#Marge in Chains

[classic-simpsons]

04.21 | MARGE IN CHAINS

#the simpsons #thesimpsonsedit #animationedit #tvedit #animationsource #animationsdaily #cartoonedit #dailyanimation #chewieblog #userstream #90sedit #homer simpson #bart simpson #lisa simpson #marge in chains #04X21 #my edit

[springfieldusa]

#the simpsons #bart simpson #abe simpson #grampa simpson #marge simpson #lisa simpson #maggie simpson #season 4 #marge in chains

[megahorous]

Marge being held prisoner in the Holy Land !

#The Simpsons #Marge Simpson #My Sister My Sitter #Heaven #handcuffs #Marge in Chains

[atopvisenyashill]

@visenyaism deeply relatable she’s always had some kristen chenoweth vibes to me when i picture her

#i had a joke here about how i genuinely picture euron having one of marge simpson’s sister’s voice. like chain smoking dead inside heartland #type accent. i’ve smoked to much to make it land tho aksjjdjd #replies

[kvtie444]

➶ ˚ · SINK DEEP

A/N: kinda hate kinda love

Summary: reader and chris are friends, thinks get steamy in the hot tub 😏

Warnings: nsfw?? kissing, swearing, drinking, suggestive lmao

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The night air wrapped around us like a warm embrace as Nick and I continued our gossip session in the hot tub, sipping on margaritas - Nick's was currently on a tangent about Chris. "He literally has no boundaries," Nick exclaimed, raising his eyebrows for emphasis. I chuckled at his tangent, well aware of Chris's quirks. Whilst we were friends, there was always an unspoken tension between us. 

Sipping my drink, the alcohol burning my throat, I glanced at Nick, who wasn't exactly the best bartender. The sound of water jets hummed softly in the background, steam and bubbles rising, creating a dreamlike atmosphere under the night sky.

Suddenly, I hear a splash, I look over to nick, who’s getting out of the hot tub. I shoot him a confused look. “It’s too hot and I’m pruning up like crazy” he says as he exited the hot tub, wrapping a towel around himself. "You staying in here?" he asked. I nodded, promising to join him later as I adjusted my bikini straps.

Alone in the warm water, I closed my eyes, relishing the peaceful ambiance. The back door slid open, and I assumed it was Nick returning. "Come back for another marg?," I called out casually.

"No, because I'm not a pussy."

My eyes shot open, and I turned my head to find Chris standing there, smirking in black trunks, a towel around his neck, and his signature silver chain. I sighed, "Was just having a relaxing moment," but Chris paid no mind.

He teased, "Don't act like you're not happy to see me," before grabbing the bottle of tequila from the makeshift bar. He joined me in the hot tub, sitting opposite, holding eye contact with me the whole time.

I couldn't help but chew on my cheek nervously before bringing the rim of my margarita glass to my lips, stealing a glance at Chris who, without missing a beat, was downing tequila straight from the bottle. My eyes widened, and I couldn't hide the bewilderment etched across my face.

"I don't know how you can do that," I commented, scrunching my face at Chris, who simply nodded in response. With a subtle wave of his middle and index finger, he beckoned me over, “come”

Confused yet intrigued, I approached him, and before I could grasp the situation, he closed the distance between us. Our bodies now pressed against each other's sides, I looked up at him, still uncertain of what was about to transpire. His lips glistened as he licked them, a prelude to the unexpected lesson he was about to impart.

"Open your mouth, breathe in deep when you drink, and exhale deeply after," he instructed, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. Cupping his hand under my jaw, he tilted it upward, bringing the tequila bottle into view. Slowly comprehending the scenario, I parted my lips slightly, extending my tongue ever so slightly.

His gaze locked onto me as he poured not one, not two, but well over three shots down my throat. The burning sensation intensified with each gulp, causing me to scrunch my face and shut my eyes. Instinctively, I pushed his hand away with the bottle, signalling I had reached my limit.

I swallowed hard, the lingering burn threatening to make me gag. Reacting on reflex, I clutched onto Chris's bicep, my eyes still shut whilst coughing slightly, my head resting against his shoulder. He laughs at my reaction, rubbing up and down my back soothingly, his warm hand resting there.

I finally lifted my head, meeting Chris's gaze as he slyly glanced at my chest before smoothly redirecting his attention to my lips and then my eyes. His smirk added an electrifying tension to the air. "You took that well, ma," Fuck. That name always got me weak in the knees.

My eyes involuntarily flickered to his lips, and I licked my own as I locked eyes with him again. Chris briefly stuck his tongue in his cheek before biting his lip. His hand moved with deliberate intent, toying with the strap of my bikini, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body.

Leaning over me, his presence became magnetic, and I couldn't help but lean in closer. His hand cupped my jaw, the other still resting around my shoulders, as he pressed his lips against mine with a soft intensity. His chain dangled over me, a visual reminder of the height difference between us. I surrendered to the kiss, leaning further into it, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders.

