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mychlapci · 5 months

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Same anon as the preggo roddy one from yesterdayy? Second time sending one because im getting bold already plus i love your writing👍

I was poking around, because im blessed with boredom and the horny thoughts are hitting, and saw Rescue bots, And i am obsessed with chase so much, also the rescue bots polyamory.

The four of then cuddled up in the bunker at night after going absolutely feral on eachother, panels barely able to close as a mix of fluids gather beneath them, whoever fucked who was forgotten the moment a shared overload rippled over the lot of them, and the four of them end up in a sticky puddle of transfluid and lubricant mixed, too lazy to move and much too happy, blissfully ignorant of that 𝑵𝒐 the walls arent soundproofed enough to block out Chase’s screams and 𝒀𝒆𝒔 they’re keeping the humans up, and Cody does know, but he’s more worried on why its either blades or chase screaming.

I definitely see and headcannon chase as a speedster frame, he barely ever stops doing something unless he physically cant, and it just seems like he puts his endless energy into something that isn’t being a whore 𝘙𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴 ,and i wished he had doorwings or a spoiler, because he’s just so pretty and most definitely deserves the other three of them to take turns to fuck the energy out of his frame, grabbing at sensitive appendages like they’re handles to get a good grip while slamming into a valve that feels hot enough to burn <3

All three bots knowing how needy speedsters get, how much energy a speedster frame conceals without an output source, like a thick false spike that can adsorb energy or a clamp on his node that vibrates until his anterior node is numb and tingling, panels are barely able to stay closed during a high-speed chase because the charge his frame wracks up stimulates the clamp, and his node is just buzzing with pleasure and the moment him and Chief burns get back to the firehouse, he just collapses.

The humans are worried ofcourse, panicking because they think he’s hurt, when in reality it was blades or heatwave’s idea because i see both of them as kinky little fucks and Boulder just watches while trying not to laugh because they all 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 chase is gonna be absolutely pissed off at them.

In the end Chief burns has to try and carefully explain that: No, the bots cannot continue to act like horny rabbits: No, they cant do their jobs if they’re pregnant, its a safety risk and Yes, if they want to keep on doing what theyre doing they have to use protection. (Its too late one of them, probably Chase or Blades, are already preggo. I want to go into detail on Blades but Chase needs some love)

Does ‘facing like that boost their morale? Yes. Do they continue? Yes. Does Chief burns threaten to call Optimus up and make the prime tell them to stop? Also yes. Atleast they can repopulate the Rescue bots?.. its like putting an endangered species in a breeding sanctuary and NOT expecting them to breed like crazy once theyre in a safe environment with food, shelter and comfort.

Yes god please, rescue bots porn save me. I fucking love horny rescue bots. i mean, sure, they’re always busy with missions, but not always always, they have far more moments of peace than the battle-trained team Prime, so obviously they gotta fill that free time with something. Orgies seem like a good idea.

Also thank you for focusing on Chase. My babygirl Chase. I need to play with his holes so badly. I need to fuck him so hard he forgets his name. But it’s fine, the rest of the Rescue bots are doing a good enough job of that. I am also a speedster + doorwings Chase truther btw. Chase shuddering when his door-wings are rubbed, valve cycling down when someone, usually Heatwave, grabs his wings and pulls while fucking him from behind…

god, the bunker not being soundproofed at all. The first few weeks the bots were staying there, the poor family had to get used to the sounds of them squealing and moaning in overload every. Single Night. Everyone is uncomfortable, though Cody is mostly confused. As they branch out to stunts like shoving a false spike up Chase’s valve for an entire day just to watch him stumble and struggle to pretend he’s not overloading in the middle of a police chase, Chief Burns’ gotta start thinking about how to… regulate the bots’ interfacing habits.

He reasons with them, saying that he wouldn’t want them to get sparked and end up incapable of fulfilling their vision (and bless whichever poor soul had to explain to him how cybertronians reproduce…) But oops. Big oops. I bet you Chase is already pregnant. Chief Burns is not strong enough to handle those news, not until he cools down and Chase has no choice but to start explaining the bump on his belly <33

bonus points if Charlie asks which one of the bots is the baby daddy and Chase casually admits he’s not sure. Maybe he babbles out some statistics based on which one of his teammates fucked him the most, but Chief Burns is not listening at that point. He really should call Optimus.

#valveplug #rescue bots #I NEED RESCUE BOTS SEX. I NEED CHASE RESCUE BOTS TO BE FUCKED SO HARD HIS BRAIN STOPS WORKING #pregnancy mention

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blizzardsuplex · 20 days

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SoIaF AU:

Roddy is a knight from the house Strong. He is in Kingslanding to serve Prince Maxwell as his personal guard (he doesn't like the brat). Adam is a prostitute who has no last name, but that doesn't mean he will stay that. The man has high ambitions for someone who comes from a small village in Essos.

OMFG this got long HAHA. Sorry and I hope you like it!

CW: use of canon-typical slurs for sex workers, mention of murder

“I wish to ask you something.”

The susurrus of the whore’s steps stop sounding, though in truth it’s only the claustrophobic confines of this particular secret passage and years of training his perception that allow Roddy to even notice that noise at all: the slippers that shod his feet are confections of silk and Myrish lace, so delicate that they would undoubtedly be soiled beyond repair by the time they make it out of the walls of the Red Keep—but when you fell into bed at least once a week with a prince of Westeros, he supposes, even such minor works of art were easily thrown away.

“Then ask it, knight.” That was the only title, really the only name, the other used to address him when they were alone; he reserved the fawning ser Strong when the presence of others brought such obsequience reward. Roddy, personally, thinks it not worth the lie, for what sort of prize required respecting the last scion of a minor house all but given up as cursed, Kingsguard or not? As much as it annoys him to be referred to as simply that by a common Essosi prostitute, he’d rather hear that brisk, analytical tone than the twittering simper the man defaulted to in public, or even the almost motherly tenderness with which he spoke to Prince Maxwell. At least this way he felt a little more secure scheming with such a person.

But right now he has a question to ask.

“How,” Roddy says, picking his way carefully through the narrowness as to not stumble and fall, “do you get so many people to love you?”

“How,” the whore asks in turn immediately, “and not why?”

He snorts. “I have no need of what asking “why” gives me. Attempting to understand people’s motives like that has never done me any good.”

“And is that the conclusion you came to, after your parents?”

Roderick’s eyes narrow, but (perhaps to the surprise of an onlooker) the mention of his family is not answered with a fist. The man of Essos, as willing as he is to recast himself in the Westerosi mold, has enough distance yet from the history of these lands that Roddy’s first conclusion of his reference isn’t insult, the first response not violence. In its place are instead words wrapped in cold caution: “Why not? Knowing why they truly decided to kill each other won’t bring either of them back to life. Now answer my question.”

Even with the iron he puts in his voice, Roddy expects more resistance than he gets; because of, really, considering how stubborn he’s discovered by now the other man often is. "Well,” he begins, “the simplest answer is that it’s just giving each customer what they want. That, and lots of practice.”

“But that is the very thing. How do you know what they want—and so quickly? In the prince’s case, it’s as if you knew what he wanted long before you met him.”

“He is a public figure,” the Essosi points out. “In those circumstances, it’s just a matter of keeping up with news. But I see now what you ask, knight, and to that my answer is this: almost everybody wants either a wicked whore or a blushing bride-to-be, and with enough experience you can tell which one a man wants the moment he enters a room.”

“That makes sense,” Roderick concedes after a moment to digest these words. Initial impressions were important in combat, and if the general principle made sense on the battlefield of war, why not, he supposes, the battlefield of the bedchamber? “But—entitled brat though he is—I don’t see that between you and Prince Maxwell. With him, you act more…”

“Like a friend,” is how the other finishes, “who is also his mother. I said almost, after all.”

