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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 8 months

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I'm a student about to start my second year, and me and all my friends are really nervous. It feels like first year was really rough for everyone all over the place and we're all really hoping for a better second year this year! Have lecturers been noticing that too? Do you think it's because of COVID?

Oh my god yes. Jesus yes. It's absolutely the covid effect, and we're expecting to see the disruption for the next five or so years, tbh - the current 18-21 year old undergrads went through the most important years of high school during a lockdown. That not only interrupted academic development (home schooling during a time of stress, massive disruption to exams and exam-taking skills, etc), it also enormously hit emotional development (mid to late teens have the highest socialising needs of the human lifespan, and no one could meet and interact with each other.) And that latter point is having a much bigger effect than the former.

Current undergrads haven't been able to develop the same resilience, the same approach to andragogic education, the same interpersonal skills for dealing with lecturers/fellow students. University is not like school; in school teachers are giving you the knowledge, and gradually encouraging you to try and use it to formulate your own opinions. In university, we're supposed to give you the framework to then go out and do you own research. The bulk of your education comes from you, not us; we're more like facilitators.

But, we're noticing that there's a far bigger skew now towards needing to get the answer right. Anxiety is higher, and so the fear of being wrong is much more crippling for these students, and that in turn means they're less willing/able to take charge of their own education and are more passive with it, wanting to just be fed the right answers so they can rote learn them and get the Good mark. And the disconnect between that and the reality of what lecturers are expecting is pretty big, it turns out, and is causing even more anxiety and stress. Record numbers of my students have started asking me to give their assignment drafts a quick look over, just to see if they're on the right track. Which, you know, I'm more than happy to do; but I do think it's a notable pattern change from three or four years ago.

If you're worrying on a personal level though, Anon, I have some Handy Tips if they're any use!

Remember: the idea of uni is that you are doing your own research and learning on the topics your lecturers describe. They're giving you the basics, but they're expecting you to look up examples, case studies, other research papers, etc. They want to see analysis. That's what gets you the good marks. If you simply describe the information you got in lectures and don't add anything, you'll struggle to rise out of a basic pass.

What's the fundamental point of your particular course? It's important to know this, because it'll tell you how to focus your assessments and exam answers. Just within the environmental sector, you could have Environmental Science (focus: academic exploration and research), Environmental Conservation (focus: applying the academic research to actual management and solutions), Environmental Impacts (focus: philosophy and ethics), etc. In all three, you might be given a paper about the latest IPCC report, but in the first you would focus on exploring all the research papers that formed the conclusion on climate change, in the second you'd focus on case studies around the world and the applicability/feasibility of the shared economic pathways that are going to fix the problem, and in the third you'd focus on the human impacts of both the problem and the proposed solutions. You may of course include elements of all of those, but your main focus should be chosen appropriately.

Keep your notes with copies of the lecture slides in nice ordered folders. Keep a bulleted list of the topics covered in each. This makes it far easier to go and double check the right info when you're stressed out

On that note, the best note-taking system is to add notes/comments to the lecture slides where you record clarifications and things the lecturer said (INCLUDING CASE STUDIES). Don't bother duplicating effort by writing what's on the slide.

I truly do know this is easier said than done, but don't leave your assignments until the last minute. Are you struggling with motivation? You need a study group. You need to body double.

And finally, the biggest: CONTACT STUDENT SUPPORT IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING. Every time I go to an exam board and we get to a student who has failed stuff, the first question the Academic Office asks is "Has this student been working with Student Support?" Even if they aren't that helpful in your uni, working with them means they know about the things you're struggling with, and that you've clearly been trying to work around the problems. That makes the Academic Office far, far more likely to take a lenient view of a student, rather than going "Well, clearly they just don't care then, withdraw them from the program." Your Student Support should be able to help you with counselling, study buddies, a support worker that can help you organise your time and interpret your assignment briefs correctly and give you interim deadlines, etc.

Oh, and remember to schedule in rest and downtime, just as much as study time.

And... honestly, you learned a lot in your first year. The learning curve is less steep in second year, even accounting for the academic rigour increasing. By now, you're basically used to things like referencing, routines, assignment formatting, etc. There are no more surprises, really. Now's the point you can get the bit between your teeth and run.

Anyway: good luck! And enjoy it as much as you can. University is hard, no doubt about that, but it can and should be fun as well.

#asks #the professional world of careers and tasks

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hadesrise · 9 months

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pls more miguel drabbles I'm BEGGINGGG

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎’𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. foul language, ftm!miguel, spider-man!reader, cheating with miguel, praise kink, degradation, breeding kink, choking, hair pulling, doggy style + mating press, squirting, size difference, reader being a shitty asshole to his husband (for a reason wink), pet names, marking, rough sex, getting caught

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. you begged and i shall give. as always, please correct my spanish if it’s incorrect.

MINORS, FEM READERS DNI !!

Gaining another member who’s very capable and reliable had Miguel relieved because he would have someone to put his complete trust in other than Jess and Peter B. yet also frustrated at the same time. You’re absolutely great — amazing even — following his orders and perfectly executing plans, completing missions without a single problem no matter how difficult or easy it is, an extremely reliable person who Miguel could count on all the time to the point of becoming his second right-hand in command.

There shouldn’t be a problem to make him frustrated, really. But the problem is that he’s utterly, utterly attracted to you and you were married — the golden band around your left ring finger proved so. It didn’t help that you were taller than him; not bigger, that’s impossible, but taller than him. Towered over him completely in front, loomed over him from behind, not to mention the utmost strength and power you had due to being an actual Spider-man who was bitten by a radioactive spider.

Miguel can’t fucking stop fantasizing about you, how you would hold him down and fuck him into oblivion until he can’t walk, how you would leave big handprints on his hips as you dick him down, how you’d carry him around like a ragdoll with your cock fully seated inside him. And everytime his sharp eyes would catch the golden ring, fire erupts in his chest and fills it with utmost envy that he can’t have you to himself, because someone had already claimed you theirs. It eats away at his skin until he feels himself burning up, mixing with loneliness that he so desperately wished you could defeat for him like you always do with the villains.

But then, hope strikes when you look at the ring in disinterest, almost agonizingly. You would cover your left hand entirely in your suit, as if you didn’t even want to look at it. His heart jackhammers when your eyes would travel to him occassionally and roam around his figure like a hungry animal, watching his every move, lingering longer on his ass and chest. You were quiet, the only Spider-man who wouldn’t utter a single joke, just silently accomplishing tasks and only replying to people with a single word but dios mío— your eyes were so fucking loud. Told your emotions without saying a word.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Jess once said to him before.

“That’s the eyes no married man would make to their boss. Careful, Miguel.” She had warned him, “He might just eat you up and spit you out like he probably does to other people, and then go back to his spouse.”

Miguel hadn’t meant to give in. He hadn’t meant to get a taste of your love, only a little bit.

But then he did, and the aching and yearning grew, his hunger furthered more without being satisfied; you left him addicted to you, to your touch, to your every being. Though, unlike what Jess warned him about, you didn’t just eat him up and spit him out. No, you tasted more of him. You came back with desire far greater than the day before, over and over again, leaving no places of his body untouched and fucking into his womb so gratefully. You worshipped him, like he was the one you married and not the bloke he call himself your husband. Spent all free time buried in his pussy and fucking the stress out of him.

Then, you oh so cruelly introduced him to your husband, knowing well how much Miguel envied and yearned to be that guy. You were so unfair, how could you let that thing latch onto you like a leech in front of him, knowing damn well he wanted to be the one doing it so bad? But he had forgiven you so quick when you subtly started playing with his aching cunt under the dinner table, rubbing and flicking his clit, inserting your fingers into his wet pussy, all the while your husband rambled on about his successful business proposal.

When the dinner ended and your husband went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, you rested your chin on your palm while smirking at Miguel with mischief glinting in your eyes. Fingers still playing with his pussy, watching him try to keep his moans in, deeply amused.

“Hold on a bit more, sweetheart.” You whispered in his ear, curling your fingers against his g-spot as Miguel bit his lip harshly to stop the loud moan that threatened to spill. His thighs were shaking. “He’ll leave for night shift in thirty minutes, so as soon as he’s out that door, I’ll fuck a baby into you, yeah?”

“Fuck—” Miguel quietly gasped and covered his mouth with one hand, panicked eyes snapping to your husband and showing relief when he didn’t seem to hear anything.

Were you fucking crazy? Fingering him and biting his neck while your husband stood right in the kitchen where he could easily see what’s going on if he just turned around? Miguel was nervous you’d get caught, but excited at the same time, the thrill making his pussy clench tightly around you. He hears your uneven breathing and shifts his gaze to you, and almost squirms. You were still taller than him even when sitting, your lustful eyes glued to Miguel like you wanted to fuck him right there on the table.

You licked your lips, whispering lowly. “I’ll make you mine soon, breed you full.”

Miguel nearly whined, grinding on your fingers.

That’s how he ended up on the bed that you and your husband sleep on after the door closed, his back arched perfectly and ass up in the air, puffy cunt greedily sucking your thick cock in as you fucked him in rough and long strokes, as if to force him to feel every inch of it. You had already pulled three orgasms out of him and his mind has turned into mush, but he knew you won’t be done with him anytime soon. Not until his belly’s bloating with your seed.

His dropped upper torso caused his sensitive nipples to rub against the mattress each time you thrusted into him, making Miguel moan in pleasure.

“Just like that, baby,” You moaned, thrusting deep before slapping his ass hard, Miguel crying out in both pleasure and pain as his pussy clenched around you. His hips subconscuously moved to fuck himself on your cock and you stopped moving, just placing your hands on his hips. “Feels good, darlin’? Go on, fuck yourself, use me.” Miguel whines at that, beginning to bounce on your cock at a fast pace and moaning loudly.

His ass jiggled with his every move and you bit your lip, almost hypnotized by it.

“A-agh... Fuuuck! Please, pleasepleaseplease,” He babbles out, pleading, not satisfied with the pace he himself was going at. He wanted your roughness that makes him choke and sob, he wanted the way you drill your cock into him and make him forget his name, he wanted you to fuck him like you mean it. “Fuck me, please! I—I can’t— dios mío, I want you— Fuck! I need you, haah, I need you so bad,” He pressed his ass on your pelvis, burying your cock as deep into him as possible.

