage

Johnny: Let me just say, there's no other place I would rather be, than right here with you right now.

Reader: I can change that very easily.

Johnny: Why so serious, sweet cheeks?

...

Reader: No, Johnny, I won't be playing in any of your movies, ever.

Johnny: Can I ask why?

Reader: Why I don't want the job that makes your brain explode?

...

Johnny: You might wanna reconsider your rendezvous with the Sorcerer.

Reader: Which one?

Johnny: Oh, you are a bad woman.

...

Reader: Don't be such a baby, it's just a scrap.

Johnny: And I need a hot nurse to patch it up.

Reader: Why do I even… You're impossible.

...

Johnny: You have experience with emotionally fragile men, right?

Reader: You're self-aware today.

Johnny: I was talking about Kung Lao...

...

Reader: Okay, Ninja Priest was actually kinda good.

Johnny: YES! I knew you had a thing for the clergy.

Reader: That's not what I... You're such an ass!

Kung Lao

Reader: Do you think Liu Kang has destined us to become friends?

Kung Lao: Obviously, I'd never choose this for myself.

Reader: He could've made you less of twat...

...

Kung Lao: It's way too dangerous for you to travel Outworld alone.

Reader: I don't need a babysitter, Kung Lao.

Kung Lao: Prove it, then.

...

Reader: If you buy me dinner at Madame Bo's, I'll heal your arm.

Kung Lao: I see your time with Shang Tsung is rubbing off on you.

Reader: See, now I gotta hurt ya.

...

Kung Lao: How does it feel, being in the center of the Snake's attention.

Reader: Fuck you man, I didn't ask for this.

Kung Lao: Not good then.

...

Reader: Come on, I paid for dinner last time.

Kung Lao: I'll be happy to pay... Once you beat me.

Reader: You can be an ass sometimes, you know that?

...

Kung Lao: You know I only meant it as a joke, right?

Reader: Let me show you just how funny I think you are

Kung Lao: Bring it on, Nurse.

Bi-Han

Reader: You betrayed everything your clan stood for.

Bi-Han: You have no moral high-ground here, Healer.

Reader: I don't need it.

...

Bi-Han: Join the Lin Kuei, and unleash your true power.

Reader: Not while they're under your command, traitor.

Bi-Han: Your pride will be your downfall.

...

Reader: I can feel your blood run cold through your body...

Bi-Han: It will boil while I destroy you.

Reader: You'll freeze to death, then.

...

Bi-Han: Your aversion to power is your greatest flaw.

Reader: Should I follow your lead, then, and betray all I love for a promise of greatness?

Bi-Han: Is it wrong to want more?

...

Reader: Maybe I can beat some sense into you…

Bi-Han: I will crush you, little girl.

Reader: Great, a quip about my height, so original.

...

Bi-Han: We meet again, Blood Mage.

Reader: I knew you couldn't stay away, Bi-Han.

Bi-Han: Let's see if your training has progressed.

Erron Black

(am i the only one devastated he wasn't included in mk1?)

Erron: What's a pretty lookin' thing like you doin' in a place like this?

Reader: Holy shit, you even talk like a cowboy!

Erron: …Nevermind.

...

Reader: If I win, I get to wear the hat.

Erron: You'd look mighty fine in it, I'd wager.

Reader: Don't you pull your punches on me now, Black.

...

Erron: There's quite the price on your head, sweetheart.

Reader: And you'll do everything to collect it, right?

Erron: I could be persuaded against it, with the right motivation...

...

Reader: Do you flirt with all your targets?

Erron: Only pretty little ones, like you, girlie.

Reader: Well then, let's dance, Cowboy.

...

Erron: I wouldn't mind giving you a ride around town, little lady.

Reader: I'd rather beat you where you stand.

Erron: Be still, my beating heart.

...

Reader: I know who sent you.

Erron: Someone who's eager to get their hands back on you.

Reader: You can both keep them to yourself.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Nancy gets back with Jonathan not too long after. He barges in and makes a beeline straight for Steve. “You know where Will is?”

Steve nods. “There’s a lot to explain.”

“Then you’d better start soon.”

Robin, his savior, steps in. “C’mon, Jonny-boy, let’s go for a walk.” She leads him outside, and Steve can hear her start. “What do you know about time travel?”

He smiles and looks around. He can hear Eddie upstairs, practicing the song. The boys are occupied with planning, Nancy’s looking over Mike’s shoulder, and El’s watching him with big brown eyes. He focuses on her and lets his smile grow. “Wanna help me make dinner?”

Her eyes widen a little, but she nods. “What are we making?”

“Probably sandwiches,” he shrugs. “I’m not sure what else I have. Can you find the bread in the pantry? And there’s butter knives in that drawer over there, we’ll need two.” He winks. “One for you, and one for me.”

She does so, and he pulls out the condiments and lunch meats, as well as the jelly. “And the peanut butter, if you can find it,” he calls from where his head’s stuck in the fridge. He looks around for anything else he might need and grabs the pickles before closing the door.

“Y’know the best part about making dinner?” He asks her, impish grin growing on his face. She hums inquisitively. “We get to make ours first and eat while we make the rest.”

She giggles and accepts the high five he holds out.

They get to work assembling sandwiches. She pauses, mayonnaise slathered halfway onto a piece of bread. “Steve?” He hums. “I’m scared.”

He sighs and puts down his knife. “I am too, El. Terrified, if you can believe it. But I have faith in us. I know we can do it.” He wipes his hands off and rounds the counter, taking her hands in his. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever met in my life. Even stronger than Vecna. And this time he won’t know we’re coming. We’ll have the element of surprise on our side, and we will defeat him. We’ll find Will and Barb, and after this we’ll never have to worry about it again.” He strokes a hand over her head and sighs. “There’s something else, too. I know where Papa is.”

She pulls back, eyes wide, posture stiff. “Whoa, hey, it’s okay,” he soothes. “I’m not going to take you back there. Ever. Okay?”

She nods hesitantly, but allows him to pull her closer again. “I was going to ask if you want us to take care of him,” he murmurs. “Lock him inside and set the building on fire, or something.”

She shakes her head. “He loves me!”

“Oh, El,” Steve whispers. “I thought the same thing of my parents for a long time. No matter how mad they got, how much they yelled, how much they hurt me… they said it, so it must be true, right? They must love me. I must be the problem.” He shakes his head. “That’s not love. You fear him, El, and for good reason. He made you into what you are, but you never asked for this, and it’s okay to be angry about it.” She looks up at him with wide eyes, and he sighs. “I’ll give you some time to think about it,” he murmurs. “If the answer is still no, that’s okay. But if you change your mind, that’s okay, too.”

She nods, steps out of the hug. He lets her go, feeling like he’s almost knocked a vase off a table. His heart’s still thumping oddly, eyes wide, scared to make the wrong move.

But then she looks up at him and offers him a small smile. “Thank you,” she says. “I know the way you treat me is different from how Papa treats me. I do not know yet if they are simply different forms of love or if you are right. I think you are, but…”

“You need to see for yourself,” Steve nods. Moves the metaphorical vase back from the edge of the table. “Let me know if there’s any way I can help prove it.”

“I will,” she says, and picks up her butter knife again, spreading mustard onto a piece of bread. He goes back to his side and smiles at her.

“Steve?” She asks after a second. “When my hair grows back. What does it look like?”

He thinks for a second. “It’s fluffy,” he says. “Very soft and light. Like cotton candy.” He puts his head to one side. “Floofy,” he decides, and grins.

She giggles. “Like you!”

He opens his mouth to tell her no, she’s wrong, except… he can’t. “Yours is even more beautiful,” he tells her. “And kids in school nicknamed me ‘the Hair’. That’s how famous this was.” He tilts his head her direction, and a lock of hair falls in his face. He splutters and shakes his head, grinning when she laughs again.

“I am very glad you came back, Steve,” she says suddenly, seriously, a little at odds with the smile still quirking her lips up.

His heart breaks and mends all in the same second. It feels like absolution. “Me too,” he says, and means it.

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[doberbutts]

Feminist theory is not the same as feminist activism, which is what I specificied in my ask, intentionally. There is feminist theory about men's issues (yes Bell Hooks is by far the most famous theorist in this space), and that is good, but it is not the same as activism to improve men's conditions in the here and now. I wanted to give a different perspective, and have a discussion about something that I feel is a problem that has lead to and continues to lead to a lack of progress for men. I mean, the other ask you got saying thst feminism persistently centers men just by talking about our issues, that proves my point. That is an incredibly common view. Not even working towards solving men's problems, just talking about them occasionally is considered too much. There is an obvious solution to that, which I said previously. Regardless, I am and will continue to believe in the cause of fighting to improve things for both women and men, because we all deserve better. Anyway, I won't bother you anymore, but I hope you know this was written in good faith about something that is important to me.

Theory informs activism, so if you want to see feminist activism that does what I'm talking about, find the feminists talking about what I'm talking about.

Respectfully, despite referencing the other ask, you seem to have not read it if your stance is still "what has feminist activism done for men", because I gave pretty direct examples there.

But you're right. That sort of feminism is harder to find especially nowadays. A lot of people's feminism regards men as "ewwww boys are icky" and "men are 100% solely responsible for all of women's problems". Which was the entire point of my post that started this conversation. It's also compounded by the fact that a lot of times this doesn't look as big and loud as rallies and marches, and so it gets ignored. In reality, the feminist activism that follows the theory I'm describing looks like parents teaching their sons that gentleness and femininity is not bad. Dads who wear nail polish and tutus to support their sons' interests. Boys being encouraged to watch and read the "girl books" and "girl movies". Dads who do not abandon their sons' need for physical affection as they age out of fear of homosexuality.

It looks like restructuring the ways we look at sexual assault and rape so it doesn't automatically exclude the most common way men are attacked. It looks like teaching young men that they do not need to take abuse from a romantic partner or family member on the chin just to be a man. It looks like teaching men that "masculinity" does not need to be defined by stoicism and that the concept of "manning up" is harmful. It looks like teaching boys that there are ways to communicate affection that aren't violent or sexual in nature. It looks like teaching teenagers that playful ribbing is one thing, but tearing your friends down all the time so you can be the biggest man on the block is toxic behavior, and only leads to more isolation because all your friends learn to be mean to each other.

It teaches young men that pleasuring your partner involves more than just a penis, and sometimes doesn't even require a penis at all. It teaches them that their worth is far less in the length of their shaft or the hardness of their muscles or the number on the scale, but far more how they treat others. It teaches them that height and beard length and shoe size and how much alcohol they can consume or their favorite sport team aren't indicators of "manhood", because they are men regardless of the answers to any of those things. It teaches them they can be any type of man they want to be, they don't have to be what the patriarchy tells them are their only options.

And I know this, because I have watched plenty of my butch friends who are devout feminists and have been their entire lives teaching these things to their sons. This is established feminist theory that has existed for a long time. Many followers of this theory do in fact practice what they preach.

Genuinely, I don't really care what you call it. If you want to call it "man's liberation", go for it, I don't care. But to me, this is just feminism. I'm not going to call it men's lib because the feminism I was taught by the women in my life covered these things. Same as how I don't use the word "transandrophobia" because the trans theory I was taught by the trans women in my life told me "transmisogyny" covered these things.

Anyway. I urge you to go read some black feminist theory and then spend some time talking to practitioners of said theory. It might just surprise you how similar the conversation is. It might surprise you to see how their kids and families interact. I'm not saying all black people, because not every black person who is a feminist is specifically a *black feminist*, but when you find someone who fits this description you will know.

[rpmemes-galore]

Talking Heads : Once in a Lifetime album ... sentence starters

"It's not love."

"Take that love away."

"Don't you worry 'bout me."

"It's not yesterday anymore."

"Do people really fall in love?"

"I wish you wouldn't say that."

"Pay attention, pay attention!"

"I hear it, but I pay it no mind."

"I wish I could meet everyone."

"You can't see it 'til it's finished."

"Take it easy, baby, take it easy."

"Pretty soon now, I will be bitter."

"I wanna talk as much as I want."

"I think you take it a little too far."

"What does it take to fall in love?"

"If it takes forever, that's all right."

"It's gonna make life easy for me."

"I believe that we don't need love."

"I thought I made it clear enough."

"I haven't seen the worst of it, yet."

"I'm a big man in a great big town."

"We're being taken for a ride again."

"I've told lies without hint of regret."

"I see my name go down in history."

"Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire."

"I'm gonna give the problem to you."

"I can't seem to face up to the facts."

"I don't know why I love her like I do."

"You can look, tell me what you see."

"Wait, wait for the moment to come."

"Say something to change my mind."

