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timeisacephalopod · 1 year

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The pushback to the term "cultural Christianity" from atheists is real odd to me because, as someone who has been an atheist since 13, only ever went to church a handful of times never with my own family (made a note never to sleep over at that friends house on a Saturday again bc I HATED church it smelled like shit, was boring, pews are uncomfortable as fuck, and the religious people I knew were all wildly misogynistic and I've never been here for being told I was less of a person for being Born Like This), and generally had no actual connection to Christianity in a meaningful way but still only knows Christian mythology, has been steeped in Christian values I had to untangle, and my religious understandings are still deeply Christian.

Like Ive never paid attention to the bible, church, Jesus, Christian teachings, or whatever but if you asked me about any religion the one I'll reliably know the most about is Christianity. I don't know why atheists are offended by being called culturally Christian because they have bad blood with the religion because like sorry bruh that doesn't mean you're less indoctrinated by Christian values if the culture you grew up in is predominantly Christian. In fact I'd say that religion being this ubiquitous in the culture regardless of anyone's consent to exactly ONE religion being shoved down our throats is reason to team up with other religious folks who ALSO don't like being constantly evangelized to by the culture at large, not a reason to throw a fit because you don't like being tied to a religion that is so ingrained into the culture that shit like "oh my god" and "Jesus Christ" are common expressions of surprise regardless of how atheist you are. Like surely I'm not the only atheist to notice the shocking amount of cultural religious shit that works it's way into my life and speech despite having not set foot in a church since I was like 10, and I can't remember the last time I was in one before that.

Idk man cultural Christianity seems like a pretty damn useful term to describe my relationship with a religion I never fully bought into and then actively rejected as a child yet still hold weird connections to and knowledge of just because Christianity is so baked into the culture I grew up in like it or not. If you want to be mad, be mad at the Christians who stole your freedom from religion from you, not usually religious minorities who discuss cultural Christianity and how it damages them too.

#winters ramblings #like breh i HATE how much christian bullshit ive had to detangle from my life. like the idea of sin and punishment for example #id say a LOOOOOT of discussion regardless of religion leans towards a Christian understanding of the pridon system #prison is basically a recreation of hell on earth where youre supposed to go to burn off your sins in your 10x10 cell #now i gotta say not all Christians buy inti the styke of punishment and sin i know normal well adjusted Christians #but for the most part a HUGE portion of shit comes with a helping of cultural Christianity. but prison is probably the best example #hell any discussion of punishment relies on a distinctly christian flavor of 'atone for your sin or be doomed forever"#repubs bitch about so called cancel culture but thats just how Christians act towards sin lmao they do it too #except they choose shit you didnt ACTIVITY make a choice about like being gay to condem you to hell.#cant be mad that twitter cancels people for small shit like a crap joke if you actively subscribe to the same belief system #and are only mad bc that logic is applied to YOU now. anyway i could do without this logic in activist spaces #or ANY spaces being doomed forever over sin is only one way to do Christianity. like damn can the ones who like #rehabilitation and justice and helping the poor at least be the ones in charge??#regardless ive never been a Christian and barely have a meaningful connection to the religion. whuch is why i find it rather salient #that i still have this deep connection and knowledge of something i ACTIVELY REJECTED at 13 #do you know HOW MUCH i had to have been indoctrinated into this shit with as LITTLE of a connection to organized religion as i do??#the fact i have ANY connection at all is kind if fucked honestly it shows you really REALLY do not get to choose #your religious leanings unless youre actively ANOTHER RELIGION BESIDES CHRISTIAN otherwise tough tiddy #you get to be Christian By Default and i don't like it either. but when i see jewish people talking about it #i know EXACTLY what they mean because i dont like my connection to a religion i never believed in and rejected at 13 either #i don't like that my choice to reject Christianity was stolen from me by such a ubiquitously christian culture #im not mad at jews for pointing this out im mad at christians for stealing my freedom of choice

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guillotinebypierre · 6 months

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Y/n POV

*Knock Knock*

"Are you ready, jagi? I just finished preparing all the cameras and the lighting. We're good to go if you are."

I stood in front of the 'dressing room' of the star of the show. It was inside a small trailer set up at the cliff of a hill near Seoul, overlooking the city. It was pretty dark outside, naturally, as it was already night time. The city lights lit up the surrounding area, creating a breathtaking view, and the scenery for todays episode of my girlfriend's show, 'Chuu Can Do It'. Normally we'd have a whole crew with us, but due to this episode being a special (and kinda difficult one to film), they tasked me with doing the filming part alone.

What was once just a small project made to get people to become more environmentally conscious and start helping our planet eventually turned out to be a huge project that helped during very dark times and very annoying lawsuits. I met Jiwoo a little after graduation. My goal was to pursue a career in filmmaking, or really anything where I could use my photography and filmmaking skills.

Jiwoo was a year older than me and a walking ball of sunshine. When I met her, she was starting to become a trainee in order to pursue her dream of becoming a kpop idol. I didn't know much about the industry back then as I mostly listened to western music and didn't really care much about the often foreign concept of Korea's celebrities, but for her I learned about it. I also met the rest of her friends, all 11 of them, and things just kinda evolved from there.

Me and Jiwoo became close friends almost immediately, her happy and extroverted personality starkly contrasting my rather quiet one, yet somehow we completed each other. Opposites really do attract, or whatever that saying says.

I asked her out on a date after we'd been friends for almost a year. It was probably the scariest thing I'd done up to that point, and in retrospect it was really stupid because I didn't even ask about dating bans beforehand, but she was insanely ecstatic about me asking. She jumped on me and became all giddy talking about what she wanted to do for our date.

I've been with her through literally everything, from the highs of her career until the deepest and most depressing moments. She never told me anything about her contract because she thought I'd be worrying too much, but I wasn't blind. I could tell that she wasn't feeling well and the stress was getting to her. This is why I was the first one to encourage her with suing that disgusting company.

On a happier note though, Jiwoo was the one to recommend me to do the filming for all her content. I was the one doing her photos, her group's photoshoots, everywhere I could I helped.

Today I was tasked with helping Jiwoo do an episode on smog and air pollution for her channel. The episode required me to do some basic landscape and sky shots, comparing the air out in the city and in the 'wilderness'. The first portion of it was already finished, seeing as it was needed to be done in the morning. We also filmed an interview with a scientist and were now supposed to also do some shots of the sky during nighttime.

Jiwoo and I also decided to just stargaze after finishing the episode as a small celebration of her and her members winning their lawsuits.

"Yeah just come in for a second, I need your help", her muffled voice came from behind the door.

I walked in and saw her still in her bathrobe and doing her make up.

"What's up, Jiwoo?"

"Sit on the couch, Y/n.", she told me.

I walked over and plopped myself on the small couch in the middle of the trailer.

"*Sigh* I can't believe we actually did it.", she said while tearing up.

I immediately got up and hugged her, letting her cry herself out on my shoulder.

"What do you mean, jagi? Are you talking about winning-"

"Y-Yeah", she cut me off.

It killed me to see her like this. To see my own sun be riddled with sadness. Nobody deserved to go through all the shit she and her members had to go through, especially not her.

"I know, I'm so proud of you girls for doing it and winning that lawsuit. You can't imagine how many idols you're helping by showing that they shouldn't throw away their humanity for random company."

She cried even more, her tears soaking my grey pullover as I just held her and waited for her to calm down.

Jiwoo's cries soon faded and I really thought she had fallen asleep until I heard her voice from my shoulder.

"I- I wanted to thank you, Y/n", she said, her voice slightly cracking

"You've been such a big help throughout all this and with the show and filming, taking photos-"

"Jiwoo you don't have to thank me for anything-"

"But I want too."

Her voice shifted slightly, her teary, breaking voice being replaced by something more playful, something more daring and teasing. She looked up from my shoulder while smiling slightly.

Her smile had always been my weakness, it had always been. It made it easy to trust her, easy to melt into her, easy to feel safe, easy to feel comfortable around her.

Her robe fell to the floor, exposing her nude body, while her hands palmed the outside of my sweatpants, feeling my bulge as I slowly crept back towards the couch. My legs soon hit the welt of the couch as I fell back, Jiwoo falling on top of my lap. Her hands moved around and interlocked behind my neck before pulling my head forwards and smashing our hips together.

Her kiss was delicate, much like her personality. It was deeply soothing, relaxing, even a little nostalgic. It was something raw, something reminiscent of driving through the city of Seoul in the night, something we had done oh so often. The kiss was passionate all the same, it was as if she was finally letting go of all of her pent up emotions, all her pent up frustrations.

Our bodies moved in one fluid motion, complementing each other, completing each other. My hands danced around her naked skin, touching and taking in everything.

We soon separated, both panting for air as a string of saliva connected our lips. I looked at Jiwoo, once again seeing that beautiful smile that made my heart do backflips every time, making me fall harder and harder for her.

Her hands moved and started pulling at my shirt, trying to take it off at an awkward angle. I moved to make it easier for her before she squatted slightly in order for me to slip off my pants and underwear. My erection stood tall and proud, hitting against her bellybutton as I now felt her wet juices coating my thighs. Jiwoo once again pulled my face down and started attacking me again.

Her hips moved in a circular motion, rubbing against me, the friction causing tingles down my spine before she finally stood up slightly and aligned myself with her wet pussy and squatted down.

A familiar sensation spread around my body as all my senses were overwhelmed and shut down. Her body clamped down on my as her upper body held us close, each body part rubbing against each other. Her legs wrapped around my torso as her vagina moulded itself around my dick. My hands moved onto her ass before grabbing it and raising and slamming herself onto my member.

