#Modi sucks

[bollywoodqueenkatrina]

#Katrina Kaif #Vicky Kaushal #candids #bollywood #bollywood2 #katrinakaifedit #vickykaushaledit #my edit #I hate that they went #Modi sucks #but they are lovely people #what can you do?

[tiredguyswag]

independance day did not independance day as much as i thought it would tbh

#yesterday SUCKED i kept having to see modi's face like sir can you just go kill yourself already.

[harringtonstilinski]

Hysteria - Eddie Munson

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 2,078 Warnings: fluff, Requested: no | yes; Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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“Eddie, stop.”

“Eddie. Stop.”

“Eddie! Stop!”

“Edward Wayne Munson, if you don’t stop, I will cut that beautiful hair off your head.”

All Eddie could do was chuckle, going back to reading his book. Granted his book was D&D related, but still. He was reading and it made you happy.

You were currently at the Munson house, sitting on Eddie’s floor with your back against his mattress, legs bent at the knee with your textbook and notebook leaning against your knees, attempting to do your homework… but, Eddie kept messing with you; putting his finger in your ear, taking a few strands of your hair and dropping it over your face, trying to put his finger in your nose, and taking your pencil, which was the last straw for you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” he said, moving on his mattress to get into a more comfortable position. “What are you studying for anyway?”

Sighing, you looked between your notebook and textbook as you replied, “Ms. O’Donnell’s class.”

“God, she’s the worst,” he breathed.

“She’s not,” you said, turning your head in the direction of his voice. “Her tests are just… hard.”

“Because she’s the worst.”

Looking up at him with a glare, you narrowed your eyes at him, not relenting until he looked down at you, a smile on his face.

“It’s so easy to get you riled up.”

“You’re the worst.” Going back to your work, you just stare at the paper, moving your pencil back and forth as if lost in your study mody, but really… you couldn’t help but think about the boy behind you, and the first day that you two met.

Sighing to yourself, you looked around the lunchroom, trying to find an empty table to sit. When you found it, you smiled a little to yourself, walking towards the empty seats. Setting your tray of food down, you sat in the chair, bringing out a book to read during the next 45 minutes that was sure to be loud.

You weren’t far into the new chapter of your book before a figure sat in front of you. When you peaked up at him from the top of your book, you couldn’t help but first notice his eyes; the chocolate orbs that sucked you in.

Eddie had spotted you from the moment you stepped foot into the lunchroom, determined to make you his, but not wanting to scare you. He watched as you had smiled at yourself upon finding an empty table. His eyes never left you as you retrieved your book from your bag, Doug’s voice breaking his trance as the former went on about something Corroded Coffin related.

Getting up from his seat, Eddie made quick strides over to your table, slowly sitting in front of you as your nose was stuck in the book in your hands. It was all over for him when you looked up at him, the color of your eyes sucking the fifteen year old boy in.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Eddie. Munson. Eddie Munson.”

You smiled and told him your name, eyes going back to the words on the pages. 

“So… what are you doing all by your lonesome, m’lady?” He reached forward, stealing a single piece of corn from your tray.

“Reading?” you questioned, looking him dead in the eyes. “Why are you over here? Shouldn’t you be with your friends?” You moved your eyes over to where you knew Eddie sat everyday with his friends. 

Eddie looked back at his friends, their faces all laced with shock at the sight before them; Eddie… talking to a girl. To them, it was weird because they had never seen him speak to a member of the opposite sex before… and definitely not one that looked as pretty as you.

“Is he insane?” Bobby asked. 

“No?” Pauly retorted. “He’s just talking to a girl.”

“A really pretty g– oh, my god. Here they come.”

While the boys were talking, Eddie had asked if you wanted to come sit with them, maybe try and make some new friends, to which you hesitantly replied, “O-Okay.”

As soon as the two of you were in ear shot, you heard their comments, smiling a little to yourself, but when Eddie introduced you to the table, your cheeks grew warm, your demeanor suddenly shy, but instead of showing the emotion, you looked at every Hellfire member, saying your hello’s before Eddie made one of them move.

“Oh, Edd-” you started, only to be interrupted by the teen, him saying, “Nonsense. A lady like you shouldn’t sit among the rest of the people. She sits next to the king, or in this case, the Dungeon Master.”

You chuckled, sitting in the chair next to his, your books resting on your lap. As the rest of the group eased back into their conversations, Eddie looked at you, wondering to himself why you were so tense. 

He leaned forward, whispering to you, “Please don’t be shy. We’re not as bad as everyone makes us out to be. We’re not-”

“Freaks?” you asked, turning to head to look into his eyes. “I know. I just–” You sighed again, closing your eyes. “Nevermind.”

“What is it?” Eddie asked, resting his arm on the table, his hand in front of you.

Looking around the cafeteria, you shuttered in a breath before looking back into those chocolate eyes you found yourself getting lost in. “C-Can I tell you later?”

As you watched Eddie nod, you couldn’t help but look at his chin length curls again, saying the one thing that popped into your mind. “I wish I had your hair.”

That caused him to laugh, solidifying your friendship… and your crush on him.

Over the next few months, you grew comfortable with Eddie and his friends, watching as he became a little more serious about the fantasy board game he loved so much, your crush on the boy growing.

Now, as you sat in his room, studying for your first and last Senior final, you couldn’t help but think about that first interaction you had with him, his friends becoming yours. You had ended up becoming friends with Steve Harrington and his clique, but ultimately found yourself hanging out with Eddie and the Hellfire Club more.

Sighing, you closed your textbook, your notebook and pencil keeping your book open a little, acting as a bookmark so that you wouldn’t lose your place. After setting it down on the floor next to you, you turned around, resting your arms on the side of the mattress, your chin finding purchase on your forearms.

Eddie felt your eyes on him as he wrote something down on the notebook you didn’t know he had with him, presumably the notebook he wrote all of his campaign scripts and ideas down in. He looked at you with a side eyed glance, his eyebrows meeting his hairline in question. “Yes, m’lady?”

