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queermediastudies · 4 years

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Blue is, in fact, not only the Warmest Color, but her name is Emma - Alec Thomas

Blue is the Warmest Color is a 2013 film adaptation of a comic series of the same name, made by Julie Maroh in 2010. This film follows a French teenager named Adele, who is what seems to be very introverted and unsure of her place in the world. Adele dates a boy named Thomas at school, but when they eventually have sex for the first time, Adele is left unfulfilled by Thomas, realizing there might be more to her sexual identity than she knows, and decides to break off their relationship. Her openly gay best friend Valentin hears about her confusion, and decides to take her out to a men’s gay bar. Adele leaves Valentin and wanders off to a neighboring lesbian bar, where she ends up meeting Emma, the blue haired girl who is also a graduating art student. The two have resounding energy off one another almost immediately, and they become friends quickly. It isn’t long after that they kiss for the first time during a picnic, before they bloom into a full relationship with one another. Emma’s family is very welcoming of Adele’s presence and relationship, while Adele’s more conservative parents are told Emma is a tutor for Adele’s philosophy class at school.

The film fast forwards a few years, and we see Adele and Emma living together while they continue their jobs. While Adele finishes school and gets a job teaching at an elementary school, Emma tries to further her painting career by throwing parties to socialize among her art peers. It’s at one of these parties that we meet Lise, a pregnant old colleague of Emma’s. Emma makes fun of Adele’s current job choice, saying that her writing could do exceptionally well, and Adele asserts that she’s much happy with where she’s at now. It’s here where we see some disparities come to light, as it seems like Adele and Emma don’t share that much in common even anymore, and out of loneliness, Adele sleeps with a male coworker. Emma finds out about the affair, and subsequently and ferociously kicks Adele out, ending their relationship. 3 years pass before they end up meeting again, only to find out Emma is now in a relationship with Lise and has a family with Lise’s daughter, while Adele still cannot overcome her heartbreak. Adele expresses how in-love she is with Emma, and despite their strong connection, Emma declines, but tells Adele that she’ll always have an “infinite tenderness” in her heart for her. More time passes before we see the two convene one last time at one of Emma’s art exhibits, where the two meet, but don’t really connect. It’s clear that Emma would rather tend to all her patrons and guests at the party, so Adele congratulates her before quietly leaving the exhibit. The film ends. I argue this film is a generally a great depiction of a heart wrenching love tale between two women, which effectively explores themes of sexuality and queerness explicitly, in order to create a film that leaves audiences wanting more among an ambiguous ending.

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This movie definitely connects with some of the talking points we’ve discussed in class. Probably one of the easiest examples we see coming to light is in one of the first scenes in the film, where Adele’s friend group displays some signs of heteronormativity. In the clip above, we see Thomas staring at Adele from afar, with Adele’s friends insisting they’re “so obviously into each other”. Adele then begins to tune out of the conversation as the rest of the group starts discussing other cute boys, while Adele remains silent, clearly uncomfortable to some degree. It’s clear here that Adele’s friend group is using heteronormativity in the sense that they believe Adele is straight, despite no context being added whether they’ve discussed this before. Seeing as how the rest of the film pans out, they clearly haven’t discussed this. “For queer theorists, sexuality is a complex array of signifiers, social codes and forces linked to institutional power which interact to shape the idea of normal or deviant, good or bad, and which has the function of including and excluding people,” (Andersson, 2002, p. 3). In this scene, Adele is unsure of her sexuality, but it is clear how it should be demonstrated among the institution of her school in the ways of heteronormativity. This environment excludes any notion of queerness existing normally, which is reinforced by Adele’s friend group. This becomes problematic for Adele, as it feels as though Adele is almost pressured into going out and sleeping with Thomas because of her friends' heteronormativity enacted upon her. She is then only left to be unfulfilled, simply because she wasn’t attracted to men it seems at this point.

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The above clip happens once Emma and Adele start spending more time together, and Adele’s friend group at school seems to pay attention to this fact. They all begin to grill and question her about where she met this girl, only to find out it was at a gay bar. Her “friends” then start getting heated with Adele, begging her to “fess up” to being lesbian, and to “just admit it”, while another girl starts making remarks about how she doesn’t care if Adele is lesbian, but that she’s slept naked in her bed a few times and seen her checking out her ass, calling Adele a “whore”, and then asking the question “Does your bitch have a blue p---y?” before Adele starts to fight. While this is clearly homophobia, it’s carefully inserted into the film to show some of the general public’s opinion on gay or lesbian reception, those of which lines match pretty well with Adele’s parents ideals. You could compare this to a time where “homosexuals” were compared to Communists in the U.S. “Communists bore no identifying physical characteristics...Homosexuals too could escape detection...Because most people confronted with accusations of homosexuality during these witch-hunts quietly resigned, it is impossible to determine the number of careers and lives that were destroyed.” (Gross, 2001, p. 22). This scene almost plays out like an interrogation or a witch-hunt of Adele, which I think draws on some lines on queer folk having to “admit” their queerness publicly, while cisgender folk never have to admit their sexuality in the same way. This part especially demonstrates queerness in a real world lens. To me, this scene was put into the film in order to demonstrate the harsh world that queer folk often experience. It’s made for the audience to have a better understanding of Adele’s current position, and therefore allows the audience to become more compassionate with Adele’s struggles along her life, for simply choosing who she wants to love.

Another dominant theme we see arising out of this film is sexuality and pornography. That being said, I wouldn’t recommend watching this film with your parents in the same room, because boy, you would be in for a trip. The film’s graphic sex scenes are all pretty exposed for Adele and Emma, leaving almost literally nothing to the imagination of the audience. I think this is done in the film because it wants to show the raw and unfiltered bodies of the two lovers, and more obviously done to display queer love on screen. “Queer film study, then, understands cinematic sexualities as complex, multiple, overlapping, and historically nuanced, rather than immutably fixed...queer film study explores how and why the fluidity of all sexualities relates to the production and reception of cinema.” (Benshoff & Griffin, 2004, p. 2). We especially see this sexual fluidity occur within Adele, when she sleeps with Thomas at the beginning of the movie, along with her fling with a male coworker that ultimately ended her relationship with Emma. Adele’s sexuality isn’t ever exactly defined, which leaves it ambiguous to the audience, therefore showing that even Adele is still discovering what her sexuality is exactly. While the sex scenes are explicit, to me, I wouldn’t qualify them exactly as porn, because they are also increasingly dramatic with expression. In a way, if we didn’t have these scenes, I don’t know if the audience could even understand the level of obsession that Adele and Emma have for one another. It’s in these scenes that we get just a glimpse of what it means to love as humans, and how sex is one of many facets to deepen our love for one another.

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For myself, the above clip is one scene in particular where I think the movie doesn’t really hit the nail on the head. In the scene as discussed in the intro paragraph, it features Adele and Emma in a restaurant, a few years after they’ve broken up, with Adele confessing her deep love for Emma again. Emma declines Adele’s love, citing that she’s with someone else now, and thus leaves. Before Emma is able to do that however, there’s a pretty lengthy portion of the clip where the two begin to passionately make out with one another, even getting to literal third base blatantly happening at the dinner table. Don’t get me wrong, my issue isn’t at all with any of the pretty graphic sex scenes in the movie, but this one in particular stands out because it’s literally in public. Literally a waitress confirms an order for coffee before the scene starts, and then the camera even pans out at the end of the scene to witness two other customers dining a few tables away. I felt like this part ran into a few problems, since both Adele and Emma completely ignore everyone else in the room in order to sexually fulfill one another, which for me not only feels a bit insensitive to not only the other people in the restaurant, but a bit unrealistic and hypersexualized. I think this part is more damaging to queer identities, in the sense that the ideal is being pushed that when it comes to sex, they are completely unable to control themselves for their lust for one another. You also get a sense of the power of looking at these characters by the minor characters in this scene, which pins them as public interpretations of sexuality inside the restaurant unfairly. They are more than just the objects of lust being viewed upon by other customers and work staff, but this scene doesn’t help that argument whatsoever.

Much like most things in the movie, the ending is completely ambiguous. You see Adele walk off around a street corner, to supposedly never talk to Emma again. We see this love come together, fall apart, and have a smidge of possible recovery, only to be let down again. Shortly put, I wanted more out of this story, because it felt like it wasn’t over. Maybe the reason it ended was to show that things don’t always have a “Happily Ever After”, especially when it comes to real life. Overall, for myself as a cisgender white straight man, I think this film is great in terms of queer media exposure. I think white and straight people have been given too much in terms of amount of privilege, especially when it comes to roles in love stories in cinema. I was forced to be critical when it came to my analysis of this movie, simply because I wasn’t the identity featured in this movie. I had to interpret information from a queer lens, which made me more objective and honestly a bit uncomfortable - but in a good way. I was forced to feel and see the things these characters were experiencing, in the exact same exposed ways they were seeing them. In a way, I think that made me more drawn to the story, simply because I was experiencing something that I had never gotten the chance to see anywhere else. The fact that the entire film is in French plays a big role as well, as I noticed I was using a lot of nonverbal cues in order to determine how a character might feel at any point in time. To conclude, I think this movie does a mostly great job on representing queer identities in order to create a love story that is unequivocally matched to any other story you see. It hits on the realistic parts of life and love that humans experience, in order to show how rough love can truly be.

References

Andersson, Y. (2002). Queer Media? In E. Kingsepp (Ed.), Media Research in Progress. Stockholm: Stockholms University.

Benshoff, H., & Griffin, S. (2004). Queer Cinema the Film Reader. New York, NY: Routledge. Taylor & Francis Group.

Gross, L. (2001). Up from Invisibility: Lesbians, Gay Men, and the Media in America. NEW YORK: Columbia University Press. doi:10.7312/gros11952

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castielscarma · 4 years

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Discovery

Day 2's prompt in TheirLoveWasReal is Discovery.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29396811/chapters/72256350#workskin

Dean almost dropped his mug with coffee when he discovered it.

He picked up the small velvet box that was hidden behind some cereals. Putting the coffee down, he opened it.

The ring was a damn beauty, he'd give Sam that; white gold with an inlay of dark oak and a ribbon of stones going all around the ring.

He smiled as he put the box back. Eileen would love it. They deserved each other.

Eileen had come into their lives years ago and Dean had seen slowly but surely how Sam had fallen for her. It had been up to Eileen to take the plunge though because Sam didn't know what was right in front of him. Idiot.

Dean shook his head and exhaled through his nose. He was lucky he wasn't thinking that out loud, or that Sam was nearby because he was pretty sure his brother would think the same about him.

It wasn't the same, not by a long shot.

And there Sam entered the kitchen, waltzing in with his long legs and longer hair. “Man, it's not like we're poor, Sammy.”

Sam stopped and looked at Dean with a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

“We do own a pair of scissors you know.”

“Shut up,” Sam grumbled as he opened the fridge. He grabbed a bowl and poured some milk before reaching for s box of cereals. Those cereals. And what kind of psycho poured milk first?

“Sam. We need to talk.” Sam stopped and turned, a worried frown as he recognized the tone of Dean's voice. He meant business. “Uh, sure, what's up, Dean?” Dean walked up to Sam. “Firstly, what the fuck? You put the cereals in the bowl first. How else are you gonna get the correct cereal to milk ratio?” Sam seemed taken aback. “That's what got you all worked up?” Clenching and unclenching his hands, Dean shook his head. “Nope. Look, it was an accident and I'm really happy for you, Sammy,” Dean's face split into a smile, “but I found your box.” “My box?” “Yeah, the ring. Good work on that one, by the way. She'll love it. But why didn't you tell me you were ready to pop the question? I could've warned Eileen...” Sam's face lit up in understanding and he must have thought of something sappy because he ignored Dean's joke. “Oh! I don't know...I've been thinking about it for a while. We haven't been dating really, not that much, but then I thought about how this year has been, how our entire lives have been like really and I know what I feel about her, Dean. I know what Eileen makes me feel and how her very presence makes me better you know? It's real.” Dean nodded. “Yeah, I get that. I've seen it. How your face lights up like a damn Christmas tree as soon as she walks in. You're all gross, holding hands, kissing, watching movies together while holding hands – who does that?” Sam made bitchface number 12. “You realize that you've basically described yourself and Cas, right?” Dean crossed his arms.“Please, we don't act like lovesick teenagers. We let go after ten minutes or so, if we're watching something. Anyway, um, so when are you planning on asking her? When's the date?” Sam reached inside the cupboard and grabbed the velvet box. “I was thinking tomorrow.” He opened it and showed Dean the ring. “It's beautiful. She's gonna outshine you. Not that that will be any different than what's going on right now.” Dean grabbed his mug and took a sip of the now lukewarm coffee. “So tomorrow, huh?” Sam palmed the box. “Yes. I know it's Valentine's Day today but it feels kind of cheesy to propose on Valentine's Day.” Dean chuckled. “I don't know. It's an easy date to remember. And it's a day about love. Hearts and glitter and shit. Saying to the one you love that they captured your heart on the day of love. It has a nice ring to it.” “Huh, maybe. Haven't thought about it like that.” Dean grinned. “And speaking of rings.” He pulled out a tiny, black velvet box from his pocket. Sam was reaching for the cereals but dropped his hand, staring at Dean. “No way.” “Calm your horses, it's not for you.” “Dean...” Opening the box, Dean handed it over to Sam. “I figured, Valentine's Day would be as good as any day. And it's easy to remember... not that anything about Cas is forgettable.” Sam picked up the ring. “Black tungsten and the band is rose gold. It's very scratch resistant so when we take on the occasional hunt Cas doesn't need to worry about messing it up...” “Dean...” “You already said that.” Sam pulled Dean in for a hug. “Wow, Cas is gonna love the ring. Congrats, man! You deserve it, all of it, Dean.” Sam patted Dean on the back, before taking a step back. “February 14th, huh?” “It's as good as any date.” “You go and propose to Cas. And I'll ask Eileen tomorrow.” Dean nodded, and couldn't wipe the smile off his face even if he wanted to. “It's only fitting that I get married first, even if it's just the day before. I am the big brother after all. And you pouring milk in the bowl first, that's the other reason.” Sam just laughed. Don’t forget to check out the fundraiser! (For Southern Poverty Law Center)

#TheirLoveWasReal #day 2 discovery #destiel ficlet #my writing #fluff #canon

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crewhonk · 5 years

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Only Happy Accidents (six)

Summary: YN and Steve deal with YN’s second trimester hormones, YN goes wedding dress shopping, YN buys something for Steve, and Steve thanks her

Warnings: NSFW themes, emotional Girl Squad, Bucky is Tan France

Songs: “Fifteen”— Taylor Swift / “Flight 22” Kali Uchis / “Love Story”— Taylor Swift

Masterlist

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March 11 / 18th Week

There were few things that were both the middle of something and also favourites. The middle of a dance routine, the middle of a season of construction, the middle of winter, middle school, being the middle child (YN wouldn’t know, she was an only child growing up) and so on so forth.

