#and as we know there will be a lot of scrutiny thrown his way and people (lovingly) calling him out on his bullshit on this

[evankinard]

To be honest I've seen some people complaining about a lack of buddie interactions in 6a but like, at this point in their lives? These bitches are together and interacting all the time and we know it. Something 6a has been doing (and I don't know if this has an intentional deeper meaning or its just one of those things that just is, that makes the 9-1-1 universe so rich beyond what we see in those 45-minute episodes every week) is implying at buddie's and the Buckley Diaz family's closeness without actually showing it - other than the kitchen scene in 601, which seemed almost expositional in its placement within the premier, like it was the writers yelling "this is what you need to know about where Buck and the Diaz' are at as we start our season!" It was such an ordinary, light scene too, but it had an underlying heaviness to it like the writers were ordering the audience to read between the lines and understand exactly what that familiarity was telling them.

And that was the one big buddie scene we've gotten, sure, but they've somehow managed to show that that's not because of a growing distance between them, the way it very deliberately was in 5a, and more just because for one, this is an ensemble show and the other characters, especially Hen, have their own pretty important storylines going on, but also because at this point in their storylines, Buck and Eddie can't be interacting about the important stuff because this lack of communication is a set-up for later when Buck's decision and Eddie's reaction to it is revealed.

For now, though, we've gotten Eddie and Chim trying to comfort Buck and Hen in 602, Eddie clearly expecting Buck to have insight into Christopher's life that even he doesn't have in 604, buddie at some point planning to go over to fix the victim's house together and then actually doing it (without the involvement of the other mains and - minus the extras there for show - as a BuckandEddie only event) in 605, the hoover hand-off and Eddie convincing Buck to take him despite not being allowed a dog in his loft happening off-screen also in 605, and Buck and Eddie crowded together in the waiting room waiting for news of Karen and Eddie reassuring Buck that she's gonna be okay in 606. There have been no shortage of reminders that after 5b, buddie have settled into their closeness and they're living in each other's pockets as they've ever been. That's 5/6 episodes with on-screen and/or implied buddie interactions this season and the one other episode is literally a bottle episode set in Florida. Eat your heart out.

Everyone wants their favorite characters and ship to be interacting on screen all the time but with a show like 9-1-1 that knows how to truly appreciate its ensemble and give equal love and attention to all of its characters, it would be a disservice to them and to buddie to act like just because they're being given the spotlight and airtime for a bit that it means a lack of closeness on buddie's part.

#even if we just think about it #603 was a bathena episode 605 was a madney episode 606 was a henren episode #602 was about hens breakdown because of her growing responsibilities and buck floundering #604 was about the sperm donor plot being brought up but once again they couldn't bring eddie into that because the entire point #is that buck is making this choice and keeping it a secret from the people who love him #and as we know there will be a lot of scrutiny thrown his way and people (lovingly) calling him out on his bullshit on this #and we know it wont be maddie doing it or maddie's reaction they're focusing on since jhl said she hasn't filmed a scene about it #clearly its eddie's reaction that will be the most important here #so and i cannot stress this enough #shut up about buddie not having scenes together shut up about buddie not having scenes together shut up about buddie not having scenes toge #911 fox #911 speculation #911 season 6 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 spoilers #weewoo brainrot

[yourstardarling]

Beauty Is Intimidating

I was thinking about this earlier, that beauty creates a lot of mixed reactions in people. There is no one way to define beauty and what is deemed beautiful is personal interpretation. What I have noticed though is that oftentimes people who look good can easily intimidate other people. Their beauty creates a barrier that makes it hard sometimes for them to be approached. Like in popular Highschool movies for example, beautiful people are often seen as untouchable. They hold a lot more power than others and only other beautiful people can easily be around them.

The reason I brought this up is because it made me wonder about the nature of beauty. What better planet to look at than beauty herself, Venus. Venus the planet of love, femininity and beauty rules over the way we view attraction in our lives. However, the nature of Venus is to face scrutiny and conflict for her beauty. Her signs are opposing forces that don’t like Venuses beauty.

Taurus & Scorpio: This first axis shows the point that beauty will often cause intimidation. People who are beautiful have a way of bringing up the shadows of other people. They are ideally secure within themselves and their appearance. This in turn creates an effect where they’ll face scrutiny for others insecurities. “I wish I had hair like hers” “Why aren’t my arms as muscular as his” This demonstrates how beauty, will bring about underlying feelings of others to light. It can garner jealousy and envy for your appearance. So the intimidation itself does not come from the attractive person, but from the insecurities others may have inside. It’s a feeling of unworthiness to even talk to someone they believe looks better than them. Oftentimes people make the assumption that a beautiful person won’t like to talk to them. Sometimes if these feelings are not evaluated, it can cause deep emotional resentment towards good looking people.

Libra & Aries: This next axis shows us how beauty can often cause conflictions within other people. Beautiful people are susceptible to face hatred for their appearance. A lot of aggression can be thrown towards them just for the fact they look good. With the Aries influence on Libra, people will want to physically fight them. Some have faced bullying and harassment growing up which motivated them to improve their appearance. At the same time beautiful people can easily get other people to fight for them. Like Helen of Troy, a whole war was waged in her name because she was considered the most beautiful women in her time. So beauty here becomes a form of protection, which intimidates others from messing with you. However, the air sign nature of Libra shows how conflict will instead arise in the form of gossip. A lot of rumors can be made about them, which are usually lower Aries quality traits, such as being a b*tch, explosive, mean and narcissistic. For example, my friend has been told multiple times that other people thought she looked mean so they did not approach her. When in reality, she's a goofball and is far from being mean. Beauty here creates intimidation, by people either wanting to fight you or stay away in fear of being attacked by you.

Pisces & Virgo: This axis is between Venus’s exaltation and fall placements. In Pisces, Venus love knows no bounds, they are able to find beauty in everything and everyone. Virgo though reminds us of what beauty means in our society. It signifies facing constant scrutiny. Instead of being loved for their whole being, beautiful people will often face a lot criticism on their looks. They will get shamed for any slight changes in their appearance such as their weight, face and complexion. Criticism on why they are wearing this outfit, why does their hair look like this and a need to bring them down for not being perfect. Pisces reminds us that this is a reflection of what you find imperfect within yourself. The beautiful person is just mirroring the insecurities in other people. That is why you can find something within them to always critique because it’s the criticism you have about yourself. The exaltation of Pisces teaches us to let go of trying to pay attention to every little detail about other’s appearance. Instead it's about appreciating the whole, which includes the fact that they are a regular person. There is so much more to them than just their physical looks. A reminder that before making all these assumptions about them, it is important to get to know who they are behind the mask.

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This is just my theory and observation on beauty. So next time people think you’re unapproachable and scary, just know it’s probably because you’re so sexy 😏. Lmfao, hope yall enjoyed.

- Your Star Darling

#astro thoughts #astro notes #astro community #Taurus #Libra #Pisces #Venusians

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine's Day, Shana! 💕🎉

Something FMA, please! Either a continuation of Colonel Elric or Sacrifice is Free

a continuation of 1 2 3

Hughes had intended to get several meetings out of the way in the morning before the day got too hectic, but he hears about the commotion Elric's team caused just trying to get into the building and rapidly rearranges his plans.

"Is everything alright with Roy?" Gracia asks as soon as he gets off the phone.

He blinks. "Yes. At least I think so. Why?"

"That's your managing Roy face," she says, smoothing his jacket across his shoulders.

He grimaces. "It's also my managing Edward face. You'll be seeing it a lot more."

She laughs, but he's serious.

~

As always, he hears them before he sees them.

"How the fuck is this considered well packaged?" Russel shouts, grumpy as usual. "I told you we should have shipped our own equipment."

"You know we had to give them the chance to snoop," Al says at a more reasonable volume. "They would have thrown a fit if we'd insisted on doing it ourselves."

"Well, Russel is throwing a fit now, so I'm not sure what the difference is," Kayal points out.

Maes snorts.

"Russel, put down the protractor," Fletcher begs.

"If I'm not complaining about them putting their grubby hands all over my automail, I don't want to hear anything from the rest of you," Winry snaps.

There's a beat of silence.

"You did complain about them putting their grubby hands all over your automail," Ed says.

"Shut up, Ed." Maes nudges the door open to peek inside. Winry is gesturing a wrench threateningly, which is par for the course. She's signed off on a variety of firearms, but somehow it's the hardware that seems to cause the most injuries. "You and Al took all your notes. You're not suffering like the rest of us."

"Hey, Al and I spent weeks making those decoys! That was a lot of suffering," Ed protests, his jacket tossed aside and his sleeves pushed to his elbows as he works on assembling Kayal's furnace.

Winry's eyes narrow. Sciezka pipes up from where she's buried under aforementioned notes, "Everything would be back in order faster if you all stopped bickering and focused. Also Hughes is here."

Every pair of eyes is suddenly focused on him. It's not the first time he's found himself under their scrutiny, but it's unnerving every time.

"I was wondering when you'd swing by," Ed grins. "I thought we could at least make it to lunch without setting off the rumor mill."

"Ed," he sighs, fond in spite himself. "How long until you're office is back up to standards?"

He looks at everyone else. Al looks up from the chemical compounds he's sorting and says , "Everything will be up in running by the end of the day, and organized by," he glances to Sciezka.

"The end of the week," she says, "assuming I get some more filing cabinets."

"Know where we can get some spare filing cabinets?" Ed grins.

Maes sighs. "Can I borrow your commanding officer for a bit?"

"Take him," Kayal shrugs as Russel says, "You'd be doing us a favor," and Winry adds, "Please."

Ed rolls his eyes. Al smirks and says, "We've got it. I'll find you if something goes wrong."

"If something goes wrong I'll just follow the smoke and screaming," Ed says. Maes wishes he was joking. "All right, all right, I'm gone. Don't have too much fun without me."

Fletcher waves goodbye. No one else does.

"I get no respect," Ed complains as they walk down the hall.

"You wouldn't know what to do with it if you did," Maes points out. People treating Ed appropriately for his rank gives him hives.

"True," he admits easily. "Now tell me all the good gossip. We almost never bothered to come to Central."

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #fma

[andy-15-07]

Weathering the Storm

masterlist ! pairing: Chase Stokes x reader

SUMMARY : Y/n and chase are dating. But she gets alot of hate from Chase's fans, which he doesn't know about. Eventually chase finds out and comforts y/n and confronts his fans.

The sun was setting as Y/n scrolled through her social media, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within her. She had been dating Chase Stokes for a few months now, and while their relationship was blissful in many ways, there was an undeniable dark cloud looming over her. The comments section of her posts was flooded with hateful messages from Chase's fans.

"Chase deserves better."

"Why is she even with him?"

"She's not good enough for him."

Y/n couldn't escape the negativity, and it was beginning to take a toll on her self-esteem. She hadn't told Chase about the hate she was receiving, not wanting to burden him with the negativity that surrounded their relationship. But as the comments continued to pile up, she couldn't keep it from him any longer.

