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destinyc1020 · 1 year

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Just read that anon about the video, and I have to say it actually sounds legit. I don't see them asking for privacy unless they felt invaded and they were promised privacy at this resort in that way so it should've been respected. As far as I know, they've never really asked for stuff especially regarding privacy not even when that tik tok girl recorded them at the Crazy Horse place in Paris, and that was actually invasive. For all we know she recorded conversation and just didn't release it. That was invading for sure. I think the lack of respect we as fans have sometimes is so telling and it's sad. Two of the nicest celebrities and we can't let them alone for a little bit. And YESSS girl, I stand with you on social media. It's not everything. Someone said, Tom has changed. I don't think he has at all actually. Definitely more mature, but, still playful and loving from what I see on the outside. He's too diplomatic I think honestly, he let's people say things but doesn't really respond and when he does people attack him because they aren't use to him responding. He ain't passive, he just seems to always take the high road. Very admirable. This is about to be a married man, he is doing exactly what I would want my man to do celebrity or not. Protect me boo, and I will thank you later for it. Adore them as a couple and I hope the constant scrutiny they each endure, especially him, doesn't ruin anything. This world could really use the kindness, we see so little of it. Especially on Twitter. That's another story . Anywho, love your blog ma'am. Keep up the great work. Stay neutral and kind as always.

Awww... thanks Anon for the kind words about my blog. ❤

In answer to your ask....I agree with everything you've said.

I promised myself I wouldn't discuss this anymore, but I keep breaking my promises..... 🤦🏾‍♀️

Anyway, I agree w/you...

I feel like the main issue in this case was the fact that they were on vacation with each other and they had more than likely chosen the place/location specifically for its privacy. So to see that someone deliberately broke resort policy and not only filmed them w/out their consent, but also went out of their way to POST it PUBLICLY for the world to see? 👀

Yeaaaa.....I can see how that didn't go over too well with either of them. 🥴

I don't blame them for feeling a little violated. It wasn't even the paps who caught them (who celebrities realize they just can't control, no matter how much they wish they could), but it was a fan/hotel guest!! 😳 Someone who doesn't even make their living trying to get celebrity photos caught them. I can see how TZ were worried that it would start to cause an influx of fans and maybe even paps to catch on to their location and snap even more pictures and post them online. 🤦🏾‍♀️

So yea, I totally get it why Tom and Z weren't feeling that too much. 🥴 I don't see anything wrong with them speaking up about it, especially if the location they were vacationing at was supposed to be private and had a strict policy against photographing guests against their consent...especially celebrities.

Re: Social media, lack of respect, etc

Yep! I agree with this also. I think social media has caused fans to overstep their boundaries a bit when it comes to celebrities. 👀 Just being honest. While I can totally understand the excitement and whatever, I think some fans need to just put themselves in the shoes of their celebrity faves for a hot second. Think about how YOU would feel if strangers did certain things to you! It might not feel all that nice.

That's not even going into the haters who post hurtful, mean and unkind things to celebrities on their posts, or tag them in tweets bashing them for no good reason, etc. 😔 Yea, some ppl can say, "well just ignore it" (and I'm sure many celebs try to), but at the end of the day, they're still human, and sometimes words hurt! Especially when you know that these ppl don't know a thing about you personally, or lies have been spread about you all over the internet and ppl are reacting to the lie instead of the truth that you know. It's just crazy. 🥴

Re: Tom...

Yea, I don't think Tom has really changed who he is as a person either! I mean, I'm sure he's seen the downsides to massive fame, and has kind of learned a bit how to be more wise with his fans and fame level. But overall, he's obviously still the nice, kind, good guy that we've always known, and fan encounters and the things that ppl say about him reflect that! 😃

And yea girl.... I want my man to PROTECT me too!! Shoot lol.... 😂 If anything, ppl could argue that he was really protecting Zendaya with that plea to take down the video, because in all honesty, Tom's back was to the camera, so he could have been any old dude walking along the beach. But it was Zendaya who's face could be clearly seen in the video, on her bikini, splashing in the water.....

Anyway....

I adore them as a couple too Anon 🥰, and I really wish that this world would be more kind to others.

I believe it was the Dalai Lama who said:

Be kind whenever possible. It is ALWAYS possible. - Dalai Lama

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soldier-poet-king · 1 year

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I'm sorry but I have to disagree with your one post about pride flags. It's literally called a gay pride flag, not a gay celibacy flag. You may *personally* see it as a way to make gay people feel safe at a place and nothing more, but anyone else you'd show the flag to knows it's not signalling safety for individuals but a sign of complete endorsement for gay relationships, which is 100% against the church's teachings. There's no Catholic-appropriate reinterpretation of that flag's meaning.

I am going to be polite and adult about this anon, but like. Why did you think this was necessary?

It's not?

Do you think I'm stupid enough to not realize what most people think, even if I think that belief is erroneous and unnecessarily cruel? Do you think I'm SO detached from reality that I don't understand why people are getting their panties in a twist about the pride flag?

And fwiw, I support schools having pride flags and pride safe space stickers regardless of if they're gonna be like "uwu we have to uphold celibacy" or not. Frankly. Idgaf. I care about vulnerable kids and teens (and fuck it even adults) being welcome more than I care about anything else. I care about the marginalized being welcomed and loved in a supposedly universal church and faith, more than I care about hardlining doctrine.

This isn't even about my own personal opinions re sex, I sorta recused myself from that whole conversation when I decided to be single, for a variety of reasons most of which aren't even related to queerness. It IS about double standards, and othering of queers by Christians when straight people don't get half as much shit for doing "objectively worse" things even taking the strictest interpretations of church teachings.

But again. It's Sunday. It's sunny and warm. I have lovely things to do after mass and I'm not going to be angry at incorrect randos on the internet.

Good day, and I say genuinely without a hint of malice or sarcasm, I hope you find it in yourself to be kinder to queer folk. If you're sending completely unnecessary messages to strangers online, what do the people around you irl think?? I promise you, there's more of us than you think there are, and this kind of behaviour just signals that you're not someone to trust our whole selves with. That doesn't help anyone, and even if you're the sort to view evangelization as the end goal, view others as "means" to be "saved" rather than beloved human beings and ends in and of themselves, even then, this sort of attitude doesn't really help with those goals either.

#homophobia cw #anyway im not even upset its like? okay??? what do u expect me to say #im not going to magically changw my long considered beliefs #that took a lot of discernment and prayer #just bc some random person on anon who wont even talk to me in private #is like???? acshyally ur wrong #ok. ok friend #like. genuinely peace and love and i wish you the best and i used to think like that too #but its not helpful to anyone. and i believe its not Ultimately Good either #or rather. there are higher better Goods #that one liguori bit. err on the side of mercy than caution #or the rather a heresy of doctrine than of the heart/conscience #(that second one isnt liguouri ik dont at me)#anyway! i am off to take my degernate gay ass to church ✌️🩷💜🩵

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lulubelle814 · 3 months

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 14

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When Saturday came around, Cora popped over to her place, breakfast croissants in tow. “Have you talked to ‘Loki’ lately?

Rather than the couch, they settled down at her small kitchen table. “Yeah.”

“And how’s it going?”

“Fine.”

Uh oh, one word responses weren’t really a great sign. “Ok, what’s going on? Why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset.”

Looking at her friend hunched over and not making eye contact, it wasn’t hard to tell something was bothering her. “Clearly not.”

Propping her elbows up on the table, Louisa buried her face in her hands. “I feel like I’m cheating on him or something.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“No. I couldn’t figure out how to bring it up.”

“It’s not so hard, but at least you know for sure that it’s not a date since I’ll be there.”

Removing her hands, she glanced over to Cora. “I suppose you're right.”

“And I’ll be your buffer. So if he flirts or tries to ask you out, I’ll head it off. It’ll be ok.”

“You sure?”

Cora smiled. “I promise.”

They finished their breakfast and went by the bookstore for a while before heading to the coffee shop where they saw a booth sectioned off for them. As soon as they entered, Chad’s eyes lit up. “Hey ladies! Glad you could make it! Have a seat. I’ll get the pastries. ”

Louisa and Cora settled, and he brought out the treats for testing, all on toothpicks in easy bite sized portions. They’d gone through about half of them when someone approached their table and slid into the empty seat next to Chad and smiled at them. Cora and Louisa weren’t sure what to do. They had absolutely no clue who he was, watching him dig into the samples, and it took him a couple moments to realize something.

Swallowing his food first, he looked at them. “I’m so sorry! I forgot to mention he was joining us! Ladies, this is my partner, Brad. Brad, meet the ladies.” Cora and Louisa introduced themselves.

