I read the first sentence and my very first mental image is âHow Animals Eat Their Foodâ on YouTube. Good Christ, that was so long ago
Having dinner with Cero would stress me out so badly because there would be a million table manner rules to follow, and he'd probably swat my hands a lot if I grabbed the wrong fork or eat too fast.
Fortunately, he has absolutely no expectations when you first sit at the table with him. Short of dropping your head into the plate and throwing food everywhere, you can't really drop his standards any lower.
You will get actual lessons in what he considers to be the proper table etiquette, which you may find is a bit different from some surface etiquette because he's really finicky about one or two details. Nevertheless, Cero is looking at you while you eat and will bat your hand should you select the wrong utensils, yes.
The servants will also mercifully remind you of the order in which cutlery is picked, sometimes going as far as to gesture frantically in the background to avoid you being chastised. This level of painfully needless pomp is the reason Rieba loathes having to attend a dinner party with her King. Even if she's surrounded by gluttons stuffing their faces, she has to hold the fork like a pretentious asswipe and slice everything into baby-sized pieces before "politely chewing".
I regret to inform you that Discord's new Terms of Service includes an arbitration clause. You can find it here https://discord.com/terms/#16. This clause includes an opt-out, which I have transcribed here:
You can decline this agreement to arbitrate by emailing an opt-out notice to [email protected] within 30 days of April 15, 2024 or when you first register your Discord account, whichever is later; otherwise, you shall be bound to arbitrate disputes in accordance with the terms of these paragraphs. If you opt out of these arbitration provisions, Discord also will not be bound by them.
These clauses are underhanded ways that corporations seek to deprive you of your right to participate in class-action lawsuits and your right to a jury trial. (This does only apply to us users ,other people still spread the word though )
Reblogged one more time because you can NOT forget the One True Butler
You can throw as many hot demon butlers at me as you want, but I will ALWAYS choose Mr. Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth over them. He trumps every single one of the men in this post and I will never change my mind.
Sebastian is raising Ciel to die. Alfred raised Bruce to live.
1. High inspiration, low motivation. You have so many ideas to write, but you just donât have the motivation to actually get them down, and even if you can make yourself start writing it youâll often find yourself getting distracted or disengaged in favour of imagining everything playing out
Try just bullet pointing the ideas you have instead of writing them properly, especially if you wonât remember it afterwards if you donât. At least youâll have the ideas ready to use when you have the motivation later on
2. Low inspiration, high motivation. Youâre all prepared, youâre so pumped to write, you open your document aaaaand⊠three hours later, that cursor is still blinking at the top of a blank page
RIP pantsers but this is where plotting wins out; refer back to your plans and figure out where to go from here. You can also use your bullet points from the last point if this is applicable
3. No inspiration, no motivation. You donât have any ideas, you donât feel like writing, all in all everything is just sucky when you think about it
Make a deal with yourself; usually when Iâm feeling this way I can tell myself âOkay, just write anyway for ten minutes and after that, if you really want to stop, you can stopâ and then once my ten minutes is up Iâve often found my flow. Just remember that, if you still donât want to keep writing after your ten minutes is up, donât keep writing anyway and break your deal - itâll be harder to make deals with yourself in future if your brain knows you donât honour them
4. Canât bridge the gap. When youâre stuck on this one sentence/paragraph that you just donât know how to progress through. Until you figure it out, productivity has slowed to a halt
Mark it up, bullet point what you want to happen here, then move on. A lot of people donât know how to keep writing after skipping a part because they donât know exactly what happened to lead up to this moment - but you have a general idea just like you do for everything else youâre writing, and thatâs enough. Just keep it generic and know you can go back to edit later, at the same time as when youâre filling in the blank. Itâll give editing you a clear purpose, if nothing else
5. Perfectionism and self-doubt. You donât think your writing is perfect first time, so you struggle to accept that itâs anything better than a total failure. Whether or not youâre aware of the fact that this is an unrealistic standard makes no difference
Perfection is stagnant. If you write the perfect story, which would require you to turn a good story into something objective rather than subjective, then after that youâd never write again, because nothing will ever meet that standard again. That or you would only ever write the same kind of stories over and over, never growing or developing as a writer. If youâre looking back on your writing and saying âThis is so bad, I hate itâ, thatâs generally a good thing; it means youâve grown and improved. Maybe your current writing isnât bad, if just matched your skill level at the time, and since then youâre able to maintain a higher standard since youâve learned more about your craft as time went on
Where do I find this issue? I know it's Batman Beyond Universe, but it doesn't seem to have been released on any platforms or paper comics for a...for a while, actually.
Hey look folks, more Klarion the Warlock pics. Shame thereâs not more. The guy really doesnât pop up much compared to the others magic users, despite the fact he helps play an integral part.
Summary: What happens after Vash almost loses you.
Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader
Word Count: .8k
CW: smut, pwp, slightly rough sex, penetrative sex, angst, crying
AN: wrote most of this while I was at work ehehe so it's not really proofread
Desperate!Vash, whose heart sinks deep into the pit of his stomach whenever you get hurt or put yourself in the line of danger. A bullet flying past your head, barely missing your temple. He sees it coming, his sharp eyes watching its trajectory, yet he's not fast enough, he's not strong enough, and the only reason you're still alive is by sheer dumb luck. A little to the left, a little higher, and it would have been over, the flame of you permanently extinguished, his heart hammering away in his chest at the realization that he almost just watched you die. His hold on you is always a bit tighter after these moments, clinging to you and keeping you in his line of sight at all times. You won't get hurt. Not again. Whatever it takes, he'll keep you safe.Â
Desperate!Vash, who pushes you against the nearest surface as soon as the door to your shared room is closed, pulling you closer and away from prying eyes, taking your mouth in a feverish kiss that threatens to crash your teeth together every time your lips meet. His strong body presses your back into the wooden door, caging you against him. You're exactly where he wants you, exactly where he can see you. Wrapped up in his arms, encased between the door and his broken body, you're safe.Â
Desperate!Vash, who lifts you by your hips, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his tapered waist. He presses your back against the closest wall, his hands pulling at youâ at your clothes, at your hair, at your hipsâ needing you closer. However close, it's not close enough. He can't be asked to take it slow, not right now, as he hurriedly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down to your knees. He tears your underwear off, leaving it to dangle loosely between the two of you before he's already shoving two long and dexterous fingers inside you. It's quick, sloppy, his fingers pumping harshly into that sweet spot inside you that has your body quaking until his hand is dripping in your arousal.
Desperate!Vash, who fumbles with his own pants, shaky hands making him struggle with his belt and zipper. He can't get them off fast enough. Just like your own pants, he doesn't bother himself with taking them off completely. He pushes them down just far enough to free himself, his cock springing from the confines of his boxers, groaning as he feels himself throbbing in the cold air.
His hands grip you, calloused palms spreading your delicate flesh as he presses the tip of himself to your entrance, a brief warning before pushing forward and completely sheathing himself in you with one sharp roll of his hips, pulling the breath from your lungs. He hisses through gritted teeth, your body barely prepped enough to accommodate the sheer girth of him. He stifles your cries of pain and pleasure with his lips, swallowing your sounds before pulling back and leaning against the side of your head. He brokenly whispers his sweet apologies, heartbreakingly chanting âIâm sorryâ over and over again like a hopeless prayer as he begins swaying his hips and slamming you down onto his cock with a frenzied, almost angry rhythm that has your nails digging into the fabric of his crimson jacket.
Desperate!Vash, who knows he's not giving you the tenderness you deserve, and the guilt is enough to eat him whole, yet he can't stop. His body feels like it's burning, crumbling under the weight of knowing that he almost lost you, overwhelming his better judgment. He needs to remind himselfâ you're with him, you're here, you're safe, you're alive. His actions are primal, his body moving on pure instinct, the pain and guilt he keeps buried deep bubbling up. He shoves the bottom of his shirt into his mouth, teeth clenching into the fabric, holding it up to make sure nothing gets in the way of the frenetic rhythm of his cock sinking into you, and giving you a tantalizing view of the quick undulations of his lower half.
Desperate!Vash, who lets his head fall to your shoulder when he cums, sobbing into the divot of your collarbone, whimpering his apologies and praises, how much he loves you, how much he needs you. He can't live without you, and yet he'll be the reason he loses you. The crushing weight of reality floods him to the core, crippling his body with fear and grief. His arms tighten their hold on you, wishing that he didn't ever have to let you go, that another day didn't have to come so that he could never have to risk losing you.
Desperate!Vash, who only knows what his life was before you, what it is with you, and he prays to a God he doesn't believe in every time he's faced with the reality that one day, should he be cursed to live so long, there will be a time after you.
DO ANYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO STOP KOSA! It will destroy the internet as we know it and if it gets passed it will show that the constitution means essentially nothing to the lawmakers because it violates the very first amendment. It's targeting lgbtq+ spaces, fandoms in general, reproductive education, and news about the world that doesn't align with this bill makers "values". *COUGH COUGH PALESTINE COUGH COUGH*
Oh and how could I forget, they're going to attempt to take your ID to try to prevent minors from going on the internet in the first place and if they do have their legal name attached to everything they're doing (this part I am more unsure about I'd like to learn a little bit more about that part). That will not help children in the slightest.
I'm someone who quite enjoys fandom and is an ally of lgbtq+, (and also reproductive education is so limited anyway, they teach you limited if any information at school so the internet is one of people's only option besides a select few books which, oh yeah, they're trying to get banned.) so, this bill terrifies me.
Don't panic too badly, if we continue to fight we can stop this bill.