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fictionadventurer · 10 months

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The more I learn about Civil War politics, the more I'm convinced that Lincoln's most impressive and useful leadership trait was that he never let his pride get in the way of doing his job.

Other people in Lincoln's position would have come to Washington with something to prove. They'd have resented the insults and tried to disprove them. They'd have tried to seize power and credit, rejected help, spent a lot of time trying to reach a certain level of respect.

Lincoln's response to, "You're just a backwoods lawyer with no executive experience who makes too many dumb jokes," was pretty much always, "Yeah. And?" He had no interest in petty personal power plays. He had a country to run. There was a war on. It didn't matter what people thought of him so long as the job got done.

He was aware of his personal shortcomings and was always willing to accept advice and help from people who had more knowledge and experience in certain areas. He presided over a chaotic Cabinet full of abrasive personalities who thought they were better and smarter than him, but he kept working with them because they could get the job done. For example: Stanton was absolutely horrible to him when they were both working as lawyers. Just incredibly mean on a personal level. But when Lincoln needed someone to replace Cameron, he swallowed his pride and appointed Stanton as Secretary of War, where Stanton proceeded to be mean to everyone in the world, but he whipped that department into shape and kept it running efficiently through a very chaotic war. Pretty much no one except Lincoln would have been able to put up with that. He could put up with people who were personally difficult if they could do the job he needed them to do--which he was only able to do because his own ego didn't get in the way.

Lincoln's example is a prime demonstration of how humility isn't underrating yourself--it's being so secure in your own abilities and identity that you don't need to attack anyone or defend yourself to prove your worth. He knew his shortcomings, but he also knew his strengths. He was willing to give other people credit for successes and take blame upon himself for failures if it kept things running smoothly. He was secure enough in his own power that he could deal generously--but firmly--with people who tried to undermine him. In a city full of huge egos, in a profession that rewards puffed-up pride, that levelheaded humility is an extremely rare trait--which is what made it so impressive and effective.

#history is awesome #presidential talk #so i went to a teeny backwater thrift store today #their tiny history book section just happened to have an old lincoln biography #i opened to the page about the cabinet #which describes the situation like 'seward was calling himself premier and lording it over everyone'#'blair was causing problems everywhere'#'welles was insulting everyone in his diary and especially hated stanton grant and seward'#'and stanton hated absolutely everyone in the whole wide world'#and as i was reading this i was internally kicking my legs with excitement and cackling with glee because this is the good stuff #i don't know why but i love these horrible petty men #they're like a bunch of raccoons fighting over territory in a dumpster fire it's so great #i read the whole chapter right there in the store #and it impressed upon me yet again how impressive lincoln was to put up with all these guys #(the writer was a bit simplistic and made a lot of these guys come off as worse than they were)#(like he made seward sound like a complete incompetent when he was a pretty good secretary of state)#(he had some grandiose ideas but the man deserves a lot of credit for keeping england out of the war)#(but for a one-chapter summary of these guys it wasn't exactly wrong and it was a ton of fun)#i very much did not want another book especially another american history book #but it was only fifty cents and i have a pouch full of spare change #and the writer's style was so much fun that i decided to take the book with me #i don't plan to read the whole thing (i'm sick of lincoln bios) but it's fun to dip into for things like this #and i had to talk to you about it

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avnillae · 9 months

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[teo]

You wiped away at the bile that had pooled from your lips, Jesus Christ, it didn’t take long.

You hastily plucked yourself from the lawn and hoisted your body to the cold sidewalk before gingerly setting yourself onto the curb.

You can’t keep doing this.

“Aw, come on, you’re no good at having any fun !” The jeers and snickers following behind you tauntingly.

You shut your eyes and rubbed at your temples in an attempt to alleviate the spinning. Lifting the other arm, you raised your middle finger in response, earning more chuckles from the group.

An arm wrapped around your neck pulling you in closer to the source of your ridicule, “The night’s still young, don’t tell me you’re chickening out on me already, doll.” His hot breath tinged with the scent of booze and mint gum lingered against your flushed ear.

“You wish.” You pushed away, earning an ‘ooh’ from the others behind you two.

“Atta(girl/boy) ! That’s the spirit, let’s go,” He peeled you off the pavement and onto your feet.