Her legs soon started to spread as her brain couldn't focus on keeping them around me, her mouth opening as lewd noises filled the room we were in. Her head was thrown back as I continued attacking her body with kisses and hickeys. Our skin slapped against each other with each thrust, each time melting us into each other even more.

My body was on fire, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession as if fuelled by a motor as it tried to breathe in all the oxygen I was exerting. My head was also leaning on the backrest of the sofa, groans and moans coming out of me like a symphony of crude noises. My hips pumped myself into my girlfriend, letting go of all the frustration and stress I had as a familiar comfortable burning sensation started boiling inside my stomach.

My thighs were soaked, the wetness creating squelching noises every time Jiwoo landed on me, due to her arousal. My girlfriend's screams grew louder to the point where other campers in the nearby area could probably hear her before she finally hit her high, a high pitched scream coming out of her throat as she hugged me so tight I might have been crushed.

Her pussy tightened around my, creaming on me as it leaked onto my lap, the insides of her milking me as if I were a cow. My stomach felt warner and warner as my own climax neared. I continued fucking her through her high before finally unleashing myself inside her, filling Jiwoo up to the brim while falling over on her.

We both breathed in heavily, desperately trying to catch our breaths. We stayed in that position for a while, just enjoying each other's company before finally getting up and getting dressed.

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3rd Person POV

The two got out and onto the designated filming area. Y/n quickly took out the necessary equipment, which he had put away before knocking on Jiwoo's door, and started going over the whole filming session with his girlfriend again. He walked over to the lawn chair and started filming.

The sky was beautiful on this side of town, the stars were visible, tempting him to start counting each of them as he started doing the cinematography for the episode.

Time passed and Y/n was about to finish filming before he suddenly felt someone playing around with his pants. His vision shifted quickly, looking down at himself as he was met with the familiar smile of his girlfriend. She simply nodded up, indicating for him to focus on the footage before sliding off his underwear, being hit by his semi hard member.

Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking him a bit until he reached her desired hardness. Jiwoo then continued by sucking on the tip, mixing her saliva with the leaking pre cum as Y/n gathered every ounce of self control he had to keep a steady hand on the camera.

Jiwoo's head bopped up and down as she moved her tongue all around Y/n's dick, trying to suppress any noise that could be heard on the footage. Her cheeks formed an vacuum around her boyfriends cock as she licked from the shaft up to the tip, throating as much as she could before tightening around him.

Y/n tightened his grip on the camera, using whatever little self control he had to not throw it away and give all his attention to the woman on her knees in front of him.

Jiwoo, determined to make him mess up, decided to spice things up and started using both of her hands to jack him off in a twisting motion while also sucking and slurping him off, creating a kind of cycle of pleasure.

This combination almost led to Y/n coming undone right then and there but he still had one trick up his sleeve. He grabbed Jiwoo's head with one arm and pushed her down, making her take every single inch of his length while also silencing her. Her throat tightened around him and gripped every part of his member, subsequently making him climax in a geyser of hot, sticky, liquid that coated her entire oesophagus.

With a shaky hand, Y/n pressed the button on the camera to finish the recording, before putting the camera to the side and exhaling.

Jiwoo stood up, her cheeks puffed, filled with Y/n's cum, before she stood up and gulped, showing her tongue afterwards.

"You're going to get one of us fired one day, you know?"

"As if. Relax, jagi. I don't even have a boss anymore~"

"I just hope nothing was captured by the camera-"

"Relax, Y/n. You can just watch it back later and cut it out or we'll just film again later. Now how about you go put that expensive equipment away and join me back inside? I think our celebration isn't finished yet."

Y/n sighed before standing up and cleaning up while Jiwoo walked back inside their rented trailer.

"It's going to be a long night.", he said before opening the door and locking it.

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpopfap #idol x male reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #loona #chuu loona

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astralm00ns · 3 months

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WXS CYBER AU (my takes on it)

feel free to use these au ideas with credit! (if you decide to please tag me i’d love to see)

SHIBUYA, TOKYO | CYBER UTOPIA - 20XX. shibuya, tokyo, for the most part, has remained one of the most bustling and important parts of society as a whole. it’s many products, businesses, and overall heavy advancement in technology have made it a staple in the world, especially those looking for business partners. it’s technology has absolutely exceeded many, turning it into a cyber utopia.

though, what hides is the corruption underneath all of this cool tech and beautiful cityscape. crime is a regular, mostly by rogues who want to fight against businesses, who have turned creativity and art into nothing but a huge money making scheme. the higher ups always consider rogues as criminals, as they would prefer siding with the people who would give them money.

rogues for the most part, spread around their creativity without the form of payment, without needing to think of it as a cash grab. also engaging in fights and crime for the sake of defending art over fame. rogues typically act late at night, since ordinary folks are typically distracted by the cityscape and flashy products being shoved right into their faces. while they fight, they do have good intentions. merely wanting to put a stop to cash and fame grabbing scenes, and return to art being a form of expression.

companies released these power hungry robots to combat rogues. selling them in mass, disguising them as “protectors.” it’s gotten to a point where these robots have taken over a huge portion of shibuya, and it’s starting to become a major problem to the cityscape.

KAMISHIRO RUI

a vigilante who works alone in the shadows, though also once a well known figure in local parts. thanks to his past of showing off the inventions he made.

in his youth, his inventions were ADORED. absolutely loved by people, and that made him happy and all that. he wanted to keep making more such things since it’s something he really likes doing

though as he got older, he noticed people trying to buy his inventions off of him, saying how he’ll make it big and that he won’t ever need to worry about living his life the way he does anymore. and it gets consistent too. like, REALLY consistent these offers, when rui’s just really trying to enjoy making inventions for enjoyment and artistry. he doesn’t ever want to see his inventions as products that can be sold.

it starts infuriating rui since he thinks that these rich companies just want to get his inventions in their hands to make a quick buck, and it gets him really pissy and shit. so he stops showing off his works, keeping it private and only showcasing it to people he trusts. only works he does show off publicly are the ones he uses when it comes to combat, like his drones.

rui wants to find others like him. others who have seen through the minds of these other companies who are supposed to focus on art, not actually doing so and instead using it as a way to go viral and get money. he is a firm believer in using art to express, not to sell. he’s typically either working on inventions or out fighting, though alone most of the time. occasionally going out to combat with nene, a childhood friend of his. also since she’s really the only person he knows now that he still trusts a lot (prior to meeting emukasa)

TENMA TSUKASA

a well known rogue, at least around other rogues. he keeps himself undercover when not in public, but he goes full out flashy when engaging in combat. tenma tsukasa style and all that idk. he buys his tech, especially his combat ones, from other rogues, mostly to help them out. also to put it to good use. when it comes to being out in the city, he’s mostly hidden. watching over the cityscape overtop buildings and planning, or walking about scramble crossing. he really can’t deny that despite the amount of advertisements being shoved everywhere, all the lights do make up for a beautiful looking area.

tsukasa was often seen doing play battles as a kid, especially with little abandoned robots he had found laying around in parks or other public spots. taking them home to keep playing with them. his little friends that kept him entertained while his sister, saki, was in the hospital. he gave some of these robots to her so she could also have someone with her. tsukasa often prioritized going whenever his parents gave him the opportunity, doing anything with those little robots to make her happy. tsukasa then started going out more as he got older, starting to see rogues doing their thing. he believed it was one of the most amazing things he ever saw, and agreeing fully on their motives. he remembered saki talking to him once about them before, but never would’ve have believed he would see some in action. he wanted to do just that to make saki happy. once he was of age, he became a rogue himself. though forgetting his original motive, wanting to climb ranks, he moved up extremely quickly. now being one of the top rogues out there. both to his amazing ability handling tech and physical combat, his lack of identity in public too.

he met rui while taking down some robots. his ass was getting whooped by some robots, but rui found him, going in and dealing them off. tsukasa thanks rui for the saving and decides to ask him about his inventions, mostly since they caught his eye. something he’s never seen before. after rui explained to tsukasa that he made all of them all on his own, tsukasa was immediately taken back and impressed. he offered rui to join him, in which he was first denied. mostly since rui still had trust issues at that moment. eventually the pair kept running into each other, until finally rui gave in, seeing what this “oh so great tsukasa” truly had potential for. proving to be a great partner in combat.

KUSANAGI NENE

a not so active rogue, mostly spending her time in arcades. either for fun or for tournaments. though she does manage to get herself to go out whenever rui decides to ask her to. while she doesn’t go out as much as rui at all, she certainly knows her stuff. especially with robo-nene, a robot rui made specifically for her as a friend. also so that way she had someone to play games with. nene over time requested features for robo-nene, and now she often uses her as some sort of side kick when fighting other robots. thanks to robo-nene’s analyzing, it allows nene to act fast and prove to be a very strong opponent, whether it be human or AI she’s fighting.

she typically avoided being flashy and showy, mostly since she didn’t want to bring any attention towards her. mostly for safety reasons. she prefers keeping herself much more secluded, especially since it makes everything easier. it’s been like that since she was little, only exception being when she was with rui. often being shy and not really talking to people. she started fighting after rui introduced her to it, seeing it as a good way to bond with rui again after growing a little distant. often going on little side missions just to keep her busy, though she did eventually find enjoyment out of it. often thinking about it like playing a game. where the objective was to destroy as many robots as possible. she and rui complemented each other really well with each other’s fighting styles, the pair always working well the few times they fought together. though for the most part she fought alone with just robo-nene.

it was through combat where she tsukasa, seeing him do his thing. at first she felt second-hand embarrassment at how extra tsukasa was acting when talking about himself, at least before seeing him whoop ass. she couldn’t help but be impressed, then deciding to occasionally watch him fight. until eventually he noticed her, introducing himself and inviting her to join him. she decides to, occasionally fighting with tsukasa now as well. nene decides it’s best not to tell rui about him yet, just to be safe. besides, rui would eventually catch a guy like him anyways, considering how easy that man would be to spot. she met emu in an arcade tournament. watching her talk to one of the players about plans. then occasionally running into each other in rogue safe spaces. she came to grew an appreciation towards her after seeing her contributions towards rogues, despite not even being one at all.

