Currently stuck in my head: "Let's say we take this town, no king or queen of any state. Get up to shut it down, open the streets and raise the gates. I know a wall to scale; I know a field without a name. Head on without a care, before it's way too late!
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thinking abt what you said with house viewing Benny as a son and I’m obsessed. Like. The man spent most of his life before the war presumably alone, and then after the bombs fell he was alone again, save for AI he himself devised. Then he decides to pull in some Tribes, and one kid shows promise! So sure, treat him well, train him, groom him to be his protege, then next thing you know UH OH he’s got developing paternal feelings towards this guy. Wanting some semblance of a family when the time has long since passed, yet fostering that feeling all the same seems so accurate for him. Benny meanwhile only views him as a boss, and not a particularly good one at that. makes me wonder how House must’ve felt when he found out about Bennys plans
I view it as House blames only himself for this, cause he kind of does in canon (strap in this is a long one).
When reflecting on the issue of Benny, House chastises himself first and foremost for not acting quickly enough when it comes to priming Benny. He describes Benny as being ambitious, ruthless and capable; compliments coming from a man like House. House has an ego and while he is logical enough to understand there was never any evidence Benny saw him as a father-figure, he lacks the humility to admit he let his own views on his relationship with Benny blind him to the activities happening behind the scenes.
I doubt that House was as aware as he makes out about what Benny was doing, he knew early on but certainly not early enough to stop Benny from hacking and obtaining a securitron along with getting the chip in the first place. I take it he was distracted by all the possibilities he was calculating of Vegas' success and growth with him steering and Benny as the new figure head, not because of any normal affection for Benny but the admiration of his capabilities. It's to be noted that House believed menial incentives (likely caps, booze, basic needs, etc..) were enough to keep Benny tame like the other Chairmen but, as evidenced by the Omertas and Mortimer in the WGS, this is not enough when it comes to more driven Vegas citizens. This implies he still undervalued Benny and created a space in which Benny felt the need to rebel.
House in my eyes is not sentimental in the traditional sense. I can imagine his pride was severely scorned as someone he certainly deemed dumber than him was, albeit only for a little, able to out-gambit him. It would definitely hit home seeing how his brother also betrayed him but I feel like that's why he's so apathetic when he tells the Courier to do as they see fit with Benny. I doubt the way he terrorized his brother brought him any emotional satisfaction other than a "Now who's in charge!" ego boost. Putting that same emotional intensity towards Benny isn't worth it because who does it benefit? Wasted time, wasted planning, and most importantly wasted potential are all he gets from continuing to be hands-on with Benny. I say the closest example is not being able to throw out old toys due to the memories attached but knowing it's necessary as they are broken or just taking up space for new ones, and then asking someone else to do it so you don't need to get caught up in the feelings of throwing something you put so much effort into. It's not Benny House cares about in my mind, not in a way that sounds healthy to any non-emotionally constipated individual, but what he could've represented for him, which is why he so quickly offers the same position to the Courier.
As for Benny's view on all of this, it was a long time coming. Benny didn't and doesn't believe House is a completely shitty boss. He admires what he's been shown and admits House knows how to run the strip, but disagrees with the directions. Ideologically, House is an anarcho-capitalist while Benny is just an anarchist. House wants to run the strip to profit, though money is not what he's concerned with being rich with anymore. Benny wants a free state that he wishes to become a place for the people, except for the Chairmen who would be on top (I like to remind people that Benny's motives were selfish but not for personal gain/power as was it for the people he actually saw as family). Benny was never looking for a father but a future. He was not interested in being adopted, or having the chairmen adopted, as bigger names still overshadowed in House's legacy.
Truly, it's easiest to summarize as House feeling strongly and thinking positively enough of Benny to start incorporating him into the future of Vegas (a huge honor actually) while Benny was so disillusioned by House's ego and indifference that he thought the only way Vegas could be the future is with House gone.
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I've always just assumed the Titan they find in The Descent is the same one Solas ripped the heart out of centuries ago to make his orb
If its not true don't tell me 😭 let me dream
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in honor of the poll results and my first of three months denied (completely without ruins or unintentional orgasms, not even a sex dream that included an orgasm,) i did just now allow myself to ruin. it was completely handsfree—not even clothes touching my genitals, my nipples only used to get near the edge, and after that i just watched and tensed my body until i went over. it felt different than ruins where i touch right up until the point of no return, because it lacked an ache specific to that kind of ruin, but it was still closer to those than it was to a real orgasm.
