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flourchildwrites · 3 years

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Six years after their escape to the human world, the Grace Field children live together in a happy, harmonious home. Twenty-one-year-olds, Ray, Norman and Emma, have folded themselves into modern society and work tirelessly to provide for their younger siblings, putting the greater good of their family before their personal needs. But as children turn to into teenagers, new house rules come into play. Norman, convinced that Emma will never remember their unique childhood bond, makes a bold proposition — to prohibit romantic relationships between the Grace Field children and end his hopes for something more with Emma once and for all.

Ray knows all too well how dangerous it is to reignite a spark, but for the happiness of Emma and Norman, he's always been willing to burn.

Fandom: Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga)

Relationships/Pairings: Emma/Norman (Endgame), Emma/Ray (Fake Dating), Norman & Ray, Emma & Ray

Genre: Post-Canon (Spoilers for Anime-Only Fans), Fake/Pretend Relationship

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 12,930 words (incomplete 3/5)

A/N: Oh, hi! So it's been a while, but I have neither dropped off the face of the Earth nor given up on this fic. Sometimes, I just have to wait until I'm in the right state of mind to write a chapter. Until next time....

Chapter 3

The cuckoo clock on the wall of Norman’s study is an ornate piece of artistry. It does its job fashionably and without complaint, keeping time with as much precision as its pendulum can muster. Norman likes to lose himself to the details of the carved wood. The dancing animals and crisp steeples that surround the clock face never fail to interest him when his thoughts turn sluggish at the end of the day.

Norman would happily wile away his evening hours waiting for the clock’s melodic chime to sound at the top of the hour, but this is not the gift’s purpose. Instead, it is meant as a constant reminder that time itself is a precious commodity. Mike Ratri gave him the clock upon his admission to law school. And though Norman’s enthusiasm for the present has dissipated, he cannot disagree with the principle behind the clock’s coded message.

Time can be a beautiful, but unforgiving mistress; yesterday’s opportunities are lost in the past, gone forever.

Perhaps, Norman muses, for his next graduation, he will receive a high-end watch from the Ratri clan. Then he, along with his time, will be literally and figuratively shackled to the course the family’s scion has mapped out for him. Norman knows he is regarded as the best of the bunch, the poster child amongst the extraordinary children born and raised in the demon world. Ever rational, he cannot disagree with that conclusion.

Still, he rakes a finger under the collar cinched around his neck to loosen his tie and fusses with the first few buttons of his pressed shirt. The emblem of Lambda 7214 peeks out from underneath the scoop neck of his undershirt, and not for the first time, Norman traces the tattoo’s hard lines where they are exposed. Compared to this marking, the numbers on his neck are practically forgettable.

Norman isn’t like the other Grace Field children, not since Peter Ratri’s malicious experiments. Neither can he lump himself in with the other Lambda survivors. Though Barbara never shies away from advocating for the latter.

“Are you even listening?” Barbara’s voice is shrill as it comes from the cellphone wedged between Norman’s shoulder and ear.

In the background, he can hear boxing gloves rhythmically pound against a punching bag. Norman doesn’t like lying to Barbara; he knows what the woman is capable of when she’s feeling feisty. But after hearing the juicy gossip from the younger children in his house, concerning a date between two certain someones, Norman’s mind refuses to focus on administrative matters. Still, he tries to soldier on as if nothing is amiss.

“Of course,” Norman fibs. “You’re concerned about the benefit, just like you are every year. And every year, it turns out fine. We get our funding; the Ratri family keeps their moral high ground.”

The sound of hard punch startles Norman, and Barbara pauses, slightly winded, before responding. “But the problem is that they want Zazie to attend this year. Zazie!”

The thought causes Norman to pause. He is wont to recall Zazie as he once was — a child stuck in an overgrown body with a paper bag hiding his face and twin swords strapped to his back. But Zazie, like his brothers and sisters, has grown into his shaggy hair, and in his case, his mental strides are much more impressive.

“What does Zazie think about attending the benefit?”

Barbara scoffs. “He’s fine with going for a little while as long as he isn’t on his own, but why should he waste his precious words on that family ? They don’t fund his therapy out of charity; they pay for it because his hardships, all our hardships, are their fault.”

Normally, Norman would play devil’s advocate. He would remind Barbara that Mike isn’t like Peter and point out that most of the advances made on behalf of the cattle, Lambda and farm children are funded by the donations of the benefit’s attendees. But tonight, Norman has no such fight in him. He has four cases to read and brief, an argument to draft for his legal writing class and a Ray-and-Emma-shaped problem that seems to become more bizarre by the minute.

“I’ll talk to Mike and see if we can defer Zazie’s involvement,” Norman capitulates, rubbing at his neck as his to-do list grows longer. “He may look like an adult, but he’s still a teenager. It can be easy to forget.”

There’s a pregnant pause on the other side of Norman’s cell phone connection.

