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rthko · 5 days

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please define camp. I see it said so much to describe anything.

@sougeeee Camp is an an aesthetic sensibility most famously described by Susan Sontag in her 1964 essay, Notes on Camp, where she disclaimed that "to write about camp is to betray it." The term has long been popular in queer circles, but exploded in popularity online with the 2019 Met Gala, themed and named after this essay.

Here are some characteristics of camp:

Camp is failed seriousness. I think a lot of uses of camp lately emphasize the silliness and lightheartedness but play down the melodrama and passion. Sontag writes here that camp "finds the success in certain passionate failures." Failure is a common theme in queer aesthetics and worldviews; as Quentin Crisp said, "If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style." Writing about performance artist Dynasty Handbag, José Muñoz described the "failure" of her work as "not an aesthetic failure but, instead, a political refusal."

Camp is innocent. The camp that is most satisfying to Sontag is not trying to be bad on purpose but dead serious in its grandiose intentions: "naive" camp. To do it on purpose is what she calls "camping," and this is what the Met Gala in 2019 ended up being. As it's been said on here, Karlie Kloss's claim that she was "looking camp right in the eye" was accidentally closer to camp concept of fabulous failure than the look itself. Admiring camp is not to point and laugh but to sincerely appreciate it. Sontag writes: "Camp taste is, above all, a mode of enjoyment, of appreciation - not judgment."

Camp is artifice. It involves a love of the unnatural and exaggerated, and this explains why most drag is not simply female/male impersonation. There's an undue association between femininity and artifice, especially when it comes to trans women, lesbians, working class and racialized women (Julia Serano most famously writes about this as part of the basis for transmisogyny). While it's important to challenge this, some have taken the approach of playing with this in a tongue-in-cheek way. In her essay "Rogue Femininity," Elizabeth Marston writes: "let's say that femme is dispossessed femininity. It's the feminity of those who aren't allowed to be real women and who have to roll their own feminine gender."

Camp is apolitical? One of the first points in Sontag's essay is that "To emphasize style is co slight content, or to introduce an attitude which is neutral with respect to content. It goes without saying that the Camp sensibility is disengaged, depoliticized - or at least apolitical." In a way I agree. This sort of detachment is why George Santos the right wing politician was obviously abhorrent, but George Santos the former drag queen and fallen diva was, unfortunately, very entertaining. Since Sontag wrote this essay before Stonewall, it must have been hard at the time to see any overlap between camp and politics. But as the examples I've chosen so far might show, I do see a political angle, and a political discussion to be had over which expressions of art and being are considered unnatural or unserious. For instance, Black queer art like the bejeweled collages of Mickalene Thomas and the exuberant sculptures made of trinkets by Nick Cave address the racial angle in the demarcation of high brow and low brow.

There's a legacy in queer politics that calls for a sort of hedonistic, bejeweled extravagance for all. Jules Gill-Peterson writes about the transfeminine travestis in Latin America, and a term they use,mujerisima. The English translation is less glamorous--"extremely woman" or "the most woman"-- but to Gill-Peterson this represents a vision of racialized, working class anti-austerity and anti-assimilationist sensuality and glamour. In A Short History of Transmisogyny, she asks: "What's wrong with being extra? Abundance might be a powerful concept in a world organized by a false sense of scarcity."

So for an in-depth description of camp, I still recommend Sontag's essay for its insight and cultural impact. She's right to address the association between camp and homosexuality, but the association between failed seriousness and excess with marginalized subjects doesn't stop there. So I hope people realize camp is not an irony-poisened, "doing it ironically" hipster thing, but a perspective and way of life to find real joy and freedom in.

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dayoldtea · 1 year

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

pairing: harry styles x brazilian!famous!reader

fc: bruna marquezine

a/n: this is long

2012

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yourinstagram Wow! I can't believe it's been a year of @ipanema 🇧🇷 My favorite childhood memories are connected to the summer, the sun and the sea, and with every new design designed, be it bikinis or accessories, I feel a little more connected to that little girl who counted the days until the weekend, because it meant my feet would touch the warm sand of Ipanema Beach again. So much has happened in one year and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us! Thanks for all the support so far, it means the world and I can't wait for you to see our new designs!! 💚💛 Head over to @ipanema to get 30% OFF the entire store! Limited birthday discount! ☀️

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user81 she's so pretty 😭

user61 harry liked the post just a few seconds after yn posted it 😃

⤷ user42 this man has her notifications turned on, i swear to god

user21 okay harry, we get it

user34 i'm so proud of you

user12 this is what i think i look like

user55 all right yn, here's my whole paycheck

harrystyles congratulations ❤️

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⤷ user96 WHAT

⤷ user48 HARRRRYYYYY

⤷ user82 QHWIOWHWEIWOWJAKAKALAKA

⤷ user10 i bet he sent this comment and then threw the phone out the window

⤷ user02 the poor man has been waiting for an answer for almost five years 😭 #prayforharry

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harry_update HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!! I REPEAT: HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!!!!!!!!

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user44 FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

user06 i love how the whole fandom was just rooting for harry to finally take her on a date

user71 i feel like a proud mother

user92 THE WAY HE'S HOLDING HER

user66 omg twitter must be collapsing

user04 y/n/y/l/n is the only woman who can keep harry styles waiting five years for a date

user12 when a latina wins, all latinas win along with her 🥳

user29 THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭😭

user73 am i the only one who doesn't want them to be together?

⤷ user40 yes

⤷ user33 yes

⤷ user81 yes

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harrystyles I finally got that call

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2017

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ynandharryupdates the puppy appearing on harry's lap in the kiwi music video was a gift from him to yn. welcome, oat!

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user63 CRYING

user99 so lovely 😭😭

user03 i'm sure it was yn's idea to have puppies in the video lol

⤷ user62 that's exactly what i thought 😂

user55 harry is so whipped, and i am so happy for him

user30 this is the most adorable puppy ever

user44 he's smiling for the camera

user52 just a few days ago yn said on a live stream that she missed having a pet at home, but that she didn't know how she would manage since she had upcoming projects that required long trips. it seems that harry decided that they should share custody 🥺

2018

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enews Harry met with his girlfriend's parents, the brazilian actress and businesswoman Y/N/Y/L/N, this morning at a hotel in Rio de Janeiro. Some sources say that Y/L/N's absence in her homeland is associated with projects she is working on.

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user53 something about harry taking advantage of his concert schedule in brazil to see yn's parents even if she is not present makes me weak in the knees

user88 i'm so looking forward to yn's next works! hope to see her acting again soon ❤️

user94 yn taught him to speak portuguese? yn's parents speak english? i'm so curious now lol

⤷ user51 yn's parents speak english! they had to live in the usa for a while to accompany her to the auditions when she was still a minor (nowadays her mother teaches english at a school in brazil, btw).

⤷ user53 yn's parents speak english, but harry said in an interview with nick grimshaw for bbc music that yn was teaching him portuguese so he could communicate with her parents via facetime

⤷ user94 pls this is so cute! thanks for the explanation

user06 knowing how much yn loves going to rio and being close to her family, i'm sure she felt bad for not being able to accompany harry to his shows in brazil, so seeing him close to her parents must make her very happy ❤️

2019

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yourinstagram Euphoria coming soon to HBO.

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arianagrande YAAAAAA I CANT WAIT

user25 MAIN CHARACTER

user52 soooooo gooood

annetwist gorgeous

user18 i am so excited for this

harrystyles I couldn't be prouder! te amo, H x

⤷ yourinstagram love u too, H ❤️

⤷ user44 literal parents

⤷ user83 i'm so single 😃

⤷ user90 crying as i question my existence

user02 FREAKING OUT

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harrystyles FINE LINE . THE ALBUM . DEC 13

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gucci ❤️

user43 thank you @yourinstagram

user88 IM FUCKING READY OH MY GOSH

user06 what about medicine, sir??????????

user14 can't wait to listen and then look for theories about which songs are about yn

user62 i'm so proud

yourinstagram i know i've said this about a million times now, but you make me more and more proud every day. te amo! ❤️

⤷ harrystyles love you more my sunflower muse, H x

⤷ user91 SOBBING

⤷ user54 SUNFLOWER IS ALREADY THE BEST SONG

⤷ user09 imagine being harry styles' muse 😃

user91 WTF IS ERODA

2020

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harryflorals All accessories and swimwear used by the models in the watermelon sugar video are part of the new collection of yn's swimwear brand, @ipanema. According to the brand's website, the pre-sale will be available tomorrow.

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user60 SHE IS THE MOMENT

user23 talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before

user51 I KNEW

user45 I LOVE IT

user78 this song, this video… everything screams yn 😃

user64 the way she always uses harry to promote herself

⤷ user13 what? yn's brand was extremely popular even before she started dating harry. shut up.

user05 IT COUPLE

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ynshine just leaving this here

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user12 the cutest

user44 my parents

user25 i just love them

yourinstagram @harrystyles

⤷ harrystyles darling, i can explain…

⤷ user62 SCREAMING

⤷ ynshine the user of this account is dead

2021

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harrystyles late night talking

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yourinstagram loving on tour

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user61 SUPPORTIVE GF

user18 i'm obsessed with her

user11 hi, yn! idk if you remember me or if you will see this comment, but i was at the harry concert last night and ended up having a serious anxiety crisis due to the crowd. i was unaccompanied, and as much as the other girls next to me tried to help me, there wasn't much they could do. idk how, but you saw me from somewhere near the stage, offered me water and a safe place to stay until the show was over. i had saved up for many months for this show, and if it wasn't for you, my anxiety would have completely ruined my whole experience. thank you for helping me and being the sweetest person ever ❤️

⤷ yourinstagram of course I remember you, dear! hope you are feeling better, take care! ❤️

⤷ user69 literal angel

⤷ user16 harry is so lucky

user82 i love this relationship so much

user36 i was already crying when I read the caption

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harrystyles Harry's House. May 20th.

