#BECAUSE I KNEW THEY'D FUCKING RENEW IT I KNEW THEY WOULD

[edwardbonnets]

6/1/2022: WE FUCKING DID IT Y’ALL 🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈✨

#our flag means death #ofmdgifs #ofmdedit #ofmdblog #pride month #blackbonnet #ofmd #ofmd renewal #ofmd season 2 #taika waititi #rhys darby #my gifs #IVE HAD THIS LOCKED AND LOADED IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG #obviously i needed to add the date and the last gif though sdjfhisk #but the rest ive been SAVING #BECAUSE I KNEW THEY'D FUCKING RENEW IT I KNEW THEY WOULD #OF COURSE THE FIRST DAY OF PRIDE MONTH THEY CHOSE TO RELEASE THE NEWS #DAMN YOU HBO MAX I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY THOUGHS DFJHKSDFJH #sorry for the inactivity yall but you BET YOUR ASSES im back because i will never shut up about this #hopefully no one else has done this yet the news literally just dropped and ive had this in my drafts for ages sdjfkhsj

[justplainwhump]

Hope

A little follow up to Noor's last scene, before I move on.

Noor learns new truths.

Content: BBU, very early recovery, conditioned whumpee offering sex to caretaker (turned down)

The woman who'd guided him into the red car with him was still there. Rather tall, about Noor's own height, slim build but notable muscles around shoulders and arms. There was a slightly dangerous air around her, even when she smiled. It made him nervous.

She'd talked to the driver, quietly, quickly, in a language he didn't understand, and all he knew is that she was angry, and quite a bit worried.

She had fallen quiet now, looked back at him from the passenger seat, dark honey eyes taking him in.

"I can," he assured her softly, without her having asked for it. There was only one thing anyone wanted of him, anyway. "I am specifically trained to please men, but my skills are surely sufficient to give you a good time, too. Maybe together with your partner?" Noor tilted his head toward the driver, a bulky man with a constant frown on an otherwise soft face. The type Noor liked most. He could almost feel these arms around him, this mouth hot on his skin. "I'm sure I can help him unwind." His voice had dropped to a seductive whisper, just the way he'd been taught. Just the way that always worked.

Not now.

The man glanced into the rear view mirror. Deep, dark eyes. Noor bit his lip and smiled. "It wouldn't make me unwind," the man said plainly. His voice resonated deep within Noor's body. "It would make me very uncomfortable."

Noor let out a small laugh, soft and airy, the way that could hide the deep confusion underneath. He'd never been turned down by another man. And now, the second time within one night. The handler in the house hadn't had enough time, Noor could understand that, even though a quick fuck like that could've been over in less than five minutes. This man here, though, could have all the time in the world with Noor.

Maybe he was straight? But many of his clients were, or claimed to be, and they still fucked him all the same. "I can be whatever you want. I can make your wildest dreams come true."

Noor eased himself back in the seat and ran a hand through his long hair, brushing it over his shoulder, as he searched for the other man's gaze in the mirror, eyes slightly veiled behind his long lashes.

It didn't work. The man just focused back on the street. "We can't take him to the safe house yet," he said to the woman. "They're at their limit already with the rescues from the last job. I don't think they can handle this one. He'll be a problem around men."

"Men don't have any problems with me," Noor purred and pushed up his body on the back seat, desperately wishing for another body to settle down close to his. "On the contrary. I make them forget any of their problems."

They wouldn't throw him out, surely, he hoped. He wouldn't need to be alone and on the run tonight. He couldn't.

"You're right. I'll take him," the woman said flatly.

Noor covered his sudden disappointment with a renewed smile. It didn't sound nice. It didn't sound like she wanted him at all. But he needed to be wanted. He was made to be wanted. All the clients, at WRU, and at the shady walking house downtown, they had wanted him. He lived, he'd survived, because he'd been wanted.

He stared at the car door next to him. The nightly city was rushing past in streaks of light in front of darkness. He thought about his chances. He'd get hurt, rolling himself out. They'd find him again. If not them - why should they, if neither of them wanted him? - then the handlers from the raid. This time, he might not be able to run. But it was his only chance. To find someone who actually wanted-

"Hey." A hand rested on his forearm. The woman had turned on her seat entirely to face him. Her hand was warm. "I'm Marta," she said. "What can I call you?"

Her touch made him shiver. Her skin was warm, a little sweaty maybe, in the damp heat of the summer night. Noor didn't mind.

"Noor," he said softly. "It means light."

Marta smiled. "Okay, Noor. You don't need to be afraid."

He wasn't, he thought. There was only one thing he feared, and that was white and monotonous and cold.

She looked at the door handle knowingly. "Or whatever the feeling is that makes you leave. You're allowed to leave, Noor. You can just tell us, and we'll drop you anywhere. We don't want to own you."

He blinked once, before he laughed again, in the inviting way that he was so good at, hoping to find an unsuspicious reply. He couldn't. It didn't make sense. He didn't want to be owned, but neither did he want not to told what to do. He didn't want to stay with them, if they didn't want him, but he didn't want to be alone, either. There was no place he could go. No place he'd even understand.

"You can come with me, I'll set you up with a bed, and I'll buy you a pizza. And we'll talk about finding a place for you."

Was he so easy to read? Noor had always prided himself for his skills at understanding what his clients desired. But he'd never thought someone would even bother trying to understand what was going on inside of him.

A place for you.

A place for Noor, for himself.

The words made him feel warm.

"But you don't want me," he whispered.

"I don't want you," Marta repeated slowly. "As in, I don't want your body, or your service. But I want something for you."

"What?"

"A life," she said.

This time, Noor didn't laugh.

He just fell silent, when she sat back in her seat and faced forward, and the man steered through the dark side alleys of a nice neighbourhood Noor had never seen.

Both of them said nothing. And in return, Noor. didn't touch the door again.

He spun the words in his head.

A life. A place for you.

It made no sense.

But in the most beautiful way.

"I'd like that," he whispered eventually, so quiet the people wouldn't hear him over the noises of the car.

It didn't matter. He'd said it to himself, anyways. And to his surprise, it felt like the truth.

