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Things End | People Change - Long Enough

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content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, captivity, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper, lady whumper, non-binary whumper, dehumanisation, whipping, sun and silver burning, knives, cigarette burns, muzzles, restraints, stress positions, collars, begging, literal bootlicking, gagging, whumpee believing they deserve it

Sawyer is the smoker and makes you call him sir. Vincent can remember that because of the alliteration. Leigh-Ann has bright pink hair, the colour of the sky before the sun rises when she chains him up outside. Ezekiel is the sadistic one, and brings his own knives, sharp like the sound of his name. Ainsley is also sir, but Vincent doesn't really have anything clever for them. They're just more merciful, and Vincent's pain-wracked mind latches onto that.

He doesn't know why he bothers remembering. It isn't as though they ever told him their names, he just overheard. But it's something. Something to hold onto. It's a different pain every day, but it's the same four people. Consistency.

How long has it been since the hunters captured him?

Vincent doesn't know.

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When Sawyer pulls the blindfold from Vincent's face, the vampire keeps his eyes closed anyway, whimpering softly.

"Come on, parasite." Sawyer, smoker, sir. "If ya make me drag you up it'll only get worse. Knees, now."

Vincent whines, but pulls himself upright. Sawyer turns him around and shoves him against the wall with his boot, tugging on Vincent's hair to make him straighten his back. There's no arguing with Sawyer. The one time Vincent tried, Sawyer stabbed a silver knife through his palm to pin him to the leg of the table, and left him there until every nerve in his arm went numb from holding it up.

The muzzle comes off. Vincent doesn't need to be told to count anymore. Sawyer cuts him open with the silver tipped whip and in between screams he obediently counts, multiples of six. Sawyer always stops on a multiple of six.

It's twenty-four, today - either he has something else planned or he's already getting tired. Vincent doesn't dare to slump, to think it's over before he gets confirmation.

"Hands behind your head," Sawyer grins.

Vincent doesn't have the instinct to make a sound when it doesn't really hurt in comparison to much worse things, but he cries out anyway as Sawyer cuffs him, using the chains dangling from the ceiling instead of the ones on his belt, just so Vincent can't lower his arms, and lights a cigarette.

"If you didn't scream so nice we'd never take the muzzle off," Sawyer muses.

"I know," Vincent mutters. "That's why you took me. You remind me all the time."

Sawyer narrows his eyes, and presses his cigarette to the base of Vincent's neck, making him sharply scream and try to writhe away.

"Don't get mouthy, bloodsucker," Sawyer snaps.

"I- I'm sorry, sir!" Vincent says quickly, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, p-please don't-- hnn-- th-thank you for reminding me…"

Sawyer has his favourites and he sticks to them. Whipping and cigarette burns and stress positions and beatings. Vincent knows what to expect. It doesn't hurt any less.

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Vincent is almost immediately let out of the chains when Leigh-Ann arrives, but he quickly scrambles away, shaking his head frantically. He whimpers and whines, but Leigh-Ann grabs him by the wrist and drags him across the floor like he weighs nothing. She hums to herself, punctuated by Vincent's strangled sounds as his broken body hits every stair on the way up.

Both of them know he could run, if he really tried, but he can't remember the last time he even got to stand.

More chains, this one attached to a post. Vincent struggles until Leigh-Ann kicks him in the face, and he can only sob pathetically as she puts the collar around his throat. It's close, it's so close, but it doesn't burn, because he begged desperately at Ainsley until they agreed to give him a bandage for his neck. He doesn't know why it hurts worse there. He guesses it's something to do with the scars. She pulls off the muzzle too. Just to hear him scream.

Leigh-Ann sits down at the picnic table they've set up just outside the door. She has a book with her. Vincent's vision is too blurred to be able to read the title. It doesn't matter, what matters is that it's almost certainly minutes before the sun begins to creep over the horizon.

"Thank you for letting me keep the shirt on, this time," Vincent says softly.

Leigh-Ann snorts. "You're adorable. Yeah, you should be grateful."

He knows. He should be grateful for every tiny mercy, even though he should know there's no real mercy here at all.

Vincent starts crying before it actually burns. The anticipation is almost as bad as the pain. He knows it's coming. He can't stop it. All he can do is play this game. He feels the first bit of warmth on his body. It doesn't burn, yet.

It creeps and coils up his legs, and he tries to take comfort in the cold concrete as the sunlight reaches the back of his knees. He knows it's no fun if he starts to struggle too quickly, but he wants to, he so badly wants to beg, even though Leigh-Ann won't give him anything for begging.