OTORI EMU

her family owns OTORECH, one of THE most largest businesses in shibuya. they sell out a whole bunch of devices in mass, ones that supposedly are supposed to make things easier for people. emu, being an otori, knows what goes on behind the scenes. she often overheard her brothers and father discussing their sales, and how they only keep trying to come up with more products to make even more. emu believes the money her family makes could go out to other people rather than blowing it on even more products, but her proposals never end up getting to her family.

what emu does instead is give insight for rogues. she delivers information about OTORECH and other companies they have partnered with, mostly to allow them to plan ahead of time which areas they need to deal with in terms of savage robots. she never asks for anything in exchange, other than the ability to either watch or help fight said robots. rogues have come to respect her a lot, always looking forward to what she has to bring. in turn she also keeps the rogue’s plans as secrets, that way they won’t be caught. enjoying delaying some of her brother’s plans so rogues could do what they need to do much quicker. she’s very skilled in using weapons way larger than her size, carrying them with ease and also using them to beat down robots. always wanting to go on combat missions solely because of how much she enjoys them. she’s hoping that one day she can be the one running her father’s business, that way she can put a stop to all the unbelievably pricey items her dad and her brothers decided to put out.

tsukasa was the one that introduced emu to rui. nene had already known her for a bit from the few times she encountered her at the arcade or at some vacant places with robots, but it was her first time meeting rui. emu was quick to like rui’s presence, not really hearing much about lone vigilantes, let alone ones with all of their gadgets being self-made. also trying to see behind rui’s serious exterior. she and tsukasa both then decide to take rui out to fight. eventually nene joins as well, the four of them forming their own small coalition with one another. each using their own unique skill sets to take down robots much easier, for the sake of bringing back art in its purest form.

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aspd-culture · 2 months

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I apologize, i know this is a “culture is” blog but i was wondering if you had any tips on unmasking? Its a huge struggle for me and its effecting my treatment and mental health severely.

This culture is blog definitely is in massive part a place to ask and answer questions too, no worries at all!/gen

The biggest thing for me that helped was first working on the masked piece that told me I was supposed to give a fuck about what people thought of me. I learned that manually over a long period of time, having next to no sense of embarrassment as a child and early teen. I found that once I got back to "I really don't give a fuck if you like me or think I'm a shit person or what, and if you think I should be constantly putting on some act for you, then you're an exhausting person and I'm glad to see you leave my life so bye", the rest of unmasking has come easier.

The second biggest thing builds on this; making sure you're not filling your life, especially your personal relationships which are supposed to be caring, supportive, and filling your battery vs draining it, with people you can't unmask around. Massive red flag if they can't get past the easy symptoms like flat affect and need for emotions being clearly communicated after a conversation or two and maybe some reassurance if they are more sensitive or have Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. If the people you value push you to hide your disorder, you will no matter how hard you try not to. ASPD makes us cling tighter to bad people sometimes, because we know that we hate the social dance of trying to find someone else even remotely trustworthy, let alone that we can tolerate spending time around. This goes 10x for any Exceptions.

The third is letting yourself get a little angry. You shouldn't be spending your energy trying to hide symptoms you never asked for and that hurt you more than anyone else. This disorder doesn't show up without the failure of *at minimum* a few adults in your life for many years without resolving it. If they don't like you being like this, then maybe they should have done their job. It isn't your job to hide their mistakes. It isn't your job to hide their *failure* to do a simple job of keeping a kid safe and secure. If you look up the percentage of needs being met that leads to a secure attachment style (which ASPD is not compatible with), you probably will find the getting mad portion of unmasking pretty easy. The bar was in hell and the majority of the adults supposed to take care of you in your childhood played limbo. That's worth being upset about.

To be clear, this isn't the go ahead or encouragement to get violent, abusive, or destructive, but if your symptoms are inconveniencing someone vs hurting them, then fuck it. You deserve to breathe and just *be* sometimes instead of starring in Normal Person, Director's Cut all day every day.

Once I got those things under my belt, most of the rest of unmasking for me has just been reminding myself that I will burn out if I keep making myself fit in a box that does not fit me. It was not my choice to end up a square while everyone else is a circle, and no matter how much it might bug anyone, that won't make a square fit through the circle hole.

Just in case no one else in your life says this to you, I will. You deserve at least some amount of time - and while sleeping does *not* count - without the mask at least some of every day (with maybe exceptions for like the occasional holiday with family or work trip or anniversary or something) without masking. There are plenty of symptoms of this disorder that do not cause harm to anyone, they just don't like it because they aren't used to it (for example flat affect) or because it causes them to have to put some effort in (for example, needing to communicate their emotions vs playing a bs game of Guess Who? with the clues read in a language you don't understand). Those symptoms can and should be unmasked sometimes.

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This culture is blog definitely is in massive part a place to ask and answer questions too, no worries at all!/gen

#aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #anons welcome

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copperbadge · 8 months

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I know that it’s been a Very Long Time but do you ever get terribly nostalgic for old/less active fandoms? I confess I recently came back to tumblr and saw that I followed you. I was like, of course Sam storyteller, the Bucky guy. But then I got a hankering for my older and dearer by far love Ianto Jones and went back to reread some of the greatest hits and I remembered. You are not the Loki guy. You are the Ianto guy, to me, and I can’t believe I forgot that. I miss that fandom so much it was so fucking. Toxic. The Gwen bashing, I simply cannot romanticize it in good conscience. But the fic quality and diversity was, dare I say it, nearly unparalleled (in my heart). Like when it hit it really hit you know? A golden age of trashy sci fi indeed. I miss my dead welsh son. Sorry to ramble in your ask box about the dubious old days

Anon, I am so sorry, a bunch of my asks got pushed way down in the inbox and then I forgot they were there, so apologies this is MONTHS late in getting posted.

I, eh, I don't really get nostalgic for old fandoms. Usually I leave them for a reason, but even if I just drift away, my experience of a fandom is pretty fundamentally different from most because of my higher profile. There are things I can't do or say in a fandom that other people could, and there are things that happen to me outside of my control. They're not even necessarily bad things, just stuff like...I'll write a fic in a new fandom, and people from my previous fandom will start engaging with the canon because I did. So often, rather than just falling away from a fandom, I'll leave a fandom and drag a bunch of people with me. They might not even leave the older fandom, but they come along to the new one too.

And often the wanks that pull people in without their consent simply don't touch me because there's a portion of fandom that is either scared of me (or my readers) or just doesn't want anything to do with me. I can't determine which.

Torchwood's a pretty good case in point -- the Gwen bashing was extreme. I wasn't a fan of Gwen but what I saw from the antigwenallies was really, really gross. Still, even though I wrote fic about Gwen and engaged in meta around her presence in the show, I avoided them and thus had exactly one interaction with them ever, which was when they posted up a fic of mine as "anti-Gwen" and I asked them to remove it and never recc anything of mine again. They did, and that was the end of that. Nobody ever came to my posts to attack her or me. Likewise, there was one really, really aggressive anti-Ianto wanker, but she never engaged with me or even as far as I know talked about me, despite the fact I was a huge Ianto fan and wrote a lot of fic about him. I really hated the shit she said, but I also didn't see any value in arguing, so I left her alone and she left me alone. (I won't name her because I checked up on her a few years ago and it turns out she was struggling with serious mental health issues that she'd gotten a lot of help for, and felt really terrible about the things she'd done, so I'm actually quite proud of her. But if you know you know.)

I also just...have a bad memory, so I often don't remember what happened in a fandom, or even sometimes that I was in a fandom. Most of the memories I do have are either vaguely warm and friendly, or "avoid this fandom/person at all costs" based in a negative interaction (which I sometimes don't remember the details of).

So yeah...I mean, Torchwood ended pretty terribly so I don't miss it in part because I try not to think about it. Generally if I have a good time in a fandom and then leave it, it's because I simply said all I had to say there. But I'm usually looking forward, not back, just because the past is a bit of a fog bank for me, most of the time.

#fandom #meta

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i-eat-deodorant · 7 months

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Weird question for you 👉👈 do you have any drawings of the lamb or narinder like, naked? NOT in a horny way I SWEAR, I love your style and I just wanna see how you draw their legs lmao, I can't figure it out myself and other artists I can find are like, too human.

(nakey animals ahead)

Okay, so to preface this I'm a hobbyist artist who commits anatomical atrocities for shits & giggles, and this is by no means a professional/accurate way to draw animals, humans, or any combination of the two. This started as me struggling to explain how I draw instead of just sticking to the most brutally honest explanation of "I just wing it", but having to draw out different parts of anatomy and how proportional they are to each other was hugely helpful to help me re-evaluate how I draw animals. So thank you.

I'll be mostly using Lamb and Narinder for reference, because the brainrot is strong and they're what I draw the most.

A lot of my style comes from the fact that I'm primarily an animal artist, not a human one. In fact, COTL's the first fandom that I've drawn anthro characters in, and it was a trial trying to adapt what I know to upright animals.

