#strictly scandalous top gun
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Kitchen Quickie with Bob that gets interrupt by the squad/while the squad is at the house (Bob is a dirty dirty boy who can't keep his hands to himself)
#strictly scandalous
Brain go brrrr.
Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.
It’s Saturday afternoon and you and Bob are hosting the weekly dagger dinner. Every Monday morning before pre-flight checks, the daggers would all throw their names into Fanboys gross ass hat and draw a name out. Whoever’s name was drawn? Hosted Saturday night dagger dinner.
“Dinner’s pretty much ready Bubba.” Bob was on the back deck, neatly placing the cutlery you’d sent him out with alongside the placemats that littered the outdoor dining set you’d both dropped a pretty penny on a few years back. “Wanna come in for a taste test?”
“Coming darlin.” It's a simple reply, but one that makes your heart swoon for your Fiancé. Bob finished what he’s doing before he’s sauntering inside, chasing the captivating smell of tomato and basil lamb shakes that could honestly kill. They smelt so good. “Baby, It smells amazing in here.” Bob rounds the corner into the kitchen to find you slicing up some homemade bread. You’d gone all out for this danger dinner and he was so thankful for everything you had done.
“Hmm—“ You're leaning over the slow cooker, frowning as you stir the contents. “I just hope to potatoes are cooked enough otherwise I’m never gonna here the end of it from Hang—“ Before you can finish saying how Jake would never let you forget it if the potatoes weren’t soft enough, Bob is twirling you around in his grasp, so stunned at his suddenness you drop the ladle, it makes a mess when the red sauce covered utensil hits the gray tiles of your kitchen floor. “Robert Floyd!” You giggle as his lips make contact with the juncture of your neck, hands roaming the small of your waist as he lifts you up onto the countertop, pushing the chopping board aside. “What has gotten into you?”
“Thought I might be able to start with dessert first?” Bob mumbles, he’s hungry for something only you can give him. “You’ve put so much effort into this dinner, makes me horny as shit just thinking about how you would have been roaming the isles at the grocery store looking for everything you needed.”
“Oh woah—“ You chuckle, leaning back to catch a glimpse at the flushed hume creeping over Bob's cheeks. “Talk dirty to me more, Lieutenant.” You worked in the base cafe, serving up stellar coffees to all ranking men and women. It was where you’d met and subsequently fallen in with Robert Floyd when he’d returned to TopGun for a second time. A few years on and the two of you were inseparable, planning a wedding, ready to take on the world together.
“Love when you get all domestic and cook up a feast.” Bob was feral, really. But in a different way to lost men you’d dated in the past. He was a respectable feral. Always found something so sincere and genuine to love you for.
“Does it turn you on to know I’ve already ironed your flight suit and hung it up in the cupboard for Monday morning?” Bobs groaning into your mouth as his hands work to unzip his jeans. Pulling them down just below his ass in a feverish haste.
“I’m in love with you, you know that right?” Bob's hands go from his jeans to the hem of your sundress, pulling it up as his lips never leave yours, pushing your panties to the side as his digits slip past your folds. “So wet.”
“What can I say, I’ve got a thing for military men.” That was a very true statement. “Fuggh—“ Coaxing his fingertips against your velvet walls, Bob revels in the slight squelching sound that echoes through the kitchen, standing between your parted knees as his fingers disappear inside you. Buried to the hilt. “Bob—baby—“
“There’s no fucking way.” Rooster is stopping at the front door, he’s got a clear view straight into the kitchen via the window right next to the front door. The blinds are open, the window is cracked and your whimpers can be heard from afar.
Bradley’s holding his arm out in front of Phoenix, stopping her in her tracks as her chest collides with his forearm. “Nope—“
“Bradshaw—?”
“Shut up, listen.” Although Phoenix could have very well slammed her elbow into the sternum of Bradley Bradshaw at his sudden demeanour change, she was caught off guard by the sound of supple whimpers and deep airy groans coming from inside the Floyd household.
“Oh my god go, go.” Phoenix is as wide eyed and bushy tailed as ever as her and Bradley race back down the three stairs and book it back to the Bronco. Scared they’ll never get the sounds out of their heads and know they don’t need an x-rated image of you and Bob to go along with it.
“Bob honey, need you now.” It’s needy and it’s hard to keep your head level as Bob pulls his fingers from your cunt, sucking your nectar from the lengthy digits before he’s guiding himself inside you. Moaning as he does.
“Ahhhh god—so tight all for me angel.” Bob hissed as he slowly lifted your legs to hook over his arms, angling you just right so that you could take every inch he was willing to give. “Be a good girl and keep those pretty eyes on me baby, wanna watch you unravel.”
You do as you're told as Bob starts a slow pace, building up the pressure before he’s setting a rhythm so fierce it has the slow cooker dancing beside you. Threatening to jump off the edge of the counter.
“Aarruugghh—Bob! Fuck!”
“So good for me darlin Ohh—keep those pretty moans coming.” It’s thrilling, it’s damn near pornographic the way Bob is talking to you, the way he’s handling you, the way he’s working you towards your high.
“Ahhh! Fuck keep going! Keep fucking me baby just like that—“ Its a short lived moment though, because unlike Rooster and Phoenix who had retreated back to the Bronco of shelter, Mickey Garcia and Javy Machado were not so smart, walking right in and into their worst nightmare.
“Oh god!” Javy is turning around in an instant, while Mickey closes his eyes tight, too afraid to move. He’s convinced himself that if he doesn’t move Bob won’t see him. “Bob! You knew we were coming right!?”
“Bobs got you up in his arms and ducking behind the counter the second he hears his colleagues voices, still stuffed inside you as he covers your mouth and watches your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. A part of you is very turned on by his protectiveness.
“We got carried away!” He shouted back. Still watching you cum on his cock. “Give me like, two minutes!”
“Fucking hell Floyd—“ Fanyboy sighs as he blindly feels around for the front door. “Never again.”
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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd
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Bradley Rooster Bradshaw Fanfic: 2
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@ohtobeleah has an incredibly unique little world she has created with an NCIS/FBI crossover. I am super obsessed with the characters and her readers. Her masterlist is full of little treasure troves that will definitely keep you well fed.
A Little Q & A:
1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made? Oh it’s easily the Chaos-Verse Series that’s been such a whirlwind. That’s probably a cheat answer because that include the Chaos series, To Have & To Hold, and than Puzzle Pieces. If I did have to pick ONE thing, like a single thing with a gun to my head it would be The Nosebleed Section. Love that little two part mini.
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3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for? I've decided to take a two-week break from my regular updating schedule. But what I do have coming up on Valentine's Day weekend is a Strictly Scandalous update. which is just all smutty concepts sent in by you guys and written by me! which will be super fun, so come hang out.
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I Could Be Your Love, But You Treat Me Like A Scandal
Chapter Five is now up!
read it on ao3!
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“Alright, let’s do this. Dum-E, U, I need rows of chairs on this side of the room, and a podium on this side.” Tony sprang into action, clapping his hands and getting his robots to work.
“And I need a squirt gun,” Peter added.
“And Peter needs a-” Tony turned to look at him, raising one eyebrow. “A what?”
“I said I wasn’t going to coddle you. This is the Parker method. Take it or leave it,” Peter said with a shrug, smiling when Tony ordered the robots to find him a squirt gun. The two of them helped clear and prepare the lab, pushing tables to the side and making way for the robots to add the chairs and the podium.
“Alright, might as well make ourselves comfortable,” Tony said, taking off his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. Peter hurriedly looked away, swallowing hard. He found himself imagining following that expanse of tan skin lower, where it disappeared under the shirt, maybe even untucking that shirt from those slacks and sneaking a hand under--
Woah.
What the fuck, Parker?
Peter hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt, coughing awkwardly and turning around, pretending to straighten out one of the chairs as Tony made his way to the podium.
“Alright, let’s start,” Tony said, placing his hands comfortably on either side of the podium and lifting his chin slightly. He looked a little too stiff, too rehearsed and perfect.
“Yeah, no. Not until we fix...this.” On the last word, Peter gestured to Tony’s entire body, shaking his head.
“What’s wrong with this? I’m in control of the room, I’m projecting confidence,” Tony protested, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“Maybe so, but you seem stiff. Inauthentic.” Peter walked up to Tony, gesturing to his shoulders. “You’re holding tension here, it screams at me that you’re just repeating something you’ve rehearsed. You’re not being real.” Peter placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder, pushing them down slightly. “Yes, you want to be in control. But you don’t want to be controlling and too authoritarian. It’ll put us on edge, and the tone won’t be as friendly as it could be if you were just more relaxed.” Their eyes met, and Tony’s gaze flickered to Peter’s lips. For a split second, Tony leaned in and Peter jerked back, almost falling over his own feet as he rapidly backed up.
“Uh, okay. So-so let’s see your stance,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Had it always been so hot in here?
Tony stood at the podium, gripping the sides with relaxed arms and a much more open posture. His shoulders were lower, body language softer.
“Great. Looks good,” Peter said, biting his lip for a split second. “Alright. Just...remember that. Control, but not controlling. You want to look open to questioning, not like you’re expecting someone to shoot you.” Tony chuckled, and Peter cracked a smile. “Voters will like this better too, you look more trustworthy. If you’re tense, that reads as nervous, and they might think you have something to hide.”
“Good to know. See, you’re helping this campaign already,” Tony said with a bright smile, and Peter pointed at him.
“I’m helping you, Tony. Not your campaign. I’m a journalist, not one of your advisors or something. This is strictly...personal.” Not strictly professional - what was professional about this?
Literally nothing.
“Correction noted,” Tony said, mimicking writing something down on a piece of paper. Peter made himself comfortable in one of the middle chairs, the squirt gun sitting beside him.
“Alright, let’s start with an easy question so we can see how you respond to a question non-verbally.”
“Isn’t the point of answering a question to respond verbally?” Tony snarked with a little smile. Peter rolled his eyes.
“When you’re answering a question, what you don’t say is just as important as what you do say. Are you making eye contact, or are you looking elsewhere? Do you tense up again, or does it not faze you?”
Tony nodded. “Right. I know that from watching the videos of other politicians. I was just kidding around.”
“So you are rehearsed,” Peter pointed out, grinning a little bit when he realized his intuition had been spot-on yet again. He was a little embarrassed about not recognizing the joke - Tony Stark was smarter than that. He wouldn’t have been oblivious to nonverbal cues and what people infer from them.
“I did my due diligence and researched thoroughly,” Tony said, slightly evading the accusation but providing an answer. Peter’s eyes widened and he sprang up and out of his chair, pointing at the man. Tony’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
“That! That’s what you need to do. That was a great answer!” Peter said excitedly before blushing and reining in his excitement. There was no need to act that way - he could be calmer when expressing his happiness over Tony making the right call.
“Really?” Tony asked, cocking an eyebrow. “I didn’t really answer the question.”
“Welcome to being a politician, Tony.” Peter put his hands up in the universal gesture for what are you gonna do? “It was good. Diplomatic, but you brushed off the accusation and didn’t give me ammunition by responding to it directly. You also didn’t get emotional.”
“Or flirt with you.” Tony shot Peter a wink, and the younger man flushed a deep pink, glancing away at the wall and putting his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah. Or that,” he said with a forced little laugh, trying to forget the confident advance the man had made not a week prior. “But that proves you do have the right instincts. We just have to make sure you can do that when it’s not an easy question.”
“Gimme a good one, then. Come on, I can take it,” Tony lifted his hands from the podium and crooked his fingers, gesturing for Peter to come towards him. The journalist sat back down in his chair, glancing down at his notebook and looking back up at the man.
“Mr. Stark, why is this important to you?” He asked, electing to give Tony an easier question so he could observe those non-verbal cues like he’d said he was going to.
“Could you elaborate? What do you mean by ‘this’?” Tony asked, lowering his hands to the podium again and cocking his head to the side slightly. The motion made him look curious but not idiotic, like he was seeking clarification and didn’t just totally misunderstand the question. Peter scribbled down some notes. He’d give them to Tony later - if he kept interrupting him, they’d never get through this.
“Politics. Government. The Senate. Any of those things, or all of them. Why are they important to you?” Peter rephrased.
“Thank you for the clarification, and for the question. I’m happy to have the opportunity to discuss just how important our democracy is to me.” Peter scribbled down some notes as Tony made direct eye contact, giving a respectful nod before turning to address the rest of the imaginary press pool.
Good job directly addressing reporter - make them feel seen/heard = more likely to view you favorably.
“There is nothing more important in this country than our democracy,” Tony began, and Peter made note of how nothing in his body language shifted. A solid start, but he wondered if that would hold up on deeper questioning. “Our government has become riddled with partisan squabbles, fighting within parties, and citizens are tired of constant legislative gridlock. I think as an independent, as an outside to politics, I could bring an important voice and opportunity to move our country away from polarized affairs and something that closer resembles the democracy we all hold so dearly. We all love this country, clearly. If we didn’t, I wouldn’t be running for office, and even if I was, you all wouldn’t give a damn.”
Peter chuckled, nodding in approval and hastily writing a note about good usage of humor.
“Our democracy and government is important to me because I know what it can do if it’s properly functioning, and right now, it’s not. I’m an engineer - fixing things is what I do. I’m confident I can help fix this country.”
Peter nodded, raising his pen to his lips and taking a moment to gather his thoughts as Tony turned to him.
“Overall, that was great. The nonverbal cues were fine, nothing to comment on there because nothing changed. The humor was good, but you need to be careful not to overdo it with that. You walk that line well, though.” Peter hummed as Tony nodded, writing down some notes of his own. “I like that line about being an engineer, but I wouldn’t say you want to fix the country. That implies it’s broken.”
“Isn’t it?” Tony asked. Peter shrugged.
“I mean, the argument could be made that it is. But I would change the wording. Say you can fix the partisan divide. The in-fighting. Something tangible that voters see and want to be fixed. I just wouldn’t declare your love for the country and then promptly say it’s broken.” Peter shrugged and Tony considered it for a moment.
“What if I argued that it was? I could go on further with that, explain what I meant.”
“You could. I think that was a good place to end your answer though, and even if you do, your words might be twisted until it looks like you said democracy was dead already. I’d tread carefully with that. You know your thoughts better than I do.” Peter looked back down at his notebook.
“Alright, let’s keep going. I’m taking notes, I promise. I’m not wasting your time.” Tony pointed down at his paper and Peter felt something warm fill his chest at the acknowledgement that his time and expertise was important to the billionaire. That he wasn’t wasting his time by doing this.
“I’ll give you my notes, too. But thanks.” Peter cleared his throat. “Mr. Stark, what would you say to constituents who are concerned about someone with direct ties to one of the world’s largest weapons manufacturers sitting in our nation’s government?” Tony’s mouth dropped open and he leaned forward, bracing his arms on the podium.
“You already asked that question!” He protested.
