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reasonsforhope · 9 months

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hey, how do you cope with people saying we only have a small amount of time left to stop the worst effects of climate change? no matter how hopeful and ok i am, that always sends me back into a spiral :(

A few different ways

1. The biggest one is that I do math. Because renewable energy is growing exponentially

Up until basically 2021 to now, all of the climate change models were based on the idea that our ability to handle climate change will grow linearly. But that's wrong: it's growing exponentially, most of all in the green energy sector. And we're finally starting to see proof of this - and that it's going to keep going.

And many types of climate change mitigation serve as multipliers for other types. Like building a big combo in a video game.

Change has been rapidly accelerating and I genuinely believe that it's going to happen much faster than anyone is currently predicting

2. A lot of the most exciting and groundbreaking things happening around climate change are happening in developing nations, so they're not on most people's radars.

But they will expand, as developing nations are widely undergoing a massive boom in infrastructure, development, and quality of life - and as they collaborate and communicate with each other in doing so

3. Every country, state, city, province, town, nonprofit, community, and movement is basically its own test case

We're going to figure out the best ways to handle things in a remarkably quick amount of time, because everyone is trying out solutions at once. Instead of doing 100 different studies on solutions in order, we get try out 100 (more like 10,000) different versions of different solutions simultaneously, and then figure out which ones worked best and why. The spread of solutions becomes infinitely faster, especially as more and more of the world gets access to the internet and other key infrastructure

4. There's a very real chance that many of the impacts of climate change will be reversible

Yeah, you read that right.

Will it take a while? Yes. But we're mostly talking a few decades to a few centuries, which is NOTHING in geological history terms.

We have more proof than ever of just how resilient nature is. Major rivers are being restored from dried up or dead to thriving ecosystems in under a decade. Life bounces back so fast when we let it.

I know there's a lot of skepticism about carbon capture and carbon removal. That's reasonable, some of those projects are definitely bs (mostly the ones run by gas companies, involving carbon credits, and/or trying to pump CO2 thousands of feet underground)

But there's very real potential for carbon removal through restoring ecosystems and regenerative agriculture

The research into carbon removal has also just exploded in the past three years, so there are almost certainly more and better technologies to come

There's also some promising developments in industrial carbon removal, especially this process of harvesting atmospheric CO2 and other air pollution to make baking soda and other industrially useful chemicals

As we take carbon out of the air in larger amounts, less heat will be trapped in the atmosphere

If less heat is trapped in the atmosphere, then the planet will start to cool down

If the planet starts to cool down, a lot of things will stabilize again. And they'll probably start to stabilize pretty quickly

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alicedrawslesmis · 3 months

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(sorry this is from a week ago but) Wait, what's going on right now that's complicated with Amazonian farmers' land rights?

Not farmers, indigenous people

See, recently they put a new law through congress that severely reduces indigenous land to the borders established during the late dictatorship, or immediately post-dictatorship, in 1988. An absolute joke of a border that was dreamed up by some military assholes. People in america may recognize this type of society from the times of westward expansion and think this is a thing of the past because for you guys it is. But here it is a reality. Murder is rampant. The reach of the law is incredibly limited. Government is just too weak and landowners basically run things. THAT'S WHY it's so important to donate directly to the native peoples instead of random NGOs because native people are fucking there and the more power they hold in the land the safer the land will be from agroindustrial expansion.

Well the law was vetoed by the the president and the Supremo Tribunal Federal, aka supreme federal court, labeled it as unconstitutional. Which it is, because our 1988 constitution describes native american land rights in some of its first articles. We thought this would be it for the law

But then the senate (that already overrepresents landowners in rural states) just went along and approved it anyway. I had no idea they could approve something unconstitutional. The progressives and particularly the socialists are fighting this in court. But it happens that for now the legal border is the severely reduced version.

Doesn't mean they'll just give up, because as it happens we don't have any stand your ground laws so even if you own a piece of land, you cannot legally speaking just shoot everyone there. Or attack or threaten them in any way. They'll just have long legal battles individually for the rights to occupy land based on use. Also the Xingu national park, the largest preserved land of the Amazon described as 'larger than Belgium', is being encroached by huge farms that are poisoning their water supply. The border is Visible. I'll try to find video of it but essentially you have a forest and a desert separated by a strict line.

Just last week in the south of Bahia (not the Amazon, let me explain more about the Amazon situation in a bit) Hãhãhãe leadership Nega Muniz Pataxó was shot and killed by an armed militia group that invaded and occupied the Caramuru territory.

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The situation in the Amazon, specifically the yanomami territory in Roraima our northernmost state, aka deep forest, is more dire than average given difficulty of access, sheer size, and government abandonment. It's a place that depends on government aid for medicine. It's land that is being systematically invaded by gold miners, pandemic, toxins from nearby farmlands, wood extraction etc. (wood extration is rampant everywhere tho). Early 2023 saw a massive federal government operation by now president Lula to empty the mines and try to look for where funding comes from. Yanomami land is still being invaded to this day, the struggle is ongoing.

The yanomamis need support right now more than any other. Last year saw a massive heat wave that (well, one, caused a girl named Ana Clara Machado to die during the Taylor Swift concert. This is unrelated but I feel like not enough foreign media covered this, Taylor even lied about it as well.) dried up a lot of rivers, killed a LOT of fresh water animals including an unprecedented amount of pink dolphins. Access that was already hard became damn near impossible without boats. I cannot overstate how many pink dolphins were found dead.

Another technique that landowners use to clear space for farms is to just set things on fire and then occupy the empty land, which they legally can do to land that was naturally burned in a forest fire. It happened that Pantanal, another national park of swampland, was massively devastated by fires last year too

this article is from 2020, the year that the worst fire happened, but in 2023 there was another one. It's been happening yearly now due to a) deliberate action and b) climate change aggravation.

And this is not nearly all. Just off the top of my head. If you speak portuguese I recommend following the APIB or the COIAB on instagram to keep up with the news. The FUNAI is the government branch of indigenous organization, but it's not generally that well liked. Still.

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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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Through though Thoughts

♡masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dark characters, noncon/dubcon,

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡ Scummy manager eddie !!! Who fucks you in the supply closet letting everyone hear you!! He bends you over the grill/fryer not caring about the danger he'll give you a pay rise if you let him cum inside

♡ Vampire eddie tricks you into becoming a vampire by letting you fred from him "c'mon I feed from you all the time it's only right for you to do it from me, maybe I'll understand why you complain so much be as rough as you want" he doesnt understand why you complain because his pants are now ruined

♡Eddie fucking the angel of heavens gates to get a free pass in

♡ Demon eddie fucking angel reader

♡ Did someone say heather au?? JD!eddie x veronica! Reader 👁👁 kurt + ram! Billy and steve 👁👁

♡ priest! hopper fucking his favourite nun after she was almost seduced by eddie/steve/billy

♡ barista! Reader asking what milk theyd like in their coffee only to get the response of "yours"

♡ line cook! Eddie who has a favourite server (you<3) he always makes you food when you're hungry and isnt scared to go out and insult customers who make you cry

♡ hopper + dmitri/enzo fucking guard! Reader to escape ???!?!?!?!!

♡ porn director! Murray pairing his favourite actress (you<3) with the fan favourite hopper, hopper always messes up on purpose just so he can get round after round out of you

♡ Robin is horrible at sexting she can only Express her desires speaking whether that be on the phone or to your face she tries her best but jesus christ "humps humps humps dirty talk hump hump inserts strap thrust thrust spank spank thrust thrust degradation dirty talk thrust cums cuddles"

♡ nancy finds the cutest lingerie for you both to wear she makes you so flustered when she complements you, your legs spread infront of a mirror with your back against her chest. Pretty girls doing pretty things

♡ I know I did a cryptid girlfriend for eddie but I feel like everyone deserves a creepy girlfriend!!

