#and by golly did you do it justice

[stinkysam]

Lucifer Morningstar - No fight for you.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “How about a Lucifer/ M. reader where the two have been dating for a while and the reader is good friends with Charlie so he wants to help fight Adam and the exterminators, but Lucifer really doesn’t want the reader to fight because he’s afraid of losing his boyfriend. Perhaps, Lucifer has a bad feeling about the fight and his boyfriend fighting and talks reader out of fighting.” - @riokunova

Reader : you / yours

It's the D-day, the day Adam and the exorcists come to fight at the Hazbin Hotel. And you knew they would be there any minutes now. But you were ready to fight and help your friends.

“Lulu ! I'm going !” You said loudly as you took your coat, putting it on.

“Oka- wait, what ?” Lucifer appeared right in front of you, tapping his cane on the floor to get your attention. “Where are you going ?” He frowned, confused.

“To the fight !” You kissed his cheek and buttoned your coat. “I'll help Charlie and the others.” You smiled innocently.

“What ?” Lucifer clutched his cane. “No ! No no no no no no no no.” He approached you, taking your hands in his. “Definitely not.”

“And why not ?” You try pulling your hands away but Lucifer's grip stops you from doing so.

“Because it's dangerous, my love.” Lucifer smiled, his thumbs gently caressing your skin.

“I know, but you're going too so I won't really be in danger.”

“You can't go, please.” He said, squeezing your hands. “I… I have a bad feeling about you coming.”

“Lucifer. I can take care of my own, and you'll be there so I'll be safe.”

“Less safe than here.”

“Oh, come on, I can fight too !” You tried to let go of his hands but Lucifer stopped you from doing it, again.

“I know, but it's Adam we're talking about, he's stronger than the exorcists, and stronger than he lets out.”

“Then you'll take care of him and I'll take care of the exorcists.” You grinned, squeezing his hands in hope to change his mind.

But it didn't seem to work.

“[Name], please.” He looked into your eyes and it was his turn to hope he'd change your mind. “I love you. And I- I don't want anything to happen to you. I can't risk it.”

You looked at him, unsure of what to say.

“I know you're strong-”

“Then let me fight… I survived the other exterminations, I can survive this.”

“It's different.” He let go of one of your hands to stroke your cheek gently, a small smile on his face. “They'll all be focused on the hotel. And you, if you go.”

He admired your strong sense of justice, wanting to help your friends no matter the dangers. Even if it was against angels or beings stronger than you.

Now you were strong, you could handle exorcists. But he had this gut wrenching feeling that something bad would happen if you went to the fight.

You sighed, leaning against his hand and squeezed his other one.

“If I go, you'll teleport me right back here, right ?”

Lucifer said nothing, looking at you with sad eyes. He hoped he hadn't hurt your feelings.

But if he did, it was a small price to keep your life safe.

You sighed once more and closed your eyes for a few seconds.

“Okay. I'll stay here…” You said and Lucifer smiled gently. He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you.” You replied, smiling back before pecking his lips. “Be safe.”

“I will.” He stroked your cheek again, looking into your eyes lovingly.

You stayed like this for a moment before you cleared your throat.

“I don't mind this in the slightest, but, shouldn't you get going ?” You asked with a small laugh, nudging his nose with yours.

“Oh, golly, yes !” And with a snap of the fingers a portal opened. You could see the hotel and everyone fighting. You wanted to go through it but…

You told Lucifer you wouldn't come.

So you stood there as you watched him walk through it.

“I'll come back to you.” He promised before the portal closed.

So you took off your coat and ran to the sofa, taking your phone out to check the news. Quickly you found a channel that streamed the fight at the hotel and you could watch as Lucifer saved Charlie and fought Adam.

You rolled your eyes at his comment about Lilith and Eve, but a small smile was on your face. At least he was having the upper hand and wasn't in danger.

You continued watching and let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding when Charlie stopped your lover from killing Adam. You knew Lucifer could kill, but you weren't sure killing the First Man would do really good for his conscience. After all, far far in the past, they used to be friends, where Adam named things Lucifer had created, before things went south between Adam and Lilith and then Eve.

But Nifty didn't get the memo as she climbed Adam and stabbed him in the back. Then Lute appeared and took his halo, promising vengeance before flying back to heaven with the other exorcists. And with that the stream ended.

It's after a couple hours that Lucifer teleports back home, rushing to you and taking you in his arms.

“Did you see ?” He asks immediately.

“Yeah.” You kissed his cheek. “A little bit too full of yourself at times, my king.”

He laughed at your comment, squeezing you harder against him with a hum.

“But you were dashing.” Another kiss on his cheek. “Very hot.” You said with a big voice, squishing his cheeks with your hands.

Lucifer could only grin with glee as you peppered his face with kisses.

“But I'm pretty sure I could've come.” You said, stopping your kisses.

“Well, it's too late. Now get back to it.” Lucifer ushered, before looking at you with puppy eyes. “Please ?”

You rolled your eyes but did as asked, kissing his cheeks then his nose, his forehead, his eyelids and then his lips.

Maybe he saved your life, maybe it was just what it was ; a bad feeling.

#male reader #m!reader #lucifer morningstar x male reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer morningstar imagine

[hazbinhappy]

Hello!! I highly doubt you'll see this but I'm really desperate. I haven't seen anything with this idea.

Could you please do a Drag Angel Dust x M!reader? It doesn't matter if you decide to do smut or fluff, either is okay with me!

Have a great rest of your day!

A/N: I see every idea! I actually look at every ask whenever they come in even if I don’t immediately respond to them! Also for future reference: Angel will only be with a masc reader! I’ll write platonically for him too, but romantically it will be masc only :) Also I type EXACTLY how I speak so sorry for the goofy language occasionally. I hope I did you justice! :)

I remember hearing about this! I love seeing Angel in whatever kind of clothing, but I’m a technical person when it comes to things like this (especially since I grew up obsessed with drag shows and I even follow some of the queens still)

Do we mean dressing up feminine or being an actual drag queen? That is what needs to be settled first! But lucky for all I’ll do both :D

Now if he just dresses in feminine clothing I would sure hope so that you don’t have an issue! If anything I feel like you’d go out and buy it for Angel! If your man wants to look all dolled up then by golly he will!