"Decide, decide, make up your mind."

"But first, show me what you can do."

"I don't know why you treat me so bad."

"Goes to show what a little faith can do."

"I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax."

"I don't have to prove that I am creative."

"There's really no hurry, I'll eat in a while."

"It happened before, it will happen again."

"It's not so cool to have so many problems."

"Take me to the river, drop me in the water."

"It's saying something and it's not very nice."

"I'm a know-it-all, I'm smartest man around."

"They work so hard and they try to be strong."

"Is there a time for this? Is this responsibility?"

"I feel so strong now, 'cause you pulled me up."

"When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed."

"If you were really smart, you'd know what to do."

"You start a conversation, you can't even finish it."

"It takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense."

"I've met the people that you read about in books."

"You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything."

"Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good."

"You walk, you talk, you still function like you used to."

"Take it easy, baby, don't let your feelings get in the way."

"I've heard all I want to and I don't want to hear any more."

"I can answer your questions if you won't twist what I say."

"I'm embarrassed to admit it hit the soft spot in my heart."

"Why am I going out of my head, whenever you're around?"

"They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time."

"If your work isn't what you love, then something isn't right."

"With a little practice, you can walk, you can talk just like me."

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hey hope you're having a good day i like ur ariting a lot. Can I have prompt 62 "I want to protect you" with mordred and quetzacotl please. Thanks

Me, upon getting this ask: *HAPPY INTERNAL SCREAMING*

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Love Prompt #62- I want to protect you

Mordred Pendragon

Mordred Pendragon was an enigma to you.

She was simultaneously honorable and dishonorable.

Collected and crazed.

Calm and raging.

And currently, she was hanging around you like a bodyguard, mean mugging anyone who got too close and quite literally mugging anyone who got closer than that.

It was a rather strange experience how standoffish she had been as of late.

Maybe someone talked to her?

Unlikely, Mordred is too headstrong for that.

Whatever was going on, it felt nice in its own strange way.

Also, where in the world was Mordred leading you?

You quickly eyed your surroundings.

The forest? What are we doing here?

A moment later the two of you entered a clearing and the moment the two of you reached the center Mordred stopped dead in her tracks and turned to you, a shade of red on her face almost as deep as the red on Clarent.

Speaking of Clarent, said sword was brought forth by Mordred in a burst of red lightning and impaled into the ground as Mordred fell to her knee and began to speak.

“I, Mordred Pendragon, former knight of the round, entrust my sword, my honor, and my life to you. I may be a third-rate knight, but are you fine with that?” Mordred asked.

Wait.

Wait a minute.

Had Mordred…

Just asked to be your knight?

You decided to speak, to give your answer in the most fitting way you could given the situation.

“Of course I accept you as my Knight, you are the only person to whom I would entrust that position.”

Mordred looked up at you in shock before smiling.

A moment later, you were on the ground with a manically laughing Mordred next to you while being embraced in a hug.

“I’ll be sure to do my best to prove the faith you placed in me here is not wasted, besides, what a knight does and what I want to do are completely in sync right now!” Mordred exclaimed in joy, not realizing her slip up..

“Oh? And what’s that?” you asked, a smirk on your face.

“I want to protect you! That’s what a knight does! And that’s what I want to do!” Mordred once more happily cried out.

Quetzalcoatl

Quetz joyfully hummed as she walked beside you, a happy smile on her face.

Actually, she never seemed to not be with you actually.

You weren’t complaining, but you did have to admit that there were probably a thousand better things she could be doing than wasting her time with you as you did the rounds around the house, doing chores and the like.

Still, it was nice to have her here.

Wait, when did you let Quetz start living here?

Again, you weren’t complaining, you were just wondering why it took you so long to ask yourself this.

Heh, maybe Quetz was like a security blanket for you, something that you wanted to keep with you at all times.

Still, you were eternally glad to have her around, she always brightened the place up whenever she was around.

“Hey, Quetz?” you asked.

“Whatcha need?” Quetz asked, ready and willing to do anything you asked of her.

Especially if she finally got to help with chores for the first time after the last “Incident” that happened when she did the chores!

How was she supposed to know that humans made their furniture so fragile!

“Why do you always hang around me? I’m not complaining but i’m sure there are a lot of things you’d rather be doing right now.” You asked the literal goddess next to you.

Quetz tipped her head to the side and placed her finger to the side of her head as if in thought before speaking.

“Nope! I can’t think of a thing!” she happily exclaimed as she brought you close to her.

“C’mon Quetz, everyone has things they would rather be doing than what they are doing now!” You spoke into her, your voice muffled by her clothes.

“Sorry~! Not me, I’m already doing what I would rather be doing after all!” Quetz told you happily.

You managed to pull away from the embrace of Quetz long enough to look her in the eye.

“And what’s that?” you asked, curious.

“Well that should be simple! I want to protect you Mi Amor!”

[lyss-sketchbox]

(To start, I've been enjoying reading your and folks' various perspectives on Natlan, it's interesting to see different breakdowns/thoughts)

I do have a theory on the flippancy though, and I may very well be horribly wrong, but I suspect it's intentional. The whole nation is being taught, more or less, that this war they're fighting is a game. It's fine if you die, we'll bring you back. It's fine if you fight the Abyss, we do it all the time. And yet. We see that folks' Ancient Names can be lost and not recovered, that you can't fully recover from Abyssal corrosion, and that hey, actually, Kachina is a terrified kid when we see that projection of her. It may even be part of why the nation is struggling so much with creating their Contending Fire. I also think Mavuika plays into this narrative.

Primarily, I think (or maybe just hope) her overconfidence is going to be her hubris. Traveller expresses concern about the time she has to gather the warriors and she's non-plussed, "eh, I trust the Wyob". She's got A Plan and it's going to work, according to her. But I dunno about that ma'am. She also says weirdly definitive statements that I don't think are fully accurate like "humans can't know their fate" and "the only thing that unites the Fatui are collecting the gnoses" that lead me to believe she puts full stock in her conclusions as soon as she feels she has an answer and doesn't exactly question any further.

Honestly? It would be nice if they set up this whole thing of the nation being so casual and Traveler buying into it only to tear it, crashing down, around everyone. How long can the nation avoid taking things seriously before everything comes to a head? (Perhaps why Capitano isn't interested in brute-forcing things overall? Or maybe I'm giving him too much credit, lol)

What an interesting take, genuinely

So Mavuika

It would definitely play the part of being a pyro archon and how pyro vision holders are often extremely confident and high spirited. It would make sense if the pyro archon embodies that kind of value.

This also lines up with what the previous anon said about how she wanted to be reincarnated because its HER plan and she wanted to see it through even if it means offing herself early.

(I dont remember the ending dialogue was i did it all at like 4 am so yeah please fight me on my takes)

She also seems very quick to make MASSIVE decisions like using a good chunk of her power to keep the Contending Flame alive right then and there even with the concerns of some people. Then she was just as quick to burn all the mementos gathered for centuries when the group sent to find Kachina didnt make it.

I feel like maybe she couldve waited before keeping the Contending Flame alive. And while the Contending Flame IS more importang than a single girl, based on the time we spent in the Night Kingdom. It doesnt... feel all that long. She couldve waited. Use her power to save us. Rest for a while then fan the Contending Flame. Saving us from the Night Kingdom didnt feel like a permanent loss of power while keeping the Contending Flame alive does.

To be honest, she IS human, WAS human before archonhood. Shes been human TWICE now due to her reincarnation. I can understand humans wanting to prove to higher powers and beings such as fate that they CAN hold power over themselves. But being human, being NATLANIAN means she has worshipped to Wayob as well at some point. Hence putting her faith more into them and their ancient names.

The Plot of Natlan

I will admit here that i am biased and there is only 2 acts so far. For all i know theyre still setting up the chekovs guns and they may pop oh so beautifully in late acts and i am too harsh on the set up acts.

But i can understand if the people of natlan has been trained their entire life to numb themselves of the true horrors of war. Because they live constantly in it, if they are in constant fear, it is not good for morales or the ancient name holders either.

And if they were written to be so chill so that hoyoverse can pull the rug under us even harder then well good on them because i will be COMPLETELY honest.

I cannot see them pulling this without making it cliche or shallow.

Because we all already know SOMETHING is gonna go wrong. The abyss will reach natlan. The contending flame will die. The 6 heroes will reawaken and help Mavuika fight off the abyss for good. We know it will happen. The only issue is how to get there and how to not make it cliche as fuck.

Because for one they pulled the anime training montage for Kachina where we get told she is actually really good, she has been training so hard with Mualani but we literally dont get to see or feel it. But oop she defeated mualani.

They pulled the power of friendship when Mualani talked back to lector in the night kingdom.

They already spoiled how Ororon was the traitor because HE WAS STANDING NEXT TO CAPITANO IN THE TRAILER.

It feels way too messy for me, way too unserious and uncoordinated both in game and advertisement materials. I almost feel like capitano, 1st of the fatui harbinger, probably shouldnt have been responsible for natlan because dude can out espionage them (or maybe natlan and capitano are both as equally uncoordinated who knows).

Well for NOW i think they have a generic base plot. I would be very willing to declare how wrong i was about natlan if act 3-5 managed to fucking mindblow me. But yeah as you can see i am not hopeful that hyv have half the brain you have about the plot.

[mdhwrites]

Can you explain to me how the Titan enforces Christian Fundamentalism?

The Titan makes the only crime Belos committed be that he was a false prophet. Luz is beyond reproach though because she is a true prophet and a true believer. She is then sent to murder a men, blessed with holy power and strength in her convictions, by that God... And we are supposed to cheer.

This isn't even much of an exaggeration or dramatization. The Titan's answer to Luz's fears about justifying horrible acts in the name of protecting others is essentially this. That Belos' true crime wasn't in wanting to kill, oppress or lie. It's that he did it for selfish, self aggrandizing reasons. That if he'd simply been honest and earnest, he might feel a little bad for a mistake or two here or there, like the Titan is about the Collector, but he would have been entirely justified in his genocide. Just like they are beyond approach for wanting this man dead.

As the show says "He wants to be a hero and have the power," but then Luz comes in, trying to have a badass one liner for her return and even says "Darn it, I still can't think of what to say" which isn't even a reference to an earlier part of the show (I don't think at least). It implies Luz waited to come back when it would be the most dramatic and when she was most ready to look the part of the hero. She even references Azura, the FICTIONAL HERO, in her last speech and goes back to the catchphrase she wanted for a hero just nuking a bitch. She TOOOOTALLY doesn't care about being a hero though and because of that, she's all good to be doing all of this. That's what the Titan claimed at least.

Worse yet is that we only really have the Titan's word for glory and power being all Belos cared about. The fucker spent CENTURIES on the Isles. He deformed his body and probably doesn't believe he'll go to Heaven anymore with how much magic he had to internalize in order to pursue the goal of genocide. Even when alone, with no one to prove anything to, he still talks about saving souls and just needing to survive to do this. He's okay with dying afterwards because he DOESN'T care about the glory. Literally the only time he seems to give a shit about other people's approval and the status this might get him is the Witch Hunter General lines and you know what, I don't think it's entirely unfair for him to hope to get some recognition out of four hundred years of work, even if that work was pure evil. You could maybe say Philip's journal shows a hero complex but A: that still doesn't make his belief in protecting others a lie, just means that he has an ego about it, and B: is from hundreds of years ago and he literally abandoned the journal eventually. Abandoned his own heroic tale. By the finale... His intentions are pure. At bare minimum, that's how they are framed by the show itself with his desperation to do this, even at the cost of ending himself. So why does he deserve to die by the show's logic?

Well... He doesn't. He doesn't even deserve to be stopped because his faith is earnest. Except... It's not the right faith, is it? Belos doesn't believe in magic. Doesn't believe in the Titan. He is a blasphemer and false prophet. But now Luz has actually spoken with the Titan, been friends with his son and spread her ideals across the Isles, ideals which are strictly not the Isle's ways but that do theoretically make the basis of the Titan claiming she's a good witch (which is also referencing Azura potentially). The literal first person we meet on the Isles doesn't give a shit about things like lying, cheating, etc. and the early episodes give the impression that no one here does. That Belos doesn't force conformity on that matter even, making it so that these baseline morals that Luz disagrees with are earnest and honest. And yet, none of them are allowed to stay that way. They all enter her fold and listen to explicitly her morality. A morality that happens to line up with Christian morals and that the Titan seems to approve of.

