#I would love a whole new constitution but I'll start with this
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Dismantle the Electoral College once and for all.
#I'm dead serious#I am strongly considering devoting the rest of my life to this#so if anyone has any ideas for how to do it then leave a comment or DM me#I woke up this morning... saw the news... felt depressed..#but then i realized that I was doing to have to go through this same ordeal for at least one or if every four years for the rest of my life#which... okay if it's the price of democracy then so be it#but it's always SWING STATES SWING STATES SWING STATES SWING STATES#and that's intolerable#so I know it's been tried and tried and tried... but I just want to get rid of this archaic and biased system#I would love a whole new constitution but I'll start with this
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【★】 gn reader but described as afab, slight? sadomasochism themes, scara and reader match each other's freak somehow, not proofread I'll correct mistakes later (maybe)
【☆】 part 2 of this I will never settle on just one interpretation of scara i'm gonna keep flip flopping abt him…..
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You made it out of the office.
It’s been a few weeks since the last encounter with the Balladeer, since he so kindly let you go with an invitation for next time. The walk back to your private headquarters wasn’t as humiliating as one would think, but the way your step had a little happy hop to it made a few heads turn.
Even the guards at the door's entrance shared a glance, it truly is unusual to make it out alive.
After your visit to his office, everything seemed easier, the amount of physical work you had to do greatly diminished, but all this newfound free time is somehow, always spent in the workplace. The moment you finished your tasks for the day you’d get called in his private headquarters. And most of the time you’d be doing nothing for the whole duration of your stay.
There was a couch next to his desk that you’d sit on and watch him work. Sometimes he’d even grace you with the opportunity to sit near him (he was surprised when you immediately decided to sit on the floor between his legs, but he doesn’t mind as long as you don’t hinder his work). Sometimes, people would walk in, completely clueless of your presence, which spooked you at first, but then quickly made way for other fantasies. You could suck him off in front of your fellow soldiers and they’d have no idea, and you wouldn’t mind even if they managed to catch you. But you’ve still got to figure out some things first.
As much as you’d love to throw yourself at him, the line between what he deems acceptable and not is still thin and almost invisible to you, it’s like walking around eggshells, constantly pushing your luck whenever you make a move or try something new. You’ve been scouting his boundaries and limits, and so far you’ve learned that:
He doesn’t mind physical touch when he initiates it (or when he feels like you’re revering him enough). Sitting at his feet and squishing his legs on the sides of your face also allowed you to feel his structure and constitution. His legs were as soft as you remember, but the skin around his kneecaps had a little dent, almost like the bones under it were disconnected, segmented. They also felt robust, like he could cave your face in with a single kick. And yet they were so dainty and looked so fragile, and thinking about it makes you go a bit crazy.
And lastly, he never takes off the bands around his wrists, even when he removes the armor there’s another layer of cloth covering them.
This isn’t much information, but he’s not keen on entertaining your questions when working (and you think he wouldn’t like the idea of having his whole being analyzed so clinically).
So you stick to keeping yourself entertained, whether it be catching up on lost hours of sleep on the couch or thirsting over his legs like an old perverted man.
You quickly start to realize that your stay in his office is a double edged sword, you got to overhear a lot of sensitive information you shouldn’t have access to. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, he knows you know the consequences of any of this getting leaked. It’s almost like he’s pushing you even deeper in the dealings of the fatui, you had no plans to leave, but now, knowing what you know, it was completely impossible. The less logical part of your brain is almost tempted to try and escape, just to get him to punish you. But it probably wouldn’t stop at that, he’d have to ensure that what you heard in this room, stays in this room, and he’d probably have to put you out of commission, permanently. You imagine him choking you, he’d look so pretty above you, but it also would be too much work (not that you’d put up any resistance), he’d probably just shock you to death. It’s significantly less personal but you’d still take it.
You’re completely caged, and it’s all his doing.
You huff against the skin of his leg. It sure is a bore, to be so close to what you want but unable to get it. Your hands slide under both his knees to squeeze his legs at the sides of your face.
Above, you can hear the sound of papers being moved around. So he’s still not done, you think to yourself as you wiggle out of the tight space under his desk and move to the couch.
Why does he insist on keeping you around if he’s just going to ignore you?
You lay on your side and kick your shoes off (he scolded you last time you kept them on) and turn around to look at him.
He doesn’t even look at you, the loss of your presence is irrelevant and goes unnoticed.
He can feel your eyes boring holes through him, he knows you’re bored by how restless you’re acting. He has half a mind to reprimand you, you should be honored he’s allowing you to spend time in his presence, and yet you have the gall to act bored.
Can’t you see all the favors he’s doing you? Reliving you of your work, taking away most of your responsibilities so you can spend more time with him, you ought to be on your knees thanking him. He doesn’t dwell on the fact that he is also stripping you of your agency, he knows of humans’ fixation with being independent, they can be hard workers, he’ll give them that. This intrinsic feeling isn’t as different from his own need to be useful. The need to be needed. But it’s different, to him, he’s long abandoned his flimsy childish desire to become a human, he knows he is destined for things far greater than any human could ever stride for.
But alas, humans are simple minded creatures, truly inferior to him in any category, they could never hope to grasp the grandiosity of his divine being.
So he shall give you a pass, and a treat to keep you entertained and docile.
So he puts away the stack of papers on his desk, the action catching your attention, eyeing him as he makes his way to you, as he sits next to you.
“My lord,” you address him as you push yourself up and make more room for him.
“Come here,” he motions with his hand, “Don’t waste my time,” he adds when he sees you hesitating.
You shuffle closer to him, it’s stupid to be this careful now when you’ve spent the last few days squishing yourself in his personal space. Maybe it’s the fact that this is new, he never prioritizes you over his work, only indulging you after he’s done.
So you feel like a fish out of water.
But if one could read minds- you could have sensed the shift in his energy, or perhaps at least brace yourself for the moment his hand roughly grabs at your hair, bringing you closer to him and exposing your pristine neck.
He lets out an amused huff, and it’s all the warning you get before he pulls you even closer, forcing you to awkwardly hoist yourself up over his lower body. His mouth is warm on your skin, but it’s not those soft lips that you so much adore that make contact, instead, it’s a wet, nasty bite like he’s trying to rip you apart, make you bleed, and some more.
But he doesn’t linger on just one spot, letting his mouth wander, leaving a trail of what will surely darken and bloom into ugly sore marks. Every time his teeth sink in a yelp threatens to leave your lips- and he thinks it’s funny, the way your eyes squeeze and lips purse trying to silence yourself.
But no matter how strong willed you are, he will find a way to break you, too.
And he gives you a moment of reprise, as he admires his work. Nothing that your uniform wouldn’t cover, but it’s his ego talking when he riles himself up with the thought that only he can mark you, not the other way around.
You’re convinced he would’ve just straight up eaten you up had he spent just a few more minutes gnawing at your neck. A rational part of your brain is urging your muscles to move, do something, to get out of this situation, but it’s so quickly drowned by another flow of thoughts. You wouldn't mind if he chose to consume you, in any way he prefers.
He latches once again on your skin, the front of your neck this time, biting and sucking until the skin swells around the hard grip of his teeth. And this time, you don’t have it in you to stop yourself from whining, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. And he finally seems satisfied by your reaction, pulling you closer to his face, admiring your distressed expression.
The way your eyebrows furrow together, tears blocking your view as you try to squint them away, desperately trying to get a look at him. You’ve never been this close to him, face to face. He exhales and his breath fans over your face, and it just feels empty. Like an ordinary gust of wind, prive of any trace of the usual warmth any other human would possess.
But you’re not given any moment to dwell on the thought, his other hand grips your face and brings it closer to his, for a moment you expect the sting of another bite, but you’re met with a sensation that leaves your head swooning. The warmth of your tears is replaced by a soothing kiss, and another, and another, and soon the wet sensation is replaced by another equally wet feeling, the pressure of his tongue licking up the trails the tears left.
He doesn’t miss the very apparent blush creeping up your face, chuckling to himself before picking you up with an inhumane amount of strength and repositioning himself. Now he’s above you, again so so close, with wide eyes observing every inch of your face, drinking in your ruined expression.
The glutton that he is, looking is never enough and he can’t keep his hands to himself, off of pretty things.
So he lunges forward, and your mind blanks the moment his lips cage yours. It’s everything but kind and soft, his teeth immediately nib at your lower lip, tongue forcing itself inside, licking at your mouth.
It takes you a second to register the new feeling, your body melts into it and you don’t have the will (nor want) to fight it. He’s so rough, not giving you a chance to get used to the rhythm, he seems so intent on letting you participate in whatever he is planning to do.
Something quickly dawns on you, sucking any sound you emit straight from the source, it’s filthy and messy and he doesn’t relent even when your hands desperately push him away, trying to put some distance between the two of you, trying to get even a gasp of air.