He chokes himself on his first scream, the collar digging into his larynx and making him gag as he rushes forward. They set up an umbrella to create shade, shade that, logically, Vincent knows he will always be just a few inches short of. It doesn't stop him from bruising his throat trying to get to it.

"PLEASE!" he screams, tears streaming down his face. "Please, p-please!"

His only saving grace is that he's allowed to have his back to the sun. It won't burn his face more than it already is. But the sun is already blistering his pale skin and he feels like he's inside a bonfire and it's another hour before he's allowed under the shade to grovel at Leigh-Ann's feet.

All she does is smirk lazily and smother his face into the concrete as he babbles thank yous.

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Vincent sleeps for a little while before Ezekiel comes. He isn't sure how long. Ezekiel isn't a morning person, he knows that, so maybe it was even a few hours. Vincent feels like a fool for being so happy at that idea.

"Oh, they've already fucked you up today, huh?" Ezekiel laughs, pulling Vincent up by the hair. "Well, there's always more I can do."

Vincent limply lets himself be cuffed to the table, sobbing quietly when the silver burns his skin. He wishes Ezekiel would get sick of the knives, just once, but it's never going to happen. Ezekiel stuffs Vincent's shirt into his mouth as a gag. He could just use the muzzle, but that would be far less humiliating.

Fangs tear holes into the fabric as Vincent cries out and bites down, trying to handle the pain. He fixes his eyes to the ceiling so that he doesn't have to watch his skin blister where it's meant to bleed. He screams himself hoarse and that's about all he can remember of the whole ordeal.

Ezekiel doesn't replace the muzzle. No, Ezekiel has never feared Vincent, and for good reason. How stupid to believe that he was ever something to be feared. Ever anything more than something to be abused until he breaks and lets his animalistic monstrosity consume him.

Vincent curls up tightly in the corner when Ezekiel throws him down. He couldn't even drag himself back onto the floor. He doesn't put his shirt back on. It's filthy, anyway.

Ezekiel puts his shoe under Vincent's chin, pressing against his throat. "Don't you have something to say?"

"Thank… thank you," Vincent murmurs.

Ezekiel presses harder. "For what, leech?"

"F-For hurting me," Vincent replies, eyes fluttering. He's so tired.

"God, I love that you say that!" Ezekiel laughs delightedly and gives Vincent one last kick for good measure. Vincent barely feels it at all.

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"N-No, please," are the first words out of Vincent's mouth when the door opens again. "Please, I can't, I'll do whatever else you want…"

Vincent hates Ainsley's commanding silence. He feels so small, even though he's sure he's taller than Ainsley by a good few inches. But his place is on his bruised and burned knees, and he forces himself onto them as Ainsley approaches, bending so that his forehead rests on the floor.

"Please, sir," Vincent whimpers. "I- I'm in so much pain, I--"

"So?" Ainsley says montonely. "Get up."

"Please!" Vincent's hands curl into fists. "A-Anything else. Whatever you want, p-please, I don't care how humiliating it is! Please j-just don't hurt me anymore, just for a little while, please, sir."

Ainsley doesn't reply for a long moment.

"Alright then, go on," Ainsley finally says, shoving their boots under Vincent's nose. "Lick my boots clean and you can sleep for the entire night."

Vincent doesn't even hesitate. He fills his mouth with leather and thanks them for the privilege, because it isn't pain, because he knows it's all that he deserves, because the only thing he's useful for is being hurt and used and if they aren't going to kill him at least he can still be useful.

How long has it been?

Vincent doesn't know. Long enough that the taste of Ainsley's boots is something he's willing to be grateful for.

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#polly's prose #things end | people change #vincent maddox #the hunters #whump #whump writing #vampire whumpee #yea this one's a lot.#i'll go back and edit the pieces to have the series title at some point. why am i so inconsistent about everything

