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feminismisstillahatemovement · 10 months

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I appreciate your answer about sex, (but do find it unsatisfactory to exclude outliers because they're inconvenient.) Incidentally, have you asked yourself what constitutes a medical condition as opposed to a natural variation? Why isn't left-handedness a medical condition when it clearly makes life harder? How about extreme introversion? -- Id ssy it boils down to values. The things we consider conditions are largely (90%) that which society does does not value. Which is why I find your hand-waving towards medical conditions unsatisfactory. It's not based in science, it's based in feeling and sentiment.

"I appreciate your answer about sex, (but do find it unsatisfactory to exclude outliers because they're inconvenient.)"

I don't see how pointing out that medical conditions that only affect 1 in however many tens of thousands of people cannot be held up as the everyday norm and be meaningfully reflective of the wider population or our general definitions of male and female is excluding outliers: I've taken the time to actively address them, and weigh up their relevance in the matter under discussion, even though it's a bit like talking about the influence and importance of a single raindrop falling in the ocean.

There's a rare medical condition called Auto-Brewery Syndrome, in which alcohol is produced in a non-drinker's stomach only through the fermentation of carbohydrate-rich food: are we excluding and 'erasing' those sufferers by not talking about them every time we discuss alcoholism or pub closing times or instruct people not to drink and drive? Or do we just all realize that outlier will not have any meaningful application in these matters for 99.99% of the people we are addressing?

There's another extremely rare condition known as 'aquagenic urticaria'; an allergy to water, in which itchy hives break out on people's bodies whenever they are exposed to it. Are we cruelly excluding the experiences of those people by not bringing them up every time we talk about going swimming or taking a shower? Should their existence make us reconsider everything we know about human beings and H20?

Also, I'm humouring you because it's an interesting topic to explore and think on, but it must be pointed out that I'm really not here to "satisfy" you in any way: you are the one putting forth the brand new, untested and outlandish position that a person can simply choose their sex or race or height or number of eyes (delete as applicable), and that the rest of the world must fall in line with that belief. But the overwhelming majority of the human race does not agree with that belief, and never has: therefore, the burden of proof and argument must remain with you.

"Incidentally, have you asked yourself what constitutes a medical condition as opposed to a natural variation? Why isn't left-handedness a medical condition when it clearly makes life harder?"

I suppose one of the differences would be that around 10% or more of the population is left-handed, and it has been reliably documented for hundreds of years in a way that the present explosion of teenage girls wanting to have their breasts cut off has not. There is, in fact, no precedent for the present situation - it doesn't even resemble the documented (and disproportionately male) cases of transvestisism throughout history.

Also, I don't see how being left-handed makes LIFE 'harder', other than human-made objects like tin openers are set up for use by the majority: I'm not aware that left-handed people are massively more likely to kill themselves than righties, for instance, or that there's huge numbers of left-handers getting both hands cut off and swapped and stitched back on so that they can feel normal.

I know the transgenderist argument is that there has apparently been a large increase in the visibility of left-handed people since religious superstitions fell by the wayside and schools stopped forcing them to write with their other hand, and hence the number of male rapists today identifying as women once arrested must simply be because of the removal of the stigma around doing so, and that these courageous and beautiful women are at last able to live their truth out in the open, or at least in the general population of a women's prison.

But is that really the only explanation? Is that really the best explanation?

To take a different example from the news, this past year there has been an unprecedented rise in people throwing soup at culturally invaluable paintings: is this best explained as something that people have always innately needed to do whenever they see a beautiful work of art, and as necessary to them as breathing for them to keep on living, but have always just been unjustly prevented from doing so by the soupnormative paintriarchy, or is it more likely that most of the people doing it today are gripped with an ideologically-created hysteria, that has told them they will be admired or rewarded in some way by their teachers and peers for doing so, which in turn will make them feel they are good and special?

Although in the case of the wide variety of medical and psychological conditions that are presently being included in the umbrella category of "gender" there must be many, many factors to take into consideration, my impression continues to be that foremost among them has to be social contagion.

"I find your hand-waving towards medical conditions unsatisfactory. "

"It's not based in science, it's based in feeling and sentiment."

Pot, meet kettle.

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laf-outloud · 6 months

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To continue the brewery discussion, weren’t there rumors (I think lol-jackles mentioned them) that WB invested in it at the beginning? And that’s the reason they were able to use the Family Business name? If so then Jenneel is losing even more money for WB.