“...and me?”

“You? Have you taken back your vow to not fall for my charms while we yet clasp arms, knight?”

“By the Seven, no. Call it mere—professional curiosity.”

“You, then,” the whore repeats. “Well, honestly, I don’t know. I suspect it’s because you don’t.”

#mel's writing tag #ask game

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lya-dustin · 1 year

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 71

Cw:murder,mentions of murder, blood and some sibling incest(you know just good ol' Targ shit)

Taglist:@stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon

Gif by @dreamfyrie

He is covered in blood by the time each Strong by blood or name is dead.

Alys had been the first, Larys’ bastard son the last.

The children had cried, a sound that rang in his ears even after it ended, but it had to be done.

If he let the children live they would rise against him.

It had to be done.

Besides, this house was as treacherous as their lord. Many crimes were admitted by the now dead Strongs.

Some had worked with Larys to kill Lyonel and Harwin, some had conspired with Aemond’s family to have the Riverlords side with Aegon and one admitted letting Larys Clubfoot take his daughter’s maidenhead for a place in Court.

Unsavory people who are better off dead. Or so he tells himself when he sees Aemma’s disappointed face in his mirror as he washed the blood off himself.

----

Kingslanding fell the day after he and Aemma met for the last time, word was that Daeron had rallied the Reach and was heading to save their mother and Aemond found himself thinking this is the best chance to change his loyalties.

After all, Rhaenyra promised to forgive him should he bend the knee.

It has been nearly two moons since they have taken the throne.

They are officially out of mourning and preparations for the coronation have already begun.

They do not talk about the Slap or Daemon’s attempt at killing her, and Aemma is at a loss as to how to proceed from there.

Gods, she needed someone to guide her through the waters and help her find the way out of them.

She loves her mother, she hates Daemon, but in the game of thrones feelings go on the shelf and knives are hidden behind your back at all times.

“My sources say Prince Aemond took his anger out on House Strong.” Daemon smirked as he briefed the council on their enemies.

Hugh Hammer and Ulf White were to fly to Tumbleton and kill Daeron who refuses to bend the knee and Daemon would be taking Nettles to do the same to Aemond.

“He was rewarded with a wench for taking the castle and when he was told about how we took the throne from his brother, he ended an entire house before evening fell, including the wench.” The Rogue Prince is smug, enjoying how it hurts her to know Aemond had been disloyal to her.

Aemma couldn’t give a rat’s ass about House Strong. They had been very odd during their time there and according to the Riverlords joining court, changed their loyalty like one changes stockings.

Aemma was angry that her mother had used this possible infidelity to go back on her word.

Aemond would not be getting a chance to bend the knee and expect a fair trial or even a trial by combat as they had agreed when they took the city.

“He is not a good man, Aemma, the sooner you learn that, the easier it will be to move on from him.” Her mother had said when Aemma asked her why they believed Mysaria’s whisperings.

Mysaria had told her Talya had been her spy, same Talya who had misled her into believing Alicent meant to kill her.

Of course, mother didn’t like the distrust Aemma had about the woman wanting to sell Alicent like a cheap whore in revenge for the girls and patrons who died inside her brothel the night Viserys died.

“I propose Nettles and I go end this threat before he knows he is king now.” Daemon had no plans of staying here, this was a man born for war. Needed battle just like Aemma needed to fix all the issues with the shithole the city had become.

“Perhaps we should wait until the Northmen take care of the Lannister host, Bloody Roddy does best when left to his own devices, your highness.” Torhen Manderly said with a touch of pride.

His grandmother was a Dustin by birth, making him Roddy the Ruin’s great nephew.

“Yes, he will have the great honor killing the Kingmaker and whatever is left of the men they took to Harrenhal.” Aemma would love nothing more than to be rid of Daemon, but she is not ready to lose her husband yet. “Let him clear the roads for you else you’ll find yourself unnecessarily detained.”

Even if it were true that he fucked that old she-cow of Harrenhal ---Aemond was too scarred by Aegon and that brothel too look at other women except her--- Aemma knows that if she can delay his death a little longer, she may be able to save him.

Even if it means going against her mother.

There were more cuts and scrapes now, the Throne had rejected her and the court was abuzz with said gossip.

Six cuts on her arms, six moons in her reign, some whispered.

She is still thinking about that when she finds Addam in the library of all places.

He knew how to read and write, of course, but she hadn’t expected him to be here.

This was her safe haven.

In fact, he had beat her to her favorite nook.

“I am sorry about what happened, sister.” He said with a sympathetic look and tries to make her feel better. “If I had a copper for every time a sweetheart played me false, I would have enough to trade it for a silver stag.”

“Liar.” Aemma took her book and settled near him. After all, he was her brother and it was perfectly proper to sit by him to read.

A brother who she knew fancied her since they were five and ten. She should leave and heed the part of her warning her, but she doesn't.

“No, really, the first girl I ever liked promised to come back for her spinning top and I never saw her again until she was a married with a baby.” Addam was charming, not quite the lady killer like Alyn, but had that charm boys who you know wouldn’t drop you for the next light skirt that comes around have.

“She tried to go back, but unfortunately she asked why the boy looked more like her than her brothers and her family forbade her from ever returning to the shipyard.” Aemma had cried over that fucking top, it had been loaned to her by Yekemi of Jhala.

“I still have the top, if it makes you feel better.” He leans closer, a little too close than it is proper and she pretends she didn't know it would happen, as he takes it out of his pocket. “I keep it for good luck, gifts from a princess always are.”

“I hate to tell you this, but I’m bad luck, you should have just tossed it off the boat the first chance you had.” She tried not to sound too bitter as she reached for the spinning top she gave him when they were both nine.

“You aren’t bad luck, Aemma.” He assured her as their eyes met and Aemma finds herself thinking about the spy who claims to have heard Aemond accepting the wine and the whore Simon Strong sent him.

She shouldn't do this, this is wrong. She loves her husband and would never do this to him.

Surely the spy was wrong, or was she?

But the part of her that is hurt by Aemond's alleged infidelity because she has been nothing but loving and loyal to him wins in the end because she stays instead of stopping it before disaster strikes.

Both are unsure when both lean in, knowing she is doing this to hurt the man she will never stop loving and yet they do it anyways.

Before they knew it, there was a kiss, small and inconsequential, and then another one because her recklessness and desire to hurt Aemond just a little for fucking Alys Rivers had won over her reason and commitment to her husband.

He was a good kisser, unfortunately, tasted of the sea and freedom.

If he had been mother’s son, perhaps she would have gladly wed him.

But it is Aemond who has her heart and soul, Aemond who has bound himself to her with fire and blood who she loves and would marry in every lifetime.

“I’m sorry, I should not have done that.” He pulls back and moves as far away as they can. Apologizes like the gentleman he is and she feels sickened

“It's my fault, I should have never used you like that .” Aemma said wondering to herself why she fucking kissed him.

She was married, she loves Aemond, why in the seven hells is she using her brother this way?

Gods, what was wrong with her?

----

Another moon passes and with it comes news that gnaw at her insides because she has not taken the baby to see Alicent ever since she arrived and because for a moment she considered paying Aemond back with the same coin by letting herself be guided by her attraction to her own fucking brother.

Maelor had been torn apart by a mob in Bitterbridge, Roddy the Ruin had cut through the Lannisters like a knife through butter and Aemond had styled himself as King Aemond, first of his name.

In fact, he intended to give his new crown to his sister in exchange for the list of demands he sent in his letter.

“To my sister, Queen Rhaenyra;

I, Aemond Targaryen, first of his name, will bend the knee and pledge my sword and loyalty to you, our father’s heir, if you would only agree to my conditions.

The first, that you pardon our younger brother, Daeron, he is young and was led astray by our grandfather and his treacherous kin.

