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[asterz-playz-official]

Yeah.

#national coming out day #gender? who uses THAT anymore?! Try out all-new I Don’t Give A Fuck! it’s the perfect substitute for gender! buy now! #basically just don’t #ever #refer #to #me #as #a #girl #okay???????? #okay. #good talk.

[the-witchhunter]

You know, if Spider Punk gets people interested in punk, good. We all have to start somewhere and Hobie is a damn good representation. If he is what makes a person go “hey, this seems cool, I should check it out.” good. That’s one more person interested in punk and wanting to get into it. 

That being said, if you are new to punk(hi baby punks!) some things to keep in mind

1. Punk philosophy is largely anti-authoritarian. Individual and even punk communities differ on specifics, and some are more political than others, but the core themes tend to be resisting those who would control and oppress us, and supporting and including people in your community

2. Punk fashion SHOULD NOT BE EXPENSIVE. A lot of fashion companies will try and sell you jackets for a couple hundred bucks, but that’s just corporations trying to cash in on a subculture. A big part of Punk and its history is DIY because Punk should be open to everyone and putting that behind a fashion paywall is just not punk. You don’t even need to be dressing punk to BE punk, but thrift your clothes. Make stencils and use spray paint or bleach to give it a pattern. Use old jeans to make patches. Buy your spikes and studs in bulk and go wild. Turn your old t shirt that doesn't fit anymore into a back patch. Go crazy with some safety pins. You can make more with $30 than you can buy from a designer for $300. And skill is not needed, frankly if it looks a little wonky it makes it look more punk

3. Dental floss makes for good thread for sewing on patches. It’s good for thick, stylistic stitches and is both cheap and durable. Don’t know why I made this its own point but it’s one of the most common tricks for punk DIY besides taking paint to scraps of fabric to make a patch. Honestly, if you want to know how to do more, just ask other punks how they made their vests and jackets, they’ll probably be happy enough to tell you

4. Punk philosophy and music is closely related. The communities evolved around the music scene so it is closely linked. Give some punk bands a try if you haven't already. There’s a bunch of subgenres so you’ll probably find something you like. From OG “proto punk” where the sound was still developing into what we call punk, to pop punk, anarco punk, and folk punk. There are people who say you can’t be punk if you don’t listen to the music, and there’s a whole conversation to be had about all that, but it’s just a good idea to try listening to some punk music

5, Nazis fuck off

6. Seriously, nazis fuck off. There’s a whole history behind it and why we associate skinhead punks with neo nazis. Largely we’ve made it clear we don’t want nazis in our community and the street punk music scene that nazi punks became associated with has made strides to separate themselves from that.

7. Be cool and respectful of people regardless of religion, ethnicity, race, sexuality, gender, background, etc. Solidarity with our community is important and all sorts are welcome. Gatekeeping isn’t cool and frankly women and minorities have done a lot for punk as a whole. Respect for everyone

#punk #baby punk #spider punk #hobie brown #hobart brown #DIY #punk DIY #punk fasion

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Life's Too Short - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / GN!Reader

Length: 1.3k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Mentions of Toxic Work Environment; Shitty Coworkers; Crying; Angst; Career Change; Gender Neutral Reader; No Use of Y/N; No Physical Description of Reader

Summary: Your life has been completely taken over by your toxic job. Rooster gives you the support you need to leave it behind.

Master List

Driving to meet your boyfriend for dinner after work, you sniffled and tried to hold your composure. You didn’t want to spend your entire time with Bradley just ranting about the assholes who were currently making your life a living hell, but it felt like the second that you started talking about work, you couldn’t stop. 

Your whole life was just becoming consumed by it, and you just felt powerless to stop it.

Parking next to the Bronco, you got out of your car and walked down to where Bradley was waiting for you with a bag of takeout. He looked up and smiled when he saw you approach, but when he noticed your expression, he quickly stood up.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you told him, trying to be mindful of how much energy you expended on work. Bradley reached out and gently grabbed your shoulders, causing you to look at him, still forcing yourself to try to hold it in. “I’m fine.” 

“No, you’re not,” he insisted, which made your lips wobble. “What happened?” 

Breaking down and rambling in an octave that you weren’t quite sure was audible to the human ear, you collapsed against your boyfriend. Bradley wrapped you in his arms and gave you a squeeze, supporting you as you just let it all out, like the dam just burst. 

“And they just blow up at me for the stupidest little things while I’m busting my ass and working longer hours to get all of the work done and I just can’t do it anymore!” you sobbed, making Bradley’s hold on you tighten. “I’m so tired, Brad. I’m so fucking tired.” 

Bradley let out get it all out, simply giving you the support that you needed in that moment. Leading you down to the picnic blanket that he set out for the two of you, Bradley gave you a water bottle and continued to hold you until you stopped shaking. Pressing a kiss to your neck, he rubbed his thumb on your hip.

“I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go back,” you repeated, burying your face further into Bradley’s chest. 

“So don’t,” Bradley stated, causing you to pick your head up.

“It’s not that simple,” you sighed, feeling your headache building. 

“Why not?”

“I need to make rent. And pay for food to eat and everything else.” 

“I know that, but . . . I’m really worried about you,” Bradley replied softly.

“I know,” you returned, causing Bradley to shake his head.

“I don’t think you do.” Gently nudging your chin up so that you looked at him, Bradley added softly, “Baby, I don’t want to see you like this every day. And I’m honestly more worried about the nights where you go home to your apartment without me.” 

“I’ve tried applying for other jobs, but it just hasn’t gone anywhere,” you reminded him. 

“I know that, but, Baby, I’m worried about you. You’re not yourself. You’re not living because you’re just consumed by this shit—and it’s not your fault. You need to get out.” He wiped your tears away gently. “How much do you have saved up?”

“Nothing crazy.” 

“Well, how many months do you think you could make it without a paycheck?” 

“I don’t know. Three?” 

“Alright, well, if you quit your job tomorrow, you have three months to find a new job. That’s completely doable.” 

“But what if it’s not?”

“You can move in with me,” Bradley stated, causing you to turn back to him. “I’ll support you.” 

“I can’t ask you to do that, Brad.” 

“Why not?”

“It’s . . .” you trailed off, trying and failing at coming up with a reason.

“It’s?” Bradley pressed, causing you to get emotional again.

“You’d really let me move in with you?”

“I want you to move in with me,” Bradley stated, giving your hips a loving squeeze. “I love you. And I want to see you happy and being your normal self. Life is too goddamn short to let those assholes break you down.”

You struggled to not cry again from the emotion of the moment. Wrapping your arms around Bradley’s shoulders, you pressed yourself against him, nearly knocking the two of you over. He pressed a kiss to your head as you buried your face in his neck.

“You win best boyfriend,” you joked, causing Bradley to scoff.

“Of course, I win best boyfriend. Who was my competition?” 

“I don’t know,” you mused, picking your head up. 

Cupping his cheeks, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before resting your head on his shoulder again. You let out a breath, thinking through everything. Bradley gave you some space, occasionally rubbing your thigh or arm, but otherwise remaining quiet. 

