My doordash turned out to be a Rotting Fodder 🧟 & instead of delivering my food he started hitting me over the head with a big ass spade man i dont have time for this right now 😭 cant have shit on triton avenue
i've found my little zone in fandom that i'm comfortable in, but it occurs to me that others are still struggling to find the people who actually enjoy this game! and who talk about it!
so please do reply or reblog if you're veilguard positive and talk about it uwu
I think one of the funniest abortion stances I've heard was from my parents neighbor. He's a like, hard-core libertarian viking larper guy who is very tall and very fat and very bald.
He believes a fetus is human with a soul, but also its "basically attacking the woman's body" so if she wants to get rid of it, that's "basically self-defense". He compared it to shooting a home invader. So he supports abortion not as healthcare, but as killing a baby in self-defense
Y'know I'm so glad someone reminded me of this. Because this was also discussed.
My stepmother did NOT like the way her Libertarian Viking Neighbor framed pregnancy as the fetus "attacking the woman". She incredulously told him this was extremely disrespectful to expectant mothers to portray pregnancy as so violent and negative.
Libertarian Viking Neighbor's response was that people consensually hurt each other all the time, and "there's like a whole community about that, with the acronym the one that starts with a B" And his reasoning was that if the mother was consenting to bring attacked by the baby, it in fact wasn't violent and negative because there was consent.
He brought up people consensually hurting each other, didn't go for one of the obvious answers like boxing or body mods or something, no he went STRAIGHT TO BDSM and he DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER THE ACRONYM
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stirred awake, blinking against the brightness as the remnants of sleep clung to your mind. The familiar scent of coffee wafted in from the kitchen, mingling with the light fragrance of Johnny’s cologne that lingered in the sheets.
You turned to your side and smiled at the sight before you. Johnny Cage, the legendary actor and martial artist, lay sprawled out on the bed, his tousled hair falling across his forehead. One arm was thrown over his eyes, a playful shield against the sun, while the other was tucked beneath his pillow. He looked relaxed, carefree—like a man who had momentarily shed the weight of the world.
Unable to resist, you gently traced your fingers along the contours of his jaw, a soft smile dancing on your lips. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, prompting you to lean in closer. The warmth radiating from him was comforting, and you couldn’t help but feel content in this moment.
Just as you settled back against your pillow, Johnny stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times, taking in the sight of you before a slow smile spread across his face. “Mmm, good morning,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you replied, grinning back at him.
He stretched lazily, his muscles flexing beneath the covers. “I love waking up next to you in the morning,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “There’s just something about it that makes everything feel right in the world.”
Your heart fluttered at his words. “I feel the same way,” you confessed, your cheeks warming slightly. “It’s my favorite part of the day.”
Johnny rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at you. His expression shifted to one of playful seriousness. “You know, I could get used to this whole waking-up-next-to-you thing. It has a nice ring to it.”
“Yeah?” you asked, arching an eyebrow playfully. “What else has a nice ring to it?”
He grinned, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. “How about ‘Johnny Cage: The Most Charming Man in the World’?” He threw his arms wide as if presenting an award.
You laughed, shaking your head. “That’s a pretty lofty title, Cage.”
“I’m just saying it could work,” he replied, feigning offense. “I mean, I am pretty charming, right?”
“Very charming,” you admitted, rolling your eyes affectionately. “But maybe it’s your incredible martial arts skills that really do it for me.”
“Ah, so it’s the whole package,” he said, winking at you. “I knew it! Just my good looks and killer moves. It’s what draws the ladies in.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. “More like your ridiculous confidence, but we’ll go with the ‘whole package’ for now.”
Johnny laughed, the sound warm and contagious, filling the space around you with light. Then he leaned in closer, his eyes softening. “But seriously, waking up next to you? It makes me want to take on the world. Like, if I can survive this moment, I can handle anything.”
Your heart swelled at the sincerity behind his words. “Then let’s take on the world together,” you said, leaning closer to him. “One morning at a time.”
He smiled and closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. It was sweet, soft, and filled with a promise of more mornings like this one.
When he pulled away, his eyes sparkled with mischief once more. “So, what’s the plan for today? More coffee? Breakfast? Or should we just stay here and bask in our morning glory?”
You giggled, knowing that this moment was exactly what you wanted. “Coffee sounds good, but I wouldn’t mind a little more basking first.”
He grinned, leaning in to capture your lips again. As the morning sun poured into the room, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that as long as you were together, every morning would be bright and filled with love.
The best part of getting older is aging out of the demographic that gets killed in horror movies. I am now the age of the kooky local at the gas station who warns the band of college kids not to go to Camp Murderblood
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