#im sorry i call it semi transition

[amara-among-the-stars]

This is a WIP/drabble but Im going to post what i have now. Its Dewther because they have been on my brain lately.

Aether's not going on tour. Dew has a secret talent. Aether finds out about it. Dew also has big feels. Sfw soft moments between Dewther.

I Will Always Love You

Dew drew in a sharp breath as he sat down at the piano. He hadn’t played it in a while but he didn’t want to play his guitar in his room and he honestly just wanted to be left alone for the time being. Copia had broken the news to them that Aether and Sunshine would not be on the upcoming tour. The summoning for Phaeon and Aurora would be happening soon and Dewdrop just… wanted to get lost in the music for a time being.

How Dewdrop found the piano was while cleaning in one of the abandoned practice rooms. Alpha, Ifrit and Dewdrop were practicing fire magic a few months after Dewdrop transitioned into being the new fire ghoul. The pair thought the element suited Dewdrop well; but they still mourned their shy and quiet water ghoul.

Dew spent time fixing the piano up to par. And once he was done fixing it he played it all the time when he had the free chance to do so. It relaxed him a lot. Helped him escape from the world. Currently he was teaching himself Masterpiece by Motionless In White singing softly along when someone put their hand on his shoulder.

Dewdrop jumped, before swiftly spinning around and looking at who scared him. It was Aether who had a huge grin graced upon their lips. Dew’s ears pinned back, and he slightly bared his teeth at one of his partners.

“How long were you there for?” Dewdrop asked, eyes skirting around to see if anyone had followed Aether. The quint ghoul chuckled, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to the fire ghoul’s lips, before nuzzling against his neck.

“When you sang Another Life and then sang Eternally Yours.” Aether stated, pressing a kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead. Dewdrop felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“That long? Wh- Sorry if it sounded terrible. I'm not like Cirrus or Lulu when it comes to the piano.” Dewdrop huffed out, thinking Aether was teasing him. The fire ghoul quickly got up off the piano bench, only for Aether to press his shoulder down and semi forced Dew to sit back down, the fire ghoul slow blinking at Aether.

“No, you aren’t like our girlfriends. They’re good at the electric ones. But you my little flame.. You are amazing at playing the grand piano. I could listen to you play and sing for hours.” Aether explained, brushing a stray silvery blue hair away from Dew’s face before gripping his pointed chin and pressing a hot kiss to Dewdrop’s lips once more. The smaller let out a small whine as Aether moved away only for the quint ghoul to sit next to him. Letting out a confused chirp Dewdrop gently head butted his horns against Aether’s shoulder.

“Play me some more songs my love? Aether asked, looking at his partner. Dew nibbled at his lips and sat back down, breathing in and then out before playing more, letting himself get lost into the song he was playing for his lover. Dewdrop ended up playing Fall For Me and The Love You Want both by Sleep Token. Afterwords; Dewdrop perched himself on Aethers lap and brought him into a kiss once more. Aether let out a happy chitter, despite Dewdrop crying, Aether licked his tears away and wrapped his arms around Dewdrop’s small frame and whispered sweet affirmations into Dewdrop’s ears as the smaller ghoul buried his face against Aether’s chest.

“My darling love. My spitfire. My volcano. I will always love you to the universe and back. Nothing and no one will separate us. I promise you this. I know.. Tour without Sunshine and I will be difficult. But we will be here when you get home. And we will be here for every facetime call.” Aether whispered, holding Dewdrop tight.

Dewdrop sniffled a bit, breaking away from the comfort of having his face buried, wiping the tears away from his cheeks.

“It's not just about you two not being on tour with us… Im.. frankly afraid of how the new ghouls will be. What if they’re not a good fit for not just the band but with the pack? What if… they dont like me?” Dewdrop confessed. Aether hummed and nuzzled against Dewdrop’s cheek.

“I think you need to be there for the summoning… Everyone loves you Dew and I’m sure the new pack members will also love you. Give them time to adjust, be there for them. Offer your time to them. It will be okay Babylove.” Aether explained. Dewdrop nodded, letting out a content rumbly purr and kissing Aether once more.

“Thank you for the reassurance Aeth. It really means a lot to me.” Dewdrop spoke as he cuddled into his boyfriend.

“Always my love. Are you up for playing more songs for me? I’d like to record them so I can listen to you play while you’re on tour…” Aether shyly asks. Dewdrop let out a hearty laugh, tossing his head back, letting his silvery blue hair splay about.

“Of course you goofball. Get settled on the chair over there and I'll play your favorite songs.” Dewdrop answered. Aether grinned and kissed Dewdrop’s cheek, settling Dewdrop on the piano bench and getting up to move and get comfortable on the chair that was in the room. Dewdrop also got comfortable and played a handful of Aether’s songs for him.

Dewdrop felt lighter than when he had felt when he came into his little sanctuary. He was glad Aether found him. Dewdrop knew his first lover and partner would always be there for him; and Dew knew the rest of his partners would also be there for him.

And only time would tell if the two new ghouls would adore Dew the same way he adores his pack and the way his pack adores him. For now, he’ll play his piano for Aether. And perhaps show his other partners his passion.

#amara writes #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop/aether #Dewther #the band ghost #wip #the band ghost ficlet #nameless ghouls

[yourbpdgf]

needy lil princess

busy!albedo x afab!reader

warnings: daddy kink, princess kink, spanking, cockwarming, degradation mixed with praise, semi public sex?, dry humping, no aftercare

(i dont know how to so warnings so if i missed anything let me know pls)

"bedoooo, baby, beloved." you whine,

albedos been working on his alchemy notes all day. hes been so absorbed in them that he ignored all your calls. you were worried about him, so you showed up to his lab which practically doubled as his house at this point. when you got there he greeted you at the door, let you in and went back to his notes, barely acknowledging you. you were tired of waiting for him so you decided to sit in his lap.

is this a good idea? who knows.

are you gonna do it anyway? obviously.

you got up and suddenly placed yourself into albedos lap, surprising him in the process. you straddled him and snuggled your head deep in his chest, grabbing his hands away from his work and placing them around you. this wasnt enough for you though, so for added effect you slightly bounced yourself up and down. you knew your pussy was directly on top of his cock, but you were to needy to care, right now you were thinking with your clit.

"princess," albedo started, not knowing whether he should be angry or not. he ultimately decides you need to be punished for distracting him from his work. hes not going to be outright with his intentions though, whats fun about that? "you really need me bad, huh?"

"yeah! need you real bad 'bedo, but youve been ignoring me :(."

youre so cute you almost make him feel bad. almost, "im sorry, princess. i should of payed more attention to you. let me make it up to you, okay?"

absorbed in the pleasure of your pussy bouncing on albedos clothed cock, you let a nickname accidentally slip out without realizing, "mkay, thank you daddy."

this awakens a new kink inside of albedo, and now he knows exactly what to do for your punishment. "yeah just let daddy take care of you, alright princess?"

albedo picks you up and brings you to bed, strips you of your clothes and bends you over his lap.

"whatre you doing daddy?" you questioned your position.

"you really thought you could disturb daddys work without punishment princess?" albedo laughs a condescending laugh and continues talking, "im gonna spank you and after each one your gonna say 'thank you daddy!'" albedo mocks your voice at the end, his mockery makes your pussy clench around nothing.

albedo notices, "hmm, what a slutty princess i have here. remember your safeword?"

"yes daddy its thirteen!"

"good," spank "girl."

you moan incredibly loud. luckily or unluckily depending on what youre into sucrose and timaeus arent around to hear you whoreish moans,

"thank you daddy!"

albedo smiles, glad you remembered his words, if you keep this up hell end your punishment quick.

spank

"fuck! thank you daddy!"

albedos other hand makes its way to your clit rubbing slow circles before quickly transitioning into harsh, fast figure eights. this has you moaning and screaming albedos name

"albedo! daddy! more! 'm gonna cum-"

spank

"remember this is a punishment princess, you dont cum until i say so." albedos gently reminds.

"thank you daddy!"

albedo flips you onto the bed, on your back as you hold your legs up. albedo strips himself of all his clothes and climbs on top of you. "'m ready daddy! dont need to prep me anymore!"

"are you sure, princess?" albedo questions.

"yes! need you right now!"

"alright then."

albedo slips right into you, grabbing your ankles and holding them over your head, his other hand rubbing your clit. he thrusts into you at a steady pace, gradually getting faster. and faster. and-

"fuck, fuck, fuck! daddy faster! harder please!"

albedo grants your request, he moves you to the side a little to get a better angle. the angle that hits the spot just right.

"daddy! daddy! 'm gonna cum! gonna-" albedo suddenly starts going slow again, reminding you of his words he says,

"didnt i say you dont cum until i give you permission? what a bad little princess." you whine and whine, upset your second orgasm was ripped from you,

"daddy im sorry! please let me cum!"

"hmm, are you really sorry, baby?"

"yes! yes!" albedos pace goes back up to the fastest he could go,

"cum, princess! cum with me!"

"daddy 'm gonna squirt! gonna make a mess!"

"go ahead baby!"

your essence squirts everywhere, as albedo paints your walls white. you both pass out onto the bed, falling asleep with albedos still in you. albedos face is stuffed in your hair while your cuddling him. your arms around eachother as you sleep in the most intimate way possible <3.

my eyes are always so cloudy when i try to write, like im not crying or anything my eyes r just clouded up 🤷‍♀️ anyway i kinda spaced out while writing this so idk how good it is oops 🧍‍♀️

masterpost

#albedo x reader #albedo x reader smut #albedo smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #anime smut #smut

[apollos-boyfriend]

i’m sorry this is probably SUCH a weird question to receive as an mcyt blog but . would you consider college to be easier or harder than high school??? im going to college soon and it’s scared me shitless because everyone says it’s 90x harder than high school but high school kind of kicked my ass. so

okay so. as a quick disclaimer. i AM in a semi unconventional college, being an art student, so i cannot speak for the usual experience of going into like, math or science or anything. but from my experience? it’s infinitely easier. as someone who also had his ass kicked for like, at least the last half of high school.

the general education classes i’ve had to take (math, english, etc) have largely covered things i already learned in high school. general education took up most of my first year, which acted as a really nice transitional to get used to college regulations with subjects i was semi-familiar with already. even now that i’m past those, things have still been so much easier. while i may spend longer on projects than i did in high school, i wouldn’t call them much harder, just more time-consuming.

outside of the actual schoolwork amount, it is so much easier. high school fucking drains you. the atmosphere is hell, you’re stuck in a stuffy building with multiple people you absolutely despise, you’re stuck in that frustrating spot between kid and adult, etc etc. college is so much more freeing. no one cares about stupid interpersonal drama. you can more openly exist as yourself. it’s so much easier to find others like you. that alone makes the actual schoolwork feel so much lighter, because you’re not as stressed about all that other shit on top of your homework and grades