“Are you feeling alright, boss?”

A part of Norman wants to laugh, a great big belly laugh that would draw the kind of attention the household head does his best to avoid. Of course, he isn’t alright. It was a relief when he first made the decision to impose a fraternization ban, but then, Ray went and asked Emma out just to spite him.

Clever, impulsive asshole.

How could Norman go through with it after that? Either he would have seemed like a heartless roadblock or a jealous cockblock to his siblings. And neither alternative comes close to the truth, an inconvenient conundrum that’s been eating away at him for years.

Norman exhales, long and slow, and because he can ordinarily be (somewhat) honest with Barbara, he doesn’t lie to her this time. He won’t divulge the whole, messy truth. For that, he wouldn’t even know how to begin. Heavy the head that wears the crown, or in this case, Norman thinks it’s more along the lines of a cape.

“No,” he responds, “I’m not alright. But I’m sure I’ll be fine after exams. I just need some time to rest and get my head on straight. No need to be concerned.”

There’s a flurry of movement coming from Barbara’s side of the connection, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds unflinchingly clear. Norman braces himself when he realizes she’s paused her evening workout and taken herself off speakerphone.

“Far be it for me to suggest that you shouldn’t be living with the Grace Field kids, but you’re also one of us — a Lambda experiment. We have different needs, and Lambda House could provide you with much more support or at least a break from being in charge. Come live with us and let someone else run things over there. We all miss you, boss. Maybe someone could help you for a change.”

A lump sticks in Norman’s throat, and he swallows it, ready to make excuses that never arrive. Words fail him for the umpteenth time in a handful of days. Suddenly hot, he scratches the back of his neck and shrugs off his collared shirt entirely. The top of his Lambda 7214 tattoo remains on full display. Sometimes, he hides it so well that he begins to believe his own lies, but there are moments when the truth corrodes his carefully constructed facade.

Norman may be the brightest child from the demon world, but he’s also damaged goods, marked in ways that Ray (for example) is not.

He could live at Lambda House. Correction, he should live at Lambda House to better avail himself of the on-call therapists for his night terrors and have his medication managed with more regularity. But then, there would be no reason for Norman to oversee the Grace Field children’s home. He wouldn’t be able to drag himself down to breakfast each morning to find her, Emma, sipping her coffee and joking around with the younger children, or feel his heart flutter when wishes him well in the evenings.

Norman stays because she’s worth all the small inconveniences and then some. The time in between, the numbing hours spent studying, problem-solving and balancing the books, are a means to an end. Emma always tips the scale in Grace Field’s favor. Even with an anti-fraternization rule, Norman doesn’t expect his feelings to change.

Nevertheless….

“I’ll think about it,” Norman hears himself say, and he ends the call promptly with promises to be in touch soon simply to put the matter to rest.

Read the rest on AO3!

#tpn #noremma #the promised neverland #yakusoku no neverland #tpn emma #tpn norman #tpn ray #tpn phil #manga spoilers #flourchildwrites #when the mood strikes her

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ladyrussellsprouts · 4 years

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Prologue To A Rivalry II

The Apology

Our heroine tries to apologize but our hero makes it so much harder than it needs to be.

Rey began the morning making enough coffee for the entire bunkhouse. It was a special recipe, one she had been experimenting with. Something that she imagined would smell and taste like home. Smells that a young child could wake to and immediately know that it was morning and their parents were preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The roasted coffee beans, caramel and vanilla infused whipped cream conveyed a sense of home and safety. The irony of it all was that Rey had never had a home. As a child, she’d been passed around from house to house in the foster system. As an adult, she’d moved from apartment to apartment chasing after jobs that would pay a livable wage.

The sun was barely cresting the horizon when Rey dried the last of the dishes and set them in the correct cabinets. The movements were calm, steady and at complete odds to the whirling of her thoughts.

In the kitchen, Rey had made her home weaving magic with mundane, everyday ingredients. It was here she was able to make something delicious and call it her own. It was also where she hid when she was sad, angry or unsure of herself. In the arms of steel and machinery, she sought comfort.

This particular morning, she found no peace in the process of food making and feeding people. She was anxious, and confused. The night had passed quickly without a hint of sleep as her mind had whirled round and round with the same question. What should she do?

Rey had decided firmly on two things as her mind had turned like the tides beating against jagged rocks. First, she would apologize to the new tenant. Second, she would make him her infamous coffee recipe in hopes of making peace. It was a simple enough plan but worry nagged in her mind.

Why had he folded her towel and left it at her door? What was he trying to communicate? What if he held a grudge against her now and made her life miserable? She shivered, physically shaking away memories of Plutt and her old apartment. Rey desperately needed a place to live.

