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redr0sewrites · 3 days

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Loki x reader General Hcs

this was... spontaneous! but i said i'd write for marvel and theres no better time than the present. PLEASE send in marvel requests🙏

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!loki, little teensy bit of angst if u squint

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

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loki is a naturally guarded person, and is very intelligent and clever. he's not one to let his guard down easily and isn't used to dealing with true romantic feelings, so you are obviously very special to him

loki is incredibly intelligent and good at reading people, along with being very charismatic. he's used to charming people to get his way, and he very, very rarely shows his true feelings unless he trusts you. he cares a lot about your opinion, and a part of him really, really wants to please you

at first, it's hard for even loki to tell whether his feelings for you are genuine, and he gets completely tongue tied around you. he wants to be around you all the time, and he admires you a lot

when it comes to actually dating loki, please be patient!!! he will only truly begin to let his guard down around you over time, and he believes that you'll only find him irritating. he definitely has a big "hurt them and push them away before they hurt you", type of mentality, and when he first realizes how much he cares for you he will probably avoid you for a little

everyone knows loki loves attention, and that is no different in a relationship. he is both touch starved and touch disgusted as he doesn't want to appear vulnerable, but craves any sort of intimacy that you offer

very thoughtful, and he remembers every little detail about you. you mention how much you like a certain candy? you miraculously find those candies in your room. you tell him about an important event coming up that you're stressing about? he reminds you about it the day before. you tell him your favorite gemstone? well, you better believe that every piece of jewelry he gives you includes that gem. loki knows your favorite song, your favorite book, your favorite movie, and any and everything else about you that he deems important. you live rent free in his mind 24/7

loki loves matching with you, and he loves when you wear his signature colors. he's always complimenting you and your style, and his heart flutters a little when you ask him what he's wearing for an important event coming up so that you two can coordinate

i don't even think i can pick a love language for him, he loves giving and receiving any form of affection and you two are probably attached at the hip

HE WOULD PASS THE ORANGE PEEL TEST. loki is absolutely the type to lace up your shoes for you, making a corny joke about how he "doesn't want you falling for anyone else". he uses magic to help you a lot, and especially loves your guys' night routines

loki is nooot a morning person, and loves snuggling with you. whenever you both have to get up in the morning he's always pulling you back into bed, nuzzling into your neck and begging for "five more minutes". he's also always very groggy in the morning and won't remember most of what he does when half asleep. he's very honest as well, and says lots of sappy things whenever he's sleepy. on the rare occasion that you sleep in later than him, he loves kissing you awake and pressing kisses all over your fave!

loki naturally runs very cold, but doesn't feel cold if that makes sense. to you his skin is absolutely FREEZING, but he just feels normal. however there are times where he runs insanely hot and there is absolutely no in between. he's either freezing or burning up, and it's both a little sad and a little amusing. there are times where the cold gets to him and loki will be more clingy than usual, claiming that he needs you to warm him up. other times he will practically walk around naked, too overstimulated and hot to even touch you

loki is a lot more anxious then he seems, and will sometimes just freak out over little things when in reality its a bunch of big things piling up one after another. he never ever means to take it out on you, and even when he's reached his limit he would never hurt you, but it can still be frustrating when he gets mad at you for a simple mistake. he always apologizes and takes accountability tho, and is very careful not to hurt your feelings bc he's very afraid you'll leave him. PLEAAASEEE REASSURE HIM :((((

loki is very chatty and loves talking to you about anything and everything. from in depth psychological conversations to simple "how was your day" conversations, he just cherishes getting to be able to talk to you

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look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a switch. i definitely see him as being capable of both being a dom and a sub, and i think it really depends on your guys' moods

when he's a dom, i think loki can fluctuate on how mean or rough he is. i do see him being a more degrading or rough dom but i also think he can be a lot softer as well, and more of a pleasure dom. again, i think it all comes down to your preferences

when he's a sub, loki is definitely bratty. he loves being put in his place and getting a little roughed up, but there are also times where he just wants to relax and be taken care of. when he gets in his own head too much and is irritated after a long day he'll be a lot more pliant and willing to just let you take care of him. PLEEEASSSE praise him and pamper him when he's like this, he'll melt like putty in your hands

PRAISE + DEGRADATION!!! BOTH WAYS!!!! he absolutely has a huge praise kink and definitely praises you a looot during sex, but i also see him being a bit mean with his praise and mixing in some degrading words as well. either way he's a wonderful dirty talker and he probably has a voice kink too, considering how often he whispers in your ear (and enjoys it when you do the same).

i also think loki would be into bondage, again, both ways. theres something so delicious about seeing you tied up and squirming from just his gentle touches, but it's equally intoxicating for him to be the one tied up and denied any sort of pleasure. he gets really whiny when you don't let him touch you, and will probably start pouting and begging. tying him up is defff one of the easiest ways to break him

guys hear me out but a candle wax kink. loki is very respectful and will always ask your permission before trying something new, but he loves seeing you whimper and moan while he slowly lets a few drops of wax spill onto your smooth skin. he also will let you return the favor, and the wax often hisses and steams a bit when it hits his skin because he's so cold.

marking you is definitely very appealing to him, and it's pretty self explanatory. loki just loves marking you and being marked up by you. it satisfies his slightly possessive and jealous side, and you two always look like you've been in a fight after having sex from the number of bruises, scratches, and hickies littering your body.

another relatively self explanatory kink, but, hair pulling. he looooves it when you pull his hair while he gives you head

loki is a major tease, and he loves teasing you in public settings where you can't do much about it. it will go from subtle things like placing a hand on your lower back or caressing your thigh to whispering absolute filth in your ears and making out with you in the bathroom. he is always trying to rile you up bc he knows damn well that it will lead to a night of rough sex

we all know loki's a shapeshifter and genderfluid, so i absolutely hc that he can change his physical body to match his gender. if he's feeling more feminine, he LOVES when uou eat him out. facesitting is def something he enjoys and he loooves riding your face SOO MUCH.

loki is very vocal, he def whines and moans a lot. he isn't shy about letting you know how good he's feeling. he knows how much his voice affects you and will whisper the filthiest things in your ear between moans as you fuck him senseless

aftercare is v important to him, and whether or not he's subbing really affects how exhausted he is afterwards. if he dommed he knows he can be pretty rough and he'll run a bath for you both before getting a towel to wipe you clean and then carrying you to the tub. i also think he'd prioritize keeping you well hydrated and would get you some water and food after the bath. loki is very clingy after sex and would want you as close as possible.

when he subbed tho, it's a totally different story. loki will be a clingy mess from the moment you finish, just whining and cuddling against you the whole time. depending on how deep into subspace he is and how groggy he is, he might even cry if you try to get up (even if you're just going to get water or a towel or sum) bc he thinks you're leaving him :(. he's pretty vulnerable after subbing and will probably just lay with you for a while before coming down from his high. once he's mostly calm and cognizant, he'll def want to clean up pretty quickly. he doesn't like feeling sticky and gross and also loves bathing with you!! overall he's a lot softer after sex and generally just wants to be near to you

RAHHHH I LOVE HIM SMMM!!!! he's so silly lmao this post got sooo long 💀 i also lowkey feel like im shadowbanned or something cuz like all of my posts have been majorly flopping recently :/ maybe im just not in a lot of active fandoms idk but!!!! anyways!!!!! hope u enjoyed!!!!!!! PLEEEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS FOR MARVEL, ATSV, OR ANH OTHER FANDOM I WRITE FOR!!!

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lurkingshan · 3 days

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Tender Light Eps 1-4

Shoutout to @dangermousie for putting this show on my dash and pointing me to where I could find it, because this is extremely my shit. Zhang Xincheng’s presence alone was enough to peak my interest, but it's also a smarty paced mystery thriller with a noona romance and some truly gorgeous cinematography. I am already hooked.

