#//there was no reason for this to get so LONG jesus CHRIST

[lovebillyhargrove]

Billy opens his eyes in September 1985, in Hawkins hospital, and he's not happy to be alive. If you asked him, he would've preferred to stay dead or — unfortunately he never was dead — in a coma. Lying in bed like a withering away vegetable, blissfully unaware of his own existence or non-existence.

Gods have not been that merciful. Hargrove wakes up and doesn't even know his own body anymore. He needs to learn everything anew, starting with walking, or eating usual food — like an 18-year-old baby, for fuck's sake.

He's also bitter at everyone — yeah, for not fucking telling him !!

Except for Neil. Neil gets another kind of bitterness — quieter, darker, drowned in neverending pain.

Max gets a

"Fuck off, Maxine and shut the damn door." Said to the wall.

The gang of monster-hunters aren't even allowed to take a peek at her angry (and "that dude is so badass") brother.

Owens gets a

"Just leave me alone, Doc. I'm clean, and don't give a fuck about conquering the world anymore. Wasn't able to take a piss without a catheter until recently. I've got problems of a different level to deal with now."

When Steve opens the door to Billy's room, he actually gets talked to.

"Billy? .. Can I come in? .. Hey .. Hi."

Hargrove doesn't look like himself. He's too skinny, un-tanned, has some kind of a scanty beard, even longer hair, and looks like Jesus Christ.

Steve still can't believe it's happening. To come back to life after what Billy's been through? Impossible.

Maybe they put a dummy in the hospital bed.

The dummy opens its eyes, reluctantly turns its head towards Harrington, who is still hovering over the threshold, and doesn't say a word.

"How ..?" Steve's clearing his throat, cause sounds suddenly get stuck in it. "How are you .. feeling?"

The mannequin, who is probably Billy after all, blinks sadly and curls his lips

"Awesome, amigo."

Whew, damn, he's talking.

"Does .. does anything hurt?"

The guy looks at him like he's the dumbest idiot

"My ass hurts. I've been lying here for so long, I don't even know anymore if I have one or not."

Harrington wants to giggle, but that would sound extremely impolite.

He bites his lower lip.

"You look good."

Billy grins maliciously, and Steve is still shifting from foot to foot

"You're.." What's wrong with him?

"Listen, you're.."

"Get out."

"Uhm .. what?"

"You think you're so .. nice? Paying a visit to a poor sick guy? Why? To be a good fucking person? Get the fuck out of here."

"A good .. what?!" Steve tries to move closer to the bed but .. that's definitely stupid. He just feels like a ridiculous scarecrow in the field, with his ears burning

"That's not .. Hargrove. I actually .."

"Fuck you. I don't need you to come here."

"Okay, just .."

"Get lost!" Billy raises his voice

"Can I .."

"NURSE !!"

God.

"Alright! Get better!"

Asshole. Steve slams the door.

***

Three days later, he again tries to visit the boy who is definitely a nobody to him, and Billy again refuses to see him.

You know what, this is just too much ..! Silly games in the sandbox.

As if they weren't two reasonable adults. As if Steve hadn't watched Hargrove die horrifically, and as if he hadn't accompanied him to the hospital in the ambulance that night. Well, he himself was pretty beaten up, and needed a ride to the hospital, so it was kinda .. on the way, but still.

He sort of cared.

Was worried sick, to be honest.

And, listen, Steve generally doesn't take rejection well when he cares about something. Someone.

He's also sure of one thing — water wears the stone away.

So Steve shows up at the hospital again. Just to remind Billy of his existence, hang around the hallway, and when the door opens, give him a deliberately friendly smile and a wave of his hand.

Maybe he's here not to see Hargrove at all, he's got other stuff to do. Maybe he was just passing room number eight by accident.

Harrington is amused at Billy's face every time the guy catches a glimpse of Steve in his vicinity.

The patient either switches on complete indifference and sits there with a pompous ass face, as if they don't even know each other, or hisses like a pissed off cat.

Or he conspiratorially whispers something to the nurse when Harrington peers through the half-closed door — most likely asking her not to let Steve into the room under any circumstances.

But the former king didn't fall off the banana truck either. He has his own ways of influencing others — and begs nurse Miller, who seems to him more compassionate than nurse Fieldstone, to pass Hargrove a note

Dude, talk to me.

Steve turns to Max with a request — to collect some tapes from her brother's room, Metallica, Scorpions, Ratt, Mötley Crüe and his other favorite bands,

And asks Mrs. Miller to give them to the moody patient along with an expensive new Sony cassette player, which Harrington bought yesterday on Main Street.

The next day the player is waiting for Steve at the reception — Billy refused to accept the gift, but Harrington does not give in.

"Could you please put it in the drawer of the bedside table, preferably when he is asleep?"

The plan seems to have worked, at least the player is no longer returned. The guy must be climbing walls from hospital boredom.

One day Harrington gets lucky — he's going up to the second floor and bumps into Hargrove, who is being wheeled somewhere in a chair

"Oh, hi! Hello, Mrs. Miller!"

The nurse nods to him. Billy will not make a scene in front of all people, so he reluctantly grits out through his teeth

"Hi."

"How are you?"

"Great."

Steve notices Billy's cheeks turning pink, and the boy is hiding his eyes — he's obviously not very happy that they met like that, when he is in such a helpless state, for Hargrove has always been the machiest macho, hated any manifestation of weakness. And here he is — in a wheelchair.

"Where are you going?"

The guy's patience snaps loose

"Fuck off, will you?"

Well, let's not tempt the fate too hard.

"Have a nice day, Billy!" Steve is impeccably polite, unlike the frowning patient. However, was that not a whole conversation?

Harrington definitely calls it progress.

..

One wonderful autumn day, Steve decides to take an ultimate risk. He is in great mood, and he wants to share it.

Harrington swerves through the streets, listening to the radio while driving, a soft smile playing on his lips. On the way to the hospital, Harrington stops at the "Hawkins Bloom" flower shop and buys a bouquet. Whether it's chrysanthemums or dahlias, he doesn't know.

"What kind of flowers does your girlfriend prefer? Here's a beautiful autumn combination .."

"That's not for a girlfriend. It's uh .. for a friend .. he's in hospital? Something more modest, perhaps? But tasteful. Not cheap."

He feels like he's making excuses

Why the hell ..?

Jesus.

Billy definitely won't like this idea, but Steve's gonna do it anyways.

Cause he feels like it. That's valid enough.

So Steve buys the flowers and brings them to the room. He enters brazenly, without asking permission, puts them on the nightstand and moves it away from the bed — so that Billy cannot reach the bouquet and throw it at the visitor.

Oh, and let Hargrove puff, huff and even chuckle stupidly a couple of times as much as he wants — nothing escapes Steve's attentive eyes — blushing and demanding

"Take away these ugly fucking twigs! Are you out of your fucking mind, Harrington?"