It had been a godsend when Rose and Finn had recommended her to Phasma as a tenant. All the tenants living on both properties were employees in some capacity. Randy was interning under Hux in administration, DJ worked in the IT department and Matt was a contracted radar technician. Rey had been the odd one out and she had tried to be the best tenant and the best housemate. A small and irrational part of her worried that Phasma would turn her out of the house if she heard about what happened last night. The terrifying landowner had turned people out for lesser infringements on another tenant’s privacy.

Rey was sipping coffee quietly leaning against the counter when heavy footsteps came down the stairs. She held her breath as she wondered who was awake and hoped it was Randy so she could confide in him.

Her heart pounded as Kyle Ron appeared in the arch of the kitchen entrance. They shared an uncomfortable glance.

Rey shifted her eyes away first feeling overwhelmed by his large presence even though he was standing at the edge of the room. He shifted awkwardly from one leg to the other as she handed him the cup of coffee with extra whip cream.

“I made everyone coffee this morning.” She began awkwardly.

He accepted her peace offering without expression, eyes looking anywhere but her.

The silence lingered for a beat too long as she waited for him to say something. When nothing was forthcoming, she decided to take the bull by the horns and get this over with.

“Kyle Ron,” she began and paused as his eyes snapped to her. “I’m sorry for walking in on you. I--”

Glancing at the cup in his hands, he scoffed.

It was a small sound but it communicated his feelings more effectively than any words could. The apology on the tip of her tongue withered away as her eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion. Her hackles rose as she took in his pompous expression.

His eyes narrowed. “Do you know who you are apologizing to?”

“Yes. You,” she replied dumbly, fingers twitching around the rim of her cup.

Rey had never seen someone roll their eyes so forcefully. “I don’t know who Kyle Ron is. My name is Kylo Ren.”

Her eyes widened and she felt her face heat up with embarrassment. The world was suddenly turning on its head and slowing down at the same time in a way that physics could not explain.

“I don’t want an apology. I would prefer if you knocked on the bathroom door like a normal person instead of barging in like you own the place.”

You do not deserve an apology, Rey thought to herself as he continued.

With a few strokes of eloquently placed words, he had humiliated her so thoroughly. Rey no longer felt bad about calling him the wrong name ever since he moved in or for walking in on him in the shower. In fact, she was partially thankful that whatever forces of the universe had allowed him to cockblock his own apology. This man was the biggest douchebag she had ever met and she wouldn’t waste another moment thinking about how she had done something wrong to him. This is what she got for trying to be kind.

Anger curled in the pit of her stomach like a viper ready to strike. She set her cup on the counter a bit too roughly, waiting for him to pause in his monologue on the importance of bathroom etiquette in professionally shared spaces.

Brushing past him, she said over her shoulder, “Well, next time lock the door. No one here is interested in your exhibitionist streak.”

She left the kitchen, not waiting for him to work out a reply. The scorching heat of his glare followed her as she headed upstairs to the safety of her room. She heard him take a sip of the coffee before spitting it out and gagging. Rey was too upset to be offended that he didn’t like her infamous coffee. Instead, she took satisfaction in his disapproval and wished he had choked instead.

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Part 1

This story can also be found on AO3 and FanFiction.net

#reylo fanfiction #lady russell sprouts #ladyrussellsprouts

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dicecast · 4 years

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The Paradox of Draco Malfoy

Or: Why do People like Draco Malfoy

Who are the most important characters from Harry Potter? If you were a marketer and had to design a set of I don’t know, candy for each of the main characters, who do you include? You only have 9 slots. The Trio obviously are the main characters, and then Voldemort, Snape and Dumbledore. Neville, Hagrid, and then in the last slot you’d probably put Malfoy. And the question is…..why?

(character looks much cooler than he is)

See Draco Malfoy is an iconic character of franchise, easily one of the most memorable and beloved characters, certainly he has received the most fanfiction, but looking at the books…Malfoy isn’t that important. He only majorly effects the plot in the first and 6th book, and even then he is never the central forces of either story, his role in the story is usually just him showing up, being kinda of a dick, and then something bad happening to him. Barry Crouch jr and Sr, are in every way more important characters to the plot and themes of the story, and yet they aren’t really registered as major characters.

(this character matters a lot more)

And it isn’t just that he is iconic, I mean Boba Fett is iconic and he barely does anything, but Malfoy is loved. I mean there is a Tv Trope “Draco in Leather Pants” for a reason, in fact in many ways he is more beloved and admired than Ron, who is an actual character who does stuff. And I can’t empathies this enough, the sheer amount of Malfoy fanfiction out there is overwhelming, I know fanfiction will elevate any character given enough time, but there is a reason why I know about this, despite never reading HP fanfiction. I mean the Very Potter Musical makes Malfoy the secondary protagonist on equal billing to Harry Himself, and honestly gets more of an arch. Which is particularly puzzling because again

Malfoy isn’t that important of a character.