#muse talk #anon #i hope this helps! and best of luck w college!! #it is. very daunting at first. esp because high school teachers have this complex of making it seem like literal hell #but honestly. it’s so much better than high school. unless you go to like an ivy league i do not think it is as bad as they make it seem

[yourlocalearthling]

N-y-m-p-h-o-l-o-g-y

Me: *vibing* Melanie: "Stick you're 👃into you're mouth" Me: *mixed emotions*

Lmaoooo Melanie must have been very upset when she was writing this song cause like-😭 Its no longer D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E it's now N-Y-M-P-H-O-L-O-G-Y

◇Lyrics◇

V1

Call me, you're nymph

Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin

Call me, you're muse A sprite or an elf you cry to then use

I will not suffer, (ah-ah)

Cry under covers (ah-ah)

Im not you're mother (ah-ah) ah-ah~

Chorus

It's nyphology, not psychology

Be the manic pixie dream girl that you Fukin' ought to be

Damaged oddity, bought by sothebys

Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophesy

You can't even spell but you're an 'expert' in nyphology

N-y-m-p-h-o-l-o-g-y, that's nyphology

V2

I'm not fiction, I'm not fae, I won't like you're wounds today

But I'll throw you in the ring

Get you with my suffering

I'm not crazy, I'm not wild you're just stupid, little child

Get you're image off my back. I'll give you a heart attack

I will not suffer, (ah-ah)

Cry under covers (ah-ah)

Im not you're mother (ah-ah) ah-ah~

Chorus

It's nyphology, not psychology

Be the manic pixie dream girl that you fukin' ought to be

Damaged oddity, bought by sothebys

Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophesy

You can't even spell but you're an 'expert' in nyphology

N-y-m-p-h-o-l-o-g-y, that's nyphology

V3

Don't treat me that way yeah, you're acting like a wannabe

I won't be ashamed yeah, for loving you so honestly

You're in the spell and it worked, and I'm returning the hurt

Im kicking you're ass out, flutter my wings while I pout

Stick you're👃into youre mouth, I'll make you choke on you're doubt Cut you off, watch you die just a fairy with knife

Chorus

It's nyphology, not psychology

Be the manic pixie dream girl that you fukin' ought to be

Damaged oddity, bought by sothebys

Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophesy

BEAT

Call me you're nymph

You can't even spell but you're an 'expert' in nyphology

Call me you're nymph

N-y-m-p-h-o-l-o-g-y, that's nyphology

RAP😍😍😍😍

Diamonds and rubies, the star, in all movie's wears me out

Big pockets I am her favourite locket keeps them drooling

BEAT

The semi-precious ain't as cold and they're curious

Where did I get refined? Get my cuts and my polishes?

I am too many karate for you're budget ask the jeweler

You're boyfriend tried me on, wore me out

Made him cooler, like moldavite or emeralds from Colombian andes

It will be the brightest, the brightest green you've ever seen

Ancient and its protective an expensive rarity, so rare it is offensive I think you will agree

IM SORRY BUT CAN WE SHOW MORE LOVE TO THE TRANSITION TO EVIL!???!?!?!???!???!?!!

#NYPHOLOGY #PORTALS #melanie martinez #EVIL #Lyrics

[ogeeitsme]

(CW - medical stuff, maybe dysphoria inducing?) A question to distract you from the current distresses: do any of you experience social/body dysphoria and, if so, would you undergo hrt and/or surgery if given the chance?

It’s okay! But it is funny that your suggestion for a distraction is related to dysphoria skbssjb don’t worry, I want to answer this question!

So being a system is Weird sometimes because the body, if you don’t have a “”main host”” is honestly like a mascot for your system— and of course you all have to agree together so you can be happy with the body and how we present it- so we can be comfortable.

Jamie used to make all the decisions- and we kind of made her make most of the decisions because she was the “main host”.. so we kind of like, “grew up” around asking her for permission for everything. But time’s changed and she’d rather send us motivational posters like a supportive mom on the side of the bleachers kshsf (no longer a main host and she’s kind of retired now, but deserves it)

ANYWAY, that’s context. To answer your question, we kind of all agree the body is like... non-binary/trans in general.

For who experience social/body dysphoria- almost everyone does honestly! Especially as fictives we 100% know we do Not look like this (though I guess that’s body dysmorphia?). Dysphoria not in the gender sense- we feel a lot, but in the gender sense- we do too. The “older” you are as a system member, the more you try to get used to it though. Chara can have dysphoria sometimes, but they’ve learned to set it aside and not care- most of their dysphoria is honestly personal and depends on their gender for the day (always they/them, but they are genderfluid)

I don’t actually get dysphoria as hard, because.... I don’t.. care?? Sjsbdjb we’ve describe it as this way before. Sal (me): i don’t care about my gender. Kris: Do I need to have a gender? Chara: I refuse to have a gender.

Based on your gender as a headmate in our system, you’re just bound to get dysphoria of some kind. The only people who barely feel it I would say is: Chara (they shove it deep down), Myself (too busy planning outfits for the body), Crowley, Jaiden.

Anyway, focusing on body dysphoria, we actually do plan on having surgery some day! Top surgery specifically and we’d be happy to end it there. It’s either that or reduction because it’s Very uncomfortable to Have These and Everybody absolutely hates it. It’s VERY unanimous, so it’s our collective goal.

We were thinking about HRT at some point, but we decided against it. We’re a voice actor/impressionist and a singer, so it would be bad for our hobby. We actually like this voice! As a “mascot” voice besides as Jamie’s. While we know some of us miss our own voice- like Peter’s and my own, we don’t think this is much of an answer. And then, while we know there’s more to it than just affecting our voice (if it does at all), we don’t really plan on fully transitioning any time soon. We kind of.. want to maintain a really androgynous look if possible. We’ve kind of accepted this body’s facial features and so on... but to change completely is something we think we don’t need (for now), and that’s okay

Sorry it’s so long! We never get body related LGBT questions (because they’re really interesting to answer. Usually you’d answer an LGBT question individually but transitioning is something we all have to decide on collectively) so I guess I wasn’t prepared and didn’t know how to shorten it haha, thanks anon!

#if i was insensitive to some things please tell me #Jamie discovering they were nonbinary and us all agreein on the mini transitioning things is new to us #jamie found out they were NB like... 2 years ago? a year ago actually #then we started pushing for us wanting to get surgery this year #from sal #ask to tag #transitioning #Ask #anon #i know that nb = trans but trans =/= nb #also ill say we for simplicity sake #when we figured out we were NB it was a good step in the right direction #but when we starte using the word Trans it was a really empowering word even though were not in the binary #the white stripe is for us... and saying ‘im trans’ or ‘the body is trans’ makes us feel more better about wanting to semi transiiton #im sorry i call it semi transition?? i wont say that anymore it sounds... like im trivializing it #ill just say we’re really excited to get surgery soon #we need more trans friends we arent intimidated by #like we KNOW trans systems but theyre so cool and we cry thinking about aaking question HSBBS #i mean more of IRL #Sorry this ask is such a mess i guess its obvious talking aboit being trans/nb for the body is Wild and makes us nervous??? god #its like coming out but Again. then again its not like we stated it anywhere on the blog before #im gonna stop talking now #edit: also it’s only VERY recently we’ve been making the body’s pronouns they/them #jamie’s pronouns change a lot but the body’s they/them and it feels SO GOOD

[myers-meadow]

Confessional!sex with priest!michael while a parishioner confesses their sins to him

🖤slutforguts

Thank you for the reminder! It is done <3 (sorry for spelling mistakes, i did proof read but im very tired and i wanted to post before bed)

I have several tabs open to look up what everything is called in English and now I'm going to bed horny as everloving fuck after writing this. <3 'God' intentionally not capitalised. This is very much a 18+ nsfw/not safe for in church/not safe for on the subway piece. I WILL also write some Priest!Bo Sinclair too in future.

Title: Damned by a Kiss.

Wordcount: 2216 w.

Warnings: Michael Myers, all smut, some choking, some voyeurism?, semi-public sex, Michael is a priest, blasphemy, slight possesive language, female reader!

When you returned home for the summer, it seemed nothing had changed. You hadn’t been gone that long, but not stayed longer than a few days at a time. And now you were back. For the entire summer. It was a slow, humid summer. You found a job at the ice cream shop by the town centre and you went home each day smelling of the peach flavour the shop was so famous for.

The first Sunday, your parents convinced you to go. ‘There’s a new priest, he’s different, progressive, young,’ they said, ‘you’d like it more now’. And the church building was the only place around that was colder than the outside, so you went.

The echo of the slam of the heavy wooden church door felt nostalgic. The smell of the incense made you feel young again. The wooden bench was chilly enough that you felt it through your thin cotton dress. The service begun. The voice of the pastor was quiet, deep – the kind of voice that mesmerises. The priest himself was… interesting. It was difficult to tear your eyes away from his large form. He was young too, for a priest.

When you exited back into the disgusting heat, he greeted you by the door. He firmly pressed the hand of each visitor. Your parents and you were one of the last ones, people were still talking in small groups before walking or cycling home.

“Ah, you are new here?” he asked, gentle smile behind blond hair. “I noticed you didn’t take the eucharist.”

You shook your head, wry smile. “I haven’t been in a few years. Not as much my thing as it used to be. It wouldn’t be proper of me to participate.”

“I see,” he said. Seemed so understanding, so kind. “If you want, you can always come talk to me. I’ve had a few crises of faith myself, it can be good… to question.”

After that, the thought of visiting came once in a while. Another week passed by, you didn’t have to be convinced to go to church. And the week after, you ran some errands and ran into the young priest. Some easy chatting, small talk, some jokes. His name was Michael, you hadn’t even bothered to ask before. There was something about his smile, the way he helped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder, hand lingering on the skin… Was it wrong to feel like that about a man of god? And for him to look at you with such a look in his eyes? Your gaze trailed over him, how his muscular arms and chest filled out his suit, the messy hair. He could have been anything.

“You must think it’s pretty strange for me to be a priest,” he said. “Many think I don’t look the part.”

You shrugged, hand held out to stop the sun from blinding you. “Even if it’s strange by someone’s standards, that doesn’t really mean anything, does it? Not if you believe you’re doing the right thing.”

He stepped aside to block the sun for you, the rays transforming his hair into a halo of gold. His rough hand pressed yours. “Come by sometime. After you’ve confessed, you can join the others in communion. I can tell you have some things on your mind. We are often in transitional periods in our life, but a little guidance can’t hurt. I will only listen, if you prefer.”

