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[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 37/41

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Cunnilingus, Unprotected PiV, Fellatio, cum kink, sad parting angst

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

After your fuck-a thon, you both showered  and decided sleep was in order. His naked form curled around yours for hours. You know because sleep never came for you.  Nervous, excited, mournful, you were bringing all your therapy tools to bear to keep from losing your mind. 

You creep out from under Austin’s harboring arm and slip his robe around your shoulders, it smelled like him, clean, masculine, just a hint of cedar, lavender and myrrh with vanilla undertones, the oil blend he liked to wear sometimes. 

Arguments could be made for it being both ridiculously early and stupendously late.  Sitting at the kitchen island, chin resting on your stacked fists, flip-flopping thoughts race through your mind. The same what-if queries and worries that have been pestering the edges of your consciousness  alongside the excitement for this opportunity. 

Now, actually face to face with your choices, you make some important decisions about how you will deal with the next 7 months. Yes, you are gonna miss Austin, and yes it is scary. But if you spend the whole time moping and whining it would be a waste of your experience. Time to hoist up your Big Girl Unicorn panties and remind yourself of the girl that shipped herself and her tools off to freakin’ Hong Kong to start this crazy adventure. Ok, that girl was running away, but maybe, just maybe she was running to herself in the process. She was brave, she was ballsy as hell, and she wasn’t taking anything for granted. 

You knew you would stay true to Austin, he was just TOO good to you, too good for you.  He would still be there when you left the Ice, and if he wasn’t, then you would at least know… Know what? That this was never real? 

‘Of course it’s real, girl!’

Ah, there she is!

’Quit being a whiny, doubting, little bitch.”

‘Hey! don’t call us names!’ 

“ Well if the shoe fits! You gotta trust him, he fucking loves us. Did you see the way he looked at us last night? Have I ever steered you wrong?” 

‘Well there was that time in Buenos Aries…’ 

“Fuck, I mean about this kinda stuff… we both know I’m a slut that’ll try anything once.” 

You laugh softly. “I guess you are right, I’m too deep in at this point anyway.” you say out loud.

‘In for a penny?’

‘In for a pound.’

Feeling better, but not sleepy, your eyes land upon a stack of sticky notes. With a smile you begin to write notes to Austin. You hide them all over the apartment where he will find them. On his favorite foods in the fridge, his favorite coffee mug, in the microwave, under the spoons, in cabinets you know he’ll open. You quietly open the door to his office and go to work. Hiding some under your favorite pictures of Elvis, placing them under his chair, in his laptop, tucked into his books and in his notes. 

Lucky for you, he keeps his clothes in this closet. So you make sure every one of his clean clothes has at least one note in the pocket, if not two. You tucked them between his underwear and into his clean socks. Happy faces and quotes in and under his shoes. Notes saying I love you, notes carrying silly comments about whatever they got stuck on. Happy thoughts, ‘remember when’s’, song lyrics, and little stick figures  hidden everywhere.  You just go on and on, mostly silly things to let him know that you are thinking of him and to make him think of you when you are gone. You started to count them, but lost count after 100, so you figure around 150 purple square sticky notes are scattered throughout the apartment. 

Your eyes land on the bedside table drawer, you’ve never had cause to open it. Should you leave a note in there? You doubt that he would look there, since it was never used. On a whim you pull open the drawer. There is a tattered old workout shirt of his balled up in it. Weird, why would that be in there? You pull it out, intent on putting it in his wash, when something clatters to the floor, hitting your toe and rolling under the bed. You stifle a curse and reach under the bed, feeling around. You come up with a small, black box with a hinged lid. 

Holy. Mother. Fucker. Is this what you think it is? You look around to make sure he hasn’t woken up and come to find you.   

‘Oh no, we are not opening that!’ you tell yourself.

‘Just a peek,’ she is always up to mischief. 

‘We shouldn’t, it’s probably one of his Elvis-esque rings he likes to wear,’ you rationalize. 

‘Yes, of course, that he keeps wrapped in an old ripped up metallica shirt in the only drawer that you have never looked in before.” 

Before you can argue, it’s open.  It’s a gorgeous diamond ring in the shape of a heart with teardrop sapphires in infinity swirls with channel set diamonds on either side. They perfectly match your necklace and earrings. You are dumbfounded, staring at it for seconds on end. Then you quickly you close the box, wrap it back up the way you *think* it looked before  and shove it back in the drawer. Your heart is beating wildly.

You leave the room and go to the second bathroom and shut the door. You splash cold water on your face and  stare in the mirror. 

What. The. Fuck. Clearly that is meant for you. Clearly you don’t need to worry about him being serious about this relationship. And clearly he didn’t mean for you to find it. FUCK.

‘Told you,’ she smirks.  

“Yeah, thanks,” you say out loud. 

Is it even an engagement ring or just part of the set of jewelry? Apart from telling him you were engaged once, you have never, ever, not even once spoken about marriage to Austin. You haven’t let yourself even begin to think about it since you were burned so hard. How the fuck do you even FEEL about marriage now? 

‘Better figure that out, sweetheart.’

‘So unhelpful all of a sudden,’ you mentally huff.

Do you tell him you found it? Would it ruin everything? Do you just try to forget about it and let yourself be surprised? 

You decide the latter, you don’t want to assume anything  or force his hand in anyway. You would hate for either of you to rush into anything, especially at a time already fraught with emotions. You are kinda glad it happened. This way, whether or not it’s an engagement ring, it gives you the impetus to really look at how you feel. Not that you can figure that out right now. As you think more about it, you find that just the idea that he might, maybe, want to actually make you his, seems to quell every worry you’ve been having about going away. 

Once you calm down and shove the knowledge of the ring into a mental compartment and TRY to close the lid, it's about 5 o’clock in the morning. Austin is still asleep, and you are still on an adrenaline high from finding the uh... thing you are not thinking about and supposed to be forgetting.

You decide to channel your energy into something productive and make biscuits for breakfast.  About 40 minutes later, you have a plate heaped with hot biscuits, butter and jam as well as two insulated travel mugs of hot coffee on a tray. You intend on just setting it on the dresser and curling back into Austin’s arms as though the biscuit fairy left them for you. As you walk towards the master and just before you nudge the door open, you hear Austin sleepily calling your name. 

“Kit’en” he sleepily mumbles again, as you open the door. His hand is haphazardly feeling around for you in the bed, only half awake in the darkened room. 

“Right here, love,” you say, setting the tray down, peeling his robe off your shoulders and sliding into his arms. 

“Whered’ya go?” he curls around you again. 

“I couldn't sleep,” you say.  

“Oh, when I couldn’t find you. I thought you’d left me,” he kisses your forehead, more awake now. 

“Oh Austin, my sweet, sweet love, just because I’m going, doesn't mean I’m leaving you,” you kiss the hollow of this throat. 

“I know, baby, I know. I’m just not… I wasn’t awake enough I guess.” he snuggles you in closer taking a deep breath in,  “and why do I smell baking?” 

“Oh,” you snicker,” I made biscuits.” 

“You are… so silly and so amazing,” he sighs into your eyes in the shadowy room. “When do we have to leave?”

“We need to be driving away by 11, so get ready to leave by 10:30,” you had thought this out several times. 

“So in the shower by ten, if I have my dirty way with you,” he smiles, ”What time is it now?” 

“Almost 6,” Your hand traces a line down to the curve of his butt and along his outer thigh. 

“That might be enough time,” he smiles down at you, and kisses your nose, “I'll be right back.”

He gets up and goes to the bathroom. You snag some mints just to be on the safe side and set your alarm for 9:30 so you don’t have to think about time. 

“I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep,” he says, sliding between the sheets, smelling faintly of toothpaste, “do you want to try to get a little rest before we go?” 

“I’m gonna have 2 weeks of quarantine in a hotel room, I will catch up on sleep then,” you reach for him, ”right now I only want you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he rolls on top of you, capturing your lips with his. 

His minty kisses are sweet, loving. His lips gently nibbling yours, the tip of his tongue barely peeking out to brush against your lips.  He nibbles and kisses along your jawline to under your  ear and down your neck. His hands roam gently on your upper body, Your fingertips trail along his back and down his arms. 

No matter how many times he has lain on you; kissed you; held you in his arms; you will NEVER get tired of it. 

“What else was on your list from last night, Kitten? Oh yeah, your juices dripping down my chin,“ he waggles his eyebrows and ducks down under the covers. You feel him gently push your legs apart. 

“Oh no,” you say, flipping the covers back.

“But Kitten …,” his look is almost pouty. 

“Oh, you are gonna eat that pussy, I just need to watch you do it,” you push his pillow under yours and lace your hands behind your neck, curving up to watch him work his tongue-in-pussy spells. 

“Who’s pussy?” he smirks, lowering down to his stomach, eyes on yours. 

“Mmmm, yours baby,” your voice gravelly with thirst, completely mesmerized by his sexy blue gaze.

His velvety tongue barely brushes the arch housing your clit. Your chest expands in an inhale. Slowly, but softy, his tongue ever wider, he moves down, down, licking inch by delicious inch. Your eyes widen, but never leave his,  as sparks emanate from everywhere his tongue touches. 

“All yours, every inch of me Austin, all yours,” you hear yourself saying breathily. 

He chuckles and finally breaks eye contact. He buries his face in your cunt, licking a wide swath up your pussy. 

He tilts his head slightly to the left and sucks one of your smooth outer labia into his mouth. As he releases suction, his tongue drags sideways just under your clit, gathering the next inch of your labia into the vacuum of his mouth. He does this over and over, down the entire length of one side of your pussy. 

Your inbreath shaky with each suction, an ‘oh’ out with each taste of his tongue. Near the bottom, he pushes your legs wider and  his tongue reaches deep into your wet cleft, slowly tongue fucking you. 

Your little sounds of pleasure reach his ears and spur him on. He laps up to your clit in short wide licks, then starts down the other side. 

You take in the whole of the picture between your legs.  His eyes are closed in pure indulgence,  his own noises of aroused pleasure flowing into your pussy. His hands: one pressing your right leg wide, the other wrapped under and around the hip crease of your left. You see the inward curve appear and disappear on the sides of his ass as he slowly rutts his cock on the sheets underneath him. 

Oh my god it’s beautiful. So good and so fucking beautiful you may melt and fuse into the bedclothes. The tightness winding deep inside you starts to accelerate. Your hands abandon your neck for his unruly shock of blackest black hair. 

His tongue starts flicking your clit, sucking it in, both hands now wrapped around your hip bones. Your breathy moans quicken, get deeper, louder. He knows you are close by the way your hips are pressing against his face, by the substance of the sounds you are making, by the tugging of his hair. 

He knows you now. 

He knows that all you need now to cum are his long, artful fingers slipping inside you; curling, flicking, fucking you. As he slides them in, your back arches in pleasure and “Fuck YES!” gusts from your mouth. His lips suck your clit in and his head shakes fast between your legs as his fingers go deep. 

You curl up, yanking his head tight to you, hips vibrating against his face. You are staring down at him, forehead creased,  teeth clenched but lips slack, pupils blown with lust. Suddenly his lids raise and his eyes are staring at yours, holding you in his trance, unable to utter a sound. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers, spiraling to your core. Your body revolts from this curled position and throws you down on your back again, breaking the spell of his eyes. 

‘Oh! M- “ you try to pant out, but he is immediately on top of you. His cock ramming into you, filling your pussy with his hard dick. It is fucking amazing. 

You hadn’t stopped cumming from his mouth and you definitely are not done yet. Not with him kissing you with your own juices dripping off his chin.  Not with his hands gripping your hair. Not with the precious weight of his body pinning you to the bed.  Not with the pounding he is giving you. 

He holds your head  tight so your high pitched screams can be muzzled by his demanding mouth. Your fingernails dig into his rear delts, using that as purchase to thrash under him. You are in literal throes of pleasure. 

Suddenly his mouth comes off yours and he grits his teeth sucking in a breath. Then he stops, deep in you. Your panting breaths shaking against his chest.  

“You wanna... watch me cum?” he says between hard breaths. 

He could not have uttered a more scorching question.

“Fuck yes,”  is all you can get out. 

He pulls out of you and rolls you both over. You sit up, catching your breath, as he squirts some lube into his hand.  You back up, straddling one of his thighs, but before he can get his lubed hand to himself, you slide your mouth over his cock. Licking and sucking off your slick.  

“Oh my god, Kitten,” he moans. 

It occurs to you that both his face and cock are covered in your cum. Just the thought has you burning for more.

You pull off and he goes to work on his cock. His fist is light at first, then quickly tighter as it’s evident that it won’t take long. You watch how fucking hot he is and realize your hips are humping his leg. Wet labia grinding along his flexed quads. Now his leg is covered in you too.  

“Fuck baby, ride me. Use me. I fucking love it,” he says with heated breath through clenched teeth. 

His eyes bounce between watching you torment his leg to watching his own hand wrapped around his cock.  

Fist pumping, forearm straining, pecs flexed, brows furrowed, face and cock red. He’s close and holy fuck he is so far past merely hot.   

“Yeah baby,  cum for me. I wanna see it, Oh god you are so…” you can’t finish the thought, your mind is too far gone. 

"Here it comes baby, all for you," he manages to get out. 

Streams of milky white gush from his throbbing cock over his flexed belly and lower chest.

“GAAAAAHHHH FUUUUCK” his voice tearing from his chest, eyes closed. You wrap your hand around his, forcing him to keep stroking himself. Three long jerks of his cock. The last of his semen dripping from him.

“YES! YES! YES!”  he screams on each stroke you make him give himself. His eyes fly open, to meet yours, as if to find a hold on reality. 

Screw reality.

You have never been this ridiculously turned on. You don’t even stop to consider what you are doing, you just want to be covered in his cum too. You swing your leg over him to mount his cum-covered torso. He instinctively flexes his stomach anticipating your weight on him.  You squish down onto his messy stomach, rubbing your frenzied pussy in the milky mess, your hands pressed against his shoulders.

Watching your lips and clit  drag over his sternum in up-close Panavision, his face is a mix of surprise and ruttish arousal. He isn't sure what’s happening and honestly,  neither are you.  

But, as though being whipped by the devil himself, you just can’t stop riding his chest.

“Fucking hot” he grabs your hips to assist your motion. “You like rubbing yourself in my cum? Are you my minxy little cum wench, baby.” 