As the kiss between Chris and me deepened, I seized the moment, gently pushing him down as I straddled him. Chris, ever-responsive, quickly shifted, his hands gripping my waist with a bruisingly tight, possessive desire.

I could feel him smirk against me as he moved down to kiss across my jaw, trailing along my neck and chest. A soft sigh escaped me, a blend of the heat radiating from both Chris's touch and the steam rising from the hot tub. His lips returned to mine, the kiss now more passionate - I surrendered to his lead in the kiss, his dominance in the exchange evident.

Tasting the remnants of tequila on his lips, his hands traced a tantalizing path down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His hands found their way to my as, gripping slightly as he guided our movements, initiating a slow and enticing grind. A small moan escaped Chris's lips, sending delightful vibrations through me. I sighed in response, feeling him grow beneath me, the undeniable chemistry between us creating an intoxicating blend of desire and pleasure in the steamy embrace of the hot tub.

He deftly pushed down the straps of my bikini, his kisses trailing down the newly exposed skin, a mix of sucking and nipping that left a trail of marks in their wake. "Chris, please," I whined, the pleasure and anticipation building up. He pulled away, creating an almost inaudible pop, admiring the marks he had left against my skin.

"Use your words, baby," he mumbled against my ear, planting a soft kiss just below it, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "I need you," I managed to say, tugging slightly at the hair on the back of his head.

"Want me to make you feel good, princess?" he cooed, pulling back to look into my eyes. Frantically, I nodded, almost lost in a trance of desire. Before I could register the next move, he slapped my ass, the sensation sending a jolt through me.

"Get up, we're going to my room,"

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[jacksprostate]

Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts

Probably named Marge

Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer

The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.

What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.

Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.

Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.

The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.

They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.

And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.

And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.

#fight club #female fight club au #like. it's about how the male castration being the worst thing that could happen to a man as per gendered ideals gets reflected here. #being very clear; the motherhood focus should seem as immensely disturbing and disproportionate. if not much more tbh. as how the guys are #because like. yeah the male focus on balls is immense but the pressure to consider your entire worth and personhood and status as a being a #your reproductive capacity is Insane for women. and i think that would be uhhh highly relevant in female fight club #both as the logical mirror to the castration/emasculation thing #and also because it's inextricable from any sort of feminism demanding a backbone #yadda yadda yadda #the end is also interesting #the death and the name thing just cant quite be the same #its still horrifying because the Project did kill her #but god. so many women die and no one fucking remembers them #just what they did as mothers or servants #so. her name is marge paulson. would be important. #this is very specific and dear 2 me. #its not about hating the kids or saying fuck them or anything either #its just. shes a person. womanhood is not some step below (man) personhood

[the-ghost-bird]

Hypervigilance and Paranoia; I wish I could blink.

Not Even This by Ocean Vuong | Skinny Dipping by Ocean Vuong | Madness: A Bipolar Life by Marya Hornbacher | Courtney Love Prays To Oregon by Clementine Von Radics | Francis Bacon's Last Interview by Francis Giacobetti | Angry Chair by Alice in Chains | Waiting by Marya Hornbacher | The Truth About Grief by Fortesa Latifi | Memorial Drive by Natasha Trethewey | If My Body Could Speak by Blythe Baird | Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear by E. E. Scott | via @yellowplumfruit | Questions for Ada by Ijeoma Umebinyuo | Intimacy by Marge Piercy | The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood | Letter to Violet Dickinson by Virginia Woolf | It’s Sunday Morning in Early November by Philip Schultz | Kait Rokowski

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[yakumtsaki]

-Oh Sunset, I'm so lucky to be in a loving relationship with such a kind, loyal and non-criminally insane person such as yourself!

You're so on the money, buddy, the only thing you missed was 'sexually repelled by cousins'.

-I CAN'T DO THIS, TYLER, YOU'RE SUFFOCATING ME -I'm sorry! Also my name is Ty! -I KNOW BUT IT'S A STUPID NAME AND I'M NOT CALLING YOU THAT

She's right, Ty, and to top it off your last name isn't Union, it's like you're not even trying!

Bruh.. This chain of interactions from the hugging to the insulting to the making out took place in about 1 minute, I can't believe Stacy and Julian of all couples produced Sunset. Why can't you be more like your parents?? They were my cutest, healthiest couple ever!!

-They only thing they cared about having sex 50 a times a day! Aunt June basically raised me!!

Omg I'm looking at the pics of the spare updates I never posted because I suck and YA SHE DID, that explains so much, June is truly the platonic ideal of the hot-batshit combo.

Speaking of batshit-

-And hot!

If you say so, Barth is putting the moves on Marla Biggs, whomst we last saw when June (there she is again) used her to dump Erik-

-Yes, and that one wolf whistle from June turned me gay for all eternity, so don't even bother!

-UGH. So I guess I have no choice..