“I’m going to do it,” you stated, digging your fingers into his shirt. “I’m going to finally do it.” 

~~~~~

Two Weeks Later . . . 

“Are you sure that there’s nothing that we can offer to keep you here?” your manager asked as you cleaned up your desk. 

“Nope,” you replied with fake niceness. “Thank you though.” 

Making sure that you had everything, you strutted past your asshole manager and the office bitches who terrorized you for too goddamn long. Well, all of the time that they used to scold you, send you passive aggressive or just outright aggressive emails, and mock you in front of your coworkers would now have to be used to do your job. 

And you may or may not have deleted or shredded all of the personal notes and guides for how to do your specific job. But what were they going to do about it? Fire you?

Walking out of the building with your head held high, you practically beamed when you spotted Bradley standing in the parking lot. He leaned back against the Bronco with his broad arms folded against his chest, looking like a dream. You put your bag and box in the trunk before nearly leaping into his arms. 

“You did it,” Bradley praised you as you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“I did it,” you agreed, so excited. “I’m free.” 

“Let’s go celebrate then,” Bradley offered, pulling open the door to the passenger side for you. “Get in, Roomie.” 

Pressing one last victorious kiss to his lips, you slid into the Bronco. Bradley hopped in on the other side and started the car. Pulling away from the building that held a mountain of negative emotions for you for the very last time, you held your hands up and let out a cheer, causing Bradley to crack up. 

Grabbing your hand, he threaded your fingers together and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. When the two of you came to a stoplight, you leaned over and pressed an extended kiss to his lips. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

A.N. This was something I wrote right after work one day because I wish I had a Rooster to give me this kind of support.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x you #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #top gun #tgm #tgm fanfiction #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x reader #rooster #rooster top gun

[infraaa]

KOSA 101

Let’s talk about this. This is something I haven’t seen a lot of in my end, and this new bill may be troubling to not just us as a whole, but content creators. So, this isn’t just exclusive to AO3 anymore. This can go as far as places like Wattpad, Quotev, DeviantArt, and here.

So, to put it bluntly, if you give a fuck, listen.

What is KOSA?

KOSA (Kids Online Safety Act,) is a bill within the United States that was initially created last year with the aim of protecting youth (considerably age 16 and under,) from viewing harmful content online. It has since been updated and reintroduced by Richard Blumenthal (D-CT) and Marsha Blackburn (R-TN.) Now, on surface level, it may seem like this has a good outlook, right? Not in the slightest. This bill, while it may not be passed yet rather introduced, may take an extreme to protect youth and monitor all. Yes, I said monitor.

Not only is NSFW content bound to be flagged, which may totally censor a lot of creators not just on this platform but others, a wider band that is under this new bill is LGBT+ content. According to Senator Blackburn of Tennessee, who is KOSA’s co-author, even education on race discrimination was viewed as “dangerous to kids,” and this soon branches out to race, gender, and sexuality discrimination. This also extends out to anxiety, depression, eating disorders, etc. The bill puts itself in the hands of State Attorney Generals in order for them to use tools of censorship against our rights and safety— not just for the youth, but for adults too, as we may face (giving an example,) hurdles trying to obtain things like legal documents.

How does KOSA work?

KOSA works by acting as a censor and self filter for the internet. By the hands of Attorney State Generals, they ultimately decide what is harmful to kids online. Though, this is a dual edged sword. This would also present the loss of access to information that a large sum of people may not deem dangerous. This again extends outward towards things like depression, substance abuse, etc— complex topics without a clear agreement on causes or solutions. This means that it could also filter, and possibly censor medical information, extending outward to trans medical care as well, which may lead on to silence the transgender community further. This is a very bad thing.

There would still be features like Age Verification, but it also filters legal speech. What I mean by “there will still be features,” to give an example, Tumblr has a tab in settings where you can add your birthday, which in turn verifies how old you are. Tiktok has this feature as well. About filtering legal speech, any kind of media or information that has to do with societal ills that is held on a platform, for example, Tumblr, will enable that platform to be held liable for holding that information. But… it may seem like I’m getting off topic, aren’t I?

So let’s swing back around…

KOSA has the ability to hurt creators on several different platforms. This gives the United States Government unlimited range of control over the internet.

This linktree has at least four different petitions open for you to take action against the bill, and to contact your congressmen and women. There’s also a discord server that’s dedicated to stopping KOSA from passing.

By doing this, you are spreading your voice. You are helping millions of people nationally— creators, artists, writers, everyone.

And finally, don’t just like this post. Reblog it— it helps it spread and gain exposure.

Let’s put an end to KOSA.

#infrawrites #infraspeaks #kosa bill #kosa act #kosa #stop kosa #kids online safety act #lgbtq community #lgbtqiia+ #wattpad #a03 down #a03 #writers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #I’m sorry for the tag overload and the cookie run tags are irrelevant but that’s the community I’m in #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run overbreak #crob

[melinoelliones]

You were on your first official “dream first date”, cuddled up watching cheesy romance movies. However Micah Yujin, the cocky little hacker you met 5 days ago, wasn’t being so cocky anymore.....

MINORS DNI/ AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ ANTI DC DNI/ 18+

Warnings: neck kisses, oral, dry humping, hickies, teasing, early ejaculation, grinding, cursing, slight face fucking, slight choking, whimpering

1.9K words

SECOND PIECE OF WRITING LESS GOOOOOOOO!! Again I am still new at this so please don't jump me LOL. I know there are many mistakes, weird wordings/story so on and so forth but oh well. I played Error143 a while ago with my friend group, and since then this man has been on my mind 24/7. Seeing him get flustered in game reminded me of this idea I had stored away for a fic which I felt would actually suit him nicely so here we are. Hope all the Micah lovers enjoy. On a serious note I have never written for a gender neutral reader so please let me know if I should change anything! Also I’ve used the nickname Angel as one of the names since that is what he uses in game!

The image of Micah was drawn by @kamuyagi​ on tumblr and twitter so check em out! I was given the green light to use their art so thank you again, it was lovely speaking to you :)

"You... actually like this stuff?", you could almost hear the smirk creeping up on Micahs face while pointing at the screen. "Some of us like to bake, others like to lie in bed and watch romance movies, problem?", you questioned while glancing over at him with a stern look, "no no, I have no issues here, was just curious is all Angel". He chuckled away while watching you turn back to face the TV, his chest now pressed against bare back as he was pulling you closer into him.

THE Micah Yujin was in your bed, cuddling up behind you, watching one of your favourite movies, it was almost unreal to you. Who would've known this would be the outcome of deciding to hack someone 5 days prior due to jealousy.

You could feel every ridge from his toned stomach as you both followed along with the movie, you both were down to just your underwear as he had suggested you guys "stay comfortable" since you were spending the day binge watching cheesy romance movies.

You couldn't help but think there was an ulterior motive but he was adamant that there was "no funny business in his agenda today", even though you had to pretend to ignore the figure which began to press against your lower back every so lightly.

"Uh uh uh, what is THIS my love"? Before you could even respond Micah had covered your eyes with his hands so you could no longer see the screen, "this is FAR too PG for you don't ya think Angel?", his sniggering getting louder as you attempted to swat him away. "THIS is too PG? Micah they're only kissing, I don't even think they go all the way in this one", you couldn't help but laugh a little, he was so immature.

You rolled over to face him, inching closer to his newly flustered face, "How about I show you PG hmm?", your seductive tone causing his eyes to widen, your own flittered between his and his lips. The sexual tension in the air rising as you let your lips linger by his teasing him while moving to lay on his chest.

"You're such a tea~", you cut him off by crashing your lips into his, gliding them over one another. His hand slid up to your neck, gently applying pressure while lightly tugging you even closer, the kiss getting heated ever so quickly. Micah caught your bottom lip between his, gently easing his tongue into your mouth as you followed, you let him take charge just this once.

The sexual tension quickly turned into frustration, as he deepened the kiss you knew he wanted more, the soft moans leaving his lips told you more than enough but you wouldn't give it up that easily. You could also feel how needy he was yet he didn't dare to try anything further.

You slowly pulled away, a string of saliva linking you together as you sat up, he watched as your eyes moved from his lower stomach to his eyes. "It's pretty convenient that at your request we are both only in our underwear. It's almost like.... This is what you wanted to happen hmm? Don't get all shy on me now". The grin forming on your face causing the usually cocky man under you to squirm trying to cover his heated cheeks.

