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fetishfairytales2 · 11 days

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Besties 10 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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I couldn't help but let out a laugh as I watched Brandon wriggle and writhe under the Hitachi, each vibration bringing him to another climax. "So, how many times is that now, sissy?" I teased, flicking off the Hitachi and grinning at the large puddle of cum in his diaper.

"Well, well, well, Brandi, that's quite the puddle of looser go, huh?" I teased, tapping my phone screen. "And it looks like Heather has really turned into a hottie pornstar, huh? What a shame for you, honey. I mean, with skills like that, how could any man resist?" As I spoke, I lightly traced my fingers along his sensitive skin, loving the moans coming from him. "Oops," I chuckled, sticking my tongue out playfully. "I guess you don't really have much say in the matter, do you?"

Our fun was cut short when the phone in my perfectly manicured hand started ringing. Without even checking, I knew who it was. And judging by the fear in Brandi's eyes, she knew it too. "Hey girl!" I answered in my most cheerful voice. "How's date night going?" I put the phone on speaker to give Brandi just a little more to cry about. "So, give me all the juicy details," I laughed eagerly.

"Mmm, I hope Brandi is listening," Heather said with a giggle on the speakerphone. "This is just incredible, babe! You were totally right, I needed tonight," she laughed, telling me everything. "I arrived at his place and of course, I dropped my coat right at his doorstep. He tossed me onto his couch and fucked me like I had never felt before. It was so hot! He’s got an amazing dick girl! And then we went out for drinks and dancing, and can you believe it, somehow, we ended up going at it for round two in the bathroom! That boy is head over heels for me!"

I was practically dying of laughter. Seeing the look of pain on Brandi’s face as he heard about Heather's wild night, and imagining her moaning like a whore while bent over a bathroom sink, it was wild! "Seriously, girl?!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing. "You let him get it on with you in the freaking bathroom?!"

"Let him?!" Heather cackled, "I begged him for it!" We dashed into the bathroom, locked the door, and he ripped my dress right off. His hands were all over me, kissing and licking every damn inch of my body. And when I was ready for him, he threw me onto the sink like a ragdoll! He was yanking my hair and making me watch myself in the mirror! I swear, I was probably screaming so loud that the whole bar could hear me! I had two orgasms before he even finished!"

I gave Brandi's little peepee a flick and sneered at him, asking Heather "More fun than the sissy?" I laughed at him as Heather chimed in, "my fucking vibrators are more fun than that loser. Speaking of which..." Poor Brandon was shaking in his boots, clearly intimidated. "Looks like you two are having a little too much fun without me," Heather chuckled knowingly. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, scanning the room for any sign of her coming home early. "Top right of the dresser, behind the teddy bear," she explained with a smile in her voice. I squinted and could barely make out what she was talking about.

"Oh my god, that's fucking hilarious!" I was dying of laughter, "A video camera? In your bedroom? Girl, you are savage!" On the other end of the line, Heather was cracking up too. "Oh yeah, lots of fun home videos for me to make and force Sissy to watch! Of course, plenty of chances to make sure Brandi is being humiliated enough!” I waved at the camera; “Can you believe she was being fussy?” Heather asked, almost indignantly. “Even though you were being so nice and playing with her!" At first, I thought Heather might be mad about my idea of playing games with Brandi, but nope, she's always down for more sissy humiliation. I swear, my best friend is the queen of tormenting this pathetic loser.

I slyly stroked the head of Brandi's dick, finding his most tender spot. I wanted to make sure Heather notifed his squirming. "He's been acting up lately," I hinted, "Do you see? He can't keep still!" Heather snickered, catching onto my plan. "You know," she exclaimed loudly enough for Brandon to hear clearly on the phone, "Maybe he's just hungry..."

"Leave 'Princess Pampers' in the bedroom and go grab her din-din from the fridge," Heather taunted. The excitement in her voice and the fear in Brandon's face were both so obvious. I just knew this was going to be a blast! I pointed to Brandi and gave him a little pat on the head before strolling down the hallway. "Don't you dare move, sweetheart," I said with a smug smile.

I skipped down the hallway, buzzing with excitement. "What exactly am I looking for?" I asked eagerly. Heather just laughed and said, "oh, you'll know it when you see it." I shrugged and opened the fridge door. My eyes widened in delight, and I let out a little squeal. "No way! Girl, what is this?" I pointed to the four identical baby bottles on the top shelf.

"That's what Baby Brandi will be eating for dinner," Heather said, with a vicious laugh on the phone. The bottles were impossible to miss, each one with a hot pink cap shaped like a penis! The toys were at least three inches in length with prominent veins bulging from them. "Holy shit," I exclaimed in disbelief. "These are even bigger than his penis-paci!" Heather was cracking up. "Gotta give her some practice, right?!"

I grabbed one of the bottles and took a closer look. It was covered in a cutesy Disney Princess pattern, with silver glittery writing that caught my eye. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw it said "Daddy's Little Girl" and had a kiss print next to it! "These are just too perfect for your little sissy," I laughed as I talked to Heather. "I mean, we both know how obsessed she is with her Daddy Conner." she chuckled in agreement.

Heather practically jumped through the phone with excitement before I could ask her what was in the bottles. "Can you FaceTime me when you go back upstairs?" she eagerly asked, adding how feeding Brandi was her favorite part. I couldn't help but giggle at her excitement. "Should I warm it up for her first?" I asked. "Oh, no, no!" Heather replied in her sweet mommy voice. "It's better when it's cold. Makes her drink it slower. And that's more fun for us!"

"Okay then..." I chuckled, heading back to the bedroom. Brandi was quite the sight, dressed up in that cute onesie and choking on a penis-shaped pacifier. And let's not forget the vibrator attached to his tiny dick and the cum-filled diaper underneath him. Heather really knows how to break a man. "Time for dinner, Sissykins!" I sang out, connecting with Heather on FaceTime and placing the phone beside the bed.

I let out a wicked laugh as I removed the Hitachi wand from Brandon's sissy stick and pulled him closer to me, forcing his head onto my lap. With my hand covering my mouth in mock surprise, I cooed, "Oh my, look what I’ve got for you! Cuckysitter Lyndsey has your ‘yum yums’!" I pulled out a bottle from behind my back and taunted Brandi with it, pretending to be excited. "Are you hungry, sissy? Of course you are!" I held the bottle above his head, swirling its contents and sneering down at him. Poor sissy looked defeated and broken; she had long given up resisting. But this wasn't about making her submit anymore; it was all about having a little more fun and tormenting her as much as possible.

“Is my sissy girl ready for din-dins?” Heather's voice reached through the FaceTime call as I saw her sitting up in bed, with a sheet strategically wrapped around her chest and her hair in a sexy mess. "Girl, did you just finish round 3?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Round 4, actually... he finally passed out," Heather replied, raising an eyebrow at me. Smirking, I glanced down at Brandi and teased, "Good luck ever getting her to see you as a real man again, Sissy!" Heather rolled her eyes and confidently reminded Brandi that he would only ever be just a sissy doll for us girls to play with. "What's in the bottle?" I finally asked, dying to be let in on the secret. "Well," Heather laughed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "It's a special formula."

Heather gave me a coy little smile and casually shrugged, "It's really just a liquid-only diet for Brandi. You know, little babies can't handle solid foods. And protein is essential for them to grow into big girls. Oh, and of course it's thick and creamy, but just a little salty..." She showed off a used condom in front of the camera, laughing as Brandon starred up at me in horror and humiliation.

"No freakin' way!" I squealed with excitement, almost leaping off the bed before putting Brandi's head back in my lap. Heather's grin spread across her face, very proud of herself. "She guzzles it all down, like, three times a day!" I was in disbelief, my jaw practically hitting the floor as I gazed down at the humiliated cum drinker in my lap. I turned to Heather with a shocked expression. "You can't be serious," I scoffed. "Oh, I am dead serious, sis," Heather laughed. "This is Conner's cum and that little cum slut drinks it!"

I held the bottle over Brandi's head and laughed. "Big cock, big loads I guess," I teased, swirling the contents of the bottle around again. "Look Brandi, this is what a real man's jizz looks like." Heather continued the humiliation quickly, adding in; "not like your little squrities little girl. Daddy Conner gets to shoot his real man loads inside of me, not sissy Pampers." I leaned my head in close, scolding Brandi through giggles; "You deserve this," I jeered. "You deserve to drink the cum of the man that is fucking your girlfriend. You're not a real man; you're not even an adult. "You're a diaper-wearing sissy little girl."

"Since Brandi's been acting so naughty lately," Heather giggled mischievously, "I have a special surprise for her. Look at how delicious your dinner looks, Sissy!" I dangled the bottle in front of Brandi's face as her ex-girlfriend spoke. "I've had these in the fridge for a week now. And they're extra thick, just for you. It's going to take you forever to suck all of them down!" I grabbed a handful of Sissy's hair and pulled her head back, using my elbow to steady her. "You'll be chugging all of this, Miss Pissy Pampers. All four bottles." BrandI'd eyes widened with fear and his cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

Heather couldn't contain her moans as she watched her sissy be tormented in front of her. "Fuck, Lyndsey, this is so hot. Watching you dominate Brandi really gets me wet," she confessed. I couldn't help but grin, knowing I had an audience. "Well, sissy, looks like you have a new role in life. Misery suits you well, loser. And if your Mommy gets tired of using you for her own amusement, maybe she’ll give you to a real man and you'll be stuck in that pink chastity device for eternity, sucking dick. You're nothing but a living sex toy now, just there to please your mommy."

"Mmm, don’t stop..." Heather's voice grew deeper as her hands moved underneath the covers. I made a note to myself to research this femdom stuff - maybe Heather would take notice. "Oooh," I murmured silently, formulating wicked ideas to make Heather hot and torment the helpless sissy. "I want to watch Daddy Conner bounce you on his strong knee," I said with an evil smirk. "I want to see that little chastity cage flopping while a real man forces you to bounce in a dirty diaper with a big plug in your sissy bottom! What do you think, babes?" I turned and looked toward my phone. Heather was touching herself, moaning softly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I want to see you bounce up and down like a little baby, moaning behind your pacifier while you feel his strong manhood against your sissy pussyâ€¦”

Heather was right on the edge of orgasm. "Oh my god," she gasped, getting hotter. "Make him suffer," she commanded as she watched me grab the pacifier from Brandi's mouth. He resisted, struggling against my grip. "Come on, sissy," I teased. "I know how much you love having a cock in your mouth, but you're just too fussy. You must be hungry," I taunted as I covered his nose and waited for him to gasp for air. And when he did, I forcefully inserted the bottle into his mouth, squeezing it, pressing against his Adam's Apple, forcing him to swallow.

"Open wide," I taunted, "here comes Daddy..." I squeezed the base of the bottle and watched Brandon's eyes bulge. “Aww, sissy, you look hungry!" I could feel him resisting, squirming in my lap and attempting to block the cum flowing from the bottle with his tongue. "Oh no you don't, Brandi," I teased, massaging his throat with my hand. "Proper girls swallow, young lady!" He struggled for a moment longer and then swallowed, realizing he had no other option. "Good girl, you swallow all the jizz like the good little whore you are!"

Heather was moaning her head off, shaking visible. She finally came, all while Brandon was just getting started on that tasty cum. I took the bottle from him and shoved it back in his mouth over and over, making him suck on the cock-shaped tip. "Aww, look at you go," I taunted. "Sucking and swallowing like a pro." Heather, still recovering from her orgasm, licked her lips. "That was amazing!" I playfully winked at her and replied, "Oh, just wait until you get home. You can really show your gratitude there."

"Mmm, show my gratitude, huh?" Heather said with a seductive giggle. "What did you have in mind?" I playfully shrugged, a wicked smile spreading across my face. I squeezed the bottle again, forcing more of the thick liquid into the sissy's mouth. "Let's see how tired you are when you get home," I wink, causing Heather to giggle again. "I would love that. But that poor girl sissy, she'll have no choice but to watch. How terrible for her," Heather said with a mischievous grin. I pulled the bottle away and squeezed it gently, drizzling the cum onto Brandi's face. "Oops!" I laughed mockingly. Then, with a cruel smirk, I smeared the jizz onto his nose and lips. "There we go, now you look like a proper little cum whore, huh?" I taunted. "Now, let it dry on your face like a good girl. Stick your tongue out, sissy. Really work for Daddy's cum. Show me how badly you want it..."