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#bbu #pet safety series #noor the romantic #conditioned whumpee

[svedupelle]

the people pleasers wanted to ascend because they knew they had achieved their purpose, so the tree could remake and "upgrade" them, giving them new purpose and giving them a reason to go on living. its not that they were dissatisfied with themselves, its the opposite. they were done and they knew it and accepted it. they didnt want their own end, but a new beginning.

ruby accepts the tea because she felt like she had failed, like she wasnt good enough, and that the tree could remake her a better hero than she was, and in the process, she would essentially forget all about whats happened.

that's suicide. like, thematically and allegorically, it is very much akin to suicide. she's depressed and traumatised, feels like nothing she does ends well, and is now "killing herself" hoping that it'll lead to something better. that's where she and the people pleasers differ: they're satisfied and want renewal, she's dissatisfied and wants to escape her trauma

you cant equate the two!! it doesnt work! you cant have a whole episode showing neo bringing back past traumas, driving ruby to suicide and then the next episode have her friends and sister go "actually this is a good thing and its now for ruby to decide how to move forward 🥰" ruby's fucking depressed! this is fucking stupid!!!

the biggest difference between the the pp and ruby is that the pleasers have a purpose imposed on them, while ruby's ascribing one to herself. yknow when little asks her what her purpose is at the beginning? and she doesnt know what to answer? thats because she doesnt have a purpose!! because people dont have purposes!!!

she tries to meet an impossible standard, LITERALLY. she wants to be like the "heroes in the fairytales" who dont exist! and the mother she puts on a pedestal wasnt one either, because guess what, summer fucking died. ruby reaching for summer's axe is a perfectly tragic thing for her to do, because she's dooming herself to fail again, because summer failed. im going insane.

the rebirth that the tree gives the afterians shouldnt work for humans because humans dont have a purpose. and being "given" a purpose by the tree to end up like something like the people pleasers or the cat should b horrifying, and if they'd leaned into that a bit more it couldve worked well, but no. i guess ruby's on a journey of self discovery and not self annihilation

#oh and obviously any arc ruby has this volume suffers from being improperly built up to because. rwby is rwby #althougjt tbh her wanting and struggling to be like the heroes she idealizes couldve been a really interesting arc for vol 4-8 #but ah well #rwby #rwde #i think? idk man

[mystiika]

@cxldblxxded asked: [ FORMAL ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their tie ( k and adrian 🤔 ) meme: types of bondage

as nice as it was for the band to be recognised & to win awards, adrian despised award shows with a passion, or at the very least despises attending them in person. he comes home to find k on the couch watching tv, kicking his shoes from his feet too tired to bother putting them away properly ( which feels like a future!adrian problem ), hand trying & failing to free his neck from his tie but the knot was feeling impossible.

❝ help, ❞ comes a dismayed request ( with a pout to match ) when he drops to sit beside k. ❝ i don't care how handsome i look they stylist did NOT have to glue my tie in place so it won't slip. ❞ he's being dramatic, but he really was having trouble & needed k's help, walking himself over to meet k half way. ❝ thanks, ❞ voice a little quieter now that they're so close. ❝ i hate ties. ❞ he's carefully undoing his cufflinks, managing to free himself from his jacket around the same time k finishes pulling off his tie & heaves a sigh of relief — feeling so much less stuffy 2 layers fewer.

he starts to get up only to find himself falling backwards into k's lap. ❛ where do you think you're going, cascada? ❜ goosebumps cover his skin at the feeling of k speaking gently into his ear & k's hands lightly gripping his waist to hold him still. suddenly he feels a little less tired. ❝ mm, nowhere in particular. ❞ he hears a chirp in response & his head lulls to the side as he feels k's lips kissing along his neck & he lets out a pleased hum that k can no doubt feel as well as hear. ❝ now... why do i get the feeling you don't want me to leave? what do you say, my love? ❞ he gets no words in response, feels a purr vibrate against his back as adrian calls him ' my love ', a feeling he can't help much smile at.

but it would seem a purr wasn't enough of an answer the way k stands up with adrian still on him, turning to drop adrian on the bed & climbs on after him the second he could. of course, adrian has no complaints, happy with the weight of k pressing him into the bed ( & the slight grind of k's hips did not go unnoticed ). at some point he feels k take hold of his hands from where they'd fallen around his lover's neck, but was too enwrapped by the rest of his touch to really clue in until he felt a sudden pull of fabric tightening around his wrists held above his head on armrest. he doesn't need to see his hands to know what was happening. instead he looks to k, sporting a pleasantly surprised smile. ❝ oh so it's going to be that kind of night is it? ❞ adrian muses, leaning up far enough to catch k in a kiss, more than clear about his being into it. ❛ yes it is. ❜ the low growl is soon accompanied by a shiver where k's hand slides underneath adrian's still buttoned shirt.

with his hands tied above him, he really felt at k's mercy. but what a wonderful mercy it is, filled with pleasant touches & hungry kisses, his heart racing while his pants grew tighter. then, the second he feels k start unbuttoning his collar — ❝ just rip it open. i feel like it would be kinda HOT, don't you? ❞ adrian felt a flutter in his chest at the pleased look on k's face at the suggestion. & the sight of k moving to follow through on his request, he unknowingly takes a breath in anticipation. then a sudden grin, wide with lust, at the sound of tearing thread & satisfying clatter of plastic whereever the buttons flew. ❝ fuck... ❞ & kisses k with renewed vigor, legs naturally hooking around k to force him closer ( after all his hands were otherwise occupied ).

❝ i just have one question, baby, ❞ he breathes, a little distracted at the feeling of lips & teeth leaving marks where they please. ❝ can i top tonight? ❞ a request he knew would be instantly approved but one to ask all the same. ❝ because.... ❞ he drags it out, making sure to catch k's attention & look him in the eye, a bit of a smirk on his lips as he continues, ❝ i was just thinking about how sexy you'd look fucking yourself on my cock while i'm all tied up like this... ❞ if he had more to add, it was forgotten the moment k kissed him again ( though he couldn't help but notice the slight purr k seemed to make after adrian described his little fantasy ).

they part for a moment while k tosses his shirt to the side & on his return they instantly readjust to k straddling adrian this time. & there was no helping the way his hips grind up against the weight of k on him. making no effort to muffle the noise that resulted, he's happy to kiss k the second he comes near enough again. ❝ besides, it's been too long since i topped... ❞ he stops to look k in the eye again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, soon giving way to an expression entirely consumed by desire — a fact easily supported by the noticeable hard on pressed against k. ❝ i can't have you forgetting how good it feels when i'm fucking you, now can i... ❞

#cxldblxxded #usfw // #asks — you have a question & i have an answer #adrian tag tba. #adrian & k — all i ever wanted was love‚ until you loved me & then i wished for nothing else

[maya-matlin]

Out of curiosity

How do you think Tori reacted to things like Zoe coming to degrassi and being best friends with Tristan since west drive was her and Tristan’s favorite show, how she reacted to Zaya living together, Zaya eventually dating, Zig cheating on Maya, Zig Tristan and Maya being in the bus crash, Tristan being in a coma, and Maya’s suicide attempt?

