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anonymous asked:

do you ship tamaki and kirishima

hi i would assume this is referring to amajiki tamaki and kirishima eijirou, in which case it is,, yes

and to prove, here’s a lil something i sonic-draw 

We did it.

Generation after generation of humanity sat by idly, too comfortable to be spurred to action. Too complacent to stop our disastrous path before our inevitable destruction.

Now, the earth’s atmosphere is damaged beyond repair, and humanity as a whole must adapt. Maps must be redrawn. Entire coastlines are washed away under the world-wide floods. New deserts are formed as the thinning atmosphere’s protection wanes. Global droughts decimate populations, and a few years later, when everything is dry, the fires begin in earnest. Some cities survive, but the number that do is smaller than anyone cares to admit. The shape of the world changes, and humanity with it.

Cities are build under the new deserts, using the winds as power and the sands as protection against the sun. We must now learn how to survive in the parts of the world we have made uninhabitable.

Some people flee to the sea. There’s so much more if it now, and out there, there is less overcrowding. Modern-day dreams of atlantis become realities faster than anyone could ever have known as desperation and ingenuity pull us away from moving shores. Humanity learns how to live in the flooded world they’ve made - they must.

Still others fight to fix what was broken. It is futile to hope for a full return to glory, but cities which burned after the Droughts are rebuilt with as much vegetation as can be made. Taller buildings are crafted to hold more people and more flora. Old building designs are shed like dead skin - a symbol of hope for a new world and the death of an era of failure.

Some turn towards the stars. Space colonization programs began to cooperate on large-scale projects during the first Droughts. Now, they are beginning to take off in every sense of the words. Short-term tests on the moon have proven to be successful, and now- armed with entire libraries of knowledge on ways to keep a planet healthy, the space programs begin to look beyond, to further planets and distant stars.

Designs are borrowed from those places which have always been most accustomed to the heat. Clothing changes to accommodate the rising temperatures. Linens, silks, and other, newer fabrics, synthesized to repel the constant heat are the foundations of a global fashion boom. Sun screening lotions are altered to be stronger and last longer. Paints and skin-coats are adapted to look beautiful in the parts of the world where it is too hot to live without anymore.

There are places in the world which become uninhabitable. Any plans for long-term habitation are ultimately unsustainable. These dead-zones become the perfect place for secrets to hide, though trips through them must be kept brief and well-planned if one wishes to survive.

Garbage becomes a commodity. Recycling materials that no longer exist in nature is a fairly new business, but it is thriving. Companies fight over rights to old dump sights and sharp entrepreneurs trawl the oceans for the trash humanity forgot long ago.

Solar windows are in - it is harder now to walk outside without suffering the consequences, but humanity has not forgotten their love of the light. Direct exposure is more dangerous than ever, but protected windows give humans the ability to walk in the sunlight without fear of their impending deaths.

We did it. We destroyed the planet we were given to live. Now, we must live amongst the proof of our forefather’s misdeeds.

And live we shall.

Daily Drawing Challenge 2: It’s a new year and that means new fanart! I gotta say, I don’t see enough flood/mark V art - basically The Battle of Alpha Halo needs more fanart because it’s sick! A guerilla warfare campaign on a giant ring against alien maniacs and space zombies! 

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Genre: Oneshot. Fluff, sort-of AU, first meeting, romantic

Warnings: one swear word and a tiny, tiny if-you-squint bit of suggestiveness

Summary: Dan and Phil are the Youtubers we know and love, except for one thing - they’ve never met. That doesn’t stop the fanbase from shipping them, though, and eventually Phil gathers up the courage to message Dan

Word Count: 7347

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was quickly done, though, so apologies for any typos/errors ^_^

Phil’s brow furrowed as his phone went off again. The constant stream of notifications hadn’t relented once since he’d woken up and flicked his phone on, and he hadn’t even had a chance to get onto his home page to find the source of all the sudden attention before yet another notification turned up and exploded his phone all over again.

Phil nudged his bedsheets down from his shoulders and rolled onto his pillow, squinting at his bright phone screen. It was still ridiculously early in the morning, and yet the stream never ended. What had he even done to spark such a reaction? The last thing he’d done was tweet about an exciting-looking dog he’d seen walking passed his London flat, and he hadn’t uploaded a video since four days ago. His new footage was sitting on his laptop waiting to be edited – so what had caused this sudden flood of notifications?

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anonymous asked:

The answer to "what should a social movement do" appears to be just "things other than public protest." Social movements should accumulate soft/hard power as necessary to achieve their goals, and do things that are actually persuasive. For example, the time and resources spent on a public protest could be spent flooding the feedback forms (phones, email, etc.) of the people in power, instead.

I think I basically agree with this, though I do want to note that protests aimed at public officials (flooding your Congressperson’s office or town hall or rally or event) do seem to be effective - it’s not even ‘peaceful protesting is useless’, just ‘peaceful protesting needs to target someone who can actually do something about the problem’. 

And I think it’s 100% okay to want to go counterprotest the local neonazi rally or join a march against a terrible bill or something. Just like it’s 100% okay to complain on Facebook or design angry t-shirts or do any other of a million things that are forms of political expression which do not seem to change the minds of people who disagree with you. Organizers and organizations need to know the answer to ‘what works?’. And I think everyone else should also know that answer, so they don’t go ‘well, I don’t want to protest but maybe I’m morally obligated to because it’ll stop Trump if enough people show up’. But it’s totally okay to go ‘maybe it won’t change a single Trump supporter’s mind but it’ll help me psychologically to go get outside with a thousand other people who are on my side’. 

The lesson from evidence that protests don’t do much isn’t ‘don’t protest’ (though it is ‘don’t engage in violent protest’, as those actively harm a cause). The lesson is ‘in addition to protests, do things that work’.

Yeah so I may have ended up rereading Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou, again. I might end up going through Aqua and Aria again. Also, Amanchu updated!

If you have no idea what I’m talking about these are some of the most calming and involving manga series there is, you should try them.

Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou is a bit mysterious, and thoughtful. It’s about the life of a (very human) robot named Alpha, running a café in a calm, eroding world.

Aqua and Aria are the same series, the author renamed the series after a few volumes. They’re both calm, charming, funny with some great thoughtful moments. It’s about the life of a girl from Earth (or Man Home as it is called) who goes to Mars (that has been accidentally flooded by terra forming and is now called Aqua) in hope of becoming a professional gondolier, or Undine, in Neo Venezia.

Amanchu is by the same person that did Aqua and Aria. It’s still on going and it has the same tone as Aria but is about diving. 

My personal favourite is Aria.

The artwork in all these series are amazing by the way, however Aqua and YKK start of with slightly wobbly art. It worth it in the end though.

Btw: Aria has a three season anime and YKK as some OVA episodes.

Becoming Will

*First, I want to say I know I kinda copied the narrative voice of a few of my favorite blogs–some that are still here, some that are gone.  Just wanted to say ya’ll inspired me to write this on the side about a real life stud I know–And I’ll work on making my own voice and finding my own thing.  Til then, imitation is the best form of flattery, right?*


Will was alone for the week. No wife. No pets.  Just him and the house to himself.  

Oh I’ve got big plans for you Will—Big plans for that tight body of yours.  The handsome Manly stud was resting peacefully in bed, wearing just a white t-shirt and boxers.  

I don’t even want to wait—I just rush toward my new vessel.  

“Huh!” Will gasps out as my astral form begins pouring right into his chest.

His arms and legs flail and his toes clench tight.  He’s grunting and grabbing madly at the sheets, still so confused by the surge of energy flowing into him.  

He arches his back and yelps as I flood into every limb and corner of his body.  

“No…Please…” he says between pants and moans as my energy enters alignment, taking control of his body bit by bit.  

Will is practically in convulsions at this point as the last of my energy enters his chest and I surge up to fill his head.  The Manly stud gasps one last breath before collapsing onto the bed in a relaxed heap.

I open my eyes and look up at an unfamiliar ceiling.  I also feel my heartbeat slowing down and I feel a light glisten of sweat.  Then I look down and see the unraveled sheets of Will’s bed, along with his toned legs and a glimpse of those chiseled abs from his raised shirt.  

“Oh fuck yeah…” I say in a sexy voice, especially sexy since it’s his voice bending to my will.  

My new dick hops slightly, and I am surprised by how much blood I sense pumping and engorging my new member.  

“Wow, look at that thing!” I say in awe as I grab that cock through the silky fabric and feel a surprising amount of length and girth.  

Excited, I kick the boxers off and watch as Will’s dick grows to a thick 8 inches.  

“Holy Shit!” I say in wonder as I grab it and give it a pump of appreciation.  “And here I thought I would just be using your tight ass!  But this cock is definitely going to be doing some fucking!”

I rub my muscular legs together as I yank the shirt off, leaving me naked and able to admire this smooth, toned body.  

“Fuck, you take care of yourself,” I marvel as I rub my hands up and down this carved torso, running my hands along the defined lines of these chiseled pecs and abs.  

Will shaved recently so he is quite smooth, but I am still relieved to see a healthy amount of armpit hair, some nice leg hair, and nicely groomed pubes.  Huffing my new pits, I can’t help but go in for more as I basked in my new musk—it was so pleasant and almost neutral, as if this body’s natural odor was like a light cologne.  

“Oh this is gonna be fun…”

I was passing well enough for the most part.  Some of my jokes didn’t resonate with his friends, but I wasn’t too out of the ordinary…yet…

Nick, from United, was super drunk at the party we all went to, and I stepped in, assuring everyone I’d get him home safe.  They all agreed and thanked me—it was hard for me not to smirk though as I put one of Nick’s arms around my shoulder and helped the stumbling dude back to Will’s room…

“Dude… this isn’t my place…” Nick said, slurring the words, but not nearly as badly as at the party.

“Just relax,” I assured him as I gently pushed him onto the bed.  “You can stay in my bed tonight.  Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Sounds a little gay,” Nick said with a laugh.  

