#not often though more as a treat cos it’s expensive

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[Part 3] If I meant something to you.

toxic!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Here's Part 1 and Part 2 hehehe enjoy ;> Word Count: 5k trigger warning: drugging. viewer discretion is adviced.

Dating Simon reminded you of the British economy, constant fluctuations.

He would stay over at your flat, shower you with wet kisses, and the next day he'd walk right past you as if you didn't exist.

It felt like at times Simon did really love you. He listened you to, he brushed and plaited your hair post sex, but sometimes it's like his brain would switch and his behaviour would mimic that of a ghost.

Though it been nearly 3 months since he'd popped that question in the car, you often found yourself regretting your decision.

"I do like him...but I mean- it's just, he doesn't like me back you know? Sometimes I wake up and he's just staring at me like I've just told him I've killed his dog. I mean, he doesn't have a dog I don't think, but if he did, he'd prefer the dog over me, y'know.

I don't even know why I said yes that day. I mean, he's the first real guy that's actually shown interest in me. Maybe that's why I crave his attention so much. He makes me actually enjoy being with my family, if that's so hard to believ-"

"With all due disrespect, d'ya know you?" Your neighbour answers finally.

You stare back, blood rushing to your face, "I literally live next door to you. I smile at you before I leave for work every morning-"

"So, there's nothing wrong with your face?

"What? You know me- and I'm talking about Simon, he's next door to me too..."

"What?"

"You know skull face..."

"Who?"

"Tall buff dude, y'know."

"Huh?

"Riley-"

"Oh, the guy with the big dick."

You choke on your saliva, "What- How? Um..."

"Military dude yeah? The fit blonde? Yeah, he's big, if you get what I'm saying, virgin."

You furrow your eyebrows, words trailing off, "No I'm not...I'm sorry, how'd you know..."

"Yeah, he's fucked like everyone in this building, girl. Why d'ya think he doesn't come to the flat meetings? 'Cos then he'd be surrounded by all the people he's stuck his dick in, duh." She states like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Guy comes in, drinks a bit, and runs out."

"...I thought it was because he was nervous to see....me?" At this point, you don't know if you're telling your neighbour or asking her.

"Oh girl don't be delusional, you ain't no Beyonce. Anyway, been a while since I got that dick. Let 'im know next time you see 'im." She winks at you before, hobbling off with her walking stick.

"Yeah...sure...wait- Mrs Brenda, you're like 65... AND MARRIED-"

When the 3rd month anniversary mark finally reached, Simon decided to treat you to an expensive meal at a luxurious restaurant.

And by that I mean, 6 McNuggets at Maccies.

"They're cold, babe." He complains, slouching across you, one leg bent and propped on his seat.

Yes, Simon. Because you spent 15 minutes arguing with the worker for an extra packet of mayo. But you refrained yourself from saying that, in case you'd anger him further.

"So how's the task force?"

You've learnt very little about Simon, one part that stuck out to you was that the people he was closest to was his team in the military, naming his Captain John Price, who seemed to pop up in every conversation the two of you had.

"You got that 'lil mustache on yer face again."

"Excuse me?"

"Nah babe, it's cute. Reminds me of Captain's."

It hurt even more when he showed you a picture of John Price and you're face to face with a middle aged man with a full grown beard, who's being compared to the peach fuzz on your upper lip.

"Team's good." He sighs out of exhaustion. "Soap's engaged now, y'know."

You smile, mind suddenly racing to the thought of Simon proposing to you, but you shake it away, oddly cringing at the thought.

"'Old man's thinking of getting transferred to the States. Finally..."

The thought of Simon being jealous over his Captain was always a hidden theory for you. He'd mention it so frequently, it was as if he was keeping tabs on his superior, bringing it up at every moment at his signs of weakness. And when he'd compare Price to you, it was never in a positive light, rather one where it felt like he was looking down at Price, but through you.

You wondered if Simon had a superiority complex, and maybe that's why he'd chosen a little naive lamb like you, to project all of his insecurities onto you.

I mean, you're not gonna do anything about it are you? Nah, you're gonna take it like the good little girl you are.

I mean you are right now- literally.

His dick is cramped right in your pussy, his rounded tip rapidly kissing at your cervix. His chapped lips crash against yours, but you can't seem to ignore the faint taste of his Big Mac through his mouth.

"Can tell your cunt likes that, 'lil slut." He seethes out, through inconsistent breaths. You can barely hear him, through the sound of your sweaty bodies colliding and the ringing through your head.

You hum uncomfortably. It was gonna be a long night.

The following weekend, you find yourself spending eons getting dolled up for a get together at the base. You decorated your face with a bold smokey eye, paired with a lined red lip, only to be mocked by Simon.

"Red? We're going to base, not the circus."

So you take off the lipstick. And the eye makeup. In fact, even when you changed from a tight black pencil skirt to a matching sweatshirt and joggers combination, you still find yourself being berated by Simon.

"Getting kinda lazy with the clothes huh, love?" He asks, cocking his eyebrows towards you.

Is he for real?

Grunting in response, you look out the window, shoving your headphones in, grateful for the noise cancelling feature so you wouldn't have to sit through Simon's mouth breathing throughout the journey.

The meeting itself was as awkward as imagined. The moment the pair of you entered the room, Simon decided to detach his arm wrapped around your shoulder and immediately brisk walk to the nearest woman possible. If he was trying to fool his team to thinking he was single...boy was he good at it.

Being left out in an unfamiliar space was unfortunately not too foreign for you, and you quickly found solace by the water fountain, sipping on a plastic cup of lukewarm water.

"Bored, eh?"

You jump, having zoned out.

You turn to a man you've seen oh so many times on Simon's phone.

"Captain John Price?" You smile.

"The one and only, lass. My, a pair of sweatpants. Priorising comfort, are we?" He jokes, lightly.

"Were you expecting lingerie?"

"Pretty either way." He chuckles, and you eye the way his eyes squint as he smiles, and the smile lines painting his cheeks. You shouldn't be looking at your boyfriend's competition captain this way.

You're at peace with John. You find yourself opening up about yourself, something you now know you couldn't truly do around Simon. John cared about what you said, reacting to every joke you dropped here and there, unlike Simon, who plays connect the dots with your forehead blemishes as you rant passionately.

John chuckles, "Oh God. Work sounds intense."

You hum, admiring his laughter, which cuts off to the sound of a loud buzzing (buttplug?) coming from his back pocket. He excuses himself from the conversation, but you can't help but eavesdrop.

"John Price speaking. Yes. Uh huh-what? Another soldier? Same substance? Christ's sake...Doctor's got a name? Succiny- Succinylc- what? Okay, okay. I'm coming, gimme 20 minutes-what, now? I'm...busy" He turns to flash you a small smile, "Okay, fine. Dammit."

"You okay, seemed urgent?"

He dramatically sighs, "We both got work problems...There's been a...how do i say this...another one of our soldiers have been getting drugged?" It sounds more of a question than an answer, "We think it's some sort of new drug on the black market, and now that our enemy's have a hold of it, our soldiers...fuck, getting drugged left, right and centr- Sorry, um, unauthorized information..." He trails off, realising he's said too much.

You're ears perk up, "Drugs? What are the um, symptoms?" You can't help but be curious.

John looks around, as if to check if anyone was listening to the conversation, though most people are hammered on hardcore liquor and cigarettes. He lowers his voice, "Starts off with headaches, nausea, then there's seizures...worst case scenario is paralysis. Gotten 4 of our soldiers already, poor men, had to be medically dismissed...."

You hum, silently and unsure of what to reply with. If you were attempting to flirt with John, the mood had definitely dissipated.

"But hey, listen. You ever need a change of pace, a better job, you can call me." He grabs your hand, and messily writes his phone number with a biro, winking before he leaves.

Maybe you will call him.

As the sky becomes darker and the clock strikes past 9 P.M., you find yourself walking outside the building, searching for Simon.

"...annoying."

Huh? You peer over the corner to overhear the conversation. Was that Simon?

"..follows me around a sad 'lil shit."

Was he talking about you?

You catch a quick glance, confirming that it was indeed a drunk Simon, with who you believe was Soap.

"Her mum's hotter, too. All over me." Simon boasts, whipping out his phone, presumably to show them a picture of your mother, as it sparks a 'milf alert' comment from Soap.

"...nothing compared to her. She's like a doormat."

You look at Simon, and for a second, you swear he made deliberate eye contact with you.

"She's fuckin' spineless."

For a moment, time pauses.

...

Spineless.

You're spineless.

I mean, it may be true. But the truth doesn't always have to come out, no?

After doing so much for this man, you'e still...spineless?

Laying at the comfort of your bed, dragging a tipsy Simon out of the car and him rushing to his flat, you find yourself gazing down at the smudged ink on your palm. Maybe it's time to switch your job.

Who knows who you'll run into...

That night, you rest, dreaming about John Price.

You're in an abyss in your dreams, John's pale muscular arms wrap around your frame, with the faint scent of cigars and whisky wafting around your nose. You blink and you see the bottom of his groomed beard, and small smile resting on his tired face.

You blink once more. But this time, you don't see John Price. This time, you're staring into the sullen eyes of a skeleton-masked man, lifelessly staring straight at you with no emotion. You look down the body of Simon.

The lower half of his body was missing.

By the third blink, you jolt awake and look around, but this time you're on the floor wrapped in your quilt and covered in sweat. Very much alone.

What was this dream trying to tell you?

The jump from retail to cyber-operations was large and challenging. You went from serving customers to quite literally serving the country, from scanning items to defending the weapon's system. But 2 weeks into your new career and you feel like you've actually put your degree to some use.

Your family have been ringing you almost weekly, asking about your new position, although it's mainly your mother interrogating you about Simon.

And to say he was upset with your choice of working with the army, was an understatement, in his words, he felt like you were crowding him in all areas of his life. His home, his workplace, and now his mind.

You'd ask him to drop you off, considering he's going the same way, but he'd come up with unjustified excuses.

"Can't. Need to be there early."

"Nah, gonna distract me, love."

"Can't be seen with you." He mutters the last one, but you're not deaf and Simon can't exactly whisper very well. Sometimes you wonder why you haven't broken up with him.

So you've resorted to the next option.

Public transport. Calling John Price.

"You're not a burden, sweetheart. Who's been tellin' you that?"

You subordinate <3 But you can't say that, so you resort to casually laughing at his question. You can't help but think about the reoccurring dream you've been having, they always start the same.

You're in a abyss, and you're in the arms of John Price, you blink and suddenly face to face with the half-corpse of Simon. You're struggling to work out the deeper message of the visio-

"Love, you there? Went to lala-land or something?"

Think about John Price. Focus on him, why are you still bound to that jerk? You think.

"I'm good. So uh, how's the situation with you? And the um...drugs thing?" You look at him, your words surprising yourself, since when did you have an interest in drugs?

"Oh, uh. We're not allowed to disclose that sweetheart...besides, Simon didn't tell you? Kinda big thing here..."

Of course, Simon wouldn't tell me, why would he? You tell me, John.

You give him your best puppy dog eyes, eyebrows knitting together, "Oh..."

He runs his thick fingers through his brunette hair, adjusting himself in his seat, "Succinylcholine. There's a mixture, but that's the main component. Causes paralysis to the legs and spine...seems like that's what they wanted, to paralyse our soldiers, 7th victim this we..."

Paralysis huh. You turn to look at the passing trees outside the windows. Paralysis to the spine and legs...

By the time you reach work, you're at your computer by your desk, typing away at the lines of code on your programme, once again eavesdropping to the conversations in your vicinity.

"...it's the same location they keep getting deployed, why are they getting deployed there again?"

"Captain Price is going this time..."

"...2nd guy's in a coma now..."

The chatter dies down to the loud slam of the door: Your supervisor.

"People. Come on. Chop chop, we have deadlines to meet. Stop the chatter, fucks sake."

You get back to your screen, but you can't help but shake the unsettling feeling off your mind.

Ding!

11:26 A.M. Si:- Come outside on your break. Need to talk.

I guess you're finally breaking up.

"Getting deployed."

Simon's scarred hands caress yours, gently lifting your ring finger and slotting a shiny silver ring, with a skull stuck in the center. You think back to the times where you told Simon that you preferred gold jewelry over silver, since it complimented your skin tone better. To love is to be seen I guess.

A crowd of soldiers begin whistling at the scene, and Simon retracts his hands almost instantaneously.

"Wanted to give this to you for anniversary...but I ordered it a little late."

You hum, immediately twisting the ring around your ring. It's tight and cramped.

"How's work?" He asks, his eyes roaming around the people behind you, his gaze not falling on you once since the conversation had started.

"Oh it's goo-"

"Cool. So um, here's my key if you need something." He hands you his key, more like shoving it into your chest, before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead and running off towards the crowd of soldiers that were now practicing drills.

Seems like you've gotten promoted from girlfriend to house-keeper.

By 8 P.M., you and a handful of your colleagues began to go home.

With your 4th cup of caffeine in your hand, you check Simon's text once more.

7:52 P.M. Si:- What time u finish Si:- 8? Si:- Too long to wait, going home

He couldn't wait 8 minutes?

As you trudge past the empty hallway, you're met face to face with the door of the lab, which you notice was half open.

You felt like a character in Alice in Wonderland. Trespassing is a crime, is it not?

A normal person would just inform a staff member and go home right? Definitely wouldn't enter the room. And definitely wouldn't head straight towards the counter that held various labelled test tubes.

Definitely wouldn't snatch a test tube labelled danger, and most definitely stuff it in their bag and run out the door, as if they haven't basically committed a crime.

But it's a good thing you wouldn't consider yourself a normal person.

The wind blows against your skin when you finally make it outside, and it feels like natures punishing you for breaking into the army's laboratory. With your bag clutched tightly against your chest, your mind begins racing - what if someone saw you? What about cameras? What if-

"There you are love. Thought I'd have to come 'n get you myself."

John leans against his range rover, wrapping his large military jacket around your shoulders, and you instantly lean into his towering frame.

"John...didn't you go home?"

He shakes his head. "Saw Simon speeding off the moment we finished, thought you needed a ride, especially at this time."

The wind blows against you again, and your smile falters, remembering the contents of your bag.

"Can we go home now? Please?"

A comforting silence accompanied the drive, with John's palm ghosting your thigh ever so slightly and you had to resist every urge in your body to just lock hands with him.

So you do.

His large hand encompassing yours completely. If his grin could widen anymore, they just did, and you swear you could see faint dimples decorating his cheeks.

But they fall just as quickly, jerking his hand back.

"Nice ring."

You're visibly confused, eyes dragging back to the tight skull band wrapped around your ring finger.

Fuck you, Simon.

When you exit John's car at the entrance of the block of flats, your eyes catch another deep brown pair of menacing eyes, standing at the balcony, hiding behind a black balaclava. You can't see the lower portion of the face, but you'd bet your life that there was a smirk hidden behind the cloth.

