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mellometal · 2 years

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Ah, shit…here we go again.

These videos are getting pumped out daily and they’re even longer, so y’know…longer videos = longer scripts for me to write! So that’s fun. /s If you want to know why it takes me longer to pump these posts out, that’s why. Plus this man physically makes me angry.

This video is one that I’m gonna have a field day with, since I’m a lesbian and I want to get married to my future wife someday. Would I go all-out with traditional wedding stuff? Probably not too much. On my end, at least. If my future wife wanted parts of our wedding to be traditional, I’d be more than happy to help her out on her end if she needed it. I mean, she has just as much say in the wedding as I do. That’s just wishful thinking.

Given how things are going in the United States at the moment, I’m scared that I won’t be able to marry another woman, let alone be openly lesbian. Despite me being openly lesbian for six years. I’ve got a plethora of fears about this topic alone, but my fears aren’t important. The fears BIPOC in the LGBT community have are far more important than my own. I know, fully understand, and acknowledge that I have an easier time being part of the LGBT community because I’m white, I don’t live in any third-world country where being LGBT is punishable by death, and I live in a country where being LGBT is widely accepted. If it wasn’t for black LGBT pioneers like Lucy Hicks Anderson, Gladys Bentley, Bayard Rustin, Pauli Murray, Miss Major Griffin-Gracy, Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera, and Audre Lorde, to name a few, being the ones who first fought for our rights in the United States, we wouldn’t be able to get married, let alone be openly LGBT in the United States. Drag queens, drag kings, feminists, sex workers, poets, and politicians in the LGBT community fought for our rights! The voices of BIPOC in the LGBT community need to be amplified. (I’m not saying that for brownie points or anything. I truly believe this and I stand by it. I honestly believe that LGBT history should be taught more in schools because people in the LGBT community did make huge impacts in history. There’s a lot of history that we’re never taught in school and have to learn on our own.) I cannot imagine how difficult it is for BIPOC in the LGBT community to be openly LGBT.

For anyone who’s not aware of other events going on in the United States, the Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, and they’re going to be looking over contraceptives, same-sex marriage, and same-sex relationships in the fall, if I remember correctly. They’re attacking the Indian Child Welfare Act, which is there to keep indigenous children with their indigenous families instead of having them taken away and put in white foster homes. At least that’s my understanding of that law. I don’t believe indigenous children should be taken away from their families at all. The Supreme Court is full of conservative, Republican, pro-forced birth, bigoted, gun-toting, able-bodied, neurotypical, Trump supporting cishets. I’ve been horrified about the state of my country for years prior to these current events. I’ve expressed fear of Roe v. Wade getting overturned by the Supreme Court even before they announced that they were looking at this case that the late Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg fought for the Supreme Court to uphold. I’m disgusted by the state of my country. I have been for a long time. I’ve been disgusted by how my country treats BIPOC, disabled people, the LGBT community, poor people, homeless people, mentally ill people, immigrants, and basically anyone who’s not a Republican, conservative, pro-forced birth, gun-toting, neurotypical, able-bodied, rich, evangelical Christian, white cishet man. I’m even more terrified to leave my house than I was before, despite my state still upholding the right for AFAB people to choose. How the fuck is the United States of America “The land of the free, home of the brave”? Can someone PLEASE explain that to me? Oh yeah, America is “The Land Of The Free, Home Of The Brave” to ONLY Republican, conservative, pro-forced birth, gun-toting, able-bodied, neurotypical, rich, evangelical Christian, white cishet men! I forgot. /s (DISCLAIMER: I know that not every single Christian is like this. I’m also aware that most Christians don’t tolerate this behavior. I’m referring to extremists, like what makes up the vast majority of the Supreme Court. I’m not trying to bash Christians.)

You’re here for the review, not for me ranting about how Republican, conservative, pro-forced birth, gun-toting, neurotypical, able-bodied, rich, evangelical Christian, white cishets are fucking up the United States. Let’s get on with the review before I pop a blood vessel. Which I might end up doing anyway because this man makes my blood boil.

The video starts off with an old man named Trey and a young woman named Kristen (presumably a boss and an employee) on what looks to be their lunch break and they’re about to sit at a table. Apparently they work at a cupcake shop, because the boss says that they can finish decorating cupcakes when they get back from their break. Trey tells Kristen that he got another call about some kid’s birthday party. Kristen obliges. Trey looks over at a bridal shop to see a woman being fitted for a wedding dress and she’s showing off to her soon-to-be wife. He tells his employee that’s “what’s wrong with the world”. Kristen is confused. Trey says that two women getting married is disgusting. Kristen is visibly uncomfortable and wants to say something, but she doesn’t say anything. Her boss gets up and walks over to the bridal shop.

Trey acts like a total Kevin in the bridal shop (which he shouldn’t have been in, by the way…there’s a little thing called minding your own business). One of the workers there asks if she can help him. The boss says he’s got a business and he “couldn’t help but notice what was going on there” (AGAIN, MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS). The worker shows off the happy wives-to-be and says, “Aren’t they the most stunning couple you’ve ever seen?”

We see the wives-to-be and something about it rubs me the wrong way. NOT because Dhar Mann put lesbians in. That’s not my issue whatsoever. It’s because Dhar Mann just threw in two stereotypical lesbians that present as traditionally butch and femme and did absolutely NOTHING with them. All he did was make them look like a traditionally straight couple. As far as appearance goes.

Is there anything wrong with lesbian couples that present traditionally butch and femme, or lesbians in general who present as traditionally butch or femme? Of course not! I love both butch and femme lesbians! Butch/femme lesbian couples are adorable! I never said there was anything wrong with it, so don’t get your panties in a bunch. /lighthearted Just hear me out for a second, please.

The way that they’re portrayed is to appear like a traditional straight married couple (bride and groom) and they’re put into the traditional gender roles of straight couples. It looks like there was absolutely no thought put into the lesbian couple and Dhar Mann just went with what suited him, which is cis heteronormative bullshit. He went with the default and pretty much used them for his trauma porn to soothe his savior complex. Like, not every single lesbian couple presents as traditionally butch and femme. Of course Dhar Mann wouldn’t know that. It looks like he’s never met a lesbian before in his life, let alone ever SEEN one. The writing on his part is a slap in the face to lesbian couples that have both butch lesbians, lesbian couples that have both femme lesbians, to lesbian couples that have both futch lesbians, and lesbian couples that have any combination of these. Seeing lesbians that don’t present as completely butch or completely femme (futch lesbians) in media isn’t very common. The only ones I can think of are Haruka and Michiru (I mean, to me, neither of them present as completely butch or femme, though Haruka is supposed to present as butch and Michiru is supposed to present as femme), the Sailor Stars, Garnet, and Pearl. That’s pretty much it. Lapis and Peridot arguably would fit that category too, since neither of them present as completely butch or femme. At least to me. Lesbians don’t have a specific “look”. But you’re too far up your own ass to see that, aren’t you, Dhar Dhar Binks?

I’m guessing he finally put lesbians into the Dhar Mann Lore™ for brownie points and he wanted to be hip with the lesbians. Hey, Dhar, I’m a lesbian and I absolutely hate you! Here’s a challenge for you, Dhar: QUIT FUCKING STEREOTYPING MINORITIES! ACTUALLY LISTEN TO MINORITIES FOR ONCE! STOP THROWING IN CHARACTERS THAT ARE PART OF OPPRESSED AND MARGINALIZED GROUPS JUST FOR THE SAKE OF DOING IT! THE SO-CALLED “REPRESENTATION” IN YOUR VIDEOS IS FULL OF NOTHING BUT STEREOTYPES, TRAUMA PORN, AND “INSPIRATION” PORN. YOU REGURGITATE THAT GARBAGE OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

You’re not changing lives, like you claim. You’re doing nothing but pissing people off. You’re spreading misinformation about things you know NOTHING about and will NEVER begin to understand. You refuse to properly educate yourself about these things because you just want to be seen as the “all-knowing good guy with good vibes all around” or whatever the hell your agenda is now. I can’t tell anymore because you and your sorry excuse for a savior complex thoroughly disgust me. Your videos as a whole are ignorant, mediocre, flat-out stupid, and unrealistic at best. On the flip side, your videos are offensive, bigoted, insincere, arrogant, harmful, unhelpful, and even dangerous at worst. The vast majority of people who watch your videos and unironically like them are young, impressionable children who don’t know any better and people who spew the same rhetoric you do, take your word as gospel, refuse to educate themselves on topics you know fuck-all about, and they refuse to acknowledge the harm that your videos cause to real people. Or they just don’t care! MOVING ON.

Trey continues on his homophobic rant that a gay (JUST SAY “LESBIAN” IN THIS CONTEXT, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY…IT’S NOT A BAD WORD) couple shouldn’t be going out buying clothes at a bridal store. The lady sporting the tux (Alex) FINALLY steps in to call Trey out on his bullshit. Trey then tries to clap back by saying that Alex looks ridiculous, she should be ashamed of herself, women don’t wear tuxedos, and they shouldn’t be “bringing their pride parade into the mall” and “scaring away his customers” (dude, you got bigger problems at that point).

Kristen steps in, tells Trey to stop, and she says that the couple is just trying to shop like everyone else. Trey says that they’re “not like everyone else”. Only then does the worker in the bridal shop say that Trey needs to leave. Trey is going on a rant still, and the worker threatens to call security. He drags Kristen along with him. Kristen apologizes for her boss’s behavior and thinks that they look great.

Cut to the bakery. Kristen’s working. A drag queen named Kyla Velvet walks into the bakery. Kristen immediately recognizes her and says that she’s a huge fan. Kyla says that she’s looking for someone to cater for her afterparty and she’s looking at all the baked goods. She says that the boss must spend a lot of time on the baked goods on display, but Kristen says that she’s the one who made them herself. Kyla is in disbelief, praises Kristen, and says that she should open up her own shop.

Trey walks back in, berates the drag queen, calls her a freak, and says that he “doesn’t serve their kind”. Kristen jumps to defend Kyla, but Kyla stops her. Kyla tells Trey off, rightfully so. Trey obviously doesn’t like this and feels threatened, so he tells Kyla to leave.

We see Alex and her soon-to-be wife at the bakery picking up an order. They’re both looking at all the baked goods and how good they look. Trey spots them and says he recognizes them. Alex’s soon-to-be wife confronts Trey for interrupting their (Alex’s and her own) fitting. One of Trey’s employees calls out the order for Alex, he’s about to hand it to her, but Trey stops him. He refuses service to Alex and her soon-to-be wife. Both of these ladies are rightfully pissed. Kristen stands up for the couple and tells Trey that he needs to give them their order because they paid for it. Trey refuses, Kristen tells him that it’s not the 1950’s anymore, and the couple says that they’d be willing to take their business elsewhere. Trey takes the box of cupcakes and shoves them in the trash can, crushing them in the process, to everyone’s horror. Alex asks what’s wrong with Trey, and he says that it’s THEM (Alex and her soon-to-be wife) that are the problem.

The couple then leaves. After they leave, Trey berates Kristen for just serving customers. Just doing her job. She stands up to her boss by telling him that how he treated them wasn’t okay. Trey got his balls in a twist because A LESBIAN COUPLE BOUGHT BRIDAL CUPCAKES FOR THEIR WEDDING! OH, THE FUCKING HORROR! /s How can Trey EVER recover from this? /s He then asks if Kristen is on his side or the couple’s side. She says she’s on the couple’s side and that there’s nothing wrong with being part of the LGBT community. Trey’s in disbelief, but here’s the twist: KRISTEN IS PART OF THE COMMUNITY! WHAT A TWIST. She pulls a Clark Kent and reveals a shirt with a RAINBOW ON IT! *gasp* And it says “BE YOU” in bold letters! When Trey sees Kristen’s shirt, he tells her to take it off and threatens to fire her if she doesn’t. Kristen says that Trey can’t fire her because she quits and she regrets not doing it a long time ago. She says that she’s gonna open up her own bakery and become more successful than Trey.

