#nort: because he likes me!

[xehabaldr]

#it's gotta be repliku for me. sorry buddy you did not quite make the cut. you could go be a traitor with demyx and vexen though! #I was leaning towards luxord as well but he has a thing with xigbar going on. and who am i to jeopardize that #i included terranort for elimination even though he's a nort because i feel like. xehanort didn't Have to do that u know. #couldve just dumped terra's comatose body somewhere and forgot about it. he Chose to do that #unlike xemnas and ansem who Have To exist #i don't think saïx can go either particularly because the plot would have to change DRAMATICALLY to accommodate that change #but hey what do i know #'kicking out' could also just mean 'benched' like the loser squad #mine

[fgooooooo]

A lil bit of both

I'm typing up a storm in the tags

#greedy #nort is hmm 2 me bc his interpretations exist so wildly #hes marketed as a goofball who likes donuts #hes marketed as a sauve charismatic person (which i guess he used to be long ago) #OKAY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE IT TO TAGS ILL WRITE IT OUT!! but for now... #hes a serious hardworking individual who wants to savour his own hard work. but in years of doing so and getting nowhere has caused him to #be a little desperate and bitter. the rich can wave their bank notes around while the poor suffer #he only becomes more due to the foreign influence of the meteorite and cave and all #hes a traumatized individual who is certainly complex. he had something others dont. its mentioned in his letter...but why? is he so in tun #tune with despair that he understands that he will never get what he wants? is he affected by the drugs? #hes quiet and keeps to himself. hes gloomy and is tempermental. he tells himself to never forget what happened. he is a man haunted #in da capo when orpheus goes to fight him. he protects himself first but gets overwhelmed. he had an axe but others #speculated it to be him trying to save little girl(?) much of it is unknown but he cares #he cares because im his deductions you have to work with your teamates. you go to save them. it specifically makes you do that #in order to get his worn clothes #he tries to keep to himself bc hes only ever had himself growing up. he can only trust himself bc thats how he survived #you ever think how he was deeply broken before that?you ever think how he has probably seen people fall to their deaths in his line of work #he keeps himself closed off so he will be hurt less #and hes silly too :( #i always think about how in game his graffiti or pictures have him smiling. when in canon he never does. #and you know what hurts more.... his soulcatcher skin. the day of the dead. it hurts because he has no one to remember him. #no one would ever mourn him :(( he cannot find peace in life and in death. a constant reminder #the tags are so long i dont think itll even show up on tags aha i might make a post about it then #i just think he is so lovely #my art #digital art #identity v #idv #idv art #norton campbell

[heluvaku]

RAHHHHHH im back again hi sinner’s box

anyways norton nsfw hc’s 🫨

- anon graves

𝒩𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

Norton Campbell | "Prospector" x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut , oral sex , cunnilingus , praise , teasing , begging .

authors note ; kane . i see you . anyway i love nort SO much he's literally my pookie ... i knew i was gonna have a fun ass time writing this . i scan the entire fucking earth for norton things all the time BUT CAN'T FIND ANYTHING so I'm glad to produce for y'all ... anyway GO READ SHOO SHOO !! <3

✦ There's so much things I can think of for this man it's actually wild.

✦ I wouldn't say Nortons's too kinky.. but there are some things that drive him insane.

✦ A good example of that is hearing you beg. Hearing your pretty, breathless moans and cries of his name while he edges the life out of you just gets him not going, but revving.

✦ He also likes when you give him praise while he pleases you. Every time you tell him how good he feels while he's fucking you, you can feel his grip tighten and his dick twitch inside of you a little. <3

✦ Nort is so talkative. He doesn't shut up.

✦ He's always teasing you about how messy you get for him, how you're so eager to take all of his seed like a common whore.. moments later he turns into a moaning mess and gives you endless praise while stuffing his cock in you.

✦ It's almost like he's talking just to talk. He doesn't know what the fuck he's saying himself - he's too horny to make sense of his words.

✦ Norton. LOVES. Giving. Head.

✦ Definitely got a tongue piercing for that reason.

✦ He's so sloppy and fast, there's always a sticky mess all over your thighs and his face when he's done with you.

✦ He doesn't even do it as just prep anymore - it's a hobby at this point. Horny but busy? He'll give you head. Upset from a lost match? He'll give you head to calm down. Tired but horny? He'll let you sit on his face. He does it because it's fun. Norton also likes it when you suffocate him with your thighs while he does.. <3

✦ Nort likes you giving him head just as much, actually. Watching you choke on him while looking up at him with teary doe eyes has the power to make him nut on the spot - he has to hold himself back.

✦ His favorite position is Leap Frog. Debate me. You can't, I'm right.

✦ Norton loves to hold onto you while he fucks you into the mattress, your back arched and hips raised for him to grab onto. It drives him absolutely mad; I swear to you.

✦ He's an ass guy. A BIG ass guy. He'll smack your ass with no shame and pretend he did absolutely nothing wrong.

✦ He's unintentionally rough - he always apologizes afterwards, but he has yet to know that you enjoy it.

✦ Norton doesn't want to hurt you, is all. No one has really cared for him since you, and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he made you leave him, too.

✦ Because of this, he loves when you say you need him. He'll make you repeat it until you cum, enjoying the feeling of being loved and needed by someone for the first time in a while.

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

#⁺˚⋆✩₊ orpherizz works . #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v smut #idv #idv smut #norton campbell #norton campbell smut #norton smut

[nortsauce]

HERE COMES NORT, YAPPING ABOUT FANDOMS THAT I’M NOT EVEN IN!

(And i’ll be typing the rest here because there are too many slides so read bellow)

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

My LONG ASS rant on how MHA (among other things) fails to present its ab*se victims in a good way,

Starring the todoroki family

So, i know literally no one cares but i feel like it needed to be said: but MHA has a BIG issue with victims of abuse being treated kinda shittily, to making whole arcs about their abusers.

This isn’t a HUGE thing, as the lack of sympathy for Hawk’s abusers was definitely there, but they still were portrayed in a semi-sympathetic light. This is not the main focus however.

I’m sure many could go on and on about Bakugou and Midoriya’s relationship, but thats not what i’m focusing on.

I’m focusing on the most OVERLOOKED and ABHORRENTLY handled dynamic of the Todoroki family

I will be going over each of the characters and why they suck in some way, but as a whole i have to talk about this: Each one of the characters of the family are all victims of abuse in some way, and represent the different ways that trauma affects the victim, i understand that.

All in all, they do a good job of portraying the different ways in which the people handle abuse,

Endeavor being one who never dealt with his past egotistical superiority complex and threw his baggage onto his family/children to live vicariously

Rei being the one who is emotionally/physically damaged to the point of a mental break

Touya being the ex-golden child, and the one who continued the cycle of violence (and misogyny but thats another topic for another paper)

Fuyumi being the one who holds onto an idealized version of a family that possibly only existed in her dreams, being codependent and longing/working to get those “happy times” back with her family, clinging onto smth that was possibly never there

Natsuo being the one who is (justifiably) angry at his abusers, cuts his family off and goes to pursue his own life/dreams

and finally shoto

the one who realizes his role as the golden child is only for his parents to live vicariously, breaks his cycle and is trying to figure out who he is.

These are all great representations of how people cope/handle trauma, and i believe that was on purpose, considering that it also speaks on abuse of children on baselines of being in a famous family.

However, certain aspects are clearly not handled properly; allow me to explain.

Shoto, the youngest of the family, is often seen as the architect of the abuse, as the family was actually quite “fine-living” (i’ll come back to this) before shoto was born.

There were obviously cracks in their family from the beginning, Touya being the golden child despite not being able to physically handle his own power without hurting himself (an allegory i’ll discuss), the fact that Enji (endeavor) basically bought his way into marrying Rei, and of course enji’s complex of being less than All-might.

However, many characters seem to blame the birth of Shoto for breaking the camel’s back, and starting the domestic violence that had already threatened to spill through.

It’s shown through the anime that shoto has a kind heart and never liked enji, due to the fact that he would harm him, his siblings, and his mother,

but for being the tritagonist of this show, we never get to see how he really feels. In all of this, perhaps we could see him feeling guilt for being the reason his family is broken, the possible resentment yet dependency he has for his father, the thoughts on how he feels conflicted yet guilty about his mother and continues to blame himself.

Its interesting how he never stops blaming his father, but regardless we only get his apathetic views on his father and no one else. Its saddening to see the sideline of the victim of abuse while his abuser gets a whole arc. But i’m not there yet.

Moving on we have Natsuo and Fuyumi. I grouped them together because they both have opposite ways of dealing with their trauma, as Aforementioned: Natsuo tries to cut all ties while Fuyumi tries to be a “normal” family with her remaining members.

Both of them have valid ways to why they act this way, and its tragic, however, the way they deal with their youngest sibling, shoto, is disheartening to say the least.

Both of them understand how Shoto was physically abused since he was 5, and neglect to form any sort of connection with him despite his better efforts in natsuo’s case, using him as leverage against his father and nothing more, while in fuyumi’s case, basically presents him in her fantastical version of him in their fantastical “perfect” family life, causing him to have multiple meetings with his abuser and forcing him to relive the trauma so she can have peace of mind.

In hindsight, this is all interesting heavy topics to explore in a character, and i was honestly curious to see how it would be handled

however it all faltered as soon as I saw the hospital scene.

SPOILERS:

After Dabi’s Dance, the todoroki family comes to visit Shoto and Endeavor in the hospital, both of whom are heavily bandaged and bed-ridden.

Despite this all, Rei, Fuyumi, and Natsuo force todoroki, who is burnt and recovering his voice, to get up and walk over to his father’s ward to speak to him.

Shoto, despite being unable to form full sentences, makes it FULLY CLEAR he does not want to be there, by closing the door to his ward, and attempting to leave. Despite his clear efforts, his family makes him go in to talk to him.

this 16 year old boy being forced out of RECOVERING, fully bandaged and barely able to talk, forced to visit his abuser to hear him cry about not being able to fight his own son, depsite also being his son and physically harmed by him since childhood.

In my opinion that wasn’t a good move on any of the family’s part.

Rei is a difficult subject to discuss. She is clearly a victim and has been for. while. She is mentally distant after being harmed for so long and spent time in a psyche-ward to handle herself.

Saying that she was a bad mother would be too far in my opinion, as she did her best to provide a nice life for her kids as well as defend them from her husband.

Not much is said about her, but from what we can tell she loved her kids very much, until the abuse started.

I feel the blame for shoto began with her, not being able to face her own son after the “death” of her first and the fact that his face reminded her of the abuse she’s faced from endeavor.