You grit your teeth, tossing the ring by the nearest bush as the car drives off. The grip around your bag tightens, and you remember the test tube.

If you're going to ruin my chances of love, I'll ruin your chances of life, Simon Riley.

A week later and the test tube lay aimlessly on your bedside time, alongside a small post card gifted yesterday from your truly. John Price, that is, not Simon.

Leaving soon - If I find something you like, I'll bring it for you :-D - J Price

Even the way he drew his little smiley faces warmed you.

On the other hand, Simon had shot you a single text, ignoring all the spelling mistakes.

Si:- bee home ina mont. by.

When he gets home, you're immediately breaking up with him, assigning yourself mental homework.

But for the meanwhile, you have to decide what to do with the test tube...for now you decide it's too risky to keep it at home, who knows if the wrong people get their hands on it.

So you opt to shoving into deep into your purse.

At work, as you walk back to your team's common room, you hear the commotion coming from the...laboratory?

"Doctor, how careless are you?"

"Sir...I-I-I didn't do anything! The lab was locked, I don't know who would have taken it-"

"And how are we sure you haven't stolen it? I mean for all we know, you might have the drug at home. How do we know you're a traitor and working for the other side. I should have you reported."

"Boss, you've known me for the longest! And why don't you stop shouting me and get these cameras fixed already-"

"Captain Price's gonna flip and fire his entire team when he comes back-"

"If he comes back that is-"

"Boy if you don't shut your mout-"

Scurrying to the common room, you shut the door abruptly. You don't why you stole the drug, but you do know you can't let anyone find out about what you did.

Not Simon.

Not John.

A month had nearly gone by, and a train of gifts has began coming, from small affirmation notes to bags of lego flower bouquets and teddy bears. All of course, accompanied by a small note with the signature smiley face :-D.

Considering the notes weren't hand written, you couldn't tell whether it was from Simon or John, though it was quite obvious. Even though you liked John, you couldn't help but feel some sort of sorrow towards Simon. I mean, who else does he have apart from you?

On a dark Friday evening while you and your team were getting ready to leave, the sound of shouting followed by stampede coursed through the hallway. Screams of terror broke from whom you made out to be doctors and nurses.

"What's happening?" You turn to your coworker.

"More people have gotten drugged, like 7 this time..."

You couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt washing over you, considering a sample of the weapon of the crime was quite literally concealed with your belongings.

"Oh -"

"Apparently, Captain Price and Liutentant Riley were involved."

That was enough to strike a nerve. You don't know which name hit you harder, but before your colleague could even stop you, you began sprinting down the hallway towards the hospital rooms.

By the time you reach though, it's already too late, and the doors have shut, the nurse informing you that surgeries have already begun undergoing. But for who, they didn't disclose.

It didn't matter who it was, you just had a reoccurring thought that if maybe you had left the sample alone, maybe a curve could have already been developed.

Oh God, this is your fault isn't it....?

A person's going to die in your hands, and you're not even a soldier.

With discomfort running through your nerves, you sit by the hospital rooms, your hands feeling heavy under the weight of your head, waiting to hear more from the nurses. But as they rush in and out of the room with urgency, your voice gradually drowns out by the monotonous beeping of the machines inside.

4 hours go by, and you can't tell if it from the lack of sleep or not, but the staff around you shoot you looks of pity as if you're in critical condition. Those hours in the waiting room felt like hell, and you couldn't help but notice the lack security in the building. No cameras again, huh?

"Nurse, is John Price in there?" You ask wearily, the strain in your voice was evident.

The nurse shakes her head, "It's Lieutenant Riley."

Your breath hitches, and unfortunately you can't help but a slight feeling of relief.

"Is he okay? Was he...drugged?"

The nurse clenches her jaw, "That information can't be disclos-"

"He's my boyfriend." You urge, standing up to meet the nurse eye to eye.

The palpable tension in the air was uncomfortable and pervasive, hanging over the room like a heavy fog, and the nurse eventually breaks, slowly opening the door to what looked like a corpse.

"No traces of the drugs were found in his body, but there's no way to really say in the early stages...He is displaying some symptoms however..." She reads off a clipboard.

You nod, though her words aren't really getting to your head, "Like...paralysis?" There's no movement from the bed, just the constant ringing from the machines.

The nurse pauses, "No. Headaches, and muscle pain, just the regular. Bullet shot in the shoulder, but that's been taken care off. We're still monitoring him. I'll be outside if you need anything." With that she leaves, shutting the door behind you. And you find yourself alone with Simon's corpse.

Simon's face looks like broken china, like fine art but damaged externally, yet still holding the essence of its beauty within. His features, usually composed and serene, now bore the cracks of strain and worry. His under eyes were now darker than ever, and you couldn't help but press your now tear soaked lips across his rough cheek, until you stopped.

His neck, though scarred, bore scattered red marks, which you know could be confused with a rash. But it wasn't.

They were hickies.

Fresh hickies.

It's been a month since you've last seen Simon, so you immediately rule out yourself, disregarding the fact that you haven't even been intimate with anyone in a while.

As you sit beside the bed, a surge of anger rises within you, fueled by the betrayal and disappointment coursing through your veins. You want nothing more than to confront Simon, to unleash a torrent of accusatory questions upon him, but you know it would be futile.

His chest rises and falls gently, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you.

The situations looks like that particular scene straight from your dreams. Dark room, alone with Simon, him laying there still.

His body is still intact, you think. Intact and littered with marks.

You try to recall what happens in the dreams after this, but you always wake up at the last second.

And you can't help but inch your hand towards your purse., the outline of the test tube screaming at you to finally use it.

Use it for the reason you had originally stolen it for.

Use me.

Drug him. It screams. It's not like he ever loved you? Francesca, remember her? The other women? Your own mother, your own flesh and blood? Think about the times he forgot your anniversary, your birthday, when he insulted you, in front of you, in front of others, hell, even behind your back! You're spineless remember.

I mean you'd be doing the world a favour, getting rid of this from this world, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you.

John Price would be proud of you wouldn't he?

He finally be with you.

With a steady hand, you reached into your purse and retrieved the test tube, its contents glinting in the dim light of the hospital room. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, before steeling yourself and uncapping the tube.

The acrid scent of the drug filled the air, its toxic fumes making you gag slightly. But you pushed past the discomfort, focusing all your attention on the task at hand. With precision, you extracted the entire liquid from the tube and carefully poured it into Simon's IV drip, mentally wincing at how effortlessly you had manipulated the situation.

You have to get rid of the drug somehow, and if it means using it against him, then so be it.

The next morning had come and you're awaken by the phone buzzing by your bedside table, the screen lighting up with John's name. You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before you finally answer, steeling yourself for whatever news awaits you on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" Your voice comes out strained, betraying the anxiety churning within you.

"Hey angel, it's me," John's voice crackles through the phone, the urgency in his tone palpable. "You need to come to the hospital. It's Simon."

Without a word, you hang up the phone and hail a cab, the journey to the hospital passing in a blur of anxious thoughts and racing heartbeat. Did they find out you stole the drugs? No...how could they? The empty test tube is in your bin, at home, not at the hospital and there's no cameras at you recall...

Arriving at the hospital, you're met with a scene of controlled chaos. Doctors and nurses bustle about, their faces tense with worry. You navigate through the maze of corridors, the familiar scent of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, you reach Simon's bedside, and what you see makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Simon manually lies propped up against the pillows, his face pale and drawn, his body racked with violent tremors as he retches into a basin. The sight is enough to make you physically ill, although it slowly dissipates, seeing the now purple marks on his necks darkening.

John appears beside you, and without a word, he takes your hand in his, his grip steady and reassuring, pressing a small kiss at the side of your head. In that fleeting moment, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

"I'll be outside," he mumbles, leaving with you with Simon.

With a heavy heart, you take a seat beside him. Simon looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion. It takes all your strength to meet his gaze, the truth burning like acid on your tongue.

"Hey." He groans out. He can barely move, as his head painfully cranes to look at you, the effects of the drugs taking effect slowly.

"What happened." But it's more of a demand than a question.

Simon sniffs, "Traces of drugs..."

"No. I meant your neck."

He pauses, like he was trying to carefully choose his words, though he didn't have much of a escape now.

"Don't act like I see you and Price-"

"Don't bring him into this, Simon."

Don't lie to me anymore.

A tear rolls down his cheek, but you can't tell if it's crocodile tears or not.

"They-they... dismissed me."

You hum, a smirk gradually building up on your face.

"Why?"

Simon closes his eyes, "Back. My spine. Can't move it..."

You let out a slow, deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy stone.

"I know." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the words hang heavy in the air between you. "I drugged you."

Simon's eyes wince once again, studying your face silently.

"Excuse me?" He begins.

You stand up, placing your purse back on your shoulder.

"What- what do you mean? You he-heard me? Love. Listen to me-"

You walk towards the door.

"WAIT. Wait. What do you mean you knew? You said you knew. What. What did you do. Sweetheart. Come back. Let's talk. You love me don't you? I love you! Where's that ring I gave you?"

You laugh, twisting the door handle.

"Baby, you better not fuckin' leav- THEY'LL FIND OUT-"

"And who's going to believe a damaged, deluded man, Simon Riley? You were out on a mission, I'll pin the blame on the enemies."

Simon shakes in his bed, unable to control any part of his body now. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME- HOW FUCKIN' DARE YOU- After that life I gave you-"

"Life? You call that living?"

"I LOVED YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID-" His voice is painfully loud now, you're wondering how no one's running to his room already.

"Love? You don't know one thing about love, you fucker."

"I should have never fucked you, you- YOU BITCH-" He shouts, his body flailing violently, globes of tears racing down his clenched jaw and red cheeks.

"Rot in hell Simon Riley, I guess we're both fucking spineless now."

And that's a wrap for this mini seriesss - thank all of you for sticking around ;D IM AWARE IT TOOK SO LONG- I KEPT WRITING IT AND FOR SOME REASON IT DIDN'T AUTOSAVE LIKE TWICE??? SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT- Quick Notes: Let's all be real. We wanted reader to get with ol' john boy. But let's also be for real, if Reader was an object, she'd be a doormat. Although I've implied John Price x You, the bitch really needs to focus on herself and sort her shit out right now 💀 in the near future they're together for sure. ALSO the reference of drugs is highly inaccurate but let's all switch our imaginations on <3 lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum, @kxtz3, @poohkie90, @rainlovesyou12 , @restrictionsapply-blog , @lunamoonbby , @nigthmar3moon , @thychuvaluswife , @itsnourm , @bubusi11, @owkittie, @cheomain , @corvusmorte , @k4es , @mandythemint , @copiasratscheese , @yyiikes , @funkyyysho3s

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[mejcinta]

The Bias Problem with HotD Relationships and Character Dynamics.

I have a big problem with how HoTD goes out of its way to make otherwise good Fire and Blood relationships bad just for spectacle sake and to shame certain characters while elevating others as the 'better' choice.

You see this with Laena and Daemon's show! marriage where they're miserable, and Rhaenyra is presented as this eternal love that Daemon will abandon his wife's memory for in a heartbeat during her own funeral. Just note that in the book Daemon's motive for marrying Laena wasn't clear, but Laena wasn't described as being miserable in her marriage. In fact, Daemon was quite loving and caring, even to her death day.

Also, when it comes to parenting, notice how Daemon is positioned all over the Strong boys and not Baela and Rhaena. He's not even uttered a single word to teen Baela and Rhaena directly in season 1.

Furthermore, Aegon and Helaena are very different in the show, with the emphasis being put on Aegon's infidelity instead of how he navigates his, need I say 'free', marriage with Helaena. It was always interesting how in the book Helaena seems hyper aware of his actions and responds with sass to people demanding she discover where Aegon is. It was not uncommon for princes to behave the way Aegon did in his marriage, but Aegon's conduct is treated as a unique case and a blemish on his character and Helaena's on the show, where even Daemon and his whores are offered more grace. The Dyana situation did not help their portrayal either.

And let's not forget Viserys and Alicent's marriage. Whereas in the book Viserys is said to do all that he could to please BOTH Alicent and Rhaenyra, the show hammers in the point that Viserys cares jack shit about Alicent. Even what he does to 'please' her, like letting Alicent choose who Helaena should marry instead of Rhaenyra, is never shown explicitly as an effort he makes to appease his wife. "I'm going to bed, Aemma" was also a painful and invented callback to Cersei and Robert's miserable marriage, despite of Alicent and Visery's marriage in the book and show being radically different from Cersei and physically abusive Robert.

Moreover, Viserys is somehow not allowed any scenes with his children with Alicent. Aegon and him especially have not spoken in depth at all, yet Aegon is the male heir he's always wanted and was willing to sacrifice his first wife Aemma for. And no, Visery's hostile interrogation of Aegon in ep 7 doesn't count as an interaction. Meanwhile, we have countless scenes of Viserys with Rhaenyra and Daemon.

On the family front, everyone that's NOT Viserys, Daemon or Rhaenyra look like losers.

Additionally, it goes without saying that ALL these changes have served to elevate Rhaenyra and Daemon as the ideal union and dynamic on the show. The general audience that have not read the books often see them as the symbol of an ideal couple and the media continues pushing this narrative as well.

All this leaves me wondering: what changes and sacrifices will they make with Nettles or even Alys and Aemond to maintain this image of Rhaenyra and Daemon that they have constructed and elevated as the ultimate power couple at the expense of other Fire and Blood relationships?

You know it is still possible to have other couples shine in their own right, and have their merits much as they are flawed...without taking from another couple. I don't think Ryan and Co believe in this concept, though. That is why other characters and their dynamics with others have been and will be compromised.

#hotd critical #laena velaryon #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #rhaena targaryen #baela targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #fire and blood #alys rivers #nettles #daemon × laena #viserys and alicent #helaegon #alysmond #dettles #daemon × nettles

[rhube]

The Problem with Gentle Critiques

This deserves a longer, more interesting post than I have the spoons to write, but:

I have been reflecting a lot lately on the fact that Pretty Woman offers huge and insightful critiques of capitalism that I Did Not Get as a child, and have completely missed until very recently.

It's a problem a lot of 80s movies have, where capitalists legitimately do bad things and are critiqued about it, but so much of the movie is spent wallowing in the luxuries rich people have that audiences do not absorb the critique.

One of the crucial plot arcs in Pretty Woman is about how the Richard Gere character is deeply unhappy until he meets Vivian (Julia Roberts) because he is *angry* at his father, and has been taking out that anger on others by buying up their businesses, breaking them up, and selling the 'valuable' remains for profit.

Vivian makes the insightful point that his company doesn't make anything, it only destroys, and that this is partly why Edward (Gere) remains deeply unhappy, and all the therapy in the world hasn't solved that. Just recognising that you're angry at your father changes nothing. You have to change the behaviours that perpetuate that damage as well.

