#C. David Allis

[simonh]

Translating the Code: A Tale of Tails by National Library of Medicine Via Flickr: Alternate Title(s): Tale of tails Series Title(s): NIH director's Wednesday afternoon lecture series Contributor(s): Allis, C. David. National Institutes of Health (U.S.). Medical Arts and Photography Branch., National Institute of General Medical Sciences (U.S.) Publication: [Bethesda, Md. : Medical Arts and Photography Branch, National Institutes of Health, 2001] Language(s): English Format: Still image Subject(s): Histones Genre(s): Posters Abstract: Predominantly blue poster with multicolor lettering announcing lecture by C. David Allis, Oct. 2001. Series and sponsor information at top of poster. Visual image may be a representation of histone. Title and speaker information on left side of poster. Lecture date, time, and location near bottom of poster. Extent: 1 photomechanical print (poster) : 82 x 46 cm. Technique: color NLM Unique ID: 101455873 NLM Image ID: C02741 Permanent Link: resource.nlm.nih.gov/101455873

[oldmanontumbler]

I love -_- looking back at old posts I stored because they spoke to my soul, and then seeing the world "occult," and getting that old "ohhhhh, no," scrolling a liiiitle further, and wham-bam, it's that horrible guy again.

I can't catch a break. I don't necessarily WANT to catch a break, but c'mon. Two seconds, Allie. TWO SECONDS. STAY OUT OF MY HOUSE.

[graunblida]

@exilesign sent: silas walks in carrying a huge bottle of jameson. being extra obnoxious and making noise with a party blower. "happy birthday!!!!" / 🥳

it's the night of her birthday and surprise, surprise, lexa's studying. she abruptly turns at the shrill din of the blower. it kind of feels like a scene out of some mid two-thousands cartoon they would have obsessed over. " are you trying to give me a heart attack? " she laughs. the day is almost over. has she really spent it doing everything but celebrating ? lexa has never been one for making a big show of her birthday, but since her friends insist, she'll allow it.

emerald irises seem to glow at the sight of the jameson. with a scoff, lexa put on her best 'serious' face. " i thought i told you what would happen if you brought that shite 'round here again. " it seems to be a TRADITION in the making.

[spiltsoup]

Thinking about the sapphic Cage & Fish polycule because it’s something that could be so true and real. Especially at the beginning of season 4 with the sleepovers.

Ally making popcorn for everybody and Ling picking out a horror movie, and everybody wearing their comfiest pajamas as they snuggle up on the couch and press play

Renée and Georgia talking about legal stuff for their firm, only for Elaine to sprawl herself across their laps because they’re supposed to be forgetting all about work tonight

Nelle throwing a pillow at Elaine from across the room and giving her a mischievous grin

Ling spilling wine or soda on her designer pjs and everybody losing their shit when she has to borrow one of Ally’s stupid onesies

Georgia getting drunk as hell and getting loud and overly affectionate with the other ladies

Renée and Nelle being the only mature ones as the night progresses and trying to keep order as everybody gets more unhinged

Ally constantly moving around and clinging to each woman like a lost puppy

Elaine casually feeding individual bits of her popcorn to whoever she’s sitting next to

Nelle and Ling laughing about their crazy college years while everybody else has no idea what’s going on

Everybody dishing on the weird Mean Girls drama that happened earlier in the series and airing out past grievances

COMPLAINING ABOUT WORK TOGETHER

Elaine always suggests Spin the Bottle (and they almost always end up playing it)

Karaoke Night and everybody sitting through one of Georgia’s performances out of love for her

Ally and Renée making a pillow fort when they want some privacy (and someone just barging in by accident)

Truth or dare that ends up becoming really steamy

Nelle declaring herself the “leading lady” and jokingly threatening to kick people out of the polycule for really petty reasons

Renée laying out blankets and and all the women falling asleep in a big cuddle pile (historians will say that they were very close coworkers)

Ling holding Ally like a stuffed animal when they eventually fall asleep

Making plans to overthrow Richard and John as senior partners after they all have wayyyy too much wine

[demifiendrsa]

Batman: Caped Crusader - Official Trailer 

Batman: Caped Crusader will premiere on Amazon Prime Video on August 1, 2024.

Poster

Cast

Hamish Linklater as Bruce Wayne / Batman

Diedrich Bader as Harvey Dent / Two-Face

Michelle C. Bonilla

Krystal Joy Brown

Jamie Chung as Harley Quinn

John DiMaggio

Dan Donohue

Minnie Driver

Mckenna Grace

Tom Kenny

Christina Ricci as Catwoman

Reid Scott

Toby Stephens

Eric Morgan Stuart

Jason Watkins

Gary Anthony Williams

Paul Scheer

David Krumholtz

Haley Joel Osment

Synopsis

Welcome to Gotham City, where the corrupt outnumber the good, criminals run rampant and law-abiding citizens live in a constant state of fear. Forged in the fire of tragedy, wealthy socialite Bruce Wayne becomes something both more and less than human—the BATMAN. His one-man crusade attracts unexpected allies within the GCPD and City Hall, but his heroic actions spawn deadly, unforeseen ramifications.

[batmannotes]

Poster & 1st Trailer For Batman: Caped Crusader

Welcome to Gotham City, where the corrupt outnumber the good, criminals run rampant and law-abiding citizens live in a constant state of fear. Forged in the fire of tragedy, wealthy socialite Bruce Wayne becomes something both more and less than human—the BATMAN. His one-man crusade attracts unexpected allies within the GCPD and City Hall, but his heroic actions spawn deadly, unforeseen ramifications.

Starring Hamish Linklater as Batman/Bruce Wayne, and featuring a star-studded ensemble cast including: Christina Ricci, Jamie Chung, Diedrich Bader, Minnie Driver, Mckenna Grace, Eric Morgan Stuart, Michelle C. Bonilla, Krystal Joy Brown, John DiMaggio, Paul Scheer, Reid Scott, Tom Kenny, Jason Watkins, Gary Anthony Williams, Dan Donohue, David Krumholtz, Haley Joel Osment and Toby Stephens. From the minds of executive producers J.J. Abrams, Matt Reeves, and Bruce Timm, season one of Batman: Caped Crusader arrives August 1 on Amazon Prime Video.

Premieres August 1 on Amazon Prime Video

[bleedingcoffee42]

Part One- Currahee

Band of Brother's rewatch and the things I'd have like to have seen even though there was a lot in the episode, a lot to cover, and a story to tell but this is just a wishlist and really a "Boy I hope we get all the cutscenes some day in an extended cut like LOTR" so....feel free to add any cool history bits. I understand stuff doesn't fit with the end product, I just want it.

The March to Atlanta. Besides the record breaking march, there are some little things like David Lowrey picking up the stray dog Draftee and carrying in his pack because he wore his nails off marching with them? Sherman Irish who was Sobol's favorite and the guy everyone loved who volunteered to drive Sobol's car to Benning for him. Then told him it broke down and got money to fix the transmission, only to never show up because he sold all of Sobol's stuff including the wheels off the car.

Burr Smith, Forrest Guth. I just want them in this show.

Al Mampre too. Not only for being involved in putting boots on a bobcat but for being the guy who, with Spina, at Camp Mackall gave Sobol a fake appendectomy.

The guys smuggling bobcats, dogs and a Red Cross nurse ON JUMPS?

Popeye collecting money for Shifty so he could go home on a 3 day pass. This guy got no time.

Buck Taylor going AWOL at Benning to see a girl because passes were revoked. Lipton sneaking out too because he had plans to see his wife.

Ed Tipper getting into his billet in England and hearing Lord Haw Haw who was like Axis Sally broadcasting to demoralize allies and greeted them with "To the 101st Airborne, Welcome to England" even though they had to cut off their patches to arrive in secret. Just would have been a neat overlay of "We've been watching you" before the big jump, even though that wasn't the tone they were going for. Still would have been cool background noise.

Speirs racing Reed on Currahee and Reed just breezing it and Speirs wheezing and dying because he had to try to keep up

More Meehan. Make us miss him. Kick us in the gut when Guth walks by his crashed plane next episode. (In this extended cut where he has a role.)

Winters breaking that guy's back while wrestling. THEN give us Buck.

THE KNIFE. Like this just needs to be a few seconds of Nix giving him the Knife and us seeing the engraving of L.N to D.W. <3 .

Buck and Moose ending up in Speirs wedding party?

Photographers. Whoever kept taking pictures of Winters barely wearing clothes and Lipton laying in he grass like a model. Whoever took that file of photos Dick trades Lugers for. Bonus if they are on the yearbook committee that made the Currahee Scrapbook.

Speirs vs. Billy Turner, Fierce Valor makes it sound like the second civil war. Turner kicked him from C to D company and Speirs was not shy about telling everyone he wanted to kill him.

To be continued....

[felassan]

Email from Modiphius:

"MASS EFFECT NEWS! Mass Effect The Board Game and Mass Effect Miniatures are almost here! Commander Shepard, it’s time to suit up—the galaxy needs you again! Mass Effect The Board Game - Priority: Hagalaz is coming very soon! But here’s some top secret data just for you: we’re also releasing a range of high quality resin Mass Effect Miniatures! You can use these miniatures to upgrade the plastic miniatures and tokens in the base game, or field them in any miniatures skirmish game (like Five Parsecs from Home), and they’re great for for miniatures collectors and Mass Effect fans everywhere! Find out more on our Mass Effect blog and get a tease of the miniatures representing the crew of the Normandy, including both male and female Shepard minis (with optional helmets) and Wrex and Tali (with detachable drone)! If you haven’t already, sign up for Mass Effect news here, so you can be among the first to find out when pre-orders for Mass Effect The Board Game - Priority: Hagalaz and our Mass Effect Miniatures launch VERY soon! Until then, stay vigilant. The galaxy is counting on you."

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Images of the miniatures (Sheps, Garrus, Liara, Tali, Wrex)

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Info from the associated blogpost:

"Mass Effect Miniatures By Gavin Dady Art by David Benzal October sees the launch of Mass Effect The Boardgame - Priority: Hagalaz. In it, Commander Shepard and their band of loyal squadmates take on a new mission to explore a crashed Cerberus Cruiser on the storm-wracked world of Hagalaz. Within the cruiser they will face many dangerous enemies, from the survivors of the Cerberus crew, native life and even the dangerous captives and experiments that Cerberus were keeping aboard the ship. The enemies are represented by thick, full colour, illustrated card tokens in the game, but Modiphius are also producing a range of 32mm, multipart miniatures to compliment them. As with our previous Fallout and The Elder Scrolls miniatures, these are highly detailed resin collectors miniatures.    In this first phase of miniatures, we are concentrating on the core sets required to build up the forces for the board game. The first of these is The Heroes of the Normandy Alpha. It includes six miniatures in alternative poses for the PVC sculpts from the board game.  Commander Shepard is represented in both male and female versions. Armed with the M-8 Assault Rifle or her M-3 pistol and Omni-blade, Shepard is ready to take the fight to their enemies. Shepard also comes with optional parts to depict them with either bare head or their iconic helmet from their N7 armour. The former C-Sec officer, Garrus Vakarian, has been by Shepard’s side from their earliest days as a SPECTRE and is depicted in his role as one of the galaxy’s premier snipers (arguments about who is the better shot between Shepard and Garrus aside). Garrus is depicted with his signature M-92 Mantis rifle, repaired armour and the scars he gained as The Archangel. Next amongst Shepard’s staunch allies is Dr. Liara T’soni. A powerful Asari biotic, expert on the ancient Prothean race and, secretly, the powerful underworld figure The Shadowbroker. Liara  is depicted initiating one of her powerful biotic abilities, energy crackling around her hand. Tali’Zhora Nar Rayya is the young Quarian that Shepard first met whilst pursuing the rogue SPECTRE Saren. Tali is a gifted engineer and staunch advocate for the Quarian people. She is depicted with her drone, Chatika, who can be modelled attached to Tali’s Omni-tool, or kept separate to act as a marker during gameplay. Rounding out the squad is Urdnot Wrex, the veteran mercenary and leader of Clan Urdnot. Wrex is a powerhouse in battle, utilising biotic abilities, a powerful M-300 Claymore shotgun and, more than once, a well placed head-butt. As well as these miniatures, we are also producing further sets to compliment the boardgame, including Reaper Forces, Cerberus Troops and some of the Priority Threats that you will face as you make your way through the crashed cruiser. These sets are ideal for upgrading the tokens in the base game, or for use in any miniatures skirmish game (like Five Parsecs from Home) or for miniatures collectors everywhere. Look out for special collectors and gameplay bundles available exclusively from Modiphius  when the Mass Effect Board Game pre-orders go live soon! In the meantime, you can sign-up for more Mass Effect news here."