“We still have so many other places to be!”

You trudged alongside the group, eventually finding yourself in some random club, the air stricken with the scent of liquor and warm with the heat of continuous swaying bodies.

It was always the club, the bar, a pub, a friend of a friend’s house, maybe a kickback or bonfire, whatever nightly routine it was.

Every night was the same, a repeat of the last.

More and more bleak each weekend.

—

“Ew !” an exaggerated bellow of disgust began,

“Teo ?? No way, what ?? Seriously ??”

You mentally scolded yourself for even bringing it up to Moth in the first place.

“I know.”

“Eww… Well… does he live up to his reputation ?”

You snorted, swiveling around your chair covering your flushed face.

You can’t believe you’re even admitting this.

“Someone’s curious, why not try him out yourself ?” You teased, Moth gagged.

“Ya right, I’m lonely but not that lonely.”

You gasped, “Rude !”

“I’m just saying.. if he’s really as awful as you make him out to be.”

You finally stopped your spinning to lean back in your chair, with closed eyes and a deep breath you finally brought your microphone close to your lips,

“All I’ll say is..”

—

It was rare to see him in class, if ever.

You felt his large hand snake it’s way to your thigh, your breath hitched and you snapped your attention to him with a pointed glare.

Seemingly oblivious or otherwise unbothered, his gaze was fixed to the phone in his hand.

You opened your mouth to protest, but felt his hand knead your inner thigh causing your face to burn hotter than before, you choked back your words.

You tore your attention away from him and quickly scanned the area to see if anyone around had taken notice.

Unless others were feigning ignorance, his actions had gone unnoticed.

Deciding to just ignore him and focus on the lecture, his hand was unrelenting, creeping ever so close

It wasn’t until his hand brushed against the opening of your pants that you froze.

With bated breath, debating whether or not to let him continue, you indulged. hesitantly spreading your legs a little wider to allow him access.

Wasting no time, his fingers slipped through your zipper, rubbing against your clothed sex.

Haphazardly following along with the lecture

You grabbed his wrist with your free hand, pinning him in place before rocking slowly on his fingers.

Almost.

His fingers writhed inside of you, you sighed and huffed, trying your best to resist the moans crawling out your mouth.

‘Trying’, feebly.

A loud gasp accompanied your wave of arousal, you fought against the twitching of your undoing and quickly cupped your hand over your mouth in an attempt to conceal any other explicit noises escaping.

Heads turned and eyes peering, you felt the blood creeping from your neck to your ears, you cleared your throat and awkwardly returned to your studies after mumbling a small sorry.

Sneaking a glance to the man beside you, all you could see was the smug grin plastered on his face as he continued to scroll on his cell phone.

—

“You know you could have anyone.” He remarked with a shit eating grin, leaning back into his seat with bleary eyes.

He knew just the words to butter you up.

“You and I both know you don’t really believe that.” You huffed, tilting your head and downing another glass.

This was how it always went.

And like always, you were ruined.

Hastily undressing one another in the backseat of his car, your head was swimming. His hands grazed against your bruised thighs from the nights prior, you let out a small wince at the contact.

It was like this nights repeating.

Hushed breathing fogging up the windows and the harsh winter air threatening to spill in, you pulled him closer to your body.

Exchanging body heat in a back seat with a man you could hardly stand or stomach.

You knew it wouldn’t last, and it wouldn’t be anything serious.

The next day you’d both act like nothing happened.

Maybe that’s why it was easier to be with him.

There was no room for confusion. Almost like an unspoken agreement between you two.

You bit back the urge to comment on the hickeys littering his neck and collarbones, they most certainly weren’t from you.

It’s not like he was yours, nor did you particularly care to have him.

If it were a strange sick game, you’d probably say it was his way of keeping score.

Who really wins in this situation ?

Still,

slut.

He laughed, his breath causing you to squirm slightly underneath him,

“You wouldn’t want me any other way”

—

You peered at the girl wrapped around his arm, you remember her from one of your classes.

Olivia, was it ?

You couldn’t describe the feeling, wanting to stay indifferent you pushed aside the irritation you felt simply by looking at her.

Maybe you felt sick, why were you upset by this? If anything, you should redirect your irritation towards Teo.