You hummed, leaning over and trapping him under you, just how he loved. “You need me to fuck you like a cheap whore, right?” Breathlessly chuckling in his ear, sending shivers through Miguel’s spine.

“S-sí, por favor,” He nods his head almost desperately, tears spilling from his eyes.

“Fuckin’ slut for me,” You growled and snapped your hips harshly, making Miguel gasp, before pulling your cock all the way to the tip and slamming back into his drenched pussy, starting to rail him into oblivion. Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull as uncontrollable moans left his lips at the rough and fast thrusts that he craved so much, series of thank you’s leaving his lips.

Slipping your hand through his hair, you tugged on it harshly and Miguel chokes up a moan at that, drool dripping down his chin. “Such a good fucking pussy,” You groaned, digging your teeth on his shoulder. “Always the best— fuuuck, my husband can’t be as good as this shit.” It was a cruel thing to say, but oh Miguel loved to hear it. “No one fucks you like I do, ain’t that right, baby?”

“Augh! Oh- Ohhh, fuck yes!” Miguel almost screamed, scratching at the sheets, unable to keep himself down as the stinging pain from his hair being pulled and the harshness of your cock repeatedly abusing his cervix and g-spot brought him immense euphoria. “¡S-sólo tú-! Sólo tú, mi amor— agh! haah— más, más, por favor-” He babbled mindlessly, sobbing and moaning like a dumb bitch in heat.

You feel his walls pulsating and your dick throbbing inside him, a sign of both of your orgasms nearing. You let go of his hair to pull his arms back instead, using it as a leverage to drill into him fast and rougher. Miguel could practically feel your cock in the back of his throat as he continuously let out screams that you’re sure his throat’s gonna be sore tomorrow. “You gonna cum with me like a good boy, sweetheart? Take care of me like the good boss that you are?”

Miguel dumbly nods his head, can’t even answer you from how amazing it felt. His mind feels like short-circuiting as you push and push him over the edge, eyes unseeing. With just a few strong slam of your hips, Miguel tumbles down the edge and cums at the same time with you, screaming your name as he squirts all over the sheets again, feeling your hot cum gushing into him. You moaned, closing your eyes shut and relishing in the sweet squeezing of his pussy milking you dry.

You pressed his back further to the sheets to make him arch more and thrusted deep inside, making Miguel cry out and his body convulse violently from the utter pleasure. “Drink it all in, Miguel. Spill none of it.” And Miguel obeys, whimpering to the pillow as you breed him thoroughly.

God, he was already seeing stars — you fuck him so good and well, but he knew you weren’t done yet when you flipped him over with your cock still fully inside.

You grab his hips, which were small enough for your hands to wrap completely around, and Miguel latches onto your forearm with one hand while the other settles on your wrist. A sob wrecks through him when you started fucking him slowly, pushing all the cum deeper inside in long strokes. “What’s the matter, darlin’? You said more and now that I’m givin’ it to you, it’s too much already?” You pouted, feigning sadness.

Miguel shakes his head with a whimper. Aw, he was crying! Just like he always did everytime you fuck him, and it made you swell with pride and cockiness. “I—t-too sensitive... just- jus’ gonna rest a while and you can breed me again,” He slurred, mind dizzy and a small dumb smile spreading across his lips.

Your eyes darkened at that as you licked your lips with a predatory gaze, a mocking smirk immediately appearing. “I don’t think so, mi amor.” You buried yourself within him again in one swift motion and Miguel chokes on a scream, squirting once more at the suddenly strong pleasure, thighs shaking. “Ah, that’s it.” You moaned, “Good boy. Squirting like a fuckin’ whore. You don’t get to rest while I’m breeding you, got that? All you’re gonna do is just scream my name as I fuck a baby into you, hm?”

Gods, the fucking mouth on you everytime you fuck him.

You always feel extra chatty whenever you’re fucking him and it never failed to make Miguel so fucking wet, he’s practically drenching everything beneath him.

You lift his legs in a mating press and pull your hips up until only the tip is left before slamming back down harshly, the heavy weight of your thrusts making sparks fly in his vision, Miguel’s head thrown back as he lets out any kind of noise that left his throat sore. His pussy was red, puffy, swollen and utterly used, engorged clit waiting to be touched. You had mercy on it and started rubbing it with your thumb, Miguel sobbing and crying out, his hand weakly trying to get you to stop.

Immediately enclosing your other hand around his throat, Miguel let out a high pitched moan and gushes his juices around you again, mind absolutely blank with tongue poking out of his open mouth. He wrapped his arms around your back when you captured his lips in a kiss, muffling his screams and moans and whines.

He was so overstimulated it hurts, but the safe word never erupts from him. This is what he wanted after all; being used by you, being your cum dump, your breeder. With you, he just got to be dumb and cockdrunk and obedient, you wouldn’t be disappointed at the fact that the strong leader is such a little bitch for you. You would gladly mark him yours with your seed, make him yours body and soul.

If only that stupid husband of yours isn’t in the way.

You pulled away from the kiss and pounded into him to chase your orgasm, praises spilling from your lips as Miguel took it all screaming nothing but your name. “Yes! Yesyesyes, oh fuck! Breed me, breed me, please— Quiero a tu bebé, mi amor, por favor-” He sobbed desperately along with incoherent words.

“Te daré cualquier cosa, amor...” You breathlessly chuckled, moaning at how good and tight his pussy is as you continue to rearrange his guts. “Mía, sólo mía,” You punctuated with each thrust that had Miguel’s eyes rolling back. “Me divorciaré de él por ti, lo prometo. Lo siento, mi vida... Te amo, te amo tanto.”

Miguel’s heart fluttered as tears escape his eyes, moaning softly and digging his talons on your back. It’s probably bleeding now but you don’t care, just whispering sweet nothings and pressing kisses on his face while your thrusts grow slow and sensual, as if petting and rewarding his pussy for being so good.

“Ah... yo también te quiero...” He whimpers, grinding on you. “Dámelo, por favor...”

His gummy walls squeeze around your throbbing cock and you groan, thrusting slow and sensual yet deep and sharp to send both of you to the edge. Soon enough, you feel him spasm as he cums yet again at the same time with you burying deeply into him and spilling all your cum inside, filling his womb with warmth again, his legs locked around you and pressing your hips close to not let anything spill out.

You throw your head back and moan, letting Miguel attach his lips to your throat and leave bitemarks just like you did as you slowly ride out both of your high.

It felt like heaven, he felt like heaven and home.

Miguel’s head falls back on the pillow, panting heavily and sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, a rare sight. You gently kiss his forehead, moving your hips sensually to pull soft noises out of him.

A loud thud erupts from the side and you glance at the doorway to find your husband standing there with pale face and wide eyes, horrified. You heard Miguel’s breath hitch, but you were oddly calm, movement not stopping and forcing moans out of him. His face grow red from embarrassment, which you only found adorable.

“Surprise~” Your lips curved up in a sadistic smile, mocking your supposedly husband. “A taste of your own medicine doesn’t feel so bad, yeah?” Confusion crossed Miguel’s face before immediately being replaced by pleasure as your cock brushed against his g-spot and you kiss him tenderly.

“At least I wasn’t a pussy who pretended to love his husband.”

The last thing Miguel saw was blood draining from your husband’s face before utmost pleasure took over his mind again and turned him back into a moaning mess for you.

As he catches glimpse of the golden band shining around your ring finger, his lips twisted up into a dizzy and dumb smile, knowing you’ll soon remove and replace it with his. Now, it’ll no longer be a fantasy.

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respectthepetty · 3 months

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How do you feel about PheeJin. I'm conflicted. I can see that Phee actually caught feelings, even if he feels guilty about Non still. And Phee and Jin do have chemestry. But I don't know. There was something was missing for me, I guess maybe it felt too fast.

Anyway what do you think are the chances of Phee/Non reunion?? Shall we clown together for a happy ending, or do you no longer see them coming back together??

@italianpersonwithashippersheart, because I'm crazy, once I realized Phi took Jin to Eden from the previews last week, I mentally pushed Jin off a cliff and focused on one sole thing -

NON IS ALIVE!

TLWR: It could get messy between Phi x Jin, White is a problem or salvation, and . . . Keng might be alive too *eye roll*

This entire theory can go up in flames in the next episode, but come with me for a second to Optimistic City:

I thought Phi was the mastermind and that Tan came along for the ride, but Tan is actually the mastermind while Phi is being dragged along. I like that Phi caught feelings for Jin because, hopefully, this means Phi is going to tell Jin about this crazy plan to get a confession, and it's going to come back around that Jin recorded the video; therefore, these two are going to look at each other with disgust unless they are like Babe from Pit Babe and completely cool with it, which I'm also very cool with.

When Phi didn't drink the water, I instantly was like "oh, so he knows it's spiked with drugs!" but then he commented when Jin was freaking out that he hadn't realized it was spiked.

And I love this because it implies that Tan has always had a different agenda and has left Phi out of it.

Since it seems Tan knows more details than we thought.

So if Dead Friend Forever is giving me a story about brotherly love rather than one of romantic love . . .

Then who am I to argue with a tale of redemption.

Which is why I think Keng might be alive.

People have pointed out one of the masked killers is on crutches.

Which would make sense if someone had gotten hit by a car and the injury didn't heal properly.

I don't want Keng to be alive, but the fact remains that Jin keeps seeing Keng, which we know is a hallucination just like all the other guys, while Tan seemed like he genuinely saw an actual person in the house.

The hooded person also looked up at him, and kept it moving.

Yet Phi hasn't seen or heard anything which is why I thought he knew about this hooded figure and was in on it unlike Tan, but why would the hooded figure stop to peek a glance at Tan?

When Top was attacked, Tan was upstairs "sleeping." Before Uncle Dang showed up to the house, Tan had just arrived to see the aftermath of the fight between Phi and Tee. And Tan was quick to suggest they use Por's place for Jin's farewell party in the first place.

But Phi immediately ran to Jin's house to try to speak to him.

And even questioned Tan! It's been over two years since they infiltrated the group. Why now? Why wait two years for a confession?!

Because it's no longer about a confession for Tan.

I mentioned that if Non is alive, it would make sense that he waited to do something until after Tee's uncle was no longer a threat, and homeboy is dead now!

Tan's hallucination was eerily specific: Non was framed. Expose the Fucked-Up Five. Get Non's forgiveness.

And Tan has always thought ALL of the boys are bad and specifically narrowed in on Jin as the reason for his brother's disappearance.

