"Waste of Space" -Simon the convict
anon hater just accused me of (among other things) "encouraging kids to install malware on their parents' computers". I don't remember ever doing that but it sounded like a fun concept for a post so here are some ideas for things to install on your parents' computers!
- a custom DNS resolver that blocks access to Fox News and other right-wing propaganda outlets
- a keylogger to capture the admin password for your router so you can disable parental controls
- a VPN or a virtual machine running the Tor browser to bypass access restrictions and age verification checks
- your own "parental controls" browser extension, set up to send you notifications if your parents visit websites that indicate they might be spying on you (e.g. Life360)
- a userscript that adds a fake virus warning popup to the donation pages of fascist political parties
have fun! make sure to do loads of reading and learn how things work so you can break them safely and effectively!
oh, and anon, my advice to you is never stab a man who collects knives
Blooky’s wacky family drama
Basically its this:
1. Yes I think tgirls should be allowed and even encouraged to transition. And while it is true to say that you don't necessarily need to do certain physical changes to call yourself a girl, often times this sentiment is shared to downplay the importance of transition and even coerce girls away from it. So I think its vital to actively support, encourage, and assist in full medical and physical transition instead of mere platitudes of "you dont have to transition to be heckin valid!"
2. That said holy FUCK would it kill you to be normal about girls with dicks?
Okay but teacher Grace on Erid having very little say in which kids get filtered into his class, though he is aware that the selection process is super specific and that most of the kids he gets are high performers with star academics and some even with influential parents. He isn't quite comfortable enough with Eridian culture yet to object to the selection process and make it more inclusive, however. That is, until he learns about the special needs kids.
Obviously, there are Eridian kids with special needs, and a few of them even filter into his classes. But one specific type of special needs kid has never shown up in his classes, and the only reason he even learned of the condition is because Rocky and Adrien's first pebble has the condition.
It's initially quite a struggle for them to deal with, and Grace sympathizes of course, because the child will apparently have huge learning and academic struggles and will likely never be able to live on their own. That is, until he learns the details of the disability.
Basically, it's a condition where the part of the Eridian brain that gives them their eidetic memory isn't fully developed, and so these kids just... can't remember things the way most eridians do. And in a culture where an eidetic memory is the norm, all things cater to that, so not having that is actually a massive disability.
But Grace is like, so... this kid just learns the same way a human does, or something like. Which is nothing new to him, though he is somewhat boggled at how much Rocky and Adrian struggle with their infant and their "slow" learning curve, even as far as initial developmental stages. Grace, on the other hand, simply treats the kid the same way he would a human infant, and Rocky and Adrien are impressed with his patience.
But, through this, it occurs to Grace that there must be other kids out there with this disability who likely aren't getting the attention and chances in life that they deserve, because Eridian culture is particularly hostile toward this disability, and actively views those with it as unable to function in regular society.
So Grace demands that a special course be put together where he teaches kids with this disability specifically. Rocky is hesitant, as most kids with this disability are home schooled and kind of... kept shut away. But Grace insists and as one of Erid's saviors, he gets what he wants eventually.
His first class is super small, maybe only three kids because so few parents were willing to advertise that their children have this disability. And because of the stigma around it, even those who agreed to it are super unsure and want to be present during the lessons, perhaps paranoid about the impression it will leave on Savior Grace, who is so accustomed to only teaching the most gifted students.
But Grace knows exactly how to deal with these kids. Some of them have varying degrees of function when it comes to their memory banks, which isn't so unlike teaching kids on earth. And so Grace is able to introduce all these tools and teaching techniques that were previously unheard of on Erid (though very normal on Earth) like having textbooks for reference with you at all times and having strategies that are less focused on memorization for understanding, and providing these kids with tools like calculators and teaching them the art of taking notes to look back on, etc etc.
Suddenly, with all these tools that most Eridians don't need, these kids are learning at a much faster rate, and succeeding with the help of all their little tools. And because so many normal eridians are ignorant of Grace's actual biology, it's shocking to them that Savior Grace doesn't have an eidetic memory either (shocking to everyone but Rocky anyway)--that his brain functions quite similarly in capacity to these "disabled" children.
Once this news gets around, suddenly there's more kids in his special classes, and there's all kinds of discourse being inflamed because the real reason these kids can't live on their own or function is lack of support from Eridian society.
If Savior Grace, who is well respected as a genius in his own right amongst the Eridians, can function so successfully, they why can't these kids?
I dunno, I just think it's an interesting premise.
Once you've learned to spot the historical signposts, it's interesting how many "generically medieval" fantasy settings manage to miss the actual medieval period on both ends. They've got the Roman Empire rubbing shoulders with the German Renaissance, skipping directly from the year 500 to the year 1500 with nothing in between!
I've been listening to the new soundtracks since they dropped (ATLA Book 3 soundtrack!! Ah! The memories!!) and with the movie and then the trailer for the show... all I can think about is 'where's Suki?!' rn (To be fair, I haven't read the comics, so maybe it's answered there or in that movie I haven't watched yet?)
Saw the eridian hating committee by @edenisquiet and finally thought of a joke so I drew this up. I hope the little haters become just as big as the welcoming committee
This time I remembered to flip the color as well as the template.
EWC by @justcakethanks, EHC by @edenisquiet
Weekly update - Day3
Another week has already gone by! The more I focus on the game, the faster time seems to pass!
A good portion of the café scene has already been programmed, but it still needs a few simple sprites. I'll probably use placeholders for now and finish those after the beta testing is complete! I do have just one screenshots to share with you all! Just remember they may or may not have been edited~ --
Mais uma semana já passou! Quanto mais me concentro no jogo, mais rápido o tempo parece passar!
Boa parte da cena do café já foi programada, mas ainda precisa de alguns sprites simples. Provavelmente usarei marcadores (placeholders) por enquanto e os terminarei depois que o teste beta for concluído! Tenho apenas uma captura de tela para compartilhar com todos vocês! Lembre-se apenas de que eles podem ou não ter sido editados~
❥ comfortable
♡ summary: after two terrible days, all you want is to use your boyfriend as a mattress. unfortunately for you, gojo satoru is very easily distracted.
♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • fluff
♡ author’s note: this was inspired by a post from @silentlunarkiss based on this fanart 😭 i screenshotted it immediately because i knew i wanted to write it, then somehow lost the original post before i could tag them. finally found them again!! ♡
banner by @pixopix
The apartment is quiet when you finally drag yourself through the door, your work bag feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. Your feet are killing you, your brain is fried, and all you want is to collapse into bed and not move for approximately twelve hours.
AMA 2 – Answers Part 19 2/2
Neko: Thank you! I hope you are having fun with us!
Neko: Thank you so much!!
Neko: Jester and Ticket Taker also receive the same salary, in addition to managing the rest of the circus's funds
Neko: Hello!! You've got some good questions here! And complemented the question above
Neko: Now, he needs it
Killer do you love color🤔🤔🤔🤔
Killer: Hey color they are asking me if I love youuuu
Killer : how do you feel ha?
Color : pff we are married what are you talking about ?
Killer : yes but hmmm i don’t know about that~
Color : *gasp* come here
*Color picks up killer
Killer : WAH- okay okay I looovvveee you~
Color : yeah you do !
when I was a kid I tried writing a story about a pegasus that hatched from an egg. a girl found it and brought it to her house, and the line that follows is now permanently stuck in my head. because the pegasus was brand new, right? just born? experiencing the world with pussy fresh eyes? so when it saw the windows of her house, it said "what the heck, it's as though transparent lakes have somehow been shaped into rectangles and firmed up to make the rectangles solid."
and after writing that line, I just shut down Microsoft word in disgust and walked away and did something else for a while. never touched that story again, because jesus christ.
Not to mention the chemical burns, never seeing a tree in person again, spending the rest of his life in 2x gravity, no more cheese, no more bread, never being able to actually touch another sapient being, PTSD, no human medical experts, etc…
But it would be so nice to be that close with somebody!
⋮⟢ drabble: jack abbot and his controversially young gf who’s overly possessive (and he loves every second of it!)
⋮⟢ feeling tired couldn’t write a full fic so here’s a self-indulgent thought!
jack dating a girl who hasn’t quite kicked her petty and possessive tendencies™. it’s definitely a learning curve for both of you, and the fact that he is objectively the most charming man you’ve ever met implies that he definitely comes across as that to everyone else doesn’t help your case. what does help, though, is how keen he is on showing you he’s spoken for, has been for a while, and is not planning on looking anywhere else.
he’s both endeared and confused by it. he’s confused when it pops up at random times. he was also confused about how when it first showed up in your relationship – when you started giving him the silent treatment after a barista left a little heart on his coffee – and he felt so giddy proving to you that he’s only got eyes for you. he’d lit up like a christmas tree on the inside at the idea that you’d gotten mad over him. there was probably something wrong with him.
he knew someone else may have considered this somewhat of a red flag. but jack, instead, found that kissing you all over underneath a tree outside the coffee shop – your cheek, your neck, the corner of your cute scowl, hands holding your waist until the sulk gave out – undid you inside of ninety seconds. it also undid him considerably faster.
he’d thrown out the cup without mentioning it, tucking you both into the dappled shade. the bark of the tree caught roughly against his palms where his arms braced your head, and he was too busy watching the tightness drain out of your pretty face to notice the sting of it. he felt the exact second your fists uncurled from where they’d been pressed against his chest, fingers finding the collar of his shirt, forgetting what they were mad about.
this would not be a problem, he’d decided. he’d take about four hundred more of what people considered a ‘red flag’ if it meant you were entirely his to soothe.
top 10 jobs for serial killers:
- cop
- member of any branch of the military (often combined with some of these other jobs)
- ‘polite family man’
- truck driver
- nurse (gerontology and neonatal specialties especially)
- construction/contracting
- doctor (gerontology and surgical specialties especially)
- anything in the animal agriculture field (particularly pig farming)
- preacher (Protestant evangelical especially)
- account
Bakugo really…really ….REALLYY wants you to wake him up with head.
It all started from a stupid conversation with Denki, Kiri, and Sero.
“She likes what?”
“Yeah man.” Sero grabs his drink and slouches back on the couch, “She’s somehow even wetter in the morning when I do it too.”
Bakugo groaned at this discussion, he just wanted to relax for his day off at home, but the three stooges came in with snacks, drinks, and a new video game to play.
Sero started to talk about his ex he is slowly starting to get back together with and that’s when he revealed he enjoys waking her up by eating her out.
“Sometimes, she does it to me back if she’s feeling nice….It’s the world’s best alarm clock. “
“…Yeah…it is…”
“No way, you too?!”
“It was only like twice!” Kiri throws his hands up surrendering, “Mina asked about it the night before and that was right before my birthday and…well—-“
“Oh my gosh you guys ain’t shit…”
“Wh-what?” Denki laughs catching a thrown popcorn in his mouth Bakugo through at him, “You shouldn’t even be grossed out, we KNOW you and Y/N definitely wake each ither up with sex.”
“Hell yeah, you both are little nyphos—“
“WE’RE NOT?!…we don’t do that freaky shit either.”
“Really? Couldve fooled me. You should try it though, bet you’ll stop looking so pissed off all the time.”
“Everybody get out.”
———
A few days passed since that visit with his boys, and at first it didn’t cross his mind, you and Bakugo have an extremely healthy love and sex life. Very vanilla, with a few moments of extra spicy moments here and there, but for the most part no complaints on either side.
But these past couple days been a bit rough.
Not only have you both been busy, but while scrolling on twitter his little fbi buddy in his phone must have heard his conversation again, because a LIKED video by Denki popped up on his feed of a girl sucking her man’s dick while he slept, and he eventually woke up.
The video rung in his head for a while, until he imagined the scenario with you and him.
Now it’s a week later and he isn’t only horny, but he wants to know the feeling of waking up with your mouth on him.
Bakugo, has made a lot of progress from when you both started dating to now on how to communicate things to each other properly—-he has his own way of doing so, but he gets it done .
Today will be no different.
It was the night before his day off, not yours and you both had some free time earlier that evening to relax with each other, and after some convincing for you to spend the night at his place you both are chilling on his bed watching some movie.
“N/N….”