You guys would have so much fun shopping because the whole store is now up for grabs to shop in!

I feel like Angel would love to match so matching galore! (And if you also dress feminine on occasion “twinnnn where have you been”)

BUT! If we mean drag in a drag queen way? Be prepared. Because it is give your all or not all

Angel will kindly heavily suggest volun-tell you to help him with making outfits and styling wigs

This is an artform to not be messed with so if he’s asking for help he’s trusting you a ton! Plus cute bonding activity! If you ignore the arguing about what looks better and how things can physically work

I think most of his themes would actually be candy related or maybe fairytale related but I think he’d also test out some more horror themed outfits

Just a supportive boyfriend of Angel!

Although it does leave you with an empty wallet but, hey you have a full heart!

#hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #angel x reader #angel dust x reader

[finniestoncrane]

May I request a sequel to Walking In On You, except this time, you walk in on him while he's jerking off? I'd love to see their reactions, especially the sweet little subby Riddlers. I bet they'd be really embarrased. 😊

Walking In On Them

Riddler Headcanons eeeeeeesh ok yeah abso-fuckin-lutely you can 💚 original post here also bonus btas!eddie here!! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: masturbation, embarrassment, implied in the request

capullo

oh so no one knocks anymore?

well the least you could do is come over and help him

or just stand there looking good while he finishes up

honestly it won't be long, this is the third time today

NO that's not why he's always so behind on his schemes

shut up, are you going to come jerk him off or not?

dano

he's tossing the nearest object over himself, flinching at the pain

sorry, you shouldn't have to see that, he'll be more... discreet

but uh, could you stop looking at him

because the more you make eye contact

the harder it's going to be to get 'this' to go down

oh don't smile at him, now it's twitching and harder

telltale

if you bring this up to anyone

if you even slightly suggest that this was a thing that happened

and if you even so much as let it pass over your mind again

he will kill you

so wipe it from your memory completely

unless... you're willing to participate...

arkham

absolutely not he was NOT touching himself

pleasures of the flesh are far beyond a mind like his

he was... inspecting something! just... checking up

NO! he doesn't need a second opinion that's- oh...

you are absolutely a voracious little thing, hm?

well, he supposes it wouldn't be the worst thing, to treat you

unburied

like what you see?

well, maybe if you hadn't just walked in here and kept looking

he wouldn't have had to wiggle himself at you to get you to leave

he's got very important business to attend to, as you can tell

it's very stressful being the smartest person in the world

sometimes, a little impromptu stress relief is required

young justice

ah oops oh no sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

please don't look at him, he's getting all stressed

and going red, his cheeks, his neck, his... yeah that's blushing too

did you just lick your lips... oh jeez...

ok there's no need to leave him to it because he's...

...sort of lost control a bit and... do you have tissues?

twojar

fuck... sorry, the moment just... caught him

truth be told, he was thinking about you and then...

one thing led to another, as it tends to

but since you're here now, seems like fate

maybe you want to join him, give him a hand?

or could you possibly have something else on your mind?

gotham

oh gosh, oh dear, oh golly, this is a bit embarrassing

not that there's anything wrong with it! it's completely natural

but he'd much rather maintain his 'cool' exterior

instead of being a bumbling, flustered, blushing dork

which is what he is right now... and always

anyway, he's still holding onto his cock awkwardly... better stop

btaa

hey it's his office he can do what he wants

avert your eyes, please! unless you want him to put on a display

would you like that, huh? take a picture, get a show?

oh... you would?

ok well, how about you come over here and sit down

he'll show you exactly what you want to see

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler #btaa riddler

[howdoesagrapewrites]

GOLLY GOLLY GOSH, I JIST BINGED YOUR YANDERE GAYATRI X PAVITR X READER FICS AND OMG 🤭🤭

It’s so gooddd but I can’t help but wonder what would happen if the reader just didn’t understand love- like totally. This is so entirely spurred on by my own problems and IFHY by Tyler (live laugh love Tyler the creator 🙏) but like just imagine them x a reader who just doesn’t understand love and believes love is just being aggressively possessive and obsessive over someone.

I can just imagine Gayatri, Pavitr and the Reader getting into a heated argument and the reader just flat out says they hate them both with this dead stare- and then they follow it up with telling them both that they love them but now Gayatri and Pavitr realize there’s nothing behind the readers eyes when they say ‘I love you’. It’s not love, it’s straight obsession. Idk I just feel like it’d be an interesting idea for a fic :D

Also your writing is so good! You should totally take up a Career in writing or write a book, I just love how you describe everything!

𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙

Cw: the usual yandere stuff, manipulation, psychological abuse, kinda yandere reader?

Notes: I hope I did this request justice, I rewrote it a lot 😭if you don't like it you can always request it again, I'm really nervous about this because I don't want to disappoint you😿

"I fucking hate you both" the words leave your lips like nothing, like the grocery list, like small talk, like those words didn't carry the weight of the world. Heavy like a rock, and as plain as one, simple combination of five words, from the infinite combinations possible with the 171,476 words recognized in the Oxford dictionary, and the roughly one million words used by english speakers, it took you only five words to unleash hell, to emotionally destroy two people in ways one person cannot calculate or articulate.

You'd been accepting and supporting (you were simply unbothered, however they see it like that) of their unorthodox way to carry the relationship, you had a few "quirks" of your own as well something that they both accepted and loved, so this came as a shock. In Pavitr's mind, you don't mean this, you're simply upset, but his thoughts race back and forth thinking what did the do to upset you, what he did. It couldn't be Gayatri, she's perfect, it has to be him, it's always him, he's the one that puts your lives in danger all the time, it's his fault Gayatri's father almost died, his fault your universe was almost wiped off of existence, and now he has made you upset. In his mind there's no much difference between dying and being forgotten, or worse, even loathed by you, well, maybe there's one. That he'd rather be dead.