And again, that's not interpretation. The finale actually straight up confirms this isn't the Isle's morality and REVELS in that fact. Belos begs for his life, saying they are not murderers, scoundrels and killers. That their culture demands better of them because they're human. Luz doesn't disagree... But she also doesn't do the act herself (unless you want to say she brought on the rain, but then you have her boiling a man to death which is just HORRIFYING.) Then, in a moment we're supposed to cheer for, Luz's closest connections with the Isles, and Raine tacked on, show up, proudly say they're not better than murderers, and stomp the fucker out. Not a quick mercy killing like a blast of magic or a magic scream might have done. Not the eviscerating explosion Luz had to do as a part of stopping him. No, instead, they brutally stomp out a defenseless, dying man before Raine literally says, "That was satisfying."

Our. Heroes.

And don't get me wrong: Belos needed to die. Thematically it's correct and narratively it's correct. The problem is how the show frames this final conflict. It literally asks if it's okay to kill him. What is a reasonable justification for murder. For even wanting another person to die. For a lot of kids, this might be the first time they hear ANY nuance on this topic. So what is the lesson imparted? Is it that sometimes force is necessary but we should only do it when we are certain that more lives will be lost otherwise and that there is no other option? That'd be a great way to show the Titan actually learned something from his mistake with the Collector. Is it that we can't show tolerance to the intolerant because they will only ever take and destroy? Refute an argument that modern racists use to allow hate speech and actions against others. Is it the simple fact that because Luz actually fears being monstrous, she won't end up the same way because that fear and hesitation will never let her commit the sort of genocide that Belos desires? Or heck, say they aren't racist without saying the word by going "We judge him for his actions and the cruelties he has committed, not by the cruelties of a people or the circumstances of their birth." All of which would be varying degrees of fine morality wise and are genuinely ways good people cope with having to commit horrific violence.

No. Instead, it's just that one did it while excusing it with lies while Luz will do it with pure faith in her heart. You... You do know that the VAST majority of Christians literally use this as a way to dismiss bad actors in the church itself? "He doesn't represent all Christians! He didn't actually hold the faith!" Do you think every brimstone and fire preacher is just a complete liar and not a SINGLE one of them genuinely believes what they preach? Because I'm sorry to break it to you but even as far back as the fucking Crusades, while sure the leaders were corrupt, secular men, most of the soldiers were genuinely god fearing people, terrified for their souls and seeking this as their only form of penance, especially as they saw it as protecting Christianity. It's one of the reasons they were able to do so much damage because the goal for the common soldier wasn't conquest or national pride. It was to murder the other culture who had taken sacred land. They believed earnestly... So were they justified in the massacres of civilians that they committed?

And this is without getting into how we have literally a Holy Trinity of the father (the Titan's corpse), the son (King, who is exceptionally self sacrificing eventually), and the holy ghost, in a very literal sense. Or how about the glyphs being called the Titan's Language and given to Luz to empower her? How invoking simply his words grants one exceptional power? The Hexside Squad in the finale use glyphs, half of them for the first time, to supplement their powers while dead exhausted and it doesn't seem to just be able to help them, it is still keeping them close to their normal power level and potentially energizing them with how not tired they appear to be while doing this. Almost like they're prayers, pulling on the power of a higher being.

But those elements don't matter. For the sake of the Titan supporting Christian Fundamentalism, all that matters is that he puts faith above what is morally correct. That you can excuse any action so long as you are genuine in the belief that you are doing it for the right reasons. Eda could be making this same argument and it would still be wrong and morally reprehensible.

It's literally "The ends justify the means," and how is that your final lesson, for your main character, in a KID'S SHOW? Let alone when that is EXACTLY the argument Belos, THE VILLAIN, has always made. Not just with wiping out witches but with petrification, lying to Lilith, manipulating Hunter, etc. etc. That it was all justified for his grand, 'good' ends.

I already stated arguments that could have been made, that wouldn't have taken much more time to do (if any), that would fix this so don't you DARE even consider bringing up the shortening with this. It is one scene that does the vast majority of this. Arguably, like five lines tops. Five lines that destroy the morality of your very show and any chance at saying Christian Fundamentalism is wrong.

All because its last message wasn't that prophets should be questioned. Only that there are prophets to listen to explicitly and that you should avoid false prophets... Somehow. Maybe just ask if they like anime I guess?

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This was first written before I saw the finale, then I tried to make minor adjustments because of the better absorption of events but ended up rewriting the whole thing because I wanted to better focus on just the hypocrisy and god awful morals than talking about if the Titan counted as God or god.

Also, just for those curious: I was raised on Christian morals and did go to church when I was VERY young. My faith nowadays is that I consider there to be comfort in there being a higher power but that I do not care what form they take, nor do I really like organized religion as while it brings comfort and community to many, it also is all too easy to corrupt with personal greed and anger. I've been told the closest label to this is agnostic.

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[sxcret-garden]

Intak ღ Blind Faith [M]

ღ P1Harmony Intak x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2.9k ღ genre: soft smut (soft dom!Intak, reader is blindfolded, fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: none

Desc.: In which you let your boyfriend help you overcome your fear of being blindfolded.

“Come on, try it just once.” Your boyfriend’s voice is soft, the way he looks up at you makes you feel that he cares, and still you’re frozen up suddenly.

“I-… I don’t think this is a good idea after all,” you stutter, barely getting out the words. Intak is holding up the piece of cloth in his one hand, the other rests on your bare thigh as he kneels in front of you. Concern lights up in his expression upon hearing you speak, but he doesn’t give up just yet.

“Just for a second. I’ll take it off again right away - I won’t even tie it!” he tries to convince you to go through with your earlier plan, but you feel unsure.

There’s this thing he brought up to you once - that he wanted to try playing around with different items when having sex, and though he immediately piqued your interest with the suggestion, you felt yourself backing out of the conversation as soon as he mentioned blindfolds. You’re not sure what it is about them, but somehow the thought of not being able to see scares you shitless, even if it’s just for a little while, and to “enhance your senses”, or whatever. It took you quite some time to admit that you were scared of this, because a part of you felt stupid about such a fear, and though he did let out a laugh in surprise upon first learning this truth, he tried his best to understand and eventually said that he wouldn’t bring it up anymore then. That’s until you got the grandiose idea of trying to use a blindfold anyway, because your fear might just prove as a stupid one that would go away - an idea you currently hate yourself for.

Remembering this conversation, you eventually sigh.

“Fine… maybe it’s not so bad… but really only for a second!” you say and you make him promise that he wouldn’t keep it on you for longer than that. The joy reflecting in his eyes makes you feel sorry for him. You know he’s trying hard to maybe take this fear away from you, and you hate the fact that you feel like you won’t be able to give him the success he’s hoping for. Taking a deep breath, you eventually signal for him to start with a nod. He moves slowly as he grips the long piece of cloth with both hands, and as he moves it closer to your face he speaks.

“I’ll do it now,” he announces just before the dark blue fabric covers your eyes. You inhale sharply, feeling a bit disoriented but for now it’s still bearable. He brings the ends to the back of your head, and as he holds still, he adds, “One second… okay.” As he takes it off again, he shoots you a questioning look. With the way your heartbeat seems quite normal still, you’re starting to think you can actually do this with just a little bit of support.

“Let’s… try again?” you suggest, and he doesn’t hesitate to put the blindfold on you one more time. This time you reach for his wrists as his hands draw closer, and once again he merely brings the ends of the cloth to the back of your head without tying them.

“Is that okay?” Intak asks, and you notice how just hearing his voice so close in front of your face without actually seeing him feels different. “Should I take it off again?”

“No…” you answer after a bit of consideration, still holding onto his wrists tightly. “Maybe… it’s okay if… I keep my hands on yours like this.” You can clearly hear him gasp - in pleasant surprise you guess - and you can’t but think how this enhancing one’s senses thing seems to actually work.

“Can I tie it?” he eventually asks, and you give him a nod. And so he does, carefully taking his hands away so his wrists won’t slip out of your grasp. “You okay?" 

"I think so.” You still feel nervous, but you decide to bear it for now.

“Give me your hands, baby,” you hear Intak mutter, and you loosen your grip on him so as to allow him to intertwine his fingers with yours. Then he carefully brings one of your hands up to his mouth, letting his lips brush against your knuckles. You let out a tiny whine in response, and he immediately stops scattering kisses on the back of your hand to ask if you’re okay.

“I’m fine,” you assure him. “Just… everything feels different when I can’t see,” you explain as you give him a smile. 

“Ahhh. In a good way?” he follows up with another question, and you feel his thumb rubbing a slow circle onto the skin of your hand.

“I’m… not sure yet to be honest,” you admit, and your boyfriend squeezes your hands in his for encouragement.

“Can I try something?" 

"Sure… if you don’t go away,” you say, and you feel him pressing another kiss to your hand. 

“I won’t.” Then he guides you to put your arms around his shoulders and he sits up, so he’s on eye level with you, who’s sitting at the edge of his bed. Putting his hands loosely onto your hips, you can feel his warm breath tickle the skin on your cheeks as he draws near, and you let out a deep breath before he brushes his lips against yours. 

“How does that feel?” he whispers, and it’s reassuring to know he’s this close to you.

“Good,” you simply answer. He doesn’t need more to kiss you properly, lips melting against yours in slow but precise movements. However, he breaks away too soon to ask again,

“Now?”

“Mhm.” Reconnecting your lips, you can soon feel his teeth grazing you upper lip as he begins to nibble on it, then interrupting the kiss once more to make sure you’re still feeling alright, before continuing to kiss you. Eventually his questions become fewer, and you’re starting to think that kissing like this isn’t much different from usual, since you keep your eyes closed anyway. Though it is but a fleeting thought, as your mind is filled with nothing but his sweet kisses growing more passionate over time. You moan into an open mouthed kiss, making sure to keep your arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, while his hands start roaming your body, soon tugging at the fabric of your shirt to signal that it’s in the way.

“Can I take it off?” he asks, mumbling against your mouth. You quickly nod, realizing too late that you will have to let go of him for that, and as soon as he sees a worried expression creeping onto your face he presses one last kiss to your lips and then adds, “I’ll be quick.” You decide to trust him, lifting your arms up and he swiftly pulls the piece of clothing off you, tossing it to the ground somewhere next to him, and only a moment later you can make out the touch of his hands on your waist, allowing you to relax. 

“I’m here, don’t worry,” he breathes, before attaching his lips to your jawbone, and you search for his shoulders to hold onto while you moan at the sensation.

“I think I’m okay if it’s with you,” you whisper unprompted, and you don’t miss the way it makes him smile against your skin. He lets his fingertips dance up your body, and eventually you repeat the process so he can take off your bra as well. Hands roaming your chest and stomach, even the tiniest touch feels more intense now that you can’t see, and slowly, your fear is replaced by growing pleasure. You understand that right at this moment, your trust in him is unconditional, and you’re about to reach the point where you can let go of any control and put yourself in his hands entirely.

You’re not sure if it’s this train of thought or the way he kisses a trail down your neck that makes you moan, but as you lean back your head to give him proper access to where he wants it, you reckon it’s probably both. Raking the fingers of one hand up his short hair, you tug at the strands when you feel teeth against your delicate skin, and you let out a whine as he starts to nibble, soon kissing the spot to soothe it and then moving on.

“And this?” he asks, his voice sounding deeper now than before, “Does this feel good?” You’re about to answer when he reaches your chest, his hand cupping one side and his lips wrapping around your nipple on the other. The sudden touch causes you to moan, and you answer eventually.

“Y-yeah…” Tugging at his hair again, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, making you whine, and you bite your lip instinctively. 

“I’ll make you feel even better,” he mumbles, before tending to your breasts properly. Getting worked up by the way you seem to be feeling everything more intensely with the blindfold on, you react to every little touch with a moan, shivers running down your spine one after the other whenever he touches you somewhere unexpectedly. Kissing his way back up over your sternum, he comes to a halt once his lips are hovering over yours, and when he suddenly presses a finger to your core, with only the thin fabric of your panties separating you, you let out a moan and throw your head back.

“You sound so pretty, babe,” he mutters, and next thing you know his lips are exploring your throat, one hand still kneading your breast and the other teasing your core. “Didn’t think you’d be this turned on already,” he adds, fingers sliding up and down between your folds with ease, as your dripping pussy clenches around nothing.

“Fuck…” you let out a curse through gritted teeth, and you dig your nails into the fabric of his shirt that’s covering his shoulders, as you spread your legs apart a little further. Giving him more to tease you about, he doesn’t let that chance slip away.

“So needy,” he comments, kissing the spot right below your ear. “You’re cute.” You whine in protest, but you’re not even sure what for, or why you would voice any kind of resistance now, that there is no trace of it left in your body. All you want his to feel him, and to have him all over you.

