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Teacher’s Pet

Summary: Your relationship had to start somewhere.

Characters: Professor!Andy Barber x F!Student!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: student/teacher relationship, reader is 18, sexual tension, explicit sexual content, Andy being the best goddamn teacher ever (you’ll see), male masturbation, a little female masturbation, nipple sucking, brief insight to reader’s unhinged yet impressionable mind, bit of cum eating, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Well it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Sorry I’ve been so shit at updating, hoping this makes up for it. Set in the same universe as, and serves as a prequel to, If I Can’t Have You. You don’t have to read that first for this to make sense, or even read this first and then read the other. That, I’ll leave up to you! This was heavily inspired by this post and the comments I made in response to this reblog. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

You’ve been in close proximity to Andy many times before, but sitting across from him now, somehow feels more intimate and personal. You’re used to being surrounded by other students, members of the faculty but here— in this quiet diner— it’s just the two of you, talking about your hobbies and aspirations. 

He takes such an interest in you, he feels like more than just your professor— he feels like a friend. Someone who understands you better than your own parents. Like a comforting hug after a hard day, you feel safe in his presence. Important, special. One of a kind. As if you’re the only two people left in the world and all the spotlight is on you. That’s all you’ve ever wanted since he began to notice you in his classes, for his undivided attention and now you have it, you don’t want to let it go.

“So, if you hadn’t chosen law as your major, what would you have gone for?” he asks with genuine curiosity as he pops a french fry into his mouth. Not once has he asked you a question just for the sake of conversation, he’s truly been interested in your responses. 

“Hm, probably art history,” you answer truthfully and his sapphire gaze sparkles in amazement at you. 

“Art history?” He sounds surprised amid the mouthful of potato and he hurries to finish chewing and swallowing before continuing, “Wow, that’s…”

“Surprising?” you finish. 

“Something like that,” Andy chuckles softly, wiping at the corner of his lips with a serviette. “They’re just such different interests.” 

You give a little shrug. “I guess.” 

“What made you choose law?” 

You’re grateful that he briefly glances down at his plate, breaking eye contact as you toy with confessing the real reason behind your decision. Heat creeps into your cheeks as your lips twitch, threatening a smile and you realise you don’t want to be dishonest, even if it is for something innocent. 

“Honestly?” you pause, sucking in a deep breath. “You.”

“Me?” he coughs in surprise. “Why?”

“I remember seeing a lecture on YouTube,” you explain shyly. “You spoke with so much passion, and you inspired me.”

Andy takes a moment to let the words sink in, and when they do, it’s obvious. Glee radiates from his features like a lighthouse beacon shining out to sea. And you’re the boat sailing towards him in search of shelter.

You can’t take your eyes off the way he fingers another french fry, brings it up to his lips and pops it into his mouth. How can such a mundane action be so alluring? He catches your gaze before breaking it and looks down at his plate, a small smile catching at the corners of his lips. Elation fills your chest at the tiny gesture and you reach for your soda, attempting to stifle your own grin as you take a sip. 

Your stomach does somersaults, the distinct fluttering that you usually get when his thumb catches yours as he hands you back your perfectly graded papers. 

“Thank you,” he offers softly. “That means a great deal.” 

“I’m glad,” you respond, flashing him a timid smile. “You may feel like none of your students really care, but I do.” 

Andy smiles again. “I appreciate it.” 

“And I don’t just mean about your class.” 

The way he holds your gaze over the top of his soda cup makes your core tighten. Like he’s trying with his eyes to convince you not to feel the things you do.

Eventually, he pops the straw from his mouth and clears his throat. “It’s late, it’s probably time I get you home.”

-

You don’t make it home, or even out of the deserted parking lot. One innocent brush of fingers as he holds the car door open for you sees him pulling you into the back of his fancy Audi in between fevered kisses and frantic touches. 

The air inside the car is stifling as Andy’s beard scrapes across your jaw, his lips encased around yours. You sit beside him, desperately clutching at the lapels of his suit jacket as he pulls you towards him by the curve of your waist through your blouse.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathe out when he moves to kiss his way down your neck. You instantly regret saying the words, hoping he doesn’t respect your wishes because deep down, you want this. 

You want his lips lower… and lower… and lower. 

As you feel him pause against the skin of your throat, you hurry to tell him, “Please. Keep going.”

With renewed permission, his hands roam your body, taking the time to worship you in ways boys your age couldn’t dream of. The trail of goosebumps Andy leaves in his wake is proof that he knows exactly where to touch you to elicit the kind of moans that sizzle across your tongue. 

“Tell me to stop,” he mutters between heavy kisses, his hand creeping beneath your blouse. “I’ll stop.” You don’t say anything. You don’t want him to stop. Ever. “But you just feel so good.” His thumb runs over your pebbling nipples through your bra, circling them until your breasts ache to be touched. 

You encourage him with little whimpers, eager to feel his hands on your untouched skin. Andy expertly unbuttons your blouse and tugs down the cups of your bra. He glances down briefly, smiling at the sight of your bare breasts before giving you what you want. His hands are scalding on your flesh and you writhe in his grip, pushing your breasts further into his palms. His lips trail hot and wet over your collarbone, moving lower as he gently suckles the skin as if he’s trying to drink the flavour right out of you. He finally kisses down over the curve of your naked breast, beyond the imaginary boundary he had set for himself, and you let out a moan when his tongue flicks across your erect nipple. 

Running your hands through his hair, you tug gently on his roots when he takes the hardened bud into his mouth and rolls it between his lips. Flames of heat roll and twist in the depths of your gut as he lets your nipple go with a resounding pop, kissing his way back up your jaw to smother your lips in fresh kisses.

Andy places his hand precariously on your thigh, waiting for you to mutter your consent before smoothing his hand beneath your skirt. His fingers glide over the seat of your saturated underwear as he rubs your clit in slow, purposeful strokes.

You reach down to return the favour, laying your hand flat over his swollen groin, unsure of what to do next. You’re not inexperienced by any means, but you’ve only got as far as over the clothes stuff and a little dry humping. This is entirely new. 

Andy seems to like it though, groaning into your kisses as he pulls his hand out from under your skirt and begins fiddling with his belt. He gently encourages you to look down and your eyes bulge as you take in the sight of his thick, veiny cock protruding from the gap in his pants. 

“I, uh, I’ve never done… this before,” you admit, embarrassed. 

Andy cups your head between his hands and makes you look at him, his soft blue eyes warm and inviting. 

“It’s okay,” he smiles wide, “I’ll talk you through it.” 

You nod silently, nibbling nervously on your bottom lip. He smiles at you and lowers his hands, curling one back around his cock as you glance down at his lap. You watch the way he gently pumps his shaft, his hips bucking upwards ever so slightly each time his hand slips down to the root.

“Wrap your fingers around it,” he instructs huskily, letting go to allow you to take over. You reach out, hand shaking and slowly grip the base of him. His flesh is pulsing hot within your hold. “Yeah, just like that. Now move it up and down.” 

Concentrating hard, you do as he says, sliding your hand up and down to the same languid motion he had shown you seconds before. Andy presses his forehead to your temple, his breath hot and heavy against your cheek.

You think you’re doing well just as his large hand overlaps yours and you blanch a little in shame.

“Mm, like this,” he grits out and begins to move your hand to a rhythm he has already preset in his mind. He tightens his grip around your fingers as his breath hitches high in his throat before letting go to give you the opportunity to continue your movements alone. You keep the pace magnificently, spurred on by the deep husk of the groans rumbling low in his throat.

“Yes, oh good girl, you are a fast learner,” he laughs, and you feel your chest swell with pride at the compliment.

“I have the best teacher, Sir,” you reply, turning to look at him. In a brief moment of brazenness, you press your mouth to his, nibbling along Andy’s bottom lip with a coy smile.

“Fuck,” he growls, capturing you in another heated kiss. “You’re doing so well.”

You don’t know what to say so you just nod, heat warming your cheeks as the praise makes you giddy. With his forehead pressed to yours, Andy grips the back of your neck, keeping your focus trained solely on him. 

“Want you to look at me as I come,” he tells you. “Want you to see what you do to me.” 

Again, you nod. Immediately he reaches out and grabs your hand, stopping you. 

“Are you alright?” He eyes you with concern. 

You swallow hard with yet another nod. “I’m fine.” 

“We can stop right now if you’re not.”

Flashing him a wide, genuine smile you reassure him, “I promise. I just-just don’t know what to say.” 

Andy laughs softly. “I’m sorry I get a little carried away.” 

“Don’t be sorry, I like knowing I’m having this effect on you.” 

He smirks. “What else do you like?” Slowly, he starts to drag your hand back up and down his shaft.

“Um, I don’t kno-”

“Do you like doing this to me?” He lets go, allowing you to carry on pumping his cock by yourself.

“Yes.” 

“Tell me.” 

“I like doing this to you,” you say shakily. 

“Do I feel good?” 

“Mm, yes.” 

“What do I feel like?” 

“Hard. Soft.” You scrunch up your nose, feeling silly but Andy doesn’t share the sentiment. 

“Soft?”

“It feels… I mean, your skin is soft, it’s hot. Can feel you throbbing when I do this.” You run your hand back up his shaft and Andy’s cock pulses, just like you say he does. 

His eyelashes flutter closed. “Oh fuck. Keep doing that.” 

You obey happily, your embarrassment fading the harder Andy starts to pant, “don’t stop,” on a tumbled loop. 

He begins to fuck up into your hand. “Wish this was your pussy.” 

“I wish it was too,” you whisper back, and feeling brave, you add, “Bet you’d feel so big inside me, Sir.” 

“Fuck!” he roars, his face scrunching up tight. “Keep saying that.” 

The way he reacts inspires you to continue. “That I want you inside me?” 

“Ye-yes.” 

“That I want you to fuck me?” 

“Oh shit.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Keep going.” 

You don’t know where the confidence suddenly comes from. Or where you find the words, but they come tumbling out anyway. 

“I’ve wanted you from the first day we met. I dream about you bending me over your desk and fucking me while people walk past your office. You have to put your hand over my mouth to keep me quiet as you make me come all over your cock.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Andy shouts and pulls your face close, his azure stare piercing as he falls silent. He can’t keep his eyes open as his body goes rigid and he suddenly explodes in your hand, his hot gooey seed spurting out in ropes all over his pants. As the last of his spend dribbles out, you slow your rhythm and eventually he sags against the backseat with a loud contented sigh and you finally let go, your hand sticky white. 

You sit beside him, watching his breathing slowly return to normal as his eyelashes flutter softly against his cheeks. It amazes you how much you love the sight of the light dusting of claret to his cheeks and the sheen of sweat across his brow, knowing you caused this. You made him breathless and hot. You made him come. You.

Slowly, he licks his lips, giving you a lazy smile as he opens his eyes. You return it tenderly. 

“Should probably clean this up, huh?” he laughs, glancing down at the mess of his cock and your hand. 

“Got any tissues?” 

“Don’t think I do.”

“Okay, nevermind,” you shrug. Still feeling flashes of confidence buzz through your veins, you bring your hand up and suck his cum right off your thumb, followed by your index finger, making sure to keep your eyes locked with him the entire time.

Andy’s eyes widen in amazement and he sits up, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in for another lust-heavy kiss. “Fuck,” he breathes, “I think I love you.”

It’s meant as a joke. But in your giddy teenage mind, you take it literally.

***

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … February 8

1630 – One of the most learned men of his age, Pierre-Daniel Huet was a polymath—a philosopher, a scientist, a novelist, a cleric, and a member of the Académie française.

