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blackfliesinbluesugar · 3 months

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I really don't understand why the show is paced like this, I just don't? Even if they were told at production they would ONLY have 8 episodes, low chance of a s2, that this was all they'd get - I dunno, how is sucking all of the fun and investment out of your plot the best solution outside of, like, writing what you reasonably can and then maybe trying for a comic book or something? Again, I know that's shit feeling, I know it'd suck, I know it'd hurt. But again, even if this is the only medium you WANT to tell your story in, how is telling it BADLY the answer? It's crashing 50k words of fic into a list of bulletpoints.

I don't care about any of these characters. Not because I'm some spurned anti or someone who went in ready to hate - I've fandomed this show since June 2019. I've been obsessed with these characters and world. I have written nearly half a million words of fanfiction for these guys, including all of the background characters they keep giving love like Molly and Mimzy and Rosie. But that's all fanon, and I know how to seperate that in my brain. Which means I love the idea of these characters - I'm thrilled to see even the little cameos, It feels like fanservice in a way that makes me buzz with energy - but I don't love the characters. In canon, I don't care about Alastor, or Husk, or Charlie. I actively feel disinterest in ones like Camille and Vaggie and Adam. They have no depth, only gesturing at interesting ideas and trauma. Angel, I'm STARTING to care about, but they only gave him a real personality AFTER dropping all of his trauma on us. So great. It's discord group chats all over again.

Just.. why. Is doing 3 seasons worth in 1 season really worth it? Is it, frankly, better than nothing at all? I cared more about these guys when I had the privelege of assuming they'd have deep developed arcs and connections, that the hotel denizens would get a chance to bond and interact and flesh themselves out. Now they're pretty png's standing vaguely near each other, occasionally breaking into song or crying about their past. Big whoop.

I wish s1 had developed the hotel solely - no Velvette, no Camille, no Zestial, no Mimzy, no Sera or Emily or Lucifer or Lilith, and then saved that stuff for s2 when we CARE about our protagonists and can afford to care about other characters, instead of all of them being 'cool, I guess'

I'm sad. I'm really sad. I waited over 4 years for a slideshow.

#hazbin hotel #not hate #not salt #charlie morninstar #alastor #vaggie #angel dust #husk #niffty #sir pentious #cherri bomb #huskerdust #charlastor

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sexydreamgirl · 1 year

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I manifested my dream life! I’m literally so happy ୨୧

BEFORE - I was constantly wavering and doubting myself and my power, in a cycle of persisting for like 5 seconds, reacting to the 3D and overconsuming information (and feeling a little drained). Obviously I was sick and tired of that so I decided to stop overconsuming and ACTUALLY apply the law.

HOW I DID IT - I simplified the law for myself, made my own rules, anything to make it fun, easy and effortless for me! My rules were:

- choose a desire, decide that it’s mine, persist and live in the 4D.

- nothing can ruin my manifestations. IT IS DONE.

I knew my subconcious would do anything to get me what I want and that I was doing everything right so my desires were inevitable.

PRO TIP: Read @cinefairy advice on not ignoring the 3D but knowing it will change especially when dealing with hard circumstances.

(Tbh I didn’t like the idea of having to ‘saturate’ my mind or impress my subconcious by repeating affirmations - the law is meant to be effortless.)

AFTER - My manifestations actually showed up pretty quickly! And I’m actually living the dream:

Pefect appearance from head to toe, pretty privelege, happy and healthy family, rich parents, living friends and boyfriend, perfect penthouse, ideal clothes, always smelling really good and clean, fluency in multiple languages, perfect grades, having multiple talents and hobbies, perfect physical and mental health and A LOT more.

I would only ever affirm to remind my self that it is done and you know just lived my life. If I can do it so can you!

Thank you to @sexydreamgirl @cinefairy @blushydior @sutheworld and many more!

Now please ask yourselves this - how many times are you going to ‘put your foot down’ or ‘restart’ and go through this horrible cycle, are you not tired?

Also can I be 💐 anon?

Wowwww this is absolutely wonderful congratulations, sweetheart! I'm beyond happy for you!

"how many times are you going to ‘put your foot down’ or ‘restart’ and go through this horrible cycle, are you not tired?" listen to them!

#💐#welcome!#success story

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sojuzz · 18 days

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SCYTHE ROMANTIC SCUTHE SCYTHE I AM SCYTHEKISER928 SCYTHE SCYTHE PLEASE (i am so sorry if your requests are closed.) SCYTHE I LOVE SCYTHE RIFLE I LOVE RIFLE I LOVE RUFFLE I ♥️ SWIPE AND RUFFLE MY WIFE IS SCYTHE RUFFLE AND SWIPE

Totally forgot to answer...woopsie daisies

CREDITS TO: FISHYBOX_ :33

♡ SCYTHE X READER

SMALL WARNING: BIT SUGGESTIVE

-scary ass dog priveleges no. 2

-begs you to bail her out of jail or calls you to ask broker to bail her out

-i think this would be realistic but she wouldn't want you in her 'business' or get you involved in it, would be pissed if banhammer uses you as blackmail to her.

-you her and broker would totally be a family, except both of them are extreme psychopaths 😁😁🙏

-every weekend or two both of you would tango or dance to any music you'd like

-petnames would be: "darlin'", "babe", "baby" "sugar", "gorgeous"

-would hold your waist firmly but not uncomfortably.

-often would show off her high-tech gear like she's trying to impress you.

-she would often buy you wine or alcohol and go "look sugar! Guess who robbed the bar!, ain't done a bad job i'd say."

-if ur tall...would totally grab you by the collar gently and pull you down for a goodbye kiss.

-i bet scythe has such a honey dripping ass cowboy/texan accent LOOK AT HER such a cowboy

-"Evenin' darlin'." the voice behind you whispers right next to your ear as if it was like a melody cooing at you.