“Hm.”
Your sleepy voice almost made him flinch, he never wanted to ask you anything when you were less than sober or tired, but it wasn’t until you looked up at him from his chest his hesitation stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you sleepy?”
“Not really. Why?”
“Have you ever uh….thought about waking me up? “
“…No, but I can now. Just don’t slap me when I shake yo—“
“No, I mean.” His cheeks were getting so warm, he usually isn’t this vocal about sex unless he’s actually in the midst of it, but mama ain’t raise no pussy so—-
“Have you ever thought about waking each other up with sex—“
“oh.”
“…like my mouth on you and….”
“My mouth on you.”
Your voice was already dripping with interest, your body sitting up further with a mischievous smile, “I have actually. Especially when you wake up hard, it’s kinda hot—“
“I CAN’T CONTROL THAT.”
“That’s what’s hot about it…but is this limited to just…our mouths?”
Bakugo found this conversation already heavy with sexual tension, his eyes not leaving your lips, and awkwardly trying to adjust his sweats in his seat that you obviously noticed,
“Just…sex. Wake each other up with sex. Mouth…hands—-whatever I don’t care!”
You laugh, as many times you both have done it, he still gets shy with sex talk. It was cute. “…Just give me consent and I will do it more often than not. But on 2 conditions.”
“Whatever you want.”
“1. if you don’t want to be woken up the next morning you have to tell me, no feelings will be hurt about it and if you do don’t wear any underwear.”
“Okay….pervert. What’s the second.”
“Seriously don’t smack or hit me out of reflex if I do.”
“OBVIOUSLY I WON’T. You consent too? Conditions apply to both of us.”
“Of course.”
—————-
Despite already having sex not too long after that conversation, you still had to get up extra early for work, and since you woke up just early enough to have some free time, you decided to try out his offer.
It was easier to access his body considering he was naked from the night before….and have morning wood. You peel the blanket off his body. Bakugo’s dick twitching at the cold air as he sleeps so peacefully on his back, you spread his legs and lay on your stomach to kiss his warm thighs to test the waters, and he did twitch his eyebrows a little…but so did his dick.
You smile at his reaction, taking hold of him gently, a feeling you’re oh so familiar with, you a long strip against his shaft.
Bakugo didn’t move much, but what you did notice while licking him is that he is much more whiney when he’s sleep.
“Y-y/n…”
He sounded so needy, but you couldn’t focus on that right now considering once he wakes up you have to get dressed and head to work.
Hips bucking lightly you take half of him inside your mouth, it was already watering by the time you finishing teasing his tip. It didn’t take long until Bakugo moaned out your name again.
“Damn it—-you—-…”
“Good morning.” A loud pop comes from your lips as your stroke him to orgasm, the loud wet noises made him embarrassed, covering his eyes with his hand, but his hips following the rhythm of your hand,”Eager, huh.”
“Shut—ah!”
Seeing you put your mouth back on him, bobbing up and down was always the key to making him cum faster, even if his vision was still blurred from sleep.
You kissed his trembling body up to his panting lips, sleepy breath or not you just had to kiss him one last time.
“You were fake sleeping half way weren’t you.”
Though his eyes were still covered by his arm, he smirked.
quick season 11 pearl drawing!
im here for jackson bearwife healy
there are only ghosts here
Monster dating sim with a Sierra adventure game circa 1990 ethos about bad endings where the monsters are genuinely well meaning and there are just an unbelievable number of ways for them to accidentally kill you, and – this is key – there's a fuckass narrator who has a unique stupid pun for every single one.
on the topic of disabled characters, though, i think a LOT of artists give characters mobility aids that their character wouldn't actually benefit from using.
i'm sort of having a mild brain fog moment rn so i can't fully articulate what i'm on about, but i think a lot of able-bodied artists view things like canes and crutches as interchangeable. and they often don't know enough about the wide range of mobility aids to make an informed decision about what their character might actually use based on their disability
i also think that aids like walkers and rollators are sort of viewed as "cringe" on some level, and many people view them to be "just for old people," so many artists will opt for giving a character who has full-body pain and fatigue a cane (which, in many cases, can potentially WORSEN full-body pain) instead. and a lot of people don't realize that most wheelchair users are able to walk, so they don't consider it an option for characters with chronic pain
please reblog this linked version, ty <33
I want all of my mutuals to thrive and be happy
It's always fun when an author claims their work contains no politics, because either they're blatantly lying, or they genuinely think they're telling the truth and you get a lot of insight into what assertions about human nature they regard as so obviously and self-evidently true as to lie outside the political sphere.
You know that Margaret Atwood quote talking about how a major effect of existing as a women in a patriarchal society that objectifies women is that when you are a woman, even when you're alone, you can't escape that self-peception from the view of the male gaze?
The one that ends, "You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur."?
I really do think that pushing this concept precisely one degree further in the other direction would explain a LOT about how we ended up with this whole "Incel, looksmaxxing, manosphere" clusterfuck, I just need 20 minutes and an antidepressant to articulate how
I've probably posted about this before but it still gets me that Ripley (my parrot) has a special nickname for my spouse, Tev. Like he knows and uses the names of everyone in his flock (me, Tev, Steve, and Cheese. also a couple of our friends and my mom's dog) but because Tev calls him "Ripley buddy," a couple years ago Ripley started calling him "Tev buddy" instead of just Tev. He doesn't call anybody else buddy. He knows that 'buddy' is a special suffix for him and Tev to use with each other's names because they love each other. Doesn't that just melt your fucking heart
The media blackout on Palestine coinciding with new bomb types dropped in a ceasefire tells its own story.
Nothing says "ceasefire" like a Thermobaric bomb. I guess "ceasefire" means something else down there than here... What pigs. They saw it as too hot and the temperature is too high, so they bombard us with heat generators. Damn them.
These are the very first paintings I made for Avatar Aang: The Last Airbender. I designed the art style for the Sonam and Tagah scenes throughout the film! I want to thank PD Jake Panian and AD Aaron Loftis for trusting me so much with these parts of the movie; their incredible leadership and support carried our entire team.
Lesson #23 Digestion
And with certain only very certain rocks that contain carbonate minerals, specifically limestone, chalk, and marble, can be dissolved by weak acids. So this is mostly for comedic purposes.