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[dietmountaindewbae]

xvii. kill kill

alex turner x reader

piled up anonymous requests

word count: 12k

summary: part two! of velvet crowbar

warnings: ch*cking, sp*tting, v*olence, ab*se, hitt*ng, spank*ng, slapp+ng, dumb*fication, c*ck warming, edg*ng, g*n ki*k, bl*od, bru*ses. ag* g*p.

song recommendations: kill kill by lizzy grant

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"Hello Alex" It was him.

Alex's blood ran hot, pumping blood to the veins on his head, he was completely exposed to his dad who smoked a cigarette alone in the dark dramatically, "Long time no see... son" David said, but he never saw him as a father, he never took care of him, he was never there for him, he left him alone, vulnerable and unprotected, he never saw that man as his dad, he saw that man as the one who made his mom's life a living hell, at least she didn't have the luck to see what he had made of his life, "Sit" He kicked a chair for him.

"You have some massive balls to come here in the middle of the night David, but it's over for you," Alex said with confidence, standing up for himself, he palmed the bottom of the table looking for his gun.

David put out his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it and smudging it on the ground, "I've come to tell you everything Ally, so if you wanna know why I'm doin' what I'm doin' shut the fuck up and listen... there's nothin' down there, Ally, actually there's nothin' for you" Alex froze, "Yeah... you heard me, there's no money for you... there was never anything for you" His harsh words fractured his whole plan, and Alex questioned what he meant by that... what he meant by nothing.

"This was never about the money or the power, this was always about takin' everything away from you" David lit another cigarette and stared bluntly at his son, suddenly Alex was dumbfounded as he looked at his father's frown, he recognized that face he made, chin up, eyebrows pushed together, the corners of his mouth subtly smiling, and his eyes set on his, this was a posture he took whenever he outsmarted somebody, in this case, his own son, it filed his ego to be right, to prove someone wrong.

"Don't you think I know that, already?" David answered, "I'll be dead soon... and all of my money, my fame, my sign, my franchise, absolutely everything is gonna be for your brother, there were many other women before and after your mom," He chuckled, "I have no interest whatsoever in living but I had even less interest in knowing your favorite color, or your favorite cartoon, Matt..." Alex froze, when he heard the name of the boy who he shared his most cherished friendship, at that moment everything was blurry, unclear, broken, "I never did anything to him, an exceptional young man like him could be used for something bigger than you or me, see Ally... your mother was nothing without me, a simple woman that worked as a teacher with a fatherless son... I thought I could give us everything, your mother could give me a perfect family, I loved you as my own but... I lacked this feeling of being wanted, cherished even adored, and that's what Matt's mother did because your mother never did since the day that I met her, after Matt turned 18 I took him away and made his mother my wife, you knew him as your neighbor, the nice lad next door, but he's your stepbrother and let me tell you, he's nothin' like you, he's everything I wanted you to be" He smiled when he thought of him, "Your mother, she.... she was everything to me until she wasn't, she threatened to expose me and take her son with her, I didn't care about that... I cared about my reputation, so I locked her up, raised you alongside Matt this whole time... then I vanished and here we are, it's easier said than done" He kept chuckling at how easy was to tell you everything, and now slowly that was turning into ashes.

He looked at Alex, his eyes bloodshot, threatening to kill him with his hands, but first, he had to let him finish.

"Now that my will is done, and everything's in its right place, I will finally complete my life's purpose and I can become a ghost, I'll still run my hotels, Matt's just another puppet I can control, he always wanted daddy's approval, even before he found out I was his dad, he never had one living with him but that doesn't mean he never existed, I was there watching him become a bright man, just like his father and I watched you get off the rails, just like your mom, Alex, tell me how were you planning to destroy a dead man, huh? Your plan was never going to work since the beginning"

Alex sat in silence, his thoughts growing louder and louder, his rage expanding like fire and flames, he sat silent, too angry to speak, but he had just one thing to say, "If you're gonna die, I might as well kill you anyway" He choked his own father with his hands, watching his life slip away from his eyes but he still was strong enough to fight one last time pushing Alex far away.

Alex punched him with a left hook, throwing the old man's body to the floor, "I know everything about what you did to the girl" Alex froze when he mentioned the name of his most prized possession, someone that was irreplaceable, "I know every single little detail of your life Alexander, I'm taking away everything you owned after I die including the girl..." Alex closed his hand into a tight fist, punching David's face until his knuckles were bleeding, Alex stood up and watched his own father spit blood on the floor and laughing like a psychopath, "Auf wiedersehen" Time froze since the moment David took out his gun from the pocket of his black coat and fired, knocking Alex to the wooden floor, his body falling flat of the impact, he saw David standing up from the ground, bleeding and beaten up, but with his head up high heading out thru the door, his heart threatened to stop at any second, he tried to fight the uneven beating of his heart, and the sudden vertigo, but most of all, he was worried about the girl upstairs peacefully sleeping like an angel in the clouds, that was the only thought that brought him peace.

The light shines through the face of the girl, he thinks it is the most heavenly way to die, she truly is an angel that helped you go through hell, his own Virgil.

"For fucks sake..." Your eyes welled up with tears but before you could say anything else he shushed you up with his index finger, he signed you to follow behind, and he put a record to play, going around in circles, the first note hit and he felt ready to talk to you pulling you in, grabbing both of your arms and whispering on your ear.

"Listen to me" His breathing trembling, "We're not safe here, we need to go, I have another place we can stay in for a couple of nights, pack your things and we'll head out soon, don't worry about the noises that you hear, I need to do something first" You held him tightly, gripping his blood-stained shirt, holding onto him trembling like a little kitten, he soothes you rocking your bodies left to right kissing the top of your head, hearing his heart pound against your ear. You broke the hug even if it hurt and you rushed upstairs without saying another word.

Last night was an eye opener night for him, to sharpen up, keep his enemies closer, watch out for the people he trusted, to be on the lookout because somebody was slowly hunting him down, he knew by now his father was five steps ahead but he had a pawn, a card that could draw back everything and make him start from zero, and it was all in a Marlboro cigarette, he contemplated the cigarette bud, wrapped in white thin paper, the timeless brand written in gold letters, with just one fingerprint and his fresh blood, he was now on top, even if it almost costs his life, he was back, now it could be a matter of time until everything was set up.

Alex began to flip the house upside down, making sure to leave it a mess, breaking papers filled with evidence, and pictures, throwing the couch backwards, screaming and grunting, firing his gun, breaking his sculptures and his art, glass shattering, confessions, and blood, a lot of blood, if one thing should be certain, someone was murdered, and it wouldn't have been David. Alex went back upstairs looking for you, you were in a hurry stuffing Alex's clothes and putting them in bags, Alex waved his hand at you, and you quickly ran behind him back downstairs with the bags, wearing one of his sweaters, your black knee socks, and dirty converse.

"It's time, go to the car" Without looking back you quietly ran to the back of the house swinging open the garage door and throwing the bags in the car, the chauffeur dressed in black waiting for his instructions patiently, once you jumped inside you saw Alex staying back, the chauffeur locking the doors, "Wait... no, no!" Your hand slammed against the window, "Alex, what are you doing?!" You desperately tried to open the door, tears stinging your eyes.

"Take her to the ranch, be ready for the next instructions when I call you" Your eyes began to water as you heard his orders.

You climbed to the front, "No, please! Take me with you! let me stay with you, I'll follow you anywhere, I'm begging you" A knot had formed in his throat as he saw you like that, crying just like the first time he saw you, your big eyes glossy and red, he couldn't forgive himself as he told the driver to leave, he took a step back, not being able to say anything else, it broke his heart, he didn't know who to trust anymore, he only knew that you were pure and innocent, his own savior, his intentions were good and both of you knew it, but it didn't justify the fact that he was pushing away. The moment the man unlocked the doors you jumped out of the car falling, bruising your knees and arms but you went running back to the house, watching Alex wrecking it completely.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He yelled at you like a monster, gripping your shoulders until they were bruised, "I told you to go, I don't want you here!" He ordered.

"I don't care, I'm gonna stay with you" You hugged him tight, clinging on to him.

"No, babe," He went outside to the garage, "Listen to me" He got down to his knees, "You can't be here, I need you to understand... it's too dangerous for you to be here and you've already hurt yourself for me... I don't want you to get hurt any longer, please just go"

"But I don't wanna go anywhere else, and this little scrap doesn't hurt as much as me not being here with you, please" You begged him, suddenly the chauffeur got out of the car, he was a tall man with a big beard, his hands covered in tattoos wearing his all-black suit.

"Sir, I can take care of this" He firmly stated.

"No, Cameron I-" The man, stopped him.

"Sir, I'm not only your chauffeur and bodyguard, I owe you everything, consider this a favor in return for all of the many ones you did, I'm in deep debt with you... for everything you've done to help me and my family..." He looked at you and back at him, "Leave, I can finish up here, don't worry about anything else, your rifle is in the back" Alex shook the man's hand and grabbed yours, getting back inside the car, he took off at a high speed burning the tires, but he never once let go of your hand, the feeling of frustration had you on the verge of tears, you didn't understand anything. He almost died last night, but from now on you wouldn't let anyone or anything separate you from your one and only, it all seemed faith, but people seemed to get in the way trying to break you apart after you wanted to run away from him, now you want to run away with him wherever he took you, it was only you and him, with a rifle and a few bags in the back.

It took you almost 30 minutes to get to San Bernadino, a small almost empty city, like a ghost town but it was beautiful, going past the woods and through a lakeside, driving on a dirt road until Alex parked his car outside a big old ranch, he kindly opened the door for you and took out the bags letting your way in thru the comfy house, suddenly you heard the engine of a motorcycle start.

You went outside, covering your eyes from the light, mouthing "Where are you going?"

He got out of the bike, the wind blowing wild, lifting up his shirt, his dark glasses didn't allow you to define what was he feeling or thinking at the moment, "I need to be certain that no one is following us, please stay in the house, I'll be back in 20" He pecked your lips before he took off in his black bike.

Once inside you glanced at the bags, you didn't want to unpack them, you didn't want to give in to the thought that maybe you would stay in this ranch locked up for more than you estimated, so you cleaned it up as you babble to a song you couldn't get out of your head, you didn't want to think about the risks, what was at stake, what could happen, because anything could happen and Alex was out there, alone and unprotected, while you were sheltered, you didn't want to think about it more, you just made time cleaning, made food for whenever he arrived, you wanted to be present, show him that no matter what, you will be his own little shelter.

