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decolonize-the-left · 28 days

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The legal offensive, led by Dana Remus, who until 2022 served as President Biden’s White House counsel, and Robert Lenhard, an outside lawyer for the party, will be aided by a communications team dedicated to countering candidates who Democrats fear could play spoiler to Mr. Biden. It amounts to a kind of legal Whac-a-Mole, a state-by-state counterinsurgency plan ahead of an election that could hinge on just a few thousand votes in swing states. The aim “is to ensure all the candidates are playing by the rules, and to seek to hold them accountable when they are not,” Mr. Lenhard said.

WHAT???

You're telling me that this guy

Suddenly gives a single shit about the rules???

The headlines about this are fucking insane also

"will giving voters access to vote for whatever candidate they want dooming democracy"

Normal headline for a country that definitely isn't being run by fascists.

Btw this is Dana Remus

"In August 2022, President Biden questioned in a 60 Minutes interview “how anyone can be that irresponsible” when asked about classified documents in the possession of former President Trump. But when President Biden said this, he knew he had stashed classified materials in several unsecure locations for years, dating back to his time as vice president and even as U.S. senator."

[...]President Biden’s attorneys claim to have first discovered classified material at Penn Biden Center on November 2, 2022. However, President Biden and his lawyers kept it secret from the American people before the midterm elections. CBS News broke the story in January 2023, leaving Americans to wonder if the White House had any intention of ever disclosing that President Biden hoarded classified documents for years.

You know what else they did together? Lied about codifying Roe v Wade if they won mid-terms. 6months AFTER dems won a narrow majority, Rie v Wade was overturned.

And like not to be a wacky conspiracy theorist who's right again but

"The case concerned the constitutionality of a 2018 Mississippi state law that banned most abortion operations after the first 15 weeks of pregnancy. The Mississippi law was based on a model by a Christian legal organization, Alliance Defending Freedom, with the specific intent to provoke a legal battle that would reach the Supreme Court and result in the overturning of Roe"

Guess what the Alliance Defending freedom works with and serves an agenda for?

Project 2025 yeah, the heritage foundation lists them as partners

Yeah remember how Dana Remus worked with Samuel Alito? Guess who's vote helped overrule abortion rights?

Samuel Alito, correct. Guess who else? Thomas, Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, Barrett.

All Trump appointments.

Odd company to find yourself in without having ANY ties to the ADF or heritage foundation or project2025.

I wonder who the lawyers involved were?

Scott G Stewart. Interesting. Well who appointed him, right?

In 2021, Mississippi Attorney General Lynn Fitch appointed Scott G. Stewart as Solicitor General for the State of Mississippi.

Oh so she was voted in.

Well im sure it was a normal election that Democrats didn't tamper with or anything. Like SURELY they didn't intentionally platform this woman using the Pied Piper method? SURELY NOT after platforming Trump and making the entire 2016 elections about anti-Trumpism. SURELY, they wouldn't have tried to make themselves look better by positioning themselves against extremists only to LOSE the bet they were making.

SURELY WE DIDNT LOSE ROE V WADE BECAUSE DEMOCRATS WONT STOP USING THE PIED PIPER STRATEGY TO WIN ELECTIONS? R I G H T???

Riley Collins, 53, is running against the state's treasurer, Lynn Fitch, who was the chair of the group Mississippi Women for Trump in 2016. Riley Collins is running an explicitly anti-Trump message, saying Monday that she doesn’t understand how Donald Trump's Christian supporters can reconcile their politics with their faith

Oh.

Welp.

Everyone thank democrats for Trump and the stacked supreme court and the loss of Roe V Wade. It Truly couldn't have happened without them blasting primetime tv with alt right candidates 24/7.

One day democrats will stop platforming right wing extremists and election tampering but I guess it won't be anytime soon.

Let me ask, what's the biggest argument for voting blue this year?

Right.

And how's that going? Y'all feel confident in that strategy right now?

And don't forget what they did to Bernie. Because Biden is very poetically doing the same fucking shit to sabotage 3rd parties right now.

Remember to act surprised when Trump wins.

Like voters and progressives and leftists haven't been saying for MONTHS that we won't vote Biden. Like swing states aren't voting uncommitted. Like labor unions aren't voting uncommitted. Like he isn't tanking the polls.

You know I will say that this election is a little different. Clinton didn't have nearly this much pushback so early in the race.

Biden's massive gap of votes compared to Trump is gonna look like the grand fucking canyon.

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leviabeat · 9 months

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Volbeat and Halestorm 🤘

🎫 Volbeat | 📸 Britt Bowman

08.06.2023 | Hollywood Casino | Penn National Race Course | Grantville | PA

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derreckmayer · 1 year

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You can finally see our "beautiful" faces!

That's right, we're now releasing a video version of our episodes starting with this week's review of Racing with the Moon starring Sean Penn, Elizabeth McGovern, and Nic Cage!

Enjoy and keep on Caging on!

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formula1neverleft · 2 years

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Il Predestinato - Charles Leclerc

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female! reader

Summary: Post Spanish GP

Charles doesn’t want pity. He just wants you.

Warnings: smut, praise kink central, swearing

Some posts that *inspired* me: BASED ON THIS GIF AND THIS GIF ALONE (creds to biscottifosi)

Song Recs: Cosmic Love by FLorence + the machine // Disconnect by Clean Bandit // I Never Learn by Lykke Li

Author’s note: *dodges tomatoes* okay guys i know people are waiting on some of my other wip’s but this had to be done it was out of my control really. This is a work of fiction and not a reflection of the real people involved!! Not proofread. Feedback is very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx

Words: 2k (short and sweet)

Barcelona, Spain, May 22nd 2022

Charles had long since learned that he couldn’t blame himself for an engine failure.

To be fair, he couldn’t even blame the mechanics or the team as a whole.

