#(FUCK book bans!!! i could go on and on about Just book bans and how horrible they are but i wont i suppose)
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made my ocs in the sims lalalalaaa
#cam.txt#im having such a. fun time. so joyous#slashGenuine#i need to draw my ocsđ i want to but my mind blanks when i try to even just doodle them. i cant even doodle this is dire#how do you come up with drawing ideas agajn#actually i had some ideas but those are for much bigger pieces than im willing to make rn#Omg anyway. time to use the tags to talk about my day. i watched this amazing video essay today#like for fun. instead of doing my work. jk i didnt have work. so i spent my asl class period watching youtube while practicing signs yk#anyway the video essay was so well written (/spoken??) and thoroughly researched it was just so good#it was about booktok and anti-intellectualism and critical analysis and to some extent oft about capitalism. also went over book bans#(FUCK book bans!!! i could go on and on about Just book bans and how horrible they are but i wont i suppose)#anyway. idk. does anyone want a link to the essay i feel like i have to share it it was so like. intriguing. also made me realize i need to#-read more. i signed up for goodreads bc of it lol#anyhoooo
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Funnily enough these same people suddenly have absolutely no trouble comprehending the idea that how you EXCLUSIVELY repeatedly write your only characters from a certain demographic can say something about how you view that demographic irl...when it comes to characters who are queer/trans/female/neurodivergent/disabled like them.
post: the way you write certain characters can reveal certain things about yourself and the way you view the world. for example, the way you treat your characters of color can correlate to how you view Black and brown people in real life.
addition: nope! stop fandom police! kill the cop inside your head! stop demonizing dark fiction! acab includes fandom police!
#just saying:) be consistent if you want me to believe you that this isn't s lot of self-serving rationalization.#new rule if you bitch out every single nonwhite person who points out this stuff in yours/your faves work#then you now have to shut up permanently about how the women/queer ppl in fiction are written.#and what makes this more annoying is that there really are ppl who think anything with more moral or story complexity#than your average children's cartoon is Literally Apologia for Fascism but tbh at this point for every one of those ppl#there's at least 5 others who criticized something or at least didn't wholeheartedly praise it#and get lumped into that first group and trashed.#you don't have to AGREE with someone's critique of an individual piece of media or of someone else's take#to acknowledge when they're actually making points or putting in legit effort. Can we even agree on that baseline? Apparently not#I'm not a pro or anti shipper you do all kind of fucking suck in different ways.#I identify as a person with a job and a life. People are dying. Go do the dishes#stop misconstruing what ppl say just because you don't want to actually engage with it and you'd rather pretend#they are Literally Doing A 1984 Censorship and Cancel Culturing you personally.#or idk go fight the ACTUAL book banning going on in real life and free speech violations#that happen in your country all the damn time. But we know you won't do that even if you could#you're too busy screaming at ppl online for daring to say anything negative about a thing you've based your entire personality on#no matter how fair nuanced or correct their criticisms might be
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(The Poem is named) Emetophobia CW
Itâs 2024 and Iâm in a 20 year old drag bar, watching the very first trans-masculine performer to compete on their stage, he gets second place even though he deserved first.
I show up to the menâs bathhouse on trans night to get free entry and get turned away at the door, and told itâs for transgirls only, bitch you could have put it on the flyer that transmen need not apply.
Iâm doing a line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.
I get banned from the camsite for listing myself as transgender when I donât have a dick, I complain online and get told that the trans-masculine body is to grotesque to be fetishized and I should be grateful.
I wear a packer and hitch up a skirt, walk the street, get $20, calling it stealing transfem valor.
Cissie puts a TW #body-mutilation tag under my thirst trap. Tranny puts a TW #dysphoria tag under my thirst trap.
T-girl with a callout post pedojackets me, Enby with TME in bio pedojackets me, T-boy with a self-deprecating joke about men in his bio pedojackets me.
I do another line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.
I am at the womanâs clinic, I am at the womanâs clinic, I am at the womanâs clinic wearing a mask â not cause Iâm compromised (I am), just to hide my beard â avoiding making everyone uncomfortable.
I am getting re-diagnosed with BPD, which just means I have bitch disorder and no one trusts me.
I take my pills and throw them up. I drink my liquor before the beer and throw them up.
I am just 14 when the picture and videos go up. Remind me that I have it easy, they were only pictures and videos.
I am just 17 when the recording of my proof stops before it happens, my phone memory is full, Iâm called a liar and now I canât see buttered crackers, thanksgiving, or sriracha sauce without wanting to kill myself.
No one gets me therapy, but they still want to convert me, she puts her hands down my pants, at least Iâm 19, to remind me Iâm a woman â tell me how they love trans men again.
I do a third line of ketamine off the table, realize it doesnât effect me, calling it stealing transfem valor.
I call myself a dog, I start biting my lovers and I have to hold back from ripping out a chunk of flesh, I donât think Iâd throw it up.
I am reading the statistics, 40% of BPD patients try and kill themselves. 1 in 2 transgender men try and kill themselves. Iâm one of them. Iâm 12 and I swallowed all the pills. Iâm 14 and the gun is empty. Iâm 17 and I put the box-opener against my throat. Therapist calls me a liar, there is no scar, and my words donât count for anything.
Iâm using he/him pronouns for StormĂ© DeLarverie, like the stonewall veteran association said to, and telling you he started the riot, calling it stealing transfem valor from a woman who told you she didnât fucking do it.
Iâm shoving my fingers down my throat in a fit of mania, convinced I can vomit up my uterus. She tells me I should be grateful, sheâd do anything to be able to get pregnant.
My brother in the struggle gets bottom surgery without top, calling it stealing transfem valor to feel comfortable in his body.
Itâs 2024 and Iâm at trans pride, the announcers tells everyone to give a round of applause for trans woman, a round of applause for gender-queers, a round of applause for transfems, a round of applause for the enbies, a round of applause for trans-masculine people. You forgot someone. Did you know a trans man started the first ever transgender pride parade?
A book on queer history talks about gay men and lesbians and trans women and the women who dressed as men for better job opportunities. Iâm reminded that my invisibility is a privilege, if you arenât seen you donât get bashed.
Iâm 13 and they throw me in the girls bathroom, pin me down, beat me, and in black sharpie write âdykeâ, write âtrannyâ, write âlesboâ, and pull my hair out the cap I shoved it in.
Iâm 19 with D cups that a binder canât hide and a beard I refuse to shave less I break the mirror and kill myself with the shards of glass I would swallow.
Man at the bus stop calls me tranny and tells me Iâll never be a woman. Iâd laugh if he didnât have his hand on my throat. Calling it stealing transfem valor.
Iâm 21 and have to pull a taser on him, cause from the back, even with short hair and top surgery, I look rape-able.
Iâm 23 and in the gay district when they chase me down the street, calling me faggot.
Make another forcemasc post, calling it stealing transfem valor.
Read an article about a trans man prostitute that kills himself and ends up another female statistic.
Read an article about a trans man shooter, they blame the HRT he didnât have access too.
Going to read a callout about me, five pages on Google Docs, does this post make it on the list?
Do a final line of ketamine, write the final line of a poem that makes me want to die, calling it stealing transfem valor.
I puke and miss the toilet.
#saint speaks#transandrophobia#my writing#my poetry#ftm art#ftm poetry#emeto#sa tw#trans men#ftm#transmasc#transgender
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Would You Care To Join Us? 2
Jaune: Nora, I need your⊠advice.
Nora: Oh?! Fearless Leder needs my help?! This is a glorious day!
Jaune: Iâm already starting to regret thisâŠ
Nora: So tell me gloriously leader! What can I help you with?
Jaune: How does one⊠get a girl� How does one make a girl your girlfriend?
Nora: Why are you asking me that; Couldnât you ask, Rin, or Pyrrha?
Jaune: Pyrrhaâs only been on publicity dates, meant to show off something, or someone. No romance in those at all. And has, Rin ever been on anything close to a date?
Nora: Ahh, good points. But, Iâve never dated before, why are you asking me?
Jaune: Cause itâs you, Nora.
Nora: Ahh! Thatâs why youâre the leader! Always coming up with the smart plans there!
Jaune: So⊠any ideas?
Nora: Whoâs the girl youâre trying to win over?
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: Ms. GoodwitchâŠ
Nora: Triple G?!
Jaune: Donât call her that!
Nora: SorryâŠ
Jaune: Haa⊠Okay, so can you help me?
Nora: I can!
Jaune: Awesome!
Jaune: How�
Nora: Hmmm⊠Oh I know! You should have sex with, Blake in her classroom!
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: The fuck?!
Nora: I know itâs crazy, but hear me out. So, you sleep with, Blake in, Ms. Goodwitchâs classroom, then she stumbles upon you, and then you ask her to join in! Simple as that!
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: Thatâs the craziest plan I ever heardâŠ
Nora: But, it could work~?
Jaune: Even if I agree to this plan, answer me one thing: Why, Blake?
Nora: Sheâs kinky, sheâd totally do it.
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: She probably would.
Jaune: Haaa⊠Fine Iâll do it⊠But, if this back fires, and I wind up in detention, youâre banned from having pancakes for a week.
Nora: You wouldnât dare!
Jaune: Pray that you donât find out.
~~~
Blake: Oh fuck~?!
Jaune: Honestly, I thought you slap me in the face for even suggesting we do this. But, youâre really getting into this, Blake.
Blake: Oh~! Can you blame me? You have no idea how many boxes this ticks off, and me on~!
Jaune: Really? Care to tell me? Maybe I can check off another item on that list for you~?
Blake: Doing it in a classroom. Ooph~! The possibility of being caught. Doing a human. Actually getting off~!
Jaune: Ouch, how many bad lovers have you had?
Blake: Too many! Oh! We should film this, and send it to them!
Jaune: Beg pardon?
Blake: Those losers would absolutely⊠Ohhh~! Would absolutely lose it if they saw me actually getting off, to a human no less! Oh gods~! We should have done this sooner~!
Jaune: I-Iâm not really sure aboutâŠ?!
Ruby: Blake, are you here? I want the next volume of⊠Ninjas in⊠love�
Jaune: Uhh⊠hi, Ruby�
Ruby: H-HiâŠ
Jaune: Uhh⊠Blake, and I are kinda busy right now⊠you can ask her for that book later.
Ruby: O-Okay⊠whoa thatâs massiveâŠ
Jaune: But, in the meantime⊠w-would you care to join us?
Ruby: Yes!
Blake: A threesome?! Fuck yeah, another item off my checklist!
~~~
Nora: Ruby?
Jaune: YeahâŠ
Nora: How did it go?
Jaune: Blake got⊠kinky so I didnât really do it a lot with her.
Nora: Makes sense.
Jaune: So, Ruby asked me to join her in the classroom again.
Nora: Oh cool! Treat her nicely!
Jaune: Donât worry, I will!
~~~
Ruby: H-How are you⊠Ohh~! How are you so good with knots? Mmmm~!
Jaune: Boy scout, easiest badge I ever got
Ruby: I knew it! Youâre a total boy scout!
Jaune: And, youâre loving it~!
Ruby: Hell yeah~! Ohhh~!
Jaune: Tell me; You like being tied up, how about being gagged?
Ruby: Oh fuck yeah!
Jaune: Alright then, letâsâŠ?!
Weiss: Ruby, did you take my binder⊠A-Again�
Ruby: N-NoâŠ
Jaune: Hmmm⊠That didnât sound so sincere. Did it, Weiss?
Weiss: N-No it didnâtâŠ
Jaune: Would you care to join us, Weiss? Maybe then we can get her to talk.
Weiss: �!
~~~
Nora: Did, Weiss join in?
Jaune: Yeah⊠yeah she didâŠ
Nora: Was it bad?
Jaune: Oddly specifically kinkyâŠ
Nora: Eh?
~~~
Weiss: Grrk! Grrk! Grrk!
Jaune: Oh, are you enjoying yourself, bitch?
Weiss: Mmmph~?!
Jaune: D-Did you just� Who said you could do that?
Weiss: Mmm-mmrrry!
Jaune: Looks like Iâm going to to have to puniâŠ
Yang: Did someone say, âPun?!â
Jaune: Uhhh�
Weiss: �!
Jaune: No⊠no they did notâŠ
Yang: Oh⊠UhhâŠ? Whatâs going on hereâŠ?
Jaune: Exploring, Weissâs kinkâŠ
Yang: Kink?
Jaune: DominationâŠ
Yang: Oh⊠thatâs unexpectedâŠ
Jaune: YeahâŠ
Yang: âŠ
Jaune: Are you just going to stand there, or would you care to join us, Yang?
Yang: Oh~?
~~~
Nora: Yang? You got the wrong blonde, Fearless Leader.
Jaune: YeahâŠ
Nora: So⊠Are you going to try again with, Yang?
Jaune: Yeah, she asked me to help her explore her kink.
Nora: Whatâs her kink?
Jaune: Beats me.
~~~
Yang: Ohh~! Big bro! We canât do this here~!
Jaune: I am so conflicted right now! I have seven sisters, and you look like all of them! And, you want to do this?!
Yang: Because, its so god damn hot~!
Jaune: Thatâs what makes it worse!
Yang: Forget about it, just focus on me, and the moment, big bro~!
Jaune: Gods⊠Why is my little sister such a�!
Emerald: Shit, where did I place that�! That�
Jaune: Uhhh⊠Hi⊠EmeraldâŠ
Emerald: HiâŠ
Yang: Yo~!
Emerald: Hi⊠Uhhh⊠A-Are you two related�
Jaune: N-NoâŠ
Emerald: B-But⊠L-Lil sis�
Jaune: Itâs⊠its her kink⊠SoâŠ
Emerald: OhâŠ
Jaune: So⊠so are you going to do whatever it is you were going to do, or would you like to join us instead?
Emerald: J-Join�
~~~
Nora: A brother complex?
Jaune: Yeah, I thought only girls with brothers would develop a brother complex like my sisters. But, apparently not.
Nora: YeahâŠ
Nora: So, Emerald⊠How was that?
Jaune: Also into the brother complex thing too.
Nora: OkayâŠ
Jaune: She asked for a second run.
Nora: She did?
Jaune: She said she wanted to play something out.
Nora: Oh really? What does she want to play out?
~~~
Emerald: Iâm sorry!
Jaune: For what?!
Emerald: Iâm sorry for stealing!
Jaune: No youâre not! Youâre sorry you got caught!
Emerald: OHH~!
Jaune: Oh? You like that? You wanted to get caught didnât you! So you could be punished you naughty butch!
Emerald: N-N-NooooOoh~?!
Jaune: You do~! Well, guess Iâll have to try harder to punish you, you sluâŠ?!
Cinder: Emerald?! Are you here, we need to⊠to�!
Jaune: Uhh�!
Emerald: C-Cinder?! W-What are you doing here?!
Cinder: I was⊠I was looking⊠L-Looking for youâŠ
Emerald: F-For what�
Cinder: I⊠I donât remember⊠oh gods⊠its so bigâŠ
Jaune: Oh⊠well would you like to join us maybe we can jog your memory?
Cinder: J-Join�
~~~
Nora: So, Cinder joined in, eh?
Jaune: Yeah, Emerald really enjoyed it when, Cinder joined in on the action.
Nora: Must have a crush on her.
Jaune: Iâd bet money on that.
Nora: So, did, Cinder ask you for a spin too~?
