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emptyjunior · 22 days

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It looks like with the movies taking off, everyone is on the Dune train now!! Which is very exciting, I’m glad a bunch of new people are discovering this media and reading the books, but can I recommend you the David Lynch, Dune (1984) movie.

First of all, if you are invested in the lore of the books and the deeper messaging of the story, you’re going to need to turn that part of your brain Off. If you love kick ass shit and are willing to be slightly tipsy while you watch and have a great goddamn afternoon, this is the flick for you.

Now first fun fact I’m going to share with you. David Lynch (twin peaks, eraserhead director, celebrated surrealist) turned down the opportunity to direct Return of the Jedi for this film. A film that was devastatingly slow to make, changed hands multiple times, had a pricy VFX budget of $40 million and then made barely $31 million, David Lynch turned down Star Wars to work on it. And he did this when he had never read the novel, and did not even like or engage with sci fi media. THAT’S how you know we’re really in for something.

Now this film has some big names in it! We’ve got a young Kyle MacLachlan who is rocking some Devastating outfits:

We’ve got Sir Patrick Stewert as our Gurney and Sting, lead singer of the police, playing the 15 year old Feyd Rautha! If you wanted to see a grown man, sprayed orange, basically naked playing a free wheeling maniac you are in for a treat! And another fun fact, David Lynch also did not know who these actors were, he made a mistake and thought Patrick Stewert was someone else and when Sting said he was in the police he assumed he was in an organization of lawmen.

Now these characters are familiar to you, but let me get into the unfamiliar. Lynch made some directorial executive decisions throughout this film, for I suppose the ease of the viewer? I mean an adaptation is supposed to adapt so he went let me change some stuff up👏👏👏.

Those who paid attention to Jessica’s backstory may know about the Weirding Way. This is a martial arts style created by the Bene Gesserit, and practiced by Paul. It is more than just a fighting style but also an important philosophical concept, like Aikido or how Kung Fu has foundations in Buddhism.

You may also be familiar with the quote “My name is a killing word.” This inner monologue of Paul’s refers to how his title Muad’dub will be used to spur a holy war. A simple name is what people will die and bleed for, it will be what they scream as they cut down enemies.

Dark! Intense! That’s Dune, anyways in the novel it’s easy to take your time exploring these concepts. Introducing the audience to the religious ramifications of a simple name and fighting practice and how these things can have rippling repercussions upon a society like the Freman.

Now David Lynch didn’t have time for that! He had the belief (that may be right🤷‍♂️!) That watching a bunch of people kick each other on top of a sand dune would be Lame😭😭

So he made the choice for his film that “My name is a killing word” was to be taken Absolutely Literally and invented a device where if the freman said the name Muad-dib, shit would explode.

If they said Paul’s name, they could Explode Stuff. Let it sink in how rad that is. Hell yeah man, hell yeah. Imagine me interpreting religious text that way, imagine if I made a bible movie and the moral I took from a parable is that when Jesus asked for food and everyone donated fish, I concluded that Jesus was a mutant who had fish powers and could immediately conjure fish with magic and gave him fish death rays that shot out of his hands.

So that’s what you can expect from this interpretation, the weirding way now means everyone has Lasers its rad as hell.

Some other incredible choices made! This is a spoiler, but in the novels and the new films you can see the Freman collecting every scrap of water they can. Dr Liet-Kynes, the planetologist, reveals to us it’s because they have a long, multiple generation spanding plan to fix the planet. By introducing this water back they hope to reset the ecosystem over centuries of work. The reason they have been unable to do this is because a green planet would obviously not have worms and sand who produce spice, the most coveted drug in the empire, so imperial and harkonnen forces have been stopping this from ever happening. They want to be free from oppression so that they can start to work on slowly fixing their world, a project that plays out in Paul’s adult life and has its own dramas and complexities.

In Dune 1984??? The moment, the Moment Paul lays out his cousin and throws the final punch, it begins to rain in Arrakis. As if they were all under a magical curse and were just waiting for a teenager to come fight another teenager and then the water will come back. It’s so good, it’s so funny.

Also Pugs! House Atreides official Pugs! Paul has pugs in his lap!!

This is honestly an adaptation choice that I really really like! Paul is the result of centuries of selective breeding, this practice is an artform to the Bene Gesserit and a skill that they monitor closely. It produces bizarre and sometimes terrifying results and is the reason for Paul’s existence.

I think having an animal that was also created through selective breeding, was engineered from a wolf into an animal that can hardly breathe is an incredible metaphor! A smart and identifiable symbol for the audience, I think it’s a slam dunk and the new movies should have done it to.

Anyways can not recommend this film enough.

-The body suits the bad guys wear are made out of real body bags, that actually had been used.

-David Lynch to this day hates it.

-The original cut was four hours.

-The cast and crew were sick the Entire shoot with something they called Montezuma's Revenge, which was probably just food poisoning, side effects from the constant smog because they shot the whole thing on backup generators, illness from the cockroach infestation and terrible morale.

-Frank Herbert saw it multiple times and said he absolutely loved it.

-When they ride the worms, sick rock jams play.

If you love electric guitar, lasers, worms and will forgive me for not including all the trigger warnings cause Yes this film will gross you out, then go watch this movie.

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talkbycolor · 5 months

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the nun and the soldier

A/N; I ACTUALLY DREAMED ABOUT THIS AND THOUGHT LOL WHAT A GOOD IDEA FOR AN OS

Pairing; "[REDACTED]" x AFAB!Reader

CW; cnc? for someone who doesnt know how to put limits the line is very blurry, you will guess / daddy kink but in a priestly way / def religion kink, breeding but im not sure if its just a kink, worship but im not sure who worships who the most / this is more like an au like 1940 battlefield where [REDACTED] is a soldier and MC a nun

The night was like a classic old horror movie scene.

And how not to be scared? Outside the cathedral it was raining heavily, the skies were roaring from the electrical storm and the only lighting was the holy candles, that place was a refuge for the homeless.

After all, many people needed comfort in times of war.

You had decided to stay until midnight, praying to your father to protect the soldiers in battle, that the families would stop going hungry, you held the wooden cross that hung from your chest so tightly, begging for the massacre to stop, the times They brought sadness to the entire nation and God had to save them.

A loud clap of thunder echoed outside the cathedral and the doors were opened, the cold of the night and the wind caused the flame of some candles to go out, so holding the cross tightly to your chest you turned to see who dared to break in. with such violence in the house of God.

"Who's there?" You asked as you walked towards the huge wooden gate.

A man in uniform walked in, soaked from the rain, he looked tired, hungry, hurt, he barely made eye contact with you you felt a chill run through your entire body, not just because of the weather.

"I need food" He was a soldier, you nodded immediately and helped him walk to take a seat on one of the benches while you went to the warehouse for something the man could eat, there was food stored that was going to be donated, or that's what the priest said.

You returned with canned food and some water for the stranger, who snatched your things to eat like a dying dog, water running down his chin and eating haphazardly as he breathed heavily.

"Sir, are you okay? Where is he coming from?" You didn't avoid being curious when asking those questions, although just one cold look from him was enough to make you close your mouth.

…

You only heard him chewing, the man seemed to have had a really bad time and it was no wonder that you could tell from miles away that he was a soldier, and since he came alone, there was a high probability that he was one of the few survivors in the trenches, but you are not going to assume too much.