“Please…” you whine, and eventually his lips find yours to share another kiss with you. “Take them off already,” you whisper into the kiss, which he breaks a bit suddenly to do as you said. Now you don’t even have the time to think about letting go of him for a second so he can discard your last item of clothing and then his shirt as well, because as soon as he wraps his arms around you to steady you as he presses his body up against yours, your mind becomes a haze anyway. He kisses you, almost feverishly, and both your moans fill the room, mixing together like a melody. One of his hands finds its way back between your legs, and though it should’ve been expected you find yourself whining in surprise as he touches you where you need him the most. Heat rushes to your core as he teases you with slow movements, and you whine into his kisses until his lips travel to your neck again. When he finally slips a finger inside, you dig your nails into his shoulders, feeling his hot skin underneath them now and he groans at the slight pain. 

“How does that feel?” he asks, slowly pumping in and out of you, thumb pressed against your clit and all you can do is moan in response.

“Don’t stop,” you mewl as he pushes inside another digit. “I beg you, don’t stop.” Scattering sloppy kisses all over your neck and collarbones, he fingers you at just the right speed, and it doesn’t take long until you’re starting to see stars. “Fuck,” you curse. “Baby… baby, I’m gonna cum…!” Your high comes crashing down on you fast, and you feel tears of pleasure welling up behind the blindfold as you clench around his fingers. Fucking you through your high, he pulls out once you’re finished, and you let go of him to support yourself while lying down. You’re still breathing heavily as you hear him unzipping his pants, followed by rustling of clothes that informs you he must’ve taken them off, and as he calls your name to let you know he’s about to come closer, you feel his weight next to you on the mattress. Crawling on top of you eventually, he lowers himself to kiss you. His lips burn on your skin now, and he impatiently rolls his hips against yours, making you feel how much the situation is affecting him too.

“Should I take it off?” Intak asks in between kisses. “The blindfold.” You hesitate for a moment, hands finding his sides while he presses rough kisses to the side of your neck. “Or do you want me to fuck you like this?” He runs one hand up your body, and when reaching your throat he brushes his thumb along your pulse as if to put an emphasis on his words, like he wanted to convince you to say yes. However, you have already made up your mind anyway.

“Yes,” you whine, “please.” Everything seems to be happening more quickly after giving him the okay - maybe it’s because your perception is different when you can’t see, or maybe it’s because your boyfriend is running out of patience, but either way you find yourself enjoying it. He reaches for your hands to pin them against the bed above your head, only to then dive in for another open-mouthed kiss. As his lips travel towards your jaw, he runs his nails over your chest and stomach down as far as he can reach, and then finally he aligns himself with your entrance and he pushes inside without warning. You whimper from the stretch, and he stays in his position to allow for the momentary discomfort to pass.

“Babe,” he mutters. “Put your legs around my hips.” Without even thinking about it, you do as told, and once you have both legs snaked around him, he starts thrusting into you. He goes slow at first, but it doesn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, sweet moans falling from his lips as his grip on your wrists tightens. Pleasure sweeps over you once again as the deprivation of one sense allows you to feel his touches more intensely, and the way he keeps hitting that perfect spot inside you with every time he pushes back in makes your head spin. Eventually he lets go of your hands - though you keep them exactly where they are - in order to support himself above you while also having a free hand to tend to your still sensitive clit. You whine and squirm underneath him as his fingertip comes in contact with the bundle of nerves, and he only takes that as a sign to apply some more pressure.

“Intak…” you call out his name as you feel your next high building up in the pits of your stomach, and he answers with a strained moan.

“Y/N… I’m so close,” he groans. Your hands fly in the general direction of where you assume his shoulders to be, and eventually you find them to hold onto and to bring him in closer. “You feel so good…” His words resound in your ears as you cum for the second time, nails digging into his back as you drag them along his shoulders and to his arms, making him moan in response. His name falls from your lips again and as you’re coming down from your high, you feel his hips stutter, and with another groan he spills inside you. Collapsing on top of you almost immediately, you hug him tightly while you’re both catching your breath. While you begin to comb your fingers through his hair, he suddenly lifts himself up, gasping as if he had forgotten something.

“I’ll take it off…” he announces, sounding somewhat agitated, and you can’t help but giggle. Swiftly removing the blindfold from you, he gives you a prying look while your eyes need some time to adjust to the light in the room.

“I almost forgot about them,” you say with a smile on your face and Intak raises his eyebrows at your statement. You place your hands on his waist, slowly running your palms up his back to make him lay down again, resting his head atop your chest. “I think I’m okay if it’s with you,” you clarify. “I feel safe with you.” Your boyfriend looks at you, returning your smile, before pressing another kiss to your jaw, lips moving softly against your skin.

“I told you it’d be alright,” he says, bringing his hand up to your face to let his thumb caress your cheek. “I promised I’d take care of you, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, turning your head to place a kiss on his forehead. “You did.”

[punkshitposts]

genuine question, sorry if it's stupid or something

I'm all for ACAB truly, I mean that

but genuinely... if let's say someone I know goes missing or gets severely injured, what do I do instead of call the cops?

This ISN'T a stupid question at all actually this is a really common thing that comes up on both sides of the pro vs anti cop debate:

there's no good answer i can currently give you, and any answer i CAN give might not be accurate to where you live. AFAIK, in America, you can't call 911 and specifically request they don't send cops (I guess you can, but the operator doesn't have to abide by your request). In America, at least, our system just isn't set up to minimize cop interactions because cops ARE the center of the system. Telling you that you can absolutely in all circumstances get away with not interacting with cops would be irresponsible of me- you don't have to like it, I definitely don't, but until a better one is put in place we'll occasionally have to use the system to get what we want and need.

any potential 911 alternatives are generally situation specific and regional.

so, what can you do instead:

INJURY: assess. is this person already critical?

YES: you are likely going to have to bite the bullet to call 911, unless you live somewhere you can call the emergency direct to EMS.

NO: Can you move them? Can you or someone else transport them? Will they MAKE it to the hospital using these means of transportate? <- if all of these are YES, take them directly to the Emergency Room yourself and forgoe 911. If any are NO: you are likely going to need to call 911 and interact the cops that show up to save injured person.

MISSING PERSON: I don't think I can in good faith tell you that this would be a situation where you could avoid cops. It could both further any potential danger the missing individual is in, and i believe not filing a report could potentially get you yourself into trouble.

what you may be able to do instead: assess. Where SHOULD the person be? Is there any likely alternative places they could be at? can you or someone else check those places? What reason could they have to not be in the place they should be? Is this out-of-character? How long has it been since they were last seen? Do you believe they could be in danger?

Depending on the answers: First: Assuming that to classify someone as a "Missing Person", several people know their missing and not just you. if that's wrong... you should probably go tell other people. Second: I hate to say it. This is a bite-the-bullet and file a report. Third: Call applicable hotlines. Fourth: Organize search efforts. While official channels have now been used for all legal reasons, Do Not Rely On Them.

YOU ARE IN ACTIVE DANGER: Assess. Do you have the time or ability to call someone else to come help you?

YES: Make contact attempt with this person. With key words being "Active Danger", it is might probably be time to bite-the-bullet again after that. Self-Defense laws vary wildly regionally, even city-to-city, so know what yours are ahead of this. If you have to defend yourself and the offender is injured or killed, the 911 call will in most cases help you PROVE self defense.

NO: See above, minus first sentence. For clarity, I'm NOT using"Active Danger" as ye olde hostile interaction or generalized unsafe situations, but more on the lines of "active home invasion" or "person actively Trying to kill me dead right at this very second"

im not going to tell you that you should absolutely never call 911, that's incredibly irresponsible of me. im not going to tell you to let yourself or someone else die to avoid cops. in an ideal world, we would have a completely different system to use wherein "is it safer to call or to not call emergency services?" isn't a question anyone has to ask, but we don't live in that word right now. And, again and as always please feel free to add your own opinions, stances, takes, ect and to ask me to clarify things that don't make sense. This is an incredibly loaded topic that I make no claims to be an expert on, but I did answer you to the best of my current ability. I apologize for any and all clunky/awkward wordings and phrasings , and this post will probably get edited™ sometime in the future.

[ragingbookdragon]

She drummed her fingers against the teacup, watching as her brother disappeared into his bedroom, the door shutting behind him. Her heart sank for her dearest brother, and she drew her gaze to the disappointed stares of the dwarves at the table and she looked at Thorin. “I’m so sorry for Bilbo’s answer, Thorin. I was sure he would take a leap of faith at such a chance.”

Thorin merely sighed deeply. “It matters not, we will do without.” With a glance to the others, he said, “We will leave before dawn’s first light.” Turning back to her, he asked, “Might we settle in for the evening?”

“Oh, yes, of course!” she answered, hurrying to rise and show everyone to couches and chairs. She led Thorin to the guest room and showed him in. “The bed is here, extra blankets in the cupboard. Is there anything you need before I go to bed?”

“Nothing, thank you,” he replied curtly and turned his back on her, starting to unfasten his armor. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly averted her gaze, but stayed, feet shifting nervously in the carpet; Thorin looked over his shoulder with an expression of irritation. “Is there something you need, Miss Baggins? I would very much like to rest before starting my journey.”

“Yes, I—I know.” She swallowed thickly and bowed her head slightly. “I know I’m not the one that Gandalf wanted for the company…but if it’s all the same, I’d be honored to accompany you to take back Erebor.”

Thorin blinked and turned to face her. “You?”

She had half a mind to be offended by his doubt. “Yes? Is that a problem?”

“Can you even fight?”

She cocked a hand on her hip and retorted, “I’m fairly handy with a frying pan, if I do say so myself,” she nodded firmly. “You should’ve seen me when the badgers began digging through the side of the home last summer.” Thorin chuckled lowly in his throat, and she smiled. “Thorin, I know you’ve no reason to trust nor even believe that I would be of any worth, but if there is a chance that I can be, I ask that you give me it and let me prove myself to you.”

He gazed at her. “Is this truly what you wish? To travel with a bunch of men? You know you’d be the only woman with us.”

“All the same, I wish to partake in this adventure.” She stuck out her hand. “Thorin Oakenshield, I formally request to join your company.”

He grasped her hand in a gentle but firm grip and shook it. “Miss Baggins, I accept your request. Welcome to the company.”

Her face erupted in excitement, and she hurriedly pulled back with, “I’m going to pack right now!” as she rushed for the door, she turned back around ran back and hugged him tightly adding, “Thank you so much, Thorin. I won’t let you down, I swear it!”

***

“I’m so sorry to bother you with having to ride with me, Thorin,” she said bashfully. “I don’t think the pony liked me very much.”

He had to hide the smirk at remembering how she’d practically wailed bloody murder when the pony became skittish and took off with her. “It’s fine,” he gruffly stated.

She looked down and cleared her throat, trying to ignore the warmth from his back bleeding into her. “Might we play a round of questions to ease the silence? I can’t imagine it would be very fun to ride in total silence.”

“If we must,” he replied as if annoyed, and perhaps on some level he was, but she did have a point that complete silence was sometimes tiring.

“Perfect! Since you are the esteemed company, you go first!”

He thought a moment. “What is a skill you’ve always wished to master?”

“Oh…I would say sewing. My mother could sew like no one I’ve ever seen.” She smiled fondly. “I can sew well but nothing compared to the clothes she could mend and make. My turn! When was a time in your life that you felt truly happy?”

“I was ten years of age. I had just received my first real sword. My grandfather had made it for me. Silver blade, sapphires in the hilt.” He frowned. “What qualities do you believe makes a person good?”

She paused. “Well, that is a tough one, especially if you believe that people have inherent evil.”

“Do you?”

“Of course not! I personally think that everyone is capable of good, no matter how bad a life they have lived.”

“A bit naïve don’t you think, Miss Baggins?”

“Perhaps. But if you go around distrusting everything that breathes, you’ll never be able to trust anything when it comes to truly needing it.” She inhaled. “Honor, loyalty, kindness, selflessness, love. Those make a person good. Someone who would put the needs of others above themself and go above and beyond for those they loved. Even if it meant they would be left behind.”

“Now that is truly naïve.”

“I know,” she said with a smile and before she could even open her mouth again, they heard,

“WAIT!”

Thorin pulled the reins, and everyone turned to see Bilbo running over.

“WAIT!” Bilbo called again and her face lit up.

“Brother!” she greeted as he came to a stop.

Bilbo panted heavily. “I signed it!” he handed it off to Balin who looked it over and smiled.

“Everything appears to be in order. Welcome Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.”

Thorin rolled his eyes and started to turn his own steed around. “Give him a pony.”