Her character is honestly an interesting one, but she is not safe from my scrutiny of the hospital scene. She was very brave for facing her abuser like this, however, she did not have to drag her bedridden youngest into the fray.

She is the DIRECT reason shoto has a scar on her face, (indirectly endeavor’s fault)

But i will never blame her for the abuse she faced for her children, by her husband and to an extent, her own son touya, which leads me into my next point

SPOILERS

Touya, aka Dabi, is the “Late” eldest brother who was originally Endeavor’s ticket into living vicariously to defeat all-might and be the number 1 hero.

I could go into the psychology of his character but he is ultimately very interesting. In all honesty the way he is presented as being the consequences of endeavor’s actions is palpable and honestly quite raw. At a young age, he was handling the pressure of being his father’s perfect creation, and the fame and fortune that followed as he sought his father’s approval. Soon, his quirk began to burn him every time he used it, a fact that endeavor ignored to pursue his goal. Touya’s power became self-harm at some point, an allegory for his disregard for his own life and well-being for his father’s dream which ultimately (literally) exploded on itself.

Touya’s story is interesting, from his abuse causing him to act like his father craving his approval, which lead him to act put against his mother and shoto, while laying his baggage onto his younger siblings, to losing his mind and realizing that he wanted his father dead and continuing the cycle of abuse further.

This is all a deep and interesting way to look at abuse and how the abused may become an abuser, HOWEVER.

MY critique here, is how sidelined his whole arc is, as his story is more portrayed of Endeavor’s past coming to haunt him, all for the watcher to sympathize with endeavor rather than understand how the abuse endeavor put onto touya made dabi. This whole arc was framed to be sympathetic towards endeavor, and to fear Dabi. Don’t even get me started on how Shoto’s feelings meant nothing in this arc, as well as being immediately cut off by a surprise cameo of a character that possibly discredited Dabi’s expose video on his abuser.

Finally, we get to talk about the elephant in the room: Enji Todoroki, endeavor himself.

What is there not to say about this man.

I feel I should start eith the obvious:

The forgiveness/sympathy arc for endeavor was quite possibly the worst thing to ever happen in the anime, and this is not subjective.

The whole arc is based around how Endeavor is a victim of his own mind and is trying his hardest to make up for being a terrible person.

Personally, i love to see character arcs of villains becoming a better person, but thats the very thing: Endeavor is trying to ask for forgiveness from his family, who he abused for 15 YEARS. This is no exaggeration as Shoto is now 16, and his cracks started forming as soon as he was born.

Endeavor had illegally married a woman that he basically bought his way into,

was illegally “breeding” (eugh) for quirk benefits,

Treated one of his son’s like a vicarious version of himself

Physically abused his son (age 5+) his wife, and verbally abused the rest of his children

isolated his son

treated his son like a weapon

and finally felt too prideful for any sort of meaningful apology.

This all adds up to a character who only felt sorry for his actions after the consequences started hitting him in the face, as he only felt remorseful when Shoto refused to be associated with him.

Now, some of you may be thinking: “A lot of characters are forgiven for more, why would he be the exception? It’s fictional why do you care?”

There are several reasons to why I care but i’ll speak in terms of framing for now. This show is highly influential to not only kids (as it is a KIDS SHOW) but to adults as well. May i direct your attention to the man who saved a woman from a murderous ex-boyfriend by blocking his machete hits all because My Hero Academia inspired him to take action and be a hero?

Or how about a murder that took place because the accused was inspired by an invader zim episode (the dark harvest)

Whether you like it or not, fiction HAS an affect on reality. Yes, we can determine what is real and what is fake, but you cannot deny that a lot of what media we consume helps us be who we are.

If the show promotes more sympathy towards an abuser than their victims, then people may find themselves sympathizing real world abusers over the voices of victims.

I wont speak on delicate subjects but I can already see affects of this happening, as people rally to defend famous people accused of being abusers rather than listen and provide support to the alleged victims.

In conclusion, These topics are definitely not easy to write, and I, for one, am NO expert and my word should not be used as gospel truth or a guideline on how to write these characters.

This is all simply my opinion on how the bias towards abusers in the show leads for the message to be skewed and marred in action.

I understand that no one is perfect, but if we only reward and sympathize with those who only seek redemption after they face scrutiny, then we lose the meaning of what makes someone worthy of forgiveness.

These topics are deep and interesting, but the way they are handled in this show is simply bad writing.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk and again: no shade towards the writers. Just critiques!

#nort speaks #media analysis #//abuse #mha #my hero academia #todoroki #the todoroki family #touya todoroki #shoto todoroki #rei todoroki #enji todoroki #endeavor #dabi #natsuo todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #dont expect me to suddenly start posting abt mha #im not arguing with anyone either #thesr are my thoughts 💪

[completemessash]

Impatient - Part 1 (a.i.)

notes: i started this the night before 5sos' perfomance at pal norte so that's where it takes place :)

Warnings: SMUT, Ashton x reader, blowjob, cum, well in this part only talking about those things, dirty talk and a horny drummer

xxx

“Ash, you need to get on stage soon”

“I know”, he mumbled against your skin, “But you’re so hot. Why would you wear this tiny outfit when you know I have to perform?”

“It’s not tiny at all”, you laughed, while half heartedly trying to push his head away from where he kept nipping at your neck and the top of your cleavage. And it really wasn’t all that tiny, you were wearing a dark pair of jeans and a crop top. Which was admittedly quite low cut and maybe you had chosen that top on purpose because you knew he couldn’t resist you, but it was nothing that you would count as ‘tiny’.

“I can’t help myself when you look like this, babe”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re sitting behind a drum kit, isn’t it?”, you smiled, feeling the hardness against your leg.

“Mhm”, his answer was distracted. His hands were pushing under the top, cupping your boobs into his hands and squeezing them. You were thankful that they all had individual backstage rooms this time, even though all of them – except Ashton – had probably already ended up in one together.

“Ash”, you laughed again, which turned into a small whine when he bit the skin on your collarbone, “How old are you? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a pair of boobs in your life”

He stopped, pouting up at you. “I’m offended”, he complained, “And besides, I’m not seeing any boobs right now”

“You have like then minutes-“

“Plenty of time”, he argued and you gave in. Not that you would have declined this, but it was fun to tease him when he got a little desperate.

In no time, he had gotten your top of, unclasping your bra with practiced fingers, lips searching your flesh as soon as it had fallen to the floor.

“You’re such a boob guy”

He stopped again, that offended look on his face again. “Why do you have to insult me so much today?”

“I’m not insulting you”, you grinned, “Simply stating facts.”

“Do you want my cum on your boobs or not?”, he asked, yup, he was impatient today.

But you weren’t done teasing him yet: “Oh, so I’m not even getting anything? Probably have to jerk you off, too, huh?”

“Well uh-“

“It’s okay, babe, we only have ten minutes, you can always promise to get me off once we’re back at the hotel”

He nodded eagerly, then mumbled something about only having eight or seven minutes now and fumbled to open his pants.

#ashton irwin #5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #5sos x reader #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #5sos smut #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton 5sos #5sos x reader smut #completemessash smut #smut #part one yayyyy #part two coming soon #masterlist

[evis-gossip]

Thoughts right now: Bucky being in love with a nerd/smart reader.

My mind is all over the place so here are some scenarios for different alternate universes:

Lumberjack!Bucky in awe while you pace from side to side of his cabin’s living room while you explain every Greek myth ever

Biker!Bucky lovesick while you rant faster than his bike about the true meaning behind The Secret History and how it is a masterpiece

Librarian!Bucky (i also imagine chubby!Bucky for librarian) saw you spend hours researching the Minoan civilization because lineal A hasn`t been translated yet and you needed to know why and when you told him how sad it made you it broke his heart

Avenger!Bucky amazed by the energy you radiate while trying to explain the concept of The Black Parade by MCR because it was never a phase, it’s a lifestyle

Mob!Bucky taking you to every bookshop ever just to see the smile on you face when you talk about literature (i have a whole concept for this, but haven’t gathered the courage to work it out)

Chubby!baker!Bucky oh so worried about you when you spent almost five hours straight sitting at his bakery teaching yourself latin to read the Aeneid in original, far too high on caffeine, far too low on real nutrients

Roommate!Bucky cuddling with you on the couch while you read and trying to get you attention for funny businesses but nothing can tear you away from hyperfixating, still he finds you adorable

CEO!Bucky taking you on a romantic trip to Paris and absolutely dazed when instead of giving you a tour of the city you stop and explain the history, art and architecture of every building. Yes, you dragged him for hours on end through Norte Dame

Neighbor!Bucky going feral when he found out you were fluid in any language other than English (he did try to convince you to se it for certain endeavors)

Had to get that out of my chest. I might work on some of them, maybe a drabble or headcanon, idk. If you guys would like me to elaborate on some, my asks are open and I’d live to hear what you guys think.

a Bucky gif as a gift for you

Masterlist

#bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky au #lumberjack!bucky #biker!bucky #librarian!bucky #avenger!bucky #mob!bucky #chubby!bucky #baker!bucky #roommate!bucky #ceo!bucky #neighbor!bucky #most of it it’s inspired by me or things I’d do #so if you find it weird it means I’m weird #lumberjack!bucky x reader #biker!bucky x reader #librarian!bucky x reader #avenger!bucky x reader #mob!bucky x reader #chubby!bucky x reader #roommate!bucky x reader #ceo!bucky x reader #neighbor!bucky x reader

[powderblueblood]

powder my love would u ever bless us with a hai universe cass finnigan bonus episode bc i’m an eddie-took-her-anal-virginity truther until i die and lord what i wouldn’t give to see that written in ur spectacular way…call it morbid fascination and also and as well additionally: me being a dirty fucking whore

sweets baby i've got good news and i've got bad news, eddie unfortunately did nort take cass's anal virginity (she and mikey b have been backdooring for quite some time now) but there were certain... differences that cass wasn't quite prepared for! minors dni as always fuck off, warnings for smut (anal, premature ejaculation), cass being an asshole no pun intended (but i believe she felt mad guilty after this), embarrassing sexual situations (cumming early is nothing to be ashamed of, but consider who we're dealing with), eddie feeling shitty :( part of the hellfire & ice universe

HAWKINS, INDIANA. AUGUST 1984-ISH, SOMETHING LIKE THAT

Cass Finnigan is having a weird year.

It's what she keeps saying, mostly because it's what people keep telling her-- because that's kind of Cass's bag. She listens to what people tell her with a keen ear and an open heart and not very much consideration for the consequences. She takes direction very well, according to her drama teacher and her choir director and her friend Lacy and, most importantly, her boyfriend Mikey B.

