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thatmooncake · 10 months

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HI I THINK YOU'RE VERY COOL PLEASE TALK ABOUT SUN AND MOON🌘☀️💙🌠 like!! Go crazy go stupid!!!

If you want some questions then here!! If they could eat/drink what would be their starbucks order? What would be their wormsona if they could design it 👀? What is your favorite part of them to draw 😊? Is there anything specifically that would make you go "they would not say that!!" in regards to dca 🤔🤔?

Don't feel pressured to answer any of this btw!!! You can completely ignore this 👌 And sorry if any of this came off as rude or patronizing 🙏🙇‍♂️

I love every ask like this btw now it’s crazy stupid time

If Sun and Moon could eat or drink they would eat your coffee cups the moment you’re not looking, they’d “confiscate” items only to hide them in a little space somewhere in their miserable room (they’d look so smug about taking them just to hide them for later), I think caffeine would make Moon a little loopy because I think Moon is a bit of a spider. Have you seen what happens to spiders on caffeine?

Like, this is Moon on caffeine, he’s made his web and now he has to lie in it.

I like to think if Sun could get hyped up on caffeine the effect would stick when they switched and Moon would not be happy about it.

I think if Sun could like a drink he would like those summery drinks like frappuccinos the most, I bet if he could drink caffeine he’d have an extreme response like either he’d be restless for DAYS or he’d unexpectedly short circuit and actually run out of energy. Maybe both.

(Like, that is the face of a playmate, right?)

Maybe one followed by the other.

Sun and Moon worm on a string would be stripey or starry perhaps:

I happily accept contributions, let’s share the joy of the worms.

Their expressions are the best no matter what. Other than that I think it’s gotta be the sunrays or the hat because they can be so expressive as well just based on how they’re placed or how they move. You can pry Moon with a prehensile hat from my cold dead fingers.

(There’s no limit to his capabilities - but perhaps there should be)

Another thing I love is Sun’s rays popping in and out to express his emotions.

And the ray spin - can’t forget the ray spin!

(They’re both such creatures)

They would not say …hm. I don’t think they would swear but it is funny to imagine the sorta thing that would bring them to do that, so I present you with this:

And have a nice day!

#fnaf #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fablesketches #fableasks #this is long but a lot of drawings in it #so have fun #and even though it seems in cohesive I hope you like #also sorry it took so long #tw spiders #maybe?#spider moon #fablethoughts

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shigure · 10 months

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thoughts on "writing oberon"

i don't think oberon is compelled to lie about everything intrinsically. if you ask him coffee or tea he can pick one. if you ask him what color the sky is he can tell you blue. if you ask him who won the superbowl, he's not googling it just to make sure he gets it wrong.

vocabulary for this post

vortigern: abyssal worm that destroys and loathes

faerie king: who he pretends to be

oberon: both/neither, just the fastest way to refer to the unit as a thinking being/practical reality

the nature of his lies comes from his existence as a walking contradiction. the faerie king is perfectly suited to faerie britain on the surface - he's friendly and silly and popular, and he enjoys playing pranks and entertaining people. he's never experienced any major loss like murian has, and he's as loyal to his wife as aurora is to melusine. the fairie king as presented by shakespeare doesn't have anything substantial going on between his ears. || the destroyer of faerie britain has always been disgusted by every part of it. he's keenly aware of how it was made; he's the will of britain trying to kill itself rather than limping along as this colossal parody propped up by moronic culture thieves. and just like the place itself, he's being paraded about as some kind of clown - hell, a cheater to boot. he's a walking insult to his own dignity, and he will only feel peace when it's all been blown to pieces.

this of course creates his cynicism. his experiences on the surface befriending the welsh forest faeries allowed him to feel real love for parts of this place, which heightened his disgust for all of it. surely he lamented in an irreconcilable way when barghest, the monster he created, [destroyed part of britain] and killed the friends he had made. and as his perspective becomes more disjointed in a way that can be understood, it all becomes even shakier when you add in that the faerie king is inherently unreliable, frankly just insubstantial - because any strong emotions the faerie king expresses are written to be ploys and no more, the being that is oberon-vortigern cannot voice sadness or anger, lest they be taken for the faerie king's crocodile tears. forget feeling responsible and conflicted, he can't even grieve because his strongest emotions are labelled tricks as soon as he shows them.

beyond that, it's really important to remember that oberon is an actor. he describes "the faerie king" as a character many times (titania too!), but you and he are not side characters - he calls the two of you spectators, i.e. not actively serving as characters at all. when he is participating, he plays a role. when he is with you, even though he as a person is still tricking you, he's not going out of his way to act like a silly faerie king and entertain you. it might be easier to understand this if you think about what he was pretending to be for you: a PHH faerie fitting in as a lostworld faerie. he's undercover, and even though the guy you talk to is still a faerie king, he's here with a more serious mission that differs from his public face.

him being an actor is crucial for how he was summoned in the first place. vortigern is a writhing mass of hatred for what britain has become. it can't love britain. it can't belong in britain. things that don't belong in faerie britain, like holmes and nemo, are weakened there. if it's going to enter britain, it needs a body that won't hate britain. it will hire itself as an actor to play "the faerie king," and read its lines dutifully. this isn't something vortigern manifested before doing and decided upon, it's something that had to happen as a premise of the summoning itself, to allow vortigern to manifest at all. for the duration of oberon's existence, from summoning til nonexistence, he is there as an actor. that includes while he's being vortigern. look at vortigern's sprite: do you see where his bug feet and bug hand connect to his body? not clearly, no! hell, his legs actually black out so we can't see whether the pants cover insect legs or turn into props. they appear to be melded to his clothes, but those aren't gloves and shoes. they're connected to his body, but they're something as removable as an actor's prosthetic.

all that is to say, [vortigern] [is an actor playing] [oberon] is a statement without removable parts. all that can happen is shifting the order into [oberon] [is an actor playing] [vortigern]. and just like the faerie king's love for the welsh forest faeries was just lines read off a script by vortigern, vortigern's vitriolic disgust for those same faeries is just lines read off a script by oberon. if the "actor" part was optional, vortigern's body would be a hell of a lot more fucked up.

i've previously likened oberon to an experience i have when i'm discussing something i dearly love with people who also love it, but i mention something i really hate about it. for me, this happens because i get nervous, but i end up panicking and trying to reassure my friends that i really do like the thing in question. so, i end up walking away feeling dissatisfied: i either didn't properly convey my unhappiness with That One Thing, or i did a disservice in expressing how much i love the overall product. when this happens, i feel i haven't done justice to myself.

i don't think oberon has self confidence issues (though obviously he does hate himself), so he's not going through it the way i am. but it's also true that when he's talking about things that really count, nothing he says can do justice to the multifaceted emotions he has about things. furthermore, the automatic devaluing of his most emphatic statements that comes from him being the faerie king is incredibly disheartening.

his options are either be noncommittal and insubstantial, or be sarcastic and dismissive. he's black and white in one, but not grey, instead a checkerboard. he's the ultimate "and" statement. to force an opinion out of him is to pin him to one side, but since the other side isn't less true, whatever he says becomes false. if you use a command spell to make him only speak the whole truth, he will fall silent.

i think that as you spend more time with him, a lot can be better conveyed without words. i think that if you make it clear you understand and believe the part of him that despises you, you can experience the equal part of him that is impressed by and maybe even grateful to you. i don't think it's impossible to understand him, and someone who understands him and still wants him is something he considers an unattainable dream.

#popgo #i really hope this is coherent i tried to highlight some keywords and break it up appropriately #to just feel two ways at once and deride yourself for being inconsistent (the third way)#is something i feel can be understood #also i need his stupid bug pussy so bad. i'm sorry man i can't go five minutes without saying it. i'm struggling over here.

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eoieopda · 11 months

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the one with soonyoung and the domino

pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader type: drabble (smut) | wc: 990 | rating: 18+ au: established relationship summary: you and your boyfriend are both prone to taking stupid bets. cw: competitive cockwarming; self-imposed orgasm denial; p in v penetration; creampie implied, i guess? lol; “petal” as a pet name because i like to suffer. a/n: feast upon my brain worms, my children. i have succumbed to delusion. 😵‍💫 ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

You’re competitive.

You accept this fact about yourself. Or, rather, you acknowledge that this trait exists and do nothing — not one thing — to change it. While your therapist may ask you to dig down, to figure out why you feel you have so much to prove, you know better. The rationale is puddle deep: you simply hate to lose.

To your friends’ horror, you weren’t alone in this. You’d managed to find the one person on planet Earth who could go toe-to-toe with you and remain on his feet. Kwon Soonyoung, it seems, was tailor-made to keep your pace.

It was a blessing and a curse, loving someone equally hellbent on winning. It made you an unstoppable team at backyard sports and drinking games — downright formidable, really — but it also led to both of your mouths writing checks your asses didn’t really want to cash.

A series of bad bets, just for the sake of it.

Just like this one.

“How are you holding up, petal?”

Soonyoung sounds smug, but he’s asking through gritted teeth.

“Better than you, I think,” You respond breezily because you’re unbothered, not because your body begs for you to sigh. “Sweet of you to ask.”