The musty smell of the old wood and cloth greeted you as you stepped inside the church once more. It was late afternoon, after your shift, Wednesday. It took your eyes some time to adjust to the darkness inside. A chill ran over your arms, you didn’t bring a cardigan. There was no one inside, unsurprising. You made your way to the altar, to look at the statues, before going to the small chapel room. Pushing some coins in the intended box, you lit a candle, and sat, by the statue of Mary. Footsteps echoed through the building, it was Michael.

“Hello Father,” you greeted him, voice quiet.

He looked you over, crow’s feet by his eyes as he smiled gently. “Would you like to confess?”

“I don’t remember how… I could try?” you said. That was good enough.

He led you to the wooden booths, separated by the decorative grating. As he motioned you to, you kneeled in the spot, before he took his place in the other compartment of the confessional. The scent of incense prickled your nose. It felt strange to kneel.

“Do I just talk?” you asked. “Will you answer?”

“If you’d like me to, often I don’t.”

You shifted, your bare knees on the stubby green felt. The silence fell thick between you. You couldn’t see him, but you heard his steady breathing. “I have had feelings, recently. And they only grow stronger.”

“What kind of feelings?”

“The kind of feelings someone may have for someone else. Feelings you’d consider sinful. And perhaps there’s more, since it’s forbidden. He is, I mean.”

“I am not quick to judge, nor is god.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Kneeling is rather uncomfortable, Father.” So you stood up, stretching your legs, examining the redness on your knees.

“You’re not done, are you? Come here, then.”

Michael pushed open the wooden door, and you stepped in. It was rather cramped, but not as small as you thought. He made room for you on the bench. His thighs were so broad that you were fully touching him. He looked down on you with a particular spark in those blue eyes. The warmth of his body so close was electrifying.

“Normally we wouldn’t do this,” his voice barely a whisper. His eyes were dark, and it was even darker inside the booth now that the door had clicked shut. “You were discussing your feelings, desires, for someone?”

A finger trailed up your underarm, it tickled. “Yes,” you breathed, “you see, he’s not-“

The hand slid up your thigh, ever so slowly pulling up your long floral skirt. “Go on.” His voice was just above a growl. A warmth crept up your neck and cheeks.

“He’s not married, or taken. He’s very charming, and whenever I see him, I just want to…” you bit your lip. “Just want to touch him. Feel how he would hold me, how he would taste.”

The hand on your leg gripped down the flesh. Breathing ragged. “And who is this man,” Michael sucked in a breath, “that makes you desire him so.”

You whimpered and your hand found his. “He’s a holy man. He wouldn’t get it, it’s sinful.”

He leaned into you, gripping your chin in a punishing kiss. “It’s not a sin if you have confessed it,” he hissed, before pulling you into his lap. You shifted so your skirt wasn’t in the way, a leg on either side. Something hard pressed right there against your core.

“Father, is this truly..?”

Michael growled, a primal sound, and it was answer enough. Your lip between his teeth, you leaned into him, his body firm and warm. His broad arms caged you in, if the cramped confessional didn’t already. Rough fingers unbuttoned your blouse and pulled it down your shoulders.

“You’ll be my little angel, wouldn’t you?” he said, breath hot on your ear. Sharp nips were eased with sweet whispers, trailing up and down your neck. The roughness of his hands and teeth made you throb. He pushed down your bra, found a nipple to toy with. Another hand groped your ass as he moved your hips against his own. “Doesn’t that feel good? Do I make you feel good? How could this be wrong, my love? Oh, you taste so sweet.”

Your hushed moans and whimpers were enough of an answer. His hair was soft as you tangled your fingers through. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable. Your hands moved down his chest, to press against his trousers.

“Will you sin for me, Father?”

Immediately a hand around your throat forced you to look at him and he pressed his lips to yours once more, in a mean, biting kiss. You could do little else but enjoy it, panting as you pressed your pelvis to his. With combined effort, his erection sprung free, already wet at the tip and velvet smooth. A vein trailed around the side, and you stroked it, each touch caused it to spasm. He muffled his groans by biting your neck. Then it was your turn. His fingers slid over your labia, then pulled at the fabric that covered them.

“Take it off,” he said, voice thick with lust, so low it was barely audible. “Take them off.”

In an attempt to move away, you hit your head on the door, not too hard, and Michael’s patience ran out. As you leaned back, he balled his fists in the fabric and tore it with barely restrained strength. Something was off about that, but your head was far too clouded to care. More gently, he pulled you back to him, one hand over your hair, the spot you had hit on the wood, soothing it over. The other found your clit. You jolted at each light touch, much like he had, then he pressed harder, circling slowly.

“Michael,” you moaned sweetly in his ear, before nipping at the lobe, “don’t you want to be inside of me?”

Fingers dipped inside, experimental, and they found you already wet. That little taste was nowhere near enough. It had been so long since you last had sex. He scooted forwards on the bench, and you were able to wrap your legs around his waist. Sliding his cock up and down to coat it in your slick. You moaned as you lifted yourself and positioned the thick head. The stretch of just that was unlike anything you felt before.

“You feel so good, oh, you’re so hot,” you breathed, noses pressed together. His hips stuttered.

“My sweet little angel,” he murmured. “I’ve been dreaming of this, of having you all for me.”

Each centimetre you pushed down on his cock opened you up more. Eyes pressed shut in concentration. The pace you were sinking down on him was unreliable and messy, and then, finally, you pressed against him. The deepest sigh, straight from the belly. His cock was nestled so deep inside, pressed against a particularly sensitive spot.

In the distance, a heavy door opened and shut. You turned to the noise.

“Shit,” you cursed, but Michael’s grip was firm on your hips. Just the little flex inside was enough to make your head lull back. It was instinctual how your body moved, such a right feeling, such a blessing of a feeling, to be filled so completely. Your movements increased to a rhythm, guided by Michael’s hands. His fingers dug in the skin almost painfully, but the sting only added to the sensations. On each pull, you swore you felt that vein at the side rub your walls. The spring of your arousal wound so tightly.

Footsteps treaded closer. A wooden step, then, a deep sigh. A woman, she kneeled to confess. You pressed a hand on Michael’s shoulder, to attempt him to keep slow, to not make any sudden moves. The other over your mouth. The woman muttered a few prayers, before turning to the priest.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” Her words were sure, and you still moved. Up and down, unwavering with help from the priest’s strong hands. As her confession droned on, Michael didn’t say a word. He struggled to keep his breathing regulated, but any slip-up she mistook as sympathy.

His lips by your ear, breath tickling. “Keep moving.”

Hand freed from your hip, instead grabbed hold of your throat. Instantly you tightened around him, supressing another whimper. You wanted to beg him, for anything. The pace was deep, oh so deep, sweet as he hit just the right spot each time. It was too slow to release anything of that pressure. It felt like an eternity until the woman stood up from her position. She took her time stretching her legs, before leaving. Even before hearing the door fall shut, he released your throat, and pounded up into you at a punishing pace. Still hitting deep, the increase was all you had been silently begging for.

“Feel so good, my little angel,” he whispered, pressed against your sweaty skin.

“Oh, Michael, please, please…” you moaned. “You feel so good, oh, please.”

He groaned, pushing you down on him harder, the sound of flesh slapping flesh, slick from sweat and arousal. “Why don’t you cum for me, angel? Look at me, yes, good girl, look at me when you cum.”

And that was what you needed to unravel in his arms. Even in the dim space, you stared into his half-lidded eyes, seeing his desire for you in them. Clenching down on him, and his breathing stuttering as he growled and released deep inside. Softer thrusts then, pressing impossibly deep as you both rode out your orgasm. He kept you pressed to him, stayed inside.

“I think I have a confession of my own, too,” Michael mumbled, before he pulled you in another kiss.

#michael myers #michael myers x female reader #rz halloween #rz michael myers #halloween #slashers #slasher community #rz michael myers fic #slasher fandom #sinful #blasphemy tw #priest kink #priest!michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #fanfic #ask #blasphemy #unsafe

[shooting-stars-only]

So. I do not consider myself a radfem, TERF, or even gender critical. However, I have found myself reading more and more posts from radfem accounts and I'm kinda scared to say that they're starting to make more and more sense. I still support trans people, and most of the ones i've met are genuinely nice people that I wish all the best. However. I just dont buy into everything thats being said about including trans women who have not fully transitioned (aka no top/bottom surgery, hormones, etc) into women's bathrooms. I also feel ( no matter how hard I try to deny it) uncomfortable at the thought of letting trans women into lesbian bars, because its unfair of women to show forced attraction to literally the thing they came out as not being attracted to? Does that even make sense? Im confused, and worried, because most of my friends are very liberal an dsome are even trans/non binary/genderfluid, etc. and as much as I love all of them, Im starting to see things that they say or do that just dint make sense and seem suprisingly like something the media has brainwashed them into believeing and parroting. Idk what Im looking for- clarification? Reassurance? A horrible response so I can go back to hating/being against "TERFS"? Sorry for the long ask.

Hi anon! You totally make sense. I think a lot of us now-radfems had very similar experiences. I know I did. I'm no feminist scholar, but I do like to babble talk, so I'm going to give you my perspective on your points, then some resources that might help you sort things out. Though I am not going to touch on philosophical topics like postmodernism because frankly, I'm still trying to understand the details myself. First off, I know trans people whom I like very much. I used to ID as nonbinary and I still have friends from that time period who are pro-gender ideology. I don't think that individual trans people are evil, want to cause harm, or are intrinsically bad people. Personally, I approach the groups of trans people and Trans Rights Activists differently; the former are regular people who are doing their best to survive, like most of us. The latter are the ones pushing gender ideology into the public view and causing harm. There is considerable overlap, but this Venn diagram is not a perfect circle, so I'm being super-specific for clarity's sake. That said, some radfems genuinely do hate all trans people. I disagree with this, as you can see*. I take what I semi-jokingly call the JKR stance on trans people: many of them are good people. All of them deserve absolutely every human right that anyone else does, including respect, protection from violence, and medical care.

But there's a phrase that goes something like "Your rights end where they encroach on mine." That is my problem with gender ideology and the trans rights movement. Because proponents of gender ideology and trans rights are genuinely encroaching on women's rights. They are passing legislation to change the definitions of gender to be based on feelings and not on any material facts, suppressing not just the needs but the very existence of biological women.

Your mentions of lesbian bars and women's bathrooms are perfect examples—the eradication of female-only spaces in favor of ones inclusive of trans women (males). Women are being de-centered from womanhood—not just in feminism, or even in pop culture, but in the experience of being female and having female-specific needs.

So, why is this problematic? (PS: I don't know how much radical feminist theory you've read, so apologies if you're already familiar with these concepts.)

Female socialization begins at birth (or even before) and consists mainly of the stereotypes of femininity being enforced on us. This socialization is part of what creates the divide between the oppressed and the oppressor. This is true regardless of when a person transitions; they could be ten years old and still will have lived 10 years being treated as their biological sex. This is just true, regardless of what anyone says. There are countless studies on the topic, which I can link you if you want, and of course, our own lived experiences—females are treated differently (worse) than males, and it starts before girls can even consciously realize it.