Almost every Malfoy scene actually in the books follows certain beats, and you can break them down. Malfoy approaches Harry, Harry’s friends, or some helpless weak kid who Harry feels obligated to protect, Malfoy is a colossal asshole, and he either leaves smugly or is humiliated. Or Malfoy actively tries to do something dickish like dress up like a dementor, or ambush Harry &co on the train, which inevitably back fires and he ends up humiliated. Even random lines that mention him basically boil down to “Malfoy did something dickish”. Occasionally you will have a scene where some element of the world is explored by something bad happeing to Malfoy, like Harry using the invisibility cloak to fuck with him, or Malfoy being forced to go into the woods, or Malfoy getting turned into a ferret. Until book 6, he is basically just a bit character, who shows up, does something dickish, and then usually gets the shit beaten out of him.

In short

Malfoy in Fandom

Malfoy in the Books

Now there are many reasons why we like Malfoy, some to do with his design (especially in the movies), the fact that Slytherin has the best color scheme (snakes are cool yo), our societies complicated feelings toward aristocracy, and the overall popularity of villians over heroes, the latter point could be its own video. But I’m going to narrow in on three main points, which as an academic, I’m required by law to spell out to you before I explain them

Reader Rebellion and Slytherin’s appeal

Malfoy’s status as “the Bully” vs. his actual character

SHIPPING

(trying too hard)

See, part of the reason why people like Malfoy is because what I call “Reader Subversion”, basically when the audience rejects what the text is telling them to do. The most obvious example is watching bad movies for fun, these movies want to be seen as serious or dramatic, and instead we are just laughing at how bad they are (The Dungeons and Dragons movie is one I recommend). So when the narrative is telling us “Hate this character, look how unlikable we made him” its very tempting to just be like “Screw you, I’ll sympathize with the character”. Another example of this in HP is the embrace of Slytherin, which at least memetically is tied with Ravenclaw for most popular house. Its associated with sexiness, coolness, ambition, and cunning but frankly…those traits aren’t really on display in the books.

(Slytherin in the Fandom)

The vast majority of Slytherins we meet are…kinda stupid, just selfish cruel vindictive spoiled assholes who only care about protecting their status. Its less sexy vampires, and more Trump administration entitlement.

(Slytherin in the books)

But because the books are telling us so much how bad this house is, how much they suck, how much they are the “bad guy house” it’s pretty tempting to reject the narrative and find reasons to like them. Topic for another video, but I notice this is popular when the narrative is very obvious about how much we should hate an antagonist ,and when the antagonists are more annoying than actually threatening.

This instinct is especially important because that is one of the major themes of the book in the character of Snape. Everything about the character is designed to make us dislike him, he is cruel, selfish, petty, vindictive, and is actively abusing his position of power to psychologically torment children. He is given all the “bad guy” physical characteristics, he dresses in black, and pretty much does something dickish in every scene he is in. And critically…he is the good guy. The point the book is making is that even if somebody is a massive asshole, that doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t possess positive qualities. This is arguably the main theme of the series, that people have more to them than we first imagine, we see this with Neville, the Crouches, Dumbledore, McGonagall, the Marauders, REB, Fudge, and Dudley all relate to this them.

The inverse of Snape is James Potter, who is revealed to have been an arrogant bully (and incidentally my second favorite characters in the series). Now this is a topic for another video, but I think that the greatest failing of the HP series is not really following through with this theme, for every character who learn more about, there are others who stay the same, Lilly Potter and Voldemort being the worse examples. But this finally gets to the problem of Malfoy

See from the start Malfoy is coded as somebody who isn’t just a bad person, but also a simplistic one, he has a very clear role as a character, of “The Bully.” Basically, the Bully exists to be a minor antagonist to the hero, and possibly embody the writer’s childhood issues. This character is like the terminator of petty spite, he will go out of his way to make the protagonists miserable in the most needlessly cruel way possible. They will relentless pursue fucking with the protagonists at the expense of even their own basic self-interest. This is one of the most overdone, tired, and uncreative roles in fiction, I’ve always hated bully characters and I feel they make the problem of childhood bullying a lot worse because it doesn’t recognize where the instinct to bully comes from, and how complicated it is. What the stranger in a ski mask is to understanding rape, so this character is to understanding bullying. Bully characters exist to be generic antagonists, so they are almost anniversary awful. The only examples I can think of who are good are Cordelia from Buffy…and Draco Malfoy.

Cause when you break it down, Malfoy has motivations, relationships, goals, ideals, insecurities enough to make a full character, or at least a resemblance of one. He truly loves his family, he has some massive set of issues and he loves his family. Its honestly kinda compelling how he like “yeah I’m going to be evil when I grow up” but that same wimpness that makes him less threatening to Harry is also his greatest virtue, he simply isn’t strong enough to be truly evil and that is kind of a good thing. Honestly its sort of the anti-Neville, while Neville is a giant coward except when the chips are down and that is his greatest virtue, Malfoy acts tough until shit gets real and that is also his greatest virtue. Cowardice makes him a better person, in contrast to Crouch or Riddle who are extremely brave and cruel.