Also, threatening him with physical violence

"I would so whip your ass with it, honestly."

Now that's an interesting offer, now we're talking

Harrington only winks at him, smiles

"Get well, okay?"

And rushes out of the room.

..

Like hardest ice under the persistent heat of the bright spring sun, Hargrove has no choice but to start thawing off, little by little.

One day, Steve arrives at the hospital during reception hours, pokes his head into room number eight

"So how are you? Maybe we should talk?"

Hargrove defiantly rolls his eyes and sighs as though he's so hopelessly tired

"You're such a fucking pain in the ass."

Steve shrugs.

"We are broken up anyway, even though we weren't even together for real, Harrington. Never. For the record. So don't get too carried away."

Billy keeps on grumbling

"You think you brought flowers, gifts, notes, so what? I'm not your chick, for fuck's sake!"

"Well, can we be friends?"

"Nah."

That's fine. He'll come around.

Oh, and did Steve forget to mention they did hook up before all the Mindflayer business went down? Must've slipped his mind in all the commotion.

[dinsbeskar]

VANESSA

A MASTERPIECE

THAT WAS SO HOT???? AND SHE IS SO FABULOUS??? SUB AND DOM SAURON???? CHEST HAIR MENTION???

I bloody love that gif, like "don't start" is so weirdly hot, it makes me a bit feral tbh

“Dispute about a woman,” he said, leaning his arms against the bars, as you raised your eyebrows. “Don’t start…,” he murmured and his gaze fell down to your hand. “I see you haven't forgotten me. Or the things we did together,” he continued and you rolled your eyes. You hid your hand behind your back, and with it the ring on your finger.

WHOOP WHOOP "DON'T START" WHY DO I LIKE THIS SO MUCH?? WHO CAN SAY???

Oof I love this though, hints at much deeper backstory, sets them up so well, love it!!

“To be honest, it was just a coincidence at first. But when I stepped onto this island and felt your presence, I knew that fate had brought me here. Back to the only woman who was ever able to love me. And maybe, after all these years, she is ready to stand by my side.”

OH GOD OUCH

"The only woman who was ever able to love me" oh god my heart???? Oh god???????

With a snort, you ripped your hand from his power. “I wear this ring to remind me of one thing. That I will never trust the words of a moron like you again.”

AHHHHHHH HILARIOUS, GET STUFFED SAURON 😂😂😂

“To be honest, I'd much rather be alone right now,” you replied, but he didn't seem to care what you wanted. He sat down on the bench opposite you and looked at you with a hungry look. “Believe me, I can tell when someone doesn't want to be alone. And the way you're drinking that wine, you definitely need some distraction,” he explained and you snorted.

Ugh this fucking guy, I was already hoping our man would come along to fuck him up, god I hate kemen 😂

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this,” the mortal gasped against your lips and you had to control yourself from rolling your eyes. “You better be quiet and keep kissing me,” you replied and your lips collided again. But just as his hands were about to wander down your body, he stopped.

Lmfao I love how she's like, meh go on then, you'll do, but don't fucking speak to me 😂

Or rather, someone ripped him away from you, causing him to stumble backwards into a few barrels that were behind him. “You better get out of here before I kill you,” Halbrand growled menacingly, making Kemen swallow hard. He gave you a last look, before he turned and hurried away.

YES!!! YES!!!!!! LMFAO YES

It's all I want, Halbrand save me from this awful fucking guy

Your fingers dug into the fabric of his clothes while he held your head in his hands. He devoured you completely, just as if he were a starving man. His tongue ran over yours while his other hand clung desperately to your hip.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH YES QUEEN GET SOME

I love the imagery, it's gorgeous, the way you write is amazing, beautiful and hot at the same time

“Go on, do it. Make me pay for it,” he growled, his voice full of desire, giving you goosebumps. “But you can't deny what your body is telling me so clearly. You're dying to feel me, aren't you?” he continued, his words against your mouth and you pressed him a little harder against the wall.

YES KING PLEASE

Jesus christ we all want him to pay for it, oh godddd

“Because otherwise you would have gone down with me,” he answered, the look in his eyes so honest that you slowly lowered the knife. “You want to hear the real reason I came to Númenor? It's you,” he added, raising his hand to stroke your cheek, but you clasped his wrist before he could touch you.

No no, no no?? My heart??? The emotions??? He was saving her???? Oh goddddd

Your eyes were locked, neither of you able to look away as you took his hand and ran your tongue over the bleeding wound in his palm. The sweet taste of his blood filled your senses and you saw his mouth open in a soft moan.

Oooof this was ridiculously hot 🔥

Soon his hands were everywhere, in your hair, on your ass and your breasts — but you had no intention of letting him take control. In the middle of the kiss you paused and looked up at him with an evil smile. “You really think I'll forgive you that easily?” you asked and he frowned. “I want you to beg. I want you to fall to your knees in front of me and beg for forgiveness,” you continued and his jaw tensed.

BEG FOR FORGIVENESS

A little sub!sauron as a treat, I loved this so much

“Please what?” you breathed and began to massage him through the fabric. “Use your words, deceiver,” you demanded and he growled in frustration at your choice of words.

EEEEEEEEEEEEE I WAS GIGGLING, KICKING MY FEET

“Of all the faces you've ever worn... this is my favorite, my dearest Mairon,” you whispered, slowly starting to move your hand up and down his length.

Same tbh, he is very pretty 😍

“You will be the death of me...” he said and took a step towards you, but you stopped him by placing your hand on his chest again, brushing your fingertips through the dark curls growing there.

CHEST HAIR MENTION *AIR HORN BLAST*

"You will be the death of me" is so weirdly romantic, like it's so morbid but so *chef's kiss*

“I would always fall to my knees for you, my love,” he whispered against your lips, gliding to the back of your knee with his rough hand and lifted your leg to his hip.

Oh fucking hell, mother of god, jesus, joseph, and the wee donkey

This had me on the floor, I was done, holy shit

“I have missed you, you have no idea how much. Even when I was nothing more than a mass without a body or a brain, all I could think about was that beautiful face and how much I loved fucking that beautiful little cunt,” he murmured and began to gently kiss up your jaw. “I wanted to marry you. I wanted you by my side. And in the end, I had no choice but to betray you — so I could protect you,” he continued, pressing a kiss just below your ear, the stubble making you shiver. “If I hadn't done that, you would have suffered the same fate as me. And unlike me, you wouldn't have come back.”

I WANT TO BECOME ONE WITH THE SEA

GORGEOUS

DECLARATIONS OF LOVE??? BE STILL MY BEATING VAGINA HEART

It caused your core to clench around his cock and a gasp escaped your lips. Your fingers slid over the lines, which disappeared right after, and his gaze met yours. “You are mine. You always have been,” he said, beginning to move his hips against yours. “You can never escape me.” With that, he pulled out of you before thrusting hard into you again, drawing a frustrated cry from you.