So, when Mikey B said they should take a break, she said, okay! And when her parents said they were getting a divorce, she was like, if you think that's for the best! And when her church elders told her that her parents' divorce would be seen as a blight in their otherwise idyllic Christian household, she agreed because He does know better than we do! And when Lacy said she should maybe think about hooking up with other people, on the level this time, not as a drunken extracurricular, Cass said, you are so right.

"Just for the... fourth or fifth time, are you absolutely, positively sure about this?"

That's pretty much how Cass ends up ass up in the back of Eddie Munson's van on a rainy Tuesday afternoon.

Shifting her hips back, she scoffs. It's a high, tufted sound because Cass is a high, tufted kind of girl. Definitely high right now, anyway.

"Munson. Are you seriously asking me to second guess you putting your dick in my butt?"

"Salient point. Roger that. Sorry. Just... tryin' not to be... like, a d-- a dick." Unimaginative choice of words for him. "Sorry."

Fuck Cass Finnigan's weird year. Eddie Munson is having a weird freakish immediate right now.

There he balances, floor of the van digging ridges into his kneecaps through the holes in his denim jeans. Said jeans are slung past his narrow hips, along with his boxers, the worn elastic of the waistband tucked pretty snug under his balls.

Eddie's holding his dick with consideration. Like he's about to give the little (hah!) man a pep talk.

Don't fuck this up for me, okay? When we get in there, fucking pace it out, alright? I'm serious, man. It might feel like you want to geyser out the second we squeeze on in--oh god--but be cool, okay?

Forty minutes ago, he'd met Cass in a clearing near the usual pick-up spot, one big enough that he could haul the van into. Eddie usually hated being near the orbit of Hawkins High during summer vacation--something about a work life balance--but then work comes calling and, y'know, it's kind of the most inconspicuous place in town.

Cass'd been nervous; Eddie noticed that, out of the rotating faces of that particular friend group, she'd never been saddled with the task of picking up for them before. Well, she and that Lacy chick, but Eddie had reason enough to believe she wouldn't be caught dead.

"Uh, you wanna hop in a sec?" Eddie'd hesitated, regarding the raindrops bouncing off Cass in her pink plastic parka, "It's really comin' down out there."

"Sure. Just for a sec."

Cass was twitchy, but keen. She and her big eggshell blue eyes darted around the back of his van, probably noting every flaw in the interior so she could report back to her clique later.

But then she sat all criss-cross applesauce and was like, "How's your summer vacation going?" Delivered in the clipped monotone of someone just making small talk, but delivered all the same.

They swapped a couple of same Hawkins, different day type sentiments, and stilted as it was, it wasn't entirely terrible.

Inexplicably, it made Eddie be all, "Would the lady care for a sample?" like he's a fucking weed sommelier.

Which, in a manner of speaking and if the manner is ditch weed, he kind of is.

Twenty minutes in, and Cass was already feeling it. Her blue eyes were closing into a squint and that squint kept studying him. Rolling him over in her gaze, kinda like he was one of those optical illusions she couldn't quite figure out.

Eddie, despite himself (or so he'd like to think), felt heat rising in his cheeks. Something about this had an encroaching sense of familiarity.

"What?" he mumbled, ashing the joint into an empty soda can.

Cass leaned back, heels of her palms supporting her and pushing her chest out just so. "You think I'm pretty, don't you?"

Admittedly, that kinda put a hitch in the spell she was attempting to cast. Jesus, these sweater monkeys and their indefatigable egos. Eddie's eyes involuntarily rolled. "No. I think you're a dog. The blonde hair and the perky tits do nothing for me, honestly. Soft as a monk."

Now, here would be an opportunity to volley back, to fold humor into one's foreplay like cheese into an omelette but Cass E. Finnigan, god bless her (and she is blessed), does not have her eye on Eddie's preferred ball.

"Yah, but you think I'm pretty like, you wanna..."

But he is still, fallibly, a guy edging toward kinda stoned and pliable.

"I wanna..."

And she is still, fallibly, a very hot, slightly stoned, inattentive girl.

"You wanna fuck me."

And instead of a gaze, it was more like a glaze, like a well-practiced Skinemax impression that Cass had whipped out as a party piece. She removed her pink plastic parka with unnecessarily seductive precision, and through the haze, it had occurred to Eddie that he hasn't ever really entered Cass Finnigan in his rogue's gallery of jerk-off material.

Maybe that was an oversight.

Because now, in this moment, in this ticking time bomb of a second, he's staring, like, right down the barrel of her asshole.

Dick in hand.

Eddie's hard, of course, even though he kind of feels like he shouldn't be? Not in a forbidden way that would usually get his blood thumping, hard in a way that kind of feels like an imposition. Like, there should have been more lead up to this. Like, Cass should have kissed him. Or he her. Or something.

I mean, she didn't even turn around to look at his dick. It's kinda rude.

She, right out of Penthouse Forum, just sort of flipped her skirt and shimmied her underwear and leaned forward and presented herself and demanded he get his cock out and then she was starting to sing his tune but now he's just staring at her. The back of her. Poised and peaches and cream and perfect, sure, but not for him, it doesn't feel like.

Eddie's an ill-chosen accessory here. An awkwardly misplaced lamp in a room that, yeah, apparently can benefit from a lamp. But not this lamp.

Cass's asshole is very pretty, though. Her pussy, too, from what he can see. Pink and petal-y in a way he'd never seen up close in person before. (The thing with Nicole Summers humping him on a log in out by Forest Hills a couple years back hadn't exactly been an all-you-can-eat-with-your-eyes kind of affair.) Looking at it long enough makes his tip and mouth water a touch, and looking at it too long makes Cass be all, "Are you, like, okay back there?"

Eddie opens his mouth to answer but is swiftly cut off by Cass chirping, "Oops! Oh duh, you're probably like, what is she thinking--"

Fascinatingly, without even changing position, she digs around in her fuzzy little backpack and tosses a tube of KY Jelly over her shoulder. Right. Right.

Eddie squeezes out what he considers a decent amount after whacking that tube against his palm a couple times. It comes out with a flatulent puff of air. Cass has really gone through this stuff. If Eddie were a more primitive man, he might be inclined to slap Mikey B on the back and/or ass the next time he sees him.

"Not your first rodeo, huh?" he mumbles, breath uneven, smoothing the jelly over the length of himself. His eyes flutter closed under his own touch, ceasing the rhumba of Cass Finnigan wants you to fuck her in the ass Cass Finnigan wants you to fuck her in the ass Cass Finnigan wants you to fuck her in the ass for all of a half second.

"Whut?" Cass caws.

"Nothin'. Um..." Eddie's got one ambitiously lubed up hand all of a sudden. Overshot that mark. First of many. "...can--" Jesus Christ. How to sexify this deeply unsexy yet sexy situation. "--can I touch you?"

"Um, yah."

Um, okehhh, he mockingly mirrors her faux-Valley Girl accent back to himself. See, blue sky situation, Eddie would say that back to Cass and she's think he's funny, and they'd laugh together and it'd be hot but the thing about girls like Cass is they have no sense of humor about themsel--fuck, his jellied thumb feels nice sinking into her little butthole.

"Is that," fuck his stupid fucking trembling fucking voice, "does that feel okay?"

"I can't even really, like, feel it-- oh my god, that's not your dick, is it?!" Cass, in all goddamn sincerity, starts to turn around, face all hitched in a grimace that Eddie can't stand.

"No, it's not," he says, through gritted teeth, hand extracting from her ass and resting on her cheek. "It's not my fucking dick. I thought you might need-- or want, I dunno--"

"Does it usually take this long with you? Like, guys don't usually take this long to just stick it in. You know that, right?"

Mouth gaping, Eddie feels something shrink inside him. He can't tell whether it's his ego or his faith in the Hawkins male populace (not that he had much to begin with), but he's learning more and more about the kind of world Cass Finnigan orbits in as the seconds tick by.

Kinda sad, he thinks, angling himself against her ass, kinda sucks that ol' JC or MB or whoever only lets her use the back door--

A jolt smites clean through Eddie as his leaking pink tip touches Cass's puckered pink hollow. "Hnn. Mm."

Eddie pushes just a little, mouth popping back open. He feels Cass tense from the extremely tentative, extremely light grip he's got on her hip. Again, he is like full Jekyll and Hyding in the way that he feels like he's intruding on his own sexual encounter yet completely turgid from tip to taint.

It's so weird. That joint wasn't laced with anything, was it?

"You okay?" he asks, voice a squeak of urgency.

"Yh--yah," Cass says, but there's hesitance. Like she's almost about to ask him if he's okay too.

"Mind if I--" Mind if fucking I?! What am I even fucking saying? Shit, God, please, anybody, please let her say--

"Yah, sure."

Not the begging or panting he hand in mind for his first time back here, but it'll do. Eddie, slowly, ever so carefully does it, eases himself a couple more mannerly millimeters into the confines of Cass's ass--and not to suck his own dick, but this is gonna be a tight squeeze, if it'll squeeze at all. If it'll squeeze at all, oh fuck, oh please...

With a high, sharpish gasp, Cass seems to register that fact as well.

"Holy shit."

Blonde locks go flying over her shoulder as she finally tries to angle back and get a look at that certain member of the party that was of no interest to her fifteen minutes ago. How the tables fucking turn! In doing so, she accidentally thrusts back a touch, edging the reddened tip of Eddie's cock further in--

"Shit, shit, shitshitshit!" Barely an inch inside, Eddie feels his balls constrict and his back seize.

Cass snickers in a out-of-body, near ironic kind of way before winding out some direct-to-TV type whimper that someone somewhere on some planet must find attractive. Mikey B, possibly. It sounds flat to Eddie.

If she's making fun of him (she is), he isn't in the room to hear it.

All Eddie can focus on right now is sensation. The fact that if Cass moves even the tiniest iota--

"Y'know, you can like, slap me a little or something. If you w--"

"No, I-I don't-- fuck, just-- please don't fuckin' move, please don't fuckin'--"

Too goddamn late! Cass, with whatever curious shifting she's managed to do, has Eddie's throbbing, space hopping over eager bastard of a cock popping out of her asshole. The grip Eddie has on himself does no good to stem what's coming, badum-tss. With a groan, a gasp and a shudder, a pull like an anchor aweigh from the base of his belly, Eddie spills in a few hot thick ropes.

He feels a drop or two of sweat drip from the nape of his neck as he watches his hot, white, premature cum roll in a rivulet over Cass's lower back. Oh... no.

"Um."