One evening, after a particularly harsh comment left her feeling defeated, Y/n decided it was time to talk to Chase. She invited him over to her place, her heart pounding as she waited for him to arrive.

When Chase walked through the door, he was met with a forced smile from Y/n. "Hey, babe," he greeted, leaning in for a quick kiss. "How was your day?"

Y/n sighed, a heavy weight on her chest. "Chase, we need to talk."

Concern flickered in his eyes as he took a seat beside her. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

Y/n hesitated before finally deciding to open up. "I've been getting a lot of hate online, Chase. And it's not just general hate—it's about us."

Chase furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would anyone hate on us?"

She handed him her phone, displaying the cruel comments that had been flooding her social media accounts. Chase's eyes widened as he read through the hurtful words aimed at Y/n. Anger began to well up in him, but he took a deep breath before speaking.

"I had no idea this was happening, Y/n. I'm so sorry you've been dealing with this alone." He pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's not your fault, and you're definitely not alone now. We'll get through this together."

Y/n felt a sense of relief wash over her as Chase held her close. For the first time, she didn't feel alone in the face of the online hate. Chase, on the other hand, was determined to put an end to the negativity surrounding their relationship.

The next day, he posted a heartfelt message on his social media platforms, addressing the hate directed towards Y/n. "I never thought I'd have to do this, but it's important to address the toxic comments some of you have been leaving about my girlfriend, Y/n," he began.

He continued, "Y/n is an incredible person who brings so much joy and positivity into my life. No one deserves the hate she's been receiving, and it's disheartening to see some of my own fans perpetuating negativity. If you're a true fan, support means supporting not only me but also the people I care about."

Chase's post garnered an overwhelming amount of support, with fans and followers alike condemning the hate and expressing their love for Y/n. Chase's decision to confront the issue head-on brought a newfound strength to their relationship.

Over the following weeks, the negativity began to subside, and Y/n felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. Chase's fans slowly started to embrace their relationship, realizing that their happiness was what truly mattered to their favorite actor.

As they navigated the challenges of fame and online scrutiny, Y/n and Chase grew even closer. Their love proved to be stronger than any hate that could be thrown their way, and together, they faced the world hand in hand, unapologetically in love.

#chase stokes #chase stokes x reader #chase stokes imagines #chase stokes imagine #chase stokes fanfic #chase stokes x you #chase stokes x y/n #chase stokes x female!reader #chase stokes fic #chase stokes fanfiction #john b routledge imagines #john b routledge x-reader #john b routledge fluff #john b routledge x reader #john b imagine #john b routledge #outer banks #outer banks imagines #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fanfic #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks netflix #obx #obx imagine #obx imagines #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx fanfic

[baldurs-gape]

I just wanted to tell you that your "Shores" makes me feel an absolutely indescribable, incomprehensible, enormous ball of Feelings every time I read a new chapter but every time overall it's a very... kind and fragile ball of Feelings. Thank you

You are precious and should be cherished, I really hope you know that. Speaking of Shores, I am writing the last chapter as we speak (or rather, procrastinating it because I don't want it to end). But that won't get posted for another month or so at least, so there's nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, to counteract those feelings, I bring you a bit of silliness at the expense of Cazador.

The Intricacies of Infernal

Devils had a reputation for being dicks and it wasn't unwarranted. Sure, Astarion hadn't been the most forthcoming about his past but he'd trusted Gale enough to show him his scars. They were working on figuring out what it all actually meant without involving anyone else. Alas, Raphael wasn't quite so kind and thoughtful. He had no qualms about baring literally all of Astarion to the rest of the group to gawp at.

"Your cherished spawn has been holding out on you. He's nothing more than a pawn!" With grand gestures, Raphael pointed at the scars while Gale battled his cloak in an effort to get it off and cover Astarion. It wasn't a fight he was winning easily, getting tangled in his staff.

Raphael continued, "You see, Cazador the vampire wanted to play with hellfire. Profane Ascention's recipe is on that he solves, by bartering away seven thousands sou-" he stopped and leaned in to peer at Astarion's scars.

"Please tell me you weren't about to rhyme goals with souls," Gale groused as he finally got the cloak off and passed it to Astarion to clutched it in front of himself without moving from under scrutiny. "As someone who has dabbled in poetry, please listen when I tell you that even as an imperfect rhyme that is pushing it. Solves and souls is really not as clever as-"

"Shut up!" It was Astarion who cut him off. "What does it say, devil?"

A low laugh built up into something performatively hearty with a core of actual mirth. Raphael clutched at his stomach, head thrown back, prefectly enunciated 'ha ha ha' pulled deep from his chest.

"Cazador's flare for the dramatics is his downfall." He looked at Gale. "See this here?" Pointing to two dots at the base of the scar and to the left of Astarion's spine, he continued, "Those should be level if he'd wanted to sacrifice 7000 souls. But like this?" Another quick giggle was suppressed. "He's just pledged 7000 soups."

"He what?!" Astarion whirled around, cloak barely preserving his modesty. "What does that even mean?"

"My dear spawn, do you not know what soup is?"

"Of course I do." Finally the cloak was wrapped around his hips like a towel in a bathhouse. Given that there was no reason to hide his scars any more, Astarion opted to not care about covering them for the time being. "But how does he go about sacrificing 7000 soup?"

Raphael blinked like he had been asked the world's stupidest question. "Why, by consuming them of course. He was prepared to consume the soul of 7000, allow them to pass through him into the hells. But his craftsmanship has left a lot to be desired. And, it's been signed off by the devil he'd made this contract with. It's the written word that's final."

Wrapping an arm around Astarion's shoulder, Gale frowned. "So why didn't he just sign a contract like Wyll's? No typos that way. And why didn't the devil correct him?"

"As I said, Cazador's extravagance and need to be unique was his downfall. He didn't have to carve the contract into his spawn. As to why Mephistopheles agreed to it as is? He's got a funny sense of humour."

It didn't make sense. In a way it was a relief, there was no hanging threat of losing Astarion to Cazador's madness. Returning to the palace to kill him wasn't going to walk him into a trap. But at the same time such good fortune wasn't typical of their merry group.

"7000 soup is a lot to eat."

"And it has to be done in one sitting." Raphael looked delighted by that. "Tell you what, my favourite mice. Invite me to his confrontation and I'll play nice. Allow me to attened and bear witness, then when you fight the elder brain, I'll be one of your biggest hitters."

Groaning, Gale fought the urge to argue about meters and rhyming. Thankfully, Astarion beat him to speaking.

"Lend a hand and you could be a hero. But go back on your word and you're a zero. 7000 soups is no mean feat but with so much knowledge, I'll take a seat and finally 200 years of hunger will be beat."

The deal was struck, Astarion grinned. It was about time he got the upperhand against Cazador.

#bloodweave #astarion x gale #astarion/gale #astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 astarion #raphael #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[thecameronchronicles]

Stay

TW: angst, smut, language. 

SUMMARY: The night of your graduation leads to a confession you aren't prepared to hear... 

WORD COUNT: 3400

Stay 

Having heard congratulations on repetition for the last four hours, you found this specific moment of reprieve to truly be a breath of fresh air. But as your feet swayed in the water set just off of the pier behind The Wreck, where your graduation party had been thrown by your proud parents, there was one person in particular you wanted to see above all others and he wasn't even there. Of course, you were grateful who had been; Sarah, John B, Kie, Pope, and even Rafe who was more interested in torturing the pogues than being there for support for his fellow kook. But that dimpled smile you longed to supply the usual warmth was noticeably absent and so too was a piece of your heart. 

"Hey-" Kiara and Sarah made their way on either side of you, offering you a red solo cup as you offered a weak smile. 

"You doing alright?" You were asked, tears brimming in your eyes at the thought of JJ's absence. But it wasn't the lack of his presence that stung, but the idea of where else he may be. 

Another party...another girl...This is what pulled the tears to the forefront. You managed to hide them behind the rim of your cup and swallow them before your friends had noticed. 

"Just tired. Have a lot to do before leaving in the morning..." You explained, the idea of leaving the Outer Banks to prepare your apartment in Massachusetts having been the result of immature procrastination. And yet, it was all too real now. The once juvenile wishes of college were soon a reality as you thought of all the memories and connections that would be left behind-but most importantly, the words you never got to say. 

"I still don't understand why you're going so early...I mean...you COULD stay here for the summer at least...right?" Kie asked as Pope and John B now joined at your back, leaning against the railing of the dock. 

"The apartments fill up fast and its the only one they have available until next year. Otherwise I'd have to get a car and it's just an expense that isn't doable with tuition and everything-" You confessed, barely a kook by financial status, but more a pogue at heart anyway. 

"You should just stay. We have colleges here you know..." John B added as Pope would cast a glare as he shrugged to this scrutiny. 

"Just saying if maybe you stuck around a bit that-" John B was now hit by Pope, a swat that was noted by everyone but mentioned by noone. 

"Has uh...anybody seen JJ?" You finally asked when the curiosity had become too much for you. In truth, you wanted to yell at him for letting you down, but if he were to emerge behind you, even a second before the party was over, hell, even just before you left, you'd forgive him for all of it. 

But with the expressions of shared disappointment in their faces, you came to understand that this wouldn't be the case. 

"Last I saw he was going to The Phantom with a six pack and-" Kie nudged Sarah as you were now beginning to pick up on a mutual secret in which you were excluded. 

"Okay, what is going on? You are all acting weirder than normal-" 

"Excuse you!" Sarah teased as you shrugged. 

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that bad. What? Did he drink too much last night and is in some random girl's house sleeping off a hangover?" When nobody answered, you realized you were close enough to the truth for them to not correct you. It was a truth that stung in a way you didn't deserve to feel as JJ was just a friend. And yet, you loved him since you could remember... 

"Right. Well...I should probably get back to the party-". 

In unison they tried to call you back to finish consoling you as you would finish your feigned smiles and explanations for your future, all while suppressing tears and thinking of the one person you wanted there who was nowhere in sight. Of course, you thought you'd witnessed him in a few guests you didn't know by name due to the blonde hair or side profile wearing dimples. But alas, none were him. 

You helped in cleaning up the excess party waste, having been given enough well wishes and congratulations to make your head spin before finally returning home. But you wouldn't make it in the front door without your emotions getting the best of you. 

You blamed yourself. You blamed your friends. You blamed everyone. But him. This was because you couldn't. After all, there was no way he could tell what you thought of him after years of banter and coquettish quips never taken too seriously. Even in the glances held a bit too long, deep and shallow conversations filled with laughter and tears, even the drunk and high mishaps in where lips and hands may have teased-you never crossed a line you couldn't joke away. And it was your greatest regret. 

All you wanted was to sleep. All you wanted was to sleep so you could leave. But the second you opened your bedroom door, the sight of the boy you'd longed for was now waiting for you. But where you wanted to berate him for his absence, the pain in your heart, and the anger boiling just beneath the surface. You couldn't bring yourself to do anything but stand stilled once noticing the puffiness of his own emotions beneath cheeks still damp from recent tears. 