-GIGGLING RN

-medkit wouldn't be as pleased knowing you are dating a dangerous criminal, but if it pleases her so much she doesn't bother him that much he wouldn't complain.

-constant red/teal roses that lead anywhere or the bedroom.

-would be the type of person to have atleast one photo of the two of you in her wallet

-RICH RICH. would spoil you constantly

-confident in your relationship that she would show you off to only medkit and broker.

-i think i constantly say this but scythe would make out with you, like the one where it's full on wild horny(?)

-gotten engaged yet? The ring would be tourmaline with small sapphires with a rosegold lining or silver lining

"Y'know well, did i ever tell ya that yer extremely gorgeous tonight darlin'?"

"yes dear, multiple times during today.."

A/N: wrote this on 2am so errrmm

#★⤹sojuzz's works #phighting x reader #phighting!#phighting scythe #phighting #scythe phighting #Superkoolawsometext

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astrozuya · 2 years

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☆ txt giving you boyfriend priveleges.

#pairings: txt ot5 x gn!reader

#content: fluffy hcs/scenarios. no pronouns are used for reader.

#notes: my first ot5 work for txt !! these are kinda messy and i wrote them in the 10 min interval between my math classes but i hope they're ok :p

연준. YEONJUN

you can tease him and get away with it.

none of his usual annoyance is present when you tease him about something at lunch.

the other members stop chewing and watch yeonjun with wide eyes, waiting for the scolding that usually follows the exasperated look he currently has on his face, but it doesn't come.

instead he just huffs, saying "be quiet and eat, you troublemaker" with a loving look on his face, before feeding you some tteokbokki.

(cue beomgyu and the others' enraged protests about how it's unfair that he only scolds them and not you, which both jjunie and you ignore.)

수빈. SOOBIN

he relaxes with you.

soobin often goes to sleep after you. tonight though, he's tired, and desperately in need of some sleep, but he's too stressed about their comeback to be able to rest.

he insists he needs to work, but you manage to cajole him into resting, and soobin finally gives in, and relaxes into your arms.

he sighs in content, pressing a kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep as you gently play with his hair.

범규. BEOMGYU

he's quiet and gentle with you.

gyu was really excited to spend the day with you, bursting with energy before you came over to watch a movie with him.

the members expected him to be constantly loud throughout the movie, but instead he was just sprawled across the sofa with his head in your lap, quietly playing with your fingers, while his eyes were fixed on the screen.

ever since that day, whenever he gets too loud, yeonjun calls you over to calm him down, officially naming you 'anti-beomgyu measures'

태현. TAEHYUN

he lets you baby him.

although he generally doesn't like if it someone babies him, he'll let you- after you show him a pleading face that he just can't say no to.

so he sighs and lets you cuddle him, poking his cheek and giving him headpats while he looks at you with a resigned expression.

휴닝카이. HYUKA

you can wear his clothes.

lately, a lot of huening kai's hoodies have been going missing, but he brushes it off, assuming they're around somewhere.

then he sees you on your phone, dressed in one of his favorite pale yellow hoodies. he's about to pout and ask for it back but then he registers just how cute you look in his clothes.

something about seeing you walking around dressed in his hoodie makes kai feel all warm and giggly. he can't even get upset that you stole it from him. in fact, from that point onwards, you'll have to physically stop him from giving you his clothes and asking you to try them on.

#txt x male reader #yeonjun x male reader #soobin x male reader #huening kai x male reader #taehyun x male reader #beomgyu x male reader #txt x gn reader #txt x gn!reader #gn!reader #male!reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x gn reader #txt headcanons #txt fluff #txt scenarios #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x tomorrow

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zvezdacito · 5 months

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Just saw a post where in response to being asked to mention the destruction and atrocities Israel is doing to Gaza Palestine rn, OP responded with "I've been avoiding it because scrolling and seeing dead kids and sadness is bad for my mental health as a depressed person and there's nothing I can do about it either way"

You dont even need to share live footage of graphic injury if it's understandably triggering but that is not something you even need to share in order to spread awareness to your large following about Palestine, nor what was being asked from you to begin with you just brought it up on ur own😭 Beyond the live footage there are text only information posts you can share. Israel's occupation of Palestine goes beyond the October 7th siege so the info you could share doesn't need to be about dead kids it could just be Palestinian literature or history for context. Even Jewish history actually. Even just a show of solidarity literally even the greatest thing u could do online would not be that hard or complicated😭

Especially when all the mainstream news outlets are spreading biased narratives and people getting derailed from the point because of the Hamas coverage and stuff, other figures that people listen to and believe in taking a firm stance with Palestine is helpful. I think justifying not even wanting to try in your own little way to begin with through this "there's nothing I can do" or "other ppl are better for this than me" is extremely disingenuous. (Besides the fact that Palestinians in Gaza that the best thing anyone can do is share about them on social media exactly for these reasons so this literally is what you can do even as just one person)

I'm not gonna make conclusions on what the moral character of OP is over one statement that may have just been poor wording. And forcing someone to share when they really don't want to is counterproductive. But idk how you can bring up the fact that there is live footage of bloody children having to bury their parents and siblings as the sole survivors of their families, and not realize how priveleged you are for your greatest exposure to that only being behind a screen, and your greatest concern from it only being your mental health💀 Especially if you're a white american

#dont rb just wanted to get it off my chest lol💀#literally its natural to find genocide distressing because it is but at the same time you can easily search up a post on Palestinian-#-literature and whatnot and not be exposed to graphic footage.#The most prominent posts ive seen do not involve graphic imagery or footage so i literally do not get what the logic of avoiding talking ab #Palestine at all is here lmao #oomf who rbed that onto my timeline if you see this you know who you are. not mad or condemning you its probably not even my place but the-#-point being made was very stupid ans pretentious sorry

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mamaangiwine · 9 months

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Hey about your post on the Barbie movie. Totally open to you still disagreeing and hearing why but as someone who saw the movie I just wanted to give perspective.

