#you get to be a hypocrite to my virtual face

[ithebookhoarder]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests for criminal minds but if you are could you do the BAU react to their so being a paramedic/firefighter? :))

If you decide to write this thank you in advance

(BAU Headcanons) If their S.O. was a paramedic/firefighter 🚨

A/N: You're very welcome! Here you are my angel. I'm always taking requests but I can't promise how long I'll take to reply and finish them 😅 Hope this is worth the wait. Also - major shout out to any first responders out there. You are literal superheroes! 💕

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of mental health, alcohol references, sexual references, references to death. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

Aaron would be honestly so in awe of you and what you do for a living. He’d also appreciate having a partner who understands what it’s like to have a job with unpredictable hours, such high stakes, and requires risking yourself to save people. 

As such, he would know how important it is to prioritise time together for the two of you. It’s why he is so active with forming a family calendar as he knows that, if it isn’t written in ink, you may never find an opportunity to do something. 

He is all about creating concrete plans for you both, so you have something to look forward to and actually have a chance of being able to arrange it, even if it’s months in advance. It doesn’t matter if it’s Jack’s soccer game, going for a jog in the park together, or a week-long vacation. 

However, he’s learned to be far more flexible if plans don’t work out the way you’d hoped. He’s had virtual Thanksgivings with you over the phone, a boxing-day Christmas, and even turned running errands on a day off into a date-day. 

We know Aaron would honestly hate knowing how much danger you’re in sometimes at work but he also knows he has no leg to stand on given his job and what he does every day. So, you both agree to let the other one know at least once a day that you’re ok, even if only by text. 

You’d have to agree to a ‘no work at home’ policy for you both to even stand a chance of relaxing at home and focusing on Jack (who thinks he has the coolest parents ever! Like, two superheroes for parents? He’s the luckiest kid in the world). 

Aaron would be such a proud partner too, even if he doesn’t always say it out loud. He shows it in his face every time he and Jack come to visit you at work, or when he displays a picture of you receiving an award on his desk for everyone to see. 

He even helps Jack when he asks to go as you for Halloween one year - the sight of which made you cry so hard you couldn’t even speak for a good hour after. Instead, you snap a picture and carry it with you everywhere when you leave the house, and even stick a copy in your locker. 

He’d have notifications set too, tracking incidents in your area so he knows when you may be working or out on a job. He’s also not above pulling the ‘FBI’ card if he even hears of someone making your life hard at work. 

He’d also be the biggest hypocrite, always worried you’re not getting enough sleep or eating enough, despite him running on no sleep and three expressos. 

He’d also be the first to rip into you if he found out you’d taken some unnecessary risk whilst out on a call. 

“I have enough worrying about my own idiots over here without worrying about you doing something stupid too. Please, you need to be more careful, ok? I can’t and won’t lose you. Not like that.”

David Rossi 

Rossi has lost many people over the years so he would definitely be terrified of losing you, and getting hurt. However, he knows what it’s like to have a passion for helping people and he’d never stop you from doing what you love and making a difference.

Besides with his crazy schedule he doesn’t mind having a partner who is mostly out working, or also operates on a crazy schedule. It’s almost complimentary, and allows you both not to miss each other too badly when you’re busy. 

Rossi strikes me as a supportive partner in his own ways. For instance, he would make massive donations to fundraisers for your department and for causes supported by your work. He wouldn’t even tell you most of the time, leaving you to work out where the mystery million dollars came from overnight after you just so happened to mention it to him over dinner. 

Speaking of dinner, he’d be keen to invite your colleagues over to his place for social functions, offering to hosts BBQs and family dinners. He’d also invite his BAU family too, knowing how nice it is for your worlds to mix and for people to relax amongst people who get what it’s like to deal with difficult issues. 

He also makes homemade dinners at least once a week, cooking enough so that you both have leftovers to take to work for the next few days. 

He’s also keen to share any recipes he can with you, so you know how to make them when you’re on shift for hours on end. 

“Just because you’re busy saving lives doesn’t mean someone shouldn’t take care of you too!”

This man would also make sure to call you whenever he gets a chance, especially if he is away on a case. He likes hearing your voice and makes sure to ask all about your day so far, knowing its good for both of you to touch base. 

Derek Morgan

This man would be the biggest supporter and cheerleader. Like, you know your pictures are all over his desk and he’s always bragging about how you saved someone’s life whenever he gets a chance. 

“Oh yeah, that’s my baby. They’re a literal superhero. They’re badass.”

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry about you when you’re away working or if he sees some major incident on the news. He’ll be refreshing his phone over and over until he sees a text from you telling him you’re ok. 

You know he will also be begging Penelope to see what she can find out too, through any means necessary (Hotch doesn’t exactly have to know about it…)

You bet your ass that if he does hear you’re hurt or if something is wrong then he will be bolting his way down to the ER or wherever you are the minute he is able to. Penelope would likely be one step ahead of him if he was unable to be there right away taking care of you until he can.

Morgan is such a good care giver too. He knows how hard it is to take care of others if you don’t take care of yourself so is King of supporting healthy habits. I’m talking meal plans so you eat right, proper sleeping habits when you can make them work, and getting out of your apartment on your days off.

He’s all for vegging on the sofa sometimes but he’s keen to support you where he can and remind you there’s a world outside of work and your home. 

He would be the kind of partner who would suggest doing things together as a couple, whether it’s a daily jog in the park or even training for some kind of race. This gives the two of you a shared goal and also shared time together - including in the shower once you get home. 

“What? It’s twice as fast this way and costs half the water bill, sweetheart.”

Also, you know this man gives the world’s best massages and he would be only too willing to give you one when you get home. He’d even try and wait up for you if he could, although you’ve come home more than once to find him passed out on the sofa. 

Emily Prentiss

With her track record of trusting and being betrayed by people I think Emily would be extremely anxious about having a first responder for a partner, even if she would also be totally amazed by you and thinks you’re so badass. 

Like, you can’t tell me she wouldn’t be beaming ear to ear if you ever came to visit the BAU. She would be showing you off to everyone and anyone, giving them all a face to put to the name she’s been talking about for weeks. 

“Babe, you’re amazing. You’re literally saving lives every day. All I did yesterday was fill out a stack of paperwork as big as my arm.” (She ignores the disapproving look Hotch shoots her for that comment…)

It’s just that she’s scared about losing you and it would take you both a while to work out how to make your relationship work and communicate effectively with one another about your fears. I mean, it’s not like you aren’t as equally worried about her but it takes a while for you both to accept that it’s a part of your relationship and that neither of you are willing to give your jobs or each other up. 

When she’s away on a case, or if you’re working overnight, then she won’t be able to sleep unless she sees she has a text from you telling her you’re ok and still in one piece. Of course, she prefers to be able to call if she can but knows it isn’t always possible for both of you if you’re in the middle of a shift. 

She’s a safe space so wouldn’t take it personally when you get home and have fatigue, adrenaline dumps, or just lack any potential excitement or energy for plans you made in advance. 

She’ll meet you where you are, whether it’s cancelling plans and staying in, or going out anyway because you need a distraction. As long as she’s with you then she’s happy and it isn’t like she doesn’t do the same thing after a really bad case. 

Also, we know that you’re the only one she trusts to look after Sergio when she isn’t there, knowing you will be better having someone to cuddle, feed, and look after when you’re not on shift. You become Penelope’s version of Sergio too, as Emily instructs their tech analyst to keep an eye on you both when she can’t. 

She’d be keen to spoil you from time to time and indulges on takeout, trips to the movies, and wants to take you to as many amazing places on holiday as she possibly can. She knows it’s good to travel and to have a complete break from your daily routine. Plus, she knows so many people and so many languages that you’re spoilt on choices of where to stay next. 

JJ

I honestly feel like JJ would struggle having a first responder for a partner. She’d be such a Momma Bear that its both wonderful and intimidating.  Like, we know she and Will worked it out eventually with him being a cop, but the fear of losing you would be a big issue for the two of you for a while. As would be navigating how you both deal with the other’s feelings after a bad day on the job. It takes some trial and error before you get into the swing of things. 

For example, she would give the best pep talks and would also know just what to say after a bad day. 

“You did everything you could, sweetheart. I am so proud of you and you saved so many lives today. You may not have been able to save that one, but they knew you tried. They knew you were there and that you cared. That’s all we can ask for in the end. You are amazing and I’ve got you.” 

When you’re both home together, or if you’ve told her you’re having a rough shift, then bath times are a must. She normally has one run, with candles lit, by the time you get in the door. She is also keen to crack open a bottle of wine, or whatever you drink you want, to help you both relax as you lie together in the warm, soapy water and just forget everything for a little while. 

She’d also insist on you both leaving voice messages for the other when you were away, so you could wish the other a ‘goodnight’. It’s comforting to her but she also likes being able to share them with Henry too. 

Speaking of phones, this ex-media liaison would have so many alerts set up and contacts to call if she even suspects you may be out on a major incident. It’s honestly kind of mind-blowing how quickly she managed to get on the phone with your superior, after hearing you could be out on a job that had gone awry. She was in a different state at the time but wouldn’t hang up until they told her what had happened, where you were, and if you were alright. 