Also when compared to his father, you realize Draco is basically desperately trying to be something he isn’t, a cross between a Lannister and a Bond villain and he just can’t quite manage it. And his frustration with Harry comes in large part because Harry kinda has everything Malfoy desperately wants all without “earning it”. Draco is obviously somebody who is pressured a great deal by his family to succeed and has a lot to live up to, and deep down doesn’t’ really think he is up to the task. And as we see in book 6, he isn’t. Harry meanwhile basically has what Malfoy wants the most without even trying, which makes Malfoy risk thinking about his own inability to live up to his father’s standards which leads him to lash out. It isn’t a super complicated character but there is potential, which is never really explored in the books because Rowling doesn’t like him.

There is potential for a fully character there, and it honestly reminds me of Snape, we are given a character whose every action is coded bad but if we pay attention we realize there is more personality there than our initial impressions give credit for. But unlike Snape, we don’t actually get rewarded for looking closer to Malfoy, if you pay close attention you realize there is more to him but the narrative basically doesn’t care about him. The reader isn’t rewarded for taking the book’s advice and examining the character beyond the trappings of his presentation, which is one of the most frustrating experiences you can get as a reader, feeling all the work you put in was for nothing. And that frustration is, along with radiation poisoning, the greatest impetus for the creation of fanfiction, which is basically the result of stories cockblocking the audience.

(did this happen in the movies I don’t even remember)

This goes to the shipping thing. Full up, I don’t ship Harry/Malfoy, in large part bceause of how much of Harry’s character is determined by his internal narration, and that to me disproves any indication that Harry likes Malfoy. He spends so little mental energy on Malfoy, when ever he encounters him he is like “oh yeah that guy is a shit..I bet he likes Thatcher” but when Malfoy isn’t on screen Harry doesn’t really care, he has more important things to worry about like being British and having a shockingly high pain tolerance. The only time when Malfoy seems to occupy Harry’s thoughts its the 6th books, and only when there is a plot reason, and in the 7th he doesn’t care again. Compare this to how he thinks about Cho Chang, where he spends mental energy on her even when she isn’t on screen. Harry just doesn’t care.

BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Malfoy does. Malfoy over the course of the book goes dramatically out of his way to fuck with Harry Potter, he dramatically inconveniences himself in order to fuck with Harry. in the first book he sneaks out at night to try to fuck with Harry Potter for its own sake and gets caught for it. He dresses up in dementor robes to mess with him, he waits in hallways to make fun of him, he designs a bunch of badges to mock him, like Malfoy seemingly goes out of his way to fuck with Harry above and beyond the norm. So...why

(I”M AN ADULT)

Well the actual reason is that Malfoy is the Bully character and that is what Bullies do, which is why bullies in fiction are often so boring and don’t resemble real life bullies, who are much closer to Snape or James Potter. But this doesn’t work with Malfoy because the character is just well written enough that you have to ask “wait why is this guy acting so obsessed”

(WTF is he doing in this shot?)

And that is where some of the shipping comes from. Its not necessarily true, since you could just read it as Malfoy being super insecure and envious, but you could easily also read it as just “Malfoy has a crush on harry and is a shithead” Repressed homosexual lust is as good explanation as many for his weird fixation on Harry. It certainly makes more sense than “he is just evil” which

seems to be the canon.

TLDR, Malfoy is interesting because the writer seems to actively dislike him and dismiss him like the Tory punk that he is, but the fandom loves him so much that they have turned him into a whole new character the reason why is that he is just well written enough to be intriguing but has no follow through.

Also who names their kid Scoripus Hyperion Malfoy jesus christ this guy is the Jacob Rees Mogg of the HP series.

#Draco Malfoy #Malfoy #Harry Potter #slytherin #Lucius Malfoy #Very Potter Musical

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finstocksfuckeduplongweekend · 4 years

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Finstock’s Fucked Up Long Weekend 2019 Masterpost

And that’s a WRAP folks!

I want to thank everyone for participating, whether you wrote, made a graphic, reblogged, liked or just ENJOYED the three days of madness-- THANK YOU. This weekend was so much fun and I was nervous and excited to see how it went and it was so much better than my expectations. If you are worried about missing the weekend but are still inspired, KEEP THE INSPIRATION TRAIN GOING! Add to the Ao3 collection, send me a DM and I’ll add it to this Master Post! <3

If I’ve missed anything PLEASE TELL ME! I will happily add it. I was making this late at night so I was nodding out a few times.

FRIDAY

A Side: Noise Complaint

Band-Aids & Breakfast by @mia6363

Summary: A floorboard creaked behind her.

She turned, expecting to see her father’s familiar form fill the narrow hallway, rubbing his eyes and a hoarse “Alley-Cat?” on his lips.

Instead, she saw a lumbering stranger.