If Phi truly fell for Jin, he will try to protect Jin against Tan who is going rogue. But Tan needs an inhaler. It could hold the antidote if Tan has bigger plans to kill them all, but my original thought was it would be the perfect way to die without dying. He wouldn't have to get stabbed or hit. It would take no physical injury. He would just need his inhaler and not get to in time.

Stop breathing. Pass out. Be a dead body as chaos continues around him, and when the dust clears after the masked killers have finished everyone off, he gets back up and walks out of the woods as New because Tan who has asthma never existed in the first place.

Non was presumed either dead or missing. Both boys could walk out of those woods without anyone even realizing they were there. The only issue is White, BUT he wasn't supposed to be there either.

And yet he is keeping Tee right where he needs to be.

White's only connection to the group is he is dating Tee for almost three years.

His backstory is as thin as Tan's was, but I have never seen him as "in" on the kills. White hasn't been physically harmed unlike the Fucked-Up Five. White continues to remain in the safety of the house when everyone has to venture outside. I want White to live, so either he has his reasons for being on this trip and keeping Tee out there, or White is really as innocent as he appears and Tan will save the little one as an act of redeeming himself for not saving his brother.

Which would make the thrill of Non being alive even sweeter!

Because it would mean that everyone who "wronged" Non suffered. His mom. His dad. The Fucked-Up Five. Phi. (Keng, please God!). And even possibly his brother unless the narrative allows the brothers to be the final love story. It's scorched earth.

Perth's character still exists, and I think he helped Non survive somehow. I have no idea how all of this will turn out, and I'm excited to see, but the second Phi took Jin to Eden, he was dead to me.

And Non was more alive than ever.

#non is alive #episode ten don't do me dirty #dead friend forever #praying on bended knee that we are getting brothers #Tan is the mastermind #and White is the final gay #please pretty please

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corruptedcaps · 10 months

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Eco Warrior

I can't believe the nerve of those corporate jerks! All we were doing was peacefully protesting their evil company and they threw this gross sticky chemical stuff all over me! I should wash it off but I need the evidence for when I go to the cops tomorrow. It's infuriating how they think they can just silence us like that. But you know what? This won't stop me. I'll fight even harder now. We're in this together, and we're going to make sure they're held accountable for the damage they've done to people and the environment.

Change of plans with going to the cops, I woke up to find the chemicals had soaked into my skin. They haven’t left any evidence in me. I guess I should be thankfully. Although I think they may have contributed to this tan I have now. But that's not the point right now. I need to focus on getting to the new protest today. We can't let their tactics deter us. We have to keep standing up against their injustices and fighting for what's right. Let's get out there and make our voices heard again.

You won't believe how well the protest went today. Our voices were louder than ever, and it felt like a turning point. But here's the craziest part – those corporate guys actually came over to apologize for splashing me with chemicals! Can you believe that? They said it was a mistake and that they want to make amends. They even offered me a role as a protest liaison within their company. It's wild, right? I'm torn though. Part of me wants to take the chance to make change from the inside, but another part worries it might just be a ploy. What do you think babe?

So, I just got back from my first day as a protest liaison, and I'm kind of surprised. The corporation is actually really nice, and they went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They even gave me a bunch of free makeup, creams, and lotions to try, as a way to show their products aren't harmful. I've already put some on, and I have to admit, they feel pretty good. They make my body tingle all over, especially my boobs. Bigger? No I don’t so. It's probably just the outfit I'm wearing today. I think you just like what you see, mmmm come closer baby.

It's frustrating to deal with some of my protestor friends calling me a scab and a corporate shill just because I'm working with the corporation now. I have no sympathy for their attitude. If they can't see that I'm trying to make a positive change from within, then that's their problem. Honestly, it feels like jealousy more than anything. I mean, the corporation even gave me a raise already and has let me use all their products for free. That must mean I'm doing something they value. Plus I’m sure it doesn’t help that I look so much better then them now as well. The company’s products really are like magic. Mmmm all this talk of how good I look I’d getting me in the mood, take off your pants.

Like my new car? My company bought it for me for doing such a good job. Protest liaison? No they’ve moved me into marketing and sales where I’m excelling. It helps that I’m a walking billboard for them. As for the protest, honestly, I don't really care about it anymore. Things change, priorities shift. This is where I am now, and I've got better things to focus on than those who still think shouting on the streets will make a difference. It's all about playing the game right, and clearly, I'm winning. So, if you'll excuse me, I've got more important matters to attend to than the past.

Ugh, those protestors are getting on my nerves. Yesterday, they nearly ruined my new fur coat as I was walking into work. Can you believe their audacity? Pathetic losers, the lot of them. I need to find some muscle to deal with them, get them out of my way once and for all. It's like they're stuck in a never-ending cycle of futile resistance. Well, I won't let them stand in my way or mess with what I've built. I am vice president now after all, I deserve respect. Time to take control and show them the real power of influence.

Oh, look at you now. Splashing you with those chemicals did wonders, didn't it? Just like they did to me. Of course at first I had no idea the chemicals were changing me into the mega bitch you see before you but once I realized what my companies products were doing to me, I couldn’t get enough. It’s so hawt to see the concentrated formula change you so quickly. You've become quite the imposing figure, muscular and mean. It's good to see loyalty in action. From now on, you're my enforcer. Those protestors won't stand a chance with you by my side. Let's make sure they understand that challenging me comes at a price. Together, we'll show them what happens when they fuck with me.

You know what? It turns out, it was a much better plan to turn those protestors into my new executive board. All it took was a little splash of those chemicals, and their loyalty was sealed. With them backing me, it was easy to ascended to the position of CEO. Funny how things work out, isn't it? They thought they were fighting against me, but now they're working for me. It's a powerful reminder that sometimes, the best way to bring about change is from the inside. And now, I've got the influence and control I've always wanted. Make less products? No dear we’re doubling our output now, I want an army.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #evil couple #corrupted pov #corrupted couple

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savannahsdeath · 10 months

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ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: ellie comes back home from a patrol but, surprisingly, shes not exactly alone

warnings: 18+!! would be a smut but our poor main charavters got interrupted by someone😔

writers note: i dont even know why i wrote that like this js so random.. anyways my requests are still opennnn !!

You were sitting on a couch, waiting for your girlfriend to come back from a patrol.

Just when you started to worry, you heard the door open. You could tell right away Ellie wasn't alone, she was talking to someone. Or something.

"Come on, Daisy, meet your new mom!" You heard her say and then you saw her standing at the doorstep of the living room, where you were. And right behind her was a fucking dog. A beautiful, long-haired labrador, skinnier than it should be but still healthy. It stared at you, feeling your mixed feelings, not wanting to scare you by suddenly running up to you.

"Come on, babe, look at her! She's so cute! Look, she doesn't want to hurt you!" She chuckled, while the dog continued to maintain eye contact. You couldn't help but notice her ears perked up, as if she understood your frustration. "What, don't like dogs?"

"I love dogs, that's not the point! We're in the middle of an apocalypse, we can't afford a... a dog!" You said, trying your best not to break at the sight of your pretty girlfriend with the cutest dog ever.

"We found her outside while we were out scavenging. She's really friendly, and we have plenty of food here. Plus, having her here would be a great way to be alerted to anything that might endanger us." She continued to pet Daisy while walking towards you. Daisy's tail wagged vigorously, happy to be amongst the attention.

"Besides, I'm sure she'll help keep your spirits up. I've noticed recently that you seem more stressed than usual." She sat down next to you, still playing with the dog. "Can we keep her?"

"Whatever, I see you made a choice already anyway." You mumble, leaning your head on Ellie's shoulder and staring at Daisy.

The dog nudged her head into your leg, demanding your attention. Ellie let out a giggle. "See, she likes you!"

"She's such an attention seeker. And there's going to be fur everywhere..." You rolled your eyes but you leaned forward to pet her anyway.

You couldn't help but crack a smile as you felt her soft hair. Even with her malnourished appearance, she was still clearly a healthy dog. Ellie placed a kiss on your cheek as she looked at you both.

The dog pressed her face into your leg once more, showing some appreciation for your affection.

Ellie chuckled. "We have bigger problems than that, you know... Like surviving and dealing with those infected."

You only smirked in response, not fully convinced.

"What a good girl." Ellie whispered to Daisy, joining you in petting her.

You gasped and your eyes widened. "Oh, so she stole my nickname already?" You laughed with mock-offence.

Daisy's tail wagged aggressively, as if thanking you and Ellie for the attention. A light chuckle could be heard from Ellie. "Yep! You have been replaced. I guess you'll just have to get over it."

After a few hours you lied down, snuggling with Ellie, getting ready to sleep when you heard characteristic tapping of paws on the floor. Then you felt something laying down between yours and your girlfriend's legs.

"God, is she going to replace me in the bed too?" You groaned.

Ellie giggled once more. "Looks like it. I mean, you gotta admit, she's not a bad choice for a replacement."

"We have a free room opposite of ours, she's going to sleep there. I'm not letting her on our bed." You looked down at her adorable puppy eyes before adding: "Today's an exception."

"Awww, look at you, already making exceptions. Maybe you aren't so mad at me for finding her after all." Ellie caressed Daisy's head, causing her to wag her tail faster. "And what if she comes into our room anyways?"

"She better not." You rolled your eyes.

A month passed. A month of hard work. Daisy was a lovely dog, but you needed a lot of patience with her, and to your misfortune that's the trait you always lacked.

Ellie was spending most of her free time teaching her some tricks. You loved watching them together, plus, Daisy was a really fast learner. But, there's obviously a 'but', you and Els spent less time alone because of that. She promised she will make it up to you.

And the day came. She was on a long walk with your pet, like, really long, to tire her out. Ellie wasn't tired at all as she had something else walk for her - her horse - Shimmer.

Daisy went to sleep in her room right after she visited you in the kitchen, as if she wanted you to know she's back.

You and your girlfriend didn't waste any time - she sat on top of you, pinning you to the bed as she kissed your neck. Her lips were gentle, yet hungry, as she was nibbling on your body, not hard enough to hurt you but to leave some red marks.

Even though it was just the start, you already felt yourself soaking and your legs softly trembling. Your body missed her so much it's un-fucking-believable. Your breath shaked and you didn't waste it on talking.