~~~
Cinder: AhhHhh~!
Jaune: Iâm sorry! Did I hurt you?
Cinder: No. Itâs just to so~!
Jaune: Iâll go slow⊠be nice, and gentle, just like you asked.
Cinder: Oh dear~! Hold me!
Jaune: Iâm here honey, Iâm here⊠eh?!
Cinder: Huw?
Neo: đ
Jaune: H-Hi�
Neo: đđ
Cinder: N-Neo?! What are you doing here?!
Neo: đđđŠ
Cinder: You want to join us?
Neo: đ€©
Jaune: Whoa hey?! I didnât say the line!
~~~
Nora: So, Cinder is into softcore?
Jaune: I think sheâs more into the feeling of being loved, because she hasnât ever experienced genuine live in all her life. In the afterglow she delved into to some⊠heavy stuff⊠sheâs been through a lotâŠ
Nora: Oh⊠Iâm sorry to hear that⊠so⊠What does, Neo want?
Jaune: Sheâs mute, so she didnât tell me.
Nora: So sheâll show you then?
Jaune: Probably.
~~~
Ruby: đ„Ž
Jaune: Okay⊠This is unexpectedâŠ
Ruby: đ«â€ïžâ
Jaune: I didnât say that. I will say, you certainly are tighter than her!
Ruby: đ
Jaune: Whatâs that smile about?
Weiss: đ
Jaune: Okay, now this is a semblance I would like to play with!
Nora: đ„°
Jaune: Okay, I havenât done it with her, so this is kindaâŠ??
Nora: Jaune! We ran out of�!
Jaune: Uhh�!
Nora: N-Neo�
Nora: đ
Nora: Youâre fucking me⊠but, not meâŠ?
Jaune: Uhh⊠yeah� I-It was her idea!
Nora: đ
Nora: Iâm a little offended really⊠I mean, youâre fucking me, but not the real me? Why?
Jaune: Oh⊠Well, we can fix that⊠So, would you care to join us?
Nora: âŠ
Nora: Fuck me⊠Literally~!
~~~
Nora: That was awesome!
Jaune: Glad you like it. I thought you would be unnerved with doing yourself⊠like thatâŠ
Nora: Naww it was fucking hot! You should do it again, but this time with, Blake! Sheâd really get into it!
Jaune: It worries me that she wouldâŠ
Nora: So, up for another round fearless leader~?
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: Sure.
~~~
Nora: Ahhh~Haa~! H-Harder~!
Jaune: Oh? Of course you like it hard, and rough.
Nora: Hell yeah I do! Ohh~! What do you take me for, some pillow⊠Ahhh~! Pillow princess?!
Jaune: Like hell I would, I just expected youâd like things little⊠HARDER!
Nora: AHHHH~HHHHH~!
Jaune: Thatâs more like it~! Scream for me bitch!
Velvet: Yeah, scream for him you slut!
Jaune: AHHH?! What the?! Velvet, what the hell are you doing here?
Velvet: Waiting for my turn.
Jaune: Your turn?!
Velvet: Yeah, you fucked, Blake, then, Ruby showed up, and then you had a threesome with her. Now, Iâm here, and Iâm waiting for you two to finish so I can have my turn.
Jaune: Well,Iâs happily ask if you would care to join is, but how the hell did you know we were doing this?
Velvet: Blake told me.
Jaune: Sonâa bitch!
~~~
Nora: Blake blabbed?
Jaune: Yep.
Nora: Of course she did⊠Iâll go teach her a lesson. You go tame the rabbit. Sheâs going to lose it if she doesnât get her fix.
Jaune: Should I bring a spare change of clothes with me?
Nora: Wouldnât hurt.
~~~
Velvet: Ghack?! J-Jaune?!! Y-Youâre⊠Oh fuck~?! C-Chocking me! Oh~?!
Jaune: Thatâs because I need to hold you in place you in heat bunny slut!
Velvet: Oh gods~?!
Jaune: Besides, you can deny it all you want, you got tighter the moment I squeezed~!
Velvet: OH-OHHHH~!
Jaune: He⊠squirter⊠thatâs a firstâŠ
Coco: Holy fuckâŠ
Jaune: Coco?!
Velvet: Co-co~? Heyyyy~! Would you care to join us, Coco~? I need help taming the big fella~!
Coco: Join you?
~~~
Jaune: Evidently, Velvet was in heatâŠ
Nora: Thatâs a thing?! I thought that was some racist stereotype?
Jaune: According to, Velvet it only happens to females, and certain types of faunas.
Nora: Bunnies being one of them?
Jaune: Yep.
Nora: So did, Coco join you?
Jaune: Yep.
Nora: Really? I thought she was gay.
Jaune: Me too. But, she asked for another go soâŠ
Nora: Maybe sheâs curious?
Jaune: Maybe. Iâll do it, I just hope what happened with my sister-in-law doesnât happen againâŠ
Nora: Sister-in-what now?
~~~
Coco: Fuck!Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK~!
Jaune: Enjoying yourself?
Coco: Oh gods?! Why the fuck did I use those worthless dildos?! Ahhh~fuck~?!
Jaune: Ahh, crap. Looks like I did it again.
Coco: Did⊠Ahh! Did what aga-ahhhh~!
Jaune: Make a lesbian question her sexuality.
Coco: Youâve turned a lesbian straight?!
Jaune: Bisexual, but does that really matter?
Coco: You gotta⊠Oh fuck~?! You gotta tell me how that went down! Cause that sounds so hoOOOOOOT~!
Jaune: Maybe next time, for now lets just enjoy the�!
Reese: Hey, guys do you know where the cafeteria⊠is�
Jaune: Oh, hi Reese⊠The cafeteria is down here hall to your right.
Reese: Oh cool, thanks⊠But, uhh⊠Iâm not that hungry anymore⊠Maybe you can help me gain a appetite~?
Jaune: Oh? In that case, would you care to join us?
Reese: Mmmm~! Please take care of me~!
Coco: Oh he will~! He will~!
~~~
Nora: Reese? That punk, scatter girl?
Jaune: Yep, thatâs her.
Nora: So, did you help her get an appetite?
Jaune: Sheâs still hungry, soâŠ?
Nora: So~?
~~~
Reese: Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry! IâmâŠ?! Ohh~?! Iâm sorry sir!
Jaune: Sorry for what?! That you were cheating, or that you were caught?!
Reese: Ohhh~?!
Jaune: There⊠I believe you have learned your lesson, Ms. Chloris.
Reese: W-What was the lesson, Professor Arc~?
Jaune: âŠ
(SMACK!)
Reese: OHhhh~!
Jaune: Kids these days⊠they never learn�!
Arslan: Reese! Where are you? We got some⊠training⊠to doâŠ
Jaune: Oh⊠Hello, Ms. Altan. Ms. Chloris is currently in the midst of some supplementary lessons. Perhaps you could come by later. Unless, you would care to join us for some extra credit?
Reese: Extra credit~! HeheheheâŠ
Arslan: Your name is, Jaune Arc right? Youâre Pyrrha Nioks team leader, and partner.
Jaune: Thatâs right I am.
Arslan: Interesting~!
~~~
Nora: What was interesting?
Jaune: I donât know, and Iâm scared to find outâŠ
Nora: You sure, cause your friend says otherwise?
Jaune: I said I was scared, not that I donât find this hot!
~~~
Arslan: Fuck you, Nikos!
Jaune: Oh, so is sleeping with me your way of one upping, Pyrrha?
Arslan: At first⊠Ohh~! But, this cock is something a girl canât deny she wants~!
Jaune: Really? Then how would you feel if I said I havenât slept with, Pyrrha?
Arslan: Seriously?!
Jaune: OH FUCK?! You just got so much tighter?!
Arslan: Ha! Take that bitch! I got your man first! And, Iâm going to make him mine~!
Pyrrha: Not if I have anything to say about it.
Jaune: Huw?! P-Pyrrha?!
Arslan: Hey bitch~! Guess who just stole your man from you!
Pyrrha: Bitch please⊠Let me show you how a real woman pleases a man~!
Jaune: P-Please be gentle�
~~~
Jaune: Oh gods⊠My body hurts all overâŠ
Nora: Didnât your aura protect you? It did when we went at it.
Jaune: They broke my aura! Iâm just one man, do you expect me to handle a pair of Amazonianâs all on my own?!
Nora: Oh shit really? Why did they go so hard on you?
Jaune: Evidently the pair have some history back in, Mistrial. The number one, and two always competing for top place. I just so happened to be the âtop placeâ at the momentâŠ
Nora: The top place being your dick right~?
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: I wasnât going to say it, but yeah⊠it was the, âtop placeâ this timeâŠ
Nora: So, who won?
Jaune: Actually they both asked for a rematchâŠ
Nora: They, what?
~~~
Pyrrha: Oh fuuuuuck~!
Jaune: Oh gods!
Pyrrha: How does it feel, Jaune~! Iâm better than that cheap slut~!
Arslan: Oh you whore! Come here you bitch!
Pyrrha: Hey?! Hands of my man you cunt!
Arslan: Bring it whore!
Pyrrha: Oh~! You bitch~!
Arslan: Mmmmph~! Make be whore~!
Pyrrha: Mmmm~! You slut~!
Arslan: Ahhh~!
Jaune: Uhh�
Arslan: Ohh fucck~! Right there~! Use your tongue right there you slut~!
Pyrrha: Mmmmmm~!
Arslan: Iâm cumming~! AHHHHHooooh fuuuuuck~!
Pyrrha: Ha, beat that bitch~!
Arslan: With pleasure~!
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: Should I just go? Because it seems that, Iâve become the third wheel here soâŠ?
PA: Come here you!
Jaune: Whaaa?!
~~~
Nora: So, do you think they worked out their relationship?
Jaune: I think so? The pair may not be competing on who the better fighter is anymore, but theyâre still competing with one another.
Nora: The sexual tension between the pair is rather intense. I guess you just pushed the pair over the edge.
Jaune: Define edge?
Nora: Ehhh~! Nice!
Jaune: Thank you, Iâm here all week~!
Neon: Oh, there you are, Jaune~!
Jaune: Ahh?! Neon, what are you doing here?
Neon: I was told that you are considered, âsafe.â Iâm curious how, âsafeâ you really are, if you catch my drift.
Jaune: Drift? No, no I donât.
Neon: Iâll see you again at your⊠usual hunting ground. Till later~!
Jaune: Uhh⊠Okay?
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: Did you find it weird that someone wanted to do it with me without first catching me, and another person in the act?
Nora: Yeah, that was pretty weird.
Jaune: Yeah, weird. So, any idea who snitched on us?
Nora: Blake, or Velvet, possibly both of them.
Jaune: Damn their loose lips⊠Nora!
Nora: Yes, Fearless Leader!
Jaune: Teach those two a lesson! I will deal with the stray cat!
Nora: At once, Fearless Leader!
~~~
Neon: Never miss a beat! Never miss a beat! Never miss a beeeeeeAaat!
Jaune: How was that, Neo? Dis a miss a beat?
Neon: You his every beat right know yhe mark handsome~!
Jaune: Good, now then, letâs try things at a different⊠eh? May?
May: Uhh⊠H-Hey, Jaune?
Jaune: Oh hey, May. Need something, or would you care to join us?
Neon: Yeah! Join us~! You wonât regret it~!
May: Uhhh⊠M-Maybe⊠But, I have a word with you later, Jaune? I want to have a word with you.
Jaune: Uhh⊠sure. But, what did you want to talk about?
~~~
Nora: So, how was, Neon?
Jaune: I like it when a girl does her hair in pigtails.
Nora: Why?
Jaune: Handle bars.
Nora: Nice~! So, what does, May want to talk to you about?
Jaune: Beats me, probably wants to thank me for protecting her from that grenade you almost hit her with.
Nora: Yeah⊠she wants to, âthank you~!â
~~~
Jaune: Oh gods⊠Theyâre so soft~!
May: (Slurrr-Pop~!) And, youâre so hard, and big~!
Jaune: Youâre one to talk? I thought you were a B-Cup, what are those, H-Cup? How the hell did you manage to hide those?
May: Lots of binding⊠(Slurp~!) Otherwise they get in the way⊠But, now theyâre right where I want them~!
Jaune: Iâll admit, Iâve always wanted to a girl with a big chest to do this to me. Done side if be a hormonal teenager with seven sisters as big as you.
May: Mmmm~! Day ar?
Jaune: Mmmm~! Much bigger⊠Iâll show you a place later where you can get some proper restraining bras. Those bindingâs will hurt your chest in the long wrong.
May: (Pop~!) Really?! Oh, thanks, Jaune! That means a lot!
Jaune: My pleasure.
May: But, in the meantime, your âlittleâ friend here owes me a make over~!
Jaune: Then get back to work, Thereâs a lot more I want to do with you than just give you a makeover~!
May: Iâm looking forward to it theâŠ?!
Penny: Amazing! Are most male reproduction organs so big?!
Jaune: Penny?! W-What are you doing here?
Penny: Friend Ruby recounted the tale of your sexual escapades, I was interested the validity of her words , so I described to authentic her tale for myself.
Jaune: So� Would you care to join us then?
Penny: Sensational!
~~~
Nora: Ruby blabbed?
Jaune: YepâŠ
Nora: Shall I take care of her.
Jaune: You may.
Nora: So how was, Penny?
Jaune: She just watched us, she wanted to know what to expect before she did anything.
Nora: So youâre gonna pop her cherry then~?
Jaune: Donât worry, Iâll be careful.
Nora: With that bitchbreaker? Yeah right!
~~~
Penny: S-S-Sen⊠Sensa-sa-sation-a-aalllll~!
Jaune: Penny?! P-Penny are you okay�
Ciel: I think you short circuited her⊠And, it only took you: Twelve minutes, and thirty seven seconds.
Jaune: Uhh⊠Is she okay? I saw literal sparks fly off of her.
Ciel: She is in the midst of a reboot. She will be fine in ten to fifteen minutes.
Jaune: Are you sure?
Ciel: I am. Now, you have not ejaculated yet despite, Pennyâs best efforts. So I shall offer you a fellatio to bring you to ejaculation. This should take no more than five minutes.
Jaune: Wait, what?!
~~~
Jaune: It did in fact take no longer than five minutesâŠ
Nora: You sound disappointed by that.
Jaune: I couldnât really enjoy it. Sure she went after me like a vacuum, but I couldnât enjoy it. Besides, it feels weird to time how long you can bring someone to come.
Nora: That makes sense. Itâs not a contest to see who can eat the most pancakes the fastest.
Jaune: According to, Penny, Ciel is very punctual. Basically everything she does is done to a schedule, and I mean everything, down to the last second is marked on one of her schedules.
Nora: Yikes, major control freak right there. Hmm⊠You two having another scheduled interaction together?
Jaune: Yeah, why?
Nora: It would be a shame if things didnât go to schedule, if you catch my drift~!
Jaune: Oh really~?
~~~
Ciel: OH FUCK~?!!
Jaune: What was that~? Barely even a few minutes? Doesnât it take you five minutes to have a orgasm?
Ciel: Y-Y-You�! Oh fuck?! You disrupting mu p-p-pla-Ahhhh~!
Jaune: And, youâre absolutely loving it~!
Ciel: N-No! Iâm not! I-I⊠Ohhh~! I hateâŠ?! Oh gods~!
Jaune: You love it~!
Ciel: Oh~!
