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labellefleur-sauvage · 11 months

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I Need a Big Boy

Nesta had been a fan of her city’s rugby team, The Velaris Fighters, for years, all because of one man: Cassian Smith, the team’s captain.

Tonight, she was finally going to show Cassian why she was his biggest fan.

A very short and smutty Nessian fic. Inspired by a few influential tiktoks featuring some very handsome and big rugby men in short shorts and tight jerseys that instantly made me think that Cassian would be an excellent rugby player. No other plot, just sexy vibes.

Word Count: 2600

Rating: E

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“Yes! Just like that! Just a little bit more, just like that - yes!”

Nesta threw her arms in the air and cheered along with the thousands of other people in the crowd as the Velaris Fighters scored five final points before the sirens that signaled the end of the game blasted through the air. Besides her, her friend Gwyn threw her arms around her neck in a hug, while their other friend Emerie blew into a bright blue plastic stadium horn.

“What a game!” Gwyn exclaimed, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “I thought for sure they wouldn’t be able to come back!”

“That was the best scrum of the season. How Rhys managed to hook the ball after the other team nearly had it -“

“And then Azriel managing to grab the ball when Rhys got tackled -“

“But we all know who was really responsible for their comeback win,” Emerie said with a wiggle of her eyebrows, eyeing Nesta.

Nesta only hummed, too distracted by watching the man of the hour: Cassian Smith, front row prop and team captain of the Velaris Fighters. He had gone through two shirts over the course of the game to her delight, and had abandoned his latest shirt, choosing to go topless while he gave a media interview on the field.

She sighed wistfully, watching the overhead lights dance across his golden brown skin. This man was the only reason she got into rugby several years ago, when she saw an ad at a bus stop for the local rugby team with Cassian front and center.

Luckily she found rugby genuinely interesting, and enjoyed going to the games. Even better, she got to ogle the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Cassian was a tall brick house of a man, nearly 6’5” of pure muscle. His upper body - shoulders, arms, back, even his neck - was a mess of highly developed muscles. Each rippling ab was defined, and his thighs were thicker than tree trunks. Most of his glorious body was covered in dark, swirling tattoos that contrasted against his golden brown skin. His shoulder length wavy hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and Nesta watched, enraptured, as he slowly took the ponytail out of his hair and raked his fingers through his sweaty locks.

She licked her lips. It felt like a personal show, just for her. If all went according to plan, then she’d be putting on a show for him soon.

“Come on, let’s go.” Gwyn bumped Nesta out of her daydream. Shaking herself, she gathered her bag and followed her friends out of the stands, joining the throng of people waiting to exit the stadium.

“You still going to go to the player’s entrance and try to get an autograph?” asked Gwyn.

“She’s going to try to get a lot more than that,” quipped Emerie.

“Be safe!” Gwyn said. “Let us know if you need a ride home or anything! Keep us updated -“

“She’s not going to have time to give us play by play updates when she’s getting railed -“

“OK, bye!” Nesta called, turning away from her laughing friends to walk towards the side player entrance where the players entered and exited the stadium. A small crowd had already assembled outside the doors, people anxiously waiting for a chance to see their favorite players.

Nesta forced her way up to the front railing separating the crowd from the door. She didn’t have to wait long - soon, players from both teams began filling out, some stopping to sign autographs. Craning her neck and standing on her tiptoes, Nesta kept her eyes trained on the door, hoping she didn’t miss him.

Finally, the door swung open and Cassian emerged. He was even more beautiful up close: his hair was damp around his face, his form fitting t-shirt clung to his body and the fading sunlight highlighted his rugged face.

Nesta lost her breath as she watched Cassian briefly look around the crowd before his eyes met hers. He looked her up and down, head to toe, before sauntering over.

“That’s a great shirt you have on. Did it come pre-ripped like that?”

Nesta grinned. She was wearing a replica of one of his jerseys, with several rips along the shoulders and sides to mimic how his uniform often looked after a particularly rough game. She had also cut a deep V-neck into the shirt to show off her impressive cleavage.

“No, I had to cut it myself. Wanted it to look more like the real thing.”

Cassian gave her a one sided grin. “Like the rest of my jerseys, it would look better shredded on the ground.”