"JJ?" 

He looked at you for only a second before pulling his focus back to his hands, awkwardly crossed in front of him. 

"What are you doing here?" 

"I didn't want to be there..." He confessed as your eyes narrowed at him. 

"And you had to come HERE to tell me that? I kind of figured that when you didn't show up..." 

He paused before finally rising to his feet. "How long have you been here?" You questioned. 

"Since the party started..." 

"And you couldn't just pop on over and say hey?" 

"I couldn't." He spoke, immediately defensive, as you couldn't hide your glare. 

"Enlightening..." You scoffed, too hurt to nurse his own emotions. 

"Forget it..." He spoke, moving towards the door before you took hold of his arm. He wasn't going to get to leave with his sporadic behaviors without some sort of explanation. No matter how painful. 

"No! Tell me why you are here in my room at nine at night but couldn't spare just two seconds to say goodbye to me-" 

"Because I couldn't say goodbye!" He finally charged, the confession hanging in the air for too long to be a mere remark. The weight of it was felt by you both. 

"JJ-" 

"No..you know what? Screw this. You're gonna head off tomorrow for your future, start school and meet some guy who actually deserves you...but you need to know before you go..." 

"Know what?" You asked sheepishly, half disbelieving of his words as they inched closer to those you'd always wanted to hear. 

"We all knew Pope was gonna get out of here. That Kie was gonna save the animals one turtle at a time...that John B would be here with me...but YOU...I can't stand the thought of you leaving...all of them...I could...but not you. Because every single one of them have left...everyone but you. You were there everytime I needed someone. Even when I didn't. Even when I fought it. And now you're gonna leave and I-shit! I couldn't ruin your last night here by you seeing what you leaving would do to me...it would...it IS killing me-" He paused, your silence making him instantly regret his confession. 

"So go on...tell me to go to hell, tell me you could never be with me...but Jesus, just say SOMETHING!" You paused for a second to consider your words before moving towards the door. His head came to a bow in believing you would kick him out or simply leave without so much as a deep breath. 

"It's about time, Maybank." You moved to the tips of your toes, tears falling down your cheeks as you carried your lips to him, well aware he wouldn't initiate in fear of ruining the frail relationship he made brittle by his confession. 

"I mean it...I even tried to get into your college but was rejected faster than I could even really apply-Pope even helped me with this essay and-" He began to ramble as you silenced him with another kiss, reservation behind his lips. 

"J? I have to leave in about eight hours...And although I want to hear all of those sweet things, I would rather have you just show me..." You were brave in your sexuality, in a way you'd never been before. But then again, you'd never wanted anyone quite like you needed him before. Any prior experiences were lackluster distractions, almost preparation for this moment. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to believe it was happening, but still, he wouldn't waste another moment when your eagerness spoke in place of any distinction. 

"J?" You asked as he held you in place for some time, kissing with passion, but keeping his hands on your hips as if this had been a kiss exchanged at a heavily chaperoned dance-unacceptable for the contrast of how you burned for him. 

"Hmmm?" 

"Is something wrong?" 

"No!" 

"Then why aren't you touching me?" He scoffed, hands shaking your hips. 

"I am..." 

"No..." You lowered his hands to your butt as you brought your lips to his ear. 

"Why are you holding back?" 

"Because I don't want to scare you..." He confessed, eyes closed once feeling your teeth tease the lobe of his ear, "The things I want to do to you...I don't want to be gentle but you deserve-" 

"I want you to touch me, JJ...I want you to kiss me...I want you to...fuck me." He swallowed hard to your words, certain he was hallucinating them as he'd waited so long and you were so bold in comparison to your usual reservation to all things sexual. 

He would now take your face between his hands, holding you until your forehead rested on his, walking you towards the bed as he spoke; "Promise me if It’s too much that you'll stop me...no matter if It's two seconds from now or when I'm inside of you-" Your eyes glazed over with the fire borne from this thought. The imagery of that moment coming to you in an erotic flash as you nodded. 

"I mean it-" 

"I promise..." This validation was all he needed to pounce. Your back collided to the bed before you'd even realized you were no longer vertical to gravity. Instead, you were tangled within him, no further reservation as he assaulted your mouth with every ounce of desire he could muster, seemingly stealing your breath in the process. 

"You're so fucking beautiful...It always killed me that I couldn't say it...or touch you..." His lips fell to your neck, a soft reprieve to the animalistic fervor just seconds prior. 

"Well, you can now..." 

"Oh, I intend to, sweetheart." He spoke with mischief, eyes illuminated with humor and contentment. 

His lips continued beyond your neck, kissing the exposed curve of each breast while his hands rode the lines of your hips, allowed by your skirt. 

"I just want to make you feel good...Give you a reason to come back..." 

"JJ-" You meant to ease his insecurities, but became silenced by his lips pressed intentionally to quiet you. 

"I want you to think about me anytime another guy does as much as looks at you...I want you to feel me inside of you and remember how I can make you feel." You felt his hands continue to explore your skin before coming to your panties, searching for your clit over your lacy underwear. 

"God-you're so wet...making it so easy for me, aren't you?" You nodded as he grinned, his fingers pulling circles over your throbbing bundle of nerves as you began to rock into him. 

"Feels so good..." You groaned, a smile from his face being the last vision before your eyes rolled closed to the tease of his finger penetrating your entrance. 

"So tight...Shit, baby..." 

"JJ! Please don't stop!" 

"Wasn't planning on it, cupcake..." He spoke almost as more or a tease before lowering between your legs, small kisses on your thighs before taking over for the retraction of his fingers. Sucking on your clit, flickers of his tongue forcing your hips to mirror each time he made contact, he would keep you still by the draped arm set across your lips. 

"Relax baby...Let me take care of you..." You nodded, the pleasure of his mouth having banished all sense of worry from your mind. You trusted him. And he reveled in this. 

"Mmm..." He moaned into you, your body accepting his vibrations with enthusiasm as he smirked against you. 

"You want me to make you cum this way?" You nodded to his question as he grinned again, this time returning to you with devout focus. Pulling either of your legs over each shoulder, he yanked you to the very edge of the bed before committing to you with vigor. The sounds, too erotic, were only intensified further by his moans and groans of approval. 

"Oh God...JJ! Please don't stop-Please!" He bit down playfully on your clit, two fingers pumping into you at an ungodly pace as he was otherwise silent beneath you. 

"I'm...fuck, I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum..." He nodded, the first wave of pleasure making you tremble against him as your grip within his hair left his already effortlessly loose locks in further disarray as he continued his motions until he was certain you'd met the extent of your high. 

Cleaning up your release with his tongue, your body convulsing as he purposely teased what was now sensitive, he rose with the most victorious smile, as your eyes were darkened in lust against him. 

"Even better than I imagined..." He explained with a tease as you pulled him by his arms, your hand now taking hold of his erection. His shaft greeted by your grasp, precum used to lubricate him, as he moaned against you. 

"Baby-" He warned. 

"I want to...I need to make you feel good, too JJ...please let me..." He nodded, remaining set on one knee as the other remained at a rest between your thighs. He rested into your neck as you continued to pleasure him, squeezing and twisting in perfect yet precise corkscrew motions as he cursed into your skin. 

"Fuck!" He grunted finally before your second hand worked the edges of his pants until he was almost completely naked, enough of his body revealed to feel the majority of it against you as he pulled your hand away from him. 

"I've wanted this for so long..." 

"Me too, J-" He scoffed, the words sweetened when verified by you. 

"You're sure? Because once I start...there's no going back-" 

"I don't ever want to go back..." He agrees with the pull of a grimace on the corner of his lips as he moved back down to kiss you, this time, using his cock on the folds of your dripping yet sensitive pussy. 

"I'm gonna go slow at first..." You nodded as you watched him slide the tip of his cock into you, the sight too sexual to keep a focus. Instead, you threw your head back as he moved in painfully slow proximity to your center, stretching you beyond anyone who tried prior, until feeling him bottom out and still. 

"Doing alright?" 

"Please JJ-move- '' He grunted before nodding, obliging in eagerness as the most sinful of moans left his lips. 

"Shit, princess...You're so fucking tight...I...mmm..." Your fingers in his hips kept him against you by your command until you began the motions in which he followed. 

"Harder, J-" Once again, he obeyed. 

"I want you to cum...I want to make you cum..." 

"Oh God, you're killing me..." 

"I want to take you with me, JJ!" 

"Then take me...ALL OF ME!" He was harsh in his thrusts, your mouth hanging open when feeling him extend his entire impressive cock into you, hitting every nerve as you moaned beneath him. 

"Fuck sweetheart-I want you to ride me...I wanna watch you cum..." You agreed, the cruel withdrawal of this shaft quickly mended once repositioned. You hesitated prior to returning to this penetration however, as you lowered enough to take him into your mouth, making quick work of the pleasure he'd offer you. 

"Oh shit! You're-you're so fucking good!" He groaned behind clenched teeth as you bobbed faster as his hand wrapped your loose hair within his fingers. Only a few more pumps of his cock forcing tears from your eyes before he pulled you upwards, firmly but not enough to cause pain, while still remaining dominant. 

"Ride me until you cum baby girl...I wanna watch you fall apart over my cock..." You grinned, pulling your dress completely off of your body as his hands were gluttonous over you. Hips, breasts, ass-everything he could feel before feeling the reconnect you offered by collecting his thick dick and presenting it to you for safekeeping. 

You began to rock and bob, testing which he preferred until he began to direct your hips with sharp nails eating into your skin. 

"So good...so fuckin' good...made for me..." You nodded, hands presented softly against his chest as you took control of him, speed and depth supplied and slowed by you. When his eyes crept open to witness the vixen you'd become when continuing these motions, he was spent, eyes committing to a role to the once sweet tempered girl now defying gravity all to please him by riding his cock. 

"You're too damn good...I'm not gonna last-" 

"Cum for me, JJ-" 

"Not without you." He suddenly rose against you, lips at an attack to your breast while he continued to loft and slam you onto you. 

"Cum with me-" He reiterated, breathlessly and in a near whimper, as his thumb came to your clit. 

"I love making you moan, its the sexiest thing I've ever heard..." You threw your head back, his lips now exchanged between your neck and your chest as you became a vice around his cock. 

"Gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?" 

"Ye-yes JJ...I'm...so...cl-close!" You struggled to speak, maintaining your ride over him in the process. 

"Me too baby...You're squeezing me so tight...oh fuck-" He rolled up into you, sharp thrusts and pull of ymthe back of your neck locking you in place acting as permission for your body to release once more against him. 

"Cum...please baby...cum for me..." 

"JJ!" In the same way you pleaded his name, he had echoed yours, the ribbons of his release now within you in commitment of his desire for you. 

"Shit..." He spoke with exhaustion, falling exhausted at your side. 

"Yeah..." 

