#calamity toilets

[polclarissou]

made a horrible website for my horrible sims houses, as a safekeeping measure https://polclarissou.com/housingcrisis/ 

#sims #sims 4 #sims build #calamity toilets #architecture #houses!! houses!! houses!! houses!!

[mcmansionhell]

pre-recession, post-taste

Hello, everyone. I hope this blog can bring some well-needed laughs in really trying times. That's why I've gone back into the archives of that precipitous year 2007, a year where the McMansion was sleepwalking into being a symbol of the financial calamity to follow. We return to the Chicago suburbs once more because they remain the highest concentration of houses in their original conditions. Thanks to our flipping predilection, these houses become rarer and rarer and I have to admit even I have developed a fondness for them as a result.

Our present house is ostensibly "French Provincial" in style, which is McMansion for "Chateaux designed by Carmela Soprano". It boasts 7 bedrooms, 8.5 bathrooms, and comes in at a completely reasonable 15,000 square feet. It can be yours for an equally reasonable $1.5 million.

Every 2007 McMansion needed two things: a plethora of sitting rooms and those dark wood floors. This house actually has around five or six sitting rooms (depending if you count the tiled sunroom) but for brevity's sake, I'll only provide two of them.

With regards to the second sitting room, I'm really not one to talk statuary here because beside me there is a bust of Dante where the sculptor made him look simultaneously sickly and lowkey hot.

Technically, if we are devising a dichotomy between sitting and not sitting (yes, I know about the song), the dining room also counts as a sitting room. The more chairs in your McMansion dining room, the more people allegedly like you enough to travel 2.5 hours in traffic to see you twice a year.

Here's the thing about nostalgia: the world as we knew it then is never coming back. In some ways this is sad (kitchens are entirely white now and marble countertops will look terrible in about 3 years) but in other ways this is very good (guys in manhattan have switched to private equity instead of betting the farm on credit default swaps made from junk mortgages proffered to America's most vulnerable and exploited populations.) Progress!

Okay I really don't understand the 50 bed pillows thing. Every night my parents tossed their gazillion decorative pillows on the floor just to put them back on the bed the next morning. Like, for WHAT? Who was going in there? The Pope?

Here's a fun one for your liminal spaces moodboards. (Speaking for myself.)

Yes, I know about skibidi toilet. And sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler. I wish I didn't. I wish I couldn't read. Literacy is like a mirror in which I only see the aging contours of my face.

When your kids move out every room becomes a guest room.

Anyway, let's see what the rear of this house has to offer.

The migratory birds will not forgive them for their crimes. But also seriously, not even a garden?

Anyway, that does it for this round of McMansion Hell. Happy Halloween!

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#architecture #design #mcmansion #mcmansions #ugly houses #interior design #bad architecture #2000s design #illinois

[saintmeghanmarkle]

American Riviera Orchard - an analysis of this calamity of a name by u/ElectricalAd9212

American Riviera Orchard - an analysis of this calamity of a name Recently there has been a thing for 'Old Money' aesthetics on Instagram.'Old Money' as opposed to 'New Money'New Money is well, newly acquired money, and the style and aesthetic that goes with that.New money isn't bad in itself. There is an argument that 'Old Money' is snobbish towards 'New Money', looking down on the self made people who spend on designer lables to signal their financial status.'Old Money' takes its aesthetic from 'old' Europe, in particular, a sense of aristocracy. Of timeless, classy, understated style and elegance. But 'Old Money' in America is also rooted in the old families and traditions of America. Without an aristocracy, America still had aristocratic people, who emulated the traditions and elegance and class of the old world, and imbued it with an American essence.I think part of the incredible success and appeal of Ralph Lauren is his brand emanates a sense of American Old Money, whilst signaling a trans Atlantic origin. Much of the aesthetic and feel of his style is rooted in British and Italian gentry traditions. What could be more Old Money and upper class than the very logo of your brand being a man on a horse playing polo?So Ralph Lauren is a brilliant example of taking Old Money culture and making it successful as a genuinely stylish brand rooted in American elegance and style.Now, lets examine 'American Riveira Orchard'Instead of creating imagery of a timeless American old money aesthetic, the name screams word salad gibberish, a name which evokes someone who is making cheap tat like scented candles for use in the toilet, and they want to give it a feint 'classy' name when its sold at the local discount store.Markle is by every metric a calamity and failure of a kind that is truly unique.This is a woman who married into the pinnacle of 'Old Money', the British Royal Family, and has succeeded in degrading her own image in every way whilst ennobling the image of the Monarchy in contrast to her.But most of all, she is incapable of embodying any of the essence and class of Old Money America that she so desperately thinks she embodies. She embodies the worst qualities of 'New Money', the ugly, unpleasant, nasty vulgarity, without embodying its good qualities, of hard work and self creation, and she is the antithesis of 'Old Money', that of effortless, understated elegance, with a noble flair, and a sense of noblesse oblige and class and generosity and humility in not being ostentatious, and having a sense of responsibility towards others.In every way, Markle and Harry are a calamity unlike any other seen in public life in memory, and they embody the very worst aspects of modern Anglo-American culture, and nothing speaks more of this than the hilariously absurd name of her endeavour, 'American Riviera Orchard', an awful string of words from a calamity of a mind and person.​ post link: https://ift.tt/4jSeVaQ author: ElectricalAd9212 submitted: March 20, 2024 at 01:29PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #fucking grifters #Worldwide Privacy Tour #Instagram loving bitch wife #Backgrid #voetsek meghan #walmart wallis #markled #archewell #archewell foundation #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duke of sussex #duchess of sussex #doria ragland #rent a royal #clevr #clevr blends #lemonada media #archetypes with meghan #invictus #invictus games #Sussex #WAAAGH #american riviera orchard #ElectricalAd9212

[jmagnabo92]

Five times Alex and Henry made me laugh BEFORE they even got together:

There are so many funny moments and statements between Henry and Alex, even when they're not together:

1. Alex steals his phone and puts his number in:

"Here," Alex says. "That's my number. If we're gonna keep this up, it's going to get annoying to keep going through handlers. Just text me. We'll figure it out."

Henry stares at him, expression blankly bewildered, and Alex wonders how this guy has any friends.

"Right," Henry says, finally. "Thank you."

"No Booty calls," Alex tells him, and Henry chokes on a laugh.

2. Henry texts him about the 'Is Alex going to be a dad":

"Is Alex Claremont-Diaz going to be a father?" - "But we were ever so careful, Dear."

3. The time Alex sent Henry a bunch of buttons for the campaign:

Henry: "I've just received a 5-kilo parcel of Ellen Claremont campaign buttons with your face on them. Is this your idea of a prank?"

Alex: "Just trying to brighten up that wardrobe, sunshine."

Henry: "I hope this gross miscarriage of campaign funds is worth it to you. My security thought it was a bomb. Shaan almost called in the sniffer dogs."

Alex: "Oh, definitely worth it. Even more worth it now. Tell Shaan I say hi and I miss that sweet sweet ass. xoxoxo

Henry: "I will not."

4. The Great Turkey Calamity:

Henry: "Please send photos."

Alex: Sends picture of Cornbread.

Henry: "I think he's cute."

Alex: "That's because you can't hear all the menacing gobbling."

Henry: "Yes, famously the most sinister of all animal sounds, the gobble."

Alex - calls Henry: "You know what, you little shit..."

Later,

Henry: "I'm really going to have you offed," Henry tells him. "You'll never see it coming. Our assigns are trained in discretion. They will come in the night, and it will look like a humiliating accident."

Alex: "Autoerotic asphyxiation?"

Henry: "Toilet heart attack."

Alex: "Jesus."

Henry: "You've been warned."

Alex: "I thought you'd kill me in a more personal way. Silk pillow over my face, slow and gentle suffocation. Just you and me. Sensual."

Henry: "Ha. Well."

And ...

Henry: "Jaffa cakes, my God," Henry says. "I'm having my entire life haunted by a deranged American Neanderthal and a pair of turkeys, apparently."

and then continues to share with him anyway.

And five:

5. Alex calling Henry's dad a babe:

Alex: "You know there's a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe."

Henry: "I BEG YOU TO NOT."

LMAO These two are so funny. The no booty calls really gets me knowing that's ALL they do once they kiss.

#rwrb #rwrb book #prince henry rwrb #alex claremont diaz #First Prince

[era404skibiditoilet]

Calamity for the Alliance: A theory for the upcoming Titans versus GT battle

The battle ensues between the Titans and GT but TSpeaker remains.. awfully still. Watching from the sidelines almost.

