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snekdood · 7 months

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individuals will be like "guys who say they're just too horny not to rape people are horrible" and then fetishize vampires 😒

#MAKE IT MAKE SENSE #DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT LIKE FEELING UNSAFE #personally- BOTH are horrible scenarios #am i really the only one who got serious rapist vibes from edward. really?#'hnnng im resisting the urge not to ra- i mean drink your blood. but im gonna stand in the corner of your room and watch you sleep #every might. also i'll eventually ra- drain your blood' like?????????????????????????????????#this isnt cute to me!!!! how do you fetishize this!!!! it doesnt make any fuckin sense to me im sorry!!#ig the only way it can be 'okay' is when the vampire tells you directly what they want to do and you consent to it. ig thats what happens w #edward or whatever. idk. but before they get to that he feels rapey to me dawg im sorry #also thats just not sustainable #not enough ppl are gonna wanna let you do that. esp depending on how much blood a given vampire in whatever story needs #if in whatever story its a quarter of blood? maybe. if its like. a whole person? yeah good luck bud finding willing participants lmao #bc with a quarter you might be able to get 2 people to be willing. and usually in vampire stories theres this whole 'inability to stop'#theme because it just 'feels so good' 😒 (like man thats just rape im sorry shdjbhjbvfhjvg) but if you need a whole person's worth #or more- good fuckin luck finding enough willing ppl to make up for it #the amount of vampires vs the amount of willing participants- yes even if every person who wants to fuck a vampire on tumblr said yes-#is still gonna be disproportionate for sure #unless theres like. 5 vampires and all they need is a quart of blood. but that sounds stupid and unlikely #and THIS goes back to my 'vampire stories where theres vampires that dont attack humans or rely on them minimally are boring #and they might as well just be regular hemi parasites at that point instead of calling them vampires'#bc ig to me vampire stories SHOULD be horror stories. otherwise why have them in there. just seems boring

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cigarette-room · 3 months

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(pretty long thread rip)

I should be studying for tomorrow but instead I am restless and overthinking and thinking to myself about how there is so much wrong in approaching love from the perspective of trying to be liked and trying to be loved and trying to be good and trying to stick people to yourself with duct tape made of gifts and nice jokes and sweet words because well, it's not only tiring but they will leave in the end anyway, and loving and being loved is supposed to be rest and peace and a sound mind and the more you try the less you achieve any of that! Except I'm my mother's and father's child so I still do it anyway and hang around and try again and cling until it's dead because otherwise it all really hurts but it hurts anyway so

Just dgaf. And if you do then pretend you don't until you convince yourself and restrain your hands so they can't reach out to anyone once they turn their back on you and just. Let people live with their own decisions. I want so hard to be loved that I am making myself disposable like a used rag and for what? It's all gonna be good one day with or without anyone else

#i am perhaps just rambling to myself here #but i am tired of that tendency that was baked into me to try to get anyone to stick around #i remember when my first ex broke up with me i spent literal months clinging to her and trying to negotiate some kind of universe #where we would still talk and be as close as we were before #and she didn't wanna hear #until she did but we eventually distanced and when i moved on she was so upset and i wondered why because? you left me?#and i fought so hard to keep you there but you made your decision and now you're upset at me for moving on?#and the second time around i wasn't any better at it either #and only recently am i realizing that the reason she was so upset at me moving on was because i made myself so reliable #with those stupid promises that I'd be in her life always no matter what happened #and why would I do that? i always cling to people because they matter to me #and they always realize i matter to them once i move on already and am not willingly a part of their life anymore #and like sure i do attract people who tend to be assholes to me but it's on me as well #i am disproportionate in showing my care to people who don't return even 1/5 of it back #and when they get bored i am the one they call weird for that #so i really decided not even to listen to what I need anymore but only to what needs to be done and it's #just letting things go with the flow. i don't have to drag the dead weight of anything i try to keep on my shoulders #do i want to? sure. do i want to be as loved as i never am? i do of course i do #but i am trying too hard. and it's never gonna get me anywhere. because people only ever want me back in their life when i have moved on and #others value themselves more. others don't love anyone blindly so #i don't have to. even though i want. i don't have to #if you gift me a paper I'll gift you a paper. if you want to kiss me I'd want to kiss you too #and if you say you love me I'd love you back and if you forget my birthday I'll forget yours too and #if i hug you but am not hugged back i won't hug you again #i think that's the best way things can go when people are concerned #maybe this is a bit too transactional in a sense but i mean #it wouldnt be fair if it was unequal #if someone does everything for you and you don't return it then you are an asshole to them but #if you give and you aren't given you are a weirdo simply put #it's best if it's equal

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zinzabee · 3 months

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Hi @birthday-cake-rockz! I hope its okay if I answer your questions here in a separate post. I definitely have some tips and thoughts for help with drawing Raph.

First of all, I recommend This free PDF of the book "Morpho - Fat and Skin Folds: Anatomy for Artist" for those who are interested in really getting familiar & comfortable with drawing larger/fat/thick body types. (Make sure you click the second link, the first one is broken)

Now for Raph specifically, I do have a one very important shape I use when I draw him that might be helpful:

A lot of people like to associate diamonds with Raph as much as squares, and I think that's accurate to his design, too! The boy has a lot of serious neck muscle going on, and so his trapezius muscles and those surround it are gonna be more visible. Which actually creates a diamond shape around his collarbone and upper body. If you follow along with the angles of his shell, you can create this shape to help give him that stronger upper body look!

As for his leg proportions, that's a bit tricky because unlike his brothers, Raph's lower limbs are disproportionate to his upper limbs. It's a case of "you have to understand the rules of anatomy in order to break them".

SO!! Real quick anatomy lesson that I learned in art school: the average adult body should be about 7 heads high. Because the boys are teenagers, theirs come up to be about 6 heads high, which I credit to their younger age. But as you can see by the red marked areas, everything is still in normal proportion.

Raph, on the other hand, is different.

Raph's arms are as long as his body is, and his legs are much shorter than his arms. Because of this, he's actually disproportionate to his brothers, since his height is only about 5 and a half heads tall, rather than 6 or 7. In particular, his thighs seem to be unequally shorter in length than the calves. I think its important to keep that in mind when draw him! Because even if you know he's made up of all these thick, blocky shapes, if you try to give him the normal proportions you would Leo or Donnie or Mikey, it might still not look right. He's a stocky lad, and his upper body strength is showcased by these design choices.

Hope all this was helpful for you guys. Now go be free and draw him to your hearts content! :)

Additionally, here are several other links to posts people have created that give references of Raph and the other turtles! I'm sure these will be a big help, too.