But Gayatri is another story, she refuses to accept whatever you meant. Her mother left, you can't leave too, she cannot be alone in this world again, and as if out of self preservation, she's possessive over you, over Pavitr, over your relationship, she's authoritarian but so deeply fragile, wearing her emotions on her sleeve, trying to be calm and collected, however she miserably fails when the scalding hot sentiments make their way from her chest to her mouth. She will trap, fix, change or break anything that is necessary to ensure she's never left alone again, even if "anything" includes your mind.

They stand before you, dumbfounded, with expressions that in less than a second can vary between sadness, anger, disappointment, terror, paranoia, outrage, and probably more, probably that's just the tip of the iceberg.

And all you do is stare, you watch their contorting faces and with the dead silence, it's almost like you can hear the blood pumping through their veins, full of anxiety.

Before they can properly process your statement, you contradict it, to anyone it seems like you're toying with them, like a cat watching its prey agonize. At heart, the cat is innocent, the cat does not posses a moral compass that will tell him to either stop or further the pain of their lizard, the act of torture cannot be sadistic if the perpetrator doesn't find pleasure in it. The vile acts of a creature that lacks malice.

"I love you" and life seems to recover its rightful flow, or it should, they could ignore what you said and take you back just like that, but it doesn't work that way, not when you have two obsessive lovers.

"What do you mean?" Gayatri is distrustful

"That I love you."

Pavitr notices first, notices your blown pupils and lost gaze, no emotion behind those eyes he adores, had it always been that way? Has every "I love you" meant the infinity of the void?

And Gayatri, she always knew, she loved everything that was there to love about you, even if you didn't understand, if she needed to show you the depth of her love through aggression, violence and obsession, she will.

"I love you too" they said at unison.

#atsv x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x gayatri #gayatri x reader #spiderverse pavitr #yandere pavitr #gayatri singh #pavitr headcanons #yandere pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x you

[p-artsypants]

Paint it Black (8) Finding

Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City's crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a correlation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? [Actually, does not contain an OC]

Ao3 | FF.net

Starfire and Black diligently worked in his room. Starfire set up a card table and some chairs. She spread her supplies out and allowed him to use what he wanted. 

Black sang a sad and eerie song, as if it was a jaunty tune, complete with a small smile and little head bobs. “That there, that's not me. I go where I please. I walk through walls, I float down the Liffey. I'm not here.”

Starfire glanced at him, goosebumps prickling up on her skin.

“This isn't happening. I'm not here. I'm not here.”

“Your voice is most soothing. Do you enjoy singing?” 

He looked at her confused. “Singing? Nah, I don’t sing.” 

“But you were just––” 

“Hey, look what I made!” He grinned, and held his project up to his face. It was a mask reminiscent of Robin’s, but instead of plain black, it was colored with crayons and had glitter on it. “Guess who I am? Wah wah wah Justice!” 

The mask went up in embers as Starfire incinerated it with the eye beams. “That was neither flattering, nor amusing.”

“Hey!” He protested, gathering the little pieces left. “I worked hard on that!” 

“Perhaps you should learn the art of, how Jinx would say, ‘reading the room’.” 

Black looked around. “There’s no words in here, though.” 

“I do not like mockery of my friends, especially my Robin.” 

He tilted his head. “Your Robin? Oh! Were you guys a ‘thing’? What are they called, courting buddies?” 

She looked downcast. “No, we were not. We were only good friends.” 

“Then…he’s not really yours then, is he?” 

She scowled at Black. “He had my heart, and still possesses it, wherever he is. Your flagrant disregard of this fact is cruel.” 

He pooched his lips. “Golly Gee, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was only trying to understand.” 

“To put it in a way, he was my most trusted friend and advisor. He explained many things to me when I did not understand.”  

“Like you’re doing for me?”

“I suppose you are correct. Your amnesia has put me in a place I was dependent on before.” She huffed, still upset. “I would prefer if we did not speak of Robin. It hurts my heart.” 

“Okay okay,” he rolled his eyes. 

“Star,” Cyborg called from the communicator. “Gizmo just arrived with the last video. Wanna see?” 

“I do not know if I want to see it, but I need to. I shall be there momentarily.” 

Black watched as she rose from the table. “Where ya going?”

“There has been…a break in the case with Robin. I am going to the ops room. Would you like to come?”

“Nah. I’m gonna keep working.” 

All the better, Starfire thought bitterly. She was trying to be forgiving and friendly with Black, but knowledge of his deeds and seeing his actions in person made it hard. 

Yes, he needed help, but perhaps the Titans were not the ones that should give it to him. 

Starfire entered the ops room, spying Gizmo sitting on the couch with a soda. A Dr. Pepper. Those were Robin’s.

But she just silently took her place. 

“Okay,” Raven acknowledged. “Where’s Black?”

“In his room,” Starfire said shortly. “He has hurt my feelings, and so I will leave him to his business.” 

“Black? You mean the weird goth wannabe superhero we talked about last time? He lives here now?! Of course, what am I saying! You fart knockers take in whatever stray ‘hero’ you can find.” 

“Is that not what the Hive does with villains?” Raven quirked a brow.

“UH. The HIVE is a school for supervillains. Totally different thing!” 

“Sure, Gizmo.” 

Beast Boy shifted into a cat once more and sat beside Star, knowing she appreciated the comfort he gave. 

“Y’all ready?” 

“The first two seconds got trimmed,” Gizmo explained. “That’s where the corruption was. The rest looked like it worked fine, but I only scrubbed it.” 

“Thank you Gizmo,” Starfire said softly.

“Oh…yeah. Don’t mention it.” 

When the video started, the camera was at an odd angle, mostly aimed at the ceiling, but they could see the top of the wall, and the underside of a face. The left side. Black hair, still the same gaunt cheeks and dark veins that stood out on his skin. 

“Shall we start?...Just like we practiced…what did we practice for?...Because we’re sending it to our friends, stupid!” 

“He’s…talking to himself,” Raven grimaced. 

“I do not understand,” Starfire breathed. “That is Robin’s voice, and that is his face…but it is not.” 