You tried to find comfort in organizing the house, it was beautiful with an at home studio, you wondered how Alex found this place, by the time you finished you went inside the bathroom, you had never seen a ranch quite like this before, so luxurious but vintage, the bathtub was comfy, small but two people could fit in there comfortably, it was cober, and thankfully the water was warm, you dipped your whole body inside the tub, drowning the loud and overwhelming silence, you closed your eyes and tried to picture a better life with Alex in the backyard of your own house, him playing his favorite songs on his old record player smoking a cigarette as he watches you decorate the garden with flowers, picking lilies and peonies, you found comfort in those thoughts, you bathed your whole subconscious in those ideas and you went back up to the surface, just as you were raising above you heard a noise that fractured the silence, the water splashes from the drain to the tub, you were quiet, only the sound of the water drops could be trusted, maybe that noise was in your head, but nevertheless you waited until you heard footsteps coming your way, in sync with the water drops, your breathing got stuck, and you froze when you saw him.

Bathed in a cold sweat, with every old bruise on his thick skin there was a new open one, you didn't speak, you didn't cry, you stood up and watched him so dazed and numb, bleeding, and filled with violence, you could see it in his eyes, he was sick, this revolting feeling that twisted his stomach, he was worn out, you got up from the tub, water running down your body, stepping out and approaching him, no questions asked, he tore off every other thought from his mind the moment he saw you in the tub, your hair wet and slicked back like a siren, he was a lost sailor in the deep sea.

You closed the space between you, he hugged your naked back, his hands dropping to your hips, your arms wrapped around the back of his head, his heart beating fast as you pressed yourself closer to him, you held him tight, you could feel it somehow, you broke the hug and took his hand walking him to the tub, fixing him out of his blood-stained shirt, taking it off button by button and sliding it down his bruised arms, your fingertips traced the veins that ran thru his purple bruises and the new open scars on his knuckles, now that you could see him closely, his bottom lip was torn, his left eye was punched, a little bit swollen and red, he was in a bad state, you zipped out his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, he kicked his shoes off and went inside the tub with you, he rests his body on top of yours, wrapping your legs and arms around him, cleaning the blood out of his body softly, "I'm glad you're here with me babe" He said, your heart warmed up, you felt that knot on your stomach detangle, now you were holding him, and he was alive, bruised up but you would take care of him.

"You don't know how much-... I was so scared" You whipped your nose, holding back the tears as best as you could, "You don't need to tell me what happened, just tell me it's gonna be ok for at least tonight, that you'll be here and we'll wake up together" You whispered to his ear.

He held your hand and nodded, "Everything's gonna be ok, I promise" You ran your hand down his arm and you looked closely at the flower tattoo on his inner arm, you traced it with your fingertips.

"Tell me about your tattoo, I love the shape of that flower," You said to him, that hint of excitement in your voice made him smile.

"It's the natal flower of my city, Sheffield... I got it in 2012, a little bit pissed but at the time I thought it was sick tha knows... like it made me a real tough mother fucker with a flower tattoo" You both laughed in unison, "But now it's just pure nostalgia, but it makes me feel close to the memories of my adolescence"

"Which is your favorite memory?"

"The day I lost my virginity" He quickly answered, you smacked your lips and he chuckled, "To be honest it was embarrassing... but it was the same day that I played a gig with my mates" You gasped.

"You were in a band?!" He hummed a yes with the cheekiest smile on his face, "So that makes me a groupie?"

"Mhm, yes babe, but you know we had a few gigs in pubs, I worked on one of them actually but our first one was in a pub called The Grapes, amazing, so exciting but I was nervous at the moment but I still wanted to do it, we weren't the best but I knew that it wouldn't kill me to try and do it," You hummed playing with his hair.

"What was the band called?"

"Arctic Monkeys, I played the guitar, Andy the bass, Cookie the rhythm guitar, and Matt..." He stayed quiet for more than a minute, gathering his memories and trying not to let his emotions get the worst of him, "He... played the drums, and he played the hell out of them, I wish you could've seen us" You could hear the nostalgia on his voice.

"I think I was in primary school at that time" Both of you laughed loudly when you reminded Alex of that age gap, but if you didn't mind it he didn't either, "I bet you guys rocked,"

"That's right, all of us grew up together, and played in the same soccer team except Jaime, I was really good at basketball as well, but you know I wasn't really a good-looking guy"

You hummed disagreeing, "I think no matter how old you are, you'd still be breaking hearts"

"Nah," He said, "I took it slow, one girl at a time, I never really knew how to express love, I knew what it was, but I wasn't sure if I could handle it, or if it would be enough, and yeah... I don't know... I never really told anyone that" You massaged his hair with your fingers.

"It's alright, baby," You said kissing his cheek, "I think I was saying that more of me than you, I'm an asshole when it comes to love, deep down I know that I'm not good enough for anyone, so I broke plenty of hearts... before I cling onto people, I know I'll disappoint them, so I much rather hate myself than making them have the wrong impression of love,"

"You know what... we could work with that," He said hopefully, "Tell me more about you, was your first time good?" He asked, making you blush with embarrassment and cover your face with both of your hands.

"It was... um... in 11th grade, I think... I met the guy outside a party, smoking some shit and he gave me some, we liked each other and we went with it, but I didn't really enjoy it, it was funny, he was sloppy but careful... and I thought I would just be straight up bad but he showed me the opposite, after that I just repeated the process, talked and once they quiet down I look at them like this" You turned his face, deeply staring at his eyes, your eyes turned from dark to doe and he smiled, kissing your lips lingeringly.

"I see what you're up to" You smiled, and changed the conversation to him.

"And you?"

He cleared his throat, "Well... after the gig we went to crack a few at Cookie's and we had a blast, at the time I was in the middle of starting a relationship with this girl that I had a crush on, neither of us wanted to admit it, but when we set it on stone, we began to date... I think it wasn't that bad, I did all of the job, trying to please her more than meself, and to impress her even if I didn't know much, she said it was good but nobody's first time is amazing" You agreed with him.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" You asked him, he turned to look at you, tracing his thumb and index down to your chin, he looked at you in the same way he looked at you when you first kissed him.

"I think I'm beginning to know what it feels like" For the longest time you had waited for those tingles in your tummy, and your cheeks to feel warm and hot, you visibly blushed and your mouth curled into a smile, because you felt it too, there was nothing more beautiful and pure than the nakedness of the heart.

"Fuck you," You said with a smile, hiding your face. He teased you trying to make you laugh by tickling your sides until he pulled your hands down, it was the first time you blushed, your cheeks painted crimson, "Don't look at me like that!" He pinned your hands down switching places to be face to face with you, "Tell me more about your little girlfriends" You switched the subject.

"Mmm, tell me about yours"

"Why would you wanna know about mine?" You crossed your arms while he stared at you darkly, knowing you couldn't be able to win the staring contest that he put you in, you began to talk, "Never had an official boyfriend, you know? it was kinda like a few months thing, flirting and you know, eventually, we just agreed to say goodbye, but the sex... what more could you ask for?" He moved closer to you, tilting his head to the side, trying to find another angle to get to you.

"Teenage angst?" He questioned.

"Yeah..." You giggled, "Being curious about the things that you like... if you like your hair to be pulled, chocking, tongue kissing, you know... that" You giggled awkwardly while he kept looking at you with a smirk.

"And what else?... did you like the stuff that you did with them? was there a guy that was remarkable?"

You hummed and smiled as you remembered, "Actually... yes," You lift your eyebrow, "He was something else, the best I had in the time, fun and adventurous, he had no shame in asking the things that I might like, asked me if I wanted to be chocked while he had his hands around my neck if I liked being called names..."

"Better than me?" His fingers trailed up your body so gently, from your knees up to your inner thigh, "Answer me"

You drew your leg back, pushing him to stay still as you crawl on top of him, "Don't act like that, he was only fun because I made him fun, I only used him because he fitted me so well..." Your tongue attacked his ear, sloppily kissing him with your open warm mouth, Alex began to feel himself giving into you, your back so soft and your kisses so wet, he could feel himself getting aroused but he didn't want to, he wanted to have complete control over you and your body, he smacked your ass roughly abruptly taking the control.

"Dirty fuckin' cunt" You smiled as he spat, your eyes made him melt when you posed them so innocent and cute.

"Did I upset you... Daddy?" You purred with a pout on your face.

"Mmm, it don't matter to me... who he was, or what he did with you, you had your fun... now it's my turn" You smile widely when you felt his head on the entrance of your cunt, you could feel it in your tummy, that same spark starting to flutter and expand all over your body, like electric shocks, "'Cause I know that deep down, you wish to be somebody else's toy" You moaned with pleasure when you felt the tip of his cock inside you, your walls contracting at the urge of more of him, "Say it," He said, looking at you with that mischievous smile, and his eyes turning evil and childish.

"Say what?" You asked, just to get him to pull your hair or choke you with his hands, but it made you earn a smack on the ass, in his hand he could fit half of your face and he squished it pulling you closer to his face, "I'm daddy's toy" You whispered very quietly.

"Again" He ordered.

With a grin, you pecked his lips and said, "I'm daddy's little toy" You wave your ass out crawling on top, "Won't you play with me?" You put his finger inside your mouth biting it.

"You're adorable" He pushed his hips, sliding all the way inside you, you gasped as chills ran up your spine, "Especially when you open your mouth just like that, to moan whenever I'm inside you, whenever daddy's cock is fucking your tight pussy, I wanna hear you gagging for just a little bit of my cum, I know how wet it makes you think about me filling you up till the very last..." You groan, your movements starting to build up, setting a pace that was harder, rocking your hips more aggressively, "You want more, you greedy fucking whore, wanting more of me cock, don't you? playin' around with me... this is what you get..." He wasn't even trying to please you, it was enough the pleasure that you gave him, you could feel his cock hardening with each time you rocked your hips, and that was enough pleasure for you.

"Mmm... Daddy please, I want you..." Watching his tough gaze was making you wetter, the danger that surrounds him, the violence, the bruises, it just made you want more even when he was cold as ice, he felt so amazing, the water turning warm as he picked up a harsh pace pulling your body forward, his face between your tits as your ass bounces against his cock, water splashing, meat crashing, your body grinding asking for more contact with his body, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of how much he needs you, he needs you so badly that it consumes him completely, carnal lovemaking.

His movement decreased as he felt you slowly reaching your end, so he put off the flame, you whined and pulled his hair back, "Are you in touch with your darkest fantasies... desires and thoughts?" You gasped, that question made something in your heart skip a beat, and your brain clicked the pieces together, you smiled pulling your body forward, wrapping both of your arms around him.

"Why? Are you gonna make them come true?"

"Tell me what you want and you can have it" He answers fast without stuttering, looking directly into your eyes, "I wanna know what you're thinking, what's in that little head of yours" He caressed your hair with the palm of his hand, you wanted things to move quickly, just having him inside you filling you up was enough to keep you on the edge.

"Degrade me," You said a little doubtful, you didn't know how much could he be ok with, even the thought of saying certain things that you were interested in trying made you doubt a little if you could even like them.

"I already know that... but you didn't even have to tell me that, I saw it in your face, a corrupt angel" He whispered to your mouth, kissing you passionately so you could feel the love.

"I have tried somethings but... never this and this is something I always wanted to do," You referred to the shower, "But more than just thoughts, I think you're my darkest fantasy, I like how big you are, how you fit me, how you hold me and hurt me, how much it lingers in my body, I love how you push me down and fuck me until my vision is blurry and the air is too thick to breathe, I love the sharpness of your jaw and your knife, the spanking and your punishments, I love everything about it" You smiled leaning for a big kiss, the kind that made you smile widely.

He slowly began to thrust his hips, pushing his dick inside you, your walls contracting desperately for more friction, the spot getting tighter as his hand dropped in between your legs, circling your clit in gentle circles, you whimpered moving your hips to his rhythm, your fingernails caressing the soft hairs on the back of his head.

"Do you like how daddy fills you up?" you hissed, your head arching back, nipples getting hard, "You look so pretty when you take daddy's cock" You blushed at his words, feeling your entire body being covered by this sudden heat wave, but it got washed away the minute he slipped out of your entirely.

