Oh, Mary, full of grace, receive the bloodied
sufferer into your arms
I really wanted to show how I see what is happens to bloodymary right after the moment when Grace takes Simon from the bloody ocean
I feel like I want it to be creepy and disturbing.
oh no, who's that standing against the wall in the last frame? It seems like while Rocky sleeps, Grace will survive the real Ripley-trying-to-survive-on-the-ship-with-Alien experience
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
leigh bardugo has massively edited and rewritten the six of crows books and no one has noticed
or has for some reason decided not to mention it at all or let anyone else know.
I just found out something insane today. in the new dregs editions that came out for the 10th anniversary, leigh bardugo has removed any and all mention of the crows being teenagers, cut out whole sentences and completely changed quotes that are classic and very well known by fans of the six of crows duology. she’s replaced any mention of words like ‘children’ ‘boy’ ‘girl’ and ‘kids’ with ‘man’ ‘woman’ ‘grown’ etc
this is concerning, bewildering and just feels wrong for so many reasons. but besides the obvious —which is that the six protagonists of the duology being young is essential to many aspects of the plot, seeing as their world weariness and competence is a result of their experiences as children and survivors who are victims of their environment—besides even that, editing a piece of literature that’s been published and on shelves for 10 years is objectively not a good idea at all, and doesn’t at all take into account the new contexts and connotations the new wording brings.
above is an example of the original scene we know verses the new version. lots of it has changed, namely their ages, but the sentence at the end in matthas' pov doesn't even sound like him at all. her writing quality has declined noticeably and she sounds like she wrote that sentence in a rush. it makes no sense, and it's not something matthias, who knows practically nothing about the barrel, would be thinking.
and not to mention the famous line 'brekker's eyes were ancient, but he couldn't be any older then matthias' — cut out of the book completely. I do wonder what impact, effect and influence these changes will have on new readers.
this is another example. such a classic line and they cut it completely.
the entire books are like this. inej saying kaz looking seventeen is changed to kaz looking like someone's apprentice. the boy of the barrel changed to man. criminal prodigy changed to just mastermind. inej described as a woman in place of a sixteen year old girl. wylan changed from boy to young man. full scenes cut. 'jesper is zemeni but don't hold it against him' changed to ‘don’t let him wax sentimental about it’ which sounds way worse then the original.
and I don't actually own the new copies of these books, my best friend was looking at them in a bookstore and that's when we first noticed all of the changes. so I truly have no idea what else could possibly be changed besides the things I noticed as I cannot look at them for reference - the crow's physical appearance, more of the plot, other famous scenes just being cut completely, etc. if nothing else has changed, then it’s still way too much and massively changes core aspects of the books. but I do wonder.
if you own the dregs special editions, I suggest looking for similar differences. I might have to write examples to express how messed up the new connotations are.
leigh now implies that jesper, an adult black man, made the right choice by handing over his share from his job to his white father to keep for you, as he cannot control himself and isn't ready to receive his own funds, as he is a mindless gambler. this is extremely different to a reckless irresponsible teenager grieving his mother and making stupid mistakes, and then deciding to make better decisions in the future with help from his parent. I'm sure you can see without me spelling it out how awful, racist and problematic the new context of jesper being a grown man makes this situation sound.
another example is matthias' childhood centrally seeing him be groomed, manipulated and indoctrinated by a nazi coded witch hunting organisation that targets grisha, an oppressed community, with the intention of torturing, burning, hanging, raping and eradicating them from the world
matthias is just turning 18 when he meets nina. he has not yet done any of these terrible things himself. he is fresh out of training and still basically a child. his views are first challenged, and he eventually breaks out of the brainwashing and mental manipulation that has been taught and instilled in him with repetition. it's not an excuse, but it's more understandable. matthias, now a grown man apparently way older then 18, has no excuse for these bigoted views as he is way more mature, has way more experience, and would have had to have done these horrific things to grisha at some point.
it feels like some sort of fever dream that six of crows was edited and re published so that these famous teenage characters (who were first written so obviously— in dialogue, actions, pov, - as teenagers) and their criminal prodigy leader were made into poorly written adults. I can put into words how much this has deeply bothered and distressed me and many other readers I've spoken to.
it's such an odd choice and makes me think it was done to soften the backlash the shadow and bone adaption received from some fans for aging up the characters in the first place.