It's the possessiveness for me!!!! The obsession!!!!! The complete and utter devotion!!!! And it's so hot too!!!

“You will never be able to wash me from your soul. And even if I do, I will find you and defile it again, because you are mine.” Your head fell to the side and you breathed his name. “Mine.” Another thrust and a tremor in your body as you met his movement.

*bangs hands on desk* YES YES YES YESSSSS

"I will find you and defile it again" okay?? Please???

Absolutely bloody gorgeous

I'm in love with your writing, you're so talented, that was so beautiful and so hot, I am dead, deceased, transcended this mortal plain 🙌🤌🔥💜

FROM MY SOUL

pairing: halbrand/sauron x female!elf!reader

summary: you were betrayed by your great love sauron a long, long time ago. and when he returned, you want him to pay for what he did.

warnings: 18+, mdni, unprotected sex, jealous!sauron, handjob, oral (female receiving), p in v, rough sex, mentions of sub!sauron but switches to dom!sauron really fast (i couldn’t resist), blood licking, dark!reader

word count: 3k

note: i’m still alive at posting fics! 🙈 i think this is one of my personal favorites and i really hope you’ll like it too. xx also, i wanted to say thank you again, for all your support. it always encourages me so much. <33 and thanks to @sansaorgana for the gif inspiration, it hasn’t left my mind since then. 🤪

this fic is inspired by last night’s mascara by griff

THE RINGS OF POWER MASTERLIST

The air smelled musty as you entered the prison. But besides that disgusting stench, there was something else that caught your attention. A presence so powerful that it was impossible to resist.

“I'll be honest, when I first saw you here, I didn't want to believe it,” you said, the sound of your voice echoing off the walls. There was no reason to be secretive — after all, you were the only ones here.

“Sauron, the Dark Lord, has returned. And imagine, he is in Númenor. I wonder what he wants here?” you continued as you stopped in front of his cell. You knew how much he hated that name and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from saying it.

The man slowly sat up and kept his eyes on the floor in front of him. “You know exactly what I want here,” he said quietly and turned his head in your direction.

You could feel his gaze gliding over your body. Hot and full of desire. “Y/N, it's been a long time,” he continued, standing up to walk towards the bars and into the light of the torches.

Now you could see his face, which looked pretty scratched, he must have gotten into a fight with someone. “Do I want to know why you ended up in this cell?” you asked, raising an eyebrow slightly, which caused a smile on his lips.

“Dispute about a woman,” he said, leaning his arms against the bars, as you raised your eyebrows. “Don’t start…,” he murmured and his gaze fell down to your hand. “I see you haven't forgotten me. Or the things we did together,” he continued and you rolled your eyes. You hid your hand behind your back, and with it the ring on your finger.

“But that's not why you're here, am I right?” you asked, ignoring his words. “What brought you to Númenor?” With that, you stepped closer to him and looked him in the eyes, without any emotion.

There was a brief silence and only the faint rustling of the torches could be heard, then he began to speak. “To be honest, it was just a coincidence at first. But when I stepped onto this island and felt your presence, I knew that fate had brought me here. Back to the only woman who was ever able to love me. And maybe, after all these years, she is ready to stand by my side.”

In another time, his words might have triggered something in you, but now only an unimpressed laugh escaped your lips. “How long did it take you to rehearse that? A century?” you asked and Sauron frowned.

“Believe what you want,” he growled threateningly, his pride hurt by the slight undertone of mockery in your voice. “I’m only telling the truth.”

“Just as it is true that you betrayed me? Betrayed me at the moment when I needed you most? You knew what you were doing when you set the orcs on me out of fear that I might, one day, have more power than you could ever bear,” you spat out the words, but he didn't even blink.

“And yet you still wear that ring,” he noted, raising his hand as you raised yours in the same way. For a moment you stared at the silver band which shimmered in the light of the torches, remembering the moment he had put it on your finger.

It’s you and me against the world.

That was his promise. And he broke it with turning his back to you.

With a snort, you ripped your hand from his power. “I wear this ring to remind me of one thing. That I will never trust the words of a moron like you again.”

With that, you whirled around and left him behind, alone in the cell where he had brought himself into.

You would have loved to plunge your dagger into his chest, but you would have to wait. And patience was a virtue, after all.

The wine tingled as it ran down your throat and you sighed softly. It felt good and distracted you from the fact that your lover was on this island with you. That he was still alive, even though you had thought him dead for so long.

“You look like you could use some company,” a voice said, and when you raised your head, you looked into Kemen’s eyes.

“To be honest, I'd much rather be alone right now,” you replied, but he didn't seem to care what you wanted. He sat down on the bench opposite you and looked at you with a hungry look. “Believe me, I can tell when someone doesn't want to be alone. And the way you're drinking that wine, you definitely need some distraction,” he explained and you snorted.

“Oh, yeah? And you want to give me that distraction?” you asked skeptically, raising your eyebrows as you placed the mug on the wooden table.

Kemen just looked you in the eyes as he reached across the table for your hand. You looked down at his fingers that were holding yours and then raised your gaze again to look into his eyes.

A few moments later he was pushing your back against the wall of an alley while he greedily devoured your mouth. It wasn't that you found him attractive. He was a nasty little snake, but in that moment he could give you what you needed and that it was a distraction from the man, who hurt you so many centuries before but still held your heart in his hand.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this,” the mortal gasped against your lips and you had to control yourself from rolling your eyes. “You better be quiet and keep kissing me,” you replied and your lips collided again. But just as his hands were about to wander down your body, he stopped.

Or rather, someone ripped him away from you, causing him to stumble backwards into a few barrels that were behind him. “You better get out of here before I kill you,” Halbrand growled menacingly, making Kemen swallow hard. He gave you a last look, before he turned and hurried away.

With a heavy sigh, you wiped your mouth, erasing the feeling of his lips, as you casually pushed yourself away from the wall.

“Now you've chased him away. I just wanted to have a little fun,” you said with a sly smile, which made Halbrand snort.

“Seriously? He's not even attractive. Nor even worthy of you. Besides...” he began, moving closer. “I'm the only one who's allowed to touch you like this.” You could see his eyes darken and you took a step towards him. Your hand went to his chest and you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“Sweetheart, who can touch me is still my decision. And it's definitely not you,” you said, pushing past him and wanting to leave to follow your toy, but he grabbed your wrist.

“It's you and me against the world,” he said, making you freeze. You closed your eyes, let the words sink in and gathered all your hatred before turning around and shoving him in the chest. “You damn bastard! Do you really think that I will fall for these words again? That I will give myself to you again as if you hadn't ripped my heart out of my chest?”

By now he was standing with his back pressed against the wall and stared at you with a wild look. Your breathing was heavy and you were about to slap him, but instead your mouths collided.