“Only if I do this,” I say right as I reach my hand down to Nick’s crotch and begin gently rubbing him through his pants.  

“Wh-what are you? Dude—St-ahhhhhhhhhh-Stop!” Nick says as he tries to squirm away.  He’s still too drunk though.  

“Man, look at how hard you got.  So fast and even with all that liquor in your system.”

“The fuck’s the matter with you, Will.  This isn’t like you.”

“Sorry, Nick.  I guess there’s a new me that loves dick, and he’s here to stay,” I told him as I got his pants off and marveled at what must have been a 9 inch cock that was almost as thick as Will’s.  

“holy fuck that thing’s big! I don’t even know if I can fit it in this virgin hole!” I said with delight as I rushed to get my own pants off.

“What are you? Unggggg” Nick cooed in confusion as I got in the bed and began grinding my engorging rod against his throbbing meat.  The fabric of our boxers made us both gasp out from the friction, and I could tell he was shivering from my toned legs rubbing up against his.  I ran my hands under his shirt, taking in that toned and hairy torso. He grabbed my arms and tried to push me away, but once I reached his nipples and gave them a nice pinch, he twinged and put up noticeably less resistance.  

“You can’t do this…” Nick said as I ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying.  

“I know you want this Nick. I know you want me,” I said with Will’s voice as I leaned down and sucked his left nipple, lapping it with my tongue and just barely biting it with my teeth.  Nick’s cock jumped—I could feel it as I kept grinding against him.  He was moaning now, gasping for air as his legs wriggled helplessly against mine.  

“Fuck I wanna get to the main act,” I said with impatience as I tore my own shirt off and tossed it on the floor.  I crawled off Nick and began pulling his underwear off.  He tried to sit up in protest, but I pushed him back onto his back, disorienting him for several seconds since his head was still spinning.  

As he looked up, groaning as the room was probably spinning, I kicked off my own boxers and grabbed the bottle of lube I had purchased earlier with Will’s money.  I wasted no time applying a healthy amount to my cleaned and prepped hole before grabbing Nick’s throbbing dick and getting him nice and slick.

I then straddled Nick, on my knees and looking down at him.  I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my ass cheeks.  

Nick’s eyes bugged wide open as I began my descent—I started just letting his cock glide between my crack, almost as if it were getting played like a harmonica.  

“Nooooo…nnnggggg…stop!” Nick begged as he gasped for breath and shivered from pleasure.  

“Nick, we’re just getting started,” I said with a voice full of lust as I lined his cock head with Will’s virgin hole.  

Nick looked up in horror as I began leaning back.  His jaw dropped and so did mine.  We both gasped for air as that cock head slowly stretched my unimaginably tight hole. I was grunting and groaning, slowly letting my hole stretch more and more until the head finally popped inside me. I clenched my toes and sighed as I smoothly dropped my weight, amazed at how easy it was to now take all nine inches. Fuck, Will was a natural.  

Nick shrieked as the last inch filled me up and I sat there, stuffed full of his rod.  I reared my head back and rubbed my hands over my abs and chest, entering a euphoria as Will’s body gave me so much pleasure.  My throbbing rod was leaking pre all over Nick’s lower abs just from the excitement of this no-longer-virgin hole being so full.  

But I wanted to feel that again.  

“Wh-what are you—Arrggghhhhhh fuck!” Nick yelled as I leaned up, slowly rising until just the head was left inside.  Then I sighed and shivered as I slowly sank back down, enjoying the feeling of getting filled up all over again.  

Nick kicked his legs out and curled his toes, undeniably turned on as Will’s tight hole massaged his throbbing rod.  

“Fuck yeah, Nick! You’re so big!” I said in a breathy voice as I began gently moving my hips around in circles.  

“You…nnnnnggggg…you have to stop…” Nick begged as his breathing picked up.  

I started grinding up and down off his rod, gently fucking myself on his meat over and over, gaining a little more length each time until I was practically pistoning myself up and down off his full length.  

Nick was gritting his teeth trying to hold back the yells of pleasure.  I didn’t hold anything back.  I yelled and hollered with delight as I rode my bull.  We were both drenched in sweat, and it must have been at least half an hour like this when I saw a new level of focus in Nick’s eyes.  

Fuck!  He must be sobering up.  He leaned up, no longer off balance like before and looked me right in the eye.  He was fully inside me, which made me feel helpless in case he was about to punch me. Instead, he grabbed my face and pulled me into the hottest make out I could ever imagine, now thrusting up into me as I sat on his gyrating cock.  

He growled as he hooked his arms underneath my armpits and began pistoning into me like I was a human fleshlight.  We both curled our toes and hollered loud enough for the floor to hear as we fuck in this entangled position.  

That was when he rolled us over so I was on my back.  

“You’re right.  I fucking want you so bad!” Nick growled as he leaned forward, stuffing me back full of his meat, making me yelp into his already waiting mouth.  

Our tongues explored each other’s and our hands explored each other’s chests and abs as I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him toward me and adding power to each thrust.

My back arched as he struck my prostate, and I saw a sly smile as he realized what he had done. With animal-like desire, he struck that same spot again, and again, over and over again until I couldn’t stop clenching Will’s used hole.  

“Oh Will!  I’m gonna cum!  Gonna fucking—Agggghhhhhh GOD!!!!” Nick shouted as he pounded me full of his load—shot after shot of warm liquid flooded into me, making me feel euphoric inside as he released his manly essence in me.  With one last crashing shot, he slammed his dick back into me and passed out.  I was so turned on though—I wanted more.  I wanted to feel more dick up a virgin hole.  

In an instant, I let go of my hold over Will and let my astral essence flood into Nick’s slumbering form, right though his dick.  His passed out body just shook with no resistance as I took it over, but that shaking stimulated Will’s hole as I left.  I clenched my toes one last time before opening my eyes and looking at a stunned Will.  He gasped and arched his back before collapsing, passed out from shock and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said with Nick’s voice as I pulled my cock out of Will and watched the river of cum leak out.  I reached down and grabbed as much of it as possible—It was clean since I had prepped Will beforehand.  I smeared the cum along the entrance of this virgin hole and the rest all over Will’s wet with precum cock that never got a chance to blow.  I wouldn’t even need lube thanks to all this cum as I got on my knees and began lining Will’s cock with this virgin hole.  

Will just laid there, completely out as I pressed down and felt his cockhead widening Nick’s virgin entrance….

“Oh GOD!” I yelled as I took a deep breath and forced myself down, forcing that Will dick into me in one rushed motion.  Nick’s virgin hole had no prep and no opportunity to relax and widen, so he’d definitely be sore in the morning, but for now the thrill of the moment turned me on so much I didn’t even feel any pain.  I just felt full.  So full and so stretched as I took in the passed out stud’s meat.  I curled my toes and shook my head as I got used to the feeling of a virgin hole being stretched to its limits for the second time in one evening.  

Will’s cock was pulsating as I lifted up and sank back down, legs trembling as I built up my pace and fucked myself on his cock.  With him passed out, I’d have to do all the work, but it sure helped that I had worked Will up so much before moving into Nick.  

In just a few minutes I was screaming and bucking my hips like I was riding a wild stallion as I clenched Nick’s hole and committed myself to milking out that load. Finally, my efforts paid off as I saw Will’s breathing pick up in his sleep.  He was grunting and stirring and squirming as the pressure built up in his balls.  I could see the veins dilating on his lower abs as the blood flow rushed to his overwhelmed cock when finally, I sank back down and felt the torrential flow of his warm seed.  The thrill of Will’s unconscious load flooding into me made Nick’s cock launch a new load of cum all over our bodies and all over the bed as I rode Will wildly, sending Nick’s cock flopping around wildly.  I hadn’t even touched Nick’s dick, so I was in a great state of shock as I made it rain cum.  

Finally, I sank back down onto Will’s meat one last time and just sat there, stuffed full of his deflating meat.  The slumbering Will’s breathing was calming down and his tense muscles started to relax. I was in my own euphoria, but it was time to go “home.”  

Getting up, I sighed as I raised up off Will’s dick.  To my tremendous relief, Will’s dick was incredibly clean and there was no mess down there—a true credit to Nick’s commitment to a healthy diet and lifestyle. When you eat clean, back door fun is clean.  I laid down and lifted my ass in the air, making sure Will’s cum travelled so deep inside Nick’s system it wouldn’t leak out during the night.  Then I got in bed with Will and released my hold on Nick’s body.

I forced my astral essence into Will’s chest and met no resistance this time.  His body just tensed before his back arched and then I instantly woke up, staring at the ceiling and once again smelling the scent of intense fucking, only this time with Will’s nose.  

I looked over and saw Nick passed out.  I smiled and pulled the covers over our naked bodies.  

I woke up to Nick gently nudging my shoulder.  

“Dude.  Dude.  Will.”

“Huh?  Yeah?” I said groggily, at first forgetting who I was inhabiting.

“You can’t tell anyone about last night!” he said, half serious and half afraid.  

“You didn’t have a good time?” I asked with a light-hearted smirk.

“It…I was drunk.  And you were drunk, and one thing led to another…” he tried to rationalize.

“Look, Nick.  You don’t have to worry.  I won’t tell a soul as long as you answer my question honestly: Do you wanna do it again?”

Nick looked back and forth between me and the floor before gulping and saying, “Yes…”

“Me too, man.  Don’t worry—I won’t tell a soul—I just hope you got plenty more loads to pound inside me,” I said before licking my lips seductively.

I saw Nick’s cock stir, making him hastily get the rest of his clothes on before saying goodbye and heading out the door.  

I, on the other hand, smiled and groaned as I stretched Will’s lean and toned body and rolled around his filthy, cum-covered bed.  

“Hi Punchers!” I said with enthusiasm as I looked right into the camera.  

I was shirtless and I knew people would be drooling.  