She’s also keen to support you in a practical sense, so offers to do loads of laundry for you between shifts and also cleans the house as a way of making sure you have a nice home to come back to. You’d be sure to return the favour when you could, but she likes doing it and being able to show her appreciation for you in such a basic but important way.

JJ would be way more relaxed leaving Henry with you if she’s away, knowing your training makes you like the best possible babysitter ever. 

That, and you cannot tell me that Henry would not worship the ground you walk on. After finding out what you do for work, that little angel would make siren noises whenever you’re in the car together - something you’re keen to encourage as “everyone knows the best part of the job is turning the siren on, JJ. Duh.”

Luke Alvez

Luke would be so proud and so scared for you sometimes, being a first responder. 

Luke would understand that you both have super stressful jobs so is keen to suggest a ’leave work at the door’ policy unless one of you really wants to share. He knows sometimes all he wants to do after a challenging case is walk in the door and face-plant on the sofa and he’d be a hypocrite if he didn’t let you do the same… that doesn’t mean he won’t reach over and gently pull of your boots for you, and leave a glass of something on the coffee table for when you feel like it.  

He is also a firm believer that Roxie cures everything, so would be only too happy to leave her with you when he’s out of town, so you can have all the cuddles and playtime you want. 

He also walks her by your work if he gets time so you can come out and sneak a cuddle if you’re not too busy or on a job. Roxie is now your work’s unofficial therapy dog and she loves her role - and the added attention very much. (And you best know she has her own little version of your uniform too).

I feel like he’s the kind of guy who would wake up with you if you have an early start, even if he doesn’t, just so he can cook breakfast and make you coffee in your favourite to-go mug. 

“You deserve to start your day in the right way, so go and enjoy your shower, baby, and it’ll be ready for you when you come out.”

He’d also leave you stupid little love notes in your bag too, knowing they make you smile when you find them later on. You also like to keep them and stick them in your locker for luck, and normally have one tucked in your pocket too. 

He’d also recommend different kinds of music for you to listen to on shift, making you playlists you can share and add to when you’re not together. It’s got so bad your co-workers refuse to let you have the aux when you’re driving around anymore as your choices are so varied they get whiplash. 

Luke also loves getting involved wherever he can, whether it’s donating time to help organise a fundraiser, bringing pizza by work, or going with you as a date to any formal events you’re invited to. He scrubs up niceeee and he loves seeing you all dressed up formal too. 

Penelope Garcia 

Penelope would worship the ground you walk on and frets about you like she frets about all her BAU babies when they’re out on a case - but WORSE.

So she does what she does best and compensates with love and kindness. She takes care of the people she loves and you would know that better than anyone. This queen would totally make you care packages and would make sure you had them delivered when you’re on shift. 

“You spend all your time taking care of other people, my real life knight in shining armour. The least I can do is make sure you have some fluffy socks, face masks, and other basic pamper essentials to take care of yourself! Oh, and don’t forget the protein shake I made for you! And stay hydrated! And be safe!”

She’d make sure to send gifts for your co-workers too. It’s why she’s the favourite spouse of all your colleagues and she’s greeted like the queen she is whenever she visits. 

Her cookies have earned her the unofficial title of ‘Star Baker’ and you best know there have been physical fights over them whenever you’ve left them in the crew mess. In fact, your boss has had to give you all warnings about it as a result, calling ‘dibs’ on them if you couldn’t all be trusted to share. 

She would also give you one of her many mascots for the dashboard of your rig, knowing that the little bobblehead or whatever will remind you of her when you’re out on a call. 

Speaking of calls, you know she is tuned in to all scanners / messaging systems so knows exactly where you are at all times, but especially if there is a call out. You best believe she is making sure you’re ok and has her eyes and ears open if you need help of any kind or back-up. 

As a result, you know she has been scolded more than once by Hotch and by the local authorities for interfering and hijacking calls when she thinks you’re being ignored or need assistance. 

Penelope would also be the first person to encourage you to attend some kind of support group, or seek out some kind of therapy, to help deal with all the stressful and traumatic things you deal with on a day to day basis. She would be only too happy to help you find one and would drive you there and back when she’s able. She’d even come along if you wanted her to. 

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer would be an incredibly proud partner and you know it. He would show his support in various different ways and would absolutely take any and all opportunities to remind people he’s dating a superhero (especially Morgan). He doesn’t understand why someone as amazing as you would choose to date someone like him. 

He would like giving you book recommendations so you always have something to read on shift. He’d give you his copies to borrow, so you can enjoy his pencil notes in the margins when he’s not with you. 

Not only that, but he’d also be happy to take recommendations from you too - no matter how different they may be from his usual reading material. That way you can both compare notes when you both get home and leave work behind for a moment.  

Also, you know Spence would be a fountain of knowledge about your job and has probably read up on anything he didn’t already know about your field. There isn’t a piece of jargon or code that he doesn’t know and he loves trying to use it when talking to your colleagues when he visits sometimes. It earns him their respect, which you know he would be nervous about, as your co-workers are like your second family. He’s that way with the BAU and he wants to impress the people who mean the most to you. 

His thirst for knowledge means he is always willing to let you practise different exercises on him and is keen to learn whatever you’re willing to tell him (something that has come in handy on many of his own cases). 

In return, he would like sharing whatever statistics he has memorised about the work you do. It’s also why he is so concerned about you, knowing how much your role takes out of you. His job is tiring and traumatic enough, but he is at least part of a big team and works only one case at a time. 

“I’m just saying sweetheart, it’s estimated that 30% of first responders develop behavioral health conditions including, but not limited to, depression and PTSD, as compared with 20% in the general population. If you ever want to talk to me or someone else, like a professional, then you know that’s ok.”

As much as he isn’t an overly affectionate person, I feel like he’d be the kind of person to buy you both those bracelets that you can tap and it sends a pulse to the other, letting them know you thought about them. It’s like a virtual tap on the shoulder just to let you both know they’ve got you and love you. 

He’d also drive the doctors insane if you ever got hurt on the job, yelling at them to double check their diagnosis if he even thinks you’re not getting the best treatment and care possible. 

He’d also insist on taking care of you during your recovery, not trusting anyone else to do it right - and he also has Dr Who primed for your entertainment. What could be better than that?

Masterlist

[spiritseeeker]

This singular frame was all it took to undo my very extreme hatred of Adam, Vivienne Medrano how dare you make me feel sympathy for this man-

Like, Adam before this scene? A blatant misogynist and a hypocrite who unabashedly revels in sinners' suffering. A guy who has no regard for anyone else, and who pisses pretty much every viewer off with patronizing jabs like "sorry sweetie" and "try to chillax, babe." Ugh, disgusting.

As the first man, it seems like he got an easy pass into Heaven. Maybe the angels were just saving face, given that their core pair of humans both took the fruit of knowledge of good and evil willingly, ordaining Adam on the technicality that "Eve did it first." But I think we can all agree that it was not on the merit of Adam's virtue.

And then Charlie draws blood during their fight in Episode 8, and, for the first time, Adam genuinely realizes he can be hurt. Like, for the first time in the duration of the show, in his entire fucking existence, someone shows him that he is not, in fact, an all-powerful symbol of power and superiority. He's just a guy with privilege who is just as vulnerable, just as flawed, just as human as the rest of them.

But once the mask is shattered, revealing the rather unexceptional man underneath, does Adam back down? Of course not—he doubles down. There's nothing worse than a narcissist who is virtually incapable of seeing the error of their ways, even when they're clearly backed into a corner. Bruised and bloody, he bellows that he's THE man; everybody should worship him.

For me, that pretty much hit the nail in the coffin. There was no redeeming a character like Adam (ironic, since he's one of the few characters in the show not in need of redemption).

So isn't it fitting, then, that his death didn't happen in some grand display requiring all of Lucifer or Charlie's might? Isn't it fitting that Adam falls to Niffty—not Lucifer, not an overlord, but a common sinner, who sees him as nothing more than a foot soldier that needs to be eliminated, a pest as easily squashed as a roach? For someone as self-aggrandizing as Adam, this has to be one of the most humiliating ways to die. The perfect end for an insufferable antagonist.

But nooo, Vivziepop didn't end it there.

Because INSTEAD, we hear Lute's heart-wrenching screams as she realizes that Adam has just been defeated; we see the look on her tear-streaked face when it registers just how badly he's been injured. The fear in her eyes at the prospect of living in a world without the angel she idolizes, the man she serves.

She's not concerned that she's just lost her arm, or that Vaggie is standing right there. In that moment, the only person in Hell is Adam, and all she wants is for him to stay with her.

Adam could have easily dismissed her feelings entirely. He could have spent his last breath hurling one last insult at Lucifer, getting the satisfaction of having the last word before his death. He could have thrown himself a pity party and cursed his fate.

Instead, this greedy, selfish, murderous fiend has the audacity to see Lute in his field of vision and flash her one last, tender smile.

We don't know for sure what Adam was thinking in this shot, but personally, I think it was something along the lines of I lost. Proud of you, Lute. I'll miss you. Goodbye.

