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[puretopia]

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[catscidr]

Ghost reader with dottore!!?!?

Ilysm

BOO haha gotem. did i get you ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, dottore is tired and maybe a little ooc, established relationship kinda? not proofread. for plot purposes pretend that sign language doesn't exist and or that neither dottore nor reader know it lmaosghfns includes: gn!reader, dottore, pantalone is mentioned at the end wc: 1,5k

Being a ghost had its perks. One, you could phase in and out of tangible objects at your own whim- made it infinitely easier to tease and annoy Dottore. It’s not like he could push you away if you were to poke his face repeatedly, anyways. 

Two, you had freakishly good night-vision. It lined up with the doctor’s schedule- since he always worked late into the hours of the night you could hang around him and, in turn, entertain yourself by wreaking havoc in his lab (havoc meaning knocking over an empty, plastic container when he wasn’t paying attention to you). 

However, being a ghost also utterly sucked ass sometimes. 

For one, you couldn’t speak. Occasionally you’ll let out a quiet, hushed noise of surprise whenever Dottore caught you off guard or threw something at you, but you couldn’t communicate with him properly. Your main mode of communication was, for the most part and for lack of better words, miming and charades. That in it of itself wasn’t too hard to do since you grew to become incredibly expressive during your time as a ghost, but it required Dottore to look at you (thank the Seven he could see you), which he, in petty revenge, would sometimes refuse to do. 

“Sweetheart, I’m busy. I’ve been busy for a while, and I need you to let me focus,” he says in a firm but calm tone, muffled by a dust mask. It would have sent shivers down your spine if you had one, but you don’t, so instead you roll your eyes at him, floating next to him to peek at what he was doing. 

Sparks flew and sharp, stinging sounds irritating your ghostly eardrums echoed through your body, but it wasn’t enough for you to give up on pestering him. 

It’s not like you could do much, anyways. 

Moving objects could take a lot out of you depending on their weight, volume and size. Pushing a pencil was easy enough, throwing one was just as effortless, but moving something like a desk was harder, considerably so. 

Despite his apparent dislike for you, Dottore enjoyed your company, more than others. Being around someone that wasn’t afraid of him, that treated him like a friend made his cold heart thaw. It’s something he would never admit with his words, too prideful and stubborn to voice out loud, but it didn’t mean that there weren’t any other ways for him to portray his love for you. 

You poked the large metal mechanism he was working on, a loud bonk echoing in the pristine lab. It drew him out of his thoughts, gloved fingers stiffening around the soldering iron he held. 

Nothing moved out of place, but the action was enough for him to peel his gaze away from the two pieces of metal he was soldering together to glare at your semitransparent, floating figure. He says your name with a quiet growl, the word rolling off his tongue in a silent threat. 

“If you keep distracting me, I’ll keep the lab’s curtains open and start working during the day.” he huffs, pushing his security goggles up to rest atop his head to rub his eyes. Dark circles decorated his eyes, the urge to go to sleep for hours at a time constantly present in the back of his mind. 

Your face contorts in an expression akin to one of betrayal, brows pinched together as you freeze in place, your pointer finger hovering just inches away from the machine. Quickly, you’re at Dottore’s side once again, a gust of cold air chilling his skin as a result of your proximity. He pays no mind to it, simply unfurling his sleeves to cover the goosebumps on his scarred forearms. 

You want to ask what he’s working on, what exactly this big chunk of iron and copper is doing in his lab. Why he has safety goggles and a dust mask instead of his usual crow mask, why he’s so much less receptive to your shenanigans than usual. While mulling over your questions, the Harbinger walks off, leaving you alone with your thoughts- but not for long. 

He comes back and takes a seat on the stepladder he was previously on, clicking his pen, slouching forward and leaning his chin on his free hand. You snap your attention back at him- your heart would flutter at the sight if you still had one. 

Dottore sat with his legs spread comfortably, crimson eyes unobscured by his mask, hair pulled back loosely with a few rogue strands falling over his face as he looked at you with his chin in his hand, twirling his pen absentmindedly. You wonder if ghosts are able to- 

“Have you ever tried to possess something?” 

The doctor’s question catches you off guard. You shake your head quickly, your attention definitely piqued. 

“...do you remember being able to possess anything?” he adds, his left brow raised. 

You shake your head again, this time after a slight pause as a sheepish expression adorns your features. Being a ghost meant you had a pretty bad memory, considering your lack of a brain and of, well, everything. You weren’t fortunate enough to have a good memory, being an entity made up purely of elemental energy. 

Your answer seemed to please Dottore as he writes down something on his notepad, scribbling quickly. If you remembered one thing, it’s that you knew you couldn’t read his handwriting purely for the fact that it was impossibly messy. Your brain wasn’t at fault, not this time. 

He looks back up at you. “Do you have an idea of how you could possess an object?” 

Again, you shake your head slowly after a short pause to think about his question. However, your face beams into a bright smile as you give him a thumbs up and a nod of your head. You point at yourself with your thumb, expression changing into something more boastful and confident. 

“You think you can do it?” he asks with the ghost of a smile, amused by your antics. His behaviour was definitely strange, but you paid no mind to it, just happy to see him smiling again since he didn’t seem to do it much nowadays. 

You gesture to yourself with both hands, pointing to your lower body that dissipated into nothingness, silently saying I’m a ghost, that’s what we’re supposed to do. 

He understands despite your lack of a voice and chuckles softly. 

Without another second to waste you float closer to the mass of metal Dottore was working on, analyzing and pondering what to do. Were you supposed to, like, chant something before going inside of it? Despite being an undead spirit, you had only used your ghostly powers to annoy Dottore. Possession wasn’t on the list. 

Figuring that you had nothing to lose, you try to phase yourself into the machine. Your ‘body’ felt like it suddenly weighed a ton and you felt cold, incredibly so. You didn’t know what you were seeing, eyesight blurred and blacked out around the corners as if you had glaucoma at the same time. It was dark inside of the lab, dark enough that your eyesight should be relatively normal. Caught up in your thoughts you fail to see Dottore rapidly taking notes as he looked up at his creation. 

Abruptly, you feel yourself getting ‘ejected’ from whatever state you were in. Your head spins and you hear a faint crash, though you don’t register it as being related to what you just experienced. 

Dottore calls out your name, the sound being much more pleasant to your ears than the previous loud noise despite his voice sounding just as rough. You blink repeatedly, focusing your gaze on him as he says your name again. 

“Are you okay?” he asks with furrowed brows, free hand raised up awkwardly in the air as if to hold your shoulder- forgetting that he can’t. You look at him and nod slowly, though your head felt impossibly tight, your body was readjusting to being so small in comparison to what you had just attempted to possess. 

He jots down something else as he observes your state. 

While he writes down whatever you take the opportunity to look around, noticing the hunk of metal now laid horizontally on the crushed tiles of the lab, dust settling in the cracks. You panic, hands flailing and gesturing at high speed, profusely apologizing to Dottore in your own way. 

He ignores your frazzled state and simply shrugs, expression back to being stern again since you seemed to be relatively okay. 

“I don’t care about the floor; you just successfully possessed a ruin guard. The state of my lab is the least of my worries,” he declares without taking his eyes off of his notepad. 

You stop your movements to look at him, then at what he had just called a ruin guard. If it used to be sitting upright and it was now on its side, then... 

“The banker’ll pay for the damages. We’ll have you practicing your ability to possess things. There’s room for improvement,” he says with a curl of his lips, looking up at you with a glint of mischievousness and something else you couldn’t put your transparent finger on. You nod happily, relieved to be able to make him grin again. 

If there’s anything you remembered, it was how much you loved to see the doctor smile. 

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[jasntodds]

Petrichor Chapter 1 Teaser

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)

Words: 1,291

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

A/N: I wanted to post a teaser because why not honestly lol so full chapter will out next Wednesday!! I hope you guys like this little bit!! If you wanna be tagged in this series, you can send me ask, comment, or click the link below to add yourself to the tag list!! 

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Jason’s been…touchy today. The two of you have always joked and played chicken with each other. You’re always the chicken. But, today, he’s very touchy and you don’t mind but you’re wondering why that is. What changed in the month you’ve been a part that Jason is suddenly touchy? And Jason knows he’s doing it. A part of him is doing it because it’s just you. He doesn’t have to worry about overstepping his best friend anymore. You can play this game the way Jason likes to play. A little more contact, make the game of chicken a little more thrilling. And the other part of him, wants to see where it’ll actually go. For real this time, despite everything.