Pierre-Daniel Huet was born in the city of Caen in Normandy.At the age of eight he was sent to study with the Jesuits at the nearby Collège du Mont, where he immediately proved himself a brilliant student. He excelled in both sciences and letters, quickly learning Latin and Greek and also developing an enduring love for French literature, especially poetry.

In his early twenties he traveled north, first to Holland and then on to Sweden. In the Netherlands he met and had a love affair with Alexandre Morus. The two young men both had literary aspirations and encouraged each other in efforts to write poetry—enjoying some success. Indeed, Morus later went on to establish a modest reputation as a writer of Latin poetry.

Arriving in Sweden in 1652, Huet was received by Queen Christina, known as the "Minerva of the North" for her erudition and enthusiastic patronage of scholarship. Huet also enjoyed a very successful career at the French court. King Louis XIV granted him a pension in 1663. In 1670 Huet became the tutor of the king's son, the dauphin Louis, a post for which he was exceptionally well qualified.

Huet had founded an academy of sciences in Caen in 1661. There he pursued his numerous interests, studying and writing on anatomy, zoology, astronomy, and chemistry, as well as mathematics.

Huet was the author of the novel Le faux Ynca, ou Diane de Castro, probably written around 1667 but only published posthumously in 1728. He also wrote Traité de l'origine des Romans (Treatise of the origin of novels) (1666), the first history of the novel in Europe.

Noted as a philologist, Huet not only wrote poetry in Latin and Greek but also made numerous translations of and commentaries on ancient texts. His projects included Notae ad Anthologiam epigrammatum Graecorum (Notes on an anthology of epigrams of the Greeks) (1700), an annotated collection of mostly pederastic verse.

Huet wanted a career in the church from his earliest years, but it was only in 1671 that he received minor orders. He was named abbot in 1678 and seven years later was chosen by the king to be bishop of Soissons. Pope Innocent XI, who, as Philippe-Joseph Salazar puts it, "had no time for sodomites. . . nor for humanists who were too well versed in canon law," refused to confirm him in the post.

Under the succeeding pope, Alexander VIII, Huet was created bishop of Avranches in 1689. After ten years in that position he retired to the Jesuits' house in the Faubourg Saint-Jacques (a neighborhood that, as it happens, is now a center of Paris's gay community). Huet spent his last two decades in the Jesuits' facility, where, as Salazar states, "he held court, surrounded by younger men who seem to have helped him pass sweet old years, a seventeenth-century André Gide."

1828 – Jules Verne, born (d.1905); a French author who pioneered the science-fiction genre, he is best known for novels such as Journey to the Center of The Earth (1864), 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (1870), and Around the World in 80 Days (1873). Verne wrote about space, air and underwater travel before air travel and practical submarines were invented, and before practical means of space travel had been devised. He is the third most translated author in the world, according to Index Translationum. Some of his books have been made into films. Verne, along with H.G. Wells, is often popularly referred to as the "Father of Science Fiction".

Some historians and literary critics have theorized certain pederastic elements in the life and work of the writer. Jean Paulhan describes two main themes identified in Verne's work. First, that "in life we must, little by little, substitute in place of our natural father an older and better man than ourselves," and later that we will need likewise to substitute, in place of our wife, a male friend worthy of esteem and admiration. The second theme is that "the entire opus of Jules Verne has, as its purpose and secret, pederasty." His theme is picked up by a later work, that of Marc Soriano, who sees elements of "latent homosexuality, sublimated pederasty, and misogyny" in Verne's writings.

Verne's close and lasting friendship with Aristide Briand, whom he met in Nantes in 1876 when the young man was a fifteen year old lycéen and schoolmate of his son Michel, is also cited as a possible example of his attraction to youths. He frequently picked up Briand from the lycée and brought him to his house, and also used him as a character in A Long Vacation. Michel Larivière, in his Homosexuels et bisexuels célèbres points out an almost universal theme in the novels of "an older and more experienced man who offers support and affection to a young and very handsome boy." Examples of such pairs are Lord Glevanan with the young Robert Grant, in The Children of Captain Grant, the dashing Pencroft with the fifteen year old Herbert Brown, the "brave boy" whom he "loved as if he had been his own child," in The Mysterious Island, and Kaw-djer and Halg in The Survivors of the 'Jonathan,' of whose love he writes: "Halg was the only one able to move this disaffected man, who knew no love other than the one he felt for a child... Is it because they have some dim notion of this disproportion that, despite its resplendent beauty, such an emotion astonishes more than it charms other men, and seems inhuman to them, even though it is above them?"

Another indication of Verne's pederastic or homosexual leanings has been suggested in his purported lack of tolerance for women, who are largely absent from his works, or reduced to insignificance, or subjected to a ferocious misogyny. Likewise, the incident of the attack by his nephew, with whom he had entertained a long term and affectionate relationship, and which was hushed up by the local press, is held to be indicative of either a sexual relationship gone bad, or else an attack of jealousy at the arrival of a new love interest.

In a recent biography, his translator, William Butcher, in presenting evidence for Verne's homosexual leanings, also cites the fact that he only fathered one child, spent large periods of his life and both major journeys in the company of his close friend, the composer Aristide Hignard who was probably homosexual himself, and spiced up his letters to his editor, Pierre-Jules Hetzel, with double-entendres about oral sex.

Neal Cassady (left) and Jack Kerouac

1926 – The American writer Neal Cassady was born on this date (d.1968). He was a major figure of the Beat Generation of the 1950s and the psychedelic movement of the 1960s. He served as the model for the character Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac's novel On the Road.

As a youth, Cassady was repeatedly involved in petty crime. He was arrested for car theft when he was 14, for shoplifting and car theft when he was 15, and for car theft and fencing when he was 16.

In 1941, the 15-year old Cassady met Justin W. Brierly, a prominent Denver educator. Brierly was well known as a mentor of promising young men, and, impressed by Cassady's intelligence, Brierly took an active role in Cassady's life over the next few years. He helped admit Cassady to East High School where he taught, encouraged and supervised his reading, and found employment for him. Cassady continued his criminal activities, however, and was repeatedly arrested from 1942 to 1944; on at least one of these occasions, he was released by law enforcement into Brierly's safekeeping.

In June 1944, Cassady was arrested for receipt of stolen property, and served eleven months of a one-year prison sentence. He and Brierly actively exchanged letters during this period even through Cassady's intermittent incarcerations; these represent Cassady's earliest surviving letters. Brierly, apparently a closeted homosexual, is also believed to have been responsible for Cassady's first homosexual experience.

In October 1945, after being released from prison, he married the fifteen-year-old LuAnne Henderson. In 1947, Cassady and his wife moved to New York City, where they met Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg through Hal Chase, another protégé of Justin W. Brierly's. He soon became friends with them and their acquaintances, some of whom later became members of the Beat Generation. He had a sexual relationship with Ginsberg that lasted off and on for the next twenty years, and he traveled cross-country with both Kerouac and Ginsberg on multiple occasions.

The volume of Ginsberg's writings to and about Cassady is enormous. He dedicated poems to Cassady and his letters are filled with his longing for Cassady.

Cassady first met author Ken Kesey during the summer of 1962, eventually becoming one of the Merry Pranksters, a group who formed around Kesey in 1964 and were proponents of the use of psychedelic drugs. During 1964, he served as the main driver of the bus Furthur, which was immortalized by Tom Wolfe's book, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Cassady was also the inspiration for the main character of Ken Kesey's novel One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

On February 3, 1968, Cassady attended a wedding party in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico. Large quantities of drugs were consumed by Cassady and other guests. After the party he went walking along a railroad track to reach the next town, but passed out in the cold and rainy night wearing nothing but a T-shirt and jeans. In the morning, he was found in a coma by the track. Cassady was then transported to the closest hospital, where he died a few hours later on February 4, four days short of his forty-second birthday.

Cassady's autobiographical novel The First Third was published posthumously in 1971, three years after his death. His complete surviving letters are published in Grace Beats Karma: Letters from Prison (Blast, 1993) and Neal Cassady: Collected Letters, 1944-1967 (Penguin, 2007).

1931 – The American film actor James Dean was born on this date (d.1955). Dean's status as a cultural icon is best embodied in the title of his most celebrated film, Rebel Without a Cause, in which he starred as troubled high school rebel Jim Stark. The other two roles that defined his star power were as the awkward loner Cal Trask in East of Eden, and as the surly, racist farmer Jett Rink in Giant. His enduring fame and popularity rests on only three films, his entire starring output. It's interesting to note one of his rare turns on Broadway included acting in André Gide's The Immoralist.

Today, Dean is often considered an icon because of his "experimental" take on life, which included what some refer to as an "ambivalent sexuality." There have been several accounts of Dean's sexual relationships with both men and women. William Bast was one of Dean's closest friends, a fact acknowledged by Dean's family. Dean's first biographer (1956), Bast was his roommate at UCLA and later in New York, and knew Dean throughout the last five years of his life. Bast has recently published a revealing update of his first book, in which, after years of successfully dodging the question as to whether he and Dean were sexually involved, he finally admitted that they were. In this second book Bast describes the difficult circumstances of their involvement and also deals frankly with some of Dean's other Gay relationships, notably the actor's friendship with Rogers Brackett, the influential producer of radio dramas who encouraged Dean in his career and provided him with useful professional contacts.

Journalist Joe Hyams suggests that any sexual acts Dean might have involved himself in appear to have been strictly "for trade," as a means of advancing his career. Val Holley notes that, according to Hollywood biographer Lawrence J. Quirk, Gay Hollywood columnist Mike Connolly "would put the make on the most prominent young actors, including Robert Francis, Guy Madison, Anthony Perkins, Nick Adams and James Dean."

However, the "trade only" notion is debated by Bast and other Dean biographers. Indeed, aside from Bast's account of his own relationship with Dean, Dean's fellow biker and "Night Watch" member John Gilmore claims he and Dean "experimented" sexually on one occasion in New York, and it is difficult to see how Dean, then already in his twenties, would have viewed this as a "trade" means of advancing his career.

In his Natalie Wood biography, Gavin Lambert, himself part of the Hollywood Gay circles of the 50s and 60s, describes Dean as being Bisexual. Rebel director Nicholas Ray has also gone on record to say that Dean was Bisexual. Consequently, Robert Aldrich and Garry Wotherspoon's book Who's Who in Contemporary Gay and Lesbian History: From World War II to the Present Day (2001) includes an entry on James Dean.

Dean avoided the draft by registering as a "homosexual," then classified by the US government as a mental disorder. When questioned about his orientation, he is reported to have said, "Well, I'm certainly not going through life with one hand tied behind my back."

Jack Larson with George "Superman" Reeves

1933 – The actor, librettist, screenwriter and producer Jack Larson was born on this date (d.2015). He was raised in Pasadena, California and is best known for his portrayal of Jimmy Olsen in the TV series Adventures of Superman.

Jimmy and Clark

He has said that he found the role of the cub reporter to be a handicap due to its typecasting of him. He did not do much acting after that, mostly behind-the-scenes work — writing and production.

He was a guest actor on the series Lois and Clark as an aged Jimmy Olsen in the episode 'Brutal Youth', first broadcast in 1996. He had also appeared in an early episode of the TV series, Superboy.

He also had a quick cameo in an American Express Card commercial featuring Jerry Seinfeld and an animated Superman, (directed by David Kellogg).

In 2006, he appeared in Bryan Singer's film Superman Returns in a cameo role as "Bo the Bartender"; it was rumored prior to the film's release that his role would actually be Suicide Slum resident and Superman fan, Bibbo Bibbowski, a supporting character from the modern Superman comics. In one of Larson's Superman Returns scenes, where characters celebrate Superman's rescue of a plane, his character is shown wearing a bow tie in the style of Jimmy Olsen and hugging the film's incarnation of Jimmy Olsen played by Sam Huntington.