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who finds steve in the woods looking for dustin as hes supposedly ran off again (he didnt he was in his room the entire time) only to stumble across the creepy little weirdo whose bathing in the river water. He ushers you out and wraps is jacket around you (you have no Idea why) and is panicking into the black square thing that makes noise. Obviously none of the kids can take you in so he has no other choice but to take you back to his. Hes desperately asking you questions trying to find someone to call and hoping it's not an upside down situation however you seem to care more about his fluffy hair than anything else

♡ crytpid! Girlfriend who shows up in Nancy's room, who scares the life out of her, who refuses to leave her alone despite the items she throws at her (she pockets it them and keeps them)!! You're so creepy and nancy hates it!! You also dont understand boundaries as your practically under her skin 24/7 if you could fit in her pocket you would

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who Robin finds you on night shift at the video store wandering in the back alleyway of the store doing god knows what. At first robin thinks you're lost and tries to ask you questions only to get completely ignored and naturally follows you around to try and figure out where you came from. You run off at some point but come back the next night bringing gifts, and the next night, and the next until you've successfully courted your human wife

♡ argyle who finds you after almsot running you over, he was trying to deliver pizza until you ran into the road he immediately gets out and tries to talk to you but once again you ignore him. He feels bad about almost killing you so gives you a pizza completely forgetting about the customer. He somehow befriends you and often dees you hanging out by the side of the road and his window

♡ johnathan captures you on camera and thinks you're a ghost, he goes back to where the photo was taken to try and replicate it to see if it was true only for you to sneak up behind him because you like the flash from the weird thing in his hands. You follow him home despite his protests and now he keeps you in his room because how in the world would he begin to explain why a girl with weird pupils is in the house???

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who breaks into hoppers cabin and refuses to leave. He kicks you out even threatening to shoot you but you always come back, sometimes baring gifts and pretty little rocks. He feeds you from his porch sometimes watching you eat whatever he gifts you. He dozes off one afternoon and wakes up to you huddled up next to him, he feels bad and now let's you stay with him but hes not happy about it (that's a lie)

♡ cryptid! Reader who befriended the kids long before billy was around whenever hes mean to them she scares him straight. It's the same routine and last for only about a week until billy is conditioned to not bully children, he thinks hes going insane until he goes to pick up max only to find the girl that's been harassing him for months playing their dumb game. They just stare at eachother until billy ushers max to the car and quizzes her on who the hell you are. Hes creeped out by you but would 100% hit that

♡ I love my dentist so heres some self indulges on my part, dentist! Hopper who makes you suck on his fingers which then evolves into you sucking his cock!!!!

♡ teasing eddie with a fleshlight and cockring, you've been going at it for hours and hes whispering and begging for relief but you're having so much fun

♡ karen wheeler and joyce byers having a night together with pregnant! Reader they say it's to congratulate you and give you one last night of "freedom" before you give birth but they're playing such mean games!! They're practicing toys on you, making you cum so many times

♡ chrissy practices kissing with you but you get such a kick out of it, you hate jason wholeheartedly and love the fact that you get to kiss his girlfriend

♡ speaking of jason 👁👁 imagine being the only thing jason and eddie can be civil over, they just put all the hate towards eachother into fucking you

♡ party girl! Reader getting punished by hopper after she tells him "I fuck harder than I party" she was trying to seduce him into letting her go but hopper doesnt like brats

♡ vecna using his freaky tentacles on you!! Its absolute torture and he mocks you through it all

♡ you, eden, nancy, robin and chrissy having a sleepover together where you all discuss how much guys suck and how they're all the same!!! Idk gangbang me

♡ feel like eddie would look like pete Davidson with a buzz cut

♡ Eddie, steve and billy sorting out their differences by fucking me dumb <3

♡ I dont care what anyone says I could treat mrs wheeler better, I'll be her good baby. Make her cum in my mouth

♡ feral and primal 001 breeding me <3

♡ getting arrested and fucking jim hopper to be let go

♡ personally I think argyle would have a thick juicy cock

♡ if I had the opportunity I would carry Steve's children, all 6 of them. Firm believer of breeding-balls-Steve

♡hopper dressing you up in bunny ears and making you bounce on his cock for easter, he making you collect those vibrating eggs and seeing how many you can fit inside you

♡ tattoo artist/piercer! Eddie x tattoo/piercing-virgin reader

-your friends always come in bringing you as a plus one, always dressing up in nice clothes to hopefully get his attention

-none of it works as he always flirts with you no matter how done up your friends are

- eddie teases you about never having a tattoo or piercing before and says he'll pop your cherry

- after he secretly adds his number to your phone and starts suggesting piercings, you finally walk in for an appointment without your friend hes so surprised when you choose the nipple piercing

- you're shaking like a leaf when he does it and he asks if you have anything to calm you down with, you say you have a stress ball in your bag when eddie finds something better hidden in a small pocket.

- a bullet vibtator, you're so embarrassed but when he slides it inside you quickly find pleasure in the needle sliding through your flesh

-here he has you laying down on the table, nipples puffy and sore from the piercing, pounding into you cunny as if his life depended on it

♡ sex pollen all the time every time I love it so much, horny fuzzy brain yummy yummy yummy

♡ being fucked in the locker room before cheer practice I dont care by who I just want cock

♡ steve, eddie, billy, Nancy, Robin gangbang me pls

♡ 001 getting getting turned on by blood <3<3<3<3<3 any blood? Paper cut? In his mouth, nose bleed? Wiping it with his finger then boom in his mouth, period sex? Absolutely!!! Blood and cock perfect combination for him

♡ eddie x succubus reader !!!!!!!!! Soulmates <3<3

♡ eddie getting dressed up for DnD only to cancel in favour of fucking eachother dumb

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #Steve harrington x reader #Robin Buckley x reader #Nancy wheeler x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader #murray bauman x reader #enzo x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #joyce byers x reader #jonathan byers x reader #argyle x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader

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chaoticbardlady99 · 6 months

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What about an astarion fic with a masc reader? I rarely see them, and I need it! He has me on my knees, honestly.

One of Your Girls (Astarion x M! Reader) MDNI 18+

Title inspired by the song “One of Your Girls” by Troye Sivan

CW: Smut, fluff, dom! Reader, sub! Astarion, mentions of sexual trauma

Author Note- I wasn’t able to find a video with Astarion’s proposition that wasn’t translated from Greek so I had to try to recreate the scene from memory (I don’t need my boyfriend asking to read my smut- he wants to, I’m not fond of the idea, ya know how it is).

I have also noticed that there is not a lot of Masculine Reader x Astarion fics. I want to reiterate that I am a woman, so if you are a male and you read this fic, please let me know what you like about the content and maybe give me pointers on male behavior if you feel I’m off (please remember to be kind, I just want to learn, not be crucified).

Astarion stands at the entrance of his tent- impatiently tapping his foot against the ground as some pink-hair tiefling attempts to flirt with him. His instincts say stop being distracted. Focus on the very obviously interested woman in front of him, but he just can’t.

He had spent the last two weeks since he had met you trying to get you into his bed. However, he had never met someone more dense in his life.

He flirts with you constantly, he sees the blush color on your cheeks when he does. He sees how you try not to sneak glances at him when he decides to join you at the river to clean off. He sees your interest in him when you talk, in the way your eyes shine when he makes you laugh.

While Astarion was almost certain that everyone in camp adored you and practically drooled everytime you walked by- he had really felt like he had secured his spot in your bed. Secured your protection.

Yet here he is- drinking shitty wine, being talked at by some girl, and watching you talk to everyone else, but him.

He sneaks glances at you while pretending to be interested in whatever the woman is saying. He takes in all the details of your face- a soft smile pulls on his lip as he watches you erupt in laughter. The tiefling talking to him huffs and says something to him. She must have wisened up eventually because he suddenly doesn’t hear her incessant chattering in his ears.

