#college James mace
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CYM as significant others of Chris Evans characters.
I'm going to cheat, nonnie, and give variations of characters to people. 😂 I'm also likely missing people. Sorry, lovelies! ❤️
Ari Levinson - @flordeamatista
Mob!Ari Levinson - @stargazingfangirl18
Trailer Park!Ari Levinson - @onsunnyside
Steve Rogers - @writing-for-marvel
Nomad Steve Rogers - @labella420
Alpha!Steve Rogers - @biteofcherry
Mob!Steve Rogers - @jtargaryen18
Andy Barber - @georgiapeach30513
College!Andy Barber - @sunshinebuckybarnes
Curtis Everett - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Coal Miner!Curtis Everett - @ghotifishreads
Jake Jensen - @tavners
Best Friend!Jake Jensen - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Ransom Drysdale - @boxofbonesfic
Lloyd Hansen - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Mr. Freezy - @the-iceni-bitch
Frank Adler - @secretswiftymarvelfan
Cole Turner - @maroonsunrise83
James Mace - @sgt-seabass
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I may be missing characters. Love and thanks! ❤️
#navybrat answers#cym#cast your mutuals#chris evans characters#i know i'm missing people#sorry lovelies#sweet nonnie#sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated
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Rogues playing DnD: Classes
I fully admit that this is based on my limited experience of DnD, mainly through season 1 of Vox Machina, The Gamers 2: Dorkness Rising and FrasierDnD Twitter, specifically this. I also used to play The Dark Eye from which I steal aspects. And WoW
for @belphegor1982
Piper: DungeonMaster
He brings them together. They call him a nerd for it, but it sounds like fun so they all join in. But while Piper is the most experienced as of now, he hasn't played since college and wasn't the dungeon master, he isn't 100% in control and improvises a lot. At first he tries to keep them on the story path but learns to relax and let go. He used to have a high level bard in college and frequently uses that character's relatives as npcs.
James: hmmmmm
In the Dark Eye there were classic fae changelings. Fae could take a child and leave a changeling in its wake. And you could then play as the child that was taken which grew up in the fae realm, learn magic and becomes fae-like (If I remember correctly). James would play a character but never actually clarify whether he was the original character or the changeling pretending to be him.
Or I go with my initial answer and say that he roleplays as someone who does not fit into the world of DnD (as I once played a whole quest trying to be Indiana Jones). Half-elf...alledgedly
Mick: Monk....now
Mick's character became a monk later in life and starts as a veteran character (is that a thing in DnD?). Which means that he starts stronger but his character is old. He'd be a Dragonborn because they look badass. He is always super-prepared and carries endless supplies.
Mark: Wizard, elf or human
I hc Mark as someone who likes reading and not just Mark Twain, who was overshadowed by his gifted brother who was into natural sciences. He probably loves fantasy books but never engaged as a teen, wanting to appear tough. He has big ideas but hasn't read the rulebook too closely, just stories and wants to be a wizard who can do everything, mainly throw fireballs at people. Piper has to remind him frequently that he can't do the thing he just announced he was going to do. "I cast Firestorm!" "Do you know the spell?" "No?" "What about your spell slots?" "My what?"
Roscoe: Artificer, human
He sticks to what he knows best so he essentially plays himself. BUT he has read the rulebook twice and has become a rule's lawyer. He often thinks outside of the box but sometimes gets bigged down by what the numbers say are possible and what's a good story. He'd try a peasant railgun.
Lisa: Rogue, tiefling
Skintight leather? Check. Awfully sharp knives? Check. Steal absolutely EVERYTHING? Check. Often gets the party into trouble with her antics. "Can I roll to steal the crown?" "Seeing as its currently on the king's head, he's looking at you and is surrounded by his royal guard....no." She'd play tiefling, sexy as hell.
Digger: Barbarian, half-orc or orc
Digger junior, his character's name, will fight everyone, drink everything and then fight everyone again. He is legendary in bar brawls. His secret goal is to be the brawler like no ever ever was. Fighting's his real test, drinking is his cause. Digger jr is Digger unfiltered which you'd think was impossible.
Len: Druid, elf
He was blackmailed into attending at first (but secretly has fun) and plays a druid, almost exclusively in bear form (assuming that's possible, I' drawing on my WoW knowledge). His favorite trick is making people think he's a regular bear and only reveals himself when it's funny. Has written a couple of bear puns, but is afraid to use them unless he's a little drunk.
Sam: Bard! And a woman!
Charisma, charisma and charisma! He needs everyone to know that he is the most beautiful lady of all the land. And his character doesn't get her hands dirty, she stays outside and keeps inspiring the party. In ideal circumstances anyway, she has mace (an actual mace) when things get tough.
Roy: Warlock, Tiefling.
Roy strives to become an eldritch entity himself, possibly by killing his patron. At least he's not giving up his soul. He draws the most beautiful character portraits between rounds.
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Doesn't Mean They're Lost Forever
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iXEnM9y
by lizziesromanova
An Au set in a Marvel/Aos/Xmen universe where Y/n discovers that there have been unknown guests living in her house... and she's now determined to make everything okay for them.
Words: 16158, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, Gen
Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey, Scott Lang, Scott Summers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Moira MacTaggert, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven | Mystique, Logan (X-Men), Ororo Munroe | Bloodstorm, Hank McCoy, Rogue (X-Men), Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Colossus, Bobby Drake, Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, Alex Summers, Warren Worthington II, Nathaniel Malick, Wade Wilson, Lorna Dane, Toad (X-Men), Pyro, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Hope Van Dyne, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Grant Ward, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Jeffrey Mace, Holden Radcliffe, Daniel Sousa, Wong (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury
Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Moira MacTaggert/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier
Additional Tags: Protective Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff Lives, Lesbian Wanda Maximoff, Teen Jean Grey, Jean Grey Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - College/University
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iXEnM9y
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Popular Pairing List Update
The following pairings have more than 10 recent posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays:
Alex Vause x Piper Chapman (Orange is the New Black)
Aloy x Seyka (Horizon: Zero Dawn)
Barbie x Gloria (Barbie)
Becky Armstrong x Freen Sarocha Chankimha (RPF Actors)
Betty Cooper x Veronica Lodge (Riverdale)
Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown (DCU)
Celia St James x Evelyn Hugo (The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo)
Cherine x Meena (Show Me Love)
Cleo de Nile x Frankie Stein (Monster High)
Cleopatra Philopator x Frida Kahlo (Clone High)
Corky x Violet (Bound)
Cosima Niehaus x Delphine Cormier (Orphan Black)
Diana x Leona (League of Legends)
Elphaba Thropp x Glinda Upland (Wicked)
Esther Warner x Max Chapman (Amazon A League of Their Own)
Geeta x Rika (Pokemon)
Jane Rizzoli x Maura Isles (Rizzoli & Isles)
Jester Lavorre x Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role)
Kitty Song Covey x Yuri Han (XO Kitty)
Laurie x Mira Harberg (Irma Vep)
Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)
Misty Quigley x Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)
Paris Geller x Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)
The following pairings have been posted less frequently recently, and have therefore been removed from the popular pairing list:
Alicia x Leighton (The Sex Lives of College Girls)
Amy Silva x Kirsten Longacre (Vigil)
Andi Agosti x Emília Alo (Rebelde)
Aneela x Delle Seyah Kendry (Killjoys)
Anissa Pierce x Grace Choi (Black Lightning; DCU)
Aster Flores x Ellie Chu (The Half Of It)
Bobbie Draper x Chrisjen Avasarala (The Expanse)
Bonnie Bennett x Nora Hildegard (The Vampire Diaries)
Carol Aird x Therese Belivet (Carol)
Clary Fray x Isabelle Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments)
Cristina Soto x Joana Bianchi (Skam Spain)
Dani Núñez x Gigi Ghorbani (The L Word)
Dina x Sydney Novak (I Am Not Okay With This)
Dorothy Gale x Ruby (Once Upon A Time)
Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)
Eve Polastri x Hélène (Killing Eve)
Fatou Jallow x Kieu My Vu (Druck)
Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)
Francesca Findabair x Fringilla Vigo (The Witcher)
Ginny Weasley x Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)
Joann Owosekun x Keyla Detmer (Star Trek: Discovery)
Jules Thomas x Ophelia Mayer (Sweet Vicious)
Kaioh Michiru x Tenoh Haruka (Sailor Moon)
Lauren Bloom x Leyla Shinwari (New Amsterdam)
Mace Brown x Marie Schmidt (The 355)
Margaery Tyrell x Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Mia Reed x Vada Cavell (The Fallout)
Nicole Haught x Waverly Earp (Wynonna Earp)
Nyssa al Ghul x Sara Lance (Arrow)
Raiden Ei x Yae Miko (Genshin Impact)
#femslashrevolution#femslash revolution#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#bisexual#popular pairing list#Rarepair Thursdays#mod post
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This bullshit investigation is a smokescreen for Trump and an affront to the rule of law. Comer and Jordan are too stupid to be ashamed of themselves. Nancy Mace, a Citadel graduate, is failing to abide by the college’s honor code, “a cadet does not lie, cheat, steal nor tolerate those who do” by participating in this sham and associating with these insurrectionist losers. Disappointing!
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Baby Time (Cronos)
1985: Birth, Mondale loses.
1986: Dr. Spock, Gypsy assassin.
1987: Uncle Sam, Leibenschilitz alliance, "Lennox".
1988: Disney, Duvaliers; "Jack the Ripper" is black.