As poor little Brandi tried to keep his long lost dignity, I made him swallow the load of some other dude who was fucking his girl. Heather and I just carried on our conversation like he wasn't even there. "It would be such a pity," I snickered, forcing more cum down his throat. "If Brandi had to watch his hot girlfriend, who won't even touch him, and her gorgeous friend gettin' it on." Heather chimed in, joining in on the teasing. "Maybe we should shower together. Sissy here would have to just stand outside and listen to us."

"Aww," I pouted, "that's no fun. It would be even bitchier if we made him stand in the corner of the shower and watch while we played. Maybe he could even help us soap up and then we can clean each other off." Heather threw her head back and moaned, "Mmm, it has been quite a while since..."

I held up a finger and wiggled my eyebrows playfully. "Shh, babe," I interrupted Heather, "let's not spoil the surprise for the sissy just yet!" Heather laughed. "We really are full of surprises, aren't we?" Heather told me even more about her endless fuck session as I finished feeding Brandi her bottle and then we said our goodbyes. "Maybe you'll find out what else the big girls have been up to," I wink down at her. "She does have a birthday coming up..." Heather teased mysteriously before hanging up.

As sissy laid in my lap, I gently stroked her head. "Oh, poor little thing," I said in my sweet baby talk. "Looks like someone's had too much to drink." I playfully shook the bottle over his face and smeared the excess on his lips. "But that's okay, every cum whore loves a good facial, right?" I placed the sissy back on the bed, rolling him over onto his stomach, and stood up. "Enjoy your little nap, sissy. Mommy will probably need you to clean her up when she gets home from her date with Daddy."

The end…for now.

#humili sissi

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omegaverse-daily · 23 days

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Do you have any headcanons for wild vs city packs? How they would interact and integrate? How they would differ and how to kinda build a story around both pack types. I’m dying for some ideas, I have baseline ideas but nothing solid 😭

Puppy mod here!

I’m pretty sure I wrote this and asked it here a while ago (if I didn’t and someone else did, we need to talk because I’ve been fixated on this idea forever), but recently I was made a mod here which is like super crazy to me! Kitty mod has become a very cool friend to have teehee.

This specific ask is still something that lurks in my brain. When I write with this idea in mind it never really clicks the way I want it to.

The idea splits in two halves and a bridge to help cross them but the execution is where I still struggle.

One side is trad pack side, more along the lines of packs living in the woods still. They live off of their natural resources and follow practiced that have been tried and true since ancient times, though properly evolved to support pack lives and safety more effectively. This side can be secluded if desired, effectively separated from society, but could also have branches reaching out into modern living, that’s more how I enjoy to think of it as. They’d have modern medicine and technology practically just next door but have no real need or desire for it because it’s just not how they live their lives. They may also tend to live by more of a traditional lifestyle, not always less progressive but trad packs do slack on that front. Alpha Omega relationships are the norm, they have pack rolls that tend to follow a more typical set line, and they have traditional mating practices as well.

Modern living packs don’t conform to the traditional pack lifestyle. You’ll find alpha/alpha relationships, omega/omega, you name it. Younger generations having less children, or at least less children at younger ages. Omegas aren’t so weighed down by traditional roles and neither are alphas. Their mating practices are a lot looser, more on their own terms than anyone else’s. Some people don’t have full packs, some placing pack bonds with friends and no family, some making their own packs while maintaining longer distances bonds with family. Not everyone lives in a generational home with family but has their own place. They have modern schools and job and transit, replying less on their most base instinct and going more with the flow. This side probably doesn’t worry about anything like hunting and sourcing food or water outside of the modern struggle for such things…

My struggle is the bridge between these two similar but definitely more different worlds of people of a same kind. Would there be transfer programs built into schools to packs as a way to connect the two together? There would for certain be a disdain built into to each side as every difference has, so the most understandable thing would be to bridge them together to form a better understanding of each other’s lives. Would this bridge lead to a mixed culture eventually? It’s such an interesting concept but I lack all the details I need to be able to make the dots all connect.

If anyone has any ideas to chip in or observations or questions, please ask! I love this idea and want to talk about it more!

-Puppy Mod

#puppy mod #omega mod #omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega #a/b/o universe #alpha/beta/omega verse #omegaverse headcanons #pack headcanons #modern pack #traditional pack #a/b/o #omega #alpha #beta

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luniise-kel · 7 months

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Hi! Hope you're doing well. I really like the way your art looks, and wanted to ask if you have any advice on how to stop the endless ctrl+Zing that happens when you're doing lineart? (Was gonna post a gif showing it but it won't let me send links in asks) -- Have a good one o/

ah thank you ^_^ !!!!

some advice is defiantly gain confidence in your own lines and try to do one continuous line for as long as possible. also zooming out help a ton. to gain confidence you could practiced by drawing and not using the undo button (or sketch irl w a pen),

the best way to put it is rather than undo the line try to use the eraser. also try not to care so much about the little things in your lineart because more often than not people wont noice the tiny mistakes you see when zoomed in like these guys

i have a lot of tiny lines that look gross or overlap each other unnaturally that i dont erase bc you dont see it when zoomed out (this can help from spending hours on lineart)

what can also help is to follow the motion of the drawing with the linework

this can help with lines that are technically right but look wack. It can also help if you dont know where your hand should be moving when doing lineart. also simplify poses! it can keep you from looking way to closely at the details of each and every line. this leads me to the sketch (very important for lineart!)

my sketches can range very wildly from neat to messy to nonexistence. It depends on what your preference is but for my comics i like to sketch just to plan the comic layout ahead of time so i can quickly rearrange everything if i dont like a part of it.

another key part of going from sketch to lineart is the opacity !

keep that sucker low! i like to keep it around the 5% to 15% range. idk why but it helps with looser and smoother lines. Also another tip, if you always like the sketch better than the lineart you can change two things: sketch with your lineart pen/ink with your sketch pen or just clean up the sketch. I tend to sketch in whatever lineart pen i use, or at the very least use a similar pen to the one ill lineart with.

this can help with keeping the lineart looking similar to your sketch! but also most of the time my sketches turn into my lineart :3 best thing for you to do is whatever makes you happy! also dont focus on making it perfect

#long post #luniise ask

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queenlucythevaliant · 8 months

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I'm a fresh college student looking for churches (of Christ) nearby, do you have any recommendations on what to look for/what questions to ask? I've grown up in the same church pretty much all my life so RN I'm just kind of going based on vibes

Ooh, how exciting! I mean, I'm pretty new at the whole Church Hunt thing too (the church I attended in college just sort of fell in my lap), but I can tell you sort of what I'm doing.

So the first thing I did, before I even moved to town, was just a sort of general search for what churches are there in my new area. I made a list of the ones that are worth exploring based on denomination: for me that's Presbyterian, Reformed, and open to Lutheran but not first choice. Then, I made a list of the qualities that I'm looking for in a church, which is the basis of my spreadsheet.

Before I started visiting churches, I hopped onto all my contenders' websites and did a little snooping. I read through their statement of faith/"What We Believe" pages and also looked at what sorts of people they had on staff and in leadership. This was mainly to avoid any red flags, but it also helped me get a feel for the churches' general theological values and what polity might look like. I'll be asking much deeper questions about this stuff down the line, but this way I at least have a good idea what to expect. I'm also planning to do some further reading on denominations and creeds and whatnot before visiting for the churches where I'm not as familiar with their affiliation.

I did my first church visit last week and updated my spreadsheet with impressions. I chatted for a few minutes with visitor information on the way out with a couple of questions I'd prepared ahead of time. I will say, though, this was probably the church where I had the best idea going in what I was going to get, so I did go a little easy.

The question-asking is actually the part I'm most excited about, and I have been ever since I was little. At some point when I was a kid, my mom described the process of asking the information people questions to try to gauge the church's various stances and for whatever reason it just sounded super fun.

So like, the PCA church I visited last week, my questions were mostly about polity. I wanted to know if the process was smooth last time they had to nominate a pastor, what the turnover rate of the session is like (PCA churches don't have term limits for elders generally, which I don't like), that sort of thing. If I'm well enough, I'll be attending the EPC church tomorrow, and if I do that I'll have a whole lot of polity questions AND a bunch of theological and a few political questions, because EPC is a much looser denomination than PCA.

Once I've done my first round of visits, I'll see if there's a clear frontrunner and hopefully at that point start looking to attend one of the churches regularly if there is. If not, I'll bounce around a little and then try to settle. I'll have another round of questions before I pursue membership (mostly polity- I got really badly hurt by polity issues at the church where I grew up and want to make sure whatever church I attend now is healthy and structures-driven), but that's a little ways off yet.

This is probably way more exhaustive than you were looking for, but that's my process. If other older, more experienced folks want to chime in with their own approaches, that's fine by me!

Best of luck to you, my friend! I'm sure God has a great place for you to worship ♥️

#church! polity!#ask me hard questions #sunday school kid #church hunt

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harrisonarchive · 2 years

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George Harrison and Ringo Starr working on “Octopus’s Garden” in the studio, January 1969. Photo by Mal Evans or Tony Bramwell, for The Beatles Book monthly.

A look at some Harrison-Starkey musical collaborations.

“This next song is called ‘It Don’t Come Easy.’ I wrote this song with the one and only George Harrison.” - Ringo Starr, VH1 Storytellers (1998)

“So George taught me C, which was so damn hard. That’s how [‘Photograph’] started. I love the sentiment of ‘Photograph.’ When we did The Concert For George, I told the audience that ‘Photograph’ now has a different meaning just because of the fact that George has left.” - Ringo Starr, liner notes, Photograph: The Very Best of Ringo Starr (2007)

"George wrote that one. I was watching a lot of TV then [1981], as he writes in one of the lyrics in the song. Also I was probably going insane too. George thought this song would be good for me. It’s a song I knew he’d never do. So it gave George some freedom and it was a bit looser than something that he would do for himself." - ibid

“When Ringo asked [George]… to compose guitar music for a new song, ‘King of Broken Hearts,’ George put his own heart into it. One reviewer would later describe his beautiful slide-guitar work as ‘sharing a little of his soul… [a] moving musical statement [that] spoke of the musician’s inner peace.’ George sent the tape off by mail. Ringo took the package to his recording studio and sat with his hands behind his head, listening to an unexpected poetry of notes. 'You’re killing me, George,' he mumbled. 'You’ve got me crying, you bugger.’” - Here Comes The Sun: The Spiritual and Musical Journey of George Harrison (2006)

Ringo Starr: "'Never Without You,' the tribute track to George - or the love track. I don't really like the tribute - you know, the word 'tribute.' It's just to let George know we loved him." [...] Q: "You mentioned 'Never Without You.' That's the next song we're going to hear from Ringo Rama. You said, not a tribute. What did you say?" RS: "It's just with love." Q: "With love for George." RS: "Yeah. [...] [The 2002 Concert for George] helped with the closure, I felt, that we all sort of... we had this focus of the show, but we could hang out with each other and, you know, deal with the loss of George, who, you know, I still miss." Q" "The song 'Never Without You' didn't really start out purely about George, did it?" RS: "Well, it started out just as a band. And then I thought, wow, this would be great, after the first verse, that we were brothers through it all. It just became natural that it was about the Beatles, in a way. And, of course, George had just left us then. It was like four months after he died. And so then I thought, oh, that would be great. I can say this about George. Then, oh, well, I can say this about John. Oh, and I can say this about Harry Nilsson. And so it just got too cluttered and too crazy. So I had to stop everything and say, 'Now, where are we going? Okay. This is just for George. And that way, I - you know, I could use some of his lines in the song itself, never - you know, 'within you, without you' is his line. Sometimes you just go mad and you've got to stop and look at what you do and then you do it right. And I think the song says everything that I ever want to say." Q: "Why was it so easy for you to write with George on classics like 'It Don't Come Easy' and 'Photograph' so soon after the Beatles split?" RS: "Well, you know, George was my good friend. And I was very good at two verses and a chorus. And then I would take it over to George's and he'd finish 'Photograph.' And he finished 'It Don't Come Easy.' And also, you know, I'm not the best guitarist in the world. I have to admit that. I might be a great drummer, but I'm not the best guitarist. And so he would put in all these chords that made me sound like a genius and tie the song up. [...] So George was always great. We always had a lot of fun in the studio, you know." - Ringo Rama Radio Hour, 25 March 2003

“['Never Without You’] is all about George. The song is still very poignant for me, and I tried not to do it on the last tour, but I had to do it because it’s a beautiful song and expresses what I felt for the man. […] He had just gone and I wanted to express my love for him.” - Ringo Starr, liner notes, Photograph: The Very Best of Ringo Starr (2007) (x)

#George Harrison #Ringo Starr #Harrison cowriting #George and Ringo #quote #quotes about George #Octopus's Garden #It Don't Come Easy #Photograph #Wrack My Brain #never without you #et al #fits queue like a glove

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aghhtdraws · 2 months

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22!!