Vivian is a force of socialist disruption wherever she goes.

Perhaps the most memorable moment of the movie is not the romance or the business plot or the sex work, but Vivian returning to the snooty shop where the women dismissed her because she looked 'cheap' (and probably they recognised her as a sex worker). These are women who work (unfairly) on commission. They're dismissive because they don't want to waste their time helping someone they've been trained to judge won't buy anything. So these are women who won't help another woman. They're women who want to keep as far away from sex workers as they can lest they be damaged by association. But if they had co-operated, they would have all raised each other up.

But I didn't get that.

I didn't get the point about big business and the fact that extracting capital actually destroys productivity because shareholders only care about their price going up, not about funding enterprises that benefit us all. Because the business plot is boring. Even though the business men in the movie are the most grotesque and easy to hate, because of how they treat Vivian, the critique of them as business men doesn't register, because what Edward's money buys is a lot more fun: the beautiful red dress, the fabulous hotel, 'rescuing' Vivian from her life of poverty and sex work.

I also didn't get the socialist undertones of the shopping interaction. What I felt - and what I think most of us feel when we watch that moment, where Vivian comes back in with her many bags and says 'Big mistake! Big! Huge!' isn't 'Workers should unite to protect each other' or 'Women must unite in solidarity with sex workers', instead, what we feel is visceral triumph over bullies and snobs. And what enables Vivian to triumph in that way is Edward's money, and how good and expensive she looks in the clothes his money enabled her to buy.

Because she does look good (in a very 80s way). So even though the film is really well made (it's a classic for a reason) and is doing all this subtle shit with how much more free and comfortable Vivian looks in her street clothes than either she or the shop workers look in their expensive, 'smart' clothes - even though there's this beautiful thematic work going on with how Vivian's character's sex work and free spirit embody actually living life and enjoying it sensuously, and how often the rich-people environments feel sterile and unwelcoming to us as well as her - it all gets lost, because she's also Cinderella.

And don't make the mistake of thinking I'm critiquing Cinderella, because I'm not. I *get* that we all need stories about being rescued sometimes. We shouldn't have to do it all ourselves. We can't. We need stories where the people with resources make the time to see us in our struggles and lift us up out of poverty and pain. I GET IT.

The point I'm making is that a film can do all this good work - it can work hard and skilfully to critique capitalism and say your feminism must include sex workers or it will be bullshit - and it can ALL GET LOST. Because subtle points don't register when the escapism is too inviting.

People will defend Lord of the Flies and Fight Club until the cows come home for having 'real' messages that are important and get missed under the emotional impact of how the story makes you feel, but they won't make the time to do the same for Pretty Woman or The Little Mermaid (another post I should make some time) because they're 'fairytales' and 'for women' and 'feel good'. So I definitely don't want to drag the film down.

It's more that I am, 30 years too late, having an 'OH, THAT'S what you were doing!' about a movie that was making some pretty great points, and I didn't get them until I experienced a company being destroyed to extract capital from the inside.

I didn't get it because, I think, we don't see the perspectives of the workers. The only suffering we see is Vivian's, and she's wrapped up in a fairytale where she's going to be rescued and live a life of luxury at the end. We don't see what made those sales assistants behave like dicks, even though the movie shows how working on commission in a luxury store *sucks*.

We don't get the perspective of the ordinary workers in the companies Edward destroys - only their CEO, who at the end of the day would actually be fine. The idea of losing a 'family' business that 'makes something' is abstract. The CEO never made anything with his own hands, even if he 'cares' about his workers.

And yeah, a single film can only do so much, but the issue is that it's a paradigmatic example of a wider problem - also seen in Lord of the Flies and Fight Club. Which is that if your message is overtaken by revelling in the thing you want to critique, all the audience will take away is that they enjoyed the revels.

We want to be Edward and Vivian, not the shop workers. We want to burn it all down, not critique toxic masculinity.

In a world where most people know the way capitalism operates is bad, Pretty Woman makes a powerful critique. In a world where we're constantly urged to worship money... it makes it look like having money is really nice. Like you get beautiful dresses and jewellery and to get back at your bullies.

I think too often, as writers (and I am speaking of myself here) we allow ourselves to be persuaded to hold back, because we don't think people will accept what we have to say if we say it too bluntly. But actually, there are people out there who need you to scream.

And I'm not saying that Fury Road is a better movie than Pretty Woman because it confronts the issues head on and screams them in your face. We do need both. We just get a lot more of one than the other; which sadly makes the more dominant kind of film less effective.

I guess I'm saying that if you want to make a point, subtlety doesn't cut it. If you want to change minds, to go against the grain, you have to be careful not to enjoy too much that which you critique.

If you want to critique billionaires, you can't make their lives look fun.

People remember Iron Man's gadgets and fabulous home, not the critique of arms dealing.

People remember Vivian's red dress and the defeat of bullies with money, not the importance of worker solidarity.

If you want people to remember your critique, you can't be subtle.

(OK, maybe I failed at writing the short version of this post.)

#pretty woman #fury road #iron man #fight club #anti-capitalism #capitalism #venture capitalists #gifs #film theory #writing

[swaps55]

the thought of a hannah shepard character study sends me WILD, i am obsessed with her. i think you write her so well - she's so INTERESTING because a lot of the things she does make absolutely no sense to me! i would die for a hannah shepard character study personally

I've been sitting on this ask only because I wanted to have the time and spoons to respond to it properly.

You have no idea how delighted I am that people find Hannah Shepard so compelling. She's an incredibly complicated character who is TOUGH to parse.

Because Opus is centered around Sam, and she's done some grievous harm to him that can't be undone, she's generally seen by most as an antagonist, someone undeserving of sympathy and very deserving of anger and judgement.

But I often think about how that might shift if she became the central character. I think the world looks very different through her eyes, and she's more of a victim than people realize.

She didn't want kids. She didn't want a family. But she got swept up in the whirlwind that was Daniel Shepard. Did Daniel force her to have a child? Not purposefully. There was no ill intent. But he treated it as a foregone conclusion, and Daniel, like Sam, gets target locked on one thing and often forgets the world around him. He wanted a child so badly, she let him convince her that she did too, because if he was so excited about it, how could it be a mistake?

But for her, it was, and it's a bell you can't unring. I think her decision to walk away, to distance herself from her family, was an act of self-preservation, and one she genuinely thought was the best thing for all of them. She failed Sam, no question, but I think in some pretty significant ways, Daniel failed her. He was so caught up in what he wanted, he didn't leave room for her own needs

She does love Sam, in her own way, but it isn't the kind of love he needs or wants. It's just all she was capable of giving. Her needs and Sam's fundamentally conflict. It's a tragic thing for both of them.

And love her or hate her, without Hannah, the reapers probably win. Hannah is the reason Sam got the biotic training he got. She is the reason he successfully became an N. She is a big part of the reason his career didn't die after Torfan. She advocated, bulldozed, and opened doors for him at every possibly opportunity. She may have failed him as a mother, but she would do anything to make sure he succeeds, and not for her own ego's sake. He isn't a legacy for her, even though Sam probably thinks that. She fights for him behind the scenes, and would do so at the expense of herself if needed. Will we get to see this in Opus? Maybe. I hope so.

Was any of what she did in the best interest of Sam? Probably not. But she was exactly what Commander Shepard, and therefore the galaxy, needed.

A big piece of the overall conflict in Opus centers on how Sam and Commander Shepard struggle so mightily to co-exist, and the ways in which the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. At every turn, Sam has to surrender his own well-being to Commander Shepard, because that's who the galaxy needs. Protecting Sam over Commander Shepard has a huge price. In the end, most everyone, even Kaidan, is forced to choose Commander Shepard over Sam. And Hannah Shepard's relationship with him is one of the lenses to examine that theme.

She's such an important and divisive character, and I love her.

#swaps replies #okaidanalenko #hannah shepard #'shoot it again sam' shepard #opus!verse

[sillylittlestoryblog]

Meet cute

Greg Hirsch x Reader

Warnings: its cheesy romcom stuff, english isnt my first language, this isnt canon to succession at all, might be somewhere season one but shiv is working at waystar, use of y/n

Fluff nothing more.

Summary: Reader is Shivs assistant and has to bring some secret documents to Toms new assistant. He is your bosses cousin and has been working at waystar only for a few weeks. You are more than curious to meet him.

Notes: i loveeee succession and i love Cousin Greg the egg. I am not ready for it all to end. And damn the last episode is gonna air one day before my birthday. Another reason to cry at my birthday…it happens every year. Also none of my friends are into succession ( such bad friends ) so if you want to be my succession bestie pls dm me. Thx for reading this. And if you like it, just so you know, comments are like long hugs to writers :)

A loud knock on your office door interrupted your work. For hours you sat on the same boring documents and your head was literally glowing. The day had not started very well. After you arrived late at the trainstation and had missed your train, you felt you already knew that today would be awful. As you walked out into the New York winter air with cold ears, you almost collided with someone else. Why didn't this giant pay more attention to where he was going?

At Starbucks you quickly bought an overpriced coffee and two bagels. One for you and one for your boss. You had overslept and didn't really have time for breakfast and even though you were actually quite good at your job, you could get fired at any time. Waystar was not known for treating its employees well. The longer you worked there the more you hated the company. But you couldn't just quit. You have to pay rent and have enough money to keep you and your two cats alive. You needed that job. That means, that it happened more than often that you had to skip eating or sleeping. The main thing is that your boss has her hot coffee and snacks on her expensive coffee table every morning. And you need to do your job as her assistant perfectly, without ever being late.

But most mornings she wasn't even in the office. you could only wonder what happened to the cold coffee.

About four hours after you ran sweaty and red-headed to your little office to spend the next few hours in front of your computer, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Heyy, Good Morning Y/N. Nice to see you. Can you please bring these to my husband on the other floor. I have a meeting now. See you.“

And away she went again. Shiv Roy had handed you a pack of documents, at least thats what you thought it was. You read the word confidential printed on the envelope in red color. Even tho you were in the middle of something, you decided to take a break and bring that envelope to Shivs husband.

You weren't sure where it suddenly came from, but on the way to the elevator you got a little nervous. Not only because of Shiv's somewhat strange husband. Tom Wabsgans had given you the ick from the beginning. He was tall and rich, like almost every other man who worked here. And yes money can make people a bit peculiar. But Tom... he was on another level. You had once heard him yell at a co-worker for "breathing too loudly". Also, there were rumors going around that he offered to give some employees a fortune, if they would be his "human furniture" for a week. If anyone in this building would claim that Tom had a piece of meat cut out of his own body to eat as a steak, no one would be surprised. You least of all. He gave you a strange feeling every time. But your nervousness came from something else.

The day before, Inej, one of your best friends who used the office next to yours, had whispered to you at lunch that she had seen tom's new assistant. She had grinned and said:

"so if I wasn't already in a happy committed relationship with this awesome guy, I would have given him my number for sure. Fuck Y/N, he's really cute."

Since this talk you had caught yourself wanting to know more about this guy. Because cute wasnt how you would describe most guys who worked for Logan Roy. Most of them where sleazy, moneyhungry guys with big watches and tailored suits. They catcalled all the women who worked with you, honestly you hated their guts.

Inej had sent you a message the night before. She'd heard from two of Tom's coworkers that the assistant was probably part of the Roy family. A cousin or nephew or something. If this rumor was true, then it was definitely the hottest gossip in ages.

The elevator ride didn't take long and with the envelope in your hand you walked confidently towards Tom's office. You had already raised your hand to knock on his office.

But it should not come so far, from the side came a great force that almost made you fall. But before you could curse again the shitty "all women must wear high heels rule" and hit the floor, someone held you by your waist.

"Oh god sorry. Uh. I'm really sorry about that."

You had no idea how you could have almost been knocked over for the second time today. You were kinda getting angry. Why was this day so awful.

"oh fuck, can't you be more careful?!"

When you turned to the side you almost regretted your loud harsh tone.

In front of you stood a tall guy, brown hair, crooked tie and an apologetic and quiet adorable puppy look on his face.

„So, uh, i m sorry. Truly? uh…Truliest.“

You didnt really know how to respond. Damn that guy is tall.

„Wait, uh, are you Y/N? You know because i, uh , i didnt stalk you or something, i saw you on a photo, this coworker, uh, i think her name was Inej, she showed me a picture, like of you guys, and - well i just assumed that might be, uh, you? And i…“

„What?“

„I am Greg, i uh work for Tom, and yeah so yesterday- i talked to this wom…“

„No i get that part. You really need to look where you are going…Greg.“

You were putting on a little smile. Inej was right, he was cute, and apparently also very clumsy. And nervous?

Greg was tucking his hair behind his ear. He didnt looked that shocked anymore. A small smile creeping on his face.

Damn. You really liked that face.

„I am really sorry, Y/N. I kinda, uh, feel like i owe you something?“

You were blushing. Nervously you looked down. He is so tall he probably can’t see the blushing like that.

„Would you maybe give this to Tom?- its from Shiv. And probably important.“

You handed him the envelope. You could have sworn your hands touched. You felt like cringing. This feels like you are in a stupid romcom. Stop blushing and smiling this isnt pride and prejudice.

If you hadn’t looked down while being flustered, you could have witnessed Greg’s cheeks turning a little red too.

Nervously he gave you a thumbs up.

„ sure. Uh - and, eh, maybe i could buy you something for lunch? I don’t know… there is this really cool pizza place i always wanted to go, i … sorry, maybe you don’t even like pizza. Eh i just thought we could maybe go there? And i would pay - obviously. -Not because i am a man or something, uh like i am a feminist and i believe you could pay for yourself, but, uh i you know almost knocked you over because i didnt look where i was going…“

His nervous rambling continued. Your little smirk turned into a genuin smile.

„Hey Greg.“

„Uh yeah?“

„I would love that.“

On the way back to your office, you forgot how horrible this day started. With a smile on your face you pushed the button to go up. Entering the elevator you looked around, he was still standing where you left him. Grinning to himself. You saw him looking back up to search for your face, right when the elevator doors closed in front of you.

#greg hirsch x reader #nicholas braun #nick braun #succession #fanfic writer #gregory hirsch #greg the egg #succession hbo #succession fan fiction #shiv roy #tom wambsgans #fluff #l to the og #greg hirsch #cousin greg #logan roy #ao3 author

[sebari-1004]

Uk supermarket tierlist because I saw a TikTok and their tierlist was simply wrong so here is mine

1. Lidl, cheap and not as crowded as Aldi. Very similar stuff but with a better overall vibe. Love Lidl <3 Get the app for shopping and get your partner in crime to get the app too but only use one of yours, every season or so they’ll hand out £5 off vouchers if you’re not a regular user of the app. The cat treats are good too. They’ve recently increased their cat food selection to have some more common brands now which is good too. Their own brand licki licks are the best bang for your buck on the market and highly worth trying for picky cats or cat meds.