You wander around camp- all 6’2 and 230 lbs of you. Your body is chorded with strong muscles and littered in scars- the majority hidden away by your clothing.

You unceremoniously stomp around camp, talking and laughing with your other companions. You catch him staring and flash him one of your brilliant smiles. He watches as you take three massive gulps from your wine glass.

For a Barbarian, you are quite charming in your own oblivious way. You are funny, brave, and morally gray. Your general disposition is magnetic- you could (and did) convince a Gnoll to eat itself. You are impulsive and quick to jump into battle which infuriates Astarion, but you always stand right next to his side- making sure that no harm will come to him. Sometimes, to your own detriment! How have you not asked to get into his bed!?

You turn to who you are talking to, say something, and begin walking towards Astarion. Astarion envies the way you walk- head held high, confident, but with a genuine smile on your face. You aren’t confident in a narcissistic, pompous way. You are confident in a humble way. You don’t let your ego lead your life. People like you and want to fight for you. He could never be anywhere close to the man you are, but that is why he needs you. You can convince the others to protect him when the time comes.

You stop in front of him. He pours more wine in your glass as you hold it out to him. You take a sip and he watches as you look at him. He sees the confidence you have waiver slightly.

Strange.

You step closer to him and take his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. Astarion exhales sharply and you go to jerk your hand back, an apology on your lips when Astarion grabs your hand. While the act of intimacy had surprised him, it certainly wasn’t uninvited. He would never admit it, but your touch lights him on fire in a way he has never experienced before. You look at your intertwined hands and blush. Astarion fights back a satisfied grin.

So maybe I’m not wrong, maybe you are interested.

Astarion smirks at you as he watches the pleased blush spread across your cheeks.

“Sooooooo,” you say with a slight slur, “are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

Astarion scowls and rolls his eyes, “you know I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives and now that I’m here,” he pauses to take a drink, his tongue sticking out in disgust, “I hate it. This is awful. I would have liked more for my troubles than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes and a throaty chuckle comes out of your mouth.

“Well at least it’s a celebration,” you sigh, “I am grateful to have something to celebrate for- even though the wine is truly terrible.”

“I was just hoping to be more…. Entertained.”

“True, the goblin’s probably would have thrown a much more wild party,” you quip.

“Well, we could create our own entertainment…” Astarion says while watching your reaction.

You stare at him quizzically, “Like play a game?”

Astarion had to fight the urge to scream at the top of his lungs.

Astarion pulls together his composure for a smile before he says, “No darling, I mean sex.”

You stare at him wide eyed and Astarion is wondering if he read the situation wrong. Then you move forward, sliding your hand up his jaw, into his hair, gently pulling it. Astarion gasps as you press your mouth against his, your tongue gliding across his bottom lip before you pull it in with your teeth. You pull back, your grip on his hair loosening and you look into his eyes with a confident smirk.

You put your mouth against his ear and whisper, “like that?”

Astarion nods- if he needed air, it would have been knocked out of him. Your lips on his were electrifying.

“Let’s find each other when everyone goes to sleep,” he says while looking up at you with hooded eyes.

Your grin gets even wider, “Gods, I thought you’d never ask.”

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Astarion feels you lift him up and wrap him around your hips- his back colliding with the tree. Your lips are on his hungrily, needy, but with restraint as he feels your erection grow. Astarion makes quick work of your shirt and begins to move to the laces of your pants.

You palm him through his pants and he gasps against your lips. After your pants are off, you and Astarion work on his. When they are off, he throws them unceremoniously. You smile nervously at him.

“I’m not very good at the whole, removing clothes thing,” you say with a breathy chuckle as you kiss down his neck, wrapping your hand around his hard cock.

Astarion moans and growls, putting his head into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve noticed. I’ve only been trying to seduce you for the last two weeks,” he manages to gasp out.

“Well then,” you say with a lustful grin, “let me reward you for waiting so patiently.”

You set him down on his back and begin to kiss along his neck and down his body. One of your fingers glides into him and he stifles a moan. You put your mouth around the head of his cock as you pump your finger and then add another. Your mouth moves up and down- your rough tongue applying pressure in all the right places. He cums into your mouth while looking at you.

It feels good, but Astarion is desperately trying not to dissociate. Yes, to an extent this feels significantly different and maybe even makes him feel happy? It just doesn’t erase two hundred years of being degraded and used.

He feels your mouth leave his cock and your fingers aren’t inside him anymore. You don’t go to kiss him. He looks at you with confusion. You stare back in concern.

“Astarion,” you start, “ if you aren’t into this… we don’t ne-”

Astarion panics and grips your hair, pulling you towards him before crashing his lips against yours. You pull away to ask him again, but he beats you to it. He will not lose his protection- his only hope of freedom.

“Of course I want this, “ he hisses against your lips, puncturing your lower lips with his fangs, “I just need you inside me already, darling.”

You still look unconvinced when he wraps his hand around your cock, stroking it. Your gasp sounds like music to his ears- the concern in your eyes fades and becomes replaced with lust. You kiss him hard on the mouth before you flip him on his stomach. Astarion gets up on all fours.

Saved it.

You pump yourself- using the precum as lubricant. Astarion feels you press into his entrance slowly before slipping inside of him. He moans as he hears you release a quiet hiss.

“Hells, “ you moan, tangling his hair in your fingers as you slowly rock your hips, “you feel so fucking good. Are you going to be good for me?”

When he nods, you pull out and slam into him. Astarion cries out in pleasure as you hit that perfect spot inside of him.

“I said, “ you growl, “are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” he chokes out, tears pricking his eyes as you fill him up. You feel absolutely perfect inside of him.

That was all you needed before you began to pound in and out of him- your hand snaking around his waist, jerking him off as you praise him for being so good for you.

Astarion is a moaning, screaming mess around and underneath you. He has never had anyone pay so much attention to his pleasure and as his second orgasm of the night rips through him, he feels you reach your release inside him. You collapse on top of him, using your arms to prop yourself up as you kiss his shoulders and his neck before rolling over, pulling him close to you.

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He feels you begin to relax into sleep with your arms around him.

“Will you stay?”

He hears you say quietly- the confidence in your voice not there. He turns around in your arms and looks at your hopeful, nervous face. He smiles, the look on your face snapping him out of the trance he was in. Astarion nods and presses a chaste kiss on your mouth before turning around again.

Once Astarion is sure you have fallen asleep, he fights back the urge to cry. He knows it’s different- being with you felt like nothing he has ever experienced before, but he still couldn’t shake the tainted feeling in his chest as you held him close. Not because he doesn’t want to stay here in your arms, but because the reminder that all he was created for was sex; suddenly became too heavy of a burden to bear.

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x you #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion acunin #bg3 #tav #astarion x m! reader

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danosrosegarden · 9 months

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for eddie nash..

the reader is away out of town for whatever reason and she sends him an explicit photo and the rest goes down from there ♡

a thousand words - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: sending nudes, male masturbation, and descriptions of cunnilingus.}

☽ A picture paints a thousand words, they say. Edward gapes at his phone with sweat-glossed, trembling hands, wondering what it is you're trying to say with this. I miss you? I want you? I've been fucking my cunt with my fingers until they turn pruney thinking about the warmth of your body?

☽ He stares at the picture you sent, running his tongue along the glossy walls of his mouth, trying hard to imagine it's your clit he's sucking on. You'd lace your fingers in his hair and tug gently, just enough for small shoots of delicious ache to lightening-strike through his scalp.

☽ He loved watching you get worked up; there's no place he'd rather be than in-between your legs, getting lightly choked out by the plush crush of your jerking thighs.

☽ He sheds his pants and boxers, letting out a quiet groan as the cool air of the room washes over his cock. His head is a burning hot pink. A weeping river of precum trails down his shaft. It's such a pretty sight, and it really is too bad you're not here to see.

☽ Unless...

