#& they need to help you because there is clearly something wrong with you

[fixyourwritinghabits]

AI, Plagiarism, and CYA

Shout-out for all the students gearing up to go back to school in increasingly frustrated times when dealing with all this AI bullshit. As you've probably noticed, lots of institutions have adapted anti-plagiarism software that incorporates AI detectors that - surprise - aren't that great. Many students are catching flack for getting dinged on work that isn't AI generated, and schools are struggling to catch up to craft policies that uphold academic rigor. It sucks for everyone involved!

As a student, it can really feel like you're in a bind, especially if you didn't do anything wrong. Your instructor isn't like to be as tech-savvy as some, and frankly, you might not be as tech-savvy as you think either. The best thing to do, no matter how your school is handling things, is to Cover Your Ass.

Pay attention to the academic policy. Look, I know you probably skimmed the syllabus. Primus knows I did too, but the policy there is the policy the instructor must stick with. If the policy sets down a strong 'don't touch ChatGPT with a ten-foot pole' standard, stick to it. If you get flagged for something you thought was okay because you didn't read the policy carefully, you don't have ground to stand on if you get called out.

Turn off Autosave and save multiple (named) drafts. If you're using Microsoft Word because your school gives you a free license, the handy Autosave feature may be shooting you in the foot when it comes to proving you did the work. I know this seems counter-intuitive, but I've seen this bite enough people in the ass to recommend students go old-school. Keep those "draft 1234" in a file just in case.

Maintaining timestamped, clearly different drafts of a paper can really help you in the long-run. GoogleDocs also goes a much better job of tracking changes to a document, and may be something to consider, however, with all this AI shit, I'm hesitant to recommend Google. Your best bet, overall, is to keep multiple distinctive drafts that prove how your paragraphs evolved from first to final.

Avoid Grammarly, ProWiritingAid, etc. All that handy 'writing tools' software that claims to help shore up your writing aren't doing you any favors. Grammarly, ProWritingAid, and other software throw up immediate flags in AI-detection software. You may have only used it to clean up the grammar and punctuation, but if the AI-detection software says otherwise, you might be screwed. They're not worth using over a basic spell and grammar check in both Word and GoogleDocs can already do.

Cite all citations and save your sources! This is basic paper-writing, but people using ChatGPT for research often neglect to check to make sure it isn't making shit up, and that made up shit is starting to appear on other parts of the internet. Be sure to click through and confirm what you're using for your paper is true. Get your sources and research material from somewhere other than a generative language model, which are known for making shit up. Yes, Wikipedia is a fine place to start and has rigorously maintained sources.

Work with the support your school has available. My biggest mistake in college was not reaching out when I felt like I was drowning, and I know how easy it is to get in you head and not know where to turn when you need more help. But I've since met a great deal of awesome librarians, tutors, and student aid staff that love nothing more to devote their time to student success. Don't wait at the last moment until they're swamped - you can and will succeed if you reach out early and often.

I, frankly, can't wait for all this AI bullshit to melt down in a catastrophic collapse, but in the meantime, take steps to protect yourself.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

wanna kiss his face with an uppercut

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — rafe is back to being a softie, talks of explicit picture

summary — rafe wants to know why you’ve been ignoring him.

authors note — this can be read as a standalone but is a continuation of that recent part in my mean!rafe series. it can be found in my rafe cameron masterlist under au’s. olease request more!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“you’ve been ignoring me,” he mumbled, sitting all tense on the sofa across from you in the living room of your house. “i’ve called and texted hundreds of times and you jus’ haven’t returned any of ‘em.”

you just shrugged and tucked yourself further into your blanket. “been busy. haven’t had the chance,” you replied bluntly. it wasn’t necessarily a lie. the only thing you were busy with though was sleeping and thinking about your relationship and whether or not it was worth the pain.

he looked slightly taken back. “busy with what? you don’t leave the house. your car hasn’t even moved.” if you didn’t hear the slight whine in his voice, you would’ve though he meant it in an aggressive manner. instead, he sounded genuinely curious.

“i have stuff to do around the house, schoolwork, i have to car for kiwi,” you listed. college was hard and even harder with a relationship. and your dog kiwi wasn’t exactly low maintenance. she needed a walk everyday, special meals for her specific diet, and pampering.

he leaned back in his seat and spread his legs to get comfortable while crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you. “why didn’t you ask for my help? you know kiwi loves me. i coulda helped out with her or helped with the house. y’know i have before, right?”

you simply shrugged again. “i can handle myself,” you said dismissively.

“yeah, i know you can but you don’t need to. y’know i’m always here,” he said as if it were obvious. “did i do somethin’ wrong? why are you suddenly bein’ so cold with me outta nowhere?”

you rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh of frustration. “are you fucking kidding me rafe? ‘did i do something wrong?’ you know exactly what you did,” you snapped sharply at him. “what do you think of me? because you clearly don’t respect me.”

a crease formed between his eyebrows as he stared at you. “what?” his voice was much smaller now. maybe it was the fact that yours was louder and he’d never heard you raise your voice, especially at him.