it was almost completely pleasureless. it nearly didn't feel like anything. there was a release of some physical tension and pressure, which is nice because that's been constantly ramping up for weeks now, but none of the other sensations of orgasm. it doesn't feel the same kind of miserable as the other kind of ruin, but it certainly doesn't feel anything like the satisfaction and relief of a real orgasm. it's almost more like a real orgasm when i can let go and wet something when i've been doing a hold, because there's all kinds of sensations from the flow and fabric involved... but at the end of that i immediately want to edge, where right now my body seems unhappy or uninterested with the idea of doing anything more to my genitals lest i make it do that thing again (which is very reminiscent of the other kind of ruin.)
i also feel more submissive and masochistic than usual but i think that's probably just whatever cocktail of neurotransmitters i just blasted into my brain by doing a weird ruined orgasm thing. especially masochistic. i want someone cute to... hurt me, like, a lot. normally i'm way more sadistic than masochistic, and it gets amplified when i'm denied, so this feels weird. i'm like. shivery and needy. not usually what i do. but i guess a lot goes on in the brain when you force it to have an orgasm but don't give it any of the physical response it expects for one.
i get the sense a ruin like this is useful if i need to extend my denial but can't keep having thoughts of edging invading my brain at every moment (which indeed, is the case right now. i have a lot of creative projects that need attention between now and my next real orgasm.) which makes for a useful sort of compromise to slightly quiet my body's constant demand for touch without giving it what it actually wants.
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AU where Aster “Astor” Astor didn’t hate his birth name and instead decided to lean into it really hard and became the royal gardener or something
he still somehow ends up in a ganon cult
that tracks with most of the gardeners I know
"my flowers won't bloom I'm gonna go make a deal with the devil or something i guess"
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certain people deserve to have a really shitty day today and those people know who the fuck they are
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my day at the beach was ruined by a packet of way too expensive and disgusting chips what the fuckkkk
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Is there cause for concern over Broly being pissy? What's got him mad anyway?
When isn't there 'cause for concern' when his temperament is getting heated for one thing or another? 'Cause for concern'... isn't that just the perfect words used by his father when the son was was getting too agitated..
The turning of gears kept their idle clicking as the sun and moon rise over and over in an endless cycle spanning the birth of this planet, the land shifts with each outbreak of his anger but it never seems to lessen now does it? Oh every pathetic creature SHOULD fear him and know when his wrath is building. From the smallest ant to the greatest predator, his power fluctuated and grew teeth of its own to gnaw at the area around, biting into it with a heavy pressure.
His damn head was hurting with the amount of frustration building at his core with each passing day after he began to realize something.
He was wasting his time doing nothing.
He wasn't living in peace than he was disgracing himself from living without the proper challenge he should be attaining to build himself stronger. Each day was spent hunting, gathering the meat off his prey and foraging for what supplies he needed and with each pillage; his knowledge of what was useful and what wasn't only grew so far as far as his senses and gathered information from the quivering worms of this planet. Each passing gave him insight to how the society of this world operated and how to manipulate certain villages cut off to appease him. Tributes were to be had and he spoiled himself to the riches akin to a drake among his hoard but it wasn't enough.
Food and water that had once been difficult to attain were easy enough once he carved or learned the geographic locations. The elements that once stood against him, nearly claiming him beneath an icy prison were of little consequence than to maintain his energy for warmth and protection even against the most biting of blizzards and the most vicious of thunderstorms. Pelting rain as cold as ice could be piercing the earth and it wouldn't so much as affect him unless he wanted to feel his flesh shiver.
The mere utterance of a fighting tournament had passed by his ears during a trek to one of the towns beneath the guise of Earth clothing, catching his attention on what potential fights were to be had and who might be strong opponents. It was almost laughable how these pathetic creatures thought they were strong when they were truly some of the weakest ingrates he's ever had to live amongst but then.. that thought became another. Scorn became a reflection of himself looking into the mirror of a window, witnessing what he had been reduced to in trying to attempt and live on this planet just to appease the wishes of inferior creatures.
So be it.. he once said, so be it.
If this was how it is, so be it.
If this is how it shall be, then so be it.
A damned joke played on himself by his own stupidity it seemed. What was he thinking to assimilate little by little, having no home and no future empire to work towards; or cared about for that matter. No, it was something that began to fester with the wretched thought of being Domesticated..
This planet's ways were making him be complacent to be lazy and without need for strife to harden his resolve and fortitude. Each day was nothing than a routine to be expected like a beast of burden. Like he was meant to only obey the rules imposed without complaint or choice.
In a matter of moments, that glass image fractured with the rising power held within his core; the pressure too much to bear before it was set lose with a vicious expulsion of anger. Shoulders tense, tendons rigid, every muscle was primed for a fight as though he expected one to come for him at any moment.
In truth, he HOPED it did...
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