Taking a deep breath, you leaned your head to the side, your cheek meeting your arms. “Can I… ask you something? Or rather… tell you something?” When he nodded his head, you stood up, watching as he looked at you confused as he moved his book and notebook out of the way, arms spreading to the side as you straddled his waist.

Looking down at a random spot on his Hellfire shirt, you placed your fingers there, lightly drawing random shapes.

Eddie placed his hands on your outer thighs, this position not new to him, as he lightly rubbed his hands up and down. “What’s up, sweets?”

You sighed again, closing your eyes. It was now or never as you took a deep breath, eyes still shut as you whispered, “I think I might be in some kind of love with you.” His movements stopped, which sent anxiety coursing through your veins. “You… you what?”

“I think I might be in some kind of love with you,” you repeated just as softly. Opening your eyes, you were welcomed with a soft smile on his lips. The lips that you wanted to touch with yours. “I think I have been for a while.”

Eddie sat up, moving to sit a little straighter, your body jostling with his movements. “When?” he asked. “When did you first know?”

“The day we met.” You moved your hand to lightly run your finger on his jawline. “Actually, that’s the day my crush started on you. Falling in love with you was just a bonus.” Looking back in his eyes, you could see the questions forming. “I know what you’re going to ask next, and how I knew it was because you didn’t treat me differently after finding out about my upbringing.

“Yeah, I grew up in rich part of town, was best friends with Steve Harrington–”

“You still are best friends with him, love.”

Tilting your head to the side with an unamused expression, you said, “Yes, I know this. But I’m not in love with him. I’m in love with you, dumbass. My point being - you never treated me differently when you found out who I really was - err, am. Whatever.”

Eddie chuckled, his hands returning to their motions on your outer thighs, eyebrow raising for you to continue.

“The rest of Hellfire never treated me differently, either. You all were the family I never knew I needed. The exact day I fell in love with you was eight months after that, when your band was playing at the Hideout.” You chuckled with your next set of words. “You guys had just perfected Limelight by Rush. One of the greatest songs ever made, by the way.”

“I’ve taught you well,” Eddie said, nodding his head. Holding one of his hands out toward you, he added, “Please continue.”

“And you started singing, but before you actually did–” You swallowed down your nerves, scrunching your eyebrows as your eyes danced around his shirt before moving to his guitar pick necklace, lightly grabbing the pick and resting your hand lightly against his chest before moving your eyes back to his. “You looked right at me and smiled the softest smile you had ever given me. And then you started singing, while never taking your eyes off of me ‘Living on a lighted stage, Approaches the unreal’, and that’s when I knew…

“That I was head over heels for you, Edward Wayne.” You cupped his cheek, not realizing that the two of you were moving towards each other, your noses bumping against the other as you closed your eyes.

Eddie shuddered in a breath as slightly pulled away, hands moving from your thighs to your back, holding you closer to him as he whispered, “I think I might be in some kind of love with you, too, sweets.”

Releasing the breath you were holding, you nudged your nose with his, effectively giving him an eskimo kiss. “When and how?” you asked.

“When - that very same night. You were looking down at your copy of our set list-”

You chuckled, making him chuckle, as well. It was true. A small detail you forgot about until he mentioned it, his words continuing, “- and I knew you had seen the words surprise song written. The moment I played those first notes and you looked up, eyes big with a smile to match, I knew. I knew then that I was in love with you and that…”

His words stopped, eyes opening and landing on yours that had opened during his little storytime. “That what?” you asked, voice so soft he thought he missed it.

“That I was in some kind of love with you,” he whispered, lips catching yours in a sweet kiss.

Your lips moved in sync with Eddie’s, arms wrapped around his neck as his own arms wrapped around your back, holding you to him. You started laughing into the kiss at the feeling of your face being scrunched.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked against your teeth.

“I’m sorry,” you said, pulling back just a smidge to rest your forehead against his. “I can literally feel my face being scrunched. The feeling made me laugh.”

Eddie chuckled, looking into your eyes as your laugh turned into a chuckle. “I love you, m’lady.”

Laughter dying out, your smile was still ever present on your face, hands moving from his neck to his cheeks. “I love you, dungeon master.”

As he kissed your nose, you giggled, happy to finally have Eddie… as yours.

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: i know she asks "can i tell you later?" and it's never explained, so if you want an explanation, pls just ask <3

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Posted on March 14, 2024

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader

[rolling-storm-writing]

Can I request bottom Thor with a top Male reader? There needs to be more of that! :<

A/N: Hey everyone back with a Thor/Top!M!Reader. Now ngl I wrote this before bed and I haven't checked this over. Regardless I hope yall enjoyed! comments, critiques, and requests are always welcome.

>>>>>>>>>>>>18+ MDNI<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

You loved this man with all your heart but sometimes Thor could be quite the handful when he wanted to be…

It had been some time since you had been back to Asgard, away on a mission that kept you from your husband for the better part of two weeks.  You’d gotten a few letters from Thor and one or two from Modi, usually, they spoke of daily happenings and how much they missed you.

After your marriage to Thor the family sort of fixed itself.  You and Sif got along great and quickly became friends despite the circumstances.  The children were doing better and so was Thor.  Unfortunately, it made it kind of hard when you weren’t around.

Thor sounded tired in his letters and almost dejected.  “I miss you” he would write at the end with a small smear of lipstick on the edge of the paper.

And the second he sees you, Thor is giving in to the desire he’d been denying for weeks. He crossed the room and pulled you down into a searing kiss. His long beard tickling your chin.  Your large hands found their way to his hips and squeezed as the redhead deepened the kiss, his tongue begging for entrance.

“Fuck” you groaned back against the wall.  Thor drops to his knees your fingers tangling into the soft red strands.  The god wasted no time pulling your trousers down, his eyes glossing over at the sight of the fat cock hanging beautifully in front of him.

Despite how he looked Thor was a very soft and quiet man, preferring to just live his life while seeking glory from time to time.  And when he met you, you opened his world to something he’d never thought possible.

And a part of that world was the precum that spilled onto his tongue.  Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck and Thor shivered at the touch. He knew exactly how he wanted this to go.