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suddencolds · 2 months

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#not snz #more musings 📝 / mini vent:#not sure why my social battery is so limited 😭 and also so inconsistent #i feel like i can't sustain the amount of... like continued/consistent enthusiasm i see others giving esp in group settings #i just don't know how to engage in that way without burning out #over the past few weeks i've been stuck in like #a strange state where i can't muster the energy to properly respond to even the people i'm most excited to reply to #which is strange??#(and if that is you i am sorry 😭 i love you and i will get back to you)#i think i can't even like manage to get myself into the mindset of enjoying something for myself (eg. a conversation with a friend)#i think a part of it is the stress from work leeching into my personal life #i feel like i've been working so hard and for such long hours but its the kind of work where the progress i've made is very hard to track??#:( i just want to be off of ******* work so i can work on ******* work again #i also want to get ahead enough on everything in my life so that i write y+v D:#i feel like i haven't had a properly restful day in weeks... even over the weekend i was busy attending to others' needs #i just want a break from it all... but i dont have enough time to take off... but i dont know how much more of this i can take #i remember also feeling during uni like i was drowning #like there were simply not enough hours in a day to deliver everything i promised. it's such an awful feeling #i just feel defeated. like i've felt exhausted for weeks and weeks on end and like i spend every waking hour working on something or other #but ofc there is nothing to do but to keep at it 😭 other people can handle all of this and more #there are so many people i refuse to let down

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cawcawbak · 11 months

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I have already said it but I want to clarify :

Warning, this is a rant, but why do Zelda fans feel the need to mock those who dare to offer a critical opinion about their favorite game or character?

Especially when it comes to Ganondorf. I can't count how many times I've seen people mocking those who criticize the storyline of TOTK and how the antagonist is portrayed, saying completely narrow-minded things like "duuuuuuuuh, but Ganondorf is pure evil," "those who think he's redeemable are easily manipulated," "he's the villain, and the others are the good guys, end of the story, haha, I'm so much smarter than you, LOLLOLOLOLOL."

Let's make this clear: NO ONE SAID THAT TOTK GANONDORF IS GOOD OR THAT HIS ACTIONS ARE JUSTIFIED.

The problem is that the storyline of TOTK is poorly written, and many people expected a WW Ganondorf but ended up with a TP version of him.

While personally, I didn't expect anything, I understand why some people are frustrated. Once again, let me repeat it:

Critiquing Rauru and Hyrule doesn't mean Ganondorf's actions are forgiven.

Furthermore, there is absolutely nothing ridiculous about complaining about how Nintendo treats Ganondorf (or any other character, for that matter). I've already made a post about this, but WW Ganondorf is one of the best antagonists they have ever written in the Legend of Zelda franchise. That's because they gave him a more human and realistic dimension compared to his other versions. I'd also like to add that originally, Ganondorf was meant to have a good side, much like Raoh in Fist of the North Star, and therefore, he wasn't meant to be 100% evil. But unfortunately, they changed their minds.

Is it really that hard to grasp? I'm sorry for being so upset, but this is really beyond me

#my best bet is those people are trolling #but even though I wanted very badly to say it #and the lore and universe in loz tend to be inconsistent #but it's actually an extraordinary sandbox #everything could be canon even good ganondorf or evil zelda!#the only limit is your imagination #and I don't see the problem if you want to write a fic or draw a comic making totk ganondorf good #like why not #that doesn't make you gullible #rant #my thoughts

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canni-killer · 3 months

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finish drawing. feel proud! see three pieces of art. i want to kill myself.

#ive been drawing for years why am i so bad #inconsistent also #bad AND inconsistent #anyways did anyone see the pic i drew haha its good right #who am i fucking kidding its awful #everything i make art writing knitting sewing etc its all terrible #no matter how much i practice i never improve #i cant write either my writing is terrible #and ive p much abandoned knitting #i occasionally sew holes in clothes but im bad at it #i have no fuckng skills #i should be good at this stuff its all stuff ive been doing sonce i was a fucking child #why is my baby cousin better at knitting than mr #why is my cousin so much better at art when were the same age and ive been drawing longer #i cant act either. or sing. i used to want to do musical theater but yknow #i cant bring myself to pick up my guitar cuz i know ill never be good at it. it frirates me to practice.#i played trombone for 2 ½ years and never got any better #i couldn't even read a single scale and my playing was quiet and bad #fuck #fuck fuck fuck #ill mever be good at anything #im a hack. talentless. unskilled. in every way possible.#can i find one fucking thing that im good at #“do it for yourself!” I CANT I FUCKING CANT if no one else likes it then its not good #and if its not good theres no point to it #becuz its just another way in which ive failed #i hate myself. im a disgusting failure #and im too cowardly to even kill myself #“im living for so and so :3” LIES LIES ITS ALL LIES IM ALIVE BECUZ IM A COWARD #everyone else will be fine without me. maybe happier even. i just cant do it cuz im fucking scared. another gd thing im a failure at.

