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Support Your Lavellan’s Vallaslin

I know what you’re thinking, reading that title. “Support slave markings? Did you not pay attention to the game?” But just here me out for a second. I’m not telling you you’re wrong for choosing to remove them, I’m only asking that you listen to this side of it. Because there’s more reasons to keep them than just looking pretty.

DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR TRESPASSER!

Yes, we know from Solas that the vallaslin was in fact slave markings in the ancient days. People would write on their slaves faces in honour of the “gods” they chose to worship.

The vallaslin has a terrible history. They were used as a visual marker of someone’s status. Someone literally tattooed your face with a sign that said, “I’m a slave.” And of course the elves of ancient time would love to have them removed.

But that was then, and this is now. Elves still fall victim to slavery, but by a different race. And on top of that, they have something equally hard to fight. One word. One word my people are very familiar with. That word is:

Cultural assimilation: the process by which a person or a group’s language and/or culture come to resemble those of another group.

In current Thedas, the vallaslin has adopted a new meaning. Yes, the Dalish got it wrong. They got a lot wrong. But their history was rewritten for them. They did not get to choose to become enslaved, have their culture, language, and identities erased. If they saw pictographs of elves with vallaslin, how were they to know the true meaning? When they’ve got such a limited amount of knowledge to go by, everything was probably deemed worth preserving. And so just like us, the fans, they made theories. It just so happened their theories were wrong.
But they didn’t know that of course, and neither did anyone else. And so the vallaslin was never questioned as anything other than a source of pride. It is now a symbol that defines the Dalish. A mark of adulthood that says yes, I am a Dalish elf, and I refuse to submit to the humans.

Lavellan is the head of a Chantry-connected organization, and if you don’t think for a minute the people look for every opportunity to assimilate them, then just remember the original inquisitor, Ameridan. Revealed to actually be an elven mage, when the Chantry wrote in the history books that he was a human warrior. Because their racist minds cannot compute with the idea of an elf holding a position of power.
Constantly, Chantry shit is shoved down the Inquisitor’s throat. From the beginning to end people keep expecting them to suddenly give up their people’s religion and adopt Andraste, for no other reason than just because they think it’s better.
The Winter Palace was hell for Lavellan. (Just as much for Adaar, and somewhat for Cadash, too.) Everywhere they went they had people either telling them how civilized they were “for an elf,” or the exact opposite, saying they can’t believe the Inquisitor is a “rabbit.” As well as the constant sexualisation as well. (A Lavellan having to overhear the guards’ gossip about the elven servants like they’re objects for the taking, holy shit.)
So it makes sense for Lavellan to want to hold onto as many things that differentiate them from what the Chantry wishes they were. And that includes the vallaslin.

It was once a bad thing, but does it have to be anymore? I’m not saying yes or no, just pondering. But what I do know is the Dalish are not the bad guys for having it. They use it as a visual defense mechanism, really. And I don’t think most Lavellans would give it up so easily. At least not without some serious thought.

At the end, if Lavellan keep the vallaslin, Corypheus taunts the Inquisitor. Saying they “wear their slave markings with pride.” And while it probably wouldn’t be with the same level of pride as before, I still think that statement would be true. Pride that Lavellan refuses to bend to the human world they’ve been enveloped in. Pride that Lavellan retains their Dalish roots. Pride that they are not human, and will never be human.

I wish I didn’t have to worry about politics. I really wish that. But life isn’t that simple. Your entire life depends upon the political views of the people who govern you. That’s why I am an anti-feminist. Dont be mistaken though, I am totally pro-equality. Feminism isn’t about equality. I know what Wikipedia definitions will tell you but that isn’t what actually feminism is about, and most of us know it. And that kinda proves my point about politics. Why is Wikipedia still worships feminist con-artists like Anita Sarkeesian and demonizes Gamergate as a hate movement? Because feminists control most of the political game of the west. The authoritarian left, telling us how to keep our legs (manspreading), how to talk (mansplaining), banning free speech (intolerance of criticism against feminism, Islam, etc) and what not. This needs to stop. From where I stand, MGTOW is the only way out.

Show Me Love 2

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Plot: Sometimes friends help with one’s romantic dilemmas.  Sometimes, they’re just assholes about it.

Warnings: StudentXProfessor relationship (No minors involved, Reader is a Grad student and completely legal at the age of 25), Language (you all know me by now, I mean c’mon), sexual tension, shitty bro talk (I’m bad at it because I’m not a dude, go figure ;P), shitty text images

A/N: Have some Bucky POV!  Also, my love for making Natasha the sassy best friend knows no fucking bounds. I apologize that I couldn’t generate a group text image, but Wanda only texts a couple of times, and I figured they were easy enough to gather that they were hers (She did what??? and anything about Vision lol) Let’s play a game called spot Lena’s crack-ships! ❤️

⬅️⬅️PART 1 ||| PART 3➡️➡️

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

“ ‘I think a woman like you deserves to be worshiped’?”  Steve mocked with uproarious laughter as he handed Bucky a beer. “What the hell?”

