#real 'I've seen you in all your fucked up glory and I know that you're just like me' energy

[utilitycaster]

What is the d20 meltdown about? 👀 If you don't mind getting into it

I literally don't know other than vague shit because I'm semi-avoiding spoilers. I'm making this nonrebloggable because we're in pure speculation country.

From what I have gathered, people are mad because I think the Bad Kids kill the Rat Grinders (another adventuring group that's been set up as their bitter, jealous rivals from the start) and they want...redemption or some shit? This is absurd to me like this party was set up as The Enemy from the start.

I am 4 episodes behind so I can't speak to this, and also I admittedly have a rather low opinion of the D20 fandom at large for a number of reasons despite being a big fan of D20 shows, but: I just by chance watched the scene that I would say counts as a point of no return for at least some the Rat Grinders. Like, actually some of the most villainous shit I've seen on this show amplified by how petty and small and purely fueled by jealousy the motivation is.

My guess as to why the D20 fandom is, per whispers on the wind/texting my brother who is caught up/talking to friends not avoiding spoilers, having a meltdown about it is because people have this idea of Brennan Lee Mulligan always making capitalism the BBEG, or occasionally religion or politics.

That is untrue. He does hate capitalism, and that is a theme in the (real-world-ish set) Unsleeping City, but ultimately the thing Brennan sees as the villain is a willingness to hurt, exploit, and dehumanize others for your own goals and benefit. Capitalism and religious corruption are two major examples of this, but in the end, the worst thing you can do is kill people out of a desire for power, or attention, or spite. What Brennan truly hates is what we on Tumblr call a tar pit.

Now. My much more pointed analysis? Kipperlily (and presumably the other Rat Grinders) are deeply entitled people jealous of the Bad Kids, who aren't as academically strong at times but who have leveled up through saving the world at least three times. How many people does killing rats so much that you hit the high levels of D&D save? or even help? Like congrats, you're level 14 from killing rats real good. These guys stopped the fucking Night Yorb. Of course they get the fame and glory, you entitled, self-absorbed little brats. Do you not understand how this fucking works? This is underscored by the fact that they've definitely murdered at least one of their own and almost certainly two (and a teacher to boot) at least in part to get at the Bad Kids.

And herein lies my feeling as to why the D20 fandom is really melting down. Because the loudest and most unpleasant contingent (which is probably why the server is, ultimately, shutting down all discussion channels) have always struck me as entitled self-absorbed little brats who demand precisely what they want when they want it (and also have the literary analysis skills on par with the 3/4ths of a stick of Monterey Jack cheese currently in my fridge) and they're seeing, in real time, that in this story, they're the villain.

But: I haven't seen the next 4 episodes and I could be getting the details of the plot wrong (not the first 15 episodes though, and I do not think the Rat Grinders are going to make the world's best Heel-Face turn in 3-4 episodes, and at this point they're so clearly the villains that to deny it is to admit truly earth-shattering levels of stupidity) and so: nonrebloggable. I'm hoping to catch up this weekend though on both the show and the hot goss, and if I'm right this will become rebloggable.

#answered #Anonymous #d20 tag #god best fucking d20 villain in YEARS though i'm not kidding. kipperlily copperkettle you will ALWAYS be famous and irredeemable

[kaelidascope]

Dude, I love this fanfic so much! I just wanted to ask where you got the idea from. Did you have any inspiration from anyone? Also, what's your favorite fanfic? And want do you recommend ?

AWE bless!! Thank you so much I'm glad you're enjoying it <33

So actually a good 80% of this is written from personal experience LOL I used to dance and was into drift building/racing in my late teens/early twenties! Most of the references or scenes in Midnight Menagerie are references to things I've seen or done in real life, OR stories friends have told me within the same field. (Nora is literally just a rebranding of this one mutual friend we had who just. Absolutely fucking unhinged) Like for example, the anticipated Hangover Chapter is just a retelling of an insane Summer weekend I had in 2017 ☠️ it's a personal delight being able to translate things into the narrative, even more so knowing people find my stupid, terrible decisions as amusing as I do in current times lol

My general rule of thumb is to write from experience. Things I understand either on a technical point or emotional connection. So, if you've read it in my work, it's probably something I've done LOL

Another reason I find drive in writing this type of narrative is that MM!Blake's type of dissociative PTSD is something I haven't seen much in media in general. I've seen people depict her in various ways (some of them good!), but none of them ever really apply directly to me, so I wanted to make something that I could relate to and how to properly navigate life, given the environmental circumstances. Plus some us need better examples on how to juggle mental illness as adults and also be in healthy long term relationships because damn I have zero reference LOL

For the fic recs, oh boy I have so many LOL time to be a pathetic fangirl on main but okay here's the ones that immediately jump to mind (also heads up most of these are mature or explicit rating);

Certified Kaeli Fresh Fics

Let You See My Wilder Side (If I Can See Your Bones)

We all know this one but it is, hands down, my favorite piece of literature of all time. Masterfully crafted and a timeless classic worth several rereads (and I have. Embarrassingly so)

Written by @/lucytara on tumblr || @/explosive_sky on twitter

honestly all her works are immaculate and beyond compare. Also a major fan of I Have A Bullet With Your Mouth On It (That was first RWBY fanfic I ever read LMAO a friend recommended it to me before I even watched the show) I aspire to write like her some day. It's what got me writing fanfiction in the first place. So, credit goes to Erin for inspiring me to post my manuscripts at all. Words cannot express my gratitude and appreciation. I have two book series in the process of being published now and I wouldn't have had the nerve to do it had it not been for this specific fic.

2. One Day At A Time

Also one of the earlier fics I read before getting into the show LOL I love all of @/Frenchsoda 's work, the full list is also worth checking out. I'm a fan of disgruntled Blake who doesn't understand her attraction to Yang but it's so god damn sweet ugh

3. Fucking In Love

Written by @/Set_WingedWarrior and @/Softlight

This one circulates a lot in my social circles. Everyone I know LOVES this one and after reading it earlier this year, now I see why. As someone who worked in the sex industry for a brief period of time, this one's not only accurate but also A DELIGHT to read. The premise is fun, captivating, and worth the wait. I actually discovered a chapter update earlier this year and sent the gc into hysterics because we thought the fic was dead LMAO props to these authors!! They're doing an amazing job and deserve praise

4. You're A Mountain, Full Of Glory

written by champion author @/lescousinsdangereux

I should just preface already that every book Blake reads in MM is a fanfiction that exists because I love Easter eggs. Everyone knows I had Blake reference this in chapter 3 LOL but it's equally as immaculate as Erin's work. I LOVED especially the dynamic between Weiss, Yang, and Ruby in this one. Baby, we're complicated fucking murdered me 😭 also that fuckass Christmas scene, that's my favorite Christmas song LMAO

5. The Home Inside Your Head

Written by the ever skilled @/writeriguess . I found this fic by accident by seeing fanart for it floating around on this site. Got curious, picked at it, and. Oh, my god. It's not very often my brain gets scratched in the right way, but boy this one does it. This author does something specifically unique I haven't seen many do before, and I applaud them for it. There's great detail on the scenes that matter, and the fucking organic build up between Blake and Yang is just. God. Chef's kiss. Truly. It feels so god damn natural and healthy and it's already crossing off several of my agendas already. Give this one a read and give the author some love. SENSUAL FACE TOUCHING? CHAPTER 13????? BOOOOOOOYYYYYYY I'm normal about it

6. You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out To Get You)

Written by @/WabaJaba_ on twitter

Okay so this one's completely different than what I've previously listed but HOLY FUCKING SHIT IS IT A THRILLER. It doesn't nearly have the amount of love and attention it truly deserves. A friend of mine recommended it to me because it shook them so fucking hard they were in total brainrot hell for a MONTH. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY LMAO God I was obsessed with this for weeks myself. It obviously lives up to it's rating, horror fics aren't for everyone. But if you're able to read it, good lord you should. It's chilling, captivating, and had me on the edge of my fucking seat the entire time. Both endings are good, I still can't decide which one I prefer but RAH I will make sure this is seen god dammit

and last but certainly not least

7. You And Me and This Temptation

written by talented author @/ProfessorSpork

Okay this one was an accidental find as well. A friend sent it to me because THEY found it by accident, I clicked on it for later, went looking for a completely different fic that I mistook for this one, started skimming and realized 'wait a minute LMAO I don't recognize this'. But the thing you have to understand is I hate reading. I'm not a reader, I'm picky and it needs to be worth sitting down for long periods of time. This is one of the rare instances where I was so captivated by it I kept reading more and more from the middle where I landed, and eventually just said ykw let me just start from the beginning cus LMAO context.

This one is, by far, one the healthiest and loveliest depictions of first times I have ever seen. This shit was so inspiring to me that it literally kickstarted an essay in someone's DMs why depictions like this are so important. I didn't have this experience irl, and why MM is written the way it is is because its meant to serve as a lighthouse for those who, like me, haven't. This fic however I feel like should be a required read for anyone getting into relationships for the first time because if it's not like how these two interact, LEAVE IT. This is the standard. This is amazingly written, it's the closest I've ever seen canon Yang and Blake be written to date. The fucking souvenir bit 😭 NJKFGNFJKGNGJ killed me, I was kicking my feet laughing for a good minute. This is the kind of standard everyone should look at and go 'yeah, I want what they have' BECAUSE IT'S CORRECT. LOUD CORRECT BUZZER NOISES

Honestly everything in my bookmarks is certified Kaeli Fresh but these 7 are my top faves. They're probably also really commonly known I'm sure but LMAO like I said I don't read much 😭 which is heavily ironic considering I write myself. Anyway this ended up way longer than I intended but LOL <3 <3 go give these incredible authors love!!

#midnightbeesfic #rwby #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #Boy this turned into a massive ramble #I'd directly tag the authors but I'm shy as fuck sorry LMAO #I hope Midnight Menagerie and my other works offer a fraction of respect to the works these authors have produced #Certified Kaeli Fresh works

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Reflections

Chapter Six

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: language, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Tom stared at the shaking door, rattling on its hinges from the woman's ire. 

Never meet your heroes. 

What did that even mean? How the hell was he that woman's hero? 

He scrubbed his hand over his mouth. "Fuck." He was such an arse. 

That hadn't gone the way he intended. Yes, he wanted to warn her off Kip, but he meant to do so sternly without insult. Instead, he'd insulted her entirely and did so with all the grace of a stampeding ox. 

But she'd thrown him off. 

Kip spent the last weeks talking about Mia MacAlasdair every chance he got. They emailed. They texted. He giggled like an utter buffoon acting the smitten pup whenever her name popped into his phone. It was the same - or nearly - that he'd done with Serina. 

He wouldn't allow his brother to throw away three years of love and his new family for some fling! 

Two weeks of waiting for this moment, watching Kip make a fool of himself, and listening to Emma wax poetic about how nice their new resident Mia had only increased his rage. 

Then, she walked through the door. 

Shock at the absolute beauty of her left him mute. Her chin just reached Kip's shoulders, and her dazzling smile carried all the way to ocean-blue eyes. Her alabaster skin was liberally brushed with freckles as if someone kissed her flesh with gold dust, then returned and did it again. The gold repeated in her copper hair, the strands a little wild where they rested on her shoulders. 

She wore jeans that caressed curves made for a man's hands and a wool jumper he would bet money was knit by Agatha Barnes, the village fibre artist. She had a distinct way of layering colours that should appear garish but always seemed to work out in the end. Still, it did little to hide the swell of generous breasts when Mia crouched to set her work down. 

She had thighs that could suffocate a man. 

The glory of her seized his tongue, rendering him all but mute.

Then Kip started in and renewed his rage when he got to watch her flirt, touch, and tease his brother. Did she have no shame?

Then, when he called her out on her behaviour, she played her part to the nines, denied everything, and left in a huff. 

Still, what was that parting remark?

The door swung open with a bang and made him wince. Did no one remember the castle was old?

"What the fuck did you do?"

As it was only half a minute since Mia left, he imagined Kip saw enough of her exit to deduce they'd argued. 

"I fixed your mistake before you made it," Tom replied calmly, eyeing the package leaning against his desk. 

"Fixed my- What mistake?" Kip frowned. 

"Come off it, Kip! You were halfway to an indiscretion, and you know it!" Tom bellowed. 

His jaw dropped. "You think that I- that Mia and I-" He barked a short laugh, then thrust his hand through his hair as he began to pace. "Of course, you do because, for some reason, you believe I'm still twenty and stupid! You right wank! What did you say to her?"

Tom scowled. "Please, Kip. I've seen you work. I know how you treat women. What would Serina think of your new side piece?"

Kip threw up his hands. "She knows, you fucking cock! She knows all about Mia, her art, and I commissioned a piece for her. She's read the emails and texts and even texted Mia herself. Fuck, you're a piece of work! You could have asked, but no! You assumed the worst of me again and arsed it up!"

Tom blinked at him in surprise. "What?"

"Mia isn't some home-wrecking, gold-digging hussy! God dammit, Tom! Tell me you didn't threaten her? Tell me, for the love of Highpark, you did not put your hands on her!"

He hadn't seen Kip this upset in a long time and slowly came to the realization he'd muffed it. Badly. "I… may have grabbed her arm when she went to walk away."

Kip's face paled, then burned a scary sort of red. "You. Did. What?"

"I didn't hurt her and let go when she told me to."

Kip scrubbed his hands over his face. "People in the village talk to Emma. Cora talks to Emma. But everyone talks when there is gossip to have. The only person who doesn't listen to that gossip is you!" he roared, shaking his fist. "If you bothered to listen, you would know Mia arrived at Ashwood Farm sporting a week-old shiner lovingly given to her by her ex-fiance!" 

Tom stumbled back and sat on the edge of his desk. "What?"

"You put hands on an abused woman. You accused the sweetest, kindest, gentlest woman of being a homewrecker. And do you know the worst of it all?" 

Tom didn't need to respond, knowing Kip would tell him whether he wanted to hear it or not. Kip mad was something to see, but a quiet mad Kip was damn scary. 