He hums in response, amusement so clear that he may as well have laughed instead. Either way, you feel that vibration in your chest, which is all but pressed to his. Arms linked around his neck, you lean in closer until you can nudge the tip of his nose with yours. The tiny shift in your posture makes your breath catch in your throat, but you swallow it back.

Instead, you smirk, “Not thinking of tapping out yet, are you, baby?”

When he lifts himself up to scoot closer to the back of the couch, you know exactly what he’s up to. Shameless, you think, trying to steal territory like this. The sole consolation you get from his movement — apart from the obvious — is that he looks like he’s full of regret for his choices. You are, too, of course.

Among other things.

“Could do this all day.” He smiles his way through a bold-faced lie. His palms run up your thighs, making you shiver; but then he pats them so innocently, you want to scream instead. “‘m perfectly comfortable. I might even fall asleep like this.”

Oh, you bastard.

It kills you to do it, but you refuse to take this dishonesty sitting down — well… — so, you take back the weight you’d balanced on your bent legs and center it. Gravity grabs you by the hips, pulls you down until he has nowhere left to run. Then, like a fucking masochist, you signal every muscle in your body to tense.

To your dismay, Soonyoung cracks, but he doesn’t break. He simply mutters, “Fuck,” and squeezes his eyes shut, sucking in a breath through his teeth that he then releases with a hiss.

“Sorry, did you say something?” Eyes wide and smile coquettish, you’re ready to devastate him whenever he deigns to lift his lids. “Didn’t catch that, baby.”

As it turns out, you’re not at all prepared for the look he gives you when his eyes reopen. There’s dark, and then there’s whatever the fuck has gotten into him to make his pupils dilate like that. Involuntarily, you clench. This time, he doesn’t flinch.

“You act big and bad now,” he drawls, grinning wolfishly. “But if I blink too hard, my cock could kiss your cervix. You know that, right?” Fingers scratch lightly at the goosebumps on your thighs. He knows you know; he’s buried too deep not to. “That if I have a sudden… coughing fit, for example, I could wind up rearranging your guts?”

You do your best to ignore the way his words make your pulse race. After all, you have an endgame to focus on. Only two options remain: fight nobly and risk him winning, or take him down with you.

Fuck it.

He gave you the idea himself, didn’t he?

You sniffle for a moment, eyes flashing with mischief for even less time, and then you unwrap one arm from around his neck. With the crook of your elbow freed, you fake a sneeze; cunt clenching hard around his length while your hips jerk forward, dragging him along with you.

It was a calculated risk on your part. Unfortunately for you, you’ve never been great at math. That delicious friction is enough to grab you tight and fling you off the cliff without reservation. You tremble as you float, whole body alight with the orgasm you’d been fighting for the fifteen minutes since you sank down onto him.

Thankfully, Soonyoung isn’t any better off. He cums hard, hips jolting up to meet the underside of your thighs. Cock twitching and spilling, he groans like you’d done far more than just keep him warm. And despite the lack of physical exertion, you’re both panting — embarrassingly so.

“I fucking win,” he cheers faintly. Fist raised, weakly and triumphantly, he drops his head back against the couch. In an instant, his eyes flutter shut; he doesn’t see the way your nostrils flare.

You snort, “In what world?”

“Don’t be a sore loser, petal.” He chides you. He cracks one eye open and hits you with a lopsided grin. “I held out a full second longer.”

“You did not!” You gasp, smacking his chest with a muted thump. “The nerve of you, Soonyoung — the absolute gall!”

He flattens his mouth into a straight line. His eyes narrow the same way, unimpressed. “I only came because you did. Might’ve been a domino effect, but you fell first.”

“So, we both lost, then,” you huff, crossing your arms indignantly.

He flattens his palms against the cushion below, sits up properly, and steals a kiss from your pouty lips.

“Nah,” he hums. Unsatiated, he steals another. “Think we both won.”

On the inside, you swoon, but on the outside, you roll your eyes. “Fine. I wasn’t planning on paying up, anyway.”

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Love Me, Love Me Not

Based on a prompt from @mysticcrownshipper, I hope I did it justice! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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After the harrowing events of Spring Break, the school banned Hellfire from meeting on school grounds. They’d finally managed to get rid of him by sending him a pity diploma, there was no way in hell they were going to let him back for a nonacademic game. Eddie’s new trailer wasn’t big enough to comfortably host all of them, Gareth’s mom wouldn’t let them meet in the garage after hearing about Eddie’s accusations on the news, and Mrs. Wheeler wouldn’t let them use the basement. Just like that, one of the only things that kept the boys sane was taken away from them.

Eddie was practically bursting at the seams when Steve offered for them to use his dining room. Steve hadn’t heard from his parents since Christmas and he wasn’t expecting them to come back any time soon. And he was itching to do something to make the kids happy. They’d been through so much already, they deserved to act like kids for a while and play their little nerd game without restriction.

From that point on, Thursday nights at the Harrington household were devoted to Hellfire. The first few sessions of the new campaign were a bit awkward. The Corroded Coffin boys didn’t know how to interact with Steve. He’d never bullied them or messed with any of them directly but they’d heard enough rumors about him to be wary. After the first few meetings though, they lost their hesitance around him and he became just another guy, another friend that they were excited to hang out with.

On one fateful Thursday, the boys were mingling during a break in the session and Gareth opened up a can of worms he would’ve rather kept shut. He’d been watching Eddie making eyes at Steve all day and he finally called him out on it over a beer and some Cheetos.

“So, you and Steve, huh? I didn’t think he was your type. You going for jocks now?” Gareth said it as nonchalantly as he possibly could but Eddie still snorted his beer up his nose and fell into a coughing fit.

“Fucking shit, Gare! Don’t just drop that on me like that, what’s the matter with you! Of course I’m not, just leave it!” Eddie sputtered.

The Corroded Coffin boys narrowed their eyes at him in unison. None of them believed him especially since he had waxed poetic about the golden flecks in Steve’s eyes just a few hours prior.

“Dude, that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard you say and you’ve said some really dumb shit,” Jeff told him deadpan.

Grant scoffed in his face, “yeah sure. Just lie to us like we can’t see that you’re head over heels for the guy.”

“I’m not! Why would I be interested in Steve? There’s no way in hell that would ever work out. Just drop it, you’re making me uncomfortable” Eddie seemed adamant on that and the other boys nodded in reluctant agreement. What they didn’t realize was that Steve had heard their whole conversation from his position in the hallway.

He really thought he was getting somewhere with being Eddie’s friend, maybe more. Just like all of his other relationships though, he was putting more effort in than Eddie was. He didn’t realize that he hated him so much though. But, maybe he should have. Eddie had seemed hesitant to accept his offer of hosting Hellfire at his house. Steve probably made him uncomfortable, either being a jock when jocks had terrorized him over Spring Break or maybe because he knew Steve had a thing for him and wasn’t interested. Regardless, he didn’t want to make Eddie feel any worse than he already had so he took a step back.

Steve turned down invitations, made himself scarce on Thursday Hellfire nights, and limited his regular tangents to bland responses. He wanted to make Eddie feel more comfortable with the Party and himself. However, all it served to do was make Eddie pissed off.

From his perspective, Steve had seemingly out of nowhere decided that Eddie wasn’t worth being friends with. Their weekly smokeouts that he looked forward to were canceled. His lengthy conversations at Family Video with Steve and Robin were met with stilted conversation and narrowed eyes. He didn’t know what had happened to cause the change but Eddie couldn’t help but feel offended. What the fuck had happened to cause such a profound change between them?

Eddie lasted a lengthy two weeks before he exploded. Steve refused yet another invitation to watch Hellfire and Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh yeah? You’re too good to fraternize with mere peasants, huh King Steve? You have everyone fooled but you’re still such bullshit!”

Steve whipped around in shock and stepped closer to Eddie to scream into his face. “I’m bullshit? Really? Are you fucking serious?! I was fine, I was having fun talking to you and hanging out and then you said I made you uncomfortable so I backed off. If anyone is bullshit here, it's you. Stop sending fucking mixed signals and leave me alone!”

Eddie just blinked at his back as Steve grabbed his car keys and took off in a haze of confused anger. Well shit, he’d fucked this up immensely. He couldn’t even bring himself to move until Gareth pushed harshly at his shoulder.

“Dude, what the hell is the matter with you? Steve’s a good guy, why are you jerking him around?” He sniped at him, stabbing his chest with aggressive finger pokes.

Eddie was still in shock at Steve’s words, still reeling at his proclamation. “He said he likes me?”

“Are you a dumbass?” Jeff asked him. “No seriously, are you stupid? He just said that he backed off because you said you were uncomfortable, he was respecting your boundaries, and you called him bullshit. We’re past him liking you now. We’re in ‘you fucked it up’ territory now, bud.”

Eddie’s heart fell. He didn’t know where to go from there, he’d never liked anyone quite like Steve. “How do I fix this? I really like him.”

Grant sneered at him, “you don’t deserve Steve. You’ve been treating him like shit for the past two weeks, just leave him alone.”

“Wow Grant, thanks for your opinion. That was very helpful,” Eddie said before turning to Jeff and Gareth. “Seriously though, how do I fix this?”