2. Aldi, go there if you can’t go to Lidl. It’s too loud and crowded for me and the queues are annoying. I’m honestly not a fan. The queues remind me of primarks a Saturday. The stuff is cheap though

3. Sainsburys, go there when you’re feeling fancy ✨ genuinely though I go there once every so often for a special shopping experience. The blueberries are MASSIVE. Don’t get scammed by the garlic chives though, they’ll register as 2.25 but they’re actually £2.00. They have a decent cat food selection, a lot of fancier stuff too like Blink and scrumbles.

4. Asda, you go here when you need some specific and Aldi / Lidl don’t sell it. The vibes are fine, it’s not too crowded but it’s realll expensive for somewhere that used to be affordable, thanks for that one rishi (you don’t deserve my capital letters, you improper noun). The cat food selection here is okay but should be better. There’s not much range here but they have your classics like whiskas and felix.

5. Home bargains, SO MUCH FUN. Like fuck actually getting groceries, this is the trip of a lifetime. Don’t go there too often cause the novelty will wear off but god damn if the shit isn’t cheap and handy. Good for the occasional stroll, recommend going once every 6 months for funsies. You can go more often if you’re rich like that but we can’t afford that in this household. Limited cat food options, a lot of weirder unknown brands and paste texture cat food which hashbrown refuses to eat.

6. Morrisons is here next for sentimental value. Also breakfast was good here as a child and I like how much stuff they have. I like their cat food range but it’s not as good as Sainsburys.

7. Tesco, my fellow brits will hate me for this one but I don’t like the vibes of Tesco. The people there are just as poor as me but give off the vibe of feeling too proud to go to Lidl, like suck it up, the red bell peppers are 59p and the ones at my Lidl are huge. I weigh them sometimes for fun and they’re around 300grams, just go to Lidl. Decent selection of cat food too and they do seem to care about the price and affordability of it.

8. Green Co op, stuffs hella expensive for some reason and you can’t use the green co op card in the blue co op and vide versa which is really annoying but my sister likes going here so it’s eighth. The sweet selection is fine though.

9. Blue co op, we don’t need blue co op

10. Marks and Spencers, bomb cookies and gift stuff. Not much else, too expensive and we aren’t here living the lavish life.

Dishonourable mentions

11. Iceland, decent cakes but why go here when the range sells them too and the range is so much more fun to look through

12. Waitrose, who can afford this and why haven’t we eaten them for sustenance yet???

#supermarket #uk #tierlist #that’s it #bye bye~

[bfpnola]

introductory excerpts on intercommunalism:

Introduction

Intercommunalism is an ideology which was adopted by the Oakland chapter of the Black Panther Party after its turn away from revolutionary nationalism in 1970. According to Huey P. Newton the development of intercommunalism was necessary "because nations have been transformed into communities of the world."[1] Intercommunalists believe that most forms of nationalism are obsolescent, because international corporations and technologically advanced imperialist states have reduced most nations down to a series of discrete communities which exist to supply an imperial center, a situation called reactionary intercommunalism. They also believe this situation can be transformed into revolutionary intercommunalism and eventually communism if communities are able to link "liberated zones" together into a united front against imperialism.[2] Intercommunalism is a lesser-known aspect of the Panthers' legacy as much of its development occurred at the height of the party's suppression and reorientation towards survival programs.[3][4][5]

Reactionary Intercommunalism

Newton believed that imperialism had developed into a stage of reactionary intercommunalism. Reactionary intercommunalism is typified by the development of a tiny community of elites with a monopoly on technology and state power within a single hegemonic empire (currently the United States).[15][5]

This 'ruling circle' is different from the Bourgeoisie, which the Panthers treated as a much broader phenomenon. Newton said that "[t]here are very few controllers even in the white middle class. They can barely keep their heads above water, they are paying all the bills, living hand-to-mouth, and they have the extra expense of refusing to live like Black people." The Black bourgeoisie in particular is a "fantasy bourgeoisie" which could be rallied to a revolutionary cause through sufficient education.[12]

The ruling circle's monopoly on technology and education is important to maintaining reactionary intercommunalism, as it prevents the rest of the world's communities from fulfilling their material needs independently of the center, leaving them dependent on the Empire for advancement.[15] The ruling circle uses 'peaceful co-optation' more often than military invasion to reinforce its aims.[5]

Reactionary intercommunalism allows for no independent national sovereignty, as the dominance of the global hegemon means that all nations bend to the 'weight' of its interests.[4] Instead nations have been reduced down to constituent communities, or "a small unit with a comprehensive collection of institutions that exist to serve a small group of people." Each of these communities "want to determine their own destinies," but can only do so by joining into a revolutionary bloc. All of the communities have no superstructure apart from global capitalism, and while they have different economic conditions they are all 'under siege' by the same forces.[15][4][5][10][9]

Newton believed that if allowed to continue, reactionary intercommunalism would bring more and more of the world's population into the lumpenproletariat, including white workers. However he did not think that this would end racism, in fact he thought white workers would increasingly blame their exploitation on minorities, especially the increasingly proletarianised third world.[5]

Revolutionary Intercommunalism

Intercommunalists believe that Revolutionary Intercommunalism will come about when communities are able to break the technological monopoly of the center. Through technology, communities would be able to solve material contradictions and "develop a culture which is essentially human." Even though the Panthers disavowed the nation-state as a viable form of revolutionary political struggle, they continued to support state socialist countries such as China, North Vietnam and North Korea against American Imperialism. Indeed, they were considered the vanguard of revolutionary intercommunalism through liberating territories and establishing provisional governments ahead of the global turn towards revolutionary intercommunalism.[16] However such states could still be co-opted into reactionary intercommunalism through the introduction of western markets.[5]

While the party no longer believed in Black nationalism, they continued to believe that Black Americans would play a special role within the struggle for revolutionary intercommunalism. Due to the Atlantic slave trade, Newton believed that Black Americans were the "first real internationalists" due to their mixed cultural origin and wide dispersal among a range of communities. Since he believed Black Americans constituted a significant force for revolution within the United States, and the destruction of the United States seemed to be a prerequisite for world revolution, the Panthers continued to view Black Americans as "the vanguard of the world revolution."[17]

Criticism

Intercommunalism was strongly opposed by some Black Panthers, especially those invested in the Party's strategy of forming internationalist alliances with foreign states. Cleaver denounced the Oakland chapter as the 'right wing' of the party for their rejection of guerrilla warfare. Assata Shakur was also critical of the theory's rejection of nationalism, saying that "The problem [with intercommunalism] was that someone had forgotten to tell these oppressed communities they were no longer nations." Others, like Mumia Abu-Jamal thought that intercommunalism was a terrible rhetorical strategy, as few understood the theory and many disliked Newton's public speaking. The differences over intercommunalism were also exacerbated by FBI wire-tapping and fake letters sent between the Oakland and Algiers sections of the party.[9]

#intercommunalism #communalism #black panther party #theory #marxist #leftist #dialectical materialism #black power #history #bipoc #united states #wikipedia

[hologramcowboy]

https://startefacts.com/news/ready-set-aww-danneel-ackles-reveals-how-she-knew-jensen-was-the-one_a136

This whole article is actually gross. Romanticizing her forcing an unscripted kiss to shoot her shot it gross.

Being the confident woman that she is, she decided to kiss Jensen in one of the scenes, even though "that was not scripted."

The scene in question is the one at the end of the movie where Tish (Danneel's character) walks up to Priestly (played by Jensen) and gives him a kiss.

According to the actress, Jensen knew that the kiss was not in the script. No wonder Priestly looks so (pleasantly) surprised in that scene! Who wouldn't be?

Danneel said that the reason for her girlbossing was that she just understood that she "had to do something else, or it would be too late." This is a clear example of feminism working for you, folks!

Kissing someone when they aren’t expecting it and you aren’t sure if they want it while you’re on camera doing your job is not “girlbossing” and it defiantly is NOT feminism. It’s the exact thing men do to women all the time and people point out how wrong it is. There is nothing cute about this story. What makes it worse it that it’s not even completely factual. I mean, maybe that was their first kiss, I don’t know, but the fact that this gross story is what they have chosen as their lie? Tells you all you need to know about them as individuals and a couple.

I can debunk her claim easily and so can anyone in touch with the industry:

As an Actor/Actress there is no universe in which it is okay to make any type of intimate move towards your co-star prior to setting boundaries during rehearsal and asking for their clear definite permission and limits. I repeat, invading personal space, suddenly touching, kissing etc your scene partner by surprise is strictly forbidden and the #metoo movement has plenty of stories that prove my point. Again, no professional actor will EVER invade their scene partner's space or boundaries. Unless they are a creep or lack balance. Even if your co star likes you or is your friend, spouse, whatever, when it comes to acting boundaries are everything and everything is talked about prior during rehearsal and most of the time in the presence of an intimacy coach. So, not sure why these people are publicizing this story, all it shows is that Jensen got harassed on set. That poor man gets objectified and preyed upon so often he ended up thinking that's what love is. This is endlessly sad.

Secondly, this script was written by a woman for a woman centered audience, in which universe do you all think the kiss was not written? Please find a copy of the script.

Thirdly, if the kiss was unplanned why did the camera perfectly frame and capture it? 🤣 Were the crew men psychic? 🤦🏼‍♀️ I mean, I get wanting to level up the Ackles image because they have zero credibility, affability and chemistry but Danneel, if you are going to lie about something to make yourself look good once again at Jensen's expense, at least do your research. Any coach, director, casting director, etc. etc. will tell you straight off that touching, insinuating, kissing, etc all gestures, choices that invade personal space and boundaries are a huge no no without consent. I am so appalled that people are publicizing this. Do you all even realize the negative message you are sending to Actors everywhere? They already have very little to feel safe about, please don't add to it and instead of buying into whatever crap Danneel tries to sell, do your research. Research is King.

Let me reinforce this once more: If you overstep boundaries of your fellow actors (I don't f* care if they are your spouse, brother, cousin, etc), you should get professional help before ever stepping unto a stage/set/audition room floor again. You are what is deeply wrong with this industry. Finally, while Jensen is endlessly beautiful, he does not deserve to be treated like a fish you are trying to catch, Danneel, you are just like any other obsessed fan girl, you view him as an object so much so you kissed him forcefully. ( Yet again you prove you have no love in you). Also, you were set to marry Riley so if YOU chose to forcefully kiss Jensen you chose to willfully betray the man that was the supposed love of your life at the time without a second thought, without scruples. IF the kiss thing is true, because, as stated above, I highly, highly doubt it was not scripted and have very valid reasons to think so.

Moral of the story is: next time you feel like lying, remember there are professional people who have experience in your field, that will see you for the pitiful impostor you are.

#anti danneel ackles #anti danneel #anti jenneel

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Sugar and spice

My dear friend @lordoftherazzles has been good enough to submit a prompt.

As Razzy is a known and very skilled Bagginshielder, I have done my best to write a small treat for her with her blorbos.

I love you and I hope this makes you smile!

Words: 1,4 k

Warnings: Cursing and slight sexual innuendo

Characters: Bagginshield

Bilbo stared at his reflection in the mirror and decided that his cream-coloured button-down and the matching tan formal trousers were good enough for the ominous blind date he had been browbeaten into by his dear cousin Primula.

As far as he had understood the good woman – he had to admit that he had not entirely paid attention to her lengthy explanation – she and an unnamed friend of hers had organised what Primula was sure would turn out to be a very successful date.

With a deep sigh, Bilbo admitted that he loved his cousin more than he had ever told her and thus, he finally had agreed – not without putting up a little bit of a fight to keep things interesting, of course – to attend the proposed dinner in a shockingly expensive downtown restaurant that would be entirely financed by her magnanimous generosity.

Naturally, he found it incredibly insulting that she seemed so offended by his single status that she’d rope in not one but two other people to amend said circumstance, but he also knew that she meant well; moreover, he trusted her not to have chosen a complete dud. How bad could it be?

As soon as – upon arriving at the excessively upscale eatery – he informed the stuffy headwaiter of his arrival though and was consequently led to a secluded table – candles, cloth napkins, and the whole spiel in glaring evidence – he had to bite back a guffaw.

“Good evening Thorin,” he greeted casually and stretched out a jovial hand for the other man to shake.

“I should have known,” Thorin grinned with a boyish grimace that made his handsome face light up with mischief.

“I take it that the mysterious friend is Knitting-circle-Ori then,” Bilbo commented as he handed over his coat to the waiting server who did his best not to betray any kind of emotion.

Rifling through his hazy memories, Bilbo tried to recall the exact words Primula had used upon explaining how she had set up this romantic farce.

“You know him?” Thorin asked as he tapped his finger against his empty glass to signal his wish for another beer.

“We are in the same book club, yes,” Bilbo acquiesced without looking up from the wine menu; a dry white wine might do the trick, he thought, and promptly ordered a glass of crisp Pinot Gris from his favourite vineyard.

“He’s distant kin,” Thorin explained glumly. “Who is his co-conspirator?”

“My cousin Primula; she’s very close kin to me.” Bilbo couldn’t suppress his grin when Thorin’s face froze into a mask of shocked betrayal; apparently, Primula was known to him and he – like many a man before him – had been duped by her rosy complexion and her easy smiles.

“We met at a dart championship,” Thorin muttered morosely. “I’d never have thought her capable of such duplicity.”

He seemed visibly impressed with the devious machinations of two of the most placid and easy-going people in their lives, but Bilbo realised just as clearly that Primula and Ori had overlooked one crucial point: if they knew one another as well as their chosen victims, how on earth had they expected Bilbo and Thorin never to have met one another?

It was true that they had never spoken much, but – as two men past their prime who were interested in other men – they had necessarily crossed paths before.

“Well, you strike me as the kind of man who’d frequent this kind of establishment more often than me,” Thorin then said amiably, “so I defer to your wisdom. I cannot make head nor tail of half the things on the menu.”

As an avid foodie, Bilbo was in his element right away and they spent the next minutes sipping their drinks and philosophising about the truly awful names the wanna-be-trendy restaurant had slapped upon the most mundane of dishes.

When the much put-upon waiter finally had secured their orders, Bilbo leaned back in his chair and eyed Thorin with unabashed interest. He had believed himself past the age where bad boys in black shirts made his heart beat faster, but the quick wit and sparkling humour the man sitting across from him hid so masterfully under a thick layer of blasé pugnaciousness made his stomach clench with another kind of hunger.

Despite the silver streaks adorning that raven hair, Thorin could boast cheekbones one could cut cheese with and bright blue eyes that glinted with every word he spoke; he was a handsome man and moreover, surprisingly good company.

Indeed, the dinner ended up being – as predicted by a smug Primula – truly delightful. In truth, Bilbo generally dreaded overly formal settings and Thorin’s outspoken impatience with the pomp chased away much of the breathless, muted tension these establishments cultivated like precious fungi.