"Why in the hell didn't we do that before?" He teased as you gave him an "Are you serious" expression. He smirked before pulling you against his chest, a soft kiss to your forehead validating hie this was mkre rhan sex. It was compassion, friendship blossomed into desire. But as the warmth of his embrace was appreciated, he would then threaten this as he moved to collect his clothes. 

"Where are you going?" You whined behind a smirk. 

"You need to get some sleep..." 

"But..." You now moved to your knees, matching his height due to the bed. 

"We still have a few hours...And...I want to feel you in every way you're willing to have me." His brow cocked. 

"Really?" You nodded. 

"We have a lot of time to make up for, JJ..." He pulled you in for a kiss, dominant grip within your hair. 

"Then get on all fours, baby...I'm not going easy on you this time..." 

The pounding of his body raging within you was understandable and yet still an understatement for the desire he felt for you. Bringing you both to another set of orgasms in which you were both left shaking, you found peace in each others arms once again, exhausted to the point of borderline narcolepsy. 

"Stay..." You whispered in his attempt to withdraw from you. 

"Always…” He agreed, drifting off to sleep at your back, giving you one hell of a graduation present in the form of his confession...

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[finn-m-corvex]

Jaya Week 2023 Day 7: Forever

This has been a long time coming! It took quite a bit of working (and reworking, and re-reworking) to get this one ready, but it's finally here. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it. Happy Jaya Week everyone!!!

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Forever had always been a strange word to her.

No concept could ever truly be infinite, right? Even things that humankind defined as symbolically never having an end, like the ocean or the sky or even time itself; all of those things would come to an end. You would eventually reach the bottom of the sea, and there was always going to be a point in the sky where you would never be able to go any higher. Time was a construction of humanity’s own design in Nya’s opinion; if we had never named it, then nothing would know that it existed.

Which is why Nya thought it was silly that people thought love was eternal; that its depths were truly endless, that it could never be conquered. If something as vast as the ocean, as free as the sky, as stringent as time could never be eternal, then how could love be forever? How could it never have an end?

Love was fragile. Love was limited. Love was a shackle wrapped up in a neat little bow hidden in a gift box that life handed to you with the most dubious of intent.

And Nya hated it.

She loved her brother, of course, but she had always loved Kai for as long as she could remember. That kind of love she could understand. But how could you ever meet someone and love them so much to ever let them occupy a space like that in your heart? Or an even bigger one?

Then she met Jay Walker, and she and her life philosophy were thrown for several different loop-de-loops.

Jay Walker was a lot of things. Jay Walker was loud. He was brash, he was impulsive, he was rambuctious, and somehow he still had more to his personality under the carefully waxed hood of concealed insecurities and fears. She would only see glimpses of what he kept hidden in the clouds of his head, quick flashes of traits that he (or someone else) had deemed undesirable before they were gone as quick as they had come.

Everyone thought that Jay’s lightning manifested itself in his seemingly motorized mouth, his quick reflexes and the natural speed and grace that flowed with his movements, but Nya always saw more to it than that.

It was in the way his hands would start sparking whenever he was excited, and he would rush to throw his insulating gloves on before he could hurt anyone. It was in the smile that could rival a thousand suns. It was the way he would stim when he was thinking, tapping his fingers or drumming his heel or clapping his hands or swinging his arms back and forth in a pattern that the others barely batted an eye at anymore. Things that normally would’ve driven Nya crazy, and yet somehow whenever she saw it from him, all she could feel was a warm gooey feeling in her chest.

She wasn’t expecting to fall quite as hard as she did, especially for a man like Jay Walker.

But love couldn’t last forever.

Love couldn’t compete with forces of nature like the sea and the sky; it would never be on the same level. If even the perfectionist known as Mother Nature couldn’t produce something that would last forever, was truly endless, how could the scrappy ne’er do wells known only as humanity?

The sky was the first one to fall apart under further scrutiny, if you defined scrutiny as a band of merry pirates that made it their home. Nya watched as the sky fought against the ones who tried to control it, lashing out every way that it could (she knew why it Jay was fighting so hard). The storms Ninjago saw while Jay was captive aboard the pirates’ ships were some of the worst recorded in its history, and all Nya could think was that the ‘endless’ expanse of the heavens was finally caged.

Heaven may not have been able to keep going, but Jay’s love did.

Jay’s love conquered the sky for her, and it was Nya’s first taste of how powerful it might actually be. Maybe it was enough.

“I love you,” he had told her once the whole ordeal was done. It was the first night after they had been dropped off at the billboard, Jay’s wish having undone everything except for their feelings and their scars. He had been looking at her with such earnesty, so much raw emotion that Nya couldn’t resist anymore. She kissed him for the first time since they had fought against the Overlord, her own emotions overflowing just like her element.

And for the first time in her life, Nya let herself get truly lost in the current of her love.

She was taken aback by how much it consumed her once she finally and truly let Jay in. He was like a whirlwind, sweeping her off her feet without a second thought and keeping her on her toes when she finally was set back down. Nya felt like she could do anything when Jay was by her side; that’s how much their love (her love) strengthened her, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the whole wide world. Maybe, just maybe, love could last forever.

That’s what she thought.

Love may have been able to outlast the sky, but it couldn’t outrun the sea.

Her heart was breaking as she saw the love of her life gasping for breath on the cheap couch, fighting for his life. He was pale, large bruises under his eyes from losing sleep over the past night. Nya had done her best to soothe him enough to let him get some rest, but he would only be asleep for an hour or so before the water in his lungs made itself known. She had dried his hair and taken the water from his clothes, but it wouldn’t respond to her call when she beckoned it out of her Yin.

“Nya,” Cole had said, sitting up by Jay’s head. He was cushioning the blue ninja’s head on his leg, “you need to rest. Let me and Zane take over.”

She shook her head, tenderly brushing Jay’s sweaty bangs out of his face from her spot at his side. “I won’t leave him. Not again.”

Cole had only sighed, watching as Jay’s eyes slowly blinked open. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot from the force of his coughing, and Nya could feel her heart squeeze like someone was trying to tear it out of her chest. She shushed him when her Yin tried to talk, instead pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth, and then his forehead, lips lingering.

“Go back to sleep, love,” Nya whispered, shutting her eyes and forcing back the tears that tried to push their way out. “I’m here, I’m here.”

His forehead felt uncomfortably warm, and Nya’s heart sank when she realized that a fever had set in. Jay was getting sicker.

And there was nothing she could do.

There is one thing, she had thought to herself later that day, staring out of the window and into the flood of water outside. But she knew there was no coming back from it if she did it, and she loved him too much to let go.

Jay was worse. They had elevated him on a couple throw pillows to try and help him breathe, but it was barely doing anything to help. Nya was wiping a cool cloth across his forehead, watching as his eyelids twitched and he started to twist his head from side to side. His nightmares had been getting worse too, and Nya hadn’t felt this helpless to stop them since their time in the lighthouse.

She sighed, reaching for his hand and stroking his knuckles with her thumb. When he didn’t settle down she brought the hand to her lips, pressing a kiss against each knuckle and holding his palm to her cheek.

“Breathe,” Nya said softly, her other hand going to hold his elbow when he violently twitched. He was going to hurt himself if he kept this up. “Breathe, Jay. You’re safe, I promise. We’re all here and safe, and everything’s going to be okay.”

Nya had made up her mind. She was going to make it okay, just like he had done for her.

Waiting until everyone was fast asleep was the easy part; the hardest part was letting go.

She was foolish to start believing that anything could last forever.

And that was it. Nya said goodbye one last time as she allowed herself to be swallowed up by the sea, and she could feel the love in the very core of her being, fighting and pleading and begging for her to swim back up to the surface and go back to him.

It wasn’t strong enough. She wasn’t strong enough; for all of Nya’s talk about being independent and leaning on no one but herself, she knew that she wouldn’t have been able to go without him. Jay could make it without her.

Forever was a hidden tragedy, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, because you never knew the end was coming until it was too late to stop it. The sea had won.

Nya blinked, and suddenly she remembered everything while swimming in the deep blue sea after a year forever of floating without a purpose and with no idea of who she had been. A lantern of all things had reawakened her: a light to finally guide her home.

The lighthouse where they had finally rekindled their relationship couldn’t have been farther away. When Nya finally showed up on the shore, staring up the stone stairs before making her way up. Memories washed over her, and she was pulled further and further into the tide as she climbed up and up and up.

“Jay!” Nya had yelled as she burst through the trapdoor. No one was there.

Where was he?

Nya had to find him. And she did.

And of course, because he was Jay Walker and because her brothers were the most stubborn people on the planet, they had broken Ashpeera out of prison and brought her back. She would’ve killed all five of them herself if she hadn’t been so worried to see them immediately getting carted off to wither away in Kryptarium Prison. Nya wouldn’t be Nya if she didn’t take the mech to go and break them out and eventually bring them back to the Samurai X cave for their proper reunion. 

She had been so relieved to finally see them, to hold them and to hug them and press kisses to all of their foreheads and get one back. Cole and Zane’s combined bear hug burst the dam that had been holding all of her tears back, and she could see them soaking into her brothers’ gis as she held them fast. Lloyd and Kai had borderline tackled her, Lloyd as a blubbering mess and Kai pretending like he wasn’t five seconds away from being another one. Nya finally let the sobs free that had been building up in her chest, and she heard as Kai broke down right alongside her.

Kai was warm against her, a familiar heat that she hadn’t felt for so long, and it helped to stave off the feeling of being perpetually soggy that had clung to her since she had come back. Her chest was threatening to explode from the pure love that filled her up to the brim.

But the feelings finally started to overflow when Jay had held her tight, lips pressed into her hair and hands clenched tightly into her gi. She pressed so many kisses into the crook of his neck, feeling his tears running down his cheeks as she rubbed between his shoulder blades. 

Pulling back to rest her forehead against his, Nya’s hands travelled across his shoulders and neck to cup his face. One of her thumbs was smoothing the skin across his jaw, the other wiping away his tears even though the tracks were replaced only moments later.

Nya was surprised to feel the stubble under her hands, but she couldn’t say that she minded it too much. “Hey, Jay.”

“Hey, Nya,” Jay whispered, tilting his head forward to press a sweet peck against her lips. Nya wanted more, so much more, but they had to reel it in while the others were still here.

Jay closed his eyes. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”

“I know,” Nya closed her eyes too, soaking up the feeling of having her Yin’s arms wrapped around her, as if someone had wrapped a large rubber band over a crumbling vase to keep it together. “I missed you too. I-I’m so sorry-”

“No.” Jay said firmly, and Nya’s heart squeezed when she heard the choked back sob in his voice. “No. No. You have nothing to apologize for. I should be the one telling you sorry, Nya.”

First Master, all of this time and he was still so hard on himself? She shouldn’t be surprised, actually. “I don’t want an apology, honey. I-I want you.”

“And you have me,” Jay sobbed, and he finally let his face crumple. “You have me now and forever.”