Thank you for this ask! What an interesting question :D

22. What's something you'd love to draw but haven't yet?

Hmm... I feel like of all things I haven't drawn, I'd definitely like to start on the ones I plan to draw! Like for one thing, all my unfinished and unstarted comics (both original and fancomics) but also, more generally, I'd like to draw more quiet scenes because I feel like those subtle and calm scenes can be really hard to do compared to action! I'm so used to practicing action that it would be interesting to practice more of the opposite as well haha :D

Also maybe talking scenes. Those are hard to picture for me in comics, but feel easier to imagine as animation (because of the one camera), so maybe I should practice more of those too.

These are old comics, but I'm reminded of these ancient fancomics from 2016. The sparring comic was fun to do (even if it looks old and unclear now) but in comparison, this talking-heads page from the same year feels more boring to look at, even if the planning was sorta the same (I was more focused on trying to figure out a good and easier way to letter and speechbubble the comic and left the layout really simple)

Maybe one thing I'd like to draw more, is just these looser and more energetic pages, like this newer comic from around 2020

more stuff like this, even if it's much sketchier, it feels more clear because the intention is stronger here than the older comics, where I often fumbled around with the lines a lot and redrew things as I kept looking for the "right line" instead of just going with the flow.

so i guess, lol, just more comics? more fancomics on day!!

uhhh, but these are all sorta things I've already tried drawing so.... of things I haven't drawn yet... yeah, maybe comics with non-human characters, like robots or aliens. or maybe something easier to draw, where the moments between the panels, the flow of the story become a bigger part than the drawings alone. that would be interesting to draw if I get there one day :P Maybe I should pick something more realistic haha! of general work, I'd definitely like to one day animate more animals. I actually have a dragon animation in the works right now that I'm still doodling along and thinking about.

of general fanart topics... I wanna draw Yamato from One Piece right now this past month!! I've been wanting draw him for a long time but just haven't found the moment to sit down yet, so I'm looking forward to it haha xD What a cool guy! I think he'll be fun to draw. I definitely put too many expectations on myself, even with fanart, so that's why I never finish or even start some drawings... I'm just imagining something bigger than I can draw at that moment!! but lol I'll definitely get over that hesitation now, I've been in the mood to draw much more as of late than before. I'll just think of the fun moments of drawing!!

What about you? you don't have to answer it, but I'm curious now xD

#aghhtdraws askbox #okenki #thank u this was interesting to think about #fancomics #aghhtdraws

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billyrussohaven · 2 years

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Into my Web

Chapter 5

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Billy heaved a heavy sigh down the phone as he answered it, really not in the mood for the same conversation he seemed to always have.

"What's up, Frankie?" He muttered, leaning back against the sofa where he was sitting with you.

"I can't just call up my brother?" Frank grumbled down the phone.

"It usually ends up in a lecture about my morality," Billy bit out dryly, feeling tense. It was Frank's turn to sigh down the phone now and there was a long moment of silence. It never used to be this way with the pair of them.

"You still got your… human?" Frank asked hesitantly. Billy could hear the disapproving tone a mile away and rolled his eyes. He remembered when Frank found out about you, he hadn't heard the end of it for days about how immoral it was.

"Of course I do, bro. I don't know why you ask every time," he huffed.

"I'm just surprised. Thought she'd end up dead by now," Frank muttered, the disapproving tone even worse. Billy's jaw ticked as he glanced to you.

"Yeah, well… she's servin' me well so far," he replied, his mind thinking to just how good you've been serving him recently. Frank hummed thoughtfully before another long pause. Billy wished things were different with them but it's just how things worked out.

"When you comin' to see us, Bill? Karen keeps askin', she misses you… I miss you," Frank murmured sadly. Billy hated the pang in his chest at the words and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He missed them too, especially Frank. It wasn't his fault they were so different though. He and Frank were best friends, brothers. Both turned in the Marines to become super soldiers. But Billy's bloodlust was a lot worse than Frank's, his morals a lot looser. After the loss of Frank's family, he turned into a vigilante and only fed off bad people. Frank didn't believe in hurting the innocent. He had a soft spot for humans since his own family had been very much human. Billy however had no qualms about hurting anyone. He wouldn't really hurt anyone he cared about and that was his only line. The Castle's, sans Frank, had been human but they'd been his family before he turned. He never once thought about hurting them. He loved them. But then they were murdered and Billy became colder and more savage. Something Frank didn't agree with when it came to innocent people. His last shred of humanity, decency, had died with the Castle family and he was better off without it. It was a weakness.

Billy didn't like putting up with the disappointed looks from his brother, his serious conversations about turning his life around and only feeding from bad guys. Where was the fun in that? Karen was a lot subtler but Billy knew she held a darkness in her she suppressed because of her love for Frank. She was sweet and deadly, wrapped in a pretty package. But she followed along with Frank's bullshit and his morals since she was in love with him. Billy felt sorry for her. He hadn't seen them in months and the prospect of going to visit them was not unlike when someone had to go visit their disapproving parents and put up with their bullshit on a holiday. But despite the annoyance, he did miss them.

"Soon," Billy replied, his voice a little softer as he thought of his little mismatched family.

"Micro and Curtis are gonna be comin' in a few weeks. Gonna stay a week. You should come too," Frank said carefully.

"I'll think about it," Billy sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It would be nice to see all of his family together like that and it would save him having to go see Micro at some point, being hounded with texts from the asshole all the time, and also save him going to see Curtis. Two birds, one stone.

"Alright… let me know. I'll talk to you later… I love you, man," Frank's words made something itch deep in his chest and he rolled his shoulder.

"Love you too, bro," he murmured before he hung up. He hated how sad Frank seemed every time he spoke to him. He felt like he'd disappointed his dad or some shit.

He tossed his phone onto the coffee table, running a hand over his face with a weary sigh. He supposed he might as well go and see them, he could even bring you if you'd been good. He knew Frank wouldn't like it but part of him wanted to spite Frank. Wanted to push his buttons for making him feel the way he did. For making him feel like a burden and a failure. A goddamn disappointment. He did wonder how Karen would react though. She would either be overly sweet, almost motherly, or he'd be fighting her for touching you. Either way would be amusing to him. Micro and Curt would be fine, leaving you alone because they knew what would happen if they didn't. Vampires weren't savages, they could behave and they had self control. Billy just liked to lean into his darkness, his more primal and animalistic side, when he felt like it. His family, however, were firmly wrapped up in Frank and his holier than thou crusade, so he wasn’t worried about your safety if he took you.

"Is everything okay?" You asked. You didn't hear the other side of the conversation but it seemed to make him tense and annoyed. You reached for his shoulders and started massaging them to untense him, not wanting him to become any grumpier. Billy hummed, glad you were here. This was exactly why he wanted a human pet. These little things you'd do for him to make his life a little better. You seemed to actually enjoy pleasing him since your whole arousal awakening, rather than the relecuant fear you'd normally show unless broken. He was happy you'd both finally crossed that line and he idly wondered if this meant you'd stop running from him.

"I'm gonna visit Frank in a few weeks. I'll be stayin' for the week. If you're a good girl, I'll bring you with me," he murmured, enjoying the way your hands felt massaging him. He'd told you about Frank and the others. He may have left out the fact they were vamps but during some of your conversations in the months together he'd spoken to you of his brother. You'd never met him or the others though. He'd never trusted you enough to take you anywhere.

"Ooh! I'd love that! I'll be super super good I promise," you said excitedly. You really wanted to go and see more of the outside world. You were nervous because you've barely been and seen the outside world but you really wanted to. You kept massaging Billy and thought of what you could that would please him. You moved to the floor in front of him and took one of his feet to massage on your lap.

"Is it far from here? Do we take a plane?" You asked, looking up at him and taking his sock off, massaging his bare foot, pressing your thumbs on the sole. He relaxed back against the couch as he looked at you. He wanted a drink. Maybe a whisky. He was enjoying your hands on him too much to tell you to fetch him one though.

"It's not that far, we don't need to take a plane. I'm only gonna take you if you're real good though. You gotta show me you can be a good girl for me. I won't have you embarrassin' me in front of my family," he muttered. Billy would already have to deal with Frank acting like he was fucking Satan for having a human pet. He didn't need you acting up and making it worse.

You nodded quickly and switched to the other foot. You were thinking, wondering what exactly would embarrass him. It made you kind of anxious not knowing.

“What exactly should I be aware of or...refrain from doing in front of them?” You asked in a small voice, wanting to please by asking beforehand and making sure you’d be good. Sometimes you’d do something that seemed completely normal to you and he’d have to compel people to forget and he’d get angry. You hated how dysfunctional it made you feel when that happened..

“So that I won’t do something like that time with the mailman,” you muttered embarrassingly remembering how annoyed he was with you. Billy almost rolled his eyes remembering how you answered the door completely naked to get a package. He'd had to compel the mailman to forget, resisting the urge to snap his neck for simply seeing you naked.

"Well first off, clothes on around others. Only I can see you naked," he huffed, still annoyed over it.

“I don’t mean to do these things... I’m sorry again,” you answered, seeing his annoyance at the memory. He waved a hand dismissively at you.

"You just need to be good. If I tell you to do somethin', you do it right away. I don't give a shit what anyone else says, you answer to me and me alone. You belong to me. Keep that in mind," he gave you a firm look and raised a brow at you.

“Yes, of course.” you answered promptly, nodding a few times. You put his socks back on and stayed in front of him on the floor.

"You also gotta remember that these people are my family. If you start cryin' and tryin' to ask 'em for help, they'll get real mad at you," it was a complete lie. If you turned on the dramatic victim routine to Frank he'd probably find a way to take you off him and Billy really didn't want to get into a real fight with Frank. They fought all the time but something serious would be lethal for everyone involved.

You blanched a bit at the idea, the last thing you needed was for Frank to be angry with you. Billy talked about him a few times and he seemed as deadly as him. Billy has been nicer to you in the last day, giving you back some of your freewill like books and netflix for example. It’s been a few days since you even thought about trying to flee, you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not.

“Did you have an activity in mind for the rest of the day?” you asked. You were done with your chores and Billy didn’t seem to be needed in his office. But you knew better than to take for granted you were dismissed. He was pleased that you seemed to take his words to heart and he hoped you'd be good if he took you to Frank's. He thought for a moment before his eyes drifted to the bedroom door.

"We can watch a movie. Why don't you go pick one from my bottom drawer?" He suggested with a grin. He'd purposely put some of his more intense porn at the top of the pile and he was curious what you'd pick.

You blushed slightly at his suggestion but you nodded and went to his drawer. You browsed through the DVDs and picked one that seemed different from the last one you watched. You walked back to the living room and presented him with the one you picked.