“Jesus, man I don’t know!  It just slipped out!”

“That is by far the cheesiest line you’ve ever used.  Sam agrees from his stool at the side of the pool table.

“I don’t know, do you remember the line he used on his last girl?” Steve questions as he lines up his shot.  The three of them usually came here on Monday nights to blow off the beginning of the week steam, seeing as they didn’t have any classes to teach on Tuesdays and could sleep in as late as they needed with no repercussions.

“How could I forget? Good ole’ Dot.” Sam muses and Bucky crinkles his nose.

“Dot was a bitch, man.” Shrugging, Sam puts both hands on his pool cue to support his weight as he leans forward, fixing the brunette with a knowing look.

“True, but you’ve never really had good taste in women.  Dot’s a bitch, this chick’s your student-”

“Oh, come on! She’s a Grad student! Mid-twenties at least, give me a break.”  Bucky’s teeth grind.  He never should’ve told these clowns.  But he couldn’t get the image of Y/N on her knees in front of him out of his head.

“Yeah, sure.”  Sam chuckled, bringing his bottle up to his lips. “Cradle robber.”

“Oh what, cuz I’m the only one who’s been attracted to their student, right?”  Bucky’s eyes roll, knowing for a fact they were going to deny it.

“Yes.” The two men chirped in unison, deadpanning their friend. He snorts, taking his own shot, sinking two balls at once.

“Like hell!  Steve, you couldn’t wait until Sharon graduated so you could get in her pants!”  The blonde blushes slightly, raising his hand to rub at the heat collecting at the back of his skull as he blushes.

“Well…yes.  But I waited! Can you imagine what Stark would’ve done if he found out!”

“What do you mean ‘found out’?” Bucky huffs, throwing his arms in the air.
“You’re engaged!”

“It’s been three years since she graduated, he doesn’t have to know.”

“Do my ears deceive me, or is innocent little Stevie keeping a secret from the President?”  Sam chuckles, standing to shrug out of his leather jacket.

“We’re talking about Bucky here, not me!”  Steve huffs, desperately trying to side step out of the spotlight that has been swung from his best friend to him.

“You’re both full of shit because I know for a fact you’re attracted to Romanoff.” Bucky jabs his finger toward a blank-faced Sam.  He merely smirks.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve caught you staring.”

“Like you haven’t done it yourself?” Smug bastard thinks he has him.  But he doesn’t, because -

“No, he’s too busy staring at Y/N.” Steve chuckles, taking the words right out of Bucky’s own mind. 

“Suck my dick, Rogers.”

“You sure you wouldn’t rather Y/N do that?” Sam adds on and suddenly Bucky is very tired of being ganged up on.  His lip curls lazily as the Steve and Sam fist bump.

“Look, I never said I would do anything.  I just…she’s smart, y’know?  Insanely.  She’s always engaged in my lectures, always digging up tidbits of her own to tell me after class.  She really cares. And she’s funny, charming, and quick.  Gives Natasha a run for her money, and we all know how sarcastic she is.”  The two men grunt in agreement.  Every professor on campus knew Natasha Romanoff and how she could talk through an entire lecture. Quick little vixen could distract an unwitting teacher for the whole hour if she wanted, and yet somehow made all A’s.  “Not many I know can do that. Doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning.”  He murmurs the last bit, not nearly quietly enough. 

And his friends are smirking at him, big as you please.

“Alright, spit it out.” Bucky sighs.

“Dude.  She wants you too.”  He cocks an eyebrow at Sam’s observation, hoping he doesn’t give his sudden, bubbling excitement away.

“What gives you that idea?”  Yeah, play it cool.  They’ll never know.

“How many people do you know that are as obsessed with war studies as you are?  Hell, how many women do you know like that?  No one would stay after every class to talk to someone as boring as you unless they wanted…” Sam reaches up with a loosely clenched fist and presses his tongue against his cheek in an incredibly obscene gesture before he shrugs.

“So she’s into old farts?”

“Watch it, Rogers, I’m only a year older than you.”

“So does that make me the most eligible Bachelor?” Sam asks, tucking his arms behind his head with a smile.

“That would imply that anyone wants you, man.” Bucky snaps back with a smile, and for once the smaller man remains quiet.  Finishing off his beer, Buck heads to the bar and grabs yet another.  

Tomorrow was going to be a late morning.


You’re just settling in from getting ready to relax for the night, the stress of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders when your phone chirps near your crossed legs on the bed beside you a few moments after you sit down.   Wanda’s name lights up the screen, and with a swipe of your thumb, you’re met with way too many emojis.