The both of you were in the same predicament, didn’t she realize ? Or did she just not care ?

Not that you cared either, you reminded yourself.

“Anyways, I came to pick up my sweater, but..”

You eyed the snared girl, her watching your gaze before realizing it had landed on her figure.

The same one enveloped in your all too familiar fabric.

Instead of apologizing and returning it to its rightful owner, she simply twisted her lips upwards and snickered.

“I see that’s it been… used.”

—

Pulling away from the driveway, you didn’t even bother watching his car zip away anymore.

Probably onto the next.

It shouldn’t bother you, you weren’t dating. You’ll never be in a real relationship. The basis for one had been ruined too many nights ago.

Locking the door behind you, you kicked off your shoes.

Your phone was dead, but there wouldn’t be a real reason to charge it.

It wasn’t likely you’d get a text from him anyway.

You slumped onto your bed, the sheets enveloping your sore body. A deep sigh escaping you.

You can’t keep doing this.

.000

*his whiskey toned eyes were intoxicating, your head was swimming before but now you were practically drowning

*it was no use. there wasn’t any escaping or hope for salvation.

*you welcomed your ruin with open arms.

#14 days with you #14dwy #eeeee a lil ting for the raccoons 🦝#it’s me im the mapache #🦝🦝🦝#teo #teo 14dwy #does anyone read these #idc publishing bc im tired of hoarding drafts if it doesn’t make sense o well

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imtrashraccoon · 4 months

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Well folks... This is the last chapter with Axe for a while. I loved writing for him but I'm excited to write for the other boys too. Tomorrow is Dust's turn...

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Go All Out

Word Count: 1,646

Today was your birthday!

Well, it was basically like any other day now that you were grown. You never did much to celebrate except for treat it as a day to eat cake and hang out at home all day. Sometimes you would get a random text from your mother or old high school friends wishing you happy birthday, but that was usually it. Not that you cared if they even bothered as you didn't like talking with most of them anymore.

This year, you were in the mood for chocolate and had settled on a positively decadent looking black forest cake from your favorite bakery. It was a little pricey but you deserved a treat after how dull work had been lately.

You'd just finished climbing the stairs and were walking down the hallway to your apartment door, when you got a really bad feeling that something or someone was watching you.

You froze in place as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Slowly, you turned to look back down the stairs, but saw no one. The only sounds you could hear was the incessant buzzing of one of the lights overhead and the distant barking of a dog somewhere below.

The hallway felt slightly chilly all of the sudden and you shivered as a gust of wind whistled outside the building. Just as you were turning around to head back home, you thought you saw a shadow move out of the corner of your eye, but nothing seemed to be amiss when you checked again.

I should really not have watched that horror movie last night...

Rather than potentially end up like a side character in a slasher film, you decided to book it the rest of the way to your front door.

Not today, Jason!

You fiddled with your keys before jamming them into the lock and nearly kicking the door down in your haste to get inside. Gasping for breath, you quickly leaned against the door to shut it and slid the deadbolt into place. You and your delicious cake were safe.

"somethin' happen?"

You looked up sharply to discover Axe standing in the entryway to your kitchen, folding up an apron with his hands and looking more than a little concerned.

With a small laugh, you stood up properly and kicked off your shoes. "Nah, I just psyched myself out and decided to run the rest of the way home," you answered.

You had to put the cake box down in order to hang your coat up, but once you did, you turned to Axe and smiled. "That's the last time I watch a horror movie all by myself late at night, okay?"

"seems oddly specific, but okay..." he shrugged and set the apron down on the counter.

You went to pick up your cake again but then had a sudden realization. "Hold up, why are you here today, Axe? You don't usually come around until Thursday..."

His grin widened considerably at your confusion as he walked towards you. "why wouldn't i be? is somethin' different about today?" he asked with a cheeky glint in his eyelight.

"I mean...yeah? How'd you even know it was my birthday in the first place?" you asked and scooped the cake box up.

Rather than answer, he carefully picked you up and started to carry you into the kitchen.

You gasped and clutched the box to your chest in an effort to keep it safe. "Hey, I have fragile goods here!" you hissed.

