#that looks like it was a zero effort shed

[lightngaleart]

Snake sock:

#danger noodle #that looks like it was a zero effort shed #and man she was hungry right after and had a nice meal

[cherrychilli]

18+

AFAB reader, oral sex(f), face sitting

A/N: Inspiration struck when I watched Pamela Anderson's In the Bag video for British Vogue. If you've seen it then you know where I'm going with this. Also, I usually try to avoid giving reader any specific physical characteristics but in order for this particular drabble to work I've described her as having hair that's long enough to be tied up.

You pass by a trail of Steve's belongings on your way upstairs. Keys on the floor by the front door, having completely missed the little cerulean bowl that usually contained them on the entryway table. His jacket's been shed at the bottom of the staircase, one shoe abandoned on a step mid way up the flight and the other turned on it's side on the landing. When you step inside his bedroom you're only mildly surprised to find him sprawled out on the floor staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

The urge to lightheartedly tease him about the dramatics is there until your heart falters at the sight of the despondent look on his face. "Rough day, huh?", you greet him as you shut the door behind you. The sound of your voice makes him turn his head towards you, cheek resting against carpet as he meets your soft eyes with his tired ones. Yup, it had definitely been one of those days where everything had gone wrong at work, you knew for certain now.

"Your hair looks nice like that", he compliments your tousled up do, voice soft and weary from his exhausting shift. "Thanks", you brush a few imaginary strands away from your face, something indiscernible clouding your expression before relaxing again. He notices but doesn't comment. Whatever had flashed across your face is gone now and your familiar smile remains.

You take a few steps closer towards the heap on the floor that is your boyfriend.

"Gonna stay down there?", you peered at him, bottom lip pushing into a little pout.

The question triggers more dramatics. Steve releases a deep sigh before making a mock effort at getting up, slowly lifting his arms up before letting them flop lifelessly back down to the soft floor.

"Guess so", he answers, looking more spent by the second.

You take another step closer.

"Anything I can do to cheer you up?", you offer sweetly.

He gives you weary smile as he shakes his head. Steve appreciates your gesture and despite his lack of energy, having you here was more than enough to comfort him. He tells you as much and you take a few more steps until you're leaning over him, palms flattened over the front of your tennis skirt.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to make you feel better?", you ask again, voice airy and sweet like spun sugar as you slowly pick up the hem of your skirt. Steve's half lidded gaze turns wide, mouth falling open as he springs up to prop himself on his elbows.

He looks plenty recharged now.

He stares mutely for a few seconds before finally asking, "angel, where're your panties?"

You giggle, dropping your skirt to untie your hair. Steve watches your locks come loose, jaw dropping lower when you toss something silk and peachy into his lap. "I got hot during my drive over and I didn't have a hair tie. So, I improvised", you gave him a coy little shrug. Caramel eyes darting to inspect the makeshift hair tie, Steve pinches the soft material of the skimpy G-string between his fingers, head feeling full of static. "That's...wow", he declares in a daze.

Another giggle from you has him scrambling to his knees, hands hungrily smoothing up your thighs. "Lemme look again -baby, please?". He's like a hummingbird zeroing in on a posy of the sweetest honeysuckle and you can't help the quiet glee it brings you to know that you're the reason why. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, spreading your legs a little before lifting your skirt for him again.

Fuck

Steve takes another moment to stare at your bare pussy, fingers skimming higher and higher. With nothing there to catch your slick, a clear bead of arousal travels down your inner thigh getting closer and closer to your knee. He watches it glide along your skin, parting his lips to find the drop with his tongue. You hiss as it leaves your skin even wetter, knees trembling while he licks his way up to your folds. "Stevie, when I came over- shit, I wanted- I wanted..., fuck Steve, I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around", you stutter and scold shakily. You're convinced that your complaint's gone unnoticed when he groans into you, nose bumping your clit. You tug on his hair after an involuntary buck of your hips and he pulls away to direct his eyes up at you. His pupils are blown, lips pink and plush and glistening.

"Still wanna cheer me up?", he asked, one of his hands slipping higher to squeeze your ass.

"Of course", you breathed out your reply.

"Sit on my face"

He's back to being flat on the bedroom floor, this time in much higher spirits as he excitedly rambles about how good you taste and how long he's waited to try this. It's endearing in a way but you choose to concentrate on lowering yourself carefully, placing your knees on either side of his head, dripping core hovering inches away from his mouth. Steve waits long enough for you to balance yourself with one hand pressed against his chest before he's pulling you down by your hips, fervently sucking on your puffy folds. You yelp, free hand shooting out to grasp his hair again because it's so much so fast. "Shit, Steve- slow down...", your voice wavers, tapering into a moan as he flicks your clit with his tongue. He's ravenous between your legs, tongue fitting between your folds to lick and slip into your clenching hole, lips trapping your throbbing clit and sucking until he can feel your thighs tense and quiver sporadically beneath his fingers.

The heat building inside you is careening towards molten. More broken moans and high pitched whimpers of his name spill out of you between the occasional gasp, not even realizing that you've begun to grind your cunt against his mouth.

"Ohmygod- fuck fuck fuck- Steve I'm clo-", your eyes snap shut, white flashing behind your pinched eyelids. You've misjudged how close you really were but his strong hands keep you balanced when your hips spasm and rock messily through your orgasm. The scrape of your nails on his scalp compels Steve to suck harder and pulse his tongue against your swollen clit faster, only showing you mercy after the third sharp tug on his hair and the sound of your squealing when you near overstimulation.

His fingers leave indents on your hips as he releases you, sure to bloom into bruises tomorrow. You pant, using what little strength you have left to lift yourself and flop down onto your back besides Steve. When you turn to look at him your cheeks turn hot again. He's soaked. His lips, his jaw, his chin, his cheeks, his neck.

He's never looked happier.

"Good, huh?", he nudges your arm gently with his elbow, giving you a smile that told you he was pretty pleased with himself.

You roll your eyes at him playfully, too spent to get snarky.

"That definitely improved my mood", he lets out a dreamy sigh.

"Mine too", you replied with a sated smile.

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

[sp0o0kylights]

Eddie Munson was having the kind of high where your hands were as floaty as your thoughts.

World tinged with a droopy-eyed vignette, he watched smoke loop lazily towards his window, twirling opaque in beams of light.

A knock sounded on his door, and Eddie simply stared at, unwilling to move.

His thick thoughts had him almost convinced he'd imagined it when it came again, a little louder and a touch more frantic.

'I should get up,' Eddie thought, with zero intention of following through.

The bed was too comfortable, his limbs velcroed in.

Someone started cursing, just barely heard through the thin trailer walls.

Eddie tracked it as it moved, circling around, a thread of concern wormed its way through the soft, engulfing fog.

It sharpened to a needle point when his window was thrust up with a bang. Seconds later a puff of hair climbed through, followed by broad shoulders and a build that could only belong to a grizzly--or Steve Harrington.

Grizzly Steve struggled trying to dodge all the shit flung around the room-unfamiliar with the path Eddie had taught himself and his bandmates.

He’d long found that a room covered in items made a pretty combination alarm system and booby trap, a fact he told Wayne repeatedly.

"Jesus I thought you were a bear." Eddie said jolting back in delayed action as Steve stood with a huff, hands on his hips.

"If you could answer your damn,--a bear?" Steve narrowed his eyes huffing dramatically. "You thought I was a bear!?"

Eddie managed to sit up on his elbows. "Sorry man. You were just kinda." He tilted his head. "Beary."

"Whaa-- tha' hell" Gareth announced his presence with a mutter, sitting up besides Eddie with his hair looking like an entire birds nest. It obscured his view, and he sleepily lifted a hand to comb through it.

It did absolutely nothing, as his curls immediately flopped back down into his eyes.

Steve froze.

"Ah." He said, looking between Eddie and the lump of blankets making up Gareth.

Steve's voice abruptly pitched itself adorably high. "Ahhh--"

The blush that spread across his face was an equal delight and Eddie knew it was a bad idea to drink it in, aim a dopey little grin Steve's way, but figured he could blame any backlash on the weed.

At least that's what said weed told him would work, and he was happy to comply.

"Harrington?" Blanket-Gareth asked, like he wasn't sure he was awake.

Which collected Eddie's wandering consciousness enough for a couple of cohesive thoughts. "Hey, mon cher," he hummed, rolling a hand out to Steve. "Bad night?"

"I--yeah, uh, no, I mean--shit. Sorry." He cast a panicked look towards the door. "I'll get out of your hair."

Eddie made a tutting noise. "After all the effort you just went through to get in here? Stick around, man. Take a load off."

He tossed him what he hoped was a confident, dazzling gleam and not something half psychotic.

It was always a 50/50 chance when you were that high.

"What is happening right now? Do you guys do this often?" Gareth was waking up at speeds entirely too fast for Eddie so he flapped his free hand at him, in what he hoped conveyed 'stop it you shit before Steve bolts like a deer.'