So, females want our own spaces because we have different needs, for physical and social reasons, and those are being taken away. This isn't ~TERF hysteria~ but objectively true; males want into our space and society is being convinced to let them have it. In fact, I would argue that trans-identified males (trans women) are appropriating oppression for claiming discrimination when females assert boundaries for their female-only spaces. It is fundamentally unfair to expect women to drop their boundaries to be inclusive of males.

(oh god I wrote literal paragraphs on other material consequences of gender ideology...not posting them now but can share if you're interested)

You also mention that you've noticed your friends parroting ideas that don't make sense to you. You aren't imagining that or making things up. The words "groupthink" and "thoughtcrimes" get thrown around a lot, but I really do believe there is a massive suppression of critical thinking or even asking good-faith questions about gender ideology going on—you are socially punished for questioning it, and sometimes legally punished. So, many of your friends may be supporting TRAs out of fear. Some might feel powerful because of it and be happy where they are. Some might buy into gender ideology because it's easier than thinking critically about these concepts—I was like that for a long time. Gender ideology gave me nice, pat rationalizations about my own feelings, cushioned me from acknowledging the reality of misogyny, and provided a friend group based on the queer community. But it is fundamentally not true, and I decided I care more about truth than my own emotional comfort.

(That said, it did take me years to come to this conclusion, so I empathize very much with women who also take time.)

So what I'm trying to say here is that your concerns are valid. I encourage you very much to do your own research and form your own opinions on the topic of gender. Contrary to what some TRAs say, reading or watching radfem content is not going to brainwash you. For all I know, you'll think, "wow, this is bullshit." (I suspect not, but you never know.)

Regardless, learning about radical feminism will inform you, and you can take what you've learned and decide what to do with it. Please remember that you are a smart woman who doesn't need to adhere to the gospel of any community because they say so.

(And for what it's worth, I've found radical feminist communities to be much more open to differing opinions and debate than queer communities ever were.)

Here are some resources:

Material Girls: Why Reality Matters for Feminism - Kathleen Stock (I adore this book. She has a very measured take on the topic and concentrates on the impacts of gender ideology as a whole rather than on individual cases.)

JKR's infamous essay, if you haven't read it

Detransition: Beyond Before and After - Max Robinson (A tentative rec because I only just started reading it, but it's an account of a woman who underwent transition due to dysphoria, then detransitioned as she discovered radical feminism. Short summary of a complex book, but it might be worth reading.)

Good luck, anon! Please feel free to DM me or send me another ask if you'd like. I 1000% will never out anyone who contacts me.

NB: Can any of my followers contribue video resources anon might find helpful?

*I want to acknowledge that as a 30-something bi woman in a long-term het relationship who doesn't do much social media (or even interact with many people IRL), I haven't been exposed to the bigotry, hate, and occasional physical violence that, for example, an early-20s lesbian might have. I'm sympathetic to women who've experienced this and understand their anger.

#anon.txt #terfs do touch #terfs do interact #radfems do touch #radfems do interact #gender ideology #gender critical #long post

[souriisms]

hello there, so ... it’s been a while huh?

i’m sorry for my disappearance, life just got real crazy and honestly that was a much needed hiatus and break. but!!! i’ve really missed being here and i think i am finally ready to come back! who’s missed me???

but with my return, i do wanna say a couple things. one, i am going to be dropping all my drafts and starting fresh, that’s just honestly much easier for me and makes the transition back into things much better. two, i’m still going to be semi slow and not super here all the time. i still do have a bit of in real life stuff going on and stuff that will keep me busy, but i’ll be here when i can! three, all of my canon muses for the time being are going to be request only. honestly i really just need to go through them and decide if there’s anyone i wanna get rid of and split them up into primary/secondary/request only but until i find the time to do that, they’re all request only. and the last is just, i have a number of muses i want to eventually add but for right now i have added just two new ones as they’re two i’ve been sure about for a while and that’s sirius black and blossom utonium.

okay, i think that’s all i wanted to say in my return post but anyways! i’m excited to be back, and start interacting with you all again. i’ve missed you all so much. also i’m gonna be popping over onto @shinctogethcr​ to make a post there too, and then get a starter call up on both blogs and maybe reblog some memes. come hit me up in the ims to chat if you want, i’d love to talk to you all and see how you’ve all been doing!

#( ooc ) #(i've missed you all so much truly i have. i'm ready to unleash these little pains in the asses of mine onto the world once more) #(also let's hope me deciding to do this at 9 pm wasn't - too much of a mistake bc of time and yes) #(but i just finally sat down to do it and am too impatient to for wait for tomorrow)

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#34)

And we continue with 5x11, the stage is set for quite a playoff episode, and i am HERE FOR IT.

my reactions / recap / flailing under the cut

Omg there are “welcome home Tim” signs up?? Poor Luke is jealous of Becky and Tim talking.

Damn, Tim definitely seems fucked up from prison from just that convo with Becky about the Landing Strip alone. Tortured boy.

Aw, we love to see excited Eric with a bunch of excited East Dillon Lions in the locker room after a winning playoff game!

Anddddd here come the budget cuts to burst the bubble. “Anyone need a donut? Some of you won’t have a job next semester.” Damn worst he’s seen it in 27 years? “Anyway, uh...pray.” Damn.

“Where’s the union in all of this, you know?” damn, they have a union at this Texas school? That’s good, but it seems like a weak one, which i’m not surprised about because, again...Texas.

OOOOH Tami’s getting recruited to a Philly college and they’ll fly her out to interview her?

LOL the dudes are yelling “state, state, state!” jumping up and down in their front yard? “Get out of my front yard, you’re making me look bad!” this is so wholesome.

Oh jesus poor Vince, his dad is trying to bring alcohol home when his mom is a recovering addict? What a selfish fuck! “I just don’t know.” OK BYE.

Ahhh Smash Williams is on the TV, playing football in a professional game while Tim Riggins works at Buddy’s bar...this show is just *chef’s kiss*

Oh he sounds so sad and “meh” as Buddy tries to make small talk about Smash’s success. Oh my poor Tim.

OH Jess noooo you taped another team in the division? The fear and drive in her eyes as she nervously tells a very stressed Eric she wants to be a coach herself...I love that.

REALLY? One of the coaches had to do the laughing and “you’ll never be a football coach.” “What, because I’m a girl?” “I didn’t say that.” “Yeah, you did.”

OMG I’m dying, the subtitles while Luke and Becky make out on the coach say SMOOCHING. Adorable!

“Don’t stop for me.” Wow, growth for Becky that Tim is the one walking in on her relationship now. “Use protection this time.” MUST YOU TIM?

Oh shit, football is “revenue neutral.” Truly wild that Tami, Eric, and Levi are having a convo about the whole program possibly being cut while the team loudly celebrates making it to the quarter finals all around them! The visuals in this show are superb.

The sound of “all the way to state, all the way to state, all the way to state!” in the background as the camera focuses on Tami and Eric, watching over everything with sighs on their faces. They carry so much for this town and this team.

Oh shit it’s Bryn Mawr she wants to interview at? And omg they want to interview on the Friday of the semi-final. It’s all happening!

Oh yes some high-stress practice in the pouring rain while Eric has budget cuts and Tami’s interview on his mind!

Okay i get you’re stressed Eric, but calling Jess a “pest” for showing you an article of a female football coach is not it! Although it is WILD Jess took a physical newspaper clipping out to show Eric in the pouring rain. I love her.

Yes, Billy, you are def on the chopping block with these budget cuts. But LOL at him making fun of that dude who repeats everything everyone else said

Tim is so much quieter and more stoic. It tracks. Billy, are you really surprised he doesn’t want to relive his former glory days rn? (Although i have a lil feeling Tim will show up at this game at the last minute!)

Oh shit they’re on Billy’s front lawn now? This is so cute, the parallel moments of “wait a minute, I hear something” and coming outside to find this team with so much heart!

Oh wow they are getting BOOED at this away game. You know they’re good now!

“You never saw so many people so quiet.” I love Vince and his mom’s relationship so much, my heart.

Oh god is daddy all drunk kissing up on his wife who is SOBER? Sir, what do you not understand about sobriety?

Oop and he’s got “gifts.” What shit is he back into?

Wow, hands on the mom and he’s clearly dropped the drugs he’s flipping. There it is.

Yes to the BBQ people asking if the MOM is alright and kicking the dad’s sorry ass out. That’s how we do it.

I really love the way they’re transitioning through this period of playoffs—the locker room updates to their progress with the radio in the background, the chants after each win — then making way for Eric dropping Tami off at the airport. Semifinals are here.

“The time when I need you the most?” “You really gonna bring this up now, on the way to the airport?” Tami’s right, she’s been nothing but straightforward all along! Tami supports you, Eric, let her have her fucking moment.

“Well, you’re kicking my ass.” “Yes, that’s right. Your ass needs some kicking.” “Who’s going to cook dinner for me?” “Oh, poor baby. Gracie.” LMAOOOO yes Tami! Get him! I’m dying.

Okay, Eric, you are forgiven—he looked up the female football coach to talk to Jess about but got the last name wrong!

“14,000 high school football coaches in the country, and that’s one. One out of 14,000. You like those odds?” “No, I think they kind of stink.” “So do I.” Awwww.

“I’m not asking to play.” YES JESS! I love the growth she’s shown over her two seasons. Now she knows what she wants! And her persistence is paying off—Eric’s gonna let her shadow him?! My heart!

Damn Tim is VERY bothered by Becky working at the family business (The Landing Strip.)

Oh God what i feel like Tim sees in “one of Becky’s regular customers” is someone he has an excuse to let out his aggression on. He’s clearly just so fucked up by his life not being what he wanted it to be—and by even the life of those he loved and left behind on the outside not being what he wants for them.

“She’s 17 years old!!!! A high school junior!” I mean, FAIR. Fair fucking point.

Oh fuck this emotional scene between Tim and Billy in the parking lot...DAMN that was a hard punch in the face Tim just gave Billy.

WOW Tim is gonna hold onto taking the fall for Billy for a long time. Fuck. “For the rest of my life, if that’s how I feel it needs to be.”

Billy looks so fucking sad on his knees in the parking lot.

Regina changed the locks! Yes gurl, do not let that man back into your home!

He’s trying to break down the door...oh honey, no. “You’re blowing it, Pop!” I’m so proud of Regina for standing up for herself and Vince.

The visual of Luke riding up next to Tim’s car, and then driving past Becky and Tim fighting, as they pause to watch him go...ART. Also, why is Tim so resolutely like “I got to go. I got to go.” Intrigued.