"Wait, what are you doing?" you whined, "Please Daddy don't take it away, I need it" you begged him, without saying another word he stood up, taking a step out of the shower, while you sat there, you could see him all, that piece of meat that hung between his legs, hard and swollen red.

You tried to stand up but he stopped you, his hand on your shoulder, "I wanna see you"

"What do you mean? you can see me" he said no with his head as if he really couldn't see you naked already.

"I wanna see your hands in between your legs, touching yourself so nasty, right in front of me" You didn't understand from where he got this but you obeyed, that tone of his boys and his killer glare told you to not say more, and just stare at him.

You put your hand in between your legs just like he wanted, it was all up to you, but after feeling Alex yesterday you knew touching yourself wouldn't feel as good as him, none the less you began to rub yourself in a gentle calm, and teasing circles, staring at him, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as you let your mind drown in the thought of yesterday.

"Don't..." he raised his voice, "I want you to tell me what are you thinking about, I want to hear you, everything I wanna know you everything, keep your eyes on me and you'll get it" You smiled, a little bit coughs off guard by his request.

"Daddy..." You sigh with your sweet voice, your fingers slowly gathering up a gentle pace on your swollen clit, it hurt a little bit to rub it down but it turned you on more to see him in all of his glory, you glorified his body, every inch of it, every muscle and vein that ran above his skin, everything about him was pure ecstasy, "I remember last night so vividly when you kissed me..." You exhaled, "And I was sat down on your leg, I could feel you... I could feel how hard you were getting for me, for my lips and the kiss I gave you, I knew it since then... I could feel how badly you wanted to fuck me"

"Keep going" He gulped, slowly beginning to stroke himself right in front of your eyes, that now didn't want to blink, you didn't wanna miss the way his hand grabbed his dick and began to jerk it.

"I-..." You bite down on your lip, "I can feel you inside me, you fuck me up so badly... I just want it back inside me again, it's as if I was drooling for you to be back in it, to have me all bruised and sore, I just need to feel you again, I can't do this by myself I need you..." You whine, stopping your fingers, "Nothing I could do to myself would ever be as good as you, what did you do to me, what did you do to me?"

"I showed you who you really are, the real you, not what everyone sees, I have seen you, I have tried you... been inside you, and I love every part of you, and I will love even the ones I don't know just yet" You looked at him, and you knew you were gone, you didn't want to be free anymore, didn't want to be away from him, because you love that man, he grabbed your hand, kneeling in front of you, guiding your fingers in big circles on your cunt.

"Tell me you love me"

"I love you, I love you..." Your moans started to get out of control, "I love you! I love you!" His fingers pushed yours back, you bucked your hips forward trying to get them to sink deeper but you couldn't, nothing could be as deep as he is, he was an ocean that washed you away, you tried to keep reaching deeper, trying to find your ending but you were no way near of finishing, even if he was the one that kept your fingers inside you, he watched you twist and scream for more, trying to provoke it but nothing happened, "I can't-" You chocked out, his thumb rubbed your clit in teasing gentle circles.

"You can't?... I'll stop then" You grabbed his wrist before he could take it away, digging your fingernails into his skin, "Tell me what do you want?" He demanded

"I want you to pound me until you leave me red and bruised until it hurts but I won't stop you, fuck me" You spat, the palm of his hand grabs a hold of your chin and squishes your cheeks together.

He smiled to himself, humming as he picks you up from the ground, wrapping both of your legs around his hips, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear, such a good little slut, my good little whore" He slides himself inside you, feeling him reach a new level of deepness inside you, it made your cheeks burn as he makes your body jolt up and down, you could see your face in the mirror, how you took him in deep, thrusting his hips up slowly making you sigh, you loved his body, his big back and even his round ass, you giggled by the thought, "What's that?" He asked, picking up on you and watching yourself in the mirror.

"Don't stop, it was nothing"  You said, but he turned and looked at your eyes thru the mirror.

"So you want a close-up look at your pretty face when I make you cum all around me, right?" You gulped, and that little hint of excitement could be seen through your eyes you nodded, and he slipped out of you just as easily as he got inside of you, walking you to the mirror, he turned you over, pulling your hips forward, "Arch your back..." You did as you were told, sticking out your ass for him, he hummed in satisfaction as his hands ran down your hips, fondling the roundness of your ass, he smacked it, living his hot hand print on your red ass cheek, and you didn't smile to the pain, you smiled to his face, you liked being held down, and the way he pushes your hips to his body, the way his neck arches and his throat stretches as he gulps because he loves how tight and warm you feel.

"You like my pussy, Daddy?" You whimper as he buries his dick deep, he looked at you thru the mirror, your pink cheeks and glimmering doe eyes had him on the verge.

"I love it, honey" He replays, his fingers tracing up your spine to your head, playing with your wet hair, messing it around, he gasps and thrusts inside you, slow but rough, electrifying, you nudge your head to the side, and he wraps your hair around his hand, drawing your body against his, he watches you thru the mirror, your eyes swelling up in tears, you needed more than just that slow pace, you loved it but you were desperate.

"Alex... please" You whined, "Gimme more Daddy please" You begged him, he noticed how your voice sounded more high pitched as you were about to cry, "Destroy me" He smiled, increasing his pace, "I know you want it" He pushed your body up to his, you watched and heard how his hips came in contact with your body, smacking and hitting it hard, your skin became raw and tender, his hair falling on his face as he speeds, his breathing shortens into a gasp with each time your walls contract around him.

"Oh, babe..." He whimpered, "You're- fuckin' hell," He lost control of himself, on how rough he was being with you, his arm wrapped around your neck, while his other pulled your hips forward, jolting your body up, your cheeks turning red, gasping for air, he wasn't going to stop any time soon, now it was all about him, he had lost control the moment he saw you take him so well, profoundly obsessed with the way your eyes glimmered whenever he was inside of you, how soft they become, how weak and easy you became to manage, how wet you got by just a simple graze or touch of him, you were it for him, he loved the way your pupils expanded, or when your chest became red, and how greedy you were.

"I'm gonna... please don't stop Daddy" You cried, your vision turning white, he watched you get out of your body, your mouth wide open, and your eyelids roll back when he pushed himself inside you, feeling you come around him warm and messy, you had lost your hearing for a moment, but he saw and heard it all, and you were unleashed completely, he pulled out of you second before he came, only for you to drop to your knees and open your mouth as a reflex, he came warm in your face, and your tongue.

"I'm so proud of you my little princess" You smiled, not only pleased on the outside but on the inside too, you could hear how happy you made him, satisfied, and you had a sense of fulfillment.

"Thank you, Daddy" He grabbed a towel for you to take out his release from your face but you didn't accept it, instead you took it away from your face and licked it off your fingers, "Yummy," You said with a smile. He picked you up from the ground with no struggle, you felt so light, and then he wrapped you up in a towel, grabbed your hairbrush, and slowly brushed away your hair, he was so gentle, it relaxed you to the point you didn't notice when you fell asleep to the feeling of his hands massaging your scalp, and your shoulders.

"My beautiful girl, it's time to rest" You saw him cover you up in the soft sheets, pulling your warm body to his, drifting to sleep with no more thoughts, no more distractions, no more worries, he had thrown them out the window the moment he saw you in the shower, now it was only you he could think about, and how happy he is in that moment, his eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the place got darker, his eyes were shut now, and that moment of happiness was over.

In his dreams he found no comfort like you, he only found despair and paranoia, he felt as though someone was watching him, he was all alone in his childhood room, and his mother's music could be heard from afar, echoing in his ears, he got up, it felt as though everything was spinning, everything slow, and far, he let his way down the stairs of his old house, nothing had changed, everything was in its place, the pictures were hanged, the flowers hadn't died, and his mother was fine, he hugged her from behind, the familiar sound of his favorite video game caught his attention, he walked to his living room, watching you play his video game on the floor with a smile spreader across your face.

"You can't have them both" His father's raspy voice broke the silence, he was in the old settee with the suit he always saw him in, drinking bourbon, he stood up, pointing the gun at your head, watching his mother enter the room slowly, "What's it gonna be?" Alex froze, his heart sinking to his feet, he couldn't move, couldn't fight back, the gun went off and his eyes opened.

He jumped, and you woke up next to him, sweating cold, looking pale, his breathing agitated, "What happened?" He heard your voice echoing, and you eased him, grabbing his hand with both of your hands, and smiling, he looked at you, and saw from your shadow walk out his father, "I'm watching you..."

The third time he woke up in a cold sweat, you were still asleep, laying on your side, your naked back soft like silk, he had to stand up for a moment, sitting by the window to feel the fresh and cool air of the night, he watched you, how your chest rises and falls serenely, your pouty lips and long eyelashes, shining in the moonlight, he was frightened by the shadows in the night, he felt like a child again, relying on his night lamp to keep him safe from the monsters underneath his bed, and the ones that hid in the shadows.

In the morning you woke up to the sound of the birds on your rooftop, happy and dreamy, but alone, you rolled on the bedsheets, using them as a big gown, you watched him in the frame of your door, walking around tense, with his silver gun in his hand, sipping black coffee like a maniac.

"Alex..." He stopped, putting the coffee away only to hug you tight, but this was a very tight hug, as if he was relieved of something, "Is everything ok?" You asked.

"I'm sorry" He replayed.

"But... why?" You cupped his face with both of your hands, his eyes softened when he looked at you.

"Because I promised you that everything was going to be ok," He said sounding very disappointed in himself, he was being very harsh on himself, and you didn't get why, "I brought you into this mess, when I shouldn't have done this to you, this is something that I have to take care of, and you shouldn't be here"

Your heart dropped, "What do you mean I shouldn't be here?" He was quiet, and you walked up to him, "Look at me and tell me you want me to leave" He stood still looking down to the floor, "You're beating yourself up, killing yourself from the inside, you need to stop that" You ordered.

"What if I can? What if you don't love anything at all? There's nothing else for you to love" He walked away from you, grabbing his gun.

"I died a few days ago, and you brought me back to life, what makes you think I won't do the same for you? I'm in love with you" You said desperately, the sheets dropping to the floor as you held him.

"You're in love with a dying man"

You grabbed his wrist, aiming the gun at your heart, "There's nothing for me left, there's nothing I would want more in this life than you... if you stay... I stay" You were crumbling down his walls one by one.

"You're crazy," He said with a smile, "The Bonnie to my Clyde" You couldn't let go of him, pressed against him so tightly, "You're my little bunny, you know that?" H gave you a light smack on your ass. 

You smiled and nodded, "I'm gonna get changed"

"Thought you didn't bring any clothes?" You chuckled, cheeky son of a bitch, you walked to the room making a ponytail for your hair, even if he loved how his navy blue sweater fitted you, there's nothing that he could love more than watching you naked.

"Your sweaters dummy! What do you want for breakfast?" You walked over to the kitchen, "I can make some..." You looked at the eggs and butter, "Omelettes or... french toast?" He nodded, going back to being a vigilante, you put the brown sugar and white sugar in a bowl incorporating them with some cinnamon, cracking the eggs, splashing vanilla and milk, and mixing them together, you turned on the stove, cutting up some butter to grease the pan, soaking the bread in the mixture, and letting it cook slowly as you chopped some fruit. 

Just in a few minutes, the house began to smell like cinnamon, warm black coffee, and cigarettes, you served the breakfast and sat on the settee with Alex, he smiled as you covered his toast in butter and maple syrup, he took a big bite, chewing it slowly in front of you, he swallowed, "This is lovely, the best french toast I've ever tried" You smiled and pecked his lips.

"My sister could be many things, but I was gifted with the kitchen, except for the dishes, after this I'm not lifting another finger" You joked, and he smiled at you, his mouth full.

"There's more right?" You smiled and said yes, getting up to give him what was left from the toasts you made.

"How long are you gonna be there playing Batman?" He smiled and nudged his head, "Maybe I could learn" You said.