Your legs were spreading wide open as Ellie rubbed her knee between them.

yes, ellie definitely does the knee thing yall cant change my mind

You felt your chest flush with heat, your breath getting heavier with each moment that passed. You tried your best to focus on the feeling of her lips and tongue on your skin. The nibbling was definitely a little ticklish, but the warmth of her lips helped to counteract that. You wanted to touch her, but at the same time, you wanted to just enjoy the moment, her hands exploring every inch of your body, her movements slow and gentle. It seemed like the perfect beginning to an incredible evening.

It seemed.

Then, something barked. One time, two times, three, four...

Ellie pulled away to see Daisy sitting near the bed, tilting her head, clearly confused about what you both were doing. She laughed and shushed the dog but you felt only disappointment.

"M' sorry, babe." She shrugged. "I thought she'll sleep like a baby after a five kilometers walk!"

You sighed, resigned and fed up. "Whatever. Double the number next time. Or just give her to Jesse for one night, I don't care."

Oh, how quickly a dog could ruin the whole mood.

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izzysbeans · 1 month

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A theory I am way too deep into is that buck is going to move into Eddie's in like, 7x07, whether it's just for the rest of the season or something longer. I think all the nods towards buck paying his bills, Tommy's comment about how nice the loft is, and the news in the background about house prices surging are a lot of little details that point towards something bigger. Also, I think it would fit in nicely with Ryan's comment that they 'get closer than ever this season'.

It just fits the narrative foil so well of Eddie not being ready/able to commit to Marisol yet, and realizing how his relationship with Buck compares to his romantic relationships, in a sense of just general ease and comfort and what he looks for in a life partner.

In conclusion, I'm losing my mind.

You are so not alone in loosing your mind here my friend because oh my god i have seen this theory going around a bit and i actually think this might be happening. Like we KNOW nothing is ever random in this fucking show and they are definitly going somewhere with this. And it fits with the couch theory which has been a staple in the fandom for a long time. I feel like that could bring so much to the table there in terms of how they see each other and i agree that i can be part of what Ryan meant when he said they get closer then ever. I think there might be more to it tho

It's just the frasing of that "i love you to the core" that just feels like there might be more to it then just that, but i'm totally going to scream if this happens

And alsooo i feel like it will be a perfect way to show that like Bobby said Eddie has no problem commiting to "other things"

#911 #911 spoilers #bi buck #buddie #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #buckley diaz family #ryan guzman #oliver stark

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rustingcat · 7 months

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Midnight

"Kara, can you come over to look at something?" Lena asked with clear worry in her voice.

They’d spent the past 6 weeks since the decision having their lunch breaks in the lab, checking daily on the pods. So it was unusual for Lena to call her in the middle of the night, Lena's concerned voice woke her up in a second.

Kara made it to the lab just as the clock struck midnight. She hurried to Lena's side, feeling a shot of anxiety run through her body. In those few milliseconds she already had the worst scenarios run through her mind; did their baby have a terrible mutation? Did they develop a terminal disease? Were they already dead?

Kara swallowed hard as the air around her felt thicker and harder to breathe. "What's wrong?"

"It could be a problem with the machine, I'm just not sure I'm reading it right. Look at this." Lena pointed out to the live ultrasound view on the terminal. They only got it working recently, prioritising it last in favour of more important tests. "It could be the angle, or I don't know, I might be reading it wrong." Lena continued.

Kara studied the screen closely, following Lena's finger as she pointed the anomaly out. The image on the screen was clear, as Kara's eyes grew bigger with the realisation and her smile spread bigger on her lips. "Oh, Rao." Her hand went to cover her mouth in shock as she took a slight step back. Joy and anxiety spread freely in her body.

"So it's-"

"Twins!" Kara exclaimed loudly. "Oh Rao, we're having twins!"

"Dear lord." Lena slammed down on the nearest chair, clearly not as excited as Kara was. "I really hoped I was reading it wrong."

"What? Why? It's great news Lena! Double the excitement!" Kara always wanted a sibling growing up on Krypton, specially she wanted a twin like her mother.

"It's double the trouble. Kara, do you know how hard it is to handle twins? It's two human-Kryptonian hybrids running around causing trouble and refusing to sleep."

"I know, I know, but it's still exciting! They'll have the perfect playmate to play with, someone to always understand them at every stage of their life, someone to confide with when things are tough and the world doesn't make sense."

"I… it's still going to be super difficult."

"Being super is kind of my speciality." Kara said with a smirk.

"Don't play cute with me Supergirl, you know what I mean." Despite the jab she seemed to have calmed down a bit. "I didn't even know that twins were possible to get in the machine to be honest." She added.

"Oh yeah, it is. Twins actually run in my family, I probably should've mentioned that." Kara bit her lip.

"Yes," Lena muttered. "Speaking of sharing important information, I think this is probably a good time to have that talk." Lena said reluctantly as she got up from the chair and gestured for Kara to follow her to the couch.

Kara did and took the seat next to her. She wasn't sure she was ready to confront it yet, to make it real, but then again the image on the screen was very real, and Kara promised to do everything in the world to keep those two little beans safe and sound.

"What should we start with?" Kara cleared her throat, preparing herself mentally and physically for it.

"God, we have so much to talk about. We're going to raise half Kryptonian children together in a few months, there's a lot to cover. We'll probably not get to everything today, but we can start with what we can for today. Like where are we going to live? Are we even going to live together?"

"Of course we'll live together!" Kara quickly responded. "If you want to of course, I wouldn't force you to do anything, I just think that it would be better. For the babies and stuff." Kara cleared her throat again.

"Yes, I think that would be for the best." Lena agreed, her cheeks slightly flashed. "Now, the question is which house. Considering your house doesn't even have one bedroom, I would say it's out of the question. My penthouse has only two and a half extra rooms, which in the long run might be a problem if we wanted to include a home office and a room for each child."

"Right, well, getting a new place is expensive. And I know you have money but this is a responsibility we share, so I want to be able to contribute equally. We're gonna need a really big house with lots of rooms, preferably in the downtown area. That's gonna be really expensive. I am making much better money in my new position, so I can start saving up and might be able to afford something in a year or so if I get a good mortgage." And cut off some of her food supplies and any fun purchases and so on. It wouldn't be ideal, but it was doable.

"Hmm." Lena's eyebrows furrowed as she pondered their options. "Well, the apartment below me is actually empty for security reasons, we could possibly take over it and connect it to my place. The renovation should be much cheaper and give us more time to save up for if and when we want to get something bigger." Lena was obviously a genius. She never doubted that, but she still felt herself filled up with pride and joy every time Lena made it apparent.

"What about the security measures?"

"We can figure out new ones. Plus we can probably open up a convenient roof entrance for when you need to leave quickly."

"Right. Well, how big are the renovations? Do you know how long they'd be and how much it's going to cost?"

"I'll have to get back to you on both once I settle on a construction company, but I would imagine it would probably take a couple of months." Lena shrugged.

"Okay, so if you need a place to stay, you can stay with me and once it's done we can move in together, as a family." Kara smiled at her excitingly, reaching out to take her hands. Lena's eyes darted immediately to their joined hands, but made no move to take them away. "I assume the place is yours so you don't pay rent."

"Haha no." Lena chuckled.

"Mortgage?" Kara tried.

Lena raised an eyebrow "Kara, need I remind you that I'm an actual billionaire?"

"Yeah, okay. I just feel bad because this is your place, like you paid for all of this."

"And you're gonna help me pay for the renovation to make it ours. Plus, don't worry, we'll have plenty of expenses. We still have a whole lot of shoppings to get done."

Kara's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Not before the three month mark. We want to make sure before we buy." She had a point.

"Yes I know," Kara nodded in disappointment. "I should probably talk to Kal at some point, maybe he and Lois can give us some advice on raising half Kryptonian twins." She suggested.

"Good idea. Although, it's best to talk to them after we tell everyone else, meaning after three months."

"Why does it feel like forever?"

"Eager to become a parent?" Lena teased.

"A bit." Kara answered honestly.

Lena only squeezed her hands in response. They sat together in silence for a moment before Kara made a realisation.

"Oh!" She got up from her seat, startling Lena as she rose.

"What? Kara is everything alright?" Lena asked, concerned.

"I first thought it was some new parts in the machine, but it isn't." Kara felt her eyes getting blurry with tears. "I can hear them." She turned her head to Lena once she reached the pod. "I can hear their little hearts."

Lena walked up to her and interlocked her fingers with Kara once more. "They'll be here soon." Lena promised. Kara put her forehead to Lena's, closing her eyes and focused on the tiny beating sound. "I can't wait to meet them."

Read in order in AO3

#was waiting to get to this part #who wanted a talk? well you get this #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #my art #my fic

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shouldershimmycity · 2 years

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Pour Some Sugar on Me (Rooster x Reader)

“How would you feel about a reserved all business pilot reader in TOP GUN with Rooster but he picks at her saying she doesn’t let loose and have fun so she shows up at his house to strip tease out of her flight suit to pour some sugar on me by Def Leppard don’t ask me where that came from I was listening to that song and that popped in my head 😂”

“Oh my god AHAHAHA, can I make it so that they're all at the bar when she does? I feel like that would be mad funny. Also I love that song, I call it my unofficial official stripper song so like I'm totally down.”

Requested by @kp9983

I tried so hard hahaha, I loved this idea so much. I have zero shame and zero regrets.

*****

“YOU SHAKE MY NERVES AND YOU RATTLE MY BRAIN– TOO MUCH LOVE DRIVES A MAN INSANE– YOU BROKE MY WILL– BUT WHAT A THRILL– GOODNESS, GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”

The bar was full of voices as Rooster, as per usual, was leading everyone and playing the Bradsahw’s signature song on the piano. Everyone was crowded around him, belting the words, but not you. There was no doubt that your head was bobbing along, your booty wiggling on the barstool, but you were planning practice mission strategies on a napkin.

You were a woman who needed to get stuff done when it was assigned to her, it was just in your nature. You needed answers to bigger questions and you needed them ASAP, no time to waste. That being said, when you weren’t busy, you were the life of the party. Many members of your previous squadron could testify to that. But being that you were almost always busy, it was hard for some people to see that side of you.

Looking up, you focused on a certain mustache making its way over to you. And some people just wouldn’t let it go.

The truth is, you liked Rooster a lot, like… like liked him. He was tall, handsome, funny, muscular, what else would anyone want? Sadly, you were a little out of the loop with him because you were cripplingly shy, and only around him. Resisting the urge to shrink into the barstool, you remained cool when you felt him walk up behind you.