He ignored you and instead pointed to the calender you had stuck to the side of your fridge with magnets. There, clear as day, you'd previously circled today's date in green marker and written "Cake Day!"

You made a quiet "Oh" and felt your cheeks get slightly warm all the sudden. Quickly ducking your face against his chest, you tried to desperately hide your embarrassment, much to his amusement.

"i'm in here a lot, lil' chip... ya don't survive as long as i have by missin' small details like that," Axe teased and lightly ruffled your hair.

You squirmed in his grip and he thankfully let you down without complaint. It was then that you realized he'd brought some things with him today.

There was a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table with daisies, forget-me-nots, and yellow tulips. You were by no means an expert on flowers, but they seemed like deliberate choices as most bouquets didn't regularly have all of these together, that you knew of anyways. The meaning of the forget-me-nots seemed pretty obvious though as you knew Axe's memory wasn't the greatest at times.

There was also a large tupperware container on the table that looked like it contained cupcakes. You could also smell something really good coming from the oven.

Turning to Axe, you asked, "Did you seriously go all out...just for me?"

He grinned, "why not? you're a special person and i know ya don't have many friends who would do this for ya."

You didn't bother telling him that none of your friends would go this far even for your birthday. Instead, you set the cake on the table and gave him a hug, burying your face into his hoodie.

"Thank you... It means a lot to me that you cared enough to do all this..." you murmured.

He patted your back in a comforting way and chuckled. "aw shucks, ya don't gotta get all teary eyed on me now..."

"I'm not crying!" you insisted.

"heh, than why aren't ya lookin' at me?"

You huffed in annoyance and glared up at him. While you were trying to look upset, you were fully aware that he probably just saw you as an angry Pomeranian. It was definitely the height difference...and the fact that you wouldn't be able to hurt him even if you tried.

Axe clicked his non-existent tongue and shook his skull. "maybe ya aren't now, but i'd bet money that ya would've shed a couple of tears if i hadn't teased ya so much," he said with a small chuckle.

"Okay! No more hugs for you today if you're going to keep being awful!" you grumbled and made a show of dramatically pulling away from him.

He sighed heavily and managed to look pretty dejected for a solid five seconds before you both broke down into laughter. Neither of you could take the other seriously, even though you'd both tried.

"we have a bit of time before lunch is ready, so we could do somethin' together if ya wanted to..." Axe suggested.

You nodded, "Yeah, that sounds good." Glancing around the kitchen, your gaze zeroed in on the bouquet again. "The flowers are really pretty by the way," you commented.

He smiled warmly and rubbed the back of his skull. "they mostly remind me of sunshine so i thought you'd like them too, considering the weather outside."

That was quite thoughtful of him. You'd bought the Cala Lilly you owned for that very reason a month ago. Well, that and to bring some much needed colour to your often gloomy apartment.

"I appreciate it, thank you..."

"so...what's in the box anyways?" Axe asked.

You glanced over to find him carefully poking at the lid of the cake box you'd deposited on the table earlier.

"Oh, that's the cake I bought." You carefully opened the box so he could see the beautiful chocolate cake with whipped cream, shaved chocolate, and cherries topping everything off. "I didn't expect you'd stop by though so I was fully planning on eating it all myself, but I don't mind sharing with you."

He beckoned to the cupcakes he'd brought. "i wasn't sure if you'd even want a cake but i'm glad i made these just in case."

"You're very thoughtful, Axe," you hummed and carefully opened the lid to take a look at the little cakes.

"red velvet," he supplied for you. "i figured ya can't go wrong with cream cheese frosting and they go nice together."

You grinned and did a bit of a happy dance before putting the lid back on the tupperware container again. "I can't wait to try them. Although, I suppose having lunch first would be smart, huh?"

Axe nodded in agreement and he took both the cupcakes and your own cake to put into the fridge. "should only take half an hour now before the lasagna is done..." he murmured.

"You're kidding?"

He emerged from the fridge and shot you a smile. "well, my name's actually axe, but i'm also completely serious..."

It took you longer than it should've to figure out that he'd just told a dad joke and you almost hated it. With a groan, you ran your hand down your face before shaking your head. "Ha... You get half a laugh for that one..."

He practically beamed with delight. "hey, that's half a laugh more than i expected!" he exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes and attempted to return to your earlier question. "You didn't seriously manage to figure out my favourite food as well, did you?"