“I love you,” Nya’s voice cracked, and she buried her face in his chest. “I love you. I love you so, so much.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.” Nya affirmed, and she was amazed at how sure she was of herself.

His love had conquered the sky. Her love had triumphed over the sea. Maybe together it would be enough to outlast the last pillar of eternal life in nature: time.

Yeah, Nya thought to herself as her family pressed in around her in a loose circle, as Jay kissed her slowly and properly (just the way she liked), we can do that.

We can last forever.

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[snifflesthemouse]

Hmm flying pasta huh? You've given us much food for thought, Mouse. It's all a bit confusing, so I have to use little but of my brain here. But let's see... HnM, and essentially the BRF, is throwing a lot of random, some true some false, stories out there to see what gets the audience engaged. Right?

Trying to list all the random pasta being thrown out lately. As in, all the random disconnected PR tangents out there. Let me know if I'm missing something ..

1. HnM are separating and their marriage is really bad (too.much chatter about this, makes me think this is not true and very much orchestrated by HnM themselves to further their joint victim narrative)

2. The car chase

3. Random awards for Meghan and her humanitarian work

4. Meghan got new agent, WME. She is going solo. My guess is WME was already engaged by Harry for zoom/lecture circuit but it was not official. This is because he has been working with Jill, Serena william's agent for sometime now. Meghan then hired WME the agency via Jill's recommendation.

5. They will not do any more interviews, podcasts, shows about the BRF.

6. Harry and his Visa issue and that court caseim the US (my guess is nothing will happen with that and that Harry already got his O1 Visa renewal this year. It's a 3 years visa that he first got in/around June 2020)

7. Harry and his very many media lawsuits in the UK.

8. Harry maybe is, maybe isn't still a counselor or state. He keeps going back to UK just when his dad is overseas. Once can be a coincidence, but twice??

9. HnM looking for houses in LA

10. HnM selling their montecito mansion. Or renting it out?

11. Harry has a spare room always on hold at a hotel in LA/SF. (Previously this same rumours came out about Meghan but turned out she was shooting for her podcast at the hotel)

12. HnM and their mystery friend whose house address they did not want to disclose in NYC. My guess is that it was Fitzpatrick the hotel guy.

13. Travlyst put a new ad out a few weeks ago. Interesting timing, and my guess is that Travelyst and the CHIMPO gig are somehow related to Harry's visa and tax status. That's why the only time we hear about Travelyst is 2020 and 2023 when his Visa was due.

14. HnM will make a royal feature film for Netflix. My guess, HnM and neyfy will work that into the promotion for The Crown S6, that's the only way HnM will make any money.

15. Charles and Camilla don't like Catherine. That's the weirdest news I have heard lately, and think it's not true at all. Mainly because Catherine is too classy to let a fued with the King and Queen be known publicly within months of their reign.

16. Harry has hired lawyers months back.

This is a very long list and I'm sure I missed some points. I'm just wondering what the purpose for PR salad is... how does it serve HnM other than just keeping them in the news cycle? Where's the money for them in this?

And how does it serve the BRF other than just putting the main players under immense (and unnecessary) scrutiny?

Hello! Thank you for this lovely, thought out and detailed message!! You definitely named a lot of the main PR Pasta stories I was discussing. From what I've read here, you have three main questions:

1. How does this serve H&M?

2. Where is the money in all of this?

3. How does the Flying Pasta Game serve the BRF aside from putting the main players under immense and unneccesary scrutiny?

Let's look at question 1:

If you strip back the sensationalism that is in the press, and you strip back the titles, money, and fame... what do Harry and Meghan really have to offer? Not much. Keeping them in the press, like you mentioned in your question, does keep them relevant. And, we'll discuss why this equates to dollars in a moment. But, think of this. If Meghan and Harry weren't in the press... all their critics would move on. They don't need fans, as they don't have a whole lot of them in truth. They need people to criticize them so they can cash in on those victim interviews. But those have run out.

If you remember, this mouse said way back in the day that eventually MM and H would run out of steam regarding the victim narrative and the BRF. You can't be a victim of someone you aren't even allowed to see. UNLESS... they can use the press to weaponize it and keep this going until something better comes along.

A lot of the time, people give narcs and cons too much credit. They think that these people go out and have detailed master plans, and most times, it is just on the fly, go with the flow kind of things. While there IS ALWAYS a general plan and direction, there isn't a step-by-step, day-by-day list of boxes to check. Most Narcs make it up as they go. And it's that way because information is always changing. One insignificant little point someone says could be something used against them later.

So, to summarize my answer for the first question... ultimately, the press not only keeps them relevant in a fast forgetting world, it also gives them a way to perpetuate the victim narrative. Most importantly, these stories give the powers that be feedback on the general public. You can't read the comments section and see if it's the right time to drop something or do something if you don't have anything written about you.

Question 2: How does that equate to money?

Well, at face value it does not. But, EVERY pap shot and leaked source story probably follows with a favor or payout. The laws in CA are strict. You cannot take the picture of a child and publish it without consent of the parents first. So if you see a picture of their children, and they aren't suing... it is because they can't sue after consent. Like Harry suing PageSix rumors.

Even when they are not getting paid with direct cash for scoops, stories, or pictures from Paps... they are using these stories to garner sympathy and empathy from people with money, planes, houses, beaches, etc. We saw proof of this recently from TB. Tom Bower said that is exactly why everyone marked them as grifters. They keep pushing woe-is-me to get handouts. They also use these stories to create relationships with people to manipulate them. An example of this is how MM used Jessica Mulroney to get into SoHo. If you can relate to someone, you can get them to trust you. If they trust you, you can get them to help you. If they will help you, you can manipulate them later on. It's how cons use emotions to manipulate.

Now to Question 3: How does this serve the BRF aside from creating unneccessary pressures (paraphrasing of course):

I am a firm believer that Daddy never cut Harry completely off. For several reasons aside from the source I have in London. I've posted their actual mortgage docs way back. The mortage, escrow, upkeep, etc... well let's just say the bank put a clause in there where they could rent the property out at any time, and they could do whatever they legally can to recoup that money for the mortgage. It even says if they fail to upkeep maintenance, they will come in and keep it up and then bill them.

While most rich and famous trusts are like that, the payments for the property alone are astronomical. Then security. Clothes. Cars. Trips. Appearances. Hair. Makeup, ETC.

It is expensive. And they haven't brought much in to set that off. So who is injecting the gap funds? IMO Daddy is paying for it all.

These stories are serving the BRF at least two-fold. Charles looks like the dad who tried everything. Wills the brother burdened with the crown he didn't ask for, and now little brother is estranged. Insert poor family member of the narcs and cons story here. The second way it serves them is because it keeps everyone focused on this drama instead of the other dramas they could be focusing on. It doesn't matter if the rumors are true... if it takes our attention away from LITERALLY ANY OTHER scandalous senationalist story regarding Andrew, or the suitcases of Cash, or the Rose rumors. Even the lizard rumors (LOL THAT IS A JOKE). Confusion is the goal here.

Another way this serves the BRF is it allows Charles to gauge the public opinion. YouGov polls aren't what they seem. Polling is very skewed. As with the Harkles, this allows for an echo chamber. This allows for Charles to see what his real options are with containment.

Charles is an expert with the Press. He has managed to turn the other woman (IMO the only woman, as he loved her but married for duty) into the Queen. When they wed in 2005, did you expect Queen Camilla? I didn't.

Charles is self-absorbed, and you can see that by how he acts in the shadows. He told his mother he cut Harry off because he wasn't a bank. But yet, there is really no proof he cut anything or anyone off. Just them hoping we all buy it. And I do not.

You do not release something as explosive as Meghan and Harry from the fishbowl unless you have a goal or you have no choice. I've said it before, and I will remind some readers...

I believe the Queen kicked Harry and Meghan out. I believe she made them leave. And I believe that Charles always had it in his mind, that if he had to do it to protect his own hide and reign. I believe he would pay for every kind of story to see how gullible we are all and how we all feel about things.

If you know the masses will forgive surrogacy but not smack-talking a dying lady in her late nineties, you can proceed differently.

Summary:

Q1: H&M use the press to get paid for leaks, pap shots, and mainly to keep themselves relevant. They curate and change themselves to fit the response

Q2: H&M benefit from always being in the news because they can use the victim narrative to manipulate and grift their targeted people. They probably already have an audience and purpose in mind with every story. Stories are the way cons use and abuse their targets

Q3: The BRF benefits from the Flying Pasta Stories because it keeps the masses focused on that trainwreck instead of other issues. They benefit from using the narrative to garner their own empathy. They benefit by seeing how the public will respond to potential decisions, too.

At the end of the day, I cannot believe that Harry and Meghan can afford everything they claim they are doing. And when I got contacted from a London source, I started to see things from a different perspective. When some of the things I was told came true, well... I started to change my whole outlook. It all boils down to data analysis. All of this provides data, and it allows them to manipulate people with the stories on both sides.

When I was in active conman mode, I would often just post stories on my social media so that my friends and family would see them. Say I knew one friend just got paid and they lost their mom to cancer... I would make up some nonsense to use that connection to pull on their heartstrings to get their money. I did it in all kinds of ways. I am ashamed of the things I used to do, and it is why I try to expose it when I see it now. This holds me to account in my own way. That's why I see things the way I do. I see what I used to do right there in the news all the time. And it's sad that it's allowed to happen. Because journalism isn't what is was before.

Thanks so much for the question, and I am deeply impressed with your list so far!!

[fromankyra]

Across the Spiderverse and respectability politics

I wrote this a week and a bit ago, when i first watched across the spiderverse

One thing that really struck me when I was watching Across the Spiderverse yesterday was how much Gwen and Miles’ treatment by Miguel feels a lot like respectability politics.

Like, both Gwen and Miles are “weird” spiderpeople. Gwen is the only Gwen Stacy who doesn’t die, and Miles was stung by a spider from a different universe. They’re also spiderpeople who have done something “wrong”, ie, they participated in the plot of spiderverse 1, which Miguel is blaming for the multiverse falling apart.

There’s also the fact that Miles and Gwen both have very strong queer subtext to them. Gwen especially has extremely trans vibes: her colour palette (and that of her universe), the way she acts, and the fact that she’s a woman when the vast majority of people who are, kinda, “her”, are men. With Miles it’s more subtle, and it’s more just the way that coming out as spiderman is presented a lot like coming out as queer (his parents’ worry, the scrutiny over his presumed partner, and a lot of the dialogue). And then, one important aspect of this movie is that Gwen is white, while Miles is Black. 

So anyway, one of the movie’s themes is about belonging. Belonging to a group or a society, what that belonging costs you, and whether that’s worth it (or even possible). The inciting incident of the movie is that Gwen gets accepted into the spider-society, and right from the start it feels like a commentary on respectability politics. 

Gwen’s acceptance into the spider-society is conditional and begrudgingly bestowed. Unlike the tons of other spiderpeople, who seem to be given a membership simply for existing and being a spiderperson, Gwen has to prove her excellence to even get a chance at being a part of this society. We see other spiders have been around for less than a year and are allowed to know about all this, but Gwen’s supposed role in the chaos happening in the multiverse means she’s on thin ice right from the beginning. 