“What? No singing, Breezy?” Rooster asked in mock surprise.

“Not tonight, I’m working out these strategies for the mission practice,” you mumbled to yourself. Little teeth marks covered the pencap where you had been gnawing on it, deep in thought.

“Why am I not surprised? Don’t you ever stop working?” Rooster criticized.

“Mmmmm..no,” you answered, only half listening. Then the pen was lifted out of your hands, and you looked over at the pilot next to you in annoyance.

“I think I know what your problem is now,” he mused, lowering his voice for only you to hear, “you don't know how to have fun.” He wore a smug smirk as he flicked the pen between his fingers, raising an eyebrow at you. He was teasing you, but you knew how to poke back.

“Ha! Yeah, Rooster,” you snorted, “I don't know how to have fun.” You mocked him in a dopey tone.

“Who says you don’t know how to have fun?” Phoenix asked, sitting down in the empty seat next to you.

“Rooster,” you answered, glaring at him. This only added to his shit eating grin. Phoenix’s eyes widened, and you were worried they might just pop out of her head.

“What?! You are so fun! How can you say that, Rooster?” Trace asked, astonished at his accusation. He laughed sarcastically, gesturing to you in general.

“Because, Phoenix, look at her! She’s sitting at a bar, doodling flight plans. She didn’t even change out of her flight suit for fucks sake!” Rooster pointed out everything he saw wrong with you at that moment, and it kinda hurt, “I’ll believe it when I see it, Trace.”

Something inside you was so crushed and irked at the fact that he believed you were a boring, uptight person. On the one hand, you wanted to leave him be because you didn’t need to prove anything to Rooster.

On the other hand you wanted to make him eat his words, shit eating grin and all. He dropped your pen and strolled away, and you turned to Penny, who was giving out drinks to customers left and right.

“Penny, my dear?” you asked sweetly as soon as you were sure Rooster couldn’t hear.

“Yes Breezy? What can I do for you?” she smiled politely.

“Can I do something stupid on your bar top to make a man eat his words?” you asked, your own shit eating grin filling your face.

Penny raised an eyebrow, as did Phoenix, but you just winked at them.

“Go for it,” Penny shrugged, curiosity giving in over every other urge to say no. Might bring more customers, who knows.

“I’ll need one shot first, if you don’t mind,” you requested, putting a one hundred dollar bill on her bar, “I’m sure there’s a bet going on behind my back that I’m about to win, so keep the change.”

Penny poured you a shot, which you took casually. You sauntered over to the jukebox and plugged it back in. The music came on through the speakers and you chose the perfect song, a smirk on your face as you glanced over at Rooster, who was sniggering about something or other. Probably your lack of personality.

You were shy when it came to Rooster, but you would be damned if you let someone call you boring. He was like a boy who teased someone because he had a crush on them, but you were a grown woman. Thanking your past self for wearing something nice under your flight suit today, you set the song into the queue and walked away.

Suck on this, Birdboy.

*****

Rooster, Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback were all chatting about dumb shit they did in flight school while sweet Bob sat in the corner. I Love Rock ‘N Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts ended from the jukebox, and that's when your song started up. Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard.

Step inside, Walk this way,

You and me babe, Hey hey!

Coyote started coughing, choking on his drink. Bob’s eyes widened, and Hangman practically shouted.

“What the fuck…” Hangman trailed off, surprised but evident delight filling his expression.

Rooster raised an eyebrow and turned to face the bar where they were all looking. You stood on top of the bar, looking Rooster dead in the eyes, hips swaying slightly to the music as the song started up.

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on,

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone–

You strutted down the counter like it was a runway, earning some cheers and whistles. The hair tie that had kept your hair all neat was now removed, and you shook your waves out, hair now framing your face.

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp,

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

Looking around the place, you saw other pilots, just as delighted as Hangman to witness what was going on on Penny’s bar top. That was the only confidence boost you needed.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Your fingers pulled the zipper of your flight suit down to your navel and you pulled the top of it off your shoulders, seductively showing off the white button up t-shirt you had on underneath.

You knew there wasn’t a man or woman in the room who didn’t have their eyes on your breasts, which were pushed up by the nicest lacey black bra you had, and on show from the lack of done up buttons.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

The sleeves of your flight suit dropped, freeing your arms. Your suit was now being worn like a pair of pants. Arms raised above your head, you started moving your hips back and forth in a more confident motion, your entire body swaying with the motion.

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Your eyes wandered over to Rooster, and you almost doubled over with laughter at his face. The man’s jaw was slack with shock, and he was sweating. Next to him, the boys were whooping, Hangman was whistling, and even Bob was clapping.

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

You would give Rooster something to look at, since he couldn't stop staring at your hips.

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

I can't get enough

You grabbed a pipe that was poking out from the ceiling, and hooked your thumb in your flight suit, pulling it down a little, now swinging your hips in circles. You were acutely aware that the hip of your matching panties were being flaunted, while you mouthed along to the words. You received a good number of whistles from the crowd for that one.

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

You ran your other hand down your body, your hand traveling over your hips. Whoops filled the bar from everyone but Rooster, who was too involved in thinking about scenarios in which his hands were there instead.

You ran the tip of your tongue against your front teeth, and you had no idea but that was the thing that drove Rooster wild all the time. He almost choked on his beer like Coyote did earlier.

Listen, red light, yellow light, green-a-light go

Crazy little woman in a one man show

Successfully having turned on every human being in the bar, and short circuiting Rooster, you had fun with it. A little air guitar here, a beer bottle microphone there, you were a performer in another life.

When the song ended, there wasn’t a person in the bar who didn’t cheer or whistle. You neglected any help off the counter, and slid off, black boots hitting the ground. You looked over at Penny, who was nodding in approval and Phoenix who looked like she was deceased from laughing.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, your grin wider than ever now.

“This,” Trace said, flipping her phone to you. You took a good long look at the immortalized image of Rooster, frozen in shock and dare you say turned on. The laugh that left you was loud enough for the whole bar to hear. Phoenix flipped to a picture of you dancing on the bar and you could tell why he was making that face.

Your flight suit hung low on your hips, showing off your curves and just a little of the panties you had bravely flaunted. Your skin was slightly sweaty and dear god did that bra do wonders for your breasts. You were giving fuck me eyes, and damn if you could you would have fucked yourself.

You looked over at the man in the picture, who was now drinking his beer quietly, still processing what he just witnessed and smirked in silent victory. Excusing yourself from Phoenix’s company, you strutted over to Rooster who almost fell over when he saw you.

“A-Are you gonna… put that back on?” he said, his voice strained. You raised an eyebrow, you were absolutely flirting now.

“Why Lieutenant? Does this bother you?” you put your hands on your hips, puffing out your chest ever so slightly. Rooster couldn’t help but look down, and did he just lick his lips?

“Okay, okay, I get it now,” he said, drawing it out, unable to tear his eyes from your chest, “I’ll never call you boring again…”

He finally looked back up as you leaned in close to his ear, whispering only for him to hear.

“Do you, uh, think you’d need any more demonstration?” you asked him suggestively. After the show you just put on, there was no shyness left in you. You made those fuck me eyes again, and Rooster stared back at you.

The hand that was holding his beer bottle shifted nonchalantly to cover his crotch, obviously self conscious of, ahem, something.

I think it was safe to say that Rooster never found you boring again.

*****

Thank you again, @kp9983 for the suggestion!

#rooster top gun #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun x reader #topgunmaverick #top gun

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cityzenshark · 10 days

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If S2 doesn't improve the story focus...

Decepticon fan speaking here. I love them, I want to see them getting the limelight, but Earthspark isn't their show. It's about the Terrans and their relationship with the Malto family. There are over a dozen other media where your favourite classics get their spotlight but this show might not be one of them. We have to accept that.

However, EarthSpark's big problem is its disregard of its own main characters to the point the audience care more about the side characters.

Long ramble ahead.

From Season 1, Earthspark has the tendency to disregard their own main characters for the sake of already existing ones. Thrash, Robby, Jawbreaker, and the parents are big victims here.

Thrash, despite being the other first Terran, gets little to no development. He only had one focus episode that shifted his positive view of Cybertronians yet it didn't affect his characteristic or the family dynamic whatsoever. He could've been involve in other episodes focusing on the triplets, specifically with Nightshade, like Twitch with Hashtag, but he doesn't. In the end, his canvas is just like his paint job -- empty white.

Robby could've get 4 episodes about him only for 3 of them to be shifted to Twitch & Wheeljack, Starscream, Mo. Never mind the Wheeljack episode and "Prime Time" but "What Dwells Within" is the worst of them all. Now it appears Season 2 is heavily focusing him after S1 dismisses him multiple times.

Starscream, I'm sorry what you've been through, but that episode should never be about you. Robby is sick, the Terrans got rocky with other due to the lost link which triggered Hashtag's trauma of getting possessed, and then they lost their LIFE SOURCE WATER. Earthspark wanted the audience to side with Starscream so bad they put him in the pity light instead of laying out hints of his past in previous episodes and allow the viewers to decide for themselves. The dude's a millennium old soldier, not another Terran.

EDIT: The same case goes for Grimlock. As bad as the dude has gone through in "Home", he's also a millennium-old soldier. He knows he's going through PTSD but Jawbreaker doesn't. JB is a newborn. Instead of celebrating JB when he finally got his alt mode, the moment made viewers hate him because it focuses on Grimlock's point of view.

[IMPORTANT NOTE FOR JB FANS: DO NOT GO TO TRANSFORMEMES SUBREDDIT!! RECENTLY, A USER THERE CAUSED TERRAN HATERS TO POP UP AND WISHING J.B TO DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH BECAUSE HE ACTED LIKE AN OVEREXCITED KID]

The parents... Oh dear their potentials are wasted soooo much. Ignoring Dot's relationship with Megs, they've become mere placements to remind the audience that Robby & Mo aren't poor orphans.

Dot being a veteran is to make her relationship with Megs sound plausible, that's all. Meanwhile Alex's profession in Cybertronian history is only relevant in the pilot episode and he only told the most basic one in lore. They never fuss about the cybersleeves, they seem available all the time but not really, they're ignorant of their children's activities, completely fine with them becoming child soldiers. Dot could've been the one to beat Mandroid to pulp in Prime Time like the Mama Bear she's described to be but no - let the nine year old beat him with alien powers. Alex could've played a bigger role for the Terrans to know about Cybertronians in general; for Nightshade especially by being the one who enables their intelligence and tinkering skills - not just leading them to finding their alt mode.

