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her-satanic-wiles · 6 months

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October 28th

Free Use, Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 3.3k.

Warnings: Free use; mean but caring dom!Copia; public nudity; glove kink; vaginal fingering; orgasm denial; degradation; face-sitting; cunnilingus; dry humping; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; exhibitionism; praise kink (hello, it me, emotionally unavailable but wants intimacy); animalistic; dubcon (if you squint real hard);

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

Papa’s dressing room was loud to say the least, with siblings running around to make sure all of his belongings were packed back up into their rightful suitcases, and Ghouls taking care of themselves. You were ready to go, all of your things packed away and loaded into the van early as possible so you wouldn’t disturb the siblings who actually had things to do, thus, you stood in the corner of the room and prayed to Satan that no one needed anything that was on the table next to you. You would have left the room and gone to a quieter place, or even waited in the van had it not been for one very important detail: Papa Copia.

Papa needed to know where you were at all times, no exceptions, no changes, do not pass go, do not collect $200. You were a vital cog in his life’s wheel, a necessary person to keep with him, and answering to no one but him. You were his best friend, his confidante, his lover… and, as he liked to call you, his “reverse stress ball”; reverse because you squeezed the stress out of him. Stress or worry… he pumped in negativity, you released positivity.

Turns out, someone did need the stuff that you were standing in front of, and once again you were in the way. One of the older sisters, who was new to touring with Papa, practically shoved you out the way. “Go stand outside, lovely.” She told you.

“I can’t, I-”

“I don’t care about your excuses, you’re in the way and you have to move.”

And so, you were being pushed out the door and into the oncoming traffic of stage hands and assistants, despite your protests. The corridor was even worse than the dressing room, and you were pulling some serious Matrix moves in order to stay out of people’s way and find somewhere quiet to stand. You eventually found a small pocket of air to breathe in, but it didn’t last very long, it just gave you enough time to pull your phone out and shoot Papa a quick text, and even try to call him. But he didn’t respond to either. And so, you were forced further down the corridor and into a broom closet where you were able to finally rest and de-stress yourself.

Time ticked on in the darkness of the broom closet, and eventually the hustle and bustle of the busy Siblings had dwindled down to mere footsteps of lone people wandering about the venue. No more were wheels rolling against the tiled floors, and thus, you deemed it safe to return to Papa’s dressing room, unaware of just what was waiting there for you.

The hustle and bustle of the stage hands may have died down, but Papa’s Ghouls were in a frantic mess which was only relieved by your entrance to the dressing room. Their masks hid the look of relief on their faces, but they expressed it through deep sighs and hands flying to their hearts.

“Oh, thank Lucifer you’re back!” Cirrus exclaimed.

Aurora, “And that you’re safe!”

Phantom, “Papa is furious. He couldn’t find you.”

You, “Where is he now?”

Phantom shrugged, which sparked Dewdrop to pipe up, “Somewhere looking for you, I’d imagine.”

You, “I tried getting in touch with him several times, but he wasn’t answering the phone.”

Cirrus, “Yeah well, that’s Papa for you.”

“Did he really not say where he was going?”

Cumulus, “I know he had to go back to the stage, but I can’t tell you that he’s still there.”

Dew, “I’ll go find him and then text someone if he’s still there. I think, sister, it would be best if you stayed here until we know for sure.”

When the text arrived that Papa was still on the arena floor, in a meeting with another Sibling, you practically sprinted all the way there. The longer Papa was without you, the angrier he’d get. He didn’t have a bad temper - he wasn’t particularly frightening or inconsiderate of your own feelings. In fact, in all the years you’d known him, you only ever heard him raise his voice in anger twice. Usually, he was a calm, rational man who would take himself off to calm down and then address the irritation with a clear head and logical reasoning. But you weren’t where he’d left you - he needed you to be where he left you.

That was never more apparent than when he saw you for the first time since the show ended, paints cracked and smeared from sweat and hair slicked back with the same substance, tousled from exertion and probably worry. His eyes flickered with a range of emotions; fear, relief, then rage. He stopped the Sibling from talking by raising his hand (uncharacteristically rudely) and stormed over to you.

“Papa, I-”

His gloved hands wrapped around your biceps and he held you at arm’s length, examining your clothed body for imperfections or injuries. “Are you hurt?”

“No, Papa.”

“Did anyone frighten you?”

“No, Papa.”

“Mentally and emotionally, are you okay?”

“Mostly, Papa.”

“Percentage, schricchio.”

“Ninety, Papa.”

“Then where the fuck did you go?”

“I’m sorry, Papa!” You explained to him the situation from start to finish, leaving out only the older Sibling’s name which you didn’t know. The look of fury on his face was unlike anything you had ever seen before.

“What did I tell you when you first came on tour with me?”

“I answer only to you, Papa. I know but-”

“Don’t ‘but’ me, schricchio!”

“I tried calling you but-”

“Back talk? Really?”

You averted your eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry, Papa.”

“Barricade, now.”

“What?”

“Barricade.”

“But, Papa, I-”

“Do not make me ask you again.”

He practically frog marched you over to one of the remaining pieces of the barricade that had been left by the venue workers who were clearing away. He positioned you against it so that your elbows were using it for support and pulled your hips out so that your ass was placed at the perfect and accessible angle. That was when you’d noticed that all eyes had been on you both the entire time, watching Papa scolding you and putting you in a precarious position. You hated the feeling, knowing that their scrutinising eyes were judging every single thing you did while also hoping that they could stay for a show. But there was a part of you, deep down - way down - that loved the idea that they were hoping they could stay for a show. There was something so animalistic about the way Papa would take you in front of, at most, one hundred people. Like he was claiming you for his own and showing the world just who the fuck you belonged to.

“Um, Papa?”

“Eh?”

You gestured to the audience that had now gathered around the arena and Papa sighed, exasperated by the nerve of some people. How dare they watch as he prepares to take you in the pit of a public place? “I am going to fuck my partner now,” he announced loudly, “I’d prefer it if you left, but I will be inside of her whether you are here or not.”

Swiss’ loud voice boomed from the corner of the room. “Alright, everyone, wrap it up. Take a twenty minute break or something, I don’t know. Let’s go!”

As people began filing out of the arena, Papa began making short work of your bottom half, pulling your jeans and panties all the way down. You weren’t entirely wet for him just yet, not as soaked as he would like, but he would rectify that soon enough. He spat on his leather glove, the sound of it echoing through the now empty arena and going straight to your cunt. He rubbed his saliva-covered gloves over your folds, artificially slicking them up for him to be able to sink himself into.

“You deliberately disobeyed me, schricchio.” He told you, rubbing circles over your clit and softly breaching your walls with his thumb. “You left your Papa wanting and waiting, didn’t you?” He tutted. The way the soft leather of his glove stroked over you felt like melted butter being poured onto your body. You sighed as the pleasure began to grow, your knees growing weak at the stimulation. “What should you say to your Papa?”

“I’m s-sorry, Papa!” You said, moans beginning to creep up and escape your throat as he applied more pressure to the fingers working over your clit.

“Do you think this is acceptable? Do you think only an apology is acceptable?”

“No, Papa.” In actuality, you did think that was acceptable. He got to use you now, didn’t he? What more could you do?

“Hmm.”

Papa remained quiet from that moment on, watching from behind you as your slick began to coat his hand and listening with fascination as your moans got louder. His thumb that was inside you, never went any deeper than the first knuckle, barely providing you with the right amount of pleasure and teasing your hole, stretching you, but ignoring the deep ache from within. He, occasionally, would let out the odd grunt or groan here and there, but for the most part he was laser focussed on your own pleasure, making sure you got everything you were now craving.

This was what he loved about fucking you: it never took you long to get as wet as he wanted or needed. He loved that he could take you at any point, and with just a little effort he could get you ready for him within minutes. That you would willingly spread your legs and beg for his cock to be deep inside you as if you’d been craving it all day, or that it was the only antidote to a deadly poison. It never seemed to matter which appendage he used on you, you would always be mewling for him and screaming for him to let you cum.

“P-Papa, I’m close!”

Papa, ever the lover of condescension in the bedroom, used that tone of voice with you. “Oh, you are? My little schricchio wants to cum on her Papa’s fingers?”

“Yes, Papa. Please!”

He stopped his ministrations and pulled his hand away. “No.”

Your eyes widened and you looked back at him. “No! Please!”

“You really think you deserve to cum after the shit you pulled today? Non ci posso credere. Sono deluso. I thought you knew better than this.”

Papa Copia, like most men, had a weakness: desperation. When you hung yourself off of him absolutely begging for anything, you knew you’d get your way eventually. And so, with this in mind, you dropped to your knees, your delicate skin hitting the cold, hard (and very dirty) concrete floor. You gripped onto Papa’s thick thighs clad in the tightest of skinny jeans as he’d not changed into his sweats yet, and began mouthing at the cloth over his deliciously hard cock. “Please, Papa. I’m so sorry for what I did. I should have listened to you. I should have listened to my Papa because he knows what’s best for his little slut.”

“Cazzo.” He muttered under his breath, watching you degrade yourself for him. He could almost pretend that you were worshipping him when you were doing this.

“Please give me your cock, Papa. Please let me make you feel good. I want you to fuck my tight, little cunt and fill me with your cum. Please, Papa.”

Resisting you was not a skill he had. He placed the same hand that was inside of you and now covered in your slick on your chin, and gently pushed you away from his cock. He forced you to look him in the eyes, and a brief gentility washed over his face as he drank in the way you looked; how sinfully innocent you looked right now for him, begging him to fuck you.

“H-hands and knees, schricchio.” He told you, the usual Papa jumping out for a moment as his voice was that sweet, soft timbre that you heard when he comforted you.

You, his obedient hole, did as asked, dropping to your hands and arching your back for him. You were hoping to tempt him into total distraction and give you enough time to make yourself cum. Papa walked behind you, dropped to his back, lying on top of the jeans around your ankles and pulling your hips down so you were sitting on his face and dove into your cunt, licking the sodden folds in front of him and his tongue playing with your sensitive clit. But as soon as his tongue was on you, it vanished, to be quickly replaced by two fingers poking at your entrance, sliding in without a fight and starting to work right away. Your position allowed his gloved fingers to curve upwards and strike the part of you that made you scream.

