#youre a STUPID man who made STUPID decisions that YOU have the ability to own up to

[bittleholtz]

the thing about season 9 dean is i do understand why he is the way he is but i also want to run him over with his own car. and then back up.

#hes like everything is my fault because im a horrible rotten person at my core and its like NO #youre a STUPID man who made STUPID decisions that YOU have the ability to own up to #but instead you think that revemge is the only possible redemption because thats all your life has ever been #and everyone is tired of trying to convince you otherwise #spn #bug.txt

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Five

The thing is I absolutely love the album that comes out of this mess. Like I know a lot of people do not like Let It Be, but so many of my favorite songs are on it. One of them being “I Me Mine.” The walz element is haunting, and I can read the lyrics as anti-capitalist even though George himself mostly wasn’t. 

Laughing my head off at two boys from one of the best grammar schools in England, who have at this point made millions off of their writing, genuinely not knowing whether it should be “more freer” or “more freely”

The difference in how George shows Paul his new song vs John is striking. For Paul, he’s relaxed, nonchalant. For John, he stands up and performs it. And I think both are a defense mechanism, poor baby, because clearly, although Paul was very supportive of the song while they were alone, when John is roasting it, Paul just laughs along and George has to go “I don’t give a fuck whether you like it.” 

Ah, the famous “up-against-a-wall” conversation. Paul comes in all dominant and sure. “Haven’t you written anything else? Haven’t you?” But then John touches him, and makes him laugh, and Paul’s a melted, goo-goo-eyes mess. This is the real reason why John got to be the leader isn’t it? Because Paul was too damn soft on him to ever follow through with his bossiness.

Their scouse sounds BEAUTIFUL compared to the stupid ugly RP and MLH’s transatlantic shit.

“And now John’d like to say a few words on the subject.” John starts singing, Paul strums along and joins in on the “chorus.” They can’t communicate like healthy people, but they Can do this. 

So Peter Jackson took out Paul’s bitchy nod at Yoko as he’s stealing her man in real time right in front of her eyes. Unforgivable. But he kept in this adorable laugh, so that’s something. 

Three more covers that I think *mean something* “Stand By Me” and “Spinning Like a Top” by Paul, followed by “You Win Again” by John. Yoko’s sweet little shoulder kiss. Thank you for taking care of the poor wet kitten, girly. Maybe don’t introduce the poor wet kitten to heroine, but you do you, I guess. (OP recognizes that poor wet kitten is also an adult capable of making his own decisions)

The cut from Paul literally dancing to get John’s attention straight to John dancing with Yoko while inside Paul’s head a silver hammer is clanging ominously. I can’t. Followed by the knowing, loving smile from Ringo to Paul. You know, those moments when you validate your friend’s bitchy thoughts with a look. 

George is literally SO big inside himself, you know? You have to have superhuman self-love abilities to watch your friend – who is supposed to be helping you – shamelessly make fun of your art . . . and just “Do you wanna do that walz on the show? That’d be great.”

But did you guys know John was actually a really great mover?

“Yes, alright. Just sod off.” I love John. Paul’s people-pleasing ass would literally die first and he needs John to do this kind of shit for him and John’s only too happy to.

The moment when Paul and John are on the same wavelength about Dennis O’Dell’s stage. 

OK but. Did John get the clear plastic idea from Yoko’s art exhibits? 

“Any time we do anything it’s always got to be the best.” Poor Ringo. They’re all literally so tired of carrying so much weight for such a long time. 

“See, I’d watch an hour of him just playing the piano. Cause he’s so great.” With that fond, loving, smile. SUCH big dick energy here. The others could NEVER. 

“And I’ll have the plastic when you’re finished.” Literally for what, though? John, you little hoarding goblin. 

And then Ringo responding to MLH’s “I love you” with “Yes, I love you too.” Yeah, Ringo wins the prize for most healthy beatle of the day. 

*Pattie Boyd voice* “I just wish I knew what was going on there. But something. Something.”

Ugh, John looks so hurt. So tender. So heartbroken. While Paul is over there playing a damn funeral march because that’s the only way he lets himself express anything. But I actually love how Dennis O’Dell knows the clearest path to cheering John up is to say that Paul liked his idea. And how well it works. They’re literally so obvious to everyone but themselves. 

I love the bit when John walks in on the rest of them discussing the live show and MLH calls, “We’ve decided. We’re going to Africa.” And Paul hurries to cut in, “No we’re NOT.” Because he knows exactly how John can get and he’s going to nip this in the bud before John gets let down. And of course, John is all “YEAH LETS GO LETS GO!” And he’s talking about how they always wish they were recording abroad. “We could be in LA, or FRANCE.” (side eye emoji) 

Paul’s “Well said, John.” and “I’ve seen it, John. I went to the premiere. I thought you were great.” Why do all your compliments to him have to be in silly voices? Like, I know you think everyone is going to call you a pussy for saying something genuinely kind to your best friend, but they’re not, and he needs it. 

Holy shit this was a long day. See you all tomorrow with another long-winded-ass post.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[thecoolblackwaves]

Family Of Nerds: Feanorian Modern AU

(I’m sorry this is somewhat Americanized I just don’t have enough knowledge about anywhere else to make those allusions) (Also please reblog with your own headcanons or other thoughts!)

Feanor 

Philologist; studies language history

Often assists at various museums, colleges, archeological sites, etc

Has published several books and given many lectures 

Creates his own languages like Tengwar for fun, also is a hobby blacksmith

Teaches his children many archaic languages no one else speaks and takes his family on "educational" vacations 

Also attends every convention known to man, even ones that have seemingly nothing to do with his own interests, dressed to the nines and spends his time there signing books and debating other people 

Loves his wife just as madly as the day he met her and is ecstatic he married his high school sweetheart

Idolizes his father. Would have done great following his political career if he hadn't "ruined" his public image by becoming a teen parent, ultimately feels he's made the right decisions for his life though and is happy with his work

Rivalry with Fingolfin over who can host the best dinner party (and you best believe he wears smart-ass punny aprons while cooking a six course meal for his guests)

Nerdanel 

Professional sculptor and multimedia artist

Teaches classes at an arts college 

Is known to eat the fruit out of the bowls her students are sketching when no one is looking

Cannot cook to save her life 

Enthusiastically attends every possible event in her family’s calendar no matter the weather or lack of skill at a toddler dance recital 

Dresses in a fabulously bohemian eccentric artist way; stole the show when she attended the Grammys with Makalaure and has been featured in several fashion magazines 

Carries all sorts of art supplies and seemingly random tools in her purse at all times, including a chisel, googly eyes, edible glitter, a bajillion hair ties, DW40, and peanut M&Ms

Has a calm, wise disposition that belies her truly chaotic nature

Often looked to for advice from her students and children and will only pull your leg when she thinks you’re being stupid 

Does give genuinely good advice though, mostly because she is uncanny in her ability to read people and observe subtle hints 

Maitimo

Studied communications, currently working as his father’s apprentice but hopes to find a position as a public relations specialist 

Uses his intimidating stature and loud, deep voice to his advantage as needed

Was born while his parents were teenagers and still living with their families, he remembers watching cartoons with Grandpa Finwe and being babysat by his uncles 

Also attended his mother’s graduation from art school as a small child and clapped until his little hands hurt 

Is painfully aware of how all his younger brothers look up to him - literally - and sometimes struggles with the pressures of setting a good example, though he does much better than he realizes 

Drinks his coffee from a mug that reads “don’t make this ginger snap” (Nerdanel has a matching one)

The gayest gay to ever gay, informs everyone of this via cheesy tee shirts gifted from his brothers and cousins 

Drives a minivan, claims he chose it because it was the only car that would fit his legs and not because he can haul his brothers around in it 

Frequently complains about missing the technology of his childhood but resents being called a millennial 

Makalaure 

Grammy award winning artist and composer

Created the score for a recent movie that bloomed his popularity and brought him to the limelight 

Has a Youtube channel with several music videos he definitely didn’t blackmail his family into filming with him 

Also performed on Broadway once and will not let you forget it 

Used to skip school to busk in the train station and once caught his math teacher also skipping school 

Extremely popular with interviewers, camera crew, and other industry specialists for his kindness and crazy stories about his family 

Donates large amounts of his royalties to children’s hospitals and other charities 

Used to hog the bathroom in the mornings to put on makeup and style his hair 

Practices Beyonce dance routines in the mirror, has convinced Curufin to do them with him before 

Spent a semester studying in Sydney, Australia and fainted after encountering a large spider in his dorm room 

Tyelkormo

Forest ranger at a National Park 

Works at outdoor summer camps every year, all the children love him and his giant fluffy dog

Also volunteers at animal shelters and the wildlife rehabilitation center at the National Park 

Creatine for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; drinks so much milk Nerdanel used to tell him it was why his hair was white 

Wakes up at 5 in the morning to exercise (disgusting)

Got a long bow for Christmas one year (the note said Santa but he knows it was his mom) and practices in the backyard by shooting at Amrod’s pumpkins 

Metalhead, particularly likes viking metal and Nordic black metal 

Made Huan his own battle vest complete with dog-themed patches such as “Bad to the Bone” and “No Leashes No Masters” 

Tells the most terrible jokes you’ve ever heard then laughs like a seagull vomiting up a stolen bag of Doritos 

Extremely loyal to his family, sometimes to a fault 

Carnistar

Professional business accountant 

Also does taxes as a side hustle because “it’s so easy” 

Is obsessed with Oreos but will not admit it because of his brother's teasing about "Moryo's Oreos" 

Obligatory family goth and not ashamed of it 

Started mending his hand-me-down clothes as a necessity and got into sewing, now makes fantastic garments for his family and friends to wear 

Halloween is the only valid holiday, he spends the entire year making his costume (it’s usually a vampire or some fandom character)

Stays up until 3am gaming on a PC he and Feanor built together one summer, favorite game is currently Balder’s Gate 

Had to take speech therapy as a child and later some anger management classes.... because he got too good at expressing himself

Curufin

Silversmith and jewelry maker 

Specializes in accessories for ballet dancers and other performers 

Ballet dancer since he was young, never succeeded with a professional career but still practices daily and chose his specialty to remain part of the scene 

Holds a serious grudge against certain critics that failed his entry to ballet academy (will not sell his products to them or their schools)

Always looking for new business opportunities, not always in the most honest of ways 

Struggles with self esteem issues 

Has several cats and claims they betray him when they snuggle with Huan but secretly finds it adorable 

Frequently collaborates with Caranthir to make elaborate costumes just for the fun of it 

Made a tiara for his favorite cat, Princess Paws

Would sleep until four in the afternoon if you let him (or if Princess Paws didn’t wake him up screaming for food)

Amrod

Gardening Club President at his school 

Started a trade and barter farmers market after school to reduce waste and share the bounty of his and fellow club member’s gardens 

Frequently tries to convince his parents to turn their property into a “self sufficient homestead”, leaves pamphlets and pictures of adorable baby animals lying around the house 

Enlisted the help of his twin and Maitimo to build a chicken coop, forgot to ask Feanor’s permission first 

Demands payment in the form of fresh caught fish or deer jerky for the use of his gourds in Tyelko’s target practice 

Has definitely switched places with Amros to escape trouble or science tests 

Often neglects his homework for pursuits he feels are more important, will only do it without complaint when Carnistar tells him to 

Had eyes for the cool-looking red glow on the stove as a child and was banned from the kitchen for most of his adolescence 

Is generally a persistent and stubborn person (wonder where he got it from)

Amros 

Amateur photographer with an instagram following nearing one million 

Account consists of 95% nature photography and 5% “The Adventures of Huan and Princess Paws” as he follows them around the back yard 

Takes all of Makalaure’s headshots and creates his album covers, also photographs Curufin’s jewelry to upload to his retail website 

“Borrows” Carnistar’s prized PC to upload and edit his photos 

Conspired with Amrod to convince their elementary school classmates they were secretly Fred and George Weasley disguised as Muggles, ultimately failed because someone thought their accents “just sounded like they were copying Peppa Pig”

Still pulls out his British accent on occasion when someone needs cheering up 

Inherited Nerdanel’s keen observation skills, mostly uses them to blackmail his brothers into doing his chores 

But also gives the most amazing presents because he knows exactly what everyone truly wants 

#tolkien #the silm fandom #silmarillion #maitimo #russandol #feanorians #feanor #nerdanel #maglor #makalaure #tyelkormo #celegorm #carnistir #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amros #ambarussa #headcanon #my works #family of nerds

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll take a giant leap.