Obviously the consequences in Barbieland are just cute and funny but ultimately bad but I'm having a hard time seeing how comparing smallpox blankets (a tool of imperialism used to kill people) to infecting a place with patriarchy (another system of oppression that also kills people in real life) is a harmful metaphor.

I agree in a lot of ways the movie completely fails to actually address things like race and class to solely focus on sexism and it has been heavily criticized for being libfem. However, is it not analogous to compare two systems of oppression that obviously work differently but are both very bad?

I appreciate you reading my ask and hearing me out. I look forward to understanding your perspective better.

Thank you for being respectful.

So firstly, as you said the movie has been widely criticized for not touching on racism or classism- which is honestly something I expected. It's The Barbie Movie, after all. I wasn't expecting a particularly in depth exploration of that kind of intersectional feminism. No... Barbie's "intersectionality" lies in its optics. There is a trans Barbie, disabled Barbie, and various woc Barbies. Which begs the question- in a movie that wishes to show case its inclusivity and celebrate that inclusivity via the diversity of it's Barbies...in a movie that wishes to suggest "intersectionality" through the diversity of its Barbies...who then is missing in this film?

There were no Native Barbies.

Honestly, that's not unusual for me as a Native. I didn't expect to see Native Barbie. I don't expect to see Natives in much of anything that doesn't take place in "the old west" or some kind of historical drama (that is, if it isn't being written and/or made by Ndns). Up until recently, people didn't even question why we hardly got to play indigenous roles in films (Johnny Depp as Tonto comes to mind).

Which is why it's so sad that the only representation we get in a film that is trying to tout its "inclusivity" is a throw-away line that references our suffering and the genocide we endured...and are still feeling the effects of to this day.

Tragedy is not one for one. Oppression is not one for one either. I don't agree that small pox was a "tool" of imperialism. Small pox, once colonizers realized they could weaponize it, was a failed "means to an end". It was just genocide. Plain and simple. Also, "patriarchy" is a broad concept that affects multiple people differently (going back to intersectionality) whereas Native genocide only affects Natives. Including the imposition of western, white patriarchy on both Native women and men. If one is going to make comparisons, they need to be prepared to take responsibility for ALL of what that comparison implies.

Let's not forget though, this wasn't just a "comparison". This was a part of a joke. Granted the joke didn't center around smallpox, but it was still placed within an exchange of dialog in which, yes, they are discussing patriarchy, but still funny-silly-goofy things are happening. For one thing, even if you could make the argument that there is an analogy to be made, there is a time and place for things- and it certainly isn't in a comedy centering around two white actors.

There isnt an analogy to be made though. The truth is, this "joke" is apart of a long problematic history of white women (like Greta Gerwig) using the history of minorities as a means to compare their own oppression to atrocities that they were also historically complicit in. White men were not the only one who stood to gain from Native Genocide. It's also a way for white feminists to wiggle their way out of discussions of their own privelege and take accountability for a system that they benefit from.

I would like to posit a question here, if I may... Would you have felt comfortable with a reference about the Holocaust in the Barbie movie? Would you have felt comfortable with a reference about Jim Crow in the Barbie movie? Particularly refenced via a line that had no bearing to the plot or any real attatchment to a character's world view or identity? That could have gone unmissed from the final product as a whole? If the thought made you pause or cringe, that's understandable. That's how it should be.

Personally, I feel Greta Gerwig felt she could make this comparison because Natives are not always treated as a living group of people suffering under colonialism, racism, and patriarchy- it's for the same reasons we are only seen in movies set in the "old west"- we are often thought of as something from the past. As though we are already gone. This makes it so Ndns have to work especially hard for our voices to be heard sometimes, because the genocide we experienced wasn't just about exterminating us but convincing people we had already been exterminated.

For all these reasons, Native voices should be elevated, Native actors should be hired, and Native History should be respected.

#ndn #native americans #barbie

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emotionsandphenomena · 1 year

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Gideon and Harrow were curled on the couch, tangled in their customary fashion -- Harrow nestled under Gideon's arm, her legs pressed between Gideon's thighs, both warm and comfortable and scrolling on their phones, when Harrow asked the question.

"Would you still love me," she said, and Gideon immediately raised her head, concerned, "if I was a worm?"

Gideon blinked. "What."

"Isaac showed me a video earlier today in class. I thought it an interesting thought exercise."

"Okay. Hold on. You're letting that squirt show you weird videos? That's a privelege I was not aware he was afforded," Gideon said, still attempting to get her brain online for this.

"It's just a question, Griddle," Harrow grumped, twisting away in a posture of annoyance.

"No, no, I've got an answer. Just catching up. Yes, I would still love you if you were a worm. I'd make sure all your little worm needs were provided for, that you had one grain of rice a day and a little blanket and worm-sized meds."

"I believe worms eat dirt."

"And I would give you a little kiss every morning and evening. Maybe an air kiss," Gideon continued, as if she hadn't heard her. "But would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Gideon."

"Um, I'm fucking sorry? It's ridiculous to expect an answer to this nonsense question?"

"No, it's ridiculous to think that I wouldn't love you if you were a worm. I study the skeleton, Gideon. Decomposition is at the heart of what I do. I might even love you more if you were a worm." All of this she delivered in a flat, disaffected tone, as if it would be obvious.

Now Gideon was really speechless. She contorted within their cuddle to be able to plant a fat kiss on Harrow's head.