“Do you think they’ll check on us?” Thorin drawled, letting his eyes wander across the tastefully decorated room. Mindful of the potential scrutiny of the orchestrators of this date, they had decided to share a platter of miniature desserts – all of them delicious and disgracefully tiny – and were presently fighting discreetly for the last bite of mousse au chocolat.

He might have been an expert at throwing pointy things at cork boards, but Thorin was no match for Bilbo with a spoon and so he had to admit his defeat and withdraw, watching that gooey treasure disappear behind soft, plush lips.

The sound of sensual pleasure escaping Bilbo as he truly savoured his victory made Thorin’s skin tingle and he almost ordered another mousse just to hear it again; it had been some time since he had heard such bone-melting sounds fall like summer berries from the inviting, shapely mouth of another man who was neither an idiot nor a cold-blooded player.

“I guess that Primula will not be able to resist,” Bilbo finally replied, the tip of his tongue tracing his bottom lip slowly to make sure that he had not missed a single crumb of the sugary goodness they had just indulged in.

“Should we…” Thorin fell silent again, but he saw the echo of his own devious plan flare in those vivid, hazel eyes. A ferocious grin stretched across Bilbo’s soft, gentle face as he nodded ponderously.

“Yes,” he said, “yes, indeed, I think we should make them pay for their ill-advised idiocy!”

The restaurant sat at the end of a cul-de-sac like a plump housecat, but there were plenty of pubs and bars further up the street; it did not take long for the improbable couple to catch a glimpse of their respective tormentors, huddled by the front window of a cosy ice-cream parlour.

“What do you propose?” Bilbo asked, tilting up his face adoringly at Thorin while making sure that the yellowish light from the nearby streetlamp fell squarely on his soft features to make sure that his persiflage of an enamoured expression could easily be caught by the two knitting-needle-wielding fiends across the street.

“I don’t know,” Thorin replied without moving his mouth overmuch for fear that either one of their spectators would be able to read his lips. “How far are you willing to go?”

A small twitch of that button nose as Bilbo was pondering the question furiously made him lift his massive paw to cup Bilbo’s soft, beardless cheek and caress it with a lazy swirl of his cool thumb.

“Kiss me,” Bilbo then breathed, getting increasingly caught-up in a fantasy of his own making. “Do it as if you meant it!”

His eyes fluttered shut dramatically as Thorin bent down in slow-motion.

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Thorin muttered into the steadily diminishing space between his own lips and Bilbo’s. “I’ll get back that last bit of mousse yet!”

Before Bilbo could either laugh or protest, firm lips – warm and surprisingly tender – were pressed against his own; his fingers flew up to card through that unexpectedly soft beard while his other hand clawed itself into a solid, strong shoulder.

Who would have thought that playing darts against Primula gave one that kind of body?

As Thorin deepened the kiss, his own hands coming to rest possessively on the small of Bilbo’s back, every rational thought of retribution and vengeful pretence flew apart.

Suddenly, the very same indecently tremulous sound slipped out of Bilbo’s mouth and melted in a cloud of chocolate and sugar on Thorin’s tongue.

“Fuck them,” Thorin groaned, tightening his hold on Bilbo’s soft body. “They might well have been right, damn them!”

“Thorin?” Bilbo looked up almost shyly, his tongue darting out once more to check his lips for overlooked delicacies. “You’ll never guess what is sitting in my fridge.”

“Please say it’s a mousse,” Thorin begged; in truth, he didn’t care one bit. All he really wanted was for this fake date not to end just yet.

“It’s a blueberry one,” Bilbo, pulling himself up by slinging his arms around Thorin’s neck, purred seductively into his ear. “Interested?”

So, @fellowshipofthefics, this was the third for today. @sunnyrosewritesstuff, I'll get onto yours as soon as I'm up and about again tomorrow.

Lots of love from me <3

#og post #fotfics #january trope roulette #fellowship of the fics #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien #Modern!Au #Bagginshield #Thorin #Bilbo #Thilbo #Blind date #first kiss #mousse au chocolat #hints and references #pastiche and persiflage #I love you Razzy

[the-comfort-den]

Actually, can I have the bitty character sheet of all grillby types you have? If you are willing I mean.

Sure! :3 ima only do the ones on the list instead of all of them- if you want more aus of Grillby just send another ask!

Note: while the first line when stating where they work is info about them and not them as bitties! And none of them are dating their muffets, if they work with their muffets they have a purely platonic or just a work relationship with her,

also they all own their places of business idk why i didn't state that but i don't feel like fixing it lol(the ones that say they work with Muffet co-own it with her)

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Grillby: he ofc owns his bar and grill

They're super chill and selectively mute! With some not speaking for years at a time! They love to help in the kitchen and will happily share recipes they know/find and always keep track of what their owners like/dislike/are allergic to and will also keep track of other bitties they or their owner cooks for! They get alone with Sans(and Sans types for the most part) so they're good bitties to house together and the Sans can help them cool off when someone rubs them the wrong way!(Like muffet bitties(say for swap variants lol)

Note: they arent a fan of narcicistic or self centered bitties/people or people that cook for others without regard!(like not making sure they arent allergic to it or actually like the food)

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Potassium(Fell Grillby): He works at a bar and grill,

They're full of sass and often have a slight god complex, though its more like 'if you're mean then you arent worth my time', and they will see plenty of other bitties and their owners as their equals! Though they are often very short with Muffet types(say for Swap Muffets) and prefer to stay away from them, they don’t like their attitudes! They do like picking on others but wont if it upset them, they want it to be fun for both sides!

They're fire is purple!

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Carmine(Swap Grillby): He's a baker ofc,

They are eccentric as fuck and can be super dramatic, but in the theater kid way, they love to bake and often will try to make baked goods for others! Luckily the worse they'll do is use their own fire to cook them if they cant get stuff into the oven or find other creative ways to bake! They get along well with swap muffets and love working with them! Helping them with the cooking while they'll help with the baking! Though they have a massive sweet tooth and kinda hates anything that isnt sweet- the best way to get them to each other stuff is by glazing(or drenching) it with honey or maple or some other kind or syrup! Though wet food can make it take more energy to 'digest' than to just not eat, so be careful! Though their fire burns hotter than other grillby's so they can take wetter food than others(which is good for them with their moist cakes lol)

They do hate dull colors and LOVE bright colors, even if they clash a bit lol

Their fire is usually the same as Tale grillby's! Or may lean a lil red!

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Lithium(SwapFell Grillby): He works as a baker,

They prefer working with muffet bitties unlike most Grillby's! though they prefer swap variants as they find non swap muffets to be to greedy to bother with, but they like to bake while the muffet cooks! But that doesn’t mean they cant cook! Lithiums are very good cooks! They have reaaallly expensive taste, and want their food to look just as good as it tastes and wants at least their area to look very aesthetically pleasing! Their chosen aesthetics are more gothic and they like dark themes! They also have expensive taste with their aesthetics too, If it’s expensive and elegant then they will indeed favor it over normal more modern and useful tools, and they arent afraid of having to do a bit more work!

Warning! They are known to poison the food of people they don’t like- and they will make spicy treats, though if they like you they'll make treats more to your taste for you!

Their fire is white with gold accents!

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Strontium(FellSwap Grillby): He isnt a cook or a baker, he actually run a library!

So of course as a bitty they'd love to read and be around books and other readers in general, They hate people that would tear, bend, fold, or otherwise damage a book or people that steal books and even as a bitty they arent afraid to hunt someone down for the disrespect of books/library workers! And arent always the most 'passive' about it either, though even then they almost never come back injured even though there is most likely quiet a large height difference- they love the dark academia aesthetic and often refuse to dress in anything other than a good tailored suit, often keeping a pocket watch on hand to check the time and tucking a notebook into their suit jacket along with a pen to take notes and keep track of things, this often makes them perfect to help with time management and keeping to a schedule! They like savory foods but arent super picky,

Their fire is black with silver accents!

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Nebula(Outer Grillby): He works in a bakery,

They make super airy pastries and they're favorite bread to make is cloud bread because with a little bit of food coloring it's soooo pretty! They're super chill and like all outer bitties/characters they can float! They can get alone with almost any bitty and don’t even mind aggressive or territorial bitties as they can just float away when they're getting snippy lol, though if they or another bitty is being abused they arent afraid to burn someone, and when enraged they grow in size significantly! So when I say burn I mean like 3rd degree months in the hospital type burns-

Their fire often changes a lot but is usually mostly dark blue with bright or pastel colored accents!

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Constellation(OuterFrell Grillby): He works at a bar and is a bartender, and works with Muffet, she cooks/bakes while he handles the drinks and the drunk pricks that try to flirt with her, they also sell edibles(tho they're pure weed and to help others relax or just vibe while being baked)

They like swap and outerfell Muffets! Since other muffets tend to be pretty greedy and self centered, but if they arent he gets alone with them well, they do have a habit of flirting with sans types, they are very tidy and hate it when theres a big mess, he gets it if you have trouble cleaning though and doesn’t mind helping clean up or cleaning up after others! He knows when to much is to much when it comes to alcohol or drugs so is surprisingly good for alcoholics or drug addicts, he's no nonsense but can take a joke and can crack a few himself! He just wont take someones bullshit, they're very good at reading people and can tell if someones a good person or 'worth hanging around' within a few seconds!

Their fire changes colors often but is usually mostly a dark red with gold, silver, and coper accents,

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Solar(OuterSwap Grillby): he runs an ice cream parlor and runs it with his au's Muffet, who bakes!

They're super chill and super friendly, they arent afraid of making friends and will try to befriend just about anyone tbh, they like swap muffet types and ofc have a preference for outerswap muffets! Though somehow manage to befriend other muffets despite they're more greedy natures, though they are also easy to take advantage of- so be careful when they're around bitties that will take advantage of them!

Their fires change a lot but is usually a sorta pastel blue with white and pastel accents!

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Jupiter(OuterSwapFell Grillby): He runs a full on restaurant! He runs it with his Muffet and they're both chefs, though Muffet handles the desserts unless it's busy and he needs help, the restaurant is similar to long horn stake house, but with a very space theme :] like, even the chairs float and theres string lights everywhere, he and his muffet both did the decorating!

They hold themselves with the utmost confidence! They arent afraid to speak their mind and arent afraid to Gordon Ramsey a situation if they think that would do get the best outcome, but that doesn’t mean they cant be understanding and sweet when they need to be! Though if anyone hurts someone they care about, even if it's just verbally, they arent afraid to scorch someone! Though they usually call a few burns a warning, and they arent afraid to turn someone into a burn victim if they keep pushing their luck,

Their fire changes a lot, but is usually a dark purple with silver accents,

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Sapce(OuterFellSwap Grillby): he owns a winery!

They are wine connoisseurs! And are very knowledgeable in many other types of alcohols and spirits! They are almost always dressed in a suit, though an older styled one(like a 1930s swing vest) and ususally doesn’t have their suit jacket on or they have it over their shoulders, but not properly on, they hate when their clothes get dirty and hate not being around someone that doesn’t at least enjoy a good wine cooler maybe once or twice a month, even if you don’t drink it they like it if you at least have an interest or at least let them basically info dump(but they always call it informing even if it really is just info dumping),

Their fair changes a lot but is usually a rich orange color with yellow and/or white accents

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Salsa(Dancetale Grillby): He owns a dance studio and teaches people the salsa and similar dances!

They are a little flirty and is almost always dressed to dance! With fitted pants and an unbuttoned shirt(that is usually sheer/see through or silk) tucked into their pants to show his chest(idk why salsa dancers do that but mm(in a good way))(also not all of them do that I wanna clarify), though if it makes others uncomfortable they will button up their shirt/get a more opaque shirt, they like to dance pretty often, even if its not the salsa, and love to teach others the dances they know!

Their fire is a lighter orange color than Tale grillby,

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Twirl(Dancefell Grillby): He owns a dance studio and teaches people the waltz!

They are almost always dressed to the nines, even in their lounge wear, and they have pretty expensive taste in clothes, food, and living spaces! So they arent a cheep bitty to have, and they prefer to have some sort of academia or royal aesthetic to their living space, which they do need one(though they come with a decently sized house for them, its like doll house sized of course! And is like a mini mansion- so even though its 'small' its not exactly- well, small-) and they say they prefer bitties they hang around to have similar taste, though do also get along with sans types so the preference isnt actually a preference lol, they just want to keep their image, that is until they decide to flirt with another bitty that definitely doesn’t share their aestetic(which is ususally a Sans type)

Their fire is a lilac purple

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Spin(Danceswap Grillby): He owns a dance studio and teaches people swing and jazz dances!

They are energetic and love swing music! They're always dressed like they're in the 1920s/1930s! They are super friendly and will happily shake hands and befriend just about anyone, they also tend to talk with lingo from around the early 1900s, so keep that in mind as they also tend to not quite get newer lingo! Even slag from the 60s 70s or 80s confuses them at times! But they get the hang of it after awhile, they love dancing in groups and will throw parties if there are any other bitties in the house willing to dance with them! They don’t care if they have a dance partner either, they will happily dance by themselves or with anyone and everyone! They'll even happily dance with their owners if they let them!

Their fire is a semi light yellow color

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Sulfur(Raging Wars Grillby):(please I love my au/s) He owns a bar and grill, and works with his au's Muffet, she bakes and waits tables while he cooks and handles the alcohol/bar, he's not really a fire monster he's like a cinder monster, but like hot ones and can sometimes be on fire when angry or just feeling a strong emotion!