He moved in closer on his knees faced pressed up to the long shaft.  Tongue licking up and down your large cock, before gently taking the head into his mouth. Resting it on his tongue to taste pre-cum that poured from your slit.

His low moans echoed through the air, hungrily tonging at your slit to fill his mouth with your taste.

His pretty eyes looked into yours with that matching lust-filled gaze, your breathing heavy with every tortuous suck of your cock.  You were big even by god standards you were.  Just a little shorter than Tyr and the perfect height above Thor when standing side by side.

You were longer and thicker compared to your lover- perfect to fill him and leave him in absolute bliss with little to no effort.  This stamina only mounted as you took your time fucking into him and Kratos, a night the three of you planned to repeat.

Relaxing his throat Thor took more of you inside him, the tip of your cock pressed against the back of his throat. Breathing through his nose he willed himself further until your cock was halfway down his throat.  His face resting buried in hair at the base of your cock, your balls brushing against his chin.

You were a groaning mess as you tugged tighter on his hair.  His throat was tight and warm around your length as he swallowed you down.  “You ready?” he looked up at you and gave a curt nod.  Fully easing his jaw for you to more easily fuck into.

Your hands tightened around his head holding him in place, slowly pulling out of Thor’s mouth.  Stopping just before the tip slid out, you gave him a quick look over to make sure he was alright and he looked absolutely stunning.  

You gave a hard thrust into his mouth striking the back of his throat with force you know would leave his voice hoarse.  Quickly adopting a rough and brutal pace, you fucked into Thor’s mouth with vigor.

You hit the back of Thor’s throat over and over.  Sliding down the wet muscle before roughly pulling out and back in again.  His face nearly smashed into your abdomen as you pulled his head down to match your brutal pace.  His pretty pink lips stretched around your cock with a mix of spit and precum spilling from the corners.  Tears streamed down his face as his mouth was used savagely with you holding him firmly in place.

The sound of your combined moans mixed with the slapping of skin as your balls hit against Thor’s chin with every thrust, if anyone was walking by they surely would have heard the love brutal lovemaking between the two of you.

Your thrusts quickly got more erratic as you held him down fucking feverously into his skull chasing your own release.  Your cock forced down his throat rope after rope of hot cum was pouring down the god’s throat, Thor swallowing feverishly around you as cum shot down his throat.  

When it became too much you pulled your cock from him and slapped it against his face, spurting the last few ropes over his ivory skin.

Through heavy breaths you looked at each other with a knowing grin, “ready for round two?” the god croaked, and ready you were...

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A/N: Soooooo how we feelin'? That Mreader/Thor/Kratos sounds like a fun time... I'm thinking like a glory hole or smth. Kinda wanted to do that with Price or Soldier boy tho. (maybe even diamond dame anderson from Creed 3... OOO i might have an idea-)

okay look, I'll figure it out in the meantime yall keep sending those requests. AND DDON'TFORGET YOUR UMBRELLA <3

#thor x male reader #thor god of war #thor x reader #gow x male reader #gow x reader #gow ragnorak #kratos x male reader #kratos #tyr gow #male reader #top male reader #smut #muscle #kratos x reader #late night

[user1286]

N no i dont think You Guys know how insane I’m going over the relationship of Magni Modi and Thrud. L like… i… I CANT STOP THINKING ABT THEM HHHH JUST ENDLESS AMOUNTS OF BRAINROT.

My specific obsession for the last week has been Magni and Thrud’s relationship, and I fucking love the idea of Magni being willing to die for his baby sister 🥹…

OR EVEN BETTER JSJDKSJDKS

I have an idea that Sif and Thor were still furious alcoholics even in Thrud’s childhood except they didn’t abuse her, but instead neglected her, forcing Magni and Modi to take care of her whenever Sif and Thor were on a hangover. Which was almost all the time. Until Thrud got older.

Magni, being the oldest sibling felt the most obligated to protect Thrud seeing how tiny and defenseless she was as just a babe in his massive hand. So what im basically trying to say, is uhhh, Magni essentially acted almost like a third parent for Thrud until she grew more capable of taking care of herself. He rlly loves and cares for his family, but sucks ass at showing it. He ends up with toxic love languages and toxic tendencies he would feel are the norm for him and whatever specific family member is in front of him. BUT due to there practically being nothing in the way of his relationship with Thrud, their relationship is one of the most important things to him, so if Thrud even gets upset with him, Magni gets a bit… nervous in his own ways.

The whole love thing also applies to Modi, but a bit different due to a… specific incident between the two (hint hint: the end of their boss fight in gow 2018) but that’s being dived into later on in my fic >:3

Btw new chapter coming soon, it’s gonna be a 2 parter bc damn is this thing (not rlly long, but instead) in desperate need of careful thinking through, shits abt to go down in the second part heheheh >:D

#stupid fun fact: this comic was originally gonna be ab ‘I peed the bed’ joke KSBDKSHDK #I’m sorry for not drawing Magni’s taattoos theyre so fucking annoying im not Even trying anymore 😭 #IM GOING INSANE AKDBS IM GOING FUCKING FERALL GRRRRR WJDBKSHDKSHD #magni god of war #thrud god of war #magni gow #thrud thorsdottir #god of war thrud #gow magni #god of war magni #magni and modi #gow #gowr #god of war ragnarok #god of war #my poopis #gods of disappointment #hein’s writing shit #poopoo sketches

[timetravellingkitty]

i really hate diaspora hindutvas because like. they’re SO fucking close. they’re pushed that way because they face real actual bigotry. but instead of having a fucking OUNCE of intersectionality they become hindu nationalists. and it’s not even that the bjp is fucking them over in any capacity so they can’t be bootlickers. they’re just sucking narendra modi’s toes!!!!! it’s stupid neoliberal bullshit!!

anyways guess who just found out their cousin that he really looked up to might be a hindutva.

your cousin. you looked up to. being a hindutvawadi. i am so afjsklswld

#sending thoughts and prayers how did you find out #asks #ash!

[the-hufflepuffle]

God of War as Quotes from my DnD party

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Modi: I'm going to commit domestic terrorism.........against my sister.

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Mimir, at Odin: Suck your cock? It's so small, you want me to lick your bladder?