As a writer, Larson wrote the libretto to the opera Lord Byron to music by Virgil Thomson. Larson was the life-partner of director James Bridges. Their relationship lasted 35 years until Bridges' death on June 6, 1993. Prior to that, Larson was the companion of the acting legend Montgomery Clift.

He died on September 20, 2015 at the age of 87.

1945 – France: The administration of General Charles de Gaulle decides to maintain the Vichy government’s decree establishing a discriminatory age of consent for same-sex acts. (straight was 15yo & same-sex was 21 !!)

1951 – Today's the birthday of Rosario Crocetta, the former mayor of the Sicilian city of Gela, and the current President of Sicily. He was the first openly gay mayor in Italy when he became mayor of Gela in 2003. He became President of Sicily in 2012. Crocetta has received death threats in the face of his anti-mafia corruption crusades.Throughout his political career Crocetta has been a forthright proponent of the fight against organized crime in Sicily. Consequently, he has been the target of several Mafia attacks.

In 2003, a plot to kill Crocetta during the patronal feast of the Immaculate Conception involving a Lithuanian killer was thwarted by the local Carabinieri. After that episode, Crocetta was placed under security.

In 2008, a failed plan to kill Crocetta was made public by the district attorney of Caltanissetta; as a result, Crocetta was immediately placed under tighter security.

In 2010, a new assassination plot against Crocetta was thwarted, and five people affiliated with the local Mafia were arrested.

1963 – Joshua Kadison, born in Los Angeles, California, is an American singer-songwriter, pianist, and writer. He is perhaps best known for the Top 40 hits "Jessie" and "Beautiful in My Eyes" from his debut album Painted Desert Serenade. He is the son of actress Gloria Castillo, who was the inspiration behind his song "Mama's Arms."

According to an early press release by EMI, "His maverick ways paid off in 1993 when EMI released his self-penned debut Painted Desert Serenade, a collection of introspective story songs including the break-through single "Jessie" and "When A Woman Cries," already covered by legends Joe Cocker and Smokey Robinson. "I was so used to being outside of whatever was going on that I didn't even think I'd get a record deal, much less have my songs played on the radio." This, from the young man who received the BMI Award for one of the most played songs of 1994. His international hit "Beautiful in My Eyes" is often played at weddings and peaked at #19 in the U.S. Billboard charts.

His second album, Delilah Blue, was less commercially successful. His collection of songs were closer to sonic novels than the ballads featured in his first album; he used John Steinbeck's book The Pearl as inspiration for a song of the same name. The single "Take it on Faith" failed to reach the Billboard Top 10, and shortly after, EMI voided its contract with Kadison.

In 1998, he published his book 17 Ways To Eat A Mango: A Discovered Journal Of Life On An Island Of Miracles and the 5-track-album Saturday Night In Storyville on his own label Storyville Records, selling it predominantly from his website. It was well received in Germany, where he continues to have a huge following. In 1999 he released another album via his website called "Troubador In A Timequake," which was the first CD to include "My Father's Son." He is quoted to have said that it was a song written about his father, Ellis Kadison, who had recently died.

Shortly after, he signed a new deal with EMI Germany and his album Vanishing America was released. The album, released in May 2001, dealt with his disillusionment with the lost values of America. The album was a collection of songs that told stories about people not realizing their own beauty and full potential. Ironically, the album was never distributed in the United States.

In 2005, Kadison relaunched his career on his self-run website "Radio Humanity." He later bought back his previous website address and re-launched it. The Venice Beach Sessions was released as a download-only album in two parts, including a selection titled "Over The Sad Songs;" this was thought to be inspired by his recently dissolved relationship. Kadison has long been openly bisexual, which he once made mention of on his website's forum. The discussion which ensued caused him to shut down the site for some time before it was eventually relaunched. His sexuality does not seem to have affected his popularity and sales one way or the other, and certainly has not diminished either.

1975 – Jonah Blechman is an American actor. He has appeared in This Boy's Life with Leonardo DiCaprio and stars in Another Gay Movie alongside Jonathan Chase and Michael Carbonaro, and the sequel Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild!.

He is probably most known for an infamous kiss with Leonardo DiCaprio in the film This Boy’s Life.

Jonah Blechman's acting career first began when he was just 16 years old. His career began with roles in "The Commish" (1991-95) and "Walker, Texas Ranger" (CBS, 1992-2001). He also appeared in the TV movie "Empty Cradle" (ABC, 1993-94).

Following the release of Another Gay Movie, Blechman came out as gay

Jim Verraros (dark hair) and Bill Brennan

1983 – Today's the birthday of American singer, songwriter and actor Jim Verraros, born in Chicago, Illinois as James Verraros. Both his parents are deaf.

The responsibility of having to interpret for his parents led Verraros to relating more with people older than him, than those his own age. He discovered that he is gay when he was around twelve or thirteen years old, and his sexuality led to him being bullied during middle school. High school marked an improvement for him - he became active in theater and went on to attend Monmouth College on a theater scholarship.

Verraros was a participant in the first season of the American broadcast of American Idol (2002) and starred in the independent Gay film Eating Out (2004).

Prior to competing on American Idol, Verraros kept an online journal, in which he was open about being gay. The Advocate, an American LGBT-interest magazine, discovered this journal and contacted Fox with a request to interview Verraros.

Verraros quickly became a celebrity in the American Gay press because of a controversy that erupted when Fox Broadcasting Company made him remove Gay-related comments from his network-sponsored American Idol web site in the summer of 2002. However, Jim Verraros later stated that "it wasn't because I was gay. It was because they thought I was trying to gain more votes and have that little extra edge." While Verraros was out to fellow contestants and Idol employees, he did not mention his homosexuality on air. Following the end of the show and the subsequent tour, Verraros came out publicly in an article in The Advocate.

In 2005, Verraros met enterpreneur Bill Brennan through Myspace. After learning that they only lived twenty minutes away from each other, the two of them decided to meet in person. Four years later, on September 6, 2009, they married each other in a very small ceremony in their home state of Illinois – despite gay marriage being illegal there. They made it legal on July 24, 2011 in New York.

1990 – US Senate passes hate-crimes statistics act, requiring the federal government to compile data on hate crimes against gays and lesbians. It’s the first US law that recognizes gays and lesbians.

1994 – The European Parliament, meeting in Strasbourg, approves a resolution initiated by Claudia Roth, representing Germany’s Green Party, that affirms a broadly defined gay and lesbian rights agenda, including the right to marry.

[pillowbo]

THIS BLOG IS FOR ADULTS ONLY

Hello and welcome to my Tumblr blog!

Points about me:

My name is Bo.

I am an aroace trans man with an extremely high libido.

I love to indulge in my kinks and write erotic stories.

I am an author and narrator.

Single and looking for a partner.

I use he/him pronouns.

I am autistic.

29 years old

5'4/130 lbs

White

Short blond hair

Blue/Green central heterochromia

Small breasts (A cups)

No plan to medically transition

No piercings or tattoos

No smoking or drinking

For exercise, I like to go on walks and light weightlifting.

I can speak broken French and I'm learning to be fluent.

I like black coffee.

I like to cook and I do it well.

I like the ocean and its aquatic creatures real or legendary.

No denomination (I am open to spirituality.)

Gemini sun/Gemini moon/Sagittarius rising

(Star charts are fun and interesting to me. I don't take it too seriously. If you don't like astrology, there is no need to announce it.)

If you are an adult feel free to interact with my blog.

If you are under 21 I will not message you or respond to messages sent from you. 18-20 are legally adults and are free to like and reblog my posts, but I feel are much too young for me as a man nearly in my 30s to message personally.

Don't interact if you're a minor or if you're an adult who can't take two goddamn seconds to put your age in your bio or pinned post. You will be immediately blocked.

At the very least put adult or 18+ on your blog. It's not fucking hard.

If your account says men dni you will be blocked not out of malice but because I am a man and I want to avoid accidentally interacting with you.

Although I'm open to cis, trans, men, women, etc, you should know I'm mainly into st4t. I am drawn to trans women/transfems in a way I don't know how to articulate for a writer. Perhaps it's the shared experience of being trans that I find to be relatable and attractive. Panty bulge makes me horny.

Aspiring seahorse dad. (I want to start a family that entails myself being the carrier if we get serious.)

I'm open to a LDR and I'm willing to relocate.

I'm up for mutual masturbation. Message me and we can do a session together. We can send pics or we can just chat if you prefer. I'm not comfortable with sending nudes (unless we are dating then I will send you nudes) but I can do scantily clad if you get off on that.

We can talk about writerly things too if you like to read or write. We can talk about each other's interests or how our days went. It doesn't have to be a sexual conversation.

What do I prefer my parts to be called? I call them my tits and cunt. You can refer to my goods however you like. I'm not particular. Although tits and cunt has such a nice ring to it, I had to write it twice.

I will not engage with you in my kinks unless you explicitly say in your bio, your pinned post, or through messages that you are comfortable with it.

KINKS

Objectification

Tickle Torture

Sploshing

Coulrophillia (ties somewhat into the previous two bullets and dressing like a clown or a jester is fun)

Hypnokink

Overstimulation

Edging

Orgasm Denial

Genderplay

Humiliation

Praise

CNC

Exhibitionism

Voyeurism

Dry humping

Monsterfucking (especially slimy wet tentacles)

Spanking

Flogging

BDSM Generally (I am a sadomasochist)

Femdom (although I am open to chatting with Doms, subs, and switches in between, the thought of being owned by a Domme and being her footstool and personal sex toy is kinky af. Yes, woman kick your feet up on me or ride me to your heart's content. I am but a dumb man and your humble servant and-and-and-bo.exe has stopped working)

Domming (I want to Dom as well. You might think this contradicts some of what I've listed already but you know what else is hot? See next bullet)

Wrestling for dominance

WARNING: The above bullets combined will make my brain melt

Not all of my kinks are necessarily sexual if that makes sense. Some of the things listed make me feel good and spacy, or high and mighty. We can figure it out, baby. <3

I am a virgin. I have also never kissed anyone, or been in a relationship before. I know it's unusual for someone my age. You'd think with all of these kinks, I'd have been fucking someone by now, but we could be. If we're a match we can talk about it and maybe we can be partners.

LINKS

My YouTube channel:

I'm a narrator and VA who enjoys reading creepypastas and making roleplays. Please consider clicking the link and subscribing to my YouTube channel for frequent uploads.

AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/bosandaros

Literotica:

https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=7627422&page=submissions

Thank you for being here!

#this post is a dating profile page with kinks #figured I'd lay my cards out

[justforbooks]

The Nobel prize in literature has been awarded to 64-year-old Norwegian author Jon Fosse “for his innovative plays and prose which give voice to the unsayable”. His works include the Septology series of novels, Aliss at the Fire, Melancholy and A Shining.

“His huge oeuvre, spanning a variety of genres, comprises about 40 plays and a wealth of novels, poetry collections, essays, children’s books and translations,” said Anders Olsson, chairman of the Nobel committee for literature. “Fosse blends a rootedness in the language and nature of his Norwegian background with artistic techniques in the wake of modernism.”

“I am overwhelmed, and somewhat frightened. I see this as an award to the literature that first and foremost aims to be literature, without other considerations,” Fosse said in a statement.

He also told the Norwegian public broadcaster NRK that he was “surprised but also not” to have won. “I’ve been part of the discussion for 10 years and have more and less tentatively prepared myself that this could happen,” he said.