☽ With his tummy in tight knots and his heart pounding, he flips to his camera and presses record. He wants to think of something suave and slick to say. I bet you miss this cock so bad, baby. I can't wait to see you again. You have no idea what you're in for once you get home. But all he can manage is a wavering whimper as his hand glides up and down, his legs already quaking.

☽ "Fuck, fuck, miss you...miss you so much..."

☽ He nearly giggles at himself, how fucking pathetic he's being just from looking at a picture of your bare body. But gosh, he could practically taste the slick coating your folds. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

☽ He's close embarrassingly quick, his grip on his throbbing cock tightening as he picks up the pace. The sound of sticky, wet strokes lace the room, and with one final, drawn-out, high-pitched moan, thick ropes of cum paint his fluttering stomach.

☽ He's instantly drained (in more ways than one, ba dum tss). He clicks the record button again, ending the video and sending it to you before he has the chance to think twice.

☽ Going without his fix of you was near agonizing. Sure, there was the option to call, or text, or send a video of him shooting a load all over himself. But nothing compared to the real thing. He'd have to stave off his desires for now with the help of that picture of yours...

☽...or would he get lucky? Would you be so kind to send a video back? ;-)

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #edward nashton x y/n #the riddler x y/n

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gaykarstaagforever · 2 months

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Well! Second DMing session ended with the guy who made me do it, who was going to "help" me, hanging up on me mid-session and texting

So much for "I don't care if you don't know how to do it, I'll walk you through it," I guess.

I was very clear from the outset that I think most ttrpgs, and ALL DnD rules, are arbitrary math nonsense that you need a college course to understand, specifically created by terrible people to force everyone else to put up with their infantile, unintuitive view of the universe. I told him I hate this crap. He manipulated me into trying it anyway. Guess who hasn't changed his mind, and guess who is now throwing a temper-tantrum about it? I TOLD YOU this was a bad idea.

I read the book. The 8 books. It doesn't matter. They're math textbooks written by bad writers and my eyes kept glazing over. I don't understand why any of these rules exist. I'm just forced to memorize formulas. That I don't respect.

There is no space for reputation, or politics, or combat scenario realities, or random accidents and diseases, or genuine surprises, or living in an apathetic, living, breathing world that doesn't give a fuck about your Chosen One status. It is wizards casting fire balls, because the guy doing that hates his mom, and made up a rule set where he can play his weird stupid power fantasies. His weird, stupid, RACIST power fantasies, if this last group's predilections is any indication.

I don't have patience for this. It's arcane and unrealistic and sucks the joy out of everything and it ISN'T FUN.

If you love it, great. I'll get out of your way. But it runs counter to how my brain works and I fucking hate it. I love the idea of using dice to RP events and see what happens. But at some point of complexity you are just obeying someones precious little rule-book so obnoxious math nerds who memorized it can be smug about exploiting loopholes.

Go play a video game for that. That's not a healthy social interaction. That's yet another version of a group of fucked-up people being whiney and dogmatic about random shit they made up, specifically so they can be cool in a world they specifically designed for that purpose. And what the fuck is that? I hate them, and I hate that.

My old mantra was "nerds with math ruin everything." I was always half-joking, but only half. I have zero respect for everything this is, and what people are apparently looking for from it. It is frustrating and boring and limiting and stupid to me. I don't enjoy it. And I don't even want to ever play it again, because I dread being doomed to waste my brain power sorting out weird meta game math shit that doesn't seem to take into account any defensible simulation of actual reality.

I have spent 120+ hours over the last 5 months trying to get into this. Trying to get a handle on why people like it, to figure out the secret I am missing. I have spent stupid amounts of money on stuff, to that end.

And I either lack the 3000 IQ space brain to get it, or I absolutely get it, and I just absolutely hate it. Either way, I've had enough.

I want to do a D6 system that is just "roll against opponent, bigger number wins, DM RPs what that means." That's loose and interesting and feels like real life. The rest can go jump in the river.

"YEAH BUT THAT'S UNFAIR TO PLAYERS!"

The world is unfair to life. You're not 12 anymore. I don't get anything out of playing around in a baby world made for babies. You're just mad because it isn't going to work in your favor the way I'm proposing it.

It's like Tim Cain said about programming RNG. You give them real RNG, everyone gets mad because "it's not fair." Because RNG isn't fair. They don't want RNG, they want to be autocrats of reality, then soothe themselves that they're not in fact cheating assholes by claiming "the numbers worked out in my favor."

When the reality is that the system was specifically designed over 50+ years to give them an advantage. And that isn't RNG. That isn't playing a role. That isn't being a real hero by self-sacrificing and being randomly lucky and muddling through. It's just egotistical self-delusional nothingness.

Like, maybe these kinds of games are STILL niche things for a reason? Maybe the only really popular and profitable entries are video game and movie versions where you don't see the math, BECAUSE you don't see the math? Like I don't think I'm alone in not giving a shit about this byzantine, nerfed crap.

That doesn't make me better. Do whatever you want. But if THAT'S what you're doing, count me the fuck out.

I did my time, and I'm sick of this shit.

#rant #dnd #ttrpg #ask yourself why you like it

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trenchcoatsandtimetravel · 2 years

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Night at the Museum AU Idea

(Thread fic originally posted here)

Feeling lost and alone in the future, Steve finds himself visiting the Smithsonian Captain America exhibition over and over, watching old footage of him and Bucky and standing before the lifelike waxwork of Bucky dressed in his handsome blue jacket.

The sculptor captured the jut of Bucky's jaw, the pout of his lips, and the steely blue of his eyes just right. It's more lifelike than the black and white photos Steve has and he can't tear himself away.

The Howling Commandos have waxworks too, flanking a glass display case that contains the original leather jacket and USO unfirom Steve wore to rescue the POWs from Kreischberg, complete with bullet holes.

There are video reels of footage taken on the front lines, and interviews with the Howling Commandos in the years after the war. Steve finds himself sitting in the small auditorium listening on repeat.

But when people start to recognise him and ask for autographs in the exhibit, and when Sam, the guy he runs with every morning, comments that perhaps it's becoming an obsession, Steve forces himself to stop visiting.

His resolve lasts about a week, until Steve can't bear the ache in his chest any longer—and he decides to break in after hours.

But to his surprise, he finds not an empty, deserted museum, but a place that's filled noise and light and—Bucky!

Steve knows it's impossible, but he doesn't care. Bucky and the Howling Commandos are sitting in the exhibit room, drinking and playing cards. They deal him in like old times and Steve spends the evening in a daze of happiness.

He goes back the next night, scared to find that he imagined it all, but it's the same again. He steals Bucky away from the others and they kiss in a quiet stairwell, Steve feels alive again for the first time since the ice.

He knows it's not real, knows this Bucky is a waxwork but he has Bucky's memories, he has his charm, his personality. Steve clings to it, going back night after night.

He invites Sam one night to prove to himself that it's not a hallucination. They all spend a fun evening together until dawn. The waxworks solidify and Sam tells Steve he shouldn't visit anymore. He cautions Steve that it's dangerous, that he might lose himself in the fantasy.

Steve ignores Sam's warnings. It might not be real, but those evenings in the museum are the only time that Steve himself feels alive. He wants to lose himself in the fantasy.

Then, to his dismay, he learns that the Egyptian display is relocating back to NY in a matter of weeks. The tablet will go with it and the Howling Commandos will cease to come alive at night anymore. Steve will lose Bucky all over again.

"It's okay, Steve. I'm not real," wax Bucky tries to console Steve.

"You are to me," Steve protests. "You're the realest thing in this century. It's only when I'm with you that I feel alive."

He plans to try and find a way of keeping the tablet in DC, of keeping wax Bucky alive....when he's called away on a mission to rescue hostages from a SHIELD vessel captured by pirates.

He learns about Project Insight. The Helicarriers. The Winter Soldier. Bucky.