High Quality Reference Sheets of everyone, including April and Splinter

Turtle Side Profiles Specifically

Multi-Angle Ref Sheets

RAPH'S SHELL

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raphael #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt analysis #rottmnt art #rottmnt reference #anatomy help #tmnt raph #asks #art tutorial

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centrally-unplanned · 5 months

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In my list of orphaned projects is a big damn essay on the fertility transition , which I never wrote. I had this in the docket for almost a decade, back when worrying about fertility rates was still a hot take. But alas the ship has sailed, everyone is talking about it now and has written it all out already, and I have mountains of projects, so I will just outline it quickly, sans graphs and footnotes. Maybe doing that will incentivize me to write up a full one someday, and it also gets my cohesive viewpoint out there.

The Future Is Exowombs & the Global Fertility Transition

The Trendline

The fertility transition has long roots - going back to 19th century France, originating in metropoles like Paris and culturally exporting itself to the countryside.

It seems broadly linked to material prosperity in ways that are load-bearing, one implies the other.

It is a 'sticky' cultural transition - once a country begins to move towards lowered TFR it never recovers outside of temporary blips.

It is not related to "western" cultural norms or specific contingencies of religion or ethnicity - those can matter at the margins, but rarely make a huge difference.

Starting in the 1990's, following sharp increases in A: global economic growth and B: global cultural diffusion/global monoculture, a trendline that used to be reserved for wealthy countries has rapidly accelerated, affecting countries at almost every income level. The fertility transition is now fully global.

The Cause

The primary driver of this phenomenon is the positive realization of desires - and by that I mean it is not something forced on people due to a lack in their lives.

It is not primarily caused by growing singleness; the number of people having any kids at all today is lower but overall pretty similar to the number of people who did a hundred years ago. It makes a marginal difference but not a huge one.

It is not linked to money, or housing prices, or other economic issues - fertility rates do not notably change with income levels or other price factors. At the margins, sure, but not at relevant ones.

It is not linked to specific technologies like contraception. People have understood how to prevent pregnancy for centuries - though like many things they do contribute at the margins. Additionally, you can’t uninvent them.

It is by a large majority linked to the death of large families. It was previously common for there to be families with 5 or more children, sometimes way more. 10+ children was not that rare in the past.

These families were disproportionately engaged in agricultural production; cities have always been fertility sinks.

In a world of manual household labor, rural living, low rights for women, low economic opportunities for women, and high death rates for children, these large families made sense. The 'opportunity cost' of the endless pregnancies & sicknesses was low (economically, not gonna handwave the immense personal toll)

All of these reasons have vanished. People want to have families, and love their children. But enduring multiple painful pregnancies, putting your career on hold, and spending huge chunks of your lifespan on child raising no longer tracks. The experience of having ~2 children is superior, along almost every metric, than the experience of having ~5 children for most people. This is what I mean by positive desires - the family structures of the past were built on misery and necessity, and will not return willingly.

The Problem

Many will point to the economic & social consequences of the Fertility Transition. They are very real, particularly at sub-1.0 fertility rates. If you are South Korea today, you have no plan for how your economy will truly support itself 50 years from now - you will vanish as a country in a few generations.

The focus on nearish-term crises also misses the opportunities lost - economic growth is premised on specialization, and specialization is premised on scale. A smaller world is a poorer world per capita, and a less innovative world, problems which have compounding effects. The difference in the long term is orders of magnitude.

But, far more importantly than any of that, is that we are nowhere close to the capacity of the earth to support humans. Supporting double or even triple the current population of the earth is trivial; a 10-fold increase would be quite easy, particularly once innovation is factored in. Being alive is a good of worth incomparable to anything else - the 'future' is literally defined by it. Time only meaningfully passes through the eye of one who can behold it.

The Failed Solutions

Money cannot buy lifespan or reclaim lost time - all attempts to throw money at the problem of fertility can help at the margins, but won't change the fundamentals. Some people want to have 2 kids, but can only afford 1. Or are prioritizing a career, but will work part time to have 3 kids. But the current policy crop of tax benefits or subsidized child care has not found a way to make someone truly want a larger family size, just mitigate gaps between desire and ability - and only barely.

Could radically larger amounts of money solve this problem? A professional career track in giving birth, 100k+ salaries for full-time mothers? I am open to the idea - but society isn't. The fiscal transfers needed are too radical for the current political environment, no one is proposing this.

Immigration was frequently proposed as a stop-gap, but its a 90's idea, premised on the idea that the Fertility Transition was a western problem that other countries did not face. It is not and never was; as every country's fertility declines, immigration becomes a zero-sum solution.

Turning back the clock on cultural change is A: impossible, the material logic of modern industrial production broke the need for it, and culture is downstream of material constraints. And B: its barbaric - if your answer to humanity's obstacles to greater flourishing is to condemn half of it to misery, we are better off dead.

So population levels will either stagnate or decline - unless something intervenes.

The "Future" Aka Getting Rationalist On Main

Exowombs, aka artificial wombs, allow you to grow a human child outside of the need for a person to incubate it. The baby (hah) step they let you do is strongly lower the cost of having a child; this is time & health given back to a mother, it will make having larger families easier.

But that won't fundamentally, shift the reality - that most people only want 1-2 kids, they don't want to raise more than that. However, with exowombs, you don't need to; you can make children outside of a family's desire for one. You can do that pretty trivially, actually. A society, if committed to solving its fertility issues, could mass-produce people with exowombs. Which would be very good to do ethically, because living is good and I personally don't think kids at orphanages should be euthanized to end their suffering, they are fine.

If some society, somewhere, did this, they would rule the world in a few generations. No one else is solving this problem, and meanwhile the human capacity to live on Earth is being woefully underutilized. Before natural human growth would solve this eventually - now it seems that will never happen, so anyone who actively tackles the problem wins. They literally win the future, by being the future.

Now, no one is going to do this soon - proposing this idea is not my point. Exowomb research is harshly regulated or illegal everywhere, modern society hates the idea of this kind of experimentation. We are, in so many ways, allergic to the idea of solving this problem. It doesn't even have to be exowombs, maybe we do the salaried mothers idea. My point is just the illustration - the future where there is 100 billion people dwarfs any current trendline future. That hypothetical dominates the worldline space, because arriving there organically seems to have faded away. The fact that we are not going to take that future, that it is probably gone now, is really, really sad.

But of course there is the other solution, the reactionary specter - instead of the technological solution, we choose the social one, of cultural regression and expanded reproductive control. I am not so worried about this, personally? Because I think it would unsustainable and result in a lot of bleed to liberal societies. It should not be taken lightly though - in a world where everyone has 1.0 fertility, and the social and economic consequences are becoming dire, I wouldn’t discount the willingness for radical solutions. I myself prefer the technologist side. But I think odds are we don't get either, just the long decline.

TL;DR - don’t let the Mormons win. Build exowomb factories.

#the fertility transition #essay

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houseofripley · 3 months

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Can I have pls Rhea Ripley x Fem reader where she compares her hand sizes with readers while putting lotion on her healing back tattoo (Fluff plss)

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Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: None Really, It's just Comfort/Fluff

WORD COUNT: 715

A/N: sorry it's nothing too crazy just a little thing i threw together this afternoon!