However, some middle things were great— the middle of a really good sandwich, the middle of a drunk snuggle pile, the middle of the bed.

The second trimester rocked YN’s world. The exhaustion, sore boobs, nausea were all ugly memories that both YN and Steve were over the moon to get rid of considering how gross and strong they all were. YN was now enjoying her pregnancy, having gained a few inches around her middle and enjoying the way Steve’s eyes lingered on her swollen (not tender!) boobs whenever she walked past him wearing a blouse for work. Every edge and corner on YN’s body had rounded out and it seemed as if this fat was why Steve was very keen on having both hands on her at all times. His kisses were longer and deeper and YN’s whole body ached whenever she crawled into his lap and kissed him breathless.

The part YN would need to learn to deal with? The lack of sex in her relationship while she was in fact, very horny. All the time.

YN decided one afternoon while she was showering for the second time that day (the basement was flooding, thanks increased blood flow) to initiate a plan to get Steve Rogers in bed with her. They hadn’t slept together since Halloween, and even if she weren’t pregnant, YN would very much love to ride that man into the sunset a month and a half into a real not-pregnant-induced relationship. So, she put to work, touching him absently on the couch during movie marathons, nipping his neck while hugging him and humming when she would suck in a breath. She would wear clothes the showed off her stomach and boobs and butt around the house— often skipping the pyjama pants for short maternity shorts under one of his shirts from the dryer. She could hear his appreciative sounds whenever he would wake up to find her in his clothes and making breakfast.

Steve loved how needy YN had become, as well— almost too much if he were being honest. He felt like a teenage boy again whenever he saw YN trapesing around the house in one of his sweaters— blood rushing from one head to another. He found that YN could get him harder than he had ever been in his life when she got bored of the movie and crawled into his lap, a sexy little smirk on her face as her hands cupped the sides of his neck and she kissed him for hours. His hands had to stop her more than once from wiggling on him because it almost hurt to have her so close but unable to get closer.

His greatest fear was hurting the baby— or even worse, the baby knowing what his mom and dad were doing. When he voiced this fear to Natasha one day when they were sparring, she lost all composure and roared with laughter as he tripped her. She had rolled onto her side and covered her face with her hands to hide the tears streaming down her face.

“What’s so funny?” Steve had grumbled and through giggles she replied.

“Weren’t you like, one of the smartest people in the army in 1940?” She breathed heavily.

“Yeah, I guess but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Steve, my favourite life partner. Even you, in all your physical enhancements has no chance of hurting the baby. YN’s body has all of the defences that the baby needs, especially your kid. I’m not talking about fucking her through the mattress, but you can have sex with your girlfriend.” She smiled, getting up and patting his shoulder.

She grabbed a towel and wiped her face, slicking the flyaway hairs from her ponytail back with sweat. “How far along is she?”

“Eighteen or nineteen weeks? I think she’s almost at nineteen.” He replied, taking a swig from his water bottle and her eyes widened.

“You do know her sex drive is probably through the roof right now, right?” She stated and he choked on his water.

“What?”

“Yeah, she’s in her second trimester, right? Then yeah— she’s horny as hell.” She shrugged and Steve shifted his weight, swallowing and thinking about his mother so his dick wouldn’t explode spontaneously.

“I should— I should go, probably.” He mumbled, and Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, you probably should. Can you remind YN that we have a dress-fitting tomorrow?” Natasha called after and Steve tripped over his feet when he remembered that he was, in fact, marrying the woman waiting for him at home.

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He burst through the door, roses in hand (he had barely remembered that today was Valentines Day) and called out for YN.

“Ma?” He asked and the ache between his legs was almost enough tomato his knees shake. There were no lights on, yet, so he wandered through the house and down to her room where he nudged the door open to find her sprawled on the bed.

Unconscious.

He chuckled and set the flowers on her bedside table. He looked down at her and cooed, running the backs of his knuckles down her cheek and leaned over to kiss her soundly on the forehead.

“Stevie?” She mumbled sleepily and turned to him, eyes still closed. He only hummed and kissed her nose again.

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart.” He murmured and she moaned, rolling over and letting out a small grunt before she fell asleep once more.

Good thing she was so cute.

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March 12th, 19 weeks

There was something wrong. Something very horribly wrong, and YN woke up feeling something in her stomach. Something was wrong, and she couldn’t breathe and she wanted to move but an impossible weight rested on her chest. She struggled to breathe, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as the feeling went away but came back once again stronger.

It was when it came back stronger than she was finally able to throw the blankets from her body and run from the room, hand over her stomach. She tore up the stairs to Steve’s room and didn’t bother to knock before bursting into the room and walking across it to the bed.

She shook his shoulder and he grumbled, swatting her hand weakly.

“Steve. Steve, wake up, please.” She half cried and his eyes opened and he rolled over to look up at her. The tears of fear in her eyes waking him up almost immediately.

“Wassit? Baby? Baby okay? You hurting, Ma?” His voice was thick and husky with sleep and she ignored the way that her core clenched at the low baritone of his voice. This was not the time for that.

“I don’t— there’s something wrong.” She whimpered and Steve sat up, running his arms over her shoulders and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. She was a little clammy and she was running warm, but that aunt anything new— she had been running hot since she had gotten pregnant.

“Are you in pain?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, it’s like— like flutters? But I can feel something and it’s not right.” She whimpered and took Steve’s hand, pressing it right under her navel. Steve and YN waited for the feeling to happen again and when it did, YN let out a cry.

“What— I don’t—“ She breathed heavily and Steve looked at her with wide eyes. Neither moved until the fluttering was over and Steve began crying tears of his own.

“What— why are you?” YN whimpered and Steve surged forward, pushing her to her back on his bed and kissed her. He peppered kisses across her face, and nose and neck through his giggles.

“You’re so cute.” He whispered, kissing her again and she shoved him off, glowering.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Rogers?” She snarled and jumped off the bed, only to be caught by Steve and pulled back on his lap. He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her chest bone, and nosed her collarbone.

“Put your hand on your stomach. Right where my hand is.” He murmured and she could have slapped him.

“I already feel it, Rogers. We need to go to Cho.” She moved to get off of him but he caught her again and grabbed her hand.

“Baby doll, just listen to me and wait.” He whispered and she stared into his eyes and waited until the feeling came back. When it did, YN let out a cry of dear and Steve shushed her with a soothing kiss.

“He moved, YN. That’s our son kicking.” He murmured and she sucked a lungful of air in.

“She’s moving? Already?” YN whispered and he nodded.

“Ms. Tyler said that we could expect the baby to move in another few weeks, but I do apparently have super sperm so—“ He shrugged and YN laughed, throwing her head back and then kissing him. Her tongue swiped his lip teasingly and he squeezed her hips happily. She pulled away before he could roll them over and wiped her face.

“God. Okay. I’m— I’m sorry for waking you up, I was just really scared.” She said, looking rather guilty.

“I’m your boyfriend. Fiancee, technically, but I’m your person. You come to me when you’re scared and I’ll protect you from the world, okay?” He whispered and she smiled softly, swiping her thumb over his bottom lip and chin softly before moving to climb off of him.

“I’ll go back to bed then. I’ll text Cho and tell her we’ll drop by when you drop me off for the fitting tomorrow, though.” She said, rubbing her stomach and smiling to herself softly. She stood and turned to walk before Steve gathered his courage and grabbed her hand, pulling her back slightly. She turned with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

“You okay, Hot Shot?” YN asked and he clenched his jaw nervously.

“I— you don’t have to go, you know. You can stay the night… here, with me.” He muttered and she felt her face heat up.

“Really?”

“Really.” He replied, and almost did a small victory dance when she nervously shifted her feet before crawling over him and pulling the blankets back, settling into his mattress and sighing.

“Your bed is much comfier than mine, you know.” She whispered and he laughed, pulling her so that her back was to him. He curled into her back and nosed at her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and almost melting into the sheets. His strong arm wrapped around her middle and he rested his hand on her stomach, smiling to himself whenever he felt his son jump against his fingers. His slid his thigh between hers and she sighed, wiggling back into him and pulling his other arm to act as a pillow under her head.

“You don’t have to sleep in the other room, you know. We are dating-engaged-almost-parents.” He murmured and she giggled.

“How did we even get int his whole situation, huh?” She chuckled and he squeezed her lightly.

“We like each other and just so happened to forget to use protection.”

“Ah, yes. Halloween— the ultimate aphrodisiac.”

“It was the thigh highs, honestly.”

“Goodnight, Steven.”

“Night, Ma.”

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March 13th, Week 19

YN was warm. So, pleasantly warm and she never wanted to leave the cocoon she had found herself in. The pillows were soft, and the mattress was the perfect balance between hard and soft and the huge, muscly man pressed to her back made her feel like she could hide from the world for the rest of her life.

His hot breath washed over the back of her neck and she wiggled in closer to him, willing herself to stay in this moment for a few more hours.

Until she felt it.

Steve was fully pressed into her, his morning wood sandwiched snugly between his lower stomach and the small of YN’s back. When YN tried to wiggle her way out, Steve only let out a husky moan and pulled her closer.

“Stevie.” She tried, tapping his arm. He grunted and nuzzled into her hair, falling still once more. She stared out the window in front of her and sighed, trying to ignore the raging hormones that made her only think about the dick pressed against her and tried to roll away, only to be snatched right back by the still-sleeping Steve. He let out a moan and flexed his hips, rubbing himself against her and she squeaked, the heat between her legs making everything harder.

Especially the fact that his thigh was pressed right against her vagina.

His hips rut up again and his thigh pressed harder against her and she let out a small moan, shifting back against him and whimpering when he thrust again.

Fuck.

“Steve, baby, wake up.” She whispered, voice strained. She felt his lips press to the back of her neck before he pressed himself harder.

“I’ve been awake for a few minutes, now, Ma.” He husked and she moaned, hand circling back and cupping the back of his neck. He leaned up and nipped her neck, humping his hips again and growling when she bit her lip.

“Stevie—“ she whimpered and his hand drifted down, scratching her bare thigh and making her shiver.

“Shh, baby.” He hushed and she flexed her hips against this thigh, making him hum appreciatively. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and groaned, scratching his scalp again.

“As much as I fucking love what you’re doing right now, we have to go and see Cho.” She whispered and he groaned, squeezing her tighter and biting her shoulder.

“We have an hour, and it was just the baby moving, he’s fine.” He grumbled and pulled her closer to him, making him groan when his dick rubbed against her.

“It takes ten minutes for us to get ready and forty minutes to get to the compound, not including traffic. Plus,” She started, turning around in the bed to face him. She had to swallow her resolve when she looked at him however, because his hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed and his pupils were blown out. “The things I wanna do to you is gonna take much more than an hour to do.” She murmured and his mouth popped open in shock.

“Yeah?” His voice cracked and she smirked, letting her hand drift down his side and trace the band of his briefs. He shuddered under her touch and she hummed.

“Mhmm. Plus, the boutique Nat’s taking us to is just down the road from a pretty expensive maternity store who has an upstairs specifically for lingerie.” She murmured, kissing him lightly and nipping his bottom lip. He moaned into her mouth and clutched her sides.

“Now I definitely need you.” He choked and she giggled, rolling on top of him and straddling his hips, subtly grinding on his length as she leaned down.

“Plus, you’d have to face Natasha’s wrath if I was late today.” She nipped the tip of his nose and got off of him, rolling off the bed and prancing to his door.

“What am I supposed to do with this, then!” He called after her and he could hear her laugh loudly. Steve ached as he watched her look back and wink at him as if she had done nothing wrong at all.

“I’m sure you could figure something out!”

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The appointment was smooth— all was well. Baby was healthy and when Dr. Cho asked if they wanted to find out the sex of the baby both Steve and YN adamantly denied. Instead Cho, a smirk on her face, adjusted the ultrasound machine so they wouldn’t be able to make out any shapes or lack thereof and handed the pictures to a glowing YN and Steve.

“He looks like a little alien,” Steve mumbled, looking at the squished face fo the 3D picture. YN looked over at it as they walked down the hall to the common room and snorted. The baby looked rather piggish at the moment, but it was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.

“She has your nose,” YN mumbled and Steve sucked in a nervous breath and let it out shakily.

“He has your chin.” He whispered back and took the pictures YN was holding, slipping them in the inside pocket of his spring jacket and placing the same hand low not he small of her back. His constant, hovering presence was just a tasty promise of what YN knew would be taking place later that night.

“You’re late,” Natasha said from her perch in the corner of the couch and Steve snorted.

“Hardly— and it’s not our fault. Kid didn’t want to hide his junk from Cho.” Steve joked, laughing when YN socked him in the arm hard enough for him to flinch. Another thing from being knocked up by a super soldier— she got some of his powers as well.

