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The Best News of Last Year

1. Belgium approves four-day week and gives employees the right to ignore their bosses after work

Workers in Belgium will soon be able to choose a four-day week under a series of labour market reforms announced on Tuesday.

The reform package agreed by the country's multi-party coalition government will also give workers the right to turn off work devices and ignore work-related messages after hours without fear of reprisal.

"We have experienced two difficult years. With this agreement, we set a beacon for an economy that is more innovative, sustainable and digital. The aim is to be able to make people and businesses stronger," Belgian prime minister Alexander de Croo told a press conference announcing the reform package.

2. Spain makes it a crime for pro-lifers to harass people outside abortion clinics

Spain has criminalized the harassment or intimidation of women going for an abortion under new legislation approved on Wednesday by the Senate. The move, which involved changes to the penal code, means anti-abortion activists who try to convince women not to terminate their pregnancies could face up to a year behind bars.

3. House passes bill to federally decriminalize marijuana

The House has voted with a slim bipartisan majority to federally decriminalize marijuana. The vote was 220 to 204.

The bill, sponsored by Democratic Rep. Jerry Nadler of New York, will prevent federal agencies from denying federal workers security clearances for cannabis use, and will allow the Veterans’ Administration to recommend medical marijuana to veterans living with posttraumatic stress disorder.

The bill also expunges the record of people convicted of non-violent cannabis offenses, which House Majority Leader Steny Hoyer said, “can haunt people of color and impact the trajectory of their lives and career indefinitely.”

4. France makes birth control free for all women under 25

The scheme, which could benefit three million women, covers the pill, IUDs, contraceptive patches and other methods composed of steroid hormones.

Contraception for minors was already free in France. Several European countries, including Belgium, Germany, the Netherlands and Norway, make contraception free for teens.

5. The 1st fully hydrogen-powered passenger train service is now running in Germany. The only emissions are steam & condensed water.

Five of the trains started running in August. Another nine will be added in the coming months to replace 15 diesel trains on the regional route. Alstom says the Coradia iLint has a range of 1,000 kilometers, meaning that it can run all day on the line using a single tank of hydrogen. A hydrogen filling station has been set up on the route between Cuxhaven, Bremerhaven, Bremervörde and Buxtehude.

6. Princeton will cover all tuition costs for most families making under $100,000 a year, after getting rid of student loans

In September, the New Jersey Ivy League school announced it would be expanding its financial aid program to offer free tuition, including room and board, for most families whose annual income is under $100,000 a year. Previously, the same benefit was offered to families making under $65,000 a year. This new income limit will take effect for all undergraduates starting in the fall of 2023.

Princeton was also the first school in the US to eliminate student loans from its financial aid packages.

7. Humpback whales no longer listed as endangered after major recovery

Humpback whales will be removed from Australia's threatened-species list, after the government's independent scientific panel on threatened species deemed the mammals had made a major recovery. Humpback whales will no longer be considered an endangered or vulnerable species.

Climate change and fishing still pose threats to their long-term health.

Some other uplifting news from last year:

A Cancer Trial’s Unexpected Result: Remission in Every Patient

California 100 percent powered by renewables for first time

Israel formally bans LGBTQ conversion therapy

Tokyo Passes Law to Recognize Same-Sex Partnerships

First 100,000 KG Removed From the Great Pacific Garbage Patch

As we ring in the New Year let’s remember to focus on the good news. May this be a year of even more kindness and generosity. Wishing everyone a happy and healthy 2023!

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Gangsta’s Paradise

Pairing: Cody Rhodes/OC (Riley Carter)

Summary: After suffering a loss at Wrestlemania, Cody’s downward spiral is cut short when a certain American Gangsta seeks to tend to The American Nightmare’s wounds with a vacay. 

Warnings: Switch!OC, Switch!Cody Rhodes, Cody gets a bit feral ngl, Use of handcuffs and a blindfold, choking (lil bit), spanking, Oral (M. and F receiving), Dirty Talk, someone gets fucked dumb, etc.

Author’s Note: 10 months…It took me 10 MONTHS TO WRITE THIS SHIT. I hate writer’s block and low inspiration. Anyway, Enjoy my debauchery. As per usual,  

By proceeding with reading this work, you therefore accept any and all drawbacks from horniness. I.e, sudden soul departure, loss of underwear and extreme thirst. The author is not liable for medical and/or therapy costs, should side effects occur. 

-Signed Management

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“And your winner…AND STILL The Undisputed WWE Universal Champion, ROMAN REIGNS!”

Bullshit. 

Straight Cow Manure. 

These were the thoughts that ran through Riley’s head when she heard the announcement, watching the match in Cody’s locker room. The frustrated sigh that she exhaled as she rubbed her face in both hands to prevent herself from not hauling ass out there, her infamous Harley Quinn-eque mallet swinging and busting heads. She looked back at the TV just in time to see the look on her boyfriend’s face. 

Heartbreak and defeat was evident on it which further angered her and broke her heart at the same time. She could tell what he was thinking, too; How he was so close and how he would’ve won if it wasn’t for those rat bastards that were the bloodline’s shenanigans. Riley also took note of how quiet the arena was after that. 

Frankly, disappointment was in everyone’s spirits except for the bloodline, their small group of fans and Vince McMahon. Or Hunter. Who knows and who gives a shit, she thinks when Cody enters his locker room. Riley turns around to look at him, shoulders sagged with that look of defeat on his face still as he sits on the couch next to her. 

“Hey there, Angel Eyes…” Riley hopes to sweeten up to him as she leans over to rub his shoulders. “You ok? I know it’s a dumb question to ask right now but…I need to know what my baby’s thinking or feeling right now.” Cody gives her a deep sigh as he rubs his face. 

“I had him. I almost had him, Riles. But then I-." 

“Don’t you fucking dare, Mister.” Riley stops and rests her hands on his shoulders. "That sleazeball Paul and Solo are the reason The Tribal Chief doesn't sleep with nightmares tonight." She sighs as she slips her hands down his arms to wrap her arms around his waist. “In due time, babe. In due time.” There was a slight pause before she continued. “In the meantime, how about I cash in your victory gift?” 

This made Cody look up at her. “My victory gift? Riles, I didn't win.” 

"The belts, you didn’t win but you did win a vacation." Riley clarified. "Remember back in June, I said that I was gonna pay for our vacation this time but you got hurt and then you were mad busy because someone decided to win the rumble and the build up to Wrestlemania on top of being an EVP of AEW. Basically, what I’m saying Code, is that yo ass needs a break.” 

There was a brief pause as Cody reflected on her words before he spoke. “Well, you do have a point. Can’t remember the last time I had a break.” 

“Yeah, Mister ‘Do the work’.” She tosses him his bag. “Now do the work and pack up. I don’t want to keep the pilot waiting.” 

Cody raises an eyebrow, his face in bewilderment. “Pilot?”

“Yeah, a pilot. What, you think I'mma take a 12 hour plane ride with the poors in First Class?” Riley raised an eyebrow in question. “Angel, I may be a frugal motherfucka sometimes but even I have standards. Standards that don’t include that bullshit you call The Nightmare Express” This gets a chuckle out of him.

“You really need to stop hanging around Max.” Cody said as he got up to pack.

Riley cringes at the statement. “I do not. That fatherless bastard likes to harass me for advice like the orphan he is. Now, hurry up or you gettin’ left.” 

~///~

2 days had passed before the two had left the city of angels behind and had arrived at the hotel in Venice, Italy. Already irritated at the shenanigans of Brock on the following Monday night, Riley gave him an ultimatum that he could handle whatever business he can before they were on the plane before Cody convinced her to let him work while on the plane.

‘A’ight, fine but once the plane lands,’ She kissed him on the cheek while he was on call with Kenny and The Bucks. ‘You’re all mine, Angel…’ She smiled. Once the couple arrived at their suite, Riley immediately dropped her bags by the door and plopped face first on the bed in the master bedroom. 

“Ah, finally…” Riley sighs, muffled into the bed. “I was almost about to lose my mind in that jet.” 

Cody chuckled and placed his bags next to hers. “I’m sorry, Doll.” He sits down next to her on the bed. “I would’ve kept you entertained if I could.” 

Riley shook her head, rising to sit up straight next to him. “Mm-mm. Nah, I wanted you to handle whatever business you had to do, Mista Executive because, like I said on the plane,” She kissed him on the lips. “You’re all mine…” She smiled at him which he returned.

“Well…” Cody picked her up by her hips to sit him in his lap. “I’m all yours now. What do you wanna do to me?” He leans forward to kiss her but Riley cuts him off with a finger to his lips.

“Uh-uh-uh. Nope. You didn’t wanna join the mile high club so you not gettin’ the nookie that easily. Besides, we’re in Italy! And I really wanna check out the Golden Rectangle. Mami needs more Armani and Cartier.” She hops off his lap. 

He sighs, plopping backwards on the bed as she walks to the bathroom. “Really? You brought us here just to shop?” He exasperated. 

Riley scoffs. “No, dummy. I have other plans for you as well.”

~///~

"Babe, come on. How much more do you need?" Cody sat on the couch outside the dressing room, his head on his hand while he watched the inky crimson fluffy coils that was Riley’s 'fro roamed around the Dolce and Gabbana store. “You already practically bought out all of Versace.” He gestured to the boatload of bags at his feet. Riley sputters as she looks through the lingerie section. 

“S’cuse me, I have a special night planned with my man and the clothes I bought with me are not up to par with the event planned.” She explains as she collects a few sets. “Speaking of that, you have a decent suit?” She stopped in front of the dressing room, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Cody scoffs. “Of course I do, Doll. Why?” 

“What color is it?” She further questioned.

“It’s the dark purple one you like. You know, the one I wore to that photoshoot for my dog collar match with Brodie. I had black hair at the time.” He explained.

“Mmm-mmm-mmm…Lord have mercy.” Riley nods in remembrance. “You really do look good in that suit.” She walks into the dressing room. “Really brings out those pretty eyes of yours.”

“So you tell me, babe. Why do you ask?” 

“So in order to avoid waiting for me to get dressed, I would like to know exactly what I’m gonna wear tonight.” She said from behind the door. Cody then chuckles. 

“Great, so now I only have to wait an hour for you to get ready.” 

“Ya mama!” She responded with playful venom as he laughed.

~///~

A few hours passed after Riley practically dragged Cody around her shopping spree and they were back at the hotel. 

"Cody, hurry yo ass up! Yo hair is fine, ya idiot now come on before we miss our reservation!" Riley yelled after him as she adjusted her dress in the mirror of the foyer. “I swear, got the nerve to tell me I take too long and here he go…”  She then hears the sounds of Cody’s footsteps making his way to the foyer, adjusting his cufflinks. 

“I’m right here, babe.” He kissed her on her cheek before grabbing their coats by the door. “Besides, what’s the rush? Didn’t you rent out the whole restaurant?” 

“Just because no one else is gonna be there to witness me in my finest unless they paid me first, it does not excuse us being late.” She said as Cody helped her put on her coat. “Something, something punctuality. Something, something good time management. Now, hurry along. I have a hot date and I refuse to be late, even if fashionably.” She declared as she stormed out the room with her head up high and swinging the door open in a dramatic fashion. Cody chuckles at her antics. 

After they arrived and ate, Riley led him to the ferry station nearby for a gondola ride to see the sights at night. It is there when the American Couple found themselves cuddled together, holding each other

“The city is so beautiful at night.” She commented, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Yeah, it is.” He said, looking at her. 