“So is it Robin or not?” Gizmo asked. “It’s one or the other!” 

“I won't run away no more, I promise,” Robin’s chilling voice sang.

“There is something very wrong with him,” Starfire explained. “Some of the words he speaks, it is like a different person.” 

“Like a person talking with a puppet,” Raven agreed.  

“Even when I get bored, I promise. Even when you lock me out, I promise. I say my prayers every night, I promise.” There was heavy sorrow lacing his words, but he giggled at the end. “Yes, yes, that was good. They’ll like that!...You remember the next one?...Of course!” He tottled away from the camera, the top of his head coming into view every few frames or so. He was dancing. “I resent you calling. I resent your voice. I resent that I don't have a choice.” He was really getting into the song, and singing loudly and proudly. Not all the notes were right, but he had joy in his voice. “And yes I am! Yes I am!” He backed up, the back of his head and shoulders in view. He was wearing a hospital gown, so the skin of his back was exposed, and covered in marks.

Beast Boy shifted back into a boy, and stared at the video. He already had the first part of the message figured out. 

“I think I've told you once, I think I needed advice. You were such a help, that's very nice. I think I've been here before…Yes I've been here before. But this time I kick down your door!” That last note was outrageously sour as he dissolved into playing the air guitar, complete with singing the notes he was pretending to play, “WWEEEE WWAANN WWAAAAHHH!” Then he started laughing as he dropped his arms. The laughter faded until he was just standing there. 

“That was excessive…oh lighten up, would you? We sang it! We rocked it!...it doesn’t have to be a good performance…Why are you like this?...because you’re a massive doo-doo head and no one likes you!” He chuckled, before his shoulders dropped. “Okay,” he turned partially toward the camera. “Last one. Make it count.”

He started bobbing his head as he closed his eyes. His voice was soft, slightly seductive. “Troubled words of a troubled mind, I try to understand what is eating you. I try to stay awake, but it's 58 hours since that I last slept with you.” He started bouncing on his feet. “What are we coming to? I just don't know anymore. Blame it on the black star! Blame it on the falling sky! Blame it on the satellite that beams me home…” 

Beast Boy let out a gasp of horror, “dude…” 

“What?!” 

He didn’t answer, just continued to watch it all unfold. 

Robin was moving in a slow sway, his arms up. “I get on the train and I just stand about, now that I don't think of you. I keep falling over, I keep passing out when I see a face like you. What am I coming to? I'm gonna melt down…” 

He started air guitaring again, putting his whole body into the song. “Blame it on the black star! Blame it on the falling sky! Blame it on the satellite that beams me home!” He threw his arms out to the side and screamed the last two lines. “This is killing me! This is killing me!” 

The door on the other end of the room opened, but the group could only hear it. 

“Having fun?” Said a new voice. 

“Oh a lot! So so much!” 

“I think you’re ready to graduate, Patient 8.” 

“Yes! I knew it!” He whipped around towards the camera, fiddling with it to turn it off, but before the video ended, they all got a perfect shot of his face. Wild eyes, a meaty smile, and a horrible, bloody wound that tore through his right cheek, shoddily stitched and weeping. 

When the footage went black, no one could move. No one breathed. 

“BB…?” Cyborg asked in a tiny voice. “Did you get…?” 

“Yeah,” Beast Boy breathed. “I Promise…Yes I am…Black Star.” 

The door to the ops room swooshed open, and they all turned to look.

Black stood in the doorway, wearing another crudely made mask. “Hey guys, guess who I am?!”

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A playlist of all the songs sung in this fic is available here. *Mickey Mouse Voice* It's a secret clue that will help us later!

#fanfiction #teen titans #tt animated series #robin #starfire #robstar #dick grayson #dickkory #koriand'r #kori anders #paint it black

[meowydoe]

(3/4) Details I remember from when I saw Ride the Cyclone

I can remember all these details with having only seen the production twice, yet I cannot remember to do my homework. Ever. Anyways.

Constance dancing on Ricky.. y’all know what I mean by that right..

DEAR LORD THE COSTUME. OH MY GOLLY GEE. First off, shiny hat, shoes, sunglasses, bro was swagged out. Second, a gold/orange full bodysuit which had holes in it that you could see through. He was wearing a hot pink thong?? (Don’t think I’m weird for looking, it’s kinda hard not to notice when there’s, idk, a ping-pong ball stuffed in it. KEEP IN MIND I WAS WATCHING THIS WITH BOTH PARENTS.)

Not to mention, he turned around so now I’m one of the few people to be able to say I saw Ricky Potts’ booty cheeks. ..it was an awkward ride home that night.

Forgot to mention this is part 2 but for some reason the big main thing I remember from this production, the thing that makes me think of it when I hear it, is the song from Ricky’s intro. Like, the beep-boop version of Karnak’s Theme. I think they just played it really loud or something because I significantly remember it.

Anyways, JANE DOE TIME BBY

Jane Doe stayed in the back in front of the curtain the entire time, but the others had flashlights and stuff and they got really close to the audience because there were lights underneath them that made them look very eerie. It was a vibe

And, probably what most of the people seeing these has been waiting to hear, she flew! Not upside down, it takes a while to be able to do that, and the actors only had a short amount of time to rehearse everything along with getting ready for their next show after this one, but SHE FLEW!!!

Jane Doe had a headband with a comically small crown on it for TNBS it was so cute

She also leaned over and tried to bite the cupcake out of Constance’s hand. Ricky interrupting Ocean to say “4!” during the creation of TNBS

A flask instead of a bottle being used for the vodka scene

Speaking of which, at the end of it, Mischa was standing on the actual floor while Noel was on this wooden thing that was surrounding the turntable, and then he jumped on Mischa. Made me giggle a bit because I hadn’t expected it AT ALL

Forgive me but there is going to be a fourth part, I must muster up all the info my brain has stored for the next part. I NEED to do this Constance justice because she was my favorite from that production, my favorite Constance over all, and one of the reasons I love Constance so much now (and also why I kinda wanna play her one day, I NEED to serve Constance the same justice that Phoenix Morton did with her interpretation)

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #constance blackwood #jane doe rtc

[saucymincks]

The Kosher Meat Boycott of 1902

Everyone knows about the kosher meat boycott from the early 1900s right?