"Father, please help this poor man to heal his wounds safely, to regain his strength, to protect his life on the battlefield and the lives of our nation -…"

"Stop talking shit" he interrupted you in a vulgar way, causing astonishment on your face, even disgust.

"That is no way to speak before the lord" You scolded him, the black-haired man only laughed hoarsely.

"Bring me clothes, I'm freezing in this" he demanded arrogantly, getting rid of his wet clothes, your kind soul heeded his words, because that's what you were, right? A sweet nun willing to help the needy, love your neighbor as your god ordered.

"Excuse me, I only found the priest's old clothes and I'm not sure they fit him, I hope they can help you" You said as you returned to the bench, he once again snatched the things from your hand.

Yes, he was a rude man.

The minutes passed, the candles continued to melt at the altar, you were praying in front of the golden statue of your lord while the soldier was resting on the benches, grunting at his wounds and trying to stay warm.

"Hey, nun, since you won't shut up come here, I think I know how you could keep that mouth busy" The man suggested with a cheeky smile, it was unheard of how he could say such things in the lord's house.

"Hey! That's enough of-…"

"It wasn't a question, come here or I'll come for you" his voice was sharp, and with no intention of continuing to listen to you, seeing how you froze in surprise he grumbled and took the trouble to walk towards you.

Right in front of the golden statue of your god, he subdued you to the ground and lifted your robe to reveal your underwear, that man was shameless because he simply buried his face between your asscheeks to inhale deeply.

"HEY! HEY" WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" You begged him, confusion and disgust replaced with terror, but… he was a soldier, a man willing to sacrifice his life for his nation.

"Please, honey, aren't you supposed to be a helpful sweetheart? You promised to help me stay warm, and this is my last dinner before I die?" He murmured on your back, riding you without a word, his hands had already pulled down your underwear while you were busy in your thoughts.

"Oh my god, this can't be happening, I'm supposed to stay pure" You whimpered as you covered your face, too embarrassed by the situation but not trying to push the man away.

He was an angel sent by god to save the country, it would be so rude to reject any order he gave.

He ground his hips against yours in a messy manner, he hadn't even prepared you well when your pussy was already engulfing his cock.

"Wow, you're so tight, so it's true that nuns are virgins, right? I feel so lucky to be the one to take your chastity, dear." His voice was teasing in your ear as you squeezed your eyes shut to endure the sudden intrusion, you were Pretty sure you would bleed.

No one would pass by the cathedral at that time of night, much less in a storm, the clicking of both skins echoed in the enormous building, right in the eyes of your lord.

"P-please forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgive me so much" A hand grabbed your jaw to silence you.

"You better ask thanks to the Lord because you will soon have a son, I will take care of filling this pretty pussy of yours to the brim, okay, angel?" He mocked your prayers but the seriousness in his voice was immaculate, he really wanted to impregnate your womb with his seed.

Your legs were shaking as you tried to stay in the doggy position, the soldier was selfish, penetrating your wet cunt for the sole purpose of having his release and getting you pregnant.

"S-sir please slow down, I feel like you're going to break me" You begged, snot slipping out of your nose as well as tears at how disastrous the situation was, the problem wasn't that the man was using you, because he was part of the brave army that risked his life, it is logical that you want to help.

"... We shouldn't be doing this in the Father's house." Sob quietly, your body reacted so well to his touch and it was inevitable not to moan, causing echoes in the cathedral.

"No, no, angel, call me father, you don't want your lord to hear you acting like a slut in his holy home." His calloused hands squeezed your hips and he pulled you like a wolf would its prey towards its nest.

"My god, angel, you feel so good, I'm melting between your walls, I want to spill all my essence inside you, you're being so good for me, I promise you it will feel better" He whispered lovingly despite the furious thrusts. that you received. "Don't worry, this is what your god wants, right? Demigods are worshiped with flowers, real gods need blood." His tone felt so somber, his hand traveled to your crotch to caress, collecting said blood, your blood.

So if he died on the battlefield, he would at least have left his inheritance in the world and he wouldn't be completely forgotten, right? His greedy hands ran over every inch of your skin under your tunic, squeezing the flesh, he too seemed inexperienced too, moaning and letting out incoherencies as he ground his groin against you, saliva running down his jaw as he moaned like a dog, panting, his eyes rolling back, sharper sounds until you both trembled violently.

Just as he said, you were dripping, as soon as a mirror cascade came out of you and warm semen was present from your pussy, his member was already a little more flaccid as he observed such a work of art in front of him.

He didn't want to die, he wanted this stupid war to end so he could get this nun pregnant and raise a child together.

"It's okay, you'll be okay" he murmured one last time as he clung to you, taking you into his arms with a blank look, but his words weren't.

He promised that when all that was over he would return to you to take care of you and the baby, that was what he wanted most, a life without daily blood, peace.

It's a shame that the promise would never be fulfilled.

♡

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according2thelore · 3 months

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i just want to say its insane that this is the best blog AND the best ao3 account. unfair. also i scrolled here forever and came across that art of priest sam and now i'm thinking about what if sam ran off to join the priesthood if he didn't get into stanford...... i don't even know if that's a thing in the 21st century but omg.... dean breaking into a church rectory to steal him back from god....... calling him father to be a dick but also bc...

HOLY SHIT????

um--thank you so much??? omg??? i'm crying?

the best is crazy, considering there are so many incredibly talented and hilarious bloggers that make up our community, and i'm so glad to be part of them! thank you!!!!!! i'm so honoured you like our blog and my fanfic!!! that means the world!!!!! <3 charlotte also says thank you sm!

and yes! priest!sam makes me bark like a fucking dog bc it makes sense! sam, at college, tormented by visions and unsure why walking past the stanford memorial church in the middle of the quad makes his feet burn.

whenever he blesses himself with holy water, it leaves faint red marks on his forehead for the rest of the day that he covers with his bangs. salt really seasons his food, and he can immediately tell if someone put it on his meal.

and he loves jess--he does, so much it hurts--but he can't live like this, not anymore. he applies to seminary school (you have to be at least twenty-five (or twenty-four if you get it waived) to become a priest but let's ignore that for now!) and only gets in because his local priest advocates for him to the diocese. for some reason, his application keeps getting lost, no matter how many times he turns it in. it just vanishes.

he doesn't know that what's inside of him is evil, yet, but he remembers looking at dean sometimes and having to look away because dean seemed bright, physically bright, and it hurt his eyes. he thought it was misplaced lust, that burning in his skin, but remembers that painting of galahad, of glorious light and purpose and purity and knows that he wants that.

he feels it, when he undergoes orders, the burning in his blood, his weak knees as he kneels on marble, like he's going to be sick, and he's overjoyed, because that must mean that he's being cleansed of every unholy thought, every unholy cell in his body. the holy oil they smear on his hands moves on its own into circles on his palms, quarter-sized dots that sizzle.

sam tucks his fingers into his palms and pretends that he can't see the similar wounds on the crucifix, the stigmata that are a garish red on christ turning into silver scars on sam's hands, scars that ache or burn when he cleans the holy vessels or touches the sacrament.