Jacques Testard, Fosse’s fiction publisher, said on hearing the news: “He is an exceptional writer, who has managed to find a totally unique way of writing fiction. As his Norwegian editor Cecilie Seiness put it recently in an interview: if you open any book by Jon and read a couple of lines, it couldn’t be written by anyone else.

“His fiction is incantatory, mystical, and rooted in the landscape of the western fjords where he grew up,” Testard added. “It’s very important to remember that he writes in Nynorsk or New Norwegian, a minority language in Norway, a political act in itself. He’s also an exceptional playwright and poet. He’s an incredible mind, and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person.”

The Norwegian writer’s English translator Damion Searls said he is thrilled Fosse’s work will now find an even wider audience. “I first brought Fosse’s fiction into English almost 20 years ago. I read Melancholy in German and immediately felt that the work was brilliant and needed to be translated. I found an American publisher and a co-translator, and started learning Norwegian”, he told the Guardian. “I have since translated around 10 books of his, depending on how you count them, including a libretto, a play and a forthcoming children’s book.”

Though the author and translator mostly communicate via email and hadn’t met in person until the 2022 International Booker prize events in London, Searls considers Fosse a friend. “He is the same kind, wise, modest, friendly, supportive person over email as you would expect from his novels, and corresponding with him has always brought me the same kind of peace and serenity his novels so magically impart.”

Born in 1959 in Haugesund on the west coast of Norway, Fosse grew up in Strandebarm. Aged seven, he nearly died in an accident, which he said was “the most important experience” of his childhood and one that “created” him as an artist. In his adolescence, he aspired to be a rock guitarist, before turning his ambitions to writing.

His debut novel, Raudt, svart (Red, Black), was published in 1983. His first play to be performed, Og aldri skal vi skiljast (And Never Shall We Part), was staged at the National Theater in Bergen in 1994. Yet, the first play he wrote, Nokon kjem til å komme (Someone Is Going to Come), would lead to his breakthrough in 1999 when French director Claude Régy staged it in Nanterre.

Fosse went on to become the most-performed Norwegian playwright after Henrik Ibsen. He has written more than 30 plays, including Namnet (The Name), Vinter (Winter) and Ein sommars dag (A Summer’s Day). His longer works include the Septology trilogy, the third volume of which was shortlisted for the international Booker prize in 2022.

Septology, which Fosse started during a pause from playwriting and after converting to Catholicism in 2013, is about an ageing painter, Asle, living alone on the south-west coast of Norway and reflecting on his life. There in Bjørgvin lives another Asle, who is also a painter but struggles with alcohol. The doppelgangers are consumed by the same existential questions about death, faith and love.

In 1989, the same year that Fosse’s novel Naustet (“Boathouse”) came out, the writer taught the fellow Norwegian author Karl Ove Knausgård, who was a student at the Academy of Writing in Hordaland. “Fosse’s voice is unmistakable in whatever he writes, and is never anything if not present,” wrote Knausgård in 2019.

Fosse’s UK publisher is Fitzcarraldo Editions, which also publishes Annie Ernaux, the winner of the 2022 Nobel prize in literature. Fosse’s win marks the London-based independent publisher’s third win in five years: Olga Tokarczuk was made laureate in 2018. The prize was postponed and awarded in 2019 instead due to a sexual assault scandal involving the husband of one of the academy’s former members which led to several members resigning.

Fosse resides between Austria and Norway. He will receive the prize at a ceremony in Stockholm on 10 December. He will receive 11m SEK (£821,209), up from 10m SEK awarded last year.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

#just for books #Jon Fosse #2023 Nobel prize in literature

[incomprehensiblelentils]

i need recommendations for some lesbian movies. My wife wants to watching something gay, but is tired of gay men's movies

oh gosh I am so sorry I'm just now getting to this - I was out of town the whole weekend and got back yesterday evening, when my brain was melting out my ears from the heat. without further ado!

I have categorized this list into a few sections:

Well-Made/"Good" Movies I Can Vouch For

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019): you have probably heard of this, but in case you haven't, it's a French historical drama about a painter who is commissioned to do a wedding portrait for a reluctant bride-to-be. It's lush, emotional, bittersweet, and breathtakingly shot. Content warnings: mention of a minor character's suicide, brief abortion scene featuring a secondary character, one scene of the leads doing drugs together.

Saving Face (2004): This is a lovely film about a young Chinese surgeon who is juggling her secret relationship with the drama her mother causes. Content warnings: intergenerational trauma.

Carol (2014): Again, you've probably heard of this one - it's another historical drama, this one based on Patricia Highsmith's novel The Price of Salt. A young aspiring photographer is captivated by a mysterious woman named Carol. After Portrait came out I find myself not as enamored of this one (I think Rooney Mara is not very good in it lmao), but it's a lovely film worth a watch. Content warnings: period-typical homophobia, Carol's shitty husband.

The Half of It (2020): From the director of Saving Face, this is a high-school coming of age movie inspired by Cyrano de Bergerac, in which a second-generation Chinese girl ends up volunteering to write love letters to her crush, "from" the jock who is also in love with said crush. Some really beautiful stuff about immigrant Chinese families in here, and I was really touched by the friendship between the two leads. Content warnings: racism, homophobia, bullying, intergenerational trauma.

Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017): This is based on the life of William Marston, creator of Wonder Woman, and his partners Elizabeth and Olive. I am given to understand that the relationship between the two women was probably not romantic IRL, but I really love the way the movie treats both the triad and the women as a couple. I also think the BDSM stuff is cute. Content warnings: age gap/power differential romance (two professors and their TA), homophobia including a brief violent attack, brief cancer subplot towards the end of the film.

Summerland (2020): A WWII movie about the bond between a reclusive writer and the young boy she is reluctantly forced to care for due to the London evacuations. I will spoil this for you because it gave me severe anxiety: the lesbians both live to the end, and they get to raise their son together! My main complaint is not enough Gugu Mbatha-Raw. Content warnings: WWII imagery/setting, parent death (offscreen but significant part of the plot), brief child peril.

The Favourite (2018): This is a weird little black comedy about two cousins who are vying to be the favored paramour of Queen Anne in 18th century Britain. It's some fun fucked-up drama. Content warnings: animal abuse/death (toward the end of the film), manipulation, non-consensual drugging.

I Can't Think Straight (2008): I haven't seen this one since college but I remember liking it - it's about two women, one Palestinian and one Indian, who meet and fall in love despite unlikely circumstances. Content warnings: cheating (one character is engaged to a man).

V For Vendetta (2005) - in case you forgot, this has lesbians! Content warnings: torture, attempted sexual assault, hanging, child death, panic attack, homophobia/dead lesbians

Birds of Prey (2020) - Harley Quinn is canonically bisexual! Also I love this movie. Content warnings: cartoonish violence, graphic torture including of a child, child death (implied/heard), implied sexual assault by the villain (of a minor character).

Booksmart (2019): High school comedy about two best friends who decide they're sick of being dweebs and want to go to a cool party before they graduate. I think it's largely delightful and I love the lesbian character's story. However, the subplot with the teacher who has sex with her (19yo) student is BAD and I won't defend it, nor will I judge anyone for wanting to skip based on that. Content warnings: extended non-con drugged sequence (played for laughs/nothing bad happens to them), aforementioned age gap/power differential romance (secondary characters).

But I'm a Cheerleader (1999): Clea Duvall and Natasha Lyonne star in a satire of conversion therapy camps, also featuring young Dante Basco. Personally I think it keeps things light and silly enough not to trigger me with the religious rhetoric. Content warnings: conversion camp setting and corresponding conservative Christian rhetoric, general homophobia, uh, RuPaul is here at one point?

In the Heights (2021): This movie is very much not perfect, chiefly for the colorism in the casting choices. BUT I like that Daniela and Carmen are gay now. Content warnings: racism, prejudice against undocumented individuals, grandparent death.

Movies I Think You Should Watch Maybe - Are They Good? I Couldn't Say!

D.E.B.S. (2004): This is a deeply silly movie about an all-girls' spy school in which the star pupil falls in love with international supercriminal Lucy Diamond, directed by queer icon Angela Robinson and featuring lesbian grandma Holland Taylor as the headmaster. Content warnings: cartoonish (PG-13) gun violence.

Imagine Me & You (2005): This was baby's first f/f movie for me, and so it has a very special place in my heart even though it is Problematic because it's about a lady cheating on her husband with Lena Headey, and also nobody remembered bisexuality exists so they say "lesbian" pretty exclusively and that sucks. Lena Headey and Piper Perabo are so good together though, and I genuinely like everyone in this movie. Content warnings: cheating (one character is married to a man).

Happiest Season (2020): Do not @ me this is MY movie!!! Kristen and Mackenzie are PERFECT. Content warnings: homophobia, manipulative behavior, one weirdly intense interrogation scene with mall cops that frankly should've been cut, mentioned fish death.

A Simple Favor (2018): This movie...it is batshit. If you like trashy drama, you will probably like this movie! Linda Cardellini plays a lesbian artist and I love her so much. Content warnings: manipulation, murder, incest (adult half-siblings not raised together), intense discussion of murder-suicide, gun violence

The Falling (2014): This movie is also batshit and not good, but I need more people to watch it, because I've seen it four times and I have no idea what it's trying to say. It features Maisie Williams and Florence Pugh as British boarding school teens who have an intense "friendship" and then suddenly everyone in the school starts having collective fainting spells. Please, I just need to find the person out there who gets what this movie is doing so they can explain it to me. Content warnings: unexplained medical issues (fainting), seizures, incest (consensual? sex scene), attempted suicide, grief, discussion of sexual assault and trauma therein (secondary character)

A New York Christmas Wedding (2020): This movie is ALSO batshit in a completely different way than the other two, and again, I need someone to explain it to me. It's, uh, sort of It's a Wonderful Life but with a bisexual heroine, and some batshittery along the way? Content warnings: suicide (secondary character), teen pregnancy, weird pro-life vibes, parent death, way too much church, homophobia, Chris Noth

Movies I Haven't Yet Seen Which Have Been Recc'd To Me

Crush (2022)

Pariah (2011)

Ma Rainey's Black Bottom (2020)

Fear Street Trilogy (2021)

The Handmaiden (2016)

#mrdistracted #sometimes I watch movies

[vague-humanoid]

Hannah doesn’t have to call herself a tradwife because she already is one. As such, Ballerina Farm has become the lodestar for those still aspiring to establish an aesthetically pleasing—and, ideally, monetized—pastoral existence. Most of her acolytes are less subtle about their politics, which they assume Hannah shares. In 2021, Morgan Zegers, the founder of the Turning Point USA-affiliated group Young Americans Against Socialism, said that Ballerina Farm gives her “DAILY inspiration on how to live out my values as a Conservative.” On her podcast, Zegers, who recently got engaged and does not have any children, gives “young unmarried women who dream of becoming a traditional wife and stay-at-home mom one day” advice on how to “become an asset for your future family.”

She is far from the only tradwife-in-training who has been inspired by Ballerina Farm. Take Gwen the Milkmaid, a Canadian “ASMRtist” and wellness-influencer-turned-tradposter. “Pov: you used to be a pro-abortion, anti-marriage, lesbian ‘feminist,’” reads the caption on a TikTok post of her rehydrating sourdough starter, “but now you’re getting married to your fav man on earth, love serving him, and can’t wait to make babies.” Like Hannah, Gwen is blonde, posts videos of herself cooking and frolicking in prairie dresses, and emphasizes the difference between her old life and the new one she has built for herself—or, rather, the life she hopes to have built, someday. In one video, Gwen asks God “why I don’t have a fifty-acre farm, seven children, forty chickens and five jersey cows yet.” Lacking a multimillionaire father-in-law, or a dairy cow of her own, she’s forced to churn store-bought cream into homemade butter. Gwen’s videos turn the subtext of Ballerina Farm’s videos into text, as if to compensate for the ranch she lacks: Gwen is proudly antigovernment, antivaccine, and anti-birth control.