Whatever his final thoughts are, we can surmise from his expression alone that he's accepted his fate, and that he's grateful his last seconds alive are locking eyes with someone who's important to him. Someone he cares about.

And THAT—that was enough to crack through that thick shell of hatred I'd developed for Adam and shatter it like the mask he wore for seven and a half episodes of the show. THAT 8-second moment was enough to make me reconsider my stance on Adam as an irredeemable villain.

(CURSE YOU, VIVIENNE!!!)

Does this scene cancel out all the heinous things Adam does throughout Season 1? All the lives he destroys, all the pain he causes to thousands upon thousands of souls? Absolutely not. But it does change my perception of Adam from "obnoxious egomaniac with no self-awareness" to "obnoxious egomaniac with no self-awareness that is a product of the flawed system he perpetuates."

And, I gotta wonder, what would Adam have been like if Heaven had been different?

[nights-at-crystarium]

on authenticity

My mood in the recent months keeps going from bad to worse. Today I randomly fell into the rabbit hole of checking out other patreon artists, which always grounds me in reality and cheers me up, perhaps in a weird way. Essay incoming \o/

Authenticity is a blob of a word that sounds almost pretentious nowadays. It gets sneered at. You either sell your soul, or you don't earn with your art.

What's authentic, being true to yourself, will vary from person to person. It's like a sliding scale of suffering that you will tolerate in exchange for a coin, while convincing yourself that you have fun.

The harsh truth of modern world is that if your art pays for your living, you've already reached success, no matter how you may feel about the type of content you actually make for that money. Insert the meme furry nsfw art here. Or not furry. Or even sfw, but comms, lots of comms every month. Or merch. Anything that sells. Products first, art second.

Marrying passion and profession is virtually impossible, yet I'm doing it, only thanks to your support. I'm acutely aware that, even as I choose to be "real" and talk about an artist's money-making in a raw way, it's still patreon talk, and yes, I'll plug the link as well, so technically this entire post is an ad *fingerguns*

I just feel so privileged being able to create whatever the fuck I want, literally, I take no comms/requests/guidance on what and how should I draw/write, I post experimental, sometimes provocative stuff, and still make enough to survive. This sole fact should get me through the day, whatever other struggles I may be facing currently (I am. I don't wanna talk about it rn, instead I distract myself with this text), I should always remember the unique place in life I managed to carve for myself.

There are madmen (gender-neutral) who toss $10-20 at me every month. The majority "only" pledges $1, the notorious tier that gets treated as a tip jar with no rewards by many other creators. All of my rewards are the same at $1 and $20 (save for the one-time digital artbook download at $10, just to be perfectly clear), it's a conscious choice and a risk I continue taking because it's how I am. I used to split rewards between tiers in the past, before xiv, and it was a lot of busy work while it made me treat my art less as art and more as product. This pic goes into the cheap box, this pic goes into the expensive box. Every month. It's. Definitely not for every artist.

Logistic hell of splitting and delivering rewards, different posts with less comments per post, also my discord roles/channels would have to be split, nowadays it's just patron, whether you give me $1 or $20, there's no visual disparity, you're hanging out in the same cool kids' club, and collectively making happy noises on Fragments Fridays.

Could I be making more money if I got rid of the $1 tier? Yeah. But, mercifully, after 2 years I don't need to. I legit make enough currently, my only worry is to keep what I have. Patrons don't stay forever, 2-5 people would leave every month, about the same number would join (hence my patreon ads, I need to keep people reminded of it, even if it makes me feel guilty every damn time). I did Research (tm) in the past to find out that my "bleeding" numbers are below average, i.e. it's good, people generally tend to stick around.

I put a lot of emphasis on the $1 because I'm kinda proud of what I managed to accomplish while staying self-detrimentally humble. Literally doing an impossible thing in a world that keeps burning down. So yeah if you've been feeling bad for only giving me $1, what matters is that there's enough $1s to make a difference. Together you're creating a phenomenon, and you should be proud.

There are many stupid little principles, hills that I'll die on, that make up my authenticity. I chose to speak of it here and now in order to sorta sell myself, so it feels hypocritical x'D But if I don't shine a spotlight on this, who will. I'm old and jaded and increasingly terrified of how insincere the internet's becoming. Everything's fake, sugarcoated, polished for sale. My art's always been a scream of defiance against all that, now that I'm more or less established, I wanna scream louder. Thanks for hearing my screams. You can scream with me too if you want.

[violetganache42]

Curious. What do you mean by this?

Back in late August, before the Yugipedia server became too much for me, I've seen some members talk about Aura (octomaidly on Twitter, @entamesubs on Tumblr) and their experiences with her, as well as a few comments outside of Discord. From what I've gathered:

She comes off as entitled because she acts like she owns SEVENS and GO RUSH!! as far as the Western audience is concerned all because she's the only one who is subbing them in the first place. A couple of people remarked that her entitlement really shows whenever she tweets out her going batshit over something like guessing Tremolo and Phaser are descended from space dragons. Being surprised at making an accurate guess is fine in of itself, but it sounded like she was… overreacting, so to speak.

She does not accept any criticisms people make towards the show; no one but her is right at every instance. (Honestly, them calling out her criticism-free levels of entitlement makes them hypocrites considering what I said about their infatuation for Yuna.) I should know because she blocked me on Twitter for criticizing the punching-bag treatment Manabu has been facing and Epoch getting away with cheating the first time she Dueled thanks to virtually no one but Yuhi noticing.

Whether they're for countering any criticisms or not, she will make bad takes at any given moment. One time, I got a reply from someone on Tumblr recalling the time she claimed Romin is a poorly written female lead and how SEVENS gave her a victory against Roa to compensate for that. Another time, she made a flimsy defense to Yudias' shoehorned qualification in the Galaxy Cup finals, something that several other people—myself included—were quick to question and call bullshit on.

She refuses to accept that her fansubs aren't always perfect and will get pissy whenever they are tweaked or revised to make them more accurate to what's being said in Japanese. One member left her Discord server because they saw her call Yugipedia and YGOrganization "rude and disrespectful" for making slight adjustments to her translations.

Seeing all these stories about Aura coupled with my two "encounters" with her ultimately made me lose respect for her work with subbing the Bridge era. Why bother watching a subbed anime if the person translating it is an annoying, immature brat?

[storiesfromvenus]

Virtual Meet - day 4: Virtual Worlds

day 3 of scifi september by @thepromptfoundry :], the universe of Nova City comes again! with two new faces

As a rule of thumb when living in a corrupted virtual version of a city, you don’t use your real name.

 It’s common practice, all things considered. In cyberspace, it is fair to blend in and keep yourself a secret. In Nova City, you are practically online all the time, so better get used to it when you’re in a neocity such as this. 

 Another rule of them is, cybermobs practically run this city. As a matter of fact, the concept of a neocity was because of such rampant ongoing criminal activity, they created these microcities, such as Nova, to place these cybermobs somewhere else, as a way to ‘combat’ the unwanted injustice.

 Look where that got them. 

***

“You’re a wanted criminal,” she said, staring at him as if he were somebody to be admired instead of feared. She’d be a hypocrite for fearing, her killcount is much higher than his, “a lethal assassin. Hitman. Gunslighter.” 

 Striker stared at her, a little intimidated by a pink haired woman who was a couple inches shorter than he was, she wore a turtleneck, her frame wrapped snugly by a gold and black jacket with too many zippers to count, and tight jeans with laced boots.

 She had her arms crossed, folded neatly against her chest, her hair tied in a ponytail. And a smile, a smile which could kill.

 “Striker, is it?”

 Striker’s eyes widened, how would she know that? 

 The woman apparently read his mind when she responded, “I know a lot of things about the folks in this webspace, y'know. You especially, you’re pretty infamous in the main cities.”

 Striker shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat, clever girl.

 After a moment of silence, the woman leaned forward, pointed to herself and said, “would you like to know my name, fellow friend?”

 Striker pondered this for a moment, staring at the woman, her violet-gray eyes had studied him with such keen curiosity, but Striker knew better, in cyberspace, you can’t trust anyone. 

 In these neocities, you have to trust yourself and your own survival. 

 Even at a cost.

 But, he wouldn’t mind amusing her for a bit.

 He grinned at her, shrugging, “why not. You already know my biography, why not tell me yours?”

  The woman seemed to have liked that response, her eyes shimmering with delight.

  She tilted her head to the side, her eyes still shimmering, she smiled and said, “Stella. It is certainly a good time to have met you.”

[star--nymph]

Seren Cousland :)

Ah yes, the DA Disney princess of my heart.