he gets assigned to the smallest church in the diocese. he's happy enough, and finds peace in the quiet, in connecting with the people in the parish and the spartan way of life--no distractions, no decorations, just a purpose, a holy purpose. he gets restless sometimes, the lack of mental stimulation driving him crazy, so he prays to god to remove this weakness in him. he prays to god when he sweeps the floor and when he organizes the soup kitchen donations and when he brushes his teeth.

he's closing up one night when he sees a man in one of the pews in the darkened sanctuary. he approaches slowly, and asks softly, 'can i help you?'

and the man doesn't turn around, when he says, 'i had a brother, once.' and sam fucking freezes in his steps because he dreams about this voice sometimes, dreams of this man's hands on him and knows that his job isn't done yet, know that he's not cleansed of all the rot inside of himself, because this man remains.

and dean's smile is liquid and oily when he turns around, and says, 'but now our family's got two fathers.'

and sam's lost, the second he looks into dean's eyes, the exact shade forgotten until this moment, and sam's feet ache in his shoes like they always do on church grounds--on hallowed ground--, and dean fucking glows, and sam can see the shadows he casts, and sam's eyes burn.

one of them is holy, one of them is approved by god.

and it's never been sam. it never will be.

god doesn't want him.

but dean does. dean always does.

goddamn this ran away with me. do i need to write a priest!sam fic?? much to think about. thank you for this lovely ask anon!!!! and thank you again for your kind words!!!!!! <3

happy wincest wednesday!

-lizzy

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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The Bet

prompt: yn wagers a bet.

warnings: smut, pain kink, 18+ minors dni

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It’s always about pushing each other to their limits.

If people thought Harry and YN would settled down, not be as risky and overall psychotic once they had children - they were wrong.

Now it doesn’t happen as much as it used to because they have always and will always put their children first and they both enjoy being a little family more than anything.

But they’ve never lost the spark that pulled them together in the first place.

They were at the warehouse, babies are home with their trusted nanny and an army of security guards - they rarely were away from their babies.

Harry has trouble concentrating and feels itchy when he’s spent too much time apart from his children, he has trouble doing anything but worrying about them.

He barely goes fifteen minutes without checking the security cameras.

YN is directing their men to move a massive crate onto a truck when Harry saunters over to her, phone in hand and putting it in front of her.

“H, I’m a bit busy-“

“Just look real fast,” Harry insists, moving the phone even closer, “They’re bein’ so cute. Look at Beau sharing his blocks with Ollie. Do you think they’re getting tired yet? S’nearly bed time. If Patty doesn’t get them to bed soon, m’calling and bitching her out because we’ve told her how important their routine is.”

YN squints her eyes at him, wanting to be annoyed with him but he’s so a good father to their babies that she can’t.

They both get overly anxious about their children but Harry is by far more of the worry-wart when it comes to them, YN is a bit more realistic and relaxed.

YN loves how she can watch her husband go from literally blowing someone’s brains out to worrying that the bath water is too hot and he drains the tub to get the perfect temperature four times.

The babies had been a handful lately, in their terrible twos, and YN was craving some time with her big, bad, aggressive, rough husband tonight.

“You need to get out of dad mode for a bit,” YN hums with a sultry smile, leaning forward and connecting their lips - he automatically kisses back and is surprised but opens his mouth when YN’s tongue pushes its way through.

Harry’s hand moves to her hair, knitting in and yanking back hard, YN could have moaned in relief at the pain.

There he is.

The switch hadn’t been difficult today.

“You think you can just hang all over me in front of my men?” Harry hisses in a dominant tone, the one he knew his wife was begging for, “Already put two babies in you and you’re still so desperate for me to fuck you.”

“Kiss me,” YN complains brattily, easy to fall into these roles with him because she knows she’s so safe with him.

“Kiss me,” He parrots in a taunting tone as he pulls at her hair again, “If I wasn’t so possessive, you’d been down on your knees with my cock kissing the back of your throat.”

Holy fuck.

He’s so hot.

“A bet,” YN gasps out between shocks of tingling chills, her eyes fluttering a bit, “I bet you that I can get Niall yell before you could.”

Niall rarely ever raised his voice, it was a decent wager.

Harry’s eyebrow raises, his crooked smile making his dimples pop, and he almost looks boyishly cute for a moment.

“What do I win, when I win,” Harry drawls, already cocky as his hand moves from her hair to the back of her neck and gripping the skin there.

“I’ll put on the skimpy little lingerie outfit you bought for me when we get home and use the paddle on me,” YN offers because she knows he’ll agree to anything if he gets to see in her sexy underwear and use the paddle - they rarely use it because it hurts so good she can barely sit after.

“Deal,” Harry breathes out, determined and he crudely reaches down to give himself an adjustment as he twitches at the mere thought.

“You haven’t heard what I would win,” YN titters with a smile, leaning forward to kiss the hinge of his jaw, “I get to tattoo your bum. YN’s property.”

Harry doesn’t look amused but he’s not turning down a potential paddle session, “Already got your name tattooed down my fuckin’ neck. Nobody sees my arse but you.”

“It’ll be nice to look at when I eat it,” She says innocently before gasping in surprise when Harry lands a hard smack to her backside, “What was that for?”

“My hand slipped,” He lies with the same innocent tone she’d just used, “Deal, brat.”

They shake hands before Harry softens just the littlest bit and brings her left hand up, kissing her wedding band before stalking off.

He doesn’t know she already has a plan.

Harry tries it first, finding Niall and demanding that he moves the heavy crates he just moved to another spot.

“But…” Niall groans unhappily, his shirt was drenched is sweat, “What’s the difference between here and two feet over?”

“I think it looks better,” The leader replies, unbothered by Niall’s annoyed expression as he leans against a shelving unit.

“Bloody weirdo..” Niall mutters under his breath before being to pick up the first wooden box to move.

When two other men try to come help, Harry stops them and shakes his head, “Niall doesn’t need any help.”

Niall eyes bug out at that but he just shakes his head and continues to complain under his breath as he works.

Harry thinks he’s getting somewhere, confident he’s going to win when a deafening boom echos through the building and the box currently in Niall’s hands falls apart.

“Motherfucking shit!” Niall screams in surprise as he realizes YN shot that box he was holding from the side so it didn’t hit him but it was still close, “What the fuck?”

“Target practice,” YN smirks with a pleased look as she stares at her husband before lowering the revolver down again, still smoking.

Harry is begrudgingly impressed.

Niall’s still losing his shit when Harry stands up, ignoring him and the other men rushing to see the commotion.

YN winks at her husband before turning on her heel, glancing over her shoulder, and telling him, “Let’s go home. I got a reward to redeem.”

YN is focusing intently on his plump but small bum as he lays on his stomach on their bed, the needle pressing the dark ink into his skin.

“Fuckin’ cheap,” Harry grumbles, hissing when she digs a bit deep before readjusting, “You had that all planned.”

“Yeah,” She agrees easily, “I really wanted to tattoo this on your ass.”

“You know I would have let you without a bet,” Harry rasps sweetly, he was so fucking gone for her - he’d let her tattoo her name on his forehead and he’d wear it with pride.

“So good to me,” She leans down to kiss his bare shoulder blade before continuing, she wasn’t skilled and it was more painful than a normal one with a professional.

“Oh fuck,” Harry moans when she hits a tender spot and he can feel how hard he is against their bedding, resisting the urge to rut forward.

