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loth-creatures · 1 year

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🏳️‍🌈BE GAY DO CRIMES 🏳️‍⚧️BE GAY DO CRIMES 🏳️‍🌈 BE G A Y DO CRIMES🏳️‍⚧️ FINALLY FINISHED YEEHAW

MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU FUCKERS

NOW GO CAUSE SOME TROUBLE KARK SHIT UP LETS GOOOO

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babiexiao · 11 months

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expand on it. please.

since you said please i guess i have to say it now :/

g... gojo... gojo n thigh fucking.... GOJO AND THIGH FUCKING. i justdhhehd i just think he would... do it while you're looking into a mirror tbh :/ but he'd make sure you came at least once so your cunt is already messy. likes to feel how your body goes weak in his hold when his cock presses through your folds from the back. likes to watch the head poke out from between them in the mirror. he. he likes it messy. i think he's part of the leaky tip gang. paired with your wetness n how long he edged you for it's messy.

messy and sloppy. sloppy slick sounds every time he pushes his cock back and forth and it's embarrassing how arousing it is. i think he'd be full of praise tbh, a lil pussy drunk too. pussy drunk and thigh drunk (it's a thing now).

"thaaa's it baby, fuck. use me. yeahh, jus' like that." puts his hands on your ass to help you move your hips ohhh my god... gives it a couple of slaps that hurt just right. pushes your face into the mirror when he gets closer to his high. with how big he is, he'd probably end up pushing your entire body against the mirror while he ruts against your thighs :/ his body flushed against your back n your front flushed against the cold mirror. probably has his hand tangled in your hair as he holds you down and finishes with a louddd groan.

thrusts his hips into your thighs a couple more times to properly milk himself. cums so much it's all over the mirror and over your cunt and thighs. just spreads your legs with ease so he can see the mess he made in the mirror and taps his softening cock against your pussy before sliding it in between your thighs n cunt again and makes you close your legs again and andnadndn it jsuttt. twitches.. once he feels... yoru thighs... againmn.. and just... oh my goddd okay eyahH ENOUGH!!!!

#💌 : letters for me #mercury <3 #i am shaking you by your shoulders VIOLENTLY for even sending me this but i had to do it w gojo so i wasn't the only one suffering #ilu #i don't remember my tag for gojo thirsts oh well #lot less thigh and fucking than i intended byt that's whaht happens when i talk about gojo. i go blank as fuck #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut

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alsojnpie · 3 months

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papyrus if you never step away from your mailbox then how is anyone going to be able to sneak something in there????

#you know that post going around. type a and type b papyrus enjoyers #there's a secret type c (me) which is: just wants to be near him and stare at him with giant eyes #and hang on his every word while he rattles on about who knows what he talks about #the kissing face grosses me out. i don't really want that kind of interaction.#i want to give him a love letter but i don't want to scare him with ALL THE LOVE!!!!!!!! do you understand

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fictionadventurer · 11 months

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I know I just said that we shouldn't categorize people in history, but when it comes to the presidential podcast, I do find myself sorting presidents into "good" and "garbage" piles based on how they treated their wife.

Good

Ulysses S. Grant gets top marks here. I'm not crazy about his wife, but he was, and they're cute together. She was sunny and upbeat enough to boost him through a lot of years of struggle, and he was devoted to both her and the children.

Theodore Roosevelt was a loving husband to both his wives and a ridiculously devoted father to all his children.

James Garfield starts out in the garbage pile because he married her without love and had an affair, but the way they both overcame that to fall deeply in love is a pretty beautiful redemption.

Woodrow Wilson seems to have had a pretty good relationship with his wife. I know less about them so this is a tentative classification, but she was willing to basically help run the country after his stroke, so it suggests there was something good there.

Garbage

Warren Harding reigns in the garbage can. Multiple unrepentant affairs with long-term mistresses.

FDR was already on pretty shaky ground in my mind, but once I learned he had an affair with Eleanor's secretary, and then Eleanor stayed with him through polio, and then at his death he was with this same secretary while Eleanor was away, he lost a lot of points.

Middle Ground

Lincoln and his wife had a pretty rocky relationship, but from what I can tell they tried to make it work and were planning on taking steps to improve things before his death.