The squelch of your heat grew louder with his roughness as he started to finger you harder to amplify your cries as much as he could. He enjoyed the thought of other people hearing how good he was making you feel. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink from the way his fingers were moving inside of you and how forcefully he sucked on your clit. Upon the tightness, he pulled his fingers out of you and placed his hands on your ass cheeks, pushing you off of him. “Papa, no!” You howled. “Please!”

Papa laughed and wiggled his way from out under you. “I know your game, schricchio. Non vincerai.”

He got on his knees and began rubbing his clothed cock over your waiting hole, essentially dry humping you on the floor of the arena that he’d just performed in. He was doing the utmost to make you suffer. He wouldn’t do this for very long, given the roughness of his jeans and your sensitive clit, but when it wasn’t painful, it was very enjoyable. Infuriatingly taunting… but enjoyable.

When he decided he was bored of that, you heard the sound of him pulling at the strings that fastened his jeans closed. Papa didn’t wear underwear with these jeans - they were too tight and he said you could see the outline. He punished you for your cheek when you told him that he was slutting himself out for his congregation. Once his cock was free of its confines, he began rubbing it over your sensitive clit once more, earning much louder whines from your throat. At this point, you were tired of the teasing and just wanted to feel him deep inside you, but he knew this and had no intention of relieving you of your pain. Not yet, at least.

“This is hurting me just as much as it hurts you.” Papa told you, wrapping his hands around your hips and using them as leverage to thrust against you. “Papa wants to feel your sloppy cunt around his cock. Papa wants to fuck his toy after a hard day’s work. But his toy decided she wasn’t going to do her job.”

“I’m sorry, Papa. Please!”

“No, bella ragazza. You can do better than that.”

“Papa, I’m sorry for walking away. I want you to use me.”

“Try again.”

“I want you to fuck my tight cunt until I can’t breathe. Use my hole like it’s a toy to compensate for my bad behaviour. I’m yours to play with and use as you want. Please use me, Papa!”

He chuckled darkly. “See? Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Instead of waiting for your cunt to become accustomed to his size, he aligned himself with your hole and thrust all the way to the hilt. “Take it all.” He told you, his voice low and gravelly, laced with arousal that made you tightened around him.

He started working swiftly, snapping his hips against yours quickly and hitting that spot right behind your pussy, which made you scream every time. “Fuck, Papa!” You yelled. “I love it when you use me!”

Your ass jiggled more than usual as you arched your back for him once more and moved your hips to meet his thrusts. He let out a string of expletives in Italian, each one letting you know how much of a whore you were to him and how wicked your pussy felt. You must have been some kind of witch to cast a spell on him so, for he had never loved a cunt more than yours. He had never loved fucking someone more than he did you - how responsive your body was to him. It was beautiful.

Your own hand reached down to tickle your clit trying to move subtly and hoping he wasn’t watching you play with yourself. He was. He was just being evil.

“Schricchio, always so tight for me.” He observed the pussy cream collecting at the base of his cock. “You fucking love this don’t you? You love getting fucked in the middle of an arena, hanging off your Papa’s cock when anyone could come in and take a seat.” Your cunt tightened. “Puttana. You want someone to come in and watch, don’t you? Maybe I - Sathanas - maybe I should have done this on stage when the whole audience was here, hm? Used you in front of thousands.”

You rubbed your clit faster. Obviously you wouldn’t enjoy that in real life, but the thought of him taking you in front of everyone sent a shiver down your spine, and made your cunt tighten around his cock. Perhaps it was the taboo of it that got you off, or just the primal thought of being mounted and claimed in front of everyone. You couldn’t tell. But it definitely did something to you that you couldn’t deny.

“Keep squeezing me like that, schricchio, and I’ll cum too soon.”

A switch turned on a lightbulb moment in your head. You wouldn’t win? Try it. “I don’t know, P-Papa.” You said, trying to feign a more innocent voice through his thrusts that forced out moans. “I think you like that idea more than me. Fuck! I think you want to show everyone just how much you like fucking your toy. I think you want people to watch you claim what’s yours.”

“Cazzo!”

“The world already loves you, Papa. The Church loves you. They’d want to watch you bury yourself deep inside me.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You worked your hand faster. “Cum inside me, Papa. Give it to me. Give me everything, please!” Faster. Almost there.

Knowing what you were doing, Papa pulled your hand away from your clit and pushed your body down so you were completely flush to the floor. A few pumps later, and he was spilling his seed deep inside you, painting your walls white with himself. The noise that escaped him was like a feral animal, all deep growls and grunts as his rough thrusts came to a slow stop, all the while you were pinned to the floor, your orgasm ebbing away with each second that passed with no stimulation.

“Copia, you asshole!” You screeched from below him. You were angry, sure, but mostly frustrated. He would never usually leave you without an orgasm. But he pulled out of you before you insulted him, and had already got to his feet. He said nothing, just laughed at you as he tucked himself back into his jeans and made himself presentable.

“Well, a punishment is a punishment after all, no? What would you learn if I made you cum, hm? Stand up, schricchio. Let’s get you dressed.”

“Fuck off.”

“Ah-ah. Wouldn’t want me to take more orgasms off you, would you?”

You dressed yourself, hating the smug look on his fucked out face.

“I told you you wouldn’t win.”

“Vaffanculo!” You shouted, storming away.

Copia laughed again, knowing how later on tonight you’d be desperately humping against his thigh like a desperate slut begging for an orgasm… and how, after that display, he’d deny you again.

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vanweek2024 · 1 month

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Announcing VanWeek2024!

EDIT 1: You CAN make something in advance and then release it on the proper day. In fact, I encourage this so that you don't feel pressured to try and make something on the day it should be submitted!

Edit 2: Movie Vanessa can also be used. Also, times are in EST, but late submissions are allowed.

Edit 3: The difference between the prompts on days 6 and 7 is this-

Day 6 is "the bad thing (getting possessed) still happened but there's a happy ending"

Day 7 is "the 'getting possessed' part never happened at all and life continued as normal for Vanessa"

I, @halogenrobotics, was inspired by the recent ggyweek created by @puhpandas and with their permission have decided to make my own character week for Vanessa/Vanny!

It is going to run from April 28th to May 5th!

The rules for this week are practically identical to ggyweek for the most part. There are 2 different prompts everyday, but you DO NOT have to do them both.

In fact, you DO NOT have to try and do a prompt everyday if you do not want to. If you want to make something for just 1 day, that is perfectly fine. Feel free to do whatever you would like with the prompts. The only thing each story needs to have is Vanessa/Vanny!

This week is meant to be a fun experience for all involved, which means that works should try not to include anything considered taboo. If your work includes any phobias or extreme gore, PLEASE be sure to tag appropriately.

You are also not restricted to doing just art or writing, other mediums are allowed.

When you do make something, be sure to include the day it is for as well as whether it's for the WORD or THEME in the tags or description. This will make archival and future viewing of these works easier.

Be sure to tag your work (if possible) with "VanWeek2024" and tag this account @vanweek2024

Also try not to release whatever you've made until the respective "day" (ie release a story made for day 4 on day 4, no later, no earlier)

Any work released on AO3 will be archived on this collection as well .

However, the most important thing of all is to...

HAVE FUN!!! This whole event, like GGYWEEK, is meant to be a relaxed and enjoyable experience for everyone!

Edit 3: Credit to @theinsanefoxwriter for making the new profile image!

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luvhughes43 · 10 months

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say yes to heaven (track one) | tz11 x reader

cruel world [masterlist]🕊

word count: 2.1k

Rolling Stone

Date: June 28th, 2023

Growing up, Yn Ln always dreamt that she would become a singer. Her inspirations were figures well beyond her years, taking inspiration from the likes of great artists from decades past. Her melancholic style became instantly notable when she first hit the scene a few short weeks ago with her debut single, video games. Of course, none of her earlier works can be found on streaming services anymore, but her style has remained consistent over the years as she now releases her debut album in 2023.

interviewer: Yn, your album “Cruel World” has become an instant cult classic for music reviewers and fans alike. But what everyone really wants to know is what, and who, inspired you?

Yn laughs lightly, rubbing her palms on her jeans before she starts talking.

Yn Ln: It was [pause].. it was a long process. I was inspired by my real life [another pause] and my friends' lives. A lot of things went into creating the album. I’ve spent years working on it.

interviewer: Are you aware of the rumours surrounding the album? That every song is about an ex of yours? Trevor I think his name is?

Yn tenses briefly at the mention of her ex and swipes her palms against her jeans once more.

Yn Ln: Like I said, the album was inspired by things I've gone through. I don’t feel the need to put names to songs.

She laughs lightly trying to ease the tension of the room.

Interviewer: Well, regardless, Cruel World is an amazing album.

Yn smiled politely, taking a sip of her coffee.

when yn hughes first laid her eyes on trevor zegras, she felt a spark. when she went to bed that night she didn’t dream about her favourite characters, or books, she didn’t even create perfect little scenarios. no, she fell asleep to thoughts of her brothers best friend. his soft hair, the way he glided the puck across the ice, his smile and enthusiasm when his team did well… yn hughes was doomed from the start.

‘cause ive got my mind on you

i’ve got my mind on you

you didn't actually meet trevor face to face till a week after first seeing him. your twin, Jack, had invited him and a few other friends over to the house for the day. you laid in bed, eyes closed listening to all the commotion below before you decided to go downstairs and greet everyone.

when you finally made your way to the group, you stood awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs. the wood chilly as you watched your brother and his friends play fight.

“I’m trevor!” one of the boys beamed as he stepped away from the group of rowdy boys.

you smiled softly in response as trevor ruffled his hair. “i’m yn-”

“jacks twin! right, i've heard so much about you! you know, i always wondered if it was true that twins had like, intuition? Is that a thing?” trevor rambled, his words fast and inquisitive, a habit which presented itself quite frequently.

you laughed, nodding in the small breaks of trevors words as he kept talking about twins and their behaviours he had apparently heard about.

when he finally stopped his speech, yn answered his first of many questions. “i mean i dont know about intuition but…”

“trev!” jack called, “get over here, stop talking to yn!”. he was shaking an xbox controller, gesturing for trevor to come join their group of friends who were lounging on the sofa ready to play.

“but he always seems to pick up on when i'm having a good time” you smiled cheekily.

trevors face burned red and he rubbed at his neck absentmindedly as he looked you up and down. you watched his eyes trail, and you had never felt so giddy in all of your life. butterflies fluttered in your stomach until trevor broke away from you.