“But I have won because this is comfortable.” You give him a large toothy grin and Jason does that crooked smile, where he’s almost biting his bottom lip, like he’s thinking something mischievous. And you swear he’s the prettiest person you've ever met.

Jason leans forward, plucking the book off the coffee table in front of the two of you. You watch him carefully over your phone. Jason lifts his legs up, yours still on top of his, and rests his feet on the coffee table before opening the book where he has a piece of paper as a book mark. The bruise on his jaw shines against the low light, moving with his jaw as he swallows. You find yourself thinking you like the way the bruises always look on his skin. He looks perfect even with the blacks and blues and purples and reds. But, the other part of you, hates that he’s covered in bruises. He never should be.

You sit all the way up and move closer to him, placing your fingers on his jaw. Jason’s heart stutters in his chest but he lets you finish. You turn his face so you can get a look at the bruises that hug his jaw and paint his opposite eye. Your touch is so gentle and tender, Jason isn’t sure if he’d ever get used to it. It’s been so long since he’s felt this, he almost wants to jump right out of his skin. But, he doesn’t dare move because despite his better judgement, he likes when you’re like this. It’s a side of you no one else ever really get to see and it makes him feel wanted.

 “What happened?” You ask softly.

Jason is like a graphite drawing, small details in colored pencil. Messy and decorated with shades of blues and purples. But beautiful and soft. Despite the messy smudges and the accidental hard edges and hand prints, he’s so beautiful. He is this beautiful graphite masterpiece that you think should be on display everywhere. There is an effortless about him and ease about him. He pays those purple and blue splotches no mind as the corner of his mouth quirks into his signature grin. He’s so unbothered and pretty. The graphite isn’t damaged or too messy, the smudges make him…him.

“Dickweed got a few lucky hits in.” Jason scoffs and there’s a tiny bit of arrogance that flashes across his eyes. “Got ‘em back though.” Jason wiggles his brows and you brush your thumb over the bruise on his jaw line before shaking your head.

“Of course you did.” You laugh softly, pulling your hand away and Jason just almost grabs your hand back.

You knew you missed him. That was obvious every single day. A coldness came over like the first cold front of the winter. Expected but disappointing anyway. You didn’t know you missed this much. You had no idea you gave him this part of yourself and he took it back to Gotham with him. You think of the Iron Giant, how when he blew up and parts of himself went everywhere, his parts echoed, finding home. You think that’s how your heart is with him. He has a part of it, maybe without even knowing, and your heart beats and aches until you’re with him. You never realized that’s what the pain was until now, now that’s it gone.

You, instead of going back to his face, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you. The hug catches him off guard, you hug him but there’s usually some bigger reason behind it. Deathstroke, almost dying twice, leaving, meeting again. There’s usually something bigger there but Jason doesn’t get the sense that’s what this hug is for. So, he reaches up and hugs you back.

You scare him. Jason Todd is not supposed to be scared of anything and lately fear has been taking over his life. And he’s scared of you, but not in that petrifying and paralyzing way that’ll get him killed one day. He’s scared because you’ve been here before and he backed out. He pushed and ran and then you ran. You’re runners and pushers, it’s embedded so tightly through your DNA, Jason doesn’t think anything would ever stop either of you. And he’s so scared to let himself exist with you in the way he so desperately wants to. He could never handle you leaving him and he couldn’t handle hurting you. So, he pulls away, not too far, but enough to look at you.

“What’s up?” Jason asks, his eyes darting over your face and his expression is careful, desperate not to give away the ache of his chest.

You shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “Can’t hug you?”

“Always got a reason.” The corner of his mouth twitches up but it’s sad. If someone hugs him, even you, there’s usually a reason.

”I just missed you.” You shrug your shoulders with ease.

Jason can feel the heat creeping onto his face. “You’ve said like six fucking times today.” Jason lets out this laugh that you swear is better than any sound you’ve ever heard before. “I knew you wanted me, but fuck.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You let out a groan but you can’t get the smile to fall from your face. “Want you.” You scoff. “You’re the one who wants me.” 

The smirk dances across Jason’s face. “Babe, if I wanted you, I’d have you.”

“Yeah, okay.” You roll your eyes. “Like to see you fucking try, Jay.” You taunt and there’s nothing hold you back from it now. You aren’t a Titan right now. There’s no Gar or Rose. It’s literally just the two of you for the first time since you’ve known each other. And you see Jason pause and you’ve won. “Mhm, exactly. I win.” You hum triumphantly, leaning back against the arm of the couch and Jason doesn’t take losing gently.

If this is game you want to play, he’ll play ball. No one else is here anyway. Jason gets this darkness that crosses his eyes and you do is smile to yourself proudly, going back to looking at your phone. You’re positive, for once, he doesn’t have a come back. But, Jason sticks his finger in his book and stretches his right arm out, grabbing the collar of your hoodie and pulling you forward, bringing you an inch from his face.

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, your breath catches in the very back of your throat. You swear you can taste your heartbeat in your mouth. Your stomach flips upside down, your bones feel like they’re turning to jell-o. How the fuck does he do that? His eyes are forest green in the low light of the living room and you swears it’s your favorite color now. That specific shade of green that should be named after Jason, himself.

Jason’s eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, he’s doing it on purpose. Jason does everything with intention. Impulsive? Yes. But, he has a purpose for everything that he does. He’s careful even when he’s impulsive.

“Mhm, exactly.” Jason’s voice is low, mocking you.

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[impulsivecompliment]

Happiness.

Summary: As the commander of the survey corps you have a hard duty to fulfill but section commander Erwin Smith is always ready to give you some relief. (~3.500 words)

Warnings: romantic smut (mdni), fem!reader, oral sex (female receiving), petting (female receiving), shower sex, descriptions of sexual harassment (not erwin), descriptions of a (slight) mental breakdown

It was a sunny afternoon. A long line of people gathered in front of the ferry that headed into the interior of wall sina. Among the people waiting in the queue were you, Commander (Y/N) (N/N) and Section Commander Erwin Smith, who accompanied you as your assistant on your journey to the ruling district. Although the sultry summer heat boiled you two in your uniforms, you didn't even flinch an eyebrow.

After some time of waiting, you were still standing on the same spot, increasing your impatience, but your face didn’t reflect this discomfort. You knew too well that you had to control your feelings in order to be inscrutable – because those who are easy to see through will sooner or later be tore apart by their enemies. As the commander of the survey corps, you had enough opponents, like the government officials in Mitras, the wealthy nobles on their thrones or the disgruntled citizens – they all wanted to see you fail.

Nevertheless you didn't want to give up, which is why you wanted to work on your trip to wall sina. You've knew from a reliable source that the wealthy nobleman Anton Veidt was a passenger on the ferry. You didn't want to miss this potential investor, as he was able to secure the future of the survey corps at least for the next few years.

Fortunately, the wait ended after some time, so the two of you finally were able to settle in your room. The trip would last the night, which is why it was essential to book a room, but since the scouting legions tight budget didn't allow vast expenses, you booked a shared room with separate beds with Erwin’s consent.

After he left the room, you prepared for the meeting with Veigt. You put on a dark velvet dress that covered all provocative spots and yet presented your body perfectly. Your matching black heels completed your outfit. You seemed effortless and elegant, a combination that only you could master.

With confident steps you strolled around the deck, where the guests placed their champagne glasses on the high side tables until you discovered a tall man with some grey strands in his black hair, sipping on his drink. Immediately you walked over to him in order to start a conversation.

“Lord Veidt.“, you greeted the nobleman with a gentle smile that so seldom left your lips.

“Commander (Y/N), to what do I owe the honor?“, he asked, stroking his lips, without turning his lustful gaze away from the beautiful woman in front of him.

“A happy coincidence.“, you lied skilfully, even though you exactly knew that he was going to be on this ferry today.

“Well, you know, I don’t believe in coincidences.“, Anton Veidt replied with a slight smile.

His brown eyes inspected your naked cleavage, only decorated by your green bolo-tie.

“In that case you can interpret it as a twist of fate.“, you countered, holding your hand towards him, on which he placed a kiss.

“I'd love to believe in that.“, said the Lord, leaning closer to you, “What do you believe in?"

This was your chance to turn the talk into a conversation about the survey corps.

“In the victory of mankind, of course. After all, I’m the commander of the survey corps."

While you tried to get the Lords support, Erwin watched the scene in distance, leaning on the railing. He didn't like the desire with which the Lord stared at your lips and body. Mentally, the noble man took your clothing off piece by piece.