“I swear to god, if I look up and see you looking at me, I'mma throw you overboard, you absolute cheeseball.” Cody laughs at her semi-serious threat. 

“So you’re saying you’re not beautiful?” 

“I ain’t say all that, now.” She looks up at him. “I’m saying you’re corny, sir.” 

“Like taking a gondola ride in Venice with your girlfriend is not corny either.” He laughs, pulling her close. 

“Yeah, well…” She leans forward, lips almost touching. “Maybe I like a little corny.” She gives him a teasing smirk with a little chuckle. Cody then reaches over with his hand to pull her in closer to kiss her. Riley couldn’t help but release a soft moan as he grips her a little tighter around the waist. She then pushed him back before the kiss got too deep. 

 “Easy, tiger.” She teased. “We’ll have all the time in the world back at the hotel.” 

~///~

If only she believed that. As soon as the couple came back to the hotel, she pushed him up against the wall once they passed the hotel room threshold. “Baby, wait…” Cody gasps as she untucks his shirt from his pants while kissing his neck. “S-Slow down…” This made her giggle mischievously. 

“Oh why, Angel Eyes?” Riley presses her body against his, taking his tie in her hands. “Why slow down when you seemed so adamant on having me on my back as soon as we got here, hmm?” She pulls his tie, yanking him down to bring him face to face with her. 

Cody exhales a breath to calm himself as Riley moves her other hand to his belt to undo. He then looks her deep in the eyes. “Because Doll, unless you want to be fucked dumb and fucked proper, I would suggest you stop.” This made Riley giggle before she walked away from him deeper into the foyer where she stops.

“Well, then…” Riley unzips the back of her dress, letting it fall at her feet before putting her curls up into two space buns. She turns her head to look at him. “You’re gonna threaten me with a good time or what?” She taunted him, which shakes him out of his thoughts in his head. She could see the way his eyes darken before he snatches the tie off his neck, opening his shirt a bit in the process. 

“I’mma make you regret those words, babydoll.” Cody said before he chased after her, a playful squeal leaving her as she quickly ran to the bedroom. However, she doesn’t get far as Cody catches her before she reaches the room. He pushes her up against the wall, taking her hands into one of his own. “You know, I think you like to try me sometimes…” 

“To try you is to assume you have some control over me in the first place…” Riley muttered, feeling vulnerable as she looked down at her feet. Cody then grabs her face by the chin to make her look back up at him.

“Oh? And I don’t?” He then picks her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist with a shriek of surprise as she was suddenly airbourne. He then walks into the bedroom towards the bed where he places her down on her back. He strips out his shirt and vest before he takes hold of her hands above her head by her wrists. “We’ll see about that now, won’t we?” He leaned down to whisper in her ear before kissing underneath her ear which made her gasp. 

“Yeah…” Riley sighed before she looked up at the headboard of the bed for her surprise. She smirks at him when he looks back at her. “We will…” 

“What are you-?” Cody tried to ask before Riley managed to break her hands free of his grip to press against his chest to flip him over onto his back. She takes advantage of his confusion to then grab the handcuffs around the headboard to handcuff him to the bed. She then mounts him on his lap as she watches him struggle against the cuffs. 

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t struggle, baby boy. I would hate for your wrists to be rubbed raw. No doubt, that would be hard to explain to your friends and peers.” She gives him a smug smile. Cody looks at her once he realizes he can’t break free. 

“Babydoll, whatcha got up your sleeve, huh?” He licks his lips as his breath gets a little heavy as he takes in her form again. “ All day, you’ve been leading me to surprise after surprise. Just treating me to things. What gives?” 

“I told you, baby.” Riley said, her hands sliding down his arms. “You haven’t had a real break in like 2 years. If you weren't busy with shit going on backstage in AEW, you were dealing with finishing the story in WWE. Basically…Papi?” She leans forward, placing her hands on the bed to meet him face to face. “You’ve been in control of things and when shit falls apart, you take the blame for it; even if it was something out of your control. So this whole vacation was dedicated to make sure you didn’t..” She leans closer, their lips barely touching. Cody gasps a bit at the slight contact. “Because I didn’t want you to further stress about anything. Can you do that?” She leans back, rubbing her hands down his chest to his abs. “Can you let me have control tonight?” .

“F-Fuck, doll…” Cody stuttered with a shiver, panting as her nails scratched him a little bit. "I…God fucking yes, baby.” He pleaded when she moved off his lap to lay in between his legs. “Ruin me…abuse me. Make me earn it, Baby…" His statement made her raise an amused eyebrow. 

“Make you earn it?” Riley chuckled as she slid off the bed which caused him to whine at the loss of contact. . “I just said I wanted to spoil you, Darlin’.” She teased him when she made her way over to her bags.

“I know. F-Fuck…” He mewled when he threw his head back, writhing against the cuffs. “But I-I wanna earn it. It’s not as rewarding if I don’t. So, please…” He felt movement on the bed before he raised his head again to look at her but couldn’t when she suddenly grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at the ceiling. He whined, waiting to see more of her as she mounted his lap again.

“You must really want me to torment you, considering you forgot your place under me.” She sweetly threatens before she takes the silk blindfold and ties it around his eyes. She giggles a bit at his whimpering when she rolls her hips against his cock through his pants. “Don’t worry. I have all the time in the world to remind you where you belong.” She runs her fingers through his blonde hair. 

“F-fuck me…” Cody pants with anticipation when she lightly scratches his scalp like she knew he liked. He let a sharp gasp of air when he felt her kiss his neck up to his ear. Riley giggles seductively in his ear which causes him to shiver.

“Begging for me already? But I’ve barely got started, my sweet…” She licks and bites his earlobe. 

Cody squirms in the cuffs at Riley’s teasing and swallows his spit thickly. “God-. You’re gonna-.” He gasps again as he feels Riley’s fingers trace along his abs, tracing circles in between his belly button and his pants. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” Riley gives him a mischievous chuckle before she slides down his body, now eye level with the bulge in the pants. 

“Oh, Cody, Cody, Cody, mon âme…If what I’m doing to you right now already has you on the edge, then I see now how Roman bested you.” She felt Cody’s hips buck when she finally undid his belt before sliding it off entirely. “All that time spent in the gym…all that time spent wrestling matches to prove just how great you are, only to lose to a man who barely shows his face anymore? Just lose to a man, who in my sleep, I can outwit and outmaneuver him? I haven’t even done anything to make you lose your mind just yet so you know what?” She said as she slowly dragged his belt across his nipples. His hips bucked at the sensation. “Let's have a test of will.” She takes the belt and folds it in half to snap the belt, the sound damn near echoing throughout the room. She giggles mischievously when she sees his abs contract as he shudders a moan at the sound. “Since you’re a closeted masochist, I think maybe 10 spanks across the chest. A light punishment for you. That okay?” Cody gives her a nod which makes her slap and grips his thigh harshly, manicured nails digging in a little. He whines a little at the pleasure and pain. “Des mots, chérie. I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, mami. I-I understand.” Riley chuckled before she leaned down to kiss, lick and tease his nipples, drawing more moans out of him. 

“Mami, huh? Well, are you just a good boy?” She taunts him before she takes the belt and hits him across the chest with it. Cody throws his head back, letting out one of the deepest groans Riley ever heard out of him. She raises an eyebrow at the sound, humming pleased by it. “Mmm, never heard you make that sound before. Do it again.” She demanded as she hit him with the belt again.

“Oh, fu-.” Cody moans before she hits him again, cutting him off. “Fuck!” Another. “Fucking h-hell.” Another. “Baby…” Another. “Mami…” Cody whimpered as he fought against the cuffs the harder she hit him. 

She chuckled and looked down at him to take it in his disheveled stance. Riley raises her hand to gently stroke his hair. “Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already.” She bends down to kiss his forehead. “We’re not even done with your punishment yet.” 

“Shit…” Cody whines at her gentle touch. “I’m trying not to, babe but…you’re making it hard not to. Ah…” He moaned as he tried to find his resolve to not bust too quickly in his pants. 

“T’is the reason why I said it was a test of will. It’s not supposed to be easy.” She sighs as she moves the hand in his hair down to his now reddening chest.. “If you can’t hold off from losing your mind in pleasure and pain for longer than a few minutes, then what makes you think you can be undisputed champion, baby?” She teases one of his nipples, drawing out more sounds from him.  “While I may be spoiling you, dear, I also mean to make you better in more ways than one so…” She takes her hand off of him. “Try to last as long as you can…otherwise, it’s gonna be a long night for you.” Riley warns before she strikes him with the belt again, this time catching his other nipple.

“Go-God, baby, fuck!” Cody tugs on the cuff as his back arches from the intense pain. “Fuck! I’m trying but you-oh fuck, you’re so fucking-. Ah-! Ha-!” She strikes him again for the eighth time. “Shit…Riley…Mami, I think I’m gonna-. I’m gonna-.” 

Riley looks down at him with a raised eyebrow. “Really? You’re gonna cum in your pants from a few hits to the chest like a horny teenager?” She laughed. “Oh, how the mighty fall. How do you survive taking chops to the chests then?” 

“It’s…one thing…to get chopped in the chest…by a grown ass man…and another..to get whipped by a smoking hot grown ass woman…with an italian leather belt.” He then swallows the excess saliva in his mouth before he continues. “One’s a job…the other’s a privilege.” Riley laughs before she delivers the ninth hit. “Mercy, Mami, Mercy. Ple-please!” His plea makes her shush him. 

“You have one more, baby. You’ve survived this long, mon âme. One more won’t kill you.”  Riley’s sweetened threat made him whine in anticipation. 

“No but you will.” His response sparks another laugh from her again. 

“I wouldn’t dare. After all…” She leans down to whisper in his ear. “There’s not a man on this earth that is as half as good at dicking me down as you, Mr. Rhodes.”  

“S-Shit…” Cody whimpers as she reaches down to squeeze his dick. “Mami…Mami, I’m gonna-gonna-!” Cody tries to warn her before she comes down with the belt from the tenth and final strike hard. He pulls against the cuffs, moaning as he cums in his pants. “Oh fuckfuckfuck! Mami…!” He continued to whimper as she continued to shake from his orgasm. There’s a sudden crack Riley hears coming from the headboard. 

“Oh, my. Looks like someone wants to break free, no Queen.” She laughs as she moves back up the bed, straddling Cody’s hips once more to check on the cuffs. She sees one of the links of the cuffs separate but not entirely break off. She also sees there’s a crack in the wood of the headboard when she attached the cuffs. She also checks his wrists to see that they’re a bit rubbed raw and red against the leather cuffs.She looks down at him to check him, seeing him catching his breath as he comes back down to earth. She lifts the blindfold off of his eyes to take a good look at him. “Hey…” She whispered softly to him, taking hold of the cuffs to get his attention. When he looked up, she could see the haziness in his eyes.  “Do you want your freedom, my love? You have earned it.” Cody just nods numbly. She reaches up to undo the cuffs, rubbing his wrists a little before she reaches around his head to fully take off the blindfold. Cody shuts his eyes to let them adjust before he locks eyes with hers. “Hi, my pretty… You were such a good boy. I think you deserve a reward now, right?” He then shakes his head which makes Riley’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline in surprise. “No? Why not?” 

“Because I-. I c-ame without permission, Mami.” Cody said hoarsely. “I don’t-deserve it.” Riley tilts his head up, clicking her tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She shakes her head. “Oh, darlin’...Always so hard on yourself.” She leans closer to him. “Did I say that you couldn’t cum?” 