“There’s only gonna be one football team in Dillon next year.” “Well, which program are they cutting?” “That’s next week’s fight.” DAMN. So much is happening in one night!

Yep, Eric just summed it up to that reporter: “One of those teams is going to state. And i don’t think you’re gonna eliminate a team that goes to state.” They’re fighting for the very existence of their team AND the state championship in one! This show!

Oh wow Luke does NOT want to hear Becky’s apology. Oh nooo!

Aw Regina and Vince communicating about how she needs to “take a meeting” so she can’t come to the game and him saying that’s more important...again, the growth! My heart!

OH they made up Braemore? Really sounded like Bryn Mawr LOL. Go Tami!!!

(These white dudes do not want to hear a woman saying they should rethink their approach. STOP YELLING AT HER, SHE’S RIGHT.)

Oh Mindy, crying at Tim not to go, about how much Billy cries at night, how much they both love Tim. IM EMOTIONAL

“You’re different, you know that?” “Yeah. I am.” ABOLISH PRISONS.

DAMN this semi final game is a NAILBITER

They did it at the last minute, YES!!! Nothing beats the excitement on the team’s faces as they embrace!

Damn Tim returning to his old trailer? Drinking beers alone and doing very not well as he listens to the radio static. Sigh, poor angsty boy.

Aw the woman who interviewed Tami is so kind. Telling her she did well at dinner.

I literally gasped then went AHHH! when the college dude came to dinner and Tami’s all politely like “thanks for the opportunity!” And the guy’s like, “yeah yeah i have two kids to put to bed, anyway we’re offering you that old asshole’s job.” “Dean of Admissions???” YES QUEEN

Damn Eric and Tami are BOTH killing the game, what a fucking power couple.

Eric has the whiteboard on the bus to accompany this “we’re going to state” chant. Amazing.

“We missed the field house.” “We’re not going to the field house.” OMG all their fans are waiting outside to cheer for them as they return?? How beautiful!

Oh my poor babe Vince, all he wants is to know his mom is safe.

YES he found his mom! My heart dropped when Vince’s face betrayed some fear he couldn’t find her. I’m so glad they can celebrate together, oh my heart.

And then you see Eric looking around for Tami, lost because she’s across the country contemplating a life-changing job offer...WOW. Two episodes left and the deck is truly STACKED. This show is art.

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x11

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki SSL Cross Short Story Kazama “Hobby” Translation

Only one SSl Kazama Cross Short story left....also incoming rant at the bottom as I’m feeling freaking exhausted and annoyed.  -.-

Enjoy the translation... if you are able to. [lol yeah im also upset]

Hakuoki SSL Cross Short Story Kazama x Hobby

Translation by KumoriYami

Inoue: 3rd year class 3 students, hello. Although it no longer seems/may no longer be necessary to introduce yourself, give your name. I am the school cafeteria's Inoue. [cafeteria can be subsiituted w/ canteen, dining hall, etc.]

noue: Today's fifth period class/lecture is special, as I am in charge of it as the lecturer/as I will be your lecturer.

Inoue: Although wearing this is a bit embarrassing, nevertheless treat me kindly [alt: please take care of me].

Kazama: Ah. Unexpectedly having you come to teach class/teach this one [me], is a big deal. [Alt: I can't believe you've come to teach me, this is no small task/ this is not meant for someone without capability.] [not sure????]

Kazama: Hey, what is the contents of today's class/lecture? If it's too boring this one [I] will not spare you.

Inoue: Today I'll be teaching you how to write your resume. As third year students, you will face the opportunity/prospect/challenge of getting/going to university and getting jobs/getting a job, and I believe that there will be more opportunities to write resumes/ believe that the opportunities for writing resumes will increase.

Inoue: Therefore the school has decided to entrust me with sharing my knowledge with everyone/So the school has decided for me to give a lecture to everyone as someone with work experience.

Inoue: Next please prepare [take?] a blank resume. Discuss with your classmates and think about your strengths, and write them down in that column. [Probably meaning: Fill in the blanks]

Kazama: ——Full name: Kazama Chikage. Age: unknown. Specialties(/skills): there is nothing that this one/I cannot do.

Kazama: Next is hobbies.... Let's write down observing human behaviour. [I think?]

Inoue: Well, it turns out that Kazama's hobby is observing human behaviour. I believe/ I'm sure you have a lot of experience in observing human behaviour, [so] you can use these experiences as a highlight to introduce yourself/highlight in introducing yourself...

Kazama:......What are you talking about?

Inoue: Nn?

Kazama: Did you think that I would actually observe the common rabble? That's simply ridiculous. Kazama: To be my target of observation during the day and night [alt: at all times], [there is] only one person. [basically: There is only one person who has my interest at all times.]

Kazama: Right/That's right/correct,  that is my wife, Yukimura Chizuru, only this one person [only her]!

Inoue:............

Inoue: That is not calling observing human behaviour, [rather that] feels as if should belong to a more dangerous category/classification.....

Kazama: Almost forget. In the spouse [martial status] column draw [put] in a ��〇”.

Inoue: You can't fake [a/your] resume......

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i’m not sure if i’ll get to  finishing the cxm 2017 otomate party drama this month.... 

P.S. i’m going to rant now since i am 1000000000000000000000000000000% sick of the federal election news coverage. [sorry but this is how I cope. also i intend to vote and did watch the federal leaders’ debate]

I’m seriously fucking tired of hearing about the federal election that I will be voting in. I wish people would realize that regardless of how good it may be to have more money in your wallet, a point i will not argue against since money is a necessary resource for any country since economic activity is required to do anything, including investing in transitional and cleaner alternatives and technologies, but it will mean less than nothing if you don’t have a livable environment or air to breathe. The lack of understanding on this by the what-will-not-be-named c-party of Canada, especially aggravates me. If they really wanna scrap the carbon tax, that’s fine, but they seriously need an actual environmental plan that will do something aside from giving b.s. lip service. I mean, really, will any amount of money be enough if you can’t breathe? Just look at what air pollution has done to Asia.

I’ve always said and believed that if you don’t have your health, than you have nothing, but why does it seem that so many politicians seem to believe that money is like the only thing people should care for? The threat of climate change is very real, and it’s most direct impact on people as individuals will be through the air unless someone somehow don’t breathe in oxygen. Increased air pollution, and the subsequent drop in air quality has contributed to the deaths over 2 million people every year and ignoring this, which has gotten significantly worse due to increased global temperatures, is simply unacceptable.

It just feels like no one thinks long term about the environment in politics. No one seems to care or connect how global warming will actually have effect the economy. For the example of air pollution, increased sickness and diseases related to the increase in pollutants in the air will mean more people needing healthcare, which will in turn affect  the number of people actually contributing to the economy. With an already aging population, and one that is also shrinking, that also means less people contributing, and increased deaths or just people being unable to work as much since they either require care, will overall mean less money they can spend to support local economic activities, which will then result in the recipients of said money with less money to do the same thing and result in less economic activity overall, which therefore also means less economic growth, stability and prosperity, and less money to support those same social services that people will need to rely on as the demand for healthcare increases.    

*sighhhhhh* 

Seriously i could go on, but I’ll refrain from writing an essay right now... though I will say that I’ve done projects/speeches that were related to the the environment and climate change in some way for almost every single year I was in school since grade 4 and I do my best to follow news related to the environment so I do know what I’m talking about.

Anyway, this will probably be the only semi-political/semi-environmental rant I make before election day... and until next year... at least unless something seriously pisses me off after the election ends.  

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki game translation #Hakuoki SSL Cross Story Translation #hakuoki ssl #kazama chikage #inoue genzaburo

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Revenge (extended edition)

So I’m sorry it got way longer than expected. You don’t have to publish it if you think it’s bad :)

(Warning: 18+ language.)

Revenge

Honestly, Agni’s always felt like he’s not really good enough for you. It’s nothing you or anyone else did; it’s just that he thinks you’re pretty much the most amazing person in the world, too amazing, and he… doesn’t think that he’s good enough for someone who’s the most amazing person in the world.

You’re the proclaimed “ genius-billionaire-philanthropist-player”. You had your first Ph.D at 14. You cured three type of cancer, one of which was how you two met- because your cure saved him. You made your fortune in tech - “real life Tony Stark” was on your Time magazine “Person of the Year” cover headline. You negotiated a peace between the two Koreas. You cured AIDS! For goodness sake. Peoples may have their opinions about how you seem to be, but your fuck-all attitude is so impressive, the Kardashian pays to go to your parties that were hosted without you ever showing up.

But him? He’s nothing.

No wealth, no fancy degree, no family worth speaking of - other than Soma. He’s just a kindergarten teacher for a private school where the tuition per year is almost more than his own salary. You saved his life, the reason why he’s not six-feet under but towering over most people at six feet five inches.

“Palpable eye-candy.”

“He’s exotic, we’ll give him that.”

“A kindergarten teach? Fo’real? That’s what The She IRL Tony Stark is into. Damn. I’m better than that and I can’t even find a date.”

“Pfft. probs keep that blond mop-head as a philanthropy trophy.”

“I wonder if he’s actually a pedo? Or a tranny, no real man is that pathetic.”

“Ay’yo ma, kill urself so I get a chance aye?”

“What do you call a male gold digger? A man whore?”

“Man-whore, man-slut. Whatev.”

And so on.

He hides these tweets, comments, gossips - whatever they are from you. Good thing that despite being the Tech magnate, you don’t care much for social media, other than what the trending memes is.

Until one day when he couldn’t. Even from all the loves and hugs and smiles he’s receive each day at school from his wonderful students.

“They’re funny!”

You insisted with a mouth full of strawberry starburst. It’s hard to imagine that the woman who brings fear on a world-stage level is his wife. Wearing long ebony hair in a messy bun, buried oversized sweater (previously his) stained with BBQ sauce, lounging around on the sofas, munching on chips, and cackling at memes he can’t understand, it’s hard to believe you’re the same person that walked out the door with butlers and guards trailing behind you.

That said, it’s moment like this that reminds him of how much in love with you he is - and the shame bubbles from inside him, clawing at his throat, threatening to spill over. The same feeling he’s been having since the media caught wind of the fact that you two are married.

He sat down behind you, surprising you with a hug. He figured that if he buried his face in your back long enough, he’ll regain enough composure to stop himself from crying from the sheer cruelty of people he’d never meet.

(You’re not surprised when he hugs you of course, he’s always been the more affectionate one. Correction, he’s the epitome of affection, love, goodness, and anything that’s GOOD^tm.)

(While you are, in short, an emotionless, semi-borderline psychopathic asshole and mostly an impatient bitch. If it wasn’t for Agni, you would’ve just blew North Korea off the maps with their own nuclear arsenal instead of spending months of planning with the joint forces of the South Korean government, the USA, and U.N forces.)