Okay, hear me out, I’m not trying to rain on this girl’s parade whatsoever. This is a recurring theme in Dhar Dhar Binks’s videos. Wanting to open up your own business is a great thing. I’m not knocking anyone for doing that. However, there’s a lot of time, work, dedication, and money involved with creating a business and opening up a business. Please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but shouldn’t you have a business degree or at least experience with running a business, money, and proper licensing? I don’t know, there’s a lot of things that just don’t add up. I don’t know about you, but opening up a business with no business degree, no experience in the business industry, no money (having to resort to taking out loans), and no proper licensing seems risky. What do I expect from a Dhar Mann video though? Realism? Fuck that noise! Everything’s all peachy keen in the Dhar Mann Lore™! /s

Then we have a montage of Kristen running her own bakery, everything’s going great, and then it goes to shit real quick. BECAUSE SHE CLEARLY DOESN’T KNOW HOW MARKETING WORKS. Not saying that’s a bad thing, of course. She eventually gave up and went to look for another job…at the bridal shop. The lady looks at Kristen’s resume, says they’re not hiring, and Kristen goes out to sit on the bench. Trey walks out, sees her, and decides to just kick her while she’s down (metaphorically speaking). She says that she’d rather be homeless than to work for Trey ever again. Trey’s mocking her the whole time. He says that when she becomes homeless, he’ll find her and feed her a cupcake so she doesn’t starve to death. What a fucking pig.

Kyla walks in and sees Kristen. She tells Kyla that she doesn’t work at that bakery anymore. Kyla is relieved and says that Trey was a monster. Kristen apologizes for how Kyla was treated again (though TREY should be apologizing, but he’s a big macho man who can’t admit when he’s wrong), and that she should’ve stood up for Kyla more since they’re both part of the same community. Kyla tells Kristen not to apologize and she did what she could. She asks if Kristen started her own business. Kristen says she did but it already failed, so she’s looking for a job. Kyla asks her how she marketed her business. Kristen says she posted on Facebook, Instagram, and told her friends and family. Kyla asks about target marketing or focusing on any specific niche, which Kristen obviously didn’t know what she meant at all. She says that people in the community love to support LGBT owners because not everyone is very kind to them in other businesses, and suggests that Kristen sells to the LGBT community.

Of course, Kristen never thought about that and is unsure if that would work. With Kyla’s words of encouragement, Kristen says she’ll try again. Kyla says she needs someone to cater a party anyway, so it’s perfect timing. Kristen tries again and she gets so many customers that Pewdiepie’s got some stiff competition.

Trey’s business is going down, like how it usually goes in the Dhar Mann Lore, and he gets what’s coming to him. Kristen gets successful enough to rent out a bakery. It’s Trey’s bakery, ironically enough. He’s not having it. Trey blames his business going downhill on THE ECONOMY instead of his abhorrent behavior that drove away customers. He blames Kristen for all his bad reviews, which she had no part of. All her customers pull up and confront Trey so bad he leaves! And they all live happily ever after…whoop-dee-fuckin’-doo.

Jesus tap-dancing Christ, this video made me angry. It’s cringe. It’s offensive. It’s bigoted. It’s riddled with stereotypes. One gripe I’ve had for a while, WHY do you wait until the middle of the fucking video to even say the characters’ names? DO IT AT THE BEGINNING. FUCK. Just because you write it down on paper, NOBODY CAN SEE THAT IN THE FINISHED PRODUCT.

Sorry this is out so late. Hopefully this huge post makes up for it.

#tw dhar mann #tw homophobia mention #tw overall bigotry from Dhar Mann #overall tw for the first few paragraphs of my rant before the review #this took me so fucking long it's not even funny #dhar mann is still homophobic!#dhar mann be getting those brownie points™️#stop supporting dhar mann

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drwilfredwaterson · 6 months

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So long, Lawless and Tearful Liddle Orange Snowflake, Stinky Dinky-Winky Diapered Dummy donald j. trump. Perhaps all of the Pro-Russia Israeli Rabbis Will Anoint him as "G-d's New King David and Davidic Messiah" Now That the Proud Lifelong Nazi donald j. trump Has Betrayed All Jews on Earth? Part 2/3.

"Republicans eat their young. Republicans eat their young." - Incestuous Pedophile Rapist and Adrenochrome Harvester donald j. trump.

“Hannibal Lecter, how great an actor was he?” - Republican In Name Only and Liddle Tearful Snakey-Poo Criminal Defendant donald j. trump

Donald John Trump (2005) "I moved on her, and I failed. I'll admit it. I did try and f**k her. She was married. And I moved on her very heavily. In fact, I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said, "I'll show you where they have some nice furniture." I took her out furniture—I moved on her like a b**ch. But I couldn't get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony t*ts and everything. She's totally changed her look. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful—I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab 'em by the pu**y. You can do anything." (Access Hollywood)

On October 25, 2016, allegations were made by two men stating that incestuous pedophile rapist donald j. trump had attended and partaken in sex parties filled with underage minor females as young as 15 years old who were induced with promises of career advancement. Illegal drugs were also alleged to have been provided to the minors. One man was identified as model and actor Andy Lucchesi, while the other was identified as a fashion photographer who spoke on condition of anonymity. Both men claim to have been acquaintances of Trump during that decade, which one described as his "Trump days". The anonymous witness said Trump had sex with the girls, going from room to room, saying "[Trump would] wander off with a couple girls. I saw him. He was getting laid like crazy. Trump was at the heart of it. He loved the attention and in private, he was a total f*cking beast." He claimed the parties were attended by minors as young as 15 years of age, adding "I was there [only] to party myself. It was [other] guys with younger girls, sex, a lot of sex, a lot of cocaine, top-shelf liquor." Lucchesi, for his part, claimed that he saw Trump engage in sexual activity with the girls but did not witness him taking illicit drugs. In regards to the age of the girls, Lucchesi said he himself never specifically asked about their ages, only remarking of the attendees "a lot of girls, [aged] 14, look 24." (Wikipedia)

Public response A survey conducted by YouGov in October 2016 found that 43 percent of respondents found the allegations against Trump to be credible. Republicans were least likely to find the allegations credible, and only 19 percent of Republicans thought sexual assault would disqualify Trump from the presidency. (Wikipedia)

"Irrational and Emotionally Fragile By Nature, Female Co-workers are a Peculiar Animal…" - Family Guy: Women in the Workplace

Do modern women receive equal benefits and pay to men?

Do modern women receive an accurate and appropriate level of credit for their work and success?

Are modern, successful women considered to be dirty, gluttonous, repulsive, unpleasant, greedy, unkind, unattractive, immoral, and shameless for purusing female empowerment, rights, equality and success?

Have any men who have a problem with successful women ever attempted to manipulate any successful woman/women into proclaiming themselves inferior in every way to a monkey, a pig and a goat by embracing and promoting the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face; and then having their female victims degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via that farm animal face in public, as often as possible, to and for patriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity?

Are there any male-dominated political efforts to legalize all forms of rape and force women and girls of any and all ages (including girls being bottle-fed and in diapers--to permanently erase the ideas of feminism and civil and human rights for women when they're just babies) to be sex and breeding slaves to all males who embrace and demand to live in an Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey-inspired world to "liberate" those men from feminism and women's rights and validate all of their "darkest fantasies"?

On March 1, 1974, a grand jury in Washington, D.C., indicted several former aides of Nixon, who became known as the "Watergate Seven"—H. R. Haldeman, John Ehrlichman, John N. Mitchell, Charles Colson, Gordon C. Strachan, Robert Mardian, and Kenneth Parkinson—for conspiring to hinder the Watergate investigation. The grand jury secretly named Nixon as an unindicted co-conspirator. The special prosecutor dissuaded them from an indictment of Nixon, arguing that a president can be indicted only after he leaves office. John Dean, Jeb Stuart Magruder, and other figures had already pleaded guilty. On April 5, 1974, Dwight Chapin, the former Nixon appointments secretary, was convicted of lying to the grand jury. Two days later, the same grand jury indicted Ed Reinecke, the Republican Lieutenant Governor of California, on three charges of perjury before the Senate committee. Nixon's position was becoming increasingly precarious. On February 6, 1974, the House of Representatives approved H.Res. 803 giving the Judiciary Committee authority to investigate impeachment of the President. On July 27, 1974, the House Judiciary Committee voted 27-to-11 to recommend the first article of impeachment against the president: obstruction of justice. The Committee recommended the second article, abuse of power, on July 29, 1974. The next day, on July 30, 1974, the Committee recommended the third article: contempt of Congress. On August 20, 1974, the House authorized the printing of the Committee report H. Rep. 93–1305, which included the text of the resolution impeaching Nixon and set forth articles of impeachment against him. Faced with the inevitability of his impeachment and removal from office and with public opinion having turned decisively against him, Nixon decided to resign. In a nationally televised address from the Oval Office on the evening of August 8, 1974, the president said, in part: "In all the decisions I have made in my public life, I have always tried to do what was best for the Nation. In the past few days, however, it has become evident to me that I no longer have a strong enough political base in the Congress to justify continuing that effort.…the interest of the Nation must always come before any personal considerations. From the discussions I have had with Congressional and other leaders, I have concluded that because of the Watergate matter I might not have the support of the Congress that I would consider necessary to back the very difficult decisions and carry out the duties of this office in the way the interests of the Nation would require. …as President, I must put the interest of America first. America needs a full-time President and a full-time Congress, particularly at this time with problems we face at home and abroad. To continue to fight through the months ahead for my personal vindication would almost totally absorb the time and attention of both the President and the Congress in a period when our entire focus should be on the great issues of peace abroad and prosperity without inflation at home. Therefore, I shall resign the Presidency effective at noon tomorrow. Vice President Ford will be sworn in as President at that hour in this office." (Wikipedia)

How I Broke The Cycle Of Intergenerational Trauma, Incest, and Sexual, Physical, and Emotional Abuse - Tiffany Hamilton

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Published: January 12, 2023 (12th day) Duration: 12:21 (741 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_1af_yV6Lg R_1af_yV6Lg RafyVLg afglrvy 1+6+7+20+80+700+400=1214. 1214+1+6=1221. 1221+741=1962. 1962+12=1974.

Strong's Concordance #1974 hillul: From halal (in the sense of rejoicing); a celebration of thanksgiving for harvest -- merry, praise. Original Word: הִלּוּל

That's the rotten core of the anti-American MAGA Nazi cult and political movement. This is the endgame of 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey sexual predator, domestic abuser, and con artist female self-abuse, self-harm, and self-sabotage farm animal face. That's one of the possibly millions of faces of the victims of the Make America Great Again (by vicitimizing all girls and women when they're being bottle-fed and in diapers so they'll never know any different) movement. This is the truth of why the MAGA cult targeted Roe vs. Wade and why they'll never stop assaulting girls and women and legalizing their intergenerational incestuous rape, forced impregnation, and female domestic slavery lifestyle. The United States of America will never be united and great until American men and boys choose to stand united with American women and girls, in united American homes where American families are united by mutual respect for one another, and loving, united, educated, sophisticated, and worldly American ladies and gentlemen make and keep America united and great.