Gareth just let out the most profound sigh anyone had ever heard. “Jesus Christ, Eddie. I think he heard you telling us that we were making you uncomfortable when we asked about him and he misunderstood. I’ll talk to him and explain but fuck man, you need to get better at communicating. If this does work out between you guys, you can’t just keep everything bottled up like this. It’s stressful for all of us.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”

“Yeah, you better,” Gareth muttered.

Hellfire was postponed that week while Gareth tried to barter with Steve to hear Eddie out. He didn’t know the details of what happened after he dragged Steve back to his own house but when Corroded Coffin met for band practice the next afternoon, both Eddie and Steve were sporting multiple hickies and hiding small smiles.

The boys just sighed at them. They were happy for the pair but good god, they had just gotten used to Eddie’s ramblings about Steve. Imagine how awful he was going to be going forward now that they were together.

(And they were right. Eddie made it his mission to mention Steve at all times and always managed to include how great his ass looked in any conversation no matter the topic. The Corroded Coffin boys suffered forevermore, always regretting getting them together in the first place.)

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#When Robin hears about it she gives Eddie the shovel talk of all shovel talks #Eddie gets a hell of a lot better at communicating upon receiving threats of literal death #the next fic is going to be about Steve hurting Eddie because I feel bad now #I keep making Eddie mess it up and that's just not fair to him!#might delete this (is this even cohesive?)#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #hellfire #jeff #gareth emerson #grant

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secretblogofdog · 1 month

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Fantastic ask response!

And it did give me an idea…

After it’s born, the alien sits there and settles its tentacles and feelers shifting around before…it decides…it’s not ready for the outside world just yet…and starts to move back towards your open legs…

As I lie back, panting, I feel a prodding at my sore vulva. "Baby? Baby, what are you--" As a feeler plunges back into my used hole, I groan in protest. "You're out, sweetie, just--just stay THERE--" Another joins it, until my alien offspring is worming its way slowly back into me. My cervix is already in the process of closing back up, and for a moment, the baby seems comfortable to stay entirely wedged in my birth canal, which makes my pelvis bulge obscenely. "G--get back out," I whimper, trying to bear down and push it out. Instead, it latches on its feeler to my cervix and resists, puffing out its body to stretch me even farther. "B-baby, please, please!" I cry.

It takes quite a few tries for it to find the closing hole that it came from, but when it does, my back arches so far I worry about something breaking. It's invading me again, coming back to the place it was made, and I'm not ready, not now, not yet!

More and more of its mass fills my belly out once again, and as the feelers begin to stimulate my walls, I can feel when the umbilical cord makes contact again. As the new placenta begins to fill with fluid, I reach down absently to my cunt. "W...welcome back," I pant in defeat, staggering back to bed.

I'm sure it'll let me know when it's ready...right?

#asks #potion rp #ub #prg #bigggsblog #you ask #i deliver

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lilithaban · 1 year

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books and kisses

pairings: wonwoo x female reader

— filo setting

🖋️: smut, crack!

warning: 🔞, mature content, profanities, dick riding, unprotected s!x, dry humping, d! riding, bl!wj!b, multiple org!sm

— dni minors!

posted: february 14, 2023

happy reading!

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“That wasn't the case AJ,”

I rolled my eyes and tried not to argue with these four eyes on my side. Yes, I'm with Jeon fucking Wonwoo. The astute fuckass.

"Nye nye nye, I stand for what I speak for 'no!'" "I know I'm right," I said confidently.

"Oh my, you're not just looking at the slides that Sir Fernando gave us, it said that coagulation is a natural mechanism that acts to reduce blood loss from hemorrhage,"

Him and his smartass brain.

Gusto ko na lang siyang sapakin

“Basically, coagulation's role is to diminish blood ha not to remove the blood,”

Sa sobrang inis ko sa kayabangan niya nagbasa na lang ako ng book ni Murakami. Mas naiintindihan ko pa 'to kesa sa nirereview namin.

“Nakikinig ka ba, Aj?” I heard him called me but I refuse to response kasi nga fuck you siya.

Hinablot niya naman sakin yung librong binabasa ko at pinagtaasam niya ako ng kilay. “Paano mo naman ako matatalo niyan sa anaphy kung iba binabasa mo”

Sinapak ko siya sa braso at inirapan. “Ang yabang mo talaga! wala naman akong pake sa rankings na yan. Wala naman na akong will para mag-aral,” walang gana kong sinabi at inagaw sa kamay niya yung libro.

“Well if you say so. suit yourself then”

Konti na lang tatadyakan ko na to nakakainis yung tono ng pananalita eh.

I'm not sure how long it's been, but we're still studying for midterms in anatomy and physiology. He's teaching me the terminology that I've missed upon when I've been away. I'm bored, but all I can do is stare at him as he flexes how much his brain can store. And I find him very attractive, no, he is really attractive I'm not gonna lie about that but whenever he is serious and talking things like this make me feel things.

He's just Jeon Wonwoo, a man with black glasses. A man wearing plain black shirt almost everyday. A man with monolid eyes.

Simple lang naman 'tong hayop na to pero parang ang extra pogi niya ngayon?!

As I stared intently at him I feel something down there. I'm starting to move like a fucking worm because I feel tingling sensation down there. And I'm not that noob to know.

I'm fucking turn on pero nagsasalita lang naman siya dyan, nagrereview para sa midterms namin pero shet tangina

Kantutin mo ako naman ako Wons!

Syempre sinabi ko lang yan sa utak ko medyo nerd 'tong mayabang na 'to eh. Pero dahil hindi ako pinalaking duwag ng mama ko tinanong ko siya.

“Wons,” tawag ko sa kanya at kinalabit siya

“Hmm”

“I want to have sex with you”

Siguro kung may iniinom tong kape mabibilaukan to. Sa gulat niya eh nawala siya sa balanse kahit na nakaupo lang siya kaya nahulog yung mga libro na nakapatong sa tabi niya.

“What?!”

Lumapit ako sakanya at dahan-dahan inalis yung mga reviewer sa hita niya at kumandong sa kanya saka pinuwesto ang dalawang kamay ko sa balikat niya.

Tinitigan ko muna siya nang mabuti bago nagsalita. Tanginang to ang pogi talaga

Taena ano bang nangyayari sakin ngayon?!

“I said wanna have sex with you,”

I slowly grind on his lap. Good thing I wore skirt today so ramdam na ramdam ko yung bukol sa jeans niya. I'm starting to feel things right now. Alam kong basang-basa na ako down there.

"I hate to admit this, but you're really attractive, you know, but today?! I'm not sure what kind of potion you did drank, but I see you extra fucking hot today, and your stupid mouth teaching me terms made me feel a tingling sensation,"

I'm still grinding on his lap, and I can already hear his heavy breathing. I swear his piercing stares can kill me in an instant! He looks like a tiger about to devour his prey. His already turn on but he's not saying anything.

Fucking shit, I'm only grinding at him but I can feel liquid flowing from my hole. What the fuck I already did cum but this bitch still staring at me I mean more likely glaring!

“Oh my god wons, aren't you gonna response? I already cum and you're still an ass—” hindi ko na natuloy sasabihin ko nang bigla niya akong sinunggaban ng halik.

Para akong mababaliw sa paraan niya ng paghalik. He's kissing me, but it's sloppy. He never let any part of my lips dry. His lips are devouring my lips. Oh my god, he is such a good fucking kisser.

The kiss progressed from sloppy to aggressive and deeper. Our tongues are already fighting when he breaks off to remove his glasses before kissing me again.

Oh my fuck ang hot ng pagkakatanggal niya ng glasses!

He quickly kissed me again after removing the major obstacle to our make out session. Habang bumaba labi niya sa leeg ko naramdaman ko ang paglakbay ng kamay nito magmula sa bewang ko patungo sa skirt ko.

“Mhhmmm” napaungol ako ng bigla kong naramdaman kamay nitong hinihimas puke ko kahit na may suot pa akong underwear. Nakakabaliw. Ang sarap.

Hinihimas niya palang naman yung puke ko pero para na akong lalabasan or did I cum again...already?

Naggrind ulit ako sa ibabaw niya habang patuloy ang pagpapak ng mga lab nito sa leeg ko. “Ay putangina ka” napasigaw ako ng warakin niya ang damit ko, revealing my mounds since I'm not wearing anything underneath that top.

Ramdam ko ang diin ng mga titig ni Wons sakin. “Hoy wala talaga akong suot na bra since ikaw lang naman yan. And besides I have my cardigan with me 'no”

Totoo naman! siya lang naman kasama ko kaya hindi na rin ako nagbra atsaka may dala akong cardigan. Malay ko bang hindi niya napansin utong ko kanina. “Damn, you are fucking hot” napamura pa ito bago nilamas at nilamon nito ang dibdib ko.

Napapa-arko na yung katawan ko sa sensasyong dulot ni Wons sakin. I just know na nilabasan na ako for the third time. Wala na akong pake na sabihin pa iyon sa kanya.

Umalis ako sa kandungan niya at hinubad lahat ng natitirang saplot sa katawan ko. Tinaasan ko ng kilay ang lalaki sa harapan ko habang yung gago...