There are a few things about this drama that stand out to me in particular:

The visual filmmaking is quite stylish and so many of the shots are absolutely beautiful

It has several mysteries stacked inside each other and a strong command of the details and carefully paced reveals for each

This story is dark and very interested in the corrosive power of mean-spirited gossip and the damage it can do in a community

The ML's attraction to the FL is raw and intense and explicitly sexual in a way I rarely see in cdrama, and I like both how much his natural interest and sympathy for her seems based in them both being town pariahs and how the gossip still warps the way he sees her despite the fact he of all people should know better than to believe what others say

The show is intentionally juxtaposing his sexual attraction with the physical and sexual violence the FL experiences in her marriage and the unwanted advances she receives from other men, in some ways he is no better than the rest

All of the characters are morally grey, there are no clear heroes or villains and it feels like everyone is both kind of right and kind of wrong about the things they believe of each other

It's also got a thread going about bias and abuse of power in policing and I am curious to see how far they take that

I'm finding this super compelling so far and the storytelling feels confident. I rarely watch cdramas live, but this one feels worth following along, sitting in each narrative beat, and having time to digest the reveals and the constant wtf reaction they inspire. This story feels like an onion with many layers to peel back and I want to get to the center.

#omg yall no one is giffing this beautiful show yet i’m suffering #tender light #cdrama #shan shouts into the void

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marleyswho · 3 days

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no woman, no cry (chapter four)

warnings. reoccurring dream. smoking. brief mention of mental breakdown and self-harm. fluff. flashback to the night in accra. tension. foreplay (18+)

tags. @shurislover @s0lam33y @desswright29 @pocketsizedpanther @naftalyspaces @oceean @tishlvr @bbbbbbrilliantly @shurisnovia @kisskourt @blkgworlamplified @prettymrswright @sweetalittleselfish-honey @jordisblogg

notes. the last two weeks have been very hectic and I apologize for not posting last weekend but none of this was done, i won’t lie. i’m still between wether to write smut in it’s full here or keep it at foreplay and allude to it later on, and with little time on my hands right now i had to make a quick decision for this chapter. but i hope you all enjoy regardless ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

A delicate plume of smoke from her spliff traces patterns in the air, dissipating into nothingness, each slow exhale helps the tension seep from her body as her hand sways ever so slightly, conducting the smoke in a silent, languid ballet. She lays on her bed, eyes closed, adrift in the rhythm of the gentle strain of reggae that plays from her record player, each pulse a beat through her veins.

Her phone’s ring is a soft intrusion, a ripple across the calming surface of her solitude. With a heavy sigh, Genesis’ eyes open, her hand reaching down beside her to silence the insistent melody, answering and raising it to her ear.

“Hello?” She answers, her voice infused ever so slightly with the residual calm from her private reverie.

“Gens, hey…” Letitia’s voice comes in, a familiar cadence of warmth and concern. “I haven’t heard from you in a bit, wanted to make sure things are okay?”

Genesis sits up, pushing herself to the edge of the bed as she leans forward, the spliff now forgotten in her fingertips.

“Yeah, I’m just lying low. I’m not really used to…” She trails off, not sure how to truly finish the sentence, although it is true, she’s never really had anyone to check in with, at least not in this way, and the trace of sheepishness in her tone showcases that.

“I know.” Letitia’s tone softens.

The intimacy in Letitia’s concern is tangible, and Genesis feels the warmth that spreads through her chest at the care in her voice.

“Bad habit, I’ll… I’ll do better.” she tries to assure her, rubbing the back of her neck, an action that matches her tone, mind racing, contemplating on offering the invitation.

“Um, so, we’re having a little session tonight… nothing big, just the boys and…” She trails off once more, a hint of hesitance threading through.

“And…?”

“I was wondering if you’d wanna come over? A little make up for disappearing on you… and I’d like to have you here.” She finally finishes, her tone hopeful and shy, a rare glimpse of external vulnerability.

“I’d love to, Gens. Just let me know when I need to show my beautiful face.” A soft chuckle escapes Letitia’s lips, one filled with affection and Genesis knows she’s smiling.

Genesis can’t help but roll her eyes at Letitia’s antics, but relief blooms through her whole being.

“Irie… I uh, I’ll text the details.”

They end the call with gentle goodbyes and Genesis quickly sends over the information before she forgets, setting her phone down, sitting there for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of the conversation.

She then takes one last drag from the spliff before putting it out in her holder that sits on her nightstand, pushing herself up off the bed and walking to her closet to get changed into slightly nicer clothes, intent on helping the boys prepare for the night.

Once she’s changed over from her normalcy of sweats and a muscle tee, she shuffles down the hallway, her footsteps a soft movement against the hardwood. She’s just returned from Portugal, her body still not having shaken off the journey to Italy from Jamaica before then, leaving a persistent cloak of exhaustion.

The warm chatter of the boys fill the air as she approaches the kitchen, Julian absorbed in reordering the living space, rearranging items with a curator’s touch.

“Everything good with you?” He questions without looking up, voice warm.

Genesis nods in reply to him, stepping into the kitchen, finding Ziggy and Ragga there, a spread of rolling papers and herbs laid out before them. The rich scent’s comforting, familiar, and they both look up as they hear her enter, Ziggy’s eyes crinkling with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Morning, Gen.” Ragga greets, his tone gentle.

“Morning,” She murmurs, attempting to brush off the weariness with a faint smile, walking behind them to where the knifes are kept, grasping the handle of one to help.

But Ziggy’s quick, his hand gentle but firm as he takes the knife from her grasp.

“Nah, Gen,” He says, his eyes holding a mixture of affection and caution. “You sit and relax a bit, yeah?”

Her hand lingers in the air for a moment, a silent testament to her interrupted intent.

“I’m fine, really.” She insists softly, though the heaviness in her body betrays her words.

Ragga exchanges a look with Ziggy, and Julian, paused in his task, now lingers by the entryway of the kitchen. They all remember the breakdown from last year, and then the months that followed after Genesis just left, trying to find her footing again. She remembers it all too well too.

“Genesis,” Ziggy begins again, his voice ever steady, “we know yuh good, but we don’t wan’ push it, y’know?”

Genesis’ protests waver, faltering under their collective concern and she lets out a breath, a silent concession, her arms raising in a mock surrender.

“Fine, I’ll go and… chill.” She trails off, the last word tinged with reluctant acceptance. She turns, leaving the kitchen to the sound of Julian’s words behind her as Ziggy and Ragga continue with their jobs.

“Yuh not think that’s too much?”

She knows that’s in reference to her.

Settling onto the couch, Genesis allows her eyes to close, a flicker of annoyance threading through her at both her friend’s overprotective natures and her own inability to push past the weariness. She’s poised at the edge of sleep quickly, body still exhausted, teetering into the welcome arms of rest, when the now all-too-familiar hum begins to weave through her consciousness yet again.

It’s the usual timbre, textured with the light rasp that seems to resonate with an ancient familiarity. Each vibration of the sound’s like a thread, stitching her to a tapestry of memory and feeling she can’t quite place. It wraps around her, a comforting enigma that’s both haunting and soothing, a presence that feels like home, yet something she still can’t put a name to, still not able to trace its origin in her waking thoughts.

The humming tune swells, a crescendo that envelops her with warmth, lulling her deeper towards sleep, causing her to hover between awareness and dreams, where the voice feels so close, like she can reach out and touch the source with ease.

But the moment’s interpreted by the sound of the front door opening and closing in a swift motion, a harsh return to reality as the hum suddenly fades, leaving her in just the darkness, now punctuated by Junior’s distinctive voice.

“Wha’ gwaan? Mi just forward.” He announces, his ascent a melodic dance of Paitos filling the room as his steps sound gently on the floorboards.

But Genesis doesn’t open her eyes, instead just lifting a hand in a half-hearted wave off.

“Let me sleep, Juni, yeah?” Her voice is a mumble, already heavy with the sleep that clings to her.

Junior chuckles, a rich sound that bounces through the room.

“Yeah, yeah, lazy girl.”

It’s a tease, his usual nature, and usually Genesis would roll her eyes. But she remains unmoving and hears how his footsteps recede as her hand falls back across her abdomen. With the elusive hum now gone, having retreated to the back of her mind, all she hears is the sounds of Junior moving about, towards the kitchen, and the sound of the other boys welcoming him.