“Urgh! When will my suffering end?!” Rhea complained as she tossed herself face down onto your shared bed. “You have no idea how badly I need a massage right now” She whined, her face buried in her pillow.

“You know…maybe you should have listened to me when I told you getting a full back piece the night after Wrestlemania was a bad idea.” You playfully dissed your girlfriend, grabbing the small bottle of lotion Rhea’s tattoo artist sent her home with.

Rhea groaned into her pillow, the soreness from Wrestlemania three nights ago started taking its toll on her. She had the marvelous idea of getting a full back tattoo just one night later. Although you repeatedly advised her against it, Rhea was still on a high from her win, she wouldn't take no as an answer.

You pulled Rhea’s bathrobe off and began slowly pulling off the cling wrap placed over her tattoo. “I’m sorry baby.” You apologized as she hissed in pain.

Rhea hummed in relief as you began lathering her chiseled back in the lotion.

“Thank God.” Rhea praised under you, a laugh escaping your mouth. “You’re such a baby! What would you do without me, hm?” You teased, making sure to be gentle as your hands glided over the freshly inked skin.

Rhea laid in silence, listening to you quietly hum the tunes of your favorite songs. Once you had placed a fresh sheet of cling wrap onto Rhea’s back your hands found themselves massaging the knots out of the rear half of Rhea’s legs.

“You gotta take it easier on yourself Rhea.” You frowned, Rhea had picked up the worry in your voice. She was quick to turn around and sit up, propping herself against the headboard.

Rhea patted her lap signaling for you to take a seat. Her hands cupped your cheeks as you settled yourself onto her lap. “Baby, I don’t want you worrying about me like that.” Rhea whispered before placing a gentle kiss against your lips.

“You’ve been so caught up in work and training these past few months, I’m scared you’ll forget to take care of yourself.” You just barely whispered out.

“Sweet girl…I promise I’ll get better at taking care of myself.” Rhea said as her thumb glided across your cheek. “I have Wrestlemania out of the way, you’re my main focus now. I know me being away has been hard for you, you put on such a brave face for me, you take care of me so well.” Rhea gently praised, her baby blue eyes only focused on analyzing your face.

You gave your girlfriend a soft smile, gently biting on your bottom lip as she spoke up again. “You have all my attention darling, I won’t let you out of my sight for the next two weeks.” Rhea assured you, one of her hands reaching down to intertwine her fingers into yours.

You brought your entangled hands to your face before placing a kiss on her fingers. You gave Rhea’s hand a squeeze before releasing the hold you had on each other.

“Big ass hands.” You laughed out, breaking the shared silence. “Big ass hands? I think you just have disproportionately small hands!” Rhea fake gasped and used her free hand to mess up your hair.

“Nope! Your hands are just huge.” You confidently stated as Rhea shrugged. “You won’t be complaining when they’re making you scream my name tonight.” Rhea stated with a shit-eating smirk plastered on her face.

You sarcastically rolled your eyes as you wrapped your arms around Rhea’s neck, “I’m not gonna even acknowledge what you just said.”

“You know it’s true,” Rhea snarked before redirecting the conversation. “You hungry? I’m hungry.”

“I’m damn near starving.” You confirmed. You wrapped your legs around Rhea’s hips as she stood up.

Rhea made sure she held you as tightly as she possibly could as she carried you in the direction of the kitchen

“Alright, what are we making, sweet girl?” Your girlfriend questioned.

“Umm-I don’t know, you pick.”

“I picked last time! You have to pick tonight!”

“I don’t wanna pick!”

Rhea groaned in defeat, “You wont give up until I pick something won’t you?”

“Mhm!” You exclaimed, giving Rhea a kiss on her cheek.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

#rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley oneshot #rhea ripley x you #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley #rhea ripley fanfiction #request

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spacelazarwolf · 5 months

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i’m not gonna reblog the actual post bc i am not in the mood for discourse but i am getting kind of tired of seeing “trans femmes aren’t pressuring gnc men to transition” posts bc like. idk maybe ur talking abt ppl who are actually saying that, but the vast majority of those posts are made in direct response to gnc men and/or nonbinary ppl who are talking abt our frustrations with the over-familiarity a lot of ppl — not just trans femmes — have developed when it comes to gnc men and nonbinary ppl, telling us what our genders actually are bc we’re clearly just confused or don’t want to “admit the truth.”

i’m sure there are individual people like transmeds who pressure ppl to transition but that’s not what most of these convos have been abt. we’re talking abt the ppl who tell gnc men they’re clearly an egg bc they like wearing women’s clothes and painting their nails, or tell amab nonbinary ppl who present masculine that they’re “basically a man” or that they’re a “trans woman in denial.” we’ve talked abt how east asian men and jewish men have historically been demonized as a part of their systemic oppression and the way ppl unwittingly continue that cycle with those of us who are gnc and/or nonbinary. we’ve talked abt the way even ppl who say they accept nonbinary ppl are still enforcing a masculine/feminine binary, and how this continues to disproportionately affect intersex people.

and like. it’s not some nefarious plot to get more ppl to transition. it’s just a combination of ppl not having boundaries and acting inappropriately, ppl not doing the work to really unlearn the gender binary, and ppl not taking into account the way other intersections interact with gender.

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slightlymediocree · 12 days

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☆Update 2:☆

I remembered to take pics today! Sort of. Only after i had put away my machines and stuff...

Here are (most) of my edwardian undergarments

(i am wearing modern clothes under bcs the internet is weird)

Chemise, bustle pad, underbust corset, petticoat

I still need to make a corset cover someday, ive just been using a second thin chemise over all this:

I used these vintage buttons on the cuffs. I wanted some more security but ran out of buttons so i used small snaps:

Also put one on the collar so i could try it on. I think the placket at the back of the blouse is a little ugly and larger than ive seen in extant garments but i forgot to adjust the pattern for my broad shoulders and need the extra width for comfort.

I tried on the blouse and skirt together:

I may need to loosen the waistband of the skirt, the corset is a bit bulkier than i thought itd be. Also the blouse is just stuffed into the skirt and currently only has one closure on at the collar so it looks a little bit disproportionate. The belt/sash will help smooth everything out so i dont look like im drowning in voile.

I might go without the bustle pad during the final shoot because i think it gives too much volume in the waist/hip area for edwardian tastes. Its from an 1890s pattern, so the silhouette is a bit out of date. I should probably try the skirt on without the pad before extending the waistband though.

Im pretty happy with how the sleeves turned out! I have some vintage nottingham lace i bought on etsy from penelope textiles that i was going to add to another project. I think ill sew some different laces together and add it to the cuffs to elongate them a bit. Since this dress is supposed to be from roughly 1905, i want the sleeves to look as they wouldve in that time. The photos ive seen mostly feature large ruffles at the ends of elbow-length sleeves but i dont think ill be likely to wear ruffles very often. Ive also seen tighter cuffs that extend from the elbow to mid-forearm or from the elbow to wrist. I think the elbow-length sleeves are a feature of afternoon dresses but i could be wrong. Maybe that was just day dresses? Not sure.