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user21 i cant

mtv i will never recover emotionally from this

billieeilish having a breakdown

user87 the message behind the name of the album and the photo he chose to promote it

user52 twitter crashed

user11 mom and dad

gemmastyles the all time favorite couple breaking the internet once again

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harryflorals The exact moment Harry and Y/N see each other on the red carpet at the Venice Film Festival.

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user12 sobbing, crying, vomiting, screaming, blushing, banging my head on the wall, running in circles, pulling my hair out, sliding down the wall

user32 THEY'RE LITERALLY GLOWING

user76 after 10 years harry styles finally gets to live his fanfiction

user57 he's so in love with her

florencepugh SHE GOT THAT CINEMA

user97 GET MARRIED NOW

user50 thanks for the new wallpaper

user44 the real reason why i have high relationship patterns

user36 why didn't they go together?

⤷ user07 harry went earlier to accompany the cast of DWD

user09 the fact that harry is obsessed with her since forever just makes it even better

user80 SOULMATES

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles social media #harry styles x y/n #famous reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake social media #boyfriend harry #harry styles x actress!reader #actress reader

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sturniolowhore · 4 months

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☁️ HEAVEN IS A MOUTH

summary ⎯ matt and you are sworn enemies, bickering at any opportunity you get and disagreeing over everything. there is however one thing you can agree on, your desire to have one another. matt's desire roots a lot from your perfect mouth.

part two!

warnings ⎯ matt x fem!reader, blowjobs, cursing, slight smut

A/N ⎯ quickly whipped this up honestly, let me know if you want a part two!

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

matt hates you. he hates the way you saunter around the place as though you think you're better than everyone else. he hates the way he can't have a single conversation with you that doesn't result in one of you getting frustrated. most importantly though, he hates that you won't leave his head. he hates the way you pop into his head when he's touching himself, when he's trying to fuck someone else, you've left an engraving in his head that is a carved mantra of the way your hips sway whenever you're angrily walking away from him or the way you get aggressive but only towards him. so yes matt hates you but he hates the way you don't realise what you do to him even more.

even now as he watches you from across the living room, talking away with nick and paying no attention to him, he just can't seem to get the thought of you between his legs out of his head or the curiosity towards how it must feel to be inside you. he thinks he's never really hated you but having you associate an emotion with only him makes him feel special because he never sees you snap at nick or chris, only him. it's your shared hatred that turns him on even more. he just wants to show you how much he hates you, wants to be shown how much you hate him.

he shakes the thoughts from his head as nick gets up from his seat, you watching the boy with an almost pleading look to which he simply tells you you're being dramatic. you roll your eyes at nick and matt wonders what he'd have to do to make your eyes roll in a different manner.

"where are you going?" matt asks nick as he notices him grabbing his jacket and phone.

"out with chris, please don't kill each other because we're going to be gone for a bit," nick replies curtly before he slips his shoes on and walks out the door, leaving no time for matt to explain or question anything.

matt resists the urge to sigh loudly as he goes back to pretending to look at his phone, sneaking looks at you as you are currently on your own phone. when matt's sure you're not going to look up again, he allows himself to blatantly stare at you. whatever you're watching makes you smile and he sees your plump limps almost increase in size, god what he would do to have them around his cock. he stares at the cupid's bow shaped upper lip and the fullest bottom lip he has ever seen. he wants to sink his teeth into it, make it bleed and bruise it so no one else can ever kiss you.

he doesn't even realise how long he's staring for but it must be a while because you eventually look up and furrow your brows at the sight of him, "what the fuck are you looking at?"

your fucking lips that are shaped sinfully.

when you swipe your tongue over your teeth, matt thinks he's never going to get that image out of his head. he forgets all about your question and continues to stare. you let him for a moment or so, most likely waiting for him to answer but once you realise he isn't going to, you huff out a heavy breath.

"i'm not going to ask you again matt, what are you looking at?" you reiterate, your phone now discarded beside you as you stare back at him, an impatient look crossing your face, growing tired at the lack of his answer.

well shit.

"your fucking mouth," he finds himself saying without even thinking it through and he swears you stop breathing for a brief moment as you look at him with this stupid fucking look in your eyes that he captures in his head, so fucking hot.

"my mouth?" you repeat with a little disbelieving laugh that he wants to dissolve with his tongue, with a rough kiss to make you senseless.

"is that not what i said?" he scoffs and you stay silent for a second and then another, eyes trained on matt in a way that has him going absolutely feral internally.

you run your hand through your hair and now matt decides he wants to pull at your hair whilst he's pounding into you.

"matt..." you say with hesitation and he hums in response lightly so you continue, "why?" you ask and he thinks this is it; he's finally going to have his way with you.

"just wondering what it would look like filled with my cock," he smirks and you splutter on air, your eyes going wide just the way matt likes.

"as- as if i want that," you reply but you don't sound convincing in the slightest, if anything your voice falters in the sexiest way imaginable and so matt knows for sure that you don't dislike the idea at all.

"so if i go up to my room, you won't follow so i can stuff that pretty mouth?" he questions, his smirk growing because he knows you will, no matter how hard you are trying to deny it.

you don't verbally say anything though, not trusting yourself enough to sound unbothered like you're trying to act. you choose to shake your head but matt doesn't say anything further. all he does is stand up and walk out of the living room and towards the stairs with the most stoic look possible. you think for a second or so, you don't want to embarrass yourself if matt's only making fun of you but at the same time, you can't help your curiosity, can't help the want you suddenly feel from his words.

you let your mind run loose for a few minutes, thinking your actions through before you decide to get up and make your way to the stairs just as matt had done. sue yourself if you will, you're a little curious. does matt really mean what he said? what would his dick feel like inside of your mouth? questions are doing laps in your head and well, why would you stop yourself from finding out the answers?

admittedly, you're a little nervous as you walk up the stairs, the small creaking sound making you pull a face. matt's door is open ever so slightly so you're able to look inside. you look in and see him on his phone, as though he never said words that are making a dozen emotions hit you all at once. you find yourself thinking, wondering whether or not you should go inside and question his honesty for yourself.

fuck it.

you open the door further and step through it, coming to a brief halt when matt looks up, a look you've never seen before crossing his eyes at the sight of you. he drops his phone to the side so fast and licks his lips gently before rushing his hand through his hair, silence still filling the air in an almost deafening manner.

"come 'ere," he instructs and you go willingly, stopping just beside his bed and biting your lip nervously as he proceeds to roam his eyes over you, over your face and then your body.

you wait but soon you grow too anxious under his gaze, suddenly feeling like this is some sick and twisted joke that you have to speak on, "were you being serious or is this just another way for you to make fun of me?"

at your words, he pulls you onto the bed and you yelp slightly at the shock of his behaviour. you're now sat right next to him and he takes your jaw in his hand firmly, moving it a little so that you're looking into his eyes. he looks at you expectantly, almost like he's waiting for you to confirm something. you nod without even knowing exactly what he wants but it must be the right thing to do because he captures your lips with his instantly.

the kiss is messy, tongues fighting one another for dominance and with matt biting your bottom lip until you can feel a little blood pool out. he sucks on your lips and you let out an involuntary whine that makes him smirk against you. he moves his hand from your jaw to your head, tugging on it slightly as he holds you in place and moving his lips all over your jaw and neck.

you moan when his lips connect with a particular spot and he starts sucking on the area, a delightful burning sensation filling you at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin in a not so delicate way.

when he looks up and disconnects his lips from your neck, you can't help but close the gap between the two of you once more, craving the throbbing you are enduring due to the utter roughness he handles you with. he kisses back eagerly, hand tugging at your hair again making you moan softly.

"want your mouth," he tells you and you look down, noticing how hard he is and you smirk at the sight, at the fact that you did this to him.

you graze your hand over his erection through his cargo pants and he grumbles lowly, eyes trained on the way your hand swipes against him. you reach for the waistband and pull down the pants and then the boxers, staring at his dick like it's the greatest thing you have ever seen. you just can't wait to wrap your mouth around it, can't wait for it to fill you up to the point you can't take it.

you clamber off the bed quickly and pull matt so he's close to the edge and then, oh god and then, you get on your knees and look up at him with the most lustful look matt has ever seen. he immediately pushes your head down and you just go, taking his inches into your mouth with ease. he groans at the feeling, at the way you start moving with no difficulty, giving yourself no time to adjust.

"god wanted this for so long, you fucking dirty little slut you have no idea how good your mouth feels. feels like heaven, oh yeah that's it baby, take it," he slurs out in between moans, his breathing heavy as you work your mouth around him, the hot sensation truly incredible as you bob your head and take whatever you can't reach entirely in your hands.

you moan against him when he bucks his hips so his dick moves inside your mouth. the moan sends vibrations through him and he in turn moans as a result of it, continuing to guide you with his hand on your head.