The second, that before I am tried for my crimes, I be allowed seven days and seven nights with my wife and son. I ask that you do not deny a dying man the chance to meet his only child.

And the third, Harrenhal passes to Ser Osferth Whent, the only man in this castle who did not have a hand in the murders of Lord Lyonel Strong and his heir, Ser Harwin.

Your brother,

Aemond Targaryen.”

Short and to the point, her husband was not one of many words and loathed having to speak or write in the florid way of the Reach.

“Will you accept his terms, your grace?” grandfather voices the question all had.

“I will need to think on it.” Mother had said enigmatically, but inside her heart, Aemma knew the answer was no.

----

“He made no mention of me?” Alicent feels hurt by the lack of inclusion in her son’s demands.

“I’m afraid not.” Mysaria, the White Worm, the woman who Daemon had at his beck and call said sadly.

Lady Misery had been the one Daemon used to have her sweet Jaehaerys killed.

He made me hire them, I would never hurt a child, the Lyseni Whore had said as she came to apologize for her sins.

“What other news do you have for me?” the queen in chains had.

“Prince Maelor was murdered. I am sorry, your grace.” The whore said softly, as if she too was afflicted by the pain of her grandson’s death.

“How?” if Alicent had not been so desperate for news, she wouldn’t have trusted the whore’s words so easily.

“Torn to pieces by Queen Rhaenyra’s orders.”

#aemma velaryon #someone will remember us fic #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

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justsparklingwords · 3 years

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Dating Rodrick Would Include

Oh the wonderful trope of being the girl next door

Susan came to bring lasagna to your family when you first moved in, forcing her family to come with her

Your first date was a Löded Diaper concert

You’re almost always wearing something related to Löded Diaper whether that be a shirt or your vans/converse where you’ve written the band name on the rim

This poor boy can’t spell to save his life so expect to be helping him by reviewing his homework to make sure he didn’t make any errors

Blaring music in his room and just dancing wild

Your nickname for him is Roddy

His nickname for you is babe/baby maybe an occasional princess. He likes the classics

His favorite way to fall asleep is him lying on his back and you cuddled up to his side

Painting each other’s nails

Also doing each other’s eyeliner

Since you’re in a relationship with Rodrick you’ve gotten to know his family more

So you don’t mind picking up Greg from school when Rodrick forgets or playing video games with him while Rodrick complains you’re not paying attention to him

“C’mon babe, when can we play a round?”

Speaking of which, Rodrick is an attention whore, he can’t stand being away from you for too long

You actually influence him to be a little nicer to his brother (he usually picks on him as usual when you’re not around tho; he’s still working on it)

Sneaking into each other’s rooms for sleepovers

Study dates (much to his dismay)

Having at least one date night a week

Going to concerts together

He teaches you how to skate (I like to think he knows how to handle a skateboard)

Stealing his shirts

Going to his band practices and cheering them on

Eating dinner with his family every now and then

He LOVES when you play/mess with his hair but doesn’t like to admit it

“Baby, please stop messing up my hair I spent all morning trying to get it perfect.”

Eating pizza on the roof at 1am ✨aesthetics✨

A/N: Recently been on a Rodrick Heffley trip so here you go! I hope you all enjoyed, feedback is welcomed ✨

#rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick rules #not my rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley imagine #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley x oc

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authornina · 3 years

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Snapped/Pie Session: Sav & Chi

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

“Sav, chill nigga!” Roddy shouted holding onto the door. He was down for any and everything with his guys but Sav was driving like a maniac.

Roddy didn’t think him simply putting his friend on game that his wife was with her ex would have him on the verge of dying. He thought the life he lived had a higher chance to take him before a car accident. He watched Sav steer with one hand, text, while going damn near a hundred through residential blocks. He clicked his seat belt on and prayed to Allah.

“I swear to God, I’ma kill this bitch. Here,” Sav tossed Roddy his phone. “Call Avery and tell her I’m bouta go to jail for killin’ her fuckin’ whore ass friend.”

Sav started hitting the steering wheel hard as hell then bent it all the way to the right making the car spin the corner on two wheels.

“Bro! Chill! You gonna fuckin’ kill us!”

“She been wanted to leave me for this bitch ass nigga! This why she always cool with us gettin’ a divorce with her whore ass! I swear on my Daddy bro...”

Roddy stared at Sav like he was insane talking to himself. The nigga started having a whole ass conversation and providing answers.

“Ayo…A, this Roddy. No man, listen! If I die, please tell my momma I love her and I’m sorry I didn’t finish school like she wanted me to. Make sure she get my whole Jordan collection and tell her Jasmine dumbass baby might be mine. I’m sorry I denied it, but she was a hoe, that coulda been anybody baby! I ain’t no bad nigga, I was just caught up.” Roddy was on the verge tears.

“What is going on?”

“Sav said he bouta be in the clink and to call you. Tell them niggas I’m prolly either gon’ be next to him in a cell or in the muhfuckin’ morgue.”

“What? Why? LAKE!”

“Chi dumbass somewhere fuckin’ her ex and we on our way but I don’t think we gon’ make it, bro!”

“Oh my lord, can he hear me?”

“Yea.”

“Sav, turn the goddamn car around now before you do something stupid and jeopardize your whole future! This is exactly what we are talking about! You are fuckin’ unstable and you need to grow up! You and Chi with this tit for tat shit is childish!”

When the car came to a screeching halt tapping a blacked-out BMW truck, almost sending them both through the windshield Roddy opened one eye and looked around like a dickhead.

“Oh shit!” he felt all over his body then started patting Sav’s head. “We made it! We alive nigga!”

Sav stared at the house for a minute and then put his head against the steering wheel with his eyes closed. Roddy could have sworn he was praying.

“Where are y’all?”

“Naw A we good now, don’t worry bout it,” Roddy said, bouncing back with the quickness, wiping his eyes.

“Now what happened to your ass? A minute ago you was crying!”

“Yea well, we made it safe and I’m back on my bully with my nigga, fuck is you talkin bout? Don’t tell my mommy shit and I know that hoe baby ain’t mine!” Roddy hung up on her. His phone rang right after that displaying Bro 3. “Yo.”

“Tell Sav he fuckin’ better not do no dumb shit!” Wreck yelled so loud Roddy had to cut the phone down a little bit.

“He in his head right now, bro. Ion know what he bouta—” Roddy was cut off by Sav getting out. He didn’t know why he pulled up on him in one of Dem’s cars but as he glanced out the back window he knew now.

“Where the fuck is they at?” Roddy heard Daly in the background. His eyes got wider when he saw Sav pull out Dem’s automatic. He hurriedly hopped out and tried to stop his friend from airing more than the nigga Bu to smitherings.

“Ard bro, chill, chill!” Roddy tried to stop Sav. It wasn’t funny anymore. He saw that look in his eyes and what Avery said clicked in his mind. He was so riled up that even he was moving a little crazy. If this were anybody else, he’d support and be all with the dumb shit to the fullest but Sav really did have a lot to lose. So, Roddy did what he knew one of his brothers would’ve done. “Bro, I know you mad right now and her being here ain’t helpin’ but really think about your next move before you make it. You wanna off this nigga, we on it witchu, but I can’t let you do it like this. Let me take you home to your kids.”

Roddy could see his words were working until the screen door opened on the house and Chi stepped out. Everything went from ten to one hundred when Bu came behind her. Sav didn’t think anything in that moment except death. All rationality went out the window when he raised the gun aimed right at Bu’s nut ass.

“Bro!” Roddy grabbed his arm and bullets went flying into other houses and cars. Chi dropped to ground screaming. “Give me this muthafucka!” he was struggling with Sav’s strong ass.

Sav said fuck it, letting the gun go, running right up on the porch and gave Bu every combination in the book. Chi was too scared to get up at first, but blood was dripping everywhere, and she didn’t know where it was coming from. When she checked her body, confirming that it wasn’t her she got up.