I cannot stress this enough- leigh bardugo would edit iconic lines and change core aspects of her characters that have been around for 10 years to justify a cancelled netflix adaption of these incredibly popular and well loved books. it's odd and uncomfortable.
now, these books mean the world to me, they have quite literally got me through physical, mental and emotional childhood abuse, suicide ideation and self harm, the everyday ableism and oppression, chronic pain and disability experience, severe depression and anxiety, absolute hopelessness, work and life, etc) but the sheer absurdity of this all just outmatches my distress that it happened. it feels like some sort of hallucination becasue it's lowkey just insane. she never even mentioned she was going to do something like this?
there is just no conceivable reason for leigh bardugo to have done this secretly and quietly other then to have stopped people negatively critiquing the show or some other deeply odd notion. and with all of these changes, the new books absolutely are not the 'dregs' editions— the heart of the dregs is the young blood, 'the kids like kaz who he had brought in a organised, who worked the hardest and took the worst jobs'
they are the bad netflix adaption editions. the sympathy for terrible adult cast editions. it's troubling, clearly not a well thought out decision, and deeply bizarre. tell me others agree.
my roommates car is named barff. it was originally bought from a dealership called garff, but then she tinkered with the g on the license plate thing so it looks like a b and now the car is just called barff.
my wife once asked our roomate where she was parked in a group chat. but she messed up the word "parked" and instead spelled it as "garked". and then me and my roommate just started referring to parking as garking because its just really fun to give my wife shit. its just part of the professional little brother playbook.
but also, at some point it stopped being ironic and we just started calling parking garking.
then today me and my wife were looking out the window and we saw our roommate struggling to do a three point turn into a parking space. and as fun as it is to give my wife shit its also really fun to give our roommate shit. so we ran outside and we ran around her car while chanting GARK THE BARFF. GARK THE BARFF. GARK THE BARFF. and then she did, eventually, gark the barff. theres no moral to this its just a surreal part of my life that i really enjoy. maybe tease people more? find your barff and gark it and never ever stop?
Not only should it be law that anything AI generated on the internet should be labelled as such but every website, app, and digital service should have a button I can click that removes any AI from my interactions with that site/service. I don't want your AI assistant I don't want your AI-generated ad copy I don't want this insidious little thing that has crept into so much of the internet that I can be using it without even realising or knowing. If you couldn't be bothered to have a human make it I can't be bothered to look at it sorry bye
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
I have read a few fics with bad bdsm etiquette in the last few days so -
Zoro, if he were a (soft?) dom for Sanji, would be good about giving after care... Right??
what!!!!!! ofc!! in MY brain (everyone else can have their opinions….. as long as they're correct) it’s never about dominance as ownership but its about care through structure. lbr zoro fights by reading rhythm & by feeling the subtle shifts & fr he’d apply the same precision to sanji’s body??? this dude listens with his hands!!! he’s not half-assing anyone’s safety or comfort or peace. esp with SANJI of all ppl, who burns so hot he sometimes forgets to come back down lol. everything about zoro's measured!! he’s lived his whole life training at the edge of breaking points so he knows exactly what it takes to bring someone back from one. it’d be ritual!! the reverence he gives his swords!!!! the deliberate gentleness that says i know what i asked of you & i know what it cost!!!!!
anyway idk if u wanted my opinion or a lil drabble but i guess u get both?!!!!
The world’s gone soft at the edges, all salt and sweat, candlelight, the slow sound of breathing that isn’t quite even yet, Sanji still lying back, flushed and loose and quiet in a way only Zoro gets to see. He looks like he’s been carved down to the very truth of him, no polish, no deflection, no fire left to hide behind. One hand’s over his eyes, the other still trembling faintly where it rests on his chest.
He’s still warm with adrenaline and a little wrecked around the edges, wrists pink and mouth a deliberate ruin. He makes a joke because that’s what he does when he’s shaking. “If you pull fucking tea out of somewhere I’m filing for divorce.”
Zoro doesn’t smile yet. He’s busy. “Colour?”
Sanji swallows, word dropping him straight through the floor into something quiet. “Still green.”
“Good.” Zoro’s voice hits the room like a weight put in the right place. He takes Sanji’s hands and turns them palm-up, not a show of ownership so much as inventory. He works the marks with salve and the pads of his thumbs, patient, precise, tiny circles until the heat goes from angry to human. “Breathe with me.” He taps a beat on the heel of Sanji’s hand.
Sanji follows because it’s easy to do what Zoro asks when Zoro asks like this: no push, only certainty. The shiver running laps along his spine evens then smooths. The ship’s sway chooses the same rhythm they do, the Sunny always on their side. When Zoro lifts Sanji’s wrist to his mouth and presses a kiss there, just gratitude, Sanji feels ridiculous relief move under his ribcage like a tide.