It looks like that speculation does come from lol-jackles. I check out their FBBC tag and didn't see any physical proof, just educated guesses. The first page has a couple of different scenarios of what would happen to the WB's money if they did invest. I recommend checking that out!

#ask box #fbbc critical #lol-jackles #jensen critical

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dufrau · 3 months

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hey, i’m thinking about getting blundstones for work/woods traipsing. i know i want a waterproof pair, but is there anything else i should look for/do you have a specific type of blundstone you might recommend?

Hmm. Im not sure I can be super helpful, I dont have any Blundstones, theyre not really my aesthetic or the kind of construction im into personally but from what I hear they are super comfortable and i know people who love them a lot!

Personally i love a brown boot so my advice is always buy brown unless you wear a lot of black pants. I like the look of the tobacco suede color or the saddle brown, but again i am admittedly biased (for some reason I feel like chelsea boots especially look good in rusty colors, i dont know why!)

they do look super comfy though. i just watched a video of one cut in half and the outsole is like an inch and a half of foam under your foot so yeah. whichever you buy is probably gonna be very comfortable! looks like theyre all made with "water resistant" leather, which either means there's something tanned into it to make it extra water resistant or maybe they just finish them with a leather protector of some kind. leather is never really "water proof" just by nature of being a porous natural material but these boots should keep your feet dry unless youre going out of your way to get them wet.

basically if youre looking for a comfy boot that's easy to slip on and off you can't really go wrong with a blundstone from what i can tell.

sorry im not more helpful im just like the opposite boot demographic, im all about a heavy leather insole and midsole that make you suffer to break them in lol.

i also have never owned a chelsea boot in my life! what kind of boot guy am i even???

(if i WERE going to buy a chelsea though i would probably get the thursday cavalier in the dark brown suede (if they ever release this boot in a more rusty looking suede i will 100% buy it tbh). very different aesthetic than a blundstone, and the leather sole is obviously not really suitable for stomping around in the woods. but for my use case i uh mostly stomp around breweries. so.)

ANYWAY. cheers! happy boot shopping!

#boot posting #asks

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antihinged · 1 year

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recently I went down a DB Cooper rabbit hole & while the case was interesting, i am far more fascinated by the people who are into the DB Cooper case.

they’re all reasonably average people who become feral when the subject of DB Cooper is broached, like unsolved crime werewolves on the conspiracy full moon

i joined a Facebook group full of them just to watch and observe & im so fascinated. yes yes, let’s speculate on what DB Cooper’s Spotify playlist would be. how fun is that??? the guy jumped out of a plane once, i’m sure he would’ve had a plane hijacking playlist that includes Tom Petty’s “Free-falling”. i love watching the one guy still actively pursuing the case argue with himself about the proof he personally found not lining up with his own theory about DB Cooper’s true identity. Fuck yes King go OFF

im obsessed, enthralled. this is the reason i stay in the PNW. where else can you accidentally end up in the same brewery as people from a Facebook true crime conspiracy group and see your friends in the background of the photo they post in that wild group. answer: nowhere. i love DB Cooper fans. im a DB Cooper Enthusiast enthusiast.

#db cooper #true crume

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 6 months

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If all of this is at Kurt and Courtney's house. I can see Kurt not wanting to get out of the bedroom at first...

(I smoked and my idea escalated... I have no clue what this is. I was the anon who talked about wanting fanfic about it all at first so shoutout to @that1bvbfan for the BBQ idea and everyone else sending in ideas. I don't write fanfiction and I do not want anyone to expect anything in the following. I tried to incorporate a lot of what all of you said including some breaking bad references. English is not my first language, it's like 2am and juat smoked be kind to me)

After a while Mike wonders about Kurt's absence. He asks Courtney about it. Drink in hand Courtney dissappears for a while and returns with her husband. Whatever happened behind the closed bedroom door remains a mystery to their guests. However they were content with keeping it that way; especially with both Kurt and Courtney seemingly in high spirits.

The couple quickly makes themselves comfortable on their patio furniture. While the two loved hosting, neither Kurt nor Courtney were known for their cooking skills. With some even fearing for their lives whenever Courtney entered a kitchen*; it usually was up to the other group members to provide food. Not that this was a big issue though. Especially Jonny loved to cook at any given event. His journey into the culinary world started with beverages. Last summer him and Mike build a little brewery in their garage; leading to a newfound passion in the younger Greenwood brother. Much to Mike's dismay, Jonny did not end up brewing any beer. Rather than anything alcoholic at all, he started brewing his own gingerale called Grünwaldbräu.