So Gwen has this conditional acceptance as a part of the society, and right from the start she’s told that if she doesn’t toe the line, she’ll get booted out. Not only that, but for her, getting booted out doesn’t just mean going home, it means going somewhere where her only friend died, she’s a wanted criminal, and her father rejected her. She’s constantly kept on this precipice and told that if she doesn’t behave perfectly, she’ll be thrown into the abyss. So she does. She tries so hard, to the point of abandoning and then betraying her friend just so that she gets to keep her sliver of a chance. 

And the worst thing is, it doesn’t even work. After all that, she still gets booted off, made homeless, because she isn’t “good enough”. Because Miles “causing trouble” gives Miguel the exact excuse he needs to go “your kind don’t belong here”. 

Speaking of Miles, where Gwen is caught in this catch-22 of trying to fit in with people who resent her existence, Miles never even gets the chance to try. He’s too different, he’s the “original divergence”, which means that the spider society will never let him belong. This feels a lot like a race allegory, because only a few of the spiderpeople are black (and the two I can think of actually help him escape). He’s not even told there’s a thing he’s being left out of, and the moment he learns, he’s constantly berated for not obeying rules he doesn’t even know exist. Once he learns about the spider society, there’s a token effort to try and make him belong (by letting a black man be killed), but the moment he questions the cost the spiderpeople turn violent. He’s told that he’s worthless, he doesn’t belong, and I have very little doubt that if Miguel had caught him he would have killed him. 

And that all feels a lot like respectability politics to me. If you’re marginal, but close enough to the mainstream, you might be accepted, but you’ll constantly be asked to betray yourself and your peers. Expulsion from the mainstream will be held over your head, and will happen  eventually anyway. 

Meanwhile, if you’re too marginal, and it’s acceptable to shit on you, you won’t even get that chance. You’ll just get fucked over at every turn, and berated for not fitting in, both by the people being violent towards you and your less marginal, more respectable peers. 

And that’s why solidarity is important. That’s why Hobie helps Miles break out, and immediately quits when he’s told to chase after him. If you’re not “right”, you’re an anomaly, or your canon event went wonky, or you’re queer, it’s only a matter of time before society will turn violent towards you. So you may as well look out for people who they’re being violent against already, and question the justifications that you give for that violence. 

#across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse spoilers

[jimblejamblewritings]

the muggle | part 5.

Summary: Y/N L/N just moved to London from America. Everything was new and weird. London had weird food, weird slang, weird ways of driving. But the weirdest were the people. Especially, the ones in strange robes who always had sticks with them.  

Warnings: some smut and a bit of violence

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader, Bill Weasley x muggle!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Bill came back after sundown to see you still in the car. At some point, you had gotten stuck at a paragraph and just fell asleep from thinking without moving. He sent your things back inside and gently lifted you out of the car to carry you into the house. He could feel himself getting angrier. Did anyone check on you, ask if you wanted dinner?

He looked at the table to see it was clear of the stuff you brought. The things were put back into the cardboard box they came in and just sort of thrown into a corner in the living room. So they definitely decided to sit down and have at least one other meal as a family. He still meant it about thinking that you being in Grimmauld alone while Voldemort was on the loose was a bad idea but after stopping him, Bill wasn’t bringing you back to the Burrow again.

Whatever you were working on really made you tired because you barely stirred as Bill changed your clothes. Normally, you’d be up to ask him about work and just be together before bed but the day took a toll on you. Bill got himself cleaned up and changed before slipping into bed next to you. Morning didn’t bring change.

You quietly tiptoed downstairs to avoid waking Bill only to run into both of his parents. Your wave and mumble of good morning was met with halfhearted hellos and eyes narrowed at your barely there pajama shorts that were almost entirely covered by Bill’s shirt. It wasn’t even your fault. You didn’t remember getting changed. Your swooning at realizing that Bill bothered to change your clothes quickly faded under the scrutiny of his parents judging your state of dress. You just took your typewriter and went back to the car.

“Morning,” Bill said when he made it downstairs, expecting to see you at the table.

His jaw ticked at only seeing a bunch of familiar redheads. Hermione and Harry were coming soon and he knew that both of them would be welcomed in like they were every year. Why his family was struggling to be accommodating with you was grating on him. He thought Hermione would have been a stepping stone for them but a muggle born witch who never brought around her parents was very different from a muggle wandering around the house. He barely got his shoes on as he went straight outside.

“You don’t have to come back,” Bill said as he opened the car door. “Just this summer, let me make sure you’re safe from all the Death Eaters and you never have to come back here. Alright, love?”

You nodded. Bill leaned further into the car.

“I’m sorry. Seriously.”

You set the typewriter down, careful not to mess up the pages that had already been finished.

“It’s okay…”

Bill moved to sit in the car with you. He tried to distract you by asking about your dissertation. You had a way of lighting up when trying to explain your stories. He didn’t get everything— like why a Greaser was called a Greaser— but he got enough.

“We should leave them breakfast,” Charlie said.

“Do they even want any?” Ron asked. “Bill left without a plate and (Y/N) didn’t come in for dinner yesterday. Maybe they don’t like to eat a lot.”

“Bill’s mad,” Fred blurted out.

He and George told the others what happened last night. The others didn’t really see where you were trying. You hadn’t done a single thing the way they did, only brought your own muggle or American stuff. Charlie left a breakfast plate after they all cleared the table. You and Bill had left the car to go on a walk around the property before coming back in. He gave a silent thank you to Charlie, already knowing he was the one who left the food, and took the plate upstairs.

You and Bill spent most of your time in the car or in his room. If he wasn’t working morning shifts, he would walk with you to the big pond at the edge of the property and watch the sunrise. Multiple times coming back from work at night, he would find you had fallen asleep while working in the car. The Burrow became tolerable once you learned how to dance around the Weasleys. You and Bill were laying in bed after another night of dinner in his room.

“How are we supposed to have a wedding? With muggles, I mean.” You tapped your fingers on Bill’s shoulder.

“I know you don’t like it but we would probably just have to obliviate them. Alter their memory a bit of a normal wedding.”

You frowned. “I still think that’s a violation.”

“We… there’s not much money for two weddings but we could have a courthouse one? Small, muggle style.”

“I don’t want to waste our money if we don’t really have to. Maybe just invite my parents and grandparents? We’ll tell my friends that we’re saving up for a vow renewal, have a muggle reception then.”

Bill kissed your forehead. “Are you sure? You won’t have many guests that are there for you.”

“As long as my family and you are there, that’s all I need.”

Bill hugged you tighter. “We’ll make it work, love, you should get your wedding too.”

You had started working on your wedding timeline a few days ago. Bill started a wedding jar for savings. It looked funny with his wizard money and your muggle money in the same jar— some American and some British. There was considerably more wizard money in the jar— student visas didn’t exactly let you work long hours at high paying jobs and you weren’t even working for the summer. Part of the timeline wasn’t just about saving up money and planning the wedding but telling your family about magic.

It was only your parents and grandparents— extended family was too risky to share with, no matter how much you loved your aunts and uncles. Still, just revealing the secret to immediate family seemed stressful enough. Bill would have to prove it but didn’t want magic that would freak them out. You needed to find when they would be in the best mindset to accept what you did and not think that you and your fiance had lost your minds.

You took a chance and sat downstairs at the table in the early morning. It was completely silent and empty of anyone, except for a weird looking cat that you were positive you had never seen until right now. Your notebook laid out on the table. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to plan a wedding or continue your story ideas for your dissertation. Both weren’t very appealing at the moment. You decided on the third option of breakfast. The Burrow’s kitchen wasn’t terribly complicated to navigate once you got past all the weird ingredients and some of the magical cooking utensils. One of the spoons began to stir air when you touched it and you spent five minutes trying to get it to stop and go back in the drawer.

Charlie was the first to smell something sweet permeating through the house. He got up, putting on the nearest shirt he could find, and went downstairs. His half-closed eyes opened fully when he saw that it wasn’t his mother in the kitchen.

“Good morning,” he said.

You turned at the voice that you knew wasn’t Bill. “Morning… I’m making pancakes, do you want some?”

“Sounds good.”

Bill came down shortly after. He said a quick hello to his brother and moved to stand behind you as you cooked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kissed at your neck as you flipped pancakes. You almost burned that last pancake as you melted into his touch. Fred and George came down next. It wasn’t missed on anyone’s face when you smiled at seeing them wearing the Whitney Houston shirts. They accepted you cooking breakfast as well. You dropped the large stack of pancakes on the table.

“Woah,” Charlie said as he looked at the stack. “These aren’t our pancakes.”

“You won’t want the other ones after this,” Bill complimented.

“Bill, where’s the syrup?”

“Top shelf, I’ll get it.”

You pointed at the twins’ shirts. “She’s my mom’s favorite artist after Michael Jackson.”

“Is Michael Jackson good?”

“Is MJ good?”

You practically ran to your boombox. They watched you shuffle through the cds and pop one in. You looked over at Bill.

“Do you remember this one?”

You strutted over as “Rock With You” came on. The twins and Charlie watched as Bill held the syrup bottle in one hand and spun you around with the other. Their brother looked so happy as you two danced in their small kitchen and sang along to the lyrics. You both stopped as the song stopped and a new one came on. The boombox played in the background as you all ate— Fred, George, and Charlie were spewing compliments. The other kids came downstairs because of the music.

“Morning,” you said.

They waved back.

“Sorry, kids, I would have made more if I knew everyone was gonna get up early. We kinda ate them all. I’ll make more for y’all next time.”

Ginny grumbled that you should have known they would wake up because of the loud music while Hermione grumbled that they weren’t kids. Ron just complained about missing food as Fred and George taunted that it was delicious. Harry didn’t care. He wasn’t that big a fan of pancakes anyway. He did smile though when you bashfully admitted that you forgot his name. Having someone be so oblivious about the Chosen One made him feel so normal. He moved your notebook as he sat down with his cereal.

“What’s this?”

“The very slow start of wedding plans,” you admitted.

Bill grabbed the book to look. “You just wrote Wedding at the top of the page and our budget.”

“I did say it was a slow start. I still need to split the money before we start looking at anything else.”

“What’s the budget?” Charlie asked.

“Well, we’re saving for a house so if we do a traditional one it’ll be almost eight hundred galleons, two hundred if we go with a small one,” Bill answered.

“It’ll probably be small, not everyone’s gonna be able to take time off and fly here. Even with a lot of notice,” you told him.

“So maybe two to five hundred galleons then?”

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had come downstairs to catch the tail end of the conversation. Molly practically gawked while Arthur just walked past everyone to get food.

“It costs that much for a wedding?” Charlie asked, surprised and suddenly happy he wasn’t seeing anyone.

“It doesn’t need to,” Molly snapped. Arthur nodded in agreement.