He crossed the room to scowl out the window. "She didn't have a clue who I was when we met until I teased her with a few movie titles. She recognized Ragnarok, the only movie of mine she knew was Thor fucking Ragnarok because "she liked the other guy better." The one who played Loki first."

His jaw dropped. "What? She actually knew there was a difference?" So many people had no idea they'd switched him out for Kip until the press tours started, and his brother was praised for doing such a good job. 

Loki's army, virtually en masse and overnight, became Kip's fans instead. He didn't want to admit how much that hurt when replacing him in the industry he once adored seemed so easy. 

"She knew. She said you had passion. She called your scene with Chris during Avengers magic. That single tear when you sneered sentiment was magic."

Tom frowned. He may be flattered, but he'd had his fair share of obsessed crazies back in the day. 

"Fuck off, don't even," Kip huffed before he could ask. "Emma's been poking at her, but she didn't even know your name until we informed her that the previous Loki was our brother Tom. She doesn't watch movies often, and what telly she enjoys appears to be of the home improvement genre."

Just then, thunder cracked loudly over the house, causing the windows to rattle and lights to flicker. 

"Bloody hell!" Kip cursed. "It's like the skies opened!"

Tom glanced out the window and watched it come down in sheets. "I'll find Mia and apologize. She said she was having tea with Emma."

Kip squinted. "Not anymore. She's driving off."

"In this?" Tom barked. 

"Seems she's desperate to leave. Wonder why that could be?" Kip snapped. 

Tom was running before he made the conscious thought to do so. 

~

Mia muttered curses on the head of Tom Hiddleston as she drove slowly around the castle. It was like a wall of water falling on her, making it nearly impossible for the wipers to keep up. As the humidity climbed, the condensation inside the cab made the widows foggy, but she couldn't make the defog work in Henry's truck. 

She glanced down to try and find the right button again, glanced up to make sure she wasn't going to drive off the road, and stomped both feet on the brake, causing the truck to skid to a stop, sputter, and die. 

A man was heaving for breath, bare inches from becoming a hood ornament. 

Mia shoved open the door, leaned into the downpour and screamed, "Are you out of your corn-fed mind!"

Tom rounded the side of the vehicle and stood in the open doorway. "You're the one who nearly hit me."

"You ran out in front of my vehicle in the pouring rain! Gods, do you have a death wish on top of being an asshole?" she shrieked, now mad and wet. 

He squinted, hair dripping, nose dripping. 

Why was he still so pretty?

"I thought Kip said you were Canadian. Aren't Canadians supposed to be ridiculously nice?"

She glared and snapped, "We're perfectly lovely until you piss in our timbits!"

He arched a brow. "That was decidedly rude. How very unCanadian of you."

Incised, Mia leaned out the door, subjecting herself to the rain to get nose-to-nose with him. "Don't you know the Geneva Convention was created because Canadians decided rules of engagement were more like suggestions? So test me, Hiddleston. See what happens."

His grin spread quickly. Then he laughed. 

It wasn't fair. No man should look that good soaking wet, nor should a laugh make things that were hella dormant wake up and stretch. Her freaking ovaries quivered at the sound. 

"If you're just going to bray like an ass, I'll thank you to shut the door," she huffed. 

He didn't quit laughing but reached inside, put the truck in park, and stole the keys. 

"What the fuck?" Mia muttered, too stunned to stop him. 

"You flooded it. You won't be going anywhere for a time. Might as well come in, get dry, and have tea with my sister. Besides, you're so mad you didn't even realize you're driving on the wrong side of the road." 

She eyed his offered hand like a snake waiting to bite her. "This one-eighty you've done is giving me whiplash. Did you crack your head at some point during your sprint through the castle? How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up three. 

His smile faded into something that looked a lot like contrition. "Mia." He leaned into the cab so the rain bounced off his back instead of his head. "I owe you a massive apology. Kip explained that I had it all wrong, that you and he are only a strange sort of friends," he smiled a little, "and I'm a tosser for putting my hands on you after what you went through before you came here."

Mia blinked. "Is a tosser an asshole?"

"A supreme one," he chuckled. 

"Then I accept your apology," she nodded. "And don't worry about the grabbing my arm thing. If you hadn't let go, I would have made you." He frowned and glanced between her eyes as if looking for bruising. "I left because he hit me. It was once, and he only succeeded because he surprised me. Colt's thing was words and subtle barbs, not fists."

"It shouldn't have been either, love," he murmured. 

Oh, that was a dangerous word and a wholly unreasonable feeling it produced when he said it. 

"No man has the right to touch a woman in violence." He stepped back out in the rain and held out his hand again. "Come on. If we run, it won't be so bad."

Mia looked at the sky and back at him. "I'm half soaked just sitting here. I'll be fully wet getting out!"

A slow grin crawled across his lips. "Then let's get wet, love."

Large red danger signs flashed in her mind, but Mia was already reaching for his hand. He tugged her into the rain and right up against him so he could shut the door to the truck, then stared down at her for a half second more as Mia licked her lips, tasting the rain. 

His eyes darkened, but he turned on his heels and dragged her into a sprint that took them around the side of the castle to an open set of patio doors. 

Once inside, with the rain shut out, they stood dripping on the hardwood of an extremely fancy parlour and stared at each other for long heartbeats as water plopped on the floor. 

"I'm dripping-"

Tom hummed and flexed his hands.

"-all over your floor." 

His dark gaze raked down her body and back up, locking with her eyes as he murmured, "Then let's get you out of those clothes."

She reached for his hand, but instead of following him, she used his arm to steady herself as she toed out of her shoes and peeled off her wet socks. 

"That won't help the trail we leave behind," he chuckled. 

Mia shrugged. "It's the polite thing to do."

He shook his head before following her lead, unlacing short boots and peeling off wet socks. 

She looked away. A barefoot man should not be sexy. Why the hell was it so sexy?

When he offered his hand, his smile knowing, she took it, allowing him to lead her where he would, packing her dripping shoes and socks along with her. 

~

Mia sat in a parlour out of Downton Abbey, warm wool socks on her feet, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sweater lent to her by Tom. It was a weird way to end up in a man's clothes, borrowed after being thoroughly soaked, thanks to him, but it wasn't as if she could wear Emma's. 

Upon seeing them dripping down the hall, his sister's shriek of distress had echoed and caused every servant within hearing distance - which was quite a lot - to pour into the hall and gape as the Lord of Highpark walked barefoot and soggy toward the stairs. 

He scolded Emma for making a scene, but it lacked conviction when Emma rounded crossly on him and launched into a beautiful dressing down. It tickled Mia to no end to hear Emma call her brother a slew of names in her cultured accent and then demand he apologize. 

Mia snickered when he sheepishly said he already had, earning a side-eye and amused smirk that made her shiver. 

Emma scoffed but immediately began to fuss, insisting Mia be led upstairs and allowed to shower before she 'caught her death,' then insisted Tom provide alternate clothing as there was no way Mia could borrow any of hers. 

Mia wanted to protest but knew it was stupid. She was soaked to the bones and gratefully agreed, as the idea of standing under hot running water was appealing. 

Still clinging to Tom's hand - as he wouldn't let her go - Mia climbed their fancy stairs, trying not to stare like a ninny. 

Emma and no less than three maids separated her from Tom, herding her in one direction as his fingers lingered, skimming her palm as he reluctantly released her. 

She glanced back in time to watch him walk the other way. Her traitorous heart fluttered when he flexed his hand, making her wonder if his also tingled. 

Emma insisted she give over her clothes so they could be washed and dried. 

After much fussing, they returned downstairs, where Mia was bundled before the fireplace, given a lap quilt, tea, and cookies. 

The entire experience was surreal. 

"You're sure he apologized?" Emma fretted, scowling at the door as if Tom would appear at any moment. 

He hadn't. The clothes were waiting on the bed when she got out of the shower, but since then, she hadn't seen so much as a hair of the oldest Hiddleston. 

"He did. Though, I gave him what for first. Who runs out in front of a moving vehicle?" Mia grumbled, nibbling the edge of her lemon-flavoured cookie. 

Emma glanced at the door again and sighed. "Tom doesn't like any of us driving in weather like this. That's how accidents happen."

“Accidents?” Mia murmured. 

The wane smile on Emma's lips slipped. "Our parents were killed in a storm like this. A car lost control, sending them off the road. The crash killed them both instantly."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I lost my parents to a house fire."

Emma gasped. "Oh, Mia! I knew they passed when you were young, but I didn't know how. Were you home at the time?"

She shook her head. "I was sleeping over at my friend's house. The police woke her parents, and they had to tell me. I was eleven. Someone said they died of smoke inhalation in their sleep. It was unlikely they ever woke up before…" She swallowed thickly and looked away. 

"At least there is that," Emma smiled. 

"Small comforts when you're little," she sighed, then shook her head. "Well, this conversation turned morbid."

Emma chuckled. "Should I ask about your ex and get all the ugly out of the way?"

"There's not much to tell there. Colt and I met in the last year of university. At first, he was amazing. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up in foster care, and unfortunately, you hit eighteen, and you're on your own. I worked a few years first to save money for school, went back late, but got my fine arts degree. A fat lot of good it does you though. It's not the most sought-after degree in the job market." Mia rolled her eyes, causing Emma to snort. "He was in his last year of law. We became friends and then started dating. Two years later, I moved in with him. Everything changed with the pandemic."

"It was hard, even on us." Mia frowned, but Emma shrugged. "Running Highpark is expensive, but we love it. We do what we can to keep it going."

"I should know that. So many places like this have turned to tours and rental options to keep them afloat. Plus, I've seen your website."

Emma scoffed. "Hack job of a cut and paste." She cast Mia a devious side-eye. "Perhaps an art major would be willing to give us a hand?"

Mia chuckled. "I majored in fine art, not computer design, but I can help with colour theory if you want."

"I want," Emma begged. "I feel like a five-year-old designed that thing."

"You?" Mia snickered. 

"Kip," she scoffed. 

Mia giggled. "Well, that makes perfect sense."

"An artist he is not," Emma chuckled. "He tried, but that's not his cuppa."

"You didn't want a professional to do it?"

Emma sighed and slumped against the sofa back. "At the time, we couldn't. We didn't know how bad it was before Mum and Dad died. I was gone, married to Ethan already. Tom was off being a rising star, with Kip chasing his heels. You can imagine the shock when, after the funeral, we discovered Highpark was so close to foreclosure that the bank was breathing down our collective necks. But we couldn't let it go. It's our home, all we've known, and so much of our history is wrapped up here. Tom gave up his career to come home and sort it but insisted Kip keep striving for his dreams. He tried to stop Ethan and I from moving back, but I insisted. Besides, Highpark is good for the boys."

She had sent the kids off to pester Kip, causing peels of laughter to reverberate down the hall at odd intervals. 

Emma explained that the eastern wing of the castle was strictly for family, whereas the western wing and great hall were open to the public. After a few months, they brought in the cafe and expanded into weddings, resulting in a smashing success, rapidly bringing Highpark back into the black. 

Now, with Ethan and Tom working on bettering the bloodline of the stud - something their family had run for generations but her father showed little interest in, allowing it to falter - they had two thriving businesses that weathered the chaos of Covid quite well. 

Mia could tell Emma was very proud of her family, especially her brother Tom and his sacrifices to save their family home.

"Sadly, Colt and I didn't weather the pandemic," Mia sighed, accepting another cookie and a sandwich for her plate before thrusting her hand through her hair. 

"It was bad?"

"It didn't start out that way. I think the forced proximity, working from home, constantly in each other's space grated on him. We had a decent-sized apartment, but there's only so many places you can go in fourteen hundred square feet."

Emma winced. "I suppose there is."

"I made a lot of excuses for him, missed a lot of red flags." Mia watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. "Some I didn't even see until I was on a plane halfway across the Atlantic reflecting on what happened. He started seeing someone else a year ago."

"He cheated? That bastard!" Emma cried. 

Mia flashed her a halfhearted smile. "It was pretty clear we were only going through the motions by then. There was no intimacy. We barely spoke to each other. I tried, but he would yell, scream really, and punch walls." Sighing, she rubbed her forehead. "I should have left when that started, but I had a shit job that barely covered my costs and no way of affording a place on my own. I didn't even have a car to live out of because I always used city transit."

Letting her head fall back on the sofa, Mia stared at the ceiling, very high and decorated with fancy plaster. 

"What about other friends?"

The self-deprecating laugh escaped before she could stop it. "Didn't have any."

"No one?" Emma whispered, taken aback. 

Mia sighed. "I'm… a bit quirky. My brain doesn't work like everyone else's. It's easy for me to fall into a project and stay there until someone pulls me out. The single-minded focus can be acute to the point that I don't see anyone or anything else until it's done. Friends would reach out, but when I stopped reaching back… they gave up. I never meant to ignore them; it just happens."

"People are shit."

Mia glanced at Emma. The sympathy, understanding, and annoyance invading her face was a surprise. 

"I understand better than you think," she sighed, picking at the sleeve of her sweater. "You wouldn't know, but I'm not the typical lady of the manor. I was a bit of a disappointment to my parents, a little too loud, too exuberant, too fanciful. They didn't understand me. Thankfully, Kip, Tom, and Ethan do. We moved back from the north, and like you, I lost most of the friends I made when I was no longer 'available' because Highpark became my focus."

"I wondered," Mia teased. "You don't remind me of Lady Mary Crawley at all."

Emma burst out laughing. "Oh, thank the universe for that!"

Mia chuckled, ate her sandwich, and groaned. "Gods, everyone's bread tastes like freaking ambrosia."

"Bread doesn't taste good in Canada?" Emma snickered. 

Mia shook her head. "Store bought isn't the same. I swear Cora's going to make me fat."

"Oh, please! You're a stick compared to my hips!"

"Besides, with that fiery temperament, you would burn off everything you eat."

The comment came from the doorway where Tom leaned against the frame. 