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Sif, on Thors moobs: they have their own gravitational pull, and the planets are my hands

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Atreus, practicing pick up lines: if I were a viking I'd take you from your homeland to mine...against your will

Kratos, apparently a ladies man: I think I'm going to raise your rent

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Odin: the Geneva convention just holds people back

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Freya: man I want a wife

Odin: I'll be your wife

Freya: you are not a wife, nor are you mine.

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Freyr: it was me who was gay with socks on. I was hot and homosexual.

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Heimdal: schizophobia is a real problem in this society

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Freya: -unless they're Keebler elves

Baldur: then they're delicious

***silence***

Freya: Baldur...you don't eat the elves, did you eat a Keebler elf??

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Thor, holding up a novelty flask: hey you think this is enough to get me drunk?

Heimdal: my brother in christ you are Mexican Robert Baratheon no it's not enough

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Brok: ITS UNION PACIFIC I FUCKING HATE THEM

Brok, to the train: ILL FUCKING KILL YOU

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Sindri: I am in fact a timid autistic white boy

#god of war ragnarok #god of war #gow freya #gow baldur #gow kratos #gow atreus #gow thor #gow odin #gow freyr #gow sindri #gow heimdall #gow brok #gow sif

[letmeapologise]

modie x fem reader. he pretty much hates everyone except her, he only ever smiles at her and laughs at her jokes. they’re not together but he’s soo in love with her, she’s his soft spot and all his people know it

❝ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 "𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞" 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

“AY, MODIE. YOU GOOD?” he swivelled round on the balls of his feet at the sound of his cousin’s voice. “Yeah, calm.” They both leaned in, giving one another what could usually be considered a side-hug, however more distanced than someone would usually assume, the individual stepping back as if flinching only a second later. Modie looked him up and down, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek and then darting out onto his lips to wet them. “Where’s the mandem at?” he asked, his head cocking to the side.

Leyton simply shrugged, hands in his pockets and looking around behind him cautiously, then at Modie once more; releasing a translucent white cloud from his lips as the cold weather swallowed his warm breath. Modie huffed, eyes darting and ears practically pricking up as he heard distant police sirens, then looked down again as he put his hood up. He heard a car coming closer, the sound of gravel being moved under the tires bringing him out of his senses, eyes drawn to the people coming out of it. Si, Dwight, Farah, and Tyrone coming out of it with nonchalant expressions, sighing as they spotted Modie who gave them a pensive grimace in return.

“How’s things on the road then?” Farah’s tongue poked the inside of her cheek, then sucked in her bottom lip as if to refrain herself, head locked over at Dwight who exhaled deeply. “Yeah it’s calm, innit,” he shrugged, Modie had the suspicion he wasn’t being wholly honest. “You dealt with the Summerhouse yutes then?” he inquired, staring at him coyly as if egging him on. Si and Tyrone looking down at the ground, just behind the pair in front. “We’re dealing with them, ‘low it,” Modie grinned, the corners of his lips coming into what could only be considered a threat: simply through a smile. 

He laughed then, everyone around him exchanging glances with each other. “Why ain’t you dealing with them now?” he cocked his head to the side, coming closer to Dwight and jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest while he mumbled under his breath in the same monotone voice. “They ain’t been in ends for bare time, fam, no one knows where the fuck they are.” Modie glared at him, then at Farah who was side eyeing him, quickly averting her attention when their eyes made contact. “Then go fuckin’ find them?” Dwight huffed out his cheeks frustratingly, kissing his teeth and raising his hands in mock surrender. “A’ight safe.”

Modie nodded, in what someone might have assumed to be appreciation, however it was more-so relief he wouldn’t have to do it himself. Then his brows knit together tightly in concern, like a thought had just resurfaced in his memory. “What ‘bout Jamie ‘n’ that fat donny?” they all glared at him, hesitant expressions etched across their faces. Farah’s mouth fell agape and Modie scoffed, raising his eyebrows. “Why you lot acting bare buki?”

“They’ve been runnin’ the fields while you were locked up, innit,” Farah stated, and Modie could have almost laughed. “Those two?” he grinned, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up, hissing softly under his breath as his left eye winced under the pressure from the burn wound. He scrunched his face up momentarily, running a hand hesitantly across it and narrowing his eyes as if to ease the pain; he turned away from everyone, then looked back – blinking rapidly, trying to soothe the pain.

“You want sum’ for that, fam?” Leyton cocked his head to the side, like he was trying to comfort his cousin. “Fuck off, what they’re saying true, yeah? You been lettin’ those two run ends?” Leyton nodded dumbly. “They–” Modie rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “A’ight, don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it. Jamie thinks he’s top boy now, yeah?” he nodded at the group of people in front of him. “You think he is?” no one even responded, not one single movement from their heads to suggest otherwise. A simple shake of their head, or a nod, would have sufficed for Modie. 

“How are they gonna get rid of the Summerhouse problem then, yeah? You think Jamie’s gonna fuckin’ take care of Sully?” he scoffed. “Bell Jamie, tell him come meet here. Wanna talk with this yute.” Dwight took his phone out, poking digits into the screen as Modie keenly watched him. “Ay, I said bell him, yeah?” Dwight huffed, pushing the phone to his ear. “Speaker, blud.” Then he held out the phone screen for everyone to see, volume up, Jamie’s number popping up onto the screen next to the words ‘ringing’.

Modie glared down at the screen, watching it with a severe determination, like he had something to prove. “Yute won’t even pick up for his own mandem, what makes you think he’s gonna step up against man like Sully?” he chuckled softly under his breath, leaning back up to his full height and pulling his hood back down across his shoulders.

“Modie, is that you?” a voice sounded from down the alleyway. He turned so fast he almost got whiplash, eyes suddenly softening out of his control as he watched you recognise his face while he turned around, a grin spreading across your face as you strolled up to him. “You busy?” you looked at the people surrounding him, the phone that was ringing prior now stuffed in Dwight’s pocket. He caught your gaze and shook his hands around, as if you were misunderstanding the current situation. “Nah, nah. I’m calm, you need sum’?” he asked, looking down at you, the hardened expression he previously embellished across his features disappearing.

