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#Ruthless Saints
efexbe · 5 months
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ruthless saints by michelle heard
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saintbleeding · 1 year
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i got this funny impression the first time i listened to tma
i mean i got several, which resulted in acute confusion between 91-111 when i realised that gerry, michael shelley, and mike crew were three distinct people (i’d somehow conflated son-of-the-bookshop-lady and lightning-guy, then the two michaels)
but the one that really stuck out to me upon completion the first time was i’d picked up the idea that peter was evan’s dad, and it was such a confident belief that i was actually quite shocked when i realised that it wasn’t actually canonically the case. and my brain kind of didn’t give it up, and i realised that it could actually be possible? like, would it be a bit unusual for someone to give a statement and not mention a child and their other parent? yeah, potentially. would it be weird for peter lukas to be so disaffected by the fact that he fathered a son who died young that, if it didn’t relate to his compelled narrative, he wouldn’t mention it? less weird.
i wouldn’t put it past peter to add little bits of isolation to his life wherever possible--and it sounds pretty on brand of him to tepidly develop a relationship with someone, have a kid, and then pop into the kid’s life just enough that his absence is felt. but what if it kind of backfired? what if the kid really ended up missing his father, and wondering what he was doing with all those months at sea? what if that was, for example, the thing that got the kid into marine biology, then science, then when he went away to uni the kid realised he really liked having friends? what if he knew enough about his family, his father’s family, that he knew he wanted to be an antidote to whatever his relatives were doing to the world, and he therefore tried every day never to let anyone he met feel isolated? what if he and naomi got chatting not just because they were mutually intrigued, but because evan refused to leave anyone forsaken?
i’m not suggesting peter would do something to ensure the death of his own kid. i am suggesting i’d believe that he wouldn’t do a great deal to stop such a thing happening. i am suggesting he’d probably consider an absence like that rather an impressive offering to his god. I am suggesting he may not mention his own son without a--literally--compelling reason to do so.
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ballisticfunk · 4 months
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so!! i decided to turn slugcats into spirits for some silly self indulgence. it was a really fun exercise, and now it's time to reveal everyone one by one! starting off with Saint, probably my favorite design of the lot (and that's saying something).
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bootdork · 2 years
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You're telling me that the boss who fell through 6 floors of concrete and continued to beat Maero to death is the same boss who, in SR3 onwards, everybody treats like a useless and nonthreatening moron??
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faline-cat444 · 7 days
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It's not everything but it's what was in the mailbox today
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francesderwent · 10 months
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one of the weirdest things about *waves hands vaguely in the direction of my relationship* this whole experience. is this time around? there really isn’t a Taylor Swift song that captures it for me.
#even the MOST romantic ones? ones that I DO think capture something of the essence of love. none of them are right somehow!#i will still not be elaborating at this time#closest are probably Everything Has Changed (dust off your highest hopes everything HAS changed)#King of My Heart (is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending)#weirdly State of Grace (love is a ruthless game unless you play it good & right! this is the golden age of something good & right & real!)#but there’s no hearing a song everything snapping into place like oh THIS is what it feels like#because none of those songs are about him you know??? the specificity is missing and the specificity is why I love him#Everything Has Changed is wrong because I knew a whole lot more than his name when everything changed!!#King of My Heart is wrong because it’s not QUIET enough. it’s too triumphant not awed enough#State of Grace is wrong because ‘you were never a saint we learn to live with the pain mosaic broken hearts’ just isn’t the vibe!#and neither of us have blue eyes!!!#and if this was a fictional blorbo song none of that would even matter because I can reach across miles to make a blorbo song work#but apparently not this time??#and the answer might be ‘well cate Taylor has never written a song about falling in love with an old friend’#(except for Glitch which lowkey sucks and Mary’s Song and INTHAF which go back TOO far; we didn’t grow up together)#but also…..it might be that this time it’s not primarily in my head and so I can’t twist it to fit a song#they say you know when you’re really in love because all the love songs make sense#but maybe that’s sort of the being in love with love stage??#maybe you know you’re really in love when none of the love songs can fully cross over into the uniqueness of your experience#anyway. ignore me#or send me song recs for friends-to-lovers lol#in which cate tells stories
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darklinaforever · 6 months
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Has anyone ever read Something Dark and Holy, by Emily A Duncan ? Because the Russian context and the Nadya and Malachiasz story intrigue me...