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a-very-fond-farewell · 16 days

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scoliosisgoblin · 2 months

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But fr all the VN games specifically yandere male love interest likely not gonna finish but understandable because it’s a small project and coding is not easy as it looks. What do you think?

eh, I get having a project and losing motivation to finish it. there's so many instances of that, and I got a shit ton of projects I never finished because of the lack of motivation or art/writer's block

there's really no problem with not finishing a game or taking years to do so. it's not an easy task in any way

BUT I do think you should be able to be annoyed at how long a game is taking to come out, you can be impatient, it's fine! I hate waiting a year for another season of Rick and Morty (and the next season's only coming out next year due to grinding too hard or something), and though I do complain about the wait, I can recognize that it's not an easy thing to do — ESPECIALLY when it's an indie show

indie games will take a long time to make, and that is perfectly fine. I'm impatient but am fine waiting years for a good game. I'm pretty sure the main reason why people are verbally impatient with the development of Your Boyfriend, is because the creators have no idea who Yb is and continuously change his character's lore for some reason. not only that but they're just TERRIBLE people

#but idk I haven't really thought too much on the topic #just speaking out my ass #yapping even #I do think though that we should be more patient when it comes to making games and such though #sdv was made by one person and only recently released an update that was worked on for like three years #and everyone's cool with it BECAUSE of its payoff #with YB. the payoff just doesn't feel like it's there #even if the game isn't out yet #everything is super rushed and the writing is bad at times. the main fucking character's design is weak compared to it's “rivals”#YES I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. TK'S DESIGN WILL FOREVER BE MY FAVORITE.#I feel like the plot of the game would work better if it took over the span of a few weeks or a month or two #AND TIME SKIPS ARE FINE!#if day 1 and 2 had a week between them (with a small thingy that said like Peter starting coming by the diner more or whatever) it'd be cool #cause no fucking way was Peter like “I gotta be tame for yn to trust me” and the next fucking day he's so ready to fuck #INCONSISTENT IN-FUCKING-CONSISTENT #I just think it's way too rushed. why are we speed running a dating-stalking sim?#asks #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend peter #indie games #yb fandom #yb peter #yb game #yb #peter dunbar #yb tk #Tk... my majesty 🧎🙏

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goldentigerfestival · 3 months

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boy does Fluri make me feel things. a lot of things. i love. them.

#GTF Things #sometimes I wanna just write like. this gigantic post abt them. and why their relationship is perfected in context #but with the context of all the side material too? like drama CDs and the movie and the novel #bc plot/story inconsistencies aside it all really adds up in a straight line and creates an amazing story of their relationship #and for the life of me I cannot stop thinking about how all of it adds up into this super deeply realistic relationship #like it's not idealized. it's not perfect. it's not a shiny happy little ship where everything goes perfectly #it has all the bad moments where they still love each other through it but they DO hurt each other without truly meaning to #it's just that sometimes i wanna talk abt the depth of their relationship and how it goes so much deeper than #just what we got in the game but how all of it cumulates into what we have in the game from beginning to end #and how everything in the game (JP bc the dub removed a LOT of important tone between them vocally)#does also have a full progression of their relationship that ends in their favor and probably wouldn't EVER be rocky again after that #like I think by the end of the game they've come out on top of any possibility of ever letting that happen again #the unfortunate part is really just. idk who cares abt reading ship essays or who cares abt Fluri #except like idk five people LMAO. I know I'm kinda new here and don't know many ppl but #I legitimately don't know many ppl who care abt the ship at least particularly deeply as an OTP #but narratively speaking they are literally one of my favorite ships ever bc of how deep the content for them goes

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years

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At this point, I honestly do think that Angel and Angelus are the same person (I'll probably make a more detailed post about all this later).

Like, the whole Angel/Angelus debacle--and us fans asking whether they're the same person or not--is because the show first tells us that a vampire is not the human person left behind with a demon in them: instead, the demon takes over the human's body--almost possesses them, if you will--and may have the memories and even the personality of the person they inhabited, but really isn't that human and has nothing to do with them at all.

But later on, things in the show (like how Spike was handled) make fans begin to question this.

So fans then usually come up with the idea that the Watcher's Council was wrong in telling us this first thing that we heard. Or moreover, that that's probably what they want their Slayers to believe, for obvious reasons. But really, vampires are the person they once were, they just have a demon in them now and no soul/conscience.

Like I said: I might get into all of that in another post. But like a lot of fans have come up with, I do now think that Angel/Angelus are the same person, and that Angelus sort of developed split personalities.

And fanfic writers usually give the following reason for this, if they also buy into this idea.