Full Name: Queen Seren Aderyn Cousland, Warden Commander and Hero of Ferelden, Arling of Amaranthine, Second Born of Highever Gender and Sexuality: Trans woman and Bisexual Pronouns: She/Her Ethnicity/Species: Fereldan//Human Birthplace and Birthdate: Castle Cousland, Highever//4th Bloomingtide 9:11 Dragon Guilty Pleasures: You know those dog treats you make for your mabari at camp? She loves those. Phobias: Water/Swimming, Close Spaces (Fuck the Deep Roads), Fire. What They Would Be Famous For: Absolutely annihilating the Archdemon and saving Fereldan several times. Also looking super cute while she does it. What They Would Get Arrested For: lol murdering Loghain's entire army in a fit of rage. Also, murder in general. Seren has killed a lot of people she should be in jail. OC/Canon You Ship Them With: Alistair and Morrigan are her true loves. Anora and Seren are gonna have hate sex. It's great. She is a master of ROMANCE. OC/Canon Most Likely To Murder Them: Lol I mean. Howe sure did try, didn't he? And Loghain. Also Cullen but he doesn't have the balls. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: ROMANCE AND LOVE BALLADS!!! Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Don't make her watch a historical movie, please, she's a good girl she deserves better than to be so boooreddddd. Talents and/or Powers: singing, dancing, charming the pants off everyone around her, having an unusual amount of strength for someone of her size, herbs collection and making. Why Someone Might Love Them: Seren is such a bubbly little darling and all she wants to do is have fun and cheer people up. She'll sing you a song if you're feeling down or dance around a campfire with you. And my God, is she loyal. If she loves you, Seren will do anything for you. Why Someone Might Hate Them: She is a spoiled brat by design. She's been sheltered all her life and given virtually everything she wanted until nineteen, so you can expect that she acts like a princess even after Origins. She's also a giant hypocritic and likes to bend her own rules to fit her needs. I can imagine why people would hate her--Seren isn't exactly the forgiving or humble people. She has a temper that has ended in bloodshed before any questions were asked. She also put Alistair in power out of sheer revenge and spite towards the noble class because she felt slighted by them. How They Change: Seren started out as someone who wanted a grand adventure and who believed that the world was full of good, kind people. That she can trust those who her father called allies. Turned out, all those stories she was serenaded with was a lie. So now she's jaded and resentful, but you wouldn't be able to see it what with that pretty smile plastered on her face. Why You Love Them: Seren was my first DA OC and I love her to bits. She will always have a special place in my heart as my one true warden. ALSO SHE SO CUTE AND SILLY AND MEAN!!!

[enricocavillo]

#7

After meeting Kat Vicious and engaging in an excessively exposure, ending-career contract for being terribly advised, Enrico faced a psychological Tsunami. This last deal was the beginning of a bloodshed.

Despite the bad publicity, Enrico chose to continue boosting his image with Kat, afraid of the gay rumours and in respect for her integrity (Good or bad, it didn't make a difference at this point). He unconsciously inflicted himself suffering for his idiocy.

Capone (Nervous and ashamed for messing up and having to pass the task of damage control to a narcissist): Enrico, don't bother. J. here is a tough manager and has great strategies. They are not always moral, but, helpful.

Enrico (With tears in his eyes, almost crying like a baby): What do you mean by "not always moral"? All I've ever wanted was people to love me.

J.: That's how we are going to reverse the situation on your behalf. The goal here, is to save your asses and deviate the attention.

Enrico (A little behind in thinking): How can we reverse that? My spectators hate me!

J.: That's what we want. Your team made a huge mistake (Looking at Capone). Now, we clean the mess without making you all accountable. That's my job, cleaning the mess of other actors' managers (Looking at Capone, again).

J.: By teasing your spectators, we make them mad and responsible for this mess and you, will be THE VICTIM! Believe me! Your toxic spectators will love you again!

Enrico (Still slow in reasoning): I still don't understand how making them mad would help. They will eat me alive!

J.: You are already being seen as a hypocrite. You can't be accountable, for it would show it was a management mistake and a fake plot. We can't allow that, for it would destroy the reputation of Capone, the womanizer image you built and people would start saying you are gay, which isn't a very nice way to be seen in this industry and that would be your end as an actor in Dollywood.

J.: Making them react with rage will allow us to reinforce the straight stereotype and blame them for the bad publicity that was, actually, caused by your team's mistakes, your lack of discernment and fear of showing your truth. There's no other way. You can't show weakness. Otherwise, they will destroy you. You will have to play along so we can destroy them. See it as a virtual game.

Enrico (Completely lost and surrendered): And how are we going to do that?

J.: By keeping Vicious as your PR (Enrico didn't seem to enjoy that plan very much, but....) and putting one spectator against the other. Then, a part will do our job and sell you as a victim, while we reinforce all that with fake spectator pages to manipulate the rest.

J.: We will tease your spectators with this idea, until exhaustion, accusing them of jealousy, hitting hard, until they are tired of it and give up. Meanwhile, some will help us convince others you were the victim of bad management and an unknown wannabe, gulable for fame.

Enrico: But, that's insane, immoral, disrespectful! Did Kat agree to that?

J.: Are you kidding? That's all she wants! She's an exhibitionist. (Enrico continues silent) Do you prefer to have this plot revealed and to be exposed as a gay escort? (Enrico, completely tormented, looks at J, while opening his arms in the air as asking the Universe for an answer, and says nothing).

J.: (Understanding Enrico's reaction as a "yes") Hum! That's what I thought. (Smiling and pointing to Vicious) It won't be that bad. You will get free b**w j*b as a plus.

Kat: (Dismissing ironically, masking and happy to see the plan she had in mind, worked): Oh, Enrico! I feel so sorry for the repercussion you had with your latest self promotion (Cynically smiling). But, don't worry. I'm gonna help you (Says her, while Enrico, silently and pathetically, just stands there in agreement, as the perfect duck).

[the-good-old-reaper]

I'm doing that thing again where I think about my partner whilst trying to sleep and my brain is like "remember when you could hold them, remember when you shared a space together, remember when XYZ"

Here's an important fact about long distance relationships everyone, whether they be friendships or romantic relationships, long distance sucks ass, it doesn't matter how many apps are made that specifically cater towards your type of relationship situation like an app that let's you watch movies together or an app that sends virtual hugs and kisses, nothing inside this stupid little electrical contraption I keep in my pocket and type my thoughts onto right now will ever truly replace that feeling of being with them, holding their hands and kissing them and hugging them, watching a movie laying side by side with snacks and cold beverages. These apps they are all barely a fraction of the feelings produced when doing the real thing at least in my experience.

I slag off LD relationships a lot not because I don't think they work out or out of some sort of "dating purist" philosophy I mean if I did I'd be a massive hypocrite it's just the fact that I don't think enough people understand the amount of work and struggle that goes into maintaining this kind of relationship.

I feel like people who've never been in a long distance relationship think of this as an easy thing "just text and call them everyday" kind of mentality but really it's incredibly emotionally taxing and basically the greatest test of patience ever devised, when one of you feels sad it's soul crushing not being able to physically comfort them sure you can call them but a phone call isn't the same as a hug, you spend so much time hoping schedules line up so you can meet up eventually which can be expensive since you have to deal with travel costs and other expenses like hotels and that's difficult if you like me have absolutely 0 travel experience and have yet to even take a significant trip anyway so don't know how to do literally anything when if comes to long distance travelling there's a reason in my relationship that's lasted 2.4 years we've met face to face exactly once luckily it gets easier after the first attempt since we've already got another meet up planned for November to which the months feels like centuries, being unable to sit and just chill together physically a silent phone call isn't the same as you two quietly, blissfully side by side just enjoying each other's presence.

This is just a short list long distance is some not everyone can do because at times it feels like having golem levels of patience is a basic requirement.

I love my partner she is the light of my life and I am more than willing to put up with all the issues that come with this type of relationship for an ungodly amount of time because I love and cherish her more than I will ever give a fraction of a shit about the struggle currently a lot of what I attempt professionally is merely to facilitate a life for us both.

The more I do this the more I realise the best part of long distance relationships, the greatest moment in any long distance relationship is the pico second, the very small fraction of a moment in time so small you'd need a clock so precise that'd it take centuries just to figure out how to number the face of it is when a long distance relationship becomes just a relationship. I'm still waiting, biding my time each tik waiting for that moment.

[collymore]

What's your percentage cut Boris, from the Military Industrial Complex?

By Stanley Collymore

You Boris Kamal: Turkish ancestry and USA born yet proselytizing yourself under the Johnson name as the distinctively archetypal Englishman that, self-evidently, you obviously are not but nevertheless projecting yourself openly, as part and parcel of that literally historic mindset, that has clearly plagued very specifically, the UK's military adventures; actually, culminating in disastrous forays, distinctively into the Middle East, and blithely elsewhere. Quite specifically, the so-called Third World. Obviously, surely a toxically verminous and basically, distinctly odious ilk as in the past can still undoubtedly be noxiously found significantly strutting and actually bellowing rather maddening and fervently for war, crucially so throughout British history. Rather evidently though, whenever the shooting starts are to be found hiding in the shadows. These vile sooks. Onward Christian soldiers; you all in your virtual signalling but fake patriotism cry, while quite hypocritically rather fanatically waving the Union Jack. Simply specifically, clearly assumingly though, generally letting these quite distinctly, cannon fodder of yours unquestionably know that should they literally make it back home, they'll obviously find you in the local, pub's bar.

(C) Stanley V. Collymore 5 April 2024.

Author's Remarks: Britain cannot conscionably continue to support a supposed ally that manifestly basically has no regards whatsoever for international law. And as such naturally damages us obviously as a country. For that reason alone Benjamin Netanyahu and his regime must face just actions for their recalcitrant genocide and vile barbarity!