He laughs softly against you, sensing your struggle, but still not showing any sign of mercy, if anything it just spurs him on, grabbing the sides of your face to push you against him. He shifts his body, actively laying on you, caging you with his full weight.
He’s half hard in his shorts, you can feel his length throbbing with each slight movement of his hips, grinding himself on you. But still, his grip on you doesn’t relent, he can feel you slowing your movements, resisting less and less while still struggling for even a gasp of air.
You think he’d be content with smothering you with his lips (and what a way to go that would be), but then he suddenly pulls away, a wet string of saliva connecting your mouths. You’re panting under him, desperately trying to catch your breath as he busies himself with lapping away whatever glob of tears dares form in your eyes.
He stands unnaturally still above you, watching you gasp over and over until it slowly dies down and fades into a slightly more labored breathing. With a normal amount of oxygen flowing to your brain you also start to regain awareness of your position.
You can feel him twitching and grinding against you, despite all the layers of clothing.
His gaze on you remains unwavering as his hands move to unclip all those annoying buttons, unclasping every single one until he can take off your coat, and you let him, body almost limp as he slides it off you.
“Don’t tell me you’re already gone, I was just starting to have fun,” he murmurs against your neck, gently nibbling on it this time.
All you can muster is a small mh-hm, it’s enough confirmation to asses that you are still conscious (and alive).
He makes you the favor of getting off your chest, moving your limbs out of the way so he can settle between your legs, ridding you of your remaining clothing. Despite being in his office, the air is still relatively chill, the moment you’re fully exposed a shiver runs down your spine as you adjust to the new temperature.
He, on the other hand, is busying himself with manhandling you, pushing you further up the side of the couch, and letting your head rest on the side arm.
“You’re awfully wet,” he says once he’s satisfied with this new position, “a bit of kissing is enough to get you this turned on?” you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks. You could say the same about him, his erection is VERY hard to ignore and he’s so hard it almost looks painful. You want to reach out and touch him, stroke him to completion as he comes undone over you, but he’s faster and you can just watch as he lowers his shorts just enough to free his dick.
“Surely you won’t mind if we skip preparations. You seem ready enough.” you immediately feel him nudging your folds, slowly rubbing himself, his tip bumping on your clit as he shifts higher.
“I don't mind-” he uses his finger to apply more pressure, “I want you inside me. Please.” “How bold, How can I say no to that?” His hands move to your hips as he holds you in position, his tip sinks into you and he wastes no time pushing in the rest, too.
You make a sound as you throw your head back, the sudden feeling of being so full overtakes you. You can feel him throbbing inside you and it’s driving you insane- alongside his little huffs above you- you could come just about now.
You feel him pull back slightly before pushing back in, slowly at first, and then picking up speed once he’s found a satisfying rhythm. The stretch is still a bit uncomfortable, but you’re so wet you’re leaking against his pelvis and the front of his shorts.
“So tight,” he bends lower so his mouth is directly next to your ear, “it’s like you’re sucking me in.” All you can do is moan into his shoulder, sliding your arms under his so you can hold him closer to you. He takes it as an invitation, pushing himself impossibly close to you, picking up his ministrations on your neck again.
He’s not as heavy as you expected him to be, you can still comfortably breathe with his weight on you, and with how close he is to you, you can feel his pelvis rut against your clit with each shift of his hips.
His teeth sink into you again, he stills there and he sucks on the spot until it darkens. There isn’t a single spot he hasn’t sucked or bitten, the whole zone feels so raw.
“I knew it,” he mumbles into your neck, “You bruise so beautifully,” he says while looking at you.
It shouldn’t turn you on this much. That’s not a normal thing to say to anybody, however. He feels you clench on him as your hips roll into him, tiny mewls spilling from your lips as you chase your high.
“F-fuck, fuck- please-” It’s muffled but he can still hear you and it only spurs him on.
“Please what? Please fuck me faster? Harder?” He says in a mocking tone. You want to answer him but you don’t even know what you’re begging for. With every thrust, your brain melts a little, and you find yourself pathetically moaning under him.
Your grip tightens on his back as you grow rigid under him- it’s a surge of warmth that passes through your body so suddenly, leaving you gasping under him. It’s even wetter now, his dick is practically sliding out of you as he fucks you through your climax.
“How cute,” he muses. “That fast?” He stills his movements and lifts himself up once he feels you limp.
Your brain is buzzing as you recover, lust still clouding your mind. His cold hands a juxtaposition to your warm body, he pushes your legs up and higher, the angle making the back of your knees burn uncomfortably
“I hope you don’t think we are done yet, I intend to have my pleasure too.”
He resumes his thrusts, harder this time. His tip reaching the deepest part of you, so rough it’s like he’s trying to push even deeper. He’s just using you for his pleasure now, fucking you like you’re just an object for his pleasure, a toy to fuck and fill up until he’s satisfied.
He applies more pressure to your knees, squashing them against your upper body. His cock catches against a spot, softer in texture than the rest, and you gasp.
“Good?” He asks, already knowing the answer, but he takes enjoyment in the way you mindlessly nod in response.
“A-again, please.” He twitches, and obliges your request, angling himself to hit that spot with every thrust, and his ears are immediately graced with the sound of your sweet whimpering.
Your hands flail around, before settling on gripping the cushions under you. You miss his back, his presence against you, the bits of hair tickling your hands whenever he lifted his head. But you’re not gonna complain, not when he’s pummeling into your cunt like he intends to break you. Matter of fact, you can hardly form any thought that isn’t just mindless blabbering.
He curses, as he moves one hand to shove his shorts lower, exposing more of himself, every time he pushes into you now there’s an audible plap of skin against skin contact. It’s impossible to ignore, and you’re sure whoever’s passing by his office must hear what’s going on inside (if your moaning didn’t give you away already).
But he doesn’t care, the way you clench against him every time he slides over that spot, the surge of liquid leaking on him as he fucks himself deeper inside you, it’s too good to stop.
Your pleasure comes after his, but archons does he want more of you. He repositions you roughly, hoisting one of your legs up as his other hand busies itself with rubbing your clit.
It’s messy and he’s applying a bit too much pressure, but the effect is immediate and you couldn’t care less. Your stomach tightens as a burning feeling intensifies, he talks you through it and it only intensifies the feeling.
“Oh? Are you close again?” he taunts you, but it’s affecting him too and it shows in the way his movements get more desperate.
“Then do it, come for me, come for me again,” and it’s embarrassing how you can do nothing but obey him, clenching around him as you spasm and flutter around him. Your free leg squeezes his side,, your back arches and he huffs. But he doesn’t give you time to rest this time, he ruts in you, leaning on you, even as the pleasure turns into overstimulation.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He sounds raspier, almost winded. He’s close and the thought is almost enough to make you come again.
With one pointed thrust, he pushes himself impossibly deep and stays there. And then, it washes over him, as he fills you up in waves and waves of his seed.
He lets go of your leg and leans back, his cock slipping out of you.
You feel so empty without him, and the feeling of his come slipping out of you doesn’t help. He watches your fingers as they make their way to collect whatever spilled out of you to push it back in, slightly shivering everytime you brush up against a sensitive spot.
Are you trying to rile him up again? He laughs at the thought.
“So insatiable,” his voice catches your attention, “let me help you,” he says.
There truly is no end to his greed, all he knows is to take. And it’s what he’s planning to do now, too.
You want to question him but the thought quickly dies on your tongue when you feel him penetrating you again. Your insides accommodate him with no resistance this time, but you can’t help but notice that he’s still hard.
“...no refractory period?” you think out loud. He hums in amusement.
“So you do have a brain, here I was thinking all you could do is think about my dick.”
You bite the side of your cheek, “Well, you’re not wrong. But…”
He twitches at your admission.
“I couldn’t help but notice some things.”
“Like?”
“You just seem so different.”, his gaze hardens for a moment and you hurry the next part of the sentence out, “Not in a bad way! It’s just… you’re stronger, faster, and prettier than anyone I've ever met”.
He doesn’t respond, inviting you to elaborate.
You don’t mention the rumors going around, not that they’re reliable, coming from another Harbinger’s subordinates, but every lie has a base of truth to it.
“There are other details, but the whole picture got me thinking…” Your voice dies down as you momentarily sink back into your thoughts.
“So what, you want an answer from me?” You don’t respond, focusing on how his tone has shifted into something more malicious, and how his hips started slowly moving again.
“Too cock-drunk to think?” He muses to himself. “That’s fine. Maybe you’ll figure it out one day.”
His cock rolls into your walls, pushing little gasps out of you.
“But for now, I’m gonna make good use of you.”
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My Brazilian ass is thinking way too much about a One Piece Brazilian military dictatorship AU and I need to put it out there or I will explode
Honestly, the only reason that's something I have such strong opinions about is bc Luffy is Brazilian and there's just so little Brazilian characters in media in general (There's more in Japanese media than in other places but I don't have the time to explain it, if you want to learn more about that you can watch this video).