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fictional-llamas · 1 year
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Just some great quotes from the Something Dark and Holy trilogy
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thetinyspinosaurus · 1 year
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Nadya, girl, I need you to stop thinking with your pussy and to start thinking with your brain because this is NOT working.
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booklover-s · 7 months
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Ok, about blessed monsters: I'm almost finished and it's my favorite book in the trilogy, Nadya, Malachiasz and Serefin are impeccable from start to finish, how I love them!
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kero-verdade · 2 years
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Park Haesoo is really in his Netflix bag lately. good for him!!!
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c4rdsharp · 1 year
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meechi. absolutely love this mangacap of the Gandor family. nothing has bigger 'you got the whole squad laughing' energy than this exact image. incredible.
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advictoriams · 2 years
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"Be the heel, Eli."
Storming Marshall is literally DX invading Nitro
Volition are still a bunch of marks and the wrestling references in Saints Row are actually on point. Good job, marks.
But also. A Murderbrawl DLC set at The Smelterdome would just be so much fun.
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In My Mailbox (#71)
In My Mailbox (#71) -need to addd tehj books
~Purchases~ Lightlark by Alex Aster | Goodreads Wicked Saints by Emily A. Duncan | Goodreads Ruthless Gods by Emily A. Duncan | Goodreads Blessed Monsters by Emily A. Duncan | Goodreads ~ARCs~ A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid | Goodreads Creeping Beauty by Andrea Portes | Goodreads Magical Girl Incident, Vol. 1 by Zero Akabane | Goodreads Creeping Beauty by Andrea Portes | Goodreads ~~~ I…
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ncttytrack · 3 months
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Hi can you write about y/n’s first time giving blowjob to jake (who’s a fuckboy) and jake will be so turned on on how innocent y/n is, guiding her on how to suck his dick right. And jake is thrilled at the idea of being able to fuck a virgin mouth and so in the end he fucks her hard til she pass out🤤😫🥵👅😵‍💫 jake hard dom!!!!!!!
IM SORRY IT JUST DOESNT LEAVE MY MIND😭 Please make it happen 🥺
Daaamn. Fuckboy Jake is soooo 🤤
Let me guide you - s.j
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If only you knew the amount of times he jerked off to the thought of being your first everything, first time sucking someones dick, first time having sex, first time letting someone take over you.
Fuckboy!Jake x virgin!reader
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Warnings: size kink, virginity kink (duh), Dom!Jake, Sub!reader, choking, reader passing out, Jake is ruthless
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Your soft knees are standing on the hard floor, making your knees hurt and bruised. His hand is on your head, playing with your hair, before tugging it harshly, earning a crying whine from you. You don't really know how to explain how you got in this position, on your knees in front of the school's biggest fuckboy Jake Sim. Easily described, he lyingly said he wanted help with his math homework, wanting you to help him out. Since you are a saint, not knowing the lie behind his words, you gladly helped.
He had used this tactic on a lot of girls before, but was still surprised when it worked on you. How innocent were you really, when you naively made your way to his house, into his own bedroom, wearing the tiniest skirt and the cutest sweater. By now, he would've thought you had heard the rumors about him, and also noticed his massive boner hiding under his gray sweats.
You had tutored him for five minutes before he started toying with your inner thigh, making you yelp. And after ten more minutes with his teasing touch, you were on your knees in front of him. The way he looks down on you, leaning back against the sofa with his legs spread wide, pants down, is making him too hot for you to handle. The position is making you come eye to eye with his hard cock, being able to see the preecum leeking out from the tip.
His tongue is licking his bottom lip, "Have you ever done this before, darling?" He says, already knowing the answer. Your breaths are already heavy, looking up at him with innocent eyes. If he didn't hold himself back, he would just cum by looking at your cute face, unaware of what's about to come.
