it should be illegal to have to get work done on succ sunday
it should be illegal to have to get work done on succ sunday
(continued from here) @an-endless-saga
Alina sighed and curled up against him once he joined her in bed. “I trust your instincts,” she assured him. “I just don’t feel entirely easy around her, I suppose.”
Gently she ran her fingertips up and down Aleksander’s arm, lost in thought. Perhaps this woman was a manipulator, as few could charm Ivan. Alina felt a pang in her chest at the thought of Luda, knowing that Ivan trusted few after her death.
“I don’t want the children near her yet, especially Adrik; he’s too trusting.”
The youngest of the three and a shadow summoner like his father, Adrik wouldn’t think twice about befriending the unknown woman.
Moving wood does make me feel like Cool Sexy Person throwing Heavy Thing but it's literally sensory hell
Oh ok so we all thought that lazy position post was ignorant
The vibes of this campaign have been absolutely divine from scene one and it’s been like moisturizer on the skin of my soul
saying i hate men hurts no one and i absolutely dont care if you do it. go wild. but on a broad scale, if your personal gender politics havent evolved past "men are bad because theyre men" you have a long way to go if you ever want to be a happy person who has a fulfilling communiry role that doesnt involve blinding yourself to half the world. and while theres a lot of good that comes from spaces that center and uplift women, those communities should ultimately be a part of your life and not all of it. convincing yourself that a life without any meaningful relationships with men is either feasible or good is ignoring the potential for good to be done through the education, healing, and rehabilitation of men- yes, even ones who have done bad things- as well as tacitly turning your back on women who are victims of sexism and sexist violence by implicitly placing blame on them for voluntarily having men in their life. that seems a little harsh and maybe it is but im not sure. having personal trauma regarding men that makes it difficult or impossible to interact with them in a way thats not very distressing is completely valid and understandable, but it's something you should be in therapy trying to work through, not accepting as a part of your life. also i want to clarify that this is absolutely not a denial pf lesbian identity or a claim that women- lesbian or otherwise- have any obligation or duty to be romantically or sexually intimate with men. it doesnt mean i think you should have to be friends with men who get on your nerves or that you should forgive men who haven't changed their views or behavior after hurting people. frankly even if they have changed you have nothing forcing you to forgive them let alone keep them in your life, but taking a mindset of forgiveness, empathy, and growth is much more conducive to healing.
Confirmed on my trip this week that the place I visited is indeed a place I want to live! And depending on a few things for sis job-wise, I might be moving sooner rather than later, so packing has begun. I’ll still be updating TRT every week, just may switch back to one chapter a week instead of two for now, because I’m not sure I’d be able to get the usual 10-14k word two-chapter-drops written and edited while also getting ready to move. <3
The upside is my mood is way better at the thought of moving. I haven’t liked where I lived for years now. 😅
was it too much to hope for cernak back
“ stop squirming— it will hurt less. ” (William)
It was a sunny winter’s day when B Company marched into Trematon Castle. The rest of the regiment were already infesting the grounds with munitions stores, mess tents and all the accoutrements of a temporary barracks. Campaign tables and office equipment was being carried inside the house, and Sebastian angled his gaze down as a young ensign came running up to the cluster of mounted officers by the door and gave a nervous salute. ‘Captain Reed! Trouble from the Master of the house, just as they said Captain.’
Sebastian stilled a moment. He had not expected him to still be here. Something burned deep within him, a cold fire which made his pale eyes even paler as he glanced up to see the figure of a middle-aged man striding through the hall towards them. The horses stamped and fidgeted, and for a moment Sebastian felt equally unsettled. He tightened his jaw as he watched the man approach, then jumped down in his bright hussar’s uniform to meet him. ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, his eyes fixed unflinchingly on their reluctant host, not bothering to address him. ‘This was Lord William Cavendish the Earl of Cornwall, owner of Trematon Castle.’ The few chuckles of amusement at the use of past tense from above did not dispel the cool contact between them. ‘What are you now? Now that everyone knows you’re the most disgusting fiend this country ever spawned. No pretty wife? I can’t say I am surprised.’
Sebastian was engaging no subtlety at all in his visual assessment of Cavendish, from the new lines around his eyes, the slight thinning of his hair, and the shabbiness of his state of dress. Though his face retained its usual severity - Sebastian was renowned to be one of the cruelest captains in the Hussars - it was possible someone who had known him before might just notice the hint of melancholy in his eyes as he took in how much had changed since he’d been at war.
‘Captain Lieutenant Reed, of the King’s Royal Hussars. I’m in charge of this regiment, and therefore now of this house.’ The satisfaction of this moment was almost unparalleled in his entire career. He extended a gloved hand. But whatever Cavendish might have been about to do with it, instead of waiting Sebastian gripped the man’s arm in a vice, pulled him sharply forwards by it, and with the other hand swung a fist hard at the bone below his eye. Deaf to the scuffles of surprise behind them, Sebastian gripped Cavendish by the back of his hair and helped lower him to his knees. ‘Shh. Shh, old man. Go down easy. Don’t try to struggle with me.’ Another hit, a left hook this time to the stomach and he didn’t give William time to launch a counter-attack - for he knew the man had it in him and he was enjoying his display of power far too much to let William try and compromise it.
As soon as William looked about to speak, Sebastian swiftly intervened, drawing his cavalry sword to hold the man up against his own wall. ‘Keep your filthy mouth closed.’ At twenty-six he had not only become more handsome, but the years in which they had lost sight of each other had seen off the last of Sebastian’s religious faith, and with it seemingly his morality. If he had never have met William, perhaps he would not have turned into the man he was. But there was a certain poetic justice in William meeting the product of his influence now.
‘The Earl will give you no more trouble, Sergeants,’ he said, releasing the hand fisted tightly in William’s neck-tie. ‘I’ll show him back up to his bedchamber.’
As Captain Reed disappeared, a young private carrying a stack of maps was heard to puzzle to his friend ’How's the Captain know where ‘is bedchamber is?’
sometimes I'm like "wow I could've died but I had to go to math class" and then continue to do stupid shit like try to exist
New fic just dropped, besties.
I. Love. Greta Van Fleet. With. My. Whole. Being.
if u see me arguing with mutuals abt spn characters seeing each others penises in the notes of my posts. um. this is just how we flirt. move along.