(You never once stop complaining during this time. And it was the God of Patience, personified as Agni, the only person who could manage to calm you down every time you’d wake up in the middle of the night, rambling about how much faster it would be to “Just. Bomb. The. Shit. Out. Of. Those. Commie.”)

(You still can’t understand why to this day, Agni refuses to accept his critical role in your so-called “peace negotiation” of the Koreas”.)

“What’s wrong?” You asks nonchalantly as you scrolls through your thousandth meme for the day. It’s one your way of keep yourself sane - the main way being Agni, obv.

“It’s nothing. Just work, nothing you should worry about.” He answers, resting his face on your shoulder, “but also, you promised me you’d drink less.”

“I did. I’ve only got two beers and half a bottle of mini-Jack Danny today.” You bit into a chip. Something’s off. He doesn’t usually brings up your shitty alcoholic habit unless it’s seriously too much, or if he’s deflecting.

“Uh, sure you did. I can still smell it on your breath.” He replies in a disappointed voice, his Teacher’s voice. The one he knew that you hate. Or at the most, mildly dislike. It is an impossibility to hate him.

“Whatever. Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know? Grading some kiddie finger painting or something?” You snaps back in a bored voice, , expecting him to muzzle you with your bowl of chips in return.

Instead, Agni pulls away, you turn back and his eyes are just spilling with hot tears.

You froze, unsure of what to do. Your computer like mind immediately rewind itself and methodically sort itself to all events within the past 72 hours to see where you might’ve gone wrong to make him cry.

“Why did you marry me?��� He asks softly, refusing to meet your eyes. He withdrawn himself away from you, tucking his normally large body into the corner of the sofa, his fingers tugging at the hand-casted gold ring, “I..I was never good enough to deserve you.”

“Whoa. Um. Where exactly is this coming from? Who the fuck told you something like this?” Your eyes narrow dangerously. Agni wouldn’t just break down like this. You’ve been married for two years to him, and the news has only broken six-months ago. You’ve made sure to silence the press so that Agni can transition smoothly - apparently you fucked up somewhere along the line.

“What? No. I mean it. I’m serious. Between you and me. I’m nothing. I’m not even as great as Pepper Potts, and she’s Iron Man girlfriend.” He rambles on, his face still streaks with tears, “I’m just a teacher for a bunch of little kids who’re lucky enough to be born into wealthy families. They’re the best kids. I just.. I don’t know. Im not a professor for a prestigious college like Sebastian. I’m not the heir to a title like the Phantomhives twin. I’m not brilliant in any way comparable to Sieglinde. I’m..im..nothing.”

You stares at him. Wordless after hearing the words that came out of his mouth. A strange rage that you haven’t felt in a long time bubbles up inside your gut.

You haven’t felt rage in a long time because you have him.

A familiar desire to kill something uncoils itself from years in hibernation. You haven’t desire to kill in so long because he was next to you.

All that was bad and evil and rotten within your are locked away because he is the sun of your life.

The light of your days. The guidance in your path. The reason you haven’t drank yourself to death or overdosed on some concoction of drugs.

And here he is.

The most beautiful and perfect existence in this damn planet. Saying all these bullshit about himself. The audacity to believe his own words.

Someone will pay for this. You seethes. “Who? Tell me who.” You calmly asks as you yank him towards you for a tight hug. You’re stronger than he is after all.

“No one. But it’s true, isn’t it. You know that it’s true.” He hiccups, resisting your hug. You can feel the heat from his baseless shame radiating.

“All right. Don’t tell me.” You clicks your tongue.

“Tanaka! Show me all of recent Tweeter, Facebook, Instagram, and others relates to Agni in anyway.” You yells into thin air, moments later, the house AI, Tanaka, responded with all of what Agni has been trying to hide from you.

“Why? What?! No! No please. Stop it! Tanaka stop!.” Agni’s head perks up, frantically waving for the AI to shut up to no avail.

You skim through the flashing holograms, your blood boils at the comments, and tweets, and re-tweets and all the shits you’ve always been too busy to care about.

If these had been directed at you, you couldn’t give less of a shit. But no, they target the only thing, the only person you hold dear above all else. This calls for war.

And you’re very good at war.

Agni sees that flash of cruelty in you, the one where you beat a man twice his size to death because that man dared to kidnapped him. The one where you casually placed a bullet in the head of a former dictator in front of her rogue son. There’s a darkness in you. So dark and cold and cruel that he can’t believe he’d forgotten it still exists.

He begs you to reconsider, and try his best to muffle the black fire he can see is growing. The way your eyes darken. The way your nostrils flares. It terrifies him.

And so he begs you to calm down. To not let your anger gets to you. Try as you might, your sole vulnerability remains to be his puppy-dog sparkling eyes.

So tou calm down. You tell him him that it’s ok, you won’t do anything. If it’s all right, you’ll just block all of these nasty comments from his social media’s. Better yet, you suggest that he go on a “detox”. No more social media for him, none whatsoever. For a whole month until this all dies down.

Agni agrees feverishly. He apologizes for making you worry - something which still slightly pissed you off when he apologize for anything. You carried him to bed, he blushes, you made gentle love to him.

And when your beautiful Sun is fast asleep with his silky white hair resting on your top-grade silk pillowcase and his beautiful body cozied under your thick Turkish fiber blanket. You kisses his him gently and leave the room.

And you wage war.

You tracked down every single IP address of every single nasty commenters and tweeters and posts and retweets to their live owner. You made a list.

You commandeer their bank account, their stocks, their saving, their livelihood. Everything that are of value to them.

And you burned it all.

Temporarily of course. Agni would be devastated if he ever finds out what you’ve done.

You decided to let these fuckers suffer for a whole week, maybe a little more the worst of offender.

When you’re satisfied with all your doing, you return to your bedroom, where the light of your existence remains fast asleep.

He has the cutest snore

You smile as you snuggle next to him.

#revenge tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Agni #fic #reader insert #submission #follower writings #angst #hurt/comfort #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SWEET BOY #GO BADASS READER

[scoutbert]

Hey so im just like a little confused on where you stand on the matter. It was a lot and I'm not sure I understand. Do you think you can sum it up for me? (Abt the whole trans/genital fetish thing)

Where I stand:A gay person is a homosexual person. This is same sex attraction. It is exclusive of those not of the same sex. Trans ideology states that sex (the state of having XX or XY chromosomes, and the primary (genitals) and secondary sex characteristics thereof [facial hair, breasts, wider hips, voice level, general shape of the body]) is a concept different than gender. I agree with this ideology.The definition of gender is now vague and confusing but it seems to me, at the very, very simplest level, the way a person presents themselves according to the unspoken, unlisted rules of femininity, masculinity, or androgyny. This includes pronouns, fashion choices, hair style, etc.Essentially, I agree that sex and gender are two different things. I also believe they are very interconnected due to the way society assigned gender stereotypes to males and females based on their biological sex. That also distinguishes the difference between body dysmorphia transgenderism (feelings that one's body is not correct, that it is not the right sex, leading to great discomfort, depression, anxiety, and suicidality) and gender dysphoria transgenderism (feeling as if the gender you present as is wrong, forced upon you, uncomfortable, etc) which are like 99% of the time comorbid due to how intertwined sex and gender identity are. Again, all these statements are very brushed upon and generalized, but if you want more detail I would be happy to make an actual, long post about it, backed with sources and everything.Now. Homosexuality and transgenderism are at odds with each other currently. Trans people wishing to quell dysphoria/dysmorphia and pass as their gender identity call themselves gay or lesbian if they are attracted to people of the same *gender identity.* In the past, gender = sex so I believe this is where that stems from. Calling themselves gays like this can quell dysphoria by asserting them as same sex, which is what they want, which is something I understand so deeply and personally you don't even know.However, by the very definition of a trans person- someone whose biological sex does not match their gender- and the definition of a homosexual person- someone exclusively attracted to same-sex people- you cannot call yourself gay if you are a trans woman exclusively attracted to cis women. You cannot call yourself gay if you are a trans man exclusively attracted to cis men.That's where I personally stand, as a lesbian. I have a semi-unique perspective on this matter because for a long part of my teenage years I identified as either nonbinary, and then even longer, as a trans man. I have detransitioned because transitioning did not relieve my dysphoria, and my body dysmorphia has been linked to past sexual abuse and trauma through extensive work with my therapist, who also specialised with LGBT youth for several years.As for "genital fetishes." I think calling gay people "genital obsessed" is recycled, masked homophobia disguised as progressivism. I believe sexual orientation, once figured out, is not changeable, regardless of hormone replacement and clothing and presentation. I believe calling us transphobic for not considering trans people as viable dating options homophobic. I believe that being a woman is necessary for me to be attracted to someone, but it is not sufficient for me to date her. After all no one just dates everyone of the class they're attracted to, there are certainly other prerequisites, such as if we share similar interests. I believe "hearts not parts" being forced as a mantra to gay people is homophobic because it implies we should not consider our sexuality when searching for a partner that, you know, we want to be sexual with. It implies our sexuality is fluid, rather than innate and fixed. I believe calling everything gay when it is not is homophobic.I believe that when I was a trans man I didn't "become straight" because my sexuality still leaned towards women. I was still attracted to same sex people. I did not "transition back into being a lesbian" when I shed my binder and grew my hair out and used she/her pronouns once more. I used to be on the side of the majority opinion on this site that being a trans man attracted to women made me heterosexual because it "is transphobic because it implies trans men are not real men." No. Acknowledging biological sex is not inherently transphobic. Now, would I go up to anyone and say "are you REALLY gay?" Because that is fucked up. But there needs to be critical discussion on how trans ideology intersects with, and opposes homosexuality, and I believe calling each other names and insulting and blocking each other is not the way this conversation should happen at all. Critical, objective debate is almost nonexistant on this site, which is to be expected considering how hot the topic is and how most of us are reactive, hotheaded, tunnel-visioned young adults and kids, but it needs to start happening. If you consider me transphobic for these beliefs I hold, fine. I'm sorry you feel that way and I'm sorry if you feel as if your identity has been vilified or attacked by my opinions. But just remember my statements here have not harmed anyone.I have not contributed to the discrimination, condemnation, or oppression of trans people with this post. I am open to rational debate. I am not expecting it. I am expecting a plethora of "pee your pants, terf" and "you're a transphobic c**t!" instead. Call me "the identity police." Whatever. I just felt very strongly about this topic, having been vilified and condemned myself by my parents and family for being gay, and being asked by people like trans woman Riley Dennis to "reconsider my penis repulsion because it's an effect of societal influences" rather than an absolute unchanged internal personal thing.