As always thank you to my phenomenal beta readers!
𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in (longer ver.)
Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've known and loved him first before this entire ordeal even happened and blew up — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
Nearly a decade has passed since everything concluded: Gojō Sensei is unsealed and alive and has won the fight, Kenjaku is killed, lost a lot of people in the process, Yūji is permanently Sukuna's vessel (not a big deal anymore), and for some twisted reason, Yūji seems to stop aging altogether (the big deal).
With Jujutsu Tech slowly being rebuilt to a "better" version, a lot of you have also opted to stay in the dorms for the mere convenience of it. That, and it's basically a coping mechanism for everyone.
And as with everything else, his predicament doesn't truly stop either of you from doing things you love and from being intimate around each other. But where Yūji excels in self-control against what's residing within him, it appears that the majority of that said will, if not everything, is thrown out the window the second you go and beg to be fucked.
And fucked real good. Or badly. Whichever way one wishes to put it.
Maybe that's partly on you, or him, or even both of your asses to blame. But, really? Can you blame yourself when Yūji looks stupidly hot all the damn time? Stupidly, massively hot and bothered?
Especially when he wears a simple white shirt which accentuates how broad he is everywhere, when he looks like his brain stops functioning and he's looking at you with only the thought of fucking you bone-dry, and his dick decides to run on autopilot and take him to a blissful place right between your thighs.
Yes, can you really blame anyone with how immaculate he is?
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between clenched teeth.
A vein appears in the middle of his forehead, contemplating whether he should start moving and ram his cock all the way in or give you a chance to adjust to his girth first.
"Ah, Yūji," you whine, "just go in. Stop teasing."
"T-Teasing? I'm not teasing, sweetheart." He manages to choke an incredulous and breathy laugh at your whining. "You think this is easy for me, too?"
You playfully slap his muscled arm. "Shut up! You know what I mean!"
"Damn, even after all that," Yūji grits. "Even after all the sex we had every night, you're still tight."
With a shuddering exhale, Yūji grinds forward, pressing himself deeper into your petaled hole until you whine and drag your nails up and down his back and coax him closer.
"Oh, yes, baby. Shit —yes, yes, — yes," he incessantly babbles. "You're sucking me in completely. I could come right here — shhiiit!"
His lips head for yours and capture you in a heartbeat. Your nails move towards the front where you lift the hem of his shirt to feel his toned stomach. A languid moan erupts from your throat, and Yūji relishes swallowing your sounds.
His name echoes past your lips soon after he breaks contact. Each drawl of the consonant you utter is like a song of reverent praise that effectively shuts him up.
"You're taking me so well." He whispers, eyes glazed. "Such a good girl you are for me."
"Baby," you whine again, locking your legs around his waist.
"I know, I know." Yūji moans at the feeling, more so when he feels your teeth tease the crook of his neck.
It's intoxicating; it leaves his fogged-up brain even more fogged, and it's taking him greater lengths to fight through both of your horniness to keep himself at a steady, level pace for you. Otherwise, you'd probably be limping for days, even resort to crawling if you need to get to point B.
Hell . . . that doesn't sound bad at all.
"Oh, baby, please don't do that. You know I'm sensitive there." He lightly scolds you, pulling at your hair in warning.
"But you taste so good, though."
He supposes if he's going to fuck you the way he wants to, how long he intends to, and the way you let him, then he's not going to deny you what you want to do with him, too.
In fact, if he isn't so gung-ho with you and your immaculate pussy that's still sucking him in greedily as he continues to stretch you, and if he didn't let his dick dictate his decisions, then he would most definitely relish the prospect of you dominating him.
Oh, because if you only know, Yūji would definitely submit to you. Maybe right now you'd possibly doubt that he would, given that he always wishes to be inside you or put you in positions you didn't think you could and do this or that for him. But honest to God, if you tell him to be on his hands and knees for you, he will get that shit done pronto. Put a collar on him or whatever — he doesn't care. Everything you could do to him screams sexy and a lot of sex. So, who is he to refuse that?
"Harder," you find yourself begging him, "please. Yes — yes, right there!"
Yūji's arms that are propped on either side of you buckle before quickly rebalancing himself enough to take most of his weight off of you. "Shh, Fushiguro might hear us. You don't want that, noh?"
"Then he should cover his ears!" You rebuke teasingly. "He knows better. Isn't he the smartest of the bunch here? Come on! He should put his brain to work. Chop, chop, Megumi!"
"S-Stop! Don't make me laugh right now." Yūji bites his lips. "I'm really horny, and I don't want to be un-horny because I'm thinking about other stuff that isn't you."
"Sorry, I'm sorry," You apologize, but it turns into a chuckle because you didn't think you'd be thinking about it, too.
"Relax for me," Yūji attempts to bring the mood back, salvaging what's left of it from your silly, little antics. "That's it, baby. Ease into me again."
Yūji's hold around your thighs changes until your legs rest upon his shoulders, and he pounds against you like an animal in heat. From this new position, his cock sinks further. Skin slaps against skin. While your breathing becomes coarse and ragged, Yūji sounds the same except for minuscule groans of pleasure now and then.
Then, he folds you in half, situates himself a little higher, and pistons his cock back in. You haven't realized you're drooling until he licks the sides of your face.
"Open your mouth." He says, and when you do, he spits twice. "Swallow."
There's a trail of saliva connecting you two when he pulls back. His eyes, however, are transfixed heavily upon the bulge that's appeared at the base of your stomach.
"Remind me to buy a mirror next time. I want you looking at yourself like this. It's so hot, I swear." Yūji drools. "You're so good, baby. So, so, good. Oh — fuck!"
Just when he spills inside of you, and you're about to come down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the room and breaks your release easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly the ceiling becomes the bed sheets as you are flipped onto your hands and knees. Your muffled confusion doesn't go unheard, but other pressing matters come first. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases the shell of your ears.
"Yū —?"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice rumbles deeply against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever graced you with his presence. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would frequently pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something atrocious to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through Yūji like this before — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you closer, forcing you to look into his hungry eyes. The way he looks at you . . . as if you owe him the pleasure he has been denied for so long. "My vessel lost control. I want to know why."