Chester Arthur's wife hated that he was constantly away on political business, which gives him a lot of bad husband points, but also she did want that high-class, high-status lifestyle, and from what I can tell he did love her and had a lot of regrets after she died.

#history is awesome #presidential talk #i've got inklings about some of the other guys but can't say for sure #and i recognize that things are about to get worse and worse as we head deeper into the 20th century #one thing this podcast has done is make me lament even more the death of romance #some of these letters people wrote in the 19th century are wow #you don't get that level of emotional openness anymore #there is so much flowery language #so much emotional openness even from men #men waxing poetic about all the things they love about their wives #and then we hit warren harding and they specifically mention how modern his letters to his mistresses feel #because he's being blunt and crass #and the people are like 'on one level it's relatable and kind of cool to see that they're people like us'#but i'm just like 'in what way is this an improvement?'#we've lost so much respect and decency and devotion and instead settle for cheap crass 'honesty'#i'd much rather make men live up to the higher standard

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kyouka-supremacy · 3 months

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#This is about the last thing I could have imagined happening to me but.#A girl just slid what pretty realistically is a love letter under my door and. I really don't know what to do about it #God. I like her a lot but I also really just love her as a friend??#I don't. I have no idea what to reply because on one hand if I said something like #“yeah every second we spend together is precious to me too I love you <3 ” I would probably. Definitely come across wrong #But at the same time I can't just reply coldly I don't want to be rude. I do enjoy the time we spend together.#I just feel that if I don't reply with the same love and dedication I will come off as rude and make her sad and I really don't want to #But also I'm like. 100% sure I'm not into her romantically #It's just. The way she talks to me in the letter makes me feel... Odd in the bad way.#She spent words of admiration on me I really feel like I can't own you know.#She seems to look up to me a lot and I don't think I should be looked up to at all.#“You're a wonderful‚ very strong‚ and intelligent person” HOW DO YOU EVEN REPLY TO THAT.#“Uh I disagree but you're entitled to your opinion”... ?#Thank you?#This is. Ugh. I'm really not fit for this kind of stuff.#I LOVE exploring characters being in love and putting them in awkward ridiculous situations that make them miserable.#I HATE to be in such situations #As if exams weren't enough. How do I deal with that #Posting this just in case anyone has genuine advice btw. How do you reject a girl you actually like a lot #And how should I even write her back. Because she said to and I'm the WORST at writing back #Sis this is stressing me off so much. I want to dig a hole and disappear in it. I'm not getting out of my room for the next six months.#(For context we live in the same students dorm)#random rambles #I'm so distressed right now this is the absolute worst.#Like I was pretty fine with where we were at but now I feel like I really don't want to spend time with her again for a long time.#Deleting this soon hopefully

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icewindandboringhorror · 7 months

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There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.