Angrily, Erwin furrowed his eyebrows. You weren't an object to satisfy lust and you were more than a pretty face. You were a clever, strong woman, fearlessly leading the corps, but this man saw in you only a pleasure for the night. Erwin had no doubt about that.

Suddenly, the Lord grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him as he rubbed his erection against your body. Erwin wanted to stop him, but before he could reach the Lord, you punched Anton Veidt between his legs and twisted his wrist to escape from his grip.

Shaking your head, you ran to your beloved section commander.

“Fucking bastard.“, you cursed as you walked to Erwin.

“Are you all right?“, he asked you, grabbing your shoulder to stop you from leaving without answering him.

“Yes, I’m fine, I just need a moment.“, you waved him off without further ado.

You then strolled to the railing, where you exhumed relieved. Your hands trembled because of the experience, you felt dirty. Powerless, your hands gripped the iron railing, looking for support. You were sick of being treated like a piece of dirt without the right to express your feelings. After all, you had to stay strong for your comrades, because if you broke down, so did the whole legion.

Suddenly, you felt a soft fabric land on your shoulders, alerting you, but when you realized it was Erwin’s grey jacket, you relaxed again. You were grateful for that kind gesture, not because you were cold, but because you felt exposed. His special smell and the reflection of the setting sun in the river water calmed you instantly.

“Being able to watch the sun set in the water is captivating.“, you stated, looking at the shining water beneath you, “Because of the sunlight, the water looks like liquid gold, don’t you think?"

With a mild glance Erwin looked at your (e/c) eyes, which shone fabulously in the incoming sunlight. He could spend an eternity exploring the different facets of your eye color.

“Yes that’s true, it shines like pure gold.“, he confirmed without turning his gaze away from you.

Because of the intensity of his deep blue eyes you stopped breathing for a second. No one was able to confuse you, but this man turned all your emotions upside down.

“Imagine it was real gold. Then we could just collect it and sell it.“, you laughed shaking your head. Your laughter had a desperate note.

“That would indeed be favorable.", he remarked, removing a (h/c) strand from your face that covered his beloved (e/c) eyes. Erwin accidentally stroked your cheek with his fingertips, causing it to turn red.

“...then you wouldn’t need to do business with corrupt nobles anymore.“, he said with a soft sigh.

“Yes, that would make my work much simpler.“ You cleared your throat, coming to your senses, “But after all, I am the commander, so I must fulfill my duty."

A small smile appeared on his mouth.

“That is very exemplary, ma'am.“ he said, pulling the corner of his mouth further up, whereupon you hit him in the side with your elbow.

“Stop teasing me, you know how much I hate these formalities.“, you countered with a grin, knowing that he was just trying to distract you.

At night, you two returned to the room after a quiet evening at the on-board restaurant. Exhausted you sat on the edge of your bed while Erwin prepared his uniform for the next morning.

“I’m so tired.“, you announced timidly with limp shoulders.

You didn’t know why you confessed to him. Maybe it was because he was the only one you trusted or because of the glasses of white wine that have been served for dinner.

“Sometimes I wonder when this hell will end. I try to help people, but in return they try to stop me.“, you explained, rubbing your left eye.

Immediately Erwin devoted his full attention to you and sat down next to the woman he so adored. He appreciated every personal conversation he had with you because he truly loved the person concealed by the cold title of the commander.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t complain.“, you apologized when you realized what statement had left your mouth. Although you knew that Erwin wouldn't condemn you for your words, he was still your subordinate.

“I have chosen this path for me and I can't escape it.“, you added.

Erwin gently grabbed your hand. Your hands have killed numerous Titans, but in the palm of his hand your fingers looked delicate. Besides, he longed for the warmth emanating from them.

“You're human (Y/N) and you have the right to feel”... Erwin explained lovingly squeezing your hand, “...so tell me, what do you feel?"

Silently you gazed at his shimmering blue eyes, which radiated security despite the cool colour. Your fingers clung tighter to his hand.

“The truth is that I don’t feel anything at all, Erwin."

Your tender voice trembled a little, but you didn't allow yourself to cry.

“I don’t feel joy when a mission succeeds and I don’t feel sad when someone dies. Everything in me became dull at a certain point."

You exhaled heavily.

“I’m cold, as people say."

After this statement, Erwin’s hands moved up to your cheeks, cupping them. Stunned you tried to see the reasons for this gesture in his face, but his eyes gazed at your soft lips in front of him.

Before you could put Erwin in his place, his mouth crossed the little distance between your lips. He kissed you with caution and intransigence, as if he could live only thanks to your breath. His lips touched yours again and again until you capitulated before your feelings for him and returned his kiss.

“And now”... he breathed into the kiss, “...do you feel something now?"

Quietly you stared at his wet lips as your heart collapsed in your chest. You felt in his presence. Although you couldn’t name this warm feeling, you knew deep down that it was love.

Without replying, you put your arms around his neck and embraced him, causing your lips to collide again. It didn't take long for the kiss to evolve. Before you could realise it, your tongues were already playing with each other. Erwin’s hands found their way to your waistline, while you buried your fingers in his hair, in hope to resist his beguiling taste.

“Erwin, I...", you muttered without opening your eyes, fearing that it was all a dream.

Your fingertips crossed his distinctive chin line. Because of your tenderness, his heart got filled with warmth.

He immediately took your hands and kissed each finger lovingly.

“I know, you don’t have to tell me.“, he replied understandingly, knowing how hard it was for you to say these things.

Nevertheless you wanted to confess your love to him, putting your lips back on his lips. Overrun by the intensity of the kiss, Erwin climbed on top of you and pressed your body against the mattress. In contrast to his large stature, you appeared small, even fragile, although you embodied strength itself.

You wrapped your hands around his back and gripped tightly into the fabric of his white dress shirt. Without breaking the hot kiss apart, his fingers stroked your bare leg. He stopped just before the hem of your dress.

“Are you sure?“, Erwin asked as he inspected your facial features.

There were some things you doubted, but you knew without a doubt that you wanted to share this experience with him.

“I want you, Erwin.“, you admitted gasping, “More than anything else."

As if that was the response he was waiting for, his fingers wandered under your dress along your thigh. Arriving at your hipbones, he pulled at your panties. Erwin would have loved to see how your underwear covered your most intimate area, but he just couldn’t break away from your sweet lips. The only moments he could seperate his mouth from yours were when he had to gasp for air.

“How could I ever get enough of you...” Erwin murmured. Actually, he didn't intend to ask the question aloud, but his self-control was long gone.

Then his hand slipped into your panties. The heat radiating from your center attracted his fingers like a magnet. When he touched your sensitive spot, you moaned breathlessly and furrowed your eyebrows. Slowly, he began to circle around your clit, watching intrigued your erotic facial expressions.

His seemingly cold-hearted commander made satisfied sounds because of his touches, which sounded like a forbidden melody in his ears. To increase your pleasure, he slipped a finger into you. Because of the heat awaiting him there, he let out an excited moan. After a few strokes, he added a second finger.

“What are you doing to me...”, you asked as you felt the pleasure building up in your stomach.

While he spread your walls with his fingers, you unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his torso. Your breath faded when you saw his beautiful muscles. You weren't prepared for the perfection awaiting you.

In awe your fingers traced his body contours, causing Erwin to go wilder with his fingers in your middle. The countless moans that tumbled over your lips were almost ecstatic. Hoping to mute the indecent sounds, you pressed your mouth against his collarbone. With your teeth, you left a trail of love bites along his chest, which drove Erwin into sheer madness.

You stopped teasing him with your lips when the knot in your stomach suddenly exploded and you fell back onto the sheets, overwhelmed by the euphoria. After you gradually came down from your high, Erwin pulled his fingers out of your middle and led them to his mouth.

Fascinated, he looked at his shiny fingers before tasting your wetness. At the sight of the arousal with which he licked his fingers clean, your legs became soft.

“Erwin!“, you moaned either out of protest or excitement, you didn’t know yourself.

“You taste heavenly”... he admitted breathless, whereupon he moved his face to your center to taste even more of your aroma.

Humming, he licked over your entrance a few times until he shoved his tongue into you. Momentarily, he turned into a starved animal. His tongue movements in you were hectic and intense. Within a short time, the tingling sensation returned to your abdomen. You felt how it spread in your veins throughout your whole body. Despite the insane, almost unberable feeling of pleasure you were experiencing, you bent your back so that Erwin could have better access to your sensitive middle. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, his fingers started to stimulate your clit. You couldn’t take it any second longer and came with a loud whine.

