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matan4il · 4 months

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Daily update post:

Three more bodies were retrieved from Gaza by the IDF and identified. At least two of them were Israelis taken hostage on Oct 7, who were seen alive in vids published by Hamas as they were being led away, and today it was confirmed that they were murdered in captivity by these terrorists. They were both 19 years old. On the right is Ron Sherman. On the left is his friend, Nick Bizer. In the middle are the last text messages Ron sent to his mom. They read, "Bye mom, I love you all" (followed by five heart emojies), then "That's it," "They're here" and "It's over."

The third body was identified as 28 years old Elia Toledano. He was kidnapped by Hamas terrorists from the Nova music festival on Oct 7. As far as I can tell, there's no confirmation yet of when he was killed.

May their memories be a blessing.

The IDF revealed today how Hamas is trying to lure Israeli soldiers into an ambush in a booby trapped area, with armed terrorists lying in wait: by using child-shaped mannequins, school bags and speakers playing recordings in Hebrew and of sobbing, to make the soldiers think hostages might be held there.

Yesterday, the IDF finished a 60 hours operation in Jenin, where the Palestinian Authority is supposed to be responsible to fight against Hamas and terrorism, but in reality, the PA does nothing. This was the longest IDF operation in Jenin since Opoeration Defensive Shield (Mar to May 2002, which started following a wave of suicide bombings, and specifically after the murderous terrorist attack on Park Hotel in Netanya, where Jews eating a Passover meal together were targeted and murdered). During the operation that ended yesterday, the IDF uncovered 10 shafts leading to terror tunnels. That's not in Gaza. Let that sink in.

Also, if you see anyone saying, "But Hamas only operates in Gaza!" you'll know they're either ignorant or lying. Hamas only rules Gaza, but it absolutely operates outside it.

Another case in point for that last statement, that Hamas operates outside of Gaza, too. Remember that I posted in my daily update yesterday about the people arrested for having intended to carry out a terrorist attack against Jews in Denamrk? We have more info about that now, and it turns out that 7 people were arrested in total, not just 4, and that they were arrested in 3 countries, not just 2 (so in addition to arrests in Denmark and the Netherlands, terrorists were arrested in Germany as well), and most importantly, the people arrested included Hamas terrorists.

Again, let that sink in. When we tell you that Hamas wants to kill all Jews in the world, that's not just idle talk. It's not just a recent statement, either. Here's a Hamas senior stating as much back in 2019, and they also said as much in their founding charter.

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Maybe just as importantly, these terrorists were taken down thanks to the Mossad's work.

So when we tell you that Jews are safer with Israel existing, that's not just in the case of Jews finding sanctuary from danger in Israel. That's true as well. But there can be Jews, even anti-Zionist Jews, who will lead their entire lives outside of Israel, never realizing that behind the scenes, an antisemitic terrorist attack that could have killed them, was stopped thanks to the fact that the Mossad (Israel's equivalent of the CIA) is in charge not only of protecting Israelis worldwide from terrorist attacks, it's responsible for the safety of all Jews. That's the kind of protection people would rob Jews of, when they advocate for the destruction of Israel, or even "just" the destruction of Israel as a Jewish state.

I thought this was a great response. From Letters to the Editor, Los Angeles Times:

Hanukkiahs lit in honor of the Israeli hostages, in the Jewish Quarter of the Old City of Jerusalem, on the last night of Hanukkah (the song is Come Back by Idan Raichel, performed by Roni Delumi, and its chorus goes, "Come back, come back, today / I so wanted you to arrive / I wish you'd come without announcing it this very day"):

These are 26 years old Yovel Sharvit and 27 years old Mor Trabelsi:

They married exactly a month before the Hamas massacre. On Oct 7, they were at the Nova music festival. Yovel survived, but Mor was shot to death in front of her eyes. Yovel participated as a model in a special fashion show, meant to call attention to the victims of Hamas, and especially to the sexual violence perpetrated that day. Yovel wore a wedding dress reminiscent of her own, with blood stains on, and groping hands. The dress also features sentences in Hebrew and Arabic that Yovel heard on or about that day. The dress is torn at the top, as per Jewish mourning customs. The make up artist recreated Yovel's real wounds on her back, and just as importantly, the deadly gunshot wound that killed Mor, on Yovel's forehead.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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soberscientistlife · 4 months

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Happy 75th Birthday to Samuel Leroy Jackson.

Born December 21, 1948, He is an actor and producer. One of the most widely recognized actors of his generation, the films in which he has appeared have collectively grossed over $27 billion worldwide, making him the highest-grossing actor of all time (excluding cameo appearances). He rose to fame with films such as Coming to America (1988).

Jackson is a highly prolific actor, having appeared in over 150 films. His other roles include Die Hard with a Vengeance (1995), A Time to Kill (1996), Hard Eight (1996), Eve's Bayou (1997), The Red Violin (1998), The Negotiator (1998), Unbreakable (2000), Shaft (2000) and its 2019 sequel/reboot, Coach Carter (2005), Snakes on a Plane (2006), The Other Guys (2010), Kong: Skull Island (2017), and Glass (2019). Jackson also won widespread recognition as the Jedi Mace Windu in the Star Wars prequel trilogy (1999–2005), and later voiced the role in the animated film Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008). With his permission, his likeness was used for the Ultimate version of the Marvel Comics character Nick Fury; he subsequently played Fury in 11 Marvel Cinematic Universe films, beginning with a cameo appearance in Iron Man (2008), as well as guest-starring in the television series Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. He will reprise this role in the upcoming Disney+ series Secret Invasion, which is set to premiere in 2022.

Jackson has provided his voice for several animated films, documentaries, television series, and video games, including Lucius Best/Frozone in the Pixar films The Incredibles (2004) and Incredibles 2 (2018), Whiplash in Turbo (2013), the title character of the anime television series Afro Samurai (2007), and Frank Tenpenny in the video game Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (2004). In 2016, Jackson served as the narrator of the acclaimed documentary I Am Not Your Negro based on James Baldwin's writings.