Your fingers dug into the fabric of his clothes while he held your head in his hands. He devoured you completely, just as if he were a starving man. His tongue ran over yours while his other hand clung desperately to your hip.

An angry growl escaped your lips as you pulled away from him again, grabbing the dagger from under the skirt of your dress to press it against his throat. “I hate you. I hate you for what you did to me. You promised to give me everything. Instead, you took everything from me. And I will make you pay for that,” you hissed against his lips, but he didn't seem to care at all.

“Go on, do it. Make me pay for it,” he growled, his voice full of desire, giving you goosebumps. “But you can't deny what your body is telling me so clearly. You're dying to feel me, aren't you?” he continued, his words against your mouth and you pressed him a little harder against the wall.

The dagger was still at his throat and he slowly raised his hand. He wrapped it around the blade and pushed it away, causing pitch-black blood to ooze from his hand and drip onto the floor. “You know I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. I wanted you by my side, believe me,” he said and pushed himself away from the wall, forcing you to back away. The blade was still cutting into his skin, but you didn't think about letting it down.

“Then why did you betray me?” you asked him, your voice shaking with suppressed anger.

“Because otherwise you would have gone down with me,” he answered, the look in his eyes so honest that you slowly lowered the knife. “You want to hear the real reason I came to Númenor? It's you,” he added, raising his hand to stroke your cheek, but you clasped his wrist before he could touch you.

Your eyes were locked, neither of you able to look away as you took his hand and ran your tongue over the bleeding wound in his palm. The sweet taste of his blood filled your senses and you saw his mouth open in a soft moan.

The dagger fell from your hand and onto the ground as Halbrand's lips crashed against yours again. He groaned as his tongue touched yours again and he could taste his own blood.

Soon his hands were everywhere, in your hair, on your ass and your breasts — but you had no intention of letting him take control. In the middle of the kiss you paused and looked up at him with an evil smile. “You really think I'll forgive you that easily?” you asked and he frowned. “I want you to beg. I want you to fall to your knees in front of me and beg for forgiveness,” you continued and his jaw tensed.

Before he could protest, you pushed him back against the wall again and your hand stroked the bulge in his pants. “Do you have any idea how much pain you've caused me? How many times I've wished you were alive so I could be the one to stab a damn dagger into your heart?” you said and Sauron hissed as you applied light pressure to his erection.

You could feel his cock twitching in his pants, desperate for your touch, but you were far from finished.

“I turned my back on the Valar, and yet I begged them to wash you from my soul. Your touches, your kisses, everything that was left of you,” a tear ran down your cheek, “so that I no longer have to bear the pain of your betrayal, but they did not hear me,” you continued, pushing his hand up. Fresh blood had oozed from the wound, but instead of licking it up, you smeared it on the skin of his neck.

You slowly leaned forward, one hand in his hair, pulling his head back. “And here you are and I finally get the chance to take my revenge,” you whispered before sliding your tongue over his neck and licking the blood from his skin.

Halbrand shuddered and gasped as he moved his hips against your body. But you wouldn't give him that release. You wanted to hear him beg for it.

“Please,” escaped his lips and you bit your lower lip.

“Please what?” you breathed and began to massage him through the fabric. “Use your words, deceiver,” you demanded and he growled in frustration at your choice of words.

“Please, touch me,” he said and you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Without saying another word, you opened his pants and took his cock in your hand, which made Halbrand almost gasped in relief. With your other hand you gently brushed some hair from his face and he leaned almost longingly into your touch.

“Of all the faces you've ever worn... this is my favorite, my dearest Mairon,” you whispered, slowly starting to move your hand up and down his length.

His eyes closed and his head fell to the side as you squeezed a little harder, causing him to moan softly. “How does that feel?” you asked, pausing when he didn't answer. “Have you lost your voice?” you breathed against his lips and he growled softly.

“It feels good. Finally feeling your touch again... I've been longing for this for so—” he broke off as you ran your thumb over the tip and smeared the precum.

“Fuck!” he groaned and you couldn't help but smile. “That's the plan,” you replied and started moving your hand faster until his cock began to twitch in your hand. His breathing became deeper and you could tell he was close, but you weren't finished yet.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, you let go of him and his moan turned into a frustrated growl. “You damn...” the words died in his throat as he opened his eyes and his gaze fell on your naked body.

He could see how much you wanted him too, because your arousal was clearly visible on the inside of your thighs, practically inviting him to taste you.

“You will be the death of me...” he said and took a step towards you, but you stopped him by placing your hand on his chest again, brushing your fingertips through the dark curls growing there.

“No, not yet. Not until you're ready to kneel for me,” you said, but he decided your dominance was over now. He came closer, your hand now trapped between your bodies, and slid his hand over the curve of your ass.

“I would always fall to my knees for you, my love,” he whispered against your lips, gliding to the back of your knee with his rough hand and lifted your leg to his hip.

With a smile, you leaned against the stone wall behind you and looked him in the eyes as he slid his finger through your folds. After that, he raised his finger to his lips and licked up your wetness, making you whimper.

“Are you getting impatient now?” Sauron asked, unable to suppress a grin, then, without warning, he sank to his knees and guided your leg so that it was over his shoulder.

Finally, he dove between your legs and ran his tongue through your folds. Your body trembled under the intensity of the touch and you clung your hands to his hair. Your lips were slightly open, but no sound came out.

Only when he dipped his tongue into your wetness, did you moan and lean forward to press his head deeper between your legs. But Halbrand put a hand on your stomach and pushed your upper body back, so you had to lean against the wall again.

He started lapping at you as if you were his favorite meal and didn’t stop until you whimpered his name, then he pulled away from you and stood up.

“I have missed you, you have no idea how much. Even when I was nothing more than a mass without a body or a brain, all I could think about was that beautiful face and how much I loved fucking that beautiful little cunt,” he murmured and began to gently kiss up your jaw. “I wanted to marry you. I wanted you by my side. And in the end, I had no choice but to betray you — so I could protect you,” he continued, pressing a kiss just below your ear, the stubble making you shiver. “If I hadn't done that, you would have suffered the same fate as me. And unlike me, you wouldn't have come back.”

His hand lifted your leg to his hip again and you felt him stroking your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“What if I hadn't managed to escape? What if they had killed me?” you asked him before letting out a shaky breath. “Oh love, I never doubted you, so why should I have started with that?”

With those words, he thrusted his entire length into you. A breathless cry escaped you, and as you looked into Halbrand's eyes, could see the darkness spreading in them. Dark lines became visible on the skin around his eyes for a split second, making him seem so much more menacing — but to you, even more attractive.

It caused your core to clench around his cock and a gasp escaped your lips. Your fingers slid over the lines, which disappeared right after, and his gaze met yours. “You are mine. You always have been,” he said, beginning to move his hips against yours. “You can never escape me.” With that, he pulled out of you before thrusting hard into you again, drawing a frustrated cry from you.