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), pet names (Princess, Babydoll), Daddy kink, corruption kink, praise kink, somnophilia, pregnancy kink, dacryphilia, lactation kink, cockwarming, (slight) choking, deflowering, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, cum swallowing, Murder Daddy™️ vibes, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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I am such a lucky man.

Any man in my situation might do the right thing. But when has that ever gotten anyone what they really wanted?

Looking at a perfect flower from afar is just fine, don’t get me wrong. You bend over, you smell it, you leave it to bloom. But plucking that flower and holding it in your hand? Now that is a truly heavenly feeling.

That’s what it was like with my little Babydoll. 

It was a cautious dance. I had to earn her trust. She was Daddy’s little girl, after all. She had her loyalties and she did not like me at first. She didn’t explicitly say it but she missed her father. Who could blame her?

But she was so perfect. And I wanted her. She had to be mine.

And so she would be.

It started with little things. I made sure to get the snacks that she coveted. I called her Princess. I smiled at her and always listened intently to whatever stupid topic she wanted to talk about. She would get so excited to talk to someone who would listen. 

I got the feeling her mother wasn’t exactly her favorite person. She was much closer with her Nanny. I was shocked to find out that she still had a caregiver at her age, but one look at their relationship and it made so much sense. I convinced her mother that she wouldn’t need a Nanny any longer and that I would be taking over watching after her. 

Her sheltered upbringing kept her so innocent in so many ways. It was like her parents fucking gift-wrapped her for me to corrupt. And with Nanny out of the way, I had her all to myself with no prying eyes.

That day she got the sunburn was a godsend. I watched as she slept in the backyard, the sun illuminating her olive skin. I could have easily gone to wake her up, but I wanted her to need me. I wanted her to call for me. 

And soon enough, I hear her voice shout my name. It was burned in my brain. 

As I rubbed the aloe on her warm skin, I knew I wanted to be her Daddy. She needed an authority figure to take care of her, and I took on that role. Since her mother was off in her own world, it would afford me the ability to become her everything.

The way to her heart was care. I told her I would never hurt her, and proceeded to spank her plump little ass. She forgave me afterward, of course. When I wiped her tears and tasted them? Fuck, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

And when she didn’t know what to call her perfect little pussy? Fuck! I’ve replayed that moment in my head so many times. I’ll admit, calling it her ‘princess parts’ was entirely self-indulgent. Knowing she was never touched only made me want to forget the plan and fuck her right then.

But there was a time for everything. I settled for eating her delicious pussy. Her sweet face contorting and enjoying my tongue had me hard as a rock. Seeing her cum for the first time was a sight to behold. Fingering her tightness had me wanting to test the elasticity of that wet fuckhole. 

Damnit, she was perfect. 

When I heard her moan for Daddy and knew she meant me, my soul left my body for a moment. It came back so I could take care of her and have the mental image of her in my clothing. She looked so cute and, at the same time, she looked fuckable.

It actually hurt my dick to look at her in my clothes. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed her and I refused to let this opportunity slip past me. Her mother wasn’t due to be home for hours.

While she slept, I let my hands explore.

Her soft tummy under my calloused hand gave me ideas. What if it was swollen and round with my child? Far too soon to even be thinking about that, she hasn’t even seen my dick yet and I’m already thinking about knocking her up.

I turned her on her back and pulled my shirt up over her tits. Perfect handfuls for me, with areolas that harden at my touch. The way they tightened as I circled them with a finger was almost too much for me. I felt my dick swell as I thought about them bloated with milk. I took one pebbled nipple into my mouth and imagined that she coated my tongue with sweet nectar. When I switched to the other nipple, she stirred in her sleep. I pulled off of her breast and looked down at her peaceful form.

The irony of the urge to impregnate this virgin wasn’t lost on me. I wouldn’t put it past my subconscious to think it could create the next Messiah. I do tend to be a bit ‘larger than life’ at times. I mean, who else but a true sociopath would dream of corrupting an innocent soul?

Fuck it. Call me a sociopath. I won’t lose sleep over it. I’ll be too busy molding her pussy to the shape of my dick.

The first step to doing that was getting my dick inside her. I freed her of my underwear and opened her legs. Placing my palm over her cunt, I could feel the heat that radiated from it. I loved the little tuft of hair on her mound. I preferred it fuzzy anyway.

I slid my fingers down and felt the wetness that escaped her lips. I coated my fingers in her juices and didn’t hesitate to put them into my mouth. She was so fucking tasty. I was addicted to the taste of her and there was no going back. 

As if I wanted to go back after today.

You awoke to the feeling of rubbing on your princess parts. You had tried to stay asleep but you realized you aren’t wearing Daddy’s underwear anymore. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Daddy smiling down at you. 

“Babydoll, you were so pretty while you slept. Daddy couldn’t help himself and had to touch you again.”

You wiggled your little hips, trying to get as much friction on your clitty as possible. You bit your bottom lip and tossed your head to the side in pleasure. Your sweet moans were music to Daddy’s ears if the plastered smile on his face was anything to go by.

“Daddy has a special treat for you, Babydoll,” Daddy pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of contact. You watched as Daddy kneeled in front of you and unzipped his pants. He pulled a bottle out of his pocket that had a purple label on it and tossed it to the bed. “Daddy wants you to take his dick out.” He pulled you to a sitting position and guided your hand inside his pants.

When you had made contact with soft skin, you wrapped your fingers around its hardness. You pulled it out and the groan that Daddy made went right to your core. You couldn’t fit one hand around it so you used both of them to hold it. 

Daddy’s large hand covered both of yours and moved them up and down. The silky smooth skin moved through your fingers and Daddy picked up the bottle and uncapped it. He poured some of the liquid over your hands and told you to spread it around. You smiled up at him as your hands became slippery and Daddy’s moans became louder.

“Lay back, Babydoll. Daddy is gonna touch your princess parts with his dick. It’s gonna hurt at first, but Daddy will try and be gentle.” Daddy put one of your legs over his arm as he leaned over you. He poured some of the liquid on you and you shivered as the cold liquid slid over your sensitive clitty and traveled downward, “Take a deep breath and then let it out, Princess.”

You breathed in and held it. When you let it out, Daddy tore through you with his dick. The stretch burned and you started to cry.

“Daddy, it hurts!” You hiccupped as fat tears rolled down your face.

“Fuck, Babydoll. You know I love it when you cry for me. It’s gonna stop hurting soon. Just…fuck, your tight little cunny is holding my dick so tight and keeping it warm,” He wraps your legs around his waist and holds your head in his hands. He looked down at you and kissed your tears away, “Daddy’s gonna start moving now. You feel so good, better than I thought you would feel. I want you to tell me to fuck you, Babydoll.”

You looked up at Daddy and sniffled. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Make it stop hurting, please?”

You felt him twitch inside you as he growled low in his throat. He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. Your body jerked with the speed of his hips against yours. The sounds of wet slapping filled your ears, mixed with Daddy’s grunts and your yelps.

He whispered in your ear while he impaled you over and over, “Babydoll, fuck! You are making Daddy so happy. Taking my dick so well. You’re being such a good girl for me. Such…a…good…girl!” He punctuated his words with thrusts into your tight heat.

Soon, the pain slowly dissipated and you were left overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. An involuntary moan escaped your lips and Daddy chuckled. His hand moved down to play with your clitty and it was all over for you. Within moments, you were clenching around him and crying again from the heightened intensity.

“Yes, come all over my dick. You’re my good little fucktoy, aren’t you? Say it, Babydoll.”

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.”

“Keep saying it, Babydoll. I’m so fucking close. Just keep saying it.” The hand that was on your clitty had moved to your neck. The slightest hint of pressure kept you still while he continued his onslaught.

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.” You repeated the mantra and watched as Daddy’s face contorted and he let out a slew of bad words.

“Fuck, Babydoll. Daddy’s gonna fucking cum. Shit, shit, shit!” Daddy pulled out and stroked himself once, twice. On the third stroke, thick white ropes shot out of him and onto your belly. It just kept coming and you watched in awe. Daddy looked to be in pain but he kept stroking until all that came out was a few drops. He looked exhausted, so when he collapsed next to you, you weren’t surprised.

“Daddy?” You ran a finger through the sticky fluid and touched your first finger to your thumb to see the elasticity of it.

“That’s my cum, Babydoll. You were such a good girl and I wanted to give you a special treat. Open your mouth, baby,” You opened your mouth and Daddy scoops up some of his cum and puts it on your tongue. You swirled the salty substance on your tongue before swallowing. “That’s my good girl, swallowing Daddy’s cum like a perfect Princess. Can Daddy have a kiss?”

“On the lips?” You’ve never been kissed before and suddenly you were nervous.

“Yes, Babydoll. Daddy promises he doesn’t care if you haven’t kissed anyone before. Daddy needs to taste you. Just stay still, and Daddy will show you, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your breathing picked up as Daddy leaned into you and put his mouth over yours. He exhaled through his nose and his mustache tickled you. He held the back of your head while he kissed you. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in. When Daddy’s tongue massaged your own, you brought a hand up to get lost in Daddy’s curly mane. You swallowed the groan that rumbled through him.

Daddy broke the kiss and set his forehead against yours. He looked blissful and tired and all you wanted to do was keep kissing him. You moved your head to kiss him again and he nibbled at your bottom lip before peppering you with kisses all over your face. You giggled and playfully pushed him away so you could stretch and sit crosslegged.

He sat up and got out of the bed. He walked around it and crouched down to speak to you at your eye level. He took your hands and made you look at him. With a serious look on his face, he spoke.

“Babydoll, I want you to promise me that only Daddy gets to kiss you and only Daddy gets to put his dick in you. You don’t let other boys touch your princess parts. If a boy ever does that, you tell me and I’ll take care of it, ok?”

“Take care of it?” What did that mean?

“Nobody gets to touch my Babydoll without Daddy’s explicit permission. Am I understood?” Daddy looked like he had a fire in his eyes. Daddy wanted to protect you. And he might do anything to keep you safe.

“Only Daddy gets to touch me. I understand, Daddy.” 

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go take a shower and Daddy will go start on dinner. I have your favorite for dessert tonight.” His bright smile was infectious and spread to your lips.

“You got the cannolis I like?” You couldn’t contain your excitement and squealed.

“Yes, I got the cannolis. Anything for my Babydoll. But you have to be a good girl all night if you want them. That means you keep what you and Daddy do all to yourself, ok Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. I can keep a secret. I promise.” 

Daddy’s smile widened and he pulled you up out of bed. He kissed your forehead, and your nose, and pecked your lips before he shooed you off to the bathroom to wash up. 