“Ill uh- ill.. i’ll see you around,” trevor finished lamely, clearly feeling the same giddiness you felt as he sharply turned away from you and sat next to your brother. you stood in your spot for another second, watching as trevor tried to hide his smile from your brother.

the house was quiet as you made your way into your kitchen for a glass of water. you had fallen after working on some music and you woke up dazed and a little confused.

you open the fridge, the little light partially illuminating the kitchen. a figure moves out of the darkness causing you to jump and let out a little shriek.

your breathing speeds up, one of your hand coming to rest over your mouth as trevor steps into the light of the fridge.

“Its just me!” trevor says, voice hoarse with sleep. he lays a had on your shoulder, watching you with wide eyes as you try to calm yourself down.

“what are you doing here?” you asked breathlessly as your breathing started to slow. “uh your parents let me and a few other guys stay over tonight” trevor explained, hand still resting on your shoulder.

“what? when?” trevors hand falls from your shoulders and moves to brush through his hair.

“after dinner. you were up in your room playing… the guitar was it? It sounded really nice”

“thanks…” your face heated and you were so glad that you hadn't decided to turn the kitchen light on.

“what were you working on anyway?” trevor changed the subject as he opened the fridge and pulled out a jug of milk.

your nose crinkled as he grabbed his discarded cup and poured himself a glass. “oh you know,” you shrugged your shoulders. you didn’t know why you did it but you never wanted to talk about your music. with all your brother's talents and successes, you felt that you choosing music was an embarrassment to your family even though you knew at heart that it wasn’t true.

trevor must have picked up on your hesitancy so he shrugged, bringing his glass of milk to his lips as he took another swig.

“milk?” you questioned, and trevor held the glass out for you to take.

“want some?” he asked, tilting the glass towards you.

“definitely not”

“it makes your bones strong and stuff, you should try it”

“Trevor i've drank milk before,” you say sarcastically.

“well yeah but like, you know what i mean”

you rolled your eyes playfully, “okay fine give me the glass,” you reached your hand out and trevor passed his cup to you. you peered into the cup.

“its just milk it's not gonna hurt you” trevor laughed as he leaned back against the kitchen counter.

you tentatively took a sip and when you finished you passed the glass back to trevor.

“how was it?” “gross”

“yeah okay,” trevor rolled his eyes, leaning his head back as he finished the rest of the glass.

you reached past trevors shoulder, grabbing a glass to fill with water.

“well, im going to go to bed,” trevor nods to you as he sets his now empty glass in the sink.

“goodnight,” you respond as you fill your glass.

“yah night,” trevor walks out of the kitchen and you watch him leave.

what the hell was that? you whisper to yourself, downing the rest of your water before heading to bed yourself.

the next few weeks followed similarly. you and trevor would have these weird random moments, and you would both awkwardly smile at each other and move on with your days. that was until the boys decided to have a bonfire now that your parents were out of town to celebrate the start of the summer.

you felt the warm heat of the fire on your legs as you sat near the pit with your friend. you watched absentmindedly as trevor talked to his friends before you felt the weight of your friend's hand on your shoulder.

“you know yn, if you want him that badly then…” you whipped your head around at your friends words.

“what?” your eyes were wide in shock. you hadn’t told anybody about your growing feelings for trevor.

“I’m just saying you’re not being really secretive…”

“he's my brother's best friend” you shrugged, your eyes drifting from your friend and back to the boy in question. He was nursing a beer he had somehow managed to sneak past his own parents.

“okay… what does that have to do with anything? hes hot” your friend shrugs.

“hes also jacks teammate it just, it wouldn't work out the way i’d want it to” you expressed your reasons on why you couldn't date trevor and it sounded more ridiculous each time. you knew you wanted to be with him, and honestly, jack wasn't what you were worried about. you were more worried of the possible rejection. sure you and trevor had spent time together and talked. but majority of that time was when the two of you were alone. what if trevor doesn't want anything more than the private meetups?

“how do you want it to work out?”

you fiddled with your hands, ignoring your friends question.

“he clearly likes you though, if that's what you're worried about” you hummed in response, lazily turning your head to look at trevor again. He smiled at you when he caught you looking. you didn't have the energy to look away. you knew then that you'd rather be rejected then not with him at all.

let the fear you have fall way

i’ve got my eye on you

say yes to heaven

say yes to me

“trev!” you hear jack call from across the fire pit, “can you go get us more marshmallows?” the boy easily agrees as he stands up from his lawn chair and begins to make his way inside.

“Yn im thirsty!” your friend quickly says, pushing you up and off your seat. “can you get me a root beer?” she pleads, causing your brothers and his friends to shift their attention to the two of you. you quickly catch on to what she's doing, and you nod with enthusiasm.

“does anyone else want something?” you ask the group as you slowly back away. Jack asks for water, and you nod before following Trevor into your house.

the house was silent as the two of you worked your way around the kitchen. just as trevor was about to make his way back outside again, you stopped him. your hand tugged on his wrist and he was turning back to face you.

“trevor,” you breathed out, a little shocked at your sudden courage.

“yn,” he whispered back. you could hear the faint sound of the fire crackling and everyone's laughter out in the backyard.

it felt magnetic, the pull that brought your lips up to meet his. the kiss was soft and innocent. something that could easily be explained away as a spur of the moment thing. you refused to let it.

“yn,” trevor whispered again, this time painfully.

“trevor,” you were hopeful.

he kissed you again, one of his hands coming down to settle on your waist as your arm wrapped itself around his neck.

when you both pulled apart, trevor rested his forehead against yours, his breath slowing down as you both relaxed.

“we cant do this,” trevor said almost regretfully as his head turned at the sound of your brothers loud voice teasing cole.

“we can do whatever we want” you replied, ignoring all the background noise.

“jacks your twin. he's my teammate. my best friend. i can't just-”

“say yes to me” you blurted and your face heated up instantly.

“It's not that easy-”

“yes it is. trevor just say yes to me and we can figure out what to do with jack later,”

trevor seemed unsure of what to say for the first time.

“What's taking you so long! damn!” jacks voice pops the bubble you and trevor had built not even a minute earlier.

“sorry i couldn't find the marshmallows,” trevor mumbles, stepping away from you and towards your brother.

“why didn’t you help hin y/n? don't be rude” your brothers voice seemed to pierce the quiet of the kitchen.

“he didn’t want me to help,” you replied quietly, reaching behind you for the water bottle jack had asked for earlier.

“well that was stupid. she literally lives here z she knows where everything is,” jack responded cluelessly.

“Yeah, right, my bad” trevor nodded along with his words as he watched jack reach into a corner cabinet to retrieve a bag of marshmallows.

I’ll put my red dress on, get it on

and if you fight, i’ll fight

it doesn’t matter, now its all gone

i got my mind on you

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trevorzegras: I’m sorry about that night

trevorzegras: I just don't want jack mad at me yk? I do really like you and I shouldn't have just left things like that

ynhughes: what are you trying to say?

trevorzegras: That i'm saying yes to you

trevorzegras: and that i’m sorry

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compiling EVERYTHING we know about fionna and cake

NEWS: EPISODE 1 PREMIERED AT SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON. There are no known recordings of the episode as streaming it was not permitted, however you can check my newer post for some described details (minor spoilers warning but nothing too big!)

WE HAVE GOT A SECOND TRAILER!

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There was also be a half hour panel about Fionna and Cake, which brought us A TRAILER WITH A RELEASE DATE OF AUGUST 31! Starting from this date til Sept 28th, we will get 2 episodes a week.

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MORE UNDER THE CUT!

The show is aimed at a young adult audience

There will be 10 episodes, each with a length of 30 minutes (most likely 30 minutes *TV* time, meaning the true length will probably be around 22 minutes)

It will be about multiverse hopping

Fionna is older and has a job in a different universe where everyone is genderswapped + human

It will, supposedly, premier on CN Canada in fall, probably after all of the episodes have already been released in September.

Prismo seems to be involved, according to the trailer (he's also apparently in the intro sequence)

An older version of Finn is in it! (As seen in the trailer)

Gumlee is almost certainly going to be a thing (as confirmed by someone who worked on it)

The entire intro/opening sequence was described as "going inside Simon's psyche" and it ending with Fionna and cake jumping out of Prismo's time room. Please note we haven't seen the actual intro sequence yet, just the trailer.

Fionna has a slight outfit change, she no longer wears a skirt and has shorts instead.

Simon also appears to be older — and judging by Finn's age in the trailer, it's presumably because this will take place between Obsidian and Together Again.

The most recent plot synopsis states that Fionna and Cake will be coming to Simon for help. An earlier plot synopsis said that at some point, they would need to rescue him

The synopses also state that they team up with him to help stop a new threat to Ooo that is tracking Fionna and Cake down to try to erase their existence

As seen in the trailer, we will be getting Simon and Marcy flashbacks.

Fionna's sword in the snippet also may have something to do with Ice Thing, as it has a pretty similar design

Cake's eye color has been changed to blue

According to Tom Kenny, recording Simon's lines for this was "the most emotional thing he's ever done"

Adam Muto is returning as showrunner

Hanna K Nyström, Jack Pendarvis, and Steve Wolfhard also return for this

The credits(?) theme of the series is the song that can be heard in the trailer

According to an attendee, a middle-aged Finn also appears in one of the episodes (as learned from a clip shown at the panel, also unavailable as of right now) and also says a light swear

This is most likely in the same clip as one where Simon is fishing and accidentally catches a monster, and Finn having to save him

Rebecca Sugar has returned to write two original songs for the series

It seems like Donald Glover is returning as Marshall Lee's VA!

According to Adam Muto, this show takes place about 12 years after Come Along With Me, making both Finn and Fionna around 29+

Jake gets shown a bit in the series, most likely as a flashback

Tree Trunks also gets a bit of screentime

Lumpy Space Prince/Princess is confirmed to still be voiced by Pen Ward

Adam Muto says they they don't know what a season 2 would look like, but it wouldn't be off the table

There will be a vampire episode (which will probably be where Marceline comes in)

The unknown enemy of the series might be the unfamiliar face we can see in this poster, between Marceline and Ice King:

NOTE AS OF THE NEW TRAILER: I will not be updating this post anymore. If I have any theories surrounding the new stuff we saw, I will be putting those into a separate post. The show premieres in 2 weeks!