“Stop, Sav!” Chi jumped on his back. “You gonna kill him! We wasn’t doin’ shit!”

“Aye!” Roddy pulled her ass off Sav and held her back while his nigga went to work. “You gon’ go against your husband for this nigga?!”

Chi was trying her best to get out of his hold. Bu did not deserve this, and she felt terrible for how he was getting done right now. Sav said fuck hands and started using his feet to stomp Bu to the pearly gates. Sav told her a long time ago that if Bu died it was her fault.

A car’s screeching tires caught their attention. Wreck and Daly hopped out and Roddy knew they were about to be in trouble for this nut shit. It didn’t take much to figure out where they would be, and they stopped what they were doing to deal with Sav’s marital issues.

“Bro, chill!” Wreck grabbed Sav and he wanted to go off, but he looked at his little brother and saw all the hurt in his eyes. “Come on, man.”

Sav was still trying to make sure Bu was unrecognizable and Chi was crying her eyes out for her friend. She shouldn’t have come there bringing her drama his way yet again.

“Is this nigga even still breathing?” Daly asked. “Fuck that, ion even care, let’s go for the laws come around this muhfucka!”

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Sav shouted pointing at Chi while Wreck had to basically carry him away. “On my Daddy you ain’t shit to me! Fuck you! You wanna run to this nigga the second it’s a problem? You was fuckin’ him all this time!” Sav was foaming at the mouth in rage.

“Fuck you, Sav!”

“We gon’ see bitch! If I was you, I wouldn’t even go home! Don’t go to my brother’s house, you might as well leave the country cause when I fuckin’ get my hands on you bitch, I’m gon’ FUCKIN’ kill you!”

It took Roddy, Wreck and Daly to get Sav in the car. Chi was lucky that they stayed in the hood because she probably would’ve been looking like Bu if they let him go.

*******

“Sav, calm the fuck down! Damn!” Wreck yelled, getting annoyed with his little brother’s tantrum. He locked him in their count room while they resumed what they were doing before being rudely interrupted.

“Her slut ass wanna accuse me of all types of shit and now she go runnin’ back to this same lame ass nigga that I swear I’m gon’ wipe off the face of this fuckin’ earth if he not dead already! I told that bitch I ain’t fuck nobody on her ass since we got married! The fuck she want me to give the truth in blood?! I ain’t lyin’!”

“Nigga, fuck that nut ass nigga and honestly, don’t get mad when I say this, but fuck Chi too. I told you marrying her ass was dumb. You too young for that shit and she like to move as if she a nigga out here. Shit remind me of Najaah and now that I’m thinkin’ bout it, I should’ve let you fuck her up!”

“Don’t tell him that,” Daly smiled shaking his head. “He gon’ leave and beat her ass.”

“Nah, I’m for real. I hate bitches like that. I don’t mind a woman that’s sexually free and shit. I actually appreciate a bitch that own her whore ways but what I don’t like is a hoe that don’t know her muthafuckin’ place!” Wreck was speaking from personal history and own place of hurt.

“How Chi don’t know her place?” Sav asked ready to defend the woman he was just swearing off for life. He and his wife were ass backwards which was why anyone barely wanted to get involved. They fought like cats and dogs but the moment someone tried to intervene they would turn on you together.

“Nigga you ain’t ready for no G talk,” Wreck flagged him away. “You still in love.”

“Duh nigga!” Daly laughed. “He just got his heart broke like five minutes ago!”

“Like I said, fuck her Sav. If you wanna fight cause of that shit let me know…yo,” Wreck squinted at the security monitor. “Somebody go up there and let Dem in.”

“Fuck wrong with his code?” Roddy asked getting up. “I thought he could still come here.”

“Lake took all his access away the other day.”

“Oh shit, now watch I gotta hear his mouth bout this too,” Roddy blew his breath.

Wreck jumped up and tackled Sav to the floor when he saw him trying to leave. Daly shook his head at their grown dumbasses.

“Get the fuck off me nigga!” Sav was trying his best to crawl out.

“Fuck is y’all doin’?” Dem stood at the door staring at his brothers on the floor. He stepped right over them going into the room. “Lake bouta be here.” He started tossing money all over the place and Daly threw his hands up officially done. This was the fifth time Dem came there doing this because he was mad about getting cut off.

“Every time you and Sav come here, it’s a disturbance!” Daly got up to pour himself a drink. He didn’t care what he did as long as he wasn’t actually destroying the money. Lake told him and Wreck to let Dem vent after the third time when they were about to beat his ass.

“Come on, dawg!” Roddy shouted almost stepping on Sav and Wreck. “You gotta chill!”

“Fuck you, nigga!” Dem spat and threw stack after stack, raining money everywhere.

Roddy understood where Dem’s anger came from. It was supposed to be him next. They argued and even fought it out with each other already so now he, Wreck and Daly just had to wait until Dem got over it.

Sav finally gave up and just laid on the floor staring at the ceiling. Wreck was about to put the secure lock on until he seen Lake coming.

“Listen,” Lake walked in and slammed the door. “I’m gettin’ real sick of y’all niggas!”

“The fuck did we do?” Wreck asked obliviously.

“Sav, you shootin’ up shit in broad daylight for what?” They all held in the strain to not address the pot calling the kettle black because Lake had the nerve. “You wanna throw your whole future away cause your wife cheated?”

“You mean to tell me if Avery was fuckin’ another nigga you wouldn’t be on some shit?!”

“This ain’t about me!” Lake shouted and they all died. They knew for damn sure he would probably kill everything in sight before he let Avery be with somebody else. This new Lake was funny as hell to them. “Why the fuck would you shoot at the mother of your kids?”

“I wasn’t tryna shoot her! If Roddy dumbass ain’t grab my arm I woulda hit my target! It’s his fault!”

“Nigga it looked like you was aiming for her!” Roddy defended himself.

“And if I was, how that’s your business?!”

“Oh word?”

“Yea, nigga!” Sav got up and so did Roddy.

Only because of who Sav’s opponent was did Dem not react. Anybody else would’ve been got for raising up on his little brother but Roddy even though he wasn’t fucking with him at the moment was like family. He’d done shit for and with them that most people wouldn’t risk their freedom to do. If he allowed anyone to shoot a fair one with Sav, it’d be him.

“Y’all gon’ get it poppin’ or what?” Wreck stared at them amused.

“Both y’all dumbasses sit down!” Daly stood up. The childishness was prevalent when they both lowered themselves to their chairs slowly not wanting to be the first to sit. They all just watched the foolishness. “Roddy who older?” he asked him.

“What?”

“Who older?”

“I am.”

“Okay so you did the right thing. Fuck what Sav mad about. He still got a lot of growin’ up to do.” Daly turned to Sav. “You should be thankin’ him for sparing your future.”

“Yea, thank me, nigga.”

“Fuck you!”

“Sav,” Lake stepped to him in all seriousness. He was over the dumb shit, especially with him and Chi. All they did was go back and forth. Either they were ready to grow up or separate for good. “Get this shit with Chi under control before I do it for y’all.”

*******

Dr. Pie sat staring at Sav and Chi waiting for either of them to begin. They were on opposite ends of the sofa turned away from one another. Chi updated her the day before hysterically and explained from her point of view everything that had transpired. Thankfully no one was hurt too badly.

“Sav, what happened?”

“Ask her.”

“I wasn’t fuckin’ him, we was only talkin’.”

“Same thing dickhead!” to Sav, because of Bu and Chi’s history, there was no difference. She shared her feelings with another nigga. Deep feelings. A lot of shit he tried to pull from her, she gave it to Bu, and he hated that. That was worse than having sex.

“No it’s not!”

“What brought you two here? In this current state? I know there were issues stemming from the past however I thought that we were making progress together.”