Ballerina Farm has also been frequently boosted by Evie Magazine. Billing itself as the conservative answer to Cosmo, Evie publishes articles on everything from “How to Wear Shorts Like a French Girl” to the supposedly rampant child sex trafficking to which the Biden administration has turned a blind eye. In February, they responded to a minor scandal that broke out when details about the Neelemans’ family wealth began circulating on TikTok. The article ends with a full-throated defense of Ballerina Farm. “Our culture has become far too comfortable with criticizing people for being rich,” it reads. “There’s nothing wrong with having money or coming from money. And there’s certainly nothing wrong with using that money to create a beautiful homesteading life that creates useful food, products, and content for people all across the country.” For Evie, the Neelemans’ secret wealth isn’t proof that living off the land is largely inaccessible to the masses but a symbol of the virtuousness of Ballerina Farm’s mission. They have enough money to live glamorously; instead, they choose to live a simple life. That this simple life might be an expensive illusion is never considered.

A month later, the magazine published a treatise on tradwives by Gina Florio, a personal trainer who moonlights as manager to Candace Owens, a conservative commentator whose BLEXIT foundation urged Black people to abandon the Democratic Party. (Owens has also promoted Ballerina Farm on Instagram. Hannah, for her part, reposted the endorsement and later deleted it.) Like Gwen the Milkmaid, Florio is a reformed liberal who wrote for Teen Vogue and PopSugar before she “left the left.” Tradwives, she argues, are superior to “the shrieking, blue-haired protester who wants on-demand abortion and supports the ‘free the nipple’ movement.” She describes Ballerina Farm as the example on which conservative women should model their lives: “The children are blonde and seemingly well-mannered. The father herds cattle in a cowboy hat. And the mother is impossibly beautiful as she milks cows in her overalls, loose braids, and zero makeup.” This is all in contrast to “the average twenty-five-year-old woman” who “lacks basic domestic skills, serially dates multiple men, and loudly opposes manners and decorum.”

To her credit, Florio acknowledges that it’s functionally impossible for most women—even those who want nothing more than to dedicate their entire lives to caring for a husband and children—to fulfill the tradwife ideal. She points out that real wages have stagnated since the 1970s, making it impossible to raise a family on a single income. “We have to really ask ourselves if we want to truly return to tradition,” Florio writes, “or if we want to just fantasize about the perfect trad wife who is both gorgeous and domestic.”

#good article

[pjplayground]

Tragic Mystery

There's a familial mystery afoot, I can smell it.

Bio: Paperjam is an aspiring thespian in their prime. They spend most of their free time working on stuff for their school's current play. They accentuate this eccentric interest with an eccentric wardrobe to match. Recently, his family moved into an old mansion that's apparently been in the family for generations, and his life is about to get dramatic - how fitting for a theater kid.

Basic Info Full Name: Paperjam Bonrad McFadden Age: 17 Height: 6' Gender Identity: Genderfluid (he/they preferred) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (preference for masculine people) Medical Issues: Anxiety, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (PoTS) Can't Leave the House Without: Gum, jacket, beanie, salt shaker key chain, phone, earbuds

Relationships Ink - Father, fairly good Irene - Mother, have conflicting views Undyne - Friend, teases him on the daily Alphys - Friend, they info dump together Burgerpants - Friend, background set buddies Napstablook - New friend, totally does not have a huge crush on them

Miscellaneous Little Facts - The little pins on his hat are little references taken from various spooky/horror movies, can you identity them all? - His favorite flavor of gum to chew is honeydew. - PJ LIVES for salt and vinegar flavored things - especially chips. - They wear a large, old t-shirt for pajamas, and nothing else besides boxers. - When he was a kid, he would take the wax out of candles and mold them into little wax sculptures. He was a weird kid. - The story of Tragic Mystery was inspired by a horror movie called "The Ritual", as well as shows like Gravity Falls as said by Crispy Koala. - PJ's anxiety gives him what he calls an "anxious tummy", making him extremely gassy and his bowels very irritable. Meaning it's not uncommon for him to fart when he's anxious or nervous. - They refuse to eat at any restaurant that doesn't serve some form of chicken tenders and french fries. As they should, honestly. - He has three little pet Cotton Puff Bats named Lock, Shock, and Barrel. - Lock, Shock, and Barrel are fed all sorts of treats by PJ, their favorite being white dragon fruit. - PJ has a mini salt shaker key chain that he carries around on his backpack or belt loop for food emergencies, because he loves salty stuff. - In his closet, he has a pile of old busted up notebooks filled with years of stage play ideas. - He likes listening to music that fits within the umbrella aesthetics of Liminal Spaces and Weird/Dreamcore. - On top of the pins on his hat, he also has a variety of pins that he's collected which he adorns all over his backpack. - PJ plays on an old gaming system - the Cloud Jumper 94 - that his father used to own. He has newer gaming systems but he prefers to play on the old console. - He had a really, really embarrassing goth phase when he was between the ages of 13 and 15. - Due to the severity of his condition on some off days, PJ is a part time wheelchair user. - His mother Irene is a lawyer who believes PJ should work towards a more "sustainable" career. You can imagine how well they get along. - PJ loves horror movies, and doesn't scare easily. - The reason PJ always has gum in his possession is because he concentrates better when doing a minor motor action. - PJ and his friends were all dubbed the weird kids by their peers, so they stuck together. - PJ tries to keep a very collected and aloof demeanor around his friends and everyone else, but that all gets thrown out the window when Napstablook is within ten feet of his sight. - He's very passionate about all forms of art, including painting. But theater is his specialty within the arts. - From PJ's point of view, Blook seems oblivious to his crush on him. Which may or may not be the case... - He stumbled upon his family's potentially dark history by accident while snooping around the new house.

Tragic Mystery was a story created by my friend @thecrispykoala, and may have more content dedicated to it in the near future.

#studentsechoes #reference sheet #tragic mystery #tm pj

[kikaichuno]

Welcome to my Aburame Shino roleplay blog!

About the Mun:

Hello I'm Abyss ○ I'm 21+ years old. ○ My first language is french. ○ I'm away a lot so this blog is on low activity but you can ask for my discord!

Rules:

BUGS TRIGGERWARNING.

If insects trigger you to the point of being mean to me, you are not welcome on this blog. There will be a lot of insects and insect talks.

I’m picky with writing; If you write in first or second person, chances are I won’t roleplay with you. It’s just a personal preference.

If we have plotted a thread and I owe you a starter and at some point, you changed your mind about me and do not wish to interact anymore. Please tell me before blocking/unfollowing me so I do not waste my energy on writing said starter. This can also apply to on-going threads although the issue never came up with those so far.

I won’t roleplay NSFW content with minors.

No godmod (Obviously)

Please if you reblog a meme from me, send me an ask beforehand. I don’t like being used as a meme source.

Verses:

I will write genin, chunin, and jonin Shino (Yeah I made him a jonin) following canon up to Boruto. Per default, my Boruto era Shino won't be an academy teacher but instead, a shinobi doing missions, following his aspiration of fighting someone strong and being accepted among his peers. However, I will follow canon for his hardships, just with a different profession. His looks will be more aligned to the Aburame look, too, so no robocop viser.. (I just find it so weird) I can write Boruto's Shino-sensei if requested though!

Other verses are to be add if I get the inspiration.

#Acceuil

[coco-bean-1218]

Well-Behaved Women Never Make History: Meet the OCs

I had to make a lot of changes on this post so I decided to just start a fresh one. Just a side note, this is my first fic so please go easy on me. I'm pretty much learning as I go. Now, without further ado-

First, we have my main OC- Miss Claire O'Connor. Claire will be a combat medic/surgeon in Easy Company. She's 19 years old and a college student studying Pre-Med and Psychology (what I will be majoring in as well). She aspires to be a neurosurgeon and to lead the way for women in medicine (which will be very difficult for her during this time period). She starts off as a Private and makes her way to Staff Sergeant. She'll have a few love interests throughout the story and at the very end I'll decide who she ends up with. Most of these interests will be short-lived and will end up as just friends.

Next, we have an essential background character-Miss Peyton Nelson. She is Claire's childhood best friend. She is also a college student and hopes to become a journalist one day. The two of them have been best friends since they were in the fourth grade (think Tiana and Lottie but in Michigan). She helps the war effort by serving in the WAACs as a War journalist and Photographer. Again, given the time period, her experiences will be very unpleasant and often unfair. Unfortunately, this period was very unfavorable towards women, especially women of color. She and Claire will often confide in one another through frequent letters. She'll be mentioned quite a lot in the story and will make an appearance or two.

Our next background character- Noah Walters. He went to high school with Claire and is the same age as her. He is Claire's first love, however, they never dated. She's been in love with him since their freshman year. To put it simply she loved him from afar and in silence. It's very possible he felt the same way, but she never found out for sure. It didn't help that they were both quiet and introverted at school. The last time she saw him was the day of their graduation. Claire refers to him as "the one that got away". Most of her regrets revolve around never talking to him more and making her feelings known to him. He joins the Navy right before Pearl Harbor and was on the USS Oklahoma. Thankfully, he made it off the ship with only minor injuries and was soon back on the front lines, participating in The Battle of Midway. The highest rank he earns is Petty Officer First Class. He is also a Machinist's Mate, meaning that he operates and maintains the ship's machinery. He is very smart and has received offers from the higher-ups to work in intelligence, but denied them (mechanics is really his thing). He will be mentioned quite a lot and might make an appearance or two.

Now, our next two are my "later-on characters". They will appear later on in the story and won't be mentioned until their appearances.

Sean O'Leary. A young Irishman from Cork who dreams of being a pilot. He joins the Royal Air Force after The Evacuation of Dunkirk, much to his family's dismay. He will appear in the story when Easy is in Aldbourne (he may also reappear at another time after).

Benoit Desjardins. A young Frenchman from Bordeaux. He dreams of being a famous French actor. Bordeaux was a part of German-occupied France, which makes Benoit a resistance fighter. He appears during The Invasion of Normandy and is a great help to the Allied troops. (He may or may not have a bounty on his head after causing a few riots against the Axis powers during The Invasion of France in 1940 🤫.)

And there we have it! This concludes my "Meet the OCs". Next, I'm working on posting face claims for them. I will also introduce the other characters, such as family and friends that aren't overseas like these particular ones are. I hope every one enjoyed and be on the lookout for chapters, moodboards, playlists, etc.!

#band of brothers #band of brothers oc #band of brothers x ofc #band of brothers fic #well behaved women never make history #wbwnmh #my first oc story #eugene roe x ofc #chuck grant x ofc #my ocs

[brooklynislandgirl]

RULES.  repost, don’t reblog

TAGGED.  @lokitheliesmith  {{mahalo! my dearest}}

TAGGING. Be Fae, steal memes

BASICS.