“Oh no-no-no!” Bilbo immediately said. “That won’t be necessary, thank you. I’m sure I can keep up on foot. I-I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, y’know? Even got as far Frogmorton once—WUGH!”

She giggled when Fili and Kili hefted him up by his pack and buried her face in Thorin’s back to muffle her laughter; when she felt Thorin’s back rumble with his own chuckle, she couldn’t help snort even harder.

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Chapter 8 - Nosebone

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: It's the big day! The photoshoot that could change the trajectory of your career. Nothing could go wrong...or right.

Genre: Skater AU

Story Warning: Violence, Profanity (that's a given hereeee), BLOOD, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Broken Bones, Misogyny (on Naoya's part), Possessive Behavior

Suguru Art: YuOekk

Choso Art: @DmD_0_03

Suguru’s fingers hover above the ‘Confirm’ button on his screen as looks over everything. Should he do this? You may not like it. But he wants to do something nice for you for once. It’s a big day for you after all. As a show of good faith, Suguru wants to treat you to something, let you know that he only has good intentions today and even with your plaything of the moment around, he’s not going to do anything to fuck the day up for you.

His fingers tap ‘Confirm’ and an email notification rolls down his screen a few seconds later. He sets his phone down, sighing as he takes a seat in his hair stylist's chair. Normally Suguru would have his long tresses washed and ready for styling, but today he opted to take advantage of the VIP treatment your company was providing. The stylist guides his back, ensuring he’s comfortable before lifting the nozzle to wet Suguru’s hair. As they drizzle shampoo along his raven strands, Suguru’s mind drifts to you.

You’ve been oddly distant since your little dinner date with Choso, only responding to Suguru’s texts with short phrases or giving him one word answers. Suguru suspects things. He knows you’re pushing him away, whether you realize it or not. And it scares him.

Has he really been so awful to you that you’re ready to give it up? Give him up? He’s not ready to let you go without showing you how good he can be to you, how good you could be together. And maybe it’s too late for him and all of this is futile, but he’s been trying. Suguru can’t be the better man and just let you go, knowing that you damn well may be better off with someone else. He needs to prove to you - and himself - that he is capable of being better, that he can grow from his mistakes, that he can make things right. He just needs you to be open to the idea of letting him show you. He’s grasping on so tight, so desperately, it’s pathetic. But he won’t give you up until you tell him to let go.

The stylist’s fingernails scrape gently through Suguru’s hair, the sensation causing goosebumps to spread along his body. The stress of his situation begins to melt away and his eyes drift shut, his brain stops thinking as he falls into a light sleep.

- - - - - - - - - -

Steam fills the bathroom as the shower water cascades over your skin. It should be relaxing. It should wash all of your stress and your worries of the oncoming day away for you. But as the water covers you, you find yourself distracted by the man before you.

Dark eyes gaze into yours, calloused hands running along the curves of your body leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of those gentle caresses make you moan softly, a groan in return from the man who currently can’t keep his hands off of you. The way his breath ghosts against your skin, the way he moans into your ear – whispering his confessions of how badly he wants you, how you’re his and his only. It’s so incredibly arousing, you can’t help the way your own hand drifts between the apex of your thighs teasingly. 

“Do you want me?” He questions, voice thick with lust.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you.”

“How bad?”

Another moan rushes past your lips.

“More than anything.”

He’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your answer and you almost think you can hear his thoughts racing. Then he presses a featherlight kiss to your shoulder before he tells you, “I’m yours”.

And your hand finds your core, fingers slipping through your folds and rubbing light circles on your clit. Eyes now shut, you let him carry you through pleasuring yourself. Feel his long hair tickle against your skin as he places wet kisses along your shoulder, up your neck, to your jaw.

“I want you,” he breathes against your lips. “I need you–”

Ding dong

Your doorbell buzzes loudly in your ears.

“Ignore it,” he commands. And you do, losing yourself again in the way your fingers work over the sensitive nub between your legs, in the way his soft lips press sweet kisses on the most sensitive parts of your skin. You could stay like this forever with him if you let yourself. His hands glide down the curve of your back, large hands grabbing on to the plush of your ass. And you sigh into the warm shower air, breath hitching as your fingers continue to push you closer and closer to your release.

Ding dong

Your brows knit together in frustration at the intrusive noise, your fingers still moving, seeking your climax.

Ding dong

“Don’t,” his voice says. But it sounds different this time, distant.

Ding dong ding dong ding donggggg

“Choso,” you whine, speeding up your ministrations to try and get to your release faster. But there’s no response.

Ding dong ding dong diiiiiiing donggggg

You groan in irritation, knowing there’s no way you’re going to get there now with all the interruptions. Slowly opening your eyes, you take in your surroundings, the showerhead spewing water that’s beginning to run cold, the thick curls of steam filling the air and caressing your skin, your pruning fingers and the emptiness of the shower. You’re alone in here. You meant to take a quick shower, jump in and jump out to try and get to set early. But halfway through your lathering, a certain tattooed man invaded your thoughts. You let your imagination run wild and just when it was getting good…

DING DONG

God, this fucker at the door! You sigh roughly as you turn the water off before stepping out of your shower. Despite the interruption and the fact that you’ll be showing up to set basically with “blue balls”, you feel relaxed and ready to tackle this big day.

It’s magazine cover shoot day!

And you couldn’t be more excited as you lean forward and wipe the condensation from your bathroom mirror. You feel refreshed, you feel happy, you feel like this will be a game changer for your career. As long as everything goes smoothly.

The thought brings you back to reality. Two men you’d been casually seeing would be present. Both are clearly jealous of one another, not bothering to hide their feelings when the other is brought up in their presence. Honestly, it’s becoming a chore sometimes to delay the inevitable – choosing who you want to pursue a true relationship with. And yet you can’t bring yourself to choose between the two. You have feelings for them both. You have history with one that is finally wanting to build the future you’d wanted with him. And you have another who has shown you from the beginning that he was always serious about you. You’re not sure why it’s so fucking confusing.

Maybe the choice should be easy. It should be Choso, hands down. From the beginning, you’d felt a strong connection. He made you laugh until your stomach hurt. He made you smile until your cheeks were sore. There wasn’t a moment where you doubted Choso’s feelings for you and after the way things went the last time you’d seen him, it only solidified the feeling. But at times, Choso felt too good to be true.

Or maybe you were just in your head about it. You were used to guys that did the bare minimum, used to guys that didn’t want commitment or to be more than fuck buddies. That’s what Suguru had been to you for the better part of a year no matter how hard you fought to be more. And yet, you stuck around. You suppose it’s your own fault you’re in this situation. The bottom line is Suguru has this hold on you that you can never quite understand and can never quite get rid of. He’s a walking red flag. You know it. Your friends know it. Choso knows it. And yet you continue to hope he’ll change for you. You keep letting him in no matter how many times your heart pleads for you not to. And you keep ending up back at square one with him.

You feel like an idiot, fighting these feelings for Suguru when he doesn’t deserve it. The worst thing about it all is you’re fairly certain it’s not in Suguru’s nature to be a decent person. He’s not a loving partner outside of the bedroom. He’s never wanted just one person, not you, not anyone. Suguru will never give you what you want, never be what you need.

But some stupid part of you wants to believe he could be. Him telling you he could change…it gives you hope. You want to give him a chance. You want to see if he can truly keep his word.

You dry yourself off quickly, tapping your phone on the counter to wake it and check the time. It’s full of texts from your friends. You see Gojo and Nanami’s names listed and offering well wishes on today and a sweet text from Choso telling you he can’t wait to see you. You’re hoping you can get to the set early enough to check out all the fancy equipment you’ll be using. For a shoot this big, the company spares no expenses and you’re eager to take advantage. 

The doorbell rings again just as you finish applying your moisturizer to your face. Annoying. Unplanned visitors always seem to show up at the worst times. With an irritated sigh, you slip on your robe, slide your phone into the pocket and make your way to the front door. When you open it you’re met with the face of…an absolute stranger. He’s holding a bag from a restaurant and it honestly smells so fucking good you almost snatch it from his hands and slam the door in his face. You’re starving, hoping to get breakfast on set so you haven’t eaten since you woke up. Your stomach growls angrily as the delicious aroma teases your senses, your mouth watering the longer you’re standing there. Thankfully the delivery man doesn’t seem to notice (or care).

He looks just as annoyed as you as he reads your name from the receipt on the bag. “Is that you?”

“Yes,” you confirm and he hands you the bag of food without an explanation. You shoot him a look of confusion. “Oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t order anything.”

“No worries. This was ordered and paid for by someone else. I had strict instructions not to leave without handing it to you, so...” He nods, forcing a smile on his face. “Have a good day.”

And then he’s gone.

You’re so confused. Did the company send you breakfast? Why would they do that when they provided breakfast on set? Or maybe it was Choso? The thought fills your chest with butterflies, makes your heart skip a beat. 

You step back into the threshold of your apartment and close the door. As you move towards the kitchen, you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Setting the food on the counter, you pull your phone out to see it’s an incoming video call from Suguru. You answer.

“Morning babe,” he says, a goofy smile plastered to his face. He’s in a good mood, his beautiful hair hanging down his shoulders and around his face. Suguru is so handsome it’s annoying sometimes. 

“Hey Suguru,” you reply, setting your phone down on the counter so you can open the bag. You pop it open to see all sorts of delicacies inside for breakfast. Truly, many of your favorite things. Okay, so this was definitely not the company. It had to be Choso who sent you this sweet gift.

“Oh good, you got it just in time,” you hear Suguru say through the speaker. You peer down, watching as a manicured hand comes into view to run their fingers through his tresses and you pause for a second. Is he seriously calling you while he’s with another woman? Could you really be upset if he was, though? It’s not like you’re in a committed relationship and even though Suguru promised to change…he is Suguru. 

“Are you okay with a half up, half down look for today, Mr. Geto?” The woman in question asks. 

That’s when you take in the background behind Suguru. He’s in a trailer and there’s so much going on behind him: stylists rushing back and forth, makeup being moved about. You’re not sure how you missed that, but you’re so used to Suguru fucking around that any woman within his vicinity triggers this response from you.

“Yeah that’s fine,” Suguru quickly agrees before he leans forward to set his phone against something to stand on. His eyes roam across the counter before he picks up a fine toothed tail comb to fidget with. From this further view, you can see him better. He’s dressed in a nice forest green tank top with a thick silver chain around his neck. His fingers have many silver rings on them and he’s changed his gauges to a nice clear pair. The stylist moves his messy bangs from his face and even though his hair is still a little damp and he’s got tired bags under his eyes, he still looks every bit as handsome as always. His fingers toy idly with the tail of the comb. 

“Anyway, you got it right?”

You give him a puzzled look.

“Your breakfast,” he clarifies.

Your eyes widen with realization. “Oh…you ordered this?” And you don’t mean to sound that surprised, but you can’t help it. You take in the array of food in front of you that you’re definitely not going to be able to finish. It’s so much. “Thank you, Suguru. That was really thoughtful of you.”

You grab your phone from the counter, holding it in front of you as you beam at the man before you. What a sweet gesture. Though you don’t fail to notice the lack of butterflies a gesture such as this from Suguru would have caused just a few weeks prior. Strange, but you chalk it up to you just being too hungry to feel much else right now.

“Of course, babe,” he says proudly. “Figured you’d need it for strength. And once you get here I doubt you’ll have much time to get to the food table they have laid out. It’s fucking chaos here. So eat and then get over here. I wanna see you.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “We’ll be together all day, Suguru. Besides, I’m getting there early to see what they have for me to work with.”

You pick off a piece of one of the many muffins Suguru ordered and it takes everything to keep yourself from moaning. They’re amazing.

“Yeah, but I wanna see you before your plaything gets here,” Suguru teases, rolling his eyes and earning a scowl from you.

“Suguru…you said you’d be on your best behavior today.” He had promised you the last time you’d seen each other that he wouldn’t cause any issues. He didn’t even make any snide remarks when you left to go have your dinner date with Choso, though you could practically see the muscle of his jaw about to break when you said your goodbyes. You hoped he kept his end of the bargain. 

“I’m kidding, babe. I’m gonna be good. I just wanna see–”

A horribly dyed head of blonde hair that fades to brown at the tips leans into frame. You can see the way Suguru’s nose crinkles with irritation as this person now blocks Suguru from your line of sight. Golden eyes framed with thick black eyeliner bore into your own, their gaze dropping lower and lower. And you subconsciously reach up to squeeze your robe shut. You recognize his face from his profile sent to you when you were first assigned to this shoot: Naoya Zenin.