#I think also because I'm a very nostalgic person - THOUGH not in the way that somep poeple mean when they say nostalgia because I've realiz #ed that to some people apparently it means like.. more of a sad emotional thing? Or when I talk about being nostalgic they say 'me too' and #then describe how they're always depressed dwelling on the past wishing they could revisit it and replaying it and feeling sad and etc.#Whereas for me - it's not in a deep or emotional way at all. It's very detached - kind of like someone who is doing like a scientific #cataloguing of something? I don't feel any remorse or sadness or longing or sitting there sobbing for hours over people/pets I've lost or #etc. It's more like a fun contemplative excercise and extension of self analysis plus just documentation. Like I know your memory fades as #you get older OR even as stuff is actively ongoing humans have terrible recall - even the ones who are less emotional/more focused on #accuracy our minds still twist things or etc. SO I looove to have documentations of everything possible so that in the future I will have #as full and complete of a view of myself as I possibly can. sure the image will undoubtedly be a little distorted but having real evidence #of how something was at a time is very valuable. You look through old messages or letters or something and you always find other alternate #versions of yourself. Not in a worse way like inherently inferior Previous Models Of You who haven't yet been perfected but even just in a #neutral way like 'what they're saying is not a BAd thing but also is not how I would say that today.' etc. ANYWAY I find it really interest #ing to document and remember things and love revisiting the past - not in a sad way - but just like. curiosity. reminiscing and recalling #and filling in gaps. or trying to have the same feeling I felt at a previous time so I can remember what it was. Collecting information for #documentation purposes. Like for example - I would love to go back and tour all of my old childhood houses/apartments. Not to like #sit in the middleof them and cry and go 'ohhh my childhood waughhh' - but literally because I want to take detailed photographs so I #can remeber exatly what they looked like and recreate them in sims or some other digital way. Why? idk. just to gather the information. If #I ever live to like 80 years old and I'm still reflecting on my life curious about the dteails of it. I want to be able to fire up my #ancient windows 10 laptop I've kept all these years and open up the sims 4 and tour my old home with accuracy etc. ??#Not sure why really. Maybe an extension of how I generally care a lot about having an 'accurate' view of things? Like I would rather be #accurate than be happy. I don't understand 'ignorance is bliss' because I would always rather know. I always always in any situation am mor #focused on 'what is the well researched practical truth' than about 'how does this make me feel' or etc. Truth above ALL else even if it #were to make me miserable. Aka why I'm a 'boring' 'annoying' 'UM actually..' type of killjoy lol because it's very hard for me to understan #that some people can enjoy something or have a good time even not knowing the full facts of a situation or etc. BUT anyway. since that is #some core driver of my personality for whatever reason (just the plague of ennegram type 5 perhaps lol) maybe that also drives me to my #kind of minor obsession with like 'I must have a complete view and calatoguing of my life that is as accurate as possible within the means #i have' . Is it REALLY important for me to know the exact layout of on of my first childhood bedrooms? no. materially it does nothing for m #in life. BUT hey. it would make a great addition to the Accurate Life Story Catalogue lol. ANYWAY.. But I think a lot of wanting to live in #one place forever is not just the ease of documentation. but the sense of having a constant. Much of what i crave most in life is stability #& familiarity &routine bc of how my brain works. And it just would feel so good to be Settled. Never uproot again. One little place FOREVER

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greencarnation · 2 years

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There is no such thing as too much or too little you can do for Iran right now. Talk to your friends, tell your family - mainstream news is barely covering this, and people without social media are unlikely to know much. Sign and share petitions, create and promote content, do not stop talking. Write to your local parliament, and attend protests in your area. If you don't have any, see how you can get involved in organizing them. From what I understand US sanctions make it impossible to donate money, though.

This is overwhelming for everyone, but we owe it to the people of Iran to not close are eyes now. They don't have the luxury of ignorance. We must be their voices while they're being silenced. We can't let the world forget them.

If all you can do is share, do that! Do that! Don't underestimate how much the smallest things help, and remember that anything is better than silence.

#and also! i know that if you're like me your fyp has been full of this stuff for days so the information you have may seem obvious #but i promise you that most people don't have the barest idea of whats going on #you have to tell them #i brought it up at dinner today and only one other person knew it was happening at all and he didn't know any of the details #now they all know and are posting about it. my moms writing letter after email after letter to the local govt #little things matter i promise #just don't stop talking #iran #iranian lives matter #mahsa amini #islamic republic of iran #mine

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hephaestuscrew · 1 year

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Michael Tate was introduced in Greater Boston as someone mourning his best friend; his grief after Leon's death is a key part of his character arc. Four seasons later, in his farewell letter to Louisa, we hear him thinking of himself as a best friend who someone else would mourn - a kind of tragic role reversal. In that letter, Michael refers to both Leon and Louisa as his "best friend". As he faced the prospect of death, he thought about how it felt for him to lose Leon and he used that experience to empathise with the grief and anger and regret that Louisa would feel at losing him. He tried to ease the pain that Louisa would feel at his death while knowing that he couldn't. There's something so powerful to me about that potential cycle of loss. Michael, whose narrative has been so shaped by grief, had to confront the idea of someone grieving for him with a similar intensity…

#Greater Boston #Greater Boston podcast #I'm still feeling shrimp emotions about Michael's letter to Louisa #as I knew I would #I don't really know how to express the shrimp emotions but this is a partial attempt #Greater Boston is very good at releasing a short mini-episode that then takes up my brain for the rest of the week #I listened to it on my lunch break like a fool #then I spent my afternoon trying to write emails in an emotionally stable way #while thinking about 'It will be that look that welcomes me to whatever’s next' on a loop #greater boston spoilers #Michael Tate #Louisa Alvarez #Louisa & Michael #the empty man posteth #Btw if anyone wants to talk to me about Greater Boston. feel free to reach out #i have a lot of feelings