Nesta snorted, dragging her eyes down his toned chest and lingering on the junction on his thick jean covered thighs. She lazily brought her gaze back to Cassian’s face, noting the slight blush grazing his cheeks.

“This shirt has a lot of sentimental value to me, so I don’t think I’d be willing to risk having it destroyed. I think I’ll keep this one… unless you can give me something special in return.”

She could have sworn she saw him shudder. “I can think of a few things I could give you,” he said huskily. “How about you come back to the team locker room with me? I can give you a personalized jersey, a private tour of the facilities…”

“That’s so generous of you,” Nesta purred. “I think I’d be more interested in a private tour of you , though.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can take that? Most people can’t quite handle… all of me, like that.”

Nesta stared up at him and licked her lips. “How about we go somewhere private and I can prove to you that I’m more than capable of handling a big boy like yourself?” she shot back.

He smiled. “That can be arranged. Come on.” He single-handedly moved the heavy metal barrier out of the way, letting Nesta slip through. “My friend and I are going to the locker rooms,” he told the security guard at the door. The man nodded lazily, letting them back inside the building.

He quickly led them to the back of the stadium and into a large locker room. It was much nicer than Nesta expected - each player had their own personalized locker lined around the room, with a wide, wooden sitting bench in front of each cubby.

Cassian spun her out of her observations and took her face in his hands for a claiming kiss. Nesta sighed as his tongue swept inside her mouth. He broke away from her suddenly, a cocky grin on his face.

“How long were you waiting outside?” Cassian asked, sitting down in front of his locker and spreading his legs.

“Not long,” Nesta shrugged, her lips still tingling from his intense kiss. “I’m your biggest fan, so I was willing to wait a while for you.”

He smirked. “My biggest fan, huh? What else are you willing to do for me?”

Nesta hummed, then went to her knees between his spread thighs. “If you take your pants off I can show you.”

Cassian grinned, standing up to his full height so he towered above her. “I’ve already worked so hard today - how about you put in a little work and show me how much my biggest fan truly appreciates me.”

Grinning, Nesta reached up and undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. A considerable bulge had already formed between his thighs, and it only grew larger as her deft hands dragged Cassian’s skin tight pants down his legs. She took her time undressing him, letting her hands wander over the hard muscles in his quads and hamstrings and calves. He kicked his pants away when they bunched around his ankles.

“My, my,” Nesta murmured appreciatively, staring at the outline of his cock straining against his underwear. “What a big cock you have. I can’t wait to see it dripping for me.” She pressed a series of delicate kisses along his clothed cock, kissing up his shaft. Cassian’s abs and legs tensed in anticipation as Nesta’s mouth drew nearer and nearer to his tip.

“I can’t wait to see it stuffed down your throat,” he gritted, tearing off his shirt and tossing it by his discarded jeans. “You’ll do that for me, right? Take my fat cock down your throat? Prove to me that you really are my biggest fan?”

“Anything,” Nesta said, lightly sucking the fat head of him through his underwear. She tasted a bit of his salty precome and had to close her eyes as her desire nearly toppled her, Cassian’s deep groan reverberating through her entire body. Her center throbbed and Nesta felt wetness gathering in her underwear.

She was tired of teasing him. Yanking down his underwear, Nesta lightly pushed Cassian back so he sat down heavily on the wooden bench in front of his locker and spread his legs. She groaned. His cock was long and thick and heavy, leaning towards his stomach. Nesta took him in her small hand and gave him a few pumps.

“You did such a good job today,” Nesta said. “Let me show you what you deserve.” She dragged the flat of her tongue up from the base of his cock to his tip, then took his head into her mouth and sucked.

Cassian groaned as Nesta bobbed her head over his dick. A thrill went through her. She was really doing this. She had flirted and teased the most handsome man she had ever seen, whom she’d been lusting over for ages, and now she was sucking his cock with more determination than anything she’d ever done in her life. Nesta had reduced one of the strongest men she’d ever seen to his knees with a few licks of her tongue, and she’d never felt stronger in her life.

Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth - his was the largest cock she’d ever sucked, and she briefly wondered if she would have to eat her earlier words of proving she could handle someone as large as him. Nesta took half of his length in her mouth and sucked hard.