You roll your eyes at Natasha’s response and for a moment seriously consider deleting the group texts altogether.

You’re scowling as you type your own responses, rapping against the wall behind your headboard.

Natasha knocks back twice.

It was silent for a few moments and you took the time to open your laptop and type in a search in google.

After a few minutes, you reach for your phone again.

Nothing.

Rolling your eyes, you set your phone down again and return to the search engine you’ve got pulled up.  Clicking on the first link you find, you settle under your covers and bring your laptop up on your lap.

The first is an article, featuring several photos, and different sources on the myth of The Howling Commandos.

“Sexy.”  Natasha’s voice pulls you out several minutes later, referring to the pore strip on your nose and the messy bun your hair is thrown up into.  You instantly snap the laptop shut.  Her eyes narrow suspiciously.  “What the hell were you doing?”

“Nothing.” The stank face you receive lets you know she doesn’t buy it.  Not one bit.

“You’re googling what Dr. Barnes was fangirling over this afternoon, aren’t you?”

“No.” You answered all too quickly.

“No?  Then you wouldn’t have a problem showing me, then?”

“Well, I -”

“Oh my god, Y/N!  You totally were!”  She groans, plopping onto the foot of the bed. 

“So what if I was?  I thought it sounded interesting.”  You shrug simply, opening the browser once more.

“You only thought that because Dr. Barnes finds it interesting.  There are easier ways into a man’s pants, you know?” Red eyebrows wiggle suggestively as Nat shakes her chest at you.

“Yes, I know.  Can I at least try my way, for once?”  You groan, running a hand down your face.

“Whatever you say, babe.  Just don’t come crying to me when you’re single forever and a crazy cat lady.”

“You know you’d be right there beside me, right?”  She snorts unattractively at your jab but nods none the less.

“Yeah, probably.”

Beside you, your phone chimes while Natasha’s vibrates in her pocket.

The two of you giggle loudly, bidding each other a goodnight as Natasha rises to return to her own room.

“Y/N and Bucky sittin’ in a tree,” The pillow you throw is dodged easily, caught, then thrown back at you.  “F-U-C-K-I-N-G!”  She finishes singing as you recover from being pelted in the face from the pillow.

“Goodnight, bitch!”  You call affectionately.

“Night, slut!”

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Minecraft + Magic

I’ve been playing a lot of Minecraft recently and it’s really got me thinking on/about it being used as a sort of like an altar/e-shrine that one could use if they were still a hidden witch or even a beginner witch.

When playing I know that most players enjoy building a home so I figured why not build a home with rooms of worship inside it? Each room would then be dedicated to a god/dess and then i would go out into the world looking for the devotional items or things that would symbolize that god/dess. 

Inside the game there are many potential representations
Torches - Candles
Lava - Fire Element
Rivers/Lakes/Waterfalls/Oceans - Water Element
Dirt - Earth Element
Feathers - Wind Element

YOU CAN MAKE AN ENCHANTING TABLE WITH A FLOATING SPELL BOOK.
YOU CAN BREW POTIONS TOO!

There’s so much potential for Magical workings in this game. Seriously guys go check it out or try it for yourselves~


I’ll try to take pictures of my house to show you what i mean, hopefully it’ll work… Anyways talk to me about it! What are your thoughts?

  • Gigwise: Blur's Damon Albarn recently said, "Look at music now. Does it say anything? Young artists talk about themselves, not what’s happening out there. It’s the selfie generation." How do you feel about that?
  • Mitski: What is this 'music now' that he’s referring to? What better, more altruistic musical era is he comparing ours to? His own? When 'Song 2' came out (a megalith of mindful lyricism, to be sure) the top five Billboard songs of the year were 'Something About the Way You Look Tonight' by Elton John, 'Foolish Games' by Jewel, 'I’ll Be Missing You' by then-Puff Daddy, my karaoke staple 'Un-break My Heart' by Toni Braxton, and 'Can’t Hold Me Down,' again by Puff Daddy. I just wiki’d that knowing what I’d get – wonderful classics that are about people’s feelings.
  • Artists young and old have and always will talk about themselves. But you know what? Young artists talking about themselves can be the most political thing done today, and is something a lot of them couldn’t have done before, or at least not to an audience. Now that music has been greatly democratized by the internet, young artists, non-cis male artists, artists of color, artists who even a decade ago wouldn’t have been given a voice by the few controlling the airwaves, are starting to find bigger platforms to talk about their previously silenced personal histories.
  • They can reach out to and unite with other people like them, and maybe even create change through their art. All Albarn sees are younger people talking about things their own generation is facing, and he doesn’t understand them, or doesn’t see those issues as important, so he deems them unimportant altogether.
  • That doesn’t seem very evolved. That seems like a stereotypical wealthy, white man only considering his own concerns as important, his own perspective as legitimate. I would suggest he go to a Downtown Boys show, if they ever play near wherever he’s living, and see if he’s still of the same mind by the end of their set.
Block Party

You are a house full of rooms.