Jaune: Admit it, Ciel. You love it when I disrupt your precious little timetable~!
Ciel: I donât! I-I-Ahhh~! i ha⊠Ha⊠I LOVE IT~! I fucking love it! I love not know when Iâll cum, when youâll come! Oh gods~! This feels amazing~!
Jaune: Good girl~! You deserve a reward⊠I know, how about another one of these!
Ciel: Oh gods~?! Itâs so warm! S-S-So warm~!
Jaune: Good girl~! Letâs spend⊠two minutes for you to catch your breath before we⊠Rin?!
Rin: H-Hey, Jaune⊠You looking⊠bigâŠ
Jaune: Oh uhh⊠Thanks. So⊠Ciel seems a bit out of it⊠Would you care to join us? Give, Ciel a chance to get her legs back?
Rin: J-Join you�
Rin: âŠ
Rin: Later.
Jaune: Later?
Rin: Yeah, later⊠I meed to prepare myself⊠mentally⊠and physicallyâŠ
Jaune: Oh, okay. Let me know when youâre ready to do it.
Rin: Donât worry, you wonât have to wait too long. Till then, Jaune~!
Jaune: Till then�
~~~
Jaune: Iâm⊠worriedâŠ
Nora: About, Rin?
Jaune: Yeah⊠the way she stared at me⊠there was something in her eyes that seemed⊠wanting, lusting, and⊠and, unhingedâŠ
Nora: Hmmm⊠Yeah, I asked her about the two of you going at it. The way she rubbed her thighs, and bit her lip⊠There was something⊠there was something in her eyes that unnerves meâŠ
Jaune: We wonât know until we do it⊠But, until then keep an eye on, Rin. Somethingâs fishy, and I want to know whatâs going on.
Nora: Will do, Fearless Leader!
Jaune: Letâs hope nothing bad happensâŠ
~~~
Rin: Thatâs it you magnificent stud!
Jaune: Whoa, Rin?! Whatâs gotten into you?!
Rin: Come on! Come on! Comeonecomeonconeobcomeone!
Jaune: Ahh, Rin?! What the hells gotten into you?!
Rin: Come inside! Come inside, and knock me up!
Jaune: Wait, what?!
Rin: Get me pregnant! Give me your babies! Make me a mommmMMMMMY~!!!
Jaune: Ahh fuck⊠Are you try to�! What the fuck, Rin?!
Rin: Ahh~! Iâm gonna be a mother~! AhhhhhhhâŠ
Jaune: Rin? Oi, Rin, what the hell was that?!
Glynda: A violation of several school codes, Mr. Arc.
Jaune: Ahhh?! M-M-Ms. Goodwitch⊠H-Hi�
Glynda: I see you are having⊠funâŠ
Jaune: Yeah⊠funâŠ
Glynda: FunâŠ
Jaune: UhhhâŠ
Glynda: Clean up your teammate, Mr. Arc, then clean the spot where you⊠Where you had your funâŠ
Jaune: Iâll get right on that, Ms. Goodwitch!
Glynda: Good⊠I will see you tomorrow at detention, Mr. Arc.
Jaune: Detention? That seems⊠appropriateâŠ
~~~
Jaune: So⊠Rin wants me to impregnate herâŠ
Nora: Yeah⊠thatâs⊠yeahâŠ
Jaune: YeahâŠ
Nora: I made her take some, âmorning afterâ pills.
Jaune: Oh? Oh thatâs good! Thatâs goodâŠ
Nora: Something wrong?
Jaune: Iâm just confused on all of⊠that!
Nora: Are you against having a kid⊠a kid with, Rin�
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: Iâm not against it⊠Itâs just⊠I never expected that, Rin wants such a thing⊠from me no less⊠But⊠I donât know⊠Weâll need to talk with, Rin about this later⊠I just⊠I need more time to process all of thisâŠ
Nora: Okay⊠Iâll let, Pyrrha know what happened so we can all talk about this.
Jaune: Good idea. Itâs best if she also keeps an eye on, Rin as well. Haa⊠Okay, I have to get going⊠detention, Ms. GoodwitchâŠ
Nora: Good luck, Jaune.
Jaune: Iâll need itâŠ
~~~
Glynda: So⊠Let me get this straight⊠In an attempt to whoo me, you had sexual intercourse in my classroom, hoping that I would catch you in the midst of the act where you would ask me: âWould you care to join us?â Is that correct, Mr. Arc?
Jaune: Y-YesâŠ
Glynda: Good. Letâs continue; You started this little plot with, Ms. Belladonna, where instead of me catching you in the act, you were caught by, Ms. Rose, then you tried it again with, Ms. Rose. Then you tried it again with, Ms. Schnee. And, again with, Ms. Xiao Long. And then with, Ms. Sustari. And, then with, Ms. Fall. And, then with her teammate, Ms. Politan. And, then with your teammate, Ms. Valkyrie. And, then with, Ms. Scarlatina. And, then with her partner, Ms. Adel. And, then with, Ms. Chloris. And, then it was, Ms. Arslan, which involved, Ms. Nikos in a competition of some sorts. Then, Ms. Katt asked you to join your⊠harem. And, then Miss Zedong ask to join you. And, then it was, Ms. Polendina, who was with, Ms. Soleil, and lastly it was your teammate, Lie Rin before I, Glynda Goodwitch finally caught you in the actâŠ
Jaune: Y-Y-Yeah⊠Thatâs p-pretty much itâŠ
Glynda: And, tell me, Mr. Arc⊠Why⊠Why didnât you just ask me out on a date, instead of this convoluted plan where you started a harem after sleeping with seventeen different woman? If you just asked me out back then, I would be enjoying your massive cock between my breasts long ago!
Jaune: I-Iâm sorry! I thought you would say no!
Glynda: Mr⊠No⊠Jaune⊠You promised to marry me when you were six⊠I waited twelve years for you to make your move, and instead of making your move on me, you slept with secenteen other woman! What the hell, Jaune!
Jaune: Uhh⊠E-Eighteen woman actuallyâŠ
Glynda: Eighteen?! Youâve slept with eighteen woman before me?! That it! You may have slept with sixteen woman before me, but Iâll be the first to have your child!
Jaune: Y-Yeah⊠about thatâŠ
Glynda: What!! Youâre already a father?! Who the hell did youâŠ?! Adrian⊠Youâre, Adrianâs father, arenât you?!
Jaune: Surprise�
Glynda: You slept with your sisterâs wife to conceive a child?!
Jaune: It was consensual! They wanted an, Arc, so I gave them an, Arc baby!
Glynda: And, Saphron just sat there, and watched as you knocked up her wife, Terra?!
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: NineteenâŠ
Glynda: Motherfucker?!
Jaune: Technically trueâŠ
Glynda: Thatâs it! I donât care about your harem, or the fact Iâm number twenty! But, Iâll be damned if someone else has your child before me! Iâm number two! Rin can become number three after me! So get ready, Jaune, youâre going to become a father again~!
Jaune: H-Help�
Ozlyn: Ara-Ara~! Do you really think that I will allow that to happen, Glynda?
Jaune: Headmistress Ozlyn?!
Glynda: Ozlyn?! What are you doing here?
Ozlyn: Me? Why I was planning to get the number two spot, but I donât mind being number three~!
Glynda: The number two spot is mine bitch!
Ozlyn: Weâll see honey~! But, before we begin, Mr. Arc?
Jaune: Yes�
Ozlyn: Please say, âThe Lline.â
Jaune: The line�
Ozlyn: Yes, âThe Line~!â
Jaune: Uhhh⊠H-Hello, Headmistress Ozlyn⊠would you care to join us�
Ozlyn: Fufufu~! With extreme pleasure~!
~~~
Nora: Glynda Goodwitch, and Headmistress Ozlyn?!
Jaune: Yeah⊠both of themâŠ
Nora: Whoa⊠How was it?
Jaune: Starved, to say the leastâŠ
Nora: Oh gods⊠So⊠Now what� You started a harem with twentyone different woman, and all of us are ready, and waiting for a second run! So, what are you going to do, Fearless Leader?
Jaune: âŠ
Jaune: PancakesâŠ
Nora: Pancakes?
Jaune: Yeah, pancakes. Iâm hungry.
Nora: Whoo! Pancakes! Can we have sex afterwards?
Jaune: Sure.
Nora: Fuck yeah!
Jaune: No syrup in the bedroom though.
Nora: Dammit!
///
Haaa⊠Days of work⊠And itâs finally over!
Doing the bloody colour coding took foreverâŠ
Do enjoy~!
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#weiss schnee#pyrrha nikos#nora valkyrie#ruby rose#lie ren#neon katt#may zedong#coco adel#velvet scarlatina#rwby neo#cinder fall#emerald sustrai#arslan altan#reese chloris#ciel soleil#penny polendina#glynda goodwitch#rwby ozpin#terra cortta arc#saphron cotta arc#adrian cotta arc#rwby colourguard
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Dirty words are politically potent
On OCTOBER 23 at 7PM, I'll be in DECATUR, presenting my novel THE BEZZLE at EAGLE EYE BOOKS.
Making up words is a perfectly cromulent passtime, and while most of the words we coin disappear as soon as they fall from our lips, every now and again, you find a word that fits so nice and kentucky in the public discourse that it acquires a life of its own:
http://meaningofliff.free.fr/definition.php3?word=Kentucky
I've been trying to increase the salience of digital human rights in the public imagination for a quarter of a century, starting with the campaign to get people to appreciate that the internet matters, and that tech policy isn't just the delusion that the governance of spaces where sad nerds argue about Star Trek is somehow relevant to human thriving:
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/10/04/small-change-malcolm-gladwell
Now, eventually people figured out that a) the internet mattered and, b) it was going dreadfully wrong. So my job changed again, from "how the internet is governed matters" to "you can't fix the internet with wishful thinking," for example, when people said we could solve its problems by banning general purpose computers:
https://memex.craphound.com/2012/01/10/lockdown-the-coming-war-on-general-purpose-computing/
Or by banning working cryptography:
https://memex.craphound.com/2018/09/04/oh-for-fucks-sake-not-this-fucking-bullshit-again-cryptography-edition/
Or by redesigning web browsers to treat their owners as threats:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2017/09/open-letter-w3c-director-ceo-team-and-membership
Or by using bots to filter every public utterance to ensure that they don't infringe copyright:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2018/09/today-europe-lost-internet-now-we-fight-back
Or by forcing platforms to surveil and police their users' speech (aka "getting rid of Section 230"):
https://www.techdirt.com/2020/06/23/hello-youve-been-referred-here-because-youre-wrong-about-section-230-communications-decency-act/
Along the way, many of us have coined words in a bid to encapsulate the abstract, technical ideas at the core of these arguments. This isn't a vanity project! Creating a common vocabulary is a necessary precondition for having the substantive, vital debates we'll need to tackle the real, thorny issues raised by digital systems. So there's "free software," "open source," "filternet," "chat control," "back doors," and my own contributions, like "adversarial interoperability":
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/adversarial-interoperability
Or "Competitive Compatibility" ("comcom"), a less-intimidatingly technical term for the same thing:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/12/competitive-compatibility-year-review
These have all found their own niches, but nearly all of them are just that: niche. Some don't even rise to "niche": they're shibboleths, insider terms that confuse and intimidate normies and distract from the real fights with semantic ones, like whether it's "FOSS" or "FLOSS" or something else entirely:
https://opensource.stackexchange.com/questions/262/what-is-the-difference-between-foss-and-floss
But every now and again, you get a word that just kills. That brings me to "enshittification," a word I coined in 2022:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/28/enshittification/#relentless-payola
"Enshittification" took root in my hindbrain, rolling around and around, agglomerating lots of different thoughts and critiques I'd been making for years, crystallizing them into a coherent thesis:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/21/potemkin-ai/#hey-guys
This kind of spontaneous crystallization is the dividend of doing lots of work in public, trying to take every half-formed thought and pin it down in public writing, something I've been doing for decades:
https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/09/the-memex-method/
After those first couple articles, "enshittification" raced around the internet. There's two reasons for this: first, "enshittification" is a naughty word that's fun to say. Journalists love getting to put "shit" in their copy:
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/15/crosswords/linguistics-word-of-the-year.html
Radio journalists love to tweak the FCC with cheekily bleeped syllables in slightly dirty compound words:
https://www.wnycstudios.org/podcasts/otm/projects/enshitification
And nothing enlivens an academic's day like getting to use a word like "enshittification" in a journal article (doubtless this also amuses the editors, peer-reviewers, copyeditors, typesetters, etc):
https://scholar.google.com/scholar?hl=en&as_sdt=0%2C5&q=enshittification&btnG=&oq=ensh
That was where I started, too! The first time I used "enshittification" was in a throwaway bad-tempered rant about the decay of Tripadvisor into utter uselessness, which drew a small chorus of appreciative chuckles about the word:
https://twitter.com/doctorow/status/1550457808222552065
The word rattled around my mind for five months before attaching itself to my detailed theory of platform decay. But it was that detailed critique, coupled with a minor license to swear, that gave "enshittification" a life of its own. How do I know that the theory was as important as the swearing? Because the small wave of amusement that followed my first use of "enshittification" petered out in less than a day. It was only when I added the theory that the word took hold.
Likewise: how do I know that the theory needed to be blended with swearing to break out of the esoteric realm of tech policy debates (which the public had roundly ignored for more than two decades)? Well, because I spent two decades writing about this stuff without making anything like the dents that appeared once I added an Anglo-Saxon monosyllable to that critique.
Adding "enshittification" to the critique got me more column inches, a longer hearing, a more vibrant debate, than anything else I'd tried. First, Wired availed itself of the Creative Commons license on my second long-form article on the subject and reprinted it as a 4,200-word feature. I've been writing for Wired for more than thirty years and this is by far the longest thing I've published with them â a big, roomy, discursive piece that was run verbatim, with every one of my cherished darlings unmurdered.
That gave the word â and the whole critique, with all its spiky corners â a global airing, leading to more pickup and discussion. Eventually, the American Dialect Society named it their "Word of the Year" (and their "Tech Word of the Year"):
https://americandialect.org/2023-word-of-the-year-is-enshittification/
"Enshittification" turns out to be catnip for language nerds:
https://becauselanguage.com/90-enpoopification/#transcript-60
I've been dragged into (good natured) fights over the German, Spanish, French and Italian translations for the term. When I taped an NPR show before a live audience with ASL interpretation, I got to watch a Deaf fan politely inform the interpreter that she didn't need to finger-spell "enshittification," because it had already been given an ASL sign by the US Deaf community:
https://maximumfun.org/episodes/go-fact-yourself/ep-158-aida-rodriguez-cory-doctorow/
I gave a speech about enshittification in Berlin and published the transcript:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/30/go-nuts-meine-kerle/#ich-bin-ein-bratapfel
Which prompted the rock-ribbed Financial Times to get in touch with me and publish the speech â again, nearly verbatim â as a whopping 6,400 word feature in their weekend magazine:
https://www.ft.com/content/6fb1602d-a08b-4a8c-bac0-047b7d64aba5
Though they could have had it for free (just as Wired had), they insisted on paying me (very well, as it happens!), as did De Zeit:
https://www.zeit.de/digital/internet/2024-03/plattformen-facebook-google-internet-cory-doctorow
This was the start of the rise of enshittification. The word is spreading farther than ever, in ways that I have nothing to do with, along with the critique I hung on it. In other words, the bit of string that tech policy wonks have been pushing on for a quarter of a century is actually starting to move, and it's actually accelerating.