With Boris this quite particular apple hasn’t fallen that far from the tree. His paternal Turkish grandfather was the instrumental figure that actually persuaded the Ottoman Emperor to get involved in World War One on the side of Germany. German lost that war and with belligerent retribution the victors turned on Turkey and dismantled the Ottoman Empire. But not before Kamal Snr, armed with all the money that he could sequester from that now defunct empire, and bearing in mind the very influential job he had as chief advisor to the Sultan himself, ditched his Turkish wife and married his French Caucasian mistress.

A very cynical arrangement on Kamal’s part, as with his French European white wife whose mother was English, Kamal Snr successfully bribed the British Home Office to give him British citizenship, even though he had no intention of residing in Britain. As with a British passport it was far easier to get into the United States where he simply wanted to be. And he managed that quite okay. The principal problem being that he found the USA unwelcoming to his sort. Make of that what you will.

I shan’t bore you anymore with a history lesson pertaining to this family, as you can quite easily research the information for yourself. What is significant for me is that Boris was born in the USA; he’s intrinsically racist and discernibly as well actually without any principles, if indeed he knows what these are. He’s in my view, and I trained as a psychiatric nurse many years ago as my regular readers know and in that capacity worked with lunatics of all kinds who were sectioned to the hospital where I worked.

Without any vacillating on my part Boris Kamal, alias Johnson, is a deeply inured and very dangerous sociopath and psychopath. But that’s his problem and those of you who just as dementedly think that the sun shines out of his ass. Crucially also for me is that this man whose grandfather took the Ottoman Empire into a war against Britain in which Britain and Empire casualty figures were these: 418,361 killed; 167,172 died of wounds; 113,173 died of disease or injury; 161,046 missing and presumed dead; and 16,332 were prisoner of war deaths. Yet this man became Prime Minister of Britain, and now ousted there are still considerable numbers of you who categorically want him back as such.

There is no accounting for stupidity, and Britain is riddled with idiots. Boris is only interested in money – I wonder why, considering his roots – and avidly supports Ukraine whose murderous Waffen SS record during World War 2  - as Ukraine was on Germany’s side not ours is well documented; and those Boris and his ilk to this day are lauding still celebrate in the 21st Century, Adolf Hitler’s birthday. And had it not been for Russia Britain would have profoundly had its ass kicked in on the Eastern Front. Go check them out and why those that the right-wingers, Nazis, and their supportive media rags that supported the Third Reich during World War 2, are all avid Boris Kamal’s supporters.

Yet the likes of Boris are the very ones if war breaks who’ll quickly ditch their bogus patriotism but defend Britain all the same to the last drop of someone else’s blood. So you’re quite welcome to this HERO of yours!

[velvetroomkeeper]

Remind me, at what point in DR3 did we see Teruteru own up to the fact that he had equal responsibility for what went wrong in the first trial? At what point did Fuyuhiko and Peko sit down and apologize to Mahiru and Hiyoko for getting the former killed and framing the latter as her murderer? For that matter when did Fuyuhiko apologize to Mahiru for murdering her best friend and hiding that from her for a year at Hope's Peak? When did Hiyoko apologize for being a bully to Mikan over the years, along with the others for enabling or ignoring it?

And at what point did Hajime apologize to every last one of the Remnants for being the one most to blame for getting them into their mess to begin with? Unlike them, he had far more autonomy as Kamukura. He had the power to stop Junko and save Chiaki. But didn't. He could have neutralized and captured all of the Remnants, and ended the Tragedy early if he wanted. But didn't. Instead he pissed around for years, before "honoring" Chiaki's dying wish by sabotaging a program meant to save her friends, put them through another shitty fucking Killing Game, and got two thirds of them in a coma. Yet not a one of them resents him for that.

But for some reason, this conversation is always directed solely at Nagito for you people. It's fucking childish. DR3 as a whole is pretty crap when it comes to character development and depth. There's only three characters I can think of off the top of my head who feel improved upon thanks to it. Natsumi thanks to being a more fully fleshed out character. Kyoko for showing some evolution in her decision to not sacrifice Makoto like she did in THH. And...Nagito. The OVA is unironically the best written part of the anime as a whole, because it adds extra layers of depth and complexity to him. And does subtly imply that his mindset is beginning to change upon waking up, and likely will continue to do so going forward.

Wow congratulations you completely missed the point have a gold star

My main issue was the lack of remorse or proper development

Teruteru learned the hard way what his actions lead to

Fuyuhiko made it evident that he feels guilty over his actions and actively tries to be better

And hiyoko is at least trying to be better to mikan

And hajime faces the problem he created and fixes it

Just calling me a hypocrite for not seeing the other characters apologize misses the point entirely

My reasoning for targeting nagito is that of all the students he’s the one who caused the most damage without being a remnant

(Also you didn’t even mention izuru for dr3)

I’m where do where do we see that are you referring to the it wasn’t a bad dream scene because in context it feels more like it’s referring to the fact that he had friends in the virtual world considering not to long ago he called this world stupid

But hey what would I know I’m just a stupid anti making a fool of myself I couldn’t possibly understand the nagito has been through the wringer his whole life or that he wasn’t faking his personality or that his obsession with hope is a coping mechanism to deal with stress and danger

No pay no mind to me

[lyonfreddie]

this is completely self-serving but behold, a chronological list of everything that’s gone wrong in my life in just the past 2.5 weeks:

5/24: almost missed my flight home from canada

5/25: goes back to work and finds out the moms for liberty transphobic bookbanning hate group booked my museum/workplace for an event at the end of june and staff are signing a petition to cancel the event. the contract for the event was signed in DECEMBER and we just found out about it NOW. LMAO

5/26: incompetent coworker made a huge mistake in gift entry over a month ago and i just uncover it now and have to fix it (because he sure as shit won’t)

5/28: succession series finale

5/30: emergency town hall meeting @ work where many lgbtq+/poc employees share emotional, tearful personal testimony with our ceo (who says he’s listening) to cancel the moms for liberty event

5/31: renewed a museum membership for war criminal karl rove

6/1: ceo announces in the allstaff meeting that we are NOT going to cancel the moms for liberty event. staff are openly weeping. one staff member quits on the spot. ceo twists our mission statement to serve his own batshit narrative and clearly doesn’t give two shits about lgbtq+ staff. full-body breakdown number 1.

6/2: goes to an ice cream shop for a nice milkshake to cheer myself up and a random dude wordlessly steals it from the counter right in front of my face on the hottest day of the year so far like are you fucking serious

6/3: has to work a midday event and pretend i’m proud of where i work. then i decide to drive home to pet my puppies only to find someone stole my headlights and side mirrors and broke one of my car’s windows???? i had to call the police and file my first police report. full-body breakdown number 2.

6/4: car gets towed. i go home with my parents.

6/5: i take the day off work and stay home to pet my dogs. news stories start to break about the event at the museum, people start calling wanting to cancel their memberships and sever ties with the museum. i get the voicemails on my phone.

6/6: we get talking points for phone calls/feedback and they are complete dogshit. i realize i am in a position where i’m perfectly capable of doxxing our entire board of directors. SPLC designates the moms for liberty as a certified extremist group, which would have helped immensely on june 1st, but fucking whatever. have to work ANOTHER event, this one in the evening, and pretend again like i’m happy to work at the museum.

6/7: horrendous wildfire smoke, but i go into the office because i have to print and mail 120 memberships and don’t want to do any amount of work for a ceo who fucking sucks and also i’m getting like 5 calls an hour from people telling us to cancel the event and i agree with them 100% but cannot say that!!!!

6/8: staff are openly sobbing in the office because all of our diversify living history partners are (rightfully) boycotting the museum for this decision. everyone’s jobs are 10x harder. support networks that staff have spent 6 YEARS building up with vulnerable communities in the region evaporate overnight. our crowning special exhibit on a free black man from philadelphia who fought in the rev war and used his war experience to inform his later fight for abolition & voting rights now looks completely hypocritical. because of ONE MAN’S DECISION.

6/9: work anxiety finally hits and i’m sick to my stomach all day. i get to wfh at least. there’s a board meeting, but it’s virtual, and they’re all rich people who live on another fucking planet, so they have no idea how absolutely abysmal morale is. a protest is held on the plaza outside at 6pm.

6/10: i have a daytrip planned with friends that i have been looking forward to all week. one might say it was all that was getting me through the week. i call an uber to take me to the train station with time to spare. the uber gets stuck behind a fucking trash truck and i have to cancel the uber and on my friends because i’ve missed the train completely. bawling on my bedroom floor before 9am. my dad calls and i try to explain to him why moms for liberty are filth and he doesn’t believe me. full-body breakdowns numbers 3 and 4 and 5!

the funniest thing is literally all of these things are outside of my control. so like.  why do i even try. lol

[papirouge]

i do consider myself to be pro-death penalty because i don't think there is any other way of keeping children and women safe except to put down child molesters and rapists like the filth they are. if a bunch of innocent men have to die to keep thousands of children safe, then that's fine.

it's easy to pretend that's all wrong and Bad from a safe position such as yours. i've watched rapists leave prison & simply re-offend & come back & sit there for another few years before they get to go out & do it all over again.

but sure 'im a bad christian. unlike your make up wearing ass who spends all day on the internet

Sorry but your last sentence makes your sound clownish and unecessary bitter considering that I literally got flack for stating Christian women shouldn't wear make up🤡 and you should be the very least to lecture me about "spending all day on the internet" when sending mean spirited anonymous message is peak terminally online behavior.