"How to shoot? You're crazy, woman" You rolled your eyes, "I think it's best if I'm the one who holds the rifle"

"You know I'm a good girl, I can learn it fast, come on!" You begged him putting your hands together, "Please, please, please?"

"Let's go" You grabbed your shoes jumping as you put them on and he grabbed a few apples, stripping up his rifle in his back with his gun on his belt, and then he took you to the back of the house, close to the woods, he lined the apples, he walked back to you, grabbing your hand and walking further away from the target, "You're about 10 ft away from your target, not very far but good for your first try, first you load the gun" He grabbed a box of bullets from his coat, taking only two rounds "This is a magazine" He pointed it out, pressing a release button on the side of the grip taking it off from the pistol, "As you add rounds the spring gets compressed, that's why it's hard to close it"

"But thank God I have you here Daddy" You kissed his cheek and he smiled, trying to hide the small blush that crept to his cheeks, you noticed, but you didn't say anything.

"Load the flat side of the cartridge to the flat side of the magazine and the round side of the cartridge to the rounded side of the magazine, almost like batteries, right?" You nod, humming a yes, "Then you put it back in place, hold it strongly, you must have a very strong grip, rest the magazine here" He puts it in the palm of your hand, and you push it in until you heard a click, "Perfect, then you charge it" He clamshells your han over the rear sight is of the slide, you pulled the slide back to the rear until it stopped and he released your hand, allowing it to slide and slam shut, he puts himself behind you, aiming the gun at the target, "There, focus..." He whispered into your ear, but it was very hard when he was so close to you, pressed up against you, just like in the bathroom, "Breathe..." Your chest rises and falls calmly as your finger hooks into the trigger, "Shoot" He says, and you shoot, hitting the apple perfectly, "That's my girl!" He cheered and picked you up from the floor spinning you around.

"Can I go again?" You asked him sweetly, and he nodded, you followed the same steps, Alex watching your every move, putting his rifle on his shoulders and his arms above it, you could hear his raspy and deep voice in your ear again, breathing in and out calmly, and shooting perfectly.

"I'm impressed, you're very good at this, doll" You smiled and pecked his lips.

"I had a good teacher" He pulled you in with his hand on your lower back, kissing you passionately until your lips were swollen and pink, taking advantage of the moment to grip your ass tightly, you moaned and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, and then he shut you off, tearing the kiss apart.

"You wanna see how I do it?" You nodded, but before he could shoot you ran to fetch an apple, putting it above your head, "What are you doing?!"

"I trust you, you can do it!" He sighed, aiming the barrel of the rifle at the top of your head, and cleanly shooting the apple away, you were amazed by him, running back to him and hugging him tight, the thrill of everything had you so euphoric.

His hand gripped your neck firmly but not tightly, "Don't do that again, alright?" He softly said, and you nodded grabbing his fingers with your hand.

"Nothing was going to happen though... I knew you wouldn't fail the shot" You said to him, "I was just playing around," You said, but he stopped you.

"I don't wanna play like that with you, you could've gotten hurt..." He said, you cheekily smiled at him, "What?" You grabbed the gun in his hand, sticking out your tongue and licking it, he was speechless.

"Where's the fun in that?" You said to him, you didn't know what got into you when you saw him shooting, so strong, and manly, you knew those weren't the right words but you still struggled to find some that even got closer, something got inside you wanted more of him like that, you were the center of his universe levitating around you, a strange type of magnetism, drawn to each other, something unstoppable, "I'm ready for you, daddy" You whispered, lifting up your sweater, pushing his hand in between your legs, as you played with his gun, licking it like a toy.

"You're a perverted little slut" He slide his fingers inside you, "Got you obsessed with me cock, didn't I?" You nod as a yes, shivering but not for the cold, for the way his hand gripped your neck tight like a perfect collar, "Precious girl, what got you like that?"His fingers ran down your folds, wet and so tight for him, needy for something to fill them up.

You giggled as he pushed your cheeks together squishing them, "Find out inside maybe?" You pulled his fingers away, and he kneeled on the ground throwing you over his shoulder, you tried pushing your sweater down but he spanked you instead, quickly getting inside the ranch and throwing you to the couch.

He stood up, pointing the gun at your head, your face inching closer to his slowly, his eye examining your face carefully as you closed your eyes to kiss him, softly, heavenly, falling deeper and deeper to a never-ending loop of you and only you, of your sweet smell of vanilla with a note of cinnamon, your sweet maple syrup mouth, and lovely coffee brown eyes, his lips open yours to push his tongue inside your, tasting your warm and sugary insides, something he loves so much makes him have this feeling of wanting to consume you entirely, he pushed you down to the couch, crawling on top of you, his knee in between your legs, holding his gun to the side of your forehead, his hand slowly reaching in between them.

"I'm gunna blow you away babe doll" His fingers roamed your clothed pussy, the excitement making you smile, his gun aimed at your face, "Come on now, don't look so scared, You know where I want you..." You smiled at him, "Don't smile at me like that... get down on your knees you fucking cunt" He pressed it to your chest and you slowly kneeled on the floor, you stared at him with wide eyes, "Why are you lookin' at me like that now, huh?" You stayed quiet and began to fiddle with the hem of his jeans and just as you were about to pull his dick out of his boxers he threw your hand away, looking at you disappointed, "God... you never learn, you're so dumb..."

Your eyes wide open, your heart skipping a beat at the look of his eyes on you, it hits you like a bullet, right into your heart, "But what did I do wrong?" His hand grabs and pulls your hair making your face tilt up and your mouth groan in pain.

"Nah... you know exactly what you got yourself into, stop acting like a dumb fucking whore" You simply smiled, not really knowing how to react to his words, not knowing where your smile would get you, you've never been called dumb in this way, but nevertheless, somehow you liked it, he inhales sharply, contemplating you, contemplating all of his ideas, examining your bottom to top, just like that on your knees, with your hair resting on your shoulder, he wiped out his gun, "Blow it," He says, your face suddenly changes from preoccupation to pleasure, with a grin, you approach closer to the gun, licking the metal barrel with your pink warm tongue, he watched in awe every move, with a grin on his face he didn't notice he had, he just watched with his pupiles dilated as he grew uncomfortably hard, he wasn't just hard, it was even harder to control his impulses, you were so gentle with his gun, kissing the hole, opening your mouth and taking the gun inside your mouth, with your eyes closed, picturing it really was his dick but still being aware of the danger, and that keeps you on the edge, spreading your legs open, your hand sliding down your stomach, your finger tips lightly grazing your cloathed clit over your underwear, fuck, you were soaked and so needy, your lips let out a quiet moan but that's enough reason for him to push the gun down your throat, making you gag around it messily.

"I-... I'm gonna die if you don't fuck me now, Alex..." You were breathless, in a hurry to get something else to fill up your own hole, he was so moved by the way you were sucking that gun, and your hands run down between your thighs.

"Proof me that you want it, don't act like a stupid fucking cunt" You moved your hair to the side, looking at him right into his eyes as you sucked with passion and need as if your life truly depends to get fucked over by Alex, because in this moment, it is, "D'ya like it?... 'Cause I think somebody is more than just wet... I think your pussy is all bathed in your cum, you don't even need your fingers, you just finish by just picturing my cock, you love it don't ya?" You hummed as a yes, "This is why I call you a stupid cunt, a dumb fuck, you're starting to get me tired by just humming your answers, you know that, right you stupid-"

"I know" You interrupt him, slamming your voice at him.

"Oh... now you feel like you have the right to use that tone with me?" He breathes in harshly, squishing your cheeks together as he presses down the gun at your forehead, "You don't like it, right? This was your idea, but it wasn't my decision to make you act like a dumb bitch... if you want me to call you something else, earn it, change my mind" He dares you, your getting more agitated and irritated by the second, your knees getting tired from always being down on them, so you decided to change everything around.

"Ok, Daddy, I will change it," You said with a smile as a bright idea pops into your head, you got up from the ground, slowly getting on top of him, knees on either side of his round thighs, "You know exactly what I love the most about you, I know exactly what I want to do with your cock, do you wanna see?" You asked him, and he silently nodded, you grabbed his wrist, rubbing yourself against his gun, "I- fuck..." Your nails dig into his shoulder.

"You what?... keep talkin' to me," He said, he sounded excited, like a 14-year-old boy kind of excitement.

"I need it right here in between my legs, way deep inside me, getting deeper and deeper with every move of your hips, I don't know what buttons you press Daddy, but I just now that I need you right here" You began to rub yourself harder, rocking your hips back and forward with your back arched, it was so strange, the fact that something so dangerous could make you feel this type of way. His eyes focused entirely on your pussy, he watched as those little and thin pair of panties became wetter and wetter, into a puddle of wetness, you lose control so easily, getting taken away by the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your breathing getting shorter, drenched in ice cold sweat but your skin felt warm, slowly building up the pleasure until Alex moved his hand away, your legs shaking by the surprise, your walls clenching around nothing, you were starving for him, "Please Daddy, just please..." You opened your mouth to kiss him, sliding down your tongue to his mouth, and biting down on his bottom lip, "I know you need this too, let me make you feel good, please... I want to please you"

Those words put him in a place, a place that he hates to be, a place where he feels weak, your hand slowly reaches in between his legs, feeling his pulsing dick, you've never felt a man get this hard, it was so different, you stroke him slowly but your hand gripping him tightly, "Fuck..." He breathes out harshly, you didn't understand how he does it, how he has so much control over himself, he didn't want to let go.

"Come on, baby... just relax..." You whispered softly against his ear, as his head lay down on the couch, but he abruptly opened his eyes, you knew it was the end of you, he gripped your wrist tightly, throwing you to the side, hands, and knees, down in all fours. He rips off your panties from your body, scratching your skin like a lion, and you wine but he ignores you.

He gripped your hair back, leaning forward to whisper to your ear, "Are you tellin' me what to do?" He breathed in harshly, you felt him fiddling with his belt, you kept your eyes closed exactly knowing what was coming for you, your body was shaking, gathering up all your strength to endure the pain of his thick letter belt, he breathed in closer to your ear, "I don't know what scares you more, me or the gun I'm holding against your head?" You exhale sharply, panting as you try to come up with an answer, "You don't even have to say it, you're not scared of it, you're scared about how much you like this, how much harm I can do," You felt his dick hard against your inner thigh, your bit your lips to the thought of the feeling, your eyes rolling back, walls clenching together.

His nose digs into your hair, landing a small kiss on it, "Stay like this... don't move" Your face digs into the cushions, your wrists being gripped and tied together by his belt, his tip sliding slowly inside your pussy, you moaned so loudly, finally, you had something to decrease that hunger, that need to be filled up, without you noticing, you began to push your hips back, fucking yourself entirely on his dick, you heard him laughing so evilly while you struggled to move your hips from having your hands tied behind your back, "You're so needy, yeah?" You whined and sniffed your nose, he spanks you hard, "Go on, fuck yourself on me fuckin' cock" You kept moving your hips, panting and trying to reach for air as you kept fucking his dick, and his hand kept smacking your ass, each slam of his hand felt like little electricity shots, your pain began to be a feral hunger for him to be as rough as he wanted, so you let him keep spanking you, you kept moving your hips, your walls grasp his cock to stay buried inside you, you couldn't resist it anymore, couldn't hold it in for another second.

"Oh Alex.... please" Your muscles contract, your legs begin to shake slightly, your moaning so loud it sounds like murder.

"I know you want to cum... I can feel it" He whispers in a cold tone.

"Please Daddy, let me... please" He sighs, as you let go all around him, making a big mess on his cock, your creamy release coating his cock, and you cried, in anger, in sadness, because you knew he wasn't going to forgive you and yet at the same time that made you angry.

"Are you done?" He asks, and you furrowed your eyebrows, "I can't with you" He pulls his cock out of your cunt, but quick enough you straddle him between your legs.