Oh wow, that's kind of hard to answer. It all depends on the person Tori would have become during her last three years of high school and if Maya and Tristan were keeping in touch with her the entire time. I do think she loved her friends and would hate the thought of anything terrible happening to them. My gut is that Tristan is more likely to have kept in touch with Tori than Maya. Simply because Tristan was Tori's childhood best friend while things got complicated between Maya and Tori over Zig. It was easier to be friends in the aftermath of Cam's death with Zig not really being part of the friend group. But once there was some distance between them, it's hard for me to imagine the two maintaining much of a friendship. Even though Maya was overall a good friend to Tori, the betrayal with Zig would realistically still linger on some level. Of course, I don't know how the writers would have handled it had Alex Steele chosen to stay. Sorry. I typed a lot, but answered none of your questions.

In the case of Zoe coming to Degrassi, I imagine Tori would have been psyched and kind of starstruck from afar, insisting that Tristan give her every detail about what Zoe's like. But because Tori wouldn't physically be around to get to know Zoe, any positive feelings would probably be replaced by anger and dislike once she finds out about the cyberbullying. If Tori and Tristan are still in contact when he and Zoe become good friends, I'd assume Tori would have mixed feelings. It's just difficult to know whether she'd call Tristan out on being disloyal or take more of a neutral stance. As for everything Zaya, I doubt she'd be entirely happy about it. Zig was Tori's boyfriend first. Just because Tori was aware there was an attraction between Zaya even before the cheating doesn't mean the double betrayal didn't hit hard. So, definitely mixed feelings. Tori wouldn't be around to continue her friendship with Maya or see how Zig has evolved, so I imagine her feelings towards Zig would stay about the same. She'd know he's overall a good guy and be glad he's treating Maya right. Until he doesn't, and then there's probably some "once a cheater, always a cheater" thoughts. If Tori continues to be friends with Maya and Tristan from a distance, I doubt she'd ever be super pro Zaya even after they're back together for good.

I have no idea how Tori reacts to the bus crash, Tristan's coma, and Maya's suicide attempt. Badly? I imagine she'd be pretty fucked up over it if she knew, though there's only so much that can be done unless she visits. I'd assume she at least saw Tristan at some point during his coma. I feel like Tori would try to reach out to Maya after the bus crash, but Maya's depression would have prevented their contact from getting very far. I doubt she'd make keeping in touch with Tori a priority. Zig might get a text if they still had each other's numbers, but I think it would basically be "I'm glad you're alive/Thanks, I appreciate that." Maya and Tori might renew their friendship somewhat after Maya's suicide attempt, but both would be in their senior year and about to go in different directions. They'd probably be friendly, but their relationship would never be what it once was. I hate that I sound so negative about the Maya/Tori friendship. I just feel like the reality of only being close for a year and the way Zig came between them before means they wouldn't have much long term potential as close friends. With Tristan, there's a better chance of consistent communication if he stuck with it. I don't feel like Tristan ever felt the same resentment and complicated feelings towards Tori than he did with Maya, so I feel like their dynamic as old friends would stay pretty pleasant.

#Anonymous #suicide tw #Long post #I have no idea how this ended up being so long

[irino-jjanggu]

I mean if pentagon disbands the CLC way , I'll be like fuck I knew it but also, CLC didn't do anything for two years (except members being in like dramas and stuff) meanwhile Pentagon is out there being in festivals (which they'd said numerous times that is what they live the most) so it wouldn't be so shocking seeing them not renew their contracts with Cube and go different directions (and I surely hope they'll do that) and stuff, at least they were packed this last two years (with only two comeback) and the festivals they get invited to (were you know they bring them just because of the energy they display, nothing else because everybody seems to agree that pentagon are talented singers but no one cares to give them the respect they've earned in the last six years).

So if ptg goes the same way CLC did, with Hui joining the last line up for that shitty survival show, I would be pretty sad and depressed but I also would welcome it as a liberty they've earned for all the hardships they had to overcome over the years.

Some careers and some people simply are not appreciated enough in this times were quickness and popularity is more important than actual talent and being proud on the work you put out to the world.

I feel giddy and happy that I found Pentagon the moment I did. My life changed completely and they showed me how fun and serious can be kpop and that ppl on those huge groups can actually feel like family and the care and long lasting friendships can be really endearing. I'm proud of the boys and whatever they decide to do with what rest with the contract. I'm here for them.

I've already gone from 1dead disbandment , I can for sure endure this and I can endure Lightsum and the shit path that trash company has draw for them. I just hope that they're all happy and they can live their lives to the fullest.

#text #so much text #just some thoughts i had to get off me #sigh

[chazz-anova]

📚 - corn maze (I know it's two, but I think Ronnie would have some amusing stories to share :D)

lol i love that hell yeah!! thank you doll 🥳💙💙 i've got a good idea for this lolol

Stalks of corn rustled quietly as Veronica and Hana made their way towards the peggie outpost on the outskirts of the cornfield. They'd been chatting, but with a noise in the distance they'd gone quiet.

When all was silent Veronica murmured to her companion, "You know... being in a corn field gives me the heeby jeebies."

Hana paused her gait to glance at Ronnie with a questioning smile, asking "You're scared of the... cornfield? Not the mass of jacked cultists up ahead?"

She pondered it for a moment and then confirmed, "Cornfield. Definitely." When the brunette said nothing, she continued. "Once when I was in college, me and this guy were out with my group of friends, drunk as shit. We decided to do something spooky for October and we drove out to this haunted corn maze." She crouched down as she spoke, signalling that they may be there for a moment.