I don't know how ethical it is to find parallels between a fictional work and very real events that caused the suffering and death of a lot of people. But I think that this is a way to share more of this very important moment in Brazilian history.
So, let's start with a bit of actual history before jumping into my strange attempt at mixing a media that I love and the history of my country.
(Tw: discussions of torture, death, abuse of power by the government, gun use, armed revolution, censorship and anything you can think about that has to do with a military dictatorship. I won't go into detail, but if that's something that triggers you be mindful of that)
Oh, not a TW but something you should know, there's a lot, and I mean a lot, of communism, socialism and anarchism, just so you know
The coup d'état
In 31th of March, 1964 the Brazilian President João Goulart was overthrown by the army. The coup would later be described as a "revolution" by Castelo Branco, one of the Presidents during de dictatorship. It was said to be revolution bc of the "threat of communism" that had been taking over Brazil.
I need to make this very clear, Brazil had at the time some communist and socialist party's, but there was no actual threat from them, since they weren't popular enough with the general population.
This anti-communism reasoning had been used before to instal dictatorships is Brazil, such as the Getulio Vargas government. And it's still being used to this day by far-right politicians to manipulate the public (no, I'll not be arguing about this, if you truly think Brazil has an actual communist threat you can go and find another blog for you, mine isn't the place. block me if you feel the need)
The coup, and the whole dictatorship, was funded by the US
The Institutional Acts
The Institutional Acts were extra-legal decrees that were issued. There were 17 of them and more than a 100 complementary acts.
The Institutional Act number 5 is considered the more violent one, it allowed: the revocation of mandate of any elected politician, the president to interfear in government of states and county's and it made possible for a citizen to lose their constitutional rights. This Act was the one that basically legalized the torture that was already happening.
The Torture and Assassinations
Again, not going into detail, but there was a lot of people who disappeared after being arrested. The most infamous case is of Vladimir Herzog who was found in his cell after "self deleting" with his tie. The photo of his body was sent to the news by the army, but it was questioned by the public, bc he used his tie, but his his legs could touch the floor, so not the most efficient way. I do not recommend looking for his name online unless you want to see the fake self deleting photo, there's no blood or gore, but it is a dead body.
You could be arrest for subversive behavior, basically anything that the government deemed to be against it. A lot of students and teachers were arrested, journalists, actual revolutionaries and people that they would call "communists" even if a lot of them weren't communists.
The Censorship
A lot of art was censored during the dictatorship. Some musicians, such as Chico Buarque , found ways to still criticize the government in their songs but in a more subtle way that wouldn't get them caught. But even then Chico Buarque had to flee the country at some point. (Construção, Cálice and A Banda are very good songs that he wrote during the dictatorship and that are seen a symbol of resistance, really recommend them)
Carlos Marighella
Carlos Marighella was at one point considered enemy number one by the government and was classified as a terrorist. He participated in the armed fight against the dictatorship and founded the Ação Libertadora Nacional (National Liberation Action)
Before the coup he was already part of the Communist Party and an atheist, getting arrested even before the coup bc of an offensive poem he wrote about the administration of Bahia.
The ALN was involved in the kidnapping of an American ambassador in 69, along side the MR-8, another revolutionary movement.
Later that year Marighella was killed in the back of a car after being shot multiple times by the police. The photo of his body would be sent to papers, and through that way his son, fifteen at the time, discovered about his father’s death.
His death would get the urban guerrilla slowed down, but the rural guerrillas still happen and it got more support.
In 1996 the Ministry of Justice would recognize Marighella’s death as the estate’s responsibility. In 2007 it was decided that his wife, Clara Charf was to have a lifetime pension from the government (she is still alive at 99 years old). And, in 2012, after investigations, the Ministry of Justice declared his amnesty post mortem.
(Again, be careful when searching about him, the pictures of his body are not hard to find, and it’s a very bloody image. He was shot multiple times)
The end
The dictatorship ended in 1985. At that point the military was having difficulties keeping itself in power, since the direct elections for governor in 1982 had already elected 10 governors that were in opposition to the dictatorship.
Along side that, during 1983 and 1984 there was a civil movement called “Diretas Já” that wanted the direct elections for the president back, since those stopped happening after the dictatorship took place. That movement was taken down, but even then in the indirect elections of 1985 the non-military candidate, Tancredo Neves, won the election, officially ending the dictatorship.
The end of the dictatorship had already been expected by the military. So in 1979 the president João Batista Figueiredo signed the amnesty for anyone who had committed political crimes, including the torturers. Dilma Rousseff, the first woman to be president of Brazil, elected in 2012, was one of the many people to be tortured by the military and one of the few that survived it. And the current president, Luís Inácio "Lula" da Silva, was part of the syndicalist movement during the dictatorship (not saying I like them, but they are very important figures today and I think it puts into perspective that this events weren't that long ago)
About 400 people were confirmed dead after the end of the dictatorship, but more than 20,000 were missing. It's very hard to find the information about the missing people, since even if files were made about them they are either hidden somewhere or they have been destroyed. To this day new information about this period is being discovered.
In 1988 the new constitution had been written and put into place. It still is the constitution that is being used to this day and is called the citizen constitution, since it was made for the new democratic government. It also made the presidential elections direct again.
WTF AM I DOING??? (AKA: the actual One Piece part)
(honestly there's still a lot of history during this part, I'm terrible at this)
The Marighella question
I just needed to work someone based on Marighella into this, he is such an important figure in all of this. I had two main ideas, either Gol D. Roger and Monkey D. Dragon could fulfill this role of a number one enemy but bc the main character is obviously Luffy i kinda want to make it Dragon.
I think I have some ideas abt their father-son relationship, or lack of it, that would make it interesting.
What I'm writing here is basically a pre-story and the very beginning of it, bc of it some characters are going to be left out (also I haven't watched all of one piece)
Monkey D. Garp
Born in 1904 in the city of Rio de Janeiro
Joined the military in 1922 at 18
Had Dragon in 1929 at 25
Fought in WWII as part of the cobras fumantes (smoking snakes)
Had a difficult time being there for Dragon when he was growing up since he at the time was to rising up the ranks
Tried to get Dragon to join the military
In 1951 when the Getúlio Vargas got into power again Dragon had been affiliated to the communist party for 5 years and Garp stated to hide their connection so that he wouldn't have to report his son.
Luffy is born in 1952 and Dragon takes care of him until 1955. Garp tries to take care of him for a few months, but bc he's a this point a Brigadier General he doesn't have the time to take care of a kid, so Luffy is sent to live with Dadan in Salvador.
When the coup happens Garp burns every file that has Dragon's full name
When Dragon is expelled from the communist party, in 1967, Garp thinks that he's going to calm down and stop, but a few months later more violent revolutionary actions start happening and Garp just knows that it is his son
Garp tries to disturb the investigations that are slowly getting closer to Dragon, but when the U.S starts putting more and more funds into finding and killing Dragon he is forced to stop or he'll be under suspicion of treason
When Dragon dies in 1969 Garp goes to Salvador to tell Luffy face to face abt his father's death
He again tries to get Luffy to join the military, trying to get his grandson to be safe, maybe that way he can resign
Luffy refuses and Garp knows that if he resigns he won't be able to protect Luffy, so he doesn't resign
When his colleagues start talking about this new traveling artists that are making subversive plays in the more rural areas Garp promises himself that no one will kill his grandson
Monkey D. Dragon
Born in 1929 in Salvador, Bahia
He remembers the fear that he felt every time a soldier came bearing news of his father's situation. Would this be the time they tell him he died while fighting the nazis?
The first time he learned about communism was by chance. Some activists had ran scared after the police arrived and left behind some copies of the communist manifesto. He was 14 and that was the first book he read through that wasn't for school
When WWII ended in 1945 Dragon was relieved to have his father back, but that didn't last long. Soon Garp was back to work
They moved to Rio de Janeiro after Garp came back
Since Rio was, at the time, the capital and Gétulio Vargas had just been deposed it wasn't particularly difficult for Dragon to start going to communist meetings
In 1946, when Dragon is 17, he officially joins de communist party
After he graduated high school in the end of that same year he officially moves out and start living in a college commune
He goes to the Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro (UFRJ - Federal University of Rio de Janeiro) to get a sociology degree
He graduates in 1950
When Vargas becomes a President again in 1951 Dragon is arrested for subversion for the first time
He's in prison for a few months
When he sees Garp after that they both know that no one can know about their connection. Vargas is in power again and an active member of the communist party that is also the son of an important figure from the military has the biggest target in his back
They wouldn't see each other for years. Both still living in Rio de Janeiro, but no attempts at contact would be made
In 1952 Luffy is born, Dragon is his sole caretake
For his son he tries to lay low, he knows what is like to have an absent father, he doesn't want his son to have the same. He does more office work, publishing unsigned papers in various communist papers and that works
For 3 years that works, but then he's arrested in a violent way. He is shot in the stomach and 2 cops press him to side of the car while putting handcuff on him
Luffy sees everything
When he gets his one call he calls one of his friends and asks them to take Luffy to Garp's house in as many codes as he can use, trying to make sure that the cops didn't know he had a son.