The younger man's eyes were certainly wide enough, his whole body tense. "I don't wanna disturb you guys. I um," Steve rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "--didn't know you had company, sorry Eddie."

Then, in a painfully awkward voice that made him want to take Steve and tuck him against his chest, added "Sorry Gareth."

"What are you apologizing to me for--oh my God do you think I'm boning this moron?" Gareth had finally shed the blankets, face shifting so quickly through emotions that Eddie couldn't help the giggle that escaped him.

"Be nice, Gary, god." He chided, through snickers, as if Gareth was teasing them and not asking a legitimate question. "Stevie, go grab that blunt I have on my dresser and come lay down."

"You are literally holding a lit blunt right now." Steve pointed out, cheeks fully inflamed with embarrassment and eyes stubbornly not looking at Gareth.

Who groaned and flopped face-first back down on the bed, apparently over this entire situation.

Eddie look down at his hand in mild surprise. "So I am!"

He put the blunt he found in-between his fingers to his lips, inhaling a lung full of smoke.

Held the blunt out, wiggling it at Steve when he just stood staring until Eddie exhaled.

Something in Steve's eyes changed, a glimpse of that painful, living wound of a secret he was hiding inside himself surfacing and Eddie automatically knew what caused it

"Gareth doesn't care that you're here, he's just not a morning person." Eddie explained gently, still holding out the joint.

Smiled encouragingly when Steve still looked unsure.

"Promise. You can chill here if you need too, Pop Culture. Neither of us will bite" Eddie made a come here gesture and was happy to watch as Steve hesitantly approached. "Well, at least we won't until you ask really nicely."

Then he winked because apparently shooting himself in the foot continued to be his default reaction to Steve Harrington.

Gareth said into his pillow; "No we fucking won't, you muppet."

It was muffled, so Eddie ignored it.

"If you're sure--" Steve muttered lowly, and they both ignored how clearly relieved he was.

Took the blunt with fingers that trembled ever so slightly.

Slowly, they passed the blunt back and forth a few times, Steve standing over Eddie.

Who enjoyed the way the younger man relaxed, inch by inch. Like the anxiety and stress was being exorcised out of him.

Couldn't see anything physically wrong for once, but knowing Steve Eddie wasn't at all positive he wasn't hiding some random, ridiculous wound on his torso somewhere.

Graciously, he gave Steve the last puff of the joint, waiting until Steve had stubbed it out and down in his ashtray before carefully touching his arm (above the wrist, with his hand clasping comically slow around his skin.)

Started tugging just as slowly when Steve figured out what he was doing.

Eddie grinned at the snort he got, as Steve gave in and reluctantly got into the bed, Eddie shoving Gareth practically into the wall to make room.

A loud, incomprehensible grumble erupted, but Gareth otherwise made no complaints as Steve tucked in.

The bed wasn't built for two people let alone three, meaning they all ended up practically on top of each other, but Eddie didn't mind.

Steve clearly didn't either, with how fast he dropped off to sleep, his body curling even further into Eddie's than it had before.

Best friend cuddling his back and Steve tucked against his front, Eddie happily nodded off, warm and content.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #gareth #gareth emerson #gareth is eddie's robin #tw eddies high #fluff #hurt/comfort #0o0 fanfics #gareth is so done with their shit #whumpverse

[lopsicle]

Writing while your tired is hard :( but tickletober is worth it, as long as you all keep enjoying my fics and I have an excuse to write! There may be some days that I end up missing though, mainly because I don’t like the prompt too much, anyway

British ‘people’ are liars

Tickletober Day 5: I’m not ticklish

Fandom: Across the Spider-Verse

Pairing: Lee! Hobie Brown and Ler! Gwen Stacy (Platonic)

Summary: A game of truth or dare gets a little heated when Gwen doesn’t believe Hobie’s telling the truth.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, not proofread (gimme a break, I’m sleepy)

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‘I’m tellin’ you mate, I’m just not ticklish,’ Hobie said, almost amused as he kept on denying the truth to his friend. The punk laid back on the couch, his long arms and legs hanging off the edges while his head laid tilted towards Gwen.

It had only been a couple weeks since Gwen had moved in with Hobie, though ‘move in’ would be putting it lightly. The only things Gwen had at that point was the clothes on her back, and a small bag of essentially Jess had given her. That wasn’t to say things were totally awkward though, the two had been on plenty of missions together before and had grown decently close, nothing past work friends though. Hobie was just accommodating, even with what little he could have in his home dimension his door was always open to his friends.

Things were still slightly awkward, mainly for Gwen as she felt like she’d been intruding on his space for a while, even though Hobie really didn’t mind. Some days, she could be so quiet he’d have half the mind to forgot she was living there. That’s why he was the one suggested truth or dare, to try and air out any tension that had been wracked in the spider woman’s brain.

Even though now he seemed to be taking the truth out of truth or dare.

‘You know, everyone’s ticklish Hobie, you can’t just be immune,’ Gwen told him, sitting on the floor with her legs criss-crossed. Despite her meagre reluctance at the start of the game, since she only accepted out of politeness to Hobie, she was really beginning to shed her true skin at this non-serious argument.

‘Nah, I’m just different, init,’ he smirked, staring back up at the ceiling like he’d won. Gwen just rolled her eyes, rubbing her temples.

‘I can’t understand a single word you’re saying half the time,’ the blonde sighed, shuffling a little closer to the couch as she aimlessly poked Hobie’s side, hoping for him to let out some kind of giggle or squeak or even just to move away from her fingers but it was like she wasn’t even there to him.

‘Are you tryna dig out my insides or somet’? I told you, I’m not ticklish. There’s no point in try-ihihing!’ His lanky body practically caved in on itself as Gwen’s nails dug right into that delicate spot below his bottom set of ribs. Her eyes widened as did his, though a little smirk crawled onto her face. In a second, she had hopped up onto the couch and straddled Hobie’s hips, pinning him under her weight.

‘You know, I didn’t think you’d lie to me, especially after you-,’ she pokes him in the ribs again, ‘suggested this game!’ With just one little discovery about her host, it was like the floodgate of her personality had been fully opened, acting more playful now then she probably ever had.

‘I dihihihidn’t! I’m nahahahat tihcklihihish!!’ Hobie still tried to lie, though try was putting it nicely. He was making zero effort to hold back all those snickers that were freely pouring out of his mouth. The boy’s lips curled into an even wider smile, clearly amused by riling Gwen up with his blatant lying.

‘Really? Not ticklish, hm? Where’s all this laughter coming from then?’

The blonde asked, leaning down a little to look him in the eye. As she did so, her fingers quickly crawled up all his ribs, using them like a ladder until she reached his armpits. Hobie kicked and bucked around her more wildly for that, shoving his heels against the end of the couch which caused him to ride up it even more. The back of his head was now leaning against the couch arm, with his arms squished to either side of him.

‘I-I duhuhuhuhnno!! Rehahahahahal myhahahstery, yohahahu knahahahaw!’ Hobie chuckled to himself, before yelping loudly once he felt Gwen’s long nails wriggle about in his armpits.

‘I could just keep tickling you until you tell me the truth, I wouldn’t really mind doing that, but I’m not sure someone as ticklish as you could take it.’ Gwen challenged Hobie, making sure to sink her nails right into the hollows of his armpits. The punk gasped and kicked his feet around as much as she could, batting his hands from side to side, doing whatever he could to not sit still and give into her.

In all honesty, it was probably some of the most fun they’d had together. Even if Hobie was insistent on getting away from the tickles and not being ticklish at the same time, the sensations weren’t torturously bad or even regularly bad for that matter. And Gwen was too lost in the moment to really think about it too much, really focuses on getting her roommate to squeal and laugh his head off.

‘Nahahaha poihihnt in ticklihihng sahahahahamone whahahaa ain’t tihihhicklish, mate!’ Hobie barked out, grinning from ear to ear at that point. Gwen laughed a little at that, not able to take his lies seriously anymore when they were coated in giggles and cackles.

‘Ahakay, sure your not, Hobo, but I’m sure there’s gonna be one little spot that’ll make you scream with laughter!’

And unluckily for Hobie, she found it pretty quick. As the drummer retracted her hands from his armpits, which was a little difficult seeing as how cramped his arms were, her nails ended up tracing just against the tip of his jawline, causing him to retract back and slap his hands over his mouth.

The two just stared at each other for a couple second but Gwen quickly broke this moment by plunging her hands forward, skittering her nails all over Hobie’s jawlines, which sent him ballistic.

‘GWEHEHEHEHEHEHN!! FIHAHAHAHANE, IHAHAHAAH’M TIHAHAHACKLISH, NAHAHAAHW STAHAHAHAP!!’

‘Really? Your ticklish? I had no idea!’

She got in the last tease all while his body flailed about desperately on the couch, his mouth was wide open as shrieking laughter tumbled out of him. The girl’s nails slowly left his body and she did too, hopping off his hips and standing next to the couch, giving him some time to recover.