“Yes, fucking yes,” each word underlined with a forward hip thrust, “It’s MY cum, all of it “ your walls clench down hard and you feel a surge swell inside, ”fucking mine.”  You rise up off him and flick your fingertips across your clit, pushing with your internal muscles.  Sweet clear fluid surges  across his chest. 

 “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” you scream, jerking your hips as you squirt all over him. 

“Oh my fucking god,” he moans, head back, baptized in your essence. 

He pushes your hips back with one hand,  angling his still hard cock with the other. 

Still at your apex when he sinks you onto his cock, you didn’t even know it was what you were missing. He immediately thrusts hard into your saturated and wanting pussy. 

You back arches and your hands come to his bent legs. Bent so he can fuck you harder. He is spurring you on from the inside; deep, solid and fast. 

“Oh my- Oh my- oh my-” you keep repeating as he impales you, "GAAAWWWWWHHHH!” you wail high pitched and loud, head jerking on your neck from his motion. Your next peak roaring through you from center to past your extremities. You swear you are glowing. 

Shaking, you carreen forward onto his bedraggled chest, all moans and uncontrolled twitches. But his hands hold your hips in place, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.  He is still intent on fucking you, in fact he never misses a beat, driving into you over and over and over. 

You practically flounder on top of him. Your hands scrabbling at this shoulders to find a hand hold, to ground yourself as you become overwhelmed by his ardent fucking. 

Then you are on your back, Austin’s hands lace into yours, holding them above your head. His eyes are black and wild and determined as he pummels into using gravity to fuck you even harder than before. His ancient and primordial need overrides all other sensibilities. 

Under him, anchored by him, you are bellowing nonsense sounds over and over.   Together you are fucking, messy glory and the definition of magnificence in raging pursuit of this riotous, cardinal  ecstasy.

His mouth opens as his eyes shut, releasing the most primal scream you have ever heard. His muscles go taut, the cords of his neck stand out, his face red and dripping with sweat and your cum. His spine snakes above you as his cock spasms, draining whatever he has left inside you. You clench down on him in what, another orgasm? An aftershock? Hard to say since you aren’t sure you ever stopped cumming. He jolts and shakes, almost headbutting you. 

Then, finally spent, you are both just trembling, chests heaving together. Your legs wrap around him, pulling his weight to you. He lets go of your hands and you shroud him in your arms. He nuzzles into your neck, puffing out breath, arms tucked under your shoulders. This is true rapture, you are sure of it, as long as you stay in the right now. 

After some time, he rolls you both onto your sides. Legs and arms still intertwined, you doze, wet, sticky  and so fucking content to just be in the moment. 

Your 9:30 alarm wakes you. Your eyes open to his ocean blue ones. Especially oceanic now as tears fill the inner corner of his one eye and course across the temple of the other.  A sad smile tugs at the corner of his lips as your eyes take in his face. You rise to all fours on top of him. Saying nothing, you merely nod.   Kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips as your own tears mingle with his. 

He crushes you to him. Neither of you want to let go. Tears run freely. 

After a quietly cathartic few minutes, crying and clinging to one another, you drag him into the shower. You wash the mix of cum, sweat, and tears from his gorgeous body, noticing the little half moons your nails left on his shoulders, you rub them and tell him you are sorry. He just shakes his head and smiles at you. He washes your hair, gives you the best shower kisses, and gently and lovingly scrubs your skin head to toe. 

He then seals, with a bevy of loving kisses, each well earned bruise and mark you have from last night’s revelry: bite marks on your neck, finger bruises your wrists, a myriad of bruises on each cheek of your ass, the faint rope marks along your upper thighs and ankles. He finishes on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses onto your mons and outer labia. Water runs down your torso. He laps at the water running down your lips as though it were the water of life. 

You feel yourself start to rise again inside. You look at the clock through the steamy shower stall,  10:01. You look back down at him, tongue probing high between your labia, his eyes asking.  You nod. 

His eyes close and he buries his face in your snatch. You push the shower head to the side, and pull your lips apart for him. His fingers flow inside you. He knows every button you have, every little erotic spot. Every pass of his tongue placed perfectly, every suction the perfect pressure, each drive of his fingers is perfection. In a matter of minutes you are cumming again on his fingers and into his mouth, moaning his name in the heat of the shower.

He stands, kissing you, tasting like you. 

“I’m sorry, I just had to give you one last one,” his voice barely above a  whisper. 

You take his head in your hands, shaking your head and smiling. You plant a deep kiss on his lips. You feel his cock bounce against you, hard yet again. Your eyebrows raise as you pull away from him.

“Do you think you can go again?” you smile at him.

He shrugs with a shy smile, “I don’t think we have time, Kitten.” 

You look at the clock, 10:10. “Wanna know a secret? I lied, we don’t have to leave until 11:15,” and you sink to your knees, his cock in your hand.

Just as he knows you, you know him. Engulfing his wet cock in your mouth,  your tongue swirling his tip. Taking him deep, deep, making him slick with spit. Your hand wraps his cock, pumping in time with your mouth. His moans echo in the tiled shower.  He holds your head and gloriously fucks your mouth. Soon you feel his balls tighten to his body. Your moans urging him on. With a loud groan, his cum spurts down your throat, thick and salty. You swallow him for the last time, at least for a while.  

He lifts you to your feet, kissing you hard. 

You finish showering quickly. He makes little butter and jelly sandwiches out of the biscuits to take with you in the car as you shove the last few essentials into your carry on.  You miraculously leave at 11:00. He had insisted on driving you to the airport in the Range Rover. 

He actually handles driving on the other side of the road with no problem.

You feed him bits of biscuit and sip coffee as you watch him drive. Not caring that Australia is slipping by outside, only that your time with him is. It feels like the end of an era. When you say this to him, his only comment is that all endings are just beginnings in disguise. 

You silently wonder about the little black box wrapped in a metallica shirt, shoved into the drawer of disuse. Was it really meant for you? When, if ever, will he give it to you? Then you shove that thought aside. You are forgetting about it, right?

You’ll be back here, even if just to get your tools and things. But who knows if Austin will still be here. So much is up in the air. But one thing is for certain, you realized in the shower when he was kissing all your little marks, you are ready and willing to spend the rest of your life with those kisses whether or not he asks you to marry him. 

Authors Note: Despite the title, no, this is not the end!

#Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove #@richardslady121

[dangan-kagura]

I think my biggest misgiving with your "Why I Don't Like Ibuki Mioda" post is simply that heavy metal =/= death metal. There are many subgenres of "heavy metal" that Ibuki could logically land in without landing in "death metal," and the few song titles of hers that we know of (aside from that one "I thought up a new song" moment) don't seem to align with the usual themes of death metal - those being the infamous "I Squeezed Out the Baby But Have No Idea Who the Father Is" and the less-funny "From Me to You Too." On the flip side, though, you've got two screenshots in there of quotes from her that sound "death metal"-ish, at least. So you do that have that on your side. But I've always taken Ibuki to be more of the general "heavy metal/metal" than "death metal." Because it's just like you say - the death metal genre simply doesn't fit her personality and vibes. It doesn't make sense to me for that to be her selected area of expertise. But let me step back to address the comment I made to that post earlier and your subsequent reply: If you want to know why/how Hope's Peak would let Ibuki just play whatever bizarre genre she likes instead of making her adhere to the genre that got her the "Ultimate Musician" distinction, I think we can easily answer that. Because throughout the canon games and official AUs (meaning "Ultimate Talent Development Program" and Danganronpa S), Hope's Peak never provides much direction OR discipline to their chosen students. They believe in allowing the students they scout to "develop their talent" however they damn well please... up to and including methods that actively interfere with the school's own campus and classes, apparently. So of course the board of Hope's Peak wouldn't care if she was over there doing *literally anything* as long as it was vaguely music-related. They don't even make these people attend classes, for god's sake. If Ibuki wanted to stand in a field and repeatedly bang a flute into her head, I doubt they'd object. Because they kinda suck? :P Ah, but you brought up Hiyoko, so of course I've gotta waste text on HER too. A least-fave character of mine, but a favorite topic of mine all the same. I've also long questioned whether Hiyoko's "bullies" even exist, given that A) Saionji is such an unreliable source of information in general and B) like, how? How would anyone "bully" someone who is so incredibly cruel and aggressive? Would they not be swiftly destroyed in response? How does anyone bully someone who is such a vicious bully herself? I guess I just haven't ever seen it done in RL, but that doesn't mean it's impossible - especially in fiction. (As to "Why would someone like Hiyoko like squishing ants?" I'd simply say "Based on all available evidence, she greatly enjoys tormenting anything and anyone weaker than her.")

I don't know how to best respond to your first paragraph, but I'll say this. I think it would've been better if Ibuki did try to make references to all sorts of rock bands, even the ones that aren't metal related, otherwise, I can only see her as the type that is only limited to a specific subgenre. I personally think Ibuki would fit perfectly with the Guilty Gear setting which has all sorts of classic rock and metal references. As a former fan of Guilty Gear, I probably could tolerate Ibuki just a little bit if she was canonically into the same kind of bands Guilty Gear has made reference to (e.g. Queen, Iron Maiden, Guns 'N' Roses). And from my experience, Guilty Gear hasn't made any references to modern rock (except maybe in the Xrd games) so back when I was a fan, I didn't have to worry about any of that screamo crap.

That second paragraph, I think I understand what you meant a little better. But Hope's Peak aside, I still think Ibuki is one of those characters that needs more character development. I've read that lots of fans were disappointed with the DR3 despair arc since it didn't really provide much depths for the backstories for Class 77-B. And compared to everyone else's free time events, Ibuki's FTEs don't have much details about her backstory since they were all about her trying to cheer Hajime up. Just saying that she got hit in the head with coconuts and going to a different country on an illegal fishing boat doesn't really provide anything related to her music career. And the fact that she went to Shiba Academy which is an all-girls school only gives me an idea as to why Ibuki is bisexual, if she went to an all-girls school, Ibuki grew up with less boys in her life and at some point found herself sexually into girls. I'm not complaining about that fact, it's a little interesting for other reasons.

As for Hiyoko, I've read that "her chosen bloodline was constantly targeted by conspiracies and assassinations due to jealous people. As a child, she constantly suffered cruel and even life-threatening pranks and threats, like having pins in her shoes, dead mice scattered all over her bed, and poisoned food." That's how I assumed Hiyoko grew up with a bullying problem. Meaning when she was very little, Hiyoko probably didn't have that spoiled brat personality, but because she was a target for assassins and bullies as the heiress of the Saoinji Clan, at some point in her life, she developed her own bullying as a self-defense to protect herself. And when she attended Golden Light Girl's Institute, "it's heavily implied that she never had any friends due to growing a mean and distrustful personality in order to defend herself in the past." Some of these are mentioned in her free time events.

This Amino post should include some info on Hiyoko's past.

This character analysis video by Weeby Newz should also help in a way.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #blog #ask blog #ibuki's music #ibuki mioda music #hopey mchope

[igotswag77]

Do Chiss Share Personal Accomplishments And Pride Publicly?

Do Chiss Share Personal Accomplishments And Pride Publicly?

Ponder this flipped comments created by SWAG77 to have Grand Admiral Thrawn saying it. The individual said this real-life comment publicly. The real-life individual who boasted about it creates an atmosphere of awkwardness. It’s nonsense. If Thrawn said this comment, what would people think? It is not a matter with which we agree or disagree, and it is a matter of why? READ MORE (more…)

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[dangermousie]

CFC Chapter 54

“A crashing car?” Ahahahaha I see you, Meatbun. But it was indeed an utter pileup!

I know I commented on this passage in its various iterations eight billion times already but I still have more to say. And it’s that XQC taking so long to realize that even though HY is young, his emotions and feelings are as genuine and strong as those of anyone older is so realistic - people do tend to think that especially with regard to children - think of a reaction of an adult to a three year old crying over ice cream they dropped. It’s all amused even if not meanly so. Because to an adult with vastly more experience, this is not a big deal. But what that forgets is that whether it’s ridiculous to someone else or not, to the person at issue that is a real feeling, AND that of course a person can only feel through the lens of their experience - what else is there? Emotions aren’t any less valid because they are informed by lesser or different experience.

Honestly, to me so far this is one of the driving messages of the novel - everyone is in their own world of issues and pain and none of these characters can truly look through the lens of another person and it would be so much better if they did. To XQC, for so long, He Yu’s strong feelings (and we know so many of these feelings are awful - despair, and self-loathing, and loneliness) never quite felt real and therefore never quite felt fully valid. And by the time it wasn’t the case, it was too late.

But the same is true for He Yu - he is so concentrated on his own grievances and his own pain, he cannot perceive others’ different issues. In He Yu’s mind, he’s the winner and always champion of Misery Olympics and while he’s had a horrible time of it, that doesn’t mean other people didn’t either just in different ways. Whether because of his condition, his issues or just his age, HY is not empathetic in the least.

And think about it - XQC does not have a horrible illness. He does not have unfeeling parents. But he had to watch his beloved parents brutally murdered in front of his eyes at 13 (!!!!) and then had to raise a 5 year old by himself. Is it worse or better than HY’s trauma? That’s a matter of opinion but what there is no question about is that is a different type of trauma and a different type of scar. Or think about the patient in the asylum whose name I am too lazy to look up - her life is such a theater of horrors that to me, it makes the combined issues of HY and XQC seem small, though once again that’s subjective. Nobody wins when people start this sort of competition.

My heart breaks for XQC but also - I am sorry - if/when HY x XQC hook up again (how? I have no idea! But that is one of the joys of Meatbun - I both have no idea how/where it’s going and utterly trust her), please have He Yu read up and learn things because Good God. You should not be in major pain the morning after unless you are into pain and XQC clearly is not!

The other thing is the bit about XQC forcing himself to walk in his usual ramrod-straight manner is the moment I went utterly gone for him. I mean, I liked him and found him interesting before. But this is the thing that flipped that invisible switch for me and I went rabid and irrational and now I am Team XQC and I don’t care what he wants and does from now on, he should have it. It’s so small but so real. My mother and her mother were both big on straight posture. And one of the reasons they gave was when you walk with good posture - you look confident but also it makes you feel confident and stronger. And I’ve actually found it to be true - when you throw your shoulders back and straighten your neck and hold your head up, it does not just give others a signal, it gives a signal to your own brain. So to see XQC insist on doing it, despite being emotionally and physically shattered - because of his pride refusing to give up, because he’s so unbending, but also this being some sort of instinctive armor, just hits straight through the heart.