Despite this (or more likely because of it), there's a growing chorus of "concerned" people who say they like the critique but fret that it is being held back because you can't use it "at church or when talking to K-12 students" (my favorite variant: "I couldn't say this at a NATO conference"). I leave it up to you whether you use the word with your K-12 students, NATO generals, or fellow parishoners (though I assure you that all three groups are conversant with the dirty little word at the root of my coinage). If you don't want to use "enshittification," you can coin your own word â or just use one of the dozens of words that failed to gain public attention over the past 25 years (might I suggest "platform decay?").
What's so funny about all this pearl-clutching is that it comes from people who universally profess to have the intestinal fortitude to hear the word "enshittification" without experiencing psychological trauma, but worry that other people might not be so strong-minded. They continue to say this even as the most conservative officials in the most staid of exalted forums use the word without a hint of embarrassment, much less apology:
https://www.independent.ie/business/technology/chairman-of-irish-social-media-regulator-says-europe-should-not-be-seduced-by-mario-draghis-claims/a526530600.html
I mean, I'm giving a speech on enshittification next month at a conference where I'm opening for the Secretary General of the United Nations:
https://icanewdelhi2024.coop/welcome/pages/Programme
After spending half my life trying to get stuff like this into the discourse, I've developed some hard-won, informed views on how ideas succeed:
First: the minor obscenity is a feature, not a bug. The marriage of something long and serious to something short and funny is a happy one that makes both the word and the ideas better off than they'd be on their own. As Lenny Bruce wrote in his canonical work in the subject, the aptly named How to Talk Dirty and Influence People:
I want to help you if you have a dirty-word problem. There are none, and I'll spell it out logically to you.
Here is a toilet. Specifically-that's all we're concerned with, specifics-if I can tell you a dirty toilet joke, we must have a dirty toilet. That's what we're all talking about, a toilet. If we take this toilet and boil it and it's clean, I can never tell you specifically a dirty toilet joke about this toilet. I can tell you a dirty toilet joke in the Milner Hotel, or something like that, but this toilet is a clean toilet now. Obscenity is a human manifestation. This toilet has no central nervous system, no level of consciousness. It is not aware; it is a dumb toilet; it cannot be obscene; it's impossible. If it could be obscene, it could be cranky, it could be a Communist toilet, a traitorous toilet. It can do none of these things. This is a dirty toilet here.
Nobody can offend you by telling a dirty toilet story. They can offend you because it's trite; you've heard it many, many times.
https://www.dacapopress.com/titles/lenny-bruce/how-to-talk-dirty-and-influence-people/9780306825309/
Second: the fact that a neologism is sometimes decoupled from its theoretical underpinnings and is used colloquially is a feature, not a bug. Many people apply the term "enshittification" very loosely indeed, to mean "something that is bad," without bothering to learn â or apply â the theoretical framework. This is good. This is what it means for a term to enter the lexicon: it takes on a life of its own. If 10,000,000 people use "enshittification" loosely and inspire 10% of their number to look up the longer, more theoretical work I've done on it, that is one million normies who have been sucked into a discourse that used to live exclusively in the world of the most wonkish and obscure practitioners. The only way to maintain a precise, theoretically grounded use of a term is to confine its usage to a small group of largely irrelevant insiders. Policing the use of "enshittification" is worse than a self-limiting move â it would be a self-inflicted wound. As I said in that Berlin speech:
Enshittification names the problem and proposes a solution. It's not just a way to say 'things are getting worse' (though of course, it's fine with me if you want to use it that way. It's an English word. We don't have der Rat fĂŒr englische Rechtschreibung. English is a free for all. Go nuts, meine Kerle).
Finally: "coinage" is both more â and less â than thinking of the word. After the American Dialect Society gave honors to "enshittification," a few people slid into my mentions with citations to "enshittification" that preceded my usage. I find this completely unsurprising, because English is such a slippery and playful tongue, because English speakers love to swear, and because infixing is such a fun way to swear (e.g. "unfuckingbelievable"). But of course, I hadn't encountered any of those other usages before I came up with the word independently, nor had any of those other usages spread appreciably beyond the speaker (it appears that each of the handful of predecessors to my usage represents an act of independent coinage).
If "coinage" was just a matter of thinking up the word, you could write a small python script that infixed the word "shit" into every syllable of every word in the OED, publish the resulting text file, and declare priority over all subsequent inventive swearers.
On the one hand, coinage takes place when the coiner a) independently invents a word; and b) creates the context for that word that causes it to escape from the coiner's immediate milieu and into the wider world.
But on the other hand â and far more importantly â the fact that a successful coinage requires popular uptake by people unknown to the coiner means that the coiner only ever plays a small role in the coinage. Yes, there would be no popularization without the coinage â but there would also be no coinage without the popularization. Words belong to groups of speakers, not individuals. Language is a cultural phenomenon, not an individual one.
Which is rather the point, isn't it? After a quarter of a century of being part of a community that fought tirelessly to get a serious and widespread consideration of tech policy underway, we're closer than ever, thanks, in part, to "enshittification." If someone else independently used that word before me, if some people use the word loosely, if the word makes some people uncomfortable, that's fine, provided that the word is doing what I want it to do, what I've devoted my life to doing.
The point of coining words isn't the pilkunnussija's obsession with precise usage, nor the petty glory of being known as a coiner, nor ensuring that NATO generals' virgin ears are protected from the word "shit" â a word that, incidentally, is also the root of "science":
https://www.arrantpedantry.com/2019/01/24/science-and-shit/
Isn't language fun?
Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.
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https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/14/pearl-clutching/#this-toilet-has-no-central-nervous-system
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So you want leftist candidates? Here's how you get them:
First off, you have to understand that the far right didn't just wake up one day and say, "We should fuck up the country!" They have been OPENLY working for decades to fill literally every elected or appointed government position they could with Christian Dominionists and other right-wingers, and these folks show up to the polls EVERY SINGLE TIME.
When I was a kid in a far right church in the 1960s, they openly discussed how important is was to get their people into office who would help pass legislation to persecute/imprison/kill anyone who didn't follow their religion. If there's no one sufficiently right-wing running, they'll vote for whomever is closest, even if it gags them. And I cannot emphasize enough that they have long term goals that they are willing to take--and HAVE taken--generations to achieve.
The overturning of Roe v. Wade, for example, is a DIRECT RESULT of the decades-long effort by the far right to boost the most far-right-leaning candidates they could find. They've been talking for decades SPECIFICALLY about getting enough far right judges in SCOTUS to overturn Roe v. Wade. And these SCOTUS appointments are for LIFE, so these judges get to set policy for your GRANDCHILDREN.
So yes, the overturning of Roe v. Wade was only made possible because Trump was able to appoint three SCOTUS judges, in addition to all the other federal judges he appointed. Amd they're talking about going after same-sex marriage, minority rights, etc.
(Hell, the judge in charge of his secret documents case is one that he appointed--she has indefinitely postponed that case,by the way.)
And you don't think local school board elections are important? Have you not seen the news about all the anti-queer policies, and all the book-bannings? This, also, has a generational effect.
Meanwhile the left refuses to turn up to the polls because none of the candidates are pure enough. So guess why things are getting worse?
If the Left turned out for the most left-leaning candidate at EVERY SINGLE ELECTION, whether local or state or whatever, including primaries, we'd start seeing more leftist candidates. Yes, that means that if there's a choice between two extreme right wing candidates, you vote for the least extreme one.
I know I keep emphasizing that this is not just about POTUS, but POTUS does figure in, of course (among other things, who do you think appoints judges for congress to approve?).
So swallow this pill: Anything shitty Biden is doing, the shitgibbon will do MORE of.
"Not gonna vote Biden because he supports genocide, so I'd rather the guy win who ALSO supports genocide, wants Russia to invade more countries, thinks it's fine if China retakes Taiwan, wants a nationwide abortion ban, removal of civil rights for minorities, wants to overturn same-sex marriage (which the right-leaning majority in SCOTUS are already talking about), to cut back the role of congress in checking executive actions (including workarounds to avoid the need for congressional confirmation for presidential appointees), to remove federal employee protections so federal personnel can be replaced with Trump loyalists, and so on! That'll teach those Dems a lesson! THEN they'll be sorry. And fuck everyone the bad guys hurt, because I'll still be PURE. So what if top GOP officials want to actually NUKE Gaza?"
That's fucking kindergartner thinking.
Yes, Biden is a piece of shit, but I am not waxing at all hyperbolic when I say that a second orange shitgibbon term, with a far-right-majority SCOTUS--especially if the GOP manages majorities in both houses of congress--may be the end of what little is left of Democracy in the US. Not gonna argue about it, because I don't waste my time with petulant children.
Look at the GOP's plans for a Republican administration, and tell me you think it sounds better than another term of Biden. Hell, they've even set up online trainings and loyalty tests to narrow down potential federal hires to those who will commit to follow Trump without question.
I repeat: If you want more leftist candidates, if you want more worker power, if you want billionaires taxed, if you want to protect minorities and the queer community, you have to adopt the strategy that the right has used, educate yourself about what candidates stand for, and show up EVERY SINGLE TIME. Again, that includes primaries.
So many of us on the left would rather sit in the basement dreaming of some magical revolution that's going to fix everything, giving ourselves and others purity tests, and proudly announcing that we're... boycotting democracy by not voting(?), "because none of the candidates are a good choice."
Yeah, the left refusing to vote--or only voting in presidential elections--while the right turns up every time is exactly how we got here.
And you have to support the most left-leaning candidate even if it makes you gag, and even if "most left-leaning" means "not as openly fascist." This is the ONLY way you can be assured of candidates getting further to the left in the future. (Note that this means learning about your local candidates.)
"But voting won't fix--" I never said it was going to fix everything. There's no rule that if you vote, you can't volunteer with Food Not Bombs, or run for school board, or demonstrate, or circulate petitions. It takes more than voting, but voting has to be PART of our strategy.
You also have to accept that it may take decades to change course, and that you're not going to like every candidate you have to vote for.
The right didn't just magically get the orange shitgibbon into office overnight. It took decades of work. And if we want decent human beings in charge, we have to be willing to do the same.
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FLORIDA TRANS PALS, IT IS TIME TO PLAN
Especially if you are on HRT!
HB1421 is a bill that severely affects access to gender affirming care, including for adults. It outlines goals to:
1) Prohibit changing gender markers on birth certificates
2) Require that gender affirming care only come from physicians (not nurse practioners) who take on liability insurance for 30 YEARS after they provide care to a patient
3) Require informed consent forms at every single appointment, including distributing literature to dissuade patients
4) Ban transition care completely for minors
5) Make it so providers who accept state funds cannot provide gender affirming services (this is the big one that stands to affect anyone who takes medicare/aid, is a university, etc.).
6) Make it so providers who accept state funds cannot reimburse for gender affirming services.
We are facing a return to the Harry Benjamin days, or worse, an effective ban unless you are fortunate/wealthy enough to find a willing provider.
If it passes, this bill would take effect July 1, 2023. That is not a lot of time.
I would not count on any Rx or refill request to be honored after this date if the prescribing and dispensing sources no longer are allowed to grant care or decide to drop care because of the penalties.
July 1, 2023. Unless we hear otherwise, that is your clock.
This sucks, but there is comfort in seeing a clear date to plan around and the worst case is no longer completely unknown. It begins July 1.
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YOUR HOMEWORK, DUE ASAP:
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1) Get any and all your HRT appointments in now, including picking up your meds and doing bloodwork promptly.
2) If you think you will be living in FL come July, start looking now for providers where physicians - not NPs - provide the care. Get an appointment on the books for July. Be prepared to go in person for everything after July 1, because I believe telemed will also be shit-canned. Here is a map of informed consent providers.
3) If you are an old like me, also dig up your HRT permission slip from your therapist. Fuck, make a packet of all your transition documents, including Rx history.
4) If you are on private insurance, start budgeting now to prepare to pay out of pocket.
5) Create a simple spreadsheet of all your HRT dates (pls forgive, my experience is with shots on a 2 week cycle, so this is pretty easy for me to do) and plan out how long your current supply will last. Then, forecast how long all your upcoming refills before July 1 will last. Update it every time you pick up and take your meds. Refer to it for decisions like moving or finding backup providers.
6) Subscribe to the bill to get notified of changes asap
7) Follow this site to keep tabs on other very scary bills happening in Florida, including a bathroom ban and a child custody bill that is effectively kidnapping
8) If you need to change your birth certificate, do it now, pay the rush fees and write RUSH on the envelope. The Department of Health has the most up-to-date forms. Processing time for rush I last saw was around 18 business days.
9) Now that your own oxygen mask is on, so they say, boost mutual aid and recruit allies to assist in any way possible.
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Do try to continue seeing your current provider as long as possible, as they likely will need your support. Talk to them frankly about their plans if the bill passes.
Now. I am just a little guy and not a legal expert, but the aggressive enactment date on this bill makes me feel like everyone should plan now instead of waiting to see if it passes.
Be safe, plan, and then get a little rest. Do not lose hope - this bill could still fail.
#trans stuff#I have been ringing this alarm bell since 2016 and the pace of shit happening is getting really scary#trans#transgender#hb1421
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I just. I donât really want to keep talking about it, but I have to get these feelings out because the more I think about Somertonâs excuses video the angrier I get, ESPECIALLY given his insistence in the video that there isnât a real community within LGBTQ spacesâspecifically this quote; âWe wanted it to be a channel where every queer person could feel welcomed... And we failed at that. That is something that, in hindsight, I think is impossible to create.â*
Because wow! Arenât you the one who called Becky Albertalli, a bisexual woman, straight ?? Arenât you the one who has consistently stolen queer and lgbtq peopleâs work as your own , profiting off of their labor and research and time? Arenât you the one who sicced your fan base on smaller creators who noticed your plagiarism??? Arenât YOU the one who LIED blatantly about lesbians âhistorically having it easierâ than gay men ?? That LIED about Radclyffe Hallâs book being banned and destroyed???? What was it you said?? That she got to go on with âher merry little lifeâ???
Fuck you. How dare you.
How dare you say there is no community, no safe space for all of us, when you have literally done NOTHING but maliciously and consistently stolen from, lied to, manipulated, and put down and bullied the community.
You have done nothing but try to break apart and put down your lgbtq siblings, so of course you believe that solidarity, safety, and intersectionality within our community is not something that can exist.
There are lgbtq people who are actively working to make those spaces, where everyone feels welcomed, but you clearly see yourself as being above that, above collaboration and community, above listening to otherâs experiences.
You only think that a space where all queer and lgbtq people are welcomed and feel safe is impossible because your goal was never to carve out that space. It was to make money and take advantage of the people who looked up to you.
You think itâs impossible because you never once thought about the people you were stealing from, never once cared about the community, our history, the activism of our elders and all they did, never thought about how your actions and lies would hurt the community.
Stop making excuses and lying. Be fucking better.
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
*(Somerton, James. âA Measured Response.â YouTube, uploaded by James Somerton, 26 February 2024, https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kCNByQ6WopM)
(And thatâs how you cite a FUCKING source, James. It took me a minute, after two seconds of research on how to source a YouTube video. Fuckhead)
*I added the link to the video to make a point, as you need to have it in citations. The video is monetized, so please either donât click it and watch elsewhere OR watch with ad-blockers.