NOW,

you can't call yourself Christian and in the same time disregard God commandments, of which is the condemnation of murder.

It's very telling how you can't possibly handle an alternative to killing people while granting people safety. So, let me introduce you to the concept of

🪷🌼prisons🌼🪷

I'm actually very pro incarceration and think this while "abolish prison" is ridiculous and dangerous. I also think we should put up harsher sentences for sex predators and lock up any violent offender (no electronic bracelet).

But locking them up has the benefit of actually leave room for them to repent and give their life to God to eventually live forever, free from sin.

What "Christians" like you fail to realize, is that you truly aren't any better than these felons. As sinners, we ALL deserve to die - eternally, in the fire pits of hell. You read the Bible professing God's love for Humanity but can't process this into reality. You are the type of Christians who love talking about God's love as something relevant only for "good people" (which is actually impossible because we ALL fall short from goodness because only God is Good).

I remember that post from a Christian blogger quoting Bible verses, but replacing the names of sinners with tangible people/demographics of our world, that Christians love antagonizing (such as the gays, BLM activists, trans people, liberals, feminists, the wokes™, etc.) AND IT MAKE CHRISTIANS SOOO ANGRY. WHY? Because Christians like you see God love as something 'virtual', and never as something palatable that we should apply to EVERYONE, INDISCRIMINATELY.

Never forget that Jesus died for the very same felons you want to see dead have eternal life. You are not special. If God made you live that long despite being a sinner at some point of your life (we are ALL born sinner), why should felons be killed for being in the same circumstances ? Why shouldn't they be granted time to repent and get right with God?

There are not a single crime that cannot be forgiven by God.

By asking to see them dead, you are no better than the hypocrites pharisees looking down "more sinful" people, and thinking they are so better & more deserving than them.

It's insane how you people have the audacity to call yourselves Christians when there's nothing Christlike inside of you.

And miss me with assuming I've been "safe" from witnessing sexual violence/offense retaliation when my own dad brutalized my mom & sisters, and almost killed my entire family when I was a baby. Stop thinking that because people aren't as cruel as you, we are sheltered individuals who never had to face evilness firsthand. But unlike you, I came through my anger and forgave.

[ithisatanytime]

中山美穂 「CATCH ME」1987年

 i know im going off but this really needs to be said, christians according to the western widely accepted view of Christianity are supposed to forgive their enemies no matter what, always all the time. by this interpretation of the gospel we are conveniently completely without recourse if say a hostile tribe of steppe people wanted to impersonate our ancient ancestors and then used this position of power to rape our kids and cut their dicks off, we would simply have to love them! thats a tough pill to swallow because i love my so- err daughter but jesus said and i mean damn i just want to grill for petes sake! the flip side of this interpretation we are commanded to love hitler! theres no getting around this, either there are no exceptions to the love thine enemy commandment or there are exceptions! no mention of hitler, racism, or genocide in the bible, so therefore we are commanded not just to tolerate hitler but to love him. well thats easy as hell for me because i do genuinely love hitler, and next to Jesus there has been no greater hero on the face of the earth period!

 indeed we are commanded to love our enemies and to forgive our brothers infinitely, for we are all one in christ jesus EXCEPT! some of us clearly arent, john 8:44 has the man jesus christ himself talking to a contemporary of his, a fellow jew, the jew says basically “are we not both children of abraham?” and jesus responds “if you were of my father you would do as my father does, but instead you tell lies and murder people like your father the devil who invented those things” im paraphrasing but just google john 8:44 and if im even SLIGHTLY misrepresenting this i beg you to correct me. but thats not all, our lord and savior, the gentle lamb, FASHIONS A FUCKING WHIP AND WHIPS JEWISH MONEY CHANGERS IN THE TEMPLE, and not only that he is prophesied to return in revelations with a FLAMING SWORD FOR A TONGUE, WEARING A BLOOD STAINED ROBE AND LEADING AN ARMY AGAINST THE SYNAGOGE OF SATAN.  who are they? are we supposed to l-love them?

rev 2:9 and 3:9 are virtually the same, look them up yourself, behold i will make of them the SYNAGOGE OF SATAN, who say they are JEWS BUT ARE NOT and i will make them to worship at your feet so they know i have loved you.

 i am constantly i feel doing a balancing act on here with the religious side of the present and the science/historical side, i came to my conclusions the secular way first and only after did i find out there was no dichotomy at all between my two understandings of the world. but its more about perception here, i wouldnt want the skeptically minded to see my posts about the bible and presume i developed my worldview without skepticism or scientific rigor, likewise when i talk about the culture of critique and how modern judaism functions as a group evolutionary strategy i would put off my christian brothers and sisters. regardless this post is still relevant whether or not you are a christian are in any ways religious, its about a hypocritical manner in which a religion is taught and practiced.

[nymphiria]

BUNNY G!RL

☰ BUNNY HYBRID GF — GENSHIN IMPACT

ಇ feat: tighnari, dottore, pierro, scaramouche

— cw: bunny!fem!reader, biting, experimentation, sex toys, predator-prey kink, degradation, praise, pet nicknames (darling, angel, etc), use of clones, rough sex, ear & tail pulling, breeding kink, pussy eating, knotting mention, dry humping, somnophilia, scaramouche being a hypocrite, MDNI 18+

ᨳ TIGHNARI

it’s a miracle how tighnari hasn’t taken a bite out of you with the way he stares you down on the regular. the look that he gives you is nothing short of a predator watching it’s prey. tighnari can’t help it, though. even while you’re doing everyday tasks, you just look so fuckable — something vulnerable for him to have his way with. it definitely doesn’t help his case when your cute ears and tail trigger his fox instincts like nothing else.

as head forest ranger, it’s his job to form the patrol schedules (including patrol pairings). fortunately for tighnari, the only partner you’ve ever been paired with is him. he prefers for the both of you to take the night shift and deceives the other rangers into believing he’s doing it so that they can get some sleep — the caring smile he’s giving them masking his true intentions.

patrolling the forest at night gives him the perfect opportunity to really act on his dark, perverted fantasies in a way that is virtually impossible in the light of day. with the luminescence of the moon being your only lighting, your mind races with fear as you sprint through the avidya forest as fast as you can. the only word of warning that tighnari gives you is “run” before he’s retreating into the darker part of the forest. although you can’t see him, you know that he’s watching you — much closer than he leads you to believe.

it isn’t long before the thrill of the chase wears off and he wants his prey right there in that moment. when your front hits the bottom of the forest floor, he has his teeth on your neck and his hard cock rutting into your ass. there’s no point in reasoning with him at this point — he’s a feral animal.

“sit fucking still. you’re not leaving until you’ve taken my knot.”

ᨳ DOTTORE

you are by far dottore’s favorite “patient”, always so eager to please and willing to do whatever tests he comes up with for the day. each morning when he comes to collect you, you always greet him with a chirpy “good morning, doctor!” that makes him blush harder than he would like to admit. his other test subjects don’t even dare to look at him without permission. but you? you’ll be bouncing up from your plush bed to cling to him like a lost puppy. his subordinates never dare to question why your room is more lavish than the other subjects, because who are they to question the harbinger?

dottore’s obsession with your ears and tail comes second to none. even he finds it a little grimy how his cock instantly hardens at the thought of stroking your cute, cotton puff. while he takes your temperature or inspects your mouth, he always finds himself absentmindedly caressing your soft ears — a habit he should’ve broken so he didn’t get attached to you, but it’s too late now. his favorite, though, is tugging on your fluffy tail while his face his buried in your pussy. while he’s busy eating you out like a man starved, his diligent fingers are massaging and pulling on the soft appendage just to make your moans even whinier.

the only thing that intrigues dottore more than your cute hybrid appearance is your heat cycles. oh, gods, does he love them so fucking much. usually you’re too shy to ask him to fuck you because it’s “too embarrassing” or whatever. but when your mind is hazy and your pussy’s aching? you’re begging for cock every time he turns around. when you’re in this state, you’ll let him do virtually anything he wants.

if he’s feeling cruel, he’ll make you ride a glass dildo that’s just small enough to where you’re not satisfied. if you’re good like you usually are, he’ll lay you back on your velvety bed and fill you with his cum for hours on end. once his balls are drained and you’re still clinging to him for more, he’ll have one of his clones take his place — swapping them out until his bunny is properly bred.

“you’ll get your fill. now stop squirming and be patient, darling.”