“Is that okay with you?” you asked for his approval before putting it on. He looked at it, a sly smirk tugging at his lips at your choice.

"Yeah, that's fine. You wanna go make me a drink before you put it on? You can have one too," he smiled charmingly.

“Yes, thank you that’s very kind of you,” you answered before promptly walking to the bar, pouring him a whiskey and getting a glass of red wine for yourself. You gave him his drink with a smile and put the DVD on before sitting on the couch next to him with your drink. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as he sipped at his drink. He was more than curious how you'd react to what you were about to watch and he was already preparing for questions. You always seemed to have lots of them. He didn't mind though. It gave him the chance to say whatever he wanted, warping your sense of reality to whatever he saw fit.

You looked at the screen and it didn’t take very long to realise this was somewhat different than the other one you watched. The man seemed to tower over the girl, a bit like Billy and you, as if she was his pet human too.

Who’s been a very naughty girl?

I’ve been, sir...

The man yanked the woman to his lap and gave her ass a rough slap. She whined at the pain and started counting the slaps as the man kept going over and over. You weren’t sure why she was being punished this way and not being locked up or something like Billy did when you displeased him. It showed on your face as you took a sip of your drink. He wasn't even watching the TV, his eyes were glued to you as he took in your reaction. The confusion on your face amused him and he took another drink of his whisky as he kept watching you.

“Why is she being punished like that? It’s different than mine,” you asked, turning to Billy for clarification. He chuckled, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.

"It's a different kind of punishment. She's been naughty but not too naughty. Not like you are sometimes. The slaps hurt but it also feels good, she likes it," he murmured near your ear.

You nodded and turned back to the screen, wondering how it’d feel pleasurable. The scene changed and she was trailing after him on all fours with what looked like a leash hooked to her collar. Billy sure made you grovel at his feet like that before but a leash? Why though… so she doesn’t escape? Like your shock collar? The man yanked on the leash and had her bent over a table and roughly took her from behind which confused you instantly.

“Why is he behind her like that? Isn’t he supposed to be like..” your question trailed off as you tilted your head to one side almost upside down trying to understand their weird joining. He bit back a snort at your question. You were honestly adorable sometimes.

"There's lots of different ways to do it. They all feel good," he shrugged, his mind quickly going through all the various ways he planned on taking you once you were ready.

You jumped slightly when the man turned her around roughly on her back and slapped her face before grabbing at her throat and taking her with a speed and violence that shocked you. He seemed so angry with her and she seemed to greatly enjoy being hit like that. You were so confused you didn’t even know where to start… Billy was already hard. Both at knowing what was happening on screen and hearing the noises but also by your sweet innocent face as you took it in. He finished his drink off, setting the empty glass on the coffee table before moving back and putting his arm around your shoulder once more, the other hand settling on your thigh.

“Why is he so rough with her? Is that another thing I’ll learn?” you asked, taking a long sip of your drink and keeping your attention to the screen.

"Yeah. They both like it that way. She enjoys it 'cause she's a good girl and it makes her feel good. It makes her wet," he drawled next to your ear as his hand slipped under your dress. He'd put you in another sundress with no underwear. He quite liked you that way.

You turned your head at him, unsure where to keep your attention as you looked at him, your lap and the screen. His fingers brushed against your clit teasingly as he watched you, his dark eyes dancing with mischief. You moaned softly, feeling the warm and tingly pleasure wake up inside you. You kept your eyes on the screen, too curious about it all to look away. You opened your mouth a few times to ask another question, your thoughts slow and unfocused.

“Is that another w-way to please?” you asked panting a little faster now. He was still toying with your clit lazily as he turned his eyes to the screen, a brow raising. The guy on screen was throat fucking the girl roughly, a tight grip in her hair as he used her and had her choking on his cock. Billy's dick twitched, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he imagined doing it to you.

"It is. Only very good girls get to do it," he murmured, wanting you to think it was something to aspire to achieve. He started stroking you a little faster, rubbing circles around your clit.

“How can I take you so deep like she does? It seems to make me gag,” you said between little moans, with a small frown and a slight envy seeing her being so good. He smirked, loving the look on your pretty face.

"You just gotta learn. You can practice with me and with the toys when I'm busy," he said as he withdrew his hand from you, leaning back in his seat casually. You pouted a bit feeling his hand returning to his lap.

“When can we try more toys?” you asked, finishing your glass of wine, your cheeks flushed from it and desire. The scent of your arousal seemed to get stronger and it stirred something inside of him. He shot you a sly smile as he stood, grabbing your wrist and yanking you to your feet. He didn't wait for a reaction as he dragged you to the bedroom.

You barely had time to put your glass down on the table before being pushed down on his bed at a speed that you couldn’t keep up with. I guess you had your answer now. Billy pulled your dress off and tossed it to the floor carelessly. He smirked down at you as he slowly backed you up to the bed.

"Lay down on your back in the middle of the bed, sweetheart," he purred, leaning down near your lips but not kissing you.

“Yes, sir!” you answered like the woman did on the screen earlier, grinning slightly. You were excited to learn new things and be good to him. Your eagerness pleased him and his cock ached for you. He watched as you did as he told you before he climbed on the bed, moving your arms and legs out like a starfish. He gripped your jaw as his smile turned dark.

"Don't move your arms or legs," he murmured, using his compulsion on you.

You felt like you spaced out for a bit but blinked a few times and smiled back at him, biting your lower lip. You looked down at his lips and licked yours, wanting to taste them. He gave you a wicked grin before he leaned down, capturing your lips in a dirty kiss as his tongue dominated your mouth making you moan into the kiss. He moved away and got up, stripping his clothes off as he made his way to his drawers. He rummaged in the one with the toys in for a moment before grabbing the vibrating wand. When he turned back to you, he felt the wave of arousal hit him. Seeing you lay there unable to move, so helpless. It made his mouth water. It was only heightened by the fact he knew how excited you were. He could smell it and hear your heart beating wildly in your chest, despite how utterly vulnerable you were to him in that moment.

“What is it?” you asked, looking at the odd toy in his hand. You’ve never seen anything like it before.

"You'll find out," he smirked vaguely as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between your legs. He looked down at your pretty and soaked pussy and groaned. He switched the toy on, the buzzing floating through the room as he gave you a mischievous smile.

“Is it gonna help me take you?” you asked looking down at it but couldn’t see it properly with your arms spread out like that.

"Not this one. This is to make you feel good since you've been so good for me. I wanna treat you," he gave you a sweet smile as he felt his dick twitching in anticipation. He pressed it to your clit as he watched you with rapt attention. You gasped loudly, closing your eyes tightly shut with your mouth wide open. It wasn’t like anything you’ve felt before but you loved it. Your moans and whines filled the bedroom as you felt your climax buildup inside. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You were the prettiest thing he'd ever seen when you were like this. He didn't do anything, just kept the toy pressed against you as he waited for you to fall apart.

You tugged on the invisible bonds at your wrists and came loudly. Your voice was high pitched and whiny as you rode the wonderful sensations the toy gave you. He bit his lip with a deep groan, his free hand moving to his cock as he started fisting himself slowly at the sight of you coming undone. He didn't move the toy away from you after you came, he kept it firmly against you as he smirked, moaning a little as he kept pleasuring himself. You felt another wave of pleasure hit you not too far after the first one, making you gasp loudly, panting for air. The toy didn’t move an inch even after two orgasms, not one minute of respite. He was absolutely entranced by your blissful face and sweet moans and he fisted himself a little faster. He wondered just how many he could get from you, how far he could push you. He was unrelenting with the toy, not moving it as he greedily drank in the sight of you like this and drove himself further to release.

You started to shake and your body twitched slightly here and there under the relentless toy he was using on you. A sheen of sweat broke over your skin and your quiet whines were pleading for a timeout. You couldn’t believe it when you felt a third one slowly, very slowly build up inside you.

“Please...I-I” you could barely talk under all the shaking, twitching and panting. You were a mess and he loved it.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asked teasingly, still not moving the toy as he watched you squirm but not be able to properly move. You were overwhelmed by so many sensations and feelings you couldn’t find the right words. You sobbed, feeling the painful release so close yet not sparking up, just staying in place unable to catch fire. He let out a delighted laugh, your tears bringing him great joy. He moved his hand on himself faster as he felt his own release creeping up on him quickly with you looking like that.

“Help me,” you pleaded looking down at him, sniffing the tears you’ve never shown him before this moment. You weren’t really sad but your body just couldn’t take it anymore it seemed. He chuckled as he grinned sinisterly, soaking up your desperation. The toy wasn't overly big and he moved it, pushing it inside of you. Everything exploded, it hit you so fast it almost hurt. Your hips moved around the toy, your body knowing exactly what to do, what it needed.

“Oh god! yes-yes-yes!” you whined in pleasure, wanting suddenly more of it when you didn’t a minute ago. He almost came at your reaction and he let go of the toy, leaving it inside of you. He kept working himself over as his other hand started rubbing your clit furiously, wanting more from you.

"Such a good girl," he murmured with a groan, his dark eyes never leaving you.

A fourth and very final wave hit you and you just flopped down back on the bed, mumbling moans and gasps. His lips parted, eyes screwing shut as he let out a filthy moan and came hard, painting your stomach and pussy with his cum. He felt weightless and laughed lightly, pulling the toy out of you and tossing it to the floor after turning it off. He'd have you clean up the room tomorrow.

"Get a shower before you get ready for bed," he muttered as he flopped beside you on the bed, turning to you and gripping your jaw so you'd look at him.

"You can move now," he smirked. He could have been nice and cleaned you up himself but he was tired and felt too good to move. You felt your arms and legs untense but you couldn’t move yet. You were just so exhausted and fighting back sleep.

“Thank you,” you said softly, turning your head to look at him with sleepy eyes.

He rolled his eyes with a snort at the state of you. He supposed he couldn't be mad when he'd gotten you in that state. It soothed something primal in him that he'd been the one to do it.

"It's fine, just go to sleep. Get cleaned up in the mornin'," he murmured, reaching out and brushing your hair from your sweaty face. You nodded, moving your sore body up so your head would rest on a pillow and closed your eyes. The arm closest to him moved slightly to reach him and you caressed his skin sleepily with your pinky finger. He smirked to himself as he watched you fall asleep. He was really having a lot of fun exploring all of this with you and he wanted more. Wanted to push your limits and really see what he could get you to do.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfics #billy russo x you #billy russo x y/n #ben barnes #billy russo/reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo fic #billy russo smut #bin bons #dark!billy russo

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bougiebutchbitch · 2 years

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Since you also believe that Team Ro cared much about each other, what are your thoughts on an AU where Itachi, after Shisui's death and between the time Danzō brought up the massacre thing but before Itachi does do it, he instead found himself in desperate need of an advice and did the only thing he could think of: go to his Taichō hoping to find any sort of help from one of the very few people he could trust

OH MY GOSH SO MANY CHOICES

CN: mentions of suicidal thoughts & genocide

I wanna say that Kakashi quietly goes and assassinates Danzo & the other anti-Uchiha elders in the middle of the night. But that would have consequences. If he does it anonymously, he risks Danzo being martyred and the Uchiha scapegoated and punished.

So he leaves his own lightning chakra everywhere.

He then confronts the Uchiha with Danzo's head to show both that he's a friend, and that he's serious, and tells them that if they do try and overthrow the village and instate Uchiha-rule, they will be executed. He'll help, in fact, because one clan imposing rule over all the others ain't great. But now there are three council spots opening up, and he's just made himself Konoha's public enemy number one.

He holds out his wrists to Itachi, still holding Danzo's bloody head up by the hair. "If you take me in," he says, toneless, almost bored, "it'll put your clan in better stead."

Itachi feels a bit sick. Danzo won't be the only one headless by the end of today, and Taicho must know that, he must, but he did this anyway.

It shouldn't be a surprise. He's always been a risk-taker, throwing himself into the line of every kunai like he can't bear to commit seppuku but lives only in the hope someone else will do it for him.

Somehow, that motivation would be almost as hard to accept as if Taicho just did this out of some misplaced sense of kindness.