They're selectively mute and are fluent in sign(asl to be specific), and tends to let his au's Muffet do the talking, or anyone else honestly, they prefer just using sign or writing down what they want to say, they're pretty tolerant but if someone's threatening or tries to hurt someone they care about they arent afraid to send someone to the hospital, I want to remind everyone this is still technically a horror au(well, inspired by horror/fell/horrorfell/a bit of dust for the 'aesthetic' with plenty of my own ideas) lol, so Sulfer/s arent afraid to eat an 'unruly' person either, so be careful if you are in an abuse situation or you might just get some 'mystery meat' that they would only be happy to cook(or get rid of some other way if you'd prefer)

His cinders are a rich black and he's usually glowing slightly like hot coal, when he's on fire his fire is a red/orange depending on how much he's burning,

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Phoenix(BirdTale Grillby): Adding on to the other card here! They like other bitties with wings ofc, they like having a flock! They need dust baths since water can cause them pain and to turn to ash a bit, so don’t try to give them a birdbath- they would rather clean themselves with dirt than have to deal with having to regrow all their feathers and maybe parts of their body depending on how long they stay in water-

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Since this ask came in before I added 3 more Grillby's ima leave them out XD that and there's already so many and I added more to Phoenix here lmfao

#undertale #bittybones #undertale bitty #grillby bitty #underfell bitty #underswap bitty #swapfell bitty #fellswap bitty #outertale bitty #outerfell bitty #outerswap bitty #outerswapfell bitty #outerfellswap bitty #dancetale bitty #dancefell bitty #danceswap bitty #birdtale bitty #raging wars bitty #underfell #underswap #swapfell #fellswap #outertale #outerfell #outerswap #outerswapfell #outerfellswap #ranging wars au #birdtale #dancetale

[picapicamagpie]

Time to spill some more headcanons all over the place below v v

🪶Cadence cannot cook for crap, while Klaus is quite good at it. He resolves to teach her after horrifyingly learning that she lives mostly off take aways and ready meals

🪶Birds don’t taste spice, so Cadence regularly eats the spiciest of food unknowingly. Once Klaus teaches her how to prepare salads, he regretfully learns this

🪶Cadence is your typical insecure mess who tries to hide it behind her ego. Raised in a less fortunate family, she dreamed of Redshore as if it were a fairy tale. It falls apart quite spectacularly when she gets there as she always pushes for more. Most everything she does is out of a desire to be loved, though she often self-sabotages her own efforts as she feels undeserving. She takes the message of “achieve your dreams!” too literally and will often stop at nothing to get what she wants, often at the expense of others. Klaus ends up being the only one she couldn’t throw aside. I think Klaus just doesn’t mesh well with a perfect adorable sweetheart, he needs someone as “problematic” as he is. Cadence is elegant, determined, and sophisticated, but deep down she is manipulative and cunning, but even deeper down she has a good heart. Mostly. Like Klaus, it just takes a while to reach it

🪶Proboscis monkeys are great swimmers so Klaus used to be into swimming, back in his prime

🪶The reason Klaus is so hard on his students is multifaceted - he had a strict upbringing himself and truly believes this is the only way to get good. He also had to retire as a dancer early, becoming a choreographer instead. I’m 50/50 on whether he’s hard on his students out of jealousy, or out of desire to see them take the opportunities he never got. Maybe a mixture of both

🪶Cadence and Klaus often go to museums, ballet, and opera together. Cadence can’t really get into opera but she tries to enjoy it for Klaus. I think they would absolutely do something snobby like wine tasting together. They both love classical music, and Cadence also likes jazz

🪶Klaus was particularly hard on Johnny because, in his eyes, Johnny had not earned his place there. All the other students, like Ryan, had trained hard to get into his class while Johnny was there simply because he’s in tight with the boss (Buster, who himself was in tight with Jimmy at the time). Additionally, dance - the craft he dedicated his life to - was being treated like something easy and rather trivial; “here’s this kid who’s never danced in his life, but he can learn it all in a couple of weeks!” I imagine Klaus felt his craft was being insulted, but couldn’t take his anger out on Buster or Jimmy at risk of being sacked, so Johnny got his wrath. (I’m not excusing how Klaus acted, because it was unprofessional af, this is just how he might have seen it)

🪶Both of them were bullied in their youth. Klaus was for his appearance (his size and his nose), and Cadence for being poor and magpies being... generally disliked birds. Magpie supersition/stereotypes range from being sneaky thieves, to murderers, to some places believing the magpie is literally the devil in bird form

🪶Cadence absolutely hates costume jewellery (when glass is coloured to look like gemstones). Probably because the thought of something cheap and commonplace imitating something expensive and valuable hits a little too close to home?

🪶Klaus is extroverted but fine with his own company. Cadence is also extroverted but more insecure, needing the company of others more often

🪶Klaus doesn’t open up to people easily and his grumpy attitude is how he is most of the time; Cadence sees his softer side only because she’s known him for over a decade, the two having been co-stars

🪶Cadence doesn’t actually hang out with the Moon troupe that much, she mostly hangs around rehearsals to watch Klaus teach

🪶Klaus and Cadence bring out both the best and worst in each other. They each inspire the other to do better and be better animals, but they’ll also egg each other on. I imagine that when Klaus was upset about Johnny, Cadence was 100% “oh yeah you have every right to be upset, I would be. You should do something about it.”  Or if Cadence is upset, Klaus will be like “you should try to steal their role” and Cadence will be all “yeah you’re right”

🪶The prejudices around magpies continue to bother her, and though she loves Klaus, she worries that their status as an interspecies couple will effect their future e.g. adopting kids

#long post lol #cadence #sing #sing 2 #sing oc #sing 2 oc #self ship #self insert #klaus kickenklober #sing headcanons

[college-girl199328]

Sam’s life of crime started in the cheese section of his local grocery store about seven months ago. The plan for dinner was to make fettuccine alfredo for him and their two young children recipe called for a block of cheddar. But the brand-name, nothing-remotely-fancy cheese he was poised to put in his cart was good enough.

Surveying more premium cheeses, all Sam could think about was that the prices, driven ever higher by inflation, were seemingly double what they had been the month before. If everyone has a breaking point, the cheese. He put a higher-end cheddar in his cart, headed for the self-checkout and meticulously scanned each item, save for the cheese held to the scanner with the barcode turned away.

It was an act of brazen grocery store banditry perpetrated by an otherwise honest, home-owning, gainfully employed, educated parent without a criminal past.

“I was like, ‘Screw it, I don’t care, I am taking the cheese,’ and that was the first thing I took.” Sam — not his real name — has since graduated to stealing bread and meat. He lives in southwestern Ontario and typically works. He doesn’t wear a phony moustache or some other will boldly, albeit politely, chat up store employees, some of whom he has come to know in that way come to know the local grocery store workers we see every few days but don’t really know at all.

His goal as a thief is to knock 25 percent off each bill. Every nickel he doesn’t spend at the self-checkout is redirected toward pressing household expenses: mortgage, bills, kids, and life.

“This is not about thrill-seeking,” Sam said. “Everything has gone up in price.” Has it ever. Statistics Canada in March said consumer inflation slowed to 5.2 percent in February, but supermarket prices kept soaring ever upward, increasing 10.6 percent year over year. Canadians are feeling the pinch, and some are now pinching pennies by pilfering items from the supermarket.

We are not talking about pros who treat thieving as their day job, but regular Sams. That is, shoppers engaged in a game of moral jeopardy, weighing what they know to be true (stealing is wrong) versus what they also are true (prices have gone, well, bananas, and grocers are reporting huge profits). Many are arriving at a place, often in the automated self-checkout line — but also at cash registers staffed by gangly teenagers and other part-timers — where thou shalt steal because household finances are tight, has become an operative commandment.

Meanwhile, the Big Three grocers appear to have their own commandments around shoplifting, chief of which is: thou shalt not publicly speak of it. Empire Co. Ltd., the parent company of Sobeys, Safeway and other brands, “politely” declined to comment upon the subject, as did Loblaw Cos. Ltd. A Metro Inc. company spokesperson allowed that “in times of high inflation such as these, we usually see an increase in shoplifting.”

One Toronto-area grocer acknowledged theft is a huge problem. They said an even bigger problem would be speaking out for fear of being punished by head office.

The grocers’ reticence around the subject can be partly explained by a belief that there is no upside to bellyaching about shoplifting by one industry insider who requested anonymity. The potential downside is loyal, honest, battered-by-inflation customers are made to feel as though they are being looked upon as a throng of potential petty crooks.

“Theft is a taboo subject among grocers,” Sylvain Charlebois, a professor and food industry expert at Dalhousie University in Halifax, said.

But the grocers clearly know theft is rising and are doing little things to stop it. Some only allow baskets, no more carts, at self-checkouts; some have stopped selling wine and beer, which are very enticing items for thieves; some are forcing shoppers to completely empty their carts onto the checkout stands; and some are either adding a security guard to stand watch or asking for the receipt upon exit. But for every manoeuvre they make, thieves find a way around it.

Data around theft is hard to come by. But Charlebois’ best store loses between $2,000 and $5,000 to the upper limit of that ballpark estimate as a starting point a little back-of-the-napkin math — multiplying the number of stores each of the big three grocers operates by $5,000 — and the annual losses due to theft could ring in as high as $635 million (Loblaw), $415 million (Empire) and $250 million (Metro).

Even if those numbers are wildly overinflated and you reduce them by 90 percent, the cumulative loss from theft would still total about $100 million annually.

That is a lot of cheddar cheese, and it hints at the degree of moral jeopardy being played by the great mass of Canadian consumers, 30 percent of whom believe price gouging by grocers is the “main reason” for high prices at stores, according to a recent survey by Charlebois and his colleagues at Dalhousie’s Agri-Food Analytics Lab.

“People feel that grocers are profiteering,” he said. “And if you believe that a retailer is profiteering, then you could argue that the company is stealing, so why not steal back?”

Further muddying our collective morality is the automated self-checkout. Machines have been around since the mid-1980s. An Ultra Food & Drug in suburban Toronto was among the earliest Canadian adopters. Gerald Good, then chairman of A&P Canada Co., the store’s parent company, met CTV Canada AM co-anchor Keith Morrison in the “power lane” in April 1993 to walk him through the new technology.

Morrison asked about theft. Good answered that the “computer had some sensors” that would negate any problems. Morrison also asked about the company’s motivation for installing the machines and wondered whether it wasn’t part of a grand strategy to reduce the number of employees. Good dodged that stuck the company line about how they serve “customers,” a half-truth if ever there was one.

Consumers and unemployed cashiers know better. The machine is not human, a flesh-and-blood fact that can influence they make, including the criminal they sidle up to an automated self-checkout.

Consumer behaviour experts describe shoplifting at the self-checkout as a form of “consumer misbehaviour,” June Cotte, a marketing professor at the University of Western Ontario’s Ivey School of Business in London, said.

“It is not that consumers are good or bad,” she said the opportunity makes the crime far more common.” The self-checkout happens to be where the opportunity to be quite loud. Research shows the ideal conditions for a shopper to “forget” to scan, say, a steak is when they are among a crowd of people with no store employees looming nearby.

“The situation can make that last-minute choice more likely,” Cotte said. Along with the opportunists are the rabble-rousers, who have internalized a righteous narrative that shoplifting isn’t wrong, but a means to hit back at the price-gouging “Man.” This is not an illogical line of thinking. Inflation is biting into household budgets grocers are making big money. Loblaws’ fourth-quarter earnings were up 11 percent executive Galen Weston was just awarded a $1.2-million pay raise by parent company George Weston Ltd.

Now along comes Sue, the hypothetical shopper, moving through aisle six. She might be feeling a little ticked off about those events on top of feeling stressed out about prices.

“People steal to get back at retailers,” Cotte said. The self-checkout is the perfect accomplice because it is a machine, and humans are far more likely to feel less guilt about a crime when the victim is technology. Were retailers to install self-automated checkouts embedded with a video of a smiling, cheerful, human face, prompting the shopper in a human voice to “pay now,” research suggests people would be far less likely to steal.

There is anecdotal evidence of a generational honour code among thieves. On TikTok, a wildly popular platform among young people, users bypass community guidelines to post content that promotes stealing. They’ll use coy euphemisms such as “borrowing” and a lesser-known slang term called “racking,” which refers to shoplifting from big mom-and-pop stores. There are even tutorials and tips on how and what to steal without getting caught.

But supermarkets aren’t exactly sitting like fattened ducks waiting to be fleeced by the young and old alike. Tom Doyle is a guy no thief would want to meet. He is a loss-prevention specialist or grocery store detective, and he is built like a human fire hydrant: bald, 5-foot-8, 250 pounds, scary-looking.

Doyle has been in the business of busting shoplifters for almost 40 years in Corporate Protection & Investigative Services, which does a lot of work for major grocery stores. He has been stabbed, bitten, punched and had bottles swung at his head in the line of duty.

“Meat is the hottest item right now,” he said. By hot, he means shoplifters are looking to steal it. Most shoplifters Doyle encounters are not otherwise honest, upstanding professionals who steal for a living.

Every store detective has their own method of catching a thief. His preferred technique involves walking the aisle with a grocery item in watching for suspicious behaviour. He has a fancier outfit to blend in with the other customers if he is working at a more upscale store, and he never wears sandals or flip-flops to guard against getting his feet “stomped.”

There is shoplifting, and a few weeks saw a new. A man and a woman separately entered a store, got carts and walked the aisles loading up on goods. They each had a stack of steaks tucked corner of the reusable shopping bag slung over their shoulder.

“This is different,” he remembers thinking. The pair casually transferred the meat to the bag while they shopped and went to pay at a cashier-staffed checkout to have their cards rejected. A big show of apology ensued, and assurances were given that they would call their bank to sort out the problem and be right back to pay. They then walked out of the store with the meat slung over them.

In the old days, he would have called 911. But call for the police these days don’t show up for hours. “You are last on their list,” he said. Sitting in the manager’s office with a shoplifter for six hours is six not monitoring the floor, so most of the time with his smartphone warning them that he will call the police if he sees them around again.

It is a different kind of moral jeopardy when the punishment for a crime is no real punishment. What the righteous, as well as the TikTok savvy, fail to realize, Dalhousie’s Charlebois said, is that consumers ultimately bear the cost of increasing the grocers simply pass whatever the on to them.

In recent weeks, Sam has dialled back on shoplifting, but not due to a sudden guilty conscience. “I feel no remorse,” he said. But he has noticed store employees paying increased attention at the self-checkout, and their vigilance has him more heavily weighing the risks of being caught. He imagines he could talk his way out of a jam and to his kids? Children tend to be moral absolutists: Stealing is wrong, and so it is, but life is a little more complicated for adults with mortgages and mouths to feed besides their own.

“I don’t steal frivolous things,” Sam said. “I don’t steal beer — though some days I feel like I need it — I just want to feed my children some good, healthy food.”

Don’t we all?

[its-deputy-caleb]

Uhm its my first time asking for the type of suggestions? 😂 Sorry for my English 🎉

If the four lords are died in the game and they will be reincarnated.. what are their professions or what life they get in their 2nd life?

Thank you 😊😊❤️❤️

hey so i kinda went a little off track so this is sorta like a modern au type of thing but i hope it’s okay

Alcina Dimitrescu

The Lady Dimitrescu is nothing short of CEO of her own company.

She’s the owner of a large winery where she produces her own wines and even some spirits but her company is especially known for the “maidens blood”.

Alcina is all class and style with tailor made suits and dresses that she wears to the office.

Her favourite outfits are the expensive gowns she gets to wear at fun raisers and wine tastings that potential business partners host.

Her daughters are all on the board of directors and mange the wineries while she works at the corporate office.

Alcina owns a large house in the valley where they grow the grapes used for the wine. It’s a large house big enough for her and her daughters to stay when they’re not working.

Having lots of wealth means she’s got an acquired taste for art and she loves to collect old renaissance paintings. She even had a family portrait done with her daughters.

Even though she’s a bit of a workaholic and very passionate about her job (especially with her daughters due to inherit the company one day) she’s still in love with having some down time for herself.

A weekend away at her holiday house is spent curled up on the couch in her nightgown, a glass of wine in hand and the fire place going while she reads her gothic novels.

Donna Beneveinto

Donna lives peacefully in a quiet town where works at a tailor shop. It’s one of those old fashioned ones with a bell on the wooden door that rings each time someone steps in and the floorboards creek under her shoes.