But still, she drifts, her tiredness anchoring her into the deep depths of sleep, and soon her breathing evens out, her body finally surrendering fully to the quiet pull of it, giving in to the full expanse of the darkness that consumes her

Behind her eyes, the hum returns slowly, a rich melody that seems to emanate from her very conscious, fading in. Deep and resonant, holding the weight of years within each undulating note, a tune shaped from years of experience and time. It’s not just a sound within her mind, she realizes, but a voice without words, telling a tale. Calling out to her.

The melody twists through the darkness, wrapping around Genesis’ conscious. It’s both comforting and forbidding, like a hauntingly beautiful prelude of sorts to something she can’t predict.

The tranquil forest soon comes into her sight, suddenly burst into an inferno, a blaze of bright orange that licks the sky with its fiery tongues. She’s now a child, no older than seven or eight years-old, running from the flames, her heart’s pounding in her chest as the roar of the fire spreads in monstrous pursuit.

The sound of hooves thunders from behind, suddenly, a relentless beat that promises no escape. She dares not to look back, she knows better, even as the rider’s voice calls out to her, an echo that seems to rise from the very earth beneath her feet.

But ahead of her, the scene mirrors the forest behind her, causing her to skid to a stop, her young eyes wide with fear, and the rider circles around to face her, his own face a blur, identity cloaked by her memory, yet his presence remains commanding. He reaches down towards her, a golden ring in his palm, and she takes it hesitantly, fingers closing around the ring as she takes it in. It adorns the Lion of Judah, a symbol that seems to pierce the veil with significance.

And suddenly, reality shifts like sand underfoot and she’s transported back to a time before, a time of innocence. Now younger, she sits in the back of a car, seeing the backside of her father as he sings the chorus to “Three Little Birds”, which plays on the radio, lazily. His hand reaches back after a quick moment, tickling her and soft laughter bubbles up from her younger self, a sound of pure joy.

But her laughter begins to muffle, the sound distorting, as if she’s sunken under water, every movement around her seemingly slowed. Her gaze is drawn to her father’s right hand, to the ring that bares an uncanny resemblance to the one she just saw.

In the waking world, Genesis’ face is a canvas of distress, eyebrows knitted together, a sheen of tears threatening to break through the facade of sleep.

Jernir, one of Ziggy’s friends, drawn by the sound of Genesis’ troubled slumber, approaches with furrowed brows, nudging her shoulder a bit too eagerly, along with a loud voice, and Genesis is catapulted back to reality.

“Yo, Gen!”

Her eyes snap open, body jolting up in an instant and tears start to betray her as she attempts to steady her breathing.

“All the waterworks, you pussy. Ain’t need none of that.” Jernir chuckles, finding humor in the way of her waking.

Genesis, gathering her composure, wipes her tears away quickly, pushing herself up from the couch. She keeps her head down as she pushes past Jernir, their shoulders brushing in a silent exchange, but she doesn’t care, even after he calls after her, mindlessly walking to her room.

It’s a sanctuary, the walls holding all the quiet she needs, stepping inside, closing the door in a rush as she walks in deeper, leaning over her desk as she hangs her head, trying to tether herself to the moment. Her breathing’s a whisper in the stillness, a rhythm she focuses on to dispel the lingering grip on her chest from her dream.

With each deep breath, despite the small shake that plagues it, the tension slowly begins to fade away, leaving her more present and grounded, her now natural state. And when she opens her eyes, they fall upon her ring— her father’s ring, the ring, the tangible piece of her reoccurring dream materialized in the real sphere.

Her movements are tentative as she reaches out, her fingers closing around the cool metal, and she feels the heavy weight of history in between her fingers. The Lion of Judah stares back at her, a legacy, a piece of her heritage. She rubs her thumb over the engraving, feeling the lines that had been traced by her father’s own fingers years ago.

With reverence, she slides the ring onto her right ring finger. It’s a little loose, but fits enough to stay put, as though it’s been waiting for her to reclaim it. The metal’s cool against her skin, a silent affirmation of her past, never truly lost or forgotten.

A sudden knock at her door pulls her out of her thoughts, and she turns finding Letitia standing in her doorway, a gentle gaze looking onto her.

“Hey,” She murmurs, her voice tinged with concern.

“Hi…” Genesis manages to get out, her voice steadier than she felt, straightening her demeanor. “When did you…”

“Julian let me in, said I could put my bag in here.” She replies, walking in and placing her bag down by the door of Genesis’ bed.

And in the quiet of the room, Letitia reaches out, her arms encircling Genesis in an embrace that feels like an escape from the outside world. Genesis melts into it, her head finding Letitia’s collarbone, the earlier disorientation begins to dissolve, the vivid images images of her dream blurring in the moment, the warmth from Letitia’s body seeps into her, a soothing balm to the cold unease that clutches at her chest.

“You okay?” Letitia’s voice is a soft whisper, barely more than the rustle of fabric as Genesis pulls away.

Genesis nods, her demeanor now carrying the resolve she was able to muster, turning towards her closet, the door left pushed open, always, and she reaches for the black leather jacket, shrugging it on, her favorite add on, always.

“Ready to get high.” She adds, a hint of defiance laced with the desire to escape the lingering shadows of her dream.

Letitia watches her, eyes tracing the lines of the jacket as it settles on Genesis’ frame, the leather amplifying the contours of her outfit and the two golden chains on her neck. There’s a small flash of recognition crosses Letitia’s face— that’s her jacket, the one she draped over Genesis one night out in New York City back in 2018, a tangible piece of their history, even if Genesis doesn’t exactly remember.

Genesis catches Letitia’s lingering gaze and holds it, her own eyes questioning the intensity within.

“What?” She questions softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Letitia just simply shakes her head, her expression one of mixed amusement and something more changed, a subtle acknowledgement of the attraction that the jacket seems to accentuate, walking forward and gently pulling on the edges, fixing it on her frame.

Her gaze moves up to meet Genesis’ eyes, unwavering now, and Letitia brings her hand up, brushing against Genesis’ cheek with a tenderness that belies the strength of her touch.

Genesis feels how her breath hitches, caught in the gravity of the moment, eyes locked with each others, filled with a complex mix of feelings— the lingering touch of the past, the comfort of the present, the uncharted potential of the future. All of it.

Letitia leans in slowly, her lips grazing against Genesis’ before they connect, a gentle inquiry and a firm declaration all at once. The leather jacket creaks slightly as Genesis moves her arms to encircle Letitia, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss with a careful intensity.

And as they part, just as slow, after passing moments, their foreheads rest against one another’s, the world outside Genesis’ room seeming to pause in deference to their connection. There’s a sense of completion, a circuit closing, leaving them both grounded and yet somehow more alive.

And with that, silently, hand in hand, they leave, Letitia guiding as they re-enter the world outside.

The living room’s transformed into a vibrant den of sound and scent, alive with the rhythmic pulse of reggae music that fills every corner. The bass thumps a heartbeat, syncing with the collective mood of the small gathering, while the higher pitches of the melody weave through the air, binding the group in a musical embrace.

Smoke curls lazily upwards, tinted by soft lighting that casts a warm glow over the room, giving everything a hazy, dreamlike, quality. The air’s rich with the earthy scent of ganja, a tangible marker of the night’s laid-back intent. Friends lounge across various couches and cushions, or stand among the area, the atmosphere one of relaxed camaraderie, punctuated by spurts of laughter.

Letitia watches as Genesis, with practiced ease, grabs a spliff and lights it, the flame from the lighter flickering briefly, illuminating her focused expression as she brings it closer to her lips, the spliff already positioned between, now glowing slightly. Putting her lighter away, she breaths in a deep, measured, breath, her eyes closing in satisfaction as she savors the rush of the herb, a small sigh leaving her lips as she opens her eyes, gaze settling on Letitia, extending the spliff towards her with the smallest smirk turning her lips upward.

She hesitates, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing her features, the memory of being overwhelmingly high is still vivid in her mind, a ghost of a sensation that still makes her wary.

“Remember Accra?”

Genesis had leaned closer to her, her voice low, almost teasing as her warm breath tickled Letitia’s ear. And it comes flooding back to Letitia’s mind all too easily.

The pulsating beat of the club, bodies moving in sync with the music and each other, the air thick with anticipation and the sharp scent of spirits mixed with the warmth of Accra— a night of sensory overload.