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studentofetherium · 3 months

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okay so my thoughts on the Off and Monster Seasons thing

it's interesting that they're announcing these together as one block, even going so far as sharing a title. it makes me curious how it's going to be adapted, because there's definitely enough material in Off Season for a two cour adaptation, and even more in Monster Season. the PV they released is focused entirely on the Off Season cast, so it's probably just going to be multiple seasons, but i wouldn't be surprised if there was something weird going on. still think it would be funny if they went for the Danganronpa 3 chaos option

the announcement video on youtube was going through all of Monogatari's anime, but interestingly, it had Hana in the novel order, but later kept Koyomi in the anime order

re-use of the old soundtrack. not sure if that's because they got Satoru Kosaki back (he would've been around to be working on the new soundtrack for Kizu, so it's possible) or if it was just because it was recognizable. i think Kosaki coming back is more likely than Kei Haneoka, since he's been busy ever since Monogatari ended

now let's talk about the poster

once again, i find it remarkable that the name is "Off and Monster Season". no other season was formatted like this, which really makes me curious why

2024! we don't have to wait long for this. if i had to guess, since i'm not seeing a more specific date, it'll air in the fall

the text on the side of the poster reads "Monogatari series restart". they're making a point of the hiatus the series has had since 2018/2019

the actual poster: in order, we see Nadeko, Tsukihi, Mayoi, Suruga, and Yotsugi

Nadeko makes sense. promising tease for Nademonogatari, but the notebook also ties a bit into Tsukihi Undo. the new short hair design is great and i'm really excited to see more of it

next to her we have Tsukihi, and again, Tsukihi Undo. i really like her new design! i always liked her school uniform, but this new hairstyle really compliments it. looking forward to her becoming a magical girl

Mayoi doesn't actually have an arc of her own in Off Season, but she does appear in, once again, Tsukihi Undo. her appearance is the oddest here, but i'll get to that

Suruga! still in her school uniform, since she's now only a senior, but oddly, she still has her arm in the bandages. her Off Season arc, Suruga Bonehead, takes place solidly after Hana, and the key art she had for the arc in the novel had her with both arms uncovered, so i'm not sure what's up with that. it might just be that since this is going for "Monogatari's big return" they went for her most recognizable design

and then Yotsugi all the way at the top, the secret protagonist of Tsukihi Undo

so the conclusion i reach is that this is mostly focused on Tsukihi Undo, with three of the five characters being on here to represent that. Nadeko also makes an appearance in the arc, so Suruga is the odd one out, but Suruga is here for her own arc. this poster is very Wazamonogatari-heavy, but if that's where they were going for, then leaving Sodachi off feels very intentional. her arc has her disconnected from the rest of the cast, for the most part, so it could be intentional, or it could be because they have a big design shift for her in mind that they want to save for closer to when the anime airs properly. either way, this really only gives us some basic insight. Nadeko and Tsukihi are the two characters with new designs, and the rest are more of a "here's the other characters you also know". it's possible they didn't want to overload audiences with a bunch of redesigns all at once

on the website for Off and Monster Season, we have a credits list:

Shaft are credited as animation work, naturally

Akio Watanabe is returning for character designs, as is quite apparent from the visual

Fuyashi Tou is credited for Series Composition, along with Akiyuki Shinbo. Fuyashi Tou is a pseudonym used at Shaft, and has been credited on a wide variety of their works, including every installment of Monogatari. Shinbo is slightly more of a real person, so this seems to be about the same as the original series was!

the real interesting thing to me: the director. this was something i was very excited to see, and i wasn't disappointed. it's not Oishi, and it's not Itamura. Monogatari is getting its third series director, Midori Yoshizawa. Yoshizawa is a bit of a new name to Shaft, overall, having started working as an animator around the days of Hana, but she quickly rose through the ranks and was credited as an episode director during Owarimonogatari, specifically for the second episode (you know, the Sodachi one, with all the colors and the stabbing and the hate? very promising for where Sodachi Fiasco is going). she steadily did more and more at the studio, to the point of being the assistant director for the second and third seasons of the MagiReco anime. but! this is her first time as series director! so it's a debuting director taking the lead. looking over her credits, i'm definitely confident in her ability to handle this series

oh and Shinbo is also credited as director. lol

there's some weird stuff here, like Suruga being in her old design, or the lack of Sodachi, or the name, but overall, i'm quite excited for where this is all going. more Monogatari is good no matter what, but even better for it to be promising. i look forward to what Yoshizawa can bring to the series, and i look forward to seeing Off and Monster Seasons adapted!!!

#monogatari

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Rock Bottom Ch 6: Rock Hard

3.1k | Corey x Y/N, Corey x Y/N x Michael x Corey x Y/N | NSFW

Summary: They just can't help themselves 🥵

She turns off the flashlight and slowly holsters it along with her gun. She takes a deep breath, mesmerized by Corey's disheveled, aroused state.

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Check out the art by @cordelium from Ch 5. commissions please don't repost their work without permission.

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Corey watches (Y/N) survey the scene and prays she arrived alone.

Seeing her in uniform takes him back to 2019 when she felt him up at the courthouse. Corey now suspects that before she met Michael, she didn't desperately crave criminal cock. He wonders if she was miserable like him or had a good life. He wonders what her first time with Michael was like. He can still taste Michael's cock in his mouth, and his jaw is pleasantly sore.

Her flashlight illuminates Dr. Mathis on the ground. She kicks him to make sure he's dead - probably not Sheriff's Office protocol. She bends down and puts her fingers on the doctor's pulse through the dry-cleaning bag. Corey quietly stands up, but stays doubled over, holding his bloody hand and pressing his wrist into his stiff, aching shaft.

She's still looking at the doctor, inspecting the scene curiously. Her hand goes to her radio.

"He was a bad guy," Corey interrupts. His voice is even lower and more gravely than usual.

She stands and whips around toward him. "Cunningham, is that you?" Her light shines on him.

She touches her radio and says, "False alarm." It beeps. She comes closer and starts to ask, "What are you-" when she looks through the glass sliding door to the bedroom and sees Deb, the nurse, pinned to the wall.

Her eyes widen and she steps closer to the sliding door. "He was here." She turns to face Corey more directly. He raises an arm to shield his eyes from the light and she lowers it. The light falls down his blue sweater and lands on his unbuttoned pants. Her eyebrows shoot up, intrigued.

She turns off the flashlight and slowly holsters it along with her gun. She takes a deep breath, mesmerized by Corey's disheveled, aroused state. The look on her face says his cock is the only thing in the world that matters right now. He follows her gaze to the swell in his briefs peeking out from his unbuttoned pants.

She approaches and stands right up against him. He doesn't budge. She grabs his ass. Her uniform pants glide smoothly against his engorged briefs while her belt digs into his hip bones. Corey begins to breathe heavier. Before he knows it, his hands are unbuttoning her uniform top. And she lets him. No hesitation this time.