Eventually, GT completely runs out of energy - he isn't faking it this time. The Titans decide to exchange finishing blows and it starts with TCam.

He bashes GT's head with the Entrapper arm and rips out some of his teeth. A camera-heli flys in and drops a large bomb into TCams head. He fiddles with it and a sort of jetpack mechanism activates. It rushes into GT and takes a huge chunk out of his toilet body and almost completely rattles of his armour. GT now feels what TCam felt when the rocket toilet was sent to kamikaze him tenfold.

Next was TSpeaker. He finally walks up after just standing there for ages and prepares to absolutely demolish GT for forcing him to fight alongside him, but that isn't what happens. TTV senses that he's gonna take out a LOT of rage on this mf and lends him some core energy. TSpeaker then stares TCam dead in the lens.

TCam waves his hand infront of TSpeakers face, confused - but then TSpeaker activates his arm cannons and knocks TCam to the ground with the sheer force being released. TCam is severely weakend and loses his other working arm and a leg.

TTV steps in immediately and pushes TSpeaker to the ground with a simple kick.

"!?gniod uoy era kcuf eht tahW"

In that moment, TCams entrapper arm acts up - and GT starts madly laughing. The arm extends and lifts TSpeaker up - and he removes his jetpack and gives it to GT, who speeds off as fast as he can using it. TTV considers following but decides he better sort out TSpeaker before shit goes down.

He rips off the Entrapper arm and forces it on TSpeakers main head.

".kcuf suorotiart uoy ,eiD"

With a shove, it cleanly rips off - revealing a large toilet on the inside surrounded by a sort of control panel. It cackles and a beep. beep. beep. starts emitting from inside. Before TTV can do anything, the body is no longer under the grip of the arm and scrambles on top of TCam. TTV activates the only emergency shield he was given right before disaster strikes. In a massive explosion of acid and all sorts of other deadly things - what was though to be TSpeaker detonates so powerfully that the force is not too far from that of a nuclear bomb.

After the dust settles and TTV can see again, TCam is there, moments away from complete death. He revs up his core flamethrower and donates all his energy to TTV - with only a flicker remaining. That flicker is used to deliver one final shaky thumbs up, before his arm slumps and his lens goes dark.

The TSpeaker fighting alongside them wasn't real. It was a decoy set by those bastards. They don't care if he went through part of their army if it meant they could destroy a Titan. And that's what they got.

The real TSpeaker still lies in the one remaining part of the Skibidi Base. Still infected and likely upgraded beyond comprehension. The last hope for the toilets to win.

But TTV won't let TCam die in vain. The Alliance will persevere in his name, no matter the cost. They will win.

#eratags: writing #skibidi toilet #EEEE I'm gonna make part 2 soon I think #Just a reblog with a couple touchups etc and what TTV starts doing after this

[cleolinda]

Story time: wet chaos

Internet, do you remember this?

Internet, I have updates. They are not good. They are in fact Bad. There is a little bathroom on the basement level of my house and, as of this morning, it is flooding. I have a trashfire back from my spinal surgery a few years ago, so, it's my mom who's had to stay home and deal with this, while I wrangle the dog. My house is already made of drinking straws and cardboard (a story for another time), so we have a water vacuum. She has emptied it out into the driveway ten times so far.

I take our dog outside to do his thing, and I see bits of toilet paper washing around in the rain.

This means that the rain is not what flooded the basement.

"I KNOW it's not the rain because it's coming UP FROM THE SHOWER," says my mom. Oh, where Pennywise lives. Yeah, that checks out.

Now, because our house is a calamity magnet, we also have a plumbing contract. We have a problem, they come out and fix it. Well, whenever they can. After three hours, they're on their way (earlier than they thought they could get here, even). And, on the phone, the Contractual Plumber says, "Yeah, that sounds like [Redacted Internet Provider We Don't Even Use] messed up your sewer line AND your water line." See this picture I posted last week of a pipe in the yard mysteriously spewing into the street as to why this is a STRONG GUESS.

--Update, I have just been told how much we have to pay out of pocket to start and it is Not Good.

Now, the entire neighborhood is PISSED AF about this, and one of our neighbors started passing out the business card of a City Public Works representative. My mom talked to this rep in person, and he promised that The City would reimburse The Neighborhood for damages, destroyed plants, exorbitant water bills, etc. So we're about to put this guy to the test, let's put it that way, or he's going on Sasha the Christmas Tiger's list (I don't make the rules).

#story time with cleo #this might as well happen #it got worse #text post #wet chaos 2022

[carolinaboy34]

Molecule

I had been banging my head against the desk for a couple of hours working on a group project at the library with some of my friends in Chemistry class. We had this huge model to build of the end result of a complex series of chemical reactions, and one hydrogen or chemical bond out of place would mean failure on the project.

We were sitting together at the end of a long table in the stacks upstairs, so as to not bother others that were studying in the cubicles in the main areas. We were about 75% of the way done when a big part of the molecule fell apart, leaving parts scattered over the table and the floor. We gathered everything back up and started again, being careful to make the joints were strong to avoid a repeat collapse. We suddenly heard a “Fuck!” and then a slam and looked over at the other end of the table and saw someone with his hands rubbing his eyes, his laptop closed and pushed away from him on the table. He was really attractive, his dark t-shirt covering his wide shoulders and strong chest. He had short cut dark hair and a scruffy beard covering a strong jaw and lush, full lips. He dropped his hands from his eyes and caught me looking at him. I held his gaze but didn’t do anything. He held my eyes for a couple of beats then looked away, likely in disgust. Whatever.

We went back to the project and were making progress, the guy at the end of the table not intruding into our bubble anymore. We discovered that one of the molecules we needed got lost, likely rolling away when the model collapsed earlier. I got down on the floor and looked around, seeing the small white ball far under the table. It clearly rolled away when the calamity happened earlier. I did notice that it was right at the feet of the guy at our table. His legs stretched out in front of him and covered in tight-fitting dark denim. I crawled under the table to grab the molecule when I noticed he spread his legs apart, and his hard dick was out! His pants were undone and his dick was out pressing against the edge of the table. His balls stayed tucked into his jeans, but his girthy dick was hard and pulsing against the table’s edge, his thumb hooked around the shaft holding it tight.

I gathered our molecule then crawled over between his legs, my face pushing up between his thighs until my nose made contact with his shaft. His scent was amazing, musky and strong, exuding testosterone and pheromones, making me drunk and needing more of it. He didn’t move but held his dick still against the table, so I extended my tongue until I made contact with the shaft and ran my tongue from the base as far up as I could underneath the table. He jumped and pulled back, then settled back again.

With my friends right there, I didn’t think I should do much more there, so I crawled back out from under the table and gave the molecule to a friend, announcing, somewhat loudly, that I needed to go to the bathroom. I walked past him, and he kept his dick out hooked on his thumb, now with precum gathering on the tip. He was uncut! That was new to me, but something I had been looking forward to for a while. It’s not like you can just go up to a guy and ask if he’s uncircumcised.

I knew that the bathrooms in the stacks were not very busy and were sometimes used for hook-ups, so I didn’t think anything about going in and undressing in the last stall, the extra room provided for wheelchair access hopefully coming in handy (nevermind that the maze to get to the bathroom was long and tortuous, mostly down narrow aisles that could never accommodate a wheelchair!) I threw my clothes to the floor and sat on the toilet, stroking my dick and cleaning my fingers of the precum that leaked out of the tip. I spent a while there and began to wonder if he was going to come, getting dangerously close to blowing my load over the floor of the stall. Finally, the door to the bathroom opened, and cautious steps echoed through the tiled room. He walked down the aisle to the final stall and pushed the door open to find me stroking on the toilet. He got a smirk on his face and said “Couldn’t wait, huh?”

“Yeah, I got kinda worked up under that table. I was hoping you’d follow me!”

“I almost didn’t. Never been with a dude before, but as you walked away, your ass was very convincing.”

“Not gotten many complaints yet!”

He came into the stall and latched the door.

“Grant.”

“Drew.”

His hard dick was outlined in his jeans, pointing to the left and pushing the pocket of his jeans out. I reached up and drew my finger along the length from base to tip, feeling the firmness of his shaft. “Horny?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“I think I can. Gutsy taking this weapon out in the library like that.”

“Yeah, I was watching porn and didn’t think the nerd patrol you were part of would ever notice.”

“Hey! This nerd can take a dick like a world champion!”