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felizusnavidad · 3 months

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hello! do u have any favorite clips of lins voice? moreso I mean his speaking one! I find it very calming and nice to listen to! especially when it's particularly deep and raspy like when he's on an early morning talk show/interview

so... i once watched this whole thing & i couldn't understand a single word, but i love when he speaks spanish, just close your eyes & listen.

but honestly, i agree with you, it's not only his singing voice but his speaking one too, there is just something about it that makes me feel so calm even when i'm sooo stressed, idk, it's like a little reminder for me that i can actually stop for a second & just breathe... if that makes sense. idk bro, he is the light of my life.

there is also this entire playlist of sad sad conversation that i linked in my previous ask & it honestly feels like he was talking directly to you, it's so nice to listen to his voice when he is recording himself, it's so natural & awesome but he's also super funny & entertaining.

this thing sent today by mysterious anon is also totally worth listening to!

there's also this (so special to me & i can't even explain why), this will denifitely make you cry & feel so many things at once, i very often go back to this one as well for no reason at all, it's just nice to listen to.

& as a bonus i'm just gonna leave this here...

i don't know what's going on here. but it's amazing. & you're welcome.

#that “when the truth pops out” video may be my favourite thing ever & i don't remember anyone talking about this actually #this is one of the reasons i love this man so much #i've never felt this many emotions while watching/listening to anyone #& he is literally just talking #not everyone has this ability & this is one of the things that make him so unique #it's not only his talent but also his way with words #he speaks i cry #or something like that #i hope you enjoy all of them #alright i'm done with the asks for today #the rest have to wait til tomorrow #goodnight #lin manuel miranda #anon #i saved every letter you wrote me*

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abluehappyface · 2 days

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I'm going to post what is I guess a story relating to my personal experiences being on this earth. This is mostly for my benefit. Look if you want I guess, but just know that there will be some potentially triggering stuff, but I don't know what it is, so I can't tag it right now

My Life as a Monster

You stare at me like I'm some sort of beast, a thing merely meant to be caged. Something you feel the need to be protected from. You watch, knowing that I can't get you from your bedroom window, at the spectacle you think I am. You aim your camera at me, the flash reflecting off the glass I sit behind, as you film and photograph me for no other reason except that I'm here. When I'm among you, you stare at me with mocking gazes, your eyes becoming yet another set in an endless number of pairs that make their way to dig into mine. No matter how well I think I'm camouflaged, you always sniff me out, and then you let me know how I'm unwelcome here.

I'm especially afraid of women. All humans my same age startle me, but women more so. Women have always been more scornful to me. They told me how unwanted I was for me to hear. They shunned me from their groups, leaving me an outcast as a child. Women do not like me, I know this as fact.

Their actions are always deliberate. Humans make it a point to leave me out, to the point I feel I'm not one. I may have lost my humanity, turned into a beast, or maybe both at once, but I know for certain that there are times where human is something I'm not. I may be the monster stuck inside a human husk that I think I am, or perhaps I'm an outcast being overdramatic, but I know that humans do not like me. I do not fit in. I am but a beast.

As if being ostracized as a child wasn't enough, you continue to gawk at me. What have I done to receive your judgement? Why must you hunt us beasts? Mother doesn't understand why I don't leave the cave, as if I ever could. If I leave the cave, the humans will stand watch, waiting to scout me out.

My existence is a worldly secret, and a secret I shall stay. If I seek out a place amongst the humans they will reject me. No human will want me as a partner or friend. I am a beast in a world where existence is a joke. To avoid their mocking eyes, the cave is where I stay.

I know humans are resilient beings, that they can choose to change, that acceptance of us monsters is not unheard of, but I do not depend on it. When you've lived the life of a beast, you prepare yourself for scorn. Your hopes mustn't be up too high, else you'll fall and break your horns. I wish I was the fuzzy, colorful beast that humans love, but I am not. I am a dark, shaggy beast, with curled, antler-like horns, fangs, claws, and eyes that glow white in darkness. I am not a friend to them, I am something to be hunted.

As much as I love being my beastly self, I fear being myself is what's causing my downfall. I don't want to change to make myself palatable to the humans. They do not deserve it after what has happened to me. Even so, a monster like me still wonders what connection can feel like. To think some humans tolerate me, like me even, but they live too far away... I wish I could be with them.