You didn’t know it, but he watched your every step until you were out of sight. 

As you showered, you thought about the cannolis and Daddy’s kisses. When you washed your princess parts, you felt that tingle like when Daddy touched you. You wanted to play more, but you were still sore so you finished washing up and got out of the shower.

After getting dressed, you went down to the kitchen and watched as Daddy made dinner. When Mommy came home, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when Daddy kissed her. Daddy noticed your pout and kissed the top of your head and let you taste test the bolognese sauce.

Dinner went by smoothly, Mommy and Daddy talked about whatever while you spaced out. But when Daddy brought out the cannolis, you were back to your jovial self. You ate your cannoli and excused yourself from the table.

With a full belly of dinner and dessert, you retreated to your room. The musky scent of sex was all over your sheets and you reveled in it. You replayed the events of the day in your mind and you ached to have Daddy next to you again. He awoke something inside of you that only he had access to.

After today, everything changed. He wasn’t August anymore, he was Daddy. And you were his Princess, his Babydoll. Your hand gravitated to your princess parts again and the thought of Daddy’s hands all over you had you soaking your hand in moments. Tasting yourself again, you imagined it was Daddy’s cum and that he was pleased with you.

You drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter, the promise of more to come heavy on your head.

Part III

A/N: Ok, I think I still have more to write. But, do y’all want more?

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3:02

You only had a few moments of quiet to yourself before Mike went and disrupted it.

He was never good with silence in a room, always having to be the one to break it. You should’ve known he’d open his mouth before you even had a chance to clear your own thoughts.

“So, we’re still not going to address the giant elephant in the room?” he asks you, peering around your shoulder and looking up at you. 

You stare straight ahead, avoiding his eyes as to not give him any tell to what you’re feeling at the moment. You were still frustrated with his persistence in knowing the truth. But it was too dangerous for him to know, and you still stood by that decision. You were confident in your ability to handle this on your own. There was no need to put your friends in any more unnecessary danger than they were already in.

“I’m not, but you can do whatever the hell you want, I guess.” You brush him off and push on past him, careful to not make your footsteps too loud while traveling through the tunnels. Anything could be lurking in the shadows, and it was better to be safe than sorry. 

You hear him sigh from behind you. “Dude, come on. You’re hiding all this big shit from me and you expect me to not be curious? Yeah fucking right.”

He bumps your shoulder and you shake your head in warning. “It’s really complicated, alright? And besides, it would probably be better to talk about this when everyone is here. I don’t want to be repeating myself.” 

It was an excuse, but a damn good one that you came up with on the spot. You weren’t planning on telling any of them, especially Mike. You didn’t want him to get an even bigger hero complex than he already has. It would only lead him into more danger.

“So you’re telling me that you already know—”

You cut him off. “Look, let’s just focus on finding the others right now, okay? We can get back to this later.” 

Mike eyes you warily, as if he already knows you’re lying to him. “I won’t drop this, you know.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Do you really—”

“Yes, Mike, I will answer all of the burning questions you have for me, eventually.” 

He barely had time to reply before you two made it to a familiar place—the lodge. But you weren’t at the normal entrance. Instead it looked as though you had come from a back way, and were heading right towards the basement.

“Someone may be in there. Be careful not to spook them,” you warned Mike.

“I’m not stupid, Tex.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes. But the way he lightened up his footsteps ever so slightly had you smirking in victory.

When the two of you made it to the tiny grate that was the basement window, Mike stepped in front of you. He slowed down, then came to a stop, causing you to peek out from behind to check what made him pause.

And then you hear your name being called out by a voice you knew all too well. Sam.

3:10

Hearing Sam’s voice was like breathing in a breath of fresh air that you didn’t know that you needed until that very moment.

“Sam!” You push Mike out of your way, hearing a slight hey!  from him. But you ignore his complaints, instead immediately running towards your girlfriend who is bound to a chair, wearing nothing but a towel.

Your jaw clenches as you grasp onto the bars of the window, trying to pull them loose but to no avail.

“Who did this to you?” 

Sam looks disoriented, rapidly blinking as she takes in her surroundings. “I-I’m not entirely sure. I was in the bath and then there was this man chasing me and—”

“Okay, okay just,” Mike begins to calm her down, holding his hand out to shush her. “Just relax. We’ll get you out of there and then we can regroup and figure out what the hell is going on.”

You were never a patient person, and you sure as hell weren’t going to wait for Mike to come up with a solution when you had an easier one on hand.

Whipping out the machete, you search for an entrance, finding one around the corner and you take your weapon to the wooden door.

“Woah, Tex! You’re going to alert someone!” The banging of your machete drowns out Mike’s exclamations. You’re laser-focused on getting Sam out of the basement.

“Oh fuck off! We don’t have any better ideas!”

The door finally splinters away enough where you can bust through it. You shoulder your way in and are finally able to see Sam.

You didn’t realize how long it had actually been since you last saw your girlfriend. She looked utterly exhausted, deep bags having formed under her eyes and her skin looking paler than usual. She’s practically slumped in the chair she’s tied to, and there’s a nasty bruise forming on her temple.

You rush over to her and swiftly cut her free, scooping her up in your arms tightly. Your arms quiver, a combination of the cold and the relief of seeing her alive and safe.

“Oh my god, you don’t know how glad I am to see you alone in a creepy basement.”

Sam laughs at your comment and grabs your forearms to steady herself as you pull back, leaning up to kiss you.

You press yourself into her, missing the feeling of her touch against you. Her lips are cold and chapped, but you couldn’t care less about that. Sam’s body melts into your hold, and you run your hands through your fingers as you deepen the kiss, a soft moan leaving your girlfriend’s lips as you do so.

A superficial cough breaks you out of your kiss.

You swivel your head towards Mike, giving him your middle finger for the interruption. His eyes shift everywhere but to your own, and he rocks on the balls of his feet awkwardly.

“Fuck off, man,” you growl out, “I’ve been worrying about her since I fucking left. Give me a break.”

Sam sighs, patting your chest gently. “It’s fine, babe. I need to get dressed anyway.”

You grab her backpack for her and usher her over to an isolated corner of the room to give her some semblance of privacy.

You turn back and see that Mike hasn’t moved from his position. You send him the iciest glare you can muster.

“Do you mind?”

He jumps a bit. “Oh. Right. My bad.” And then he finally turns around.

You tut and roll your eyes. “Fucking men,” you grumble under your breath.

Sam only takes a quick minute to change into her clothes, donning a red zip-up hoodie and some light gray athletic leggings.

You let out a teasing low whistle when she bends down to close her bag, admiring your girlfriend’s beautiful assets. 

The tinge of red that you see covering the tips of her ears has you laughing as she finishes tying her shoes, and you give her another kiss as the three of you regroup and figure out what the fuck has been going on.

“So, what happened?” Sam speaks first. “Where the hell have you guys been?”

You share a glance with Mike. You both hesitate to answer.

“Did you see any others?” Sam continues. “The house was empty when he attacked me. I couldn’t find Chris or Ashley. Did you see them on your way here?”

You and Mike exchange a look. Sam was stuck in the lodge this whole entire time. She knew absolutely nothing about what had conspired.

Sam rolls her eyes. “C’mon guys. Spill.”

You didn’t want Mike to have to spend any more time than he had to thinking about his girlfriend’s death, so you spoke up instead.

“Jess…” You grab onto Sam’s hand, rubbing your thumb across the back of it. “Jess didn’t make it. She was attacked.” You can hear the hitch in her breath and the way she subtly squeezes your hand tighter. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike beats you to it, now pacing back and forth.

“He killed her, Sam. There's some maniac on the mountain who is trying to kill us. All of us. And I swear to God, when everyone is safe and accounted for I am gonna hunt that fucker down and rip his nuts off one at a goddamn time.”

Sam’s eyes widen. “Whoa.”

You don’t want him to get even more riled up, so you interrupt his tirade.

“We couldn’t reach her in time...” You trail off as you see the way Sam’s reaction changes ever so slightly with the news.

“What?” You grab onto her shoulders. You knew that look on her face, the way her eyebrows furrow and she bit her lip that was quivering ever-so-slightly. It meant that something bad had happened. Real bad. “What is it, Sam?” You ask her, concerned.

She looks up at you and guilt shines in her eyes. “Babe,” she begins, “Something else happened.”

“Are you hurt anywhere?” You start inspecting her, looking for any more injuries she may be hiding from you.

“What’s going on?” Mike asks hurriedly, seeing the way your body tenses up from Sam’s reaction.

“No, no—” She gently pushes you away, grabbing your hands and making eye contact with you. “It’s not me. Baby, it’s-it’s Josh. There was this video, and…” she teeters off, biting her lip, her eyes now downcast. “He’s dead.”

You freeze.

Josh? One of your childhood best friends? The guy you were just joking around with only a couple hours ago?

You try to maintain your composure as you take in the news. Sam’s hand acts like your anchor, and you're happy she never let go of it.

Your mind drifts back to her words. There was a video. Which meant she had to watch him die. The thought fills you with rage. She didn’t deserve to see something so traumatizing as her friend’s death.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you say to her gently, pulling her head closer to you and stroking her hair. “How did all of this happen? You said there was a man?”

Her head lowers, no doubt sorting through all of the memories in her head. “I got out of the bath, and I couldn't find Chris, Ashley, or Josh. There was this man, he had on a weird mask. I ran into the theater room, and on the screen,” her voice quivers and your heart clenches in your chest. “The video. Josh was chained up, and there was this giant saw,” she takes a deep breath. “The man was chasing me around the house. I tried to hide, but he knocked me out. I was only awake for a bit before you guys found me.”

You hide your shudder of disgust. Not even a quick death. You instead nod, focusing in on Sam and listening to her every word intently. “And you’re sure you’re alright?” you ask her gently.

She kisses the crevice between your shoulder and neck. “I’m alright. I’ve had some time to process it.” She takes a few more seconds to bask in your hold and then she stands up, rubbing her hands together. “We need a plan for what the hell we’re going to do now.”

“Right,” Mike sighs out.

Suddenly, you hear faint screams in the room next to you. All three of you swivel your heads to the noise.

“Is that…” he starts.

“Please!” A voice screams out. There’s no doubt that the voice belongs to Ashley.

“Fuck,” you grumble, and you rush over to unlock the door where it’s coming from. You can hear Sam and Mike’s footsteps as they come up behind you.

You won’t let another friend die tonight.

Character Traits: 

Honest: 4/10 ↓

Charitable: 9/10 

Funny: 4/10  

Brave: 10/10 

Romantic: 7/10 ↑

Curious: 5/10 

Relationship Status:

Ashley: 6/10 

Chris: 8/10 

Emily: 5/10  

Jess: 3/10 

Josh: 9/10 

Matt: 7/10 

Mike: 5/10 ↓

Sam: 10/10

Chapter Six || Chapter Eight

#until dawn x reader #sam giddings x reader #samantha giddings x reader #until dawn #until dawn fanfiction #until dawn sam #sam giddings #samantha giddings #wlw

[cartoonicle]

The Ugly Witch Begins

‘Mariana’s Start’

At some point in every child’s life they learn that everything isn’t perfect and people can be cruel as the smartest person in her family she learns this lesson early on but somethings she can never understand is why there is so much hatred for close members of her family some of these people are family members themselves: Why would Blaine and Leland ever consider killing Frederick, how could Helena and Jesse think that Grandma Leelathae was ugly and why did Leland take his anger out on Jack’s family and his own because he didn’t get what he wanted?