FULL NAME. Elizabeth Irene Riley (birth certificate: Elikapeka Ailine Alohaekaunei kahanuola'Ilikea'wahine Riley )

NICKNAME. Beth

BIRTHDAY. 28 June

ETHNIC GROUP.  Pacific Islander {Rokea Kinfolk}

NATIONALITY.  American {{Sovereign Kingdom of Hawai’i}}

LANGUAGE.   Beth is fluent in: Hawai’ian Pidgin {her language of choice},  English, Latin.  She’s conversational in: Japanese, Russian, Italian, French, Mandarin and Cantonese.  She can speak some: (modern) Greek, occasional Spanish, Romanian, some Gaelic. She made a point of learning Kikongo, Masalit, and Beria (the first a language of the Democratic Republic of Congo, the later two spoken in Darfur, where she spent time serving with Médecins Sans Frontières {Doctors without Borders}

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Demi-sexual, quoiromantic {{your guess is as good as hers}}

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. n/a

CLASS. 1% Wealthy/Upper class, {{Ali’i class}}

HOME TOWN / AREA. Honolulu, O’ahu, Hawai’i 

CURRENT HOME.  Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York

PROFESSION. ER Nurse, technically has an MD but dropped out during her residency.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR.  Rich dark brown, shoulder length-to mid back. Thick, soft, professionally styled.

EYES. Green/brown hazel {heterochromia}, naturally thick lashes.

NOSE. Small, straight. crinkles at the corners of her eyes when she genuinely smiles

FACE. Delicate features, high cheek bones, wide eyes, clearly bi-racial

LIPS. Soft, full lower lip, perfectly shaped upper cupid’s bow.

COMPLEXION.  Tawny brown/olive tone, a “warm” autumn, with red and yellow tints to skin and hair. Beth, being half Irish and half Polynesian falls under “ambiguously ethnic” and depending on style choices and sun exposure can range from almost a light complexion to deeply tan.

BLEMISHES. She has a fine little series of freckles around her mouth and across the bridge of her nose. Someone would have to look close to even notice them. There are the occasional freckles on her shoulders and down her back, as well.

SCARS. Shark Bite from just above her ankle, to just below of her knee of her left leg. The scar is deep, the muscle within appears atrophied, and a good portion was torn away. The surgery to repair it left her left leg fractions shorter than her right, and when she’s on her feet for too long, she often displays a limp. When she has to make public appearances, or goes to the beach, she will hide it with a minor illusion.

TATTOOS. She has a turtle tattoo whose shell is filled in with the Hawai’ian archipelago and a hibiscus on her left back hip. She has a Tree of Life tattoo just below her neck and between her shoulder blades. She has a three-stud sub-dermal piercing along the inside of her right hip.

BUILD.  Beth barely stands five feet tall, and tends to weigh between 90 and 96 pounds. If someone is being generous, she has been called petite, and slender. Beth sees herself as stunted and scrawny. She is perpetually underweight, despite her natural athleticism, and her curves are fairly modest, though she does have a rather lovely backside by western standards.

ALLERGIES. Bees, penicillin, latex, velvet. 

USUAL HAIR STYLE. Beth hasn’t worn her hair naturally in years, but often wears it up in braids, buns, or pony-tails for work reasons.

USUAL CLOTHING. She spends a majority of her time in scrubs. She often wears business suits, or couture gowns for charitable efforts, but is most comfortable wearing as little as possible: bikinis/sleeveless blouses, long flowing skirts.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. The Dark. Heights. {{Being abandon/rejection/being alone}}

ASPIRATION.  n/a

POSITIVE TRAITS. Beth is kind, caring, soft, compassionate, loving, understanding, charitable. She is highly intelligent, a talented witch, a staunch champion of others. She will go above and beyond for others, and will befriend literally anyone or anything.

NEGATIVE TRAITS. Shy, envious, deep-seated rage, self-sabotaging, self-critical to the point of hatred, exceptionally emotional. Easily feels slighted. Can be clingy, stubborn, or petulant.

VICE HABIT. Chronic insomniac, tends to drink wine to cover up feelings.

FAITH. Raised as a devout roman catholic. Has come to realise most gods are really just unfeeling bastards.

GHOSTS? She knows a few.

AFTERLIFE? Yes

REINCARNATION? Yes

ALIENS? She knows a few of these, too.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Beth abhors human politics.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. She could live happily with absolutely nothing but the earth beneath her feet and all her worldly possessions in a sea-bag. But that’s easy to say as one of the richest people on the planet.

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. She wishes people would quit ruining the world.

EDUCATION LEVEL. Master of Nursing Science. Medical Doctorate {Neurosurgery}. Highly talented Life/Blood witch, near professional surfer, 

FAMILY.

FATHER. R. Admiral Brian C. Riley

MOTHER.  Iwalani Kahanaui Stern {formerly Riley}

SIBLINGS.  Andrew Riley- brother {deceased}, Jayden Morgan- hanai sister, William Manderly brother {unknown}

EXTENDED  FAMILY.  Drinks the Bitter Water - maternal grandfather,  Anakone Kahananui - maternal uncle,  Makaimakoa {Mike} Kahanui- maternal cousin, Tony DiNozzo- paternal cousin,  Aislinn Riley- paternal aunt, Phil Coulson - hanai uncle, Loki Friggjarson, Hela Lokadottir- hanai daughter niece. 

NAME MEANING.  Elizabeth: God is my Oath, Irene: Peace, Alohaekaunei: Love alights here

HISTORICAL CONNECTION. n/a

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS. The Princess Bride but she reads everything

MOVIES. The Princess Bride and Tombstone

MUSIC. Everything but “Death metal”

DEITY. ...next question?

HOLIDAY.  Mabon, the second harvest

MONTH.  September

SEASON.  Autumn/Winter

PLACE.   Kalokoiki, on the North Shore, the Banzai pipeline.

WEATHER. rainy nights, dawn right before or after a storm when the waves are perfect.

SOUND.  The sea, her brother’s singing

SCENT.  lei flower {plumeria}, sandalwood, sea air

TASTE. li ming hui // honey // coffee // blood

FEEL. water // skin

ANIMAL. Cat, turtles, sharks

NUMBER. 3

COLOR. Purple

EXTRA.

TALENTS. Dancing, surfing, knitting, drawing

BAD AT. People. Hearing things in general. Cannot cook to save her life.

TURN ONS. Kindness. Intelligence. Someone who can challenge and engage her. Caresses along the small of her back, biting

TURN OFFS.  Daddy-kinks, roses.

HOBBIES. Reading, surfing, hiking

TROPES. Manic Pixie Dream Witch // A Mistake is Born // Earth Mother // Granola Girl // 

AESTHETICS.  The sea, lava, blood, shy smiles, sharks.

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC. Kristin Kreuk

ALT  FC. This woman

OLDER  FC.   None

YOUNGER  FC. Aubrey Anderson-Emmons

VOICE  CLAIM.  - Kristin Kreuk

#She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms} #{very verse specific}

[tricksterstudies]

. INTRODUCTION .

Hi! My name is Garden ( From main account: @gardenkeeper ), and this is my somewhat studyblr?. I study arts and languages with a focus on the Indigenous languages of Turtle Island

. . . . .

Some information about me:

. My pronouns are he/him. I'm trans and queer.

. I'm 21 years old

. I'm Irish/French-Canadian, from Quebec. French is my native language.

. I'm aspiring to become a librarian.

. I'm interested in both languages and linguistics.

Language information:

. FRENCH: As mentioned above, French is my native language. I specifically speak with a Southwestern Quebec dialect. My interest in French as a language in Quebec falls through the lens of linguistics, seeing how it developed with the influence of French minority languages such as Gallo and Poitevin-Saintongeais. I'm also interested in the history of la Francophonie of North America as a whole.

. ENGLISH: I consider myself to be in the C1 to C2 range for English. I've been speaking it since I was three years old and never made the conscious effort of learning it, and therefore see it as a second native language

. IRISH: I've been actively learning Irish for about a year at this point and fall somewhere in the A2 range. It's currently my main focus and a way for me to reconnect to my Irish heritage. I have a bias towards the Connacht Dialect, but haven't chained myself down to it yet

. GREEK: At the moment, Greek is my secondary focus. I do not spend much time on it, and am only keeping it active so that when I reach a higher level in Irish, I already have a base in this one

. OTHER: I dabbled in Italian as a teenager, but lost most of it, though I can still read it. My next language will either be ( Colombian ) Spanish or Aln8ba8dwaw8gan, depending on my situation in the next few years, and I hope to eventually be able to learn Turkish from Greek. I'm also interested in many other languages, including, but not limited to Tagalog, Catalan, ( Levantine ) Arabic, Icelandic, Norwegian, Breton and Punjabi

. . . . .

I do not tolerate any form of bigotry. If you see me reblog or say something that shows otherwise, please inform me and I will remove the post or correct myself.

. . . . .

#langblr #polyglot #irish langblr #french langblr #languageblr #learning irish #greek langblr #learning greek #langblr intro #language learning #studyblr

[studywithjayda]

About me ✮⋆˙ *

my nickname is jayd{a}

pronouns are she/her

i’m a minor

cancer 🦀

i’m unfortunately british lol

currently studying for my gcses 😰

current effort is 3.9/4 {would’ve been 4 is it weren’t for my bitchy history teacher but oh well}

fav colour palette~ black, pink, red, brown, grey and certain shades of green

i’m an aspiring cosmetic dermatologist or an esthetician

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙

im studying…✮⋆˙ *

english literature

english language

maths

triple science

history

french

fine art

health & social care {ocr}

dofe {silver}

RE

PSHE

korean {in my free time}

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙

why did i make this?

i made this account because i need to be more motivated to study and i believe this account will help me do that! i need to improve some of my grades i believe fully being apart of the studyblr community will give me the resources necessary to do that 🫶🏾 I need to discipline myself and learn to make sacrifices in order to improve my grades and my learning experiences.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙

what will this blog consist of?

this blog should consist of me documenting my school/studying experiences, reblogging anything study related and rambling abt how hard school is lol 🫠💀

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙

anyways so i’m done with this for now. i’ll probably add more to it later. feel free to follow me so we can be moots!! bye for now 💋

📚📇

#study blog #study motivation #studyblr #studyspo #study aesthetic #studyinspo #aesthetic #studyblr introduction #studyblr intro post #jaydstudys

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: Sept 16/22

Happy Friday everyone! It’s been a long week, so let’s just indulge in some fandom, no? Hope you guys enjoy the fics I’ve picked this week!

RECENT MFLs

Mistake by TheKatlocker (M, 2,501 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3 / Tarmac Scene Fix It, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending) – “To the very best of times, John.” Sherlock looked at him with eyes so sad it nearly broke John's heart, hand outstretched in front of him, patiently waiting for John to take it. That's how it's going to end, then.

Cameo by what_alchemy (T, 8,323 w., 1 Ch. || Victorian Soulmate AU || Pining) – Holmes and Watson become embroiled in a case Scotland Yard refuses to acknowledge. 

Stolen by All_I_need (M, 39,412 w., 14 Ch. || Post T6T / S4 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock Adores Rosie, Angst, Child Abduction / Kidnapping, Case Fic, Broken Friendship, Clueless John, BAMF Sherlock) – "He'd rather have anyone but you." - These words, and a letter, is all Sherlock got from John after Mary's death. Devastated and heartbroken, he leaves London behind ... until a case drags him back. And this time, it's personal. To save his goddaughter, Sherlock will have to confront his demons - and the man he left behind.

Siege by PlainJane (E, 55,410 w., 17 Ch. || Historical Omegaverse AU || Slavery, Hundred Years War, Agincourt, Archery, Bonding, Dubious Consent, Consensual Heat, Mentions of Rape, Alpha John, Omega Sherock, War-Related Violence, Mpreg) – In 1415, English archer John of Kenilworth is sent by Lord Mycroft Holmes from the field of victory at Agincourt to protect a remote French castle. Cherinfourde is under some dark cloud and John means to get to the bottom of it, in his lord's name. If only he could stop thinking about the most unusual omega he has ever met.