1989: Berlin Wall, INTERPOL; horse farts, Slovenia shut down.
1990: Lockerbie, Libyan kid porn deleted; "Dream Chair", Dr. Facilier.
1991: Mozart, Warren Buffet; CNN investment.
1992: Islamic Prophecy, Knightfall; daughter with Maces, "Bane", MI-6.
1993: South Park, Avenging Conseince; Detective-Sergeant Dave MacNeal, NORAD boot, author.
1994: Star Trek: TNG, Riker written; Mike Judge passed contract, INTERPOL, MTV.
1995: Cillian Murphy contract, Irish Mob, hired by White Wolf; convert to Satanism, Ba'athist form, "The Omen".
1996: Sexual molestation of Ted Blanchard, covered by Will Morgan, Jefferson Davis; Hopkinton Nordic Alliance begins, diner fund; first air of South Park, for Barack Obama.
1997: Lodge program to kill grandparents revealed, "Damn-Yankee" recruited to MI-6, as "Cypher", "The Matrix".
1998: GTA 3 camera, "all crime is now gay"; Gamespy, Quakeworlder Labs.
1999: Y2K bug, computer clock; Chinese circus shut down, by Mitnick, for kidnapping clowns.
2000: Death of Alice Charlebois nee O'Neill, by Thomas Menino, Canadian spy.
2001: David Charlebois, nominated as undercover cop, by Brett Mulvey, teacher's union; state police "outfits"' targeted, as Attleboro spies, against Massachusetts drug rights for children; death ensue for centuries, "Christ".
2002: Written description of Heath Ledger, as Batman; Heath Ledger accepts contract, from James Holmes and Christopher Nolan; Warner Brothers.
2003: Return to James Madison's law, against baby foot theft; first murder, invention of Narcodan.
2004: Unions replaced with business unions; John McCain against, declared racist by George W. Bush, for wanting free stuff.
2005: 7/7 bombings planned, though Green Berets; David Charlebois, swings summit, towards NYPD and IDF and USMC simultaneously, for War in Iraq.
2006: Hopkinton PD, uncovers labor slavery at Colella's Supermarket; Hamburg, indicted for Rice a Roni beet slavery, "Redneck Rampage".
2007: First print set of Assassin's Creed submitted, as French advertisement to Saint's Row; Catholicism, cool again, like with sack of Gauls.
2008: Staff mails collected, "Gotham City MUSH"; contract disputes, on "Law and Order: Gotham City", to return Masouz family to honor, to avenge Masouz family; IDF, suspects that America, isn't Canada; "Chet", David Charlebois, frames Batman, as Boston Strangler, hunting Harry Potter.
2009: Chemically castrated, for causing "Hard Candy"', teachers outed as terrorists for killing politicians, the jumping kid.
2010: FBI snitches ExSec, as 9/11, temp agencies; Trump is enraged, prints his television shows, and wrestles. Korean Northern logic; last name, is country of origin. Has sexually assaulted women.
2011: "Chet", is fired from M3, for siding against Metro-Terror, murders begin to tally, of spymasters, for Philip J. Morris. Offensive song, printed to heat, to avenge Sandra MacDonald, NSA, killed by Jeffrey Lange, over military service; Jeffrey, "Dr. Leo"', converted to German Neo-Nazi, Lutheran, by new wife, "Sarah Storm". Sarah Storm, had been rejected, by "Chet", for being online contact, instead of RL.
2012: Chet earns SSI, SSDI, Section 8 Housing, and EBT, from snitching Sony, to FBI. Obama, supports Chet, and airs "Gotham"', against his will; giving "Temple on the Mount", as a speech, over and over, from Chet's stolen college admissions essay. Chet continues to fake Islam, confusing "Reliant" at MCM, "Aquarius", former M3 staffer.
2013: Chet creates a hack account on Discord, and snitches the haze of an Arab, at a middle school; Iraqi refugees move to town, Dave stopping an armed robbery, set up by the Irgun. The culprit, the Grandville Mob, the Williamsons, go suicidal.
2014: Dave Charlebois arranges the collapse of Obama, through Rahm Emmanuel, at Furry MUCK, by coming out as gay, to Squal, a frat boy playing animal fucker games; straight, a fur coat man, and a vanilla sexual prostitute seeker.
2015: Chet, preps Trump for the Presidency, through a contact with Jenna Williamson, on Facebook. Recovered doctors, nurses, and social workers, clear Chet's marriage trap, the downfall of the German deputies union. Greg Hill, Lyndon Byers, and Spaz Parziale, come under indictment, for the connection between the NYPD, and the IRA.
2016: Comey, is fired, for refusing to side against morality, in favor of the code that doomed Trump, the individual interviewing.
2017: Chet checks into SNHU, the new ITT Tech. He begins compiling notes, amounting to thousands of pages at end of gather.
2018: Trump, during the midterms, establishes a Russian Mafia plan, to incarcerate Natives and Siberians. Flat tops, the Old Worlders, are incarcerated instead. Chet spent 8 years doing this, until South Park aired this, firing anyone that listens to South Park, as Cartman; the intent of Dave MacNeal's series, for Alice's mental health.
2019: Chet reveals the Unitarians, as transgender accountants, Totenkopf; war with Putin ensues.
2020: Chet removes medical, draft, and gay commitments as prison, from Israeli power.
2021: Chet institutes a buyout of the Canadian Freemasons, by free Iraq.
2022: The GOP is alerted, blacks are GOP, not Republican. Che Guevera is defeated.
2023: Present.
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HIGHLIGHTS FOR ABC NEWS’ ‘GMA3: WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW,’ JUNE 13-17
The following report highlights the programming of ABC’s “GMA3: What You Need to Know” during the week of June 13-17. “GMA3: What You Need to Know” is a one-hour program co-anchored by Amy Robach, T.J. Holmes; with Dr. Jennifer Ashton as chief medical correspondent. The news program airs weekdays at 1:00 p.m. EDT | 12:00 p.m. CDT on ABC, and 4:00 p.m. and 6:00 p.m. EDT on ABC News Live.
Highlights of the week include the following:
Monday, June 13 — Secretary of Education Miguel Cardona; former college football player Eric LeGrand; a performance by BIBI
Tuesday, June 14 — Representative Nancy Mace (R-SC); actress Anika Noni Rose (“Let the Right One In”); memory and brain coach Jim Kwik (“Limitless”)
Wednesday, June 15 — Representative Carolyn Maloney (D-NY); former MLB player and author Paul O’Neill (“A Swing and a Hit”); actor James Brolin (“Lightyear”); Deals and Steals with ABC e-commerce editor Tory Johnson
Thursday, June 16 — Philadelphia Police Commissioner Danielle Outlaw; director Andre Gaines (“After Jackie”); actress Keke Palmer (“Lightyear”)
Friday, June 17 — Faith Friday with pastor and author Chase Replogle (“The 5 Masculine Instincts”); actor Jack Quaid (“The Boys”); “GMA3” follows up with Lauren and EJ Wynn after their IVF journey and the birth of their baby boy
ABC Media Relations
Denise Horn
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White~ Part Two
Summary: The conversation continues now that he’s dropped the bomb on you. You both attempt to take an easy trip down memory lane, but old memories bring back old feelings.
Warnings: adult themes, mentions of loss of virginity.
The waitress was nice enough to relocate the two of you two a different table with a clean and dry tablecloth. You both sat there silently for the longest time, letting the weight of his news linger and settle. You stirred your coffee after adding the cream and sugar to your liking, and you listened to the silver spoon clink against the sides of the mug as you gazed out the window, at the dark and snowy void. James, or Mace as he had said, was busy looking over his menu. You had always known him as James. Even when you were younger, and his friends called him Jim, or his parents called him Jimmy, you had always called him James. This was the same person in front of you that you had seen countless of times before. So why did he suddenly feel like a stranger? The name? The news? Your own dissonance?
“You know I was going to order food earlier, but I figured I’d wait.” He spoke up without taking his eyes off of the menu, “I had a feeling you would be late.” You turned to him but didn’t answer, “You’re always late.” He chuckled to himself. “Been that way forever.”
“I guess you think you know me pretty well.”
He scoffed, “I know I do.” It was a true statement. “I knew you were going to be late, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you on time for anything outside of your usual obligations.”
“The weather held me up a bit.” You lied, or tried to.
“I knew you would put two creams and three sugars in your coffee, because you like it sweet.” He glanced up and smirked again, “You always had a sweet tooth.”
“How long have you known that you were leaving?” you changed the subject suddenly. You watched him fold up his menu and set it back down on the table.
“About a year.” His tone had changed, suddenly he wasn’t being playful anymore.
“When do you leave?”
“A month.” He replied. It took him this long to reach out to you?
Of course, you couldn’t be mad. You had made it so he couldn’t contact you many years ago. You changed your cell number, you made all of your social media accounts private after deleting him, you had even moved away for college. You were just about to ask another question when the waitress returned. James ordered himself a steak, rare, with a side of fries and a side salad. You would have guessed that would be his order, that typical manly act. And then he offhandedly added on a beer, pushing away his coffee. You knew him just as well as he knew you. This was him getting comfortable. The coffee was formal, to keep him alert and on his toes with what he was going to say. The beer was to relax, maybe to help him get out whatever was on his mind. And in his mind, the rest of this encounter was going to be casual. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that. When the waitress turned to you, you realized you hadn’t even looked at the menu.