Casually dressed in dark pants and a blue polo shirt that matched the colour of his eyes, he smiled to indicate he was teasing before stalking into the room in a pair of well-worn boots with a black jacket slung over his arm. His curls were slightly more russet than Kip's and tumbled over his forehead, giving a boyish bent to his impish grin.

The man was not allowed to look so damn fine. 

"I assure you I'm perfectly polite on most occasions. It's not my fault you're cynical," she smirked. 

He raised his free hand in a gesture of surrender. "Yes, alright. I admit I was an arse in the worst way possible. I thought you'd forgiven me. Perhaps I was mistaken?"

Mia lifted her chin at his raised eyebrow. "Maybe I like watching you grovel?"

"Should I get down on my knees and beg, love?"

"I thought you were the one demanding everyone kneel?" she quipped, sipping the last of her tea. 

Tom stalked across the room, braced his hands on the arms of her chair, and leaned in. "Is that how you speak to a God?"

Mia barked a quickly covered laugh. "You'd be surprised." 

There was a flicker of confusion before his grin spread. "Cheeky wench."

She gasped in mock affront. "Wench! How dare you?"

Tom laughed and stood, shaking his head. "And here I keep expecting to find this polite Canadian Kip speaks of."

"We're polite, not pushovers," Mia snickered. 

Gods, she could smell him now. Citrus and musk, something orangey and masculine that made her insides quiver like jello.

"Are you interrupting for a reason, Thomas?" Emma asked, clearly amused by both of them.

"The rain ended. I thought Mia might like to see the rest of Highpark now that we are no longer in danger of floating away."

His blue eyes offered a challenge Mia was helpless to resist. "I'm not sure my clothes will be dry yet."

"Then wear mine," he practically purred, hand outstretched. "We'll borrow you a pair of wellies if yours are still damp and be off."

Mia studied him for a moment before glancing at Emma. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all!" she beamed, popping up from her seat like a Jack-in-the-box. "Have fun, you two!"

Mia blinked after her retreating back in surprise. "She's… spritely."

Tom snickered. "Emma is chaos personified in a person. She's a whirlwind, capable of bending people to her will when they least want to."

The description was so apt Mia laughed as she took his hand and threw off her lap quilt. "Maybe, but I think she's awesome."

He grasped her fingers, and Mia had to fight not to react to the sparks that shot up her arm. Then he pulled her closer, into the circle of his body heat, sending shivers down her spine again. 

"I imagine she feels the same way about you, love," Tom murmured, his eyes intense on her face. His jacket landed on her empty chair before his free hand pressed into her lower back. He didn't pull her closer, just held her firmly in place. 

"I deeply regret what I said earlier."

Mia tipped her head. "Which part? That I was making a play for your brother or that I'm a strumpet?"

Twin spots of colour burned into his cheeks. "All of the above. Kip once was so much a playboy it got him in trouble, but Serina has been good for him, and he is smitten with their daughter. I didn't want to see him make a mistake that could ruin everything he's worked for."

She peered up at him as the fire crackled in its grate. "That's your thing, isn't it?"

"My thing?"

"You rescue people." His family home, his brother, she wouldn't be surprised if he pulled Emma out of trouble along the line, too. 

Pain cracked his smile. "Better the rescuer than the villain."

The regret leaching into his smile hurt her heart, causing her to tease, "But you played such an excellent villain." She tilted up her chin. "Though, he wasn't truly a villain at all, was he?"

"Misunderstood," he murmured, his gaze drifting from her eyes. 

"He had a shit foster dad. I know how that is." Mia's eyes darted down to his mouth.

Tom licked his lips. "Do you?"

"Yeah. But what your Loki did wasn't his fault. He was tortured and brainwashed. I saw that in Avengers."

His grin grew. "I bet you did."

Before she could stop herself, entranced by the man's delectable mouth, Mia murmured, "Loki appreciates how well you played the part. He's still mad about the hair, though."

"Pardon?"

Mia started, blushed crimson, and attempted to step away, but he didn't let her, keeping her trapped in a dancer's embrace.

"It's nothing!" she insisted. 

Tom tilted his head, studying her with narrowed eyes. "You say Gods when you curse. You talk of Loki as if you speak to him instead of about him. And you've yet to set foot in any of Kelso's churches. Are you Pagan?"

That took her by surprise. Everyone in town really did know everyone else's business. 

Mia sighed. "Norse Pagan with Lokean leanings."

"Really?" he grinned. 

"Don't flatter yourself. I was Lokean long before you played Loki," she huffed.

"I did so much research into the practice, Loki, and the Eddas to play that part, but couldn't find anyone who would talk to me directly about their practice."

Bright puppy eyes begged down at her. 

Mia chuckled. "You still have questions?"

"So many questions!" he laughed.

"I'm happy to answer from my perspective. I can't speak for other people's practice, but I'll talk about mine."

"Brilliant!" He beamed.

"Just… don't tell everyone and their dog."

He frowned. "Why?"

"People can be judgy asshats who don't understand the difference between fiction and faith."

"I can understand that. And if I say something offensive, feel free to kick me in the shin."

Mia chuckled. "I will."

He laughed and shook his head. "I don't doubt you will, love. Don't doubt it at all."

Next Chapter

#reflections #au tom hiddleston fiction #rpf #real people fiction #tom hiddleston

[mirrorfalls]

Character Bingo: Kogoro Mouri, because I'm predictable--

Sorry, old man, looks like Bingo isn't your game either. Maybe give the track another try? (43,658th time's the charm!)

You know how canon - and fanon - shortchanges him better than I do, so I'll not get into that too deeply, but first off I'd like to say that the older I get, the more I find myself liking (and relating to) even his most superficial butt-monkey traits. I don't know if canon will ever confirm anything of the sort, but I sense a certain streak of "grew up on cop/P.I. movies as a kid, still clings to some idea of them being The Pinnacle of Cool at 37" in him. P.I. work especially - you get to set your own hours, tell half of Japan's social norms to go fuck themselves, and get paid doing it. And if business goes limp, there's plenty of room for your inner slacker to come out and play - drinking and chain-smoking are practically mandatory for staying in-character!

(Tangent: Canon will probably never show this, but logically speaking Kogoro has to be in tight with some barmen and regulars at the local pachinko places and whatnot, right? Ones who see and hear a lot of things even Shinichi might not be able to access easily...)

Now, on an overall thematic level? I've come to think he's one of the most important pillars of the series, for... reasons probably less groundbreaking than I think they are, but hear me out. Known Associates put the seed of it in me (like it did for only about 10,000 others), but it was really Circumference's brilliant translation of Intelligence War that let me put it in solid words: Kogoro's life and perspective is that of a detective, Old. No matter how much the Cool Young Detectives outpace and upstage and (sometimes justifiably!) flat-out mock him, he's the one who's been doing this for a living ten-plus years, blessed with maybe one percent of their photogenic plot-armor. It's easy to tout #DetectiveLife when you're Shinichi or Hattori or Sera, with nice rich parents and big dramatic cases and made-to-order childhood sweethearts waiting on the homefront. But for a man like Kogoro, who's seen the job's glory days long past (if they ever came to him at all), who makes mistakes with lasting consequences and fell in love with perhaps the worst person for him, who probably scrapes together his daily bread on adulterers, lost dogs, and even less dignified? For him to want to keep being a detective, and every so often still excel at it?

Somewhere in a subconscious corner he dares not even consider, I think Shinichi might see that as the greatest inspiration of all.

So let's all raise a beer to the old man, the only one with any real right to look at our infallible wunderkind protagonist and say:

《年���人，路还很长呢》

(Character Opinion Bingo! Accepting entries till further notice!)

#Cartoonsbyandie #Kogoro Mouri #Richard Moore #Also I couldn't find a place to mention this in the main but: Ruri the Actress case > Judo reunion case

[nightyelean]

FUCK: YES.

MOON (seemingly, probably, hopefully) FALLS FIRST

only the most dearest gratitude from your one and only charming anon, for gracing us with the literacy perfection that is the last few chapters.

On another note, (something i unfortunately forgot to mention in my previous comments towards your fic) as a raging demisexual, mere words cannot describe just how much the daycare attendant and minor side characters' lovely dynamic gives me life and a reason to refresh AO3 on a 4-5 hour basis (and under reluctant admission, quite obsessively so). the well developing friendships, lack of expressed emotional and physical attraction on borh ends towards individuals until further/stronger trust and friendship is established, generally just The Skrunklies being their goofy, complicated and mentally traumatized selves with eachother (eventually healing through their relationships and L word towards one another respectively maybe 👀),,, all the good stuff. not to mention the delicious, heart wrentching ANGST

You're a legend, truly

That's not to say anything else isn't just as valid. this twists my gut in the best way in particular personally is all. while other takes on relationships are perfect for others equally as much as yours is to my preferences, I don't happen to see the trope presented currently in your fic nearly as much in fandoms of all kindq. my fellow APHBC enthusiasts can have the ultimate, most grand slow burn as a treat I suppose (courtesy of you, ever so providing)

Additionally, screw you (affectionate). I recently picked up my loyal sophmore-age-old Kirkland grade drawing pencil and started up on sketching fan scribbles after years of it sitting in all its latent, pathetic glory in my cheap shitty art-designated notebook originally bought for chemistry class. my bröther in christ, I've literally spent hours dedicated to just one piece being my usual perfectionist (albeit, still amazing) self. every minor character, only relevant to the plot in order to drive the main leads to their evental destination in eachothers loving embrace, has their flaws. not to brag or anything ofc

TL:DR it'll probably be a hot minute till I aquire the mental fortitude strong enough to actually send it all to this blog

Anyways, this is getting much too long and I have a practice exam tomorrow to oh so eagerly look forward to. Come hither agony of the mental state and back pains for the next few days due to hunching over an uncomfortable desk for acopious amount of time. No need to overstay my welcome, though I'm sure my presence in itself is always a honor to all those graced with it

Stay safe and make sure to not strain yourself over the fic, or anything else in life really. don't let writing become a chore instead of an output for sun and moon induced passion(they jusg have that natural effect on people). I've seen too many part time aamazing writers-part time good people such as yourself fall into that state of mind, often due to mistreatment by certain readers who forget their place as mere observers to the masterpiece that is your works. there is no pressure to do this for anyone other than yourself, dear author. I also understand if you maybe also feel happy when others get comfort or enjoyment out of your works, but please don't let that be your only driving factor. true fans care about your wellbeing over frequent updates and such. I'm rambling again (please don't take this as trying to lecture you either. tell me to back off if that is how it is perceived, I don't know how to properly articulate my thoughts on this matter is all)

Again, no need to respond or read this long ass essay of an anonymous ask. take care in the real world and online. eat well, sleep well, live well; you know the drill :)

You

YOU

AaaaAA YOU’RE YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CRY. Dude IN THE MOST GENDER NEUTRAL WAY AAA U AND UR LONG ANON ASK.

First of all, hello the charming anon, as always like you said its a honor to have you here. you’re always welcome in my asks, just like everybody else.

ALSO. Ppl going silly because Moon is going to fall first— It makes me happy. I dont know how it happened but it happened, Moon might indeed be the first one👀 silly silly.

AND MY RAGING DEMISEXUAL FELLOW SAME SAME ME TOO. WELCOME. Honestly i sometimes wonder if i goofed this and wish that i wrote it better bcuz me also love this troupe. Me also want more. I want some real slowburn of friends to lovers kinda stuff. Pain.

AND AND AND IF YOU Y O U DREW SOMETHING YOU BETTER SEND ME. I WILL I WILL HOLD IT OH SO GENTLY LIKE. Even if its just Cloud being a stickman i want it. Please. *grabby hands* give give give give give give give gi

You never overstay ur welcome, friend! Please. I love,,, i love reading goofy long stuff. I am just like you fr, just writing whatever goes through my mind without any organization. I wish you lots of luck in your exam! Very yucks. You got it though🏃🏃 Seriously thank you for all your sweet words, I will indeed try to not push myself. Honestly like this is such a hyperfixation for me rn it makes me wanna post everyday, i need to physically hold myself to not to. Because I know if i do that one day i will be out of chapters ehdje😭 ANYWAYS AAA. Honestly I have no idea how this much ppl liked my silly stuff but!!! I appreciate it!! A LOT. I am seriously nothing but a silly clown, and i honk my red nose to you in an affectionate way. Please know that you can always come here to ramble! I am so ready to listen and chat, its funky. Do tell me if your exam goes good too! Have a nice day or night, you are such a lovely person. Sending Moon and Sun love to you, also me aka Nighty love. <3

#anon #ask #you get ur own tag bcuz i say so #charming anon #ily #ure great #fr made me kick my feet and twirl my hair and gigle #sending so many hugs!!

[jaythelay]

Yeah the algorithm is shit but if I can level with you, your content took a dive and it wasn't algorithm's fault.

Every time I hear someone say this, I look at their channel, and it's like they aren't even trying. Thumbnails are poor clickbait, as in, poorly crafted clickbait, titles are unremarkable, the actual content, is bad, the topic/subject, boring as shit.

Then if you take time to watch the content, if it's a nobody you just heard of, you find out real damn quick the algorithm didn't do shit, they just got less interesting and too youtuber-like, getting on that grind trying to make watching your content a second job for hundreds or thousands. It's like a beginner streamer scheduling their streams like I get it but bro they ain't gonna fuck you, you ain't got shit to offer.

Sorry your vague job title got busted up when you put out worse content, but uh, what did you expect?

Every single time it's someone I do know, it's because I legitimately lost interest in them, their content degraded, was covering more boring topics than any one person can possible care about, the editing and pacing got wrecked, they said or did something I morally couldn't not accept, or completely ditched the one thing I was even there for, and that's not on me, that's not on anyone in the audience to treat watching your content like a second job.

The ONE time I've seen an example of this was Stop Skeleton's from Fighting, and even then I can tell you what happened to a degree, 3 bouts of topics nobody cared about spread over too long a period of time, that's not on them, but Youtube never intended themselves to be a job for someone, it just can be. To put it to you this way, Youtube is meant to share creations and ideas, to put out work you want shared with the world, or, it's a Pyramid scheme and bitching about it is kinda sad if not just pathetic.