The Q-Axis by Calais_Reno (M, 81,682 w., 23 Ch. || Parallel Universes / Assassin AU || Alternate First Meeting, Parallel Universes, Espionage, Past Child Abuse, Human Trafficking, Childhood Memories, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Alternating, Minor Character Death) – In the year 2009, an assassin named John Watson leaves a stalled train and attempts to find his way to the surface, following the enigmatic directions of a homeless woman. Once above ground, he begins to notice puzzling discrepancies in the world around him. He calls this new reality the “Q-axis, a world that bears a question.” Meanwhile, an aspiring detective named Sherlock Holmes tries to solve a series of puzzling murders, all of which seem linked to a man who doesn’t exist. Part 1 of the Off-Axis series

#five fics friday #my fic recs #johnlock fic recs

[beardedmrbean]

As citizens of other nations attempt to escape the crisis-hit Sudanese capital Khartoum, one thing stands out: it’s an ‘every man for himself’ scramble.  Armed forces from around the world and across the region are hastily attempting to get their nationals out, but one government – or aspiring government, perhaps – is notable by its absence. That’s the European Union.

That’s odd, because the EU – as distinct from Nato – has theoretically had a variety of different rapid-response forces for decades, way back to the European Rapid Operational Force announced in 1995 (and disbanded in 2012). The latest foolish plan along these lines is French President Macron’s call last month for a European army able to act independently of the US and Nato, including a 5,000-strong “rapid response force”.

In fairness to Macron, he was the one who called the warring Sudanese generals and brokered a ceasefire of sorts, which has helped a lot with the initial rescue efforts. He was pushing on an open door as it was in the interests of both sides for foreigners to leave unscathed, but it was nonetheless a minor diplomatic win for Macron.

Macron, of course, needs every win he can get given the fact that France is basically in a state of insurrection at the moment. The other lever that French presidents traditionally reach for in times of domestic crisis is bashing the US or Nato. Macron’s recent calls for an EU rapid response force could be dismissed as a swipe at Nato, except that he is apparently serious about trying to develop some kind of EU-only military capability.

It’s not the most foolish insult to Nato and the USA that a French president has ever offered – that would probably be the “get out and stay out” call by Charles De Gaulle in 1966 – but it is intensely rude and unhelpful in these tense times. Macron’s apologists would doubtless point to the Aukus pact and argue that the UK and US are drifting away from the defence of Europe; but Aukus is exactly the opposite of that. It is a focus on the real emerging threat: China.  

We must remember that Nato was formed in 1947, the same year that the US Joint Chiefs of Staff stood up to address the new threats of a Cold War world. Today there is talk of creating a civilian equivalent of the Joint Chiefs to manage US civilian departments effectively and efficiently against the burgeoning Chinese menace. France could learn from this sort of thinking.

Anything that undermines the cohesiveness of the West and Nato is music to Chinese ruler Xi Jinping’s ears. Xi knows that his main adversary, the US, must build and strengthen a network of alliances as the red dragon begins to spread its wings. While the current focus is on Taiwan, analysts with broader vision watch the humble deference Putin is showing to Xi out of necessity.

It’s not too soon to wonder about the future of the Russian Far East – parts of which have a Chinese ethnic majority – in the event of a collapsed or badly weakened regime in Moscow. Given Xi’s clear intent to unify China and the Chinese, including Taiwan and elsewhere, it’s to be hoped that the right people in the Pentagon and elsewhere are already thinking about this.  

Such a shift in focus by China could happen sooner than one might think. If we suppose that the current war in Ukraine were to end with the collapse of Putin’s regime, it might not be only Ukraine that wound up joining Nato. A badly weakened Russia, potentially newly free and democratic in that scenario, might ask to join Nato as well. The Motherland would certainly need some new friends in that case. Such an upheaval would bring Nato eyeball to eyeball with the People’s Republic across the soon to be disputed Siberian tundra.  

However things play out in the Ukraine and with China, a strong Nato is absolutely vital to the security of the West – and, bluntly, to the security of France. Nato members must and should shoulder their share of the burden by paying 2 per cent of GDP towards defence: just seven of the 30 member nations currently do so. France does not, for instance. It is shameful that the USA accounts for fully 70 per cent of the alliance’s defence expenditure, and even more shameful that Macron is calling for European members to commit their forces – already too small – to a mickey-mouse EU force structure that nobody will take seriously.

Anything that undermines Nato is playing with fire. Even if enough troops can be robbed from existing Nato commitments or double-hatted, an EU force would be crippled at birth by the very nature of the EU. Agreement on its mission, its command and on actually deploying it would be Byzantine and unlikely to happen.

The EU army would also be hamstrung by the military limitations of its members. The recent French deployment to Mali highlighted one of the major shortcomings of any such force: airlift. In the case of Mali, Britain provided the necessary US-made C-17 and Chinook heavy transports and choppers. Britain’s C-17s are the only heavy long-range military transport planes in Western Europe: Britain’s Chinooks are the only viable heavy helicopters.

Part of the calculation that Putin made when he invaded Ukraine was the ineffectiveness and lack of cohesion of Nato. The concerted response of the US, the UK and many European nations in arming and supporting Ukraine came as an unpleasant shock to him.

That response has not gone unnoticed in Beijing either. Any invasion of Taiwan would involve a 180 km opposed crossing of the Taiwan Strait: a feat impossible without naval, air and missile-bombardment supremacy as well as the complete physical and military isolation of Taiwan. The very existence of a strong and unified Nato makes those conditions near impossible.

President Macron must understand, despite his domestic political problems, that continued aspiration to an unviable EU force independent of Nato and the USA fundamentally undermines the defence of the West. That includes the defence of France.

#nunyas news #De Gaulle got forced to eat crow after the #get out and stay out comment #when he was asked if that included #all our young boys that died for france too

[poputepi]

I'm sorry my blog is so bare bones! I'll work on a cute html theme on PC when I feel up for it. usually on mobile

For now quick about:

I'm Alex, 26 and Greek but live somewhere where they speak French so that's crazy. I love languages and video games and art and music and shows. might make a more detailed carrd about my interests, the day i make a cute blog theme.

here to mostly reblog blorbo & funny posts and other generally nice stuff! my blog is somewhat new but i was here since the mishapocalypse.

autistic, bisexual & trans 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ he/him

Not exactly nsfw but please don't follow me if you're a minor. terfs please block

if we're mutuals please tag spiders/arachnophobia for me, and suicide, especially if it's a joke. thank you so much!

I try to tag quite broadly but if there's anything specific you don't want to see, let me know

Have a great day!

#i used to be #butterflykouka

[lilac-5ky]

Paint it white (Takasugi x Artist Fem!Reader)

A/N: I actually got this idea while drawing Takasugi. As I state further down, he is pure art and so I thought hey, how would he react if he knew about how I spent my entire day and night drawing him? And so, one thing brought the other and here we go, Takasugi with an artist S/O.

man I wish I could draw him like one of my french girls

Plot: Takasugi's partner asks him to pose for her. Will it be an innocent sketching period or not? Spoiler alert: NOT.

Warning: Smut. Minors go do some other minor things, or not, I'm not your mother.

Ugh, this won't do either" Crumbling yet another page of your sketchbook into a ball, you threw it against the door in frustration. You had been seated in this exact spot for hours, trying to draw a single thing that at the very least would make sense to you, yet all of your efforts were in vein. Either your creations lacked symmetry or the anatomy was off or, even worse, they lacked emotion, dull figures staining your pages. Nothing made sense and keeping on drawing aimlessly seemed rather pointless at the moment.

As you were about to give up, the door went wide open, Takasugi entering the room, his room. Looking up at him, you pushed your drawing materials to the side, trying to let go of your frustration, as you got up to greet him. Once you took a better look at him, you noticed that something about the way he carried himself was different. In fact, on second thought, even his face appeared more radiant than usual, a smile trembling on his lips.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

"Hm? Why wouldn't I be? For once everything went according to plan." Takasugi exclaimed, taking a seat by the window. Balancing his back against the frame, he shut his eye, seemingly enjoying the breeze.

The sight of him being this carefree was enough to make you smile. Considering your turmoil of a lifestyle, always being on the run from something, seeing him in such good spirits was a rarity. Staring at him, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander towards the rest of his body, studying him carefully. Now that you were thinking about it, the way he appeared was rather easy on the eyes. His dark puple hair was pushed back, moving along with the flow of the wind while the soft rays of the afternoon sun were coloring his body just right, illuminating his toned chest. The more you looked at him, the more you realized that perhaps the missing inspiration you so desperately needed was right in front of you.

"Then… how about you strip for me?" In a flash, his eye went wide open. You could tell that your question had caught him off guard as he blinked, his lips slightly parting in disbelief. Once he realized how serious you were, he smirked, hands moving towards the belt of his yukata.

"I never expected you to be this eager to sleep with me."

"That's not it!"

"Oh?" Takasugi stopped, his eye keenly searching for answers in your expression.

"I… I'd like to draw you." You stated, praying that he wouldn't scold you. Even if he was your partner, Takasugi remained someone who wouldn't accept such a thing with ease. Even suggesting it to him would be a no-no on a regular occasion, however this time he seemed rather delighted. If there was a time to convince him, then this would be it.

For a second, he seemed to be actually considering it, something that filled you with hope.

"No." His answer, although expected, felt as if he had stabbed your heart, piercing right through your artistic hopes and dreams, murdering all of your aspirations. Immediately, you fell onto the floor next to him, bringing your hands together in front of your face as if you were about to pray.

"Please? I could really use the inspiration, I've been struggling all morning and-"

"Still no."

"But you are the only one who can inspire me! You-"

"Did I stutter? No."

"But, Shinsuke, you are the very definition of art! Everything about you is so beautifully symmetrical, yet intriguing and complex. Your body looks so great as if it's been sculpted by the gods, your facial features so elegant and so uhmm- amazing that could make angels weep in envy. Please give me the chance to draw you, please let me show you how I see you!" Leaning closer to him, you closed your eyes, bringing your forehead on top of his knees.

A minute had passed by and he hadn't given you an answer, until you felt his finger against your forehead, pushing you back until your eyes met his.

"Flattery will get you everywhere…" Oh? "But here." Oh…

Disappointed, you got up, slowly dragging your feet towards the table, picking up your art supplies one by one. It was your fault, really, you should have seen that coming. After all, we are talking about Takasugi Shinsuke, the one and only leader of the Kiheitai. Of course he didn't have time for such nonsense, and even if he did, he'd rather spend his time in a different manner. Still, right as you were about to give up, a glint of hope appeared in your heart, your mind coming up with a rather mischievous idea. Turning your back on him, you caught a glimpse of him staring outside the window, while you made your way to the door.

"It's fine. Perhaps Bansai will be up for it."

No answer.

"Or… now that I think about it, I could ask Gintoki. His naturally wavy silver hair would look great on paper, I'm sure he-"

"Where should I sit again?"

Victory. Biting your lips in order to suppress your smile, you turned around to face Takasugi. He was already standing up, a grim expression carved into his features while he glared at you. No matter how much he hated such frivolities as he'd call them, you knew he hated Gintoki more and losing to him would end up damaging his pride, whether he cared to admit it or not.

"Hmm… how about there?" You pointed towards his futon. It was a shame he had no couch in his room, but then again he wasn't a big fan of western decorations.