I undid his belt and pulled the zipper down, exposing the base of his dick and the fact he was going commando. I leaned in and pushed my nose into the opening, smelling his crotch and the base of his hard cock, getting drunk again on the smells and hormones. I reached around and pulled down his pants from the back, dragging them down his legs to pool at his feet. His hard dick slapped me in the face on its way to pointing straight up. His closed clipped pubic hair framed the base of his dick, his balls hanging down in a hairless sack. I licked up the shaft from his balls to the tip, gathering the precum that was pooled in his foreskin and sucking it into my mouth. I went back to lick his balls and grabbed his dick around the base, squeezing tightly and pushing up his shaft, pushing his precum up and out the tip, letting me suck it up and savor the smooth texture and nutty flavor. I then pulled down on his dick and wrapped my fingers around the base again, pulling the skin tight and exposing his dick head to the air. I took it in my mouth, and my taste buds exploded with the flavors that I encountered. I’d never tasted so much at once while sucking dick before - it was gym and sweat and hormones and probably some piss and a bunch of other tastes I’d never encountered but at that moment vowed to get as often as possible!

It was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever encountered, so I dove back onto his dick and sucked him deep into my mouth, running my tongue along the length and sucking as much of him as I could. I love sucking dick - it is such an intimate act and immediately establishes me as someone that will do whatever the receiver wants, the perfect position for a sub-boi like me. I used everything I had with him - my lips, tongue, throat, esophagus, hands, and breath to stimulate him to make more precum and to make him feel good.

“Jesus, you’re good at this! You’re fucking worshipping it!”

“Mmmhmm mmmphmm.”

“Fuck! Girls usually hate that I’m not cut. You treat it like it's necessary for your life!”

As my mouth rose up the length of his dick to the tip, I ran my thumb along the bottom to push up more pre, then swallowed it like it was my last meal. He grabbed my hair and started pushing me up and down his dick with more urgency, shoving my face down on the base of his dick until the head pierced my throat and lodged in my esophagus. He then pulled me up until just the head was locked behind my lips, my tongue rolling over the tip to gather as much of his essence as I could. I grabbed onto his ass, feeling him flex with each thrust into my face and dug my hands into the flesh. He grabbed onto my head more strongly and forced me onto him with increased vigor, slamming my nose into his pubic bone. He brought me down one last time and held me there, his dick flexing in my throat. All I could hear was his deep breathing as he held me down as far as I could get. I started pushing back against his hips and hitting his ass in an attempt to get some air, and he eventually let go and pulled me off of his dick.

“Have enough of it?”

“Fuck! That’s amazing. I could spend all day doing that!”

“May have to take you up on that one day. But now I wanna bust my load, and your ass was what enticed me in here.”

I stood up and stepped out of my pants, turning to face the wall and spreading my legs wide. I arched my back and leaned against the wall, pushing my ass out into the stall and toward him. I swayed a little back and forth, inviting him. He reached over and gently grabbed onto my ass and rubbed it, then squeezed a little harder. I moaned quietly and pushed back against his grip, which he took as encouragement and started kneading harder, using both hands to manipulate my ass and spread my cheeks apart. He saw my hole and stopped squeezing my ass to run a finger up my crack and over my hot hole. He paused to feel the tight muscle and moisture surrounding the smooth, hairless skin.

His finger tentatively pushed against my entrance, trying to enter my body. I winked my muscle and relaxed, allowing his finger to go in to at least the first knuckle. He just froze there for a moment.

“Christ, that’s tight! It’s so hot! I gotta get into that.”

He pulled out abruptly then leaned down and spit on my hole a couple of times. Standing up, he spit onto his dick, rubbing it over his length before putting the head against my sphincter and pushing. We both held our breath in anticipation before he sunk in, his thick cock spreading my hole open and stretching the muscle wide to encircle and squeeze his shaft. He kept pushing until his abs hit my ass and he was fully seated inside my body. He held still for several moments, his hands gripping my hips firmly. I could feel his cock spasming and flexing inside me, and it took a while for him to calm down.

“Fuck, it feels to warm and tight. I’ve never felt anything like it! Your ass is massaging my dick! How do you do that?”

“My body loves getting fucked. It just does it to a great dick!”

He completely covered my body - his dick lodged deep inside me, his chest and legs pressed against my back, his face resting on my shoulder. His hands were pressed to the wall above my head, and he was breathing deeply in my ear. His body flexed and he started to pull out of me, his dick dragging out of my tightened hole, rubbing against the muscle as it strained against his girth. When he reached the end of his withdrawal, his dick head rubbed against my prostate and sent shivers throughout my body and a pulse of precum oozing out of my dick. He held still just inside my anal ring before pushing back in, forcing his dick past my sphincter and deep inside me again. When he bottomed out, he pushed harder and forced me into the wall, trying to get as deep as he could.

He settled into a rhythm, long-dicking me with a steady drum beat, driving me into the wall before pulling almost all the way out. I could feel the walls of my ass grabbing onto his shaft as he pulled out of me, imagining what it looked like to him and getting more turned on. My dick was stone hard and pressed between my body and the wall, getting squeezed with each thrust he made. After a short time, with me climbing closer to the peak of Mount Climax, he reached down and wrapped his arms around my neck and upper chest, pulling my head back and yanking me onto him with each thrust into my body. He had my lower body trapped against the wall and my upper body pulled back by my neck - it was incredibly exciting to be used so brutally to get him off and pushed me higher and higher. His thrusts became more urgent and stronger, he pulled me tighter and stretched me harder, while his dick broke my ass open and had free movement in and out. With one long pull and a deep thrust into me, he held me still, pulled in an uncomfortable way, before he roared in my ear and let loose a barrage of short jabs into my ass while he deposited his load deep inside my hole. His complete ownership of my body pushed me over the edge, and I came against the wall, my cum splattering up between my chest and the tile, some getting up to my neck.

He relaxed and slumped against my body, still inside me, and regained his breath and normal heart rate. His sweaty torso slid against my back as he slid down and plopped out of my ass, along with a healthy amount of cum. I tightened as best as I could to hold his load inside me, but his assault on my hole left it with little muscle tone left. We both got dressed silently. I had little hope of any intimacy after that, but I felt the urge to give him a big hug and kiss. I have no idea why. I don’t have any illusions about what an encounter like this is other than each of us getting off. As I stood after pulling my pants up, he stepped up to me and grabbed me, pulling me into a huge bear hug then leaned in and planted a big kiss on my lips. I didn’t expect that, but melted into the embrace and returned it with great enthusiasm.

“Again, sometime?”

“For sure. Anytime.”

He left the stall first, and I went to splash some cool water on my face and wash my hands before rejoining the “nerd patrol” and our project. They had lost a big part of the molecule again and were only a little further than they were when I left. No one seemed to notice I had been absent, but Lisa gave me a long, studied look before pointing at my clavicle. A large glob of Grant’s load seeped out of my hole as I reached up and felt a shot of cum on my skin, left over from the huge orgasm Grant gave me. Oops!

[somegirlsnerdywords2]

Anime I'm Interested in Fall 2023

Spy x Family Season 2: Airing October 7th

Synospsis: Second season of Spy x Family.

2. Tokyo Revengers: Tenjiku-hen: Airing October 4th.

Synopsis: Third season of Tokyo Revengers.

3. Tearmoon Empire: Airing October 8th

Synopsis: Surrounded by the hate-filled gazes of her people, the selfish princess of the fallen Tearmoon Empire, Mia, takes one last look at the bleeding sun before the guillotine blade falls… Only to wake back up as a twelve-year-old! With time rewound and a second chance at life dropped into her lap, she sets out to right the countless wrongs that plague the ailing Empire. Corrupt governance? Check. Border troubles? Check. Natural calamities and economic strife? Check.

My, seems like a lot of work. Hard work and Mia don't mix, so she seeks out the aid of others, starting with her loyal maid, Anne, and the brilliant minister, Ludwig. Together, they strive day and night to restore the Empire. Little by little, their tireless efforts begin to change the course of history, pushing the whole of the continent toward a new future. And why did the selfish princess have a change of heart, you ask? Simple—she didn't. She's just terrified of the guillotine. They hurt like hell, and Mia hates pain more than work.

(Source: J-Novel Club)

4. After-School Hanako-Kun: Airing October 13th

Synopsis: The ghostly Hanako-kun and his mortal assistant, Nene Yashiro, usually have their hands full resolving various supernatural incidents in Kamome Academy, but how do they spend their time when they get a break from all that? Come and watch the characters of Toilet-bound Hanako-kun play games, get sick, change genders, and discover world-shaking secrets during their laid-back after-school hours!