This time his arrest lasts 2 years, he thinks that it would've lasted more if Vargas hadn't ended his own government by killing himself
He goes to visit Garp, to visit Luffy
But Luffy isn't there and Garp won't tell him where Luffy is
He's angry, furious, but at the same time he knows that Luffy is going to be safer away from him
He never sees Luffy again
Juscelino Kubitschek (JK) is elected President in 1955 and the construction of Brasília, the new capital, starts
Things calm down for a few years between JK's government, Jânio Quadros resignation from office and than João Goulart
But the coup happens
Everyone in the party knows that if things had been hard when Vargas was president they are about to get worse now
The younger members of the party, the ones that hadn't been there when Vargas was president, either get even more radicalized or leave the party
Dragon feels like they aren't doing enough, people are getting tortured and killed and they are writing articles that are never going to be published
He's expelled from the party, his colleagues see him as being way to violent, but he takes some people with them and makes his own revolutionary group
They finally get some world out there, but the military makes sure that none of it gets to the papers, censoring everything
The military gets more vicious in their search for Dragon, so Dragon gets more violent
Civillians are never to be killed, even if they are sometimes caught in the crossfire
They throw a grenade in an U.S building and things get harder, now the U.S wants Dragon's head too
He knows that he's going to die, that the police has found his colleagues, his friends. He knows that he is one of the few left and, maybe, if he dies first, the ones that are still alive can get away, maybe live normal lives
He writes letter and records messages in tapes, most os them are for Luffy
When he gets shot the first time he knows that this it, that he's going to die there in the backseat of a car
Quickly the other shots follow
Monkey D. Luffy
Born in 1952 in the city of Rio de Janeiro
His gramps sent him to live in Salvador when he was very young
For some reason he doesn't have many memories from before he went to live with Dadan... but he remembers someone being shot
He's 5 when he meets his brothers. He loves them
School is boring
Gramps wants him to join the army when he grows up
One day, when Luffy is 7 a band of traveling artists appear in town, the cops hate them but Luffy is immediately interested
Shanks is just so cool and so strong
Luffy wants to be like him when he grows up
They get into a fight with some low grade soldiers and Luffy tries to defend them
He fails
Shanks has to protect him and gets shot in his shoulder, he loses movement of his arm
Luffy promises himself that he would get strong enough to not let anyone he cares about get hurt
Shanks continues to tell him that it wasn't his fault, the cop should't have pointed at gun at a child
Just as sudden as they came the leave, Shanks gives Luffy his straw hat
Things go back to how they were before, except now Luffy knows he will never be part of the military
Gramps is angry when he hears that
When he's twelve his teachers start talking about how the military is now in power, they say it's a good thing "We'll finally get ride of the commies, there will be order in the country"
Luffy feels something sick in him
A month later Sabo dies
Luffy and Ace didn't go to school for a week
Ace graduated and left. He said he wanted to do something good, make their childhood dreams of changing the world into reality
Luffy wants to go with him but Ace refused
Luffy is now alone
School is still boring and now his teachers continue to praise the military in everything they do. Some of them seem scared of the military though
He's 15 when he hears whispers of this “commie bastard” that is been causing havoc in Rio de Janeiro
He's 16 when the papers now have the face and name of the commie bastard, a guy with a face tattoo, " THE TERRORIST DRAGON"
He's 17 when his gramps shows up in town, with a paper in hands that declared that Dragon was dead
"Your dad Luffy, he died"
Gramps begs him to join the military, to keep himself safe
Luffy can't agree to that, not after having see the military hurt so many people and stop them from being free
All Luffy wants is to be free
That is the first time he sees his Gramps cry
His gramps said that his dad left him tapes and letters
Luffy hears and reads all of them that night
When Dadan and gramps go to wake him up next day they find an empty bed
Okay, this post is already way to long and characters like Ace and Sabo are more interesting if I talk abt them at a later point
Honestly I really recommend taking pieces of the history of your country and characters you love and smash them. It doesn't need to be something so traumatic as my choice was, you can just use something that you think is interesting.
My choice was the dictatorship bc I think One Piece deals a lot with themes like these with the marines that it was the most obvious choice. Also communist Dragon, honestly that was a big part of it too
Less important, but like, I really do need to change the names of the IRL presidents and stuff like that. bc even the idea of "Monkey D. Dragon" and "Getúlio Vargas" being two people alive at the same time is weird
I don't know if this post will get attention, but I do plan on writing more of whatever this is
Also, this shit wasn't beta'd I just needed to get this out there as soon as possible
#one piece#one piece au#monkey d garp#monkey d dragon#monkey d. luffy#luffy#one piece luffy#straw hat luffy#I will not be tagging anything related to the actual dictatorship#this shit is already weird enough#I guess I will tag Brazilian Luffy bc you know#Brazilian Luffy#communist dragon#tw violence#tw implied violence#tw implied abuse#tw death#one piece writing#not beta read#not beta'd
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Rose's Day of Asks - the sequel
Hope you are recovering well from what we all just had to endure. And in the spirit of happier things. What have been your favourite qls this year? (it's my first time in your inbox so excuse the more bland question, I promise I'll do better next time)
Rose💛
Ah thank you Rose. I’m happy to join in with this.
Fave QLs from this year so far…
I feel like I’ve loved many many series this year. Some I’ve been a bit disappointed by something in them but not enough to stop me liking them a lot.
If you’d asked me half way through ep 11 of Last Twilight it would have made it into my favourites list. But I hated the end of that episode and i disliked the overall end of the show so it got kicked off the list.
But getting to the actual list,
Time of Fever - I adored it. Even though it made me sob to the point I had to pause for a break because I couldn’t see the subtitles. And even though I didn’t get the post ULS scenes I desperately wanted, I loved it so much. The chemistry was great, I liked the pacing, I liked the scenery and the lighting and pretty much everything about it. I’ve said this approximately one million times by now but I just want a sequel set after ULS, a whole series or even a one off episode will do. I need them to get a concrete happy ending. But even without a sequel if I take it as a standalone series that ends back at the sea the ending was hopeful enough that I’d happily rewatch.
Love for Love’s Sake - I don’t think I found a single fault. I loved that it was different. I found the leads interesting, the story made me want to watch as soon as new eps were released, the ending made me smile so much. Overall just brilliant.
Blue Boys - I just really enjoyed the chemistry and the kisses and how it wasn’t too thinky and it didn’t make me sad. Sometimes I just need something short, light and easy to watch and Blue Boys was that.
At 25:00 in Akasaka - I’ve not done a full rewatch yet, because every time I log into Gaga to start I end up just watching the last episode. I’ve lost count now how many times I’ve seen it. I can’t quite put my finger on why I’m so drawn to it either. It just makes me happy.
Perfect Propose - I found it perfect, well almost. It would have been slightly improved by one more episode but I always think that when I love something and don’t want it to end, even when the story is completed. I liked both mains. I liked how Hiro changed his life and didn’t just accept that he’d be stuck in a miserable work/life balance situation that he hated for the rest of his life. I also loved the playful ending from the cramp to the tomatoes to Kai teasing about the texting. It left me happy.
Happy of the End - It was hard to watch and I didn’t “enjoy” it but it compelled me to keep watching in the hope that these broken men would find love together. I’m glad the ending was the way it was. I see the arguments that the series could have ended without them meeting again and I think that would have worked, but I don’t tend to enjoy completely non happy endings especially in QL stories because real life can be shit enough and I find a fictional life with a little hope is more satisfying.
Dead Friend Forever - I’ve just realised that I’m adding a series with a non happy ending to my favourites list despite what I just said about endings. I clearly can’t be trusted with my opinions! It’s still there though. Mainly because it was a break from the norm, I was intrigued the whole way through and I liked that everyone was at least a little bit messed up. I don’t even know what would have constituted a happy ending for any of them.
City of Stars - it was sweet, I liked everyone in it. It’s on my favourite list as an easy enjoyable watch with decent chemistry and a not annoying ending, which seemed to be rare this year.
I Became the Lead in a BL Drama - I’ve checked and MDL said it ended Jan 1st so technically it’s on the favourites of 2024 list. It was a very fun, silly, cute way to spend a few hours. I adored it so much that I got my partner to rewatch it with me about a month ago and I was really pleased she also liked it.