Over time, it became clear to him that every single person was putting their heart and soul into their work, and sometimes things don’t end up the way you had expected them. Sometimes, life just wasn’t fair.

Despite knowing all this, he couldn’t help the hollow ache in his chest as he made his way back to his trailer after finishing his interviews.

In passing one of the screens in the media penn, he caught a glimpse of Max gaining the lead, and Charles quickly redirected his gaze towards his own feet, hoping they could carry him to his destination faster so that he wouldn’t risk running into anyone else who would undoubtedly give him a sympathetic pat on the back, maybe even a “tough luck, mate” to accompany the gesture.

Charles knew their intentions were good, but it was the last thing he needed at this very moment.

He’d seen you too, right after he had gotten out of the car, giving him a comforting smile as you gave him the space and time to shake hands with the mechanics first.

You knew him better than anyone else, and he silently thanked you by shooting a wink your way as you turned on your heels and disappeared from his view.

Charles closed his eyes in appreciation of the cold air that washed over him when he entered his trailer, as he leaned his back on the closed door and basked in it for a short while.

He had almost forgotten how hot he’d been in the car, and somehow even hotter during the interviews, having to voice his obvious disappointment time and time again while being asked the same questions way too many times.

At this moment, he felt like he could breathe again for the first time since stepping into the car.

When he opened his eyes again, you were there. Leaning against the doorframe that led to the small bedroom section of the trailer, wearing nothing more than one of Charles shirts that rested barely halfway down your thighs.

Yeah, you really did know him better than anyone else.

“You okay, baby?” you asked sincerely, unable to hide the worry that always formed whenever he had a tough race, whether it was his fault or not.

“No, i’m not okay” Charles said with a sigh as he pushed himself off the door and started closing the distance between the two of you.

“but I don’t want pity” he continued, now so close to you he could rest his forehead against yours.

“you know that’s not what I need right now” he concluded as he finally connected your lips together. He wastes no time, pushing you up against the wall, hands planted firmly on either side of your head.

His tongue explored your mouth, passionately but not too much, never too much. Before he met you he had never considered himself an above average kisser, but you had always praised him for it, and now it was all Charles could think about when he kissed you.

As you recoiled from him in desperate need of some air, he focused his attention on your neck, kissing and licking all your sweet spots as his hands drifted lower, playing with the hem of his shirt before trailing them upwards slowly.

You tried your best to not get lost in how good he was making you feel, knowing that after the day he’d had, he needed you to talk to him.

To tell him how good he was being.

“feels so good Charles, I love your mouth” you spoke as your hands made their way into his hair, pulling and stroking, leaving his hair even more messy than was already the case after wearing his helmet. A small noise of appreciation left his lips at your praise, and in response, he pulled you with him into the bedroom. The bed was barely big enough to fit one person, let alone two, but you knew a way or two to get around that problem.

“Sit down, baby” you put your hands on Charles shoulders and pushed down slightly, prompting him to sit down on the bed, facing you.

You hands made quick work of getting him out of the race suit that was tied around his hips, fireproofs following soon after. You took the time to look at him, lips swollen and parted, his hair a mess, drops of sweat still visible on his temples. He looked beautiful, and desperate.

“You did so good today,” you continued as you eventually freed him from his boxers. He was already so hard, drops of pre-cum leaking onto the trail of hair that strailed from his belly button to his crotch.

“you did so good that I’m gonna suck your dick for you, but you knew that already when you got out of the car, didn’t you?”

You could see the effects your words were having on him, his breathing getting even heavier, his lower lip clenched tightly between his teeth. Deciding to give him some much-needed relief, you get to work. Leaning your head slightly on his thigh, you give the side of his cock a few slow licks, focusing on one side and then the other.

He was moaning now, a continuous stream of whimpers leaving his lips, his mouth falling open as his eyes screwed shut.

Then you took him into your mouth fully, hands taking care of the part of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Occasionally, you took him as deep as you could, hands holding onto his thighs as your head bobbed up and down. Charles’ hands found their way to your hair, getting it out of your face and into a make-shift ponytail as you doubled down on your efforts, a few barely intelligible “thank you’s” coming from his lips.

The noise that filled the room was absolutely filthy, a combination of your mouth and his moans, as you made a conscious effort to remember the sound for the next time you were alone and missing Charles.

Eventually, you leaned back and let him fall from your mouth, continuing your praise of you got up and started to undress yourself.

“Pole position and led the race, had all of the drivers behind you praying for your engine to give out, ‘cuz they know that’s the only way they were beating you” you said as you pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you just as naked as Charles was now.

“Lay down for me”

Charles immediately obeyed you, laying himself down on his back, not letting his eyes stray from you even for one second.

“Max is still out there trying his best to scramble some point now that you’re not there, while your here, about to fuck me so good, aren’t you?”

Charles was barely able to mutter out a “yes, baby” as you settled on top of him, just enough room on the narrow bed to fit your knees on either side of him.

“He probably wishes he was here right now instead of in that car, but this is only for you, Charles” you said as you finally sank down onto his cock. He looked unreal, eyes watering from the pleasure and cheeks flushed red as his mouth momentarily formed a teasing smirk, knowing you were getting off on this just as much as he was, but it was quickly replaced with a low whine as you started to move. The moans that you both let out simultaneously were obscene, but you quickly found your rhythm and regained your composure enough to continue your praise.

“ next time, you’ll be on that podium again, and if it's not next time then it’ll be the time after that, because you were meant for this, baby, you know that right? What is it they called you again…Il predestinato?”

As soon as the words left your lips, Charles dug his hand into the skin of your hips, his knuckles turning white in the process.

“Call me that again” he muttered as his hands helped guide you in your rhythm, transitioning into a slow grind, feeling him so deep inside you that it made your toes curl.

You repeated the word a few more times, feeling him twitch inside you each time.