Ever since Blaine, Helena and Jesse came back she has done everything in her power to make them feel unwelcome and unwanted the same way they did to Leelathae and Frederick, she is so angry and this anger keeps building up because she thinks her family is too nice and forgiving to do anything, of course she doesn’t want them to change she loves the fact they are nice and love everyone so she thinks she’s the one who has to be harsh to protect her family. She feels like she has to be in the room with her beloved family members alone with Blaine or Helena and Jesse she would just quietly glare at them giving them a warning not to say anything or do anything hurtful to her brother, father or mother every time she believes they are going to do something hurtful she ask her family to come with her when they leave the room Mariana stares back at them with the scariest evil look even Scarier than Leland’s.

‘Beauty is Curse’

Mariana: Human Beauty is such a curse I want to be a extraordinary like you! Beauty is such a curse, it broke my Grandma and nearly killed my mother.

She doesn’t hate the fact that she looks like Jamie or Jack she hates that she looks like Helena and all the other Bigoted pastel family members. Even though her mother loves the fact that she turned out ‘Beautiful’ she hates it! She has a beautiful voice but hates singing clear and pretty songs, flowers grow around her but they annoy her when they almost trip her or constrict her in bed, and as for glows and sparkles she does everything in her power to ignore it. Above all she refuses to make friends because she assumes they’ll only love her for her looks and not her personality; she feels like only her brother sees past that stupid glow and sparkle of hers.

She would give anything to look like a civilian of the beautiful and extraordinary Braided Island.

‘The Glow Fades’

Everyone in the Pastel family has their new found abilities: everything Gwen creates glows and brings happiness, Jamie can taste emotions through homemade foods but Mariana is happy to discover her ability, since glowing is a reflection of inner happiness her dark aura is the reflection of her inner evil and resentment towards others. She can turn her glowing warm infectious aura into dark horrifying one, instead of making people feel happy like her mom and uncle does she makes them scared and regret their past actions.

I guess you can say when they look at her their lives flash before their eyes replaying every horrible decision they have ever made.

‘Where did all your toughness go, Plaidypussy?’

The man in the drawing is Commander Tattersall the pyscho that led the attack on her family before she was born; the man who traumatized her aunts, knocked out his uncle, nearly killed her mom’s friends and almost attacked her grandmother. It’s not just Tattersall, she gets her hands on all of the previous Plaidypuses. Most of them admit that they didn’t want to hurt anyone and they were scared of the King so she let’s them go on the condition that she puts a magic spell on them they forget who tortured them but still remember the torture, but the people she knows are lying to her get extra punishment. It’s Tattersall she hates most for practically enjoying the fact that he hurt her family (Well at least the part of the family she loves).

Each bottle and potion houses the materialized harnessed abilities of her family members, songs, different flowers and plants, sparkles and glows, and the braided kingdom’s unique charm. Her inherited abilities might be a nuisance to her have proven to be great to her: She uses her songs to summon society’s least loved creatures, snakes, crows, and wolves; growing flowers and plants for ingredients for potions or poison; and glowing sparkles that can trick people.

‘Mariana’s Blessing’

Most people will call it a curse while she calls it a blessing.

Her magic spell is to make everyone’s outer looks reflect their hearts

If the person is kind and true they will be beautiful, if they are not bad they will remain the same, if they are not evil but still have bad intentions they will be mildly mutated but if they are truly evil and selfish they will become hideous monsters.

‘I’m finally free!’

She may not look like a civilian from the Braided Island but she is truly happy not to be tied down by sparkles, glowing, beauty, singing and flowers. Her own blessing has turned her into a real ugly looking witch because of the hatred reflected in her heart, but she doesn’t care; she is free, everyone was free, no more Beauty! Just love

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#cpc fanart #cursed princess club #cpc future #future children #cpc frederick #cpc gwen #cpc tattersall #fanart

[labarboteuse]

Dilemma

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x f!pilot!reader (Callsign: Poppy) secret relationship + no use of Y/N.

Summary: Reader finds out she has been dismissed from the mission and is gonna confront the Vice Admiral about his decision.

Warnings: mentions of death through threats, swearing, bad writing, grammatical mistakes, sorry English isn't my first language.

Be indulgent please it's my first one putting the reader in a pilot seat, I'm more into the usual fluffy stories 🫣.

To say she was angry was an understatement, she could have knocked heads without batting an eyelid because she was so seething with rage. Strolling down the hallways towards the source of her problem she didn't even pay attention to Payback and Fanboy who called out to her as she passed by them. Making them raise their eyebrows and follow her lead as she walked towards the break room in which she entered opening the door abruptly, she quickly found the reason for her anger, sitting on the arm of one of the sofas, his smug smile still pinned on his face that she dreamed of hitting.

"You! Hangman piece of shit! "

The man turned his head towards her before straightening up and his smile widened as he guessed why she would have killed him if she could.

"Poppy my dear, you've never been better named than you are right now by the color of your face." He chuckled as she approached dangerously, determined this time to slap him in the face no matter what she risked next.

"You deserve to roast in hell!” A group of pilots formed around them intrigued by what was happening, as she was about to jump at his face, two arms encircled her waist to prevent her from going through with her gesture.  "Rooster let go of me! I'll take that stupid smile off your face and you'll see. Rooster, let me go!"

Jake looked at her with a proud look on his face without batting an eyelid as Bradley tried to restrain his friend.

"Leave him he's not worth it."

"What's going on?" Phoenix finally interjected as lost and stunned as the others.

"Maverick just grounded me on orders from Simpson, who was reportedly told that I didn't feel I had the shoulders for this mission, which was too much pressure for me. You're so afraid of getting passed over that you manage to sink whoever you can. You tried to undermine Bradley's confidence in his own abilities because he's your biggest competitor and now you're taking it out on me? Wouldn't it be you Seresin who doubt your abilities to the point of resorting to such low acts to oust the competition?"

Maybe he was hiding behind his smile or he was unaware of the lack of morality of what he was doing but Jake didn't bat an eye, still wearing his smirk.

"They made a mistake on the selection, it was about recalling the best. But maybe some of them couldn't make themselves available. So they had to plug the holes." Jake said.

"That's so low of you, yet not surprising." Interjected Bob who had placed himself next to her.

"It doesn't matter who will be chosen for this mission Jake, we are all on the same team. But maybe you don't really grasp the meaning of what that means?"

Not wanting to hear what he might have to say, if he had anything to say, she turned and walked out of the room to Vice Admiral Simpson's office. Once in front of the door she took a deep breath before knocking twice on it and entering when he gave permission.

When she entered the room, Cyclone was sitting at his desk, Warlock sitting opposite him, she stood by the door, straight as an i, hands behind her back, both men facing her.

"Lieutenant Caldwell." He sank into his seat with his elbows on the armrests, his hands folded in front of him. "To what do I owe your presence in my office?"

"I would like to speak with you about your recent decision about me sir."

A silence followed.

"We'll pick this up later." He finally said to Rear Admiral Bates who nodded and gathered his documents before getting up and leaving the office, nodding to Poppy who greeted him with a "Sir." Once the door was closed she walked towards the office.

"What the hell is this? You have no right to stop me from flying!"

"I have every right, in this case I'm not stopping you from flying, I'm removing you from this mission."

He straightened up in his seat, leaning slightly over his desk on which he crossed his hands.

"Are you aware that Hangman said all that just to get rid of me? Would you have called me back if you didn't think I could do it? Do you doubt my abilities?"

He passed his hands over his face while posted on the other side of the desk she leaned forward putting her hands flat on it.

"Of course not. But under the circumstances, under the method you are being taught, under the only way to complete this mission, there will be casualties." He paused, anchoring his gaze in hers. "And I won't risk losing you." She straightened up, gritting her teeth.

"Then it's personal."

"This is not the time to discuss this Molly."

"It's time if I decide to." She replied curtly, Beau's gaze turning stern. "You can't interfere with my career and ground me as soon as the danger is too great for your taste. It’s part of our job, if you constantly do that I will never fly again!"

"Molly that's enough, we'll discuss it tonight."

"Oh no, we're going to talk about this now. Put me back in."

"Molly..." He ran a hand over his face, his tone dragging.

"Beau, if you do this it’s over."

Her words had the effect of a bomb and he looked her straight in the eyes stunned by what she had just said.

"Your choice Beau, either accept the risk without something necessarily happening to me, or lose me."

A silence settled between the two of them, looking into each other's eyes and it seemed to last forever until he finally spoke again in a neutral tone.

"After careful consideration Lieutenant Caldwell, your abilities making you a suitable pilot for this mission, you are reintegrate in it."

She straightened up and her chest heaved as she took a deep relieved breath, she didn't realize she had been holding it until then.

"Thank you sir." She turned on her heels about to leave the office when he rose from his seat, slipping one hand into his pants pocket, the other touching the desk with his fingertips.

"I didn’t authorize you to dispose of Lieutenant." He spoke in a sharp tone.

With her hand on the doorknob she turned her head towards him, his downcast look had given way to a threatening one, knowing full well what was coming next her fingers slid from the door handle to the lock below and locked the door.

"Good." He commented on her gesture.

With a feline gait she returned to the office.

"You seem irritated."

"Why wouldn't I be? You show up into my office and discuss an order."

"Seriously Beau?" A frank laugh shook her chest. "I don't think I stormed in here like a fury and almost revealing our little secret. And as for discussing an order, it's within my rights to want to discuss a decision with my superior and express my point of view. You never would have made that decision if Hangman hadn't come in to screwed it up."

"Are you really going to blame me for wanting to protect you?"

"You can't protect me Beau, I blame you for letting the personal override the professional. We agreed this wouldn't happen! Do you know what it's like to be put on the spot for that reason?! No, you didn't think about that, did you? Maybe you were more focused on the possible loss of your toy, who would have sucked you under the desk on your lunch break otherwise?"

A dull growl escaped from his chest. "You're going too far, be careful."

"Or else what? Fire me, my career won't end there. Fire me, and what will Admiral Kazansky think of a Vice Admiral who sexually blackmailed one of his subordinates?"

His jaw clenched so hard he could have broken it in anger.

"You are going way too far Molly, stop this right now."

"It was you who started Beau, assume that for once you didn't take the right decision, even though the intention was laudable I admit, it was unprofessional." She paused and thought for a moment before going too far and regretting it. "It's up to you if you'd rather sleep on the couch tonight, if not it'll be me." She was about to turn her heels and leave once and for all of his office when in a flash he made the turn. Everything happened quickly, a hand sliding in her neck he drew against her to crush his lips on hers, pressing her against him with a hand in her lower back. Surprised but without any intention to push back him, she rolled up her arms around his nape and pressed her chest against his deepening this passionate kiss, one of those which follow the reconciliation of an argument. Taking off his lips of hers he put his forehead against hers.

"No one will sleep on the couch tonight."

#beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson #cyclone x reader #beau cyclone simpson x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick x reader

[thv-jk97]

So u have an issue with the jt remix and ur not supporting it but what about his other songs with zionists? What about the songs on Golden that were made by zionists? What about all of the bts songs that have zionsist involved in them? Where do u draw the moral line? Why are people boycotting Jk for something that other bts members have done? This is just an excuse for people to single him out and not support him.

Hi!

Real bold of you to anonymously throw some weird af accusations about how and what I’m choosing to support, anon. Where do you draw the moral line, if you have any at all?

Strange that you’re not really aware of how many projects by the other members have been boycotted as well, but I suppose if you’re less invested in the other members, the boycotting might not have made it onto your radar. Surprise! They happened. Also, this remix isn’t the first BTS project that I, personally, haven’t supported because of my #morals, so it’d be cool if you’d stop projecting that solo narrative onto me. Would you rather everyone who chooses not to support every single thing leave the fandom/stop supporting altogether? Because that “all or nothing” attitude is such an unrealistic expectation, and frankly, kind of stupid.