"You're not much bigger than a worm, anyway," she mused. "Not hard to imagine." At this, Harrow grunted indignantly, an adorable sound that was not unlike a baby animal being trod underfoot. "You just said you'd love me more if I was a worm, you little shit."

"Well, if you were a worm I'd always be able to tell which one was you. Because of your worm hair."

"Worms don't have hair, babe."

"Yours would."

"I'd be a hot worm, I bet." Harrow groaned at this, and twisted to press her face into the couch, no doubt attempting to suffocate herself.

insp.

ao3

#babys first drabble thumbs up emoji #tlt fic #griddlehark

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autismmydearwatson · 1 year

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The worst kinds of non-religious people are the ones who degrade Christianity for having the exact same traits MANY religions share. It's disgusting, close-minded, privileged, and complete erasure.

"The Bible is fiction" by that logic so is the Tanakh. The Torah, the story of Moses freeing his people from slavery using the wonders of G-d. The Neviyim.

That "sky daddy" you mock is the same God worshipped by Jewish ppl, Zoroastrians, and Muslims, as well as Christians.

MANY religions have sacred texts. Hinduism, the OLDEST SURVIVING RELIGION (recorded), worships multiple gods that form the many faces of greater more powerful Gods. Is that primitive? Does it shock you?

Indigenous religions know many spirits that they believe make up the forces of humanity and nature. The Navajo Holy Ones. The Australian aboriginal Dreaming.

These are their LIVES. Muslims are killed for their beliefs, while some misuse them for tyranny.

The Christians beat the culture out of the Native Americans, and now they're treated like antique humans. Ancient Central American religions paid their gods in the blood of PoWs, and now they're all dead.

Ever since Constantine hallucinated that magic cross in the sky and made Christianity mainstream, the holiness has been dying out. Crosses, SACRED SYMBOLS, are bought and worn by Goths, and Rroma culture is appropriated for the "aesthetic". They mashed Yule (a sacred pagan day to celebrate Midwinter) and Christmas (celebrating the day a refugee family bore the Son of God in a barn) into a capitalism holiday. The Bible and the hijab is twisted toward hateful causes, and now the hijab is the symbol of oppression when it was meant to show respect.

Christians in the age of Rome were hunted, chained up for gladiatorial sport, and blamed for terrorism. Now they have fallen, and have done the SAME THING TO OTHER CULTURES. it was the belief of the poor and oppressed, now its been stolen by hatred and entitlement. Homophobia, xenophobia, racism, hypocrisy, the Rich. Christianity isn't white, european, nice, clean, priveleged, pearl-clutching colonialism. It's about kindness, sympathizing with the oppressed, valuing mothers, raising your voice against injustice, and driving out the rich from holy spaces.

Muslims aren't terrorists. Jews aren't greedy. Buddhists aren't weak. Native Americans aren't primitive. While Christians are often fools, God isnt.

All religion means something. Memory, justice, spirituality. These are people's LIVES.

you hate religion? All religions? All of them are fiction? Maybe to you. But not everyone thinks we're meant to be alone in our lives.

THAT is humanity. Believing whatever takes so that we don't have to be alone. It doesn't matter if a people is the majority. They are people, culture. I don't give jack shit what you say about the assholes in my religion, but mocking the most basic framework of human spirituality is despicable and needlessly spiteful. You are shallow and have a narrow, spiteful view of humanity.

Treat religion with respect, or you'll risk repeating history.

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asterkiss · 7 months

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Prompt: “i thought you went to bed an hour ago”

Maybe some fluff? 🙇‍♀️

This took on a life of its own and I'm gonna have to do a second addition to actually get to the fluff. (>___>) Random AU in the future where Bill has somehow become Mabel's dysfunctional demon room mate who she keeps in check. Why? How? No idea!

-SWEET DREAMS

Mabel was sat in the kitchen, hunched over the table with tongue poking out in avid concentration. She just had to add two hundred more rhinestones to this shirt and it would be finished!

Easy.

She was so raptured in her crafts, she didn't even notice the figure entering through the door until they spoke.

'What the heck is that?'

The brunette paused, raising her head to find Bill staring down at the shirt with a look of distaste. Undeterred by his response, she replied:

'My shirt for Dipper's party tomorrow! Wanna help?'

'Pass.'

Yeah, she doubted he would. 'Okay, well if you're not gonna help then why are you even here? I thought you went to bed an hour ago.' She hadn't seen him around the flat since he left to go watch some weird television show.

Bill snorted as he slid into the seat opposite her. 'I don't sleep, I'm a dream demon. I invade the minds of others whilst they're asleep, that's it.'

Mabel paused. 'You don't sleep? Ever?'

'Don't need to, demon privelege.'

Mabel had forgotten about her bedazzling and was now offering the blond her full attention. 'But sleeping's so fun, and dreaming's like the best part of it! Just last night I had a dream where Zac Efron was my chauffeur to school. That was so fun. Oh Zac, you scallywag.'

'Sleeping's stupid! You basically waste eight hours of your day laying unconscious and being completely vulnerable and easy pickings.' A shrug. 'Guess I shouldn't complain, makes it easy for me to manipulate you guys.'

Mabel's eyes narrowed. 'Hey.'

'I mean, it made it easy. Obviously past tense. Don't do that anymore. Scouts honour.'

She rolled her eyes at his less than believable response and the cheesy grin plastered on his face.

'But I stand by what I said, sleeping's dumb and boring.'

Mabel pursed her lips together. 'You wouldn't say that if you had someone to sleep with.'

Bill shot her a look and she quickly added:

'Not like that! I mean literally just sleeping next to someone in the same bed, you weirdo! Even just a pet!'

Bill blinked. 'What difference does that make?'

'Well, you get cuddles and can stay warm on cold nights. Plus, it feels nice and comforting and if you have a nightmare, you can just roll over and hug Waddles- or, uh, the other person.'