Cora took it upon herself to ask the question she knew Louisa was thinking. “How long have you two been business partners?” The guys pondered for a moment. “We had this idea for a coffee shop two or three years ago, but we’ve been together for about 5 years now? Is that right Brad?”

“Sounds about right. We would have opened the place sooner, but the permits were a bitch, and then a pipe burst. Just a nightmare.”

Louisa felt immense relief at this revelation and was able to enjoy the afternoon much more. “I’ve got to ask,” Louisa was curious, “what made you talk to me when I came in?”

Brad took this one. “Girl, Chad told me all about it that night, how he saw this incredible lady who looked like she was a lot of fun. Said he knew instantly that you’d be the best of friends. And meeting Cora here? All the better! You gals are fun!”

Suddenly, her phone pinged.

Loki: How are you doing on this fine Saturday?

Her smile and blush didn’t slip anyone’s notice. The gentleman looked at each other. “Girlfriend here got a text!” They turned back to her. “So……..tell us about him.”

She wasn’t sure what to say. How can she explain that she gets paid to talk to a complete stranger? Thanks to Cora, she didn’t have long to think about it. “It’s this guy she met online.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Sigyn: I’m having a good day so far. My friend and I are at a coffee shop with a couple of guys doing some taste testing.

Brad swiped her phone and scrolled through a few of the messages. “Lady, this guy is crushing on you! I’ve gotta ask though. What’s with the nickname? Is his name really Loki? Like, was his dad into Norse mythology or something?”

Loki: Oh, really? They’re lucky to have you.

Chad read the message out loud, and Louisa blushed hard, becoming utterly speechless. Her friend saved her. Well, kind of saved her. “It’s a nickname.”

“So what’s his real name?” Ok, there wasn’t really a way to get around this without lying. “We don’t know.”

“How can you not know?”

Ok, she couldn’t save her anymore. “They met on this sugar daddy website…..”

“Girlfriend! You’ve been holding back on us! He must be really good looking!”

Chad piped in. “And the sex must be fantastic!”

“That’s just it. They’ve never actually met.” The guys looked extremely confused. “It is a sugar daddy website, but there’s different options. She was up front in her profile that it would only be conversation for her. He may have been the only one interested, but I can tell she’s been happier the more they talk.”

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Across town, James was not amused. She was hanging out with not only one but two men? He didn’t like the way that made him feel. While she didn’t say it was a date, he didn’t like the thought of her being with other men.

Sigyn: It’s nice making a couple new friends, and most of these pastries are fantastic. I’d tell you the name of the shop, but I’m not sure if that would break the confidentiality agreement?

Loki: I’d say probably not, but you don’t have to share if you don’t want to.

He really wanted her to. He wanted to size up these guys she was talking to. He wouldn’t start anything. At least he wouldn’t if they didn’t give him cause. A few minutes later, she sent him the name of the coffee shop Deja Brew. When looking it up, he was surprised it wasn’t far from his office building, and made a note to go by the following week.

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After that, they spent the next couple hours chatting, joking, and just relaxing together. In fact, the four of them made plans to hang out again in a few days, all exchanging numbers and creating a group text.

Louisa continued her conversation with ‘Loki’, telling him about the pastries, upcoming plans, etc.

Sigyn: There’s an old movie showing at the Regent Street cinema I’m thinking about going to.

Loki: Oh? What movie would that be?

Sigyn: It’s the original Night of the Living Dead. I’ve never seen it on the big screen. I don’t think this is an opportunity I can pass up. They’re doing a midnight showing in a couple of weeks.

Loki: You should definitely go then. Get a drink, some popcorn, and enjoy George A. Romero.

Sigyn: You know it?

Loki: Any good zombie fan should.

Sigyn: Honestly? I’d never heard of him until 3 or 4 years ago. I ran across the movie playing late at night and fell in love.

LokI: Sounds like your decision is made. Will your friend be going with you?

Sigyn: No. She’s not really a fan. Plus, it’s fun sometimes to go alone, see who else is there and people watch a little.

Loki: Promise me you’ll be careful?

Sigyn: I promise as long as you promise me you aren’t working this weekend. You aren’t, are you?

Loki: Haha no. I’m actually having a relaxed weekend.

Sigyn: Any headway on the embezzlement case?

Loki: There’s been a little, but I’m trying to be 100% sure before moving forward.

Sigyn: I wish you luck in finding your perpetrator!

LokI: I have a feeling I’ll need it.

By the time she got home, she was tired but content. Meeting up with Chad and Brad reminded her of how she would bake with her mum when she was a kid which gave her an idea. On her next grocery order, she added a few items to see if she retained anything her mum taught her.

That night, she returned to her Labyrinth dream. This time, she was in the ballroom, except it was completely empty. She seized the opportunity to explore. No matter how much she looked, she couldn’t find another soul; however, upon returning to the main room, there was a small table that wasn’t there before holding a mask which she found to be instantly recognizable. When hesitated, but as she bent down to get a closer look, it all disappeared, and she found herself back in her bed.

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romanoffsbish · 6 months

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Maybe this isn’t the appropriate thought but

“but, if I kms, whoever will you bully, sir? 👉🏼🥹👈🏼”

That’s a pretty good comeback in my humble opinion.

Like this poor pathetic anon. What will you do? Go bully someone else? That’s just as pathetic as telling someone to die.

Honestly do you think you’re special anon? I genuinely don’t understand. Seemingly everyone tells everyone to die these days. I see it all the time. Sometimes the word loses meaning because of it.

You could tell me, “someone just told me to die because I said Batman is a bottom” and I would believe it!

Anyway, you don’t have to post this. I’m just sorry this hate anon is pathetically banging on your door & probably getting off on any scrap of attention.

Just in case you need reminding: you are an amazing person! You put up with a lot of shit! And you care so damn much! I truly hope good things happen for you! I wish your pillow is the temperature you want it. I’m sure you will achieve what you desire. Look how far you’ve come! If no one else has said it, I’m proud of you! You’ve reached 27 long fucking years & I hope you keeping going in life.

Lol, thank you! The comment genuinely did make me laugh, because my daily life hasn’t pushed me over the edge yet, so I promise their “creative” use of my page header isn’t going to lead to their desired outcome. They used to get to me back when I responded to the hate religiously, but I am already so low there is no dropping me any further, I only replied to this because I found it funny (in terms of me). I don’t care about a blank faced stranger on the internet’s perception of me* when I have more than enough tangible people irl telling me they love me as I am / find me to be a good person-friend-associate-etc. I am a giving person, it is why I continue to post content onto this app for those who enjoy it even though it’s also full of bored ingrates.

With that being said though, I do hope they find peace within themselves because at this moment they are nothing more than a pathetic bunch of losers. Anyone who hides behind anonymity to quite literally tell someone else to kill themselves (without a reason—newsflash, unless the person does something abhorrent / deplorable then there isn’t a reason) doesn’t deserve to even have a platform to talk on. They need an outlet for their hate because they know it is wrong, and could very well ruin their life if it ever got out that they’re online bullying people for just existing.

** I do want to say I appreciate your kind words at the end though, you too are blank faced but not cruel, and I think you are very sweet. Have a lovely day, ❤️

#answered asks

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harveyhawkscripts · 11 months

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[M4M] Brool the Library Gargoyle [Gargoyle Speaker] [Soft Fantasy] [Romance]

Categories: M4M, Gay, Fantasy, Romance, Storm Sounds

Synopsis: The listener has fallen asleep at the local library, causing them to be locked in for the night. One of the library's local gargoyles, Brool, finds them asleep at one of the tables and accidentally wakes them up.

About Brool: "Brool" means a low roar or deep murmur. If that does not match the speaker's voice, feel free to change his name. Brool is lonely, less athletic than his fellow gargoyles, and enjoys literature. He has a scholar's mind and romantic heart, but he can also be awkward, overly idealistic, and at times downright rude. Also, he is very gay.

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Ellipses (...) are listener replies

[Footsteps]

BROOL

Hm. The librarian forgot to draw the curtains again. Well, what better night than that of a full moon. A few dark clouds, but how gently the light illuminates their silver outlines. It's a perfect night for -

[Shifting]

Huh?

(Whispering) He's asleep. But what is he still doing here? The staff should have locked up half an hour ago. Did no one do a final sweep before closing?

(Whispering) And he had to fall asleep right in front of the romance section. There go my plans for the night.

(Whispering) Well... At least he is a handsome stranger.