[gobsthegoblin]

I seen your depression post. I was just wondering if you know any tips for binge eating? Either i don't eat at all. Or I eat till im sick. Also, my fam doesn't really handle emotions very well, and im afraid maybe im not depressed? Im just making an excuse to be lazy? Im really good at school and work, but when I get home, i can lay in bed or on the couch for hours. Not even sleep. Just staring. Cuz i dont feel like moving. Im really tired and confused. Thanks for your help.

hi, anon! i’m sorry to hear you’ve been feeling this way :( i hope i can help in some way.

before i start rambling please remember i’m not a professional, im just some asshole on the internet sharing my personal experiences, struggles, and triumphs. that being said, here’s some Thoughts.

i also struggle with binge eating, and for a long time i felt like i was fighting a losing battle. i gained almost 50 pounds and i felt disgusting. i hated how i looked. i hated how eating made me feel. it’s taken some time for me to adjust to a semi-normal eating schedule (as i have a history of eating disorders), but one simple thing that’s always helped me was putting my food on a plate. that way i was forced to measure out a normal amount of whatever i was eating and not just down a whole family size bag of chips in one sitting.

another thing that has helped me is mindfulness which i KNOW everyone is tired of hearing but seriously when i’m sitting and thinking about the individual flavors and textures of the food i’m eating i slow down a lot and notice when i’m full a lot sooner.

try to think of food as calories to make your body run. think about the way the foods you eat affect your performance as a human. i used to use food as a reward system for myself a lot but i always wound up overeating completely. i’ve tried to transition my thought process to more of a “food is fuel” kinda vibe.

cooking and learning to cook has helped as well. when you’re taking the time to make a whole meal and appreciate the ingredients individually as they go together, you wind up taking more care in your eating. plus, it gives you time to really consider what you’re eating before you eat it, whereas packaged foods like cookies and chips are instant gratification with delayed regret :-/

the last advice i’m going to give for the binge eating is brush your teeth! after every meal, if you can. you’re a lot less likely to give into temptation if your teeth are shiny clean and minty fresh.

as for the depression, i understand your family situation on a personal level. both my partner and i were raised strictly irish catholic, with strict rules against medication for mental illness. i was the first person in the history of my ancestry to seek help for my depression, and a lot of my family has shunned me for it. my name isn’t even allowed to be spoken in my paternal grandmothers home, like a curse word. people called me crazy, wrote me out of their wills, stopped calling on my birthday and started sending vicious letters followed by immediately cutting all ties with me. getting properly taken care of was a serious struggle for me that has only lessened slightly.

but every day i can take my antidepressants is a day i can manage through. i was the same way when i was in school, until i realized i wasn’t fine. i was a zombie, going through my day on autopilot. i would go to school, do all my work, go to work, come home, do my homework, and go to bed every single day. it was all i had the energy to do. you’re not lazy. depression makes you have no energy. it makes the most menial things drain you completely. it makes getting out of bed feel like climbing a fucking mountain.

getting help is hard. admitting you need it and you’re not making up excuses is harder. but it’s worth it, anon. it’s so worth it.

#anonymous #answered #long post #binge eating #depression #em talks #mental illness #okay! hello! i'm outside getting eaten alive by mosquitoes to avoid my dad!

[rookiewithachance]

ok you know what this is getting its own post so tumblr doesnt delete half my tags and therefor half the shit i have to say about this like it did with the first version of this post

personal shit below the cut—nothing bad or graphic or triggering (unless you count minor gender dysphoria and parents not getting it...) just me ranting about my parents and the gender identity crisis im going through right now.... so read at your own discretion 

i knOW that this isn’t like a special or new issue.... this shit happens to lots of people, where they’re going through gender identity crises or what have you, and when they talk to their parents about it the parents just don’t fuckin get it. they’re not even like angry about it they just actively don’t understand, and they do it in a semi harmful way.

but listen okay l i s t e n

if i have to listen to my mom say “but why do you need to label it, why can’t you just be you” one more time im gonna mcfuckin lose it ok

she means well i know she does and she and my dad are from a very different time where labels were considered Bad but listen ma, i love you but a) why does what i choose to call myself bother you so damn much especially when you can see that im upset about it when i brought it up, and b) this??? IS me being myself????? that is exACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING RN im trying!! to figure out who or what myself is!!! but thank you!!!!! for adding to my doubt and feeding the voice in my head that tells me that i’m just making shit up and that i’m taking away from the people who are actually going through gender stuff and that im just overthinking myself..................... because lowkey it feels like thats what im doing. and i know i kNOW that that’s probably not true because that’s exactly what i did with mental illness and boom would you look at that, and my mental health is probably affecting this as well, but...... mER

i dont even know if i can CALL this gender dysphoria... idk like that phrase carries such weight to me and this doesnt feel like its... at that level?? i dont feel like i was born into the wrong body or that i need to transition in any way bc to me my genitals dont have to define my gender. like look ok fuckin listen i have a fuckin vulva and a vagina and mammaries’r’w/e and shit but that doesnt have to mean im a girl. i dont need a dick to be masculine, just like i dont have to have a vulva to be feminine. which side tangent why do i even care masculinity and femininity are both social constructs and are complete bullshit in my opinion so whY DOES THIS EVEN MATTER TO ME??? @my brain what the actual fuck why are you like this

anyways

its not even like.... being referred to as female is what bothers me. i don’t mind she/her pronouns, i dont really care about what pronouns people use for me, but it’s just................. when someone uses female-coded or even male-coded language in reference towards me. things that started as gendered but became more neutral like dude or babe and other shit dont bother me its just...... like listen every time one of my parents calls me baby girl it lowkey actually makes me want to cry, and i dont know why i just feel so shitty being called that

i also just sometimes.... feel more masculine or more feminine than other times and wanna present differently. like im considering looking into getting a binder because i really feel like that would help with the presentation stuff but also!!! theres that doubt again!!!!! ahahahahaha silly kelli ur not trans binders arent For You and if you buy them that’s appropriation or something, either way its bad and you should feel shitty for considering it :)

is this like................ idk, is this genderfluid???? is that what this is??????? idk idk ive just been saying gender nonconforming bc that covers the gist of it and lets me sort my shit out without the pressure of needing to “””stay true””” to whatever label or thing i use..... again, another irrational anxiety but h e y thats me for ya

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is getting long but heres the thing: i love my parents. i really fucking do. they have their shortcomings of course because being the perfect parent is literally impossible, but all in all im pretty fortunate to have such loving parents. but theyre just. theyre a lot right now. i get it okay i do, they miss me and theyre going through separation stuff and they feel like theyre losing me or whatever but like...... i dont........ want to video chat every night, like we did my freshman year. i needed that then, and what i need now is...... space. some space to figure out how to be a singular entity doing shit for myself and having time to be alone with my thoughts yknow. my mental health is in the goddamn sewers and i havent been sleeping as well as i should be and im feeling overwhelmed with schoolwork and clubs and then of course all this gender stuff started happening :) so yeah sorry if im not very talkative when you chat with me every single night. i dont have much to talk about, and the stuff you guys talk about???? sorry but.... i dont really care. its shitty to say but i just. i dont. i love you guys but i have better shit to be doing than talking about who you saw in the coffeeshop this morning or what happened at work

and see, normally i would talk to them about this. but i just... dont think that would do anyone any good. they wont understand it, and then when i explain it theyre just gonna feel dumb, and theyre gonna forget and slip up and never remember and then just go around feeling guilty about it without ever changing their language...... and their guilt is gonna make me feel like shit too. so whats even the point of telling them about it?? of getting them to actually sit down and listen instead of bringing it up in the middle of sobbing my way through my woes and my parents asking me well meant but upsetting questions and then moving on as if nothing happened 

sigh........... idk. thats about it i guess. congrats if you got this far, im sending you digital hugs. words of support are of course appreciated but not at all necessary, i aint fishin for anything im just here to lay it all out in one place. hopefully i get some of all this mess sorted out. if i had more money id just go ahead and buy a binder but im a bit strapped for cash. not broke per se but i have very limited funds and those have to carry me through the entire semester, so....... trying not to make any unnecessary purchases and my brain refuses to justify a binder as something worth the money.......... which again, is probably not true, but.... we’ll see.

much love to you all, im gonna head to bed and try to sleep cause i got class in the morning and i still havent finished the readings ;3

#personal #about me #long post #//fingerguns #im not really looking for answers or anything i just needed to put it all down in one place and idk why else do i have a blog than to #send my thoughts spiraling into the endless void of the unforgiving internet to be lost to obscurity #//flails limbs #im tired #night yall

[gg-astrology]

i have cap moon in natal and bit my tongue to the point of it being numb last night and still can't feel it and just hit my hand on a chair and feel like i sprained it and these past few days have been the worst period cr*mps i've ever experienced and am coming down with a cold ALL AT ONCE so what you're saying makes sense screw these transits in Particular hope they have been treating you better

update: my hand is swelling and hurts a lot and im calling the clinic tmrrw

EYE—- please take care and try to be careful eyemskdjnfaknk 💕💕💕 there’s really no playing around and is coming for blood i hope we proceed with some more caution as well 💕💕

In other news, Pisces Venus/Saturn semi-square today so if you’re feeling sum typa way about ur relationships/interactions with others, it’s a good idea to try and revitalize, organize and edit, try to align urself for improvement/bettering thoughts/decisions (Aquarius Moon now– as of currently) bc we’re in Aries Sun Aquarius Moon territory now! 💕 

Anyways, I hope you’re better kjsdnf 💕💕 And that it’s healing well and soon aaaah ;; 💕💕💕💕I’m sorry accidents been happening oof, pls be careful 💕💕 

#transits #astrology asks #anon #asks

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars        Brothers

I know of one of the weakest episodes the                                    weakest relation,

     I’m enthused          (No I’m not)

     Whoa,

      It’s red 

     WHY IS IT RED??

      You had one episode      about Ven         -tress

      Is it now her       show?

        Seriously,     what happened in that       episode?

   Hold up

  [Let        me        ch-          -eck]

    Nope still is season four

    Now with an      apparent drop in           quality

   Great

    [ *Cracks open*]

 Ai-     ght

   O-h

   B-ea         ten

   Ah      no,      he was shocked which yeah     should’ve     resulted in him being unconscious

   But     ,“beaten”?

     Not the word I would’ve use     there,  

    To be         hon-est,

    Cr-ea             -tor

     Oh he exist-      ed before her          *Spell           *             So,       He’s not        exactly Franken        stein here      (Frankenstein‘s          monster        if you’re being      damn specific]        Un-less..

    Any-how-

      Sense           Him,

       Bull            shit,

        But          Okay,

      (Seriously            Dooku is just having all the vengeance today,    

         Sav-age Op            -press

        I mean everyone’s pretty       equal on energy        so       I guess an experience                    And confidence                  (He can-                    )

             *Seriously what is up with the coughing thing I know that was a something from the Og,        But it has     to mean something,

 And have forseeable        consequences

  (Aka add to the story)

   “A threat..”