You shook your head with a coy smile. “These your friends?” you gestured to the group, whom he glared at distastefully, eyes boring into each of their skulls individually. “Oh, hi Leyton!” you said cheerfully, giving him a small wave. “Yeah, these are my– friends,” he stated, nonchalant and biting his lips. “What’ve you done to your eye?” you said curiously, Modie looked away, shifting the left side of his face away from your view and then tugging onto the small of your back – leading you away from the group and into a secluded area just a small walk away. “You okay?” you inquired as he looked behind him, paranoid even, his hand still on the small of your back which he retracted without saying a word. He felt the warmth radiating off of your body, the touch of your skin still lingering on his palm.

He decided then and there that he was being too obvious with his feelings towards you, that the people just a few metres behind him would catch on to it and use you against him; but if anything, he was more frightened of you finding out about his opinion of you – he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you. Something about you deserving better than him, at least that’s what he told himself. “Yeah, I’m calm. Don’t need to worry about me,” he gave you a downturned smile in return, tilting his head down to look at you. A hand coming up to softly touch the skin around the wounds on his face, not even skimming it, just caressing the area around it and he could swear you were healing him. “What d’ you do to it, then?” you repeated. “Cookin’ ‘n’ tha’, you know how bad I am at it,” he lied, quietly huffing while exhaling through his nostrils. He doubted you would buy his story, especially since it didn’t add up with the fact he was across televisions all around the country, labelled as a wanted prisoner on the loose. 

You just nodded, nothing more, nothing less. “You gonna get it checked out then?” Modie shook his head, the lower half of his face scrunching up as he spoke. “Nah, it’ll be fine in a few.” You nodded reassuringly, hands still pressing soft embraces against his cheek, nose, and forehead. “How’ve you been?” he asked, almost murmuring it as if to not disrupt your movements across his face. You shrugged, tucking your bottom lip in. “Same old same old.” He wet his lips, eyes drawn to your eyes while yours were fixated on the hands across his face; he liked it this way, he knew you did so anyway – him looking at you, while you didn’t look at him. He liked the lack of exposure to it all, the vulnerability – he wouldn’t know what to do if you looked at him in the way he imagined he looked at you.

You stepped back then, Modie still attaching his eyes to your figure. “See you later then, I guess?” he nodded, waving you off as you went down the pathway and past the group of people Modie had discarded, giving them all a polite smile and a wave. Everyone knew he had a soft spot for you, but they knew they had better keep it to themself or face the consequences for it.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

#✰ letmeapologise ´ˎ˗ #✰ letmeapologise works ´ˎ˗ #writing #imagines #f/o imagines #top boy summerhouse #top boy spoilers #top boy #sully top boy #dushane top boy #sully #kano #top boy netflix #top boy jamie #top boy modie #top boy fanfiction

[eightyonekilograms]

Been reading less and less of Noah Smith recently (credit to @wildgifthorses for being way ahead of me on this one), and the newfound hero worship of Modi is probably the last straw. Can't we have one political ideology that doesn't suck dictator cock? What if I hate Xi and Modi and Orbán? Am I just politically homeless?

[minhavn]

Dom beomgyu x f reader - dollification

- 💋 anon

warning : smut (mdni), dollification, age gap, sugar daddy!gyu, implied mody modification, praising kink, oral (fem), intern!reader & not proofread

a/n : first of all, idek much about dollification so pls forgive me if this doesn't look like what you imagined cos most of this is according to Google wasjksksksksmsms 😭🙏💔 anyway, ill add you to my anon list then, darling, muach 🤍

Choi Beomgyu—a self-made millionaire and up-and-coming businessman despite his young age. Starting from the bottom as a broke college student who lived from paycheck to paycheck from his part-time job, he was able to climb up to the top twenty of richest people in Seoul.

Handsome face, silver tongue and promising future. Those three were the main reasons why he always stood under the spotlight, having numerous people from different backgrounds and motives surrounding him like bees, chasing after the sweetest nectar they could suckle on. It's not like he didn't know who he should take as a friend or foe, Beomgyu was a smart man—he wouldn't let anyone take advantage of him before he could do it first.

But, you.

There was a different air around you, despite him finding his past self inside. Maybe it was because you didn't curse at your parents for not giving you a life everyone wishes for or because you could blend in with other employees despite your position as an intern, something he wish he could do years ago.

But, then again, if he did that, he might not able to achieve life of luxury he was living in now.

But, then again, he couldn't help but find himself getting attracted to the new intern—who were currently sleeping on his chest peacefully, unaware of the motive he had once he got his hand on you.

"So pretty..." He whispered under his breath, playing with your silky hair and inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo—reminding him of the sweet smell of summer fruits that sold at the market and the salty sweet taste of salted caramel ice cream he craved whenever it got too hot for him.

You were a pretty girl, that was something even him couldn't ignore. But, there was this slightly off feeling whenever he looked at you, something that encouraged him to mold you into someone who would grab everyone's attention whenever they saw your delicate figure in his arm, dressed in the most expensive dress he could find and buy with money.

"My pretty girl," he took your hand in his bigger one, remembering that it was almost as big as his when you both first met and thanks to his connection and money, he could afford some surgeries to turn you into his dream girl.

Noticing you squirming slightly, he looked down and found big, doe-like eyes looking at him with nothing but pure curiosity and adoration—making his heart skipped a beat before wrapping his strong arms around your small waist. "Sorry, did I wake you up, little one?" You shook your head at his question, burying your face into the soft lock of wolf cut he had and tracing your fingers over his bare chest.

"Fuck, pretty girl," he gasped, pushing you underneath him and trapping you between his arms while flashing a half-smirk at you, looking down at the soft pastel babydoll dress he personally chose for you to wear whenever spending a night with him. "And I thought you won't act up if I didn't pay you any attention for five minutes," a deep chuckle escaped from his lips, hair covering most of your sight and leaving his face as the only thing in your eyes.

Beomgyu wasn't a gentle man, but he wasn't exactly rough either. His touch lingering and always left burning sensation once it left your skin, reminding you that you were his only, his personal doll that he molded based on his taste.