But seriously speaking, I have struggled with supporting Golden, and let me so clear – it is perfectly valid to feel conflicted over supporting this album – especially because I am not a Zionist sympathizer and several people involved in the process of this album are unapologetically foul, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been supporting it.

I think, as a fan, and as someone who doesn’t just say “free Palestine” for funsies, I’m allowed to decide how I want to support JK, and any of the other members, while also being allowed to criticize and email HYBE about my disappointment. These aren’t “black and white” decisions that I’ve made on a whim, they’re nuanced resolutions that I’ve made on my own after taking all of the factors surrounding this album into account.

Instead of aiming this anger at random blogs on tumblr.com, why don’t you send this energy to the HYBE and its’ exponential ability to bring the absolute worst kind of people into working with BTS?

This victimizing of JK and simultaneous silencing of Arab and Muslim Armys under the guise of labeling anyone who has an opposing thought an ‘anti’ is not cute. And my choice to not support a remix of all things, and a remix with JT of all awful people in existence, shouldn’t be a controversial take. Especially when the shit that you want me to blindly support involves the featuring artist literally referring to JK as “Jung”, and not ONE person involved on this track thought to correct him. That feels gross, disrespectful, and racist all at the same time. It’s clear that this man was on the track for clout and for some PR damage control after he was exposed as the vile misogynistic abuser that he is, Zionism aside. There are literally other versions of this song available to stream. So nah, I’m not gonna support it, and if you think it’s “support every single release over morals”, I urge you to reevaluate a bit because there are more important things in the world than K-pop. And I say this as someone who literally runs a blog dedicated to BTS members in my free time.

One last thing, free Palestine 🇵🇸

#asks #free palestine #not supporting zionists ≠ not supporting jk #🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 #nuance is truly a lost art

[doctor-milfi]

Scully Was Not a Victim

Let's see how many of you unfollow me after this... which is fine. But let me say, I've made my bones, kids bc I watched the show in its first run and probably about 20 times through since, so I was there and I experienced it as a woman of the nineties which means something different whether you want to acknowledge it or whether you want to stay comfortably ensconced in the dewy bliss and ignorance of your youth.

These posts that harken how Dana Scully has been done so dirty by CC and how she has been victimized in so many different ways rub me sooooo wrong. Ok... why? Because she was the "victim" of kidnappings/abductions/etc, etc etc??? Because she had a mysterious and potentially incurable illness? Because she got pregnant and had a challenging pregnancy? Because she was a single mother for a while? Because she worked a challenging job while she didn't know where the alleged father of her child was? Because she was a literary device moving an engaging plot forward at a breakneck pace? Alright. . .

Well, if we want to claim misogyny, then we would have to say that is not true since Mulder was also kidnapped (Tunguska/ Terma), abducted (Within/Without), given illnesses (that black oil stuff?), and that other arc where he is the subject of the Cancer Man's experimentation (Biogenesis/ The Sixth Extinction). He doesn't go through a pregnancy, but he certainly does suffer during Scully's abduction. . . so, I am pretty confident in stating that the X-Files and CC are an equal opportunity angst employer.

((And don't even get me started on y'all who want to make Mulder into a dummy with your silly incorrect quote posts of him being stupid like he wasn't an Oxford educated psychologist/profiler who was literally correct every single time on the series. but I digress. . . ))

So, I guess I am curious if people are just triggered in a vicarious trauma way by Scully's experiences, which is valid, or if they are genuinely convicted in stating that she was unfairly targeted by the writers and producers of the series, because I do not believe this is true.

I also believe it is disingenuous to her character to reduce her to a victim mentality.

She's a motherfucken survivor.

Everything anyone throws down and she's like, "challenge, accepted."

LIKE. WHAT??? She fights like hell to conceive, carry, and bear her child, and then she makes the most difficult and agonizing decision a mother can make- not because it is easy or convenient but because she thinks it will help him be safe and happy in his own life. How much strength do you think that has to take??? And if you haven't had children of your own, you don't get to comment. Yeah. I said that.

Furthermore, Scully has on so many occasions sacrificed her own happiness and safety for the better of the X Files, for the greater good of the truth. That is pretty much what American Heroism is built on. And heroes are a complex mix, if you look at any of them. They are kind and savage and sad and they long for things they can never have so that the greater good can be served.

At the end of it, maybe on some days Scully was a victim.

So fucking what?

We are all more than one thing.

Read that again.

We are all more than one thing. We are weak and strong and happy and sad and we love and we hate and we are completely warped mixes of contradictions. But this is why we love Scully. She is more than just a victim. She is so many things. She is all the things and if you reduce her to just one then you lack the ability to think and you don't deserve her.

#scully #dana katherine scully #the x files #meta x files

[archiveikemen]

Abe no Yasuchika Main Story — Chapter 19

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Akihito: The supreme commander himself took the trouble to travel all the way to Kyoto, hm.

Yoshitsune: You’re a lot better at escaping than you look… Your Majesty.

Akihito had fled Kyoto and was hiding in a small country.

Yoshitsune: I was made aware that the Imperial Court and Shogunate were spying on each other.

Yoshitsune: So I went to Kyoto to see for myself…

Yoshitsune: I didn't know the Imperial Court had their eyes on me this whole time.

Akihito: Fortunately, we managed to track you down before the Shogunate did.

Akihito: I’ve always wanted to have a nice chat with you… the fallen hero, Minamoto no Yoshitsune.

Yoshitsune: …

Akihito: Ostracized by the world and estranged from your biological older brother, you are burning with hatred… and about to accomplish your long time goal after making a deal with an ayakashi.

Akihito: We’re quite similar, so I think we’ll get along pretty well.

Yoshitsune: Oh really?

Akihito: …

Yoshitsune’s terrifying clear eyes stared straight at Akihito.

Yoshitsune: Those are nothing but empty words.

Yoshitsune: All that dreadful fancy talk but there's no substance to it.

Akihito: — You being overly sharp is a problem. You’re jumping to your own conclusions despite the evidence presented to you.

Akihito: You’re giving yourself a hard time.

Yoshitsune: … Focus on the war talk.

Akihito responded to Yoshitsune’s stern words with a graceful nod.

Yoshitsune: As soon as the Rebel Army’s main troops arrive, we will render you our support.

Yoshitsune: On one condition. If that fox princess falls into your hands, you will surrender her to us.

Akihito: That won't be a problem.

Akihito: Our alliance will end when Yoritomo is defeated… correct?

Yoshitsune: That is correct. There are many shady things happening around you as well, Your Majesty.

Yoshitsune: An alliance between two parties who lack trust in each other can only be short-term.

Akihito: I like your straightforwardness.

Akihito let out a small chuckle, and Yoshitsune looked at him with mixed feelings.

Yoshitsune: However, our situation will be much different if the Shogunate defeats Yasuchika before our troops arrive.

Yoshitsune: Yasuchika may be highly skilled as an Onmyoji, but can he take down Kamakura’s warriors in a fight?

Akihito: — You’ve underestimated Yasuchika’s abilities.

Akihito: As long as it's something he agreed to do, he will complete the task no matter what. The only problem is… HOW he chooses to do it.

Yoshitsune: …

Yoshitsune: Even someone like you is capable of having that kind of facial expression.

Akihito: Pardon?

Yoshitsune: You have worry written all over your face.

Akihito, who rarely gets left speechless, was at a loss for words due to Yoshitsune’s brutally honest remark… he smiled bitterly.

…

Meanwhile, outside the house…

Ibuki: Yoshitsune and Akihito seem to be getting along well.

Kurama: Like hell Yoshitsune would get along with that dubious man. Don't give me that crap.

Ibuki: You’re like an overprotective parent.

Kurama: You talking about the bond between a parent and child gives me the chills.

Ibuki: That's a fine thing to say. Who do you think raised you with such tender love and care?

Ibuki's provocation caused Kurama’s red eyes to be seething with anger.

Kurama: Yoshitsune's decision to form an alliance with such a rotten group of people is so stupid.

Ibuki: Considering that Yoshitsune made a deal with you, he’s pretty crazy himself.

Kurama: — What is your plan, Ibuki?

Ibuki: Plan? I don't know what you're talking about.

Kurama: You enjoy torturing and corrupting human beings.

Kurama: But what do Yasuchika and Sutoku mean to you?

Kurama: Why are you working with them?

Ibuki: Oh? I’m surprised you're so interested in my business.

Kurama: I think your old age has caused you to become senile. It’s about time you die.

Ibuki let out a stifled laugh.

Ibuki: I’ll answer your questions.

Ibuki: Akihito and Yasuchika are my best toys.

Ibuki: So I spend more time playing with them as compared to my other disposable ones. Nothing more.

Kurama: — I don't know about that.

Kurama: I’m not familiar with Sutoku, but I do know a fair bit about Yasuchika.

Kurama: That man is a human being, but he makes frequent trips to the underworld and does as he pleases.

Kurama: He loves to screw around but his magic is the real deal. I don't see why you’re so entertained by him.

Ibuki: Kurama, you don't understand emotions.

Ibuki: Maybe you could learn a thing or two from that nine-tailed fox.

Kurama: What the hell?

Kurama: Also, Yasuchika is rather difficult to understand.

Ibuki: The most important part of being a human being is broken in him… but he is human.

Kurama: …?

Ibuki: I’ll tell you what. Being strong isn't enough for humans to free themselves from their pain.

Ibuki: Or rather… the more talented they are, the more they suffer.

Ibuki’s ocean blue eyes narrowed.

Ibuki: Yasuchika is a man more talented than the average human, and he’s drowning in his own misery. That's what makes him the best.

The next day—

(The war is drawing near…)

We had made our way to Kyoto and set up our base camp there.

Yoritomo summoned Tamamo, Morinaga, and myself for a final military council meeting.

Yoritomo: As I mentioned last night, Sutoku has joined forces with Yoshitsune and Kurama.

Morinaga: It will be ideal if we achieve victory before that can happen.

Tamamo: However, it will take some time for Kagetoki and Shigehira’s troops to arrive, right?

Tamamo: If our main goal is to buy time even if we can't win, Yasuchika is a tough opponent.

Yuno: Really…?

Yasuchika: He has too many tricks up his sleeve and he’s even willing to sacrifice himself for his goals.

Yuno: He has always been like this…

Tamamo: He’s usually some goofy guy. But when he fights, you can tell how desperate he is by the look on his face.

Tamamo: I know there’s something dark he’s buried deep inside him… but I can't get to it.

(... Even Tamamo can’t understand Yasuchika.)

Yoritomo: Whatever it is, our plan remains the same. We will fight to defeat Yasuchika while we still have an advantage in terms of numbers.

We received news that Yasuchika had set up an encampment in the mountains and plains of Kyoto with the private troops gathered by the court nobles under his control.

(If we were to only judge based on fighting strength, his small army won't be able to win against the well-trained warriors of Kamakura.)

(What is Yasuchika planning?)

Getting a bad feeling about the situation, I touched the dagger hanging at my waist.

After talking to everyone about it last night, I decided to keep the cursed dagger Doman gave me.

(Since there’s no predicting what Yasuchika will do, I’m keeping this for self-defense…)

I asked Tamamo about the dagger, and he confirmed that it’s harmless if used by someone else other than me.

Yoritomo: Yuno, you will remain at camp until our reinforcements arrive.

Yuno: … Okay.

Yoritomo: Morinaga, you will lead a detached force and attack from the rear.