“She was taking a little long to get comfortable is all.” YN glared, a smirk on her face as Steve pouted and rubbed his shoulder.

“All the same,” Natasha waved them off and looked up from the notebook in her hands. There was a find smile on her face as she listened to the interaction and it only grew when she saw just how both YN and Steve were looking at each other. “The rest of the girls are headed over to the bridal shop, we’re just waiting for James and then we’ll go.”

YN’s heart dropped to her stomach at the thought of Bucky being at her dress fittings. Sure, they had become less cold towards each other following their first interaction, but the constant desire to impress him and seek his approval set YN’s nerves on edge.

“Bucky’s coming?” YN asked, picking the dirt from her nails and looking nervously from Natasha to Steve. Natasha only smiled patiently and Steve kissed her temple.

“He has the second-best style out of the team, actually. Sam would be coming today too, but I think he’s in Thailand at the moment.” Natasha replied, walking over. She placed her hand on YN’s arm and squeezed comfortingly.

“He does like you, YN. We’ve talked about it— it’s just a matter of him opening up.” She whispered and YN let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” She smirked, looking over YN’s shoulder.

Bucky had entered and yeah, okay. The guy had style. His form-fitting black jeans hugged all the right spots and the grey t-shirt he was wearing was tucked in in the front and covered by the warmth of a black bomber jacket. It was simple, but he oozed confidence which made YN feel slightly more comforted. His hair was tied into a neat bun at the nape of his neck and two carefully controlled pieces framed his face.

Natasha wasted no time in peeling Steve away from YN’s side and pulling the pregnant woman over to her boyfriend.

It seemed some of Natasha’s words were true. Bucky was looking at her with a little more warmth than he previously had, and his body language was more open to her than it was even on New Years Eve.

“Hi. Thank you for coming today.” YN smiled politely and he returned the shy smile and nodded.

“Anything to help the party— I’m happy to do what I can for family.” He said, voice impossibly soft and YN coughed around the sudden lump in her throat. Steve walked towards his best friend, moving slow enough for Bucky to say no, but quick enough to show Bucky how much his warmth meant and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Steve pat his hand against Bucky’s back in the way that men do, and even YN could hear the emotional whisper of ‘thank you’ uttered.

“Shall we find you a dress, Mrs. Rogers?” Natasha smirked and watched in delight as both YN and Steve whipped their heads to each other and flushed equal shades of deep red. Before either could jump the other, Natasha wrapped her arm through YN’s and pulled her from the room.

“We’ll return her later tonight, Steve!” Natasha beamed and Bucky rolled his eyes fondly at his girl.

“I’ll make sure she's in one piece, Steve.” He reassured and Steve pulled Bucky into a quick embrace once more.

“Thank you, Buck. You don’t know how much this means to us.” He murmured and Bucky shrugged.

“She’s growing on me.” He stated. “At least someone can get you to stop your impulse decisions— takes a hell of a person to do that. Maybe I should ask for pointers.” Steve scoffed, shooing Bucky towards the doors.

“Make sure my girl doesn’t drown in taffeta, please,” Steve asked and just as Bucky was about to turn around once more, Steve grabbed his arm with a coy smile on his face. “I’ll make sure Nat doesn’t burn down every boutique I drag her out in a few months in return.”

“Shut up, Punk.”

“Not a chance, Jerk.”

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The wedding boutique was something that reminded YN of heaven. Soft, white fabrics hung from racks that lined the walls and warm brown woods framed the tall ceiling. There was a sign welcoming the ‘Mrs. Rogers’ wedding party on a table which was full of champagne and orange juice and gourmet desserts. The worker was gorgeous and young and she welcomed all of YN and her party with a smile and a firm handshake.

Bucky and Natasha watched carefully as YN squealed and rushed to Michaela who was waiting already with YN’s mother who looked like she had already been crying.

“Mich!” YN squealed, rushing over and wrapping her arms tightly around her friend. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around— everything has been so freaking busy and—“ She was shushed by her friends stern look.

“Hey, we still text like we usually do and we still call once a week. It’s okay. You’re life is crazy and I’m still not going anywhere.” Michaela smiled and YN wrapped her arms around her, mumbling a quick thank you and turning to her mom.

YN’s mom was a short woman, stout but with an effortlessly kind and warm smile. She smiled and cupped YN’s face, eyes trailing over her face and down her body, eyes fixating on the bump. She smiled softly, and kissed YN’s cheek.

“I’m so happy for you, my girl.” She smiled and YN ducked her head, frowning.

“I have to apologize. I know I haven’t been around much since dad, and I should have been there for you more. I hope you can forgive me.” YN whispered and YN’s mom cooed at her daughter, a sad smile on her face.

“I was never mad at you, Baby. You’ll know soon enough that you forgive your kid the second they do something wrong.” YN’s mom gave her a soft smile and YN let out a choked sob as she fell to her moms shoulder, arms holding her close.

“I love you, mama.” She cried and YN’s mom shushed her, petting her hair and closing her eyes.

“I love you, Baby.”

Natasha, Bucky and Michaela had busied themselves with the snack table as YN and her mother reunited, and Bucky’s chest burned with the curiosity of the things he had just learned. Why had YN pulled away from her mom? What happened to her father?

YN sniffed and stood to her full height, wiping her face and turning around to her friends.

“Okay, let’s get a move on and start crying for good reasons. I made a promise to my fiancee which I very much intend to keep.” YN smiled and Micheala snorted, catching Natasha’s eyes who understood quickly what the promise may have held. “Can you guys pick some dresses for me?”

The team dispersed, finding themselves in corners of the room and sifting through dresses which melded into the other. YN rubbed her tummy as she wandered around, looking at fabrics and touching the ones that caught her eye. She pulled the ones with the most welcoming texture and handed them off to the clerk who was following her, with an eager smile.

After a particularly sharp kick from baby, YN grunted and looked down at her swollen tummy.

“Hey, Kid. Chill out, yeah? Mom has to pick out a pretty dress for your daddy and their wedding day. Then, we can go home and hang out, okay? I think I’ll be able to send a text to Dad and ask if he can get some of that really spicy chilli you like so much. Maybe the one with the seafood? You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” YN rambled, rubbing her tummy and humming with relief when baby started to calm down at the sound of moms voice. Bucky was on the other side of the rack, listening in and smiling softly to himself as she continued to ramble. She was talking about the weather now, and went on a tangent about showing baby off by wearing sundresses and overalls and rompers.

“You’re smiling like a crazy person, you know.” Natasha sidled up to him, a dress over her arm and nudging him.

“She’s growing on me. I think she’s been talking about the weather for five minutes.” He chuckled, running his fingers over a dress with a deep v-cut with stars patterned on it. He pulled it out and looked at the princess skirt and nodded to himself, pulling it and throwing it over his arm. He turned to look down at his tiny girlfriend and kissed her forehead. The rush of the idea of Natasha in white just for him almost made him dizzy and he grabbed her chin, kissing her soundly.

“What was that for?” Natasha smiled, breathless. He loved how he could get her like this— he was the only one besides Steve who got to see her for her vulnerable self and he was completely head over heels with that notion.

“Just because.” He shrugged, the flat box in his inside jacket pocket feeling hot and heavier than ever. He carried it everywhere with him, just waiting for the proper moment. She let herself blush and smirk, looking down as she turned away and walking to the change room with a slight barely-there skip in her step.

On the other side of the railing, YN finally turned back to the change room, letting the clerk in with her and undressing. She pulled don the first dress— a simple maternity mermaid dress. The stomach was stretchy, but formfitting and was more comfortable than YN could have imagined. It was rather plain, however, and YN found herself disenchanted with it.

The reactions o it was a solid 6/10— the hype of the first wedding dress main up five of those points. YN was sent back quickly under the guise fo ‘we can do better’.

The next few dresses were magical, and Michaela preened when it was her dress which garnered the first veil try on.

The dress was a simple, soft fabric floaty thing— it made YN look as if there was a constant, flattering breeze and it accented all the best parts of her. The sleeves were comfortable and the low back was gorgeous. The only problem that YN could find was the fact that she would have to wear a maternity bra to prevent her from leaking all over the dress.

“It was close though, babe.” YN smiled and winked.

Natasha’s dress was a short one— an a-line skirt that brushed to YN’s mid-calf and YN was almost fully enchanted with it. It was reminiscent of the classic 1940’s style and YN thought Steve would drop dead if he saw her in something like this.

“Maybe for the reception?” Her mother asked, wiping the corners fo her eyes.

“I don’t think I want to have to have a dress which isn’t good for both, you know?” YN asked, and everyone nodded. YN was slowly getting more tired, but also incredibly restless, thinking about Steve waiting for her at home. It had been a few hours since she had last seen her guy and YN wanted no more of it. Thankfully, there was one dress left— Bucky’s.

The dress was gorgeous. It was a layered, soft skirt— the dress looked like something out of a fairy tale or a Taylor Swift music video. The dress had a high waistline which could be adjusted to accommodate YN’s future eight-month bump she would have for their wedding in June. The top was beautiful— there were already maternity cups sewn into the fabric which allowed her to not have to worry about the bra situation or the deep v-line which only accentuated the curves of her boobs and the scooping back which showed off the perfect amount of skin (which Steve would love). The sleeves were transparent but long, and everything was easy to dance in and move around in. The selling point, however, was the subtle white pattern of stars under the top layer of fabric. It was a barely-there detail, but when YN looked in the mirror and saw all the details that worked so well together, she burst into tears.

She collected herself enough to be able to see, and walked out, the clerk holding the slight trail as she walked out into the main room.

The reaction was immediate— both Michaela and YN’s mom started crying immediately, and Natasha covered her mouth, a smile stretching over her face as she looked at her best friends fiancee stare at herself in the mirror. Bucky, however, remained without reaction. This was his dress, and this was his best friends soulmate and this was everything he had wanted for Steve since kindergarten. His body was numb and his hands were on fire and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

“I think this is a good veil one, I think.” The clerk smiled, grabbing one and bringing it over to YN. Before the worker could pin it to YN’s hair, Bucky shot up.

“May I?” He murmured, and the clerk nodded and handed it to him, backing off immediately— he couldn’t even care if it was for fear because this was such a huge moment. He took the clip and slid it into YN’s hair, fluffing it out and peeking over her shoulder to look at her in the mirror.

Perfect. He walked around the podium she stood on, coming to face her and looked up at her. She looked down at him with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She wrung her hands nervously until Bucky took them in his own.

“YN YLN.” He started, voice low. “I am happy that you’re marrying my best friend. I’m sorry I’ve been less than kind to you, but seeing you together, and seeing how much you love this baby and how much you fit in with everyone is really, really making you grow on me. I’m so happy I’m going to be able to call you my sister-in-law soon.” He smiled and YN, without thinking, pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” She sobbed softly, and she could vaguely hear everyone behind them reacting the same— even Natasha had let out a loud gasp. “You don’t understand how much this means to me, James.”

Bucky returned her hug slowly and kissed her temple briefly.

“Welcome to the family, kid.” He smiled, and she wiped her eyes, turning around tot he wedding party, still holding onto Bucky’s hand and smiling.

“I think I’ve found my dress.” She smiled, squeezing Bucky’s hand and laughing as everyone shot from their seats and crowded around her, showering her with hugs and kisses and happy.

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lambychop · 5 years

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Ultimate Horror Flick List

I know this isn’t usually my style, but 🎵it’s the most wonderful time of the year🎵

That’s right: it’s the spoopy month! Which means SPOOPY MOVIES

So I present to you:

IRONICENIGMA’S ULTIMATE HORROR FLICK LIST FOR ALL TYPES OF FILM LOVERS

1) For the Gore Hounds

•Saw series- the classic films for the guys who just wanna see some people get ripped to shreads (honestly, after the second one, they go downhill)

•Jigsaw- the more recent edition to the Saw series (this ones actually pretty good and FULL of gore)

•Hostel- Saw Studies Abroad (TM)

•Final Destination series- kinda a dumb one. The movies can be kinda dumb, but the kills are INSANE. Fun movies to watch with the gang

•Texas Chainsaw Massacre- you know it, you love it, I don’t gotta explain it

•Cannibal Holocaust- seriously messed up. Banned in multiple countries. It’s something special.

•The Midnight Meat Train- lesser known, kinda weird, super bloody

•Cabin Fever- gross disease makes you loose your skin. Nasty

•Wrong Turn- basically The Hills Have Eyes but with funner kills

2) The Classic Slashers

•Scream series- one of my faves. Classic story of small town teens with a killer on the loose. Lots of fun

•Friday the Thirteenth- do I have to tell you why this is here?

•Nightmare on Elm Street- Johnny Depp getting turned into a volcano of blood? I’m in.

•Halloween- can’t have Halloween without the movie that took the name, right?

•My Bloody Valentine (the original one)- one of my all time favorite movies. Creepy killer, great group of characters, great time

•Sleepaway Camp- infamous for its batshit ending. Kinda weird ngl, but a classic

•The Town That Dreaded Sundown- Based on a real killer. Oldie, but goodie

•Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon- different take on the slasher genre. Fun look into the life of a movie slasher

•You’re Next- badass female lead? Check. Masked murderers? Check. Family bonding? Uh sure okay

•I Know What You Did Last Summer- secrets are bad. Roll credits

3) Supernatural (demons, ghosts, etc)

•The Conjuring- it’s pretty popular, you know it

•Insidious- also popular. Moral: your body is a ghost hotel

•Sinister- classic demon: likes kids, likes brutal deaths, likes to appear in the background of pictures

•The Exorcist- obviously

•Lights Out- ghosts are scared of light, that’s all you need to know

•The Sixth Sense- not really scary. Actually pretty wholesome. In an “I see dead people” kinda way

•The Rite- priest Anthony Hopkins coughs up nails

•The Omen- aka don’t trust kids

•1408- haunted hotel room. Someone call the ghoul bois

•The Amityville Horror- based on true events. Well at least we know the murders were real and the house is creepy

•The Skeleton Key- Old People+Voodoo= bad time

•Haunting In Connecticut- also a “true” story. Don’t buy a house that used to be a morgue

•The Autopsy Of Jane Doe- boy bonds with dad over dead teenage girl

•Mama- moths are gross, ghosts are worse. Dead Mom from Beetlejuice, but now a movie

•Rosemary’s Baby- dont trust thy neighbor

•The Shinning- classic. That’s all I’ve got to say

•The Orphanage- again: creepy kids

•Stir Of Echos- Kevin Bacon sees ghosts. Must I say more?