You decide:

   To let people in your front door & which rooms to leave unlocked.

      Which rooms smell nice & what kind of soap you have in your                      bathroom.

         How many windows you have to look out of.

Keeping up with the Jones’.

Guests don’t just go upstairs. They have to ask permission & have reason to do so.

It’s essentially a game you’re not even playing.

Even if you opened up your front door to the world & left all of your doors unlocked there is still the basement. 

The basement you didn’t know you had.

The attic full of addicts.

The hidden cupboard full of good and bad.

The neighbors who defy themselves. 

The self-aware nay-sayers.

The informal, textbook play-daters.

The carpool worshipping soothe-sayers. 

Maybe I’m just the pessimistic realist who strives to be the optimistic theologist living in a world of contemptuous religiousness. 

But I should just put on my blinders and have a good time, right?

Tunnel vision seems to be the only way to experience true ignorant blissfulness.

The incestuous guilt can equate to a wheelchair ridden olympic runner.

Rid yourself of that, like most, and win a pseudo gold medal.

But learn to live with it & you can find beauty in the bronze.

I hope you like your house-warming gift.

Welcome to the neighborhood, you’re going to love it here.

-ØV

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Damn. I really love Destiny even as it is now, but I also reaaaally want what the original game was supposed to be. Story-wise and mechanic wise.

-The Traveler is evil.

He uses the vex to create alternate universes. Cripples them, then approaches them as a Savior to feed off of the inhabitant’s worship. After that universe is drained, it repeats this.

Guardians did wield The [evil] Traveler’s light as a weapon, as we do now.
The Crow was among them. But he was realizing what The Traveler really was and left the Light.
You aid him in unveiling the truth, and in the end, enter The Traveler’s vessel to kill it.

Mechanic-wise, we were supposed to have smarter AI’s. Like, imagine the Fallen moving around walls, like in the intro, but that being their norm, and they know what they’re doing, and aren’t limited to staying within an area.
Dynamic weather. You’d see other people’s characters ships and their drop-in animations. You could explore more maps, like Chicago and Detroit. Better loot drops from killing small bosses (like Thunderlord). Skill trees for weapons.

Here is another video with some scenes that were cut-out, and a good peak of some of these old menus and mechanics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLlvm2ercoU

I want all of this. I figure we’ll probably at least be getting more maps, like Chicago in the future.
Sorry Bungie for Activision being so crappy to you.

Phan

If I told you that phan is real

what would you say?

how would you feel?

would you shout

“I knew it! I told you guys!”

or would you sit in silence

tears welling up in your eyes

would you jump maybe

or feel relived

scream in anger

or say “well that’s what I believed”

Phangirl on twitter

text your friend

think “it is just the beginning”

or “damn it’s the end”

is it your otp?

do you squeal over every selfie?

or do you ship others

like Troyler and Zalfie

anyway,

I would just like to know

if it would be a dream 

or a “pfft hell no!”

because opinions vary

most are the same

but in the end

it is not a game

it is their personal lives 

and we should not intervene

we should just sit on the internet

and worship our queens. 

Request: Juice and the vibrator

Request: Your old man Juice bought a vibrator controlled by a remote and you go out, you are wearing the vibrator while he has the remote and has too much fun with that.

[Hi everyone, how are you today?

Sorry for the title, you already know I’m terrible with titles LOL. I had so much fun writing this…I hope you like it

Enjoy! Love you all, thank you so much for the support, you are amazing!]

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: Smut

Originally posted by julceortiz

Never, in your life, you had imagine to have a better old man than Juice. He was sweet, respectful, worship you every moment and was a great lover too. His image of the sweetest Son or the computer geek was accurate, but only you knew how he could be when you were alone.

You had done a few games during you time dating and you had added a new variety of sex toys to your knowledge. Now it was Valentine’s Day and you were anxious for what he had planned for you.

—————-

You were at home, getting ready for the party at the clubhouse and Juice was coming to pick you up. You chose a red dress and high heels, not the best outfit to ride in his bike, but you wanted to be sexy for him.

You had just finished your makeup when you heard him opening the door. His keys hit the table and Juice called out.

“Baby?”, his voice was getting closer, he was walking to meet you.

“In the bedroom!”, you said.

Soon Juice was at the door, handsome as ever with his bright smile and a bag in his hands. You turned around for him to see your outfit. He walked towards you, putting his hands on your hips.

“You look amazing!”, he said, kissing you. “Just one thing is missing”

“What?”, you looked at him, suspicious.