-..but to sleep with another one of my second cousins! -Oh Barth, I can't believe this is finally happening!!! -I know, Cyan, it took way too long!

We've been here for a week.

-Don't worry, nothing will interrupt this magical moment-WHAT THE FUCK I'M BEING CHEATED ON GOTTA RUN SORRY CYAN CATCH YOU LATER

Ok apparently I was laughing too hard to take a decent pic, but yes, BARTHOLOMEW CAUGHT HIS COUSIN 'CHEATING' ON HIM AS HE WAS HOOKING UP WITH HIS OTHER COUSIN. I HATE MY GAME.

-AND I HATE YOU, SUNSET. YOU BROKE MY HEART -FUCK YOU, BARTHOLOMEW, I'M NOT GONNA BE PART OF YOUR SECOND COUSIN HAREM -I HOPE YOU DROWN IN THE POOL -This was so beautiful, Sunset, I think I'm falling in love with you💙 -GET OUT OF HERE, TYLER -It's Ty! -NO ONE CARES, ASSHOLE -DON'T TALK TO TYLER LIKE THAT -That's not my name! -IT IS NOW, SHUT UP

I gotta hand it to Ty, he's in it to win it, whatever it is one could possibly 'win' when it comes to Sunset.

-Oh Sunset, you're the queen of my heart! -Gross!🥰

-Aw baby, I love spending all our awake time woohooing and doing nothing interesting, huhu!🌞 -It really is the best, thanks to your horrific LTW we don't even have to try! It's so awful people are bound to vote for us just to watch the trainwreck!

Ya I wish I had a counter-argument but you two really have this thing figured out, even I wanna watch me have a mental breakdown trying to raise your 6 asshole kids.

-Our kids are not gonna be assholes!🌞

LOL YA OK MEADOW, whatever helps you sleep at night.

-Meadow and Felina are not the only ones with a perfect relationship! Britannicus and I are also deeply in love!! I'm writing a novel about it as we speak!!!

Jimmy no offense but I literally forgot you live here and I can barely remember who Britannicus is half the time.

-THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED

Oh Britannicus here you are, thank God, you're so indispensable to this legacy!

-All you main-houser bitches look down on me but I have a lot to offer!! I'm grandpa Gunther's heir!!!

Of course you are, now give us the pizza so the people who matter don't die.

-I'll show you! I'll show you all!! >:(

Yes yes, it's been lovely catching up-

-and now it's time to get serious and break Cyan and Barth up! Hit us with your best shot, Marg, we've been on a winning streak lately with those matches, please don't go back to Cyn's leftovers.

-Got you, say no more..

-Here's Kennedy Cox!

MARGARET

-Well it's very hard to find someone Cyneswith hasn't banged!

Ok ya that's very true but Cyan is understandably like 😬 so let's try this again, here's another dollar.

-Alright, you didn't want Cyneswith leftovers..

-How about Sandy the Zombie leftovers??

I hope I don't have to explain to you why that's SO MUCH WORSE

-And I hope I don't have to explain to you that you get what you pay for when you give a dollar for a date!

Fucking touche, Marg, get out of here.

And now for another sequence of events so absolutely ridic I'm just gonna describe it with no dialogue:

So I send Cyan inside to check the college directory thing and see what available bachelors we might booty call up, but there's no one that I like for her so I send her back out to ask Margaret for another dollar date-

-once outside, we find BRITANNICUS SERENADING BARTHOLOMEW, to which Cyan has no reaction as she's probably too shocked-

-poor dumbass loved up Jimmy has no clue and is inside getting high-

-Cyan asks Marg for another date as Barth is performing the Second Cousin Vagina Monologues-

-Margaret gives us Neon Vest Zomb AGAIN and I'm like wtf-

-at which point Britannicus, who just one moment ago was serenading Barth, WOLF WHISTLES AT CYAN-

-CAUSING BARTH TO FEEL CHEATED ON AND DUMP HER

-BETRAYED BY MY OWN BLOOD TWICE IN ONE DAY! OH, THE SHAME!

BARTH SHUT UP. BRITANNICUS WHAT. THE. HELL

-I told you! >:D

Ok you know what, at least with this I feel we have peaked and there is simply no way the situation in this house can get more insane and degenerate-

-Think again!

NO FUCKING WAY. NO. SPICE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU'RE DATING ELDERLY GOOD WITCH, I SPECIFICALLY FOUND YOU A GF TO KEEP YOU OUT OF THIS BS

-I know but there's something almost genetically inherited drawing me to Cyan! -Yes, It's almost like our parents were into each other but there was some invisible force separating them!

YA THAT WAS THE LAWS OF NATURE

-Oh please, it was the extended family mod and we no longer have to function under its oppression!

NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE IS REMOTELY FUNCTIONING. You know what, enjoy this while it lasts because I'm breaking every single one of you mofos up, istg I feel like I'm fighting the Hydra, I chop one semi-incestuous head off and two others pop up. WELL I'LL WIN LIKE HERACLES

I'd like to end this disgusting update with this image of the rose Ty left for Sunset next to the flaming shitbag Neon Vest Zombie left for Cyan. What is this world coming to that men no longer appreciate you cheating on them with 2 of your cousins during a date?? Chivalry is dead!

#unions #gen 4 #ts2 #long post

[persoc30]

Kinktober Day 1: Gag

“I hope my lovely servants are ready for our evening plans~” Announced Nightingale as she pushed open the door and wheeled her way into her bedroom. She paused for effect and tapped her chin as if in thought while she took stock of the room before her.

Shining stood in the back corner of the room, her Victorian style maid uniform as crisp and elegant as the bow she welcomed her mistress with. Meanwhile the object of tonight’s games held pride of place in the center of the room. Margaret was currently suspended by her wrists from a pair of chains, her disheveled hair obscuring her hanging head and her toes barely reaching the floor to support her. Everything apart from her head and tail was already covered in a bodysuit, and Liz took a moment as she always did to appreciate how that fluffy golden Nearl family mane looked against the stark and smooth white latex. She herself was wearing one of her new favorite costumes, a soft leotard under a complex harness connected to webs of leather straps designed to evoke the puffy sleeves and wide skirt of a ballgown.

“Although I suppose tonight I’ll only have one servant.” She gave her best spoiled noble giggle at her self-correction, her sharp fangs visible through the pleasant smile. She always loved this part of their play, settling into a new role or persona.

She slowly rolled her chair around her subject, carefully inspecting every curve and crease of Marge’s latex coated body. The knight for her part was keeping her gaze locked on the ground out of, fear? Shame? Or nothing more than a submissive servant knowing her place? Nevertheless Liz did see her upper ears perk up and a flick of her tail as she came to a stop behind her.

Nightingale snapped her fingers and Shining appeared by her side, the taller woman having to stoop slightly to offer her mistress her arm. With her maid’s aide Liz stood, before pressing her body against Nearl’s back and draping herself over her shoulders. She grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched the younger woman’s head up, taking advantage of a gasp of surprise to slip her other hand’s fingers into the girl’s mouth.

“I’ve got special plans for you tonight,” Liz whispered into a lower ear, her horns lightly poking her prisoners head while invasive fingers ran along her gums, “you get the special honor of sharing my bed.”

“Ahnk uu ishtess.” The honored maid tried to enunciate around the fingers clenching her tongue.

“Good girl.” Liz again snapped her fingers and this time Shining appeared with a penis gag in hand. The mistress took it and held it up in front of Nearl’s face, giving her a good look at what was going in her. White leather for the strap and panel, with gold colored metal on the buckle and links, just like all the toys reserved for use on the knight. Liz removed her fingers from her plaything’s mouth and grasped her chin to hold it in place, not caring about the drool she was smearing on her prisoner’s face.

“Of course, it wouldn’t do for a lady of my standing to share a bed with a mere servant,” She mocked, teasing circles around the Kuranta’s lips with the phallic tip. “But rest assured I have a solution~” She could feel a slight quiver at that.

“Tonight you’re not a servant!” She quickly punctuated her intent by thrusting the gag as hard into Nearl’s mouth as she could.

“You’re just a mere toy,” She pulled the gag out and thrust it in again, ignoring her plaything’s sputtering chokes and groans.

“A doll,” Thrust, groan and pull. Again and Again. To her credit as an obedient servant she kept from thrashing too much.

“A glorified pillow!” One last thrust, and the gag was pulled from the doll’s lips once more. Liz could feel the weight in her hand shift as Nearl tried to slump her head again.

“How does that sound, pretty thing?”

 “Plea-” The toy’s weak response was cut off with one final cruel thrust, the gag was quickly buckled, and Liz planted a gentle kiss on her doll’s cheek before lowering herself back into her wheelchair. She’d been looking forward to dressing up her new doll all day and she was eager to get started.

#BDSMKinktober #Arknights #fics #my fics #planning on doing the first 8 days as an extended thing #then one shots for the rest #first time doing one of these im excited #nsft

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 5)

Note: I’m still in the process of merging my plot to the original plot. It’s quite a challenge because I’m still trying to find a way to kind of alter the original plot without completely setting its direction astray. But I’m heading there. HOWEVER, though I have a good idea of how the story ends, it could either be a happy ending or a sad ending and I haven’t decided between them, yet. 

Background: Reader ran into Wednesday’s visit to Weathervane while receiving a deeply upsetting news that brought her to the verge of losing control. After the exhausting attempt to regain control, reader sought comfort from Tyler. The reader’s own history and trauma slowly unravelled as the story proceeds.  