"Nothing to say for yourself hmm?" you frowned smugly while watching Micah struggle to get any words out, "a~actually I~". You felt him choke back on his words as you leant forward letting you fingers coiled around his already hard nipples. "Sensitive here are we Micah?", your words ringing through while snaking your fingers around them.

You could feel Micah swallowing down his moans on your lips as you placed small kisses down the side of his neck, sucking lightly on each left kiss while nibbling down. Whilst trailing them down to his chest you blew gently against the newly placed hickies, you felt his body quiver due to how tender the marks were.

Micah's eyes widened as he heard your breath hitch while jolting up. "Ah, and you told me to shield my eyes from a kiss in a movie?", the confused look on his face dropping as he followed your eyes to his newly grown piece that was now pressing up on your lower half, you took your bottom lip in your teeth as you cheekily began to grind down against it.

Was Micah really that turnt on by a few neck kisses? This was the same egotistical man that would boast about how you would definitely fold first when it comes to being in the same room.

You couldn't help but giggle to yourself quietly while watching him squirm under you trying to take any extra friction he could from your lower half to his, desperation looked good on him.

You crawled off him, you could almost hear him internally sighing thinking you were done teasing him but he couldn't be further from correct. You placed yourself between his legs, hands running down his torso to the band of his boxers, your eyes half lidded with desire as you rolled your tongue against your top teeth, a coy grin plastered on your face.

Sliding the fabric down under his hips you took his length in your hand, the sheer size of it took you by surprise, no wonder the rare times when he was modest were only when you would joke about it being small without having seen it, "So this is what you've been hiding, I think I can handle it" you bit your lip while perking up.

"What do you mean by tha~ oh fuck", Micah hissed through his teeth as you timidly rubbed his ever growing member. With each stroke you could hear his needy moans get louder, his eyes showing a pure yearning for more."Look at you, is this the smug and overconfident hacker I met 5 days ago? 2 minutes in and you're already this turnt on", you teased as he averted his eyes from you.

"Look at me pretty boy", your stern tone followed by you meticulously moulding your fingers around his member massaging it in your hand, you could hear Micah curse through his moans. He turnt to look at you, eyebrows tilted upwards in bliss.

You weren't sure how much more he could take as you didn't know his cues yet, however you did know you weren't going to let it end here, having a cheeky man in submission was too perfect to give up this fast.

You slowly stopped your hand movements, "w~why'd you stop?" Micah whined trying to conduct himself, he wasn't used to being this vulnerable but with you he didn't mind but he wasn't expecting all this.

"Okay Micah, would you rather I finish you off with my hand, or mouth? Hackers choice.", your cheeky tone confusing him as to if that was a real question. Before he had a chance to formulate a response you placed your fingertips on the cusp on his cock, as you pressed them onto it you stuck out your tongue to let a drop of saliva hit his tip, your grip tightening as his body squirmed.

While kneading the tip in your fingertips you asked again, "You gotta pick one Micah, if not I guess we can leave it here and go back to the mov~", "mouth". "What was that? I couldn't hear you?", you pouted jokingly as if to mock him. You had full control and you were going to get the most out of it.

"P~Please, please finish me off with your mouth Angel", Micahs head rolling back in pure sexual frustration, "good boy Micah, i'm all yours". Without another word you skimmed your tongue across his shaft before taking it in your mouth, your warm breath adding to the burning in his stomach.

You bobbed your head up and down taking him all in, your saliva mixing with his precum engulfing his cock in a wet heat. "Fuuuck baby, don't stop", his hand slid to your cheek, caressing it before bringing it to the back of your head, you felt a slight pressure.

Was he really trying to fuck your face? You weren't expecting him to get a burst of confidence, or was his body just moving on its own? Either way it was turning you on little by little. You placed your free hand on his balls, palming them as he began to grind his hips forwards, the crown of his cock hitting the back of your throat each stroke.

Micah's moans became sloppy and incoherent as your tongue slid across the slit in his piece before taking it all back in, humming to allow it to slip back down your throat, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming closeness he was feeling.

You could feel him twitching slightly in your mouth, "oh my g~god i'm so close baby", his whining getting louder as you gave his balls in your palm some more attention. "Just keep going baby" he mewled out in desperation.

Before you could have another thought you felt him shudder, as if on cue he let go, you could feel it cascade down your throat coating it completely, his breath hitching as you continued to deepthroat him, swallowing whatever remained in your mouth. "W~What are you d~oing I can't take much mo~", you could hear him whimpering as the overstim started to consume him, the delirium swirling inside him as the suction intensified.

"F~Fuuuck Angel", he was drowning in pain and pleasure, you started to slow down using your tongue to take in the elixir of cum and saliva encasing his cock cleaning him up. You could almost feel his member throbbing as you pulled back. You gazed at him alluringly as he covered his deep red cheeks with his forearm, "welllll, did I do good Mr Micah?".

Another cheeky smirk emerging on your lips as you slid your hand on last time up his length to take off anything remaining, licking it clean while remaining eye contact with him, he breathlessly mumbled "you~you did more than good I can tell ya that much" whilst you placed him back in his boxers carefully.

Micah grabbed your jaw with his hand pulling you into a quick heated kiss as you went to lay by his side, the taste of him and your saliva slightly re-turning him on. "You outdone anything I expected you to do, that's for sure, i'm still kinda in a haze", he chuckled letting you go, you winked at him before sliding back to face the television, back against his chest once again.

You could feel his heartbeat calming down behind you, you had definitely shocked him with your actions. Who knew you could make a cocky man whimper n writhe with just your mouth? God knows what he would be like if you guys actually fucked, you were definitely intrigued though.

You felt his arm wrap around your waist before moving up to your chin, turning your head so your ear was beside his lips, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "Once i've managed to collect myself, how about I repay you for your little display hmm? How does that sound?". His husky tone taking you aback.

He placed a kiss on the nape of your neck before sliding his arm back to your waist, your mind running through all possible scenarios that could pan out due to his cryptic words. All you knew was that the date was just beginning.

#meli noel's work #micah yujin #micah yujin smut #micah yujin x reader #micah yujin x reader smut #error143 #error 134 #error143 smut #error 143 smut #meli noel

[dearest-painter]

My beautiful child! PT.2

Summary: Mile’s has a younger sibling who isn’t…human to say. Their a demon who cannot go into the sunlight,his parents knows and make them do online school. When he an his siblings go to a place where all the spider people are at…they decided they want a new child and Y/N is perfect material for them!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Nezuko,Reader is Miles’s younger sibling,Reader can talk they just make Miles say stuff or make him translate their muffled words,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader wears the same muzzle as Nezuko,Reader is not a spider-person,Reader wears skirts and oversized hoodies with leggings because they can get hurt by the sun touching their skin but they still have no gender,The whole family knows about Reader being a demon and having to wear clothes to not allow the sun to touch them,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.1

Miles and you just ran away…again as Miguel was chasing you both again. “WHY THE FUCK IS A GROWN MAN CHASING TWO TEENAGERS!?” You were unfazed by this as it was pretty normal at this point. You held your muzzle as it kept trying to fall out, you two ended up in a place where Hobie, Gwen, Peter B, and Mayday where. You both fell but you went flying as you were on Miles’s back but you didn’t get to hurt. You ran towards Miles and made sure he was okay.

“Mmhmhmm?!” “I’m okay Y/N, just a tiny scratch that’s all!” “Mmmhmmm!” “I’m fine really, are you okay though? You went FLYING!” “Mhm! Mhmmmhmh!” Miles sighed happily as you two got up but also hid you behind him as Miguel approached you two. “Peter..what the fuck is your friend on!?” “He’s all bark and barely any bite!” Miles looked at him shocked as he and you just witnessed Miguel chased you down while threatening Miles. You glared at Miguel as it was obvious he was the reason Miles was in distress.

Miguel didn’t know why but he hates how you hide behind Miles and glare at him…he doesn’t know why he hates it. “Miguel, you know Miles and his younger sibling Y/N.” Peter B got in front of you and Miles hiding you from Miguel’s vision. Miguel had his usual annoyed face but smelt blood…who was bleeding? It wasn’t any of the spider-people until he looked over Peter’s shoulder to see you biting Miles’s arm. Peter B looked around unfazed. “You okay kid?” “Yeah, Y/N hasn’t been eating as usual so I’m giving some blood” “what…the fuck are they?” “I ain’t su-“ “A demon, originally they were human but now a demon”

Miguel then felt a sudden hit of responsibility. He can relate to having to eat blood for survival but Miles wasn’t a good brother for you, he was a bad influence on you. Miguel needed to be the dad you need. Soon you stop while wrapping bandages of his bitten arm, you were still hungry but Miles is your brother and you don’t wanna hurt him. “Here…” miles was shocked to see Miguel handing you a blood bag but you didn’t care and drank the whole damn thing. “Aww you have a soft spot for little demon!” “Shut it Parker” Peter B rolled his eyes as Miguel began to rant.