#james somerton#LGBTQ#lgbtq community#fuck off james fuCK OFFFFFFFF!!!#lesbian#im a lesbian and im so fucking mad at him ignoring the historical solidarity there was between gays and lesbians#so mad at him erasing peopleâs experiences and stealing#Iâm so glad I never fucking saw this guys videos#hbomberguy#media criticism#funhouse convo#funhouse vent
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Bad mentioned on his stream that all the dead eggs lives impacted how different we treat the eggs on the server and I realized that EVERY egg death changed history on the server and how we treat the eggs.
Juanaflippa- Obviously her second death made everyone very weary with the beds (and the admins bc i believe they made the beds harder to break). But her third death with sweeping edge and how everyone needs to be careful around the eggs with swords.
Tilin - Their death kinda goes hand in Juanaflippa about how NOT TO USE SWORDS around the eggs. But also Charlie went into eggxcile because of Tilins death and that snowballed into Gegg. Also helped with Luzuâs character and how he switched to Arin and with the computer/Code.
Chayanne- Technically chayanne lost their first life to neglect BUT the nightmare Phil, chayanne, and Tallulah had i believe introduced ânightmaresâ. Also it made the admins disable some born in chaos mobs and made Philza even more paranoid about the island than he already was.
Bobby - his death was the first permadeath we had since the trio died. It hurt a lot and made Forever realize that his death could have been prevented. Thus making Forever build the Ninho and make everyone very cautious of everything.
Ramon - same with Chayanneâs were his first death was to a Blaze but his nightmare was significant. It made the admins make solid ground rules about certain things and make sure everyone knows the rules about reinforced bases.
Leo- Her death with whales made everyone realized how fucking beefy and super dangerous the whales are. Also that you shouldnt just AFK anywhere. That you should try to be in a safe place before AFKing.
Dapper - His first death was SUPER significant. It made people realize that the code is learning and adapting. Thus made Bad, Forever, Cellbit, and Etoiles go to Luzus computer and explode it. Which lead to Forever getting pieces of the computer and getting the motivation to try to bargain with it. Which lead to Cellbits betrayal and enderchests getting banned. It also gave the most insane book by Cucurcho which is âPerfect for you or for me?â
Richarlyson- His first day nightmare gave us that the eggs have first day immunity. Then his actual death showed us that uhh fuck bulls and that Mike blames himself for Richas death to this day. Also gave us Imortalyson and kinda Richarlysonâs mindset of âfuck it we ballâ. All he has ever known is one life.
Trumpet - THE MOST IMPORTANT DEATH ON THE FUCKING SERVER HOLY SHIT. Yes Trumpet died from neglect but his death lead to the Theory Bros. For those who dont know, Bad went to Maxs house to comfort him about Trumpets death and one of the ways he tried to get Maxs mind off of Trumpets death is talk about how weird the island is. Thus Bad and Max theorizing about the island and the rest is history. Also it lead to Max and Bad interacting more and kinda making Max talk to more people around the island.
Tallulah - Her nightmare with Phil and Chayanne has significance as stated above. But her death with the Code is significant because it was the first time Forever saw an eggâs death. It deeply upset him and made him a lot more serious about the eggs. Also again made Philza more paranoid.
Pomme- She hasnt died yet but her nightmare I would say is pretty significant. Kinda with Ramons nightmare, it helped give the players, admins, and audience some more rules on things and what the admins can/cant do. It also made everyone realize âHoly shit theres a weapon that does 50000 damage and will one shot you and destroy your armorâ which is terrifying on its own.
Everything is so significant on this fucking island and every egg is extra significant to this island. No death is taken in vain. They truly shaped the island and everything we know about it
#qsmp#qsmp eggs#qsmp chayanne#qsmp trump#qsmp trumpet#qsmp tilin#qsmp tilĂn#qsmp bobby#qsmp dapper#qsmp ramĂłn#qsmp ramon#qsmp leonarda#qsmp juanaflippa#qsmp tallulah#qsmp pomme#qsmp richarlyson
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Kinktober day 9: Lactation (posting this at 1 am on the 10th but ssshh)
Rio finds you on the brink of death, but it isnât your time yet. She takes it upon herself to nurse you back to health.
CW: Reader suffers from homophobic violence, the consent is a bit dubious
Other notes: Very gentle Rio, lots of pet names, lactation with healing properties (and aphrodisiac properties), reader becomes Rioâs pet
âWell well, what have I found this time?â Rio mused to herself as she saw you on the ground, curled up, almost unconscious.
Death. You thought to yourself. Death has come to take me. Itâs just as well.
âLetâs find out what your story is, hm?â Rio said, lightly massaging your temple.
What she found horrified her. You were dragged out here by a group of men. They beat you half to death, in theory it was because you were suspected of being a witch, in reality it was because one of them suspected you of trying to seduce his girlfriend.
âThey donât even truly know of the power you hold,â Rio said quietly, âitâs not your time to go yet, little one.â
That was the last thing you heard before blackness took over your vision.
You woke up in a cave, on a mat of woven vines.
âSorry, I donât have guests often and I donât really sleep, this was the best I could do on short notice.â The strange witch who saved you said.
You tried to get up, you were unsuccessful, wincing at pain coming from your abdomen.
âEasy there sweetheart.â She sat beside you on the mat as you laid back down.
âI thought you were Death, coming to collect me.â
âWell in a sense I did, just not in the way you expected. But you can call me Rio.â
âRio?â
âRio Vidal, at first it was just a pseudonym, but Iâve gotten a bit attached to it.â
âRiver of Life, so Death has a sense of humor.â
âGotta have one in my line of work.â
You chuckled lightly, which caused you to wince again.
Rio reached a hand out, very cautiously, to brush some hair out of your face. âI can help you with that, sweet thing.â
âYeah? Why do you want to help me?â
âSomeoneâs a bit mistrustful.â
âCan you blame me?â
âNo I cannot. Look, hereâs the deal. I have something I need help with, and you can help me with it.â
âWhat exactly does Death need help with?â
âYou forget that at the end of the day, I am a green witch. And thereâs a little side effect of that I need help with.â
You looked at her confused.
âWhat exactly do you know about witches?â
âNot a lot. Managed to find an old banned book about potions but thatâs been about it.â
Rio nodded slowly. âOkay wellâŠhow should I break this down? I can help heal you, quickly in fact.â
âOkay. And in return I?â
âYou help me get my breasts to stop aching.â
Your eyes widened.
âYou drink from me, it heals you, I get rid of my milk from this cycle.â
You could not believe what you were hearing. She had to be joking right? Maybe Deathâs sense of humor was more twisted than you thought.
Then Rio flung her top off, and you saw her nipples leak a bit. âThink you can get on your side or do I need to straddle you?â
âDoes it have to be like, mouth to tit? Can I not use a cup or something?â
âYou could if I had any.â
âRight, right, guess you donât really need to do the âsustenance for survival thingâ.â
âLook, sweetheart , you can spend possibly months healing, unable to sit up for weeks. Orrrrrr, you can put your mouth on my tits and both of our lives will be so much easier.â
You really did not mean to be staring at her chest, but they were bigâŠfull, and right in front of you.
âYouâre not exactly being subtle, doll.â Rio said, bringing a hand to cup one of them. âCâmon, it wonât take that long, you donât even need to drink all of it to heal. And Iâll still get some relief.â
Fuck it. You thought to yourself. âOkay. Yâknow making a deal with Death was not really on my agenda for today.â
Rio smiled. She slid next to you and gently coaxed you to your side. You cautiously wrapped your lips around her nipple. She stroked your hair encouragingly.
âThere you go, just like that.â She let out a moan. âOh youâre good at that baby.â
It really did work quick. You were already starting to feel better. You felt calmer too. You werenât sure how to describe what it tasted like, but it was good, and you wanted to keep going.
âMmm, feeling better baby?â Rio asked.
You were but you found yourself in a haze. It just felt so good to keep sucking. To keep drinking Her in.
âMmm, I bet you are. You should be all healed up actually. But you can keep drinking that works for me. Youâre awful cute like this.â She scratched at the back of your scalp and you moaned around her.
âMaybe I should keep you. Yeah, I think Iâll do that. Youâd like taking care of me like this every month, wouldnât you pet?â Rio mused as she petted you.
âOther side now if you wouldnât mind. Not that youâd mind very much right now.â She chuckled.
You readjusted so that you were on top of her, now drinking as much as you could from her other tit.
âItâs been so long since Iâve had such an eager little mouth on me. You feel so good pet.â She reached an hand between her legs. âYouâre being so good for me baby, just keep sucking.â She said as she started to rub her clit to the sight of you.
She had stopped leaking into your mouth so you detached and realized how worked up you had gottenâŠhow worked up she had gotten.
âKiss me, pet.â
You didnât hesitate to obey. Her free hand wrapped around the back of your neck as she let you explore her mouth with your tongue. You moaned into her.
âEasily excited little thing arenât you?â Rio whispered against your lips. âFuck baby Iâm so close, fuck, yeah keep looking at me like that.â She said as she grabbed your jaw, wanting those big doe eyes on her for as long as possible.
You felt her shake underneath you as she came. Eye contact broken as she screwed her eyes shut in pleasure. You stroked her hair, totally in awe.
Rio composed herself and brought her fingers to your lips.
In that moment you realized you never wanted to be done tasting her, every part of her.
âSuch a good little pet. Already so well trained.â She teased. She adjusted you so that your legs were on either side of her thigh. âThis is the last thing I want from you tonight okay? Can you cum for me, sweetheart?â
You nodded and started grinding against her. Every sensation seemed so intense tonight.
âI did forget to warn you about something my dear. See I can just heal people, but if someone is healthy, then drinking from me can actâŠas a bit of an aphrodisiac. Feeling a little fuzzy?â
You nodded and continued rocking your hips against her.
âI could have stopped you I suppose. But you were just so cute. And I bet if felt really good didnât it?â
You nodded again, whimpering.
âAnd I bet this feels amazing right?â
âUh-huhâ you moaned out.
âOh did I make you lose your words? Thatâs okay. Petâs donât need words, they just need to hump or suck, or whatever else I tell them to do. And right now? I want you to cum.â
Your body complied with her demand. She took your hips and made sure you rode all the way through it. You collapsed on top of her.
âBig night huh sweet thing?â
âMhm.â
âGet some sleep my dear. Iâll be right here.â
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azriel: mr loverboy
angst + fluffÂ
âboy you keep on blowing my mind, caught up in my emotions.âÂ
song: mr loverboy by little mix
Azriel always treated you kindly when you were just friends. But once that mating bond snapped, oh boy thatâs where everything changed.Â
You didnât think it was possible that Azriel could get sweeter than he already was but he quickly proved you wrong.Â
If he knew you had a bad day, heâd show up with your favorite flowers, candy or a new book. He always held doors open for you, made you walk on the side of a street that was least hazardous. Always listened to you, held you.Â
You made sure to return that in tenfold.Â
Because of past relationships, you kind of expected to see your partner have wandering eyes but as long as they came home with you, you always felt like you didnât have a right to be upset. At least, thatâs what they told you. But Azrielâs eyes never strayed from yours. He hugged his family but he held you differently. As if he wanted every part of your body constantly being pressed against his.Â
However, if someone randomly came up touching him, he would either flatly look at them disgusted or politely decline depending on the social situation. He didnât like hurting other people's feelings but he knew your scent was on him as well as his whole ass wedding ring.Â
You and the Inner Circle were at a party in the Summer Court. Tarquin and his newly wedded mate had thrown a lovely gathering. Tarquin even temporarily lifted the ban on Cassian. As long as he didnât go anywhere alone.Â
You were too used to seeing multiple people throw themselves on your husband. But he didnât even look at them. He kept telling them no and they just wouldnât listen.Â
But this night, a night of love and celebration, you watched one girl just push it a bit too far. You could see your mate trying to politely turn her down and not cause a scene that would distract from the newly wedded couple.Â
So you did what anyone else would do.Â
Walked your sexy ass over and plopped down on his lap. Put his face in your hands and gave him a big ole kiss. You ignored the snickers from his brothers and the gasps from the girl and just focused on him. He kissed you back eagerly. His hands coming up behind your back and holding you.Â
You two pulled away, he smiled, a glimmer of affection and pure warmth was sent down the bond. âWhat was that for?âÂ
You smiled, âI just wanted to.â You didnât wanna admit it was jealousy. However, your husband wasnât stupid. He smiled knowingly and you rolled your eyes. You turned towards the girl and she had already left.Â
Satisfied, you turned towards where Azriel was facing. You saw the Inner Circle giving you shit-eating looks. You did something no one would dare do to their High Lady however you got special privilege. âShut the fuck up.â You murmured. She threw her beautiful head back and laughed. She knew all too well how you felt about Azrielâs admirers. She felt the same about Rhysandâs. Nesta tipped her glass to you, she also knew what it was like fighting off the admirers.Â
You leaned back against the warmth of your mate. A welcome contrast to the cool summer breeze on the patio.Â
After a bit more dancing, Nesta and Cassian retired to bed, Rhysand and Feyre quickly following. After a quick goodbye to the happy couple, you and Azriel began a walk by the beach.Â
âSo do you prefer the sandy beaches or the rocky beaches of the Night Court?â Azriel asked you.Â
âHonestly, Iâve always hated sand. Blegh, the herpes of nature.â You shuddered.Â
He let out a loud, unguarded laugh and you found it the most beautiful sound. Usually, after a comment like that, your past partners would scold you.Â
But Azriel embraces you. He held your hand even tighter.Â
âBut we wouldnât be able to be barefoot in the Night Court.â He argued. âYes, but we also donât know what germs are touching our naked feet. Iâd rather have protection. What if you step on glass in sand?â You said back.Â
He gave you a pensive thought. âIt seems we agree to disagree.âÂ
âYou like the sand?â you asked softly. Youâd put up with it for him. Youâd put up a lot for this man.
âI donât know what it is. It just feels nice.â
âThen we should look into a vacation rental here.â You squeezed his hand.Â
âNo, no you hate-â
âHey, I hate sand but I can put up with it if it means I get to wake up to your sexy naked body in the sun.â You gave an overdramatic shiver. âLord, theyâre gonna have to put me in church for the thoughts I just had about you.âÂ
He let out another laugh, you wanted to preserve it in a jar and just open it to hear it. âBesides, a vacation rental would be nice. Just imagine,â You held your hand out in front of you as if to paint a scene. âA nice cabana, windows and doors wide open, curtains blowing in with the breeze. Fresh fruit and seafood waiting for us. The smell of sex and ocean water. A goddamn wet dream.âÂ
But when you turned your head, you just saw him gazing at you full of love. âIâm looking at the only dream Iâll ever need right now.âÂ
Your blush couldâve rivaled the earlier sunset. âSap.âÂ
âYou love it.â âMore than anything.â You said, all traces of joking gone.Â
You somehow were able to hold him tighter as you two continued walkingÂ
âThank you for earlier by the way.â You whispered.Â
He looked confused, âwhat?â
âYou didnât entertain that random girl. I appreciated it.â
âYouâŠyou don't need to thank me for not looking at other people?â He was even more confused. âYouâre my mate. My wife. You come first, always and forever, baby.â He brought your interlocked hands up to his lips to kiss your hand.Â
You got a bit embarrassed. âIâve never been anyone's first choice, so itâs kind of crazy to me that Iâm yours.â You admitted.Â
His heart slowly broke that you had never had someone treat you like this. He pulled you both to a stop. âYouâll always be my number one. Even above the Night Court. Above it all.â
âIâd never ask you to put me above your job, Az.â
âI know, hence why youâre put above it.â He pulled you in to kiss your forehead. âYou deserve the best, better than me, I don't know how the Mother paired-â
âShut up,â You snapped with no real bite. âYouâre wonderful Az, Iâll always tell you that.â
He conceded, âweâre perfect together.â
âFuck yeah we are.â You said bringing him in for a kiss.Â
#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#azriel x reader fluff#acotar#acofas#acomaf#acowar#azriel x you#azriel x y/n
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What even are the ancient laws?