Satisfied, Erwin leaned back. Silently he watched you breathing heavily between the white sheets. Your glowing eyes were closed, your hair was damp with sweat and your legs were still twitching a little from the fading orgasm. At that moment, you seemed vulnerable, a sight he believed to never see and made his heart beat faster.

As you tried to come back to your senes, he gently pulled down the shoulderstraps to finally free you from your dress. Even though it suited you perfectly, Erwin couldn’t wait to see you bare. After the dress landed on the floor, he loosened your bra to take a look at your breasts. It seemed unfair to him to look at your naked form while he was still half clothed, but Erwin was too captivated by your beauty to correct this injustice, so you took the initiative instead.

“You can’t just keep me waiting.“, you smiled with a mischievous undertone in your voice.

Then you dragged him into a breathless tongue kiss with one hand around his neck, while your other hand wandered to his shaft. You stroked over his growing erection a few times until you finally unbuckeld his belt.

The moment Erwin felt your fingers touch his member, the last restrain in him faded. Hungrily he pushed you back into the mattress and took off his pants and boxers. Slowly he positioned himself above you. His tip teased your entrance.

“I love you, (Y/N).“, he whispered, before leaving a gentle kiss on your earlobe.

“I love you too, Erwin.“, you replied, hugging him.

After this confession, he gently thrusted into you. The small prick that ran through your body due to his incredible size, was replaced with lust by Erwin sucking on your sweet spot.

When he felt your walls gradually relax around his length, he began to move in you at a bearable pace. Your center was so hot that he could have come on the spot, but he didn’t want to end the night just yet.

Captured by your beauty, he covered your skin with his burning kisses, which further increased the heat in your abdomen. With your hips, you tried to meet his pace.

“You feel so good... so incredibly good...”, you enthused, wrapping your legs around his hips so he could enter you even deeper.

Your belly felt full, the sensation growing with each stroke. Although you tried hard to delay your next climax, you came to your high with an exuberant wave of lust. Deapretaley you hold onto his chest while you helplessly moaned his name. These devastating sounds combined with the way your walls sucked in his member, blessed Erwin with his long-awaited orgasm.

At the last minute, he was able to pull out his length, covering the skin of your abdomen with his hot semen. The two of you stared at each other’s eyes speechlessly while trying to keep your raging hearts in your chests.

“Erwin, I... I...”

Again you couldn’t find the right words that would explain the cozy warmth inside you.

“...I don’t know what to say. It was too good to be true."

Touched by your words, Erwin stroked your hair and placed a small kiss on your blushing cheek.

“Then I will prove to you that this is not a dream.“, he said temptingly.

Before you could decipher the meaning of his words, Erwin grabbed your hips and lifted you up. Immediately you grabbed his back, looking for support. Accompanied by a sweet kiss, he carried you into the bathroom and into the shower.

Once there, he put you down and turned up the water, which covered you both with a pleasant freshness. Lovingly Erwin washed your sweaty body, while you watched him leaning against the shower wall.

Is this happiness?

You asked yourself this question as he stroked your breasts with a sponge. Erwin took care of you, accepted your weaknesses and treated you like a human, he treated you like a woman deserves to be treated. The two of you have known each other for a long time, the tension between you was unmistakable and yet you have never taken the next step.

“What are you thinking about?“, Erwin asked when he saw you brooding.

You looked at him shyly. The water made his wellshaped muscles shine. Besides, his blonde hair had been soaked beautifully.

“About my happiness.“, you smiled, combing a few strands of hair on his forehead to the side.

“And to what conclusion have you come?“ he continued to ask, while cleaning your belly.

“That I only need you for my happiness.“, you replied with a wide smile, whereupon Erwin halted for a split second.

Did you really just say that?

He was able to make the woman he loved and coveted the most happy. There was no greater satisfaction for him.

Suddenly he grabbed your waist and pushed you up the shower wall. Speechless you opened your mouth when you noticed how he slowly let you slide down on his cock. Although you were already tired, you welcomed his awakened lust.

“You’re an angel.“, Erwin enthused as he entered you.

You gasped for air in hope to withstand the incoming stretching. After he filled you out completely, he started to pound into you with fast, hard thursts.

After a short time, your head became heavy with pleasure. You couldn’t hear the jet of water or your moans, because the only thing you focused on were the immense bursts of passion that spread through your body.

When Erwin hit the sensitive spot inside you, you almost choked on your own breath, but before you could lose your sanity, Erwin pressed his lips into yours. After a few more hectic moves, you both came at the same time. You groaned loudly into the kiss, causing Erwin to lose his mind. He persistently pushed you against the shower wall, to make sure to close every small gap between your bodies.

Skin to skin, lips to lips, forehead to forehead. That night, you and Erwin truly became a unit.

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[sherlockruiningmylife]

I think that at the moment I could come up with a merthur fic idea for just about any song. Every song I listen to at the moment becomes merthur coded to me.

Anyway though, I say this because I've got 2 songs currently stuck in my head as fics. The first is called Empress by Morningsiders.

For this song I imagine a modern day, maybe university au. Where Merlin and Arthur have been friends forever growing up and they room together at university, sharing an apartment. They go out on the weekends together, with regular friend dates at coffeeshops or movie theaters. They even go shopping for home decor much to Arthur's dismay. Throughout Arthur dates Gwen for a while, it started in high school, but eventually they meet Lancelot. Arthur and Gwen try so hard to make it work between them but they both know something is off, they just can't understand what.

When Arthur sees Gwen talking to Lancelot he realizes that he didn't really know what love was meant to look like. He loves Gwen, no question, but it's not that all consuming romantic soul bearing love that it should be. And its not the easy effortless love that it should be either. It's more of a love between friends. And he sees that, if he just let go, Gwen could find that with someone else, possibly Lancelot.

As Arthur comes to terms with the fact that he doesn't know how to love Gwen the way she deserves, Merlin pines over Arthur and slowly starts to pull away from him. It comes to a point, while Arthur and Gwen are still together, that Merlin realizes he's just hurting himself staying roommates with Arthur. He decides that he is going to move out. While Arthur is out on a date, Merlin packs a bag and goes to Gwaine's place to crash on his couch.

Arthur is out late on his date with Gwen. He had been nervous before the date like he hadn't been in ages. They go to dinner and chat as old friends would and it solidifies to Arthur that whatever passion they had, if they had any, is now gone. There is no animosity between them which makes it that much harder to tell Gwen why they should break up. Gwen, much to his surprise seems to understand. She looks at him sympathetically and wonders aloud why it took them this long, the signs had been there for at least a year. Arthur agrees, nodding along, until Gwen says something that stops him in his tracks.

"Have you told Merlin yet?"

Arthur puzzles and responds, "Er, no, why would I. This is our business not his, of course I'll tell him later that we've separated but no not yet."

"Oh." Gwen seems genuinely confused, "I didn't mean about breaking this off. I meant have you told Merlin about your feelings yet?"

Arthur continues to not understand and says so in as many words. Gwen sighs and mutters something about men and their emotional intelligence. Then she takes Arthur's hand and explains how she knew this was coming soon. That she had realized and tried to ignore for quite sometime that what Merlin and Arthur had was more of a relationship than the two of them had ever had. As she lays out all her observations, Arthur realizes she is right. That's what was missing, it was Merlin.

He stands up quickly from the table and drops a few bills to pay before saying goodbye as he runs out the door. When he makes it back home he hesitates, half hoping Merlin will just be asleep so that he doesn't have to admit his feelings just yet. But also wanting to see him, and hug him, kiss him even as he professes his newly realized feelings.

When he works up the courage to go inside, the place is silent. All lights are off and there isn't a single sound. Arthur calls out and there is no response so he knocks on Merlin's door. Opening it slightly he sees a neat, tidy, and more importantly empty bed.

Maybe Merlin is just out with some of their friends, Arthur rationalizes, he'll be back soon. So Arthur sits up for a couple hours waiting, but he grows restless. He'd already texted Merlin asking where he was at but didn't get a response, so now he tries texting both Gwaine and Lancelot.

To his surprise, Gwaine calls him immediately.

"Gwaine! Have you seen Merlin, he's not home and isn't responding to my texts and I'm a bit worried."

"What did you do this time princess?" Gwaine responds.

"Nothing! I swear, I was out on a date with Gwen is all and came back and Merlin's not here!"

"Ah."

"What? What does that mean, Gwaine, please tell me if you know where he is."