Letitia remembers the euphoria of the music reverberating through her body, the laughter of her friends blending with the rhythm of the dance floor below. Everything felt amplified, the colors more vivid, the touch of skin in any way or amount more electric. Genesis was there, her energy infectious, her smile a beacon in the dimly lit club.

Settled in the VIP section, they were in their own world, a bubble within the chaos of the club. Genesis had been wandering around at the time.

The high from earlier events had Letitia feeling weightless, her inhibitions dissolving into the night. At some point, she doesn’t really remember when, the distance between her and Genesis closed, their bodies almost intertwining as they stood by the railing. She could feel the heat from Genesis’ usually cold skin, could see the glistening sheen of sweat against her forehead, reflecting from the sporadic flashes of the strobe lights.

They were leaning into each other, the loudness of the club forcing them to speak directly into each other’s ears to be heard. Letitia’s hand had found Genesis’ hand on top of her shoulder as Genesis stood behind her, her own placed on top of hers, a steadying touch that lingered. Letitia had turned her head, their faces only inches apart, Genesis’ breath warm on Letitia’s lips.

The desire to close that small distance had been overwhelming. They were on the edge of something undefined, a precipice that promised either ruin or the most exhilarating of flights. But just as their lips were about to meet, a friend had stumbled into their sides, laughing and oblivious, pulling them back into the group’s dynamic, the moment slipping away just like the smoke.

It was for the best, maybe. She was with Eva at the time.

But now she isn’t. She’s with Genesis, and her words were enough to coax a small nod from her, accepting the spliff, her fingers brushing against Genesis’ as it’s passed off.

Still, with a tentative gaze, Letitia brings the spliff to her lips, drawing in a shallow breath of smoke. She coughs a little after doing so, not having smoked since Ghana, not one to make a habit of it with how her youth was, and she chuckles at herself lightly, Genesis’ own blending in.

“Easy,” Genesis teases quietly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not a race, yeah?”

Letitia can only nod once more, more at ease now, the initial hesitation washing away thanks to Genesis’ comforting presence and a playful nudge. With that, she takes another drag, more natural now, the smoke settling more smoothly this time.

They blend into the conversations that flows around them, the room a cocoon of sound from the music that continues to play— a mix of the Marley family and newer reggae fusion— to the intermittent bursts of laughter and the soft, continual murmur of voices, Julian, Ragga, Ziggy, and Junior all telling everyone stories of their and Genesis’ youths.

Having found a place on the couch, Genesis watches Letitia from beside her, noting the relaxation that gradually eases the lines of her face, the light from the lamps casting shadows that play over her features, highlighting the subtle transformation from hesitant to tranquil as she folds into Genesis’ group with a comfortable ease, as if she’s always just been there, smiling bright and laughing loudly, in turn causing Genesis to fall into it too.

Letitia notices it quickly, the confidence that radiates off of her like this.

Genesis, with her compelling aura magnified in a casual, yet sharp, attire of a white button-down and a black leather jacket, two gold chains on her neck and her father’s ring on her right hand.

Letitia, beside her, outfit complementary yet distinct in its simplicity, has a gleam in her eyes as Genesis extends the spliff to her, their fingers brushing, a spark inching its way through their skin at the feeling as the room around them is alive. A tapestry of accents and laughter as the boys all fill the space with vibrant stories of their youth or recent events, and small musings and teasings fired back and forth to others in the room, involving light nudges or the ruffle of dreadlocks.

Genesis and Letitia lean back against the couch, leaning into the comfort of each other, the group’s energy, and the overall warmth of the room, Letitia’s arm hiding a natural place around Genesis’ shoulders as laughter and talk swirls around them.

It’s intimate and real, their actions, and as the phones emerge, capturing the essence of the night, Letitia reaches for her sunglasses that are hanging on the collar of her crewneck, a silent dance having been done before. The movement sends Genesis back to the vibrant night in Accra a couple years back, the rhythm of the night being alive with it all, the shadow of the New Year’s coming forward, how Letitia had placed her glasses on as her shield to the world’s watching eyes, her fans searching for any and every glimpse of her.

“What?” Letitia whispers, a small smirk playing on her lips as the sunglasses click into place, shielding the world from the redness of her eyes and her euphoric gaze.

Genesis’ chuckle is soft, unable to control it now, a low harmony to the reggae bass in the background.

“Just… thinking.”

The haze of smoke and the buzz from the high wrap around them like a cloak, Letitia’s presence an intoxicating force as they chuckle together. Yet as the night continues, with a boldness borrowed from the evening’s events and spirit, Letitia’s teasings become more tangible, her light touches light but full of intent.

Eventually, her hand finds its way to Genesis’ thigh, her thumb delicately rubbing against Genesis’ jeans. The subtle touch is electrifying, carrying the unvoiced desires with it, simmering beneath a collected exterior. Across the room, laughter and chatter from the boys and the others fill the air, but for the two of them, their world has narrowed down to the space between them.

Slowly, Letitia’s touches grow bolder, her fingertips drawing movements that gradually shift closer. There’s an unspoken plea in her movements that Genesis notices, a yearning. As her hand gets too close, Genesis finally places hers over Letitia’s, her heart beating hard in her chest, sucking on her bottom lip for a moment and Letitia takes advantage, her head turning towards Genesis, and Genesis can see her eyes behind the glasses, her gaze intense, lingering, and Genesis knows what she wants.

The energy in the room’s a blend of mellow vibes, an electric buzz that captures everyone’s attention in their own ways as they all continued to just lounge around, no one else aware of the want being communicated between them, a desire to retreat to a place less crowded, less watched.

With a subtle nod, Genesis rises from her place, her movements casual, betraying nothing of the current that’s leading her to the sanctuary of her room. Letitia waits a few moments, her gaze following Genesis intently as she disappears up the stairs before excusing herself without a word.

Genesis’ friends’ conversations just continued, uninterrupted, and Letitia feels how her heart races as she walks with measured steps to follow in Genesis’ direction. Soon, she reaches the door, finding it slightly ajar, a silent invitation, and she pushes it open, stepping inside, eyes immediately finding Genesis leaning back against her desk, an expectant look in her eyes.

The door clicks shut behind Letitia quietly, sealing them away from the rest of the world, the thumping bass from down in the living room now a muffled heartbeat, the rhythm of the night a distant echo to the feeling of urgency that fills the space between them.

Without a word, Genesis is the one to close the gap, arms wrapping around the back of Letitia’s neck, causing her breath to hitch as she looks into Genesis’ eyes. Green like emeralds, the most beautiful color she knows, and she finds a reflection of her own longing within her. But it’s Letitia who connects their lips, both a release and deepening of the tension that had brought them here.

Her actions are fuled by a want, forcing the leather jacket off Genesis’ shoulders, letting just fall to the floor before she lets the feeling consume her entirely, taking ahold of Genesis and moving her around to the door, pressing against her.

Letitia’s an inch taller than her, eyes almost level as their gazes, her hands trailing down from the hem of her shirt to her hips. Past her sunglasses, her brown eyes, hooded with the lust and high, stay on her as she lowers herself, getting onto her knees in front of her. Genesis tips her head back against the door, feeling how her shirt rides up to just below her bra-line.

The movement causes Genesis’ gaze to fall down, and their eyes meet immediately before she leans in, kissing the soft skin of Genesis’ now bare stomach, hands now on her waist, gripping tightly to keep her in place. Her eyes open, meeting Genesis’ once more as her lips continue to graze across her skin.

“Fuck…” Genesis murmurs under her breath, her senses feeling heightened in the moment as her head falls back again, eyes closing in utter bliss, and all she hears is her cheeky chuckle, feeling her fingertips squeeze her sides more.

And then she feels a soft nip, just above the waistband of her jeans and a small, whimper of a gasp leaves her lips, bucking forward from the sudden feeling.

“Fuck- Tish…”

She only chuckles again, a low murmur falling from her lips.

“Sorry.”

“You’re not.” Genesis manages, her fingertips moving up, gently gripping at her cornrows, and she doesn’t need to see her to know that her smug smirk is plastered on her face.