"wait, lasagna is actually your favorite?" he asked, although his tone quickly betrayed that, yes, he had done just that.

"How?!"

He slipped his hands into his hoodie pockets and just grinned at you like a large Cheshire Cat. Although, his red eyelight briefly flicked to the shelf where the few recipe books that you owned lived.

"You saw that I previously put notes on the lasagna recipe."

"yep."

You stared at him for a few seconds before asking a question. "Should I be concerned about whatever else you know about me?"

"nope."

"Okay..." You took a deep breath and decided not to freak out more than you already had. "Shall we go watch more Chopped while waiting for lunch then?"

He nodded enthusiastically, "sure, i'd love to..."

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #horrortale #horror sans #axe #horror sans x reader #reader #female reader #have some empathy dear #oneshot #ooh...did anyone read this far?#nightmare sans

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br1ghtestlight · 6 months

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During a neighborhood block party, Linda makes a mistake that could threaten the life of her favorite alley raccoon in the "The (Raccoon) King and I" episode of BOB'S BURGERS airing Sunday, Nov 19 (9:00-9:30 PM ET/PT) on FOX. BOB’S BURGERS © 2023 by 20th Television

#literally screamed NOOOOO 😭😭😭 when i read the description for this episode #if anything bad happens to the raccoons in this.episode im killing everybody in this room and then myself #little king trashmouth. AND HIS HUSBAND GARY. AND BIG BABY PUDDING SNATCHER AND HER BABY RACCOON KIDS #andy and ollie return in this episode yayy!! and rudy again. season 14 is a big moment for rudy fans #txt #bob's burgers

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opikiquu · 9 months

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#★ my art #bungo stray dogs #fem ranpoe #bsd ranpoe #ranpo edogawa #ranpoe supremacy #<- THATS ALREADY A TAG? you guys know me so well #these two. man. (affectionate)#karl the raccoon 🦝🦝🦝 love him #ill draw fem poe in a skirt one day (right now) (im doing it right now)#i dont know if anybody reads my tags but if you guys do would you like to #+ see my old bsd art from like 2019. I found it and its so horrible i always giggle at it

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hansuart · 5 months

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A commission for @silvermoondarkening who wanted this for a friend of theirs :3 I wouldn't wanna be at the end of that blade she's swinging around ⚔️✨

#my art #not my ocs #marine the raccoon #mary-anne bonny-read the hedgehog #atlas the panda #commission #sonic #sonic fanart #sonic oc

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xekstrin · 1 year

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I JUST realized one of my favorite romance novels of all time is basically "What if humans were space orcs?" / falling in love with a space orc. It's called Strange Love by Anne Aguirre and I'll give you a quick summary below.

He's more of a bug than an orc, but Zylar is in trouble. He needs a date for prom a mate for the Choosing or he will be forbidden from ever having a mate, and he'll never have a family and live a normal life. So he uses an alien dating website and goes to pick up his long-distance blind date, but accidentally abducts a human instead.

Beryl is, fortunately, the weirdest bitch on Earth and when she hears that 1) it's almost impossible to go to Earth again and 2) her accidental abductor faces a fate worse than death if he doesn't get a wife, decides to go along with the whole shebang.

Because the most important quality in a mate is the ability to protect the younglings, he constantly calls her his "Fearsome" one and how intimidating her "threat displays" are (aka when she smiles) and that she is so strong and terrifying and her sonic attacks are devastating (when she yells), and she's like. You know I was just playing along but everyone here thinks I'm a badass and I kind of like it. She's also pansexual and her friend she makes in the Choosing is a nonbinary tree alien which I found charming.

Anyway then Beryl and Zylar have to make it through the bloody gladiatorial games to earn the right to get married and OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO MENTION SHE BRINGS HER DOG WITH HER.

Because all aliens look alike to Zylar, he gives Beryl a translator chip AND he gives her dog a translator chip so one of the characters is a talking dog.

Anyway this book is funny, unexpectedly hot, very sweet, and very cool, and I genuinely think more people should read it.

#I love the ice planet barbarians #but there's other alien romances out there!!!!!#reading raccoon #humans are space orcs

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