That when Angelus' soul was restored to him--and all the Catholic teachings he believed in and adhered to as a human--he couldn't deal with it, so came up with the idea that it wasn't really him (and in some ways, it wasn't. Because with a soul/conscience and without the demon, he never would have done that stuff). It was the demon. And thus the Angelus and Angel split was born.

I think another idea similar to that (I don't know if I've seen it in fanfiction, though maybe I have) is that when Angelus' conscience is returned to him, he can't handle all of the horrible things that he did--the mind can only deal with so much, after all--and so in order to protect itself, it comes up with the idea it wasn't truly him--and the Angelus and Angel split is born.

But one thing I feel like I've never seen anyone mention (that I was having a discussion about with a friend once)... is the possibility is that the Romani curse itself could have been responsible for the split. Or at least partly responsible for it. Because there's the loophole in the curse, that after Angel gets his soul back, he'll lose it again if he ever knows a moment of true happiness. But doesn't this make it so there will always be a monstrous version of himself that he can turn back into? It almost makes it sound like to me that the conditions of the curse make it so that "Angelus" can never be rehabilitated, even if he got a chip or whatever like Spike did, so there would always be evil for Angel to turn back into, if he had his moment of true happiness, all so the Romani could have their revenge that way. Does that make sense to anyone else, or am I just crazy? ^_^'

#buffy the vampire slayer #long post #angel #angelus #angel(us)#also. i think the real reason for the inconsistent soul writing is (a)the writers didn't have it all figured out from the get-go and made #it up as they went along. and thus there are plotholes #and/or (b) they sometimes didn't care about the soul rules if better character writing could come out of it. so they just did whatever #and i'm not condoning them for that. at the end of the day i'd better have good character writing over consistent lore #like i said. i might make a bigger post about all of this someday #but they def didn't have all of this planned out at first. they didn't even know angel WAS a vampire at first. they thought he'd be a legit #angel. lol #but like... at this point. i just see too many similarities between angel and angelus to see them as different characters #and i think even in s2 we were supposed to see them as the same character (i think writing in later seasons changed this though like as4)#but notice how in bs2 that even when angel has turned evil the scooby gang still calls him angel #i think the tie-in novels (though if you want to see them as canon or not is up to you) has a somewhat similar belief #and in s3 buffy saying things like 'i know everything that you did because you did it to me. god i wish that i wish you did. but i don't #i can't' makes me think this is right. note that she doesn't say 'i know everything that ANGELUS did. because he did it to me' or anything #like that. it's 'you'#i know this might be an unpopular opinion among my fellow bangels though. and i can get why #but to me. this is what i think canon was trying to say. but if you don't agree that's totally totally fine #and i still think you can't really pin angelus' sins onto angel. and i get why buffy thinks that too #but also get why angel thinks he needs to make amends for them #but once again. the lore IS inconsistent. so there may be no real answer here. or we may get different answers. or more than one

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beauceronn · 5 months

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Me: be patient

Also me: *refreshing my email every 20 minutes*

#tomorrow ill be doing dog stuff all day so i wont have the chance god bless 🙏#im also hopefully starting handling classes next week!#which is why i really need to start setting up a store to sell my art #on account of im literally on a 5 month timer before i get kicked out #on a lighter note also hopefully joining a local kennel club so thats cool!#im so stressed genuinely i feel miserable and anxious but alas so it goes.#minimum wage here is reasonable but not really when you consider how much i am paying for gas to drive to work/school/dog stuff #im just very lost. obviously cant work this job forever because it is so physically taxing and inconsistent but i dont have any other -#- options #like how do i begin going about peddling my art? how do i begin building a portfolio?#i HAVE a website but im not even sure what to post #what to write about #etc etc etc #i am a good writer too! i know im a good writer but i just dont know what to write ABOUT #what interests people?#what would people want me to do a deep dive on?#the blessing of being autistic means i love everything about purebred dogs and love doing deep dives on different topics #the curse of being autistic is i can leave no stone unturned and then it becomes overwhelming and i cant put everything into a cohesive -#- piece.#anyway. my situation is not unique but it is to me and the doom and gloom is setting in #apologies if you read this far.