“don’t act all stupid with me. you don’t get to just go around showing your friends vulnerable pictures of me and basically tell them that i’m so easy and i just do whatever the fuck you say,” you spat. “i’m not your bitch and i’m sure as hell not someone you’re gonna boss around and walk all over. that little comment about me begging for a chance? seriously? i didn’t know you saw our relationship as a power play for you.”

you could see tears forming in his eyes. you’d never seen him get this upset over something. “baby, i didn’t—i didn’t think—“ he began to stutter over his words before just stopping all together.

“i have too much respect for myself to let someone talk to me like that,” you said, your voice much quieter now but still nowhere near gentle. you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose to try to relieve the pressure forming into a headache. “i don’t know if we should do this anymore, rafe.”

his head immediately snapped up as his teary gaze met yours and his wet cheeks glistened under the light. “no. no, don’t do that. please baby, don’t say that,” he pleaded desperately. he stood from his seat and took eager strides to where you were sitting. he kneeled down in front of you and gently took your hands in his own. “please jus’ work this out with me, angel. i don’t wanna lose you. i can’t. i’ll do whatever it takes, jus’ don’t leave me.”

you bit your lip and shook your head. “i can’t keep letting myself get disrespected. what you said—what you did, was absolutely insane. i would’ve never in my entire life thought to say that to someone, let alone someone i love. that was just cruel and it hurt my feelings. you didn’t even acknowledge that.”

“please angel, jus’ one more shot, okay?” he reasoned softly, fresh tears falling. he’d never had someone confront him like this besides his dad. “i’m sorry for bein’ so mean the other day. i know i was rude and all but i was havin’ a bad day and that’s not an excuse but you know its hard for me to control sometimes. once again, not an excuse but i jus’ let my anger get out of hand and i swear to be better about it.”

you looked to the side to avoid looking at him while thinking carefully bout your next words. “you don’t get it. you say all this stuff and i want to believe you but i’m not even sure thats possible after what you said the other day.”

he nodded in agreement. “i understand that and i know that things won’t just go back to normal. i’m not asking you to do that. i’m just asking that you try to work things out with me. give me time to prove to you that i can be better and i promise you, you won’t regret it.”

you knew it was a bad idea. you could feel it in your bones but the bigger part of you wanted to hold him and tell him things would be okay. you wanted to wipe his pretty tears and kiss his pink lips. it was terrifying. “one last shot rafe. i’m giving you one more try and thats it. you’re not jus’ gonna keep hurting me and expecting me to forgive you and have sex. thats not how this works. i don’t deserve that.”

“no, you deserve the world,” he whispered softly as his lip began to tremble. a sad smile graced his lips before he was laying kisses to your knuckle. “i promise i’ll be so much better baby. i swear on my life.”

you really did hope he was serious this time.

[thechaoticcherub]

Would you be interested in doing a Professor Joel fic? Maybe he’s really trying to be good and feels bad he’s even having the thoughts about a student / worried what Ellie or Sarah will think but can’t control himself

hello!! This turned into PURELY smut.

Bad Man

Pairing: Professor!Joel x Student Reader

Summary: Joel is a bad man and does some naughty stuff with his student.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, Joel is a Bad Man, lots of spanking, unedited, age gap, professor/student, anal fingering, degradation, humiliation, name calling, pet names.

Word Count: 1.4K

Notes: Didn't edit it. Just spewed it. Hope you enjoy!

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Joel hadn’t wanted to have you bent over his desk. Joel had told himself over and over again that it was wrong. You were Ellie’s roommate. You were young enough to be his daughter. You were taking his fuckin’ class for God’s sake. You were supposed to just be any other student but here you were, folded over the desk in his office, offering yourself to him. 

You had come to office hours and asked for help on an assignment that you were already well prepared for. You had leaned towards him, showing off your cleavage, you had asked easy questions and Joel had gotten irritated. 

“You’re smarter than this, Darlin’ you better not be dumbin’ yourself down to get my attention,”  You had been taken aback, you had pulled away from him and mumbled something about how you didn’t mean to, how you had just been crushing so bad. Joel had been shocked that you had admitted it. Tearfully admitted it, but admitted it nonetheless. Then of course, he had comforted you, told you it was okay, it was normal. You had snuggled up close to him and looked up at him with those sweet, sad eyes and one thing had led to another and now his hands were running up and down your hips and your underwear looked so good on you. They had slipped up into the crack of your ass and Joel could see them tight against the lips of your pussy.  His hand was running over the curve of your ass and you were looking back at him. 

“Professor Miller,” you whined and Joel knew in your feigned innocence that this had been your goal all along, to be over his desk, to be showing off the lacy undies you had on and to be calling him Professor Miller in that sultry voice. If he had been thinking clearly and not in an absolute haze of lust he would have brushed your skirt back down and tugged you up and told you to be on your way; but no. No, he wasn’t thinking clearly, and he also wasn’t a good man. If he was a good man, you would have never felt like you could do this. 