“No…” 

“No, I didn't. I said try to hold out as long as you can and you did. You didn’t break until I gave you the final hit with the belt so…” She kisses him on the forehead. “That means you listened and followed instructions which gets you a reward. Now, sit on the edge of the bed and accept your reward like a good boy.” Riley backs off for him to give him room to do as she instructed him. Riley gives him a mischievous chuckle before she slides down his body, now eye level with the bulge in the pants. 

“Now, then…” She gets onto her knees between his legs. “Time for me to get my reward.” She said as she slowly unbuttons and unzips his pants. He raises his hip to help her lower them a bit to free his dick from its prison. His dick smacks her in the face still hard, sparking a moan from her. “Fuck...” She sees his abs contract as he shudders a moan when she turns slightly to give his cock a few light kisses along his shaft. “I love this dick so fucking much.” Cody gives her a groan in pleasure when she licks his cum clean off his cock. She moans again where she feels it twitch against her lips. She licked all the way up his shaft from base to tip, drawing more moans out of him. “Mami…Can I…?” 

“Angel wants to pull Mami’s hair while she sucks him dry?” She taunts him before she takes his tip into her mouth. Cody throws his head back as Riley uses her tongue around the head of his cock. 

“Yes, Mami…Please, Mami.” Cody muttered as he balls his fists into the sheets the more Riley’s mouth sank down his cock slowly. She chuckled and looked up at him when she took one of his hands to put it in her hair. Cody looks down to see what Riley was doing only to have his eyes roll in the back of his head as Riley slowly deepthroats him as she does. “Goddamnthattongueisdangerous.” The hand Cody had in her hair grips the back of her head to guide her head up and down with her pace. Riley takes her free hand to play and toy with his balls. “Shit…” He throws his head again as she takes his dick out of her mouth to suck on his balls. “Goddamn…I think I’m gonna cum again.” He moaned as he tried to find his resolve to not bust too quickly. 

She gives his balls a firm suck before she lets them go to speak. “Much as I love for you to just nut in my mouth,” She sighs as she adjusted her position on the bed to nestle his cock in between her breasts.“I’ll let you decide. Do you wanna cum in my mouth…” She squeezed her breasts together to massage his dick. “Or on my tits?” Riley asks before she tongues and sucks on the head of his dick while continuing to stroke his cock with her breasts. 

“Oh, shit..” Cody groans into a gasp as he feels himself get closer. He looks down at her faux innocent look. “I’d rather cum in your pussy, Mami.” She looks up back at him with a raised eyebrow which makes him plead. “Can I please, Mami?” Riley’s firm look turns into a look of mischief before she speeds up her tempo, making him cry out. As quickly as she sped up, she stopped to stand on her feet. She places her hands on his knees. 

“I guess you can but you’re gonna have to do the work if you really want it-.” Riley suddenly shrieked as Cody grabs her by the waist and throws her onto the bed, immediately kissing all over her face. “Baby!” She giggled at the eager affection Cody was giving her as he crawled on top of her. “Baby, please!” 

“Mmm, sorry, doll but I’ve been waiting to just…fuck the shit outta you since we’ve arrived.” He whispered in her ear before kissing and sucking hickeys on her neck. “All day. All goddamn day, you’ve been teasing me. From the shopping trip, wearing those tight shorts that makes that plump ass of yours bounce everytime you walk,” His kisses moved down to her chest as he popped her on the ass, earning him a yelp of surprise. “That fucking dress you wore to dinner.” He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sparking a sharp gasp from Riley when he bites down. “ God, your tits...Tits were just…sitting pretty in that dress.” She continued to moan as he toys with the other nipple before he kisses down her stomach. ‘Your stomach and those rolls I love so much. Even though you hate when I show them love, I love that chub of yours, baby. But there’s something I love more than all that I just mentioned.” Cody sits up to pull her closer and throws her legs over his shoulders. Riley sits up on her forearms to watch as he kisses up her calf to her thigh, this time leaving love bites on them. “I absolutely love this pussy.” He muttered as he pushed her legs back to get a good look at her pussy, spreading her lips open to look at how wet she was. “So wet. You must really want me, don’t you?” She nodded, hiding her face with one hand. Cody tsked as he reached up to pull her hand away. “Uh-uh, Mami. Tell me. Do. You. Want. Me?” He enunciated. She nods eagerly, sitting up a little further to look him in the eyes.

“I want you…I always want you.” Her response earns her a sexy chuckle from Cody.

“Good girl. Now, hold your knees for me, doll.” He commanded as he pushed her knees to her for her to grab. “It’s gonna be a long night for you if you don’t behave while I indulge in my favorite treat, all right?” 

“Yes, sir.” Riley meekly answers as she does what she is told. Cody rolls his eyes in his head as he growls at the name.

“Goddamn, you obedient little thing…” He muttered before he leaned down to her pussy to lick from her hole to her clit in a long slow lick. 

“Ahn!” She moaned as she felt her eyes cross a bit when Cody flicks his tongue against her clit. “Oh, shit…” Cody growls into her when he feels her get wetter and drips more of her juice into his mouth. He slaps her thigh hard as he sucks on her clit. “Ah! Fuck…” Cody releases her clit to gently rub it the way he knows that will drive her crazy. Riley’s grip on her knees gets tighter when he does. “Oh, god…Too much! How-How are you so good at that?.” 

“Well, gorgeous.” He hits her with that blinding smile of his before he slips two fingers into her. The action makes her legs twitch with a hungry moan. “When you’re dating a very buxom, short, brazen woman who has spent her entire life, mouthing off to anything that displeases her…” He then curls his fingers up to caress her spot that made her sob with agonizing delight. “You learn how to not be on the receiving end of that brutality.” He sucks in a breath as he feels his fingers get more saturated with her essence. “Ooh, that’s the spot, ain’t it? That’s where you want me to touch, right?” He begins to scissor her with his fingertips assaulting her spot more, coupled with him going back to suck on her clit. Riley, in her ravenous want for more, lets go of her knees to grab the back of his head and pull his hair. He growled into her pussy at the pain and pulled away entirely to take hold of her hands in his free one, standing up. “Bad girl.” He began to scissor her faster, making her tremble in pleasure. “Did I say, you can let go of your legs, gorgeous?” Riley shakes her head which made him stop moving his fingers. “And now, you don’t want to answer Papi properly. Words, love or as you like to say, ‘Des mots, de l'amour’. I can't hear you.” 

“Nnnhmm, no..no, Papi. Y-you didn't…” Riley mewled. “I’m sorry, Papi.”

“No. I didn’t. So tell me why…” Cody said as she picked up his pace again, making her tug at his grip of her hands with a whine. “I should let you come after disobeying you.” 

“Nhn! Be-Beca-use if you don’t…You-Ohh! You wouldn’t be able to…fuck me properly.” She cracked her eyes open a little bit. “Plus, seeing me cum my brains would just make you harder than you already are.” He chuckles at her reasoning before he leans over her to kiss her. Riley kept squirming on the bed as she felt herself get closer and closer to the edge. She tried to break his grip to push him back but that didn’t work. She tried to break the kiss but she could barely get any words out as Cody just kept coming back for more kisses. After a few moments, he lets up on the kisses when he feels her squeeze his fingers tighter than before. “Nmh! Cody! Please! I’m gonna cum-Ahnn!” She shrieks as she squirts all over his fingers and even a little on the floor. Cody stands up straight and takes his fingers out of her. He chuckles as he looks at his hand.

“Tsk. You’re squirted all over me and the floor.” He licks his fingers as his dick twitches, getting harder at her smell and taste. “Making my dick so hard it hurts, you brat.” He moves to pick her up to move her further up the bed, kneels on the bed over her and folds her in half. “Things are gonna get rough, doll. You don’t mind, do you?” Riley keens as she feels Cody’s dick prod at her entrance. “Shit, you’re so soaked, just like I love it.” He then puts her legs back over his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting these past few months to have you.” He then slips the tip in when he takes hold of her hands on either side of her head to get leverage. “I don’t think I can be gentle.” His dick then just plunges into her pussy, causing her to arch her back in delightful agony. He feels her get impossibly tight around him and wetter. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disapproval. “You fucking brat. Nnh…you came again.” He started to rock his hips to drive his dick in a slow pace to prolong her orgasm. Riley then drops back to the bed, hands gripping Cody’s hands harder at the pleasure.

“Nhaa! Ha! I-I can’t…! C-Cody! Oh!” She gripe with insatiable ecstasy. 

“You can’t take any more?” He asked her to which she nodded. “Oh but darling…I think you need more.” He shifted his weight to his hands to start rocking his hip faster to pound into her with gluttonous thirst. The change of pace makes her struggle for breath and her toes curl. 

“Ahh! Oh, fuck…Ohhh, fuck me…nnahmm…” Riley thrashed in debauched bliss as she feels her eyes cross, the view of Cody above her getting more and more out of focus. Cody lets go of one of her hands to wrap it around her neck. He smirked when he saw her stick out her tongue with panting breaths. 

“Holy shit…you’re so fucking pretty like this. So fucked out of your mind, that you can’t focus on anything but how my hand feels around your neck…” He squeezes her neck a bit harder which causes her to tighten up more around his dick. “Or how my cock feels, digging out that tight little hole of yours. Fuck…I could just…fuck you full until that pussy couldn’t take anymore. Until every time I fill you up with another load, it would just push the ones before it until there’s a fucking puddle underneath you and yet…even if you would be that fucking stuffed, you’d still ask me for another, wouldn’t you?” He taunts her but Riley just nods, too fucked out to really process what he’s actually saying. He laughs as he leans closer to kiss her. He lets go of her neck when he pulls away. “Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum all over Papi’s dick again so Papi can fill you up like he knows you like.” He reaches down to thumb her clit which makes her close her eyes tightly. “C’mon, babygirl. Make me proud and cum. Cum and lost the last of your fucking mind. Make a mess of these sheets baby. C’mon…C’mon…” He encourages her before her back arches again and she cums on his cock again, her pussy juices squirting all over the sheets as Cody keeps thrusting through her orgasm to chase his own. He leans down to get close to her ear. “Yesyesyes, fuck! Good girl! Good fucking girl. Take it. Take my fucking load, baby. Fuck, lemme fucking fill you up. Fuck…Fuck! Take it, Mami! Take it!” He growled into her ear as he finally came deep inside her, hips slowing down to feel her pussy pulse around him. “Shit! Oh, shit, baby! Fuck…” He groaned as he moved her legs from his shoulders to fall on the bed beside her. Once he gets on his back, he pulls her close to cuddle her. “C’mere, doll.” He kissed her on the temple to calm down her trembling body. “Hey, doll. You’re still with me, right?”

“Mhmm…” She hummed in confirmation. “We…really shouldn’t go months…without doing that…again.” She cuddled closer to him.

“Agreed…” Cody squeezed her tighter to him. “Last thing we need is you incapacitated from me dicking you down.” They both chuckled. He kissed her temple again and stood up. “All right, up you go.” He turns around to pick her up off the bed to carry her to the bathroom. “Someone made a mess and now we gotta clean it up.” 

“You’re sure that’s all we doing?” She teased him.

“Don’t start, woman. You already can’t feel your legs.” 