"No, Jakey" You say, looking away with flushed cheeks, embaressed that you had never had sex before, not even seen a cock until now. Jake takes a deep breath, using his grip on your head to make you look at him again. He gulps down his salivia, drooling at the thought of fucking a virgin mouth. Your virgin mouth.
Any since he saw you in school, he knew you were a virgin, or at least hoped. If only you knew the amount of times he jerked off to the thought of being your first everything, first time sucking someones dick, first time having sex, first time letting someone take over you. That's when he came up with the smartest plan, to make you tutor him. He knew that you were naive enough to help him, naive enough to not know what he actually wanted from you.
"You want me to guide you, baby?" He says, a hand still on your head. You nod your head nervously, looking at his cock again before grabbing it with your hand. He is thick, and long, and you try to calculate how it's going to fit inside your mouth. You had heard from your friends that you are supposed to jerk it off before sucking it, so that's what you did. But it was hard, not enough preecum for your hand to glide up and down his length, making him hiss in pain. He stops you, "You need to spit on it, baby". You feel disgusting when you spit on his cock, watching it glide down his member, the sight making your pussy soaked.
"Now lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it mhm" Jake says, still looking at your small figure trying to pleasure his cock. You follow his orders, licking the tip of his cock, making his head tilt back against the sofa. He lets out a small groan at the feeling of your wet tongue coming in contact with his aching cock. Seeing how your actions made him feel, made you want to pleasure him more, wrapping your lips around the tip.
"Now go slow, up and down, baby" You suck him real good for your first time, swirling your tongue around his length while sucking him, using your hands to jerk of the length that doesen't fit in your mouth. You clench your thighs at the feeling of Jake's cock in your mouth, and the way he so caringly guides you to suck him just the way he wants you to.
"Fuck just like that, bunny" Jake tries to hold back, the only thing he wants is to be as harsh to you as he is to everyone else. He is trying his hardest not to thrust his hips into your mouth, making his length go down your throat. But when your mouth starts to work up and down its length at a faster pase, he can't hold back anymore.
Both of his hands grab the back of your head, thrusting his cock deep down your throat over and over again. He wants to close his eyes out of pleasure, but he needs to look at you while he fucks your mouth. Your eyes are glued to him, drol is coming out your lips, adding the extra lubricant which makes it feel just right.
He eyes look down at your thighs, seeing them clench together, oh how wet you were from sucking his cock. His hands leave your head, grabbing your shoulder to pull you away from his length. He grabs your waist, using his strength to lift up your entire body before throwing you on the sofa.
He lifts up your skirt, seeing your drenched pink panties. Just seeing that makes him hard again. "Aw, baby, you are completely soaked!" He says, looking down at you with a teasing grin. He lifts up your legs and leans them on his shoulders so he can see more of you, using his finger to gently touch your pussy outside of your panties. You let out a loud whine at the feeling of his long fingers coming in contact with your wet core. "Plase, Jakey-"
As much he wanted to tease you, to make you a pleading mess for his touch, the sound of his name coming from your lips makes him insane. He rips off your panties, making him able to see your glistering hole, waiting to be ripped apart by his hard cock.
You look up at him with a worried expression. Your eyebrows furrowed, biting your bottom lip. "What if you are too big? What if I can't take it". He bites his lips trying to hold back his laughter at your statement. "Oh I know you can take it bunny, m' gonna fuck you so good, make my baby feel so, so, good"
And that's what he does. With a hand on your stomach, pushing you further down against the sofa, and with the other around your calf keeping you in place, he thrusts his cock into you. "Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby, taking my cock so well" He tries to hold himself back, to let your clenching, tight, hole adjust to his massive size, but he simply can't. He sees completely red, the way the tears are streaming down your face, and how desperately loud your moans are, is making it impossible for him not to pound himself into you.