“You never answered it,” Peter shot back. “You wanted my help, I’m helping. Answer the question.”
Tony groaned, leaning his head back and yelping when a shot of water hit him in the throat, looking back at the journalist. “What the hell, Parker?!”
Peter grinned and lowered the squirt gun, eyes twinkling mischievously. “You wanted my help,” he repeated.
“Yeah, I meant your advice! Not being shot with a squirt gun!” Tony exclaimed, wiping the water from his skin. Peter shrugged, unapologetic.
“Call it an incentive not to give a bad answer,” he said. “My friends and I used this method in college, practicing putting together good questions on the spot. If it was a crap question, or an easy one, you got blasted.”
“So you vouch for its usefulness,” Tony said skeptically, eyeing Peter critically and fighting back a smile.
“I do,” Peter agreed with a nod. “My friend MJ said it even worked on the most hopeless of cases, and, well…”
“Wow,” Tony said, dragging the word out and looking unimpressed. “I’m a hopeless case?”
“You said it, not me. Now answer the question,” Peter said, lifting the squirt gun again and preparing to fire.
“Okay! Okay!” Tony held his hands up in mock surrender. He opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated. “Is this payback for me publicly flirting with you?” Another shot of water to the face left Tony spluttering, wiping the water away. “Okay.”
Peter bit back a laugh and waited for the man to speak.
“Thank you for giving me a chance to address those concerns. I want voters to be completely confident in their decision when they go to the ballot box, and they need to know the answer to this.” Tony took a deep breath, looking down at his notes as though they would help him. He took a moment, and Peter didn’t comment on it. Better to take a minute now than spend hours correcting a fumbled answer later.
“I would say to those constituents: your concerns are valid. That is a very legitimate issue and potential conflict of interest,” Tony said, looking up again and sweeping his gaze across the room. “What I would offer you in the way of reassurance is this: with my inventions, Stark Industries has been solely focused on keeping our troops safe. That is our absolute, number one priority. It’s above everything else, including our profits or stock or any of that. Bringing them home to their families, and doing our best to minimize any casualties by constantly working on the cutting-edge of military technology, is our most important mission. In Congress, my attitude would be the same. I’d be working to protect you and to make sure your lives are improved. While I can’t change where I’ve worked, I can offer that same experience as the proof that I’m a man of my word, and my work for New York won’t be affected by my work with Stark Industries.”
Peter stared at him, mouth open slightly.
Where had this savvy politician come from?
“That should have been your answer the first time,” he said, laughing weakly as Tony’s face broke out into a giant smile.
“Really? That was good?” He asked eagerly, and Peter nodded, getting up and crossing over to him.
“It was great. You addressed the issue head-on. You didn’t try to belittle the voters or tell them that wasn’t something worth worrying about. Never do that, by the way, unless you want to lose. You turned that experience, which I had framed negatively, as a way to prove your credibility and commitment. You sounded like a true politician.” Peter smiled at him. “If I’d known all it would take is some coaching, I would have suggested this after that first disaster of a press conference.”
Tony whooped, pumping a fist in the air and then grabbing Peter, dragging him in for a tight hug. “You’re incredible. A miracle worker.”
Peter broke away from the embrace after perhaps a second too long, rubbing the back of his neck again and blushing. The room seemed to get even warmer, and the younger man was sure he was going to start sweating.
“Well, let’s make sure it wasn’t a fluke. You had some time to think about that question.” Tony nodded in agreement, moving back to the podium. Peter shrugged off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves and sitting back down. He didn’t miss the way Tony’s eyes darkened a tad, how his gaze raked over Peter’s body appreciatively at this new development. As quickly as the look appeared, it disappeared, and the Senate hopeful smiled brightly at the journalist.
“Hit me with your best shot,” Tony said, jumping from side to side slightly in place like he was warming up for a run. Peter shook his head fondly, looking down at his notebook.
“Alright. Let’s talk about policy. What is your number one issue, and what would be your first steps to work on that policy if elected?”
It didn’t seem like an overly hard question, but Peter knew Tony had struggled with this earlier. It was worth making sure he could get through a solid answer that didn’t make him look like a bumbling buffoon.
“I always welcome the chance to talk about issues near and dear to my heart, so thanks so much for this question. My number one priority is increased funding for our research labs across the country, as I’ve talked about previously. American scientists are doing incredible work over a wide array of subjects, and they deserve our full financial support in their endeavors. I’d be elated to go to bat for them in Congress and get them the funding they deserve.”
Tony didn’t continue, looking right at Peter. It was as if he was daring him to challenge him on the answer.
Peter was never one to back down from a dare.
“That’s fantastic, Mr. Stark, but you didn’t answer the full question. What would be your first steps to work on that policy if elected?”
Tony took another moment, kicking his foot slightly. Peter immediately shot him with the water gun, and the billionaire looked at him incredulously.
“Don’t do that foot thing. You look like a child who got in trouble.” Tony nodded and took another breath before starting to speak.
“My first step would be to speak with my colleagues, get a group together and write a bill increasing funding for identified research labs. That would be the quickest way to address the issue directly. If that didn’t work, I’d likely work on getting it into a budget bill.”
“How would you identify those research labs?”
“I have a team working on that as we speak. I’ve given them a list of qualifiers that the researchers must meet, and-”
“So, you’re not picking these labs yourself?”
“I would bring the complete list to my colleagues and work with them to identify the best possible candidates. We want to start this program off with labs that will be successful - I don’t want taxpayers sinking their money into a lost cause.”
Peter broke out into a wide smile, nodding. “That was great, Tony. Really. I don’t get why you couldn’t do this before.”
“Maybe I could, and I just wanted an excuse for you to stay longer,” Tony shot back, stepping out from behind the podium and crossing the room to sit next to Peter. The journalist stared at him, breath hitching in his throat as they gazed at each other.
“You played me?” He asked, voice soft.
“No,” Tony said with a shake of his head. “I really did need the help. But I don’t think I was as hopeless as you make me out to be.” Slowly, he reached out and put his hand on top of Peter’s. “And I did want to get to know you better.”
Despite everything in his body screaming at him to do so, Peter didn’t pull away.
“You...are the first person in a while that I haven’t been able to charm. You don’t fall for my flirtations, your brain doesn’t turn to goo around me. That’s not even mentioning how incredibly smart you are. A Pulitzer at your age? It’s incredible.” Peter blushed and looked away, earning a soft sound from the man next to him. “Don’t do that. Don’t take those gorgeous eyes away from me.”
“I should go,” Peter whispered, looking back at Tony and resisting the urge to grab the man by the lapels of his blazer and drag him in for a kiss.
“Don’t,” Tony practically begged. “I’ve never met anyone like you. I know you’re a reporter and you have to stay impartial. You have to keep your integrity. But I can’t ignore this. There’s something special about you, Peter. About us. Am I wrong?”
Peter desperately wanted to tell him that no, he wasn’t wrong. That he felt strongly for the man in front of him despite barely knowing him. That there was some deep, romantic part of him that he didn’t even know he had that wanted him to take that leap with Tony, to find why they worked so well and what that special thing was.
Instead, he said nothing.
“Stop me if I’m wrong, then,” Tony said, leaning in and tilting his head ever so slightly. Peter’s breath hitched again and his eyes fluttered closed.
Their lips met, and something ignited in Peter’s chest. Something warm and comforting, that reminded him of home. But it was also something hot, resembling desire and desperation. It was clear Tony felt that way too, from the way his hand tightened around Peter’s and his other arm wrapped around him, tugging him closer.
Peter’s arms moved of their own accord, hands clutching at Tony’s blazer in the way he’d wanted to. A soft sound escaped him as their lips moved, and Tony answered with a groan.
When they absolutely had to part for air, their lips broke apart but their foreheads stayed pressed together.
“So I wasn’t wrong,” Tony said with a chuckle, and Peter smiled as he shook his head. They sat in silence for a moment, tangled in each other’s arms and holding on tightly.
Slowly, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in, and Peter stared at Tony. Somehow he was simultaneously turned on and horrified at what had just happened. The journalist pulled away from the embrace, standing up and grabbing his blazer.
“I can’t,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t-I shouldn’t have kissed you, Tony.”
“First of all, I kissed you,” Tony pointed out, standing up and trying to reach out for Peter, who jerked back and looked at him with wide eyes. “Second of all, we can figure this out. I know your career is important to you, but you know as well as I do that we have...something.”
Peter shook his head.
“My career is everything to me, and I’ll lose it all if anyone finds out I kissed the candidate I’m covering,” he pointed out, putting his blazer back on. “I can’t do this, Tony. If you lose, let’s talk. But I can’t.”
“I don’t want to wait to lose,” Tony protested. “Can’t we just...try this? I’m not going to use this against you. You can have both. Your career and whatever we have. Peter, please.”
Peter shook his head again.
“I’m sorry, Tony. I can’t. I feel it too, but I can’t.” Peter gazed at him, giving into his impulses and leaning in to give the man a soft kiss on the cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered one more time, grabbing his bag and fleeing the room.
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From R. Talsorian’s Cyberpunk Pacific Rim Sourcebook
Character Roles in Japan and Korea
“Things are never as they seem in Northeast Asia, and conspiracies and plots lie under seemingly innocent exteriors. Thus, many Edgerunners use their wits to hide their true occupations. Remember, ‘the nail that sticks up, gets hammered down’ is a proverb that is especially true here. It pays not to advertise your true position. But here are how some of the Edgerunners operate in Japan and Korea specifically” (pg 31).
Rockerboys & girls: Much like in the States, there are corpo sponsored idols and then there are the real artists who will do anything they can to take their message to the world. Now idols belong to an agent office and have backup crews and freelance songwriters to help them craft perfect hits. Their agents manage their schedule down to the minute to maximize their market share. That life isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be so many musicians fight against the system.
Solos: It’s near impossible to emulate the gun-totin’ shoot-em-up style of Solo that one regularly hears about in the screamsheets. Most guns are forbidden in the hands of every day citizens so that leaves solos to focus on blades and martial arts to stay dangerous. Any guns these Edgerunners have are bought illegally from fixers and are used in extreme situations.
Techies: You’re in hog heaven here. Japan and Korea are famous for improving tech. There are infinite areas for you to deal in: space technology, cybertech, gene-tailoring, weponsmithing, you name it. Many zaibatsu corpos want your skills but will hardly ever pay you the right price. Corpos are the same everywhere. So you take it to the street and become an Edgerunner.
Medias: Many of the corporate medias just hunt for gossip and scandals of politicians and entertainers. They show the dark, but non-fatal side of people. The people with real secrets are powerful enough to set up patsies to take the rap should any freelance media who tries to go after them. That’s the deadly news. There are brave souls who willing to go against the system to make sure the story breaks. Usually they have to sell to foreign new networks cause their governments usually step in and buy the story just to burn it.
Cops: If you’re Korean you’ve got it made. You are a member of the powerful Military Police. You are the top elite, and with your authority you have the fire power of most foreign Solos. Now if you’re Japanese you’re one of the few people in the country who can legally use handguns. Of course you don’t actually get to use them that often, unless you’re one of the corpo cops. That’s when you get the real heavy duty weapons.
Corporates: There is only one thing that is important to corporate operatives in this country, and that is loyalty. They take from the bushido code and serve their boss like one would serve their lord. Is your boss honest or corrupt? Whichever they are, it’s none of your business. Your job is to serve your lord and not question why. Sometimes, you may have to take the rap for your company and you’re going to do it with a smile. That is the primary difference between corpos in the PacRim and those in the States.
Fixers: Both Japan and Korea are strictly controlled. Guns are almost totally banned, and most drugs are outlawed. But of course if someone wants these things, what are they to do? They should come to you. Now being a freelance fixer is very risky. You’ll need comrades, and gangs like the yakuza will want to be your first friend. Your main ports will be Osaka and Pusan, that’s where you’ll have to keep cops on your payroll to look away from the goods coming in.
Nomads: This isn’t the land of wide open spaces like America. Korea and Japan are densely packed and mountainous. Most of the Nomads in the PacRim are pirates. At their lowest level they make rafts cities which float off polluted shores. The more successful have boats with real engines. Those are the folks who do the smuggling in the PacRim.
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Comrades in Capital
“Ma’am, you have a visitor requesting to see you,” the attendant told me. Her name was Jennifer. I’d gotten to know her a little in the past few weeks since she’d been assigned to me. We got along well enough.
“Oh, very curious, what’s their name?” I don’t normally get visitors unscheduled these days. There were quite a few in the first couple years, but these days most people knew to schedule beforehand.
“Let’s see, it says here that it’s ‘Leon Weber.’ Oh, and he’s international apparently. Do you know him?”
“Not personally, but I know of him, yes. Tell him I’ll wrap up in just a moment and then I’d be happy to see him.” I wasn’t doing anything important, but the least I could do was my due diligence. After some preliminary research I found that he was about how I’d last known him to be. A German billionaire, still young and cocky. There was a big scandal a few years back about his political donations, which were strictly predictable. I smiled, glad that it was a scandal again, after all these years.
I called out to Jennifer that I was ready, and she let me out of my cell.
When I went to sit down in the visitation room, I found that he was already there waiting for me.
“Greetings, Mr. Weber, it is a surprise to see you here, I must admit. What brings you to my humble abode?” I sat down and smiled, gesturing to the prison walls around us.
“I want to invite you to come back to Germany with me,” he said simply.
I laughed. “Well this is unexpected! I have two questions for you then. How and why?”
“Wealth has its perks,” he said smiling, without even realizing his smugness, “a good lawyer is a powerful thing, and I think I’ve found a loophole that should get you out of here. As for why, well, I can’t leave a fellow businessperson to rot in some communist jail cell, can I?” his manner was full of camaraderie, and his eyes were predatory.
“Well in that case, I’m afraid I have to decline,” I replied. The shock on his face was a pleasure to see.
“If you’re worried about safety, you’d be coming with me to Germany, not staying in the United States. Businessmen are still safe and respected there,” he said, as if spelling it out for me more clearly would change my mind.
“I said no. I will not circumvent the laws that the people of this country fought to put in place by outspending its legal system.”
“Blödsinn! You can’t just want to stay locked up in jail like this! There’s no dignity here! Tell me your price, I’ll pay it, fine, but I can’t just have you rot away in here, it sets a bad precedent to have people like us in a place like this.”
I looked at my folded hands for a moment before responding. “You say there’s no dignity here. Today, I used my internet access to look into the escapades of my guest, who was announced to me by my attendant, who then obeyed my requests for the sake of my privacy and comfort. Not a guard, an attendant. Not a book with binding falling apart, a computer with internet access. Not the convenience of the prison guards, but the comfort of the prisoner,” I looked up at Weber now. “That sounds like dignity to me. It’s not sitting at the top of a pyramid of wealth, but it’s dignity.” I paused for just long enough to let him absorb, but not long enough for him to argue. “Now, as for precedent, that I understand. You are afraid that you’ll end up like me one day, and that that day will come sooner rather than later. But that’s not what you should be afraid of, Leon. You see, I am one of five former billionaires in the United States of America that got the luxury of a cell. And the cells in Germany are far worse than the ones here my friend, even if you should be so lucky as to receive one.”