He wouldn’t have smiled at you a little too long in class, he wouldn’t have hovered near your desk during discussions and leaned down to talk to you when you had a question. If he was a good man, he wouldn’t have imagined this exact position over and over again. He wouldn’t have made the excuse to visit Ellie in her dorm just to hear you say, 

“Hey Professor Miller!” and he certainly wouldn’t have corrected you, 

“We ain’t in class, kiddo, you can call me Joel here,” No. He wouldn’t have done any of that. But he was sick and twisted and he had indulged you. He had wanted to get to this point, the point of you throwing yourself at him. Now, he indulged his own needs, his hand squeezing your hip. Because he wasn’t a good man, he knew he was going to blame you for this, blame you for thrusting your hips back at him, and because he blamed you, he’d punish you for doing this to him  for making him indulge all his perverted fantasies. 

“You wanted my attention, Sugar, now you’re gettin’ it,” he said quietly. “You’ve been actin’ like a slut, so I can treat ya like a slut, how’s that sound?” Joel’s voice sounded like the voice of a bad man. It was  a growl and he knew you liked it because you pressed your hips back and whined again,

“Yes, Professor,” You said, playing right into his sick fantasy. His hand came down on your ass cheek with a  snap. You let out a whine and he wondered how far your lust went. How far could he take this punishment? Joel smacked his hand down on your other cheek, letting out a little gasp as he felt your ass jiggle under his hand. You seemed to love it, you looked back over your shoulder at him and pressed your hips back so Joel took it farther, spanking each ass cheek repeatedly. Your ass felt fiery and hot under his hand as he spanked you, and you whined. He could see a patch of wetness growing on your undies that were flush against your steadily swelling vulva. 

“You like this, dont ya?” he asked. You nodded shamefully. 

“Y-Yes, Professor,” You said, your voice hitching a little. Joel’s fantasies spread out in front of him, the idea of ripping your underwear down, spanking you until you cried, his fingers prying the lips of your cunt open so he could see just how turned on spanking got you. Joel shivered with need. If you really needed a punishment he’d force his fingers into your tightest hole, leaving your pussy empty and needy. He could fuck your ass with his fingers until you were ready to take his cock, but he was getting ahead of himself. He didn’t know if your lust went that far. 

Joel reached up and grabbed the waistband of your undies, he tugged them down, letting them drop from around your legs, 

“You ain’t goin’ to like it so much when i’m through with ya,” he breathed as his hand rubbed over your asscheek. You let out a needy whine and he smiled at how horny this was making you. “Look at you, stickin’ your ass out, practically begging for my fingers in your pussy, aint ya?” he asked. 

“yes sir,” You said breathlessly and Joel tisked, shaking his head as you turned to look at him. 

“Nah,” he said, he smacked your bare ass again, and then on the other side again and then back. You squirmed away from the last one and kicked your feet back up towards him. “Aww poor girl, gettin’ sensitive?” he asked. 

“Y-Yes, sir.” You choked out and Joel pressed his hand into your lower back, forcing you to arch your back further, 

“Too bad,” He growled. He spanked you over and over as you whined and twitched. Half the time you were pressing yourself back into his hand and the other half of the time you were struggling away from him. When he finally had enough he smirked, 

“Reach back here, spread yourself out, I wanna see how wet that got ya,” he said. 

“Professor!” You said, sounding shocked. 

“Oh as if you don’t wanna show me that tight pussy,” He mocked. It seemed like you struggled internally for a moment but then you reached your hands back, taking each cheek in your hands, spreading yourself open for his gaze. Joel watched as you revealed the most intimates parts of yourself to him. “Open your legs,” he instructed. You tentatively stepped your feet apart and Joel got a glimpse of your glistening folds opening for him. He smiled, reaching out and stroking along your lips, you twitched and moaned, 

“Oh!” your voice was desperate and he loved it. 

“That’s right, good girl, keep it open.” He instructed as his fingers trailed up from your soaked cunt, leaving a wet trail from your pussy to your puckered ass. He was testing, teasing, wanting to see if you would let him. His pointer finger circled around your tightest hole. You gasped and jerked forward but your hands didn’t drop from holding yourself open for him. “Oh good girl,” Joel praised, gently pressing in, not inserting his finger but teasing that he might. 

“Maybe that’s the kind of punishment you need,” Joel teased, still stroking around and around your asshole. Your mouth had fallen open at the feeling of it and your pussy had started to leak down your legs. 

“Mhm,” You whined. Joel was about to press his pointer finger in past the ring of muscles but then he removed his hand, gave you pussy a sharp slap and stepped back. 

“Get your underwear back on, girl.” he said. You were so shocked you didn’t move. “Now. I don’t need a slutty little girl bent over my desk for all of my office hours.” He mocked. Joel knew he was a bad man because he thought it was funny to mock you like this. If Joel Miller has been a better man he would have fucked you and been done with it. But no, he was a bad, sick man and he was going to draw this out as long as possible. 

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Okay so apologies if this is outside of your wheelhouse, totally fair. And, on one hand, I know ultimately it's up to me not like someone on the internet with limited context, but I also got into sort of an argument with a friend and I'm very confused and I'd like some input on like. I guess just more opinions on this?