Before you could have swung a cursed tool at him, to trap him within your cursed energy, enough to stall and call Megumi for help or anybody else should he decline, Sukuna slams your head against the bed and fucks you senselessly.
Is it to your imagination, or did Yūji's cock grow bigger? Because for some reason, when Sukuna thrusts into your hole, it's fuller. He is far more brutal and ornery with his movements, too.
"Take it all like you are meant to do."
This is wrong. This is terribly, insanely wrong. Here you are in the mercy of the sadistic curse, cackling like the bastard that he is that he found something to entice himself with, and yet . . . it's wrong to feel how good you're being fucked.
Sukuna nudges your legs with his knees to spread wider for him. His hands busy themselves by mockingly kneading your ass before slapping each cheek hard.
You yelp and bite the corner of the pillow hard. Unfortunately for you, Sukuna notices. He pulls you by the hair again, and tosses everything that would muffle your voice aside. There is a buzz of mischief you can feel swirling around his energy, but you can't decipher it all too well as he shoves you down to the mattress.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
Your back arches unknowingly to the sensation, and before you think twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good, little one." He mutters sadistically, inhaling the scent of pheromones pumping out from you.
His hands are everywhere that he can touch you, and even when he couldn't reach parts of your body, Sukuna merely bends you to his will and lets himself have you any way he pleases. Since the brat's been constantly denying him of you, it's only right that Sukuna gets to have fun with you now.
He fondles your breasts. He pinches your clit. Your thighs are scraped in thin lines of blood that bring him more arousal. Your asshole is gaping at each tense movement he makes out of you. His canines sink to the thin skin of your neck so deeply, he can taste your blood, fueling him into a messy plethora of moans and pleasure like he's drunk on his own aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders.
"W-What?"
"My name. Only."
"Su-ku-na,"
"Louder. I won't tolerate what you refuse to give me. Say my name again, little one."
"Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna!"
"That's it. Keep calling my name as you come."
Your orgasm comes to you like a torrent — harsh and unforgiving. Still, Sukuna doesn't stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you barely manage to make him pull out of you, and you start crawling, he easily drags you back.
"Oh? And where do you think you're going?" He lifts your ass and flicks your clit hard as punishment. "You do not run away from me, unless you want me to kill you."
"But, I need —"
"No."
"Sukuna, please!" You push his body away from you once more, desperately trying to get out of his strong grip. But damn, because of his strength and that it's also Yūji's body, and you know how sturdy he is, Sukuna doesn't budge. Not even a little. "Please, give me a moment."
"And what did I say?" He raises his brow questioningly.
He's fascinated by the way you react to him. When he lazily drawls his fingers around your inner thighs, you shake. When he lets his tongue graze the cup of your ass, you whine. And when he sniffs your cunt, and it smells promiscuously sour and preposterously sweaty, you sound like you're about to come again.
"N-Not there, not yet,"
"What did I say?" He challenges.
"I —" you sound close to weeping.
He pulls your hair. "What. Did. I. Say?"
"No!" You wail, moving restlessly. "You said, no!"
"Good. Ah, you're close. I can tell. I smell it."
And you are — were. When your orgasm hits you like a brick, your mouth could barely keen a sound. Your body caves and molds to Sukuna's shape. You don't need to look behind you to know that the bastard is smirking at how easy it is to make you submit to him. It's sickening since you already know he won't let this one up anytime soon, especially to Yūji.
There's an abrupt change between you and Sukuna once you feel his hold slacken. With him loosening his clutch around your chest, you allow yourself to breathe better and force your eyes to focus on your surroundings. That's when you realize you're flipped on your back, and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No, darling." Yūji breathlessly says. He brushes your hair away from your face. "It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
Reassuringly, you shake your head and smile at him. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji presses his forehead against yours. The heat is still visible in his eyes, though it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at before.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. His cock hardens against your thigh. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out. "It really was."
There, beneath Yūji's hollowed eyes, your gaze lingers towards the triumphant gleam squinting at you in reds and blacks. It tells you exactly what is going through Sukuna's mind: that he's heard of that and he's nowhere near finished with you yet.
You swallow dryly.
"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your cheek tenderly.
You shake your head. "I'll be fine."
"Let me fuck you next, then. Yeah?"
Before you can respond in return, Yūji grabs your hips and enters you. He folds you in half, quickly telling you to wrap your legs around his neck, and then proceeds to pound you as promised. This time, he doesn't hesitate. He thrusts harder and harder, nails scraping against your skin for support.
He spots the mark Sukuna made on your neck, and he dives to your other side with a growl. He laps onto your skin possessively, and you can feel that he's lost all patience with being gentle because the moment he bites down on you, it's not out of consideration anymore. Yūji is claiming you.
"Come for me this time." He sternly orders. His hands lay flat on your stomach, feeling the bulge he caused. "For me. Come for me."
"Yūji — fuckfuckfuck — Yūji!" Something uncontrollable comes out of you, and you realize a second sooner that you've squirted all over him. Your juices drip from his bare chest and down to his untrimmed bush. "I'm sorry, I —"
Yūji stiffens. "What the fuck, Sukuna!"
"Enchain."
"Oh my God, Yūji, come back! Give Yūji back for the love of God!"
"Do that again. Squirt for me, little one." Sukuna growls.
"That was an accident. I — I — I didn't mean for that to happen." You admit, trying to regain proper breathing because, goddamn it, you won't be able to with this fool in the front. "Just give Yūji back!"
"Let me bring it out of you then."
It's obvious to you now that both of them have their preferences in terms of fucking you. While Yūji prefers that both of you are staring at one another and lose each other together in the art of fuckery, Sukuna does anything with you so long as either his dick or mouth is inside of you.
Sukuna lies down and pulls you up until your cunt is angled to his face. You grip the headboard for support, but then you realize that his hold on you is steady and firm. You aren't swaying even when he blows a warm bubble of air directly to your dripping mound.
Then, with his hold tightening, he buckles you down to his mouth and eats you out.
"Ah, Sukuna!" You squawk, gripping his hair. You hear the wet squelches you make from his tongue.