(Source: Yen Press)

....Not really feeling most of the offerings this season. I'll wait and see if something jumps out at me after a few episodes have aired.

Anything you all think looks great in the upcoming season? Any suggestions?

#anime #spy x family #tokyo revengers #tearmoon empire #after school hanako kun

[todaysdocument]

Claim by Albina Bassani, 1/13/1913, detailing the clothing, jewelry, and money she lost when the Titanic sank; and claiming that the Oceanic Steamship Navigation Company owed her compensation. 

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United States

Series: Admiralty Case Files

Transcription: 

United States District Court Southern District Of New York 

Fol. 1. 

In the matter of THE PETITION OF THE OCEANIC STEAMSHIP NAVIGATION COMPANY, LIMITED, for the limitation of its liabilities as owner of the steamship Titanic. NOW COMES ALBINA BASSANI as claimant herein, pursuant to a monition duly issued by this court on the 4th day of October, 1912 and for her claims pursuant to the said monition by her proctor Andrea Pelmori respectfully shows and alleges to this honorable court. 

FIRST:- On information and belief that the Ocean Steamship Navigation Company, Limited was at all times hereinafter mentioned the owner of a certain steamship known and designated as Titanic, and that as such owner was a carrier of passengers for hire by said steamship from Liverpool to the port of New York. 

SECOND:- That heretofore and on or about the 11th day of April, 1912, your claimant herein for value duly became a passenger upon the said steamship Titanic, owner, controlled and operated by the aforesaid Oceanic Steamship Navigation Company, Limited at Liverpool and embarked at the aforesaid place for the port of New York, being a first-cabin passenger. 

THIRD:- That while en route from the aforesaid place of embarkment to the said port of New York and while your said claimant was a passenger upon the aforesaid steamship Titanic the said steamship while en route from the place of embarkment as hereinbefore stated, to the port of New York, the said Titanic collided with an iceberg on or about the 14th day of April, 1912, as more fully set forth in the petition for an order appointing a commissioner to receive proofs of claim and directing a monition to issue en-

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Fol. 4 

joining suits duly filed in the office of the Clerk of the United States District Court in and for the Southern District of New York on the 4th day of October, 1912, and that subsequent to the said colliding of the said steamship Titanic with an iceberg, as hereinbefore states, the said steamship sank and your deponent is one of the surviving passengers. 

FOURTH:- By reason of the calamity and sinking of the said steamship Titanic your claimant as a passenger lost the following personal property and moneys which she now claims is justly due to her, that is to say: 

Dresses and other wearing materials and apparrels for which primarily consists of stylish, tailor-made gowns for which your deponent paid a sum equal to cur- rency in the United States of $400. and that the same is the reasonable value thereof. " 

5. Bedding and linen and other apparatus for the bedding purposes, $300 and that the same is the reasonable value thereof. 

Hats, bonnets and hear gear, $100 and that the same is the reasonable value thereof. 

Shoes, slippers and other foot gear, $50 and that the same is the reasonable value thereof. 

Tools and implements which your claimant uses in her daily vocation of a lady in waiting for ladies by whom she is employed at divers times, $250 and that the same is the reasonable value thereof. 

Jewels for personal adornment, $1500 and that the same is the reasonable value thereof. 

Toilet articles $40 and that the same is the reasonable value thereof. 

6. 

Money. $250 

Total claim $2890 

Albina Bassani Claimant.

#archivesgov #January 13 #1913 #1910s #Titanic #law #legal claims #lady in waiting

[cherrysoulth]

STAGGERING

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Seokjin

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Romance, Complicated relationships, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5070

⚠️chapter warnings: Explicit smut, death threats, ownership, toxic masculinity pokes, patriarchal, hierarchy, spoken mxm

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble across this work? Glad you're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

This one-shot is inspired by a story that I'm writing, called: Sandman. There's another one, also inspired on Sandman, called: Finally Alone and Golden hour

I will post Sandman only for paid members once it's finished. (Memberships won't be available until I the story is completed)

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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You love the visual aspect of Kim's Manor. The changes Namjoon made after their father died, to make it more in his style, has paid off. The sun bathes the stone walls outside retaining the warmth and somehow when you lean on them in the late afternoon, they feel like you are leaning against the man himself.

That's not all; the place is much greener, a lot less rigid than his father's aesthetic. But it still holds a majestic escence that simply seems to flow through them like the blue blood flows through the Min's veins.

Past the entrance hall, the interior makes you feel at home, but as you step in through the magnificent hardwood door, the first welcome to the house gives of "don't get too comfortable" vibes. Adequate, to get uninvited guests in and out in record time.

Two, also magnificent, spiral sets of stairs lead to the first floor, guarded at the top by men in black suits. Down, there's a double door in between and in front of it, two regal navy-blue, velvet sofas that look as comfortable to sit on as they are; hard cushoned surfices, beautiful to look at but nothing else. However, it is the emptiness of the space and the white walls that make you feel like you are not expected to stay.

His office is on the left, the only double doors on that side, with a toilet room. Although, outside, there's another one for the guests that almost hides behind the spiral set of stairs at that side. On the right, is access to the visitor's garden, where a couple fountains let water fall over a pebbled pond with Koi fish the size of your forearm and some different indigenous species that are way too freshly put in for you to have had the time to learn.

The double door in between the stairs, rigid and uninviting as it looks, it's the first opening to the comforts of the house.

It leads to the kitchen with a private chef and a table for four. The dining room is on the right, after a set of french doors, with an impressive table of eighteen seats, only used in special events, needless to say.

A long hallway leads to the private gardens, on the left. On the right, at the end, an integrated door matching the walls leads to Namjoon's private art gallery, where you have been spending your free time the last couple of days. Trying to skip the reality you live in, the few hours you are allowed to do so; maybe even trying to skip the princess-like treatment you get in this house, you let the art speak to you in whispers.

It makes you uncomfortable, to say the least, to be helped out of your shoes when you come back from outside. Unfortunately, you know Namjoon's mannerism doesn't allow him to offer less from his house service.

As a teenager it used to make you fly away, forget the calamities befalling on your destiny. But after so many years of not being a family guest, it just reminds you of how easy things were when they looked so complicated; when you didn't know or do all that you have.

The nostalgia has your attention on the gloomy paintings of Namjoon's little museum. But it is this one particular painting that has you fixated. It's not new, you had set your eyes on it briefly before, six months ago, when you noticed things had been moved around. That's how long it's been since you last stepped in the house, you realise and your vision blurs before you flicker your lashes to take in the painting once again.

It's the Water Lily Pond by Claude Monet that sure has cost Namjoon a pretty penny. Whatever they have displayed at the museum is a replica. This time, well known by the government, since they never purchased the original. They think the original burned, when it was simply never meant for the public by its last owner.

The oil painting makes you feel something undefined and clear at the same time with many reads to be done from its brush strokes. For you, it gets personal. You can’t see the other side of the bridge in your life either, the gloomy sensation, it feels like a representation of your current state in life.

Even having broken up with Seokjin, with no openings for a misunderstanding or for him to think there was a way back, he still has eyes on you. Depriving you from redoing your life at the emotional level, no other man is allowed to be with you, under the clear and known threat that he is.

Seokjin, in his patriarchal mind, isn't so worried about you spending time with women in private. Even if you slept with them, you know he would just see it the same way he would if you masturbate. To him, that isn’t real sex, or a threat to his domain over you.

When it comes to men, the story is completely different. If one is to become close enough to ask for a date, daring to, he would soon receive a warning from one of Seokjin's men. If ignored, you have already experienced the distress of having your company taken out of a restaurant by two men and have to physically fight Seokjin himself. Needless to say, he didn't win that fight and you only saw him again in the street, running away from you.

The only men allowed around you are Jimin and Seokjin's business partners. The first wouldn't cross his brother, neither does he have that interest in you, and the seconds guide themselves by the same rules Seokjin does; one of them being to not get involved with a partner's woman, even if they have broken up.

You get startled when weight sets at your side on the round, modern-leather ottoman seat. Taehyung, still in his pyjamas, sits next to you, looking at the same painting with his back perfectly straight against nothing. The cotton of the textil looks so well on his body, he could pass for a model inside this particular room.

"It makes me think of you," he mutters, before meeting your eyes.

"Why is that?" you ask him, looking at the painting again and you feel him shift to stare at it too, pressing a palm on the seat, next to your thigh.

"You are trapped on one side of the bridge, without knowing how to get or what to expect at the other side. The gloomy image and how you can’t see the water… Seokjin is under it, ready to break that bridge, no matter how many times it gets constructed," he whispers, leaning closer and Hyunjin moves away to pace the room automatically.