Even at this very BBQ Jonny stands by the grill flipping patties and sipping his own ice cold Grünwaldbräu. As Jonny takes another sip, he can't help but wonder how he ended up in a place like this. His new group of friends being made up of the most enticing group of junkies anyone could ever imagine. Mike and Courtney were always jokingly referring to each other as sisters, even long before he ever came into the picture. Courtney was even in Mike's band for a short while. Being friends with Courtney must leads to intresting people in your life. The proof of it was right in front of him on a patio. Just when Jonny got lost in the smoke coming from the patties his thoughts got ripped out of his mind when he heard a familiar laughter. It was Layne's.

Layne came into Jonny's life about 9 months ago the same way a lot of weird things in his life did. His older brother Colin. It's just that usually these things didn't have blonde dreadlocks and a goatee. Colin met Layne at a show and the two talked on the phone every night for the next few weeks. "I fell in love with every beautiful and grotesque word", that's what Colin likes to say. Jonny had to chuckle when he flipped a patty as the blonde singer asked "who the fuck orders a pizza to a BBQ? No for real there is like a pizza delivery dude at the front door. Dude looks like a rat. That's some Ninja Turtle stuff right there!" Ahh yes... The most beautiful words "pizza delivery dude at the front door".

Slowly someone raised their hand. With a sheepish grin Kurt explained...

"Didn't know if I'd ever come down you know?"

"Well except for the pizza!", Layne laughs. As the two were high-fiving Jonny couldn't help but notice how close the two blue eyed men were...

"Hey Mike... how do Kurt and Layne know each other again..?"

*(during the recording of in utero Courtney visited Kurt in the studio. She wanted to cook a roast. The band unplugged the oven ans acted as if it was broken

hoooooly crap

#most attractive 90s musician #asks #jike bbq crack fic

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gts350 · 1 year

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TELL TH PEOPLE ABOUT MOONSHINE MADNESS

SMILES DEMENTEDLY YES BOSS

In 1992, the small Louisiana town of Copperhead is about to get turned upside down when local nuisance and general menace turned murderer Milo Guidry goes on a bloody boozing, cruising and killing spree with the help of his bar manager boyfriend and amateur mechanic Lonnie Richard. One accidental night of bloodshed in an out of town honky tonk bar devolves into a months long spree of Milo scanning local bars, diners and motels for potential "prey". All while family friend and town sheriff Pickens & his coroner nephew Slim scramble to figure out what or who is mutilating these bar flies.

Soon enough Milo gets sloppy and Lonnie's "fool proof" alibi starts to unravel, the Guidry family starts to get suspicious and as the radius of these brutal killings shrinks, the whole drama damn near tears the once peaceful town of Copperhead apart- literally! 🔨🌾🩸⚰️🍻⛓️

MILO by day a troublemaking but laid back redneck with a deep love for his family and dark secret doing odd jobs around town and his family's property (a former 'shine brewery) but by night a brutal boozin' killer with fast growing bloodlust.

and his bf LONNIE a ragin' cajun hotrodder and manager at Ricky's Honky Tonk Grill, a local watering hole that Milo and his brothers frequent. Lonnie has some questionable connections that allows this mess to carry on uninterrupted for far too long.

Not pictured is Slim, Milo's cousin Joey and the rest of his clueless, loving white trash family. Mother Loretta, father Michael and brothers Hank & Waylon!

PLAYLIST - PINTEREST BOARD - TOYHOUSE

#buck.txt #OCs #original horror story #asks #moonshine madness

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tempest-sun · 2 years

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Forever and For Always Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Transmission

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,403

Summary: Rex acts on Cody’s advice and someone discovers your secret.

Ch. 01 - Ch. 02 - Ch. 03 - Ch. 04

Now, let’s go fight for your girl.

Those seven words from his Vod repeat on a loop in Rex’s mind giving him courage as he rounds the corner towards the café where he first met you. A part of him hopes that you will be there waiting, sipping on a mug of your favourite caf, a smile on your lovely face. He misses your smile and longs to see it again. Rex isn’t a religious man but he is praying to every Maker who will listen that he is successful in the fight to get you back.

Rex pauses outside the glass door entrance of the café. The signage in the window is still flipped to closed. In his haste to investigate your change of heart, he forgot that it is still the wee hours of morning. A flicker of movement inside gives him hope. With trembling hands, Rex pushes open the door relieved to hear the bell above the door trill.

“Sorry, we are still closed—” Dy looks up from counting the credits in the till. “Rex, what’re you doing here?”