No?

Okay I can't possibly do the whole history justice because I'm still researching it, so I encourage you to go look for more info when you have a chance, but the gist of it is that a bunch of rich dudes who were literally a BEEF TRUST (BEEF TRUST can you IMAGINE your job title being BEEF TRUST) decided "hey we don't have enough money, somehow, so let's hike the price of kosher meat by an absolutely absurd amount"

The absurd amount was going from 12 cents a pound to 18 cents. Now, I'm gay, so I can't do math, but that's a pretty significant hike all at once.

This is a dick move for like eleventy million reasons. Obviously because oh my god no you do not need to be richer are you kidding me. Also because hey hiking the price of food when you don't have to absolutely sucks and you shouldn't do it. EXTRA also because observant Jews can't just be like "oh looks like kosher beef is out of our price range, let's just grab something else". Jews who keep kosher literally cannot knowingly eat something that is not kosher unless it is literal life or death. By pricing people out of meat entirely, it completely fucked up meals for so many families.

Remember, this was 1902. It's not like people could easily access, like, vegan alternatives for stuff. This isn't a "just use some tofu" situation. People who were priced out of kosher meat were being priced out of all the nutritional benefits that meat provides. These were families of hard workers, with elderly relatives, with little kids, suddenly unable to access a very important part of their diet. It was a big deal.

So what happened?

Well, have you ever pissed off a Jewish woman who needed to feed her family? Probably not, because you have lived to tell the tale.

Jewish mothers, Jewish housewives, Jewish women workers - they said "fuck this" and boycotted. Protested. They broke windows, they threw meat, they started fired, they made home visits to make sure no one was secretly buying kosher meat. These women absolutely did not fuck around. They DEMANDED a fair price for an essential part of their lives, and by golly, quite a bunch of them got arrested in the process of making that demand.

Three weeks after the protests began, the price was lowered by four cents a pound. Frustratingly, prices would later rise again, but still. There was success. So much so that this boycott was basically used as a blueprint for a lot of other protests in the future, including the 1909 shirtwaist strike. And it was a bunch of thirtysomething housewives doing this! That is so fucking cool!

Anyway I just feel like this is a neat little bit of history that more of us should know about!

#jewish history #judaism #history #kosher meat boycott #jewish women #jewish

[alaanz]

OOOMMMMMGGGGGG. No words. Actually many words which is why I’m writing this. There was so much development in this ep and I’m realllyyyy glad we got to learn more about akk and finally see the reasons why he has so much drive to be head prefect.

Akk took one look at the head prefect boy and being like ‘he looks so cool I want to be him!’ Like Akk, you ain’t convincing me with that. I’ve had the same thoughts, and not to project onto him,but my guy those are the thoughts of when u find them attractive but haven’t quite realised that’s what that is yet.

Ayan finally learning that akk is a scholarship student and doesn’t come from the wealthy background he does was an amazing moment and I love that he gets to see more about akk as a person.

Kan and thua continue to bleed my heart dry. There’s so much to these characters and getting to see these vulnerable parts of them makes the show so so so interesting and enjoyable to be. Not kan making a fake account so he can talk to Thua. I adore them both and this just makes me want to hug them sm.

Wat is another one that I love. Little cinema boy that just wants to make indie films. I’m loving his side story and really hope they do it the justice it deserves. The happiness on his face at Sani (beautiful queen) telling him he doesn’t have to do everything people expect of him. I hope we get to see him make amazing movies.

Now for the most shocking moment in my opinion. I can’t talk for anyone else, but for me, I had NO idea that Akk was the one doing the curses! I was fully convinced it was gonna be Namo. But honestly after thinking about it. I love that it’s akk tho. It just adds another really interesting layer to his character that we get to discover. I’m so intrigued on what the hell is going on with this curse stuff. How did it come about and why is akk the one that has to pretend to be the curse. The audible gasp tho as it panned up to akks face. Jaw on the floor and had to take a second to recover. Each ep continues to make to more and more invested.

Now for the preview for ep 6. By golly is this a doozy. Have been waiting for this beach confrontation to happen and it’s finally here. It’s gonna be so so angsty and I’m honestly here for it. We’re finally gonna get to see both akk and ayan expose who they are to each other to see and judge and learn from it. AKK CRYING! Nah I don’t think I’m going to be able to survive this one when it comes out. And akk comforting ayan while (it looks like) he’s having a nightmare. Ep 6 might be the last one before the eclipse finally breaks me. And if so, it’s been a good ride.

#the eclipse #the eclipse the series #the eclipse ep5 #thai bl #akk x ayan #khan x thua

[cristianova]

where: by rory’s memorial photobooth what: cristiano is pedaling art. sssssshhh don’t tell the archers! open!

Cristiano had a bad habit of doing everything except partying at these town events. But could you blame him? The Candy Girl was gone…but Cris didn’t know if his public source of income and childhood safe space both burning down in one fail swoop was a fair trade off. So he was coping by doing what he did best: making art out of chaos. Well...making money out of art out of chaos. He didn’t exactly ask Audrina or the Archers if he could vend at the event...but since his mother owned one of the businesses affected by the fires...he figured they might let it slide. In reality, Cris didn’t need the money. But he sure as hell needed an alibi for the things he could afford with his secret Hargrove cash stash now that he didn’t have Cherie’s as a cover. Near Rory’s memorial photobooth sat Cris, a caricature easel, an authentic old can as a tip jar, and a fuckton of art supplies that he didn’t exactly sneak in. He had just handed another couple their picture when a familiar face stepped up to him. “Golly. You look amazing tonight. I don’t know if that photobooth can truly do you justice. But by george, I think I sure can. Your choice beautiful, man or machine.” He teased, reciting his script sarcastically. 

#cusastart #i want to punch him

[benitothe3rd]

Game: PofNR

Unblown Up!

"An Artificer must always have control over the Artifact! Why?" asked the Teacher.

"Because the Artifact is always Dangerous!" responded the Children.