Before you could continue however, you felt the beginning of your orgasm blossoming, and instinctively Charles removed one of his hands on your hips to place his thumb on your clit to help you get there, knowing the exact movement and amount of pressure that you liked.

“fuck yes, please make me cum, Charles, yes-” you pleaded as you firmly grabbed hold of his wrist to keep him there.

“You look so pretty like this, mon amour. You’re making such pretty noises for me, am I making you feel that good, huh?” Charles suddenly switched it up and decided to praise you for a change, and all you could do was nod before your orgasm washed over you as you buried your face into Charles’ neck, riding out your high as you spasmed around him.

All Charles needed to follow suit was you saying his name over and over again as you game, followed here and there by a lewd “so good, baby”, as he came too while holding you down firmly onto him.

The only noise in the room was now your pants as you lay there in silence for a few minutes, basking in the post-sex haze. Both of you now sweaty, skin sticking to each other and his come dripping from you as you leaned forward slightly, his cock still half-hard when he pulled out of you.

Charles closed his eyes as his fingers trailed lovingly up and down your spine, making goosebumps arise in their wake.

“You know you’re more than just the number of points on that championship board, right?” you said earnestly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah, I know” Charles answered, giving you a comforting smile and a kiss on your forehead

“ As long as I have you, I can handle it. We can make it through anything, together”

His words made tears prickle the corner of your eyes, but Charles was quick to follow up his sentimental comment with a joke.

“I will ask the team to DNF more frequently if it means that I get this kind of consolation prize,” you quickly responded by giving him a playful jab to the ribs.

“Ow!” he replied melodramatically, causing you both to break out in a fit of laughter.

A few more minutes passed before you spoke up once more.

“Are you ready to go back out there? race is probably over by now”

“Just give me a few more minutes here, ma cherie” he replied as he closed his eyes, not ready to face the world outside of the trailer just yet.

You didn’t have to be told twice, and laid your head down on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart underneath you.

You could stay here forever if he wanted to

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Ch 21

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, i think that's about it.

The following week you honestly felt like the heaviest weight had finally been lifted off your shoulders. You started to realize just how down you’d been and were now eternally grateful that it hadn’t been any longer. The next morning you were sat at your desk wrapping up paperwork when a coffee was discreetly placed onto your desk, you glanced up to barely catch Emily striding through the bull pen on the way to her office. From across the room Garcia managed to catch your eye, a wicked grin on her face as she glanced between the two of you.

That evening when you got home you were cursing yourself for having not bought groceries, having nothing edible but eggs in the fridge when there was a knock on the door. Your faved penne primavera with extra garlic bread on the side and a mini lava cake all fresh and hot and fully paid for. You scooped up your phone while digging into the bread,

‘You don’t have to buy your way out of this ya know. I already accepted your apology.’

‘Think of it as a double hitter. I… wanted to make sure you were eating.’

‘Turns out my appetite is back in full force this week.’

‘I’m glad. Enjoy your dinner.’

‘Thank you.’

You spent the rest of the evening texting, making each other laugh, watching the same shows from different houses before finally saying goodnight and crawling into bed.

You were almost running late the next morning, racing out the door and practically directly into a delivery man, the most gorgeous bouquet of roses and lilies you’d ever seen in the package. You had just enough time to leave them on the entry way table before running to the car, your phone buzzing in the cup holder the moment you sat it down.

‘Don’t worry, those ones are from me.’

You managed to slip into the elevator at the BAU right before the doors slid shut, letting out a breath when you noticed it had managed to trap you and Emily alone together.

“Thought I said you weren’t in the dog house.”

“Still allowed to spoil you, aren’t I?” She replied with a shrug and you laughed, “I’ll stop if you want, it’s just… making me feel a little better about the whole thing. I want to make sure you know how much I actually do care about you.”

“I do.” Smiling, you leant in, kissing her cheek softly, “thank you. They’re gorgeous.”

Emily had just enough time to squeeze at your wrist before the doors slid open and you went your separate ways.

Halfway through the morning Derek rolled his chair over to your desk, a bakery box finding home on top of it.

“Brought your favourite.” He greeted and you looked over at him with a small smile.

“You don’t need to feed me Derek, I ate breakfast. But thank you.” You lifted the lid to find that he did indeed get your favourite and began picking bites off the muffin.

“Just checkin’ in.” He replied with a shrug, “you know you have been in a helluva better mood this week.”

“That’ll happen when you manage to escape a toxic ex and get to sleep in your own bed again.”

“You really hate Seattle that much hey?”

“I’d rather move back to Florida.”

“Ouch.” He surveyed you for a moment, practically studying you to see if this was some kind of cover up or if you were actually doing better.

“What?” You laughed.

“Nothing.” He shook his head, “just, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. A smile looks good on you.” He squeezed your shoulder affectionately before wandering back to his desk and it took all of your willpower to not look over to Emily’s office. You could feel her eyes on you and a few minutes later when you risked a glance up in her direction you found them still on you, doing your best not to laugh as she blushed. You shot her a quick wink and returned to the paperwork at hand.

Penelope managed to coerce you into drinks on Wednesday after work and you were thankful it was just the two of you, you knew she was likely going to grill you and that would be almost impossible in front of anyone else from the team. You’d settled in with your third drink when she finally couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Okay, so I take it from the very improved mood this week that you’ve talked things out?” She asked, a wicked grin on her lips.

“We have…” you took a sip of your drink, “she explained everything, a very big apology was given that I accepted.”

“Oh please tell me you’re back together, you have to be back together, you’re just so friggin cute!”

“I dunno if I’d call it ‘back together’.” You laughed, “but yeah, we’re like, officially together now.”

“Oh thank god!” She squeezed at your arm, “so when are you gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“I… uh.. once we figure out the politics of it I guess? At this point we’re just like, not sneaking around.”

“But the sneaking around kinda makes it hotter, doesn’t it?” She smirked and you laughed.