However, this is no longer the case. Past human friends have betrayed me, apart from one. I have no true desires to befriend humans. As my grandmother once told me, I'm "too monstrous and hostile" for friends. I'm to monstrous for everyone. I'm too monstrous for myself. The human body I reside in is just a defense from the humans around me. I feel no true, meaningful attachment to this body.

I am the metaphorical version of a kitten that wasn't socialized. I cannot connect with others. I do not connect with others. I'm not meant to. I am designed for solitude.

I'm just a creature who's strange. I know I should care not of what others think, and yet I still do. I care because I am afraid. I am still afraid of humans my own age, especially women. If I could get everything I needed without leaving this house, the world would never see me again.

I am such an irrational thing. Here I am, a potential gynephobe who's a lesbian being encroached upon by a beast. Here I am, knowing most people don't care about me, yet I still care enough in case they press record again. Humans could be nice, but I must distrust them for my safety. They'll never know me well enough to know this. I must make sure of it.

I feel it has gotten so hopeless that my younger sister feels that she needs to intervene. She does a lot of talking for me. She pulls at my arms to try and get me to speak with humans. Even if it was a joke, it made me realize how hopelessly helpless I am. She feels I speak to no one, and she is right.

Worst of all, I know that I must change. Eventually I'm going to have to provide for myself. I don't wish to tell mother of my beastly affliction, though I have no reason not to. I suppose I am a cautious beast. How cautious is too cautious I wonder?

The beastly affliction is affecting major parts of my life. I remain in the cave all day. I speak to no outsiders. I rely on my little sister too much. My mother says she feels she has failed me. I do not wish to be a defective child. I do not wish to be a beast. I wish I could cry beastly golden tears until I'm washed clean of my beastly essences.

I am a pathetic beast. I am not strong. I am a lowly creature. I am a strange thing that cannot be understood. I shall forever remain a beast, and society shall forever hate me.

I feel I am stuck in place. I don't often think about my beastliness, but when I do it feels paralyzing. I don't know what to make of it. I don't know if it will change. I turn 20 in three days and I'm still the beast from when I was 16. I'm still the monster, I feel I forever will be. I feel the world has gone one without me, but I'm fine with that. I know nothing else at this point.

#pov you're a beast expressing how you feel after being ostracized and excluded from society‚ especially as a child #but irl im AM this beast and have been for nearly four years #all because my grandmother told me that I would be hostile and monstrous in tone for the rest of my life #and she's right because my autistic beastly ass could never sound like a pleasant human ever #and ive never talked about the possible gynephobia because ill likely be labeled a sexist #and I don't need any more reasons for humans to hate me #no i don't look like the beast i am on the outside‚ but there are days where I sure as hell feel it #most of the time I feel like im just some person‚ but other days‚ im a beast (and a father pathetic one at that)#so yeah‚ this is about me #im the beast in this 'letter'#bluey's miscellaneous posts #bluey's nonsense #bluey's beastly hours #bluey's vents #bluey's long posts #bluey's life #bluey's serious stuff #bluey's actual life #bluey's rambling #abluehappyface

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tev-the-random · 1 year

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So I may have come up with a whole Villain Jimmy AU...

Listen. I have way too many feelings about the events of Jimmy's Empires S2 Episode 31 and the immediate following stream. I also have way, way too many feelings about whatever the hell is happening in Sausage's and Shubble's lore and whatever is to come in Lizzie's, so I decided to only indulge one brainrot at a time and came up with... an interesting concept? I dunno, I'm easily entertained—

(There's a TLDR at the end if you don't want to read my insane and incessant ramblings o3o)

Ok so, after Walmart WRA kills Jimmy on the bridge for the kicks and giggles, Jimmy really starts questioning just what respect is and who his friends actually are. The conclusion? Dude has absolutely zero friends. Sure, he has this truce going on with Joel, and Katherine has been somewhat trustworthy so far. But actual friends? Nada. Closest thing he had were Scar and Tango, but they're gone now and he didn't even get a proper goodbye. His town is empty. He's alone.