“Well,” Bill said between pancake bites. “We’re splitting it in half between two. Muggle wedding first, wizard wedding the next day.”

“But my dad and grandpa want to help with our house and mom and grandma want to take care of my dress so it’ll be less out of pocket for us,” you offered. “We’re just waiting for them to tell us what they can give.”

“You don’t need two weddings,” Arthur said. “I was invited to a wizard-muggle wedding once. Just obliviate the guests and be done.”

Bill shook his head. “I agreed not to, Muggie feels like it’s a violation of her guests. We don’t want to make any of them uncomfortable if we don’t have to.”

Molly snorted. Hermione swallowed her bite of food.

“Obliviate doesn’t hurt anyone. It’ll be easy to make them forget about any magic at the wedding and you can send them home.”

“Bill said it didn’t hurt but it’s a consent thing for me. Even if they say yes, I can’t promise them that only the wedding would be altered in their mind. It creates a sticky situation, just seems sketchy, you know.”

“No, not really,” she muttered under her breath.

“Muggie?” Charlie had picked up on the nickname. “Is that your middle name (Y/N)?”

“Haha, no, just Bill’s name for me.”

Neither you nor Bill offered more of an explanation, leaving it a slightly inside joke between the two of you. Charlie took the plates and washed them since you cooked and also didn’t have magic. You went to the couch after Bill left to go to his job. You decided to take a chance and finish the chapter for your book in the living room. Fred and George sat down next to you.

“We’ve been meaning to ask, how do you know which one of us is which? No one really gets it right all  the time.”

“The details,” you answered.

“What?”

“If you two were book characters, my professors would have said to describe every detail so the readers know who’s who. Fred… Fred Weasley almost always had his mouth fixed in a permanent smile. His big eyes drank in everything around him at once whether looking for his next prank victim or just observing, you would never know. His arms were always crossed but for the reason that he just found it comfortable to stand like that. That’s how I would probably describe you.

“And for George. Hmm, George was the quieter of the two. But why did he need to speak when his brother understood him perfectly? He was more open than Fred, usually standing with a hand tucked in his back pocket. George’s face was more neutral. His eyes pulled you inward because they seemed to stare past what was in front of him, observing the possibilities of things that hadn’t yet happened.”

George smiled. “Bloody hell, can you repeat that? We should get those as little descriptions under our portraits in the store, shouldn’t we, Freddie.”

“Absolutely brilliant.”

Charlie came from the kitchen. “Can you do mine?”

You nodded. “Alright, let’s see… Charlie was as wild as the dragons he worked with. His curly hair sat on top of his head with no direction, part of his eyebrow seemed to be permanently singed off, and his clothes were always haphazardly thrown on. How else could the burly man have any job other than dealing with dragons?”

“I love it.”

They saw a smile on your face that was different from all the others. It wasn’t the small smiles you gave everyone in the morning. It was the smile that had only been shown to Bill so far. They could see how their brother was smitten. Charlie’s face morphed into one of mischief and from what Bill told you, you could suddenly see why he and the twins were the closest in the family. Charlie pointed at you, Fred, and George.

“Front yard, sundown. That’s usually when you finish writing right?”

“Yeah.”

“Perfect.”

You actually managed to finish the chapter that had been giving you trouble for about four days longer than it was meant to. You went outside to find Fred, George, and Charlie. You had no clue what was in store but were excited anyway.

“Fred, give her your wand… (Y/N), have you ever had a duel?”

“I didn’t know people still did that past the Middle Ages.”

Charlie howled in laughter. He directed George to stand behind you. Fred went inside briefly to bring out your boombox and snacks. He looked through all the cds, not knowing a thing about any of them. Fred put to the side all the ones that had boring looking artwork or boring looking names. In the end, he settled back on the MJ cd because he really liked the music.

Bill came back to see three of his brothers and his fiancee outside. He doubled over in laughter as George shouted ‘Stupefy’ from behind you in the best girlish voice he could muster and you mouthed it a few seconds later like a bad delay. Charlie went flying, getting up to shout ‘Expelliarmus’ that you— George— blocked. Bill came jogging over.

“You could teach her proper wand form,” he said as he adjusted your grip so you were holding the wand properly.

Fred piped up from where he was sitting. “She’s been kicking Charlie’s arse.”

“Only because I let her win.”

You peeked out from around Bill. “Or I’m the better duelist… dueler? I’m the better witch.”

George ran over to Charlie, laughing so hard it sounded like he was running out of air. You walked over to Fred, whose mouth was stained blue from the Kool-Aid jammer, and gave him his wand back.

“Break time, I need water. Does anyone want anything?”

They all shook their heads. Bill turned to his brothers after you walked inside. They looked like full on American muggles in their oversized band t-shirts and slouchy jeans. Charlie was tossing Cheez-Its in the air and catching them in his mouth while the twins looked at other cds and tried to figure out what looked like it would sound good.

“Thank you,” Bill said.

“She’s great,” Charlie said. “So, does she cook like that all the time? And does she have a sister? Cousin, friend who makes pancakes?”

Bill just smiled. You came back out with a cup of water and another bottle.

“What’s firewhiskey?”

You didn’t like that they all got quiet. Bill just grabbed the bottle from you and uncorked it. He tilted your head back and poured a bit into your mouth. The boys sounded like a pack of hyenas as they watched your face scrunch up before you started coughing. You shook your head vigorously when Bill asked if you wanted another sip. The cup of water was emptied in two seconds— a sorry excuse for a very delayed chaser. You felt like you could still feel the firewhiskey in the back of your throat. Fred and George jumped up.

“Bloody hell, almost forgot we’ve got to check the store. Make sure no one’s stolen now that all the inventory’s there. You’ll come around right?” Fred asked.

Bill nodded. “We probably won’t make the opening but we’ll be there.”

“Brilliant. Well, nice to meet you (Y/N). See around but it’s best we start sleeping above the shop. All sorts of poachers you know.���

You waved goodbye to the twins. Bill turned to Charlie.

“When do you go back to Romania?”

“Don’t know yet. Not sure how smart it is to leave with You-Know-Who around, war could break out any minute. I wanna help fight when the time comes.”

Bill nodded slowly. Secretly, he hoped Charlie wouldn’t go back until the summer ended so you would have someone here. Once Fred and George opened shop, they probably wouldn’t even be able to stop for lunch very often. And Bill was grateful to the boys for trying with you but didn’t exactly count on the rest of his family doing so.

(Part 6)...

#bill weasley x black!reader #bill weasley x reader

[whitleyschn33]

Whitley/Penny for the latest shipping game? :)

What I think works about the ship:

Honestly, I just think that the two would be adorable together. Whitley strikes me as having a very cynical outlook on the world and society, while Penny is very bright and seems eager to learn and experience the world. I know it's a trope, the grumpy one and the sunshine one, but it's a trope for a reason - when done well, it's extremely charming. I love the idea of Whitley just falling head over heels for someone that makes his life and outlook on the world brighter, someone that's technically part of the world of the upper crust of Atlas pulling him out of it to see what lies beyond it, someone that can literally carry him away Superman style for a nighttime flight. On Penny's end, Whitley is again part of the world she's found herself in, but he's also very much separate from it. He's not military like the AceOps and Winter, he's not an elite that she necessarily has to answer to like Jacques or the council, he's just Whitley. I can see her approaching him as Weiss' brother and wanting to see if she can reconnect with her old friends that way, but becoming more intrigued by Whitley himself as they keep getting thrown together at various functions and Atlas events as the two youngest people there (I'm picturing, like, the Atlas equivalent of the kid table at Thanksgiving that Penny can technically leave but absolutely refuses to because she doesn't want to get involved in all the drama at the adult table unless absolutely necessary), Penny finding Whitley's outlook on the state of Atlas and the world different from anyone else's she's talked to before and wanting to learn more about him, slowly developing into a more active relationship as she learns more and more about him and his life.

What season I think they were best in:

Well, the only season where they've actually acknowledged the other was v8 sooo winner by default~ But if we're gonna go by what season would have been rip for a relationship to form, I'd go with v7, as it's the first season where we see Penny having to spend time among the Atlas elite while dealing with her identity struggles, the opinions of everyone else around her, being seen as an object rather than a person (by Jacques himself, no less), and I feel like had she met Whitley, the two could have bonded over that.

How I would get them together in canon:

Assuming "canon" means changing absolutely nothing about the first 8 volumes, just going forward... uhhh, I kinda can't XD But if I could be canon adjacent for a moment, after Penny and Winter have that talk in the halls of Schnee Manor, Penny doesn't really want to go back into the dining room and be under all that scrutiny, so she instead starts exploring the halls of the manor, eventually running into Whitley, still trying to get the wine out of his hair. Penny, being the kind person she is, decides to try to help~

How I would get them together in an AU or re-write:

Like I said in the what I think works section, I like the idea of Penny, after becoming the official Protector of Mantle (presumably sometime during V5?), has to attend a lot of Atlas military functions, playing nice with donors and relevant parties, and often finds Whitley when she tries to duck away for a moment of peace. The two of them keep running into each other and talking, and soon get to a point where Penny starts actively seeking him out as a friend outside of her job, a chance to get away from all that and just be Penny the way she did with Ruby, and Whitley is just Whitley, not the heir to the SDC or mini-Jacques. I really like the idea of her just flying up to his bedroom window and the two talking for hours about anything and everything, or Penny stealing him away a la Superman or Aladdin carpet ride to fly around Atlas. I guess I really just like the idea of the two of them being escapes for each other, chances to leave what plagues them behind and be themselves and free.

What struggles I think they’d have to work through:

Uh, probably quite a few. Whitley isn't fond of huntsmen, and while Penny is technically in the military, she did attend an academy and her first friends are all huntresses. There's also Penny's relationships with Winter and Ironwood that I feel could be a sore point for Whitley, and of course just the general outlook Whitley's going to have on the military, Mantle, the embargo, all of that. While earlier I said Penny would probably be intrigued by getting such a different viewpoint and have a lot to consider on certain points, I have no doubt she'd also disagree with a lot of it, and I can many, many conversations and arguments/debates coming out of that.

Some songs that I can connect to this ship:

Drops of Jupiter by Train is my go-to when it comes to this ship, but I also like Tiny Light by Akari Kitou.

Do I think they’d stay together: I could see it going either way. On one hand, I think that they can both put the effort into working through their differences and making it work, and both of them having the drive to at try and repair any damages, but on the other hand, I could also see Penny's work and their different values becoming too big to fully resolve. I think it would really just depend on what the future would bring for Penny and how open Whitley is to new ideas and re-evaluation (which judging from canon, I'd say very, but I also feel like he could dig his heels in on the wrong issues).

How I personally feel about this ship: As you can clearly tell, I love it ^-^ Penny and Whitley are definitely in my top 5 RWBY characters, and I honestly just think the two would be incredibly cute together.