“He was fuckin’ that bitch Kierra the whole time—”

“No I wasn’t! That’s your fuckin’ problem, you always believe what a hoe say over me!”

“Because you a liar! Been lyin’ to me since I met your sorry ass!”

“Sav, were you having an affair?” Dr. Pie quizzed.

“I fucked her while she was pregnant, but it stopped like right before we got married.”

“Was there an agreement in place? From what I’m hearing that’s what it sounds like.”

“Right before we got married, I told Sav straight up, don’t marry me if you can’t be faithful. I was like I don’t want nobody else but you and if I’m not enough, say that shit now. He said he was done with the dumb shit and I said I was too. I really meant it, his hoe ass didn’t!”

“Okay, we are here to better your marriage and that starts with honesty…plain and simple, have either of you had an affair?”

“No,” Sav and Chi said at the same time then looked at one another still not believing each other’s word.

“Chi why don’t you believe Sav?”

“Because he was always cheatin’ on me!”

“Sav, why don’t you believe Chi?”

“Because anytime I fucked around on her she did the same thing, she believe I did this time and I didn’t. I ain’t been with nobody else after we got married. I’m not lyin’ bout that shit, Chi.”

“Then how come you won’t believe that I ain’t do shit with Bu?”

Dr. Pie actually believed the both of them when they expressed not having any extramarital affairs. She could because her view was clear however the way Sav and Chi saw one another had been damagingly tainted. Trust was absolutely non-existent.

“Who is Bu, Chi?” Dr. Pie asked and Chi sighed heavily.

“He my friend.”

“And this friendship, it bothers your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel like it’s not one you can give up on the strength of your husband?”

“I go long periods without talking to him. I just feel like…I don’t know. When you don’t have closure, it’s hard.”

“You feel Bu owes you closure?”

“No not him, the situation.”

“Sav, does Chi’s friendship with another man make you feel a little jealous?”

“Not at all.”

“Yes it do, but Pie the crazy thing is, what Bu and me went through was a long time ago. Are we still friends? Yes. Do we like to go back and remember? Share what the fuck we lost? Yes! He knew my brother! It was a kid we had together! Sav knew all this shit, I told him about all of it. I don’t say anything when his ass be sad over fuckin’ Vee! I love Savannah like she is my own, can’t nobody tell me different about my baby. At least I’m not sad over losin’ a nigga! I lost a baby! My fuckin’ brother!”

“Chi, you and Bu had a child that the two of you lost?”

“Yes,” Chi sniffled. “We was young but still…”

Sav sighed heavily not meaning to make Chi feel like her mourning was a problem. He did know about her having a baby when she was a teenager and that it was by Bu. That wasn’t the issue though. Her always lying about shit and being sneaky with his ass was.

“Chi—”

“No!” she snatched her hand away from Sav. “Don’t act like you give a fuck now! You always wanna pull me one way! I’m not even gon’ fraud, have I crossed the line with Bu? Yes, before we got married, I did but we just friends now. I can’t help the way he feels about me though.”

“So it’s cool to be around a nigga that still wanna fuck you?”

“I’m not saying that!”

“What I’m taking from everything I’m hearing is that, there aren’t any actual affairs going on but you two are having major communication issues and trouble setting boundaries. Also, I do sense some emotional and intimate affairs being had outside of your marriage. Some baggage that you two are attached to that you can’t let go. Having friends isn’t the problem but disrespecting your partner and not considering each other’s feelings is. I’ve explained to you both time and time again how important it is to let go of the selfishness. This is not a one-way street. You two need to realize that.”

“This what I be sayin’ to her but she don’t listen. Whether or not you his friend, that nigga still got feelings for you. He gon’ wanna fuck regardless.”

“Sav, please stop actin’ like you perfect.”

“I’m not and never claimed to be my nigga! But you love playin’ the victim card for dumb shit! Oh he put his hands on me,” Sav mocked her. “After you fuckin’ forgave me and I ain’t touched you since! He put Dem before everything,” he continued. “He miss Vee and don’t love me, he never home, he don’t like my stretch marks. WHAT THE FUCK CAN I DO RIGHT? How the fuck can I satisfy you, Chi? Cause on everything I love at this point I ain’t got shit left.”

Chi didn’t have a response because he did do everything possible to make her happy and sometimes, she felt as if she wasn’t enough. Instead of communicating that to Sav, she just went back to her old ways of being a bitch.

“Sav, what I’m hearing is you want your wife to acknowledge the things you do—”

“I don’t need her to acknowledge shit. Anything I do is because I love her. I’m just sayin’…sometimes…she could just…shut the fuck up.”

Sav was not no traditional ass husband. He knew that he wasn’t even close to prince charming, but he did take care of his family and tried his very best to make Chi happy. At the end of the day, he just wanted silence and his dick sucked. Not to come home and be accused of everything under the sun then complain when he didn’t want to touch her after being cursed out for hours.

“I’m sorry.”

“Chi, why did you apologize to Sav?”

“Because some of what he said is right. I do be bitchin’ but that’s because…” she sighed. “Ion know, he do everything and I don’t really do nothing but take care of our kids. I’m not even the same from when we first met, Day gave me all these—”

“Takin’ care of them is enough and for the last time…don’t nobody care bout no fuckin’ stretch marks bro, you’on even got alot! You still gon’ get fucked either way, I mean, so what the fuck?”

“Oh my…what I’m hearing is Sav loves you no matter how much you change physically, Chi.”

“What about what I need emotionally? I don’t feel like he is there for me.”

“You see how you wait until we get in front of somebody to say shit like that? Pie, I lie to you not her ass ain’t never said that at all until we started coming here.”

“Because you never home! You don’t talk to me! We use to be like this, Pie,” Chi twisted her pointer and middle finger together. “I mean we would talk on the phone while we was goin’ to the bathroom and ain’t care. Sav told me everything, now it’s just like I’m his bitch ass housewife and that’s corny!”

“You want your friend back as well.”

“Yes!”

“I am your fuckin’ friend! I listen to all the bullshit you be talkin’ bout!”

“Maybe it’s not bullshit to her Sav, maybe Chi wants you to engage with her. She is at home with your children most of the day while you work I assume?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

“Chi, when Sav isn’t giving you what you need, go to him. This friendship with this other man doesn’t seem to be one that’s healthy for your marriage, unless the relationship you have with this other man is more important than the one you have with your husband--”

“It’s not.”

“Okay then, your husband is not comfortable with it seeing as you and this man have a very intimate past. Now, Sav, Chi wants more than a husband--wife relationship. She wants you to be her friend too. The friend she fell in love with. She seeks that from someone else because of familiarity. The same familiarity Chi feels she is currently missing with you.”

“So tell her she can’t see that nigga no more.”

“I can’t do that, that is something the two of you need to find common ground on. Chi, Sav doesn’t want you to be involved with him anymore, is that a request you can accept?”

The decision wasnt a hard one. Chi loved Bu but it was love from a long time ago. The past kept them so close. It wasn’t anything new. Sav was the future and she loved him more than Bu when weighing all the facts. Sav had more pros. When she was angry, only the cons came to mind. She decided in that moment to stop trying to fight him tit for tat. Someone had to be mature enough to handle their problems better otherwise this marriage was doomed. Plus, she really didn’t want Bu to die.

“Yea, I won’t see or talk to him anymore.”

“What do you need from Sav in return?”

“He need to stop bein’ so fuckin’ friendly, when we talk about boundaries that mean with these hoes too.”

“Sav, is there anything else you need?”

“Unlike her, I actually love everything about the person I married.”

“Now why would you say that? I do love you! See, Pie! He always sayin’ I don’t love him no more!”

“Sav why do you feel like that?”

“Cause she always on this nigga dick anytime somethin’ happen between us. Why the fuck do another nigga know all my marital problems and shit? I prolly be friendly but don’t no bitch know shit about my wife and what the fuck we got goin’ on in our house!”