#adventure time #fionna and cake #Youtube

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anthrofreshtodeath · 2 months

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Looking forward to this prompt like always.

maybe they get slightly jealous while out, so they grab onto their partner's hand to establish their relationship

here it is! I have no idea what I just wrote but, you know, here we go:

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The Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala. If anything in Maura’s life is a black tie affair, it’s this. It comes once a year, in May, just as the spring gives way to summer temperatures, and, unfortunately, when the nascent MLB season really starts to take shape. Which usually means she takes a man, a doctor most times, instead of Jane: the person with whom she much prefers to attend these things. Not only is Jane Maura’s best friend - and thus makes it all genuinely more bearable - Jane has all the social skills Maura wishes she did when it came to fellow donors and hot shots. There are celebrities at this thing, for god’s sake. And that makes Maura nervous, especially since Jane so often has about five to eight games to catch up on by the time late May rolls around and refuses to come. Last time Maura had to bring a surgeon. But this year, by some miracle, the Red Sox have an off day on this Tuesday night, the same that the Gala is on.

And Maura had known this fact for months. In fact, as soon as the regular season schedule was released. That meant that she started her get-Jane-to-the-Gala campaign while snow still raged outside and the year had barely begun. It culminates in the black, strapless gown she wears now, the one showing off her tanned shoulders and her three hundred dollar haircut complete with layers and highlights and the smell of priceless product. There are heels that highlight her calves and make her ass look fantastic; there is a pendant on her neck that draws attention to her perfectly supported breasts. There’s even a diamond ring on her right ring finger, big and belonging once to her mother, because Jane likes to look at things that remind her of tradition.

And Maura had promised, not with words per se, but quite forcefully, quite convincingly, that Jane’s attendance would be worthwhile. The promise had consisted of some rather pointed modeling in the guest bedroom while Jane sat in a lounge chair and watched, of even more pointed half-states of undress, including dropping the garment in front of her with her heels still on so that she could bend over in the skimpiest pair of underwear appropriate for a platonic home fashion show that she owned. It also consisted of the subtle increase in hand jewelry, answers to Jane’s questions about it being, “My mother gave it to me. She couldn’t bring herself to wear it anymore; she finds such signs of commitment provincial. I vehemently disagree - especially when the signs are so exquisite. Don’t you think?”

Jane had sniffled. She’d stood, looking stiff and stupid as her mouth gaped at the ring Maura held out, before she finally said, “it’s on the wrong hand.”

Maura had chuckled warmly and replied, “for now.”

The stupidity intensified up until Jane mopped her jaw off the floor and excused herself to return upstairs. Maura then understood that she didn’t even need to invite Jane: she just needed to bring the Gala up.

That happened about two weeks after the ring incident, which was about two weeks after the dress fitting. Maura stood in front of the vanity in her bedroom’s en suite, rubbing a European moisturizer into the skin just over her cheek bones. “You know, the Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala is on the 28th this year,” she said with the most practiced nonchalance as she frowned to get more of the product into her pores.

Jane had grunted. She leaned against the threshold to the bathroom and crossed her arms, using tox results for their current case as the excuse to be in Mauara’s inner sanctum. Maura had at least given her the courtesy of relaying those lab results before bringing the fundraiser up. “‘S an off day,” Jane said.

Maura made a curious sound. “Hmm. Really?”

“Yeah,” Jane confirmed. “Want me to tag along?”

Maura pursed her lips so she didn’t smile. Jane isn’t hers. But she knows a secret: Jane wants to be, and so she admits she played a little dirty to have gotten Jane to accompany her.

Honestly, though, that was the nonverbal content of Maura’s promise: go, and becoming mine is a distinct, dirty possibility for you. “I’d like that,” she told Jane. “Do you need something to wear?”

She knew what Jane would say. Well, she knew the answer. Jane ended up saying, “I”ve seen what you’re wearing; I think I can cobble something together.”

Contrary to what even Jane herself might have believed, Maura hadn’t wanted to go shopping for Jane anyway - she wanted it on the table that Jane would be dressing to compliment her. Because that meant Jane in a suit. And Maura is attracted to the Jane she knows, not the Jane she can conjure by draping her in couture.

And so, Jane is here, at the Childhood Cancer Awareness Gala, in May, instead of in front of a ballgame somewhere. Jane is here in a suit, with a very expensive white silk shirt under the jacket, with a sleeker, more understated boot than the aggressive block heel she often wears to work, her hair wild and beautiful and the perfect compliment to her sharp features.

It is, by all accounts as Maura returns from the restroom, a win. A complete victory on all fronts. Except, that is, Jane stands close to Doctor Melissa Henry - world renowned OBGYN and overall knockout - listening intently enough, leaning in close enough, to hear above the sociable din.

Jane’s long fingers hold her champagne flute by the rim, the drink Maura had procured for her long before the trip to the restroom, and Jane hasn’t touched it. Hasn’t had a sip. Which, of course not, because Doctor Henry is Puerto Rican and curvaceous and a genius. Why would Jane interrupt her spell to imbibe?

Doctor Henry leans close and says something into Jane’s ear, Jane who turns into the gesture yet again, and suddenly, they are both chuckling. And by god, it’s Jane’s handsome chuckle - the one that crinkles the corners of her eyes and bestows upon her a crooked little grin.

Normally, Maura respects the hell out of Doctor Henry as a leader in the field of women’s medicine. She’s serious and principled and warm… and that’s the damn problem. Maura did a fucking bend and snap to get Jane here (thank Jane’s modern media bootcamp for that particularly relevant reference); she’s not letting go this easily.

And again, she intends to fight dirty.

She marches across the crowded ballroom to where the two women stand, where Doctor Henry places a steadying hand on Jane’s shoulder because her heels are tall and her ankles are crossed. A man bumps into a deadset Maura, by accident, but it only fuels her resolve. She continues, gaze forward, back straight, clutch in front of her hips (the ones that sway as she walks), until she approaches Jane and Doctor Henry. Then she stops.

For all her missing of social mores, Maura can synthesize the details of a situation like no other. So just as she approaches, she comes up to Jane’s left, because Jane’s right is occupied with the champagne. And also, coincidentally, Doctor Henry. All for the better, though, because this means that for her next act, the ring on her hand can do all the heavy lifting, even if it’s a mirror image of where it’s supposed to be.

Her fingers find the ones at Jane’s side, and they slither between them. Once they’re all but entwined, she drags them up, skin brushing as they curl, just before manicured fingers scratch Jane’s palm one time. Then as she fans them back out, down and united again, she kisses Jane’s covered shoulder. Jane shivers and Maura knows it’s because of the metal rubbing on her ring finger. “My mother’s bete noir is here,” she says into the fabric of Jane’s jacket, relishing the delicate scratch against her gloss-softened lips. “The feud is as alive as ever.”

Boom.

Between the touching and the comment just for her, she’s got Jane. She knows she’s got Jane because instead of a statement about how rude it is not to greet the third party, Jane says in that gravel-rich timbre, “she still telling the story about how her daughter styled… who?”

“The Roman Prince of Cerveteri? At least once a function,” Maura replies quickly, all as she turns her gaze on Doctor Henry. “So sorry, Melissa - family issues. You know how it is.”

Family. Issues.

Jane stiffens further, grows warmer; Maura knows there’s blushing even if she can only see Melissa Henry’s straight-out-of-a-catalog face.

“That I do,” Doctor Henry says. Gracefully she steps away from Jane. Is that a bit of fear Maura sees, too? “Do uh, do you two need a drink? I think I’m headed to the bar.”

Jane smiles with her lips closed and simply holds up her champagne flute. I’ve got plenty.

“I’ve had enough for the evening, but thank you,” Maura answers with a cordial smile.

When Doctor Henry walks away after a nod and a smirk of her own, Jane snorts. “I don’t think she’s coming back,” she says.

“God, I hope not,” says Maura. When Jane, without letting go of Maura’s hand, downs her entire drink and steps close enough for their fronts to touch, Maura honors the nonverbal request for an embrace by wrapping her free arm around Jane’s shoulders. “When you’re here, when you accompany me to these events, you’re mine,” she asserts with a growl of her own.

“I’m yours all the time,” Jane counters. She rests her head in the crook of Maura’s neck because in heels, Maura is tall enough.

Maura squeezes, and laughs lowly. “I know.”

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Hi Mr Gaiman!

I wanna thank you for writing so many amazing and creative works in the time that we're all alive to read and watch them. Just wanted to let you know how amazing you were and that you are such an influence on myself and in getting through life.

I had a question about the second season of Good Omens, which was asking about the release date. If Good Omens S2 is coming out 28th of July, is that universal for that date? Or in other areas would it be coming out on the 29th?

As someone who lives in Australia, I have circled both the 28th and the 29th because I was too excited to wait until I had the answer, and gave up and chose to have both those days free.

Means a lot that you work so hard for us all!

Thanks <3

It will be released on or before midnight on the 27th of July Pacific Time as it becomes July 28th. So that's still the 28th in New Zealand and Australia.

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I'm so confused about the number 28. Why is it such an important number for Taylor, Harry, Louis and Joe? I saw a picture of Louis with the 28 tattoo, and it got me thinking about the number 28.

The 28th is a lesson in how fandoms don't know what they are talking about and fill the blanks with assumptions. In that vein though here's my storytime. It means something different to everyone you listed:

Louis’s lucky number is 28. He had 28 a set of 1D inner ears, wore a 28 jersey, so has a 28 tattoo. His house number in Back to You Mv is 28. Liam said it was a house number, this report said that he said it was a jersey.

For Harry and Taylor It’s the 28 September rather than number. They were both MIA on that date 2012. Taylor was in Paris to shoot the Begin Again MV and the next week they were first seen together and Taylor said she had a good looking boyfriend. On 28 September 2013 Harry tweeted Joni Mitchell lyrics about commitment without marriage, (Zayn was recently engaged). Larries larried and decided it was a sign that Harry (who was gambling alone) ?married? Louis (who was unwell) in Australia, (where it was illegal at the time), with no loved ones present. There’s a post about marking that anniversary here.