"look at you all filled up, such a good girl," he praises and you moan even louder with your eyes beginning to water at the firm grip he has on your hair.

your scalp is beginning to burn but it's the good kind of burn, the burn you don't want to part from because of how good it's making you feel. he notices and wraps his hand around the strands and pulls on them aggressively as another slutty whine escapes his lips.

when he hits the back of your throat, he fucking whimpers and you don't think you have ever heard anything as beatiful. you can tell matt is close from the way his eyes are half closing but you want to tease him slightly so you stop for a moment, looking up at him until he opens his eyes completely, staring back at you with a wanting look.

"why the fuck did you stop?" he asks you and well, you are a bit too full to reply even if you want to and the thought turns you on more than you would like to admit.

he laughs a little but there's evidently no humour behind it as he pushes your head so far down, you gag loudly. he moves your head with his hand, forcing you to take him and oh god, his hands are so firm, so handling. you let him use you, tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

"i never said you could stop. i'm gonna cum down your throat and you're going to swallow it all," he mumbles as he continues abusing your mouth without realising the effects he has on you right now.

you groan with your mouth ever so full and you honestly think you could die right here with matt using you to the point of no control and still be happy, still want to keep going. your tongue swirls on the surface of his dick, sucking and licking stripes to the best of your ability and making him moan with no sense of control. you fucking love the sounds he makes, the desperation to have more, to feel more clear through the tight hold on your head and his constant push of his body to meet you halfway.

"fuck," he whines softly, throwing his head back so you can see the strain in his neck better; god the way you want to hold onto it whilst he's slamming into you.

the thought itself makes you suck harder and that is seemingly enough because he cums right into your mouth, fast and without warning to the point you gasp slightly as the sensation hits you. you look to matt with your mouth full and his eyes are blown out completely yet he still manages to breathe out, "swallow it baby."

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meraki-yao · 4 months

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RWRB: Prince Henry = Princess Diana

If someone were to compare Henry to an irl royalty, many would immediately say Prince Harry. In that Variety interview with Nick, even the interviewer asked Nick if Henry was a gay version of Harry. And the association is understandable, the clearest similarity being falling for an American, and being the spare.

But hear me out.

I think Henry's counterpart is actually Princess Diana.

I went to visit my high school two weeks ago and had a chat with my best friend (a budding actress studying at NYU Tisch) and the principal (a lovely British gentleman who's willing to spend time talking to students, he greets us at the school gate every morning, and I really like and respect him) and we talked a bit about the British monarchy because we were talking about historical fiction and I mentioned the crown

And my principal (who was still living in the UK and presumably a young adult when the whole Diana thing was happening) mentioned that the monarchy used to be really isolated and closed off (granted except for state events which are still not that accessible, and occasional rebels like the Duke of Windsor and Princess Margaret) But when Diana joined the royal family, she brought a lot more public attention to the monarchy. People started paying more attention to the royal family because of her.

And she used that extra attention to shed light on causes that the crown previously didn't touch on, perhaps most notably AIDS by hugging a patient during a time when people were afraid to even approach them.

Diana didn't fit into the pre-existing, and perhaps cold mould of the monarchy. She wasn't a typical bride for the heir. (No queen consort is truly "weak" but Diana was really stubborn especially regarding how to raise her children) And honestly, while personally I think the whole marriage issue is really unfortunate circumstances and there's no singular villain, the royal family could have been a lot kinder to her.

But despite everything, and perhaps partly because she didn't fit in as well, she managed to change things for the better.

Prince William took after his mother's efforts to shed light on marginalized groups or topics that need to be addressed: he's the first royal to appear in a gay magazine, he's currently doing a couple projects tackling homelessness, he and Princess Kate have a couple of projects regarding mental health and anti-bullying, he founded the earth-shot prize etc. And so much of what he (and his wife) does is following Diana's footsteps. The monarchy, at the very least the Wales is more of a public servant than a mere figurehead now.

Now let's look at Henry.

Henry's the odd one out by being gay, but also by not being the traditional figure of masculinity that his monarchy held by: Henry's a writer, a historian, a hapless romantic. It's harsher in the book (and I've written an essay before on the movie's version of Henry's grandfather being genuinely worried about Henry not being accepted by the public and getting hurt as opposed to the Queen in the book who's just a homophobic bitch for the sake of it), but in both, we see how terrible Philip and the Queen's insults to him was. In both, the monarchy was not accepting of his differences, and in the book, they were straight-up cruel. They very deliberately hurt them. (His situation in the books is more black and white than Diana's situation)

He wanted to work with Pez's foundation on LGBT youth shelters long before he came out. His outing, despite being an invasion of privacy, led to the mass pride protests. By officially announcing Alex as his boyfriend/suitor, and later creating/joining LGBT charities, he's giving support and a platform for the LGBT community.

In the movie it's implied that their monarchy is more closed off and like our world's old monarchy (Henry's children's hospital visits are private endeavours, and he mentioned being stuck "doing mindless ribbon-cutting" while Alex is out there changing the world, which implies his jobs is more the ceremonial stuff)

So just like Diana, Henry was not accepted by the monarchy/royal family but eventually used his position to shed light on those in need, using the monarchy's influence for positive change.

There are a couple more parallels:

In the book, Henry has blonde hair and blue eyes and so does Diana

In the movie, Henry was named "the Prince of England's Heart" just as Diana was called "the Queen of People's Hearts"

And I don't know if this was a deliberate design on Nick's part but

(these are the best gifs I can find that demonstrate what I'm trying to show, a better parallel would be the shot of Henry looking at Alex through his eyelashes when Pez was introducing himself to Nora but I can't find a gif of it)

TL DR: Henry will have the same role/position/significance to his world's monarchy as Diana did with our world's royal family

And honestly, I think Diana would have loved him.

tagging @lfg1986-2 because you mentioned you were looking forward to this one, hope you like it!

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #nicholas galitzine #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #princess diana #diana spencer #rwrb thoughts #rwrb analysis #meraki essay #I think at some point Casey did mention they really like Princess Diana #Also I have genuine respect for Prince William because he does a lot of work on topics I care about also he just seems like a great guy #these are just my thoughts I didn't do research purposefully for this one please don't come at me #this is also part of the reason I don't want movie Henry to abdicate #yeah anyways

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raineandsky · 4 months

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could we get a vampire hero

i do love a good vampire >:) thank you for the request!

tw: death, blood, violence

It’s a miracle the villain’s still alive.

Villainy is a bad place to be right now. Most of their comrades have met fate with the heroes by now. Or one of them, at least—one hero in particular seems happy to take all the credit.

Jet-black night is the only time that the villain feels safe leaving the association’s little base anymore. They dread the day necessity forces them from their little bubble of safety each week.

Today is another one of those days. The night is dark, the streets are deserted, and the villain is making their haphazard dart across town.

They're halfway home when a shadow flits out the corner of their eye.

They pause on the edge of a lamppost’s traitorous glow. Don’t give yourself away, instinct screams at them. Don’t make yourself easy. Stick to the gloom.

Another shadow. Closer. They flinch before they can stop themself.

“A villain’s braving the streets.” The voice is no more than a whisper in the villain’s ear. “Daring, aren’t we?”

The villain can’t lurch away fast enough. The hero stands behind them, an innocent smile on his face and a victorious gleam in his eye. They only get a glimpse of this before he shoves them back, sending them stumbling into a narrow alleyway. Out of the road. Out of sight.

Panic floods them before self preservation can think to intervene.

They turn to bolt but the hero’s faster. Unnaturally so. His hand snatches their arm as they barely turn on their heel, thrusting them into the wall behind them. Their breath is knocked out of them with the force, and in the moment it takes them to remember how to breathe the hero’s already closed the space between them.

“Now, what’s a pretty thing like you doing out tonight?” he asks smoothly. “Can’t be anything good, I’m sure.”

The villain’s mind can’t keep up. This hero—the one who takes all the credit. The one who’s been killing the villain’s friends and the agency’s been letting him. Fucking so-called heroes.

They need to get away. Now.

The bone-crushing grip on their shoulder is elbowing most escape plans out the window. “I’m robbing a bank,” the villain spits sarcastically. Fuck, their voice hitched on that last word. Fear. The hero smiles.

An idle finger trails down the side of their face. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” he continues breezily as he lets his nail nick at the top of their throat, “but I don’t let crime slide.”

The villain swallows nervously and the hero watches delightedly as their throat bobs with the motion. His hand gently rolls over their neck, resting momentarily on their pulse. His smile is turning more and more unnerving with every passing second.

He leans forward to tuck his face into their neck, and for a moment the villain can only think to vaguely stifle the confused yelp trying to come out their mouth. The hero sighs as they try to push him back, grabbing their wrist to block their efforts with terrifying ease.

“Your scent is fucking intoxicating,” the hero says after a moment. “What’s your blood type?”

“B-, I think,” the villain answers before they can realise how ludicrous the question is.

“Rare,” the hero murmurs like a prayer.

The villain feels teeth nip against their skin and they can’t stop the surprised noise falling out of them this time. The hero’s teeth are fucking sharp.