The On1y One - I’m adding this one because I loved it. I thought the actors were really good. It was slow, but I think airing two eps a week helped it not feel quite as slow because instead of lasting three months we’ve seen it all in six weeks. I might be disappointed and change my mind if we never get a series two, and I would have liked it to end on a happier note but as I just discussed with @ellsieee the ending could have been sadder and overall it’s not stopped me liking the series as a whole. I do feel like I’m going to have to read the novel because my patience is not strong enough for the wait.
This last one wasn’t out this year, and it’s not a series, but I’ve got no GLs on the list and as a queer woman I feel like this is letting myself down, so I’m cheating and adding this to my favourites list because I (re)watched it this year:
Summerland (2020) - A film about a reclusive queer unmarried writer who takes in an evacuee boy during the Second World War. It was so good. The ending was a little contrived and I saw it coming a little while before it happened but it was still feel good and happy and hopeful and comforting. I loved it.
Ok, that got long so I’m not thinking about any more series that I loved from this year.
#answering stuff#ah thinking about the shows I’ve loved makes me want to rewatch them all#actually could have found a few more#I do think I’m very easy to please#just give me a decent happy ending and some good chemistry and I’m sold#thanks for the ask
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Starbomb and music theory 🦌🎵
CW : Strong Language
After 3 albums of greatness, it seemed like the magic of Starbomb would be a long gone memory, but miraculously in a tweet on the 27th of February 2023 our prayers had been answered ; the kings shall return.
And returned they have, with their new album Starbomb Boom: Rise of Lyrics. At the time I'm writing this post, their music video for Kiss the Elden Ring has recently been released and hopefully we'll still see new content for that 4th album.
If my username on most platforms is Starceptor it's because of Starbomb and Egoraptor (Arin Hanson), who's a member of the band alongside Danny Sexbang (Dan Avidan) and Ninja Brian (Brian Wecht) - listening to their songs on loop for years has significantly helped me become more casual with English (swears included), they introduced me to a whole new side of online and gaming nerd culture while also making me more interested in music-making in general by ensuring a place in my heart as one of my favorite bands of all time. By talking about them, I am somewhat also going back to the roots of my own motivations for making music, so I find it fitting that I refer to them in the context of my personal journey with composing.
I'm usually not a big fan of the kind of humor that Starbomb embraces but, they use it in such an over the top and self-parodic manner in their songs that it loops back to being funny again. As a celebration of their new album I wanted to go back to this awesome band in order to analyze what constitutes their musical identity.
Unfortunately, they already beat me to it :
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This is usually the part where I sing the chorus out. But we haven't established what this song is all about. Then I chime in real quick for a just a second as the character delivers a line that reminds us of the joke. And I'll respond with harmonies, isn't that dope ?
This is when the song concept should heighten for effect. If you think we use that formula a lot, you are correct.
Danny said everything there, Starbomb does rely a lot on very similar patterns from one song to another. They are a self-described (in the about section of their website) synthpop/hip-hop band, and these pop influences can definitely be found all throughout this "formula" they "use a lot". Since the late 1970s, synthpop focused mainly on minor key songs, and if we take a look at the first Starbomb album :
I choose you to die / C-Minor
It's dangerous to go alone / A-Minor
Mega-Marital problems / D-Minor
Rap Battle : Ryu vs Ken / F#-Minor
Book of Nook / A#-Minor
Regretroid (my personal favorite) / Bb-Minor
Kirby's adventure in Reamland / G-Minor
The Simple Plot of Final Fantasy VII / A-Minor
8 songs in minor key, but the repetitions do not end here. Without going into much detail, most of the progressions within the first album are very common, almost cliché in pop music and well, there are some other redundant patterns...
To poetically quote this review of the first album ;
"[...] the phrase “What up b*tch?” is used so many times on this album, you begin to wonder whether Jessie Pinkman had a hand in its creation."
Point is, the instrumental at first never was the focus of Starbomb songs, the lyrics and their punchline were. But once you fall for the charm of these dumb jokes that get overextended to the full lenght of a song, you begin to love these same synthetizers you hear almost every time or even appreciate in what ways the instrumental might differ from the usual (shoutout to the chilled out groove of It's dangerous to go alone). The band is very aware of this, in fact, while all of their songs in the 3rd album sound quite unique, the one that ressembles the most the formula of their earlier songs is precisely the parody of their own repetitions : This song sucks. And from the first to their fourth album you see their progression wihen it comes to making the back-up music for their songs thematically coherent (starting at first with songs like Luigi's Ballad that alternate to a different tempo whether Luigi or Mario are singing, to reallly taking full effect with the second album onwards. For example how can't I mention one of their most recent songs Nintendo's Greatest Announcement done entirely in whispered rapping as said "Announcement" supposedly is a secret leak).
Arin is hitting that yoinky spoinkly like a champ.
If it weren't for Starbomb, well first of all I wouldn't have named myself Starceptor and therefore later on Stiaral, but I probably wouldn't have been introduced either to an awesome passion project on the internet that would have influenced me to work on my own stuff using also back-up synths and some chiptune soundfonts I'd end up playing around with on MuseScore.... Oh and fun thing the base for my fursona's hairstyle actually is Starbomb Link's cut.
Best Link design ever /hj - love what they did especially with the eye lashes.
#Youtube#starbomb#egoraptor#danny sexbang#ninja brian#music theory#musescore#synthpop#hip hop#nerdcore#music
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Hello Miss Lettie.
I was wondering if you'd be willing to discuss your religion and the way you feel about the temple itself with me? I know you're a busy person, of course, so I'm happy to work around your schedule.
If not, that's perfectly fine as well.
Thank you in advance,
- @code-dread
Hello there!
Of course! I am busy, but I would consider this exactly the kind of thing I am busy with. By which I guess I mean my job? Hehe... And it is an interesting question... Somehow I'm not sure I've really been asked before...
I did notice you speaking with Jordan, by the way! It's always heartening to see new people take interest in the temple c:
As for your question,
I think I may have a different perspective on the temple than most people here? Mostly in that everyone else here has made vows of their own volition and experienced other things, while I've always been here! And in that I have a lot of information that the others here don't. I even need to keep secrets from Brother Jordan ahaha ^^; I'll have to be careful with that sort of thing when I'm sharing my opinion, come to think of it.
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You know, I'm not sure where to start! The temple is all I've ever really known, so as much as I'd like to give you helpful, concise information, it is a bit of a case of trying to explain how I feel about my life as a whole ^^; ... I hope you will forgive me if this is a bit all over the place!
Hmmmm... Firstly, I think I have to make the disclaimer that this is an organised religion, right? I'm not sure there really is such a thing as organised religion without flaws or corruption - and because of my position, I tend to see a lot of it quite up close, which makes me really sad. :< I have a lot of affection for this place and the people in it, so seeing certain individuals use it in such a way truly hurts. I often find myself wondering just what it is about the temple that seems to be enabling the sort of exploitation I keep seeing, but I'm not sure it's something I'm brave enough to bring up to anybody. Maybe one day... I do what I can to make things easier for people for the time being. ^^; The safety of our flock is of the utmost concern, after all. (hehe. flock...)
That aside, I think the temple does a lot of good! In my own experience, I was raised here, so I'm naturally thankful for that. I've been kept very safe from the various dangers and corrupting influences in town and had lots of opportunities to learn and to help people because of it. ^^ (Besides, from what little I've heard of the alternative outcome, I'm not certain that someone with my constitution would cope very well at all.)
One of our main rules is obedience to our elders... I choose to take this to mean that we are allowed to privately question them, but to we are expected to only act on this after the fact. (Unless you find someone older still whose age-authority cancels the other person's out! That's why I have learned the exact ages of everyone at the temple, to avoid those with unclean intent ^^) While there are those who would take advantage of this, in theory, the idea is that we should look up to and respect those with experience - and in the same vein, have a responsibility to guide and care for our juniors. And I think if everyone did that, it would be a lovely world. ^^ So in that sense, I'm quite blessed to have so many elders here.
We also place a heavy emphasis on sexual purity... To my understanding, this temptation is a constant plague that humankind suffers from greatly - especially in this town. I've heard frightful things of what happens outside, perpetrated by those overcome by their sin, so perhaps we are onto something. I myself believe that everyone can grow and improve so long as they truly desire it, so I try to be kind even to people that do bad things, but the temple as a whole is uh... Quite firm in their treatment of sinners as a whole. This is probably good, though ^^ To grow and become pure, people need both harsh correction and balm for their wounds. Otherwise my approach would just be coddling, right?
Ummm... I hope this has been helpful? It's hard to know what to include and what not to! This being my whole life and all. If you ever see me, feel free to approach me to talk, if you should so wish! Or to just ask more questions here, I suppose? Whichever you prefer if you need to.