The show should've made Mo the same age as Robby. You can't ignore that they act like twins more than Twitch & Thrash despite the 5 year age gap. For a nine year old, she has high emotional intelligence yet so inconsiderate and naive at the same time in certain episodes. Pick one personality, please.

Finally, why oh why didn't they fix her face and head size? It looks a lot worse now.

TLDR; don't be surprised by the sudden change in character of the Cons. Earthspark doesn't respect their own main characters except Twitch. So let us heed Season 2 with low expectations.

#transformers #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tfes #tf malto #tf terrans #macaddam #tf twitch #tf thrash #tf nightshade #tf hashtag #tf jawbreaker #robby malto #mo malto #dot malto #alex malto #starscream

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lionheartedmusings · 8 months

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i love how our opinion about the whole bad tubbo ron fred escapade is so different yet so close in many ways lmao

LISTEN THE THING IS RIGHT that it's really easy to understand the other person's perspective when you're following either q!bad or q!tubbo because at the end of the day, they're kind of doing things for the same reason: a) to help someone they love, and b) because their intentions are good. the execution? totally different.

q!tubbo is a character that i sympathize with more than actively like, mostly because he frustrates me a bit, but who very clearly has good intentions. while i think his primary motivator is fred and the fact that the workers have feelings (and in the same line ron's safety) is secondary, he's trying to help a friend. he doesn't want anyone to get hurt, and that's a very honourable reason of doing things. i also think that his relationship with fred is interesting because to an extent i wonder if it's a direct response to the loss of the eggs - a new friend he hoped to learn about and have company from, with the eggs not being able to do so.

now, i firmly think that q!tubbo's problem is that he thinks he's smarter than everyone else and that's bound to be his downfall in all of this, because the way he underestimates everyone and almost patronises them (not to their face, but i found his reactions to q!bad while they were both with q!bagi were both fascinating and left me thinking "oh boy, you've got a big storm coming") is all fun and good... but he isn't the smartest person in the room, and he definitely isn't the most calculated.

something something, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

and then you have q!bad who is playing some wild 8d chess that we can only half analyse because at the end of the day we only have half of the picture, but who ultimately is doing everything he's doing to save his children, to get them back safe and sound. you can argue kidnapping is a bit overboard, but his intentions? good. he's doing this to save the people he loves unapologetically, and given everything that's happened over the six months he's been on the island i'm not surprised he went this far.

he also has recognised ron not only as a friend, but as family at this point and thus ron is now higher on the list of "keep safe" than q!bad himself is - family is everything, and if anything happens to ron this man is gonna go apeshit (now, that's also a whole can of worms but yeno).

it's a matter of morals and priorities vs. how far you're willing to go for the people you love, for both of them.

now, the most fascinating thing for me is how q!bad doesn't underestimate q!tubbo at all, and told pierre point blank that he might be a bigger obstacle than the federation themselves...

q!bad is fully aware of who he's up against, but q! tubbo isn't and that makes me FERAL WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN AAAAAAH

ps. i do think fred is either not fred anymore, is dead, or has been manipulating q!tubbo from the beginning. i genuinely think something is off there, and it would be such a juicy plotline that i think the admins would love to give tubbo the real true horrors with it.

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #q!tubbo #I AM SORRY I TOOK THIS AS A CHANCE TO RANT ABOUT THEM #but tHEY ARE SO INTERESTING TO ME #THIS IS SUCH A FASCINATING ACCIDENTAL PLOTLINE

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Desert Rose

Chapter 17 ~ Guitar lessons and Confessions

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 4.4k

In this chapter ~ When Rose plans and gathers her things for a search for Sophia, what she doesn't expect was a thick tension between her and Daryl as he only asked for a simple favor. However, it seemed to be shattered just as quickly as it was built up. Though she spent the rest of her day looking for the girl and even offering some guitar lessons to Beth, Glenn finds he has something to admit. Something that had been eating him up inside.

I was rudely awoken the next morning with a throbbing kind of pain coming from my side. Groaning quietly to myself, I saw up slowly with my hand placed over the bandages, and made a mental note to grab some more painkillers from Hershel at some point. I surprised myself, along with everyone else how fast I was recovering, though I think yesterday's incident definitely didn't help the pain.

But I soon found myself changing into a fresh set of clothes, grabbed my weapons, and headed out of the tent. I walked around the camp for only a few minutes before Carol called me over and asked if I would help her hang the clothes up to dry, and as much as I didn't want to, I agreed. I didn't know how to talk to her anymore after Sophia got lost and I didn't want to say anything to upset her. But I also didn't want her to think I was shutting her out, so that's why I agreed to begin with.

"So, how are you doing?" she asked after a few moments of silence, clipping up another shirt on the line.

"I'm okay...how are you doing?" I asked.

She shrugged, "As good as I can be..."

This made me look over at her instantly, "Hey, we're going to find her. I'm going out today and I know Rick and Shane are too. Plus, Daryl found her doll just yesterday, I have hope that she's somewhere safe."

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you, for just... everything. I know how hard you're trying, especially with your injury. Are you sure you're okay to go out?" she asked.

"I'll be fine." I assured.

She nodded again and we continued to hang up the clothes in silence. I only hoped that today would go by smoothly and no one else would get hurt. It's like everyone and their mother was getting shot at the same time.

"You know, he asked for you this morning." she stated out of the blue.

My eyes glanced back over to her in slight confusion, not knowing exactly who "he" was. But the moment I saw the small smirk creep up to her face, I put two and two together.

"Oh?" was all I managed to ask.

She laughed quietly and nodded her head, "I think you're good for him. I mean, you bring out this whole new side to him."

It was then my turn to laugh at that, "I don't think so." I muttered with a shake of my head.

"Well, I do," she replied, "I mean he was so worried about you when you got shot, and was ready to race out to the house in a heartbeat. And he stayed by your side talking to you for hours as soon as you woke up. And then the next day he gives you a new sketchbook that you've been wanting-"

"Okay, does everybody know about that?" I asked.

"Word travels fast," she winked, "But anyway, do you think he would've done all that for just anyone here?"

Standing there for a second, I genuinely thought, would he? We had gotten closer at the CDC and just kept getting closer after that. I was willing to admit that I did have some feelings for Daryl, I wasn't about to deny that to myself, but I guess I always just pushed those feelings aside because I assumed he didn't feel the same way. Also, to me this wasn't necessarily the best time to be thinking about a relationship when there are much bigger problems going on around us every day.

Though she took my silence as a no, "I also don't think he would've let me kiss him on the head yesterday if you hadn't been there. I think he might be trying to show his soft side to you."

I scoffed, "Alright. So, what exactly are you getting at here?" I asked.

She smiled a real smile as she nudged her shoulder with mine, "He likes you."

"Well, we're friends, I sure hope he likes me a little bit." I joked.

She shook her head, "No Rose, he has a little crush on you."

I knew what she meant the first time, but I guess I just didn't want to hear it. I mean I did want to hear it, but I wanted it to be true, and I needed to hear it from the man himself in order to believe that. Physically see the words coming out of his mouth for me to truly know that it was real, and not all in my head.

I smiled and shook my head at her, "Whatever you say." I muttered to the woman, wanting to drop the topic completely.

Casual small talk filled the silence as we quickly made our way through all the clothes that were sloppily laid out in the baskets. I finished helping her after another few minutes, hanging up one last pair of pants, before walking back off towards Daryl's tent with a wave of my hand from over my shoulder.

I had forgotten the one knife I always kept in my boot, silently wanting to grab it quick before I headed out to look for Sophia. I walked past Shane and Rick, letting them know I would be ready to head out soon and they both nodded before going back to their hushed conversation.

Though just before I could walk another two steps, Glenn suddenly approached me like a man on a mission. He quickly stopped me in my tracks with a small basket in his hands, right before I could just barely reach the damn tent.

"Hey, do you want a peach?" he asked me quickly.

My eyes widened as his assertiveness before muttering, "Sure?"

He then was looking around, almost anxiously as I leaned down a bit to pick a couple that looked fine enough. I noticed almost instantly and glanced up at him with one of my eyebrows raised. He seemed panicked before flashing me a reassuring smile that wasn't very convincing.

"You okay?" I asked him slowly.

"Okay? Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm just uh...passing out these peaches and then I'll probably go talk to Maggie for a little bit- unless you want to hangout? We could hangout if you wanted, maybe help out around here, find something to do." he rambled.

I almost physically took a step back in shock that he just word vomited on me and looked slightly behind his head to see Rick and Shane both trying not to laugh as they caught the end of the conversation.

"Glenn just breathe," I told him and he did, taking in a few deep breaths, "I'm going out to look for Sophia today, but we'll talk later...okay?"

He nodded his head frantically, "Okay, yeah...good." he muttered before turning around and taking off in the other direction before I could even bat an eye.

I looked back at Rick and Shane and just mouthed "Wow." Then they actually let their laughter fill the air as I finally walked towards the place I was trying to get to in the first place. I made my way up to the front of the tent and unzipped it, trying to do it gracefully with two peaches balancing in my hands. My gaze then immediately landed on someone laying down inside and I couldn't help but jump in surprise.

Though upon taking a second to actually glance at the intruders face, Daryl only looked up at me confused from his comfortable position, causing me to let out a breath.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me." I said as I made my way in.

His brows furrowed, "Ya do remember this is my tent, right?" he asked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes smartass, I remember, but you're supposed to be recovering in the house."

"Yeah, well I warned ya that probably wouldn't last long."

I shrugged, "Fair enough," I said before glancing down at my hands momentarily, "You want a peach?"

He smiled at me and nodded, taking it from my hands. I then turned my attention back to trying to find my knife in my bag, digging through the small pockets to try and feel for it. I felt Daryl's eyes on me as I looked, though I pretended not to notice as my focus was solely right in front of me. My fingers then felt the small blade and I pulled it out successfully before turning back to face him, his eyes ducking away from me as if he wasn't staring.

"I'm going to head out today and look for Sophia. Stay here and rest for me, will you?" I asked.

He nodded as I turned around to leave, but he quickly started to say something else before I could take another step. "Hey uh... will ya do me a favor?" he asked hesitantly.