“Fuck Nesta, you’re so fucking good at this.” A large hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her down on his cock. “Just like that, I know you can take all of me.”

Eyes watering, Nesta relaxed her throat as much as she could as Cassian gently pressed her head down until her nose met the wiry curls between his legs. Breathing through her nose, she looked up at Cassian.

“You’re so fucking pretty right now,” he moaned, watching her struggle to keep his length within her throat. “Didn’t think seeing you cry while you take my cock would be so hot but fuck, it is.”

Nesta’s pussy throbbed at the praise. A few tears gathered in her eyelashes and she blinked up at Cassian, begging him for anything: to let her move her head, to continue praising her, to touch her, anything.

He seemed to understand how desperate she was. Guiding her off his length, Cassian pulled Nesta up and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue tangling with hers, Nesta relaxed in his arms and against his body. His big hands made quick work of her underwear and jean shorts before he trailed his fingers longingly over the rips and tears of her shirt.

“I really want to tear this off you - it’s already ripped, it’d take so little for me to destroy it.”

“Don’t you dare!” Nesta snapped. “I told you, this shirt is special to me!”

“I can get you a dozen just like it.”

“Are you going to argue with me about a shirt or are you going to fuck me?”

Cassian shrugged. “Have it your way.” Bending down, he grabbed Nesta under her ass and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the wall so her back was against the surface.

Nesta gasped. It was hot, his casual display of strength. She felt the tip of his cock brush her soaking folds and she shifted her hips, trying to bring him even closer to her.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Cassian hissed. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet?”

“And watching you play,” Nesta admitted, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

“You poor thing,” he crooned, shifting his arms so Nesta’s legs settled in the crook of his elbows, “you’re been a desperate, wet mess for hours, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Nesta gasped. “I’ve been so desperate for you! Please, fuck me!”

“So needy you’ll let me fuck your pussy raw, hm?” Cassian mumbled, leaning down to kiss her as he pushed his length into her tight cunt.

Nesta sighed, gripping Cassian’s huge biceps as he worked himself into her. She slumped down a bit against the wall, securely held by Cassian’s hands under her ass and his arms supporting her legs.

“How lucky I am, for my biggest fan to have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he said, withdrawing then pushing back into her. “Like you were made for me.”

She smirked at him. “Told you I could take it.”

Leaning her head against the wall, Nesta lost herself with the feel of Cassian’s big, strong body around her and his thick cock pistoning within her. He hit places she’d never felt before, and she knew she’d never be able to take anything except his glorious length.

The only sounds filling the locker room were their moans and the wet slap of his cock slamming into her pussy. Nesta felt herself getting even wetter the rougher he got. Reaching down, she furiously circled her clit.

“You feel so good,” Nesta gasped. “So perfect.”

“And you’re such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this,” Cassian groaned.

Nesta looked up at him with wide eyes. “Since I’m your biggest fan, I’ll let you come in me. Just for you.”

Cassian cursed. “You want me to come in you?”

“Yeah, want you to fill me up.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he moaned, thrusting so hard and deep inside her Nesta knew she’d be sore later. It was wonderful and everything she’d ever wanted.

“Cass, yes, right there!” She gave her clit one final brutal rub and she was coming, quaking in Cassian’s strong arms as he chased his own release.

“Fuck Nes,” Cassian groaned, emptying himself within her tight cunt. He gave her a few more weak thrusts before he stopped, resting his head in the hollow of her throat. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, he withdrew his cock from her body.

“I was worried you were actually going to destroy my shirt, you big oaf,” Nesta said as Cassian carefully set her down on shaky legs.

“I’d never destroy the first jersey I ever gave you,” he replied, gathering their clothes. “I know how much you love that thing.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Nesta said, leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you too. I don’t want to kink shame you, but when you asked me to roleplay with you as my biggest fan for some dirty locker room sex -“

“Oh, don’t say you weren’t into it right away!”

“I just thought it was a bit weird, considering my girlfriend should already be my biggest fan. Do you know the logistics I had to figure out to make sure we’d have the locker room to ourselves?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “This just means you have a pretty big leeway for what you want the next time we roleplay.”