“Yeah I’ve gotta admit, sometimes it does, knowing someone on the team’s in the next hotel room so you’ve gotta stay quiet…. Adds some spice.”

“And spice is something the two of you most definitely have.” She smirked and your eyes widened.

“I told you to fast forward that shit!”

“Didn’t need to listen to any more than I’d already heard sunshine. I knew daddy issues were a thing, but I’ve always kind of wondered how that would translate to lesbianism.”

“Well you’re welcome for educating you.” You replied dryly, rolling you eyes before taking another sip of your drink.

“All teasing aside, I am really happy for you.” Her hand slid across the table to squeeze at yours, “you deserve happiness and love and you’ve found that, even if it kinda went to hell and back on the way.”

“Thanks Penelope.”

You let out a soft sigh, scrawling your signature across the bottom of a sheet of paper before flipping the case file shut and pushing your chair back. Crossing through the bull pen you knocked on the door jam of Emily’s office, pausing a moment before entering, flashing her a small smile.

“Papers fully filled out and everything documented.” You stated, placing the file down into her inbox.

“Thanks.” She smiled back at you before you turned to leave, “hey… good work today. No one else could get through to that girl.”

“Thanks.” You shrugged, turning back to her, “I’ve always been good with kids despite not having the desire to want my own.”

“No?”

“My track record with family isn’t exactly great.” You laughed, leaning against one of the chairs in front of her desk.

“Me neither.” She chuckled in response, “but just because you had shitty parents doesn’t mean you’d be one.”

“I know.” You smiled softly, “but with this job? The hours alone are enough to make me feel bad much less the risks and baggage we bring home.” Your brow furrowed as you realized something, “oh… we’ve never talked about this… it’s not a deal breaker or anything, I just don’t see it being a great idea.” Emily smiled softly, looking up at you.

“There was a time I entertained the idea, but like you said, it wouldn’t be easy with this job. Besides, you know how whiney Sergio gets when I’ve been gone a while, I can’t imagine an actual child.”

You barked out a laugh at that, the smile remaining on your cheeks as Emily’s lips curved into a knowing smirk.

You were acutely aware that outside the office you were being watched, you could feel the eyes on you but weren’t sure who they belonged to. It was Derek, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the two of you through the office windows.

“What’re we staring at?” Penelope asked, settling in beside him.

“Wilson’s been in there too long for just dropping off paperwork.” He replied without looking away.

“Well, she took the interview with that last vic, maybe they’re talking about the case?”

“No.” He frowned, “they’re way too casual for that. Look at the way she just laughed.”

“Aww.” Penelope smiled.

“A week and a half ago Wilson was going through hell.”

“And now Emily’s making her smile, that’s a good thing.” She nudged at his side with her elbow, “I mean, just look at them, Wilson should spend the rest of the afternoon in her office.”

“Why are you so happy about this?” He finally managed to drag his eyes away from the office to look at the blonde.

“Because they’re so freaking cute! Just look at them,” she gestured toward the office, “you can’t tell me they’re not crazy about each other!”

“Baby… Prentiss fucked her up royally, you can’t be okay with this. Wilson was a wreck while we were in Seattle…”

“Oh my love,” she squeezed at his arm, “you have it all wrong.”

Back inside the office you were finally turning to leave, knowing there was only one tiny pile of paperwork sitting between you and the ability to punch out when Emily spoke again.

“Hey… uh.. you have plans tomorrow?”

“Just this little thing called work.” You turned back to her with a grin and she laughed.

“No, I meant tomorrow night.”

“Not a thing.”

“I meant it a couple of weeks ago when I said I wanted to actually take you out…” She began hesitantly, sucking her lip into her teeth.

“Are you asking me on a date Agent Prentiss?” You grinned, moving back closer to her desk so your voice wouldn’t carry through the door.

“Yeah. I am.” She let out a breath, unsure why she was suddenly so nervous, “and I’m really hoping you’ll say yes.”

“If we weren’t getting stared down by Garcia and Morgan… I’d be kissing you right now.” You chuckled, “of course it’s a yes.” She smiled warmly at you, a light shade of pink tinging her cheeks, “you sure this isn’t just about that dress?” You asked and she scoffed.

“Oh c’mon.”

“Your brain short circuited when I opened the door that night and you cannot deny that.”

“Fine.” She grumbled with a smile, “but this is about me wanting to take you somewhere nice, you deserve it.”

“As long as it’s not too fancy.” You teased.

“Pinky promise I won’t order for you.” She smirked back and you laughed, playfully rolling your eyes, “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Sounds perfect.”

At the end of the day Emily was stuck a little later than she’d planned, a phone call with the director taking loner than expected and a little bit of extra paperwork because of it. She was finally emptying her inbox, tossing the folder into her outbox when there was a knock on the open office door and she looked up to find Derek stepping into the room.

“Hey.” She greeted, “thought you’d taken off already.”

“I was about to, but I didn’t want to leave without talking to you first otherwise this’d be eating away at me all night.”

“What’s up?” She asked, sitting back in her chair and Derek let out a heavy huff, dropping into one in front of her desk.

“Don’t be mad at Penelope… it’s thanks to her that I’ve been fully looped in now.”

“Okay?” She raised a brow.

“You and Wilson.” He sighed, “I was confused, and honestly a little upset to see how civil she was being to you, I didn’t think you deserved it from her, but now I know what really went down. Emily… I really hope you’re doing the right thing here, and for the right reasons. I know that your personal life and what you do outside of this office is literally none of my business, but I was also witnessing first hand when Wilson hit her absolute rock bottom breaking point. And I don’t ever want to see her that low again, so if you hurt her, again, and for real, you’ll never be hearing the end of it from me.”

“I don’t have a single plan in the world to ever pull something like that again, especially to her. And I’d expect you to, I’m glad she’s got you in her corner.”