OK, I laughed at HY as a fucking machine. But also, this is another point in the whole “everyone has issues” narrative and HY’s life could be worse. HY, with all his other issues, can pay an insane amount, an amount that XQC could not pay in a million years, so easily. It’s not even a blip to him. Hell, the fact that he forgot to pay speaks to that - I can see forgetting to pay a friend a couple of bucks back right away because it’s not much money. HY forgets because it does not loom in his mind. And this rich lifestyle is instinctive, is ingrained in him. I think he’d find it hard to be poor.

THAT is what he’s thinking about? Priorities are...

The sole good thing that came out of this insanity is that XQC is getting in touch with his emotions, even if those emotions are (rightly) rage. He’s too closed off from them normally.

The fact that you slept with a man should be secondary to the fact that you drugged and raped him, but here we are...

To me, this sums up He Yu as a moral wasteland. To still, when sober and past his fit and not under influence of wine, to still feel excitement over his revenge and to somehow twist it that it’s XQC’s fault for being raped by He Yu is !!!!!!!!!

(I suppose if I were charitable, I’d assume that the disquiet is small stirrings of almost dead conscience and his “he deserved it” is an attempt to justify the unjustifiable to himself, but I honestly don’t want to think so because I am so angry at him. Not until I see some more evidence. I don’t feel like being indulgent with He Yu since he’s indulgent with himself enough for two.)

1. The fact that you can tell from the picture XQC got taken by a man (I am gonna defer to Meatbun’s expertise here) definitely points to the fact that the pictures are going to be used for something bad later - because if it’s just oh XQC had sex, so what, he’s single what’s the big deal. But like this it becomes a different matter. No idea if it will be used for HY or XQC or both, and by whom (money is on Duan and co, but after the way HY went off, I would never say HY himself won’t use it badly somehow) but knowing Meatbun, it will go for maximum damage.

2. Ruthless? Perhaps. Unfeeling? Hmmmm. I am not He Yu’s biggest fan atm but that’s a wonderfully misleading adjective here. He does still seem to be in shock. And fixating.

3. The whole “hahahaha XQC is a hypocrite when he was all ‘I am not interested in sex’“ is - I am not sure if HY is just short-circuiting (fine) or using a rapist justification/rolling in a sea of toxic toxicity (not fine) because I am sorry, that’s totally like “he/she had a reaction, can’t be rape” writ large. Yeah, sure he had a reaction - you poured drugs down his throat. That has nothing to do with his default preferences or his actual state. THE FUCK?!

Anyway, we end on the whole “u mad bro?” bit and you know what strikes me? HY was all “I am done, we are done, my revenge is complete I don’t care” but here he is, still desperately seeking and craving reaction and interaction from XQC.

I remain utterly puzzled as to how these two will ever be a couple except for a couple being defined as “two mutually homicidal people.” Leaving aside everything else, I am willing to accept HY is in the closet - clearly whatever his orientation is, it includes men. But I do not get that sense from XQC at all. When he’s not drugged, he’s barely interested in sex with anyone and I do not get the sense he’s in the closet either. Chances of anyone, let alone He Yu, who is both a man and someone who raped him to humiliate him, being able to entice him into sexual encounters voluntarily is about the chance of me going to visit Mars. Meatbun loves doing insane things so I can’t wait.

PS I know people use the term psychopath all the time casually but ummm, I think He Yu may actually be one? When he has his father (!!!) on speakerphone, calmly carrying a conversation with the man as he’s raping his father’s friend in the club as he talks (!!!!!) that is...in RL I’d be “team lock him up for life, there is something so basic broken in him that it can’t be fixed.” Like - the hell? The ability to put things on different shelves so much is not in the same country as sane (it makes me think of 2ha and TXJ banging CWN being the curtain while performing court business but TXJ was bona fide clinically insane and also this is worse because this is his actual freaking father omg.) Of course, only time will tell whether it’s evidence of him being irreparably incapable of normalcy in terms of living in the world/interacting with others or it was an extreme psychotic (in casual parlance not medical one) break because most people are capable of truly horrific stuff if certain levers are pushed and his default is saner. It’s the question, isn’t it? Whether He Yu’s factory default setting is the monster of the previous chapters or the kid who’d cut his wrists so as not to hurt others.

Anyway, this novel is a terrifying roller coaster ride and I love having strong emotions.

#cnovel #meatbun doesn't eat meat #case file compendium

[ppersonna]

higher - kth | m

all that matters to me girl, win or lose, is an x-rated complete swirl of me and you. so if you want to see the show, just come with me baby, i will show you how i roll - insurance?, the higher

↳ summary- a chance meeting with a handsome stranger in the airport leads to a very exciting flight.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre-  smut, pwp, the plot is basically one whole sentence

↳ warnings-  public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, cum play, unprotected sex (fiction isnt rl life, wrap it up pals), sex in an airport and a plane whoops, sex with stranger

↳ a/n- hi folks! this fic has been in my trash basically because i wasnt sure i liked it too much! but i was convinced by a few friends to post it. i surely hope you enjoy this little to no plot LMFAO.  pls feel free to message, comment, dm me, carrier pigeon, etc etc. i LOVE YOU.

“Wow, you’re cute,” a voice calls to you through the crowded airport. 

You lower your book down to gaze at where the voice came from, an eyebrow arched in confusion. An airport was an odd place to be hit on. 

The voice came from the man across from you, sitting in the black plastic leather seat of the waiting area for your gate. He waves his hand a little as if to take ownership for the compliment. 

“Oh, uhhh,” you bite your lip. “Thank you?”

He smiles. It’s beautiful.  You’re struck by the gleaming white teeth and boxy smile.

 “Are you heading to Los Angeles too?” He leans forward, wanting to get closer to you. 

You lay your book down on your lap and nod. “Yeah, I am. Visiting.” 

The boy wouldn’t stop grinning. He was ethereal in beauty. Cover of a magazine star quality.  Shaggy brown hair, button nose and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His voice was a sinful pitch of sexy baritone and his body appeared lithe and toned.  Of all the men to hit on you in a bustling airport, you were glad it was this one. 

“Me too! Meeting my friends there for a long bachelor party week of partying.” 

“Oh, you’re getting married?” You ask. That would make this exchange less invigorating. 

“No! No,” he quickly replies. “My childhood best friend Seokjin is. He wants to go around LA and eat at as many restaurants as he can and then drink until he passes out. His words.”

You stifle a laugh, pleased with the information that the young suitor across from you is at the very least, not engaged. “Sounds like a wild time.” 

He nods in agreement, flashing a cute grin. Your stomach flips. He’s so attractive. You can’t help but eye him down, let your gaze soak in his beauty. He notices and smirks. 

“What seat are you?” He asks.

“Ah,” you squint at the ticket in your lap. “14A. Window seat.” 

He laughs out loud. “No fucking way.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Why?”

“I’m 14B.”

You join in his laughter.  “Seems like we’re in for an exciting flight.”

He winks at you and you feel your stomach flip in anticipation.  

“I think you’re right,” he agrees.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way. Can’t wait to get to know you better, neighbor.” He drawls, before leaving to stand in line to board the plane.

The long haul flight starts out simple, conversation flowing between you and Taehyung easily. You discuss your plans for LA, what you hope to see, your friends. He’s a gentleman from the very beginning and asks questions about your life.  He seems genuinely curious about you.  He hands you his phone before the plane takes off, begging to see your Instagram.

You grin as you take the device and tap in your username, showing him the profile that pops up.

“God damn,” he sighs as he scrolls through your images.  Selfies, pictures with friends, your dog, everything.  “You’re really fucking attractive.”

You blush and watch as he presses the ‘follow’ button.  You’re just as eager to get a glimpse at his own profile.  The man looks like he could be a model, you’re sure his pictures do him justice.  Plus, you’re dying to show your friends the hottie who hit on you in the airport.

The flight takes off and you settle in for a long, 15 hour flight with your new companion.  

The chill of the recycled air prickles at your skin, and you’re tugging on the thin airplane blanket as soon as you can.

He coos at you, finding the sight of you cuddled up adorable.   “You’re really cute,” he states again.  “I’m like, ridiculously into you.”

Your cheeks heat. “You’re like, ridiculously confident, you know?”

He offers a wink in reply.

“I’d totally fuck you.” He sighs after a moment, causing you to splutter on your own spit.

“Jesus! We just met!” Your eyes widen in surprise, looking around to ensure no one on the plane heard your conversation.  

“So? What's the difference between meeting at a club or meeting on a plane?  After the club, you still get laid.”

You’re silent for a moment, pondering his words.  Honestly, he’s not wrong.  The only difference is the level of exhibitionism he’s exuding.  

But, the idea of hooking up with the handsome stranger on the flight has you aching in more than one way.

“Here?” You whisper harshly, heart rate elevating quickly.

He laughs for a moment.  “Damn, I meant like in the bathroom or something, but you’ve got a better idea.”

Your cheeks are nearly tomato red in color as he winks at you.  

“You down?” He asks sweetly.

You feel Taehyung’s hand land on your thigh, rubbing at the fabric of your yoga tights. You steal a glance at him and see him staring right back at you, a smirk clear in his perfectly shaped lips. 

“I-...,” it’s hard to talk, let alone breathe.  Taehyung is offering to pleasure you right here in the middle of a crowded plane.  The thought is heady and very persuasive.  “Will you stop if I ask you to?”

Tae’s eyes soften.  “Of course.  You just say the word and I’ll stop.”

His reaction seems genuine and makes your heart flutter in relief.   You worry your bottom lip for just a moment, and then nod your agreement.

“Just keep quiet,” you whisper and his grin is wicked.  

“I’d worry about yourself in that regard.”

You’re suddenly thankful the old man sitting next to Taehyung on the aisle seat is fast asleep, blackout mask covering his eyes and earbuds shoved in his ears. 

Tae’s fingers slide up and down your leg. He sees your blissed out face already and winks. 

Fuck, it’s incredible how quickly he turns you on. His hand on your leg has you absolutely soaking wet. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what else he could do, your body might not handle it. 

His fingers run up higher, towards where your thighs meet. He grazes his touch over your core and you’re sure he can feel your wetness. It feels like your whole body is burning, his touch igniting flames wherever he drags his fingers.  

He leans over to whisper in your ear. “I’m a little cold, mind if I share the blanket?”

You can only nod, the power of speech completely gone now.  You gasp as his fingers maintain an up and down motion along your clothed slit. 

He chuckles and pulls the blanket over himself to join you in the warmth. To any bystander on the plane, you appear as a loved up couple sharing a blanket for a nice nap. In reality, you’re strangers desperate to feel each other. 

“Pull these leggings down for me, baby?” He asks, but it sounds like a demand. You’re so into it you can’t even breathe. You idly obey, lifting your hips slightly to push the leggings down just far enough to not be suspicious. 

He turns his body to rest his head on your shoulder, giving off the illusion of a lovesick boyfriend wanting to cuddle.  

“Fuck,” he moans into your ear. His finger is rubbing along your pussy now, gathering up the slick that has gathered. “So fucking wet for me.”

You swallow thickly and try to bite back the loud moan begging to leave your lips. 

“Do you like that, babe?” He whispers, the breath in your ear making you shiver. “You want me to finger you here on the plane?” 

“P-please,” you croak out. He turns your face towards him and presses his lips against yours.  The kiss is all innocence, as his fingers slide into your core.  He’s the definition of heaven and hell.  You stifle a moan against his lips as you feel him enter you, his fingers curling up as he begins a gentle thrust.  The silver rings on his fingers are cold, and you’re sure they’ll be covered in your slick by the time he’s done with you.  

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans.  “You feel like fucking heaven baby.”

You’re trying to stay quiet, biting your lip and breathing harshly through your nose.  His fingers pick up a pace and you’re desperate, legs spreading to allow him better access.  

“God,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. “I wish I could kneel down and eat you right now.  I bet you taste so good.” 

He’s filthy, his words becoming more lascivious as he continues fucking into you.  His pace becomes punishing, and you’re sure if someone looked over they could see the rhythmic bounce of the blanket.

“F-fuck,” you manage. He’s curling his fingers just right, and the metal of his rings is cold and slick from the wetness spilling from you.  

“You wanna cum for me, baby?” He asks, kissing your lips quickly.  “You wanna cum all over my hand?” 

You’re nodding quickly, trying to keep your eyes open to watch for any sign of being caught, but the thrill is forcing them closed.  

“Yes, please,” you’re begging and trying so hard to maintain your low whisper.  Breathing is even harder now as you feel your body reacting to his powerful fingers thrusting into you.  The coil inside you is so near snapping it nearly hurts.  

“So polite, baby,” he caresses your ear with a lave of his tongue.  “Let go for me, pet.  Let me see you cum on me in the middle of this plane.”

It seems as if you’re programmed to obey, and your body reacts in accord to his demands.  The coil snaps and your cunt is convulsing around his fingers.  Taehyung plasters his lips against yours to muffle your moaning, while coaxing your walls with his fingers to continue pulsing around him.  

It takes a moment to come down, and Tae pulls away from your lips which leaves you breathless. 

“Fuck, you’re the hottest person I’ve literally ever met,” he sighs. “I’d marry you right now if I could.”

You blush as you pant hard, feeling your wetness slip down your core to the leather seat underneath you.  You grimace at the feeling and Tae smirks.  He pops his slick finger into his mouth to clean it, maintaining constant eye contact with you, before he slips it out and presses the call flight attendant button.

Your eyes widen and you’re squirming to make sure the blanket covers you.   Taehyung looks like the picture of professionalism as the elderly attendant comes to your row.

“Hi, my wife spilled her drink.  Could we get some extra napkins?”  

The attendant nods and slips away, leaving you with your blown senses and quivering legs.  She’s back in an instant with a stack of napkins and Taehyung smiles sweetly at you.

“Let me help you, babe,” he grins.  “You’re so clumsy, it’s adorable.”  His hand slips back between your thighs, wiping at the mess he wrought out of you, before his fingers dance on your clit yet again.

The 15 hour flight may be the best and most torturous one yet.