Considering that politicians and their supporters who undeniably embrace and act upon Aleister Crowley's and Anton LaVey's worldviews have legalized domestic violence and rape against ALL women and girls of ANY age, incest, forced impregnation and breeding, sexual grooming of girls of ANY age, and the death penalty for anyone who tries to protect or help those victimized women and girls, modern feminists cheering those people on with Aleister Crowley's and Anton LaVey's farm animal face expressions is accelerating the American implosion. It's exactly the same as Marsha Blackburn voting against reproductive rights, the Violence Against Women Act, Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act, and the Paycheck Fairness Act while being a woman (Tennessee's first woman senator) in a position to help women, but abusing and sabotaging them instead. The Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face isn't liberating any women or girls from the Anton LaVeys of the world; it's just fueling and perpetuating all of those abuses against women and girls by validating that worldview. When any woman makes the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face, they're giving the Anton LaVeys of the world their public seal of approval and saying that every woman and girl wants, needs, deserves, and really, really likes and fantasizes about being abused in all the ways Anton LaVey abused the women and girls he had access to. I really don't understand, and I seriously doubt I'd want to understand, how any modern woman with any self-respect can knowingly sabotage themselves and every other woman and girl in the world via the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face.

If anyone believes that women degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face for partriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity is a crucial component in female equality in human evolution and the strengthening of an inclusive, expansive, loving, nurturing, and humanitarian free will-based society, it'd be interesting to see and hear modern feminists debate the issue on behalf of all women and girls past, present, and future.

Likewise, if anyone believes that women degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face for partriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity is a crucial component in preventing and denying female equality in human evolution and the complete destruction of an inclusive, expansive, loving, nurturing, and humanitarian free will-based society, it'd be interesting to see and hear modern feminists debate the issue on behalf of all women and girls past, present, and future.

It's of utmost importance to remember that Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey were sexual predators, domestic abusers, and con artists in the 1930s and 1960s. It's extremely unlikely that the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face was ever intended, nor is it now intended, to fully liberate all women and girls from societal norms, expectations, and patriarchal oppression, repression, and domestic enslavement through "living out their darkest fantasies" that could then be used to exploit, extort, and force them back "into their place" in patriarchal 1930s and 1960s societies. The math isn't mathing, because that's never going to add up to female empowerment and equality in any age for any woman or girl.

"There are some good people. But a good chunk of them will lie for no reason at all - it'll be ten o'clock and they'll tell you it's nine. You're looking at the clock and you can't even fathom why they're lying. They just lie because that's what they do." - John Cusack

3000+318… Sam & Dave - Hold On I'm Coming

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Published: October 29, 2018 (302nd day) Duration: 2:32 (152 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsJuhJJCdoI vsJuhJJCdoI cdhijjjosuv 3+4+8+9+600+600+600+50+90+200+700=2864. 2864+152=3016. 3016+302=3318.

Strong's Concordance #3318 yatsa: to go or come out, appear, bring forth, break out, escape, carry out, lead out, grow, spread out, be risen Original Word: יָצָא

High Infidelity (Zeena's Version) (From the Cremation Jar) - Demolished Anton LaVey Black House and Postmortem Fact Sheet Remix: Do you really want to know where he was October 29th? She said he was freeloading. She was keeping count. He was pathetic at the house. He bent the truth too far; she put her records on and burned his city to the ground. He became an ashen compound; like his squalid Black House; as a warm up for goin' down, down, down. And it was later found that every legend pooped from his forked-tongue mouth was nothin' but a lyin', dirty, dirty cheatin' sound. He wasted his whole life foolin' 'round. Then two ladies unsheathed their bittersweet frosted receipts and saw to it he finally found out.

Anton LaVey's Death: Wednesday, 29 October 1997 = 28th of Tishrei, 5758 Parashat Noach כ״ח בְּתִשְׁרֵי תשנ״ח Parashat Noach is the 2nd weekly Torah portion in the annual Jewish cycle of Torah reading. Torah Portion: Genesis 6:9-11:32 Noach (“Noah”) begins as God decides to destroy mankind with a flood. At God’s command, the righteous Noah builds an ark, where Noah, his family, and select animals survive the flood. Noah’s children bear children, and several generations develop. God confounds the speech of people building the Tower of Babel.

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The Black House was a building that formerly stood at 6114 California St. in San Francisco, California, in the United States. The house was used by Anton LaVey as the headquarters of his Church of Satan from 1966 until his death in 1997. LaVey conducted Satanic seminars and rituals at the house; one of the most notorious such rituals was the Satanic baptism of his daughter Zeena Schreck in 1967, punctuated by LaVey speaking the words "Hail Zeena! Hail Satan!" over the nude body of a female acting as the 'Satanic Altar'. Public ceremonies were performed at the house until 1972. LaVey lost ownership of the house in 1991 as the result of a court settlement resulting from his separation from Diane Hegarty, but LaVey was allowed to reside at the Black House until his death from poor health, increasing paranoia, and a pulmonary edema on October 29, 1997 at St. Mary’s Medical Center in San Francisco, CA. (Wikipedia) Following LaVey's death, members of the Church of Satan unsuccessfully attempted to raise funds to repurchase the house, and it was demolished on October 17, 2001. A duplex now stands in its place. (Wikipedia)

“if life teaches anything at all, it teaches that there are so many happy endings that the man who believes there is no God needs his rationality called into serious question.” ― Stephen King, It

“The timing was just right enough so that things worked out wrong for everyone.” ― Stephen King, It

“If there are ten thousand medieval peasants who create vampires by believing them real, there may be one—probably a child—who will imagine the stake necessary to kill it. But a stake is only stupid wood; the mind is the mallet which drives it home.” ― Stephen King, It

“Someday you're just going to go too far and that will be the end.” ― Stephen King, It

On February 2, 1998, Anton LaVey's estranged daughter Zeena Schreck and her then husband Nikolas Schreck published a nine-page "fact sheet", in which they endorsed Wright's earlier allegations and claimed that many more of LaVey's stories about his life had been false.

LEGEND: In 1945 the 15-year-old Anton LaVey was brought to the ruins of postwar Germany by his uncle, a U.S. Coast Guard officer. There the teenaged Anton LaVey was shown top-secret films inspired by Satanic cult lodges and their rituals. Anton LaVey claimed that the "German" rituals in his 1972 book The Satanic Rituals were actual transcripts of the filmed rituals he saw as a youth.

REALITY: Young Howard spent the entirety of 1945 in suburban northern California, and never visited Germany at any time in his life. The uncle who he claimed brought him to Germany was incarcerated at McNeill Island Penitentiary for involvement with Al Capone-related criminal activity during 1945, and was never in the armed forces. Allied martial law forbade U.S. citizens from visiting postwar Germany. The "German" rituals in the Satanic Rituals are written in extremely poor, Anglicized German. They are clearly uncredited adaptations of the short story The Hounds of Tindalos by Frank Belknap Long and H.G. Wells' famous novel The Island of Dr. Moreau.

SOURCES: Anton LaVey relatives, former wife Diane LaVey, The Hounds of Tindalos, The Island of Dr. Moreau, The Satanic Rituals, Church of Satan member Rosalind Herkommer (who translated Anton LaVey's rituals into German).

LEGEND: The 15-year-old Anton LaVey played second oboe with the San Francisco Ballet Orchestra, making him the youngest musician ever to play with that prestigious institution.

REALITY: There was no "San Francisco Ballet Orchestra" in 1945. The San Francisco Ballet was accompanied by a local orchestra, whose records show that none of its three oboists was named "Levey" or "LaVey".

SOURCES: San Francisco Performing Arts Library & Museum, San Francisco, California.

LEGEND: In 1947 Anton LaVey ran away from home and joined the Clyde Beatty Circus. The Circus employed the 17-year-old as a lion tamer. He then replaced the Circus calliope player, accompanying such famous Beatty acts as the Concellos, Harold Alanza, and the Cristianis.

REALITY: The voluminous Beatty archives show no record of a "Levey" or "LaVey" as lion tamer or musician. The Concellos, Alanza, and Cristianis were never Beatty performers; they worked exclusively for the Ringling Brothers Circus.

SOURCES: Beatty 1947 Route Books, Circus World Museum, Baraboo, Wisconsin (Wright, "SD", page 67); Anton LaVey relatives.

LEGEND: In 1948 the 18-year-old Anton LaVey was engaged to play organ at the Mayan burlesque theater in Los Angeles. There he met a young stripper named Marilyn Monroe, with whom he had a passionate love affair in the period before her rise to film stardom. According to Anton LaVey, Monroe had resorted to stripping to pay her rent. As proof of his relationship with Monroe, Anton LaVey later showed visitors a copy of Monroe's famous nude calendar inscribed "Dear Tony, How many times have you seen this! Love, Marilyn".

REALITY: Anton LaVey never knew Monroe. Monroe intimate Robert Slatzer and Harry Lipton, Monroe's agent in 1948, have exposed and discredited this tale. Lipton paid Monroe's expenses, including her rent. Paul Valentine, director of the Mayan Theater, has stated that the Mayan was never a burlesque theater, and that neither Monroe nor Anton LaVey ever worked for the Mayan in any capacity. Diane LaVey, Anton LaVey's former wife, has admitted that she forged the "Monroe" inscription on the calendar. Anton LaVey's former publicist Edward Webber claims Anton LaVey admitted he never knew Monroe.

SOURCES: Diane LaVey, Paul Valentine (Wright, "SD", page #68), Harry Lipton (Aquino-Lipton conversation 12/1/82), Robert Slatzer (letter to Aquino 11/27/82), Edward Webber (interview by Aquino 6/2/91).

LEGEND: Anton LaVey was exposed to the savagery of human nature during his stint as a San Francisco Police photographer in the early 1950s.

REALITY: San Francisco Police Department past employment records include no "Howard Levey" nor "Anton LaVey". Frank Moser, who was a SFPD photographer in the early 1950s, said that Anton LaVey never worked for the Department.

SOURCES: SFPD records, Frank Moser (Wright, "SD", page 68).

LEGEND: Anton LaVey studied criminology at San Francisco City College during the Korean War.

REALITY: SFCC has no record of Anton LaVey's enrollment at any time.

SOURCES: SFCC records (Wright, "SD", page 68).

LEGEND: Anton LaVey purchased the house at 6114 California Street (which would later become the headquarters of the Church of Satan - the infamous "Black House") because he discovered on first inspection that it was the former brothel of Barbary Coast madam Mammy Pleasant. The house was honeycombed with trapdoors and secret passageways, built by Pleasant to elude police raids.

REALITY: 6114 was Anton LaVey's parents' home. It was never a brothel, nor did Mammy Pleasant ever live or work there. Anton LaVey's parents first allowed Anton LaVey and his first wife Carole to live in the house, then transferred ownership of it to Anton LaVey and his second wife Diane in 1971. Such secret passages and hidden rooms that exist were constructed by Anton LaVey.

SOURCES: Relatives, San Francisco property records (Michael & Gertrude Levey, Joint Tenancy Grant Deed, July 9, 1971).

LEGEND: In the 1950s Anton LaVey traveled to Nice, France, where he recorded an album of organ music under the pseudonym of "Georges Montalba".

REALITY: Anton LaVey's first and only trip to France was in the mid-1970s, when his Dutch disciple Maarten Lamers, Amsterdam sex club owner, financed his voyage. The "Anton LaVey=Montalba" story appeared in 1989, when a gullible Church of Satan member found a Montalba album and suggested that it was similar to Anton LaVey's own music. Anton LaVey, never pleased by competition, responded with the preposterous "pseudonym" claim - which is still ardently supported by his posthumous followers.

SOURCES: Diane LaVey, Zeena LaVey.

LEGEND: Anton LaVey was the official city organist for San Francisco until 1966, playing for gala events such as government banquets and political meetings.