“Knew you’d get horny,” YN chuckles lowly, “Almost done than you can come, okay?”

“Yeah baby,” Harry murmurs in his slow, drawn out speech - nearly slurred with how turned on he is right now, “Want t’come.”

As soon as she puts down the gun, Harry is wriggling until he’s kneeling - his mouth finding her and begging, “M’close, just need your hand, brat.”

“Sucha slut,” YN coos teasingly but obliges, wrapping her fingers around him and beginning to twist on the upward stroke like he loves.

“M’not,” Harry bites back, abs jumping as he gets close, takes his wife’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles.

“Oh really?” She challenges and what she does next makes Harry come on the spot, she reaches around and smacks him hard on the arse, right over his tattoo.

He mewls out in pain but then pleasure is coating every inch of his skin as he begins to come into her palm, pushing his hips forward as he moans.

When he comes down, Harry’s so loving, always does after he gets even a little subby, slips his hand into her panties and murmurs sweet nothings as he makes her come.

“Never have to wonder why m’so obsessed with you.”

“Best I ever had. Can’t believe I have you forever.”

“Only person who makes me weak. Have me on a fuckin’ leash, pet.”

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The Spirit of Christmas

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Caliban x Fem!Reader

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Caliban was literally made from the clay of Hell, so Christmas was not something he celebrated. No one in Hell celebrated the Holiday, but I wasn’t from Hell. Ever since Sabrina took over as the Queen of hell and Caliban was exiled, he’s found his way to me. I lived just outside of Greendale and was on my own, besides my familiar. Caliban just stumbled his way near my cabin and I took him in. I wasn’t like the witches he’s delt with, I wasn’t one that worshiped satan. Which is why I celibrated Christmas like the mortals. Caliban didn’t understand, but if he wanted to stay then he’d have to deal with it.

I walked inside my home and Noctus flew to greet me. Noctus is a great horned owl and was the greatest familiar a witch could have. I smiled as he perched on my shoulder. I gave him a little scratch under his chin.

“Where’s Caliban?” I asked as I looked around and didn’t see him. Noctus chirped at me and flew over to his perch.

“Oh, he went to get wood? Perfect, I need some more if I want to get this potion going.” I said as I placed the ingredients I collected on my table near my cauldron. Noctus chirped and tilted his head in confusion.

“You know what time of year it is.” I smirked and my familiar perked up a bit. He loved Christmas just as much as I did. I got to work preparing the ingredients as I waited for Caliban to return home.

The door opened and Caliban walked in with a large pile of wood logs. I smiled at him as he placed them near the door. He looked at my ingredients and his brows furrowed.

“Did one of the townspeople come for another potion?” He asked and I shook my head.

“This is a special one, although I suppose it does effect the town as well.” I answered with a shrug.

“What kind of potion is it? I’ve never seen some of these ingredients.” He asked as he picked up one of my vials. I quickly snatched it back and placed it down.

“It’s for the spirit of Christmas, it’s time everything gets in order.” I said and Caliban groaned.

“This is all for that stupid mortal Holiday?” He asked and I sent him a glare.

“Making this potion makes all of the townspeople happy and makes my powers stronger for the coming year.” I answered and he held his hands up in defence.

“I meant no harm by it, love.” He said and I rolled my eyes. He took a seat as I motioned for the logs to float under my cauldron. The flames ignited underneath and the liquid I put inside began to heat up.

“So is this like a sacrifice type thing?” Caliban asked as he watched me intently.

“No, I don’t do any dark magic.” I said and he shrugged.

“Nothing wrong with dark magic, love. I could always show you.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“Keep your dark magic to yourself, I’d rather not get a visit from the Queen of Hell.” I said. Caliban rolled his eyes and rested his feet on the coffee table.

Once the liquid started to boil I started putting the ingredients in. Caliban watched me the whole time and looked confused. I glanced at him and paused what I was doing.

“Would you like to learn?” I asked and he shrugged. I chuckled and shook my head slightly.

“First you make sure the Holy Water and Glacior Ice is boiling before you put in the chopped Peppermint and Gold Dust. Then you stir it together clockwise six times and it’ll look like liquid gold. Next you add Holly, Silver Dust, Pine Needles, and the very kindly donated Angel Flesh and it sure turn silver with some gold flecks streaked about. You’ll stir that clockwise twice and that’s when you get this pine smell coming through. Now we add Ginger, Cinnamon, and Clove and stir that in. The smell should mix with the pine and smell like a Christmas tree mixed with freshly baked cookies.” I smiled as I inhaled the heavenly smell. Caliban also sniffed the air and gave me a small smile.

“Now we put in the mistletoe and blow a kiss.” I said and he chuckled. He came over and blew his own into the cauldron and I smiled at him.

“Pass me that glass bottle, please.” I asked and he handed me the curvy, slightly dark blue tinted bottle. He examined it and his brows furrowed.

“What is it?” He asked as he handed it to me.

“The hardest ingredient to acquire for this potion.” I answered with a smile. I plucked the top off and spilt some of the contents into the cauldron. The simery blue, silver, white, black, and purple spilled out and changed the potion’s color to red with silver streaks.

“I-Is that Stardust?” He asked in complet shock.

“It is, takes me months to get it every year.” I said as I stirred.

“And there you have it! The spirit of Christmas! Now we just say the chant and everything will be finished.

“What’s the chant?” He asked. I smiled and motioned so my book would float over to us. I turned to the page and pointed at the spell.

“It’ll be more powerful if you read it with me.” I said and held out my hand for him. He sighed, but took my hand anyway.

“I hear the bells on Christmas Day, Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet, The words repeat, Of peace on Earth, good- will to all!” We said together and the liquid quickly turned to smoke and blew through the house. It flew through the door and out into the world. The smoke would go through the town and give the spirit of Christmas to all. I turned to face Caliban and he was already smiling at me.

“I feel… different.” He said and I giggled.

“You feel happy?” I asked and he nodded.

“Then it’s working already.” I winked. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.

“I’ve never properly thanked you for allowing me to stay with you.” He said and I smiled up at him.

“You’ve been very helpful, there’s no need to thank me.” I said. He wrapped his hand in my hair and lifted my head a bit more. He moved in and his lips placed on mine. I closed my eyes and fell into the confort of his presents. We pulled apart and he rested his forehead on mine.

“Thank you, love.” He whispered. I pecked his lips and smiled.

“Well, if that’s how you say thank you, then maybe I will let you say it a lot more.” I said and he chuckled. His lips found mine again and I smiled into the kiss.

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In the middle of the Pacific Ocean there's an island, it's not yet a well known touristic location but it's a tropical paradise and the native's culture is very interesting. That's why, having a degree in history and being passionate about ancient cultures, she planned there a vacation with her friends.

Sadly they seem more interested in passing the whole day chilling in the beautiful shores, doing nothing more than swimming in the ocean's warm waters and sunbathing on the white sands. At least for once It should be worth it to participate in some cultural activity so she decides to leave them for one day and do something peculiar: she will join an historical reenactment. The event will be based on a long walk from the main village up to the volcano along the ancient Holy Trail, the one used during human sacrifice rituals to honor the fire mountain. A group of locals will impersonate the priests while the tourists will be the "victims" that fortunately, in this modern times, will simply walk up to the top for a fake ritual.