~///~

10 Months later… February 2024, Wrestlemania 40 Kickoff

“...Because I have made a legendary career out of knocking golden girls off their top spot…so Mami is gonna learn how to be a bottom.” Becky Lynch taunts the current champion, Rhea Ripley who steps closer to her. “Because that’s what happens when The Man comes around.” The two engage in a staredown as Becky’s theme plays in the background before it’s cut off by someone attacking Becky in the back with a steel chair, pushing her into Rhea to knock them both down. Becky crumbs to the floor as the unknown attacker hits her with the chair again. Once Becky is down, the attacker props the chair around her knee before she focuses her attention on Rhea. The attacker props Rhea onto their to deliver a fireman’s carry spinebuster onto the chair that Becky’s knee was in, causing both of them to scream in agony. The attacker then gets a mic and kneels down to Becky before they pull off the mask, revealing the face of Riley. Riley smirks at Becky’s look of surprise. She then puts the mic to her lips. 

“You know, Becky, I know you said that you’ve made a career out of knocking golden girls off their top spot…” She looks back to the knee Becky was grabbing at. “But I’ve made a career outta rewriting legends, no matter the gender, no matter the company because I know just how boring Life can get when it’s predetermined.” Riley then stands to her feet to look at the hard camera. “And at Elimination Chamber, I plan on rewriting the legend again because no matter who’s the champion. It doesn't matter who’s in the chamber. I’m walking into the chamber. I’m gonna win the chamber and at Mania, I’m gonna take the title off of whichever one of you two unlucky bitches has it by the time we meet.” She stops for a moment to take in the cheers and jeers from the crowd. “But I won’t just stop there because everyone’s got a story to finish but I’m the only one with the pen and paper…because I’m the American Gangsta and to mess with me is to mess with the best.” She drops the mic as she leaves the arena through the crowd. Meanwhile, Backstage, Cody just chuckles at the antics of his girlfriend. 

“She always did know how to make a statement.” 

[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVE ENTRY #3: ATLAS

“Even if I can’t save everyone, I have to try.” - Atlas, FAC Special Agent

◆ Name: Atlas ◆ Title: Purgatorial Pathstrider ◆ Alignment: [UNKNOWN] ◆ Tendency: Catalyst

Atlas is a fanmade character in Path to Nowhere. A Sinner currently employed by the FAC and known as ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ due to her unique Sinner ability. Her code name within the FAC is VANGUARD.

◆ Info -> Birthday: January 14th -> Height: 179cm -> Damage Type: Physical -> Birthplace: Syndicate

◆ Appearance Atlas is a tall, lean woman with pale hair and eyes. She has an almost sickly complexion, which stems from her Sinner ability. She wears a pair of black ring earrings and a black leather choker. Her appearance is always tidy and neat due to strict FAC regulations. Atlas has many scars, though the majority of them are hidden beneath her clothing and combat suit most of the time.

On missions, Atlas wears a special-issue FAC combat suit made of special plated panels that are both lightweight and highly protective. The suit also comes with an outer jacket layer that is heatproof and provides extra armoring, without adding extra weight. She also wears a respirator mask. At formal events, Atlas can be found sporting the typical FAC officer uniform, although her right side is noticeably decorated with various medals. Off duty, Atlas can typically be found wearing loose t-shirts and sweatpants 24/7, and her hair is notably messier. She also wears thick glasses instead of contact lenses.

◆ Mutation Assessment The subject has the unique ability to nullify Mania and all related events within a 20m range of herself. However, this ability comes at the cost of Atlas's lifespan and health. A unique side-effect of the subject using her ability is that her veins start to glow bright blue, similar to the color of Hypercubes. -> Preliminary testing from Paradeisos laboratories have noted that Hypercubes can be precipitated from the subject's blood. These hypercubes have a 99.9% purity and have a very long half-life compared to regular Hypercubes, although the cost to make a single 15g crystal is about a liter of the subject's blood, hence efforts on mass-producing Hypercubes from the subject have been halted.

According to the subject, her Sinner ability awakened early on in her childhood. A corruptor had awakened in the orphanage the subject once lived in, and in an effort to protect her fellow orphans and the caretakers present, the subject awakened her Sinner ability, immobilizing the corruptor until FAC units arrived on the scene. By then, the subject had gained a streak of white in her formerly dark hair, and her eyes had gotten lighter.

The subject has a remarkably low corruption state, although her general health and well being tends to fluctuate. The subject must take long break periods between missions now to avoid serious health complications.

◆ Criminal Record The subject does not have a criminal record, but was transferred to the MBCC to be temporarily placed under the care of the MBCC Chief due to complications related to her Sinner ability. The subject was initially to be given a staff room, but due to her status as a Sinner, insisted on taking a cell for the sake of 'fairness'.

◆ FAC Service Reports [equivalent to Serving Term] -> Report 001: VANGUARD performed exceptionally well on her first expedition mission, despite her young age. All squad members report high affability and willingness to cooperate from VANGUARD. All squad members survived the expedition, and no injuries were sustained.

-> Report 007: VANGUARD carried out a successful rescue and retrieval mission into BR-001. No casualties or injuries were sustained, and all personnel are currently receiving medical care. VANGUARD does not report adverse effects, although medical staff note that the percentage of white in her hair has increased.

-> Report 016: VANGUARD has been temporarily placed in squad G-47 for further training. Reports from Captain Varna Yano indicate that VANGUARD is acclimatizing well to the squad, and displays positive interactions with one of the squad members, Rahu. VANGUARD will remain with squad G-47 for another term before being transferred.

-> Report 024: It has been 96 system hours since VANGUARD has gone rogue in light of the Eclipse Operation, escaping the FAC facility and heading to DisSea on her own. In these 96 hours VANGUARD has successfully recovered the bodies of over a hundred personnel, although she has only managed to rescue one soldier alive, that being a member of squad G-47. Currently, VANGUARD's location remains unknown and cannot be tracked due to disturbances caused by the DisSea.

-> Report 025: VANGUARD has been recovered by FAC officers and is receiving emergency medical treatment. Exactly how VANGUARD was able to remain conscious for nearly four days remains unknown. Medical staff note that VANGUARD's hair is now 50% white.

◆ Voicelines

Obtain the Sinner...

Atlas, codename VANGUARD, reporting for duty.

Level Start...

Please remain close.

Win Battles...

A warranted victory.

Lose Battles.

Run! I will be right behind you.

Special Conversation 1...

Is it strange, to feel like you can understand me, Chief? Perhaps even selfish? But you know, don't you, the weight of being the only one who can do what you can? ...my apologies, I'm just lost in thought. Please, excuse me.

Developer Notes:

Another PTN babygirl to the roster !! Atlas is so, so soggy and my favorite tragic hero chewtoy. I came up with the idea of her while playing Skyrim (lol) and thinking about the implications of being the Dragonborn, or more generally, the Chosen One. What's it like, to have a destiny that isn't your own? A future already written for you? One that by nature you won't turn away from, yet you know you cannot escape anyway?

Atlas's name is, obviously, from the Greek myth of Atlas, the being who carries the weight of the sky on his shoulders. Which is fitting for this Atlas, because she too carries a heavy weight on her shoulders--that being 'humanity's strongest soldier'. Can you tell I was also thinking of a certain captain?

Still thinking of who to make as Atlas's LI, but I'm honestly leaning towards Rahu a little... she features in Atlas's lore, and I think their dynamic has the possibility to be SO yummy like... how do you love someone who can never be yours? A hero always belongs to the world first, and to their lover second, after all. And the reunion between Rahu and Atlas... Rahu would go a little crazy seeing the difference in Atlas's appearance, knowing what she knows about Atlas's Sinner ability and its cost.

Anyway, Picrew my beloved below !! This is the most recent picture of Atlas that's on her FAC ID card.

As for Atlas's combat suit, it's very similar to Gen Narumi's combat suit from Kaiju No. 8 !! I chose it for the mask and ALSO because it's drippy as hell LMAO i mean look at it:

[cervinelich]

Call Your Representatives.

Later this month, Congress is inviting Benjamin Netanyahu to address a joint session of Congress.

Here's what you should do:

Use this website to punch in your zip code and find your representative.

Once you hit enter, on the left hand side your representatives will be shown.

Click on the link with their name, this will take you to their personal page so you can find their contact info. It is almost ALWAYS at the bottom of the page as their Office Phone Number.

Script for a Democratic Representative:

Hi, I want to leave a message for (Representative Name Here).

My name is (insert your name), and I am calling to ask you as your constituent to reject and protest the upcoming congressional address of Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu on July 24.

I urge you to take a stand for human rights. The Palestinian people have a right to live and thrive. Over eight months into this genocide, the continued inaction from Congress amounts to more than complicity.

I call on you as my elected representative to protest Netanyahu's speech in every possible way to make your opposition widely known.

Please also immediately issue a public statement to demand Netanyahu's invitation be revoked and to demand a halt in all U.S. weapons and military funding to Israel. The fastest, most effective way to stop this genocide is to exert serious pressure on Israel by cutting off U.S. weapons. As Israel kills another Palestinian person every four minutes, this is an extremely critical moment to stand up for human rights and justice.

You were elected as a voice of the American people, and as an American I do not want to be complicit in the continued genocide of Palestinians. Please, I am urging you as my representative to stand up for our collective values.

Thank you for your time.

Script for a Republican Representative:

Hi, I want to leave a message for (Representative Name Here).

My name is (insert your name), and I am calling to ask you as your constituent to reject and protest the upcoming congressional address of Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu on July 24.

Over more than eight months it has become clear that Netanyahu's goal is to use American funded armies to completely eliminate the Gazan people for his own personal interest with no regard for the hostages he says he wants to protect. He must be held accountable for the genocide of the Gazan civilians and the flagrant disregard for the lives of the Israeli hostages.

I call on you as my elected representative to protest Netanyahu's speech in every possible way to make your opposition widely known.

Please also immediately issue a public statement to demand Netanyahu's invitation be revoked, as Israel kills another Gazan person every four minutes with my tax dollars. With the current crises on American soil such as lack of affordable housing, lack of affordable medical care, and rising cost of living I ask that you demand a halt in all U.S. weapons and military funding to Israel.

You were elected as a voice of the American people, and as an American I do not want to be complicit in the continued genocide in Gaza. Please, I am urging you as my representative to stand up for our collective values.

Thank you for your time.

CALL MULTIPLE TIMES. Set an alarm on your phone at least 1 time per day "4PM, Call Rep". Overload their phones. I know that we all have a lot of phone anxiety, but the call will be quicker than you think and make a significant impact.

Hell, even try switching up these scripts between Republicans and Democrats.

I know also that if they are hearing the same thing over and over they might just tune it out, so I urge if anyone else has some good scripts to add them to this post!

[transingthoseformers]

I feel like Megatron being the only bot able to sire might be quirk of his original frame type in Prime.

As far as we know he's the industrial frame on the Nemisis.

Maybe in times of scarcity or high population density all Cybertronians automatically shut of their reproductive protocols as population control. Maybe there's an off chance a skilled specialist medic could bypass but it's <5% umder optimal conditions and dreadfuly expensive. (Sorry Ratch not your feild.)

Maybe it was more cost effective for the Quints release a virus to deactivate the sire protocols when they started their fuckery. Kinda like gelding a horse makes it more tractable. Cybertron was forced to spit out mechs at an unsustainable rate so the Quintessions still had suply. Buyers can't breed their own slaves so it ups their profits.

But Mineing frames do a lot of heavy dangerous work. Maybe they had a quirk when responding to low population and ample suplies that if their carrier program or sire protocols or bits are damaged the other goes into goes into overdrive/turns itself on if it was off.