“My name is Will, and I’m one of Chris’s friends.  I thought his channel was so cool, so I begged him for the chance to have my own little mini corner on his channel.”

I got to the reaction, making sure to keep it similar, yet different—one of the things I did was clench Will’s sculpted pecs instead of wave my hands like I usually would.  

The positive feedback was immediate with hundreds of comments immediately telling me how hot I was, how much people wanted to explore my body and have sex with me, along with torrents of subscribers asking if Will and I were a couple.  I commented that ‘Chris’ and I were just really good friends before adding a winking face.  My Will reaction quickly became my most viewed video, and I knew he would be my key to stardom.  

“Ohhhhh FUCK yeah! Right there!  Don’t fucking stop!  Pound me!  Pound that hole!” I commanded and begged as one of the sexy bartenders at a local bar fucked me in the men’s room.  

I had my hands planted against the wall as I felt his hairy chest rub against my back.  Our sweaty bodies were glistening from the friction as he bucked his hips to force his meat into me.  

“Duuuuude you’re so tight!” he said exasperated before growling and pulling my hair back and forcing me into a sloppy kiss.  

His rugged hands explored up and down my cut chest and abs before finding my throbbing and leaking meat and latching on.  I yelped as he began pumping me, timing his tugs on my dick with his thrusts into my hungry hole.  

“Gimme that load, man!” I begged as his breathing picked up.  His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me harder and harder into his animalistic thrusts until he finally rammed our bodies together and howled into my ear as he unloaded inside me.  The feeling of him filling me up in that public restroom set me off and I howled as I succumbed to his stroking of my dick and began launching shot after shot of my seed over the bathroom wall.  We roared in unison as we unleashed our seed, but I felt lucky that I would get to leave with his inside me.  We finally settled down, his sweaty chest resting against my back as I held us both up.  

I turned around after he pulled out and he pushed me roughly against the wall, getting my cum all over my lower back as he forced me into a sloppy kiss.  

“I needed that,” he said with a grin before giving me his card.

I just gave him another kiss before grinning and pulling my pants and shirt back on, casually strolling out with a stranger’s load deep inside me.  

I got back to Will’s room and changed without showering before hopping onto the bed.  I had been having so much sex with so many different guys that I ended up using Will’s cash to buy 6 more sets of sheets—one for each day of the week.  

I drove Will’s car to a sex shop and bought several items of interest: a variety of dildos, a variety of lubes, and a tight ass fleshlight.  

The next day as I was getting ready for Will’s classes, I grinned at my reflection, so turned on by seeing that handsome Manly body under my control.  I admired Will’s naked body, something I was still not over—and something I don’t think I would ever be over.  That was when I grabbed the mid-size dildo I had gotten—a reasonably thick 7-inch model.  I slicked it up with some of the lube I had gotten and moaned in delight as I began sliding it inside me.  I raised up on my tippy toes and fell forward against the mirror as I slowly worked it in all the way to the hilt.  

“Oh fuck yeah…” I moaned as the last few millimeters settled inside me.  

“Fuck yeah, look at you, such a queer whore for cock,” I taunted Will’s reflection in the mirror.  

“You love being full don’t you.  Full of dick up your ass and full of me inside your body.”

“Yes!  I love being filled!” I imitated Will in an exaggerated slut voice.  

“Oh hell yeah today’s gonna be a fun day,” I said with a smirk as I held the dildo in place while maneuvering myself into the tightest compression shorts Will owned.  I wanted to spend the whole day feeling stuffed full and wide.  I put on some tighter fitting jeans that helped the dildo stay in place even more along with a polo that was probably half a size too small, but I loved the way it showed off this tight and toned body.  

It took all I had not to shiver and moan as I took my first steps. Walking made the dildo rub back and forth against my prostate in the perfect spot.  I’m glad I left early because it gave me a chance to take the scenic route as I walked to Will’s job.  

“shit yeah…” I said under my breath as each step just added more and more pleasure.  

That dildo was lodged firmly in place, ensuring it rubbed back and forth against Will’s incredibly sensitive prostate.  I was breathing deeply and practically laughing to mask the moans I wanted to make so so badly.  I got some strange looks, but I didn’t care.  I couldn’t help but rub my legs together from pure ecstasy as the pleasure jolted down my thighs all the way down to my toes like electric bursts.  

The best was yet to come though as I arrived at Will’s office and walked right past his usual clique of friends and opted for shutting away in his office.  They looked confused, but quickly redirected their attention to their work.  As soon as I sat down in my chair my eyes bugged wide open and I grabbed the armrests as my legs jolted.  

“nnnnnnggggg…” I said as lightly as possible.  No one heard me.  Good.

I knew some chairs creaked, but I gave my chair a test run.  I gently bounced in my chair, squeezing my face tight and gripping the armrest even tighter as the dildo grazed my prostate and gave my entire hole a bit of friction.  Not a sound came from the chair—nothing.  Plus, my door was closed and locked, so I had a little wiggle room…  

Oh fuck yeah…. I thought as I began to get quite restless in my chair, safely shrouded by being in an office with wall thick enough to mask my breathing.  

I began gasping as I started swinging my hips around in circles, breathing deeply as my cock strained against the jeans.  I didn’t free it, but I rearranged it, giving it just enough room to grow to full size under the denim as I began bouncing and twisting and doing anything that would make the dildo stimulate Will’s abused hole.  

I winced and squirmed as I practically gyrated in the seat, thrashing my hips around to feel that dildo pleasuring Will’s hole.  Oh fuck I was curling Will’s toes as my breathing picked up.

I’d been doing this all morning.  Over an hour of bliss passed until I seized and gasped for breath, grabbing the armrests harder than ever as I kicked my legs out and felt the cum launch right into the compression shorts.  I slammed my ass up and down off the seat as I braced myself and tossed my head back.

I had to bite my lip to keep the hollers of ecstasy inside, but finally, I slammed my ass down onto the chair one last time, shivering as the euphoria washed over me.  I collapsed in the chair, a dumbfounded smile over my face as I clenched Will’s hole, in some weird way showing my appreciation to the dildo that was still buried deep inside that magical hole.  

Still biting my lip, I realized I needed to get myself organized.  I rushed out the door in a hurry before anyone else could see me and went to the bathroom, quickly scooping up as much cum as possible and bringing it right to my mouth.  

“You love the taste of a man’s milk, don’t ya?  Especially your own?” I taunted Will’s reflection before zipping up and posing for the mirror.  I did some stereotypical cocky poses before fixing my hair and heading back to Will’s desk.

Apparently, Zach had asked Will to help him at the gym because the little bitch finally wanted to at least compensate his shorter status with some muscle tone.  I was all too happy to happy to agree, but not to actually help in any way.  Really, I realized I had been enjoying Will’s tight hole so much that I forgot about the nice rod he was hiding in his pants.  That rod needed a little bimbo to stuff and fill with its seed.  

It was 5 am, but it was so easy to get up in Will’s perfectly conditioned body.

“No more narcolepsy,” I said with a smile as I rolled off the bed, landing on my feet and already feeling an energetic spring in my step.  

I was just wearing boxers as I went up to the mirror, tracing the lines up my abs from Will’s defined V-lines.  

The control was so satisfying to me.  Looking over at the alarm clock, I figured I had a few spare minutes before I turned an unsuspecting Zach into my little whore.  With some concentration, I pulled my astral form out of Will.  His knees buckled as my essence unbounded from him and emerged from his skin, and the shock finally made him collapse to the ground.

He was unconscious for a few seconds before gently fluttering his eyes and raising his hands, looking at his own fingers as if being in control were an unfamiliar sensation.

“What the fuck?” he asked in confusion as he tried to get a grip on his surroundings.  

Forget the fact it was morning—I watched as Will picked up his phone and gasped as he saw that he had lost three full days.  

“How the—what the—what the fuck?!” he said in frustration as he began to walk in circles around the room, grabbing his hair and almost hyperventilating.  This was almost too much fun, but I was already feeling homesick.

“HUH?!” Will gasped as every muscle in his body seized up.  

I was pushing my essence into him from behind—since he was already standing up it was easy to align myself and basically push my astral essence into the toned and sexy Manly man I had come to adore.  He was so spacious for me.  

Will tossed his head back as the last of me was absorbed into him.  He convulsed briefly, helplessly moaning and groaning as he held himself up by placing both hands against the mirror.  He finally shivered before looking down at the ground and breathing like he had just sprinted a lap.  

Then my vision refocused and I was looking down at those sexy feet and a rapidly engorging cock I had come to love.  

“That just gets better every time,” I said with a sly smirk as I stood up and stretched Will’s body.

I was already thinking ahead to the fun I could have with this.  Maybe I could build up my skills to a level where I could enter and exit Will as fast as a thrusting dick.  Fuck yeah, I could turn possession into a new form of fucking and use him as the boycunt for my essence.  I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down as I put on some gym shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt.  

My morning distraction had me out the door a little later than I had planned, but the plus side of inhabiting Will’s fit body was that I could just crank up the speed and jog there without feeling taxed in any way.  

We truly were there so early that no one was in the free-weight section.  I knew there was no guarantee that it would stay that way, but I had a good feeling that morning.  

I guided Zach to a benchpress bench that was out of sight and away from any cameras.  Luckily, the doors to the atrium were covered in leftover Halloween shit, so the glass was completely blocked.  

“Thank you so much for agreeing to help me out, Will,” Zach said with that stupid grin as he hopped around and did basic ass stationary stretches.  

“No problem, Zach. Anything for a friend,” I said with Will’s friendly chill tone.  

“I know this whole thing is weird, but over the last four years I’ve accepted the height thing, but I can still look great and be taken seriously with some help in the gym,” he said with a tone of optimism.  

“Well let’s get you on the path to being your best self,” I told him.

Zach sat down and started leaning back onto the bench, but I interjected.  