Corey pauses and meets her eyes. "Yeah, he was here," he tells her. "And you don't know Michael as well as you think."

"Why's that," she asks quietly in his ear, uninterested. She pulls him against her and grinds into him. He swells harder and she exhales with a soft moan.

"I sucked his cock," Corey says.

She laughs into his neck and her breath is warm on his skin. Corey sniffs.

She pulls back to look at him, and her smile fades when she sees his watery eyes.

"Holy shit." For a moment, she looks like she's seen a ghost, but one she'd like to fuck.

"Yeah," Corey says. "It was. . ." His lip trembles.

"Yeah," she says softly, looking into his eyes.

She looks at him warmly and touches his cheek. There's a hint of sympathy but mostly wonder. She closes her eyes and kisses his lips. When she looks at him again, her eyes are wild. She licks her lips and takes a deep breath. She walks Corey up against the glass door.

She breathes heavily, looks back and forth between his eyes, cradles his head with one hand, and kisses him desperately, like she wants to suck something out of him.

She reaches into his briefs.

"God," she says half into his mouth when she feels his naked girth.

He thrusts into her hand. He's still painfully hard and her soft skin feels so good. She pulls his cock out and steps back enough to marvel at it, then lowers herself to her knees. She admires it head on then wraps her lips around it. She takes it halfway into her mouth and sucks. A pang of pleasure shoots through his gut. After only a moment, she stops to lustily admire it again. She licks it up and down and massages it slowly in her hand as it weeps. She sucks up his pre-cum and starts to take him into her mouth again, then stops.

"No," she says, her brow furrowing as she thumbs the swollen head. "I need you inside me."

Corey inhales deeply.

Her face is flushed and her chest heaves under her unbuttoned uniform. "Right now," she says to his cock, then looks up at Corey before standing. She grabs a tool from her belt and pries open the glass door. She holds it open for Corey and unbuckles her belt with the other hand.

Corey undresses then sits at the foot of the bed, massive erection throbbing in one hand against his abdomen.

Her cheeks grow even rosier as she admires the pool of blood under Michael's artwork while pulling off her boots. She puts the gun on the bed and lets the weight of her belt and holster send her pants to the floor with a thud. She takes the radio off, turns it down, and throws it in the pile.

She walks up between Corey's knees. He lets go of his cock and she grabs it while he pulls down her soaked underwear, then feels her with his thick fingers.

Corey wants her so bad his face hurts, but he feels guilty about last time. "Are you sure?" He asks.

"God, yes," she says, and the breath in her voice leaves no doubt that she means it.

She spreads her knees wide to straddle Corey’s broad frame on the bed. "You're right. I guess I don't know him."

Corey swallows.

"He wants you alive," she adds.

She grabs his cock and massages her clit with it, breathing heavily.

"You really sucked him off," she says, shaking her head. "That's so fucking hot." She looks like she means it.

She positions his swollen tip for entry. Corey's brow furrows. He wets his lips as his large hands knead her hips.

"Are you sure?" She asks.

Between heavy breaths, he manages to say, "I'd die happy."

Her wet heat begins to engulf the head of his cock. He groans and pulls her hips down.

Her tight cunt sinks onto him and she gasps as her insides make way for his girth. Corey thrusts his hips up and she moans. She feels so hot, so wet, so snug. He can feel every ridge of her walls. She begins to rise up and he pulls her down harder. His breath hitches as he bottoms out. They grind their hips in rhythm.

Red and blue lights flash in the fog outside and Corey's heart jumps into his throat. He freezes and his large hands force her still on his cock.

"Is back-up coming?" He asks her.

She doesn't even look. Her eyes are barely open. "We're good, just fuck me," she begs, rolling her hips into him.

Corey wants nothing more than to do just that, but lights are definitely flashing outside.

"A car's here," he insists. She turns to look but the light cuts off before she can see it.

She sighs and reaches for the gun. "Leave the look-out to me, okay? Fuck me, then we’ll get out of here."

She rises halfway up his cock then sinks back down with a moan and starts rolling into him again. She puts her wrists behind his head, holding the gun in one hand and fingering his curls with the other as she rides him. Corey lets her, but he's hesitant. Law enforcement is definitely on the property.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she demands. She takes his chin in her hand. "Now." She's not asking.

She pauses to rip off her undershirt and bra. Then she starts moving her hips again, her eyes drifting from the window to the artwork. She takes a deep breath and begins riding him full-throttle, moaning.

It feels too good. Corey closes his eyes and they kiss sloppily – So much for the look-out. He kneads her asscheeks and already feels like he could come any second.

A noise outside startles him.

"It's nothing," she says, incapable of caring about anything but his cock inside her. She keeps riding him. A rush of pleasure shoots from his balls, through his chest, to his throat. His ass clenches and he erupts inside her, his strong arms wrapping around her back. He buries his mouth in her neck to keep from making noise. She moans quietly with each pulse of his enormous load. When his balls are empty, Corey slows to a halt. Any other time, he'd be committed to making her come.

"No, no, no, PLEASE don't stop," she begs. She's practically crying.

Corey feels bad. She's already such a hot mess, how long could it possibly take her to come? What's more, if he's honest with himself, he feels so much safer with her walls around his cock, even in this hazardous situation. He hopes she'll finish quickly.

"Yeah," he pants. "Just a sec." Her hips move and his large hands still her.

She twitches around him and he groans from the overstimulation, but a loud crash cuts him off. Corey reflexively tightens his arms around her. They sit frozen on the bed.

There's a scuffle, a man groans, and something clatters to the ground.

Corey starts to whisper, “should we-”

"Shhh. Don't move," she says.

They stay perfectly still for what feels like five minutes. His cock twitches inside her and her nipples harden against his pecs.

They hear footsteps. She lets Corey's cock slide out and slowly leans back to peer across the room. His hands on her hips keep her from falling off him. The blood rushes to his pounding heart and head. Both of them stay frozen, looking toward the sound.

The footsteps resume and get closer, heavier.

A shadow appears.

Then a shape.

It's Michael Myers.

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Michael enters the room with a knife in one hand and something else in the other. He stops to observe the scene, sniffing the air like an animal. Corey should be afraid, but he feels a rush of life and arousal.

Michael approaches the bed from the side, with Corey and (Y/N) both frozen on the foot of the bed, breathing heavily. She's still straddling Corey.

Michael observes them like one of his art installations, then tosses two Sheriff's Office badges onto the bed next to them. Michael stares at the badges, then at them, as though to say, "you're welcome."