Given the tropical weather a light outfit would be perfect: just a white shirt, a pair of shorts and trekking shoes... And why not, that flower garland they gave her the first day.

The small crowd of participants gathers at the town center where the procession will start. The locals as the priests are wearing their historical costumes and fortunately there are also a couple of other tourists.

The long walk starts leaving the town for the jungle where once passed the Holy Trail. The weather is hot and the humidity makes the air so thick it feels like walking through the water. The ground is muddy and the slope impervious. In one word it is exhausting.

One step and then one more... But how much time has passed? The monks singing are hypnotic and the jungle seems wrapped all around her.. "Hey, why are they carrying me holding my arms? -she thinks- Who took away my garland? Has someone draw some symbols on me?!"

She suddenly gain full consciousnes again. Her shirt is drenched in sweat and her heart is literally hammering in her chest while she feels completely worn. The monks are standing all around her and the other tourists have disappeared. A monk gets closer to her and places a hand on her chest, right over her heart that as a consequence start beating even faster. He says words in a language she doesn't know but somehow she understand: "Her heart is perfectly alligned to the Mountain's Energy" he says.

"My heart... What??" She replies. But without having even the time to get more scared her head start spinning, her vision becomes blurry.

"Am I having an heat stroke?!"

Everything goes black.

She suddenly wakes up. She's now on the top of the mountain, tied up to a woodden structure completely naked. The monks are in front of her singing and dancing. She's caught by a panic attack and faints again. When she wakes up a monk is earstething her. "Her heart is ready to be donated to the Mountain!!" He exclaims while the other monks start screaming for joy. She starts screaming too, terrorized, but she rapidly runs out of air and the lights go out again.

A sharp pain wakes her up and as she opens her eyes she sees a monk's hand that is literally passing through her left sternum border like her rib cage doesn't even exist. His hand touches her heart while the fingers are searching for a strong grip on the organ. Once vigorously held, the monk retract his hand carrying her heart outside of her chest. The organ is now beating in front of her terrified eyes, so powerful she can clearly hear the beats passing through the air. A last snap and her heart is separated from her body without even opposing resistance. Without having a pulse, life starts rapidly leaving her... She's still able to open one eye to give a last look just to see a hole in her chest and her heart still beating in the monk's hand that is now rising it towards the sky.

"How could I've been so stupid -she thinks- it was a trap... They are savages and they still sacrifice us clueless tourists... No one will ever find me here... Oh..." Everything becomes dark.

She wakes up in her hotel room, in the middle of the night, in a pool of sweet in her bed. Her heart is racing so fast she crosses her hands over it, scared it could jump out somehow... The jungle, the walk, the sacrifice... It was just a nightmare.

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #female heartbeat #heartbeat #dark cardiophilia

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oneatlatime · 7 months

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Avatar Day

I'm back!

"A hundred years passed and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar" That wasn't just chance, was it? Wanna bet that it also wasn't just chance that Zuko was near enough to see the beam of light?

HOW LONG DO YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP FOR A SPIDER TO SET UP SHOP IN YOUR MOUTH?!?!?

"What are you doing in my mouth" is a sentence so ripe for innuendo-isation that my brain tripped over itself trying to come up with a dirty way to spin it.

Love the boundary talk too. I had no idea that kind of therapy speak was around in the early 2000s.

There has got to be a more efficient way of stopping someone who can canonically fly than pulling down a whole ass tree vaguely in their path. And how strong are these rhino things?

Did that mask guy just try to bomb a child?

Tee Hee. A Pee Pee.

Boomerang has to come back though. That what boomerangs do. I refuse to believe that boomerang is gone.

I guessed about halfway through season 1 that Zuko would have to go through some identity struggles in this show, but I was wrong! It's Sokka who gets to reevaluate his identity. Ponytail guy doesn't have the same ring to it.

Dingalings all over this episode.

I've been wondering why we weren't seeing more Avatar themed places and events. Granted, the avatar's been missing for a century, but in a world where there is recurring proof of a spiritually endowed god-like person's existence, I would expect more temples and Holy days. I mean, we can't even prove that any of our gods exist and we still commit to building megachurches. Imagine how easy it would be to fundraise to build a temple to an Avatar when there's the underlying threat that if you don't donate, the demigod in question could show up at your house.

Two things: first, there were some serious resources invested in these floats. Either this village is loaded or has priority problems. Second: Aang is now well enough known worldwide, that villages he's never been to can accurately depict his appearance, costume, and personality. It really never occurred to them to lay low, did it?

"That's the biggest me I've ever seen." I'm curious to know your sample size.

Sokka could totally carry a torch. It's the torch that wouldn't be worthy of the wielder.

That about sums up my reaction too.

Zuko's in this episode. Hi Zuko! I'd know that musical trill anywhere. When was the last time I saw Zuko?

So I know that Zuko's got a wisdom problem, but could he at least wait until after dark to rob people? While wearing a very recognisable costume that is prominently featured on its own Wanted poster? Just a little common sense I'm begging you.

So in character for it to be Katara who takes action first when Aang is insulted/has his effigy set on fire.

This guy is stupid right? Kyoshi was around at least, what - two hundred years ago? And there's been two avatars since, who as far as I can tell aren't Kyoshi reincarnated but are whole other people, and he's still blaming Aang for some rando's death?

Pro tip: anyone introduced with the expression "glorious leader" is invariably neither glorious nor a good leader. Good leaders don't need hyping up.

I was wondering if that little remark about water tribe money at the beginning of the episode was going to have a payoff. Every time I think it's simple worldbuilding, it turns out to be plot. This show is so neat.

The loss of boomerang is having unforseen effects on Sokka's mental state.

"I can't do that [save the world] with people thinking I'm a murderer either." Says Aang. "So what exactly do you think every earth kingdom and water tribe person assumes you're going to do to the Fire Lord?" Says I. To be clear, I don't want to watch a goofy 12 year old commit a war crime, but I guarantee that no one in the avatar world is under any illusions about any fire lord going quietly.

How does Aang know how do push the 'expert detective' button?

How long is Katara's arm?

Ok I'm guessing from Katara and Aang's reaction to the polar leopard boots story, that Aang knew that Sokka could be conned into helping with 'expert detective' talk, because Sokka has retold the polar leopard boots story 800 times.

Sokka understands the importance of looking the part! Hang on I got a gif for this.

Well-known top three rich person activity: money fondling.

Moneybags should have put those metal reinforcing struts on the roof too. He probably cheaped out.

Oh my GOD this is peak sibling energy. This is MY thing. No touch. ME DO. MINE. Yeah I know it's obvious to anyone with eyes but I'M THE ONE WHO GETS TO SAY IT OUT LOUD.

Loving the bubble pipe.

HYBRID ANIMAL

NOT A DRILL

Rat Elephant?

Too late my man. The only person who didn't see that is Aangy.

Super nitpick time! Why did they build a defensive stockade when there are highly climbable cliffs 50 feet away and the fire nation have cliff-climbing tanks?

Funny how the mayor guy says "clear her name." Aang wants to clear his own name, the mayor wants to clears Kyoshi's. At least some people get that avatars are different people.