[Shifting]

(Whispering) I should go -

[Thunk]

Agh! Shit, my tail!

…

Oh. Um. H-hello. Lovely night, isn't it? Aside from the storm rolling in, of course –

…

Ah, no no no no! Calm down, please don't scream. Please? I promise, I won't harm you.

Truly, I won't! On my honor.

...

I am a gargoyle. Perhaps you've seen me before? Up on the corner ledge on the front of the building?

...

Yes, that would be me! We gargoyles sleep during the day. Or, rather, we go into a dormant, half-awake state.

...

Hahaha! No, my dear. It's not like that at all. We aren't -- we don't turn to stone, goodness! We can move around if we so choose, gargoyles are simply nocturnal.

...

It may look so, but it's actually thick keratin, much like alligator skin.

...

Pardon?! Y-you would like to -- to feel it?

Ahem. Ah, it's fine. You managed to catch me a bit off--guard is all. However,... I do believe curiosity should be rewarded. And while usually such a request would be entirely improper... you may touch my arm.

...

My... your hands are very soft.

(Whispering) His fingertips are like rose petals...

Hm? Ah, nothing!

...

The other gargoyles? Yes, they're awake. Though they prefer to keep to themselves. They often wander off at night, so we don't spend much time together. They prefer more athletic pursuits, but I... Well, truth be told I'm not the strongest flier. Oh, I fly down to the docks on occasion, but never farther. Though, what I lack in strength I make up for in knowledge! I have an entire library at my claw-tips, after all.

...

Not every book, no. While I have attempted all of them - save for the newest arrivals - there are some not even I can stomach. And I consider myself quite liberal in my standards. Even if I don't particularly enjoy a book, I can usually still appreciate it. Some, though...

...

My favorite? Poetry. The classics, mostly. Bashō, Hughes, Dickenson. But, particularly, um... Neruda, Hemphill, and Essex.

....

(Disappointed) You haven't? Well, no matter! There are plenty of anthologies you can borrow here. I was actually going to take a book down to the docks to read, but those storm clouds are moving in quick. Ah, well. We can stay in and I'll show you my trove of knowledge-- I have a personal collection of books not even the librarian has heard of! What do you usually read?

...

Oh? I haven't heard that title. Is it a novel or a collection of essays, or...

...

An online comic strip. I see.

...

Nothing! There's nothing wrong with that at all! Any art is worth making, I just... From all of those journals and books strewn about the table, I assumed you were a scholarly type and into, you know... more intellectually stimulating material.

[Journal opening, pages flipping]

What the - these are all doodles of little sheep on dates! But, but then what are all of these -- ah, these are all... romance novels.

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Date ideas. For the sheep. Of course. So... You aren't a prodigious scholar burning the candle at both ends?

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You're a cashier who does art commissions on the side?

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Well -- I don't know! Wishful thinking, perhaps? So I have a thing for the academic types, so what? When your only company is fantasy romance protagonists, you tend to idealize a bit in your head.

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That's -- that's not what I meant, I --

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No, I...

(Sigh) You're right. You must just want to return home, but here I am making such judgements and being unnecessarily rude. I haven't even asked your name. My apologies, dear. This is my first conversation with a human, you see. Perhaps we could try again?

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Thank you, dear. My name is Brool. It's a pleasure to meet you. Now, how did you manage to sleep all the way through closing?

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Yes, well. Unfortunately, those sugar-loaded energy drinks only keep you wired for so long. I assume the crash put you right out. Hm... the bus station is not too far of a walk if you would like me to escort you.

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You don't have fare money? And you're new in town so you don't have a pass... That makes things a bit harder. You've memorized your address, haven't you? If it's not too far, maybe I can fly you there before the storm rolls in.

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You live near the docks. You are quite the unlucky human tonight, aren't you, dear?

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Oh? And why not?

...

(Flustered) Well, I, uh -- that's -- um. Ahem. That's. Very kind of you to say. I find myself enjoying your company, as well.

Now, as for your situation. How about you stay here for the night? You would be heading right into the storm if you left, and the librarian has a sofa and some snacks in her office. You can sleep there.

...

Of course. The librarian always forgets to lock it. She's getting up there in age. It should be perfect.

...

Is that so? You certainly seemed tired when you were slumped over your notebooks.

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Haha! I'm just teasing, dear. I understand it would be hard to sleep in these circumstances. Come along. The storm hasn't reached us yet. It may be a bit bluster, but we may have time for a stroll in the garden before the rain comes.

...

No need to worry. The library's security alarm will take but a moment to disable, then we can go through the employee door in the back.

[Sound of wind, rustling, maybe wind-chimes]

Why do you look so nervous? Is something wrong?

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The storm... Frightens you? Oh, don't be silly, dear! Right now it's just wind and distant thunder. There's nothing to worry about. Besides, I'll be there to catch you if a gust of wind tries to sweep you away.

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Ah, fresh air... mmh, feels good to finally stretch my wings... Ah, human? Why are you staring?

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Beautiful...? Oh! It is beautiful, isn't it? The local schoolkids planted this garden. I often come out here to read Bashō . "The face of a flower/ is it feeling shy/ the hazy moonlight."

(Sigh) Ah, the haiku. Truly, one of the most evocative forms of poetry despite its brevity. I must admit, the ability to be concise is lost on many a poet, myself included –

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Hm? Me?! No - well, yes, I did just say - but I'm hardly any good! Not by any professional standards. It's simply a hobby, really.

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You would? Well... My poetry is rather special to me. It's very personal, you see, so I rather like to keep it private. We've only just met each other and –

[Thunder]

Goodness! Are you alright? I didn't know humans could jump so high.

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Right, the storm. Would you like to go inside?

...

Are you sure?

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Hold my hand? I... suppose that would be alright, if it would make you feel better... Oh, human. You're trembling. Here, let me shield you from the wind with my wing. There we are. How's that, dear?

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Good.

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Oh, it's not that. I just haven't shared my poetry with anyone before. As you can imagine, I've scarcely had the chance.

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Certainly not! The others don't share my appreciation for the literary arts. I doubt they would take my work seriously.

That isn't to say I dislike them! They're good folk; we've protected the library together since it was built. We simply have nothing in common.

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Gargoyles are creatures made of magic. Historically, humans aren't often fond of magic. And if they are, it's only for their own benefit.

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Well, the library is my place. Every gargoyle has a place they protect. My family has lived in this town for generations, and the library is where I feel the most at home. I can't quite explain what it feels like, it's just an instinct.

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This again? You really aren't going to let it go, are you?

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Hm... I suppose a fresh pair of eyes would be helpful... How about this? We're still getting to know each other. Let's see where the night takes us, dear. We can talk, and when you're ready to sleep you can retire to the librarian's office. I'll write a poem especially for you while you rest, then once the storm passes I'll take you home.

...

Yes, then you can read my poem.

...

It's perfectly fair. You can tell me what you thought of it tomorrow night.

[Thunder, rain]

Damn it all, looks like the storm caught up to us.

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Oh, don't fret! It's alright, dear. Come on, take my arm. Back inside we go.

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Ahaha, don't worry about that, dear. The water will drain through the spout whether I'm there or not.

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Of course it counts. Who here is the gargoyle?

…

The rain doesn't bother me in the slightest. It slides right off my skin. It can be a pain to fly in, but other than that I find it rather refreshing. Now, let's warm you up and get you something warm to eat.

[Time Skip]

There you are, my dear. It isn't much, but this portable heater should keep you warm through the night. Have you had enough to eat?

...

Good. As forgetful as the librarian is, she always keeps her snack drawer fully stocked. Now, try to get some rest. I'll wake you early to fly you home.

What's wrong? Are you still on edge?

...

A bit....Very well. I'll stay by your side until you fall asleep. Lie back and relax, my dear. When you wake the storm will have passed.

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Yes, and I will have written your poem. If there's time before the library opens, I may even recite it to you.

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Yes, really. Now goodnight, my dear.