For Joe, I think the number/date has no meaning at all. Or was an annual reminder about Haylor. On 28 September 2016 Taylor was with Cara in NY and Joe was in London until at least October 4. He came to NY a week later and their anniversary would have been sometime after 12 October when he came to NY. Based on the Lover Journal 3 January 17 that said they had been together for 3 months. In 2018, Taylor changed the lyric in her September cover to the 28th September, presumably for Harry. The Spotify press release for it originally said it was "especially meaningful to one of her relationships" which was later edited out. Swifties felt so inspired by Larries that they ran with it and decided they knew Taylor & Joes anniversary.

#larry stylinson #harry styles #taylor swift #28 #28 September #September #haylor #Haylor anniversaries

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Quick recap about what's going on in Gaza

(Spoiler, the recap is not actually that quick, but I tried to summarize the most amount of information as possible)

On October 7th (if I'm not mistaken) Hamas launched an attack against Israel, destroying buldings and taking hostages As a response, Israel proceeded to attack Gaza, Palestine, injuring and killing hundreds and thouthands of people (Btw, punishing the population for what a selected group of people has done, os a war crime)

From the 7th to today, 28th of October, Israel has been attacking Gaza non stop. They have cut all electricity, water, food and medical supplies from entering the city, leaving the people so that, if the airstrickes don't kill them, the unability to tend to their needs will Israel has also told the people of Gaza to move to the south where they'll be "safer", only to attack the south

So far these are the numbers that Israel's agression has caused: • Death toll hits 7703. • 3595 children killed. • 19,734 injured. • 1800 missing, including 1000 children. • 825 atrocities committed. And still counting!

Yesterday, Israel destroyed the communication center in Gaza, meaning that not only they have lost all contact to the outside world, but they are also unable to call friends and family to check up on them and, most importantle, they can't call ambulances During this black out, Israel did the deadliest attack so far. People on Egypt, 80km away, reported that they were able to feel the ground shaking from the airstrikes

"But what about the hostages? What about Israel? What about Hamas?" I hear you saying Although it's true that Hamas continued their attacks, the amount of dead israelies is 1400 people which, although it's really bad, it doesn't even come close to the 7000 of Gaza About the hostages, they are completely fine. A woman that has recently been freed said that Hamas treated her and the rest of the hostages with kindness, gave them food and medical attention if needed Not to mention that Hamas offered multiple times to release ALL the hostages in exchange of stopping the airstrikes on Gaza, but they declined all the offers

On more recent news, Elon Musk offered help to restore the internet and communications on Gaza, but Israel said that they will prevent this from happening (information from about an hour ago)

To understand better this situation, here you have a history leasson:

Over 75 years ago, all the territory that is now Israel, used to be Palestine, but it all changed after WWII. After the holocaust, zionism was born, the idea to make a state completely run by jews where they would be safe, which is in concept a good idea, but the problem was that there was no land left to make this state, which meant the had to take it from somewhere, which ended up being Palestine. World potencies like the US or the UK liked this idea, so they gave zionist all necessary to make their dream come true, thus begining the Palestinian nightmare. The zionist, or Israel, started kicking out Palestinians out of their own land in an event that would later on be called the "Nakba", or translated from arabic, the "Catastrophie", self explenatory. Ever since then, Israel has been launching attacks against Palestine every few years, k1lling them, kicking them out of their own homes, and all that stuff, which leads us to today, where only 10% of which used to be Palestine is not *completely* occupoed by Israel (The population on those places is Palestine, but the goverment is run by Israel). Also I must add, nobody is able to leave or enter Gaza (at least legall) from even before the 7th of October, not only because of the LITERAL GIANT WALLS THAT ISRAEL BUILT TO KEEP THEM IN, but also Israel military forces them to keep them inside. There is currently also over 10.000 Palestine people arrested in Israeli prisons, which ended up there with no jury nor explenation of why they are even there, a good amount of these people are under the age of 18. This was never about Hamas, Israel just took their most recent attack as an excuse to continue their g3nocide and colonialism, because that's what it is, A G3NOCIDE AND COLONIALISM

#palestine #gaza #free palestine #free gaza #ceasefire #ceasefire now

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Tattoos and Miracles

-- Guys it is so late here but I wanted to write something, so forgive me if it makes zero sense.

Tw. Mention of infertility, unsupportive families, pregnancy, etc.

Taglist: @mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy

« Right, baby,I’m off »

Your husband kissed the top of your head, one hand to the back of your head to help him push it towards him.

« Mwah » He says with a wink as he releases you from the kiss « I love you. I will be back for dinner »

You walk with him to the door, like you do every morning, and wave him off. As usual, he stops about halfway down the driveway to wave and blow another kiss at you, before he gets into the truck and drives off.

You hate this bit. You have been married to Jake for thirteen years, after being engaged for two years. You had spent a lot of time together and maybe that was why you had to keep yourself from shedding a tear whenever he left.

Part of you thought that was good, because it means you love him, but you’ve heard your family whisper things behind your back. Codependent. Controlled. Wasted potential. They had been furious when you had decided to become a housewife but, they had allowed you to believe for all of two months, they were supportive. Part of you understood why your parents were angry ; they had killed themselves working hard jobs to pay for private education and a damn good university, they had invested in your education in the hopes that you would have a career. But hearing them call you a Waste of Potential had been a hit to your pride, and a bullet straight to the heart. But you had overheard the worst last christmas, it had sent you crying to your room, abandoning your mother with the turkey.

« What is the fucking point of it anyway ? They don’t even have children »

Well, it wasn’t like they knew. You hadn’t advertised that you and Jake had been trying for the better part of ten years, but it just wasn’t happening. Doctor’s visit after doctor’s visit told you everything was fine and sometimes it just takes time. But after ten years of time, anything to do with babies just started to hurt. Walking through San Diego and reading in a park had been your favourite thing, but now the holidays had started children were running about, and going out had become a minefield for you.

You had isolated yourself very effectively, only going out when Jake was coming too. Which, with his schedule, meant never. So, your days were usually spent doing chores. Today was no different.

After Jake left, you busied yourself with the laundry, shoving clothes into the machine till it was full to the brim. Then came the hoovering, the mopping, cleaning out the pet food containers. Soon enough it was lunchtime and then, your daily dose of pain : A pregnancy test. You had done so many it had become its own category in the household budget. Yet, even though you knew what the test would say, you would wolf down your lunch to get to it faster. And every time, before you saw the negative result, you would feel a little pang of hope that maybe this time there might be a miracle.

You inhaled the microwaved leftovers and drank half a litre of water before taking the test, then so well-versed in doing this, you didn’t set a timer and just mulled about for fifteen minutes until you instinctively knew time was up.

Anticipation was making you see double, you were sure of it. You sat down on the toilet lid and took a few deep breaths. A prayer later you looked at the test again. You took out your phone, almost unlocking it to tell Jake but you didn’t. He was working, you would tell him later. You looked at your lock screen.

Thursday 28th of July, quarter past one pm, you were pregnant.

Jake hated leaving you in the morning. He knew you would just stay home and clean. He liked having a clean home, sure, but he liked having a happy wife too. He knew you had stopped reading recently, and watching films was a no-go too, just in case. You were taking things hard, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t just as affected by it as you but showing you how horrible he felt towards it would just make it worse.

He pulled into the parking lot inside of the base and steadied his breathing a little. Okay, he could do this. He checked how he looked in the reflection of the rearview mirror and then got out of the car.

He could see the rest of the team gathered by the door on the far end. Phoenix's sister had had a baby. It had been the only subject of conversation for roughly two weeks and by the way she was parading her phone around the group, today she had pictures. Jake steeled himself for what was to come, but Phoenix didn't bother him and he was thankful for it.

Their phones rang with a mass text from Mav:

"Beach, 8.am. Meet at Hard Deck"

"We could carpool?" Bob had suggested. They had all folded themselves into Rooster's bronco and Phoenix's fiat. Luckily, the bar wasn't too far.

"I hope you all slept well, because this one isn't going to be easy. Today we're working on your weakest ability: teamwork. Dogfight football, offence and defence at the same time." Mav had explained, standing in front of the bar on the wooden steps like Ceasar addressing his people.

The prospect of football, regardless of rule changes, was making him happy. He played football during highschool, it was his escape then and it still was now, whenever he got the chance to get together with buddies that is.

They got out of their shirts and Jake wished Mav had thought to ask them to bring swim trunks. But he doubted Mav had actually planned this. Mav was a great pilot but he wasn't even close to being a good planner.

"Didn't know you had a tatoo" Phoenix said as the game started and it took him a second to realise she had been talking to him. He had had the tatoo for so long he had almost forgotten about it. The only time he was acutely aware of it was when he was away, his hand seeming to hover over it subconsciously almost at all times.

"What does it say?" Phoenix asked, it distracted him enough for Rooster to tackle him to the floor. She winced at the noise of his back hitting the golden sand and knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Y/n" He replied, using her outstretched hand to stand back up.

"Who's that?"

"My wife"

"Holy shit you're married?!" Payback shouted before Phoenix had the chance to. Everyone turned their heads. He didn't know why this bothered him so much.

Well, he knew. He knew where this would go, everyone always asked the same questions:

"How long have you been married?"

"What does your wife do for a living?"

"So, when are you going to have kids?"

He wasn't ashamed of the life he had built with you. On the contrary, he loved everything about it. He loved cooking together on date nights, he loved watching crappy romcoms, he loved getting married at 20 years old and knowing he had a lifetime ahead of him to spend with you. But he felt so protective over you. He knew how much you were struggling and how unsupportive your family was. And he just wanted to keep you safe, even if you weren't there to hear those questions.

"Uhh, yeah" he answered

"When did that happen?" Coyote asked

"A while ago?"

"Is she like a pilot or something?"

"No, just… civilian"

"Oh nice, you got kids we don't know about too, or just a girl?" Rooster joked.

While you isolated yourself to deal with the grief, Jake had crafted the perfect smokescreen to hide his pain. To anyone but you and your families, he hated children. Eventually, people stopped showing baby pictures, stopped talking about children, and stopped asking him about when he was thinking about settling down.

He tensed up.

The game ended with his team on top, they walked to the bar's back porch, where Penny was waiting with drinks. Mav asked him to stay behind.

"You alright kid? You looked pretty tense earlier"

"I just don't like --" He tried to say but Mav cut him off.