"Fast forward to a couple hours later, me and the dude are lost in the maze alone. So what does he say? 'Hey Ronnie, let's make out, there's no one around!'" As she imitated her past fling, V adapted a gruff, low tone. She cleared her throat before moving on, "Well this was one of those mazes where there are people that jump out and scare the fuck out of you, but we hadn't seen one in a minute and we were being quiet... so we get down to it."

At this point Hana had crouched down as well, holding her rifle loosely. She listened intently, her lips curved in an amused smirk.

V leaned in conspiratorially- "He definitely knew what he was doing, and I'll admit.. I'm kind of loud." She chuckled lowly, remembering the encounter fondly. Her face turned as she sighed. "So the next part is probably my fault. Things were just getting hot and heavy when we heard a growl. And shortly after the growl, and I'll never forget this, a man in a scarecrow outfit (scary mask and all) jumped out from behind a row of corn. I jumped back, and when my guy saw him..." She grimaced as she told it, "He literally ran away screaming. And I think he left the town entirely, because I never saw him again."

Hana's mouth dropped open, and she stifled her laughter... unsuccessfully. "Never again?" She gasped.

"Never again!" Veronica nodded, laughing to herself. "So I guess the moral of the story is... cornfields are not the place to be."

The pair laughed together for a moment, but were quickly silenced when they heard a rustle just ahead of them. Both deputies became still as they listened intently.

Suddenly- a peggie jumped out of the corn and into sight, growling "Sinners!"

Without hesitation the women rushed forward with a shovel and a baseball bat respectively, bashing the cultist on either side of the head. He swooned a moment before crumpling to the ground- where they finished him off easily.

Both breathed heavily for a moment before each regarded the other with a smile. With a look of renewed understanding, Hana nodded to Veronica, "Fuckin' cornfields!"

#hana vao #veronica rook #ask game

[fleckcmscott]

To Have and To Hold

Summary: Y/N makes an oversight at work. The resulting extra hours with Arthur delight them both.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

Words: 4,272

A/N: This story had been kicking around in my head for about two months, but I hadn’t been sure if I was going to write it. Then I read @sweet-nothings04‘s amazing Hand-in-Hand (which you all need to check out, if you haven’t), and knew I had to put it on paper. Thanks to her for the inspiration to finally develop this, and for the title, too!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open! 

Perhaps it was the sunshine that stirred her. Or the horns of traffic on congested streets. The hammering of a distant construction site. The chatter and occasional yelling of passersby.  The hum of Gotham awakening.

Y/N blinked in confusion - how could it be so bright this early? - and squinted at the clock at Arthur's side of the bed. No numbers greeted her, just its blank, plastic display. Stretching, she reached to her left for her watch, in its spot by the beige rotary phone on the nightstand.

"Shit!"

Nearly knocking over her glass of water, she clambered off the mattress. Arthur had warned her the lights could go off in his apartment. Not often and not for long. But enough to annoy. Naturally, his building's shoddy electricity had to mess with the alarm today. When she'd stayed up too late. When he'd had to leave ahead of her to commute to the other end of the city for a rare winter gig. When her body had chosen to oversleep in the coziness of his blankets.

Her nylons had never been yanked on with such haste. Arthur had made coffee but she skipped it in favor of brushing her teeth. Pausing on her way out, she took a calcium supplement and grabbed a note from the counter. She read it while riding the wood-paneled, graffiti covered elevator: "Your presentashin will be great. You snored a lot. Good thing your cute. - Arthur." He always signed his name. As though she wouldn't recognize his scrawl. As if anyone else wrote her sweet, sassy missives. She grinned until she hopped on the for-once punctual subway.

The presentation he'd referred to was set for that afternoon. She was expected to discuss the evidence and court file for this week's contested hearing. Last night, she'd sat at Arthur's breakfast bar to compile the case's final details and finish prep sheets. Gently, she'd rebuffed his subtle advances. His attempts to draw her attention from work to him.

Excitement had been palpable as he'd hovered near her. She was fairly certain she knew the cause because it enthused her as well. In three and a half short weeks, he'd be moving in with her. They'd officially begin traversing whatever the future held for them together. Hesitation had been clear in his posture, his drawn shoulders when (after plenty of convincing on her part that yes, she really, really, wanted him) he'd finally accepted the key to her place. But since he'd added it to his own keyring, he'd brightened. Strode a little taller. Walked a little prouder. Touched a little bolder. As though the weight he carried had lessened, at least by a couple cinder blocks' worth.

At his slight pout, she'd decided to find a way to involve him. He'd perched on the stool next to her, rested his cigarette in the pink ashtray to the left, and taken the proffered exhibit stickers with a quirked brow. Y/N had handed him papers, which he'd added labels to for her to write on. Then she'd stacked them in four different piles according to type. It had taken longer than usual - she was faster alone. But the intimacy of sharing the professional elements of her life with Arthur (besides the office wear he liked, claiming it showed how "smart" and "pretty" she was) had tightened her chest. And the curved-up corner of his thin lips had reflected how pleased he was, too.

They hadn't been able to collaborate on everything, however. It was past midnight by the time she'd joined Arthur, who had retreated to the bedroom an hour or so earlier. He'd been sitting against the headboard, half under the cover. The harsh blue light emanating from the old black and white TV at the foot of the bed had sharpened his features. Deepened the set of his eyes. He'd stubbed out his smoke as she closed the door. "I taped The Honeymoon Game. We can watch it when you're here again." A beat. "If you're not busy."

"This is supposed to be my last big project for a month or so." Sighing, she'd gotten her nightgown from her overnight bag. "I didn't mean for it to take all evening." She climbed in next to him and threw her arm across his lap. "I'm sorry."

He'd been stiff. Unyielding. The telltale signs he was miffed or upset. But he'd twined her hair around his finger, let his touch fall to her brow bone. "It's okay," he'd said lowly, adjusting to lie alongside her. "I don't want to be... I'm not being fair."

"You don't have to pretend with me, Arthur. It's all right to be annoyed." Tiredness had pulled at her as she'd fought to watch the rest of Gotham Tomorrow Tonight. The contact of his socked toes to her bare ones had made her smile, though, and she'd nuzzled his bicep. "I missed you," she'd mumbled, then promptly passed out.

The squeal of wheels on metal tracks prompted her to sling her canvas tote onto her shoulder. Shaw & Associates was a short sprint from the nearest station. She was certain she looked ridiculous, running down the street in her high heels. But she managed to slip into the office with two minutes to spare. Once she poured herself a cup of joe and straightened her blazer, she settled in her cushioned chair to get started.