His boots thud as he slowly steps to the foot of the bed to stand in front of them. She begins to dismount Corey, but Michael stops her with the flat of his knife on the nape of her neck. Her nipples pucker. Corey keeps his arms around her and watches Michael. There's a prominent bulge in Michael’s suit.

Michael breathes deeply and slowly. He begins to unzip his own jumpsuit. She hears the zipper and looks at Corey with her eyes wide. Corey’s cock rapidly hardens against her clit, and her eyes close with a gasp. Corey can’t tell if she’s scared or excited until she rubs herself against Corey's cock. She’s so warm and slick. Even wetter than before.

Corey swells back to full mast with a shudder. He doesn’t dare move. He glues his eyes to Michael's unzipped uniform. Michael’s breath gets louder and his monster cock falls out. It almost seems to glisten.

Corey is still sitting there with (Y/N) straddling his lap. Michael steps forward and spreads his feet to either side of Corey’s, looming over them. Michael’s large hand on her back pushes both of them down. Corey lies flat while she hugs him with all fours.

Michael huffs, bends his knees, and his hand presses down on the small of her back. He lets his cock fall between her legs and graze Corey’s balls, sending a shockwave through Corey. Michael slickens himself with their combined mess, then aligns himself, holds her down, and plunges into her ass.

Her eyes go wide, her mouth falls open, and she grunts as she’s propelled forward, wetly dragging up Corey’s shaft. She reaches down and nestles Corey's tip in her front door and he gasps.

Michael retreats slightly, then he pulls her back hard onto both of them and she groans. Her cunt is so tight on Corey’s cock with Michael in her ass. Through her thin membrane, Corey feels Michael's every groove and vein right up against his own. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before or even knew he could feel. He rests his hands on her back and gazes into the holes of the mask, taking it all in.

Michael puts his hands down on the bed. He pulls back, then thrusts into her harder, and Corey feels every inch of his monster cock push by. Michael hovers over them, his mask making eye contact with Corey. Corey starts fucking her warm, wet cunt in sync with Michael's rhythm. Corey pulls back while Michael pushes in.

Their bodies drift back toward the headboard. The mattress sinks under Michael’s weight as he kneels on the bed, straddling Corey’s legs, and they keep fucking. With every thrust into her, Michael’s cock firmly strokes Corey’s, and every time, a pang of pleasure shoots through Corey’s ass.

Corey thought his wildest dream was to fuck Michael, but he never could have imagined the intimacy of this moment, feeling the rock-hard silhouette of Michael's cock drag against his own, hot and wet, their balls meeting, the mask gazing down at him.

Their three bodies blur together in synchronicity. Corey grunts and Michael breathes. She groans and wails as she’s fucked by both killers at the same time. They continue pounding her, their shafts sliding against each other through her thin wall.

Michael audibly grunts, making Corey’s balls jerk. Corey doesn’t want to finish yet, but the next time the shape drags against him, it’s too late. Corey pulsates powerfully as he comes. Michael keeps fucking her, rubbing against Corey's cock, slapping into his slowly emptying balls. Corey groans at the overstimulation.

Her walls contract and she moans into Corey's neck. Michael doesn’t let up. The rhythm of his hard, veiny length keeps Corey coming longer than he ever has. Corey groans loudly and she wails. They sound like wild animals as they come together while Michael remains relentless.

Corey tries to kiss her but Michael grabs both her wrists, pulling her chest up and away. He holds her arms out. Her breasts quake as she finishes coming. Then, her head bows in exhaustion and she silently cries, tears falling onto Corey. She and Michael look like an obscene crucifix. As her convulsions fade, he lets her collapse onto Corey.

Michael pulls out, still absurdly erect, but Corey stays inside her. Safe, comfortable, protected.

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Corey is just beginning to catch his breath when his legs are forced open by Michael kneeling between them. His whole body erupts in goosebumps. Michael drags his cock through the frothy blend trickling down Corey's balls, then his wet tip probes Corey’s entrance. Corey is instantly rock hard again inside (Y/N). She whimpers and stays wrapped around Corey’s body, enrobing his hard cock. Michael’s arms wrap around Corey’s thighs.

Michael yanks Corey back on his wet cock, breaching the tight, virgin ring of muscle. Corey hears his own groan echo through the house before he can fully process that this is really happening. Michael plunges into him again. When the swollen tip hits Corey’s prostate, Corey feels like God is physically touching his soul. His eyes sting with tears.

Michael's powerful thrusts into Corey propel (Y/N) up Corey’s cock, then she sinks back down as Michael retreats. The three of them move as one machine with Michael as the engine. Corey feels something building deep inside him.

She moans into Corey's neck and the flat of her teeth press into his skin as Michael’s rhythm bounces her on Corey’s cock. Corey’s prostate throbs harder and harder. He's never been this hard, and he can hear it in her whimpers.

Her tight, wet cunt massages his cock while Michael destroys his hole and rearranges his insides. Michael shows no signs of fatigue. The pressure builds more and more and Corey savors every second.

Something explodes deep within Corey, sending several pulsing waves through his body before his cock erupts again. He groans as the most intense rush overwhelms him and he pulsates enormously inside her. She cries out and contracts around him. She bites his neck and moans into him.

Michael twitches inside Corey and inhales sharply. Michael grunts, then softly groans as his cock pumps violently into Corey, and Corey keeps coming.

There’s a whole galaxy flowing between them, with Michael’s unfathomable load emptying into Corey and Corey’s into her. Michael stays still and quiet as he finishes, while she and Corey writhe and moan into each other.

Michael pulls out and drops Corey’s legs, then zips up. He stands by the bed and picks up his knife, gripping the handle, blade-down. For a moment, Corey thinks this might be the end of his life. But Michael observes them for a few seconds, then walks out.

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Corey quietly sobs. A week ago, he had nothing and no idea what he wanted. He was too tired to dare to dream. Michael plucked him from the edge of death and gave him new life, purpose, and want. And now he's made Corey's dreams come true, and more.

Corey is euphoric. Life makes sense. He's struck by the interconnectedness of everything and everyone and every little moment. For the first time, he's glad Jeremy Allen died that night. He's glad he was bullied and tormented for three years. He's happy to be the psycho. He's proud to be Haddonfield's other Boogeyman. Because all of that brought him to this moment right here.

(Y/N) gently coaxes Corey into leaving. First, they strip the bed and take the linens. There are two dead cops - one in the kitchen, one outside. The one outside is face down in the pool in a giant cloud of red.