Noise Complaints by mitsususu

Summary: If anyone fired Kira Yukimura, the administration would riot.

B Side: Date Night

Cockblocking by @anchorsandadderall

Summary: No one in Beacon Hills ever ends up winning in the dating department. Coach Finstock is not the exception to this rule.

Date Night by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon

Summary: N/A

SATURDAY

A Side: After Midnight

The Witching Hour by @anchorsandadderall

Summary: There are not a plethora of druids in Beacon Hills, and the Hale pack is no longer considered particularly illustrious. This means that their Emissary situation needs a little… creativity.

I’ve Got You (Under My Skin) by @mia6363

Summary: “Thanks for waiting with me. Even if you’re a stone-cold killer,” her smile never dipped, never wavered as Finstock’s eyebrows raised, “it beats being alone in the dark.”

“Hey,” he grinned, “you could be a killer too.”She grinned and hit his chest, a light tap.

“Thank you. I hate that automatic, women aren’t likely to be violent murderers.” She rolled her eyes and Finstock’s heart thudded with the motion. “Anyone can do anything.”

B Side: Creature Feature

Creature Feature by mitsususu

Summary: Local Coach Stops Bus Attack, Saves Students

Papa Cupcake by @rebakitt3n

Summary: Stiles and Peter run into Stiles' old coach and finds out the man has hidden secrets. And knows things.

Bippity Bobbity Bullshit by @mia6363

Art type: Graphic

Dead and Dazzling by @mia6363

Summary: Isaac slid the Ouiji board onto the glass, his lip bitten between his teeth.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh, definitely not.” Stiles laughed, loud and bubbly the way he would when he’d had a few beers. “But it’s tradition. Boyd would have remained an undeclared major if the spirit of Napoleon hadn’t pushed him toward,” Stiles snapped his fingers, “aw shit, what did Napoleon tell you to do, Boyd?”

“Civil Engineering.” Boyd leveled Stiles with an unimpressed look. “I know you were moving it, Stiles.”

“Semantics!”

SUNDAY

A Side: Team Building Exercise

Team Building Exercises by @mia6363

Art Type: Graphic

B Side: Rest and Relaxation

Retirement by @anchorsandadderall

Summary: Hunters aren't supposed to retire. But then, by Bobby's reading of the code, hunters are starting to do a lot of things they're not supposed to. And it just so happens that a hunter's skill set and a restaurant manager's skill set have an awful lot of similarities. At least, they do when the restaurant is the truck stop on the edge of Beacon Hills, where the law of necessity makes customer service standards a lot more flexible.

Self-Rec Finstock Fics by @mia6363

Art Type: Rec Post

#Bobby Finstock #Coach Finstock #ffulw2019 #ffulw19

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cbk1000 · 5 years

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Tbh, I hate both of the parties and think we’ve totally fucked ourselves by going to a two party system, but I want the Democrats to win because I need someone to start cockblocking the shit out of the Trump administration, and also I get e-mails from this conservative organisation that’s crawled so far up our tangerine Fuehrer’s ass they are now the same person, and I WANT TO WATCH THEM BURN*.

*I honestly have no idea how I got on their mailing list; this has been the grand mystery of my life for some time now. The only thing I can think of is that at some point in the past they put out a single petition that was actually a good idea, and I signed it. Or possibly my dad sent me a link to something (probably the more likely possibility). And. Now. These. Fuckers. Show. Up. Every. Day in my inbox creaming themselves over ‘Trump’s America’. They were also flipping their shit back before gay marriage was legalised, but had become a looming possibility (something something the downfall of all morality everywhere). It’s a shitshow. Now, you might be asking yourselves why I don’t unfollow them, but that would be a stupid question if you’ve followed this blog for any length of time. It’s a complete trainwreck, and I can’t look away. Also, I wouldn’t have seen the ART PRINTS IN COMPLETE EARNEST OF TRUMP AND MEMBERS OF HIS ADMINISTRATION IN A BOAT CROSSING THE SWAMP WHILE DRESSED IN HILLBILLY GEAR. I thought it was a SPOOF of Washington crossing the Delaware; turns out it’s a legit celebration of Trump and his noble endeavours to clean up corruption.

(You knew I had to post it.)

#i'm actually physically embarrassed for these people #i really wish i had the willpower to unsubscribe #please help #but also not till tomorrow if the democrats have flipped the house #i want to see them lose their shit #'

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andveryginger · 6 years

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SWTOR Fic: Time and Tides (Pt. 1)

Summary: An unexpected arrival provides for a potentially awkward reunion. (Emrys Legacy - Theron Shan/Female JK -- Annya x Theron)

Notes: A very definite “what if” that I’ve been playing with for almost a year now. The muses were finally willing to cooperate. At least for the beginning. I don’t know yet if this is canon for “Between the Lines.” I’ll get back to you on that. If it were, it would fall somewhere between Chapter 7 (”Holding Pattern”) and Chapter 8 (”Clue-By-Four”).