‘Thank you, Gwendy,’ he huffed, stretching back while staring up at the ceiling, Gwen visible in the corner of his eye.

‘No problem,’ she said, though placed a hand to her hip curiously. ‘Why’d you go through all the trouble to lie about though?’

Hobie just smirked to himself, resting with his hands behind his head.

‘Because I knew it’d get you to open up like that.’

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #tickletober2023 #augtickletober2023 #spiderverse tickle #across the spiderverse #lee hobie #lee hobie brown #ler gwen #ler gwen Stacy #ticklish hobie brown

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Forgotten Queen Medusa as she not human anymore even in Valhalla with her children the one thing she really misses is to sing as before she sings for the lesser deities as thanks for providing not also clean water and things they provide, but also the effort they give to protect the people she used to rule over

And now her voice as she sing sounds like a Timat from FATE and Biollante from the Godzilla Kaijus moxed together

Beautiful yet whenever she sings it forever make herself and anyone around her forever hear that she is in pain not just physically but her soul is in pain all because what have happened to her and what punishment that she receive unjustly

How would Zero, Heracles, Thor, and Tesla when they hear her sing when she thinks she is alone

-You were not the type of person to cry when you are feeling sad or lonely- you were raised as a queen, and a queen symbolizes strength and crying was deemed a weakness in your time.

-When you would feel sad, when the tears would well in your eyes, threatening to spill, you would wander off, find a quiet place, and sing.

-Your voice was beautiful, but also haunting- alluring, many thought you were a siren, because when you sang, everyone stopped and listened, those who were nearby to hear you.

-In Valhalla it was no different, while you weren’t hunted and treated like a monster, there were times where you would get sad, mourning your children- those who didn’t ascend with you, so, just like before, you would sneak away and just sing any song that you knew of.

-It had been better here recently, humanity won in Ragnarok, and you became the mother figure of Zerofuku whom you adored, but you couldn’t help but think about your children- your husband, all those that you have loved and lost.

-You were able to sneak away as Zerofuku went to go visit Buddha- giving you some alone time, and you went into your quiet garden, sitting near a large fountain in the center.

-You looked up at the sky before you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply before you began to sing.

-The tune was haunting, in the way that sadness seemed to surround you, hanging heavily in the air around you.

-You were unaware of your audience, a single person, who had seen you and went to call out when you started to sing and instantly he was like a statue, frozen in place, eyes wide, listening to you.

-He could feel sadness, your sadness, entering his own heart, making his tears well but not fall, it was like he could feel how you were feeling at the moment.

-You were always so strong, you always held your head high- to see you like this- to feel you like this, it was breathtaking but also heartbreaking.

-Zerofuku- His loud sniffle interrupted you and you quickly turned, your eyes going wide as he was crying, large crocodile tears flowing down his face before he began to sob, rushing over to you, into your open arms. You smiled sadly, hugging him close, squeezing him as he sobbed into your chest, your snakes peppering him with soft kisses, trying to calm him down. He sniffled, looking up at you, “Did-did I do something bad to make you so sad?” you smiled softly, brushing your hands along his cheeks, trying to brush his tears away, “No darling, you didn’t do anything. Every now and then I will do this- to let my emotions out.” He looked a bit confused before he buried his face back into your chest, hugging you close, and you heard his promise, muffled, which made you grin, that he was going to make you extra happy.

-Hercules- If it were anyone else, you would have leapt when he put his hand on your shoulder, but your babies, your snakes, alerted him to you while you were still singing and you didn’t care- you knew Hercules was a good person. You turned your head, your song dying out and looked up into his large, worried eyes, ones that had recently shed tears, “Y/N? Are-are you okay?” you smiled softly, patting the fountain rim where you had been sitting, “I will be- I just needed to express myself for a moment.” Hercules was worried before his hand wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into a small hug, “You can cry if you want to, Y/N. It’s not good to hold all that sadness inside you.” You said nothing but smiled, leaning into his hug with a small sigh of content- he was so sweet.

-Thor- He never let his tears fall even though they wanted to, your sadness seemed to… resonate with him, he knew what you were doing, as he did it often as well, only he would go out and break stuff or look for someone to fight. As your song died he remained on the other side of the fountain, as he had chosen not to bother you- as when he got like this he didn’t want to be bothered. Thor forgot about your snakes as you called out, “Are you going to come over- or are you just gonna stand over there and stare?” Thor flinched and he came over, seeing you smiling up at him softly before your snakes stretched out to say hello. He was gentle, lifting his hand to let them wrap around it, “I forgot about these- you’ve got eyes everywhere.” You smiled softly before you leaned your head on his shoulder, “I’m glad you’re here Thor.” He was silent, but did nothing to move you, he was glad to be there for you- to make you just a bit happier.

-Nikola- Sobbing filled your ears and you turned, your song dying as Nikola ran over, immediately hugging you and you squealed, “Wait Nikola!” SPLASH!! He was quick to sit up, pulling you with him, “I’m so sorry Y/N! I didn’t mean to get us both wet, I just wanted to comfort you!” If you had any annoyance for his actions, they were quickly gone as you gave him a small smile, “You’re so sweet- as always, Nikola.” His cheeks turned a bit red before he grinned, standing up before stepping out and he turned to help you out. You reached up, brushing the tears from his cheeks, “You cheered me up, but as punishment for getting me wet, will you walk me home?” he instantly offered you his arm, seeing that you weren’t upset with him in the slightest, smiling down at you, “I’m glad that I was able to help!” you hugged his arm close, making his cheeks warm with color, he really was a sweet-pea.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror zerofuku #ror heracles #ror thor #ror nikola tesla

[inkblot22]

Shattered Glass

I have been putting zero effort into these titles lmao help me

TW for yandere, captivity, sadism, physical abuse, condescending behavior. Yandere punishments are something I'd like to write more of, so this is what that is.

You hate it when he takes off his glasses.

You don’t even know what you did wrong this time. Why is he upset? He always does the same few motions, same few things before he “disciplines” you, and you always hate it.

First, he takes off his glasses and places them calmly by his side. He always does so, never faltering once in his tradition. Is it because he doesn’t trust you not to break them when you inevitably fight back, or is it because he doesn’t want to risk them falling off of his face or getting fogged up or something similar? You don’t know, and you’d argue that you don’t want to know.

Trey slips them off of his face and tucks them in his pocket, giving you a wan smile, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he takes a few steps closer to where you sit on your makeshift bed in this dumb gardening shed.

His voice is neutral when he speaks, “Honey…” That’s the other thing he does. Step two. Trey uses some pet name to refer to you, his voice betraying no emotion as he steps closer towards you. It makes you feel tense, triggers that primal fight or flight reflex into freeze. When he crouches before you and cups your chin, that thin smile falling into a disappointed frown, you do the same thing you’ve always done.

You shove him away and try to run. You would imagine after however many months you’ve been here, you would have learned your lesson on trying to fight back or get away, because it plays like it was rehearsed. You kick backwards after shoving his hands away from you, sprawling out onto the thin mat you’ve called a bed for the past three or so months before you regain your balance and swivel your body so you can run.

Trey is sweet. Trey is sweet and kind, he has this warm, brotherly personality and a generous heart. But Trey is also a sadistic asshole, which is why he always waits until you’ve taken one step, only one step away from being out of arm’s reach, to grab your ankle and yank backwards as strongly as he can.

Trey isn’t a small guy either. When he does it, every single time it plays like a twisted slapstick cartoon, with you crashing to the ground with a resounding thud, rattling the old rakes and shit in here. And every time it happens, he always makes this smug little face, especially when you start kicking at him.

“Aw, c’mon, honey, don’t do that. You’re only gonna hurt yourself.” He says it like he’s talking to a child.

When he says you’ll hurt yourself, he typically means that he is going to hurt you, but it’ll be your fault. You learned that the first time you had an “argument,” but you suppose you are lucky because he isn’t brutal. He doesn’t derive sick pleasure from the simple sight of you in pain, he derives pleasure from the broken look in your eyes when you give up for the moment. 

With his hands clamped around both your ankles at this point, he smiles briefly and step three begins. He yanks you closer in one swift movement and slaps you hard across the apple of your cheek. It’s always so loud, and you imagine to an outsider you just look more like a married couple in the 50s when it happens. His hands are solid, likely as a result of kneading dough for basically his whole life. You usually have to fight back the tears after it happens, often failing miserably.

As you recover from the blow, that single, stinging blow, he pulls you up by the shoulders and leans close to your face, close enough so you can feel the breath puffing out of his nose on your face. He smiles again before step four in the punishment process occurs.

He calmly explains what you did that caused him to get upset. 

“Why did you think that freshman would help you?” It was a one in a million chance. The gardening shed you’ve been holed away in has been abandoned for a while since Heartslaybul got a much larger, much nicer one, but sometimes the freshmen get the two mixed up, especially since they’re both fairly easy to find and look near identical, the only true difference in peeling paint and other weathering.