Warning: light fluff (once again, I stopped right where it’s supposed to stop because I’m about as bad as a first time parent talking to their kid about the bird and the bee)

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 6  Part 7

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I took a short detour into the town of Jericho for my usual afternoon coffee. Indulging in Weathervane’s over-roasted coffee scent had become a part of my everyday routine. I would sit for an hour, waiting for the end of Tyler’s shift. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my new classmate’s haste entrance into the cafe. Wednesday took no time to quickly spewed out her order to Tyler. Right in the untimely malfunction of the espresso machine.

“A quad over ice. It’s an emergency.” 

Before I could make a decision on whether or not to strike a decent conversation with Wednesday, my phone rang. 

Margery Calling… 

I picked up the phone, expecting the bright voice of the young apprentice. Instead, I was greeted by the low, clear voice of the Supreme herself. 

“Y/N…” 

“Just because I’m not picking up your calls, doesn’t mean you should call me on Marge’s number.” I interrupted her sentence with as much hint of annoyance as I could possible give out. 

“That’s not why I’m calling. Marge is dead.” Joy delivered the worst news I’d heard in the entire day. Without saying a word, my first instinct was to run outside of Weathervane. An overwhelming mixture of emotions engulfed the entirety of my mind, confusion, sorrow, rage… 

“How?” I rubbed my thumb over the nail on my middle finger, trying desperately to distract myself. That was when I realized my hands were shaking. A soft light glow bleed from my index uncontrollably. I shoved my hand inside my pocket frantically, hoping no one would catch my hysteria. 

Marge was only an apprentice, far too weak to wield her power fully. It was a little harsh of me to say it but she was an easy target. She was kind, perhaps too kind for her own good. I found her passionate, bright perspective with others to be annoying, but she could’ve been so much more. Marge didn’t deserve this. 

“Steel bullet to the heart. Apparently, she was tied down with a chain before her killer shot her.” Joy said, solemn and stern. Deep down, I knew she was worried about another witch hunt. It would be the worst nightmare for a lot of us. 

“Cowards.” I pursed my lips, trying my hardest to keep my voice from cracking. 

The killing of a wielder using steel chains and bullets was not a spontaneous murder. It was a deliberate, well-planned murder most often seen among witch hunters. With our information all over the internet, we had become more vulnerable than ever. 

A loud thudding noise from the cafe brought my attention back to the surroundings. As I turned back to the glasses, I caught the glimpse of Wednesday’s impressive stunt to take down three teenage bullies two times her own size. 

“Be careful out there, Y/N… I’m worried for all of us.” Joy took a deep breath. “Promise me you won’t go looking for whoever killed her.” 

“Joy, you need to warn everybody and fortify the Coven…” Before I could continue, I saw Tyler walking out of Weathervane towards me. “I need to go now. Later.” 

I slipped my phone back inside my coat hurriedly. The world of witches and warlocks were a more complicated and dangerous than people imagined. Tyler’s Hyde identity had brought enough on his plate already. He shouldn’t have to deal with my issues as well. 

“Hey, you don’t look so well. What happened?” Tyler pressed his finger gently in between my eyebrows. I noticed I’d been frowning the whole time. 

“It’s nothing really. Just some… family business.” I tried to smile at him. Somehow I made myself looking more nervous to him. 

“I’m off in a moment. Do you want to go get a burger and talk about it?” Tyler brushed his hands on his apron, asking carefully. 

My heart was racing but it wasn’t because of him. The chaos was slipping out of my control as my panic took over. It was screaming in every drop of blood that ran through my veins, enraging, threatening to burst out from my pores. 

“I… I actually need to tend to something. I’ll meet you back at your house, okay?” I left him a light kiss on the cheek and ran off to the woods separating Nevermore and Jericho on my foot. 

I sprinted through the wood full speed ahead. The rustling of the trees and the whistling of the wind accompanied my every hurried steps. It was sharp and loud. I couldn’t keep track of how long I’d been running but I didn’t stop until my lungs began to give out… or until I tripped over the long stretch of a tree’s exposing root. 

I knelt down on the ground, all fours pressing over it. The air was treacherous with a cold danger somewhere. But at this very moment, at least, I was all alone. The red glow that had showed its sheer presence before had grew stronger with a bright red color, now leaking through my whole body. 

I wished I could pretend that the death of my Coven member meant nothing to me. Reality was that it had brought back all the memories that I’d die to forget. My mother’s scream in the town square in the middle of the night, my sister’s cry as the flame from the pyre beneath them consumed them whole. Starting from the fabric of their dresses, until their voices stopped. 

They’d taken away my family once… They’d do it again… 

With a deafening scream, the glow swept through the woods around me in a violent storm. I managed to minimize the scope of its explosion at the last second, but the poor trees standing meters from me had all been turned to dust, drizzling in air like they never existed. 

I struggled to pick myself up from the ground while containing the chaos under my hold. I had always suspected that this youthful flesh was not enough to keep all the chaos under control. I only hoped it will ease up as I grow older. After the cathartic explosion, it felt as if I had exhausted my body. Every step seemed to be heavier and heavier. I dragged my legs towards Tyler’s house slowly. 