Itachi's hands tighten into fists. "I had a mission," he whispers, voice shaking far more than he would like. I never asked you to interfere. I never wanted you to take the fall for me. I'm not a child, I don't need to be saved -

But a part of him lets itself relax, in a way he hasn't since he was first informed of his family's coup. Deep down, he knows that he is a child. And he did need to be saved.

He just wishes this wasn't the price.

Kakashi-Taicho presses his wrists forward a little more determinedly, one brow raised. "And now you have another," he says.

Itachi ties his hands together, using special ANBU finger-locks so he can't make seals. He takes him in, as he's supposed to. As Captain wants him to. As his family needs him to.

But if the ropes are tied a little looser than they should be, and Itachi staggers into the ANBU compound a half-hour later, head bleeding from a (self-inflicted) kunai scrape, mumbling sometihng about the traitor having escaped... Well, that's no one's business but theirs.

OR.

Or.

Another alternative concept for you...

Kakashi offers to do the job instead of Itachi, so Itachi doesn't have to live with the burden of that guilt.

Honestly... I'm not 100% sure he'd spare Sasuke, unless Itachi specifically asked him to.

Itachi still has to go into hiding as the massacre gets pinned on him, but Kakashi accompanies him into life as a nukenin out of some weird messed-up sense of loyalty and responsibility towards his teammate. Maybe they'd both infiltrate Akatsuki together... All while Itachi is growing up and dealing with some very complicated emotions about how Kakashi murdered his entire family... for him?

(And Kakashi is having some very confused emotions about the orange-masked idiot who keeps staring at him for uncomfortably long periods, but that's another story).

There are a lot of directions that this idea could go, and all of them would be really fascinating to explore!

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whipplefilter · 1 year

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Do you think Jeff used to be a piston cup racer before he began racing in GT racing?

Seeing how irl Jeff and Ray used to work together, it wouldn't surprise me if Gorvette and Reverham used to work together too, long before Jeff met John Lassetire.

(also btw, I apologise if this ask was sent twice, tumblr glitched out on me, and idk why)

I think in the Carsverse, Jeff Gorvette was always a GT racer. Inasmuch as the Piston Cup will let basically anything on track (lol), there's something in my mind that's just like, Corvette no. Corvette does not belong on stock car track.

The Piston Cup's rules package is much looser than NASCAR's, with cars across eras that in our world are so functionally different from each other it would never work (in our world). I mean, they let Cruz walk on, and she is a literal street car.

But I do think some distinctions remain--otherwise the WGP wouldn't have been as special and seminal as it was, where you had all these extremely different cars from different disciplines racing together. And apparently my line in the sand is Corvettes.

I don't necessarily think that needs to be everyone's line--I mean, why is a Corvette so much different than a Superbird, a bunch of roly poly Gen 5s, and one-of-a-kind purpose-built LMQ all racing together--but I feel like historically there doesn't seem to be room for Jeff having raced in the Piston Cup--at least, not long enough to make the splash Jeff Gordon did in NASCAR.

I feel like the Piston Cup missed the experience of Dale Sr. and Jeff, and Jeff and Jimmie, because Piston Cup racing careers have (had) a longevity that let them skip clear from Richard Petty to Lightning McQueen (who shares an era with Jimmie but of course is not Jimmie). I write about this perennially on this blog, but I maintain that part of the reason Lightning was so well-loved when he arrived and such a lightning rod for the sport, pun unintended, is because narratively the sport needed him.

I don't know if this is true in other sports, but NASCAR media explicitly talks about events in NASCAR as "storylines." Particularly with The King retiring and taking his star power with him, the Piston Cup needed Lightning's storyline. It needed him to get tires in the stands, it needed the talent, the "sizzle," in order to maintain its cultural crown. I don't think that need would have been as great if Jeff Gorvette had been there doing Jeff Gordon things. And if that meant putting up with "a very confident Lightning McQueen," the Piston Cup didn't have lot of room to have qualms about it. At least he wasn't Chick, in that LMQ has never intentionally walled anyone. (And really, of course they'll put up with him. Those cameras and those interviews and those headlines all had their hand in making him.)

#asks #lightning mcqueen #jeff corvette #cars fandom #cars headcanons #cars 1 #the business of racing

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this may be a silly question but. what does an editor Do. I ask b/c I might need that service but don't even know I need that service.... hope this doesn't come across rude I'm just genuinely curious

Not silly or rude!! it's a fair question cause there are a bunch of different kinds of editors.

Basically, if you're working on something, (written work in my case but there are like video editors and audio editors and all that too,) you can send it to an editor and they'll help you get it ready for Whatever You Want To Use It For.

.....this got long lmao so i'm putting the rest under a cut ig

I'm very freelance (bc i'm disabled and don't have a degree 🥴) so i take whatever projects come my way, which atm means a lot of Masters and PhD level dissertations/theses, because my mom works for a university that has a lot of international and first-higher-education-degree students but DOESN'T HAVE A WRITING CENTER for some reason, so I'm usually like half editor half writing coach. Which is to say, an editor for a publishing house probably does much different work than I do and tbh I don't know Anything about what they do lol.

but how *my* job works is:

you send me a draft of your project.

I learn as much as i can about the end destination and audience of your project.

(this is a lot easier if you're writing, like, a Memoir or a Pamphlet For An Art Show, and a lot harder if I have to Read The Chicago Style Manual) (Chicago Style is probably fine but their style manual is fucking wack and i stand by that)

I read your project and i mark anything that is either a.) unclear or b.) Against The Rules Of Your Intended Destination

So like, if you're writing a masters thesis, I'm strict with grammar and with formatting. The style your institution is using probably has rules about whether you can use first person, and when you use italics, and whether your citations go in a bibliography or in footnotes or w/e.

If you're writing a Novel, I can be a lot looser with the rules and just look for: is this effective? what is this line Doing? is it doing it well? Does What It's Doing Actually Need To Be Done Right Now?

(editing fiction/creative nonfiction is WAY more fun but i don't get to do it very often. sigh)

I put my suggestions in the document you've sent me, with Track Changes on so you can see everything I've changed. I add comments to the doc wherever I think they're necessary/helpful.

I send the doc with my edits back to you

You (hopefully) read through and decide whether each edit makes sense to you. (this is the most important step, honestly)

If they make sense and you're happy with the resulting draft, my job is done and we shake hands and depart as friends.

If you have questions, or the edits require extensive rewrites, we ideally meet over zoom or w/e and I explain my suggestions to you, and we figure out how to Make The Words Do What You Want Them To Do. You send the doc to me again and I do as much of a second pass as you want/Will Pay Me For.

It's worth noting that there are different *levels* of editing, too. I've done jobs where I'm just checking grammar, or where I'm just checking formatting; I've also done jobs where I meet with the author and we basically write the piece together (which is really fun, actually, I like sitting down and asking, like, "okay, what are you trying to say," and figuring out how to help YOU figure out how YOU want to say it. it's like detective work :3 or therapy possibly). Those all take different levels of time and energy, so for student papers I end up with a lot of, like, "this could really use a thorough content edit/rewrite but it's Due In A Week so we're gonna make sure everything's spelled write and the footnotes are formatted correctly." (which i HATE doing btw, it's a perfectly reasonable thing to do but it Hurts My Brain bc it feels like I'm not Doing My Best which is Hell.)

anyway, the tl;dr is: editors take writing and suggest changes that will make it Perform Its Intended Function Better. the actual act of editing takes a lot of work, and often a degree of background research, too. tip your editors, is what i'm saying.

#editing #writing community #I Guess idk #again: my disabled non-degree-holding ass is just doing my best and learning on the job for a lot of this lmao #this was fun writing though :3 and a good break from my current editing job lmao #so thanks for the ask!!!! mwah #also disclaimer i have Not Edited This Post lmao. thats my job i aint gonna do it for free

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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the bet || j.ww x reader

Summary: you help your boyfriend’s best friend win a bet against your better judgement

Warnings: swearing, lil bit of jealousy, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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“Hey, can I ask a huge favor?”

You hoisted yourself up from your beach towel onto your elbows and pulled down your sunglasses to glare at the boy in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. What could Kim Mingyu possibly want from you?

“What is it?”

He ran a hand through his still-wet hair awkwardly. “Um, the boys and I are about to play a game of volleyball, and we’ve bet some money on it…”

“Okay?”

“And, well, it’s me and Hansol against Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan. Wonwoo’s their best player and I was wondering if you could distract him? So that we have a better chance of winning?”

“Distract him… how?” you asked, not fully understanding.

“You know… whatever it is you do that drives Wonwoo crazy. He’s your boyfriend, I’m sure you know how to wind him up.”

“You mean you want me to get him hard during your game?”

Mingyu nearly choked at that. “Um, I mean pretty much, yeah. Just do something that will throw him off his game.”

“So you want me to help you guys cheat?”

“It’s not technically cheating.”

“I think your definition of cheating is much looser than mine.”

“So is that a no?” he asked.

You thought about it for a second. “Is there anything in it for me?”

“We’ll give you a cut of the winnings.”

You found yourself grinning. “How much did you guys bet?”

“Two hundred if they win, three hundred if we win. Basically whoever’s on the losing team has to cough up a hundred bucks.”

“Jeez, I can’t believe Wonwoo is risking that much on a stupid game.”

“Are you upset?”

“No, it’s his money he can do whatever he wants with it. I just think he’s a dumbass.”

“Not arguing with that.”

“Do you need me to remind you that you’re betting the same amount?”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “So you’ll do it? For a hundred?”

“Yeah, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Pleasure doing business.” Mingyu smirked and held out his hand for you to shake. You rolled your eyes at the formality but shook his hand anyway, just as Wonwoo came up to the both of you and clapped Mingyu on the shoulder.

“What are my best mate and my best girl talking about?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you.

“I wanted to go swimming, but Mingyu said you guys are about to play volleyball?” You piped up before Mingyu could say anything. Maybe you should’ve felt guiltier than you did about lying to your boyfriend and for what you were about to do, but hey, a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars . And if everything went according to plan, you’d be getting some good dick too. A win win.

Wonwoo frowned a little bit. “Oh yeah, sorry. Wanna play, love?” he offered. “There’s still some room on Mingyu’s team.”

You made a face. “What about your team? Can’t you make one of your other team members switch?”

He winced. “I love you, y/n, but you’re shit at sports.”

Any trace of remorse left over what you’d agreed to do dissolved in that moment. He fucking deserved what he was about to get.

“The stupid game is that important to you? Asshole,” you scoffed, and put your sunglasses back on before laying back down on the towel.

“Y/n,” Wonwoo whined, and crouched down next to you. “I-”

“Go play your fucking game.”

He stood back up, but lingered for a moment. You could tell he felt bad, but you weren’t having it. “Wanna go swimming after?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure, whatever.”

You could tell he’d walked away when the shadow over you disappeared. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you were a little pissed about the comment he’d made. Were you shit at sports? Yes, definitely, but could he have at least pretended to love you enough to be on the same team as you? Also yes. He should’ve known you were going to say no anyway.

While you were still fuming you hadn’t even realized the boys had started the game. Not even a minute in and you were already slacking on your end of the bet. You propped yourself back up for a moment to watch. You could see why Mingyu had asked for your help. Wonwoo and his team were dominating so far, and you couldn’t help but admire how fit your boyfriend looked as he served the ball to the other side of the court. You licked your lips absentmindedly, ready to pull him back to the car right fucking then.

You forced yourself to stop watching the game stood up from your towel, brushed yourself off, and began walking towards the water. You made sure to pull your bikini bottoms as far up your ass as you could in the process just to get Wonwoo’s attention as you walked past the volleyball net. Sure, you’d agreed to go swimming with him after the match, but you’d never promised to wait for him.

As you made your way down to the shore, you noted that not only Wonwoo’s head turned to watch you walk, but all five of the boys cast their attention away from the game and towards you. You glanced behind your shoulder for a second, and caught Mingyu’s smirk. He took advantage of Wonwoo’s lapse in concentration to spike the ball back over to their side and score a point.