Best way to get a better grip on anatomy is to sketch from references. Nothing that can really replace practice. It's helpful to look at skeleton and muscle diagrams and get a good idea of where body parts are in relation to each other. Then, search up actual references and try to overlay the shapes and bones onto them. When I'm not sure if something of mine is proportioned correctly, I just measure something with my fingers and compare.

Some specific things to note: generally, the hind legs of quadrupeds have a larger metatarsal area (the large flat portion of your foot) compared to humans--that's why people say cats tip-toe. Humans have theirs relatively short; how long you make that area largely determines how Creature the design looks. I know some people who draw purely human legs, some who draw human legs then add the extra foot length on top, all of that's fine. Personally, I will shorten the leg length above the knee to compensate. In quadrupeds, the knee will draw up very close to the torso area, as you can see in the jackal doodle.

Another note: when standing, it's important give the impression that there's a center of balance. When standing straight, a straight line drawn from the hip to the foot of a leg should be relatively perpendicular to the ground.

(Of course this all goes out the window the moment anything other than standing straight is involved but w/e.)

A lot of the fundamentals carry over between my quadruped and anthro art: the general shapes, the proportions, etc. One thing I noticed while sketching Lamb is that sheep have a femur that's almost entirely against their torso, and their legs are mostly just the tarsal parts (sorry if I'm butchering the anatomy).

For the arms/forelimbs, I mainly just use human anatomy with a repurposed number of fingers. It's easier, plus I can't exactly have a sheep with sheep limbs carry an axe around. I mean it's doable, just kinda awkward.

After getting the basics down, I move to more complex poses. One thing I struggle massively with is anything involving knees--kneels were something that eluded me for months. There are things that humans do that look very awkward when you factor in other animals' anatomies. I'm not super good with action poses so I can't really say how I've overcome that limitation, because I haven't :'D.

When I'm doing more simplistic poses, I just result resort to drawing a slightly bent line and calling it a day. You don't see much outside clothing anyways.

Last thing I found interesting: because of the weight distribution, the positioning of the arms in relation to the torso is different in bipeds and quadrupeds. Drawing anatomy with arms that kinda come forward and legs spread apart give designs a more animalistic vibe to me.

#long post #my asks #my shit #idk if this helps or not #it's just how i draw things not how to draw them correctly #i wrote this at 3am so it may make no sense whatsoever oops #but yeah i don't really??? do consistency??? so i constantly violate my own rules #reminder that my narinder is a jackal/cat hybrid #cw suggestive #not rlly but just in case

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GRRM constantly remind us that Sansa’s breasts are growing and/or are “large” for her age, do you think there’s a reason for that or he’s just a tits man and a weirdo?

Y’all always have such nice things to say about this man. 😂

As much as we're all fans of his work and can offer lots of rationalizations, these questionable choices in his writing are mirrored with weird statements in interviews (link), so I'd say, no matter the explanations we have for specific lines, this is an area in which Martin has not earned our blind trust.

I'm all about “charitable readings”, I offer that to my anons, fellow bloggers, and of course, any author I encounter, so I will offer a bit of that below, but I thought @aegor-bamfsteel's post about the oversexualization of the girls was very good (link), and even when I offer a literary explanation for his choices (as I did here for Dany), that's not to minimize how disturbing I find them. I don't like it at all.

Now! There are a few things that are part of the explanation for this beyond being a boob guy.

Sometimes it's simply part of communicating that Sansa is growing

Sansa tried to hurry, but her fingers fumbled at buttons and knots. The Hound was always rough-tongued, but something in the way he had looked at her filled her with dread. Had Joffrey found out about her meetings with Ser Dontos? Please no, she thought as she brushed out her hair. Ser Dontos was her only hope. I have to look pretty, Joff likes me to look pretty, he's always liked me in this gown, this color. She smoothed the cloth down. The fabric was tight across her chest. (ACOK, Sansa III)

Sansa lifted her arm. She needed a new gown, that was true. She had grown three inches in the past year, and most of her old wardrobe had been ruined by the smoke when she'd tried to burn her mattress on the day of her first flowering "Your bosom will be as lovely as the queen's," the old woman said as she looped her string around Sansa's chest. "You should not hide it so." The comment made her blush. Yet the last time she'd gone riding, she could not lace her jerkin all the way to the top, and the stableboy gaped at her as he helped her mount. Sometimes she caught grown men looking at her chest as well, and some of her tunics were so tight she could scarce breathe in them. (ASOS, Sansa II)

Martin has mentioned talking to women about their first period and tried to incorporate that into writing Sansa's, so I'm sure he also knows how many of us experience unwanted attention around that age too. Therefore, I'm gonna assume to him, this is all part of the female experience and he included it for realism.

2. Sansa is surrounded by pervs. Not only do we have the above with randos, but from early on LF and the Hound sink their teeth in and then of course, Tyrion, and we have Joffrey ordering Sansa beaten/stripped, basically, we have a huge portion of her story just drowning in men who lust after her/molest her, demean her. So, we're gonna talk about her beauty (her body, her breasts…) as part of that. Now, I've suggested having so many adult men lust after her is overkill and a little variety in their perversions would have been a relief, but that was the choice and these are the results.

3. Stumpy has discussed how this is all foreshadowing for Sansa becoming a mother at a young age ie he’s emphasizing her physical maturity and rushing it a bit to prep for what is to come (AFFC Foreshadowing, ASOS Foreshadowing). So potentially, not needless perving, prepping for a future plot. That might horrify you as much or more than him just liking to write about boobs, but Martin has repeatedly stated his belief that in medieval times, as soon as you hit puberty you were eligible for marriage. Even with that belief, a different writer might be a little more…delicate, but Martin likes to lean into the physical reality of his story, it’s part of what makes it compelling, so the guy who writes shitting and vomiting and oddly unerotic sex scenes for the sake of immersion, getting descriptions of these poor girls may just be part of the ride.

4. Sansa is very clearly "the Maiden," (link) but we've had several chapters now where she is also getting “the mother” idea attached to her in a kinda, Virgin Mary reference. @minitafan explained that here, with her foil being Dany (here). That doesn't mean we need details about her breasts, but because of what she represents, a manifestation of peace, calm in the midst of battle, compassion for our enemies, it makes sense to me that Martin would opt to make her physically beautiful too (hence descriptions of her body). She is meant to be someone others are drawn to, even men who seem impervious. It's a bit of a funny little game in which Martin unravels Sansa's expectation that beauty=goodness, all the while showing us, Sansa is that beautiful, inside and out.

My conclusion about most things ASOIAF, its complicated, and I’d say, it’s probably a mixture of everything.

#grrm critical #dot chat

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nancydrewwouldnever · 1 year

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so blogs instead of acknowledging that they were wrong 100% about pr for chris and his troll are now: im going to the chris pine side. lolll okay//

They are just over Evans and his antics. He hasn’t given us much of anything besides his cringy compilations with her. He’s been radio silent. He hasn’t promoted C2E2 or his ASP zoom call. As they have all said they’re here for the mess, but they are allowed to have other interests while Evans consistently gives us nothing. I’d rather see them thirst over Pine than rehash Shanna’s wedding and Tara’s Halloween party.

Here's the thing for me: I never signed up to be an Alba blog, ever, and that's all the asks that come in these days, and I'm sick of it. I've been sick of it since before Pumpkingate. But yet it's a reality, no matter what viewpoint one chooses to see it from. (I'm still on the transactional relationship train, with a large toxic caboose.)

Even when I do my posts about old stuff from Jenny days, somehow the asks that come in about those posts are about Alba. When we get some real news - like the C2E2 announcement, or that Public Exchange thing from yesterday - still the asks that come in are majority about Alba or her friends. No thank you! I'm deleting that shit all day. I have to accept that a huge portion of this fandom is now not even the Chris Evans fandom, but the Alba Baptista obsessives. And I don't want that here, if I can help it.

But, yeah, we have nothing new, not really. He's quit posting for the most part. There's little new news on his career front. When I post about The Receipts, it gets little traction. So I'm gonna pad out my time here with my other interests. Hope y'all like ancient history and art, because you're about to get a shit ton of it!