“This”, he raised the bag. You picked it up and opened. Inside there was some kind of lingerie and what looked like to be a remote control. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“What is this Juice?”, you asked, looking at the black lace thong.

“A remote controlled vibrator”, he grinned. “I want you to wear it tonight”

“No way!”, you laughed. “This is great Juice, but I’m not wear…”

“Yes you are”, he pulled you closer, his lips inches for yours. “I’m having the remote and you will be with the thong”

“Juice…”, you swallowed. Why he had to be that hot when he was up to a game? It was irresistible.

“Come on darling”, he said. “Put it on”

Juice stepped back to watch you. Without a choice, you took off your panties and put on the thong. It didn’t change nothing, it was imperceptible.

“Gorgeous”, he smiled. “Let’s go”

Praying to stay alive until the end of the night, you grabbed your purse and followed Juice outside.

—————–

The clubhouse was looking amazing; Gemma got the crow eaters crazy about the decoration. Everybody was there and as soon as you walked in Lyla pulled you to a corner to talk. You looked over your shoulder to Juice and he grinned, walking slowly to the bar to meet his brothers.

It took a while for Juice started the torture, but you missed what Lyla was talking as soon as you felt a little vibration on your core. It was subtle; you took a deep breath and kept talking.

Minutes later you got involved into a pool game with Tig and Chibs, you were doing your best, but was surprise by the vibration increasing. You put your hand on the table and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay lass?”, Chibs tried to reach your arm to steady you, but you recovered pretty quickly.

“Yes!”, you said. “Just a little dizzy, I don’t know”

“Dizzy?”, Tig laughed. “Uh oh, Juicy boy knocked you up?”

“No!”, you said and they laughed. “For Christ’s sake! You are evil!”

You gave up the game, ignoring their protests and walked towards the bar where Juice was talking with Bobby and Jax.

“Hi darling”, Jax said kissing your cheek.

“Hi Jax”, you said. You smiled to Juice and he put his arm around your waist. You were trying to see the remote control, but you couldn’t find it.

“Don’t even think about it”, Juice whispered in your ear. You rolled your eyes to him and asked for a beer.

After some time talking, you got used to the little vibration, you were getting wet, but not as close to cum as you though you would. Gemma dragged you to help her with something and for a moment, the vibration was gone. Soon it returned, stronger than before, you had to hold on to the sink not to fall.

“Are you okay honey?”, Gemma asked.

“Yes”, you said. “I didn’t eat anything”

“Oh I had some snacks prepared”, she said. “Help me put some of these on the bar and you can sit and eat”

“Thank you”, you held the plate, carefully walking to the bar. Juice was still drinking and talking to Jax, but his eyes followed your moves. You sat by the bar again, this time away from him. Juice got up and walked towards you.

“Feeling good?”, he asked, leaning to kiss your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, by his kiss and the vibrator between your legs.

“Having fun?”, you asked.

“Yes”, he laughed. “I bet you are wet. Have you cum yet?”

“No”, you hissed.

“I want you to go back to the kitchen”, he said. “Stay in there until the vibration stops”

“Juice…”, you started.

“Go”, he said serious.

You did what he told. Nobody was in the kitchen and you pretended to be doing the dishes. Soon you felt the vibration increase. You held on the sink and gave careful steps until the wall, out from anyone sight. You tried to stay up, but your legs were trembling, bringing your body to the floor. You closed your eyes, feeling the vibration ran through your entire body. Pressing your tights together, you resist through the sweet torture, until your orgasm was gone. The vibration stopped after a while and you stayed there catching your breath. Steps were coming to the kitchen and you was only able to kneel before Gemma walks in again.

“Y/n?”, she said. “Are you sick?”

“No”, you laughed and showed her your phone. “I let this fall while I was helping you”

“Those phones”, she said. “Can you help me a little more?”

“Sure”, you said.

———–

Juice was giving you a break and you were able to enjoy the party a little, dancing with the girls and playing pool, after the vibration returned. This time he put it in a strong intensity since the beginning and you made it outside the club just in time for the start of another orgasm.

Trying to look fine, you walked towards the office, hoping to hide there for a few minutes. You felt on the couch as the vibration was gone, maybe you were too far for Juice to keep playing.

“Baby?”, you heard his voice at the door, not so long after.

“Oh Jesus!”, you cursed as he opened the door and entered the room. “Give me a break!”

“I thought you were liking it”, he smiled.

“I was”, you said sarcastically.

“Oh no”, he grinned. “Don’t be a smart ass”

You looked at him taking the remote control from his pocket and turned it in maximum. You back arched on the couch and you pressed your thighs together, trying not to fall on the floor.

“Juice”, you moaned. He sat next to you and kissed your neck while a powerful orgasm ran down your spine.

“How many times did you come this night?”, he asked.