“Yeah… I’m not.”

Her teeth graze the hemline of her jeans again, her fingers unbuttoning them with ease before swiftly pulling them down, Genesis stepping out of them, using the support of her head, before Letitia suddenly stands, bringing her hands under her arms.

She lifts Genesis with ease, Genesis’ legs instinctively wrapping around her waist and Letitia’s hands find her ass as their lips meet once more, and Letitia smirks into the kiss, her feet on autopilot as she maneuvers her way to Genesis’ bed, up against wall to their right and she lays her down gently, hands on the middle of her back before standing before the edge, between her legs and pulling off her own shirt in a swift motion, leaving her in a gray sports bra.

Genesis’ eyes trail Letitia’s body as she leans her head up slightly, taking in the definition in her muscles that weren’t there before, always hiding under baggy clothes now, and she can tell all her days in the gym for her upcoming film is paying off.

She leans back over her, body hovering, and her lips find her neck, her opposite forearm placed over Genesis’ head, the other moving down to Genesis’ hips as Genesis wraps her legs around her, a shaky breath leaving her lips at the feeling of Letitia gently grazing against the skin on her neck, her hands finding the buttons on Genesis’ shirt and proceeding to undo them before Genesis helps her by shrugging it off and Letitia lowers her head, kissing the skin beneath her bare breasts, having worn no bra underneath.

Genesis’ fingers move to the back of her head, her fingertips gently running between the lines of cornrows, a quiet moan escaping her lips from all the feelings she’s feeling. The way Letitia’s hands feel on her skin, the way her lips feel, the way she moves with such tenderness, yet a clear need, and a want of control made known. And Letitia can’t help but smile at the way Genesis reacts to her touch, feeling her body tense and squirm slightly as her mouth continues to work across her skin, feeling her own tightness in her stomach at the mere sight of Genesis like this.

Her teeth nipped at your skin, getting closer and closer to Genesis’ nipples but always avoiding them, and Genesis’ hands wondered back up to her hair before tugging lightly on her, causing Letitia to buck into her.

It’s Genesis’ turn to smirk now, her fingers continuing to pull Letitia to her body, yet the smug feeling doesn’t last very long as Letitia moves both of Genesis’ hands above her before Genesis can even process it, leaving her very vulnerable to what’s to come, and Letitia leans back, ever so slightly, breath hot as it brushes against her lips.

She crosses Genesis wrists above her head before moving her lips back down to her navel, and Genesis lets out a yelp as Letitia flips her over, pulling her hips towards her own pelvis, allowing her to bend over and whisper in Genesis’ ear.

“What do you think you’re doing, mamas?”

#letitia wright #letitia wright fanfic #letitia fanfic #shai’s oc #no woman no cry fic

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thesherrinfordfacility · 3 months

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LWA: This is just a mini-ask, but I've seen people comment before on Crowley's waiter jacket, and while the lapels are genuinely different from the others, the rest of the look, as far as I can tell, is because Crowley /does not understand how to wear it/. From the way it is draping at the front, he has the hanging loop attached--which you should not do while actually wearing the jacket!--and the sides aren't shorter, but tucked into the cummerbund. Which also, no. I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be a deliberate costuming parallel to Gabriel's own misadventure in suit jackets, where he has neglected to cut open the back vent. Aziraphale and Crowley are more humanized than their employers, but they are still "off."

to be honest with you, LWA, mini/silly asks are very welcome at the moment!!! the details on crowley are really cool, and to my shame i'd never really paid much attention to it!!! it's not so obvious in this post (in fact i don't think the jacket is closed here, there's too big a gap?) but by 'hanging loop', im guessing that you mean this little clasp thing going on here?

(also love the detail of what i think is a FiH knot, as opposed to the other servers, who im guessing are sporting half, maybe full, windsors. iconic)

as for the cummerbund disaster... from the back it definitely looks bunched and bulky, or at least the shirt definitely is (which in itself... yeah, negates the whole point of it - is it even sat in the right place?? looks like it should sit a smidge higher??) but from the bottom right, the cut of the jacket would suggest it's not long enough to be standard length, and the front finishes, and angles up, in a cropped shape at the waist (more like the front of a very high tailcoat cut?)... odd:

edit because ive just looked at this again - it does quite literally seem like it's a tailcoat cut, and he's tucked the tails into the cummerbund? crowley wtf are you doin my love you're an enigma

regardless of the specifics though, crowley in particular dressing just slightly out-of-place is a really cool detail, especially in his historical dress; people always remark on aziraphale's clothing being slightly - or completely- out-of-touch, but crowley in his own manner dresses slightly off as well, absolutely.

slightly unrelated, and took me a hot minute to find it, but this overview of his rome attire is an example of awesome details demonstrating that crowley might not blending in as much as he intended. and bernadette banner's (1:26:45) review of their 1827 dress was really interesting too, indicating that crowley oftentimes dresses 'ahead of the time'. its plausible that crowley would just dress in a way that he thinks is accurate, but from a human's perspective is just completely foreign, and whether his attire just happens to be noticed by the right people, or its another subconscious (demonic?) power-of-influence thing, what seems to be slightly incorrect dress for the exact, specific period suddenly becomes trend-setting fashion.

but then again, we get his nanny costume, which the book chalks that up to him having watched mary poppins; goes to show that sometimes crowley doesn't quite recognise the shift in time period where dress is concerned, and instead takes the pop culture idea of what a nanny would dress like, and runs with it.

i like the thought that gabriel (and maybe all the angels, when they visit earth, to varying degrees) might dress a little strangely/have some faux pas going on, but got to confess - can't spot where gabriel's vent stitches might still be tacked? from what i can see, in s1 he has a double-vented jacket that appears to be open, and then in s2 has a ventless/ double-pleated vent jacket? possibly? (@everyone timestamps most welcome; i was scouring both seasons half asleep at 2am)

seems like he still has them tacked in his coat though which, yeah, is a really amusing detail:

#i live for the details in this show truly #good omens #ask #costume meta

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shions-chin-scar · 2 years

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It's honestly heartbreaking to see the difference between Past Kakucho, who protested the murder of a girl he didn't even know, and Future Kakucho, who fatally shot his childhood friend in one timeline and was unmoved by Sanzu executing three people in front of him in another

Same with Mocchi

I wonder how long it took for them to stop caring

#tokyo revengers #kakucho #kanji mochizuki #on a side note every bonten member looks so freaking miserable in the manga #their eyes are sunken and shadowed and soulless #except sanzu who's living his best life i guess #i really like that detail about them tbh. wakui showing that the world of organized crime is awful and not romantic at all #even izana's eyes look even more deranged in the future somehow #michi changing the future would be good not just for hina and mikey but for the would be Bonten members too (those that are still alive)#they've done bad things but i don't think wakui would show us them looking so unhappy in bonten if they were truly evil to the bone #they should get their happy ending too #after lots of therapy in prison ofc #give them the Kazutora Treatment. seems to work wonders

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also this ep was so genius for retelling the last ep through tinn’s pov. like at the end of the ep you get a glimpse of what he does for gun, and in this one you see the true extent of just how in love he is and just how far he’ll go for this crush he’s been harbouring for years. and the thing is you believe in it so quickly, you’re like yes ofc he’s had a big fat ridiculous crush on this boy for years, it’s not a stretch at all. and do you know why? bc ep 1 spends its whole time developing gun, letting us get to know him, seeing him being cute and adorable and joyous and determined and funny and all this stuff, and we fall in love with him. so when tinn says he fell in love with him at first sight, at first song, you believe it, because we did too.

I’m telling you. This dumb little high school rom-com is pure genius.