"I am so," Eddie hasn't even got a chance to re-regulate his breath yet, and he's feeling around him for a napkin or an old t-shirt or a flunked essay, something, "so sorry, I--"

"Ew," Cass sits up, holding her skirt aloft and batting away Eddie's pleading offer of a gym sock. Which, fair enough, ew, but it makes Eddie recoil a touch. He watches as she cleans herself up with a wet wipe she grabs from that weird little monster of a backpack purse type thing she carries.

Eddie sinks back to sit on his heels, wiping himself off with the stupid old gym sock and tucking himself away. A sourness has started to sting in his gut, that post-nut clarity hitting all the harsher thanks to Cass's tiny daggered glances at him.

He's really never not gonna be an object of disgust to someone like her, is he? He can't even breach guilty pleasure status.

"So stupid," she's muttering, readjusting her underwear and smoothing out her skirt, "Last time I ever listen to that uppity bitch..."

He's just a dare bored girls give themselves on rainy August afternoons.

"We could-- if you wanted, just gimme a sec and I--" Eddie starts before he can stop mortifying himself with his own words.

"Listen!" Cass snaps, flipping her hair, "This was a gross and egregious mistake. Like, please don't get attached just because this-- I mean, what was that, like, two seconds? Dude."

Eddie is an ant. Eddie feels two specks of dust tall in this very moment of white hot humiliation. Eddie also feels like he wants to toss something back at Cass, something about her stupid fake accent or douchebag scamming boyfriend or idiot made-up Christian overlord, but Eddie also feels too small to even be mean which is the suckiest fucking part of all this right here right now.

Instead, his lips stretch into a tight smile, condescending as he can conceivably make it. Rain's still thrumming like gunshots against the roof of the van.

"Okay. Freak show's over, honey. Better get going."

"Ugh, whatever. Not a word of this, to anyone. Understood?"

"Not exactly a lot to tell."

A scoff and a snarl sees Cass Finnigan retreat back out into the rain through the van's creaking doors, and Eddie's heart sinks even further, if possible. This is not what's meant to happen in these porno-like scenarios! He's meant to send her off with a buttload of cum probably still dripping out of her, and he's meant to feel on top of the fucking world! Not like he's thirteen years old and someone just played a shitty prank that he swore he was too smart to fall for.

Well, that's it. On Eddie Munson's good and apparently sexually repulsive name, this is the last time he intimately trifles with some airhead in-crowd girl.

Next person he's fucking is a straight up weirdo and it's celibacy 'til then. Freaks or nothing. Blood oath.

#powder room talk #munsonssweets #published by powder #e. munson by powder #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #lol. #also mikey b..... i was thinking of michael berzatto and for that i apologize. to the berzattos #shouldn't have got you involved in this #anyway i stand by my number one headcanon that eddie has fucked but not well! #he did not come out that gate swingin he came out that gate needy and unable to ask for it

[gardensprout]

Fanfiction Shoutouts: IWWV

Hi, I just wanna shoutout my favorite AO3 fanfics from If We Were Villains because they’re so good and helped me through my post-book depression.

found people to love (left people to drown) by tigerlilycorinne - Incredible reunion fic that I consider the canon ending (angst)

Merely a Madness... by sapphicfratboy - a look into James’ backstory and experiences being queer / panic over falling for his bestie

what is woven into the lives of others by helloearthlings - another reunion fic but one shot edition and it’s so wholesome I’m in love

untalked of and unseen by prouvairing - James’ pov on specific events in he and Oliver’s relationship. Wholesome, then angsty, then wholesome again

it seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream by emeraldsunrise - Del Norte. Need I say more?

Love and War by AugustinianSeptember - W H O L E S O M E Everyone’s alive and happy and I wish they were like this forever

Intro to Method Acting by EjTuPaGaisu - James being a leopard thanks to Camilo. One of the tags is “James Farrow being a bit of a little shit” which sums it up

I have more in my history, but these are definitely my top 7 so pleaseeee go check them all out because they’re all so amazing!!

#fanfic recommendations #fanfictions #if we were villains #iwwv #iwwv fanfiction #m.l. rio #oliver marks #james farrow #jamesoliver

[dailytomlinson]

Louis Tomlinson, two passions and one direction: “I absolutely love football, but for me nothing comes close to music”

The former One Direction will perform in Chile on May 24 at the Bicentenario Stadium in La Florida with his “Faith in the Future” tour. We spoke exclusively with the British star who went from being a teenage pop idol to a professional footballer, and finally to consolidating his own more mature and rock sound. This is the successful present of the artist who loves to sing as much as he loves

In 2022, Louis Tomlinson set foot in Chile for the first time alone to present his debut album “Walls” . A bet that exceeded any expectations, since the madness was such that the British, that the former One Direction filled the Movistar Arena three times

But that was not all, his fans had prepared a surprise for him that, as he confessed to La Cuarta , gave him “goosebumps . ” During the chorus of the song “Kill my mind” , the young women organized themselves to coordinately move the lights of their cell phones, creating a kind of hypnotizing wave, leaving the singer and his team speechless, so much so that the moment was recorded in their documentary “ “All of Those Voices . ” Furthermore, the photo of one of those concerts was nothing more and nothing less than the poster.

But the music that makes him vibrate so much was not always his first choice in life. In 2013, just when One Direction's world tour was announced, which brought them to Chile with two concerts at the National Stadium , Louis signed a contract with the League Two team Doncaster Rovers , and only in 2017, two years after the group took an indefinite break, he was able to debut as a substitute in a match witnessed by more than five thousand fans.

INTERVIEW UNDER CUT:

“It is truly an honor to be at the club where I spent most of my childhood,” he wrote on his Twitter account at the time. However, the kid's dream was stagnant when in 2020 and in the middle of the pandemic, he decided to go solo, all of his former bandmates had done it, it was his time.

Thus, Louis - who recognized us as being nostalgic, familiar and interested in psychology - became one of the most important artists of his generation, adding milestones such as one billion streams on Spotify , numerous awards and being in the Guinness World book. Records for breaking the record for the most-watched livestreamed concert by a male soloist.

“I FEEL VERY GRATEFUL TO HAVE THAT LOVE HERE”

On the day of the interview with the pop newspaper , we arrived at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel where the performer spent two days after a successful presentation at Tecate Pa'l Norte 2024 in Mexico, and a promotional tour of Brazil. Despite his fatigue, he maintained a good attitude with the press, but mainly with his fans gathered outside the venue, who shouted his name from time to time.

Being in front of a pop idol who has spent half his life on tour, in conferences and with a handful of iconic songs that marked more than one generation, is truly intimidating, but Louis makes anyone lower their guard because he welcomes you. as if he were your friend. Wearing a pair of relaxed jeans, a black t-shirt and matching sneakers, he smiles and greets friendly, he is surrounded by people who make up his team, overwhelming, but it is his natural environment; and thus begins a dialogue with La Cuarta about his two passions.

Louis, you return to Chile in May after filling three arenas on your last visit, something historic! What will it be like to return with such a powerful precedent?

I feel like my Spanish is coming back! I almost knew what you were asking (laughs). I'm very excited, I feel very lucky to be able to perform in a venue that size on my... well, technically my second solo tour. I feel very grateful to have that love and passion here. Mainly I feel very excited for these shows.

- In several of your songs on “Faith in the future”, you talk about nostalgia, changes and the passage of time. Are these themes that you think about frequently or do they only arise when composing?

Yes, I would say I'm a bit of a deep thinker, I think it helps me as a songwriter, but I also think nostalgia is a great thing to write about, it's a great thing to feel about as a listener and also to write about as a songwriter. And I'm also interested in psychology, so anything that makes the brain feel a certain way, I think is interesting.

- What would the 32-year-old Louis, with a second successful album under his arm and a new tour, say to the teenager who applied for The X Factor in 2010?

I would insist that he should do it. I think there's definitely an element, in every young person in that situation, there's something very scary that makes you want to go. But I would also tell him, what I have learned the most, to trust his instincts, trust that feeling and be brave to make decisions, the right decisions for yourself.

- Among those decisions is being the last member of 1D to go solo, and today we are here with “Faith in the future” which has a sound that is 100% yours. Looking back, how do you see the path you have traveled?

I feel very comfortable. The mindset I have now feels very different than when I started this journey as a solo artist. I feel very blessed to be able to continue making music. But it's also a very nice feeling and it's something very new for me to feel so comfortable on stage and so comfortable when I'm making the music I want to make. Overall, yes, I am very happy.

-Louis, I imagine there must have been a moment in your career when you said, wow, I did it!

You know, I used to resist that idea, because for some reason, I don't know, I never wanted to give myself that. But I've had it, I've started trying to have those moments for myself. It often happens during concerts, it can be something that fans did together, like entertaining fan projects. But also, even when I played the festival now in Mexico, that was one of those moments. I was a little nervous going out and the crowd was so big, people looked like they were having a good time. So yeah, it was amazing.

- Now that you mentioned the fan project, when you came to Chile your followers prepared one for the song “Kill my mind” that was beautiful, how did you experience it from the stage?

I had no idea what was going to happen! I know that fans often do fan projects, in a way to do something entertaining for me and something unique in each show, but I didn't know what to expect. And to be honest, I remember getting goosebumps, it was an incredible show. And, again, always in these concerts, and especially in Latin America, there are not ten people, everyone in the venue is participating! It's a very euphoric thing to see from the stage for me.

- Changing the subject, football is one of your passions, what place does it occupy in your life today?

I would say that definitely, before I was in the band, nothing came close in my life, football was everything to me, now music is. I absolutely love football, but for me nothing comes close to music. Obviously it's my job, that's important, but as a fan, I'm speaking more like a fan, I probably don't watch enough football these days, I'm usually busy, but I catch up on the highlights. ). It's still a big part of my life, especially when England plays. I'm excited for the upcoming Euro Cup, we're going to win it!

- Of course! You are the fathers of football. Finally, what makes you most happy today?

Family, definitely, family and friends. And specifically in my work world, it's live concerts, that gives me amazing feelings.