“This…is…the…third”, you said breathless.

“Yes”, he mumbled. You saw him looking at your cleavage and lick his lips. “Take off the thong”

You did what he told, pushing your dress up your body as Juice knelt in front of you. He took the thong from your hands and sniffed on them, making your jaw hang open. He put it aside and spread your legs.

“You are so wet baby”, he said, leaning forward and licking your core. You were sensitive and his touch turned you on immediately. Juice got up and unbuckled his belt. You sat on the couch and dragged his pants down his legs. He was hard, proudly erect in front of you. “I loved this night. We should this more often.”

You looked up to him and took his member in your mouth. Juice moaned and his fingers tangled on your hair. You licked and sucked until he was groaning, then you got up. Putting aside the things on the office’s desk, you got up on it, opening your legs as an invitation for him.

Juice smiled devilishly and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pushed inside you slowly; he set this pace, slowly making love to you. You were sit on the table, your arms around his neck and your mouth biting his shoulder, closer to another orgasm.

“Please Juice”, you begged. “More”

He held you firmly, his strong grip on your hips and thrusted harder. You let out a loud moan, tightening around him. Juice mumbled against your neck, calming down after found his release inside you.

“Should we come back to the party?”, he said kissing you gently.

“I’m tired”, you said, almost closing your eyes.

“Okay”, he smiled and started to help you to get dressed again. “Let’s go my baby girl, let’s go home play with your other sex toys”

You held strongly in his arms walking outside the office, not knowing if you should curse or thank for your wonderful and teaser old man. 

Melanie Martinez for Ladygunn Magazine.

Melanie Martinez is a playful one, in the most literal sense of the word. At times it feels like the 20-year-old singer, who dropped her debut record Cry Baby in August, is the embodiment of the vintage dolls you’ve been obsessing over on Pinterest. So it’s a no-brainer when we select the Family Arcade in Los Angeles as a backdrop for Melanie’s photo-shoot.

“I absolutely love arcade games,” she tells me over the phone.

Instead, it’s the real-life scheming  and  tabloid  worshiping  she  has  no  interest  in.  We  chat  on  the  same  day the whole VMA battle between Nicki Minaj and Taylor Swift erupts on Twitter, so naturally I ask Melanie about her opinion on the #trendingtopic.

“To be completely honest with you, I hardly know what you’re talking about. I don’t really care about any of that, unless my friends literally show it to me in front of my face,” she says. “So I’ll just say that I think everybody should be friends and there shouldn’t be any fights!”

For a person who doesn’t follow pop culture much, she surely has been backed up by not one, but two pop entities of seismic proportions: First, on the third season of The Voice in 2012 (she was part of Team Adam and left Week 5), and then when her accordion-heavy  song  “Carousel”  was  used  in  the  trailer  for  FX’s American Horror Story: Freakshow  last  fall.  But  as  she’ll  tell  you,  singing  competitions  are  hardly  her thing.

“I just did it because I was 16. I wrote songs in my bathroom in Long Island and wanted to get out there, but didn’t know any other way. As I was the youngest on the show, I learned a lot from the other contestants.”

Horror hits closer to home though. When asked about what character in any movie she’d like to become, Melanie has to take a minute to think before stating the obvious…

“I would definitely be in a horror movie or a Tim Burton movie. It has to be creepy.”

Turning  creepy  into  cute  seems  to  be  one  of  her  biggest  skills.  Everything  about Melanie—from her gothic Disney princess looks to her Margaret Keane-esque take on indie pop —adds vibrant layers to her dark pop identity. Even her striking black-and-white hair is a self-described act of rebellion.

“My mom never let me bleach my hair so I told her I’m gonna go all Cruella De Vil when I was 16, but she did not believe me. When I came home from the salon, she freaked out and didn’t talk to me for a week.”

The artist is equally headstrong about her artistic vision and adventurous in the studio, sampling soap bubbles on one of the album’s standouts, “Soap,” and using enough toy  sounds  to  make  her  record  the  perfect  soundtrack  for  a  late-night  Toys  R  Us hangout.

“The story of the album is basically the story of my life in a little bit more twisted way,” she explains. “If I just made an album about everything being mature, it would be like any other dark album. So mine has all the frosting and sprinkles, but also has this dark chocolate core.”

She also wants her album to have a lasting aftertaste…

“I definitely want to put out a music video for every song. Even it takes two years I’m gonna save up and go broke to make sure that I have videos for all the songs that I like,” she adds. “My album is a concept record about this little girl, Cry Baby. But my artist life and my personal life are pretty much the same: I always act and dress the  same way”

Melanie  reveals,  noting  the  50s,  Peter  Pan,  and  Japanese fashion as influences and picking Neutral Milk Hotel’s In The Aeroplane Over The Sea as her ultimate growing-up record. But does she actually cry a lot?