“You know what? I’ma hold myself accountable and acknowledge his feelings because he right,” Chi said and Dr. Pie couldn’t have been prouder. She validated her husband all on her own without being dismissive. The verbiage she used was perfect and straight out of one Pie’s sessions with them. “I shouldn’t be talkin’ to nobody about him or our marriage and it won’t happen again.”

They were creating healthy communication. Sometimes it took some fussing and fighting to find common ground. Arguing wasn’t a bad thing as long as they were prepared for solution after addressing the problem. When you started a relationship with the trauma and baggage these two did, the work to get in a healthy place was never easy but small moments like that were progress and what Dr. Pie hoped for. Shit didn’t happen in a day, and usually took a few tries but time and time again she witnessed couples find their own paths of love and healing.

Sav and Chi were still very young so nothing but patience and time would help these two as long as they were willing. Dr. Pie saw the love, it was apparent, she just needed them to want to work a little harder and not give up on one another so easily. They reminded her so much of Ivy and Vant. The back and forth, it was all so familiar except Sav and Chi went into marriage like this whereas Vant and Ivy worked through it beforehand.

“Sav, your wife acknowledged your feelings? How do you feel?”

“Like fuckin’ her right here,” Sav answered pulling Chi on his lap making her smile. “She never say I’m right. I feel all validated and shit.”

“Now get on out,” Dr. Pie pointed to the door and they laughed. “But seriously, I’m happy we were able to get back on common ground. Understand that sex is fine, but it won’t be the final seal you need to close these cracks. There is still a lot of work to do.”

“And we gon’ do the work, Pie,” Chi promised. “For real this time.”

#Onus #authornina #nina

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deadthehype · 4 years

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RULES: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then choose 10 victims.

tagged by @puffsaddy

1. Pop Smoke - MPR

2. Giveon - Like I Want You

3. Popcaan - Gimmi Love

4. Sonder - One Night Only

5. Don Toliver - Best You Had

6. Larry June - I Told You In 07

7. PARTYNEXTDOOR - The News

8. Lil Uzi Vert - Trap This Way (This Way)

9. Fabolous - Time (feat. Roddy Ricch)

10. A$AP Rocky - Sundress

@nonchalantjon @thefirstagreement @dipinthatxo @90sbabyraisedinthe80s @brake @lannej @shoutshaniax @whore-mentality @tundeslove @theyarter

#tagging 10 people was the hard part #i dont talk to anybody on here lol #so i winged it

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verifiedaccount · 4 years

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11 free movies on youtube for people stuck inside

Tuff Turf (1985): Young, fit James Spader transfers to a new school where he falls for the girlfriend of the local gang leader. Robert Downey Jr. plays his best friend, the Jim Carroll Band plays a high school party, and for some reason the conflict between Spader and the gang leader escalates into a life or death struggle in an abandoned warehouse. Great fun.

Sherlock Jr. (1924): In what’s maybe Keaton’s most beloved feature (well, non short film at 45 minutes), he plays a film projectionist framed for theft by a romantic rival. On the job, he falls asleep and dreams his way into the movies, where he can be a dashing hero. Surreal gags and death-defying stunts ensue.

Portrait of Jennie (1948): Strange but charming romantic fantasy with Joseph Cotten as a struggling painter who finally finds his inspiration in Jennifer Jones, a girl who seems to exist out of time. Joseph Cotten won best actor at the Venice Film Festival and the movie won an Oscar for its effects and was nominated for another Oscar Best Cinematography, Black-and-White.

The Sound of Fury (1950): Jonathan Rosenbaum’s capsule on the film: “Conceivably the most anti-American Hollywood picture ever made (I certainly can’t think of any competitors) Cy Endfield’s brilliant and shocking 1951 thriller (also known as The Sound of Fury) was adapted by Jo Pagano from his novel The Condemned, which was inspired by a lynching that occurred in California during the 30s. A frustrated and jobless veteran (Frank Lovejoy), tired of denying his wife and son luxuries, falls in with a slick petty criminal (Lloyd Bridges), and the two work their way up from small robberies to a kidnapping that ends in murder. Apart from a moralizing European character who isn’t really necessary, this is a virtually flawless masterpiece, exposing class hatred and the abuses of the American press (represented here mainly by Richard Carlson) with rare lucidity and anger. At once subtle and unsparing, this may be the best noir you’ve never heard of: Endfield’s American career was cut short by the blacklist the year it was released.”

The Prowler (1951): Dave Kehr’s capsule: “Though it dates from the first years of his career, this hallucinatory film noir is still, for me, Joseph Losey's best film. Beat cop Van Heflin falls in obsessional love with Evelyn Keyes, whose unseen husband is a disc jockey; their trysts are timed to his radio show. A Double Indemnity plot is hatched, which leads to a wildly stylized finale in a desert ghost town. For once, Losey declines his Brechtian "distance"; the result is a film with a a vivid sense of entrapment as well as a cool, critical intelligence. Heflin, cast in the Losey line of male hysterics, gives his most impressive performance. With John Maxwell and Katharine Warren; the photography, which moves eloquently from cast-iron night to blinding sun, is by Arthur Miller. “

Lord Love A Duck (1966): One of the two films directed by George Axelrod, the satirist behind plays like Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter and The Seven Year Itch; he also wrote the screenplays for The Manchurian Candidate and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. This film is a strange satire of 1960s teen culture starring Roddy McDowall and Tuesday Weld, and it was a big inspiration for Heathers.

To Be or Not To Be (1942): Ernst Lubitsch’s classic comedy about a theater troupe in occupied Poland getting involved in the resistance. It’s one of the most beloved movies ever made for good reason.

The Mother and the Whore (1973): English subs are available with the closed caption button. Jean Eustache’s epic three and a half hour talkfest sees Jean-Pierre Leaud making two women miserable in a Paris still dealing with the fallout of May 68. Despite it’s bleakness and the unpleasantness of the characters it’s compulsively watchable and consistently ranked as one of the greatest French films of all time.

Little Murders (1971): Alan Arkin directs Elliott Gould in an adaptation of the Jules Feiffer play. In New York City with crime rampant in the streets, Elliott Gould is a nihilistic photographer and Marica Rodd is the nice girl who falls for him and tries to get him to enjoy life. Donald Sutherland, Lou Jacobi, and Alan Arkin pop in for deranged comic monologues, Marcia Rodd’s parents greet their potential new son-in-law by showing him picture of their dead son (since Elliott Gould is a photographer they assume he must be interested in pictures), and random violence can break out at any moment. A cult classic black comedy.

Yi Yi (2000): Hit closed caption for English subs. Edward Yang’s final masterpiece follows three generations of a family in Taipei (the middle aged father, the teenage daughter, the young son) through what seems like the full range of human experience over three hours; it begins at a wedding and ends at a funeral, and in between there’s birth, deaths, joys, defeats, the ends of relationships and the beginnings of new ones (and some rekindling of old ones). If you’ve never seen a film by Edward Yang, one of the greatest of all filmmakers, this is a good place to get introduced (A Brighter Summer Day is my favorite and I’d put Taipei Story even with Yi Yi but they’re all masterpieces).

A Confucian Confusion (1994) Part 1 / Part 2: Hit closed caption for English subs. Edward Yang’s satiric comedy about the physical and financial relationships of Taipei’s young professional class.The video quality isn’t the greatest but there’s never been a proper North American release so this is as good as it gets. I would recommend Yi Yi first if you haven’t seen any Yang before.