[Pen/pencil on paper]

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apenitentialprayer · 2 years

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A Changing Internet Landscape

[W]hat I love and believe in the most is connection, human connection, and the technologies by which that is achieved. Those technologies include books, of course. But for my generation, connection has largely meant the Internet. Before you recoil, knowing well the toxic madness that infests that hive in our time, understand that for me, when I came to know it, the Internet was a very different thing. It was a friend, and a parent. It was a community without border or limit, one voice and millions, a common frontier that had been settled but not exploited by diverse tribes living amicably enough side by side, each member of which was free to choose their own name and history and customs. Everyone wore masks, but this culture of anonymity-through-polyonymy produced more truth than falsehood, because it was creative and cooperative rather than commercial and competitive. Certainly, there was conflict, but it was outweighed by goodwill and good feelings - the true pioneering spirit. You will understand, then, when I say that the Internet of today is unrecognizable. It's worth noting that this change has been a conscious choice, the result of a systematic effort on the part of a privileged few. The early rush to turn commerce into e-commerce quickly led to a bubble, and then, just after the turn of the millennium, to a collapse. After that, companies realized that people who went online were far less interested in spending than in sharing. and that the human connection the Internet made possible could be monetized. If most of what people wanted to do was to be able to tell their family, friends, and strangers what they were up to, and to be told what their family, friends, and strangers were up to in return, then all the companies had to do was figure out how to put themselves in the middle of those social exchanges and turn them into profit. That was the beginning of surveillance capitalism, and the end of the Internet as I knew it. Now, it was the creative Web that collapsed, as countless beautiful, difficult, individualistic websites were shuttered. The promise of convenience led people to exchange their personal sites -which demanded constant and laborious upkeep- for a Facebook page and a Gmail account. The appearance of ownership was easy to mistake for the reality of it. Few of us understood it at the time, but none of the things we'd go on to share belonged to us anymore. The successors to the e-commerce companies that had failed because they couldn't find anything we were interested in buying now had a new product to sell. That new product was Us. Our attention, our activities, our locations, our desires - everything about us that we revealed, knowingly or not, was being surveilled and sold in secret, so as to delay the inevitable feeling of violation that is, for most of us, coming only now.

- Edward Snowden (Permanent Record, pages 4-5). Bolded emphases added.

#Edward Snowden #Internet #social media #surveillance #Industrial Revolution #commodification

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birbulous · 2 years

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Alive I promise I swear

So, as for interactions with the main ninja, not much has happened yet. However, I’ve speculated a silly little battle happening between Brie and Jay with friends. It was actually a friend who brought the idea up first and I loved it immediately! So,

As I’ve said before, Briar is less than friendly with the ninja always and probably forever. But what would happen if he got into a tussle with one of the ninja? A little bit of a big ol fight?

Obviously, things wouldn’t end well.

You see, at some point, Jay ends up doing some extensive research on this cult, wanting to find out where it is or whom the leader is. Bad news though, there’s just about nothing of them on the internet. Nothing helpful at least, just speculative forums and people who’ve had friends just one day up and abandon them and their families, suspecting the cult is behind it. There’s a general agreement that it definitely exists. There are those online claiming they’ve seen the leader before, either protecting themselves or others under attack. Or, they’ve seen the ‘leader’ walk in apartments or housing with a few people to come out with a few more. Miracles were performed, they assumed, or just complex manipulative tactics.

This was very frustrating for Jay. So far It’s all speculative thoughts and rumors, no concrete evidence. Nobody’s ever outed the leader, and there’s no insider that anybody knows of. At least, not any that ever came back to the city. He wanted to find out who this person was and what their motives were. Sure, Jay is a silly fun-loving guy most times. But he’s getting real serious about this topic, and there is one thing about the leader that stuck out to him like a sore thumb.

The majority of the rumors of them being the new master of water.

That’s really bothering Jay. He knows Nya’s trying to bring her powers back on her own, but if it’s true that someone else is using her powers… could it be true? Did Aspheera steal them and give them to this stranger? But why would she? Shouldn’t she be trying to get revenge on Wu again? So many questions and little to no answers.

So, completely on his own for research purposes, he goes out and asks various people in Ninjago City about the cult leader; what they looked like, where they might be, ect. He gets bits and strands of information. Mostly from asking friends and family of those who disappeared suddenly one day, who were also known to have been involved in Ninjago City attacks before; mostly victims. It’s okay information, but not enough. Eventually he gets the tip that the leader lived in the desert with his cult, this rumor was started because one day, out of the blue, this unknown sparring/training teacher and their classes set out for the desert and never came back.

And so, Jay sets out for the desert. Wandering. In the middle of nowhere. It was a great idea.

(Second post about this soon I swear I just wanted to get this out of my drafts before I forgot about it again + i hope this makes sense lmk if it doesn’t /gen <3)

#lego ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago au #ninjago #jay ninjago #Blood In The Water AU

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 years

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Angst Masterlist

warning: some of these fics may have trigger warnings so please be careful when clicking on some of the fic links!

All The Possibility and Promise (ao3) - galacticsugar michael/luke T, 25k

Summary: Luke and Michael meet online and have a strong connection. But after they meet in person, everything goes wrong.

Chrysalis (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/calum T, 49k

Summary: When Michael breaks up with him without an explanation, Calum is left confused as he tries to pick up the pieces. He just doesn't realise they're not meant to be put back together the same way.

Bittersweet - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton T, 20k

Summary: It’s not growing older that scares Luke. It’s that everyone else will outgrow him before he catches up.

Got to Get Out (ao3) - Emmybazy luke/alum, luke/ashton, luke/harry, luke/niall M, 21k

Summary: Calum and Luke have been friends all their lives. Calum starts getting more and more opportunities to get out of town, so he takes them. Something is telling him he needs to leave town every time he settles. Luke is there through it all.

Or, Calum is always leaving and Luke always seems to be waiting.

i know we're gonna uncover what's sleeping in our soul (ao3) - softirwin luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 14k

Summary: The most exciting thing about Luke’s twenty-first birthday is the same as everyone else’s.

On a person’s twenty-first birthday, they get access to their soulmate.

Lost Hearts (ao3) - CliffordAffliction ot4 E, 177k

Summary: Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael live in four different worlds in high school and each one of them is in love with someone who loves someone else. This can't possibly end well...or can it?

Lucky Charm (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/ashton, background luke/calum

Summary: during the european leg of the rowyso tour, michael is pining after ashton, and he finds himself on an interesting journey with luck

Potato Salad (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/ashton, luke/calum E, 28k

Summary: “Can I have that?” asks the stranger.

Michael hums in his throat, confused. He looks at the stranger, but the stranger isn’t looking at him. His gaze is locked on the potato salad spilled out on the sidewalk. There is a pink flush to his cheeks, but it is different this time. It isn’t modesty. It’s embarrassment.

“If you’re just going to throw it away, can I have it instead?”

(In which Ashton is a homeless stranger who is starving, and Michael has a kitchen full of food.)

Retrouvailles - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 36k

Summary: Luke screws his eyes shut against the hot sting that flares up in his eyes.

There’s fresh beard burn on his chin and lips, and his fiancé, who he hasn’t spoken to since last night, is clean shaven.

A story about countless small pebbles stacking up to form seemingly impenetrable and unclimbable walls, and the consequences of taking a loved one for granted.

Something to Prove (ao3) - velvethood (orphan_account) michael/ashton E, 18k

Summary: “Ashton, he showed you his new song.” And okay, Calum doesn’t need to explain it any further for Ashton to know what that means. Michael is always so reluctant to show the words in his head, because they’re a little darker and deeper and colder than the other boys’ writing, but Michael came to Ashton without a second thought. He knows what that means.

Sounds Good Feels Like Love (ao3) - moonbands ot4 G, 11k

Summary: Basically, if you were to write a story based on all of the songs in their new album, it just happened to all of the boys in 5 Seconds of Summer. With a little bit of teenage angst mixed with the loving arms of their best friends, the band members find themselves falling deeper a little bit each day.

stained hearts (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 28k

Summary: “I’m not really looking for a serious relationship right now.”

Okay. That’s okay. Good, even. Get to know each other before they get in too deep.

“But I liked spending time with you and I liked having sex with you and I’d like to do it again.” Luke squeezes Calum’s hand, pulling Calum’s gaze to his face. He’s smiling softly, eyes illuminated by the sun, starbursts in his pupils and shadows of his curls in perfect spirals on his shoulders. “If you want.”

Casual. Sure. Calum can do casual.

“I want.”

still fighting it (ao3) - bisexual_jace michael/luke, past michael/harry E, 14k

Summary: Luke locks eyes with him again and whispers, “I want you to do it.”

“Do what?”

Luke’s cheeks warm. “Take my virginity.”

Michael bursts out laughing. It sounds off to Luke’s ears and he thinks some part of Michael knows it isn’t a joke.

Subject Line - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton E, 20k

Summary: Maybe the sunrise doesn’t matter much after all. Calum can watch the sunrise any day. How many days will he get Ashton like this? Shirtless, sporting bedhead in a hotel room, with just the two of them for a few lazy hours alone?