"He's at my place, crashing on the couch," Arthur hears an affronted yell in the background from Merlin, trying to get the phone away from Gwaine, Gwaine obviously gets the upper hand as he gets back on the line, "he wouldn't tell me what was going on so I just assumed you'd had some sort of tiff. But I see now why Merlin was sulking."

Arthur didn't really know what to make of whatever Gwaine seemed to be implying so he just said, "I'll be there soon." And hung up.

Arthur rushes over to Gwaine's and the man let him in. Merlin looks affronted at Arthur and complains that Arthur just has to go around rubbing it in, Arthur looks on confused. They wind up in a heated argument before Arthur finally breaks and admits, "I broke up with Gwen."

"What! You idiot, why would you!?"

"Because Merlin, I finally admitted to myself that we were holding each other back, and what's more she helped me realize how much of a complete and utter fool I've been."

"I'm not following you Arthur?"

"I-I, she helped me realize, that I'm in love with someone else, have been for a long time."

Merlin begins to shut down, angry at Arthur for telling him this, but then Arthur stops him and says, "she helped me realize what I've taken for granted, every coffee date and movie night, and cooking together in the kitchen. That love I've been trying to create had been right in front of me and I was a fool for, for loving her over... you."

#anyway #that last line is the line from the song #lmk if you want to see my other song inspiration merthur fic idea #or if you want me to actually write this out into a full fledged fic #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #fanfiction #my writing #merlin fanfic #merlin bbc #merthur fanfic #empress morningsiders

[theblogtini]

To add to the points about her fascination with Catherine. - I also think she bought into the whole "effertlessness" of Catherine's persona. As in, Catherine makes it all seem effeortless, like it's easy and second nature. To look nice and presentable. To manage her kids and work. To make it seem like she doesn't work too hard because she also has a life outside of the royal box which seems very fulfilling.

Those of us with an iota of brain know that it's probably far from effortless and easy. But it seems so because of the kind of person Catherine is - someone with intwrgrity and passion and who gives a part of her heart to the work she does. She genuinely cares about presenting the monarchy in a good light. She genuinely cares about how keeping her family close so she outs in the efforts and in turn they all say nice things about her.

To Meghan, who only sees the end result it seems like it's all about making people say nice things about her. She doesn't understand what efforts to put in, or what being genuinely interested in someone, anyone or anything else actually means. Because she, you see, is also genuinely I yer sted in that someone else, but only in so far as what that someone would do for her and how they would make her look good.

That's why all her PR blah blah is always about how kind meghan is, how sweet, how caring, how humble, how friendly. Because she is putting in enough cunning and enough efforts to build a story with the end of telling everyone how awesome she is. That's it. That's all she sees.

So when someone else, or Catherine, makes it seems so easy, Meghan gets spitting mad. Meghan is constantly trying to appropriate the "cottage core" trope because she thinks that's why Catherine is famous and well liked. Without bothering about the fact that for Catherine it's not an aesthetic. It's just a way of life. That's how she is. That's how she was raised and built.

Meghan's authenticity lies in being a hardcore, ballbusting bitch. If she genuinely embraced that, she too might be finally accepted. But right now she wants us to accept her as what she desperately wants to be (not yet is). And we see that, we call her out for that. Harry sees the "potential" so he is still around. The rest of the world saw through the facade so is rejected. Catherine is rejected and insulted so as to erase the fact that she is OG.

YESSSS - she definitely strives for the "effortless" effect... but you can tell she's reaching for it a bit.

TBH I do really like Meghan's style (both in clothing and decor) and I like the kind of minimalist chicness that it has. Regardless of how much work it takes to achieve it, I just really like her style. It definitely has the air of "effortlessness" about it - but when you look closely there is nothing "effortless" about any of it because there's always SOMETHING ... the smile is a little too tight, the desk is just a liiiiiittle too artfully arranged, the sleeve cuffs rolled just a liiiittle too matchy-matchy. At first blush it all looks like "wow, look what she pulled together" but when you look a little deeper you can see the work that goes into it all.

By contrast - and I have NO IDEA how she (and her team) pull it off - but Catherine really does seem to have "effortless" down. Even when she's wearing a brand new, bespoke dress that costs thousands ... I think it's that she just looks COMFORTABLE, always. And I mean mentally comfortable as well as physically. Meghan (and Harry) always seem stressed and strained and a little tense. And Catherine manages to just always look like she's cool, calm, collected, and genuinely happy. And that lack of tightness and visible stress just allows her to pull off pretty much anything.

I also think that Catherine might be content with the idea of "done is better than perfect" - she knows that most of the time, the important thing is to just get out there, do the thing, and dig in. And sure, things are very, very close to perfect for The Cambridges, but I think Catherine is able to get the small things go.

\Whereas with Meghan, there is no "done is better than perfect." Perfect is perfect and there is no leeway for that. (I also think that's where the friction with her and her UK team came in. There was no room for error or growth or anything less than absolute perfection from her team, she held them to an incredibly high standard and perhaps that's a standard that they either weren't used to or was unrealistic for the given situation.)

[louisbxttxrfly]

Poetry ✨🍄

Why can’t I be nothing

Why can’t I be nothing?

And not in the worthless way of alone,

Because for something to have no value it would have to exist,

And that’s not a very “nothing-like” unknown.

Why can’t I be perfect?

Because nothing is ever perfect.

Why can’t every strand of hair on my head

Weave itself beautifully like the notes of a song‘s gentle thread.

Why can’t I stride through life easily?

Because nothing is ever truly easy.

Why can’t I look in the mirror and love what is there,

Instead of feeling unbearably queasy.

Why can’t I effortlessly do well?

Because nothing effortless is ever done well.

I want to charm the world with my intelligence

Like a fairy with a clever little spell.

And yes, I know these thoughts are disgusting.

Yes, their existence should never have taken flight.

Why can’t these thoughts simply dissipate to nothing?

So I can live my life decorated in delight.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

I wrote this poem because as a teenager of today, I feel like oftentimes we’re all striving to achieve to have this perception of ourselves that pleases others. And not necessarily in a people pleaser way, but more in a way where the way we’re perceived by others is in our control. And that’s not always the case. And I just think it’s important to remember not to let those thoughts win, because ultimately, if we do, we would all feel so valueless. Instead, although it’s hard, it’s so simply wonderful to embrace your worth ❤️✨🫀

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Are you in a bad mood constantly because your room is too brightly lit during the day? Do you also feel annoyed with your regular curtains for not providing light control and insulation? We have the perfect solution for you– roller blinds in Calgary. Picture this, you live in a world where your window treatments give you light and privacy control while enhancing the overall aesthetics of your room. The unsung heroes of interior decor, roller blinds, are here to save the day. 

Struggling to manage cords of outdated window coverings is quite old-school. Unleash your inner interior designer by picking designer blinds for your windows. This blog will take a deep dive with you into the benefits of roller blinds, and why they are crucial for elevating your lifestyle. Roller blinds will do away with compromises and welcome brightness and sophistication. 

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1. Aesthetic Elegance

Windows are not just functional, they do more than just let air and light into your rooms. Windows are an exquisite piece of the puzzle that is your home. Designer blinds are the missing piece of the puzzle. They bring your dreams of fashionable light and privacy control to life. Roller blinds also come in an extensive palette of colors, patterns, and textures.

These options in roller blinds in Calgary are crafted to be an effortless addition to your interior decor. Whether you prefer a modern and minimalistic look or a cozy and warm feel, there are sophisticated options for all. Roller blinds have the versatility to transform any room into the pinnacle of interior design. 

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With global warming rising rapidly, the sun only makes our days unbearably bright and hot. The best way to tackle this problem (at least when it comes to making your home comfortable), is investing in roller blinds. These window treatments are equipped with adjustable settings, making for precise control over the light entering your room. 

This means that crafting the perfect, comfortable ambiance is only a step away. You can give your rooms a sunlit glow, or perfect darkness for a peaceful nap. Not to mention, roller blinds also control and reduce glare, making working from home easier. 

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Sunbathing by the window is relaxing, definitely, but sometimes, you need to feel safe and have a cocoon of privacy. With designer roller blinds, you can get whatever you want. You can easily customize roller blinds to shield your space from curious onlookers. However, roller blinds make it easy for you to strike a balance between privacy and natural illumination. 

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Windows along with their treatments are continuously exposed to heat damage. This makes the quality of window treatment materials an important choice. Only the most durable materials are turned into roller blinds so that they are free of wear and tear. These blinds are not a temporary fix, but a long-lasting investment. 