"One could say you read my mind," you reply, letting your back fall over the soft and comfortable surface, big enough to fit two people lying down on it. Three copies of this same furniture, in an autumn palette, are placed in the room to view the art displayed, strategically put in front of Namjoon's favourite pieces. You know the fact they are this big it's for him to be able to nap if he feels like it. This place is his sanctuary, after all.

"I know you," he says, in a low tone that makes your skin set in goosebumps. "I know you crave for the freedom he doesn't allow you to have, but also that you are not selfish enough to let someone get hurt to obtain such freedom." He lets his upper body fall too as he speaks and with his last word, he looks at you sideways. Like that, you stay looking at each other for a few minutes.

You see it again in his eyes; the unregretful love and you feel tears prickle in your eyes. "How did I stay so long in love with him?" you whisper, closing them. Your throat hurts so much from all the contained crying at this point, you have to hawk to clear it.

"Hyunjin!"

"Yes, sir."

"Go to the city and bring us those pastries the lady loves so much," he orders and you open your eyes when the guard comes near and stops right at your side, waiting for your approval.

"Go, I'll be fine," you tell him and he bows, leaving the room and closing the door behind himself.

Your eyes fall on Taehyung again. "It wasn't your fault to fall for him. He was always good to you. Hell, he still is." A certain sourness can be heard in his tone to those last words but you can only guess why. "He's never wronged you directly, neither was his intention," he mutters letting his eyes fall on you staggering you with his way of speaking. "I'm not defending him. Hell knows I had to hide from him for almost a year, until he got bored, to now kiss his ass," he concedes. "I'm just saying it's normal that you fell. Besides, he's older, and you clearly have to have daddy issues with the Hitman raising you." You slap him in the chest with a pout and he scoffs, closing one eye, "Hah-auch…" He grabs your wrist, chuckling.

"You have daddy issues," you scowl, not really angry at him.

"To let Seokjin give it to me while you were naked next to us, I surely have," he mutters and his admission makes the words Seokjin said that day make a lot of sense. Taehyung has always been in love with you and would do anything to be as close as the circumstances allow him.

"Do you regret it?" you mutter, starting to play with the lacey edge of your silk pyjama shirt. The fabric is soft, new, courtesy of Jimin’s good mood.

"The only thing I regret is not having had the balls to kick his ass when he pulled me off the bed the way he did and take you right before his eyes." You are astonished by his statement. That would have been his death on the spot; he had to hide for a year, only for trying to touch you at that moment. Seokjin wouldn't have hesitated after what you saw in his eyes. "You knew, right?"

"Know what?" you reply, being caught off guard.

"That I was in love with you," he confesses. "Am."

"I didn't know then… I actually thought you wanted to sleep with him, not me, at that time." you admit and he frowns, surprised. "You seemed to enjoy flirting and feeling him so much–"

"I did," he confesses. "One thing doesn't take away the other but it was a means to an end. If that was the only way to have you at least once, show you in another way my love, and then just have to be your friend forever; I had to take it, and make the most of it." His voice sounds soft but he hufs right after. "Seokjin has always been attractive and I maybe fancied a taste," he says, touching his lips with two fingers, making you smirk.

"You really have your own way through life, don't you?" you ask him, turning on your back again, a smile lingering on your face; looking at the fresco on the ceiling representing your galaxy. If you could only touch the sky for a moment.

"If I had my own ways–" He cuts himself off propping on his elbow to look at you from your left flank. His other hand approaches your face and he caresses your chin with his index finger. Without thinking you grab said hand and kiss the finger, making his eyes bulge. When they soften, he lets out the air he was holding, parting his lips. "Fuck it," he mumbles and leans over to catch you by surprise with a kiss.

You simply can't resist the touch of his moist lips slipping his taste through the spaces and your hands meet the long threads at the back of his head. The hand at your chin travels down towards your shoulder and keeps its way down until it settles on your waist, right under your ribs.

The kiss doesn't intensify for a while because he is still trying to adjust to the fact it is happening, like the time you were on top of him. You have simply craved his touch so much that you'll take whatever he wants to give and he feels too good to be rushed.

But as you relax into it, your own need plays a part and you allow yourself to pull him closer, sliding a hand underneath his chest and to his back. Automatically, he loses balance on his elbow and his half hovering body falls on yours. The gentle touch of his knee against yours, turning into his hip against your crotch. Both of you gasp and you feel him twitch.

He tries to recover his balance and the safe distance parting his lips, all flustered, caught off guard. You take the chance to use the buttons you know are placed somewhere at your right, looking for them with your palm. You move away when you find the remote, infused in the seat and let your head hang to see what to touch. Pushing two buttons all the black blinders of the room slowly draw down and the light goes off, allowing the fluorescent blue-purplish painting on the ceiling to illuminate the whole space.

You let your head fall back on the seat, looking up and you can see him do the same with the corner of your eyes. The image of him is as if out of a fairy tale; his pure heart, still alive somewhere within his observing dreamy eyes. Your only reason to draw the blinds, to let the art-form of reality take the protagonism, is to hide the transgression you intend on allowing.

It's been going on for too long. You are not a thing to be owned, you never were, and Seokjin knew that from the beginning. You made it clear you had your own mind; your own way to live and that was what had him fall for you. Now, after letting him toy with you for almost a year, play the owner; the bet is over and Taehyung is too much of a crave for you. Now, you will allow your friend to get something he wants as much as you do.

You hook your ankle behind his thigh, drawing him to you. "We've already crossed lines. We might as well die taking it to the furthest one."

"You won't, but I'll gladly make him stop breathing if he comes for me," Taehyung says. "As I told you, I'm done with his bullshit," he expresses and you simply put a hand on his face. He leans closer and his lips trace the same paths they have a minute ago.

"This time I want you to cum on or in me… not your pants," you mutter parting from his lips and he lets his forehead fall to your side, cracking up.

After wheezing, he finally finds his voice, "I was trying to keep the set boundaries and get you off, I don't know who kept it going until I spilled…" he whispers against your earlobe and then bites it before meeting your face again. "You better be on the pill because I've wanted to fill up this pussy of yours since the first time I saw it." You giggle at his statement but then look at the way his face doesn't match the one of pure lust.

In his perfection, with those straight locks like a curtain over your forehead, his eyes are the ones of love again, devotion even. That reminds you of Seokjin, he still looks at you like that, when you give him the time to be in your presence longer than a minute but that thought only breaks your heart further. If he wasn't so sick in his obsession for you, things would have been perfect. You loved him, maybe you even still do, even if you can't forgive his ways. You always have. As far as your memory goes, he was always there, he was always kind to you; to the point of making you fall for him in your teenage years.

A single tear falls from the corner of your left eye to your temple, raw feelings cutting through you like knives. You can’t do it. You are convinced, once Seokjin finds out, there will be no hiding behind Namjoon for Taehyung, there will be no place on earth for him to be safe. There, your love for him, or both, makes you take the wise decision to back off. After all, if Seokjin did know about what happened, he wouldn't wait three days to retaliate. If he had eyes in the house and saw you humping the man on top of you right now, true to his word, Taehyung wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.

When you move to get away, however, Taehyung pulls you back into place, "Talk to me," he whispers, putting his forehead against yours.

"I can't do this," you say with a shaky voice. "Risk your life to have one moment of passion, like this–"

"It's not a moment of passion," he cuts. "I know you wouldn't even consider sleeping with me if there wasn't something else." Your eyes dwell on his for a second and you suddenly realise its the truth. You never had eyes for anyone else but Seokjin, even during the time he practically disappeared. No one but Taehyung. He was there, with his boxy smile and that one playful look that made your heart skip a beat. You gasp and he hums. "See?" You pinch him for his cockiness but it only makes him laugh. "I don't plan on risking my life only to get my dick wet. I've never been so stupid."

"Then what?" You are astonished, once more.

"I say we run away," he mutters. "I have the financials to start over anywhere. Maybe we could even do what we do best somewhere else." Then he cuts himself off, away from the daydream. "For now, let's make love."

He moves over you until his hips are perfectly against yours and his hardness, once more, threatens the stability of your mental state. A grunt escapes him when he thrusts over you, making you wet as you gasp. The memory of his touch and the orgasm this same action withheld, dampening the soft fabric at your slick.

"Skip to it, Taehyung. I want you, I need you inside of me–" you moan with enraged skin, under him.

"Fuck–" he gasps and raises on his knees as quickly as his limbs allow, he gets a grasp of your pants and panties and pulls them off of you.