Leon scoffed. I might have even been convinced if I hadn’t been in a place like his before. “I don’t need your communist arschloch lecturing me on the value of a cell. This was a complete waste of time, I see. Maybe one of your comrades in chains will have some sense.” He started to get up to go.
“One moment. Perhaps this doesn’t have to be a complete waste of time, Leon.” That caught his attention. “You are a businessman. I was a philanthropist at heart I would like to think, but I did make certain investments.”
“I’m listening. I know you don’t have them anymore, but I want to see where this is going.”
“You and I both know Germany is one crisis away from a revolt. Would you like to know what I spent my fortune on when America was one crisis away?”
“What?”
“Prison reform.”
I smiled as he stomped out of the room, putting on his custom-tailored coat in a huff as he went. It didn’t really matter if he listened. He probably wouldn’t. But when he found himself wearing a German blindfold and facing a German gun, maybe he’d think back and wonder why he didn’t invest in good will and dignity like I suggested. Ah well, it was probably too late anyway. I pressed the button on the comms panel and let Jennifer know I was ready to be escorted back to my cell.
As the door closed behind me, I sank into my desk chair. Maybe I’d get some more work on my book done today. Go to bed a little early perhaps. I heard the ringing that meant my daughter was calling me.
I answered. Life wasn’t so bad as Leon made it out to be.
#original fiction#billionaires#I'm having fun developing the characters#hoping there will be more stories in this world#also nice to break away from sci-fi
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Fic: The Secret Journal of 'Stanford' Pines
Size: ~3000 words
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20864183
Stan Pines keeps a journal of brief daily notes during the summer of 2012.
Note: We all know that the Gravity Falls timeline makes no sense whatsoever. Therefore this is based on a headcanon timeline I made a year or so ago, trying to incorporate as many of the canon dates (in show and published J3) as possible, but ignoring the ones that were contradictory or made no sense. This still means some episodes did not happen in a strictly chronological order.
June 1
Kids are here. I have no idea what to do. Why did I agree to this.
Boy is a grump and girl made macaroni art in the kitchen. Did I even have macaroni?
June 2 Sunday
I think boy got spooked in the forest. He seems fine, though. Good taste in gold chains.
Girl is now dating some punk kid.
June 3
Kids looked like they’d been run over by the golf cart when they got back tonight. Not good.
Gave them some free gifts from the shop to cheer em up. Yes I know
Boy got a new hat. Should get him to wear a Mystery Shack shirt next. Girl found a grappling hook that was not in my inventory. Bold choice.
What would they say if they knew about me?
June 4
Fishing Season Opening Day – took the kids fishing.
Of course, they got excited about monster hunting instead. They’re listening to reason about as well as I and Fo did as a kid.
But. They came back to me in the end. We had fun.
I love those kids.
June 5
Soos found those cursed old wax statues I sealed up some ten years ago. Don’t seem all that cursed now. One had melted.
Mabel’s gonna make a new one for the wax museum. Meaning I’ll have to figure out how to make suckers pay to look at wax statues again.
June 6
Mabel’s wax creation nearly gave me a heart attack. It looks just like my twin me.
She’s crazy talented.
June 7
I’d say the wax museum reopening went well. Assuming “well” means “profit”.
Did anyone actually think I’d hand out free pizza?
June 8
Hanging out with my wax twin Stan, and the moment I turned my back he was murdered.
June 9 Sunday
Tried to hold a funeral for Wax Stan. Failed to keep it tounge-in-cheek.
Face it, Ford is long gone
June 10
Guess the wax people were still as cursed as I remembered. Kids killed them with fire – I should have done that long ago.
Dipper crawled in the vents all day looking for a wax head that got away.
If I keep telling him he’s delusional, he’s got to stop looking for trouble eventually, right?
June 11
Mabel decided I should date Lazy Susan. Couldn’t stop her. Now Susan and her cats keep calling me.
This was a bad idea. (I will never tell Mabel that.)
June 12
Went on a date with Lazy Susan to shut her up. That ended just as well as expected.
Need to figure out some more specific excuses.
June 13
The worst thing is, the Portal should work now. It’s functional. I just can’t get it to start.
Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all along
I did fix that old copier. Don’t know if it still makes copies of people, but at least it makes copies of paper again.
Caught Dipper making oogly eyes at Wendy. I smell drama.
June 14
Did not expect “The Duchess Approves” to be that good.
June 15
The traditional Mystery Shack party that has nothing to do with any birthdays.
Mabel is a great singer, and that Northwest brat cheated.
Happy birthday, Sixer.
June 16 Sunday
Gideon Gleeful’s running TV ads again.
Of course my family goes to his show just to spite me.
June 17
Mabel played with Gideon today. Did not see that one coming.
As long as she’s happy, I guess.
June 18
I hate Pioneer Day.
Stupid people acting even stupider than normal, nothing works, then someone (me) ends up in the stocks.
June 19
Gideon and Mabel are dating!?
Seemed like a horrible idea, but Bud Gleeful has a point on the moneymaking opportunities if we play it right.
June 20
So if Mabel marries Gideon, his business will be incorporated into mine. I sure like the sound of that.
Bud is already making t-shirts.
June 21
June 22
OK, no. No deals with the Gleefuls. Not now or ever.
Mabel broke up with the little pest. Good riddance.
Got me a nice painting from Bud’s house, though.
June 23 Sunday
The Mystery Fair! It may look cheap, but it brings in the money.
Though someone broke all safety protocols and brought a futuristic laser gun to Dunkle the Grunkle. That’s unfair.
Mabel has a pig now.
June 24
Got roped into the gaming arcade with the kids.
Maybe get one of those games for the Shack?
June 25
Mabel decided to fix my fear of heights.
I can say this – being on top of a water tower about to fall over was unpleasant. Compared to that, a high but stable ground isn’t so bad.
Dipper got into a fistfight with Wendy’s boyfriend over teenage drama, but good on him for standing up for himself.
June 26
For some reason Gideon has gotten it into himself that he wants the Mystery Shack now.
Good luck, kid. I’m a better conman than you’ll ever be.
June 27
Mabel is slightly taller than Dipper. This is funny.
Gideon Gleeful trying to be threatening while throwing a hysterical fit after breaking my new mirror maze – mostly confusing. Wish I knew what went on in that kid’s head.
June 28
Kids made me wear the golden teeth. Guess they think I’m a dishonest man.
Fortunately, I’m good at bullshitting even when telling the truth. Think I scandalized the poor things. Hilarious.
Could have been disaster, though. Could have easily made them hate me.
June 29
Spent half the day falling down the Bottomless Pit.
June 30 Sunday
Summerween, now that’s a respectable local holiday.
Scaring children for fun and profit. Celebrating true evil together with family.
July 1
Hottest day of the year. Wax Stan was permanently murdered by the weather.
Closed the Shack and went to the municipal pool with the kids.
Gideon stole my perfect pool chair. It’s on.
July 2
Broke into the pool area at night to get the chair to myself. Which was a good plan, until I wanted to get up later in the day. The pest had coated it with glue.
The kids broke into the pool at night, too. Didn’t ask.
July 3
Opened the Shack again.
Can’t be too lazy. Tourists to fleece and all that.
July 4
July 5
Mabel bet she could run the Shack better than I can. Well. I’m nothing if not a gambler.
So, three days of vacation, in which I will make more money than she will make running the Shack. Winner takes the Shack, loser sings a silly song.
Best case scenario, she learns something about business and stops complaining. Worst case, she actually makes money and then runs the Shack for me the rest of the summer. Not bad.
July 6
Made it past the line to be a contestant on Cash Wheel, using my Old Man powers and lack of common decency.
Why is it so hard to sleep
July 7 Sunday
Well. I lost at Cash Wheel.
Guess that means I lost the bet with Mabel, too. Unless I go rob a bank or something in the time I have left. Hm.
July 8
Turns out Mabel barely broke even when running the Shack. She did win the bet, but she didn’t want my job, no surprise there.
I’m proud of her for learning something.
She still made me sing that song. On video tape. It’s kinda catchy.
July 9
Mabel’s friends came for a sleepover. They make a lot of noice.
July 10
Soos managed to uncover the door to Ford’s that old study I sealed thirty years ago the very moment the kids demanded separate bedrooms.
I never wanted to see that room again. His glasses were still there
Guess they didn’t want the room in the end, but now it’s open. Can’t re-seal it.
I think they messed around with the freaky carpet. Took it away at the end of the day just in case.
July 11
I fucked up, but I fixed it.
I got Mabel’s pig back, even when I had to punch a pterodactyl in the face for it.
She doesn’t hate me.
I love that kid so much.
July 12
That weird egg I pocketed from the dino-cave hatched. Dipper says it’s a compo-whatnot.
I call him Compy. He’s now my Mystery Pet.
July 13
Soos’ birthday. The kids tried to throw a party, which is. Bad idea.
Think he appreciated laser tag, though. And the magic pizza they got him. Never seen him so happy on a birthday.
July 14 Sunday
Turns out Compy is a very tiny dragon. Hoards stuff, mostly cash. In places I can’t reach.
It’s no good. Gonna hand the chicken-lizard over to farmer Sprott first thing in the morning before he bankrupts me.
July 15
Mabel and her friends went to some boy band concert. Got back late with a large pack of spoils. Probably robbed someone.
Wendy’s boyfriend is charming her with homemade music. Dipper suspects magic. Can’t rule that out.
July 16
There was a hypnotic message in the music, but telling Wendy about it only made the teenage drama worse.
Went bowling with Dipper afterwards to cheer him up. Should have a chat with Wendy, too.
July 17
Gideon I’m How could
Didn’t know Gideon was that serious.
As if half-lucid dreams about that yellow triangle wasn’t bad enough. (The kids know something. Not asking. I want them to stay away from that stuff.)
We’re staying with Soos as I panic figure out how to fix this.
July 18
I can’t fix this.
Gideon’s got the whole town eating out of his hand and I’m just a grouchy old man.
Doing the responsible thing. Got bus tickets to send the kids home tomorrow.
Whatever I do next, don’t want them to watch.
July 19
GIDEON IS A LITTLE SHIT AND I AM AWESOME.
Figured out his trick, proved it in public and now he’s in jail.
Got the Shack back. Got the kids back.
And. Get this. Gideon had one of Ford’s missing journals. I have it now.
July 20
I can’t believe it. Dipper. Had the third journal all summer.
All three of the dumb books are right here in front of me.
I activated the Portal. Simple as anything.
It’s scanning for Ford right now.
I’m actually bringing him back.
July 21 Sunday
Grand reopening of the Mystery Shack turned into a zombie-fest.
Kids could’ve died because I was too busy with the Portal to pay attention. That won’t happen again.
Should have talked to them about weirdness sooner. Hope they believed me when I said I have no more secrets.
A little worried that government might have picked up signals from the Portal.
July 22
Repairing the Shack. Too much undead slime to attract tourists like this.
July 23
Re-reopened the Shack.
Dipper got himself an old laptop computer from somewhere. Probably stolen. He tried to hide it.
July 24
Went minigolfing with the kids.
Mabel challenged Pacifica Northwest to a duel at midnight. I’m so proud of her.
Letting kids into minigolf courts at night to take a rich snob down a few pegs – finally putting my skills to good use.
July 25
I still can’t believe the Portal works.
It keeps scanning.
July 26
Tried to bring old Goldie back to the gift shop but apparently he’s unhip and scary. Had to throw him away before the parents sued me.
What I do need is a singing animatronic robot badger. That’s what kids like these days.
July 27
Soos missed work for the first time ever. Seems to be girl trouble, but the kids are handling it.
Would’ve stolen myself a robot badger if it hadn’t tried to kill me. Saved by old Goldie. No way I’m not keeping him now.
July 28 Sunday
Went for a Vegas vacation because I deserve it.
Not because I’m nervous.
Brought Goldie, might have gotten slightly drunk. And slightly married.
July 29
Mabel found herself a new obsession with hand puppets.
She’ll throw a big show on Friday. Made me rent Gravity Falls theatre for her. (Can’t believe I did that.)
July 30
The Shack is full of sock puppets and kids and Mabel keeps singing.
Guess this is my life now.
July 31
August 1
Soos went to his cousin’s wedding with his new girlfriend. Good on him.
Mabel’s still obsessing about puppets.
Dipper looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Can’t blame him with all this ruckus.
August 2
Play was good! Think it paid for the costs, too. Mabel’s got showmanship.
Don’t get the ending, though.
I mean. Children fighting always makes for good footage, but was it necessary to beat Dipper up that bad? I swear Mabel don’t know how strong she is.
A little worried about Dipper. He seemed high as a kite all day. Probably sleep deprivation. At least he’s sleeping now.
August 3
August 4 Sunday
Gravity’s going more crazy around the Portal the longer it’s on, but I don’t care.
It hasn’t found Ford yet.
It won’t find him if he’s dead
August 5
The Portal ate my notebook.
Got a nasty cut on the back of my hand from some debris, too. Could have been worse.
August 6
Tried to advertise the Mystery Shack for the kids at the Woodstick Festival. Hilarious disaster.
Being feared is worth more than being loved anyway.
August 7
August 8
IT FOUND HIM.
He’s alive. There’s a lock on his position.
Fuck I don’t I have to
I know how it works. It needs to calibrate for a while. It needs to be fueled for the big moment.
I’ll go rob a government facility right now.
(So glad the kids are off at the Northwest party tonight.)
27 hours and then I’ll see him again.
August 9
Ford is back.
I had to run from the feds and the kids found out everything the wrong way but it worked and he’s back.
But he doesn’t He still hates me.
Why would I expect anything else.
Don’t know what I’d do with myself if the kids weren’t here.
It’s fine. I fucked up everything, but. Mabel trusts me. Dipper forgives me. I’m fine.
not crying
August 10 Sunday
The Shack needs repairs again.
Spent most of the day making Duck-tective finale preparations with Mabel. We had fun.
Told the kids to stay away from Ford.
August 11
Dipper has predictably decided to be nerd friends with my brother.
Can’t stop him. He looks happy. Both of them do.
Still can’t figure out why Ford would have reality altering dice lying around in his sci-fi pouch.
Anyway. I knew Duck-tective had an evil twin.
August 12
I hate everything.
Ford will take my his place here soon enough, does he have to undercut me while I’m still here?
I’m running for mayor now.
August 13
Kids are helping me with a political campaign. Apparently I know nothing about politics and have unpalatable opinions. Bah.
August 14
The Stump Speech went great! I relax, words happen, people cheer.
Dipper got a lucky tie for me. Think it really works.