Complying, he walked to his futon, sprawling his body across the covers. Once he was in position, you dragged your chair closer to him, placing your supplies on top of the seat. "That's good but let me-" Moving closer to him, you kneeled by his side, as you studied his body up close. Once you'd made your mind about the pose, you pressed a hand against his chest, pushing him until he was laying flat against the futon. Unsurprisingly, he felt quite tense under your fingertips, you could tell that he was at a great discomfort even after agreeing to it. Somehow every time the name of the silver haired samurai was mentioned, Takasugi always managed to lose his composure, a fact you had come to realize with time. Although you could easily abuse that to your favor, you'd rather not do that, forcing him to do things against his will was rather malicious and so was taking advantage of his weakness.

"Relax, don't be so stiff." You could tell that your instruction made him even more tense, his eye narrowing into a slit as he stared at you. Hesitantly, you cupped your hands around his cheeks, gently pressing his head down against the futon. Even when he was fuming, he still let you handle his body without any protests, at least not any audible ones. Lowering yourself on top of him, you placed your hands onto his legs, bending his knees enough so that they were angled towards the wall. Pushing them apart from one another, you spread them slightly, the fabric of his yukata receeding to his thighs, exposing his bare skin.

Once you were satisfied with the result, you took a step back, admiring his form. Although the pose you had him in wasn't anything particularly special, the way he pulled it off was enough to mesmerize you. Despite the look on his face, he remained ever ethereal, a sight that could bewitch just about anyone, that was Takasugi Shinsuke.

Returning to your seat, you picked up your pencil, settling your sketchbook between your legs while looking at him.

"You don't need to take your clothes off just yet, we can do it like this. Just try to keep a relaxed expression while looking at me and don't stress it. You… you look beautiful either way." Turning your attention to the blank paper in front of you, you tried your best to suppress your blush.

As expected, choosing him as your model was turning out to be a great idea. Observing him, your hand begun acting on its own, stroke after stroke capturing his sillhouette as closely as you could within the limits of your paper. Takasugi stayed still the entire duration, a minor exception being the fact that he would occasionally drag smoke from his kiseru, something that you had allowed. If anything, it only helped paint the perfect picture, his fingers elegantly grasping the pipe, lips curling around the tip softly. With time, you could tell that he was easing into it and with your instructions, the artwork before you was turning out nothing short of amazing.

About an hour later, you were peering at a near finished result except of one part; his lower body. You had no trouble drawing his chest and torso, especially when one considered how the man was quite literally exposing it all for the world to see, however when it came down to the area below the waist, memory alone could not serve you well. You needed to see him, all of him, and as intended, you walked once again to him, ushering him to remove his clothes. Sighing, a thin cloud of smoke escaped his lips while you helped him undress, your fingers tugging at the belt of his yukata as he pushed his sleeves off his shoulders in return.

Once his upper half was exposed, you moved towards his waist, unwrapping the fabric around his thighs, letting it fall onto the floor, the only thing remaining to cover his body being his underwear. Glancing up at him, you could tell that he had no intention of assisting you any further, his entire focus being on his kiseru now that it came down to that part. He wanted you to be the one to do it, even when he acted unaffected, the slight smirk on his lips indicated so. Besides, he'd always been the one to thrive on watching your reactions. Oh well, can't be helped.

Lowering your head until your eyes were on the same level as his crotch, you tried your best to make him shift his weight to his side. Grazing your fingers softly over his clothed cock, you traced the fabric in an attempt to locate the knot which held the underwear together. Once you did, you hooked a finger on the strings, pulling onto them carefully while making sure your other hand remained on top of his crotch the entire time. You could tell that your movements were beginning to affect him as you felt him slightly tense up underneath your finger tips. As expected, you thought to yourself, as you got up, his clothes in your hands. Folding them delicately, you placed them on top of the table before returning to your own chair.

"Can you return to the previous position?" He nodded, laying back down, assuming a position that was very similar to his previous one yet not quite the same. Placing your pencil down on the paper, you tried to draw the outlines of his thighs, however the way he was now posing didn't have the same dynamic to it, creating a rift between the two parts of the drawing. This wouldn't do.

Putting your supplies back down, you approached him once again, kneeling next to his body. Running your hands over his chest slowly, you let them rest on his abdomen, stealing a glance at him. He was looking at you, as expected, the only reason why he had assumed this position was so that you'd come to him again, so that you'd touch him again. Doing your best job to seduce him fix his posture, you dragged your hands over his thighs, pulling his knees apart until you found yourself kneeling between his legs. Although you didn't want to admit it, being so close to him was beginning to take a toll on you, feeling your own wetness concentrating within your folds. You'd like to think that having him pose for you had been for simple artistic purposes, yet now you were considering all the different ways he could take you, rather than focusing on the drawing of him which awaited you.

"Anything wrong?" This was the first time he'd spoken to you in a while, his lips curling into a smirk as he peered down on you. Gulping, you shook your head dismissively, wondering to yourself how much time you'd spent staring at his cock. This was embarrassing even for you, to be having such intrusive and lewd thoughts.

"N-no." You were a blushing mess by now, there was no way he didn't notice. Even you could feel your cheeks getting heated, unable to hide the effect he had on you. Instead of commenting on the way you looked, he brought the kiseru back to his lips, blowing smoke towards your way. Something about the way he remained nonchalant through it all, only managed to arouse you even more, biting your lower lip as the thin grey cloud hit your face. You needed to snap out of it, you needed to get up and continue, but before you could take a step, you felt his legs closing in around you, trapping you right in the middle.

"Y/N. Don't you think you are being quite irresponsible right now?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" You felt yourself going feverish, the sound of his voice along with the closeness of his body being enough to cloud your brain with desire. The whole plan had completely backfired, even when he was the one to play along with your whims, you'd found yourself quite literally on your knees for him.

"What I mean…" He paused briefly, chuckling heartily. "You are the one who caused this." Takasugi said, nodding towards his body, your eyes following his as he motioned towards his now fully errect cock. "Take responsibility." Despite the calmness of his tone, you could definitely hear the sneer in his voice. He was mocking you, ordering you around like this and yet the one thing you could, rather, the one thing you wanted to do, was to comply.

Brushing your hair over your shoulders, you leaned closer to his body, feeling the grip of his legs relax around you as he fell back down. Bringing a hand to the base of his shaft, you clenched your fingers around it, hearing him hum softly in approval. With one hand, you begun pumping his length slowly yet steadily, stopping each time right before you reached the tip. Lowering your head, you parted your lips, allowing yourself to drool all over his cock, your tongue ghosting his tip. Although your intention was to tease him as much as possible, you found yourself eager to taste him, eager to have your mouth full of him.

With your palm all slicked up, you kept feeling him up, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb with each stroke. Glancing up at him, you found him looking away from you, his kiseru loosely hanging from his lips. His expression betrayed no emotion, it was as if he was completely unaffected, as if he couldn't care any less. However, once your lips were wrapped around him, even he was unable to keep a straight face. Pulling his kiseru away frm his mouth, he exhaled deeply, his green eye drilling holes into your skull as he watched your every move.

Unable to hide your own excitement, you pushed yourself further down, hollowing your cheeks around his length until he hit the back of your throat. Bobbing your head up and down, you let your tongue roam freely around his cock, tracing each vein of his length repeatedly, while you kept your hand tight around his base. You could feel his hips buckling against your mouth every time you pulled away to catch your breath, as he desperately longed for more contact. Even when he didn't say a word, you could tell how good your touch made him feel, his body reacting on its own.

As you kept on going, his cock begun to twitch inside your mouth, your tongue relishing the salty taste of his precum every time you ran it over his tip. Although you were more than happy to please him, you'd much rather to be the one below him, having him pound you until your body would stop crying out for him. The more time you spent working on him, the wetter you felt yourself becoming, your cunt aching and throbbing between your legs. Pressing your thighs together, the friction was enough to make you moan, your throat vibrating around his cock. It didn't take long for Takasugi to catch up onto what you were doing as he reached down, pulling you by the hair off him, forcing you to stop moving.

"Aren't you greedy. You are here to repent for what you did, if I catch you rubbing your thighs again like that, I won't hesitate to fuck that pretty mouth of yours however I please. Understood?" Unable to do anything other than nod, you couldn't help but wonder how pathetic you were looking for him. Your eyes were glossy, a result of his cock repeatedly hitting your gag reflex while drool was gushing down your jaw. You looked so fucked up because of him and the worst part is that his words only made you wanna touch yourself more, just so that he could have his way with you.

Eventually, he let go of your hair, allowing you to get back to work as he laid back, a smirk engraved on his lips while he kept smoking. His eye was still focused on you as you brought your hands down on his body. Inhaling, you lowered your head on him, taking his cock between your lips once again. As you begun to suck him, Takasugi started to rock his hips against you, pushing himself as far back as he could, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust until you were choking around him. You had no time to adjust to his pace, feeling your eyes getting teary as he kept on going, ignoring the sounds you were making as you gagged on his cock.

"Aw? Don't blame me." He cooed, a chuckle getting stuck in his throat as he grunted. "It's your fault, using your lips to call out that bastard's name when you should be calling mine and only mine. Perhaps after this, you'll learn your place." He was so mean to you, it wasn't as if you even wanted to draw Gintoki in the first place, you only brought it up to get Takasugi to do it. You wanted to tell him that he was the only one for you, that you had no eyes for anyone else but he wasn't going to let you do that, no, he'd rather pour all of his frustration into you.

Soon enough, you felt him getting more tense, his pace getting sloppy and frantic until finally, he slowed down. Reaching out to you, he pulled your hair with one hand, yanking your lips away from him while his other hand pumped his cock, angling it towards your face. Lolling your tongue out of your parted lips, you saw him smile at you right before his cum hit your face, rope after rope of it painting you white.

Slowly, he let go of your hair, his grip turning into a soft caress as he patted your head, brushing your hair gently. Even though he was still riding his high, Takasugi looked rather composed, his chest barely going up and down as he caught his breath. The sneer was gone from his face, his expression becoming rather winsome as he watched you lick his cum off your lips. He could be harsh to you to his heart's content, yet whenever he looked at you like that, you couldn't help but swoon.

After you had licked yourself clean, you could still feel traces of him on your face and so you got up, walking towards the pile of towels that lied on his desk. Wiping the remaining cum off, you noticed that he had also gotten up, his yukata draped over his body as he walked towards you.

"Have you finished?" You wouldn't let me, is what you wanted to say, but you knew he wasn't referring to your own pleasure.

"There's still some work that needs to be done but I can show you." He nodded as you escorted him to your chair, picking up your sketchbook to present it to him. Takasugi leaned closer to you from behind, feeling his body pressing against yours as he peered at the paper, closely studying the details of your sketch. Twisting your neck to look at him, you couldn't really tell what he thought of it, his eye traveling from one spot to another over and over again. Considering how he wasn't the one to sugarcoat things, you were expecting the worst although you were quite proud with the outcome yourself.

"Looks accurate enough." He mumbled, taking a step away from you.

"Does that mean you'll model for me again?" Turning around, you watched his lips curl into a smile as he walked closer, his arm wandering towards your waist, pulling you onto him. Rather than answering you, or kissing you for that matter, he reached his other hand to your face, his index grazing your skin as if he was removing something. Bringing it in front of your eyes, you spotted some leftover cum on top of his finger tip. Unable to help it, you rolled your eyes at him as you parted your lips once again, allowing him to push his finger right into your mouth. Takasugi didn't bother hiding his amused expression while he watched you suck his finger clean, pleased with your response.

Once you were done, he brushed it on top of your lips, letting go of your waist as he turned his back on you.

"I'll let you use me for your art one more time... as long as you let me use you in return."

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