REALITY: San Francisco has never had an "official city organist". According to Anton LaVey's first wife Carole, his only income of $29.91/week was generated by his regular engagement at the "Lost Weekend" nightclub, where he was the house Wurlitzer organist.

SOURCE: Julie Burford, Civic Auditorium, San Francisco, California (Wright, "SD", page 68). Carole LaVey's divorce proceeding records (Wright, "SD", page 68).

LEGEND: On the night of April 30, 1966 (the German Satanic festival of Walpurgisnacht), Anton LaVey in a "blinding flash" declared himself the High Priest of Satan, proclaimed that the Age of Satan had begun, and founded the Church of Satan as a religious institution.

REALITY: In 1966 Anton LaVey supplemented his income by presenting weekend lectures on exotic and occult topics, and by conducting "Witches' Workshops". He charged $2 a head, filling his living room with the curious and establishing a local reputation as an eccentric. Professional publicist Edward Webber suggested to Anton LaVey that he "would never make any money by lecturing on Friday nights for donations … it would be better to form some sort of church and get a charter from the State of California … I told Anton at the time that the press was going to flip out over all this and that we would get a lot of notoriety". In the summer of 1966, long after the fictional founding-date invented later, a newspaper article about Anton LaVey's lectures offhandedly referred to him as "priest of the Devil's church". This mixture of Webber's idea and the newspaper's characterization resulted in the creation of the Church of Satan as a business and publicity vehicle. Jack Webb, a San Francisco Police investigator who knew Anton LaVey from the "Lost Weekend" nightclub, also suggested that he should form a church of some kind to exploit his recondite knowledge.

SOURCES: Edward Webber (interview by Aquino 6/2/91), Jack Webb, Diane LaVey.

LEGEND: Anton LaVey's trademark shaved head was the result of a ceremonial head-shaving on April 30, 1966, to formalize his role as High Priest of Satan. This ritual was performed in the tradition of the Yezidi devil-worshipping tribes of Iraq, who were said to have carried out a similar ceremony.

REALITY: Anton LaVey shaved his head in the summer of 1966 due to a light-hearted dare from his wife. The "LaVey look" had nothing to do with the Church of Satan founding nor any mystical meaning attached to it later. Nor do Yezidi qawwals (religious teachers) shave their heads.

SOURCES: Diane LaVey; Ethel S. Drower, Peacock Angel, 1941; C.J. Edmonds, A Pilgrimage to Lalish, Royal Asiatic Society, 1967.

LEGEND: In 1966 Anton LaVey personally designed the Baphomet emblem of the Church of Satan. He owns the right to this design, claiming it cannot be reproduced without obtaining licensing rights from the Church of Satan.

REALITY: The Baphomet emblem used by the Church of Satan was neither original to it nor created by Anton LaVey, hence cannot be trademarked. The original Baphomet dates at least as far back as the medieval Knights Templar. The artwork for the current emblem's goat/pentagram first appears in a 1931 book by Oswald Wirth. The complete emblem with the added circles and "LVYThN" Hebrew letters appears on the cover of a book by Maurice Bessy two years before the creation of the Church of Satan. Early photos of Church activities often show Anton LaVey or his disciples using the Bessy book as a photo-prop because of its prominent cover-Baphomet, and he included that book in his Compleat Witch bibliography. The Baphomet, including this rendition of it, is clearly in the public domain.

SOURCES: Oswald Wirth, La fran-maconnerie rendue intelligible a ces adeptes - II, "Le compagnon", Paris: Derry-Livres, 1931, page #60; Maurice Bessy, A Pictorial History of Magic and the Supernatural, London: Spring Books, 1964 [the original edition of this work - Histoire en 1000 images de la magie - was published in 1961 by Editions du Pont Royal]; Thomas H. Hilton, Sex and the Occult, Vol. I, Los Angeles: Centurion Press, 1974;Church of Satan members, The Black Flame (a 1980s Church of Satan magazine).

LEGEND: One of Anton LaVey's most widely-accepted falsehoods is his claim that he served as technical advisor for the 1968 Roman Polanski film Rosemary's Baby. Anton LaVey also claimed to have played the curiously-uncredited part of the Devil in that film.

REALITY: Anton LaVey had no involvement with Rosemary's Baby. Polanski's close friend Gene Gutowski (original producer of the film) stated that there was no technical advisor, nor did Anton LaVey ever even meet Polanski. Producer William Castle, who details all aspects of the film's production in his autobiography, never mentions Anton LaVey. He does describe Polanski's diligence in basing the film exactly on the Ira Levin novel from which it was adapted, eliminating any need for technical advice. The father of the actress who played Mia Farrow's body-double in the Devil scene recalled that a young, very slender professional dancer played the part, dressed in a small rubber suit. In 1971 this suit was acquired by Studio One Productions in Louisville, Kentucky, for use in a low-budget horror film Asylum of Satan. Michael Aquino, technical advisor for that film, examined the suit and concluded that the 200-pound, 6-foot Anton LaVey could not possibly have worn it. [The suit was worn by a girl in the Asylum film.] Not a single member of the cast or crew of Rosemary's Baby has ever mentioned Anton LaVey's involvement. In 1968 a San Francisco theater did ask ASL to make an appearance at the film's local opening as a promotional event. This appears to have been Anton LaVey's only connection with the film that engendered the 1960s' popular interest in Satanism.

SOURCES: Gene Gutowski; William Castle, Step Right Up! I'm Gonna Scare the Pants off America, New York: Pharos Books, 1992; Diane LaVey, Michael A. Aquino (COS, page #17).

LEGEND: Jayne Mansfield, Hollywood sex symbol and actress, was a card-carrying Satanist and had an affair with Anton LaVey.

REALITY: Publicity agent Tony Kent, an associate of Ed Webber, arranged the meeting between Mansfield and Anton LaVey as a publicity stunt. Anton LaVey was smitten with the actress. Mansfield, who made no secret of her many affairs, denied knowing ASL intimately, and no associate of hers has ever confirmed any supposed romance with Anton LaVey. In a 1967 interview she said, "He had fallen in love with me and wanted to join my life with his. It was a laugh." According to Anton LaVey's publicist Edward Webber, Mansfield would ridicule her Satanic suitor by calling from her Los Angeles home and seductively teasing him while her friends listened in on the conversation. Anton LaVey's public claims that he had an affair with Mansfield began only after Mansfield's death in an automobile accident, which he also claimed was the result of a curse he had placed on her lover Sam Brody.

SOURCES: Edward Webber (interview by Aquino 6/2/91); interview with Mansfield quoted in Jayne Mansfield by May Mann, Pocket Books, 1974.

LEGEND: Anton LaVey wrote the Satanic Bible, his principal work, to fulfill his congregation's need for a scriptural guide.

REALITY: The Satanic Bible was conceived as a commercial vehicle by paperback publisher Avon Books. Avon approached Anton LaVey for some kind of Satanic work to cash in on the Satanism & witchcraft fad of the late 1960s. Pressed for material to meet Avon's deadline, Anton LaVey resorted to plagiarism, assembling extracts from an obscure 1896 tract - Might is Right by Ragnar Redbeard into a "Book of Satan" for the SB, and claiming its authorship by himself. [Ironically these MiR passages are the ones most frequently quoted by Anton LaVey disciples.] Another third of the SB consists of John Dee's "Enochian Keys", taken directly but again without attribution from Aleister Crowley's Equinox. The SB's "Nine Satanic Statements", one of the Church of Satan's central doctrines, is a paraphrase, again unacknowledged, of passages from Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. The last words in the SB - "Yankee Rose" - have been puzzled over for years by readers. "YR" is actually the name of an old popular tune in Anton LaVey's nightclub repertoire.

SOURCES: Anton LaVey, The Satanic Bible; Ragnar Redbeard, Might is Right, Port Townsend: Loompanics (reprint), 1896; Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged (Galt's speech, ca. pages #936-993); "Yankee Rose" by Sidney Holden & Abe Frankl (Irving Berlin Music, 1926).

LEGEND: Anton LaVey claimed that at the height of the Church of Satan's popularity there were hundreds of thousands of formal members.

REALITY: Diane LaVey (who administered the Church as High Priestess 1966-1984), Michael A. Aquino (senior Magister of the Church and Editor of its Cloven Hoof newsletter 1971-1975), and Zeena LaVey (High Priestess of the Church 1985-1990) have all affirmed that the figures claimed by Anton LaVey were grossly exaggerated. The membership of the Church of Satan never exceeded 300 individuals, several of whom were nonmember subscribers to the newsletter or Anton LaVey friends receiving complimentary mailings.

SOURCES: Diane LaVey, Michael A. Aquino, Zeena LaVey.

LEGEND: Anton LaVey claimed to be a multimillionaire, owning three homes in northern California, a convent in Italy, a chateau in France, a fleet of luxury automobiles, a 185-foot yacht, three salvage ships, and other property.

REALITY: During Diane [LaVey] Hegarty's 1988-91 lawsuit against Anton LaVey, and Anton LaVey's subsequent 1991 filing for bankruptcy, Anton LaVey stipulated under oath that he owned nothing more than 50% of the house his parents had given jointly to him and Diane, along with the personal items he kept therein. Anton LaVey's final years were subsidized by California state aid. Assessors declared the house to be in such poor repair as to be nearly worthless on the real estate market. Family members have attested to the fact that by the mid-1970s the LaVeys lived in near-poverty, frequently having to rely upon Anton LaVey's father's generosity. According to other LaVey relatives, Anton LaVey continued to rely on handouts from friends and relatives until the end of his life.

SOURCES: Hegarty v. LaVey (San Francisco Superior Court Case #891863), Anton LaVey Bankruptcy, Chapter 7 (U.S. Bankruptcy Court, Northern California, Case #91-34251), Zeena LaVey, other relatives.

LEGEND: Anton LaVey presented himself as a loving family man.

REALITY: Anton LaVey violently beat his wife Diane throughout their marriage. In 1984 a police report was made describing Diane being strangled into unconsciousness by Anton LaVey, who was in such a murderous rage that his daughter Karla had to pull him off Diane and drag her outside the house to save her life. Anton LaVey routinely physically beat and abused those of his female disciples with whom he had sex, forcing them into prostitution as part of his "Satanic counseling" and collecting their earnings. In 1986 Anton LaVey was a passive witness to the sexual molestation of his own grandson by a longtime friend who was later convicted of sex crimes with minors. In 1990 Anton LaVey informed a mentally-ill stalker of his daughter Zeena of her whereabouts and the time & location of a public appearance she was scheduled to make, deliberately endangering her life.

SOURCES: San Francisco Police records of ASL attack on Diane LaVey, Zeena LaVey, Diane LaVey, Stanton LaVey.

LEGEND: Anton LaVey had a deeply affectionate relationship with Togare, his pet lion.

REALITY: While Anton LaVey was always careful to portray himself to the public as an animal lover, in private he was cruel to and neglectful of his pets. When he was given Togare as a cub in 1964, he was ill-equipped to deal with such an exotic, wild animal despite his pretensions as a circus lion-tamer. As Togare became larger and more unruly, Anton LaVey frequently used an electric cattle prod to hurt and frighten him into submission. Many animal-rights proponents, including Togare's final owner Tippi Hedren, agree that it is detrimental to a wild animal's development to be raised in a domestic environment. Anton LaVey was arrested due to Togare's unruly behavior, and Anton LaVey was ordered to donate him to the San Francisco Zoo. After complying, Anton LaVey made only two visits to Togare. Due to the trauma of his early life, Togare needed special care at the Zoo and at every animal-care facility in which he subsequently lived.