I used to have over 3k subscriptions. You read that right, 3 Thousand Subscriptions, not Subscribers. Imagine the average person who hasn't been using YT for 13 years. It's gonna be much the same in too many subscriptions. From there, recognize 2 things: There's a Shit Load of Tiny people who will Never Get in the Algorithm if your spot takes it, and there's a Shit Load of people who are binge-ing whatever auto-plays for them. Something I noticed brought another uptick to the discussions for a while til now.

Also if you turned off Google history in some forms Youtube can't see what videos you watch and will perpetually trap you in whatever year you last had it active. If your recommended is shit, it's 3 fold: History turned off potentially, bad luck and realistically, you watch garbage and YT will recommend you garbage.

Never watched One thing and had my recommended screw up. I can't prove it, but I'm willing to bet people simply didn't want to admit they binged content they don't like, and that's immature, denying reality, and not necessary. If you hate watched something, ya did, that's all there is to it.

If you're getting a returning audience, the algorithm didn't screw you over, people just moved on. And blaming Youtube for people's mindless choices ain't improving your content.

Look man, I get it, I fell off the algorithm when I chose not to do Undertale Dubs and started taking more time to do content, but my god, it isn't 2010 anymore, I fucking hate YT and refuse to call people I respect "youtubers" because it inherently labels them too many negative things but mostly steals glory from THEIR WORK that callign them youtubers inadvertently just steals valor from. YT didn't do shit, they did, because they gave a shit to create, YT is just a depository.

But at the same time, 1/10th of my reccomend is people under 100 views, and I cannot stress how good that is in the long run. I see more potential in them than I do your whining ass.

Unless you got definitive proof, your claims of the algorithm plain and simple sound desperate, accusatory, but mostly gaslighting me into feeling emotionally compelled to treat your channel like a second job where you didn't even choose to improve your work but stagnant and worsen further.

Here's what I think: YT segmented reccomendeds, thus views, because they have a shit load of kids, now teens or adults, trying to have a job on a platform that thus far has profited directly zilch since the beginning. It takes time to make it work, and the audience base isn't exactly going to get bigger than "everyone on the planet" so you have to make do.

Point is, You need to change, not the audience. When you say the Algorithm fucked you, and it's obvious it wasn't, you're blaming the audience as a result and trust me, you don't want people emotionally invested in HAVING to keep your channel alive for you. When that motivation runs out, oh, 1 or 2 videos in, you're just Fucked, completely Fucked.

#youtube #algorithm #youtube algorithm #imaging chasing an abstract concept that legitimately has nothing truly known about it #Like imagine #thumbnails do better as clickbait #just a pathetic fact of humanity and it's utterly deplorable nature to let down itself #that isn't because the algorithm can see what is and isn't clickbait #it's because it works on other human beings #It's just too shortsighted in many aspects to blame algorithms #It's also weird how it's been discussed as a new thing #like #YT never put stuff up randomly

[vannybarber]

Let Me Teach You

Summary: Jake hasn't had any sexual experiences before, so you decide to take the next step in your relationship and start him off.

Virgin¡Jake Jensen x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, virgin Mary Jake, oral (m to f & f to m), cum play, cursing, MAJOR fluff, Jake being so innocent 🥺, you corrupting him 😏.

"If it gets too much or overwhelming, just tell me and we'll stop okay?" You turn to Jake, closing the bedroom door.

He looks at you and nods his head nervously.

It was obvious as soon as the subject was brought up the first time, he was uncomfortable about it until he finally told you he was a virgin.

You thought it was sweet and you even got a little cocky knowing you're the farthest he's gone in a relationship and would be his first. You constantly let him know that your relationship was based off of love and he didn't have to do this yet, but he insisted, also adding on that he didn't know how he resisted you this long anyway.

And here you guys were, about to do something so life changing for him. It was an honor that he trusted you with his body and you were gonna take care of him.

You walk to the bed and sit on it, him following your movements. His face is red and he's smiling so nervously. You giggle at his state and rub his ram tatted arm.

"You don't need to be nervous, honey. I'm gonna make this the best experience for you. I won't hurt you, I promise," you calm him, giggling at the last sentence.

"I know, it's just so weird that this is literally happening. I didn't think it would come honestly."

And he had a point. When he first asked you out, it was a complete mess. You were searching for a new keyboard for your PC and he was trying with much difficulty to get your number. He ended up knocking an entire row of keyboards on the floor. It was the most adorable thing ever. He ended up coming over and setting up your tech.

"Well you trust me, don't you?" You wiggle a little closer till your thighs are touching.

"Yes, I do." He wraps his arm around your waist and smiles at you. You cup his face and kiss the side of his mouth.

"Well then you don't have to worry." You plant your lips on his and move in sync with his. You pull him back to the headboard, mouths still connected.

You lie back on the bed and Jake climbs over on you. One thing he was really good at was kissing, which you also taught him as well. He almost enjoys it more than computers.

Your hands slide up his shirt and he disconnects to get it off. You admire his toned torso. He goes red again when he sees you staring.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart," you tell him, then continuing to kiss him again. He takes his own lead and trails his lips down your neck, concluding a soft moan from you.

"Can I take your shirt off, babe?" He looks at you for approval. Your heart jumps at his need for consent, although you've made it aware that he could do whatever he feels with you when he was ready. But he's such a gentleman and you loved it.

"Of course, baby", you get out, before he scrambles to remove your top. You sit up on your hands, completely bare on top and it legitimately took his breath away.

"Jake, breathe." You laugh, but cautiously wait for him to get himself together. He shakes his head before looking at you again.

"You wanna touch them? You can. Their just for you." You're getting really aroused by his shyness to seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He reaches his hands out and starts squeezing your boobs and playing with your nipples.

You bite your lip and give him a smirk with your eyes.

"Taste them if you want. Do whatever you like," you challenge him. He surprisingly, but quickly latched his mouth on them and starts flicking his tongue on the buds. You lean your head to the side and exhale. He switches over and does the same to the other one, biting it a tiny bit.

You squeal in shock and he pulls back fast.

"Did I hurt you? Was that too much? I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away! I didn't mean to-"

"Jake!" You cut him rambling, something he tends to do often. He stops and looks up at you hesitantly.

"It's alright, honey. It just caught me by suprise. I liked it, don't worry." You caress his cheek and kiss the corner of his mouth. He lets out a deep breathe.

"You wanna try something else?" you suggest.

"Yeah there is something- I well...I wanted to try. I...um saw it in a -a video?" He struggles to form a sentence.

"Jake, look at me. Just relax okay? This is safe place. Tell me whatever you need okay? Don't be nervous."

"Okay..well I wanted to try uh...or-al." He scrunched up his face, scared at your reaction. But you're overjoyed. You haven't received oral in you don't know how long. You grin at him, making his expression soften.

"You really want to?" He nods his head. "Well alright then!" You unbutton your pants and Jake yanks them down and off your feet. Heat is radiating off his body as he grabs the waistband of your panties.

"Go ahead, love." He drags them down effortlessly, with your help of lifting your lower half up. He chucks them behind him and runs his hands up and down his jean covered thighs.

You slowly open your legs and allow him to bathe in the glory that lies between your hips. He made a very audible gasp, which worried you for a second, but passed when you remembered the circumstances; he's never seen a pussy in real life.

"Its..so beautiful, oh gosh." You laugh and he chuckles with you.

"Thank you, but it would look so much better with your mouth on it." He meets your eyes, taken aback and you just wink at him. "Do you know how to do it?"

He gets all shy and looks down. "No, not exactly." You lift his chin up.

"Its super easy, Jakey. All you have to do it lick on my clit for a while and then I'll have my orgasm."

"Okay but where's the...um...clit?" You grab his right hand and hover it over your sopping pussy.

"You feel that little bud right there?" You take his index finger and plant it right on your clit. He nods his head.

"That's the clit, okay? Just keep licking there and don't stop."

"So right here?" He rubs a tiny bit on it and you throw your head back with a low "shit".

"Yes baby, exactly right there." He wastes no time laying on his stomach, face directly above your heat. You look at him once more.

"Whenever you're ready," you say, giving him the okay. He give you a smooth wink and licks a long strip to the top of your pussy. You suck in massive breath, completely thrown off. But he doesn't stop.

He maneuvers his tongue to find the bud that you helped him locate, which was now quicker to find. He flicks it 3 times and sucks on it, making a wet noise and a popping sound.

"Jake, what the actual FUUUCK!" You moan out, the top of your head literally in the mattress and he lifts his head in confusion. You jerk your head back up, with wide eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Nonononono! Baby, you're doing so good for me, just keep going. I love it. It's perfect."

He grins at your desperation before diving his head back in. This time his flicks his tongue faster and raisies his eyes up to you, just like he learned in the video.

You catch his eyes and arch your back in response. Out of nowhere, he sticks two of his fingers inside you, throwing you off once again. You sit up on your forearms trying to process everything.

He raises his head and bites his lips.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You nod your head and groan, words not coming so easily to you.

"Jake, oh my goodness, I'm gonna cum all over your face! Please don't stop baby, fuck!"

This motivates him ten times harder knowing he's going to make a girl come for the first time in his life. He picks up the speed of his tongue and moans, pumping his thick fingers quicker and even deeper.

Your abdomen heats up and prepares for the huge wave of an orgasm. You grip the sheets as it consumes your entire body, all the way to your toes.

"Jake, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming !" Your body slowly dies down from the intensity and your lower half starts feeling the sensitivity. Jake stops his movements and proceeds to lick up the mess he caused. You grab his face and force your lips on his, wanting to taste yourself, but mostly express how he just made you feel.

You moan in his mouth, chasing his tongue then pulling back after a few seconds.

"So I'm guessing I did pretty good, huh?" His face is absolutely tomato red and he's cheesing so hard.

"Pretty good ?! You did fucking amazing baby! And the fingers? I didn't expect that at all." You breathlessly laughed. "That was the best oral I've ever gotten. I am so damn serious. That was amazing for it to be your first time."

He can't even form words to express himself, but you can certainly feel it.

"You deserve something for that. Can I suck you, honey?" As you ask, you grab him through his shorts, palming him. He makes a tiny groan before nodding his head. You move from your position and he lies in your place.

Unbuttoning his khakis, you watch him and he watches you. Giving him a reassuring smile, you remove his shorts and rubs both hands on his hard on over his briefs. He balls his fists up and moans slightly.

You finally pull down his briefs to a suprise. His length hits his lower abdomen and you just freeze. One thing he also knew was that he was big. Especially in width.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out.

"Like the angle of the dangle?" You look up at him and he wiggles his eyebrows. You just shake your head laughing. For someone who has a small presence, he has an big present.

"I'm just hoping I can take all of it." And you were being completely straight up. He was really big. Not that you were complaining though.

"I guess we're gonna find out, aren't we?" He was getting really bold after his little performance on you and you were living for it.

"We sure are. Get comfy, baby." He wiggles his back and places his hands behind his head, waiting for your move.

You take the head of him and suck on it with a pop. It was your favorite part. Just swirling your tongue on it's surface got you off. You look up at him and he's already gone.

"Geez, Y/N." His head is thrown back and his toes are curled. You move down on him till his shaft is three quarters in your mouth. You gag on him, which makes you moan. This causes him to jerk his hips up, pushing himself further in you. You quickly bob your head and twist it around all while keeping eye contact.

"Baby, that feels wicked!" You almost laugh at his choice of words, even with tears forming in the bed of your eyelids. He grabs your hair and thrusts himself up in your mouth.

"I think I'm gonna come! Y/N, I'm gonna come! HELP ME!" You pull away from him and pump him while trying to calm him down.

"Jake, baby, it's okay. Just let go for me. Just let it happen. It'll feel so good, I promise." You go back down on him and move your head faster. Not a minture later, do you feel him twitch in your mouth. He let's out a long strain of what sounds like a groan/moan/scream. You feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat and slide down.

You release him from your mouth and get a good look at him, licking your fingers. He's completely disheveled and is clearly not in reality at the moment. You give him a second to come back down and straddle him.

"Oh my fucking goodness." You smile at his adorable reaction. "That," he jerks his head up at you, "was absolutely amazing! Did you swallow it?" He genuinely wonders and its so funny.

"Every last drop," you say, licking the palm of your hand.

"That is just so hot. What the actual shit." You lean down and devour him, desperate to have him inside you now. He grabs your ass and squeezes it, kissing you back.

"Want me to ride you, honey? I can ride you so good. You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and show me you like it, okay?" Again, he just nods, probably still shocked this all is even happening to him.

You rub your pussy, getting it wet all over and grab him, lining it up with your entrance. You slide down, wincing a bit as it stretches your pussy to adjust to his size. Once you're good you set your hands on his broad chest and start moving on him.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're literally squeezing me right now."

"You're so big, baby. I'm trying to take it as best as I can," you moan out, looking back and watch your ass jiggle on his pelvis. He grips your hips and slaps your right cheek, which encourages you to move faster.

"Oh my gosh, you're stretching me so good, Jake. Damn."

"I know that tight little pussy can take me. C'mon babe." You have no idea where he got this talk from, but he's doing it very well. You move so you're bouncing on his lap, skin slapping against his, making large echoes in the room.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum, Daddy." You were so into it, you didn't realize you let it slip. But he didn't mind not one bit.

"Keep riding Daddy just like that. Want me to fill you up? Want Daddy to cum inside with pretty little pussy?" All you can do it let out a lengthy whine. You bounce harder at his words.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cumm" You let bliss take over you for a moment as you cum all over him. Just as you come down from your climax, Jake starts thrusting in you, chasing his own. You bend down and capture his lips, helping him out. You move down next to his ear, breathing into it.

"Cum for me, honey. I wanna feel you cum inside me. Take what you want." Holding on to his shoulders, Jake adds a few more hard thrusts at your 'encouraging' words.

"That's it, Daddy. Do it just like that for me. Fill my pussy up." And that does it for him. He squeezes your ass one more time before he shoots his load deep inside you. You moan at the feeling of his warm load filling you up. He goes limp, attempting to catch his breath.