“She’ll have the chicken parm, less sauce on the noodles, and a side salad with vinaigrette.” He spoke up for you. Your eyes darted to him, wide in the witness of his audacity. “You want a glass of wine or anything?” he asked, raising his brows, illustrating that it was an honest question.
“Just some water, please.” You turned to the waitress, suddenly just accepting the order he had placed for you. The funny thing was, he remembered how you would have ordered it after all of these years. There may have been other things on the menu, but you just went along with it. Just like the old days. Too much like the old days.
The waitress nodded and walked off with the menus, leaving you alone with your old flame again. He leaned forward with his arms on the table and looked at you, really looked at you, and smiled. You suddenly felt defenseless, wondering what was going on in his mind. You started to feel uncomfortable under his gaze and started looking around, at the windows, at the other tables, anywhere but back at him. How could you even bring yourself to look at him when he had just dropped such a bomb on you?
“You look great.” He broke the ice, again. Your eyes shifted back to him, and then down at the white tablecloth. You swallowed hard, battling over feeling offended or giving in to the little flutter of your heart. “Really, you do.” He pressed the matter further. Typical James, always bold.
“I’m engaged.” You finally admitted it to him. You were hoping it would stop him from trying to flirt any further, but also maybe to set boundaries for yourself. Your boundaries always seemed to slip when it came to him.
“I know.” He replied simply, “I heard.”
“From who?” you were a little shocked.
“You printed an announcement in the paper back home,” he answered as he reached for his beer, lifting it to his lips but pausing, “People talk. Especially in that town.” He finally took a pull from the bottle.
“So, who told you?”
“It’s not important, is it?”
“Kind of.”
“Did you not want me to know?” he fired a question right back at you. You scoffed and crossed your arms.
“It’s not about that, I wouldn’t have told you myself if I didn’t want you to know.”
“Okay, fair enough.” He ended the debate there. Or so you thought, “What’s his name?”
“I thought you said you knew about the announcement.”
“I did, but I forgot the guy’s name.” he chuckled. You hesitated.
“Doug.”
“Doug,” he repeated the name, “Is he good to you?”
“Very much.” You looked him square in the eyes.
“Good, I’d hate to have to kick his ass.” He tried to joke some more, but you just clenched your jaw in response, not amused with him. “When’s the wedding?”
“May.” You gave another short answer. You watched as his eyes slowly fell back down to the table.
“Was I not going to get an invite?” he tried to joke.
“James…” you didn’t even know how to respond to that.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He showed a small smile, “Besides, I’m leaving next month.”
There was a moment of silence.
“How long will you be gone?” you inquired.
“Few years.” He answered with a small shrug, “There’s a lot of variables, hard to nail it down exactly.”
There was more silence.
“Are you scared?” you couldn’t help but ask. He drew in a deep breath and sighed, looking out the window.
“Not really. If anything, I’m excited.” He may have been fibbing.
“Can’t wait to be a hero?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, knowing his ego and how it dictated him. He laughed a bit.
“Can’t wait to make a difference.”
“That’s it?” you weren’t buying it, “You’re saving mankind. You seem to be taking it rather lightly.” You pressed him further, and he shrugged a shoulder again. The small smirk on your lips vanished as you realized there was more going on in his head. But it was a gamble on whether or not he would share anything further. “What’s really going on?” he didn’t answer, but he reached up and scratched his chin, perhaps delaying. “You called me here for a reason.”
“I just…” he paused, “I didn’t want to leave with things…not being how I imagined it.”
“What do you mean?”
“If I tell you, will you charge me?” he tried to joke more, another defense mechanism of his. You both chuckled.
“It’s on the house.” You tried to match his level of humor.
“Well,” he rubbed his hands together and looked away from you, “I made sure to make things the best they could be with my family and friends, and I’ve got my will in place,” your heart sped up a bit when he mentioned a will, “But I’m just thinking about all of the things I didn’t get to do.”
“Do…do you think…you’re not going to make it back?” you weren’t sure how to ask him. He only shrugged again. “Why do you think that?”
“A lot can happen. A lot of things can go wrong.” He paused, “But I think it’s just, you know, having to make a will and make those plans, but that’s standard procedure. I mean, everyone who goes to space does those things.”
Did they? There was no way you would know for sure really.
“I guess… what I really mean is, if something were to happen, there are things I never got to do.”
“Like what?”
“Things I never thought about until recently. I don’t know, like…I never travelled, I wish I had gone to more sporting events…” he trailed off.
“Well, even if you did travel the world, you’d basically be seeing a lot of white anyway.” You chuckled, “And there aren’t a lot of sporting events now with everything.”
“Yeah, I know, I know.” He nodded. “Just little things like that.” And then he paused, “I never settled down or started a family.”
It just so happened that you had taken a sip of your water and ended up almost choking on it. You tried to hide how badly you had been caught off guard and downplay your coughing, but he still got concerned. “You okay?” he asked. You nodded and cleared your throat before taking another sip. You could feel the heat rising on your collar from his admission. ��“You sure?”
“Just wasn’t expecting that answer from you.” You certainly weren’t about to tell him why.
“Why? Do I not seem like the kind of guy that wants kids?” he questioned. You willed yourself to stay cool, to not let your face go hot or your hands to shake. Did he know?
“I just…I guess I never got that vibe from you.” You spoke honestly.
“Time changes a person.” He spoke some words of wisdom, and you nodded slowly in agreement. “I guess I just started to think about what it would be like if I didn’t make it back and I didn’t have a family. Like if I didn’t leave a legacy of some kind.”
“And what if you did? Did you think about how much it would hurt them to deal with the aftermath of your death?” you questioned him, almost offended at his lack of thought. If he died, people would be hurt. You would be hurt. Even if you wanted to hide it. You became frazzled and reached for your water again, “It’s not even worth talking about honestly, because you’re going to be fine.” You reassured him, mostly to get off of the topic. You gulped down some water and looked at him as you set the glass down, and the smile he was wearing was warm and genuine. It lit you up from the inside out.
“You’d miss me?” of course he picked up on it, but you didn’t answer, instead you chewed your lip a bit, “I mean, I get it…we have history.”
How dare he.
“History?” the word came out of your lips with enough angst for him to feel it on the other side of the table, and he sat back, maybe sensing your reaction.
Before you could speak again, the waitress reappeared with a basket of breadsticks for the table, and to politely let the two of you know that your food would be ready soon. You both thanked her, and she excused herself again. You started to grind your teeth, happy that the woman’s presence had interrupted your irritated reaction, but also not wanting to let it slide. The man sitting in front of you had been such a large part of your life, and you were not about to let him downplay it.
“History?” you repeated, in a more hushed tone.
“Relationship.” He corrected himself.
“Sure,” you huffed, “I mean… I don’t even know what to call it. We never really were official or gave each other titles or anything.” Now you were trying to downplay it, and you weren’t quite sure why. Maybe you were trying to distance yourself from the memories that were coming back.
“No, we never called each other boyfriend or girlfriend, but you were my girl. Everybody knew that.” The timbre of his voice resonated in your head and in your chest, and you looked away from him, not being able to bear it at that moment.
“James,” you started slowly, “It was so long ago. We were kids. It’s okay to look back at it and say we were confused…or maybe we just didn’t know what we were doing…”
“Confused?” then he sounded offended, and his face scrunched up at the word that had thoughtlessly slipped from your lips. “No, there was no confusion. Not on my part. I know we were kids but I knew how I felt about you.”
“Mace,” you addressed him by his new nickname, and it felt foreign, “Do you not remember how it all started?” he huffed in response and shook his head, “Need I remind you of how it all played out?” he knew you were about to take him to task over it.
“We were in middle school. My friend dared me to kiss you after class. I knew you were going to say ‘no’, so I just grabbed your face and sort of smashed my lips onto yours.” He started chuckling fondly at the memory, “I had no idea what I was doing. And you hit me across the face for it.” He shuffled in his seat a bit and smiled wider, “And then we ended up in detention together for it. I remember you telling me how mad your parents were that their perfect little girl got detention, and that it was all my fault.”
“You’re remembering it wrong.” you informed him after swallowing the lump in your throat.
“Am I?”
“It started way before that. You bullied me and tortured me and teased me relentlessly for years.” You set him straight, and he narrowed his eyes as he inspected you, “Yes! You did! In elementary school you grabbed me by my pigtails and pulled me down into a mud puddle. And before that you used to call me names and tease me. Don’t you remember your mom dragging you to my house to force you to apologize?”
“I do remember that.” He sounded pained as he admitted it. “But I never really considered that part of our courtship.”
“Courtship? Oh God…” you groaned as you rubbed your temples.
“My mom used to always tell me that I was being mean to you because I liked you. And I didn’t believe her until that first day of eighth grade. You came in to the classroom and you just looked so different. The pigtails were gone, you weren’t wearing some dress like you always did, and you just looked like you started to grow up.” He smiled again as he recalled that day, “I remembering thinking ‘wow she got hot’.” The sarcastic laughter that broke from deep within your chest caught you both off guard, and you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep from drawing attention to yourself. What a ridiculous thing to say.
“That’s so stupid.” You finally managed to speak.
“It’s true!”
“But let’s not forget you bragging to your friends in high school about how you were going to bed the bible thumping chick from your science class.” You made sure each word was laced with the disgust you were feeling just from recalling that event. “We had already started… whatever we were doing at the time. And you humiliated me by saying that. I dare you to try and tell me you don’t remember that, or that it was part of some type of courtship.” He stayed silent for a moment before responding.