"Sure?" I responded.

He then put the peach down and pulled out some fresh bandages for his head, "Will ya help me change these?" he asked shyly.

I smirked a little to myself before nodding my head. Sitting myself down at the end of his sleeping bag, he sat up with his legs crossed, leaning his face closer. I tried to ignore the slight shake in my hands and removed the old bandages delicately, not wanting to rip anymore stitches he had. He began to stare at me as I worked carefully, his eyes scanning all over my face as I desperately tried to focus on anything else but how close he was to me.

I saw out of my peripheral vision that his eyes flickered to my lips every so often, but I just continued to focus on changing the bandage like he asked. Disregarding the old ones, I started to wrap the new bandage around his head a few times, making sure it was tight enough before I was finished.

Finally getting the nerve to look him in the eye, I realized how close our faces actually were, our noses almost touching, and I could've sworn I could feel his breathing feather across my cheeks. I smiled a little before backing up, though I never took my eyes off of him.

"So, how's it look nurse? Am I gonna live?" he smirked.

I scoffed at him but that just made his smirk grow, "Yeah I think you'll live, it won't damage your brain...or well in your case," I trailed off, leaning closer to him and placing my hand on the other side of his head as I looked with furrowed brows, "What's left of one." I finished with a smirk of my own.

"Hey!" he said defensively, trying to fight the smile that was coming onto his face, while trying to smack my hand off his head. I ended up placing both my hands on the sides of his face while we both were laughing tiredly at the joked that wasn't even that funny. He then grabbed both of my wrists, taking my hands off fully, somehow bringing our faces closer than last time.

The smiles we once had on our faces, slowly faded once we both realized the distance between us was only smaller. He was still holding onto my wrists, swearing I could feel him rubbing his thumbs across my skin softly, but it was hard to tell when all I could think about was how our lips merely centimeters away.

"Rose?" a sudden voice called out from outside.

We both jumped away from each other rather quickly upon hearing the interruption, not daring to look each other in the eye. It wasn't like we were embarrassed to be caught, but almost embarrassed because both of us were too scared to close the distance.

My eyes shut tightly with a sigh before I stood up to leave, glancing at him one more time, "I'll see you later." I muttered before leaving, not giving him a chance to respond.

I exited the tent to see Rick standing a few feet away, hands on his hips expectantly as he waited for me, "Sorry, I'm ready. Where do you want me to look?"

He nodded once behind him, "Here let me show you on the map." he replied, and we walked over towards the hood of a truck and looked at the map that had all kinds of markings on it.

He pointed to the spot that he and Shane would be searching together in case I needed them, and then pointed to where I would be looking. I nodded my head and wished them good luck before I was off heading in the other direction.

I was out there for a few hours and had no luck. No trace of her. To think that Rick only left her for a few minutes and just like that she was gone, like she disappeared into thin air. I tried my best to find any type of tracks, either hers or a walker, but nothing. I just wasn't having the best luck, so I made my way back to the farm because my side was starting to kill me, and I forgot to take more painkillers before I left. I felt defeated but I didn't want to just give up or lose hope, so I didn't.

When I got back to the house, I immediately heard screaming coming from a little ways down the field and I couldn't help but groan to myself. A part of me just wanted to turn my ass back around and leave again to get a few more minutes of peace, but that apparently was unrealistic.

My eyes scanned the area to pinpoint where it was coming from, only to find Maggie blowing up at Lori with Glenn just a few feet behind her. I couldn't quite make out the words she was saying from the distance, but soon she stormed off in the direction that I was in. She was speed walking and tried to completely walk past me but I slightly stepped in front of her.

"Maggie what's wrong? You, okay?" I asked her.

"I- I don't know Rose I just need to cool off, we'll talk later okay?" she responded briefly before taking off again.

I was taken aback at how upset and fearful she was all at once, glancing back to see Glenn talking to Lori, I decided to walk over to them to see what the problem was.

"Guys?" I said to get their attention.

They both stopped talking and snapped their necks to look back at me with baffled expressions. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah uh... yeah everything's fine Ro." Glenn said.

My brows furrowed as I wasn't convinced in the slightest, looking over at Lori who couldn't make eye contact with me as she just stared at her shoes in embarrassment. Glancing back to Glenn, I raised my eyebrows at him in question, hoping he could tell me what the hell was going on. His eyes darted between Lori and I a few times before mouthing "Tell you later." I just nodded my head and walked off towards the house, though I couldn't have been left more confused.

As I made my way up the porch, I could hear them beginning to talk again, but I just brushed it off as I made it through the front door and headed up to the bathroom. I looked through all the cabinets before finally finding some painkillers that would ease the throbbing pain I still had in my side. Popping a few of them in my mouth, I left the bathroom slowly to see Beth sitting quietly in her room, and an idea formed in my head. I figured now was as good a time as any to teach her a few things she wanted to learn on the guitar.

"Hey hon," I said to get her attention, "Do you want to learn a few chords on the guitar today?" I asked as I peeked my head through the doorway.

Her eyes lit up, "Yeah! Let me just go get it quick." she said, before rushing back downstairs.

I entered her room right as she was walking out and sat at the end of her bed as I waited. My eyes scanned the walls and noticed the small decorations she had around, and I thought it matched her personality pretty well. Small pictures in frames were hung up on the walls, painted a pretty pink color. Leaving the rest of her furniture a bright white, pulling everything together in the simplest way.

She came back in moments later with a huge smile on her face and the guitar in her hand, sitting down next to me while I was trying to figure out what to teach her first.

"Well, I guess the first thing you need to know is how to hold it so, hold it so your left hand is on the strings and your right will hold the pick." I said to her.

She adjusted the guitar in her hold and then looked at me when she was ready for the next thing.

"Okay, now we can learn a few chords." I stated.

I proceeded to show her five different ones she could do pretty easily since it was her first time. After she got comfortable enough with those, I showed her the few songs she could play with what she learned, and she was getting pretty good at it the more she practiced.

Though we both seemed to burst into laughs when she would curse the second she messed up, but picking back up where she left off with a shake of her head. That, and we found ourselves getting somewhat distracted during random times, talking casually as she took a few breaks here and there. But in the end, she learned how to play 2 songs pretty well after a few hours, leaving her feeling very proud of herself of what she had accomplished.

"Hey, why don't I play one of the songs you taught me, and you sing the lyrics." she suggested suddenly, strumming a few chords absentmindedly.

I immediately shook my head, "Um... I don't think so. How about I play, and you sing." I responded.

"Oh, come on," she tried again, "I just know you're a good singer, I can feel it." she said.

I gave her a pointed look, "You can feel it, huh?" I asked sarcastically, "I don't know hon, it's been a while and I don't really sing anymore." I spoke.

"Well, it's just me. Here I won't even look at you if that helps." she said and turned to face the wall.

I debated in my head for a few seconds before rolling my eyes, though she wasn't able to see, "Fine." I muttered.

I could tell she smiled in victory, "Which one do you want me to play?" she asked excitedly.

"Whichever one you want. I like both of them." I replied.

She thought for only a second before slowly playing the intro to Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. I smiled small to myself, though mentally preparing myself for something I hadn't felt in a while. Nausea washed over me almost instantly, and even though it was just Beth hearing me, I still grew nervous. But nonetheless I took a deep breath and started once the intro ended.

Singing again felt surreal and only brought back memories that I tried hard to repress. All I could think as I continued through the song was about how I used to sing constantly when it wasn't looking too good in my household. With my mother constantly looming over me, I found that singing distracted me, even if it was just for a few moments. It helped. But it was more of something that helped me cope through terrible times, not something that was enjoyable.

But the song thankfully came to a close quicker than I thought, Beth stopping the music and looking back at me with a huge smile on her face. I smiled awkwardly as I tried to forget the feeling I had moments ago, the reminder of the past I didn't need.

"That was amazing Rose!" Beth exclaimed while taking the guitar off and wrapping me in a tight hug, which I returned after a moment.

The sound of soft clapping was then heard from right outside of her room, pulling apart to see Hershel standing there in the doorway with a smile on his face.

"You two sound beautiful together." he complimented.

"Thank you." I said sincerely.

Beth squealed to her dad in excitement, "Rose taught me how to play some things on the guitar and I got her to sing! Doesn't she sound amazing?" she asked.

"Yes she does, Rose you're very talented." he said.

"Okay, okay enough, my head's getting way too big," I brushed off with a laugh, "But thank you."

He nodded his head and came to sit by Beth while she told him everything that I had been teaching her the past few hours, going on and on and only continuing to fill my ego.

I then got up and cleared my throat, "Well, I'm going to head out to check on Glenn, but I'll see you guys later."

Beth nodded, "Okay, thanks again for teaching me. Do you think I can learn some more soon?" she asked.

I smiled, "Sure, just come find me when you want some new songs to learn." I winked.

She smiled and nodded her head before turning back to her dad to tell him more, watching as he got lost in her words and excitement. I smiled to myself before turning around to set off to find Glenn, needing to know what was going on earlier and in the back of my mind it was driving me crazy.

The second I walked outside, I immediately spotted him right next to the RV. He was sitting talking to Dale about something casually when he suddenly saw me out of the corner of his eye, jumping out of his chair and rushed over to me in a matter of seconds. As he was walking towards me quickly, looking like a lunatic, I made eye contact with Dale as the older man followed his retreating figure to see where he was taking off to. He surprisingly gave me a small nod and a smile and I returned it.

I knew just after that small exchange that we were okay, and we could move on from what happened. It was nice to know we were both mature enough for that.

"My God, where have you been? I've been looking all over for you, come on." Glenn said quickly before grabbing me by my arm and dragging me away.

"Well, you didn't look very hard because I was literally in the house the whole time." I clapped back as we walked.

He didn't say anything to my smartass comment, he didn't say anything really until he knew we were far enough away from everyone so no one could hear our conversation. He then dropped my arm and started pacing back and forth, thinking loudly to himself as if he didn't know where to start. I followed him with my eyes as he visibly had an inner debate with himself, my arms crossing over my chest impatiently waiting.

After a few minutes of making myself dizzy, my annoyance grew, "Jesus Christ, just spit it out Glenn."

He stopped pacing and looked at me, and without missing a beat he said, "Lori's pregnant and the barn is full of walkers."