Jimmy may be quick to anger, but this might be the first time he actually allows himself to be sad about it. There's something much more painful than rage crawling inside of him; be it guilt, self-hatred, loneliness, betrayal, there's just so much he's been burying under all the fighting that he can barely breathe through it all now. But once it's over, Jimmy's left with a strange feeling of clarity. This cold bitterness and complicated self-awareness that would turn into something far more sinister in the future.

The next day is really what decides his next course of action, though. He's touring the Old Sheriff around the server, kind of holding onto the last hope that someone might want him to stay after all. But then Fwhip comes along and decides that no, he doesn't get to have this, so they start bickering like the old divorced couple they are, like nothing's changed. Somehow, Fwhip manages to charm his way into the Old Sheriff's good books despite everything that Jimmy has said about his ex-deputy.

Martyn (that's what I'm calling him, he doesn't get his own name now) laughs at his jokes, makes little comments that... sound so familiar to Jimmy. This is how it all started: little comments — and this is how it's going to end. Maybe the Old Sheriff has good intentions. Maybe he does have the intention to stick with Jimmy and be a friend/mentor to him. But Jimmy, still raw from his most recent disillusionment, can't bear the thought of befriending someone only to have the rug pulled from under him again.

So Jimmy leaves Tumble Town in the dead of night.

Now, his first objective is to bring himself back to normal. He had to admit, no matter how hard he tried, it was hard to gather any respect from others when he was trapped in the body of a literal toy. He had already asked Joel to reverse this nonsense, but the god only offhandedly mentioned that this was Jimmy's true form and that it was how he was meant to look — which Jimmy took as "I have no idea how to, my name is Joel and I'm irresponsible with my powers and incompetent and also really short". So his next destination is the Witch Academy.

He had heard about the them from Shelby. She was a nice witch — or, well, nice enough. She was clearly going through some stuff at the moment, which is why he thought it would be better not to ask her for help to begin with — and was clearly able to change people's bodies, whether intentionally or not. So surely the people who taught her magic would be able to help him, right?

Little did Jimmy know that most witches do not, in fact, give a damn about helping other people. After travelling far and wide, he explained his curse to them, and all they did was close the door on his face.

Well, he's not having it! If the witches won't help him, he'll find someone else who will! This is when Jimmy starts travelling around in search of someone, anyone who could undo his curse so he may start his life anew. Through all the ensuing shenanigans, he gathers some... interesting allies.

It's not that he wants to ally himself with undead pirates; he may not be a sheriff anymore, but that doesn't mean he's about to become a criminal! But alas, when the boat he's travelling with is captured, it's not like he can do much else.

Jimmy is spared due to his... interesting predicament. Well, surely this tiny tiny man could be useful! Besides, didn't he use to live close to Pirate Joe? So in exchange for some information on Skeletron's rival and helping them get some treasure for a little while, Jimmy is dropped off at the next port with directions to a shady wizard who might be able to solve his problem.

When he gets to said wizard, they are already expecting him. You see, this is the same wizard who gave Scott his magic eye, and although I'm sure we'll get some actual canon explanation to it eventually, this is an AU in which the wizard may have some... ulterior motives. And they may or may not have been spying on a certain god who lives very close to Chromia. But that's a story for another time!

Jimmy wakes up the next day his normal-sized, human self again! It's almost overwhelming, how much he loves his own body right now. His chest quite literally aches... and that's when he notices a heart-shaped scar on it.

The wizard is still around. They explain to him that, to deal with the curse, they had to remove his heart. Literally. They stored it in this lamp, which emits a blinding red glow — an indicative of how strong it is, how much it feels. The farther away he is from it, the more detached he will be from his feelings. Although that would mean he should probably carry it close at all times, he should not forget that it is still his actual heart; you better keep it safe, kid.

Now that the deed is done, the only thing that the wizard asks for is a front row view when Stratos falls. Jimmy carries a lot of grief, clearly, and if they know anything about him — which they shouldn't, but they strangely do, — he is going to get back at the people who made him miserable for so long. It just so happens that the wizard also has a beef with Joel, so really, they both win in the end!

After some not-so-subtle persuasion and reminders of all the horrible things Jimmy had to endure in the past, the wizard manages to convince our ex-sheriff into going back to the empires to truly bring an end to this story of pain. He's never going to be able to start anew unless he gets rid of all traces of his weak past self, right? His enemies deserve to reap the hate they've sown fashioned in cold blood, right?