More to come.

Posted without beta and with minimal revision.

Sighing, Lana Beniko lowered herself into her desk chair, blowing away the steam billowing from her cup of caf. She was just reaching for her first datapad when she sensed a familiar presence lurking in her doorframe. “Good morning, Kaliyo,” she said. She didn’t bother to look up as she booted up the datapad.

“You Force sensitives are all so creepy when you do that,” the arsonist groused. She folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the bulkhead.

The Sith cast a glance upward, arching a fine blonde brow. “I could say something similar about your propensity to lurk in the shadows, but I’ll refrain,” she retorted. She tapped a few more commands into the device, unlocking a file for her perusal.

“Hey, I can’t help that you guys are more entertaining than a holonovel.” A suggestive smirk curled across her lips. “The only thing really missing are the gratuitous sex scenes. The constant fade to black does nothing for me.”

Lana heaved sigh and fully looked up for the first time. “Was there something in particular you needed? Or are you just here to discuss your voyeuristic tendencies?”

“A bit of both,” Kaliyo answered with a chuckle. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “There’s a new arrival out there.”

“And?”

“And it might give our favorite super-spy the biggest cockblock in history.” Her grin widened as Lana regarded her with confusion, turning to offer her a sidelong glare. “Doctor Archiban Kimble is standing out on the shuttle pad.”

Shock swept over her, and she felt her grip on the datapad falter. Reaching instinctively into the Force, she bolstered herself, recovery almost instant. “Kriffing Hells.” The frown returned. “Has anyone told the Commander?”

“I said I’d take care of it.” An odd mix of amusement and sincerity lit the Rattataki eyes. “But I know Spy-Boy just got back from a two-week recruiting mission and the lovebirds haven’t exactly been spotted yet this morning. I figure having the ex rapping on the door might be bit of a rude wake up call.”

“That’s… unusually altruistic of you, Kaliyo.”

“What can I say? I ‘ship it.” Kaliyo shrugged, smirking. “And Kimble’s not a bad guy. He doesn’t deserve to walk in on that... It’s not his kink.”

“There’s no guarantee they --” The arsonist arched her own brow, and Lana sighed. She allowed her eyes to drift left as her focus shifted, seeking out the Force signatures of her two friends. As a Jedi knight, Annya Emrys had learned an unobtrusive manner of cloaking, one that projected a signature, but did not allow access to surface thoughts or emotions. While not effective for interrogation, it was exceedingly useful for infiltration -- and protection of privacy. So it was with a degree of difficulty that Lana found her signature, shielded though it was.

Theron Shan was an entirely different case. As a boy, he had learned many Force manipulation techniques -- in theory. His poor connection to the galactic energy, however, left little practical experience. Thus, like most good operatives, Theron had instead learned to block the possible mental intrusions of Force users by constructing what was, in simple terms, a wall around his signature. As a result, he appeared much like a singularity in the Force. It was this technique that frequently served as his default, usually when he was too distracted to harness his emergent Force abilities. It also meant he stood out like the proverbial sore thumb... exactly as he did at that moment.

Drawing back to herself, Lana closed her eyes and shook her head. “Right,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. She pointedly ignored the knowing smirk that spread across Kaliyo’s features. “I’ll meet him; get a read on what he wants. I’m sure the Commander will want to see him… at some point.”

“When she comes up for air.” Kaliyo paused. “You don’t think he knows about the Commander and Spy-Boy?”

The Sith frowned at her as she tapped a command on the datapad. It would, in the next few moments, dispatch a time-delayed message to Theron’s implant, strongly suggesting he contacted her at the earliest convenience. “You’re more than welcome to return to your duties,” she said.

“I’ll take that as ‘no.’”

Lana strode past her, heading into the corridor and toward the lift. To her frustration, Kaliyo merely fell into step beside her. An expectant silence fell between them. “No,” she replied at length. “I don’t think he knows. They were fairly discreet during the Revan matter but, from my understanding, there wouldn’t have been much to tell. The Commander was very much a Tythonian Jedi. At the time.”

Kaliyo gave a chuckle as they stepped into the lift. “They’ve tried to be discreet since before I got here,” she commented. “Fails pretty miserably when he doesn’t even live in his own quarters.”

“How did you --?” Lana stopped herself short as the lift doors opened, then strode out. Her scowl deepened when the firebug continued to follow her. “Let me guess: Jorgan.”

“Funny thing about training -- sometimes you get to know the person you’re working with.” She rounded the corner, keeping up easily with the woman beside her. “Turns out he likes not having to share, and I’m sure Theron prefers not having to clean furballs out of his shower drain… among the other perqs.”

The Sith drew a deep breath. She would have to speak with Jorgan… and, it seemed, with Theron. But first, there was another issue to resolve -- with or without Kaliyo in tow. Her feet covered the remaining distance to the landing pad quickly. She found the doctor standing just to the side of the transport, silhouette mostly unchanged since they last met.