Louis Tomlinson will perform at the Estadio Bicentenario La Florida on May 24. General ticket sales are available through Ticketmaster.cl

#040424 #louis tomlinson #lacuarta24

[thereasonforsecuritysystems]

spanish music hcs for the gang because i'm latino and mentally ill:

darry curtis: bro TEARS up corridos. the first time steve showed him los tigres del norte he was nodding slightly, but i'll tell you he ATE UP the whole damn album the moment he left. same with vicente fernández, the moment he hears the grito in volver, volver he's a divorced dad with multiple kids that don't speak with him because they forgot spanish in america (not too far off to reality) his favorite song is hands down pedro y pablo, not that he'd admit it because the lyrics reminds him of himself and ponyboy and he cries every time

two-bit mathews: anything he can shake ass too. jk. but he really like reggaeton, especially daddy yankee. 9/10 times rompe is playing on full volume in his headphones. he's also chill with mexican party music. just. party music in general and he's eating that shit up. el sondito gave him a seizure in the best way possible fr. but rompe just hits different to his brain yknow

dallas winston: the first time he listened to gasolina he had an aneurysm. the second time and he was begging steve to tell him what the hell that genre was because it was fire. probably would tear up bad bunny, ozuna (😶), and a bunch of other reggaeton artists. tití me preguntó would have a special place in his heart, and every time he plays diles steve dies a little inside since it's basically dirty talk the song. but he doesn't have to know that. (and he'd probably play it anyways)

steve randle: ah the half mexican himself. he little bit of everything. to his friends, he's all dance music and bachata and reggaeton, but deep down he cannot get enough of señora music. ana gabriel, rocío dúrcal, yolanda del rio, he eats it up every time. and his love of boleros is genuinely concerning. he's like a 70 year old man with that taste. but he can't help but listen to eydie gormé's gorgeous voice, he just can't.

johnny cade: sad mexican mom/dad music. no se va, tu falta de querer, desvelado, he eats up the sad lyrics and sobbing out lyrics. it just feels powerful to his ears. he always smiling when listening to it too, and steve just watches in horror as he listens to amor eterno while giggling and shit. steve's always in his señora era when he's around him (not that he minds)

sodapop curtis: salsa and bachata (and reggae ofc) bro adolescentes orquestra does things to his brain dude. he is a proud romeo santos stan, he'd kiss that man on the mouth if given the chance. he just loves swaying to latin music, and he unironically loves the yoshi ai cover of la noche más linda. he forces steve to dance with him and steve (not so reluctantly) complies.

ponyboy curtis: indie spanish music. victor internet, cuco, juanpalitoschinos, juan pablo vega, he LOVES it. if he could have the lyrics of el rincón (chachachá) tattooed in his brain he would do it in a heart beat. he listens to shit like "el amor de tu vida tiene derecho encontrar el amor de su vida" and sodapop is already sleeping by the time he's finished the title. basically his music taste from english transfers to spanish.

#the outsiders #steve randle #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #darrel curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #spanish #music #headcannons #half mexican steve randle

[goldenchocobo]

2023 Art Dump

Not as much as last year, which would be a feat. A lot of Kingdom Hearts art, still, as well as OC things.

In the Keep Reading below, you can learn about each thing, if it interests you;

From Left-to-Right, Up-to-Down:

-Baldr and Bragi's battle stances (specifically from when they were fighting Cerberus in the Underworld). wanted to draw them like this, but never found a reason to post it as-is. I was going to include it in another compilation that sat in my Drafts for half a year (with other art on this dump).

-Character art for a friend's KH D&D character- a 'Nort replica with no memory of who he is, only that he's running from Vexen.

-Art in that compelation. It's from the first time you speak to Demyx. I like how it's the first thing he ever asks Roxas; I was going to do more, but... didn't.

-Interpretation of the Keyblade from Missing Link's promo image. I needed it for my KH D&D, as I was going to give the players a keyblade based on the stats they chose in their DttH. The keyblade didn't end up being used.

-Silly Bragi/Luxu doodle. I think he'd have to try hard not to ace any history exams, or at least know more than what he's currently being taught.

-Aerith and Cid shop 'interface' I drew for my KH D&D. I wanted a visual for my players instead of just vague descriptions, so I drew these, the portraits are the characters currently in the session.

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-Young Xehanort headshots. I was going to do more each time I wanted to draw, but didn't know what- but these two were the only two that I did.

-Working out the design for a Minotaur Heartless that appeared in my fic, Working Together, for Ventus and Vanitas to fight.

-His Dark Materials AU Sora with his Daemon Amica. I was going to draw some battle poses with them, but I honestly never felt like it, and didn't want to force myself.

-figuring out a design for Vanitas's glider for my fic.

-Ventus holding an escapee-flood from a WiP fic, (continuation of Working Together) Trial by Light.

-New Unversed Vanitas makes when he and Ventus are on 'kind of okay' terms, that Ventus calls a Mawkeepit from my fic. I wanted to nail out a design for them, so I could describe them better.

-New Unversed Vanitas makes when he felt betrayed. They're currently unnamed- as I'm having trouble coming up with a portmantu or word-association for 'Backstab, Weasel or snake' for the WiP fic. These aren't going to feature as heavily as the Mawkeepit, but I wanted to draw them so readers could get a better idea of how they looked.

-Art of the Mawkeepit crowding an Unconscious Ventus while being surrounded by Heartless for my fic.

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-Chocopuffs. Art from a Nyancave stream of Final Fantasy XVI, where the Northern British actors pronounce the 'cho' in chocobo the same way as the 'cho' in 'chocolate'- the result was chocopuffs, a cereal.

-Diabloceratops getting its toe bitten by a territorial turtle. didn't finish the WiP.

-Bi frog I drew for my Bi friend who likes frogs.

-Absolute monster of an art dump for my OCs, Lupin an Iberis. I wanted to give them a more modern take, so I drew them in modern clothing, with only one being of an older time period (bottom right) based on a photo of two men sitting together like that. I have refsheets for them and may post them if I routinely draw and post more are of these two.

-Neovinator in a pond/river based on a photo of a Grebe, and Daurlong sitting based on a photo of an emu.

-depiction of a woman I dreamt of. The dream was very real, and I'm certain I met death, and that is what she looked like. If you're interested in it, let me know and I post the rest, because it's long.

-Warrior cat OCs (and my friends) all from different clans going to a fourth to ask to speak to their medicine cat. the ginger one is mine and his name is Flipleaf.

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-Nyancave Sonic OC. I think they were playing Sonic 06 or Shadow the Headgehog when I drew it, I can't remember.

-Drawn when there was a Subathon and the Nyancave were playing Final Fantasy XII. The memberships were a steal!

-Painting of their cats (now older) Dante and Nia, looking at Christmas lights.

#goldenchocobo's art #2023 Art dump

[wawamouse]

OZ Rewatch 3: s3e08: Out o' Time

Plotlines:

(mini) Said gets bitten by a rat

(mini) Rebadow : be afraid

Rivera backs out of Sister Pete’s program; the other members of El Norte are let out of Solitary and El Cid threatens Miguel, who tells Sister Pete he won’t tell the warden who raped his daughter and wants to go back to Solitary; Carlo and Chico go to kill Miguel; Carlo is killed; (mini) Pete and Mukada moment; Miguel tells the warden that Carlo was Ardeth’s rapist

Shirley gets her execution paused and commuted to life imprisonment after Sister Pete realises she is insane

Beecher, Keller, etc, get out of the hospital/solitary after their scuffle

Diane and Claire get into a physical fight; Glynn and McManus verbally fight

(mini) Junior and Poet get out of the hospital; Kenny tells them they’re back with Adebisi, who has a plan

Ryan and Hamid go to Glynn to get the boxing match uncancelled; Stanislofsky hints to Murphy about O’Reily spiking the water bottles; Murphy doesn’t tell anyone but doesn’t let Ryan keep poisoning the waters; Ryan gets Seamus to come visit to rile Cyril up instead; Cyril gives Hamid brain damage in the boxing match; Khan’s wife wants him taken off life support

Said and Tobias observe the rising racial tensions between white and black…Adebisi radicalises Hughes; Hughes whips it out in front of Lopresti and Howell for some reason after hearing them being racist in the locker room; Schillinger does a speech to various white prisoners; a COs vs prisoners aspect is added the mix, increasing tensions

Glynn fires Hughes

New year’s scenes throughout the prison; Toby and Chris kiss; Adebisi gets a gun from Hughes

Sister: [EXTREMELY LOUD GASP] …Isn’t that the lamp we have back home?? (There’s a lamp at our parent’s house that does indeed look like that lamp lolol. Guess it must've been a popular 90s design. I’d never noticed before.)

Sister: Your guy gave up pretty quickly. Me: Yeah, he was not with the program whatsoever. He was holding that knife like a pen.

Sister: Oh look, she visited… I guess the rest of the family members were like ”whatever”.

Sister: Ugh, this guy’s still alive?

Sister: He looks like he’s supposed to be a conman at a beachside casino resort.

Sister: the racist kind...

Sister: …And there will be nooo direct consequences…

I always wonder what the Latinos were doing during all this LOL. They’re conveniently just nowhere to be seen whenever the show decides to do a black/white race thing. Are they on the second tier? All at work? In the showers??

Sister: Hahaha finally… That’s what you get for showing your dong to everyone…

Sister: I don’t like that. Me: (thinking hard) …His underwear? Sister: Yeah. I don't like that. Looks like a thong.

Sister: (as Khan) (wheezing) Happy… new year…

Stray thoughts

When Carlo and Chico go to kill Miguel, you can sort of see through his shirt that Carlo has magazines stuffed against his abdomen as armor. Fat lot of good that did him, though.

Miguel 1999 🏆Most Distracting Nipple Award

Sister did not want Cyril to win the boxing match since way before it even happened

Sister was convinced that there was going to be another riot

Why was Hughes still there way after hours after he got fired lol

Sister thinks Augustus had the skin mag out after they were banned to go to the Hole on purpose

My plotpoint bullet points are becoming soooo long at this point. I long for the days when everything could be summed up more simply lol... Or maybe I've just gotten more detailed about it??

Final Thoughts

Sister thought there should’ve been more Auld Lang Syne type catharsis. She was not a fan of the low key cliff hanger lol

Thought more people should've kissed but failed to come up with who might possibly

The McManus/Glynn fight always feels like it sort of came out of nowhere to me. I’m on Glynn’s side because WTF is McManus even talking about thb? When does Glynn even really get seen having to deal with the white prisoners' bullshit outside of Schillinger and Peter Schibetta? (Also, when McManus uses Hill as an example of Glynn taking the side of a black inmate, I can't for the life of me figure out what that is referring to). I understand that the race divide/tension is a thing among the prisoners due to the boxing match, but some of the lines that the show tries to draw and connect throughout this episode don’t make that much sense. I know that the muddling of issues is sort of the point when the aspect of COs vs prisoners gets thrown into the mix, but McManus yelling at Glynn about the racial aspect just seems weird. I guess it makes more sense/gives more causation to next season when Glynn hires Querns to take McManus’s place, but honestly I feel like McManus being how he is at that point is cause enough.