“You will never be able to wash me from your soul. And even if I do, I will find you and defile it again, because you are mine.” Your head fell to the side and you breathed his name. “Mine.” Another thrust and a tremor in your body as you met his movement.

Suddenly he slipped out of you, grabbed with both hands under your thighs and lifted you up so that you had to wrap your legs around his waist. Seconds later he was inside you again and fucked you mercilessly against the wall.

The rough stone scratched your back while the most sinful sounds escaped your lips.

And when he felt you approaching your climax, he put a hand on your cheek and stroked your lower lip with his thumb. Your eyes met again and you could hear him in your head. Heard the words in the Black Speech that made you fall apart.

You and me against the world.

And you realized, that it was true. You could never really wash him from your soul.

2024 notreallythatlost

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

“You need to stop cursing in front of Yev before he picks it up.” 

Mickey rolled his eyes, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Ian stared pointedly while pulling out a shopping cart, gently easing Yev into the spot where the kids got to sit. “Fat fucking chance of that happening.” 

“Mickey.” 

“Jesus, stop naggin’ me,” he complained. Ian pushed the cart towards the fresh produce, which his boyfriend was going to avoid altogether. “Who gives a shit what he says? You think a Milkovich is gonna grown up fuckin’ pure or something?”

Ian examined the carrots, responding to him without looking. “We should try to curb it before he starts school so he’s not influencing all the other kids.”

Mickey stared at him blankly for a few seconds. “Who gives a shit about those other kids? Since when do you give a shit?” 

A sigh escaped past Ian’s lips. He knew his reason here wouldn’t go over well. “Lana pulled me aside and told me she wants us to stop cursing so much.” 

As predicted, his boyfriend was less than pleased. “Who cares what that bitch says? Like she’s any better.” 

“She doesn’t want Yev to be like that, though.” 

“No, she doesn’t want Yev to be like me,” he said with a scoff. “She can get the fuck over it.” 

Ian rolled his eyes hard. He smiled down at Yev, brushing some hair back. “Don’t repeat what your daddy says, okay, Yevy?” 

“Why?” Yev tilted his head. 

“Because they’re bad words,” Ian ignored Mickey’s snort. “Only grown ups can use them.” 

“Nah,” Mickey butted into the conversation, “you can use ‘em, but it’s gotta be for a good reason.” 

“Like what?” Yev asked, confused. 

Ian shot him a dirty look. “He’s joking, Yevy. There’s not really a good reason-” 

“You know, if other kids are being little shits or-” Mickey thought this over, “fuck, I don’t know. If you think the situation calls for it, use it.”

“Oh,” Yev said understandingly. 

“Is anyone going to listen to me?” Ian felt like he’d have a better outcome by talking to a damn wall. 

“Been tryin’ not to,” Mickey answered. 

Jesus Christ. Ian took a deep breath, plastering on a smile for Yev. “Don’t listen to Daddy. He doesn’t mean it.” 

“Sure I fucking do.” 

“Was that a good reason?” Yev said with a grin. 

“Damn right it was.” 

“No,” Ian snapped. He looked accusingly at his boyfriend. “You’re doing it on purpose now.” 

“Can't prove it,” Mickey shrugged. It might’ve sounded convincing to someone else if he didn’t have that little infuriating smirk peeking out. 

Most of the time spent in the store was uneventful, unless one counted the two times he was stopped by a couple of old ladies to admire and coo over Yev. The kid was a real charmer; he beamed at them, soaking all the attention up. For Ian, it was less comfortable, particularly because one of them mentioned a granddaughter around his age that she would be delighted to give him the phone number for. 

Needless to say, he got out of there fast. 

Elsewhere in the store, he tried to ensure they were getting some fruits and vegetables into the cart, after seeing how...lacking the Milkovich fridge was. Mickey, of course, was not interested in the slightest. He made a beeline for the pizza beagles, tossing them in carelessly. 

“Do we really need three bags?” 

“Fuck off,” came Mickey’s automatic response. Ian rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t forget Mandy wants some chips. Iggy ate all hers.” 

“Then she can go get some herself. She’s got money.”

“She’s working, Mick.” 

“So what? She can’t go afterwards?” Mickey waved a hand uncaringly. 

Asshole, Ian thought. 

When they made it to the chip aisle, Mickey was already there, having walked ahead. He searched for his own chips, while Ian looked for the kind Mandy mentioned she wanted. 

Side-by-side, Mickey glanced at Ian.. “You know, he hasn’t picked up on it yet.” That was technically true, even though Yev was exposed to everyone in the house doing so. “So you and Mother Russia can chill out.” 

“You’re just saying that because you can’t go without saying fuck for five minutes.” 

Mickey knocked into Ian’s shoulder with his knuckles. It really fucking hurt. 

“Ow,” Ian grumbled. 

“You gotta be kidding me?” Mickey wasn’t looking at Ian, but rather the endless chip options. “What?” Ian was rubbing his the spot where he was hit, hoping to ease away some of the pain. 

“They’re out of barbecue pringles!” 

“What the fuck?” Yev said loudly. 

An older lady nearby gaped at hearing such language from someone so young. Ian sighed in defeat, while Mickey was unfazed. He flung a hand in his son’s direction, nodding. 

“My thoughts exactly, Little Man.” 

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @mysqueerion   ⟶   ❛  (( @ craig )): “Pizza will never cheat on you.”  ❜   ╱   (  about pizza , accepting .  )

Craig did not know if he had ever been cheated on before, and if he had, he didn’t care about it.  The most serious relationship he’d ever had had been with Tweek, and he thought it would have been a mercy to have Tweek cheat on him.  It would have meant that he was not completely alone in dealing with the other’s bullshit, that somebody else was taking care of him, just more quietly and behind the scenes.  Maybe Craig wouldn’t have stayed with him until things literally blew up if he hadn’t felt so much like Tweek’s one connection to the outside world.

Maybe Craig had even done what some people considered ‘emotional cheating’ on Tweek, he wasn’t sure.  But he didn’t immediately nullify his crush on Heidi Turner or his desire for a girlfriend just because he felt like he had to be with Tweek, and maybe some of that spilled over and got noticed by someone who privately thought him terrible for it.

Since Tweek, he had tried to date casually, to middling success.  Nothing ever got serious or ever lasted long enough to be considered a real partnership.  It was mostly just him hanging out with people—like Clara behind the funnel cake stand, whose brown eyes caught dazzling topaz at sunset.  That had just been one of those summer things, spurned on by the warm evening air and the brilliance of the world around them, and it lasted three weeks.  She found him disagreeable outside of work, boring against the monochromatic backdrop of reality, and she told him so one night.  He hadn’t said much back to her and certainly didn’t stop her when she turned on her heel and left in a huff, and he ate far fewer funnel cakes.  He didn’t miss her.  Had she been seeing other guys during that time, it would not have gutted him.