The eagerness sends you into overdrive and when he pulls his pants to his thighs and leans over with what you see as a thick, pre-cum coated head, you almost lose your breath. When it touches you, when the head slips through your folds, your body takes over and with the use of your heels over the back of his thighs, you push him further.

His head slides through your tight, moist walls and you only know you want him deeper. He lets out a growl, "Woman, I'm trying to hold myself–" he breathes out against your forehead and you can feel the tension of his muscles.

"Don't. Split me in half if you have to. I just want you de–" A shriek escapes you the moment he pulls slightly out and pushes fully in at one go.

It stings, that much is true, but you love feeling him trapped inside you more than pain matters. His forehead falls on yours as he breathes out loudly. His eyes are closed and his left hand reaches to your thigh, groping it and playing with the flesh to distract himself from how close he is to losing his shit.

Then he kisses the spot where his forehead was a second ago, repeatedly, but doesn’t move as his hand begins a cicle. It makes you feel sorry. Taehyung is tender with you and you think maybe this is fucking with him. "I'm sorry, bebe. I–"

"Don't apologise for your needs," he mutters against your skin. "No matter if you liked something grotesque, I would do anything to please you."

"But what about you?"

"Seeing you–there's no problem with me getting pleasure out of it." You reach with your hand to his hair again and this time, your lips are the ones to find his.

"Tae…" you say sweetly and he stops his motions to look at you once more. You kiss him and move slowly underneath him, indicating a pace. He gives in, engaging the same way you are and you make sure to meet him in the middle with your hips.

The grip in your thigh moves to the other side, as he uses his left arm to hold his weight now, but you are soon pushing him against you. His chest rests above yours and he has to move to get his knees flexed at the side of your cheeks, in order to thrust. The moment he separates from you, both your chest and between your legs, you pull off your shirt without a thought, feeling way too warm to keep it on.

His eyes fall on your breasts and he seems to stop breathing; the transparent lace fabric of your unwired bra holding them gently, feeling it ticklish against your pebeled niples under his glare. To his surprise, you lean forward with your upper body and stop him from lowering, letting your hands slide down.

His chest is ample and you feel his skin as you travel down the forms of his body. Without a six pack, Taehyung looks as warm as he feels, more tangible, yet the more you look at him and his figure, the more godlike he looks.

He is beyond handsome, which you were never blind to, but now you can perceive his energy on a whole, and it's almost overwhelming. Putting your hands back to the back of his neck, you stand on your knees, moving forward to cage his still hard girth between your thighs against your core. He growls slightly against your ear, "Damn…"

Somehow, you know you reciprocate what he is feeling. Pretty sure that it won't take much for him to make you cum. But you still place your lips on his throat in your intend to savour his skin. The mix between the thin layer of his musky scented sweat and the cotton scented soap he uses, blur your senses. Your fingers take a slight grip on his hair as you widen the range of your hickeys and he grabs your ass cheeks to push in and out of you. The way he presses up against your clit intentionally, making you moan against his pulse point, has you on edge quickly.

You follow his movement, coating the down part of his girth and ballsack with your essence. He suddenly lets go and grabbing you by the hips keeps a distance between you. "Amnon… I’m sorry but I'm not made of stone."

As soon as you hear that, you push him to lean down on his ass, between his legs as if sitting, and make your best efforts to squat grabbing his shaft to lead it inside of you before moving. "I'm gonna cramp on this one, bebe–" he mutters, putting his hands on your back to lean forward and let you fall, hands soon guiding your hips to dip inside you.

"Fuck me," you gasp, feeling him harshly against your front wall, pressing your G-spot.

"I'm about to," he says in a low octave, looking at you from above, keeping you in the half suspended position against his shaft.

He uses his bulky arms and his hips to catch a pace. Your moans mix with his grunts and the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the spaceful room. The promise of a quick orgasm becomes true when the sharpness of its electricity befalls on your system. "Tae-" you gasp, feeling the air falter on your lungs to its proximity.

He keeps the pace going until you finally feel it lightning through your body with a loud, high-pitched moan and you see the fluorescent blue-purple fades in a mass of light above you. Without a warning he accelerates, making you cry out for your over-stimulated walls. Giving one last deep thrust touching your cervix, he lets his upper body fall over yours while chesty grunts escape him. His hips keep moving to a slower pace and as you feel his warmth spill inside, you realise what just happened. Your hands soon find his back as you embrace him, a smile is easy to notice against your throat as he lets his hands, still gripping on your hips, slide to your back imitating you. You smile too, drunken-dazed in your post orgasm state.

"Your brother is going to kill us…" you breathe out.

"Oh fuck…" he replies leaning backwards and you are quick to move a hand underneath your union.

"Careful there!" you warn as a little sample of the white, thick liquid spills in your hand.

"Fuck–" he mutters and suddenly pulls you by the hips as he moves backwards, keeping the same distance against your core until you are off the soft modern leather. "I'll pull out, hold it in your hand and I will go to the bathroom for paper towels." You can only nod and when he does as he said. As he allows you to stand, a bit more spills in your cupping palm.

He helps you clean it but when he tries to use some more paper to clean you down, you look at him surprised. He hands you the paper, slightly shy, after your reaction and you make use of it as he cleans himself. No long after you are dressed you feel some more drip down.

It's when you are wrapping up, getting the last items of clothes on, and the opening curtains don't reveal any stains, that you hear the calm footsteps at the other side of the door. Taehyung looks at it but before it even opens his eyes bulge.

You too, make a difference for the two sets and when Jungkook opens the door and waits for Seokjin to enter, your hairs stand only a bit higher. He takes a look at you first, as if detecting you directly above anything else but his eyes move to Taehyung right after, stopping on his tracks as Jungkook gets in and locks the door.

He wears an impeccable three piece, checkered, grey suit although you can tell he is not just freshly awakened. His hair is smooth but it's slightly imperfect on the left, as if he's been brushing it with his fingers too many times already.

When he paces towards the art at the other side, Taehyung makes the mistake to put himself in front of you, following the direction Seokjin is taking. His response is a chuckle and a snarl before he stops in front of the painting that opposes the Water Lily Pond, The oxbow from Thomas cole. A painting that depicts a storm moving from a green zone to a much arid one.

You might only guess why he likes it, but the fact that Jungkook stays in front of the door, blocking the only way out, tells you are just as trapped as you feel. It's when Seokjin turns on his heels and surrounds the bench to go your direction, that you know something is about to go down, especially since Jungkook steps away from the door too. This time, you are the one to try to cover up Taehyung with your body and Seokjin locks eyes with Jungkook who moves quickly, struggling with Taehyung to try to get a restraining hold of him.

Seokjin makes fast work with you and has you by the wrists against the wall next to the Monete. He sniffs you at the neck and takes a second before he meets you face to face, dark eyes and unreadable expressions drawn in his features. "Seems we couldn't behave after all…" he says in the lowest octave you know him capable of.

"We are broken up, I don't owe you shit," you grit between your teeth as you try to get him off but he moves both wrists together above your head, with a strength that you didn't think him capable of, and it causes you such shock that you stop fighting him.

"Is that so? No remorse… " he says and using his free hand he puts it between your skin and panties, inserting two fingers inside of you, scooping a bit as he draws them out. A white and transparent mix of substances coats them as he holds his hand up to look at the proof. "I thought you were smarter than this," he brings them to his face and sniffs the air. "As if the room didn't stink of it," he mutters.

He lets you go and takes his handkerchief out of the front pocket, cleaning his fingers with it, moving away towards Taehyung. "I think you forgot this inside of her." With his words he puts the fabric on Taehyung's pyjama's front pocket, without giving him a look and keeps walking.

Jungkook lets go of Taehyung and rushes to open the door for his master. "If this is what you choose, Amnon-" says Seokjin before he stops at the top step and turns to look. "My family will no longer be requiring your services," when he looks at the door, you see Jimin at the other side, who was looking at you but glances away. "You are given twenty-four hours to remove your belongings from our properties," he says calmly, looking at you again. "When it comes to you, Taehyung. I know your brother had no clue about your dishonouring attitude, which saves him, but you are no longer welcome in our association and no one will assist you in time of need," he explains.

"You wanted your freedom, Amnon, here you have it, with its full consequences," he says as he turns around and walks out. When Jungkook closes the door, he doesn't give even the smallest glance at you two.

Just like that, you have what you always wanted; you are out and free. Without drama, without having to run, without fear. Leaving behind all you had to learn to survive in this cruel world, all the morally curruptive things you had to be participant of after that night in the school.

