I Choose The Bear

They are lonely souls clinging desperately to each other in a sea of emptiness, knowing that if they let go, they’ll drown. Knowing that it doesn’t matter if they LIKE each other or not, they’re all they have. Oooh, it goes past love OR hate OR dependency. That bond is DEEP.

Plus, they are dom and sub. Which does not matter for anyone who is not in the lifestyle. But for anyone who is, that bond is incredibly intimate because of the surrender that it involves and the level of trust, and it is distinctive from any other kind of relationship. It is another example of a relationship with an intimate bond, regardless of whether or not you “love“ them. (Tagging @thequeenofsastiel here, we’ve had this convo abt Loumand!)

Such a long marriages have tentacles. They have teeth. I think maybe a lot of fans in the show aren’t used to long marriages, they want neat and sweet and clean romances to ship. Not something more complex and nuanced.

And probably my worst frustration with IWTV it’s just that it wraps up so quickly that I have questions that never get answered. Exactly how active was Armand with the trial, really? Because I don’t believe he wanted Louis to die, I think that was a nightmare for him!!!! I believe if he was pressured into it!!! he gets no credit for rescuing Louis starving to death. They don’t get any real chance to talk!!! And it looks like that won’t get revisited, b/c Lestat doesn’t care about their marriage!

He wouldn't. He just wouldn't. And I think Sam was likely a focal point for the will of the coven. Someone through whom they could focus their will against Armand.

Yes, absolutely. And thank hell for all the authors who write character-driven, ship focused fic for us to soak in the vibes to.

But also…

thank hell for all the authors who write angst, whump, and hurt no comfort, for us to luxuriate in blorbo's hurt and pain and cry or cackle.

thank hell for all the authors who write cheating, love triangles and affairs for us to consume large quantities of popcorn to and yell 'oh no, they didn't'.

thank hell for all the authors who write case fic, mission fic, and intricate, plot-driven stories to replicate the feel of canon, when canon has stopped or gone wrong.

thank hell for all the authors who write 'fix it' fics when canon has betrayed us with bad vibes, plot holes and deaths.

thank hell for all the authors who write poly ships when what we need is just for everyone to get along and screw instead of screw up.

thank hell for all the authors who write gen fic when we're not interested in romance.

The women’s World Cup is next year!! And another reminder to all my American followers, the US men’s team have won 0 world cups in total. While the US women have won 4! So, remember to cheer on the women next year. If you’re not American, there are a ton of AMAZING women on the other international teams that need support :)

Yes definitely. Jay wants obedience but he also loves making Sun be obedient. He enjoys that Sun is a mouthy little shit who has a sub buried deep within him that Jay needs to force to the surface. And Sun likes it too, even if he doesn't want to. His first fantasy about them involved him challenging Jay and then having Jay push him against the couch and pin him down to kiss him while Sun briefly struggled before eventually giving in. The fact that Sun is strong and a fierce fighter is super important when it comes to the brat taming, because he can actually fight Jay off when he wants to. The scene in the office in which Sun had the mascot suit on comes to mind. Jay shoved him over the table in order to see his tattoo, and Sun struggled and protested, but let Jay hold him down with one arm. He eventually pushed him away, though, without seemingly much effort, once he actually wanted to.

please try this on for size:

(I used to read a blogger who insisted that “All right, I’ll go to Hell,” from Huckleberry Finn is the most pure and perfect prayer in the canon of American literature.  Meaning, as I understand it, that the decision to do the right thing in the face of eternal damnation is the most holy decision one can make, and if God Himself is not proud of the poor mixed-up kid, then God Himself is not worth much more than a “Get thee behind me,” and the rest of us should be lining up to go to Hell too.  Worth noting that this person identified as an evangelical Christian, not because he was in line with what current American evangelicals believe, but because “they can change their name, I’m not changing mine.”  Interesting guy.  Sorry for the long parenthetical.)

Anyway, the point of Huck Finn, as far as I can tell, is that you can still choose to do good in utter darkness, with no guidance and no help and none of the right words.

This right here.

If “you should be willing to sacrifice everything, including your soul, to protect your friends when everyone around wants your help hurting them” stops becoming a moral lesson because someone says the n-word, I think people are… a little TOO impressed with the power of hate speech.

Hate speech is a terrible thing, but it’s not witchcraft. It has the power we grant to it.