#oz rewatch #text #oz hbo

[siph0nomy]

what is up guys . Upturned headcanons

Ik

My friend gave me this voice claim awhile ago where he sounds like Clopin Trouillefou from The Hunchback of Norte Dame and it just stuck . I’m always open to newer voice claims but this one is just so silly I love it

I also think he’s multilingual . It’s for efficiency since people from all around the world probably come to his hotel . Though I like to think maybe he,, naturally knows French,,,,

This one is quite silly but what if he can grow really tall and extend his limbs . I dunno he’s made of ash and the thought of him elongating his neck to reach someone’s eye level is very funny to me.

^ this also applies to snake tail ik. love almost tripping over the receptionist’s tail

Traveler

Man honestly who knows what’s up with this guy . Ik is constantly calling them by different names (“Mr. Nke? Mr. Okj? Mr. Aks?”) and they just seem to go along with it

Lost their hat once and traveled the entire hotel AGAIN just to find it. It’s a prized possession

Despite being made of ash, they can somehow still taste . They munch on those chocolate bars like if their life depends on it

Has An Immense Phobia Of The Mannequins. It is a 50/50 on whether or not they’ll start running for their life or grab the nearest chair and throw it

Will sit down with the Lil’ Chucklers n just. Stay at their parties. Kind of like a babysitter except they don’t care

Shrimp

what if. What if shrimp features

Shrimp will frequently steal the Traveler’s hat and start running around whatever floor they’re on if he feels as if he’s not getting enough attention (this is by @xxcrispxx)

Likes to play with the slugs :] they are friends

His favorite food is wooden nails! Feed him now!!!!!

Struggles to remembers things after like, 15 minutes pass. One time got lost in the aquarium and repeatedly whined until Trav or Ik picked him up because he couldn’t remember the way back to the elevator

I will . Maybe write more later but this took all my brain space

#the upturned #ikabod kee #the upturned traveler #the upturned shrimp #silly guys #I hope they have the bestest day ever #also GIVE ME YOUR HEADCANONS PLEASE PLEASSEEEEE /nf #siphonomy lecture

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Atlas Shrugged Read-Through: PP 14-20

Our first introduction to the primary antagonist of Atlas Shrugged, Jim Taggart, is with him sitting at his desk saying "Don't bother me, don't bother me, don't bother me."

The unpleasant task that Eddie Willers has been facing is coming into Jim's office to tell him that a delivery of steel that has been delayed multiple times will be delayed again. Jim ordered the steel from his friend, Orren Boyle, who runs Associated Steel. Jim insists to Eddie that he won't hear of ordering the metal from the competing company, Rearden Steel, run by Hank Rearden. Taggart Transcontinental needs the steel because their Rio Norte line is too damaged to keep safely running trains on, and they are being outcompeted in the region by a small, local railroad called the Phoenix-Durango. Eddie is telling Jim to make a decision because the regional line supports the oil operation of Ellis Wyatt.

All of these are important characters and business that will come up a lot but they're not the real focus of this scene. The real focus of this scene is making Jim Taggart look like a big throbbing asshole, which is how you're supposed to think of him.

Here are a few of his lines from this brief scene:

"Who's thinking of giving up the Rio Norte Line?" he asked. "There's never been any question of giving it up. I resent your saying it. I resent it very much."

"Orren is my friend." He heard no answer. "I resent your attitude. Orren Boyle will deliver that rail just as soon as it's humanly possible. So long as he can't deliver it, nobody can blame us."

"Ellis Wyatt is a greedy bastard who's after nothing but money," said James Taggart. "It seems to me that there are more important things in life than making money."

"I think he's a destructive, unscrupulous ruffian. I think he's an irresponsible upstart who's been grossly overrated." It was astonishing to hear a sudden emotion in James Taggart's lifeless voice. "I'm not so sure that his oil fields are such a beneficial achievement. It seems to me that he's dislocated the economy of the whole country. Nobody expected Colorado to become an industrial state. How can we have any security or plan anything if everything changes all the time? [...] Yes, I know, I know, he's making money. But that is not the standard, it seems to me, by which one gauges a man's value to society. And as for his oil, he'd come crawling to us. and he'd wait his turn along with all the other shippers, and he wouldn't demand more than his fair share of transportation—if it weren't for the Phoenix-Durango. We can't help it if we're up against destructive competition of that kind. Nobody can blame us."

Jim Taggart is aggrieved. He is whiny, he doesn't accept responsibility for his actions, he resents people who are more active than he is (at least if they make demands on his time or cost him business by shifting their purchases to his competitors).

Jim is not written well, but the way that he is poorly written is interesting. Rand's big bad guy is an industrialist who doesn't take responsibility for his actions and who wants other people to do all of the hard work.

I'm going to get right to the big reveal in the middle of the book: Jim and the Moochers force through a law that means that nobody can compete with them. Other railroads shut down, new innovative companies have to give their capital to older businesses.

On the one hand, I think there's something clever that Rand is doing here. Jim and the Moochers use what is essentially "weaponized wokeness" (mealy-mouthed speeches about collectivism) to place themselves at the head of state-backed monopolies. They're not evil just because they're whiny and don't take responsibility, they're evil because they can use the power of the state to crush competitors, which also allows them to exploit workers and consumers.

On the other hand: I can't tell if Rand is being stupid or malicious in attributing the motivations for these actions to a collectivist impulse.

She clearly, obviously, deeply hated collectivism. But when each of her characters are revealed down to the nastiest, darkest parts of themselves it's revealed that their collectivist talk was meant to cover up personal greed. So I can't tell: stupid or malicious? Is she being stupid, and genuinely doesn't believe that anyone who talks about or works toward communal goods and shared resources actually wants those things? Or is she being malicious and suggesting that all people who claim to want to do things for the benefit of everyone are actually greedy and are trying to burn down the rest of the world so that they can stand on a slightly nicer bit of the ashes?

I haven't read much of Rand's non-fiction, or watched too many interviews with her, but I know that at one point she discussed the evils of altruism by saying that the Nazis were motivated by altruism. That seems like it's pulling a pretty bullshit rhetorical trick and defining "nationalism" as "altruism." And that's what she does with the evil characters in her books - makes them do terrible things while saying that they're doing so for the good of mankind when everybody knows the score. It's a bullshit rhetorical trick.

And this is how we're introduced to Jim Taggart. He's a wealthy industrialist who is whining to his sister's assistant that he can't be blamed that his friend is late with a delivery of steel. And I think Jim Taggart is a pretty good example of Rand being more malicious than stupid. We're going to learn a lot about his motivations and desires throughout the book and they come together to make a laboriously crafted strawman of an evil capitalist.

Anyway. Eddie walks out of their meeting after Jim insults his own sister; Eddie at that point finds an old clerk repairing a typewriter (one that has been repaired before and is made of inferior materials - planned obsolescence; a subject that I will have to yell about somewhere else) and asking Eddie if he knows where anyone can get woolen undershirts. Jim's office has been a break from the most visceral reminders of the bleak, slow-motion collapse of the economy that Eddie is confronted with as soon as he's out of the room again, and he is once again bothered by the question "Who is John Galt?" - the question that opened the novel in the mouth of a bum - as the introductory scene of the novel ends.

#atlas shrugged read through

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🦀 ¡KOISENU FUTARI CON SUBTÍTULOS EN ESPAÑOL E INGLÉS! / KOISENU FUTARI WITH SUBS IN SPANISH AND ENGLISH 🦀

ESP: Holaaaaa! Es febrero, lo que significa que lamentablemente hasta el 14 de este mes seremos bombardeadxs por el horrible capitalismo con el “Día de los enamorados/San Valentín/Día del amor y la amistad”. Yey! Y obviamente como personas afuera de la norma en estos ámbitos, desde los países del norte se celebra la Semana de la Concientización del Espectro Arromántico! O el bien llamado Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week aka ASAW ✨ Es por eso que deseo compartir mi pequeño aporte al subir en una carpeta de Google Drive los subtítulos en español de la increíble, fantástica y hermosa serie japonesa Koisenu Futari! Esta mini serie tiene un espacio muy especial en mi corazón y cuando terminé de verla, solo quería compartirla con todo el mundo porque realmente creo que todxs deberían verla por lo menos una vez en su vida!! Sin embargo, algo que sucedía en el camino era que muchs amix se tropezaban con la barrera del inglés. Es por eso que me he tomado la tarea de traducir los subtítulos ya existentes gracias al increíble trabajo hecho por Kaizen Subs el año pasado. Si bien para la fecha (5/Feb) aún no los he terminado por falta de tiempo, espero tomar esta publicación como inspiración e ir subiendo aunque sea un archivo por semana.

Este es el link de la carpeta en Google Drive donde están ordenados los capítulos completos, los subtítulos en inglés creados por Kaizen Subs y los subtítulos en español que iré subiendo: ABRIR AQUÍ.

Por otro lado, quisiera agregar que he hecho mi mejor esfuerzo en algunas frases o traducciones. El inglés no es mi primera lengua evidentemente y he tomado esta iniciativa de puro cariño por la serie y mis amix, a pesar de no tener experiencia en el ámbito. Creo en el gran poder de Koisenu Futari para acompañar a las personas que estamos dentro de los espectros arromántico y asexual, como también toda persona que rompa con las normativas sociales y quieran aprender que otras formas de existir son posibles y están bien. ¡La representación/visibilidad siempre será importante!

Eso es todo por el momento, gracias por leer y que disfruten la serie! 🌈

ENG: Helloooooo! It’s February, which means that unfortunately until the 14th of this month, we will be filled by the hideous capitalism with the “Valentine’s Day” celebration. Yey! And obviously as people outside the norm in these areas, from the northern countries is celebrated the Awareness Week of the Aromantic Spectrum aka ASAW ✨ That’s why I want to share my little contribution by uploading to a Google Drive folder the Spanish subtitles of the incredible, fantastic and beautiful Japanese series Koisenu Futari! This limited series has a very special place in my heart and when I finished it I just wanted to share it with the whole world because I really think everyone should watch it at least once in their life!! However something that happened along the way was that many friends ran into the English barrier. That's why I've taken the trouble to translate the already existing subtitles thanks to the incredible work done by Kaizen Subs last year. Although to date (Feb/5) I have not finished them yet due to lack of time, I hope to take this post as inspiration and upload at least one file per week.

This is the link of the folder in Google Drive where the complete chapters are arranged, the English subtitles created by Kaizen Subs and the Spanish subtitles that I will upload: CLICK HERE.

On the other hand, I would like to add that I have done my best in some sentences or translations. English is obviously not my first language and I have taken this initiative out of pure affection for the series and my friends; despite having no experience in the field. I believe in the great power of Koisenu Futari to accompany people who are within the aromantic and asexual spectrum, as well as anyone who breaks with social norms and wants to learn that other ways of existing are possible and okay. Representation will always matter!