“Now,” the hero continues lightly. His hand tightens on their wrist, his lips brushing over their neck like a mockery of a kiss. “Why don’t we relieve you of your sins?”

That’s a threat, the villain’s instinct is shrieking. Get out get out get out get out.

The villain wriggles in his grip once more. It’s like they’re held in place by stone. Their struggles are in vain.

“I—” Their voice trips over a knot of terror. “You can’t fucking—”

The villain feels something sharp piercing their skin and words evaporate. All their throat can produce is a short gasp, equally startled and agonised. The hero hums into their neck pleasantly.

It feels like an eternity before the hero pulls away from them. It takes a moment to realise through the half-conscious haze that the blood staining his lips is theirs.

“You're nicer like this,” he says into the fog. “I can enjoy the view without having to worry about what’s coming out of your mouth to ruin it.”

The villain works their jaw slightly. Thinking is not at the forefront of their mind.

“The agency employs fucking murderers now,” they say weakly. The hero frowns, almost disappointed.

“Oh.” The villain feels a hand on them again, but they can barely find the strength to push it away. “I didn’t do enough.”

The second time is worse than the first. They’re vaguely aware of one hand balling in the hero’s shirt, the other twisting desperately in his grip. His own palms are freezing against them, the only thing they can focus on beyond the white-hot pain flaring in their neck. Some sound like a dying animal tears from their throat that the hero happily ignores.

The end isn’t kind, or quick. By the time the hero lets them slump down onto the pavement, their breath is short, their eyes glazed over. Blood trickles a deceptively thin trail into the neck of their shirt.

They could survive yet, but they’d be luckier if they didn’t. The hero always enjoyed the challenge of guessing who would make it. At this time, in an alley, though, he’s willing to bet money on the villains losing another by morning.

He squats down to run his thumb through the line of blood on their skin. Their eyes turn to him at the contact, kind of, but they’re not really looking at him. He sticks his finger in his mouth like he’s cleaning the last of the sauce off his plate. What a divine meal.

“The agency doesn’t employ murderers, by the way,” the hero tells the villain idly. “They employ people who get the job done.”

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #tw death #tw blood #tw violence #i always did love a good vampire i write them. a lot #thank you for requesting!! i do love being trusted with peoples ideas

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Merry Schnees-Mas!

It's Christmas, so here comes a short meta on the Schnees' secondary allusion, which is rooted in the founder of the SDC: Nicholas Schnee.

NICHOLAS AS SANTA CLAUS

Nicholas alludes to Santa Claus:

He is called "Old Nick"

He has a white beard and wears a red cape with white fur

He lives in the Kingdom of Winter and is the Head of the Schnee (snow) family

He is famous for being fair and generous

He is the founder of a company who produces the equivalent of magic (Dust) and is known all around the world

Under his leadership the SDC is small, but famous for its quality, fairness and genuine values.

JACQUES AS A GOBLIN-JACK FROST

Jacques alludes to Jack Frost:

His name Jacques is similar to Jack and his surname Gelè means frost in French

He is associated with cold, as he makes his family's life cold and lonely through his abuse

Jack Frost is often depicted positively and is even considered Santa Claus's helper. For example, he makes snow fall, so that Santa can camouflage himself in the sky. Obviously, Jacques is an inversion, as he tricks Willow and Nicholas in trusting him with the SDC. In short, he is a false friend to them: he acts as the embodyment of winter, only to reveal himself as a cruel goblin. Like the one who builds the evil mirror in The Snow Queen. Or like Santa Claus's most famous enemies.

Under him, the Company grows and starts exporting in the whole world. Still, the workers are exploited and more and more unethical methods are used. The SDC and the Schnee Family both lose their identity.

THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS

Let's review:

Nicholas founds a company built on mutual help, fairness and quality

Jacques comes and makes it bigger and more successful, but sacrifices its people for it

Doesn't it sound similar to what capitalism does to Santa Claus and Christmas itself?

Then the point may very well be that the Schnee Family needs to rediscover the "true meaning of Christmas" and Nicholas's original ideals.

Luckily, a certain snowflake is on it:

Weiss: I don’t know who you think you are, but let me tell you who I am: I am the granddaughter of a hero and a child of a villain. I am a citizen of a fallen Kingdom and an heir to nothing. I will not be defined by my name because I will be the one to define it. I am Weiss Schnee, and I am a Huntress!

Weiss is bound to rebuild the Schnee Family legacy and to define what her surname stands for.

Interestingly, our Snowhite is also tied to resurrection (as per her fairy tale) and to religious symbolism:

And what is Christmas, if not the celebration of Jesus's birthday? The child who will die and be reborn to save humanity?

I would say our Snow Angel's chances to succeed are pretty high!

Merry Christmas to whoever celebrates! And Happy Holidays to everybody!

#rwby #rwby meta #once upon an allusion #schnee family #weiss schnee #nicholas schnee #jacques schnee #santa's granddaughter #my meta #merry christmas!#greenlight volume 10

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angelthefirst1 · 1 month

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Welp...Bethylers.🐇 ✝️♾️✝️🐇

From what I'm seeing in 104 and the trailer for 105, I would say she's close.

VERY CLOSE!

Could we really get her back on resurrection Sunday? ✝️

It's very possible, and I'm excited because wow, they are laying it on thick.

Still and Alone are on repeat once again, but this time, it's with Rick and Michonne, so it's important. Due to the Sheriff's hat.

The following are from episode 104 and the trailer for 105. To show you just how much Beth is being repeated.

Identical mirror head wounds for Rick and Beth...

Rick and Beth's story is mirrored/flipped, so he gets the head wound on the opposite side, and it's after he leaves the building that collapses with the elevator.

A mystery figure appears in a Coda after Beth gets the head wound it's Morgan.

And a mystery figure appears in the same episode Rick gets a mirror head wound...

Remember Morgan picked up the cross ✝️ and the rabbit foot in the church ✝️ in Coda?

Rabbit 🐇 Easter 🐣 resurrection of Christ.

The cabin with alcohol...🍸

Rick and Michonne will visit a cabin and drink alcohol next week.

Pine vista with the lake...

Green Wood is also mentioned when they go to the lab/gym.

Golf club sheets where a community was living.

While Rick and Michonne find a similar layout in a new building in 105...

The boots (Michonne finds Rick's boots) and the prosthetic hand...

Home sweet home...

Everyone we know "will be" dead - You don't know that.

It's Bullshit...

You don't get to treat me like crap because you're afraid...

I know you look at me and just see another dead girl...You don't know nothing!

Entering the clean house...Roomba

Chandelier trap (note the chandelier above)

Changing clothes...

I'm going to leave a thank you note...

Why did you come after me? What changed your mind?

Say it! Don't Ah-ha...

"Oh" You're the love of my life!

I'm not going to leave you...

The elevator

System failure elevator has 10 minutes left of emergency power.

Elevator has 2 minutes left of emergency power...

10.2 get well soon.

Proof they put Beth on the back seat of the car after Grady and that Beth's return will lead to a cure.

They think she's a hybrid, aka Zombie, but she's associated with fire 🔥 so the flammable liquid is her.

She will return as Christ to bring the last judgment of fire 🔥 and destroy the fake cure of the Mark of the beast and beast kingdom before the Millennial Kingdom begins.

The whole end scene when the building collapses and Rick and Michonne get out in the nick of time is a repeat of the CDC collapse.

The building Rick and Michonne are in has AI and all the modern tech just like Vi at the CDC.

It's about to be destroyed and the group run for the cars. One of which is yellow.

While the high tech building they destroy is connected to the CDC, it's also connected to Grady, so by connection, they were working on a cure at Grady.

At the CDC test, subject 19 (Beth was 19 at Grady) took 2 hours, 1 minute, and 7 seconds till resurrection...

21 days = 7x3 = 3 missing weeks.

Dr Jenner shoots his test subject in the head...

For Beth, it will be reverse shot in head resurrection after 3 weeks.

Instead, it will be Grady that collapses most likely from an earthquake.

When Jesus died, there was a massive earthquake, so...

Anyway Danai says she wrote this episode, i say hogs-wash, she re-wrote this episode!

The elevator timer says Beth is about to Get Well Soon.