•The Others- haunted house story with a twist ending

4) Creature Features

•Trick ‘r Treat- classic Halloween film. Fun, creepy, iconic

•The Ritual- camping trip turns bad. Monster looks really cool

•A Quiet Place- you’ve probably seen it. Jim from the office speaks sign language

•The Babadook- children’s storybook is not kid friendly

•Backcountry- bears are dangerous

•Alien- you’ve seen this already but it needs to be here

•The Descent- dont watch if your claustrophobic

•An American Werewolf In London- also a fave. Best werewolf movie ever made

•The Monster- lesser know, actually pretty good

•The Thing- classic. Super good. Based on a short story. No one can be trusted because you don’t know if they’re even them

5) Horror Comedies

•Zombieland- hysterical. Bloody. Great cast

•Cabin In The Woods- this movie is insane. Combine every horror monster ever, the Illuminati, and the Office- that’s this movie

•Shaun of the Dead- the classic horror comedy

•Scary Movie series- less horror, ridiculous comedy

•This Is The End- again, like no horror, but one of the funniest films ever

6)Found Footage (not a great genre, but some can be pretty entertaining)

•The Blair Witch Project- basically the king of the found footage films. You’ve seen it

•The Conspiracy- the Illuminati is real and they don’t like to be filmed

•Paranormal Activity series- kinda annoying to horror fans. Relies on jump scares and the characters are idiots. But if I’m doing a section on foud footage, this has to be here

•Creep- okay this movie actually really disturbed me. People are absolutely insane. Don’t meet up with people from Craigslist

•V/H/S series- basically a anthology of short horror films. Kinda fun

•Apollo 18- the government faked the moon landing because they found some crazy shit

•The Sacrament- Jonestown caught on camera

•As Above So Below- Paris Catacombs are wack

•Grave Encounters- what if Ghost Adventures actually found ghosts

•Unfriended Dark Web- lets be honest: the first one sucked. Second one is actually not bad. Take away the ghosts, add the black market

•The Poughkeepsie Tapes- lesser know, can be hard to find. Really disturbing. Basically watching a serial killer tape his crimes

•Cold Ground- Set up to look just like it’s out of the seventies. It’s pretty fun

•The Last Exorcism- priests are liers

•Quarantine- English version of [REC]. I wouldn’t say it’s great, but it’s something

•Hell House LLC.- kids set up a haunted house. People die

•The Houses October Built- again with the haunted houses. Don’t trust em

•The Bay- Cabin Fever but found footage-y

•Willow Creek- y’all gotta leave Bigfoot alone

•Lake Mungo- girl drowns, family sees her ghost. No jump scares with this one, like most found footage. Mostly just a family in mourning

•The Tunnel- if the government says to stay out, STAY OUT

•The Taking Of Deborah Logan- alzheimers itself is awful to go through, but let’s add some more spooks

•The Possession Of Michael King- another possession film? Yep they just keep comin

•The Last Broadcast- suspicious murder of tv hosts

6) Family Fun

•Hocus Pocus- okay obviously

•Beetlejuice- dark humor in a “kids” film. Most of the comedy caters to adults, but it’s an awesome film

•Corpse Bride- guy accidentally marries dead girl. Wholesome family fun

•The Nightmare Before Christmas- my fave Disney film. Super cute

•Frankenweenie- dead dog=goodest boy

•Paranorman- sixth sense but now for kids+zombies

•Coraline- Might scar some small children, but I loved it when it came out when I was 8

7) Psychological

•Midsommar- happy cult family holds a festival

•Funny Games- home invasion movie done well. No cheap thrills, just some sadistic shit

•The Strangers- dont answer the door for people wearing masks when it’s not Halloween are you crazy

•The Perfection- artistic, bloody, absolute mind fuck

•Gerald’s Game- sexy time turns not good

•Unsane- imagine being stalked and no one believes you. That’s the premise

•Triangle- ummmmmmmm wtf is happening what time is it??

•It Comes At Night- trust is bad. Paranoia is good.

•The Silence of the Lambs- my personal favorite film. Serial killer helps rookie detective find another serial killer

•Jacob’s Ladder- Vietnam vet struggles with EXTREMELY terrifying visions

AND THERE YOU GO. I have seen plenty more, so if you don’t see one you’d like on this list, hit me up with what kinda movie you’re lookin for and I’ll hook you up amigo

#halloween #horror #movies #movie recommendation #horror movies

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authorlmfletcher · 5 years

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Miraculous Valentines Stories: Day 9

Cupid (AKA The Black Cat Takes Charge)

Read all our Valentine’s Stories from the prompts provided by @wearemiraculous here: Ao3 or FFnet

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Plagg couldn't take it anymore. He was going to lose his mind. This kid needed to get a grip already. If he had to listen to one more moping sighfest about the lack of development in the love department, Plaggwas going to lose his mind.

Adrien flopped on the bed face first with a pathetic sounding moan, leaving Plagg rolling his eyes.

There really was only so much a kwami could take. Especially since he knew that the kid's love interest really did love him back, but the stupid rules of Miraculous magic made it physically impossible to share any of that kind of information. This called for more cheese. Lots more cheese.

Gulping down camembert in a fashion that others might consider unhealthy, Plagg wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he contemplated what exactly he should do with the kid.

Adrien shifted, flopping onto his back and lying starfish style on the bed.

"Why does there have to be another guy, Plagg? Why can't she just love me?"

Suppressing the groan that threatened to escape, Plagg shoved more cheese into his cheeks and simply made some non-committal grunts. Cheese was easy to love. It never loved someone else instead or thought you were annoying.

"Lots of other cheese in the fridge," Plagg quipped, cramming another chunk in.

"Ya, but Ladybug is like Camembert. She is my favourite." Blinking, Plagg paused in the ravenous devouring of his cheese collection. The kid was using cheese to describe Ladybug? Crap, this was worse than he thought.

Swallowing one last piece for confidence, Plagg landed softly on the pillow beside Adrien's head.

"Listen, kid. Love is overrated.”

“What do you know about love know anyway?” Adrien huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes. For a moment, Plagg considered biting the hand that now rested near him. How frustrating could one kid be? His eons of existence suddenly weighed heavy on him. Definitely too old for this crap. Eternity was easy. Moody, lovesick teenagers were impossible.

“Hey, SugarCube.”

He knew she’d show up sooner or later. She always did when he visited in the middle of the night, lounging on the balcony chair beneath the stars. And just like always, her disapproving glare filled him with joy.

“I said not to call me that. What are you doing here?”

“Too much drama. That kid is dragging me down with all his pouting. Can’t you get your Ladybug to do something already?”

Tikki’s sigh in response wasn’t quiet.

“We can’t do that, Plagg. You know that. They can’t know each other’s identity.”

As much as he loved Tikki, Plagg vehemently disagreed. Especially with Adrien. This was getting out of hand and this kid needed SOMEONE to love him. A frustrated rumble threatened under his usually aloof attitude.

“That’s dumb,” he growled, making Tikki roll her eyes in exasperation.

“Just go back to Chat Noir. Let things happen as they are supposed to.”

He didn’t want to let things happen as they were supposed to. He wanted to make that kid happy. Maybe, just maybe, he needed to take matters into his own paws. Plagg’s stomach rolled.

This called for more cheese.

It took rest of the night, but finally he found matching pictures of Marinette and Ladybug, leaving them open side by side on the computer screen, in the exact same angle. Surely the stance, the pigtails, the gleam in the exact same coloured eyes would tweak something. Anything. But the kid just clicked the pictures shut without a blink.

At school, he dared to hide in Marinette’s little bag where she kept Tikki. The look on Pigtail’s face was priceless when she opened the bag and found both kwamis. Tikki glared dangerously - knowing he was up to something, but he just yawned and stretched without a care in the world.

“Plagg,” Marinette hissed, “why aren’t you with Chat Noir?”

He shrugged.

“He’s nearby. I’m just spending time with SugarCube.”

Tikki’s groaned in frustration while Marinette paled.

“Don’t listen to him, Marinette. Plagg is trying to cause-”

A loud crash in the distance snapped Marinette’s head up. Tikki’s glare intensified.

“Go to Chat Noir. NOW.”

He stuck out his tongue at her before rushing back to Adrien, who didn’t look overly thrilled.

“Where were you?” he growled, throwing out his fist to call his transformation. Plagg just shrugged.

“Hanging out with Ladybug,” Plagg drawled, enjoying the look of surprise on the kid’s face before getting sucked into the ring. That would leave some questions for later.

Maybe he should have taken a tally of all the different kinds of glares he was getting in a single day, Plagg mused while Adrien rambled on about how important it was the kwami stay hidden. When finally the kid sank onto the couch in a flop and the glare turned to a soft plea, he knew it was showtime.

“Why were you with Ladybug anyway?”

A casual, nonchalant shrug.

“She smells nice. And SugarCube loves when I come for snuggles, even if she likes to glare at me first.” Adrien’s eyes narrowed.

“So you know who she is?”

Another shrug.

“Yep.”

A long pause as the kid considered.

“Can you tell me?”

“Sure. Ladybug is M- blech .” Stupid magical bubbles. With a growl, he flew to the computer desk, clicking the mouse with vigour to pull up a picture of Marinette but, in typical black cat bad luck fashion, the computer froze.

“Nope. I can’t tell you, apparently.”

Being Cupid was stupid. Plagg's new motto felt appropriate as Adrien missed yet another clue. If Plagg didn't know better, he would swear the kid was actively trying not to see them. It wasn’t that the kid was dense or oblivious. Blindness is real, especially when there’s a heart involved.

Gross.

It was a good thing he needed cheese to recharge and not wine because at this rate, he would die from alcohol poisoning with the amount of bolstering he needed as he attempted to somehow get through to the kid.

Every time Marinette talked to him, Plagg poked Adrien’s chest from inside the pocket. Every time an akuma alert went off, Plagg asked about Pigtails and where she went. Every time Adrien moped about another rejection from Ladybug, Plagg “accidentally” sent Marinette a text with the word “hi.” Casually leaving pictures of Marinette open on the computer.

He even went so far as to whine incessantly about needing cheese bread until Adrien finally gave in and visited the bakery to get some. Marinette blushed behind the counter as she prepped the order.

“What is your problem, Plagg?” the kid asked as Plagg shoved the freshly baked amazingness into his mouth. “You have never been this annoying before.”

“Trying to be Cupid here, kid.” The kid looked puzzled.

“What?”

“I’m trying to help your love life.”

Adrien blinked in surprise, staring blankly at Plagg.

“By begging me for cheese bread?” Plagg nodded, gulping down another chunk. Pigtails’ family sure knew how to make great bread - this stuff was delicious.

“Why?”

Plagg stopped chewing long enough to make sure he looked Adrien right in the eye.

“Your friend smells nice. And SugarCube likes it when I visit.”

Another blink. Plagg groaned and gave up, stuffing the rest of the bread down his throat.

Time to step it up to the next level.

Plagg’s eyes followed the kid around his room as he prepared for school, chatting away about something to do with Ladybug. He always chatted away about something to do with Ladybug.

Tikki would likely kill him, but it was time to do something drastic.

The moment the door of the car opened at school, Plagg made a noise to draw Adrien’s attention before making a beeline for the locker room. Unable to call after him, the kid jogged behind, trying to find out where Plagg was going. Plagg waited just out of view from the rest of the kids until Adrien stepped into the room.

Glaring eyes connected with his, making Plagg grin before phasing through the door to Marinette’s locker and finding somewhere to lounge until Pigtails arrived.

“What are you DOING?” Adrien growled from the other side of the metal. “Get out of there!”

“Nope. I like Pigtails. She smells nice.”

A loud thump on the door made him jump a little.

“Come on Plagg. What if Marinette sees you?”

That was the point.

Sounds of shuffling in the locker room got quieter before a loud ring of the morning bell. Pigtails and her habit of being late. Feet smacking against the tiled floor echoed through the now-empty room. Plagg wondered if Adrien had left or was waiting still.

The locker door flung open, revealing Marinette’s flustered face. When she saw Plagg, her mouth made a perfect little “o” shape before she gasped out his name.

“Hey Pigtails. Morning.” He took his time stretching and yawning.

“What are you-?” Her voice was cut off by the sudden and surprising appearance of Adrien beside her, making Marinette jump and screech in response. It was so incredibly hard not to laugh at the expressions on both their faces.

Plagg struggled to keep his typically haughty attitude as Marinette floundered in an attempt to prevent Adrien from looking into her locker and Adrien tried to keep her from noticing the kwami on her shelf. These two needed to be their dork selves together.

As if by divine destiny, both their phones vibrated loudly with an akuma alert. Adrien’s eyes darted to Plagg in a panic, unsure exactly what he was going to do in order to get transformed. Plagg was enjoying this far too much, leaning farther back into his lounge to wait.

“Go Marinette. Get somewhere safe.” The kid even started pushing Marinette towards the exit. She just eyed him nervously, glancing over her shoulder at the still-opened locker door. It looked like maybe Adrien would actually get the girl out the main locker room so it was time for action.

“Tikki!” Plagg shouted. Definitely going to be a fun way to die at least. “Pigtails needs you.”