"Correct! Now, tell me, why is Zach being punished?" Father asked again.

"Because he lost control of an Artifact!" my Friends reponded again.

"And finally, what say you of his punishment?" asked the Judge, not truly finished.

"Completely Justified!" responded the unjust Jury.

"Why?" asked the Executioner.

"Because Bombs are the most Dangerous of All!" responded the ravenous Mob.

...

"How long has it been?" I mused out loud.

The cell was cold. No one has visited me since I was put here. Not even Father.

"He is crazy..." I mused again. After all, I'm only 8.

"I wonder what they did with the Bombs," I mused.

"Stop talking," the Guard responded curtly.

What's his problem?

Oh well.

...

A Man walked in, spoke some words to the Guard, and walked up to me.

"Am I being questioned finally?" I asked

"Where did you get the Bombs?" He asked curtly.

"Golly, everyone here is so curt!" I said with a mocked expression, "I found them where you found them."

"Do be smart with me, boy. Why did you plant Bombs under the Courthouse?" He asked.

"I didn't," I responded curtly, "You're really bad at this."

"Oh? How so?" He asked.

"I'll only tell if you give me a deal," I responded.

"I can certainly have them lower your sentence if you tell me the truth," He said.

"That's not good enough," I said, "I want to be taken away from here, somewhere safe."

"I can't promise that," He answered.

"Don't worry, my info is good enough for that," I disputed.

"Then out with it. I don't have all day," He said.

"Promise."

"What?"

"I said, Promise. Promise you'll get me away from here."

The Man pondered for a moment, and then said, "I'm a Man of my Word. I'll have to talk to my Boss first."

"Fine, just be back by tomorrow," I relented.

And then the Man got up and left without another word.

That's a Hunter for you.

...

"Welcome back," I said as the Hunter entered the Jail.

"You have a deal so long as the information you have gets the people you got the Bombs from behind bars," He said promptly.

"Well, it'll certainly do that!" I answered.

"Well?" He asked impatiently.

"Right, Father had us Kids smuggle the Bombs into town for the Gidarob," I replied.

...

The Hunter was aghast.

"What?" He asked softly.

"The Gidarob paid Father to plant the Bombs under the Courthouse in an attempt to remove the Mayor and take over the town," I clarified, "I set one off to get him caught."

"What?" He asked sofly again, dumbfounded.

"That's it. I have nothing else to mention. If you can't tell, I'm not willing to take the fall for this, so be sure to resolve this quickly."

"Understood," the Hunter responded as he got up and left.

It didn't even take an hour for Father and my Friends to find their way in the cell next to mine.

...

"You promised..." Father said.

"I'm a Kid, you really expect me to be a Man of my Word?" I scoffed.

"What do you think you're going to do with out us!? You think you'll survive out there!?"

"I made a deal with the Hunter, I'll be fine!" I responded.

"You'd sell your soul if-!" Father started, infuriated, but stopped and said, "What on Noregresa am I saying! What is to be done!? Everything's ruined!"

"You could try letting Justice run its course for once in this forsaken town."

"Shut it!"

...

After a long silence, the Hunter entered the Jail.

"Zach, you're free to go. Come with me."

"Wonderful!" I said, "Where to?"

"Lucky for you, Boss got you a spot in Punta Island!"

"REALLY!?" I, Father, and my Friends exclaimed.

"Guess this is goodbye, Father!"

...

As we left the Jail and towards the Courthouse, the Hunter turned to me and asked, "Why does everyone call him Father?"

"Because he's a father to the Orphans, duh," I replied.

"If he's done so much for you, why betray him?"

I've never kept my Word.

...

I awoke from my dream to the image of a blood drenched Erika.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Oh, you're awake! Wonderful! Lucky for you, you're about to learn what happens when you go back on your Word!"

#PofNR Game #video games #short story

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey isn't hurt, but looks a little nervous speaking to Kara after all that.* No, no I'm fine! Don't worry. You.... Sure look like you had fun. I don't blame you. We both really cared about someone and lost them but golly... I can only imagine how hard that'd be to experience twice.

Hey, why don't you think Layer's soul bullets did anything? I would say maybe it's because it only works for people who deserve the pain of justice, but by that logic we still deserve it so it should have worked.

(???)"Justice? Come on you know bullets couldn't penetrate the most stubborn guy on earth. I don't know who'd deserve it. After all, justice is blind."

(Kara) "*Readies sword* Who said that?"

(???) "I froze their bullets. They are really weird when frozen. Guess who I am."

(Kara) "Are you Noelle? But you just died and..."

(???) "I'm not Noelle silly. In fact, I remember not being there when the fountain showed up. Yes, I'm Dess."

(Kara) "How did you."

(Dess) "You really think that the cavern wasn't a portal? I was told that I'm allowed to do what I want as long as I can be in a few games."

(Kara) "Which games?"

(Dess) "*Laughs* No spoilers. What a pity, my own sister had to die. It's okay, I knew revenge would come sweeter than Noelle herself."

(Kara) "*Starts crying with happiness* I thought you were dead. *Snif*. What were you doing all this time? Why didn't you come at any point and time?"

(Dess) "It was in the deal I wouldn't come back. Toby's really nice when you get to know him."

(Kara) "What about that is nice?"

(Dess) "You see I get my own choice of Universe to live in and enjoy and you get your own beautiful adventure. I did miss you a lot though. Glad to see you're doing fine."

(Kara) "Okay... *Kara felt a bit weird and had more questions than answers but if Dess was here they were happy* can I see your universe?"

(Dess) "Sure follow me."

Inside was an average universe. It was overground luckily, everyone seemed pretty happy. I saw a sign that said, "Britain's best tea." I guess I know where I am now. You know Britain is about what I've expected and I refuse to elaborate to offend any of you Brits. A new world familiar and different.

(Kara) "Hey, Flowey how do you feel about this place?"

#undertale #the white soul #kara #underplayer #flowey #ask flowey #noelle holiday #dess holiday #It took me 2 years to find out Dess was short for December #I've been waiting to show this character #Strap in #And Flowey #Also even if you're not Flowey and just some rando you can ask too #Always appreciate you all

[dbunicorn]

Indians use the word terrorist so freely in the news.