Basically I'm a virgin, and not currently interested in any sort of long term relationship, or even anything serious short term. I mentioned to a friend that I'd decided to give up on the whole dating thing (which I was mostly trying out of...obligation I guess? Feeling like I can't just want hookups idk) and just try going to a bar or social or something and being like hi I think you're hot this is what I know I'm into, interested? Because that's what I actually want. It took me a while to realize it, but yeah, I don't care about whether someone cares about me deeply as a person, I'm just horny. And I'm an adult (20) so....

Anyway. Friend in question responded like that was a terrible idea and said I shouldn't do it because I don't know what I'm doing.

Now I'm just confused because like sure, I don't, I've literally only kissed people before but also, lmao. How else am I supposed to figure it out. I'm not worried, I know what I like I've experimented a lot on my own, and I'm comfortable asserting boundaries and communicating. Like sure maybe it'll be awkward, whatever, but they were acting like there's some rule about how I'm doing it wrong and now I'm just confused.

I guess my question is sort of. Would it be somehow... inappropriate... for me to just find a stranger willing to have sex with me and do that. Especially because I have zero expectations really and would both be comfortable just leaving if the vibes are bad? I don't think I'm articulating this very well but honestly I'm a bit confused on what I'm confused about. They seemed like it had to something to do with my lack of prior experience but that sounds a bit ridiculous to me given that I have no interest in idk finding someone to get into an actual relationship with, now or probably ever. So why would I do that first like it's some sort of magic rule. Idk. Help?

hi anon,

respectfully, I think this is probably a friend whose opinions don't need to factor in to your (potential) sex life very much. while I'd certainly recommend everyone engage in sex with people who respect them and care about their safety and enjoyment, whatever that looks like for them, there's no reason that has to preclude sex with strangers - hell, one of the most fun, thoughtful, and relaxed sexual experiences I've ever had was with a bunch of people I had just met at a conference, most of whom I didn't know the names of. someone you just met can be more communicative and mindful of your wants than someone you've known for years; it's all varies tremendously!

giving a charitable read to your friend, I can see why someone might assume that it's better off not to have a first sexual experience with a stranger, but again, that comes from a place of assuming that a stranger is an inherently inferior sexual partner. you seem to have an extremely clear sense of what you want and expect from a sexual encounter, and so long as all of that's clearly understood between you and whoever else is participating I don't see any issue with that. how and with whom you have sex is, after all, up to you.

[weneeya]

worried m.list | rules

pairing. jason todd x reader

note. omg i love jason sm of course i'd do that ; worried jason is adorable, my boy is doing his best <3

You were supposed to be here. He left you alone in your apartment before he left for his night patrol. So why weren’t you here anymore? Where were you? Jason thought he was about to go crazy. He was searching everywhere, calling your phone, but you weren’t answering at all.

Yes, he came back earlier than usual, but it was a reason to disappear, was it? What if something bad had happened while he was gone? Jason was making the worst scenarios in his head. Until he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around and you arrived in the living room, a bit surprised. 

You didn’t have the time to say anything that Jason was standing in front of you, a visible frown across his eyebrows. “Where the hell were you?!” His voice was too loud, too angry ; you didn’t like that at all. You slowly raised an eyebrow at his tone, feeling the slight irritation growing inside of you. 

“My friend needed me, so I left to see her.” You explained but it didn’t calm Jason at all. “You know Gotham’s not safe at night. What if you got attacked, or worse?” He was clearly angry, but it simply made you angry too. You weren’t a child, you didn’t need him to act like he was your own father. 

“Quit yelling at me, would ya?” Your tone was harsh, and it caught him off guard. He wasn’t so used to any reaction like this from you, so he was taken aback. He was about to answer when you pointed at his chest, looking into his eyes. “I don’t need you to protect myself, Jason. I’m a grown adult!” And in those words, you left the living room to get locked up in the bathroom. You really needed a shower. 

Jason stayed alone in here, standing up and a bit lost about what just happened. Did he get too far? He knew you were strong enough to defend yourself ; he loved you for that. But he couldn’t help it ; he was always worried when he knew you were alone in the streets at night. He meant what he said: Gotham wasn’t safe at all, and he knew what he was talking about. 

He saw so many people get hurt without any reason, and he was just so scared to lose you. Anger was his only way to express those feelings, but making you mad was the last thing he ever wanted. So he sat on the couch and waited for you to get out of the bathroom. It took you long minutes, and he was almost falling asleep. Or at least, he would have if he wasn’t thinking so much about what he wanted to tell you. 

When you joined the living room again, your gaze met his figure and you rolled your eyes. You sat next to him in silence, hating this stupid sad look on his face. You hated to see it, but he needed to understand what was wrong. Jason took your hand softly in his. “Look at me, please… I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to react like this.” You turned around, meeting his eyes ; and he knew he wasn’t lying. There was too much sincerity in it for that ; you knew him by heart. 

You stayed silent, waiting for him to keep going for a moment. He breathed out softly, leaving a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “I was just… worried. I’m always so scared when you’re alone out there. I know you’re strong ; but those guys can be crazy.” And how could you blame him? You knew Jason got through hell because of one of them. You finally completely turned to face him, grabbing both his hands between yours. 