'Hm. Don't see the appeal.'

'Urgh, forget it.' It was like talking to a brick wall. He'd totally ruined her motivation for bedazzling as well.

She called it a night and went to sleep in her double bed surrounded by twenty stuffed animals.

It was three hours later in the middle of the night that she awoke to a hand on her shoulder.

She groggily opened her eyes to the sight of a pale face inches from her own. On instict she slammed her fist forward only to have it halted with impressive speed. There were very few who could stop an attack from her. Such as:

'Wait, Bill?'

'Sup.'

Her eyebrows furrowed and she sought out the clock in her room. 'Urgh, it's like 3am. Why are you in my room?'

'Let's sleep together.'

'...eh?'

He smirked. 'Not like that you sick pervert.'

'I'm not-!'

'I figured I'd give what you said a try, and since you're the only one around what d'ya say?'

'Uh...' An attractive guy was asking to share her bed. Granted, it was Bill Cipher though that only made the request even more bizarre.

He quirked an eyebrow. 'Cm'on, I don't bite.' A pause. 'Much.'

'Okay, fine!' She just wanted to go back to sleep. Although that prospect was seeming less and less likely the more her heart rate picked up.

She felt the covers shift as he shoved off her stuffed unicorns and slid in. 'Jesus Christ, how many stuffed animals do you have?'

'Never enough and- hey, don't touch me with your weird cold feet!'

'Aw cm'on share the warmth, Shooting Star. I'm freezing.'

'I thought you said you did't feel the cold!'

'I feel it, it just doesn't bother me.'

'Then keep the ice blocks at the end of your legs away from me, you dorito!' She already regretted this as she turned her back towards him and curled in on herself. 'Either that or get out and go back to your own room.'

'Okay, okay, I'll behave.' She felt him settle behind her, though she was still on high alert. But as the minutes ticked by and he remained quiet, she began to ease up, gradually unfurling her body.

But it was still impossible to sleep!

'Why did you change your mind?' she asked, cutting through the piercing silence.

'I change my mind a lot, I'm funny like that.'

She glanced back over shoulder, narrowing her eyes. 'If you try to pull something, I'll punch you in the eye.'

'Jeez louise, relax.'

'Then be honest and stop lying! Why did you really come in here?'

She could feel him scowling at her through the darkness. 'Tried the whole sleeping thing, and it was awful. Lotsa screaming and nuisances I'd rather forget about. Was a big pain in the ass.'

She blinked. So, he'd had a nightmare?

'So that's why I came here,' he said cheerfully. 'You said sleeping together helps you forget that weird stuff so here I am. And guess what, you were right. You make quite the good distraction when you keep wriggling around like a worm cut in two.'

'Wha- gross!' Did she wiggle that much? 'And you should try sleeping again, maybe you'll have a nice dream.'

'Shooting Star, it's cute and naive you think like that but I'm literally made of nightmares. I don't have any good dreams in me.'

'That's sad.'

'It's true!' A pause. 'I mean I guess there's-' He cut off abruptly and she arched an eyebrow at his sudden silence. She could make out his profile in the darkness but that was it. She rolled over so she was completely facing him.

'There's what?' she asked, prodding him to speak.

'....Nothin', forget it. Demons and good dreams don't mix. It would never work out.'

She frowned. 'You just need to learn how to have nice dreams, it's like learning anything new. If you want, you can watch me for practice. I can be like your fun teacher.'

'What?'

She poked him. 'I'm cordially inviting you to pop into my dreams tonight. I'll show you how exciting it can be.'

'What happened to you punching my lights out if I invaded your dreams?' He still had a bruise from last time.

'Tonight's a one-off. And you better behave! No turning ribbons into human inestines, that still makes me wanna hurl.'

'Oh yeah I forgot about that, heh.'

'So?'

He turned over so they were facing one another in the bed, and she became acutely aware of how close in proximity they were. It was fine. It was just platonic. Totally platonic. So what if she could feel his breath hitting her skin?

'Alright, deal,' he said, voice quiet and the way he said it made her heart tug slightly. Haha, weird. A warm hand covered her eyes and she swallowed thickly.

'Sweet dreams, Shooting Star.'

She fell asleep, and the real fun began.

TO BE CONTINUED

#drabble

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wutheringskies · 9 months

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I wish to tell people that we do not know what happened in the burial mounds. What we do know is that Wei Wuxian exacted "revenge" upon Wen Chao, Wen Zhuliu and Wang Lingjiao. People often use the way he killed them as showing he's morally dubious, which is true according to your modern, western, "no better than them" morality scale. In truth, he had most probably gone through similar stuff as the revenge he'd exacted upon the Wens; and done the work in three days, instead of three months.

In here, we do not judge cruelty upon the actions only but also the intention behind said action.

Xiao Xingchen says it'd have been okay if Xue Yang took an entire arm in revenge for his broken finger. Jin Guangyao had the pass of slaughtering an entire clan for his dead son (with the Jin sect leader privelege). Madam Lan killed someone because of previous grievances.

Wei Wuxian got his home burnt, core lost, tortured, humiliated and then thrown into literal hell which would prevent his soul from ever moving into the underworld - thus killing him, soul and body, permanently, in the cruelest, most painful of ways for doing nothing much.

People do not know that Wei Wuxian has been thrown into the Burial Mounds. He's well and alive!

We will never know what happened. Thus, you can't condemn his action.

You can go like "you can't say he's morally correct if he shoved a chair down a woman's throat," Well I can. Because this isn't our modern world built on modern shared values such as peace and feminism.

Revenge is an accepted part of their society. Debts are to be paid.

#mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #burial mounds #wei wuxian isn't a morally grey character

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kaizenkhaos · 9 months

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So I thought I'd write a little something based on @harringroveera post about Steve asking Robin about a certain thing XD

Due to the mature themes, I've kept the fic under the Read More. Nothing too heavy, just a bit of little smut where our pretty boy may like what he's getting through the post ;)

"Robin, is it gay to get a dick pick from your arch nemesis?"

Of all the things Robin thought would come out of Dingus' mouth today, this was not one of them. It was a Tuesday, school night, so it had been busier during the rush between school close and dinner time, but now it had calmed down. The occasional pensioner and couple gracing their presence but otherwise the store was pretty empty save them. Hence them taking their usual pondering spot whilst taking a break from sorting out new stock. The remainders of which was stacked neatly on the counter in alphabetical order. Something which Robin had done painstakingly to help them later whilst Steve had updated a bunch of membership records. Keith wouldn't have seen the beauty of it, seeing it as a waste of time, but Robin knew better. And every time Keith had thought it up, she'd shown him. Yet he still thought his way was better.

Not that that mattered when Dingus here had just dropped that bombshell on her lap.Time to pass it back.

"No, it's only gay if you get off on it."

She'd have not said that to anyone else but Steve who she knew would now take it in the spirit it was intended in. Months ago though? She'd have shot some snarky remark back at it, still mad at having to work with a priveleged guy who was only slinging ice cream because he was mad daddy had cut his allowance. Little knowing the real reason for his appearance at Scoops until later on.

"Okay, then I have something to tell you."

For the second time in a matter of minutes, Steve had said something which felt like bombshell volleyball was now undergoing and she wasn't wearing the correct outfit of it. Baffled, she turned to him. Where on earth was he going with this? Wait….was this what he meant by helping non babes alike? Had it been a code which she, Robin, master of code breaking, decoder of Russians, hadn't seen, let alone cracked? Steve knew about her after all. The bathroom hadn't ever been the choice of place she'd have envision for such an event. But the timing had not also been much in her favour and it had been both a gentle way to let Steve down and a platform for her to say what she'd been meaning to say to him all long. When they'd been talking about girls.When she'd finally realised she'd gotten him all wrong and he wasn't that guy anymore. He was a friend and she'd wanted to tell him this. She'd wanted to show him herself as much as he was showing her himself.

"What did you do now, Steve?" The question fell out of her mouth before she could stop it. Not sounding as gentle as she'd have wanted, given what the answer could be, but Steve was used to her directness. So as much as she felt a pang of guilt, the worry about how she'd come across wasn't there anymore. The look Steve gave her proved that she didn't have to worry about that. Oh no, she had something else to worry about.

She knew who Steve's arch nemesis was. They all did and she had a feeling that she was not going to like the next words that fell out of Steve's mouth.

And oh was she right about that one…

Two weeks ago

Receiving mail wasn't something that Steve got often these days. Gone with the days of love letters in his locker and the occasional badly written death threat which was usually either some usurper or Tommy H playing a prank. The second ones more being able drowning him in beer than girls then anything at all serious. The former being empty threats which were easily dealt with. Now, usually, the only things poking themselves through his door was bills for his parents, the occasional small package of craft stuff for his mom and the occasional letter for him. Reminders of car insurance and that sorta stuff making their presence known. Rarely had he received a hand written note or envelope, the handwriting both strangely familiar and not through the door. But that day had broken with tradition and baffled, Steve had stared at the envelopes for a few moments, opening the door to see if the deliverer was still about and then slowly closing it to the empty drive. Probably just the mail man anyway. What the hell was this?

He'd made his way up to his room, two steps at a time as he ripped open the envelope and padded into his room. Instead of pulling out a note, it was a polaroid and as soon as he pulled it out, he stopped in place. Just like his heart did before it started to hammer through his chest and he paced quickly over his head.

It had taken him a moment to notice what it actually was in the picture. The angle not making it 100% obvious at the start and the size making it mind boggling to boot.But once he got it, man had he got it and slumping down on his bed, back rigid as he sat 90 degrees upright, as if his whole body was standing to attention, as well as that now straining for attention inside his pants. The bulge as obvious as a full moon in a clear night sky as he turned the polaroid over. Stupidly hoping that the sender would have left some kind of mark. Nope. But apparently it was taken this morning. Which meant whoever had sent this indeed must have hand delivered it. Otherwise it wouldn't have gotten to him so fast. Must have been Tommy H then. Man, that kinda kill his boner. Kinda. But it soon grew again when his mind whisper something to him he wished it hadn't. Didn't Tommy H's have that little mark on the side? This one did and there was another dick he was familiar with in a way he really shouldn't be. And no, not because he'd had it himself, but because he'd sneaked so many glances at it back at school. When the motor mouth hadn't been running and he'd been cleaning himself rather than shooting off.

Hargrove…..

Would he do something like this? Maybe. The guy did like swinging his dick around after all. Probably had slept with half the town by now. He certainly, like Steve hadn't been in the past, short of suitors. And it had felt like every day, he'd seen the blond with someone new. Showing them off, making them laugh. Going over to his stupid muscle car and driving off into the sun set with them. Sister in the back who looked less and less impressed the higher the number got.

The dickhead had gotten right under his skin with all of this and worst of all, had gotten into his head too. And it was on his other head that he himself concentrated on now. Dropping his jeans and pulling himself out of his pants. Too desperate all of a sudden to even be bothered to get him off. The polaroid sat in his left hand whilst the right got to work. Steve leaning back and cursing his rival under heated breath as he rubbed circles on his tip. Staring feverishly at the massive shining cock which had slotted itself through his door. Fucking asshole. Yeah….yeah this would be something he'd do. Look at my big cock. Look at it and weep whilst you think of all the girls I've fucked with it. Ha ha Steve. Mine is bigger, mine is better. Fuck you Hargrove. You don't know that and besides. Even if you are bigger and wider and smoother looking and whatever, it's all about technique. A guy with half the size, hell even a quarter could still pleasure a girl immensely if he knew how to use it. Heh. Would that be hilarious? If Hargrove was all talk and no stick action? Didn't know how to use what he'd been blessed with.Foolish thing. Of course he did. He was probably as good with his balls as he was on the court. Fucker.