And so Jimmy concocts a plan, gathers resources and new (purely professional and with no emotional attachment, never again) allies, and returns to Tumble Town a new man with a new name. In the day, he's a charming and friendly traveller sneaking his way into the emperors' hearts. At night, he's a dangerous bandit carrying a lamp of dwindling red light, playing a game of metaphorical chess with the authorities to bring the pieces of his plan closer together.

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TL;DR Jimmy leaves the empires bitter with his friends, searches for a way to turn back into a regular human and finds a wizard who does so in exchange for being able to watch the world burn. To reverse the curse, he had to lose his heart, which he now carries in a red lantern closely tied to his feelings. He goes back home for revenge.

Calling this one the Red Light Bandit AU òwó

#Red Light Bandit AU #please ask me more about it I'm reeling-#Empires SMP #Empires season 2 #Solidarity Gaming #Listen I know that the actual heart has nothing to do with our feelings #Magic works in strange and macabre ways don't worry about it #This goes with the Count of Monte Cristo idea I had the other day #I need a villain Jimmy who is Bitter and Resentful and Cursed in more ways than one #(Tried to highlight the first letter of each paragraph to potentially help with reading the these long blocks of text;)#(I have no idea if it actually helps please tell me if there's any better method I can use!)#TEV Talk #Don't Mind Me I'm Writing My Blorbos #RLBAU

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boxwinebaddie · 2 months

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i'm sorry but everyone actually has to know that if ravesey ever get married in a formal ceremony ( which, oh my god, is this real??? hello ) ravenstan totally got up on stage and crimson dawn dropped the Hardest punk rock cover of kiss me by sixpence none the other...Ever

#nina speaks #listen i know that went crazy #and it was cute lmao #crimson dawn taking y2k chick flick romcom songs and punk rockifying them and freaking them is so iconic to me #i bet you stan leaned down and kissed kyle on the hand and winked and kyle rolled his eyes literally blushing lmaooooooo #also pls note ravenstan did in fact kiss him under the milky twilight and lead him out on the moon lit floor <333 #they did also cover style by taylor swift i'm afriad #also sorry i might be posting a lot bc i feel criminally insane tonight #all the candid footage taken of jersey is him getting rizzed #and then flipping off the camera #also the jewish mexican fusion went crazy stupid jersey said his vows in spanish and ravenstan said his in hebrew ;-; <3 #and marjorine cried like a baby...kenny...also cried #don't look @ me i can't think abt my kids gettin hitched #the box wine & stanley marsh smolders were free flowing btw #not for raven he was having a mocktail i love u baby :*#jersey tho? he was veeeery drunk lol #it was at starks pond and a lovely autumn evening #like jersey talked about in his letter to stan for his bday #and the stars were all out at night for the reception #literally because crimson dawn were tearing it up #i refuse to believe stan didn't sing at his own wedding #he totally ate and left no crumbs bitch #hot shit bad boy behavior

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syrupsyche · 6 months

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I've started and erased this post many times; this chapter always gets me so worked up and I can't find the words to express all my thoughts. But I will try:

Enjolras' friendships

The chapter begins with just how much Enjolras has been affected by the people around him, the same way he will affect the people he is with now with his words. Combeferre had him "[undergo] a certain polarization from [his] ideas", allowing him to "[emerge] from the narrow form of dogma" and accept "the transformation of the great French Republic, into the immense human republic".

Later on, Enjolras himself calls out his admiration for Feuilly and how he "clearly behold the future", "[adopting] humanity for your mother and right for your father". All this serves to remind us that even when one is the leader, they are not exempted from learning from others and becoming a better person and/or leader because of it. To quote our favourite internet quote: to love is to be changed. Enjolras' friendship with and understanding of his men allows him to be a great leader, a better person, and shows us how such a community can benefit from learning and serving each other.

Mythological references

Enjolras' metaphor of defeating the "triple Chimæra of antiquity" is interesting! He harkens the locomotive to the hydra (thus conquering travelling over water) and the hot air balloon to the griffin (thus conquering travelling by air). I didn't know the hot air balloon was already invented by this time and from my two minutes of research, apparently the first flight of the hot air balloon was demonstrated in front of Louis XVI and his family at Versailles, which I like to think as connecting the 'defeat' of the hot air balloon with the fall of the monarchy.