You were holding Mayday again as she pretended to be an airplane, you didn’t talk to Gwen…she doesn’t seem like who she used to be anymore but maybe that’s just you being sleepy! Yeah that must be the reason!

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #gn reader #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere spiderverse #yandere spider man across the spider verse #my beautiful child series #part 2 of many

[sarahs-secrets2]

Stargirl (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

RAHHHHHHHHH, despite the title IT'S GENDER NEUTRAL FOR ALL MY LOVES!!!!!! It's short too I'm sorry LOL, I wanted to put something out tonight but I just didn't have the energy for 1k words (feeling lazy I'm sorry)

Loosely based on Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 662

Warnings: NSFW, sexual tension, swearing, descriptions of sex dream, pet names, light smut

₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

The lull between missions was the most excruciating boredom you had ever felt. Graves, you, and some other Shadows sat in the common area trying to pass boredom. Laying down on the couch you were throwing a tennis ball up in the air making a game out of trying to knock a ceiling tile out. Graves was sat at the main table flipping through files trying to busy his mind. 

“Would you quit bouncing that ball, fuck”, one of the newest shadows was very obviously irritated with how you were trying to expel your boredom.

“No one said you had to sit here and watch”, glancing over at them from your spot on the couch, shooting a middle finger in their direction. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough you two”, Phillip hadn't even looked up from the scattered paperwork as he continued, “Get rid of that damn ball, we’re gonna go take watch c’mon”

“I think staring into the abyss of nothing would be more exciting than taking watch, Commander”, you stood up from the couch, walking past Phillip which gave him the chance to place his hand on your lower back as he guided you out of the room. 

“Lose that attitude darling”, Graves’ whispered in your ear, making sure no one else heard. Finally reaching the lookout, the Commander dismissed the previous Shadows who were taking watch. 

“Just as boring as I thought”, you laughed leaning up against the guard rail, crossing your legs slightly. 

“We haven’t even been up here a minute darlin’ c’mon now, I’ll make it worth your while”, Graves walked towards you, grabbing your waist and pulling you off the rails and into him. Instinctively your hands wrapped around his neck, resting your foreheads together.

“You just wanted to get me alone Commander”, speaking barely above a whisper

“Guilty as charged”, he broke from your grasp, raising his hands like he had been caught. Keeping in mind that the two of you were on watch, Graves’ grabbed the binoculars doing a quick look around to make sure all was well. “What are you thinking about over there”, Phillip asked as he peeked at you from above the binoculars. 

“Did I ever tell you about my dream you were in?”, 

“I don't think you did doll, go ahead I’m listening”

“Hm okay, I was bent over the counter”,

“Is this a sex dream?” Phillip dropped the binoculars, now giving you his full attention. 

“Well yeah”, you could see his pants getting tighter as he leaned up on the rail crossing his arms as he waited for you to continue. 

“Go on darlin’, I’m waiting”, a smugness had taken over Graves now that he knew you were dreaming of him fucking you. 

“I don’t remember all of it so don't get too excited over there”, pointing at his now very obvious erection. Phillip shrugged, he didn't mind, he was a man who didn’t shy away from sex. “My back was arched, and I was fully scratching the counter, like leaving marks” 

“Minx”, Graves just laughed as you were recalling the dream to him, he outstretched a hand to pull you in. Your ass now resting on his hard cock, and his hands resting on your waist rubbing small circles with his thumbs. “What else happened?”, your breath caught in your throat as you tried to find your train of thought as Phillip whispered lightly into your ear. 

“I don't remember anymore”, your face was warm and you felt dizzy.

“Well, was hoping to hear how I made you cum, but I guess I’ll settle for the real thing”, placing slow kisses on your neck as he spoke. “Let me get a new team up here to take over watch, and we can make that dream of yours a reality, how ‘bout that doll?”. Still unable to think, you nodded looking back at Phillip who was lightly pushing into your ass as he smirked at you.

"Go head back down to my room, I'll wait for the boys and meet you down there", the Commander pulled you into a kiss before sending you on your way with a wink.

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Sorry it's so short </3 forgive me pls, and if there’s a typo pls lmk I’m so tired LOL

#phillip graves smut #phillip graves cod #phillip graves #philip graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #warren kole #cod mw2 #Spotify

[hazel2468]

I just had a friend tell me “Well, Jews DO have white privilege- when was the last time you were hatecrimed for being a white Jew? Cops ignore you!” and I had to inform this person that my earliest fucking full memory is my mother and I being harassed by a cop at a park SPECIFICALLY because he looked at her, pegged her for a kike, and then told us that “your kind of people” weren’t welcome at this public park. He then threatened her with arrest, said a few choice words, and ten minutes later mom was explaining to little me that people will hate us because we’re Jews (I’ve posted about this before). I had to inform them that the town I grew up in was SUED for passing laws to purposfully try to keep Jews- and mostly WHITE Jews- out of their public parks and, later, out of the town entirely. And that effort was backed up by wails of “it’s not racism/antisemitism! We’re not RACIST! They’re WHITE! We just don’t want those JEWS here because they’re dirty/welfare users/ disgusting pedophiles”.

Do I pass as white on the street? Hell yes. Is there a sort of fucked up privilege in that, so long as no one knows I’m a Jew, I get treated like any other white woman? Yeah.

But does all of that change the INSTANT someone finds out I’m Jewish? Have I had people instantly begin talking to me and treating me in ways they weren’t literally three seconds prior? Have I had the attitudes of authority figures, including fucking cops, change to hostility the SECOND they have ANY indication that I’m a Jew? Have I experienced everyone from food delivery people to passersby to postal workers give me and my mezzuzah dirty looks? Yes.

It isn’t a fucking “privilege” if that privilege is contingent on you fucking hiding yourself. In the same way that (to draw a personal example here) mspec queers don’t have “straight privilege” when they date someone of what appears to be the opposite gender, Jews do not have “white privilege” when those of us who are perceived as white are conditionally given access to those benefits. Because the SECOND someone finds out we’re Jewish. We’re not white anymore. We’re either, depending on who you ask, non-white non-European pedophilic invaders who want to corrupt Christian America (Qanon), subhuman vermin who are the worst of the worst and a threat to racial white purity (Nazis and white supremacists), or uber privileged more-than-white super-rich oppressors-of-all genocidal assholes who are personally responsible for every atrocity ever committed by the government of a state the size of New Jersey (progressives and Leftists).

Until y’all are capable of understanding that not everything works under the very narrow view of race and religion that America has, until you can understand that it isn’t “you are privileged or you’re not”, until you can understand that telling Jews that we are all white and privileged when we have been and continue to be murdered for LITERALLY not being white is ignorant at BEST and racist antisemitism at worst. Until y’all can actually LISTEN to Jews when we tell you our history, our experiences, what it’s like to be part of a group that has ALWAYS been on the outside- the same shit you (rightly) offer other marginalized groups.

Fuck off.

#antisemitism #k slur #I am so sick of this shit #people really think that Jews just have it so good #when the right is screaming for our genocide #because we're either tools in their christian death cult #or they're nazis and want us all dead because we're of the Jewish race #when the left is ALSO screaming for our genocide #either because Israel is THE hot topic #and it's so cool to hate on the only Jewish state endlessly #with no nuance #and to bring all the Jews everywhere into it #OR because y'all atheist fuckers seem to be chugging the antisemitism jucie #like your life depends on it #we are SCREAMING for help #we are BEGGING for solidarity #and you don't give it #and then you complain about Jews being too insular #or too confrontational and nasty #WE CAN'T TRUST YOU ASSHOLES #We have learned #and you have PROVEN over and over #that we can't trust ANYONE but us #because NONE OF YOU care about us #rant

[cositapreciosa]

dearest friend, can i request a kitty fic where reader is possibly a nursing student who’s had a one night stand (or is in a new sort of relationship) with kitty and is called upon after our pobrecito was shot

maybe even ramón brings him bleeding and messed up to their very doorstep?

i trust you mami, mercip

In training

Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x reader (use of spanish female pet names, but otherwise pretty gender neutral), 2822 words

a/n : @narcolini and me wish to speak to the Bad Bunny fandom directly and ask you guys : why the fuck has no one jumped on the Kitty train, the lack of gif for our babe is truly heartbreaking.

In other words, we are now the biggest Benito simps ever, we have a full-on headcanon list for Kitty if anyone care. We are sane and horny is all

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

When you first met Kitty Paez, you never thought you would get along so well. Something about how extroverted, how loud he was, trying to get him to listen every time you had to work with him in class. He had always told you he was in school because his dad wanted him to be, so for that one class you happened to have together, he stuck to you like glue. Something about you being ‘’ the smartest in the room, mami.’’, how you ‘’ know Santiago, so we’re like friends already, ‘’.