“I’m not angry because you’re worried. I am because you yelled at me like I was completely dumb and not careful.” He slowly nodded at your words, understanding that he didn’t react the way he should have. Your hand gently moved to his cheek so you could stroke it with your thumb so slightly. Jason leaned onto your touch, eyes now closed at the feeling. 

You felt like home for him, and he’d rather die than having to lose this feeling once more. He left a soft kiss against the palm of your hand, making you smile lightly. “I’d be careful with my reactions,” he told you, looking back at your eyes. You leaned forward a little, leaving a small peck against his lips. “And I won’t leave without telling you where I am.” 

A silent agreement, so things could work. Jason was making so many efforts for you, all the time ; the less you could do was to do some efforts too. Moreover, Jason was clearly worth it. The boy needed a comfort and safe place to calm his home ; and you were ready to be this for him.

thank you for reading!

[concretejunglefm]

listen, I can't get this out of my head

Noah is your ex, but you're working with BO on this tour as a photographer; you two never really got over each other, but it was never the right time to actually get back together, but when he finds out that you are actually falling in love with someone else? pfffff homeboy is fucking LOSING IT

plsplspls what else would you put in this?

(I'M losing it at this point)

I love this idea because it's promising for sooooo much angst and *rubs gay little hands together* I love angst if that isn't obvious by now.

To start with is the obvious when it comes to you about Noah, you're not necessarily over Noah, but you've chosen to accept the fact that it wasn't your time and moved on, you've found someone new, surely he would've too? No matter what, he'll always hold a special place in your heart.

The most important thing is that this tour is a huuuuge opportunity for you and your growing portfolio, and you will not allow yourself to be distracted by the fact you're working with your ex. You're going to prove to Bryan, who has given you this opportunity, that you can be professional.

Naturally it starts out maybe a little awkward before you're both breaking the ice and find yourself slipping back into the familiar territory, because even before and after getting together, maybe you were good at the friend thing too. You liked one another's company, you could always have a laugh together, you shared similar interests and had enlightening conversations. You had to admit it, but with him it was easy.

Cut to Bryan letting you take photos from their practice as prep for the actual show and that's when you get this big beaming smile from Noah.

Doesn't it just make your heart melt?

Everything feels so great, nothing could go wrong right?

You and your ex especially are handling this better than ever, except what you don't know is Noah has been talking to the guys about you and potentially asking about getting back together. It was perhaps his initial thought too when he knew you were joining them on tour, but Nicholas was his voice of reason and convinced him maybe don't. however now, after watching you together for this past week, his thoughts on this have changed a little.

And this would be such a great plan if it's not for Noah catching wind of the fact you're moving on.

How this happens could play out different ways:

Noah overhears you on the phone to someone else.

Noah overhears you telling someone else on tour, maybe Bryan since you're both getting close with working together and him helping you learn more things.

Maybe one of the guys overhears you and tells Noah or tells you that you need to, since they're already aware of his feelings and it's just unfair on him.

For extra drama the guy could actually be someone attached to Noah, but prepare for this to end badly for you because bros over ho*s.

Either way the result will come out the same and you end up with these photos and Noah being a grumpy baby.

Cue the blow up, or at least the lead up to it, because now you're either going to have a cute style confession scene, or something more dramatic that only drives the wedge further apart.

For extra angst you can always add in a surprise kiss at this point which is walked in on by your special someone 🫣

Is this too much? Did I get a little carried away? I'm sorry anon, my brain decided to run with this and I'm losing my mind as much as Noah clearly would be.

I didn't even get to mention how pathetic or desperate he would get after knowing you're falling for someone else, like other than being grumpy this man is going to do EVERYTHING he can to get your attention, to get you to focus on him, and make you forget all about what's-his-face. Maybe steal your phone when you're together just to have you to himself. Maybe a send a text pretending to be you and asking for some 'space'.

Honestly, depending on the type of narrative you want, not only from Noah but in general, you could have sooo much fun.

And let's not forget about you during all of this because how are you feeling? Are you frustrated by him doing these things? Do you secretly like it and encourage it on purpose? Are you oblivious? All of that just plays into how everything unfolds.

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 37. Disappointed (Garrick)

Summary: Both Garrick and Dahlia have survived the year in the rider's quadrant, but their now found relationship is already causing some issues for the marked ones.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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I’m thankful for the breeze that chooses to blow my way as I make my way down the path. Despite being late in the evening, the sun having set long ago, the summer heat was still notable. My black cloak only making it worse. The things we do to make sure no one can tell who we are if they do see us.

“You’re late.” Xaden states as he looks over at me from where he leans up against a tree.

“Barely. Not easy to sneak off when there’s no classes or outposts I can say I’ve been called to.” I tell him bluntly.

He nods in agreement. We might be in third year now, but the week between years is usually quiet for all cadets. Barely any classes to attend, and only preparation for the new first years being a priority for anyone in leadership roles.

“She’s not exactly easy to fool either. You’re going to have your work cut out for you.” Bodhi adds as he smirks at me knowingly.