That made the kid freeze in surprise, a wide-eyed gape as he stared at Marinette in a brand-new light.

“Milady?” he breathed, making her stumbled backwards in surprise.

“Chat?!”

Tikki flew out of her hiding spot in the little bag, buzzing angrily in his direction with her brilliant blue eyes practically shooting daggers.

Plagg grinned.

Mission accomplished.

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erineverly · 5 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴’𝚂 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽-𝙾𝙽𝚂 ?

kissing ( lips, neck, chest, inner thighs, stomach, basically everywhere ! she won’t say it but she’s obsessed with kisses so . . . just kiss her ! ), pinning, nipple play, having her hair pulled / pulling her partner’s hair, love bites & marking / being marked, the smell of whatever cologne axl likes to use, his raspy voice in the morning, teasing, being spanked, being tied up but also occasionally tying her partner up, being dominated, DIRTY TALK, when her partner is possessive over her in public ( 👀 ), when axl puts his hand on her thigh while driving ( that’s why she so often tells him NOT to, innocent babe gets all hot and bothered )

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴’𝚂 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽-𝙾𝙵𝙵𝚂 ?

humiliation / degradation, blood play and all those nasty things that no one with an ounce of common sense does to the person they care about, heavy smell of alcohol & bad breath / bad hygiene in general, cat-calling, one night stands ( simply because in erin’s mind LOVE and intimacy aren’t disconnected, one leads to another and she has a hard time thinking of sex in any other categories — it only makes sense if it happens between two people who truly love and care for each other )

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 ( 𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 ! ) ?

NO. even as curious as she is, erin has not once considered engaging in a threesome ( she finds it hard to believe that there are people out there willing to do such things, the concept seems unrealistic and made up ). she sees it as a form of cheating. if her partner suggested a threesome, she would feel deeply hurt and offended by the mere question alone.

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂 ?

erin’s first REAL kiss happens with axl in the summer of 1986, when she’s almost twenty-one years old and finally sure about her feelings for him — she knows that she wants to spend the rest of her life with this one man and no one else, he’s the love of her life and her soulmate. so, obviously, she considers this kiss her very first one ( simply because it’s the most meaningful one ). back in high school, she never had a real boyfriend and she only let valentine kiss her on the cheek. of course, there were times when he somehow managed to miss the side of her face and went for the lips but erin refuses to call any of those her first kiss. so, summer ’86 that is !

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽 ?

YES ! of course ! erin has very conservative / traditional views when it comes to what she defines as a happy family — she believes that it would be incomplete without babies. it seems natural to her that when two people truly love each other, they’ll eventually get married and have children together. she’s always dreamed of becoming a mother. even when she’s as young as twenty years old, she’s determined to have a bunch of tiny feet running around her house one day in the future. FOUR seems like a good number.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴’𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ?

heterosexual ( or should i say . . . ax-sexual )

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚅𝙸𝚁𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈 ?

in 1987.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝟹 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴’𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 ?

ERIN IS A PURE BABY AND HAS ABSOLUTELY NO KINKS ! *cough* bondage, spanking, power play *cough*

𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 ?

well . . . technically, erin’s never cheated on anyone but she’s known for her mind games and constant crying for attention — so, she’s definitely not an innocent angel. when she’s in a relationship with axl, she does flirt with other men ( preferably rockstars because they resemble him in a way ) but only to make her boyfriend jealous and possessive over her, thinking that it’s going to encourage him to care more about her. then again, words are just words, she doesn’t actually kiss or touch anyone. she’s NEVER slept with another man while in a relationship but yes, unfortunately, she has been cheated ON ( by jack, probably matthew as well ).

𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃 ?

LOVE. how can it even be a question in the first place ?

𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙼 ? 𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷 ?

she enjoys the submissive role best — she likes it when her partner dominates her and shows her his physical strength ( which is definitely a turn on for her ) but she doesn’t just lie there and do nothing. and although at first she’s afraid of taking control because of her lack of experience, later she learns how pleasurable and fun being on top is.

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾𝚈𝚂 ?

at first, erin absolutely HATES toys but only because she views them as something bad, something that’s supposed to replace her partner, something that means the two of them alone in bed are no longer enough to satisfy him. she finds them disgusting and doesn’t want them anywhere near her bedroom but . . . everything slowly changes with time. after a few long, very embarrassing conversations and awkward encounters, she learns how to use them. she doesn’t reach for them often but she does have a few favorites ( the red ball gag that axl uses as a necklace and probably gives erin heart attacks by walking around with it on, a pair of fuzzy cuffs & the infamous pink vibrator ).

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙳 ?

obviously, when she’s just learning what physical intimacy and pleasure are, she doesn’t last very long — she’s like a teenager but luckily for her partner, if he’s skilled enough, she enjoys going more than one time in one night ( multiple orgasms = pure magic ). she eventually learns how to last longer and later on, she’s rather hard to please ( we pity everyone who comes after axl and tries to take her THERE ).

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙽 ?

erin doesn’t know what porn is to begin with. she doubts that it’s even a real thing, finds it hard to believe that people would do something so disgusting for money. she HATES adult movies, finds them more terrifying than horrors with all the blood and gore. if she discovers axl’s magazines, she first bawls her eyes out ( because it obviously means that he no longer finds her body interesting, she’s clearly not enough for him ) and then fights him until there are police officers standing at their front door. fun for the whole neighborhood.

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙴 ?

NO, NO, NO ! no, she doesn’t. well . . . at least, that’s what she tells everyone who asks, making grossed out faces and gagging noises while turning red and shaking her head but . . . the truth is slightly different. she definitely doesn’t do it as a teenager, she begins to discover her own body later in life when she’s already a young adult and her boyfriend is miles away, touring with his band. the nights without him slowly become restless, dreams of him torment her, leave her breathless and covered in sweat. she eventually has no other choice but to give in. she doesn’t do it often as she views it as something shameful but it does happen ( especially when axl isn’t there ). oops.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝚄𝙳𝙴𝚂 ?

in modern verse: NO. not on purpose, at least. she may send accidental nudes — if she’s bathing and baby rose is in the bathroom with her because she’s home alone and needs to keep an eye on them, the baby does something cute and she snaps a picture, sends it to axl without thinking twice ( and there’s her reflection in the mirror. naked. rip ).

𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙳 ?

in the beginning, she’s way too shy to make any sounds other than quiet pants and gasps, she definitely doesn’t talk dirty or voice her needs in any way, but later — she is pretty vocal. #ripherneighbors

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙴𝚇 ? 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 ?

again, it’s a complex thing for erin, there’s no simple answer to this question. around 1987 - 1988, she’s still very shy and unwilling to experiment with giving oral sex. NOT because she finds her partner disgusting ( she loves him and thinks his body is beautiful ), but because the act itself seems way too sinful, wrong and immoral. it’s something reserved for perverts and degenerates. she dislikes the unfamiliar taste and the feeling as though she was about to suffocate. it grosses her out. that being said, she’s also reluctant to have it performed on her — she feels too exposed, worries that her partner may HATE it and . . . how embarrassing is that ? having someone’s face in your crotch ? however, it takes a few powerful orgasms to have her questioning herself. it feels really good and eventually becomes one of her favorite things ever. she comes to the conclusion that if SHE loves it so much, axl will, too, and decides not to deprive him of that. of course, it doesn’t come easy to her ( she does bite the poor singer and gives a few incredibly awkward blowjobs ) but then she gets better at it. she won’t admit it but by the time it’s 1990, she does enjoy giving it — of course, more than the act itself, she adores watching axl’s reactions and knowing that she’s the one making him experience all these good things. that being said, she doesn’t do it willingly for her other partners — when she and axl are done, it seems beyond disgusting and repulsive again.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚇 ?

night, for sure ! because then she can relish in soft kisses and cuddles afterwards, fall asleep in her partner’s arms and truly relax. but then she also enjoys lazy mornings in bed / shower sex to start the day right.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 ?

yes ! erin has been dreaming about her wedding day ever since she was a little girl. she wants to have a traditional ceremony, in a beautiful, old church, filled with flowers ( roses and sunflowers ), with her friends and family there to witness it and experience this magical moment of joy with her. she even has a secret diary / journal where she draws different sketches of her future wedding dress — she wants to design it herself to make it even more personal and unique, something straight out of a fairytale.

𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙶𝙴 ?

she says no but . . . of course, she is smh. she enjoys being the one who’s getting tied up but one of her secret fantasies involves her tying axl up 👀

#headcanons.#erin hates you for tagging her in this rip #shes too embarrassed to ever speak again #shell live the rest of her life hiding under her bed #IT WAS SO FUN LMBO EVEN IF IM EMBARRASSED SMH MY CHILD IS WILD #thanks for posting this <3

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retro-rezz-the-est · 6 years

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Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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Stray Kids During Valentines

Member: Strays Kids

Plot: Stray kids during Valentines

Genre: explosion of uwu = Floof

Note: Literally no one fucking asked for this but your welcome and HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVE Also wazzup my single bisses!!!

[ Masterlist ]

[ C H A N ]

•if y'all thought Chan ain’t doing the most you’re absolutely wrong

•he has been waiting for this special moment for a whole ass month

•taking mental notes of things you really like/want and items that are popular on valentines

•but just to deceive you he’ll just send a “Happy Valentine’s Day, Love” with your guys special heart emoji

•and as soon as you walk out of your apartment to run some errands Chan would let himself in and set to work

•being the sentimental little shit he is, as soon as you walked into your apartment he’d have your guys song playing with rose petals leading to him and the romantic dinner he had ready for you

•and it doesn’t even end there sis

•after a cute little dinner and maybe some slow dancing Chan would lead you to your bedroom where his biggest gift was

•on your bed would be your favorite flowers along with a couple of gifts accompanied by a huge teddy bear

•and to tie it all off he’d give you his goofy little grin before hugging you close

•ending the night with the both cuddled nicely together just enjoying each other presence

[ W O O J I N ]

•so you know how his nickname is bear?

•expect an abnormally large bear sitting on your living room couch

•and expect it to attack you in a hug...well attempt to...

•it’s kinda hard to hug someone when there’s a huge stuffed bear between you

•though after he’d gotten rid of the bear he’d hug you real right in his arms before telling you to get ready

•he’d already have a big day planned out for the both you in advance

•and when you came out all dressed and cute Woojin would have no problem with showering you in compliments and maybe some kisses before taking you out on his adventure filled day

•he’d take you out for lunch at your favorite café and then take you to the new amusement park you had been raving about

•and there he’d probably let you take as many of those corny couple pictures as you’d like

•because today was all about you and Woojin wanted to make sure that today was like no other

•after the amusement park he’d take you to that fancy restaurants he’s been meaning to take you to and have a romantic dinner with you

•which would probably consist of some flirty and reminiscing on when on you guys first started dating

•and end the night with you cuddled nicely in his arms

[ M I N H O ]

•he about to hoe this one out- I’m kidding...but am I?

•no but forreal he’s been planning this one out for a while

•except he wouldn’t let you know and simply act like he planned out a pretty simple date with you

•like he’d arrive at your apartment with a typical bouquet of your favorite flowers along with a large teddy bear you had been raving about for months and your favorite movie in hand

•but half way through the movie he’d suddenly get up insisting you stay in bed while he goes tend something

•and while you continued to watch the movie he’d begin to set up for the romantic dinner just for the two of you

•He’d cook your favorite dish and have the dining room table nicely decorated with candles and flower petals neatly scattered on the table for some accents just like he had seen in the movies

•And when you finally came out to check on him the soft sound of a piano would hit you and lead you to your kitchen where your man stood a wide grin on his lips

•”Happy Valentine’s Babe.”

[ C H A N G B I N ]

•Not wanting to be predictable Changbin would opt for a more toned down Valentines that he knew you’d still enjoy

•Changbin would get up super duper early and sneak into your apartment and make you breakfast that you could eat in bed, because his baby needs to start the morning off right

•and after he’d give you your morning kisses and tell you to get ready because he wanted to explore the city with you, even if he knew it like back of his hand

•He’d be super sweet the whole time too, like holding your hand in his coat pocket if it got to cold, talk to you cutely and gush to the old lady who ran the stand about how much he adored you

•Changbin would probably also take you to places that meant a lot to the both of you

•like where you both shared a lot of memories together

•to like reminisce and poke fun at your younger selves

•and afterwards he’d probably take you to the market and attempt to make a nice dinner with you (and try not to burn the apartment down)

[ H Y U N J I N ]

•Hyunjin had been listening to you closely for the past month or so

•and decided to no do all the cliche things on your guys first valentines

•since he’d rather do something he knew you’ve been wanting

•which is exactly why he showed up at your apartment in sweatpants, your favorite hoodie and a bag filled with your favorite movies and snacks

•of course he’d still bring a bouquet along with a new teddy bear to add to your collection

•but his main point for this valentines would be to cuddle you and watching movies and maybe sneak some kisses if you let him

•and he made his point pretty clear when he cutely buried his face into your neck before picking you up and rushing into your room

•he’d gently sit you on the bed before asking which movie to watch

•and when that is decided he’d jump onto the bed before cuddling into you, his head rested cutely on top of your chest

•and from there the both of would stay in each other’s arms, snacking on some sweets, having cute little conversations

•till eventually you both fall asleep in each other’s arms

[ J I S U N G ]

•being super soft for you meant he would do anything for you, even if it meant going on the Viking

•but luckily for him going to the amusement park wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do for Valentines

•though honestly he would rather spend time with you than do all the typical things couples did

•chilling in bed while playing games and watching movies felt the most ideal as long as you were okay with it

•plus he had a much bigger surprise for you that he had been working on for months

•since this year he decided to stray away from traditional valentine activities he decided that his surprise should be original as well

•and he’d probably show you his surprise when you guys were taking a break from your movie marathon