“Slow.” Zoro waits, unhurried, a hand braced at the small of his back like a steady wall that learned how to touch. He wets a cloth and takes the sweat from Sanji’s throat, from his chest, the rope shadow from his hips. “Anything sharp in your head?”
Sanji makes a strangled sound. “Just the part of me that wants to pretend I’m fine.”
“Yeah, that guy’s not invited,” Zoro returns dryly and switches to oil, heat blooming under his palms as he works it in, long strokes down Sanji’s shoulders, smaller ones where muscle splinters near bone. He’s careful with the bad spots and ruthless with the ones that lie. “You’re buzzing. Eat.”
There’s a plate already, sweet bread from breakfast, apple slices, a little pot of honey. Sanji narrows his eyes. “You stole this from my kitchen.”
“No shit.” Zoro breaks a piece in half, tips it to Sanji’s mouth and waits until he takes it. “You crash hard. I hate scooping you off the floor.”
“That happened once,” Sanji mutters around bread.
“Twice,” Zoro grins sharp and fond. He feeds him another piece and Sanji steals the third with his teeth just to be contrary. Zoro lets him, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. “Any bruises talking?”
“My ego,” Sanji says but the words are softening at the edges. He watches Zoro work and it does something painful and good to him, this quiet competence, this quiet devotion. Zoro kneels to check his ankles the way he’d check Wado's blade, kissing the skin when he’s done. He doesn’t make a thing of it.
“Still green?” Zoro looks up from the floor with that one dark, ridiculous eye that has seen him mean and seen him kind and keeps coming back anyway.
“Green,” Sanji mumbles, voice gone low and honest. He reaches for Zoro’s hair because his hands know what to do when his mouth can’t quite manage.
Zoro stands into the hand easily, crowding Sanji’s space just enough to remind him he’s held. He says it like it’s not up for debate, like Sanji can’t wriggle out of it later with jokes: “Proud of you. You gave me everything I asked for and more.”
The compliment hits like heat after cold water and Sanji has to look down. “Shut up,” he mutters but his chest loosens a notch.
Zoro tips his chin up with a finger, checks pupils, checks breath, reads him the way he reads a map no-one else can see. “Soup or bed first?”
“Bed.”
“You got it.” Zoro’s mouth does that thing it does when he’s pleased, all teeth and restraint. He shakes the blanket out, extra pillow produced from some hidden stash only he knows about. He sets Sanji up and slides into the bed beside him with the kind of un-awkward intimacy that took them months to learn and now feels like second nature. “No heavy lifting for a bit, yeah? If you float, you tell me. If something stings weird, you tell Chopper. If you need me, you say.”
“If I need you,” Sanji echoes, not a question. He wants to say a dozen dangerous things but chooses one that’s safe and still bigger than the rest, maybe. “Stay.”
“Always.” Zoro pulls the blanket over both of them and shifts onto his side so he’s a long, warm line along Sanji’s back, hand sliding over Sanji’s belly, possessive only in the way an anchor is possessive of a ship it loves. “Count?”
Sanji smiles into the pillow because it’s ridiculous to be this happy after being ruined on purpose. “One.”
“Two,” Zoro answers and they hum the rest together. He doesn’t sleep until Sanji does and when Sanji finally slips under the last thing he hears is Zoro’s voice, low and satisfied, pressed to the crown of his head: “I’ve got you.”
x
look aftercare looks different for everyone & i'm feeling soft right now so went the soft route but this doesn't mean its correct for you or anyone else!!! but i guess the main takeaway from this is QUIT READING BAD BDSM ETIQUETTE!!! (unless you WANT to do it i guess???) but fr fr fr ;-; take care of your lovers, peopleeeee
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I’ve been thinking about this post all day. In my head it’s a tik tok and Eddie sees it in bed the morning after, and instead of replying he stitches the video and is dead silent, straight-faced as he pans the camera down to the boyfriend in question.
Steve’s got one of those wiggly headbands holding his hair back, a breathe right strip over his nose, and is showing OBVIOUS signs of last nights skincare routine (he’s dewy and glowing, literally).
Eddie pets his head and then turns the camera back to himself (hair a fucking nest, makeup smeared down his eyes, thin red lines just visible over the hill of his shoulders and above his pecs), raises an accusatory brow, and scoffs before he ends the video.
The caption is:
That would be the guy who plays drums on half of our discography.
Fan is absolutely mortified and the video goes massively viral, because how could it not?
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
In all seriousness though... clits also firm up through 100% same mechanism as dicks because the two are essentially the same organ just differently proportioned... if you have any of that you are capable of getting "hard"