It was only when Matt told her he wanted to meet before lunch that she'd rummaged in her bag. And realized she'd neglected to bring the file. Recalled it was sitting on Arthur's kitchen counter.

Fuck.

Her nails tapped the wood surface of her desk. Excusing herself to the bathroom so she could go retrieve it wouldn't fly. Matt would send a search party. She could try to discuss everything from memory, tell him documents were still being gathered. But he wasn't that oblivious. She settled on owning her error. "It's at home." Her delivery was nonchalant.

He waited until she'd loaded her typewriter with paper, then responded wryly. "You're not supposed to take files home anymore. Remember what happened last time?"

She leaned back as he stepped in front of her. "There was the slew of family cases that came in. With Patricia on leave, I'm handling all our calls and mail. Not to mention paperwork on her filings. It wouldn't have gotten finished if I hadn't taken it." Snorting, she shook her head at herself. Heat bloomed in her neck. "Not that it matters when I don't have it."

Expression softening, Matt stuck his hands in his pockets and jutted his chin at her. "How long did you work on it?"

It was hard to discern if he actually cared about the hours she put in. Or if he merely wanted to gauge the possibility of her doing investigations off the books again, something he'd explicitly prohibited. "I don't know." She waved dismissively. "Three or four hours?"

He let out a huff. "You put in enough time already. Go home at noon. We'll get to it first thing tomorrow."

"I have a lot to do." Her eyes widened at the myriad piles of folders laying around. "And I can't imagine you playing operator."

"I've managed when you've both been in court or at appointments. Besides," he continued as he headed back to his office. "You never take days off."

Straightening, she wheeled her chair to watch him plop down on his leather seat. "I'm taking three days next month," she countered.

His glare contained an unequal mix of mirth and consternation. "Y/N?"

The phone started ringing. She succeeded in making one ear ignore it. "Yes?"