ᨳ PIERRO

pierro likes for you to be docile — an obedient doll that acts proper and ladylike to please her lover. on any ordinary day, he quite enjoys taking you with him for a simple stroll or to sit quietly in his office as he works. but the ordinary days never last forever, especially when your heat comes in full force to disrupt the peace. you, previously so shy around him, are now a feral creature with only filthy urges plaguing your mind. it’s a complete one-eighty compared to your normal self — it sort of scares him.

sex is no stranger to pierro. though he prefers more romantic acts of love, he can never find it in him to refuse himself once he sees you dressed so prettily in your layered dresses. in fact, he would say that he quite enjoys seeing you in such a debauched state. but every day? almost every two hours? he’s a busy man, constantly tired due to his work, and his body can’t keep up.

if pierro is too consumed with his work to visit your chambers, you gladly take the opportunity to sit on his lap to get yourself off against his bulge. god help him when he actually comes to your bedroom — your heightened libido has him knocked out before the night is over. he can usually take up to two rounds but never seven. it hurts for you, he knows this, which is why he gave you permission to keep going even if he’s out cold. he can’t have his pretty bunny suffering on her own.

“d-do what you need to do, angel. i’m right here for you.”

ᨳ SCARAMOUCHE

a filthy animal with disgusting urges — that’s how scaramouche regards you. if anyone dares to ask him about you, he spits out that you are a thorn in his side and he only keeps you around out of pity. the balladeer makes it a point to openly disregard your very existence in the public eye to remind you of your place beneath him. but no matter how much it breaks your little heart, you know better than to voice your grievances.

once the moon rises and his estate is a little quieter, he becomes much softer than his daytime persona would lead anyone to believe. almost every night he has one of his underlings fetch you from your chambers, his voice making them think you may be in some sort of trouble. the agent gives you a pitiful look as they send you into your assumed demise — you’re perfectly fine. scaramouche would rather throw himself off of the top of tenshukaku than let anyone know what he does with you in his office.

the moment that the door to his workspace is closed, he’s on you. practically tearing your clothes off of your body, he refuses to wait any longer to feel you underneath him. not even seconds later and your hips are pulled towards him with your face pressed against the floor. as he fumbles with his clothing, he’s spitting hot venom into your ear — you ignore the slight moan etched into the cruel words he’s throwing at you. “look at you. you’re a dirty animal in heat just waiting to get her pussy stuffed,” he chokes out as he pumps his cock. ironic he says that when he’s the one that’s so eager to be balls deep inside of you.

he always fucks you like it’s his last night on the earth — marks litter your body and your legs never seem to work afterward. all of his previous orgasms drip down your legs and onto the tatami mat flooring (which he’ll force you to clean up once he regains his senses). the next day, he acts like nothing happened — resuming his daily routine of squashing your existence under his shoe. it’s a little funny, though, how he acts like he’s in control when really you’re the one that owns him.

“don’t you dare start dripping onto the floors, you filthy wench. you’re not worth the cleanup.”

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[alisonsfics]

an actual hero

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (little bit of biker!bucky)

summary: you’ve been john walker’s girlfriend since high school. he’s the only man you’ve ever loved, but that may change when a certain serum causes him to risk your life.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: tfatws spoilers, violence, choking (in a violent, not sexual manner), concussion, passing out, john walker going on a rampage

You saw the news and you were instantly worried. There was a big fight going down with the Flag-smashers. Then you saw him.

John.

Your boyfriend since high school.

Your second half.

He was there, fighting against the Flag-smashers. You both had butted heads over the Flag-smashers issue. You agreed with their goals, but just thought they were approaching it the wrong way. John disagreed. He hated them, truly hated them.

You didn’t blame him after what happened to Lemar, but you had never seen this kind of rage in him. He was consumed by it. You assumed that Lemar’s death and the pressure to be a good Captain America were taking a toll on him.

You knew you had to stop him. The news showed him fighting with the kind of rage that made your skin crawl. You knew you had stop him before he made an irreversible mistake.

You raced down there as fast as you could. You found John instantly. He grabbed one of the Flag-smashers by the neck and held them up against the wall. His feet dangled helplessly below them. John held him up in the air with virtually no effort. He seemed strong, too strong.

“John! You have to stop this” you yelled at him, trying to deescalate the situation. He was shocked to hear your voice. He dropped his grip and turned to face you.

By now, you had gained the attention of Sam and Bucky, who were confused about the mysterious woman who had just appeared.

You hoped he would turn to see you and recognize that he had gone too far. Instead, you only saw anger in his eyes when he looked at you. The Flag-smasher ran away from John, past you. “You’re letting him get away” John said, trying to run past you.

You stepped into his path, putting your hands on his chest. “Please, John. You’re taking this too far” you begged him to stop. You didn’t see any sign of hesitance in his eyes before he shoved you into the road.

You fell to your knees on the rough pavement. You could already tell that you had cut up your hands as you tried to soften your fall. You quickly stood up, not wanting to be in the road when a car drove by.

You still had Bucky’s attention. He was still confused about how you knew John. Him and Sam both watched as you picked yourself up off the ground.

Then, you were blinded by a pair of headlights. One of the armored trucks was coming straight for you. You froze.

You felt every muscle in your body go still. You fought to get your legs to move, so you could run away. Your body stayed firm in its place.

“She’s not moving” Bucky mumbled, before running towards you. His whole body slammed into you, as he pushed you out of the street. You got the wind knocked out of you, and you landed flat on your back on the hard concrete.

Bucky came crashing down on top of you. It took you a few seconds to realize what had just happened. Your senses were on overdrive.

You looked at the unfamiliar man above you who was staring straight back at you. You knew him from the news, but you had never met him. “Are you okay?” He asked you, carefully. You were still in shock, so you nodded your head.

“You just saved my life” you said, breathlessly. He just gave you a small smile, before rolling himself off of you. He winced and got up on his feet. You felt him grab your hands as he helped you stand up.

You felt light-headed as soon as you stood up; you felt a throbbing pain in the back of your head. “Wait...my head kind of—” you started to say before you blacked out.

Bucky panicked as he watched you start to go limp. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you up. He swept his arm under your legs, picking you up bridal style.

When you opened your eyes again, you realized you were on a stretcher inside of an ambulance. You looked around, trying to take in your surroundings.

The ambulance wasn’t moving, and the back doors were open. You saw a paramedic sitting next to you; they were taking notes on a clipboard. Then, you saw Bucky on your other side. He wore a concerned expression.

“You’re awake” he said, softly as his eyes met yours. He seemed slightly less concerned. “I don’t understand. What happened?” You asked, confused.

He noticed your panicked look and took your hand in his. “Do you remember the truck in the street?” He asked you, slowly. You nodded your head, bits and pieces starting to come back to you. “When I pushed you out of the way, you hit your head on the sidewalk. You got a concussion, and then you passed out” he told you.

His thumb subconsciously started to rub back and forth on the back of your hand. Both your eyes went to your hand in his, but neither of you made an effort to move your hands away.

The paramedic turned her attention towards you. “I completed a test, and you’re fine. You have a concussion. Just make sure you get some rest and drink lots of water. You’re good to go” she told you, giving you a polite smile.

“Here let me help” Bucky said, helping you sit up on the stretcher. He kept his hands on yours as you carefully stepped out of the ambulance. “I’m Bucky, by the way” he said, smiling at you.

You felt a school-girl smile appear on your face. “I’m Y/N. Thanks for saving my life” you said, bashfully. Then, another man walked up towards the two of you. You recognized him as Sam.

“Y/N, this is Sam” Bucky said, introducing the two of you. You smiled at him and shook his hand. “Are you okay? I saw Walker push you in the way of that truck. How do you know him anyway?” Sam asked you, curiously.

You noticed he was wearing his Captain America suit. You had only ever seen him in the Falcon suit before. You wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, but you knew he was a better fit for the job than John.

“I’m fine; it’s just a concussion. John is my boyfriend or was my boyfriend. Risking my life might just be a small dealbreaker” you joked, trying to lighten the situation. In reality, you wanted to punch John in the face. You had stood my his side for years, and this is how he repaid you.

They both lightly chuckled at your joke. Then, as if on cue, John came marching over. “There you are. We’re going home” he said, grabbing your arm. You struggled to pull your arm away. He had always been strong, but he was stronger now.

“Get your hands off of me” you said, trying to pull your arm out of his grasp. Within a second, Bucky had pried John’s fingers off of you. “She told you to keep your hands to yourself” Bucky said, bending his fingers backwards until he winced.

Then, he finally let go. He put his hand on your forearm. “You okay?” He asked you, softly. You just nodded your head, too scared to say a word in front of John.

“What the hell is going on here? You think you can just swoop in and steal my girl?” John asked, starting to walk towards you and Bucky. Sam quickly got between John and you.

“We fought you once, and you lost. You want to try again?” Sam taunted. John crossed his arms. “This is between me and my girlfriend” he snarled.

Bucky also shielded you from John. “I’m pretty sure that girls don’t stay with boyfriends who almost get them killed” Bucky said, keeping one hand on yours.

You felt safe behind Bucky. You had just met him, but he was very protective. You knew that he wouldn’t let John anywhere near you.

John huffed, his telltale sign that he was giving up. He walked away from the three of you. “Why did you ever stay with a guy like that? He’s kind of awful” Sam asked you. You shook your head. “He didn’t use to be like that. He used to care” you told them, watching as John walked away.