But as jaishankar said. I could be wrong.

I have no ideological agenda except the rule of law, and the safety of my family, a prosperous future for the children of the world.

Some counter arguments.

Golly that looks like an epic human rights abuse.it must be my bias towards justice. Rule of law

I just flew through Doha. On Qatar airways. Oddly enough. Such a shiny new airport. 🙏

Rule of law and the truth. Not ideological pettiness. Put on your big boy pants.

Infosys sounds so familiar.....I guess you were giving out calendars somewhere.

I still don't feel comfortable calling it financial terrorism it must be my ideological belief in the truth.

Collapse is just as likely as your delusional sense of grandeur. Punjabis represent less than. 2 percent of your population yet have always, historically had an outsized role in your military. 8-12% currently if I remember correctly. People want to live in peace. End of story.

#india #tit for tat #foreign affairs #foreign policy #sikhs #Youtube

[shimbongulus]

so i wrote a crackfic

Did you ever want to read a fic where Asgore befriends Heavy from TF2? No? Well, too bad. I wrote it anyway. God knows why. 

Snippet below, you can read the full thing here: 

The big Russian grinned at the warmth of the greeting and the power of the handshake. “Good handshake. You are strong! Ha-ha.”

Asgore gave a proud smile at the compliment, “Hoho, well, you’ve got to put some force behind your arm when you’re cutting through roots.”

His manners hadn’t entirely departed him as he backed up slightly, “Please, come in - I was about to make some tea, if that is your style.” The bald man nodded, “Thank you! I love hot tea. Remind me of home.”

Asgore’d made his floor nice and sturdy to withstand the weight of many friends treading within, not least to say his own ponderance, which was lucky given the sheer size of the two men who now tread the living room floor.

Of course, for his own comfort, Asgore had practically mimicked the design of his old house from New Home. There were a few key differences - Asgore lit the fireplace himself now, and included a few new pieces of decor. The big human followed up, nodding at the cozy interior, “Big, comfortable.”

Asgore nodded, “Oh, thank you. Though it’s hardly big , compared to some of the human homes I’ve seen.” His home was a large-ish one-story, hardly a home one would think would belong to a king. “Is yours much smaller?”

The big man nodded as he pulled out one of the chairs at the table, taking a seat within and just managing to fit. “Yes. Made of logs, in Siberia. Keeps out snow. Big enough, but not this big.”

“Golly!” Asgore proclaimed as he put some tea leaves into the strainer of his ceramic teapot, a slight “tink” ringing through the kitchen. “Siberia! I’ve heard it’s quite cold there.”

Heavy nodded quietly as Asgore heated the kettle. He spoke up a moment later, “Need to be strong to survive in place like my home. Cut down tree for fire. Hunt bear for food.”

Somberly and almost understandingly, he added as the kettle whistled, “Sometimes hunt bad men.”

Asgore turned with two cups and the hot kettle of tea. He felt a darkness across his face, and saw an echo of it in Heavy’s. He sat a cup in front of his guest as he began to pour.

“...Ah,” Asgore finished. He wondered - had this human come for… revenge? For justice?

He led, “...Would you say that I am a… bad man?”

The heavy looked across the table into Asgore’s eyes. “I hear what you do. Your actions were bad.”

His bald head shook, “But you not bad man .”

Asgore shrugged, “You say that, but I do not know how much I agree. They were…”

He choked trying to admit it again. He never, ever tried to cover up his mistakes. He never tried to excuse them. But to speak them into existence to anyone who was not a ready and trusted confidant.

#undertale #tf2 #asgore #heavy weapons guy #they're friends your honor #why does this friendship work so well #y'know... asgore IS bi... #asgorexheavyxmedic polycule when?

[rabchunter]

Vale Of Brislington Lodge 1296, they meet in the Keynsham Temple here in the Province of Somerset.

By golly what an absolutely stonking awesome night I had last night as a guest of The VOB.

I was truly honoured to be there amongst awesome Men and Freemasons, mere words or photos just do not do this lodge, it's members or Freemasonry justice.

The 3rd degree ceramony was masterfully lead by the WM my dear friend WBro DG, he set the bar very high indeed, truly a great man to follow, which his entire team did magnificently, even Bro S who was being raised was well drilled in his answers.

A ceremony in Bristol workings to behold that was.

The festive board or after meeting as it's known, the food and wine exquisite, the company exemplary, the toasts and speeches inspirational, the evening jovial and thoroughly enjoyed by one and all.

The Somerset Pirates 🏴‍☠️ were there in good number to which I was honoured be amongst, as with The Adair Club (Light Blues) there too I fill my role as the NW officer.

The fun jovial raffle raised a good deal of money for a local worthy small charity as did the alms.

An absolutely awesome night at The VOB, I am looking forward to going back there on our next Masonic season.

If you would like to know more about becoming a Freemason click on the website link below 👇

www.somersetfreemasons.org

#somerset #somersetfreemason #somersetfreemasonry #somersetfreemasons #theolehedgecreeper #freemasonrysomerset #freemasonrysquared #freemasonryinthecommunity #freemasonry #freemasonrytoday

[risingsouls]

[Omfg rant time.

Bg first: I saw a post on FB that said, "Karma is everwhere" and had four screencaps from the Broly movie of two scenes: first of Paragus killing the Saiyan he took with him to find Broly (Beetz? Was that his name? Or was that one of Bardock's Not Team? Whatever u no who I'm talking about). The second set of panels and scenes was then Frieza killing Paragus to get Broly ro transform.

And you know. I don't disagree with the premise because on the most basic of levels, sure. Karma. But holy fucking shit giving it this vibe of Frieza exacting some cosmic justice on Paragus makes me want to throw everything on my desk through a window. Like I cannot see that as anything other than a selfish mf trying to get what he wants. Yeah, Paragus was fucking shitty but people are really hyping up his death at FRIEZA'S hands as some justice served??? He didn't even DO it because he through Paragus deserved it. He did it to force Broly to get pissed and transform so he would maybe kill Goku and Vegeta. Or maybe just for his own fucking amusement.