Trey’s eyes are sharp when he asks the question. It isn’t why you asked for help, since his denial of the situation he has put you in is nonexistent, and it isn’t how could you ask for help, because he doesn’t expect you to be so irrational that you think you belong here yet. No, he wants to know what you expected would happen, why you thought that your plan would pan out.

His glasses are still tucked securely in his pocket, he’s cupping your chin, and you think you’re out of luck. Because despite all, despite him being a sweet, kind man by nature, Trey is a sadist, and he won’t stop until you break.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #tw: dark content #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #tw captivity #yandere #twst #yandere trey clover #yandere trey clover x reader #tw physical violence #tw abuse #tw: assault #tw kidnapping #tw unhealthy relationship #tw kidnap mention #yandere x reader #tw yandere punishment #tw punishment #tw physical abuse

[thosearentcrimes]

I feel like FOSS should probably split definitively into separate "we would like to make usable free software to empower users to get the most out of their computers and to undercut rent-seeking software companies" and "computer touchers only, normies fuck off" factions, would probably resolve a substantial amount of confusion!

Like, there's absolutely nothing wrong with the latter point of view! It's not like anyone expects guys who work on classic cars or constantly have three motorcycles taken apart in their shed and zero operational ones to do free maintenance for them. Well, ok, maybe their friends and family might, I've never owned a car so I'm not really familiar, but at the very least they shouldn't. Even for ostensibly utilitarian tools, there are hobbyists or specialists whose interests and preoccupations are drastically different from those of general users, and they will develop communities and jargon and so on, and they will feel alienated from (and perhaps even hostile to) the general public, even see themselves as naturally superior because of their deeper understanding of the tool. That's normal and there's basically nothing wrong with it. Power tool guys are like this too I gather.

But it's inconvenient for this conception of the computer, as a niche hobby or skill with its own insular community, to coexist with the concept of FOSS. I'm not a computer toucher myself (though I have them among my friends and family) but I really appreciate that there is this huge community which does insane amounts of work and coordination and it all allows me to use a computer without having to worry about being trapped in Microsoft or Apple or Google's walled gardens, that maintains a lot of software that is competitive with (and sometimes superior to) paid alternatives, and that pays attention to accessibility so that I have this ability without having to learn to be a sysadmin (and in fact with less effort and specialized knowledge than making Windows usable would take, though I do also have the aforementioned computer touchers who I can ask for help in a pinch). It is an immense boon to my life and I think it would be one to a lot of people currently stuck using proprietary software and hating every minute of it. If that's someone reading, then trust me, it's not that tricky, for the most part it just works and it's really user friendly these days.

The problem is that when both of these groups can be identified as "FOSS" and run in the same circles and have the same culture to the point of being indistinguishable (and in some cases, the same person but on a good/bad day), the former group are inundated with normies and the latter group are starved of new users, on account of how the aforementioned normies take one look at FOSS, see someone who seems personally aggrieved that they have dared to use a computer, and retreat to the walled garden.

Also if installing that program really had been just a matter of running three console commands in sequence it would have been easy to make an "executable" shell script, right, but it's not that simple is it. There's actually a lot of complexities involved (python environment) that make it impossible to reliably just run three commands in sequence and get it working, aren't there. Complexities that might frustrate someone used to simple executables, perhaps. The developer is not obligated to do the impossible and manage builds for every environment for a random side project they're sharing out of good will, and the user shouldn't be a pissy bitch about the way things are without having any idea of why they are that way, obviously. Ideally people would be taught what computer is and how to use it.

[sappymix1]

fem dnf week day four!! baking together!! going a more of a hurt/comfort path today :((

Dream’s EP was coming out in thirty-seven hours, and they were wandering around the aisles of a Publix, looking for something to make for dinner. 

Dream had been on edge for days. She’d woken George up on Monday saying she felt like she was going to throw up and she’d hardly eaten anything, saying that she felt too sick and anxious. George had talked her into taking a warm bath that afternoon, letting her wash her recently cropped blonde curls for her with her favorite strawberry scented shampoo until they both felt warm and sleepy. Afterwards, George’s fingers had found the tense spots in the dips of Dream’s back and shed pressed tiny kisses to her neck until they both fell asleep much too early in the day. Now it was almost midnight, and George had woken up starving when Dream’s nervous mumblings in her sleep got too loud and when she woke up Dream to make sure she was okay, they decided to go out to try to find something to eat that wouldn’t upset Dream’s \anxious stomach any more. 

It wasn’t going particularly well. Dream, wrapped in a warm Sooners hoodie that George had dug out from her closet before they left in an effort to cheer her up, looked miserable. She was nearly curled up in on herself and she hardly reacted other than to shake her head no every time when George pointed at something and suggested that they have it for dinner. 

“Why don’t we just go home?” Dream finally asked, as the two of them stood in the back of the store in the fruit aisle and George was so worn out by all of this that she felt near to tears too. “It’s so late. You know I never eat this late, anyway. We can just have something tomorrow. It’s fine.”

“No it’s not,” George said, trying to keep all the frustration she was feeling out of her voice. She wasn’t frustrated at Dream – not at all. She was frustrated with everyone else. With the fucking internet. She wished, desperately, sometimes, when it was late and Dream was so upset and she felt like her own chest could cave in, that both of them were those zero technology, zero social media people, but then she remembered that if they were, they’d never have met, and that hurt a lot too. “You didn’t have lunch either. We have to get something, okay? It doesn’t have to be a lot. Just something small. You’ll feel worse if you don’t eat anything for like two days.” She thought she probably sounded a bit too desperate at the end. George had been walking the edge between caring and overbearing for the last few days and she felt like she was starting to lose her balance. 

Dream normally would have argued. She was always like that – impossible to turn away from any ideas she got into her head. But now she just shrugged, muttered fine, and lagged behind George as they resumed wandering aimlessly around the store. 

Eventually, Dream just sighed, wrapping her arms around her chest. “Let’s just get spaghetti. I don’t even want sauce. Just, like, butter and shredded cheese. Can we go home now?”

George sighed. She wanted to hold Dream’s hand and stand on her tiptoes so that she could kiss her forehead the way Dream did for her when she wasn’t feeling well. She wished they weren’t in fucking Publix. “We have spaghetti at home.” 

Dream nodded, and that was when George realized that Dream had already known that. That was why she had said it. Leave it to Dream to still be self sacrificing. 

“When we get home, I’ll make the spaghetti,” George promised her. “Then I’ll, like, kiss you so hard that your brain forgets how to think about anything else.”

That made Dream crack a smile. “Okay, Georgie.” Her voice was soft. George finally relaxed again. Her Dream was there, she was just covered up a bit.

They headed back to the front of the store and as soon as they stepped outside into the dark, empty parkinglot, George was going to be fucking brave and she was going to hold Dream’s hand. Then she paused, eyes lingering on a pile of sunny yellow lemons. 

“George? Are you coming?” 

“We’re making lemon squares,” George said slowly, trying to think through the recipe in her head. “I need to get lemon juice.”

Dream sighed, arms falling to her side. “I thought we were going home.”

“No.” George grabbed a lemon and one tiny jar of lemon juice. “We’re making lemon squares. It will be fun. Come on.”

Despite her complaining, Dream didn’t actually protest, following George to the checkout (sliping her her credit card), and to the car, and, once they were home, to the kitchen.

“Why are we doing this?” Dream asked as George dug through the pantry to find all of the ingredients. Her elbow was resting on the counter but she moved it when George dragged over a giant bag of flour. She looked down again, face pale and anxious. George thought she had seen her glance at her phone in the car. Maybe it was time to learn how to hack into Twitter’s servers and bring the whole fucking website down. For now, she just shrugged.

“My mother used to make lemon squares all the time when I was a kid. They were her go to for, like, work events and stuff but my sister and I were so obsessed with them. I begged her to make them for my birthday, like, three years in a row when I was a kid. They’re good. Go get the measuring cups.” 

Dream, probably automatically, went to grab the cups. “That doesn’t answer my question. Besides, I don’t even like sweet stuff. You know that.”

“It’s not sweet. Measure a cup of the flour and dump it in here. Then can you take the butter and hold it until it melts?” Dream measured out a cup of flour and got a knife from the silverware drawer to take the top off before she dumped it into the big silver bowl George had gotten out. It had been in one of the upper cabinets; she didn’t think she had ever touched it before. “We’re doing it because it will be fun. And because –” Her voice tripped over the second of vulnerability. “You’re scaring me.” 

She hated saying that, partly because she knew that Dream was immediately going to feel guilty. “I’m sorry,” she said, and her face when George looked up was so awful. 

“Don’t be sorry.” George pressed the butter into her hands. Despite everything, they were still warm and it was familiar when George brought her clasped hands up to kiss every one of her knuckles. She let her hands fall back down. “Just help soften the butter.”