He sighed, which was supposed to be an attempt at a laugh, but Kenny’s words were not especially funny, and he could not gather up the will to pretend like they were.  “That’s some Facebook mom humor if I ever heard any,” he said, which was the subtlest way he had of conveying that it sounded like something his own mom would say.

Craig’s bitterest experience with cheating had not been experienced firsthand but instead came from his father, what he did to Craig’s mother, the subsequent messy divorce, the ruination of what had been one of South Park’s more stable families up to that point.  His mother hadn’t even told them when she first found out, trying to quietly plan an escape, wanting to take her time to get things in order.  Craig had thrown a wrench in those plans by catching his father in the act and needing to be pulled off the other woman he was with.  Thomas shoved Craig in the car with profuse apologies to his date at the time, and he shut down the tirade that followed by saying, You’ll understand when you’re a little older, with such an anguished look, half on the boy in the passenger seat and half on the road in front of him, that it sapped Craig of most of his will to fight.  He had stared out the window the rest of the way home and daydreamed about the future, when he would be old enough to understand why his father had done what he did.  His jaw was set hard, and he quickly blinked away every rush of tears that came upon him in the fifteen minute drive back to the Tucker residence, determined to be more composed and dutiful and loyal, more of a man than his father was presently acting.

Well, he was a little older now, and he still didn’t really get it.  Part of him did, and part of him didn’t.  He had been tempted to cheat on Tweek, so he sympathized with that part of it, the tantalization of achieving happiness in a miserable situation by any means necessary.  But he also hadn’t cheated on Tweek, though the desire had been there, and if any situation warranted cheating, it would have been that one.  As far as he knew, neither of his parents were hitting each other or hearing voices or on drugs.  They weren’t forced into it by someone else; they had chosen to get married.  It had been more or less easy for Craig to resist cheating on Tweek—by the end, he was far too preoccupied to think much about entertaining any other flirtation—so he still didn’t know why his father did it when his mother was, by all accounts, fine.  But he was trying, still working on conjuring up some empathy for his father’s side, never really getting there.

He looked over at Kenny, who had been stuffing himself and probably had not noticed Craig slipped off into thought.  He had no idea what the dude had been on about, whether he was venting or trying to comfort Craig somehow or simply offering up one of his quintessentially Kenneth McCormick colloquialisms.  “I mean, yeah, it sure won’t,” he said, certain his mystification was evident in the stitch of his eyebrows.  “Are you good, dude?  Did you break up with someone recently or something?”

[friendlyengie]

Draw a merc with ur left hand

This one never gets old

[boyfridged]

You may have already mentioned this in some of your other metas, and I just missed it, so please ignore this if it's redundant.

Do you think Bruce is projecting onto Jason by pushing him as a Robin? Obviously, Jason wanted to be Robin and was excited about it, and Bruce let Jason do other things, but (if I'm not mistaken) before Tim came into play, solidifying the whole Batman needs a Robin/support to keep him upright, Bruce and Dick becoming Batman and Robin, in the beginning, was also sort of a coping mechanism.

I think there are a few examples of Bruce enabling this kind of mindset. Like in Gotham Knights #43–44 (sorry), every time Barbara brings up Jason's inner turmoil, Bruce refocuses on his ability as a Robin; similarly, when Jason finds out about Two-Face and his dad, he is hurt, and Bruce acknowledges that but then does the same thing, zeroing in on reassuring Jason that he made a mistake but is still a good Robin.

Like, Jason got it from Bruce, but he unintentionally encouraged that kind of thinking.

oh, i definitely think that bruce is projecting on jason and that it profoundly affected jay. and, while every single one of your observations is apt, i would add that what truly made it so tragic is that he projected his own worst traits on jason while being blind to the fact that jay already shared his best qualities.

tldr: bruce projects himself on jason in terms of grief (saying that jason needs vigilantism to work his grief through) and sees his own worst traits in jason (anger) but doesn't see his own best traits in jay (compassion, love, and sensitivity). ironically, jason does end up developing all of the (projected) worst characteristics of bruce (obsessiveness, and relentlessness in pursuit of the respective perceived idea of justice). this happens even though they were barely present in his early storylines, and only ever manifested when jason was scared or lost. later, they truly came to be because of his trauma relating to vigilantism.

and the long, long version, coming with panels and quotes: under the cut.

first i want to say that the following analysis focuses very specifically on bruce's mistakes, but i don't view the overall of jay's upbringing by bruce solely in these terms. from text it is also clear that bruce deeply loves and cares about jay, and that jay enjoys being robin. now that this is clear, let's get to particularities, and start with jay's origin story.

i truly never stop thinking about the significance of bruce meeting jay in the crime alley, the place of his parents' death. there's a lot to be said about it, but here the focus is, of course, on the fact that he sees a little boy, very much similar to himself, angry and hurt, in the same scenery that brought him so much grief. and jay in some ways does appear to be a mirror of bruce's own agonies, as well as a mirror of his own inclination for seeking justice; and somehow, bruce fixates on the first one, while almost completely dismissing the latter.

bruce looks at him and assumes that the remedy to jason's pain and anger is being robin; and he doesn't stop to think about it. (it has to be noted that there's also classism at play, classism that is mostly a result of writers' own beliefs – collins did state in a couple of interviews that that the motivation behind jason's background was to make his introduction into vigilantism seem less offensive, as jason has already been exposed to crime...)

i think, in this context, it's interesting to look at the two-face storyline even closer, and from the start too. in the beginning, bruce talks of jason's 'street' roots and assumes jay would go "down the same criminal road that took his father [willis] to an early death." he also talks of jason making a lot of progress. later, in batman #411, after jason learns that willis has been killed by two-face, bruce comments that jay "has never been like this...listless...almost pouting--"

this all, along with jay's cheerful and diligent behaviour from the previous issue builds an interesting picture for us: because we essentially learn that jay has been overall an unproblematic child. bruce, of course, attributes this "progress" to the training. however, for anyone else, the logical conclusion would be that jay's quick adjustment was simply a matter of finding himself in a safe and stable environment and receiving continuous support and attention from a parental figure. i find it rather questionable that jason's personality softened down because he had something to punch in the cave–– the more intuitive explanation is of course that he was angry and quick to fight when they first met because he couldn't afford anything else and because he was scared. but months later, in a loving home, he can allow himself to drop his guard; and his cocky attitude disappears until much later.

so the rather unsettling picture that we derive is that bruce is training jay to become a vigilante in order to "channel" his (nonvisible at this point) anger into something useful and just. and he clearly links this to his own trauma in batman #416 (that’s already starlin btw), in his conversation with dick, explaining why he took jay in: “he’s so full of anger and frustration… he reminds me of myself, just after my parents were killed.” bruce also mentions that soon after their first meeting, jason helped him and "handled himself well" in the fight, but he doesn't mention that jay has ran away from a crime "school" and intended to stop injustice on his own only because he was ignored.