"I know you haven't forgiven me for that whole Renew Corp. thing." She flinched at the casual mention of the company she loathed. Of her failure. But she forced herself to listen. Matt picked up a pen and started writing. “Rather than being stubborn, try saying, 'You're right.'"

~~~~~

Y/N stood in front of the narrow, white stove, stirring the soup she'd thrown together using bouillon, carrots, onions, and pasta. Ingredients she'd found in Arthur's kitchen. Music poured, at a respectable volume, from the radio on the windowsill. Swaying out-of-time, she added a sprinkling of black pepper, one of the only three spices he had (along with powdered garlic and salt). Wearing a content smirk, she sampled the steaming broth.

When she'd left the office, she'd been frustrated at herself. Yes, she was human. Everyone made mistakes. But she wasn't the forgetful type. Particularly if someone was depending on her. However, as she'd stopped in Burnley for another change of clothes, hopped on the train to Otisburg, and pictured Arthur's reaction to finding her in his home instead of having to call to wish her sweet dreams, her disposition had improved. Not only would he have her for an extra night. He'd get a late lunch, too.

The click of the deadbolt and clank of his keys on the entrance table came the second she turned off the stove. She listened to his heavy exhale as his bag dropped to the floor and shut the door. In her peripheral vision he froze, then approached tentatively. She reveled in his delicate hold on the dip of her waist, the peck he planted on her cheek. The smell of greasepaint wafted to her nose. "I hoped I hadn't made this up," he sighed with what sounded like relief. "But your meeting."

She angled herself towards him, gaze roving over his red and blue plaid blazer. The painted-on smile. His irresistible brown curls, mostly flattened by the wig he'd worn. Fidgeting with the petals of the squirting flower on his lapel, she scrunched up her face. "This morning went to shit." She explained the power outage, the clock, her own stupidity at leaving the file in his apartment. "I've packed it. Don't worry."

His posture grew pensive. "Sorry. Maybe- Maybe we should have stayed at your place. Your building's better."

Him thinking her error was somehow his fault had to be nipped in the bud. "No," she said. "You asked to make more memories here before we move in together. I'm happy to do that."

He paused, long enough she could have sworn she'd heard the gears in his head grinding. "Are you in trouble?"

Not unexpectedly, he had put together her mistake and her early dismissal from work and assumed the worst. "If I wasn't fired for trying to stop the Waynes, it's going to take more than an oversight to get me thrown out on my ass." Her brow furrowed. She sneaked a hand under his jacket and placed her palm on his chest. "I just hate that I wasted last night for nothing."

Soft lips, slightly sticky with red paint, grazed her temple. "It's okay," he said. "You're here now. And I got to help you."

The balm of his kindness loosened her rigid stance. His zeal to assist her, to ask questions, to learn about every aspect of her branded her heart completely. She leaned into him, kissed the squishy fold of skin under his chin, and nudged his ribs. "Food's ready. Go change. I want to hear all about your day."

Arthur emerged from the bathroom within minutes, clad in his worn, blue house pants and toweling his hair. Dimples were on constant display while they ate. The glint in his eyes was the one he usually had if his act or a job had gone particularly well, if he was pleased with himself. Was the one starting to be an almost weekly occurrence. Was the one that made his green eyes sparkle and caused her stomach to flip. He inched closer to her with every sentence.

The kids at the new children’s medical center had liked Carnival, he said. They hadn’t minded that he’d "filled in" for Gary. The magic tricks had all gone without a hitch, and the clinic had provided the balloons, which was a savings. The nurses and doctors had been nice; they’d even asked for his card. He’d had to provide a slip of paper with his address and telephone number instead. But he was sure he’d be invited to perform again. And he asked Y/N for help writing Gary a thank you note for the referral, claiming, “You’re better at that than me.”

“You’re the one who journals every day.” Her bowl and spoon clattered in the sink. “And your letter to me was beautiful. Just let me proofread it.”

Soon they were reclined on the sofa, sharing the flat pillow he’d used when he’d had no choice but to sleep there. The tape he’d recorded yesterday was playing. The Honeymoon Game had been a casual watch before, he’d explained. Not a nightly ritual like Murray. Given that he had a girlfriend and was a boyfriend himself, it had become fun to view.

She was only half-focused on the TV’s talking heads. Her mind was drifting to moving day, which filled her with gladness. She examined the plaid walls, the white cream color ceiling, the knick-knacks strewn about in the glow of the setting sun. The lantern with an owl hanging in the corner; the green, plastic drawers by the television; the curio cabinet... They were all a part of 8J, but assuredly not a part of him. How much would he be bringing with him, she wondered. And what would he be leaving behind?

“With one sugar and a shot of milk.” Arthur’s lively voice broke through her contemplation. Ah. He was reacting to the questions posed to the contestants, and making the answers about her, as he was wont to do.

She nestled back into the pleasant warmth of his firm frame. “Three sugars,” she replied, confirming she knew how he took his coffee. They continued to play along, with him showing off everything he’d memorized about her, and her replying with what she’d gathered about him.

Eventually, he shifted behind her. Raised himself on his elbow. “How did you know you loved me?”

Her hum was soft. Short. Possible responses were multitude. She’d suspected she could fall for him early on. When he’d wanted to repay her for doing what anyone should have done on the subway. And the first time he’d had the courage to call her after they’d split a slice of pie, his slight stammer revealing his nervousness. Maybe she’d say it was how slowly he’d drunken his wine during dinner, initially squinting as he sipped, his inexperience with alcohol obvious.

But she chose to go with what she believed was truest. What she assumed he’d hear most keenly. “Before we slept together, I hadn’t been with anyone for four years. And even then, it was different.” His hand splayed on her abdomen, thumb dragging along the waistband of her green leggings. A delightful ache flared in her center. “When I woke up, I felt perfect.”

“You felt like you were perfect?”

“No, silly,” she laughed, batting his forearm. “I knew I hadn't made a mistake. I reached out to your side, first thing - I’d thought of it that way, even then.” At the sensation of his hardening shaft against her rear, she giggled. “You’d made me so happy. You always do. I wanted to you to bed me again.”

The round tip of his nose skimmed her cheek, and she shivered at the dip of his fingers into her panties. “I want to again,” he rasped, paraphrasing her. The grind of his length was making her light-headed, and she twisted her torso to look at him. “I’ve been thinking about it.” Cheekbones glowing, he averted his eyes. “Ever since I woke up.”

“My monthly started,” she said regretfully. His descent halted, and a groan of frustration left him as he lowered his forehead to her shoulder. She mused. While he was becoming more apt to say what he desired, it happened rarely. But she loved it and didn’t want to discourage him from letting himself be assertive. Would he be offended by her suggestion? “I freshened up before we laid down. I have a tampon in. There are other things we can do.” She pressed her lips together, hoping she didn’t sound presumptuous. “If you’re comforta-“

“I’m comfortable.” His mouth quickly claimed hers, opening on a sigh. The tip of his tongue laved at the seam of her lips, and his messy enthusiasm made her whimper. Leaving a scorching trail in its wake, his hand traversed to her upper leg, gliding over the crease where her thigh and vulva met.

Shallow breaths caressed the nape of her neck, stoking the heat threatening to consume her. But the studio audience blaring from the television’s mono-speaker kept wresting her out of her haze. She snatched the VCR remote from the coffee table and hit the pause button.

The tease of his fingertips at her dark curls caused the peaks of her breasts to stiffen. She gasped as the rough fabric of her sweater dragged along them. His fore- and ring fingers spread her outer lips and she shuddered. The leisureliness of his fondling didn’t detract from its intoxicating effect.

Though it was a tad rough. “You’re kinda dry. Hold on.” Swiftly, he brought his hand to his mouth and wet his fingertips. Y/N blinked at him. It was clear he thought nothing of it, which shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering he’d confided he liked going down on her. Still. Seeing this normally reserved man improvise so he could pleasure her made her center throb with need.

Y/N was doing her damnedest to get her leggings and underwear down. Arthur snorted at her spirited, failed attempt at kicking them away. “It’s okay,” he chuckled, pushing them off her ankles with his foot. Then his touch fluttered at her swollen folds. She arched into him, already feeling as though she would burst. Bent at the knee, her leg lifted until her foot was flat on the couch cushion, allowing him easier access. He took advantage, sweeping forward and back along the rigid line of her engorged clitoral hood. She rolled towards him subtly, her moans getting louder with each tap to her sensitive nub.

Still holding himself up, he cradled her head. "Your sounds make me crazy," he said lowly. Once his hips started following hers, faintly rutting against the flesh of her backside, she closed her eyes. Hurriedly, she reached behind her to yank at his pajamas. "What?" he asked.

"I want to feel you," she whispered. There was a huff and some fumbling. And moments later his cock was settled at the cleft of her bottom. She bit her lip, savoring the weight of him. God, he felt wonderful.

His fingertips whispered over her clit, daring to follow the edge of her inner labia. She heard him gulp. "How does it feel when we're together? When- When I'm in you?"

"Warm. Full. Like you belong there," she replied with a smile. That last part of her response must have been unexpected, given that his grazes ceased and he trembled. "Don't stop," she whined, placing her hand on his. "Please, Arthur. You know just how to touch me."

Groaning, he started anew, deftly swiping quicker and quicker. The undulations of her pelvis hastened unevenly, begging both for release and for their coupling to last forever. She ran her palm up her torso, kneading her breast and plucking at her nipple. He nuzzled at her ear, grunting low in the back of his throat. Winding her fingers into his loose waves, she tugged lightly. Her belly twitched. Her whole frame tingled.

His skillful touch. The love they had for one another. The noises he was making in the crook of her shoulder. They all combined to throw her over the edge, and a wave of pleasure crashed through her. She cried his name brokenly, feeling empty without him inside her. But he kept holding her, guiding her through the crests of her climax. She was gasping, struggling to suck in air. Surely, she thought, he could detect the thundering of her heart against her ribs.

Gradually, the quivering grip she had on his locks eased. The kisses he planted on her neck were open-mouthed, desperate. And he hadn't halted the ardent movements of his hips. Y/N turned onto her other side. Gazing at him, she raked his curls out of his face, caressed his cheekbone with her knuckles. His look was hungry, darkened with need. The creases between his brows deepened as her hand trailed through the sparse dusting of hair on his chest.

There was a youthful charm to this situation, she considered. To them craving each other but not completely joining. It reminded her of being a teenager. When she'd been curious and horny, but nervous and not quite ready to go "all the way" with her ex. Being with Arthur allowed her to do all that again. To relive those experiences, to explore and make discoveries with him. To fall further in love with him daily.

She tenderly pecked the freckles at the top of his sternum, nestled against the notch above his clavicle. "I'm lucky to have you."

He didn't miss a beat, even as she trailed past the ticklish spots on his flank. "I'm luckier."

"I disagree." She outlined the slender muscles of his stomach, the v-lines leading to his cock. Played with the springy, brown curls at the base of him. "Without you, I'd only have my work. Which was enough before. But not now." After a moment, she concluded she was being sappy. She had to change it up. "And I wouldn't be having the best sex of my life."

Clearly flustered, he muffled his laugh. "Really?" His blush was prominent, his grin ecstatic.

"Really." Groans short and sudden, he rocked into her touch when she encircled his ample girth. Her fingers danced along his shaft, marveling at the contrast of his velvety skin with how hard he was. Pumping up and down, she tugged at him, trying to match the speed of his thrusts. He nudged his nose to hers, gazing at her before his hooded eyes flitted to watch what she was doing. Then she looked, too.

The sight of him fucking into her hand made her dizzy with want, even though he'd just gotten her off. The crimson, swollen head glistened, slick beading generously at the tip. Y/N licked her lips and spread it around him with the pad of her thumb. Moaning sharply, he bucked harder. Her motions quickened, flicking repeatedly at the notch on the underside.

Demand was implicit in the grasp he had on her upper arm. And it strengthened as his hips' stuttered, becoming unpredictable. Ragged pants hit her face. "I'm- I'm gonna make a mess.”

"It's all right," she soothed. Keeping ahold of him, she lay on her back. He followed and settled on top of her. Whimpering her name, he rubbed himself against her labia. But she gently pushed him onto his knees and continued palming him, her fingers teasing the ridge on his erection. It wouldn't take long to make him come. She could see it in the clench of his jaw, the tightening cords in his neck, his abrupt, needy cries...

Plunging forward, he held himself in place, grunting, clutching her urgently. His release hit her abdomen, warm and wet, and she gasped, her body curving up towards him. The feel of him spilling onto her couldn't completely distract her, though. Not from the beauty of his parted lips. Not from the relief that gradually spread across his features. Not from the slackening of his muscles as tension ebbed.

Sweat had gathered on his forehead. A droplet ran from the end of a dark brow to his jawline. Then he kissed her, his mouth groping at hers. "I love you," he said. He gave her one last peck and sat up on his knees. Holding onto the arm of the sofa, he retrieved her underwear from the floor and wiped her belly off. "That was fun." He tucked his chin bashfully.

"I concur." She entwined their hands and sat, then stretched as she pushed herself to stand and walk to the bathroom. The washcloth he'd designated as hers hung on the hook by the towels. She cleaned herself, listening as Arthur started the show again.

A new round of questions was just beginning. "When you and your spouse first met," the host started, "what was your first impression?"

Arthur's answer was instant. "Nice."

Y/N said the first thing that came to mind. "Handsome."

She popped her head out of the room to find him leaning on the entrance of the short corridor, beaming at her with hitched giggles. He was probably waiting for his turn to clean up. Like he normally did. But she couldn't stop herself from staring at him. Loving eyes met hers and his brows lifted expectantly. "Yes?"

Smiling, she wrung out the washcloth and put it back in its place. She stepped to him with a smile and smoothed his hair back. The rush of happiness in her soul, one she wasn't even sure she had, enamored her. Not only at what they'd shared on his old, scratchy sofa. But at Arthur being Arthur. At knowing soon she'd get to sleep next to him every night. Build a life with him, one she hadn't dreamed of even six months ago. Nothing she could say seemed adequate. So she went with a kind gesture, one she knew he'd appreciate. "I'll make us some decaf. And I love you, too."