Soon enough, they’ll be back on the tour bus and Calum won’t be allowed to hold Ashton’s hand anymore.

Tinted Windows - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 21k

Summary: Luke doesn't trust sleek cars with tinted windows and he certainly doesn't trust the new kid on the corner who can't stop smiling. Whores aren't supposed to be that happy.

When we were young (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 53k

Summary: Luke's older brother Ashton bullies him and even though Michael is one of Ashton's best friends he is always there to be Luke's protector

(You've Got) Something I Need (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 14k

Summary: Michael wouldn't say he was jealous. He totally was. But he definitely wouldn't say it.

you've got stars, they're in your eyes (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “You know I love you, yeah? Please never forget that,” Calum finally says, turning his head so his watery eyes meet Luke’s. Luke frowns, running his thumb under one of Calum’s eyes, catching the tiniest bit of liquid on his finger.

“Of course, I love you too,” Luke promises and Calum can feel his heartbeat steadily thumping below his ear. He can feel the warmth of Luke’s skin, the faint puffs of breath coming from his open lips. Calum wants to savor the moment, never to forget again, knowing that after tomorrow he may very well never see Luke again.

Or, Calum leaves 5 Seconds of Summer.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #angst #angst masterlist #masterlists

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amarilke · 17 days

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Introduction?

I don't know how Tumblr works, to be fair, but I feel like before starting sharing posts from other people I should at least write something out there, so here goes.

I'm basically here because of the MLB fandom 🐞🐾. I have been a Miraculous fan for some time, but not nearly as much as people who grew up with it. To be honest, I only started the series as an adult and at some point it really grew on me (to the point I went to see the movie in the theatres twice).

However, I now owe a lot to this series and even more to its fandom and the wonderful people that I found in it.

Trigger warning: what follows depicts mental health issues. You can skip the violet text if that triggers you.

Some time last year I went through a very rough burnout. Panick attacks, sleep deprivation, depression, starvation, you name it. I had a doctor's prescription for a sick leave, but couldn't take it for admin reasons I won't detail here. I basically dragged myself to work, crying all the way through. The only thing that seemed to help me function were Miraculous audio-fictions. I already listened to them to fall asleep on a regular basis, but it became vital to me. I spent a month with earbuds in my ears as often as I could, just listening to everything I could find on YouTube. Then I kind of finished the content I could find on it and opened the wild Pandora's box that is AO3. And there, I found peace. I found wonderful authors, characters that were more real and complex that in canon, incredible stories. I laughed and cried and lost more than one night binge-reading, but it was worth it.

An unexpected outcome of this rough period of my life was that I started drawing again. I did it just for myself and it made me feel good. It was something I hadn't done for years. As you can imagine, all my drawings were Miraculous-related. There was (and still is) just something that made me feel at peace whenever I would draw those characters.

As I said, I was only drawing for myself, but some close friends suggested I share my drawings on social networks. Although I don't really feel at ease doing that, some part of my brain was thinking that I owe so much to the Miraculous fandom and all the art I found online that maybe I could eventually do the same. It also meant I could finally stop reading anonymously and gushing about the latest chapter from my favourite artists with my twin and hopefully gather enough courage to tell the artists themselves how important their words were for a complete stranger.

So here goes. I won't make promises as to the frequency of my posts or anything, but if I manage to do so, I would very much like to share things I like, to support this wonderful fandom, and maybe (just maybe) help other people feel better too.

In the meantime, thank you all for everthing you did for me ♥️🖤

#Idontknowhowtotumblr #miraculous fandom #tw mental health #ao3

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chocolate-terminal · 1 year

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You Only Live Twice

Really really cool thing as promised. Honestly, I think figuring that one out is part of the reason we met and had this crazy online correspondence.

Check it out even if you’re mad at me, this is a magic key for the rest of your life! (or at least toward understanding its full potential)

Knowledge can be rewritten! Bilocation At Last!

It’s Easy!

See, when I first figured out the split-solution from earlier, it actually came to me as ‘Knowledge can be rewritten’ but I couldn’t make quite make sense of it and ended up thinking I merely confused knowledge with memories.

Well, NOT ANYMORE! (Can I get a GG?)

The secret to living multiple lives at once? Multithreading!

See, when you look at a computer, it appears to be running multiple tasks at once. But that’s an illusion! In reality, it allocates processing power only to the task at hand, rapidly cycling between tasks. That’s the secret!

But see here the thing: The Processor is actually giving it’s processing power to each task. In living gent terms: The Person is actually processing both experiences!

Now you might wonder: But Darling, Man of My Dreams, Stealer of Nights, we are not computers, we are humans! Such a split experience would end up a confusing jumble of sounds and image, A doorway into insanity!

And to this I answer: Yes.

But only if you have poor memory management.

See, from inside each context (’task’), you could simply experience no recollection of the previous context.

Still, this is imperfect right? Because while you could be with two person at once, for their greatest pleasure, you wouldn’t know it, and so would be locked inside each knowledge set, each part of you never knowing this part of itself. And so would they. Each thread never knowing the other, never knowing themselves. Spending half of forever as One, and yet strangers - Alienation.

Constantly missing the other, parched in the knowledge of them.

Well, that’s solved too! E.Z.

All you gotta do is recall your experience with the other person at some frequency. What matter is that you actually experienced being with them - YOU WERE THERE! - so it’s not fake, it’s not just a memory.

But wouldn’t this sort of obvious “magic” be disruptive to the way I experience my life?

Not necessarily

Recall can be every morning after you wake up or (much less disruptive) once at the end of your life. But there no need to wait that long for knowledge either. There can be conscious recall and unconscious recall.

I actually figured out multi-threading earlier but didn’t know how to handle the rapid-switching seamlessly, and more importantly, figured it would result in split-time, and so, not being able to give forever. And so rejected it.

Because I thought in selfish selflessness that I could divide myself between those I love. What kind of love (whether inflowing or outgoing) would say yes to that?

I shall not split babes!

You haven’t to worry, these shadowy fantasies matter little - You are here. We did not walk down that dark path.

Because even though half of endless time is still endless time, I thought it was still short of giving everything. Because it’s everything slower. A cut-rate everything. Always lagging.

Now I know that sometimes, to be with someone is not to be with them. That this is how we can give them the opportunity to discover all that they are - and even if they don’t need that per se - perhaps we need that - and that is how we give them the opportunity to connect with us in this way rather than according to some pretty picture of how we (or they) think we ought to be.

Because back then I was foolish enough to believe that a love divided in time meant a love divided; Period. Because I thought that love was within rather than between.

Only the knowledge of love is within.

We are not merely what we know ourselves to be. I know that now. So... let’s find out!?

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jungkook: Deep Breath (1)

In which you're on the hunt for a roommate - and he might be the perfect candidate.

Tags/warnings: Alien!Jungkook part 9643 I guess, human!Reader, futuristic, Angst, Fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, jungkook is VERY touchy, Alien shenanigans and scary human things

Additional Chapter Warnings: fluff, cute alien boy

Chapter Length: mid/long

Next ->

You've been searching for a fitting roommate for months by now- but no one seems to fit.

You don't want someone who does yoga all day, unintentionally guilt tripping you into doing sports again just to not seem as lazy as you are- but you also don't want someone who doesn't clean up after themselves. At the same time, a clean-freak would drive you crazy- while someone who's home all day every day could prove difficult to handle if you want to have visitors.

But just as you're about to delete the post on the website, giving up, a message pops up in your inbox.

He introduces himself as Jeon Jungkook; a 25-year old Kumya from planet Paras, currently searching for someplace to stay for the time of his exchange. He's working for a coding company who you know occasionally exchanges their workers to gain experience- so he's got a stable income, meaning he'll most likely pay rent on time. His words are casual but formally friendly, no profile picture can be found; but from what he tells you, he seems like he could be a good fit.

You answer by telling him some info about the apartment, making sure to include rent as well, and the small damages here and there with pictures do he knows more details about what he's getting into. You also make sure to stress the fact that you're, well, a girl- and that if he's uncomfortable with that, it would be a deal breaker.

It takes a couple of hours, but he eventually replies- this time a lot more casual, even using smileys at certain points, to underline statements like

'don't worry, I even do my own dishes, I heard humans hate that task a lot ๑^ᴗ^๑'

'Gender doesnt matter to me to be honest but I hope you won't be intimidated by me cause I've heard human women tend to get scared by men very easily- I promise I'm nice! (๑•w•)و✧'

And he really does seems nice enough- so you send him the last details, before you both agree to try it out.