#team delusional #team defiance #team beth lives #bethyl #beth greene #beth is alive #beth is coming #beth greene lives #td #beth x daryl #jesus is coming #last days

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bellshazes · 2 years

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a list of bdubs-centric continuities that make me fucking wildly insane, in chronological-ish order:

boomers + vote scar posters in the moon base as a memento of the prior season

don't worry, it's not the clock (start of hcs8 with impulse, who has come to give bdubs presents and spots the accessory on his new skin)

this brings back memories (the very first seconds of partnering with etho in last life)

now it feels like home! (cleo arriving in what will become the snow fort for the first time, to lighthearted complaining from etho)

I heard you've been messing with my buddy (cleo bullying etho mostly for fun, but an opportunity she had solely because she'd already been doing pointless favors for bdubs (pretending to have found the enchanter randomly while both red, even though no one would fall for that bc she's red) solely because he asked and she's still fond of him)

that man has a hold on me, I guess (about his habit of making dumb deals with scar for no good logical reason)

I trust you because bdubs trusted you (not only is the crastle a running undercurrent in LL, it's also transitively extended to etho)

that was in another world (tango to bdubs, not long before escaping obliteration by moon in an extended bit where he chooses to take his horse instead of his business partner despite some asymmetrically heart-wrenching videos exchanged after it was too late)

Double Life #1: The Nick of Time (bdubs makes impulse, his government assigned soulmate, get him the thing he betrayed impulse for in an identically titled third life episode)

I have NEVER lied to you, Bdubs (cleo taking bdubs to task for not continuing to return the loyalty they've had to each other over the seasons)

he's just jealous (explaining that etho, who despite being the first person to call bdubs and impulse married can't stop asking if bdubs is really happy, is insulting impulse's honor because of missing their past partnership)

she scolded me so badly, one time (explaining above scolding to ren as a relevant criteria to cleo's hcs9 court audition tape)

and, in fact, the way that bdubs' reputation as the hermitcraft server's most dedicated sleeper led to his constant carrying of clocks as a done thing, to keeping clocks close in the life series where you can't one-person sleep the night away so they're much less useful, leading to I'd do anything for a clock because that service he provides in another world has become central to who he is as a character, to the keeping of time and history, and also bundled here associations with the moon, which recalls the passage of time and now also the ending of worlds, and you'd think it should have been planned from the start but he's just always taking every opportunity to say, "that world is over, but don't you remember what I did or didn't do? doesn't it still matter, here and now?"

#bdoubleo100 #blogging with bdoubleo #the self-restraint it took not to put wellsglazes let'sbuild and wellsglazes buildingwith in here. please clap #meta tag #ive made a 'betraying tango in LL lead to his obliteration by moon in a passive aggressive act of revenge tango denied wanting' post #but the world still isn't ready for my essay on how mindcrack s5 led to his sleeping obsession.#AND the magma cube death loop in hcs7 -> his avoidance of it in s8 -> his foolhardy braveness in the nether as an intentional shift #toward something brave and heroic.

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itgetsbetterproject · 8 months

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Advice for LGBTQ+ students going back to school this year:

We asked our community what advice they would give LGBTQ+ students going back to school this fall and they ANSWERED and now we are cryinggg:

🍎 Nothing gets better in a vacuum. It gets better because of the experience you gain, the relationships you build, and the tireless effort of people you may never come to know. Why? Because you are worth it, sweetheart. We will love you with profound depth until and after you begin to love yourself. - Nick

✏️ Identify your safe people. I had a “safe person-safe place” sign on my school bus. Any student could approach me at anytime for any need and I’d have their back. This was especially true for my LGBTQ+ riders. I like to think I set the tone of inclusion for all my kids to follow. Once I declared the bus a safe space with no room for intolerance, the kids all felt free to be themselves. And they were all beautiful, wonderful people! -Lisa

🏳️‍🌈 I had someone in high school that NEVER talked to or associated with me. We ran into each other at a party a few weeks ago. I got hugged. I also got invited, with my husband of 22 years, to a party this weekend. It DOES get better. People grow up, learn things, and change. -Michael

🏳️‍⚧️ Just because it’s safe for some people to be “visibly out” doesn’t mean you HAVE to be. Do what makes YOU feel comfortable and SAFE. Being out and proud and loud is great, but you can still be proud without being obvious if that’s what you need to do. There’s not just one way to be, it doesn’t make you any less valid - Kaitlin

🍎 It is entirely up to you where and when and how to be out or not be out.

Find your people - other queer & trans kids, allies, teachers, school staff & love each other fiercely

Find those who will speak for you when you can’t speak up for yourself.

Find safe spaces & people outside of school, find spaces and people that allow you to be you.

Know that you have a whole community of queer and trans and non- binary folks cheering for you, supporting you & loving you. When no one else is, imagine us surrounding you. - Heather

✏️ Be bold, be brave, be unapologetically you. Embrace your authentic self, radiate your truth, and let the world witness the beauty of your existence. - Daniel

🏳️‍🌈 School is only one part of life - a relatively small and short part. Even if it feels enormous and all-consuming now. Make the most of it if you can. Just wait it out if you need to. It does not last forever. - Sera

🏳️‍⚧️ Remember that you are equal to every person. No one is superior to you. And, this segment of your life is far from permanent. Try to enjoy it, but realize that it will remain in the past as you advance into the future. You are in school for the primary reason of learning. Be a glutton for this learning, because what you learn is truly among the things that cannot be taken or stolen from you. Don't give up on your dreams, no matter how farfetched they may seem. I thought my dreams were lofty when I was in school. But I found that I had never aimed higher than I could easily go. There is a vast world of people who already love you, and I am surely one of them. - Marc

#it gets better #back to school #lgbtqia #lgbtq advice #queer advice #trans advice #lgbtq youth #queer youth #trans youth #middle school #high school #gsa #gsa club

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Prompt 17 - Body

@jegulus-microfic March 17 Word count 964

Previous part First part

CW- Stabbing with a dagger and sword

With most of the day left, they thought they’d push their luck and try to talk to the Grey Lady.

They apparated into caves on the outskirts of Hogsmeade that Sirius told them about. Eight people apparating into Hogsmeade at the same time when, more than half of them were either death eaters or associated with them. Plus, they couldn’t risk being seen with James, Sirius or Lily.

“This is pretty cool,” Evan said in awe as he looked around the caves. “How did you find them?”

“Padfoot likes to wander off sometimes,” Sirius answered as he prepared to disapparate and get Pandora. Only he, James and Remus knew where the caves were to apparate into, so they had to side-along the others.

Regulus rolled his eyes. Of course, his brother was still a pain in his animagus form.

Once they were all gathered again, they cast disillusionment charms on themselves, apart from James, who had his invisibility cloak. They made their way into the village, muffling charms on their shoes in case anyone heard them.

They quietly broke into Honeydukes and went through the hidden trapdoor. They probably could have arranged an easier way into the castle, but that would require too much delay with Dumbledore. This way was far easier.

They walked quietly down the passageway, visible again, while no one could catch them.

Regulus fiddled with the dagger still in his robes pocket. He’d always loved it. It was small yet insanely sharp, easy to slice into your enemy’s body without them ever seeing it coming. He cast a few charms on it as they walked, checking to see if anything had been imbued into the blade. It appeared to be a perfectly ordinary knife with no special enchantments or poisons.

“Remus?” He asked as casually as possible.

“Yeah, Regulus?” Remus dropped back to walk beside Regulus.

“How are you with healing spells?” He asked, not looking at Remus.

“Capable. Madam Pomfrey showed me the basics growing up, and I’ve learnt a few more since. Why?’

“Hey, Sirius?” He called his brother over. Sirius bounced towards him. He was far too excitable for what they were on their way to do.

No sooner was Sirius in front of him, walking backwards with a stupid grin on his face, did Regulus’s hand shoot out and jab him in the side with the dagger. Sirius stopped and looked down.

“Regulus, what the shit?!” Remus rushed over and started casting disinfecting and healing charms on his boyfriend. He turned, his eyes glowing even in the low light.

“Explain!” He growled, keeping Sirius behind him and away from Regulus. Sirius’s disgruntled face popped around Remus’s shoulder.

“Is that Bella’s knife?” He asked, squinting in the low light.

“She said I could have it as long as I promised to use it on you. I was just fulfilling that promise. I checked it was just a knife before I stabbed you.” Regulus shrugged.

“Oh, and that makes it all better, does it?” Remus snarled. Regulus was seeing more and more of the wolf shining through.

“Reg, you are such a dick.” Sirius rolled his eyes at him but grabbed Remus and carried on walking.

“Regulus, why would you think that was okay?” James asked, sighing deeply at the situation.

“He gets it. I barely nicked him with it, and this way, I can tell Bella I got him with it, or she’ll know I’m lying. Plus, he stabbed me all the way through with a sword when he was 10. This is payback.” James had to stop.

“What do you mean he stabbed you with a sword?!”

“It was an accident. He set off a firework in the house, and it knocked over a suit of armour, and the sword sort of went through me.”

“You’re both absolutely nuts! Once this war is over, you are both going to see a mind healer and lots of therapy! All the therapy!” James strode off after the others, shaking his head.

The rest of their journey went off without any more mishaps. They disillusioned themselves again and headed towards the Ravenclaw Common room.

The Grey Lady was strangely easy to find. She was gliding along the corridor outside the spiral staircase which led to the Common room.

They had agreed that Pandora should be the one to talk to the ghost, as she’d spent the most amount of time around her as apparently she was shy.

“Hello, Helena,” Pandora’s airy voice filled the corridor even though she wasn’t speaking loudly. The ghost paused and stared at the blonde woman.

“You again?” Her voice faded in and out as she spoke. The others were shocked. They’d never heard the ghost talk before. Pandora beamed.

“Yes, me again. We were wondering if we could ask you about your mother’s diadem?” A change came over the ghost so quickly that James, Remus and Evan pushed their respective boyfriends behind them.

“Another asked about it, and he defiled it with dark magic!” She yelled, blasting through each of the people standing in the corridor. Regulus shivered with the chill from her passing. He stepped forward, watching her as she came to be still again.

“Please,” He pleaded. “We want to destroy it. We want to erase what he did. Will you help us?” Helena Ravenclaw floated to Regulus and stared into his face, only inches between them. Regulus stayed still, letting his mask slip away from his face and hoping the determined good intentions showed through.