And this would not be the only time this would happen. Oh no. Every two god darn days. LIke clockwork. And somehow the darn guy got them delivered without him even freaking seeing. One time he thought he'd caught him but it turned out to just be the mailman. Having to deliver these dirty deeds and being absolutely none the wiser. Like he'd never know that Steve would perform the ritual of seeing the writing and getting hard before he even hit his bed, whacked himself off and left himself feeling all cross eyed. Revving himself up and finding himself even wanking off to some of the tracks he'd heard Hargrove blasting out his car like the Public Nuisance No 1 that he was. Metallica, the Scorpions, Ratt. Fuck this guy and his stupid hair and stupid car and stupid music. A thought that had occurred to him so damn often since he'd had the nerve to show up here and even more so since he'd been sending these pictures.It had been two weeks. And two days ago, he'd decided to do something about it.....

"Please tell me you didn't..."

"Well I...."

"Steve..."

She knew he had by the look that now dawned on his face. The way he bit his lip and looked to the side as she studied each and every bit of his face. The way his brows slightly furrowed, laced with a bead of sweat that was hastily becoming a line. The way his nose scrunched a little in the way the girls apparently found sexy and adorable. The way he chewed on his lip she'd seen so many girls staring at in that way she'd looked at girls' lips too. More hidden of course, not all of them made it as discrete as she did.

"I mean....he doesn't know for sure it's me. It's not like I'd just walk up to his door or anything."

It's not like he'd tried to deliver the package and Max had opened the door or anything. It's not like he'd walked away praying Max's curiosity didn't get the better of her and she didn't look into the reason he was sending her brother a "letter". His heart had been racing all the way home when he'd driven off. But he'd needn't have wondered. She didn't know; she'd come into the video store and all he'd gotten was a look of curiosity and suspicion from her, not a look of mortification or disgust.And just today, he'd received another photograph.

A polaroid which had shown the dick at full mast and those perfect hips he'd dreamt of riding one. And the first time ever a note had been written on the back.In the same hand his address had always been written neatly on with."Game on, pretty boy" the note said, ending with a wink which had sent Steve's blood pressure rocketing skyhigh and leading to one of the best orgasms he'd had in a long while.

Game on indeed..... This was only the beginning and who knew where it would end.....

#harringrove #harringroveera #Harringrove smut #kaizen's kreations #my contribution to the harringrove dick pic AU ;)

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gyubby99 · 8 months

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@disneyanddisneyships

Alastor comforting tired fem! Reader

You came home from work, tired as usual.

Deer boi is calmly reading a newspaper whilst drinking pure black coffee because it’s as dark as his soul (probably)

You barely noticed him due to extreme exhaustion.

he hums as you plop yourself on the couch beside him sighing deeply.

he grins softly at you, something only your eyes had the privelege of witnessing.

“Ah.. long day, my dear? I know the feeling.”

You could only nod as a response.

throughout your relationship he knew how tiring your work could be. So he tries his best to be as comforting.. even though it’s really not in his nature.

”Forgive me for not noticing you walking into the room, darling! I was quite preoccupied.” He says with a chuckle.

Alastor put his newspaper down, before scooting over close to you on the couch. He did grab his cup of coffee, though.

”Would you like to tell me about your day?”

you sighed, replying: “work was shit.”

he chuckles at your language, his radio microphone glitching a bit.

”I understand work is never easy. You think this is hard enough, try running an entire radio empire!” He jokes, a laugh track emitting from his microphone although it was pretty short-lived.

he clears his throat. “I do know how you feel. But darling no matter how hard this path you took can be, you must turn that frown upside down and show the world what you are capable of! You may rest for now, because tomorrow is another day you must face bravely with a smile, my dear! I believe that no matter how hard these times may be, you will overcome with the admirable courage of your heart!”

You found yourself smiling softly at that.

”If you feel like giving up, don’t! Because I will be here on the sidelines of your life to tell you how much pride I have to be called your significant other!”

he pulls you in close, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

His words were the fire in your ice, melting you completely as you feel a warm sensation on your chest.. something greatly overwhelming. “Thanks, deer boy..” you reply

he laughs in a way that you knew you would fall inlove with it. Mostly at your nickname for him that he thought to be silly. “Ofcourse, dear!”

You felt his deer tail wagging when you kisses him on the cheek. Somehow you preferred moments like these over anything else you could be doing with him. Just you both.. alone sitting on the couch as you tell him about how shitty work has been treating you, cracking a few jokes.

you could’ve never asked for more.

Alastor spoke up. “Now.. how about some coffee, darling?”

#You said you wanted to feel good

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witch-apologist · 9 months

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I have a theory on why the Diamonds are considered space nazis and Steven doing "pacifism" (which he didn't) is nazi apologia.

I think of George Orwell's quote "Pacifism is objectively pro-fascist. This is elementary common sense. If you hamper the war effort of one side, you automatically help out that of the other. Nor is there any real way of remaining outside such a war as the present one. In practice, 'he that is not with me is against me." alongside the timing of the show with many viewers grew up under Bush Jr. era with his infamous "either you're with us, or you're with the terrorists".

I found out that George Orwell is considered relatively famous within English-speaking community. And here's the insidious part: both Orwell and Bush are significantly more likely to do nazi apologia than a Jewish cartoon creator. Orwell literally said he can't get himself to hate Hitler, Bush's war on Iraq creates an openly hostile environment towards Muslim community.