Soon, that little sparkle of happiness fades, making you fall to your knees.

It means you will never get to see or talk to the people you have grown with, the people you love, your only people in the world. Your family. You are cut out in a straight line and no longer belong to their world. You are no longer part of their lives.

For the way things have presented, everything ends here. You won’t be allowed to say goodbye, to look at them for one last time, to hold them in your arms in an embrace, to tell them you love them.

It is simply over.

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Chapter One of Sacrilege and Sororities is out!

This is the botw Grad School AU I’ve been talking about forever and finally am publishing. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: After an assassination attempt, Link and Zelda must live together and navigate the impending Calamity, grad school, strange dreams, and their complete disasters of personal lives. One of those things is more difficult than the others.

Pairing: Link/Zelda, OG Link/Hylia

Rating: E

Excerpt:

“I hate him!”

Zelda narrows her eyes with the vengeful focus that comes after consuming copious amounts of spirits. However, her righteous anger would be more chilling if she wasn’t hunched over a toilet bowl in a sorority house bathroom. The cute sand seal printed shower curtain surrounding the claw foot tub destroys any sort of gravitas Zelda’s tirade could have possessed.

“So I’ve heard,” Urbosa replies.

So I’ve heard for the past hour, Urbosa thinks, shifting to get more comfortable on the cool bathroom tile.

Even though it’s already 2am, it’s still going to be a long night. But she’s a loyal friend, and would never leave Zelda in her darkest hour. Even if it means missing the party she’s hosting or getting puke on her skirt or having to listen to Zelda rant about her poor appointed knight and bodyguard for an egregious amount of time, Urbosa’s in it for the long-haul.

Zelda wipes her mouth with a piece of toilet paper Urbosa passes her then continues her drunken rampage, “He’s just so… short! And everyone thinks he’s such hot stuff, because he can do athletics and kill things and looks like –and I quote verbatim– a ‘sexy little androgynous jock stoner elf.’ But they don’t have to see him at 5 a.m. But you know who does?” Zelda smacks her hand against the toilet bowl in emphasis and raises her voice even more. “Who does have to see him at 5 in the bloody morning when that monstrosity of an alarm goes off so he can do push-ups and pull-ups and sit-ups and all the other ‘-ups’ and make me feel bad about myself?”

Urbosa, demonstrating her infinite wisdom, does not answer the rhetorical question. A crisp spring breeze flutters the lace curtains and sweeps through the bathroom. It brings the sounds of intoxicated women laughing and dancing and cheering. Urbosa wishes for the thousandth time that Zelda could just be a happy drunk like them.

Balling her hands up, Zelda shrieks, “Who does? I do! I do because my awful father made him my bodyguard and my accursed roommate. All because he pulled that dinky little sword out of the stone while he was camping.” Zelda contorts her face and pretends to brandish a sword but ends up bashing her arm against the toilet lid. “Oh, I’m Mr. Sir Link Perfect Arse Chosen Hero and I’m barely clearing 5’3” on a good day, but everyone and their mother still wants me. I’m so quiet and stoic and annoying and I wear a stupid little knit beanie and have a motorcycle and a ponytail because I’m soooo cool. Look at me!”

“His beanie does make him look like one of my ex-girlfriends,” Urbosa mumbles to herself then refocuses.

“He’s such a little weirdo and I think he’s in love with his ratty old crockpot. If he even can feel love, since he’s as empty inside as a kiddie pool after it gets drained because someone’s shat in it. He even named the crockpot. Its name is Brenda. Brenda the crockpot.”

Urbosa draws upon every single ounce of willpower she has in order not to burst out laughing.

#zelink #zelink fic #botw #breath of the wild #tloz #the legend of zelda #My writing #Link #princess zelda #this is also going to have a lot of Hylink in it too #just saying #sacrilege and sororities

[thefaeriecreek]

I had a dream that somebody came up to me in a panic and said "bro bro, you gotta help me! Calamity Ganon exploded my toilet!!" and I go and see what they mean and this happens.

#dude? fr? sounds like a job for a plumber my guy #loz #botw #toilet #breath of the wild #not spoilers #lsakd;fsal #ask to tag #sanitary tw

[bridgertonbabe]

Are you taking friends au asks?

I was wondering who gets Rachel at Monica's wedding role? Where she discovers she is pregnant but refuses to say by whom.

Almost any of the couples could fit, from Kathony to polin to philoise to Hyareth.

Whose the Daddy?

So because of everything I've already established in this AU, this story doesn't exactly fit with any one of the Bridgerton couples since they all respectively get together before getting pregnant, meaning nobody can fulfil the "who's the daddy?" element of the plot.

However, I am willing to explore some of the Rokesby series in this AU; and out of those pairings I could potentially see either Andrew and Poppy or Nicholas and Georgie.

Andrew and Poppy could work in hooking up without realising her cousin is married to his brother, and then later on at Nicholas and Georgie's wedding, Billie is consoling Poppy after she's found out she's pregnant. Poppy wants to tell the father but doesn't know how to go about finding him - only to exit the toilets and walk right into Andrew where calamity then ensues.

Alternatively it's at Andrew and Poppy's wedding or maybe even Edmund and Violet's vow renewal where Georgie discovers she's newly pregnant and the shock among the Bridgerton and Rokesby clans occurs when they learn that Nicholas is the father after the pair hooked up at baby Colin's christening six weeks previously.

#asks #friends au #andrew x poppy #andrew rokesby #poppy bridgerton #nicholas x georgie #nicholas rokesby #georgie bridgerton

[linked-through-the-centuries]

Hmmm hard to to think of good questions. How do each of the Links feel about their adventures? Did they enjoy them? Look back at them fondly? Regrets? Have a certain side quest eternally stuck in the back of their mind?

- Warriors doesn’t think fondly about the war or his ‘adventure’ at all, and most of him wishes it never happened. The only good thing to come of it was his connection with Mask and Tune, as well as the others from the other eras, but apart from that he hates the war. It was horrible for his hyrule and his era, and it’s something he’ll never recover from. If the war never happened, he would’ve returned home after 2 years of mandatory military service and become a tailor, and probably lived a decently happy life. Also he probably would’ve never started dyeing his hair

- For Tears, their journeys are the only thing they really know, they don’t really have other memories besides the six years set between the two, but they had a good time for the most part. Yeah loosing his arm was really traumatic and his memories he recovered about the calamity/living through the events of totk was horrible and he gets nightmares about it, but Tears met a lot of kind people who helped him, and they truly love to adventure. Apart from the bad, Tears had fun

- Twilight cannot think too hard about his journey with Midna without falling into a depressive episode. He looks back on it and regrets that he lost her, and he misses her company. He learned a lot on his journey and he had ‘fun’ while it was happening, but he misses his girlfriend so badly it’s hard for him to look at his adventure in a positive light. His ‘second adventure’ was with Tears, and technically he’s still on that one because he never went home after that ended, which is something he’s incredibly upset about

- Sky for the most part liked exploring, but that feeling of always being JUST too late to catch up to Zelda seriously took a toll on his mental health. He’s still beating himself up over it. Also he will never ever in his life forget that he gave that love letter to the hand in the toilet

- Tune thinks it’s a little messed up he shoved a sword through Ganon’s face at the age of 12, but also he looks at that fondly, especially because when he first told Warriors about it during the War of Eras, the captain was HORRIFIED. Also without his adventure he might’ve never met Tetra, who is his closest and best friend

- Past met a lot of lovely people, but they’re not at all happy with the sheer amount of chaos that happened in their life growing up. They really haven’t gotten much of a break, and now they’re on another adventure and they’re not the most happy about it. They’re grateful that their journeying brought them Ravio, and even if she wasn’t real, he’s glad he got to know Marin, but Past is tired

- Hyrule had a decently fun time, he likes exploring, and he’s very close with both his Zeldas because of his adventures. He’s a bit paranoid that his blood can resurrect Ganon, but he takes care of it and still likes to roam

- Calamity had a miserable awful horrible time and lost who he was as a person because of his adventure. Since drawing the master sword, he’s been put under so much pressure to be perfect that he doesn’t even know who he is anymore. The only positive thing for him was having his friend by his side, but he still hasn’t recovered from the calamity, he’s made zero progress since the whole ordeal ended over a year ago

- Mask also had a horrible miserable awful time, but he’s been able to heal. Being a part of the War of Eras was good for him because meeting Warriors literally saved his life. He went from feeling unlovable and lost to being given some sense of stability from a brother figure for three years, and that support literally saved him. His fondest memories from his adventures include meeting Malon that first time and having to sneak past the palace guards to get her father, and also connecting with the Fierce Deity, who is another parental figure in his life

- Minish is lucky because at the end of the day, he could go home to his grandpa and talk with him about what was going on. His grandpa is his biggest supporter, and because he had that stability, his journeys weren’t as traumatic for him, and he was able to process things in a very healthy way. He’s the one who has the most therapy of the group, he’s definitely the most mentally stable. Not that his adventures weren’t traumatic for him at all, because they were, but he can look at them fondly and he saw a lot of cool things

MOST of them have fond moments from their adventures and were glad they happened, though two of them would hesitate in their decision if they were given an opportunity to erase the fact it ever happened (they wouldn’t take it, but they’d hesitate)

#linked through the centuries #lttc #links meet au #lttc warriors #lttc tears #lttc twilight #lttc sky #lttc tune #lttc past #lttc hyrule #lttc calamity #lttc mask #lttc minish #jes talks #jes ask

[jedishywalker]

Finally caught up on Critical Role and I have a lot of thoughts about FCG and where their trajectory might be from this point on. 