~~~~~

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[see]

i mean was cole not a whole ass ghost at one point in time? classic cannot-kill-off-one-of-the-main-characters-because-we’re-too-scared scenario. and tbh i like zane but the rest of them, eh

so in season 5 there's an episode where the ninja go into the first spinjitzu master's tomb, and in this tomb there is a maze of ice. when you look into the ice, it shows you your future. kai, jay, and zane all see versions of them that look to be 20-30 years older than their current age, but cole sees nothing. at the time of this moment, cole is already a ghost, so if cole seeing nothing was a fake out like "oh, it's because he's a ghost!" then it wouldn't have been treated the way it was given we already knew he was a ghost, with cole reacting with fear. it is to note that this isn't really treated like a joke (it still has elements of humor given it's a kid's show), and this moment is stressed to a higher degree than any other character's future reveals. even jay's, which portrays him married to nya, in a time where jaya was kind of a huge deal to the writers, paled in importance to cole's reveal.

cole not being able to see his future self comes up again in season 6. going to pause here and mention that the ninjago writers are fucking crap with continuity, so if it's being brought up again, it must be an idea that the writers want to keep relevant. in the context of the scene, cole learns how to use his ghost form to turn invisible, which excites him because that must mean that he didn't show up in his reflection because he can turn invisible, not because he's going to die. STILL, cole gets his human body back in day of the departed, which was a mini movie between seasons 6 and 7. even though i highly doubt the team behind ninjago's ability to have a single modicum of understanding on how to write anything, i'm sure that they already knew that they were going to give cole his body back at some point before writing that line in season 6.

in an early draft of season 10 (meaning cole has had his body back for a good 3 seasons now), cole is absent with the implication that he has died and the show reached a conclusion, because the writers didn't anticipate getting picked up. these ideas are still present in the final draft of season 10, with cole falling presumably to his death (he was fine) in the story of the season. a lot of the pre-season advertising and hype highly pointed towards the idea of one of the ninja dying, and if i had to guess, tommy fully planned to kill cole and said something about it on twitter but they got renewed and they still kind of had to roll with the idea (also it sucked worse than ninjago writing usually does, which i think makes it clear that it was shoddily rewritten). i think there's a lot that points towards the idea of the ninjago writers planning to "kill" cole at the end of the show.

THAT BEING SAID!!! you're right, ninjago never kills off its characters. and it's not even a "oh it's a kids show, they can't show deaths on screen!" thing, because ninjago will show some weird and sad and brutal deaths and then be like "lol nevermind!" i can't really give one definite reason why that is (ahem bad writing) but it is up for question whether or not ninjago would actually kill one of their characters, especially at the end of the show, where they're 100% dead and ninjago can't retcon their death. i honestly can't tell you if they'd actually KILL kill cole or if they'd just pussy out, i don't know. i, for one, love cole, but i want to see some fucking integrity for once from this show and i want them to be able to deliver.

and i like zane too!