She was taken under the wing but the old lady that owned the store and she considers her as something of a mother figure to her. She was sweet and let Donna bring Angie to work with her.

The two spend their days making small talk and sewing on the garments the locals bring in.

They often have tea together, either on their break or in the afternoon where the sweet old lady brings in little cakes while Donna brings her homemade herbal tea.

As apart of the tailoring store, customers can also buy fabrics and other handmade pieces like towels, clothes, curtains and blankets as a way to make money and the old lady is adored by the locals. Donna was instantly included into the local community, getting to go to markets and gatherings.

The old lady even let Donna sell her dolls along with everything else in the store and it was very popular amongst the children.

Donna is very happy in her local community and they make her feel like she belongs and is loved, what more could she ask for?

Salvatore Moreau

Sal is a physician in a hospital in the big city. He’s always had a passion to help people and became determined at a young age that he wanted to enter medicine.

He came from a small town and worked as the local doctor, making house trips and assisting people that he grew up with. It always made him smile knowing that he made an impact and was able to care for people he loved.

Eventually he moved to the city where he could get a higher education and stayed there to work afterwards where he’s found his passion to help others.

He works in the children’s ward and always does his best to make them smile when they come in with broken arms from skateboarding or falling off the trampoline.

When he was a child he had an accident which left him with some deformities on his face and neck. It was one of the reasons why he fell in love with medicine when he was treated with love and care in the hospital himself.

Sal never let’s his appearance get to him and uses it for his advantage when he sees a child crying from their injuries or illness. He always reassures them with a soft smile as he lets them know it’ll be okay, he’s experienced it too and they’re not alone.

On his days off he curls up under a blanket with a block of cheese and a hot chocolate (a weird combination but he loves it) while he watches those cheesy medical shows and the occasional romcom.

He’s got a pet axolotl that he loves and spoils. In some ways it reminds him of himself by his appearance and its like his comfort creature and best friend.

Karl Heisenberg

Growing up was difficult since Karl was a bit of a troublemaker but he was extremely smart and gifted.

He didn’t get along with teachers at school so he ended up dropping out and getting a job at the local mechanic.

Karl immediately had a gift for working with metal, understanding blueprints and instruction manuals with minimal assistance or training.

One day he was working on a fancy car that belonged to a tech giant that owned a company in the big city. When he offered Karl a job working as an engineer he never looked back.

He’s incredibly happy with his job since it gave him the opportunity to get away from his old life that was full of deviancy and troublemaking. For Karl, it’s never been about making money or being successful, all he wants is a peaceful life where he can be happy.

Work lets Karl be flexible where some days him and his small team of co-workers are designing new blueprints while others are spent testing them out in their studio.

Karl owns a grungy apartment in the city, there’s always bottles of beer, takeout left on the countertops and the ashtray is always overflowing but it’s home and he loves it nonetheless.

He owns a cat that he found as a kitten in the alleyway one day. The poor thing was cold and hungry so he brought it inside and dished out the questionable can of tuna in the cabinet.

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can we get some fluffy tf2 headcannons? giving you full creative liberty over this one! :)

Idk if you meant tf2 x reader headcanons or just general head canons, so I did two sections for each merc; the first point is a general headcanon, the second is X Reader.

sorry this took forEEEEEEEEVER, I was just experiencing burnout and working on a prize for a contest on my server (BTW WE HAVE A NEW DRAWING CONTEST GO CHECK IT OUT)

Scout:

Scout is actually really self-concious about his intelligence. He’s not very bright and he knows it, and it makes him feel horrible. He had flunked out of high school and struggled in most of his core classes. He honestly feels really stupid and he hates when people point it out. But luckily for him, a lot of the other mercs understand what it’s like to be looked down upon and empathize with him. Quite a few of them help him relearn the skills he never mastered in school. Engie helps him with math, Spy sometimes helps him with writing, and even Pyro has him read children’s books to them to improve his reading.

Scout absolutely loves little casual dates. Stuff like going out to eat lunch, going to the movies, maybe just cuddling up in his quarters and watching a movie. He tries to plan one every week. His dream date is taking you back to Boston to meet his family and go to a Red Sox game. But obviously, since you’re both in New Mexico at the time, he’s going to have to shelve that dream for a few years.

Soldier:

Soldier is an excellent raccoon dad. At first, the other mercenaries thought they’d all end up dead by the end of the month when he first found them. But surprisingly, they are are very well cared for. They’re all fed regularly and basically have his entire assigned quarters to themselves. He loves every single one of them dearly, even the ones that hiss and scratch him every time. The raccoons, at least some of them, are kind of like weird, quiet dogs, and actually get along pretty well with most of the other mercenaries.

Soldier is a surprisingly very physically affectionate partner, and he’s not at all opposed to PDA. He loves hand holding, cheek kisses, cuddles, the whole nine yards. Whenever he’s particularly excited, he loves to run up to you, scoop you up into his arms, and press a hard, sloppy kiss to your lips. Of course, he’s careful to not hurt you, but he’s a very intense, emotional guy and he needs to express all that love he has for you!

Pyro:

Pyro is and excellent listener, so they’re a person a lot of the other mercenaries depend on to vent. Demo often comes to them to vent about his emotions, Scout, Sniper, or Medic will rant about what’s bothering them, and even Engineer will talk about his stress. And of course, Pyro doesn’t understand a lot of what is told to them, but they’re still happy to help them feel a little better, and they would happily do it a hundred times over to make their friends feel better.

Pyro has a hobby of baking and making candy/treats, and they love sharing everything they make with you. When they first gave you a treat, you honestly thought it’d be burnt or bad in some other way. But to your surprise, it was amazing! They’re actually and excellent cook, but they just love making sweet things the best. They’ll make you just about anything you could ask for without hesitation, but they’re best at making anything sweet.

Demo:

Demo obviously has the potential to pretty emotional when he’s drunk, there’s no doubt about that. But on the off-chance that he’s sober, he’s actually pretty sweet and considerate. Though he still is a rough-housing joker, he’s much more considerate of his friends’ feelings and has deeper and more meaningful conversations with them. He often likes to go to bars with his friends and co-workers on ceasefire weekends, having lots of fun conversation, drinking together, and generally causing chaos around town.

Demo, to put it simply, doesn’t like himself. He’s critical of everything, from his skills to race, because people have always put him down about them. His mother told him he’s lazy and unskilled too many times to count, just everyone makes fun of his eye, and many have made fun of his skin color. But you make him feel so much better about himself. Just the fact that someone so kind and gorgeous is actually with him makes him feel like he’s not as horrible as he thought. There’s been a couple of times where you’ve accidentally almost brought him to tears with a sweet compliment or show of affection, because he never thought in a million years that someone would love him and care for him like you do. He feels so blessed that he has someone like you.

Heavy:

I know the fandom’s decided that Engie is the Team Mom and makes the food, but I also think that Heavy cooks a lot too. He makes all of his own food, so he often makes a lot of extras to feed the team because a lot of them just eat junk food and Medic’s always complaining about their eating habits. Heavy often takes like half the food for himself (he does have a huge appetite and loves food, so he likes to take a lot) and just boxes up the leftover portions and leaves them in the fridge for the team to take. He says he’s only doing it because they can’t work properly if they’re unhealthy, but he also does it because he cares about their health. A little bit.

At first, you wouldn’t think Heavy’s the most cuddly guy. But surprise, he actually loves giving and receiving physical affection. He just doesn’t show it often out of respect for your boundaries, and doesn’t do it around others. His absolute favorite thing is to cuddle you against his chest. Sometimes it’s when going to sleep, or cuddling on the couch, or maybe just a quick hug. He just loves the feeling of your head resting against his chest and your arms trying (and failing) to wrap around his torso. It makes him feel like you’re safe. Nobody could ever get you when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

Engie:

You’d think Sniper’s the only nature nerd on the team, but Engie absolutely loves the outdoors, as well as animals. It’s because his father would often take him out camping every couple of months. It was often the only time he would get 1-on-1 time with his usually very busy father. So he does love the great outdoors, especially that of his home state. He especially loves animals. He was raised on a farm and helped take care of lots of injured wild animals with his mother. He absolutely loves pets and would like to have many when he retires. His dream is to have is own ranch, with horses and cows and a bunch of dogs and the whole shebang.

Engie absolutely loves playing the guitar, so of course he loves playing for you. He learns all sorts of sweet love songs to sing to you. He’s an excellent player and actually has a pretty decent singing voice (think Johnny Cash, he kinda has that singing style). I hope you like country music, because that’s all he’s going to sing to you until you give him some requests or he finds out your favorite artists or genres. You can tell how happy he is every time he gets to surprise you with a new song he learned, and he’d be a giddy, laughing mess if you sang along with him.

Medic:

You’d think this guy takes horrible care of his birds because of the environment he keeps them in, but his birds are actually exceptionally well cared for. He buys them only the best and most expensive bird food, gives them super high-quality water with vitamins n stuff in it, takes them to the vet regularly, the whole shebang. Yeah they get a little dirty from sitting around in his lab, but he always gives them a little bath at the end of the day to get all the blood and guts off.

Medic is honestly such a playful partner. Of course, around his co-workers he’s a little more professional; he still gives you soft touches, a kiss on the cheek, or a big smile, but that’s about it. In private, however, he’s such a sweetheart. He’s always sweeping you up into big hugs, kissing all over your face, and calling you all sorts of adorable nicknames in a variety of languages. It comes as a surprise, because you’d think he’d be a little more formal, but that’s really only for special occasions. It honestly brings him so much joy to have someone like you by his side, and every day he’s going to make sure you know just how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Sniper:

Sniper is an incredibly independent and self-sufficient man, but he’s also secretly a real mama’s boy. He loves his parents dearly and has a particularly close relationship with his mother. As well as sending them money every month, he sends them all sorts of gifts, letters, postcards, and souvenirs. He also makes sure to call them regularly. He goes home every couple of months to visit them, and one could see that he loves helping around the house and chatting with his parents. His mother loved gardening, so his number-1 favorite thing to do is help her in the garden.

Despite Sniper’s obvious lack of knowledge on self-care, he takes a lot of time out of his day to make sure you are happy, healthy, clean, and well-fed. He doesn’t hound you like a helicopter parent but he likes to ask how you’re feeling, if you’re hungry, stuff like that. It feels nice to know you’re taken care of or take care of you himself. If you switch it around and try to take care of him, however, he’s honestly baffled as to why you would care so much as to make sure he’s doing well. He does absolutely love the affection and attention he gets out of it though, it makes him feel loved.

Spy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a head canon that Spy has a dog. Her name is Charlotte, and she’s an elderly Chihuahua. One would think he’d buy a French breed, but he found her out in the pouring rain one day and fell in love with her fluffy ears and spunky personality. She’s now 17 years old, extremely frail, missing most of her teeth, and extremely aggressive to anyone other than Spy, but he loves her dearly and pays for all of her medical expenses without batting an eye. And of course, she expresses her thanks with lots of kisses.

Spy loves dancing, and knows all kinds of dances, from flamenco to ballroom dancing to the Charleston to, canonically, disco. So of course, he’s dying to share all of the most romantic dances he knows with you. He’d love to actually teach you how to dance, rewarding you with kisses every time you finally get a move right and laughing softly when you make mistakes. But in reality, he just wants to use it as an excuse to dance with you against his chest and smother you in affection.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 x s/o #tf2 x y/n #tf2 x you #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

[one-piece-aus]

The Seven Caretakers of the Smol Strawhats AU (Headcanons) [Part 1]

Crocomom anyone?

Mostly takes care of Luffy, Robin, and Vivi

Yes, Vivi is included uwu

I can see him brushing Robin's and Vivi's hair

I just pictured him being good at barbecue

Which is convenient for Luffy since he loves meat

Wears an apron when cooking meals

Maybe he bakes

But he mostly focuses on BBQ or cooking

He lets Sanji help him

This man has a library which is used most by Robin, Nami, Brook and Chopper

The books are of information, not literature

Usopp and Vivi sometimes uses it too

Crocodile will make sure to pick up some more books when goes out because Enel knows they can easily go through books fast

Brook is provided classical instruments

He likes listening to Brook play the violin, it's nice to hear after a long day

He makes them wear nice clothes suited for their taste style but also Croco's aesthetic

Vivi is dressed like the little princess she is uwu

Sanji and Brook has the most formal clothing out of the guys, which Crocodile is grateful for

Franky was the most difficult because he refuses to wear pants

"Doffy, he's your problem"

Luffy likes to dress like Crocodile and intimate him

He finds it amusing and will get a mini tailored version of his suits and coats for Luffy

Proud dad moment, his son wants to be like him

Nami has the most variety of outfits but most of them aren't from him, we'll get to that

He creates a sand pit for them to play in when wants them all in one place so he can sit down

These chaotic children are tiring him out

Might create a sandcastle or two for them

Deep sigh when there's a fight or one of them gets in trouble

"Sir, you need to manage your kids better-"

He just glances at the kids clenching onto his trench coat (Luffy is making a face at Karen) before looking back at the civil

"You have ten seconds to get out of my sight"

They may be brats but they're his brats

And no one is going to tell him how to parent

Mama Bird

Doffy is good with kids

I mean he had them apart of his family so he can handle the chaotic straw hats

He'll sit down and watch over them

If they ever start talking about stuff he listens

This tall man will be completely fine if the straw hats climb on him

As long as they don't get in the way if he's doing anything

Doflamingo has been seen walking through town with some of them hugging his limbs like a koala

Sudden though but I see him baking with a pink apron and oven mittens (both flamingo themed)

Uses a lot of pink icing and decorates these treats quite nicely

No one's touching these desserts until they're cooled down and finished

Luffy is banned from the kitchen

Sanji is welcomed though

The smol blond is his little assistant

Chopper loves the baked goods he makes

Oh, that's why I see him as a baker, there's a Tumblr of a baker Doffy AU

//Everyone check out @ask-baker-doflamingo

He enjoys shopping for clothes with the kids

Doffy is the one that let's them wear the crazy stuff they wear

Favourite one would probably be Franky

They buy many sunglasses and sometimes match

Doflamingo is probably Franky's favourite too (aside from Jinbei) because the man gets that he has style that he gotta put on

Nami is another one his favourites

She has fine expensive taste and often is the one he prefers to take with when searching for decor or other fashionable needs

The majority of clothing this girl has comes from Doffy

He will shower her with gifts and gold

Doffy is the one to brush Nami's hair

A total daddy's little girl and will literally get away with a murder

"It's your fault for getting in her way"

She is the princess of the king

Yeah, Nami is his favourite overall

Doflamingo will get and do anything for his children but they also got a work for it

He's also a very protective mama bird

"Was this man bothering you?"