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outlier-roddy · 4 years

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Yes yes yes to all those anons that pointed out how obsessed the fandom is about making roddy a sex beast or whatever like there are jokes but then there's the folks who get just a little too into it, but a part of me is actually happy to see him not have a love interest because I like the idea that a character (male or female) can have an arc w/out a love interest, but maybe I just don't like how obsessed our culture is w romance

YES i get you!!! it really makes me upset sometimes how much his character is reduced to just that because i hate it

and tbh... i want him to have a love interest......... I'm sowwy I'm a whore for romance...... and also i project on roddy and want girled friend...

#ask meme #Anonymous #asks!

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inkstaineddove · 4 years

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Circling Eagles

Characters: Austria, Prussia; mentioned Hungary, France and Holy Rome

Summary: Austria is suddenly summoned to Berlin by Prussia for a vague meeting. Tensions run hot between them as egos due to an over abundance of ego and animosity in both, throwing their discussions off course to air grievances and bait the other.

Berlin, 1806.

Prussia was hunched over his desk in his study. The matter of France’s increasing territorial ambition had left him with more work to do than ever. He found himself a slave to all his papers as they stacked up, growing ever higher each day. He was roused from this by a light tapping on the door. One of his servants stepped in and bowed her head. He flicked his hand towards her as if to beg her to get on with it. "Master Edelstein has arrived, sir."

He harrumphed. "Have him wait five minutes in the parlor before sending him up. I'm in the middle of something." He returned back to his papers, scribbling out correspondence to generals on the front and to ambassadors throughout the European courts.

Not even a minute had gone by before the door slammed open. "Oh for heaven's sake, Gilbert! Who do you think I am, Baden? You can't expect me to wait around like your coy little mistress after you rush me over from Vienna." Roderich was leaning over the desk, in the Prussian's face.

Gilbert grimaced. Why did his beloved cousin have to wear so much fucking perfume? It never smelled good either, making it even less tolerable. "Get over yourself, Roddy. You know I would never treat your mistress like that. How is she, by the way? I've been so busy, I haven't had the chance to call on her. I hope she hasn't wasted away, having to capitulate with a man hardly capable of fulfilling his marital duties."

Roderich straightened up, his face red. Gilbert rose and shut the door. The staff didn't need to hear all this. "You jealous, spiteful little rat. If this is all you have to say to me, when I've been sending men to death to protect your pathetic little state, I've got no qualms signing a treaty with France and ending the whole thing! I'd love to join with him and rid myself of you, but tragically I have honor."

Prussia shrugged, barely suppressing his amusement at the other’s outburst. "I was enjoying myself, but you've always got to ruin the fun." He began rummaging through the stacks of paper on his desk. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. "Have you received any letter from us yet, dated a month ago after Austerlitz? I know your men were at the battle, but no one reported to me seeing you there."

"I know we got our asses handed to us and about the resultant treaty afterwards, as I negotiated that, but that's it. I'm assuming you tried reaching me about something else?" Austria gaped as he watched Prussia toss out the letter he had so valiantly fished for. "What was the point of that?"

"I'll show you instead. It's about that troublesome empire you clung so tightly to." Prussia led him out and down the halls to a darkened room in the basement. "Thankfully, it's really unsettling down here so I've had no trouble keeping my staff away from here. But it sure was a bitch wrapping the kid up in sheets and bringing him down here in the middle of the night. Without making a sound, should I add." He couldn't help the hint of pride in his voice. He lit the candles hanging by the sofa.

Roderich leaned against the wall, needing it for support. He felt queasy. There before him was the body of Holy Rome. It was a wretched sight. He was covered in wounds, his body appearing as if it had began bursting apart. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, his tongue was swollen, and his face distorted. "What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything! He was sent here after Austerlitz in need of expert medical care. He got it, but everyday he kept getting worse. He became so shriveled up, completely disfigured and eventually unable to eat or move. I guess this is what happens when a state's dissolved by treaty. Almost feel bad for him, it might've been better if France had just gutted him with a sword." Prussia yawned, completely unbothered. As the years had gone by, he'd grown less and less fond with the empire-in-name-only. If anything, Francis had done him a personal favor. "I'm sorry you lost the seat of your power."

Austria was not taking this discovery well. He knew that Holy Rome ceased to exist in everything but name - hell, he agreed to it in the treaty - but he expected the embodiment of it to go slowly, peacefully. To eventually fade away till it existed in memory only. This was grotesque. A horror beyond any other imaginable. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, to drink till he was numb. So of course, of course, Gilbert would take this as an opportunity to douse the wound in vinegar. "How dare you! Insinuating that was the only reason I cared for him after all these centuries. To stand there, on your high horse, and act as if you're somehow more worthy than me because you're so callous, so uncaring towards this. Marvelous! Further proof that a ghoul has no soul! Are you proud, are you fucking proud Gilbert? Will this help you sleep at night, knowing you have to live in my shadow while I've gotten everything - the girl, the empire, the power - that you've wanted?" As he spoke, he pushed Prussia against the wall, his breath stinging hot against Gilbert's lips.

He saw red. Before he even knew it, he'd punched Roderich in the jaw. Before he even knew it, he'd spat on his cousin’s hunched over body, landing it right on Roderich's cheek. He knelt down and grabbed the Austrian by the collar. "For a little whore who can't defend himself, you really love talking a big game. What do you have that I don't have? I think we know who your wife would rather be with. You know that too, don't even fucking start there. This isn't the fifteen-hundreds anymore, Roderich. All your power comes from who you can get your monarchs to marry off to, whoring yourself around to each nation so maybe they won't recognize the paper tiger in front of them. What power can you really have if you're too weak to truly flex it? As for your empire-" He gestured towards the decrepit corpse of Holy Rome, "-he's over there. Rotting away, no longer any use to you. Now what puppet will you have to prop yourself up with?" He pushed Austria away and stood. "Get over yourself, you'd be less intolerable. Sure, you won't see me crying any tears for this nuisance, but I'm not celebrating. If he really means that much to you, then figure out what to do with the body. That's the reason I called you here. I don't want this shit here any longer. He’s stinking up my cellar.”

Austria spat the blood that was pooling in his mouth out. He wiped the spit off his cheek. "You're a barbarian. Who could ever love that? Uncivilized, uncouth, an ogre. Whoever you appeal to simply lacks taste, that's all. It's not an attachment to you, it's an absence of acculturation to be worked on." He paused. "Vigorously." Collecting his pride, he rose and dusted himself off. Roderich rolled his eyes. "I suppose a proper Catholic burial in Vienna will be due. All the royal honors. I'll invite the other German states, though I doubt they'll show, a fitting tribute to their allegiance."

"Burying it would be a waste. Haven't you heard what the others have been begging for? The whole specter of France has the weaklings begging for a united Germany." Prussia wrinkled his nose up at the concept of it. "If they get their way, it might be worthwhile keeping the damn thing."

"A united Germany? One where Bavaria, Saxony, and the two of us are all working together, fighting for the same goals and for the same nation?" Austria scoffed. "A fantasy. No, if I kept him in an accessible area and the idealists got wind of that, my God. It would be a propaganda victory for them if they believed I sided with them. I can't have that. It would be suicide."

"Just a thought. That whole group keeps clamoring for it more and more. I'm not sure how easily we'll be able to crush the idea. They seem to be putting all their hopes into it." Gilbert laughed. "It's ridiculous. They want every state to be considered equals in it. Can you imagine? Having us be equal to all of them? I'd be embarrassed having to consider Cleves a peer."

Austria gave him a pointed look. "I think what would be worse is us having to consider the other an equal. The day I look at you occupying the same plane as me will be my last. You'll always be that backwater nation with unchecked ambitions to me. Saxony and Bavaria have had the common sense to acknowledge that, it's you who's always been desperate to rise beyond his station. Funny, you'd expect a Calvinist to accept that he was predestined for mediocrity."