"No" it was a assertive voice, telling Jake he knew exactly what kind of excuse he was going to use.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay" he sighed

Jake wondered if Mav knew what it felt like. The man didn't have any children of his own, but with the way he was treating them all there was no denying the man had a very paternal streak about him. Maybe children just hadn't happened for him. The voice at the back of Jake's head whispered that maybe that's why Mav was single. Sometimes, he could feel the strain this desperate need for a baby was putting on his own mariage but Jake pushed any thought of this out of his mind before the urge to run back to his car and drive home to hug you became too strong.

You were agonising over your decision. He was your husband, he should know. But then again, there were so many cute ways to announce it to him. No, he deserved to know.

You picked up your phone and called him. It went straight to voicemail. You sent him a text to call you back as soon as, and you paced again.

The cleaning had gone straight out of the window the second you found out. Your broom laying discarded against the kitchen wall, your plate still on the table, you had done nothing since lunch.

But, the more you thought about telling him, and the more you grew aware that you were actually pregnant, the more nauseous you felt. It was almost dinner time, Jake would be home soon, you needed to figure something out. You needed to -- you ran to the bathroom and just made it in the doorway before you vomited straight into the empty mop bucket. Once started, it was impossible to stop the urgent need to be sick. Luckily, or not, you hadn't eaten much and soon vomit was replaced with dry retching.

"I know the feeling" Mav had cornered him by the car. Jake looked at him, debating whether or not to pretend he didn't know what he was talking about. But it would be cruel. Clearly Mav was desperate for someone to talk to.

"It's so isolating" He confirmed

"Yeah" Jake let out a sad chuckle "I try to keep it together for her. I don't do a very good job, I think."

"I'm sure she appreciates it, but if it's weighing on you, you need to tell her."

Jake felt a question on his tongue but he stayed quiet. It seemed like Mav was talking from experience.

"Maybe I would still have Charley if I had told her" The older man mumbled

"But you wouldn't have Penny" Jake said

"No. You're right" he sighed, with a sad smile on his face "but I might have had kids"

"You got Bradshaw"

"Hmm and what a great job I did"

He wanted to say something to comfort him but the words he had planned came out as something completely different

"What if I'm not ready when she does get pregnant, you know?"

"I don't think you will be, I don't think anyone is ever ready"

"Yeah but we have been trying for ten years, what if we have a child and I fuck things up?"

Maverick hugged him. His embrace bone-crushing and comforting. Eventually he let go, and Jake drove home.

He turned his keys and the door and went looking for you. The cleaning supplies discarded in every room worried him. Jake was about to shout out your name when he caught a glimpse of you kneeling over the toilet bowl. Your eyes were closed, your cheek resting against the toilet seat.

"Baby, are you okay?"

He pet your head, trying to feel for a temperature. You were okay, clammy with cold sweat, but okay. Your eyes fluttered open and before he could say anything you retched into the toilet bowl again.

"Did you eat anything wrong? Do you want me to call a doctor or an am--" he lost the rest of his sentence as his eyes rested on your hand. Or rather, what you were holding.

He removed it from your grasp and looked at the test.

Was he seeing double?

He shook the test. No. He wasn't seeing double, you were pregnant. They had waited ten years for this.

All of his previous fears flooded his mind, but as he gazed into your eyes right then, Jake felt on top of the world. He felt that with you he could do anything.

When it came time to tell others, Jake called Maverick first.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #original fic #jake seresin #hangman top gun

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Waterparks: The Ultimate Poll (2023)

before i kick this off, i wanna take a moment to say congratulations to the boys for getting their first top 10 record! it's a huge achievement and i know it doesn't mean anything but i'm lowkey proud of how far they've come. now let's get that Grammy (?)

ok, so back to the poll... i wanted to do this because we just got a new release and i'm curious about which is the fan favorite (so far.) and also, i see there're some new people in the fandom, so i'm curious about how that's gonna affect the results in the older releases compared with previous poll results.

so, if you're reading this and are new to the fandom, hi!

first of all: welcome to the shitshow.

secondly: god bless your soul, please do not dig into Parx history. ignorance is bliss, my friend.

that said. i have a few predictions for this that i'm gonna keep in a draft and share later along with the results.

and i wrote this in the actual poll, but just in case, you only get to pick one (1) favorite song for each release. and don't overthink it, just pick the one you love the most. this isn't about what Parx song is 'the best' is about which ones are the fans' favorites. so, no pressure, we're all friends here. also, i know you can fill this multiple times, but i would really apreciate it if you just did it the one time. thank you in advance.

side note: i included the demos album because we all know it fucking slaps.

i'm rambling. again.

IMPORTANT NOTE! i'm leaving the poll open for a week. that means results will be up on Friday, 28th. you have until that Friday morning/noon to participate.

i guess that's it!

be nice and remember to have fun!

#waterparks #the ultimate poll (2023)

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So clips of the new Miraculous: Ladybug and Cat Noir: The Movie that’s scheduled to come out soon has been trending on my Twitter feed for the past few days and I gotta say this.

I feel like Miraculous is gonna have the reverse effect to what happened with the Tales of Arcadia trilogy.

With Tales of Arcadia, it had a banger animated series with a nearly flawless story that spanned three epic shows; each equally great and enjoyable to watch but ultimately had a dog shit movie that united all TOA fans in denying this film's very existence cause it essentially killed the entire franchise for folks.

(Seriously, till this day, I don’t think I’ve met any TOA fan who genuinely thought the Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans film was good. NO ONE LIKED THIS MOVIE...PARTICULARLY AFTER THE ENDING)

But for Miraculous, with what I saw, it's looking to have a banger animated film that, for a moment, will make bitter oldie fans like myself forget about the disappointing mess the animated series spiraled into ESPECIALLY after S3.

Talking personally, I feel like the ML Movie might just rekindle my love for ML after the show killed it in S3. From the little clips I saw teased on Twitter, it's genuinely looking to be a sweet film with the love square scenes actually being legit wholesome and showing actual chemistry (and romantic tension) between both of our titular heroes.

Ladynoir ACTUALLY have cute flirtatious banter and Ladybug actually acts like she genuinely enjoys Cat Noir's company instead of seeming annoyed with his overall existence as her so-called partner in crime-fighting unlike in the show (well... at least BEFORE S5 as I heard through the grape vine).

There is no denying how much I don't like Miraculous anymore for how its writing deteriorated over the seasons which for me is a darn shame cause, hand over heart, I used to FREAKING LOVE this show!

Those of you who've been following me since my Miraculous days would remember how much of big miraculer this squiggle meister was.

I drew fanart of it for 3 years for pete's sake. So it sucked for me when the writing got so unenjoyable for me that I had to drop it.

But not lying to tell you, the movie is pulling me back in. Right now, the movie feels like such a far cry from the show that it is at least deserving of a check out.

To me, it's looking like the movie is what Miraculous SHOULD have been with really hammering into the sweet wholesome romance between our two young heroes.

I mean...my ass could be wrong but I'll still give it a watch out of legit curiosity. At least the animation is looking gorgeous.

So it'll be on my radar come it’s official release on July 28th this year on Netflix.

Never thought I'd be interested in ML again after so long but here I am again.

~LMS (2023)

#squiggles talks: miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladynoir #miraculous the movie

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✨Eclips Season Breakdown ✨

Hello lovelies, we've entered eclips season where we will expeirnece both a Solar Eclips in Libra on October 14th, and then on October the 28th we will experience a Lunar Eclips in Taurus. Depending on your placements and how you interact with the transit, the eclipses effects can present themsleves weeks to months in advance, as well as after its passing (usually up to 6month) What should we ecpect? With both Taurus and Libra being ruled by venus, as well, we can expect venusuain, 2nd house and 7th house activities. This means topics surrounding our money/finances, stability, comfort, socializing/groups, relations, luxury and pleasures, will be highlighted. With different aspects such as a conjunction to the South node, we can also expect themes such as past lives, baggages and lessons (or unfinished lessons) being big themes for some.

How will this affect us as a collective? Numerous of things can be expected, so here are some most likly predictions;

Increse in prices, globally. This could for exampe be more costly public transport, as that affects our relationship with the public.

A lot of crypto currency and online markets may have a boom or fall, depending on where you find yourself. For those who have invested, you may see a large reward, where as there may be some harsh dips before it picks up again due to many pulling out due to fears.

Large companies may find themsleves renegotiating contracts, having unsatified partners or other conflicts that won't see the light of day till everythings either finalized or possibly leaked pre-maturely.

Many world organizations and allienses may be going through re-negotiations, which could have tensions of conflicts, but most will be resolved peacefully while others may worsen. The only example I have of this could be similiar to Kenya pushing for Visa Free Kenya/Africa.

Fertility or sexual scandals may come out, but this may first be within the coming 4-5 months, which may be a big shock to the public. Some of it will force laws to become harsher and lawenforcement to gain more backlash.

Food development may be on a rise with, an example could be, alternative ways of growing food. A fall in import and more demand to rely on self-sufficiancy.

How will it affect us as individuals? Firstly, its important to note that this eclips season is not one I would recomend to manifest. Instead, I suggest releasing and letting go for what no longer serves you to make space for new and better things.

During such seasons, it is adviced to not start anything new, unless you already had plans (5-6 months prior), but listen to your intuition as some of us are menat to begin a new chapter that will require starting something new. For some this new begining may not be a whole new path, but the same with a difference that makes it feel new. An example could be a new job doing the same thing but now it is in a different location (think from remote work to in person or from regular employee to manager)

The solar eclips will bring new beginings in terms of relations (platonic or romantic for some) compromisation/sacrafice, openness and even some emotionalness to it.

So for the solar eclips, nothing overly explosive or life-jerking will offcure, simply big or small changes that will be within what you already know/feel comfortable within. The biggest lesson here is to let go, sacrafice (usually without a struggle( and let the universe do it's things. You may feel paranoid at first, or resistant to the change even if it is quite minor in the begining but it will sort itself out.

For the lunar eclips, the energie is much more noticable as it is the high point as we end chapters. It is high emotions, quite dramatic for some and very explosive for others (think New Years Eve). It is one that will most likly reward us due to its close conjunction to Jupiter - i.e we will be rewarded for what we have been working very hard on. There is growth and very little challange, so we will This is where many of us will experience quality over quantity, and few will ever return. The energy for this is much more selfish and will be a happy ending to something you may have been going through all year. Look to the following month cycle (every 6th month) to see if there was a reoccuring theme; April 2022, October 2022, April/May 2023. Think about what happened during those times and how life is going now to see what will be 'released' for you'.