“Whoa whoa whoa, Rome wasn’t built in a day, buddy.”

Zach looked confused as I beckoned him up.  

“We’re gonna start you on your belly.  I’m gonna share the secret with you that made me my best self.”

“Okay…So like this?” he asked as he laid down.

“Perfect.  Just like that,” I said softly before licking my lips.

“I’m really curious to know what this is because I feel like I have zero range of motion right now,” he observed as fished around my gym bag.  

“Just gimme a sec, Zach. I’m pulling out something that’ll help you get on track to being your best self.”

I rummaged some more until I grabbed and pulled out some of the lube I had purchased with Will’s money.

“Perfect…” I said with a mischievous grin as I walked up behind Zach.

“So what muscles are we starting with?” Zach asked from below.  

“Today’s focus is gonna be that tight little ass.”

“What?” he asked in confusion.  He was turning to look at me, but I had already sprung into action.  

Zach gasped in shock as I pushed him down onto the bench, easily keeping the squirming little runt in place.  

“Will!  Argh!  What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled out as he struggled in vain to break free underneath me.  

I grinned as I lined my engorging cock up against his shorts and began gently grinding Will’s pole between the outline of his asscrack.  He grunted as I leaned my muscular torso down on his back, my full weight more than sufficient to keep him pinned down as I grabbed his arms and kept them pinned against his sides.  

“Urggghhh Will! Stop!  Get off me!” Zach commanded as I kept grinding away.  

I leaned down and huffed in the scent of his neck, licking his bare skin.  This made him particularly restless, but as expected, he was too much of a runt to escape.  

“Zach, this is going to teach you that you already are your best self.  You’re a perfect little runt—just the perfect size to get fucked up the ass and tossed around like a human fleshlight,” I told him as I grabbed the bottle of lube.  I was careful to get my shorts off without letting him get any leverage, but then I dragged him down the bench a few inches and sat on his lower back.  I managed to get his shorts and underwear down to his ankles before hooking the fabric underneath the bench and pulling him back up so his legs were essentially trapped.  

Zach begged me to let him go—he thrashed madly but I was able to keep his upper back down with just a single arm.  I used my other hand to slick up Will’s fuckstick.  

“I didn’t bother prepping you because even though you’re a little squirt, I know you can take it,” I told him as I got in position.  

I was standing up, leaning down on his upper back with one hand while I used my right hand to aim and align Will’s cockhead with Zach’s virgin hole.  I stared in awe at that tight little rosebud that had definitely never been penetrated.  I guess it was time for me to break him out of the closet.  

Zach reached back and grabbed helplessly at my left arm, begging me to stop as I got my legs between his and pushed his apart until the elastic around his ankles would stretch no further.  Then I went in—my cockhead made firm contact against his hole and he squealed loudly.

“Oh Zach, you’re going to loooooove this,” I assured him as I pushed my head against his clenched hole.

He was thrashing and clawing at the leather of the bench, but I kept pushing harder little by little.

“Zach, I could have already had all 8 inches in by now, but I’m giving you a chance to let me in,” I told him.  

“Fuck you!” he cursed me.

I smirked and pushed with more strength, stretching his hole open by force until his entrance swallowed my head and snapped tightly around my shaft.  Zach cried out, trembling as I pushed in one long, smooth motion, filling him up inch by inch.  I stretched him in depths he could not have conceived as his hole accepted more and more of Will’s rod.  Then, with just the last two of Will’s 8 inches left, I rammed them in to the hilt, lightly grunting as my hips slapped loudly against Zach’s ass cheeks.  

Zach shrieked as the last two inches stuffed him full.  He kicked his legs up, but the bench caught the shorts around his ankles and sent his feet back down to the ground.  The best he could do was scramble his feet against the ground.  

Zach was not even making intelligible noises as I pressed my chest down against his back and spoke in his ear, “how does it feel to be stuffed full of my manhood? You’ve got such a tight hole, Zach, and I like you this size.  I can do whatever I want to you,” I taunted him before licking the side of his face.  

“Please stop, Will. Please!” he begged me between uncomfortable grunts as he still adjusted to the 8 inches of dick I had left inside him. I knew that leaving Will’s meat inside him for a minute or two would help him loosen right up for me.  

As soon as the groans of obvious discomfort stopped I began pulling out of him, making him clench his eyes and wince slightly as my meat left him one inch at a time.  With just the head left inside him, I pushed back into him, faster than I had the first time.  

Zach’s wincing eyes shot wide open and he gripped the bench, gasping in shock as his legs twitched on their own.  

“See…you already love it…” I told him as I pulled out and thrust back into that hole, filling him up and making him release a legitimate moan of pleasure.  

“No Will.  You can’t—unnnngggggg You can’t do this—Oh God!” Zach gasped in a breathy voice between moans as I built up my rhythm until I was thrusting in and out of him at about 50% pace.

“Zach, I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t fill you with my load,” I told him before tossing my head around as I built up more speed.

“I don’t want it!  I don’t—HUH?!  Unnnnnngggggg Oh my God! FU-Aggggghhhhhh!” Zach yelled out as he struggled to catch his breath.  

“Looks like I found you’re a-spot,” I told him as I reared back and thrust into that same spot harder and faster.  

Zach’s entire body seized up as I pounded his prostate.  He winced his face tightly before gasping for breath and moaning out in a call of ecstasy.

“That’s right.  You fucking love this,” I said in a seductive tone as I picked up my pace, pistoning Will’s meat against Zach’s A-spot until all resistance in that little runt melted away.  I knew he was mine now, and that he would be mine forever.  

“You like this dick?” I asked him as I relentlessly pounded his boypussy.

“Unnnnngggg I LOVE it!” He called out from beneath me.  

“Then prove it,” I told him as I pulled completely out of him, making him yelp as my fat cock head stretched his entrance.  

I sat on the bench next to him and pulled off my shirt, revealing the glistening torso that was looking extra cut from the effort I had just put into pounding Zach.  I tossed the shirt on the ground and laid there in just my sneakers.  Zach knew exactly what he needed to do to satisfy his craving.  

Standing up, he hastily pulled his shorts down over his shoes and stood over my bench.  I grinned as he grabbed my slick rod and lined it up with his no longer virgin hole.   Then I sighed as he gently sat down, letting my meat slide into him until he was sitting all the way down, shivering as he reveled in the sensation of being stuffed full.

“That’s right, boy. Ride that cock.  Oh yeah this is just what you needed,” I told him gruffly as I gave him a playful smack on the ass and then gave both of those cheeks a nice grab.  

Zach squealed as I pulled his cheeks apart and yanked him down even further, sending Will’s dick even deeper into him.  

I could see it his eyes that he would never be the same.  He needed this feeling in his life, and he would always be thankful to me for giving him this gift.  The little runt gasped as I used my strength to add force to his descents, powerfully pulling him down onto my own upward thrusts.  Will’s powerful thighs and core served me well as I yanked him down so hard against me that it sounded like someone was getting bitch slapped.  

We were both dripping with sweat when I saw the look in his eyes that gave it all away.  Zach’s breathing was picking up, and his moans were building up to wails as I pounded him faster and faster.  He looked like he was going to collapse or pass out, but his craving kept him going as he slammed himself down onto my rod.  I felt his hole quivering and clenching, a signal of the geyser of pressure building in his crotch.  

His vocal tone was getting higher by the second until he finally tossed his head back and sank down onto my dick—this time the entrance triggered his untouched and throbbing cock to shoot out the first shot of his load.  It’s like he was some sort of cum pump as each new thrust into his spasming boycunt milked out another load onto my chest and abs.  I smirked as I pulled him down particularly hard, making him yelp as a shot of cum launched extra far, right into my open and waiting mouth.

I noticed though that even when his cum stopped dribbling out, my thrusts kept setting him off as if he were in the middle of an orgasm.  He looked confused but overwhelmed in ecstasy.  I was all too happy to oblige as I kept yanking him down onto my throbbing meat.  The best part is that his hole was still spasming as if it were post-orgasm—that sort of cock massage was too much for any man to handle for long, so I had no problem at all as I felt the blood rushing to my crotch and getting me ready to seed Zach’s used hole.  

“I’m gonna fill you up, Zach.  You’ll always have a bit of Will in you from now on,” I told him as I started getting more erratic and restless with my own movements as I slammed our bodies together. I was practically growling at that point as the pressure built in my balls to the absolute breaking point.  

“Ohhhhhhh FUCK YEAH!” I howled as I pistoned into him, sending ounce after ounce of my warm seed into his hungry hole.  

Zach was still riding the wave of his mysterious extended orgasm as he felt the undeniable comfort of a fresh load filling his insides.  I tossed my head around leaned up so he was sitting on me as I wrapped my arms around him and brought him close to me for a sloppy kiss.  We both moaned into each other’s mouths as I made my last thrusts into him before leaving him impaled on my meat as we embraced and tasted each other’s mouths.  

“I think that counts as a workout,” I told him, eliciting a chuckle of agreement.  

“Will, that was amazing. I-I never knew I could feel anything like that.  It was like heaven was inside me,” Zach told me in admiration and appreciation.  

I just gave Zach a playful kiss before helping him off of my cock.  We both got dressed and left the free weight room, leaving just my sweaty imprint on the bench where we screwed.  It was just in the nick of time too because some doctors walked in right as we finished rounding up our stuff.  We both chuckled quietly as we watched a more mature guy lay down right on the sweaty bench where we had just had our wild morning.

This had become one of my favorite pastimes.  I laid a towel over Will’s bed and laid down, lifting his legs up in the air and spreading them wide so I’d have access to his eternally tight hole.  It didn’t matter how much abuse it took, Will’s mancunt seemed to have a superhuman ability to retighten itself.  That’s part of what made this so enjoyable time and time again.  

“mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhh,” I cooed as I worked a well lubed nine-inch dildo inside.  It took some effort to get it in past the head, but once Will’s tight hole snapped back around the shaft, it was so easy for me to just feed inch after inch inside me.  