He makes her swear not to burn, dump, or even wash the linens. He wants to keep them forever. She's obviously just pacifying his post-coital psychosis when she agrees, but he still appreciates it.

She calls the scene in to dispatch as if she had the wrong address before. Then, Corey leaves on his motorcycle. He clenches his ass as he rides, wanting to keep Michael's seed inside as long as possible.

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staticspaces · 1 year

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General Hospital Part II

Don't forget there is also a video walkthrough, linked here!!

https://youtu.be/JtONs22Nqs4

For our final post, we will be looking at the emergency department as well as some other areas!!

This now abandoned hospital closed its doors permanently in early 2011 and has been sitting vacant and slowly deteriorating ever since. The hospital was founded in 1898 and had numerous additions added throughout the years as the city around it grew in size. In 1963 the hospital was pretty much completely rebuilt and this is evidenced by its current architectural style. In 2011 it was replaced by a more modern facility which at the time would have been state of the art and cost almost half a billion dollars.

This building along with two others nearby were bought in 2013 for $65,000. The company converted one of the buildings into condominiums and later sold the other two in 2019. The building's current owner plans to turn the large former hospital into a long-term care facility but so far, as of this writing, nothing has happened at the site.

An incredible explore this building was absolutely huge with multiple floors and wings with 11 years worth of decay. Inside, the hospital looks like a war zone in parts and has been ravaged by time, with water intruding and causing mosses to grow, walls collapsing and even the wall surrounding one of the elevator shafts had collapsed! Although mostly emptied of its contents, the hospital did still have a chapel, a physical therapy pool as well as various large x-ray machines. With a regular stream of visitors, whether it be kids, scrappers, homeless or even urban explorers, the local police have had their hands full! Earlier this year a group of three teenagers were inside exploring the building at night and lost their way, they ended up having to call the police to rescue them.

In Part II of this abandoned hospital, we visit some of the more interesting areas of the building, including the the emergency department, the morgue, the cafeteria and more! In this the second part, I had a close call where I thought I was locked inside the building but you will have to watch the video to learn more about that!

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chaifootsteps · 6 months

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Vaggie's been my favorite character since I first came across the pilot in 2019, and I don't think I can properly articulate just how disappointing and almost heartbreaking it's been to watch Viv just shove her more and more off to the wayside. I know it's stupid to get so attached to any character that's still in development, especially a female character written by Vivziepop, but... it's still sad, to think of the potential she could have had. Part of me still wants to hope that she won't be completely shafted in the actual show, but I know that's a hopeless endeavor.

The only thing worse than hating a Vivziepop character? Loving one.

You never know, Anon. Maybe she won't get shifted that badly.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #actual blog post

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atamascolily · 6 months

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@sailormiuccia asked for my thoughts on the possibility of new characters in Walpurgis no Kaiten, so let's go!

One notable thing about the original PMMM series is how tightly focused it is on the core cast--while there are still plenty of named side characters who play an important role in the plot, they get only a fraction of the screen time that the Holy Quintet does. I remember reading an early review of the series by a professional critic lamenting how "empty" Mitakihara is, but it fits nicely with the show's theme of magical girls existing in a liminal space separated from the normal, ordinary everyday world.

Ironically, PMMM has a much larger cast than many of the magical girl shows influenced by it, who took that same trend and dialed it up to eleven. PMMM gives us scenes of Madoka interacting with her family, or interactions with teachers and classmates, but the first season of Yuki Yuna is a Hero (2014) doesn't bother to give us any named characters outside the main cast at all; many of the adults wear masks on their faces to make them appear anonymous and interchangeable and most of the girls' actions with the shadowy organization responsible for the Hero System occurs via text messages. The first episode of Granbelm (2019), a magical girl mecha battle royale, doesn't show any adults at all--only adolescent girls--in its first episode at all. And so on.

Because PMMM is so tightly focused on its main cast, introducing new characters is a challenge. Rebellion has only one new character, the magical girl Nagisa Momoe--although I would argue she is not a completely new character, but a recontextualization of a character we already know, Charlotte the Dessert Witch. This allows her to slide nicely into the action with minimal exposition (especially important in a movie, which has a limited run time compared to a multi-episode series) and explains why she's hanging out with the main cast in the first place via Charlotte's established connection with Mami.

In spite of this, Nagisa has a pretty limited amount of screen time--even if we count her scenes as Bebe, she gets only a fraction of the focus of the Holy Quintet. It's not that her presence isn't meaningful or important, just that she's in the background for most of the movie, placing her somewhere in between the main cast and the other side characters.

This is also why I'm perpetually bemused by the fans who want Hitomi to become a magical girl--not only do we already have plenty of magical girls on the team already, Hitomi's narrative role is to be the Ordinary Friend, aka monster bait. The characters have emotional connections with her beyond what they would for a random background character, and her well-being means something to them--making Hitomi a magical girl would remove that element from the mix completely without necessarily adding anything in return. As anyone who has ever watched the later seasons of Sailor Moon can attest, the more characters you add to the team, the more most of them get shafted or sidelined by the narrative because there's only so much you can cram into a twenty-four minute episode or a two-hour movie.

Right now, Magia Record is wrestling with a similar problem in the current Scene 0 arc, having introduced a brand new character, Mabayu Aki, and positing her as a full-fledged member of the main cast whom nobody remembers ever existed due to as-yet-unrevealed shenanigans. After watching a good chunk of the arc that's been translated into English, it's not clear to me if the writers will be able to live up to this premise--but either way, it demonstrates just how hard it is to bring new characters into a long-running franchise in a way that makes their presence feel both natural and inevitable.

Based on what we've seen so far, I would expect Walpurgis no Kaiten to continue this trend of focusing primarily on the previously introduced core cast (especially Homura), with any "new" characters being alternate versions or recontextualizations of characters we already know. This is not to say that SHAFT can't pull a fast one and introduce someone we've never heard of and with no prior connections, just that it would surprise me if they did--especially given the narrative constraints of a feature film, where every second counts.

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm analysis #walpurgisnacht rising #walpurgis no kaiten

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slow-button-off · 11 months

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Ferrari fucking up Charles Monaco Weekends.

2019 he exits Q1 because Ferrari seem him as safe and don't send him out again. He ends up P16

2021 they do not check the car properly and don't change a part they could've changed without a penalty the left drive shaft. He doesn't get to start the race from pole.

2022 he starts on pole and they shit the bed with strategy in a dramatic fashion.