You sit up and look at him, smiling proudly.

"Jakey, you did so amazing for me." You kiss his swollen cherry lips. He just sheepishly smiles. You can tell he's impressed with himself.

"I always knew you had it in you. Now it's inside me."

Let's just give a round of applause for Jakey. He learned so fast and so good. 🥺 I love him so much.

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[fly-like-a-phoenix]

House of Lust (part 6)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: none, the next part will have smut ;)

You both heard the knocks on the door not so early that morning. Must be eight or nine of clock, the birds were singing, and François woke just to see you from the divan.

"Was it the door?" He said.

"I think so." You responded, covering yourself with the sheets from his view. "Must be my sister."

François sat in the divan, waiting for you to open the door. He looked at you, your lines while you walked, how beautiful you hair moved to every step.

He liked you since the time he woked up in that same room, looking at you and the way you were curing his wounds with so much care.

"Good morning, Abbé. Did you sleep well?" Josephine said. "You'll need that energy today. Y/N, you got to get up too. Give this gorgeous man a bath. We have new clothes."

"Why should I bath him? He can do it alone!" You said, a little angry.

"Well, as I see it, we found you touching his naked chest. Are you gonna be so shy now?" Josephine answered in low voice.

"I wasn't touching him, I was just cleaning the blood he had in his skin because of the hitting."

"Whatever you say, but with more reason you'll help him, Y/N. I don't think he can clean himself at all after that beating. After all, aren't you curious about seeing him naked?"

Josephine had a wicked smile in her face. You turn around a little, just to see François walking to you, hate visible in his eyes when he looked at your sister.

He passed you both, and waited for you standing in the last part of the hallway, arms crossed looking at the large room.

"Don't say you're not!" Josephine added. "I'm very curious about seeing what does he hides inside those trousers."

While she walked to him, you asked yourself if she actually was right. Yes, it was true. You wanted to see him fully naked. But sex wasn't the only thing in your mind as in your sisters'.

You accompanied him to the bathroom, your sister handing you a small towel. She winked her eye to you before closing the door.

"I never saw a bathtub before. I mean, I heard about them. But I never had the chance to take a bath in them. Charenton only had public bathrooms." François said, looking at the porcelain container while taking out his shirt.

You turned to see the wall, your heart beating faster while you briefly saw him getting undress with the corner of your eye. When you felt him entering slowly into the bathtub, you approached to him.

"Is it cold?" You asked.

"No, it's nice. Thank you."

"I guess my sisters prepared it with hot watter just for you. Sometimes I bath with cold water. They're... You know..."

François let you clean his back with the sponge. He didn't say nothing, but he knew what you meant. They're bitches, you were about to say. And he believed that.

"How long you were in Charenton?"

"As the director or as an inmate?" He responded with a crocked smile.

"As the director. I already know about the last five years. And I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry. Maybe I deserved it. And I directed the asylum for six years, since I was seventeen, since I left the seminary."

You both chatted more while you help him to bath and clean the mud and some blood that was still in his skin. He had some purple bruises in his back and shoulder, so you had to be careful.

His skin was soft as the porcelain of the bathtub. His body wasn't so muscled or big, but it was strong and attractive. It was so real....

And seeing him so clean, without the dirt and mud, with the towel around his waist when he was finally out of the bathtub, made you escape your breathing.

It wasn't necessary to see him nude just to feel those butterflies in your stomach.

"We gotta go to your bedroom again?" He said.

"I think we have to, yeah." You said, opening the door and going to your room again, followed by him, some drops of water still falling from his body to the ground.

When you arrived, you stopped in front of your bed. François stood next to you, watching the same you were seeing, his hand holding the towel.

"What a fucking asshole." You said, referring to your sister, not knowing if it was Odelle's or Josephine's idea. "I'm sorry." You apologized.

"Don't be sorry. This is stupid."

François approached more to the bed, and took the robes in his hands. It was a priest cassock and a white shirt, just similar to the one he used to wear in Charenton.

"This is a blasphemy. I'm not such a clerical man anymore, but this is an insult. I can't wear this."

"It seems is the only thing you have, unless you want to dress that towel forever. God... I just can't take this! I need to get out of here."

"I hope we both will." Said he, taking out his towel while you turn again to see the wall, not wanting to see him nude, even when you were so needed to do so.

He arranged his hair better, looking at himself at the mirror. You were looking at him too, the Abbé de Coulmier you fell in love with five years ago, in all his glory.

"How do I look?"

"You're..."

The most handsome man I've seen in my life.

"You look very well."

"Thank you. You're beautiful too, even in your pajamas."

You laughed a little by that, your face blushing because of the compliment. He waited for you sitting in the bed while you got dressed behind a little screen.

"Why do you think your sisters choosed me for... Whatever they planned?"

"I don't know. I haven't read the Marquis de Sade stories, never. But maybe he wrote something about a priest based in you that made my sisters obsessed to do whatever he said. They fantasize a lot. And he's kind like a god for them."

François was about to respond when he turned his head a little to see you, finding you naked from the waist to the neck, seeing your beautiful body. You didn't notice this, and he went to see to the front again.

He felt the same butterflies in his stomach that you felt before in the bathroom.

He liked you more and more as the minutes passed by, and he hoped he could keep spending more time by your side, even if the events that we're happening were not enjoyable at all.

The door opened soon, Odelle coming to get you both to the dining room to have breakfast. François will know the other guests, as she called the degenerate rich people that came every year to enjoy the... Event?

"You will said to everyone that asks you that you were invited here and came by your own. Understood, Abbé? You decided you want to be part of our House of Lust and enjoy every carnal impulse. If I or my sister know that you said to one of the other guests that what I just said isn't true, you'll not pass this night. I hope you do what you think is right."

He accepted, and waited for you until you both appeared in the dining room, fake smiles on your faces, saluting everyone with bows.

He only had eyes for you during the breakfast. Wearing a nice red dress, you also were seeing him. His priest robes becomes him well, you said to yourself. And other girls were seeing him too, including both your sisters.

Around sixty people were eating and drinking the breakfast in the large table, sitting in the magnificent chairs, enjoying the bread, the eggs and cheese, the fruits and everything else.

"So you're an Abbé, is it that right, father?" A bearded man sitting next to him asked.

"Yes, monsieur. That's right. I got the title when I was eighteen."

"But don't you have vows of chastity to follow? I mean, I thought you---"

"I decided to... Try another creed... If you know what I mean. I want to feel other things to finally live a little, away from the decision and the path that my parents wanted for me when I entered the seminary. I just want to try new things and maybe see what happens later."

Suddenly it was all silence. His body was hurting a little because of the hitting, but also for lying so much. He was not used to, but Odelle and Josephine loved the little improvisation.

"Well, as you see, my darlings, our Abbé here is a good poet too. He was a good friend of the Marquis de Sade until he died." Your older sister added.

"Wasn't you the man who killed him? I heard it was the director of the asylum." A young woman said.

"No, mademoiselle. It was a college of mine who did it. I worked in there, but I was transferred to another asylum."

The interrogation lasted a few more minutes, until the servants, including Louis and Claude, closed the red curtains, leaving the place darker.

"I think is time to start this day." Odelle said, clapping, making everyone to celebrate a little. The guests went to their rooms, sometimes three or four in one bedroom.

François started to see what was going on, thinking on which perverted things they did in those rooms. But there he was, and he was a part of this, even if he didn't wanted to.

"Now you, my sweet Abbé, will come with me." Odelle said to him while everyone finally left the place.

François shared a look with you a last time while you went to your room alone, getting in there and closing the door with lock. You hoped he went well through it. It was his first day, after all.

When he entered to the red room, candles lighting the place, it felt like being in Hell. Or at least, in the place were the capital sin of lust must be punished... Or delighted.

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[malfaisanteflamme]

❛  trust me , these people are not your friends .  ❜

"Then who is?"

The raw truth comes out right off the bat.

"Since you're so concerned with my wellbeing, lemme tell you somethin'. I didn't come here to make friends. I came here to get away from the people I thought were my friends, my boyfriend -- my whole life. My second life, actually. This is my third go-round at an identity. Best one I've done yet, though apparently it's still shit enough to get you after me."

"Team Flare told me I was one of the beautiful people. A 'chosen one.' That's all I ever wanted, even in my first attempt at life. What the fuck is the point of livin' if I gotta be average? But it's that same thought that got me stuck way worse than average. I've known poverty my whole life; I was prepared to be in debt for the rest of my life if it meant finally being respected as the powerful, independent, beautiful, elite woman I've always known I'm meant to be."

"It also gave me a roof over my head, food, and somethin' to do... that was a big selling point, I guess."

"--Plus I'm not gonna get fuckin' blown up!! I get to be gorgeous for the rest of eternity. What more could a girl want."

"But at the end of the day-- I just work here, kid. This is how my life ended up, just like yours ended up bein' a pretty lil girl who's a fuckin' ballerina, is buddies with that sexy professor, and also runs around with her l friends thinkin' they're gonna save the world or some shit."

"I know my worth. I know I'm worthy of everything Flare has to offer; and Flare is offering me beauty and glory for all eternity. So why would I need friends? I didn't need 'em when I was livin' in a trap house, I sure as hell don't need 'em now."

"And..."

Seph twirls one of her pigtails around her finger, then tugs, hard.

"I know it's all bullshit. Kay? I know all this is fuckin' bullshit. I can sit here and give you my spiel about Flare making a beautiful world, but I know the Boss is a complete fuckin' nutcase! I mean, it's real. The Weapon's a real thing, and I've seen the giant deer and bird with my own two eyes. Something is going to happen. If it somehow works and we do get to reboot the world and make it less fucked up, cool. If nobody has to live in filthy underbelly of the city like I did ever again..." She catches herself, and roughly tugs on her pigtail again. "If not, whatever. It doesn't matter to me. I'm here for my own damn self."

"I'd rather not be blown up than be blown up. That's all."

#iruludavare #this was. so good to write. thank you #meme response

[lovemecharlie]

When Erik Met King Jade

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be in a romantic relationship where both parties alternate between "driving the boat" so to speak? It requires a lot of communication. You need to be willing to listen and follow as well as assert yourself and lead. You have to care about your partner's needs and be aware of your own.

N'Jadaka and I like to believe that we have found the balance because we make an effort to learn about each other continuously, but the thing about balance is that it requires great effort to maintain. Our relationship always wants to tip one way or another, and we're not perfect enough to stop it when it does. The thing that rights us is when we check the issue instead of each other.

At the beginning of the relationship though.. I won't lie. We had issues. We power struggled in a way that was not fun for us. I'm sure you wanna hear that too and I might as well tell you since I've shared so much as it is.

Let's go back to before the baby.. before the marriage.. when N'Jadaka and I were somewhat new and I still lived on the east coast.

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Erik strolls close beside me through the Maryland art exhibit, hands in his plaid pants pockets while I hang onto his bicep, arm linked in his. I've pulled out my 22 inch wavy unit for this occasion.

It's our mid-week date but we've specifically come to this rather liberal museum to support a college friend of mine who has a section of the gallery dedicated to her sculpted works. Signing her guest book I put in a bid for sculpture titled Womb in Motion.

"It's the low-hanging fruit," he says. "She didn't work too hard for that message, don't you think it's generic?"

"Because movement suggests life and the womb is life.. I love it," I explain to Erik. He's not completely sold. I'm glad Alice, the artist is not there to hear his honest opinions.

"It's a good fertility representation," I shrug, silently agreeing. He's not wrong. "I have another colleague who does Lamaze."

"I guess.." He moves us smoothly to the next piece, a sculpture called Rapture where it looks like a man is having an insane orgasm by the expression chiseled into his face.

"Well..." I bite the inside of my lip and look slyly to Erik. "That's a familiar face if I've ever seen it." When he sighs, my cheeks lift.

"Charlie this is the ugliest statue I've seen in my life and I don't look a damn thing like that... I don't," he adds when my brows go up.

Smiling with closed lips I glance to my right and that's when I see it.. a blatant symbol of a conversation I've been purposely avoiding. Immediately my reaction is to stand in a way that blocks Erik's view.

Draping my arms around his neck, I tilt my head to capture his gaze. "Let's go look at some paintings, I want to get at this Llama picture I saw briefly before someone beats me to it." ...But it doesn't work. Logically we both know it only makes sense to see what's in each exhibit as we walk and appreciate each individual work. It's what we do.

I know he sees it when his eyes stare past me and he pauses leaving me to roll my eyes. He puts his arm on my waist to guide me to it, unaware that I've already seent it through the corner of my eye..

"This one's interesting," he allows. Of course this would be the one he somewhat approves of. He's into this one, I can tell because he tries to view it from other angles and he's really looking at it. I try to talk about it as far as technique and material, but the subject matter is too obvious to ignore.

"Perfect Submission," he reads. It shows a woman kneeling and holding onto a man's leg and the man projects heavy alpha energy. It's a loud piece, skillfully created.. but loud.

"Baby... How would you feel having me as your dom,” he asks innocently. "You ever have one?"

There it is, the question I've been trying so hard to avoid.

"Have one?... No." I let him put two and two together. Suddenly, he's staring at me and I can feel it. When I look up, he looks confused and I don't like this intensely focused silence. "...What?"

"So, you've been one?" Sculpture forgotten, I'm now the focus of this conversation.

"No, I wouldn't say that..," I squint, "But I am used to.. calling the shots if you will. That's just how it's always been." I can see in his confused stare that it's a foreign concept to him. He can't picture it. "...Is that it?"

"Are you interested in experiencing sex differently? Seeing what it's like to give away control?"

I tilt my head, "Are you?"

"Honestly?" Wild brows high, he smiles humorlessly and I already know his answer, but I still wait for him to say it. "...No."

"Same.. I'm not cut out for taking orders. I don't like being told what to do."

"Neither do my wives, but in the bedroom it's different.. They feel good knowing they always have a firm hand and a strong dick."