Prussia's blood ran cold. He clenched his jaw. "And you'll always be a dying star, clinging to its last streaks of glory. Too proud to admit when he's washed up and no longer en vogue. For all your trappings of wealth and culture, it never seemed to get you any class. You're still here, in the mud, where you'll always be. Come on, don't be afraid to admit that you like it." Austria shifted nervously. Prussia smiled. "I'll send the body to you. I figure you don't want it riding in your carriage with you, you're welcome."

They tersely went back up the stairs to the main hallway. Roderich collected his coat and checked his appearance in the mirror. "You're beautiful, please leave my home now." Prussia opened the door and, as Austria walked out, said, "Make sure to give my regards to the misses."

Roderich stopped and leaned in close to Gilbert's ear. "I will as we're going to bed tonight after I've fucked her so good. And I'll think of you, sleeping in that big bed alone, and I'll sleep like a baby." He strode off, leaving Gilbert in the dust. Another meeting of unfinished business.

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Class of 1984 (1982)

Directed by Mark L. Lester

Screenplay by Tom Holland, Mark Lester and John Saxton

Story by Tom Holland

Music by Lalo Schifrin

Country: United States

Running Time: 94 minutes

CAST

Perry King as Andrew Norris

Merrie Lynn Ross as Diane Norris

Timothy Van Patten as Peter Stegman

Stefan Arngrim as Drugstore

Michael J. Fox as Arthur

Roddy McDowall as Terry Corrigan

Keith Knight as Barnyard

Lisa Langlois as Patsy

Neil Clifford as Fallon

Al Waxman as Detective Stewiski

Erin Flannery as Deneen

David Gardner as Principal Morganthau

Linda Sorensen as Mrs. Stegman

Teenage Head as themselves

Note: If you enjoyed Class of 1984 you may also be interested in the thematic sequel Class of 1999 by the same prime movers, which is much more overtly comedic, and Unman, Wittering and Zigo (1971) a very British spin on the same themes starring David Hemmings.

Also: I took the images from the Internet like the anarchist hell child that I am. No rules! no future! Rip the system!

I remember reading about Class of 1984 when it came out and thinking the review in Starburst made it sound like an incredibly exploitative and deeply unpleasant movie. Being 12 I immediately made a mental note to see it as soon as possible. Unfortunately the movie wasn’t passed uncut in the UK until 2005, by which time I was no longer 12 and thus somewhat preoccupied by the labyrinth of idiocy which is adult life. But that mental note still niggled, and so in 2019 that 12 year old’s simple ambition was belatedly fulfilled thanks to the UK blu-ray release of the movie. Turns out that not only is Class of 1984 incredibly exploitative and deeply unpleasant, but also (spoiler) my taste hasn’t evolved much since I was 12, because, me? I thought it was a hoot. A hoot and a half in fact.

Class of 1984 asks the old, old question Hollywood loves to ask - how far do you have to push a liberal milquetoast until he starts biting folk’s throats out? Because, as any decent hard working common sense fella with dirt under his fingernails will tell ya, it’s okay to have high-falutin’ ideas about equality and decency and edjumacation but, let’s face facts, when their wife’s blood soaks their corduroy jacket these liberal schmucks won’t hesitate to dip their fists in the basin of other people’s faces. It’s a small-minded, nasty genre that takes unseemly delight in demonstrating that the self-appointed avatars of civilisation have feet of clay. But it isn’t a stupid genre; it also recognises the fact that being a pigeon chested liberal weakling takes some doing against very stiff resistance. Basically, the genre exploits the fact that small-mindedness and mean-spiritedness are universal levellers. To err may very well be human, but to wish for violent revenge is, well, very human. Class of 1984 is one of the smartest of this, uh, cathartic genre; it is simultaneously a Push The Liberal Until He Snaps Movie and an Impotent White Male Liberal Revenge Fantasy movie. Everyone wins. Except women; it was made in 1982 so women get short shrift; being (mainly) either whores or wives to be sacrificed on the altar of manliness. If you are a regular reader of comics I should probably point out that this is not representative of women’s roles in the real world.

But then Class of 1984 is not set in the real world. For a start it was made in 1982 so it is set in the (then) near-future. “We are the future!” is the regular mocking refrain of the violent urchins, and also of the typically ridiculous Alice Cooper title song, which exists only to remind you just how seriously you should take any of this. (Not very.) This is the near future of every frothing right wingers most secretive wet dreams. The inner city schools are crumbling concrete nests of perversion and lawlessness. Kids carry knives and deal drugs while the feeble faculty fall apart, turn to drink, or turn a blind eye. Feral monsters in torn clothes roam the halls; rulers of the fallen kingdom of academia. This is where weak-kneed liberalism, left-wing learning and the kind word in place of the hard fist get you: a violent hellish maelstrom only the force of a quiet white man pushed too damn far can tame. Yes, Class of 1984 is the kind of movie that makes rightwingers spaff so hard and so often that by the time the credits roll only dust is puffing out. But by the time the put upon teacher is putting the buzzsaw to bloody good use in the woodwork room, effete liberal cheesecakes will also be readjusting their tortoiseshell glasses and getting sweaty under their white collars. Something for everyone, like I said.

There’s little point unfolding the plot of Class of 1984 since it’s familiar stuff, but it is very well done stuff. It certainly delivers the expected multiple frissons as Andrew Norris (Perry King) finds every humane alternative barred to him as he is remorselessly forced down the rat run built from liberal society’s failure to face his inner beast. And there is a lovely build to the finale; in which the hopes and dreams of the normal students, in the form of a concert, is contrasted with the ultra-violent theatre of vengeance unfolding in the corridors beyond. For a movie aimed squarely at the amygdala Class of 1984 is surprisingly wittily and smartly written. it is also surprisingly wittily and smartly acted. Perry King is ridiculously chiselled of chin, but elicits much sympathy as his flailing increases, and you feel a sense of both triumph and loss as he finally grasps the nettle of his inner ferocity. Merrie Lynn Ross has little do as the sacrificial wife, Diane, but she effectively provides the foil of the sheltered person who doesn’t understand how bad things are in the real world. Unfortunately, in a very, very, (very) tough to watch scene, the bad things finally become impossible for her to ignore. The actual class are pretty great too. Really horrible, each and every one of the scrofulous, disrespectful little shits. Special mention, though, for Timothy Van Patten as the sociopathic ringleader, Peter Stegman. A truly nasty piece of work who plays the system and his single mother with even more finesse than the piano he unexpectedly excels at.

(The kids’ convincingly unhinged viciousness is vital since you are supposed to cheer as they fall before the force they have unleashed, a force more dangerous than nuclear fire; the angry white man pushed too far. And you will holler as they drop, because the young cast have done their awful work well. Mind you, you are only able to applaud their painful demises since they all look to be in their mid-20s. Had they actually looked like the teenagers they represent the whole thing would have been too unpleasant for anybody, well, anybody not in the NRA. Movies like this can’t get too near the knuckle; it’s part of the unspoken arrangement with the audience.)

But, unpopular news as it may be, not all the kids are shits. Future star Michael J. Fox plays the thankless role of Arthur, The Good Student, complete with puppy fat. Together with Erin Flannery’s Deneen he represents the kids who get left behind but just might make it. Bit of optimism there, snuck in amongst the eruptions of violence. But… Roddy McDowall! Dear, sweet, Roddy McDowall is a revelation. His slightly theatrical aspect is just spot on for Terry Corrigan, the teacher ground down to a desperate, alcoholic wreck, who cracks in a different way to Norris. His heart-breaking descent, together with Fox and Flannery’s kids are the secret heart of the movie. Class of 1984 flirts hot and heavy with nihilism, but is brave enough to finally put out for humanity. All the sturm und drang pandering to the basest emotions is camouflage for a small sliver of optimism. Which isn’t half bad for what’s basically Straw Dogs (1971) set in a 1980s American inner city high school. But, Christ, that Roddy McDowall. Respect is due, sir. As if kids today even know what respect is. The little shits.

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