“I’m sorry to intrude but I needed to talk to you.” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

“It couldn’t have waited until later?” She crinkles her nose. “After you showered? No offense but you smell like a Florrum brewery.”

Rex shakes his head. “This can’t wait.”

Dy sighs. She’s heard first hand from you, affectionately of course, how stubborn he could be.

“Sit. I’ll brew up some caf. Maker knows you need it.” She places a thin caf filter into the metal tray pouring a generous amount of a high concentrated caf grounds in. Sliding the metal tray in place, she presses a red button to allow the brewing process to begin. The first drops of caf drip into the insulated pot.

Rex sits on one of the red plastic stools lining the edge of the metal countertop. Wringing his hands, he asks the question he’s been dying to ask since he entered the café. “H-how is she?”

“She’s holding up,” Dy says carefully, pouring the freshly brewed caf into a mug for him. “I know you want answers but I can’t betray her confidence.”

“Please,” Rex catches her wrist gently, releasing it when she doesn't turn away. “Help me understand.”

Dy purses her lips studying the clone in front of her. The lines on his face have deepened from the frown that’s made residence on his lips. His brown eyes are bloodshot with dark circles under them is further proof how much your breakup has affected him. She drops her shoulders wanting nothing more than to clear up this whole mess. For both your sakes but she can only do so much without betraying you while also helping Rex find some closure.

“I’m not the person you should be asking,” she leans on the counter on her forearms.

“You know she won’t answer my calls.” Rex looks confused at her suggestion.

“Not Y/N.” Dy drops her voice despite it only being the two of them. “I shouldn’t be saying this but because I love you both… you’ll need to ask General Skywalker about what happened.”

“General Skywalker? What does he have to do with it?” Rex sets the half empty mug down on the counter.

“Y/N didn’t and wouldn’t say much beyond the fact that General Skywalker implied that she was the reason you were injured.” Dy reveals. “Had to pry it from her after I calmed her down.”

Oh Cyar’ika. Rex clenches his fists, anger bubbling in his heart. “She doesn’t believe that, does she?”

Dy places her hand on his wrist. “I tried to tell her otherwise but she wouldn’t listen to me. You know how she is once her mind is made up.”

Rex nods agreeing with her but he also knows how effective the General can be in his intimidation tactics. He gets up abruptly. “I have to go.” He reaches for his credit bag.

Dy puts her hand up. “It’s on the house.”

“Thank you,” Rex says, turning to leave. He stops remembering the other reason he came to the café. “Dy?”

“Yeah?” She puts down the coffee pot.

Rex extracts the necklace from his pocket. “Can you make sure she gets this?”

Dy gives him a reassuring tilt of her head. “Of course, but where are you going?”

“There’s someone I need to speak to.”

The journey from the café to the barracks passed Rex by in a blur. He strides across the shiny granite floors, his focus strictly on the figure of the Jedi Knight he is looking for.

“General Skywalker,” Rex barely keeps his voice professional as he calls out in greeting.

Anakin smiles. “Ah Rex! Glad to see you’re back on your feet—” He doesn’t have to use the force to recognize Rex’s simmering fury. “Rex? Are you okay?”

“What did you say to her?” Rex balls his fists at his side.

“Say to who—?”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, yeah, Y/N,” Anakin takes a deep breath, deciding not to bother with being coy. “Look, I only told her that the relationship you had is not realistic in the long run…”

“So you decided to take it upon yourself to intimidate the woman I love and scare her away?!” Rex seethes pointing his finger at Anakin.

“Rex, you have to understand that I only did it to protect you,” Anakin tries to reason. “At least until the war is over and legislation passes so you can live your life however you want.”

“With all due respect General, my personal affairs are none of your business to interfere with.”

“But it is my business, Rex. Especially when it comes to yours and the 501st’s well-being and efficiency,” Anakin gestures around him. “Especially in light of what happened on that last mission.”

“That had nothing to do with my ‘efficiency’ and you damn well know that!” Rex snarls.

Anakin’s features soften. “Rex, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t kriffin’ tell me to calm down!” Rex shouts. A few clones turn to look towards the pair. “You may have just cost me the love of my life due to your misguided perception of events.”

Anakin places his hand on Rex’s shoulder, reaching out with the force to quell the fire of the captain's rage. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but this is for the best. You need to just let her go.”

Rex shrugs the General’s hand off his shoulder, giving him a scathing look. “If it was the Senator, would you be able to ‘just let her go’?”

“Now that’s different.” Anakin crosses his arms, his clenched jaw ticking.

”Do tell,” Rex challenges.