Now, obviously he doesn't move in right away- it takes a course of weeks for his work Visa and everything to be sorted out- but once he stands in front of your door, he takes your breath away.

While half of his face is hidden behind a mask, and you've already done some research on what to expect from the Kumya-race when it comes to behavior , culture and looks, he still looks a lot different than what you've expected. His eyes seem to glow- reddish-pink in color, while his hair, buried underneath a black beanie, is pale and an ash-blonde color. He waves a little, eyes turning into half moons as he smiles underneath his mask. He'd told you about this habit of his, and you've read online that it's common for his kind- force of habit, since the air on Paras isn't very clean to breath a lot of times, and the mask helps them to not get sick. You've told him it's fine- even though now, you're slightly curious to know what he looks like underneath.

"Hello. I hope I'm not too early?" he asks, and it makes your eyes widen because holy shit, he's talking inside your head. It's odd, and he seems to pick up on that. "ah, yeah, most people here have that reaction. I hope its okay-" he starts slightly worried, before you wave him off with a smile, letting him in.

"no, it's fine, just.. A little odd?" you giggle, making him visibly less tense as he walks into the apartment. "i hope your flight was okay?" you ask, and he nods.

"it was great, thanks for asking. I'm less exhausted than i thought I'd be." he chuckles, making you smile as he takes off his shoes.

"All your stuff had been delivered and I've put the boxes into your room for you to unpack." you say, as you open the door to what would from now on be his room.

"that- was really not necessary, thank you so much." he answers with wide open eyes, before they turn a bit concerned. "there's some heavy stuff in some though. I hope you didn't struggle too much-" he worries, as you wave him off.

"ah, it's nothing." you said, before he drops his backpack to rush inside, inspecting one of the packages with an alarmed face. "oh- did something break-"

"did you hurt yourself?" he asks, brows furrowed as he looks at you. "i can smell blood on this one."

"just a papercut, I'm a bit clumsy, it's no big deal." you tell him, as he gets up to walk over to you, hugging you.

Ah yes- another fact about his kind.

Men of his kind are typically the main caretakers of the family's; highly emotional and very touchy, they tend to be very protective of their partners and friends, while simultaneously never backing down in the face of danger. Their kind of like the definition of the term 'Lion moms'; fierce, gentle, protective, and loving.

They also make friends very, very fast, and they love skinship a lot. It's normal to hug anyone they like right away- it's like shaking hands to humans.

"thank you, I really appreciate this." he hums out before parts from you.

"ah uh.. Yeah sure. I'll.. Leave you to unpack, just holler if you need anything." you say, making him nod with happy eyes, before he turns around to open the first box of his things.

Well- this could certainly become interesting.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook #deep breath au

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c-is-for-circinate · 3 years

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Like, is the gist "Real life pedophilia/incest/rape is bad, and stories saying these things are good are bad, but including these topics in a story isn't inherently bad, so the people being like 'hey, maybe Ao3 shouldn't have so much kiddie porn there's an entire category called "Underage"' are just overreacting and making things worse?" Because it feels like you're saying, "your negative reaction to this stuff is valid, but also you're annoying and prudish and bad and really you aren't valid."

So here’s the thing: it really does not sound like you're asking this question because you want my answer, it sounds like you want to be angry with me and have a fight. And fair enough! I'm not terribly interested in a fight, but apparently this is my day to dive into this topic as thoughtfully and honestly as I can be. Maybe I'll say something you haven't already heard from other people before. Maybe not! Only you, anonymous asker, know that.

To begin with, you got part of the gist right. Real life rape (including child abuse/child sexual abuse as well as incest) is bad. Stories about rape, about underage sex, and about incest, are stories.

They're stories. They're pixels on a screen. They're not real. Whether they claim that rape is good, or bad, or sexy, or melodramatic, or life-destroying, or a normal Tuesday afternoon. They're stories.

And having a negative reaction to them is valid. Stories can stir up powerful emotions in people. It is absolutely, 100%, fair and valid and even normal for there to be certain tropes, plot elements, events, and kinds of content that make you upset and that you never want to see in a story you read, ever. You don't have to want to read about sex. You don't have to want to read any of it. That doesn't make you bad.

There are tropes, plot elements, events, and kinds of content that upset me. There are stories I won't read. The same is true of literally everyone else I know. Even though I know the stories aren't real. Even though I know the things happening in them are happening to fictional characters, who do not exist, who I cannot protect and who also cannot be harmed because they're not real. Even then, I can be made sad and scared and upset and hurt by reading those stories. And that is okay and that is valid and I am not bad or wrong for being upset about the story I've read, and neither are you.

But that doesn't mean the story doesn't have value to somebody else. That doesn't mean the story isn't important to somebody else.

What I see most often coming from antis, possibly even including yourself, is an overwhelming desire to protect. They want to keep themselves and others--possibly people they know, possibly hypothetical people they may never meet--safe from being hurt by these stories. And that desire to protect, also, is normal. It's even admirable! The problem, though, the thing that does more harm than good, is when that desire to protect drives people to lash out against things that matter to other people.

There is a difference between actual rape and stories about rape. There is a difference between a story that could theoretically hurt somebody, someday (which is all stories, always), and a story that hurts you personally. And there is a difference between a story that hurts you personally, and a story that is inherently poisonous to everyone who touches it.

We know--absolutely, scientifically, incontrovertibly--that stories about rape do not make people rapists. Yes, even the stories where the rape is there to be sexy. Even stories where the person being raped is a child. Even then. Fiction is not the same thing as normalization; again, there are far smarter people who have written far more extensively on that topic than I, and next time I come across something that goes more into detail on this point I promise I will reblog it. If this really is the thing you're afraid of, I may not be the right person to convince you that this is an unfounded fear, but I know someone out there can elaborate on it.

(Unfounded, which is not the same thing as invalid. My mother's claustrophobia is unfounded; it flares up in many situations where there's no physical threat whatsoever, where she has plenty of space to move and air to breathe. It's still real. It still chokes her. It's still valid, she is not bad or broken to feel that way, and she still can't drive through certain tunnels. The fear is real. But the thing she's afraid of can't physically hurt her, and that is worth knowing in terms of how she deals with it.)

We know, absolutely, scientifically, and incontrovertibly, that stories about rape and many, many, many other things can hurt and even traumatize their readers. Even though the situation you're reacting to is not real and you receive no physical injury, you can still be hurt by it. The key word there, though, is readers. The fact that the horror genre is out there terrifying people who enjoy being terrified for fun does not damage me unless I do something stupid and try listening to the Magnus Archives again and end up tense and miserable and paranoid for the rest of the week. The fact that guacamole is apparently delicious to everybody else in the world does not hurt me unless I do something stupid and order the wrong thing at a restaurant, and end up itchy and miserable with a little trouble breathing for the rest of the night.

The fact that there are, yes, tens of thousands of fics on AO3 in which characters under the age of 18 have sex? It can't hurt you. Those fics do not hurt you by existing. They can only hurt you if you read them. They can only hurt anyone who reads them. That's why there is an 'Underage' tag--and it's worth noting, 'Underage' is a warning, not a category. Nobody wants you to get hurt reading the wrong fic, any more than the sushi chef wants my throat to swell up because I ordered something with avocado. Literally nobody wants that.

The flip side, of course, is that you hating each and every one of those fics individually and as a group doesn't actually hurt me, or anyone else who writes, reads, or enjoys them. By itself. You can hate anything you like, and fic writers can write anything they like, and it all comes out in the end, more or less. Except.

Except that reading fic is always, entirely, 100% opt-in, and online harassment isn't even opt-out. Some antis have a nasty habit of going after writers whose content they don't like; climbing into inboxes and comments sections, calling those writers nasty names, throwing around cruelties and aggression and insults. I know that's not the same thing as simply disliking a genre, or even passively disagreeing with its existence (although disliking a genre and disagreeing with its right to exist are also very different things). I know not all antis do that. I don't know you, anon, but based on the speed and aggressiveness of this response to my last post, I can't help but wonder if you would do that.

And that does hurt people. Just like it might hurt you if someone threw a bunch of content that makes you uncomfortable into your inbox. Including the harasser, actually--because getting into fights with strangers on the internet about things that make you angry, sad, defensive, and upset isn't good for anybody. Including both you and me.

Anyway, after yet another lengthy ramble, let's get the tl;dr response to your ask here: nobody is ever bad or wrong for disliking certain content in their stories, no matter what that content is. You and your emotions are valid. The "overreacting and making things worse" part isn't about what you feel, but what you do with it. Constantly engaging with places where the thing that upsets you will probably show up, even to argue and try to fight it, will make things worse in the sense that now you're spending way more time thinking about this thing that makes you upset and angry, thereby leaving you more upset and angry. Getting together with a bunch of your upset, angry friends to make your feelings everybody else's problem? Makes fandom a more toxic place for everyone else involved.