Bucky, the real Bucky, pulls Steve from the river and vanishes. Steve is overcome. He feels desperate and guilt ridden and hopeful and despairing all at once. How could he abandon Bucky to Hydra for all those years? How could he fail him like that?

He's also torn. Steve wants desperately to go and search for Bucky and bring him home, even though he's terrified of what he'll find if he does. The dead eyed stare of the winter soldier still haunts his dreams and Steve fears Bucky might not want to be found.

But leaving now means losing the last chance to spend time with the Bucky in the Smithsonian that Steve has grown to love. The tablet will be gone all too soon and Steve will lose him.

And yet if he doesn't go after the Winter Soldier now, the trail will go cold and Steve risks losing him too. The choice seems impossible.

"There's no question," wax Bucky scoffs at Steve. "Go and find him. Don't waste your time here with me."

"But I'll lose you."

"Steve, I'm not real," wax Bucky tells him bluntly. "I'm wax, brought to life by a magical tablet and solidified by your belief and your memories of Bucky. I'm not real. He is and he needs you."

"He might not want me to find him," Steve protests. "Especially after I failed him."

"You didn't fail him and he does want to be found. He'll let you find him when he's ready. Don't give up. Promise me? Don't give up on him. He still loves you, more than you could know."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I love you."

"I love you too."

"No." Wax Bucky shakes his head and gives Steve a sad smile. "You love him. Now go and find him, and bring him home."

Steve goes.

It takes months but eventually Bucky lets Steve catch up to him in a rundown apartment in Bucharest. He lets Steve take him home.

They move back to Brooklyn and Steve upholds his promise to wax Bucky. He doesn't give up, no matter how impossible Bucky's recovery seems at the outset.

Steve sticks by him and they work through it all together. (Steve soon realises he has a lot of recovery to work through himself).

It's years until things return to any semblance of normal, but when it does, Steve takes Bucky to the museum of natural history. They break in after hours and marvel at the dinosaurs and waxworks that have come to life.

Steve tells Bucky about the statue of him in the smithsonian, how he helped Steve remember himself when he felt lost and alone in the future.

Bucky wants to see him, so the next time they're in DC to visit Sam they stop by and say hello to the unblinking, unmoving waxwork figure. Bucky stares at the display for a long time. He looks concerned.

"There's no statue of you. Why not?" Bucky asks.

"Y'know, I'm not sure."

It's Bucky's idea to commission one.

And it's thanks to Bucky that the next time the Egyptian exhibit tours the Smithsonian and the statues come back to life, that wax Bucky finds himself awakening next to his very own version of wax Steve, with a note tucked into his jacket pocket that simply reads, 'Thank you.'

The End.

#Stevebucky #Stucky #Stucky fic #Stevebucky fic #Mywriting #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Night at the Museum AU

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 months

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Rob Rogers

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

January 13, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JAN 14, 2024

Last night a woman and two children drowned in the Rio Grande that marks the border between the U.S. and Mexico near Eagle Pass, Texas.

U.S. Border Patrol agents knew that a group of six migrants were in distress in the river but could not try to save them, as they normally would, because troops from the Texas National Guard and the Texas Military Department prevented the Border Patrol agents from entering the area where they were struggling: Shelby Park, a 47-acre public park that offers access to a frequently traveled part of the river and is a place where Border Patrol agents often encounter migrants crossing the border illegally.

They could not enter because two days ago, on Thursday, Texas governor Greg Abbott sent armed Texas National Guard soldiers and soldiers from the Texas Military Department to take control of Shelby Park. Rolando Salinas, the mayor of Eagle Pass, posted a video on Facebook showing the troops and saying that a state official had told him that state troops were taking “full control” over Shelby Park “indefinitely.” Salinas made it clear that “[t]his is not something that we wanted. This is not something that we asked for as a city.”

The Texas forces have denied United States Border Patrol officials entry into the park to perform their duties, asserting that Texas officials have power over U.S. officials.

On December 18, Abbott signed into law S.B. 4, a measure that attempts to take into state hands the power over immigration the Constitution gives to the federal government. Courts have repeatedly reinforced that immigration is the responsibility of federal, not state, government, but now, according to Uriel J. García of the Texas Tribune, “some Texas Republicans have said they hope the new law will push the issue back before a U.S. Supreme Court that is more conservative since three appointees of former President Donald Trump joined it.”

On January 3 the Department of Justice filed a lawsuit against the new law, saying: “Texas cannot run its own immigration system. Its efforts, through S.B. 4, intrude on the federal government’s exclusive authority to regulate the entry and removal of noncitizens, frustrate the United States’ immigration operations and proceedings, and interfere with U.S. foreign relations.”

Abbott and MAGA Republicans are teeing up the issue of immigration as a key line of attack on President Joe Biden in 2024, but while they are insisting the issue is so important they will not agree to fund Ukraine’s resistance to Russia’s 2022 invasion until it is solved, they are also unwilling to participate in discussions to fund more border officers or immigration courts. Today, once again, Biden reminded reporters that he has asked Congress to pass new border measures since he took office, but rather than pass new laws, Republicans appear to be doubling down on pushing the idea that migrants threaten American society and that an individual state—Texas, in this case—can override federal authority.

Abbott has spent more than $100 million of Texas tax dollars to send migrants to cities led by Democrats. These migrants have applied for asylum and are waiting for a hearing; they are in the U.S. legally. In September 2023, Texas stopped coordinating with nonprofits in those cities that prepared for migrant arrivals.

Yesterday, Illinois governor J.B. Pritzker wrote to Abbott, calling him out for choosing “to sow chaos in an attempt to score political points.” Pritzker noted that Abbott is “sending asylum seekers from Texas to the Upper Midwest in the middle of winter—many without coats, without shoes to protect them from the snow—to a city whose shelters are already overfilled with migrants you sent here.” Chicago’s temperatures are set to drop below zero this weekend, Pritzker wrote, and he “strongly urge[d]” Abbott to stop sending people to Illinois in these conditions. “You are dropping off asylum seekers without alerting us to their arrivals, at improper locations at all hours of the night.”

Pritzker wrote that he supports bipartisan immigration reform but “[w]hile action is pending at the federal level, I plead with you for mercy for the thousands of people who are powerless to speak for themselves. Please, while winter is threatening vulnerable people’s lives, suspend your transports and do not send more people to our state. We are asking you to help prevent additional deaths. We should be able to come together in a bipartisan fashion to urge Congress to act. But right now, we are talking about human beings and their survival. I hope we can at least agree on saving lives right now.”

Speaking on the right-wing Dana Loesch Show last week, Abbott said, “The only thing that we’re not doing is we’re not shooting people who come across the border, because of course the Biden administration would charge us with murder.”

On January 13, 1833, President Andrew Jackson wrote to Vice President–elect Martin van Buren to explain his position on South Carolina’s recent assertion that sovereign states could overrule federal laws. “Was this to be permitted the government would lose the confidence of its citizens and it would induce disunion everywhere. No my friend, the crisis must be now met with firmness, our citizens protected, and the modern doctrine of nullification and secession put down forever…. [N]othing must be permitted to weaken our government at home or abroad,” he wrote.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#Letters From An American #Heather Cox Richardson #Immigration #migrants #migration #Texas #history #Federal Law #vulnerable people #J.B. Pritzker #Abbot

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fuckyeahtx · 3 months

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January 13, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JAN 14

Last night a woman and two children drowned in the Rio Grande that marks the border between the U.S. and Mexico near Eagle Pass, Texas.

The Texas forces have denied United States Border Patrol officials entry into the park to perform their duties, asserting that Texas officials have power over U.S. officials.