Last visit to Kyoshi was: -Harassing local wildlife -Misogyny -Crossdressing -Burning down the whole village -Harassing local wildlife again

What in that list inspired Suki to change the world/fight in the war?

Respect the props Katara.

I found the sane people is this village! You know what I love? When they're listing Aang's good points, being the Avatar comes FORTH. They get that he's more than his title.

I'm sorry but I cannot believe that this painting, which lives in a building without a door, is three hundred years old. Unless that thing is behind 15 layers of varnish or invisible glass, humidity would have destroyed it in the first decade.

Katara getting ragdolled got a big laugh from me. Plus the follow up pipe to the noggin. Gotta love a sibling slap fight!

With that model of justice it's no wonder the sane ones are in jail.

Sounds like someone was chasing butterflies when he should have been paying attention...

Zuko again. I'd forgotten he was in this episode.

"There is a simple honour in poverty" is a good-sounding line, but I'd believe it more if it wasn't coming from a former crown prince who, until like three weeks ago, never wanted for anything.

Can someone please make Zuko aware of the fact that honour as a concept exists outside of an avatar-capturing context?

In my experience, the hope you give to yourself when there's no hope left is less hope and more spite. Still works though.

Was all that talk about not touching Kyoshi's things just talk, or did the water tribe siblings have to steal this stuff?

YES Sokka is RIGHT stuff has POWER.

Did Koh steal their brains as well as their faces?

The village idiots fucked around, and now they're gonna find out! this is going to be good.

So Chin the conqueror was about as smart as the people of his village. He really thought he could take on the Avatar?

Good Lord avatars can move tectonic plates?

She's blowing a continent. She sailed a continent. Without a sail.

Tiny Momo.

Badadss lady speech aside, it's pretty funny that Kyoshi used her ability to manifest to be the opposite of helpful.

Just when I thought he couldn't possibly get more stupid, he sinks to an even lower level of dumbass. Zuko sucks all the common sense out of any room he enters; the only thing that's kept him alive this long is being in proximity to the world's wisest man as balance. So what does Zuko do? Rides off into the sunset WITHOUT Iroh. Dumbass. I give him two days before he dies in a freak foraging accident. Dumbass.

SERIOUSLY. DUMBASS.

Never thought I'd be happy to see these guys, but here I am.

Petty Aang! I've never seen petty Aang before. Boy contains multitudes.

Screw artifact preservation.

Three of these jokes in a single episode. This episode does rather feel as though it was written with the brakes off.

The lead rhino takes one look at Aang and is like "I'm not going to mess with that. Let's burn down some buildings instead." Let the record show, the lead rhino has more sense than Chin the Conqueror.

I knew it! Boomerang came back!

Raw dough. Uncooked dough. Their new snack is salmonella. "This is by far the worst town we've ever been to." Thanks to Sokka for the thesis statement.

Final Thoughts

This episode was hot nonsense! And I love nonsense, but it's too far when I find myself rooting FOR the rhinos. To be clear, I loved this episode's humour and especially the sibling dynamic between Sokka and Katara. I've literally had that exact conversation with siblings, usually about who gets to be the one to tell Mom about the spectacular awesome thing we saw that totally wasn't our fault and that we totally saw without going somewhere we shouldn't have.

But! The villagers? Stupid. We cut to Zuko? Heretofore unseen levels of Stupid. Even Iroh was being stupid. You do have to let children learn things for themselves and make their own mistakes, but in enemy territory? With a documented history of dumbass behaviour? And a propensity for dressing as a wanted criminal, while also being a different wanted fugitive while out of disguise? Mark my words; it's going to end stupid.

I loved the C plot with Sokka and identity. It's funny how it parallels/speedruns the journey Zuko's going to have to end up doing at some point (he'd BETTER), although probably not in a single episode with goofy props. If only teenage identity crises were as easily solved as a returned boomerang.

That scene with Kyoshi sure was something, huh? I actually rewound and watched it twice through before I tried to comment on it, because I was too enthralled to do anything but watch.

If all Avatars can do what Kyoshi can do, then Aang is: a) nowhere near as developed an Avatar as I've been assuming, and b) going to be really really scary one day. Not sure how I feel about Scary Aang. Although petty Aang was fun.

I love monster of the week episodes with low stakes and high humour, but this one was had so much stupid coming at me from so many directions that it did get a little annoying. Still, I'll rewatch it. That Kyoshi bit was delicious.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar day #avatar the last airbender

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Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Buddhist ceremony

Buddhism has a principle called "Ovada-patimokkha", which is sometimes called the "heart of Buddhism." In the Ovada-patimokkha, there are three main principles we see as a basic lesson and talk about a lot.

1. Cease to do evil (abstain from sin) 2. Cultivate that which is good (make good deeds) 3. Purify the heart (clear your mind from sorrow or sinful thought)

By trying to follow the teachings of this principle, it leads to an attempt to do good deeds by actions that can be seen. It consists of 3 things:

1. alms: the giving of one's possessions for the benefit of others 2. Precepts: keeping the body and speech in order. 3. Prayer: training the mind to be calm and wise.

The Buddhist ceremony is where we will do those 3 things together with other Buddhists. Sometimes it happens as a national event and sometimes as a personal event between groups of families and friends.

The ceremony that is organized for personal reasons can be categorized according to the occasion into two types.

1. Auspicious ceremonies such as merit making, ordaining, topknot shaving, getting married, moving to a new house, and so on.

2. Inauspicious ceremony such as the death of parents, teachers, or relatives. When a Buddhist dies, their family will make merit at the funeral for 7 days, 50 days, or 100 days depending on their ability and determination. They will also make merit on the anniversary of the death of loved ones. Or if other bad things happen, people will also organize a ceremony to try to make the misfortune go away or to alleviate the sorrow.

I will not go into detail about how you should go and organize one yourself. But if you want any details in particular, please do let me know. Except if you are really about to organize one by yourself, then please consult with someone else, not me. I usually just do what others do, so I kind of know what the ceremony consists of, but I never remember the order in which things happen.

The ceremony will begin after the monks we have invited arrive at the ceremony site, so that will be the first thing to happen. The organizer of the event will then light incense and candles and pray to the Triple Gem, followed by the churchwarden (makanayok) taking over for a while before the monks begin to chant.When the chant is over, the host will offer food and various equipment to the monks.

Different things can have different meanings if you believe in superstition, so it can be a factor in what you choose as an offering, but I think it will be best to prioritize efficiency first when choosing what to offer or donate. Something like alcohol and accessories is forbit and if you include it, it can be considered as sin.

After the monks accept those things, they will bless and anoint/sprink holy water on the attendees. Then the ceremony is kind of done.

When I attend a ceremony organized by my school, there is no lunch break because it will finish before that time, but if it is organized by my relative, the food offering will happen at lunch time (before 12 p.m. bc eating after 12 p.m. is against the rule for Thai monks), and we will offer other things after everyone eats lunch, and we will pour ceremonial water somewhere near the end.

If the one who organized the event requests the monks will preach on the requested topic, I'm not sure when but they will.

Other things

Attendees are expected to chant some parts along with the monks. I never sure which part and just copy someone who sit near me.😅

pouring ceremonial water is a symbol of the intention of giving the merits that we have done to those who have passed away. We will pour water into the ground or pour it into some sort of container and then into the ground or at the base of the tree afterward. When there weren't enough jugs, many people have a habit of touching one another, starting from the one who has it when it's time to pour the water in order to participate.