Say Megatron took a nasty hit that dented in part of his gestation tank. And the old bit of code bypassed the off switch and turned on his dormant Sire code... which sent out em signals that are sending the Nemesis into Heat.

Even if it's not a true heat Megatron's still putting out pheromone equivalents. Which is making Mechs around him confused and hornier than usual. They're looking Megatron's wrath and thinking "Mark me down as scared and horny!" Instead of the usual terror.

Okay now that's just gotta create funny problems because I imagine Megatron too is confused on why everyone is acting slightly differently

Like damn

[llatimeria]

if i knew how to code I'd make chronic illness simulator mod for stardew valley. my intended features:

max stamina is slightly randomized every day, with a downwards trend on average

your unspecified disorder progresses over time, making you able to do less and less every day until you're nearly bedridden. the only things that seem to make it better are literal magic, like stardrops

more actions now take stamina, including walking, talking to people, most cutscenes and heart events, petting animals, basically everything you need to do in this game

horseback riding takes less stamina but still decreases it. the only form of transit that doesn't eat stamina are warp totems, the desert bus, and the minecarts

you randomly take damage while using your tools, or just for no clear reason sometimes

you can get mobility aids eventually, but they cost a ton and some (like canes and rollators) take up a slot in your inventory while others (like wheelchairs) behave the same as horses. you also can't do things like mining while you're in a wheelchair, at least not without a lot of inconvenience

you can restore stamina or even increase your max stamina with cooked meals, but the act of cooking now costs stamina in and of itself, sometimes more stamina than the final dish restores anyway. also, your house doesn't start with a kitchen, severely limiting the amount you can cook in the early game anyway, and with the limited amount of things you can do it's going to take a long time to accumulate the resources for an upgrade

produce also goes bad now, so you can't just stockpile a zillion cave carrots and peppers or whatever. you can stock up on things like joja cola though, which never go bad (because you drink the entire can at once as soon as you open it) but if you don't eat actual food your stamina decreases faster

you have to see Harvey at least once a season, which wipes out your entire stamina bar for that day and you have to pay him a steep fee for your medications. he's never able to diagnose your condition but sometimes he tells you to lose weight and sometimes he tells you to stop overworking yourself, seemingly at random

fuck it, you have to remember to take your meds on your own too. if you forget a dose then you have half stamina the next day. if you forget too many doses in a row you pass out upon waking up and have to see Harvey, which has the same effect as the monthly doctors visits

you never die, but if you play for enough years, eventually your stamina won't allow for anything more than getting out of bed or else you'll pass out and skip to the next day, effectively softlocking your playthrough forever

[killed-by-choice]

Carolina Gutierrez, 21 (USA 1996)

When Carolina was only 13 years old, she came to America from Nicaragua as a refugee. She didn’t know that permissive American abortion laws would lead to her early death.

When Carolina was 20, she was happily married with two children, a boy and a girl. She became pregnant again in 1995. At first, both Carolina and her husband José were excited and even bought clothes for the baby. But Carolina started to worry about money and had second thoughts. José didn’t want his child to be killed and tried to reassure Carolina that she didn’t have to have an abortion, but his efforts were in vain. Carolina got a friend to drive her to an abortion facility on December 19, 1995. She paid $225 in cash for the abortion that took her child, her legs and her life.

The night after the abortion, Carolina was in terrible pain. She called the abortion facility for help, but they hung up on her. Over the next two days, Carolina left messages on the abortion facility’s answering machine, but nobody returned her calls or helped with her rapidly worsening condition. On December 21, Carolina’s family called 911 because she could barely breathe at all. By the time she was rushed into the emergency room, she was already in septic shock.

Carolina had a torn uterus that was so infected that the infection spread across her entire body over the past few days. She had to have an emergency hysterectomy and was placed in the ICU. She was suffering from both sepsis and gangrene. Her husband spent as much time as he could by her side, comforting her. He was grieving from the loss of his child and terrified of losing his beloved wife too. He couldn’t sleep because he was so worried about Carolina.

Despite the best attempts of the doctors who ran the ICU, Carolina’s fingers and toes turned black from gangrene. She had to have her limbs amputated in an attempt to control the lethal infection.

Carolina’s 21st birthday came and went while she was dying a slow and excruciating death in the ICU. Doctors were unable to save her and she finally died from her “safe and legal” abortion on February 5, 1996. She was survived by her heartbroken husband and her surviving children.

Carolina’s husband José with his surviving children. (Alba and Darwin)

"I have lost the love of my life," Jose said in a press conference. "I'm heartbroken. They have taken my happiness away."

Carolina’s death was easily preventable. The Miami Herald confirmed that abortion facility regulations were in effect in 1980— but those critical regulations were later thrown out as being “too restrictive” and a much more lax code was passed in 1988. According to the Miami Herald, at the time of Carolina’s death “Annual inspections for Florida’s 65 licensed clinics [consisted] of six questions — all answered from paperwork, not examination of medical equipment or operating practices or staff training.” In other words, nobody had even inspected the facility that sent an internally injured client home to die of sepsis and gangrene.

Pro-abortion groups are the ones that loudly oppose any regulations (even basic standards of care) and are instrumental in their defeat and repeal. They want more abortion, no matter the cost to women’s lives and health.

After Carolina’s excruciatingly lethal abortion, the facility was finally inspected. While investigating the facility, officials discovered that although Carolina could not read English, her only consent form was in English — and the line for her signature was blank.

A local pro-life group called Dade County Right to Life raised the money to cover Carolina’s funeral expenses and helped Jose to care for Alva and Darwin. Had Carolina been aware of the resources offered by pro-life groups such as this one, it is unlikely that she would be dead.

Carolina at her funeral

[trodelvy]

Trodelvy for Breast Cancer

Trodelvy, also known as sacituzumab govitecan-hziy, is available in 180 mg and 200 mg dosages. Because of freeze-drying, this drug is delivered in single-dose vials that range in color from off-white to yellowish. Each vial is individually wrapped in a carton. One 180 mg vial with the packing code NDC 55135-132-01 is included. These vials must be stored in their original containers and chilled between 2 and 8 degrees Celsius. The drug shouldn't ever be frozen. Trodelvy needs to be handled and disposed of carefully because it can be harmful. Trodelvy therapy can also result in a variety of side effects, such as anemia, fatigue, baldness, decreased appetite, coughing, nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea.

Trodelvy is an essential component of triple-negative breast cancer (mTNBC) treatment for metastatic disease. Sacituzumab govitecan is the active ingredient that gives trodelvy its medicinal effects. The monoclonal antibody and the particular protein that make up this drug are essential components. Patients who have received at least two prior therapies for metastatic illness are the main beneficiaries of this treatment. When it is not possible to remove the malignant tissue surgically, trodelvy is used.Remember that only authorized medical experts are permitted to prescribe Trodelvy. To buy trodelvy in India and provide access to a larger population, contact Indian Pharma Network.

Trodelvy dosages are based on the patient's body weight and must be administered in compliance with FDA-approved cycles. Every repeating 21-day cycle, an intravenous dose of 10 mg/kg is administered twice a day, on the first and eighth day. Since sacituzumab govitecan-hziy is a lyophilized powder, dosage must be precisely determined by the patient's weight. The vial is combined with 20 mL of 0.9% sodium chloride injection, USP, to achieve a concentration of 10 mg/mL.Indian Pharma Network provides a fairly costly Trodelvy 180mg, which is easily accessible on the market.

A 5-HT3 receptor antagonist or an NK1 receptor antagonist is prescribed as a premedication in addition to dexamethasone as part of the therapy protocol. This premedication strategy reduces the likelihood of nausea and vomiting from chemotherapy and infusion responses. Trodelvy's special combination of an anti-Trop-2 antibody and a topoisomerase inhibitor accounts for its low cost in India. Corticosteroids should be administered to people whose prior infusions did not go well.Contact Indian Pharma Network a certified distributor of this medication, for more details on the rodelvy cost.

Patients with advanced triple-negative breast cancer who have received at least two prior therapy have hope with trodelvy. Its interaction with SN-38, a tiny molecule essential to its method of action, is what makes it effective. Trodelvy's monoclonal antibody's capacity to bind to the Trop-2 protein found on a variety of breast cancer cells contributes to the drug's efficacy. Trodelvy's affordability, which is made possible by Indian Pharma Network, is an added benefit. For those who are interested in learning more about the Trodelvy price. More than one in five patients with metastatic triple-negative breast cancer who are receiving medication may also have baldness, decreased appetite, coughing, stomach discomfort, and tiredness in addition to anemia.

[autonom-us-project]

Abortion Rights in North Carolina

In June 2022, the United States Supreme Court overturned the ruling of the landmark 1973 case Roe v. Wade, which had previously provided federal protections of the right to abortion.

With the responsibility of protecting the right to reproductive freedom left to the states, it can be difficult to keep track of all the constantly changing laws and regulations. To help, we’ve gathered the most important information on your state’s current laws, restrictions, and related details. Below is what you need to know about North Carolina’s current abortion legislation.

*Please note, information on this website should not be used as legal advice or as a basis for medical decisions. Consult an attorney and/or a physician for your particular case.

Where does the law currently stand on abortion in the state of North Carolina?

Abortion is currently legal but restricted in the state of North Carolina.

When did North Carolina’s current abortion legislation go into effect?

Following the overturning of Roe v Wade (1973) in 2022, the state of North Carolina enacted a 12-week abortion ban, which took effect in July of 2023. In addition to this, the state has several medically unnecessary, burdensome restrictions to abortion access in place. 

For more information on your state’s abortion legislation, see our breakdowns of various abortion bans, restrictions, and protections in the U.S.

Are there any legal restrictions to abortion access in the state of North Carolina?

Currently, abortion is banned past 12 weeks in the state of North Carolina. Past this point, there are exceptions only in the following cases:

Rape or Incest: In which the individual is a victim of rape, incest, or human trafficking, they may receive a legal abortion before 20 weeks.

Medical Necessity: If necessary to save a pregnant individual’s life or prevent serious risk of substantial and irreversible physical damage, an abortion may be performed at any point.

Non-Viability: If the pregnancy is non-viable, or the unborn fetus would not survive outside of the womb, due to a fatal fetal abnormality, abortion is allowed before 24 weeks. 

In these cases, an abortion does not violate North Carolina law, but still must be carried out in strict accordance with the law. Otherwise, a legal abortion must occur before 12 weeks.

The specifics can be read in North Carolina Legal Code SB 20

What are the penalties regarding abortion in the state of North Carolina?

Currently, there are no criminal or civil penalties for a pregnant individual receiving or attempting to receive an abortion in the state of North Carolina.

Those who provide abortion services in violation of North Carolina law face a fine of up to $5,000, and the possible loss of their healthcare license. 

The specifics can be read in North Carolina Legal Code SB 20

I am pregnant in the state of North Carolina and wish to terminate my pregnancy. What now?

If you believe your pregnancy meets the requirements for a legal abortion in your state, (see the above on exceptions), schedule an appointment with a trusted physician as soon as possible. If not, you will need to arrange an appointment at a clinic providing abortion services out of state. Make sure the state you choose allows abortions at the gestational age your pregnancy will reach by the appointment date.

If you need financial assistance to do this, there are existing funds to help cover both the procedure and travel costs. 