You heard some yelling and protestation, but pretended to ignore it and continued to wade into the water.

It was warmer than you thought it would be, and deeper. There was a steep drop a few feet in that you might have tripped over if you weren’t careful. You only ended up staying in the ocean for a few minutes; Wonwoo couldn’t really get distracted by you if your whole body was submerged underwater. You weren’t there to swim around anyway, just to get your bathing suit wet so it would stick to your body.

You’d worn one that didn’t have pads in it so you knew that once you got out of the water the whole beach would be able to see your nipples poking through the fabric. You didn’t have a problem with that. Wonwoo might.

While you were down there you got your hair wet too, just for good measure. Might as well pull out all the stops since a hundred dollars were on the line.

You weren’t sure what the score was by the time you made your way back up to your towel, but you didn’t make an effort to ask. What you did know, though, was that Wonwoo was getting frustrated. Even from where you were you could see that his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

The opposing team seemed to be doing just fine though, and you stopped to watch them high-five each other after Mingyu scored another point by slamming the ball over the net onto Wonwoo side of the court.

“Damn, nice one, Gyu!” you called out from where you were standing, giving him a big smile and thumbs up. It was sort of dorky, not to mention a cheap shot, but if you knew Wonwoo as well as you thought you did, it’d be the perfect thing to rile him up.

“Thanks, y/n!” he shouted back and winked, ignoring the weird look Hansol gave him. “It’s about time you started rooting for the winning team!”

You struggled not to laugh when you looked back over to the other side of the court and saw all three boys scowling at Mingyu. You didn’t even know why he needed you in the first place, he knew how to push their buttons so well already.

Wonwoo’s fists were clenched now, and he looked this close to tackling his best friend to the ground. The two of you weren’t even flirting with each other, not really, but Wonwoo was the most competitive person you knew and it wasn’t always the best color on him. For you to be cheering for the team that he’s not on, and for that team to be winning- there was no doubt in your mind that he was royally pissed. Not to mention, that you just so happened to be cheering for his attractive best friend who may or may not have mentioned having sex dreams about you once or twice in passing.

It was good, but it wasn’t enough. Soonyoung made some offhand comment about how close the scores were so you knew you needed to keep going. You turned your attention away from the game again and lowered yourself down on your stomach on top of your towel and casually undid the strings of your bikini top to “sunbathe”.

If anyone asked it was so you didn’t get tan lines on your back, it was something that a lot of women did. In reality, however, you didn’t give a shit about tan lines, you just wanted to see how Wonwoo would react.

You pulled out your book to read while you tanned, tuning back into the game every once and a while to see how it was going. You could hear Soonyoung and Seungkwan yelling at Wonwoo to ‘pay attention’ or ‘snap the fuck out of it’ and smiled to yourself, excited for what was to come.

After several more minutes, your bathing suit was almost dry and you were starting to fall asleep on your towel. The volleyball game was taking way longer than you anticipated and you just wanted Mingyu and Hansol to win already. You didn’t have any other ideas to distract your boyfriend so you hoped they could pull it off.

Then, what you would call a fucking miracle happened. You were still nearly dozing off on top of your book when a pink Frisbee landed on the sand right in front of your face.

“Sorry about that!” called the voice of its owner and you squinted to see him jogging over to you. A few of his friends weren’t far behind and they all congregated in a little group in front of your towel. They looked to be about your age, maybe a little older. “Sorry to wake you up,” the ringleader apologized again, but smiled like he wasn’t really that sorry.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, one hand holding your loose bikini to your chest, while the other handed the Frisbee back to smiling guy. “No worries, I didn’t mean to fall asleep anyway.”

“What’s your name?” Ringleader asked. “I’m Jeonghan, and these are some of my fraternity brothers.”

Of course. You should’ve guessed. They were all jacked, tan, and had an air of privilege about them that you couldn’t miss. They were objectively cute, sure, but nothing in comparison to your boyfriend playing volleyball behind you. Not to mention their pack mentality freaked you out a little.

“I’m y/n,” you said and held your free hand out to them to shake, still keeping your other hand on your bikini top so you wouldn’t flash them. “Are you guys on a holiday break or something?”

“Yeah, just trying to make the most out of our last few days.”

“You from around here?” another boy asked, not being subtle at all in the way he was eyeing you.

“No, we just took a little day trip,” you explained and cleared your throat, wondering how long they’d stick around and when Wonwoo was going to come over and dick you down out of jealousy.

“We?” Ringlea- Jeonghan asked, cocking his head to the side. “Are you here with your friends?”

“Her boyfriend, actually,” Wonwoo piped up calmly from behind you. You looked back and saw him standing a few feet behind your towel with his arms crossed. He could be annoying, but fuck if he didn’t have good timing.

“Oh-uh, well I was nice to meet you.” Jeonghan mumbled abruptly and nodded to his friends to get back to their Frisbee game. They were gone before you could even say goodbye back.

“Attracting all sorts of attention today, aren’t you, love?” Wonwoo sneered and knelt down beside you.

His words went straight to the heat between your legs and you turned over onto your back to get a better look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, daring him to challenge you.

“I think you do, y/n,” he continued. The way he whispered your name sent a shiver down your spine. “I mean, you’re practically naked in front of the whole beach right now.”

“I’m wearing a swimsuit.”

“You know what I mean. And all for what? To make me jealous? So I’d fuck you? Because you could’ve just asked, baby.”

You whimpered, but didn’t say anything and leaned up to kiss him, desperately wanting to feel his lips against yours. He leaned in too, but stopped just short of your mouth, pulling back a bit to look into your eyes. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

You moaned softly, wanting nothing more than for him to do exactly that. You weren’t even sure if you could wait to get home at this point, you wanted him inside of you now. He put a hand on each knee and spread your legs apart, whistling in awe at the wet spot on your bathing suit. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“All because of you,” you panted, reaching out for him, but he pulled back.

“You know all of your teasing made me lose the game, right? I couldn’t focus because I was so distracted.” You nodded. “I was so fucking hard the whole match because of what you were doing”

And then your dumbass had to open your big mouth. “So Mingyu told you?”

Wonwoo pulled back, and gave you a confused look, clearly caught off guard. “Told me what?”

“Y/n, that was incredible, you were perfect!” Mingyu exclaimed as he ran up to you and Wonwoo, holding out a hundred dollar bill to you.

You winced as you took it, wishing you hadn’t said anything.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” Wonwoo demanded, even more frustrated than he had been a minute ago. “What were you incredible at?”

“Fucking distracting you, dude. I asked her if she’d be in on the bet with me for a cut of the winnings since you guys had more team members.”

Your boyfriend glared at you. “Is that true?”

“I mean, it’s just a game… and I thought it’d be fun,” you said quietly.

“That’s what you guys were talking about earlier, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, she didn’t need any convincing she was totally down-”

“Mingyu,” you interrupted, pinching the bridge of your nose, “please, if you have any mercy for my pussy please shut the fuck up.”

His face went scarlet and he shut his mouth without further comment.

“So that’s it?” Wonwoo asked, obviously not ready to drop the subject yet. “You’re just gonna sell out your own boyfriend that easy?”

“You said you didn’t want to be on a team with me!”

“Don’t turn this around on me! You’re the one who helped them cheat!”

“Oh I don’t know if I’d call it cheating,” Mingyu interjected again.

“Shut up, Mingyu!” you and Wonwoo both shouted.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Mingyu said quietly. “If I had known it was going to be this big of a deal I wouldn’t have asked her. I just thought I was being clever, that it’d be a fun way to beat you guys, but I’m sorry I went too far.”

Wonwoo sighed and ran a hand through his wet curls. “It’s fine. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“So… we’re good?” Mingyu asked, holding out a hand to help Wonwoo up.

“Yeah, we’re good. Next time, though, we’re playing fair.”

“Deal.”

“Y/n, you still want to go swimming, love?” Wonwoo asked, turning back to you.

“We’re not- we’re not going home?” Despite everything you were still incredibly horny, and you’d been patiently waiting for Wonwoo to rail you for what felt like hours now.

“Not yet,” he said and helped you to your feet. “Let’s make the most of our beach day.”

“I think the rest of us are going to find an ice cream shop,” Mingyu added. “Winners are buying. Do either of you want anything?”

“No thanks, we’ll hang out here by ourselves for a while.” Wonwoo answered for the both of you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked down to the water together and you relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin on yours. Only once you were out of Mingyu’s earshot did he lean down and whisper “your ass is going to be seven shades of red for that little stunt once we get home,” in your ear. Now it was your turn to be distracted.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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your voice

angsty vibe, requested by @hollandlover19 than you for th rq and hop this doesn't disappoint too much :)))

summary: tom says something so stupid and has to deal with the consquences

warnings: a bit angsty, but ends in fluff! argumnts and raising voices, I guess could be associated with panic attacks tho not written with that intention

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“Oh, Y/n er sorry.” Harrisons morning dulcet tones were what you were awoken to with a groan.

Everything was achy, and your head was pounding, making you grumble in discontent as you shifted uncomfortably on the technically too-small-to-sleep-on sofa.

This was not the morning you’d foreseen even 12 hours ago.

Lockdown had been difficult for everyone, even removing the tragic health crisis. Being locked in with your boyfriend and his brothers and friends was, for the most part, amazing. Lots of laughs, lots of beers and lots of quality time that you usually didn’t get. But it was also intense.

Without a doubt, since you first got together, this was the longest time you’d ever had with Tom. And it had been brilliant, your relationship getting so much closer and just learning the subtlest intricacies about the other. In fact, when lockdown had been announced, you’d never lived together (the most a week-long holiday).

Though it was also like a pressure cooker, Toms rented house. When one of you were in an understandable but stubborn lousy mood, it affected the whole house.

Yesterday night had been the perfect storm. The weather was unbelievably scorching; your work had announced that they had to let some staff go because of the financial implications of the pandemic; a ‘mole’ had released personal details of your relationship.

And it was like a pot on the stove; everything went from controllable to violently boiling over in a matter of minutes.

Honestly, you didn’t even know why you had started arguing - it was that pathetic. And yet you’d both said pretty horrible stuff - though it was Tom who had crossed the line. Frankly, the way he’d spoken to you was almost unforgivable.

You’d both known instantly too, all his anger at you had immediately evaporated when he’d realised what he had said. It took no time for him to become a grovelling apologetic mess, however even that- it was already too late.

It might sound feeble, but honestly, you’d run and locked yourself in the downstairs loo. You’d cried on the inside- whilst from the other side of the door, he had been begging and pleading with you.

After an hour though, Tom finally gave up - hence why you’d had a pretty uncomfortable night on the sofa.

This brings it back to Harrison, the early riser of the house, barrelling into the living room after his morning run. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, except also slightly terrified looking as he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m up now” You sighed, dragging yourself into a sitting position on the sofa whilst massaging your crooked neck.

“You er…. you fell asleep watching the TV?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed at the blonde, even if his poor acting was a little entertaining.

“Are we both pretending that you don’t know what went down last night?” Of course, Harrison knew. The walls were thin, you’d been screaming and he was Tom’s best friend. No doubt, Tom had immediately gone to him for help and advice last night.

Harrison held his hands up in response, caught in the act, and clicked his tongue. “What he said was bad. You shouldn’t be the one ending up with the sore back.” He wasn’t wrong.

“And yet here I am…” With a sigh you smiled which he returned with a sickeningly empathetic one “Anyway, don’t let my sad self get in the way, did you come in here for anything?”

Now, because Harrison was mentally a five year old, that’s how you ended up sat crossed-legged on the floor, clutching a wii remote and angrily shouting at yoshi on the mariokart screen. The whole household was competitive as hell and you were no exception - so some rouge elbows were flying when he viciously knocked you off the track.

Slowly Harry and Tuwaine filtered in and picked up remotes too, so the quiet morning was very quickly switched into a tense atmosphere of yelps and shouts. None more so than Tuwaine, who was possibly the worst looser you had ever met.