“Last time I cried was two days ago. I was writing a hook for a hip-hop song and got really frustrated. Then my friend said some things that made me re-think everything I was writing. And I just gave up and started crying,” she laughs.

Even  if  the  said  song  doesn’t  work  out,  by  now  she  has  enough material to please her fans, which have started calling themselves “cry babies” naturally.

“I try to stay away from calling my fans any-thing. I look at everyone as an individual person, so I don’t want to categorize them. They’re all unique and they all have names,” she insists.

So,  here  comes  the  challenge—can  she  give  a  shout-out to her most devoted cry babies? Yes, she can…

“Brian, Courtney, Becky, Evy, Nava!”

Who knows, maybe by the time her fans have kids on their own one  day,  they’ll  be  tucking  them  into  bed  to  the  sounds  of  a Melanie  Martinez  lullaby  record.

“I  feel  like  my  debut  album  is kinda  on  the  edge  of  being  a  dark  lullaby  record,  but  a  straight lullaby album would be very cool too,” she agrees.

Well, the world’s your playground, Melanie.

anonymous asked:

hey! Im a new witch, and i was windering if its ok to worship a deity from a video game? i wanted to worship Kynareth from TES. Also, if it is ok, what sort of offering would wok?

It is totally okay! This is actually a thing in existence already. I briefly worshiped Sotha Sil myself.

Welcome to the world of pop culture paganism my friend! :D

I have some posts for you to look over:

[Pop-Culture Paganism and God Theory]

[What You Need to Know about Pop Culture Magick]

As for what sort of offerings, you’re gonna wanna dig into the in-game lore for Kynareth. Sadly I don’t recall much about Kynareth at this time, but Bethesda is crazy about the amount of mythology and stuff that they actually put into their game series - like, go through the books that they have within game. There’s a site I think that has all that stuff - [here]. And [this] is the page for Kynareth. :D [This site] also has a lot of lore and stuff, you may want to search through “Kynareth” there and see what you can find.

If anyone else works with any TES pop culture deities, particularly Kynareth, please chime in!

You know, as much as the fandom and the games seem to go on and on about the Dalish elves being wrong about their gods, wrong about the Evanuris, worshipping false deities, evil monsters, completely depraved evil demons of darkness, and whatever else have you. All I can say now is:

HA!

The Evanuris won.

Originally posted by gif-007

Sorry, Solas. You won the battle, but you lost the war. That would be the war for the hearts and minds of the elven people, by the way. When it came right down to it, the surviving portion of the People chose to remember and honor the Evanuris. They were the ones stories were handed down about, they were the ones remembered as protectors. The ones who were beloved, cherished, and loved by the common people. Enough so that their religion survived, their names were passed down through history, and their legend took on new meaning.

History is written by the victors and all that jazz.

Does it matter what really happened? To some people probably, but I think the will of the modern Dalish elves gets forgotten and discarded. They get treated like foolish children who don’t understand anything, and that’s almost a direct quote from several sources. And yes, they have come a long way from where they were. But, I think that sells the whole situation short. In the end, their Elvhen ancestors knew what they were doing. The Dalish themselves kept choosing to return to their legends, preserving them as best they could despite the constant push to destroy their culture and their identity. They hang onto these scraps of cultural identity, trying to repair them as best they can. Maybe the Evanuris were monsters, but they mattered to the Elvhen people. You don’t get remembered in history, really, if you didn’t do something to earn it. Especially not history that we can suppose is this old and lost to time. It’s not just that they were gods to their people, they had to be beloved by them. Whatever Solas says about the “plebs” and immature children believing in fairy tales, the fact of the matter is the Evanuris mattered. They might have been feared, but they were also loved. Societies like this are in large part consensual on some level. I think it does the People a disservice to take the “ignorant” and “foolish” lines from Solas purely at face value.

More than that, if we go even by our #1 Fan Felassan, Fen’Harel… wasn’t really that great anyway.

So, they “vilified” the Dread Wolf, but their stories are actually a fairly accurate if simplified version of what happened. It’s just the other side. It honestly leads me to believe that (whatever else Weekes wants to say about Solas’ appeal) he really wasn’t that popular with a large swath of the Elvhen people. His view of events didn’t survive, he’s remembered only as a tormenter of modern Dalish and destroyer of their world. He’s a boogeyman at worst and chaotic neutral at best. Seen as selfish and cruel, laughing at the misery he causes.

If any group in the setting seems to worship him, it’s the Chantry. Oh the irony. Still, he would be the “Maker” of the modern world. Whether or not Mythal is Andraste, though, I suppose it doesn’t matter.