the theme of bruce comparing jay to himself appears again in detective comics #574 (barr), where it is approached with a much more... critical look, thanks to leslie's presence and her skepticism of bruce's actions. after jason has suffered nearly fatal injuries at the hand of the mad hatter, bruce reminisces on his own trauma and motives. he tells leslie: "i didn't choose jason for my work. he was chosen by it...as i was chosen." leslie replies: "stop that! (...) you do this for yourself... you're still that little boy (...)" then, the conversation steers to the familiar ground and the topic of anger. in bruce's words, again: “i wanted to give jason an outlet for his rage…wanted him to expunge his anger and get on with his life…” and finishes "and instead, i may have killed him."

the recognition that bruce's projection on jason and involving him with his work might have fatal consequences is, as always, fast forgotten once jay wakes up and proclaims that he wants to continue his work as robin.

but to circle back, i think there's something else worth our attention, something deeply ironic, that is showcased in that issue: that bruce has no evidence for jay's "rage." when leslie talks of bruce's past, she recalls his tendencies to get into brutal fights at perceived injustice as early as in school; when bruce talks of jason, two pictures that are juxtaposed, are that of jason fighting as robin and jason... smiling, playing baseball.

so, in the early days of jason's training and work in the field, we see bruce talking of jason's anger a lot; but we barely see it.

that being said, jay is angry sometimes– and i think your observation about how bruce deals with it is incredibly interesting and accurate.

we first see jay truly and devastatingly angry in the two-face storyline. bruce focuses on jay's reaction as robin, which is, in fact, aggressive. but something that he barely addresses is that jason's first reaction is sleeping all day, and not beating anyone to a pulp; in fact, this vengeful instinct seems to arise only when he is put right in front of two-face. and his third instinct, once the rage (very quickly) dies down after the altercation with two-face, is crying, because bruce hid the truth about willis' death from him. jay, while crying, asks bruce: "you have taken me out into combat-- but you spare me this?" in response, bruce lectures jason about how grief inspires revenge, which is, again, deeply ironic, given that jay seeking out revenge seemed to be prompted and enabled solely by the role of robin. moreover, his question suggests that at this point he saw grief ("you spare me this") and fighting as two different things.

the final is, as you said, bruce focusing on making it into a lesson on vigilantism, or, in his own words, "tempering revenge into justice." personally, i think in this way bruce directs jason to bring his grief into the field as a powering force, something that he didn't necessarily have an own incentive to do. the flash of compartmentalisation between his ordinary life and being a sidekick that jay has shown by questioning bruce's decision is lost. emotions are now a robin thing, and they have an (informal) protocol, a moral code. and when jay is confronted with an emotionally exhausting case next – the garzonas case, i believe that the focus on "tempering revenge into justice" is exactly the problem– we don't see jay crying, we see him frantic about finding the solution. this, right there, is bruce's obsessiveness, that in my opinion, was developed in jay specifically as a result of how his engagement with vigilantism combines with his deep sensitivity.

and, needless to say, his sensitivity is all the same as that of bruce – they both can't stand looking at other people hurting, they both wear their hearts on their sleeve, caring way too much – the thing is, bruce never quite acknowledges how they are similar in this matter. instead, he focuses on his sparse bursts of anger, wanting to bring jason closure in his grief the only way he knows it – in a fight for a better world. so, as you said, he focuses on jason's ability as robin.

which just doesn't work for jason. at all. we know it from how his robin run comes to an end: in the first issue of a death in the family (batman #426) alfred informs: “i’ve come upon him, several times, looking at that battered old photograph of his mother and father, crying.”  to that, bruce contends: “in other words, i may have started jason as robin before he had a chance to come to grips with his parents deaths.” he also tells jay that the field is not a place for someone who is hurting; a message that is the opposite of what he's been saying for years now, and something that i imagine was difficult for bruce to conceptualise, because then he would have to question his own unhealthy tendencies. it's a bit late to come to this realisation; bruce's self-projection that caused him to worry so much about jay's anger has already turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy that will fully manifest itself in utrh, when jason does the only thing he was taught to do with grief: try to channel it into justice.

[alexjcrowley]

I feel like yesterday I had a conversation worthy of a Tumblr shitpost and I can't get it out of my mind. But I really wish I could, get it out of my mind. It was harmless, it was amongst friends, but it was so fucking cursed that even if the words used were indeed in the bible they should edit them out because they don't belong there anymore. They have been tainted forever.

[hikarry]

Okay children, gather around. It's "Spencer Complains and Acts a Little Mad" Time:

I have been raw dogging life for 1 month without my adhd/depression/anxiety/mood stabilizers medication and without a single Therapy appointment

I haven't left my house in 1 month, I haven't spoken to any of my (in person) friends in over 1 month, I haven't seen my family in 1 month, I haven't seen my bloody cat in over 1 month, I've barely left my bloody room in over 1 month, and I've been listening to my bloody voice almost every day for 1 hour so I can finish editing the bloody podcast for over a month

To top it all of: I haven't had a decent night's sleep in about 4 days now (in which I just don't sleep or I have extremely vivid nightmares with my departed mother and/or scenarios where I die over and over and over again but can't speak to ask for help before it happens - fun for all the family, if you ask me) and I might or might not be completely and absolutely going insane, with only Good Omens season 1 (6/6) and season 2 (5/6) and the existence of Crowley/red haired Fire Pokemon David Tennant Edition being my sole producer of any amount of serotonin

How am I alive? Good question. Beautiful genderfluid demonic content can be some very nice very distracting content for individuals that simp for Fire Type David Tennant Pokemon like myself

I am quite sure my only contact with anything mental health related in the past weeks has been my best friend whom is very very annoying and refuses to leave me the heck alone and whom is a nurse and is working extra time to advice my stupid ass the best she can, bless her heart

So, with my personal nurse's permission, I have doubled my sleeping medication for the night and, as Fall Out Boy once wrote for the song "Alone Together" in one of my favorite albums to have ever been created "Save Rock and Roll": I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Me when the only one who can make content of my self ship is me

[nulfaga]

johanson pilate...that's the post

[hauntingmiser]

MERMAY DAY XXX

( ayyy today's the last day of this lore it's going to come into a close here so let's get it!!!! Also I tried to make her face look decrepit cuz idk)

And as our heroes swim many miles into the fog they found the main core

the entrance to the underworld.....

the door was locked in near right in front of it was a torii gate was made with sacred wood with a crimson red, while being covered in seaweed & barnacles due to a long time of abandonment

The rocks feel like they're watching the crystals grow as one

The fog is mixing with the rocks as it flows and flows

And then standing at the middle of it all it's the culprit themselves

The almighty goddess of the dead

Izanami

"ah." Izanami looks in awe "so you finally came here to seal my doom by eradicating me-" "OF COURSE WE ARE!"

"that's we came here for."

izanami gets interrupted by yosuke and yu by yelling at her

"of course that we came here to prevent you!"