#ask

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finished counter/weight

it wasn't bad!

most actual plays do about 0.5 systems - they nominally use dnd 5e but mainly just do freestyle rp. it's wild to hear someone kitbash together what, 6 fucking systems? multiple groups of players operating at multiple levels asymmetrically? what a big swing! it's so fucking ambitious! i don't even know if it's a good idea!

the big downside of the variety in systems means that a huge chunk of the airtime is spent explaining, discussing and negotiating mechanics. the mechnoir portion was the absolute worst for this and i think part of what made the first session or two so rough was the players just not understanding the game or how to effectively use their characters. the benefit of this immense variety of systems is...i don't know? maybe it's fun to play? i didn't feel like the extended kingdom interlude was that interesting and i would have definitely preferred the events of that to be relayed to me in a 10-minute convo rather than negotiated through another system where the players seem barely cognizant of the stakes.

i found it very difficult to understand what was going on with the setting. a lot of setting names are thrown at you very fast and at this point i still don't know if i could confidently describe all of the big movers and shakers in the setting. still not 100% on who the rapid evening are, who diego rose was, who most of the big corps are and why they matter. i don't hate any of what i learned but i'm not sold on the divines in general. rigour is cool because i understand what rigour is and does. i don't get how righteousness works, nor any of the divines which aren't a giant robot. even at the end, when they were saying shit like 'ooh grace won't like that' i still didn't understand what that meant or why it mattered. maybe i'm just too stupid. that said, the parts that i did understand i thought were pretty decent.

i liked the chime and i liked the cast. audy was cool and had some great moments tho as i said, still don't know why their status as a divine matters. aria seemed like an insanely poor fit for the group but i like ali acampora as an entertainer so it balances out. mako was consistently delightful and the introduction of larry was my favourite character beat in the season. cass didn't make that much of an impression on me and it was too easy to forget they were royalty. i think austin should have laid down the law super hard in the first session and been like 'hey you guys are criminals, you are mercenaries, you do crimes for money, be on that wavelength' instead of like, however the fuck he described their deal with orth.

big fucking mistake: the custom XP triggers he worked out. podcast or no, do NOT ever give players a mechanical incentive to play suboptimally. players already play suboptimally; the mechanics should lead them by the nose into optimal play strategies. i would not recommend giving a player like keith an incentive to fuck up the mission with antics unless you want to ruin your friendships.

i think i would have enjoyed a less structured game along the lines of what is actually suggested by the rules of the sprawl. i guess this is just actual play podcasts in general but the thing is, most PBTA games make it pretty explicit that the game works best when you come in with a set of starting positions and assumptions instead of a predetermined storyline. austin can't help but come in with a big sheaf of predetermined storylines, down to specific planned scenes and even fucking maps. i would love to hear a podcast where someone plays the game as written for once.

i have no idea where to go from here. i'm sure as shit not listening to marielda because i know it will make me big nerd angry. i am not so invested in the setting that i absolutely must find out what happens in twilight mirage. if the hieron stuff is good maybe i'll listen to that next but i think i'm gonna give fatt a break for a while.

my OC for counterweight is the candidate of the divine antipathy.

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Agreed that the monarchy is an outdated tradition that's largely been reduced to ceremonial role and source of tourism, but there are reasons why the Queen is respected and beloved:

- pushed for the transition from the British Empire to the Commonwealth of Nations, which replaced the old colonial power structure to a political union where members are self-governed and equal (not unlike the EU, ASEAN or the UN). It's been so successful that even countries that were never even part of the British Empire have voluntarily joined since it was created

- worked behind the scenes (using what limited power she had, and despite opposition from the British (and US) government) to push South Africa to end the Apartheid

- was a patron for over 600 charities and helped raised ~£1.5 billion for them over the course of her reign, and was hugely passionate about ending inequality of all kinds

- was the first British monarch to visit Ireland since their independence, and in her speech admitted the mistakes the British had made in the past and gave her condolences to the Irish for the atrocities commited, a highly unusual move which shocked the world and greatly improved the relationship between the two countries

- least significant, but the reason why she is so well adored, is because she was the one responsible for making the royals accessible to everyday people. Rather than sitting in a castle unseen by the common peasants, she was out on the street greeting people, making televised addresses to the public every Christmas, and just generally allowing the media to show the life of the Royal Family, something that was always kept secret previously

Is the Monarchy stupid and outdated in this day and age? Yeah, most definitely. But Americans don't seem to understand that the Monarchy hasn't actually been responsible for any political decisions for a large part of the last century, and the Queen isn't personally responsible for any of the bad shit that governments are doing - that's on the shoulders of old men and megacorporations, same as everywhere else. She's really nothing more than a kind grandma that loves her people, and THAT is why people love and respect her.

Funny that you would mention that horrid political decisions rests on the shoulders of old men and megacorporations since that’s precisely where the wealth of the royal family comes from, I mean of course aside from taxpayer dollars.

See the Sovereign Grant, collected via taxes and payed back to the royal family, amounted to around £82.2 million in 2019. Granted this grant is only afforded to the royal family should the surrender any profits made from the Crown Estate, but this is still £82.2 being shilled out for what equates to LARPing as an actual human being and not some financial leech and her little family of smaller more terrible leeches. This fund is only used to maintain upkeep on the royal families exorbitant estates, cover the entire families travel expenses, and pay for the royal employee payroll.

Expenses outside of that can be payed by the Duchy of Lancaster- a portfolio of lands and assets that is made up of residential, commercial, and agricultural properties. This brought in £20.7 in 2019 and is used to pay “expenses incurred by other members of the royal family.” This on top of personal assets of the Queen which make up for an unknown portion of wealth, but includes an expansive art collection (wonder who’s money paid for that art too), a couple of estates of her own, and assets passed down to her by previous monarchs (wonder how much of that is stolen from the lands Britain colonized).

Why yes I’m sure it’s very easy to donate and raise funds while sitting atop a pile of unearned generational wealth, much of which was inherited by a history of bloody colonialism, in your massive free palace courtesy of the people you love ever so much. All the while your shit stain of a royal family engage in so much bullshit that every few years you have to come out of your little hole and apologize for the abuse and ostracizing of another beloved spouse of one of your shitty shitty children while we all watch on in disbelief at our favorite government sponsored reality TV show. And sure I get it the royal family are millionaires not billionaires, they could be worse! They could be even more filthy rich for doing absolutely nothing!

As an American I can agree with you that I truly do not understand the monarchy or the role it plays in the lives of the British people. But as an American I can also spot a filthy governmental leech from a lightyear away. Generationally wealthy, holder of dozens of properties, and never truly working to hard for anything a day in her little life. Sounds like every single one of the men I hate most in this world.

With the monarchy Elizabeth and her rotted little family are England’s biggest celebrity spectacle of incest freaks including good ole king tampon. The Kardashians if they were less entertaining to watch be horrible people and funded by the American Government. Without the monarchy good ole Lizzie and her dear family are just every other generationally wealthy millionaire alive in the world today generating wealth that they put a pittance of back into their community, hoard the rest, and call it a day then head out to the golf course. And yes she has done some good, but whether she was actively leeching off the British people intentionally or not she was still complicit in profiting off the British people and inherited (from you know the gross colonial regime) generational wealth that let’s be honest was probably stolen in the first place.

It’s very cute that the parasite tried to pretend it wasn’t a parasite and did such a good job of it, but no matter how you slice it or however many christmases it’s there for a leech is still a leech. And now we’re left with king tampon and his gross little Vienna sausage fingers to continue the legacy of mooching off the government. People who love and respect this woman have been misguided into believing she’s one of the people in the same way Americans are tricked into believing a guy like Bezos ever pulled himself up by his bootstraps to do shit, and that’s that.

Tl;dr Queen Elizabeth is shit and you are not immune to propaganda

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two days ago, red and i woke up in laramie wyoming, with a battle plan. that is to say, paralyzing uncertainty and anxiety. i checked out of our hotel, and asked some advice. locals said that going south on US289 would probably be safe, so we did just that. it was... laughably fine, lmao. i was still terrified, but i spent most of the time after we got out of town (and saw that it was legitimately just fine lmfao) planning. winter storm was coming in later that evening, that would close off pretty mluch every mountin opass north of the panhandle. i spent a lot of time on reds phone checking utah DOT websites, google maps, planning out routes. it felt like a flurry of activity, all routed thru a cell phone that wasnt even mine.

Come colorado, i took over a bit west of denver. not realizing that ahead of us in our route was a huge mountain pass at like 12000 feet elevation. it waas kind of terrifying. thank fucking god it was entirely dry with only small patches of ice.

a little after that, we agreed to ride through utah, then soithwest along to new vegas as was the original plan two weeks ago. only problem was that the mountain pass in monticello was likely to be blocked by the storm. so we drove as fast as fucking possble to moab, along the way speeding by numerous beautiful mountains n shit. red took over a bit before moab, and i resumed freantically monitoring road conditions. we also stopped at like three gas stations in moab, getting a coffee in each one and asking if they thought the monticello pass would stay clear. the consensus was 'idk yeah probably'.

we get to monticello. its snowing. off the road, theres a good foot or so of buildup. we followed a garbage truck for a while, but pulled in at a gas station when it did. to assess. the clerk said eh just follow a plow and youll be fine. i go to the bathroom, where the fuckl is red.... why is there an eighteenwheeler where our car was. oh, she and the car are stuck in the snow in the next parking lot over. apparently she had to move the car to get out of the way of the truckers who were now moving to the fistfighting stages of arguing about fifty feet away. fighting stances n shit, yelling. I went inside to get help, since i didnt know what i was doing. got help from a family who was at subway (mostly the dad, josh). he didnt know stuff, but he gave me the confidence and additional pushing that i needed to plan and execute helping alice do a three point turn to get baclk to tjhe travelled portion of the road. thanks josh!

a lil after that, a sbowplow went by and we attempted to follow it! (engaging with some youths who pulled a scooter from the snow for some reason??? they offered to help us get unstuck but it didnt really be necessary as it turned out!)

and so began our trek down the mountain. it was... scary as FUCK, for me anyway. i remember playing country roads (in part as propitiation to the mountain) and then that one detektivbyran album i listen to. keep my anxiety in check. red did all the snow driving, cuz she learned to drive in new mexico so she knows some stuff abt snow. We couldnt see more than twenty feet ahead of us at basically any time, and she later told me that at multiple points we were actually sliding. waugh. eventually, tho, like 30 minutes or so (felt longer) the snow turned to rain. and the roads were blessedly clear.

shortly afterward, i took over. the plan was to drive as long aspossible due west, along smaller highways, possibly all the way to st. george. neither of us really had it in us thoc 'o we had to stop around 10, in kayenta. still, thats a solid 13 hours of travel, some of them extremely stressful. i dont think we did too bad at all.

yesterday, we went from kayenta to primm. i originally wanted to sleep in goodsprings, but upon cursory research, turns out its a ghost town witha population of 160, no hotels. didnt have it in us to camp last night, so we stayed in the buffalo bill resort and casino. the inspiration for the bison steve resort in nv!! this is honestly the nicest hotel room ive ever been in, and the price is 10 dollars more than our motel 6 in laramie. highly recommend if ur in primm for some reason.