7. Customized Fit

Windows come in all shapes and sizes, even in the same house, but so do roller blinds in Calgary. Regardless of whether you have large windows, small windows, panoramic windows, or uniquely shaped openings, there are roller blinds for every window. 

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What sets roller blinds apart from traditional curtains is the versatility factor. They can complement any room effortlessly. You can do anything with a set of roller blinds, whether it is creating a comfortable environment in the bedroom, making your kitchen brighter, or making your office feel more productive. Roller blinds are versatile and have a unique style while blending seamlessly into your decor. Roller blinds are versatile enough to be used in both residential and commercial spaces. Not to mention, while maintaining the style and versatility factor, they also maintain the functionality factor. 

Wrapping Up

In a world where windows are more than just openings in your home, roller blinds in Calgary prove that they are the perfect balance between functionality and style. They come in a spectrum of designs and materials, to be the perfect partner for your windows and decor. Roller blinds add an air of sophistication and class while being completely adjustable. You can enjoy a dimly lit environment even when the sun shines brightly. Light and privacy control have never been better and more convenient with roller blinds. Not to mention, low maintenance and durability are key. We hope this blog helped you understand the benefits of designer roller blinds, and how they enhance your space. 

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Wrapping Up

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Method Man Talks Acting And His Illustrious Hip-Hop Career On The Cover Of ‘Cassius’

by Shannon Dawson | August 31, 2023

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At the age of 52, Method Man is living life to the fullest and on his terms. The lyrical virtuoso and former Wu-Tang Clan affiliate reflected on his decorated rap career in an exclusive cover story with Cassius Aug. 30.

Even though he doesn’t like to be called a sex symbol, Meth looked like a complete snack on the cover of Cassius’ latest feature. For his big story, the Long Island native rocked a satin multicolored shirt that exposed his chiseled chest and big muscles. Meth complemented the look with a sleek pair of headphones and his signature glasses.

52 never looked so good!

Opinions don’t matter to Method Man.

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The rapper’s youthful glow and “fine uncle” persona may be partly due to his positive views on life. While chatting with Cassius’ director of content Alvin Blanco, the hip-hop legend said that he doesn’t take himself too seriously, and it’s been his secret to longevity in the music industry. Now, Method Man has parlayed his powerful hip-hop resume into an award-winning Hollywood acting career, but some of his rap counterparts haven’t been able to do the same.

“I can’t speak to their stories or why they’re in the predicaments that they’re in, but I do know some of the pitfalls that come with the industry,” the rapper said of peers who are no longer in the music game. “A lot of them are self-inflicted by the artist themselves. There’s nothing like getting an ego-stroked man, but it becomes very addictive and when [it] isn’t up to par with your standards, you tend to slide into seclusion to the point where you become a recluse. When you start valuing other people’s opinion of you more than your own opinion of yourself, that’s when you have a problem.”

The hip-hop star said he never let the opinions of other people stop him from getting to the bag, and in the long run, it worked to his advantage. “The fact that I’m still here is a testament to my work ethic, and people fucks with me heavy, for real,” he added.

Meth made legendary strides pioneering hip-hop alongside his Wu-Tang group mates in the ‘90s. The clan was widely celebrated for popularizing the hard-core hip-hop genre coming out of the East Coast. On the collective’s debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), his gritty authenticity and effortless charisma oozed over hits like “Protect Ya Neck” and his solo smash, “Method Man.”

On the heels of the album’s 30th anniversary, the star, real name Clifford Smith, has been amazed to see hip-hop’s growth over the years. “You seen how it went from a million-dollar business to a billion-dollar business. “Just know this, Hip-Hop sets the trend for a lot of the cultures. A lot of the fashion, whether it be Timberland boots or those ugly ass Balenciaga sock sneakers, Hip-Hop did that.”

Method Man’s solo debut came with the release of Tical in 1994, an album that showcased his undeniable talent and distinctive voice. Tracks like “Bring the Pain” and “All I Need” demonstrated his ability to seamlessly blend hard-hitting beats with emotionally charged lyrics, resonating with listeners on a deep level. The latter track, featuring Mary J. Blige, earned him a Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group in 1996.

The rapper is making strides in Hollywood. 

Method Man has been garnering praise for his stunning on-screen roles in popular shows like Power Book and Godfather of Harlem. In 2022, the multihyphenate won an NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series for his depiction of famous defense attorney Davis Maclean in Power Book II: Ghost.

But Meth isn’t new to the big screen. In 1997, the East Coast icon scored some of his earliest roles in Cop Land and 187. He also appeared in Hype Williams’ iconic film Belly a year later. Surprisingly, Meth wasn’t too confident with his acting skills when he first stepped in front of the camera.

“In the beginning, I have to admit I only took roles that, ya know, were me, there wasn’t any acting involved whatsoever,” the “Triumph” artist confessed. “I was very green, and you can tell now it’s apples and oranges to where I am now. I decided to take it serious when I saw exactly what these actors go through just to get a part and to survive on a daily basis. For me, that is motivation enough to go through every step that I have to go through in order to give my best performance. And not just my best performance but my 110% effort to make sure that I’m not the weakest link on this set. ‘Cause there are people that show up hours before I do to make sure everything runs smoothly. Who am I to come unprepared?”

Now, he’s going for the big roles.

Method Man hopes Marvel’s big boss Kevin Feige will come knocking on his door for a role in the future. He’s a big MCU fan. The rapper gave props to Marvel’s casting team for giving French actor Omar Sy the role of Lucas Bishop in 2014’s, X-Men: Days of Future Past. Someday, he’d love to take on the role of Bishop.

“I was just putting it out there to see if I could hook something,” the 52-year-old hunk told Cassius. “Those guys at the MCU, they know their stuff. I haven’t had any problems with any of their casting choice so far. So whoever gets the job… I think Omar Sy did an excellent job as Bishop, but that was before MCU. If they chose him again, I think he’d kill it. There’s a few people out there. But if they’re willing to give me a shot, I’d go for it. Plus, I’ve done all the research already.”

Read Method Man’s full Cassius cover story here.

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The Hanging Out Conundrum

by Don Hall

May-August 2022 Holed up in an apartment in Las Vegas. Ex-wife three apartments away, squatting in a friend’s place practicing her trade with anyone with a penis and some cash. I stay inside for most of those four months, rarely leaving except to go to the grocery store, the liquor store, and to walk for miles with no place to go.

September-January 2022-2023 Living in a room above my mom and dad in their house. Like a nice dorm room decorated via Southern Living. I go out to the gym and look for work. Some days I hang out at one of the two bookstores in town and write. I do not go out and look up old friends and I make no new ones either.

February 2023- I now have a rad (yes, I use that word in regular conversation because I grew up in the eighties…) loft apartment, a job I really like with benefits. On the other hand, I feel like I’ve lost the ability to make new friends. I have zero desire to date because the prospect of yet more heartache is more than I can stand (Sex? Sex would be fun but not at the potential costs that accompany the afterglow). I live near a few bars and places to see shows but I find myself holed up in the new place or spending time with my family (which is wonderful but hardly a road to making a few new friends unless they’re my mom’s church friends).

Years ago, in Chicago, going out and hanging with people was effortless. I had tons of friendly acquaintances and could sit in a theater lobby or bar and talk for hours with complete strangers who then became either women I dated or dudes I could hang out with. Today, my closest friends live hundreds of miles away and I keep in contact via FaceTime calls. Those calls are important but they lack that small talk to profound bullshit ratio that crashing in someone’s shitty apartment with no agenda meandering conversation.

Vegas was hard to find friends although I managed a few I consider lifelong types. The place is filled with transient citizens who blow into town seeking riches only to split shortly thereafter. Granted, at three and a half years, I suppose that I fit that description so it isn't any real surprise that I didn't find a crowd. I don’t become entwined with the lives of people I work with—I’ve been burnt too many times and I neverdate anyone from work because I’m not a complete moron.

My mother advises that I volunteer for something. She thinks hanging out in a bar is a terrible way to make friends. Find something I'm passionate about, find an organization that engages that, and volunteer. She may have a point and the oldest movie theater in Kansas is a block from my house—The Orpheum—and once I have a little bit of disposable income, I may spend some time over there and volunteer for some of the work they do. I am passionate about stories and hanging out is all about stories.

I'm hardly the only person finding it challenging to find a group of like-minded conversationalists. In 1990, 63% of Americans reported having five or more close friends. In 2021, only 38% did. On an average day 20 years ago, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics’ Time Use Survey, 38% of Americans socialized or communicated with friends. By 2021, that number was down to 28%.