In my heart, I sort of know the Evanuris are going to get the short side of the genocidal maniac stick. The narrative is gearing up to support his actions as Good Man Does Terrible Things to Combat Greater Evil or Evil Fights Greater Evil. We’ve already got Solas insisting Andruil practiced what I will just guess is human/elven sacrifice. Falon’din filled oceans with blood in the pursuit of his own narcissim. Mythal was a goddess of vengeance (but did nothing wrong to anyone ever except maybe start a war with the Titans and made the best of a bad situation then got murdered). However, I will say that Solas’ motivation for starting a war with the others was because the murdered Mythal and that’s by his own words. If anything, when we see him again in Trespasser, that’s mostly what makes them monsters to him.

They became gods by being victorious in war, became honored, and then people began worshiping them as they accumulated more power. It’s telling to me also that he views the Qun as slavery, just as much if not more so as the slavery in Tevinter. Slavery to an ideal is the same as slavery that results in actual physical bondage. Which begs the question of which kind did the Elves practice? In spirit and ideal? In physical? Both? It’s unclear.

I dunno. I’d like to think that there’s a lot more to this story than just the surface layer, but I also don’t have much confidence in Bioware actually telling it.

I do think it’s funny when you get right down to it though. I don’t believe the Dalish are stupid, immature children. I don’t believe they are worshiping “false gods” or that their entire religion is fake. It doesn’t really matter what the “true” story is. It’s legit as any other religion in Thedas because all it really takes to have a religion is faith. It doesn’t matter what the Evanuris really were, they’ve become a way that the Dalish use to explain their culture, a symbol of what they’ve lost, what they’ve recovered, and what they’ve made for themselves in a world that wants to destroy them. They take pride in it, and rightly so. Meanings and symbols change over time.

And I found the handling of elven lore in Inquisition frustrating to say the least. I don’t want the Dalish to be totally wrong. I don’t think they deserve that and I don’t think any narrative should be celebrated for shitting on their marginalized groups, especially ones that are coded to fulfill the Jewish/Roma position in our current medieval/renaissance/post-modern slurry that is modern Thedas.

I dislike it immensely is what I’m saying. I know where it’s most likely going from where it’s already gone and I don’t like it.

Dear religious nuts

I have seen some worries over the years about pokémon being “evil” and “the devil’s game”. I’m sorry, have you heard of a ouija board? You don’t say anything about that but come hell or high water you’re gonna protest a game that was made by a guy who just wanted people to have fun and get out? “Those pokémon use magic to blah blah blah”. No, since it is FICTIONAL, those pokémon use their natural abilities. Ya know who uses magic? Me. You know who I worship? Not the devil, thats for damn sure. I worship Jesus. But guess what I’m gonna still play. Pokémon heifers. Thats what.

anonymous asked:

Lady N I don't know if you've been asked this before, but what do you think Mankar Camoran's race is Altmer or Bosmer?

I think Mankar Camoran perfectly highlights how “race” as it’s presented in the game is a really inaccurate concept. When we pick a race in game, it’s mostly coding for appearance (and gameplay modifiers). There’s a separate “race” for vampires and old people, for example. Mankar was an Altmer in game because someone decided that no one would take a Bosmer seriously as the main villain. 

When we pick a race in lore, it’s coding for appearance, culture, and/or place of origin. Saying that someone is a Bosmer typically means that they are short elf, that they related bosmeri cultural customs in some way, and that they are from Valenwood. One could be a short elf (a bosmer in game terms), but be a Breton as far as culture is concerned (worship those gods, celebrate those holidays, relate to that history, etc.) - you could even be both those things while also being a Cyrodil by accident of birth. 

(Personally, I’d love to divorce looks and background in character creation. Allow the player to pick between several appearance templates to start - Elf, Human, Khajiit, etc. and then let them define their background and the related attributes. It’d really unlock roleplaying and gameplay possibilities. Want to play a Redguard sorcerer from Black Marsh? Or an Altmeri barbarian from Orsinium? Encouraged by design.) 

Mankar and his entire family is Bosmeri by culture and by origin, so I’d say that he’s Bosmeri despite his appearance. He looks Altmeri because of his genetics - likely there was just enough Altmeri blood in the family that it just came through. Either that or he looks Altmeri because he willed it in his pacts with Dagon or his explorations of metaphysics. 

anonymous asked:

Also slightly unrelated but TERFs aren't allowed to enjoy Nintendo anymore Samus, Linkle, Birdetta, and Vivian are all trans and this is literally canon. I bet a lot of you radfems practically fucking worship Samus because female empowerment but guess what she is trans and would not take any of your bullshit if she were real

Yeah it’s like genderists to take a tall, competent, ass-kicking woman and say “lol she must actually be male.” 

Good thing Sakamoto set us all straight by reminding us she’s a woman with Other M! You know that game where female emotions cause every conflict and Samus needs to learn to obey a male authority figure.