#blog #journal

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I visited Fairmont and Morgantown! (And Tried Crumbl.)

After working a long nine straight days, I got a gracious four days off from work and thought it would be a great time to travel around West Virginia, and see one of my long time friends, Haylie!

I also had Dayla and Sloan with me, two fellow Appalachians who have been mentioned here on this blog! I tend to travel with them a lot, therefore I will have a post for the upcoming Mothman festival.

Two food-related highlights of this trip was trying both Crumbl & Panda Express for the first time, both located in Morgantown.

Now if you really know me, you know that cookies and macarons are my favorite dessert. Angelia Pickles ain't got shit on me.

I've seen Crumbl, and their giant cookies, so I downloaded the app to view their selection, which seems to rotate every week, while still keeping the same basic flavors like Chocolate Chip. There is just now a Crumbl location opening up in Charleston, WV, but the one in Morgantown so far is the most established. I ordered two boxes, a four pack for Haylie, and a 6 pack for me and whoever else wanted them. The order came with a hefty price tag, and six cookies doesn't exactly sound like a lot, but they are HUGE, surely share size!

I ordered three chocolate chip, and three of the seasonal. pumpkin flavor.

They were picked up in these little pink boxes, and I have to say, I think this is my favorite shade of pink. They do have a bit of an upscale feeling to them, and they do make wonderful gifts, especially to foodies.

Upon opening the box, I was greeted with thick huge cookies. I knew what Crumbl advertised, but they were huge, honestly, the size of my face. Everytime I attempted to even eat one Crumbl cookie, I ended up eating half. Never thought it would be in my nature to not finish a cookie!

The texture of crumbl cookies is not something all consumers are into, but I would like to state they are softer, and that the texture and consistency will depend on the cookie type. The pumpkin cookies were delicious, and topped with a generous helping of cream cheese. Pumpkin flavored things can be hit or miss for me, but these were sweet enough for me to enjoy. I truly hope Crumbl can thrive and continue to expand their business all over West Virginia & Virginia. So far, I really enjoyed them, but the basic chocolate chip flavor was my favorite of the two that I ordered. I still look forward to the new flavors they come up with.

Now onward to Panda Express,

At this point, I was actually pretty hungry after crash-dieting for the past two weeks, and having a schedule so busy I can't even find the time to eat. Haylie had got us dinner at the Panda Express location in Morgantown, so I know locations may vary, but for the most part, you are going to get the same menu items of basic americanized-chinese dishes that have been appropriated for years. You can find the same dishes at your local chinese buffet, although Panda Express may be cheaper. I had the noodles, and their lo mein noodles were a bit too thinner than what I am used to, but were very yummy, along with their chicken and pork. I'd actually rank this Panda Express location above some of the local buffets I've been to in terms of flavors and portioning, but overall it is still the same dishes, nothing "authentic" to Chinese cuisine or culture.

Overall I had a wonderful time revisiting Morgantown for the first time in three years! In my opinion, it may be West Virginia's most beautiful city!

I want my readers and viewers to stay safe and have happy travels this fall also, and don't forget to put Morgantown on your travel list. It is a very bustling city with lots to do and lots to offer.

(+ Bonus pics of Haylie + Link <3)

#appalachia #west virginia #foodie #weiner dog #tumblr girls #travel blog #city #crumbl cookies #cookies #friends

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WIP Sunday

Hmmmmmn so this entire chapter is from a certain character's POV who I have been trying to obscure their identity though honestly? I don't think it's surprising at this point, I've kinda laid some huge breadcrumbs. Unfortunately, I don't have anything else to post for WIP. I thought about skipping it but honestly at this point? I'm headed into the end game of Seeds and it seems a little silly to try and edit around their presence since they play a huge part in the finale.

So I'm not going to try and hide their identity any further. I post all my WIP Sunday's beneath a spoiler tag so you as the reader can decide if they wish to engage with it. Just know from here on out there will be spoiler characters and potential spoilers headed into the end portion of Seeds.

I updated my master doc through Chapter 28 and holy fuckballs ya'll I'm at 139,137 words. So I am definitely going to break 150,00K. It's also 330 pages in 11pt font. I am not joking when I say I never want to write a long-fic like this ever again. This shit is exhausting.

Okay, onto WIP Sunday. I'll post some context beneath the cut.

As always it's unedited and prolly a bit shit considering I am kinda knackered tonight but it will hopefully get cleaned up and polished further down the line.

🚨🚨🚨 This is your warning, story spoilers behind the cut, engage at your own risk. 🚨🚨🚨

Context: For those unaware, Jango's older sister, Arla who everyone assumed died in the attack on their family homestead along with his parents was kidnapped and held captive by Death Watch for years. They brainwashed her, drugged her, branded her as their fucking property and abused her pretty horrifically until she became one of their soldiers and Tor's assassins. In the Rep Comm books she ends up in a mental asylum, a completely broken and shattered person after getting captured after an assassination gone wrong. It's pretty upsetting all around, especially since Traviss does this SUPER GROSS AND SQUICKY move where they have Jusik ends up wiping her memories of said trauma. And then because it's fucking Karen Traviss they end up together and it's just....so gross. So I went fuck that shit, it's my AU. She's been in Death Watch's hands for about a six years at this point and has some pretty hefty emotional trauma from her time with them. Arla gets captured during a Mandalorian raid on a Death Watch safehouse and it's revealed she's Jango's sister so Jaster and the others are trying to help deprogram her and safely wean her off the cocktail of drugs that Death Watch had her on. It's going....about as well as you could expect. LOL

Okay, onto the snippet....

They reconvened downstairs a few minutes later, and Arla somewhat reluctantly settled at the table next to the Mon Calamari while Jango sat at her side.

“Why are there Jedi here, Mereel?” She asked pointedly as she looked across the table at Jaster.

“Healer Vrootra here may be best suited to assist you in recovering from what Death Watch has done to you. Moreso than even Mij here so they have graciously agreed to meet with us to see if they can come up with a treatment plan for you.”

“I am a fully trained healer but I also specialize in trauma recovery. The Mand’alor also thought you would appreciate a more…let us say neutral third party.”

Arla eyed her Ril narrowly. “You’re a Jedi headshrink?”

“I wouldn’t call what I do that exactly but I do incorporate psychology into my repertoire if that is what you are asking. My compatriots often experience and witness some of the worst things in the galaxy. It can leave it’s traumatic mark on even the most stalwart of minds. And while we are taught to try and release our negative emotions into the Force, sometimes everyone needs a helping hand. I would be that helping hand if you would allow me, Arla.”

There was an earnest sort of kindness that radiated from the Jedi Healer.

“You’ll understand why I would be less than enthused to accept anything from a Jetii.” The blonde said a little ironically. “Others here at this table might be on good terms with your kind, but to me, you’re still our ancient enemies who once ravaged our home world and installed a false government full of collaborators and traitors.”

“That was centuries ago, we can remember the lessons that it teaches us but to cling to bad blood only serves to poison us.” Jaster pointed out with a small frown.

“Yet Mandalore still remembers and still bears the scars of their idea of justice.”

“We did just as much damage to our homeworld as the Jedi did. We cannot lay all of that at their feet.”

“I cannot speak on what the two of you are discussing with any real authority though I can tell you that we view that period as one of our greatest disgraces and something that the Jedi Order has sworn never to repeat. We are not like that anymore and have chosen to take a more neutral and non-martial path because of that shame. I wish to help you, not because you’re a Mandalorian or because I am a Jedi but because it is within my abilities to help health another sentient being’s pain.” The Mon Calamari said with soft sadness limning her words.

“I sense your pain, Arla, just as I can sense the drugs they filled your veins with. And I know you even now, you are feeling the creeping edges of withdrawal from them and how unpleasant it is.”

Surprise flickered across the woman’s face because she hadn’t even told Jango about the cramping she’d begun to feel in her guts or the headache that had begun to pound behind her eyes despite the rest she’d taken.

“I could help to cleanse the drugs from your body and help to ease the pangs of your withdrawal. Or you could choose to follow the medical plan Doctor Gilimar has drawn up for you. It will be a long and somewhat arduous path because you will need to be tapered off of it slowly lest it damages your liver and kidneys.”

“I’m not afraid of discomfort,” Arla said, knowing her words sounded weak even to her own ears.

“I know you do not, you have no doubt faced far worst pain, but why suffer needlessly? Or risk letting yourself be at anything less than your peak physical capability in the face of whatever your future holds? Something tells me you would prefer to be able to defend yourself and your kin.” Ril proved themselves to be more shrewd than the others had assumed because if you wanted to motivate a Mandalorian, implying they might be incapable of protecting their clan and family was a powerful and dangerous motivation.

Thankfully, Arla didn’t take offense to that statement. “Fine, but if you try and play any sly tricks, I’ll pin your fins to the wall.”

The Jedi didn’t bother to rise to that bait, and the two of them retreated to Arla’s room.

And for a while, that was her routine.

Life among the True Mandalorians settled into a sort of pensive holding pattern. Ril Vrootra visited daily. It was discussed and discarded almost immediately that Arla might go to the Jedi Temple but everyone agreed it might be overly much for her to handle from a mental health point of view.

It also went without saying that they didn’t dare risk her leaving the premises because while she’d proven to be a prickly albeit relatively quiet resident, she had not fully won over Jaster’s trust thus yet.