Im also not sure if i want to get gloves/a hat/parasol for this project. On one hand, it would look really cool for the video. On the other hand, it sounds quite expensive and i doubt ill wear it again. I dont want to buy things i wont use and create waste, theres enough of that in fashion. I have a pink 1900s parasol that i might cover with black fabric, but idk.

There isnt much left to do! Im gonna make a list here so i have it written somewhere:

-sew snaps onto blouse

-finish blouse hem

-attatch lace cuffs

-press pleats on sash/belt

-order synthetic whalebones

-add bones, hook/bars to belt

This is just the sewing tasks though, i need to edit the video clips and record audio. I have no idea how to do any of this. I just downloaded davinci video editor so hopefully i can figure it out. The only experience i have with video making/editing was in 3rd grade on ipads on the imovie app. Ive just been binge watching bernadette banner videos bcs i love her video style.

Any tips/feedback are much appreciated! ♡

Date: 4/22/24

#edwardian fashion #1900s #early 1900s #edwardian era #edwardian #victorian mourning #victorian dress #victorian era #victorian fashion #fashion history #historical costuming #historical dress #historical fashion

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dk-ghostmachines · 3 months

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i gotta talk about FourDogs

I really do. 'Cause I posted a lil' passive-aggressive hot take a few days ago, but this is Tumblr not TikTok. Here we can have our 60-second hot takes and eat our long essays too. Kipperlilly Copperkettle was introduced as a rival in episode 3, after which there were a number of posts criticizing The Bad Kids' response to her, labeling it disproportionately mean at best and bullying at worst. I think that's an unfair reading of that interaction and I'm gonna talk about why.

Now, I'll be the first to admit that it's parasocial as fuck over here and The Bad Kids are my personal best friends actually, so where necessary I'll do my best to separate the ((loyalist ride-or-die-bad-boys-for-lyfe emotional reactions)) from the actual points I'm trying to make.

((That being said, the fuck was FourDogs talking about? Y'know? Like what was she on about, for real?))

Here's what's true: over the course of their time at Aguefort, three adults directly related to The Bad Kids - Jawbone, Gorthalax, and Gilear - have been instated as faculty or staff. And if I'm a third-party, especially another student, then for sure. It's giving nepotism, it's giving cronyism, and I'm drinking my Haterade about it every morning. But favoritism is about treatment. It's about actions, rewards, benefits - and ma'am, if you're gonna levy a charge like that, I'm afraid you're gonna need receipts!

What actual benefits have The Bad Kids received from the school that is not available to other students? In freshman and sophomore year, The Bad Kids get detention like anybody else, they don't make it on the Bloodrush team, Gorgug in particular was always not doing great in Barbarian class, they take their midterms, they have to complete the big 60%-of-the-grade spring break project, etc. And now this year, Fig is getting punished for not going to class, Kristen is getting consequences specific to being a kid with ADHD who doesn't live at home anymore, Gorgug's still getting the literal opposite of favoritism from Porter, and Riz, Adaine, and Fabian are all getting the treatment from professors that is proportional for historically successful students in good academic standing.

((And someone else brought this up but, re:that 60%-of-the-grade project, miss ma'am, what were you doing in the Far Haven Woods?? In addition to saving the world again, The Bad Kids endured borderline psychological torture for their final grade, while the Buttcrushers got to step on bugs in the neutral zone??? But they're the privileged ones, no, for sure))

Whether or not saving the world is as big a deal in-universe as it would be in our real world is up for debate. Brennan said it was an outstanding feat in the scope of student adventuring at Aguefort to consistently complete Class B and C quests, but then, when TBK comes back from Hot Yorb Summer everyone acts like they went on a class trip to Six Flags. Either way, unearned success is the wiiiiiildest claim to lay at the feet of consistent world-savers.

Freshmen year it was the Helioic Fundamentalist Apocalypse and the Emperor of the Red Wastes. Sophomore year it was the Nightmare King and the Night Yorb. They've saved the whole school, they've saved specific students at the school. They My Little Pony-ed Ragh, one of the biggest actual bullies Aguefort had, and then Fabian killed toxic masculinity! Even if the favoritism was in the room with us, would it not be the natural result of all this hero shit??? Aguefort hasn't done The Bad Kids any favors he wouldn't do for the rest of the student body, but even if he had I'd get it because KRISTEN APPLEBEES SNUCK HIM INTO HEAVEN AND THEN BROUGHT HIS ASS BACK TO LIFE.

Again, maybe not remarkable in a world where Revivify is just a thing you can learn, but y'know! Shit!! Diamonds aren't free!!

Also FourDogs' whole tone of disdain for the "eccentricity" of Arthur Aguefort's administrative decisions truly boggles the mind, because we found out in freshmen year that he has some kind of mass Power Word over the government of Solace that allows the students of his school to do crimes, AND in sophomore year he has that auto-call-ex-machina that students can evoke when they're in danger overseas. His "eccentricity" is the reason the school can function at all, put some respect on man's name.

Now, let's get word-perfect.

That's the American Psychological Association.

And that's StopBullying.gov, which is managed by the Department of Health and Human Services.

Here's what's true. At moment 00:00 of their relationship, Kristen said something pretty freakin' mean to Kipperlilly for an audience of her friends with like, no provocation.

Kipperlily then revealed that she has based her entire campaign around addressing the perceived privilege that "some students" have under Arthur Aguefort's rules. And THEN, Jawbone revealed that Kipperlilly had been snooping around asking questions about Kristen's relationships with her god and trying to get general dirt on The Bad Kids. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE, in the preview for episode 6, we get Murph's line of "Kipperlilly's team is trying to get us kicked out of school".

Does that excuse the thing Kristen said ((yes it was hilarious)), no. Not at all. She didn't know that stuff, Kipperlilly just failed a vibe check. In the moment though, that's all it was. The Bad Kids met someone they didn't like and perceived as a threat, and Kipperlilly had something mean said to her by people she already didn't like and already wants to see brought down. While she was not threatening them in that moment, Kipperlilly is a threat. She's not a victim, she is an equal with opposing goals. And now that Ruben has the song of the summer, The Buttcrushers are probably just as popular as The Bad Kids. There is no greater imbalance, they're just adversaries.

Ultimately, Kipperlilly's got them fucked up. But she's a kid. Kids are allowed to get shit fucked up and misdirect their anger at systemic unfairness. TBK are also kids and well within their rights to feel what they felt when Four Dogs walked up with self-righteous vibes and started yappin about academic privilege in what is already the most academically stressful year of their lives.