Naka manspread may diin yung mga titig niya parang kinikiliti yung tinggil ko. Halos mapamura na ako nang kagatin nito ang labi niya at hinila ulit ako pa-upo sa kandungan niya. Kinurot ko ang tagiliran niya pero hindi pa rin siya natinag.

"Why don't you take off your damn clothes?” kahit na gumigiling pagkakasabi ko nun eh marahan pa rin akong gumigilinh sa ibabaw niya. Hindi pa rin siya nagsasalita at habang ako mas lalong naging magaslaw yung paggiling ko dahil ramdam ko na nalalabasan na naman ako.

And at this point, I'm going to lose my shit. I've already cum multiple times and don't want to cum again without him fucking my hole!

“Oh my god wons. I'm don already”

Sa inis ko ako na lang nag initiate. Nagmamadali kong kinalas ang belt niya. Binaba ang zipper ng jeans niya sabay binaba ito kasama ng underwear niya.

Napalunok ako sa nakita ko. I mean I know he's big alright! but I didn't expect him to be this BIG.

Hindi na ako nagsayang ng oras pa at walang pasabing sinubo ang ari nito. Tangina sa laki ng ari niya halos mabilaukan na ako kahit na hindi ko pa naman sinusubo ng buo ito.

“Fuck”

“Damn baby I like how dominant you are”

“Fuck you, yes right there”

“You are taking me so well baby”

“Aaaahhh- mmhhmm”

Dahil sa nga narinig ko mas lalo pa akong ginanahan na chupain siya. Naka tingin lamang ako sakanya habang pinapaligaya ito. Nakapikit ba nga mata nito at mahigpit ang hawak sa buhok ko habang nakaawang ang bibig niya.

Mayamaya pa ay napadaing siya dahil tuluyan na siyang nilabasan. At dahil hindi ako pinalaking mahina ni mama nilunok ko lahat ng nilabas nito.

“Hmm you taste so good. I'd like to taste that lollipop again” I said with my flirty voice

Nagulat na lamang ako dahil bigla ako nitong inangat at biglang binagsak sa hita niya. Napahiyaw ako dahil walang pasabing pinasok nito ang ari niya sakin.

“Aj, I'm sorry but I cannot eat you now because the library is about to close and I need to fuck with you right now,”

After hearing that I slowly move on his lap. Adjusting myself on how big he is. Mayamaya pa ay bumibilis na ang pagtaas-baba ko sa kandungan niya.

“Putangina ang laki mo wons”

“Shit ang sarap sarap mo, Aj”

“A-aaahh fuck”

Sumabay na rin sa ritmo si wons kaya rinig na rinig pagsasallukan ng mga balat namin na siyang nagdagdag lamang ng libog sa aming mga katawan.

Umaarko na ang likod ko at mga mata ko'yo papikt-pikit na dahil sa sobrang sarap ng pagkantot nito sakin sabayan pa ng pagbigay ng mga malalagkit na halik sa dibdib ko.

“Ooh my shit I'm cuming”

“Fuck you, let's cum together”

Napahawak ako ng mahigipit sa balikat niya ng labasan na kami parehas. Ramdam ko ang pag-puno ng katas nito sa puke ko.

Pagod na pagod akong yumakap sakanya. Naghahabol ng hininga habang nakapasok pa rin ang ari nito sa butas ko.

“I don't know that you are this naughty.”

Natawa na lamang ako sa sinabi nito dahil wala na akong lakas para magsalita pa.

“Mmhmm let's go. We'll continue this to my condo,”

"And you'll still need to recite what I taught you today baby. Well after all anaphy is your mortal enemy”

#svt fanfic #svt scenarios #svt wonwoo #svt smut #seventeen smut #jeon wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo #filo au #filipino author #filipino #smut #spg #svt filo au

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Not Just a RomCom: CodyWan AU

This actually did start out as a vaguely normal modern AU but then we all got distracted. Set up with help from @bytebun and @catboydogma.

Single dad Obi-Wan has a pottery studio. (Technically he's parenting his siblings, but he believes he deserves the Respect of a successful single parent.)

Anakin is, as per usual, just. Being incredibly rebellious and uncooperative with Obi-Wan's attempts to be a parent. Anakin, on a rebellious streak (number eighteen of the year) decides to skip out on Obi-mandated college application hours. Yes he wants to be an engineer, but Obi-Wan's pressuring him right now, and he does not want to do what Obi-Wan wants him to do, even if the thing Obi-Wan wants him to do is meant to help Anakin do what he wants to do. Anakin uses his sudden free time to go to the mall and, seeing a pop-up stall for modeling, decides to give it a shot. He's a pretty guy, he can probably do this, right? Can't be that hard!

(You know. He's eighteen. Maybe nineteen. It's that age.)

(Also it is VERY hard.)

Enter Cody, who is not technically, in and of himself famous… but he is the top modeling agent in the country, by virtue of having sourced and negotiated all of Bly's top runway and editorial models, and the guy who is now 'discovering' Anakin Skywalker.

I feel like there's a specific energy to amputee male model Anakin Skywalker and I like it very much.

I was just. Rolling around 'people of similar ages and maturities who have vastly different life experiences, and going 'hm, this is why power/maturity differences are a way bigger issue with teens and early twenties but way less of an issue in middle-aged people.'

Obi-Wan isn't a Big Name With Big Responsibilities, but he has been more or less single-handedly raising his brother and sister. Like yeah his friends and stepsister help out sometimes, but he's been doing this mostly alone since he was twenty-five. He also runs a small business as an artist/creator, and does all the management for it (taxes, advertising, insurance) himself.

Meanwhile, Cody helped out with his own younger siblings, but he was never the primary adult in their lives, and he's got a position that works around communications and networking, and a lot of the management bits get delegated, so it's…. IDK

It's a weird balance that does work out but it feels very odd and strange to both of them at first, especially because there's a Big Difference in financial statuses and the whole 'you are my little brother's new boss, sort of.' I think they initially connect over the parenting-younger-siblings aspect of their lives.

I'm torn between "he does plates and bowls on a wheel" and "he does insane custom fantasy pieces like overly detailed dragons."

Come enjoy this completely normal romcom [take note of the dragons they will be important later]

I do know that, whichever it is, he does classes, including "Wine and wheel" nights where people come in on dates to take a pottery class while tipsy. It's like drunk painting nights.

I want Cody taking Obi-Wan out on the fanciest dates, like the kind of NYC restaurant where an entree is $200. Sometimes dinner turns into "bitching about Anakin" sessions.

Obi-Wan: I cannot help you. Cody: You raised him. Obi-Wan: Yes. But you are the one who signed a contract to keep him around. You made this bed. Lie in it.

"I inherited this can of worms. You grabbed it off the shelf, paid in full, and were then surprised that there were worms."

Side note I've decided that the head of his legal department is Padme. She and Rex (IDK what his actual job is?) are in competition to gain Anakin's affections. IDK how legal that is but Padme probably ensured it was fine before she got involved.

Alternately, Rex is a fellow model (he's using it to pay for college) and he can flirt with Anakin as much as he wants (which is usually not that much), and Padme can't.

She wants to! Anakin is flirting with her! But. Legally. She can't. (Yet.)

Padme: Until your position has been secured in such a way that I cannot influence it, I cannot date you. Anakin: 🥺

And now we get to the part where it is... not just a RomCom.

Because I was... trying VERY hard not to talk about The Last Dragon chronicles (you know, The Fire Within, etc.). And then I did. And now it's part of this AU.

Quiet subplot to the entire romance and Anakin's modeling journey is the fact that Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are just making sapient dragon statues to hand out to their friends.

Obi-Wan: Okay Cody, as a symbol of my affection, here is a statue of a dragon. It's got some props that are related to your passions. It survives on your love. Cody: Aw, that's cute. Thanks. Cody, that night: [hears some small scraping noises and weird shuffling] Cody: [looks up and sees the dragon statue moving] Cody, whispering: what the fuck

HE THOUGHT HE WAS IN A ROMCOM WHAT IS THIS

Anakin is not very good at the dragonmaking. He tries, for Rex and Padme, but he's. Not very good at it, at least not compared to his siblings. Ahsoka has to go through it with him, step by step, so the dragons are Worth Giving.

They gotta be perfect.

Obi-Wan definitely makes other things as well but the Dragons are absolutely magical. (Vases and plates and whatnot are easier to sell, though.)

The one he made for Anakin (right after Qui-Gon and Shmi died) has a cyborg arm, because it just felt right. Ten years later, Anakin lost his arm in a freak accident, and everyone was like oh.

I feel like Obi-Wan's dragon might actually have a shield? Because he defines himself in large part around protecting and raising his siblings. His dragon is also less 'dragon' and more 'Boga the varactyl.'

Cody's needs to be something about connection and networking, since his whole thing in this AU is making connections and figuring out how to put people where they need to be. I'm partial to a spiderweb hanging from the end of the statue's raised tail, and also he's got a tie on.

Padme's comes with a fountain pen. Rex's has jaig eyes and feathered wings. Unrelated, I do think he's studying to be a social worker.

I'm not entirely sure what I want Ahsoka's role to be, insofar as what about her is reflected in the statue. I think I'm going to say she's a skater girl, so her dragon has a board and knee/elbow pads? Or possibly a paintbrush. IDK. Still poking her open.