“She doesn’t have many other options. This team is her family, like it is for a lot of us. I wanna make sure she knows that and that she doesn’t leave because something went south between the two of you.”

“I just…” Emily sighed, chewing on her lip, “I didn’t know what to do so I went with the first instinct I had. I didn’t know how much time I had, how close Dewald was. I didn’t want her to get hurt or killed just because of her association with me.”

“And you suck at communicating your feelings sometimes.” Derek stated, and while he was right, there was a teasing grin on his lips that she couldn’t help but huff a small laugh out at as she rolled her eyes.

“I’ve made a promise of open communication for what it’s worth.” She defended and he laughed quietly, “I just needed her safe…”

“Emily, I get it, I really do. That kind of a case? An unsub who had history with someone on the team, who made it very clear they were coming for you, and that meant her. You were flashing back to Doyle. It makes perfect sense that you wanted to protect her as much as possible, even doing it the way you did. You even made sure that Dewald would know, and then shipped her out of state just in case he didn’t believe it. You didn’t tell her about it because you were afraid she’d pull a you and take it on herself and end up getting herself killed. Hell even if you didn’t realize it, your subconscious did and this time we caught the guy and no one got hurt.”

“Yeah…” she murmured.

“As mad as I was before, I understand it.” He let out a breath, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you happy? Like truly, really happy?”

“More than I ever have been in my entire life.” She replied, a soft smile on her lips.

“Make sure she knows that. Because that girl cares about you more than anyone in the world.”

“I know.” She nodded, “and I will. She means the world to me.”

“Good.” Smiling, he pushed to standing, “I’m happy for you Prentiss, really.”

“Thanks.” She watched him start to leave the office.

“Oh, and promise me one more thing?”

“What?” She asked with a small laugh as Derek turned back in the doorway to face her.

“For the love of god could you two maybe keep the jet sex free in the future?! I’ll never be able to sit on that couch again.”

Emily felt the colour drain out of her face but the mortification was immediately usurped by wanting to get one in over Derek, a smirk breaking out on her lips.

“Alright, no mile high club. But I can’t make promises about what you might overhear otherwise.”

“What does that mean?”

“Remember back when she first joined the team and we were out in Atlanta? You complained on the way home about not getting any sleep thanks to someone else in the hotel being too noisy…” She grinned and Derek made a face of disgust with a grimace.

“That’s it, I’m bunking with Wilson for the foreseeable future, keep you two apart while we’re on the road.” He quickly backed out of the office, not wanting to hear anymore, leaving Emily laughing.

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tweedlebat · 7 months

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So It's come to my attention that Phrenology and Physiognomy have made a comeback under the name of "Face Reading"

So my half conscious self has been dragged out of the abyss because I need you to understand why this is EXTREMELY BAD on so many levels. I'm gonna try and give you resources so you can educate yourself on the topic, but my brain isn't wording right today, so I'm sorry. If you're younger, this is a part of the past you need to know because it's repeating itself now due to ignorance. Phrenology and Physiognomy became super popular after Darwin's theory of evolution came out and bigots essentially used it to prove that they were "superior". People would do it for "fun" back then also, and the manuals that taught how to do it, or talked about it in depth can be kind of unsettling to look at due to the blatantly racist and antisemitic caricatures that you find in them. And we're not even going into how awful the texts can be. I don't have enough brainpower at the moment to poke at that, but suffice to say, it's bad enough that the Nazis used physiognomy to push their agenda and murder millions during the holocaust. As well as take measurements of people during "Racial Examinations." These tests were used to supposedly determine if someone was Jewish or not, just take a look at these photos and keep in mind that if you didn't align to their "pure aryan" standards, you'd wind up persecuted and/or killed.:

There's more photos out there than this, it's been heavily documented. Anyways Face Reading/Physiognomy and Phrenology have always been used as racist propaganda. Don't do this or buy into it, please. It seems cute and harmless but it's not, not in the slightest, and just pushes more awful stereotypes out there. This video talks more in depth about it than I can.:

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I'm also posting more articles for further reading so as to educate yourselves on the topic. Keep in mind you will be seeing racist white supremacist propaganda and it can be unsettling. Wikipedia Article on Physiognomy History.com Article on the way Face Reading and Phrenology was used to basically assume some people were criminals.

Genome.gov article on Eugenics and Scientific Racism. Penn Museum Article on Craniology in Race Science and Physical Anthropology The United States Holocaust Museum article on Eugenics. Scientific Racism Entry on Wikipedia Nazi Eugenics Entry on Wikipedia

University of Missouri articles on the Origins of Eugenics.

A final word. Judging people based on their appearances never ends well, and in extreme situations leads to innocent people getting killed far more often than many of you realize due to racism, ableism, transphobia, and so on.

I'm no history expert, so these articles are all I can give you. If this can motivate you to start your journey to learning history so we don't repeat it, I've done my job. Now I'm going back into the void, it's sleep time.

#history #eugenics #face reading #physiognomy #phrenology #racism #antisemitism #please learn your history so we don't have to do this again.#Youtube #tweedle talks

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angryschnauzer · 2 years

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Smoke and Flame

Summary: A chance meeting after an awards show, you end up sharing a meal with fellow actor Ben Barnes at his flat. Just at things are heating up catastrophe strikes and the night is cut short. But a surprise visitor at your hotel room the next morning proves that even after smoke there are flames.

Pairing: Ben Barnes x Female Reader (No race or body type mentioned)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Wall Sex.

A/N: This is my first Ben fic so i wasn’t entirely sure if my brain would help me out, but it seems to have worked! I haven’t seen any of Bens work apart from the first half of Shadow & Bone, but this skinny brit now seems to have a hold on my ovaries. Unbeta’d. Typos show we’re human. I am adding this to the end of my Henry Cavill masterlist as i don’t have a ‘everyone else’ list. I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications. You can also follow me on AO3.