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coquelicoq · 10 months

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le robert de poche:

fou (ou fol), folle [...] II. adj. (fol devant un n. sing. commençant par une voyelle ou un h aspiré: fol espoir, fol hasard ; sinon par archaïsme)

wait...devant un h aspiré, not un h muet??? that's not how other adjectives work:

beau (ou bel devant voyelle ou h muet et dans des locutions), belle adj. ce, cette, ces adj. dém. (ce prend la forme cet devant voyelle ou h muet)

and like the definition of an h aspiré is that you can't make liaison with it, so it makes way more sense to put a consonant before an h muet than before an h aspiré...

so i would think it's a typo, but then it gives fol hasard as an example, and hasard definitely starts with an h aspiré! so what is the truth???

#wordreference says '« fou » devient « fol » devant un mot masculin commençant par une voyelle ou un « h » muet.'#but explain fol hasard then!#also writing these all together is making me realize how inconsistent the formatting is lol #why say 'beau (ou bel devant voyelle etc.)‚ belle' but 'ce‚ cette‚ ces adj. dém. (ce prend la forme cet devant voyelle etc.)'?#just say 'ce (cet devant voyelle ou h muet)‚ cette‚ ces'#copyediting 39k entries and getting everything consistent must have been such a nightmare so they get a pass #but still i wish i hadn't noticed this because now it will bug me #lecture du dico #french #phonology #my posts

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americankimchi · 2 years

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the kenobi show was so much fun.......... but i am having a hard time integrating it into canon

#personal #why does star wars persist on retconning things to hell and back #even if the retcons are entertaining and provide context to certain things #other times it feels shoehorned in to squeeze out every last drop of content #AH I DON'T KNOW. the writing in the show was SO inconsistent and the choices were so weird #but that's my BOY [gestures at obi wan]#i had SO much fun. absolutely going to watch it again some day. but also..........#i dunno #the OT was all about how yoda and obi wan were the last and luke was the vanguard of a new age #all this disney stuff about other jedi working in the background while nice and exciting kinda........ i dunno #the Impact™ of the OT seems a little weaker in that respect #is this making sense to anyone........ anyways my stance on sw canon hasn't changed #movies = hard canon and everything else is optional

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digitaldiscipline · 5 months

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WHY SRIRACHA WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND AND NOW TASTES BAD

If you like hot sauces and the like you probably have been a big fan of sriracha... specifically the sriracha made by Huy Fong Foods. But, you may have noticed that since 2020 there have been noticeable times where it was sold out for months and months. Even worse - now that it is back on shelves it tastes like crap.

I did some digging.

All of the peppers for Huy Fong Foods Sriracha were grown on Underwood Ranches in Ventura County, CA. Family-owned farm (since the 1800s) that grew along with Huy Fong Foods. Starting at 400 acres and growing to almost 4000 to support the popularity of sriracha. This was when it tasted good. In the late 20-teens Huy Fong decided to demand money back from the farm for... no one really fully understands why. They then severed the contract leaving Underwood with 4000 acres of hot peppers and no one to buy them.

Meanwhile Huy Fong approached a number of other farms scattered across southern California and had them quickly spin up pepper concerns. This put a massive dip in their supply and they lost a year of sauce-making basically. Then bad weather knocked out a lot of these farms and they lost another season or two. Also the quality and flavor across multiple farms was inconsistent.

Meanwhile Underwood sued Huy Fong, won, received 23 million dollars, hired back their workers, and got back to growing. Additionally they were able to mitigate a lot of the weather issues the last few years through better technique and had bumper crops.

So they made their own sauce - Underwood Dragon Sriracha...

and lord strike me down if it doesn't taste much more like the older sriracha than whatever Huy Fong Foods is making now. Anyways, they don't seem to sell to stores but you can buy directly from their website. I did and I've been putting it on everything.

I wasn't paid to write this... I just like doing exhaustive research about things I enjoy.

(EDIT to adjust Underwood Farms to Underwood Ranches, and change location from Ventura to Ventura County)

Source: https://www.facebook.com/sean.baptiste.125/posts/10159735977401881

#sriracha

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vavoom-sorted-art · 5 months

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Sleight of Hand - Chapter 3: The Prestige

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Only the most premium of premium porn can do @moonyinpisces’ writing justice, which is why this chapter took so damn long, but now it’s finally here!

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“Aziraphale,” Crowley whispers brokenly. The way he says it… it sounds like Song of Songs. It sounds like Twelfth Night. It sounds– holy.

The polaroid is face-up beside Crowley’s head, just inches away. Aziraphale leans down and kisses him, uses the distraction to carelessly throw it out to the center of the room before the guilt stalls him altogether. It’s not about hiding it from Crowley, not now. No, it’s that Aziraphale can’t bear to look at their faces when Crowley’s watching him openly, trustingly, knowing that he doesn’t deserve the automatic faith that he’s been given. The devotion to deception, to lies. Aziraphale kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him until it’s the only thing he can think about.