"Pftt," I nearly spit, but cover my snickering. "Boy bye. I'm not your wife." That comment he made was enough to make my sides hurt.

"I'm for real. There's something I haven't told you yet," he says gauging my expression and I try to compose myself. "...I am a dominant." His eyes are serious. After a beat, I know I have to be serious too. I take a deep sigh.

"I could've guessed that," I admit. He didn't have to tell me and I was hoping that he wouldn't.

"My wives are all my submissives. We are into kink. We do fuck in the open. We do have group sex. We also do things that normal people do in relationships because we love our family."

"It's the weirdest family I've ever heard of..," I mumble, thrown by the explosion of TMI.

"We believe in full disclosure."

“Well, I'm not a submissive so it would get awkward really fast if you tried to dom me.”

"Is that facts?"

When I smile so to say 'yes indeed it's facts' he smiles as if he's thinking 'wtf' and his brows shoot up again like I'm some foreign object he can't figure out. He looks like I've just told him I have six husbands and want him to be the seventh... and he's just staring.

“Is something wrong?”

"Eh..," he mutters and it's like he wants to say something but changes his mind. "Charlie." Grabbing my hand to briefly kiss my fingers, he moves in closer and holds my hand in close to him. “Close your eyes and picture this.. You and me making love in Cancun.. music playing.. I lay you down and tease your body until you need the real thing and then I give it all to you.. I hold you down and have you take all of me.. and all you have to do is say yes. I'll buy you white lingerie from Agent Provocateur.. lace teddies and heels.. and I'll let you model them for me, while I touch you with my eyes.. Then I'll tie you up and kiss you all over your body from head to toe till you beg me to fuck you some more.. Now open your eyes. You don't want that?”

“Not really. One, that's boring and I'd rather explore and party if I'm in Cancun. Two, I can buy my own lingerie and I don't like white. Three, I'm not about to beg you for anything.. You can beg me," I tease. "Honestly, I'd probably end up tying you up and doing what I wish with you.. edging you. Imagine you in all your glory, naked in an apron cooking me breakfast because I turned you out and tore that cherry out,” I grin loving the image.

"Hell nah," he blurts moving onto a different sculpture where the sculpted couple is entwined around a third party. Any excitement he had deteriorated when I mentioned my lil fantasy.

"Um.. you good?" I follow closely, noting the shift. He says he's good, but I know I burst his little bubble.. this is exactly why I avoided the topic. "Look," I grab onto his arm linking mine again "I understand that this is different for you. Being in a serious relationship is different for me. I'm not used to this.. this is new."

"I know that. I respect you for being real with me, I just didn't see this coming. I have to adjust.."

"I tell you what. I have a suggestion and you just tell me if you're with it.. Okay?" Following him to the next exhibit, we stand side by side before an abstract painting that looks like the night.

"Mhm?"

"Well," I sigh, "What if we tried taking turns, that way both of us could orchestrate our fantasies and bring'em to life. I think we should try a situation where I dom you and then we'll switch it and.. you'll dom me?"

"Reverse it, I want you first," he blurts. It's not a big deal. Shrugging, I agree and we take time to finish looking through the exhibits before heading out  to my car. After grabbing milkshakes, I take him to his hotel and drop him at the front before heading home.

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Little did I know this would be the start of our complicated journey, but I'll tell you more.. after I put this baby down for her nap. By the way, I have more to tell you about that too.

#charlie #fics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x oc

[leahkayidgaf]

Unchain Me

What horrors do my depths hold? Only my thoughts and words foretell the things I'm capable of. You know nothing of the demons that possess me. Or perhaps I posses them, as I am responsible for my actions. It seems just yesterday I was a small happy child, full of innocence, yet not ignorant. Simply not have bathed in the experiences that ruin ones conscience- moments that rip your soul apart to lost fragments, leaving no hope to find and piece back together. Wholeness...a word so foreign. I cannot remember the last time I felt complete. The mirror shows me a lie. Shattered reflection of who I once was. Somebody I do not recognize. The dissociation makes me feel alien. I do not fit in, among people. Among life. I don't belong here. Things have changed so drastically, I can barely remember who I was. Before things fucked me up. Before I felt like I was living trapped in a hell co-created by either the Universe or God(s)...whatever controls and generates our existence..and me of course..my choices have contributed to the reality I live in. However sometimes I wonder how much I can actually control. Things seem to happen on their own accord, with no regard to the destructive impact they leave in their wake. Mostly those "things" are people. We fuck up everything good, don't we. That's what the world seems to be. A major fucking fuck up. Sure, there's the beautiful and the good. But to what ratio?

Speaking for myself, as I cannot judge the moral balance of others, light and dark cannot be fully balanced. It's either or. We restrain the bad, but the ugly comes out along with the good. Or you keep it in..and hide all your demons deep down inside the dungeon in your chest until they lock you inside your own head and drive you insane.

"You're the sweetest girl I've ever met".

Well honey, you haven't seen the bitter side in its full glory. The monster is chained to my thoughts and shackled in my mind. At times I wonder whether this madness will consume me. The glimpses I see make me wonder how long it will take to completely go off the rails.

The potential malice I possess scares the shit out of me. Had I no self control I would not be here today. Many people wouldn't be here today. I could have landed in hot water times too hard to count. Yet here I am, why?

I feel rotten inside. The good in me has washed away long before we met. I don't deserve anything good. I do not deserve you. I cannot forgive myself for my sins or mistakes. I cannot change my past or present. The future seems bleak. Why are we born? Purpose seems pointless. Love seems hopeless. One day it'll all be gone. Something I have accepted, yes..but to live with that truth...I'd prefer not to.

You're the only one who keeps me in check. Makes me feel boundaries, makes me feel real. But your demons clash with mine, although you choose to put them on display and you know nothing about the torture in my brain. I'm a stronghold and I will never reveal the evil inside of my heart. I try to forget past thoughts, actions, and words. At times I forget and live in a fake bliss, then I remember who I am and the disgust makes me want to put a knife through me.

Sanity...

It slips away by the minute...

How long do I do this?

Weeks, months, years?

Pretend to be the perfect daughter, even though I'm nor man, nor woman, and nowhere near what my parents would want. 

Pretend like I want to be here, among wild, barbaric, uncivilized, humans that destroy more than they can build.

There is but one thing left for me here. Someone who doesn't understand their own worth. But perhaps they do. Maybe what they don't understand is the pain they cause when they push me away and keep me out.

When that happens, everything that gives me that trapped feeling amplifies by a tenfold. And I lose any remaining control I had over myself.

I love him. I love him with all my heart and soul. Or whatever good part that's left of me. I wish we'd balance each other out more, instead of self-destruct. Or maybe I don't give a shit if I self-destruct. Perhaps after so many years it's all it's been leading to it. I'm way past exhaustion, I'm wasting away. All that keeps me intact is you. And drugs. You make me feel happy and safe. Drugs make me feel like times stops and or speeds up. It takes me to a different frequency, one where I'm calm and forget reality, delving into my subconscious to try and extract anything that would contribute something positive to my life. So far it has only opened my eyes and showed me that time shoots like lightning and in a split of a second everything can change, for the bad usually. Moments that pass by so fast and you're not even there to experience them. And "poof", they're gone. Tomorrow I might wake up being 22, no highschool degree, no college ambitions...just a fucked up brain missing the past, hating the present, and not certain if I want to see a future.

[frankiefellinlove]

Bruce's eulogy for the BIG MAN:

I've been sitting here listening to everyone talk about Clarence and staring at that photo of the two of us right there. It's a picture of Scooter and The Big Man, people who we were sometimes. As you can see in this particular photo, Clarence is admiring his muscles and I'm pretending to be nonchalant while leaning upon him. I leaned on Clarence a lot; I made a career out of it in some ways.´´

´´Those of us who shared Clarence's life, shared with him his love and his confusion. Though "C" mellowed with age, he was always a wild and unpredictable ride. Today I see his sons Nicky, Chuck, Christopher and Jarod sitting here and I see in them the reflection of a lot of C's qualities. I see his light, his darkness, his sweetness, his roughness, his gentleness, his anger, his brilliance, his handsomeness, and his goodness. But, as you boys know your pop was a not a day at the beach. "C" lived a life where he did what he wanted to do and he let the chips, human and otherwise, fall where they may. Like a lot of us your pop was capable of great magic and also of making quite an amazing mess. This was just the nature of your daddy and my beautiful friend. Clarence's unconditional love, which was very real, came with a lot of conditions. Your pop was a major project and always a work in progress. "C" never approached anything linearly, life never proceeded in a straight line. He never went A… B…. C…. D. It was always A… J…. C…. Z… Q… I….! That was the way Clarence lived and made his way through the world. I know that can lead to a lot of confusion and hurt, but your father also carried a lot of love with him, and I know he loved each of you very very dearly.´´

´´It took a village to take care of Clarence Clemons. Tina, I'm so glad you're here. Thank you for taking care of my friend, for loving him. Victoria, you've been a loving, kind and caring wife to Clarence and you made a huge difference in his life at a time when the going was not always easy. To all of "C's" vast support network, names too numerous to mention, you know who you are and we thank you. Your rewards await you at the pearly gates. My pal was a tough act but he brought things into your life that were unique and when he turned on that love light, it illuminated your world. I was lucky enough to stand in that light for almost 40 years, near Clarence's heart, in the Temple of Soul.´´

´´So a little bit of history: from the early days when Clarence and I traveled together, we'd pull up to the evening's lodgings and within minutes "C" would transform his room into a world of his own. Out came the colored scarves to be draped over the lamps, the scented candles, the incense, the patchouli oil, the herbs, the music, the day would be banished, entertainment would come and go, and Clarence the Shaman would reign and work his magic, night after night. Clarence's ability to enjoy Clarence was incredible. By 69, he'd had a good run, because he'd already lived about 10 lives, 690 years in the life of an average man. Every night, in every place, the magic came flying out of C's suitcase. As soon as success allowed, his dressing room would take on the same trappings as his hotel room until a visit there was like a trip to a sovereign nation that had just struck huge oil reserves. "C" always knew how to live. Long before Prince was out of his diapers, an air of raunchy mysticism ruled in the Big Man's world. I'd wander in from my dressing room, which contained several fine couches and some athletic lockers, and wonder what I was doing wrong! Somewhere along the way all of this was christened the Temple of Soul; and "C" presided smilingly over its secrets, and its pleasures. Being allowed admittance to the Temple's wonders was a lovely thing.´´

´´As a young child my son Sam became enchanted with the Big Man… no surprise. To a child Clarence was a towering fairy tale figure, out of some very exotic storybook. He was a dreadlocked giant, with great hands and a deep mellifluous voice sugared with kindness and regard. And… to Sammy, who was just a little white boy, he was deeply and mysteriously black. In Sammy's eyes, "C" must have appeared as all of the African continent, shot through with American cool, rolled into one welcoming and loving figure. So… Sammy decided to pass on my work shirts and became fascinated by Clarence's suits and his royal robes. He declined a seat in dad's van and opted for "C's" stretch limousine, sitting by his side on the slow cruise to the show. He decided dinner in front of the hometown locker just wouldn't do, and he'd saunter up the hall and disappear into the Temple of Soul.´´

´´Of course, also enchanted was Sam's dad, from the first time I saw my pal striding out of the shadows of a half empty bar in Asbury Park, a path opening up before him; here comes my brother, here comes my sax man, my inspiration, my partner, my lifelong friend. Standing next to Clarence was like standing next to the baddest ass on the planet. You were proud, you were strong, you were excited and laughing with what might happen, with what together, you might be able to do. You felt like no matter what the day or the night brought, nothing was going to touch you. Clarence could be fragile but he also emanated power and safety, and in some funny way we became each other's protectors; I think perhaps I protected "C" from a world where it still wasn't so easy to be big and black. Racism was ever present and over the years together, we saw it. Clarence's celebrity and size did not make him immune. I think perhaps "C" protected me from a world where it wasn't always so easy to be an insecure, weird and skinny white boy either. But, standing together we were badass, on any given night, on our turf, some of the baddest asses on the planet. We were united, we were strong, we were righteous, we were unmovable, we were funny, we were corny as hell and as serious as death itself. And we were coming to your town to shake you and to wake you up. Together, we told an older, richer story about the possibilities of friendship that transcended those I'd written in my songs and in my music. Clarence carried it in his heart. It was a story where the Scooter and the Big Man not only busted the city in half, but we kicked ass and remade the city, shaping it into the kind of place where our friendship would not be such an anomaly. And that… that's what I'm gonna miss. The chance to renew that vow and double down on that story on a nightly basis, because that is something, that is the thing that we did together… the two of us. Clarence was big, and he made me feel, and think, and love, and dream big. How big was the Big Man? Too fucking big to die. And that's just the facts. You can put it on his grave stone, you can tattoo it over your heart. Accept it… it's the New World.´´

´´Clarence doesn't leave the E Street Band when he dies. He leaves when we die.´´

´´So, I'll miss my friend, his sax, the force of nature his sound was, his glory, his foolishness, his accomplishments, his face, his hands, his humor, his skin, his noise, his confusion, his power, his peace. But his love and his story, the story that he gave me, that he whispered in my ear, that he allowed me to tell… and that he gave to you… is gonna carry on. I'm no mystic, but the undertow, the mystery and power of Clarence and my friendship leads me to believe we must have stood together in other, older times, along other rivers, in other cities, in other fields, doing our modest version of god's work… work that's still unfinished. So I won't say goodbye to my brother, I'll simply say, see you in the next life, further on up the road, where we will once again pick up that work, and get it done.´´

´´Big Man, thank you for your kindness, your strength, your dedication, your work, your story. Thanks for the miracle… and for letting a little white boy slip through the side door of the Temple of Soul.´´

´´SO LADIES AND GENTLEMAN… ALWAYS LAST, BUT NEVER LEAST. LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE MASTER OF DISASTER, the BIG KAHUNA, the MAN WITH A PHD IN SAXUAL HEALING, the DUKE OF PADUCAH, the KING OF THE WORLD, LOOK OUT OBAMA! THE NEXT BLACK PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES EVEN THOUGH HE'S DEAD… YOU WISH YOU COULD BE LIKE HIM BUT YOU CAN'T! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BIGGEST MAN YOU'VE EVER SEEN!… GIVE ME A C-L-A-R-E-N-C-E. WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! … amen.´´

´´I'm gonna leave you today with a quote from the Big Man himself, which he shared on the plane ride home from Buffalo, the last show of the last tour. As we celebrated in the front cabin congratulating one another and telling tales of the many epic shows, rocking nights and good times we'd shared, "C" sat quietly, taking it all in, then he raised his glass, smiled and said to all gathered, "This could be the start of something big."´´

´´Love you, "C".´´

[dreams-of-wings]

Phantom Dragon

Imagine being on of the things/people that make Ikebukuro so special.