No one will dare harm a hair on their head unless they wish for death

But he also wants his little birds to be able to handle themselves when push comes to shove

Bonus:

Uncle Rosinante comes by sometimes his kids; Law, Baby 5, and Buffalo

Baby 5 gets along with the girls

Luffy loves drag Law into whatever he's doing with Zoro and Sanji

Rosinante is best fun uncle

And you already know the straw hats are going to pull pranks on him

Goth Dad is here

Okay but with Mihawk here, we gotta have the whole spooky goth family

So Perona and Kaku are now here (Yes, Kaku too because I love the AU where he's apart of the fam uwu)

That said, Mihawk's main attention is on his goth children

Zoro, Perona, Kaku, Robin and Brook

You can't deny that the last two are goths

He obviously trains the three boys to become better swordmen

Quite impressed by how unique their techniques are

Their part of the home is decorated with pure goth aesthetic

Chopper gets scared whenever he goes to that side to find Robin

Though each goth child has their own twist to the aesthetic when it comes to their room

Mihawk has his own library but is full of literature

He reads to the children

Most often for bedtime

It came to a point where some of them couldn't sleep without him reading them a bedtime story

Shopping? Of course, he gets clothing for his goth children

But he never takes them all at once

Oh no, he can't handle it

He'll take one, or two at most

On Halloween, that changes because he'll take them all to get their costumes and decorations

Speaking of spooky Halloween, he's not the one to take the kids out for trick or treating

But he is the one who stays home to give out candy while watching horror films with the ones that stay behind

Will be up for watching horror films anytime but also likes to watch other classic films with the kids

If one of the non-goth children get nightmares from watching it, that's their fault not his, they could've just not watched it with them

I can see him watching mystery movies

Which also means he has mystery books along with horror ones

When it comes to cooking, I can see him making meals that you see in fancy restaurants

Not those weird small portion Gourmet, no

He mainly cooks it for the adults since Luffy the children don't like it that much

He likes it when Sanji comes and helps him cook

It's rather nice to have a small break from the usual goth children he takes care of

His only complaint is when the blond bickers with Zoro

And that's why Zoro got banned from the kitchen whenever the two are cooking

Mihawk doesn't need any more headaches

When he does have one, he likes to have a glass of wine and listen to Brook play his music

The violin is soothing to his ears

He isn't one to be overprotective

But if someone did insult anyone of the smol children

"Never speak to me or my children again unless you wish to be buried six feet under"

Bonus:

Shanks comes to visit Mihawk and the others practically every week

It makes Luffy happy because he gets to see Shanks

Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper are always the most excited to see the red-haired man

The Warlords aren't exactly very happy

Except Jinbei

But whenever Shanks comes over well, he'll drink the place dry from its booze

Link to [Part 2]

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[ddarker-dreams]

Comfortably Numb. Yan Chrollo x Reader [COMM]

warnings: mentions of anxiety, just general uneasiness. word count: 2.6k.

Home is where the heart is. 

It’s meant to be the sanctuary where you can unwind after a long day of work, dress in your most comfortable pajamas, and feel no qualms for the opinions of others. A safe haven of your own making. Granted, there was a time that you felt this way, no matter how long ago it seems. A coveted period of your life that you wish you could return back to. On a surface level, any onlooker might take a glance at you and think you are as normal as they are. If only that were the truth, you bitterly lament. 

Now, what do you need to check on next? Milk is in good supply, not set to expire anytime soon. Hm… can’t say the same for the fruit. You jostle down some of your favorites onto the ever growing grocery list. What else is there? You’ve got to be missing something. Standing on your tiptoes, you open the overheard cabinet, that is now noticeably more barren than it used to be. The bags of tea that had once populated this area have vanished, all but a lonesome pack of matcha. Huffing, you close the cabinet doors, ready to voice your irritation.

Pivoting on your heel, you look over the kitchen counter and towards the occupied living room. “You drank all my tea?” 

“Not at all of it,” your unwelcome guest corrects, much to your displeasure. “Besides, you never said I couldn’t have any.” 

You raise an eyebrow at this conjecture. Who would’ve thought him a stickler for semantics. “Yeah, well, I never said you could have it either.” 

“That’s a fair enough point. I’ll be sure to reimburse you for it later.” Chrollo ends the conversation before it even begins. His attention returns to his original activity of reading, freely helping himself to yet another one of your belongings. An exhausted sigh leaves your lips at the sight. If you somehow make it out of this situation unscathed, you may take on a more pious lifestyle, having survived way more than you should’ve. It’s a wonder that Chrollo hasn’t seen fit to strike you down where you stand. Where you lack self-restraint in the verbal department, you make up for it in your overall composure. Surely anyone else would’ve been crushed under the immense pressure of having a murderer crashing at their apartment. 

That’s just about the best way to describe it, you think. How desensitized do you have to be to no longer shiver at the thought? In all fairness, Chrollo himself is treating this as the most ordinary arrangement in the world. At his own leisure he’ll start conversations with you, inquire about your day, and even offer insight that you never asked for. It’s gotten to the unfortunate point that you’re even starting to do the same. Treating him more as a peculiar roommate than the threat he truly is, though it could be your way of coping. That’s the explanation you’re going with.

Chrollo puts a bookmark into his read, and places it aside. “Is there anything you’d like for dinner?”

He asks the question as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your normally schooled expression is broken, lips parting and eyebrows furrowing together. Is he being serious right now? There’s no way to tell for certain. Not on a lack of trying from your behalf, his countenance never hints at his innermost thoughts. You get the feeling what little Chrollo does reveal to you is intentional. How creepy. 

“I was just planning on warming up leftovers,” you accentuate this by opening your fridge. On the shelves sits lentil soup, apples, and some protein yogurts. Shit. “Scratch that. I’ll be settling for yogurt instead.” 

“You had that for breakfast, if memory serves.” Chrollo points out, as if you’re incapable of remembering that yourself. It’s odd that he feels the need to pay attention to every detail about you. How often is Chrollo observing you without you taking notice? You push the thought aside with a frown.

“What are you, my hostage-taker and nutritionist? Besides, this is what I like to call a struggle meal. Or, meals, technically. I’ll go shopping tomorrow to make up for it.” You grimace while picking up the gourmet cuisine for tonight. Strawberry cheesecake flavor. It’s better with stuff added to it for texture, but this’ll have to do. It’s doubtful someone who is hiding a stolen merchandise worth hundreds of thousands can empathize with your position. Not that it matters if Chrollo Lucilfer holds you in high regard, with all the blood on his hands. He’s got no room to judge.

“Hm, in the time we’ve spent together, I never considered you as dense,” he gets up from his seat, making his way towards the kitchen. You don’t get a word in edgewise before your dinner is plucked from your hands. Chrollo places it back in the fridge, while you stare at him with a slackened jaw. “I’m offering to buy you food, [First].” 

How considerate of him to spell it out for you. 

“Appreciative as I am for your gesture of goodwill, I’ll pass. I don’t want to be indebted to you.” You make for the fridge once again, scowling as he holds it shut with unnatural force. Damn, he’s strong. Maybe you’re playing with fire by provoking him, considering the power imbalance, but your tongue is faster than your brain. Both a blessing and a curse. Leaning more towards the latter, you muse.

“I insist. It’s only right that I repay you somehow, for allowing me to stay here. You wouldn’t be indebted to me.” Chrollo’s smile never reaches his eyes, you notice. Standing here in close proximity to him, there’s a lot more you can pick up on. Every little detail of his disposition is intentional. From his even keel tone, to his polite speech, and way of acting like you have any say in the matter. You’re all bark and no bite. Both of you are keenly aware of this, and still he talks to you as if he’s none the wiser. It’s demeaning in its own right. 

“I guess it is sacrilegious to turn down free food. Alright, you win.” You throw your hands up in mock defense. This uncomfortable interaction helped you remember the position you’re in, how every breath might be your last. He’s broken into your residence, forced you to hide him from encroaching hunters, and made your past ten days a living hell. It was the threats to your loved ones that ultimately earned your compliance. 

You can’t help the self deprecation that’s followed since that day. The law is what you’re supposed to be protecting, not protecting criminals from. Going to the station everyday with the knowledge that you’re harboring such a dangerous criminal is weighing heavily on your soul. Life sure is full of the worst ironies. Had it not been an A class bounty, you may have stood a chance. 

Chrollo reaches into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out one of his many burner phones. “You’re being more agreeable than I expected, if I’m being honest.”

“What can I say? I become a bit of a yes man when my life is being threatened.” You respond with an empty smile of your own. Instead of earning any ire from him, he lets out an airy chuckle, of dubious sincerity. Whether it’s at you or with you is difficult to decipher. He pulls up a food delivery app, showing you the options. This was all prepared in advance, he must’ve taken the time to download it. So it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision to mess with you? 

“Y-you’re really letting me pick?” There’s no hiding your incredulous tone of voice. This series of events is far too bizarre to fathom, like a nightmare stepping into reality. Just a week ago you were contemplating how to poison Chrollo without him taking notice. Now you’re ordering food together. There has to be an ulterior motive lurking around, your gut won’t tell you otherwise.

He tilts his head at your apprehension, and repeats himself. “That’s what I said, yes.” 

Fuck it. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, or so the saying goes. You’ve suffered enough at Chrollo’s hands, it wouldn’t hurt to make the most of it. You take the cheap phone from his hands, scrolling through the options, and realizing now just how wonderful the variety of food sounds. Working up an appetite hasn’t come naturally with your uninvited guest skulking about. He has enough prepaid visa cards to cover what you want, so you hold nothing back. 

After returning his phone to him, you can’t help but throw an additional sarcastic comment in. It’s second nature at this point. “Happy now?” 

“Very much so,” Chrollo doesn’t mention your indignation, eyes raking over your expansive order. It’s not until he gets to the end that he quirks an eyebrow. “... A one hundred dollar tip?” 

“Feel free to add some extra zeros to the end of that. It’s not binary code for ‘help me, there’s a criminal in my apartment’, if you’re worried about that.”

He hums in consideration. “I can’t say that came to mind.” 

“Shit, looks like I went ahead and busted my own master plan.” Your response is notably dry. A headache is already in the works, courtesy of speaking to Chrollo for too long. He never fails to keep you on your toes. For all the sardonic remarks you make at his expense, anxiety has never stopped plaguing you. It’s a miracle that your heart is still functioning properly. You don’t even know why you ordered the absurd amount that you did, other than from pure spite, since your stomach is churning too much to want to eat. Maybe that’ll change when the food shows up. If not, your co-workers are going to be in for quite a treat tomorrow. 

You return to your newfound favorite activity of ignoring Chrollo, busying yourself with anything that comes in sight. Watering your plants, putting mugs from the dishwasher away, menial stuff that keeps you busy. A new feat lies in your wake. Whoever designed this apartment didn’t do so with you in mind, your larger plates just barely out of reach. Not willing to concede to using a chair just yet, you keep up the gallant attempt, stretching as far as your body allows. Your fingertips graze just over the prized handle, only for you to fail again.

That’s when you feel an over looming presence behind you, a shadow encompassing your figure. Chrollo gets the plate you were reaching for with ease, his chest brushing over your back in the process. You feel your face flushing, your body going taut, standing still as a wooden plank. He sets it down beside you with a knowing smile. That bastard…! He’s doing this on purpose. Damn him. 

“It looked like you could use some help.” He tells you. It takes every ounce of your self restraint not to lunge at him, instead taking a deep breath and nodding your head. Why is he so intent on getting a reaction from you? It’s exasperating, serving no practical purpose other than his own amusement. Inundated with your thoughts, you don’t realize how sour a look you’re sporting. This is what he wants, you remind yourself. To get you riled up. You refuse to play into his hands, and manage to get a grip. 

Time passes by at a lethargic pace. After around forty minutes, your front door rings, and you pick up the order. Sitting at your counter, you help yourself to the meal, grateful that Chrollo has seen fit to leave you alone. There can never be anything good in this world, as he eventually joins you. You try not facing him as an act of defiance. The plan that seemed ingenious in theory has a rockier execution. Sitting in silence feels worse somehow, like a ticking time bomb. Shifting in your seat, you decide to strike up a half baked conversation.

“So, uh, about the whole being hunted down thing,” your voice wavers and you hate yourself for it, “Do you have an idea of when it’s going to be over? I’m starting to run out of excuses for why my friends can’t come over.” 

This is true. There have been no more lively gatherings at your apartment since Chrollo’s unwelcome appearance, and you’ve been pestered about it. In between the lines is the prospect of your friends finding this reclusive behavior suspicious. In your optimism, you hope he takes it as a hint to get out of here faster.

Chrollo takes on a pensive appearance, his chin resting on his hand. “I’d been meaning to talk to you about that, so I’m glad you brought it up.” 

How nice it is to be on the same page. This could be the light at the end of the tunnel, the last page in this awful chapter of your life. Ten days seems like a reasonable amount of time to lay low. Maybe he’s already packing his bags, planning to leave you far behind, so you can forget any of this ever happened. Maybe you’ll treat yourself to a vacation. From the gut wrenching anxiety Chrollo has inflicted on you, you feel deserving of one. 

“They’ve stopped searching for me a while ago.” 

Wait, what?

You look at him, silverware dropping from your lax hand. He’s never been into joking around. Does that mean he’s being serious with you? That all this time, you’ve been holding out for something that already happened? Fists balling by your side, you don’t bother hiding a sharp glare directed towards him. There’s no playfully wry response, no comeback, only disbelief and abhorrence. The bountiful meal in front of you is forgotten. 

There’s no point in asking, but you still do, voice low. “... How long?” 

“According to my sources, about a week.” comes Chrollo’s response, hammering the final nail in the coffin of your patience. His motivations have never been any less clear. You know you shouldn’t have taken the word of someone like him seriously -- you’re so painfully aware of this that it hurts -- but now leaves a final question. Why? What does he get out of this? You feel sick to your stomach, knowing that it’s going to bad no matter what. Your breathing has picked up, eyes dilating and body threatening to crumble under the tension. Everything feels out of place. 

He responds as if he was reading your thoughts. “You’re an interesting person, [First]. You never cried, pleaded, or anything of the like. Instead you accepted the situation for what it was, all while staying true to your values. I find that admirable. I’d like to learn more from you.”  

“Stop talking to me like I’m a -- a fucking -- science experiment, instead of a human being. How does any of that shit even matter?” You feel the blood draining from your face, every word coming out more forced than the last. Getting riled up here is the last thing you should be doing, but you can’t control yourself. All your negative emotions from your time with him are regurgitating into a final mess.

“I don’t know, truth be told.” Chrollo checks the watch on his wrist, and you gulp at the smile that forms on his lips. It feels like a sentencing, a foreboding omen. There’s bile rising in your throat, and you scramble away from your chair. You need to get out of here. You need to run, to scream for help, to alert your family, this is not going to end well, what is he planning-- 

There’s a hurried knock at your door.

“However, what I do know is that I have no intention of leaving this place without you by my side.” 

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