2023 they get him a 3 place grid drop.

They really really do not want him on the podium in Monaco. Because why else does the same team keep fucking up at the same place with the same driver and never the other driver?

I don't actually think it's on purpose but like come on

#charles leclerc #ferrari

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brookezilla · 9 months

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Watching the Actors and Writers strikes in America is low-key making me sad.

New Zealand’s so-called “Hobbit Law” introduced in 2010 means than no one in the gaming or entertainment industry can strike.

Heck, only recently (2019) did the Government reinstate rights to bargain collectively…

Bare in mind this is all because Peter Jackson and Warner Bros threatened to move filming offshore for the Hobbit… a film saga significant to NZ’s tourism sector (its biggest industry).

Pressure from big corporations have prevented governments from overturning the rule too. So workers continue to be shafted with very little room to improve their conditions.

#writers strike #actors strike #sag aftra #peter jackson

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cyarsk5230 · 3 months

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JESSIE T. USHER & ALEXANDRA SHIPP Shaft (2019), dir. Tim Story

#shaft 2019 #filmedit #jessie t. usher #alexandra shipp #black love #blacklove #blackloveedit #black romance #blacklovegifs #black tumblr #blackactorsdaily #jessietusheredit #alexandrashippedit

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ginandoldlace · 2 months

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HMS Montagu aground on Shutter Rock, suffering a 91-foot (28 m) gash on her starboard side. Unable to free herself from the rocks,

At 02:00 on 30 May 1906 , Montagu ran aground on Shutter Rock, suffering a 91-foot (28 m) gash on her starboard side. Unable to free herself from the rocks, she slowly filled with water; twenty-four hours later, her starboard engine room and all of her boiler room were flooded, among others. Her crew counter-flooded the port engine room to prevent her from listing further to starboard. Divers inspected the hull to determine the extent of the damage, which proved to be more serious than initially expected. The bottom of the ship also received extensive damage, including several other holes and the port propeller shaft having been torn from the hull. The starboard bilge keel was also ripped from the hull, as was the rudder. The wreck rested on a fairly even bottom, so there was hope that the ship could be refloated

Since the Royal Navy had no dedicated salvage unit, it turned to Frederick Young, a former Royal Navy captain who now worked as the chief salvage officer of the Liverpool Salvage Association. Young was at that time the foremost expert on marine salvage in Britain, so he was hired to advise Admiral Sir Arthur Wilson the commander of the Channel Fleet, who had no experience in salvage operations. The navy initially hoped to lighten the ship by removing the medium and small-caliber guns and other equipment that could be easily taken off and then to pump out the water so that the holes in the hull could be patched. By the end of June, some twenty pumps had been assembled on the scene, with a total pumping capacity of 8,600 tonnes (8,500 long tons; 9,500 short tons) of water per hour. Difficulties with pumping, owing in part to the subdivision of the internal compartments and the need to reflood the ship during high tide to keep her from suffering more damage before the hull could be patched, led the salvors to give up the operation

Wilson next sought to remove armour plate from the sides of the ship and to erect a series of caissons , at which point a powerful air pump would be used to blow the water out of the hull. The caissons repeatedly broke free even in mild seas, and the air pump failed to have the desired effect. Her sister ship Duncan herself ran aground whilst trying to help the salvage effort, though she was successfully freed. At the end of the summer of 1906, salvage efforts were suspended for the year, with plans to resume them in 1907. However, an inspection of the ship conducted from 1 to 10 October 1906 found that the action of the sea was driving her further ashore and bending and warping her hull so that her seams were beginning to open, her deck planking was coming apart, and her boat davits had collapsed. Having failed to refloat Montagu, the navy decided to abandon the project. Further material was removed from the wreck, including her main battery guns, which were later re-used in other vessels.The Western Marine Salvage Company of Penzance completed salvage of the wreck for scrap metal over the next 15 years. The court martial convened for the affair blamed the thick fog and faulty navigation for the wreck. The trial was held aboard HMS Victory . The ship's captain, Thomas Adair and the navigation officer, Lieutenant James Dathan, were severely reprimanded, with both men being dismissed from HMS Montagu; Dathan lost two years of seniority in rank as well.The wreck site, which now amounts to little more than some armour plate on the sea floor, is a popular diving location. Divers have also located parts of her gun turrets and shells that were not recovered during the salvage operation. In September 2019 the British Government granted the wreck site—including the steps which had been chiseled out of the cliff during the salvage effort protected status

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xsapphirescrollsx · 8 months

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Sunshine pt. 2

Written: Nov 12 2019

Ray Merrimen x Black Female Reader

10 Years Ago

Ray kissed your neck. His hands drew your palms to his chest as he leaned into your shoulder. You lay upon him, resting your body against his warmth never the wiser of his intentions. He licked the skin there, his hands gliding up the hump of your ass over the smooth skin of your spine until he cupped your face.

“I love you.” His voice was light but muddled in tone. A morning husk that often reminded you of the first time you met him years ago. A younger Ray, a teenage asshole who ditched first period to sleep, only to drag his ass in at the end of third with sleep still in his eyes.

“Ray…” his name always tasted sweet in your mouth. You whispered his name again and it turned into a moan as he kissed you.

You slid down his long abdomen, rubbing the heat of your vee along his taut muscles. You are slick and willing but Ray squeezed your thighs forcing you to stop.

Smooth, his voice silkily rolled over his tongue as he spoke. “Sunshine.”

Though you noted the waxy, perturb tone in his baritone voice. It annoyed you a bit but you felt victorious when his head fell back to the pillow. Your hips rocked front to back over his length, his brown eyes focused on the stippled white ceiling in a haze of lust.

For a moment he laid like that, swept up in you and the heat of your thighs but as you began to grip his shaft Ray’s head rolled back to you while his hands fell to your shoulders stilling your motions.

“I have to go soon. There’s no time for this.” He said.

You kissed his clavicle and then you lightly kissed the warm skin of his pectoral. Ray’s body tensed. You began to lick over his stiff nipple with a wide stroke. “There’s always time for love,” you said softly. “You don’t have to go…” you said between licks.

You felt his hips grind up into you, the length of him brushes against your wet folds. The tip of his cock throbbed, the dull wanting aches shot up his shaft. If your body was the heavenly release, then the lead up was purgatory. He was standing at the pearly gates awaiting entry but there was no time to confess his sins.

It was too late. There was never enough time.