A giant eastern dragon statue that watches over the house from a central location as a vestige of Great-Grandpa Yoda. It is in fact bigger than Yoda himself. It's one of those incredibly long and complicatedly coiled ones.

I think I really enjoy Anakin being just. Really bad at clay stuff compared to Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. Ahsoka is happily being primed to take over the family business one day.

What Anakin does eventually turn out to be incredibly, terrifyingly good at is steampunk dragon automatons.

Like this but it's real and it moves:

(Source)

And you assume it's just like. A windup toy? And it is... when you're looking. If you look away (or it trusts you), it moves on its own. When Anakin's dragons move, everyone just assumes there's a battery or something.

Anakin's just really excited that he can continue the family tradition but like in his own way. Fuck knows he can't really do anything on his siblings' level with clay, but he can do clockwork.

It's the GG fan in me popping out, nothing is cooler than steampunk automata with minds of their own.

#CodyWan #Anidala #Rexwalker #Rexanidala #Obi Wan Kenobi #Commander Cody #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Ahsoka Tano #Padme Amidala #dragons #pottery au #modeling au #phoenix posts #star wars #the clone wars #modern au #Crossovers #The Fire Within

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kindheart525 · 4 months

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Snowcone was cuddled up in her room with a good book, one she had stolen from the restricted section of a magic library...coincidentally the reason she was grounded as well.

Oh well, she got left alone at the very least.

That is, until the knock at her door.

“Hey, are you okay? May I come in?”

The cup of Snowcone’s emotional limits overflowed as soon as the knock rung through her room. She shoved her head under her pillow and screamed into the muffling cushion before calling out a response.

"I'm fine but I would really prefer if you wouldn’t!"

“Fair enough.”

Aurora’s voice sounded through the door, even and calm. A nice contrast from Mom and Mother’s constant nagging, plus she knocked instead of barging in. But Snowcone still didn’t want to deal with her right now.

“I brought you chickpea tikka from the Tasty Treat, though. Can I at least drop it off?”

There was a moment of silence so quiet one could hear a pin drop, followed by the sound of rushing hooves and a lock clicking.

"You can come in if you want, I don't really care."

Aurora entered the room, not paying mind to the mess strewn across Snowcone’s floor or the curtains drawn on a hot summer’s afternoon, instead simply placing the dish on Snowcone’s nightstand.

“Sorry you got grounded. I’m around to talk if you want.”

“Thank you.”

Snowcone immediately hopped back onto her bed and shoved her nose in her book, not wanting to make eye contact after mumbling her answer.

She let out a deep sigh when Aurora began speaking.

"What is there to talk about? I broke a stupid rule and Mother thought I'd learn my lesson sitting in my room for the 49th time!"

She was so frustrated by all this, she had this impulse and taking a look at this book would scratch that impulse in her brain. It made her feel a whole lot better for...an hour.

What was the harm?

Unfortunately instead of leaving her alone, Aurora decided to settle down by the end of her bed.

“I don’t think it’s a stupid rule. Restricted spells are a pretty big deal. You may not be planning to do anything with it but who knows what would happen if the wrong pony got their hooves on it. These rules are meant to keep Equestria safe.”

Aurora tried to lighten the mood a bit.

“At least you didn’t end up in juvenile detention.”

Right away Snowcone whipped her head around and lashed out at Aurora. She was lucky her sister was understanding because she was spitting fire at the poor mare.

"You think I don't know that?! You seriously think I'd let it get into the wrong hooves?! Why did you come in here if you only wanted to...”

She stopped and teared up a little bit.

"Yeah, I guess I didn't..."

Aurora simply patted her back in an attempt at comfort.

“I get it. You’re stressed out in school, you’re grounded, of course you’re having a hard time. I don’t think you’ve had Veuve over in awhile either.”

Then she opened a can of worms.

“Is something going on?”

Aurora validating her emotions felt so good, she explained herself and she was totally right!

Snowcone began to wonder why she didn't talk to her more often...

The next question made her less than happy though. How in Equestria was she meant to answer that? Should she tell the truth? Lie?

"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it. You're just gonna shrug and then leave me to deal with it myself anyways."

To her dismay, Aurora pressed on.

“Not if you really need help, I won’t. I don’t always have the best advice but Aura has been helping Eclipse a lot, no? You don’t need to tell me anything but she might be able to help you too.”

Snowcone let out a deep sigh and shoved her pillow on top of her head as Aurora went on.

"I'm not too sure about that and I would quite rather kill myself, but sure. What’s the worst that can happen? I'll go."

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#KindsArt #auraverse #live wire #snowcone syrup #aurora borealis #story piece #next generation #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4

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who-the-fuck-knows-blog · 7 months

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the scene where izzy is talking to stede about the knives is such a good display of his character development. not only has he previously shown that he cares about the crew, and feels responsible for their safety; he actively stepped up instead of trying to kill himself again he saved that bullet to prevent ed from killing the whole crew, but he also acknowledges that he hurt ed (despite my disagreement with him that ed’s entire emotional state was caused by stede and izzy—thats a whole other can of worms regarding personal responsibility and mental illness and autonomy). I’m not sure if this is new character development for him, or if this was consistent from the start, and as we know, aspects of the previous season’s image of izzy will be somewhat divorced from how he usually behaves due to his emotional state. I didn’t particularly see him as a character who wouldn’t accept responsibility, but he has lied previously. not that it did him any good.

it seems entirely consistent to me that him lying initially about ed’s death (alongside the crew who initiated that lie) was due to his stated goal of wanting to avoid any more harm to the crew. He, at this point is only barely back from suicidality. I think the crew is holding him together quite a bit, and he wants to protect them as fiercely as he did edward.

i hope that we will get some flashbacks to him and the crew bonding, or his attitude shifting, but imo, the way he’s been shown to try to protect the crew, standing up to blackbeard directly and redirecting the attention to himself, shows he does really care.

I love that he isn’t and has never been a one-note, one-dimensional villain who selfishly only exists for himself and is actually a nuanced character with layers, things he is working on improving. None of them are “good guys”, really. because they’re people and contain multitudes. but the whole point of the story is about personal growth and escaping unhealthy dynamics and relationships and healing and how beneficial community is to all of that. I think the show is doing very well at portraying that and most people will see and understand the points being made.

#cw suicide #ofmd s2 #izzy hands #i cant promise i will always tag for suicide #as it is a main theme of the show #it’s possible i will forget #happy that so many people are seeing who izzy actually is now #underneath deranged jealousy and heartbreak #he had a found family moment and went #yeah im gonna ensure the safety of these guys #(gender neutral)#izzy positivity #i’m excited to show this to friends and family and see their reactions to izzy #i have a feeling he’s gonna become a favorite alongside ed for them #its not a moral judgement to like antagonists but it also is fine to acknowledge #when a character is not currently functioning as an antagonist anymore #and change your opinion of them #the izcourse #since i haven’t really been participating in fandom despite having been here a while #i worry i am encroaching so let me know if my use of the izcourse tag is that

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sociallyanxiouscryptid-writings · 1 year

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Thief’s Mistake

Thief messed up, and they continue doing so, but at least they have a good sense of humour.

CW: Torture, scolding water, using kitchen utensils as torture devices, interrogation

There were down sides to living in a remote place. You had to travel further to get supplies, there was no option for a quick trip to a convenience store for midnight cravings and when someone breaks into your house and ties you to a chair, no one can hear your screams.

There were many upsides too of course, however right now they didn’t seem as important.

Thief’s chair was sat in the lounge room, lit by a single tall lamp to their left. Ropes bound their wrists and legs tightly, and no matter which way they tried to manoeuvre they could not worm their way out. They could hear Villain in the kitchen, though they couldn’t see what the mastermind was doing.

“So, what’s the play here?” Thief called out. “I’m not stupid enough to keep it in my house.”

Thief frowned as they heard the kettle turn on.

“Are you making a cuppa?”

Again, no response.

Thief knew it was part of the plan but couldn’t help the pang of anxiety in them and began twisting against their restraints again. The rope burned on their skin but it didn’t deter them.

“If this is meant to intimidate me it’s not working,” they called out. “I’m not really scared of weird kitchen noises. It says more about you then anything else. Have you ever even used a kitchen before or just had servants do it for you?”

Finally, Villain emerged. Thief stopped moving, attempting to act as if they were never trying in the first place as the figure loomed in the doorway. It would be a lie to say Thief didn’t fear Villain, though they would never admit to it out loud. Honestly if they had known it was Villain they were hired to steal from they wouldn’t have taken the job, but Thief was a stubborn creature and once a job was accepted it was to be followed through. So they did steal from Villain, and here they are, in their own home, tied to a chair with a monster standing in front of them.

“Do you feel braver when you talk?” Villain asked. Even their voice felt dangerous, sweet but sharp, like a beautifully carved dagger.

“Well, it definitely takes away from the boredom,” Thief said. “And I am deathly afraid of being bored, so yes?”

Villain smiled, Thief’s hands felt clammy and their mouth dry.

The kettle finished boiling and Villain turned back into the kitchen, appearing again with Thief’s pretty red kettle, hot and steaming.