#this show has well and truly stolen my heart #I just have so much to say I don’t even think I could b #put it into words it just captures its vibe perfectly #and there is so much care and detail in everything #and OH MY GOD ARE GEMINI AND FORTH SOME OF THE BEST ACTORS TO COME OUT OF GMMTV I AINT EVEN LYING #and at their age???? fuck they’re perfection #so enjoyable to watch I just wanna live in this show #my school president

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puhpandas · 9 months

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I probably love the pizzaplex an unhealthy amount

#just the little details the carpet designs the art the posters the cutouts the merch the MUSIC #its so lovingly made and sculpted and it shows in every inch #it truly feels lived in and beloved by children #i love the the fazerblast lobby music specifically its just so....#pandas.txt #pandas talks

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soopysoap · 4 months

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hey btw nothing will make me immediately start ugly sobbing like the rocket man scene from everything sucks

#lord. LORDDD.#i also think its so interesting that while kates whole character is finding herself in the midst of Truly Dealing with her mothers death an #like. truly living for the first time with the fact that she doesnt have a mother during the years when she's developing as a person #her dads character has seemingly like #moved on #throughout the whole show #bc its established from the beginning that her death happened 10 years prior? so like it Makes Sense #and the entire time hes presented as this Happy Go Lucky guy who just wants to be there for his daughter and is a little silly and naive #sometimes #and like yeah hes struggling a bit when it comes to raising his daughter and finding love again but not any more than any other single #parent would!#and THEN #all of a sudden #he and kates boyfriend get her to play a song on the piano for them #bc they love her and want to see her in her element!!!!#and right from the beginning its established that the song shes going to play is very personal to her and her dad. they dont even divulge #details. he just says- 'youre gonna play moms song?' and she says 'yeah. is that okay?' and he says 'yeah.' and its fine #and then she plays and sings this BEAUTIFUL rendition of rocket man by elton john on the piano. and good GOD is he keeping it together for #her. but hes not smiling anymore!!!!! and the camera is cutting between her who is tearing up but Not Crying because she cant fucking cry b #SHE chose to do this and thats lame and embarrassing or whatever and then it fucking cuts back to him. during the lines 'i miss the earth s #much / i miss my wife'#good LORD nothing broke me faster #and then he just gets up. and leaves to go to the kitchen. during his daughters song- someone he has been TRYING SO HARD to be there for #while she continuously pushes him away bc of her own fears #and he fucking walks away bc he knows hes gonna break down and he cant do that in front of his daughter and who does he call?? WHO DOES HE #CALL????? the woman he had recently gone on a few dates with who likes him for Him who is helping him relearn what it means to be in love #and experience life without fear and she doesnt even pick up it just goes to voicemail and he KNOWS its just gonna go to voice mail her #voice just comforts him #all while rocket man is softly playing in the background #my roman empire

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this isnt really an ask but im surprised tim is your favourite omg maybe its in my head but i feel you talk about dick and jason a lot more

oh it’s definitely not in your head lmaooo 😭 i talk about tim less bc i think up until the point i read his canon i was pretty much satisfied with it. obv i have issues with chuck dixon’s textual conservatism and bigotry but i don’t have issues with how tim generally existed as a character at least through the very early 00s, which is conveniently where i stopped following bat canon at large. dick and jason on the other hand present so many problems for me in terms of ill maintained characterization with respect to what i’ve read so they’re way more on my mind jdbdjdkd

#outbox #but in any case i am deeply endeared to all of them #i think what gets me about tim is that he’s like. so utterly normal and clearly not meant for any of it but throws himself in anyway #like he really has no idea the extent of the horror show he’s throwing himself into #and that fascinates me about him bc at least prior to dc starting to kill everyone in his life #i think he adjusts to it somewhat well. like he’s barely holding on but he really tries to grow into the role #and that’s what’s sad to me yknow #like i think his robin run is a sort of long winded manifesto as to why the position of robin is so tragic #in a way to me it better articulates the child soldier concern #bc while we see jason die; we see tim live extensively #by virtue of having the longer robin run we’re exposed to every detail of what makes the role so doomed #(even though dixon may not actually intend to paint it as such)#so it really catches my attention in that sense #but also tangentially i think he most won me over with the young justice run like #it’s such a good book overall but i also think it manages to drive home in a lot of ways why tim is a better leader and friend #bc he has his bad moments but he allows himself to be held accountable by his peers and they are truly his equals

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gatual · 2 years

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last night i was thinking abt characters that love so so sO much that end up doing crazy shit bc of it my beloveds

#🍒#makes me crazyinsane #i thought abt that moment when denji ws like if i ever die posses my body and live my dreams with it but then pochita was like no. ill give #u my heart and u will show me ur dreams STOPPPPPP😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 man stop😭😭😭😭😭#or also homura dying and reversing time hundreds of times just to save madoka every single time.she was her purpose for everything she coul #could go through all that bc her love for her was so much😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭SOB why am i making myself suffer the worst is #idk if the worst but yk i feel like i truly understand this type of characters bc whem it comes to the people i love man oh mannmn #i would givey life kill die and everything else i feel like. sometimes love is so mcuh i feel like it doesnt fit in my chest so sjdbfnfkc #like when i think of my mom sometimes it makes me cry bc love is so much idk what to do w it so i cryehehdbfjfkdndn but that happens to #but in the way that some other times i also feel my chest full of love but i feel so alone and idk what to do with itANYWAY BYE #no way not bye yet something else that happens is that ive never felt ..loved like this🥲 okay now yes bye #NO WAIT JFNDBBJ SORRY anOther thing is think sometimes is that yk how we're all different..and express feelings in different ways and stuff #what if im not interpreting someones love the right way..like what if someone i love does love me back this way but their way of sharing #feelings and emotions is way different than mine (bc this is v possible too yk our experiences arent universal/) WHAT THEN.#im gonna hand this paper to everyone ik so they write w lot of detail the way they feel about me final bye.#wait lmao😭😭😭😭 this is so long i also feel that loving like this makes me a red flag LMAO bc by putting ppl i love over me and loving so #intensely many times i feel like what i do its not required and even though i deal w jealousy and negative feelings i always control them #and never act on them but so many things related to human relationships causing me anxiety and this and that make me feel that im the #red flag itshard to explain neway tru final total byE.

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Hello.

I've seen you posting detailed information about the WGA strike and wondered if you had any suggestions as to how those of us not directly involved can show our support for the Union?

Okay, bearing in mind that all this is entirely subjective at the moment (and so far lacking any more useful input from other sources): a few thoughts.

This will be my third WGA strike. (My first one was in 1988, just after I'd made my first live action sale—s1e6 of ST:TNG). And the thought keeps occurring to me at the moment that this time out, there's a potentially gamechanging player on the field that wasn't there before: truly pervasive social media.

(Adding a cut here, because this goes on a bit...)

In 2007, social media as we now understand it was still in its cradle. Now, though, those of us who're striking can make our voices much more widely heard. And so can those of us who're not, but just want to show solidarity. Last time, the AMPTP was able to do pretty much what it wanted without the public noticing or having even a medium-profile way to make their feelings known. But this time? Not so much.

So as an otherwise uninvolved person who wants to show solidarity, I'd start with something seemingly low-value. If I was on Twitter, I'd start routinely tweeting about the strike and my support for it—not obsessively, just persistently, a couple/few times a week—using the Twitter hashtags that are gaining ground even now, such as #DoTheWriteThing (and of course #WGAStrike). I would make sure I was following @WGAEast and @WGAWest, to keep an eye on what's going on.

Additionally: I would start politely, but repeatedly—again, maybe once or twice a week at least, and not stopping—tweeting the various major players in the AMPTP, especially the streamers: Amazon, Netflix, Hulu et al. I would start suggesting that their current attitude toward the WGA's contract negotiations is not only unrealistic but potentially (for the AMPTP) bad for business. (And self-destructive, too, as if this goes on much longer in this vein, they'll be seemingly eagerly casting themselves as The Baddies.) I would suggest that their bad behavior, if not amended by them coming to the table to bargain in good faith, might start affecting both my interest in their shows and my willingness to keep paying unreasonable people for access to them.

I should emphasize here that so far there've been no formal calls from anyone for boycotts or subscription cancellations. For the moment, this strikes me as wise. The point for WGA-friendly observers, right now, would be to keep what's happening to the writers visible: to keep bringing it up: to refuse to allow it to be swept under the rug. The "They only want two cents on the dollar!" angle seems potentially useful the more it's repeated. The point is to keep the repetition going: to make it plain, day after day, that the other side's being not just unreasonable, but greedy. Day after day, and week after week, and (if necessary: please Thoth may it not be...) month after month.