By the time the plane lands on American soil, you’ve orgasmed 4 times at the hand of Taehyung.  You’ve also managed to give him a ferocious handjob that left some questionable stains on the airline provided blanket, and taken a nap in his embrace.

It’s single-handedly the weirdest flight you’ve ever taken but definitely your favorite. 

Tae walks next to you as you exit the plane, hand in hand.  You don’t know what the fuck is happening but you’re feeling as if you’ve just been crowned queen of England.

“So, my wife,” Taehyung jokes.  He kept the marriage roleplay up the whole flight, even regaling the once-sleeping man next to him with stories of how you met and where you got married.  The whole scenario had you completely flustered and heart fluttering anxiously as he described how beautiful you were on your wedding day. 

“I need to stop at the bathroom.  Would you care to come with and watch my luggage?”  He asks you, eyebrow raising suggestively.  

You’re silent for a moment, but notice his growing smirk.  

“Of course, darling,” you play.  He squeezes your hand in response and drags you to the closest private bathroom he can find.

It’s not big and it’s definitely seen better cleaning, but you don’t care as soon as Tae’s lips cover yours the moment the door closes.  All luggage is dropped and you’re throwing your arms around his neck.  He holds you tight and lifts you up slightly.

“God, I wanted to kiss you like that the whole flight,” he sighs after pulling away.  “I also wanted to fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t walk straight.”

“What’s stopping you, husband?” You tease as you press your hips to his.  

He growls with appreciation as he lunges forward to kiss you again, teeth nipping at your lips and tongue swirling around your mouth.

“That’s my dirty little girl,” he whispers as he tugs the shirt you’re wearing off your body. “Someone loves getting fucked where anyone could walk in.”  

You allow the fabric to fall to the ground, before you’re attaching your lips to his face, kissing and sucking down his neck.  His skin tastes salty and sweet, and you’re desperate to lick every inch. 

“Mmm, my little exhibitionist,” he slaps your ass and the sting elicits a gasp from you.  “I bet your cute pussy is still dripping wet from earlier.”  He pushes you against the cold tile of the wall. “Let me see please?” 

You nod as he kisses your lips one last time, then descends to his knees and pulls your leggings and hopelessly soiled panties with him. You’re sure your core is drenched.  The man made you cum more times in one flight than you had in most of your hookups, and that was from his fingers alone. 

“Shit,” he gasps as you step out of the leggings and expose your drenched folds. “This is the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Still so wet from my fingers.” 

He drags a digit through and pops it into his mouth, savoring the taste. You’re whimpering, worried your legs will give out from all blood rushing to your cunt. 

“I dreamed I got to wake you up from our nap by eating you out,” he admits as he pulls your folds apart and licks his lips at the sight of your clit. “I want to wake up between your thighs.” 

Any chance for retort is cut off, throat going dry as he pushes his tongue against your bundle of nerves, already overstimulated from an orgasm-filled flight.  He laps at it, swirling around it vulgarly before dipping lower to fuck his tongue into you. 

“I could fucking drink you.”  

Tae isn’t shy with words, that is a fact you’re now very aware of. He commentates the entire thing, whispering his desires as he fucks his tongue in you and suckles at your clit. 

“Tae, oh god,” you sigh. Your pussy has never been more pleasured in your short life, and in such a short time period. 

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” he whispers with a particularly rough lick to the hood of your clit. “I wanna make you cum on my tongue but I need to fuck you before my cock explodes.” 

“Yes, please, need you!” You whine needily and he slurps you one last time before he slips back up to level with you. 

You assist him in undoing his jeans and he whips his stiff cock out. 

“I want to suck you off,” you murmur as you stare at the head dripping with pre-cum. 

“Oh Christ,” he gasps and tilts his head back. “I want that too but I’m so desperate to be inside you, baby. Next time.” He smirks. 

He’s lining himself up, kissing your nose and lips and face as he pushes into you. 

It feels like the culmination of all your desire and passion. You’re finally full of him after 15 hours of his delicious foreplay and nothing has ever felt more satisfying than his push into your drenched channel. He feels as if he slots right into you perfectly, pussy walls molding around him like a puzzle piece you didn’t realize was missing. 

“Holy shit babe,” he groans. “Sweetest little pussy I’ve ever felt.”  His voice sounds dreamy, and his grip on your hips tightens. “Shit, I could get used to this.” 

You’re whimpering with want, desperate to feel his cock thrusting inside you. 

“Need you, Tae. Please fuck me.” 

He’s quick to comply, slowly pulling his length out before slamming it back in, eliciting a loud sob from your lips.  His cock slipping and fucking into you is the best feeling and you feel like you’ve injected the drug that is Tae directly into your veins.  

Taehyung keeps his filthy monologue running as he ruts into you. 

“You feel so good, little one,” he gasps. “So wet and tight for me.”

The tip of his cock bumps against your cervix, jolting you with each thrust. You wish you could take him deeper, so deep he never leaves. 

“Gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?” he asks as he tugs on your nipple. “Fuck, I want you to cum.” 

His lips move to suck at your neck, and your hands claw harsh red lines down his back. Your insides feel like lava, hot and boiling and ready to burn you down instantly.  

“P-please, so fucking close,” you weep. You’re sure you’ll never get fucked as good as you are right now, never feel as satisfied as you have over the last 15 hours. You’re desperate for everything and you want more, more. 

“Yeah, fuck, cum for me little slut. Let the airport hear you get railed!” 

Your back is arching into him and he picks up the speed and power.  Wet skin slapping on skin echoes around the bathroom like music and your combined sighs and moans are the lyrics to a song only you and Taehyung could create. 

“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” You scream. “Tae! Fuck Tae! Tae!” You chant his name like a prayer, devoting your orgasmic bliss to the deity pounding into you.  He growls ferally, the sweet litany of his name bringing him right to the edge. 

Your cunt pulsates around him, gripping his cock and sucking him in. He shudders a gasp as he feels himself unravel completely by the feel of your completion.  He pulls out quickly and jerks himself to the end, cum splattering all over your stomach and tits.  He whines your name as it lands on your skin, and he wishes he could see this every single day. 

It takes you both a few seconds to breathe again, clinging to each other like long lost lovers. 

Tae smiles down at your cum covered stomach. “Messy.” 

“Seems like your wife isn’t the only clumsy one,” you wink.  You drag your finger through the viscous liquid and lick it into your mouth.  Taehyung groans. 

“Shit you’re gonna get me ready for round 2 and I’ve got a taxi to catch in 5 minutes.” 

He presses against you and kisses you, uncaring about the wetness pressing in between stomachs. 

“That was the best flight I’ve ever taken in my life,” he sighs as you both unlatch and begin the process of dressing again. 

You blush like a cherry and nod. “I only want to fly with that kind of accommodation from now on.” 

He wiggles his eyebrows. “We could make that happen.” 

“Yeah?” You ask as you slip back into your slide sandals. “You want to see me again?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” He hops on one foot to slip his own shoes on. “I’d fucking fly 15 hours again just to be with you.” 

Hope blooms in your chest, thankful that for some reason he seems as interested in continuing as you are.  You press towards him again and kiss him deeply, tongue slipping past his lips to demonstrate your desire. 

“Call me?” You ask. He nods in a daze. 

Your phone is ringing incessantly, reminding you that your best friend is waiting outside the airport and wondering where you are.  You have to leave and you find it hard to say goodbye. 

“Thank you for flying Kim Taehyung airlines,” he jokes as you grab your luggage and open the bathroom door. 

You choke on your laughter and blow a kiss, then push forward and leave behind the gorgeous and confident man of 14B in the bathroom. 

It’s not until an hour later when you settle into your hotel bed that you notice an instagram message. 

vante 12:45 am: let’s meet tonight. let me show you first class 😉

-2 years later-

The dash from the chapel to the airport is ridiculously quick.  You barely have enough time to change out of your white gown and slip into something comfortable, wave goodbye to the friends and family gathered in your honor, and slide into a taxi towards the international terminals. 

Tae holds your hand with a grin. He’s just as tired as you but you both can’t hold back your excitement, your awe of each other, elated by the events of the day and the thrill of the unknown future. He kisses you deeply during the taxi ride, uncaring about the way the driver eyes you two. Kissing Tae will never get old, you think, and you’re struck by the way he makes you feel each time his lips press to yours. 

His hands linger on your body, then slips to tangle your fingers together, diamond ring slipping against his smooth metal one.  He wants to kiss you more, take you there in the backseat, but you’re pulling up to the terminal before you know it and being tugged out of the backseat with your luggage in tow. 

Check in is a breeze, and you’re suddenly sitting at the waiting area of the gate—nose in a book as Taehyung sits beside you and fiddles with the luggage and boarding passes. 

“Wow, you’re really cute,” he speaks after moments of silence.  He peers at you over the book. 

You lower it to your lap with a sly grin. 

“I think I need to use the bathroom.” He says. The sparkle in his eyes sends shocks through you, as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him again.  “Care to assist me with my luggage?” 

You can’t fight the giggle and blush that polishes your cheeks.  

“Lead the way, husband.” 

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Review: Down With Love (2010)

I felt a little nostalgic this week and decided to rewatch Down With Love, a romcom out of Taiwan featuring Ella Chen (from Hana Kimi) and Jerry Yan (Meteor Garden).

This is more of a brain dump as opposed to a real review. More below the cut.

Let me just start with the fact I love dramas with tomboys, gender benders, and gender non-conforming women and girls in general. I'm a 40 yr old gnc bi-woman, so some of these storylines really resonate with me - despite the trend of making those female characters glaringly stupid and pitiable.

Tags: Nanny, Love Square, Tomboy, Male Chases Female First, Sismance, Rich Man/Poor Woman, Pretends To Be Gay, Single Parent, Sisterhood, Boss/Employee Relationship

Our girl Ella Chen plays tomboy Yang Guo. Yang Guo works, has friends, and a shitty boyfriend of 5 years. She acts naïve, but she actually has a lot of life experience due to a *tragic backstory*. After her mother died, her father ruined the family business. Their family plunged from riches to rags and their father abandoned them. Yang Guo is 6 when this happens and it falls on her older sister Yang Duo to raise them both while homeless, starving, and navigating the homeless camps in the parks of Taipei.

Yang Duo (Kelly Huang) has raised her little sister by herself, beginning from poverty and homelessness to having a house and making a life for themselves. They bicker good-naturedly, but Yang Duo is very protective and supportive of her sister. She's managed to earn a job at a prestigious law firm as an admin assistant with strong accounting skills. She is seen as frugal, clever, and competent. Several characters make comments throughout the series about how it was a shame that she didn't go into certain careers because she's so accomplished despite not having a formal education. It's obvious that Yang Duo has put her own dreams and happiness on hold to make sure that she and Guo have financial security. Yang Duo is my favorite character btw. She is a supporting character that is multi-faceted and has her own character arc. I really like seeing her growth in this drama, and she gets some cute side couple action later in the series. Skip the last episode.

Due to growing up in poverty and scrabbling to lower-middle-class, the two girls work nonstop. After Guo is fired from her job waiting tables, Duo gets Guo a job as a nanny for her boss Xiang Yu Ping by lying and saying Guo is a lesbian.

Xiang Yu Ping (Jerry Yan) owns his own law firm and is seen as cold and overbearing. He is raising his dead brother's kids and none of the nannies he's hired have lasted either due to being chased off by the kids (a la the Sound of Music) or by trying to seduce him because he's a rich handsome lawyer. Relieved to have found a nanny who definitely wouldn't seduce him (because he thinks she's a lesbian), he just pays an unreasonably huge salary to keep her there with the kids despite their abuse.

Supporting characters: Amanda Chu as the best friend Yan Ling with the messy dating life is also delightful, but I've enjoyed all her roles. I may rewatch Lion Pride for her, now that I'm walking down memory lane. The office of 'just some lawyer dudes being dudes' are funny. I love when they gather around to watch drama and place bets on what's happening. They're also slackers. I would love/hate to work with them.

So that's the setup.

Honestly, I hate the 'pretends to be gay' plots. It's typically really offensive and this was no exception in a lot of places. (It's not at the same level as Personal Taste, but it's bad.) One of the cases Yu Ping takes on is unlawful termination and blackmail of a gay teacher and he asks for Yang Guo's advice to help the man. Taiwan was trying in 2010, but it wasn't exactly good representation to have a fake lesbian help an actual gay man faced with employment discrimination and blackmail over his orientation. When I compare this with Love is Science (2021 twdrama) that has two out lgbt characters employed in their office with significant roles, I'm just so happy that lgbtq media representation is still progressing.

I don't care about Yu Ping's best friend Qi Ke Zhong or Yu Ping's ex-girlfriend Ding Hui Fan because they're both terrible people that don't deserve forgiveness and their only purpose was to drag out our leads getting together. Since this was a rewatch, I knew how much I hated their scenes and skipped them as much as I could. You're not missing anything. Someone on YT needs to just make a Yang Duo/Xiang Yu Ping cut, tbh. Also? Go ahead and skip the deadbeat father.

The nanny bit only lasts three episodes (the kids are adorable), but it's long enough for Yu Ping to catch feelings and think his lesbian nanny is cute. He actually is not cold and overbearing as episode 1 makes him out to be. Yu Ping is supportive and tries to be a good friend to Guo. When he thinks her 'girlfriend' is cheating on her, he absolutely flips out because he feels she deserves to be respected and loved in her relationship. He learns about her family. He learns about her friends. He knows where to look for her when she's upset. He knows how to cheer her up and later, he knows how to make the perfect date. When he finds out she lied about being a lesbian, he's not even mad. He admits it was his fault for making certain demands in the employment contract. He's just upset that he's lost chances to flirt and court her.

Listen. It's a dumb premise in this drama and the misunderstandings suck. But it's so refreshing to see male leads be decent to women that are romantically and sexually unavailable to them. The bar is so low, in RL and in dramas, that Yu Ping belongs in the top tier of male drama leads. This dude was just going to continue in a supportive friendship for an undetermined time, both when he thought she was a lesbian and later when his shitty weasel of a best friend dated her under false pretenses. He didn't burden her with a confession until her relationship was over. And whenever she asked for space, he gave it to her. And when she confronted him on instances of jealously, he apologized and gave her space.