Ordination can occur from many intentions and occasions. Some people might do it with the intention of being a monk for life, while others might do it only for a short period on a special occasion. The occasion can be when a close relative or a benefactor passes away and he enters the priesthood while the body is being cremated, before he gets married, when something bad happens, or to make his parents happy. Sometimes it was even to redeem oneself. When a person does a bad thing and feels guilty, they might choose to compensate by ordination and, in some cases, they will do it as a life-long commitment. It was also a way for the poor to give their children access to an education in the past. Because when a child becomes a novice monk, they get to learn how to read and write. Most Buddhist men will be ordained at least once in their lives.

5 and 8 precepts. 5 precept is to abstain from taking life, stealing, sexual misconduct, false speech, alcohol or other intoxicants. 8 precepts is the same as 5 precepts but with 3 more, which are don't eat after noon, don't partake in entertainment such as dancing, singing, and also anything related to making yourself pretty, and don't use a high and soft bed.

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#thai culture

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kaizokushojo · 3 months

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Cat help URGENTLY NEEDED

See info below the cut (THERE ARE SEVERAL EDITS NOW)

TL;DR: 3 kittens one kitten (deets below) needs fixing, ~$25-50 needed.

But, spouse was laid off the last week of December, so: no money. We've had to sell stuff/etc. just to make ends meet. (I take care of my disabled and elderly parents nearly full time, and commissions haven't done well, so...spouse makes all the money.) We have managed to feed them through a mix of luck and bad luck, and today we got paid a $700 sign-on bonus for the new job, which ensured a bill getting paid, gas money to commute to work, and some groceries which included some wet food and a 15 lb bag of crunchy food for the three kittens + my two cats! ...but it isn't enough to spare to get them fixed yet. And we still won't get paid for like another week and a half or two??

Full details: Some weeks ago, three girl kittens showed up out of nowhere (as kittens do) at our house. Three cute little black kittens. We have fed & watered them and set out a little electrically heated cat box, because we had to do at least that much.

And here's where it becomes urgent. 🙃 I had suspicions yesterday, but the fluffiest of the kittens is now VERY MUCH IN HEAT.

"Put her up/bring her in!" we don't have money for the vet and I do noooot have a big enough house to keep them away from my own cats. Idk if they have anything, or have worms, etc. :/ I can't even afford to take Mom's cat to the vet and I'm super worried about him too for a totally different reason (respiratory issues, recently stopped eating, losing weight, etc.). (Mom is also broke.) Like, ngl, not an ideal situation.

I have PayPal & Venmo. I've never used Venmo but the username is KaizokuShojo. I neeeeeed to get this poor girl to the clinic, and her sisters are likely to follow suit very soon. They're so small but they're big enough, I've worked enough with cats in the past to know.

The local spay/neuter place is $25/cat. I don't remember if they charge tax so maybe $80 total needed.

Please comment if you donate so that I can edit the post to show what's needed/show it isn't needed anymore because I ONLY need the money to get them fixed. (Which is good, I did formerly need some money for their food but the sign on bonus came at an excellent time.)

Also feel free to give as a downpayment on a commission, if you like. Comment but also message for details.

EDIT: spouse is currently in the midst of trading something we own to someone for something else, which we will then try to sell! If that sells, money is solved!!! If not, uh. Well. If nothing else, I am going to make an appointment as soon as the spay place opens in the morning, and failing the money coming through, I have an "absolutely for emergencies ONLY" credit card, but I don't want to mess with that if additional income isn't guaranteed coming in (the interest is high and evil and we are already not doing okay at all)......but also this is very much an increasingly pressing emergency. So! I appreciate everyone sharing/etc. that did so! But someone actually showing interest and trading the thing, that helps a ton! Fingers crossed it sells soon after getting it!!!!! Small edir: trade went through, second thing has not sold. Go figure lol.

EDIT 2: 2 of the 3 stray kittens disappeared. Lots of people have been around in the area lately due to real estate stuff going on, so I'm kind of just going to hope intensely that someone went "holy crap cute kittens" and took them home, or someone on fb saw our troubles and came and took them, idk. I can't dwell on it too long, I already have many stressproblems and am thiiiiis close to an anxiety attack lately. But, ONE kitten, we can likely handle that. Money is set to start trickling in soon, we'll get her fixed, get her to a basic vet visit, y'know. She was the runt and doesn't appear to be in heat so we have a buffer. Thank you to the people that shared, I reaaaaaaally appreciate it.

#Cat #Cats #Kittens #Cat help #Kitten help #Donations #Please help #Help

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exuberantocean · 3 months

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I deeply hate how so much of internet culture equates bullying online to activism.

Like, instead of doing actual constructive activities to help a cause, let's bully this person for reblogging something five years ago from someone who they didn't realize is a Terf/zoinist/homophobe etc.

And no. This is not the same as asking for better depictions of marginalized groups in media. It's really fucking telling that you're not going after people who actually have the power to make a change, but fellow fans, bloggers, and random ass celebrities.

I think the Georgia Tennant thing is a good example. Now, I know she's got a some fans, but let's be real; the woman's barely even a B list celebrity. I don't know if she did or did not actually like a few posts from a zionist one year ago. But holy cow, even if she did??? That was before Israel's genocide began. And for a lot of people, it's not easy to tell the difference between a post against antisemitism and a zionist post. (Often on purpose-hate groups will often lure you in with the more sane posts and they slowly convert you. It's a tactic.)

Like, harassing this random ass person isn't saving anyone in Gaza. It's not getting food or water to anyone in Gaza. It's not calling for a cease fire. You're not doing any good in the world.

But at the heart of it, it's not even about what happened with Georgia. It's about being a decent fucking person.

We've all reblogged some shit from someone vile, whether we know it or not. I know I did once and I took it as a kindness when one of my mutual's sent me a dm to let me know and I took it down. The post itself wasn't offensive and I would have had to wade through half their blog to tell and Jesus, no one's doing that.

So you know what, if you're that against hate, provide it. Treat the people you come across on the internet with kindness. Don't start a witch hunt. Doing shit like that does not help your cause; it hurts it. If you want to help your cause, vote, volunteer, donate. Don't be a troll.

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TSLOCG: Eric Miller

This is going to be a long post following my feelings toward Eric Miller throughout season 1:

1x1: When Bela first ran up to Eric, I got a sense of her character as a super eager freshman trying extra hard to make a drastic first impression so that she would be remembered. As a college senior who's been in a position of leadership, I sort of sympathized with his reaction at first, especially since there were hundreds of people at the Catullan meeting. If some random freshman came up to me wanting to read me their submission or something, I'd be happy to see their enthusiasm but god damn I got shit to do lmao.

Then Eric said that shit about "female spots" and I was like goodbye. And he followed it up with "I would give anything for Elizabeth Warren to be president" which made it all sound even worse. AND he ended it by mentioning the Pot Stickers, the all-Asian improv troupe. Like noooo, way to make it about race too.

1x2: The next time we see him he's saying stuff like "If I want Bark Thins and a mocha, you will get me Bark Thins and a mocha. And don't be cute and try to write a funny name on my cup. You will be cut." So now he's sexist, racist, AND on a power trip.