Standing in the aisles of the Tesco Express mini supermarket you swung the plastic basket from your fingertips as you stared mindlessly at the meagre selection of sandwiches left on the shelf of the chiller. 11pm at night was not the best time for a good range of choices. Your stomach grumbled and you looked longingly at the microwaveable chilled pasta meals in the next chiller, before reminding yourself that the small boutique hotel room you’d been booked into didn’t have a microwave.

“I should have just gone to the after party” you muttered to yourself.

The Empire Awards were one of the most fun and laidback awards shows in the industry. Over the course of your career you’d been invited a few times, even nominated once or twice. Tonight you’d been presenting the award for best actor, some arrogant little prick winning the award which he’d all but snatched out of your hand on the way to shoving you away from the podium so he could bore everyone there with a ‘speech’. You smiled to yourself when you recalled how the cheers for you coming on stage had by far had been louder and longer than those of when he’d won.

Still staring at the line of cheese ploughmans sandwiches in front of you a soft cough behind you caught your attention, and as you turned your gaze followed the path of a crisp shirt up to the wearers deep brown eyes and a soft but deep well spoken voice;

“Thought i recognised those legs, they were all i could see as you stepped on stage past my table”

You could feel your cheeks warm as you realised it had been another one of the best actor nominees, Ben Barnes;

“Oh, hi”

You shouldn’t be star struck, you were a ‘star’ in your own right, but where you kept to yourself and avoided parties and the Hollywood social circuit you rarely had much interaction with actors outside of being on set.

“Are you skipping the after party too?” he asked

Turning back to the chiller you nodded;

“Yeah, not really one for loud parties and all that networking kind of stuff, but kinda regretting it now seeing as we weren’t fed at the show”

“I recommend the Spaghetti with chilli prawns”

“I’m more of a Penne kinda girl myself, but my hotel room doesn’t have a microwave so it's just a sandwich now… and i’ve got a choice of cheese ploughmans or a hoisin duck wrap”

“Eww” you looked back and smiled as you saw his face scrunched up in mock disgust before he offered an alternative; “Hey, I live just around the corner and have a relatively clean microwave… if you wanted to grab something hot?”

Inadvertently chewing on your bottom lip your mind went elsewhere before finally your mouth caught up with your brain;

“Relatively? Sold, Penne Arrabiata it is. Do you want one?”

Nodding to the basket swinging from his long fingers he grinned;

“Already got one, toss yours in, we’ll get the multibuy discount” It was unlikely either of you needed to even consider wanting a discount thanks to good roles and even better salaries, but frugal habits from college and drama school still linger.

Five minutes later you were strolling alongside Ben on the wide pavement, the light summer night sky still showing pale hues of blue and pink as the sun lingered well into the evening.

“You know, I wasn't sure if it was you for a moment, your hair… and the t-shirt…”

You laughed, realising that you probably now just resembled anyone returning home after a night out;

“The ponytail was just a clip in, I shared a stylist with two of the other girls on the cast and got her to take it out before leaving…” you looked down and smiled at the free Netflix t-shirt that the promotions crew had been handing out; “And yeah, felt a bit safer covering up if i was going to be on the tube at night”

The dress you’d worn to the awards had been racy to say the least, and well beyond what your usual attire and comfort zone would include. A black mini dress that although wasn’t obscenely short, still skimmed the widest point of your thighs, and when you turned the sides were lace up like a corset with a similar ribbon pattern up your back to a high collar in a slightly goth style and a deep v to show your cleavage, but when paired with the extra long ponytail and the black stiletto heeled boots gave you a darker and more mysterious style.

"Well, knowing what's underneath…" Ben muttered before catching himself and clearing his throat; "My flat is just across this next road"

A short while later you were standing in his kitchen, dark wood units with white countertops to give a stylish feel but with signs of everyday use; from the used mug waiting on the side to the dish towel haphazardly folded and hanging from the oven handle. You'd watched as he'd pulled the old dormer window up to let fresh air circulate before offering you a drink;

"I've got some beers in the fridge, or i think there's some wine… but that isn't cold, or tea, coffee, water…"

"A beer's fine"

Slipping your heels off you sighed with relief when the cold floor tiles soothed the soles of your feet, turning and bumping straight into Ben's chest as he'd silently crossed the room to hand you the bottle of beer.

"Oouf… sorry"

"That's quite alright Darling. Now, take a seat, dinner service at Chez Benjamin is about to commence"

Giggling, you sipped the beer as you watched him move around his kitchen with a familiar ease, spinning a sharp knife in his hand before flamboyantly stabbing little holes in the plastic cellophane of your pasta meal, popping it into the microwave and setting it to cook.

You moved to the kitchen counter and set your beer down, before sliding your ass onto the countertop as you watched him move around. Conversation started to flow as the minutes on the digital display counted down. When the five minutes had passed you watched as he served your pasta, closing the distance between you with a bowl in one hand and a fork in another;

"Bon appetit"

Laughing you took them from him, watching him as he did the same for his own meal. You chatted as you ate, talking about upcoming projects and mutual acquaintances. The conversation was friendly and a little flirty, and you were finding it difficult to concentrate on little else than the way his long limbs stretched out as he leant against the counter opposite you. When you'd both finished he stood and set his bowl into the sink, then taking yours but pausing;

"You've got a little bit…" he waved his finger at the corner of your mouth, causing you to stick your tongue out to lick it away but obviously failing; "No, it's just…"

Without thinking he put his fingers beneath your chin and with his thumb gently swiped at the small splash of tomato sauce at the corner of your mouth, the soft pad dragging over your lips as you parted them. Almost instinctively you sucked on the pad of his thumb, your tongue laving over the soft part. Meeting his gaze his dark irises burned with desire, the corners of his mouth being tugged into a smirk;

"Good girl" he quietly praised, pushing his thumb a little further into your mouth whilst you worked your tongue against it, fellating his digit before you were both made jump by a knock at his front door, a voice coming from the other side.