Really, you knew all the boys were only doing this as there way of showing you they were with you. That they also thought Tom was a massive raging dickhead. And you appreciated it more than they would ever know. Locked down in Toms house, very much not mutual ground, having three stupid boys behind you meant everything.

Just as you got on to the 18th and final race of the house’s mario grand prix, another voice cut across the tense silence as you waited for the coutdown to turn into ‘go’. Naturally, you flipped round to see Tom, looking as though he literally just rolled out of bed with puffy eyes and messy hair and no top. The sight made your heart flutter, to the point you had to consciously check yourself - refusing to smile softly at him like you usually would, instead narrowing your eyebrows and looking back at the TV.

Tom had so desperately hoped that when he came down this morning, everything would be better. That all it’d take would be a quiet conversation for the two of you to make up - for him to have you in his arms again. Primarily as he had heard your excited laugh echoing through the halls in reactions to Tuwaines yelps of protests - it made him hopeful. Waking up to a cold and empty bed was almost soul-crushing this morning. He did not want it to ever happen again.

Which is why his heart sank so much when all you gave him was a scolding look, before turning your attention to the TV. Admittedly, he was naive to think that what he’d done last night would be an easy fix - he knew it too. So with dropping shoulders, Tom silently took a seat on the sofa, watching from afar. You spent the rest of the race more absent, not joining in with the Harrison or Harrys trash-talking, acutely aware of Tom’s eyes burning the back of your head.

Then came Harry’s celebrations as the overall winner (only just) and when Harrison suggested another game Tom piped up again.

“Give me a turn Harry.”

The three boys kneeling next to you all stiffened, looking immediately to you for what seemed like consent - as if they were engaging with the enemy. (At least it was good to know everyone was on your side).

“I’m gonna go prepare for my meeting anyway.” You spoke quietly, already placing the remote on the floor and standing up.

“Y/n I don’t mind swappin-“

“No. Thanks, H but no.” You weren’t being selfless and giving Tom a turn. You were running away from seeing him.

And Harrison was still really angry at Tom. He’d been so selfish and insensitive and had hurt you- someone who Haz also cared a lot about too. Yes Tom was his bestmate, that he’d grown up with and known for years - but Haz really liked you too, in fact all the boys did. So they were almost as pissed with Tom as you were.

So while you threw the cushion you were sat on back on the floor, Harrison shot Tom the filthiest look and practically shooed him away.

“come on Y/n … just one more? Then you can do your boring work.” You were about to refuse when Haz tilted his head toward the door, only then noticing that Tom had slipped out the room. Now that he was gone ,yes, just one more wouldn’t hurt. The meeting prep wasn’t time pressured; it was an excuse for an escape.

Tuwaine whooped a little when you nodded, planting back down and ready for the first race. Yet apart from that, the room was still a little awkward, you being the first to break the silence.

“Actually Haz, would you mind giving me a lift today?”

“What to the shops?

“Um no not quite.” Tuwaine laughed in his usual innocent and infectious style before asking more.

“Seriously? You know we’re locked down? Boris won’t be happy if you going mad and leaving the house.”

“Just to Y/f/n’s. She lives on her own so it’s legal.”

“She lives just down the road right? Can’t you walk?” Harry was confused, making him look away from the screen, ultimately leading to his ‘diddykong’ falling off the track.

“I’ll have my bags. I um… I think I’m going to stay with her till lockdown eases more.”

As soon as you said that, Harry pressed pause on the race, all three boys looking at you mouth-opened.

“For real?”

“Yeh I um… think me and Tom need some time apart and being locked in isn’t helping.”

“I’m not saying to forgive and forget what he said… but he is really sorry.”

“The twats literally kicking himself.” Tuwaine added, making you smile a little for calling Tom that.

“I know just… I need some space and-“

“Are you breaking up?” Harry almost announced, cutting you off. He would miss you too.

“No! Nono I … well I don’t know. I just- we both need this.”

The boys all nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before Harrison’s blue eyes were back on you.

“Course I’ll drive, but… but I’ll miss you.”

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You’d left merely an hour later, whilst Tom was holed up in the garden doing what looked like an almost unbearable work out. It meant he was also out your hair and you could throw all your stuff into two suitcases without him being any the wiser. It was probably pretty cowardly to leave without speaking to him, but you couldn’t. It would hurt too much and you didn’t want to break down in front of him. No doubt as soon as you had got to Y/f/n you did - into a blubbering mess of tears - but Tom hadn’t seen so it was okay.

Speaking of. Tom.

Tom was not in a good way at all. He’d been trying really hard to curb his’ short fuse’ lately- all of which had been well and truly blown in the past 4 hours. After finally being realised from meetings, which he’d not been able to concentrate on anyway, Tom had mentally prepared himself for a lot of grovelling. Once he’d vaguely hunted the house and not found you there, he naturally asked Harry and Tuwaine (both of whom were in the living room) if they’d seen you around.

It was a typical question, the answer he was expecting was that you’d just gone on your daily walk. And yet the response he got was… well a lot more confusing. Harry’s eyes widened whilst T did his awkward-uncomfortable chuckle, the two locked in an intense bout of eye contact. It was as though they were arguing with each, but through the powers of telekinesis... and it put Tom on edge. He was already stressed because you were so angry with him, so not getting a clear answer out of his brother and best mate - lets just say it tested his patience.

“You two need to tell me what the hell is going on right now.”

The two boys both looked panicked to speak to him, which was the opposite of the usual situation. They were some of the ONLY people in his life that would just say it how it is, no sugar coating. Like if he was away and being ‘famous’ was getting to his head; or if he wore the wrong pair of jeans. Even yesterday evenings events, they’d both called him out on what he’d said to you.

So why the silence?

Eventually, it was Harry who spoke up, but in doing so, practically just waved all responsibility on to another innocent party.

“Ask Haz.”

And then Tom knew. He knew this was bad. Immediately his heart was pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, taking the stairs two at a time and not bothering to knock before bursting the door open.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Harrison was reclined back on his haphazardly made bed, laptop balanced on his lap as he looked up with a sigh. He’d known this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make it any less easy. With a sigh, Haz closed the lid of his MacBook and sat up on the bed.

“Tom just-“

“Where. Is. She.”

“She’s gone to Y/f/n’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Suddenly Tom’s voice was muted, thinking he might’ve blown his top at nothing. This wasn’t weird - Y/f/n was in your support bubble and you went to hers often.

Tom was grossly underestimating the situation - and Harrison heard didn’t fancy stringing him along though.

“No like gone. She um… she took all her stuff. I think she’s going to stay there till-“

Tom was already out his room at that point, slamming the door as he did so. Making a beeline for his own room, Tom then frantically started to pull out the draws and rummage around the shelves, confirming what he already knew. Your clothes were gone, your toothbrush and toiletries were gone, you were gone.

It’s important to note Tom didn’t really cry all that much. Or if he did - it was more inconsequential, at a sad movie or one of the rescue dog stories from battersea. Actually, when it came down to it, he didn’t really cry.

Now though, it was impossible to ignore the burning of his eyes, as he sank down onto the bed that now felt twice the size. With ragged breath, he repeatedly fisted his eyes, not actually letting the tears fall - but it was impossible to not acknowledge their presence. Harrison stood wordlessly at the door frame, knowing it best not to interrupt - whilst at the same time knowing Tom shouldn’t be left alone. There was a delicate balance between the two, which he was walking on a knife-edge on right now.

After a short while, Tom looked up with red eyes and nodded at Harrison, effectively granting him entrance. With a sigh once again, Haz moved and sat next to Tom on the bed, clasping his hands together nervously.

“She said you both just needed a break from each other. Think lockdown and everything was just a bit too intense.” Haz had tried to explain, yet it seemed Tom had only managed to lock onto one of the first words.

“A break? Or breaking up?”

“I uhm… she didn’t explicitly say ending things. But I just… I don’t know to be honest mate.”

“You see the way she looked at me this morning? Like she hated me. Wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.”

“I don’t know what to say… she needs time and space I think.” Tom was silent for a beat, shaking his head as he cradled his forehead.

“I hate the fact you and my girlfriend are on better terms than I am.” Anddd his voice was back to scathing.

“I’m not on anyones side. But your both my friends and she… she needed some time.”

With that, Harrison made a quick exit out, getting Harry to take over the Tom supervision.

Ever since the atmosphere in the house had been tense. To say Tom was highly strung was an understatement, particularly towards Harrison. Deep down he was thankful Haz was looking out for Y/n: he was glad that Haz was checking she was okay. It’s not like Tom could, because Y/n was refusing to answer his calls, texts, whatsapps, even the slip of paper he’d slipped under Y/f/n’s door in the middle of an especially dark night.

So it was good to know Y/n was okay, but the fact she was going on socially distanced walks with the rest of his housemates was rubbing salt in the wound.

After a week and a half of complete radio silence on your end Tom had utterly worn down. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry anymore, he was just tired. Tired of missing you with every breath, tired of the ten-tonne weight of guilt pressing on his chest, fucking exhausted with being angry at Haz and Harry and Tuwaine.

The best thing in his life and one of the very limited opportunities was quality time with the people he loved more than anything else. He had ruined it all.

And it was the small things. It was waking up to your soft, whispered voice in the morning; it was your infectious giggle when he surprised you with a hug from behind and gentle kisses to your neck; it was your quiet singing in the shower. Especially when he knew Haz, Harry and Tuwaine were all still seeing you and laughing with you. It hurt like hell.

Which is how he ended up hesitantly knocking on Harrison’s bedroom door at half eleven at night, with his tail between his legs. Having been so uber-healthy all lockdown, Haz was already in bed following his sleep cycle, though for Tom right now- he would be awake.

“I’m um… I’m sorry I’ve been a knob. There’s no excuse of anything I’ve just… I’ve been a knob.”

“You’re not wrong.” Harrison nodded in agreement with a sly smile, motioning for Tom to come into the room, after which he perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just… I need to speak to her but I… I don’t want to push her if she’s still hurting and I…”

“You absolutely promise not to blow your fuse? Because she couldn’t handle that.” Tom’s eyes widened, thinking this would be a much harder pitch than how it seemed to be going.

“Yesyesyes i- I promise. I just, I feel broken you know? Even if all I get is the time to say sorry, I-I really need to.”

Harrison released a deep breath, nodding slowly before throwing the covers off himself. Tom watched all his movements with a curious gaze, silently sitting as Haz pulled on a hoodie, then socks too.

“Well? Let’s go.”

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Now, what Tom had not in the slightest bit been prepared for was this to happen tonight. Really, he hadn’t even thought Harrison would agree to let him talk to you… and even if he had, Tom not in hell thought it’d be at 11:30 that evening.

His heart was thundering in his chest, trying to hurriedly script how on earth he was going to apologise meaningfully to you - as him and Haz walked the short distance to your friends house. Honestly the whole situation was peculiar to Tom - finding it hard to believe that if you weren’t to answer his texts you wouldn’t be open to an in person conversation.

What Tom didn’t know, was how you’d been texting Haz at a similar point of desperation. You weren’t happy and even given everything Tom had said and acted - you missed your boy. No matter how infuriating he could be when trapped 24/7 - you’d quickly learnt this was the only way you wanted to spend these weird times.

So yes, Tom’s best friend knew you were hardly sleeping either, but needed that little push to interact with you boyfriend. No doubt, you’d still be awake to answer the door.

Once he’d arrived at the apartment block and walked up the stairs to the right floor, it still took some prodding and pushing from Harrison to get Tom to knock on the door. Plainly, because he was shitting himself. Haz hadn’t given him enough pre warning, enough time to work it all out in his head. So it took another encouraging nod from Harrison for him to knock on the slightly rough-round-the-edges flat door.

Y/f/n was single and young, starting her career in Kingston - so the flat she could afford was modest at best. When it was just occupied by a single person, that was manageable - two was a push. You’d only been living with her for a week and a few days but it was enough to know this flat was not ideal for two people in lockdown. You were already stepping on each others toes. It also wasn’t technically legal to move households but Y/f/n had always been in your support bubble as a single household otherwise. And so there was also a layer of guilt to it all.