Yu Ping never tries to change Guo. He doesn't give her a makeover. She has a makeover scene that is instigated by another character and all he does is try to make her comfortable when she's so obviously uncomfortable. Then he cheers inwardly when he sees her overcome her awkwardness and have confidence. But by the end of the drama, she is still dressing and acting the same as in act 1. It honestly reminded me a little of Coffee Prince in that the fancy male lead is still just as enamored with his gnc woman by the end and the way she presents herself doesn't have an effect on their romantic relationship. Again, this is content catered to me as a bi & gnc woman in a relationship with a cis-het man. I often am mistaken for a man when I go out with my spouse and he's still super into me so let's normalize gnc people with gc people already it's 2021.

Anyway, if you watch romances for kisses, there's really only a couple of pecks and one nice passionate kiss and they're all in basically the last 3 eps of the series.

The last episode sucks. Stop at episode 15. Seriously. Don't watch episode 16. Why oh why do you let terrible people back in your life? Qi Ke Zhong and Ding Hui Fan are toxic and should but cut out of their lives. The end of ep 15 had a happy ending with a family-style breakfast for our two sisters with their boyfriends. Ep 16 threw in some more misunderstanding, jealousy, and separations followed by a time skip for no reason and brought back my two least favorite characters.

Anyway, I will live in my little world with Yang Duo and her sweet lawyer boyfriend Liang Zhi Hao (Ian Yim/Cyran Yan/Yan Yi En yeah, this actor has three stage names) that supports her interests and self-determination while they save money on mass transit by using his motorbike. And they build her dream home that she designs. Perhaps they put aside funds for her to pursue a degree in what she's passionate about.

#down with love #twdrama #drama critical #ella chen #jerry yan #kelly huang #yang guo #xiang yu ping #yang duo

[notyetneedcoffee]

Don’t Believe It

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Warnings: Just fluff and swearing (we’re talking about Chris, here)

Author’s Note: As a whole I steer clear of fics based on real life people. For me, it just feels presumptive to create a fiction about a real person I know so little about (even if it seems like we may know, we really don’t). But the other day I went down a bit of a rabbit hole, reading several and it felt like there were many commonalities. One I saw repeated often was the Reader character being in a position of need or insecurity. Now, I know many of us deal with feelings of helplessness or insecurity everyday. But this is fiction! If the Reader insert is supposed to be you, then make the Reader the best version of you that can be imagined. It got me thinking. So, I’m going to offer up what my ideal fic would be to one of the common themes. This will likely be my first and only RL Fic. 

You sat on the sofa, feet tucked under you and Dodger’s tail steadily thwacking your thigh. Chris stretched out with his feet on the coffee table as he absently scratched the dog’s ears. The news played on the television and he was completely engrossed. “I’ve got to find a way to get them to talk about this. The GOP just won’t touch it. Mark completely reworked the questions, and still nothing.”

“There’s probably no way they could put a good spin on it in the time you allow. This is about character assignation, not policy.” You turned, stretching out your legs beside Dodger so your feet nudged Chris’ leg.

You phone went off for the eighth time in the last five minutes. Even though it was on silent, the faint buzz was enough to draw his attention. “You’re right. Are you going to get that or what?”

Flipping it over you saw the string of text messages from your sister. “It’s Katie. I don’t want to talk to her right now.”

Chris frowned, turning away from the tv and pulling your feet into his lap. “Something happen?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Yes. I guess. She and I just don’t agree on who should run my life.”

“What the fuck?” He laughed.  

“She thinks my travel writing is a risky career, even though I’ve been making a living at it for years. She thinks having my stuff in storage and living minimal in an apartment is bad planning, even though I pretty much live out of a suitcase. And of course, she thinks dating you will destroy my self image.” You huffed rolling your eyes.  

“Excuse me?” Chris barked. Dodger scurried off the sofa to his bed. “Sorry Bubba,” he mumbled but turned back to you. “How am I going to ruin your self image? I adore you. I think your brilliant and funny and beautiful.”  

“Ah,” You scooted a little closer so your legs were fully draped over his. “But according to Katie, when I’m confronted by all the gorgeous Hollywood starlets, my self-esteem will whither and die.”

He laughed, head thrown back. “Does she know you? You have told her about who you’ve met, or hanging out at Hemmy’s place and everyone there. For fuck’s sake we met up with Tessa in New York she was going on and on about your curves. It’s not everyone is attracted to a size two – god knows I think you’re hot as hell. I’d have my hands on that ass all day if you’d let me.”  

You giggled, burying your face into the back of the sofa. Damn it, only he made you giggle like that.

“Really, though.” He stroked your leg, tilting his head to look at your face. “You don’t want to be fighting with your sister. You should answer her. Just hash it out and get it over with.” His big hand cupped your cheek. “She’ll come around.”

You groaned. “I should, huh?”

“There’s twenty minutes until Mom shows up with ravioli. Get it over with. Call her.”  

“Do you want me to go in the other room so you can watch tv?” He just shook his head and took a swig of beer. So you dialed.  

“About time.” You sister sounded exasperated. “Where are you?”

“Hi Katie. I’m great, and how are you.”  

“Always the smart-ass.” You sister huffed. “Hi, Sweetie. Sorry. Now, did you look at the picture I texted you? Look at the woman he was seen leaving that restaurant with.”  

Biting back your first retort, you pulled the phone away from your ear and stood up as you opened the text message image. A paparazzi photo taken from far off showed Chris close to a tall, very thin, very attractive blond. From the angle the photo was taken, it looked like he had his hand on the small of her back. You knew better.  

Chris gave you a quizzical look as you stepped into the kitchen. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes. Before turning back to the conversation. “Katie, looks are deceiving.”

“He’s stepping out on you.”

“He is not.”

“There’s a photo! I’m only looking out for you. You should see what people are saying. Have you even bothered to look at anything I’ve forwarded?”

“No, I haven’t and I don’t intend to.”  

She began to talk again, a million miles an hour. Going on about the comments she’d read about you when a picture leaked of him holding the car door for you last week, and how they bashed you. She barely took a breath as she explained how she was just saving you from being humiliated and getting your heart broken because obviously Chris was a womanizer going after all those hot girls.  

“Katie!” You practically screamed. She stopped. You took a deep breath. “I’m going to say this calmly, because I know you love me, and in your own way, you just want the best for me. But I need you to listen, to understand, and to believe me. I’m only going to say this one more time. I don’t read what people say about me, or Chris, online. . . Because I don’t care. Really. I. Don’t. Care. I know who I am. I’m comfortable with who I am. The only people’s opinions that matter to me, are the people who already love me.”

You paused for a second to make sure your sister was really listening. “And I know who Chris is. I don’t need the internet’s opinion of him. We talk all the time, honestly and about the things that really matter. I trust him. He’s a good man. Period. And he wants me, not some stylize ideal or photoshops image. Me. Do you get it? He’s real, not the image or characters.”

“But that photo…” Katie said in a small voice.

“Was taken in New York two weeks ago when we – he and I – went to dinner. He held the door open for that woman. We never even talked to her. Do you get it? We have no idea who she is, but because of a funky camera angle and conjecture and rumor, you became convinced Chris was awful. Don’t buy into it. If someone snapped a picture of you without your knowledge while you were out shopping or at work, Bob might think you were running around on him, too. Katie, people make their living coming up with this shit. I refuse to let ruin a good thing.”

She was quiet.  

“I love you.” You sighed. “And I know you worry about me, but with this, please, please, just trust me. I’m happy. Chris is good to me. We’re good together. I don’t want to fight with you every time some stupid picture starts trending.”

“Okay.” Katie relented, sounding defeated. “Alright…”

“I’m going to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”  

You set your phone down and rubbed your shoulder, tipping your head. A noise behind you drew your attention and you turned around. Chris’ mom just set the large pan on the counter and swept you up in a giant hug. You hugged her back, shooting a confused look over her shoulder at Chris.

His smile lit his whole face. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but that was the best call ever.”

#Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evan fic #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader

[dephinecormier]

TAG GAME: AO3 #001

I was tagged by the lovely @tales-and-thoughts probably a month ago and am only just getting round to it now because rl is trying to drop kick me into the abyss lmao

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

11

2. What is your total Ao3 word count? 23,931

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

only for marvel (yeah no writing isn’t my first choice as a creative outlet so i haven’t really felt the impulse to write for any other ship and therefore fandom)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? yeah okay read some of these at your own risk, cause it does contain some of my really early works which imo ain’t that great (but yay to improving i guess?)

The War Running Through Our Veins (blackhill, 1.4k, T) She sees the explosive rolling towards her and blue eyes widen. “Everyone get down!” Maria yells as she flips herself over the railing, shielding a fellow agent from the blast and fragments fly into the air, tearing into her flesh

Just Stay Alive, That Would Be Enough (blackhill, 1k, T) Maria’s jaw tightened, as she shifted her gaze to the ceiling taking several deep breaths. “Fine,” she grinded out. “You were reckless, Nat. Running straight into the line of fire!”

holding patterns (blackhill, 4.7k, T) "The Red Room selected the best candidates through genetic screening. My parents were paid off. But my mother, she never stopped looking. I–“ I was wanted, Natasha can’t bring herself to say.

we can just watch the whole world disappear (blackhill, 1k, G) “I’m so tired of this.”

Maria pauses, hand hovering in the air as she looks down at Natasha, realises just how small the woman in front of her truly is without the bravado of the Black Widow mantle behind her. She studies the dark circles under her eyes and wonders how she never saw it before. “Tired of what?” she finally speaks, her question hanging in the air as Natasha meets her eyes, weariness seeping out from her pores.

“Of this, of running, of...of everything,” she whispers, voice cracking before she turns away.

brave face talk so lightly (hide the truth) (blackhill, 5.7k, T) “I dream of it, of dying” Natasha eventually lets herself admit after some time, into the safety of the early morning.

or, the one where Natasha's alive mixed with a casual discussion of death

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

most of the time yes! i love comments! but if i don’t it’s usually cause i’m not logged in/don’t have the energy to but i love all the people who comment dearly

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably don't bring tomorrow (i'll lose you) as a lovers to enemies bingo fill and also for creative experimentation.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

haven’t done one but doesn’t mean i wouldn’t. i think about the few fics of natasha (mcu) and the old guard often and would love to explore that concept

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

handful of times but most never published. the regular i guess?

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t really think my fics get popular enough for people to want to steal them??

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! again i’m open to doing it but right now i just don’t have the time to commit

12. What’s your all time favourite ship?

this is pretty obvious it’s blackhill by far. they just haven’t let my muse go and i love both of these characters as individuals and together. i just think there’s so much potential for exploration of their relationship dynamics and i love seeing how other people interpret the meager source text and create something out of it.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

marvel (like i said, blackhill just won’t let me go)

14. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

hmm i can’t really choose so i’ll cheat and give two instead for varying reasons.

brave face talk so lightly (hide the truth) this fic was written in a space in time between so much anger and frustration at the outcome of endgame. it was also a time where i was trying to re-centre myself while struggling with my relationship with dance and when my insomnia decided to never let me live in peace again and i think a lot of that seeped into this piece. this piece just flowed for me and brought me back to this corner of the fandom as well as back to writing itself.

holding patterns which was never meant to be written. for how this fic flipped my expectations, first by existing, second by stealing the ‘aftercare’ prompt from another pwp fic i was trying my hand at, and third for how deliberate i was with this. there were unspoken challenges i set myself for this 1) to write about a relationship without the usual relationship markers (e.g how does one say ‘i love you’ without actually saying it), 2) to not judge my writing as i was writing (or well, not edit it while writing), 3) to find different pathways when i got stuck and 4) not to break 5k (so i could tell nic “i told you so”) and i think i mostly succeeded.

I tag anyone who wants to do this!

#tag games #that last question was really just me rambling so i wouldn't forget these things in the future huh

[romioneficfest]

My Gift to the RFF Community

Good Evening/Afternoon/Morning to everyone who has read, commented, reviewed, and most of all created content for this inaugural fest. My Black scaly heart is almost beating normally for all of the excellent works presented for consideration and appreciation.

While the one who inspired this fest didn’t contribute (and ‘tis since RL is a pain in the arse right now for most people!) I’m glad so many did contribute their time and efforts to this fest. 84 total works were submitted, 77 of which are up for voting consideration.

1 more will be published, an unabridged version of one of the fics submitted. The creator trimmed it down to meet fest rules but I promised them I’d post the unabridged version once voting started. 

However, I wish to offer my gift to you, one from a special place in my heart - the old theory of what happens to the man who suddenly has almost everything he wants yet doesn’t need? Does it corrupt him, like the Invisible Man? Or is his character so resolute that it doesn’t affect him in the least?

Thus, I give you this fic, as to how I think it would progress.

Title: Windfall Prompt: Bonus Day  Author: Dragon Rating: K+ Brief Summary: Hermione comes home from work and finds Ron sitting quietly in his office, reading parchment. When he doesn’t hear her, which is odd for him, she goes to investigate. Ron shows her what has his attention.

Content Warning: Indirect mention of minor character death; Hermione giving serious cheek

‘What a bloody long day,’ Hermione kicked off her dress shoes and put down her satchel, appreciating the fluffy carpets under her toes. Dealing with law enforcement misconduct was always a pain. They needed different procedures on Bailiff and Auror interactions.

Broken from her thoughts by the lack of dinner smell, she looked around. Ron wasn’t in the kitchen, preparing dinner like he loved to do. The kids were still at Hogwarts, with another month’s worth of term left before they returned home.

She tossed aside her purse and went to their office, the one he magically and lovingly expanded so they would have room to work without getting underfoot while also appreciating each other’s company. Sure enough, Ron was in there, wearing the half-moon glasses he picked up last year to help with the small print reading he said to her, even if she knew already. It wasn’t like she didn’t have her own sets to wear as well since there were so many documents crossing her desk that had too much fine print to read comfortably after long hours at the office.

‘Ron,’ said Hermione. He hadn’t heard her walk into their home which seemed a bit odd. He hadn’t heard her this time, either.

She walked the five steps to where he was sitting in his comfortable chair and put her hand on his shoulder. He reciprocated and without saying a word, he handed up the three sheets of parchment up to her, saying nary a word.

Hermione scanned the first page and gasped! While she was never close to Aunt Muriel, she was his family and she would treat her with respect, even if she didn’t like her too much, not with how nitpicky she was with the women in the family. Angelina was the only one. Somehow they’d bonded and were fast friends. Hermione couldn’t understand it.