“Oh I’ve already decided what I want. Maybe some sweaty post-workout sex, with leathers and chains, stuff like that.”

Nesta grinned. “I can’t wait.”

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #cassian acotar #acotar #my fics #my fic #rugby!cassian #rugby au #cassian is big and hot #and nesta is into it #who can blame her #a court of thorns and roses

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ml-nolan · 4 months

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OMG Gaultcienne 17 or 21 for the soft prompts, please?

YEEEES—Happy New Year, LFG!

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21. this is a very long hug now sort of hug

The prickle on the back of her neck tells Lucienne that there is a nightmare in the Library of the Dreaming. The sensation does not frighten her, not anymore, but it does deliver a feeling of unease. But nightmares need assistance in the library just as anyone else might, and one nightmare has been visiting more commonly as of late.

Lucienne navigates to a section of the library overshadowed by a towering cumulonimbus cloud. When she reaches the mouth of the row, sure enough, Gault is there studying the spines.

"Can I help you find something, Gault?"

Gault start, a skinny lightning bolt shooting out toward Lucienne. Seamlessly, Lucienne dodges it. Nothing to take personally.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Gault says, face lighting up her stormy face with highlights of peach and lavender.

If a thunder cloud could be demure, if the spitting clouds of an atmospheric river could be sweet, this is how they would look. Lucienne tries to ignore the tightness in her chest at the sight.

"I am just looking for… well, you know…"

Lucienne does know. This is not Gault's first furtive visit to the Library in the past few months.

"Well then, you are in the wrong place for that. Come along."

Lucienne turns, not bothering to see if Gault is following. She can feel Gault behind her, as if she were being pursued by a malevolent sky entity. But she knows Gault cannot help that, cannot help the way her presence brings a sense of cosmic foreboding, so she is not afraid.

They cross to the section where the more recently created children's stories are kept. Many of the centuries-old ones are warnings, meant to keep children from drowning, or trusting strangers, or drawing too close to wild animals. It is only recently that stories have been built to entertain and comfort young humans. After weeks of coaxing, like trying to draw a suspicious animal from its den, this is what Gault now trusts Lucienne to find for her.

Lucienne guides her to a row packed with 20th century fairy tales, and a smile like the moon glowing through a misty sky graces Gault's lovely face. Then she quickly sobers, frozen in place. Knowing she is not yet ready to choose one herself, Lucienne makes a selection. It tells stories of bright sunny days, of fluffy white clouds that smile down upon picnics and adventures in wide open meadows.

Gault takes it in her hands as if it were a box of precious stones.

"You will not tell Lord Morpheus about this, will you?" she murmurs, as she always does.

If she is asked specifically, Lucienne must tell the truth. However, Morpheus never shows much curiosity about his subjects unless something is very wrong in his domain.

"I will not mention it to him," she says.

Suddenly strong arms are flung around her, and Lucienne is swept into a whirlwind of a hug. The longer it lasts, the more the smell of rain on newly turned soil, of ozone from a fading cloudburst, permeates her senses. After a few seconds, she gives in, raising her own arms to return the embrace. The last time she was enveloped by clouds she had wings and feathers.

It is not an unpleasant feeling, and not one that she wants to end too quickly.

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Comes from these Soft Prompts. My inbox is open if anyone wants to hop in with asks for Sandman, The Magnus Archives, or Malevolent ships (or any of my OCs).

#Gaulcienne #Lucienne the Librarian #Gault the Sandman #the sandman netflix #Lucienne didn't realize how much she needed a damn hug #Gault wants a teddy bear's picnic #who can blame her #Gaultcienne #Gault x Lucienne #Kick's fics

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stardust948 · 1 year

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This was too funny I had to share 🤣

#my mom is a bitter zutaraian #who can blame her #atla #zutara #irl #anti bryke #anti kataang #anti maiko