And tweeting is hardly all that can be done. Email is cheap and easy. But actual letters, written on actual paper and mailed, can still create a surprising amount of attention in a corporate office. (The saying in TV used to be that for every person who actually writes in about an issue, there are ten, or a hundred, who feel the same way but never got around to it.) Write letters to all the AMPTP members' CEOs, and make your feelings on the WGA's core demands politely plain. ...Especially when those CEOs collectively made almost three-quarters of a billion-with-a-B dollars in salaries last year, when many of the writers working on their shows can't afford rent.

After that: here's another thought, a little more physical. If by chance you're in an area where one or the other of the Guilds are picketing: turn out and support them! Honk when you pass: and if you're interested, show up and offer to walk the picket lines with them. These things get noticed. (In 2007 a bunch of us, both Guild members and non-, caused significant astonishment by turning out to picket AMPTP members' offices in Dublin.)

...Obviously not all that many people are going to be positioned, in terms of location or their own work and time commitments, to show up physically. But online? Find ways to keep this issue visible. The AMPTP wants this to go quiet, wants people to get bored with it, wants people to find reasons to blame the writers. They've tried spinning the story that way before. Don't let them pull that shit. Find ways to back those who're calling them on that, publicly. They do respond to this kind of thing (though they may strenuously deny it). If enough attention continues to be paid by the general public, they will blink—if sometimes excruciatingly slowly, as Disney began to blink over the dispute tagged #DisneyMustPay.

As viewers, and as viewers who pay for subscriptions to things, we far outnumber them. Help be a part of making the AMPTP understand that this quest for a truly fair deal is not going to go away. And the longer they try to act like the Guild's negotiation positions are beneath their notice, the more it's going to hurt them, and the stupider and greedier it's going to make them look.

...That's all I've got for the moment, as I need some lunch. :) ...But I hope this has helped. And thanks for your concern, and your desire to stand in solidarity with us! It's so welcome. :)

ETA: here's a link to the Guild's social media toolkit, for those who'd like to change PFPs or icons, etc., to show their support.

#Writers Guild strike #DoTheWriteThing #WGAStrong

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diorprncess · 8 months

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𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵

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everyone has their own definition of a dream girl - a girl who is simply everything we want or everything we want to be. i strongly believe that discipline and the law of assumption can help anyone become their own version of a dream girl. so why not just manifest that into your reality?

start by figuring out exactly what it means to be a dream girl to you.

what's her name? what does she do for a living? how much money does she make? what about her education? where does she live? what does she look like? what does her body look like? what kind of clothes does she wear? what kind of person is she? what does her morning routine look like? what does her day look like? what does her night routine look like? what are her hobbies and interests? how does she see the world and other people? how do other people see her? what are her goals in life? what kind of people does she surround herself with? what does she do in her free time?

now the most important thing is to answer those questions like you're talking about yourself. not "she is..." but "i am...". i suggest you write it down somewhere just so you can come back to it whenever you need it.

answer those questions and add whatever details you want your dream girl to have. please remember that this is the version of a girl who is perfect to YOU. don't feel like your answers have to be something that other people consider perfect, just describe the version of yourself who is truly happy with her life.

now that you know what a dream girl is to you, tell yourself that you are that girl. i don't wanna hear any "oh but she's rich and i'm not" or "oh but she's this and that and i'm not". no! she is you and you are her. if you can imagine it you can have it. think about what your life would look like if you were that girl. daydream, make plans, journal, create vision boards, do whatever that helps you be in the dream girl state. you are your dream girl, that's it. you look like her, you talk like her, you walk like her, you are her. no matter what shows up in your reality, that doesn't matter, you're becoming your dream girl and nothing and no one can stop you.

something that will definitely help with that is doing the things on your list that are possible for you right now. if your dream girl wakes up early and you know that it's possible for you then start waking up early as well. if your dream girl does yoga and you have enough time and are physically able to do it, start doing yoga. you don't have to start with extremely expensive products and routines, just whatever is possible for you right now. do whatever will help you stay in that state and the rest will simply come to you :)

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sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog · 2 months

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A Big TB Announcement

Greetings from Washington D.C., where I spent the morning meeting with senators before joining a panel that included TB survivor Shaka Brown, Dr. Phil LoBue of the CDC, and Dr. Atul Gawande of USAID. Dr. Gawande announced a major new project to bring truly comprehensive tuberculosis care to regions in Ethiopia and the Philippines. Over the next four years, this project can bring over $80,000,000 in new money to fight TB in these two high-burden countries.

Our family is committing an additional $1,000,000 a year to help fund the project in the Philippines, which has the fourth highest burden of tuberculosis globally.

Here’s how it breaks down: The Department of Health in the Philippines has made TB reduction a major priority and has provided $11,000,0000 per year in matching funds to go alongside $10,000,000 contributed by USAID and an additional $1,000,000 donated by us. This $22,000,000 per year will fund everything from X-Ray machines, medications, and GeneXpert tests to training and employing a huge surge of community health workers, nurses, and doctors who are calling themselves TB Warriors. In an area that includes nearly 3,000,000 people, these TB Warriors will screen for TB, identify cases, provide curative treatment, and offer preventative therapy to close contacts of the ill. We know this Search-Treat-Prevent model is the key to ending tuberculosis, but we hope this project will be both a beacon and a blueprint to show that It’s possible to radically reduce the burden of TB in communities quickly and permanently. It will also, we believe, save many, many lives.

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I believe we can’t end TB without these kinds of public/private partnerships. After all, that’s how we ended smallpox and radically reduced the global burden of polio. It’s also how we’ve driven down death from malaria and HIV. For too long, TB hasn’t had the kind of government or private support needed to accelerate the fight against the disease, but I really hope that’s starting to change. I’m grateful to USAID for spearheading this project, and also to the Philippine Ministry of Health for showing such commitment and prioritizing TB.

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One reason this project is even possible: Both the cost of diagnosis (through GeneXpert tests) and the cost of treatment with bedaquiline are far lower than they were a year ago, and that is due to public pressure campaigns, many of which were organized by nerdfighteria. I’m not asking you for money (yet); Hank and I will be funding this in partnership with a few people in nerdfighteria who are making major gifts. But I am asking you to continue pressuring the corporations that profit from the world’s poorest people to lower their prices. I’ve seen some of the budgets, and it’s absolutely jaw-dropping how many more tests and pills are available because of what you’ve done as a community.

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I don’t yet have the details on which region of the Philippines we’ll be working in, but it will be an area that includes millions of people–perhaps as many as 3 million. And it will include urban, suburban, and rural areas to see the different responses needed to provide comprehensive care in different communities. This will not (to start!) be a nationwide campaign, because even though $80,000,000 is a lot of money, it’s not enough to fund comprehensive care in a nation as large as the Philippines. But we hope that it will serve as a model–to the nation, to the region, and to the world–of what’s possible.

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I’m really excited (and grateful) that our community gets to have a front-row seat to see the challenges and hopefully the successes of implementing comprehensive care. Just in the planning, this project has involved so many contributors–NGOs in the Philippines, global organizations like the Partners in Health community, USAID, the national Ministry of Health in the Philippines, and regional health authorities as well. There are a lot of partners here, but they’ve been working together extremely well over the last few months to plan for this project, which will start more or less immediately thanks to their incredibly hard work.

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Imagine Jason or Dick being jealous or pissed over Damian being a thirdwheel/cockblocked unintentionally with their gf lmao

That would be a funny sight to see. To make it worse, their gf loves spending time with Damian, viewing him as a smol tsundere cat-looking child that they want to kiss or nuzzle his cheeks whenever he's present lol. Of course with his consent.

Jason felt as though Damian had it out for him sometimes…

He couldn’t explain why as during the times that he did interrupt a sweet moment regarding you and him, they were few and far between for Jason to think that Damian was doing this coincidentally, but it happened too many times for him to count on one hand for it to not be apart of some grander scheme of his.

You however disagreed with that statement but Jason called you out on your bias towards his younger brother, meaning that your opinion was invalid.