I've been meaning to get around to this one for ages.
Anyways! Good question, guys! Answer: nobody fucking knows. Sure, we have good ideas. The laws are mentioned every now and then as a "oh, no little mortal child I can't help you - that's against the ancient laws. But hey! You can help me."
Let's be honest: the ancient laws, while there might be legitimate reasons for some of them, have transformed into yet another way that the gods hold themselves as the high and mighty overlords of the world, and keep their mortal offspring below them at all costs. But... why? Are the demigods really that dangerous to the gods? The answer: yes, but not to the gods - to Zeus.
Let's start from the beginning and list out everything we know about the laws. I did the hard work, you're welcome:
1. Gods cannot steal each others' symbols of power.
2. A god cannot initiate a fight with a mortal.
3. No direct interference - gods are not allowed to interfere in the lives and ongoings of mortals or monsters.
4. No more than 3 people are allowed on a quest.
5. Harming the sacred animals of a god is forbidden.
And that's it. Those are the only true mentions of the Ancient Laws in the entirety of the Riordanverse (at least, the Greco-Roman books).
And I think we all know what the most important one is. Direct Interference is the only one we see Zeus actively enforcing (or at least attempting to). But why is that? Well, stealing another god's symbol of power and initiating a battle with a mortal are physically impossible for gods, and the ban on harming a sacred animal is very commonly accepted already, as it's a guaranteed way to get your ass whooped. And the rule about having 3 on a quest isn't really something Zeus is going to spare the effort to enforce - starting a quest with more than 3 will typically guarantee that you come home with only 3, if at all.
But Direct Interference is the most interesting law, simply because it's the one that our demigod narrators are affected by the most, either in the ways their godly parents violate it, or refuse to do so.
There's plenty of instances where this law has had quite a bit of impact on the story and relationships. For example, Hermes used this law as a major reason why he could not help Luke or prevent him from raising Kronos. But let's be honest: besides Zeus himself, Hermes might be one of the only gods that actually obey this rule, despite the fact that he wants to break it. Just off the top of my head, I can name an instance in the series where every single Olympian at least toed the line of violating Direct Interference, except for maybe Demeter. And I'm not sure Dionysus counts, since he has contact with his half-blood children because of his position at CHB.
But there's something interesting even about the ways these gods break the law of Direct Interference. In most instances, these interactions with mortals happen when the god is in disguise, or through dreams. And, based on how little it seems like the gods get punished for breaking Direct Interference, we can only assume that Zeus is not aware of when gods talk to demigods via dreams. I mean, he's probably aware that it happens: Apollo, Poseidon, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hera, Ares (who occasionally follows the rule, but only as an excuse to not help a demigod out), Artemis (although she is subject to exceptions due to her domain), Dionysus, Athena (I think?), and Hades all do it at least once in the RRverse. I mean, you could also argue that dreams are a more indirect means if interference, but I can also see how that's an iffy argument at best.
So, what does this mean? If there is one thing I know about laws and rules in general is that people tend to break laws if the direct consequences of their own actions don't directly apply to them. Gods would probably respect the law of Direct Interference more if there was an immediate negative effect on themselves, aside from just the punishment.
Think of a law or a rule that people break all the time. Littering, for example. People do it all the time, even though it's bad. But why is it bad? A person who doesn't have a lot of forethought will drop a piece of trash and say 'hey, that doesn't affect me. The planet will suffer and this will be a pain in the ass to clean up, but I'm not the one cleaning it up, so why do I care?' If you don't care about the planet or other people cleaning up your trash, the only reason you have to not litter is that you're afraid of the punishment.
I think the attitude towards Direct Interference is similar. The only reason a god would obey is if they're afraid of the punishment, or if they respect Zeus enough to follow his laws (which, clearly, is not the norm in godly society). And even then, what is a punishment to an immortal being? The only way Zeus punishes gods that really matters to them is turning them mortal - and that's a very rare occurrence.
By that logic, we can assume that a violation of Direct Interference does not actually negatively affect gods all that much. To be honest, it doesn't negatively affect mortals either. Maybe monsters have the short end of the stick, but monsters didn't write the law of Direct Interference - Zeus did. So... why? Why does it exist?
My first thought was the Fates and prophecy - if gods can interact in mortal life without recourse, then it might fuck with the way the Fates operate. But gods have been interfering for the entirety of civilization. If they really had a the power to alter the future just by dipping a toe in mortal life, don't you think it would have been obvious? Even in the RRverse, there are plenty of instances, as I've mentioned, that gods have interfered in a quest, and said quest wasn't severely fucked over because of that interference. Take, for instance, Percy's quest to save Artemis - Apollo intervened, but where were the consequences of that? Where were the earth-shattering effects?
So what gives? Also, I'd argue that the gods would actually obey the law more if they knew it had such a negative effect on the proper functioning of the Fates, especially Apollo since that's his domain. So I'm going to say that's not the case.
So we're back to the first question: why does the law against Direct Interference exist if it has no effect on the gods or the Fates? In all references to the law against Direct Interference in the Riordanverse, never once is it explained why this law exists. Why would Zeus create it if violating it doesn't have some major world-ending effect? Gods are gods: what could make this law so important that it's the only one Zeus makes a true effort to enforce?
Well, it makes sense to me that Zeus would create the law if he's the one who has to bear the immediate consequences of it. Which raises the question: what are the immediate consequences? What reason could Zeus possibly have to separate half-blood children from their godly parents? HMmmmmmmMMMM.
Well, there's another interesting thing about the Ancient Laws: some of them don't apply to mortals. Mortals can steal a god's symbol of power, and mortals can initiate battles with gods. Imagine with me a scenario in which your enemy has an army that is not subject to the same laws you are. Gods are (as far as I know) physically incapable of stealing symbols of power and starting battles with mortals, but what does that matter if they have half-blood children that reach the power of minor gods, like Percy, who can do that for you?
It's a terrifying premise, if you're Zeus. And before you start telling me that I'm going down yet another far-fetched rabbit hole (listen - I always make sense in the end), we've seen Zeus go down this line of thought before, all the way back in The Lightning Thief. Remember???
Chiron said that the reason Zeus blamed Percy for stealing the Master Bolt was because the mines the Cyclopes used to forge the bolts is close to Poseidon's domain, and he thinks Poseidon has it out for him. Now, there's a theory running around the TOA fandom that gods can control how much power they hand off to their children (as seen with Apollo's children, who rarely inherit the power of prophecy, which we're willing to bet is something Apollo is controlling from behind the scenes), and if Zeus knew that Poseidon had had a child, it's possible Zeus thought Poseidon was trying to create a super-child just for the sake of overthrowing him. I'm willing to bet that one of his greatest fears is that an ĂŒber-powerful child of one of his brothers would be used to steal his symbol of power and then overthrow him. He views demigod children like weapons that his enemies can use because they could be inherently dangerous to the standard structure of godly society. His main fear is somebody with the motivation of Luke having the power of Percy. And what do paranoid kings do when presented with the idea of their greatest fears? Make laws against them.
The only way Zeus could be sure that Poseidon would never intentionally have a child like Percy, then bring him under his wing just in time to start a rebellion against him is to ban that kind of interaction at all.
Counterpoint: you could also say that the law against Direct Interference was a way to protect the mortals against the gods who might harm them or do them dirty. Like getting women pregnant while in the form of a swan. Ahem ahem. Do you get my point, though? It's not like Zeus has any real reason to protect the mortals in this way, since he was one of the main perpetrators anyways, but it is a damn good excuse if he also wanted a reason to prevent a potential revolution led by demigods.
Now, if you'll bear with me for a little bit longer, there is one more interesting thing I'd like to point out: In the entirety of Trials of Apollo, Apollo (a god, obviously) only mentions following the Ancient Laws once. Unsurprisingly, at the time he's mentioning the law against Direct Interference, he's also violating it - when he kills Commodus to save lives, Rome, and for his own peace of mind. So, to me this basically means that Apollo doesn't give two single shits about following laws against Direct Interference.
Connect that with everything else we know about Apollo post-trials: he loves his kids, doesn't want to see them hurt, and is trying to distance himself from Zeus and godly society. Even pre-trials, he doesn't have any trouble admitting that Zeus makes his rules and laws difficult to follow - nobody is good enough in Zeus' eyes. I truly believe, if there's any person who, given the proper means and motivation to overthrow at least some aspects of the Direct Interference law, he would.
Just saying. Feel free to add on if anybody else has more thoughts!
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In Your Fantasy
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x (F) Reader
Word Count: ~5300
Warnings: semi-public sex (like...very low-key), oral sex (F receiving), unprotected PIV sex. 18+ only ~
This took me forever to finish because I started it before my stupid tonsillectomy and I was totally useless throughout most of the recovery. Also, it's been absolutely ages since I wrote a Jake x Reader fic so I'm not sure how I feel about it...I really enjoyed writing this regardless of my trepidation though. I loved the idea of falling in love with him at work and him being so cheeky...hope you enjoy it too <3
P.S. also ages ago, I wrote a Josh x Reader fic that also took place in a library which you can read here. Links on my desktop masterlist aren't active for some reason...but I found it using a certain tag lmao. If you know, you know.
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You were finishing up fixing the order of some art books in the back of the library when you felt Jake come up behind you. âWanna hear something kind of crazy?â he whispered in your ear, his chin nearly on your shoulder, his hair brushing against yours. Without even seeing him, the closeness and warmth of his body and the low, husky whisper sent a tingle up your spineâhe certainly added a level of intrigue to working in a library.Â
âAlways,â you said, slipping the last book into the correct spot. It was a quiet Thursday afternoonâyouâd thought itâd actually be busier given the rain that kept bucketing down outside, creating an even cozier atmosphere, but maybe people just wanted to stay home with their books instead. That was fine by you. You liked it when it was nearly dead silent throughout the building and Jake was there to occasionally break through, his voice a river through your thoughts and his subtle touches all shockwaves to your heart.Â
When you turned around to face him, Jake looked like he was holding back a hilarious joke or something, eyes all eager and a grin tight on his lips like he was bursting at the seams. âSo I just went to the bathroom and guess what I heard?â he went on, raising his eyebrows.Â
You scrunched up your nose, already worried. This wasnât what you were expecting when heâd said âsomething crazy.â What sort of craziness happened in libraries anyway? âThere are a lot of things I can think of. Is this a gross story?â
Jake chuckled. âIt depends on your definition of âgross.â Okay,â he said, looking around to make sure you two were still alone in the section. Then he looked into your eyes again and lowered his voice even more to tell you, âThere were people fucking in there.âÂ
You scoffed, offended on behalf of the libraryâthe sacred, beautiful space where people went to relax and read, not deal with lewd conduct. That wasnât crazy, that was just offensive! âWhat, like two guys?â you questioned, tilting your head, a little irked at Jake finding this all so funny.Â
âNo, a guy and a girl.â
âUgh. Thatâs even worse. Women shouldnât have to deal with getting laid in a menâs bathroom,â you said, then were momentarily distracting yourself with yet another out of place book on the shelf. âIâd never do that. I canât believe someone else is. I mean, kids go here.â
âYeah, thatâs true,â Jake said slowly. He leaned against the bookshelf and looked at you pointedly, his dark eyes even darker in the dim light. âThen againââ
Before he could finish, you had another thought. âWait, Jakeâdid you say anything to them?â
âNo. What could I say? I just high-tailed it out of there as soon as I heard.â
You sighed. The whole thing would be far more redeemable if your boyfriend had at least tried to throw out some warning words to the perpetrators. âYou should have told them to stop. I would have.â
âIâm sure they finished soon after I left.â He smirked. âIt sounded like they were pretty close.â
You groaned quietly and turned away, preferring to find another thing to busy yourself with now. âGross. They should be banned.â
Jake followed along right at your side as you whisked through the rest of the art section and back to the cart you needed to empty. âI didnât see who they were, so no chance of that.â At the cart, he put his hands on it, keeping it in place. âI actually thought youâd find it sort of amusing, Y/N.â
You leaned over, almost close enough to touch your noses together. âYouâre such a guy. Only a guy would think itâs amusing and not disgusting.âÂ
âI donât know about that. Maybe youâre just a little stuffy,â Jake replied, tilting his head up as if he were challenging you. âAlthough maybe I shouldnât be surprised, considering weâve never done anything like that.â
You scoffed again and leaned back, surprised and still a little irritated, but also genuinely curious. âOh, so you want to fuck around in a public place? Thatâs something I didnât know about you.â
Jakeâs challenging stance turned crestfallen, and he lifted one of your hands to press a kiss to. âForget I said anything about it. I mean, I suppose youâre rightâit is kind of gross.â He kept your hand clasped in his for a few seconds as he said, âBut Iâd never make love to you in a public bathroom. Iâd hope you know me better than that.â
You looked over your shoulder at the sound of a man clearing his throat, settling down into a chair with a newspaper. He wasnât paying any attention to you or Jake, but you gave the cart a push anyway, cajoling Jake off it so you could navigate to where you needed to go next.Â
âItâs really the fact that itâs the bathroom that makes it so gross,â you whispered as Jake kept following you. You couldnât deny youâd had some secret fantasies about getting it on in the libraryâafter all, it was where you and Jake had met and where you continued to spend the most time together. But none of your fantasies included the restrooms in the hall, or the utility closet or that little corridor tucked away across from the restrooms where the vending machines were. Too grody, too cramped, too obvious.
âAt least our bathrooms are clean.â Jake parked himself right next to you once you were in the biography section, and when you stepped away from the cart, he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you in place. âBut if Iâm being really honest, I have thought about us, well, fooling around here. I think itâs quite surprising we never have.â
âJake,â you said in an attempt to protest, but his sweet, pretty face and ticklish touch on your waist made you giggle, and his confession that echoed your own secret thoughts lit a little spark. âWe work here!âÂ
âSo? All the more reason. Itâs always been our special place.â Jake smiled as he got even closer to kiss you; you kissed him back, looping your arms over his shoulders. He was smiling even bigger when you both broke away and he said, âYou know, itâs just me closing tonight. You should stay after with me.â
âGod, and do what?â you replied, but, despite yourself, you were growing more intrigued.Â
âWell, donât you think the study rooms here are nice and cozy?â Jake questioned, still latching himself to your side as you started to put more books away. âThere arenât any cameras in any of them either. No one would know.â
You looked up at him from your crouched position, sliding a book into place. âSomeone would know. Someone would find out somehow.â You were quickly finding even more perfectly good reasons in your mind not to do this, to not even really toy with the idea, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought, why not? Could the risk make it more fun? Even just the new, ill-fitting, sort of scandalous environment?Â
Besides, Jake really did look hot today. He looked hot every day, but the second youâd seen him after heâd come into work earlier, heâd lit a fire in your belly that was more intense than usual. His hair had the perfect level of slight messiness and the relaxed black button-down shirt was perhaps one or two buttons shy of being overtly inappropriate for work; the smooth tan skin of his chest exposed and acting as a lovely backdrop to the long silver chain dangling, the pendant hitting his sternum. You could imagine tugging on that chain, grasping the pendant in your palm, to pull him closer while he pressed you against one of those thick wooden tables. Youâd run your fingers through his hair and kiss him in the frozen silence, and maybe no one would ever know after all.