“Signs suggest that the role of friends in American social life is experiencing a pronounced decline,” according to a May study published by the Survey Center on American Life. Study authors revealed that “Americans report having fewer close friendships than they once did, talking to their friends less often, and relying less on their friends for personal support.”

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That isn't just alarming. It may be why we're dying younger.

In 1938, Harvard researchers embarked on a decades-long study to find out: What makes us happy in life?

The researchers gathered health records from 724 participants from all over the world and asked detailed questions about their lives at two-year intervals.

Contrary to what you might think, it's not career achievement, money, exercise, or a healthy diet. The most consistent finding we've learned through 85 years of study is: Positive relationships keep us happier, healthier, and help us live longer. Period.

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Knowing all of this, my conundrum is that the very idea of hanging out, making conversation, getting to know other people is daunting. Certainly elements of distrust based on my most recent experiences are coming into play. My judgment of people is highly suspect. Not only is it difficult to trust new people, I can’t trust myself. It’s established that I find a woman even remotely attractive I need to run as fast as I can. My track record sucks balls. I am, however, far better at judging friends.

What I know is that the true friends I have, while all are on corners of the country far enough to take a day or two to drive out to see them in person, I cultivated the relationships doing something collaboratively creative. Theater, music, writing, and storytelling are all gateways to my most lasting friendships. If there is a mantra I repeat, day after day, it is “Live, Work, Create.”

In Wichita, right now, I’m living fine. I have my family here and the joy that they bring to my day is incomparable. Time spent with my mother, father, and sister is long overdue and I love them without reservation. They’re also incredible fun and funny. I have an excellent home, a loft apartment that I couldn’t possibly afford in a major city. Sometimes I simply stand in the middle of the place and marvel at what a phenomenal place I’m in. I have work to do that is fun, weird, and I look forward to each day. Enough of the familiar (I’ve worked in non-profit radio so commercial radio is just enough different to be challenging but just enough the same to be comfortable). I create with my friends—podcasts and this digital magazine all which I have so much fun creating—but to make new friends, I need to be creative with other people as well. Through that pathway, the hanging out will happen naturally.

Also, there’s karaoke.

I empathize with the millions out there, unsure of how to find the ease of hanging out I did when I was in my twenties and thirties. Dating digitally is a fucking horror show based entirely upon physical traits and subtle lies. Online friendship is only a facsimile of a real relationship. My days of going to someone’s apartment, getting drunk or high, and finding myself deep in discussions of Nabokov, Didion, and David Foster Wallace are probably over but to find myself hanging out, talking about anything more important than the current culture wars or political divisions, sounds pretty goddamned divine.

So, I go forth. The only route is to engage. To find people who enjoy films I enjoy, music I dig, writers I admire.

The only way way forward is, well, forward.

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How To Make Your Room Bigger And Better With Rugs

Rugs are a surefire way to add color and texture to any room. They warm up a room while adding a decorative touch and also anchor your room. An area rug is a great addition to a hard surface floor and provides your feet with a nice comfortable feel. Using rugs, you can separate the space into seating, reading, or dining areas. Rugs can also create an illusion of a large room. A large area rug can make your room look more prominent. Rugs have a unique way of binding together all the elements. Creating a dream space can come with a few challenges. Rugs can withstand wear and tear in a place where there is heavy foot traffic that is why it is suggested to use a darker shade of rugs such as brown rugs which can hide dust and dirt. Not only do we use the rug indoors but we use it outdoors as well. An outdoor rug serves the same purpose as an indoor rug, it pulls your sitting area together into a single unified space that's inviting and comfortable.   If you are confused about how you can add rugs to make your room look better and bigger we have mentioned some tips for you.

1)Choose A Light-Colored Rug To Open Up Your Space

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Before you have decided to place a rug in your room make sure to measure the area first. If you purchase the rug without measuring you will end up buying a rug that will not fit into your room. You can put one large rug rather than several small ones to make your space look bigger, if you add several rugs into your room it will make your room looks cluttered.

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Layering is a fantastic way to make a room feel larger. Adding stripes is an effortless way to add a bold punch to any room. You should consider a rug with black and white pattern stripes which will make your room look more inviting and cozy.

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If you want to make your space more inviting and bigger you want to avoid heavy fabrics. If you use heavy fabric curtains they will absorb the sunlight and weigh the room down, making it appear smaller. Use lightweight material around your living room, such as light linen curtains which will help to reflect the light and makes your room look bigger.

5)Opt rug that adds textures without overwhelming your space

If you want to make your room space looks bigger the best way of doing this is by adding a light color rug which adds depth and sophistication.  

Conclusion

Rugs are useful for many purposes and also add a decorative touch to your home. If you are looking to make your room, look more inviting and vibrant you can add an area rug with the right color and size. Above we made it easier for you to look at how you can make your room looks bigger and better by adding an area rug.

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in Australia. You can find your baby girl dresses in a wide range of colors, designs, and styles at Just Baby. Dresses are the perfect way to get bub in an outfit quickly and easily. The one-and-done appeal of a dress made it effortless to get your little baby girl reach for the day ahead. The cute little dresses from Just Baby give a sense of safety and comfort to kids. However, baby clothes need to be beautiful and comfortable because at a very young age children like to play, stretch and do activities and poor-quality clothes can frustrate them. Why Should You Buy From Just Baby?Just Baby is the one-stop solution for you, it offers some of the best baby girl dresses. You will find all of the qualities you’re looking for your kid’s perfect dress. Some of the reasons why you should buy from Just Baby are:

Long Lasting: Durability is one of the most important aspects when it comes to kid’s clothes. Infants and toddlers are more prone to play actively and physically and this is why their clothes get old and torn easily, but Just Baby offers clothes that will last longer than any other clothes. You just need to handle it with care, such as never using hard detergent on kid’s clothes, as it will harm the cloth fabric and look quality and certainly will harm baby’s skin.

There are some fibers that are very cheap and probably very common also that are easily available everywhere for toddlers’ and infants’ clothes because they are cheap and easy to produce but they are some of the worst fabrics. So, Just Baby always gets the softest clothes for your babies that will not harm your baby’s skpin and will look amazing on them. Get the best Baby girl dresses online Australia at the soonest, you can gift them to somebody or buy it for your own daughter.

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Floor Lamps 101 - Adding Beauty to Your Home

Because of its delightful craftsmanship, dazzling decorative floor lamps has always been one of the favorites of many home decorators. Not exclusively are these decorative pieces functional however they likewise add a bit of style and polish in a room. Setting the ideal lamp inside a room can do wonders in that frame this website of mind and character of a whole space. It is no wonder that without the ideal lighting, a room can feel exhausting and fragmented.

Lately, lamps have evolved in various shapes, sizes and designs. With this abundance in number, homeowners won't find it hard to go over a style they will cherish. These lamps are made out of different materials, for example, metal, glass, clay and wood that can without much of a stretch match any décor.

The justification for why these lamps are so famous is that they do provide functional lighting as well as ready to fulfill the decorating standards of any homeowner. For example, on the off chance that your home has a sophisticated enticement for it, tiffany floor lamps may very well be the response for your lighting needs.

Albeit these lamps are readily accessible, you actually must be careful and find a dependable store in where you will find the ideal lamp that you desire. The appearance might be good however always be adequately faithful to look at assuming it is made of good quality in the extremely least. That's what additionally remember albeit the floor lamp might look great in the store, it does not be guaranteed to imply that it will have a similar impact in your front room. Take in consideration the wide range of various furniture inside the space and attempt to imagine the lamp assuming it will blend well with the wide range of various decorations.

The level and the region where the lamp will effortlessness should likewise be considered. In many events, it is ideal to take vital estimations because you could get a lamp that has the ideal design however has some unacceptable extents. It would be baffling to find out later on that the lamp isn't adequately tall to provide you light when you are reading.

A few lamps are so perfectly crafted that it isn't is business as usual that they are widely pursued by gatherers. This is valid on account of tiffany floor lamps. The design of these lamps has remained so mind boggling in design and variety that it has always been considered as traditional pieces. They are immortal and sophisticated.

Albeit table lamps end up being the more famous choice, we can't deny the way that floor lamps outdo table lamps in such countless ways. A traditional table lamp is for the most part put on a raised surface to provide essential light making it limited in its placements. Then again, a floor lamp can stand alongside a table or table. A floor lamp likewise has an adaptable neck which expands its functionality.

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"You are cordially invited to the Royal Wedding..."