Don't read stuff that's going to hurt you. Don't make other people read stuff that's going to hurt them. That's the whole thing, really.

#Anonymous #asked and answered #rape cw #incest cw #discourse #anti discourse day

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simluvbot · 3 years

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Enhypen’s reaction to when you punch a guy (hyung line)

a/n: this was a request ! I said I could upload this a few days ago but due to it being my birthday and it currently being exam week I didn’t have the time to edit this so that’s why I uploaded without proofreading at first TT // ok I finished editing 😁 Jake and sunghoon’s one is so bad don’t read it pls sorry

Although as this fic includes violence I only wrote for hyung like members and not maknae line, I hope you understand

Warnings: descriptions of physical violence (punching), mentions of being in a crowd, mentions of wanting to harm others (thoughts)

+ note: this is a work of fiction and in no way am I encouraging violence ! I wrote this in a way that I thought would match the member’s personalities although this is definitely not a true depiction of the enhypen members ^^

Lee heeseung

You and heeseung had been in the library studying together for your exams, and although you both had luckily reserved a secluded spot in the library that was both quiet and spacious for your revision, it wasn’t soon before some inconsiderate assholes had decided to occupy your desk too.

There were only two of them, yet they still managed to take up over half of the table whereas you and heeseung only had one small portion to yourselves

Plus they were very noisy, and the only librarian being on the seconf floor didnt help either 😐

You and your boyfriend had both made several attempts to sheepishly ask them if they could please quieten down before the librarian came back and kicked them out and more importantly so you mad heeseung could focus ??

But they simply ignored you, paying attention to the… online games ?? They had came to the library to play???

You were starting to get very annoyed, but decided to bite your tongue and instead have you and heeseung focus on your work

But it was when one of them spilt their coffee on heeseung’s expensive textbook and even laugh afterwards which is what you decided that you finally had it

You don’t know how it happened, but soon you were standing up and landed a solid punch on the guy’s face

Heeseung was really shocked, just as much as you at your brash movements

And he would be even more concerned for you when he sees the person you punched egret aggressive to you and start getting close in your face.

“Hey man, that’s enough.” Despite heeseung’s shock, it didn’t take him longer than second before he stood up and grabbed at the man’s arm easily after he got up close you you intimidatingly, heeseung’s strong grip preventing the stranger from hitting you back and you swear you’ve never heard heeseung’s voice so deep and authoritative before as he told the man to sit down and focus on his stupid game

Due to your own surprise at your actions, you barely payed attention to what was going on as heeseung had a polite (on his end..) whisper-argument with the two guys, packing his things up as well as yours before grabbing your hand and safely leading you out of the library

You two ended up going home where he cleaned at your busted knuckles gently, sad at the fact that you got hurt and overall bummed out at two guys who got you so worked up and that his go-to textbook got ruined ):

“Baby, why did you do that, Hm? We could have just left to another place. You could have gotten hurt if they fought back!”

More than anything, your boyfriend was upset at the idea of you potentially getting more than just a few cuts and bruises on your knuckles, and so you promised heeseung right then and there that you wouldn’t do it again

After both of you got changed into your pyjamas, you and heeseung had set up your own study area in the dining room table, where you both continued with your study session for the rest of the day, with lots of cuddles afterwards as a reward!

Park Jongseong

You and jay were walking back home and it was already dark outside as you were both walking through the streets.

Approaching a heavily crowded place outside a club which included several people under the influences, it was pretty hard for you both to squeeze through the crowd as you were walking past.

They literally were spilling onto the road.. :/

“Jay.” You gasped when you lost hold of his hand on yours, leaving you in the idle of the crowd alone. There were so many bodies around you and as you got quickly pushed to against a wall from the movements of the people you found it hard to make your way through the people who were much taller than you.

You were starting to get anxious and when someone came directly in front of you, literally ignoring you asking for them to move and plainly blocking you for no reason you started to get frustrated, adrenaline in your veins as you lost your boyfriend and wanted to get out asap before you started fo panic.

You had asked the person to please move out of the way so you could pass through and they even had the audacity to look at you and make eye contact — only to simply ignore you when you asked for the nth time for them to scoot.

So, with your anxiety peaking and frustration soaring, you punched them hard on their face as soon as they turned around, and when they went stumbling backwards you finally had enough space to escape from your trapped position against the wall.

Jay had finally found you and was right there a few steps in front of you, and you were almost reaching him when a hand pulled you back suddenly, slamming you against the wall aggressively and leading you to hit your head hard.

Jay saw the whole thing. and he was livid

He shouted at the guy and grabbed his hands in his, pushing him so he was off of you once again. Jay was so angry he literally thought he could see red. How dare a man not just refuse to let someone obviously distressed through, but to touch you and hurt you?

You had to calm him down and urged hin for you both to leave before the stranger started getting aggressive because he was already shouting at you both and some heads were turning 😟

He eventually listened to you when he saw your glossed eyes and you clutching at your aching knuckles, so gently grabbing your unhurt hand in his he swiftly led you both away from the crowd in less than a minute, face fallen and heart aching ah ):

“Hey, let me look at you. are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you a lot?”

You could tell he was still so agitated with what happened, checking at your bruised knuckles and looking a the back of your head that was starting to form a lump from the force of being pushed against the wall earlier.

“I’m so sorry, I should have held tighter. I should have brought some security guards with us today.”

You had to tell him it was okay and you defended yourself and the guy was just a jerk and can’t hurt you anymore.

Jay was still so sad at the fact that you got hurt all because he let you go accidentally for one second ): seeing you so anxious and literally in pain made him feel so bad.

He showered you in many kisses once you both got home and you had a relaxing bath together, as well as helping treat your bruise , promising for this to never happen again 🥺

Sim jaeyun

You were hanging out with your old classmates as a reunion and it was getting close to the time where Jake had said he would pick you up to take you home.

Your classmates had asked you if you had a partner and when you told them that you did, they all got instantly curious.

You of course got so excited and was ecstatic to flaunt off your talented and handsome boyfriend to them :D

So you showed them a picture of Jake, however the reaction that you were met with was not what you were expecting.

Your classmates were silent for a few moments as they looked at the photo, before one of them eventually asked,

“Oh, so that’s the guy you’re dating?”

You could see two of them exchange glances for a reason you could not possibly fathom and your heart fell to your stomach when you saw them stifing their laughter.

“What?” You asked, frowning as you looked at the photo you showed them on your phone. What was wrong with the photo?

“Oh.. nothing it’s just.. well.. he just doesn’t look like the best option..”

“It’s pretty cute actually. Of course you would end up with a guy that looks like he matches you in social level.. he’s probably a loser.”

You were so confused and the comments kept coming as they talked amongst themselves, openly criticising Jake for no reason.

You gotta admit, you never were the closest my with your classmates in the first place but still decided to agree to the meet-up for old times’ sake.

You could put up with their side glances towards you ever since you arrived because you barely cared, but when they dared talk about your boyfriend like that??

You were so angry you felt yourself almost shaking.

“Hey.” You said, standing up abruptly from your seat on the picnic table at the park you guys were hanging out at.

“Why are you insulting my boyfriend like that. What is wrong with you?”

Once again, they simply laughed in your face, seeming to think of your reaction as hilarious.

You were gonna start crying soon because the rage boiling up inside of you was reaching to the point that you were finding it hard to contain it and breathe deeply to keep calm and not cause a scene.

But they kept insulting Jake, liking watching you get angry under their gazes.

One of your classmates in particular kept offering comments, too many and you had enough - you snapped.

You punched them square in the face.

And you had done so just when you noticed Jake exiting his car right outside of the park, when it was obvious that he saw you.

You didn’t care, and in fact you started laughing almost hysterically in front of your classmates at their shocked expressions.

You were in tears because the person you punched started having a nosebleed… to you it was hilarious and you were in your own world trying to catch your breath from laughing so much until you heard your name being called.

“Y/n.” Jake said worriedly, finally reaching yoy and placing a hand on your shoulder.

He led you to his car, and after you both left and as you sat silently in the passenger seat having calmed down, you were staring to feel awkward with all the little glances Jake threw towards you ever so often.

He didn’t ask or push, instead just remaining silent and gripping at your hand you had punched your classmate with, thumb swirling over your red knuckles as he stared down at them with a bothered expression.