She flipped to the second page, reading the document and as she scanned the page, her eyes widened for every single subsequent line she read. She flipped it to the third before looking down and seeing her husband quite lost in thought.

She went back and re-read it all, making sure she knew and understood what she read. 

‘I’m sorry about Aunt Muriel,’ the bushy-haired witch said. 

‘I’m surprised she lived as long as she did. But even Healers couldn’t help her any longer.’ 

‘She is still family,’ Hermione put her hand back on his shoulder and squeezed. 

‘She wasn’t a favourite of mine, not like you or Dad.’ Ron took the parchment and put it back down on his desk. ‘What are we going to do?’ 

‘That’s up to you, Ron. It’s not like either of us is comfortable attending funerals anymore.’ 

‘Hell no,’ He sighed. ‘I should go. It’s the right thing to do.’ 

‘Why don’t you ask Mum and Dad what they think? If they say you don’t have to, then don’t.’

Tapping on the office window interrupted their conversation. ‘Wonder what else is going to happen today?’ Ron got up and went to the window, letting the small barn owl land on his wrist while sticking a leg out for the small rolled parchment attached. ‘Need a kip or a rasher?’

The owl hooted and Ron put it on the temporary roost where the owl could have a drink of water and a snack. ‘Does this need a reply?’ The owl gave one very long hoot. ‘No? Ok. Stay as long as you need. I’m sure you’re a bit tired.’

He unrolled the parchment and scanned the short note, breathing a sigh of relief. ‘It’s a note from Mum. She said that Aunt Muriel made all of her arrangements and, said there are no services since she said we’d been through enough.’

‘That’s surprising, the way she prattled about everyone coming to visit.’

‘Nah, she meant well, even if she was as cranky as Crookshanks.’

‘Well, he is very old, and so was she.’

The silence grew between the married couple, both lost in their thoughts.

‘We could move to a bigger house,’ he blurt out. ‘I know the kids aren’t home much nowadays and that we’re both still working entirely too much but maybe something closer to Mum and work might make things easier?’

‘Our house is fine, Ron. I’m comfortable here especially since most people don’t know where we live. We decided that issue years ago. While yes, I am well known and so are you, if not in the same ways, we don’t need an enormous country estate to flaunt our prestige.’

‘A holiday, perhaps? It’s been a little while since we were off work and away from here.’

‘We can do that,’ Hermione replied noncommittedly. ‘An extended Holiday might be quite lovely, especially if it is somewhere cold this time of the year.’

‘It’s the middle of winter in Australia right now,’ Ron smiled. Hermione returned it fondly, reflecting on that complex time in their lives when grief and rage along with relief and exploration fueled their time tracking down her parents. ‘You said you wanted to return. We could take the kids with us and let them see some of the sights.’

Hermione hummed noncommittedly.

‘What are you thinking, dear?’

‘Do you remember that memorable night about a week after we arrived in Australia?’

‘Which one? Most of them were memorable while we were in Australia. So you’ll have to remind me.’

‘We were in bed after,’ Hermione blushed, ‘and you said what you would do if you had a ridiculous sum of money. While the reward money from the Order of Merlin presentation was nice,’ she added.

‘It was enough to get you your engagement ring and have some galleons in a Gringott’s account,’ Ron added. ‘I think I remember that night now.’

Hermione ran her fingers through his hair. ‘Do you remember what you said you’d do if you had Malfoy money?’

‘You mean before they were bankrupted funding the coup, left destitute and so desperate for galleons Draco went to work?’ He smiled. ‘That part is a bit fuzzy, but then I do think it was half three when we had that conversation and I was about asleep.’

She smiled. ‘You said if you lucked into a stupid amount of money someday and that if we were comfortable financially, you’d want to help others.’

‘I’ve wanted to help others, Hermione. You know the shite I went through, with a broken wand, robes that were too small, clothes that were so short I showed inches of ankles, and those ghastly dress robes.’

Hermione stood behind her husband, rubbing his shoulders. ‘We’ll see to your parents first.’

‘Mum and Dad always come first,’ Ron said without hesitation.

‘And if they don’t want it or say they don’t? What do you want to do?’

‘Tell Bill to put some in there anyway,’ Ron answered.

‘And if the will has them sorted?’

‘I dunno, maybe a Holiday?’

Hermione was quiet, with Ron turning to look at her. ‘What?’

‘Hear me out on this. What if we took some of that windfall and were able to help kids in your situation so they don’t have to be hampered with a broken wand, or robes that don’t fit or can’t afford the books for the term?’

‘Well, the books have already been seen to. You took care of those issues years ago, once you started working.’

‘True but other supplies weren’t included,’ she added. She lifted the parchment and scanned the document. ‘Reading this as I think I am,’

‘Which you probably are,’ Ron added.

‘If we got with some of the rest of the family and asked them to chip in a little bit, say 10 galleons each, once, and with this, we could fund a Trust for underprivileged students.’ She took the glasses down her nose a touch, looking over the top of them at his befuddled face. ‘Imagine being a first-year student with a hand me down wand, hand me down robes, and tattered books. How much more do you think you’d have done if you’d had a set of nice daily robes, a wand that worked, or books that weren’t held together with sellotape?’

‘I thought there was a bunch of wands they used later for the kids who couldn’t afford one.’

‘And you know the lore better than I do – The wand chooses the Wizard. ‘

‘But there are things we need to do first,’ he added. ‘Like – ‘

‘Love,’ she interrupted, smiling brightly. ‘I don’t know if you realize, but the amount bequeathed is a vast sum.’

‘Vast?’

Hermione smiled. ‘Vast, love. Off the top of my head, and the current conversion rate of 10 pounds to the galleon, I’d say it’s –

’10 British pounds to the galleon? You’re full of it.’ Ron took them back and looked at the parchment. He muttered a few words under his breath, doing his calculations.’ He looked up from the parchment and his eyes were about to water. ‘Holy Fuck. Where the bloody fuck did she get that kind of money?’

‘I’m sure it’s been passed down the Prewett lines and with your Uncles perishing before marrying – ‘

‘That left Mum sole beneficiary – ‘

‘And Mum probably asked for Aunt Muriel to pass it over it to the kids.’

‘I imagine the Goblins liked getting their hands on their portion of the Estate. I get that’s how they afford the upkeep and everything but it’s bloody buggering hard to see them get 25% of the value.’

‘At least it’s not on the Muggle side. Theirs is 40% over a certain value.’

Ron looked back at the paperwork. ‘Well, I at least want to give Mum and Dad a Holiday. They’ve not been anywhere for themselves in yonks.’

‘Oh, I agree. And we can take a small one too. It still leaves us quite a bit to play with, I reckon.’

Ron sighed. ‘Growing up, I always wanted to have galleons in my own vault at Gringott’s. I didn’t like that we had to scramble to pay for things second and third hand, listening to Mum begging us to make something last ‘just one more year’. Ron turned his chair around and gave her a crushing hug, squeezing hard but not enough to make her wince. ‘It hurt, Hermione.’

‘I know and we’re not in that situation. We worked very hard early on, saved our galleons, lived frugally and modestly and here we are. The kids are happy and want for nothing, even if they don’t get all they want. We have some nice things, we travel a bit for pleasure, and we’re comfortable.’

‘It’s hard to let go of that mindset, Hermione.’ Ron looked up at his wife, smiling at her. ‘But if we can keep kids from going through what I did, I think it’ll be a big benefit and a tremendous help down the line.’

Hermione kissed Ron on the forehead. ‘Maybe we could speak with Parvati and Lavender and ask them how much a basic robe costs? It wouldn’t be fancy but something that the kids wouldn’t mind.’

‘What about regular clothes? Aren’t most kids in better shape than we were?’

‘It’s easy enough to pick quality things up at charity shops. Supplies shouldn’t be difficult to acquire as well. I’m sure if we ask McGonagall if there are students in need, she’d let us know.’

‘You think we can do this? You think we can make a difference in a kid’s life?’

Hermione knelt, holding her husband’s face in her hands. ‘How much did you appreciate getting nice robes fifth year and a new broom?’

‘Loved it,’ he whispered. ‘I didn’t know for yonks that Harry told the twins to buy me new robes, the git.’

‘But it helped, didn’t it?’

‘I reckon so.’ His face betrayed how he really felt.

‘If you’re worried about people connecting you with what we’re doing we can always put it in another name. We could call it the Muriel Prewett Trust.’

‘She’d go nutters if she knew it was named after her.’

‘So name it after your Uncles? Or Fred? Or Weasley Family Trust?’

An enormous smile broke out on his face. Ron stood, taking his wife’s face in his hands and kissed her deeply, showing her how much her help was appreciated.

‘Esteemed Directors,’ Hermione’s voice boomed in the Wizengamot. She stood in the middle of the floor, splendid in her Tyrian purple robes, a set of gold wands embroidered on the right chest and a Prewitt family heirloom brooch on her left. ‘I wish to broach the last bit of business with you before the term starts.’

‘Go ahead, Solicitor Granger,’ Kingsley’s voice echoed well in the chambers. He smiled, knowing what was about to be discussed.

‘A few months ago, the last of a particular family name from the Sacred 28 passed away from old age. Her heirs, with their blessing,’ Hermione looked up into the stands and saw her husband smiling back at her, ‘have asked to establish a trust for the students of Hogwarts.’

‘The school is properly funded for decades. Why do we require a Trust?’ The elderly wizard she knew all too well spoke first. ‘Hogwarts does not need a trust.’

‘I didn’t say the school, Mr Purifoy,’ she stared back at the old wizard who had previously been Chief Mugwump for the Wizengamot before retiring years prior. ‘I said for the students. The school is well funded. I verified the books before making this appointment.’

‘Go on,’ an elderly witch spoke up. ‘It’s time for afternoon tea.’

‘I promise to hurry, Minister Shafiq.’ Hermione looked around at the old faces and ancient robes. ‘The trust is for the students, for those in need. While many might bristle if it’s considered charity, there are those in need.’

‘No student has ever been turned away from Hogwarts, not in the centuries it’s been open.’

‘I realize that. What I am proposing is that this trust is for those students who arrive at Hogwarts with legitimate needs. How many students arrive at Hogwarts wearing second-hand robes, or a cauldron that explodes the first time they use it because the bottom is too thin? How many have out of date books because that’s all the parents can afford? Minister, we still have a few students coming to us who are the last of the War Orphans. These children have meagre means and no way to catch up with their peers. What I am proposing on behalf of the family is equity, not charity, but investment and philanthropy.’

‘Go on,’ another voice spoke.

‘These students, when they receive their letter for Hogwarts will include in their parchment parcel a letter from the Trust, offering to assist them financially, should they choose. The offering is a set of robes, all necessary supplies, a set of books, and a voucher for Ollivander’s to receive their first wand. Since we don’t recommend children having a duel for a wand, and the number of wands inherited from elders are limited, why not offer these students a head start to their magical education?’

‘That’s ridiculous! Everyone would leap at the chance to have someone else pay for all of their necessities.’

‘You misunderstand me, sir. No one person makes this decision, nor is it made lightly. Why would we make this offer to, say, Draco Malfoy, for his son when they are financially comfortable? These would be pre-screened before they receive their letter.’ She looked around and saw a few heads nodding. ‘It’s not equal treatment, esteemed colleagues, but equity, where those students in need of a hand receive it. While we educate them, we’re also meeting their basic needs and we’re building a better future for our way of life. The funds wouldn’t be thrown around for parties, or fundraising. No, this trust is self-funded by the family in question. And there are ample funds to last for centuries if handled properly.’

‘How many can this help immediately, Solicitor?’ Another voice spoke up.

‘Immediately? Ten students. That accounts for half the starting fund. For every student that doesn’t need assistance, the funds accumulate. Eventually, if properly managed and the one entrusted is bonded to manage the Trust, in 30 years, half the school could be seen to, given current enrollment figures.’

‘Half, you say? That’s a load of rubbish,’ Ewan Purifoy retorted.

‘Rubbish, you say? Since you grew up when being part of a Pureblood family guaranteed your position in society,’ a rumble erupted through the chambers, ‘there are dozens of children starting at Hogwarts who lack a quill or an ink jar. How much return on the investment would we receive to giving those less fortunate children an equal start? How much benefit would Wizarding society receive for these children coming to Hogwarts, not privileged but receiving the tools and supplies they need to prosper? I don’t see you opening your vault, Sir, to afford an opportunity, though you have the means.’

He harrumphed. ‘If the family in question wishes to bankrupt themselves on children who won’t appreciate the generosity of charity, who am I to tell someone how they afford it?’

Hermione bristled. ‘You stood aside when children died. You sneer at as charity is an investment in our way of life’s future. Wasn’t enough magical blood spilt for supposed Pureblood Supremacy? They are our future. You aren’t part of it, Purifoy,’ she pierced him with a hard stare, earning one in return.

A roar erupted.

‘Order,’ Kingsley’s voice boomed. He waited for the room to settle. ‘Motion to proceed on approval of the Fredrick Gideon trust raise their hands.’

Most members raised their hands.

‘Motion to dismiss?’ Two hands went up.

‘Motion is hereby approved. The Fredrick Gideon Trust for Hogwarts students is available as of 8 am tomorrow. Adjourned.’

Immediately Hermione was engulfed by strong arms. “You did it!” Ron spun her around.

“No Love. You did it.” She kissed him.

#Romione FicFest 2020 #Fic Post #Romione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Dragon's Gift to the RFF community #Submission #Rated K+ #Ace Safe #Queue Up for the Dragon

[ambitionsource]

Pappy joe! Bridgette! Missy! Chai! rl! zc! larkle! rilaya! jack and eric! Omg i missed my kids so so much and i loved the way we got to see different relationships and friendship and all of them together as a group. Also it was so great to see them actually happy and this episode was literally hilarious and so fun!! Thank you my queens, can’t wait for the next one!!!

ahhh you are so welcome!! you definitely hit on a lot of the things we loved right there at the top haha, and we were so excited to share it with you! that’s definitely a sentiment we’re getting a lot this premiere, that it felt fun and like the perfect reunion with our kiddos, which we’re very grateful for. i’ll tell y’all, when i started writing them again this episode... it really felt like coming home. we’re so happy that you all love and cherish them just as much as we do. <3

but yes, i’m happy to report that a lot of the season feels like this in terms of the dynamics! obviously we give plenty of time to the relationships who are more... core to the characters, but one thing we loved about writing this season was playing with the wider range of dynamics at our disposal since the characters are now at emotional places where they can do that. and on the flip side, you have character’s in charlie’s world, who are going to gain more focus because that is charlie’s circle now (since he’s lowkey isolating himself from aaa). but we’re very pumped about that cast of characters as well, and can’t wait to show y’all more.

and then pappy joe... yes!! that was a somewhat later addition as i knew we needed to define the manager role as he started appearing more in episodes with these asides, and i just thought... you know... this could be fun... because manager joe is another semi-mentor role in his life and i didn’t want him to just be this undefined one-off character. and it makes sense, since chubbies will be a much more focal location this season.

so pleased with your response and that you had so much fun (and thanks for the comment on our comedy skills 🤪lol). can’t wait for next week!!