“Look, I was young and stupid. I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just showing off.” He held out his hands in defense, “I’m truly sorry about that.” You scoffed and shook your head, turning away from him. “Hey,” he reached out and touched your hand, “I really am sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You kept your eyes off on the distance outside the large window.
That familiar prickling feeling started to nag at you, and your eyes were threatening to start watering up, which surprised you. How on earth was something that had happened years ago, something you had moved on from, bothering you so much in that moment? Suddenly there were flashbacks of high school bullying from other girls, whispering rumors about you and calling you a slut behind your back, but loud enough for you to still hear it. At a slumber party, some girls had taken it upon themselves to stuff your bag full of condoms, and you cried by yourself in the bathroom while waiting for your mother to come pick you up. You had never dreamed of being that kind of girl, and you felt like you had let your parents down, or the other people who went to church with you and listened to the words your father preached every Sunday morning. There was a strong sense of pride you felt as the pastor’s daughter, and you had been determined to save yourself until marriage.
But that didn’t happen.
For years you struggled with yourself, there was a tremendous internal battle you were facing in the silence of your own mind, in the silence of your own secrets. That chastity bracelet your father had given you on your thirteenth birthday meant nothing after James Mace had charmed you right out of your pink, frilly panties. The guilt and rage you felt after the fact was enough to drown you, and you swore you would never do it again. Hell, you even went to the river for your father to baptize you and declare you a virgin again. But deep down, you knew the damage had already been done, it wasn’t like your innocence had really healed. And that’s probably what made it easier for you to do it again, and again, and again, until you lost track of how many times you had given yourself to him.
Your father had always preached that sin was an easy thing to do, because sin was tempting and often times sweet to the tongue, but did anyone truly have any idea how hard it was? You couldn’t deny yourself from James, not ever. You had wanted him as badly as he had wanted you. You made the grown-up decision to be entangled with him, to give yourself to him. And then he had disappeared one day, he was just gone, vanished right into thin air, and you felt like he had walked away with the prize of your very soul. Now here he was again, bringing up ancient history in a way that seemed so innocent and charming that it might as well had been harmless. He could bring up distant memories and joke all he wanted, but he ripped your heart out and ran off with it. You couldn’t even begin to count the tears you had spilled over him. And now here you two were, sitting in front of each other, trying to pretend like everything was fine.
The dam that was holding your patience in tact and sparing him your anger began to crack and crumble. You turned back to him with a look of fire in your eyes, and not even the tears brimming were going to douse it.
“Are you mad at me?” he questioned, innocently.
“Of course, I am.” The honestly of your answer was apparent in your tone, “But I’m madder at myself. Because after all of that, after everything you put me through in school and that disgusting thing you had said to your friends…I still gave you my virginity.” You drew in a quick breath, “And my parents never forgave me. I never forgave myself. I felt so used. You would sweet talk me into something one minute and have me crying the next.”
There was a moment of silence between the two of you, and you swore you saw shock and hurt behind the cerulean in his eyes. You abruptly got out of your seat and started rushing to the bathroom, needing to collect yourself before uttering even another word to him. Your sanity was slipping away at the painful past you were hoping to never live through again.
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tagged by the wonderful issy @outtamywayskinny (iconique url!) to answer these thirty delicious questions. yum!
name/nickname: sasha / alex / ash / sash, or some forbidden combination of those
gender: lmao
star sign: libra
height: 5′9″ or 175cm because I’m a bastard who believes in rounding up
time: 20:58 CET
birthday: 2nd october baby!
favorite band(s)/group(s): godspeed you! black emperor, liturgy, the soft moon, sonic youth, dinosaur jr, fugazi, system of a down (listen i’ve been jamming to toxicity a bunch recently... we love to hate george bush here), depeche mode, moss icon, a tribe called quest, public enemy, tom waits, mewithoutYou, mother mother, run the jewels, lightning bolt, fleet foxes, protomartyr, fuck buttons, radiohead (sorry)
favorite solo artist(s): chelsea wolfe, fiona apple, baths, mitski, patti smith, courtney love, noname, pj harvey, courtney barnett, steve albini (just anything he touches really), lingua ignota, MF DOOM, madvillain, kanye west’s early work only (again sorry but the college dropout is so good). i used to love grimes and azealia banks more than anything but time has proven me a fool on both fronts (more grimes than ab). i miss 2013 where i just listened to 212 and oblivion on repeat guilt-free.
song stuck in my head: ghost by gouge away. love to listen to a female vocalist scream her lungs out honestly.
last movie: bridget jones’ diary (2001) which is fascinating from a sociological point of view imo
last show: still watching adventure time season 7 with the hope of catching up to see obsidian and make my 2012 bubbline loving heart explode
when did i create this blog: august 2020
what do i post: rambling headcanons, occasional funny posts, takes that range from lukewarm to haute (coutre), other people’s cool art, links to my ao3 page (my writing is good), complaining (i love complaining)
last thing googled: “mace windu lightsaber.” i’m listening to A Civilised Age which is an EXCELLENT clone wars podcast and they were all discussing what lightsabers they’d have so i googled to check what designs they were talking about. so basically. nerd shit.
other blogs: @sashacore (art, politics, personal stuff), @profanetools (elder scrolls sideblog, lesbian dwarf zone)
do i get asks: yes but i dread every single one since i put on anon
why did i choose this url: it’s funny (to me, at least, i can’t tell if my jokes are good nine times out of ten)
following: 700 or something because i compulsively follow people back
followers: 398
average hours of sleep: ranges between 5 to 9 hours but regardless i’m always still tired
lucky number: 77
instruments: clarinet but i haven’t played it in years :(
what am i wearing: a new hope star wars t-shirt (i am visibly doing a shrug emoji but i’m too lazy to copy-paste so imagine it in your mind’s eye) a plaid shirt over that, poorly fitting mens jeans, chipped black nail varnish. very par for the course for sasha.
dream job: god just. someone pay me to write please.
dream trip: interrail around central europe OR i’d really like to do a tour of china, since i think it’s far more diverse and varied than most people give it credit for
favorite food: pizza, but specifically the 3,50€ takeaway pizza from the small southern italian town i lived in for a year in 2018 with the local style of fluffy crust / thin base. fucking divine. never again will i get that quality:price ratio. never again.
nationality: copying what issy says: “i’m from- 😐e- 😰 eng- 🤢 england 🤮” except i can’t say actually say i’m english since my mum is glaswegian it’d be death on sight, whoops! (i think she resents the fact that i’m english lol). but i am to my scottish family as james derry girls is to derry, if that makes sense. i refer to myself as bri’ish usually because it is accurate even if there are certain class connotations to calling yourself british vs. english (it’s a whole Thing).
favorite song: just one??? okay fine. fine. it’s chelsea wolfe’s flat lands.
last book read: i’m still reading beloved which is incredible but i’m also reading mort by terry pratchett which is a good read
three fictional universes you’d like to live in: 1. the one where i am mentally well 2. the one without capitalism 3. i think it’d be fun to airbend personally.
not tagging anyone but big love if you want to do this yourself!
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thank you for sending this in lovely! 🤍💞✨
💗 character(s) you want to see more of? 💗
definitely more of cevans early characters, being more specific there are really good characters cevans had portrayed in his early career that aren’t as bad as people say they are but big mentions and my personal faves are: ryan ackerman (cellular) 🤍 james mace (sunshine) 🤍 bryce langely (fierce people) 🤍 and syd (london)
💗 favorite trope? 💗
fantasy, sugar daddy, coffee shop, and modern!college AUs, anything that’s super cute that can feed my soft slutty hoe heart
💗 guilty pleasure(s) in a fic? 💗
literally aesthetically pleasing writing is what I love and it’s so amazing reading something I can picture inside my head 💗 y’all know i’m a sucker for ddlg in literally any forms, speaking of which anything that has soft doms or bratty readers is such a plus!
ask me! 💞✨
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Any Stranger I Choose
When Lena comes barreling into Sam’s office holding a copy of CatCo’s magazine in one hand and a cup holder with two coffees sitting in it in the other, Sam knows that something is wrong. Actually, Sam’s first thought is: where’s Jess? Because usually if they have a situation that involves unscheduled meetings and coffee, then Lena has inevitably pissed off the Chinese investors or - God forbid - the Russians and that means a six-hour video conference that will force Sam to call a babysitter for Ruby. But Lena doesn’t look stressed or upset, just bordering on giddy in a way that Sam has never seen. Sam swivels her chair so that she’s facing Lena and waits, impatiently, for Lena to sit in front of her desk, place their coffees on coasters, and set the magazine in front of Sam. “Page thirteen” is all Lena says before she leans back in her chair and takes a slow drink of her coffee.
Sam knows that look and even though she feels like she’s being set up, she still opens the magazine and lands on a feature story titled “Outside of the Frame: Prestigious Photography Returns to National City for a Showstopper”. Sam arches a brow because - apparently - she must be missing something. “Okay...cool?”
“That’s Alex Danvers!” Lena says with a huge grin. “You’d probably know her better as the cinematographer for Alignment .” Sam’s eyes dart back to the article, she scans down a few lines and notes the hoard of awards listed including an Oscar for cinematography. “Remember how you kept posting your favorite shots from that movie on your Instagram? I can’t believe she’s back in town.”
“We’ll go to the show when it opens.” Sam tries to sound as chill as possible but Lena was right to show her this. Alignment was her favorite movie and she’ll certainly have the opening of this new art show booked in her calendar for months.
“Did you see what the new show is going to be about?”