She narrowed her eyes at him and moved closer, whispering in his ear, her cold breath freezing his ear slightly.

“It is here. In the room that changes with the broken and lost things.” Remus’s head snapped to look at Sirius. He knew where it was.

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alexiethymia · 1 year

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little things about hitsuhina and ginran I love (design-wise)

how kubo really designed them to be complementary

in the manga, rangiku’s hair is golden while gin’s hair is silver. even when they changed their hair color to strawberry blonde in the anime, they also changed her eyes from blue to silver-grey

even when gin defects, you have his white arrancar outfit with the aqua-blue sash, which complements rangiku’s black shihakusho and blush-pink scarf. it’s quite striking in the colored manga.

the snake and virgin motif between the two of them, and even hades and persephone, I mean the both of them are also virgos (seriously the fact that they have the same birthday, and they count it on the day they met, they’re such soulmates)

the association of autumn and winter with the both of them (their favorite foods are dried persimmons, and rangiku most often remembers gin with snow)

you wouldn’t normally think that they have thematic links with their zanpakuto unlike say hitsugaya and hinamori with their ice and fire elements, but the fact that gin is also associated with foxes, and haineko’s hilt looks a bit like a fox is very cute to me (EDIT: Apparently, they do have a connection with their zanpakuto! Upon the reread, it seems that Shinsou’s bankai isn’t about how long or fast it contracts, rather it turns to dust for an instant, the moment it expands and contracts. Dust and Ash, wow. I don’t know if Kubo really planned all these out, but idc, I still love these bits and pieces.)

hitsugaya and hinamori are pretty obvious - smol to her tol, cold white snow to her earthy brown, ice and fire

despite hitsugaya’s element, I often associate them with spring and summer, especially since summer is when hinamori would visit home and they’d eat watermelon together

although both hitsugaya and rukia have ice as their element, their thematic connections with their respective childhood friends differ enough.

this is best reflected in hitsugaya’s and renji’s duet about their childhood friends. renji associates himself with dirt and being a stray, while he associates rukia with purity and the cleanness of snow. he’s a howling dog who longs for the moon, and one of rukia’s most famous attacks is tsukishiro or white moon. red and white are their colors.

hitsugaya meanwhile personifies the coldness of ice, while he considers hinamori’s smile and laughter to have been a “spring breeze” which warmed him

color-names and flower-names: there’s also slight symmetry as to their names. both gin’s and hitsugaya’s (or nick)names can refer to their hair colors (silver, white) while rangiku and momo’s names refer to flowers. rangiku or chrysanthemums are supposed to represent truth, and well we all know what gin is like. meanwhile, peach blossoms are spring flowers, while toshiro has the character for ‘winter’ in his first name. plum blossoms (or the ‘ume’ in tobiume), meanwhile, also bloom in late winter and early spring

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bonefall · 9 months

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what cats are still prayed to and revered by the clans besides firestar or skystar? i fuckin LOVE the patron spirits thing you have going on in this rewrite, it’s so cool to see what cats are worshipped and why

There's a lot of them! I don't think there could ever be a "comprehensive list" without just listing most of StarClan. See, most cats will typically value their own family over others, leading to the patrons "waxing and waning" in popularity over the generations.

But here's some of the ones who are pretty consistently popular!

Thunderstar = Justice Comeuppance, fair judgement, and mercy are also things he can be invoked for. Remember that a Patron gains its power from belief. Much like how Saint Michael was once a patron of healing as well as war, associations for BB!StarClan cats can shift over time.

Bumblemumble = Speech, Diplomacy She became less popular in the Chivalric Period, but was a favored patron for Pinestar to invoke. She never totally went away, even though her name has become "Bombolmlemlaan," 'Sentence-Tonguetwister,' over time. (Her name is also used in reference to "being tongue-tied." Fitting that she's a bit hard to translate into English!)

Acorn Swoop = Prra A Clan culture-specific value. Perfect timing, promptness, coincidences of good planning. Arriving in the nick of time. Acorn Swoop is a good example of how cats can wax and wane as well; when Hallowflight dies (he is alive to the current arc in BB), RiverClan will probably prefer invoking him over Acorn for a while.

Sparrow Heart = Loyalty and Fidelity. This BURNS her a new one, btw. Many of the other spirits as old as her have begun to lost touch with their mortal lives, but she didn't join Clear Sky because she loves him. She didn't serve him for his own ends. She wanted his power, and in death she's been reduced to his eternal stooge. She craves his throne. (And I have to leave it there until we find out what the next few arcs have in store :3)

Speckletail = Protection Against Natural Disaster Storms, deforestation, pollution, whatever. Speckletail is invoked to defend Clans against oncoming doom, because girlie took out a bulldozer and the battle culture is obsessed with that

Stonefur = Winning the War/Losing the Battle An important god for lost causes. When you aren't able to win, he is invoked to make your death mean something. Needletail, for the first time in a long time, requested for StarClan to call down his strength.

Blackstar = Redemption And change in a better direction. Said to be reflected in frogs in particular, how they go from tadpoles to full creatures, associated with wetland health thanks to his ambitious Bog Project.

Sundrown Patrol = Directions Most of them are not dead yet. Feathertail is currently the only one in the role and protects travelers generally, but eventually her and her Cohorts will comfortably divide up the cardinal directions. Feathertail is South (Towards the Mountain), Tawny is West (Towards the Ocean), Bramble is North (Towards the Lake) and Crowfeather is East (Into the Wilderness).

Leafpool = Clarity Leafpool Moonpool is one of the most popular young spirits. In difficult situations, she is invoked for StarClan to see your sins and understand that you are trying to find the holiest way through them. The Firekin family is going to be a very strong pantheon eventually.

Palefoot = Bodies that Can't Be Recovered/Closure Anon suggestion that is canon now. Palefoot was murdered by Batear for killing Fenneldust and shoved into a bog where his family would never find him, because Batear was not allowed to go to ThunderClan to sit vigil for his best friend. When someone is lost and can't be buried, Palefoot is often invoked for comfort. He is actually sort of displacing Turtle Heart, who used to function in a similar way. She is being pushed into a more specific role for Lost Parents, not bodies or closure in general.

In addition, Dark Forest Spirits are also powerful... and thanks to the fact you have to use a direct line to get to them, quite capable of granting strength without holding back. They have no StarClan to answer to if they blessed the plans of the wrong cat.

So they can do curses for you, if THAT is what you're seeking. A whole lot of these cats tend to provide various types of revenge lmao... "We serve Vengeance here, sir."

Batear and Fenneldust = Retribution Evolved from a mix of how Batear's target went BEYOND his victim to deny closure to the family, and also the Fepfr which he was named for, Long-Eared Bat, which in Clan culture is said to have a modest song of mourning for every bat wrongfully killed. Fenneldust actually LOVED that he was willing to be so spiteful for her, and followed him to the Dark Forest. So if you want, you can call for them to cause pain to people who wronged you. If your case is bad though, they'll fuck with you instead. They aren't MALICIOUS spirits though... just mischievous.

Mapleshade = Revenge If you want your target to DIE, you give her a call. She is ACTIVELY malicious. She will stop at nothing to kill someone she agrees should go, even going as far as to fight a Fetcher to drag the target down with her. If you're just miffed at someone and want them to get karma, you talk to Batsy and Fenfen. If you want BLOOD, you talk to Mapleshade. But be prepared, because she is just as dangerous as that implies.

Cloudberry and Ryewhisker = Secrecy An obvious one, but one of the gentler requests of the Dark Forest. They will help you hide forbidden love from your Clan, and can be prayed to when you're having a close call and may be discovered.

#Spirituality overhauls #Better bones au #BB!Starclan

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Withdrawal

TW: Drugs. Effects of Cocaine. Smut. Language. Angst.

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THOSE THINGS ARE TRIGGERING!

SUMMARY: Rafe comes to you with a plan to get clean, but it would prove easier said than done with your own complicated feelings for him…

WORD COUNT: 3800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Withdrawal

You were all Rafe Cameron had after everything happened this last year. Anyone else that dared call him a friend was socially blacklisted when the scandal of his father's money laundering became the means for families splitting up and companies going under. This also meant that the king of the Kooks had delved deeper into his vices. Something you were forced to witness first hand as you knew better than to stand between him and his ivory mistress. The same one that only supplied a temporary high to the issues no drug could truly rid him of. But you had been his means of salvation on more than one occasion. Bailing him out of prison for unnecessary fighting and getting there in the nick of time before he would succumb to another near overdose. Not to mention the nights he would come to you when you were supposed to be asleep, ending up wrapped within his arms when he'd fallen asleep after yet another row with his dad.

And why did you do this? Because you were completely in love with him. You had been before his first line of cocaine and long before he became associated with his title of royalty between the groups of different social standings. And you saw glimmers of him in the cracks of the man he was now, making it visible to know the man you loved was still in there. You hoped you were the tether to his sanity and convinced yourself as much as he had only come to you for those things. But you were unaware that you were not only his lifeline, but also his gravity, and tonight, his last hope.

The knock came as it always did outside your bedroom window, light yet purposeful, as you sauntered to the pane to find him standing on the shingles you usually sat on to talk. But as you saw him at this moment, he wasn't nursing torn knuckles or failing at hiding tears. He was determined, almost excited, if the sparkle behind his blue hues were any indication of this.