“Hmm,” the man hums appreciatively. “This your new flavor of the week, Geto?” His sharp eyes trail down to where your hand holds your robe together, just above your breasts and chills run up your spine as a lopsided grin spreads across his face. “She’s decent. Don’t be shy, babe. Let daddy see what you’re hiding under there.”

Your mouth turns down in a scowl, brows knitting together at the sheer audacity of this fucking guy. Is he serious right now? Something tells you he is. Because you’ve heard about Naoya Zenin and how he treats women and anyone else he deems inferior to him. If you thought Suguru could be an asshole, Naoya was on a whole other level. And you’re supposed to somehow work with him the rest of the day. Be professional while he makes crude comments and likely treats you like his only goal is to get between your legs. Suddenly a glass of liquor for breakfast sounds better than the food Suguru had sent over for you. 

Suguru leans forward just then, yanking Naoya back from the frame, just enough to get his attention.

“You really want me to put this fucking comb through your eye, don’t you, Zenin?” Suguru seethes, venom dripping from every word. And you can see the hairdresser quickly pluck the hair tool from Suguru’s grasp and set it aside behind her. The threat still hangs heavily between the two men, though.

“Relax, Geto. Why do you get to have all the fun anyway? A woman’s body is meant to be on display. If there’s a nice pair of tits under there then it’s my right—”

“Watch your fucking mouth. Don’t think I won’t beat your ass like I did last time I saw you.”

The blonde’s eyes widen just a fraction before he shifts away from the camera, his cocky demeanor now replaced with that of anger.

“It was a lucky hit, asshole. Won’t happen again.”

“Keep running your mouth and we’ll see.”

Your eyes dart back and forth between the two men, the tension thick even through the phone. It was looking more and more like a disaster waiting to happen on set today. Maybe you didn’t have to worry about Suguru with Choso anymore, but it looks like you’ll have your hands full with Suguru and Naoya. They obviously can’t stand each other. Took them all of four seconds to get into an argument. So childish.

“Okay. Enough, both of you,” you interrupt, grabbing Suguru’s attention immediately. He leans back in his chair, inhaling deeply. The stylist soon moves behind him, combing through his tresses. But Naoya frowns, turning back towards the camera as he looks you over with ill disguised irritation. 

“Didn’t teach your woman not to speak unless spoken to, Geto?” He sneers. 

This fucking bastard. He was turning out to be worse than the rumors you’d heard! Oh, today is going to be fucking unbearable with this asshole around. But this was your day, your set, your rules. And you’d be damned if you let this eyeliner wearing shithead continue to treat you this way. You switch into work mode before you lose your resolve.

“I’d caution you to watch how you speak to me, Mr. Zenin or I’ll have you escorted from the premises.”

At this, Naoya chuckles mockingly which only annoys you more. “And how would you do that? Go ahead. Tell me.” He teases. “Don’t think too hard, though. Don’t want that pretty little head of yours to hurt.”

Behind Naoya, you can just barely make out Suguru’s hand flexing, balling into a fist in his lap. You’re certain he’d jump out of his chair if it wasn’t for the stylist now standing behind him with his hair in her hands, hurriedly attempting to tie it up. He looks about ready to kill Naoya and a part of you is grateful, a part of you wishes he would. But your job comes first. It’s important to set boundaries here according to the type of person you’re working with. Something you’d learned early on in your career.

You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves. “I’d like to think I’m capable of this because I’m the lead photographer on the shoot today, Mr. Zenin.” This seems to catch Naoya’s attention, his brows rising to his hairline as if he can’t believe you’re allowed to have a job so powerful. “And if you don’t watch your mouth, I’ll be sure you’re escorted off the set and your article is filled with all of the vile things you’ve said to me within the last, what? Six minutes of this call? I’ll make sure Suguru and the nice hair stylist behind you get interviewed to confirm it as well.”

He rolls his eyes, mouth opening in what you’re sure is another sexist remark until you add, “And I’ll take the most unflattering pictures of you to use in the article.” Narrowing your eyes, you tilt your head to the side, gaze scanning Naoya’s face. “Looks like your left side is your bad one.” You tilt your head to the other side. “Or maybe the right?”

Naoya scoffs, shaking his head. “Please. I don’t have a bad side.”

And you nod, giving him a forced smile in return. “Okay.”

He looks nervous for a moment, stepping back from the camera and eyeing you suspiciously. Of course, he wants to say something back. Naoya Zenin would never let a woman have the last word, the asshole.

Instead he scoffs again, giving you one last disapproving glare before he turns back to Suguru and gives it to him. He leaves the frame soon after, a loud slam echoing throughout the space.

“Piece of shit,” you mutter, turning back to your breakfast. You’re no longer in the mood to talk after that, so you thank Suguru again for breakfast and tell him you’ll see him on set before ending the call.

- - - - - - - - - -

When you arrive on set, it’s just as Suguru warned, fucking chaos. There are assistants scurrying through the crowd of workers desperately avoiding spilling the coffee they’re holding. Everyone’s running around to get everything set up. You’re thankful that you don’t have to do much but get to the shooting area and check out the equipment.

You move through the crowd to the quieter area near the trailers. It’s fairly empty there save for a few assistants lingering as you wander towards the photographer’s area. That’s the best part about a shoot like this. You don’t have to bring your own equipment. The company provides the best of the best. But you still want to take the extra time to see what all is there…and maybe drool over this insanely expensive equipment that you could only dream of affording on your own. You’re itching to get your hands on it. Then you’ll stop by to say hello to all the skaters. 

Your legs carry you past Momo’s trailer where you can hear loud pop music blaring and lots of giggles. It sounds like a party in there, which is not uncommon for the skaters when they’re preparing for a shoot. You’re excited to meet Momo as you’d only heard good things about working with her — laid back, cute and sweet, a completely pleasant young girl who was quickly rising up in the skateboarding ranks and making a name for women. It would be a breath of fresh air to shoot with her.

The next trailer is Choso’s and your heart stutters as you move closer, your body instinctively wanting to stop and see him. But you make yourself keep moving, coming up on Naoya’s trailer where you discreetly lift your middle finger, flipping off his trailer and almost hoping he just so happens to be peeking out to see it.

You quickly hide the gesture when you hear a trailer door open behind you, turning to see none other than Choso stepping out. He’s fidgeting with his pigtails, ruffling his hair so it looks messier than usual and you can’t help but think he’s so cute. You haven’t seen him since the dinner date at his place where you’d taken the next step in your relationship. Since then, every single thought of Choso makes your cheeks burn, makes your heart skip a beat, makes heat pool in your core. You find yourself thinking of him often, waiting for his next text or call, a wide grin spreading across your face whenever his name appears on your phone. He already had a hold on you and you were quickly realizing that maybe what you were feeling for Choso was deeper than you’d initially thought.

Choso still hasn’t seen you, absentmindedly running his fingers along the tattoo on his face with his free hand. His tired eyes roam along the scene outside until they finally land on you. And then his lips slowly curl up with a smirk. Your heart is thumping, your cheeks heating as his gaze burns into you. You lift a hand to wave and he nods his head, beckoning you over. And just like a moment ago when your body instinctively tried to go straight to his trailer to see him, your body reacts the same, not wasting a second before you’re moving towards him. 

As soon as you’re within reach, his arms go up to wrap around you. He stops himself though, as he remembers you’re on a professional set and he can’t just kiss you in front of all these people. He clears his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets almost by force.

“I uh— I have some ideas I wanted to run past you for the shoot later…if you have time to talk about it right now?” Choso states, tilting his head toward his trailer.

And you’re not a dumbass. You know he’s just trying to get time alone with you. You probably shouldn’t be alone with him. Because you need to maintain a professional distance here, but your body, as usual, betrays you. The way it seems to always do when it comes to Choso. So you nod, letting him open the door to his trailer for you, following behind as you step inside.

Choso closes the door behind him. The moment you ascend the stairs and enter the small, but fancy space of Choso’s trailer, his hands are on you. Your lips meet and when he kisses you with all the tenderness you’ve always wanted, your heart skips two beats.

“I’ve missed you. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since I last saw you,” Choso admits, as honest as ever. He really has missed you. Choso hasn’t stopped thinking about you since he was between your thighs. 

Choso has always been clear about how he feels about you. He’s always been upfront about what his intentions are. Choso has always been honest about what he wants out of your arrangement. But as time passes, he finds himself getting more and more impatient with your indecisiveness. He wants to blame Suguru for stringing you along for so long. Maybe you’re just wrapped up in his spell and need help to escape. Or maybe you’re just choosing to stay of your own accord. Regardless, when Choso climbed out of bed this morning, he decided he needed to speak his mind once and for all.

The soft kisses and touches continue, the make-out going on for what feels like an eternity. You missed Choso, too, if your morning shower fantasy was any indication. You let him deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue so far into your mouth you swear you can taste what you think is a blueberry muffin on his tongue. Each press of your lips together, each gasp and groan swallowed between you, has your heart racing.

But you can’t afford to be caught like this. Not here, not now.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss, stepping away from Choso, just barely registering the soft whimper he lets out. It’s almost enough to make you kiss him again. You just barely resist.

“As much as I’d love to continue, this is too risky.”

And Choso nods, understanding. “That’s fine. I really did have something I wanted to talk to you about.”

His voice deepens as the mood within the trailer shifts.

“Okay?” You say, eyeing Choso nervously as he takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, eyes boring into yours as he speaks. 

“I’ve been thinking a lot about the last time we saw each other,” he begins, running his finger along his tattooed cheeks. “We took this huge step in what I think is a good direction.”

He takes in your expression, brows stitched together in thought, eyes locked with his own. He takes the leap, breathing your name softly.

“I want to be with you,” Choso proclaims. “And I want you to be with me. Only me.”

Your eyes widen as you listen and Choso scrambles to continue. “I think we could make each other happy. I really do. I think I could make you happy and I should be the one making you happy. If you’ll let me.”

Your mind reels at his confession and without thinking, you speak. “I– Choso, I can’t talk about this right now.”

And Choso, always so sweet and understanding, simply nods. He does understand, and he hopes you can pick up your conversation later. 

“I’m sorry. It’s a big day today and…and I need to focus. And Suguru’s here, too and I, I can’t think about this –”

The sound of the other man’s name makes Choso bristle. It’s one thing to want to table this conversation for another time, because you really want to have it. It’s another to put it on the back burner for the sake of that piece of shit, Suguru Geto. Choso, usually so sympathetic, finally snaps, his voice coming out quietly.

“It’s always about fucking Suguru, isn’t?” He cuts you off, his tone foreign to you, makes you tense up.

“Excuse me?”

“I said it’s always him,” Choso repeats, a cold laugh following. “It’s always going to be him, isn’t it?” 

“Choso, stop!” You plead. This isn’t how you planned the day to go. “I just…I can't have this discussion right now, Choso. I’m working! And today is so important to me. I can’t think about choosing between you and Suguru.”

But Choso doesn’t care about your reasoning. He’s stood by idly, trying to let you figure out what you’re doing to do, who you’re going to be with. Choso is not interested in sharing you in the long run. And he’s been patiently letting you split your time between him and Suguru like a fucking custody agreement. Enough is enough. His next words spill from his lips before he can stop them.

“Are you ever going to open your eyes and see what’s right in front of you? Will you ever drop this fucking loser and choose someone who actually cares about you?”

“I don’t know!” You shout, quickly trying to reel in all of these feelings threatening to overflow. You lower your voice. “I don’t know, Choso. I’m well aware that Suguru is a piece of shit. And I still…I still hold out this hope that maybe one day he’ll change. It’s fucked up. I’m fucked up. I care about you both so much,” you force yourself to take a deep breath, aware of how fast you’re talking now, how close you are to losing control again. When you speak again, you make sure your voice is slower, steadier before you continue. “Even if Suguru is just barely realizing he cares about me beyond sex…I can't bring myself to cut him out yet.” You sigh, aware of how you sound just as bad as Suguru. You never planned to drag Choso along. And you knew that one day your luck would run out and one of these men would push you to pick between them.

“You can’t force me to choose, Choso. I’m not ready.”

Choso looks defeated and you can see the glint in his eyes from just moments before slowly fade, his lips curling down with a scowl. “I’m not forcing you to choose. But you should be able to look and see the right choice is right in front of you. But I can only wait around for so long.”

You reach for him and he steps back, finally pulling his gaze from yours and your heart shatters. Without a word, he descends the steps of his trailer, opens the door and then he’s gone.

- - - - - - - - - - 

After giving yourself time to quietly cry in Choso’s trailer (awkward), you make your way to the set. The argument with Choso set you back quite a bit, and you no longer had time to waste. You need to get to the skate set and begin shooting. You know you’re selfish, that you don’t deserve Choso. Just earlier in the day, when it was only you and your thoughts, the choice seemed simple, easy. But as Choso’s tired eyes stared into yours with an almost pleading look in them screaming “choose me”, you were too much of a coward to do it.