August 15
Should’ve tried being a politician before. Almost feels like people like me.
August 16
Nope. Politics is not for me. Too much mind control.
Should’ve known it wasn’t me making those speeches.
(The kids shouldn’t get into politics either. Can’t always be there to save them from murder.)
Turns out I’m not mayor material, but I’m a HERO.
Take that, Ford.
August 17
Rented an RV and took Soos and the kids and Mabel’s friends on a road trip.
Pranking the tourist traps. Good old Mystery Shack tradition for the last time.
Dipper’s practising flirting like a pro.
August 18 Sunday
Almost got eaten by a spider-woman. That could have gone better.
Have to admit, the kids are heroes too.
Don’t think Ford noticed we were gone.
August 19
Opened the Mystery Shack for the final stretch.
Two more weeks, then I’m gone for good.
August 20
Made a good deal on illegal pugs. Still got it.
Ford and Dipper put some magic mojo on the Shack. Not gonna ask.
Might have something to do with how badly Ford is sleeping.
August 21
Ten days left until the kids’s birthday and the end of summer.
Guess I’m doing a countdown now.
August 22
Nine days left.
August 23
Eight days left.
I’m gonna order a ponytail kit.
August 24
HELL NO I DON’T NEED THIS.
It’s the literal end of the world and the kids are missing.
Suddenly orange skies, goats turning into monsters, the whole shebang. I thought I had enough troubles.
That magic on the Shack seems to be protecting it, but. THE KIDS ARE MISSING. So is Ford.
??? 1
Day and night are replaced by eternal glowing orange and every single clock is busted, so no more dates.
Went out looking for the kids, but all I find is other people. Also demons. No sign of Soos or Wendy, either.
Been taking people to the Shack. Safest place on Earth for all I know. I have enough brown meat and elected myself Chief.
The kids are fine. Probably with Ford. That’s the ticket.
??? 2
Went out looking again. Found the Northwest girl dressed in nothing but a potato sack. She was crying and I don’t want to know, but she didn’t deserve it.
Been told the head honcho is the yellow triangle. He calls this Weirdmageddon.
Old McGucket showed up more coherent than usual, herding a whole flock of forest creatures into the Shack. Starting to get crowded here.
The kids are fine. Of course they are.
??? 3
There’s still people alive out there. I heard cars over at Gleeful’s place.
Didn’t see anyone else.
I’ve lost I couldn’t even
Mabel and Dipper are definitely still alive. So is Soos and Wendy. And Ford better be.
??? 4
They’re alive!
All four of my kids, bursting through the door like cops doing a raid but they’re alive!
Now all I want is for them to stay here and be safe. Why can’t they see that?
I’m done saving my brother’s skin and getting nothing but scorn for it.
Ford made his own bed with that demon. Forget it.
??? 5
Did I mention, the plan concocted by five kids, Soos, and a known madman is utterly insane?
They’re rebuilding the Shack. I just had it repaired, too.
It’s my house, but no one’s listening to me.
??? 6
I keep having this bad feeling about Ford.
It’s dumb. My brother has made it perfectly clear how he feels about being saved.
??? 7
Well then.
Not letting the kids lead an apocalypse rebellion against a demonic triangle without me.
August 25 Sunday
August 26
August 27
August 28
Huh. I can’t remember writing this, but it does ring a few bells.
It’s like I
I need to talk to Ford.
August 29
So. The apocalypse is over, and we’re all fine.
We killed the demon by burning my mind out when he was inside, pretty much.
My mind’s still there, but it’s kinda. Well. In need of repair.
Spent a few days reliving good memories.
Turns out there’s more than a few bad ones, too. But.
Everyone is so good to me
I don’t deserve this
August 30
I remember how Ford looked at me after I brought him back.
Now he acts like he likes to he thinks I’m
Now it’s like he’s my brother again.
He said. “Thank you.”
August 31
The kids have left. I’ll miss them, but I’ll see them again.
Until then, my brother and I are going sailing.
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A Year in Review
Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples; Polar 2019 Jonas Åkerlund film; The Imitation Game 2014 Morten Tyldum film; Kingsman: The Secret Service 2014 Matthew Vaughn film; The Hanging Gardens of Beatenberg by Beatenberg; O Human Star by Blue Delliquanti; Lucifer television series; 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami; Carnival Row television series; Chicago Art Book Fair; Romeo + Juliet 1996 Baz Luhrmann film; Ferris Bueller’s Day Off 1986 John Hughes film
October marks one year of Never Be Bored! In celebration, here’s twelve more things for the twelve posts of this year to add to your queue.
Really Big Worms is where it all began, with three sci fi novels and a webcomic. As I wrote in that post, I’ll read just about anything with a Hugo nomination, and a year later, I’ve still never been let down. So don’t just take my word for it, the volumes of Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples have been nominated for the Hugo Award for Best Graphic Story six times. If that’s not a strong enough reason to check out this epic space opera masterpiece, I don’t know what is.
I kind of love those larger than life bad guys from Baby Driver, featured in Floor It. For more characters with a strong dedication to the Aesthetic and also to guns, try Polar, streaming on Netflix. Mads Mikkelsen is fabulous as an assassin who just wants to retire in peace, goddammit.
In On Computability I recommended a book on a math paper by Alan Turing, but he’s probably more well-known for his work helping to break codes during WWII and developing the field of artificial intelligence. Although it’s not strictly historically accurate, The Imitation Game is still a really lovely film about Turing’s life, the kind of movie that reminds you why we make movies. And don’t worry, there’s far less math than there is in The Annotated Turing.
If you liked the impeccably dressed murderesses of Non je ne regrette rien, then you might like the fashionably attired gentlemen spies of Kingsman: The Secret Service. It’s a funny action movie, with a lot of characters in really well tailored suits, what more can I say.
I feel like Elio from Call Me By Your Name, featured in Is it better to speak or die?, might like The Hanging Gardens of Beatenberg by Beatenberg. Something about the song “The Prince Of The Hanging Gardens” in particular reminds me of Elio and Oliver’s relationship, but I adore that whole album, some of the lyrics are absolute poetry.
In The R Smith Edition I recommend a queer sci fi webcomic with gorgeous single color art. If you’re into that, definitely try O Human Star by Blue Delliquanti. It’s got amazing world building and so much diversity, and it has robots which is always a plus.
If your favorite parts of Worm, featured in All Superheroes Need Therapy, were the chapters where some of these characters actually got therapy, you might like the TV show Lucifer, about the literal devil taking a vacation in LA to solve crimes, and also getting therapy. Currently on Netflix.
As the story of Mr. Nobody unfolds, we jump between alternate timelines; the three movies and book of Nonlinearity can get unsettling at times in the way they play with time and memory. If you liked those recommendations, try 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami, a dystopian mystery love story whose main character Aomame one day realizes she’s slipped into a parallel world.
Altered Carbon, featured in To Whom Am I Speaking?, is a slightly cheesy sci fi show with probably more swearing and nudity than is necessary, but whatever, I love the concept of it. Carnival Row, streaming on Amazon Prime, is basically the same, but fantasy—just one extended metaphor for racism but with magical creatures. It might not win any Emmys any time soon, but it’s entertaining and fun to binge.
If you liked reading Helicon, featured in The Northwestern Edition, then you might enjoy going to Chicago Art Book Fair, this incredible three day event that brings independent artists and printers from all over to the Windy City. This November will be its third year, and I can’t wait to go again!
In Art Curious, featured in The Eye of the Beholder, we learn about art that was considered scandalous in the time and place of their creation, in ways we may not easily realize now. Shakespeare can have a reputation today of being super sophisticated, but back in the sixteenth century his plays were pop culture. Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet reimagines the classic play in Verona Beach and does a wonderful job staying true to the original while being totally over the top and camp.
In Next!, I described the plays of the Neo-futurists of Chicago sometimes serious, sometimes funny, maybe musical, fourth-wall-breaking. I could apply the same description to Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, one of my favorite movies of all time. I think Ferris would make a great neo-futurist.
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if lee wrote otome | #6 Spaghetti Hot Mess-tern (in Space)
The whole genre of Westerns is problematic at best, and I recognize that without knowing the best way to address it, and I want to at least acknowledge that before diving in here. My grandpa and I would watch them when I was little, and then college introduced me to Firefly and y’all, I’m sunk on Space Westerns, so here we go.
Premise:
At the raggedy edge of the galaxy is a planet that’s little more than rocks, dirt, rattlers and folks with nowhere else to call home. Some came to get as far from the law as they could, some ran out of money on their way to somewhere better, and some folks are just plumb crazy enough to like it. It’s where you can’t trust the lawmen to be on your side or their own, where missionaries sing from street corners and saloon girls pour you a whiskey and charge you for two. Money talks here, not that anyone’s got much of it. It’s the end of the line (maybe even yours)
Heroine:
The new sheriff in town. Or, well, planet, as the case may be. From the inner planets—far more technologically advanced, far more rightly reined in by law and order—she knew she wanted to be a part of the big picture from a young age. A promising, brilliant cadet, she was on track to be the top graduate, assigned to the cushiest position, when a test of obedience showed that she is not above taking the law into her own hands, and with her own interpretation. She’ll do whatever it takes to keep peace and order, even if it means being a little shady. There was a massive scandal, and now she’s being shuttled off to a backwater planet no one’s ever managed to keep lawful—but you can bet she’s going to. A competent, cool-tempered diplomat who believes, despite the evidence, that there’s a small dose of reason in everyone’s heart, and has made it something of a personal mission to bring those bits to the surface of the people in her new home, and such is her stubborn, creative nature, that through hook, crook, or xanatos gambit, she often succeeds. And when she doesn’t, that’s what laser guns are for.
Supporting Cast
THE DEPUTY: A trembling, timid coward. There’s just no way around it. They are paranoid and pessimistic, morosely convinced of their own ineptitude. The depth of their terror is outmatched only by the size of their heart, which is squishy and generous and so terribly large that it often gets them into trouble (or terrifying, horrible situations like facing down outlaws). It’s their heart that is filled, perhaps more than anyone else in the abandoned planet, with a veiled courage, because while every bone and drop of blood in their body hollers at them to run for the hills every time they’re called on to do their job, somehow, it always gets done, because the thing they fear most is failing the people who depend on them. Equal parts relieved that they’re finally getting a sheriff and horrified that she’s not exactly as upstanding a citizen as was expected – and that she’ll get herself killed trying to clean the place up.
SALOON OWNER: Though she’s fond of playing the damsel-in-distress, she is anything but. It just suits her to not be seen as a real threat. She is as sweet, loving, and feminine as she presents herself, but she’s also independent, rational, and when the time calls for it, absolutely ruthless with a level-headed calm in the protection of her property, business, and people of interest. She runs a tight, tidy ship so that she can afford to be charitable and generous when she chooses too, and her friendly free-spirit belies a shrewd mind for business and making deals that are inevitably skewed in her favor, and though her feistiness is dressed in a firm sophistication, make no mistake that it’s there. Luckily for town, this poised lady is steady believer in spreading the good stuff around (not the least because it keeps everyone on her side when it comes to outside threats), and she’s considered something of a motherly figure to more than a sizeable chunk of the town.
THE REGULAR: A former fighter with his heart ripped right out of him. He’s been drunk for a decade and seems determined to stay that way. He functions surprisingly well for someone who always has whiskey on his breath and in his blood, which probably has something to do with building up a tolerance. Gregarious, friendly and good-natured, he’s the town fool and he doesn’t care. He has a plan to drink himself to death and just hasn’t gotten there yet, and if he can make a few people laugh in the meantime, well, someone oughta be able to. Sober—not that you’ll ever see him as such—he’s a steel-eyed soldier who survived four years of hell strictly on the basis of skill with his weapon, and as hard as any bounty hunter in the territories.
THE MAGNATES: (also possible LI’s MAYBE)
‘Railroad’ Baron: sole control of transport around the planet - actually a decent human being, but running a rough, tough business so can’t always give into bleeding heart because it would mean going under.
Port Authority: sole spaceport on and off the planet - greedy, greedy, pays off just about everyone and since no one ELSE has any money, they’re all too eager to take what’s offered. Leader of what amounts to a bunch of space pirates that they allow to dock - and wreak havoc on nearby systems - with the excuse that no one ELSE is paying to land on this rock
Arms Dealer: cold, cold, cold as ice. Takes advantage of the desperation, limited oversight, and lack of options to build an empire out on the middle of nowhere. Works closely with Port Authority, even though all three are in uneasy alliance at best, mostly only united in keeping the sheriff out of their business.
The Mine Owner: Majority property owner of the lesser-explored reaches of the desert planet, they’re keeping it under wraps just what’s under those mountains - and what they’re making from it. Philanthropist, but slippery slippery.
Love Interests
THE POSTULANT: An aristocrat from the inner planets, stranded out in space after a bad business deal destroyed her family and they had to hide from the debtors. Ladylike, but back her into a corner and you’ll find she’s as feisty and scrappy as her brothers (the saloon’s piano player and an outlaw, respectively)—not that she’ll ever admit a day in her life that they’re related to her. She may love them, but her position in the town is precarious enough without letting it get around she’s got a drunk and a criminal as her only living kin. She hasn’t got a penny left to her name, so she falls heavily back on manners as her strongest defense, and has the elegance and propriety of any lady in town, though she longs for her spoiled, pampered life back on her home planet, and daydreams about it frequently. She has moments of clever, curious sarcasm… when she’s not being a prissy miss. (sibling to Accidental Outlaw)
THE ACCIDENTAL OUTLAW: In over his head and going downhill fast. A funny, friendly artist by nature, he got tired of being teased for his love of painting as a kid and insisted someday he’d be big, bad, and tough. Only now he’s living it, and he just wishes he could be home again with a brush and a pad of thick paper. But on the raggedy edge of space, with the gang he runs with, that’s an attitude that will get you killed. His skill with his hands has shifted from holding a brush to pulling a gun, his eye for detail keeping him alive and alert. Each day he gets a little bit harder, a little less laid-back and easy- going, but his kindness hasn’t been stomped out yet. When he can, he tries to smuggle a few credits to his sister and brother, though for their own safety they can’t claim him as a brother anymore. And sometimes, when everyone else asleep and it’s just him and his horse, he draws in the sand, and remembers what it was like. (sibling to Postulant)
THE ‘BODYGUARD’: Competent. Frighteningly, efficiently, competent and doggedly persistent. All of which, perhaps, would be admirable traits, if it weren’t for his rather (to all appearances) complete and entire lack of a moral compass. Cold to their core, utterly ruthless and unswayed by social order or cries for mercy, their cruelty is almost casual, as efficient as anything else they do, and they’ve taken lives in the name of their employer without so much as batting an eyelash. When called upon to be by that employer, they are als adaptable – able to change themself into whatever is needed: thief, an enforcer, a smuggler, a searcher, a bodyguard, a body burier or a straight out murderer. Doesn’t matter, one way or another. Perversely loyal, in their own way, but to whom and why is something only they know. Runs too cold to have any temper to speak of, and their even-keeled approach to everything can be unnerving. (works for Arms Dealer)
(may swap gender) THE SMUGGLER (idealistic outlaw): Reckless, selfless, arrogant, sly as fox and chivalrous as a knight, always ready to stand up and for those whom authority ignores or oppresses. She is clever, heroic and undaunted by the law, and, due to her talent for making frequent escapes from perilous situations, often arrogant and a little too sure of herself. She is good-natured and merry, a generous optimist at heart who would give her last credit to a hungry traveler if she so much as heard their stomach grumble. She is incredibly idealistic, and while outlaws aren’t often noted for their morals, she has hers, and sticks to them. She has a knack for disguising herself, and charisma aplenty to convince other to go along with her. When she wants something, she can come up with a plan as wild as she is, and so far, she’s had incredible luck in making them come to pass…(officially works for Port Authority, but is spiting them)
THE HOMESTEADER: Prideful, stubborn, organized—some would say obsessively so—practical and quick-tempered, a control freak who insists on doing things exactly right, in their precise way and in the proper order. Everything has a place and its place is particular, and woe to the unwary who tries (intentionally or otherwise) to disrupt that structure, particularly when it comes to their farm. Harsh, unforgiving, and abrupt as the land they live on, their mercurially tempestuous nature is somewhat legendary in town, as is their minute attention to details no one else will notice. In fact, the whole town might have written them off as an unhappy hermit, save for their habit of taking in and caring for strays no one else wants, though they’ll and grumble about it the entire time. That soft side, though, is reserved strictly for children and small animals, and those rare, few friends who sometimes get a taste of it through snarling stubbornness. Anyone stupid enough to think that those small kindnesses by a small-time farmer make for a weak target will find themselves sadly mistaken—they guards their farm and their charges with double-barrel shotgun and an aim as spot-on as their attention to detail.