My toes curled and I gasped for breath as I kept sliding it in me, slowly stretching me to my deepest depths until I pushed the last inch in and I was stuffed and stretched to the hilt. I lowered my legs and just laid in the bed, euphoria sweeping over me as I worshiped Will’s carved abs and sculpted chest.  The sensations were magnified because they always seemed to ignite the nerve endings in my host’s ass.  

The next part was my favorite because I released my hold on Will’s body with ever improving proficiency and instantly found myself floating above his shocked and floating body.  That was something I had learned to control—whether he would be passed out or instantly be awake and aware—I wanted him to be as aware as possible for this…

“HUH?! OHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Will yelled out as he felt the nine inch dildo wedged comfortably inside him.

He was afraid to move because even just squirming in surprise made his cock rush full of blood and sensation.  

“Wh-What the fuck?” Will said in horror and confusion as he wondered how he got in that position and why he seemed to be blacking out so much.  

I grinned in my astral form and fell down onto him, making him gasp as every muscle in his body seized from head to toe.  Will winced as he fought the invasion of my essence, but with one last groan he arched his back and I was back in control, looking up and squirming in delight from the sensation of his clenched hole gripping the dildo so tightly.  

“I just can’t imitate that,” I said with a grin as I let go and floated out of Will again, enjoying the instant shock on his face as he regained control.  

“Nnnnnnggggggggg Why the fuck is this happening?!” Will called out.

He had just a few seconds to revel before I freefell back into him all over again, filling him to capacity and making him wince as he fought to keep control of his body. Again, it was all in vain as his back arched and his clenched face relaxed into my sly smile.  I shivered some more as I felt the pleasure of his clenched hole around the dildo.  

I decided to finally test out my earlier theory about my abilities as I released my hold, only to force my way back inside right as Will was gasping in his usual shock.  He was squirming and writhing and arching his back as I took full control, only for me to release immediately after regaining his vision.  I built up my pace and proficiency until my form was literally swooping in and out of Will instantaneously, cycling in and out of his body at least one time per second, leaving him in an endless state of thrashing legs and cries of confusion and ecstasy.  His body was my plaything.  It’s like I was literally fucking him with my astral essence.  His whole body was just one mancunt for me to thrust in and out of. I released and gave him a break.

“Please!  No more!” he begged as he laid in the bed gasping for breath, covered in sweat and clenching every muscle in his body from head to toe. His engorged cock was leaking precum by the drop, but as I smirked and fell back into Will one last time for the day, his hole clenched around that dildo and triggered his long overdue orgasm, giving Will a blast of pleasure as he faded away.  

I woke up gasping for breath and succumbing to an involuntarily arching back as I grabbed the sheets and thrashed my legs on the bed, toes clenched tightly as the shots of cum rocketed out like weapons.  In a frenzy, I grabbed the dildo with both hands and slammed it in, timing it with my pulsating cock and making the cum launch out even farther and harder.  The shots of Will’s seed were literally spraying in the air, landing everywhere within a 4 foot radius until I raised his trembling legs in the air and opened my mouth, hungrily swallowing the last intense shots that practically rocketed down my throat.  As the shots lost intensity, I collapsed my legs back on the bed and watched my meat launch the last sputtering shots of cum over my sculpted and sweaty torso.  I laid there, covered in cum and stuffed full of a nine inch dildo as I drifted to sleep, officially the happiest guy in the world.  

anonymous asked:

Love your blog so much! Just curious does the Jamie in FMM Carey any weapons?

Flood my Mornings: Some Sunday Morning 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Aisles (Jamie visits a modern supermarket)


September, 1950

Some Sunday morning is goin’ to be 

Some Sunday morning for someone and me! 

Bells will be chiming an old melody, 

‘Specially for someone and me!

“I truly dinna understand it Claire,” Jamie said, shaking his head at me. 

What?” 

“I canna remember ye ever being musically inclined, back in the days before, but seems every moment I turn around, now, you’re fair bursting out into song!” 

“What can I say, darling?” I sighed dramatically, batting my lashes. “You put a song in my heart!” 

Our eyes met and we both burst into gales of laughter at the sickly-sweet endearment. 

Sickly-sweet….but accurate, I thought, my heart feeling light. 

We turned the corner onto Burnham Avenue, pushing Bree before us in her pram. It was a little chilly for a September morning, and there was a whiff of winter in the air; not enough to keep us from our usual Sunday walk before mass, but enough that Jamie kept his arm around me as we walked, and I snuggled happily into his shoulder. 

Summ-summy-morneeen,” sang Bree.  

“Oh, so she’s a wee songster, as well!” Jamie said, amused, peering down at her. “I’m to be overrun by you tuneful lot, then!” 

“I think I picked it up from Uncle Lamb,” I mused. “He used to sing under his breath as he dug or wrote. Used to drive me bananas, in fact,” I said, laughing. “I’ll do my best to cut it out, I promise!”

“No, no,” Jamie replied hastily, grinning. “It’s charming, Sassenach, truly. I only wish I could join along wi’ y–” 

Jamie stopped dead, staring ahead as I was… at the swarm of police cars at the end of the street. 


“God, it’s…just terrible,” I said for perhaps the dozenth time. I could see the reflection of my hands shaking as I finished pinning up my hair in the mirror. 

Approaching the melée of flashing lights and sirens, hearts pounding, we had joined the small huddle of concerned neighbors, hearing the story that trickled back in low whispers.

The Nortons. That was their name. We had never known that, just recognized them from occasionally crossing paths at the park or market: a husband, wife, and three small children, all with white-blonde hair, such that Jamie had always referred to them fondly in passing as ‘the ducklings.’ The father was a banker, someone said. The mother was often to be seen in her yard tending flowers. Nice people. Normal people.  

An armed man had broken into the family’s house in the night, threatened them, then beat and bound the parents before locking all five of them in a windowless closet. The vandal then stripped the house of its valuables and made off into the night. It was nearly eight hours later that a paperboy happened to hear the children’s cries and the family was rescued. No lasting injuries sustained, thank God, but all five severely and understandably terrified by the ordeal of the night.

Terrible,” I said again, shuddering at the memory of the five blanked-wrapped figures clinging close together in their front yard. 

As I finished affixing my hat, Jamie walked down the hall to join me in the foyer. He had said nothing the entire walk back to the house. He’d remained silent as we’d washed and dressed and gotten Bree ready, preparing for the service. 

“We’d best get on our way, I suppose,” I said, less than enthusiastically checking my wristwatch and scooping Bree off the living room rug. “Only fifteen minutes to mass.” 

“I’m no’ going to mass this morning,” he said with almost no inflection. 

“Oh, good,” I said, relieved, though a bit miffed that he hadn’t said so before I’d made a to-do of getting myself and Bree dressed and coiffed. “I’m not much in the mood eith–wh–?….Jamie, where are you going?” For he had taken up his hat and overcoat and was putting them on, clearly meaning to go out. 

He didn’t look up. “To buy a weapon.” 

Taken aback by this blunt answer as I was, I supposed it was only natural given what we’d just seen. He’d slept with a dirk under his pillow for the first three years of our marriage, had he not? I shifted Bree in my arms, letting her play with my hair. “I’m not sure there will be many stores open on a Sunday morning where you can buy a decent knife. You may want to wait until—”

“No’ a knife, Sassenach. I’m going to buy a pistol.”  

“Like hell you are.” 

He stared at me, for a moment perfectly blank with surprise. I stared right back, one eyebrow raised in defiance. He was actually speechless. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. I heaved a sigh, half-laughing. “God, men and their love of toys.” 

Toys?” Jamie whispered, sounding as though he didn’t believe his own ears. 

“Toy-toysies-toys!” came a far more cheerful voice at my ear. I knelt to set Bree down on the living room floor, opening the basket that held a small selection of toys and books. She set to her work, happily finding George the Rabbit and her favorite wooden blocks. 

Jamie was still standing in the foyer, I could see from the corner of my eye, giving me a patient look as he explained, “It’s to keep in the house, Sassenach, the pistol. I dinna mean to carry it about wi’ me.”

“Even so,” I said, rising and facing him with my arms crossed. “Absolutely not.” 

Jamie’s face hardened and reddened now. “After learning what we did this morning…? How could you possibly not wish to see us better protected, Claire?”

“The burglar didn’t discharge his weapon, Jamie. He didn’t shoot at the family. He just had a gun.”

“Ye think every scoundrel will be satisfied wi’ that? The Nortons were lucky, that’s all. We willna be caught empty-handed like they were.” 

“Jamie, darling,” I said through slightly gritted teeth, “this is a different time.” 

Jamie made an angry sound in his throat, gesturing sharply. “But there’s still evil in the world, no? I read the newspapers, Claire–I ken fine that there are as many sick bastards now as in 1743, if none so recognizable at first sight. So dinna give me that tripe that there’s no danger to be had in 1950.”

“Yes, but this isn’t the bloody Highlands, either,” I snapped, picking up my coat and purse and brushing past him, feeling the alarming heat of true discord boiling between us for the first time in recent memory, and wanting to blink my eyes and have all melt away.

“And what’s that meant to signify?” came the sharp question from behind me.

“This is an advanced civil society the like of which no one of your century could have even dreamed,” I said crisply, opening the door to the closet at the end of the hall. “There’s rule of law that keeps your ‘sick bastards’ from extorting and murdering people with impunity.” 

“Oh, aye? So it’s all well and good if Claire Fraser is shot and killed, because the perpetrator will go to prison for it in the end, is that it?” 

AND–” I ignored this jab out of hand. I was angry and getting angrier, but I was slow and fussy with hanging my things l, not ready to turn and face him as I barrelled forward. “–the other side of that ordered society is that even if Jamie Fraser thinks it’s merited, he can’t just shoot someone at the slightest provocation!” 