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 10 months

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so i was out with my sister the other day, we went out to buy some things to decorate my room for when i move into my new place, and we were talking about albums we've been really into recently, and then out of the blue in the middle of a vintage shop my sister just goes 'oh hey - i didn't know those shadow puppet guys you like dated' and i nearly DROP the lamp i'm holding and say 'what?' and basically it turns out this video compilation of them turned up on her insta feed and she just assumed they were together 😭 (she also said that she had to stop watching it before it ended because she was in a cafe beside a very nice elderly lady at the time, and what miles and alex were doing was, in her words, 'basically soft p*rn' 😭) and i just - yeah. i felt like you needed to hear that story. personally, i'm still processing 😅

#this wasn’t actually the other day it was like #last month i think #but i’ve been going through my drafts this afternoon and felt like this needed to see the light of day #because seriously #if this doesn’t say it all idk what does #she genuinely didn’t believe me when i said they both had girlfriends #and really #who can blame her #half the stuff they did onstage during eycte was more like foreplay than singing #milex #alex turner #miles kane #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #lulu posts

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bigassbowlingballhead · 4 months

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I need you to know that Taylor and Nick met up socially while Nick was in LA and Taylor met Nick's sister and now she follows him on Instagram. Wholesome Taynick content for you.🥰

I did see that Lexie had started following Taylor recently!

That’s sweet

#she wants him in the family so bad #who can blame her #box talk

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years

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Semper Meus

Part 61

Scotty

To see Leonard with Jocelyn gave him mixed feelings. One one hand, she was a gorgeous lass and he himself was nothing compared to her. He didn’t have the looks or the money. He didn’t even have his own house. But, on the other hand, the look on Leonard’s face in the picture, told a different story than the one on Jocelyn’s. One could see how uncomfortable he felt. Never before had Scotty seen his love like this when they were together.

‘I guess… he really is happier with me.’

A smile crossed his face as he packed the last things into his suitcase.

“Are ye ready, mo gràdh?”

McCoy sighed slightly as he closed his own suitcase.

“Not in the slightest bit,” he chuckled. Then he grabbed Scotty and pulled him in for a kiss.

“But I’ll get through it. With you by my side.”

One last kiss and they got going.

“Oh hello boys! It’s so nice to see you,” Mrs. Roylan greeted them when they stood in front of her door. She pressed a peck on both their cheeks, smiling brightly.

“Hello Mrs. Roylan. It’s nice to see ye too,” Scotty greeted her back and Leonard nodded in agreement.

“Come on in. Your sister is already here, Leonard. She’s getting the ballroom decorated with the help of that nice young gentleman. Your nephew, isn’t he, Scotty?”

“Aye, he is.”

Scotty really hoped that Chris was able to control his urge to ask questions. He didn’t want his sister-in-law to get annoyed on the day before the wedding.

The men got in and looked around. The house wouldn’t really need decorations. It was beautiful just the way it was.

“Where can we place the luggage?” Scotty asked politely and Mrs. Roylan pointed upstairs.

“There are two rooms for you. I already got them ready with the help of my neighbor. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Mrs. Roylan got moving and Leonard and Scotty exhanged a glance.

“Two rooms? Thank you, but… one would be enough.”

Their gracious host turned on her heels. Her face expressed shock and disbelief at Leonard’s comment.

“Nonsense! No sleeping in the same room the night before the wedding,” she admonished them with a raised finger.

Leonard chuckled.

“Right, right. I’m sorry.”

Well… Mrs. Roylan was a woman who appreciated traditions. That was for sure.

In the evening everyone had arrived. The McCoys, Mrs. Scott and Robbie. Keenser and Jim were there too. After all, they were the best men.

Leonard got up from where he was sitting and the group went silent.

“Thank you all for coming.” He turned to Mrs. Roylan. “And thanks to this wonderful lady for letting us stay at her mansion.”

Mrs. Roylan chuckled and blushed.

“Oh, it is nothing. At least this way I get to see my son in the middle of the week.”

Everyone laughed.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Leonard eventually admitted and Leah just shrugged.

“How about you don’t then. We can’t wait to try all this delicious looking food.”

“Leah!” Eleanor scolded her daughter softly.

“I guess…”

Scotty got up too and placed a hand on his love’s arm.

“What my fiancé is trying to say is… that we are so happy that ye’re all here. A few months ago neither of us would have dreamt of this happening. And now… we are here. We love ye all so much. Parents, brothers and sisters, friends… ye are everything to us. So let’s enjoy this dinner.”