-- Maggie

#S3 reax #301 reax #301 #ambition spoilers #ugh im so happy you all liked it!!! #Anonymous #ask and you shall receive #answered

[antman-56]

The Long Night Pt. 5

The fight was a long, heated, and exhausting for _TRQ and the other 3 teams.

Tai was fighting the heavy hitters of the 3 teams while Raven and Qrow where separately fighting the remainder of them. _TRQ was slowly turning to the losing side due to being outnumbered and against skilled fighters. 

Qrow started of fine punching anyone that didn’t resemble his friend and sister. It ended when his right fist was caught. He was about to punch the reason why he had one hand when his left arm was now being held. Now he was being pummeled by another guy while both of his arms were being held away. His Aura could keep him safe for awhile but not forever.

Raven had already broken one of the Auras of the attackers and knocked one of them out before she was down. One of the guys she was fighting got behind her and was able to grab both of her hands. He put them behind her and locked her arms with his own hoping to restrain, not wanting to punch her in front of a crowd. They thought she would tire herself out and then just hold her till they were done, but she was had begun to frantically jumping forward to kick the other 2 guys. She was able to kick one of them in the face, the other guy was trying not to get to close to her , and the guy holding her was now visibly struggling and was being dragged by her whenever she jumped forward. 

Tai was getting tired fighting the last two guys. Every time he landed a punch on one guy he fall down and get back up and the other guy had skin that was hard as a rock. He was trying to stay on the offensive, knowing if he let up he’d lose. So, he ignored the pain in his arms and legs.

Right when they were about to admit defeat they heard a gunshot echo across the room.

They were saved by the school faculty and security rushing in and finally putting a stop to the whole scene.

School security intervened to grab all the people involved in the fight and the faculty members were telling students to vacate the cafeteria and threatening detention if they did not apply. The students began to run outside the exits, some of them were walking slowly towards them and others were being carried out.

***In the dorm***

Summer was just about done with her imagination when her scroll’s ringtone played. Summer, not even looking at the contact picked it up.

Summer (tired) : Miss Rose speaking.

"WHAT!!!"

***In the Security Holding Cell***

_TRQ and the other's where all in different holding cells, with their respected teams, waiting for their sentence when all of a sudden a red headed woman in a Atlas military outfit walked into the room.

(///Her outfit looks like James Ironwood's outfit in vol 3)

Atlas Officer : My name is Major Scarlet Jones. You will all address me as sir or Major. Do I make myself clear!

Everyone : Sir, yes Sir!

The way she talked, scared them all. The tone of her voice was that of person who took shit from nobody.

Scarlet walked over to the middle of the holding cells, so everyone could potentially see.

Scarlet (hands behind her back) : I will be interrogating all of you, one by one, to see why on Gods name you would start a fight on the first day of school. And if I hear anything that is remotely close to a lie. Then I guess you all what a meet ‘Bessie’.

Qrow, Tai, and Raven didn't know what she was talking about, but the other guys looked went pale. 

She took one of the guys from the Ringleader's team. When she left they quickly huddled together.

Raven (whispering) : Alright, what's the plan?

She looked at Tai.

Tai (whispering) : Plan!? What plan, I thought when he went down and they’ll run!

Qrow (whispering) : Well, look at how that turned out! You just had to be hero!

Tai : Hey no one call's your sister a bitch!

Raven : Aww!

Tai : But Qrow.

Raven : Dick.

Qrow : Okay enough with the lovey dovey shit. What's our story...

"You can start by telling the truth."

They all turned around to see Summer. Her arms crossed and glaring at all of them.

Qrow ; You called her!

Tai : Who else would I have called!?

Qrow : Goodwitch! Barty! Fuck even Port would have helped! 

Summer (screeching) : One thing! I only asked for one thing! And you do this! I swear I ...

She didn't get to finished when the RL slammed his hands on the bars.

RL : You bitch! You're the reason me and the boys are here. You hired these fucks to fight us and ruin our reputation,huh?

Summer nonchalant responded to his accusation.

Summer : No, i'm here to get them out.

_TRQ (in unison) : How?

As if on Que, Scarlet came out of the door with the guy she just interrogated . he looked like he was about to barf and passout.

Scarlet saw the new face in the holding cells and was about to speak when Summer interrupted her.

Summer : According to your rule book under article 17, clause 4-g, you are not permitted to use your semblance as a means to settle a dispute between students without the permission of the headmaster and forum 2-ge from security. If none of these actions have been done then the students are free to go but will be on parole for two weeks.

Scarlet was taken aback that she took the time to read through the Atlas handbook. Hell, she never even finished it!

Summer : I demand you let my team go!

Scarlet saw the fire in this girl's silver eyes and she was impressed. She smiled and laughed.

Scarlet (taking keys out) : I got to say kid, I have been here for 22 years and not once have I had a student do what you just did.

She walked to _TRQ's cell and opened it. As they she was walking towards _TRQ’s cell, RL shouted.

RL : Hey  I want to invoke what she said?

Scarlet : Do you want to finish it or me?

Summer (smiled) : The exclusion of that clause is if the team leader is caught in the event and if they are the reason for it. For only the team leader is allowed to invoke that clause.

The RL had a blank stare. He was just played like a cheap fiddle and was not happy about it. That pipsqueak had beaten him both physically and mentally.

He watched as they left and noticed Scarlet looking at him with a killer intent.

Scarlet : So, belittling women is what get's you hard, huh? I wonder how your ‘Bessie’ would feel about that?

RL gulped. Whatever punishment she had before would haven been more merciful.

***Outside of the Security Building***

Its been a few minutes of slowly walking back to the dorm with Summer leeting out a deadly aura. 

Tai : Summer, look we are so

Summer slapped him.

Summer (cold) : No talking. And I mean it. I want to you all to be quiet and listen to what I say and answer when I ask for it. Understood.

She said it in a low growl. She was rightfully mad at them and she wanted to know what happened.

_TRQ all shook their heads. They have only seen her like this once and that’s when they royally botched up when they were at Beacon.

Summer : Who threw the first punch?

Tai (ashamed) : Me.

Tai looked down. He didn't have the courage to look Summer in eyes.

Summer took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Summer : Why did you start the fight?

Raven : They wanted to fight Qrow and then the leader called me a bitch. Tai punched him after he said it.

Summer : Okay. Why were they mad at you?

She pointed at Qrow. Qrow looked away from her when she pointed at him and Summer noticed. She was not going to have any of it.

Summer : Qrow, why were they mad at you?

Qrow finally had the back bone to answer her.

Qrow : They were after you.

Summer was widen her eyes in shock. She tried to think what warranted her to get that kind of attention. Then she remembered a familiar scene. She started to blush and covered her face with her hood.

Qrow , Raven, and Tai all noticed her reaction and put to and to together and remembered RL comment before they left. They all grinned mischievously knowing they got her back to her normal self. And now she hiding something from them.

Qrow (teasing) : Summer, do you have something to say?

Raven (smirking) : Yeah, you were mad at us a second ago and now your a mess. What happened?

Tai (smiling) : Does the little Rose have a secret?

Summer finally caved in.

Summer (sheepishly) : I may or may not have flipped one of them on their back when I was getting our schedule.

Qrow, Raven, and Tai all looked at each other, then at her and then laughed.

Summer (embarrassed) : Stop laughing! This is serious what if something bad happened.

They were all laughing at her the whole way to the dorm. That's when Qrow remembered what he was told.

Qrow (trying ti finish laughing) : Alright guys. Enough,enough. I have something to tell Sum and it might be fun.

#summer rose #qrow branwen #tai xiao long #raven branwen #long night part 5 #rwby #rwby au

[jbeshir]

Why I Think Rationalist Self-Help Is Broken

So I was asked, fairly reasonably, after in my previous post I said I thought I might have had a narrow escape from a self-reinforcing set of bad approaches to mental health and executive functioning issues, what approaches I was thinking of, exactly.

This is a list of approaches I think are wrong, and the consensus around them in the self-help parts of the rationalist community (e.g. all the praxis/gnosis type channels I’ve encountered on rat!Discord) is a big part of why I no longer frequent those spaces and now consider myself rat!adjacent, centrally an EA, and more likely to pursue skeptic communities or other communities to try to find ones whose flaws I am happier living with, rather than expanding engagement with rationalist communities. Although I insist, as an unrepentant Yudkowskian, the rationalist community moved away from me and not visa versa.

If you’re a rationalist with “post rationalist” leanings who doesn’t want to read a list of reasons why I think you suck right now, I recommend not expanding this post; I’m going to try to be as polite as I can about it all and stuff, but at the end of the day the topic of the post is the topic of the post.

So, the approaches I think are bad, some with particular justification and some just by correlation to the rest.

Drug addiction/recreational drugs as coping mechanism. A bit ago I commented “alcoholism is cool so long as you swap out the drug”, sardonically, and someone responded to say that actually, they endorsed that, so this is an actual point of disagreement.

I think the primary problem with using incapacitating recreational drugs as a balm within your coping mechanism is that it provides an extremely good avenue for escapism, which is a really tempting way to buy a balm for today at the cost of tomorrow. Additionally, I think it readily leads to a thing where people can’t function sober because their coping strategy is unavailable, and can’t function high because, well, they’re high. And yet there is a lot of “oh, you feel bad? Let me help you get some weed”. Arguments about handling existing addicts aside, this is I think probably one of the ways people move into a rationalist cluster and then decline because of “helpful” peers sharing their escapism.

I miss straight-edge LW-rationality where my willingness to countenance alcohol put me at the questionable end of the spectrum.

A bunch of stuff tied up in the assumption that normal friendship and relationships are impossible for many people in the community and therefore people should be grateful to have friends and relationships at all. This particularly leads to the idea of the whole “catgirl” thing where you can apply any kind of costs to the people around you so long as you’re a catgirl for them, because both they and you assume that they can’t get friends anywhere else.

This is not actually true! Being friends with people who are... a bit high maintenance is great, but you shouldn’t do it out of the feeling that they are the only people who will be friends with you. It’s not true. and people shouldn’t feel like they can be as high maintenance as they want so long as they play catgirl.

When I got over this, approximately concurrent with me starting therapy and reinforced by an increase in RL socialisation they encouraged at the time, I flipped out a little and quit most of the circles I was in for a bit. I don’t need to be friends with people who borrow hundreds of pounds from me and have no shame about not paying it back to have friends, and any interactions with people who think I do are going to involve them taking liberties. I’m back in parts I like now, but without the previous “I need to cling to this community” feel.

Most stuff involved in thinking about social status and auras, and social reality, more likely if it promises to be looking at social reality for “real” when everyone else isn’t. These things are real, but... the only way I can really put the issue is... “wow, autistics are really bad at distinguishing between good and bad social models”. If the models pick up on one dynamic that a naive model doesn’t, they’re adopted without question, no matter what other cases they get wrong. And boy, do they get things wrong.

“Sometimes an impression of a person having an effective aura picks up on evidence that you would consciously miss about them being competent” => “The halo effect isn’t a bias anymore, it’s actually the correct way you should be approaching your decisions, your feels of a person’s aura is a better assessment of their competence than any assessments you might make away from those feels”, is every rationalist talking about how their in person interactions indicate a person actually has brilliant models despite everything they ever wrote being evaluated as awful when actually analysed blind. And it is frustrating as hell.

Auras and social reality offer a tempting opportunity to be the holders of a cynical secret, but taking that opportunity in no way requires people to actually adopt better models, and since the matter is complex enough that adopting better models is genuinely hard, that generally doesn’t happen. More common is brazen self-justification; the more you describe the rest of the world as sucking and focus on that the less your flaws show up relatively. The more you talk about your version of social reality, the less you have to pay attention to actual reality.

(I vaguely associate this stuff with Vassar’s group? But by now it’s the default.)

Trying to invent their own novel forms of therapy instead of (rather than as well as) going to actual therapists.

I think trying to execute therapy without being a therapist would be fair enough just because therapists are expensive, but some effort to actually be aware of what therapy generally entails rather than just sticking the name “therapy” on any series of actions you think is helpful would be good.

Hypnosis for mental health assistance and anything involved in exploiting suggestibility. This is mostly correlational- I observe a very strong correlation between cultivating suggestibility and a tendency to lack direction and an internal moral sense. But I also observe a lot of enthusiasm and no results, which is sufficient in itself to be dubious of it as a strategy.

Internal Family Systems; there’s a definite thing of temporarily disassociating to regain functionality temporarily I’ve seen people do which... I guess worked for them, I don’t want to recommend it but I can’t discourage it either.

But reifying things you are conflicted over into multiple personalities seems in the many cases I’ve seen it to let you keep both sides of the conflict, and I think that’s often not a good idea. The part of your thinking which is saying “actually, I don’t want to have this trait” should not be satisfied by being split off into a different personality unit than the trait.

I’m not sure it is something that can’t work to actually make progress in internal conflict, but I don’t think it looks like it is working the way I see it tried. I hear actual therapists touch on the concept, but I’d assign a probability of 80% that they do it different in a substantive manner.

I think peer support centred around validation has a tendency to validate behaving toxically. This isn’t rationalist exclusive, but is a problem with its self-improvement channels.

Separated out so you can more easily say you hate this bit while agreeing the above is bad: I also think it has a tendency to validate inaction. You don’t need to do X because Y. It’s okay to spend your time high because Z anyway. As a throwaway thing from a friend to a friend, well, there are worse crimes than bending epistemology while being supportive. As a culture, gets a bit crab bucket-y.