As the audience, we not only know all the shit TBK has gone through that Kipperlilly does not, we also are aware of how Brennan is introducing her in the story. As soon as he brings her into the scene, you know what's up. The voice he gives her, the tone, the actual things he's saying - if you watch everyone's face after the line about favoritism gets dropped it's the culmination of the whole interaction. Oh, she's our enemy, like our specific enemy and her team is coming for us, specifically.

So what do we gain from ignoring all that? From ignoring the JUICE of this rivalry and flattening it into "the bad kids were mean :/". I actually love Kipperlilly, the rivalry is giving and I love feeling big emotions and getting to use angry, feral, fandom language. FourDogs, can't wait to see you next week, and I can't wait to read the 40k word, FourDogsxKristen, enemies-to-lovers fics. And y'know, shout out to all the people who kin her because she found the rogue teacher, it's pretty goated, I won't lie.

But also. Bad Kids Supremacy. Buttcrushers, stay mad.

#d20 #dimension 20 #kipperlilly copperkettle #four dogs #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #in this essay i will #free my kids they did nothing wrong #i support bad kids rights #i support bad kids wrongs #fantasy high junior year

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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carving pumpkins with the brothers

includes: the brothers & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

warnings: mention of and use of a knife to carve a pumpkin

a/n: happy halloween to those who celebrate! enoy some #fall content from yours truly. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come talk to me!!

please reblog (with pics of what you think the brothers pumpkins looked like)

“i’m gonna try to carve your face,” mammon says, and you burst out laughing.

“good luck with that,” satan says drily, bent over his pumpkin, spoon in hand. somehow, unlike asmo beside him, he’s completely spotless, with not a hint of goop on him anywhere.

“yeah,” belphie adds, “because your art skills can actually make that happen.”

mammon pouts, waving a handful of pumpkin guts through the air threateningly. “you guys are so mean to me! i could do it.”

“yeah, right,” levi chimes in. he’s got his brow furrowed in concentration as he outlines the shape he wants to cut out in marker, checking his reference picture every so often to make sure he’s on track. it doesn’t escape your attention that his reference photo, is in fact, a ruri-chan chibi.

“hey, beel, put that down!” belphie slaps beel’s hand just before he puts a seed into his mouth. “mc said we’ve gotta cook them first.”

“we do,” you confirm. “beel, i promise the wait will be worth it.”

he sighs, but nods. “fine. but i’m so hungry.”

“you’ll survive,” lucifer tells him, showing no mercy. he’s got his sleeves rolled up and is elbow-deep in the pumpkin, apparently haven given up on using a scoop. it’s nice to see him let go a little bit, and you’re not going to lie, the faces he’s been making at the texture deserve to be memorialised.

“okay, i think i’m ready to carve,” you say to no one in particular, and in an instant, several different carving tools are being held out. you choose one of the kitchen knives, not trusting yourself to manage anything fancier. you’ve gone for a very classic jack-o-lantern and only hope you can do it justice. carving neatly has never been your strong suit.

but isn’t that part of the fun? getting messy and goopy and having everything look a little bit wonky? you certainly think so.

“be careful not to cut yourself,” mammon warns, and you flash him a grin.

“thanks, i will.”

carefully beginning with the eyes, you begin to cut out your face.

“i’m done,” beel announces, and you look over to see his pumpkin. it’s one of the largest ones you could find and what he’s done with it is comical. a small, friendly face sits directly in the middle, disproportionately sized to the rest.

“i like it,” you say, fighting a laugh. “if you want to begin sorting the seeds from the goop, then we can cook them faster.”

beel nods, seriously and begins to do what you say. you finish up your carving in the next few minutes, proudly setting it aside.

“whoa, mc, that looks really good,” asmo cheers, and you lean over to wipe a bit of pumpkin guts off of his cheek. how he’s gotten so messy within is completely beyond you, but hey, at least he looks like he’s having a good time. “do you think you can help me with mine?”

“no way,” levi says. “we all have to do our own!”

“ugh, fine.”

“lucifer, how is yours going?” you ask, peering at his pumpkin. he’s got a pen in his hands now and seems to be considering what kind of face.

“good, except i can’t think of what to draw,” he replies, and you spread your arms.

“but there are so many options!”

“and that’s the problem. i work better when there are fewer choices.”

“maybe look up some inspo pics?” you offer helpfully, and he nods, pulling out his d.d.d.

“mammon, let’s see yours,” satan says gleefully, and mammon jumps, covering it with his arms.

“no way! it’s not ready!”

“but you’ve been drawing forever!”

“mc’s face is kinda hard, okay?” he defends, still not letting anyone see.

“that means you screwed up,” belphie intones, and mammon flushes.

“nuh-uh!” he pauses. “but um, on a totally unrelated note, are there any extra pumpkins?”

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awakentheeldritchabomination · 1 month

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I started playing around with my Charlie’s design a little bit. I wanted to add some more covert wolf/dragon-like qualities, and I’ve also been ruminating on the white-savior narrative a bit as well as colorism… I know that they are technically half black in my version (they’re basically albino and albino black/bipoc people exist and, of course, should be acknowledged; I don’t want to overlook them, however, there is something to be said about how lighter skinned people or characters tend to fill the kinds of protagonist roles Charlie is in at a disproportionate rate….for very obvious reasons…., and idk how I would feel about playing into that even if I aim to critique it, especially if this ends up branching off into its own little thing) and that I chose the white coloration to comment on the ways we perceive whiteness as purity (lamb deception) whilst demonizing darkness, but I’m still on the fence. Like I said, I also wanted to play around with wolf patterning, so I landed on some vitiligo (ig?)- coded ideas. I’m not sure if I’m sold on it right now, but I do like the concept. I was also gonna try darkening their skin tone, but that one’s still in progress (Sorry, I don’t do a lot of digital art, so I’m kinda bad at it lol)

If anybody has any thoughts on the subject, I’d love to hear them.

Also, some more fun facts: they definitely have a more extensive wardrobe as royalty, and the colors I associate with them are black, white, pastel blue, and red (so original lol). They wear more red around their father or whenever they feel crappy since this palette is based on flame coloration in accordance to heat (high spirits = blue and white; low= red and reddish orange) and in my version, red would be a color closely associated with specifically Lucifer’s presence (instead of…everything), so they’re subconsciously trying to match his energy. They wear more contrasting black and white outfits when hanging around Alastor. With V, it’s more the typical blue (their usual attire is made to complement each other through pastels). Oh, and V finally has a name: Vanesa. That should have taken two seconds to come up with, but indecisiveness strikes again. I’m still second guessing.

Alright enough random color dynamics:

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel rewrite #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel criticism #charlie redesign #hazbin rewrite

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bumblequinn · 8 months

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Hi! Medium time listener (I followed after slarpg altered my brain chemistry), first timer asker! What is your process when it comes to composing for games? Is it any different when the subject changes (personal, commission, etc)?

hehehe, well i hope that alteration was a positive one! 😋

so i think there's kind of two sides to this: there's the creative process, and the collaborative process.