Jake's thrusts never slow down, and with a hand on your neck, he rams into you, hard. Your head begins to feel light headed because of the pleasure and his grip. And, If he would choose, he would never stop, always wanting to have his cock inside your warm, virgin, pussy. And he fucks you, and fucks you, fucks you so hard til his cum leaks out of your pussy. He doesn’t stop, making you pass out with his still cock inside of you.
When you wake up, Jake is hugging you from behind, his cock still being inside of you. His hands have a firm grip on your waist, making sure you don't leave him. His plump lips are kissing your neck, whispering sweet nothings by your ear. "You were so good for me, baby, I could stay like this forever"
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fuckyeahisawthat · 8 months
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I think Crowley falls into two of the classic pitfalls of people who see that the problems are systemic long before anyone else around them does: impatience and despair.
(Yes yes I know, “Crowley was an optimist.” Book Crowley is an optimist. I don’t think that line is particularly useful for analyzing TV Crowley. Stay with me here.)
Let it be said that 95% of the time, Crowley has the patience of a fucking saint (ssh don’t tell him) around Aziraphale. He knows that Aziraphale needs to build his little plausible deniability rationales in order to do something that they both know he wants to do (because it’s right or simply because he would enjoy it) but Heaven wouldn’t approve of. And most of the time, Crowley is happy to help Aziraphale get there, asking the questions Aziraphale is afraid to ask, offering excuses and justifications until Aziraphale finds one he can accept. He does a lot of work of parsing out when “no” means “you haven’t convinced me yet, keep trying” and pushing through all the “I’m an angel, you’re a demon, we’re on opposite sides and mine is the good one” talk that Aziraphale gets up to all the way through s1. Because he knows that Aziraphale doesn’t really believe that stuff, right? He just needs some time to talk himself around his own cognitive dissonance, and most of the time Crowley is not only happy to facilitate that but sees it as part of his role in their relationship.
But then when the chips are down and Aziraphale is still dithering, that’s when he gets frustrated, because HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE what’s been blindingly obvious to Crowley for millennia, that Heaven is just as cruel as Hell and no one is going to step in and fix it because the system is working as intended. And that’s when he says things like “how can someone as clever as you be so stupid?” Which is a surefire way not to convince the person you’re arguing with of anything.
And then there’s the despair. I really think the running away thing is not about cowardice or selfishness or some kind of unhealthy level of avoidance of hard or scary things, but about hopelessness. They’ve spent their lives avoiding very very real danger, and of the two of them Crowley is much more constantly aware of the danger that they are in from both sides. Yes he’s hypervigilant but he is also almost always right about the amount of danger they are in. Trying to get as far away from danger as possible is not an irrational response, even if it’s not always the correct one for a given situation.
When you feel like you’re the only person who sees how rotten the system is, how it needs to be dismantled entirely, but you are also VERY aware of how strong the people in power are and how ruthless they are about crushing dissent because you experienced it personally…well that gets fucking depressing after a while. Because even if you think the whole system needs to go, that feels like a completely unattainable goal when it seems like no one else even sees the problem, or if they see it, they are too afraid to do anything about it. And can you blame them? You know exactly what happens to people who speak up.
So it’s very easy for your goals to shrink from systemic change to just taking yourself and the people you love and finding somewhere for them to be as safe as possible, for as long as the system will let you exist. Because reforming the system is a fool’s errand, and dismantling it entirely seems impossible. I think this is where Crowley is at. Even if on some level he knows it’s an imperfect solution, because both of them have enough compassion that they would feel guilty abandoning Earth and humans to save themselves, and because Heaven and Hell really can find them anywhere in the universe. He just doesn’t see another option.
And look, I think Aziraphale is 100% wrong that Heaven can be reformed. But he is not wrong to want to stay and fight to make things better, even if it means sacrificing the Earthly comforts he loves so much, and even if it means doing it without Crowley by his side.
Ultimately they both need each other. Aziraphale needs Crowley for his willingness to ask questions and to see the scale of the problem, even if it’s terrifying. But Crowley needs Aziraphale for his hope, his stubborn determination to believe things can and should be better, and to fight for that. In the right hands, hope is an enormously powerful weapon.
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