You pulled away from him. The setting gold sun blasted through the window and caught the ebony and crimson of your curls. Horny, ready to fuck as he was he couldn’t help but be reminded him of the little sun catchers on his grandmother’s front porch when he looked up at you. Soft fingers wiped over his cheek as you laid down light feathery kisses along the way.

“Hey, I gotta go.” Ray rasped and planted a kiss on your pouty lips.

Ray rolled you over with a tight grin thinning his lips. Naked, Ray stepped out of bed and began to dress quickly. You curled around a pillow, drawing your legs up close and wrapping your arms into it and wished that it was Ray.

“You don’t have to do this.” You whispered.

Ray glanced back at the bed. You were watching him with those big brown eyes. The sun was soaking into your brown skin and at the same time casting a heavenly halo around your coiled form. He paused, a few seconds considered your words. But it was dumb. Why stop now? You couldn’t understand.

“We don’t have enough. So if I don’t do this you can kiss that car good-bye, those clothes in your closet-“

“Alright.” You cut him off and sat up, your naked breast became exposed but Ray did his best to ignore the flashing extra skin.

“It’ll work out.” He grunted as he hiked his jeans up. His tone is reassuring but leaves little room for that guarantee in you. Crime wasn’t reliable. Sometimes you can get away with it. But most times it can come biting you in the ass again.

When Ray does not come home that night you worry. But it was normal. You always worried too much when he was out on a job. It was the way this worked. 9-to-5’s were not his type. So it was natural for things like this to happen, as thin and uncertain as they were, took time to complete.

But two days later the worry turned to horror.

You tried to make sense of what was happening. Your calls went unanswered, as did your pleas to the accomplices that tossed their burner phones when you came calling.

It wasn’t until the next week when the police crashed into your home. Knock-knock, and then a giant clash of plastic and kevlar and too many masked officers to count that came barreling into your apartment.

They took you in the night. Half-dressed, hair still wrapped and going on little to no sleep they held you in a cold bright cell.

You knew that this was part of the game. If he had ever been caught you swore to God you would never tell. And you didn’t. Even when they threatened to throw the book at you.

And you kept your promise afterward too. After his sentencing you drove one hundred miles to the prison he was housed. You walked in, beaming a comforting smile and holding your head high when you saw him. Being his brave girl. It was the first time to see him in three weeks.

But Ray stared at you from across the sticky metal table in the visitor section. His buzzed hair grown out a bit more, darkness under his eyes to match the plumb colored bruise on his cheek. Little emotion was expressed, he blinked, nodded to your words. Until you finally decided that you too would just sit in silence.

“I don’t want you to come back here.”

Your hands shook but your voice was steady as you softly spoke back. “Why? You can’t think I’m just going to leave you in here…”

“Don’t come back. You’re a loose end.” He clipped back.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me.” Ray’s voice was sharp, commanding.

“So we’re off?”

His voice was still ringing in your ears when he spoke again. “It was never on.” He said flatly.

“I lost my job-“

“Get out.” Ray stood up from the table, hands cuffed in front of his hips and stared down at you from his six-foot five-inch frame. “Don’t come back.”

And after that, you didn’t.

Now

St. Tropez. French Riviera in October. Tourists have all but vanished in the coastal town. You followed Ray’s instructions along the way leading to the sophisticated seaside village. Now you sat in a little bistro near the weekly market. You felt off about it. The Place de Lices buzzed with the hum of people and the smell of sweets, and breads offered there. Your eyes moved the crowds, sometimes lingering for too long on very tall men in hats. You hoped it was him.

You had wished for a week that when you stared at the back of a man more than six feet it was Ray.

And like a kick to the gut you realized that maybe you were wrong about Ray.

Again.

Maybe he had left you once again to figure out what came next.

So you ate a small dinner, drank too much wine and left the bistro heavier than you arrived. You swayed when you walked. Your hair hung in your face, strands of curls stuck to your cheeks, a bit of sweat beaded on your top lip as you struggled to see the path in front of you.

You decided to take the long way back to your little hotel. Might as well take in the sights for what they were. You decided with a hiccup. A dizzy train of thought sped through your mind that perhaps this shit with Ray was off.

Because it was never on, remember? You laughed at yourself as you walked. A tarry, rigid giggle bubbling up from the pit of whirling doubt and moderately priced wine. He had told you that once.

So why were you here?

Your head tilted back, panned your eyes up that darkening French sky as your body became wrapped in the pale yellow glow of lamps along the way. You took the lonely feeling growing in your heart. You could smell the water. The breeze on your skin felt like a comforting kiss from a man you couldn’t wrap your mind around.

And the wine, the damn alcohol was sitting on your stomach. The slosh of it was ignored but you loved the numbing effect inside and out.

You remembered the jail. The day Ray all but said he didn’t want you. There wasn’t much left of that memory. Only the smell of wet dog the jail had cultivated and the icy glare of his eyes when he told you to go.

Now, the only memory that came first when you thought of Ray was him laying on top of you. The two of you wrapped together in an embrace decades in the making that the only sound you could make when you thought of it was a sigh.

The stoic gestures of Ray had always been there, even from the beginning. But this Ray, your Ray, was different now. Somehow more quiet, and more adept at holding in plans meant for the far future that you questioned his actions in the present.

Like now. You hiccup again and then paused along a stone fence. Another wave of the alcohol-induced dizzies you stood there with your face to the sky.

It would have been better to be more on guard.

But you weren’t.

And you were snatched.

Ringing in your ears, a bang from your temple pulled you from a dreamless sleep.

The lack of clothing concerns you but not near enough to truly shock you. It had to be Ray.

You shift around on the soft sheets until you lay flat against the bed. Your head rolled to the left, the right, it looks different than your hotel room. A decent room with sparse decorations, a pile of clothes on one of the chairs in the corner and a lingering smell of men’s cologne.

You think back to the bistro. You were drunk but not wasted.

A shadow. It had been a large shadow from near you along the fence and a prick to your neck had been the last thing you remembered.

The only door creaked, lazily swinging in the southern France breeze drew your eyes back to the right. Along the floor dark leafy shadows swayed over the stone flooring. They seemingly merged into a dark outline against the bright morning sun. It got bigger, swelling in size until the shadow overwhelmed the light.

Around the corner, you could hear heavy footsteps. Ray stepped in with only a pair of cargo shorts and sandals. Water dripped from his nose as his head swept in your direction.

“Good morning,” he said gravelly as he smiled.

“You drugged me.” You croaked and then hold your breath as he began to peel off his soaked shorts.