•like just out of nowhere “here listen to my new mixtape

•and it’s not even a mixtape it’s a fucking love song dedicated just for you uwu

•it’s kinda sappy but that’s okay cause it’s still a bop and only you can have it

[ F E L I X ]

•the moment he arrived at your apartment, to take you out, he’d be hauling a huge teddy bear on his back

•honestly the softest for you and even softer on this day

•you see it you like it you want it he bought it (I’ll go kms)

•no but forreal this boy is gonna shower you in affection

•anything you wanna do that day he’s like okay with actually heart eyes

•couples around you are shaking cuz it literally looks like you have Felix hooked and whipped permanently periodt

•like hoes better stay in their lane (I’m takin to you Karen)

•though besides going around town

•Felix would be a little bit more romantic and take you to an amusement when it got a bit darker outside

•and he’d win prizes for you, let you hold onto him during rides and kiss you at the top of the Ferris wheel

•and afterwards he’d take you to a cute little restaurant where the both of you can be that disgusting mushy couple

•that the old lady running the store would gush over

•and after all that he’d spend the rest of the night chilling you with either watching movies or playing video games

[ S E U N G M I N ]

•Being sentimental and wanting to be a photographer if not a singer really worked in this boy’s favor

•because yes he’d take you out on that typical cute teenage date

•where he arrives at your apartment with flowers and your favorite sweeties before taking you out to all your favorite places till the sun sets but that wouldn’t be his highlight

•and the moment you walked into the dorm you’d know something was going to happen

•partly because the typically noisy boys were nowhere to be found

•Seungmin would hurriedly leave your side telling you to take a seat on the couch while he fiddled with his laptop and the tv

•and before you’d even have time to question, your guys song would cut you off along with the sound your own voice

•while processing the video playing before your eyes Seungmin would plop down right next to you a goofy grin on his face

•not really minding when you aggressively punched his arm in half surprise and disbelief, having prepared himself for this moment for months

•after all he did make you cry on valentines, with this little film of all the precious moment you guys spent together, ranging on the spectrum of goofy to sentimental

[ J E O N G I N ]

•Have it be your guys first valentines he’d be nervous but since he absolutely adores you he’d want to make it the best

•so this cute little bean would take the time to make you a handmade card and pick out an arrangement of all your favorite flower in a bouquet before making his way to your apartment

•but rather than arriving and wanting to take you out on some fancy date or some cliche adventure he’d rather take you somewhere where you guys fancied

•like the park that you guys had visited a lot together

•he’d set up a little picnic with your guys favorite snacks and nice background music ( courtesy to Chan )

•and afterwards probably run around the park with you

•take turns pushing each other on the swings

•being that cute yet gross couple that kisses underneath the slide

•taking cute couple picture just to capture the moment

•and when it got late he’d walk you home where you both would probably fall asleep watching movies

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maren-reads-books · 5 years

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Ghosts of the Shadow Market by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, Maureen Johnson, Kelly Link and Robin Wasserman

The Shadow Market is a place that has been around for centuries. An odd community where faeries, warlocks, werewolves, shadowhunters and the like have come to trade secrets and goods, information and magic. Over its many years, in multiple cities, it has had a visitor who keeps coming back for one reason or another. Brother Zachariah, James Carstairs, Jem, or however you know him, has been attending various Shadow Markets for the majority of his existence. Follow Jem’s journeys through the Shadow Markets of the past and present as he meets friends and family, fights evil and finds love in this wonderful collection of stories bound to entrance you.

–SPOILERS–

Okay, let me just say that overall this book was a blessing and I couldn’t have anticipated (and trust me I was greedily awaiting this book) a better collection of stories. I think the best way to go about a book such as this one is to go story by story, give each one’s pros and cons, however imbalanced the two may be (many pros, not so many cons). So without further ado, in order (with some slight overlaps), is my review for Ghosts of the Shadow Market.

Cast Long Shadows: Let me just say that Matthew Fairchild is a blessing of a boy, James honestly could not have asked for a better parabatai, I just love my fashionable little drama queen. First off I love that he likes to have a good time and get into mischief (reminds me of Will), I also loved the way he greeted Jem when he saw him in the Shadow Market. His personality is infectious and I really hope we get to see more of him in the future especially with how the story left off. I felt so awful that that old lady tricked him, he was totally manipulated and he thought it was his fault and it made him so upset and then you find out centuries later that that awful woman knew what she was doing? And I was so worried for Charlotte but it was so nice to see her and Henry despite the circumstances. I love Charlotte so much she’s such an amazing person, she has endured so much as was so looked down upon but remained strong in the face of adversity, with the support of her wonderful family of course. But this story really made me feel for Matthew, I was so sad I just wanted to reach in and hug him. And when James tried to comfort him in the best way he could, it was so sweet, I really love them.

Every Exquisite Thing: Okay, first things first, the art in this book was spectacular and I just can’t even describe it, the picture of Anna was so beautiful. And the story, ugh, I loved it so much! Probably in my top three out of this book, for a couple of reasons. One: Anna is so amazing and I love her so much, her personality, the way she interacts with others, she’s just so sure of herself, just an all around beautiful human being. Two: She’s a major piece of (accurate) queer representation during a time period when being queer wasn’t super acceptable, especially for women. She was just so confident and accepting of herself and her sexuality, it’s inspiring. Three: Her parents are literally so cool. Her mother and father were so supportive and accepting! I loved the part where they were arguing over the color of the suit and not the fact that they got a suit for their daughter in the first place. It’s such a great message and it just made my heart absolutely melt. Yes, this story was sad at some parts, I mean she finally had her first love and then this girl told her they couldn’t be together because she was obligated to marry a man? Gross but accurate. I just really can’t get over how much I loved this story. I hope to see so much more of Anna in future pieces, she’s such an amazingly mysterious character. I also see where Alec gets it from *wink wink*

Learn About Loss: Yay, now we’re in America. And we get to hang out with Jem, not that he’s not already in every story in this book. Also yay, a new character, nice to meet you Iron Sister Emilia. Right off the bat I was super intrigued, it is not the usual spot for Jem to be, it’s unusual company and Shadow Markets shouldn’t exist in the middle of nowhere, neither should a full-fledged, free carnival during the sloughs of the Great Depression. But here we are, two immortal beings trying to figure out this madness. I don’t have a whole lot to say about this story except for its ending. Emilia is probably one of my new favorite people after what she did for Jem. Even though she didn’t want to make that deal with that demon she did it so that Jem and Will could go back to how things used to be before Will moved on from this world to the next and Jem stayed stuck in time having to live through the death of his parabatai. Also, the scene at the end where Will and Jem are together and they’re trying to figure out what’s happening and the first thing Jem thinks of is food, that’s a mood, to be honest. I also love that he suggested duck dumplings, and Will’s response was pure gold. I love the Herondale hatred towards ducks, it’s so random and probably one of my favorite quirky details in these books.

A Deeper Love: I love Tessa Gray. I love Tessa Gray! I honestly can’t express to you how much I love her but I’ll try. This story made me sad, probably the most out of any of these. Not only because it was taking place in such an awful time period, WWII is no joke. It was also sad because you just feel the way the grief was weighing on her. She loved Will so much, I can’t even imagine the pain. But Tessa had an amazing support system that she could turn to, it’s great to see the beginning of what will become a life long friendship. Then you add in Jem on his super secret mission, and he gets all messed up and I’m like *dead*, so he goes to Tessa because he can’t die without seeing her one last time and then she ends up saving his life in-between trying not to get blown up or set on fire. What a badass woman. Their relationship is so amazing, it has transcended time and it’s just really cool getting to see that background of their life together especially later in this book. It’s just super amazing to see that kind of love blossom over a century.

The Wicked Ones: This story had me messed up. It was so weird seeing Celine as a teenager when all we really know about her is that she’s Jace’s mom and that she was Stephen’s second wife after Valentine made him divorce Amatis. Also, the age difference is a bit much if you ask me. But it was interesting getting to learn more about her past especially since it’s something Jace ponders so often. It was also interesting getting to see the dynamics of the circle and how Valentine really got what he wanted, how he started this whole debacle. The way he manipulated Celine and took advantage of her childhood abuse was just revolting. It was so sad to see that she was willing to give up everything just to get Stephen to love her back even if it wasn’t real. It was so awful to read this and know everything that happens because of this, it was almost painful but it was so intriguing.

Son of the Dawn: Baby Jace do do do do. I was so happy I got to witness the moment of Jace’s beginnings in New York. We all kind of know the story, his “dad” died to he went to live with the Lightwoods and they took him in because Michael was Robert’s parabatai. Speaking of parabatai, it hit me hard when Jace, even though I know he changes his mind, said towards the end that parabatai are a weakness. It was so sad to see just how broken he was knowing that he’s happy now. This looking into the past stuff can be really upsetting. But it was intriguing to see all these characters that I know and love at the beginning of their stories. I loved that we got to see the beginning of Alec and Raphael’s “I distinctly remember you being twelve” thing, also I loved getting to see into little Izzy’s mind and what she was thinking when this strange boy arrived. It was so weird seeing Maryse and Robert, knowing what happens to them in the future and how much they evolve. But it was also nice knowing that all of these characters have so much development in the other books, it warmed my heart.

The Land I Lost: This story was by far my favorite story. I just love Malec so much I just can’t even begin to describe how incredibly happy they make me. I love Max, he’s such a cute little guy, wants to be just like Alec which I think is adorable (rolled his sweater in cat litter, ha! classic). Magnus and Alec are such good parents, it just melts my little heart! And then Alec has to leave and Max gets upset which is funny, he’s such a cute kid I seriously can’t get over it. I also think it’s funny that all he wants is a brother or a sister (and a dinosaur). I love love love Alec’s relationship with Lily, they’re the best of buds. On the topic of Lily Chen, her obsession with Jem is so funny, her nicknames for him are pure gold, peak comedy. I also love Elliot, despite his being a fairly minor character he always seems to pop up and he’s just a great source of comic relief (It’s hilarious that he likes Robert, I can’t get over it). But I was so incredibly appalled when they got to institute in Buenos Aires, that guy was a complete asshole. I can’t believe that he addressed Lily that way, she’s a blessing, he had no right. And then they go to the Shadow Market and it’s filled with children. That’s probably the saddest thing, all of the books talk about how much the Endarkened affected the Shadowhunters and how it now affects the Fey but nobody really talks about the other downworlders and how it’s affecting them and the Downworld as a whole. That’s one thing I love about Alec so much, he really cares for all people, he wants to change the world for the better. He’s such a great person. And then he meets Rafe. Ugh what a sweet, introverted, sassy little boy. I fell in love with him the moment he appeared on the page. It was so sad that the institute had been so corrupted that they wouldn’t even help a child of their own kind, although in this case I'm kind of glad that they didn’t. It was great that the Queen of the Shadow Market was the werewolf that Alec saved on the Orient Express, that was one of my favorite scenes in The Red Scrolls of Magic (go read it if you haven’t yet!) It was great getting to see Alec take charge of everything, he really is a hero to those people, he’s gonna do so many great things, I can’t wait to see what happens next. I loved that Rafe immediately liked Magnus too, even if it was just through pictures. It’s also great that Alec was sent those pictures in the first place, that is such a parent thing to do. The fact that Rafe was practically adopted by Alec the first time he laid eyes on the kid was such a great show of Alec’s character and how much he’s developed since the beginning of the series. And it was so amazing that Magnus was like duh, of course, we’re keeping him, are you stupid? I just love them so much. Okay, this review is getting long so I’m gonna stop ranting about my favorite fam for now.

Through Blood, Through Fire: I had mixed feelings about this story. At first, I was like yay! Jem and Tessa are happy and they’re trying to find the lost Herondale (Kit, my baby boy), but then Rosemary gets killed when she calls for help and I was so sad, I knew that Johnny Rook died since that was in the Dark Artifices but then to know that Rosemary was so close to them and all she wanted to do was find them and be with them but she knew she couldn’t because she didn’t want her son to be in danger, ugh, a true tragedy. I felt so bad for Jem too, he cared so much for her and wanted to protect her so badly and he felt so guilty when she died, it was so upsetting. But I’m so glad that they got to Kit in time, he’s such a great character I want to read about him all the time. But that problem Tessa had with the transformation was so scary, I was so worried for her. I can’t imagine having to live through that for what must’ve seemed like a lifetime. But then she found out she was pregnant because of it and they were so happy, although I can’t imagine what Tessa must feel knowing that she will outlive her *second* true love and their child, she went through it once already, I can’t imagine twice. But I’m looking on the happy side! I have to or else I would start crying. So yeah, mixed feelings…

The Lost World: Yay! Ty, my son, my boy. I love him so much. And Livvy, although I’m still pissed that she died, and obviously so is she, but I’m glad she’s around. I have mixed feelings about Ty going to the Scholomance. It was a dream that he had, one that he wanted to share with Livvy and he kind of is but not really. I’m also upset that he’s writing to everyone except for Kit and that is not okay, at all. You can’t just separate yourself from your problems Ty! (I’m looking at you too Kit, run away to another country just because you're in love. What an overly dramatic thing to do, I wonder where he gets it from?) But I liked this story for a couple of reasons, One: it was Livvy POV! I was so worried we wouldn’t get to see her again. I also love that Ty adopted that lynx, like what a mad lad he is, I love him. It was also super interesting to learn about Livvy’s ghostliness along with her and Ty, it was very intriguing. I also was so happy that she got to see Kit, and that she scared him. (He deserves it for running away from his feelings). It must get lonely when only three people can see you. I also can’t imagine what that must’ve felt like for Livvy when she started causing all that scary stuff, and when she went too far from Ty I was already worried. Also, Zara. Just imagining her say even one word makes me so angry. I hate her with my entire being, but then Livvy was called back so we didn’t have to deal with Zara anymore which made me happy. I was so incredibly concerned when she was thinking about replacing Jem and Tessa’s baby. As much as I love Livvy, I would protect that baby with my life. But overall this was just an intriguing little story and I hope we get to see Kit, Ty, and Livvy get the gang back together in the future.