1x4: When Bela stands up for herself after being uncomfortably stereotyped as part of a joke (and I was really proud of her!!!), Eric is more concerned about Danny rescinding his donation check instead of addressing her experience. I was really sad because I thought her act of standing up for herself was going to be associated with the destruction of the Catullan, therefore implying that she should've just stayed quiet, but half the funds were recovered by someone else, so there was that at least. But it really says a lot about institutions...

In the same episode, Eric tells Bela, "I think you overreacted. Danny can't be sexist. He only hires female assistants." Honey, no, that's...just not true. Props to Evangeline for continuing to be fucking awesome by rolling her eyes and also speaking up for Bela.

1x7: After final submissions, Eric says, "If we choose any new members, tonight is gonna be tap night. We'll come find you in your rooms and whisk you away for hours of traditions that you cannot share with anyone, ever. Including future spouses." At this point, I got really scared that Eric might be like Ryan because the specific word choices and phrasing were really sus, like tap being slang for fuck, hours of tradition, can't share with anyone including future spouses...??? But there was no way because Evangeline was also a part of it.

And then...Ryan sexually assaults Bela after sexually harassing her and she finally speaks up about it to Evangeline and Eric. God bless Evangeline for being perfect, but Eric immediately says, "Can we make this quick" and lowers Bela's confidence and self-esteem even more. Eric starts to freak out visibly and verbally, saying things like "going to Title IX already?" and "I don't want to get involved in this and quite frankly I'm not sure there's a this to be involved in," literally dismissing Bela's feelings and the importance of the situation. His defensiveness made me so uncomfortable to hear as a viewer, like holy crap, he shut her down in such a horrible way.

Later, he asks Bela to talk alone. Before starting, he asks for a glass of water or something to which Bela says no and good because earlier he was such an ass. Then, he says, "I wrote this down so I wouldn't get it wrong...My initial reaction earlier today sucked. As an editor and a sometimes very awkward and thoughtless person, I'm sorry. I handled myself poorly. I believe you, and I will do something about it."

This scene is where things changed for me. At first, I thought that Eric was taking the easy way out by using a script, but in the season finale, he actively takes part in removing Ryan from the Catullan. When Ryan tries to make Bela less believable with ''a girl who gave eight handjobs," Eric counters,

"And who cares how many fucking hand jobs she gave? It doesn't make her any less credible, you shit."

This line is so so so important because yes, it doesn't matter what Bela did in the past. It doesn't erase her experience of sexual harassment and assault. For Eric to say this so outright and to the point means so much for Bela and for people who have had the same/similar experiences. It also really shows that he's capable of change and growth as a person. He went from completely denying Bela's experiences to directly addressing them to taking action. And the words that he wrote down when apologizing acknowledged Bela's experiences and the inappropriateness of his reaction. There were no excuses like "I've known Ryan for years" or "this is a sensitive situation and there's a lot of room for screwing a lot of things up." No, Eric's apology was about him as a person and owning up to his behavior.

And that is why Eric easily got bumped up on my favorite characters list. He started off really terribly but had very meaningful development and that's the kind of shit I love.

#the sex lives of college girls #sex lives of college girls #tslocg #slocg #s1 #eric miller #bela malhotra #I said favorite characters list bc I didn't wanna come off as crazy but he is my favorite #I love him so much #and I just wanted to share #mkwg4271

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ironclawallosaur · 1 year

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Concept: urban fantasy where all law enforcement is forcibly converted to being vampires upon getting out of the police academy.

Why? Because they physically cannot entire a private space without 1. the owner's invitation, or 2. a warrant (the state giving them an invitation over the owner's objections). Public areas are by definition not somewhere they need invitation, but semi-private areas like smaller stores can sometimes pose issues if the owner didn't also set out an obvious written invitation.

(I bet that's totally invisible, too—they come back to a favorite coffee shop and while nothing looks different, the sign got taken down, dusted, and replaced by the minimum wage new hire who has no ownership of the store and technically can't invite anyone anywhere, so now they're stuck at the entrance)

Other benefits: these vampires have a typical advanced healing factor / super sense / general all around +1 to all stats thing typical in modern vampire stories, which means that "I was in fear of my life" excuses are a lot harder to make stick. They also pick up on inconsistencies in blood spatter awfully fast because blood strikes them as Intriguing.

Drawbacks: vampires require human blood, and can only consume liquids. There's a huge, quiet fear of biting-type police brutality becoming a big problem, though because the overall thrust of this is "nothing is more dangerous than a politician or administrator with a clever idea" it's more of a fear than a reality.

Also, while most vampire hunter clans were approached to Not Fight The Law, one group out and out refused. As far as the public is aware they're some sort of domestic terrorists.

No, the public has no idea this has happened—and there's very serious, magically-enforced gag orders preventing the news from going further than immediate family—though they're getting an overall gist that something's up. On that, religiosity has been going up—vampires are repelled by Faith, so a fugitive from the cops will always find shelter in a church or other holy site, cars with prominent religious icons rarely get stopped, and major holidays see the cops lethargic. This is not restricted to Abrahamic religions, and someone with sufficient faith in a nonreligious institution could use an artifact of that—a BitCoin Bro dead convinced that the coin will Always Go Up could use something with a BC logo on it as a ward. This is because vampires operate in a Fear niche that faith damages, and also because it's funny.

I figure the best way to do this would be "recently dropped Masquerade" so modern history can create modern institutions without worrying too much about butterfly effect.

Other notes:

human blood is metaphysically necessary, but dietarily a vampire can stretch a donation or two with pig's blood and smoothies

the bigbrains behind this basically made it mandatory and then went OH SHIT WHAT IF WE DID SOMETHING BAD and enacted a bunch of strictures to prevent Vampire Cop Uprisings

I dunno if this is nationwide (it is more or less set in some big city in the US in my mind) or just citywide, but it would affect all of any agencies within jurisdiction

FBI is not vampires

cops can no longer eat donuts :(

various other services like firefighters or search-and-rescue are not vampires, or anything else, overall, but have been playing around with various other Fantasy Kitchen Sink creatures—I have a strong mental image of a S&R werewolf

vampirism can be cured, and anyone who leaves the police force generally is, to prevent spiking the number of vampires

the cure isn't perfect, some changes will linger

these vampires are biological, living beings, and genetically compatible with humans, but their kids don't inherit anything special except a risk factor for weird blood diseases

they can cross running water but standing on top of a sufficient volume of running water grounds out various abilities

so better hope you know where the major pipes and stormdrains are... lmao

the vampires are probably polymorphs into some kind of bat creature because I'd like to draw that

but they can't turn into mist or anything like that

obvious thing to do is make some kind of procedural

No idea if I'll ever do anything with this but it did get me from groggy light sleep to fully awake just to write it down so, y'know.

#story ideas #urban fantasy shenanigans #vampires #this is the second weird vampire setting I have nesting in my head and it's very different #send help

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According to some, the moon is fully visible on Paush Purnima. Some say that bathing in holy water, donating to the poor, and offering "Prasada" to Suryadev on this day can help people rid themselves of sins and guide them towards salvation.

Some other rituals associated with Paush Purnima include:

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#Pousha Purnima #festival #Religion #custumcontent

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premiumdates · 1 year

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