This is almost as bad as someone saying that Frieza destroying Planet Vegeta and the Saiyans was karma for them being vicious conquerors. I don't think I've ever seen this take, and it's something my characters have waxed poetic about in my fic, but good grief. Anyone that claims Frieza doled out justice or karma or whatever to ANYONE is whack. Attaching deeper meaning like justice to the shit Frieza does is so damn goofy to me. Frieza is evil for the sake of being evil and that works for him. He doesn't give two shits about what's just or fair unless it has to do with him. I know Super is trying to woobify him but good golly miss Molly. Frieza is evil and self-serving. That's it. Period.]

#.:ooc:. #.:discourse:. #the post just really rubbed me the wrong way #it and the comments was too close to suggesting that frieza did like the right thing or some shit #and i can not #i stand with my saiyans in saying thay maybe on some stupid cosmic level we deserved our fate even though fate and shit is stupid #but to have it exacted by the likes of frieza? miss me.

[thegreatobsesso]

find the word tag x2

Gosh golly geez I just found this in my drafts and I think it’s really old, but I had almost finished the whole thing so IDGAF, I’m posting it! 🤗

Thank you @finch-goes-write for these fun words!: glow, hum, tear, and hold

glow

The cavern was a glittering cathedral of rough rock, the ceiling of it stretching higher than Callie’s light would reach, and she made it bigger and brighter when they crawled through the small entrance and into the main part of it. A beautiful place, he noted, when he could observe it freely, unafraid for his life. The blue-green shimmer of her magic reflected everywhere, off the shiny bits of mineral that covered this place, making him think, ridiculously, of glowworms.

She wasn’t taken in by any such sense of whimsy - she was troubled. “It’s not the same,” she said. “The first time, I reached for it and there was just, this pull. I could feel it.”

[Fun story, this scene is an odd to the most beautiful thing I have ever seen that I could not photograph: the pitch-black depths of a New Zealand cave with absolutely nothing visible except for - you guessed it! - blue-green glowworms. I was on a group tour with a real basic camera so there was no opportunity for a long-exposure shot, and I think even if I could have set one up, it still wouldn’t have done it justice.]

hum

“Riley. It’s Simon Bennett.”

She paused. “Simon.”

“How are you?”

Mmm, Nauxial hummed inside her head. He’s strong.

Of course he couldn’t feel Simon through the telephone line; he was only reacting to Riley’s impression of him, formed long ago. 

tear

“We were making progress in the Extraction classrooms,” Ken said, by way of greeting. “What’s this about?”

“Simon’s got an idea nobody’s thought of yet that’s gonna save the day.”

“We’ve all thought of it,” he corrected Dig, tearing his eyes away from the view of the mountains, through the snow that was finally starting to relent. “Nobody wants to say it.”

[I had a hell of a time deciding whether to use “tear” as a verb or “tear” as the noun. Callie cries over everything. She’d cry if she chipped a nail.]

hold

“No,” she moaned, like a child being told to finish their vegetables. “I don’t want to.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want,” Riley said, making an effort to keep her voice even. “We’re here for a reason, remember?”

Callie’s face crumpled, and she buried her face in her hands. “I can’t, then. Alright? Are you happy now? I can’t hold the shift again, I barely made it in here. It was too hard.”

She blinked. “I thought you said it was easy. Easy as pie, is what you said to me when you let me in.”

“Well, I lied. I do that.”

And also, thanks to @sleepy-night-child for these words :D hand, quiet, other, and close!

hand

She beat the door with the palms of her hands after the shoes were ruined and her feet were too tired, and then she started using her fists. This, this wasn’t even completely their fault, they didn’t know when they put her in here that in her undiluted form she was toxic, that when her layers of paint curled and fell off there was a rotten core. That if they kept her locked up for too long she’d poison the air and die from exposure to herself. They didn’t understand that. They couldn’t.

quiet

Wayland Nickleby of Bellemont Academy arrived a few hours later, right around the time Ash Alvarez of Davenport emerged from her room, looking rested and radiant. Simon made a valiant effort to divide his attention between them, but Ash - well. They got along, and she carried the ocean with her, the aura around her mind as warm as the sun. He could hear the seagulls when he shook her hand.

“Yeah, it’s… quite a place you got here,” Wayland said, only polite words. Dark, he thought, quiet, dead.

It was, compared to Bellemont, the oasis in the desert with its greenhouses and gardens, the sun reflecting through colored glass.

“It’s home,” Adrian replied. “Comfortable, I’m sure you’ll find, and lacking in no luxury.”

other

“Are you ready?” she asked. She didn’t need to speak above a whisper; the silence in the forest was absolute. No wind, no birds, and certainly no other people - perfect stillness.

Peter smiled and shook his head, like he was entertaining a complete lunatic. “I don’t know how to be ready for this,” he laughed.

close

The baby was on his lap, wrapped up in a blanket with giraffes on it. It was a simple and beautiful moment. Rich and their dad were talking about sports or something. Their voices were dreary and inconsequential compared to the light at the end of the sofa.

“Simon?” his dad called from somewhere close and faraway. “Did you hear a word I said?”

“Give him a break, dad,” Rich said, through a mouthful of potato chips. “He’s tripping on baby thoughts.”

“Am not.”

“You’re laughing at the lamp, bro.”

Was he really? He, Simon, was in there somewhere and knew it was just a lamp. But it was also an inexplicable, glowing warm blob of pure wonder too. Just a lamp, and not just a lamp, all at once.

[I always thought telepaths would have weird experiences around babies. Simon loves being near happy babies. When they get upset though, he has to get a bit of distance 😂]

No-obligation tags! (Seriously feel free to ignore, I play so many tag games and I don’t have many tumblr friends!!!! Think of a tag as a “have a nice day buddy” if you want ;D) @diphthongsfordays, @winterandwords, @47crayons, @pandawriterstuff, @rosiewritesandrambles

New words: proof, trial, testify, and liberty :)