#abbott is satan

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triangle-dog · 3 months

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Uncomfortable dog body language #1

Throwing it beneath a cut because there's no reason to curse anyone's dash with Sad Dog, but I thought this was a pretty good example of dog body language and figured I would share it since there seemed to be some interest

[ID: Nova, an agouti dog, is lying on a bathroom floor exhibiting uncomfortable body language. The sound of a running shower is in the background]

Context: Nova rolled in Mystery Beast* during our last walk of the night and had to be given a bath. We try to make it clear when she gets a choice and when she does not, this video is after most of the signals that it will not be optional

What I notice here is: No eye contact + blinking - Nova will normally make eye contact and wag if I'm looking at her Ear position - the tucked back ears are pretty obvious here Lip licks Nervous yawn Expression - I'm not sure how to describe this one well, but the muscles beneath her eyes are tensed giving her a bit of a worried look That jaw movement at the end - I'm not sure what to call it, I have been assuming it's not quite a stress pant, but that she's considering one but not quite there yet Position - laying down, if she's ready to Do Things she's more likely to be sitting/standing Location - she has tucked herself into the corner furthest away from the shower.

Feel free to add on, I'm still trying to work on generalizing my dog body language knowledge. Right now I just see my dog and have a decent idea of what she is feeling, but I'm still trying to break down what gives me that impression so I can hopefully start applying it better to other dogs.

*my best guess is it's someone's homemade catfish bait or the like, an impossible to identify collection of animal parts that was already deep into decay when it appeared on the river bank earlier this winter. Within the last week, scavengers have finally started eating it and now have scattered it to a much wider area (which is how she got into it)

#I speak #my critters

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handweavers · 2 years

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to be fair, weaving and dyeing and all these things i do aren't super accessible either but i feel the barrier to, say, spin yarn with a drop spindle or use a frame loom aka a picture frame to weave something or naturally dye some yarn using some onion skins in your kitchen is less severe than that of trying to access a 3d printer or laser cutter or the knowledge to operate them or a computer that can run 3d modeling software without blue screening for most people, and environmental impact of working with wool and wood equipment is something that is more manageable than using petrochem plastic resin that will literally never decompose and all of this complex computerized equipment relies on rare metals that are mined in africa and latin america by companies that destroy local communities and the land and cause irreparable damage

this isn't to slam using any of these methods or processes for making things, i've used 3d printers and worked with plastic resins and likely will in the future, i use computers, i'm typing this on my phone, i play video games etc but like that's my point, this stuff is kind of inescapable and it's so entrenched in how many of us esp those of us in the first world function day to day. there is value in the idea of taking the time to disconnect from all of that for a while, in processes that have nothing to do with the hyper-online digital tech world, in alternate ways of making art and finding entertainment and in manufacturing goods, to lessen our consumption if we can, to slow things down if we have the chance to do so, but many people are resistant to that idea or dismiss it as boomer talk or being a luddite or they get overly defensive.

my point is that the current arts industry landscape doesn't value artists who choose to work with materials and processes that provide somewhat of a respite from all of this, it doesn't value traditional craft and it can't bc the way the global economy is structured under capitalism requires making more things constantly and faster and for cheaper, it all relies on forever increasing profit margins. it does not value craft because it does not value labour. and valuing craft, and valuing slow processes and the physical labour involved and thinking about environmental impacts and the lifespan of an object, is fundamentally linked to valuing the labour and lives of the working class, and of the working people of the global south, and the environment.

the same tech companies that exploit and outsource labour to underpaid and slave labour in the global south and exploit blue collar workers in the global north and destroy the environment are funding the arts across the world. so many textile designers and illustrators and graphic designers i know have worked for google and amazon and banks and all of these fast fashion retailers, that's where the money is. these companies all have arts divisions, their money gets invested in arts programming talking about AI and digital economies and they get them to make art about sustainability and diversity and using all of this cool new radical tech theyre making while they simultaneously poison rivers in the amazon and manufacture their clothes in collapsing warehouses in bangladesh and send death squads to terrorize people in central africa. it's all connected, none of this is new, individual solutions to these problems don't exist, etc etc etc and we are all implicated in this whether willfully or not.

but on a micro level i just wish that craft was valued more and there were more opportunities for craftspeople in the arts, that there were more spaces for people who don't have any interest in working with tech or digital art, and traditional craftspeople esp those in the global south have the time and space to labour humanely and that craft labour is valued, that slow work is valued, and not for profit reasons but because it's so fundamental to the human experience and its necessary that we reassess the role of craft and analogue processes if we are to actually address climate change and the impacts of mass manufacturing in its current form on people and the planet. but all of this is a symptom of a greater problem (capitalism, and imperialism which is the highest stage of capitalism), it doesn't exist in a vacuum.

#im just talking to myself btw i dont expect anyone to read all this you can keep scrolling

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montywithchildhoodtrauma · 3 months

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I saw a goddess part 2

The next few weeks after what everyone else called the 'Indecent' went by slowly. Monty had been forced to the confines of his room for about a week, doctors came and went. The word asphyxiation was bounced around and drifted through the crack of Monty's flimsy, broken door. Monty was told that his brain was just trying to comfort him in his final moments, bullshit. Monty knew what he saw, that creature was real, he tried talking to someone about it. Foxy and Puppet laughed in his face and told him to stay away from the ocean until he knew how to swim.

FC asked him if he was going crazy and then asked Monty if he was going to a hospital if he could have Monty's video games. Monty then wondered if Foxy would kill him if FC just so happened to accidentally get pushed into a little basket and thrown into the river for some other town to deal with. He wasn't crazy, why would he remember the goddess so perfectly if he had? Her image was engraved into his memory, clear as day. The one person who toyed with the idea was Lunar.

Though after Monty told the younger what had happened Lunar asked Monty where he learned to tell stories like that. Moon and Sun were the weirdest about the whole thing, Moon told him over and over to just stop talking about 'her'. When Monty asked how Moon knew if the creature was a girl Moon grew bright red in frustration and embarrassment and told Monty to stop talking about 'them'.

He knew something.

He knows about them- Her.

And with that Monty was one piece closer to finding more about 'her'.

"W- I don't know what you're talking about" Sun stammered, his hair was frazzled and the metal rays that kept his hair up looked like they were about to fall out. Sun most likely pulled another all nighter the night before, Monty could sympathize, buuut at the moment she was interrogating the lanky fucker.

"Come on Sunny boy, we both know yer' full 'o shit" Monty growled, she grinned as the taller ran around the table, trying to get away from the absolute wall of stubbornness and spite. Monty leaned against the table.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about! Who's SHE!?" Sun wailed in frustration, backing up slightly as Monty rounded the table slowly, almost in a playful sort of way, the ax strapped to her belt said otherwise but lets not focus on that-

"The girl I saw in the water" Monty huffed, grabbing one of the tiny plastic chairs and tossing it near Suns head.

"Are- are you still on that?!" Sun threw his hands up in exasperation, "The doctors said that she doesn't exist, shes something your brain came up wi- ACK! STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME" Sun yelped as a barrel caught him dead in the chest and bounced off.

"Shes real! She fuckin' touched my face!" Monty yelled, grabbing another chair as Sun ran behind the counter.

"MONTY! EARTH ISN'T REAL!" Sun slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes growing wide at his mistake. Monty froze, gaze boring into Suns.

Monty stalked over to the counter and leaned against it, "Wanna run that by me again?" Sun shook his head violently, Scrambling away from the shorter. "Sun~"

"I- didn't say any thing!"

"oooone"

"Sh-should I start running?"

"Two"

"I should start running-"

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE YA LILL SHIT-"

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@lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety

I did another thing!

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show earth #monty and foxy show #Monty gator and foxy show Monty #Sun and Moon show Sun #I saw a Goddess Au #New tag

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Beach proposal.

Summary: Awsten Knight and his girlfriend, (y/n), are hanging out in Portsmouth before the show and he has a very important question to ask.

I also just hit 100 followers so keep an eye out for a special fanfic post :)

Warnings: Kissing?, swearing

Word count: 1.4K

“Portsmouth is so great!” Awsten says, a smile almost permanently on his face. “Why haven’t you brought me here before?” He says squeezing my hand looking out across the river.