Forever Fallen: AAAAAHHHHH! This story gave me whiplash! I’m serious! One moment I’m like yes! Jessa had their baby and I want to give her the world and Jem is such a good dad, not only to Mina but also to Kit, they’re such a perfect little family (also Jem has a castle? Badass.) And then it’s like “Hey I’m Thule Jace, aka Janus. I want to kill everyone except for Clary because I love her in every universe” and I’m like “hold up, what?!” I was so incredibly worried when Max found Janus, I thought he was going to kill little Max and my heart was so afraid for my little blueberry boy. I was also really upset that Janus killed that werewolf girl and faerie boy, it was so sad and unnecessary. And then we were back to Kit and Jem and Tessa and little baby Mina being the perfectness that they are. Jem is such an incredible dad, I love that he said that waking up in the middle of the night and caring for Mina was a privilege like what a mans. And then Kit was there because he didn’t want her to wake up Jem and Tessa, like!!! He’s such a good big brother and Mina knows it. Then Jem referred to Kit as his son and I almost cried because it was just so adorably beautiful I could barely handle it. Then we’re back to NYC where Janus is being a creep and following people around. And then he saw Clary in that alley I was so afraid for her, I thought he might kill her, I don’t know why since he still loves her, but he’s creepy, bad vibes dude. This story just had my emotions all over the place. But I’m going to try and focus on one of the most wonderful families in the world instead of evil Jace.

Okay, guys! That’s it, I’m sorry this review was so long but, what’s a girl to do when she really loves a book? I sincerely hope that everyone who is a fan of Cassandra’s books will read this collection because it’s truly amazing.

-maren

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Ghosts of the Shadow Market by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, Maureen Johnson, Kelly Link and Robin Wasserman

–SPOILERS–

The Land I Lost: This story was by far my favorite story. I just love Malec so much I just can’t even begin to describe how incredibly happy they make me. I love Max, he’s such a cute little guy, wants to be just like Alec which I think is adorable (rolled his sweater in cat litter, ha! classic). Magnus and Alec are such good parents, it just melts my little heart! And then Alec has to leave and Max gets upset which is funny, he’s such a cute kid I seriously can’t get over it. I also think it’s funny that all he wants is a brother or a sister (and a dinosaur). I love love love Alec’s relationship with Lily, they’re the best of buds. On the topic of Lily Chen, her obsession with Jem is so funny, her nicknames for him are pure gold, peak comedy. I also love Elliot, despite his being a fairly minor character he always seems to pop up and he’s just a great source of comic relief (It’s hilarious that he likes Robert, I can’t get over it). But I was so incredibly appalled when they got to institute in Buenos Aires, that guy was a complete asshole. I can’t believe that he addressed Lily that way, she’s a blessing, he had no right. And then they go to the Shadow Market and it’s filled with children. That’s probably the saddest thing, all of the books talk about how much the Endarkened affected the Shadowhunters and how it now affects the Fey but nobody really talks about the other downworlders and how it’s affecting them and the Downworld as a whole. That’s one thing I love about Alec so much, he really cares for all people, he wants to change the world for the better. He’s such a great person. And then he meets Rafe. Ugh what a sweet, introverted, sassy little boy. I fell in love with him the moment he appeared on the page. It was so sad that the institute had been so corrupted that they wouldn’t even help a child of their own kind, although in this case I’m kind of glad that they didn’t. It was great that the Queen of the Shadow Market was the werewolf that Alec saved on the Orient Express, that was one of my favorite scenes in The Red Scrolls of Magic (go read it if you haven’t yet!) It was great getting to see Alec take charge of everything, he really is a hero to those people, he’s gonna do so many great things, I can’t wait to see what happens next. I loved that Rafe immediately liked Magnus too, even if it was just through pictures. It’s also great that Alec was sent those pictures in the first place, that is such a parent thing to do. The fact that Rafe was practically adopted by Alec the first time he laid eyes on the kid was such a great show of Alec’s character and how much he’s developed since the beginning of the series. And it was so amazing that Magnus was like duh, of course, we’re keeping him, are you stupid? I just love them so much. Okay, this review is getting long so I’m gonna stop ranting about my favorite fam for now.

The Lost World: Yay! Ty, my son, my boy. I love him so much. And Livvy, although I’m still pissed that she died, and obviously so is she, but I’m glad she’s around. I have mixed feelings about Ty going to the Scholomance. It was a dream that he had, one that he wanted to share with Livvy and he kind of is but not really. I’m also upset that he’s writing to everyone except for Kit and that is not okay, at all. You can’t just separate yourself from your problems Ty! (I’m looking at you too Kit, run away to another country just because you’re in love. What an overly dramatic thing to do, I wonder where he gets it from?) But I liked this story for a couple of reasons, One: it was Livvy POV! I was so worried we wouldn’t get to see her again. I also love that Ty adopted that lynx, like what a mad lad he is, I love him. It was also super interesting to learn about Livvy’s ghostliness along with her and Ty, it was very intriguing. I also was so happy that she got to see Kit, and that she scared him. (He deserves it for running away from his feelings). It must get lonely when only three people can see you. I also can’t imagine what that must’ve felt like for Livvy when she started causing all that scary stuff, and when she went too far from Ty I was already worried. Also, Zara. Just imagining her say even one word makes me so angry. I hate her with my entire being, but then Livvy was called back so we didn’t have to deal with Zara anymore which made me happy. I was so incredibly concerned when she was thinking about replacing Jem and Tessa’s baby. As much as I love Livvy, I would protect that baby with my life. But overall this was just an intriguing little story and I hope we get to see Kit, Ty, and Livvy get the gang back together in the future.

-maren

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Survey #43

“i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart.”

what do you order on your pizza? jalapenos if it's from domino's, pepperoni everywhere else. what the kind of soda you drink most often? mountain dew what do you think of girls sixteen and younger going on birth control? it could be because of her menstrual cycle, in which case there's nothing wrong with that. but if you're 16 and having sex, i have a problem with that, not that my opinion should mean much to you. at least you're using protection, i guess. are you borrowing books from anybody at the moment? well i still have "arthas: rise of the lich king" from jason, but i think it's pretty clear he won't get it back by now. would you ever want another sibling? older or younger? gender? having a younger brother would be cool, but i don't want one now. my parents are divorced and my mom's already gone through menopause. grilled cheese or peanut butter & jelly? pb&j do you take vitamins? no ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”? yes, even though it was a lie??? like he had a problem with me, it wasn't the other way around. will you get married? i want to, but i don't see it happening. if jason couldn't handle my depression, no one can. did you have a new year’s kiss? lmao no how would you describe someone that is your type of guy/girl? i've found more than anything, i like geeky people. people that are passionate. guys that will show their feelings. i like imaginative guys, the ones that are creative and fun-loving. are you still friends with any of your exes? do you still communicate with any of them at all? if you consider aaron and juan exes, they're both my friends on facebook, but i only ever talk to juan. do you live on your own or with your parents/a roommate? do you think you’d like to live alone? i live with my mom (though rn i'm living with dad, long story), and no, i physically could not live alone. depression would destroy me. how often do you typically change your bra? ha, let's be realistic, it depends on if i'm even wearing a bra, because i'm like... always at home in my pj's. but let's say i actually do get dressed, again, it depends on how long i'm dressed. once i'm back home and know i'm not doing anything more, i get back into my pajamas. other times, but rarely, i'm dressed all day. but let's just say in the typical situation: i'll change my bra every other day or so, also depending on if i sweat or not. what is the last online purchase you made? cheshire cat flip-flips and a "i'm just a poe boy, nobody loves me; he's just a poe boy, from a poe family" edgar allan poe shirt, both from hottopic. ashley gave me a $40 gift card for it. is there anyone you have to see on a daily/weekly basis that you really dislike? thank god, no. is your hair thick or thin? would you say it’s easy to manage? anyone who touches my hair will tell you, it's thick AS FUCK. like, to an annoying degree. brushing it can be a nightmare just because it's so thick, and FORGET about putting it up in a ponytail. it's mostly easy to manage just because i don't do anything special to it. have you ever had to deal with any type of long distance relationship, whether it be a romantic relationship or a friendship? many friendships, but nothing romantic. as someone who's been around the Internet since what, '06, i've made many friends that i'll never actually meet. do you have a place you go to a lot that you may be considered “a regular” at? no when growing up, did your family always eat at the dinner table together? nope. what is the greatest source of happiness in your life? my memories of jason. i just miss him so much. that won't change. could you tolerate being in a relationship with someone who treated you wonderfully, but was sometimes rude and unkind to others? let's be realistic, EVERYONE is sometimes rude and unkind...? could you tolerate being in a relationship with someone who was lazy? yeah, so long that trait doesn't dictate his life. most people are lazy, anyway. did your parents read bedtime stories to you when you were little? yeah what is something you know very little about? politics have any of your worst fears ever come true? oh, you mean jason leaving? has anyone in your family gotten pregnant as a teenager? yeah, my mom. to you, is sex just about physical pleasure, or do you see it as an expression of love and commitment? it can be both do you change your type of music regularly? no. i've been a metalhead since 6th grade. ever met somebody who seem like they hated life? oh, you mean me? well... i guess i should correct that. i don't hate life, i just hate my life. do you value your life? yes and no. like, if a bullet was coming at me, i'd move out of the way, but as i just mentioned, i also hate how my life is going. ever been called a low-life? i think so, 'cuz i am one. do most of your friends have a significant other? most do, yes. a few are even married. who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? my mama. do you think you could handle a day in jail? maybe, seeing as i've been in a mental hospital four times, and it's comparable as far as permissions and schedules go. it's the people i'm concerned about. do you believe that your first true love can be your only love in life? i don't... know. i'm not the person to ask. i've only ever loved one man and am convinced i won't love another, sooo... what brings out the worst in you? mentioning jason. blaming me for what happened. do you know how many people your best friend has had sex with? not that i've ever asked, but yes. she tells me everything. are your boobs real? yes. implants have too many risks anyways. would you take your ex-significant other back? in a fucking heartbeat. have you ever had sex on the beach? no and i wouldn't want to because sand... everywhere...? have any of your friends died of an overdose? it's possible. i had an online friend disappear years ago, and i'm STILL worried about her... how many different colleges have you gone to? two how much stress can you handle? none what is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? survive without jason do you ever feel like your life is too boring or predictable? i know damned well it is do you have to take medication for any mental illness? yes are tongue piercings slutty? no...? are you embarrassed to buy condoms? i've never had to, but i don't think i'd be. have you discovered your passion? yeeeaaars ago... meerkats. (: what’s your favorite cereal? double chocolate krave do you read reddit? if so, how often and what subreddits do you like? nah. what’s the weather like today? is it nice enough to go outside? it's sleeting and snowing. if it wasn't for the sleet, it'd be gorgeous. have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? no how old were you when you first became sexually active? uh, like 16-17? still haven't had actual sex tho what's your favorite kind of bread? pumpernickel have you ever been to a stadium concert? no. the alice cooper concert was outdoors. think of the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a bed? plenty of times. have you done illegal things with your parents nearby? download music is all. are you taller then 5 foot 7 inches? nah son. who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? i texted my mom. why aren’t you with the person you first fell in love with? he doesn't like me anymore. last time you were told you’re cute? probably months upon months ago by juan. next time you will eat? like 30 minutes who will be the next person you kiss? probably no one. ever. last time you were in trouble? few days back when i talked back to my mom do you have a fish tank? no last place you took a plane to? ohio what is your preferred method of birth control? abstinence. hasn't failed me yet. do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? not at all. i always think i'm wrong anyway. have you ever made out in a bathroom? i don't think so. would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? i don't currently want a dog, but a miniature poodle i guess. have you ever made out in a park? nah. is it colder than usual outside today? yeah. there's snow out. what do you normally order on your burger? cheese, mustard, ketchup, pickles... have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty? yes, and it's gross. what is the biggest flaw in your spouse/crush? he's obviously not very supportive. if he was, he'd still be with me. do you prefer writing with mechanical pencils or normal #2 pencils? mechanical are you planning on dressing up for halloween? if we have the money, i'd like to. do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? oh, every day? who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? none of them did. just be a good student and most teachers are great. how do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I GET SO EXCITED OMG OMG OMG do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? not really. i love food too much lol what is the worst thunderstorm you’ve experienced? hurricane floyd how often do you take the train to go places? never are you in love? should be obvious. are you an affectionate person? very have you ever had a valentine? jason was the best. what is you favorite type of lunch meat? ham are both of you biological parents currently alive? yeah do you like mustard? yeah do you wash your hair everyday? no, that's bad for you. if you were a zoo animal (i.e. lion, tiger, warthog) what would you be? meerkat any cheesy bands that you love? lol ludo if you could go nuts and dye your hair any color, what would it be? gray. mom won't let me. when was the last time someone saw you naked? probably mom after i got out of the shower and came into my room? what is the greatest loss you’ve endured? jason where do you like to be kissed? lips, neck... and i think brief kisses on the hand from a guy are very romantic. do you know a hoarder? yup. can you do a split? nope. is anyone in your family in the army? nah. did your mother go to college? she dropped out when she was younger, but she's back in it now. are your grandparents still married? no, on both sides, a spouse is dead. do you spell the color as grey or gray? "gray," 'cuz that's the american spelling is your father bald? nah do you know triplets? no do you prefer titanic or the notebook? oh GOD. the notebook, i guess. how many times have you been to the hospital? er: seven times, actual hospital admission: three times what religion will you raise your children to practice? christianity have you ever stayed in a stranger's house before? if yes, why? no do you believe in the idea of taking from the rich and giving to the poor? why or why not? no, honestly. the rich earn their money just as the poor earn their money. while i understand (BELIEVE ME) it's hard to live being poor, that's no excuse to take from those better off. if you were a god or goddess, what would your powers include? communing with animals. maybe be a shape-shifter, that'd be cool as fuck. what are your opinions on gendered products? explain? like, do you mean how some toys are "meant" for certain genders, not the other? if so, then it's ridiculous. if your child wants to play with a certain toy, let him/her. for example, i played with dinosaurs in opposition to barbies, and i grew up fine in general. do you believe that animals are capable of “human” emotion? absofuckinglutely. have you ever changed your views because you were in the wrong? yeah who do you consider “family?” my mother, father, two immediate sisters, one half-brother, two half-sisters, my pets, and my best friend colleen. i guess jason, sometimes. could you sacrifice yourself for someone you barely knew? no what’s your favorite video game? "silent hill 2"!!! have you ever experienced discrimination first-hand? yeah, bc of mental illness. what holiday is closest to your birthday? valentine's day are you biracial? nah. are you afraid of shots? like injections? shots that draw blood, no. shots that inject medication? fuck yes, they're agonizing. do you know your blood type? yeah, it's a. how many times did you have to take the driving test before you passed? i haven't taken a driving test yet bc i'm fucking lame. what do you think when a band/artist “sells out”? i think it's rarely even a thing. like, i'll use metallica as an example. everyone always says they sold out, when they didn't. are you suddenly reaching a broader audience? good for you. congratulations. did you change your look? good for you, tastes change. now, did you change just for fame? you're foolish. what do you think of fans and fandoms? it's absolutely marvelous that people can come together over a common interest. some are just... oh my GOD, so entitled (i'm looking at you, mythical beasts). but in general, the idea of fandoms are great. should parents be their child’s friends? ... duh? what do you think of doctor-assisted suicide? i'm not sure on this, but i think i disagree with it. in the case of prevention of overpopulation, should some people be prohibited from reproducing? just flat-out stupid/cruel people, but that'll never happen. you discover that because of a mix-up at the hospital, your wonderful one-year-old child is not yours. would you want to exchange the child to try to correct the mistake? yes, BUT i'd want to keep up with the child i'd raised that year. do you trust anyone to protect you? who, and why? my parents, because they're my parents. if you had a death note (like the anime), would you use it? ... fuck me, yeah, i would. when did you start discovering your own music taste? what was it? middle school. heavy metal. describe the ultimate hell. hearing jason say he didn't love me anymore one more fucking time. are you able to kill animals? under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? i couldn't, i don't think. i find killing fine if you're hunting for food, but not for pleasure. would you be willing to have horrible nightmares for a year if you would be rewarded with extraordinary wealth? yeah. if you could influence people like a celebrity does, how would you use it for the benefit of the planet? definitely spread Christianity how and when are abortions okay? only when it's that type of pregnancy where despite growing, the baby is never alive. shit, what's it called... ummm... entopic pregnancy, that's it! the cells are only going to keep growing, so they obviously need to come out. otherwise, i don't care if you're raped or whatever, you have that damn child and give it up for adoption. if you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be? ANYONE can hurt you, even the unexpected. would you save an extremely talented musician who has the influence to promote good values for the world or a pregnant woman in a situation where it is certain you must choose one over the other? ugh... the pregnant woman, i guess.