"Rafe-"

"I've made a decision...But I uh...I need your help..."

"Okay..." You agreed not caring to know the details as you were just happy to see him excited for something that wasn't a hit of something.

"I'm gonna get clean..." He nodded as your happiness faded as you'd heard these words before. Most recently, after his previous brush with death a month prior, when you found him outside Barry's trailer on the line of morality, having called paramedics just shy of what would have been too late. He even wore the same committed bob of his head and animation of his fingers rising to his temples and his chest as he continued.

"I need to get my shit together, I know that, okay? I do...But I can't do it without you-"

"They have rehabilitation centers that could do more than I can-"

"No..." He was quick to disagree.

"They don't have you." You didn't know if he ever meant such dramatic and even romantic proclamations and yet, he made them often. It was that left the questioning lingering in the air if this was something more than platonic. But either way, you knew he was in no condition to take care of himself, let alone a relationship. So you refocused on his words as if they were spoken only from a friend.

"What can I do?"

"I need you to stay with me...Make sure I don't use anything." The idea of being alone with Rafe was both exciting and nerve-wracking. But more of the aforementioned had left you bobbing your head in approval as he now stood in wait.

"Right now?!"

"I'm already starting to tweak a bit..."

"I..." Your eyes darted in every direction in search of what you would need.

"You know, Sarah has a bunch of shit she left behind like all those expensive perfumes and all that kinda stuff so you don't need much."

"Is that all you think girls need?" You teased as he shrugged, never able to hold onto a relationship long enough to figure that out. As you made small talk, and even a minor lesson out of what was needed, he made his way around your room as you began to pack. Necessities on the forefront of your mind, you ran around almost like mad before collecting what was needed and disappearing into the bathroom across from your room to continue this brigade.

When you returned, you found him in your dresser, removing a pair of lacy underwear that was now dangling shamelessly at the end of his finger.

"These would definitely be a distraction for me-" You quickly took hold of them before showing them back into your drawer.

"YOU would look quite distracting." You shot back, sporting a grin in being proud of yourself for such a comment.

"So you DO think about me naked?" This playful banter made up the more positive side of your relationship as you pushed him towards the window.

"I'll meet you outside in ten minutes. I have to convince my parents where I'll be for the next..." You waited for him to tell you a time as he would only shrug while she straddled the sill of the window.

"You've gotta give me more than that..."

"Just tell 'em my dad is giving you a great working opportunity for the rest of the summer. Not that much of a lie since I am quite a piece a work...said it himself before he left last week." Your heart ached to know he had been alone since then. With Sarah living off campus between semesters and Wheezie having been sent to boarding school by Rose for some semblance of a normal life, you and Rafe would truly be alone. So after agreeing, you could slip into his truck and act as his sponsor for the foreseeable future.

You had visited Tannyhill enough times to feel at home to some degree. You knew it well and didn't need directions for any part of the estate, and yet, it now felt so different crossing the threshold to know you would be alone with him. Intimidating Rafe Cameron. You swallowed hard at the thought as the door closed behind you.

"You can have any room you want...I'll sleep on the floor-"

"What?!"

"The whole point of this is to keep an eye on me. If we are on opposite sides of the house then I could leave, take a hit, and you'd never know."

You hesitated. What harm was there in him being on the floor? You wouldn't have to think about him being beside you on the bed or wrapping his arms around you some point at night. You would be fine.

Right?

"Okay...I'll just use your room then." He nodded before leading the way to it.

"I uh..." You turned to face him as you noticed him suddenly appear nervous.

"I have a stash here..."

"Okay, where is it?"

He moved behind a floor length mirror in his room, pulling out a dime bag before handing it to you. Never before had you ever been this close to drugs, unless you counted the residue on Rafe, and it made your stomach twist at the thought. This powder, innocent looking enough, had been the cause of altering the caring boy you knew into a hardened asshole when he didn't get his fix. But his steps continued still until you had two fists full of his vices.

"Anymore, scarface?" You teased as he cocked his jaw and led you to the bathroom and even the kitchen before confessing that was it.

"Just get rid of it, yeah?" He spoke almost in dismissal while moving into the bedroom, your eyes distracted on him having undressed for bed, as it was nearly two in the morning by now, as you disposed of the drugs within the toilet.

"You don't have to sleep on the floor, Rafe..." The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"I don't mind-"

"I'll feel really bad. It's your room."

"Are you sure?" You nodded, fighting the urge to ogle his torso as it was well taken care of. Muscles yearning for your touch all while you acted indifferent to what pulled your thighs together in a press of desperate friction left untouched once again.

"Positive."

"Dammit..."

"Forget your nightlight?" He teased you as you ignored him.

"No, I packed everything but a pajama shirt..."

"Here..." He removed his from his chest and tossed it at the other side of the bed, unaware how this made your heart race. Not only did it leave him bare, it left his scent close enough to you that your pure thoughts would all be twisted to lustful visions that would certainly leave you awakening from a wet dream in the morning.

"Can I hold you, like I usually do?" You nodded, finding comfort in his touch before he spooned against you, both of you quickly falling asleep.

But it only lasted a short while.

The sound of slamming cabinets and torn doors sent you upright just before dawn. Your feet were quick motion to its source as you realized Rafe was absent from the bed.

"Where the fuck are you? Where did she put it?" He asked himself, skin already damp with sweat and words erratic while you carefully crest the corner.

"Where are they?"

"They're gone, Rafe..."

"Don't lie to me! I gave them to you so I know you have them!"

"I got rid of them-" You kept your composure even as he yelled to you enough to spit with every word.

"That's bullshit!" He continued to tear through the house, knocking down decor and pictures in the process, sending the bones of the architecture to rattle with his thunderous steps and angered pulls of knobs and their near hinges, before ultimately turning his focus back to you as you had stupidly followed behind him.

"Give it to me, I'm not fucking around..."

"I don't have it, I flushed it-"

"You what?!" He was not only upset. He was enraged. Consumed by this wrath as he pulled away from you and towards the bedroom. Picking up his phone, you narrowed your eyes while questioning him. .

"Who are you calling-"

"Barry. He'll bring the good shit-" You apprehended his phone and held it out of reach.

"I can't let you, Rafe-"

"Give me my phone, you bitch!" Your eyes narrowed.

"I understand you are losing your mind a bit here but you you NOT get to call me that, Rafe-"

"Then give me my phone back. Or I’ll call you a lot worse…" For this, you took the case off and the battery out, before drowning it in a vase of flowers, submerging the power source.

"Then I'll just use yours!" He lunged for it, set on it's charger at the side of the bed as you were quick to rival him. But as you were shorter and further away, he managed to take hold of it first. You wrested for a second before pinning him beneath you.

"You wanted me here, Rafe, so I'm gonna help you."

"I don't want you here. I don't need you here. I don't need you. I don't meet anyone." You knew he may have believed this to a point but it wasn't the complete truth. Not really. It was the withdrawal. The need to do whatever was necessary to get what he wanted.

"You might not feel that way."

"They don't need me-"

"I do." You spoke almost in a whisper as he had paused for a minute to analyze your words. It was a soft moment undeserved by him as you fought every urge in your body to kiss him. Even in this state. Knowing he needed the care you could offer, even more so.

"I do, Rafe. So I'm not gonna let you sabotage yourself because you're-"

"Get off of me-"

"Not until you-" You were taken effortlessly from his waist and thrown in disregard before sprinting into the bathroom in the nick of time for his nausea to take him over completely.

For hours, you sat at his side, dabbing the sweat from his skin and allowing him to nap in your lap between getting sick and being emotional. He would alter from sympathetic to pitiful and dramatic to reasonable, all while you never left his side.

Having eventually fallen asleep along with him, you awoke to the smell of fresh coffee at your side as you realized he had carried you back to bed. But with his absence, you lept up in fear. Throwing yourself down the steps, you found him in the kitchen making breakfast, apologizing for the night before, while you bonded over a childhood favorite of Fruity Pebble pancakes and coffee.

The rest of the day was spent reminiscing about your treasured memories as he would confuse your friendship in small romantic motions. Such things as pulling a loose stand behind your ear or taking your legs across his as you watched a movie. But it was never enough to validate anything more than a flirtation, which wasn't strong enough grounds for you to risk your relationship in its entirety for. So you'd only smile and be burned internally by the unmet passion, before continuing on.

"Country club!" A voice called as you sat around the pool, feet dangling in the water, as you turned to find Barry making his way to the back of the estate.

"We had plans, or did you up and forget about me for this fine piece of ass? Can't say I blame you if she's the reason..." He was shameless in checking you out as Rafe set himself in front of you.

"Lost my phone. Been busy...think you should go-"

"Why, when I have somethin' even she can't give you, huh?" He exposed one of those small little bags as you saw Rafe tense. A hand wrapped around his bicep only made him tense further.

"Do you want to go through last night again, Rafe? Please-" But Rafe was quick to step forward.

"Leave." You were proud of him as he made his way inside, but was quickly followed by Barry. A conversation in which you were forced in exclusion from, brought you only able to speak to Rafe when Barry's bike echoed in the background.

"Rafe?" You asked nervously as he was bent halfway over the kitchen counter, cocaine untouched but tempting him on its surface.