"Alex, you can't-"

"No, you don't get to tell me what the fuck to do, you're acting like such a fuckin' cunt I-" You shut him up with a big slap on his face, he looks at your face up and down in awe, and he slams you back, you pushed him away, and tried to hit him again but he grabs your wrists and pushes them down, he pulls you in by the hair and you tried to resist kissing him but he just did, he kissed you, and it feels like true love, his arms wrapped around your waist, as your hips rock back and forward, "You're so fucked up"

He raised his hips up and put his hands on your hips pushing your body down to his cock at the same time he pushes his hips up, it was unholy, your heart was about to burst out of your chest, your ears popped, and your mouth was dry, just as if you were dying, completely being consumed by him, you didn't want to let go of him at all, you looked thru his eyes, deep down there was a deep sweetness to him, one that sometimes surfaced, he was really in love with you, you could see it right thru his tender warm brown eyes, his hands clamp your flesh and you groan in pain but it didn't matter, the tears didn't matter, all it was now was him.

"I love you..." You mumbled, snuggling to his neck, your mouth against his ear, your moans getting stuck on the middle of your chest, your whole body tensing as your wall clench around his cock, Alex kept slamming his cock in and out of your pussy, both bathed in sweat, your face stained with tears, you took one last look at him, his eyes fixated on yours with his mouth opened, his jaw locked, and his hair sticking to his forehead as sweat runs cold down his forehead, something different happened when you had finished, you closed your eyes and just hear him cuss all over your clogged ears.

"Holy fuck babe" He hums, rubbing his tip against your clit, you kept yelling from the pleasure, "Yeah! Fuck yeah... you're- oh... gonna make me fuckin' cum too..." He pressed himself up closer to you, the space between you too so tight your heart was beating thru his chest, he felt so warm inside your milky insides, so tight around your pussy, it was also time for him, he turns you over, so now your back was against his chest, he grabbed you tightly by your upper arms surely leaving bruises on them, and once more he grabbed his gun, he wrapped his arm around your tummy, and laid you down gently against his chest, kissing your ear as the cold metal of his gun is pressed against your lower chin.

"Would you kill for me?" He asks, you were a weeping mess, your mind too foggy with lust, nevertheless, you didn't have to think of your answer.

"Yes," You firmly replayed.

"Promise you'll love me forever, even if I do things that don't seem right, trust me...everything I do is for you" He whispered against your ear, your heart melting as his sweet voice showed for once how caring he is.

"I promise, I'll never stop loving you"

"You could be just saying that 'cause I could just easily blow that little pretty head of yours" He presses it harder against you, making you tilt your head slightly to say, "But I much prefer fucking your pussy and cum inside it real deep" He began his assault once more, this time you didn't think it was possible to keep going, he was being so rough with you, it was beginning to hurt a little.

"I can't Daddy... p-please I can't handle it" You moaned, his fingers came down to rub your pussy in broad circles making you cry out of pleasure and pain, a very dangerous combination for you because slowly you began to like it, "I can't- You're hurting me" You beg him with tears in your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up" He covers your mouth with his hand, and rubbed your pussy harder pressing his fingers down on your pussy, making your walls tighten, your breathing stuck in your throat, "You beg me to stop but you can't stop getting wetter and wetter now can you?" You couldn't keep up with Alex's rhythm, your body was worn out, you wanted more but your bruised knees and legs couldn't make your body move.

"Stop Daddy... please!" You sigh as his cock finds a new sweet spot inside you.

"Mmmm.... sounds like my little girl wants some more" Fingers pulling on your flesh, and you put your hands on his knees as he fucks your body with passion and frustration, "I love watching this... love watching you take every inch of me cock, everything just disappearing inside that little hole" He takes the chance to spank your round ass, and you didn't even make a sound, you felt as if you were floating out of your body, being too high up in the clouds to even feel any pain, but slowly you were falling back to earth, as everything began to build up in your stomach, "I can feel you're ready... tell me you want it... beg me for it"

"It's everything I ever wanted, all I want... I want you to finish inside me, cover my pussy with your cum..."

"Yeah? You want my cum to drip out of your pussy like a fucking whore, that's what you want?" He pushes his hips up, staying way deep inside you, pushing his cock in all the right places, you were tense, your whole body getting rigid as you suddenly had lost control, and something different was happening, Alex noticed and let out a deep sound from his throat, he stayed silent as he fucked your brains out, the noise that his body made as he thrust his cock inside you and your brain didn't capture what happened after that last thrust, you were screaming in pleasure as you felt you were cumming and his moaning got raspier, he was panting for air as he saw you cumming so hard, splashing his cock and wetting the couch leaving a damp stain on it.

"Fuckin' hell babe, oh- keep going" You pushed out the rest of it by making pressure on your lower abs, and he came twice inside you, one after the other, his mouth dry by seeing you cum all around him like that, wet the couch and the floor with your release, he pushed his cum inside your pussy, thrusting out of you, watching your milky insides drip out his cum and your wetness, you let yourself go on his arms, blacking out completely, as if you were drunk, your body too heavy but you felt so light at the same time, you heard him gasping for air against your ear, both of you trying to catch some air. He whispered something to your ear you didn't quite hear well, but you answered.

"Yes... I'm so full Daddy" Making him giggle along the way, carrying you to the shower like a baby in his arms, and cleaning you down with warm water, kissing your forehead and neck, behind your back as you lay down next to him in bed, he says he likes you more naked than dressed, he loves you more when you're honest, he says he's deeply in love with you right before bed, and you love him too with depth.

"I love you, honey," He repeats right before you sleep, till the sun hits your skin.

A/N

hi <3

sorry for disappearing and leaving you on the edge for months, I've been really fucking busy, stupidly busy, trying to finish this chapter was like trying to finish a whole book with the schedule I have now, I'm still trying to figure out a way to keep writing but I do have other priorities, I'm sorry, this not going to end any time soon but I'll be more on and off than I would normally be, which i hate but I'm still going to be here and Christmas is almost here sooo... don't worry, you'll always have me, i love you and thank you for being so patient and caring and so lovely to me. take care, i always have you on my mind too. 

[behindblueeyesrpg]

[liste des faceclaims réservés]

— behind blue eyes.

a,b,c

adrien sahores — si la rose alexa demie — wasted comets andrew garfield — faithfully anouchka gauthier — rattlesnake. billie eilish — nevra carla guetta cohen — léa charleen weiss — rainbow stars charles leclerc — davidou charlie hunnam — mars christina nadin — mikrokosmos cindy kimberly — néréide. cooper koch — absolem

d,e,f

daniela garza — lachrymarum danika pieenar — blue. david alexander flinn — nonameforyou dove cameron — cheryl drew starkey — sidesnack ellis iyayi — ness emilio sakraya — ariesfelis evan mock — dulapeep francisca gomes — lakostas freya walton — lumos solem

g,h,i

grace van patten — bliss gracie abrams — desert bleu harris dickinson — anaïs ian fonz — lavoice

j,k,l

jacob elordi — samhain jacob rott — mayumi/clémence jade distinguin — astræa jeon jungkook — fatigay jessica alexander — alli joseph quinn — evermore kaden hammond — ivory keith powers — prince naveen kim jennie — midnight shadow kim taehyung — astrhal kim yeri — tempted laetitia casta — adé lalisa manoban — mannie lea elui — hemera lexi sonnett — salvìa louis baines — hoodwink.

m,n,o

madelyn cline — endlesslove. matthew noszka — doflamingo meeya dugied — vampyllia. nadia lee cohen — themuseparadox nathan niehaus — anakinough nicholas alexander chavez — ησησ nicola peltz beckham — jawbreaker.

p,q,r

park chaeyoung [rosé] — oxymore paul mescal — meuf géniale pierre garnier — loredana rachael lange — rage. rachel bilson — mixsy-cute rudy pankow — marie

s,t,u,v

sabrina carpenter — lattee. sam corlett — rascal shanina shaik — bluemoon sydney sweeney — clem tamika fawcett — bluemoon vinnie hacker — deathless saints. viv may — anne-constance

w,x,y,z

yumi nu — saturne

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Hey! I love your collection of snippets and I have one that I think could be fun! It's been a few centuries and Klaroline come knocking on some vampire's door for info, and he's absolutely scared shitless because of the horror stories he's heard...of Caroline. He has no idea who Klaus is. (Klaus is delighted by wifey getting the props she deserves)

“Just let me handle this.”

“You handled last week’s negotiation, let me have some fun with this one.”

“Negotiation,” Caroline snorts. “You call plotting to hang a vampire from the ceiling by their intestines while you remove their fingernails negotiation? That’s cute.”

Klaus sends a glare her way. “He spoke out of turn.”

“He didn’t get a turn to speak at all, what with you compelling him to eat his own tongue. Just let me handle this, would y—”

The door swings open, and she and Klaus turn towards their newest victim. “David Lennon, I presume,” Klaus says darkly, and Caroline throws him a filthy look at stealing her thunder, and Klaus, the absolute ass, looks completely shameless.

“Uh, yeah,” David says, looking at Klaus quizzically, not noticing Caroline at all. Ugh. “Who’re you?”

Klaus cocks his head to the side, a smile curling his lips. “Your newest nightmare. Now, mate, care to explain that pesky disappearance of my hybrid pack in Connecticut? My witch tells me you were quite conspicuous, really, if you're going to murder for fun, at least do it well.”

David scoffs. “Look, man—”

Klaus looks ready to kill at the name he’s been called. “I suggest you choose your next words carefully, unless you—”

“Oh, shut up,” Caroline says irritably, pushing Klaus aside. “How are you dramatic about murder?” She grabs David by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “Make this q—”

But David’s face goes slack, his eyes bulging out of his head. “C—Caroline Forbes?” he stammers, his face white.

Caroline frowns, pushing him harder against the wall, digging her fingers into his skin, making him whimper. “Yeah. He asked you a question. Why did you kill—”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” David babbles out, his hands raised in defence. “Really, I didn’t know it was your pack, Miss Forbes—”

Miss Forbes? What the fuck?

“—if I had known, I never would’ve killed them, I'm so sorry, please don’t kill me—”

Caroline growls. “I don’t want excuses, I want to know why you killed our allies. Talk.”

“A witch blackmailed me to, told me she’d desiccate me if I didn’t. She had some bad blood with the alpha, I think, something about him triggering his curse by killing her brother. I didn’t want to do it, Miss Forbes, I'm sorry, please forgive me—”

Caroline lets go with a disgusted noise, dropping him to the floor, where he falls to his feet, looking at her with terror. “If there’s anything I can do—”

“Who’s the witch?” Klaus breaks in. “Is she part of a coven?”

“Some weird ass chick called Jane-Anne Devereaux. I don’t know, she could’ve been lying—” David breaks off, staring at Klaus suspiciously. “Who’re you?”

The look on Klaus’s face is comical. “Who am I?” he growls. “How bloody stupid are you?”

David sneers at him. “How stupid are you, to think people know your name—”

Klaus lunges for him, only to be blocked by Caroline’s hand. “Wait,” she tells him, glancing at the vampire. “I still have to talk to him.”

“Is he your friend, Miss Forbes, I'm sorry, I didn’t know—”

“Stop,” Caroline grits out, “apologizing. Your snivelling is giving me a headache." Next to her, Klaus looks impressed.

“Yes, Miss Forbes, anything, please don’t kill me—”

“Shut up. Is Jane-Anne Devereaux part of a coven?”

“Yeah, it’s their family coven, an old one.” David looks up at her pleadingly. “That’s all I know, Miss Forbes, I swear, and if I'd known that was your pack—”

“My pack,” Klaus growls.

“I never would’ve done it. I'll do anything you want, Miss Forbes, please don’t kill me.”

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Klaus grinds out.