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4 WTF Lessons The World Teaches Us About Sexualizing Teens

I’m not startling anyone without saying that the world sexualizes youthful daughters. If I printed out all of the articles and journals on that subject, we’d have to build a library on the moon to contain them. And now that I said that, I really want to Google “sexualized teenage moon library” to receive what comes up. But I’m not going to. I don’t visualize my ability could treat the results. What mesmerizes me( and evenly slither me out) are the unspoken meanings behind this sexualization. I imply, it’s bad enough on its own, but when “youre starting” breaking down the lessons girlfriends are being schooled, shit gets bizarre . Assignments like … 4 Young Girls Are Sexually Valuable Because They Are Virgins Virginity is hoisted and eluded in national societies to the degree of practically has become a superpower. An innocent damsel is relinquished in escapade fibs to summon a beast or mollify a god. An uppity unicorn only tolerates virgins to touch it because it’s the judgiest pointy mare in the universe. div > Did you know there’s no solid, medical definition of chastity? It’s literally not a physical happening. It’s time a thought individual was put forward by to include or subtract quality from a woman. Because ladies used to be produces, sold from one mortal to another for a couple of pigs and some farmland. “Virginity” is just a buzzword someone came up with to assistance advertise their product. “Girl: Now with 50 percent more virginity! “ We have this picture of women being hermetically shut from delivery until some lucky chap get in there to sounds the Lord’s soda tab, but that’s entirely wrong. The hymen isn’t even a total seal — it’s only an extra bit of tissue that naturally has a puncture in it, which can sometimes be pulled the first time someone has vaginal sex. Or journeying a bicycle, squandering a tampon, a jousting coincidence … pretty much anything you do in a normal day. Taking a woman’s virginity has always been coveted as an achievement for men, but with modern maidens actually getting to choose when they have sex, the best risk a worker has to get with a virgin relies on him being the very first mistake a girl does. That coveting and sex significance is one of the many perturbing intellects girlfriends are engaged at such a young age. Read Next Take To The Sky With These 5 Hums This Holiday Season To see it in action, you don’t even is a requirement to haul up considers or do ponderous study or even go to a porn website. Just type “school girl” into Google. Not seductive institution girlfriend. Just “school girl, ” as in “a girl who is in school.” I don’t even need to tell you what you’re going to get. Hell, most of you won’t type that in, because you don’t require research results on your search biography. You didn’t ask it for a cluster of half-naked brides, but like an stupid tweet from Donald Trump at 4 a.m ., it’s really surely there. The top network inquiries that come up for me are all for sexy schoolgirl costumes. The only outlier is a link to the “schoolgirl” hashtag on Instagram, which inhabits the same collage of young girls, porn, and anime porn. You know … classic school activities. Are these performances meant to be graduate student of consenting senility? Hell no, they’re not. They’re wearing a parody of the uniforms once worn by girlfriends in theological centre and high schools . A uniform so most sexualized that most theological organizations now involve students to wear khaki breathes. Try to see those sexies, creeps. 3 Girls Want To Gape Pretty In Order To Allure Men Recently, Stranger Things and IT have given us agricultural crops of talented young performers opening the public eye, which can be a nightmare for those performers. Mara Wilson wrote a great piece for Elle about the space 13 -year-old Millie Bobby Brown is discussed in the public. Here’s an section from The Today Show ‘s website which stress Brown “all grown up” right in the deed. But she’s not all grown up. She’s a 13 -year-old girl who looks like a very pretty 13 -year-old girl. She’s not a sex object; she’s a young girl who put on a neat dress and entertaining makeup for a movie premiere. She’s following the exact touchstones her industry requisitions. She’s wearing Hollywood’s version of a uniform. So why do we appear the need to pronounce her “all grown up”? It’s because she examinations good. There’s a problem with that, and it has nothing to do with her — it’s with us. We think that if the status of women is dressing up, it must be to impress a male. So when youthful girlfriends dress up, they must be masquerading grown women in an attempt to seduce males. The world is that there isn’t a separate clothing form for young girls that recognizes them as not being objectives for sexualization. We’re supposed to do that with our expand, adult psyches. That’s our chore , not theirs. And apparently, we’re bad at it. div > Take, for instance, school dress codes. For boys, the dress system is “Are you wearing heaves? You’re good.” For girls, it involves a myriad of yeses , nos, and perhaps that are almost always enforced by adult followers. Even though teaching is a largely female-dominated profession, brides are in lead characters less than 25 percent of the time … which is actually a recent increase . This leads to an adult man telling girls in clas that they have to go home and change their leggings because men can’t even envision straight when they wear them. As only if they are dressing with allure in sentiment, and not ease. Remember only a few years ago when all those articles were being written about whether it was appropriate for girls and women to wear leggings in public? If not, Google it real quick, and then try not to punch the next human you see. It was a debate that was quickly settled by gals not leaving a shit, because leggings are comfortable as blaze. They weren’t popularized because they prepare us appear good. Leggings are one of the few the case of an pleasant, wearable fashion that have been coming into wording lately, together with rompers and, yes I’ll say it, UGG boots. Every winter, parties get up in arms about “basic bitches” in their UGG boots and leggings, but guess what? UGGs, and even the cheap knockoff UGGS that I wear, are essentially slippers. It’s winter. Women and girls are cold, and we want to be comfortable, this is why we dress accordingly. div > Now you can essentially wear pajamas and slippers in public, and it’s acceptable. I’ve never adoration mode this much, and not one rationalization for the clothing I opt is “to entice men.” At any age, brides are chiefly garmenting for our own comfort. 2 Romance Between An Older Man And A teenage Girl Is Just Sexy Forbidden Love I’ve written before about the route teen presents represent teacher/ student affinities as both super sexy and super not-problematic … but they’re not the only culprit. Let’s talking here music again for two seconds. What do you think these anthems have in common? “You’re Sixteen, You’re Beautiful And You’re Mine, ” “Sixteen Candles, ” Happy Birthday Sweet 16, ” “Sweet Little 16, ” “Only Sixteen.” If you said that all of them are hymns by grown guys about how hot 16 -year-old girls are, congratulations! Your honour is sadness. What is it about 16 that utters it such a desirable age? Could it be because that’s the lowest age of consent in the United States? Let’s ask the words of “Happy Birthday Sweet 16 “: When you were only six I was your big brother. Then when you were ten we didn’t like one another. When you were 13 you was a quirky valentine. But since you’ve been growing future developments is sewn up. From now on you’re is about to be mine . i> That sounds like a threat the Riddler sends to Batman. div > That’s not a hymn about a grown-up boy looked at teen relationship fondly. It’s about watching a young girl grow into … a somewhat older girlfriend whom culture now does it’s OK to fantasize about. It’s not a coincidence that everything of these songs focus on this very young age. Now, most Americans consider the age of consent to be 18( even though that’s actually only the case for a fifth of the states ). Remember the countdown clocks to when Emma Watson switched 18? Or how about this article from CNN, “Countdown For Kendall Jenner Returning 18: Gross Or Fair Game? ” Let me go ahead and solve that Rubik’s Cube for you, CNN: It’s gross. We’re preoccupied with the age of consent because a relation between a girl and an older man is to be considered as dreamy, forbidden love. The younger the very best! But it has to be law, of course. So we stick to that magic number and try not to be creeped out by the idea of a 33 -year-old Benny Mardones promising a 16 -year-old girl “a beloved like you’ve never seen.” 1 Men Just Can’t Help Themselves Around Attractive Women Of Any Age The idea that boys are incapable of controlling themselves around an attractive woman is disturbingly common. Look at any femme fatale in a spy movie. She abuses her virility to get what she misses, because men really can’t resist her. Remember when Lucy Liu incited a rampage with her buttock in Charlie’s Angels ? If you’re not well-versed in Lucy Liu’s leather-clad butt, let me draw you a envision: Liu accompanies into an office improving full of all those who follow her around, even though no one has told them to. She then squanders a riding harvest to whip them up into a horny outburst, and unleashes them on the company as a distraction so she can do spy happens. The poor men can’t help themselves. It’s a backside! They are incapacitated to withstand Liu’s command. Except they wholly aren’t. There’s a surprising sum of movie problems that could be solved with masturbation. div > This idea is just as insulting to followers as it is to women. Of route they are unable control themselves! They’re parties , not animals. It’s not difficult to tell the status of women no. If it is a problem for you, rule by pretending she’s ask questions equal pay. This kind of logic isn’t really contemptuous; it’s perilous. Liu is an adult woman in this case( and yes, I’m aware this this vistum is supposed to be comedic ), but even the core of the laugh is “Men are incapacitated to resist.” But this seeps into the real world as a sincere impression. What if a man is attracted to a 13 -year-old girl? He can’t assistance himself, right? He has no bureau over himself if the status of women he acquires attractive is around, wearing clothes, and marching. What happens next came out of his control. So if you’re one of those people who conclude maidens are overreacting to “beauty standards” or “objectification, ” understand that this is why. It’s why we take offense to the word “overreacting.” Kids should be worrying about kid acts, and not Benny Mardones. 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4 WTF Lessons The World Teaches Us About Sexualizing Teens

What mesmerizes me( and evenly slither me out) are the unspoken meanings behind this sexualization. I imply, it’s bad enough on its own, but when “youre starting” breaking down the lessons girlfriends are being schooled, shit gets bizarre . Assignments like …

Young Girls Are Sexually Valuable Because They Are Virgins

Virginity is hoisted and eluded in national societies to the degree of practically has become a superpower. An innocent damsel is relinquished in escapade fibs to summon a beast or mollify a god. An uppity unicorn only tolerates virgins to touch it because it’s the judgiest pointy mare in the universe.

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Did you know there’s no solid, medical definition of chastity? It’s literally not a physical happening. It’s time a thought individual was put forward by to include or subtract quality from a woman. Because ladies used to be produces, sold from one mortal to another for a couple of pigs and some farmland. “Virginity” is just a buzzword someone came up with to assistance advertise their product. “Girl: Now with 50 percent more virginity! “

We have this picture of women being hermetically shut from delivery until some lucky chap get in there to sounds the Lord’s soda tab, but that’s entirely wrong. The hymen isn’t even a total seal — it’s only an extra bit of tissue that naturally has a puncture in it, which can sometimes be pulled the first time someone has vaginal sex. Or journeying a bicycle, squandering a tampon, a jousting coincidence … pretty much anything you do in a normal day.

Taking a woman’s virginity has always been coveted as an achievement for men, but with modern maidens actually getting to choose when they have sex, the best risk a worker has to get with a virgin relies on him being the very first mistake a girl does. That coveting and sex significance is one of the many perturbing intellects girlfriends are engaged at such a young age.