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KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant pressed his nose against the thumb on his open palm and fell into thought. You couldn't take your eyes off his hands: chiseled and thin, they had a mysterious tenderness in them. In a few more seconds, he would put on his gloves again and the mystery will disappear behind them, leaving only coldness and professionalism.

harrypilled

bad cop / good dog

fiyeli

Sunrise, Parabellum

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denimecho

Regular day on the job

seilnakyle

Nightwing (2016) #118

caesarsaladinn

and here, class, we see a heifer attempting to impregnate a bull:

stupit

goblinparty

when u pull a freaky girl but aren't fully prepared for all that entails

maldrea-shoots-stuff

The Great Fairy Tera (Gerudo Desert)

sharkfiinn

so that one yiga side quest huh

chipel6

i wonder which scene they are all reading 👀 i did it to distract myself a bit from the story - imagining that they are all alive and doing well and that's all just a filmmaking, while they are - just actors

discoursedrome

Everyone knows that Coke used to contain cocaine, but I only just learned that 7-Up used to contain lithium; and I guess we still have tonic water with quinine, since you can't have any fun with that. RPG potions are not just a myth but an ancestral memory of this age of legends (1920)

commandershepardvasfuckit

Your monster husband has some peculiar and rather endearing habits after his rut.

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Your monster husband came from a species that didn’t really see breasts as sexual. Most women of his species you saw were fairly small chested unless they were currently breast feeding.

What this ended up meaning for you though was that playing with your nipples or tits just didn’t occur to him. He loved to run his hands all over your hips, thighs, waist, and ass. And if you reminded him, then he would give your chest some attention, but otherwise you were out of luck.

Unless it was right after his rut.

He laid with his head on your chest, exhausted from a very hormonal and horny week and happily nuzzling against you. At this point you were used to it. Waking up with him nearly in tears from being so pent up just from for you to wake up too. He would happily stay buried in you the whole week if you pry yourself off of him to bathe and eat.

Then suddenly a switch would flip and you would get this. A solid day or so of cuddling and clinginess. It was also the only time he showed any interest in your tits.

He couldn’t reach your nipple well with how his tusks got in the way. Long, elephant-like tusks that arched a bit down before curving gently back up. Instead his cheek was pressed into the side of your breast while he used his hand to hold your breast in place so he could suck on your nipple. It was an awkward angle, and his tusk was digging into you, but he seemed so happy.

He was purring loudly and kneading into you with the hand that held onto your breast, his long, pointed ears twitched with each suck. It all made him rather cat-like.

Your skin was a bit raw feeling from where his tusks kept rubbing against you. The one time you asked him to stop several months ago he looked up at you as if he was going to cry and you sure didn’t have the heart to do that to him, not when he was so hormonal and clingy after a rut.

Instead you just scratched his head affectionately. He was always so thoughtful and loving to you, so you figured you could deal with a raw tit every few months since it made him so happy, though it did help that he looked adorably like a big nursing kitten.

biglawbear

I finished reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time in my life. With all of *vague gesture at everything* this going on.

I Am Not Okay

biglawbear

You have to understand. I watched the movies maybe once as a kid when they came out twenty years ago. I've somehow avoided learning like anything about these books my entire life. Literally everything about these books was a complete unknown and surprise to me. Totally blank slate going on. I barely even knew how it ended.

Holy shit.

biglawbear

Frodo didn't complete his task. Sam literally carried him up Mount Doom. And when he got to the end, he couldn't throw the Ring away.

But for Gollum biting it off with his finger, it wouldn't have been destroyed.

So Frodo's journey saved the world nonetheless.

And it broke him.

It was too much for him to bear. He could no longer live in the Shire or live in Middle-Earth. He wasn't of the world anymore. He had to go to the Undying Lands.

He took on the task that no one else would. He saved the world. Everyone got a happy ending. Aragorn became King, Sam rebuilt the Shire, Merry and Pippin became heroes. They all lived in renown.

But Frodo had the hardest task of all. No one else would do it. A simple hobbit who came by the Ring by chance. Not a King, not an immortal. Not a wizard. No power save his will and his friends. And he did it and saved everyone.

And he never got to rest. He never got to remain in peace. The task destroyed him. It was too much.

But there was no other way. Nobody but a simple hobbit could bear the ring all the way to Mount Doom and resist its power so long. Not a man, not an elf, not a wizard; they would have succumbed. Gandalf knew this, which was why he chose the hobbits in all his designs.

It's amazing that one of the precedent setting works in the fantasy genre holds up so well because it subverts what ultimately became the genre's core tropes. The hero was not the King, or a chosen one. In fact, the hero not being the King was a key point that allowed Aragorn to distract Sauron and allow the task in the first place. The hero was someone unassuming but courageous, who did the thing because no one else would, even though it was just by chance he came upon it.

But Frodo couldn't resist the Ring completely. He wasn't superior to anyone else in that way. And in the end it left him broken. The burden crushed him. No one else could do it, and in the end, he couldn't either. He wasn't so special that he was invulnerable.

I'm not okay. Holy fuck you guys.

biglawbear

It's been a week and I'm still not over this, I'll never get over this.

Something that I've been thinking about, as I struggle with depression and anxiety and *another vague gesture at everything* is that LOTR does not criticize Frodo for being broken. It does not shame him or deny him what he needs.

The task was too much and it broke him and that's okay. His friends nonetheless take care of him and let him go with understanding. The book doesn't treat it as a bad thing.

This seems to be a theme throughout the books. The characters rest and heal. They spend time recovering in Rivendell, Fangorn, Lorien, Ithilien. It's treated as good and necessary. They don't heroically endure endless torment from the second they set out until they're done.

And in Gondor's march from Minas Tirith to Mordor, Aragorn recognizes that some of the very few men he's taking with him don't have the heart to go to battle against the Enemy. And he says that's okay. He gives them other tasks the they can do. They hold other strategic points. They aren't shamed for not going all the way, or kicked out, or told that they aren't manly or whatever. Their limitations are recognized and respected. The task was too big and it was okay that they couldn't do it.

I don't know man. I've held on through some absolutely crazy shit. White knuckled through mental health crises when my doctors were begging me to take a break, to go to the hospital before I hurt myself. My therapist has tried to slow me down and tell me that I've been going through it and it's understandable that I am feeling some kind of way. Even one of my colleagues remarked that I've had an absolutely fucking wild career and that I've seen more as a lawyer of seven years than she has as a lawyer of forty. But I've gotten it into my head that I have to be strong, I have to be independent.

Fuck me, man, I'm currently white knuckling through life and hanging on by a fucking thread. A few weeks ago I was about an hour away from checking myself in to a mental health facility until my best friends swooped in to help me. And then I went right back to work.

And then I read this book. This fucking brilliant and beautiful book written by a man who had seen the horrors of war and spilled it all over the page. And I read it for the first time as an adult with full understanding and experience of what it all means. And it hits me like a fucking truck.

And it says that you can't endure everything. That at some point you need to rest and heal. That if you take on too much you will break. And that all of that is okay.

How am I supposed to move on with my life after reading this?

three--rings

Certainly there are many messages within Lord of the Rings, but you have to think that Tolkien would have been happy that this message in particular was still being conveyed all these years later.