As much as I wanted to snap back at him, he wasn’t wrong. Dahlia was easily one of the smartest and observant people here. Something that was seriously going to be an issue now I’d publicly laid out my feelings towards her. Yes I had been known for sleeping around here and there. But never once had I shown public affection towards someone. Especially like that. But it was fucking worth it.

“Yes, which is why we need to discuss this. How the hell do you plan on hiding our supply runs from her?” Xaden asks with a raised eyebrow.

Yeah. That part I did not think through. Last year it was easy. I hadn’t really gotten to know her till later in the year, and even then it wasn’t like we were hanging out every day. But now, it was going to be significantly harder.

“We just use the same cover up we’ve always discussed. Say we’re out doing third year things. Second years aren’t told about what we go do.” I say with a shrug, walking over and leaning against one of the trees.

“Or we just tell her.” Bodhi says as if it’s the most obvious answer. “We know she’s trust worthy. And she’s defended us on countless occasions. And if she knew what was going on I think she would help.”

The thought had crossed my mind many times once it was clear she was not like her family, and shared very different opinions. Especially with her comments on Reunification Day. But the only way to be certain was if we could read her mind. And that wasn’t something we had access to.

I look over at Xaden who furrows his brow, as if thinking what to say. “That’s a big if. We can assume all we want, but without knowing her intentions it’s too much of a gamble.” His voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

“So now you choose to get iffy on her intentions? At the start of last year you were the one telling him to give her a chance and she wasn’t like her family.” Bodhi adds, angrily gesturing towards me. “And now you’re starting to talk like she could be.”

“This is different Bodhi.” Xaden snaps at him, narrowing his eyes at his cousin. “There is a lot more at stake here. All your lives are on the line if the wrong person gets involved or finds out. Especially not with Dain’s signet. I can’t risk him touching her and finding out.”

Bodhi scoffs and shakes his head. “He’s just as likely to get his hands on her as he is us. Hell she can probably shield him out better than we can with the work she’s been doing to control her signet.”

“He’s right.” I say as I hang my head. I hated having to lie to her. Having to hide this. She was going to be pissed when she found out, because one day she would. “We can’t verify what she would do with the knowledge. One day when we’re ready she can find out.“

Bodhi looks between us and shakes his head, clearly disappointed in the outcome. “Let me guess, you’ll let her train any first years that cross the parapet and need help though?”

“She’s good at combat. She’s nearly got as many patches as Garrick now. I’d be stupid not to.” Xaden tells him. She’d already gotten the most patches of her year for how many weapons she was proficient in. We’d be stupid not to ask for her help, though I’m sure she would offer it all of her own accord. “All your lives are on me. And I’ll be damned if I don’t use the skills of those around me to make sure you all survive.”

“But you’ll keep her in the dark just because of her last name. I thought we were past this with her.” He says sadly, clearly knowing he’s lost.

I hate agreeing with Xaden. I want to fight for her like Bodhi is right now. But there’s too many lives at risk.

“We'll let her in one day Bodhi. Just not yet.” I tell him.

Bodhi turns and looks at me, guilt coursing through me with how he looks at me. Disappointed. Yeah… so was I Bodhi.

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[sturniololuvz]

hi can u do the triplets 5 year old sister came home with a bad grade and her dad yelled at her and the triplets comforted her after and let her sleep with them

aww

“Safe With Us”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : crying , yelling

Y/N had never liked school, but she tried her best because she knew it made everyone happy—especially her dad. But today, her best hadn’t been enough.

She clutched the crumpled test paper in her tiny hands as she stepped into the house, her heart pounding. The big, red “F” stared back at her, making her stomach twist. She knew she was supposed to hide it, but her dad asked about school the second she walked in.

And when she showed him the paper, everything went wrong.

“What is this, Y/N?” he snapped, holding the test up.

She swallowed hard. “I tried really hard…”

“Trying isn’t enough! You need to do better!” His voice was loud—too loud. “You’re not some dumb kid, so stop acting like one!”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she bit her lip to keep them from falling. She hated when people yelled at her, especially her dad. She wanted to say something, to explain how hard the test was, how she got nervous and forgot everything—but she couldn’t.

Her dad sighed harshly, running a hand down his face. “Go to your room. I don’t want to hear excuses.”

Y/N didn’t argue. She turned and ran upstairs, sniffling as she went straight to the triplets’ room instead of her own. She didn’t want to be alone.

Chris, Matt, and Nick were sitting on the floor, playing a video game, but the second she pushed the door open, all three of them looked up.

Nick’s face immediately fell. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

That was all it took. The tears she had been holding back came rushing out, and she ran straight into Chris’s arms, sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey—what happened?” Chris asked softly, rubbing her back.

She sniffled, burying her face into his hoodie. “I got a bad grade… and Daddy yelled at me.”

Chris stiffened, his jaw clenching. “He yelled at you?”

She nodded, her tiny hands gripping his sweatshirt. “He said I need to do better, but I tried, I really did.”

Matt exchanged a look with Nick, both of them clearly pissed off.

Nick scooted closer, brushing some hair out of her tear-streaked face. “Y/N, listen to me. You’re five. You’re not supposed to be perfect at everything.”