“I will get to the point then,” Villain said, stepping closer until their legs basically touched Thief’s. It was an uncomfortable closeness, which was rather the point, and it made Thief want to move, curl in on themselves. Villain sat the kettle on top of Thief’s hand the item heavy but base not hot.

“You’re going to threaten me with a kittle?” Thief said brows raised.

Villain shrugged, “I had to think on my feet, you’ve given me a very short window of time to work with.”

“Yeah, I’m a bit of a bastard like that,” Thief said.

“So, where is it?” Villain asked.

“I sold it.”

The side of the kettle was searing. Without warning Villain raised the kettle and dropped it down so that it was pressed against Thief’s hand. Thief hissed and recoiled on instinct, Villain quickly placing a foot on the chair between Thief’s legs to stop it rocking back.

“Don’t lie to me,” Villain said, voice a little more dagger than beauty.

“Right, of course,” Thief ground out.

Villain removed the kettle.

“I abandoned it.”

Villain raised their brows, gave Thief a second to correct their answer.

“Look my friend you are going to be disappointed, I’m not telling you anything.”

Villain poured the boiling water onto Thief’s hand, water splashing onto their legs and the rest of their body.

“Fuck,” they gasped, tears coming to their eyes as their skin scalded. Their hand shook, the whole thing turning red already as Thief struggled to catch their breath.

They laughed through the pain.

“I must have really made you mad,” Thief said.

“I don’t appreciate my stuff being stolen,” Villain said. “Especially things as important as this. Are you still determined to not talk?”

“You know, torture isn’t an effective method of information retrieval,” Thief said, Villain stepped back and walked into the kitchen. “The victim at some point will say anything to make it stop, and you have no way of knowing if that information is true or not. And by then it could be too late.”

Thief looked down at their hand, already blistering, but at least the now cooled water felt nice against their wrists. Silver linings, right?

Villain walked back in with a frying pan.

“Oh you’ve got to be-”

The hit came hard and fast without any warning. The frying pan, the hot frying pan, smacked against the side of Thief’s head, their ear ringing as they jerked to the side, this time Villain let the chair fall over and Thief’s head hit the ground. Stars danced in their vision but their attention was shot back as the base of the frying pan pressed into their already burnt hand.

“You will lose your hand by the end of the night if you don’t tell me where it is,” Villain said.

And then Thief said the stupidest thing their concussed mind could have ever thought to say.

“That’s ok, I have two.”

What an idiot.

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blackjackkent · 2 days

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Might as well go in and have our talk with Jaheira first (Hector missed it bc he went to Isobel first, lol). Going into Last Light is... depressing.

Rakha did not keep Rolan and his siblings at the Grove. Consequently, they were not around to help save people during the tieflings' trip through the Shadowlands.

And therefore Mattis is not here. None of the children besides Mol are, in fact. Neither is Alfira. :( :( :( :( This is upsetting! Way to go, Rakha.

Jaheira has been watching Rakha closely since she came in the door of the inn. "Please. Be welcome," she says, with a smile that does not quite reach her eyes. "Have a drink." She gestures with the wine glass in her hand at another, full of deep red liquid, on the table in front of her. "To your very good health."

Rakha picks up the glass and eyes it skeptically. She is familiar with wine, of course; they have had more than one bottle of it in their supplies from time to time, often scavenged from the crates of various enemies. This, she suspects, is a higher-quality brew, if it came from the inn's stocks.

She also knows, however, the effect that it has - blurred thoughts and unsteady movement, a tendency towards poor judgment and loose speech. (She remembers the teeth-lings, drunk and hectic and happy in camp, the gushing thanks for what she did for them...) It has never made her comfortable, and this is not a place where she can be safe in such things.

"I'm not thirsty," she says flatly.

"Indulge me," Jaheira says, equally flat, raising one eyebrow.

Rakha doesn't answer, just gives a short, sharp shake of her head and sets the glass back down.

Decline to drink.

Jaheira snorts softly, then shrugs. "You don't know what you're missing," she says, and takes a casual sip from her own glass before setting it down as well. "Well over a century old, and yet it hasn't lost a hint of flavor."

She squints at Rakha thoughtfully. "Still not quite so sure about you, though. People tend to lose more than just flavor when illithids get their hands on them. I speak from experience. There's an air about you - something alien." She leans her knuckles on the table and her lips draw into a tight line. "Answer me true and do not lie - the parasite is changing you, isn't it?"

(A/N: Interesting set of options here. There are three possible responses: "Yes, it's changing me for the better," "It's trying but I'm resisting," and a flat "No, it has no influence whatsoever." Interestingly, the middle one is marked as a deception check (at disadvantage because Rakha has been using the worms for [ILLITHID] checks), but both the first and third aren't even though they're directly contradictory.

Rakha doesn't tend to lie - she is always direct about the actual state of things and lets the other person decide if it's something they have a problem with. The question here is really what she even thinks about her own use of the tadpoles. Fundamentally, her use of them has been driven by the guardian's behavior - her insistence that Rakha must learn to wield the tadpole's power (without transforming to it) in order to be strong enough to fight the Absolute. So ultimately that is what drives her answer here I think.)

"Yes," she admits, still carefully calm and matter-of-fact. "The parasite is giving me powers I never had before. It's changing me for the better."

She suspects Jaheira won't like this answer, and she is correct.

The Harper's hand snaps up again, that same golden glow shimmering around her fingers that she held out in the courtyard, just before locking Rakha's feet to the ground with vines. For a moment, anger flares across her expression, and Rakha's hand settles on one of the quarterstaves at her back as she feels the Weave strain and spasm at the surge of energy.

But then the moment eases. Jaheira scowls, lets her hand fall to her side again. The glow fades, the Weave settles.

"Look around you," Jaheira mutters. "Good men, good women, stranded here - two feet in the grave. If we're to survive, I have no choice but to trust you. Can I?"

A valid question, and Rakha considers it in silence for a moment as the magic fades out from around them.

She remembers the moment Astarion tried to bite her, some weeks ago now. He has asked her then whether she trusted him, despite the danger he posed, the uncertainty of his motivations. And she said she did - because their enemies were the same, both externally and within their own minds.

This is the same question in reverse. And Rakha's answer is the same - because again, they share a common enemy. And Rakha has learned - from Wyll, from Lae'zel - to focus her ire on those she can kill with purpose.

It does not matter, perhaps, that she has little interest in whether Jaheira survives or not. What matters is that she will not be the one to kill her. "You can trust me," she says.

"Good," Jaheira says bluntly, "because I'll cross your heart myself if you break it." But she has relaxed a little, her stance loosening from its battle-ready hunch. "I have every reason to be cautious," she goes on. "I've tracked people like you, people with parasites in their brains, all the way here from Baldur's Gate. The cult of the Absolute is spreading through the city - quietly, quickly, and with unsettling deliberation. We tracked them to this ancient village, only to be faced with a man we killed and buried over a century ago."

Rakha tilts her head, her expression focusing in abruptly. This is new information, potential answers. "Who was - is - he?" she asks.

"General Ketheric Thorm." Jaheira growls the name out like a curse. "Remember that name. He's the leader of the Absolutists. He was a Sharran once - took to building an army of Dark Justiciars beneath this very village. Alongside the local druids, we made it our business to see him deposed - dead and buried."

Rakha nods slightly. This correlates with what Halsin has told her of this place. The name Thorm is familiar from Halsin's stories; he is the one responsible for the shadow curse and its corruption of the Weave here.

"But he's returned," Jaheira goes on. "Not only does General Ketheric Thorm live again, it seems he is no longer mortal. He has become, in fact, invincible. We met him on the road here - commanding an army of the Absolute, intent on destroying Baldur's Gate. I put an arrow through his eye myself, only to watch him pluck it out like a splinter." She scowls bitterly. "He healed right in front of me and chased us into the shadows. Things looked hopeless, but experience has taught me that no matter how bleak things look, there's always hope."

She looks at Rakha unblinkingly. "You are that hope."

Rakha says nothing for a moment. Then, low, "It's rare people look at me and see 'hope'."

She feels as unbalanced by it as she did by Mol's assertions out in the courtyard. I'd pretty much trust her with my life. It feels strange and uncomfortable to be an object of optimism. She is a broken killer, unmoored and dangerous...

Perhaps Jaheira sees something of the thoughts behind this statement, because she quirks an eyebrow up again and smiles faintly. "The light is rather dim, out here in the shadowlands. The point remains - protected by your artifact, you can infiltrate his forces at Moonrise Towers, posing as a True Soul. Find out what it is that makes him invincible so we can strip him of his advantage." Her eyes narrow with sudden fierce determination. "Once Ketheric is without his shield, the sword - together we assault his tower and put a final end to this blight."

It is hard to gauge to what extent she actually approves of Rakha, or if she simply sees her as a means to an end. Rakha doesn't really care. This is the information she needs, the direct guidance she has hoped to obtain from this cautious alliance.

The man at the center of the cult, the man on whom she needs to wreak her vengeance, has a name.

"Ketheric's days are numbered," she says, and the growl of the beast resonates under the words. "I'll make sure of it."