Below are more specified areas where you may experience more shifts, just look to your Rising, sun or moon to see where you may feel these eclipses the most;

Aries The Solar Eclips will be in your 7th house, which points to themes of partnerships, collaborations and socializing. Some of you may be going through changes such as marriage, divorce or seperation. The energy around your many changes has a karmic energy (neutral), where some of you may meet a soulmate you've already been with or a new soul-connection. Thise mostly affected will have later degree Aries placement (rising, sun, moon). This may also simply indicate meeting someone and your relationship having a more spiritual nature, which will help you in the long run.

Taurus The Solar Eclips will be in your 6th house, which is the house of health and organization. This all points to a shift in how you view your health, how you take care of yourself and how you organize your life. You may find that you have had more health issues then normal or a flareup that has felt too familiary. This will push you to change - this can be eating differently, cutting out habits such as smoking, drug use etc. and wanting to simply change your routine. You may find that this will be easier done alongside someone else, so don't hesitate to get an accountability buddy. For those with 10th degree Taurus placement (rising, sun, moon) you may feel this much stronger after the Lunar eclips, where the release of what no longer serves you will give you great rewards. Oh, and some of you may be getting a new job. You will no longer be somehwere that was sucking your energy and most likly making you sick (physically and mentally).

Gemini The Solar Eclips will be in your 5th house, which will affect your love life. You may have been asked to change your outlook, idea and attitude towards relationships (including platonic relations) in order to get to where you want to be. This could also be habits (dating sights, being too passive, being overly selective or even not being picky enough). Overall, most of what you want will come without much of your intefrenece, but you need a shift of mindset. Release that and better will come replace it.

Cancer The Solar Eclips will be in your 4th house, which is the theme surrounding family and the home. Some of you may be relocating, either moving away from your childhood home, a place you made home or somewhere that no longer feels like home. Some my be reconnecting with a place or people in their lives, while others may have disputes or cutting ties with family or older friends. Your biggest lesson this eclips season is to let go of attemnets to places, people and memories in order to move smoother ahead.

Leo The Solar Eclips will be in your 3rd house, which is your social life, communication and siblings. Some of you may reconnecting with friends you havent spoken with for a whole (not necccesarily because something bad happens) Rekindeling and resuming connections may bring you a lot of clearity, new perspectives and rewards. Some of these relationsh could be closely linked with your past life.

Virgo The Solar Eclips will be in your 2nd house, which is the house of finances and security. Many of you will expericence financial shifts that will follow after the release of control, mentalities and attachments. Stepping out of comfort zones will also reward you greatly. Some may already have expeirnece that letting go of posessions or what no longer serves you (a job, an attitude towards something etc) will make room for even more. This may have been felt already, by some, but will continue for others for up to 12 months.

Libra The Solar Eclips will be in your 1st house, which is the self. This eclips will be felt by all libra placements, but significant for the Libra risings (as well as some sun and moons) a new begining is ahead. You will expeirence many chapter endings and new ones ahead, where you can expect appearence changes, alongside habits and mindset shifts. Imagine a snake shedding it's skin, that is you, and you are entering an era that you've been slowly walking towards. Those who aren't there yet, you will be guided towards it in due time. Remember that there is no start without the space for one, so releasing is crucial. Many may find themsleves feeling this within their social life (so, you may change who you associate yourself with, how you are in public (moving in silence is big)).

Scorpio The Solar Eclips will be in your 12th house, which indicates that many will have revelations and letting go of a lot that doesnt serve them. This can be releasing past traumas, habits, attachments and addictions. This will follow getting more in touch with your intuition, becoming more intuned and delving into spirituality (or continuing where you let of).

Sagottarius The Solar Eclips will be in your 11th house, the house of groups and friendships. Many of you will gain new friendships, make new or deepen connections. A lot of you will also compleate some past life cycles, which will result in compleating or making new long term goals. Those around you will be crucial to this part, especially when it comes to business ventures and other sucesses.

Capricorn The Solar Eclips will be in your 10th house, which is the house of social status, business, image (public) and such. For some of you, you may change your image, shift how others see you or gain a different perspective on others. Others may find themsleves getting promoted or pushed to reach higher hights, whihc could be quitting and finding new oppertunities more alligned. Oters may expeirnece their mentors or those they look up to passing the torch making them the "king/overhead". This is an oppertunity that may feel unexpected for some but a wish-furfilled for others.

Aquarius The Solar Eclips will be in your 9th house, which is all about expansion, philosophy, higher education and more. For many of you, you will gain a better perception on the world and on yourselves. This intales a spiritual awakening(s), persuing education and knowlege. Some of you may have to travel further for this insight, and many may need to 'reprogram' the way you interact and see the world. Some of you may also be going from being the student to becoming the teacher.

Pisces The Solar Eclips will be in your 8th house, which all points to sudden changes with regarding your finances. Some of you may find that your income (specicially the income that came from others, a spouse, family, friends etc) may become spares and replaced, either by your own efforts or by the financial aid of others. This could be do to them being replaced, cords being cut or you taking full ocntrol of your financial stability. Others may find that they are pregnant or will soon be giving birth. This could be to a child but can also be to an idea / project you've been working on. Some may find that a psycological change is happening and you will soon find yourself releasing a lot of traumatic memories and habits. Not all of them belonged to you, but could have beeen generational traumas, or possibly a past life baggage you had to let go of. Lastly, some of you have been doing a lot of work and will find yourself getting into a spiritual awakening, which will reward you greatly in the future as it is making space for what you've been trying to attract.

I hope this was helpful, have a lovely rest of October and stay blessed

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The General Strike In France

In the past weeks' workers in France and particularly in Paris have been protesting and clashing with government forces over President Macron's raising the retirement age by two years. This has led to multiple unions striking over the week. This all culminated with more violence from police and the government and came to a head when the major union leaders all over France called for general strike action against the government.

Today that has led to in Paris alone eight-hundred thousand workers going on strike. According to France 24 “hundreds of thousands of French workers on Thursday rallied in a new show of rage against president Emmanuel Macron” -France 24. Outside of Paris, an extra 2.7 million workers all over the rest of France have joined the general strike and protests with reports from police stations and an extra 200 demonstrations have taken place compared to yesterday's numbers. In the midst of this in the French government, conservative legislatures have released a plan that would further raise the retirement age to 70 which would be an extra 4 years on top of the originally proposed 2 years.

All this should show the French working class and international workers that the government has no plans of backing down and nor do the striking workers. But I doubt this will remain for long as the number of protesters increases across all major cities in France and the economy begins to suffer from the General Strike. The unions also announced they plan to remain on strike and to protest into the next coming week. Which will coincide with King Charles III’s visit to France. And specifically, many unions called for protests on March 28th the day he is set to arrive in France. The main unions organizing the general strike are 8 unions across France, but the most vocal radical voice is led by the CGT (General Confederation of Labour) has been organizing many strikes and protests and cooperating with the other 7 unions especially cooperating with the CDFT and CFTC unions as well as the UNSA, FSU, Force Ouvrière, FO, the SUD, and of course CNT-F. All of these unions have worked together to coordinate and execute the General Strike and coordinate protests all over France. As well as the Unions, the protests are getting support from socialist and communist parties all over France including NUPES (New Ecological and Social People's Union), PCF (French Communist Party), NPA (New Anticapitalist Party), Lutte Ouvrière, and Gauche révolutionnaire.

What we need to take away from this is that everywhere across the world we can resist capitalism taking our rights to live and survive with action not just in France workers across the world need to look to France as a long-standing example whether it be the General Strike now. Or May 69 which this is shaping up to look like a second of. Just like on May 69, the French workers must sow fear into the hearts of the bourgeois. On May 69 Charles de Gaulle fled to occupied Germany fearing revolution or civil war. The working class everywhere must know and remember that when they run scared it means they know the power you hold and they are powerless to stop you. So in conclusion I will end will a line from the French version of the Internationale as a reminder of the hope we as the working class have and must maintain for freedom one day will shine.

“Ouvriers, paysans, nous sommes Le grand parti des travailleurs La terre n'appartient qu'aux hommes L'oisif ira loger ailleurs Combien de nos chairs se repaissent Mais si les corbeaux, les vautours Un de ces matins disparaissent Le soleil brillera toujours.”

#marxism #marxist #marxism leninism #trotskyism #socialism #anti capitalism #antifascism #anarchocommunism #anarchism #anarcho nihilism #unionstrong #unionize #france #news #general strike

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subliminalbo · 5 months

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10 Years of Subliminalbo

Candice Swanepoel: Mindless Pet Annotated [ 1 ]

Originally published November 28th, 2013

"You've done well, Candice. Since launching Obedience by Victoria, women just can't seem to get enough of our products. Sales have tripled in the last month alone." [ 2 ]

"Thank you, Master," Candice replied. She was teleconferencing with her boss, who had put her in charge of the Obedience campaign. Candice had traveled across the nation to nine different Victoria's Secret flagship stores [ 3 ], spreading their new product and enslaving the minds of customers who were now feeling so much more loyal to the business [ 4 ]. But they weren't the only ones under the control of this new high-tech lingerie. Candice was, in a way, patient zero.

"As a reward for your excellent work, we've decided to take you off of the campaign. I'm sure we have other models who are just dying to wear Obedience by Victoria. [ 5 ]"

"Master," Candice frowned. "Does that mean...?"

"You no longer have to wear the lingerie, yes." he replied. "We have other lines for you to promote, we can't be wasting you on one thing [ 6 ]."

"Yes, Master, I understand." Candice nodded. A part of her felt worried to be released from her boss' control [ 7 ]. She'd been wearing this lingerie for weeks now and was quite fond of someone thinking for her [ 8 ]. It was just easier.