Digging his nails into your hips, you looked down and found how vulgar his current look was—dipping his head between your legs and sucking your clit, running his warm tongue along your slit before giving it a shallow thrust. "Taste so sweet, hmm," he looked up, staring at your glossy eyes and luscious lips, letting out soft whimpers and pleading mewls whenever you were close.

"Patience, darling," he gave your thigh a slight slap before positioning himself between your thighs, pressing your legs against your chest and giving you time to adjust his size.

"Don't want to see me angry, yes? You know a doll should always keep quiet and take whatever is given to her, hmm?" He smiled, knowing so damn well you wouldn't reply to him—taking your role as his obedient little doll seriously.

#yijin — hard hour #txt smut #beomgyu smut #tw.dollification #tw.body modification #anon — 💋

[hindulivesmatter]

I know who's Indian though not from India say she learned so much about Hindutva from watching videos about it from some white mayo monkey Youtuber in his early 20s (Armchair Psychologist) and became this super aggressive leftist activist against matters like CAA. I don't support a Hindutva nation, but I hate how a lot of Indian leftists suck up to white ones with vested interests to the point where they go so far against their own people and act super annoying about politics. At least look at all the sources instead of colonial bullshit. Also she and many other desis act like Modi is the most undemocratic and worst politician when politicians like Biden have a pattern of saying and doing harmful things to multiple groups, even in the present. Other groups of people are more self respecting and act more normal when talking politics while Desis particularly Hindu desis have crackhead energy. I've even seen Hindus support and invalidate racism against those who diverge in their thinking alongside liberal whites instead of checking them while black people for instance have a common phrase to tell other groups to stay out of their business when engaging in conflict and Muslims have more solidarity too. I hate how so many Muslim desis I've grown up with talk about Palestine all the damn time without uttering a word about Hindu minorities where their from and the Hindu ones grew up to be Muslim simps to the detriment of their own even though they were horrible to me long before. Also I find it so interesting how much discrimination someone like Vivek Ramaswamy gets even from the "Hindu" community for being raised Hindu even though he has a very American politics unlike Ilhan Omar who is an Somali immigrant and isn't fully aligned with American interests to the point where she made an offensive comment about 9/11 and has supported religious extremist rhetoric.

I'm sorry when you said white mayo monkey I SCREAMED 😭

you made some really good points though, this was very interesting to read.

i always find it funny when people who aren't even Indian go to lengths to make videos on topics like Hindutva when they probably don't even know what most of it means or have found their info from biased media.

#anon asks #answered #vent

[arson-anarchy-death]

the way sanghis will cry hinduphobia at any criticism of the indian government but have nothing to say commodification and bastardization of hinduism and hindu spiritualism in the west. like you guys only bring up hinduphobia to suck narendra modi’s toes and silence anyone who doesn’t agree with you.

#exposing myself as an nri with this one. sorry everyone #but the way hindutvas only bring up hinduphobia to justify their own bigotry #and not examine any of their biases. #like even now if they suddenly start caring about cultural appropriation #they won’t outside of their own agenda. it’s just gonna fuel the victim complex #sigh. i’m tired #anti hindutva #desi tag #desiblr #hinduism #india

[kakashiislut]

Howdy! Do you have any general relationship headcanons for Modi? He's my favorite stinky rat man, show this man what a vaguely healthy relationship looks like.

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Warnings: some nsfw, not that bad. I’m sorry this is so bad, I can’t keep still.

Authors Note: sorry this is bad, I got a nose job like yesterday and it hurts to stare at my phone. But I love him. My eyes are all swollen so I hope this makes sense.

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Healthy Modi x GN!Reader relationship Head-cannons.

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-Modi is and was put down for his entire life by just about everyone around him. It sucked. He doesn’t find comfort in anyone, but his mother…until he found you…

-You Call him all sorts of things. His favorite is when you call him “my pretty boy…” or “sweetie” he finds it makes his heart beat super fast. He absolutely adores when you coo all sort of pet names at him. Makes him feel all sweet inside.

-He doesn’t like anyone saying anything about his weight, but if you call “my chubby boy” or just overall bite and hug his tummy?? HES GONNA CRYYYY- he loves it. Plzs tell him how much you love his body.

-He loves holding your hand and taking you out on walks. When he’s walking over some large rocks, he’ll hold your pinky and then lift you over the rock and set you back down.

-He will talk the ENTIRE time. Everyone he tries to talk to anyone, they shut him up usually. So please listen to everything he has to say. He will talk about all sorts of things, from animals, to how angry his grandad makes him, all the way to what his day was like.

-Dates?? Yes dates, all day everyday. Like seriously, it’s kinda bad. He has some sort of mission? “BUT DADDDD!!! Me and Y/N are supposed to go out todayyyy”

-Let’s Just say his dad probably hates you a little bit.

-Thing about Modi? He’ll never take his feelings out on you, magni would, Modi would never. He’s always blamed for everything, so why would he try to blame you? If his dad doesn’t like you, or gets him in trouble for wanting to hang with you, Modi will just stomp away and pretend nothing happened when you question him.

-(Sorry if that makes no sense, I’m trying my best, I can’t see.)

-When you guys sleep in the same bed, he’ll try to make as much space as possible for you. It’s so cute, this cute lil baby is all tangled up at the edge of the bed. He’s literally like 8 ft tall, but he’s your babyyyyy.

-Does snore. Will apologize if you complain about it. He will purposely snore louder, just to make you laugh. He’ll pretend to sleep for like 10 minutes, just to hear you giggle and slap at his arm.

NSFW:

-it’s thick. Like way too thick. The type to whine and gently sob, cause it won’t fit in you. But that’s okay. Cause you’ll keep trying and he’ll keep sobbing. And eventually?? It slips right in.

-Rub and pinch at his nipples, he’ll get off to it. Trust me, just brush over them and he’ll cum everywhere. Slap them even. He’ll buck his hips and his pretty mouth will open.

-Sub. Don’t care. I said it.