You had told him from the start, when his hands had started to linger on your back for too long, or when his eyes wouldn’t leave yours, making your heart race. How you didn’t want a relationship right now, that your nursing degree would always be your number one priority. You didn't mention the part where you wouldn't allow someone to play with your heart again.

‘’ I don’t mind. If that's all you can give, I’ll take it ‘’ he had said, ‘’ I’m taking my cues from you, morrita. ‘’

And you did, kicking him under the table every time he wouldn’t listen in class, small touches that would linger longer now, taking you out on the town with his friends. You let him do all those things, enjoying how stress-free his presence was, letting yourself fall asleep in his bed, even after all the times he had to leave late at night after his phone rang. You wouldn’t mind, you thought, if he decided to call it quit, but you couldn’t deny how strong your heart was beating that time he had brought you flowers from his mom’s garden. Later that day, he had told you he actually didn’t mind when you called him Arturo, that it suited your voice, your lips.

You stopped seeing him that week, avoiding him between classes. Pretending school work was more demanding than usual, your part-time job giving you more hours. You stayed home, trying to figure out how you let this happen, how you could fix this, get rid of the butterflies in your chest. You knew he would probably come by unannounced, claiming a movie night was long overdue, pretending like he didn’t know you ignored the phone every time he called. Maybe if you ignored all of this, if you ignored him, you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. You were wrong.

The last person you had expected was Ramón pounding on your door on a random Saturday night. As you looked through the peephole, you knew Arturo had to be behind him, all dressed up, ready to beg you to come and join them to the local club. When you opened the door, already ready to make up a false assignment to be done by tomorrow, you expected even less for Ramón to shove a blood-soaked Arturo into your arms as soon as you opened the door so he could stumble past you in your living room.

You weren’t sure what to do, standing between the closed door and the coffee table, watching Ramón pushing furniture left and right. Arturo’s breath is warm on your cheek, and you can feel your arms straining from trying to keep him on his feet. He mumbles something in your ear, incoherent words, stumbling over one another. You grip him a bit harder, but his shirt is soaked, sliding between your fingers,

‘’ What happened? ‘’, you whisper to him. Ramón’s tense shoulders and deep breathing seems to take away all your courage to speak louder as if breaking his focus would make him explode. Arturo seems to regain energy then, knees locking, shoulders squaring and pushing against you to stand in a last effort to gain control,

‘’ They shot me, mami. ‘’ He coughs once, twice, ’’ They fucking shot me. ‘’

He leans back on the door, surely noticing how your arms are shaking from the effort. You can do nothing but stand between the two men, listening to your furniture being moved around, the slow drip of Arturo’s blood against the hardwood floor. His eyes are on you now, half closed, weak, sad.

You always knew he was involved in whatever thing Ramón and his friends were involved in. Adrenaline-infused, not legal, none of your business type of involvement. He sniffs, hand pressed against his abdomen,

‘’ I can’t feel my legs. ‘’

You notice how pale he is, how bloodshot and unfocused his eyes are. Your training kicks in, and you are quick to pull him to you, not listening to the way your arms are begging for you to let go. The minutes are long, your throat is dry, you want to do something, anything, but nothing seems like it would fix whatever is happening in your home.

After what feels like an eternity, Ramón is back in front of you, chest heaving, frantic eyes searching for his friend’s gaze. He grunts as he pulls Arturo back from your arms, laying him as slowly as he can in the middle of your living room. Your voice almost breaks when you speak, you never realized how big the lump in your throat had gotten,

‘’ Be careful with him! What is wrong with you?! ‘’

You almost shove him out of the way to kneel next to Arturo, cradling his face with your hand, keeping him from moving around too much. You do the next logical thing, pressing your other hand on the gaping wound on his stomach, as Ramón turns to you. His hands are running through his hair, pulling at his scalp,

‘’ He needs medical attention. ‘’

You scoff, ‘’ Clearly! I’m calling an ambulance- ‘’

You barely push on your knees to get up that Ramón towers over you. You can see the fire in his eyes, the fear. The guilt. You don’t dare stand up as he points at you,

‘’ You told me you were a nurse! ‘’

‘’ In training! ‘’ you spit back, ‘’ I’m not even halfway through school, I could kill him! ‘’

Arturo groans underneath you, your hand still frames his head. You shush him softly, tugging his head closer to your lap,

‘’ This is insane, Ramón, he needs to - ‘’

He shakes his head, cutting you off,

‘’ We can’t, there’s only one option for him right now. We can’t go to a hospital. Your choice. ‘’

The silence is deafening, static buzzing in your ears. Your hand is pressed firmly on his abdomen, whitening your knuckles. You can feel the warmth of his blood between your fingers. How his chest shakes between breaths. Pondering your options is not a luxury you can afford. He can’t either.

You hold tighter to him, trying to stop the whimpers coming from his lips, pushing his hair away from his forehead. You know he would be disgusted by the dirt and how they stick to his forehead,

‘’ I have some first aid kits in the bathroom. I’ll need all of them, towels too. ‘’

You don’t need to tell him twice, Ramón is out of sight as soon as the words leave your mouth. Those minutes felt like hours. Your wrist starts to cramp, tired from holding the pressure, but you don’t want to let go, you can’t. His eyes flutter, unfocused, looking at you,

‘’ You have blood on your cheek,‘’ he croaks. You nod slowly, you know if you speak your voice might break, so you don’t. He takes a deep breath, blinking once, twice, hard, trying to wipe away the blur. It sounds healthy, no wheezing. You exhale, relieved, realizing how long you have been holding your breath,

‘’ I’m sorry, bebé, ‘’ he murmurs, ‘’ I’m so sorry. ‘’

You hum, caressing the side of his face with your thumb. It’s okay, you want to tell him, you’ll be fine, I’ll fix this. Empty promises.

.

There’s so much blood on your floor, on your couch, on your hands. We’ll pay for it, Ramón had said, for someone to clean it up, but the longer it stays there, seeping in the wood, in the fibers of your sofa, the more you just want to scrub at it. Tear off the slats one by one. Burn those decorative pillows that you now hate so much.

You don’t know how long you have been standing in front of the sink in your bathroom, watching the water go down the drain. There’s still blood under your nails, and you never seem to soap them long enough to get it out. You hear him moving in the living room, dragging his feet, stumbling over blood-soaked rags and first aid kits that you don’t dare pick up. Stubborn ass.

You turn off the faucet, whipping your hands on your pants. You don’t know if you want to face him yet. Face how pale his face is, how crooked the sutures are on his abdomen. Still, he keeps moving, you know he knows you’re here. You can still feel how warm his blood was beneath your palm. You did not sign up for this, you think, you were not supposed to get yourself involved like this, you-

‘’ Hey. ‘’

He’s already by the door, leaning against it, holding his hand near his wound. You sniff a little, still whipping your hands against your thighs,

‘’ Hi. You remember anything from yesterday? ‘’

He frowns, visibility uncomfortable, confused,

‘’ Yesterday? How long was I out? ‘’

‘’ A day and a half. ‘’

You walk to him, slowly moving his hand away from his abdomen to take a look at his bandages,

‘’ You don’t look too pale, you’re feeling better? ‘’

He nods, hissing when you pull at the medical tape. Weirdly enough, you’re angry at him, for being so reckless, so stupid, so you keep tugging at it despite his protests. His other hand shoots up, gently grabbing your wrist to stop it from pulling further. You do anyway, noticing how the blood dried near the wound, the skin overall looking red but healthy,

‘’ I don’t have to change it, you’ll be good for a few more hours. ‘’

Arturo looks at you, with soft eyes and furrowed brows. You know what he’s thinking. Wondering how much he should tell you about what happened. You already know, you aren’t dumb, you’re not pretending to be. The guns in his drawers, the powerful, sketchy friends, that one-time local police came looking for him. All those VIPs access he brings you to. You can only guess what happened, and you know you’re right. His hand meet your hips, trying to bring you to him, his thumb slowly pushing your t-shirt, caressing the skin under it,

‘’ I want to apologize, ‘’ he says. He can’t look at you, focusing on the tiles at his feet. You know it’s not his style. Apologizing,

‘’ It’s okay, ‘’ you reassured, ‘’ You know I’d do it again in a heartbeat. ‘’

As much as you tried to hide it, you know it’s not a secret. How much you care for him, yearn for him. You shouldn’t have to, he wants to say, you don’t deserve this. Him, he means,

‘’ It won’t happen again. ‘’ He says.

He presses his fingers on your side as if holding on tighter would make the words more real. A promise maybe. A smile tugs at your lips, so bright, so soft, he can’t help to wonder how you can still shine so bright for him after what happened,

‘’ Don’t start lying to me now, Arturo. ‘’

His inside melts, his heart beating fast. His fingers are cold on your warm skin. He feels light-headed, he needs to sit down before he passes out. He moves past you, brushing your chin for a second with his finger as he sits on the lid near the sink. His skin burns, itching literally at the seam, and if he hadn’t caught how your fingers were still shaking pulling at the gaze earlier he might have tried to joke about how amateur of a job you had made,