“Because there’s much better places to go.” I say with a smile.

“How much better can it get than this?” He says in an awe-struck sort of way.

“Much, believe me.” I kick a pebble into the river and I see a swan. “Look, a swan I say with a small grin.

“Oh my god.” He says coming to a halt. He walks towards it and the swan starts hissing.

“Awsten, it’s hissing at you.” I cover my mouth to stop my self laughing as I watch my boyfriend approaching a hissing swan. “Aws, it’ll bite you.” I warn him trying not to laugh.

“Can I feed it?” He asks trying to stroke the swan.

“Feed it what?” I ask rubbing my face.

“I mean we just went bought some sandwiches, can swans have sandwiches?” I shrug.

“You’re not feeding it my sandwich.” I say crossing my arms.

“No, no, pass me mine.” I dig through my bag and pull out a plain cheese sandwich.

“Here.” I say and pass him his boring sandwich.

He opens it and starts trying to offer it to the swan but it looks like he’s taunting the swan. I shake my head as he tentatively places the bred in front of the swan.

“Love, save some of your sandwich.” I say as he feeds the swan like half of it.

“Fine.” He stand up and I take the sandwich off of him with a laugh. “Wait, lemme get a video first.”

“You’d think that they didn’t have swans in America.” I say mostly to myself. “Whilst your videoing the swan I’m going to get myself an ice cream.” I lure him away from the swan with the idea of ice cream. “Let’s go get ice cream!” I say excitedly as he re-joins me leaving the swan alone.

“Okay, whatever m’lady wants.” He says in a fake British accent.

“That was not a British accent.” He frowns jokingly. “But quite attractive.”

He smirks and grabs my hand again. “I’ll have to bear that in mind then.”

We buy ice cream and sit on a wall.

“C’mon let’s go to the beach.” He says dragging me along. Surprisingly the weather is warm, abnormal for the UK.

“Okay.” I look at one of the signs saying nude beach with an arrow. “Let’s go this way.” I say diverting us away from the nude beach.

“What? You don’t wanna go to the nude beach?” He says mockingly. “I think it’ll be fun.” He says but I pull him back the right way.

We make it to the not-nude beach and sit down by the sea. Not too close to the water.

“I can’t believe that you bought a plain cheese sandwich and then a vanilla ice cream. You're so boring!” I say licking my strawberry ice cream.

“Damn, okay then.” He rolls his eyes jokingly.

We finish our ice creams and Awsten pulls me up from the sand and drags me towards the sea. I’m wearing shorts but Awsten’s wearing trousers so he rolls them up. I kick off my shoes as we run into the sea. He kicks some water at me and laughs as I pout.

The water only reaches our lower legs as we face each other holding hands giggling like teenagers.

“I love you.” He says rubbing his nose against mine making me laugh.

“I love you too.” I say copying his actions.

He steps back away from me and kneels on one knee in the water.

“Aws, what are you doing, you're going to get wet!” I joke, confused.

He pulls out a small box from his hoodie and my face drops releasing what he might be doing.

“(y/n) (m/n) (l/n), I love you more than anything in the world, I would give you the world if you could and I want to spend the rest of my life trying to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you as my wife. Six years of dating you has finally made me realise what I want my life to look like.” He pauses and my hands fly to my mouth as I watch him open the ring box. “I want to write cheesy songs about you, I want to experience the good and bad of life with you. I want us to share our good and bad. I’ve spoken to your parents, I’ve got there blessing to ask you this question. (y/n), will you marry me?” He says with a nervous smile.

“Yes! Yes, of course I will!” He slides the ring on my finger and jumps up splashing water everywhere. I place my hands on his face and kiss him passionately as he matches the emotion. Our lips slide against each other and I can taste the salt from the sea on his lips. I thread my fingers through his red, faded hair deepening the kiss as he places his hands on the back of my neck.

We break form the kiss and we look into each other eyes, only love is reflected between our eyes. Love and large smiles.

I quickly pull him into a hug and he reciprocates wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“I love you, future Mrs Knight.” He says and I chuckle.

“I love you too, my fiance.” I say, my head settling in the crook of his neck.

Suddenly I hear clapping coming from the beach, I turn around to look at the beach and I see everyone.

It’s some strangers, they must’ve seen the successful proposal. We wade back to the beach and a chorus of congratulations comes from the kind strangers.

“Thank you.” I reply politely a smile etched into my face.

The crowd of people dissipates and we head back away from the beach.

“What do you want to do now?” He says with his damp trousers.

“Ice cream.” I say even though we’ve had it already.

“Okay.” He chuckles and we hurry to the store not wanting it to close before we get there.

We eat the ice cream and head back, I have a shower whilst Aws tells the guys the good news. The show’s not too long now, I think the first support act are on right now so still an hour or two. I get out of the shower and the guys are gone, I wrap a towel around me and see a note on the table.

“Show starts soon, getting ready. Come down when you’re ready. Awsten x.” I smile seeing the note and hurry down once I’m dressed and ready.

I hang out in the dressing room with them until they have to go on. I’m sure it annoyed the stylist me being there because me and Awsten were inseparable.

An hour or so later they go on stage. Aws kisses me on the head before running onto stage. I watch the show and sigh, then laugh when he starts talking about the swan we met earlier. He runs off stage and grabs his phone to show the video.

“There was a nudist neach not far from there.” He says recounting the day giggling as he goes. “Me and my girlfriend, (y/n), you guys know her right?” The crowd cheers. “Yeah, we had ice cream after seeing the swan, yeah, then we went to this beach, not the nudist beach. And you know what I did?” He asks and the crowd are oblivious. “Wait, (y/n)! Come out here and tell everyone what happened!” He yells off stage and I shuffle out of the wings onto the stage. The fans cheer as I walk on. “(y/n), would you mind telling the fans what I did earlier?” He passes me the microphone.

“He proposed.” I say and lift up my hand showing off my ring.

The crowd goes completely crazy as I show everyone the ring. I kiss him on the cheek before ruffling his hair and running off stage again.

“Did you guys here that?” He says eagerly. “I proposed to my girlfriend of six years. Shit, I proposed!” He says, a massive smile on his face. “I’m getting married!” The crowd is still going crazy. “You guys better be waiting for a song about that!” He jokes enjoying himself. “Love you (y/n)!” He shouts off stage.

“Yeah, you better!”

AN: Fun fact, I was actually at this show, it was like a month ago and it was amazing.

He said about the ice cream and the swan during the show so this is all authentic, except for the proposal part.

Thank you, my 100 followers!

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wandringaesthetic · 26 days

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I wanted to kinda respond to @risingoflights post I reblogged re: FFVII Rebirth feeling shallow but didn't want to do it on the reblog of their post because this is going to be a lot

First of all, if I was grand czar of the universe, Remake/Rebirth/Reunion wouldn't exist. You can't go back, you can't step in the same river twice. I don't like the cash grab, I don't like the idea of replacing the original. Nothing can replace the original. It's not 1997 and we live in a world in which Final Fantasy VII already exists. I would rather they spent the time and money working on FFXVII.

However.

I am also mortal and weak and FFVII had a huge impact on my life and I'm against the concept of denying myself simple pleasures, so ofc I played them, preordered them asap, etc. And with Remake? With the understanding that I don't think that the game should exist, I also think that it is about the best possible version of the concept that could exist. In the words of Tim Rogers, it is more Final Fantasy VII than Final Fantasy VII. It's not flawless, but nothing is. I think of it like I think of the Lord of the Rings movies. Are they *perfect* adaptations of the books? No. But they're about the maximum good it was possible for them to be. And the fact that it is a stealth *sequel* to the original game actually makes me feel better about the whole endeavor. We aren't even really trying to replace the original. The original is a key component to what we're doing here. It's in conversation with the original.