When Scotty finished he looked up at Leonard.

“Right?”

Leonard nodded slowly.

“Right. That’s… just what I wanted to say.”

Scotty smiled at him.

“Well then… let’s eat!”

Part 62

McCoy

McCoy lay awake in the room Mrs. Roylan had set aside for him. Scotty was a few doors down in another room. A small smile crossed his face at Mrs. Roylan’s traditional views. He rolled over. He missed Scotty next to him. It was a very rare evening when they didn’t fall asleep wrapped around each other and he missed the comforting feel of Scotty in his arms.

Besides missing his almost husband, his mind was racing. He should be tired from all the set up and preparation they had done that afternoon and evening, yet he kept wondering if they had missed anything. Of course it didn’t matter; he had told Scotty that morning that he would marry him no matter what. And he would.

His mind turned to thinking how the next day would go. His pulse increased. He tapped his phone for the time. In less than twelve hours they’d be married. A full smile crossed his face. He’d never thought he’d get to be this happy and here he was. What a chance it had been the day they had met.

Leah would be back first in the morning; then probably Jim and Keenser, most likely followed by Sulu. Their families and other friends wouldn’t begin to show up until a bit before the wedding.

He needed to sleep. He shifted around until he got comfortable again. McCoy breathed in and out slowly and tried to let his mind relax. He closed his eyes and saw Scotty’s radiant smile.

A quiet knock on the door came after he’d gotten up. He quickly crossed over to the door and opened it.

“Good morning Leonard,” Mrs. Roylan said.

She was carrying a tray and made her way into the room past him.

“Morning. What’s that?”

“Brought you breakfast dear.”

“Mrs. Roylan… I was just getting ready to come down—”

“Nonsense! And see Scotty before it was time? My word, that might be bad luck Leonard.” Mrs. Roylan smiled at him after lifting the cover from the tray. She had set it on the small table in the room.

“I…,” he sighed. “Ok. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” He gestured at the tray.

“Oh I wanted to, don’t you worry. Now you eat up. I’ve got another tray to get down to Scotty.”

With that Mrs. Roylan left the room and closed the door behind her.

With another sigh he sat down to eat the breakfast. He picked up his phone as he chewed and sent a message off to Scotty asking how his breakfast was.

The next time a knock came on the door was after he had showered in the room’s attached bathroom. He had pulled on a robe.

“You up Lenny Boy?” he heard Leah call through the door.

“Yes,” he grumped at her as he opened the door.

“How you doing?” Leah asked, entering and closing the door.

“Going a bit stir crazy,” he answered. He rubbed his towel through his hair. “You look nice.”

“Thanks. My dress is in the next room. Didn’t want to get it on quite yet, in case there were any little things we forgot.”

“Lee, I did thank you for all this help, right? Because you’ve been amazing. And we really appreciate it.” McCoy looked seriously at his sister. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome Leo,” Leah replied.

She glanced around the room. Her eyes stopped on the suit hanging up. She moved to it and opened the jacket slightly.

“This actually looks really good with the tartan.”

“I hope Scotty likes it,” McCoy said. He had shrugged off the robe after pulling on his pajama bottoms again. Now he was pulling an undershirt on.

“I’m sure he’ll love it,” Leah said turning back around to her brother.

She crossed over and hugged McCoy. He embraced her back quickly.

“You two sure are lucky you found each other,” she said.

“You’ll find someone too,” McCoy said. “Maybe it’ll even be that Jacob and you can rub it in my face.”

Leah laughed as she pushed her brother back.

“I’m going down to check on a few last things. Holler if you need anything.” With that Leah left the room.

#star trek #montgomery scott #dr leonard mccoy #scones #au #semper meus #leah mccoy #mrs mccoy #dr mccoy senior #mrs scott #chris scott #mrs roylan #keenser #mrs roylan is a traditional lady #who can blame her

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lcpmon · 5 months

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i mean on that matter i saw it like this anyway

#WHY CLAY THO....#maybe she was into older men this whole time whos to say #who can blame her #gilly speaks

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softerhaze · 6 months

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oh, eliza brioche..........the woman that u are

#the closet is made of glass <3 who can blame her

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munadyke · 8 months

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one of my favorite parts of bottoms is that pj is so angsty the whole film and then she finally gets to make out with a girl and is like significantly calmer. I love dykes.