‘’ I- ‘’ He’s not sure how to start, he realizes, how to make this whole thing right again. You move in front of him, between his legs, arms crossed,

‘’ You shouldn’t be up. ‘’ you say, ‘’ I’ll make you something to eat, put some color on your face. ‘’

He knows you’re right. He knew he should have stayed in bed the second he woke up, but he couldn’t. How could he go back to sleep when the last thing he remembered was how dark the blood on your cheek was. How he had never been scared of dying until last night.

His hands wrap around your thigh. Please don’t go. You’re so warm, and he can’t seem to shake the cold in his bones,

‘’ I want to thank you. ‘’

He can see the switch in your body language, the way your shoulders relax, and how you sway slightly to the side. He knows you’re going to joke about the whole thing, minimize the blood on your hands, pretend like this happens every day,

‘’ I mean, I’m getting a new couch out of this, ‘’ you smile a little, ‘’ Ramón even said someone’s going to deep clean my living room. I’m not- ‘’

‘’ I need you to stop pretending this is okay. ‘’

You frown, head leaning to the side. He knows he hit something, hurt something. You grab his chin in one hand, putting the other against his forehead,

‘’Your temperature is up. ‘’

He groans. Stop this, he wants to say, let’s talk about this. He feels cold again when your hands leave his face. You take a step back, his fingers falling from your thigh,

‘’ I’m going to make you some food and then you’re going to- ‘’

‘’ I love you. ‘’ he blurts out. It’s the only thing he knows will make you stay. Don’t leave. Stay. Let’s talk about it. It pulls at his chest, at his heart. He means it. He had for so long now,

‘’ Arturo- ‘’ Your voice feels like a warning, a scolding, a parent telling their child to stay off the ledge.

‘’ I love you, ‘’ **He leans forward, pulling softly at your pants, bringing you back to him, **‘’ And I want you to stop pretending everything is fine. ‘’

Your hand raises to his face, slowly pushing away his curls to finally stop behind his ear. He knows you can feel his heartbeat in your palm, holding his life in your hands yet again,

‘‘ You do dumb shit, all the time, I don’t know why. ‘’

You scoff, your hand is shaking again. He presses his against yours, his thumb rubbing on your soft skin, wishing he could do anything, everything, to make it stop,

‘’ Stop doing dumb shit, Arturo. Please. My heart can’t take it. ‘’

He’s not sure what to say for once. He knows dumb shit is his thing.

Silence is thick, air unmoving. Your dryer back in the kitchen is the only sound in the room. He doesn’t move, head leaning on your hand. It’s baby steps, he knows, getting you to speak your mind. To tell him exactly how you feel. You had never been one to speak aloud about your emotions, preferring to listen to others, helping them, hoping it would bring you the peace and quiet you were looking for yourself. You don’t wait for him to answer or debate again,

‘’ Let me make you some soup, we’ll talk about this, hmm? ‘’

He nods because he knows you can’t say it as freely as he can, scream it like he wants you to do. In a way, he’s not as sad about it as he thought he would be. He’s not blind, he does notice when you look at him thinking he doesn’t see it, thinking he wouldn’t catch on how much affection is being held in your eyes those times when his gaze had met yours. How you remember the way he takes his coffee in the morning. Not one day forgetting to put his glasses in his bag before school, even though he wants to pretend he doesn’t need them. That time he couldn’t get a hold of you for days after he got you those flowers.

If that’s all you can give today he’ll take it. God knows he thinks he deserves less. Sitting in your bathroom, hoping he won’t pass out again, he’s sure of it now. He doesn’t mind waiting,

'' I’m taking my cues from you, morrita. ''

#arturo paez x reader #kitty x reader #arturo kitty paez x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfiction #kitty paez #kitty paez x reader #bad bunny x reader

[incarnateirony]

FBBC are not moving brewing anywhere. All their brewing for distribution was already done off site by a mass non dedicated fbbc facility which will continue to happen. No in-house brewing for the taproom anymore and they laid off their main day to day person (Shelby) their brewer, their social media manager and another tap room staff member. Some of us live and work here, don’t belittle us with “expanding” especially when the people in charge have been apologetic and honest.

"Some of us live and work there" says person trying to incorporate themselves anonymously in "some of us" without committal language, showing definitional psychopathy in the interest of attempting to spread your false information.

They had a 15 barrel keg system. It is not enough to keep up with national distribution. They did lay off the guy, because he has less experience in what they're leaning into for new IPA variants and was essentially an apprentice, they got them a Real Beer Boy Now. Cope.

For people that work and live there you sure are shit at knowing what he's told his friends and employees

I know you miserable hobgoblins in wigs love rooting for failure but you're just gonna come up empty handed here. You're all such miserable piles of shit that hate your lives you want to pretend you understand his P&L, or his business assets. Or his supply and demand issues being the good kind. Or his upped hiring requirements. Or anything. You are miserable leeches that want everyone to be as much of a miserable failure as you are and look online for people to peck at for it, and it doesn't change reality. He's successful, you're not. And FBBC is fine and on a growth curve. Sorry to disappoint the banshees in the room looking for blood to feel better about themselves.

Pretending, anonymously, and fakely, that you working there as Rando McGee, which you probably don't, because it actually has a very limited staff, and they're basically all accounted for, that you "working OR living" near him gives you insight to why he's buying up larger facilities and moving production/releasing the old apprentice for a new master. You don't get business wits about what the actor is doing because you share air with him.

Now, if you are, somehow, amidst a group where SOMEONE is telling the truth of being an employee, you might advise them to shut their trap, because it won't be hard to figure out who it is. Because they'd either need to be an unloyal fan or some part time shitheaded employee that feels important for serving Celebrity Beer. Because anyone who knows what the fuck is happening is accounted for. so you know. If you're this vicious or misinformed you're on a very limited list of idiot candidates.

All this tells me is you spoiled brats don't understand the phase of downsizing and asset redistribution for growth plans. Holy shit. Get a job. Get a business.

Some of us have had far more genuine information for years running direct from sources or at worst second degree. To use your very whiny and sensitive phrase as a reaction to your false narrative shattering and people questioning you, "Don't belittle us."

Go back to your trust fund or husband and 2.5 kids and leave the grownups to talk about business. Yall gonna scream sexist too like that doesn't collectively describe 99% of you lifeless pieces of shit accurately. It's not your gender, it's your self hatred fused to privilege being turned into everyone else's problem while you wave your hands like a toddler telling adults how the world works because it's never been relevant or a challenge you've had to deal with in your bubbles. I am literally fucking over being explained by the upper class middle aged version of basement dwellers how a world they've never acted in works. We don't have to humor your shit, man (gn).

I will ABSOLUTELY belittle the shit out of you until you learn to stay in your lane and stop pretending you can manifest your AO3 RPF fics to reality with a llittle Intentional Misunderstanding And Elbow Grease.

[fanficfanattic]

Okay, no one asked but I love this fandom. Gonna talk about some of my fic outlines and see if anything stands out for y’all!

Sexy

Soulmates: Jamie and Keeley aren’t soulmates but they aren’t looking for that kind of commitment/life. Keeley and Roy aren’t soulmates, and yet neither care even though they are wishing for that kind of life. Obviously Roy and Jamie aren’t soulmates. Duh. No tension here folks!

But Roy + Keeley + Jamie touching initializes their soulbond. Just like with any two party soulmates, it doesn’t get tripped until all three are in contacrt together.

Secrets: Season 1 Dani starts dating Jamie shortly after the loan ends. He loved their shoot outs and liked drinking with him. So he was sad he wasn’t going to really get to meet him. Then realizes he can, he just has to call him up.

There is a team dinner and Jamie shows up and everyone is like “wtf?” Keeley even tries to ask why he’s there and he very Jamie-like says he was invited. So Keeley is all “okay, but before the transfer back. You aren’t on the team anymore?”

Dani finally makes his entrance and everyone realizes by invited he meant literally as the SO of a player. And Jamie has just enough self-awareness to go “Dani…you didn’t tell them you were bringing me?” “I did too!” “I told you Jamie is used for any gender. They probably thought you meant you were bringing a gal!”

Not addressed in this overview is that it’s a bit of a D/s situation. Dani is a doting dom, happy to give Jamie clear boundaries so he isn’t acting out to try to find them himself. Jamie is a sweet sub, he just likes making Dani feel good. And being loved AND respected.

Family

Mom: Season 1 Jamie has his mom and stepdad come down for the Family Day that Ted orchestrates. It’s where he flirts with Moe’s mum. Find out Georgie was a young mom, so she’s a little younger than Roy. Jamie is perfectly at ease with her, more smiley than they’ve ever seen him.

The two of them are even a bit silly together. They run off to do their ritual every time Georgie visits Jamie at a club. He gives her a piggy back run around the pitch while she times him.

Simon starts shaking hands and he called Wichita State to find out Ted and Beard’s favorite muffins and has baked them. In a fucking basket and all. No one knows what to make of him, and Ted finally says he had not pictured Jamie’s dad anything like Simon.