Dream kneaded the butter while George measured out the powdered sugar – a little too much spilled on the counter but it made Dream exhale a breathy laugh, so she didn’t mind – and then, in a second bowel, cracked two eggs. She only had to fish out one piece of shell, face scrunching up in horrified disgust as she tried not to gag over the feeling of raw egg against her finger tip. Once she used their cheese grater to get the lemon zest – Dream reminded her about a hundred times to make sure she didn’t cut her fingers, and maybe this wasn’t the best task to soothe her anxiety actually – she took the butter and dropped it into the big bowl. “Here. Mix this while I get the lemon juice.”

Dream took the wooden spoon – their fingers brushed again and George purposely lingered on it – and the two of them worked in silence, save the buzz of the warming oven, until everything was done. 

Dream leaned her jaw on George’s shoulder while she poured the two mixtures into the glass pan and spread them evenly with the same spoon Dream had used to stir earlier. “Do you want to put it in the oven?” George asked.

Dream took the pan and the weight was enough to keep her hands from shaking. She placed it in the oven carefully and, when it closed, George stepped forward to set the timer for twenty-five minutes. Then she stepped back and wrapped her arms around Dream’s waist, staring at the lemon squares slowly baking in the oven. “I love you,” she said quietly, tightening her grip.

“I’m scared,” Dream answered, a little shaky. 

George nodded. She wanted to burn everything down so that Dream would never feel anything but warm. She’d never let her. “I know. We’re going to have lemon squares, and it’s going to be better.”

She rested her head against Dream’s chest, and she could feel her heartbeat start to slow for what felt like the first time in ages.

#sappy.ao3 #wlw dnf #im so sleepy

[thunderheadfred]

It’s my birthday so as a gift to myself I’m listing all my personal growth from the last few months

Lost 50+ pounds, well on my way to shedding 100+. Did this very simply with zero self-hatred or shame. Intermittent fasting and sugar elimination were pretty much the only requirements. Took time to adjust and a willingness to cook more, but that was the only struggle. In addition to the weight loss, my inflammatory and immune problems have been greatly improved. Chronic fatigue is still with me, but isn’t dictating every second of my day, and I hope CFS continues to diminish as I get healthier. Resources I used are now helping my dad reverse pre-diabetes, which is the cherry on top.

Went through perhaps the worst existential crisis of my entire life (and boy howdy, I’m well-rehearsed) and didn’t die. Didn’t die so hard I actually woke up from decades of numbness and changed my entire life almost overnight. This “instant” change was enabled by several years of work via intensive outpatient, group therapy, 1-on-1 therapy, medication, and deep interior work I’ve done on my neurochemistry and mental health. It feels like foundations were laid for me to finally take a huge forward step into hope and change. I finally let God back in, and have felt vulnerable, humbled, and vibrantly alive in a way I haven’t experienced since childhood.

Started re-exploring my own spiritual health, perhaps the most difficult and intense part of this transformation. Deeply personal, difficult to find words. No labels for it. See re-enrolling in college, below. Much to learn. Adjacent to this, have encouraged Catholic husband to join an inter-faith climate group, which he did. His parish church now looks likely to form their own climate support group in addition.

Re-enrolled in college for fall 2023. Built a 3-year interdisciplinary plan to graduate with a major in Dakota Language and American Indian studies, with minors in sustainable agriculture, art history, and art.

Became involved in local politics; I’ve personally met my senator and congressperson and thanked them for their work. They know me by name and I will continue to keep up with legislation on local and federal levels, vote in every election, and advocate for policies I believe in.

Started educating myself on the policies that have shaped our current situation. This is often overwhelming, and I remind myself constantly to do it in stages, to not burn myself out or get lost in anger and hopelessness. Nevertheless, it must be done. In particular, I’m finding Robert Reich’s free YouTube course invaluable for this, though it has made me cry several times. Labor movements are taking off across the country and this gives me immense hope that I’m far from the only one sharing in this experience. Millions of us are waking up to our own democratic power, and we can change things together, one step at a time.

Also started researching absolutely everything about reducing my personal carbon footprint, increasing self-sufficiency, and having at least some baseline readiness for disaster scenarios, a process that continues. Immediately stopped eating beef and pork (and most meat, actually), stopped purchasing things online and from big box stores (whenever feasible) and started walking to our local grocery co-op several times a week.

Encouraged husband to get involved in our HOA, a goal he’s had since we moved but was unable to make good on because of his work schedule (now blessedly changed) - we will soon be making a concentrated effort to meet all of our neighbors, initiate neighborhood gatherings, and encourage green initiatives in our immediate community.

Joined the local arm of 350.org. Have already done tabling and multiple advocacy campaigns. Husband is on the clean transportation team, focused on bringing electric school buses to schools. I’m on the food systems team, currently working on expanding our state’s farmer’s market SNAP program so more people have access to affordable local produce.

Expanded my patio garden to several raised planters full of herbs that I’ve been regularly using. A few things didn’t work out, but I’m learning what thrives in that location and have grown the most delicious tomatoes I’ve ever eaten, with basically zero effort. Working on a plan to build a small deer-proof Three Sisters food garden in our limited backyard space.

Started my basement cannabis grow tent, have two plants thriving and bringing me joy when I talk to them every day and tell them what lovely ladies they are.

Converted all our household power draw to sustainable wind (this took all of one phone call to our utility provider) and in a few days we will have meters installed on both our hot water tank and our air conditioner, so those are cycled during peak hours for even less energy consumption.

Started fishing together with one of my oldest childhood friends and my dad. Went from zero outdoors experience to learning how to hook minnows without flinching and hold a beautiful emerald-green bass in my hands. An amazing experience that will continue through the season.

#good job me #keep it up you sexy beast

[mariacallous]

Given the ceaseless procession of disasters this summer—from heat domes to hurricanes to the fiery destruction of Lahaina—the slow-motion disaster of plastic pollution may not be top of mind. But the United Nations recently released a “zero draft,” or the principles under consideration, of what could become one of the most consequential treaties ever written: “the international legally binding instrument on plastic pollution, including in the marine environment.” 

It gets overshadowed by climate change, but plastic pollution has grown into a full-tilt emergency that’s intimately linked with planetary warming. Humanity is now churning out a trillion pounds of these polymers a year, a carbon-intensive process because plastic is made of fossil fuels. Production is expected to triple by the year 2060. “It is well established that our global plastic pollution crisis is also contributing to our global climate crisis, and the increasing shift towards investing into plastic production over the coming decades by the petrochemical industry is a great concern,” says Nick Mallos, the Ocean Conservancy’s vice president of conservation, who focuses on ocean plastics and has been involved in the negotiations.

The recycling rate in the United States is now 5 percent—an abject failure, and an effort that the plastic industry always knew was going to be ineffective. Instead, the vast majority of plastic is landfilled, incinerated, or escapes into the environment. Microplastics shed from everyday objects like clothing and broken-down bottles and bags. Now, these tiny particles have corrupted our bodies and every corner of the planet, from the deepest oceans to the highest mountains.

The draft treaty is a menu of interventions that are on the table during the UN’s negotiations, which are expected to extend through 2024 and involve experts and representatives from about 150 countries. So this document is far from a final product. It lists two possible objectives: either “to protect human health and the environment from plastic pollution” or “to end plastic pollution” in a bid to do the same. The second is more ambitious, while the first is less definitive.

Expect such distinctions to grow contentious. “The negotiations are quite polarized right now,” says David Azoulay, director of environmental health at the Center for International Environmental Law, which is participating in the talks. “There's a larger group of countries that actually are looking for ambition. There is a smaller number of countries that are hell-bent on preventing this treaty from delivering on the promises under the mandate that was given to end plastic pollution throughout its lifecycle.” Those promises mean tackling the material’s journey from manufacture to disposal, not just how it leaks into the environment after it’s trashed.

Negotiators are concerned that this treaty could go the way of the Paris Agreement, in which countries set a planet-wide goal of keeping temperatures from rising no more than 1.5 degrees Celsius above preindustrial levels, but were allowed to set their own targets for reducing emissions. Nations that haven’t met these targets may get publicly shamed, but not dragged in front of an international court. And if nations do implement strict limits, polluting industries can just move elsewhere.

Similarly, the plastics treaty could allow countries to set their own goals for reducing production. “Worst-case scenario, if consensus can't be reached, there's a risk that we get a watered-down, fully voluntary agreement that's left to member states to implement—or the negotiations can be extended for years,” says Mallos. He thinks the treaty should set specific targets that reduce production by volume or percentage. For example, the Ocean Conservancy is calling to halve the manufacture of single-use plastics by the year 2050, at a minimum.

It’s also important to keep in mind that plastic is a toxic material made of chemicals that themselves need regulation. The polymer PVC is especially nasty, as are its component chemicals. (The train that derailed in Ohio in February was carrying vinyl chloride—which is turned into polyvinyl chloride—which is associated with lymphoma, leukemia, and other cancers, according to the US National Cancer Institute.) “More than 13,000 chemicals are associated with plastics, around a quarter of which have been categorized as hazardous,” says Melanie Bergmann, a plastics researcher at the Alfred Wegener Institute, who’s attending the negotiations. “This diversity in the chemical composition of plastic products is one of several reasons that prevent safe circularity, and it needs to be addressed urgently.”