#like ok girl!#she just needed some pussy and you know what? who can blame her!#i am soooo excited to finally see the film again tonight its been so long i need to hang out with my lesbians #bottoms spoilers #bottoms 2023

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bietrofastimoff23 · 2 months

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spoilers, kfp4

I can say that Chameleon was not lying when she called herself a big fan of Tai Lung, because he is the only master to whom she allowed to demonstrate his skills and with whom she had a dialogue (she didn't give the others a chance, taking their kung fu even before they completely passed through the portal). She also sounds excited when she's about to apply Tai Lung's signature nerve punch. and this is not to mention the frequent use of his appearance.

She's really a big fan of his.

#[ Can we blame her? He has a long track record and is the only one who has mastered 1000 scrolls #And unlike others he was really famous #and decades later his name alone was terrifying to everyone #for a chameleon who wanted such success he could really be an example ]#tai lung #chameleon kfp #kfp #kfp4 #kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #my post

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 10 months

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I’m back from my coma to talk about Nimona again

Specifically these scenes

Because this is the moment where the similarities between Gloreth and Ambrosius’ stories end

At face value, these scenes seem incredibly similar

In both scenes, Gloreth and Ambrosius are watching terrified as their homes are burning down around them because of a “monster”

But that’s where the similarities stop

Because in the first scene, Gloreth decides to listen to everything that her community has told her

And in the second scene, Ambrosius has finally figured out that everything he’s been told since he was a kid is a lie

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finelythreadedsky · 30 days

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wait i think actually madeline miller's circe is the heir to margaret atwood's penelopiad, unintentionally, in the way it thematizes the impossibility of real solidarity among women.

bc it's such a major part of the penelopiad how penelope creates what she thinks is a real community, a sort of family, with these young women in her household only be to reminded and continue to reinforce that they are slaves over whom she (among others) holds the power of life and death. and penelope ultimately does not or cannot hold a lasting grudge against odysseus on their behalf. she aligns herself, or circumstances force her to align herself, with odysseus instead of with other women whose positions are even more dangerous than hers. the world they live in does not allow solidarity between women across lines of class and enslavement, and penelope is also complicit in maintaining that world and her place in it.

and then the thing i found so frustrating about circe was that at every turn miller forecloses the possibility of real connections between women-- but the thing in this world that prevents that is just, like, jealousy over men. and totally needlessly. the other nymphs are prettier. glaucus loves scylla and not circe. her mom never liked her. hermes doesn't really think she's hot. athena is a rival for odysseus' attention. and the book doesn't do anything with this, it's not due to structural power imbalances or a society built on enslavement or even how patriarchy pits women against each other (circe lives alone on an island outside of society that could be another writer's lesbian separatist utopia!), it's just that circe doesn't like other women and they don't like her. end of story.

much as i don't love what atwood does with helen, it does make sense in the context of the penelopiad! thematically and in terms of characterization. atwood's penelope has internalized this idea of what it means to be a good woman and, willingly or not, she's staked everything on being seen by men as a good woman. it makes sense that she's desperately trying to pull herself up or even just cling to what little she has by dragging other women down. she does to helen what she ultimately does to the maids. she's with and for odysseus, always, not helen, and not the maids. that's the kind of world she lives in, and while she likes to think that she's resisting it with a sort of radical female community, in the end she is its agent. even if she feels bad about it. she's here to tell a story about odysseus, not about the girls he killed.

#makes me think of how emily wilson translates φιλη Ευρυκλεια as 'the slave who loved her master' or something similiar #which is the same sort of characterization atwood gives eurycleia. an enslaved woman who puts her master above other slaves and other women #and on the one hand of course she does! that's how she survives! can you blame her?#she lives in a society that pushes her at every turn to betray her fellow enslaved women!#but on the other hand it's still sad and somehow you can blame her #mine #reception #retellings #i think i finally get the penelopiad now. after reading the novel twice and seeing the play three times.#long post

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