-Will moan so loudly if you ride him, hands at his side, while you jump up and down on his cock. His cock? It’s so pretty, cute lil pink tip and the shaft matches his skin color.

-You’ve asked him about getting a tattoo on the base while you guys where fucking and he really thought about it. (It’ll hurt wayyy too much, stick and pokes suck)

-Like you do! YOUR HEAD GAME IS FIRE.

#send me asks #yes yes yes #fem dom #god of war #gow #god of war smut #god of war x reader #kratos #kratos smut #freaky #magni and Modi #modi thorson #modi GoW #god of war Modi smut #god of war Modi #modi smut #GOW Modi #fan fic ideas #fan fic requests #fan fic help #fan fic smut #fan fic writing #fan fic reading #fan fic Modi #stinky rat man #stinky boy #he’s our favorite smelly boy #healthy relationships

[lastweeksshirttonight]

A few months ago, I was talking with @tellthemeerkatsitsfine and brought up the casual idea of rewatching Last Week Tonight in its entirety and blogging about it. She told me she thought that would be a great idea, and thus, my brain immediately started panicking. "People will SEE your LONGFORM WRITING! You might have to be VULNERABLE and OPEN and people might see you as more than a Pez dispenser for John Oliver content!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!" My anxiety is clearly very fun and very logical.

Anyways, the idea lay dormant, held at bay by anxiety, until recently - I have a brand new computer, free time, and a real desire to try and write something more substantial than "i cannot" on this blog. For real, my longform writing is not that bad! I hope.

With that context out of the way, here goes a new experiment for me - revisiting every past episode of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver. Will this be any good? Who fucking knows. But we're doing it. Strap in.

Last Lee Tonight (wherein Lee rewatches Last Week Tonight for an undetermined and probably nonexistent audience) Season One, Episode One

(original air date: 4/27/2014) Major topics covered: POM Wonderful vs. Coca-Cola; the 2014 Indian election; the NSA

"Welcome, welcome, welcome... to whatever this is."

My enduring memory of Last Week Tonight starting is my mom calling me and angrily asking me why "that guy you like" was on a billboard, like I'd personally been responsible for him getting his own HBO show. I don't know why she was so angry about it, I just remember responding with something along the lines of, "maybe other people think he's hot too?"

Going back and watching this first episode now is extremely weird. As you can probably tell from the list of topics covered above, the show hadn't yet settled into its now famous format, and instead bounced from topic to topic like an R-rated Daily Show. It's not a terrible idea for a show structure. There's some clunkiness to this early iteration of LWT because of it, especially given that there's no commercial breaks to aid with transitions, but it's perfectly watchable. Its weirdness lies almost entirely in the fact that I (and everyone else watching it now) know it's going to become something very different very quickly.

It starts like most LWT episodes start now, with a recap of random shit that happened last week. There's a lot going on in this section - John talks about the banner week for "unrepentant racists and recording devices" as he briefly covers Donald Sterling and Cliven Bundy, multiple popes being canonized as saints, and Obamacare websites failing to meet demand. This is a very 2014 series of headlines and they are blasted through in about 5 minutes. Weirdly, John doesn't devote any space to what Cliven Bundy actually said to piss people off that week (and if you aren't familiar with Cliven Bundy, the man is rancid so it could have been a lot of different things), but does show a clip of him being introduced on a morning show holding a dead cow. As you do.

The breakneck speed of this episode is startling coming from our current LWT state. The Obamacare website bit, which takes about 3 minutes in total including the Lisa Loeb cameo, is the kind of thing that they would spend 20+ minutes on in future seasons/episodes. I do love Lisa Loeb and forgot she sang a song on LWT telling Oregon how much their Obamacare website sucks. (One of my favorite songs of all time is "Falling in Love". You should give it a spin.)

From there, we go into the 2014 Indian Election (and, briefly, the 2016 Presidential Election, which, at the time, was 926 days away. JEB!), which had only been discussed on the McLaughlin Report at the time despite being the biggest election on the planet. Its primary focus is the two leading candidates, Rahul Gandhi, described by John as "wow that guy is handsome", and Narendra Modi. John does something intriguing with this piece - it starts very jokey and surface-level before taking a hard turn into discussing Modi's potential involvement in a literal massacre of thousands. I wish John did this more often nowadays. I get that it's probably hard to execute when everyone expects LWT to be the most depressing 'comedy' on television, so a sudden swerve like that is far more expected, but it was a really deft turn that clearly left the in-studio audience unsure of how to react. Moments like that are worth seeking out.

A moment that has occupied my brain since I saw this nearly ten years ago - "how dare you say I take money? How dare you say I take money? How dare you say I take money? How -"

Our first "And Now This" is John McCain telling the same joke about Russia over and over and over again. Repetition is a secret theme of this episode.

We now move on to Pom Wonderful vs. Coca-Cola, or "why two beverages are fighting each other in the highest court of the land". I'm calling this segment Pom Wonderful vs. Coca-Cola bc of its Wikipedia designation, but this segment is far more about food labeling, a subject near and dear to my celiac-ridden ass. Pomegranates, as it turns out, cannot help you cheat death, and Minute Maid has less than 1% pomegranates in their pomegranate juice. The kind of health claims companies make with their foods are still batshit, and it's wild that I have to struggle through reading whole lists of ingredients to try and find gluten while companies pretend their Pop-Tarts are actually beneficial to anyone. This also gives us the first instance of John Oliver urging the audience to do random acts of social vandalism, by definitely not advising them to put fake health claim stickers on food products. I wish I could find the "contains 4 whole pomeranians!" sticker, I definitely used to have that.

A second "And Now This" is a taped segment about cheerleader mistreatment in the NFL. This is also infuriating to behold. I hope things have gotten better for cheerleaders, but given that this is the NFL, I doubt it.

This feels the most like a modern LWT segment, in that it could easily be retitled "How is This Still a Thing" and would only need minimal changes to work. Seriously, pay cheerleaders the money they deserve, they're athletes too.

Finally, we move to the NSA, and John interviews General Keith Alexander, the former head of the NSA. It is obviously important for me to tell you that John is in a different suit for this.