He equates the next step of grasping fire as a Promethean task, which is very apt considering how Prometheus was the one who stole fire from the gods to give to mankind! Just like him, the people too will be able to steal power from the kings. Overall I love his use of mythological references, I had not known he was this knowledgeable in them (though I suppose Greek and Roman mythology were still quite popular with the Romantics, right?).

The Twentieth Century Will Be Happy

Second highest contender for possible tattoos I want to get. For the modern reader it's easy to read this pessimistically and with irony; the 20th century, after all, consisted of two world wars and countless other tragedies. Even the 21st century isn't any better. However, I interpret this quote as not the twentieth century in particular (or even the 21st or 22nd or so on). Similar to "Love, the future is thine", Enjolras is addressing the future far out of reach (it's still 1832 after all, no one is likely to see or even begin to imagine what the 20th century will be like), and believing that that future, however far it may be and despite the fact that they will not be able to see it, will bring about peace, harmony, and happiness.

However what makes this quote so tragic for me isn't the fact that it was "false" (as I've mentioned above); it's the fact that I don't personally believe that true world peace and happiness would ever happen, 22nd century or otherwise. Humankind will always disagree with one another, and disagreements amongst those in power will always lead to fallout that hurts the vulnerable the most. It would be narrow-minded to think that everything can be perfect, for that invites the danger of presumption. No century can ever truly be happy.

But, but that also means that people will always be there to fix what's wrong and to speak up for what's right. When injustice occurs, the people will quell it. When those in need of help call, the people will answer. Human suffering may be eternal, but so is the human spirit. The twentieth century may not have been happy, but the people still prevailed, and I strongly believe that we will continue to prevail for centuries to come.

#and don't even get me started on enjolras' last few lines of his speech #so so powerfully and im sure other smarter people will touch upon it #as well as the more political info of his speech! im not well versed enough for that unfortunately :'(#les mis #les mis letters #lm 5.1.5 #enjolras #syrup ramble #syrup talks about lit

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jasontoddssuper · 11 months

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Bruce gives Cass a bunch of money for her birthday and he thinks she's gonna use it on herself but nah she just uses it to be Stephanie's sugar daddy

@chadfarsight

#THIS CAME TO ME IN A VISION DHSHDHDHFHF #also before y'all say 'don't you mean mommy?':cass is butch next question #stephcass #t4t stephcass #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batfam #batgirl #black bat #batman #spoiler #robin #batwoman #batman and the outsiders #butch cassandra cain #they're both trans and autistic + stephanie is fat and blasian #and i'm talking about them in current canon not wfa or batgirls so don't start accusing me of shit cause you can't read #lemon #letters from summer

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qilinkisser · 4 months

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hey! just to be clear! when I say "letter trade" I mean a deliberate trade of letters that has communication involved! I am NOT upset at anyone but if you just send me a letter out of the blue without reaching out and expect one back, I don't wanna get your hopes up. because that's not how it works for me. it's my fault this time around for not being clear enough and making an assumption that everyone was on the same page,, but next time I won't make that mistake.

#Pollen talks ☁️#I don't wanna sound passive aggressive or anything- I swear I'm not upset!#I just don't want anyone to expect something from me without making an agreement beforehand #last night was VERY confusing for me bc I couldn't figure out what was going on. and I don't want that to have to happen again #so! tldr- if you want a letter from me just send me a dm or ask or something! reach out so we can talk to each other about what we want

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obstinatecondolement · 4 months

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Having a random panic attack about my stupid Work Trauma from this year. It never fucking ends.

#I am honestly this fucking close to just writing the headoffice a letter saying what happened there and how it's affected me #not in an 'I'm suing you' way or a 'I want my job back' way or even a 'these people should be in trouble' way #but a 'this happened to my while working at your company and it it shouldn't have #so please safeguard against it happening to other employees of yours in future'#since I don't want a fucking reference from this place anyway #I get panicky thinking about going to *the town where that shop is* never mind the shop itself #and my literal best friend who has chronic fatigue that would make it hard for her to shlep out somewhere else to meet me *lives there*#I've been back once but not to the main street where the shop is and I was very shakey when I arrived and left the building I went to #I probably won't though because I don't want them to talk to me ever again and it probably would get followed up on

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