“Ben, i’ve got a parcel for you”

He sighed, withdrawing his hand from you;

“Sorry, its my neighbour, he’s probably taken in the courier delivery of a script a new dark Cinderella adaptation I’ve been waiting for”

“Oh, Prince Charming”

He grinned at you as he disappeared into the hallway, hearing him open the door and exchange quiet pleasantries, and as the seconds passed you caught sight of your reflection in a mirror on the opposite side of the room, smiling when you saw the fleck of red sauce still in the corner of your mouth. As you were preening in the mirror Ben returned, silently crossing the room to stand directly in front of you;

“Where were we?” he asked with a grin on his face

“You were failing at your job of getting the sauce off my lips”

“Oh, right, guess we’ll have to go with an alternative method”

Without skipping a beat he leant forwards and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back;

“Hmmn, still there…”

Going in for another kiss, this time he pressed his lips to yours, thoughts of the tiny spec of sauce now forgotten as he repeated it again, his hand sliding up the outside of your thigh at the same time which caught you by surprise, the gasp you let out giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth, dancing with your own as your hands moved to his chest and up to his shoulders, your legs parting to bring him closer to where you sat on the counters edge. As your bodies pressed together his hands moved over your body, one gripping your hip where the other slid between your t-shirt and dress. His fingertips found the bare skin where the ties of your dress laced, his featherlight touch sending shivers through you. When the kiss finally broke and you were left gasping for air, he started to press kisses down your jaw and neck before reaching the neckline of your t-shirt;

“Hmmf, this is going to have to go Darling”

Nodding you went to take the t-shirt off but were beaten to his as his hands tugged on it and pulled it over your head before he dropped it on the counter beside you. When his gaze returned to you he leant back to take in the sight of your cleavage up close in your dress and how it accentuated what you had been given by mother nature. Ben stayed silent, licking his lips before he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck to pull you close as the other strayed to your hip and slipped beneath the fabric of your dress. Like a creature of the night he descended upon your neck, placing open mouthed kisses along your jugular before running his teeth over the soft skin. As he hit your pressure points your hands flew to the back of his head and neck, holding him in place to encourage him as your fingers entwined in his soft brown hair. You were breathless and you could feel your body responding with heightened arousal, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer to your core, desperate for any sort of friction.

“Getting a little needy there Darling?” he muttered against your skin as the hand that had been on your hip moved between your parted thighs to rub at your pussy through the soaked fabric of your underwear. You could do little but to whine in frustration, his fingers the cause of more arousal with little relief. With a chuckle that told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you he hooked your underwear to one side before sliding his long fingers the length of your slit, going back and forth through the soaked folds from your entrance up to your clit where he would oh so gently run the pad of his finger over it only to dip away again.

“Please… please Ben…”

He moved and pressed a kiss to your lips before touching his forehead to your own;

“Do you want more? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I need you inside me”

He chuckled and you felt as he slid his hand down until two fingers were resting against your entrance, teasing your trembling hole before he pushed them gently inside, slowly stretching you. Your eyes went wide as you felt him breach your body and you gasped as his warm breath met your own;

“Oh… oh fuck…”

He only chuckled, rocking his hand gently back and forth and each time sliding deeper inside you. Jesus, ‘how long were his fingers?’ You thought to yourself, your unspoken question answered when he hummed as he found that soft spongy spot deep inside with ease. With his other hand still on the back of your neck effectively holding you in his grasp, you could do little but writhe against his other hand as you clung to his shoulders. His thumb found your clit and sent a shockwave through your body;

“Do you like that? You like my fingers deep in your pussy? Being such a good girl, I can feel you’re so tight and you’re so close, squeezing the shit out of my fingers… Did you want another? A third? Think you can take it?”

“Yes… No… I…”

“Let's try it and see, shall we?”

You felt him pull his hand back a little before the pressure in your cunt increased, the stretch of the tight ring of muscle almost too much, but as his thumb found your clit again you surged forwards and impaled yourself fully on his triple digits.

“Oh, that’s the spirit, fuck yourself on my fingers, you like it deep? Yeah? I can feel you juicing up all over my hand, fucking soaked, can’t wait to get my mouth on you, taste you. Would you like that? You want me to eat this pussy? Get it ready for my dick?”

For a posh boy Ben certainly knew how to talk dirty, his words doing more to turn you on than any porno ever could. He increased his efforts with his fingers and you could feel your orgasm building, moving your hands to grip onto his upper arms and surprised to feel how firm they were, how his innocent white shirt was hiding such potential beneath. Your usual suitor tended to be bigger, beefier, not full gym rat, but they would have an imposing presence about them. This is what had therefore lulled you into a false sense of security with Ben, believing him to be an innocent waif when he was far from it.

As his thumb grazed over your clit one final time you felt the world explode around you, coming hard on his fingers as he swallowed your cries of passion with a deep kiss. With each wave of your orgasm Ben continued to apply pressure to both your clit and g-spot, before you were completely over stimulated and breathless, grasping his wrist with your hand;

“St… stop… I can’t…”

Finally he relented, pulling his fingers free and holding them up between you, sticky and dripping with your liquor before he put them in his mouth and held eye contact as he licked them clean.

“Delicious” he said with a dark smirk

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” you said with a smile as he helped you off the counter, his hands already fumbling with the ties of your dress as he started to walk you backwards through his flat, knocking into furniture, the sounds of things being knocked over on the edge of your consciousness. As you both fell onto the soft bed Ben’s face was buried in your neck, pressing kisses down your cleavage when a sudden loud beeping resonated throughout the small apartment. Ben froze for a moment before he scrambled off you.

“What’s that noise?”