"There is only one thing as strong as my need for that hit..and either way...either way I can't..."

"I know it's hard...But you don't have to do it-"

"But I want to! I don't want to fucking hurt anymore! I don't want to feel anymore!" He now spoke more on pain than anger.

"I have lost everything! And the only thing I can contribute is to…Barry's lifestyle as his best customer...And I am just taking you down with me...So go home..." Your eyes narrowed.

"No."

"You being here is only making this worse." He spoke behind clenched teeth.

"So if I left, you wouldn't do a line? You wouldn't finish the bag off in an hour? Maybe two?" He spoke your name in warning as you continued, having reached your limit of his words as your idea of leaving him behind to what you were certain would be the last time was too much to bear.

"What about when you abuse your limit, Rafe? Or when you regret it the next day? If you even GET a next day?! I'm tired of finding you like that! I'm tired of almost losing you!" Tears formed in your eyes as he fixated on the bag.

"You're the only one-"

"So what if I am?! I care about you, Rafe-"

"Why?" He suddenly shot at ay you. "Nobody else thinks I'm worth saving so why do you?" You couldn't formulate a response. Not because you didn't have one, but because you had so many. But he took your silence as validation for his own words.

"That's what I thought-"

"Because my life isn't the same without you in it." You spoke as he nearly left the kitchen, turning back at your words.

"Because believe me, you've tested tested enough. Where I should have spent more time by the pool, I spent in the emergency room praying to any God that would listen for you to just be okay! And I'm an idiot for it! I have lost everything because I care about you! Because you're good, Rafe! You are hurt and lonely, but you can be good!" He looked back to the bag again, jaw clenched as you were shameless to your tears.

"You know what?" You suddenly took it in your hand, his feet quick to apprehend you before you moved away.

"You want to take it? You want that high and that rush? Then don't expect me to watch it take control of you. Because I care about you too much to almost lose you, again-" You threw the bag at his chest before moving to leave.

"I-"

"No, Rafe, I'm not going to watch you-" You were taken by your wrist and pulled against him, lips silencing you as he spoke. You had imagined a kiss with Rafe your entire friendship. You hoped it would be some grand gesture or even a means of a confession. But in this moment, in desperation and emotion, you only cared to take advantage of it. And it showed on the way you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck just as he pulled your waist against him.

You were dizzy by the time he pulled you against the counter, shirts leaving you both exposed as he took time at your chest while you fondled with his belt. But the second it came open, you were lifted to the surface recently against your spine before pulled back into him.

"You've never left me-" He explained with a devoted hand to the back of your neck. "You've only ever fought for me...so I'm not fucking stopping until you know how good I can make you feel..." He was on his knees before you could eleven comprehend his words, as he guided your legs over his back.

Sweat developed in the minute that quickly faded into a blur before he pulled you to an edge. The counter damp with your slick beneath you, the bend of his fingers in unison with his tongue ravaging your clit, all of it was evidence of the coming release he brought from you. But he wouldn't allow as he retracted as you announced how close you were.

"I wanna taste you this way..." He pulled you down to the floor, bending you over the rim once again, before pulling apart your ass and leading his tongue back to your clit from behind. Your fingers ran through his hair as he purposely stared from over your perfect mounds, shaking as he slapped them or vibrating from his moans.

"Every way..." His tongue teases closer to your ass, biting the cheek he'd left stinging, before redirecting his focus to his own pleasure.

"Being with you is the only thing that makes me feel sane-its also what makes me want to use..." You turned to speak, but he silenced you with fingers entering your sex.

"So I'm gonna inhale you...taste you...feel you until I overdose..." He pulled your jaw to face him.

"And for that, I don't want you to save me..." He kissed you, using this distraction of a kiss to lead himself inside of you.

"Shit-" He groaned in unison to your gasp as you rested your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his thick fingers around your throat.

"I'm always so fucking high on you. Just you looking at me, so do you have any idea what THIS is doing to me?"

"Rafe!"

"Whatever you want, baby, it's yours. Just ask...just fucking ask and it’s yours." He spoke rather desperately as you began to work his cock, fingers asking for him faster and deeper.

"You want me harder?"

"Fuck. Me..." You managed to utter as he scoffed.

"Fucking is momentary..." He bent you back forward. "I intend to make you mine in every fucking way though...every fucking position...every fucking room-"

"Rage! Please! I'm...I'm so close I can feel it!"

"Don't fight it baby, give it to me...I know you want to..."

"Yes!" His hand tightens around your throat still.

"YES, RAFE! JUST. LIKE. THAT." You became lost to the lust. Your body shamelessly thrashing before him as his grip was the only thing keeping you tethered. But as his hands weren't kept to just one part of you, you were reliant on the counter as well. He hiked your knee to the surface, leading himself even deeper.

"Give me it! Let me have it." He withdrew his cock, using his fingers at a battering pace from behind, before the tush became too much to ignore. Squirt after squirt came your release as you watched him take it to his lip.

"I'd much rather wear you instead of some line-"

You turned to face him, stroking him as he grinned.

"Want me to come, baby?"

You nodded.

"Then bend back over..." You denied him by moving on your knees instead.

"If you take me that way, I'm gonna expect you to swallow." You joined while obliging, showcasing how talented your usually quiet tongue had proven to be. Tears in your eyes and spit collecting on your own knees would begin a sight too erotic for him to withstand as the roll of your gaze would bring him to that nearing precipice.

"Fuck, you feel so good for me..." He confessed as you now alternated between your mouth and your fist for him.

"Better me than any high?"

"Shit-yeah!"

"Then remember that, Rafe.." His eyes lowered to you. "Because if you so much as take a look at another dime bag..." You sucked him to the edge, tongue running his shaft and between his balls, before your hand spread that precum as he spoke your name in warning.

"I'll never let you come again-" You were forced onto the counter facing him, as his hand was on the back of your neck, forehead taking to his own at rest as his body was anything but still.

"I swear to God, baby...I'm too fucking addicted to you to want anything else."

"Prove it. Come. Come, Rafe! I want it! I need it!"

"Shit! Fuck! Yeah, yeah, heah!" And with the final buckles the warmth release would keep your mutual climax in silence until your tremors would settle enough for him to reclaim some semblance of an existence.

"You touch another line and you'll never touch ME again, Rafe...but everyday you dont...You can do whatever you want to me-" He pulled your jaw within his grasp.

"I hope you didn't have any plans today...or the rest of the fucking summer because I have a feeling, I'm gonna keep having these withdrawls and your means for a reward for enduring them. I’ve already gone two days...and that was only one orgasm so we’re already behind, sweetheart."

"Then what are you waiting for, Rafe? Take another hit…"

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I feel like this is gonna be a really weird request. But if you’ve seen zootopia, would you be okay doing a character profile [birth chart, mbti] for Nick Wilde?

Not weird at all! It was really interesting to do this one. Happy to do most characters ✧ ₊・🦊・₊✧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑷 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

Nick loves a mental sparring session with someone who can challenge him. ENTPs enjoy playing devil’s advocate, partly because it allows them to showcase their quick wit and partly because it helps them to clarify their thoughts. We can see throughout the movie that Nick obviously loves rocking the boat; but he always has a life jacket.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

(Taking into account that the movie is aimed at children). Nick was Chaotic Neutral; not caring about the law (obviously) or about anyone but himself. Until Judy comes along. She has a direct influence on him; character development. And he changes into Chaotic Good.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

Upright: New ideas, curiosity, thirst for knowledge, new ways of communicating Reversed: Self-expression, all talk and no action, haphazard action, haste

This card is often associated with curiosity, intellectual agility, and a mischievous streak. It can represent someone who enjoys stirring up intellectual debates or challenging others with their wit and cleverness.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒐

Scorpio's mysterious nature and ability to perceive things that others pass by unnoticed can be both captivating and intimidating, leaving others both curious and intimidated by the possibility of learning more about the hidden facets of their personality. That's why I think Nick is a Scorpio Sun; seems to know more about others without them saying anything. He's very perceptive, intuitive, observant, insightful and obviously clever.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑳𝒆𝒐

He feels safe in moments when he can impress others and get praise and admiration. Many Leo Moons' have a desire for money and social status, and have a strong ability to get it. They also have a talent for drama and creative activities.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

Gemini is linked to the winged messenger, Hermes, aka the Greek god of wealth, luck, language, and travel—so Gemini Risings tend to be strong linguists who just have a way with words. For that reason, they’re often seen as tricky or clever. They eventually become masters of communication, learning exactly the right words to use and judging when to speak up and when not to speak up.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑨𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

I think what's overlooked is Nick's forward-thinking and interests. His character can be very compressed and put down to 'sly, quick and unrealiable.' But when he feels comfortable and safe, we see that he has a lot of creative and innovative ideas. He enjoys exploring possibilities beyond the conventional.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑨𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Aquarius Venus individuals value intellectual connections and are attracted to partners who stimulate their mind. They appreciate independent thinking and enjoy engaging in intellectual discussions and debates. That's exactly how I see Nick; needing to have a partner that can keep up with banter and bickering, but also intellectual conversations about the world around them.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Mars in Sagittarius individuals have a strong sense of adventure and a desire for freedom. They are enthusiastic, optimistic, and have a broad perspective. They possess a pioneering spirit and enjoy taking risks.

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