Still, she was allowed run of the floor and eventually the roof, which is where she came across Tal Almec one afternoon.

Arla took one look at the sallow-faced teen and the skittish look in those violet eyes and accurately read him to be one of the New Mandalorian members of the peace talks.

Death Watch had an special hatred for New Mandalorians whom they viewed as dar’manda and traitors to the Mandalorian way of life.

Ril had made some headway in helping to undo some of the psychological damage done to Arla over the years when it came to her captivity at Death Watch’s merciless hands. But it was going to be a long journey.

However, when Arla looked at the boy, she spotted an opportunity and easy, meek prey. A plan began to formulate in her brain as she smiled at him sweetly which seemed to startle the lad.

“Uh…hi. I didn’t know anyone else was up here. Am I interrupting you?”

“Not at all, I’m just enjoying the view.” In truth, she’d come up here after her latest exhausting session with Ril. The Jedi had managed almost completely to flush the potent cocktail of drugs from her system and the two of them had built enough of a rapport that the young Mandalorian begun to open up to the Jedi Healer regarding her time on Concordia.

They had been right, having a neutral party Ril Vrootra had proven herself to be excellent at her profession and new how best to navigate the often dangerous waters of a damaged psyche skillfully.

Arla felt better after each session but it also left her feeling drained both physically and emotionally.

“Shig?” She offered pleasantly enough and going by the way the boy’s eyes lit up, she knew her lure had been taken. From there, she waited and plotted.

She hadn’t even confided in Jango her plans.

Unlike what Jaster might have feared, she had no interest in running back into Death Watch’s open arms.

No, she intended on getting close enough to Tor Vizsla and she was going to kill him. Even if that required she play the part of still remaining loyal to their cause.

Tor was canny, she doubted he would immediately trust her after so long in enemy hands but she knew of his plans and knew when best to make her move. She simply had to find a way to escape the accursed confines of this damn complex.

Which is where Tal Almec came into play.

#el writes #wip sunday #fanfiction snippets #read at your own risk

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the-firebird69 · 11 months

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The huge amount of things to remember one of it is his from this here from the neighborhood in westborough tons of tons of stuff they're wondering around today what kind of horrified they realize they're in trouble lots of them finally I'll send it the whole time it's a disaster and it keeps telling people something that stupid s*** you freaking moron they just keep doing it my wife's ass is about it terrible terrible people horrible so we're moving out and we're getting our stuff done but here what we have here is a box which is mom had and she remembers it and she knows where it's from that sounds like porcelain it's really some kind of metal and it's not thorium but it's an hour and people can't tell and someone dropped it over and said why did that bridge you never mystified by it and it was a curiosity so there are other people here who are a damn nuisance so the box was used to hold certain items in it and it's not Harris she said it was hers but it is a decent box and it's for a certain types of jewelry and it's larger jewelry and it's for bracelets and things like that and heavy bracelets and ones that come to set usually put one set of bracelets in there and for both wrists and or upper arm too and it was used for that in the past but a thousand years ago it was for Egypt and it was in the middle box to hide what it was believe it or not and it didn't have a lock. And people are horrified by that too they should be. And she doesn't have the bracelets anymore but they are part of a Wonder woman set and they're called Diana where and people didn't like it but the name means what it means and that's what it's about. Huge smiles by morons I think they're making fun of him when he's sending a message against them and they have no idea what they're talking about most of them and it's starting up again the chirping the crapping and it's horrible. And they're mean people but really it's clones who sing the song when headlight. They're trying to get it to spread. And they attract a lot of questions. And the bracelets are going to be combined with it and it will head up towards Iceland and that's my area it's my concern and I am on to it and like stink on shit

Thor

I am too the name is that they're stealing from us that's one reason why people are so interested in them and they advertise it a little and Blair and then have nothing to say and nothing to show for it and have to have people take tons of stuff from them to figure it out what it is or not then give out handsome clues and that's a delicate system and it works but when push games to show ignorant people did them in and we do thank them for that

Freya

It's a huge amount of work going on here giant giant Cruise are coming down and it is everybody and it's needed and they need it right now and it's just about everybody you can think of it's all the teams and they're getting together and they're going to be humongous what time it's done it's a giant giant group it's going to encompass just about everybody. It's probably in the numbers of 4 or 500 trillion are coming to Florida to do work and it's overwhelming for the group that came down about only 2 million and they're amazed they can't believe how many are coming but about 1/3 of it are there people

Olympus

Thor Freya and we did narrate the last portion for Olympus and yeah these people sound like women all the time they're asking people for help and where the ones coming down here and what a bunch of freaking losers

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csmeaner · 2 years

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MrGremble (AKA Densy): The PR Nightmare (2/2)

Hammering further on responsibility, when a PR crisis breaks, the worst thing you can do is go silent or piss and cry. You need to come out right away, own up, and start outlining what you're going to do to mitigate the situation.

No obfuscation, no hiding, no cherry-picking. If you are 100% open, take responsibility, and improve from there, people will come to trust you without even thinking about it.

No shit-talking your customers

Mod Shit, do you have Caravan's journal on hand? I can't find it right now but I know it's been screenshot, at least. I remember the two things that set Caravan off after six months of trying to keep what was probably BPD under wraps. One of them is relevant here right now. [I can't either after a quick run-through but will edit and reblog this when I do, if anyone wants to help] [update someone got it for me on wayback machine: https://web.archive.org/web/20200210043035/https://www.deviantart.com/caravan-outpost/journal/What-Happened-With-Me-and-Grems-829902117]

On a drama blog, someone mentioned Densy shit-talking Caravan. That is when Caravan felt compelled to respond. If Densy had remained professional despite everything (and I 100% believe she shit-talked Caravan even though we have no screenshots), Caravan may very well have not made that journal. She may have just disappeared one day.

Densy could have framed it as Caravan leaving social media for mental health reasons. It might have raised a few eyebrows, but most would have left it at that.

You have to change

Aside from responsibility and communication, one of the most important parts of handling a PR crisis is looking where you misstepped, outlining how you're going to resolve it and following through. Virtually every other popular species has figured out how to navigate this part, so not sure what Densy is doing.

Densy's reckless refusal to release more Cypherus into the wild created the environment for the 20K auction to occur.

Densy needed to:

A. Release more Cypherus Grems at a rate where the Cypherus portion of the ML still grew slowly, but not glacially. You do not want huge pressure on a luxury market. It's stressful, and off-putting. You end up with customers going elsewhere or someone spending 20K they shouldn't.

B. Offer more customs and keep a hard cap. It could be fairly high, for example 5K. The point is to increase availability a bit. Again, a marked lack of availability puts too much pressure on your customers and their eyes start to wander toward competitors.

C. Be more transparent. Why are Cypherus so limited? Why is one person allowed to hoard most of them? Why did you let the auction go as far as it did? Why isn't the ARPG ready yet? Why are you so stingy? Nobody likes being kept in the dark and in CS, opacity breeds even more drama.

You have to apologize

In this case, Densy has needed, for years, to apologize to her community. Not just for the 20K drama, either. She has a history of being nasty, cold, hard-to-reach, opaque, clique-y, etc. The 20K drama just brought that to the fore, and people started being willing to talk about it.

Instead of becoming more transparent and improving herself, she's doubled down.

The Grem community has a lot of resentment toward Caravan for a lot of reasons, some good, some not so much. But as time has gone on and Densy hasn't shown any growth since the drama first broke, I think a lot of that resentment is falling on Densy.

She can't lean on "oh, poor me. Caravan made me so stressed/depressed/whatever". Leaning on mental illness or neurodivergency when people have spent thousands and years on you only goes so far. She has no excuse. She has no defense. She has no reason why in two years nothing has changed.

At this point, Densy's just milking the last drops out of this cow

Most of the popular people have moved on or become busy with an actual life. The staff is uncommunicative, whiny, and abusive. The moderators are shit at their jobs. The prompts are boring and unrewarding. Densy doesn't want to do anything to make the species more accessible or just plain fun.

Enjoy your dead cat bounces, but I don't think Densy can move on to greener pastures (at least under this name, with this art style) until she addresses the PR crisis that's been dragging on for two years now. Yep, she could fix some of the damage even now, but that's too much to ask from someone with the brains and personality of a bar of soap.

She's hilarious. That's why I stay in the Grem server. Densy reminds me of my first boss who went from a six-digit managerial job to glorified data entry because he couldn't stop being a total cock.

Keep on stinking, Densy, you crazy pile of cow shit.

#submission #grems

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stardewtales · 3 years

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Your shane x reader are some of the first I read when i got into sdv, and they still hold a li special place in my heart <3 I love the way you wrote shane, jas, and the farmer (you kept the farmer rather neutral, but you still gave her moments of personality, rlly great stuff!), anyway, I'd love any shane related stuff you would do, but if your looking for a request, the reader teaching him abt farming/gardening (planting hot peppers together eee) i think would be rlly cute-ok bye lysm!!!

A/N: hey lovely!! If you're still around, thank you so much for this. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get to your request, but here it is! Hope it lives up to your expectations xx

Shane can feel you hovering behind him.

"What is it," he groans, not bothering to turn around.

"Sorry," he hears you say. "Just, be careful with the roots, please? I don't want all your work to be for nothing."

Well, he can't exactly fault you for that. If anything, he's ashamed because he was distracted while you showed him the whole thing about the roots.

He turns to look at you. "Would you, uh... mind showing me again?"

His stomach twists as you smile at him, thoroughly amused. "Sure thing. Here, let me get in there..."