Who laughs it off explaining that he’s the stepdad. Jamie’s biological father deserves to burn in hell.

Dad: Jamie comes clean to Sam about how some of his antagonism came from jealousy over Sam’s dad being so wonderful. Sam is like “oh, is that what it was?” And “c’mon mate, got a solution for that.”

Calls his dad up and says he wants to introduce him to his new son, Jamie. Ola takes it completely in stride. Sam has told him about all the work Jamie has put in to show the team the real him. And Ola respects the hell out of that.

“Ah, yes, how could I forget to properly greet my other son?” And that’s not Jamie crying, it’s just raining inside innit?

Angsty

Spite: Season 2 Jamie gets a little flirty with Paddy O’Gara when they play Man City. Another player (first year with City) fouls him real rough. At the after match interview he explains that Jamie was flirting with them to try and rattle them. Admits he didn’t hold his temper but assuming they’re homophobic just because they’re footballers is wrong.

Ted, and the team that has just started warming up to him again, don’t even ask Jamie what his side is. Ted tells him he’s benched next game. Colin accidentally comes out he’s so upset. He can’t tell them the truth, since it would out Paddy. So he just says “okay, coach” and leaves.

The next training, someone yells that he hasn’t even apologized to Colin for being such a prick. When he says he’s done nothing he needs to apologize for, bloodlust rises. Ted sends him home for the day and says there will be a meeting the next morning with Rebecca.

Meanwhile, Paddy is beside himself because the media has been brutal towards Jamie. He’s about to retire. It wouldn’t affect his career as strongly. But he won’t do anything unless Jamie agrees. Which he now does, because the only team that would take him on, with this kind of shit staining his name, would be a team unsafe for him.

They contact a team to do an interview. Someone for telly and someone to write an article. (Trent Crimm y’all!) It comes out the next morning while Jamie is in his meeting with Rebecca. Tells her the truth that no one asked him for and that the article/video combo will be up soon.

Malice: Post Lust Conquers All, but before he secures coming back to Richmond, James kidnaps Jamie. Sells him on the black market. Later in that season or into 3rd season territory, Jamie has escaped. Ties up the buyer with his own chains and steals their car. Realizes he’s close to Richmond, and decides to go there.

He was disappeared the last time because no one was expecting him to be somewhere specific. But if 30 people, even people who don’t like him, literally lay eyes on him. It’ll be harder for him to be disappeared again. So there he goes.

To up the stakes a bit, I have the loose idea that when he’s first about to make his escape, a woman and her daughter get added to the basement make-shift prison. He has to wait long enough to know the woman isn’t going to betray him. Once they’ve decided to become brother and sister, making him the kid’s uncle, its time to bust out. Eventually. Because the circumstances have to be right to do so.

Bonus idea is that Keeley is upset about him being calm and rational after this. She can’t figure out why he is pretty much the same person. So he explains that she’s never known him pre-his dad being a sexual predator asshole.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartts mom georgie #jamie tartts stepdad simon #tw james tartt #ted lasso #roy kent #keeley jones #sam obisanya #dani rojas #rebecca welton #tw kidnapping #tw captivity #tw sex assault #ola obisanya #soulmates

[raxistaicho]

My faith in Three Hopes Edelgard is redeemed!

I have to admit, when I saw her warrior-princess like design in Three Hopes and the fact she was wielding a sacred weapon rather than Aymr, I was a bit worried they’d soften Edelgard, but oh boy they did NOT. If anything she’s even more proactive and clever than her Three Houses self. Her plan in chapter 3 was just brilliant.

She used the church to help her overthrow her oppressors in the capitol way ahead of schedule, giving her ample time to prepare for the war rather than the no time at all like she had in Three Houses. Also she could just completely abandon the Flame Emperor gig since she no longer has to be pretending to work with the Agarthans in White Clouds. That would go a long way to explain how she might not even need the Agarthans anymore to fight the Church.

Still, the fact that literally everything had to go perfectly (Jeritza, Shez, Monica’s rescue, Rhea believing Monica about Solon and then Arundel) for her rebellion to work and yet Arundel still escaped demonstrates aptly why Edelgard couldn’t just flippantly defy the Agarthans in Three Houses. So yes, as we always argued, it wasn’t an issue of desire; it was an issue of capability. Also this justified why she can’t have Aymr now; the Agarthans aren’t exactly going to want to make it for her anymore.

Anyways, Edelgard then goes on to prove she really isn’t an enemy of the faithful in the Empire by restoring the Southern Church which... deeply offends Rhea for some reason? She has Varley censured and even targeted for assassination, which - hang on, let me get the manual.

(Fetches the Book of Three Houses Arguments)

Uhm... hmm, let’s see, “Edelgard’s gender and sexuality don’t mean she isn’t wrong,” oh wait, not that, not sure who’s even arguing that unironically, “Edelgard hates religious people,” oh whoops, Three Hopes kinda put the kibosh on that, let’s just rip those pages out, and - aha! “Anything happening outside your borders isn’t your business,” so Rhea can just fuck off and glare at Varley, it’s not Rhea’s business whether Edelgard makes a new religion in HER lands.

Now wanting to kill Varley is based and redpilled, but trying to assassinate him because you’re mad you aren’t in control of the faith in the Empire is going about things the wrong way. If Rhea thinks Edelgard is abusing believers of the Central Church rather than the Southern Church then she can certainly arrange something to spirit them to Garreg Mach, but that’s about all.

That said, Scarlet Blaze was kinda vague on when Rhea’s issues with the Southern Church began. If they were after Edelgard declared war then I can understand them better, If they were before... then yeah, plotting to murder a high-ranking Imperial official is just kinda giving Edelgard her pretext for war, good job, Rhea! I guess I’ll find out in the other routes - probably Azure Gleam.

#three hopes #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard positive #edelgard discourse

[themiserablesmiilingkiller]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

== BASICS

NAME : Zombie or Rabid; no preference \o/

PRONOUNS : They/Them

ZODIAC SIGN : Pisces 

TAKEN OR SINGLE : Single :D

== THREE FACTS

I name my dogs after RE characters because a friend told me I wouldn’t. Albert Puppy Wesker- best boy, forever in my heart- passed Nov. 2020, so now it’s just me and Christopher Puppy Redfield. She’s a very good girl, except for that time she punched out a window to get to a cat. 

I used to be very into World of Warcraft and was into it from launch through Legion; I played in RP servers, did the rp mod stuff, wrote out backstories for every character (I’m an altaholic in any game with character creation), and I really miss having a group of friends in an MMO I can rp with and talk to OOC. Currently I’m trying New World, FF14, and Guild Wars 2. It’s not the same and rp servers not being a thing anymore is tragic.

I love cooking and trying new recipes; especially when I can share what I’ve made with friends. This and my love of fantasy has lead to an ongoing project about a travelling chef. Think stories about bards collecting stories and crafting songs, but instead it’s a chef collecting recipes/ingredients along with stories, and crafting/sharing meals. I’ve been working on and off on fleshing this idea out, the world the characters, all the things for about three years now. I keep going between it being a filmed show, a radio show/podcast, or a book.

== EXPERIENCE

PLATFORMS USED : Pen/paper notebooks passed between friends between classes in high school; Gaia online; AIM; MSN; WoW; Skype; Discord; Tumblr

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES : I like plotting a general setting/very loose plot, but I don’t like going into too much detail because the thread very rarely gets started when that happens. Winging it is pretty fun; I like seeing how things develop. I love memes; they’re good jumping off points for threads.

== MUSE PREFERENCE

GENDER : Any; historically I’ve tended to write males, but I’m branching off into female muses and dipping into nb muses. So far I’m enjoying all of it.

MULTI OR SINGLE : Single; I prefer doing a billion side blogs each for a different muse over having a multi because it’s easier for me to keep things organized that way. It can get confusing sometimes trying to remember who I can send things from what muse with, though.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S) : I keep forgetting FCs exist. Uh. I can’t think of any I really care about one way or the other tbh.

== FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF: Fluff is cute; nothing wrong with a fluffy thread so long as it stays in character. Sometimes somethings bloody can be really fluffy for a muse like Evan giving fresh kills or something to who he likes. Or something fucked up like Crane’s relationship cage. Or something genuinely sweet can work, too.

ANGST: I really love angst. There’s something really satisfying about writing it. I honestly don’t know what else to say on the subject; I just really like angsty emotional threads.

SMUT: I don’t think I’m very good at it, but I do enjoy smut. PwP threads are okay; I prefer it to be something that just happens resulting from a fluff or angst or fight scene, but not as the ending to those things. Just somewhere in the middle, and then explore if that changes things between the muses, or just see how things move on from it. If that makes sense? But sometimes it’s uncomfortable because some people on Tumblr are really weird about smut; sometimes it’s easier for me to just not have threads go in that direction at all than to try and navigate that shit.

tagged by: generally stolen after seeing it all over my dash today \o/

tagging: whoever; just steal it :D

#clever ooc tag

[thetolkiengeek]

Okay so this is something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately and I’d like to talk about my dad and his inability to understand and respect transgenderism.