#((This question was challenging to answer but also super fun! Love the opportunity to try to sneak in a lil character study))#((She is of course being uh NOT FULLY HONEST here - she can't exactly get away with that. Or even Very honest.))#((But I hope people enjoy extrapolating what they can from this hehe))#((Fun game to play is drinking at every red flag))#((Another one is overthinking what she actually means - particularly when she seems like she's being#super guard lowered totally open and honest lmao))
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Hi! It's Cecilia! I had a question, prayer request, and something I wanted to share. The thing I wanted to share was I did sign up or a discernment retreat at the end of the month, it's a talk with religious persons for those discerning the religious life, a whole weekend! So the prayer request is that it goes well and is fruitful. And the question is kinda silly, but is it wrong to think of God/Jesus as your husband? Because sometimes at Church during Mass I'll think it when the Priest is raising the host up for veneration during the Sanctus and Benedictus like, "My Lord and My God! It's my hubby! I wanna get down there and be with ya!" Or when I'm getting ready outfits for the week and knowing which days I'll go to Mass I want to make sure I look good for Him, like picking modest but pretty dresses and veils that match well. I know it's a little silly, but it's like when someone's gushing about their spouse it's kinda what it feels like for me. Is that weird or wrong? God Bless!
Hi Cecilia!,
That is so exciting!!! I hope your retreat goes well. So far from my experiences of briefly talking to religious they have been so gentle, loving, and kind. Don’t be afraid to ask questions and enjoy the experience! I plan to visit some communities starting next year when I have more time off from work. 😊
I don’t think it’s silly because I know that when a nun takes her final vows to be a nun for life (called solemn vows or perpetual vows) the nun gives herself definitively to Christ. She receives a ring on her finger to symbolize her spousal relationship with God and her mission within the Church. She may also receive a new additions to her habit and she may also get something like a book of psalms. This takes usually up to 5 or more years depending on the Order.
“The Profession of Solemn Vows takes place in the presence of the Church. “It is a true wedding with Christ in a renewed covenant of love” (Constitutions #23). The years of formation leading up to this moment, should have prepared a Sister for this moment of grace and led her to freely offer herself to Christ and His Church through religious consecration for life.”
It could be part of your discernment, your heart longing to be closer and closer to God. I would definitely share it when you meet the nuns or other religious on your retreat, if you feel comfortable enough.
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Same anon from today abt QLU: Completely agree
lexi 👎🏾 aussie 👎🏾 mildred 👎🏾👎🏾👎🏾
I feel so bad for Rae honestly. She was visibly uncomfortable the entire show, you could tell she was pushed into participating by Lexi. she mentioned she was completely blackout drunk during the sexual encounter with vanessa, which makes me question the consensual aspect. as someone who used to get blackout drunk I understand how confusing that is, and to have people constantly bringing it up and calling it "fingergate" is so humiliating and gross. I also learned Lexi has an onlyfans now and is dating another onlyfans model, which, not to shame her, but it's just a bit sad. I'm glad rae is free now, i don't think lexi was good for her.
Aussie we know has a lot of growing to do. Sam deserves better and I thought and hoped she was going to leave single. I feel like they are back at square one. I did not think proposing with a rock was cute (in another context, maybe, but since it's aussie, it seemed like she wasn't taking things seriously.) It doesn't really feel like they are actually engaged. It feels like everything is just going to go according to Aussie's plan and timeline, with Sam capitulating on all fronts once again. I also had a crush on aussie in the beginning but I'm so over it now. not to be age-ist but the immature way she was acting contrasted sharply with her age, to the point where she looked older and older as the series went on. Like idk how to explain it, she looks damn good for her age but I just kept on thinking "you are 40!" the more time passed and became more and more aware of her physical age compared to the mental.
Mildred... i have no words... DV and getting mad at someone for calling the police when you were the one throwing things. i hope people don't start circulating those false stats about how lesbians are more prone to DV. But just... why did the only lesbian dating show have to end on such a disturbing note. mildred was disturbing.
And YOLY!!! I was so taken aback her actions in ep9 because I feel like the edit favored her previously and she acted so trashy suddenly. The way she acted in the ultimatum episode confused and shocked and baffled me. like the whole time I was like... "I thought you were engaged, are people allowed to do and say these things when they're engaged???"' It made no sense... But wtf girl why did she take off the ring and front like she wasn't engaged, letting xander confess to her, and then flip flop saying she was engaged but she loved xander more, like what was she even hoping to achieve? I was rooting for her but what in the fuck was that?? I truly did not understand what she was doing in that episode, like i'm still confused right now. How did she fumble so hard when two hot butches both were professing their love to her? I think xander and mal both dodged a bullet there in the end.
completely agree when you said "u just accepted someones proposal n then here u are doing things i’d constitute as cheating w another woman.." I could not wrap my head around it. There's a clip of the uncut footage on reddit that shows Yoly was even kissing xander on the mouth after accepting the proposal from Mal. Like wow. i wish mal and xander the best though.
I'll end this here. Hope the rambling wasn't too long or unhinged. This whole show stressed me out so much. thanks for introducing it to me but goddahm it was so much messier than I expected, especially after the reunion. I was so happy at first, like "yay lesbians on tv!" but then, apart from the general reality tv toxicity and messiness, there were some reminders about the anti-woman hellscape we're living in that even lesbian's can't escape 1) pronouns 2) plastic surgery (vanessa got a major nose job :((() 3) "sex work" (Lexi's OF) and 4)DV. I'm glad it exists, though, it ellicited many emotions. If you have any more takes or posts about the show I would love to read them.
Also there's a new lesbian reality tv show called "I kissed a girl" coming out soon on BBC. The gay predecessor, 'I kissed a boy" just wrapped up, and it was pretty good. I was wondering if you heard of it or planned on watching it.
xoxo
wait she was blackout drunk??? thats even worse oh my god.. i mean when she woke up it showed that she immediately regretted it and despite that, lexi constantly guilted and shamed her and demonised her which doesnt even make sense to me... like.. U WERE BROKEN UP ??///
agreed that calling it fingergate is gross tho. rae was clearly v distressed by the whole topic so..
i feel u on aussie. i found her attractive at first too but the temper tantrums changed my mind. i kinda get what u mean about her age, like i thought she looked very young for her age at first but then remembering her age and it being in contrast w her behaviour made her feel a lot older somehow and not in a good way (for me age is generally a good thing lol but her immaturity just made it cringe that shes 42 and Like That)
i get what u mean about DV stats etc cause i thought similarly. i do like that it did show that butches arent the ones who are likely abusers tho, and also yeah i feel like in most couples it was toxic as hell and u could argue someone in the pair is abusive. vanessa (manipulative), mildred (straight up abusive), aussie (always leaving & abandoning her partner, no communication), lexi (controlling and manipulative)... yoly out of her couple but i would say its a reach to say shes abusive or controlling.
ur right yoly's behaviour around the engagement stuff was very weird
also omfg i didnt realise vanessa got a nose job. i noticed she seemed like she got some lip filler but NOOOO i loved her nose wtf !!
whats the show i kissed a boy & i kisssed a girl about ???
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There was tension between Baldwin and Gallowglass in season 3. Could we have some post season 3 fluff with the two of them?
"Really? We're doing I'm not speaking with you?"
"You started it. When you betrayed me."
Gallowglass sighed. He did know that even his father wouldn't be too happy with the way he left his uncle - his blood - but Philippe had ordered it.
"I'm sorry, uncle, that you felt that I betrayed you,"
Baldwin raised an eyebrow, but Gallowglass had known his uncle long enough to know that constituted forgiveness. If he hadn't, he would've taken a nice big bite out of his neck.
"How's the whole, 'I am in love with my aunt' thing going?" Baldwin asked, a smirk on his face, "
"You've fallen for women Matthew was interested in before," Gallowglass pointed out.
"Yes. Because it was fun and none of them were my aunt," Baldwin pointed out, chuckling, "You poor man. We'll have to get that out of your system and that tattoo."
"I like my tattoo,"
"A witch though? Couldn't it be Miriam? Or even Phoebe? Someone who you are not related to and it would be more entertaining for me." Baldwin said, imagining how fun it would be to watch Gallowglass and Marcus fight. He missed the simple chaos of their family.
"Bastard." Gallowglass retorted.
"Idiot."
The two engaged in a playful wrestle, memories of the Scotsman's youth when he used to fight and train with his uncle.
Baldwin was quicker, stronger as always and had his nephew in a headlock, standing casually as Gallowglass struggled.
"Okay, uncle. You win. I'll go out with you."
"And?"
"New tattoo." Gallowglass sighed.
Ysabeau walked in, and looked
"Ysabeau" "Granny" Both men greeted her.
"Do I want to know?"
"Just reminding my nephew of proper relations in this family,"
"He's a prick," Gallowglass said, Baldwin's arm tightening around his neck.
"Boys," The matriarch muttered before leaving. At least they were getting along now.