Chris squeezed her a little tighter. “And even if you got a bad grade, that doesn’t mean you’re not smart. You are smart, and you’re gonna learn.”

Matt leaned in. “And you know what? One bad grade isn’t a big deal. You don’t need to be scared, okay? We’ll help you next time.”

Y/N sniffled again, peeking up at them. “You’re not mad at me?”

Chris pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Mad at you? Never. Mad at Dad for making you feel bad? Yeah.”

Nick nodded. “He shouldn’t have yelled at you, Y/N. That wasn’t fair.”

Matt wiped her cheeks gently. “But don’t worry, baby. You’re with us now. You’re safe.”

Y/N let out a small, shaky breath. “Can I sleep with you guys tonight?”

Chris didn’t even hesitate. “Of course.”

Nick smiled. “You’re always welcome here.”

Matt grabbed the blanket from his bed and wrapped it around her. “Let’s get comfy, okay?”

Y/N finally started to relax as they tucked her between them, making sure she felt warm and safe.

Her dad might have made her feel small, but her brothers? They made her feel like she was enough. Always.

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@konartiste Thank you for the tag! CAKE is a nice word! (I love baking cakes) and I decided to share some excerpt of my orignial works and one LOTR WIP... Who knows? It might motivate me going back to them.

Disclaimer : all those WIP need heavy editing and correction. please be kind! 🤣

C-Boromir's special day - A story about Faramir remembering his big brother. (This letter!!!!!!)

Clearly, something was bothering him. Something about today. He shook his head, too tired to remember, but there was reason to smile on this beautiful morning. One of them was still fast asleep at his side, blond hair splayed across the pillow. Faramir had to stop himself or he would have kissed her. But he knew his wife better than that. And he had no desire to wake the dragon she might be. As quietly as he could, he left the bed and after a quick wash of face and hands in cold water, he put on his clothes. One last look at the form in the thick wool of their bed and Faramir left.

A- The Saga of the Rising Moon - An original work, left on the page. I started writing in French and then found it too difficult. Another WIP. The story follows Aysun, the daughter of the moon god. It is in the aftermath of another war between the gods. And there is a particularly nasty one that Aysun is trying to stop. But things are never what they seem.

At those words, the leader reacted with a small snort. Then Jarek realized that she was a woman. A rich woman with two bodyguards? Did she even know how to use that sword? But he knew that a wrong assumption could lead to a quick death for both of them. So he kept his guard up while he added with a slight bow, "My lady, I understand that this is an unpleasant moment for you. But we can end this quickly with a little help from all of you. I'm sure you want to reach the warmth of an inn as much as we do. Give us what we ask and then go. As I said, all we need is a few coins and some clothes. Then you and I can go back to our respective lives..."

K - In the name of God - An original work I have stopped working on for a while. Set in a world that looks like a "Conan" movie but in a post-apocalyptic time. Tribes at war, political and religious turmoil. The heroine has been chosen by a god... And it is the cause of a lot of trouble, not the least because the God of War has chosen a woman as his anointed.

Kassara shook her head and looked at Kestrel, now lost in thought. With a grin on her lips, she walked towards the fragrant shop of a baker, well aware of her old friend's weakness. She wouldn't let him brood over it, and she wouldn't let her mood darken either. She hid her laughter behind a cough when Kestrel, finally realizing where they had stopped, made a small rumbling sound with his throat.

E - The Dark Lady by the Sea - Original work. Finished but not edited yet. I am stalling… It is a VERY long work and I know I still have so many things to find to make it better. The story is set in a medieval fantasy where magic is hardly present. We follow Domicia and Joscelin and the conflict between the nations of Callistina and Worlingar (names to be changed) that threatens everything they love.

Even though they were rumors. Though some of the peasants and citizens had heard them, most of the Callistinans had been relieved. Mathias was known and respected. To have him replace the Mad King had been a blessing to many. The Holy Empire had made a mistake. Did they really think her people would overthrow her? But stranger things had happened, and so Domicia would not ignore rumors and small skirmishes. She would come and talk and fight. But it was exhausting. And she knew that an accident could happen quickly outside of the castle. Who could stop an archer from shooting her? She never thought about it while she was riding. But when she was back in her room or in her command tent, she lay in the dark with her eyes wide open. She could have died today. Every day she was lucky to be alive. They had to find a way to stop this. At any cost. But was there a solution without bloodshed?

WIP Word Train

Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

Thank you to @hobbitwrangler !!! ♥️ I tried to follow your lead by using a different WIP for each letter, though that was hard because I don’t usually have too many going at once! In any event, my word was GIFT.

G — A Sister’s Son (the birth and death of Théodred from Elfhelm’s view)

Grimbold was already at work restoring order to the ranks, arraying men and arms where they would be needed should the retreat of the enemy prove only temporary, but Elfhelm had no mind for those tasks now, knelt down in the freezing rain at Théodred’s side. Have pity on us, Béma, he pleaded, equal parts desperate and outraged. He isn’t yours to take.

I — Untitled Prequel to Askance showing Vidumavi and Valacar meeting and falling in love

[Vidumavi:] “If what I’ve heard of Gondor is true, their prince may be more comfortable taking his guidance and direction from Vidusunus or one of the other men.”