My eyes slowly started to widen the longer I took the information in, processing it as best as I could though it was all insane. It was just a few words, but they were both really big problems. Lori being pregnant in a world like this was no good for her or anyone else. We had Hershel, somewhat of a doctor here to make sure everything was running smoothly. But that didn't mean we could protect this baby from everything, even with the safety of being on the farm. And the walkers in the barn? Oh, I had so many questions, but the biggest one was, why the fuck?

Glenn watched me carefully process all this information, eyeing me nervously, "Take your time, it's a lot to take in." he muttered.

"Yeah, no shit." I snapped, before the habit was suddenly passed onto me, pacing back and forth in a slight panic.

He sighed from behind me, "Well, no need to get snappy at me."

"How long have you known?" I suddenly asked, whipping around to face him.

He stood there for a second, no longer meeting my eyes, "Too long."

I sighed angrily, tangling my fingers through my hair, "Why didn't you tell me when you first found out? This is a huge deal Glenn, my God." I said angrily.

"I'm sorry Ro. I'm so sorry, Maggie told me I couldn't tell anyone and so did Lori. And to be honest I didn't want two women being mad at me at the same time."

"Yeah, well congratulations. Though you seemed to make one pretty damn mad." I quickly said as I gestured to myself.

He sighed and reached out to get me to stop anxiously bouncing on the balls of my feet, "I know, I know but I'm telling you now. I'm sorry."

I stood there for a second looking at him, my face softening after hearing his words. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just... well like you said it's a lot to take in."

He smiled slightly as he nodded, wasting no more time as he went to tell me all the little details. Everything from who knew about what, everything that happened with Lori, and his plan to tell everyone about the walkers tomorrow morning. It was in fact a lot to process, but I was proud of him for telling the group about the walkers even if Maggie would be upset with him. Deep down knowing that it was the right thing to do.

After he told me everything and finally got it all off his chest, we were now sitting down on the grass in complete and utter silence. I didn't know how long we sat like that, our minds running on overdrive, but it had to be a long time considering the farmhouse's lights turned off for the night ages ago.

"Maggie is gonna hate me."

I shook my head, "No she's not. She might be upset at first, but she's not going to hate you. But are you guys, okay? I never got that update." I commented, wiggling my eyebrows as I winked at him.

He rolled his eyes and pushed my arm lightly, "Yeah, we're okay...but after tomorrow I'm not so sure. Ask me again in a couple days."

I laughed lightly as I nodded, "It'll be okay. It's all going to work itself out."

His eyes glanced at me in silent appreciation, wrapping an arm around me as he pulled me in for a side hug. I rested my head on his shoulder with a content sigh as the silence took over once again, thinking about how tomorrow was going to suck ass.

~ Thanks for reading!

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heartlyrins · 1 month

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as someone who is also dealing w hypersexuality, i see you so hard bro. its a free world, you get to write about whatever you want and if they're mad why don't they just block you or..... don't read. I'm personally blocking anyone I see who makes posts disparaging how people enjoy/write fics. i hate that holier-than-thou bs. shaming people for how they decide to enjoy FICTION is actually disgusting. there are way bigger fish to fry in the real world and if they want a cause, they should focus on real world problems, not someone minding their own business. personally, I'm not someone who enjoys incest fics but I'm super cool so I scroll past them because I'm a normal person who knows how to act on the internet when i see something that is not for me (again personally). keep writing. don't stop. have fun!

Just got a break off work and decided to reply to my inboxes, thank u for all the support but I decided to not really care abt the hate anymore since it's so pointless to, these people cannot dictate between fiction and reality.

I just wanna address a few things since it's really been getting on my nerves.

First is the "Oh you erased his entire personality!!", "he's not gonna do this!!" comment. 99.10% of the smut fics you read are things that he won't even do (no he's not gonna touch you or fall in love with you) it's fictional, get real.

Second is the "get a therapist" or "keep it to yourself", ya'll keep telling me that shit but outside this blog I have a fully healthy life (except with minor inconveniences with my mental health) but I am on good terms with my family n friends.

Third is the "go outside!!", "touch grass..", I'm a full grown woman who's already working.. How bout you get outta your parents house and go touch grass yourself

Fourh is the "get away from ur family members", and the I like my brother shit. Man, genuinely fuck you because I've told you many times that I don't like my own family.. At this point I'm the one that's disgusted with ya'll for always accusing me that/using it as an argument.. Fuck you all, say that shit again and I swear 😭

Anyways, thanks again for the support and for the comments on my writings, some say I have poor wording and I do admit that since I'm actually a very forgetful person and English is not my first language. So if I wanted to write something fancy I would just keep forgetting words to use because I have like 4 languages to remember in my head.

Sorry if I cannot write as good as other writers and my writings seems repetitive, but I'll try to get better for you all. And I admit that I can't really get a character's personality correct, so my brain might just patch up whatever I think of.

I've been putting triple warnings on my fics now since clearly some of them can't see it.. So if they still shit on it it's their fault honestly. Block button is there hun x

BLESS 🙏🏻

#tw.noncon #tw.dark content #aventurine smut

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thebluestbluewords · 1 month

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An offer she couldn’t refuse…

I don’t know what’s going on with the new Rise of Red trailer, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. I’m not too afraid to speculate though!!

Uma grinds her boots on the carpet as she walks into Mal's office. It's not muddy enough for her to track much in, but she's still got old blood on her heels, and bloodstains never really come out.

It's petty. Evil knows it's petty, but after all this time, Uma's pretty sure she deserves a little petty when it comes to the new queen. She's not the one with the ostentatious royal sign on her door, and she's certainly not the one putting kingdom business on hold so she can host the fluffy, stupid wedding of her dreams.

Not that they're here to talk about that.

"Princess."

Mal spins around. "Uma."

Uma steps closer. There's a desk in between them, but that's not a problem. The little queen is short, just like her wicked mother, and Uma's got practice looming over people taller than her. With Mal's fairy stature, it's not trouble at all for Uma to lift her chin and glare down her former archnemesis. In fact, it's a pleasure.

Mal drops her gaze first. Hah.

"Thanks for coming," she says, dropping into her fancy fucking desk chair. "I appreciate it. I know you're busy, what with the pirating and all. It means a lot that you came."

Uma drops into the other chair that somebody has so conveniently placed on the visitor's side of the desk. "Cut the shit, princess. You called me here for a reason, and I'm here because I want to know what it is. No more, no less."

Mal's eyes flicker back up to meet her own. They're bright green. Magical bright green.

Well, shit.

"I have an offer for you," the Queen of Auradon says slowly. "Which I think you're uniquely qualified for. You can turn it down if you want, but I'm asking you to hear me out first. Fair?"

Uma lifts a finger up to tap her mother's necklace where it sits hot against her collarbone. The problem with magical items is that you can't always turn them off. It's not that she wants to take advantage of her mother's ocean magic and use the locket to steal whatever spell Mal's got sitting behind her eyes, but sometimes the magic just slips out, and she ends up absorbing spells that weren't intended for her.

Sometimes they're even useful.

"Life ain't fair, princess," Uma drawls. "But sure, I'll hear you out. What'd you got for me?"

"Headmaster. Of Auradon Prep."

"No."

Mal's eyes flash. "Hear me out, Uma."

"No way. A school full of royals is never gonna listen to a pirate from the Isle of the Lost. You might as well ask an orge to be headmaster."

"Good to know you consider yourself on the same level as ogres," Mal snaps. "But you said you'd listen to me. I need someone from the Isle to serve as acting headmistress while Fairy Godmother is on sabbatical, and I want it to be you."

Uma swings a foot up to grind her boot heel on the chair too. "Why me? Why not Princess Blueberry, or your precious Freddie Facilier?"

"Freddie's busy. Evie's not available. And they're not the leaders of a pirate crew. They don't have your experience with managing idiots.”

"If you only brought me here to insult my crew, I can leave." Uma offers, jerking a finger over her shoulder towards the door.

She takes a special satisfaction in making the queen of Auradon grind her teeth. Sure, her ex-girlfriend can just grow her magical dragon teeth out bigger and better than before, but Uma's got to make her use those magic powers. No easy roads out for the princess who grabbed freedom with both hands and left the rest of them behind.

"Please," Mal grits out. "Uma. I wouldn't be asking you if I had anyone else that I thought could do it, you know this. Auradon Prep is--"

She cuts herself off.

Fascinating.

"Auradon Prep is what?"

"It's-- look, I can't give you the details unless you want the job."

Oh, she wants the job.

"I can't accept the job," Uma says carefully, letting each word slip out like a pearl from her mother's oysters, "Until I know what it entails. I have a whole crew relying on me, and I can't just abandon them for just any old headmaster role. I need to know it'll be worth my while."

The office door clicks shut.

Uma leans back in her chair as Mal's eyes glow green, greener, and slip closed.

"Swear that you won't speak of this to anybody outside this room," Mal intones in a voice that is both hers and not her own. "Swear on the ocean."

Uma scoffs. "I'm not swearing anything. I tell my left hand man everything that I know. It's why we work. Honesty, princess, ever heard of it?"

Mal's eyes crack open. They're glowing scary green, like the bioluminescent algae that Uma pulls up from the sea floor sometimes when she's bored with waiting for the Southern Isles' trade ships to appear. Sort of a freaky color if you're not ready for it. "You can tell Harry. But that's it, and if he tells anybody else, I get to send my crows after him."

"Deal."

Her eyes slip shut again. That voice, the creepy double-edged rasp of magic, creaks out of her throat. "Then swear it, daughter of Ursula. Swear that what you hear today will not leave this room, except to confer with your second in command."

Aw, hell.

"I swear." Uma says, mostly just to get her to shut up. "Swear it on my mother's watery grave."

"It is done," Mal intones. "Remember your promise, daughter of the sea."

Uma rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Give me the deets, Mal."

Her ex's head flops forward. The light cuts out abruptly from her eyes. It's creepy, but they were born and raised in creep central, so it's not like Uma's freaked out by the frankly gratuitous display of magic bullshittery.

Her head snaps back up before Uma can think to poke her with one of her knives. "There's a time distortion."

#my fic #descendants #descendants: blasphemy edition #rise of red #for those of you who are blacklisting the tag #I’m just SO fascinated by the original concepts we were teased with the whole time travel business #and yea sure I’ve been reading a lot of SW fic with jedi fucking with the time stream #but descendants deserves some time fuckery. As a treat #mal bertha #uma triskelion

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