SOURCES: Jack Castor (Lion Keeper, San Francisco Zoo), Diane LaVey, Zeena LaVey, Tippi Hedren (The Cats of Shamballa, McGraw-Hill, 1985).

LEGEND: Anton LaVey had a deeply affectionate relationship with his other pets.

REALITY: In the late 1960s Anton LaVey acquired a Doberman Pinscher (Loki) as an accent to his "sinister" image. Anton LaVey never took the time to housebreak or train Loki, and relegated him to the overgrown and unkempt backyard of the house, regardless of weather. If Loki ever tried to slip into the house for shelter, Anton LaVey routinely used Togare's cattle-prod on him to terrify him back outside. In his old age Loki developed such severe arthritis that he could not climb the stairs to the back door to eat, and began wasting away from malnutrition. Anton LaVey then gave him to one of his prostitute "students", who at least saw that Loki had a warm, inside home until he died a few months later. During her young childhood Anton LaVey's daughter Zeena once awoke late at night to hear slamming sounds and the shrieking of her German Shepherd puppy. Running downstairs, she saw Anton LaVey savagely beating the cowering, cornered dog with a wooden plank. When Zeena begged Anton LaVey to stop and asked him what the dog had done to deserve such treatment, Anton LaVey screamed, "She won't listen to me! I'm going to force her to obey me!" Anton LaVey continued beating the dog until her face was covered with her blood, then dropped the plank and left the dog quivering in the hallway, so injured and frightened that she wouldn't let even Zeena come near her. This incident left the dog traumatized for a long time afterwards.

SOURCES: Diane LaVey, Zeena LaVey.

LEGEND: On Anton LaVey's original death certificate the date of his demise was recorded as October 31, 1997 (Halloween).

REALITY: An official investigation by the City of San Francisco determined that Anton LaVey's actual date of death was October 29, 1997 and that the "Halloween" date had been illegally written on the document.

SOURCES: Death Certificate #380278667, San Francisco Department of Public Health; Dr. Giles Miller (attending physician at Anton LaVey's death), Physician's Amendment to Death Certificate, 11/26/97.

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World MS Day

World Sea Lion Day

World Vape Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Mint Julep Day

National Potato Day (Peru)

National Scone Day

4th & Last Tuesday in May

Mampoer Festival (Moonshine Festival; Cullinan, South Africa)

World Bedwetting Day [Last Tuesday]

Independence Days

Dan Državnosti (Statehood Day; Croatia)

Eintractia (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Eleytheria (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Goa Statehood Day (India)

Feast Days

St. Chrysostom (Positivist; Saint)

Einherjar (Asatru; memorial to war dead in Valhalla)

Feast of the Queen of Heaven (Pagan)

Felix, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Ferdinand III of Castile, King of Castile and Leon (Christian; Saint)

Frigg's Day (Norse Queen of Heaven)

Harvest Festival (Malaysia)

Isaac of Dalmatia (Christian; Saint)

Joan of Arc (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Marello (Christian; Saint)

Maguil, Recluse in Picardy (Christian; Saint)

Meinherjar (Feast of Valhalla; Pagan)

Pro Hart (Artology)

Random Acts of Kindness Day (Pastafarian)

Spook (Muppetism)

Walston of Bawburgh (Christian; Saint) [Agricultural Works, Farmers, Farm Workers, Field Hands]

Winnie Ruth Judd Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [29 of 57]

Premieres

Bingo Crosbyana (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

The Bourne Identity, by Robert Ludlum (Novel; 1980)

Dark Town Strutters Ball, recorded by the Original Dixieland Jazz Band (1917)

Dumb Patrol (WB LT Cartoon; 1931)

Finding Nemo (Animated Disney Film; 2003)

Girls Like You, by Maroon 5 (Song; 2018)

The Italian Job (Film; 2003)

Living in the Material World, by George Harrison (Album; 1973)

Maleficent (Film; 2014)

The Marshall Mathers LP, by Eminem (Album; 2000)

One Hundred Years of Solitude (Novel; 1967)

Parasite (Film; 2019)

Passenger to Frankfurt, by Agatha Christie (Novel; 1971)

Sex and the City (Film; 2008)

Today’s Name Days

Ferdinand, Johanna, Otto (Austria)

Emiliya (Bulgaria)

Ferdinand, Ivana (Croatia)

Ferdinand (Czech Republic)

Vigand (Denmark)

Argo, Arro (Estonia)

Pasi (Finland)

Ferdinand, Jeanne, Lorraine (France)

Felix, Ferdinand, Johanna (Germany)

Emmeleia (Greece)

Janka, Zsanett (Hungary)

Felice, Ferdinando, Giovanni (Italy)

Kredo, Lola, Lolita, Vitolds (Latvia)

Ferdinandas, Joana, Jomilė, Vyliaudas, Žana (Lithuania)

Gard, Geir (Norway)

Andonik, Feliks, Ferdynand, Joanna, Sulimir (Poland)

Isaachie (România)

Ferdinand (Slovakia)

Estela, Estrella, Fernando, Juana (Spain)

Fritjof, Vera, Veronika (Sweden)

Joan, Joani, Joann, Joanna, Joanne, Johanna, Fawn, Fern, Fernanda, Fernando, Ferdinand, Ferdinanda, Ferdinando (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 150 of 2024; 215 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 22 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 12 (Wu-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Sivan 5783

Islamic: 10 Dhu al-Qada 1444

J Cal: 28 Bīja; Sevenday [28 of 30]

Julian: 17 May 2023

Moon: 78%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 10 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Chrysostom]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 71 of 90)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 9 of 32)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 150 of 2022; 215 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 22 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Púyuè), Day 1 (Gui-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 29 Iyar 5782

Islamic: 28 Shawwal 1443

J Cal: 30 Bīja; Eight Day [30 of 30]

Julian: 17 May 2022

Moon: 0% New Moon

Positivist: 10 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Chrysostom]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 69 of 90)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 9 of 30)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 11 months

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Holidays 5.30

Holidays

Anguilla Day

Arab Juice Day

Biafra Remembrance Day (Nigeria)

Canary Islands Day (Spain)

Daily Newspaper Day

Fakesgiving

Fishing Day (Elder Scrolls)

Garden Amazement Day

Harvest Festival (Malaysia)

Heirloom Seed Day

Ice Cream Freezer Day

Indian Arrival Day (Trinidad and Tobago)

International Doubles Day

International Hug Your Cat Day

Jag’s McCartney Day (Turks and Caicos Islands)

Joan of Arc Day

Kaamatan Harvest Festival begins (Kadazandusuns; Malaysia)

Lod Massacre Remembrance Day (Puerto Rico)

Loomis Day

Mother’s Day (Nicaragua)

My Bucket's Got A Hole In It Day

National Creativity Day

National E-Bike Day

National Gopher Revolution Day

National Jennifer Day

National Multiple Sclerosis Day

National Nail Tech Day

National Recruiters Day

National Sofia Day

National Women in Baseball Day

No Garbage Day (Japan)

Paperback Writer Day

Parliament Day (Croatia)

Reconciliation Day (Australia)

Sabitri Amabasya (Odisha, India)

Strawberry Day (French Republic)

Swing Day a.k.a. Tano Day (Korea) [5th Day of 5th Lunar Month]

This Day

Water a Flower Day

World Juice Day

World MS Day

World Sea Lion Day

World Vape Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Mint Julep Day

National Potato Day (Peru)

National Scone Day

4th & Last Tuesday in May

Mampoer Festival (Moonshine Festival; Cullinan, South Africa)

World Bedwetting Day [Last Tuesday]

Independence Days

Dan Državnosti (Statehood Day; Croatia)

Eintractia (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Eleytheria (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Goa Statehood Day (India)

Feast Days

St. Chrysostom (Positivist; Saint)

Einherjar (Asatru; memorial to war dead in Valhalla)

Feast of the Queen of Heaven (Pagan)

Felix, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Ferdinand III of Castile, King of Castile and Leon (Christian; Saint)

Frigg's Day (Norse Queen of Heaven)

Harvest Festival (Malaysia)

Isaac of Dalmatia (Christian; Saint)

Joan of Arc (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Marello (Christian; Saint)

Maguil, Recluse in Picardy (Christian; Saint)

Meinherjar (Feast of Valhalla; Pagan)

Pro Hart (Artology)

Random Acts of Kindness Day (Pastafarian)

Spook (Muppetism)

Walston of Bawburgh (Christian; Saint) [Agricultural Works, Farmers, Farm Workers, Field Hands]

Winnie Ruth Judd Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [29 of 57]

Premieres

Bingo Crosbyana (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

The Bourne Identity, by Robert Ludlum (Novel; 1980)

Dark Town Strutters Ball, recorded by the Original Dixieland Jazz Band (1917)

Dumb Patrol (WB LT Cartoon; 1931)

Finding Nemo (Animated Disney Film; 2003)

Girls Like You, by Maroon 5 (Song; 2018)

The Italian Job (Film; 2003)

Living in the Material World, by George Harrison (Album; 1973)

Maleficent (Film; 2014)

The Marshall Mathers LP, by Eminem (Album; 2000)

One Hundred Years of Solitude (Novel; 1967)

Parasite (Film; 2019)

Passenger to Frankfurt, by Agatha Christie (Novel; 1971)

Sex and the City (Film; 2008)

Today’s Name Days

Ferdinand, Johanna, Otto (Austria)

Emiliya (Bulgaria)

Ferdinand, Ivana (Croatia)

Ferdinand (Czech Republic)

Vigand (Denmark)

Argo, Arro (Estonia)

Pasi (Finland)

Ferdinand, Jeanne, Lorraine (France)

Felix, Ferdinand, Johanna (Germany)

Emmeleia (Greece)

Janka, Zsanett (Hungary)

Felice, Ferdinando, Giovanni (Italy)

Kredo, Lola, Lolita, Vitolds (Latvia)

Ferdinandas, Joana, Jomilė, Vyliaudas, Žana (Lithuania)

Gard, Geir (Norway)

Andonik, Feliks, Ferdynand, Joanna, Sulimir (Poland)

Isaachie (România)

Ferdinand (Slovakia)

Estela, Estrella, Fernando, Juana (Spain)

Fritjof, Vera, Veronika (Sweden)

Joan, Joani, Joann, Joanna, Joanne, Johanna, Fawn, Fern, Fernanda, Fernando, Ferdinand, Ferdinanda, Ferdinando (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 150 of 2024; 215 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 22 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 12 (Wu-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Sivan 5783

Islamic: 10 Dhu al-Qada 1444

J Cal: 28 Bīja; Sevenday [28 of 30]

Julian: 17 May 2023

Moon: 78%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 10 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Chrysostom]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 71 of 90)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 9 of 32)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 150 of 2022; 215 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 22 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Púyuè), Day 1 (Gui-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 29 Iyar 5782

Islamic: 28 Shawwal 1443

J Cal: 30 Bīja; Eight Day [30 of 30]

Julian: 17 May 2022

Moon: 0% New Moon

Positivist: 10 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Chrysostom]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 69 of 90)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 9 of 30)

#Holidays

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privilegeclubparis · 2 years

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osferth · 3 years

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aethelwold

my opinion on him changes literally every two seconds but above all he is the most problematic fav of all and i miss him a LOT. its a love-hate relationship but i understand where he is coming from sometimes in terms of ambition, bc if i was the son of the king and my uncle took over instead id be mad as hell, even if at the end of the day he's irresponsible as shit

(he does have some banger lines tho. my fav is probably either the tit speech or when he said "perhaps a hole in the ground" for ceolwulf, who then immediately died)

#the last kingdom #aethelwold #when he is mean to osferth >:(#but when he is mean to literally anyone else >:)#he makes me laugh #a lot #good trait in a man!!!!!!!#and they have some variety #finan ur cool but i want some variety pls #one can only take so many cock/tit jokes #and honestly aethelwolds tit speech was magnificent #unparalleled #incredible #10/10 #no other tit joke can even compare #and tbh i didnt like when finan was saying abt sihtrics wife in s3 #even if sihtric took it like a champ #pro sex worker king #ask

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oneoftheextras · 2 years

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ultimatum | one

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summary: you work at UA, meet aizawa, and then he starts noticing the similarities between you and his favourite camgirl. he gives you an ultimatum: fuck him on cam, or he tells principal nezu.

words: 5.1k

warnings: 18+, reader is a cam girl/sex worker, blackmail, coercion, sub/dom dynamic.

a/n: i wrote this like a year ago, the whole thing got to like 10k words so there will be a part two.

part 1 | part 2

“I’ve sent a 10 minute reminder for that meeting, Sir!” you said, projecting said email template into the air in front of your eyes. Your quirk wasn’t anything too special or ground breaking, but it did make you a very good organiser.