That's all for now, thanks for reading and enjoy the series! 🌈

#koisenu futari #takahashi satoru #kodama sakuko #arromantico #asexual #arromanticismo #asexualidad #aroace #arromantico asexual #aromantic #ASAW #aromantic spectrum awareness week #ASAW 2023 #traducción español #my aroace journey #Spanish subs #English subs #Kaizen subs #español #j drama #aro spec #ace spec #Valentine’s day #San Valentín #queer #lgbtqia #arromantique #aspec

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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Rating: T - mentions of death and violence

WARNINGS!: Cannon typical violence, foul language, mentions of injuries, death, drugs, drinking, stress, angst, anxiety.

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas!!!! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

PS- Lotta pics in this one cause I needed references and I like 'em.

Picture Credit: Lucas Film and Pinterest

Words: +4K

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“Merciful Force please hear me,” As you ran through the Senate building your mind was racing, “Let her be alright please.”

Rounding the corner to the Naboo platform docking station you could clearly see that Senator Amidala was indeed upright, however you could also sense the pain she was in. Finding the Captain whom had called waiting to the side, you signaled him to join you in the vom.

“Thank you for coming, she refused to go to the hospital.” Captain Typho worriedly looked out to his charge. The Senator was one of the bravest people he had ever met, but she should be taking better care of herself. “You'd think the others would listen since she was almost killed.”

“My dear Captain if there is one thing I have learned it's that fear causes one of three responses: fight, flight, or freeze. You're just fortunate enough to have a fighter.” Gathering information while waiting you couldn't help again shaking your head at this mess. Planets, hell whole systems breaking off from the Republic and declaring independence. You never thought to see a dark day like this and as a keen student of history well knew the precipice upon which the Senate found itself. As the session came to an end Captain Typho ushered all of you to the Naboo offices.

As soon as the doors closed you pulled your friend in for a hug, “Next time we'll just go for a cup of Kaf and skip the whole first aid pretense.”

“I find healers come more quickly if they think you're dying.” Padme squeezed you back, hating that she had scared you. “Hows the hospital running? Have they built everything to your liking over at the training center?”

“Later, right now I need to check you over.”

Pulling out a scanner you found no breaks, fractures, nor internal bleeding much to your relief. However the younger woman did have several flesh wounds where shrapnel had tore through her flight suit. You healed her better than new then made her sit and eat, finally answering the questions of earlier. After the mission on Norte the RRC had petitioned for funds to improve the training building and equipment, Padme had not only signed but presented the petition to the Senate budge committee.

It hadn't taken long for the two of you to become close, you often wondered how many years of friendship had been absent because you hadn't stayed in touch. Though she never asked outright you would keep Padme appraised of what was going on at the Temple, especially Anakin. You hadn't told Anakin any of this though knowing he still harbored a deep affection, it was wiser not too. Although you did notice that when your apprentice's name was dropped your friend's face gave a glimmer of a smile or a blush.

Having no other pressing business, you decided to stick around and make certain Padme returned to her apartment safely. You took a flanking position as she headed for the Chancellors office for one last meeting. It was impossible to not overhear the discussion as you all entered the anteroom, several of the Jedi Council members were present along with Chancellor Palpatine.

“-we are keepers of the peace, not soldiers.”

You couldn't hear the Chancellors next statement, but Master Yoda's response was clear enough, “Worse than war I fear...Much worse.”

Padme gave you a questioning look, you held up a hand to see if there was more to hear.

“Impossible to see...the dark side clouds everything. But this I am certain of,” Yoda paused and clacked his cane for emphasis, “Do their duty, the Jedi will.”

As the door opened Master Yoda walked over to greet Padme as the committee entered. The old Master known for his steady and calm demeanor exuded concern. Padme was insistent that Count Dooku, the new Separatist leader and a former Jedi, was behind the attempt. Your own Master didn't want to believe the line of thought, insisting that the threat seemed to originate elsewhere. Master Mundi and the Chancellor pointed out that the Count was politically idealistic and had always sought diplomatic resolutions in past.

Still your friend persisted. “I don't know, but everything in my being tells me he was behind it...”

The Chancellor looked about the room and settled on you with a half grin, “Master Jedi, may I suggest that the Senator be placed under the protection of your graces.”

Seeing the look of annoyance on Padme's face caused you to hastily hide a grin. Oh if there was one thing the woman hated it was to be considered weak. Starting to protest the Chancellor cut Padme off, sympathetically but quite succinctly. Though you were never quite comfortable in his presence it was fascinating to see Chancellor Palpatine at work. He was both charming and direct while also holding his emotions closed so as to never give his opposition the upper hand.

“I realize all too well that additional security might be disruptive for you, but perhaps someone you are familiar with. Old friends like... Master Kenobi and Master L/n?” The senior statesman looked pleadingly at you then back to Padme, in a way seeming older and more tired. Taking her hands in his own, the Chancellor gave them a protective squeeze. “Do it for me, M'Lady, please. I will rest easier. We had a big scare today.”

Padme pursed her lips guiltily, “I'm sorry Chancellor. Sometimes my passions outweigh my judgment.”

The Chancellor raised her hands giving them a paternal pat, “Would that all our representatives were so dedicated. But you must consider the risks to yourself, and so I must insist on this. The thought of losing you is unbearable to me.”

Master Windu looked to where you stood at the back of the room. As the other Jedi left he beckoned you over. “I was unaware that you and the Senator were friends?”

“A few years now, she's not going to take us hanging around very well.” Finally able to let out a chuckle. Seeing the unamused look on your Master's face, you continued along the hallway passing on what Captain Typho had reported. Master Windu was not fond of politicians, but this seemed beyond his usual discomfort. “Are you more upset that she has accused a former college or because you have to tolerate the Chancellors presence?”

He raised an eyebrow at the question, “Am I so transparent?”

Chuckling a bit you glanced up, “Only because I know you Master. Can't say as I blame you either, that man is … off putting at times.”

“I do not like that a former member of our ranks has been accused. Dooku and I may have had our disagreements, but the thought that he could have fallen so far.” Reaching the speeder lot he paused before climbing in the transport. “You knew Master Dooku from your time as an apprentice. What is your perspective?”

“You may not like the answer.”

“Truth is often distasteful,” Mace watched you grimace, “But a necessity.”

Leaning a hip on the side of the speeder, you pursed your lips contemplatively. “It is not out of the realms of possibility that Master Dooku could have done this. From the few interactions I had my impression was that he could be cold and calculating. Of course my experiences were limited and mostly involved saber sparing.”

Mace chuffed, “As I recall you were not fond of those tutorials.”

“He was still a great teacher,” you started to pick at the hem of your sleeve, the nervous tick had never left you. “Naboo is a pivotal planet in the Senate that could work to the favor of either side. With Senator Amidala out of the way the Count could easily sway her replacement. This could become more than just a protective assignment.”

“If it comes to that then the Council has full confidence of your abilities. However if that is the case do you feel that your Padawan is capable of protecting the Senator?” Mace watched as you chuckled in your throat, nodding in the affirmative. He well remembered the fondness the boy held for the Senator, but he hoped that both your studious and dutiful natures had worn off on the boy. “Then I can only hope that he will not become easily distracted while you and Kenobi solve this little dilemma. The sooner the better.”

“Of course Master, I wouldn't want you to languish in political turmoil for long.” You laughed seeing him glare at you. “Swear on my oath as a healer, we'll get it done.”

“May the Force be with you Y/n.” Mace pulled the speeder out of the lot catching your waive in the mirror.

You had seen Padme home and began checking the security on the building. Obi Wan and Anakin had arrived and from what you'd heard Ani-man had tripped right over his own feet or tongue as it were. Poor kid, you had trained him for many things but never how to deal with women. Obi Wan had been no help to him whatsoever, focusing more on the mission than their poor apprentice's love sick pride. Well you would have a talk later, give Anakin some much needed advice since Obi Boy was being a right prim dunce.

“Ah I see that I arrived just in time for the evening bicker. What is it this time boys?” Moving to Anakin you gave him a quick hug.

“It would appear that the Senator has convinced your apprentice to aid and abet her in laying a trap, using her as bait.” Obi Wan gave you a pleading look for help.

“Sorry Ani-man I have to side with Obi Wan on this, it's not a safe strategy.” You sighed looking up at your padawan. He was exhausted still and that didn't settle well with you. “Hey you get an A for effort though.”

“It was her idea... No harm will come to her. I can sense everything going on in that room. Trust me.”

Obi Wan heaved another annoyed sigh. “it's too risky and your senses aren't that attuned my young apprentice.”

“And yours are?” Anakin sassed back.

Obi Wan gazed haughtily back, “Possibily.”

“Why is it when he's in trouble Anakin is MY apprentice?” You gave Obi Boy a quiet look, walking over to the Kaf thermos on the table. “Play nice, both of you.”

“You look tired.” Obi Wan observed the boy.

Anakin shrugged, “I don't sleep well anymore.”

“Are you having bad dreams again?” You looked to your fellow Master, who you could tell was probing into the boy's signature.

Obi Wan tilted his head to the side, this was most curious. “Because of your mother?”

Anakin's shoulders hunched, guilt and exhaustion tugging at him. “I don't know why I keep dreaming about her now. I haven't seen her since I was very little.”

“Why didn't you say anything?” Walking over to the young man you wrapped him in a tight hug.

“Didn't want to worry you.” Anakin felt the guilt building within him worse than before. He stepped away fiddling with his hands anxiously. “I'm an adult, I can deal with it.”

“But I could give you something to help you sleep, bring you to the mind healers.” Giving him a raised brow you tugged his braid, “I'm your Master and the Temple crazy lady... It's my job to worry after you. More importantly you're my Ani-man and I care about you.”

“Dreams pass in time Anakin.” Obi Wan came to stand beside the two of you. He often reflected that you were peas in a pod, though Anakin would often dispute that. Both of you were passionate about the ones they cared most for, perhaps he wasn't so different too. “Sometimes pleasant, sometimes not so, but all pass in time.”

“What if they are more than dreams?”

“How so?” you looked at him.

Anakin clenched and un clenched his hands, furrowing his brow. “What if … the Force is trying to tell me something? What if she really is in danger?”

“Most Masters take years to understand such dreams,” Obi Wan contemplated this. It was a unlikely, but not altogether out of the realms of possibility. Anakin had ever been the most exceptional of students, at times challenging both of your own skills and knowledge. More over the thought itself was... frightening. The boy was talented but undisciplined, a volatile mixture when combined with teenage hormones. Even if he was having visions there was no way for them to know if they were true or not.