"You're learning." He commends. The deep gravel of his voice vibrates past your pubic hairs and sends you a jolt of pleasure that goes straight to your spine.
And just as when you are once again teetering on the edge of another orgasm, he unexpectedly stops with a loud popping sound and watches your reaction.
You try to move, yet he keeps you at bay.
Of course, King of Curses be damned, when you're this high in being so aroused and utterly fucked by not one but two of them, the consequences of your actions are the least of your concerns. And not even someone who's feared by all is going to stop you.
You swat his hands that are holding you away and rock yourself against his mouth. He teasingly fights for control, but you pin his hands above his head. A spark in his gaze tells you he's enjoying this bit.
Your hair hits his nose and grazes the top of his lips — but you hardly care. If Yūji doesn't care that you're growing your own little forest down there, surely Sukuna wouldn't either. And if he does, then that isn't your problem. He can return your lover to you and fuck off.
You're in a fit of moans and shameless whines, as you ride your pleasure away.
"Open yourself wider for me." He speaks quietly.
Your hands release their hold on him, and you reach down to spread your labia open. He sniffs you obscenely loud, then he seizes your pearl between his teeth, rolls it around torturously, and licks you hard. Instinctively, you buck your hips down on him.
Sukuna pulls a few strands of your pubic hair; it's painful, but it does the trick when you finally squirt all over his face.
"Fuck! Please, I'm coming, Sukuna! SukunaSukuna!"
He slaps your ass in delight. "Good, little one."
Sukuna's control weakens again, and you realize Yūji's coming back. You laugh deliriously, because any person would be wondering what on earth is happening. Never have you thought that both of them would —
"Aw, baby," Yūji coos. "You taste so good."
"Yūji," you call out tiredly.
"Are you tired? We can stop, baby. It's okay."
"No, I want you to fuck me. Please, baby? I want you."
"I've been trying to all night, but someone just keeps —"
"Lift her, brat."
Your eyes widen when you see Sukuna's smile appearing on Yūji's left cheek.
"Shut up!" Yūji slaps himself.
"She will love it. Lift her. Or I will be taking over."
Yūji snarls a curse or two, but obeys nonetheless. He hasn't had his own proper share of fill with you yet, thanks to some bastard.
He hefts you up with your back pressed securely against his chest, his arms cage you so that even if you move, squirm, or wiggle your ass against his throbbing, veiny cock, Yūji promises you within his hold that you will not be dropped.
"Fold her and raise her legs."
"Baby, I just want to ask if that's all right." He grinds himself to your ass.
"Yes! Fuck yes, Yūji! Just do it! Hurry up and fuck me already before he switches with you again!"
Yūji groans. He raises both of your legs until his head is placed between them, and then his dick slides back into your entrance fluidly.
You become a sobbing mess for him.
"Did I ever tell you how glad I am that you're so flexible?" Yūji kisses your collarbone. "You're so hot, being folded like this."
In and out. In and out does the motion go. Regardless of whether you're exhausted or not, Yūji's stamina is unbecoming.
Your eyes roll back, your tongue lolls out, and all you can respond to Yūji or Sukuna or even both at this point — you don't care anymore who is fucking you — are all the jumbled slurs of their names, of you begging, of you wanting more, and more, and so much more.
"Enchain."
"Su — kuna,"
"Submit to me, little one. Submit."
"I submit. I submit! I submit!"
"Let that shadow brat hear you against the walls. I bet he's enjoying hearing you right now, too. My vessel is pretty turned on by what's happening; he’s not even complaining about the switch."
"Ah! Mpmh! Ah!"
"What is the matter? Where are your words?"
"Mmmh,"
"Oh? Are you enticed by the mere idea that somebody else, who is neither me nor your brat, is hearing you being fucked too good?"
"Nng — mphm — I —"
Sukuna pinches your cheeks and angles you enough to look at him.
"Speak."
"Y-Yes! I love this!"
"Well done. Rub yourself. The brat won't stop talking my fucking ear out, so do it for him. I do intend, however, to make you come before he takes control again."
You nod numbly.
"Do not stop until you have come, you have squirted, or you have fainted. I care little what comes first or if all comes together.” Sukuna licks the spot where he's marked you. "If you had been born in the era that I was, I would've taken you as my —"
"I-I'm coming!" You pull hard at his pink hair for support.
"Then come, little one. Come as much as you want."
For the last time tonight, Sukuna's control wavers. But before he returns to his realm, you swear you feel the ghost of his lips caressing the side of your face like a lover he didn't mean to find.
"I got you," Yūji whispers, "I got you. Just keep coming, baby. That's it. You're my good girl. You did so well. So perfect."
Yūji, with his dick still inside of you, slowly lowers you to the bed, tucks a stray strand of loose hair behind your ear, and nuzzles you comfortingly. "How are you feeling?"
"Baby," you try to speak, "too full."
"I'm nearly there. Can you handle one more? For me? Can you, darling?"
"Okay."
"That's my girl." After several pumps and his own release, Yūji finally pulls himself out. "Just rest for now. You're probably too tired."
Without looking at him, you quietly ask, "Sorry, was it . . . too weird for you?"
"I was surprised that it wasn't . . ." He admits, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
Clearing your throat, you reach out for his hand. "Think we can do it again another time?"
"Baby, I thought you'd never ask." Yūji teases lightly. "But maybe we need to set ground rules. Wouldn't wanna complicate things, y'know."
"Hmm, true."
With what's left of your energy, you manage to kiss the tip of his nose before burying yourself into his warm embrace.
You pat the sheets. "Ugh, we need to do laundry tomorrow. Maybe before we go on the mission. Your bed smells."
"Hey! This is all from you, I hope you know." He pauses. "Wait, I like it. Can't I keep it for one more day?"
"Ew. No."
"Didn't hurt to ask . . ."
"Okay," you tap his arm to let you go, "gotta pee before I get an infection."
"Yeah, okay,"
The calm silence between you two doesn't last long when someone bangs against the door angrily, and you hear Megumi's voice calling out to you and Yūji.
And Sukuna. You might as well drag him with you, too.
Megumi also must've summoned his dog because you hear a couple of growls and something scratching the bottom of the door.