   Dude you consider-ed Ven         -tress a threat last episode,

      ?

   (Like Maul was apprenticed to Si-d-ious who by all means should be higher on the chain of command than     V-en-           -tress-                -)

          (The power chain is all               screwy,)

             Though I do kind of give them points for addressing the criticism I had last episode, of grievous being assigned assignment way                         below his belt,

              Also excluding a few circumstances this is just constantly kicking with Grievous while      he’s down,

   And I’m honestly expecting a       Face- turn         any day             now

      (Like he got a glow up one episode before                it          promptly got            thrown away,            ,)             )            “ All       of us,”

       All of us         en-ablers,

    “Con-trol,”

    You can’t control       an adult human being           groomer             (Se-              ntient)                  .                A din-n                   -er

   Also why is the waitress bot                fle-e-ing

   Like wouldn’t it’s protocol dictate,         Either conferring with a customer or                Order-ing them to                       leave?

   Like why by any name       would you program your waitress bot            to panic               .                 And frigh        ten-      patrons?            .       Why           -         A-ight-           -         W-h

   Well,     that went on to long to be funny     (Having it just cut to him ordering a cheeseburger      now that would’ve been                funny,)

                Also       - the hell?

                  ?

Look nothing about anything that just happened indicated     that this guy was on a mission or         had any sort of plan other than       malician  

   You can’t show him openly participating in the      malici-an one second and then turning around and acting         intelligent     and on a      mission ��          .            Not without a transition     a whole lot more          Of emotion          And expla-

    Ex;

   “Where is it? You sa-”

    “Put her down now or I’ll call the           author-ities,”

      [Catch             -es               eye-             Backs              Away                -               Slow-ly                Runs into the alley/             cargo                way]                                       [Touches box-        has some kind of indicator

       [because of now-        there’s nothing there,            I have    no idea what to do with it-         Because there was       no indicator of what he’s referring to,

   Dude just touch the box and was like      ‘This must be a clue!’

    ??   [like you need to throw some sand-      or something on there-]

   I generally have not feck       what they were going for though

 [Objectivity      needs to reflect with what your chara       -cater    is saying otherwise I’m just going to assume they’re crazy]

        (Aka            you don’t need to put all the details out there           out-front                But you do need some indication.                (Again some kind of residue or                 substance on his fingers)

               Again I would have no idea what that would mean but I would have some indication that it meant something in the greater plan and I wasn’t just watching this character go  un-accountable

               .

     [Sorry but details are    im-portant]          -      ?     [So    she straight up track         ed him       right?]

   Because if I don’t see a        track-ing       chip on him. .        .        I’m        going          to be a bit        mad. .            .       ?             -          Yeah those dots are practically on top of each other so they must be in the same feck               in  din                -ner                -                  O-p.                   -      Oh back to this boring         plot          point,           .          Maybe it’s     gotten better from the      documentary, it was    . . .         ?           .        They are un-accountable that started a war and people that could and very possibly would’ve murder-    ed you at any point,

  (I’m not sure jumpiness         but generally              aggression       would be pretty well reason,              ( Actually jumpiness at the                  unaccountable’s              would be reasonable) 

           Also yeah I know her tone is still as dry as                sand paper                        -               Zero e-motion                          -               Hey still no               e-motion                 [A lower head and  

           Quick movement

           Aren’t emotions]

           Any puppet can lower                it’s head           and move quickly,

          There’s no regrets in her line there’s          no conflict. .         .           No inquisitive-ness there             what-soever-                    -             No rais.            -ing of the eyebrows or lightning of the        eyes,

      Nor lightning of the tone or          any energy,

   Do you know to tell her pupils didn’t widen or move in anyway nor did her body language changed at all

        ... or          her tone?

 [that’s how you tell it’s fe’cki’n        boring)]

     There’s no emotional consequence to this at all

    [Entertainment as a field that relies completely on empathy, on emotion, emotional stimuli

    If you don’t have that

   It’s not entertainment

  It’s an animation and logistical voice acting       how-to-course

    [not that that’s not of        value, just that             it’s not             as             advertis-ed,           Not as        promoted,          a problem]

    Again what does         any of this           mean?

                       [This is BOR-ING-                             ]                           -

    [Pretty sure      they’ve never met this        guy,]

      ?

     Why.              ?         [I know because my             amulet is pur                -ring,]               ]                    [ All said with    no emotion,                    -                    ]          -               [Hot cold hot cold      how the thing works      nobody fecking           knows-                 -               ]      [why does he look like a damn Muppet.]

      [standing out in the field.]

                [Why,]

[it just turned off five minutes ago what makes this time            so important?              ?

 Wow that had no emotion or     commitment whatsoever,]

    It’s a snake

    A sen-tient            snake,

  [ignoring any boom-er           symbolism]

  The heck kind of logistics        does that make?

   Like to make       sentient?

   It has to have the estimated amount of      accountable          energy,

       Of everyone else

   [Otherwise you’re just a cruel God]

   Like with Zila

   She had to be very         delicate

   *Em

So,how...  ?

[”I have no time for you,” * proceeds to attempt to fight them*         Constant characterization and consistency,  what?

 ?

[This is very     Stupid]

   -?

[Si-lence]

Oh, Ha Ha ha, it’s supposed to be funny because he’s a cheapskate despite that not being establishing no emotion being behind it , ha ha ha ha, so funny

            [Damn this movie]

[Revenge against selfish and entitled boomers can be funny]

  [Not in this case with no emotion]

  [Or establishment]

 [Making this unclear if it’s      kicking down at your own level]

               Feck you

            No Emotion!

   [No motivation         whatsoever!]

   Oh yeah sure they say that his thing is fine his brother       whatever, whatever

   [That’s a whole lot of telling and        a fecking an inconsistent amount of showing

        * as well as [lower] quality

  If you want to put words      and explanations over things happening     go to documentary school

   [i’m sorry I’m just a little pissed about this being called anything but observation]

     If you want to do a thing      at least make sure to do it properly!

    [I’m a fan of en-        tertainment]

    [As well as observation]

    [Seeing either           mis-labeled is a damn        shame-            ]

     [Could’ve been pretty useful,]

     [Thanks to mislabeling         it’s damn wasted time]

        [And effort                -]

         [which again           damn shame                      ,           ]

              *apologies for the excessive use of                    [the word] “damn”

               Unf-ortunately I don’t have anything else to say          because there’s nothing much engaging,               happening on screen,

          [You know this could’ve been an honestly heartwarming message about        someone who’s been treated to tox behavior by their peers and        cre-ators, [.      em-bittered to the world ]     struggling to find value in themselves,            On a mission by said           pro-genitors,               And a sandstorm-             Cutting com-        munication,               To said          tox influences,

      Except for               one        (Semi)

  Unfortunately due to the lack of commitment      that didn’t happen,

 The scenes with his communication gets cut is     dry and tasteless, as well as         (emotionless)              ,         The    set up is non-existence       to poor taste.              -       And-

   [Well I have no interest in his goals so this action scene is       pretty pointless] -

           [Nor does this have any tension because these guys are Junk     -ers, We’ve seen Savage throw round heavier foes,  and we have no idea anything ~ about - this guy ~ to give this any tension -  no psy-chological weak      -ness or       dis        -like~           -                  [You’ve turned a concept that could be a less emotionally implausible       Franken      -stein,           Into           dry-wall]

    With no emotional         in-vestment

  [You know what would’ve been      fun-         [Done in        writer’s tense;

    If the snake and him had started to form a       bond; and if the snake had given him some kind of order like, don’t attack those people;

    Something           that goes against everything that he’s been taught;

     As well as the concept of people responding in           re-tribution;

     If he does;   maybe the snakes showing some          com-      passion,

      Since he knows what it’s like to be re-latively       helpless-

      Or just any sort of      em-otion-

       Because there is just nothing there~            ~No humanity there-

             No humanity-

              In this scene~

               Not even inhumanity

                [The evils in inhumanity

                  - Toxic                            humanity-

                       Or any                              - Self                          awareness-

                     What-so-ever

                     Any way

                     The story-

                     Continues to                    grate-

                    On my nerves-

                        Til the end-

                 [Oh look it’s fan-favorite; Maul

He’s     [Un-accountable-]

If only you had hadn’t establish- ed everyone else is     un- emotional      puppets

    And any outliers       as anomalies-

    There     might’ve been someone to bounce off of

     And give us a scale for how       “off         this is,

    As it stands ‘gruff’         is now a per-          sonality-                  -             And people randomly attacking and yelling things at each other is a pretty much norm,

       Great job taking all the emot-ion out      of your supposed to be      emot-ionally impactful moment

     .       *Re-veal

    [Good time to contrast any sort of feelings towards         -family-

        - it’s                 - wasted-                        -                       You know in the most emotionally charged                            reveal you wouldn’t think they’d want to hide the                    eyes-                         the most emotional part of the body-

                       [then again you wouldn’t be these writers-]

               NOTHING!

              [Was gained]

Well.

 What an awfully    cho-reographed         (Put to-gether)    (Coordinate)          Emotionless           dull                 And                un-entertaining               Mis- labeled            Observational                  Mess,    (With no harsh                      regards)                 (I pity the animation team                      that had their efforts so                         poorly directed.                         (Stitch-ed together).                          (Used)

                      (Po-orly.                          Exposé                      (Ex-ecute)

      Turning

         What could’ve been an emotionally tense and          F-ascinating story;

            About a person who’s been subjected to talk with behavior since childhood and even in a supposed partnership (in one’s supposed Gen) being sent on a quest, by one of said person (s)

             To find their older brother Gen(eration);

              Who has since given into enabling

               Getting cut off by a sand storm

              F(inding a less tox influence

                 -That seems to show some interest for his well-being,

                  The communications refusing to work after the sandstorm leading to the implication             that the toxic individual abandon him

             The emotional res-                 ponse-

            Getting re-abandoned by the less                tox individual-

            Encountering the older           tox enabling gen            -eration;

           Who not only physically assa              -ults him upon meeting

            But refuses to            ac-cept            That                   (Seeing as how                  Savage is 22                    (And an adult)                    It means he’s       fail-ed and become the very thing he’s                grown to                  dis-like,

                 And insist on staying focused on his      ven-   geance

        (Against one        group of enablers).               )

 (Expressing similar disposition to his abusers)

  (And attempting       to return to them;

    Having        gone       through         a world      of nothing        but        cruelty)

             Into;

      Cardboard cut outs enacting an           emotion         -ally           dead            story,-

         (With no proper         set up)

      [Not a yank - at the animation team.-  -Just the dead soul        -less nature of everything,

       Involved.]

 With      no self-awareness,

 About what a               dry-