Soon, the sounds leaving Crowley’s lips become formless, shapeless. He thrusts up erratically, increasingly quick and shallow. “Oh, angel, I’m–”

“Say it,” hisses Aziraphale into his open mouth.

“Ah–” Crowley writhes in place. Tries, “Aziraphale–”

“No,” Aziraphale replies, bearing down harder and fluttering his eyes closed, brows tight. “The other thing. Say–”

“I– oh,” Crowley fumbles his hands up, pressing at the curve of his cheek, the nape of his neck. The words jumble out in inconsistent sizes and shapes, like he’d never voiced them aloud before. Didn’t know if demons could manage it before tonight, if beings materialized from hell’s machinery could communicate feelings so pure, so good to this magnitude. If Crowley can manage it without discorporating entirely.

He can. He says them over and over until they constitute their own language. A babbling brook, an unending stream. Aziraphale feels like he’s overflowing with too many emotions to ever quite name. Despite everything, though, he says them right back.

With a last forceful thrust of his hips, hands shaking on Aziraphale’s body and head thrown back in a silent sob, Crowley comes.

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famwhy · 1 year

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Inconsistent

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X F!Reader

Synopsis: In which, Hobie Brown confuses the shit out of you.

Note: following up on my last post, here is how I would write Hobie's speech patterns.

"What are you doin' up 'ere?"

Your lids fluttered open, eyes flitting to the side.

He stood there, hands stuffed in those ridiculously high pockets you always criticised with a click of your tongue; criticisms he would respond to with a light, airy laugh that never failed to melt your insides and turn you into a pile of mush.

The glow of the billboard lit him up, coating his silhouette in a warm orange that complimented him so well—bringing out his piercing, dark eyes in ways you had only ever dreamt of.

"I just felt like the ground was getting a little boring." You shrugged, forcibly tearing your gaze away from his intoxicating form to bring it back to the twinkling city below you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Your peripheral caught the sight of those familiar, heavy boots appearing out of nowhere to swing beside your own and, all of a sudden, the bustle of the sparkling street below you was the least of your worries.

Ultimately, you found your eyes trailing back up to his form—breath hitching in your throat as you gazed at him once again.

He was close; much closer than usual. His knees were practically touching your own and the piercings that littered his face glinted under your gaze. Half-lidded eyes stared back at you—a smirk sly enough to make you gulp situated on his handsome face.

"What you sayin'?"

"Hm?" You blinked.

"C'mon, love, I know when some'in's goin' on in that pre'y likkle head of yours." His leg nudged against your own, instantly sending warm tingles through your whole body. "You can chat to me; 'bout anything. You know that."

You almost couldn't help the fond smile that stretched across your lips at his words. "Yeah, I know."

Hobie had always been tender and caring; sweet and kind. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to put it. It was one of the reasons why your legs turned to jelly when around him; one of the many reasons why he absolutely floored you.

He was just so vocal about everything he believed in—held such strong opinions that he was never afraid of voicing out; that he would yell and scream at the top of his lungs about—you had almost found yourself envious of his confidence.

Even his clothes were loud; bold and so incredibly out there. You couldn't ignore his presence even if you wanted to—

—and to be honest, you never really did want to.

"How's the youngen?"

"He's fine, still on my arse about not needing his big sis to coddle him—" you rolled your eyes, "—how're yours?"

"They're 'opeless," snickered the guy, "man's out 'ere lookin' at 'er like she's the only person in the world and they're still not together."

He threw his hands up in his exasperation and you found yourself giggling slightly—you always did at his antics, no matter how ridiculous.

"...what about you?"

He rose a brow. "What about me?"

"You, uh, you have anyone you're thinking about that way?" A sudden rush of nervousness hit you all at once and you found yourself wondering why exactly you decided to open your damn mouth. "Y'know, like a— a girlfriend or something?"

"I don't believe in labels."

He said it—plain and simple—and your heart felt like it shattered in your chest, pieces of broken shards getting stuck to your insides to sting you even further.

"Oh..."

He didn't believe in labels. You probably weren't even on the list of potential lovers for him. Of course, how could you have let yourself hope for anything more?

"There's this one girl though."

You blinked, the rapidly growing pool of salty water in your eyes being desperately put to a halt. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's a nice one—nice personali'y—" he placed one arm against the rough stone of the building, leaning in so close, you could feel the light puffs of his breath against your skin, "—'m thinking of goin' for it."