It was almost past midnight when I reached the Galpins’ front porch. Sheriff Galpin was out of sight, again. He took the truck with him. I lowered my entire body in utter lassitude, slamming my entire hand on the doorbell. As the door opened, I laid all of my body weight over Tyler, holding onto him by his shirt. Before he could tell a word, I pressed my lips over his in an ardent kiss, breathing in his scent until it filled my lungs and my mind.  

Tyler’s hands crawled along my spine to the back of my head, holding me even closer to him. With a small opening of his lips, I slipped my tongue into his mouth, enjoying, but not satiated by his reciprocation. I couldn’t stop myself from the intoxicating taste of him. I pulled away for a gasp of air, but he immediately caught up to me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more, a lot more. With a soft moan leaving his mouth, we stumbled into his bedroom. @sarcastic-sourwolf​ @snips-501​ @gayandfairycore @o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o​​​​

#tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #tyler x reader #wednesday #netflix #when daylight fades

[yennefer-x-tissaia]

I know we all hate how Tissaia's power was portrayed on the show and that she didn't seem anything like the most powerful sorceress we all (and especially Yennefer) thought she was. BUT please let's not forget what she did in the first season. She literally inhaled Dimeritium. Something that usually takes the form of chains to ensure that mages cannot access their magic. And Tissaia INHALED it. It was in her system and she was literally barely conscious and on the ground. And after that she still found the strength to get up and use the last remnants of their chaos to fight against the nilfgaardian army. And all that with dimeritium in her system. Something that renders other marges unable to access their magic at the mere touch.

And please can we talk about the fact that Tissaia only got up when she heard Yennefer's voice?! She was still lying on the floor but didn't hesitate to get up when she heard Yennefer saying that SHE needs her! And after everything she was still searching for Yennefer in her visions the next days.

I'm more than prepared to come up with several interpretations of Tissaia's reaction to dimeritium and have done so in fic, but I feel like the show should have acknowledged more obviously it if they wanted us to feel anything about it.

It seemed like nobody but Fringilla even knew it had happened. If she'd whispered 'dimeritium' or something to Yen on the battlefield, then we could have seen Yen react or something. Maybe we built it up too much as a fandom, thinking there would be consequences.

I've said this multiple times elsewhere too, but Tissaia being dosed with dimeritium didn't have the impact it should have because we never saw her use her powers to any great extent beforehand. She was jaunting around the battlefield, patting people on the back as they used their chaos, but seemed to be in no hurry to use her own. If we had known she was their big gun, that she was the last resort, then her being taken out of the running would have been a gasp-worthy moment. But they didn't show us that. Just like they continued to tell us rather than show us that she was powerful and influential. Sigh.

I agree that Tissaia dragging herself to her feet upon hearing Yen's desperate call for her is a great moment though.

That 'I need you' hurts a bit more now since we've seen her say it again, doesn't it? 😭

#Anonymous #ep 1.08: much more #commentary #ask

[the-mad-prince-of-denmark]

This is the closest that either the book or the film gets to really diving into Meg’s inner life, and I think that’s both very interesting and a real shame.

Unfortunately, as much as the character is iconic and Barbara Crampton gives an amazing performance, Megan Halsey was conceptualized and very much written to be the girlfriend character. She does not have a massive impact on the plot, and she’s primarily there to provide boobs. Nice boobs, but still.

And there’s something really sad about that, especially combined with the general implications we get from the film of what her life is like. She’s clearly super intelligent and very driven, and she loves her boyfriend a lot. But she’s stuck in this situation where her dad is over-controlling, clearly still views her like a kid, and seems to be enacting some of his latent hurt feelings about the absence of her mother onto her. Which in fairness, it’s very Mary Shelley, so it works. But still!

She lives a privileged but structured and emotionally complicated life. And then this nasty little rat boy bamfs in, fully steals her man, and instigates a chain of events that leads to her father dying and then being resurrected as a brainless zombie. Plus, literally everything with Carl Hill.

I don’t know, I feel like if there’s a lot of potential there for her to be this character who is like, half deconstruction of housewives and/or women who are brought up to be housewives (think Marge Simpson Anime), and half Ash Williams-style horror-action protagonist. But the story just feels so emotionally uninvested in her. 

I am at least glad that how underwritten this character was made Stewart Gordon feel bad enough to write the character of Dr. Katherine McMichaels in From Beyond for Barbara Crampton. She deserves it! 

#re-alr #live read #Henry Zebrowski voice: -and you get to be the girlfriend! #I’m Kevin James! you’re Leah Remni!!

[acommonloon]

Good morning from Chicago. Awoke this morning and realized I still don't know the name of this hotel. Our kids booked everything.