"Whatever orgy you all are doing in there, take it elsewhere next time!"
"Ha! And he could've said that shit sooner?"
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for the premise of this fic, "enchain" is not going to be a one-time used deal between sukuna and modulo!yūji — i need it to be used multiple times just for the plot 😗
grace officially moving into his cutesy little biodome house and he immediately is like oh my god. i can take a real honest to god shower. for the first time in... i dont want to think about how many years. i cant imagine how incredible this is going to feel. rocky butts in to supervise which grace is slightly embarrassed about but hey. rocky is probably just... scientifically curious about how humans bathe themselves in ideal circumstances. this isnt a child safety lock type thing. he doesnt actually think ill trip and brain myself somehow. right, rocky? and rockys like no im very sure you will. i dont think ive ever seen you being "graceful" a day in your life. clumsy ass human. and grace is like. :/ RUDE. but he moves the fuck on because hes so excited about his awesome as fuck shower. HOT! RUNNING! WATER! hes going to feel legitimately clean for the first time in ages! sure, they havent synthesized soap yet, but theyll get there! and so hes in the shower, he turns it on and it comes out STEAMING. extremely undignified yelp, he crashes through the shower curtain in his haste to get away, and stands there squinting through the steam. and rocky internally is like WHAT DID I SAYYY but in actuality hes like Ughhh i will consult with biodome team about this :/ (<- was really excited to watch grace lather fluids on himself) wait here. dont do anything dumb. grace continues fiddling with the shower and comes to the conclusion that there are two settings: "boiling" and "off." he has to genuinely deliberate with himself whether a shower is worth stripping three layers of skin off with heat alone. and hes like. Well thats a gamble im fine taking. cut to rocky walking back in like "issue should be solved now" only to find grace crumpled on the ground red as the day he was born and shakily giving him a thumbs up
Not Anymore.
Excerpt from the Human at Heart AU that I work on with my buddy @the-spam-specialist.
I haven’t done a three page comic in a long time. This took about a month to finish!
Speaking of medieval history, it's fun how the popular accounts are all "the peasantry disliked nobles, but typically loved the King and attributed any harmful decisions to bad advisors", and then the rare examples of surviving testimony from actual peasants are like "I hope the King literally explodes".
My dad used to say that the only men who are adamant about their female sexual partners being virgins before them and obsessed with women having low body counts are men who are extremely bad in bed and are afraid of their female sexual partners having anything to compare it to and the ability to recognize that sex is supposed to be good and that particular guy is not good. Which I believe to be true but it was a bizarre yet insightful bit of sex ed to get as a teenager.
The nonprofit’s set to receive a donation of 21 tons of tubers this weekend from suppliers in the Midwest. Hoping to get the starchy vegetables to people in need, the nonprofit will host a “Potato Palooza” event on Monday in Park Hill. “Anyone is welcome to come. They can bring tote bags, wagons, you could back up your pickup truck if you wanted to,” Hissong said. The event is 9 a.m. to noon at the Park Hill Food Recovery Hub, 6090 East 39th Avenue, on July 27.
This is the dream
People don't believe you when you tell them you're a wolf hybrid, not that you don't expect it.
After all, you're a low-presenting hybrid. Lacking really any hybrid characteristics besides your instincts. Something that used to bother you, being the odd one out in a high-presentation family.
Nowadays, it only makes you cock your head at gaz in an imitation of your brother's with their ears "what do you mean you've got a proper wolf on the team?"
"Ghost, our wold hybrid," gaz shrugs all casual, even a bit braggy "not sure he'd like you going around claiming to be one, though."
You doubt that, Given you still smell like a wolf. All hybrids have a certain smell to them that's hard to cover all the time. "Where is he?"
"Probably in the gym– what– hey!" Gaz makes to grab your wrist, then seems to think better of it. Some newbie getting chewed up by ghost is none of his concern...he'll make an effort to keep your blood inside after a few weeks. "...don't be an idiot!"
The gym is empty this late into the night, most lights off except for the section by the punching bag. There, you spot him.
As it turns out, ghost is the highest presentation wolf you've seen yet. He's also in horrible condition.
Matted fur, ears pinned back. You're sure his tail aches to move with all the knots pulling at skin, and by the way he holds himself you wonder what else hurts. You don't get to inspect further, because the second you step closer a deep growl bursts from his chest, eyes catching on you.
It's so sudden you instinctively back off, head tilted back, whining the best you can. Not for the first time, you wish you had proper ears and tail to convey what you mean. Instead, you resort to your voice and whisper "sorry, sir. Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm....I'm the new wolf on the team."
The growling continues for an excruciatingly long moment, warning or show of power you don't know. But between one breath and the next you're being shoulder checked by a body much bigger than yours, stumbling embarrassingly far.
"Stay away from my pack, runt." Ghost glances back at you over his shoulder.
The intimidation is ruined by a better view of those mats, of the claw marks barely peaking out from his shirt. He just looks...bad. unwell.
You wonder why no one's helping him, if he claims them as a pack. You wonder how much you'll have to sacrifice to help him. Christ, that poor lonely wolf in you can't tell danger from opportunity and just wants to bond with something like it.
...decision made, you slink to your barracks and resign yourself to observe ghost for a few days before making a move.
i think the first time grace loses a tooth from scurvy, once they get past the initial panic (“no, i won’t die from losing one tooth” and “yeah, it hurts, but it’s not that bad” and “i can still eat just fine, i promise”), rocky tentatively asks if he can hear it more closely.
“yeah, sure.” grace holds up the tooth to the xenonite barrier.
“no, closer,” rocky says, claws clicking nervously. “want to hold.”
grace considers that. if rocky were to, say, lose a chunk of carapace, he’d ask to have it without a second thought. he’d probably make an excuse about wanting to point a spectrometer at it or test its properties, and he’d obviously do those things, but he’d mainly just want to touch it. to hold a piece of rocky without fear of either of them being harmed.
he drops the tooth into the exchange drawer and rocky lunges to retrieve it. grace has a thousand self-hating, existential thoughts about losing it — his health is declining so quickly, his smile is changed forever, he can guess which tooth he’ll lose next — but they all quiet as he watches rocky pick it up with trembling claws. rocky cradles the tooth in the palm of his hand like a delicate treasure, warbling a wordless tune of delight, and grace thinks that, if he makes it through this, everything might just be okay.