“Had to—you would fight back.” He chuckled and dropped his box briefs.

Your eyes fell to his cock, limp but quickly gaining girth but you looked back up to him. “Wouldn’t have to fight at all Ray if you would have shown up.”

Ray began to walk toward the bed. Slivers of sun caught the green in his brown eyes as they roamed from the sheet to your bare chest.

“I’m a wanted man.” He pressed his knee into the bed followed by the other. “I had to make sure you weren’t followed.”

You began to gather the sheet up but Ray grabbed it back and pulled hard on it as you scooted back further against the headrest. “You can’t be mad at that.“

Ray tugged again the white sheets slipped from your fingers. And when his lips touched yours any thoughts of the budding animosity was pushed away.

Maybe it wasn’t important. Perhaps now being in his arms was the apology you had been seeking for the last decade that led up to last night.

And when Ray’s tongue licked between your thighs, his thick fingers gripped your silky skin it was a promise. His palms, not as smooth as you remembered, roughly scrapped along your thighs you wondered how long this would last.

Ray lifted his head and stared into your eyes. He rose above you a slight grin plastered on his lips under the slick of you and spit he mumbled: "I’ve missed you.” and then kissed your lips, ducked his tongue inside your mouth.

He was inside you before another kiss. No warning to the power you knew he held there. He pushed harder driving his length deeper. Desperately you clung to him letting him take what was his.

Your Ray missed you.

He was close. His hardening cock, the fevered thrusts. Ray was lost in you.

You missed him too. You watched his hooded eyes stare into your mouth, his eyes fluttered with his final pump filling you with warmth.

You didn’t cum. But you got something else.

You had your Ray.

Ray falls to the sand.

You smiled hard down at him, you don’t suppress the laugh coming up. In a burst of giggles, you sit back down on the lounger holding your chest and stomach.

He had tried to dig a hole. Not just any hole—THE hole. Little did he know that halfway through its construction he would abandon it only to fall into it hours later.

Ray looked up at you from the cool sand.

“I knew that was there.” He grinned and then got to his bare feet.

Amused, your eyes dance from the hole back to his sweaty face. “You’re an idiot.” You said still clutching your chest from the ache.

“I’m your idiot.” said Ray and sat on the lounger with you and pulled you into his arms.

Your head rested on his broad warm chest. The strong flutter of his heartbeat under your ear and an arm stretched across his waist made for a perfect feeling.

You missed him too.

“Only because no one else would put up with your shit.” You chuckled back, settling into his heat.

“No.,” he said, his voice hummed in your ear over the sound of his heart.

“No, what?” you asked, tilted your head up toward him and the fading grin on his lips.

“No, I wouldn’t want anyone else,” said Ray wrapping both of his arms around you encasing you in his protective embrace. “There’s only you.”

He peered down at you over his cheek barely moving his head before he looked back at the white-tipped waves.

“Donnie wants to meet up.” He said softly, almost under his breath as an afterthought.

But you caught it, and the meaning, even if he did not express it. Donnie was the architect of the last job.

You sit up on your palm and look down at Ray. Your dark eyes burning holes into his passive expression only makes you slap at his chest.

“Don’t you have enough?” you asked. "God, I can’t believe this shit.” You sat up fully now and pulled out of his arms. “You have millions, millions! So god damn greedy, Ray. Why?”

“It’s full proof.” He said, still laying on the lounger his fingers crisscrossed over his chest. He didn’t move, barely even opened his lips as he spoke. “I’m not greedy. It’s for us. Imagi-“

“No!” you shouted, paced over the sand as it gritted between your toes. “This is –“ You turned back to him, still unmoving, and shook your finger at him. “This is for you. Always. You do this shit. The world doesn’t owe you, Ray. You can’t just steal what you want as if it doesn’t matter. Do you want them to catch up with you? To us? I can imagine that!”

You dragged yourself, dejectedly, away from Ray on the beach. You felt the sadness, the disrespect rising up from the pit of your stomach. And even when you returned to the room it hadn’t lessened. Instead, your eyes swept around to the messy bed, a pile of Ray’s clothes on the floor, and an empty bottle of wine taking in the mess he had left behind.

He was always leaving shit behind.

Even you.

“You’re right.”

You turned around to find Ray standing there. His expression still passive he stared at you, he ducked his hands into his cargo pockets and waited.

It concerned you he was so easily swayed. That was not the Ray you were used to dealing with. Not the man of the past who would have gleefully left you behind to follow his own path.

“I’m right about what?” you asked, crossed your arms over your chest and studied him.

“About that job. About me…I don’t want to be that anymore.” He said simply and took a long step near you. “You’re enough.”

You were impossible to look away from. Dark coils sweeping over your damp forehead, your brown eyes watching lovingly over the scene, a happy smile pulling your full lips over white teeth.

It was a dream. Ray decided this moment right here superseded all other moments. Not even the wedding, the birth of the second or even the third kid could compare to this moment.

You lifted your skirt, squatted down near the creation one of his sons had constructed. He was smart like you, reckless like his father and Ray stared as your hand moved the little door open and closed on the castle of wood and stone he had created.

The Alps stood, gray rock and snow-capped peaks, in majestic contrast against the vivid green pastors, and the wood homes billowing smoke from their well-worn chimneys.

The oldest and tallest of the bunch ran over pushed on the shoulders of the youngest son playfully. Fighting brothers, but best friends, he teased his younger brother before clapping him on the back.

You stood watching them. Hands on your wide hips you gazed at them tease each other, Ray was sure you were remembering their birth and imagining the kind of men they would grow to be. You loved to talk about it. Sometimes, in the dusk of sleep, you muttered to the air of how much they looked like him.

A girl, the youngest, about five years old bounded down the hill from the house and wrapped her arms around your waist.

Chestnut curls caught the wind, blew around her rounded chubby face as she turned to Ray.

She pushed off from you and ran toward Ray and into his arms where he willfully pulled her on to his lap. Her small hand wrapped around his four fingers, squinting she stared up at Ray stroked his smooth face before pinching his chin.

Ray tickled her, under the arms around the ribs sending her screaming in a fight of giggles back to her mother. Ray’s eyes followed and then landed back on you.

The little nick-name he used seemed fitting more than ever. The white alpine rays of the sun steadily cascaded under the horizon turned orange and yellow. Your skin absorbed the light, shined more beautiful than he had ever seen it. His sunshine.

You were enough.

#Ray Merrimen #Ray Merrimen x Black Reader #Ray Merrimen x Black!Reader

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