The Creative Process

my creative process is actually pretty similar whether i'm working on contract or for personal enjoyment.

first, i consider:

the needs of the prompt in front of me (is it a save menu or a boss battle? is it a tense scene is or a tender one?)

how it should fit into the bigger picture of the whole project (mood/tone, genre, leitmotifs, instrumentation, production style, etc)

what tools i will need to use (subtractive synth or sampler or soundfont or live recording?)

then, i typically write what i call a "skeleton:" just the barest bones of a piece of music. i almost always do this on piano, dividing the bass, harmony, and melody into very distinct registers. i do it this way for several reasons learned the hard way:

first, by dividing parts into clearly delineated registers, i'm saving myself a whole lot of trouble down the line. i have long had a bad habit of over-crowded arrangements, which besides being weaker from a composition standpoint, are also notoriously difficult to mix. and mixing is already hard enough as it is! so writing a strong and well balanced composition from the outset is the best way to go.

second: when you jump into arranging or mixing before the whole piece is written, it's much easier to get stuck. where should i take this track next? i dunno, guess i'll fiddle with the mix. suddenly a week's gone by and i'm still working on a half-written track. if i require myself to write the whole piece out first, then this bottleneck is almost always eliminated.

sometimes you can get really excited about an idea, get carried away with arranging and producing a whole track, get to feeling really attached to it—only for your collaborator to say it's just not the right direction. by limiting myself to one instrument, i don't put in a disproportionate amount of work before confirming whether or not the piece is actually a good fit. and bonus, if it's not a good fit then i have a piece of music written that can serve another project later (or another part of the current project, if i'm lucky)!

of course, i'm not always perfect about this. even very recently, i got really stoked about a track i was cooking up for susan taxpayer and went BANANAS with it—only for punkitt to say she loved it but it wasn't at all the right vibe. a hard but necessary reminder of why i try not to get carried away prematurely!

(don't worry, the one i made to replace it fit like a glove, and the first attempt is gonna be used elsewhere. love wins 😌)

once i do have confirmation that i'm headed in the right direction with an idea though, that's where i really get into it with choosing instruments, designing synths, figuring out the production style, etc. and there's where the real back-and-forth with my collaborator begins, to make sure things are staying on track every step of the way. that leads us to:

The Collaborative Process

for starters, and probably most obviously, different people are different to work with. everyone has different strengths and challenges both creatively and interpersonally, so i try to meet my collaborator where they're at and tune in to their specific needs, vision, and communication style. within reason, i try not to look at these things as being "better" or "worse" with one person versus another, just different!

i think the biggest differences for me as far as how much time and energy i invest into a project are A) whether it's paid or pro bono, and B) my own level of personal excitement about the project.

if i'm doing something purely for fun, it's pretty exclusively because i'm really hyped about the project. because, well, it wouldn't be fun if i weren't, right? and in that situation, i enjoy giving it my all! susan taxpayer falls firmly into this category, and i'm having a blast with it.

SLARPG started out pretty similarly, but as the scope of the project grew, it evolved into more of a pro bono arrangement; bobby and i drafted up a contract and negotiated on how we would split earnings from the game once it released, and that's where i've gotten the vast majority of my income this year. it remained a passion project til the end, but i could not in good conscience put that much of my life into a project of that size unpaid, no matter how much i loved it! (maybe one day, if we collectively defeat capitalism and i no longer have to worry about such things... 🥲)

things get a bit different when you get into strictly contract work, though. when it's something i'm doing for a client who's paying from the start and it's not for my own enrichment, i have more hard and fast boundaries on how much of myself i put into the project. i have specific rates, and offer only so many free revisions before charging additional fees. sure, i can be horribly particular and will revise something a bazillion times to get it "just right" if i'm working on a passion project, but i'm not about to do that for like. a corporate commercial or whatever lol

whether it's for fun or all business, though, i always try to make something i'm proud of. because i want whomever i collaborate with to have something they're happy with in the end, of course! plus i'm kind of allergic to phoning it in, i'm too extra for that 😜

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i'm sure i could go on, but i think i'll leave it at that! pardon the slow response, it took me some time to formulate my thoughts for this one. thanks for the question, and take care ^^ 🎵

#asks #from #sourpatchsquids #feat #susan taxpayer #&#slarpg

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projectbluearcadia · 11 days

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Welcome To The World Of Tomorrow!

Lucifer: Annelie? You're...

Annelie: I'm okay. I'm okay, honey; you don't need to cry.

Annelie hugs Lucifer tighter, and Lucifer wipes at his eyes. Barbatos slumps over.

Barbatos: So it was... that way...

Barbatos' eyes flutter, and he falls unconscious.

Diavolo: What... just happened?

Annelie: ...I think I have an idea.

Lucifer: You... You do?

Annelie: Uh, so... remember how I accidentally took like most of your soul out of you.... y'know, back in that... place?

Lucifer's eyes widen.

Annelie: Yeah... I think I might've.... done that. With maybe some damage control since I took it from three people this time. Maybe a little disproportionately.

Diavolo and Lucifer glance over at Barbatos.

Diavolo: Well... I'm glad.

Diavolo smiles with relief.

Diavolo: Lucifer, take her back home and make sure she gets some rest. I'll take care of things here.

Lucifer: I want to hit him again.

Diavolo: Later. I've never seen you so upset before, and I think you need some time to recover from this. I'm saying this as your friend; I want you to take a few days off at the least. Annelie, don't you think so too?

Annelie sends a brief, malicious glare towards Barbatos.

Annelie: Yeah. Let's go home and split a nice bottle of demonus. We'll listen to your record of Danse Macabre.

Lucifer: ...okay. Anything you want, Annelie.

Lucifer kisses her forehead, her cheek, and then her lips as he hugs her, still squeezing one hand.

[ timeskip ]

Mammon: So, uh... Is nobody gonna ask what happened?

Mammon points at the scene in the living room, where Lucifer is laying on Annelie's lap, his face turned into her stomach. Annelie herself blinks at Mammon slowly, her disconcerting eyes making him shiver as she pets Lucifer's head.

Annelie: Shh, Mammon, stress is bad for the baby

Lucifer: Oh, shut up.

Annelie: I'm kidding; don't get snippy.

Beel: Omgroph guffs worph...

Belphie: Yeah, I agree with Beel. Seriously, I've never seen him act this clingy.

I will continue not to understand how these two comprehend each other.

Annelie covers Lucifer's ears.

Annelie: I kind of almost died in front of him again. So he's been really on edge lately... I can't imagine how traumatizing it was for one of his closest friends to try to kill me while he couldn't do anything.

Mammon: Hold the hell up, what?

Satan: Yeah, what?

Annelie: Just please don't talk about it in front of him; I want to give him some space from the whole shitshow. Fill in Levi and Asmo later when they come downstairs.

Satan: You can't just drop something like that on us and expect us not to ask questions.