“I assume it’ll be portraits, that’s what she’s known…” Sam stops talking when her eyes fall on the last line of the article: Danvers will be shooting a new collection titled ‘The Rise and Fall of Desire’ in which she will be depicting her subjects before, during, and after they orgasm.
Sam could scream. She could throw the magazine across the room and scream. This is why Lena came in here. This is really what she wanted to show her. Lena looks absolutely delighted. Sam knows her cheeks are warming. “She’s looking for new subjects. I mean, taking requests at least-.”
“Are you joking? You can’t do that! You run LCorp-.”
“Not me! You.” Lena rolls her eyes. “I think you should do it.”
“Me?” Sam is dumbfounded. “I...I could never do that. I have a daughter.” Sam says this like that’s the end of it. Lena continues sipping her coffee. Sam knows that she needs to say something more definitive, something to get Lena to back off. “Plus, you know I can never really...well you know .”
“Orgasm?” Lena sets her cup down. “Okay, first of all, Ruby doesn’t need to know about this. It’s a closed event and I doubt any of those boring soccer moms at Ruby's school even know what an art exhibit even is.”
“I’m a soccer mom,” Sam deadpans.
“And have you considered that the reason you haven’t had an orgasm is that you’ve only slept with Missionary Position A and B for your entire life?” Lena reaches across Sam’s desk and flips to the next page in the article. It’s a full page photo of Alex Danvers wearing stylishly tattered black jeans with some average t-shirt showing off her - many - tattoos. Her undercut is perfectly trimmed, her hair looks messy in the best way, and she’s looking right at the camera. Right at Sam. “Wow…”
“What?”
“You’re drooling!” Lena laughs. Sam closes the magazine and slides it across the desk to Lena. “Well, at any rate, I made a call to Shaun who called James who might know Alex from their war photography days and...you’re in.”
“What do you mean ‘I’m in’?” Sam looks at Lena, incredulous.
“There’s this whole application. Background check. I even had to send like ten photos too and apparently, Danvers wants to shoot you.” Right now, Sam would prefer to shoot herself. “I guess there was a huge waitlist but Alex bumped you up-.”
“What the fuck, Lena?!” Sam throws her body back dramatically in her chair. “Seriously, stop laughing or I’ll make you go bankrupt.” Sam closes her eyes. “Plus, she kinda sounds like an asshole. Choosing people based on how they look? Jerk.”
“I actually think James might’ve talked you up. And what do you care? If you aren’t doing it then it doesn’t matter.”
“But she did say yes? I feel like...well, if it’s something she’s considered...and maybe something she’s prepared for…” Sam doesn’t know how to say it. She doesn’t know how to say any of it. Lena knows that. She must know because Lena’s eyes have gone all soft and accommodating like she’s waiting for Sam to go vulnerable so that she can jump. Sam knows her best friend and she knows that there isn’t any maliciousness behind this offer. Just care. And love.
Lena’s probably right. Sam has dated all the wrong people - men - who had been so quick to get to fucking that they’d forgotten that it was a shared experience. Sam was technically out. Technically proud too. But her fears about being with another woman sexually were an issue, something that should be resolved sooner rather than later.
And it wasn’t just about men versus women. It was about the way that Sam felt in the presence of another woman. Completely seen. She’s never gotten past making out because she was frightened by the idea of not knowing what to do. How could she please another woman if she’d never even been able to get off on her own?
“You’re overthinking,” Lena asserts. She reaches across the desk and grabs Sam’s hands. “I think this might be good for you. The experience alone will be a great conversation starter.”
“I’m not saying yes.” Sam pretends to return to her work. “But I will think about it.”
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During their weekly brunch, Alex Danvers somehow finds a way to weasel into their conversation again. Sam certainly doesn’t bring it up but Jess is an art nerd so she’s already ranting and raving about Alex like she’s some kind of Annie Leibovitz. Lena has gone stark silent and that seems to spur Jess to ask, “I thought you liked her work. That one movie, right?”
“Alignment,” Lena supplies trying not to smile around her bite of kale.
“Oh my gosh, yes! So good. We should go to the show together. I bet she’ll do some kind of panel or even go around talking to people.”
“I’ll bet,” Sam mumbles.
“Sam might actually be meeting Alex.” Sam kicks Lena’s leg under the table.
“You’re meeting her?!”
“ Might, ” Lena clarifies. “As a subject for her next collection.”
“Lena…” Sam warns.
“The orgasm one? Holy shoot.” Though Sam usually finds Jess’s inability to say curse words enduring, right now she thinks ‘holy shit’ is a warranted expression of how crazy this situation is. “You have to do it. You have to.”
“So, I’ve been told.”
“I know her sister,” Jess tells them. Lena’s eyes widen. Lena was probably happy that Jess was on her side but she obviously didn’t know that tidbit of information. “I mean, she works at the food co-op on Tuesdays with me. Apparently, Alex is really cool. And smart. She was an anthropology major in college.”
“That’s great, Jess, but...I’m still on the fence.” Unlike Lena, Jess seems to take Sam’s apprehension as permission to continue to push her. Jess has all but abandoned her chorizo, egg, and potato hash and has moved on to twirling the mint leaf around in her sangria.
“Sam, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Kara - that’s Alex’s sister by the way - she said that Alex really values her work and she really wants this project to impact the world and her subjects.” Jess is beaming. “I think that you’re scared. And that’s okay.”
“Feel the fear and do it anyway,” Lena adds, even though she knows she sounds dorky. “I guarantee you’ll have a great experience. Don’t do it for Alex’s sake, do it for yourself.” It’s right now that Sam realizes that she really can have it all. A good work life, great friends, and possibly more. What’s the harm in taking a very contained risk?
And in the two days since Lena’s has mentioned it, she’s been thinking about just taking the plunge. She can meet one of her favorite artists, be a part of the work that she admires, and Alex seems...passionate. Sam read a few articles about her and it was clear that Alex took great pride in everything she did. If Sam was going to try - and fail - to have an orgasm in front of anyone, Alex wouldn’t be the last person she'd chose.
“For the record, I’m not scared,” Sam says with all the confidence of a lying liar who lies.
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Sam is terrified. Ever since she sent the okay email to the a_danvers photography email, she has been a nervous wreck. Alex obviously had an assistant because the email reply was devoid of any emotion and Sam was told to arrive at 135 Miller St. Apartment 209 at 8 pm. After extensive research on the building, she’d determined that she’d be meeting at a high-end loft downtown and even though it would be a breeze to get to from LCorp, Sam was very uneasy about going to someone’s apartment to do...this.
It didn’t matter how much information Jess could dig up, Sam struggles to trust anyone that easily, so she made sure to bring mace on her drive over. Even as she approached the building, wearing a high waisted pink pencil skirt and a white silk blouse, Sam was nervous that she was going to do the wrong thing. Say the wrong thing. Alex would take one look at her deer in headlights face and send her away in favor of another subject someone who was easier to deal with. Someone braver. Hotter.
When Sam knocked at the door, her fist pushed it open. She was too shy to step in, afraid of intruding, but then she heard the distant call, “Come in,” and she pressed forward. The loft was less of a home and more of a frantic mess of moving boxes in one area, a half-organized kitchen, a “living space” that was just a couch and a coffee table with a few mugs on it, and a bedroom area. That’s where Alex was. She must have been finishing setting up because she had a dirty rag slung over her shoulder like a mechanic as she tweaked one of the light fixtures.
All Sam could focus on right now was the bed. Light lavender colored comforter, a nightstand with a few books and a mug sitting on it, and big fluffy pillows that looked very inviting. It was a king sized bed, Sam knew that because hers was smaller. “Samantha, I assume.” Alex tosses the rag onto a stool near her camera equipment and approaches Sam with her hand out. Sam takes it.
“Sam is fine.”
“Oh, Sam it is.” Alex looks much more midwest-kind in person. Her tattoos that usually make her look tough are actually quite beautiful and alluring in person. Her handshake is firm though and she has a look in her eyes that is perfectly inviting. Sam calms down ever so slightly. “Here, let me take that for you.” Alex takes Sam’s purse and puts it somewhere off to the side. Sam’s eyes are drawn to the art that Alex has apparently just started putting on the walls. They’re unique pieces, things that Sam is almost sure haven’t been in any of her shows. “Did you find the place okay?”
“Yeah, it was close to where I work.” Sam doesn’t know what she should do. Join Alex near the kitchen island or continue standing in the middle of the room.
“Right. LCorp.” Alex goes to her fridge and opens it. “Drink? I’ve got water, some weird hippie shit my sister made, juice, beer…” Sam would take eight shots of anything if that was available but she isn’t sure that she should be drinking.
“Water is fine.” Sam does join her now. She enjoys the way Alex seems confused by every element of the simple process. First, she doesn’t know where the glasses are. Then she can’t figure out how to work the ice dispenser. It lightens the mood enough for Sam to laugh. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s...everything is new here. My assistant bought me all this fancy bullshit.” Alex hands Sam the glass with a smile. “I’m just a simple kid at heart.” Sam watches Alex go from the kitchen to a desk, rummage around, and come back with a few papers and a pen. “So, let’s get all the boring stuff out of the way.” Alex sets a document in front of Sam. “For this project, I’ve written out my artist’s statement, preliminary show info, and...well, obviously, due to the sensitive nature of this project the final gallery will only be photos that my models approve of. But it’s a series of three photos, so I need at least one series in order for that model to be included.”