Part of the problem, I think, is that these traits tend to overlap and seem to reinforce each other. Once you get into some you get a bunch of the rest, and then you can’t update out because of the mutual reinforcement. The stuff you hear against your weed habit? Clearly just people manipulated by state propaganda trying to increase their own social standing. The stuff you hear against social power? It definitely seems to help in whatever hypnotic/suggestibility stuff you’re playing with. Why go to a therapist when they don’t understand social reality? And such. I never particularly bought into any of them, and am quite glad I did not.

I’ll mention messing with self-identity as something which is more good than bad. It doesn’t work, I think, if you detach yourself from reality enough that you can sustain a positive self-identity without actually... being positive, which is a problem that exists. It’s often done very poorly. But it’s still better than the way people readily self-identify as negative things by default. People are at least aware that negative identity is much more self-fulfilling than positive, and if you let something negative in there that wasn’t definitely true by accident then it will tend to become true.

Also, while I now no longer agree with the part of it based on IFS, I like the rest of the Luminosity sequence as a “soft sequence”, based on novel ideas, which I think is good for self-improvement; it focuses on self-observation to gain a more accurate self-model, and I think this largely works and is positive.

(On the Hammertime sequence in particular, I’ve not read it yet.)

#rationality #rationalists #rationality community #discourse

[valeriemperez]

Jason and Janet or Jason and Tahani

That’s actually a tough one, lol. Jason and Janet were sooooo cute in season one, but now Jason does seem into Tahani and vice versa so I have no problem with that ship either. I’m happy with either so long as the third party isn’t left lonely and crying. I mean, Janet is an information system, so she’ll probably get over it soon enough lol…

Looks like Shantel is in Vancouver. What do you think are the chances she’s in the 100th episode? 😬

Um… I guess 50/50? There’s plenty of other shows that film in Vancouver, and she just picked up a series regular role on something. But they may have cameos from a bunch of old guest stars, who knows?

And when GG posts about LA people criticize CP and he knows that because he’s been blocking some of them. So maybe it’s a good thing he’s not posting about LA either? Because CP can be criticized and trashed in favor of LA but poor LA right? I’m not talking about you but the LA defenders you seem to get. I’m not even going into how GG has given people plenty of reasons to criticize his RL because I agree that people shouldn’t do it on his IG but…Sorry, I needed to vent about double standards.

There’s definitely someone in my inbox who has mistaken me for a person who cares about Grant’s relationship or wants to defend his fiancée, lol. No one needs to be trashing anybody on the cast’s SM platforms and that’s the extent of my thoughts.

The reason GG and CP don’t interact on SM is obvious to me, it leads to them getting more hate. When GG commented on her selfie there was an influx of haters on both of them.

Whether or not that’s the reason, it’s their prerogative and it doesn’t mean they hate or love each other lol.

Agree with you CP isn’t thinking about KC often but I think CP isn’t thinking about DP often either. They have to work together but I don’t think CP pays attention to anything DP does offset. I don’t think she even saw the mag interview DP did. Stans flipped out but CP probably never bothered looking at it. She doesn’t keep up with DP. They’re professional and that’s it. I think the last thing CP wants to do is read or watch DP’s interviews.

CP probably didn’t see the interview, but I do think she’s bothered by DP. You don’t unfollow a coworker who doesn’t bother you.

1/ It doesn’t matter that all actors get shipped because of their characters, Grant is more sensitive than most people. He’s said so and we’ve seen it. That’s why when Gr@ndice stans get carried away and speculating that Grant has feelings for Candice and he should leave his girlfriend, it’s not something Grant can shrug off. Just like the body shaming from the leaked suit pic, hate on something Grant cares about hits him hard. Other celebs can handle it but Grant can’t. It’s how he is.2/ We shouldn’t be mad at Grant for not promoting WA, the ones to blame are the stans taking Gr@ndice literally, trying to prove it’s real by mocking Grant’s girlfriend. It got so bad someone faked DMs to ruin her reputation. After that Grant liked a fan’s debunking post that also claimed the DMs were faked by a WA stan. Grant hasn’t promoted WA since.

Please don’t come into my inbox trying to solely blame Grandice fans for Grant’s SM choices. He’s an adult who makes his own decision, and the ugly person who faked the DMs wasn’t even in the Flash fandom. Plenty of things have turned him off social media, anyway. 

Considering Grant sang “Running Home To You” just last night, I don’t think the DMs and WA promotion are in any way related.

I’m the one who sent the 2 part ask. Sorry if I came off as blaming all Gr@ndice fans. I’m a Gr@ndice fan. But there are some who take it literally and Grant has blocked them because of it. He is very sensitive to hate and it gets worse when he posts WA. Don’t think he hates WA but he is protecting his girlfriend.

He should be protective of and sensitive to his fiancée, nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s actually related to his promotion of WA/Flash or not, just like I don’t think the hatred towards Candice in his mentions send him away from SM either.

Grant did like Y0unis' post that incorrectly blamed WA stans for the fake DMs

I don’t know anything about that, but even if he thinks a WA fan did it, he still sang a song associated with WA last night.

#the flash for ts #the good place #anonymous #tatiana's thoughts #more asks under the cut #long post for ts #gossip

[rudjedet]

Hello! Someone on Reddit linked to an Amonkhet Invocation's Wrath of God apparently translated in ancient Egyptian. I found that super cool, but do you think you can tell us if this translation is correct? /r/magicTCG/comments/62q9sq/akhoc_wrath_of_god_invocation_in_ancient_middle/

For some reason I thought I’d posted this but it’s been stuck in my drafts instead. Don’t ask me how but I guess my brain just hasn’t been functioning properly since forever.

Anyway, here’s a line by line transliteration/translation of the Wrath of God card, with commentary.

Dnd nTrWrath (of) God

Both accurate and inaccurate: Middle Egyptian has a direct genitive construction wherein two nouns (possessor and possessed) can be written side by side. However, the flagpole hieroglyph, nTr, should have been written at the start of the line because of honorific transposition. It doesn’t make a difference for the transliteration, since that would still be Dnd nTr, but it just looks weird. It also doesn’t need the seated god-determinative after it. 

ra.wy sn (assuming similar RL orientation as Dnd nTr)Two two suns

The mana cost only works if you take the ideogram ra (sun) as an ideogram for white mana, obviously. This is all very literal. 

HkAMagic, incantation

Could work as “sorcery”, on a semantic level. HkA as a term is not one-on-one translatable with the fantasy kind of magic. Also, the orientation of these signs has suddenly flipped from RL to LR. I can see why these hieroglyphs are oriented LR, but I fail to see why Dnd nTr and ra.wy sn are oriented RL. 

iw HDi Ha.w nb m priDestroy every body in (the) battlefield

Jesus, these hieroglyphs are a mess. The orientation changed again, to RL. But the palm rib (the sign to the right of the arm-with-shield-and-club) is facing the wrong way. The word/sign groupings are also weird. m (the owl) and pri (the battlefield group) should not be mashed together like this. I also haven’t seen pri spelled like that before, but that could be me. 

As far as the grammar goes, I’m ridiculously out of practice with translating/parsing so while I’m not 100% certain this is correct I can’t pinpoint exactly why. I’m honestly no good when it comes to translating to hieroglyphs, since that was never required of us in uni.

n rDi.n=s ts anx tw nhiwithout her(?) giving (?) life this escape

Another orientation change - LR again now. While hieroglyphs could change orientation within a text depending on the situation, there’s no reason for the constant change on this card. It’s just… wrong.  The word groupings are once again off. The r sign (mouth) should not be below the two arms (n), for example. 

Grammatically the first part seems okay because I want to read a negation of the circumstantial sDm.n=f (n rDi.n=s). The rest I can’t make any sense of. The suffix =s is odd. I’d prefer to read =sn (they/them/their), but =sn isn’t at all written like this. Another option could be n rDi n=s, “without/not giving to her”.

I can’t find a word that corresponds to ts that would make sense in this context (the only ts is “bread”). I’m also not sure what to make of “life this escape”. I guess it’s an attempt to communicate the meaning of “regenerate”, since Middle Egyptian isn’t known to have that word.

#sylvhem #mtg #mtgakh #amonkhet

[dontcallmecarrie]

As a non-US fan, I think MCU's portrayal of the US is terrifying if you take it seriously. The superhumans are all American or US-affiliated, and apparently, the US was secretly controlling the world for decades via a high-tech/superhuman Nazi cel. Only Wakanda could stand up to them. Lots of non-US people must haaaate America in MCU So in TWIFFON, if I'm understanding it right, Tony is selling himself internationally as more inclusive and checking his privilege?

Disclaimer: I’m a very broke college student who’s main knowledge of international politics stems from a military history class I took years ago, so odds are it’s very much not nuanced. [Well, that, and being second-generation.] So, again, I’ll admit I’ve probably got my biases going on, which aren’t helped at all by the current very stressful sociopolitical climate. 

Secondary disclaimer: TWiFFON was meant to be nothing more than self-indugent crack, not sure where the hell the rest of this angst and legal drama came in, and apologies if I got anything wrong there that couldn’t be explained/hand-waved away via ‘this is MCU, we’ve got magic and aliens and mind-control and secret Nazis’. This was just me messing around with what I had at hand, and tried to take things to their most logical conclusions. I’m just derping around, probably reading too far into things that were probably not meant to be taken beyond face/shock value. 

Okay, now that that’s out of the way: yes, quite a few aspects of what the MCU’s implying puts me on edge. I mean, I’ve seen it since it started, back in 2008 with the first movie, and I loved quite a bit of it—but the further it went along, I keep getting put off by the turn it’s taken, in more ways than one.

The escalation in terms of villains, I kinda get: this is comic book science, okay, got it, I can work with that. However, the escalation in other ways, and the anti-Tony turn it took, during Phase 2? Not so much. Ditto as to the borderline imperialistic tone it took, too: Civil War’s just the straw that broke the camel’s back, in some ways [the fandom’s reaction is what inspired me to even write this fic], but even in The Winter Soldier I was just kinda mentally screaming when the HYDRA reveal happened. 

However, I will say that some parts of it, I could kinda see it as terrifyingly plausible, in some ways, especially with factoring in said comic book science: SHIELD, especially later on, was very heavily-coded to be basically another CIA, which…hasn’t been nice, to some countries in the past. [I guess that’s my personal bias, though: I’m a Latina, so I’m always especially low-key bitter hearing people talk crap about ‘those Mexicans’ and keeping my mouth shut while remembering that Chile’s and Venezuela’s and Guatemala’s infrastructure in the ‘70s was okay before—anyway. Sorry for the random tangent.] So, all things considered, and allowing for comic book extravagance, SHIELD’s past influence sounds plausible. I don’t like it, but it sounds plausible. 

That doesn’t excuse what’s going on in the modern day, however, and it’s why I’ve tried to deal with the fallout of the HYDRA reveal the best I could. The MCU just sort of…dropped it, after the fact, but in TWiFFON the world now has complete, unredacted proof of the shit SHIELD/HYDRA pulled, so there’s consequences. [I’ve mentioned this before in another meta post, too. Plus nobody’s happy about HYDRA having existed. No one.] 

So, yes, quite a bit of the world’s pissed off right now. 

They now have proof of what went down, but have to be careful as to how to deal with this because yes, the US has quite a bit of power and not very many countries can really compete. I mean, Wakanda’s one, but I can’t help but think that Russia’d be another, since I’m assuming the MCU parallels our world in some ways, especially when it comes to power dynamics. […no comment about rl nope this is stress relief dammit]. Plus, they’ve got Tony Stark, who for decades was one of the biggest names in the arms industry. You’re probably sick of hearing this, but I really can’t understate it, because the threat he presents was huge. [Jericho missile, anyone?] 

So, yes, while the US flipped out when Tony came back from Afghanistan and did what he did, the rest of the world breathed a sigh of relief. 

Because after Afghanistan, that is definitely how the rest of the world’s seeing it: Tony’s focusing on the bigger picture, literally trying to make the world a better place, and trying to be a better man. He’s checking his privilege, in a way, and pushing for accountability and privatizing world peace and everything else is just proof that he’s on the right track.

(Kinda spoilery, but that’s also going to be a major component behind the power dynamics behind the Civil War arc; because here, Johannesburg didn’t get swept under the rug, and Lagos onward is going to result in a clusterfuck and a half if all goes according to plan.)

#I got an ask! #Naught replies #behind the scenes #meta #if you're going to be evil might as well do it right meta #now the time is here for iron man to spread fear #if you're going to be evil might as well do it right #The War is Far From Over Now #canon went screwy years back here's my attempt to fix it #Headcanon #Naught rambles

[entireoranges]

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This was gonna be a text to my hubby but it got long so I decided to post here; though no one will care...

Far as I can tell the last mentions/discussions of it was 2016 but I was googling Rhett and Link religion and similar phrases and stumbled upon a Tumblr with a few asks pertaining to that topic in particular their (R and L) views on homosexuality. Seems in the past they supported, attended, and did non RL video projects for this church which is apparently not LGBT friendly. Also seen comments saying no proof of that which the counter is if you look hard enough its there.

Anyways it has folks confused how can R and L have openly LGBT staff members, say things in support, but attend a church which is against that? I couldn’t find anything to support it or rather I saw references to posts/threads but myself didn’t see it of how its their wives especially L’s that is super into the church and has stated some questionable things. Also for this church some of the kids are in advertising materials on the website. Apparently its big into youth culture and all that jazz.

Like I said really haven’t seen more recent “discussions” on it perhaps the folks upset by it quit watching or the topic faded out?

In my personal opinion I think they do support LGBT rights 100% and have no issues with it. In an Ear Biscuit apparently they disused if any of their kids were LGBT they love and support them; unfortunately I’m not sure which episode and seems conflicting responses from folks pinpointing which one. And perhaps in the long list of things this church does and does not support doesn’t mean they themselves agree with everything. They are human not sheep.

And yes perhaps while publicly they support LGBT staffers etc in private they could have prayer circles to save their souls. But I really don’t think that’s the case.

I do get the impression their views on this has changed and grown but at their cores they believe in God and keeping God first and shouting they support and love LGBT community could be hard even though they do.

Ultimately I think people have an obsession with having celebrities fit a perfect mold and if one fraction is off of that mold they flip shit.

I don’t know how to end this and typing it has dropped me like 15 percent so I’ll just end here.

#my thoughts #rhett and link #sorry no links #finding them would really kill my battery