David looks at Klaus like he’s an idiot. “Are you nuts, man? Don’t talk like that in front of her, she’ll kill you.”

“Wh—”

“Don’t you know anything about how Caroline Forbes murdered those vampires in Georgia after they spoke out of turn?” David shudders. “Like, don’t even ask.”

Caroline wants to laugh. So. Hard.

David turns to her frantically. “Mad respect and all to you, Miss Forbes. My friend told me how you tortured those witches who went after your friend, and, honestly, it was kind of inspiring for all of us—hey, I don’t suppose you’ve ever given thought to having a proteg—”

“Mate, I'm begging you to quit while you're ahead,” Klaus says, and Caroline wants to snort at the look of mirth on his face. “We wouldn't want—”

“Of course, anything, Miss Forbes,” says David, giving her a look of reverence one would give to the Pope. “My sincerest apologies.”

Caroline chokes out a sure, then grabs Klaus’s hand and drags him away. Once they’re both out of earshot, they both start howling so hard one of Klaus’s hybrids pokes his head out of the SUV to ask them if they were alright.

“He hadn’t even heard of you!” Caroline wheezes. “Hadn’t heard of Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid! And he's scared of me! Oh, this is hilarious. A thousand plus years of maiming and torture and murder for you, Klaus, and this kid’s terrified of me. I haven’t even done anything compared to you.”

“Well, kudos to you, then, love,” Klaus smirks. “You're finally starting to catch up. I'm so proud.”

Caroline snorts. “I'm on my way to becoming the next Klaus Mikaelson. Lucky me.”

“No, no, love, weren't you listening? You're Caroline Forbes.” She lets out a cackle at the words, never have imagined her name to be spoken of in the same depth of fear Klaus’s is. “He looked ready to build an altar in your honour.”

“He might’ve even called me the queen.”

Klaus smirks, and she knows what he’s going to say even before he says it. “Well, you are—”

“I totally gave you that one,” Caroline accuses.

“It was too good of an opportunity to miss.” Klaus shrugs. His gaze suddenly turns calculating, and he looks at her mischievously.

“Oh no. What?”

“Well, seeing as you're on your way to becoming the next scourge of the supernatural underworld—” He ignores her derisive snort— “You'll need a moniker.”

“What the hell is that?” she asks, grabbing his arm and slinging it around her shoulders as they walk back to the car.

“An infamous nickname, of course. You’ve heard mine—Klaus le Fou, Klaus le Dement, Niklaus der Mordor—and those are just the few in French, the last one’s from Germany, when I murdered those few witches, that was particularly gory—”

“I actually want to cry at how bad those all are.”

“Well, there’s the one in English, Klaus the Mad—”

“Ugh,” she groans. “They're all so unoriginal. If I'm going to have one, can't it be interesting?”

“Well, we have a variety of choices, in a variety of languages, and I did always think one in French would suit you well…”

[jadelotusflower]

Stargate rewatch: 2x05 Need

I'm going to say upfront that I don't really love this episode. But it's lore-important, revealing up the adverse affects of using the sarcophagus.

It's inevitable that in sci-fi shows, particularly long running ones such as Stargate, that the level of advanced technology obtained in-universe becomes a problem for the writing staff. You have to keep your characters in reasonable jeopardy, but you have to play within the established world where there seem to be easy solutions to all their problems. To avoid this, it will often be a case of one step forward two steps back - a new ally will be killed off, a new technology will be taken or our heoroes will be forced to leave it behind, it's all standard tv stuff.

In this case it's the sarcophagus, established in the film as literally able to resurrect the dead, and therefore obtaining one would be a huge win for the SGC, and a big priority. They dealt with this in Hathor by shooting the thing up, but it was inevitable that they'd come across another so there has to be some other reason they can't use it, otherwise anytime someone with in mortal peril the audience would ask 'why don't they use a sarcophagus?'.

The Solution? Sarcophagus use = drugs. Oh, and it makes you evil.

Written by Robert C Cooper (with Damian Kindler as co-story credit, his first of the series) and directed by David Warry-Smith.

SG-1 watch a naquadah delivery ceremony, and we get a stock shot of a pyramid and mine that will be reused many times over the seasons.

They follow a hooded figure into the forest to the edge of a cliff, where Jack articulates that she’s going to jump, but does nothing.

Daniel’s the only one who takes action to stop this suicide attempt, but in doing so gets them all captured.

The would-be jumper is Princess Shyla, her father is Pyrus the God Slayer, who overthrew the Goa'uld and took his place but still forces the populace to mine the naquadah and send through the Stargate.

Sam reveals she can now sense the presence of a Goa'uld, also a vital lore moment.

Daniel apologises for their predicament, and while I get that Daniel needs to rein in the impulsiveness, the insinuation that he should totally have let someone leap to their death is a bit weird.

The Goa'uld who once ruled the planet is never named, and we never see this symbol again as far as I know. There are carvings on the wall behind the sarcophagus, but I don't know enough about the art style or god form to make a refined guess what culture they were aiming at.

"You know, I've seen an awful lot of union violations around here, I should probably speak to your supervisor." Heh, I love it when Jack gets sassy with the Jaffa. This Jaffa however gets sassy back, sarcastically asking about Jack's leg in response to an earlier quip that he couldn't kneel because of his ACL (an inside reference to RDA's knee problems).

SG1 attempt to escape, but Daniel gets smooshed by falling rocks (like father like son). However, since Sam specifically says that he's alive, this doesn't go on the Daniel Death Tally, but he does get treated in the sarcophagus for the third time.

Shyla showing Daniel the trees as a marvel only to realise that he has seen them on other worlds is a nice in-joke that they have and will shoot in this Vancouver forest many, many times.

Shyla also tells Daniel that he's her destiny, and that she was going to jump off the cliff because she feared her promised lover from beyond the sun would never arrive, and lo and behold, he saves her life. Daniel is appropriately disturbed, and under ordinary circumstances this would probably be the point he'd go "sorry, I'm married," but he's in a bit of a precarious position, knowing that Shyla essentially holds the lives of Jack, Sam, and Teal'c in her hand, and puncturing her delusions would end very badly for all of them.

So off Daniel tots to explain the situation, and they're understandably less than pleased he can't spring them yet.

"Surprisingly difficult to kill you, isn't it?" Oh Jack, you don't know the half of it.

I actually don't mind this gown - it's the headpiece that ruins the look. I get what they were going for with the asymmetry but it's still ugly.

Pyrus reveals he's over 700 years old thanks to the sarcophagus, which explains why he's such a jerk. Daniel hasn't yet honed his diplomacy skills, and his lack of tact makes things worse, giving Shyla even more power over the the situation as the intermediary between him and Pyrus. She kisses Daniel and when he pulls away, manipulates him into going back into the sarcophagus.

It's unclear how much Shyla's mind has been altered by the sarcophagus - she hasn't used it to extend her life, and it's clear she's aware of its addictive properties, but is her amorality a consequence of sarcophagus use or is she just a rotten person who would get someone hooked on drugs so they'll be romantically pliable? We never actually see her use it, just encourage others to, and that she was intending to commit suicide does indicate an altered or depressed mental state which could be interpreted either way (either she don't use it regularly and therefore doesn't get the constant euphoria from it, or she does use it and was in that moment feeling withdrawal symptoms that sent her to the cliff rather than back to get another hit).

Days later, Daniel is high on sarc and hair gel, completely oblivious to his friend's distress and proselytizing the benefits, including that he no longer needs his glasses. Given he has a very loose relationship with wearing them anyway, you can see how the others are not impressed.

"No you look, Jack. I have got everything under control, okay? God, you never show me any respect. Your way didn't work. Now I'm handling it." An interesting question is how exactly it affects Daniel - stripping away his inhibitions and sense of morality as his only focus becomes another go in the sarc and the euphoria it brings, and yet there's the sense that there are some real, buried emotions bubbling to the surface. On some level, Daniel does believe that Jack doesn't respect him and resents his brute force approach, but while usually this might only frustrate him, under the influence of the sarc it's focused and weaponised.

Sam's memories of Jolinar indicate the Tok'ra don't use the sarcophagus because it takes ones "Kalesh" i.e. soul, likely derived from the Ancient Egyptian concept of "Ka" being a vital essence or life force.

"The man who would be king." Jack the Sean Connery fan checks out.

Keeping Sam in frame to give Daniel the side-eye as he kisses Shyla goodbye was a great directorial choice.

"We had a nice time sir. Carter picked up some naquadah, Teal'c made some new friends, as always. Daniel got engaged." I generally find the "girl on every planet" fixation by fandom to be off putting, but this is a nice Jack line in context.

Speaking of, Sam is the one that finally points out Daniel already has a wife, and as a fan of Sha're and the Daniel/Sha're relationship this is a hard episode. On the one hand it's clear that it isn't so much Shyla that Daniel can't get out of his head but the sarcophagus, on the other hand the dismissive way he speaks of Sha're is terrible, and so contrary to Daniel's character. At this stage of the show he has two consuming passions: the pursuit of knowledge and finding Sha're, that they both would be wholly replaced with his need for the sarcophagus shows just how much his mind has been altered.

"And even if I find Sha're one day, what are the chances she's ever going to be the same again?" However, like his blowing up at Jack, there's probably a kernel of truth here - deep down in a place Daniel doesn't want to admit or address, he does fear that Sha're is irrevocably lost to him, and that he can never go back to that happy life he had with her. Shanks's delievery of this line is nuanced as well, where he has to force himself to say Sha're's name and it almost seems in that infinitesimal moment he might snap out of it.

But he doesn't, and accuses Sam of never knowing what love is, to which she responds that the Daniel she knows would never say such a thing. I think she's right, and in this case rather than revealing an uninhibited, genuine thought Daniel is instead using a false but targeted cruelty because he can't let himself listen to her reason.

I always find drug rage/withdrawal scenes difficult to watch.

But Jack talks him down, and there is a nice comforting hug. Jack also crucially backs up the recovered Daniel's suggestion that they return to Shyla's planet to try and free the people there from slavery (and get Earth access to the naqudah mine). It's a nice moment when he tells Hammond he wants Daniel back on the team.

Shyla destroys the sarcophagus pretty readily, which indicates to me she can't have been too much in its thrall. Although perhaps it affects people differently, and some are more susceptible to its negative energy than others, because Daniel went off the deep end very quickly from very short term use while Shyla - though manipulative - doesn't show the same heightened behaviour. Although perhaps her negative traits of cunning have been amplified, while Daniel's personality already leans towards the manic. Or, the sarcophagus affects Daniel more because it was used to literally raise him from the dead the first time, and to heal mortal injuries the next two times, and so he got mega doses of the tech, hooking him onto it more effectively.

Shyla does at least show some remorse over what she did, and hopefully goes on to abdicate her throne and allow the people her father subjugated to form a fairer governing system.

I think we can assume the SGC does get access to the naquadah and maintains diplomatic relations with the planet. So...happy ending I guess?

[widthofmytongue]

The other night I had drinks with coworkers. I increasingly dislike all of them. The topic of the Coronation came up, unsurprisingly. One of my colleagues said ‘we should have done what the French did’, and me and one other kinda went ‘haha yeah!’ and I thought for a moment that maybe I wouldn’t be in the political minority, even if these people will never be dedicated to the pursuit of global communism. My boss said, unironically, ‘what did the French do?’

Now I knew this was a bad sign, but me and person who initially referenced the French Revolution tried to sort of extol a few key details of the abolition of monarchy and formation of the First Republic, with probably disproportionate attention on the Terror. But anyway, my boss said something like ‘my knowledge of history isn’t great before the war’, and I asked genuinely ‘which war?’, which was interpreted as a sarcastic joke.