Alex could be telling Sam that the Earth is flat and she’d be nodding along. Alex is more attractive in person. It’s the movement. She doesn’t talk with her hands but with her eyes. She says everything like it’s the truth, and Sam knows that she’ll be going through with this just because it’s what Alex wants. “Okay.”
“I know I just threw a lot at you. Just wanna check in and to make sure that you know that we can stop at any time.” Alex waits for Sam to nod again before she hands over the pen. “I’ve also done a few sessions with some of the models. Actually one of the male models had to go because his dog bit his neighbor-.”
“Oh, you don’t just do this with women?”
Alex blinks a few times, confused. “Uh...no? This project is for everyone, including those outside of the binary.” Alex leads Sam toward the bed where Sam awkwardly holds the water glass and does not sit down. “Actually, the most difficult thing for people is the lights. I’m open to rescheduling in the morning if that’s more your speed. Natural light can be a game changer.”
“No, I think I’m okay.” Sam isn’t okay and if the way Alex is looking at her is any indication: Alex knows that Sam is nervous.
“Here, why don’t you take a seat.” Sam does and Alex takes the glass from her and places it on the nightstand. Alex sits beside her, not crowding her, just being there for a moment. “Like I said earlier, you don’t have to do this. My work usually isn’t easy but I like knowing that you’ve gotten something out of it too. Why did you decide to do this?”
“Oh, Jesus.” Sam looks away from Alex. “I don’t...I wanted to prove something, I think. To myself.” Sam sighs. “I wanted to try something different. You’re actually...I admire your work.”
“Thanks,” Alex seems taken aback by the compliment. “Well, I think you can do this, Sam. Just think about what makes you feel good.” Alex grabs her camera and sits on the stool by the bed. “I haven’t masturbated in front of other people often but you can pretend I’m not even here if you want.” Wait...what?
“You’re not…” Sam can hear the shock in her voice. “I thought you were…”
“Is everything alright?”
“No, it’s...I’m an idiot. I thought that you were a part of this whole process. You know like…”
“Sex?” Alex lets her camera hang around her neck. “Oh. No, it’s...it’s more of a masturbation thing. Shit, that must not have been clear. I’m so sorry.” Sam wishes she could disappear. She wishes the Earth was flat so she could jump off the edge.
“No, I’m sorry. That just means that I can’t do this. I’ve never...oh, god.” Sam sucks it up. There’s no way that she could be more embarrassed than she is now. “I’ve never had an orgasm. Not with my partners, not on my own. There’s just...something wrong with me, I guess.”
“Hang on, let’s not go there.” Alex looks at Sam thoughtfully. “What if we just took a few test shots? Please say no if I’m pushing you but my work is about fun. Not about climaxing.” Alex motions to her camera. “We should have fun.” Alex looks so earnest and genuine. Sam is very much aware of the fact that she thought she was coming here to get fucked by Alex, so having a little bit of fun is tame in comparison.
“Sure.” Sam smiles. She likes the mischevious look in Alex’s eyes.
“You checked ‘yes’ for nudity on your contract, are you still okay with that?”
“Yes.”
“Cool.” Alex raises her camera and snaps a photo. Sam isn’t sure she was supposed to be posing or ready or doing anything, Alex looks playful, so Sam plays. One thing that Sam learns two photos in is that she loves being watched. Even with a lens between them, Sam can tell that Alex is enjoying herself so kicking off her shoes comes naturally. Sam slides back onto the bed a little more and Alex comes closer.
Sam feels sexy. Alex is being professional but Sam wants Alex to look at her differently. Not playfully, not casually, Sam wants to be wanted. Sam unbuttons the top button of her blouse and then another. “Can you help me with the rest of these?” Sam and Alex both know that Sam doesn’t need help but Alex still reaches forward, unbuttoning the last three buttons with practiced ease.
Her blouse is still tucked into her skirt, Sam reaches to pull it out, but Alex holds up her hand. “Hold on.” It’s the most demanding Alex has been so far. She stays focused on her shot. She likes the way Sam looks right now. Half-dressed, beginning to be naked. It’s the middle ground that catches her eye, Sam will have to remember that. “Look at me.” Sam likes being told what to do. She’s always in control, always in charge, she enjoys that subtle dominance. It makes her get ideas. It makes her look at Alex differently. “Okay.” Alex untucks Sam’s blouse for her. She has soft fingers. One hand on silk the other on her camera, Alex has yet to look at Sam except through the lens.
Sam starts to let her shirt fall off her body, but Alex grabs her arm, leaving one shoulder completely exposed and the other covered. “Wait, I like you like this.”
“Like this?”
“Yes.” Alex has long moved on from her stool. Now she’s hovering around and over Sam, photo after photo, the room gets warmer and warmer. “You still doing okay?”Better than okay , Sam thinks. She can vaguely feel the dampness of her panties and her nipples are prodding at her bra. Her body is telling her to expose herself completely. Her body wants Alex.
“Yeah, I’m…” Sam doesn’t know what she is. Horny? Charmed? “Am I doing okay?”
“Are you kidding? You’re amazing.” Alex lowers the camera and smiles at her. Sam notices the little droplet of sweat running down the side of Alex’s face. Her hair looks so totally grabbable. “You look beautiful, Sam.”
“I think I want to try.” Sam surprises herself by saying this so boldly. Alex tries to stay emotionally consistent, nodding her head. “But if it doesn’t happen-.”
“It’ll be okay. I won’t be upset or disappointed,” Alex assures her. “Do you want to get further on the bed? Take more clothes off?”
“You’d like that, huh?”
“I’m not opposed to it.”
“I think I’ll stay as I am.” Sam, apparently, wants this more than she realized. There’s something about being half dressed, with another woman watching her, that makes Sam ready to push up her skirt just enough so that her hand can easily reach where it needs to go. Sam wonders if Alex looked at all her subjects like she’s looking at her now. Hungry eyes. That’s the way someone looks at another person when they’re ready to devour them. “I’m nervous.”
“Close your eyes. Pretend I’m not here.” Sam scoots back on the bed and closes her eyes. She reaches her hand down, rubs her fingers along her underwear, feels herself. It’s a marvel really, the idea that Sam has only had missionary sex in the dark, and now Alex Danvers is getting a full view of her masturbating. Sam is okay with it, completely. Turned on by the whole thing more than she probably should be too.
“Can I take these off?”
“If you want.” Alex’s voice is breathy. There’s desire there, Sam knows it. The lack of hesitation is what keeps Sam going. It’s what makes her touch herself without even thinking about the fact that someone else is there. Sam startles herself when she moans. She’d expected silence. Most noises she made during sex were fake but this is the first time she’s heard herself experience pleasure in this way. Sam stops suddenly, afraid that she sounds strange. Different.
That Alex won’t like her.
“Sorry, I need…” Sam opens her eyes and pulls down her skirt. “I usually don’t feel touch that intensely.”
“Was it bad?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry you stopped then.” Alex sets down her camera. It looks like a move of finality. Like Sam has broken a rule and they can never go back. “Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Obviously, I have a job to do, but I actually do care about how this experience is for you. And you looked like...well, I think you were having fun. I think you know your body better than you think.” Alex takes a deep breath. “So if you want to do another session, we should.”
“Really?”
“Of course.” Alex runs her fingers through her hair. “And, for the record, tell your partner that they need to eat you out.” Sam’s face warms as she tugs on her shirt.
“I don’t have a partner and even if I did, the people I’ve been with don’t like doing that.”
“I do.” Alex ducks her head. “I just meant that there are people who do enjoy that.” Sam has already put her shirt back on but she briefly considers yanking it off and telling Alex to prove it . Is this flirting? Or is this just how Alex is?
“Why?”
“Hm?”
“Why do you enjoy it?”
“I’m a sucker for validation. A woman pushing and pulling on my hair is something I like. I like to tease too, bring her to the edge, get her groaning and begging...I don’t know, all that is a big turn on.” Alex keeps looking at Sam like she’s waiting. Alex seems like she wants permission. Like she’d love to hear Sam begging. “You should go.”
“Probably. Do you want me to?”
“No.” Alex thinks for a second. “Come back tomorrow though, if you want.”
“None of this is weird for you?”
“Not really.” Alex shrugs. “Here, I’ll give you my number. We don’t have to set up an exact time but you can text me when you’re ready. If you’re ready.”
“Okay, sounds good.” Sam struggles to put on her shoes. She’s about to walk to the door when she sees Alex lean down and pick something up. It takes Sam a moment to realize that it’s her underwear, still damp, flung carelessly on the ground just a few minutes ago.
“These are nice, black lace. I like them.” Alex grabs Sam’s phone and enters her number. “I’ll keep them for you.” Alex has tapped into something subconscious. Something Sam didn’t even know about herself.
“What if I don’t come back?”
“You’ll come back. And you will come.”
“You promise?” They should be kissing right now. Sam wants to tear off her clothes, she wants to tear off Alex’s clothes. They should be naked. Touching. Fucking.
“I promise.” It doesn’t make sense for her to leave. But she does. Though it’s a chore to drive home, Sam manages to compose herself just enough to follow a few laws properly. Thankfully Ruby is spending the night at her best friends house and going to the pool tomorrow morning, which means Sam is completely free to…
Not text Alex.
She knows it wouldn’t be wise. Her sexual frustrations were on full display earlier and knowing that the answer to her problems was just one text away, well that was a problem. Alex was nothing like the other people that Sam has dated. She’s confident, not cocky. Her style is simple but fresh. Jess was right, Alex is smart. And Sam wishes that Alex could use her brains to understand that she would do anything to get Alex to touch her.