Nezu glanced up over his glasses to view what you were showing him and nodded, “Thank you,” he smiled as he poured hot water into his small china kettle.

It was nice to have your quirk appreciated. You could create small illusions in front of you, but the catch was - it had to be of something physical that you’d previously viewed. You couldn’t conjure any old image, that’s why you’d gone into an office based profession.

All you needed was a laptop and your quirk and you could visibly show admin work to whoever you were talking to - you were literally a human projector.

Not many people found a use for your quirk, often people just opted to buy an actual projector so they didn’t have to pay out an extra salary every month; but Nezu had seen your potential and hired you as his personal assistant.

The white-furred mammal preened, “I would also like you to join me, there will be a lot of information floating around so I will need you to make note of it for me. Of course, I could do it myself, but I’d rather not be rude to the rest of the faculty” he explained.

The reasoning was justified, but you couldn’t help feel the small lump in your throat be swallowed down harshly.

This would be the first time you’d come face to face with the other teachers at UA. Nezu allowed you to stay in your office, he knew how easily you were intimidated by the large names the establishment housed.

They weren’t strangers, you’d attended the same entrance exam as the Pro Heroes that roamed these halls, and that’s when you realised how under-trained and unskilled you were for the Pro Hero world.

With your ability to fight being mediocre at best, and your stamina being nothing short of shocking, it wasn’t a surprise that you hadn’t passed. That was the price you paid for not having a flashy quirk.

“Understood, Sir!” you nodded, picking up your laptop and phone. There wasn’t any point in arguing with him, if he felt as though you were needed, then you were needed.

Nezu was extremely intelligent, he could easily handle this himself, so the fact that he had asked you to join him must have been for the benefit of everyone else attending the meeting. Not just him.

He handed you a porcelain cup filled with a green tinted liquid and sent you a small smile. You never expected this type of hospitality from your Boss, but you were always grateful when he showed it to you.

Once everyone was seated in the spacious board room, Nezu got straight to the point, and addressed everyone’s concerns around the recent Villain attack on Class 1A.

The room was uncomfortably quiet. Everyone listened to Nezu silently; Midnight looked bored out of her mind, whereas Vlad King seemed to be taking his own notes.

“Any questions?” Nezu asked while taking a sip of the tea he’d poured the two of you a few moments earlier - it had to be cold by now.

“Just one-” a low voice rumbled from the other end of the table, it was so low that you felt the wood under your arms vibrate alongside his words, but that had to be your imagination.

The deepness of his pitch caught your attention as you glanced towards the sound. Pro Hero, Eraserhead, had his hand slightly raised in the air, waiting for permission to speak.

It was ironic in some ways, that a teacher would be the one to have to raise his hand to talk. “Go ahead, Aizawa,” Nezu nodded as he settled himself in his seat, sliding a notepad and a pen towards you, indicated that he would want you to take notes of this.

‘Aizawa’, you thought as you wrote his name down on the piece of paper in front of you and waited for him to speak again, “How can we be sure that putting the students in dorms wont just make them more of a target?” he was blunt with his question.

“Yeah!” Present Mic’s voice flew across the room, you didn’t need to look up to know it was him talking. “Surely putting them all in the same place is like putting a huge target on the building!” he said dramatically, you felt the thump through the table as he allowed his arms to fall harshly onto the surface.

Nezu went on to describe what the dorm buildings would look like and all the safety measures that would be put in place. You had to take a quick look at your laptop to find the blueprint of the building to remind yourself of the structure before you could project it for everyone else to see.

The entire time, it felt as though everyone was staring at you and it made you very uncomfortable. Little did you know, it wasn’t everyone, just someone.

Aizawa watched you intently as you jotted down his question, there was something familiar about you and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The way you spun the pen between your index and middle finger was triggering a memory in his mind, but he couldn’t pin-point which memory it was.

He followed the pen as you placed it between your teeth so you could use both hands on your laptop, he found himself staring at your lips. He could swear that he’d seen them before.

All his attention was on you and trying to place his memory, even though it was his question that Nezu was answering.

The meeting had been going for easily an hour, you were starting to feel the affects of overusing your quirk, you were lucky in some aspects, you would only get sleepy whereas some people would be in a lot of pain.

You tried to concentrate on stabilising your quirk, you’d never normally had to project for this long, you could see the rippling waves through your images, it looked like an old VHS TV, a sure sign that you were going to lose the image soon.

“My, I’ve been talking at you all for a while, shall we take a small break?” Nezu piped up and you sighed a breath of relief, he definitely must have noticed you struggling.

Once a large amount of the room had dispersed, Nezu turned to you, “Go and get a coffee” he put his fluffy hand on your forearm gently and gave it a little tap of encouragement, “I’m really sorry Sir, I just couldn’t hold it, I-” you start to apologise but he held his hand up to stop you. “Everyone’s quirk’s have their limits, don’t push yourself too hard” he wasn’t letting you apologise.

Aizawa had stood from his chair with the intention of getting a coffee for himself, but froze on the spot as soon as he heard you speak, he’d definitely heard your voice before, he just couldn’t think of where or, more importantly, why he was getting turned on by it.

When he heard your chair scrape across the floor, it pulled him out of his daydream, and he continued towards the canteen. He needed to hear more of you and realise where he knew you from, otherwise it was going to drive him crazy.

He purposely slowed his pace so you would walk in front of him, maybe if he saw more of you, he’d be able to figure it out.

As his eyes bore into the back of your head, they started to drift down your body as though he was tracing your spine - the way your hips moves as you walked, and the silhouette of your body was like an old friend.

He couldn’t help but stare at every movement you made as you power-walked in front of him, this wasn’t like him at all, he never took an interest in people let alone this much of an interest.

He would expect this type of behaviour from Hizashi, but not himself. Shamefully, he rearranged himself through his pockets so no one would see his arousal.

Watching you intently as you joined the line for the coffee machine, he saw you take your phone out of your pocket and stare down at it, he stood behind you but intentionally left a little bit of space.

He didn’t want to come across as a creep.

You knew it wasn’t very professional, but while you had a minute to yourself, you decided to check your social media timeline.

Before you snagged the job at UA, you had a period of time where you were unemployed, being quirkless will do that to you. So, on one alcohol haze infused night, you signed up for a camgirl website.

With rent and bills looming over your head, you felt it was a valid and smart idea. The website was pretty easy to use: you could livestream, post videos and photos, as well as privately message your fans - for a tip of course.

It started off slow, you realised that going from having no internet presence at all to trying to make a business out of it was a rather hard thing to do. So, you made accounts on all the other social media platforms: twitter, instagram, you even had a private snapchat.

You promised yourself at the beginning that you wouldn’t show your face or body fully, and you had kept a part of that promise, you always wore a mask or only had your mouth in view of the camera.

The intention was just to post suggestive photos and videos, just enough to get your audience’s imaginations going, but that didn’t last long.

After about a month of grinding to build an audience, a larger creator on the website had given you a shout out and suddenly your views skyrocketed. Going from only 100 subs to 25k overnight.

To celebrate, you decided to post your first topless photo and it did amazingly, the praise you got was addictive and you needed more.

It didn’t take long for you to stop walking the line between suggestive content and full on porn, the only thing you regret about it was not doing it sooner.

The amount of confidence that you gained from it was unbelievable, you saw your body in an entirely new light and embraced your sexuality wholeheartedly - if only you could have the same confidence in your day to day life.

The intention was to stop when you managed to find a stable job that paid a monthly salary, but you were as dependent on creating the content as your audience was for consuming it.

You opened up your messages tab and started reading through the comments you’d been getting, you’d previously asked people to send you questions to answer as a bit of a Q and A session.

“Why do you always have different colour hair in every video or livestream?” someone had asked. From the beginning, you wanted to try and hide your quirk or make it seem as though your quirk was something to do with changing your appearance, that way you had an excuse to hide your real hair.

You typed out an illusive response and posted it to your profile.

At that moment, Aizawa felt his pocket vibrate, he pulled out his own phone to see who was trying to contact him. A “New Post” notification came up on his screen and he hurriedly clicked on it while looking over his shoulder to make sure no one else could see his screen; just in case it was not safe for work.

The coffee machine line moved pretty quickly and soon it was your turn. You pressed what you wanted, waiting for the beans to brew you answered a few more questions while smiling down at your phone.

Shota watched you as your fingers tapped away at your phone screen, while his own phone vibrated constantly. His brain started to connect dots that he wasn’t entirely sure was there. There was no way.

“Hey, do you like black coffee?” he heard your voice call out, his eyes ripping away from his phone screen, “Hmm?” he hummed as a way to tell you to repeat yourself.

He was significantly taller than you and looking up at him made you feel small, not just because of the height difference but because of who he was. Any of the Heroes here would intimidate you.

When he made eye contact with you, you darted your eyeline to the side, a motion that ignited something inside Shota. You were so passively submissive and you weren’t even trying. He shook his head slightly, having those types of thoughts was not appropriate.

“Do you like black coffee? The machine gave me the wrong one, and I can’t stand black coffee” you did your best to raise your voice loud enough for him to hear, very aware of how quiet you were the first time.

“Oh, yeah, I do.” Aizawa answered your question with a nod, “Do you want it?” you held the cup out towards him and dared to make eye contact with him again, not realising the implications of what you were asking and how it was affecting Aizawa’s brain.

“Sure, thanks.” he said plainly, he was sure if he said anything else then his mind would tumble out of his mouth.

Taking the cup from your hands and stepping away from the line, he had the urge to wait for you, wanting to use this as an excuse to talk to you more, but the moment had passed and you’d continued on your coffee journey.

Your words resonated in his memory as he made his way back to the board room, ‘I can’t stand black coffee’ it had to be a coincidence.

While he prided himself on not being a creep like Hizoshi, he had secrets of his own, one being that he was completely and totally obsessed with camgirls, if Hizoshi knew he would never let him live it down.

He followed them on every social media, using an anonymous account of course. But only one of them earned the right to have notifications turned on, and because of that, he could answer almost any trivia question on them.

Scrolling furiously through their profile, he stopped when he found the tweet he was looking for, it was a quote retweet in response to a follower, they had said ‘I bet you don’t put creamer or sugar in your coffee, you’re too sweet already!’ - Aizawa had rolled his eyes at how cheesy and desperate this guy was for their attention.

Then he saw their response, ‘And you would be wrong, I hate black coffee, I can’t stand it’. His eyes widened and his jaw opened slightly, there was no possible way, it had to be a coincidence, many people don’t like black coffee.