Jaheira considers her thoughtfully. "Without a cure for your infection, your days are numbered too. Yet you selflessly offer to spend them fighting alongside us." She nods suddenly, as if coming to a decision. "I like you. I promise I will do everything I can to make sure you survive this."

Rakha says nothing. She feels a strange urge to flinch away from these words, as if they are an attack, as if they hurt. Jaheira does not understand her, does not know anything about her. She does not know that Rakha's willingness to help comes from a wellspring of rage and pain. She does not know the beast's hunger for blood.

Well, she will know soon enough. Until then... Rakha will not dissuade her.

Jaheira herself seems somewhat uncomfortable with the momentary dip into sentimentality, for she goes on more brusquely at once. "Any cure starts with understanding the disease. Whatever magic Ketheric's using to control these tadpoles, it must be at Moonrise."

Rakha relaxes, relieved by the shift to more practical matters. "How do I reach him? The Towers are surrounded by shadows."

"You're not our only secret weapon," Jaheira answers. "Isobel - a faithful cleric of Selune and a light in the darkness. She cast the moon shield around the inn; it's the only reason we're still alive. She's upstairs in her chambers. Tell her I sent you, and she'll see you through the shadows safely."

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #whew #rakha is having Complicated Emotions today

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Perfect Chaos! - Part 5

There she stood. Breathless with wide eyes gazing at the man that wormed his way into her heart unbelievably fast. 2 days. 1 passionate night stand. Well the 2 days were a lie. If she was completely honest with herself, Riley could never keep her eyes off of the walking Sex on Legs that was Angel Reyes. Even her first night in the clubhouse all them years ago her eyes would never leave Angel. There was always something, some kind of chemistry, pulling her to him. Part of her cursed Lina for falling in love with Coco. Without her stubborn ass dragging her to that party a year ago she never would’ve stepped foot in their world. Jake would never have been introduced to club life, and he definatley wouldnt be patched in. Riley could laugh out loud at Jakes Club journey. If Bishop knew half of it, Jake would be stripped off his patch and Riley would be dead for telling the truth about her supposed lover.

The other half of her could thank god that Lina and Coco hit it off. And it was all down to him. Since that first day she set eyes on Angel it was all different. He was always different with her. Soft. Calm. He would sit at the bar with her all night during club parties, swatting away hang arounds like flies and making her laugh until her lungs burned. Jake would leave her there for hours while he was off doing god knows what with god knows who, and the only one to keep her company, to actually care enough to check on her, was Angel.

The feeling of Angel abruptly taking a step back made Riley snap out of her thoughts. Seeing the hurt flash across Angel’s eyes made her feel sick to her stomach. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. “You.” Reaching out for him, grasping onto the neckline of his kutte, Riley tugged him lightly back towards her. “Its always been you, Angel. Since that very first clubhouse party i was dragged to, where you spilled beer down my vest top and gave me your shirt instead.” Riley couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping from her. “You sat shirtless that whole night just so i didn’t have to be wet and sticky.” Angel smiled at her, cupping her face. “Then be mine.” Pulling her into a kiss, Angel let his hands slide under the oversized grey t-shirt she wore and explore her warm skin. Riley gasped letting her head fall back as she lost herself in the comfort that was Angel. “Its not that simple. You don’t know what he’ll do.” Angel groaned in frustration, pulling away to look at Riley fully. “He wont hurt you, not anymore. Ill kill him.” Shaking her head, Riley pleaded with Angel. “He knows things. Things he shouldn’t. I cant explain fully. Not here anyway. But one thing i do know is we have to be smart. It isn’t just as simple to leave him Angel. I wish it was.” Riley sighed, Pulling him in for another kiss. “Please trust me. Ill explain more when i can. But for now this has to be our secret. Promise me.” Reluctantly nodding, Angel gave Riley one last desperate kiss before stepping away from her. “Fuck this is gonna be so hard.”

After 10 Minutes, Riley made her way back through the noisy clubhouse and headed outside. Angel was the first to leave the stock room, thankful no one was lingering in the usually cramped hallway, with people queuing for the bathroom. Both of them hoped it wasn’t obvious. Heading back towards the group, taking her previous seat next to Lina, Riley leaned towards her best friend and smiled. “I’m sorry, L. I shouldn’t have snapped. Im happy for you and Coco. Truly, you know that. I love you.” Lina smiled back at her friend, “I know RyRy. I love you too!” Coco rolled his eyes and nudged his head towards the girls as he watched Angel take his seat. “Arguing one second, making up another. Fucking Girls bro. Crazy.” Lina glared at her boyfriend, she wasn’t going to give him a response to his stupid comment, But by the look in her eye Coco knew he was going to get his ass chewed out later when they were alone. “Anyway, before my Idiot rudely interrupted. I was going to ask, You up for going the cabin this week Ry? It’ll be good to get away for a few days, get your head straight ya’know?” Riley shook her head instantly, avoiding eye contact with everyone other than lina, even though she could feel Angel’s eyes burning a hole through the side of her face. “He’s not gonna let me go Lina. You know that.” Scoffing loudly Lina made clear she didn’t give a fuck. “Let me handle it. You need this break.” And before anyone could protest, she stormed off into the crowded clubhouse on the search for Jake. Riley couldnt help but think she was fucked. Lina and Jake clearly didnt get on, and if she mentioned going to the cabin, he would want to go too to make sure Riley was ‘behaving’.

Not even 5 Minutes later, out of the clubhouse came a seething Jake. The look in his eyes as he stormed his way to Riley made her stomach drop instantly. “You’re calling off work and going to the cabin tomorrow and didn’t tell me before? Are you fucking Joking Riley?” It killed Angel to watch him shout at her like that. She was a grown woman for god sake, not some child that had to be supervised. “Well Lina only just suggested it. I have a ton of paperwork and essay’s to catch up on and i think getting away for a few days will give me the space to finish them. Their really important Jake. You know what im trying to achieve here. Plus it will just be me and Lina. No one else.” Riley practically begged him to agree to let her go. The paperwork excuse being true, along with the need for some serious girl time. “No one else? You promise?” Jake questioned her directly. Riley nodded her head frantically. “Ofcourse. I think Coco is going, but thats so he can spend time with Lina while im working. Ill literally be shut away in a bedroom of the cabin for 4 nights working every hour. Please Baby. This will be good for me.” Thinking quick on her feet seemed to be a new found skill of Rileys the last few years. Sometimes, its hard for even her to recognize what is a lie and what is truth. It was hard, keeping track of everything, but it was needed to survive her and Jakes turbulent relationship. “Well as long as its just Lina and Coco i suppose you can go.” Smiling widely Riley kissed Jake’s cheek.”Thank you! We’re leaving early in the morning, but i promise not to wake you!” Excitement fluttered in her stomach as she realised she could get away from him and finally not be filled constantly with panic. But it very quickly turned to dread at the words he spoke. “Don’t be silly, Babe. You have to show me how thankful you really are later.” And with a final wink at a now pale Riley, Jake sauntered away from the group. Lina, who had only caught the tail end of the convosation, turned to smile at her. “See, knew i could get him to let you go. 4 nights away from him Ry! You can finally let your hair down.” Riley spoke quietly without even looking at her friend. “At what cost...”

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I would like to change my answer: A Streetcar Named Desire is the most disturbing film I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I should dwell on it or watch it again before making statements. But I just feel like, for my own sanity, I need to refute a few things that the movie touches on but does not resolve with any kind of hope. Because it’s the kind of movie that worms into your head and confuses you.

- If your husband beats you up and you go back to him because you’re attracted to him, that’s not love, it’s lust. Stella and Stanley are not crazy about each other. He’s obsessed with getting whatever he wants and she’s deluded.

- Blanche is a liar and nobody made her into a liar by cruelty. She started out by being cruel, driving her first husband to suicide. Then she just let her guilt serve as an excuse for every other selfish, self-satisfying thing she did, including taking advantage of an underage kid. And all the while she acts like a victim.

- Stanley is represented as the only character being honest in the film for most of it. He’s a brute but he sees Blanche for what she is. His one big lie is that he loves Stella. And then he lies to her about raping her sister. Stella is not an honest character, either: she lies to herself, like Stanley really loves her and has some part of a gentleman in him. Blanche, as I previously said, is a liar through and through. The only character who is depicted as honest, without lies, is Mitch. And what do they do with that one honest character? They have him kiss Blanche, then tell her she’s not good enough to marry once he learns the truth about her. No forgiveness. No redemption. Just more self-serving, with a dash of self-righteousness thrown in.