Abortion funds can assist with the medical cost of the abortion itself. Practical Support Organizations, (PSOs), can assist with other costs incurred seeking an out-of-state abortion such as travel, lodging, childcare, provider referrals, emotional support, and judicial bypass for minors, among other needs. Here are a few resources available to those seeking support in North Carolina:

Carolina Abortion Fund [Fund & PSO] – Provides support for those seeking an abortion from North Carolina. Offers financial aid for abortion, transit, emotional support, childcare assistance, abortion doula services, emergency contraception (the morning-after pill). Provides Spanish language support. See their website for more information. 

Mountain Area Abortion Doula Collective [PSO] – Provides support for those seeking an abortion from North Carolina. Offers aid in the form of provider referrals, emotional support, language services, and abortion doula services. Provides Spanish language support. See their website for more information. 

National Abortion Hotline [Fund & PSO] – Provides support for those seeking an abortion Nationwide. Offers financial aid for abortion, transit, and provider referrals. Provides Spanish language support. See their website for more information. 

Women’s Reproductive Rights Assistance Project [Fund] – Provides funding for those seeking an abortion Nationwide. Offers financial aid for abortion and emergency contraception (the morning-after pill). See their website for more information. 

Abortion Freedom Fund [Fund] – Provides funding for those seeking an abortion Nationwide. Offers financial aid for abortion. See their website for more information. 

Indigenous Women Rising [Fund] – Provides funding for Indigenous individuals Nationwide seeking an abortion. Offers financial aid for abortion. See their website for more information. 

Reprocare [PSO] – Provides support for those seeking an abortion Nationwide. Offers aid in the form of provider referrals, emotional support, language services, and abortion doula services. Provides Spanish language support. See their website for more information. 

The Brigid Alliance [PSO] – Provides support for those seeking an abortion Nationwide. Offers aid in the form of provider referrals, emotional support, language services, and abortion doula services. Provides Spanish language support. See their website for more information. 

Regardless of the legislation your state currently has in place, remember that safe and legal options are always available. The most important tool you can arm yourself with in these difficult times is knowledge, so stay informed about changes in legislation and policy where you live, and know that there are always resources available to help you through this ♥️

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goals 2024

so it's around about the time of year where i make resolutions, and fortunately my schedule will start clearing up around may. perfect time to fill up my schedule again.

compete in a pole competition didn't get to do this last year due to getting surgery about 6 weeks prior to the performance date, and was like "hmm better not push my luck on the recovery". turns out that was a great decision, i was out of action for about 3 months after a complication. i've got my song picked out and a basic idea of where i'm going with the choreo, and that's a decent amount of the work out of the way. there's also a distinct possibility that my aerial dance sport will impact negatively on my career if it ever comes to light, so i'm determined to actually accomplish something in that space before i'm forced to choose between my sport and my job. also, not to mention the elephant in the room, but i'm also approaching 35 years old and on a functional level your body does start to break down as you get older. i might not be able to do it forever, and i'd like to do something cool while i still can.

change jobs didn't just do a social work qualification to not use it. child protection is hiring anyone with a qualification and a heartbeat, to the point that they're hiring people on working holiday visas to fill the skills gap. my current workplace is getting even more toxic than usual (@gotouhitori and @tamaaya68000 have been trying to convince me for l i t e r a l l y years to change jobs, ever since that one awesome time i came home from work and tried to do the big yeet. turned into 3 weeks off work due to mental health instability, and nearly 3 years later i'm still fucking there, somehow. work's in the process of hiring a "change management consultant" not just for the hospital redevelopment but also for the electronic medical record, and "change management" and "layoffs" typically go hand in hand.

take a course in data analytics my area of professional interest is, amongst other things, how harm minimisation practices and other proactive measures save the social services system money in the long run. i already have qualifications in accounting and statistics, and i'm not likely to want to stay in client-facing positions forever. typically lobbying government etc tends to be more effective when you can present actual dollar amounts as to what inaction is costing them, and in these Troubling Economic Times, they're looking to save money wherever possible. my clinical coding quals also come in handy here; they added a 5th character to some f-block codes to track presence of methamphetamine, for fuck's sake, you'd be stupid to not do something with that data. the intersection of social issues and healthcare has been interesting to me for years, and there's definitely room to affect change in that space.

change my ~*aesthetic*~ i've basically been living in my work uniforms for the last 5 years, and i'm trying to create a better work-life balance, which starts by changing clothes. a recent discovery is that an aesthetic i really enjoy in my personal life is "cool art teacher", even if my work attire still trends as "slutty librarian", which isn't something i'm looking to change. i've also never had the chance to do anything with my hair, and it's going to look a bit like a midlife crisis, but it's part of the Process.

hit platinum in a competitive game league is the low-hanging fruit on this one, but i'm not sure whether there's a high enough population on the oceanic server to get decent competitive matchmaking integrity above mid-gold. i'd do magic arena, but there's no ranked competitive for the only format i'm interested in (historic brawl), and i'm not looking to sink like $300 into keeping up with standard.

finish some knitting projects i cast on a crop top this time last year and it's still not fucking done. i'm kinda gun-shy on the entire hobby due to suffering a bit of a trauma last year, and i tend to put down whatever i was doing at the time the trauma happened. case in point: when me eating was so intrinsically linked to someone specific and then they broke up with me, i ate barely anything for nearly 18 months.

start collecting movies, music, and tv shows on physical media i'm generally against piracy when there are other options available; i'm kinda cracking the shits with a lot of digital services at the moment due to every studio and distributor under the sun having their fucking hands out. hell no i'm not paying an additional fee to paramount plus simply to watch star trek discovery, fuck that. sure it's irritating to have to change cds, and there's still a place for streaming music in my life, but artists already see a small enough slice of the pie and smaller bands like cry club and teenage joans really rely on shit like merch and record sales to get by.

this will likely have stuff added to it as i remember, but i've spent long enough dicking around writing this rather than getting ready for my house inspection next week, so

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Doctor's Medicine || Chapter 6

Hannibal Lecter x Original Character

Word Count: ~3.5k

CW/TW: NSFW 18+, graphic, disturbing content, dissociation, canon-typical violence.

[Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5]

[ao3 version here]

Doctors prescribe all sorts of things for all sorts of ailments. Packaged with various side effects and tried-and-tested rules. The first hard rule: never mix medications. Never under any circumstance. There are no exceptions. Not even for the tired, mist-plagued, lone-drifting author who did so regardless. Well, Emma never found fitting in an easy feat, anyway. Rules were for blending in, cooperating. So was medication. Dull the mind, dull the self. Float down the stream instead of up it. 

Therapy, medication, and self-medication (work). Individually, they worked.

Combined? When desperate times called for it, what was the worst that could happen?

Whatever the result, Emma didn’t care.

Pills and water.

She wanted normal.

Swallow.

Whatever the high cost, she’d pay it.

The plastic white cap twisted close. The acrid taste still present in the back of her mouth as gravel crunched, thought-out steps approaching her side. “I see we’re medicating. After what Crawford did, I don’t blame you. Mind if I join in?” hearing no reply, the blonde-haired associate took her non-verbal response for agreement, cementing his boots to the stone. Not that she could argue or move elsewhere without being rude (it didn’t help that at this late evening, there was nowhere else to go in this secluded home than the driveway). “So, what’s your poison?” queried the usually friendly Thomas while reaching into his pocket.

“Saphris. Courtesy of the good Doctor Hannibal Lecter.” Pills rustled as the declared bottle shook before returning to Emma’s bag. “Yours?” she returned, matching his tired energy, and a flame whirred to life, lighting the chemical-filled tobacco tube placed between Thomas’ teeth.

“Marlboro nicotine. Courtesy of Gas Station Attendant Stu.” Wisps of lung-clinging smoke exited, followed up by a long effortless drag. Ash curdled at the cigarette’s end in contemplation. “Asenapine, mood stabiliser. Maybe I should get Dr. Lecter to give me some too,” he puffed, releasing the mused on comment, and Emma – realising she knew little about the man – doubted he was a patient of his. The clenched jaw, tensed hand; the tells of dislike. Clearly, if anything, they were associates. Hannibal being the coworker whose presence you tolerated because you had no other choice. He admired the work ethic, but not the man.

Side-eye. Testing waters. “Your current habit not working for you, then?”

“That’s just what smoking is, a habit. A little thing that feels a little bit good.” Unchecked displeasure rose from cracks in his voice. “You have to have many to feel anything,” he stated, like it was a revelation he had already discovered. White flecks flew about with each avid hand gesticulation. Neurosis – or plain tiredness. Hard to tell. It was the same for Emma, except she didn’t smoke (disliked it ever since Alex made her try, and it clogged her lungs akin to saltwater). She wrote and worked and therapised, and that just felt like enough. Thomas probably did something similar, but it felt as if he had cracked the code. He fitted in, and the list of what habits people such as them could have ran through her brain. She wondered, toying with ideas.

What did he, the father of a presumed daughter, the crime scene investigator, the diehard La Belle Mort fan do to feel normal?

Under moonlight and the glow of a cigarette, plain clothed Thomas Fowl held a thousand possibilities. Harsh water-coloured eyes saw a million terrible fates. Laugh lines told a billion stories about thinly smiled joys. The dried bright flakes on his hand led to one thing.

“You paint?” Emma conferred, registering the paint’s signature cracking.

“Oils, when I can.” Thomas lifted the nauseating hue under the light. “Allows me to shut out the troubles of the world and attune myself. It's almost like this primordial sense,” said he, admiring the red colour with a thirst. He couldn’t get enough of it. All artists were like that, she supposed.

“The Detective in La Belle Mort said something similar.” (By proxy, so did she).

He stubbed out the half-finished cigarette. “So I recall. You know, her paintings, the colour descriptions, her quirks, the little details. It's what makes me think she's been behind all the cases she solved.” A new spark lit on uncharted waters. This was his biggest habit; his thing. He shared that in common with her fictional character.

“You think she's the killer?”

“Well, she is a killer. Is it not a possibility?”

Emma let a smile emerge. He was very like her indeed. “Wouldn’t want to spoil anything,” she diverged, hands up to claim no part.

“Course not. Then again, the trainee thought the same in The Bone Church until she got shot. So perhaps I'm wrong or you're tricking us.” A sly crease tore the stitches of his mouth and he regarded her as he did to the paint, in admiration. Her character impressed him.

“Who knows,” she said.

Rubber tires trampled the driveway gravel. Blinding headlights turned Emma’s attention as its point of origin pulled up. The black Land Rover fitting in at its old home. The ever-tired, yet presentable Marcus, with his classy frames and slicked hair, sat at the wheel. Her ride away from this corrupt place.

The corruption reeked and tainted everything inside. That’s why she had chosen to wait outside. Its rosy, muscle-textured mould spores condensed into her lungs like a Marlboro cigarette. She didn’t understand how Hannibal or Will withstood it. Both left behind, fermenting, while Emma headed further and further away. It didn’t seem to bother Thomas either. In fact, deep under the flesh layers of discoloured tiredness, he appeared thrilled.

“And Thomas,” started Emma, turning around, “the Detective, her obsessive behaviour cost people their lives. I hope for your sake and your child's that the same doesn't happen to you.” With those daunting parting words which she recounts as a hard-learned truth, she climbed inside the tinted car. The disproportionate car door closed behind her, and a strange taste lingered ever still, one she isn’t sure will ever go away.

———

Diving. A jump of calculated faith. 