Anyway, this led to talking about WWII. Someone said something like ‘well the Second World War was unique among wars because it was essentially good versus evil’, to which I interjected ‘well kinda more like evil versus evil, right’. The response to this, from all three of my colleagues in the conversation, was ‘oh right, the Soviets’. I think if you follow this blog (or especially my politcal sideblog) you may have encountered my generalised view of the Soviet Union. Keeping in mind that it was Gevurah ShebeHod (since most of my personal posts seem to mark some significant point on the Hebrew calendar), I tried to rein in my response, and just said ‘interesting that when I mention the evil superpowers of the Allies in WWII you say the Soviets but not Britain or America.’ So the following dialogue came out of this:

Colleague (with history degree): Well I don’t know much about Roosevelt’s policy or ideological allignment... Me: Well he kinda committed genocide against the Navajo. C(whd): ...Churchill may have been a shitty guy... Me: Well he kinda committed genocide against India and Palestine. C(whd): ...But Britain essentially had to go to war with the Nazis. Me: To safeguard their material interests though, right, not for the altruism of saving the brutalised people of Europe. C(whd): Well Britain didn’t have any interests in Poland. Me: Well I think upholding a status quo is a very strong material interest for imperial Europe, but I was really talking about North Africa and the Middle East. C(whd): But those regions weren’t threatened by Germany, but by Italy. Me: Do you honestly think Churchill or whoever was thinking in such a two-dimensional way as to see these powers in a vacuum? [I wish I’d said ‘I think they were pretty threatened by Britain too, and remain so.’] Colleague who’d followed silently: Well every government has done horrible things at some point. Me: And yet when I mentioned evil versus evil, you all glanced right past the genocidal empires of Britain and America to look at the Soviets. Boss (unironically): I didn’t think when I mentioned the war that we’d be talking so much about genocide.

Now I wanna leave this on a couple crucial points. One is that I am very overt about being Jewish. I mention observing religious festivals; I use lots of Yiddish and occasionally Hebrew phrases; I have a hamsa and a Star of David badge on my backpack, as well as on the jacket I was wearing that night (I also have a Lenin badge on the jacket). The idea that these three white English men entered this conversation about WWII with a Jew and then were surprised (it was very clear they were all surprised and uncomfortable) at the mention of genocide is baffling to me, but I think all too common. I didn’t even mention the Shoah (although I think I did eventually say something like ‘I don’t think invading other countries is the greatest evil for which Nazi Germany is remembered’).

At some point later in the conversation I said something like ‘for all the negative views abounding on the Soviet Union, speaking as a queer Jew, I think I’d have preferred to live there than in Britain at the time’, to which my colleague with the history degree replied ‘well I obviously can’t speak to that’. It was very clear that he meant he can’t speak to Jewish and I guess queer identity. Now this is not the first time I’ve encountered this, but I think it’s an important phenomenon to observe. I once said to another colleague ‘well, there are lots of people in this country who want me dead because I’m Jewish or nonbinary’, and she said ‘well I can’t even imagine what that’s like’.

What I want to rhetorically ask is: why can’t you imagine it? Why do you imagine you’re safe from these same people? First they came for the communists, then they came for the Jews, then they came for that guy who wrote the poem! Eventually they’ll come for you too, when they drum up some new group to hate and mobilise against. If you can’t imagine what it’s like for fascists to want you dead, maybe you should try?

[the-dust-jacket]

Hello. I've already read the Kingston Cycle, Half a Soul and I'm about to finish the Stariel books. Do you have more recommendations? Thank you in advance.

Oh absolutely!

A Matter of Magic, by Patricia C. Wrede (for cross-country Regency romps, rogues, magicians, spies, and Ladies of Quality)

A Marvellous Light, by Freya Marske (for murder and mystery and secret Edwardian wizardry, romance, grand old houses and creepy curses)

Spellbound, by Allie Therin (for forbidden love, found family, and frightening magic in 1920s New York)

Shades of Milk and Honey, by Mary Robinette Kowal (for frothy and impeccably evocative Regency magic)

Sorcerer to the Crown, by Zen Cho (for schemes both magical and mundane and the world of fairy crossing into the world of the tonne)

To Say Nothing of the Dog, by Connie Willis (for laugh-out-loud time travel shenanigans and questionable Victorian aesthetic choices)

Soulless, by Gail Carriger (for vampire assassins, werewolf aristocrats, interrupted tea time, and other terrible inconveniences which may beset a young lady)

A little darker:

The Magpie Lord, by KJ Charles (for semi-secret magical society, creepy family estate, steamy romance all in an Extremely Victorian Gothic setting)

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, by Susanna Clarke (clever and deeply atmospheric tour of a magical 19th century England, but definitely not romance)

Salt Magic, Skin Magic, by Lee Welch (for curses and magical bonds and frightening fairies)

Widdershins, by Jordan L Hawk (for Gilded Age mystery and romance featuring Lovecraftian horror and humor)

More fantasy:

Uprooted, by Naomi Novik (for fairytale magic and whimsy, adventure and romance and creepy trees)

Seducing the Sorcerer, by Lee Welch (for wizard fashion, romance and humor and whimsical magic)

Stardust, by Neil Gaiman (for wild romps in the fairyland next door, alternately humorous and haunting)

More historical:

The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting by KJ Charles (for saucy Regency romance and determined social scheming)

Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons (for dry humor, wacky hijinx, and extended family shenanigans)

Hither Page or The Missing Page by Cat Sebastian (village and manor house mysteries respectively, featuring lots of queer romance and found family with a dash of jaded post-war espionage)

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith (for yearning and laughs and first love and an eccentric family living in an increasingly run down castle)

A little farther from the brief, but might be worth checking out On Vibes:

The Left Handed Booksellers of London, by Garth Nix

The Chronicles of Chrestomanci, by Diana Wynne Jones

His Majesty's Dragon, by Naomi Novik (more Regency fantasy, but full on Age of Sail adventure rather than comedy of manners, romance, or secret magic)

Among Others, by Jo Walton

Arabella of Mars, by David D. Levine

A Natural History of Dragons, by Marie Brennan

It also sounds like a Georgette Heyer or Jeeves and Wooster binge would be really fun right now!

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Michael de Adder, Washington Post :: [Robert Scott Horton]

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Letters From An American

Tonight, just before midnight, the state of Georgia indicted former president Donald J. Trump and 18 others for multiple crimes committed in that state as they tried to steal the 2020 presidential election. A special-purpose grand jury made up of citizens in Fulton County, Georgia, examined evidence and heard from 75 witnesses in the case, and issued a report in January that recommended indictments. A regular grand jury took the final report of the special grand jury into consideration and brought an indictment.  

“Trump and the other Defendants charged in this Indictment refused to accept that Trump lost” the 2020 presidential election, the indictment reads, ”and they knowingly and willfully joined a conspiracy to unlawfully change the outcome of the election in favor of Trump. That conspiracy contained a common plan and purpose to commit two or more acts of racketeering activity in Fulton County, Georgia, elsewhere in the State of Georgia, and in other states.” 

The indictment alleges that those involved in the “criminal enterprise” “constituted a criminal organization whose members and associates engaged in various related criminal activities including, but not limited to, false statements and writings, impersonating a public officer, forgery, filing false documents, influencing witnesses, computer theft, computer trespass, computer invasion of privacy, conspiracy to defraud the state, acts involving theft, and perjury.” 

That is, while claiming to investigate voter fraud, they allegedly committed election fraud. 

And that effort has run them afoul of a number of laws, including the Georgia Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations (RICO) Act, which is broader than federal anti-racketeering laws and carries a mandatory five-year prison term. 

Those charged fall into several categories. Trump allies who operated out of the White House include lawyers Rudy Giuliani (who recently conceded in a lawsuit that he lied about Georgia election workers Ruby Freeman and Shaye Moss having stuffed ballot boxes),  John Eastman, Kenneth Chesebro, Jeffrey Clark, Jenna Ellis, and Trump’s White House chief of staff Mark Meadows. 

Those operating in Georgia to push the scheme to manufacture a false slate of Trump electors to challenge the real Biden electors include lawyer Ray Stallings Smith III, who tried to sell the idea to legislators; Philadelphia political operative Michael Roman; former Georgia Republican chair David James Shafer, who led the fake elector meeting; and Shawn Micah Tresher Still, currently a state senator, who was the secretary of the fake elector meeting. 

Those trying to intimidate election worker and witness Ruby Freeman include Stephen Cliffgard Lee, a police chaplain from Illinois; Harrison William Prescott Floyd, executive director of Black Voices for Trump; and Trevian C. Kutti, a publicist for the rapper formerly known as Kanye West. 

Those allegedly stealing data from the voting systems in Coffee County, Georgia, and spreading it across the country in an attempt to find weaknesses in the systems that might have opened the way to fraud include Trump lawyer Sidney Powell; former Coffee County Republican Committee chair Cathleen Alston Latham; businessman Scott Graham Hall; and Coffee County election director Misty Hampton, also known as Emily Misty Hayes.  

The document also referred to 30 unindicted co-conspirators.

Trump has called the case against him in Georgia partisan and launched a series of attacks on Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis. Today, Willis told a reporter who asked about Trump’s accusations of partisanship: “I make decisions in this office based on the facts and the law. The law is completely nonpartisan. That's how decisions are made in every case. To date, this office has indicted, since I’ve been sitting as the district attorney, over 12,000 cases. This is the eleventh RICO indictment. We follow the same process. We look at the facts. We look at the law. And we bring charges."

The defendants have until noon on August 25 to surrender themselves to authorities.

Letters From An American

Heather Cox Richardson

[usafphantom2]

Movie "Top Gun 3" looks like it's going to take off

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 12/01/2024 - 22:28in Fun, Military

Aviation enthusiasts received great news today, when it was announced by various Hollywood media that the movie "Top Gun 3" began to be developed.

It was announced through The Hollywood Reporter, that Top Gun 3 is officially in development by Paramount Pictures, but not yet official by the studio that released the first two films.

Tom Cruise and Joseph Kosinski, during the release of "Top Gun: Maverick".

With the return of actors Tom Cruise, Miles Teller and Glen Powell, the production will feature Joseph Kosinski, from "Top Gun: Maverick" in the direction. The script is already being written by Ehren Kruger, co-author of the second film.

Although Tom Cruise signed a non-exclusive pact with Warner Bros earlier this week, it seems that he will remain busy with Paramount for some time. Cruise is currently filming Mission: Impossible 8 with the studio. The actor's space film with NASA is also fermenting at Universal. Doug Liman is driving this.

The original 1986 "Top Gun" introduced viewers to Cruise's bold, if not impulsive, "Maverick" as a student who tried to prove his worth in the U.S. Navy's elite fighter pilot school.

In the sequence that he hit theaters in May 2022, thirty-six years later (and some delays), he had to deal with his status as an elderly aviator while reconciling the loss of his best friend and co-pilot "Goose" (Anthony Edwards).

This time fans won't have to wait so long for the next movie, as Paramount recently announced that it has reached an agreement for "Top Gun 3". Now we have the hope that "Maverick" has been promoted to captain or will finally retire.

Actors Glen Powell and Miles Teller will return to their characters as Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin and Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, respectively. Producers Jerry Bruckheimer and David Ellison are also expected to sign the sequel.

Miles Teller.

Glen Powell.

Although Bruckheimer has repeatedly pretended to be shy about the possibility, Kosinski previously suggested that there are more stories to tell about Cruise's Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

"Is there another story that is convincing enough for us to need to come back?" Kosinski asked. "It seems to me that at the end of this movie Maverick still has a little gasoline in the tank."

"Top Gun: Maverick" was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Film last year and took home the Oscar for Best Sound. In addition, its box office revenue of almost $1.5 billion shows that even after almost four decades, fans have never lost that loving feeling for the franchise. It was also the highest-grossing film of Cruise's career.

Paramount has not yet released information about the third film or its history. The production and release dates are also not clear.

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. He uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

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