Summer In The City
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I've mentioned this story on here before, but I still feel really bad about it. so in my writing class, this older woman was talking to me about a book she read. specifically about how disturbing she found a scene near the end, where a dragon/demon/thing has evil nasty sex with a lady. and I was like "that's disgusting, please tell me the title so that I can avoid it!"
and then a few classes later, someone asked me what I was reading. without thinking, I said "oh, it's [book title]" and FROM ACROSS THE ROOM the older woman twisted around to give me the surprised pikachu face. I felt so guilty.
I never really wanted to get into this on here but I want to talk about it now so nobody can stop me.
honestly one of the worst things is that I knew. a lot of people talk about not knowing they were trans until xyz event where they realized and went through whatever hardships and then transitioned. people talk about repression and discovery and all these things. and those are all powerful and important experiences I don't see myself as above them in any way. but I knew.
I was never an egg, I was never in denial. when I was 3 years old I dreamed I was a princess. I know this because my family retells it as a funny story. I tried to wear my sister's clothes regularly, I asked people why there wasn't a word for the reverse of a tomboy, I put on makeup, I used she/her pronouns online since I first learned to read and write.
I don't bring this up to do this "I've always been a woman deep down, so you should listen to me as super valid Mr psychologist gatekeeper". my point is that it didn't matter.
I knew, and it didn't matter. it wasn't an issue of having to figure out who I was and then realizing that. it's that who I am was intentionally killed and locked away at every turn. it's not that I didn't realize I was a girl, it's that I wasn't allowed to be one. I was hurt and punished and sent to conversion therapy repeatedly. I can't "go back in time and tell my younger self to save her years of struggle". it wouldn't matter. it wouldn't change anything at all. the issue wasn't a lack of information. it's a lack of power. kids and trans kids especially are subject to so much abuse and we have no power to do anything about it. it is such a great tragedy beyond words. knowing what you want to do and wear and say and be, that you want this name and these pronouns and that cute dress, and being powerless to do anything about it anyway. forced to wear clothes picked out for you by a guardian, only able to use pre-approved nicknames online. only allowed to engage in these specific hobbies and have these specific friends. all of whom treat you like garbage. but it doesn't matter. it doesn't even matter if you know it's unjust, there's no way to do anything about it. it is perhaps the most powerless position anyone can be in. there is no level of knowledge or personal strength that will get you out of it. you just have to shut off until enough time passes for the law to deem you as worthy of being a person.
I think that's a big part of why I'm like this now, once you see that powerlessness, when you experience the depths of hopelessness and disenfranchisement, you can never unsee it. it does something to you
This post is so funny literally proving OOP’s point. Most of “transfeminist” Tumblr can’t handle how queer people described themselves in the 90’s either. Ntm that at least 50% of these are clearly transfems describing themselves, which it’s pretty fucking transmisogynistic to police the language they’re using. The only possible issue is the use of the h-word if said person wasn’t intersex but it’s the 90’s. All these people sound cool as fuck and would probably call OP a cop
When I was in college, I got my first tattoo. Not long after, a guy who sat behind me in one of my classes tapped me on the shoulder and told me that he'd seen my tattoo online, being made fun of as an example of "dumb shit fandom girls do." I'm not a girl, mind you (I'm nonbinary), but to a bunch of people online I was a "stupid girl who got a stupid tattoo for a dumb fandom."
Anyway, the guy from my class was really nice about it--he apologized for having to tell me bad news, and gave me the contact info for the guy who posted it so I could ask for it to be taken down.
Now, the tattoo in question? It's a bird. It's not actually a fandom tattoo, it just coincidentally looks vaguely like a bit of symbolism from a fandom that was popular at the time I got it. But it was enough to unleash a firestorm of "look at this stupid girl with her stupid cringe tattoo" comments.
(Even if it WAS a fandom tattoo...who gives a shit??? It's my body and my tattoo and I don't really give a shit what strangers think.)
The misogyny of my body being put online and circulated for mockery without my consent really fucked me up at the time. I felt awful. I was mortified. I was scared more people would recognize me from the post and give me shit. It sucked so bad.
So I just kinda think you're a fucking douchebag if you participate in tattoo shaming for anything that isn't, like, a blatant hate symbol. I don't really care if you think it's tasteless, or cringe, or badly done, or whatever other justification.
It's jackass behavior.
the only fic i've ever seen that thoughtfully incorporated elements of real life dog sex into omegaverse was hockey rpf but they were breeding hockey players to produce more hockey players and they were the only ones who did this. people who weren't hockey players just had human sex
lots going on here that I really don't feel qualified to comment on but thank you for sharing it with me. enriching to know this is occurring out there somewhere. baruch hashem who makes the creatures different
Something I see getting overlooked a lot when discussing queercoding in historical media is that in many cases it's not evidence that the writers secretly shipped it; it was aimed at straight dudes specifically to freak them out. Depicting a male villain as sexually interested in a male hero reads as horror to the cishet male audience. Like, Venom didn't spend years and years being blatantly characterised as Spider-Man's creepy stalker ex because Marvel's writers were all closeted yaoi fans. That was meant to be scary – which of course doesn't mean you can't read it differently, but don't give them credit they don't deserve!
something i adore about hadestown is that it still meant something, y'know what i mean? like okay, no orpheus's song did not convince hades to give up his empire. hades' love for persephone isn't enough to deconstruct the machine he's built and has convinced himself that he needs in order to protect what he has. but he let them go. he saw the love eurydice and orpheus had for one another and it convinced him to let them try. orpheus may have turned around but they still walked, they almost made it. doubt set it but they were right there. that's further than anyone else can say. nobody else had made it that far. who's to say someone else can't make it a few steps further? persephone is able to leave the underworld and go home again when she needs to. spring has come again, if we're lucky autumn just might too. will this change be permanent? we don't know. but it's something. it doesn't knock down the wall but it's one brick out of it. and that means something. it wasn't all for nothing. it's a crack in the wall. there's a reason we keep singing this old song.