Brothers react to MC getting married to Diavolo

In hindsight, it made complete sense. Diavolo - the Future King of the Demon Realm. MC, a human with angel roots. An effortless link to both the human and celestial realms. A marriage between them was already a physical manifestation of Diavolo's plan harmony between all the realms.

And it wasn't just a marriage of contract. No, Diavolo was head over heels, in love for you. You brought him happiness and kept peace for his kingdom. And how could you not fall for this giant happy prince in your arms?

While Barbatos, Simeon and Solomon saw this coming from miles away, the Avatars were struck by lightning when the invitation came in through the door.

"You are cordially invited to the Royal Wedding of Prince Diavolo and MC."

A strange hush fell over the House of Lamentation. A shared sense of loss and bewilderment. The house hadn't been this quiet for centuries.

They dreaded the day of the nuptials, yet dressed up for it anyway. Lucifer's orders. Any hope that it was all a bad dream was crushed when the saw the overly decorates castle gates.

And if all of that wasn't enough, you appeared in front of them, all glowing and radiant as a spring day and ask them for a dance.

Lucifer

He was already on his sixth glass of Demonus. Or was it the sixth bottle? He was too far gone to remember.

"Lucifer, don't just empty the whole bar by yourself." Simeon joked while taking his last glass away. "My, my, they make quite the pair don't they?"

Lucifer had never felt so powerless as he watched you and Diavolo kiss and giggle, knocking your foreheads together.

"Yes. Indeed they do, don't they?" Lucifer drawled, resting his back against a wall to keep himself from falling.

"Lucifer!" You come to him cheerily. He smiled sadly, moments away from tears. "Hello MC, you look lovely."

"Then why haven't you asked me for a dance yet? The couple dance is over!" You said, offering your hand.

He took it and grasped it tight. He was quiet for the whole dance, simply staring at you with a drunk and dreamy look in his eyes. "I've never seen you happier, MC."

"Is that so? Guess I'm that happy haha!" You spin around and smile.

How he wished that smile was for him instead.

Mammon

He had to be dragged out of the house. He almost ruined his suit as an excuse not to go but Lucifer wouldn't hear it.

"MC will be sad if you don't go, Mammon." Beel tried soothing him down as he forcefully carried him all the way.

"Why would MC need me anymore?! They no longer need my protection do they?!" Mammon thrashed his arms about.

He knew his heart was about to shatter the moment you and Diavolo exchanged rings. He'd helped Diavolo find your ring after all.

He was trying to hide behind the pillars, or large ornaments, anything that hid him from view. But you found him near the corner of the ballroom, looking outside the window.

"What are you looking at out there?" You asked. He had straightened himself. He was watching you in the mirror, too embarrassed to look directly. "Nothing it's just a nice night. What are ya doing here, human? Shouldn't you be with Diavolo?"

You shook your head and grabbed and tugged on his hand. "The betrothed's dance is over. So I thought I'll come dance with the demon picked out this very pretty ring for me."

"Wait MC-" But he was already holding you tight against his body, swaying with the music. His heart pounded so hard it hurt. Fuck MC, you're making this even harder to bear.

"No seriously, Mammon. Thank you for the ring. I really love it." You smiled and leaned against his shoulder. His could almost hear his heart shatter.

It was supposed to be him, putting it on your finger.

Leviathan

He looked dead inside. Like he had been staying up night after night,playing games or watching anime to distract himself. His eyes were red and baggy.

"I can...stay home right? I can't go like this surely..." Levi talked slow and sluggish even the night before.

Asmo and Mammon had to dunk him in the bath and then put him to sleep together so he'd be able to atleast walk the next day.

His eyes stung with tears as you and Diavolo walked around, your arms entangled. He sought a lonely corner to spend the rest of the night.

But something caught his arm. "Where do you think you're going Levi? Won't you dance with me?"

"MC, I don't think I- I don't have the energy to-" Levi felt his head feel light, the world swaying around him. You frowned.

"Don't worry, you can lean on me. I'll lead." You said, holding him close. He let most of his weight onto you, squeezing your hand.

He had half a mind to snatch you away right there. He'd seen it in anime. He'd take you away and lock you up with himself. He'd keep you there until you fell for him instead.

He leaned down, hiding his face near your shoulder, wiping stray tears before they fell on your shoulder.

He just wanted his best friend back.

Satan

Satan had learnt to feel a lot of new things thanks to you. But now he felt the full brunt of heartbreak.

He read about it from books - but none of them could quite explain the intensity of pain he was going through.

"So this is why Diavolo kept calling MC over to the castle. Even the frequent slumber parties with you guys, it was all for MC." Solomon sighed, picking up his second chute of champagne.

"Damn right he did." Satan said through gritted teeth. He'd already thought of this while he was ironing his suit for today.

Today might as well the last time he'd ever get to hold and dance with you, so he had to do his best.

He looked away while Diavolo and you stood together; you whispered something to him to which he threw his head back laughing. Satan remembered how much you made him laugh too.

"Oh were you waiting long?" You walked right to Satan to take his already outstretched hand. "I'm glad you're as willing to dance as I am."

"But of course, MC." Satan pulled you close and savored this as the last intimate conversation you both would have. "You look beautiful, tonight. Like a royal Calico cat."

"So do you, Satan. A very polished Siamese." While you twirled with him, you both never stopped bantering and laughing. He wanted stare at you smiling forever. Diavolo, you lucky bastard.

Asmodeus

Asmo's invitation card still had dark patches from when his mascara ran and fell with his tears.

He'd grown quieter than usual, staying locked up in his room. Most probably crying himself to sleep. But the day before the wedding, he put in the most effort into himself than he ever did.

"Do you really think you're going to win MC back by looking better than Diavolo?" Belphie shook his head in disapproval.

"It doesn't hurt to try, okay? Besides who knows maybe today my charm will finally work on MC." Asmo said, his eyes shining with eyeshadow and hope.

But that hopeful gaze turned dismal when he saw Diavolo hoist you up in the air and press kisses against your smiling lips.

Asmo reached for his sixth glass of Demonus when you grabbed his sleeve. "Are you really planning to get drunk and forget all about dancing with me?"

He saw you up close and had to fight to restrain himself from pushing you against a wall and claiming you as his. "Of course not, darling. Not when you look this irresistable. Shall we go?"

He left his lace gloves at home so he could touch you without obstruction. His fingers skimmed for every patch of your skin they could find, leaving his prints all over you.

Even though they would soon be replaced by Diavolo.

Beelzebub

Beel's appetite suddenly shrunk. The hollow inside his heart outgrew the one in his stomach.

He didn't want food. He just wanted to be held by you. But you weren't his to hold anymore.

"Hey Beel. Barbatos made all the food so be sure to eat a lot today?" Satan said, worried about Beel's forlorn face.

"I'm not that hungry. I just want to see MC." He said wearing his suit, which seemed to fall loose at certain places. Seems like he lost a lot of weight in a week.

At the wedding he watched Diavolo and you feed each other cake and clean off frosting from each other's faces. He wanted that. All of that.

"Beel, I brought you something." He perked up at the sound of your voice. He turned around to see standing there with a big slice of cake.

Without another word, he bent down, opening his mouth. You smiled and fed him. "Thank you, MC." For the first time that week, he was finally hungry. "Would you like to eat something too?"

"Just a dance is fine." You chuckled and tugged him to the dancefloor. He followed eagerly, wrapping his arms around you. "You look very nice, MC."

If only this feeling of bliss were edible he'd love to gobble it all up. But this was the last time he'd ever get to taste it. So he savored all he could.

Belphegor

If he didn't hate Diavolo enough before, he certainly did now. He was ready to throw another fit which would easily have him locked back up in the attic for a few thousand years.

The invitation lay torn and crumpled in his dustbin. Hadn't Diavolo tormented them enough already? Now he had to take away what they kept them all stable?

He too had to be dragged out of the house, his heels digging into the ground. "It's pointless to resist." Levi said softly.

Belphie gave Diavolo nothing but death-stares throughout the ceremony. He almost flung his glass at him, but noticed you were resting your head on the Prince's shoulder. It should have been him instead.

Moments after he'd forced himself to look away and find an isolated place, he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Belphie, won't you dance with me?" It was you, in all your soft glory.

His sour face broke into a soft, almost pleading smile. "I wouldn't say no to that even if it killed me."

You rested your head on his chest, sighing happily and Belphie wanted to flee. Right then and there. He'd take you away and Beel would come along. Just you three, like he always wanted.

But that smile on your face was someone else entirely. So you would never go along with them, not willingly.

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