“Well, for starters Padmé, I mean the Senator and I— we— uh,” he stammers.

“Anakin, come in, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice interrupts whatever explanation Anakin would try to come up with to justify his actions.

“I’m here,” Anakin replies.

Rex scoffs. Saved by the bell.

“I just got word that we are to be dispatched to Yerbana to aid Cody and the 212st effective immediately. Where are you?”

“I’m here at the Barracks with Rex.”

“Excellent. We leave on the hour. Be ready.”

Rex gives General Skywalker a look that says ‘this discussion isn’t over’ before walking out of the barracks with Anakin in tow.

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You find yourself back in Doctor Minez’s office. After the stress you’ve been under for the past week, you’ve decided that it is better to be safe than sorry when it comes to yours and Rex’s unborn child.

Rex.

Last night’s events come flooding back to you in vivid detail. The pain etched on Rex’s face after you lied to him about not loving him anymore torturing your mind. In a bid to stay calm and to soothe yourself, you rub your subtle bump with your hand. Despite everything, you wish Rex was here. He would know the exact thing to say to reassure you and keep you calm. He has an uncanny ability to do that. It’s one of many reasons why he is such a good man and why he would make an excellent father.

“Good afternoon, y/n,” Doctor Minez walks into the office gently closing the door behind her. “How are you today?”

You smile at her from the examination bench. “I’m okay, and you?”

She sits opposite you on a durasteel chair. “Busy, you’re lucky you came in when you did. Now what can I do for you?”

You clear your throat. “I was wondering if you could check to make sure the baby is okay? Um, I’ve been under a lot of stress this week and I just want to make sure everything is fine.”

“Of course I can,” she smiles kindly. “Let’s go do another ultrasound to make sure. Follow me.”

You lay on another examination table with your shirt bunched up under your breasts and a cold translucent jelly smeared on your stomach. You wait in anticipation, staring at the black and white picture on the screen.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

You nearly sob in relief at the sound of your baby's heartbeat. You settle for a laugh, covering your hand with your mouth.

“There we are,” Doctor Minez pats your knee. “Nice strong heartbeat and from what I can tell, your baby is developing beautifully.”

“That is such good news,” you grab a tissue from the desk, wiping the excess jelly off, and fixing your shirt back down in its proper place. You stand, planting your feet on the ground. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”

“Anytime hun. I’m going to schedule you for another check up in approximately three weeks, just to make sure everything continues to progress the way that it is supposed to. Okay?” She hands you the updated ultrasound photos.

You take them from her. “Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“And try to avoid any unnecessary stress too.”

“I will. Thank you again Doc.” You leave the ultrasound room, walk past the reception area, and out of the maternity wing. You smile down at the photos in your hand not paying attention to where you are going. Oof.

You look up to the solid mass that you just bumped into, paling when you see that it is Jesse. He grips your biceps to steady you. “Y/N, what’re you doing here?”

You shake your head, bending down to pick up the scattered ultrasounds that you dropped. “I, um, I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait! You dropped something!” You can hear Jesse call your name but you’re already in the lift.

Avoiding stress. Right…

You’ve managed to calm your anxiety by the time you walk in the door of your apartment. Inside, you can hear the muffled sound of Dy singing along to the radio. She must be home from work. The door swishes closed behind you as you walk into the kitchen.

“Hey!” she greets over her shoulder. “How was your appointment?”

You set your keycard in the glass bowl on the island. “It was good! Baby is healthy, thank the Maker.”

She leans against the counter. “Speaking of the baby– I saw Rex today.”

Your eyes flicker up to her face. “You did? When?”

“He stopped by the café this morning.”

You nod, your mouth feeling like you’ve swallowed cotton. “How– how is he?

Dy looks as if she’s choosing her next words carefully. “He’s seen better days.” She taps her foot on the linoleum. “Look, please don’t get mad but I may have told him why you were upset.”

“You did what?” You rub your temples suddenly feeling lightheaded.

“If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same especially with the way he looked. He’s devastated.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” You shout, your voice trembling. You lower it down to a whisper. “It killed me to do that to him but I had to. To save his life.”

“I’ve told you, Rex’s accident was not your fault.”

You chew the inside of your cheek. “There’s something else.” Taking a deep breath, you tell her the full story of what General Skywalker said to you at the hospital.

Dy’s features are pulled together in confusion. “Decommissioning? What is that?”

“I don’t know,” you pull your arms tight around yourself. “From the General’s tone and Rex’s reaction to the word when I asked him about it before… I can’t imagine it’s a good thing.”