(Adaptation may be an even more apt metaphor than I originally intended, because a video game in 1997 and a AAA video game in 2024 are for all intents and purposes different mediums. It's like comparing silent film to something that came out last week. It has a different toolkit, a different runtime, a different budget, etcetcetc)

(spoilers for all of Rebirth from here)

I enjoyed Rebirth quite a lot but I don't feel as rosy about it as I did about Remake. I spent about 130 hours on Rebirth. One could play the original game in its entirety three times in that time, and there's not that much more going on in Rebirth, plot-wise, than there is in this segment of the original game. There's a lot of *setup*. It looks like there's going to be a lot more going on in Wutai than in the OG in part 3, Rufus is having a really weird time, I love what they did with the Gi and with Cosmo Canyon &etc, but beyond texture there's not a huge amount of meaningful content here. The stuff that is going on with Cloud and Sephiroth is so much more *subtle* in the OG, but also it can be because it's doing it with a fraction of the runtime and the text. Sephiroth has to pop up a lot more here because while you're running around taking photos and making cactuar poses and finding every piece of the genji armor and soaking up the gleefully absurd world and its approximately 3000 minigames you might legitimately forget about him if he didn't pester Cloud repeatedly.

This makes me very interested in what Squeenix might do with a game/story/world that was built for this runtime/structure, and again, I had a really fun time with this game, but it does, I agree, make for a more shallow overall experience than the original did.

AS FOR THE PLOT where it diverges rather than just expands on the original and the multiverse/meta stuff: now that I know that they're going for multiverse shenanigans and not just straight up "we are taking a different path from here" like it looked like they might be at the end of Remake

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm how to put this

The more you increase the scope of a conflict, the more you run the risk of the whole thing collapsing in on itself. Now I know this is Final Fantasy and the stakes being no more or less than the fate of the world is the norm here. An epic scope is a necessity. But when you're dealing with the fate of multiple timelines and every reality, it makes the choices and stakes of the individual human characters and conflicts kind of trivial. Original flavor FFVII is, at least on one level, about holding off the corporate-greed-driven death of the planet we live on. Rebirth makes that kind of a side show to Sephiroth and Aerith's struggle to see who gets to say what reality is and maybe also their struggle for Cloud's soul. By making the stakes even bigger, you kind of make them even smaller. Instead of being about monopolies and energy consumption and breaking out of the matrix, etc, it's kind of just about this one guy (Sephiroth) who sucks. Why are Aerith and Cloud and Zack and Sephiroth determining the fate of every reality again? Why THESE guys?

(This is notably a potential critique of the original game, that Sephiroth kind of sucks all the light and air out of the plot post-Midgar. Wouldn't it be interesting if Shinra were the main baddies the whole way through? Yeah, but that would be a different story, wouldn't it?)

What was I saying?

Well.

Without something to ground these multiple realities-and-planets-and-universes types stakes it gets sort of hard to relate to and hang onto and be touched by the story. Since Aerith is dead in some realities and alive in others and since "dead loved one" is a reality many people face within our universe and "both alive and unalive" loved one is not.... I mean, again, epic fantasy story but it has to hang on to real life emotions in SOME way, right? If there are many universes does what we do even fuckin matter, man?

FFXIV grounds its grand multiple-universes-and-planets stakes by making Endwalker metaphorically about each person's struggle against despair and the knowledge of each of our own inevitable deaths. And, I don't know, maybe Reunion will do something like this eventually but Rebirth pretty much doesn't and so I don't know what to do with it at this time.

#final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth spoilers

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gerogerigaogaigar · 11 months

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Kanye West - Yeezus

I'm not here to review Kanye West's recent antics. If you want my opinions on him as a person then watch these videos by F.D Signifier they cover the situation extremely well.

https://youtu.be/wvgehVhF9D4

https://youtu.be/e7e5BFJa-Ug

Here we have the last good Kanye West album. It's not as good or as revolutionary as any of his previous, but it still shows why Ye was one of the absolute best in the business. The beats are very intense and the 8nduatrial.influence is obvious. Sample choices are fewer and farther between than the usual Ye record, but they are placed with precision. The sample of Nina Simone's version of Strange Fruit on Blood On The Leaves is chilling. Lyrically however it's clear the Ye is starting to fall off. For every prescient lyric about oppression there will be some bootstrappy bullshit accusing black people of having bad fashion sense (we get it no one wanted to buy your shoes and you're mad). Or worse lyrics that are just stupid, "I keep it 300 like the Romans" and "eatin' asian pussy all I need was sweet and sour sauce" are terribly embarrassing lines and you'll find something like them on about two thirds of the album. Still, if you go in with a solid understanding of where Ye was at this point in his career it's pretty easy to overlook the weaknesses and enjoy the stark intensity of Yeezus.

Randy Newman - Sail Away

Before he was known for Pixar films Randy Newman was known for biting left wing political satire. I know Tumblr is not known for appreciating or even remotely understanding satire, but imma give you all the benefit of the doubt. The album starts right off with the title track, which is sung as a sales pitch for the trans Atlantic slave trade, promising that "you'll sing about Jesus and drink wine all day" and ominously that "you're all gonna be an American". So that's how satire works, he says one thing but you are supposed to peek behind the words and see what kind of person he is describing that would frame the slave trade that way. Get it? Between songs praising the Cuyahoga river for repeatedly catching fire and claiming that, since everyone hates America anyway, there's no harm in nuking the rest of the world Newman does find time for sincerity. Old Man is a dead sincere ode to the passing of his father and Last Night I Had A Dream seems to be unirinically about the fear of being known by others. Newman's lyricism goes between being stark and funny and it highlights the fine line between comedy and tragedy.

Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime

One of the crown achievement in punk rock. This album is long and ambling with 40+ tracks that are usually just under two minutes. The album is actively hostile to the idea of taking this shit seriously. Nothing was left on the cutting room floor, every sketch of a song is recorded and included no matter how unfinished it seems and each side of the album starts with one of the band members revving their car engines. Some of it is distinctly punk like Political Song For Michael Jackson To Sing, but then it's followed by a funk track that devolves into spoken word bits. The song Corona is just country. The album achieves coherence by trying to run as far away from it as possible. Of particular note is Mike Watt's bass playing which is often front and center and provides a very bubbly atmosphere to the album. Plus he is just a very good bassist.

The Beatles - Help!

The fab fucks are back! This time with an album that's actually kinda good. Help! is kind of a transitional record having mostly abandoned the rock n roll cover song laden early era, but not having fully embraced the somewhat more sophisticated writing style of the middle records. It's still very much crisp, simple guitar chords backing tight vocal harmonies as the song about girls and not much else. Sure the big hits Help!, Ticket To Ride, and Yesterday are great, but my faves are definitely Act Naturally and I've Just Seen A Face.

Pavement - Wowee Zowee

I'm calling bullshit because Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain was already in this list so you can't include any further Pavement records because that's the best one. Wowee Zowee is also probably their weakest imo, not that it's bad but it's a 9 in a sea of 10s. Pavement lost their edge a bit on this one, it's still a collection of great songs but well Range Life is one of my favorite Pavement songs. That doesn't mean I want an entire album of Range Life.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

Pink Floyd is a band that was no stranger to personnel changes. Syd Barrett was the original frontman of the group and left in 68 due to mental health issues. Wish You Were Here is the band's ode to their lost member. David Gilmour's sweeping guitar work perfectly encapsulates the feeling of loss and alienation. It's dreamlike, as if it were a memory barely recollected. That guitar is what carries most of the album, the title track and all nine parts of Shine On You Crazy Diamond live in the spaces between Gilmour's note and Waters' lyrics which come together to eulogize their friend who is still alive but unrecognizable in his deteriorated state. It's weird and tragic, but I think it's beautiful that they made this whole album dedicated to just hoping that Syd could get some help.

#kanye west #randy newman #minutemen #the beatles #pavement #pink floyd #500 album gauntlet

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