Annelie: I wasn't---

Lucifer finally swats at Annelie's hands and sits up, revealing his haggard face.

Lucifer: Barbatos thought she would be better off dead, so he tried to kill her. Apparently, the future he saw with her in it was grim.

The brothers fall silent, and Annelie sighs.

Annelie: We'll take care of it as best we can, just like we always do. Diavolo texted me not too long ago that I nearly killed Barb trying to resurrect myself, so I feel like we're even.

Satan: I have more questions than I started with.

Lucifer: That makes two of us.

Lucifer rubs his face.

Lucifer: Among other things, Annelie clearly awakened some kind of power, which I suspect is a stronger variant of what she already has. Which is a problem, given that according to Barbatos, the vaccine is only effective towards treating surface level symptoms.

Annelie: He could have just been a little delulu, considering he admitted to being romantically attracted to me.

Lucifer: Annelie, you can't pretend to me that you haven't felt something change. Don't coddle me.

Annelie: ...hah... Sorry. I just... I don't want you to be at your wits end because you're worried about me. It's bad enough that you're afflicted with whatever succubus bullshit that makes your love for me border on blind devotion. I want you to worry about you first right now.

Lucifer: ...I will try. That is all I will promise.

Annelie: Fine. Good enough. And anyway, I haven't really felt much of a change. Except for a ridiculously strong desire to...

Annelie's face pinkens, and she whispers in Lucifer's ear.

Annelie: ...to see you tied-up, red-faced and begging me in the most obscene way possible for the slightest stimulation.

Lucifer's body shudders, and he clears his throat.

Lucifer: Of course, you didn't have breakfast this morning. I should fix that.

Lucifer takes Annelie by the hand and leads her upstairs while she grins. Satan groans, facepalming.

Satan: Please tell me I'm not the only one who hates it when he makes that euphemism.

#poor satan #baby has to listen to his parents doing that jkjk #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me angst #obey me #LuciAnne

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luvring · 9 months

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beach date where you and your partner try to find rocks that look like the others eyes. with Hinata in Brazil, Kageyama in Italy or Oikawa in Argentina

gn!reader | BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!! /pos.

hinata is vaguely aware of the stares he’s getting as he jogs up and down the shoreline, eyes scanning the sand as if he could spot buried treasure below if he squinted and glared hard enough.

the sun warms his back and a breeze blows his hair across his forehead. it’s a good day to be out here, he thinks. the sand is warm under his feet and a wave rolls in to hit his ankles, pulling him to see what the sea could offer under its water. was there always this many rocks on the beach? if he weren’t on the lookout for ones the same shade as your eyes, would he have noticed how many reminded him of you?

“there’s no winner, sho. i just want to see what we can find.”

“hmm…alright! but watch, i’m still gonna find the best one.”

“shoyo, i—okay, alright.”

both of his pockets are slightly weighed down—as evenly as possible, so he could feel balanced and keep jogging well was his explanation of the physics to himself—and his fingers are wrapped around a couple more rocks themselves.

there’s only a few minutes left before you promised to meet up and show what you found, and he’s determined to pick out the best from his search. he kneels where he is and empties his pockets, laying the rocks across the sand in rows for the best view.

his face is disproportionately serious for his goal. his brows are furrowed and his lips are pursed, his left index finger and thumb rubbing his chin as he picks up each one and squints to examine them.

too dark. too light. the specks aren’t right. how did that one even get in his pocket? too jagged or an odd shape—would you be offended if he showed you this? it’s about the colour, but what if you found the rock itself ugly? these were all important things to consider.

your voice rings clear in the air, and shoyo turns to see you awkwardly jogging your way toward him, feet trying to find place in the sand. the rocks you’ve picked are hidden from view as you clutch them close to your chest, and excitement blooms in his chest to see what you’ve found. “y’find anything good?” he yells.

by the time he’s picked out his top rocks, time is up.

“shoyo!”

“better than what you got, yeah!”

he grins at your taunt and moves to meet you halfway. “oh yeah? prepare to—no!”

“shoyo?”

“don’t look! close your eyes!” he yells, panicked, after dropping a rock onto the ground then dropping another in shock.

“while i’m running?”

“run backwards!”

“that is not safer!”

he scrambles to hide the rocks once again and whines your name as you laugh at him, slowed down by the need to take breaths in between.

and even as he pouts at how you’re still laughing by the time you reach each other, shoyo thinks while he’s sure his rocks can’t be beaten, he’ll be a winner either way at the end of the day as long as it ends with you.

#luvring.txt #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo #silly guy...so sillayyy.... so perf #x reader

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i-am-church-the-cat · 4 months

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I saw you reblogged something and tagged it lolex.. Can I prompt some fluff for the two of them?

Anon you are god's strongest soldier for having to wait so long for this. My first idea was trash so I scrapped it, then I had a breakdown, but then sargebon/lolex started exploding in my mind and I have The Thoughts. So here you go some fluff for you

Logan wasn't used to kissing someone taller than him. It gave him a fluttery feeling in his chest when he had to lean up to initiate a kiss. A hot-good flush of embarrassment when Alex teased him and made him get up on his toes to chase his lips.

They're packing up to leave the pub now that the shoot is done. Logan is getting a drink and toasting Bartender George when two fingers tuck into the collar of his Dolphins Christmas sweater. He squeaks as he's pulled up and into the chest of his teammate (and boyfriend officially of two weeks ago). His hand not holding a glass presses tight against the front of Alex's chest, squeezing around a cat head.

"What are you smiling about?" Alex asks, a grin of his own on his face as he outlined Logan's lips with the tip of his tongue. Giggles escape Logan as that bubbly feeling boils over.

"Nothing," Logan says between kisses. "Can't I- Mm, can't I smile when my boyfriend's kissing me?"

Alex hums before finally putting a few inches of distance between their faces. Logan rocks on the edges of his feet, too happy to stay still but not moving out of the boundary of Alex's arms.

"You totally missed the mistletoe, mate," Alex says, nodding up towards the bar overhang above them. Sure enough, there's a small sprig tied above their heads. "I think they were hoping to catch one of us and make us kiss the George cutout."

"Hey, he's your mate." Logan starts to back up, hands held in the air in the universal sign of 'leave me out of this'. Alex shoots love taps on his newly exposed sides and makes Logan curl into himself in self-defense. The blonde can't help but continue to laugh as Alex uses some dirty tricks to get him to uncurl.

"Boys!"

They both look up at the director, Mary Anne, from their bent over positions, Alex nearly on top of Logan. She's giving them a fondly exasperated look and throws her head towards the door.

"You're done for the day and at this rate, you're just gonna be in the way of packing up. Hit the road."

They both straighten and Logan goes to thank her and say his good byes when Alex is grabbing his wrist and tugging him insistently towards the front entrance of the pub.

"Thanks Mary Anne, thanks team, let's try to see each other as little as possible for the rest of the year, yeah?"