“Especially since Clones are considered property of the Republic…” Dy says in realization. “It all makes sense now. Why you had to keep your relationship a secret.”

“Everything I did, it was to protect him.” You brush a tear away.

“I know, and he knows that too,” she goes over to her purse, producing the delicate silver chain with the small heart shaped pendant dangling in the middle of it.

It feels like a lifetime ago that Rex gave this symbol of his love to you. You extend your hand with your palm up. “Where did you..?”

“He wanted me to give it back to you.” She squeezes your wrist in reassurance. “You both knew the risks that came with being together and yet you fell in love anyway. If he’s not ready to give that up then why are you?”

She’s right. This war could be over tomorrow for all you knew and Rex would be free. So why waste any more time?

You push away from the kitchen island, reaching up to fasten the necklace around your neck where it should’ve stayed from the beginning. “I need to borrow your air speeder.”

“Finally!” Dy grins, sliding you the keys. “Now go fight for your man!”

You arrive at the hangar bay in record time barely shutting off the air speeder before you’re dashing inside. The hangar is mostly empty save for a handful of technicians repairing GAR ships.

One of the technicians glances towards you. “Ma‘am? You can’t be in here.”

“Sorry, I’m looking for Captain Rex. Is he here?”

“Actually, you just missed him,” the Technician points towards a Venator-class star destroyer that’s rapidly ascending towards orbit.

You bring your hand up to your pendant as you watch the ship carrying the love of your life become smaller and smaller until it disappears from view completely. You don’t want to come to terms with the fact that you may have been too late.

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mountphoenixrp · 11 months

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The Sunshine Festival is coming up fast! In preparation, you can find the program for the market and concert stage below!

Market Booths:

The Flower Mill Goods/Services: Tiramisu Frozen Coffee in a collectible mason jar; Cold Brew boba tea; Mochi donuts (glazed, strawberry, and lemon).

Lupin’s “Good Looks” Goods/Services: Custom-made headpieces, festival-wear and other clothing. On-the-spot hair and make-up styling. Specials: 15% for customers who book their first styling appointment with Lupin.

Sweet Spot (Eros’ pop up chocolate and sweets booth) Goods/Services: Fine flower and fruit infused chocolates, light sweet confections and “love dust”. Target practice game with prizes for romantic dates. Specials: Specialty chocolates, dipped fruits, love advice.

Honeypot Brewery & Tapas Goods/Services: Aqua fresca (strawberry, cucumber, lime), burritos, and ceviche. Specials: Double Trouble coupons: for two people to enjoy a full Mexican-style meal for the price of one.

Jinxxed Goods/Services: Bone/tea/tarot readings, candle blessings, spell pouch making. Specials: 40% off crystals with proof of reading(s); free admission to one full moon ritual.

Minx Goods/Services: 360* camera shots: videos made in slow or regular speed to capture your memories from the Sunshine Festival! Specials: One free golden cuddle card! (See Malea for details.)

Marimo Ink Goods/Services: Neck-up piercings (50% off), face/body painting, hand-drawn temporary tattoos, art prints by Marimo Ink artists. Specials: Raffle for the chance to win one of three free tattoos (customers will receive one raffle ticket per piercing purchase, multiple entries allowed); free tattoo consultations.

Maibee Art Goods/Services: All handmade: crochet hats, plushies, blankets; keychains, jewelry, dice; stickers, coasters, prints, paintings; and more! Will do live portraits and synesthesia art. Specials: Buy Two, Get a Third with 10% off; Buy Five, Get a Tiny Crochet Hedgehog Friend.

Stop&Paws Goods/Services: Mini grooming service (brush out & bandannas/bows for pets); Flea & Tick treatment; “Meet the Adoptables” pen; and a pet cool down station with water dishes and a small pool. Specials: Mini grooming service and the flea & tick treatment will both be free, Pet Treats will also be available for free at both the adoptables pen and the cool down station.

Ice Ice Baby Goods/Services: Gourmet ice cream! Specials: Buy one, get one free single scoop cones; 20% off ice cream sundaes.

Black Forest Bakery Goods/Services: Berry and cream mille-feuille, double chocolate eclairs, crème brûlée, cookies and cream cheesecake in mini mason jars. Specials: Buy two, get one free; 20% off cake/event catering orders made at the booth.

Performers:

HEXED (Claire, Cassandra & Charlotte), rock band performance

HEXED will be playing a set of the songs off their latest album, along with a special sneak-peek performance of their upcoming summer single “Bonvoyage”.