Bergmann and other scientists have called for the treaty to address these component chemicals—for instance, by phasing out particularly toxic ones. The zero draft presents different techniques for eliminating individual chemicals or whole groups of them. “We are happy that the draft, in the various options, does acknowledge the importance of chemicals and the impacts of chemicals in managing plastics,” says Vito Buonsante, technical and policy adviser at the International Pollutants Elimination Network, who is attending the negotiations. “That is a recognition of a bit more maturity in the understanding of what are plastics.” 

Microplastics, too, make a number of appearances in the draft. Scientists define these as bits smaller than 5 millimeters—about the width of a pencil eraser. The document acknowledges the problems they cause, and it has options for eliminating “intentionally added microplastics,” like microbeads in face washes. But “secondary microplastics,” the kind that break down from larger bottles and bags, remain a massively complicated problem to fix. They flush into the environment in all kinds of ways, from washing machine wastewater to highway runoff. (Particulates shear off car tires and wash into rivers and kill fish.) 

“The zero draft didn't go far enough when it comes to secondary microplastics,” says Mallos. “We very much hope there'll be more specifics added about preventing these kinds of microplastics, since they do represent the vast majority of the microplastics we're finding in the ocean and the environment.”

The draft also lays out options for better managing reuse and refill schemes, while still promoting higher recycling rates. Expect that to be another sticking point as the negotiations unfold: Over the last few decades, the plastics industry has pushed recycling as an excuse to make exponentially more plastic, or hyped alternatives like bio-based plastics made from plants. (A representative from the Plastics Industry Association did not respond to WIRED’s requests for comment on the zero draft treaty.)

But if recycling actually worked as intended, they wouldn’t have to make so much more virgin material—we could keep the existing stuff in circulation. That’s why for pollution experts, the ultimate goal for these negotiations will be putting a cap on plastic creation. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us to right the ship and chart a course toward a future where we're not drowning in plastics,” says Mallos. “The health of our ocean and our human lives will be dependent on it.”

For now, Azoulay hails the zero draft as a step in the right direction. “The draft still includes options for having a completely voluntary and possibly useless instrument, but it also contains possibly strong measures around reducing production, around getting toxics out of the process,” he says. “I look back a few years ago, when we started discussing this issue at the international level, and this was unthinkable. This draft doesn't say much about what the final treaty will look like, but it does say a lot about how the global community has acknowledged what the problem is.”

[deathfavor]

@ofluminance said: he's a little late. something.. he's not proud of. but, returning to his time was a bit of a priority to make sure he was still on the right track with his plans. takemichi finds hanma as soon as he returns to the past. he made sure he wasn't followed as he snuck into hanma's home through an unlocked window. it's late, and he's probably dozed off. still, it's a rare opportunity for takemichi to ever see the reaper in such a cute state.

standing in the doorway for a moment, takemichi smiles. he leans against the frame and shoves his hands in his pockets. there's so many parts of him that want to slip beneath the covers with hanma. but, there are other parts of him that wants to wake him, too. after all, he still hadn't gotten his birthday present.

but, michi was also tired. the longer he waits, actually, the more takemichi feels the adrenaline wearing off and fatigue creeping in. if he woke to a knife to his throat in the morning, well--- it would be more than well worth it. kicking off his sneakers, and shedding his hoodie, shirt, and jeans by the foot of hanma's bed, takemichi gently lifts the covers and slips in beneath them.

laying behind hanma, takemichi smiles softly. several langid and tender kisses are placed to the back of hanma's neck, and slowly an arm encircles his waist. with a contented sigh, takemichi presses his small frame to the back of hanma's own, finally shutting his eyes, allowing sleep to take him. " happy birthday, shuji. " / i took that cuddle meme & ran with it ❤️

a party is still a party even if its late, happy birthday hanma!

Some of Hanma's places to crash are easier to find than others. Some are practically common knowledge within the delinquent world that know him, or those people he chooses to bring to more private places. Getting in however is very rarely a problem with the carelessness to which Hanma offers the idea of personal safety. ( Which, quite frankly, no one should be surprised by if they ever came to discover the facts of. ) He either sleeps light or sleeps like the dead that the reaper oversees. Tonight is evidently the latter because he doesn't move. It's a rare, strange sight to see his expression calm and relaxed. He doesn't budge, not until the morning.

Which brings and interesting way of starting the day because Hanma was pretty damn sure he hadn't brought anyone home last night. ( He never got that drunk to not recall. Or rather, he had once and never again. ) He's also staring at shoes and clothes that are evidence that the warmth is not something of an early morning delusions and imagination. But he's alive so evidently it hadn't been someone wanting him dead. Granted, it isn't the first time someone's come to pay him a visit and curl into bed with him. He can name a couple others in the past who have as well.

He sits up, his hair fluffy and relaxed while sharp eyes shift to see who it was. He's half surprised - and half not. It is amusing though to see the so-called hero in the bed of the reaper. Hanma tilts his head like a cat debating what it wants to do with a mouse in reach of his claws. Normally he'd crash back to sleep at this hour since there would be little reason so be awake but this? This is too good to potentially miss. So being a menace it is.

Hanma looms over Takemichi, eyes gleaming under the morning shadows before he nudges the other awake. " You're a freak. If you wanted in my bed that bad, you could have asked ~ " Hanma teases, full of too much energy and sing-song melody for first waking up. Not like he can talk either, at least on subject of being a freak. Though THAT was something he upheld with pride to the dismay of many others. He is, however, clearly taking it in stride rather than murdering him. " Could have made it more fun. " He adds, making exactly zero effort to hide the way he decides to look over Takemichi before lifting his gaze back up to his face. " So ~ ? To what do I owe this unexpected surprise visit? "

#ofluminance #hanma vc: are you taking stalking lessons from chifuyu #THAT WAS HIS FIRST THOUGHT AND THE WAY I LAUGHED #i thought you might find it funny too #no knives though ! see ! #idk if necessarily feel any safer tho #esp with hanma's eyes staring but yk good luck takemichi #we appreciate the birthday surprise #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

[ruthiesrambles2]

It's Movie Night on Big Alice and Snowpiercer!!!! Unfortunately, since the trains are still at war the movies will be shown at the same time--and you can only pick one! So, which movie will you be attending...

a) Barbie (2023) in the Nightcar

OR

b) Oppenheimer (2023) in Wilford's war room

AND which of your Snowpiercer Faves will you invite to go with you? Who will you sit with? Will you have popcorn or bug bars? Will you dress up or not? Who do you trust to do your hair or makeup? Do you have to continually shush your companions--or are you the one talking during the film? And finally, on the off chance you shed some tears--which of your Snowpiercer friend's shoulders will you lean on??

Of the two I've gotta pick Oppenheimer because I have zero desire to see Barbie. Unfortunately that does mean going to Wilford's war room. I invite Melanie (she does not want to go to the war room), Ruth (she does not want to watch such a depressing film), Ben (is banned), Javi (is scared). Dr Pelton agrees to come with me and watch because she can think of "nothing worse than all that pink". There is no popcorn to be had and neither of us dare try the snacks that keep being offered our way that look suspiciously bug like. We both make a small effort with our appearance, Pelton wearing a neat v neck jumper and smart trousers, whilst I opt for a shirt which I've gone to the trouble of ironing for once. Neither of us cares for make up but we trade hair products to both look reasonably neat since we are guests. I go to ask a few questions during the film but a raised eyebrow from Pelton stops me before I can form the words and I sit in silence for the rest of it. When I become a little emotional the good doctor pats me kindly on the leg.

#Thanks for this! #snowpiercer #snowpiercer tv #dr pelton

[erikiara80]

how do you explain mlvn monologue if mileven isn’t meant to be endgame? im a little bit worried for byler :/

Hi, anon.

I can only tell you my opinion, based on my knowledge of storytelling. I think Mike's monologue is one of the worst scenes of the show. And that they did that on purpose.

The filming. For such an important moment in his and El's story, the culmination of two season arc, there is zero effort to create intimacy. We keep seeing Will, who is the other potential love interest, so not a good sign. And even Jonathan, who was present in other important Will and Mike moments: the shed scene and the van scene. We saw that these writers and directors know how to write and film good, intimate moments. In the shed scene, you forget that Joyce, Jonathan and Hopper are there. And Will was in grave danger, too. So El's life being at stake is not an excuse. I also think about Hopper and Joyce's reunion and talk in S4. Lucas and Max in S2 and S4. Jonathan and Nancy in every season. Mike's big declaration of love simply isn't good. And thanks to many scenes in the show, we know that it's not because of bad directing. Also, the only part that seems to actually help El is when Mike tells her to fight. That's when she looks at Max, realises that she's about to die, so she thinks about Max. Not Mike. And finally fights back. And if in a scene about a declaration of love that should save the day, they don't show you any important moment of that relationship but only a reaction when another person is in danger... Not to mention the fact that when El remembers Max, the scenes we see, are the ones when Max tells her: there's more in life than stupid boys. We make our rules. Or: not Mike. Not Hopper. You. Very interesting...

