Y’all, this is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. NSFW. THIS IS SMUT. SEX ON A PAGE. Okay, you’ve been warned. This is written as a thank you for 1,000 followers! I’m so happy that all of you have deigned to entertain my crazy ideas, and my rants, and all of the multiple fandoms I’m involved in. I don’t ge t to talk to you guys a lot, because sometimes I feel like it would be a little weird if I tried to insert myself in conversations, and also because I admire you all so much AND i’M SHY, but please know I admire you greatly from afar. That being said, I’m always open to conversation, because I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL. SO THANK YOU AND ENJOY FEYSAND SEX. (aLSO FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME i need to be more social this year)
I scowled at the note that had appeared on the piece of toast I was about to eat. I had nearly eaten the paper, and I knew Rhys knew this, because I could feel laughter flicker down our bond. I dropped the toast back on the plate and plucked the note back up, casting a wary glance over my shoulder before answering him.
I watched the note disappear and then finally took a bite of my toast, the butter simple and bland, like everything I ate in the Spring Court. I’d been eating more food than I was the last time I was here, evidently to Tamlin’s chagrin, because the servants started putting less and less on my plate.
I couldn’t say I’d ever been more insulted in my life.
Go do something fun to Tamlin. All of this sitting and waiting for the ‘opportune moment’ as Mor keeps saying, is driving me out of my mind.
I rolled my eyes and took a small sip of my tea—jasmine, my only comfort from home. From the Night Court. If he wanted fun, I could give him fun. Just, maybe not his idea of fun.
support little girls, little boys, little trans girls, little trans boys, little agenders, little genderqueers and all little genders! call them by the right pronouns and choose little names with careful thought!
support littles who are hetero, littles who are homo, littles who are bi, littles who are a, littles who are pan, and all little sexualities/romantics! some little boys want daddies, and some little ones need to bond first!
support littles who are white, littles who are black, littles who are asian, littles who are indian, littles who are mixed race, and all little races and colours! having a preference is okay, but be mindful and kind!
support safe for work littles and non safe for work littles! a choice is a choice, and people should not be belittled for it!
support short littles, tall littles, petite littles, curvy littles, overweight littles, underweight littles, and littles of all body types! body-shaming is not kind!
support littles with mental health issues such as depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, dissociative disorder, schizoprehnia, and many more mental health issues and support those without too! mental health is very important and take this into consideration when connecting!
support littles who are focused, switchers, pets, predominantly another role, and other role identities! not all littles are focused!
support those with bodily health issues such as self-harming problems, anorexia and bulimia, major injury, disability and much more! remember that many bodily health issues have conjoined mental health effects and support those with or without! remember to care for littles with these issues with kindness!
support littles who just want to colour and play now and then and not devote their life to littlespace! also support littles who want to delve into their comfort zones fully! there is no black or white!
Okay but if you are ABLED to work to get these necessities, then work. If you are in POVERTY and physically cannot work, they should be given for free. There is a huge difference between lack of motivation and poverty in a socioeconomic class. Just because you’re able to work but chose not to should automatically make you receive free things. If you can work, work. Don’t let those motivated to work pay for your needs when they are working to provide their needs. If you’re physically DISABLED + CANNOT go to work, then yes, you need those necessities for free.
So who gets to decide if you are “disabled enough” to qualify for this? Because that’s actually a HUGE PROBLEM in America.
And, maybe I wasn’t clear- EVERY human being inherently deserves the things needed to stay alive.
Not “everyone gets everything for free”, not “only people who I think are disabled enough get food for free.” EVERYONE is entitled to not starving, whether or not you think they are lazy.
In this moment, you are okay. You are safe, you are protected, and you are loved. In this moment, you are enough.
If your situation at home, school, work, etc. is not safe and okay, however, I encourage you to please reach out. Your health and safety come first, so if there’s anything serious going on please seek help. As a community we all want you to be safe and well, wherever you are.
So I got a few worried messages after the tragedy in London today so I just wanted to tell everyone collectively that I’m okay and that I was in work safe and sound but my heart goes out to those people affected and to the family and friends. What a horrible world we live in where these things keep happening world wide. I pray for this world.
I can’t buy Ezekiel not remembering anything. The episode established that the reason the others couldn’t remember the loop was because they were unsaved characters, but Ezekiel wasn’t except for the last loop. So, it doesn’t make sense that he wouldn’t remember ANYTHING after crashing the game.
So, I’m pretty sure that Ezekiel remembers every loop EXCEPT the last one.
But that doesn’t matter because whatever he did worked, his friends are safe, and he’s okay too. He’s okay to go back to HIS normal. His image.
And yes he’s said it himself (even if this was supposed to tie into that episode it also thematically ties in with Ezekiel’s whole character), “Image is everything.”
And his normal, his image, is the narcissistic talented thief that he’s carefully crafted. It’s his shield and armour. By pretending to have had his memories reset, he can slip back into that because he knows that eventually the others will start treating him the way they used to again.
As the “annoying little brother”.
(No sorry I’m not getting over that word choice. In a whole speech about friendship, for an Asian person to use that word… We mean it. Ezekiel may have called it friendship but he thinks of them as family.)
okay so i want to be safe so what i’m gonna do is ask my older brother if i can park at his apartment (they live fairly close) and have him drive me to the party so that if i do end up drinking i’m not going to be driving
SAME but i’ve never taken an uber late at night… just be sure to tell someone you’ll be taking an uber! in my city almost always crimes are commited against uber drivers by taxi drivers… is crazy here …
DUDE I KNOW. that uber x taxi war happens a lot around here too. i was just scared cause it was 1am and i was in a neighborhood that i don’t know AT ALL. but i actually got home pretty quickly so it all good.
Kara doesn’t have the heart to remind Lucy that this is not,
technically, her job. The D.E.O. doesn’t pay her and occasionally there are
moments when she really wishes they would. Someone has to compensate her for
having the self-control of a saint.
Like right now, when Lucy’s stripped out of her sweaty
t-shirt and is draping it over in the corner of the sparring room. She’s bathed in green light, her skin shining
where the compression tank she’s wearing underneath has ridden up. Kara’s heart is racing, her mind pulled in a
million very not work safe directions.
Which is okay, because this is not her job. The D.E.O. can’t
fire her for insubordination for staring at the way her C.O.’s abs look
glistening with sweat under low-levels of synthetic kryptonite. She thinks.
She’s not really sure. And, tragically, Lucy is the one she’d usually go to
with these sorts of questions.
So Kara pulls out her phone and pretends to be distracted by
it as they take a breather.