- And then at the end, Stella goes up and lives away from Stanley and vows never to go back to him? But she just lives…ONE apartment away from him, with Eunice? Am I supposed to take this to mean that Blanche’s response to being raped and getting taken away to a madhouse IS the metaphorical light that the whole movie has been foreshadowing, a light which finally shows Stanley for what he is to his wife? That’s DUMB. You know why that’s dumb? Because NOBODY can watch that movie and be like, “well at least Stella finally left him.” No way. The movie did not build up to Stella making any sort of lasting, firm-willed decisions, much less the one big decision that her whole character is built around avoiding. Not only that, but why would Blanche serve as an adequate light, shedding truth on Stanley’s cruel nature? She, herself, is a liar, cruelly drove her husband to suicide, and took advantage of not one but multiple men, including a teenage boy, and has been getting drunk off of her sister’s liqueur and lying to her ever since. Stella claims that she knew “the real Blanche” before Blanche turned into this disreputable woman, and so I suppose that’s supposed to make us believe that Stella would see how broken her sister is and take it as proof of Stanley’s unfaithfulness and brutality. But you know what, that’s not enough. Because it means Stella’s whole decision to leave Stanley is based on the idea that Blanche was fine before Stanley did this to her. And Blanche may not have been the victim of rape before Stanley raped her, but Blanche was also not fine beforehand, and Stella steadfastly chose not to believe that.

In a story that is all about a woman who never wants to be seen for what she is, by anyone, the ending should not be centered around a character who just…goes right on picking and choosing what she wants to believe. It should have ended with Stella seeing that her sister was a liar and a sexually promiscuous tramp, and then Stella should have moved out to take care of her sister unconditionally anyway. And Stanley should’ve died. That’s how the film should’ve ended.

Not some wish-washy “oh I’ll never go back to him. I’ll just live in the apartment right above his while my sister is remanded to the insane asylum.” How is that a good resolution? When everything the audience knows about Stella literally up until this point is that she doesn’t make decisions based on truth, (BECAUSE she picks and chooses what to believe in) she makes decisions based on feelings. And as soon as she feels sorry for the man living literally ten steps away from her, or gets lonely, she’ll run right back down there to him.

Thanks. Great movie. What lovely symbolism about light and truth you completely fumbled at the end.

#It was very well made #a good film #but not good in any sense of the word morally #i feel like I need to scrub my brain #a streetcar named desire #meta #old hollywood #marlon brando #leigh

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BOOK REVIEW - Tapestries of Life: Uncovering the Lifesaving Secrets of the Natural World by Anne Sverdrup-Thygeson

This is the point in the year where I really struggle. As Winter makes way for Spring - true Spring, not the still-dark, still-cold early Spring that, this year, still passes for Winter - I get tired, my body fighting to adjust to the longer daylight hours and warm weather (almost Summer weather - kinda like a warming? Of the global kind?) alongside a mild hayfever which irritates my eyes. Any change in season messes with my body, as the weather seems to suddenly take a turn.

It is also this time of year that makes me most focused on the natural world around me.

When I was recovering from my deepest depression I walked a lot. Up hills, in woods, to lakes and meadows. Being around nature revived me, reminded me of my connection with things, gave me space to just be. I think that's what I look for around this time each year - time to exist in a natural space, reminding myself of what the natural world is.

Anne Sverdrup-Thygeson talks eloquently and enthusiastically about the myriad ways we are connected to the natural world in Tapestries. She takes us through the New York water system and the clams that help keep it pure; through to bone worms that live on the carcasses of dead whales that end up on the sea floor; via mallow plants, possums, and Norwegian orchids. As she discusses the intricacies of the ecosystems involved, she skillfully ties them back to humanity, our modern world.

It's eye-opening to learn how the plants and animals that surround us shape and reflect society - examples include scientists studying ant movements to model traffic flow, and examination of microstructures on moths' eyes to reduce the reflectivity of glass - and Sverdrup-Thygeson keeps it light, making the book engaging. But it's difficult to mesh the theme of nature's effect on humanity with her argument that the natural world has intrinsic value: by saying "this is how nature benefits us" I feel it cheapens efforts at environmental preservation to a self-centred goal. I think there's great benefit in looking at it the other way: "this is nature, and isn't it marvellous that it's there?"

And whilst she tries to present an even-handed view of differing styles of ecological preservation, it seems her preferences lie in one direction in particular. I don't wish to criticize this view too much, because she seems to share my opinions: that between the "traditional conservationists" who see humanity as just another species, championing nature at the centre of all; and what she calls "welfare-first folk" who believe that humanity's welfare comes before nature, and we must save what we can without getting in the way of human progress; the traditional conservationists have the better argument.

Which makes the whole premise of the book feel a little weird? Saying "we need to remember we're part of nature, and take seriously our responsibility to care for the environment" feels at odds with "this is how nature can benefit us, so let's not destroy it!" It feels a litle as though Sverdrup-Thygeson is trying to have her cake and eat it, too.

I am ragging on this a little much. In truth, it was a book I enjoyed: it's a compendium of fascinating stories about the strange facets of nature humans have made use of, and how we continue to turn to the natural world to improve our lives. And it finds time to present urgent messages on climate change, warning that increasing temperatures will not just cost lives - they'll increase costs for companies and governments too, as they react to the changing world and the problems we've already caused being magnified.

But for the most part, the message of Tapestries is more upbeat, revelling in the strange and wonderful in nature that humanity has copied, drawn from, or taken advantage of. The style can feel a bit like a bubbly school teacher presenting a lesson to the class, but overall it's a book that focuses on the wonder of the world and how we can save it, rather than wallowing in doomerism. It's a hopeful and upbeat message which should drive us to work for change, even if I disagree with how that message is presented.

#book review #nonfiction #Tapestries of Life #Anne Sverdrup-Thygeson #nature #climate change #environmentalism

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Pigeon Pit - Feather River Canyon Blues

Pigeon Pit’s 2022 album Feather River Canyon Blues is, in my opinion, the most relevant US protest music of the year. A star of folk punk’s newest wave, Lomes Oleander is a multi-faceted, endlessly passionate artist whose work never fails to surprise and impress. Her latest release, FRCB is a folky, much more overtly political stray from her usual borderline-emo, acoustic works. There are still of course the vital songs of queer love and queer self-acceptance, but FRCB features the anthemic protest songs Milk Crates and Soup For My Family. The album delves into the simple—but full-of-struggle—rural American life, particularly through the eyes of a visibly queer person, and where Oleander finds her joy and calm and escape in the midst of it all. The album primarily features acoustic instruments and country music essentials—acoustic guitar, steel guitar, fiddle, banjo and a wobbly, all-permeating washtub bass—fronted by Oleander's’ gritty, breaking voice. Her sophomore album, Shut In, framed her as a staple in the folk punk genre, while this last release brought her more mainstream fame. She was raved about by NPR’s music journalists, named in the top albums of the year, and brought on to perform a live set for NPR’s Tiny Desk, where Lars Gottrich described her songs as “offering some sweetness in a world that doesn’t always share the same in return.”

So, going in order, here are my three favorites off the album:

Track 5: Empties

This is without a doubt my favorite song off this latest release—maybe off all of her releases (though Wichitalk is tough competition). Empties is a love song. It’s a song about the small shows of intimacy, how one person takes care of another, how deeply two people can become intertwined, and what it means to miss someone. The beat is light and fast and impossible not to dance to, while the lyrics will worm their way into your head and leave you absolutely enamored with Pigeon Pit.

2. Track 3: Milk Crates

A protest song, Oleander prefaced her Tiny Desk performance of Milk Crates with a speech on the inaccessibility of trans healthcare and abortion, the construction of Atlanta’s “Cop City”—a heavily protested police training camp whose construction is draining the city of resources, putting marginalized people in even more jeopardy and is responsible for the destruction of massive chunks of the Weelaunee Forest—as well as the stigma and discrimination against people with substance abuse and mental health struggles and the country’s pervasive homelessness epidemic, as well as other things.

The opening verse goes:

"Like a dog tugging on a rope

I don't even know where I'd go if they let go

In my selfish narrow mindedness

They put up a chain link fence

Now there's nothing I can do but bark my head off

But we're not fucking playing

I got these teeth for a reason

I know that it's life or death, I can't forget it

I lie down and you kiss my forehead

I tell you I'm just fucking exhausted from work

I don't wanna get drunk, I don't wanna go out

It feels like survival just isn't enough, is it?"

Milk Crates is one of the overtly political songs on the album, calling out the unethical treatment of workers in the country, the systematic oppression that props up all of our social structures, and the powerlessness we all feel when we become aware of the ways we’re being taken advantage of. She doesn’t resolve these tensions for us, but she describes to us the ways in which she lets go and what she lets go of in order to still live a loving and fulfilling life:

"And there are things in your life

That you were made to run away from

But it's not your grief, or your pain

Or any other kind of love"

She finds comfort in people and in herself and in her community, and really in anger and protest itself. Her passion and her will to change the world just pours out of her, and as a listener you can’t help but to feel that flame spark inside of you too.

3. And last, but by no means a subpar song is track 4: River Song

River Song is another love song, a song (in Oleander’s words) “about going swimming with your friends” and how “ there’s really nothing more important”. It’s about platonic love just as much as it is about romantic love. It’s about the role friends play in one’s personal growth and how desperately we all need each other. It’s about letting go of the pressure to mask and to perform for other people, and just giving into the love and chaos that people will pull out of you.

So, definitely, definitely, definitely go check out the album:

And if you have time and want to see Pigeon Pit’s incredible performance on Tiny Desk, I really highly recommend it. This set includes Empties, Milk Crates, River Song, Soup For My Family, and Wichitalk, my favorite song off her last album, Shut In. She’s amazing; please go check it out if you found this at all appealing.

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wp99TlXu8U

#Spotify

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