“Doctor Kimble,” she said, extending her hand. “Lana Beniko. I’m not sure if you remember me --”

“Creepy Sith Intelligence lady,” Doc interrupted. He clasped her hand with his own, notably still wearing a set of well-fitted leather gloves. “Kaliyo said you were helping run things around here.”

“Yes -- acting as Director of Administration,” Lana explained. She pursed her lips, briefly casting a glance to Kaliyo. “I’m afraid Annya is in a debrief and won’t be available for some time. If you’d like to wait…”

His brow furrowed and he swallowed, averting his eyes for a moment before looking back to her. “If she doesn’t wanna see me --”

Lana sensed the flicker of pain -- worry, heartache, embarrassment -- he didn’t quite manage to smother. But then, she thought, he was never trained to. “Her crew was one the first things she asked about when we arrived,” she said. “I rather suspect she will want to see you. But she truly is otherwise engaged at the moment.”

Behind her, Kaliyo gave a cough. She turned a flickering glare at the Rattataki, then looked back to Kimble. “Perhaps you’d join me for a cup of caf? I was just settling in with my first cup when Kaliyo informed me you were here.”

If he noted the interplay between the Alliance personnel, Doc didn’t react. Instead, he pursed his lips and gave a single nod. “Think I could handle that.”

“If you’ll come with me then, Doctor, we’ll make our way to the mess hall…”

Turning, Lana drew a deep breath, exhaling discreetly as she led the way to the lift. Dammit, Theron, she thought, you’d better check your messages...

#ginger writes swtor fic #kotfe spoilers #swtor oc: annya emrys #kaliyo djannis #lana beniko #doc kimble #annya x theron #theron shan x female jk

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michaelpatrickhicks · 6 years

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Review: Cockblock by C.V. Hunt

My rating: 5 of 5 stars Heading out for a posh date night, Sonya and her girlfriend Callie find themselves harassed by groups of men as they walk from their apartment to a nearby Italian restaurant. The men quickly escalate from shitty pick-up lines and cat-calling to more sexually aggressive attacks. Sonya and Callie find that escaping into the restaurant has only brought them deeper into a realm of eye-opening depravity. Everywhere, men are transforming into violent sex-crazed zombies, all thanks to a message originating from a radio broadcast being delivered by the President of the United States. If the women of America have any hope of surviving, they have to terminate the message directly at its source. But will they be able to make it to DC and survive the sea of fully-erect men standing in their way? Cockblockby C.V. Hunt is a work of extreme horror, and an original, wildly interesting, and often-times painful, riff on the zombie apocalypse. Yes, it's violent and angry and sexually-charged and filled with depictions of rape, but never callously or needlessly so. This is a work of extreme horror borne straight from the depths of the Trump administration, and it's necessarily grizzly. What do you do when the supreme figurehead of your country is a repulsive, pussy-grabbing, racist, morally bankrupt, bigoted egomaniac whose daily existence is a dog-whistle for the absolute worst in American society? What happens when your friends and neighbors, even members of your own family, are suddenly rallied, energized, and transformed into savage, mindless, lunatic zombies by that man's messages of hate? You resist. You fight back. You try to fix your country anyway you can. Cockblock is a smart and swift slice of Resistance fiction, one that is by its very nature ugly and sickening but with a core filled with enough rabble-rousing girl-power to give readers hope. I have little doubt that men will ultimately destroy this world, and that women will be the ones responsible and smart enough to fix our ineptitude and misdeeds. Sonya and Callie are forced to contend with a world that has changed overnight, in the blink of an eye, and has rolled over to expose its vile, cancerous, dark underbelly. Giving up isn't in their nature, though, and despite all the overwhelming sexual violence levied against them they never surrender - they keep fighting, and I kept rooting for them, living vicariously through them as they kicked every pair of diseased, low-hanging balls that got in their way. Hunt filters Cockblock through a grindhouse aesthetic (appropriate, as the publisher of Cockblock is Grindhouse Press), drawing upon not only traditional zombie fare but various exploitative film genres as rape and revenge, women in prison, and sexploitation flicks. It's a bit of Caligula, a bit of I Spit On Your Grave, a bit of Roger Corman, and way too fucking much of Trump's America. Hunt's protagonists take their fight straight to the streets and all the way to the top with an angry, energetic fervor that makes Cockblock one of the most surprisingly patriotic splatterpunk reads I've come across, with one of the most satisfying finales I've read in some time. This book is a drop-kick straight to Trump's nutsack, and I fucking loved it. This book gets all the stars, and a few extra stripes of red, white, and blue to go with them. [Note: I received an advanced copy of this title from the publisher.] View all my reviews

#C.V. Hunt #Grindhouse Press #Cockblock #Fuck Trump #horror #book reviews #resist #Resistance Fiction

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