The writing. I don't know about you, but I cringed during this monologue. What Mike says is vague, or a rip off of what other people said, or a lie, or not what El wants to hear. Plus, Will had to push him to say something. So Mike is panicking and says what he thinks El wants to hear and can help her. But it's not easy. So he is vague. The good and the bad days. Yeah, thank you. An example? They didn't even show us any scene that could help us to understand what Mike is referring to. Nada. With Will, Mike was extremely specific. About how he was feeling, what Will was doing, and his answer when Mike asked him if he wanted to be his friend. You didn't need a flashback. You could see that moment. And when Mike does mention something specific, the t-shirt, it's not actually cute imo, because, something that could swallow you whole? Not very romantic, especially since El's literally dying while he's speaking. Also, it's a rip off of what Eddie told Dustin in 4x01.

Mike also tells El that she's his superhero. Something that El definitely doesn't like. She was afraid at the beginning of the season that Mike didn't love her anymore because she had lost her powers. So he tells her that he loves her now, when she got her powers back? She could think that's the only reason he likes her... And then Mike tells her something that it's simply not true. He didn't fall in love with her the night he met her. We saw that memory. His look. Curious that this is the only scene they show us. Imo, it's because it proves that what he's saying is not true. In fact, he looks disappointed and suspicious in that scene (almost angry) and we know that the first thing he said when he saw El was: "That's not Will". There is no love at first sight in this show. I'm not saying that Mike wanted to lie. He cares for El, immensely, and wanted to save her. He's just not in love with her. That's the simple reason he can't tell her that he loves her. And he only told her ILY because he thought it could save her life.

Just one more thing. If that love confession was the culmination of two season arc and the resolution of Mlv problems, it should've saved the day. But El lost. Or at least, we should've seen Mike and El being closer again. But they aren't. They made Will (again, the other potential love interest) specifically asking if they're talking. And Mike says not much. Then proceeds to talk to Will instead, on the couch, (intimate moment) and show him that he wants to protect him. Basically, the S2 dynamic again. Now, I know many people say that El not talking to Mike after what happened to Max is realistic. That she needs to be alone. That's right. In real life. But this is a story. With arcs, characters development and a plot. So, Mike and El still being distant after Mike finally told El what she wanted to hear, means that things are not good for them. And I think El has already realised that this is not what she wants.

An ILY is not a promise of eternal love. And sometimes, only when you get what you think you wanted, you realise that it's not what you really need. Hope this helped. : )

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the beautiful person's journal - #6: the month of terraaarrr!...(arr)

the air is becoming chillier...the leaves are falling...you can smell pumpkin spice and leaves...caddy is upping the ante on his video production values...it must be...the-

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something that the post-reboot caddicarus fans have sadly had to miss out on so far is the iconic month of terror - when the caddicarus channel would spend the entire month of october posting wonderfully scary episodes and sometimes bonus videos. most youtube channels of the comedic game reviewer variety take christmas seriously; a christmas special would usually be the last video of the year, and the season finale. but with the caddicarus channel, halloween was taken very seriously, and by god did we all have the time of our lives with it.

this event was officially named in 2015, but even before that the channel's halloween specials were full of effort and passion. i myself was always hyped up for october to come because the caddicarus episodes would be on point. some of my greatest memories in the caddicarus fandom and the hiddenblock fandom by extension were had in october; for example, it was the month i opened my first youtube channel in 2014, and it was the month i began interacting with the fandom more in 2015.

so, as today is halloween, this entry will look back at the halloween caddicarus episodes pre-2020!

these are the three halloween specials that came out pre-2015, before the whole month was dedicated to halloween. the evil dead and top 10 scariest songs in video games episodes were filmed in a creepy old shed - the former episode being its first appearance. the latter was unlike any top 10 we'd seen before, with a much darker, somber tone with little humor. caddy describes the scariness of the songs as he walks through various areas outside. and you can't forget those early 2010's saturated video filters.

the 2014 special sticks out to me the most because it was the first one i was around for. it was on resident evil zero, and it was a collab with jordan underneath. this was the first special to be posted in november, and it wouldn't be the last time the halloween festivities carried on into november! i believe this episode was filmed in cerys' house at the time - the same house seen in the iconic bratz episode outro.

i specifically remember hauling ass to my room and turning this episode on with a freshly baked totino's pizza, back when they were round. i remember how insane the outro was, with jordan killing caddy, and i remember being so underwhelmed when the next episode didn't mention it at all because i just needed that deep early 2010's game reviewer lore. XD

and now, onto 2015 - the first year in which the month of terror was official! from this year up until 2019, the caddicarus show would be entirely focused on spooky stuff through all of october, and the event would end with the proper halloween special - where caddy would wear a cool halloween costume!

this year, he explored these super cool and creepy old caves while he gave his top 10 games that got under his skin. then, for the halloween special, we got the very first 2-parter caddicarus - the long-anticipated casper: a spirited beginning review that was teased in the croc video 2 years earlier. for this special, he dressed up as a vampire...a MOHAWKED vampire! he even dyed it pumpkin spice-colored! XD

as i stated earlier, i have amazing memories with these videos and they're still some of my favorite caddicarus episodes to date. overall, this is my 2nd favorite MOT. there's nothing quite like cooltext logo-era caddicarus...

now 2016? to this day, this year is STILL my favorite for the MOT. not only did we get 6 banger caddicarus episodes, but current quickies also covered some spooky games for the occasion! although they're not pictured in this screenshot, film fridays also went all out. this MOT was so damn awesome, it kept going on into november with a bonus scary ep after the official halloween special.

oh boy, the top 10 scariest things in non-horror games...i remember 14-year-old me getting a wave of scary fic inspiration from the ending of that one. i actually wrote a terribly narmy godawful fic called "trapped", where caddy's house became haunted...i've actually thought about rewriting it, but in the actual caddicarus show universe. spons basically haunts the house with advertisements and it's a giant shitpost that's also making a point. XD

and spice world!! that one aged extremely well imo, given how short it was and how there wasn't extra time spent pointlessly over-analyzing it. the humor was in line with his style nowadays, i was laughing so hard watching it recently. i also have a fond memory with this one - i'd invited a new friend over to my house the day this episode came out, and this was their first episode. they drew me a fanart of caddy and i used it on the cover of my school binder for a long time!

the medievil episode was also fun. and then there was the top 10 horror games halloween special that saw caddy running around town in a deadpool costume...and a cameo from rosie!! then the next week, we had the creepy doll, a bonus episode!

2017's MOT was the first one in the current house. there was a huge gap between these two videos, as the scheduled 2-week-break just happened to fall in the middle of october. because of this, the halloween special aired in november, just like in 2014.

we had knack II - or SHAT II - starting off this event. as you may imagine, the comment section was littered with dunkey memes...and i admit i contributed lmaooo. one thing that stuck out to me was the ending where caddy shot the game and it bled, leading him to freak out. that got me making angsty in-universe TCS AUs...dead serious. LMAO

and the halloween special on condemned - OMG. the review part itself didn't stick out to me but what DID was the production value. all the decorations and stuff looked cool, and caddy's costume- Y'ALL. 15 year old mel was looking respectfully.

and how could i forget "ces...or as they say...cerys..."

this is my least favorite MOT, mostly because the topics weren't as interesting to me and i thought the videos weren't as funny. there weren't any bonus vids except for a review of the evil within. this is when i thought TCS was starting to decline in quality, and this was during season 9 - the season i used to think was the worst.

and now we're in that weird era between the removal of slaughter/salvage and the channel reset! this was during season 11, and we were starting to see more experimental vids. one of these in particular was the super bowsette 64 video, which was completely out of left field at the time. with mega man 11, we started seeing topics that weren't really "scary" being covered as part of the MOT with scary thumbnail art. and we finally got a proper resident evil review! it was the first time since 2016 that a PS1 game was covered during this event.

it's definitely not one of my favorites, but i certainly thought it was better than 2017's MOT. unfortunately this was when i was starting to slowly get out of caddy's content, and the fandom as well. so i can't really talk about these episodes in any meaningful depth.

now 2019 was an interesting one to look at - because i was absent for this one. i was three years late to checking these out. when these episodes were releasing, i was looking for another hyperfixation...i was crashing with ducktales until onward sucked me up into its tornadic pull, ironically exactly one year after i initially unsubbed to caddy, AND not too long after he retooled his content.

pushing the switch lite to breaking point was kinda eh, but i will tell y'all a story i had with this ep. back when this one came out, there was deadass someone in front of me watching it at church. although i wasn't watching the videos anymore, i did know what was going on with the channel and all the changes that were happening because a fandom friend kept updating me. so the MOMENT i looked over and saw that brick wall behind the brown couch on that kid's phone, i found it hard to hold in my laughter. watching an atheist talk about goose game during a youth group sermon, now that's amazing.

then we had the yooka laylee and the impossible lair episode! again, not the greatest. season 13 absolutely excelled with episodes like the thomas game, the peppa pig album and the garbage game opinions, but not this one. nothing stood out to me.

only "scary" thing covered here was the medievil remake review, which was the halloween special where he dressed up as a goddamn gravestone. i think this shows how much crazier his writing had gotten since 2015, and it was one of the signs of things to come in 2020. XD

so yeah! that's the history of the caddicarus channel in october. this man knew how to celebrate halloween!

i hope we get a halloween episode next year in the new style. the lumpies and germs need to have that formative scary-caddicarus-episode-in-october experience!