“Why is he...so strong?” You asked, barely able to find the words. It was the thing you had been struggling with since you saw him fighting that Flag-smasher. Something didn’t feel right. “They took a blood sample and found out he took the serum” Bucky told you.

You were stunned. “Like the super-soldier serum?” You asked, still in shock. They both nodded.

You scoffed to yourself. “He used to talk about much he hated super soldiers. He said real heroes didn’t need a special potion to make them strong” you said, only now seeing his hypocritical nature.

“You should get some rest. Do you need a ride?” Bucky offered. You ignored the smirk that Sam sent his way. “That would be great” you said, smiling.

Bucky hugged Sam and then walked past him. “The suit looks great, Cap” you said, as you walked past him. Bucky led you over to a motorcycle.

“Why am I not surprised?” You asked, giggling. He turned around to face you, and pretended to be offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, smirking at you. You shrugged. “You have the whole biker aesthetic: the leather jacket, the boots, the withering stare” you teased.

He chuckled as he picked the helmet up off the seat. “Here. No more concussions” he said, tightening the strap once he put it on your head. You told him the name of your apartment building. He nodded before you even told him the address.

“I grew up in Brooklyn. I know where it is” he said, getting on his bike. He patted the seat behind him and you swung your leg over the back. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, and rested your head on his back.

He turned on the ignition, and it roared to life. You gave him a thumbs up to tell him you were ready. Soon, you were driving down the streets of Brooklyn.

You expected it to be fast and daring, but instead, it was peaceful. You watched the city whipping past you: the taxi cabs, the street performers, and the illuminated billboards.

He pulled up to your apartment in a matter of minutes. He helped you off the bike and took the helmet off your head. You shoved your hands in your pockets because you didn’t really know what else to do with them.

“Thank you—for everything, I mean” you said, shyly. Bucky hesitated. You could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

He fiddled with the straps of his leather jacket, nervously toying with them. “I know we just met, but would you like go get dinner sometime?” Bucky asked you. The smile on your face grew ten times bigger. “I’d really like that” you said, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss.

He was shocked, but eventually kissed you back. He lips tasted like cinnamon. You could feel him smiling as you kissed him. His fingers hooked in your belt loops and pulled you closer to him.

You both pulled away with smiles on your face. He gave you a small piece of paper with his phone number on it.

As he drove away on his motorcycle with you waving from the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but want to thank Dr. Raynor for encouraging him to let people into his life.

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[snifflesthemouse]

There's a sense of freedom that comes with anonymity of online interactions. This sense of freedom only exists because of the fact it's difficult for the real world to catch up with you in your real life. Unless of course, you go after the wrong one.

When a person goes after someone else solely because they think differently or have a strong opposing opinion, they often do so with a false gusto and bravery that only exists in the virtual realm. Like many say online, "You'd never say that to my face." And that's true for most people... but not all people.

And because of this anonymity, that affords all internet users the freedom to say whatever, a real life concern spawns from a virtual world. This real life concern is often referred to as "doxxing" where one internet user uses what clues and resources they have available to "expose" another internet user's real life. This has happened to many people I watch on YouTube. Some have even had to involve the real life police, as well as uproot their entire lives and move because of doxxing.

For example, Murky Meg has been doxxed a couple times now. She's had her real life threatened by doxxing. Terrifyingly, she wasn't the only target threatened because the douche flutes also brought her children into it. Yes, the same people who worship the Montecito Madam and preach the mantras of "compassion and kindness" and "leave children out of this" have gone so far as to go after Murky Meg's real life and real life children. And sadly, the threats and attacks never really stop. Especially when articles like the one I wrote about make the rounds. But Murky Meg doesn't allow this all to silence her; she keeps calm and carries on regardless.

Another example involves Yankee Wally. She was targeted repeatedly over copyright infringement on her YouTube channel, as well as having her social media accounts suspended repeatedly over the last few years. And even though Yankee Wally has never pretended to be anything or anyone else than who she is in real life, people have attempted to use her past as a weapon to discredit her. Those attempts are futile, though, because Yankee Wally has always been open and honest about her life. She's also been very clear to the people watching her that she will fight back if need be.

Then there's According2Taz. While Taz has gone through the same ringer that so many others have gone through (from doxxing to threats, harassment, and verbal abuse), she has also been attacked financially. Especially when it comes to her supporting good causes. Some twat waffles have sent her £0.01 via PayPal with notes attached. Notes that are grossly abusive, calling her fat and ugly, and saying her husband is cheating on her. Others have sent requests asking her to pay them £100 with notes attacking HRH Catherine the Duchess of Cambridge and her book. Murky Meg got a similar request, as well. But the most heinous impediment coming from the Montecito Madam's extremists, involved charity. Once, when Taz was raising money for Australian wildlife affected by the wildfires; someone reported her PayPal account and those funds were held up for some time before getting released for the cause. Then, again, Taz was targeted when she was raising funds to help an elderly woman who got robbed. Yes, the very same people, who stand on custom-made soap boxes emblazoned with the Sussex monogram, did everything they possibly could to marginally disrupt charity. Yet Taz does not waiver; she keeps going.

As bad as Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, and Taz have had it, they're sadly not alone. No, they are only three examples from a plethora of examples. Of that plethora, one more example comes to mind. That example involves DanjaZone (Ashli).

Ashli, who started her YouTube channel before the whole Megxit ordeal as a way to keep in touch with family, was even the subject of a blind item from CDAN (crazy days and nights). You see, Ashli and her family lost everything they had in a horrible house fire. Rumors swirled around the fire, but the most heinous comments came from the Sussex Squad's more prominent loudmouths. Some accused Ashli of lying about the fire in an attempt to scam people for money. Others called her white trash and trailer trash. So while Ashli was going through the loss of her home and everything she owned... while she was grieving the loss of family pets and irreplaceable family mementos... while she was down and out on her luck and trying to cope with all the pain and loss... while she was going through all of the attacks from doubters saying she faked the fire or was lying, that she was trailer trash... the disciples of the Duchess were laughing and celebrating her pain as a win. Never once considering the fact that Ashli has been in recovery for years now, and the stress from the fire coupled with the heartless, feckless attacks, could in fact push her over the edge.

No, the very same people, who scream via CAPS lock on social media that critics of Meghan should "leave her alone", that her critics drove the Montecito Madam to "suicidal ideation while pregnant" could care less about Ashli's mental health. Yes, the very same people, who lodged over 50,000 OFCOM complaints against Piers Morgan because he questioned their beloved's outlandish attacks during the Oprah interview, previously found no issues with attacking Ashli during one of the hardest times in her life. Yet, Ashli picked up the pieces and never gave up or gave into their attacks.

Again, these four examples are just the tip of the hypocritical iceberg. There are countless more examples out there. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people who criticize Meghan's and Harry's behaviors can all relate. Nobody is safe or off limits from this iceberg; from Royal Rota reporters, celebrities, and politicians to regular people who aren't rich, famous, or in possession of a global platform.

Yet nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody, in the media or in journalism ever cover any of this. You can find articles galore written with the intentions of exposing "Meghan Markle Haters". Articles like the one I wrote about attacking critics and reducing us all to the stereotypes of racist, misogynist, bigot, envious, etc.

What that does is send a clear, prominent message to the people who cling to every word of the Montecito Madam. The people who cling to the wind coming from her mouth, her "close friends" or fake "palace insiders" hear those dog whistles loud and clear. The dog whistles that say "It's okay, keep attacking and hurting people. They're evil, hateful racists. They deserve the abuse. You're on the side of good. Go harder!"

When in truth, the wind they cling to coming from their beloved's mouth or mouthpieces is actually falsehoods, lies, and manifestations of grandeur that is no more real than Netflix's The Crown. No, the wind they cling to really comes from the south mouth of their beloved. But God forbid anyone hold their little cult accountable.

We cannot have a society where sensationalism trumps truth. We cannot weaponize the press and use it against people simply because they criticize the Meghan Markles of the world. It is unacceptable for the press, media platforms, or anyone with a prominent influence on society, to celebrate defenders of the Meghan Markle faith without first acknowledging the truth.

The truth, which is often dream dashing and harsh, is that "Meghan Markle Lovers" could care less about compassion, kindness, charity, children, or community. The truth is, they could care less about forgiveness or loving thy neighbors. We don't have to look to their savior figurehead to prove this to be true. We only have to look at the comments section or Twitter.

Those of us who criticize or dislike Meghan and Harry because of their behavior know all too well the truth will never be written up on the front page of the Sun, the Daily Mail, or People Magazine. The mirage of us being the racists, misogynists, or detesting haters sells papers. And the papers don't want to be in that same category.

Maybe one day the press will tell the stories of people like Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, Taz, Ashli, and countless others in an effective way that exposes the real haters in the relationship. Maybe one day, the victims of the Montecito Madam's cult following will be doxxed, exposed, and sent a new message. A message that says, "We see you for the hypocrites you are. You may repeat the preachings of your Madam like it's the new woke gospel, but you don't practice it. You're a big reason why people loathe your beloved. You make her look worse. You aren't defending her, you are condemning her. Keep it up, because we see you and we will expose you!"

If only...