1. We got our best glimpse at a pre-Calamity Aeormatons in EXU through automatons of Avalir. They were created with one purpose: service.

2. FCG is significantly more advanced than the robits of Avalir, but I think that is because Aeor had cracked the code on the arcane equivalent of artificial intelligence. Aeor had advanced enough so that their automatons could provide more complex services.

3. Dollars to donuts that FCG was one of many cleric-bots developed to alleviate both the physical and mental suffering of the Aeorian population. We know from EXU/Zerxus that a god isn't needed to channel this kind of power.

4. Due to WIZARD HUBRIS ™, the denizens of Aeor never considered their creations anything more than a means to an end. Capable of mimicking   personhood in a way indistinguishable from the wizards around them, though certainly NOT people themselves.

5. For an indeterminate amount of time, they poured their pain and trauma into FCG and others like them with no thought given on the impact it would have on them. Why would you wonder how a toilet felt about the turd you left behind in it?

6. They were incorrect, of course. FCG is clear proof that somewhere along the way, Aeor's arcane AI lost the artificial. Aeormatons crossed the Rubicon and became something more. Something with thoughts, feelings, fears, and hopes. Something with a soul.

7. And that's where they went wrong. Blinded to the personhood of the Aeormatons, they neglected to install any kind of emotional release valve (physical or otherwise).

8. We now know that stress from holding this volume of emotional baggage has caused FCG at least twice now to disassociate and lash out violently in self-defense.

9. Thanks to Imahara Joe we also know that there are an unknown number of Aeormatons awakening all over Exandria. It is likely they will be creations of similar sentients to FCG but with different designations. We know they existed through the discovery of Devexian in C2.

10. Think about that. Aeormaton soldiers with no choice but to kill. Aeormaton servants who were abused by their owners. Aeormatons who were discarded as trash when a newer model came out. All coming back online with centuries worth of unresolved trauma corroding their circuits.

11. FCG is the canary in the coal mine for the possibility of a very real robot uprising. Unless these Aeormatons can be identified and provided ways to process their abuse by those who created them, I think we're going to see more episodes of robot-on-person violence.

12. And, if what FCG, a *cleric-bot*, could cause enough destruction to take out an entire adventuring party imagine what an unhinged soldier-bot could unleash. Or, worse, the havoc a group of Aeormatons could unleash together. The robot apocalypse is NIGH.

#critical role #bells hells #fcg #fresh cut grass #critical role campaign 3

[usf136man]

Exploring the Mysteries of Hadid Stone: Properties and Authenticity

Exploring the Mysteries of Hadid Stone: Properties and Authenticity

Hadid stone, also known as hematite, is a semi-precious gem renowned for its deep and lustrous color. Its primary component is iron, which imbues it with a metallic sheen. The name "hematite" is derived from the Greek word "haima," meaning blood, owing to its reddish hues. This gem belongs to the iron mineral family and follows the chemical formula Fe2O3. While hematite is generally found in shades ranging from gray to dark red, its red color often results from surface rust on ironstone. Hematite possesses a specific gravity of about 5.26 grams per cubic centimeter. This gem is found in nature in various forms, including compact, lumpy, earthy, and crystalline structures. Some of the purest forms are found in Iran's Hormoz Island, known for its red color and referred to as "ocher flower."

Throughout history, hematite has captivated people from various cultures. Ancient Rome used it to craft decorative items, jewelry, and even weapons. The ancient Greeks believed the stone's dark color offered protection. One of hematite's defining features is its hardness, scoring 5 to 6 on the Mohs scale. The gem's natural red appearance can be enhanced through polishing, transforming it from red to silver or gray, and it is classified as a semi-precious stone. Hematite, like amethyst, is associated with earth energy, helping harness its power and ward off negative influences.

Benefits and Properties of Hematite Stone

Hematite's popularity can be attributed to its numerous properties and benefits. It has been cherished for promoting peace and mental concentration, aiding creative and logical thinking, and enhancing mathematical abilities. Today, hematite amulets are engraved on many rings to help individuals ward off dangers and neutralize their effects. It is widely recognized for protecting against calamities, dangers, and adversaries, in addition to countering spells and magic.

Hematite is noted for its stress-reduction properties, treatment of blood pressure-related disorders, and the regulation of blood flow. Its many benefits include enhancing vitality, strength, endurance, and confidence, improving memory and cognitive function, establishing balance, and fending off negativity. Hematite reinforces willpower, increases reliability, and reduces obsessions, such as smoking or overeating. It promotes better oxygen absorption in the body and aids in the treatment of leg cramps, insomnia, and stress-related problems. Hematite supports equilibrium in mind, body, and spirit.

According to Islamic tradition, hematite holds great significance and is highly recommended. Imam Sadiq (a.s.) notes that wearing hematite can help believers overcome their enemies. Additionally, a hematite ring is believed to keep demons at bay. However, it is important to keep hematite away from impurity and not to bring it into the bathroom or toilet. Hematite plays a significant role in Islam, safeguarding individuals against malevolent spirits and thwarting the plots of adversaries.

Considerations and Precautions

While no inherent harm has been associated with hematite in authentic traditions and sources, some precautions are advised. It is advisable not to wear hematite rings during prayer. It is important to exercise moderation in carrying hematite, as it can be energetically intense. Keeping it on hand continually is not recommended.

Imam Sadiq (a.s.) noted that wearing iron rings during prayer is discouraged. Additionally, hematite should not be brought into the bathroom or toilet.

To distinguish authentic hematite from imitation stones, it is best to understand the gem's origin and characteristics. Hematite may dissolve in hydrochloric acid and leave a red mark when dragged against an unglazed porcelain surface. To be assured of hematite's authenticity, consider purchasing from reputable and well-known sources in the field.

Understanding Hematite Varieties

Hematite exists in various types, each possessing unique properties and appearances:

1. Black Ironstone: Black hematite is a striking variety known for its unique color. It is used in jewelry and can even serve as a substitute for black pearls.

2. Golden Ironstone: This type is coated with a layer of gold plating to enhance its beauty. However, improper or unprofessional plating may result in the gold color fading over time.

3. Brown Ironstone: Brown hematite is essentially regular hematite that has developed brown shades due to iron reactions. Dark brown hematite is sometimes referred to as Sumaghi hematite.

4. Rainbow Ironstone: Rainbow hematite is prized for its crystals, which feature black and short rhombuses with an iridescent surface. This type is known for its captivating and attractive appearance and can possess magnetic properties.

Hematite stones can also be found in different colors and forms, offering a range of options for personal preference.

The Symbolism of Hematite

Hematite symbolizes courage and strength, making it the perfect choice for those in need of an extra boost of bravery. Its use in times of fear can provide a sense of empowerment and confidence.

Rough Hematite

Rough hematite refers to stones in their natural, untouched form, often found in riverbeds or mines. These rough stones can be used to benefit from hematite's properties or enhance home decor.

In Conclusion Hematite, with its striking appearance and beneficial properties, has captured the fascination of people for generations. Highly valued in Islam and celebrated for its symbolic strength and courage, hematite serves as a guardian against adversity and negative influences. As you embark on your journey with hematite, consider its various types and forms, each offering its own unique charm and energy. To ensure you're acquiring authentic hematite, rely on reputable and established sources in the field, and embrace the wealth of history, culture, and symbolism that hematite embodies. Discover the remarkable world of hematite, and let it empower and inspire your life. So don’t waste your time and check www.muslimshop.vip to buy a Hadid ring online.