Naturally then, sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Tom meant you just were not sleeping. Even if you had both gone to bed early (just to kill some hours in the day) you were still wide awake at quarter to twelve - when a timid knock echoed through the minuscule apartment. Curiosity peaked at who the hell would be calling now; you silently slipped out of bed, managing to not disturb Y/f/n, and closed the bedroom door.

Now you weren’t an idiot. Even though this was southwest london, hardly the capital for crime, Y/f/n lived in a dodgy building with some questionable characters. And it was midnight. Hence why you approached the situation cautiously, tiptoeing to the door and waiting with your ear pressed against the wood.

“I told you she wouldn’t answer!”

“She will! Might just be in the loo or something.”

“Haz this is stupid-“

The air in your chest froze when you immediately recognised the smooth tone of his voice. It was him… and you’d missed that so much. Already there were tears in your eyes and you couldn’t open the door just yet. So no, instead you slid down the doorframe before calling quietly out into the night.

“Tom?”

The bickering on the otherside of the door was silenced, but you heard a quite tap on the door... and could envision exactly what was going on. Tom, pressing both palms and his ear to the door, as Harrison took a few steps back - sensing his work was done.

“Y/n? You there?” He sounded desperate, you could hear the emotion dripping off his voice. It was only when you tried to reply did you realise your own voice was having a harder time speaking.

“Yeh its-its me.” It felt as though this heavyweight that had been pressing down on your chest was slowly lifting, making your voice all cracky and low.

In response, there was a short and sharp exhale. It sounded relieved before some fidgeting as you imagined him crouching down beside the door - mirroring your image.

“Fuck, it… it feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too… I’ve-i’ve missed you.”

Tom snorted at that, a gentle bang allowing you to realise he’d just whacked his head on the back of the wood.

“You have no idea how this week felt.” He was wrong though, you did.

Yes, maybe without the insurmountable guilt that Tom was rightfully feeling, but it didn’t mean that the time apart wasn’t easy.

“I do. This hasn’t been a nice holiday for me you know?”

He sighed, knowing that yet again he’d said the wrong thing. This time though, he didn’t rebut instantly (which surprised you), instead his response was more measured and calculated.

“I am so sorry. And of course, I know because I was the one that hurt you too. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that.” You nodded but given this conversation was happening through a door Tom didn’t see your gentle agreement - opting to fill the silence.

“I um… I’m not good at this whole um… speaking my feelings. But I’ve hated myself ever since I picked that fight with you. It was stupid and uh it-it was all my fault. I’m so so sorry for hurting you.”

“‘Why?” You tried to ask, except the words were stuck in your throat, making you have to clear it before asking again. “Why did you say it?”

“To get a rise out of you. It’s stupid and petty and fucking-fucking dumb. I said it not because I’ve ever thought it, I never ever have, but I knew it’d hurt you. I was preying on your insecurities because I was angry at the world and that was so unfair. “

“No shit.”

Silence reigned as you fiddled with your fingers - specifically with the promise ring he’d bought you a year ago.

“You-you think you could ever forgive me?”

“Thats the annoying part. I want to hate you because you literally stabbed me then twisted the knife but… but all I’ve done this week is miss you. Even when I saw Haz or Harry or Tuwaine. I just fucking missed you.”

“Can you open the door please love?”

Clumsily you scrubbed the tear tracks off your face, scrabbling to your feet so you could thrust open the doors. Because you might still be bloody pissed at him, but at the same time - you needed your Tom. Thrusting the door open, the first thing you registered was being pressed into Tom’s chest. His arms slinked around your waist and held him tight, which you reciprocated, squeezing tightly round his neck. Your senses were all being assaulted by one thing and one thing only. Tom.

He smelt like usual, except maybe the slightest bit stronger than usual - you figured he hadn’t showered in a day or two or bothered with cologne. The top of your forehead was pressed up against his chin, and as he readjusted his grip on you, you felt the scratchy feeling of his unshaven stubble. He kept whispering apologies against the top of your head, almost desperate and religiously.

Arching back, you brought both hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his glassy brown. eyes, which looked so lost and confused.

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course-“

“I’m still angry but I’m going to kiss you okay?”

Safe to say Tom didn’t require a verbal response, taking it upon himself to nudge his lips against yours, yet waiting for you to initiate the kiss. And that you did, everything else about this godforsaken week and a half. His index finger traced the angle of your jaw, whilst he held your lower back tight, pressing himself as close as physically possible to you. Needing you.

Eventually arching back, your thumb ran over his deep and sunken under-eyes, which added so much age to his face.

“You look tired Tommy.”

“Can’t sleep without you telling me goodnight.” That was another tradition you had had. Even when he was away, you’d even set an alarm for whatever bedtime was for the other across the world. Just so you could send a little message or voice not saying goodnight. Was it cringey? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

But since you’d been away all the evening wishes were absent from you. Which hurt Tom more than you may ever know.

“I know you’re still angry but will you please come home to me? I need you to be the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning.”

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ASOS: Davos I (Chapter 5)

Dying would be easier, he knew. All he had to do was crawl inside his cave and let the ship pass by, and death would find him. For days now the fever had been burning through him, turning his bowels to brown water and making him shiver in his restless sleep. Each morning found him weaker. It will not be much longer, he had taken to telling himself.

If the fever did not kill him, thirst surely would. He had no fresh water here, but for the occasional rainfall that pooled in hollows on the rock.

Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up she was shitting brown water. The more she drank, the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew, and her thirst sent her crawling to the stream to suck up more water. When she closed her eyes at last, Dany did not know whether she would be strong enough to open them again. - Daenerys X, ADWD

Davos survives this whole ordeal, and becomes more emboldened, and devoted to his gods. I think I know what that means for Daenerys.

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Thirst; hunger; exposure. They were his companions, with him every hour of every day, and in time he had come to think of them as his friends. Soon enough, one or the other of his friends would take pity on him and free him from this endless misery.

When first he came to Dragonstone, the army of stone grotesques had made him uneasy, but as the years passed he had grown used to them. Now he thought of them as old friends. - Prologue, ACOK

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Davos had always been a sailor; he was meant to die at sea. The gods beneath the waters have been waiting for me, he told himself. It's past time I went to them.

This could be true.

+.+.+

He knew where his rock lay, more or less; it was one of a series of sea monts that rose from the floor of Blackwater Bay. The tallest of them jutted a hundred feet above the tide, and a dozen lesser monts stood thirty to sixty feet high. Sailors called them spears of the merling king, and knew that for every one that broke the surface, a dozen lurked treacherously just below it.

The Merling King gets a lot of mentions in this series and the side books. I've never really looked into it. Does it mean anything?

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Why should I live? he thought as tears blurred his vision. Gods be good, why? My sons are dead, Dale and Allard, Maric and Matthos, perhaps Devan as well. How can a father outlive so many strong young sons? How would I go on? I am a hollow shell, the crab's died, there's nothing left inside. Don't they know that?

A question I ask myself after every one of your chapters.

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They had sailed up the Blackwater Rush flying the fiery heart of the Lord of Light. Davos and Black Betha had been in the second line of battle, between Dale's Wraith and Allard on Lady Marya.

...

Wait.

A ship named Lady Marya? Lady mARYA?

PffftbwahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

@shieldofrohan and I once joked that at the end of the series Davos and Arya would sail away together, missing half their hands, being each other's surrogate father and daughter, and now I'm legitimately considering this possibility.

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His chest was growing tighter by the instant. He clawed at the water, kicking, pushing himself, turning, his lungs screaming for air, kicking, kicking, lost now in the river murk, kicking, kicking, kicking until he could kick no longer. When he opened his mouth to scream, the water came rushing in, tasting of salt, and Davos Seaworth knew that he was drowning.

The next he knew the sun was up, and he lay upon a stony strand beneath a spire of naked stone, with the empty bay all around and a broken mast, a burned sail, and a swollen corpse beside him.

He could have come back as Patchface or Aeron Greyjoy, and he chose the deeply religious one.

At least Patchface spoils the story.

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The Father protects his children, the septons taught, but Davos had led his boys into the fire.

Get it, he could mean the battle or R'hllor.

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His hand reached for his throat, fumbling for the small leather pouch he always wore about his neck. Inside he kept the bones of the four fingers his king had shortened for him, on the day he made Davos a knight. My luck. His shortened fingers patted at his chest, groping, finding nothing. The pouch was gone, and the fingerbones with them. Stannis could never understand why he'd kept the bones. "To remind me of my king's justice," he whispered through cracked lips. But now they were gone. The fire took my luck as well as my sons.

There's no chance Melisandre has his fingers, but I always found this odd:

"The bones help," said Melisandre. "The bones remember. The strongest glamors are built of such things. A dead man's boots, a hank of hair, a bag of fingerbones. With whispered words and prayer, a man's shadow can be drawn forth from such and draped about another like a cloak. The wearer's essence does not change, only his seeming." - Melisandre, ADWD

What's that about? You have 2 books to figure it out.

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And then some vast beast had let out a roar, and green flames were all around them: wildfire, pyromancer's piss, the jade demon.

The sight of it seemed to stop his heart for a moment, and he could still remember the sound of it, the crackle of flames, the hiss of steam, the shrieks of dying men, and the beat of that terrible heat against his face as the current swept him down toward hell.

In his dreams the river was still aflame and demons danced upon the waters with fiery whips in their hands, while men blackened and burned beneath the lash.

More fun with language!

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"Mother, have mercy," Davos prayed. "Save me, gentle Mother, save us all. My luck is gone, and my sons." He was weeping freely now, salt tears streaming down his cheeks. "The fire took it all . . . the fire . . ."

Perhaps it was only wind blowing against the rock, or the sound of the sea on the shore, but for an instant Davos Seaworth heard her answer. "You called the fire," she whispered, her voice as faint as the sound of waves in a seashell, sad and soft. "You burned us . . . burned us . . . burrrrned usssssss."

"It was her!" Davos cried. "Mother, don't forsake us. It was her who burned you, the red woman, Melisandre, her!"

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"It was her work," Davos said again, more weakly. Her work, and yours, onion knight. You rowed her into Storm's End in the black of night, so she might loose her shadow child. You are not guiltless, no. You rode beneath her banner and flew it from your mast. You watched the Seven burn at Dragonstone, and did nothing. She gave the Father's justice to the fire, and the Mother's mercy, and the wisdom of the Crone. Smith and Stranger, Maid and Warrior, she burnt them all to the glory of her cruel god, and you stood and held your tongue. Even when she killed old Maester Cressen, even then, you did nothing.

There you go.

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Twice his maimed fingers slipped on the damp stone and he almost fell, but somehow he managed to cling to his perch. If he fell he was dead, and he had to live. For a little while more, at least. There was something he had to do.

Killing someone is not a good reason to live.

Try saving children instead.

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"You," the fifth man called out when they were only a few feet from his island, "you up on the rock. Who are you?"

A smuggler who rose above himself, thought Davos, a fool who loved his king too much, and forgot his gods.

[...]

The galley might be Joffrey's, he realized suddenly. If he spoke the wrong name now, she would abandon him to his fate. But no, her hull was striped. She was Lysene, she was Salladhor Saan's. The Mother sent her here, the Mother in her mercy. She had a task for him. Stannis lives, he knew then. I have a king still. And sons, I have other sons, and a wife loyal and loving. How could he have forgotten? The Mother was merciful indeed.

How the fuck are you going to thank the Mother for saving you, then go right back to washing Stannis's balls in your mouth?

Also, I am gobsmacked that Stannis came before the sons and wife.

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"Stannis," he shouted back at the Lyseni. "Gods be good, I serve King Stannis."

"Aye," said the man in the boat, "and so do we."

Okay, I figured it out.

Davos is Azor Ahai. Born again amidst the salty sea and smoky Blackwater Bay.

Melisandre is Nissa Nissa.

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Final thoughts:

Somehow I forgot Davos has some leftover sons. Did you know one of them is named Stannis?...

It's okay to make fun of Davos.

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