Morinaga: Yes, My Lord.

Yoritomo: Tamamo, you will come with me. I need you to deal with Yasuchika.

Yoritomo: I’ve already told our soldiers that you’re a sorcerer from Song, so you can fight however you want.

Tamamo: I’m so thankful that I’m crying tears of joy.

Yuno: Everyone please be careful…

The three of them responded with smiles when I gave them my best wishes, hiding my fear.

(I pray that everyone returns safely.)

(— Yasuchika too.)

The wish I made as I looked down at the purple bracelet around my wrist felt so contradictory and selfish. That was why I kept it to myself.

…

Meanwhile, on Yasuchika’s side…

Yasuchika: Thank you for gathering your troops, everyone.

About a dozen court nobles were gathered at the mountain temple Yasuchika was hiding in.

Yasuchika: Unfortunately, some of our soldiers were captured by the Shogunate yesterday…

Yasuchika: But thanks to everyone here who helped to form a private army despite having no official connections with one another, we at least have the bare minimum of forces. ...Although, our weakness is that our soldiers are no more than a disorderly bunch.

Sanemitsu: I- I’m not saying that I doubt your capabilities, but… can we really win?

Court Noble 1: Right. What if the worst happens, and we get found out for our involvement—

Sanemitsu — the man who joined the ranks after having his weaknesses exploited by Yasuchika during the incident with the living spirit, spoke up and the other court nobles around him started voicing their concerns as well.

Yasuchika: Our job is to buy time so that our victory awaits us at the end of the battle.

Yasuchika: All of you owe me a huge debt.

Yasuchika: Thanks for paying it back.

The court nobles’ eyes shook and they immediately went silent at the sight of Yasuchika lifting a corner of his mouth.

Yasuchika: Ah, that's right. Many of you have yet to repay me.

Sanemitsu: What is it that you want back?

Yasuchika: The evil spirits.

When Yasuchika chanted, the sakaki planted at all four corners of the room started swaying.

And then…

Court Noble 2: Arghhh.

Court Noble 3: W-What’s… ugh.

Several court nobles grabbed their chests in agony.

Yasuchika: — Come on out.

Sanemitsu: Eeek.

The rest of the court nobles, Sanemitsu included, screamed at the horrifying scene happening before their eyes.

Large black things were crawling out of the mouths of the court nobles struggling on the ground.

Yasuchika: Thank you for your service! Just kidding.

Yasuchika casually tossed a talisman into the air and the black figures vanished one by one.

Those court nobles were left unconscious.

Sanemitsu: W-What just happened…

Yasuchika: Recently, I took on a request to develop a technique to extract the powers of low level ayakashi.

Yasuchika: The requester deliberately allowed himself to be possessed by an ayakashi, so that he could easily defeat his political opponents.

Yasuchika: When that happens, the ayakashi is binded to his soul and he can freely spread the curse to anyone he wants to.

Sanemitsu: Such a thing exists!?

Yasuchika: At a price, of course.

Yasuchika: If you get too greedy, the ayakashi will gnaw at your heart which will stop functioning for a very long time.

Yasuchika: But thanks to the people who didn't mind taking that risk… we’re saved.

Everyone in the room simply stared at Yasuchika. They seemed to have been hypnotized.

Yasuchika: Those little things (the ayakashi) grew so big because they were eating well with all that greed and evil they absorbed from those people.

Yasuchika: And I’m going to make full use of them.

— There was no one to respond to his words.

…

(I wonder what’s happening on the frontlines right now.)

In the afternoon, I was nursing the injured soldiers with the logistics team and sighed.

Injured Soldier: Thank you so much, Yuno… I’m feeling a lot better now.

Yuno: Don’t mention it. I’m glad I was of some help.

Yuno: Um, what is the war situation now?

Injured Soldier: Before I was sent here, the Shogunate was holding on strong and managed to push through. Lord Yoritomo is a flawless commander.

Yuno: That's good to hear.

Then I heard the sound of horses approaching…

Yuno: Who is it…?

Morinaga: Yuno!

Yuno: Morinaga!

(He doesn't seem to be hurt anywhere. Thank goodness.)

I ran towards Morinaga who dismounted from his horse.

Yuno: Is something the matter?

Morinaga: There’s a problem on the frontlines, our formation was broken and our soldiers are all over the place.

Morinaga: This place is no longer safe, so I’ll need you to leave with the injured men.

Yuno: … Okay.

Along with the other soldiers, I rushed to pack my belongings.

Yuno: What kind of problem arose at the frontlines?

Morinaga: It’s ayakashi. Tamamo is dealing with them now.

Yuno: Is everyone alright?

Morinaga: It’s expected that the soldiers are frightened, but they’re staying strong for Tamamo and Lord Yoritomo who are keeping their cool.

Yuno: I see…

(Just in case, I’ll wear a hood to hide the change in my hair and eye color.)

(Although I doubt it's a very good idea to use my fox powers in front of ordinary soldiers…)

Up till now, the soldiers are unaware of my powers, except for their leader.

(I hope nothing big happens.)

(It's rather disappointing that Morinaga has to return to his troops so soon.)

A few moments later — the rear support was on its way to the battlefield.

Morinaga was worrying about me the whole time, but I assured him that I would be fine on my own.

Soldier 1: Hey, something’s not right.

Soldier 2: I think so too. It feels like we’ve been walking through the same spot for a while now.

(They're right. I think I saw that exact same tree stump just now…)

(And this cold air rising from the ground beneath my feet feels way too familiar.)

A shiver ran down my spine.

Soldier 3: AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

Soldier 4: There’s a monster! HELP!

(...!)

I looked to the front where all the screams were coming from and…

A ghastly black mass was falling upon several soldiers.

(Ayakashi!?)

Soldier 3: Uwa…

White foam leaked out of the soldier’s mouth and his eyes became empty.

Yuno: Pardon me! Sorry!

Soldier 5: Hey, it's dangerous—

I pulled away from the soldier holding me back and stretched my palm out at the black mass.

(Power of the nine-tailed fox — remove its cursed powers!)

Soldier 1: She has powers!?

Soldier 2: Yuno…?

Yuno: … We’ll save the explanations for later.

While the golden mist swirled around, the ayakashi continued searching for their next prey.

Yuno: Everyone, you must escape!

Yuno: If you cut them down with your swords, there should be time for you to—

Yasuchika: Not a chance.

Yuno: Ah…

(That voice.)

The man I wanted to see… no, the man I didn't want to see slowly walked up to us.

Yasuchika: Those little things have had their fill of their favorite food, so they’ve become stronger than ever.

Yasuchika: It’s not as easy to escape them as you think it is. Even if you slice them up with your swords, they’ll just regenerate themselves.

Yuno: Y-Yasuchika.

Yasuchika: Shall we have some fun, Yuno?

Soldier 1: … Kill him!

Soldier 2: That’s right! Those monsters will disappear if we kill that Onmyoji.

Yasuchika: Spot on. But can you really do that?

A few black shadows appeared through the ground and lunged at the soldiers.

I desperately tried to absorb all their curse powers, and yet…

(... This is taking too long. There are other people who need help.)

Yuno: Stop it…!

I thought I saw Yasuchika frown for a split second when he heard me.

Yasuchika: … Ahaha, what's with that look?

Yasuchika: I’m not going to show any mercy just because it’s you. — We’re enemies.

#ikemen genjiden #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikegen #ikegen main story #yasuchika main story

[kleiner-ghost-fo4]

Pseudoscience

Deacon, master of lies, learns that he's actually very easy to read for anyone with a background in behavioral analysis.

Feat my sole survivor ex-CIA agent Sammy

This was meant to be part of Falloutover, but it's almost January now, so it's just a drabble now I guess ^^

"Say that again?" Deacon asked, still unsure of whether the woman beside him was pulling his leg or not.

“You,” Sammy gestured towards him with her half-empty bottle of beer, “Are stupidly easy to read. Like, I’m sure even someone who’s never even heard the word ‘non-verbal analysis’ could tell when you’re bullshitting.”

“Nah." Deacon shook his head in his 'confident-wannabe' way. "I've been doing this for years. And I run with the kind of folk that if they pick up on a lie, they act up on it with a gun."

Sammy looked away, at the display of bottles she had yet to drink, and shook her head.

"Nah. I'll give credit where it's due, the sunglasses do make it harder, but even then ..."

Sam briefly pondered if she should explain all of it to the man or not. Afterall, he seemed to be pretty confient in his abilities, and she didn't want to burst that bubble for him. But, it seemed that Deacon had made the decision for her when he spoke:

"Okay, I'll play your game. Tell me signs give away my masterfully craft."

Judging by his tone, he was still not buying it, but the way he played with the edge of his pocket, where he'd hidden his hand, suggested otherwise.

Two beers in, Sammy didn't need much more convincing than that.

"Okay, so like ... you've got this incredibly strong eye contact," Sammy said, nodding at Deacon. She didn't mean it in a flirty way, but that was just how everything came out when she was drunk. "That's not really something people notice," she continued, "For obvious reasons. And most people associate a strong, piercing gaze, with manhood and virility. In your case it's almost as if you're latching on to the world around you with your eyes."

Deacon chuckled.

"All I'm hearing is that you're calling my gaze piercing and sexy."

The tension in his shoulders seemed to have subsided, and he'd moved his hand back around his own glass of liquor.

"Fine." Sammy threw her arms up in exasperation. On some level she realsed she was too drunk to properly hold this conversation, but she liked having the last word, and didn't like Deacon thinking that she found him sexy. "Say something about yourself, and I'll tell you if it's a lie or not."

Deacon tensed up again. There was certainly somehting that he was hiding. She didn't care what it was, she only cared about proving her point. And also on some level she enjoyed making the man uncomfortable. His "dishonest in all the right ways" attitude pissed her off.

"You know what, I'll make it more fun for you. If I guess wrong, I'll go on a date with you." Sammy said with a coy smile.

The way Deacon didn't even try to hide his red face, but still fiddled with his fingers told her that she was right. Even someone without over a decade in the CIA would have figured out that he had a crush on her.

"Nah, you're drunk, you don't mean it. Don't know what kind of synth you think I am, but I at least don't fool around with drunk girls. Even pretty and strong as you are."

He tried to brush it off.

"Fine. You're right. I'm drunk. I'll go see what Preston is up to."

Sammy put her newly-opened beer bottle down. She got up, stretched, and slowly headed towards the exit. She made sure to walk slowly enough to give Deacon plenty of time to call her back.

"Sam."

His voice was quite, and lacked the usual cockiness. A smile crept over the woman's face. She'd won. She'd won before over men stupider and with less will than him, with Nate being on the top of that list.

Silently, the woman walked back, and took her seat. She picked up her beer bottle, and winked at Deacon

"It doesn't have to be some big secret." Sammy said, knowing full-well it was going to be.

#fallout 4 #falloutober #falloutober 2022 #deacon #sole survivor #OC #samatha johnson (FO4 OC) #fallout 4 companions

[magicalara]

Silence

"The complete absence of sound"

Aka, I wrote Akutagawa having a breakdown while I myself was having a breakdown. Needless to say, this is probably a bit ooc as I haven't gone through my analyzing everything about bsd stage yet, just sayin'. This is not proof read at all btw

TW: breakdown, mention of guns, trauma in general

Silence.

Pronounced as two syllables, "si" and "lence", it is defined as the "complete absence of sound."

Logically speaking, sitting in a room all alone would be the best way to channel this silence. In the center of an empty room aside from the furniture still just as bare as the day they became trapped within the plain walls along with him, it should be the epitome of silence.