You can’t even dwell on it though, because you arrive on set and your assistant immediately sets you up with your camera, following you around with your bag of lenses. The equipment is as exquisite as you imagined, though you don’t fully get to enjoy it when your eyes land on Choso’s back standing along the edge of the skate bowl. He drops in with ease and you take the opportunity to start the shoot.

All skaters are on set after a few short moments, Momo greeting you politely. She’s tinier than you thought she’d be, but so cute you can’t help but smile when you lay eyes on her. Suguru greets you with a wave. Naoya sneers when he sees you, eyes roaming up and down your body and making you shiver. Choso ignores you altogether. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru, who is suddenly in an even better mood than when he’d arrived.

You begin with solo shoots - Momo first. She takes to the bowl, zipping down the curves before she shoots high into the air. The first shots aren’t as good as you had hoped. You hadn’t anticipated Momo practically flying. You instruct your assistant to grab you another lens and switch out. When Momo hits the air again, this time you’re ready.

Her form takes your breath away. She gets so high in the air that you’re afraid she’s going to break her neck when she lands. But she never looks the least bit nervous. On her last go around in the bowl, Momo hits her signature move, reaching peak altitude before she sits on her board and briefly crosses her legs. She looks like a little witch up there, time seeming to slow as she floats above you all for less than a second before she descends, sticking the landing with ease.

Next up is Naoya, who specializes in rail tricks. He flies down the pavement and across the railings with a speed you’ve never seen in your life. You’re stunned and thankful for the rapid shutter speed of your camera. You’re not sure he’d even be visible to the naked eye with how fast he’s moving, believe it or not. When he’s skating and not given the chance to speak, he's actually pretty tolerable. His golden eyes focus solely on what’s ahead of him, making sure each move is landed with complete accuracy. He’s an asshole, but a perfectionist. And you hate to admit it, but the shithead really doesn’t have a bad side.

You shoot Choso and Suguru with ease, knowing exactly what angles to catch and what tricks work for them. They do what they do best, what got them selected as a feature on the spread in the first place. It’s easy. Even with the thick tension between you and Choso, it’s still easy. Though your heart pangs with guilt thinking about just how easy it is with Choso even when he’s upset with you.

After individual shots are taken, the skaters break for a quick makeup retouch before lining up for group shots. Momo stands to the far left, her pink board in hand. Suguru stands next to her, his shoulders tensing when Naoya is positioned next to him. Finally, Choso stands on the far right of the lineup, his lips fixed in what seems to be a mix of a pout and a scowl.

You decide you’ll speak with him after the shoot, try to talk things out and get on the same page. Because you really don’t want to lose him and seeing him like this…it’s really killing you.

The shoot progresses smoothly, save for a snide comment or two from Naoya toward Suguru. You hear them very well, but you ignore him, wanting to wrap this up so you can finally be done with all of this weird tension around everyone. Suguru on the other hand…well, his temper seems to be hanging by a thread as Naoya keeps prodding.

The annoying man chuckles as he changes poses, leaning over to mutter to Suguru, “wonder if she looks as good on her knees in the bedroom as she does taking pictures.”

You give him a pleading look when Suguru’s eyes meet yours, imploring him not to do something stupid. Suguru grits his teeth, running his fingers through his hair as he moves to turn away from Naoya. The blonde continues to poke at him though, seeing how far he can go before Suguru explodes.

When you stand to move positions, you hear Naoya make another comment pertaining to your ass and how he’d love to bury his face in it to which Momo scoffs, shooting him a disgusted look.

“Do you mind, Naoya? Some of us are actually here to work,” she admonishes with a roll of her eyes. 

Naoya sneers, his gaze locking onto Momo's with equal disgust. “Don’t speak to me so formally. Just because you’re dating Mai, doesn’t make us family.”

Momo blanches, blue eyes wide with anger. “Oh, I’m sure your inbred ass is sick to your stomach knowing it’ll never be you.”

The fury rolls off of Naoya’s body as he faces Momo, lip curled in a snarl. “Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me.”

“Or what?” Momo challenges.

Naoya takes a step toward Momo and Suguru steps in between, glancing at you with a look that tells you he’s got it under control. “Enough, Zenin. Why do you have to act like a fucking monkey anytime you’re out? Fucking chill.”

Your eyes flicker to Choso who watches the scene unfold before him, boredom evident in his eyes. His gaze drifts to you and when your eyes meet, he quickly looks away.

“Fuck off, Geto. You think because you’re balls deep in the photographer whore, you run shit around here?” Your mouth drops, Momo’s head snapping to you as well as the staff’s. All eyes are on you as Naoya continues to rant. “You don’t tell me what to do here. There’s a reason I’m here standing next to you as a top skater and none of you fuckers get to tell me what I can and can’t do. I’m not letting this little witch here talk to me like that, and I’m not taking orders from your cumhole of the month either.”

Suguru looks over at you again and this time, you see the apology in his eyes because you know he’s about to go ballistic. He raises a hand, balling it into a fist over Naoya’s face. But before he can bring it to meet the Zenin’s nose, a pale hand grasps Naoya by the back of his neck, pushing him face first into the concrete with a crack that makes your stomach lurch.

“FUUUUUCK!” Naoya screeches as he turns his head to the side. Blood pours from his crooked nose onto the concrete and Momo shrieks, backing away from the scene. The hand on Naoya’s neck tightens as he tries to free himself from its grasp to no avail. A low voice speaks, tone cold and you shiver listening to the only command given.

“Apologize.” You don’t even realize who is speaking until you see who the hand is attached to - Choso.

“Fuck you,” Naoya grits out. “Get the fuck off of me.”

He presses his palms to the ground, trying and failing to push himself up. 

Choso repeats himself and Naoya scoffs, spitting the blood leaking into his mouth out and you cringe.

“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” Naoya chuckles, laughing almost maniacally. “You’re also fucking the photographer whore, aren’t you?”

Choso doesn’t respond, but the widening of his eyes quickly gives it away. The staff gasps, eyes falling on you once again and you can’t hide the shock on your face. 

“You never get involved with anything, Kamo,” Naoya says through clenched teeth. “She must have an insane pussy for even you to get up and do something.” He yelps when a foot covers his hand, pressing down on his fingers and you peer up to find Suguru looming over Naoya.

“Do it, fucker. Say you’re sorry.” Suguru presses his foot down harder, grinning at the pained expression on Naoya’s face. You see Choso as well, the small curve of his lip as he holds Naoya down. They’re enjoying this way too much.

Naoya keeps laughing, keeps antagonizing the two men before you. “Hey, hey. If you’re sharing her, maybe I can get in on it too. I’d love to see what all the fuss is about. I bet she’s a fun ride.”

Naoya’s piercing gold eyes find yours, the bloody grin on his face spreading. Time seems to move agonizingly slow as you watch the scene unfold before you, staff too stunned from Naoya exposing you and Suguru’s relationship to move, to call security to break this up.

What should you do?

What can you do?

You stand, camera barely gripped in your hand as the two men you care about most go at it with a man you couldn’t care less about.

“ENOUGH,” a deep voice bellows and it’s enough to make everyone nearly jump out of their skin, Suguru taking his foot off of Naoya’s fingers and Choso, his neck.

You whip around to face the voice, already not seeing this ending well for you. It’s deathly quiet, the light tapping of a man’s shoes approaching echoing through the silence. When the man stands before you, you bow your head, not daring to meet his glare. You know who the voice belongs to. Your boss, Mr. Yaga has arrived on set. 

He cuts straight to the chase, barking your name which only makes you retreat further into yourself.

“I came to see how things were going and I’m glad I did. Is this how you run your set?” He asks, waving his hand in the general direction of the fighting men. “Look at this mess!”

“Sir, I’m so sor-,” you begin meekly, but he cuts you off.

“I don’t want to hear it! We gave you this shoot because you proved to us you could handle it. Clearly we made a mistake. You’re not ready for this spread.” Tears well in your eyes, fat and ready to spill down your cheeks at any moment. You only hope you can hold them in until you can escape this place. 

“Pack it up!” Yaga shouts to the staff, who flinch before scattering. Yaga says your name again, quietly this time and it only scares you more. You stare up at him, eyes unable to meet his own behind his black lenses. “We’ll talk about disciplinary action tomorrow.”

You nod and Yaga turns on his heel, barking for his assistant to reschedule the shoot and send apologies to each skaters management team promising to get this taken care of. 

When you finally get your bearings, you whip around. Naoya is striding off, his hands rubbing his temples as he shakes off what you’re positive is a concussion. Momo is long gone and Suguru and Choso stand next to each other, both frowning when they see the tears rolling freely down your face.

Choso takes a step forward first and you raise your hand, shaking your head. Suguru tries next and you shoot him the same look that tells him exactly it told Choso. Leave me the fuck alone.

“I’m sorry,” Choso blurts out, his eyes wide. He’s glued to his spot, not daring to take another step.

“Me too,” Suguru adds. And it’s probably the first time they’ve ever agreed on anything when it came to you.

“I don’t care,” you snap at them both, watching as they wince at your sharp tone. “I asked for one simple thing. One. You knew how important today was for me.”

“Babe, I wasn’t gonna sit and let fucking Naoya keep talking about you like that!” Suguru cuts in.

“Shut up!” You scream, your patience all used up. “I don’t give a single fuck about what Naoya says about me. This is my job. I deal with assholes everyday. I mean,” you let out a dry chuckle. “I deal with you two on a regular basis. I was fine. I could ignore him! Why couldn’t either of you?!”

The two men before you don’t speak as you unleash your fury on them. You may very well lose your job because of the stunt they pulled. And Naoya may sue your entire company because deserved or not, Suguru and Choso assaulted him. You don’t wait for them to say anything as you turn and leave them both standing behind you. They stare at your back silently, neither one daring to follow after you. They couldn’t offer you a good explanation or answer for their behavior.

And you don’t want an answer. Right now, you don’t care anyway.

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[your-mom-friend]

hey rem, I’m just curious, no judging—what’s the reason you left your religion? I found that you’ve been struggling more since you started to lose your faith, so I just wondered what made you take that decision?

Well, since you asked so kindly

I left my religion slowly, over a long time, for a lot of reasons.

The easiest one that most people accept is that I do t like Islam’s treatment of queer people, since being queer is a huge part of my identity and people are usually ready to accept that answer.

But it is not so cut and dry

The reason is that I do not believe in the concept of an all-powerful, all-knowing, and completely passionate and caring deity that presides over the universe.

If Allah exists, then he allowed a five year old child to be groomed and abused, by a man that styles himself as an Islamic Scholar, for almost nine years. He allowed that trauma to happen and allowed that man to die before he could face any justice for his crimes.

And for what? Because it’s part of his plan? If an omniscient and omnipotent being needs an innocent child to suffer like that for his plan to come to fruition, he is either not as compassionate as he claims or not as powerful as he claims.

People will tell me that he will burn in Jahannam for eternity for his crimes, but why was the crime allowed to happen at all?

Do you know why Muslims pray five times a day? The Quran tells the story, saying that on the night of Al Isra wal Miraj, the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) ascended to Jannat (heaven) and was able to speak to Allah, who told him that every Muslim was to pray to him 50 times a day. He accepted, and as he descended through the layers of heaven, the prophet Musa (Moses, peace be upon him) told him to go back up and negotiate it lower. 50 to 45 to 40 and so on until it went to 5. That’s why there are five daily prayers.

What sort of God is so egotistical that he needs every single believer to pray to him 50 times a day to prove they love him? If he is all knowing, why start with 50 and not just command it be 5? Why do you need 5 at all? Why do you need people to constantly tell you that they love you?

I have my own religious trauma, from things taught in classes to the fucking pedophile calling himself a priest who came to my home 90 minutes a day 6 days a week for 8 and a half years, who was too religious to celebrate a birthday or let anyone else do so but apparently not enough to avoid abusing children

There are many arguments to be made about why I dislike Islam, most of them can be boiled down to something someone or the other will argue to be “misinterpretations of the text” or “a cultural thing” or “personal choice”

But in the end, at my core, I do not believe in the concept of a perfect, unerring God. The “Perfect” god of Islamic and Christian faith, insofar as I have seen, has allowed untold carnage, depraved abuse, and unspeakable violence to occur with the promise that one day, if you’re good, if you follow the rules, and pray every day, things will eventually, some day, somehow, turn out fine.