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for the ask meme: polnareff :^)
thank u!! (post)
favorite thing: sorry but his boobies
least favorite thing: his stupid fucking hairstyle 😭😭😭😭
favorite line: "He looks like the cartoon cheese in Tom and Jerry!!!!!" "Suck on my sword and die you piece of shit" also during the anubis fight: (pol) "I'm going to show you something so amazing, it'll finish you off right here and now!" [skip a few lines] (joot) "You're going to push it in?" [skip a few lines] "Don't push it any further!" (pol) "I will not stop! I'll push it in and tear your guts to shreds!" like they just couldn't resist with that one huh
brOTP: KAK & POL FRIENDSHIP SUPREMACY!!! they are best fucking friends!!!!!!!!!
OTP: the truth comes out today ........ I do not have an otp with pol. like, I enjoy avpol enough, but I'm not like CRAZY about it u know? I enjoy the friendship love aspects of part 3 more than romantic love aspects. I sowwy :(
nOTP: ummmm... don't rlly have one .... I mean I guess any ships of him with villains esp dio and vanny. holpol scares me sometimes but yall do yall I guess. (I am not a hol horse fan)
random headcanon: he is a big new wave & disco enjoyer. #1 listener of abba and oingo boingo and talking heads (kakyoin showed him the latter 2). BUT he also likes metal to everyone's surprise ..... he had an emo phase when he was a teen and thats where his love of metal comes from. he tried to start a band with some of his friends and he was vocals (he can sing well!) but it did not last long. Yes there are embarrassing pics out there of teen pol with paint on his face and a super late-70s grunge hairstyle and a t-shirt with ripped off sleeves standing next to a very cheery and bright sherry. No he will not show you them.
speaking of him singing well he sings ALL THE TIME. humming/singing to himself, in the car with the music up high, in the shower, cooking, doing ANYTHING. sometimes it's cute but most of the time it just gets on everyone's nerves.
AND speaking of cooking he can do that really well and would/has/regularly cooks for everyone. he owns several bad aprons such as "MILF" "wooden spoon survivor" and one that makes him look like he's wearing a bikini
(sorry ik it was just supposed to be one)
unpopular opinion: to be honest I don't know what constitutes as unpopular because I don't engage with Jojo fans/fanon that much. because u people are fucking crazy. *sprays you with lysol*
song I associate with them: mmm, any ABBA song (one in particular: Kisses of Fire, and If It Wasnt For The Nights), also specifically weird science by oingo boingo because whenever it comes on I imagine him and nori getting really into it. and little red corvette AND pussy control by prince sorry. AND voulez-vous and lovers live a little longer by abba AGAIN SORRY.
I have a whole playlist dedicated to songs polnareff would listen to and force everyone else to listen to. basically his car ride mix tape.
favorite picture of them: this is so corny but every picture of polnareff I'm sorry 😭
#jjba#ask game#anon#asks#pol#i have so many thoughts about him all the time#jean pierre polnareff#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba headcanons#stardust crusaders#sdc#wizposting
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Lokius headcanons ♡
Who says “I love you” first?
Loki, actually! But only because Mobius knows this whole reciprocation thing is new for him and he decides to wait him out until he gets there on his own. He doesn't want Loki to feel like he has to say it back or to use Mobius' confession to manipulate him.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?
100% Mobius. Loki's background picture is himself.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?
Loki. They're cheeky notes more often than not, but sometimes it's just a tiny heart and Mobius needs a moment to compose himself when he sees it.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?
I'll just leave this here:
Who buys the other cheesy gifts?
Who has a knack for flare? Who's obsessed with certain valuable objects? Who's inclined to think they have to constantly woo the other to keep up their interest?
Loki showers Mobius in gifts and it's a struggle to show him he doesn't need to.
Who initiated the first kiss?
Mobius. They were bickering and he had enough of Loki's smartass comments. He cupped the back of Loki's head and planted a firm, lingering kiss on his lips, then went on with his tasks for the day, pretending to be casual about it. Loki was speechless for a whopping five minutes after.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning?
Mobius, again. Loki's a night owl and he likes to laze around in bed in the morning, so he doesn't tend to appreciate those morning kisses, unfortunately. He always complains of morning breath or a stubble burn, but he accepts the kisses pliantly.
Who starts tickle fights?
Loki, when he's in a particularly silly mood. He sneaks up on Mobius, then pounces on him like a kitten. Mobius is not used to being touched all the time, so he's insanely ticklish on his neck and sides.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?
Um, define lunch? Loki has a slightly skewed idea of what constitutes edible food... But yeah, he's the one who shows up unannounced, if only to gossip or poke around in Mobius' stuff.
Who was nervous and shy on the first date?
Both of them, but neither showed it. That's why it was a little stiff and awkward until they started a playful argument and everything was right in the world again.
Who kills/takes out the spiders?
Loki's ready to use his magic and smite anything small with more than four legs on sight, no creepy-crawlies in his vicinity thank you very much, but Mobius does his best to save the poor creatures and takes them out.
Who proclaims their love publicly when they’re drunk?
Loki, but not in so many words. He's a loud, bubbly drunk but he never loses his control completely. To say the L-word in public would be the equivalent of drawing a target on his heart. Mobius is a quiet drunk and he gets very affectionate, so they're obvious enough without a declaration anyway.
#lokius#headcanons#loki#mobius m mobius#i love this ship#i want to write so many thundershield + lokius fics since i watched the show
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Ship: Freed x Laxus
Rating: Teen
Prompt: Two Bros Chilling in A Hot Tub/Lightning Struck
Summary: Freed knew he had a lot to learn about being a professional wizard, and when he was paired up with Laxus for a mission he expected to learn a lot. He didn't expect to spend a day with him in a hot tub, and he certainly didn't expect to get an entirely unrelated education about life and about love.
Notes: Hello everyone, happy Fraxus Week. For the two bonus days, I've murged the prmopts together to make a two-shot. The second chapter will be uploaded on July the 22nd. I hope you all enjoy it, and head over to @fuckyeahfraxus to see all the other content for the event.
Links: Chapter Two ||| Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction
Chapter One
Year: X782
Location: Magnolia, Fiore
Professional Wizardry was still new to Freed. He hadn't wandered into the profession without the expectation that he'd be forced to do things that previously would have been unthinkable, or that his life wouldn't change entirely the moment he had joined a guild, but he felt like he was learning a new aspect to his profession every day. His expectations of the job and the reality of the job was almost entirely different, and Freed found himself enjoying the challenge.
He'd thought he'd be on missions near constantly. He'd go to some place in Fiore, use his magic to fight off a monster or dark wizard, and get paid for it. He hadn't expected there to be a community attached to it, that they'd be such a rigid tier system of missions, and how missions could be anything from finding a lost item, to being on a team attempting to disband a cult. There was so much more, and it was all fascinating.
After his eighteenth birthday three months prior, the jobs that he was allowed to accept had greatly opened up. They were more difficult, presented him with a greater threat to his life, and he was relishing the challenge. He could have gone on those missions earlier, but he much preferred working alone. While he was accepting that being in Fairy Tail meant there was a certain level of comradery with fellow guildmates, and that with that comradery there also came obligations, he didn't see the point in splitting his finances with others while he was powerful enough to perform these missions on his own and take home all the money himself.
The exception to this was Laxus Dreyar.
Master Makarov had approached Freed on his birthday with a proposition. He was worried for his grandson, wanted someone to look after him, and wondered if Freed would mind occasionally attending missions with him. He claimed that, while officially the money would be split between them, Makarov himself would make up the difference for Freed so that he would be paid in full. Freed had agreed, and that had been that.
Up until that afternoon, Freed had not gone on any missions with Laxus. They'd hardly spoken, even with Makarov's assurances that they'd get along. Freed would only be on certain missions and that afternoon's mission was apparently one of them. Makarov told Laxus Freed needed training in more advanced missions, and that he should be the one to do it. Laxus hadn't argued.
Somehow, while attending to a supposedly A-Class mission, they found themselves in Magnolia's hot spring and spa resort.
It was surveillance, so the mission stated. The Rune Army themselves had place the job, stating that they believed that members of a potential dark guild were using the site to host meetings and plan attacks. The resort had been trying to get rid of the suspects but couldn't do so without putting their staff in danger, and having an army presence suddenly appearing would tip the dark guild off and give them time to hide all evidence. The Rune Army wanted mages from Magnolia who could plausibly be in the spa for leisure time, but could also defend themselves from attack, to watch them for suspicious activity. Freed had a feeling that Laxus had taken the job to have a day relaxing in a spa, rather than because he felt the Rune Army needed the help.
None of this would have been a problem for Freed – he'd long since accepted that what constituted a job was a wide array of things – if it weren't for the elephant in the room. Or to be more precise, the Adonis wearing nothing but swimming trunks in the room.
Freed was a professional, but he was also eighteen years old and in the presence of an undeniably handsome man. Nobody, no matter their opinions on Laxus, would state that he was anything but sexy. Tall, blonde, square jawed, barrel chested with a scar over his eye and a tattoo over his pecs. His abs looked to be cut from steel and his legs comparable to tree trunks and, well, Freed was only human. Laxus was distracting.