Above water, the jump was a flying motion towards a perilous destination, wind buffeting against wingless arms causing that strange sickness to form. Gravity pulled and hastened in a sense more akin to falling. And the faith was hope. A hope that the impact wouldn’t crush her bones, as that deep smooth film of liquid got closer and closer and closer, tearing apart. 

Under the water, salt seeped through gasps. The cold surrounded puckered flesh, pleasantly calming and full of tantalising pain. The dive was no more than a dip, a soak. Ocean sunk into skin that pruned after each passing minute; no more could it absorb.

Her head bobbed along the surface, silence filling the air and an empty horizon bled across the water and what once was blue was now a dark crimson. The water on her face dripped like blood as, all the while, a figure loomed on in the distance. Familiar in shape. This place, familiar in feel; she’d been here before, and what should have felt eerie and off-putting felt neither good nor bad.

Just… nothing.

A maddening calm, nothing.

———

“This silence. I find myself needing to apologise,” said Dr. Lecter.

Emma ran a finger over a shelved red spine. “Whatever for?”

“Jack Crawford. You,” he said, watching her on the mezzanine from his designated seat, “are punishing me for not stopping Jack Crawford sooner.” Not once had she looked at him since entering his office at the dead of night. She refused to face him.

Her words: distant. “Punishing? No.”

Off in his own thoughts, fluorescent lighting casting an odd shadow over him, Hannibal glanced aside. “I’ve come to expect your silence. It’s admirable. As a society where words hold worship, your words contain power and you choose with care when and what you say during moments forced upon you.” His hands folded over each other in his lap. “But you arranged this session,” he added as all the clocks in the world, mental and physical, ticked closer and closer to the midnight hour. They had been here for the course of an hour, most of which was occupied by that bewildering silence that, otherwise, he would not have allowed, not especially at this time of night and with how she had put great distance between them, despite the compulsion compelling otherwise. She was here on her own accord, after all. 

So, perhaps the punishment was for pushing her too far, too soon. “If I harboured resentment or dislike, my punishment towards you would be more on that holy scale, not the wordless kind,” said Emma. Truth be told, Hannibal could think whatever he pleased and still miss that the punishment wasn’t for him, but for her. Around him she felt an urge – she always had, except now it bled visibly before her eyes – which caused her to redraw a line in the sand. Simply put, it was easier to distance herself from him like this than to stop altogether. She enjoyed the ease he gave her. “Our session before was cut short, and I couldn’t sleep. Somehow, I thought this would make me feel better,” admitted she, toying with the book’s spine.

He motioned for her to continue, and though she couldn’t see it, she could feel it in his lack of speech.

“My thoughts, as of late, have… tasted different.”

“Expanding our palettes, are we?”

A fleeting smile graced her lips, playing along to an inside joke she wasn’t privy to. “It tastes foreign. They’re not my own, yet I’m aware I’m the source.” She scrunched her brow as the words freely flowed forth with a sporadic rhythm. “Isn’t that maddening? Because the idea that it doesn’t is driving me mad. And maybe that’s why I’m here instead of resting, or writing, or talking to someone, anyone else.”

“Lest the unprepared see something they shouldn’t.” His calm cadence washed over her like a wave, calling to her to breathe.

And breathe she did, thoughts coalescing as she spoke. “Lest they find a reason to cast me away.” A breath for what she said was true. Had anyone other than Dr. Lecter knew what he did, they would do just that and drug her up. She was sure Agent Crawford sat at home right now, questioning what option better suited him: her in a padded cell or freely out and about, investigating.

“I wouldn’t let them do that,” stated Hannibal so matter-of-factly it took Emma aback.

“Are you saying you’d lie for me?” she looked over her shoulder at him.

“I’m saying I’d be truthful,” he said with an earnestness present in his manner, “as truthful as a recent disciple has been.”

“Honesty is a blessing.”

“A blessing I receive in fluctuating abundance from yourself.” Collected steps crossed the floor. He stood below her, shadows distilling his familiar figure as he followed her to the ladder. “When we are silent, we deny the truth and betray ourselves. You came here, seeking my counsel to expel a truth. So, while under the cover of the night’s dark grace, let’s be honest. A noticeable difference occurred midway through your explanation of the body to Jack Crawford,” he said, eyeing her whole. “What happened?”

She glanced at her shoulder, the memories resurfacing. “I… was overcome by flashes of the past,” she answered before meeting his steady gaze. “I got too close, spotted something in the pit. A recreation I’d recognise anywhere; a replica; a shoulder joint, fractured and perfectly placed; the mirrored image of an old gunshot wound.

“People assume The Detective character in La Belle Mort is based on myself. Very few are aware of the truth – Alex, my former editor, being one of them. She was there during my trainee days, when I stuck my head in places I shouldn’t have and got shot and scarred. Forever a reminder about the dangers of getting close to things I shouldn’t.” She thought she’d have learnt that by now since the last time, but old habits were hard to kill. She never should have written that story and never got involved. The phantom pains struck for a reason. “Still feel it occasionally, I guess,” added Emma. Even now she could still feel the stabbing guilt Alex drove through her stomach. Pain was everlasting, she concluded.

Hannibal saw the way her face twisted at undisclosed thoughts and how she tried to brush it off, but, after all the silence, he wouldn’t halt this development. “When you were shot, how did it make you feel?”

More silence. A mere few seconds. “Betrayed.” Hurt.

“And how do you feel now?”

Emma traced her fingers along the wavelike grooves in the bannister beside her. “Strange. I feel simultaneously like myself and not. I’m afraid and calm. I am both here and… somewhere else.”

A hand rested on the ladder’s side, testing the line, yearning for more. “What do you hear in this other place?”

“Waves, lapping against a boat. The sea breeze air. It’s quiet. It’s.” Her hand stopped as their eyes locked with each other in the shadows of their faces.

“A peaceful memory?” asked Hannibal like he knew her thoughts, like he knew her on some deep level she wasn’t aware of, and perhaps he did.

“Yes.” Emma sat a few steps down on the ladder. “Not happy, just peaceful.” Their eyes dilated and merged, dark waters searching for more of that easeful darkness. An understanding formed. The self-imposed distance closing, as they were eye-to-eye. This was a habit, Emma realised, that she didn’t mind repeating; it was akin to letting herself go free to graze in an open field where she didn’t bother to check for hungry predators. If he was to be her downfall, then so be it; oddly enough, she did not mind, for a part of her trusted him enough to believe he wouldn’t. 

And he didn’t have to prod for more, not verbally. His words slipped into her mind like they were her own, asking to know the memory, and the words that left her were his to take. “The ocean was the only place my father and I would happily occupy together. Though we never did anything there together. He’d fish, and I’d sit. He’d reel his hook, and I’d listen to the waves. He’d gut his prize, knife glistening red as he bled the meat and mutilated it. I’d taste the salt on my tongue, watching as parts were slashed and entrails exposed. There, I am calm. Here…” When she blinked, the image shifted. The red-tie-donned Hannibal Lecter replaced the man across from her, and the meat became a larger flesh carcass, and an office light switched out the moon’s bulb as the small boat drifted without paddle or engine. Here, she was calm. “I don’t know why,”

“Well,” began Hannibal, waves lapping at the sides of dark wood, “water makes up a large sum of our bodies. The purest form of ourselves. The truest reflection mankind can ever find that allows us inside; to submerge ourselves in the deep ocean’s melody where waves call. Our beginnings and ends are a familiarity the ocean recognises. It homes them as the water in our bodies does, and there is a calmness in being understood.” The body between them laid still, mimicking the shape of the doppelgänger – no, the body was her, Emma. A bleeding, alternate version of herself laid between the Doctor and his patient while curiosity bent a minute slope in his spine. “Or perhaps, you already knew why.”

Blood covered her hands, a familiar substance in a familiar pattern; artistic, morbid and twisted. He was right; she did already know. “La Belle Mort.” An echo followed her utterance, The Beautiful Death. She had followed it her whole life, from that moment of gutting fish to gutting autopsied bodies, fictional and real. Others usually found her disposition strange because they did not understand – they were right, nonetheless.

Breathing in the still air of reality, Emma combed her clean hands through the red waves on her head. “You must think I’m strange,” she said, an awkward smile reaching her lips.

“Quite the contrary, by my understanding you seem normal,” declared Hannibal and he held out a hand to help her down. Those wild strands of hair delicately caressed his forehead, and the shadows of the room twisted him into a deadly, tempting visage. Cruel; otherworldly; like shadows she could never touch, not for long anyway. Wanting what you could not have. Is this that divine punishment she earlier mentioned?

A flutter beat against her chest. This was not like her. “Must be the medication.”

“Or the therapy.”

“Or the therapy.” Yes, the therapy, she thought. After all, what was the difference? Therapy is a form of medication, and he – being around him – was her medicine. She could not get enough of it if she tried.

She took his help, and as his hand cradled hers, she pondered what the next big wave that came to rock the boat would be. There would always be more, and someone will end up drowning, as they always did in these christened waters.

But on that night where darkness hides secrets, not another wave would hit.

———

The morning, however, would later arrive on rough waters.

Sleep was a calm ease, and Emma should have realised then that morning when walking through the halls of the labs what loomed nearby; it is always quietest before the storm. Her tiredness erased. An early coffee in hand. Running on the highs of the previous night's medication, she couldn’t have been any less aware as Beverly saddled up beside her. “Someone seems different today,” she stated.

Instinctively. “I’m fine—”

“—fine?” finishing her sentence simultaneously, Beverly cocked a joking brow. “Relax, I’m not here to psychoanalyse or fangirl like Fowl.” 

Emma couldn’t tell if that was supposed to make her feel better. It almost didn’t, but Beverly came across as a genuine carer – she just wasn’t used to it, from Beverly that is, made a nervous chuckle escape her lips. “Sorry, I’m usually better at this socialising stuff after my coffee,” said Emma.

“Long night, huh?” queried Beverly, who looked like the spitting image of a person acting on little sleep. “Can’t say I blame you after the way Jack yelled at you. But if it’s any consolation, since he won’t admit it, we never would have found the second body and our first lead without your help.” She gave her a playful nudge, careful not to cause a spill on her white lab coat. The praise was nice and not entirely true. Eventually, they would have got there. Beverly had been the closest to figuring it out (carpets did hide secrets).

“Believe it or not, it didn’t bother me that much. I’m used to it. So, no, I overslept, hence the,” explained her, taking an immediate regretful sip from her cup. Sour, pure bitterness – she should have known then; another omen when what’s usually heavenly is ruined. “… ugh, shit coffee.”

“Coffee pot down the hall?”

Grimacing, Emma nodded.

A curled lip. “Figures, next time you’re not late, I’ll show you something that’s actually safe for human consumption.” Anything would bound to be better than the liquid crap she continued to gargle down her throat, though having someone familiar with the area would garner better results than Emma ever could. And in a wordless acceptance of the offer, she mirrored the pull of her lips, drawing her own smile. Genuine in cadence, hesitant in the execution – after Alex, she wasn’t sure if she could handle her or any other associates, Hannibal Lecter included (his want to help her was an addiction. Too much of him, and she’d overdose). A friendship like theirs was hard to untangle from. Being entwined with someone so deeply cuts and scars when one has to leave, and Emma didn’t want to get hurt again.

A chill ran over her, heeding an incoming storm.

Less than aware, with an adrenaline pep in her step, Beverly led Emma to the crowded lab room and spoke over her shoulder. “Anyway, I’d say you got here just in time. We found a DNA match. At first, I thought we had a natural blonde, but it turns out she’s a brunette.” 