#ask reply #rwby #ask game #whitely schnee #penny polendina #shipping #broken machines #beta testing #whitley schnee x penny polendina

[septembersghost]

Sometimes I think harry's explanation on fine line(having s*x and feeling sad) suits hs1 better simply because that's all the album is about. I always think about his 2015-16 and I can't imagine it being any other way. Like I think 2015 was his worst year . First taylor left him and showed up with her bf 3 months after leaving him. Then zayn left the band and he definitely hated(atleast resented zayn for that) . He was snarky everytime zayn was brought up. I also felt like the boys also isolated him and blamed him for z.In some bts there was ot3 standing close then there was.......harry. If louis blamed harry in 2019 for breaking band we can imagine how he behaved in 15. on top there was Robin's cancer. So he had a lot to deal with and he was only 21-22. I genuinely don't think I'll be able to go through all that unscathed. So he didn't have a silver lining to look for in that stage and he used sex as a defence mechanism. Taylor left him when he had a bit more less-messy life I don't think hs1 would be this sad and maybe would've been more positive. I felt like tay left him when he desperately needed someone in his life who truly understands him as a support system. While he wrote it as a heartbreak album there is a lot of underlying issues in it. While he asks 'take the pain away' he is not just talking about Taylor. He is talking about everything in his life. I think Olivia perfectly describes how much he needed her companionship at that moment of his life.

that explanation of fine line is so inaccurate, and i think he said that to try and conceal some of its heartbreak/darkness/vulnerability, but it does the record a bit of a disservice. it's much more than that. i do agree that description is more fitting for HS1, though he does tackle some of that in a deeper way there as well.

idk that i'd characterize his response to zayn as hating him, but he definitely was upset/annoyed and played that off with snarky humor. i'd imagine it also frustrated him that zayn expressed some dismissal of the band as a whole, since harry has always openly been very proud of their music and what they achieved and created, but naturally the two of them had disparate experiences and walked away with individual feelings. i haven't necessarily picked up on the other boys blaming him (although i have seen commentary about h being blamed for the "hiatus" and some of the resentment that went along with that, whether unfounded or not), but that could be due to seeing things in hindsight rather than as they happened. (niall and harry seem quite close to me in press for mitam!)

agree that was a very difficult and tumultuous time for him, and it's easy to forget he was still SO young. there's real grief tucked away on a lot of HS1, and masking that with sex is not at all uncommon. the sorrow and feeling of not knowing how to handle everything is probably clearest in ever since new york, especially since he's said that it's about that specific loss, but shades of it and that uncertainty and hurt show up in ftdt/mmith and even two ghosts as well.

keeping in mind she was also very unwell and in an escalatingly bad place at this time, it makes additional sense as to why they never found a safe moment to land or an ability to work that out. two young, adrift people just trying to hold on and make it through various terrible storms weren't going to be able to build a lasting foundation.

While he asks 'take the pain away' he is..talking about everything in his life. definitely. fame itself is such a monster to deal with and to survive, and to be thrown headfirst into that as a teenager and try to surface and cope with early adulthood and finding your sense of self and experiencing such formative events...the trade-off of success and money or whatever for sharing your creativity and talent being that intrusive, incessant fame is nightmarish to consider. the entire concept of scrutiny on that level fills me with dread tbh. and it's been challenging and hard from the advent of popular celebrity, we've seen its destruction on so many people, sadly. it's incredible anyone survives it with their minds and hearts intact at all.

#and as i say every time we then are complicit in it when we discuss it even though it's all public record #that idea that if it's in a song or an interview it's 'fair game' is true to an extent but also. complicated. #i try to be really careful broaching it #thinking about this a lot lately reading stuff about ep too and knowing what i do about mm and so on... #the stories ALWAYS have heavy and sad similarities #and the double edged sword being that they need us (the audience) to thrive and *be* successful with their art #but we also end up adding to certain pressures and noise and taking things too #or as my friend said last night we scavenge from them even when we love/respect them and even when that's not our intent #anonymous #letterbox

[gunsli-01]

The logic thrown around in the Milgram fandom is so funny when it comes to voting. This is only the first of the second round of trials. Yet, it's turned into the perfect prelude for the reactionary, tit for tat decision making we'll probably see throughout. The logic being used to break the 50/50 is actually ridiculous. Voting Haruka guilty for any reason that holds even a bit of concern over his safety or others is just setting yourself up to be disappointed.

Even if you just want him to change his fucking behavior neither of the verdicts presented would cause that to happen. Which is still hilarious given most milgram fans will be notorious Fuuta haters and then go we can scorn/shame the prisoners into behaving better. Make it make sense.

To put it bluntly this is quite simply the easiest way to have him be lost. Which would suck cause we wouldn't get his final song but we'd literally be losing nothing narratively since we know exactly what he did and why at this point. Voting him guilty under the weird fucking idea that he'll be restrained enough to not hurt himself if Mu isn't voted innocent is provably a stupid idea.

He'd still have enough freedom under the first level of restraint to injure himself/others. Super funny that this is even a talking point considering we've seen the level of restraint he'd receive implemented on three prisoners already. All of which could still get around fine, with their hands totally free. The only thing that has limited two of the guilty prisoners ability to get around is wounds inflicted on them by Kotoko.

This isn't even speculation it's a fact we've seen them at the beginning of this trial. Fuuta, Amane, and Mahiru we're not restrained to the point of not being able to hurt themselves or others. Even with the first level of restraint being enacted upon Amane she still threatens to take care of Shidou if he keeps providing medical attention. So, it is actively pointless to vote him guilty with this in mind and the people that use this as a reason are either deluding themselves, acting out of ignorance, or willfully being dishonest.

Basing not wanting a 50/50 on an assumption of what it entails. Basing anything off an assumption is a waste of time. Especially when we could just as easily see what the fuck it entails by getting it as early as possible. Then move forward more informed than before. All the logic being used to support a guilty verdict for Haruka quite literally falls apart when looked at with any scrutiny.

Just watch Mu's trial is gonna come up then a lot of people are gonna magically remember the first level of restraint isn't actually all that restraining. Suddenly they're gonna be like we gotta vote her innocent because Haruka remember guys. Oh no, but I really thought the restraint would be more than that swearsies.

I at least had some respect for the guilty verdict logic when I'd wrongfully assumed most voting him guilty said fuck that guys wellbeing I want that different information Es was alluding to. I'd even accept the whole he's gotten far too cocky approach but as it stands now all the reasoning for it I've seen has just been stupid.

#milgram haruka #milgram s2

[demonprincezeldris]

Hi guys!

Kind of a more serious post here. Don't worry it's nothing bad. I'm not quitting or anything like that.

I just want to get this out of the way first and set some rules for both myself and y'all regarding 4KOTA. And don't worry, nobody has crossed this line yet. But I do want to make it clear before it may get crossed.

I don't want to start shipping the characters in 4KOTA, and make posts regarding them doing romantic stuff. There are a lot of people still supporting the NNT manga, and as it's fairly recent, there's going to be a lot of shipping stuff regarding the characters (Lance and Tristan, Percy and Nasiens, Percy and Gawain, etc).

I will admit I made an oopsie in the past where I made an Omegaverse post with 4KOTA, which the AU does have sexual implication. I deleted it promptly, and only focused on the canon side of things, as I do realize that what I did was wrong.

I personally do not feel comfortable making ships out of these characters and glorifying it, especially since I got backlash last time I tried to stray away from canon. Don't get me wrong, I do ship some characters in the series, but I don't want to overdo it, if you know what I'm trying to say. And we always forget that Percy, Anne, Donny, and everyone else are most likely 16 years old. As with MHA and Owl House. These are children. Not demons with 300 years on them and actually looking 18 or something.

I'm not saying that you shouldn't ship them. I mean hell, I used to ship some things for the BNHA fandom. I know that it's all fictional character's but a lot of people are coming back to the series, and with it, a lot more scrutiny.

The main series has died down, with a lot of fans leaving. There won't be as much backlash for who I ship. Especially since it has a decent amount of people who support it. But with this new series, I will most likely get some hot water thrown on me if I start to participate in the hardcore shipping side of things.

Yeah, I don't really know why I went on a tangent there.

Long story short: please do not try and get me to participate in hardcore shipping with the 4KOTA characters. I love the series as much as you do, but for my own safety and sanity I will be staying out of the shipping wars for this series. Unless a canon ship actually pops up.

Thanks for reading!

[f1]

With Ferrari everything seems bigger Sainz defends Scuderia strategy team

Carlos Sainz has thrown his support around Ferrari's strategy team, insisting that too much is being of their mistakes this season, and that no other team in Formula 1 faces the same level of scrutiny. Ferrari have faced criticism for some of their strategy calls this season that have seen them potentially miss out on victories or better results. However, Sainz believes that their mistakes are being overblown, while the positives go ignored. “I think it’s very difficult to generalise about where we should have been more brave or more cautious. I think you would need to pick one by one and analyse them independently,” said Sainz. “I'm pretty sure one by one, every result or every conclusion will be different. For me, it's all about continuous improvement and continuously finding ways to make the right calls at the right time. READ MORE: McLaren confirm testing outings for IndyCar drivers O’Ward and Palou in 2021 car at Barcelona “And there have been a lot of times during the year where we've done the right calls and no one has come to us to say, ‘Oh, you did the right call’ or congratulate us for that. "But on the other hand, when there's been two or three – let's say call them bad calls with hindsight – there's been massive criticism about it." Sainz believes that people are too quick to criticise Ferrari for their mistakes He continued: “And I find that a bit tougher in Ferrari. I feel like when I was in McLaren, or in Toro Rosso or in Renault, when there was a big mistake on strategy no one would come and point it out and criticise you and put you down to earth like as much as they do in Ferrari. And this is a fact that I think everyone can agree with. BEYOND THE GRID: Timo Glock discusses his time in F1, the aftermath of Brazil 2008 and much more “While in Ferrari, everything seems bigger,” Sainz added. “The victory is bigger; the mistake is bigger. And it’s just like that, no? It’s something I'm adapting myself to. And it’s something I need to learn how to react better in the situations. We go back to a factory, and we try to improve it.” Ferrari are now in a battle for second place with Mercedes in the constructors’ standings, with the Silver Arrows now just 35-points behind – and while Sainz admits he is wary of their rivals' Sunday pace, he remains confident his team can beat them. Sainz believes Ferrari have the pace to stay ahead of Mercedes “Am I worried about Mercedes? Worried is not the right word,” said Sainz. “I think we know they're going to be there pretty much in every Sunday, especially Sundays they seem to pick up a lot of pace compared to qualifying and they are always there. “I'm always surprised how in qualifying they can be maybe one second off sometimes and suddenly come race day your engineer comes on the radio, and they tell you the lap times of Lewis and George and it's like sometimes they are even quicker so... we know they're going to be there but I think we can still beat them fair and square.” READ MORE: Ferrari to field Robert Shwartzman in FP1 at Austin via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #‘With Ferrari #everything seems bigger’ – Sainz defends Scuderia strategy team #Formula 1

[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over. 

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