And yet, there they remained, unwilling to give him peace.

The silence he so longed for as he sat straight up, feet neatly tucked below him was just out of reach. The perfect setting; the perfect time; the absolutely disastrous mind.

Eyes glazed over, looking but not seeing, he sat there for what felt like years but couldn't have been more than a few minutes. He waited for the silence to arrive: inwardly impatient, but outwardly frozen in time. It was right there. He could feel it; feel it like the draft that flowed in through the open window; feel it like the strands of hair blocking his vision; feel it like the rapid beating of his heart, he could feel it just out of reach.

So he continued to wait.

He knew what the logical solution that anyone would tell him would be: listening to them. Indulging them until they got bored of playing with him. It would be a logical solution, yes, however, an inevitably reckless one as well, for he knew that making such a decision would just start the roll of the dice. A gamble of his mind. Who would win: it was impossible to tell.

Thus, the torturous purgatory between sweet indulgence and clarifying silence would be where he remained.

Ha- "where."(Not even two minutes into the stalemate and he had already seemed to have succumb to them. Oh well- it was just a delay of the inevitable, anyways.)

That stupid weretiger that they couldn't shut up about- for better or for worse. It wasn't the being itself- no, even if he was clueless and insufferable at times, it was never actually him- but rather the role he played: the role that he was supposed to fill, not that animal that was chosen instead. The stupid feline couldn't even control his own abilities so what was it that made him so much better?

Obedience? Righteousness? Power? Or was it something else entirely?

Was he just simply not enough?

Yes- that had to be it.

If the man he had idolized so much for so long was able to treat that idiot so well, able to change his ways to turn a bullet straight to the head to an encouraging pat on the back, it just meant that he was never worth changing for.

And could he really blame him?

It's not like he was the best subordinate one could ask for, after all. One who carried out each job flawlessly and with no issues at all, who obeyed all orders without a word of defiance, who stood patient, ready and waiting for his next sentence. He wasn't that. He'd never be that.

Pathetic, they called him.

Good for nothing. Useless. Incapable. Hell, you even dragged your sister, the one you were supposed to protect, into this mess. But you can't protect anyone- not yourself and certainly not her.

Louder and louder they got, listing all his failures, all his wrongdoings, all that he couldn't do.

Loveless. You're not worthy like the others are.

At some point during all this, he started to cry, the salty tears wetting his lips, stinging where he had chewed them raw. It gave him enough of a ground to reality to shift his eyes into focus and notice the pure darkness that surrounded him. Too dark to simply be night, no, this darkness was self-inflicted; a punishment to disorientate him further and remind him how truly alone he was.

What would you need to know your surroundings for if no one is to come for you?, they came back to remind him.

And they were right. No one was coming to save him (you wouldn't be worthy of it even if they did). No one would even think to look in his direction. He was the mafia's dog: meant to sit there and be a good boy on his leash until the day he could no longer be revived and beat down again and again and again. That was all he was and that was all he'd ever be.

The darkness persisted for the next few hours.

He felt the tears as they ran down his face and heard them echo in his chamber of despair, roaring like thunder that he tried to convince himself was just outside and not there with him. He sat and cried like the pathetic runt he was. He and them: it was the endless cycle he was made to endure, and endure it he shall.

It wasn't until the morning sun finally peaked out from the horizon that he finally, finally, would feel what he had longed for since he first entered the room. The complete absence of sound as he sat all alone, as he always would be.

Blissful silence.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #akutagawa #ryuunosuke akutagawa #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd atsushi #dazai #atsushi nakajima

[theprincesslibrary]

1. The Blind Date

Elena had a vast knowledge of blind dates. She had arranged a few dozen of them at her previous boss's request (Varis Galvus) and canceled at least half of those at his son’s demand (the very man said dates were intended for). Zenos yae Galvus, 32, Garlemald's most eligible Bachelor, heir to the biggest tech company, disgustingly rich, devilishly handsome, smart… and an insufferable asshole — also, her current boss.

One may wonder, ‘Why are you the one arranging those dates, Elena ? That’s not part of your job description.’ Well, let’s just say the Galvuses men took the personal in personal assistant a bit too literally. Meaning she managed every aspect of their life from ordering wedding anniversary gifts to reviewing notes on an acquisition deal. She had done so when she was Varis Galvus’ PA and continued to do so for his son. She was thus in a precarious position, between the father — freshly retired with too much time on his hands who desperately wanted to marry off his son — and the son, who was content fucking models and refused to get hitched. In short: her life was a shitshow, she was overworked, exhausted, and contemplating murder (which Galvus man would die was yet to be determined). But really, what was a lifetime in prison if she could sleep and eat on her own time?

This is why Elena had also been on countless blind dates — not hers, but Zenos’. She either:

canceled the dates (and got a ‘champagne facial’ more than once — jilted women, especially the rich and spoiled ones, seldom enjoyed being disregarded by a man who didn't even bother to show)

been his reason for a quick escape (‘Oh look at that, my PA is here, something must have happened at the office’ — insert looks that could kill from said spoiled women)

or worked on papers while his potential life partners talked about mergers, combined power, world domination, evil deeds… Whatever one talks about when two prominent families try to become one through the eternal (minus a few divorces) and financially beneficial (careful about those costly divorces, better to sign a prenup) bonds of marriage.  

But tonight was her first blind date. It was not as bad as she feared. Robert (‘Call me Bob’) was nice in a completely inoffensive way. He had picked a lovely place for dinner; they had a good table, the food was delicious, he was considerate and polite, and didn’t cut her off when she talked. He was… perfectly adequate. But he was, well, Bob. No offense to the Bobs of the world, but she could hardly picture herself screaming his name in ecstasy. Also, he worked in accounting and enjoyed it (which made her doubt his ability to bring her to ecstasy). The evening had thus been uneventful boring until Bob excused himself to take a call from his mother and was replaced by Zenos. Handsome, rude, thoughtless, completely inadequate, Zenos.

That was a name she could picture herself screaming, partly because she had done so in the privacy of her room — out of anger and frustration, mind you — but also because whenever he said her name it rolled off his tongue most lasciviously, setting her ablaze with three little syllables. He did it on purpose, she knew he did. He had been edging on an HR complaint since he first marched into her office with a smirk on his face and the most ridiculous demands about the Leveneur acquisition deal.

Galvus senior had been a demanding boss, and he did treat her more like his personal valet than his personal assistant, but his son was a different beast entirely. Zenos was ruthless. They called him ‘The Reaper’ for his ability to make tough calls. He took the decisions everyone else was too scared to make. Sometimes that meant reducing the workforce of the off-branch location by 27%, but that also meant he was the reason why the other 73% still had a job. It wasn’t so much his methods she loathed, it wasn’t the long hours or even the stupid coffee order, it was his work ethic. Or lack thereof. It was the endless stream of conquest parading in front of her desk at every hour of the day; the never-ending procession of glamazons, marching into his office like some Victoria's Secret fashion. The noises they made — of course, he fucked them in his office — were not just completely inappropriate, not to mention a violation of at least 12 HR regulations; they were a constant reminder of the arid state of her own sex life. How could she have time for a one-night stand, let alone a relationship, when she spent all her waking hours chained to her desk? She was quite certain he was doing it to get a rise out of her. Disgusting, horrid, insufferable lech.

So although she was taken aback by his presence, she also wasn’t. He had a way of finding himself where she’d least expect him. That is, where he’d most annoy her, which he was doing right now, by silently staring at her, his piercing blue eyes finding her softest places. He was making her uncomfortable and enjoyed every second of it. He wanted to watch her squirm and she had to restrain herself from nervously smoothing the tablecloth, the wrinkles and breadcrumbs completely incongruous next to his perfectly tailored suit.

“Why are you here, Elena?” “I'm on a date.” “A date.” His voice might have been casual, but his stare was anything but. He looked predatory, dangerous. “With Kingsley? From accounting? That’s where fun goes to die, Elena.” “We can’t all date lingerie models.”

He chuckled. Was he seriously judging her choice of date? And was she really being defensive of Bob from accounting? Four (five?) glasses of wine may have helped her endure that tedious date, but it was clearly affecting her self-control, which was already severely eroded by the aggravating man sitting across from her.

“Jealous are we, Elena,” he almost purred, her name dripping from his lips like honey. “Stop doing that,” she snapped. “Doing what?" “Saying my name.”

His smirk turned wolfish, he leaned forward in his chair, his eyes fixed on her lips, and she felt a blush creep up her face. His eyes glittered, and she knew he was enjoying the power he had over her.

“Is there something wrong with your name? Elena.” His voice was low, much too low; her name but a murmur, the promise of something wicked. She inhaled sharply, and leaned back in her chair, away from the table, away from him. “Why are you here M. Galvus?”. Not Zenos, never Zenos. “Work meeting.” “Lie.” “Is it?” “There was no meeting tonight, professional or otherwise. I would know, I plan every second of your life.”

He was enjoying himself, she could feel the grin spread from his mouth to his eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest, another barrier between them.

“While this has been lovely, I’d appreciate it if you left, my date will be here any second now.” “No, he won’t. I told him I’d take you home, to which he replied ‘ yes, Sir ’ before running away like a true romance hero.” “Fucking Bob.” She slurred. “You’re adorable when you're drunk.” “I am not.” She refuted with a petulant scowl. “Drunk or adorable?” “Either. And I can uber myself home, thank you very much.” “You could, but it would be unwise. You’re drunk, and men are pigs.”

She scoffed at him.

“And what does that make you?” “Your knight in shining armor of course.” “Fine.” She lifted her head and he walked to her side of the table and held out his hand, “but you’re paying for dinner.” “Kingsley might be a coward but he’s not a boor. He took care of that when he left.”

Her mouth round in a silent ‘O’, and all she could do was nod as she stood, stumbling slightly in her drunkenness. His arm snaked its way quickly around her waist, his body steady and strong against hers. Fire ran through her veins and she couldn't suppress the sigh that escaped her lips. If he heard it, he was gentlemanly enough not to tease her about it. Instead, he carefully led her outside the restaurant, where a valet waited next to his sports car.

“Of course, you drive a Garlond.”

He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. He might have called her ‘adorable’ again, but she was too numb with alcohol to be sure, not drunk really, just floating. He opened her door, as a gentleman would, and eased her into the passenger seat, before sitting behind the wheel.

“To Park avenue…” “I know where you live, Elena,” he interrupted her.

Her name again, so warm in his mouth and soft on her skin, sent sparks of electricity down to her core. She sighed and rested her forehead against the cool glass of the window, trying to clear the fog that was engulfing her brain. Outside, the city lights danced in the night, blurring into colored streaks as the car picked up speed.

“I thought I told you to stop that.” “You did.” “You're an asshole,” she finally stated matter-of-factly. He chuckled, the sound warming the inside of the car. “Most days,” he conceded. “And I hate you.” Another small laugh. “No, you don't.” “No,” she admitted softly, like a secret whispered in sleep, “I don’t.”

#zenos yae galvus #zenos #Zenos/WoL #zenos galvus #FFXIV #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #OC: Elena #My writing #blind date #power imbalance #prompt

[stevensaus]

Though Your Voice Shakes (Guest Post)

This guest post is written by Molly Sotherden, a glass artist who writes weekly posts about stained glass, her unconventional life, and things she believes in over on her Patreon. You can get a sneak peek at https://msotherdenartglass.com/blogs/news. I believe her writing needs no editorial comment from me. This particular post has content warnings for reproductive rights, US politics, and sexual assault.