He scrolled back to the top of the page and tapped the profile picture, it was cut off just above the top lip so he couldn’t see their face. He enlarged it and looked between your side profile and the image.

But then it all started to click, the way you spun the pen around your fingers, the way your lips moved when you placed it between your teeth. He’d seen you put enough toys in your mouth during videos or photosets.

There was only one way for him to know for sure. He typed in the URL for your camgirl site, spotting that you’d answered a few more fan questions - that’s when his idea went even further.

He paid the tip to send you a direct message and waited for you to enter the board room again. He typed out what he wanted to say and sat in his chair, patiently waiting as he sipped on his coffee. He needed to see your reaction to confirm his suspicions.

Pulling out your chair next to Nezu, you popped your coffee down on the table and took your seat. There was only a few people in the room, so you could get away with a few more minutes of phone time.

Opening up your messenger, you saw a couple of pings from your regulars and a few new messages, all questions for your Q and A.

You paused when you read one in particular, instantly averting your eyes from the screen as though reading it alone was too filthy. The words: ‘You have so many toys that you show us, don’t you miss the feeling of someone else fucking you until you beg them to stop?’ were staring back at you.

Pulling your lip in with your teeth, you smiled at the comment, getting flustered at the thought. It was fairly lewd, but it wasn’t the worst you’d received from your fans.

It had been quite a while since you’d been with an actual person, but this comment gave you the perfect teasing response that you knew would drive your followers wild.

‘I don’t beg, I promise!’ you quipped back and posted the response, you knew your fanbase were mainly dominants because most of the messages you received told you so - you made it no secret to them that you were a submissive, which only made them want you more.

You were yanked out of your daydream as you felt the table vibrate, you looked towards the sound and spotted Eraserhead picking up his phone, typing something quickly and then putting his phone down again.

Within the same second, your phone dinged as you saw the notification of a new message pop up, ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep, you seem like a beggar.’, it read. Your eyes shifted between your phone and Aizawa, who was sipping his coffee calmly.

The chances of him being the one you were messaging was very very slim, you wanted to message back and ask him, but just in case it wasn’t, you had to keep the paying customer happy.

You had to be bold, say something that would give him a physical reaction, that way if he reacted then you’d know it was him and if he didn’t then you could put your worries to bed.

‘I guess you’ll have to try and make me ;)’ deciding to just message him privately instead of posting it, you nibbled you lip in anticipation as you waited for the message to be delivered.

Just as before, Eraserhead’s phone vibrated on the table, he picked up the device slowly as he was taking a sip of his coffee. In the same second, his eyebrows raised, his eyes got a little bit bigger and he started coughing gently as he choked on his coffee.

You were conflicted, while you were soaking in his reaction as you imagined that’s how people actually reacted to your posts; your heart started to race, what if he knew who you were and your identity was exposed.

After he had composed himself, his eyes glanced up from his phone and towards you, a physical lump in your throat formed and you had to swallow hard to remove it. It could have been your imagination, but you were sure the side of his mouth moved up into a smirk.

Before you could reply, the rest of the faculty started to file back into the room, indicating that the meeting was about to continue, you placed your phone back into your pocket and tried to hide behind your laptop screen.

You were completely flustered, not only were you panicking about your identity being leaked, but you had to cross your legs and squeeze them tightly to try and dull the mild ache that was building up.

Watching as Aizawa pulled his scarf off and placed it on the chair next to him, he then pulled back his hair into a bun and proceeded to lean back into his chair and fold his arms across his chest with a proud smile on his face. You wished you could know what he was thinking.

Nezu continued on with his presentation and you continued to project details of everything he was talking about.

You felt a bead of sweat run down the side of your face from how much you were concentrating, not only on keeping your quirk active, but not projecting a huge image of Aizawa to everyone.

It was impossible to deny how attractive he was, and now that he had his hair pushed back out of his face, you could really appreciate the sharpness of his jawline and the scar under his eye that made him all the more pleasing to look at.

At least you had to keep your eyes on your projection for your quirk to work, so you had an excuse not to look at him.

“That concludes the presentation, are there any further queries?” Nezu opened the floor for everyone, when it seemed like everyone was satisfied Vlad King spoke up, “Not related to the subject matter, but what’s your name?” he asked, gesturing towards you.

A surge of fear rocketed through you, he wanted to know who you were? And now everyone was staring at you.

Almost like a little kid going to the doctors office for the first time with their parent, you glanced towards Nezu, completely unsure what to say.

“Um-” you mumbled and squeaked out your name in a small voice, and prayed that he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself. “Thank you for your help today, it’s good to meet you!” he smiled brightly at you, “You too!” you beamed at him, taken back by his friendliness.

‘So naive and innocent’ Aizawa thought to himself with a chuckle, if only they knew what you got up to in your spare time. Your quiet and submissive exterior brought out the dominant in him that wanted to tell you to speak up when you’re spoken to.

But he would have to wait.

As the meeting came to a close you watched as everyone left the room. Aizawa linked his fingers together and stretched upwards before he started to rise from his chair.

You just had to wait for a few more people to leave and then you could have a moment alone.

He picked up his scarf and placed it back around his neck, you started to rush yourself with your own packing, scooping your laptop and phone up into your arms and following after him.

Politely, he gestured for the other heroes waiting by the door to exit before him. Then it would just be you left in the room alone.

You weren’t exactly sure why you did what you did next, but you did it.

As Aizawa pulled open the boardroom door, you grabbed his forearm and yanked him backwards so his grip on the handle released and the door slowly swung closed again.

A guttural grunt came from the man as he stumbled slightly, to be honest you were just as surprised that you were able to pull him like that. All of the heroes that worked here were insanely strong, you must have been lucky and caught him off guard.

“I’m sorry” you apologised before you could stop yourself, it was either out of habit or because of the pissed off look he was giving you.

He stared down at you, making you feel very small. You didn’t know what to say, you hadn’t exactly planned this out.

If you came out with accusations, and it was purely coincidence then you would be outing yourself, but if it wasn’t coincidence then you couldn’t leave it unaddressed.

“I think we need to talk.” you eventually said once you could remember how to form words. “You think we need to talk?” he smirked, putting emphasis on ‘think’.

He was so calm while you were shaking your leg anxiously, you glanced down to the ground to give yourself a second to piece how to ask what you wanted to ask.

You couldn’t really say. ‘Hey, have you seen the porn I make?”

“Well, which is it? Do we need to talk or do we not need to talk?” he crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for your response.

Taking a couple of steps back and away from him, as though distancing yourself from his eyes would stop he weight his glare had on your chest. “I- I, umm-” you stuttered out.

“It’s too easy to make you nervous, you really don’t give off that impression online”, he smirked at you as he took a step towards you, covering the distance in one stride.

Instinctively, you shuffled back even further. Not because you didn’t want to be close to him, but because you didn’t want him to hear how hard your heart was beating.

Your mouth had gone dry, but you still managed to mumble out “So you do know.” you tried to keep it vague, just on the off-chance that he was talking about something else.

Before he had the chance to answer your statement, the room filled with a sharp and surprised squeak as your lower back hit the high boardroom table behind you.

Even though you knew it was the table, you still glanced behind you to make sure.

By the time you had turned your head back to the man in front of you, he’d leaned into you, not giving you much space to breathe anything but him in.

“Mhmm.” was all he said as a response, he brought his hands down to rest on the table either side of your thighs; he wasn’t touching you but you could feel the warmth of his skin radiating through his Hero suit.

You averted your eyes from his, feeling small under his gaze alongside being caged into the table by his forearms. He had to lean forward to be at eye level with you.

He wasn’t entirely sure what had come over him. Aizawa never acted this way, especially not in public or with people he didn’t know - but he felt as though he did know you, he knew you extremely well actually.

He had seen every part of your body multiple times over the last few months, the only thing he was seeing for the first time was your face.

You had been the only thing to keep him company at night when he was unable to sleep.

He would watch you through the faint glow of his phone or laptop screen. It was habitual by now, he was addicted; and now that he had found you in the flesh he needed to have you for himself.

“Are you going to tell Nezu?” you asked timidly, still not able to meet his eye. This is what you feared, your secret coming out and losing the best employer you’d had in a while.

You knew you should’ve deleted the account as soon as you started working for UA, it was a dumb move to think you could keep it going as a side-hustle. Nezu would never allow a cam girl to work at his school.

Aizawa tilted his head to the side in thought. Honestly, telling Nezu hadn’t even crossed his mind but now that you’d vocalised it, a wicked idea shot to the tip of his tongue.

“Perhaps,” he said slowly, one of his hands leaving the table to rest upon your leg. His thumb gripped the inside of your thigh while his other fingers rested on the outside, he didn’t squeeze but waited to gauge your reaction.

Inhaling sharply through your nose, you stared down at his big hand encasing your thigh - you were ashamed that such small contact from another person sent a shiver up your spine.

It had really been a long time since you enjoyed someone else’s company.

“Unless...” he drifted off before he began his sentence, purposely trying to tease you. It worked, your eyes finally shot up to meet his, hopeful that there was a way for you to get out of this situation with your secret intact.

Aizawa clicked his tongue and shook his head, “No, I really need to report this!” he feigned concern for a moment and started to move away from you. You played right into his hands, “Wait, please, I’ll do anything!” you pleaded with your hands reaching up and grabbing the collar of his black top to stop him from leaving.

He allowed you to pull him closer to you, loving the close proximity his lips were to yours.

“Begging already?” he smirked at you, raising an eyebrow at your expression. Heat went to your cheeks and you shied away from him again, allowing your grip to relax around his collar.

A part of him was sad from the sudden loss of contact from you, instinctively he tightened his grip on your thigh, earning a quiet whimper to catch in your throat.

If he had any less self control he would’ve rolled his eyes into the back of his head and attached his mouth to your throat; they were the sounds he wanted to hear, the sounds that played through his phone speaker at night.

He revelled in the moment of hearing them in person, but he wanted more.

“W-What do you want?” you breathed shakily, your heart was beating rapidly with both anxiety and excitement. Aizawa was a handsome man and having his looming figure over you made your brain go to places it didn’t need to go.

His eyes drifted to the ceiling as he thought over his options. He knew exactly what he wanted but he needed to decide how to say it.

He hummed for a moment, and then brought his eyeline to meet yours - his dark irises were but a thin line around his widened pupils, “You have a show scheduled tonight, right?” he asked you plainly.

Your breath caught in your throat, he knew your schedule off the top of his head, that was the last thing you needed for your brain to confirm that this was real and it was happening.

Of course Aizawa had nothing to lose, he wouldn’t get in trouble for consuming your content but you would be for making it.

“How about we give your audience something different tonight?” he said in a low voice as his hand that was still on the table reached up to your face.

He used his thumb to pull your bottom lip out from in between your teeth. You hadn’t even realised you were biting it.

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Stop the World || Alex Turner || Request

Pairing: Post-TBHC!Alex x Virgin!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: first time/loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, cute lil petnames like doll, handjob, protected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it plz), where can i find a man like this?

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: pre-rona times obviously. thank you for your patience, my dear anon! i hope this was worth the wait!

In which your first sleepover with your boyfriend of 7 months leads to your first time.

There were no words in the English language that could really describe your past few months with Alex. All of your boyfriends before him were terrible - self-centered, only ever talked about themselves, cheaters - but Alex was so different from them that you were nearly convinced he wasn’t human. He was always a gentleman, always ensuring that he would respect whatever boundaries you set in place - whether it be discomfort with PDA, or having to tell him you were not yet ready to take the “next step” in your relationship, he was always respectful towards you.