“The fire alarm”

You were on your feet in seconds, hastily pulling the strap of your dress up as you heard banging on the front door, a muffled voice calling through;

“Ben, get out, flat 8 is on fire!”

Thirty seconds later you were both standing on the other side of the street, your hastily grabbed t-shirt and bag in your arms, shivering mostly from the cold but also partially from the adrenaline and shock of coming out of a building only to turn around and see it on fire. Ben had stayed at your side for a few minutes before he started to help his neighbour do a headcount to ensure everyone was out of the building, the emergency services arriving soon after.

Lost in the moment, you were made jump when you felt a hand softly rest on your arm, turning to see a weathered friendly face smiling back at you;

“Young lady, you must be cold, come, we have chai on the stove!”

The residents of the neighbouring houses had come out to see what was going on, and you realised Ben was helping the family in the flat that lived below him to pull their kids out through the ground floor windows. The distant sound of sirens was getting closer, and as the fire engines roared into the street the older Indian woman was pulling you into her house along with other residents of the flats.

An hour later you had your fill of spiced chai, and had been kindly gifted a pair of flip flop sandals to wear as you’d left your heels in Ben’s flat. Thanking your hosts who’d no idea who you were, you called for an Uber as you went to find Ben, seeing him standing outside with some other people who were talking to the fire fighters. You gave him a little wave and he trotted over;

“Hey, are you ok?”

“Yeah i’m fine. I’m going to head back to my hotel. Do you need somewhere to stay?”

Ben glanced back at his place;

“I think we’re going to be fine. The fire was just confined to one flat and the water hasn’t seeped down through to my side of the building”

“Ok, if you’re sure. But just in case…” you fished around in your small bag for the keycard to your hotel room, knowing that the little paper slip it was in had the hotel name and room number on; “Just give me a call, this is where i’m staying”

He took it, before ducking down and pressing a brief kiss to your lips;

“Message me when you’re back ok?”

“Sure”

You woke to a loud knocking on your hotel room door. You’d slept fitfully, even having a shower in the middle of the night to try to help relax your mind, but it hadn’t helped.

“Okay okay i’m coming” grabbing the Netflix t-shirt you pulled it on, grateful it came to your thighs as you slept naked. Peering through the spy hole in the door you were surprised to see Ben standing outside, opening the door you greeted him;

“Ben, what are you…?”

He held up your shoes;

“Just getting some practice in for my next role, bringing Cinders her slippers”

Although it was early morning and the hallway was deserted, you were aware paparazzi were known to creep the hallways of hotels after awards shows, so grabbed Ben by his shirt and pulled him into the room.

“Oh” he raised his eyebrows as he allowed you to manhandle him, but that was the sum total of the control he allowed as you immediately found yourself pressed to the wall, his lips finding yours.

The lingering scent of smoke still clung to him, but as his hand strayed to the hem of your tee it didn’t matter, instead you wound your fingers through his soft brown hair, pulling him closer as his massive hands gripped at your hips. His kisses moved to your cheek and neck before you felt his lips against your ear;

“No panties?”

“I… I sleep naked, i just threw this on to answer the door”

His hand moved between your thighs, long fingers quickly teasing through your folds;

“Already soaking wet”

“I need you, right now”

Your fingers were on his jeans and with practised skill you had unzipped him, letting his jeans fall to the floor as you pushed his boxers down enough to free his shaft. He pulled your t-shirt over your head before you were immediately back, grasping him as you relished the feel of his hardness in your hands.

“You done playing yet? I wanna get it wet”

You smirked;

“Sarcastic much?”

He didn’t answer, instead he grabbed one of your legs and pulled it over his hip, bending his knees a little before he was able to slide his shaft through your folds. Bumping at your clit he grinned as you gasped, before the smirk on his face turned darker and he rolled his hips, pushing himself inside you.

You both stilled for a moment, your bodies getting used to being joined carnally. With one hand on your hip his other strayed to your breasts, squeezing them roughly before rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The slight pain only accentuated your arousal, your body wanting to push ever closer to him for more stimulation. All the while he worked his narrow hips, thrusting into your pliable body as you took him so well. Your foot could barely touch the floor, on tiptoes you grasped at his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling, surprised when he grabbed your leg and lifted it so he was now completely holding you up as he pressed you to the wall.

“So good, your cunt is like a vice, i could spend all day in here, fucking load after load of cum into you. You got an interview later? I want you in a dress with no panties, so i know millions of people will be completely unaware of my cum dripping down your thigh, my seed marking you”

You pressed your head back to the wall, almost overwhelmed from everything and that’s when you felt his finger rubbing against your clit;

“Need you to cum for me”

You whimpered, you could feel the pleasure building within you, knowing it would only take a couple more thrusts for you to flood his shaft;

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, that’s it, keep doing that…. Oh my god, Bennnnnnnnn”

You came violently, clinging to his shoulders as your body shook, waves of euphoria flowing through your body. Just as you were coming down, still floating on echoes of your orgasm, Ben’s thrusts grew erratic, his quiet curses under his breath before he pulled out and you watch as he came over your mound, coating you in his creamy spend.

Breathless he rested his forehead against yours, and in a moment of clarity you gently pushed his hair out of his face;

“So what happened to filling me with load after load?”

“Almost-nut clarity… consent, grown up conversations we should have had first about contraception…”

You pressed a kiss to his lips;

“You fuck like a roughneck but have the heart of a gentleman”

Returning your kiss he grinned against your lips;

“I want to fuck you again”

“Shower first. You smell like a chimney sweep. How about we shower, order some breakfast on room service, and spend the rest of the morning having grown up conversations and doing grown up things in bed?”

“Sounds perfect” he was already stripping out of his clothing as you started towards the bathroom; “Plus i want to go down on you in the shower”

It was said that only the best after show parties went on until well past daylight the next day, and this was by far the best party you’d ever attended.

#Ben Barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes smut #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes x you

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