#caddicarus #the beautiful person's journal #the BPJ #hidden block #hiddenblock #jim caddick #the caddicarus show

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Unveiling the Top Digital Marketing Agencies

For companies of all sizes, having a strong online presence is crucial in the fast-paced digital world of today. Whether you're a budding startup or a seasoned enterprise, harnessing the power of digital marketing can propel your brand to new heights. But with so many options available, finding the right digital marketing agency can be overwhelming. Fear not, because we've got you covered! Join us as we explore the best digital marketing agencies that can take your brand from zero to hero.

Introduction:

Welcome to the era of digital dominance, where the internet reigns supreme and marketing knows no bounds. As the virtual landscape continues to evolve, so too do the strategies needed to stand out in the crowd. In this blog, we'll dive deep into the realm of digital marketing agencies, shedding light on the top players in the industry and how they can help your brand soar.

Chapter 1: Understanding Digital Marketing

Before we embark on our journey to uncover the best digital marketing agencies, let's first grasp the fundamentals of digital marketing. At its core, digital marketing encompasses a myriad of strategies aimed at promoting products or services through online channels. From social media marketing to search engine optimization (SEO), the possibilities are endless. By harnessing the power of digital platforms, businesses can connect with their target audience on a global scale, driving engagement and conversions like never before.

Chapter 2: The Power of Partnering with a Digital Marketing Agency

With our newfound knowledge of digital marketing, let's explore the reasons why working with a digital marketing firm is essential to the success of your brand.  While it's certainly possible to navigate the digital landscape solo, enlisting the expertise of a seasoned agency can take your efforts to the next level. These agencies boast a wealth of experience, cutting-edge tools, and insider knowledge to craft customized strategies tailored to your brand's unique needs. Whether you're looking to boost brand awareness, increase website traffic, or generate leads, a digital marketing agency can be your ultimate ally in achieving your goals.

Chapter 3: The Cream of the Crop: Top Digital Marketing Agencies

Without further ado, let's shine the spotlight on the crème de la crème of digital marketing agencies:

1. Viral Uncle: As a leading player in the digital marketing arena, Viral Uncle knows a thing or two about making waves online. With a team of creative minds and innovative thinkers, Viral Uncle specializes in crafting viral-worthy campaigns that capture the hearts and minds of audiences worldwide. From captivating content creation to strategic social media management, Viral Uncle is your go-to partner for turning heads and driving results.

2. Digital Dynamo: True to its name, Digital Dynamo is a force to be reckoned with in the digital sphere. With a focus on data-driven strategies and ROI optimization, Digital Dynamo helps brands achieve unparalleled success in the digital realm. Whether it's devising targeted PPC campaigns or fine-tuning SEO strategies, Digital Dynamo delivers measurable results that speak for themselves.

3. Creative Catalyst: When it comes to out-of-the-box thinking, Creative Catalyst takes the cake. With a team of visionary creatives at the helm, Creative Catalyst specializes in crafting bespoke campaigns that leave a lasting impression. From stunning visual content to immersive brand experiences, Creative Catalyst pushes the boundaries of creativity to elevate your brand to new heights.

Chapter 4: Choosing the Right Agency for Your Brand

With a plethora of digital marketing agencies vying for your attention, how do you choose the right one for your brand? Here are a few key factors to consider:

• Expertise and Experience: Look for agencies with a proven track record of success in your industry.

• Customization: Seek out agencies that offer tailored solutions to meet your specific goals and       objectives.

• Communication:  Opt for agencies that prioritize clear and transparent communication throughout the partnership.

• Results: Ultimately, choose an agency that delivers tangible results and ROI for your brand.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the world of digital marketing is vast and ever-evolving, but with the right partner by your side, the possibilities are endless. Whether you're looking to boost brand visibility, drive traffic to your website, or increase sales, the top digital marketing agencies highlighted in this blog can help you achieve your goals and then some. So don't wait any longer – unlock the power of digital marketing and watch your brand soar to new heights of success.

With Viral Uncle leading the charge, the sky's the limit for your brand's digital journey. Get ready to make waves and leave your mark on the digital landscape – the world is waiting for you.

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Puravive: "A Sweet Solution: Exploring the Benefits and Myths of Sugar-Free Diets and Artificial Sweeteners"

In today's health-conscious world, many individuals are turning to sugar-free diets as a means to reduce their sugar intake and promote overall well-being. As a content marketer, I aim to shed light on this popular trend and delve into the benefits and myths surrounding sugar-free diets, artificial sweeteners, stevia, and reduced sugar intake. Join me as we navigate through the realm of sweet alternatives and empower ourselves with knowledge for making informed choices. 1. Understanding Sugar-Free Diets: When we mention sugar-free diets, it's important to differentiate between natural sugars and added sugars. While natural sugars, such as those found in fruits, are part of a well-balanced diet, added sugars contribute to various health issues when consumed excessively. Sugar-free diets primarily focus on eliminating or reducing these added sugars, which are commonly found in processed foods and beverages. 2. The Role of Artificial Sweeteners: Artificial sweeteners are sugar substitutes that provide sweetness with minimal or zero-calorie content. These sweeteners are often used as an alternative to sugar, especially for individuals with diabetes or those looking to reduce calorie intake. Examples of popular artificial sweeteners include sucralose, aspartame, and saccharin. 3. Benefits of Sugar-Free Diets: - Weight Management: One of the main advantages of sugar-free diets is their potential for supporting weight loss efforts. Since added sugars are high in calories and offer little to no nutritional value, cutting them from our diet can contribute to a healthier weight. - Blood Sugar Control: For individuals with diabetes or those aiming to manage their blood sugar levels, reducing sugar intake is crucial. Sugar-free diets, coupled with healthier food choices, can help maintain stable blood sugar levels. - Dental Health: Excessive sugar consumption is a leading cause of tooth decay. Opting for sugar-free alternatives can help preserve our dental health by reducing the risk of cavities and other oral health issues. 4. Addressing the Myths: - Artificial Sweeteners and Cancer: Despite some lingering concerns, numerous regulatory agencies, such as the FDA, have deemed artificial sweeteners safe for consumption. Extensive scientific research suggests that artificial sweeteners do not cause cancer in humans when consumed within acceptable daily limits. - Stevia: Stevia, a natural sweetener extracted from the stevia plant, is gaining popularity as a sugar substitute. It is important to note that not all stevia products are the same, as some are highly processed and may contain added ingredients. Opting for pure stevia extracts, free from additives, is the best way to enjoy its benefits without compromising our health. 5. Reducing Sugar Intake: While sugar-free diets and artificial sweeteners can be beneficial, it's crucial to adopt a holistic approach when reducing sugar intake: - Read Labels: Be mindful of hidden added sugars in packaged foods, as they can make reducing sugar intake more challenging. - Natural Alternatives: Embrace the natural sweetness of fruits like berries or opt for spices such as cinnamon and nutmeg to enhance the flavor of dishes without relying solely on sugar. - Moderation: Instead of completely eliminating sugar, aim for moderation by making gradual adjustments in your diet and lifestyle. - Seek Professional Advice: If you have specific health concerns or are unsure about incorporating sugar substitutes, consult a healthcare professional or registered dietitian to receive personalized guidance. Tags: 1. Sugar-free diets 2. Artificial sweeteners 3. Stevia benefits 4. Reduction of sugar intake Conclusion: By exploring the world of sugar-free diets, artificial sweeteners, stevia, and reducing sugar intake, we have gained valuable insights into healthier alternatives to traditional sugar consumption. Remember, adopting a sugar-free lifestyle doesn't mean sacrificing taste or satisfaction; it's about making informed choices that align with our overall well-being. With moderation, awareness, and consideration for quality alternatives, embracing a sugar-free approach can enhance our health and longevity Nourish your body with Puravive's Organic Meal Replacement Shakes. Designed for those on the go, our shakes are a perfect balance of nutrition and convenience, aiding in weight loss and healthy eating. Taste the difference with Puravive. Visit the Puravive Organic Meal Replacement Shakes Product Page. Read the full article