“I dinna intend to shoot at any provocation….” He was straining to keep calm, but I could clearly hear the danger rising between his clenched teeth. “…except that someone enters this house to do violence against my family.”

I turned on my heel and gave him a look of steel. “Jamie, I won’t have a gun in this house. They’re dangerous and unnecessary.”

“’Unnecessary’?” He was almost six feet away, but even at that safe distance, his own look could have sliced me in two. I jumped back in reflex as he snarled, “You would rather be shot–rather *our daughter* or the next bairn be killed before our eyes– than have me keep a weapon under our roof? Is that what you’re telling me?” 

I threw up my hands in abject frustration and panic. “Jamie, that isn’t bloody fair!”

“How? HOW is what I’m saying unreasonable, Claire?” He was shaking with rage. “DAMN YOU, Claire, TELL ME!”  

“What if Bree got hold of your bloody pistol without you knowing and thought it a toy and pulled the trigger?? She could—”

He was seething, deep scarlet, moments from complete eruption. “Ye think—I’d be—so careless—as to—”

Accidents, Jamie!” I said, throwing up my hands and bustling into the bedroom to escape that look. “Accidents happen! Don’t you ever see that in your newspapers? And it’s not just Bree I’m worried about—YOU could shoot someone out of your bloodyminded warrior instinct and be put away for life to rot in some prison cell, and THEN where would we fucking be??”

His voice was low and lethal from the doorway, barely a whisper.  “In all the years you’ve known me… in ALL the dangers we’ve faced…have you ever known me to act rashly in danger? EVER?” he hissed. “Have I ever struck or killed by accident?

“Jamie that’s beside the—” I turned, pleading, and suddenly he was only inches from me, his breath hot on my face. “Dar–Darling, listen, you have to trust m—”

“NO!” he bellowed, leaning down so close to me that I tried to step back but was trapped by the wall, trapped by those blue eyes blazing. “No, Claire, I DO NOT have to trust you on this. What ye choose to wear, what profession you pursue: concerning those I have chosen trust you, no matter how much they might gall me–.but I will not TRUST you and Bree to the CHANCE that invaders will be merciful or stupid!  Do ye hear me?

“Jamie, I–”

“I will NOT live knowing myself to be at a disadvantage to those that would attempt to harm my family. And the fact that you would leave ME to be shot first wi’ only a knife in my hand–That your–your–PRINCIPLES are more important than–”

“…Da?” 

We both snapped our heads to the bedroom door, where Bree stood clutching George, eyes overflowing with tears, her sweet face a mask of horror.

Jamie made a sound….a pitiful sound…shame and despair….and turned away from us both, retreating to the space between the bed and wall.

I went at once to Bree and swept her up into my arms, patting and soothing. “It’s alright, baby, hush, now, everything’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine…but God, he was right. 

It wasn’t my ‘principles,’ though. As much as I did think it dangerous to allow the easy purchase of guns generally, that wasn’t the reason I didn’t want one in our house. 

It was that I was afraid of being afraid again. I didn’t want to live once more in a world where people sought to attack, maim, rape, and destroy me and those I held dear. Knowing evil exists in the world is one thing; acknowledging that such dangers might find me, my loved ones–that was what had pierced me with terror; as if arming against danger would call it forth. 

which was utterly foolish, I realized as soon as the thought crossed my mind. The English deserters in that long-ago glade after our first wedding had not attacked me because I carried a sgian dubh–the having of it had simply allowed me to do what needed to be done to defend myself…and Jamie.

His face was averted, hung between his shoulders as he leaned with both hands against the wall; but I could see his shoulders shaking, and hear the desperate effort to which he went to suppress (almost suppress) bitter sobs.

I came close behind him, slowly, Bree sniffling and gasping on my shoulder as her own tears failed to subside. I laid a hand softly on his arm and said firmly, but I hoped not coldly, “If we must have it….we’ll keep it locked in the bedside drawer.”

“Thank you,” he said softly. Then after a long silence he turned fast and crushed us to him. “I’m sorry….sorry, Claire….I didna mean… I ken ye dinna want this…but…” 

I crushed him right back, or as best I could with only one free arm. 

No, I didn’t want this, but he was right: never once had I seen him err in battle or hand-to-hand combat. In decisions? In words? God, yes; too many times to count. But In blows? When lives were on the line? Never. There was no one on earth I trusted more than him, not just in some romantic, theoretical way; but also in the capability of his mind and body to act with decision and incision. 

I hated this…but I was choosing to trust him. 

“I’m sorry, Sassenach. And you, a leannan,” he said to Bree, “Da is verra sorry he frightened ye.” 

He spoke gently in Gaelic to her–I love you, sweetheart–and kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around us both again and exhaling heavily. 

“Claire, I–” he said, haltingly, and I could hear the pain in it; the regret. “I ken there’s no valor in this. It’s fear that screams at me to insist upon this thing, rather than submit and trust that all will be well. It’s just that…” His mouth went dry and he had to swallow. “I’ve nothing in the world save you two.

“You think I have?” I choked out, his fear seemed to creep across the space between our feet and snake up my leg into my heart. 

He pressed his cheek hard into the top of my head. “I pray wi’ all my soul, Claire… that we never once have to unlock the drawer.”



Song: Some Sunday Morning from San Antonio (1945)


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Alison Saar’s sculptures manifest profound metaphors between the black female body and broader systems of nature and time. They illustrate—perhaps even perform—oblique mythological narratives in which women gather materials from the natural world and, in turn, dissolve into it. The body itself becomes a vehicle for the collapsing of divergent times and places, invoking histories and practices from throughout the African Diaspora. In turn, the visceral shapes and rough-hewn surfaces in Saar’s sculptures manifest the artist’s own intensive, embodied labor and mastery of obstinate materials. Here, a woman’s disembodied head stands supported by a nest of her own hair. The head is carved from wood, the hair is made from metal wire. The work’s title, Deluge, makes an explicit reference to a natural phenomenon loaded with spiritual and wrathful connotations. But this biblical flood takes form as the woman’s hair. In this manner, Saar dialectically positions the female body as a mediator between nature (the form, the flood) and industry (the materials), acknowledging that their bodies are beholden to broader systems—perhaps even constructed by them, if we are to believe Foucault—while at the same time suggesting that in locating the body as the nexus where all of these forces convene, we can begin to reassert some agency.

Alison Saar, Deluge (From “Silt, Soot and Smut”), 2016

Here’s to hoping Braun doesn’t disappear from social media while rehabbing (I’M LOOKING AT YOU SETH ROLLINS YA LIL SHIT) and instead takes a path akin to Finn’s where he posts pictures of himself all the fuckin time, both in a rehab setting and out, and he’s on twitter all the time and I JUST NEED BRAUN TO FLOOD ALL FORMS OF SOCIAL MEDIA SINCE IT’LL BE A BILLION YEARS TIL HE COMES BACK PLS

Coffee You Happy (Bucky Barnes x Deaf!Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Deaf!Reader

Word Count: 1, 540

Genre: Fluff!!!!!!/Romance

Request: Hi! I have a request, Bucky X reader where reader is deaf and Clint teaches Buck sign language to talk to the reader better?

A/N: I got so carried away writing this oh my goodness. I’m so sorry for being MIA for over a week but all my exams are coming up and I’ve been studying like crazy so updates will be a little less frequent for a while. This is unedited (oops) so any mistakes I’ll fix up tomorrow. Anyway, italics mean sign language for those wondering. Happy reading!

Your name: submit What is this?


It was a bitter Thursday morning in The Avengers Tower. Members of the team were scattered around the place- some were catching up on sleep, some training, some on missions, and some seated in the living room.

You had your legs draped over Clint’s lap whilst engrossed in your most recent book and Clint was playing some kind of game on his IPad, which whenever anyone said it was stupid they would hear the “it’s a strategic game that tests your reaction times and your stamina” rant. To which they would always reply, “Clint, it’s Candy Crush”. Tony was seated across from you both listening to some appalling music, as usual. It was times like that when you were thankful you couldn’t hear too well.

An unlikely friendship between yourself and Clint sparked up when you joined the team just over 15 months ago. Before you met everyone, Steve had told them in advance about your disability, specifically telling Clint about it.

Since then, you spent most of your time in the company of Clint and/or Nat. You’d go with him to visit his family after missions as you and Laura were extremely close, and you’d communicate with each other through sign language- a perfect excuse to make fun of the other avengers without them understanding.

After Bucky joined the team he noticed the way you’d squint your eyes as someone spoke to you if there was too much background noise, or the way you’d manipulate your hands to communicate with Clint. At first he was completely oblivious to the fact that you were deaf; if it wasn’t for Steve explaining it to him he’d probably spend the rest of his time thinking you deliberately ignored him.

Over the past few weeks, yourself and Bucky had been getting to know each other more. He would come and visit you when you were both free. It started when he began talking to you about your book; a grin was spread hugely across his face as you spoke. As your visits became more regular, your conversations became laced in seriousness instead of the light heartedness of prior conversations.

You didn’t mind at all, but it became apparent that Bucky would get completely lost in what he was saying and his pace would quicken and he’d splutter out his words, meaning it was a struggle for you to understand everything he was saying. Having a hearing impairment meant your ability to fully understand was limited, you’d focus so hard on lip reading that you’d forget to actually take in what he was saying.

Of course, Bucky noticed. He would blush radically, and apologise profusely. Not forgetting to mentally scold himself whilst he was at it. You’d reassure him as soon as the apologies started but it would never work and he’d always leave in a ball of embarrassment.  

Unbeknown to you, Bucky had been doing more than humiliating himself.  He had been scheduling meetings with Clint in order to learn sign language. He had tried attending classes for it but being in a stranger’s company made him feel uncomfortable. Clint was his last option.

At first, talking to you was partially meaningless, nothing other than a way to kill his boredom. But the more you revealed yourself to him, the more you gave him glances at the snapshots of your life, the more he found himself falling deeper and deeper.