So Sam texted even though she shouldn’t.
[sam]: hey, it’s Sam. Are you thinking of maybe taking photos of yourself?
Sam throws her phone onto her bed and resigns herself to taking a shower. A very cold and miserable one spent thinking of everything except Alex Danvers. She really does need to get a grip, which is probably easier said than done, but if she’s really going to show up there tomorrow then she can’t be this desperate. After Alex changes into a comfortable t-shirt, brushes her teeth, and half-asses her routine, she returns to bed where she scoops up her phone and sees that Alex has texted her twice.
[alex]: not sure yet
[alex]: what do you think?
[sam]: you should, i think your fans would be interested in seeing that
[alex]: you mean you?
Sam rolls her eyes. She takes it back. Alex is cocky, not that it matters to her. She’s just happy that Alex responded. Is this what desperation feels like? The thrill of a stupid text message coming through. If Sam wanted, she could’ve figured all this shit out in her early twenties, now she’s coming through right at thirty trying - and probably failing - at starting an ill-advised fling with someone she admires.
[sam]: I’ll see you tomorrow
This is not the smartest thing Sam has ever done. It’s a mess of impulsivity and the unrelenting desire to be touched. But Sam is a big girl and so is Alex and if they both want this to go somewhere, then it should. If Sam really wants to be touched and craved the way she’s wanted for so long, then tomorrow was her best shot.
[alex]: I can’t wait ;-)
My AO3 - My Kofi
#agentreign#sam arias#alex danvers#lena luthor#jess the secretary#supergirl#fic: any stranger I choose#this is gonna be 3 chapters so look out for updates#also feel free to talk to me about this because this was just one of those 'OH GOTTA WRITE THAT' things
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Masterlist
Started: 12/18/2019
Last updated: 09/24/2020
Total works: 16
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Fix You (I_OfTheHawk)
Word count: 3,649, Summary: All in all, Draco Malfoy is not adjusting after the war, but he’s trying his best. He’s made a friend in the most unlikely of place, and he has his mother. When a tragic accident happens Draco is pushed over the edge that he has been teetering on.
Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain (Faith Wood)
Word count: 21,139, Summary: It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.
The Light More Beautiful (firethesound)
Word Count: 81,255, Summary: Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.
Lord of the Rings
Gen/multi
Walking wounded (mirrordance)
Word count: 24,552, Summary: Danger does not stop for grief or injury. For Legolas, there is no rest, respite, or relief on the seemingly endless road between Moria and Lothlorien. He, with the Fellowship he has sworn to serve, has no choice but to move forward, hurting and heartbroken.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Gen/multi
When the Smoke Cleared (Nilly’s Issue)
Word count: 5,877, Summary: A semi-monster hunt goes wrong and Thalia is forced to deal with a concussed Percy. Along the way, she learns a few things. Set between Sea of Monsters and Titan's Curse. [Warning: very subtle Percabeth]
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove
Of fists and firsts (ohmybgosh)
Word count: 2,468, Summary: Will witnesses a moment between Steve and Billy.
Ocean Child (flippyspoon)
Word count: 4,528, Summary: “I’m Steve’s friend,” Billy said, pulling out into the road. “I’m Billy.”
“I’ve never met you,” Erica said, scowling.
“Yeah well, we don’t travel in the same social circles.” Billy wanted a cigarette.
“You look like a criminal,” Erica said.
The Sound of Breathing (aerials)
Word count: 3,832, Summary: Steve was someone Billy allowed into his head and in the long run his god damn heart. And Billy would swear that he didn't love, that he was incapable of feeling something that had never been expressed toward him, or even taught, but how could he ignore that sense of longing and the way Steve crowded his thoughts at 3am when he couldn't sleep.
Billy Hargrove Sucks (flippyspoon)
Word count: 7,871, Summary: Hopper puts Steve in charge of sobering up a wasted Billy Hargrove one afternoon and suddenly things start to make sense. Until they really don't.
Star Trek
Jim Kirk/Leonard “Bones” McCoy
The inherent dangers of coffee dates (MourningElegance)
Word count: 2,476, Summary: Oh fuck, Jim thinks to himself, eyes widening with sudden realization. He eyes the coffee cup in his hand, noticing the telltale hives beginning to peek out from his shirt sleeves. Fucking allergies -- -Of course James Kirk would go into full blown anaphylaxis in a crowded Starbucks. Lucky for him, the cute stranger he just met seems to know an awful lot about medical emergencies...
Jim Kirk/Spock
The Gravity of Never Letting Go (notfreyja)
Word count: 20,230, Summary: After George dies and the Kelvin is destroyed, Winona is left out in the black with a newborn and a choice: go home, or run away from her problems. The consequence for her decision go beyond anything she could have imagined.
Accustomed to slightly lower then natural gravity aboard Federation vessels, an extended stay on Earth is a death sentence for Jim. But he's not going to let that stop him.
Mother, Why (iknewaman)
Word count: 5,892, Summary: The amount of things Spock would put up with for his mother was disconcerting. Like partaking in a social engagement she had predetermined for him and an unknown potential romantic interest.
A blind date. Spock’s mother had set him up on a blind date.
Paper cuts (espressohno)
Word count: 20,439, Summary: It was just one big, happy, drunk (except for Jim), family. Which was an ironic statement, because their family consisted of a recovering alcoholic, a college student who could hardly speak English, a vandal with a Master’s degree, a business owner who should be a model, a Vulcan who makes coffee instead of algorithms, and a maintenance man with a Scottish accent whose name they had just learned an hour ago.But it felt like family, and it felt like Christmas, and it was the exact opposite of why Jim had started drinking in the first place.
The Mystery Lay (noodleinabarrel)
Word count: 2,324, Summary: After having the best lay of his life on the couch of the sleazy club he bartends at, Jim comes home starry-eyed. Bones, however, couldn't give a shit about his roommate's swooning. All he cares about is his half-made guacamole and the avocado Jim promised to buy, but conveniently lost when his mystery man accidentally stole his jacket.
Star Wars
Gen, Multi
Precipice (shadowsong26)
Word count: 211,814, Summary: An AU in which Anakin Skywalker does not follow Mace Windu and the others to Palpatine’s office after they leave to arrest the Chancellor. As a result, he doesn’t get that final push over the edge, and doesn’t Fall.
Poe Dameron/Finn
Burnout (aslipperysloth)
Word count: 6,262, Summary: Poe crash-lands and is trapped in his X-wing. Finn won't let him go out alone, of course. Not if he can help it.“Keep listening and talking, you’re doing really good.”
Young Justice/Batman (All types of Media)
Gen/Multi
Stay with me (Cause you’re all I need) (I_OfTheHawk)
Word count: 2,891, Summary: Pain.
Pain was the first thing he felt and suddenly he was aware of everything. Tim was leaning over him, hands covering something on his chest. He groaned. He tried looking around but everything was so heavy. The weight in his chest blossomed into something unbearable and he tried to grab Tim’s - no Red Robin’s - wrist and push it off.
You’re hurting me
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Some muses that aren’t officially up on my blog yet - these are all OCs. I’m giving you names, faces, and a smol tidbit about them instead of full boring bios.
If you like any of these babies, let me know! I want to use them even if they’re not on the roster!
Toby Keller. 22. Deaf (Uses hearing aids but relies mostly on sign language). Excitable and sweet baby. Loves animals (mostly dogs). Volunteers at shelters in his spare time.
Chance Keller. 38. Toby’s older brother. Fluent in sign language and interprets often for his little brother. Known to sometimes be grumpy. Sailor. Takes Toby with him deep sea fishing occasionally.
Noah Hart. 25. Certified Nicest Guy. Will help anyone and everyone in need. Runs a lighthouse (in his period-piece canon anyway). He has very basic medical training, and unparalleled bedside manner. He loves games and he’s not a fan of danger.
Anna Gleeson. 30. Sailor. Bold, brash, fun, water rat. Don’t take her away from the ocean, she’ll never make it. She loves adventure and danger, and seems fearless most of the time. Laughs a lot, loves often.
Claire Mooreland. 28. Sailor - Anna’s first mate. Quiet, reserved, shy, and totally gay for Anna 99% of the time. She’s a hard worker and good at what she does. She enjoys horseback riding when she’s not on the job.
Harper Mace. 31. Her younger brother and her late husband were killed on the same mission. They were both astronauts. Despite some darkness she keeps inside, she’s a rather lighthearted and eccentric person. She’s a wildlife photographer.
Levi Joy. 27. Mercreature enthusiast. Biggest sweetheart in the world and everyone loves him, but they also think he’s a bit loose in the brain. He will go to extreme lengths to prove mercreatures are real. He also sketches a lot in his free time. Very excitable and loud. Fun person.
Owen Nichols. 43. Lost his teenage son in a robbery to homicide 2 years ago. Ryan was also his only child. Him and his wife split after Ryan’s death. He’s been through therapy and takes anti-depressants and usually fares decently. He’s a college professor working on becoming a first responder paramedic.
Cooper Bailey. 23. Youngest of three brothers. A little bit reckless, ends up becoming a freelance writer and working at his brother’s cardiology clinic at reception.
Miles Bailey. 28. Oldest of three brothers. Minor heart condition. Works as a cardiologist and is a complete and absolute angel baby that loves to laugh. Very soft boy, and very philosophic boy.