It's next to Navy Pier where I had one of the worst meals ever on a trip. Margueritaville sucks! Or at least their top shelf marg and fish tacos do.

Yes we walked past Harry Caray's, and several other Chicago centric options to eat at a crappy chain. There were good reasons and I'd do it again.

No complaints about the macaroni or kids Shirley Temple.

#family travels #chicago

[iamaboredpotatonugget]

My Fav Severitis Fics Part 1

After Harry blows up Aunt Marge, Dumbledore decides it's not safe for Harry to spend the rest of the summer at the Leaky Cauldron, and instead sends him to stay at Spinner’s End with Professor Snape.

It's tense, awkward, and teeming with misunderstandings...but it might be the best thing that's happened to either of them. They're both been without a family for a very long time.

Severus thinks of the crack of his father’s belt across his back. He can’t send a child back to that. He can’t do it.

Every summer, Snape takes Harry to the ocean. It’s strange how much kindness can hurt when it reveals what you’ve been missing.

When Harry appears at the Welcoming Feast wearing a glamor only Snape notices, Snape decides to find out what the glamor is hiding.

He is your penance. Each time you watch him silently thrash in a nightmare, or watch his shoulders slump when you prevent him from cleaning something, you remind yourself that this is what you have wrought. Each mouthful of food that you coax him to swallow is a silent prayer of apology. Every flinch is a moment of purgatory, and you accept your due with stoicism.

“You aren’t afraid of me. Why?” He asked, head cocked to the side as he openly studied Harry.

Harry’s smile was brilliant.

“Because you aren’t scary.”

Harry’s occlumency reveals his disturbing home life which sets off a chain reaction that cannot be undone. Snape finds himself begrudgingly caring about the bespectacled boy, Harry discovers what it's like to have adults who care, and Hermione finds herself becoming an accidental crime lord. Draco Malfoy is very much along for the ride, in all senses of the word.

A letter from home? A letter from family? Well, Harry Potter knows he has neither, but all the same, it starts with a letter from Surrey. Whatever the Dursleys have to say, it can't be anything good, so Harry's determined to ignore it. But when the Potions Master forces him to read his letter, Harry gets sent down a path he'd never have walked on his own.

“I- I wasn’t trying to kill myself, Professor,” Harry said softly.

Snape glared at him, only slightly less cold than usual. “Then just what were you trying to do?”

“I was just going to… cut myself.”

Snape blinked and kept his eyes closed for a moment, rolling them as he opened them once more. “Obviously.”

Harry only defeated Voldemort because he wanted a good night’s sleep.

#fanfic #fanfic rec #pro severus #professor snape #severitis #snape content #ao3 recs #ao3 link #harry potter fandom #snape fanfiction #mentor Snape #fanfiction reccomendations #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #potions and snitches #potterhead #hogwarts #harry potter fic

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 28 January 2024

Henry Kendall. 1841-1882

Mooni

HE that is by Mooni now Sees the water-sapphires gleaming Where the River Spirit, dreaming, Sleeps by fall and fountain streaming   Under lute of leaf and bough!— Hears what stamp of Storm with stress is, Psalms from unseen wildernesses Deep amongst far hill-recesses—   He that is by Mooni now.

  Yea, for him by Mooni's marge Sings the yellow-hair'd September, With the face the gods remember, When the ridge is burnt to ember,   And the dumb sea chains the barge! Where the mount like molten brass is, Down beneath fern-feather'd passes Noonday dew in cool green grasses   Gleams on him by Mooni's marge.

  Who that dwells by Mooni yet, Feels in flowerful forest arches Smiting wings and breath that parches Where strong Summer's path of march is,   And the suns in thunder set! Housed beneath the gracious kirtle Of the shadowy water-myrtle— Winds may kiss with heat and hurtle,   He is safe by Mooni yet!

  Days there were when he who sings (Dumb so long through passion's losses) Stood where Mooni's water crosses Shining tracks of green-hair'd mosses,   Like a soul with radiant wings: Then the psalm the wind rehearses— Then the song the stream disperses— Lent a beauty to his verses,   Who to-night of Mooni sings.

  Ah, the theme—the sad, gray theme! Certain days are not above me, Certain hearts have ceased to love me, Certain fancies fail to move me,   Like the effluent morning dream. Head whereon the white is stealing, Heart whose hurts are past all healing, Where is now the first, pure feeling?   Ah, the theme—the sad, gray theme! . . .   Still to be by Mooni cool— Where the water-blossoms glister, And by gleaming vale and vista Sits the English April's sister,   Soft and sweet and wonderful! Just to rest beneath the burning Outer world—its sneers and spurning— Ah, my heart—my heart is yearning   Still to be by Mooni cool!