Warnings: It's me, so swearing. I'm a slut for Light Fury's, sorry. And being obsessed with something (for me) means crossing it over with almost every fandom I know.

There's so much that makes Ikeburkuro stand out from other cities. Sure it might not be the biggest or most populated city in the world, but you know what they say, "Quality over quantity."

It's the people that make this city so unique: you've got The Headless Rider, Saika (who some still argue is just a myth), the strongest man in the world Ikebukuro, everyone's most hated favorite information broker, and heck even some of the gangs help make the city widely infamous.

And then there's you.

You only came recently.

Some time after that big fight that landed Masaomi in the Hospital.

You hadn't arrived there by normal means- traveling internationally involves medical records and documentation in order to make sure that, health wise, you were okay to travel to another country. BUT because you aren't completely human, and have a little somthin' else, any form of testing might come up or appear outside the normal ranges for a human being (little things like taking your temperature might be alarming to medical professionals).

So you got there by paying someone to stow you away on a boat. Unfortunately getting somewhere by shifty means, ment you had to hire some shifty people, and that ment they couldn't always be trusted to keep their mouths shut - especially after they thought they saw something.

That being said, of course Izaya knew about you the day you arrived.

Correction

He knew of you, but not about you. He only knew what he had been told and that only made his interest in you deepen.

"Someone's arrived in Ikebukuro who might add some extra weight to the scale- maybe not on one side or the other, but perhaps in a new direction."

Oh color him interested.

For about a month or so, you were able to live quietly and without being seen while you were... *cough cough* having fun being yo majestic dragon shifting self.

The first sighting happened on one of the days when Celty was being hunted down ceaselessly.

Someone got their hands on one of those giant guns that shoots out a big net, and they had the mind to try and use it on Celty.

Let's just say their aim was off

And you, in all your curious glory wondering why so many thugish-looking bikers were ganging up on one woman, were gliding around kinda low.

Then it happened. You were shot down, but at first no one could see you and for a second they thought the net was faulty.

But Celty knew otherwise.

She was able to use her powers to help you get away without being seen by the people in your immediate vicinity, but she could do nothing about the people in the surrounding buildings.

So of course someone had seen you and gotten video evidence before you seemed to disappear into thin air.

It took only a few hours for the footage to go viral - with some people stoked to see that such a creature existed in their home town, while others were skeptical of the video being real.

Izaya was giddy as fuck, because this must be what that one guy was talking about.

Shinra wasn't sure if it was real, but then again his girlfriend is a Dullahan so why the hell not?

Shizuo was there when Celty set you free.

Anri was a bit more on the indifferent side, she wasn't sure how she felt about the video. If it was fake it didnt change a thing, but what if it was real? Her school girl mind could only imagine.

Masaomi cracked jokes about there being a princess in town, and that was why there was a dragon here.

And as always Mikado was a bit late to the party.

Let's talk about the people who know about you- and I'm not talking about people who saw the video, no. I mean people who looked at you and just got a sixth sense or figured it out.

Simon: Just seemed to know somehow? He seems kinda like the guy who knows more than he let's on? So people just don't really think much of him at first glance. He said something to you when you stopped by for a bite to eat that just made you freeze, "Sushi is good and easy on stomach before and after long flight, no?" Oh...

Celty: She had never actually seen you shift, but when she met you she also just knew. She got this hair standing up on the back of her neck feeling, and it took her a few more interactions to figure it out, but she was one of the faster ones to the draw.

Shizuo: The timeline of the viral videos and him seeing you (a new face in Ikebukuro) around now had bothered him. It seemed very coincidental and everytime he saw you or that damn video he thought about it long and hard, and eventually he put the pieces together. Just because he's strong, doesn't make him dumb.

Izaya: One of the last people to know, though not from a lack of trying I can promise you that. Even Mikado and his friends, and Erika and her group knew about you before he did (mainly because Celty and the others told them after convincing you they were trust worthy). After managing to make friends with you, Celty and her friends did everything they could to keep you hidden away from the information broker, and that normally ment one of them being with you when you went out into the city. Celty would be damned if she let Izaya dig up your information and hold it over your head like he did to her. Of course he connected the dots when he questioned why his dear little Celty took a sudden interest in a nobody newbie. Being friends with them was probably your downfall to be honest.

Now let's talk about all the things that come with being an undocumented [I guess] dragon shifter.

God forbid you get sick, and I don't mean, "Oh look I've got a runny nose," sick i mean- coughing fit, feels like your dying sick. All I can say is fire, fire everywhere. Hope your neighbors aren't nosy.

It's kinda hard to get a good job? Everything needs proof of identity and since you aren't from their you dont have things they would normally ask for, you also dont have a work Visa saying that it's okay your there.

Sure you can get hired under the table, but keep in mind if anything goes wrong (and not necessarily with you) you'll be the first one your boss gets rid of incase people start snooping around.

You do a lot of job hopping, apartment hopping, and sometimes squatting, till you're finally able to get a good job.

#EveryonesFirstApartmentIsShit

Honestly being a dragon helps you save a lot on food sometimes- you can just go hunting yo.

Once you make friends with the crew, getting a decent paying job is easier and you bounce between working deliveries with Celty and debt collecting with Tom and Shizuo.

Kinnosuke, that hard ass motorcycle cop that gives Celty problems, gives you problems as well. Of course he wanted to know what kind of people the headless rider hung out with, so after he saw the two of you together a few times on the street he flagged you down on your walk home from work (Yes, you walk), and asked for your ID. He wasnt heartless, just a man of the law, so he understood that getting a new ID could take a while. When you gave him the ID from where you previously lived, he politely asked for a Visa or proof of citizenship in Japan/Ikebukuro.

Oh

Oh, no

It was on the second you ran for a nearby ally, turned into a damn dragon, and flew away.

"Do you have a license to fly?!"

"Do you have a permit to fly within city limits?!"

After that, you would fly to the nearest ally of your destination for anything because at least he can't get to you in the sky, and you can still hide.

"Its not the same as flying a plane you idiot!"

Sorry, not sorry.

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Stop sending dick pics 

Okay, so maybe I'm a little old-fashioned and maybe back in the dinosaur days when we didn't have the internet or smartphones, I feel like men were different. But dating today sucks, literally, it sucks! 

Here's the scenario, picture this.... you meet someone online, you text a few times and I can honestly tell you the conversation goes like this in texts:

Him: "Hi, how are you?"

Me:  "I'm fine, how are you?"

Me: "So how's this site working for you?"

Him: "It's great, I've just met you"

I'm thinking...oh, he's so sweet. 

Me: "So what are you looking for?" 

Him: "I am looking for a long term relationship"

Now I'm thinking oh...okay, so we are on the same page, so I go back to reread his profile and it's saying all the right things. Things I am looking for in a man and I get my hopes up.

Then I get another text and I am excited to see what he has to say next and I open it....

Bam!!! Here's a picture of my junk!

Yes, you read that right, a picture of his junk, his shit, his wrinkled, tiny dick with his saggy balls in all his glory or so he thinks, obviously since he sent it.

 Me: "Did I ask you for a picture of your junk? Am I on Tinder??

 I get it if I was on Tinder and I was looking for a hookup because then I'd like to see what I'm going to get before I get it. So this would be appropriate but since I'm not on Tinder and it clearly says on my profile that I'm looking for a long-term relationship, that I'm a Christian and in bold letters that I'm not looking for a hookup, it must be obviously that 

A. You can't read or 

B. You're just really fucking stupid, so which is it??"

Oh yes, your not going to send me a picture of your junk and not get a tongue lashing from me.

He was lucky, one man who sent me one got this:

"FYI, don't send a picture of your junk to a women who's been with a black man, not a myth"

He replied "So your assuming I am small"

Me: "No, I no longer have to assume!" 

Ha! That shut him down and hopefully bruised his ego enough never to do it again. (I could only hope)

 So please tell me why is it that men out there insist on sending pictures of their junk? Seriously, I have gotten so many pictures of shitty junk that I can open up my own PornHub.

 I don't get this? So please enlighten me about why do you think you do this? 

Do you think that sending me a picture of your nasty and usually small junk, that I'm going to say: 

"Oh my God, let me get your address so I can come right over and jump on you!"

Is that what you're thinking in your pea-sized brain, that goes along with your pea-sized pecker??

Public service announcement to all men out there who like to send dick pics, we seen them all, it's not exciting, most of the time yours is small and wrinkled and taking in a dirty bathroom, yuck! So why do you insist on sending them??

What's the point? But my real question is do women actually go for this? Is there women out there entertaining this behavior?

There must be, because these idiots are still doing it or maybe it's a numbers games, let me send my crappie, little dick pic to 100 women and at least one will fall on it. 

I can't figure it out but to be honest I am sick of them and the shitty men who send them. I can tell you that all of my friends are over it as well, besides from the good laugh we get showing your pictures to each other and saying what was he thinking?? That's all your getting here jerk! 

Where are the true gentlemen? Have they all become extinct? 

Where are the men who act like men and not dogs? Look I know there are good men out there, I have many wonderful male friends that are truly good guys but I am telling you it's not that many, it's a dying breed to be a gentleman today.

I get society has made it okay to call women bitches, to have women degraded in music videos, to even have our president think it's okay to grab women by their pussys like we are pieces of meat. 

And maybe women have resigned to putting up with this shitty behavior but I am old school and you will not be pulling that crap with me, ever! 

So today my friends,take a stand!  Pass this blog along, send it to your male friends, post it on your page, take a stand against the nasty dick pics, protest, cut them down, delete them, call them out on social media! Yell it loud and clear...no more dick pics, no more dic pics, no more dic pics!!

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Ali & Tommy

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Tommy: I wanna hear how the teachers throw down Ali: fosho Ali: dog or you SO 100% G.A.Y. now you refuse to go anywhere that ain't flying at least 2 rainbow flags at all times? 😉 Tommy: 🌈 or bust Tommy: not gonna be Ro's scene but if you wanna bring Carly that cunt isn't gonna set foot in such hallowed ground Ali: A different concept for scared straight but I'm with it Ali: I'll ask her Ali: got a party dress I didn't get to debut, gotta save something for the home crowd, like Tommy: I'd watch THAT show Ali: wouldn't we all Ali: so much teen mum to catch up on, you best not have watched it without me! Tommy: Not trying to get struck down ta Tommy: That fury's all for Drew Ali: unless you've deleted all the recording like ur burning after reading, you're alright kid Tommy: Honey I know what's holy Ali: thank God someone does Ali: Drew getting kicked straight to hell and off this bus if he don't chill Tommy: They still going? Tommy: Ugh Ali: Nah Ali: Laoise and her crew dobbed, which fair enough literally no one needs it, doubt they got started before the teachs' were yanking them out Ali: if they had handcuffs Drew would be chained to his seat rn no lie Ali: citizen's arrests and full-scale riot behaviour going down rn from everyone slating Carly Tommy: omhg Tommy: I hope someone's streaming Tommy: Gonna send my girl 💚🍀 Ali: no doubt Ali: reckon we might have to make an emergency stop Ali: couldn't even make the trip home Ali: really lads REALLY Tommy: And I thought my school was full of drama queens and kings Tommy: Christ alive Ali: honestly Ali: got nothing on the common people Ali: i'm so over it Ali: gonna knock myself over the head in a minute so i don't have to deal Tommy: I'd suggest a sing song but don't reckon that'll cut it Tommy: Call me a bad gay again but Tommy: Never hear you over the war cries like Ali: 😂 if there was ever a moment for kumbaya Tommy: If they'd let you keep your 🎸 you'd be thriving Tommy: Yeah I heard about that casual confiscation Tommy: Weapon in more ways than one though, lads Ali: THANK YOU Ali: how we gon' play for peace now Ali: gonna have to get real happy clappy Tommy: 👏stop👏 slutshaming👏 carly👏 Tommy: End with a mexican wave that knocks that cunt out Tommy: She alright? Tommy: I just saw a flash of Ro, safe to say she ain't Ali: I mean, as much as they're all just using this as an excuse to do that Ali: lowkey have a point on this one Ali: why here and why now Ali: its disrespectful Tommy: Talk to her Tommy: Someone's clearly keeping Ro in the loop somehow, is that likely to be her? Ali: Idk Ali: I don't think its her style Ali: she isn't doing it to be malicious to Ro but yeah, idk why she is Tommy: Is she proper 💘 on Drew Tommy: 'Cause lord Ali: How could anyone be Tommy: I have literally no clue Tommy: But Ro's not 💔 about her German accent or whatever Tommy: It's all about him so there's gotta be something we're missing Ali: Oh, that ain't about him Ali: about a lot of things but him being a vessel for her intimacy issues and insecurities is just one of 'em Tommy: So he could've been anyone? Score - 1 for Romeo Ali: Any dickhead who's not gonna make it real on his end and ruin the fairytale, yeah Ali: dime a dozen Tommy: ☕ Ali: safe to say he's fucked the narrative still tho Ali: although, has he? 'cos secretly feeds into the 'i'm wrong and strange' deal we all know is there Tommy: Savage Tommy: But accurate Ali: I know Ali: Die before I said it to her face, like but Ali: makes me worried if she needs to prove that theory right again he could make a reappearance Ali: everyone loves a bit of self-destruction Ali: can't judge but I am Tommy: Samsies Tommy: Fuck's sake Tommy: This family Ali: Rocky the only one with a healthy functioning relationship tbh Tommy: The realest Tommy: Even ma's met her match in ro rn though Tommy: She's lowkey freaking me out and I'm used to you weirdos Ali: Explain Ali: I've seen her at her freakiest, remember, so are we talking worse? Tommy: True maybe I'm just out of practice Tommy: Ghost like vibes catching me off guard Ali: We'll have to keep an eye on the food Ali: she doesn't eat much, and never in front of any of us now Ali: but I can tell when she's had something Ali: make sure we're not hungerstrike vibes again Tommy: I reckon she'll be alright-ish when you get home Tommy: Much as she ever is, you know Tommy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tommy: She's not gonna want to go to hospital or any of that shit Ali: Yeah, you're right Ali: I'm being dramatic, it's catching Tommy: 👑 Tommy: Bea will be if she sees her Tommy: Jesus take the wheel and spare me that Ali: 😬 Ali: can hear the 'I told you so' from here Ali: we're all thinking it but shh Tommy: Inside voices like we do at least Ali: Never know Ali: might be the motivation she needs Ali: Bea disappointment Tommy: Oh snap Ali: You know it works Ali: on Fraze too 😂 Tommy: 😂 Tommy: Yeah