Before he knew it, talking to you became the highlight of his day.

So when he noticed you getting visibly frustrated whilst he spoke, it shattered all of his hopes of your relationship developing. Communication was key to any successful relationship, but every time he spoke it was hard for you to understand him, leaving the both of you defeated. Which lead him to the conclusion that sign language was his last resort.

He had learnt enough sign language to hold a decent conversation with someone; he knew all the basics and was almost fluent in the alphabet. Clint had encouraged him to talk to you as soon as possible but he hadn’t found the courage to do it.

What if you thought he was a complete fool and laughed in his face?

He pushed that thought to the back of his head as he strolled into the living room, glancing around to find you. Clint tapped your foot gently, signalling to Bucky when you snapped your head at him. Before you had the chance to greet him, Bucky was holding his human hand out to you, rocking on the balls of his feet nervously. You furrowed your eyebrows before standing up and accepting, glancing at Clint who just grinned knowingly.

Bucky lead you through the hall until he came to a door labelled ‘private’. He inhaled deeply before ushering you into the foreign room. The realisation hit you as soon as you entered. This was the old, almost unrecognisable conference room. The walls were no longer lined with stacks of chairs and the huge glass table that was usually placed in the middle was absent.

Instead, there was a small wooden table located opposite two adjacent armchairs that had been placed in there, all facing the New York skyline. A set of Tulips were placed neatly on the table along with a tall flickering candle that’s reflection could be seen in the glass.

Countless questions were whizzing around in your brain, but the reassuring feeling of Bucky holding your hand was enough to silence every single one of them. He directed you over to the pair of chairs, you both sat down in silence, taking in the extraordinary landscape ahead of you.

Bucky turned to you, fumbling with the sleeve of his shirt nervously. “Hello Y/N,” He signed, his human and metal hands colliding with each other.

Unsure, you signed a hello back, staring at his hands. He began rubbing the nape of his neck as if to calm himself down.

“For months-“Bucky began signing, but stopped cautiously. You nodded at him, urging for him to go on, “I have practised to sign.”

“Why?” You breathed. Your eyes searched his face for an answer but his eyes were closed and his face scrunched up.

“I want to talk to you, and this was the only way.” He signed shakily, his lip becoming trapped by his teeth.

Your heart was beating at an abnormal pace and your cheeks were reddening by the second as you turned over what he said in your head. A flood of tears were forming behind your eyes as the man in front of you reached over for your hand. Nobody had ever done such a grand gesture for you. Even your old friends refused to learn any form of sign language because it was too difficult.

“Bucky. You really didn’t have to do this for me,” You said softly, “-but this means so much to me.”

“I wanted to coffee you happy,” Bucky signed.

A giggle escaped your lips at what Bucky had said. It was common to muddle the words ‘make’ and ‘coffee’ up, especially for a beginner, but you couldn’t help but laugh at him.  

Bucky frantically shook his head and began getting to his feet urgently. You reached out towards him and grasped both of his hands. You slowly made the gesture for coffee, “This one means coffee.” You then moved his hands to form the sign of make, “And this one means make.”

Bucky began laughing at his error as you tried to encourage him. “This is harder than you and Clint make it look,” He spoke, traces of laughter still clear on his face.

“You’re doing well.” You motioned slowly, your eyes glittering with happiness.

Bucky leant over to the arrangement of yellow tulips on the table and grabbed them. “Your favourites,” Bucky began. “You told me you loved these on a mission.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at your shock. You remember that mission fondly and at almost every party Natasha tells the story of you stopping fighting Hydra to pick some yellow Tulips that were growing and wearing one in your hair for the rest of the day. You were surprised Bucky remembered.

“You remembered?” Bucky nodded in response to your question. He handed you the flowers slowly, a warm look spread across his face at your reaction. You admired the flowers carefully, before diverting your attention back towards Bucky.

“So,” He closed his eyes slightly before continuing to sign, “How about a date?”

Your eyes lit up immediately, a hoard of elephants began dancing around in your stomach. It was as if you could feel every little step they made and a jolt of nervousness erupted over your whole body.

“As if I’d say no to you,” You grinned hugely. You signed a hurried “Yes.” Before moving over to where Bucky was sitting. He stood up, towering over you as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Your head was buried in his shirt and he rested his chin on top of your head.

“I’m one lucky girl, Barnes,” You mumbled. You knew in that moment that there was no other place better than together and in his arms, and you sure as hell didn’t want to let go.

nightmares

She woke up screaming, arms thrashing frantically as the reality of the nightmare stayed embedded in her mind. Kai jolted awake next to her and a worried expression flashed on his face. He reached for her arms and tried to pull her towards him, but she withered away and scurried to the other side of their large bed. Guards kicked open the door and stood at attention. He nodded at them to leave. “I can handle it,” Kai said. “Don’t make it worse for her.”

Cinder wouldn’t stop screaming.

Text scrawled over her vision telling her of how she would be sobbing at this very moment. It informed her that she was on the verge of overheating. If she didn’t calm down, she would shutdown. But the dream had taken the worst toll on her. It had all seemed so real. She pushed away from Kai as he tried to wrap his arms around her. She heard him release a constrained sigh.

She knew she was hurting him. 

She knew she was hurting herself.

After nearly a half an hour, she finally stopped screaming. She let Kai hold onto her. He breathed against her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. She wondered if their relationship would always consist of them trying to calm the other out of a stupor. They both had nightmares—it was always the game of who would crack first and who would have to play the savior.

Tonight, it was Cinder who cracked. “It was so real,” She choked out. “You were dead. Thorne was dead. All of them—every single one, Kai—dead. I saw her—she was laughing.” Her voice changed into a wail. “She won! I was going to die. I was covered in your blood, in their blood, in the blood of everyone I let down. It was everywhere. I felt like I was drowning in it.”

Kai inhaled a sharp breath and tightened his hold on her. “It was a dream, Cinder. She’s the one who’s dead. You’re alive and every one of your friends are, too. I’m right here, darling.”

She curled against him, whimpering ever so slightly. He knew this nightmare must’ve been one of the worst. It was usually all the same—she had failed and lost, and everyone was dying. But this one must have been more real than the others. Cinder was never this vulnerable. She was never this torn apart.

She always tried to be stronger than what she really was. She tried to be much more than the sum of her parts. And she definitely was, but Kai wouldn’t have cared if she broke down every day. It was good for her. She shouldn’t keep it inside of her for so long. He felt so much love for her that he would gladly cry enough tears and have enough nightmares for the both of them, if it were possible. He wished it were possible.

Cinder toyed with the buttons on his shirt. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. She was shaking. He ran his hands along her back. He drew circles on her arms. She was still shaking.

“She made me kill them,” She whispered after a while. “I had to kill you with only my hands.” A jolt shook her and she whimpered again. “It felt so real. It felt so real. It felt so real.” She kept on repeating the words. Kai stared at her, concern flooding his eyes and forming tears at their bases.

“It wasn’t real.” He stroked her cheek and willed her to calm down. What he wouldn’t give to suffer her nightmares for her. He would’ve done anything to relieve her of her misery. He would’ve … “I’m here. She didn’t make you do anything. I love you.”

She shivered against him. “You said that even while I pierced your heart. You kept on saying it—I love you, Cinder. You’re stronger than she is, Cinder. I believe in you, Cinder. But none of it was true because in the end all I did was give in. And I …”

Over and over and over again her brain reminded her that she would be crying. They stayed entwined together all through the night. Kai soothed her whenever she broke into another fit. Not once did they fall back asleep.

The next night, it was Kai who cracked.

COMBAT ! REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

★★★★★★★★☆☆  — strength
★★★★★★★★☆☆  — offense
★★★★★★★☆☆☆   — defense
★★★★★★★☆☆☆  — speed
★★★★★★★★☆☆  — durability
★★★★★★★★☆☆  — accuracy
★★★★★★★★☆☆   — agility
★★★★★★★★★★— stamina
★★★★★★★★☆☆  — teamwork
★★★★★★★★★★ — stealth  
★★★★★★★★★★  — close combat        
★★★★★★★★★★ — bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s )
★★★★★★★★★★  — blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )  
★★★★★★★★★★  — ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s )
★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  — superpowers / abilities
★★★★★★★★☆☆  — traps/setups
★★★★★★★★☆☆  — medic

any lasting injuries from combat? ) –
Several. Far too many for him to remember all of them; significant ones are ones he obtained from surgery/augmentations, one on his neck from a flood infection form almost infecting him, and a scar on his shoulder from a Hunter’s shield.

fighting style?   ( BOLD any that apply. )  —
commander  /  duelist  /  honorable  / dishonorable /  would have others do their fighting /  stealthy/ long-ranged  / melee  /  technological /  sorcery  / superhuman abilities  /  has fought in a tourney  / a lover of fighting  / a hater of fighting  /  cowardly  /  reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks  /  renowned for their skill /  trained  /  untrained / keeps skill secret  /  won a battle / lost a battle /  ruthless  /  merciful

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Inktober #15!

A little experiment of combining elements of Halo characters, I combined the Humans with the Hunters, who in the lore cannot become flood combat forms due to them being made of colonies of Worms that lack sufficient Calcium and instead just turn into that goopy biomass.

So yeah, bit of a what if concept piece.

Okay so first of all I have problems actually calling it Taíno mythology because 1) there was more than one culture inhabiting Puerto Rico at certain points (the Saladoids and the Huecan cohabited) and 2) Taíno is the word the Spaniards imposed on the natives of the island and we don’t actually know what they called themselves. Still, I’ll use Taíno for reasons of simplification.

Also, most of what’s known of Taíno cosmology comes from accounts written by the Spanish priests that accompanied Columbus and his people on the different voyages, with the rest being interpretations of material culture made by modern archaeologists. Basically all the chroniclers were super racist and their accounts were warped, referring to the native gods as devils, but some tried to maintain a measure of neutrality. Bartolomé de Las Casas was the best in this aspect, in my opinion, though Ramón Pané's Relación acerca de las antigüedades de los Indios is also good.