In theory, he should understand. He is highly educated, grew up very very low middle class (sometimes dipping into poverty, based on whether or not his dad was being financially supportive and not, say, fucking off and having a new family), and he was pretty darn left for most of his adult life, up until his late 40s. He’s a very smart guy—a super accomplished doctor who is excellent with his patients and has a cool head for emergencies. He understands incredibly complex medical conditions.

But this is key—he cannot conceive of transgenderism as anything other than a mental condition that requires fixing. He can’t wrap his brain around the fact that biological sex is not straightforward nor binary, or that some people may want to be referred to by a different name or a different set of pronouns than their supposed biology dictates. And I don’t think it’s from a lack of empathy—he’s incredibly empathetic. I think it actually has to do with him divorcing my mother.

I dont mean this in the way I think it comes off. My mother didn’t drag him to the left, just as I think my stepmom didn’t drag him to the right. My dad genuinely thinks he’s a centrist (and doesn’t really understand that politically these days that means conservative-lite). The thing is, when my parents divorced, my dad struggled HARD with his sense of masculinity.

My mother is an incredibly forceful personality and has largely, I think, used it for good. My sibling has not been so lucky with her parenting style, but she did teach us how to be feminists and stand up for ourselves. But it’s easy to see how my dad would construe the pain of divorce and the incredible conviction my mother has with a deliberate emasculation of him.

So my dad struggled trying to find a definition of masculinity that gave him back the agency he felt he lost during the divorce, because he used to be a very soft, gentle man. At his core, he has not changed. But for him, he took comfort in ideals of masculinity that are simply not achievable but that he thought would have saved his marriage if he’d only been more forceful or confident.

But the only definition of masculinity he had access to was the one created by society for him, and the one his dad displayed. And his dad was a piece of shit that my own father NEVER wants to emulate. So, again, he turned to people like Ben Shapiro and some controversial comedians.

As a result, he has tied masculinity and his own sense of self-worth to his own biology, and THAT’S why he can’t conceive of transgenderism. Because if someone can just choose to be a man, then what meaning does masculinity have? He’s so scared of having to make his own definition and losing the only anchors he has to keep himself grounded.

So it’s obvious to me why a lot of conservatives don’t want to give transgender folks rights—because if they do, they have to confront the fact that their bio-essentialist ways of thinking are fundamentally broken, and once those are broken, well then gender roles go out the window and then nobody knows who they are anymore and will just allow society to collapse. The heterosexual paradigm is a pillar of conservativism because it relies on the unpaid, unacknowledged labor of women who are supposed to be complacent in their own lives and their own reproductive capabilities. (There is the race aspect that I am choosing to leave unexplored here due to the nature of this argument, but it’s all connected to that bio-essentialism)

For conservatives, if transgender people are given rights and accepted, what is keeping unhappy people in the roles demanded of them? If anybody can be any gender, then gender has no meaning and nothing would ever get done.

And so my dad clings to a life raft that was never meant to float. And I watch him drown while he ignores the lifeline tossed to him.

#my post #transgenderism

[hi-parents]

Dear Mom,

The adhd hyperfixation machine got me wickedly addicted to Our Flag Means Death, and I was so so excited to show it to you because of Jim. Because, despite coming out as nonbinary like seven years ago, you’ve found a way to ignore it or deny it at every turn. Even when you finally “acknowledged” it (by asking me if I was a “plural” at my wedding when the photographer referred to me as they) you still refuse to use my pronouns or stop calling me girl and daughter. I wanted to share this show with you because Jim’s journey with their gender identity is so important to me, and I’d hoped that you’d see a nonbinary character being respected and see that you can do it too.

You complained about the show “disguising a woman” and refused to watch any more. You don’t even know they’re nonbinary. You never gave it a chance just like you never gave me a chance. I’m so tired of pretending to be someone I’m not for your comfort. You wonder why I never visit, but every time I do I have to mentally prepare to be misgendered (and until very recently, deadnamed) the entire time. I’m tired. I can’t be the perfect daughter you always wanted in the sea of your sons.

And I WONT be giving you biological grandchildren so you can drop that shit right now. Besides just being downright terrified of pregnancy, I also have PCOS which makes getting pregnant a lot more difficult, and you know this, and you still ask me when I’m having a baby. How fucking insensitive is that?

I’ve tried so hard to forgive you for the trauma you put me through, for the scars you left behind that you refuse to apologize for. I’ve spent countless hours working through it in therapy, but how can I put all that in the past when you’re still being a piece of shit right now? I won’t be a girl for you. I won’t have grand babies for you (my wife is more than happy to do that, why is that not good enough for you anyway?), I won’t allow you to deadname me anymore, I won’t hide who I am. There are so many things I can’t tell you and it fucking sucks. I want to be one of those “my mom is my best friend” adults, and it hurts knowing that’ll never be true. My mom is the reason I’m still trying to recover from my childhood.

Anyway, fuck you I guess? See you soon. Hope you’re ready for a new me.

.

#ayy im nonbinary too dude #we love u and u deserve the world #submission #submission ask #ask #dear parents #anon #anon ask #dear mom #fuck you mom #fuck you parents #shitty parents #u got this i believe in u #queued posy #enbyphobia #transphobia tw

[awkwarddystopianwarlord]

Imaginary Battles

I’ve come to realize that I am useless when I need to stand up for myself. I’m too shy, awkward, afraid. I’m an angry crier so I try to avoid getting verbally mad at someone lest I burst into tears and they never take me seriously, or I never get my point across through the sobs. I’ve often fantasized about being a vigilante or a superhero, someone who takes a stand when injustice is served. I wanted to be able to fight for myself, for others, but in the end I couldn’t. So instead, I imagine it.

When people treat me like dirt, mock me, taunt me, I imagine my fearless response. I imagine giving them a piece of my mind in an eloquent and passionate speech where I don’t trip over my words, my voice doesn’t crack, and I never burst into tears. I imagine conflicts that never even end up happening. When I see an irked looking customer, my employer, someone in my household, or a complete stranger on the street that looks shifty, I mentally plan a response that will never come to be. I see myself as firm and unmoving when somebody tells me I can’t do my job. I see myself as deserving and confident when I tell my boss I am owed a raise. I tell my parental units how I’m truly feeling in a logical, straightforward way without flinching. I meet a stranger with combat as they try to rob or defile me, delivering masterful blows to the head and kicks everywhere else. I sweep the city and take out criminals with my bow and drag their flesh-wounded arses to the police station. I stand in front of the Legislative building and protest the treatment of us low-income peasants, shouting out inspiring words that the government actually hears. I tell a friend-turned-enemy to fuck off before they can hurt me anymore, or in the best case scenario, at all.

I don’t walk the streets afraid because I know I can take on anyone. I don’t recoil when I’m yelled at, talked down to, or disrespected because I know I have the courage to tell them they’re wrong. If I see someone else nearby facing abuse in any way, I discard my self preservation and defend them at all costs. I can stand up to bullies, stand up for equal rights, stand up for a better world, stand up for me.

I am not the quiet coward who suppresses the pent up anger from a decade and a half because they are unable to speak up. I am not the broken, beaten, defeated individual who never finds the strength to put their foot down and say “enough is enough”. My enemies don’t haunt me because I taught them a lesson, I taught them that they can’t just go about life disregarding the fact that people shouldn’t be treated like shit, and that lesson was learned. My body holds no trauma, my brain holds no regret of unsaid words, my soul holds no fury from facing all the cruelty the world has to offer. I am free and untouched and brave.

I truly admire the people that go out into a new day and protest for a better world. People who fight for the good things like a clean planet, peace over war, democracy and independence, equality for all races and genders and cultures. I aspire to be like the people who hid refugees and slaves and Jews. The people that skipped school to march in the name of the climate crisis, black lives, indiginous peoples, women, those who fall into the LGBTQ+ community. The people who go on strike because they know that poverty wages aren’t worth it and they deserve more. The people who tell their stories and write their songs of abuse, injustice, descrimination. It is because of these people I have hope in our future, I just wish I were among them.

In the meantime though, I will continue my epic imaginary battles where I am the heroine who saves the day. My voice will continue to be soft, but perhaps through this blog, my thoughts will be loud. Perhaps I can stand and fight through my written words. Perhaps I can make a difference in this world by moving someone who reads these posts. I may not be able to defend myself or stand up for others physically, but, I suppose I can wield the pen until I learn to wield the sword.

#blog #writing #weeklyblog #friday post