THE INVENTOR: A self-taught genius, who learned from scraps and clips of lectures when the planet actually gets intergalactic service. Mostly designs weaponry, because that’s where the money is, and they’ll compromise their morals and ethics a bit if it means they can afford to buy equipment and build their dreams. Incredibly creative, prone to talking to themself as they work, able to make do with scrap parts and trash. Has a bit of a complex about the fact they never went to formal universities. Quick-tempered but also super, super easily distracted. Less reckless than they used to be since one of their inventions took off part of an arm. They learned how to make their own prosthetics/assistive devices and are constantly fiddling with them. Really just wants to be left in peace to invent but also likes to explain, at length, all of the exciting STUFF everything can do so is in constant war with themself over introverted and extroverted tendencies.
See the rest here or if that doesn’t work, from my masterlist
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Strictly Scandalous // TopGun
What is strictly scandalous?
✨ Strictly Scandalous ✨ is a series of strictly scandalous concepts/blurbs (18+) submitted by you, written by me.
Bradley Bradshaw
Lieutenant Sweetheart // Roosters got a breading kink….but we all already knew that.
A for Anal // Rooster fucks your ass. You try fuck yourself
Marked Up // Rooster marks you up to the point questions are raised for your safety
CNC, Breaking // You and Bradley get a little freaky with some Consensual Non-Consent play.
Kerner // When you surprise Bradley with a weekend visit, you suck him off behind the bar at the Hard Deck.
Road Head // Giving Bradley brain in his Bronco while he ever so kindly dropped you home after a night out with the gang at the Hard Deck
Riding Seresin // Bradley decides that Jakes little sister is worth it.
Robert Floyd
Sexual Healing // After Bobs bird strike he can’t regulate his emotions, you decide you know what he needs.
Boobs // Bobs a boob man through and through.
Don’t Tempt Me // Bob is forced to finish himself off when you spend New Year’s Eve trying to get him to fuck you senseless.
Threes a crowd // Bob fucks you in front of cuckold Jake
Unicorns // Bob is blessed with the experience of a life time when you squirt on his face.
Dessert First // Bob comes home to you cooking almost naked in the kitchen
Hat Trick // Bobs favourite past time is getting you off before he’s even fucked you.
Mugged // Bob doesn’t quite know how to process how you fucked him in the shower.
WOS’s Do It Better // You have a threesome with Bob Floyd & Mickey Garcia.
Morning Mirage // You and Bob engage in an early morning sexual encounter. Slow, lazy sex.
Dagger Dinner // When tasked with the weekly Dagger Dinner, Bob Floyd gets a little too distracted by his lovely fiancée.
Hike Me // Bob takes you in a hike, but needs a mid hike fuck.
Bob the Boob man // Bobs a boob guy. Enough said.
Jake Seresin
V for Virgin // Hangman finds a bunch of Polaroids Bob has taken of you. Keeping them for himself.
Polaroid Princess // Jake manipulates the situation so he gets his own set of Polaroids and a taste at what you have to offer.
Pretty Girl // Javy overheard his best friend slamming some poor girl into his mattress over the course of a few months. That girl? You.
Submit // Jakes dominant, but for you he’ll play the game. Submitting to you in the unisex showers.
Threes A Crowd // Jake fucks you in front of cuckold Bradley
Hungman // Jake fucks your throat after throat training you.
Iris // Jake steps in to help a friend and end up stripping at a hens party.
Mama // Jake had never thought about having kids, until he thinks about having kids.
Slap Me // Jake gets jealous and in turn discovers your kink for slapping.
Hangman Head // Jake gets blowie in the car park after he spills his beer on you, only to find out he’s your TopGun Instructor.
Dicked // Jake Seresin excretes bisexual energy. So much he asked you to fuck his ass.
Hooked // Rooster questions a hook in the shower of yours and Jakes brand new home.
Mickey Garcia
Breed For This // You and your husband are trying for a third baby. A night at the Hard Deck ends in a quick try in the female bathroom.
Acrylics // enjoying your annual leave means you can get acrylic nails. Mickey has no problem with them.
Athletic Wear // You jump Mickeys bones after he picks you up from the hard deck looking all kinds so perfect and sexy in his athletic wear.
#main concepts dropping tomorrow.#strictly scandalous // topgun#top gun hangman#top gun rooster#top gun bob#top gun maverick fanfiction#bradley bradshaw x female reader#jake seresin x female!reader#robert floyd x female reader
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ass-ignments pt. 1 || willow and marshall
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: med school class // spring 2021.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: willow x marshall.
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: none.
𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: willow and marshall receive unfortunate news that they have a long semester ahead of them
Willow put her books down in class. She was happy to be in med school, but why oh why did she have to be back so close to Hastings. Hopefully it had all been long enough. Long enough that no one cared who her mother was anymore. It was a cruel joke that this was the place she got the most scholarship money too, and worst of all she was back at home. Not that she didn't love her doofus of a dad.... or her siblings. It was just hard to be back here. Where it all happened. Around the whispers in the store. That she would have to do her residency at the hospital she was born at. Tend to people who had talked about her family. It made her unbelievably angry at the world. But as always, she dressed for the occasion, buying nice things for herself whenever she could. There was something about her old lifestyle that was so hard to give up. As she sat down, Willow looked over to see who would be sitting next to her for the rest of the semester. It is a small town after all, everyone always ended up back here. It was impossible to escape as she saw the face of Marshall Wake. It was strange seeing him in this kind of academic setting, away from his friends. He almost always had someone with him. Those friends had been attached at the hip, they were always whispering or laughing together. Most times she thought it was about her as she walked by. So she said nothing to him, and opened up her laptop.
Marshall tried his best to hurry to class. It wasn't exactly the smartest idea to go out for drinks the night before with the other coaches from Hastings Hall. Going out for a couple of drinks with those guys usually turned into a night of clubbing, and Marshall Wake was not going to turn down a good time. Fortunately for him, he was only a couple minutes late. This was the start of a new chapter in his life, and he wanted to make sure he didn't mess any of this up. He couldn't afford that. Going off the Brindleton those couple of years was great. He got to spend his last years of playing football with his best friend and managed to keep his grades in check, but knowing Matthew was pretty much alone in Hastings was a constant worry. Marshall had hoped his parents would at least stick around town for his brother's sake, but to no surprise, that wasn't the case. At this point, Marshall have practically given up on them. They had usually just thrown money his way as much as possible and nagged him whenever they came around for the annual visit. Of course now, there was no money involved, just the nagging. It was more than stressful, but that was Marshall's life and there wasn't really a way to get out of it. He exhaled deeply as he walked to the nearest seat. Had he noticed Willow sooner, he would have sat somewhere else, but there wasn't many open seats available to begin with. Willow Hobbes. Something about her just rubbed Marshall the wrong way. She just seemed like the typical snobby Hastings resident, even after that whole family scandal of hers. Fucking yikes. "Willow." he called out to her casually. "You're not saving this seat for anyone, right?" he asked as he already began to sit down.
Marshall Wake was one of those people that reminded Willow of all she had lost. The wealth and the status. He just sauntered into town and got in with the best people like it was nothing, all while she lost everything. It was her fault for ending up in the preps, and then being cast out. At least the queen bee's protected their own. Preps were so concerned with their image when everything happened that they completely shut her out. Their argument was that her whole family was a mess. Her brother was a doofus, her older sister was a messy party animal, and her parents did that. Well ... her mother. "All yours, it's not like they're permanent" said the girl as she turned her attention back to her phone. There was no need for them to talk. The professor stood at the front of the class, "Look next to you and you will see an up and coming doctor, and your closest friend for the rest of the semester. Working in a hospital is a team effort. You need to learn to be collaborative. Most of you have spent the last few years working on your own to be the best. Now it is time to share that with someone else. No trades. If you have a special case you can see me after class." Willow let out a huff of air. She had no valid reasons that she couldn't work with Marshall. If anything it would make a bad impression on the professor. She spiraled for the entire lecture, luckily there would be a recording posted later. As she packed up her things she turned to Marshall, "You better take this seriously" she said looking at him sternly. There was no way he was going to mess anything up for her.
"Fair enough, I guess." Marshall furrowed his brows at Willow as she focussed on her phone. He made a mental note not to sit near her next class. Maybe he was jumping the gun, but he felt like she was already acting stuck up. As if being seated next to him was such a hassle. To be fair, he didn't want to be around her either, but he wasn't going to be rude. This wasn't about her though, this was about getting his degree. He held back on rolling his eyes once the professor started up their lecture. If only he had made it to class earlier so he could sit somewhere else. Was he going to blame this on his coach buddies instead of taking responsibility for his poor decisions? Absolutely. They know Marshall won't turn down drinks, they were practically setting him up for failure. There was no way he was going to make a scene and demand that he work with someone else. He was always up for a challenge, and he always excelled in the end. Willow Hobbes was not going to be the downfall of his future career, yeah right. As he was packing up everything to leave, Marshall glared over at her. She was already making unnecessary comments, this semester was going to be a nightmare. Some people were shocked to find out how smart Marshall actually was, sometimes Marshall was surprised himself. But being successful mattered to him, failure was never an option. "Why wouldn't I? If anything, you should consider yourself lucky that you're working with me." he said with confidence. "But I won't be carrying you the entire semester, sweetheart."
God, Marshall Wake might have the smuggest face on the whole planet earth. She remembered her friends thinking he was so cute, but honestly ... Willow was more team Charlie if she had to pick from that group of boys. Maybe even Bryce on a day she was really self loathing. "I don't know how you're going to carry me all semester while you're double fisting at the bars with the coaches, darling" said Willow, smirking at him. She had been working a late shift at the diner when she was in dropping off fries for her bartender friend. If she had known Marshall was in her program, she would have hidden even more than she did. At the sheer sight of anyone from her high school years she ducked for cover. It was one of the reasons she preferred the late shift. The worst people that came into the diner at those hours were Delilah and her little friends, and honestly they weren't too bad if you gave them a family discount. "I'll consider myself lucky to be working with you when I see blood sweat and tears of yours going into our assignments" she said, turning her nose up at him, rolling her eyes. She handed him a piece of paper with her number on it, "text me when you're ready to schedule" said Willow, reluctant to release the numbered paper to him.
Marshall was visibly taken back by Willow's comment. For a second there, he had questioned whether he brought up what he did last night. But he remembered seeing her at the bar, mainly because one of his coworkers talked about her for a second as she passed by. He brought up how unfortunate it was that she was a Hobbes because she was just so hot, as if she was simply wasted potential at this point. It sucked that people were still bringing up her family when that incident happened years ago, but it wasn't surprising. Marshall never really entertained it though. He was aware of his social standing in town, and how his friends were practically the only reason he was let off easy. "I'm really flattered that you're keeping tabs on me. Never knew you were so interested." he smirked right back at her as he spoke. Marshall grabbed the piece of paper and looked at the number, "I mean I'm right here. I'm ready to make schedules when you are, unless you have somewhere to be. I wouldn't want to cut into anything, even though this is a top priority of mine and I'd hope the same for you." He was basically messing with her at this point, but he couldn't help it.
"Listen up, Marshall Wake. My intention is never to flatter you, and just a reminder that this is a strictly professional relationship" she said with a sneer. Willow was not amused by his flirty nature at all, it felt like it was all to make fun of her. She sucked her teeth before answering, "It's just as much a priority of mine as it is for you. We can meet for a half hour before class and around an hour after class. If we have projects we'll plan accordingly. Does that work for you? Or is that too much for your social calendar?" she said making strong eye contact with him. She wasn't backing down from anything, not for him. This was going to be a very long semester, that was for sure.
Marshall couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing Willow speak. It almost got a laugh out of him. As if he'd want anything further from a professional relationship with her, he didn't want that to begin with. She seemed like such headache already. "Well let's not flatter yourself now. I guess I should make it very clear that I'm not interested, so sorry." he said with a sarcastic grin on his face. Sure her attitude was unbearable, but Marshall couldn't help but poke fun while he could. He narrowed his eyes down at Willow, making sure not to break eye contact. "Works perfect for me." Marshall was no stranger to having a lot on his plate, but now there was a certain fire under him. He was going to show Willow Hobbes just how determined he was.
Willow knew she was hot. Even with everything going on with her family ... her hookup life didn't really stop. Her dating life took a sudden halt, but people still liked her for her beauty. Getting away for college had been such a dream, her life resumed again. Being stuck back here was such a low blow for her ego and for her dating life. "No need to apologize, you're not my type" said Willow, matching his sarcastic grin. This boy had probably never been turned down in his life. "Sounds like a plan" she said, keeping her nose turned up as she put on her bag and headed out, rage fueling her. She was going to be very prepared for their next meeting even though there was only the syllabus to look at. //END
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School reunion
Written for JayDick-Hell as a part of the Jaydick Winter Blahs Fic Exchange.
Prompt: It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me
The night was going well for Jason; his men completed drug raids with added bonuses, nobody that wasn’t supposed to got hurt, Batman stayed out of his way; so of course the Golden Boy was waiting at Jason’s apartment for Red Hood to get back home.