Apollo, singing and dancing

Apollo will perform covers of Lizzo's “Juice”, Harry Style's “Late Night Talking”, Marshmello X Jonas Brother's “Leave Before You Love Me”, and Post Malone and Doja Cat's “I Like You”.

Sundrop Thanawat, singing and acoustic guitar

Sundrop will be singing a few songs while sitting and playing his guitar for a musical accompaniment. (There may be some birds flying around with the music as an extra feature. He still needs to ask if they'll help him though.)

Lee Juyeon, dancing

Juyeon will perform a mini showcase of a few songs he thought up his own choreography for. Just showing off his skill as a choreographer and the reason he's a dance instructor and a dancer.

Dakota Kim and Noel Yunuen, singing and dancing

The duo will be dancing and singing covers of “Mirotic” by TVXQ, “View” by SHINee, and “Peaches” by Justin Bieber.

Invidia Duval, Kihara Brighton and Kaya Everly, aerial/dance performance

The trio will perform an aerial and dance performance to: “Cosmic Love” by Florence + The Machine, “Who” by LAUV (feat. BTS), “Jericho” by Iniko, and “Middle of the Night” by Elley Duhe.

Heather Rhodes, Invidia Duval, Hunter Moon and Dakota Kim, singing

The group will be singing: “i’m yours” by Isabel LaRosa, “Tinted Eyes” by DVBBS, “Body” by Sinead Harnett, and “FRZZN” by OZZIE (feat. Teflon Sega).

Vulpe Blanford, ballet performance

Vulpe will be performing his own modernized ballet choreograph to “Experience”, “Elegy for the Arctic” and “Divenire” by Ludovico Einaudi, and “Golden Hour” (instrumental) by Jvke.

Please use this information to plot with as many people as you would like! Employees and performers can have threads where they are working/performing and threads during their days off at the festival, if you’d like.

There is no time limit for threads, but the event will only officially last a week, so make sure to start your threads or whatever else you have in mind once it begins!

Most importantly, of course, have fun!

#mp; event #mp; sunshine festival

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nobedofroses · 2 years

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Day 19: Anal

pairing: Marcus Moreno x fem!reader

warnings: anal, literally it’s all anal, lots of toys, p-in-v ment, using his metal powers for evil (it goes both ways lmao)

words: 706

a/n: it’s dirty, so there’s that

Last, Full List, Next

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He really had an unfair advantage. Over other men, sure, you’d never be able to fuck another one without comparing them to him. But mainly over you. Marcus could get you to do just about anything if he asked you after doing one thing. One thing that drove you absolutely wild and left you practically brainless, all too eager to agree to going to a baseball game or to what felt like the 50th brewery that month. (A truly evil use of his powers, in your opinion.) That one thing was to use his powers to fuck your ass.

Normally, he used this while also fucking your pussy with his cock, or while you were sucking him off, but sometimes he just sat back and watched as your ass stretched around whatever toy he was using and a vibrator was held right to your clit.

And fuck, his toys. Sure, metal butt plugs weren’t hard to come by, but these toys were special. He had every single one custom made, so most of them were actually solid metal, but metal encased in silicone so that Marcus could be rough without worrying about being too rough.

He had typical butt plugs, in small, medium, large, and extra large (only after lots of training and with his guidance), one shaped like a small cock but with the base of a plug, more dildos than you could count, and plenty of ribbed, bumpy, and texturized toys that always had you whining in minutes. It seemed like he got a new one every week, and of course he always wanted to try it out right away, and of course he always had something mundane to ask of you right after.

That being said, it was probably your favorite time of the week. And your least favorite was about 30 minutes later when you were out of your haze enough to remember what boring event you had agreed to go to with him. Trust the man with the superpowers capable of making you cum from anal stimulation alone to have quality time for his love language and seemingly nothing but tedious hobbies.

But maybe you were both lucky that your main hobby was one he didn’t mind sharing at all. And that you had a very well sound-proofed bedroom.

You had a secret weapon anyway, one that Marcus never saw coming.

Tonight, the two of you were supposed to go to watch a screening of a documentary about the automobile in France in the 1940s, something you had agreed to when he had made the ribbed plug vibrate to the beat of his thrusts. The two of you were getting ready, or more accurately, you were getting ready while Marcus sat patiently on the bed waiting for you.

You had decided to wear a short, flowy dress because you were grabbing a coffee afterwards at the fun little café you loved. Marcus was watching you walk around in your dress; he very much liked how when you turned the skirt flipped up just a little. Just enough to send his imagination running.