And that brings you to your first time spending the night at Alex’s house, roughly seven months into dating. To say you were nervous would be an understatement - you knew that you were ready for whatever may happen once you two were under the covers of his queen-sized bed, but you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies arising in your stomach as you neared his house, your overnight bag sitting in the passenger seat beside you and you gripped your steering wheel. You took the familiar turn into the driveway to the gate that led to the high-class neighbourhood in which he lived, filled with white two-story houses that were a bit too close together for your liking, pressing the four-digit code into the keypad before driving into his neighbourhood towards his house. As the distance between his house and your car closed, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered more and more rapidly, until you parked your car in his driveway and your chest felt heavy.

It’s just one night, you thought to yourself. Everything will be ok.

You dragged yourself out of the driver’s seat of your car, walking around to gather your bag of belongings from the passenger’s side before trekking towards his front door. Your hands were shaking lightly, your head feeling a bit fuzzy, and you began to fear that your nerves would ruin your quality time with your beloved boyfriend. But when you saw him open the front door, presumably after hearing your car door be slammed shut, you felt your nerves begin to melt away - not all of them, but you definitely felt a lot better than you did during your car ride.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted as he neared you to take your bag from you, his long hair tied in a messy bun with a few loose hairs flowing in the cool breeze. “How was your day?”

You were relieved that he wasn’t bringing up any of the pressures you felt regarding your night with him, and that he was going about conversation in his regular manner - whether or not he could sense your tenseness, you weren’t sure, but you still appreciated the normalcy. You carried on the conversation as he led you inside his house, which you always thought was a bit too big for just one person, and smiled as he turned to face you and bring you into his arms. You were enveloped in his warmth and distinct cinnamon-like scent, nestling your face closer to him as if you were scared of losing grasp on this feeling.

He always made you feel so warm inside.

Your afternoon together went as per usual, with him listening to your gossip about co-workers, and you listening to new demos and song ideas that he had come up with in the gaps between visits. But as the night drew closer and closer, and you stood behind him with your arms wrapped around his torso as he prepared dinner, you felt your nerves come back. You prayed that he couldn’t sense the sudden tenseness in your body, or the mild shaking of your hands.

“What’s wrong, love? You feel tense,” he said, concern laced in his tone of voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied in response, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

“You sure?” he asked, as if he could see right through your lie. He moved over to dump the pasta into the strainer that sat in the sink before turning to look at you as he spoke, leaning against the counter. “Seriously, what’s going on? Are you nervous to spend the night with me?”

“I…” You lowered your head in shame, staring at your minor scuffed boots. “Yeah. I am.”

“Love, you know I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, right? We don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to.”

“The thing is that I want to. I really want to. But I’m just scared, because, y’know, it’ll be my first time doing any of that stuff, and I don’t wanna mess it up,” you admitted, unable to look at your boyfriend as you feared his reaction to what you deemed an overreaction.

“It’s fine to be nervous. If you’re really ready to take that step, then I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said. He turned away from you to divide the pasta into two bowls and cover them with meat sauce before placing them at the table - again, the table was quite big for somebody who lived alone, but you figured it was because he had company over quite often. You two tried to move past the awkward conversation from the kitchen, instead going over your respective work affairs with laughter and smiles.

By the time the sun had completely set, you were both immersed in watching a random sci-fi movie that he picked from his extensive movie collection, though your mind was noticeably elsewhere, your eyes on the screen, though you were not processing a single thing that happened. You were weighing your options, going through each pro and each con of sleeping with Alex that night: you could either wait and just put off your nerves, or you could do it now and not have to worry about it in the future.

“Alex, love, I think I want to get it over with,” you said. You could feel him tense up beside you, though he quickly relaxed himself so as to not worry you.

“Are you 100% sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You swallowed, trying to breath slowly and deeply to calm your racing heart. “Yes. I want to do it.”

He reached forward to grab the tv remote from the coffee table, the screen going black at the push of a button, before he stood up and reached out his hand to assist you in standing beside him so he could walk with you towards his bedroom.

The room followed a neutral theme with paintings depicting a variety of different autumnal nature scenes, and a few fake plants littered the window sill. He had a king-sized bed with very simple beige bedding, a few throw pillows centered on the mattress decorated with various stitched patterns in varying colors to stand out against the monochromatic setting surrounding. Unsure as to what you were supposed to do, you turned to face him as he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his already thick Sheffield accent growing thicker and his voice had become a bit deeper, softer.

“I am,” you nodded, looking deep into his dark brown eyes, seeing that his pupils had blown out as your eye contact continued on, before you felt him walking you backwards towards the bed until your knees hit the mattress, causing you to fall backwards onto the thick comforter.

You watched as he unbuttoned his off-white button up, untucking it from his chocolate brown trousers and tossing it off somewhere, followed by the plain white wife beater he wore beneath it. You assumed you should follow after him and began to remove your own clothes, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it to the side, followed by your pants.

“You’re so beautiful, doll,” he awed, a small smirk forming on his lips as he dropped his trousers to his ankles before stepping out of them. You could see that he was hard beneath his black boxers, and evidently he was quite big, which made you feel a bit nervous, but you calmed yourself by reminding yourself that he would take care of you. “I promise I’ll be careful, ok?”

“Ok,” you sighed out, your voice a bit shaky as he climbed on top of your nearly bare figure, pressing a kiss to your lips as he trailed his right hand down to play with the hem of your underwear right next to your heat. You felt the familiar tingle of arousal between your thighs as his fingers neared your sex, until you felt the pads of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit over your black underwear. You whined, bucking your hips against his hand and begging for him to further. “Please, I want your fingers. Please, Alex.”

Alex smirked against your lips, his hand pushing past the top hem of your panties until he was met with your soaking core, running his fingers through your arousal before bringing them back up to your clit to begin rubbing small circles over it. He kissed your neck softly as he listened intently to your sweet moans, taking in how your hips slightly rocked against his hand and your chest heaved. You felt a finger prodding at your tight entrance before slowly pushing in, your walls contracting at the odd intrusion - it was only something you had experienced on your own, but this was the first time somebody else had touched you this way. You never wanted to forget the feeling of his long finger thrusting against the soft spot within your walls. Ever.

“How does that feel?” he asked in a husky voice.

“S-so good,” you moaned out. “M-more. Another finger. Please, Alex.”

A second finger slid into your tight hole, a slight burn accompanying the stretch, but it wasn’t something you were completely unfamiliar with due to your own exploration through late nights on your own. His thumb still toyed with your clit as he thrusted his middle and ring finger against the internal sweet spot, leaving open-mouthed kisses, and every so often a hickey, on the skin of your jaw, neck, and collar.

You finally felt comfortable moving your own hand towards his body, a moment of confusion evident in the way he faltered for a bit before he realized what your intentions were, letting out a low groan as he felt your hand wrap around his hard member.

The two of you lied there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as you worked in tandem to prepare for the main event. You both momentarily forgot that you would be losing your virginity that night, though you were shortly reminded when a third finger plunged into you. Your thighs were shaking, the familiar knot growing in your stomach (notable quicker than when you were on your own.

“Alex… I think I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, unable to raise your voice in fears of being embarrassingly loud.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Cum around my fingers.”

He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, the motions of your hand around his cock pausing as you cried out his name, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you came harder than ever before.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he said, pulling his hand out of your underwear and removing your own hand from his. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I want you, Alex. I’m ready, I promise,” you said, still breathless from your orgasm. Although you were weak, you were still able to remove your bra and underwear; now your bare body was on full display as he worked on removing his own underwear, his large cock springing out from the cloth confines. From jerking him off, you could already tell he was well endowed, but now that you could actually see the member, your worries came back.

Is he gonna fit? How badly is this gonna hurt? Should I still go through with this?

“Doll,” he calls out, interrupting your train of thought. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I-I want to. I’m just nervous it’ll hurt,” you admit, leaning on your elbows and looking up at him, trying not to be distracted by his bare state.

“I prepped you, but if you’re nervous, I can do some more,” he suggested as he walked over the the nightstand beside you, opening the singular drawer from the dark wooden table, grabbing a silver packet - obviously a condom - from the disorganized drawer, before looking at you with concern.

“No need. I’m just nervous. Were you nervous your first time?” you asked with curiosity.

“Of course I was. But, I was also a horny teenager who was desperate to knock boots, so… Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly, watching as he tore the condom wrapper over and placed the piece of latex over his member before he climbed on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms. His member was resting against your lower abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses to your next as he tried to soothe your worries. Before you knew it, he was grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance, asking you once again if you were ready, before proceeding to push forward. You cringed at the intrusion, a whimper leaving your swollen lips upon feeling the burning stretch of your walls as he pushed his hips closer towards your own, his thick length filling the tight virgin canal.

“You doin’ ok, doll?” he asked through a grunt. It wasn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sensation for him; however, it had been a while since he had been intimate with somebody on this level, and he had not been with a virgin in quite some time. Your walls felt so warm around him, so tight, and in that moment he felt so lucky that he had the high amounts of self-control that he did, because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“Y-yeah,” you whisper with a tremble, and you could feel the sting of tears forming in your eyes; you attempted to blink them away, but they only hazed your vision and trickled down your temples onto the Egyptian cotton pillowcase. “Keep going.”

He nodded at your wish, kissing you gently to distract from the ever growing pain between your thighs, whispering to you to keep breathing and stopping every few pushes to make sure you were reading to continue. He eventually bottomed out, and you felt as if you were able to finally breathe normally, melting into his touch as he brought a hand to your face to wipe the tears off of your flushed face.

“You’re doing good,” he praised. “Let me know when you want me to move, ok?” He ran a large hand through your hair, kissing you all over your face as you calmed down.

“I’m ready, Alex. Make love to me,” you pleaded to him, grabbing his biceps to brace yourself for the upcoming main. He slowly began to pull his hips away from yours, steadily dragging his cock out of your sopping heat before he pushed forward again at a matching pace, intently watching your reactions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you too badly. The pain was unlike anything you had experienced before, but you welcomed it with open arms and the knowledge that it would soon fade into something more desirable. So you waited. You waited with tears until the pain subsided, whimpers and sobs of pain derailing into breathy moans and cries of his name as you held him so closely that he felt as if you feared letting him go.

You felt as if you had reached the ultimate euphoria as you felt him thrust into you, though you were certain he was not going as hard as he normally would in fear of harming you - he was always so gentle with you, and he wanted to take care of you now more than ever so as to not make your first time unpleasurable.

He felt as if you two were made for each other in every sense of the word - it was the way your hands fit perfectly together, the way your lips felt against his, the way your laughter made him feel as if his heart was going to grow so large it’d explode, the way your small sounds of pleasure filled his ears as he filled you in a way he hadn’t filled anyone else.

The familiar knot was slowly tying itself in your core as he began to speed up his thrusts, the burn had subsided completely and now you felt as if you were weightless and floating as he pleasured you. Then his fingers had once again made their way between your bodies to make contact with your clit, rubbing circles in the same manner as before. Many soft sounds filled the room, such as his low grunts, and your quiet whimpers, and the bed creaking ever-so-slightly as he rocked his body against yours.

“I’m close,” you whisper against his skin as you wrapped your legs around his lower torso, the knot now too noticeable to ignore. Your orgasm washed over you almost instantaneously, your body shaking as you came so hard that you swore you saw inverted stars against the white-hot flashes behind your closed eyes, a loud cry of his name leaving your hips as he overstimulated you.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, the constricting of your walls bringing him closer to the edge; and before he knew it, he too was finishing, filling the condom with his hot seed. He rolled off of you, collapsing on the bed beside you as he came down from the intense orgasm. “Well… how was that?” he asked after the brief moment of silence.

“It was… amazing. Thank you, Alex.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I can.”

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