“Stand before the people you fear and speak your mind – even if your voice shakes. When you least expect it, someone may actually listen to what you have to say. Well-aimed slingshots can topple giants.” - Maggie Kuhn An artist, a college professor, a scientist, a small business owner and two veterans walk into a maternal surgery suite. Between them, they have 3 miscarriages, 3 fibroidectomies, and 4 abortions, resulting in 9 or more D&C’s. What’s a D&C you ask? Oh, the procedure involved for every single one of those issues mentioned. (And for those saying “Fibroidectomies don’t involve a D&C.” Um yeah, in this particular case it did. You weren’t there.) So who’s who, you ask? That doesn’t matter. The “punchline” in this joke of a legal decision is that women will die without this procedure being available universally. And they are someone’s sister wife mother daughter Did you notice that the women in question are initially listed by occupation, and not their relative importance to a man? Were you able to more easily dismiss them out of hand because of that? Or did you maybe dismiss them because you didn’t know them personally? Think about that for a second. No, really take a sec. Think about what that room must have been like for those women, and what that procedure must have been like. Think about the fact that if it needs to happen now, in many of our states, the brothers and husbands and fathers and sons of those women will sit with them while they die of incomplete miscarriages, rupturing fibroids, and botched abortions. Hi. I’m Molly. I’m one of those women above, and I’ve had a D&C. I’m speaking up about it not only because I’ve been through the procedure that everybody is suddenly talking about, but also because I have no intention of allowing my husband or boyfriend or dad or mom or sister or grandfather or … have I made my point? In short, I resolve to the best of my ability to allow no one to mourn me prematurely because my body chooses to do a biological thing that I’m not keen on. (Fibroids are stupid painful by the way.) I’m speaking up because I had to fight for the birth control of my choice for years in order to fulfill my dream of never being a biological parent. I’m speaking up because I’m a foster parent, and I know that every case file I’ve read of nearly every little girl I happened to cross paths with in my auspices as a foster parent has either been sexually assaulted or worse. I speak up because I believe in being who my metaphorical younger self needed, and have no intention of allowing children who can’t even do long division to assume the burden of speaking out about their experience that no child should ever have. And I speak up because it is a vile thing to try and decide which is “better”… A child whose flesh is so torn because of their age when assaulted or raped that they may never have children of their own? Or a child old enough to have some idea of what has happened to them, and who is then traumatized for the length of their lifetime (and that’s assuming they even survive pregnancy) because they have been forced to give birth to their rapist’s child? Several cities and states are in the process - right now - of either creating safe spaces for people like the women and children above, or they are not. And in either case, there will be a time and place when it is being debated publicly. Whether in a city council meeting, or a public hearing session in a statehouse, public commenting is allowed in such spaces, and I know, because I’ve done it more than a few times now. And in more than a few places. And I will continue to speak out in these venues because I AM SOMEONE, even though my voice shakes. Therefore, if you know or love someone with a uterus, (whether provably functional or not) I ask you to publicly stand with that sister wife mother daughter person and do so by speaking in ways that solidly paint you as an ally. Become part of the right side of history by standing and speaking out with us. “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.” - Margaret Mead Featured Image by Antonio Cansino from Pixabay Read the full article

#abortion #assault #politics #rape #reproductiverights #sexualassault #uspol

[scarlet-spider7]

Spider-Man into the Spiderverse is the Most Unique Film Ever

The Most Uniqe Super Hero Movie 

By: scarlet-Spider7 

Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse was released in the US on December 14th, 2018, and people were not ready for how damn good this movie was. The animation he voice acting, the story, the music, oh god the music, this movie pushed boundaries, and created a movie that gets an A+ in every category a movie can get! It has virtually no flaws, and in practice it has no flaws either! Its 116 minutes (about 2 hours) of your life you don’t want back, hell you want to dedicate more of your life to it. If there is a scene in this movie where you're not cuming your little pants, you're not watching Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse. And therefore, it might be the most fantastic movie to ever grace Hollywood. 

Cast Appreciation: 

First, we must discuss the cast. There is Shamiek Moore playing Miles, he does an excellent job and this movie is a good fit for him due to his connection to music. There is also Jake Johnson is also a fantastic pick for his role as Peter B. Parker, due to his comedic roots, but also his ability to be serious. And as Gwen, we have Hailee freaking Steinfeld! She’s a fantastic pick here due to her fantastic acting skills but also her ties with pop culture. And for Spider-Ham we have John FUCKING Mulaney, a perfect role for the comedian, but that’s not all! For Peni Parker we have Kimiko Glenn an extremely versatile voice actor who used her skills to play such a fun part. And Nicholas Cage for gods' sakes is playing Spider-Man Noir, holy shit! Chris Pine as Peter Parker, Kathryn Hahn as Doc Ock, Mahershala Ali as Uncle Aron, and Oscar Isaac as Spider-Man 2099! As well as this the composers and singers and such for the movie create some of the best music for a movie period. So, I'll link them before we go on, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) - Soundtracks - IMDb 

Peter Parker is great.  

After many stories with him over the years we get to meet and grow as a person among Peter Parker. One of his best traits is the ability to learn from his mistakes and use them to become a morally stronger person. But Peter can only mess up so many times before you go “Oh god Pete, you did that stupid thing last week!” A way to avoid this is to make sure he doesn't make the same mistake twice, seems simple enough, but if Pete isn’t making mistakes, you’d have to fundamentally change how he is written as a character. I’m dubbing it the “Parker Problem” as I don’t believe I've seen it discussed anywhere else. This movie avoids the Parker Problem by scrapping Peter entirely, they even touch on the Parker problem in a way by showing a perfect Pete at the beginning of the film. So, who is this champion that steps up to “replace” Peter Parker, Miles Morales. Chances are if you're reading this, you know who he is, but do you know who he is? 

Who the hell is Miles Morales? 

In short Miles is just a kid from Brooklyn. He loves music and art, and is just trying his best to fit in. Peter’s struggles are internal, he has to balance making the right decision, with his own greed and ego, but what he wants more than anything is to help his loved ones. Same goes for Miles, but Miles’ decisions are made from fear, rather than greed or ego. And of course, he wants to help the people he loves. With such a simple change in the way Miles is written, we get to tell classic Spider-Man stories form a whole different angle with all new stakes. What I left out, that is perhaps most important, is Miles wants to fit in. Miles attends Brooklyn Visions Academy, where he is wildly out of his element, he doesn't fit in here like he did at his old school, he feels like nobody understands him.  

The Other Spider-People. 

As showed, Miles and Peter are fundamentally the same, with some differences. This is the same for the rest of the Spider-People in this film, especially Gwen. If Peter deals with his ego and greed, and Miles juggles with his fears, then Gwen's weakness is that she shuts everyone out. Unlike most Spider-People, where when someone close to you dies you learn the right lesson, Gwen learned the wrong lesson, and in this film, she learns to open up. The same goes for Peni, Spider-Man Noir, and Spider-Ham. While we don’t get to see much of their character in the film it’s implied, they also have lost people like Miles, and that they are like Miles, and that they UNDERSTAND Miles. So, who did Miles lose? 

Aron Davis. 

In Miles quest to fit in, he is naturally gravitated towards his uncle, Aron. Aron is good guy at his heart, but he does all the wrong things, but Miles is too desperate to see that. Too desperate to fit in, too desperate to be like his uncle, to desperate to have a mentor. This is all clear to Miles once he realizes that his uncle, is the Prowler, the man who works for his enemy the man whose been trying to kill him. Miles's world is flipped upside down. He doesn't know who he wants to be anymore. Little does he know his father has been trying to be that figure in his life the whole time and little did he know having his father to look up to would be healthier. He and his father see each other's flaws as well as their strengths, creating a healthier dynamic. Aron is who Miles wants to be and his dad is who he needs to be. But also, by the end of the film, he learns fitting in is overrated, by realizing this, he also gets over his fears, he jumps off the tallest building he can find to prove to himself he can do it, he can be Spider-Man, even with his fears and his demons he can be Spider-Man, and in doing so he can learn to be himself.  

You Can Wear the Mask 

Anyone can! No matter what your demons are, no matter who you are, all you must know is that “With great power, there must also come great responsibility”  

#spider man #miles morales #spiderman into the verse

[jaynieruby]

Equanimity

My love,

I honestly don’t know how to start this letter. It’s 11:43pm, 23rd of June, a Wednesday. I’m sitting in an office chair and typing on my laptop at my new office table I talked to you about yesterday. I don’t even know if I have the right to ask for your forgiveness for what I did for the past few days, but let me say I’m sorry.

I was wrong. I am wrong. And with probability, certainty and 101% accuracy, I will be wrong. These are more than enough reasons for you to part away; such reality kept me staring at my desk lumped with books you bought me the other day. These thoughts devour my ability to assess what my “thinking brain” thinks, for my “feeling brain” repeats the phrase amor gignit amorem in my head, “tell him you love him, for love isn’t love ‘till you give it away.”

To reconcile what is irreconcilable is immaterial in this moment. We have our own differences, unfortunately, we haven’t overcome those. You have all the reasons in the world to be mad at me. You have shown me nothing but love, sacrifice and patience. You made me part of your life, and for a moment, even, your world. Yet, I was too immature to see that. I was too selfish. Self-centered. Illogical. Insecure.

What will keep a man clinging to a relationship he doesn’t need? What will keep a man clinging to a relationship he, instead of celebrating, tolerates? I have failed to see that, and for that I’m sorry.

Forever, I will always remember the way you make me laugh. The way you don’t like me putting makeup on. Every time you scold me for another stupid decision. The way you look at me, the same way you look at the stars at Motoyori. Your habitual humorous cruelty against me; the main reason being you love to see me annoyed. The way you hold me when life gets, in my definition, barbaric. The way you hold my chin pretending it’s an ice cream cone. The way you repeatedly adore me, even at my ugliest days. Your letters, poems and messages that I read 100 times already to say is an underestimation. Most especially the day, you first kissed me, when I unconsciously put my right hand to caress your face, implying you to go on. The little trembles I felt in your body as it touched mine. I still get the “butterflies' ' every time I think of that moment. I am not what I am today if it weren’t for you. I’d like to take this opportunity to fill in my gratitude.

Look now, the sky is black but it isn’t empty.

Little did I know that this shy feeling of mine for you will grow this strong. There is no doubt that I love you. If I get the chance to tell the world that, I will. I am and will be forever proud that you were my man. You are a man of generosity. You make sure people you love know they are loved. The confidence inside you does not preclude you from presenting content and humbleness when needed. You look up to people who value not wealth, but happiness. You don’t need the approval of other people for doing what you believe is right – and that’s undoubtedly worthy of a feisty fist-bomb. I envy you for being secure and decisive. Inside and out, you’re better than I am. Among others, these are the things in you I neglect to part with. 

I miss you, honey.

Knowing that this may be the last few words to tell makes my throat dry. I miss your kisses. The sweet smile on your lips. The outburst of your laughter, particularly when I told you about my new bangs. The look in your eyes saying that “I’m always here.”

My love, I’m still here sitting at my office chair, mindlessly thinking, wishfully dreaming, that it isn’t too late. 

I cannot promise that I’d be a perfect girlfriend. I would mind fabricating a promise to have you back.

This is too much of me to ask, let me take care of you. Let me be with you. Share with me all your joy, desire and pain. Let me use my best colors for our portrait. Like the sky in the morning at 6am, let me look up to you. Let me beg for as insignificant as the footnotes in the script of your life. Let me be fooled by this love, for I already am an idiotic fool. Repeat with me our secret languages there’s no one else to share with. Let us again, suffice with love the mercurial and capricious passions and highs.

Forever yours.