Logan laughs at Alex's disproportionate hatred of marketing assignments and lets himself be pulled out of the old pub, shooting a wave and quick shout of 'bye, thank you!' to the rest of the team. When Logan turns back, Alex is already looking at him with mirth and something else in his eyes.

"Hurry up, Loges," Alex complains cheerfully. "Gotta get through the cold as quickly as possible so you can warn me back up again."

Alex winks - badly - and all Logan can do is laugh and follow along.

#can you tell i am insane about giggly logan and lovingly mean alex?#logan is down so bad for this man #again- apologies anon i really hope this makes up for it #sargebon #lolex #(i actually prefer lolex more so im going to keep using it)#logan sargeant #alex albon #f1 rpf #my writing #drabble #williams christmas video #ask #anon ask

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autism-alley · 3 months

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Honestly another thing that annoys me about Gabe's death in the show is that the downplayed nature of the abuse makes his fate, for lack of a better word, inappropriate. Gabe being an explicitly physically and emotionally abusive bastard was what warranted him dying in the book. Yes, he is still financially abusive in the show, but he's more of a pathetic slob than a monster. Contemptable, sure, but hardly worth killing. At best, his death is a tasteless gag. At worst, it's disproportionate retribution.

fr like. after the first episode i was like well what the hell are they gonna do at the end of the series? from episode one it was always gonna be either don’t kill off the loser and commit to erasing a woman and her child’s story of surviving abuse, or do kill off the loser and have it be a completely unjustified killing (not only bc of the reduced abuse but bc they outright state sally divorced him!! book sally had no other alternative divorce financially was Not on the table!!). he might have been killed by his own hand in-universe, but the writers made that call, purposefully, to condemn his actions so severely they warrant death. i’ve seen people who don’t even believe his death was warranted in the books just out of the principle all killing is wrong—my opinion is firstly it’s fiction but secondly it sends a pretty clear fucking message that you don’t get to be an abusive fuck and walk away scott-free. self-defense and justice have a right to serve consequences, and sometimes those consequences are your wife with righteous blood lust and a desperate need for education funds

#not to mention like!! the way gabe is abusive in the show is being purposefully incompetent #which is an abuse tactic yes #book gabe does it too #however. book gabe has a job. he makes more than sally. and yet he spends most of his time playing poker #and ordering her to do his bidding #he has all this money over their heads and that is a Big Difference between book and show babe #*gabe. i don’t feel like giving this man the respect he deserves in fixing the autocorrect #second Not To Mention is like. sally did. it just kill gabe for herself. yes of course she did it for her but also for percy #*not #her son is twelve years old. what kind of mother would she be in her own eyes if she allowed her twelve year old son to kill a man #she kept him close to her bc she by her own admission selfishly wanted to keep him close #she has this clear need to protect his innocence where she can. she’s not abt to let her kid kill a human being #she’s being the adult here and doing it herself #sally’s drive in TLT has ALWAYS been to protect her son #it’s why she dated married and stayed with gabe and ultimately part of why she herself killed him #pjo show crit #percy jackson #sally jackson #gabe ugliano #anon ask #asks #ris raves

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talshiargirlfriend · 19 days

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Oops, my hands slipped and I wrote a follow up to this one. (Still falls into missing scene territory is you like.)

Trip grumbled at Phlox on his way out of Sickbay more out of habit than any real reluctance to submit to treatment. He knew it was necessary; he just didn’t have time to think about that right now. At least three people spoke to him in the corridor as he approached his quarters, but he couldn’t have told you who they were or what he said in response.

As soon as he heard the reassuring click of his door closing behind him, Trip stripped off the hateful mining uniform and dropped it on the floor. He’d have preferred to set it on fire. Or cram it down Paxton’s throat. Or better yet, first one and then the other. Shaking those thoughts from his mind he picked up his pace. He had a sick baby to get back to.

He showered quickly. Pain shot through his left arm when he reached up to scrub his hair, so one-handed it was. Just as well he hadn’t tried to pick the baby up earlier. The baby. His baby. He couldn’t quite get his head around that. A whole little person made up of pieces of him and T’Pol. She was adorable, with her pointy little ears and bright blue eyes, and a pretty damn good impression of her mother’s Vulcan glare already. She was perfect. Seriously, what kind of insane maniac would-- he slapped the tiled wall of the shower and breathed in slowly through his nose. Nope, not thinking about that. She was here now, and they were going to take care of her.

Trip knew he wasn’t going back on duty anytime soon, but he dressed in uniform anyway. It was familiar. He had no idea how to be someone’s dad, but he knew how to be Commander Tucker. He was good at it. It sure seemed a whole lot safer to approach this crisis and whatever was coming next as Commanders Tucker and T’Pol, Starfleet’s Finest (and One Hell of a Team™) rather than Trip and T’Pol, Certified Hot Mess of a Couple. He snorted at that thought as he fastened his boots.

He was halfway to the Mess Hall to grab a drink when he realized that facing the crowd there sounded like a special kind of hell and made a beeline for T’Pol’s quarters instead. Sure, he could ask someone to bring a tray down to Sickbay, but it felt disproportionately important that he handle it himself. He didn’t need Phlox’s five psychology degrees to understand that.

Maybe coffee was a bust, but at least T’Pol had plenty of tea in her stash. The last time he’d woken up with her, Trip had joked that she was going to have to start keeping coffee as well - had that really only been a week ago? It felt much longer. Time flies when a madman creates a baby from your stolen DNA (and that of your off again-on again alien lover), and you have to thwart his evil plans.

Trip took a moment to let the familiar scent of the meditation candles wash over him. He’d promised her a change of clothes… Purple. She looked commanding in purple. Regal. T’Pol would of course use whatever toiletries were available in the decon shower without complaint, as logic demanded, but she hated that stuff. He added her shampoo to the bag.

Right. Tea. He set out a pair of small mugs and looked through the assortment of containers on the shelf.

Chamomile for the lady. And for himself… Mint? No. He stared blankly at the options hoping for inspiration. Maybe she had some of that spiced Andorian blend left. He picked up an unfamiliar jar and lifted the lid.

The heavenly aroma hit him instantly.

Coffee.

The kind with a hint of nutmeg that he really liked. He didn’t even remember telling her that.

Trip felt the sting of tears in his eyes and the back of his throat and swallowed against the sudden swell of emotion. She could be so sweet when she wasn’t driving him crazy. He knew she was just as terrified as he was, but she really was gonna be a great mom.

Had he told her that before he left? Everything was a blur. He pictured T’Pol, with her big worried eyes, holding that chubby baby and rocking her gently, and he felt something squeeze in his chest.

Maybe he’d tell her some other things while he was at it.

And as for the other “her”… Well, what do you even call a half-Vulcan baby anyway? He considered as he slid the bag over his good arm and picked up the two steaming mugs. Other than sweetheart, he supposed. Or darlin’. Or daddy’s little girl. He grinned. Yeah, that’d do for now.

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