(Is there some sort of discount store for weird orange vases)

Information security and privacy was a huge cornerstone of the early years of LWT, and yet I'd somehow totally forgotten about this interview. This is basically a TDS field piece, as John questions General Alexander about what the NSA is actually collecting from the US public. He's pushing Alexander hard, and this makes a great companion piece to his later interview with Edward Snowden. There's even insets of reporting on NSA wrongdoing! It's almost indistinguishable from the things he did on The Daily Show, and since I've been in a very nostalgic headspace for that show, I appreciated it.

John admitting he'd abuse the hell out of NSA clearance is hilarious. As is John saying the Washington Football Team is a slightly less tainted brand than the NSA.

As a collective experience, I stand by saying that it's very weird to watch this now. At the time, though, this was exactly what I wanted out of a John Oliver-led show. It'll be interesting to see how this show shifts into its current form over this first season - since I haven't rewatched these episodes in ages, it'll be a "new" experience for me too.

Random notes:

Lee obviously focuses on important things corner: Light blue checkered shirt with blue solid tie and gray jacket is a solid look for John. He also is between bangs and no bangs, giving me a brief period of time to mourn the loss of #bangsappreciationhours. 8/10. Interview suit is more staid but blue is still a nice color on him, 7/10.

It's funny to see the pop-in social media boxes being used for their actual purpose of sharing links, and not for John randomly calling something "#feminism" or being mad about Fifty Shades of Gray. The show has evolved in ways both big and small.

The parts of this episode I was able to find on YouTube are so bizarre. Neither of the main segments seem to be there, but LWT's YouTube channel had the portions embedded above, which, aside from the interview, are such WEIRD things to highlight. I know a lot of these used to be on YouTube, too, but it looks like they've been culled.

Christ the Tumblr post formatter on desktop really hates when I try to click around to edit long ass posts.

Please let me know if this is actually any good or interesting, I truly don't really know if this is of value to anyone.

#john oliver #last week tonight #last week tonight with john oliver #last lee tonight #Youtube

[no2ticonderoga]

Well, my friends, we come to the end of 2023. And It sucked on a lot of levels. And 2024 doesn’t look like it’s shaping up much better for a lot of us. There is a lot of bad shit in the world, and a lot of it is out of our control, and that can make us feel helpless and lost. But as we turn the corner into a new year, remember that there are things we can do.

Take care of yourself. Drink water. Go for a walk. Absorb some sunshine. Take a shower. Put down your phone for an afternoon, turn off the TV, and enjoy the people around you. Even if it’s just sitting in a coffee shop with a book. Even if enjoying the people around you simply means people watching and not interacting. There is still a lot of good in the world, and social media is not always the best way to see that. Spend time with your hobbies. Spend some time doing things for you.

Don’t get caught in a outrage vortex. There’s plenty of things to be outraged about, no doubt. But don’t guilt yourself into believing you need to wallow in it. Don’t fall for the argument that enjoying things is a privilege and you shouldn’t be allowed to do it just because there are people in the world who can’t. That will always be the case, and as sad as it is, you can’t go on a downward spiral forever. That way lies madness. You do what you can for who you can, and when you can, no question. But you still need to live.

Do what you can, but don’t guilt yourself for not doing more than you’re able. There are great causes to donate your money and/or time to. Both abroad and at home. The Red Cross/Crescent/Sheild is a great place to help get medical aid to those who need it regardless of where you are. Doctors Without Borders. Your local food banks, clothing swaps, and community organizations, for a more locally targeted aid. In the US, there’s a group called End 68 Hours of Hunger, which gets food to kids who might not get a meal from school lunch on Friday to breakfast Monday morning, and is amazing cause. There are so many kids who need help, and they’re doing what they can. Can’t give money? Give some time at a local animal shelter, or donate your old ratty towels. They’re always looking for them for the animals. But if you can’t do any of that…don’t beat yourself up. Do even simpler things. Hold the door for the person behind you. Even if you can’t give to the unhoused person on the street corner, smile at them. Treat them like a human. There are things that cost nothing, and have an impact far beyond you can known.

VOTE. It costs literally nothing, and is virtually the biggest thing you can do to change the world. There are a lot of countries that are holding elections this year beyond the US. Mexico will elect a new president. India is voting. The UK is closing in on election. Take the time to educate yourself. Cast your vote wisely, to protect women, children, the environment. And don’t let the perfect be the enemy of good. Look, is Joe Biden a great president? No, probably not. But he’s done some good things that he doesn’t get a lot of credit for. But really, the question is, is he 100000% better than Trump’s second term? Yes. Is it worth withholding your vote, to take that risk, because you’re unhappy about something he did. ABSOLUETLEY NOT. Is the Labour Party in the UK perfect? No, they’ve got some issues. Is it worth risking more years under Conservative Rule. Hell no. It the anti-Modi coalition perfect in India? Probably not. But are they better than the alternative? You have to understand voting is the only way to get the change you want. And to prevent changes you don’t want. Staying home accomplishes NOTHING. It’s not a protest. It’s not symbolic. It’s not a message. Staying home is allowing people and policies you don’t want to win. It’s a simple as that. DO NOT STAY HOME. DO NOT LET PERFECT BE THE ENEMY OF GOOD.

This got longer than I intended, people, but I hope you all can take something out of my rambles. And I’ll be back tomorrow my “2024 New Year Fic Resolutions” for all of you to see and to bug me about this year. I’ll be putting them out into the universe to manifest them.

#end of the year #goodbye 2023 #unsolicited advice #rambles #VOTE DAMN YOU

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Found out my best friend is a modi bhakt 747382828 dead 47838382828377474747 injured

Also hi kavya :D how've you been?

REST IN PISS IM SO SORRY MY CONDOLENCES. I recently found out one of my friends i used to hang out with the most at college is a modi fan too and just??? it sucks so much??? like I really thought you were cool you know??? for better or for worse though I still think I can fix her rip we have this one critical thinking class where the TAs regularly go on anti modi rants and she has to attend them so hopefully it permeates lol

HI JAY. im good finals week is almost here and man I need to study. how's everything how's life I've missed talking to you

#jay 🐠