James Bailey. 25. Middle of three brothers. Bad attitude and will probably kill you if you mess with either of his brothers. Extremely protective, guarded, and closed off. Sometimes rude. Loves cooking and has a talent with it. Ends up owning his own restaurant.
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NWSL Draft 2019
1st Round
1st: Chicago Red Stars - Tierna Davidson (Stanford)
2nd: Sky Blue FC - Hailie Mace (UCLA)
3rd: Washington Spirit - Jordan Dibasi (Stanford)
4th: Washington Spirit - Samantha Staab (Clemson)
5th: North Carolina Courage - Leah Pruitt (University of Southern California)
6th: Sky Blue FC - Julia Ashley (University of North Carolina)
7th: Washington Spirit - Tegan McGrady (Stanford)
8th: Washington Spirit - Dorian Bailey (University of North Carolina)
9th: North Carolina Courage - Hailey Harbison (Pepperdine)
2nd Round
10th: Sky Blue FC - Paige Monaghan (Butler)
11th: Sky Blue FC - Julie James (Baylor)
12th: Houston Dash - Ally Prisock (University of Southern California)
13th: Houston Dash - Cece Kizer (Mississippi)
14th: North Carolina Courage - Lauren Milliet (Colorado College)
15th: Chicago Red Stars - Maria Sanchez (Santa Clara University)
16th: Houston Dash - Betsy Brandon (University of Virginia)
17th: Washington Spirit - Bayley Feist (Wake Forest)
18th: Houston Dash - Kayla McCoy (Duke)
3rd Round
19th: Sky Blue FC - Kyra Carusa (Georgetown)
20th: Chicago Red Stars - Bianca St. Georges (West Virginia University)
21st: Houston Dash - Jazmin Jackmon (Oregon)
22nd: Houston Dash - Grace Cutler (West Virginia University)
23rd: Utah Royals - Michelle Maemone (Pepperdine)
24th: Portland Thorns - Emily Ogle (Penn State)
25th: Orlando Pride - Erin Greening (University of Colorado Boulder)
26th: Chicago Red Stars - Kayla Sharples (Northwestern)
27th: Utah Royals - Madeline Nolf (Penn State)
4th Round
28th: Sky Blue FC - Kaylin Marckese (Florida)
29th: Sky Blue FC - Kenie Wright (Rutgers)
30th: Orlando Pride - Marisa Viggiano (Northwestern)
31st: Chicago Red Stars - April Bockin (Minnesota)
32nd: Utah Royals - Alexandra Kimball (University of North Carolina)
33rd: Chicago Red Stars - Hannah Davison (Northwestern)
34th: Sky Blue FC - Sabrina Flores (Notre Dame)
35th: Chicago Red Stars - Jenna Szczesny (Loyola Chicago)
36th: North Carolina Courage - Kaycie Tillman (Florida State)
#nwsl#nwsldraft#Chicago Red Stars#sky blue fc#washington spirit#utah royals#portland thorns#houston dash#orlando pride#north carolina courage#seattle reign
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My Two Cents: Traitors and Cowards
New Post has been published on https://funnypics365.com/2021/01/05/my-two-cents-traitors-and-cowards/
My Two Cents: Traitors and Cowards
Original Post: http://ishouldbelaughing.blogspot.com/2021/01/my-two-cents-traitors-and-cowards.html
Clearly, that other party doesn’t know when they’ve been beaten at the ballot box, or they are so terrified of a racist rapist transphobic, criminal con man adulterous impeached one-term lame-duck loser, that they will deny the rule of law, deny our own Constitution, in an effort to overturn an election that has been won by Biden and lost by that other guy, because at least 140 House ReTHUGlicans will likely be joining GOP Senator Josh Hawley, of Missouri, and ten other ReTHUGlican Senators in objecting to the Electoral College results.
As a result, the two chambers of our Congress will be forced to debate for two hours before Joe Biden is declared the winner since Democrats hold the majority in the House and most Senate Republicans—the ones who aren’t traitors—will likely join Senate Democrats in certifying the results over those objections.
Plainly speaking, ReTHUGlicans are working to subvert a legal election to keep _____ in power because they are afraid that when they run for reelection ______ will not support them and actively campaign against them. These ReTHUGlicans are putting themselves, ______, and whatever will be left of the GOP over this country, over the Constitution, over democracy.
It will not be forgotten. Even as other members of the GOP speak out against this lunacy; that, except for a few in Congress. GOP Senator Lisa Murkowski from Alaska said:
“I think it’s awful. I am going to support my oath to the Constitution. That’s the loyalty test here.”
Mitt Romney, GOP Senator from Utah called Hawley’s move “disappointing and destructive, while Ben Sasse claims its Hawley’s ambition to place himself in the position to run for president one day.
Even the GOP Senator from Mississippi, Roger Wicker, says:
“I’m going to vote to certify the election. I don’t think it’s a good idea and I don’t understand his reasoning.”
Let’s make it perfectly queer: ______ lost the popular vote by some 8 million votes … lost the Electoral College by a count of 306 to 232 … lost all efforts for recounts … offered no evidence of voter fraud … was told by his own Pit Bull Attorney General that the election was fair … and was soundly sent packing by a Supreme Court that he, himself, packed with conservative justices.
Now, while I tried to find the names of those 140 GOP Congressman, and given that most are silently sitting by because they have no spines, no balls, I do have the names of those 11 ReTHUGlican senators who are saying they will vote on January 6 to reject the electors from certain states—just the ones _____ lost; remember the names of these cowards and traitors to our country:
Ted Cruz
Ron Johnson
James Lankford
Steve Daines
John Kennedy
Marsha Blackburn
Mike Braun
Cynthia Lummis
Roger Marshall
Bill Hagerty
Tommy Tuberville
Remember them. Bounce them from office the very next time they are up for reelection, even if, no, even when, they turn tail and say were _____’s lapdogs and cowards and traitors to this country.
A group of seven House Republicans—Ken Buck from Colorado, Chip Roy from Texas, Nance Mace, newly elected by South Carolina, and Thomas Massie of Kentucky—released a statement, also signed by Kelly Armstrong of North Dakota, Mike Gallagher of Wisconsin, and Tom McClintock of California making it clear that the US Constitution gives states—not Congress—responsibility for selecting electors.
The voters selected Joe Biden; every state in the Union certified the results of their elections, whether it was _____ or Biden as the winner; the Electoral College cast the majority of their votes for Biden; sixty lawsuits were filed claiming voter fraud and all sixty were dismissed; SCOTUS told _____ to get over it.
We’re over it. The GOP, led by traitors Hawley and Cruz have not gotten over it, and they must not be forgotten.
Vote Blue. Always. Teach the GOP, or what’s left of it, and _____, or what’s left of him, that this behavior is unamerican and traitorous and wrong. Pay attention to what happens this week, and what your Senators and Congressman do, and vote accordingly. Send a message that this kind of behavior will never be voted for, will not be tolerated or won’t ever be rewarded.
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New Haven Police Close 'The Doors'
uncredited writer, The New York Times, 11 December 1967
NEW HAVEN — The police stopped a rock ’n’ roll concert at the New Haven Arena, forcibly removed the lead singer of "The Doors” group and arrested three journalists late last night.
Those arrested were Jim Morrison, 24 years old, of Los Angeles, leader of “The Doors,” one of the nation’s leading rock groups; Michael Zwefin, music critic for The Village Voice; Tim Page, a freelance photographer on assignment for Life magazine, and Miss Yvonne V. Chabrier, researcher for Life.
According to the police, Mr. Morrison was giving an “indecent and immoral exhibition” when he was off the stage.
One witness, Fred Powledge, a writer working on a rock ’n’ roll story, said Mr. Morrison started singing a song and then began a monologue concerning an earlier confrontation with a policeman in a dressing room.
Use of Mace Reported
“Morrison,” Mr. Powledge said “told the audience of about 2,000 persons that he was talking to a girl in the dressing room when a policeman came and told the couple to move. Morrison said he hesitated, and the officer sprayed Mace in his eyes.”
Mace is a form of tear gas the police use in attempting to quell persons who become violent.
The police gave a different version of what had happened in the dressing room.
Lieut. James P. Kelly wrote in his arrest report that Mr. Morrison and an 18-year-old co-ed from nearby Southern Connecticut State College were “standing and kissing” in the dressing room.
The patrolman said he asked the performer to leave and a scuffle broke out. The officer said he used Mace on Mr. Morrison to subdue him.
At this point, Richard Loron of New York, Mr. Morrison’s agent, pleaded with the police not to arrest the singer so he could appear with his act. The police agreed, and Mr. Morrison was allowed on stage with “The Doors”—the last act in the show being staged for a New Haven college scholarship ifund.
Mr. Powledge'said that when Mr; Morrison began his narrative of the dressing-room incident, “the lights came on and six officers dragged Morrison off the stage."
Lieutenant Kelly told the audience the show was over.
The police contended they had received complaints from audience members who did not like foul language that the performer allegedly used.
The audience left the arena, and several scuffles broke out between the police and the crowd.
Mr. Page, the photographer, said he was arrested while taking a picture of a policeman "roughing up a kid.”
The police said Mr. Page, Mr. Zwerin and Miss Chabrier were arrested for “breach of the peace, interfering with an officer and resisting arrest.” They were released on $300 bond each.
Mr. Morrison, in addition to the indecent exhibition charge, was cited with breach of the peace and resisting a policeman. He was released on $1,500 bond.
#the doors#jim morrison#new haven#counterculture#obscenity#bust#law and order#concert#live#1967#1960s#sixties#60s
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