“Would it put your mind at ease if after this mission one of us tried to contact her?” You offered.

Obi Wan balked at that, “Y/n that's against the rules of the Order, you know this!”

“Technically speaking it's against the rules if Anakin contacts his mother.” You shrugged, refilling your now empty cup. “Nothing says WE can't. Besides this way we put the whole thing to rest, right!”

“You would do that? After we find the people trying to hurt Padme?” Anakin perked up.

Watching Obi Boy's eye twitch at this, you tried a different approach. “Oh come on what could it hurt?”

“Are you asking my permission or simply trying to include me as an accomplice?”

Smirking you scrunched your nose, “Maaaaaybe a little of both.”

Looking at Anakin he sighed, “Very well if it will ease your mind, but not till after the mission.”

“Hopefully you can get some better sleep tonight.” You winked at your Obi Boy mouthing a thank you.

Anakin finally took a seat, the tension in his body easing some. Though his next statement was muttered it was heard well enough. “I'd rather dream of Padme. Just being around her again is intoxicating.”

You promptly snorted Kaf up your nose whilst Obi Wan went onto the offensive.

“Mind your thoughts Anakin, they betray you.” His tone was warning, what followed may or may not have been aimed at all of you. “You've made a commitment to the Jedi Order, one not easily broken. Don't forget she's a politician, they can't be trusted.”

“Personal bias much?”

“This is not about that or us.”

“Okie...”

“Not another lecture master, please.” Anakin rolled his eyes. Really it was like the pot calling the kettle black, Obi Wan telling him whom he could or could not... feel for. “She's not like the others, she's different.”

“Here here!”

“Not helping, you know how he can be.”

“It's been my experience that politicians only focused on whomever supplies their campaigns... Forgetting the niceties of democracy to avail themselves of those funds” Obi Wan rolled his eyes in annoyance at the bureaucracy of the Republic. “And the Chancellor is very clever to follow the passions and prejudices of his senators.”

“Must you egg him on, really?” you glowered at Obi Boy, rolling your eyes.

“I think that the Chancellor is a good man,” Anakin puffed his chest defensively. “My instincts...”

All three of you suddenly felt a jolt in the Force, moving towards the bedroom. “Obi...”

“I sense it too.”

Bursting through the door you found a terrifying sight. Two small poisonous centipedes were poised to strike the sleeping woman on the bed, deadly tongues flickering over their prey. Anakin leapt between Padme and the bugs, slicing them in half with ease. You had grabbed at Padme and pulled her far from the bed and danger. There was a crash from the window, both you and Anakin watched as Obi Wan flew off grasping onto droid that had delivered the bugs. And he called the kid impulsive?

“Karking hells!” Gritting out a curse you stumbled heading to the turbolift.

“Wait here!” Anakin told Padme, scampering at your heals.

Precious minutes passed as you and Anakin tried to track down Obi Wan. Soon enough Anakin, and force help you how he always knew, found the missing man. Having lost his grip Obi Boy was in free fall through the layered air traffic.

“SHIT! DIVE DIVE DIVE!!!!”

Not that you had to say it, the boy was already swooping down and quickly caught the falling man. As Anakin releveled and began pursuit of the fleeing assassin Obi Wan settled onto your lap. “Really Obi Boy in front of our padawan?”

“Not now.”

“Glad you're safe.”

Obi Wan glared at the two, “What took you so long?”

Anakin smiled, “Oh you know Master, first I couldn't find a speeder I liked with an open top... the right engine specs... and I had to find a color that Master Y/n would like.”

Obi Wan sighed as you squeezed his waist. “If you spent as much time honing your saber skills as you do your witt you might rival Master Yoda as a swordsman.”

“I thought I already did?” Anakin grinned as Obi Wan rolled his eyes.

“Only in your mind, my very young apprentice.”

“Can we save this for later, we got an asshole to catch!” You hollered from behind Obi Wan's back.

Maker save all of you from Anakin's driving. Between the speeder chase, crash, and further foot pursuit into a bar, this was turning into quite the assignment. Actually what it was turning into was quite the migraine from all of the paperwork you were inevitably going to have to do. You could hear Master Windu yelling at you now.

Obi Wan was mid lecture about Anakin loosing his saber, again, when you finally rolled your eyes parting the two and walked into the bar. You heard the huff from Anakin at you departure, “Where is she going?”

Obi Wan shook his head and followed your cue, “To get a drink.”

Anakin stalked the perimeter of the bar, listening and tuning into the Force as it flowed around him. He could feel the spikes of excitement from the gamblers in the corner over their winnings. The way that the people dancing and laughing sent little ripples that matched the beat of the music. Then there were the lustful couples hiding in the corners, those spikes in the current around him never helped his already turbulent mind. Though over the years he had learned how to tune out and filter the signatures around him, Anakin still felt at times that he was caught in the undertow of the greater Force itself.

Truthfully he understood that his weariness came out as petulance and he hated how it made him look in the eyes of his Masters and the other Jedi. Anakin felt too old to be around those his age and too young to be around the knights, so who was he to talk too? Glitch was working full time and there were some things that he just couldn't ask you.

Not that either of you were less than supportive, Anakin just felt that he was failing the Councils expectations and by default made the two of you look bad. To add another burden onto your shoulders was unconscionable in his eyes, he was the chosen one he would figure it out. Now if he could only find where this killer was hiding.

“You really should talk to him. Of all people you understand what it's like at that age and feeling things...”

Obi Wan threw back his drink wincing, “And of all people you should understand the risk of reopening old wounds. It's an infatuation and will pass with time.”

You gave him a noncommittal shrug, knowing that there were feelings between the two young people, even if they did not know it yet. Truthfully over the years you had come to a firm conclusion regarding your Padawan. Anakin, like you, was not a cut to mold Jedi and much like yourself was not meant to stay in the gilded cage of the Temple. And while he was gifted and kind he was also overly pressured and impatient.

Maybe he would be better assigned off world where he could stretch a little. On the other hand if you were to suggest such a thing the young man might construe the good intention for banishment, such was his anxiety. Overhearing Obi Wan life coach a dealer into rethinking his life was a good laugh and a much needed break from your thoughts. Giving him a smirk you couldn't help to comment, “So you'll advise him, but not the kid?”

“Alright I will talk to him, would that please you wee pain.” He sighed.

“Very much, thank you.”

Zam Wessel had been in the Bounty Hunters Guild long enough to know Fett's reputation. If she didn't take care of the Jedi complication then the law would be the least of her troubles. Moving as nexu upon her prey she slid closer in range to the two robed figures at the bar. She wanted to be closer, no chance of missing... Like fish in a barrel.

Anakin quickened his step feeling a dark pull within the Force. Danger was here...

Zam smirked pulling her blaster from its holster, holding the weapon lightly. Just a bit closer...

Anakin turned his head searching the room. He could feel the assassin, their blood lust and over confidence.

“Shouldn't have interfered today Jedi,” Zam muttered as she prepared to fire.

Quicker than lightning Obi Wan turned, slicing through the killer's arm. You dropped and removed any remaining weapons and quickly placed a bandage. The being before you may be an assassin but that didn't warrant an immediate death, you still needed information. Anakin ran crowd interference while you and Obi Wan carried her out of the bar. Once outside you lay the wounded being on the ground.

“Do you know who it was you were trying to kill?”

Zam looked at the male knight with disdain, spitting out their answer. “The Senator from Naboo.”

“We should get her to a hospital,” you murmured.

“Won't matter.” She bit back.

Obi Wan pressed further, “Who hired you.”

Anakin was trying to remain calm, but he could still feel something lurking within the Force. “Tell us, we can help you.”

“It was just a job.”

“Was it worth your arm?” Quirking a brow at the being you were already listing the procedures in your head. Call the trauma surgeon, alert the lab, burn team....

“Doesn't matter, the Senator will be dead soon anyway.” Zam winced in pain, “The next one won't make the same mistake...”

“Dank Ferrik!” On the rooftop above, watching the scene stood an enraged hunter. It had been a simple assignment and still this laandur karked it straight to hell. Fett gritted his teeth, “Time to clean up the mess.”

“Who hired you, tell us...” Anakin could feel the dark danger in the Force gathering closer, ready to strike. This hunter had tried to kill an innocent woman, a peaceful beautiful woman who would never harm another soul. His patience was at an end, temper snapping the more he thought of Padme even being hurt much less killed. Anakin wanted an answer, “TELL US NOW!”

“Anakin!” Glowering at your Padawan you studied him. Brow knit and shoulders set in tension he looked like a scared tooka striking at whatever came near. Looking at the injured being you put on your best business face, “I don't think you want to upset him further, could be a long wait for an ambulance...”

“It was a Bounty Hunter ca..” Zam's words ended as a dart pierced her neck.

Obi Wan and Anakin glanced to the area above, sighting a dark figure flying from one of the rooftops. Obi Wan's attention was brought back down to you holding the convulsing figure. “Wee one?”

No no no no! You tried to heal them... tried to isolate the poison in the dart, but it was too quick. The changelings head shook convulsing from whatever the toxin was, then at last their entire body went stiff. Carefully reaching for the dart you studied it before passing it to Obi Boy. Sighing heavily you looked at the two men, “I'll call it in.”

“Toxic dart...” Obi Wan pursed his lips looking back at the roofs above. Whomever had hired this hunter wasn't taking any chances. He watched as Anakin dipped his head in defeat. “Come we still have a Senator to protect.”

The men went back to the suites and continued their watch, you on the other hand were now at the coroners office, elbow deep in the changeling's chest. The cause of death was assuredly from the dart, a neurotoxic substance that locked the cellular cross bridging gates. Quite simply their muscles seized and never relaxed again. It was hard to identify from blood work alone, the damage to the organs was what confirmed the diagnosis. Looking at your colleague you saw that he was of a similar mind. “Sarinysium...”

“Kriff I thought they outlawed that shit?” Arlo looked at you with worry in his eye. “You should get checked for exposure since you handled the body and dart.”

“I was vaccinated against it, most Jedi are.” Snapping your gloves off you headed for the decontamination area none the less for a shower and change. You called you Master even though it was four in the morning. your leg bounced under your desk, fingers trying to rub away the migraine developing. Hearing his grumbling voice on the comm normally was a comfort when you were adrift in your own thoughts, but not today.

“Y/n, unless somebody has died you should know better than to call at this hour.” There was no real mallace in his voice. Rolling over Mace turned on the light then paused as he realized that you hadn't said anything yet.

“Y/n?”

“We have a problem...”

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