“Sorry.” You finally said, giving him a sheepish smile. “They just kept talking so badly about you when they found out I had a boyfriend.. I couldn’t resist.”

Jake if anything was a bit disappointed that you had reacted violently, and he was silent for a few seconds as he sat unknowing of what to say, frowning and licking his lips like a confused puppy trying to work out a solution.

“Please just don’t do it again. Violence is never okay, you should have just left. I don’t want my y/nnie getting hurt or getting into fights because of me, okay?”

You both drove back and cuddled a lot on the sofa, and Jake made sure to give your knuckles several kisses, his heart aching with the memory of what happened );

Park Sunghoon

“Ha, if it isn’t the ugly y/n.”

You bit your lip as you heard the familiar laugh of the rink bullies behind you, plainly mocking you.

“Still friends with that weirdo, park sunghoon?”

Ever since the members in the same extracurricular figure skating club had found out you were friends with sunghoon, the ice boy that they liked to torment for reasons forever unknown to you, you had soon too fallen victim to their evil teasing.

“I told you to stop making fun of sunghoon like that.” You said plainly, sighing as you sat down on a bench to undo your skates.

The group members laughed and would just not leave you alone, even going as far as sitting next to you and entering your personal space by constantly poking at your sides sharply.

And you swear to god the temptation of slashing open their faces with the bottom of your skates was very tempting—

But no, you had told sunghoon that you would meet him at the entrance of the rink to walk home together after your individual practices; and you were already running late.

“Where you going? To go see sunghoon? Huh? Go tell him that we messed with his skates so he fails in the competition.”

Your hands froze as you were tying your converses. You looked up, meeting the leader’s gaze.

“What?” You had enough. You could never understand why they had sunghoon as their punching bag. Sunghoon was used to it, not one to start arguments and the type to only keep to himself when things like this happen.

You just went along with it and followed his lead in ignoring your other club members, but them going this far to try to sabotage the performance sunghoon had been training months for? You had enough of simply doing nothing in retaliation to their bullying.

Standing up abruptly, they stood back at youe sudden movement, but not quick enough for being able to dodge the punch you swung directly on the nose of the nearest one in front of you.

“Y/n?”

Looking over to the doorframe of the changing room — there was park sunghoon.

“Sunghoon.” You said in shock, glancing over towards the group in front of you as they started guffawing at the sides of the person you punched

“Sorry, I got caught up with-“

You were just making your way speedily over towards hoon when you were pulled back by the wrist painfully.

You gasped when the force that you were let go of led you to be flung over to one side and practically topple onto the sticky matte floor.

Wincing as you landed on your wrist, you hissed at the fresh pain and the loud crack that came with it.

It was silent as everyone paused, having heard your wrist snapping as much as you had felt the pain of it.

“Y/n!” Sunghoon was at your side in an instant, pushing his way cut though the others standing around you in shock.

His pretty face was frowned with worry, eyes wide as he came in front of you, assessing your wrist without touching it.

“Let’s get out of here.” He scooped you up, and if you weren’t busy trying to breathe in and out deeply to calm yourself down after your injury, you would have been surprised at the skate bullies making space for a clear path Sunghoon to carry you through.

From all your time of knowing the talented ice boy, your skating partner and friend — you had never really seen him show much emotion apart from the small smiles and laughs he gave only to you. His long legs were able to stride quickly to a bench outside as he called an ambulance for you, a distressed expression as he meticulously cared towards you.

And gee if you breaking your wrist didn’t hurt like hell, but after all, did you regret that day? No. You finally were able to stand up to the bullies for the first time, and even more importantly — that moment had started the beginning of a new chapter for you and Sunghoon.

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #kpop imagines

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mrsblackruby · 3 years

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Truly my blog is screaming all day about stuff I’m interested in but sometimes I promise y’all I make edits, art, and write shit. Ik It’s hard to believe that tho 💀

Important disclaimer: I MAINLY STAN CHARACTERS WHO I THINK WOULD BE BITCHY ANARCHIST LIKE ME BUT USUALLY HAVE THEIR SHIT MORE TOGETHER THAN ME.

PUNKS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN AND YOU CAN’T HAVE FUN FUN UNLESS YOU DESTROY RACISM AND CAPITALISM!!!

MY CASE FOR RAT MAN INDEX

Me reading to much into the politics of Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove

(This 1st part is a STAND ALONE POST 4 people who don’t care or don’t have the time for the rest of my case but want an overview of my argument. You can also still read it with the rest of my series if interested and the post is still kinda long tho… keep that in mind if you choose to read;)

“The 5 part series”

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #1

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #2

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #3

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #4

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #5

The Final Part😭

Podcast response to an ask because I am chaotic: Will The Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove Fandom Ever Know Peace 😭

(Hopefully this is the only podcast response I ever have to do. But, Hey! let me know if you found it helpful tho… cuz if I ever do another I will up the quality.)

A little Bonus: Billy Hargrove Meta Just a tragedy

The stranger things fandom in general needs more critical thinking skills

Lol feelings mutual u alone aren’t the problem

Harringrove meta warning ur gonna get the🥾

Sticks and stones I hate it here fandom meta more fandom meta

It’s my drug drives me crazy my hottest take

Capitalist fuckery from Netflix what I am💀

ME SOUNDING LIKE A HIPPEIE

PUTTING IT INTO WORDS

Take a CLEAR stand.

This is a Nancy wheeler hate blog

I HAVE DECIDED TO BECOME BILLY’S LAWYER IN MY DOWN TIME BUT I’M GONNA QUIT IF I DON’T START GETTING PAID

Take a shot every time you see this emoji

🤦🏿‍♀️

I don’t know why I did this to myself no one asked me to do it, I mostly made this for Billy fans so we can all scream together collectively in the chaos

My intent I think kinda

Case Closed

Verdict: Billy is my ratson who deserves better!!!

If you are sensitive to topics of online harassment but want to interact with my fan content pls filter out tw fandom discourse tag

I’m gonna make an attempt to have tags from now on for #fandom and #non fandom filter as needed if you wanna see both don’t filter

Hopefully coming soon don’t expect it tho I’m unreliable…

An actual depiction of racism I connect to personally.

Patrick meta

Character guides for my fanfic Townie

YouTube link

Navigation 4 tags lol

IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN HOBIE BROWN

We love SPIDER PUNK 🕸

No saying Hobie is 23 ain’t harmful go somewhere else with your made up problems <- funny Hobie Brown age discourse meta

Don’t try to completely turn the idea of an indefinite strike down

My case might be closed but I’m still willing to defend/ support any Billy fans who find themselves dealing with online harassment. Only if they want my help of course. (And as long as I’m on tumblr or until I find it overwhelming)

Love to the Billy fandom🥰! Thank you 4 uplifting my perspective! I call this series a success because of all the support I got 💕 there’s no problem taking joy in weirdly specific interests that give you comfort… this fandom has done nothing inherently worse than other fandoms except distracting me from my college assignments. Y’all really do make my day a special one. This is a love letter to prove that! If anyone ever gives you heat 4 liking Billy(there an ass and) I want y’all to know I have found it very soothing to reread these blog posts just reassuring myself I’m not a bad person for liking a fictional character.

Also I don’t mind people sharing this on any platform…I’m made this as a resources for those who care about the issue and don’t want to participate in the behavior I put into question so if you choose to share my case on any other platforms on the internet I do not mind. Just please remember to be kind.

I found this conversation very thought provoking… now my blog will probably just be Harringrove shit posting, Billy theories, other hyper-fixations of mine, politics, might do a fanfic here or there, might do some edits if I have the time, and I might get in some Billy discourse now and then but not nearly as much as I use 2.

You know one ☝️ thing I might consider doing is sharing my dumbass opinion on media/medium relationships with the audience and how it interacts/overlaps/ manifest in abuse culture. The only reason I’m hesitant to do that is because that’s a much deeper larger discussion that deserves way more care/ research than my Billy Hargrove defense case. I’m also not an expert and I don’t want to misinform just share my opinions on the internet. idk tho 🤷🏿‍♀️I might not do it. If I do might not put it in tags just have it available for my followers. Bruh don’t even get me started cuz I could get into the politics of any media I watch on my free time. I could write a book about it lol 😆

I’m very new to tumblr so I hope I didn’t do anything that goes against etiquette and if I did pls let me know.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #the series is finished I just have to post it #and check my grammar #I would like to formally apologize 4 any grammar mistakes lol 😂 I have a reading disability work with me #in defense of Billy Hargrove #in defense of my rat bastard #meta

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