For a second Jason contemplated shooting him, but decided it wasn’t worth having to clean the blood or worse – abandoning the apartment.
“Hey, Jay,” Dick greeted him casually, like he didn’t just break into the house of a crime oriented former Robin. In his civvies no less.
“What do you want?” Red Hood growled walking past the couch and his not-brother lounging on it to his bedroom to shed his gear.
“Can’t I just visit my favorite little brother?”
Jason dropped his guns and helmet in shock and rounded on Dick to stare at him in disbelief.
Dick send him a small, uncertain smile, eyes darting away and to Jason never settling on anything more than a few seconds.
Jason squinted at him suspiciously. Dick was acting weird and the show of vulnerability just added to Red Hood’s unease. Whatever he wanted, Dick knew Jason wasn’t going to like it and unfortunately for him no matter how much buttering up the Golden Child did wasn’t going to change that.
“Talk or get out,” Red Hood ground out, crossing his arms irritably.
Dick dropped his head, huffing out a nervous laugh. In the next second he lifted his head slightly, peering at Jason from behind the bangs of dark hair, biting his lip.
Jason viciously stomped on the thought of how adorable Dick looked like that.
“Will you be my date?” the older of the two asked quietly.
“Excuse me?” Jason blinked taken aback.
Dick jumped to his feet and started pacing a little to burn off some of the nervous energy. He flapped his hands around as he tried to explain to Red Hood why he needed a date in the first place. He sounded like he wanted to convince not only Jason but himself too, but the younger male decided to cut him some slack, because him even asking Jason to pretend to be his boyfriend was too bizarre to be real. Even if Jason wished it to be real.
“I have a case I’m working on,” Dick said, “and it turned out one of my acquaintances from high school is involved. But it would be suspicious if I just showed up out of the blue, especially when they would learn I was a cop. Fortunately in a few days I have a school reunion and they would be there. It’s a perfect opportunity to snoop around a bit and I would appreciate some backup.”
“Why don’t you take the Replacement?” Jason asked. “Or Babs? Anyone from the long line of your friends?”
“Tim is too young,” Dick shook his head. “Babs went there too so she’s known and her being Commissioner’s daughter would make things more difficult. And everybody else is busy.”
“I’m busy too,” Jason pointed put.
“Please?” big blue eyes begged him. “I really could use the help. Besides,” Dick added, a blush started to redden his cheeks. Jason watched, fascinated. “This is one of the events where you’re supposed to bring a hot date with you.”
It took a few seconds for Jason’s brain to process what was just said, but then Red Hood smirked confidently.
“You think I’m hot, Sweetheart?” Jason drawled.
Dick’s blush deepened, but he maintained eye contact resolutely.
“So, will you?” the older man demanded plaintively.
“There better be a lot of food, Goldie,” Jason agreed indirectly. “And booze.”
Dick’s smile lit up the whole room and left Red Hood dazed enough, that he barely reacted as Dick danced away with an excuse of not bothering him any further and that he will text him the details later.
It was how Jason found himself at the manor four days later, dressed in an expensive suit that – according to Kori and Roy – accented his hotness, tugging at the tie to get rid of the choking feeling at his throat. He came to pick Dick up, but apparently the Golden Boy wasn’t ready yet so Jason was forced to wait for him in his former home and hope that other Bats had the sense to stay away from him.
Red Hood wasn’t so lucky apparently.
“Huh,” Tim hummed with his mouth full, looking Jason up and down. “After your spiel about how you hate us all I didn’t think you would agree to this,” he commented after he swallowed whatever he was eating.
“What is it to you?” Red Hood sneered. “I’m always up for a case with ass kicking, free food and drinks.”
Tim blinked at him in confusion and then smirked with amusement.
“There’s no case, Jason,” he revealed.
“What?!” Red Hood’s jaw dropped. No it couldn’t be, the Replacement had to be lying, but Jason couldn’t think of any reason why he would do that. “But Dick said...” he trailed off, realizing he had been played. The fucker, Jason thought betrayed and angry, when I’ll get my hands on him…
“Dick wanted you to be his date,” Tim said, derailing Jason’s thoughts of murder of the eldest son of the Bat. “Apparently he assumed you wouldn’t agree if he just asked you outright.”
What? Red Hood stared at his replacement, mouth opening and closing without any sound. Dick wanted Jason to be his date? What did it mean?
“Jay!” Dick shouted excitedly from the top of the stairs. “You came!” he sounded a touch surprised, but it did nothing to dim his wide, happy grin as the acrobat bounded down the stairs in his hurry to plaster himself against Jason in a hug.
Jason’s arms automatically went up to hug Dick back, while his mind still tired to process the new information it was given. Did the Golden Child, the mighty Nightwing liked a street rat like Jason Todd in a romantic way? Jason was afraid to even hope.
“Let’s just crack that case of yours,” Red Hood said, pulling away.
“Yeah, the case, right,” Dick agreed, releasing him reluctantly. His smile dimmed a little and he shuffled awkwardly like Jason just reminded him this was not a real date.
Holy shit, Dick wanted it to be a real date!
Jason grinned like a shark. Oh, this was going to be great!
“So?” he prompted. “Let’s go,” he elaborated as Dick blinked up at him in confusion.
“Oh, of course!” the acrobat let out a painfully fake laugh and practically fled the manor. “See yea, Timmy.”
Red Hood turned to the Replacement, waggling his eyebrows and found him glaring at him protectively. He snorted and waved, following Dick out.
Jason’s plan on having fun was tampered slightly by one fact. On the way to the event Dick was kind of nervous and Red Hood got the feeling it had nothing to do with him or the fake-real date situation. No. When they got to their destination and Dick got all quiet and tense Jason realized why. Dick was scared. Dick Grayson, the social butterfly, the man who could and would laugh in the face of worst criminals the world had to offer and then some, was afraid.
Now Jason wasn’t stupid and guessed the probable cause almost immediately. He wasn’t a stranger to being bullied in school, but he didn’t had the chance to attend his classes too long. Dick however had the full experience and apparently it was bad. And the fact that Dick could have taken down his tormentors in a few seconds flat but couldn’t had to add the salt to injury.
For a moment Jason wondered why Dick even went to this reunion. Then some flashes of the cameras light up the surroundings and, yeah, right. Dick Grayson was a public person, it would be suspicious if he didn’t show to this party and the following scandal that was sure to be created by the gossip columns just wasn’t worth it. But that meant Dick couldn’t do anything if whoever had tormented him didn’t grow the fuck up and tried something for the same reasons.
Suddenly Jason’s role in this mess became clear to him. Dick didn’t want to take anyone else with him not only because he wanted Jason, but because they were widely known as well and had certain expectations to fulfill in the public eye. But Jason? Jason was nobody. He had a clean slate and could be practically anyone he wanted and do whatever he wanted. And having his hot date punching people in Dick’s defense was a lot more manageable scandal than the possible others.
Still, it didn’t make Red Hood any less irritated that the Golden Boy wasn’t upfront with him about the situation and still proceeded to have his fun, but keeping a more attentive eye on Dick through the evening. The Golden Boy was adorably flustered when Jason did nice things for him like bringing him some food or drink or whisking him away from highly uncomfortable conversations playing the good boyfriend card harder than was strictly necessary. Other than those random moments Jason left Dick alone stating, despite Nightwing’s dismay, that he won’t interfere with Dick’s reconnecting with his peers and went to mingle and pretend to fish for a non existent information. Red Hood caught a few wistful glances Dick send his way, but did nothing about it. Let Dick stew in the reality of his own making.
Ever since their entrance they both gathered jealous looks from some people. Dick more than Jason and hell, if it didn’t make Red Hood preen. In the course of the evening, Jason got hit on five times already. He let himself flirt a little, but ultimately turned the suitors down. One of them, a pretty woman just left with a huff she couldn’t quite hide when Jason glanced to check on Dick and found him all tense and posed to retreat.
At first Dick was too nervous, so Jason stuck close to him, reminding him of his presence. As the evening progressed the acrobat relaxed more and more and Red Hood decided he would be fine on his own and increased the distance between them. But now a single man had Nightwing jumping into flight mode in an instant. So this was it then. Jason finished his drink in one gulp and made his way over. It was his time to shine.
Despite everything Dick was having a good time. There were a few bumps here and there, but he managed to get through them on his own or with Jason’s help. However all good things didn’t last, not in this company at least, so Dick was hardly surprised to hear a posh snotty voice – even snottier than Damian’s and that was saying something – slightly deeper than he remembered calling his name. With dread he turned around and his fears were confirmed as he came face to face with his high school nemesis – Nathan Canavan.
“It is you, Grayson,” Nathan sneered. “Still living off of Wayne’s money like the charity case you are, I see. You have to be really good for Wayne to keep you this long.” He eyed Dick up and down making the acrobat feel dirty just from that, “I can see the appeal.”
Dick contemplated just fleeing the scene, but a hand landed on his lower back rubbing soothing circles and a solid body plastered itself along his right side. Dick leaned against it gratefully, instantly feeling better and grinning inwardly in delight as Nathan’s eyes widened in fear.
Canavan was solidly build, he was Dick’s height but had more muscle mass than the acrobat, making him bigger and probably stronger. Clearly he was counting on that as he approached Grayson to do whatever he had planned. But Jason was still taller and bigger, especially when he puffed out his chest, making the seams of his shirt scream in protest as his muscles buffed out in already too tight clothes.
“Who’s your friend, Sweetheart?” Jason drawled, sneaking a possessive arm around Dick’s waist making him shiver.
“Jason,” Dick allowed a fraction of the smug grin appear on his face, “this is Nathan Canavan.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Red Hood stated pleasantly, extending his hand.
“Likewise,” Nathan replied faintly, paling as Jason put far more strength into the handshake that was considered polite accompanied by a warning glare.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Jason apologized, “but Dick expects a call in a minute, so we need to find someplace quiet.”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Canavan stammered hurriedly. “I was just leaving anyway, just came over to say ‘hi’.”
“Mhm,” Red Hood hummed and tugged Dick outside of the ball room, through the back entrance to the cool air outside.
Dick didn’t even know he was shaking until Jason leaned against the railing and pulled him flush against him, rubbing his hands along his spine, murmuring soothing nothings.
“Thank you,” the acrobat leaned back when he felt steady enough, but Jason kept him trapped, looping his arms around his waist loosely.
They looked each other in the eyes, the air around them suddenly charged with something.
“Jason?” Dick asked in confusion as he realized Red Hood’s face was getting closer to his own.
Hot mouth collided gently with his own, sending a shock of electricity through Dicks’ body. His lips parted automatically, but before Jason could take advantage of the invitation Dick pulled away abruptly, remembering.
Jason hummed questioningly.
Dick looked down, guilty and ashamed.
“I lied,” he confessed.
“I know,” Red Hood said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement.
“There isn’t a case,” Dick continued.
“I know,” Jason repeated.
Dick didn’t register what he said, too determined to explain himself fully.
“I just wanted you to be my date. Not just today, but period.”
Jason smiled fondly and gently hooked a finger under other man’s chin to lift his head up. He leaned in closer.
“I know,” he stated and placed another kiss on those plush lips.
It took Dick a few seconds to pull back again this time.
“What?” he asked with wide blue eyes, shocked and yet hopeful.
“Can I kiss you?” Jason huffed out with an irritated breath.
“Y-yes,” Dick replied breathlessly. “But-”
“Good,” Jason purred, pulling Dick closer. “Kissing time now, shut up.”
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Finance TV Shows in 2019: The Full Round-Up
A few short years ago, the landscape of “finance tv shows” consisted of a bottomless black hole.
That black hole resembled the exit opportunities available to mid-level investment bankers, but was even less entertaining.
There were plenty of shows about dragons, drug dealers, and advertising agencies, but nothing about hedge fund managers, traders, or private equity titans.
But the TV landscape changes quickly, and in the past year alone, there have been at least three new or continuing shows set in the finance industry.
Those shows are Billions (Showtime), Succession (HBO), and Black Monday (Showtime), and I liked all of them, to varying degrees.
Here’s my mini-review for each one – but first, a word about the challenges that all finance TV shows face:
Finance TV Shows: Got Emotional Stakes?
Back when we were thinking about producing Season 2 of Cost of Capital, I met with a writer who had worked on Law & Order to brainstorm story ideas.
He explained why the producers on that show often avoided financial stories:
“You’re doing something challenging here. On Law & Order, they tried to avoid stories with purely financial goals/desires because it was too difficult to establish the emotional stakes. And it’s hard to make people on either side of a conflict about money sympathetic.”
Most books, shows, and movies attempt to solve this problem with one of the following:
Make the protagonist a “fish out of water” who comes from modest means and is trying to break into the world of finance (e.g., the original Wall Street).
Make the story about oddballs and quirky characters who have their own problems and who then try to take down the system (e.g., The Big Short).
Take a character from privilege/wealth, remove the character’s advantages, put him in a different setting, and see what happens (e.g., Trading Places).
Or, go the “drugs and hookers” route and film a bunch of crazy people stealing money and doing cocaine all the time (e.g., The Wolf of Wall Street and Boiler Room).
These techniques help, but if a show or movie is overly reliant on them, they can come across as clichés.
In light of these challenges, I judge finance TV shows based on:
Characters: Do I care about the characters? Are there stakes beyond “make more money”? If the characters are not likable, are they at least interesting (ex: Tony Soprano)?
Story: Is the story surprising but logical? If the story is strictly “logical,” it’s often boring, and if it’s too “surprising,” it often has glaring plot holes that take you out of the world. The best stories surprise you initially but are obvious in hindsight.
Learning: Do I learn something new about the finance industry by watching? Or does the show at least present well-worn themes through a new lens?
And now to the mini-reviews:
Finance TV Shows: Billions (Seasons 1 – 3)
I reviewed Season 1 of Billions a few years ago, and I’m happy to say that the show has improved a lot since then.
If you haven’t seen it, Billions is about a hedge find titan, Bobby Axelrod (played by Damian Lewis), and an up-and-coming U.S. Attorney, Chuck Rhoades (Paul Giamatti), who goes after him for insider trading.
Of course, the U.S. Attorney’s wife also happens to be a “performance coach” at Axelrod’s hedge fund (Axe Capital), which creates the initial conflict.
Season 1 of the show was OK, but came up short in the “Characters” department.
Chuck Rhoades is a spoiled rich kid who irks everyone he meets, and Bobby Axelrod is a billionaire who made his fortune through shady-to-illegal activities.
Not only were they both unsympathetic, but they also weren’t that interesting.
Season 2 and 3 improved upon this premise by fleshing out the main characters and also by introducing an up-and-comer in the hedge fund world (Taylor Mason) who has a talent for investing but a naivete about the business.
I won’t spoil story details here, but by the end of Season 2, one character makes a “sacrifice” that makes him/her more sympathetic and adds depth by forcing him/her to make a tough choice.