Time fixed Candice's aversion to thought [ 9 ]. After a few days' worth of withdrawals, she no longer felt the urge for obedience [ 10 ]. With her mind finally cleared, Candice had a lot of questions for Victoria's Secret [ 11 ]. Like why they'd forced her to wear a hypnotic bra for twelve weeks [ 12 ]. So much had changed since Candice went under. Girls would stop Candice on the streets, and she would look into their eyes. Those empty eyes. And Candice knew that they were wearing Obedience, and she knew that it was her work that had taken this girl's mind [ 13 ]. "I love you, Candice. You are my idol," the girls would say, and Candice would remember all of those girls on tour. The ones who had just shown up for an autograph and had left with a new pair of underwear and an empty mind . And those girls had gone and forced their friends and family into mindless obedience as well. The campaign was so successful that CEOs of other companies were falling over each other to copy the Obedience bra's technology. Walmart had enslaved all of its employees to guarantee better service, and McDonald's was replicating the technology for food so that its customers would never eat anywhere else [ 14 ].

Candice was disgusted at this new world, and she knew something had to be done [ 15 ]. She first tried to take it up with her boss, but he was always too busy to listen. Then she tried filing a report to the ethics department of Victoria's Secret, but that too was met with no response [ 16 ]. Frustrated with her employer, Candice decided that she had to do something drastic [ 17 ].

Santiago Cruz was a young journalist trying to find her first major story to break through [ 18 ]. So far she was relegated to covering puff pieces like fashion at the Golden Globe Awards and the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show [ 19 ]. Candice had remembered Santiago from last year's show, but it was Santiago who approached Candice. She'd been focusing on Victoria's Secret in the last few weeks, after a friend of hers had gone completely off the grid reporting on the new line of lingerie. Santiago had an eye for conspiracy, and this really stunk [ 20 ]. So over coffee one morning, Candice spilled her whole story.

"They told me to try on the bra, and then... Well, everything felt so good. I just wanted to do everything they told me to."

"And you didn't know what it did? You didn't know that they were brainwashing you?" Santiago replied. She rarely looked away from her pad which she scribbled every possible detail onto. Notes on Candice's story, important dates, important names. This story was going to be huge.

"I didn't... And the worst thing is what they made me do. I had sex with so many men and women [ 21 ], and they made me go around passing out the lingerie, turning other women into something like me."

"That's awful," Santiago interjected [ 22 ].

"Yes. It's addictive too. After I was freed, I wanted nothing more than to go back. I wanted to be controlled. I wanted it so bad I even tried self-hypnosis [ 23 ]."

"But it didn't work."

"No."

As the interview wrapped up, Santiago asked if anyone in Victoria's Secret knew that Candice was talking to her. Candice told her about the ethics report she'd filed, but assured Santiago that no one knew she was going to the public with the story. The two women shook hands and Santiago promised Candice that justice would be served, then they went their separate ways. A few days passed before Santiago heard from Candice again. This time it was a text that read: New info. We need to talk. Meet me at our coffee place asap. Santiago said she was on her way, and as she left the office, she told her boss that she was going to check up on a new lead [ 24 ].

Santiago arrived at the coffee shop to find it mostly empty, except for the two baristas who stood stoic and guard-like behind the counter, and at a table in the back sat a well-dressed man with Candice, who sat on the floor next to the man, resting on her knees [ 25 ]. Unlike the man, you could not say she was well-dressed. She wore some gaudy kind of cat inspired lingerie [ 26 ].

"What is this?" Santiago asked Candice. "What's going on?"

"You're asking the wrong person," the man spoke up. "She doesn't say much anymore."

"Oh my God, Candice... What did you do to her?"

"My name's Ed [ 27 ], it's nice to meet you. We've reeducated Candice. And to answer your question, Miss Cruz, this is a trap [ 28 ]. For years reporters have been trying to out my company for one dirty reason or another. We're a blight to America's youth, we teach girls to be sexual at a young age... We just can't afford to have a brainwashing conspiracy on our hands so... I guess you'd call this the coverup."

"Candice," Santiago cried. "You've got to snap out of it!"

Ed smiled and ran his hand through Candice's hair. "Go ahead, my pet, you may speak."

"I was wrong to come to you, Santiago," Candice frowned. "Thankfully Master Ed was kind enough to take me back, and I'm sure he'd be happy to have you too, if you asked. We could be good kitties together!"

"No!" Santiago screamed. "I'll never put on your disgusting lingerie!"

"I'll make you a deal," Ed spoke up. "Surrender to me, and I'll let Candice go. Your mind for hers. Or... I keep Candice as my pet, and pull some strings for you. You'll have your own column, your own news show. You'll be able to do anything you want. All I ask is that you don't print that story."

Santiago looked into the empty eyes of a mindless Candice who was busy playing with the bell on her collar. Candice had trusted her to do the right thing. Santiago promised her that she would expose Victoria's Secret, and that this kind of thing would never happen to her again. But Santiago had only taken this story because she wanted her big break, and now she was being offered just that by Ed [ 29 ]. And Candice, she looked so happy.

"Okay," Santiago choked. "You can have her. No one will ever hear a word of this [ 30 ]."

"That's a good girl," Ed smiled [ 31 ].

[ 1 ]. This short was a kind of soft pilot to writing original characters, shifting the focus from Candice Swanepoel to reporter Santiago Cruz. It wasn't the most graceful transition. For example, it created this alternate universe in my series where Victoria's Secret is, inexplicably, a dominant political force responsible for the mass brainwashing of consumers. Obedience By Victoria would come up from time to time in my stories, but I mostly got around the absurdity of the plot by mentioning Victoria's Secret as little as possible after wrapping up Santiago's Story.

[ 2 ]. Consumers being targeted by mass brainwashing campaigns is an idea that I still find really compelling, partly because profit is the most logical motive for mind control, but also because there's just sort of this mundane evil to the whole scheme. Manipulating millions of consumers into submissive puppets to raise profit margins is very funny to me.

[ 3 ]. Yeah, again I don't really know anything about Victoria's Secret campaigns and have no idea where I came up with the number nine but I'm very surprised that Milwaukee was on the list.

[ 4 ]. Probably the worst example yet of telling the audience that there is mind control happening. These days I'd probably just be happy with Candice "spreading the product" (weird word choice too tbh)

[ 5 ]. I don't really understand the motivation to take the campaign away from Candice here, other than to create an inciting incident for the story.

[ 6 ]. From the mind controller's perspective, this just seems like a bad decision. How is Candice not supposed to blow the whistle here.

[ 7 ]. Ah man, I just hate interiority like this. I try really hard to not tell the reader what the character is thinking or feeling.

[ 8 ]. Subliminalbo cliche #3: mind control is nice, actually.

[ 9 ]. This is a stupid sentence.

[ 10 ]. Casually breezing over this harrowing experience right here in a single sentence.

[ 11 ]. Girl, same.

[ 12 ]. I am convinced that these are the four worst sentences that I've ever written in succession. I think it's meant to be understatement as a joke but it's just awful.

[ 13 ]. Classic subject-verb agreement error here. Fun fact, I was finishing up my first semester of freshman English when I wrote this.

[ 14 ]. So much to unpack in this one paragraph. First of all, it's like three paragraphs at minimum. But it's so weird that I didn't put any thought into what Obedience By Victoria is and how it works. Like, how is Walmart implementing mind controlling bras? How did McDonalds put inside fucking burgers? In future versions I think I made sure to note that all of these other companies were exploring their own research, but here I mostly just wanted to stress the sheer number of people who had been mind controlled since the last chapter and I didn't really care how.

[ 15 ]. Girl, same.

[ 16 ]. "Victoria's Secret's HR department" would have been less clunky language.

[ 17 ]. Why would she even try to handle it within the company? Like, what did she expect would happen here?

[ 18 ]. Hell of a way to introduce a new character. Literally just me explaining her archetype to the reader. I could have just pasted a TV Tropes page here.

[ 19 ]. In later versions of this story I focus a bit more on what Santiago actually does. In this first draft I saw her as a Buzzfeed journalist but later have her writing for Trespass, which is an ersatz Vice. Both have struggled in recent years, but Buzzfeed was such an easy target that I felt like Vice was more interesting to criticize. Anyway, I never actually say where Santiago works in this version because everything is surface level.

[ 20 ]. Subliminalbo cliche #4: the paranoid reporter who seeks out trouble because they suspect that mind control is everywhere.

[ 21 ]. I think this concept works better as a straight conspiracy thriller about corporate brainwashing but it's always about sex. What's funny is that I'm too young here to write confidently about sex so I just have the characters mention sex and that's the smut.

[ 22 ]. Don't like the word choice here. You don't "interject" when listening to a person talk about their trauma lol

[ 23 ]. It's nice to get a little bit of Candice's struggle after taking off the lingerie, but it's still really surface level stuff here. 2013 Bo is very committed to telling instead of showing.

[ 24 ]. Eh, this paragraph is fine I guess. I just want to call out how quickly I accelerate out of the scene. We get a brief stretch of dialogue between the two and then a quick summary of everything else they said. It really feels like I'm just trying to get to the end of this story. I'm also not really sure why I went out of the way to mention Santiago's editor, just weirdly superfluous information here.

[ 25 ]. There are like eight sentences inside this sentence.

[ 26 ]. The story follows the manip again.

[ 27 ]. Though I don't name him explicitly here, Ed is based on former Victoria's Secret Chief Marketing Officer Ed Razek who was something of a minor celebrity in the model blogging space as the creator of the Victoria's Secret Angels. In 2019 Razek stepped down from his position at the company following misogynist and transphobic comments, as well as allegations of creating a culture of harassment within the company. So uh...I hate this story.

[ 28 ]. I kind of hate the way my characters talk to each other in these early stories.

[ 29 ]. She jumps straight to the rationalization, holy shit.

[ 30 ]. I originally envisioned this story as Candice trapped between two powerful wills, but it's pretty shocking how quickly Santiago folds to Ed. Later revisions have focused a ton on expanding this scene and showing that Santiago ultimately has no choice, but I don't really feel like she's in a corner here.

[ 31 ]. The verdict: my worst story yet. Under baked and ludicrously rushed, you can just sort of tell that I'm writing this as a quick caption to a manip. There are tons of unfortunate real world implications too with all of the Ed Razek stuff that went down at Victoria's Secret, it makes for an icky story that I'm really not proud of writing, but it is important because it marks my transition to original characters. Of all my stories, this is the one I've come back to the most to rewrite, and I've finally gotten to a place where I'm fine with it. If you've read all of this I recommend checking that version out because it really has changed a lot (though a quick glance through it and I'm already finding things I hate about it).

#inside hypnoball #subliminalbo

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