Vidugavia laughed and shook his head. “I’m not worried about giving Valacar a little discomfort. No one ever got smarter or stronger or braver by being comfortable. If he’s truly here to learn, he’ll do well to take his lessons from you.”

F - Untitled fic about Dúnhere and his wife Lithcynd, the architect of the muster of Rohan

Four months shy of thirty, striding around in a decidedly unladylike pair of trousers with a messy top-knot and a mouth that inclined toward profanity, no outsider would have pegged her as the Lady of Harrowdale or the finest logistical mind in Rohan.

T - Sleepless (little character study of Elfhelm up late one night on the road to Minas Tirith)

The barrier between what a man thought and what he would say aloud grew its thinnest in the moonlight, and Elfhelm found himself drawn aside more often after dark by those with a sense of urgency to their words, a need to share worries and hopes or to unburden secrets before the chance was lost forever.

No pressure tags to @konartiste @sotwk @torchwood-99 @foxinarda @lady-of-ithilien or anyone else who’d like to give it a try. Your word will be STAR.

[musingsunderstarlight]

To accuse radfems of deeming the current transgender rhetoric as their single most important issue is wildly wrong and misogynistic. I have not seen a single radfem on here blogging only about trans people, aside from blogs that are specifically for “receipts” documenting the endless bullying, harassment and violent threats that these people hurl at women every day. Radblr is where I learned so much more about issues affecting all women all around the world, why they happen, and the infinite number of ways in which all of our problems are rooted in the single common thread that is male supremacy.

“TERF” is a word meant to be used only as a silencing tactic because it is an oxymoron. You cannot be a radical feminist who “excludes” (more on that word later) all trans people by nature of female people who identify as trans men. Progressives have come to use TERF on any woman (notably never a man) who spouts any transgender-critical opinion, even the ones who openly declare they are not feminists. Again, this is because it is meant as a silencing tactic.

Furthermore, it is extremely misogynistic to call a branch of feminist theory “exclusionary” because it means you do not believe women should be allowed to advocate for their own rights. Something cannot be exclusionary if it was never meant for you. Are prominent black activists being “exclusionary” for not talking about, say, white rappers in their activism? Not to mention that your examples of women being exclusionary are typically relegated to women’s reactions to the erosion of women-only spaces. If anyone can be a woman, and self-ID carries no risks, then you should be opposed to sex/gender segregation entirely. But if you believe that it’s necessary for trans women, then what is your approach for protecting women (and trans women by your logic) from men who could “pretend” to be trans in order to gain access to women’s spaces? If you don’t think it’s necessary, then clearly trans women have no urgent need to be in women’s-only spaces. Just saying that it doesn’t happen isn’t true, and saying it’s “rare” means you think that some women are ok to be sacrificed in the name of males who say they are women.

Why are trans people’s single most important enemy the women who simply want rights for females and not the overwhelming majority of attackers and rapists of trans women which are men?

“How are you oppressed by roughly 800,000 people, who hold basically zero societal power at the current moment, and are actively targeted by the current political situation?”

This question is an egregious, vile dismissal of all women and a perfect illustration of how people like you are so steeped in misogyny as elaborated above. Again, no feminist is out here attacking, raping, murdering or discriminating against transgender women. We are not denying them jobs or housing, nor do we support such discrimination. You cannot meaningfully analyze the inherent homophobia of men towards all gender-nonconforming males without the acknowledgement of female people as a sex class and patriarchy as a structural system meant to favor males. Simply because the oppressor class also oppresses groups within their own class does not make those groups women. Gender-nonconforming men are no exception. Pretending that male supremacy does not exist does not help the countless number of gay men who undergo transition in order to alleviate the sex dysphoria that is caused by the gender dynamics in patriarchy that places the female sex as synonymous with femininity/submission and the male sex with masculinity/domination.

Feminists, especially lesbians and GNC women, have historically been outspoken supporters of GNC men. But then your side chose to accuse men afflicted with sex dysphoria of being trans-medicalists. You chose to prioritize the feelings of men who said “I can participate in feminine gender stereotypes and call myself female for this reason alone.”

After all your misdirected anger at women for the way a small group of males are treated by other males you ask, “How are you oppressed?” How can you not call it oppression when you tell women they are no longer female? That they are not allowed to have the language to talk about issues that specifically impact them for being female? That it’s ok if some of us are routinely sacrificed to males with a fetish? That little girls who get their genitalia cut off is the same as a man who is bullied for wanting to wear makeup? YOUR SIDE chose to attack us for simply existing and cried victim when we spoke up about it. Give me a fucking break.

Welcome to RadicalFeministRoots, a space dedicated to deconstructing patriarchy from its very core and addressing the societal domination of women by men.

Here, we dive into the radical roots of feminism, exploring its historical foundations, key thinkers, and revolutionary practices that resist the existing political and social systems. We critique patriarchal institutions, from the nuclear family to the state, and envision a world free from oppressive gender roles.

We support trans-inclusive, intersectional radical feminism, rejecting TERF ideology, and focusing on solidarity across all movements for liberation.