âI can practically hear the wheels turning,â Jake remarked, tapping your forehead once you were standing again. âYou know you want to.âÂ
You let out an inadvertent nervous giggle and rolled your eyes. âYes, Iâm thinking about it.â
Jake stepped closer, pressing you back against the cart of books. âIâd love to hear some of those thoughts,â he said, putting his hands on your waist.
âYouâre lucky itâs dead here today,â you said, keeping your voice a whisper despite the, indeed, dead library around you. You rested your arms over his shoulders, twisting a strand of his hair between your fingers; Jake just kept looking at you with that sweet, silently begging gaze until you giggled, relenting. âOkay. I was, umâŠthinking about you pushing me down on one of those big tables.â
Jakeâs eyebrows rose. âWhat else?â
âWellâŠâ you began, looking down at his dark jeans rubbing against your skirt. âYouâre giving me some more ideas now.â You lifted one foot off the floor to rub your calf over his, the delicate material of your tights creating subtle but scintillating friction against his denim.Â
Jake ran the tip of his nose up your cheek and whispered in your ear, âSame here.âÂ
Just as you were closing your eyes and allowing yourself to let your environment fall away around you, to forget about all the risk of being caught right there, and just as Jakeâs hand was sliding down between your legs, a personâs incredibly softâthanks to the clever carpeting jobâfootsteps headed your way yanked you right out of the moment.
Jake, too. He shot back and cleared his throat, ran a hand through his hair and looked in the direction of the footsteps; you did too, and soon enough an older woman with her nose already in an open book trotted past the shelves.Â
âSee?â you whispered, gesturing at the passer-by who was already out of view. âItâs so easy to get caught.â
âPlease, that lady didnât notice a thing. Alright,â Jake said before he stole one last hurried kiss. âI should let you keep doing your job and I should carry on with mine. But will you stay after with me tonight?â
You pursed your lips as you looked at him, considering, but it wasnât long before you said, âAlright, Jake. Iâll stay after and we can play out your little fantasy.â
âItâs your fantasy too, baby doll,â Jake said with a wink before he half-turned, beginning to step away. âI think weâve established that.â
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There wasnât a whole lot to keep your mind occupied as the afternoon carried on. The rain kept coming down, hammering hard against the roof and windows, and the sky outside was pure gray, all flat and blank. It reminded you of your first day working here, as a matter of factâthat morning in the previous late October, when autumnâs chill was officially in the air. A fine layer of frost had even been on the ground that morning; your shoes had crunched over it on the short walk to your car and youâd had to use your defroster once you turned the key, your anxiety peaking as you had to wait even longer to start the new job.Â
How could such a quiet, peaceful place encite so much anxiety anyway? You remembered wondering that very question as you walked over the sidewalk to the library entrance for the first time since being hired, the concrete slick with that morning frost and the beginnings of a gentle rainfall. And just when youâd been settling in and getting comfortable, Jake had showed up and introduced himself, all casual and easy like he didnât know he was the most beautiful man youâd ever seen.
Thankfully, Jake was also the sweetest man youâd ever met. It didnât take long before his beauty and charm stopped intimidating you and instead just made you feel all light and full of joyâyou were simply happy to chat with him whenever you both could spare a few minutes. Those few minutes steadily turned into shared breaks; then, shared lunches where youâd sit out back on the one picnic table when the weather permitted. Then he started bringing you special treats sometimes, things he knew you liked because he actually listened about what you liked, and then after that he started bringing you whole lunches packed with love and care that youâd never experienced before.Â
So, after all that, was it really such a big deal to make love inside the place in which you fell in love?
None of your other coworkers even seemed to notice that you were staying later than planned this evening. But, just to be safe, you also made a point to hide out in the kidâs section when closing time crept up, busying yourself with cleaning up stray crayons and markers and then browsing through some of the newer picture book additions when you were done with that.Â
When you were sliding one picture book back onto the shelf and reaching for another, you noticed the part of the library beyond the kidâs section dim; you stood up and walked out into the main area, and there Jake was behind the checkout counters flipping switches.
âDespite almost always being the one to close,â he said, flipping another switch. âI still sometimes forget which lights actually get turned off and which ones stay on.â
A path of yellow light led the way past the checkout and reception, past the few rows of public use desktop computers. Jake held your hand as you both stepped through the library, your heartbeat speeding up a bit with nervous yet delightful anticipation; a few more steps and you were further into the very back of the library, just about there. Four study rooms were staggered just beyond the teen reading section, two on the left and two on the right with a wall of windows in between.Â
Jake opened the door to the last study room on the right. A large window was in there too, soaking in the deep sunset that was resting beyond the grass outside and the trees, and the mostly-bare branches of all the trees were throwing shadows across the library grounds. Then Jake flipped the light on, making it all disappear.
âOh no,â you said, reaching behind him to flip it off again. âItâs sort of magical with the light off. Look at that sunset.â
Jake followed your gaze out the window to the wash of deep blue painted across the sky, nighttime so early in autumn that only a slight sliver of golden-orange remained just on the horizon. The rain had stopped a few minutes ago and had left a lingering mist on the ground, its faint haze trailing along just outside the windowsâthe whole scene was so much more peaceful than what was going on inside your head. You couldnât shake the possibility of getting caught even though Jake was right about there being no cameras back here, and there was no one else around, not even any of the custodial staff, and not a soul out there in the fog. Just you and Jake in the little dark study room, his hand still warm around your own.
Your thoughts started to drift away, making space for your mind to comprehend the shadowed image of Jake before you as he gently turned you to face him. He smiled with the slightest bit of white teeth gleaming between his full lips, and you instinctively smiled back, pulled under his charm again. So, now effortlessly charmed and put at ease, you wrapped him in your arms and pulled him close, caressing his shoulder blade with one hand and the slight curve of his waist with the other as both of your smiles disappeared into a kiss.Â
âYou were making me crazy all day,â he remarked between the kisses that accelerated with both of your lips parted and the wet meeting of tongues.Â
âReally? You kept it well-hidden.â Of course Jake didâyou never doubted his affection and passion for you, but he kept everything so private. It was one of the many things you liked about him. You cupped the back of his head, sinking your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails just the way he liked it, and kissed him again.
âGod, your ass in this skirt,â Jake said, voice a little rough, and he reached down to grab you there. âThe way your hips move.â He licked his bottom lip as he took a moment to just look at you, his eyes scanning your face. âSo unbelievably pretty.â
You held the side of his face. âYou are too, Jakey.â He really was, and even in the darkâperhaps especially in the dark, actually. The shadows enveloped him in even more mystery than normal, but you could still so plainly see the angles of his face and the smoothness of his skin in the faint, distant glow of the lingering sunset. Jake smiled at the sound of that little nickname coming from you, then disappeared as he pressed his lips to yours again and pushed you back against the table just like in your little fantasy.Â
You felt the warmth of his hand travel around your hip then slide down over your skirt; you kissed him harder and spread your legs a little wider when his fingers skated effortlessly up your thigh over your tights. Jake purred against your mouth as he traced the seam of those tights, and subsequently the crotch of your panties beneath, with one fingertip, and your own hands hurried down his body with much less grace to squeeze his ass and feel the hardness between his legs as reciprocity.Â
Before you could do much more than that, he was pushing your skirt up all the way with one hand and continuing to use the other to tease you. Your breath caught in your throat as you were finding yourself trying to stay silent despite the library being completely empty; Jake carried on with longer, deeper touches over the crotch of your panties and tights. The steady back and forth of his fingers over the two thin layers of fabric sent a delightful tingle of pleasure up your spine but you couldnât forget his eitherâyou kept that one hand of your own on his crotch too, gently squeezing his erection through his pants.
Jake huffed softly and kissed you again; you clutched his arm with your other hand, squeezing his bicep. Maybe other people didnât mind getting caughtâmaybe there really was some sort of thrill to it. Maybe other people actually sometimes wanted others to witness their most intimate moments but you didnât. You couldnât imagine doing this with the lights on in the middle of the day, with the soft noises of people beyond the walls and the risk of someone catching a glimpse from opening the door or from outside the windows. You were perfectly happy with having Jake all to yourself in the shadowed little square study room, his skin so perfectly warm, his kiss so perfectly molded to yours.
âWas this part of your fantasy?â Jake questioned as he slowly sank to his knees, keeping your skirt bunched up over your hips with both hands now. But it was obvious what he was doing, so you took their place to keep it out of the way while his hands squeezed your thighs as he pressed his face between your legs.
The scant sharpness of his teeth over your crotch made you gasp. âMaybe,â you answered, thighs quivering against the table behind you.
âOh, come on,â Jake beckoned, looking up at you with a sweet but slightly mischievous gaze, his eyebrows raised just enough to display teasing curiosity.Â
âSeems like you already know,â you replied, stifling a giggle at him struggling to get your tights down from beneath your skirt.Â
âI donât know how you wear these things,â he remarked, which made you actually let out a laugh.
âJust rip them for fuckâs sake,â you instructed, eager now, already wet for him. âTheyâre not expensive.â
Jake didnât hesitate. âIf you insist,â he said as he grabbed a fistful of black nylon in each hand and ripped the tights right open, then quickly pulled your panties to the side next, giving you no time to think at all anymore. Whatever words your mind may have found merely turned to shaky breaths as you watched Jakeâs face disappear between your legs again.
He gave a little hum just as he went straight in, the bridge of his nose rubbing up against your clit while he dove his tongue into your center like he really did want to eat up all the arousal that had been conjured up just for him. Your fingers found his hair again, knuckles curling to tug the long strands while your nails scratched his scalp again and he let out a little pleased sound, almost like a gratified laugh, and dug his own blunt nails into your inner thigh as he kept you spread open.Â
One word finally emerged from your lipsâJakeâs name, simply spoken in a soft tone as the ministration of his tongue and lips had you squirming and quivering even harder, your heels digging into the carpet below as you slightly struggled to stay upright. The repeated flicks of tongue over your clit disappeared for a brief moment, then slowed to one long drag of his tongue over your center just to start that quick pace again. Sighs and whimpers were dragged out of you with each lick; when Jake slipped two fingers in, the slow but easy stretch made you tremble and clench your fingers into his hair even harder.
âYouâre so tight,â he commented when he pulled back just enough for you to look down again and see your own wetness glistening on his lips and chin. You could feel it too, how much tighter you were clenching around his fingers as he gently thrust them and teased, curling them and now rubbing your clit with his thumb.
âYouâre so good,â you told him breathlessly, closing your eyes again when the sensations had you arching your back. You hissed and bit your lip when Jakeâs mouth found you again, his tongue teasing your clit more while he slid his fingers in deeper.
You had thought it would take more of a conscious effort to relax in this space and just let go, but it was easy, so easyâyou just let your body respond to Jake with each tremble and moan and gasp and tug at his hair until your legs were outright shaking. Panting, the peak rising deep inside, you pulled him closer and he obliged, sucking on your clit as his fingers curled and gently tugged deep inside you too as if he was literally trying to pull you right to the edge you were already rapidly careening to.
His name from your lips once more wasnât a soft little sigh; it was a sharp, long whine that seemed to boom in the little study room. Your ferocity surprised you even more when the overstimulation came on so soon and you yanked his head back with one hand and shoved him away with the other, your hand gripping his shoulder. Panting, eyes still shut, you could feel how much wetter you were with his saliva and the rush of your orgasm, the fluid soaking your panties that were pulled to the side and even the very inside of your thighs.Â
Jake pressing a kiss to your thigh made you look down but he was getting up on his feet now; your gaze followed the steady movement of his rise and then you were whisked away into blissful darkness again when he closed in and kissed youâclose-lipped because he was so polite. But you parted yours and slid your tongue over his and gripped his waist tight for a moment before hastily getting those buttons on his shirt undone, fingers trailing all the way down to get his pants undone next.Â
He tentatively pushed you back onto the table a bit more so your feet were off the floor, legs still spread wide around him and dangling when he pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to reveal that heated hardness. His cock leaked just a bit as he stroked it once, looking at you, and a blip of that old insecurity born from adoration and fascination stroked your brain, because Jake was just so beautiful and his beauty was so much more stark in contrast to the plain white walls behind him.Â
âThat was intense,â Jake said with a chuckle, leaning in to kiss you. You sighed against his lips as he slid the head of his cock all through your wet center, making a point to rub longer and harder over your clit. As he slid in, taking your breath away entirely, he sighed too and you watched his shoulders drop and his chest flush and he asked, so casually, âIs your fantasy being fulfilled?â
Even with the impact of Jakeâs cock filling you so perfectly, you had to laugh. âYou're a fantasy, Jake,â you told him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer, to make the head of his cock hit so deep inside you that you gasped again as if you werenât expecting the feeling. âWhat aboutââ You had to pause when Jake gave his first thrust. âWhat about your fantasy? This was all your idea.â
âIt was a shared idea,â he reminded you with the cutest little smile. How could anyone be so sexy and adorable at the same time, especially during the actual act of sex, especially when that sex was taking place inside a public library? But he was, and you kept your eyes on him as he steadily sped up with his hips and his hands explored your body over your clothes, one squeezing your breast through your shirt and the other smoothing down your waist, your hip, traveling around your thigh.
âOh god,â you chirped when Jakeâs fingers made contact with your still-sensitive clit; but he was gentle, clearly deliberately being slow with the little circles he was making. With your arms still a loop around his shoulders, you sank your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and held him there for a minute before the soft pink of his chest became too tempting not to touch.
âFuck yeah, that feels amazing,â Jake said in that deliciously hazy, husky voice after you slipped your hands past his open shirt to toy with his nipples. Bringing more attention to him put your lingering overstimulation in the backgroundâyou continued to tease with one hand while the other skated over the other side of his chest, feeling his warm, soft skin, up to his neck. You caressed him there, your fingers lightly touching the tender skin along his throat and then up to his ear, and Jake moaned softly and tilted his head to try and get more contact.
That was fine by you. You lightly scratched behind his ear like he was a cat and he sort of purred like one anyway, making you giggle; Jake giggled too and surged forward, picking up his pace as he whisked you away with another series of kisses that were deep but just sloppy enough for your mutual moans to be voiced.Â
But, also to your surprise, Jake began to voice more thoughts between increasingly ragged breaths: âRemember when we first met?â he asked, his fingers over your clit sliding down to get slick again from your own arousal. âThat wasâfuck, that was such a good day.â
âIt was,â you agreed, playing with one of his earrings as your other hand squeezed his pec. âIâm lucky I even got the job here. For a lot of reasons.â You stole another lingering kiss before adding, âYouâre the biggest reason.â
Jake smiled. The sunset that had been just barely clinging to life when youâd both began was gone nowâthe only illumination was coming from a parking lot light that was too far away from the windows to see, but the pale yellow glow was scant enough to see that alluring, mystical beauty that your boyfriend possessed. Just looking at his face was enough to make you come again.