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Junior & Nancy

Gay nerds

Junior: Nance, how on earth are you tackling this art project? To say I'm discombobulated is an understatement that isn't getting me an A any time soon! Nancy: 😕 sums it up in a way. Obviously I can fall back on the twin thing but is that too safe? 😩 But we couldn't be more different Junior: 😖 Like, I love how vague and open to our own interpretation it is...but also I fucking hate how vague and open to our own interpretation it is! 😢😂 No one would blame you; least of all me, 'cos I was tempted- being the sore thumb I am when counting our ten- and I've not even got the twin angle everyone is so about in all areas of art tbh Junior: If nothing else, Buster is a willing participant in a photo op always? Junior: Ooh, you could get something matchy match from your childhood photos (I know they exist) and splice it with portraits of you now...Think that elevates it Nancy: You've put your finger on it. Nancy: But I don't think you're so right about the lack of blame 🤔 even with the boy/girl straight/gay redhead/brunette angle it still feels ??? Nancy: Basic 😒 Junior: I get you Junior: Meant to become the next Magritte in just 4 weeks, like !!! Junior: Well, I've heard at least 4 girls from class saying they're going to do a heavily made-up portrait next to a #nofilter #naturalbeauty one so Junior: We'll do better than that by default but I'd like to come up with something vaguely original still Junior: Miss' sanity relies on us lowkey, no pressure 😷😜 Nancy: I had that passing thought let it go though 😜 Nancy: You could text her Nancy: 😕 yes pressure Nancy: What to do? Junior: I like to keep it in professional hours Junior: for her sake, she gets a bit amorous when she's had a glass o vino after work Nancy: 😮 she does? Nancy: can I bribe my way to top of the class by raiding the cellar Junior: That was my second suggestion 😏 Junior: Take one for the team please 🙏 Nancy: but she's straight STRAIGHT Nancy: couldn't be enough Nancy: back to the mindmap Junior: Damn straights 😒 Junior: if all else fails, we can put this grade next to our last Junior: break the fourth wall, v meta Nancy: our school gets the one bohemian who is Nancy: put her next to the sterotypical art teacher Junior: did you mean my mother? 🤔 Junior: her, the engineer, hilarious 😂 Junior: Mum'd be up for it, you may borrow her Nancy: I might yet Nancy: when's this due again? Junior: we've still got 3 weeks, don't worry Junior: just trying to get it over and done with here Nancy: I should Nancy: The Tempest essay is due soon Junior: Don't remind me, even the gayness can't make it enjoyable, like many a teen show 🤷 Junior: Could combine? Somehow? Umm Junior: The supernatural characters and the humans...why yes, I am clutching at straws Junior: This term is killing me Nancy: If I'd get away with handing in some shots instead of an essay I would Nancy: not happening Nancy: 😩 Nancy: What ideas have you had? For the juxtaposition...forget the tempest Nancy: burn that Junior: If only, 1000 words=1 photograph, no contest really Junior: again, if only Will had 💀 Junior: The idea I can't get out of my head, even though it has been done to death so is BEYOND basic, is mashing up a classical art piece with something modern and pop culture...to say something about me (eww!) Junior: Tbf, they usually use Renaissance or very very famous art pieces so I could win points by using some relevant surrealism/ going beyond calling Mona Lisa #flawless Junior: Its all I've got Nancy: I think it's good Nancy: Let's both run with overused concepts and make them not basic in our way Nancy: act like we planned it Nancy: nobody has to know we had no other ideas Junior: Absolutely 😎 Junior: Total confidence is key, comes so natural to the both of us, like Junior: I think worrying about being 'original' is the true hack thing to do here anyway 💅 Nancy joined the chat 13 hours ago Nancy: 😖 yes Nancy: stealing that all Nancy: now if you could keep it going and give me some thoughts on shakespeare to plagiarize 😜 Junior: If I could, I would but even SparkNotes isn't helping me Junior: shall we peruse the best film/stage adaptations? maybe tomorrow night if you're free Nancy: I've seen the 2010 version a few times for obvious reasons Nancy: but yeah the others not so much Nancy: we need to do something that isn't me asking my mum for help Junior: Oh, babe 😂 that's the real tragedy here, you doing that to yourself Junior: maybe I'll borrow her and she can do mine for me Junior: still down for a movie night obviously Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Lead female character Nancy: Shakespeare should've Nancy: Please do take her Nancy: mum swap 😂 Junior: As much as Bill LOVED any excuse for a drag show darling... stick with the evil queens and witches 😘 Junior: Let's do this, full family swap! Let them drive you insane for a bit whilst I live the life 😬 Nancy: Switch that around both my parents are so type A Nancy: Plus you've got all the brothers and sisters to dodge behind Nancy: Buster takes more heat off than most but he's still just one boy Junior: well, mine would refuse to be bound to a type, just as annoying I promise Junior: Its true I can mostly fade into obscurity with all their shenanigans, yet it still somehow isn't the case, just 12 nosy people in your business instead of the usual 2, with a disinterested brother flexing off in the background Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: I'm not having kids Nancy: Don't care if the future wife is frantic Junior: It is an issue that divides all of us tbh Junior: I don't think I'd mind one, to put all my efforts into Junior: but unlikely Junior: unless I co-parent from the sidelines with your wife Nancy: weirder scenarios have come about Nancy: I'd prefer a kitten Junior: steal one when you come over Junior: Ma'd probably notice but really, do we need so many? Nancy: Gran's such a dog person can I get through the door Junior: True, true Junior: Always living on such extremes this fam Junior: I don't know 😏 Nancy: look at me and my brother ultimate homo and hetero Nancy: embarrassing Junior: 😂 Junior: I'd love to suggest he doth protest too much but lbr Nancy: dad's never been prouder 😂 no teen pregnancies for his little girl Nancy: shakespeare would write that Junior: Who are we putting our money on to go first Nancy: that's harder than it sounds Junior: Rio is obvious choice but I sometimes think Grace might go insane and come along and take the claim Junior: *Shudders* Nancy: change the subject I beg you Nancy: I'd rather hear about your attempts to avoid your secret admirer who's a girl and hopelessly 💘 Junior: well, I would rather pretend that was not a thing 😬 Junior: as your brother once eloquently put it, when he was very pissed, 'i could clean up and get untold amounts of pussy' Junior: and that's that on that Junior: considering getting a face transplant 'cos my off-putting demeanour is not doing enough 😒 what problems to have, eh? the privilege of it all! 😂 Nancy: maybe we should go under together Nancy: moral support and potential discount Nancy: if I get told I don't look gay one more time I'm returning my badge Junior: well, where is your crewcut and tank top, like? 🤔 Junior: out here confusing the masses like that, idk Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Not an identical twin playing tricks either how dare I Junior: why can't you just get in your box and like it, god damn it Nance! Nancy: unrelated except about boxes but should I get some new kit for this project or am I just stalling Nancy: a memoir Junior: any excuse 😜 Junior: but yes, do it Junior: i'm using it as excuse to go 'round all the best art galleries in town again so Nancy: Can I tag along Nancy: they're so quiet it's everything Junior: Naturally Junior: We're art students, we've gotta act like it, I'll keep the pretentious commentary to a minimum if you keep the equally as pretentious 'grams down too 😘 Nancy: I'll try Nancy: The feed wants what it wants though Junior: Can't argue, just leave the real money outta the shot Junior: Gotta leave my fangirls wanting more, like 😂 Nancy: That I will promise Nancy: Not trying to be mobbed by straight girls Junior: You mean you resist the lesbian stereotype of LOVING that too?! Nancy: Somehow it's managed Junior: no mean feat, one of the few gays in the village Nancy: Don't clap it's too loud 😂 Junior: *Finger clicks like this a slam poetry night* Nancy: Thank you Nancy: [sends a selection of childhood pictures] how early years can I go before everyone's rolling their eyes Nancy: Thank you too mum for these. Why did you do this to us? 🙈 Junior: Awww what 👼 Junior: This is how I like to remember Buster, before it all went wrong... 😉 Nancy: 👶🥕 Nancy: The glory days Junior: Weren't they just? Junior: At least you didn't have an extra older sister to dress you up, that's worse...the photos I could bring out, good lord 🙄 Nancy: 😜 And I wasn't that sister. You've welcome Buster Nancy: 🍀 Junior: *Whispers* Can we agree he needs SOMEONE to give him a makeover tho Nancy: I volunteer you as tribute Nancy: I've tried Junior: Maybe next family gathering Junior: if he shows Nancy: Bide your time Nancy: birthday present failsafe idea Junior: the amount of birthday celebrations in this fam is unholy Junior: We have a better social life than I would ever wish for, ugh Nancy: don't make me think about it Nancy: I'm sharing and it's made no difference Junior: wouldn't want you to miss out on all that good good attention we all crave 😂 Nancy: 🙈 Junior: Speaking of attention, have you heard the latest gossip that has piqued our peers? Nancy: You tell me Nancy: I can't think of anything off the top of my head Junior: Mark Colm Junior: a massive gay? Junior: I can't make up my mind if they're just hysterical and he's just a bit camp Junior: or there's something in it Nancy: He's one of us Nancy: Definitely crushing on the headboy I've seen him looking Junior: Isn't everyone? Junior: Even the teachers, complete popularity contest got him that position Junior: Interesting, though... Nancy: Besides me in my minority of one Nancy: And Sian would never Junior: Sian Gaffney? She's never gay! Thought you didn't do straight girls, you're reaching there Nancy: 🙉 not her she's dating the oldest Keenan lad Jake? Blake? idk Nancy: She'd love to ride half our class anyway Junior: Ohh you mean Mrs Kelly, duh Junior: yeah she's one of the only decent teachers about, doesn't seem like she goes in for all that popularity politics Nancy: No she doesn't Junior: Seems like a good place to while away a lunchtime Nancy: don't tell everyone how fun it is there'll all wanna join me Nancy: not ready to say goodbye to my happy place Junior: I think your secret is safe from the masses, even if I suddenly got uncharacteristically chatty Junior: Even the ones that don't take the piss and are relatively decent human beings Junior: still rather go get a nandos or whatever it is they do Nancy: Yeah I'm an open book if anyone asks 😂 Nancy: I'll stick with the one stereotype I'm okay with embracing, my eager vegetarianism Nancy: No offence lads Junior: Its all kale and charitable acts with this one Junior: No ulterior motives at all 😏 Nancy: just a rich girl with more wealth than she can give away 😜 Nancy: nothing else to see here Junior: mhmm okay 👌 Junior: we'll pretend I don't know you better than that Nancy: Hey you don't know everything Junior: True Junior: are you in the mood for telling? Junior: 🤔 Nancy: Sometimes Nancy: Can't put it all in my art Junior: not if you don't want Miss to think you're trying to tell her something Junior: flattered but straight, like Nancy: She's not the one Nancy: She'll be flattered to hear Junior: Indeed Nancy: When there is someone it'd be nice to talk about it Nancy: Sometimes like I said Junior: Well, you know where I am Junior: When there is someone Nancy: But I wouldn't know where to start Nancy: I can't put words to it ?? Not the right ones Junior: That's not just you Junior: If I'm to understand all the songs and poetry professing they too have no words Junior: Can but try 🙂 Nancy: Helpful Nancy: What about you? Headboys to one side. Any crushes? Junior: No, no Junior: No point, is there Nancy: Doesn't mean there's a way to stop yourself Nancy: Wish I could just No at myself Junior: I don't know, I don't find it too hard Junior: but you're out so its different Junior: I wouldn't want to go out with anyone...even if Mark is a gay Junior: what would he want with me Nancy: You're a catch Nancy: Out or not he'd be punching above his weight to have you Junior: I don't think there's any point being with someone if you can't be open with it Junior: Being a dirty little secret isn't going to feel good for either party Nancy: For some people it feels worth it Nancy: Just to be with, or around them Junior: Perhaps Junior: Safe to say I don't feel that deeply for any lad here so yeah Junior: keeping on my shelf for now, like Nancy: There's a junxtaposition, us on our respective ledges Nancy: I can't remember what being happily single is like Nancy: Another lesbian stereotype for the list Junior: Don't, how depressing 😂 Junior: I am not about that angsty teen art life Junior: How do we get you a lady? Junior: Do we have to hit the clubs? Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: No no no Nancy: Give that up for a bad job and worse idea Nancy: I'm too picky Junior: You're speaking to me Junior: vowed a celibate here Junior: we can do this for you Nancy: We can't Nancy: Leave me in my rut Junior: Fine fine 😋 Nancy: I'll be in my dark room angsting 😂 Junior: Noted Junior: I'll drag you out for museums and Tempest film marathon tomorrow, yeah? Junior: 'Til then madame Nancy: Looking forward to it Nancy: Stay inspired 💚 Junior: Stay golden 💛