#ask #anon

[devhak22]

Tomorrow's Cthulhu: Stories at the Dawn of Posthumanity

Edited by Scott Gable & C.Dombrowski

This is a collection of some very odd and eerie stories, with the setting for most at the very sudden end of human civilization, which is a somewhat suiting theme during this pandemic era in which we are currently entering. The civilization-ending circumstances in this paperback represent quite varied causes, some technological, some alien, and some supernatural.

I wasn't expecting this book to be as immersive as it turned out to be. Each story is written superbly and vastly differs from its kin.

Notable quotations:

"Just because technology makes things easier now doesn't make us better than those old pioneers. Don't let the familiarity of amazing things fool you. We are constantly rewriting the fine print of the universe—and that's big." ~ p. 22, Renee's father (Beige Walls by Joshua Hood)

'It began when the autumn was too damn hot, and it was much too late to deny climate change or the things crawling out of the melting icecaps, and the country was too polarized to do anything, and the sciences groped in all directions and the search engines pieced together all dissociated knowledge.' ~ p. 33-4, Val (The Five Hundred Days of Ms. Between by Joshua Alan Doetsch)

'I smoked a vitamin-supplemented e-cigarette and complained to the bartender that a vice without self-destruction spoils the poetry.' ~ p. 34, Val (The Five Hundred Days of Ms. Between by Joshua Alan Doetsch)

'The whirring of the 3D printer woke me up even though it had already been going for hours. It's a waste. All this expensive tech tucked away at the bottom of the world. One government funded a whole bunch of upgrades, top of the line stuff. The next one swooped in and took all the money away, made climate research damn near illegal. Now all the fancy machines and equipment are rotting away, and private eyes and dollars are on space.' ~ p. 57, narrator (Tekeli-Li, They Cry by AC Wise)

'I think he would be smart under normal circumstances, but Risi only brought him along because she wants something to fuck.' ~ p. 58, narrator (Tekeli-Li, They Cry by AC Wise)

'Her people, the Invisible College, the only group of humans that clung to civilization in this world ravaged by Deep Ones, valued reason above revenge, civility above anger. Its members had escaped the superstitions of race, gender, nation, and religion Hidden for centuries because so many leaders valued war and greed over the delights of science and exploration, the group clung to the best characteristics of humanity.' ~ p. 159, narrator (Innsmouth Redemption by Joette Rozanski)

'He had figured out when he was thirteen that the church was stuck in the past when it came to issues of sexuality and race. And as for its treatment of women . . . well, what could you expect from a faith born out of a paranoid New England man's fear of female genitalia?' ~ p. 164, narrator (Church of the Renewed Covenant by Shannon Fay)

'For some reason, one that was not explained to us, we had been quarantined. Nothing from earth would be let beyond the boundary.' ~ p. 168, narrator (Church of the Renewed Covenant by Shannon Fay)

'Eden, you were absolutely right about some things. You wrote that the reason SanMorta denies that its GMOs cause genetic drift in humans isn't blind stupidity or bureaucratic incompetance. You said they're doing it delibrately and they want it to spread.

This is true.

You almost even grasped the reason why. You wrote that it was for population control, that the group you're in touch with believes the intruder genes will make everyone more docile, more vulnrable to disease, more dependent on government.' ~ p. 247, Amisha (Drift from the Windrows by Mike Allen)

'...so what did I care about some new boogieman? Yet another something that heralded the collapse of civilization as we knew it? We all had a cultivated nihilism about us, wore meaningless cloaks of ironic laughter: who cares, we're all going to die.' ~ p. 263-4, narrator (Testimony XVI by Lynda E. Rucker)

'But for some reason I felt like I had to start telling her and Jess about what it had been like here before everything changed: how there would be festivals or they'd show the World Cup final or a movie on the big screen and thousands of people would throng into the square. Back before it was forbidden for crowds that size to gather.' ~ p. 266, narrator (Testimony XVI by Lynda E. Rucker)

'Old folks joke about my generation live-tweeting the Apocalypse. I'm counting on the fact that, hells yeah, we will, or this will never work. If it doesn't, prettymuch everyone in the world dies in the next forty-eight hours.' ~ p. 274, Casilda Carter (The World Ends in Neon Yellow by LA Knight)

'Wasn't it Goethe who said that any time a person speaks and someone else understands is a little miracle? I grew up watching so much shit on TV where aliens spoke our language. The first time I met aliens, I was terrified beyond belief to discover they had their own language, their own thoughts, their own utterly inscrutable way of perceiving the world, themselves, you. The impulse to crush them as something offensive never quite goes away.' ~ p. 281, narrator (Nimrod's Tongue by Cody Goodfellow)

'Approximately three hundred miles off the coast—farther and deeper than any aquatic research facility before—the underwater research lab exists, officially, to study the creatures and habitats of the marine environment and the ocean floor. To map the die-outs, record extinction rates, and chart the mutations, all happening faster than we can scare up the manpower to observe them. It's the great dying of the Holocene epoch, the sixth mass extinction in geological history. ~ p. 296, Mia (The Great Dying of the Holocene by Desirina Boskovich)

[hellyeahomeland]

"hey had an entire year to put together the season, and halfway through, they didn’t know any more about how it was going to end than we did." Room for possible changes are fine, but they have to know their basic character/plots arcs. You'd think if they had trouble managing the plot halfway through the season, they'd at least notice how Great Q was and not use him to fix part of later plot. I guess, they wanted to get rid of Q for final seasons because if he was there fans would expect C/Q.

That’s the whole thing. This is a long-running, well-respected show. It was renewed for two seasons. They had plenty of space to figure things out.

There is no excuse for a television show to randomly kill off one of their main characters for no clear reason. They knew how great Quinn was. They knew how much we loved him. They gave no fucks. 

If the writers had a fully-crafted outline for all of their main characters, there is no sign of it. 

Sara said it best offline last night: “I know this is news to no one, but the writers room is literally a bunch of Sauls sitting around a table and they need an Astrid or a Maggie Mathison to come in and just tell them to get their shit together.” 

#anonymous #ask #hyh ask #by: ashley #quoting sara