But Jakeâs skilled fingers and the heat, weight and stretch of his cock still thrusting into you certainly helped. You buried your face against his neck now that you had access to all of him; a thick sob was muffled as you tightened and spasmed around him, and you heard him let out a quiet âwowâ as the second orgasm rolled through you.Â
His fingers on your clit, thankfully, moved away. He gripped your thigh again instead; his pace was now messy and fierce, and you had to fight to stay in place not only from the harsh movements and how the table you were sitting on was skidding a bit across the floor, but also from that second round of intense bodily excitement.Â
âGod,â you huffed, stifling another laugh. Apparently it didn't matter where you wereâif you were with Jake, he just gave you the giggles. âYouâre really going for it.â
Jake cradled the back of your head, messing with your hair a bit. âAnd Iâmâhmmâalmost there.â
You kissed him softly and sweetly, from his collarbone and up his neck to his ear. âGood boy,â you whispered there, giving his ear a nibble. Jake moaned wordlessly in response and gave one last deep, solid thrust that jostled you backwards and made the table creak, then he went slack over you, his whole upper body all loose and so hot that warmth was radiating through his shirt.
When Jake lifted his head, you leaned back and waved the back of your hand over your forehead with a silly âwhewâ motion; Jake laughed and nodded, then slowly pulled out. He collapsed forward again, resting his head on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him once more.Â
âWell, weâve done it once. Do we ever need to do it again?â you asked, petting his back.
âLike, um, sex?â Jake asked, mumbling against your chest. âOr sex in the library?â
âIn the library, duh,â you said with a chuckle, and kissed him when he lifted himself up and looked at you.Â
âWhere else should we do it?â Jake replied, his tone and little smile making it obvious he was kiddingâfinally. You were glad to have played out this little fantasy and do something new and a little risky, but youâd be even more glad to just go back to the way things were. Nothing wrong with a classic.Â
âOur bed, definitely,â you said, and Jake smiled and nodded again; you began working on buttoning up his shirt. âOur couch. The floor. Maybe the shower.âÂ
âMaybe?â
âLast time we tried the shower, you nearly cracked your head open,â you reminded him, lifting a hand to cup his jaw. âAnd nearly broke your perfect teeth.â
Jakeâs smile grew wider. âThat would be terrible, wouldnât it?â
âIâd never forgive that stupid shower.â
Jake patted his hands from your shoulders down the length of your body, stopping at your ankles. âWell, babe, weâre both in one piece now, arenât we? Time to close up?â
âDefinitely. The custodians are probably going to be here any minute.â
âOh my.â Jake held your hand to bring you off the table. âThat would have been quite the show for them.âÂ
âNo more shows,â you said as you both put the finishing touches on getting yourselves decent before Jake opened the door. âI should be the only one looking at you when we fuck.â
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having finished rewatching s4 and being past the vitalasy goodbye stream in s5 is so miserable what do you mean there's no more vitalasy. the fact that vitalasy leaves and that same day everything starts moving again, that same day zam has that conversation with planet where he keeps laughing mid sentence and going "i don't know how to do this anymore it's been so long," and in that stream bacon and zam describe it as if the wormhole had broken the fourth wall permanently, so now they have to open up to the audience in ways they hadn't before, but that's not quite right. the wormhole opened a door sure, season 4 changed things. but during wormhole zam slammed a door shut on vitalasy and that door stayed shut until this precise moment. so he and vitalasy never get to have the kind of conversation about their past vitalasy needed from him while vitalasy was still there, because the shell only starts to crack open the moment vitalasy is gone. vitalasy exits the stage leaving it all necessarily resolved off screen, leaving a book zam keeps private from the audience. it allows vitalasy to come back in s6 and say "we worked it out behind the scenes," and for that to be all you need to know. vitalasy is no longer a character whose history with zam keeps mattering to him, informing new choices and new problems. but zam is. zam remains a character with all of that history intact, who thinks about it, and uses it as a point of measure for other relationships in his life (or sometimes it seems for relationships, period), who alludes to it in conversation, who remembers it even though at one point he tried pretty hard to forget. so much did happen between them and it still doesn't feel like enough. it just gets cut off, and leaves behind this constant looming possibility space. makes you think well, now there might finally be enough distance from it all that they could really talk about it, that it might be okay. but vitalasy isn't here. and when he visits they never get more than a moment alone together, anyway. what is zam's memory of vitalasy; the things he has accepted and the things he still doesn't think about, the parts of it that remain warped in his memory; what is he guilty about and what is he still mad about; how would he describe eclipse to someone who wasn't there in s4 if he had to really sit down and go through it all; what would have happened if he did give vitalasy that apology heart during the mace trials, if they did get more than a moment alone together. if vitalasy was still present. if there was ever a reason to talk about him. and vitalasy's ghost is overwhelmingly present in s5. he leaves and that's the catalyst. destroying what's left of vitalasy on the server is always the worst thing zam can threaten, and then zam is banned fighting over vitalasy's grave trying to make good on that threat. and they never, ever, ever get to talk about any of it. all of those stupid hours of conversation in season 4 and then nothing at all forever. they worked it out but you don't get to see that part. vitalazam world. i hate everyone else on this minecraft server fuck all of you for real. whenever vitalasy isn't on screen you should be asking "where's vitalasy."
#m#i wrote this post like 3 days ago in some sort of state i'm not even rereading it i'm just going to release it into the world. whatever#i change my mind no readmore you have to see my posts
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Hello luv <3 could you possibly write a prongsfoot or wolfstar x reader and they take her to get a new piercing?? maybe they accidentally keep hitting or helping her clean it and stuff :)))
Poly!prongsfoot x fem!reader (James Potter x fem!reader x Sirius black) | 900+ words
A/n: first of all: omg, my first rq, very very happy, thank you so much babes <3. Second: I am on a piercing ban rn and I am dying for the ban to break so this made me sooooo jealous
T/w: reader is suggested to have multiple ear peircings, needles, still learning to write James, Sirius works in a bar
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"What if this is a bad idea?" You haven't even gotten out of the car and into the building when you start second guessing yourself.
"Love, you've wanted this for a while, I thought?" James is getting out of the backseat and opening your door on the passenger side.
"I do, but it's my first face peircing, what if it looks bad?" James kneels next to your seat in the car while you fiddle with your hands, eyes focused on them, rather than the worry on James' face that will undoubtedly make you melt.
"Doll, you're gonna look hot as fuck, I promise you that much." Sirius turns in the driver's seat to face you, left hand moving to the back of your head, stroking the nape of your neck. "And either way, if you get it and, after a few months, hate it, you can take it out."
You all sit there for a moment before you stop fidgeting and look between the two boys. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm freaking out now, ive been planning this for weeks now." You laugh, trying to ease the tension that's accidently set.
"It's okay, love." James gently grabs your face, turning you to face him and kissing you softly. "You still wanna get it?"
"Yeah, I do."
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You all manage to get through the door of the peircing shop.
You sit in the chair, Sirius holding your hand and James looking away because needles freak him out, but he was adamant he would be a form of moral support.
The piercer uses the forcep clamp and you're pretty sure the needle is in their other hand, but you've had your eyes closed for a while now. And honestly, based off the videos you watched, it's probably for the best you don't see the needle.
"Okay, breath in through your mouth." Their voice is soothing as you take in a breath, albeit a little shaky.
"And a deep breath out..." your hand forms a death grip on Sirius' hand as the needle punctures your nose.
"Good job. I'm going to put the jewelry in now; one more deep breath in." Your hand keeps its hold on Sirius, "and out." The jewelry swiftly replaces the needle. "Okay, and you're done."
While paying and leaving, your hand never leaves the boy until you reach the car.
"Let me see." James once again gently grabs your face once the three of you are near the car. "Dear Merlin, that looks amazing."
"Yes it does, and you took it like a bloody champ, doll." The other boy adds.
"Yeah? It looks good?"
"Obviously." He overlaps one of James hand and leans in to kiss you.
"Wait- no- no kisses right now." Both boys drop their hands from your face.
"Are you okay?" James brows are furrowed in concern.
"I'm- I'm just scared you'll hit it and it will hurt."
The paler of the two laughs a bit but looks at you so fondly you could melt into a puddle like the wicked witch of the west. "Fine- fine then. No kisses. For now."
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You're sitting on the couch when James gets home a few days later, book open as you read.
James toes off his shoes and walks behind the couch, tilting your chin to lean down and kiss you.
You instinctively let him, used to the little routine the three of you have. But dear fuck, you didn't consider how much it would hurt for his nose to hit your very sore one during a kiss.
"Fucking-" You pull back, hand going to your nose to shield it as if some invisible source is gonna sucker punch you.
"Shit- sorry, love, I didn't even think about your new piercing." James rounds the couch to sit next to you, putting your book face down on the coffee table to keep your place.
"It's okay, Jamie, really." You move your hand away and rake your nails through his hair.
"'M sorry anyway." He leans in again, this time kissing your hairline instead of your cheek.
Sirius had been up in the bedroom, having a night shift at the bar he worked at, so he was sleeping most of the day. But his shift starts in an hour, and he wants to at least see you two before he has to see drunk people for 8 hours.
Padding down the staircase in your townhouse, Sirius sees you and James on the couch, you with tears lining your eyes.
"Bloody Merlin, baby, don't try and kill the girl, prongs." Sirius jokes as he makes his way to the couch as well.
"I didn't do anything!" James whips his head around to Sirius, who cuts him off with a kiss before he can continue to defend himself any further.
"He kissed me and it hurt like a bitch." Your voice is slightly whinny, desperately wanting your shorter boyfriends attention.
"Oh, my poor girl, James is hurting you with his love again?" Sirius coos as he sits between you two, but it's more like on both your laps, grabbing the sides of your face to place a soft kiss on your forehead.
"I said sorry!" He attempts to defend himself again, "I didn't mean to."
"Sounds like it was an accident, huh, doll?" Sirius speaks in-between kisses on your face.
"Seems so." You murmur.
"Either way, seems only James can properly kiss me now." He grins at you before grabbing James' face, more aggressively than needed, and smashing their lips together.
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'number one fan'
series (part 1) - rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words) pairing - logan howlett x wade wilson tags - first meeting, rockstar!logan x popstar!wade, enemies to lovers, swearing, logan feels drawn to wade, alcohol mention, kind of cute, wade is his number one fan, band au, wade still wears his deadpool mask, wade uses the name 'deadpool' as a stage name.
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logan had never heard of their support act, but by the name alone he wasn't particularly interested. what kind of a name is 'deadpool' anyway? they probably play some regurgitated heavily sampled pop trash, the same sort of crap they loop on the radio that makes his ears bleed. or maybe metal, but not the good kind.
'deadpool'. . . what a load of shit.
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it's not until logan finds himself backstage that he lands eyes on him, the front runner.
well, it's less that it was a casual encounter, more that wade makes his presence known in the only way he knows how.
"OH. MY. GOD." he squeals, balling his fists and shaking them as he squirms in front of the taller man, "it's you." he's adorned in merch, a shirt with logans face on it, badges on that same shirt, plus some stickers that were very obviously homemade. logan winces at the sight, but his eyes are more preoccupied with that mask he's wearing. red and black. what was he supposed to be, was this a sex thing?
there's silence, but only for a few moments, wade quickly fills it.
"can you sign my boobs?" he tilts his head, trying to meet logans gaze, pointing to his flat chest, "pretty please? i swear i won't sell it on ebay - or, well, i mean i guess there's probably people on ebay looking to buy human skin but-"
"don't do autographs," logan grumbles, thinning his eyes as he shakes his head. he pushes roughly past him, eyes glancing around for the rest of the band. why'd he always get dumped with the crazy fans?
"riiiight, gotta keep the fans at a distance, huh? smart, smaaart. . . i promise i'm not the kind of fangirl to hide in your basement. if i was i wouldn't have just told you that," he rambles on, following closely behind logan like a lost puppy, "the attic though? now that's-"
logan stops, wade walks directly into his toned back, stumbling backwards like a connecting bumper car.
taking a nice, deep, calming breath that does nothing to soothe the storm brewing within him, logan turns to face him once more.
"you know, you're taller than your wiki says. you should really do something about that," wade sighs, hands on his hips "unless you're the one that edited it. anyone can edit it, by the way - wikipedia, total garbage fire. i once had a back-and-forth fight with a mod while i tried to change the 50 states of america to just say: 'canada'. rest assured! i am banned for life."
a beat, and logans eye twitches. "do you ever shut the fuck up?" he asks with a look of sheer confusion on his face, he's not even sure what half of those words that spill from his mask-covered mouth even mean. and though he can't see through the material, he can tell the dumbass in front of him is smiling.
"no, not really," he shrugs nonchalantly, "it's one of my charms, that's what my wiki says. totally truthful. 100% accurate. 101% filled with grammatical errors."
logan groans and shakes his head in disbelief, he mutters something along the lines of 'this fuckin' guy' as he walks towards his dressing room. he had to be a joke, right? there's no way this guy was a serious musician, he could hardly hold a conversation never mind an instrument. who the fuck booked him?
"w-wait, where ya' goin?" wade calls out meekly, waving dramatically like a wife who's waving off her husband at war, "am i seriously not gonna get an autograph?"
slamming the door to his dressing room, logan disappears inside leaving wade to shrink in disappointment.
". . .aw man, wait 'till the mutuals find out i met the logan," he smirks, causing his mask to wrinkle as he searches desperately for his phone in one of his many pockets.
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logan pays no attention throughout the support act, in fact, he remains holed up in his dressing room nursing a bottle of whisky. it was a pre-show ritual of his, and he wasn't going to give it up now. not even when his mind lingered to the little masked creature who annoyed the fuck out of him despite only being in his presence for a few minutes.
what? why the fuck was he even thinkin' about him?
whatever, logan thought, couldn't let people like that get inside your head. you give them too much room and they take root there like a bad smell, and logan had enough anger issues as is. he did not need this guy to make it worse.
so when he takes to the stage, his mind is firmly clear. well, as clear as it can be. logan often finds his mind to be slightly murky, waves never calm or gentle, a storm he couldn't quite tame. but music alleviated the heaviness of his thoughts, grounded him, finding peace in the melody, in the rough texture of the strings, the harsh beat of the bass that hits you in the chest like a bullet.
his eyes open, settling upon the audience.
until one audience member lets out a particularly loud shriek.
one that sounds all too familiar.
logans eyes immeditely hone in on the same guy from earlier. he's cheering in the front row, louder than everyone else. his body is pressed against the barrier as he waves a crudely written cardboard sign in crayon that says 'marry me logie' with a large red heart at the side.
maybe it's something in his pure enthusiasm, or the balls he must have to not feel an ounce of embarrassment, or maybe the fact that he's almost sort of endearing in a pathetic kind of way. but logan finds himself. . . smiling? no, it's not a full smile. that's rare, reserved for real special occasions. but it's close.
he's always found himself drawn to strays, because they often remind him of himself - lost, looking for a home, looking for somewhere to belong. and in that moment, logan could see something reflected in that stupid fucking weird mask of his - a craving for connection.
fuck.
in that moment, logan knew that this idiot had already taken root in his mind and was trying to make a home there. he couldn't let this happen, he wouldn't let this happen. he was a stranger, a deranged one at that.
no, this was not happening.
logan steals a glance in his direction once more.
except it was.
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