By the end of Season 3, another character makes a major decision about how to deal with an “enemy” that shows this character is flawed, but still has some redemptive qualities.
Meanwhile, the series resists the urge to play out the same situations and conflicts over and over again – unlike police or medical procedurals.
Instead, character relationships keep shifting as allies become enemies and frenemies become friends… or regress to enemies.
That said, Billions still does a few things that drive me crazy:
Dialogue filled with elaborate metaphors, as if people constantly reference Greek mythology or Yankees infielders from the 1978 World Series when speaking to friends.
Stories that require a high suspension of disbelief (think: “Look at this clever strategy I just used to win – but I had to know in advance that Events A, B, and C would happen for it to work”). They’re surprising, but the logic is sometimes questionable.
Stereotypical characters and social commentary. The Attorney General, “Jock” Jeffcoat, is particularly bad on this count. A gun-toting conservative from Texas who uses dead coyotes to make points to his subordinates… right.
Season 4 starts on March 17th, and I’m looking forward to it.
I might even make a drinking game out of it and take a shot every time a character makes an obscure cultural reference.
Finance TV Shows: Succession (Season 1)
Succession came out of nowhere and truly surprised me.
You could describe it as “Game of Thrones meets modern corporate America.”
The series is about the Roy family, owners of a global media conglomerate (Waystar Royco) who fight for control of the company when the founder and family patriarch, Logan Roy, runs into health issues.
The Roys are inspired by real-life media-conglomerate families like the Murdochs, Redstones, Hearsts, and Maxwells.
Logan Roy is a cutthroat and competent executive, while his kids are… not so competent.
One is a “former” drug addict, one has the attention span of a 5-year-old on a sugar high, one is a consultant to “professional liars” (i.e., politicians), and one lives as a man-child on a ranch in New Mexico and dreams of starting a podcast on Napoleonic history.
The finance industry comes into the story in a big way because a private equity firm gets involved with the succession struggle and attempts to make a power grab, starting with the acquisition of a minority stake in Waystar Royco.
Amid this struggle, there are affairs, backstabbing, secret plotting, and even a Bernie Sanders-like politician who goes after the Logan family.
When I heard the premise for Succession, I was extremely skeptical.
“Oh, great,” I thought, “yet another show about unlikeable people betraying each other. After The Sopranos, Breaking Bad, and Game of Thrones, do we need more of this?”
But the answer turned out to be “yes” because I ended up really, really liking the show.
It works because it’s funny; it’s more of a black comedy than a pure drama, with equal parts satire and serious conflict.
Also, even though the characters are initially unlikable, they become more likable and interesting over time as the show demonstrates that wealth and power do not resolve fundamental human issues.
Watching the episodes, Tolstoy’s famous line from Anna Karenina came to mind:
“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
Despite their wealth, the Roys are just another unhappy family – and each episode reveals a new dysfunction that makes them unhappy in a different way.
On the negative side, I’d point to:
Story Leaps – There were a few corporate maneuvers (think: hidden loans, giant scandals covered up over decades, etc.) that tugged my “suspension of disbelief” strings.
Dreariness – The comedic aspects did not come through quite as strongly in the first few episodes, and I kept thinking, “OK, can we please get one sympathetic character… just one, please.”
But, overall, I was pleasantly surprised, and I’m looking forward to Season 2.
Finance TV Shows: Black Monday (Season 1 in progress)
Black Monday, a new Showtime series that’s in the middle of its first season as I write this, officially takes us from “black comedy” to straight “comedy.”
This one stars Don Cheadle as Maurice Monroe, or “Mo the Marauder,” who heads a prop trading firm called “The Jammer Group” in the 1980s.
The series follows the traders at this firm, who were somehow responsible for Black Monday in October 1987, when stock markets around the world crashed by 20%+ in a single day.
Along with Don Cheadle are Andrew Rannells as Blair Pfaff, a fresh grad from Wharton who has developed an amazing trading algorithm and is leveraging it to win job offers, and Regina Hall as Dawn Darcy, the top trader at the Jammer Group.
Black Monday is a fun, completely over-the-top portrayal of the 1980s on Wall Street.
If The Wolf of Wall Street were made into a TV series, it would resemble this show.
It’s not at all surprising that Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg directed the pilot, as it’s a tonal match for many of their films.
If you’re easily offended by sexist, boorish, and completely ridiculous behavior and comments, you should not watch this show; it’s set 30 years before the #MeToo movement, and it feels more like 300 years before.
You’re unlikely to learn much about finance by watching this one, but you will learn about the atmosphere of the industry in the 1980s.
That said, I still enjoyed the six episodes of Black Monday I’ve seen so far.
In a comedy, you can get away with almost anything as long as the audience laughs, which explains this show’s appeal.
There doesn’t appear to be much substance at first, but that changes a few episodes in as the series begins to address issues like the glass ceiling, the underrepresentation of women, and the computerized and automated trading that would eventually disrupt the whole industry.
My favorite quote is spoken by Maurice to Blair, as he explains why the fresh grad lost $50,000 trading on his first day:
“Your little algorithm doesn’t work so well against real traders, huh? Pro-tip kid – computers, don’t make trades, okay? Men do.”
If only he could steal a DeLorean time machine from another 1980s movie and see what trading is like today.
Finance TV Shows: Top-Tier Television?
It’s difficult to compare these shows because they’re all quite different, despite sharing topics and themes.
And, not to be a TV snob, but I wouldn’t consider any of them to be “top-tier series” – i.e., do not go in expecting The Wire, Breaking Bad, The Leftovers, etc.
But they’re all enjoyable shows that improve from start to finish.
If you want an authentic flavor of the hedge fund world and you don’t mind ridiculous dialogue, check out Billions.
If you want a black comedy about a dysfunctional family that’s entertaining but sometimes a bit too dreary, check out Succession.
And if you fantasize about doing cocaine at the office and buying expensive cars, start binging Black Monday.
Finance TV shows have come a long way, and they’re not nearly as bleak as exit opportunities for mid-level bankers anymore.
I’d say they’re almost up to the standard of Associate exit opportunities, and with time, they might even reach the Analyst level.
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Afternoon MAGAthread: YOUR WEEKLY PRESIDENTIAL RECAP!
HAPPY SUNDAY GUNDAY DEPLORABLES!
This is u/IvaginaryFriend here to deliver all things spicy and dank from the past week! Before we get into that, if you guys haven't noticed already we have a BRAND NEW super dank Christmas header designed by one of our very own 'pedes!!! So I'd like to give a special shout out to u/rocky_smiles for not only being the winner of the header contest, but for helping us deck out our DOM in the best way possible!
As always, if you happened to miss any past recaps you can check those out here!
Sunday, December 9th:
🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:
On 245 occasions, former FBI Director James Comey told House investigators he didn’t know, didn’t recall, or couldn’t remember things when asked. Opened investigations on 4 Americans (not 2) - didn’t know who signed off and didn’t know Christopher Steele. All lies!
Leakin’ James Comey must have set a record for who lied the most to Congress in one day. His Friday testimony was so untruthful! This whole deal is a Rigged Fraud headed up by dishonest people who would do anything so that I could not become President. They are now exposed!
The Trump Administration has accomplished more than any other U.S. Administration in its first two (not even) years of existence, & we are having a great time doing it! All of this despite the Fake News Media, which has gone totally out of its mind-truly the Enemy of the People!
I am in the process of interviewing some really great people for the position of White House Chief of Staff. Fake News has been saying with certainty it was Nick Ayers, a spectacular person who will always be with our #MAGA agenda. I will be making a decision soon!
SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:
I’m surprised worldnews allowed that top comment to stay
Depends on the situation
Interesting...
Reddit is unbelievably petty.
🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:
The Left
You guys, I just found a 10-year old homophobic tweet from Elizabeth Warren!!!
They really need to start teaching basic logical thinking in schools.
Every time a Mueller announcement hits the Front Page of Reddit.
Monday, December 10th:
🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:
“Democrats can’t find a Smocking Gun tying the Trump campaign to Russia after James Comey’s testimony. No Smocking Gun...No Collusion.” @FoxNews That’s because there was NO COLLUSION. So now the Dems go to a simple private transaction, wrongly call it a campaign contribution,... ... ....which it was not (but even if it was, it is only a CIVIL CASE, like Obama’s - but it was done correctly by a lawyer and there would not even be a fine. Lawyer’s liability if he made a mistake, not me). Cohen just trying to get his sentence reduced. WITCH HUNT!
James Comey’s behind closed doors testimony reveals that “there was not evidence of Campaign Collusion” with Russia when he left the FBI. In other words, the Witch Hunt is illegal and should never have been started!
“Former FBI Director James Comey under fire for his testimony acknowledging he knew that the Democrats paid for that phony Trump Dossier.” @LouDobbs Details on Tuesday night.
SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:
3.5 Million People Drop Off Food Stamps Under Trump
There’s a reason the MSM and entertainment industry don’t celebrate real heroes anymore: it would expose the shallowness and vacuousness of the icons they parade in front of us.
US steel industry booming after Trump's tariffs
Italy Walks Out on UN Migration Meeting Saying National Borders are No Business of the UN
FITTON: MASSIVE. Benghazi scandal is back. Court questions whether Benghazi motivated Clinton email cover-up.
Veritas Lawsuit Makes First Amendment HISTORY: Changes MA. Recording Law
🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:
Dirty Cop
This right here could easily fund the wall.
Ben Garrison is a National Treasure!!!! HAHAAHAHAAAA!!!!
Bring back these deplatformed nationalists!
Tuesday, December 11th:
TODAY'S ACTION:
Two Nominations Sent to the Senate
President Donald J. Trump Announces Intent to Nominate and Appoint Individuals to Key Administration Posts
President Trump Speaks to the Project Safe Neighborhoods National Conference
President Trump signs H.R. 390
President Trump Meets with the Senate Minority Leader and the House Speaker-Designate
🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:
Despite the large Caravans that WERE forming and heading to our Country, people have not been able to get through our newly built Walls, makeshift Walls & Fences, or Border Patrol Officers & Military. They are now staying in Mexico or going back to their original countries....... ... .....Ice, Border Patrol and our Military have done a FANTASTIC job of securing our Southern Border. A Great Wall would be, however, a far easier & less expensive solution. We have already built large new sections & fully renovated others, making them like new. The Democrats,..... ... ....however, for strictly political reasons and because they have been pulled so far left, do NOT want Border Security. They want Open Borders for anyone to come in. This brings large scale crime and disease. Our Southern Border is now Secure and will remain that way....... ... .....I look forward to my meeting with Chuck Schumer & Nancy Pelosi. In 2006, Democrats voted for a Wall, and they were right to do so. Today, they no longer want Border Security. They will fight it at all cost, and Nancy must get votes for Speaker. But the Wall will get built... ... ....People do not yet realize how much of the Wall, including really effective renovation, has already been built. If the Democrats do not give us the votes to secure our Country, the Military will build the remaining sections of the Wall. They know how important it is!
Great job by Michael Anton on @foxandfriends. A true National Security expert!
Very productive conversations going on with China! Watch for some important announcements!
Fake News has it purposely wrong. Many, over ten, are vying for and wanting the White House Chief of Staff position. Why wouldn’t someone want one of the truly great and meaningful jobs in Washington. Please report news correctly. Thank you!
James Comey just totally exposed his partisan stance by urging his fellow Democrats to take back the White House in 2020. In other words, he is and has been a Democrat. Comey had no right heading the FBI at any time, but especially after his mind exploded!
“I don’t care what you think of the President...it cannot bleed over to the FBI...Comey is confirming there is bias in the FBI...” -Chris Swecker
Thanks to Leader McConnell for agreeing to bring a Senate vote on Criminal Justice this week! These historic changes will make communities SAFER and SAVE tremendous taxpayers dollars. It brings much needed hope to many families during the Holiday Season.
SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:
Caught in the wild!
LIVE: Alex Jones and Roger Stone make their stand in Congress
Trump clashes with Pelosi, Schumer on border security in explosive Oval Office meeting | Fox News
Google CEO Admits: After an exhaustive study - they found only $4,700 that was spent by Russian firms to advertise with Google. Thats right - less than 5k is the "Russian Collusion"
FITTON: MASSIVE. Benghazi scandal is back. Court questions whether Benghazi motivated Clinton email cover-up.
🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:
Learn the difference.
Cuck Schumer has been a career politician. Today he was forced to actually have a discussion..ON LIVE TV! It went badly for him. If he’s not standing at the podium speaking to a captive audience he’s a FUCKING JOKE!!!!
Future prediction
Wednesday, December 12th:
TODAY'S ACTION:
President Donald J. Trump Announces Intent to Nominate Personnel to Key Administration Posts
Executive Order on Establishing the White House Opportunity and Revitalization Council
President Trump Participates in a Signing Event for an Executive Order
🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:
Another very bad terror attack in France. We are going to strengthen our borders even more. Chuck and Nancy must give us the votes to get additional Border Security!
The Democrats and President Obama gave Iran 150 Billion Dollars and got nothing, but they can’t give 5 Billion Dollars for National Security and a Wall?
.@FLOTUS Melania will be interviewed by @SeanHannity tonight on @FoxNews at 9:00pmE!
SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:
EXCUSE THE F*CK OUT OF YOU! NO! NOT YOURS! WE DEFINITELY DON'T WANT ANY OF YOU EXTORTIONISTS NOW! Migrant group demands President Trump either let them into US or pay them each $50G to turn around.
Capitol Police arrest 138 far-leftists outside Nancy Pelosi’s office , , , BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Flynn says FBI pushed him not to have lawyer present during interview
Secret Service hand delivers letter, signed photo from President Trump to Ohio 10-year-old with brain tumor. The president signed the photo, “I love you, President Trump.”
Low IQ Mika apologizes for calling Mike Pompeo a "wannabe dictator’s buttboy." Kevin Hart lost his Oscar gig over an old comedy routine where he used a "gay slur." Heisman Trophy winner Kyler Murphy is being attacked for calling a friend "queer"when he was 14. And this bitch is just going to walk?
🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:
I couldn't be there in person, so my wife asked FLOTUS for a picture with a photo of me.
FLOTUS is Rockin' It!
LOOK AT IT, CHUCK!
It really do be like that sometimes
😡 Democrat Priorities 😡
Thursday, December 13th:
TODAY'S ACTION:
Three Nominations Sent to the Senate
President Trump's Message on Border Security
First Lady Melania Trump Participates in a Toys for Tots Event
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I often stated, “One way or the other, Mexico is going to pay for the Wall.” This has never changed. Our new deal with Mexico (and Canada), the USMCA, is so much better than the old, very costly & anti-USA NAFTA deal, that just by the money we save, MEXICO IS PAYING FOR THE WALL!