But then you dropped the earring you were trying to put on, and you had to bend down to retrieve it. You just happened to be directly in front of Marcus and facing away from him.

Suddenly there was no need for his imagination, because there was your naked ass. And nestled between your cheeks, there was the large plug.

Marcus couldn’t help himself. It was like instinct, how he made the plug thrust in and out just an inch while you were bent over. You gasped loudly, as if you were shocked beyond belief. Or maybe it was the pleasure, Marcus wasn’t sure. He blushed deeply, a dark raspberry on his cheeks as you turned around.

“Oh Marcus,” you said, your eyes already darkening with arousal. You stepped between his legs and grabbed both of his hands, placing them on the swell of your ass, “Do it again.”

It wasn’t long before it was too late to even think about going to the documentary. You’d probably still be able to convince Marcus to go for a pastry, though, if you waited until just after he came to ask.

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#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #smut #blurb #spooky smut 22 #nobedofroses

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starlightswitch · 9 months

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Undercover Star

@flashfictionfridayofficial I did not actually start out planning to get the prompt in there that many times.

The last show on the back of the tour shirts was over, had been over for a week now. Nick Raymond’s tour was not over, though few people knew it.

One city over from his hometown, in the back of a bar, with the old friend he’d played with when he was just starting out, he played his real last show.

Five years now he’d been on big national tours, three of them headlining. It wasn’t until the second year he’d decided to do this last show at Garry’s.

More people showed up now than when he’d played here years ago as a local act. Privately Garry had told him more people showed up for him than for any of the current local acts. That probably meant some people knew who he really was, and were showing up for a free Nick Raymond concert. If anyone ever really spilled the beans he guessed he’d have to stop doing it, since Garry’s couldn’t handle a huge crowd. He could only guess they realized that and were keeping it to themselves for exactly that reason.

He made better tips than he had years ago, which he could only assume was those same people’s acknowledgement of how much more they’d have to pay to see him any other time. Every year so far he’d told Carly she should take the whole time, and every year she’d insisted fair was fair and made him take half, just as they had years ago.

In the break before their last set, he ordered himself a drink. Normally he’d stick to cider or seltzer until he was done playing, but one of the local breweries had done a raspberry sour especially for Garry’s– it was called simply Garry’s Berries– and he couldn’t pass that up. He’d sip it slow for now.

As he turned from the bar he nearly spilled his drink as he bumped into someone. He took a step back, said a quick “Excuse me,” and tried to step around.

“Hey,” said the guy, “do you take requests?”

“Uh… Not necessarily, but there’s always a chance if I know it. What did you have in mind?”

“Older than You.”

Nick froze. Yes, he knew that one. That was one of his. A very personal one he’d written about his cousin who died a few years ago. It sounded a lot like this guy knew who he was– or heavily suspected and was looking for proof. Nick had a feeling that in the don’t-ask-don’t-tell dance of not letting people know that Nicholas of Nicholas and Carly was Nick Raymond, being able to play a very personal Nick Raymond song would be a severe misstep.

“It’s fine if you don’t,” said the guy. “I just thought I’d ask. In case.”

“In case?”

“My brother’s with me–” The guy glanced behind him. “–and he lost a friend recently. Old friend, like, since they were kids. And the friend was older, so that song’s a big thing for him. So I thought I’d ask.”

Nick took a long breath. Now the hesitation was not to decide if he was going to do it. He was going to do it. He just had to figure out what was the best way to say so. Was it too much to mention a personal connection to the song? Shouldn’t be, since the guy’s friend had one too. Since he’d been hoping people would connect to it. “I know that one. For, I mean, you can probably guess why I know that one. It’s a big thing for me too. I can get that one in for you.”

“Thanks.” The guy offered his hand, and they shook.

He put it toward the middle of the set, not wanting to start or end with a sad one. He wasn’t sure if it was easier or harder to get through when he knew he was singing it for a specific someone else. It might be harder. But a guy who came up in the middle of the next song and tossed some cash in the bucket must have been the brother, because he caught Nick’s eye and said, “Hey, man, thanks,” and that was worth it.

And then they kicked it back up, heading toward the last song that would have made the whole show worth it whether no one had showed up or the place had been packed– Garry’s favorite, “Down on the Corner”. The least he could do for an old friend who gave him his first place to perform, but Garry always looked surprised and honored when the song began. Then he’d break into a grin and start tapping his feet and singing along, which was just as good an ending to a show as thousands of people applauding and screaming for one more.

#my writing

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