KEEP IN MIND whatever I write here is not assured to be true and is subjective to my limited knowledge as an anthropology and archaeology student! 

Anyway let’s get started off. I’m gonna make a list of the deities I know of and explain them a little. Something you should know is that the Taíno belief system was based in cemís, which are representations of deities and spirits through the natural world, for which they carved the likeness of their gods and goddesses on stone and wood and other materials. Another important thing to keep in mind is that the Taíno are believed to have subscribed to the mindset of names equaling power, thus the more names someone had the more powerful. Thus I’ll start with deities with the most names.

  1. Atabey Yermao Guacar Apito Zuimaco - the earth mother, she gave birth to the main god of the Taíno pantheon. She’s considered to be associated with the Moon and with underground places like caves, as well as fresh water, including rivers and springs. She’s a fertility goddess as well, and cemís with her likeness were passed over women in labor in order to assure a successful birth. She’s also said to have gifted humans with maracas and taught them to use said instruments to perform magic.
  2. Yocahú Bagua Maorocoti - son of Atabey, he was the Taíno people’s main god, for he was the source of sustenance. He’s god of agriculture, particularly cassava (the main Taíno crop) and god of the sea (and thus of fish, since Puerto Rico lacked land animals big enough to be worth hunting). Being the main god, he’s the one the Spaniards decided to christianize into Yukiyú, the god of good, basically equivalent to the Christian God, to help convert natives.
  3. Maquetaurie Guayaba - god of the dead, he is Lord of Coaybay, the Taíno Underworld. Legend goes that originally, when people died they simply ceased to exist. Maquetaurie Guayaba was saddened by this, since the gods were immortal but humans just stopped existing, so he went to Atabey and pleaded with her so she would allow him to make a place where human souls (goeiza) could go after dying. Atabey granted Maquetaurie Guayaba’s wish, and he was allowed to create Coaybay, where the souls of the dead go to reside. Fun fact: ‘guayaba’ is also the Spanish word for the guava fruit. When the dead left Coaybay and roamed the world of the living they were said to be attracted to guava trees and like the taste of guavas. Even funnier fact: a variant spelling of his name is Maketaori, which is indeed my current url.
  4. Boinayel - god of rainy weather, twin of Márohu. He and his twin take turns with the normal weather, maintaining balance. If Boinayel is left in charge for too long the rain drowns the crops.
  5. Márohu - god of sunny weather, twin of Boinayel. He and his twin take turns with the normal weather, maintaining balance. If Márohu is left in charge for too long droughts happen and crops die.
  6. Guabancex - goddess of storms. I mentioned 'normal weather’ in the previous entries because, as befits an island of the Caribbean, there is such a thing as anomalous weather. Specifically, hurricanes. Guabancex, the Lady of Winds, leads the trinity of deities that are responsible for hurricanes. The other two are not her equals, but her servants. Guabancex was said to bring destruction and chaos if the appropriate sacrifices weren’t made to her.
  7. Guataubá - god of thunder and lightning. He’s Guabancex’s herald and precedes her coming announcing her with the roar of thunder and the flash of lightning.
  8. Coatrisquie - god of floods. He’s Guabancex’s other servant and he comes after her bringing the water her winds pick up and unleashing them on settlements in the form of floods.
  9. Bayamanaco - god of fire. Also called Grandfather Fire because he looks like an old man, he held the secret to the creation of fire before the Taíno hero Deminán Caracaracol and his three brothers stole from him, as well as the secret cohoba ritual (used by shamans to contact the gods) and other stuff that led to the creation of humans. Okay it’s complicated.
  10. Guabonito - goddess of healing. She lives under the sea and once cured Albeborael Guahayona from sores he had on his body, teaching him how to cure them and giving him the guanines, or jewels of power and authority that Taíno caciques (chieftains) wore.
  11. Baibrama - he’s a tricky one, I’d call him a god of both fertility and disease/poisons. He is guardian of yuca and its growth and judge of the process of turning it to cazabe bread. If he was displeased he could make people fall ill from yuca poisoning.
  12. Faraguvaol - god of plants and animals. Also called the Regenerator of Nature, he is the guardian of wild animals and plants. Not much else is known about him.
  13. Corocote - trickster god of sexual pleasure and physical attraction. Guardian of romance, he was said to go around settlements sleeping with as many women as he could and frequently leaving them pregnant. He’s also known as 'He of many masters’, 'He of many wives’ and 'He of many children’.

So that’s it for the deities! Well, there’s also Yaya the divine principle or essence and Yayael his son, who are imporant in some myths, but they’re hard to explain.

As you can see, Taíno religion was not the Yukiyú god of good vs Jurakán god of evil stuff they teach in preschool. Yukiyú is the Christian version of Yocahú made to make conversion to Christianity an easier process for natives, and Jurakán isn’t even a god, it’s the word the Taíno used for hurricanes. Probably because the Spaniards couldn’t conceive a female deity of such power as Guabancex and to be able to correlate something to Satan for the same conversion purposes as Yukiyú.

Other stuff I can say, let’s see…

Uh, the Underworld also has a dog guardian in Taíno mythology. His name is Opiyelguabirán and he’s supposed to retrieve the dead that escape during the night (opi'as) before sunrise.

Speakng of opi'as, they were said to take the shape of bats to escape Coaybay but once among mortals they could take human form and would usually seek out their living loved ones because they missed them. They’re like nice zombies. You’d just get scared when you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night to find a deceased loved one lying next to you. Oh and you’d know they were dead because they had no bellybuttons.

This already got pretty long so I’ll leave it there, if anyone has questions please message me! I’m always up for talking about this.

Also, if I’m incorrect about anything which is not only possible but PROBABLE I don’t mind being corrected at all! I’m still a student and this is a tough subject due to the extermination of all the island’s natives and little oral tradition remaining, as well as lack of written records by the natives and heavily biased ones from the Spaniards, and the archaeological data is interpreted by people that have modern viewpoints and values.

So that’s it, I hoped you enjoyed reading and found it interesting and/or educational!

So this is based off a Christmas advert that is running over here rn… Have some Coliver Christmas fluff. I couldn’t resist, and we’re in need of some happiness ;) 

Christmas in the Walsh house had always been a chaotic affair. Amanda Walsh had always made sure her hosting skills were exemplary. so it was no surprise when the entire family descended, year after year. Gemma and her family, Connor and Oliver, her parents, her sister and her clan. Christmas Day easily extended to 15 every year. Not that she minded, she’d take any chance to have her family gathered together, happy.

Christmas Day always passed by in a blur. Wrapping paper strewn everywhere, food passed around at every moment, plenty of drink, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Christmas night always felt like a homely affair, everyone too tired to move, trapped in a food coma. Paper strewn around the house, opened toys dotted around, all having taken up varying amounts of attention. Connor’s mother exhausted from a full day of cooking. Connor insisted on he and Oliver doing the washing up, the least they could do to repay his mother for having them.

“Come on Uncle Connor, you promised you’d play Final Fantasy with me.” Lucas whined, tugging incessantly on his Uncle’s trouser leg.

“I know, bud.” Connor smiled, “But me and Ollie have to do our chores or Grandma Walsh won’t let us have any Hot Chocolate and marshmallows.” He winked with a chuckle. “Give me twenty minutes.” He grinned, his nephew pouting as he sloped back off to the other room, no doubt to pester his father or sister instead.

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The Five Principles: Wisdom of the Axial Age

by  Saṃsāran

These five principles form the foundation of just about every major religion and philosophical system which emerged in that incredible span of years from the 8th to the 3rd century BCE called the Axial Age when Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Classic Greek Philosophy and Christianity all flowered in the same time period. Why? Simple, it is because they are universal and when put into active practice in our daily lives they work. 

Practice of these principles will garb you in a suit of spiritual armor.  Even in the midst of chaos and in the face of evil your heart will be unsullied, calm and serene.

THE FIVE PRINCIPLES: WISDOM OF THE AXIAL AGE

1. Be compassionate. Compassionate in both thought and deed. Learn to recognize that the actions of others is often caused by spiritual pain. Avoid contempt. Avoid those mental judgments we always make of others. Compassion leads to harmony and harmony and balance is the key to inner peace.

2. Be kind.  Very simple. In every interaction you have you have an opportunity to add to the sum total of good.  No act of kindness or charity is too small. It does not matter if you receive gratitude.  At times your acts of kindness will even cause resentment in others. That is their way.  Let yours be kindness.

3. Be Forgiving: Forgive others and mostly yourself.  Forgiveness is not easy.  It requires effort to let past harms and slights go.  You may be perfectly justified in your anger, sorrow or resentment but it does not matter.  Resentments do not harm the object of your resentment.  They harm only you.  Much of our spiritual disharmony is caused by our own self contempt.  We magnify our failings.  We mull over our mistakes and shortcomings again and again.  We compare ourselves to an impossible ideal and then hate ourselves when we fail to measure up.  Forgive yourself. Let it go. There is so much that is good in you and tomorrow brings a new opportunity to achieve your dreams.

4. Be Loving. When you have been compassionate, kind and forgiving you will sense a flood of a unique form of love.  Love of all.  It will well up within you and influence your every action.  It will baffle and confuse others.  People who would confront you, engage you in argument or dispute and who would transmit their own anger to you will be astounded when they see that you are unruffled.  They will not know what to do.  Your calm and peace will affect them.  

5. Be Accepting:  You are not in control of the universe.  Stop taking everything so personally.  It is not all about you. Be humble before the majesty of the universe knowing that it is you and you are it. Things are often not going to go your way.  You may be treated unfairly by others, or be the target of hatred or cruelty.   You are not going to get everything you want. Accept this. Move on.