I never directed Michael Cohen to break the law. He was a lawyer and he is supposed to know the law. It is called “advice of counsel,” and a lawyer has great liability if a mistake is made. That is why they get paid. Despite that many campaign finance lawyers have strongly...... ... ....stated that I did nothing wrong with respect to campaign finance laws, if they even apply, because this was not campaign finance. Cohen was guilty on many charges unrelated to me, but he plead to two campaign charges which were not criminal and of which he probably was not... ... ....guilty even on a civil basis. Those charges were just agreed to by him in order to embarrass the president and get a much reduced prison sentence, which he did-including the fact that his family was temporarily let off the hook. As a lawyer, Michael has great liability to me!
They gave General Flynn a great deal because they were embarrassed by the way he was treated - the FBI said he didn’t lie and they overrode the FBI. They want to scare everybody into making up stories that are not true by catching them in the smallest of misstatements. Sad!...... ... WITCH HUNT!
If it was a Conservative that said what “crazed” Mika Brzezinski stated on her show yesterday, using a certain horrible term, that person would be banned permanently from television.... ... ....She will probably be given a pass, despite their terrible ratings. Congratulations to @RichardGrenell, our great Ambassador to Germany, for having the courage to take this horrible issue on!
Just did an interview with @HARRISFAULKNER on @FoxNews, airing now (1pmE.) Enjoy!
Happy 382nd Birthday @USNationalGuard. Our entire Nation is forever grateful for all you do 24/7/365. We love you! #Guard382
Today, it was my honor to welcome our Nation’s newly elected Governors to the @WhiteHouse!
Let’s not do a shutdown, Democrats - do what’s right for the American People!
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OP of the 'Reddit is full of gullible left wing people who think they are morally superior' here
Trump Shares Old Videos Of Schumer, Hillary, Obama Supporting Border Security
Clinton Foundation was never a charity
REPORT: DOJ Inspector General Discovers 19,000 Missing Strzok-Page Text Messages
CLINTON FOUNDATION INVESTIGATION - HOUSE OVERSIGHT COMMITTEE - LIVE
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Trump cancels White House Christmas party for the press.
TFW someone calls the Clinton Foundation a charitable foundation
When your wife complains you've been sitting in the bathroom browsing T_D for way too long...
Can we show some love to the Heros at Judicial Watch? May God bless Them and their Families
Friday, December 14th:
TODAY'S ACTION:
President Donald J. Trump Announces Intent to Nominate and Appoint Individuals to Key Administration Posts
Presidential Proclamation on Wright Brothers Day, 2018
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China just announced that their economy is growing much slower than anticipated because of our Trade War with them. They have just suspended U.S. Tariff Hikes. U.S. is doing very well. China wants to make a big and very comprehensive deal. It could happen, and rather soon!
Many people have asked how we are doing in our negotiations with North Korea - I always reply by saying we are in no hurry, there is wonderful potential for great economic success for that country.... ... ....Kim Jong Un sees it better than anyone and will fully take advantage of it for his people. We are doing just fine!
Thank you to @tim_cook for agreeing to expand operations in the U.S. and thereby creating thousands of jobs!
I am pleased to announce that Mick Mulvaney, Director of the Office of Management & Budget, will be named Acting White House Chief of Staff, replacing General John Kelly, who has served our Country with distinction. Mick has done an outstanding job while in the Administration.... ... For the record, there were MANY people who wanted to be the White House Chief of Staff. Mick M will do a GREAT job!
As I predicted all along, Obamacare has been struck down as an UNCONSTITUTIONAL disaster! Now Congress must pass a STRONG law that provides GREAT healthcare and protects pre-existing conditions. Mitch and Nancy, get it done!
Wow, but not surprisingly, ObamaCare was just ruled UNCONSTITUTIONAL by a highly respected judge in Texas. Great news for America!
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OUCH! CNN bitch slapped!
Sarah Sanders: ‘Democrats Have to Decide if They Love Our Country More Than They Hate This President
In response to order from a federal judge, Mueller is forced to release key documents on FBI interview with Michael Flynn, saying FBI agents “did not think Flynn was lying”, despite being unjustly charged
Judge Emmet G. Sullivan ordered DOJ to produce the FBI 302 of the FBI interview of Flynn. There is no 302 of the interview. Instead, there's a 302 of an interview of Strzok talking about the interview 6 months later.
r/Redacted Mods Remove Top Comment With 2,831 Points... Because It Does Not Fit Narrative
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Pillars of Peace!
President Trump and the First Lady make their entrance to the White House Christmas party
Today I became a US Citizen. I am so proud!!! 2020, I am ready!
“but muh child is suffering.. ! I demand 50,000 dollars or else..”
Mr President...I Can't!!!
Saturday, December 15th:
TODAY'S ACTION:
President Trump Delivers a Statement at Arlington National Cemetery
President Trump and the First Lady Deliver Remarks at the Congressional Ball
🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:
Secretary of the Interior @RyanZinke will be leaving the Administration at the end of the year after having served for a period of almost two years. Ryan has accomplished much during his tenure and I want to thank him for his service to our Nation....... ... .......The Trump Administration will be announcing the new Secretary of the Interior next week.
Never in the history of our Country has the “press” been more dishonest than it is today. Stories that should be good, are bad. Stories that should be bad, are horrible. Many stories, like with the REAL story on Russia, Clinton & the DNC, seldom get reported. Too bad!
The pathetic and dishonest Weekly Standard, run by failed prognosticator Bill Kristol (who, like many others, never had a clue), is flat broke and out of business. Too bad. May it rest in peace!
Wow, 19,000 Texts between Lisa Page and her lover, Peter S of the FBI, in charge of the Russia Hoax, were just reported as being wiped clean and gone. Such a big story that will never be covered by the Fake News. Witch Hunt!
SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:
Media Blackout After Trump Launches Urban Council To Invest $100 Billion in Black Communities
Since Kanye West is not on the plantation, MSM doesn;t want to hear what he has to say RE:"Mental Health" so Joe Rogan reaches out.
President Trump made an unannounced visit to Arlington National Cemetery today (photo 2/2)
"They marched into hell so that America could know the blessings of peace. They died so that freedom could live"
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Wild redpill in r/Jokes
B E N G A R R I S O N: Fake News, the Walls Are Closing In..
Flashback! This Tweet Deserves to be Framed and Hung in the Smithsonian.
President Trump, joined by Melania Trump, VP Mike Pence and Karen Pence, delivers remarks at the Congressional Ball, in the Grand Foyer of the White House.
Never change America.
WEEW LAD!
Of course, no recap would be complete without a few tunes to get you jamming through all this winning:
Baby It's Cold Outside
Last Christmas
Let It Snow!
Santa Baby
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Blue Christmas
MAGA ON PATRIOTS!
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CHICAGO | With Emanuel out, others could get in race for Chicago mayor
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CHICAGO | With Emanuel out, others could get in race for Chicago mayor
CHICAGO — Rahm Emanuel, whose tumultuous tenure as Chicago mayor included an infamous police shooting and a surge in violent crime, said in a surprise announcement that he would abandon his plan to seek a third term next year but gave no reason for the sudden change of heart.
Emanuel also led the effort to conduct the largest mass closing of neighborhood schools in American history and is credited with helping to stabilize the city’s finances through politically unpopular increases in taxes and fees.
The 58-year-old former White House chief of staff known for his pugnacious political style said only that he and his wife “look forward to writing that next chapter in our journey together.”
“This has been the job of a lifetime, but it is not a job for a lifetime,” the mayor said, reading prepared remarks at a news conference Tuesday where he was joined at the podium by his wife. He held her hand throughout the announcement.
Before becoming mayor in 2011, Emanuel was a Democratic congressman and chief of staff to President Barack Obama. In winning the city’s top office, he succeeded Richard M. Daley, who was mayor for more than 20 years, and won a second term in 2015.
Emanuel had been running and raising money for months in preparation for the February election. The Chicago Tribune said he had already amassed more than $10 million to campaign for another four-year term.
His announcement came the day before the start of jury selection for one of the biggest police-shooting trials in Chicago history, a case that seemed sure to renew questions about the city’s long effort to prevent the release of video showing white officer Jason Van Dyke shooting black teenager Laquan McDonald 16 times in 2014.
Many people asked whether Emanuel’s office delayed releasing the video to lessen the political damage.
“Imagine this trial is starting and what happened is going to get rehashed over and over and over again while you are in campaign mode,” said Delmarie Cobb, a media and political consultant and a vocal critic of the mayor.
David Axelrod, a friend of Emanuel’s who worked with him in Obama’s White House, disagreed. He said Emanuel told him of his decision not to run over the weekend.
“I think he was aware of the timing of the trial, and he was also aware of what he did and didn’t do. And I think he was comfortable about that,” Axelrod said. “His concerns … were about his own level of energy and freshness.”
A verdict in the officer’s favor or a hung jury could prompt another crisis in the city, angering many Chicagoans, inviting large protests and creating a volatile political atmosphere.
No matter how the trial ends, Emanuel’s legacy as mayor will likely be tied to the case. The release of the video led to a Department of Justice investigation of Chicago police, culminating in a damning report last year that found widespread civil rights violations.
After the report, he vowed to carry out sweeping police reforms , which has already included fitting all patrol officers with body cameras and non-lethal stun guns.
Chicago’s violent crime drew national attention throughout Emanuel’s second term, with the number of shootings and homicides climbing to levels not seen in nearly two decades and exceeding the bloodshed of any other U.S. city. The number of slayings in each of the last two years was more than twice the total of Los Angeles and New York combined.
The mayor clashed several times with President Donald Trump over the gun violence. Soon after becoming president, Trump tweeted that, “If Chicago doesn’t fix the horrible ‘carnage’ going on … I will send in the Feds!” Emanuel said he welcomed federal help but cautioned against the strictly “tough and rough” approach Trump seemed to advocate.
There are now no front-runners in the mayoral race, and Emanuel’s departure will almost certainly encourage others to enter it. The twelve candidates declared to date include a former Chicago police superintendent, Garry McCarthy; a former Chicago public schools CEO, Paul Vallas; and Cook County Circuit Court Clerk Dorothy Brown. They were all considered longshots.
Emanuel has been a profile writer’s dream, from his time as a ballet dancer, to the loss of part of a finger while operating a meat-slicing machine at a deli where he once worked. Obama enjoyed linking the incident with Emanuel’s fondness for profanity by joking that the loss of his middle finger “rendered him mute for a while.” Emanuel once sent a pollster a dead fish, which helped earn him the nickname “Rahmbo.”
His battle with the teachers union led to a strike in 2012 — the first in a quarter century. To shore up the city’s bleak financial situation, he was willing to do something no American mayor had ever done before: close 50 schools at once.
The mayor several times referred to his family Tuesday, noting that his three kids are now in college. But he stopped short of saying family considerations drove his decision.
“Politicians always say they’re leaving office to spend more time with their family,” he said. “My kids were smart enough to see that coming and scattered to the two coasts. So as of the other day, we are now empty nesters.”
Emanuel grew up in the ritzy Chicago suburb of Wilmette, the son of an Israeli physician who moved to the United States. His start in politics came after college, when he worked for Sen. Paul Simon’s 1984 Senate campaign and Daley’s run for mayor in 1989.
Then he went to work for a little-known Arkansas governor who wanted to be president.
His fundraising skills helped keep Bill Clinton’s campaign afloat during some rocky times, particularly the scandal over whether he had slept with Gennifer Flowers.
Clinton made him his political director in the new administration, but internal tensions led to his comeuppance a year later, when he was demoted to a policy adviser.
Midway through Clinton’s second term, Emanuel left for Chicago to work in investment banking. The firm he joined was soon sold, and Emanuel made millions, giving him the financial security to get back into politics.
By DON BABWIN and MICHAEL TARM,Associated Press
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Pregnant reader reading Rooster 🐓 that man has a family kink I just know it. For Strictly Scandalous.
😲 Yes. I’m down to clown for this one.
“Ohhhh fuck, mamma—“ Roosters got his hands on your hips helping to guide you up and down his length. “Feels so fucking good, holy shit—“ Roosters mouth fell open as he let his body relax against the pillows propped up against the headboard. “What did I do to deserve this huh?”
It wasn’t that Rooster had particularly done anything on purpose to receive some kind of special treatment, but more-so that he’d done it just because he cared enough about you to make sure whoever was giving you a hard time knew about it.
“Nothing Roo, you’re just so good to me.” You cooed as you circled your hips. Your unborn child had just hit the five minute mark. You were getting big, but you still had enough momentum and stamina to ride your husband. “Especially when you defend my honour.”
“Christ your so fucking perfect mamma.” Rooster was quickly starting to unravel underneath you. He couldn’t help but to get of on the fact he’d gotten you pregnant, something he knew he was going to do time and time again. “Love seeing you all swollen and riding me—“
There’d be a guy at the Hard Deck earlier that same Sunday. Rooster had taken you out for a quiet lunch. Some burgers and a casual few rounds if pool. He’d started to noticed how hard to was becoming for you to play. You know—with little goose riding shot gun.
“You’re gonna be popping that baby out before you sink a ball sweetheart.” The guy who looked like the reincarnation of Santa from every children’s drawing ever said with a gruff as he stood by drinking what could very easily have been his last beer if Penny had been in ear shot. “Wanna start wrapping it up so the rest of us can have a go?”
You looked at Rooster who was just completely gobsmacked someone would talk to his wife with such casual disrespect. Deciding to pass you back the cue—kissing your temple and telling you to keep playing. He’d played out for the hour at the bar. An hour you’d have.
“It’s lieutenant sweetheart actually.” Rooster puffed his chest, eyeing off the man with fury in his golden irises. “Are we gonna have a problem?” Yep—that’ll make your pussy throb.
“Gonna have a whole brood with you when I’m finished with you.” Rooster moaned as he bent his knees and planted the heels of his feet into the mattress. Bucking up into you when he noticed your energy fading. “Love how you just glow when your carrying my child—“
“Always knew you had a breeding kink.” Chuckling as you steadied yourself still on top of your husband. Your nails digging into his chest, surely there would be marks left in their wake tomorrow. “Come on Bradshaw fill me.”
“Oh my god baby don’t tempt me now I’m so fucking close.” Rooster could feel himself just about ready to release, he just wanted to hear you talk about getting you pregnant all over again. Even though you hadn’t even had your first.
“Gonna fill me up aren’t you baby? Wanna watch it drip between my thighs? Or should I let you finger fuck your cum back inside me?”
“Oh god yes!!” Rooster stilled with only finally thrust. “Yes yes yes yes—!” Spilling his load inside you as your thighs gripped against his side. Coming down with heavenly sighs and long exhales before Rooster was gently laying you on your back. Throwing your legs up over his shoulders.
“Your turn mamma—“ Bradley beamed as he laid in his stomach, diving right in as he lapped away his own load from your drilling pussy. Determined to have you screaming his name.
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Strictly Scandalous // Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw
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