You warned him that you wouldn’t cuddle him for a week if he tried that shit with you again…Jason was quick to concede to your demands because he honestly couldn’t live without your cuddles. But that didn’t change the fact that he truly believed that Damian not so secretly had it out for him, and it drove him to near insanity that he couldn’t prove it to you because Damian always acted prim and proper within your presence, clinging to your side from the moment you enter Wayne Manor up until you had to leave; all the wile acting like a demon spawn with him.

‘You feeling sleepy there chipmunk?’ Jason uttered softly upon noticing you trying your hardest to stay awake while mid-way through reading his book.

‘You’re being too comfortable Jaybirdie. I’m naturally going to fall asleep on you eventually.’ You murmured, snuggling closer into him to leech off of his warmth, pushing your head up so that it went from resting on his chest to resting against his shoulder and looking into his eyes. ‘Can I have a kiss?’ You asked. ‘What’s the magic word?’ Jason teased and when you pouted, he only chuckled and rested his forehead against your own, brushing his nose against yours. ‘I’m joking sweetheart, you can have all the kisses you want.’ He speaks lowly against your lips and just when he was about to kiss you, another voice spoke up from across the room.

‘Todd, l/n.’

‘Fucking- Jesus Christ.’ Jason flinched away from you and his eyes settled on Damian, who was stood at the end of the plush couch with a book of his own in hand, and asks. ‘Damian, what’re you doing here?’ You gave Jason a harsh nudge in the side along with a warning glare, only to visibly brightening upon seeing Damian. ‘Hi Damian! Don’t mind Jason he’s being a grump, would you like us to make room for you to sit down?’ Before Damian could get a word out you were already looking towards Jason and he groaned as he begrudgingly shifted to the other side of the couch.

‘Thank you l/n, I don’t know what Todd would be without your influence.’ Damian said as he took his seat in the space made available between you and Jason and cracked open his book that was filled with detailed descriptions of artists such as Claude Monet, John Constable and Jan Van Goyen just to name a few. ‘Unbelievable.’ Jason scoffed, looking anywhere other than you and Damian, impatiently tapping his finger against the arm on the couch for every second that Damian overstayed his welcome.

You however were thriving on the time you got with Damian as he showed you some of his favourite artists, telling you why that was while also information dropping interesting facts about art in general; You weren’t well versed in art and you weren’t claiming that you were but you silently thanked him for putting it into words that you could easily understand without feeling too out of your depth. After all it wasn’t very often that you visited the Wayne Manor but when you did, Damian was often the first -if not only- family member you wanted to see first and foremost.

‘You coddle him too much.’ Jason complained once after seeing you tightly hug Damian upon finding out he had come home from clearing a particularly dangerous mission all by himself. ‘I do not!’ You rebutted, crossing your arms. ‘Uh hate to break it to you chipmunk but you do in fact coddle him.’ Jason insisted, not liking the fact that he now had to share your attention with the little shit. ‘Then let’s ask him then.‘ you looked at your side where Damian was leaning against, minding his own business as he petted Alfred the cat’s black fur while the feline looked close to falling asleep. ‘Damian do I coddle you too much?’

Damian hummed as he looked into Jason’s eyes with a deadpan expression and said. ‘No you don’t, Todd’s just being jealous.’ And just like that he went back to petting Alfred the cat without a care to see the murderous look Jason was shooting him, all the while you were non the wise and were thrilled at the fact that Damian out right admitted to enjoying your company.

‘Isn’t he just the sweetest thing.’ You said to Jason who was gritting his teeth. ‘Oh ain’t he just.’ He spat and Damian smirked as he rested more of himself against you just to hear Jason growl. This was going to be a long weekend.

Dick Grayson didn’t mind Damian joining you at first, he even encouraged it purely out of the idea that Damian would get accustomed to your presence- thinking that it would form a bond between you- but Dick would soon learn that it would ultimately be his undoing.

‘Dick! Stop!’ You squealed as you poor attempts to push him away were dismissed as his hold on you tightened, pulling you further against him as he briefly put a stop to his bombardment of kisses to make a face of thought.

‘Hmmm let me think on that…I don’t think I will.’ He said as he continued to pepper kisses across your face to his heart content, all the while purposefully avoiding kissing your lips much to your growing dismay as you tried to steal at least one kiss from his lips, only to find yourself being unsuccessful in your many attempts.

‘Close but I appreciate a good attempt.’ Dick teased, pressing a kiss to your nose before cutely rubbing his nose against yours and choosing to keep his face close to your own, his lips becoming a smirk. ‘Though if a kiss is what you wanted, all you needed to do is ask and I would’ve happily obliged.’ He chuckled and pulled his face away when you tried to lean in for a kiss. ‘Stop pulling away.’ You whined and Dick couldn’t help but find it infinitely cuter when you tried to reach out to him, only for him to kiss the back of you hand before intertwine your fingers.

‘Then ask me to kiss you.’ He said. ‘Ask me to kiss you and then we’d both be happy.’ He adds on, not wanting to reveal how desperate he was for your sweet, sweet kisses just yet. However fate had other plans for him when Damian burst into the room and you had immeditly pushed Dick off of you so hard that he landed on the hard flooring of his bedroom.

‘Damian!’ You cheered. ‘How’s my favourite Wayne doing today?’

‘Your favourite?’ Dick groaned as he got up, rubbing his aching back as he looked over at the two of you, pouting. ‘I thought I was your favourite.’ Dick felt a little betrayed that you would easily discard him for his younger brother like you did, but knew that you meant nothing by it other then just raw excitement at seeing his younger brother after so long.

‘I’m doing well.’ Damian replied, giving you a small smile as he welcomed your tight hug before looking over at his older brother who looked like a kicked puppy. ‘Still putting up with Grayson and his dramatics?’ You dramatically slumped your shoulders. ‘It might as well be considered my full time job at this point.’ You joked, smiling upon hearing Dick’s gasp of disbelief.

‘I’ll have you know I am a delightful person!’ He defended himself, crossing his arms and looking away from you both. You and Damian shared a look. ‘Yeah a delightful pain in my ass.’ You whispered under your breath as you looked back at Dick while Damian smirked. ‘Are you still pouting?’ You asked.

‘Obviously!’ Dick exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air, ‘tonight was meant to be date night. Our night.’ He said, somehow managing to pout even further as he continued to glare as the opposing wall as though it had personally insulted him just now. ‘I’ll make it up to you so can you please quit with the dramatics.’ You said but Dick didn’t move and only huffed in response, showing that wasn’t good enough for him.

‘Wanna go for a walk Damian? Maybe that’ll help you with the lack of inspiration for your latest art piece?’ You then brought your attention back to the young man with the emerald eyes as he visibly perked up at the offer. ‘I could go for a walk.’ He replied and just before leaving the room he casted his eyes towards Dick. ‘What’s about him?’

‘Yeah what about him.’ Dick said sarcastically from his corner, causing you to look to the ceiling with a disbelieving smile upon your lips. ‘He can come but only on the condition that he stops being pouty.’ You said and for a minute it was silent until you felt a pair of strong arms at your waist and his face buried in your neck. ‘Only if we can go back to our regularly scheduled date night.’ Dick muttered against your skin. ‘Without Damian.’ He adds and you rub your hands over the back of his reassuringly. ‘Certainly my little dickie bird. No need to get jealous of your little brother now. It’s not a good look on you.’ You teased him this time and dick groaned. ‘Only when you stop encouraging his behaviour.’ He said.

You scoffed. ‘Says the one who was all for us having a bond.’

‘And I’ve learnt my lesson.’ Dick retorted. ‘There’s only room for one person in your heart and it’s me and I’m not sharing.’ You cooed as you pressed a kiss to his temple. ‘Careful there, you almost sound possessive.’ You taunted him, having way too much teasing him and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

‘So what if I am?’ Dick asked.

‘Then I’d say that you have nothing to worry about,’ you reassured him, picking one of his hands from your waist and kissing it before allowing it to go back to your waist, ‘you’ll always be my number one dickie bird.’

It was sad that date night didn’t go to plan but by the end of the night you, Dick and Damian were fast asleep on the couch with Dick flat on his back and holding you against his chest, while you held Damian against your chest and Damian cuddling up to the both of you and holding onto you tightly; deathly afraid of letting go but his grip going completely slack upon falling asleep.

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