#poetry #poem of the day #poem #Henry Kendall

[louielle]

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒛𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

1980s Horror Film - Wallows

Alone in the Woods - Michal Novinski

Always Forever - Cults

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

Apparition on the Train - John Williams

As The World Falls Down - David Bowie

Aunt Marge's Waltz - John Williams

Autumn Town Leaves - Iron & Wine

Aventine - Agnes Obel

Ballad Of Mr Jones - Jake Bugg

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

Black Dog - Led Zeppelin

The Boat of the Fragile Mind - Belle Mare

A Brief History of Time - Jóhann Jóhannsson

Buckbeak's Flight - John Williams

Captain Goddamn - Michal Novinski

Captain Goddamn's Story - Michal Novinski

Cemetry Gates - The Smiths

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Chord Left - Agnes Obel

The Curse - Agnes Obel

Cursed - Lord Huron

Damn Right - Mickey Driskill

Dance With The Fish - Bruni Coulais

Dandelion Wine - Gregory Alan Isakov

Dead Man's Hand - Lord Huron

Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men

Eleanor Rigby - Cody Fry

Endless Story About Sun and Moon - Kai Engel

Entering - Michal Novinski

Fallingforyou - The 1975

Fellowship - Thomas Newman

Finale - John Williams

Flaws - Bastille

Flood - Michal Novinski

Fortune Teller - Mickey Driskill

Forward to Time Past - John Williams

The French Library - Franz Gordon

Full Moon - The Kinks

Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse

Hagrid the Professor - John Williams

Harvest Moon - Lord Huron

Head Credits - Bruno Coulais

Holocene - Bon Iver

Home - Dotan

I'm a WolfWalker - Bruno Coulais

Infinite Love - Emile Mosseri

In The Woods Somewhere - Hozier

It Will Come Back - Hozier

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

journey in the rain to cry in peace - joiboi

K. - Cigarettes After Sex

The Key In The Sea - Bruno Coulais

Kids - OneRepublic

Kuky Phones Home - Michael Novinski

Kuky's Adventures - Michael Novinski

Landscape With a Fairy - aspidistrafly

Lanterns Lit - Son Lux

Lily Of The Valley - Queen

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

Living Room - Grouper

Lonesome Hunter - Timber Timbre

Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron

Love Waltz - Marcuzio Pianist

Lumos! (Hedwig's Theme) - John Williams

Me And The Devil - Soap&Skin

The Meetings of the Waters - Fionn Regan

Meet Me In The City - Lord Huron

Meet Me in the Morning - Bob Dylan

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Mélancolie - Patric Watson, Safia Nolin

Melody Noir - Patric Watson

Mischief Managaged! - John Williams

Moment's Silence - Hozier

Monster Books and Boggarts - John Williams

My Tunnels Are Long And Dark These Days - Asaf Avidan

Nevermore - Queen

Not Dead Yet - Lord Huron

Nothing's Here - Michael Novinski

Once Upon a Dream - Lana Del Rey

The Patronus Light - John Wiliams

Phantoms and Friends - Old Man Canyon

The Pink Room - Timber Timbre

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Dream Academy

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Poison Tree - Grouper

Poppy Field - Michael Novinski

The Portrait Gallery - John Williams

Proof - Michael Novinski

Punisher - Phoebe Bridgers

Renegades - X Ambassadors

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

Ribs - Lorde

Riding Into Town - Gun Thunder

rises the moon - Liana Flores

Rosyln - Bon Iver, St. Vincent

Run - Bruno Coulais

Run - Hozier

Run Cried the Crawling - Agnes Obel

Sadness - Bruno Coulais

Saving Buckbeak - John Williams

The Seals - Bruno Coulais

Secrets of the Castle - John Williams

Sedated - Hozier

September Song - Agnes Obel

Setting Sun - Lord Huron

Shortline - RY X

Sit Down Beside Me - Patric Watson

Something French - Devendra Banhart

Something Is Wrong - Bruno Coulais

Some Things Cosmic - Angel Olsen

Somewhere Tonight - Beach House

Squirrel Rescue - Mike Higham

The Storm - Bruno Coulais

Swinging Party - The Replacements

Team - Lorde

Thief - Imagine Dragons

Time Passing II - Mark Isham

Time's Blur - Lord Huron

To Be Alone - Hozier

Trees and Flowers - Strawberry Switchblade

The Trial - Michael Novinski

Under Giant Trees - Agnes Obel

Wait - M83

Way Down We Go - KALEO

We Don't Talk About It - Michael Novinski

The Werewolf Scene - John Williams

West Coast - Imagine Dragons

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

Whisper of a Thrill - The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

White Teeth Teens - Lorde

Who Are You - Bruno Coulais

The Whomping Willow - John Williams

Who We Are - Imagine Dragons

A Window to the Past - John Williams

Wiser - Old Man Canyon

Words Are Dead - Agnes Obel

A World Alone - Lorde

The World Ender - Lord Huron

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

you are welcome to let go - joiboi

#prisoner of azkaban #poa #harry potter #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #playlist #harry potter playlist #comfort playlist #aesthetic #dark aesthetic #gloomy