"from killing innocent lives to pretending to be mother nature and cursing this sea of radioactive crystals, you izanami. are a phony to poseidon"

Naoto said after yukiko and Chile both said first

"you fools! trolling poseidon as mother nature was only just the beginning! so I'm not pho-" "SHUT UP" izanami gets her mouth shut by kanji but also him yelling "TROLLING AS MOTHER NATURE WILL NOT HELP YOU WITH YOUR DAMN SITUATIONS!"

"you make me sick! what's wrong with you! you almost contaminated the water we breathe, you let several shadows kidnap us, transformed a mermaid into a merzombie and made the bottom of the sea lethal and killed dojima's wife!"

Rise said aggressively, as she feels like she needs to throw hands with izanami really bad

"....and that's why we need to seal your ignorant self, it's the reason why we came here in the first place. with the power of friendship, I shall beat you to silicon so freshwater Inaba can thrive again"

Yu says, determined to save his not so forever home

"and not rise up again?"

Yu nods

"very well....prove to me your strength is more than me..."

The fog moves closer and grows deeper into the sky and transform into a spiral-like tornado

"because I will not be holding back"

{ THERE IS NO FUN FACT ONLY LORE }

teddie however did not say a word... He however is waiting for the time they attack and he can do the final strike

[todayisafridaynight]

this might not make sense. but i feel like after moving to america masato’s dramatic ass would start thinking of Daigo as Right Person Wrong Time & like he’d make Daigo the embodiment of his “sordid” youth & how he’s Outgrown smudged eyeliner and drunken bathroom hookups. so he Becomes Ryo Aoki and returns to Japan & sees chairman Daigo with his slicked back hair & pressed suit & pleasant smiles, the same image that Ryo Aoki wears, but different, somehow. Daigo still has his familiar stubble & his dark eyes, Shitty 20-something Daigo is still there in Chairman Daigo. somehow, Daigo managed to change, managed to be this better, fuller, realer person without killing off his former self. while Ryo Aoki changed his name, burned his bridges, went under the knife and became an entirely new being. I think it’d infuriate Masato, it’d drive him mad, out of jealousy and superiority. How stupid of Daigo to keep his past so close to his chest. How lucky of Daigo to be able to transform without having to shoot his past between the eyes.

Meanwhile Daigo is just like 🧍‍♂️ nice glasses nerd.

(Sorry if this is incoherent)

anon i cant stress how much im eating this and seasoning it and putting it in every soup and dish i make i am injecting this straight into my bloodstream and i'm turning this into a pill so i can take it every day oh my god

[m--bloop]

-

[catgirlcrisis]

okay first of all "why do fic authors take the heat?" is such a stupid fucking thing to say. if you even remotely cared about being versed in actual literary discussion (not just your own online echo chambers) you would know that the inclusion and writing of sensitive, darker themes, topics, and subjects is something which remains polarizing, active, and controversial. from the child orgy in stephen king's IT, to the complex narrative of vladimir nabokov's lolita and its public reception, people are constantly challenging what it means to write darker themes, and what it means to write them in a healthy, respectful manner, whether works that fetishize such material are considered literary merit, discussions over censorship versus safety, such and so forth. like, Real People who write Real Books also get in discourse. audiences and writers alike have been around this block several times and this continues to be relevant discussion in every facet of the literary world. the only place in which fic authors are the only people who take all the heat is a world in which you don't read actual works and instead consume the equivalent of junk food work.

and nothing wrong with reading OR writing fanfiction, but y'know, when that's all you read? you need to diversify your palate. otherwise you get weird takes that signal to other people you either 1. only care about online discourse to the extreme, and/or 2. you dont go outside.

in regards to written child pornography:

it's worth recognizing a few things to add nuance to this discussion. under federal US law (which is important because that is where AO3 is based), the parameters for child pornography only include visual content; furthermore, the exclusion of written media is reinforced by Ashcroft v. Free Speech Coalition (2002), which concluded:

"If speech is neither obscene nor child pornography, it is protected from attempts to categorically suppress child pornography even if it is related to it. Statutes that are overly broad in defining what speech is suppressed are unconstitutional."

however, it is also worth considering that under other country's legal statues, written material does constitute child pornography. for example, canada's federal parameters describe child porn like so:

163.1 (1) In this section, child pornography means

(a) a photographic, film, video or other visual representation, whether or not it was made by electronic or mechanical means,

(i) that shows a person who is or is depicted as being under the age of eighteen years and is engaged in or is depicted as engaged in explicit sexual activity, or

(ii) the dominant characteristic of which is the depiction, for a sexual purpose, of a sexual organ or the anal region of a person under the age of eighteen years;

(b) any written material, visual representation or audio recording that advocates or counsels sexual activity with a person under the age of eighteen years that would be an offence under this Act;

(c) any written material whose dominant characteristic is the description, for a sexual purpose, of sexual activity with a person under the age of eighteen years that would be an offence under this Act; or

(d) any audio recording that has as its dominant characteristic the description, presentation or representation, for a sexual purpose, of sexual activity with a person under the age of eighteen years that would be an offence under this Act.

when most people talk about there being child pornography on AO3, they don't necessarily refer to fictional children (which is definitely weird, yes, and potentially dangerous material, but certainly not illegal under federal US statutes) but rather through the channel of real person fiction, which is something that has become quite popular in the "mainstream" view because of things like minecraft SMPs and what not (note: im not saying RPF was not popular before - but fanfiction is, and always will be, niche, and RPF is itself a niche within a niche). now, is this illegal? probably not under US federal statute. and is it child pornography? the real answer is rather complicated, but US federal law's definition of this is only relevant when discussing the potential of prosecution and legal standing of AO3 as an archive.

(sidebar, but there are several anecdotal cases of people having "revenge" fictions of them being written and uploaded to AO3, and no help from admin/staff. am i saying these are true? no, i'm saying they're anecdotes. but when they all start to pile up, it gets a little suspicious, doesn't it? the lack of AO3's response to its racist users, the lack of monitoring spam at all, the extremely slow response to finally adding a functional block/mute system, the strain of burdening unpaid volunteers - despite the thousands of dollars it gets in donations every year - to manage the site...)

don't put stupid fucking shit on my dash again, @jo962. i got this from you. next time, let's step aside and consider real nuanced views like proper adults, instead of shambling around like braindead zombies. this makes ipad kids look well-adjusted.

cutting child porn from ao3 is not going to be a ‘slippery slope’ to full blown ‘censorship’, you guys are just pedophiles

[tyetyetyetyetyetye]

Like you guys know these are characters right? You know they aren't real, right?

[yourplaceinaugust]

so i was at the till checking out customers and im shifting from foot to foot bc i had been standing for three solid hours and this is my third eight hour shift in a row and so i was in a lot of pain and the asshole customer im helping goes "what do you need to pee or something"