So yeah, anyone said Steven Universe is nazi apologia is aligning with Bush Jr. and Orwell. And Madelaine Albright. And Dick Cheney. It's just my two cent of it, Idk I'm not from the West and I'd love to hear your side of this.

No you're totally right, and its funny how when aangs pacifism which is made to reflect a culture that white people commonly appropriate to a nauseating degree (bhuddism) and is written by white people is shown thats "wonderful" but when stevens "pacifism" which reflects jewish values is shown against a foe that is actually a lot less similar to nazis than the fire nation suddenly its "forgiving space nazis" and "nazi apologia"

There is a certain extent to which there are inappropriate times to promote complete and total pacifism as the only way, if you are neutral in a conflict over opression then you take the side of the opressors, however steven not only fights the diamonds physically, he uses his privelege AS a diamond to force political change because the magic powers of the diamonds are needed to heal the corrupted gems they corrupted and eventually leads to their "murder" victims literally being brought back because they can be put back together now!

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shreksstepfather · 11 months

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..there's a new scent wandering around near The Warren..

After who knows how long I sent that ask and you answered it, Shock has finally arrived! A nonbinary, fawn harlequin rabbit, they're a Jack of All Trades. Need something to be Gathered? You got it. Need some scary place Explored? Sure thing. In a fight or threatened and need someone big and scary to protect you? No worries, Giver Scary Dog and Big-Overprotective-Sibling Priveleges is here and has your back!

I tried to emulate your artsyle with this! I hope you like em :)))

They look INCREDIBLE!! I imagine that them and Gaia would be friends :))

The way you emulated my art style is SO good btw??? I think you nailed it! With your blessing, perhaps Shock could show up as a cameo some time later on...? 👀

#they are beautiful :D #not warrior cats #onion peels #not my art

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ravencromwell · 2 months

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Am back to watching the best! tutor-era show in existence: one Wolf Hall, adapted by the incomparable Peter Straughan because Thomas Cromwell, fundamental gutter-rat who'll fight dirtier than half the bastards in London even know is possible while having a veneer of polished civility is giving me the fiercest Ros Vortalis vibe my GOD. So, I thought I'd share the best fucking exchange from the show which is just Mark Rylance's Cromwell going absolutely fucking feral over dinner with the tiniest provocation over his surrogate dad Cardinal Wolsey. I can't find the YouTube clip, which is an absolute travesty because the dialogue alone will never do Mark's performance justice and any of you who haven't devoured this series find it by any means necessary and then come scream about it with me. But for now, let me show you the ambassadorial dinner no one fucking expected disgraced Tom Cromwell to have the balls to show up at:

[Tom, cool as a cucumber while everyone else freezes in horror since they have absolutely! been gossiping about him]: "Did you want to talk about me, Master More? You can speak while I'm here, I have a thick skin." [Thomas More's inner monologue: oh, fuck the crazy bastard who's been a hired mercenary! of all things! for our enemies the French! showed up oh he's _looking at me oh dear let me wipe the sweat from my brow with this napkin and give the master-class on everything you don't do to lie convincingly]: "No-one was talking of you." [Cromwell: inwardly rolling up sleeves. Oh, this will be fun!]: "Of the Cardinal, then?" [poor. poor host: I will salvage my dinner if it's the last thing I do. I simply must summon my power of manic cheer!] Thomas, this is Monsieur Chapuys, the Emperor's new ambassador here in London. Monsieur Chapuys, my friend, Thomas Cromwell. [poor new ambassador who doesn't understand what's about to happen to his polite society debut]: Enchanted. [after which he makes his evening's first and last mistake, leaning over to Thomas More to chat in Italian: "I have heard of this one. No one knows where he comes from. Like the wandering Jew." [poor bastard's new and dumb and fails to understand Cromwell isn't happy since Wolsey fell unless he eviscerates six people before bed] [Tom inwardly: oh, this is how we're gonna play it?] "I hardly know where I come from, myself. If you want to speak half-secretly, try Greek, Monsieur Chapuys." [host, staring between a gawp-mouthed new ambassador, sulking Thomas More and smug as a pig in shit Tom Cromwell: manic cheer aid me now! Upon which he says to More:] "My friend, you are looking at your herring as if you hate it." [Thomas More, making five-year-olds look like Zen masters of self-control by comparison]: "There's nothing wrong with the herring." [poor host, finally defeated]: "Ah." [More, who cannot let himself keep getting slapped around he's a man of importance I tell you!]: "But of Cardinal Wolsey, I'll say only this -he has brought his fall on himself. He's drawn all to himself - land, money and titles. He's always had a greed for ruling over other men. I think it's a little late to read the Cardinal a lesson in humility. His real friends have read it long ago and been ignored." [Cromwell inwardly: this stopped being fun and became the biggest crock of shit I've ever been priveleged to witness. Fuck civility.] "And you count yourself a real friend, do you? I'll tell him - and by the blood of Christ, Lord Chancellor, he'll find it a consolation as he sits in exile and wonders why you slander him to the King." [Host, genuinely scared they might fight with the butcher knives now and More is a weedy little thing Cromwell could take him without even breaking a sweat oh god what if he dies at my dinner? Because I invited Cromwell Thomas More is second-in-command to the king!] "Gentlemen..." [Cromwell, oblivious, having worked up his full glorious head o' steam]:" No, let's have this straight. Thomas here says, "I'd spend my life in the church, if I had a choice. I'm devoted to things of the spirit. I care nothing for wealth. The world's esteem is nothing to me." So how is it I come back to London and find you've become Lord Chancellor? What's that?" Three beats of aching, glorious silence. "A fucking accident?"

#Wolf Hall #Thomas Cromwell #Thomas More

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