You kneel beside him, knees firmly planted in the dirt beside his. You proceed to show him how to dig around the roots instead of into them for a second time that afternoon. For a second time, he finds it hard to focus with you so close, but he fights that a little harder this time.

"Here," you hand him back the trowel, "give it another shot."

He can't miss the way the look you give him is so damn encouraging. You've given him plenty of variations on that look by now, with various degrees of concern thrown into the mix. He proceeds to try digging up the pepper plant again, the sun boring down on the back of his neck as he does it.

"Am I getting it right, now?" he asks, glancing up at you quickly.

"Couldn't do it better myself," you nod exaggeratedly, and he fakes throwing dirt at you in retaliation.

It gets a laugh out of you, clear and joyful. It stirs something inside him, the feeling that's been nagging at him sort of often these days. It hits him like a ton of bricks in that moment that this is the feeling he used to chase all the way down the bottles, the sort of rush he used to think would make up for everything else.

He must've made a face when he realized it, because your brows furrow in concern.

"Are you o-" you start, but you're cut off short by a girlish squeal further down the field.

Him and you both shoot up, surveying the surroundings.

"Jas?" you half-shout, concerned.

"I think I need some help," her voice pipes up sheepishly, and the two of you finally spot her, fallen on her butt among the sunflowers.

You huff, relieved, and tell him you've got it with a brief touch on his arm before you leave in Jas's direction. Now that he knows she's not hurt, he can go back to making sense of his thoughts, yet he barely registers the lingering feeling of your fingers on his forearm.

He kneels and gets back to work, distraught. His first instinct is to worry. The therapist Harvey connected him with cautioned him pretty early on about the way some addicts replaced one addiction with another, and that all good things should perhaps be enjoyed in moderation while he was on the road to recovery.

You're the best thing in his life by far, but he failed to keep you at arm's length a long time ago now. He's not dense enough to be unaware that he's developed some pretty strong feelings for you. But this particular feeling is new-ish, and he doesn't quite know what to make of it. As his fingers dig up the pepper plant out of the ground and he gently removes chunks of dirt from the roots, Shane hopes really hard this doesn't mean he's allowed himself to veer all the way of the right path he's been trying so hard to stick to.

He hates to think about it, but maybe he needs to cool off on seeing you so often so he can at least get a grip. He can't even recall the last time he went a day without seeing you. Sometime in the spring, probably? It's the very end of summer now.

After he's transferred the plant to the wheelbarrow, Shane stands up and looks around. You're still helping Jas uproot some sunflowers, even though her initial job was just to collect the stray seeds. Officially, he and her were there to help you wrap up the summer crops so you could transfer some to your greenhouse. In reality, he was helping you; Jas was causing more trouble than she was helping, but you didn't seem to mind at all, more than happy to show her over and over how to handle things properly.

He didn't know how you did it. It's like you had an endless well of patience, and he knew he ought to have reached the pit of it by now. And yet, he had not. There were depths to your kindness that reached far enough that even after dealing with him through his recovery, you still had plenty left for Jas in all her fumblings and ill-advised adventures.

For the rest of the afternoon Shane managed to clear his mind and just keep working somewhat efficiently. Marnie came around just before dinnertime to get Jas, who was too exhausted from running around by then to protest. Marnie had also let him know she'd save him a portion of dinner for when he came home, but to take his time, which he'd made sure to thank her for.

It wasn't long until Jas left before you and him moved on to replanting the uprooted plants into the greenhouse. He liked that part more than the digging up; liked the hazy warmth of the greenhouse more than the blaring heat of the field. The two of you worked mostly in silence, both exhausted, him perhaps more than you.

After you planted the last of yours and he was halfway through his own last plant, he heard you clap your hands together to shake the dirt off your gloves, before you fully shrieked.

"What's wrong?" he quickly turned towards you.

"Your neck!" you replied, walking over to him. "Did you not put on sunscreen like I told you to?"

Shane instinctively reaches for the back of his neck, and while the sunburn doesn't hurt yet, he can feel the tell-tale heat coming off of it.

"Ah, shit. Think I missed a spot."

You tut at him, shooing his hand off so you can take a better look.

"You big idiot," you chastise him affectionately. "You're lucky I have an infinite amount of aloe in the house from last summer."

**************

As Shane steps out of the shower and into your steam-filled bathroom, he can already tell he'll be sore from all this work. He doesn't know how you do this every day. He tries to get a look at himself in the mirror, but it's too fogged up. Probably better that way, he thinks.

He's used your shower plenty of times before, and he's glad that at the very least it doesn't feel as awkward as it used to. While he was still in the pits of getting sober, you'd graciously let him stay over on your couch so Jas didn't have to see him struggle when it got too hard. He still doesn't know why you did that, or how to repay you for it.

After putting on his clothes, he steps out into your living room, where you're waiting for him with a huge tub of the goo you intend to smear on his sunburn. You've showered too, and made him do it after you because otherwise you claimed he'd just wash off the aloe later, which was probably right.

"C'mere," you beckon him over to sit on the arm of your couch.

He chuckles. It's funny to him, how bossy you get when you're trying to take care of him. Nevertheless, he does as he's told and dutifully sits down like you instruct him. And waits.

Nothing happens.

"You okay back there?" he asks, looking over his shoulder.

You raise a brow. "Aren't you gonna take off your shirt? How am I supposed to get this on you otherwise?"

He feels a bubble of panic rush up. He's in better shape than he used to be, but he's still not much to look at, and he doesn't like the idea of you finding that out like this. "Is that really necessary?"

You sigh, and he knows there will be no convincing you. He feels the tips of his ears burn as he lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it at his feet and taking precious care not to look back at you. "Happy?" he mumbles.

"Hmhm," you hum quietly behind him.

You bring your aloe-coated fingers to his burning skin, and instantly he feels consumed by ice-cold flames. He was not prepared for you to touch him quite so gently, to work the gel into his skin in tiny, careful circles. His throat runs dry as he's reminded of his earlier conclusion that he needs to take some time away from you, for both of your sakes. If the way his body is reacting to this isn't proof, he doesn't know what would be.

You let him know you're done, and he promptly puts his shirt back on. He wishes he hadn't when the stickiness gets a hold of the collar.

"So, just a heads up," you start, screwing the jar of aloe vera shut, "I'm gonna be really busy tomorrow I think. So maybe hanging out in the evening when I'm done would be better?"

He's taken aback by the way this is coming up faster than he anticipated. Still, No time like the present I guess, he thinks to himself.

"About that," he clears his throat, "I think it might be better if I spend some alone time for a while."

He watches you still. You look up at him slowly, visibly confused. "Have I done something wrong?" you ask, and it kills him. "I'm sorry if I have, I know I can be a little overbearing sometimes," you start to ramble, but he cuts you off.

"No, no, none of that," he tries to reassure you. "It's just, uh, how do I say this," he scratches at his head, genuinely at a loss. "Remember how I told you my therapist said I should, like, maybe be careful about things I enjoy a lot? And about... strong emotions?"

You nod, but he can tell from your slight frown you're still confused.

"Well, it's kinda like that. I feel really good when I'm with you. Maybe a little too good. Strong stuff. But I don't wanna depend on you to feel... good. I wanna keep this healthy, yeah?"

You ponder his words, and he can tell he hasn't really gotten his point across. "I mean, I think I get where you're coming from, maybe? But Shane, I think it's okay for you to have a support system. Is it really so bad if being with a friend makes you feel good? I think that's how most people feel."

He shakes his head, huffing. "No, it's not like that."

"Then what is it like?"

His eyes meet yours, and he feels weak. "Please don't make me say it," he whispers.

"Shane," you reach out to touch his shoulder, "You're worrying me."

He swallows. Before he knows it, it tumbles out of him. "I have feelings for you. I have for a while. And lately it's gotten a little out of control. So I need some time away from you to get over it, okay? I don't want things to be weird. I need you too much to have things be weird. So I need to figure it out before it gets there."

You stare at him, and he sees so many emotions run across your face that he gets dizzy.

"You... what?" you say quietly after a while.

He feels heat rise from his chest all the way to his ears, like some twisted type of nausea. "Forget it, alright? That's not the point I'm trying to make. I just..." he breathes, "I'll see you in a few days, yeah?"

He doesn't wait for a response. He goes for the door right away, in a real hurry to leave this place where everything is so blatantly yours, down to the smell of your lotion lingering in the air from your bare legs.

But you don't let him leave. He feels your hand on his arm, a real grip this time, and the next thing he knows you're reaching for his neck and bringing his mouth to meet yours. Shane thinks he's forgotten how to make his blood run, how to make his lungs breathe, how to make his limbs move. You're pressing your lips on his with a fervor he didn't even know you had in you. Then, with an instinct of its own, his body kicks back into gear, and he feels himself wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer yet as he pours all the energy he has left into kissing you back.

It's desperation that compels him, because he never imagined this would ever happen outside of his mind, outside of his daydreams. He's not even convinced he'll ever get to do it again, so he's making this one count.

He genuinely has no idea how much time has passed when you break away from him, panting. You're not saying anything, just searching his eyes with yours.

"Please say something," he eventually breathes.

He watches as you swallow, then exhale loudly. "I don't want to see you in a few days only. I wanna see you now and in the middle of the night and every moment of every day. I don't want you to go and get over me, because I don't think I'll be able to get over you if you do, Shane. So don't leave me. Stay. Please."

Your words fluster him a great deal more than he already is. "Okay," he nods, in a half-daze.

"Yeah?" you make sure, still catching your breath.

"Yeah," he confirms. "Anything for you. Of course."

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