Brunette. She should have known right there and then, as well, put the details together and seen the obvious warnings. Dark grey were the warning clouds obscuring all light overhead. Don’t, warned some deep sense. Don’t look. Don’t ask.

But it was too late as she stood in the doorway.

“Who’s the match?” Were the words that would have left her. Instead: spilt liquid; the crashing thunder of a cup replaced any sound she could have made as her eyes met those familiar too-good-for-this-world hazel eyes stuck on the board, widening at the brown-curled, amber-skinned visage. Lightning struck and paralyzed her.

The woman – the suspect, the victim; the DNA match. Emma would recognise her from anywhere.

Alexandra Bennet, but to Emma, she was just Alex.

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#5

It isn't until Change of Mind that you really realize just how short staffed Minkowski's mission was.

80 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#4

I listened to Memoria this morning while getting ready for work which was a terrible decision cause it's difficult to put make up on while you're crying.

I just want to say the idea of Pryce inputting a core thought meant to tear Hera down, that runs every time she does anything, and the idea of "giving them my own voice" so the thought is indistinguishable from her own, really fuckin hits me in the mommy issues.

I think one of the coolest things they did with Hera as an A.I. was to create a computer metaphor for some aspects of human psychology; that a self-defeating thought is implanted in someone by another person that occurs at runtime every time.

That a small, single line of "code" recited subconsciously before every thing we do effects our whole systems.

That we need to know it's there to cope and work around it.

It's just very, very good. I like it a lot.

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#3

Wolf 359 is just so good I will never be over it. That whole sequence at the end of episode 28 when they've just pulled the Hephaestus station into a stable orbit, Eiffel is in Lovelace's shuttle detached from the station and drifting very slowly, and he convenes with Minkowski in the medical lab where he gets suddenly interrupted by Lovelace flatlining?

And after a moment of the drama of trying to get Lovelace's heart beating again, the last thing we hear from him is, "Diiiiiiiiid....... was thaaaaaaaaat......??" and then the shuttle explodes?

Just amazing.

I love the flow of the scene and the tension. I love the voice acting. I love that we're hit with two more crises while still exhausted from the cost of narrowly escaping the last one. It's a bunch of emotional beats all in a row.

I literally dream of being this good at writing.

92 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

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I’m 25 episodes into Hello from the Hallowoods and I have decided I really like it. Here are some reasons why:

Lots of queer characters at lots of different ages and lots of different stages.

Some of the older characters are just beginning to engage with their queerness and it’s so sweet.

An asexual character!

I appreciate that the writer just threw in anything that seemed fun to them. Eldritch deities? Demons? Spirits? Doll zombies? Punk rock stars? Elemental mages? Capitalism trying to persevere after the apocalypse? Evangelism? All yes, and that’s goals tbh. I wish I could capture that energy.

Consistently the best openers I’ve ever heard.

Fuck, even the eldritch narrator is queer.

The particular way that death shows up as a theme here is really interesting. Death as a lingering consciousness, or a continuation, rather than an emptiness or an end.

Even though they’re mostly all the same voice actor and it’s basically the narrator reading a story to you, there are distinct enough voices for most of the characters that you can tell who is who even without the cues.

My fave audio drama villain archetype, the creepy evil boss, literally thinks she can take on an eldritch god and win. I’m so, so into it.

Water as giving life... especially after death.

Ahhh I recommend giving it a try if you like audio dramas.

104 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

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Cutter's "recruitment" of Eiffel is such an interesting interaction because until this point, with the exception of Hera, everyone else's sign on has not been so deeply resisted.

Hera AND Eiffel are not thrilled to take Cutter's deal, in fact they really have no other choice.

But Eiffel's scene is the first time we've ever heard Cutter struggle to control someone. He doesn't have the same tools he had with Hera.

It's the first time we hear someone laugh at Cutter, set a hard boundary with him, and literally call him a motherfucker to his face!

I'm also trying to think if anyone else aside from Hera ever really caught on to Cutter. Eiffel literally likens him to Patrick Bateman (American Psycho).

And I really feel like Cutter's agitation is palpable in his silence before he cuts Eiffel off with, "okay, okay! before you say any more things I'm going to make you regret..."

Like, Cutter still successfully lands the hook by making promises about what Goddard can do about supporting his daughter, but THAT MOMENT OF PEAK TENSION!!!!!! And only after Eiffel has been bought into it does he fall in line with the hierarchy and switch to calling Cutter, "sir."

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Meet the Sky High Family! Base made by @mewtwoandme Character design: @artdumpandheadcanons (me lol) I had to hop on these bases because they were like perfect for the Radioactive family that I have planed Meet the SkyHigh family! have some Info on them. I ranted about them under the cut so it’s there for you if you want to read it

Lets start with Dada! and Our main character: Stormcloud: He/them Stormcloud or Stormie for short is a Water dark type Mewtwo. Storm is the revived and reincatned version of a long deceased Mewtwo that had died during a surgical Experiment, one of the first tried to implant a Mega stone into a Mewtwo. The physical body that storm has came with a cost. The deep stormcloud like pattern that cover his body is a ever growing disease that effects his power level and physical health so much so that now he only has 5 PP for each of his attacks and can not attack all at once. Personality wise, Storm is quite bubbly, not as much as Raine but they are happy, they have fun, and they are more expressive but they still have that grumpy gen 1 Mewtwo energy sometimes. Raine: She/They Raine is a Mew that Arceus sent to guide Stormcloud in his day to day life. Storm considers Raine to be his parent since they have been there since day 1, To take care of him, to love him, and to be there for him when things get bad. Though, the good doesn't last and Stormcloud will soon find out who Raine really is and that is going to change their life forever. Raine is the impediment of Energy just pure zoomies. they are the fun parent, but they know when their optimism isn’t wanted and will get serious if they need to. Zypher: He/she/they The child of Stormcloud, and unfortunately fallen victim to the same Disease that he has. She is unable to levitate due to it. Unlike Storm he is Water Electric type due to his way of coming into being. Zypher has a more stoic personality. Not alot phases him, except for a special phsyduck rattle that Raine made for him it never fails to calm his crying and make him laugh. -Arceus decided that a child would fix Stormie’s daddy issues so one day while flying through a storm. Stormie was Struck down by lightning, a special blue lightning bolt that Arceus had sent to bring Zypher into the world. When Stormie came to, he was in a pokemon center. Panic set in because all he knew of this place was bad, medical procedures to be done and being poked and prodded. The only thing that ended up soothing Stormie is the Appearance of Raine who managed to calm him. Once healed He was allowed to go back to the nesting area he and Raine shared.  -Days began to go by and Storm began to grain more and more weight, and became more and more sick. Storm was confused, was his disease getting worse? what he going to die? Well the answer came when he woke up in the middle of the night to an intense pain. That night, Storm, despite all odds, laid an egg. a very lopsided one. -Due to his male coded body, and not being made to raise an egg unlike his female coded counterparts the egg wasn’t right and He didn’t believe it would survive But! against all odds, Zypher hatched 3 weeks later, but not in the normal way a Pokémon would hatch. Since Mewtwo don’t have a Pre-Evolution Zypher was small, and needed time to grow and that brings us to present day. The three live together in a secluded plateau that is very hard to reach even for Pokémon who can fly. The only ones who usually can get through there are Pokémon that are able too phase through. and most of those Pokémon are too scared to

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SCP#: AAL

Code Name: Body Melting Vitamins

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: All samples of SCP-AAL are kept in a metal containment crate within the biohazard storage area of Site-AA. Any testing regarding SCP-AAL must be approved by at least one Level 2 Clearance staff member. Under no circumstances is SCP-AAL, even modified and tested versions, to be used for medical purposes. Anyone who ignores this rule will be demoted to D-Class and used to test newly made versions of SCP-AAL, there are no exceptions.

Description: SCP-AAL is a mutagenic single celled artificially created organism. SCP-AAL's purpose of creation was to take the body to its absolute limits, in both physical and mental health. As such it was condensed into a medical pill for easy consumption of test subjects. SCP-AAL does achieve in giving the body increased health benefits but at the cost of there being no limits. Even those who take samples of SCP-AAL in small dosages will see the positive effects; however, even with just the smallest bit of SCP-AAL entering the body, the host will not be free of the inevitable.

First known symptom are intense headaches and seemingly realistic hallucinations. These symptoms get worse over time though sometimes can be suppressed when taking more pills of SCP-AAL. Unfortunately, if lots of SCP-AAL is ingested into the body the secondary symptoms will take effect at a more rapid pace. Secondary symptoms vary between individuals, but the main two symptoms are degradation of the body or over mutation of the body. Common symptoms of degradation include, instant rotting of the face, deterioration of the organs as well as compulsive bleeding and mucus production. All symptoms will progressively get worse until the body falls apart due to rotting form the inside out. 

Symptoms of over mutation include smaller body parts such as the eyes, tongue, or genitals growing to uncontrollable sizes and even exploding. Muscle spasms are a regular occurrence as well as combustion of internal organs. Taking pills of SCP-AAL during pregnancy can result in much more grotesque and horrific results. Most anomalously there are rare occurrences of body parts falling off and becoming sentient by SCP-AAL. These new organisms act as parasites for SCP-AAL determined to find a host and enter them by any means necessary to spread infection. Thankfully symptoms of over mutation are rare, and testing has proven that an outbreak of SCP-AAL infection is impossible. 

SCP-AAL was discovered in 1993 by the Australian branch of the Foundation. SCP-AAL was created by a small company called Vimuville to be the ultimate dietary and health supplement. As such SCP-AAL was disguised as pills, injections, and other forms of common medicine to keep the true nature of SCP-AAL hidden. Furthermore, random people were selected as test subjects not knowing they were taking medication still in the testing phase. SCP-AAL was originally created with a genetic inhibitor that prevented it from going beyond human biological limits. However, a rouge scientist removed the inhibitor, granting SCP-AAL its anomalous and volatile effects. This resulted in the complete annihilation of all the test subjects as well as Vimuville employees. Those that were lucky enough to survive had the displeasure of watching their friends and family die in horrific ways.

Thanks to a police investigation it was revealed that the company’s factory, testing grounds, and most of their property was illegally apprehended. This information was sent from the police to the government which in hand gave it to the Foundation once the anomalous properties of SCP-AAL were brought to light. Surprisingly the local police were cooperative with handing the Foundation all information regarding the incident. In fact, none resisted taking the proper amnestics while others didn't need amnestics seeing it all as "just another day on the job". Thus, making SCP-AAL one of the easiest anomalies the Foundation has ever contained. Though of course, it would have been better if there were no gruesome deaths involved.

Now contained, the 05 Council saw the potential of SCP-AAL; with it, Foundation staff, researchers, security, and MTF units would have the greatest bodies and minds. However, the Ethics committee has set a rule that SCP-AAL is only to be administered within Foundation staff until AFTER extensive D-Class testing. Anyone who tries to rush production even with a seemingly perfected SCP-AAL sample will be hunted by Mobile Task Force Omega-1 “Law’s Left Hand” and demoted to D-Class. For SCP-AAL to be deemed safe, tested D-Class must stay alive with no side effects for at least 10 years. 

Update 1995 - Currently SCP-AAL modified by Dr. Zeek and medical staff have a 66% fatality rate and a 91% success rate. Furthermore Dr. Zeek is currently using SCP-AAL to assist in Project New Game Plus.

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