I respect Muslims. I respect Christians. I respect every single religion and every person of faith because I believe they all want to be good and do good because I think that is the nature of humanity. Who they choose to attribute that good to is none of my concern. I believe that everyone is human before they are their religion. Neither goodness nor badness can be attributed to a religion. They all have supremacists and extremists and people that will give their lives away trying to do good and make the world a better place. But if a god comes and declares that they are responsible for all of that, including the bad, and are just letting it happen for “divine purpose”? I reserve the right to question that.

And for the record, sweetheart, I am not suffering more since I’ve left my religion. I’ve been suffering the same for a very long time, and it’s only now that I’m in college, away from home, that I’m getting the space to process all of it. And sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. Right now it’s just worse than usual because the holiest month of the Islamic year is about to start, and it is always tough on me.

[zai-doodles]

In your fairy tail will Laxus be different, guy was too much of a prick to accept his change of heart or that "deep down, he's a good guy", he threatened to kill the entire city just because he had daddy issues.

i have so many opinions ive been avoiding answering this until i had time to write an essay so here you go.

So, i personally, feel like fairy tail has a really weird habit of having characters do extremely irredeemable shit, say several times that the character is enjoying what their doing, then have their character do a 180 several arcs later because after fighting fairy tail they just saw the light or some shit.

Like i was rewatching the Battle of Fairy Tail arc and lauxus is just... so awful? and the way they try to redeem him with the spell shit not working like sir he was going to kill everyone maybe we dont give him a pass?

all this to say heres how I would rewrite the battle of fairy tail:

Ok so i'd keep Laxus' resentment of Makorav over the banishment of his dad, the only thing keeping laxus in ft is knowing one day hes going to inherit the guild. He works his ass off to become as powerful as he can in order to live up to that legacy but also...

He hates it there.

Specifically, the ones who grew up in the guild (ie erza, mira, natsu, gray, etc) because he always felt like makorav embraced them more than laxus.

So he works hard and keeps his head down, picking fights more out of resentment than anything the other guild members did. I think some of the older guild members who remember Ivan are very wary of Laxus but not afraid just... keeping an eye out.

Laxus reads it as pity.

Once Laxus grows up, hes arrogant, entitled, and selfish. He puts his everything into becoming the best and surrounds himself with yes men (the thunder legion im getting to them) who boost his ego.

Then one day he overhears some fairy tail members spreading a rumor that Makorav is going to retire...

And Erza is going to become the next guild master.

And it fucking breaks something inside him.

I think Laxus resents Erza the most because its just so clear Makorav favors her over everyone. Shes so perfect and humble and honorable and...

Everything Laxus isn't.

So he sets up a plan. He's going to take the guild by force.

ok so it happens basically the same as canon right up until the end. Before the timer runs out Laxus demands Makorav hand the guild over to him before all these people get hurt.

Makorav shows up to confront laxus and instead of doing or saying anything, he just quietly walks up to laxus and stands in front of him.

Laxus starts to panic and yells about how the old man has to give up or everyone is going to die. Outside fairy tail is taking down the dome but its not enough.

Laxus grows more erratic but Makorav says nothing.

The timer runs out and nothing happens.

Laxus sighs in defeat. He's been caught.

He was bluffing.

See the plan laxus and the thunder legion made was simple, they'd prove themselves the strongest by beating the entire guild and once everyone was taken out, makorav would have no choice to hand the guild over since no one was left to stop the thunder dome.

the body link magic still hurt any attackers just to make them seem more real, but they were only really there to pressure Makorav into caving.

Laxus didnt account for his grandpa having faith in him.

However the power grab couldn't be ignored, attacking the guild and even just threatening the city leads to laxus getting banished.

The thunder legion decide to leave fairy tail but laxus forbids them from following him anymore, not feeling worthy of being their leader anymore. So the thunder legion kinda just go off on their own as a trio for the time being.

Idk if this feels lame to others but to me its better than having laxus fully believe hes going to kill everyone and go through with it (even if the spell didnt work) only to redeem him later. It just feels weird to me? idk im not a great writer but this is just my lil rewrite.

as a treat have my bickslow redesign

shhh ik its not v good im still work shopping it but this is like, my third attempt so just take it for now

[zzencat]

Tarot Mini Reading Request

My initials: SR, Sabrina Rocha

17.06.2004

Sun-Moon-Mercury-Venus-Lilith Gemini ♊️

His Initials: RP, Rico P.

29.11.1991

Coworker at gastro, leader/shift supervisor 2nd in-command. Charismatic, hard to get to know personally. Problem-solver, strategic and professional. Great at teamwork. Gym rat. No hobbies. No faith in love or trust, but seems to be devoted to God (wears cross), always has his doppio espresso. Speaks Spanish and likes Shisha bars.

Green eyes, tall and very fit, beautiful smile. Blueish-greenish grey aura/vibes.

Sort of became a little more softie towards me. Caring when I don’t make him book food for my dinner (one of his tasks for the team), sometimes double-asking. Defending me from a disrespectful coworker on some occasions. Seemingly being closer to me at times. Or like that time he stared almost intensely at my eyes….and I tried to hold the stare until I looked down and away…shy as hell.

Last time we worked together, I gifted him a letter. Sort of love letter confessing that I like him more than just a coworker and inviting him to a coffee date. Also reassuring him I respect him a lot as a person and hope nothing will change after this if he feels uncomfortable or can’t reciprocate the feelings back. At the end telling a little more about me via a self-made quote and songs. A few drawings and scents (coffee, vanilla and lemongrass) on the letter and envelope.

What will the answer be or rely to be most likely? Positive, negative. Any other cards telling more, as it’s a short reading?

I’d be willing to expand on that through paying a little extra amount for more card pulls and energy-reading.

Thank you so much already!

sabrina sorry but does his surname happen to be…puerto?? nah nah im kidding 😂😂😂 my own lil jokes haha im playin

rico’s energy?

ok so…he kinda has a weird energy to him? it’s kinda strange. it’s like he’s putting on some sort of act or something or maybe he has to but yeah you’re right about him being hard to open up. he’s getting there yes, also correct.. but there’s something that’s going to be revealed and it will change everything. it was probably your little confession, but he’s taking everything into account. it’s also strange that i got deception like 3 times in the reading already. not in a bad way but like…hiding his true feelings? ik this is a little late so idk if he’s answered you yet, but in his mind he’ll try to keep things as peaceful and harmonious, at least at work. i will say that whatever the outcome is, you’ll try to keep yourself balanced and logical. it’s gonna be hard at work but you’ll try really, realllllly hard. you might hold back feelings or suppress some emotions. also i pulled some advice for you. again, whatever the outcome, make sure you don’t change yourself. love will come to you naturally. ALSO!!!! be very careful materially. don’t be sharing finances out so easily, NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE!!!!!!! very important. be careful of theft as well. be careful who you let in easily. if you’re already guarded and are an alert person, that’s going to do you some good for now. i think you’re a fair person or at least you want to act fairly. you might have some moments where you feel like you have to overcompensate or prove yourself and your worth, especially at this job. be careful that you don’t become greedy materially. AND if people know you’re a hardworker and they happen to know how much you make, even if it’s more than them maybe, be careful with that as well. i want you to be super cautious money wise. you’ll feel down at times and to deal with it, you could put that energy into work or other things, so make sure you rest yourself and give yourself time to sit down and process emotions sometimes ok? i don’t think you give up easily either so good on you! you’re just getting started hahah. and you are worthy alright? don’t ever doubt it.

i think there’s possibility for there to be a love connection (in the future)! it just probably won’t happen super soon bc of financial reasons. he could feel pretty stuck and unsure how to really move on from now. whatever the outcome, he doesn’t want there to be drama between you two or work. he’d like to keep everything civil. if he’s a little avoidant, it’s probably bc you’re taking steps to pursue him. not that he thinks it’s bad! he’s just kind of in that…uncertain period, esp emotionally. it’s not you tho! not your fault or anything. the good thing is that he’ll try to be nice about everything. maybe it won’t happen so soon, but there is definitely a chance for you in the future with this guy. it could also be an age thing, so maybe he’s waiting for you to be more financially stable or just ready in general. he could also be in that energy where if he pursues this relationship, he’s thinking about *everything* that could change in his life.

that’s all i have for you sabrina!! thank you for joining the game :)

[qqueenofhades]

Think what strikes me about something like "we can't vote because the system is rigged! Ban the electoral college!" is the big underlying implication of it.

That there is no multiple solutions or paths, only the one correct path and everything else is worthless.

And that's incredibly frustrating because there are two levels of problems with it:

is the utter dismissiveness of anything other than their specific solution, which ignores how any degree of positive change cannot occur with only just ONE idea, it's usually the result of many ideas that lead to change.

The fact that it feels like they're skipping every step in between the current situation to this end result, or actively fixating on themselves having the correct solution, but only by literally getting everything in between completely wrong in the process.

Like, the latter point in particular is like a complex math equation: Just because you got the right answer doesn't mean you can just ignore every difficult step in between, or just assume that all of the WRONG processes become validated retroactively because you stumbled into the correct answer. You'd literally get failed and be forced to redo the problem if you tried that shit in math.

I saw a poll the other day claiming that support for abolishing the Electoral College had now reached 65% of all Americans. Now, I take all polls, whether good or bad, with a grain of salt, but this does reflect a growing awareness that the EC is a horrible racist anti-democratic dinosaur only applied to the presidential election and only used for electing Republicans who don't win the nationwide popular vote, and that there's a genuine groundswell of support to abolish it. See the National Popular Vote Interstate Compact, which could possibly collect enough state-by-state ratifications to go into effect into 2028 (in the best-case scenario). So even all the bitching about how "the system is rigged" (which. WE KNOW! WE KNOW! There's not a single Democratic voter going to vote like WOW I LOVE THE ELECTORAL COLLEGE CAN'T WAIT FOR MY VOTE TO DEPEND ON HOW MUCH IT COUNTS THANKS TO THE ELECTORAL COLLEGE WHEE OLD DEAD WHITE GUYS!) blatantly ignores that a possible seismic change IS possibly in the offing, because people put in the work to make it happen!!! The fact that the EC might soon be superseded or disempowered is FUCKING MONUMENTALLY HUGE!!! It has existed literally since the beginning of America and arbitrated every single presidential election!!! And let me tell you, the people working to make that change and fundamentally reshape American democracy are absolutely not the Online Leftists, whose grasp of civic and political theory starts and ends at "wah the system is rigged I do not vote I am very smart!"

This also reminds me of the recent idiots in my notes complaining that Biden was a) not "genuine" in supporting the striking auto workers, that b) Don't You Know He Broke The Rail Strike (the follow-up where he gave the railworkers what they most wanted with that strike was conveniently never mentioned), or c) that he wasn't "doing it for the right reasons" (whatever the fuck that means). Which accurately reflects their belief that the way you do politics, or praxis, or anything at all, is just by having the Really Goodest Mostest Purest Intentions really hard, and that's it. Like. Aside from the fact that it's impossible to prove why Biden is privately motivated to do anything, we have a long track record demonstrating that he is a person of genuine Catholic faith who has been moving more and more to the left overall, and has been the most pro-union, pro-labor president in American history. So first of all, complaining that "he's not GENUINE!!!!" in supporting the strikers is impossible to prove, and contradicted by actual evidence. But the Online Leftists gotta feel More Gooder Than Him somehow, so.

Likewise: as I said in one of my previous posts about Hillary Clinton: I do not give a fuck if she was privately the most Neoliberal Corporate Centrist Shill Ever To Shill (and as I also said, none of those words means what the Online Leftists think they do). I do not care about the American monarch president's personal feelings, unless they reflect directly on the policy that they make and the real-world effects that it has. I don't care if Clinton killed puppies (or dreamed about killing puppies, which for the thoughtcrime police is equally bad), as long as she appointed 3 new liberal justices to SCOTUS and throughout the courts, instead of the hacks that Trump forced onto the bench and literally everything else he did. In the same vein, Biden could secretly be like "hahahaha fuck all workers BIG CORPORATIONS FOR LYFE but I gotta support the workers and get them their rights so they'll vote 4 meeee" (not that I actually think he is, but still) and hold onto your hankies, children: I DO NOT CARE! Because the tangible real-world effects of that policy that he is working hard on making results in a better economy for those workers and substantial redistribution of capital away from the oligarchs for the first time in a generation! Not to mention, I kind of like the idea that a president decides to make himself most appealing to workers instead of bosses! But for the Online Leftists, if this action isn't done with the Sufficiently Pure Motives, it is Wrong and Bad and Not Good Enough and Blah Blah Biden Sekrit Republican.

Anyway. Yes. That. The end.