You wanted to be mad at him, to loathe him for liking another girl while you were so obviously head over heels for him—but in that moment, all you could focus on were his lips and the shockingly short amount of distance between them and your own.

Your heart was beating right out of your chest and you were just so confused. Here he was, talking to you about some girl he was interested in; shattering your heart in a million pieces like some worthless, glass vase—and then he was somehow making the useless shards continue to beat pathetically at just his proximity right after he broke them.

He was just so—

"Mm?!"

Your eyes widened a little, disbelief rendering you unable to move; to respond to the sudden feeling of lips on your own—of his lips on your own.

You. He was talking about you.

Warmth bubbled inside of you—coating your whole form in a lovely sheen of bliss—and soon, your lids fluttered shut as you pushed back against him—reciprocating his passion with your own.

The kiss was sweet and tender, but it soon grew into something more than that. His arm wound around your waist as soon as you kissed back, pulling you flush up against his form and allowing you to feel the heat of his body against your own.

Your fingers made their way to his wild locks, tugging on them as you felt his hands trail down, landing on your arse and pulling you onto his lap—as though just having you right up against him wasn't enough; as though he had to have you closer.

The electricity that ran through your body was enough to coax a smile out of you—one you knew he could feel through the kiss; that you hoped he would reciprocate with just as much love.

And he did, pulling away to rest his forehead against your own—dazed, half-lidded eyes staring straight at you with a mixture between a suggestive smirk and a genuinely joyful smile on his face.

You almost forgot to breathe as you looked at him with just as many pink clouds littered in your gaze—just as much adoration written clearly in your eyes.

"How about it, love?" He asked against your lips, "wanna be mine?"

You giggled dreamily, almost like a little school girl with a crush. "I thought you didn't believe in labels?"

"I don't believe in consistency."

It was official—

—Hobie Brown was the most confusing man you had ever met.

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luckykiwiii101 · 3 months

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Doubting The Law?

Hey doubtful Upper East Siders!

You’ve read many MANY success stories I assume. You’ve analysed them top to bottom to find inconsistencies or anything to pick out to claim as false.

Well, have you ever asked yourself, why?

Not why as in “Why do I not believe them?”

But “Why do their struggles sound exactly like mine?”

“Why have they gone everything i’m going through right now, if not worse?”

“Why is it all so specific?”

“Why’s it all so relatable?”

Well the logical way to answer that is, they’ve been in your shoes before. They’ve gone through what you’re going through. But they realised that they were just scared of success. They weren’t used to success.

The illogical way to answer that is “they’re all lying. Those thousands, millions of people are all lying! they’ve photoshopped all their proof! for fun!”

look on @loasuccessarchive

Now what do you think?

We all have something called emotions.

Ask yourself, “How would I react if i truly believed that the law wasn’t real?”

Would you post a fake success story, attempting to live in the end, when you don’t even believe in it?!?!

Or would you post a rant calling it delusional BS.

I think MOST of us, if not all of us would choose the second option.

So why haven’t we seen much of that here? Why are there more success stories than rants imaginable?

So why do you doubt what’s right in-front of you?

Why do you disbelieve in the illogical. When you ARE the illogical one. Trying convince yourself that something isn’t real when the facts are right in-front if you.

It’s ILLOGICAL for 10000+ people on this app to make up fake stories about the law.

Stop choosing selective irrationality. In other words, stop choosing to be “illogical” when it fits you the most. Just because you were raised to not believe in yourself by society. The average person does not know about the law of assumption. Why would you listen to what they say?

If it was mainstream, you would believe in it wouldn’t you? Because everyone else does.

Still don’t believe me?

Remember all those bloggers that have been offline for months or years after manifesting their dream lives? Why? Oh, maybe because they’ve got their dream lives. They don’t need to roam tumblr anymore.

And i promise you, nobody’s out here concocting silly little plans to crush your dreams and make you believe in something that is fake.

The law was not discovered by little teenage girls pulling a sick joke on you to write in their burn books. It goes WAYYY back. Before you, your mother, your father, your grandmother, your grandfather was born. It’s not something new.

Would this community exist around a fake story?

No, we all know that’s not how the world works.

There is SO much proof all over the internet of people’s results. It’s insane how easy success is. Just let yourself.

You’ve manifested ALL your life.

Now you can do it in your favour.

The law is real, whether you believe in it or not.

And you will use it again, and again, you will use it tomorrow, you’ve used it yesterday, you’re using it today.

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