"So," Laxus suddenly spoke as he slung a towel over his shoulder. "I don't exactly know what Gramps wants you to learn from this, but I'll try and teach ya some shit. Surveillance rule number one: fit in with yer surroundings. You seem pretty good at that."
It was only a moment, but Laxus' assessing gaze over Freed's body was exhilarating. But unprofessional.
Laxus didn't seem to notice, and instead started to walk out of the locker room they'd both changed in, and towards the area where they were meant to be watching. Freed followed, making sure to look straight ahead, rather than give into temptation to check out the man's back and his ass, and it wasn't a difficult task. While Freed had no qualms admitting his attraction to the blonde, he knew where his focus needed to be put. The mission was important, not his hormonal desire for his guildmate.
"That's the door we need to watch," Laxus said as he tilted his head to the door. Freed knew that of course, but Laxus was speaking again before he could say anything. "Pretty open room, lots of vantage points. Where should we go?"
Ah, it was a test then. Good, a worthy distraction and hopefully it would nip any ideas that Freed was in some way Laxus' inferior in the bud. Freed looked around the room quickly, glanced towards the door that they needed to keep in their sights, and quickly made a plan of how the rest of the day would go. Strategy was his strong suit.
"The hot tub," He said firmly. "At least for now."
"Why only for now?" Laxus asked. There was no condensation in his tone, he was simply asking for Freed's reasoning.
"Staying in the same place throughout the afternoon would be suspicious. We know who the suspects are, but that doesn't mean they're the only people involved, so we need to look like regular customers constantly," Freed explained, speaking quietly as they walked further into the room. "As we've only just got here, it makes sense for us to use a facility instantly. Going to sit by the pool or at the juice bar would be odd, at least for now. The massage tables and spa treatments are too distracting, but the hot tub allows us to sit and watch without anyone questioning it. It'll give us the lay of the land without drawing any attention on us."
"And we both have to do it?" Laxus probed. "Wouldn't it make more sense to split up and cover more ground.
"Later," Freed dismissed. "We came in together; we'll need to do things at the same time at least once in a while. As I said, the treatments are distracting and as such we should do them one at a time rather than simultaneously. If we spend the whole day apart after we've arrived together, it'll raise suspicion. The hot tub is a good vantage point, and so a good way to be seen together while not losing an advantage."
Laxus thought for a moment, before nodding, clasping Freed on the bare shoulder, and giving him the smallest of grins. "Yer good at this."
"Of course I am," Freed retorted, and that seemed to make Laxus grin wider.
They walked towards the hot tub, which was at the back wall, attached to the main pool. As it was a Tuesday afternoon, only a few people were loitering around the resort and the hot tub was empty. Freed placed his towel on the handle provided and walked into the hot tub, soaking his entire body sans his head in the hot, bubbling water. His muscles relaxed instantly, and he felt himself slinking down ever so slightly.
"You ain't here to relax," Laxus said in a voice almost teasing as he climbed the stairs into the tub. "Eyes on the mission, remember."
Freed went to point out that, given Laxus was looking at him rather than at the door, he was just as distracted. But Laxus chose that moment to sit down, submerging his chest in water and spreading his arms wide. His left hand was close to Freed's shoulder, and Freed felt that it was an act of great resilience that he didn't give into base urges and watch Laxus as he adjusted to his relaxed, wet – very very wet – state.
"I will if you will," Freed eventually said back, looking towards the door. He missed how Laxus' gaze lingered on his body just a little too long.
They fell into silence, and Freed made a genuine effort to keep his gaze away from the man who shared the hot tub with him. He truly hadn't thought this through. He hadn't realised that, as good as Laxus looked from afar, he looked better up-close. Maybe he should have denied the request to join the mission. And maybe he should have worn a looser swimsuit…
"So," Laxus said after a while, looking up at the ceiling for a moment to crack his neck. "How much is the old man paying you to spy on me?"
Freed halted, and removed his eyes from the door and looked towards Laxus. His face only, of course. "Excuse me."
"Rule two, you gotta trust the guys you're working with. So don't bullshit yer team members," Laxus said with a little grin. "Answer the question."
"For every mission that I do with you, he'll cover all the money you take from it, so I'm fully paid," Freed explained. He saw no point in lying.
"Guess we're gonna be doing some well-paying missions together then, if we wanna bleed the old bastard dry," Laxus smirked, and it was an oddly alluring look on the man. Freed looked away from it, and towards the door again. "You gonna tell him that I'm onto him?"
"I'd rather keep the deal up, I can get good money doing this," Freed shrugged, and he saw Laxus grinning a little from the corner of his eye. He tried not to pay attention to the expression, and instead focused on a man who could fit the description of a suspect. The man walked past the door, but that didn't mean he wasn't who they were looking for. "Why did you agree to this if you knew your grandfather wants reports on you?"
"Because it's gonna happen anyway, might as well accept it," Laxus shrugged. "I knew he was gonna get someone to do it, kinda glad that it's you."
"Why?"
"Because yer interesting," Laxus said, looking up at the ceiling again and closing his eyes as he lowered himself deeper into the water. Freed's gaze flickered low on the man's abs for a moment before looking to the door again. "We get a hell of a lot of mages joining Fairy Tail. Lots of people who think they're tough shit and wanna become the next powerhouse. Yer the only person I think whose got a chance of actually doing it."
The compliment was flattering. Laxus had something of a reputation for being generally rude and selfish, and either they were exaggerated or Laxus was making an exception. Freed felt it was a combination of both, but he accepted the compliment without complaint.
"You know my magic?" He asked.
"I've been keeping tabs on you since you came here, yer interesting," Laxus nodded, wading a hand through the water absently and sending ripples through the bubbles. "People give the darker magics a lot of shit. They're idiots. You can kick ass, and you're not bad to be around. Pretty much the opposite of a Fairy Tail mage right now."
"Does that opinion extend to you?"
"What d'you think?" Laxus asked with a cocky expression that Freed found himself enjoying.
"I wouldn't be here if I thought you weak."
"Good."
They fell into a silence, with the bubbling water warming Freed and making his muscles loose and relaxed. He kept a steady gaze on the door, making sure to avert his eyes when someone walked into the room, so his staring wasn't too obvious. It was a worthy distraction, and one well needed now that Laxus had apparently been watching him for all of eight months. That, combined with the fact that Laxus was wearing swimming trunks and was less than five feet away, could all become rather an issue if Freed didn't focus on anything else.
"Okay, your turn to relax now," Laxus said, cutting through Freed's thoughts. His voice was a little more relaxed. "You can't stay lookin' at the door all day. You'll get a crick in the neck."
"I'll be fine," Freed dismissed.
"Doesn't matter," Laxus stated, shifting slightly to get closer to Freed. It was to get a better view of the door, but the body heat that rivalled the warmth of the water was a noticeable feeling and Freed tensed. "Rule Three: lean on yer teammates. Sometimes you'll need to slack off, that ain't something to fight against. So long as someone in the team is on full alert it isn't too bad a problem. So sit back, close yer eyes, and let me take over for a while."
Freed was hesitant, but Laxus was clearly taking over keeping his gaze on the door, and Freed eventually found himself sliding down to further cover his body in water, and closed his eyes as relaxation flowed through him.
When his mind began to slip, Freed found himself thinking that Laxus was actually rather helpful. Freed wasn't quite so arrogant to think he knew everything about wizarding work, and an S-Class mage would have things to teach. Laxus especially would be useful to learn from, given their apparently similarities in working styles. Freed would need to learn how to work in a team, even if it wasn't fond of the idea, and Laxus might know how to offer actual advice rather than pointless mantras like 'your team should be your family' and other nonsense he'd heard from Fairy Tail. Without lying about why he was there, his team-ups with Laxus might be mutually beneficial.
Perhaps relaxing wasn't too bad an idea, either. Freed's mind had been somewhat consumed by his work. Finding a place to live as a seventeen-year-old had been difficult, and he'd put in a lot of effort in getting rent on time. But now he got better paying jobs, that urgency could fall away a little.
With a bit of effort, he tried to push the fact he was on a job to the back of his mind.
Once this whole thing was dealt with, maybe he would invest in a pass for the resort. In his preliminary research for the mission, he'd heard good things about the facilities, and even though he'd only been in the hot tub as of yet, he felt inclined to agree.
Though perhaps Laxus' company was partially to blame for his mood.
Fairy Tail had sometimes felt like a lonely place. Their focus on friendship, family and their revoltingly sentimental ideas about goodness were nice in principle, but when you were on the outside looking in it could get under your skin. Freed knew he was at fault for his lack of relationships with his guildmates, but perhaps Laxus might be a good starting point. Ironic, given that nearly everyone had told him Laxus was off-putting and rude.
The bubbles sent a pleasant chill over him, and Freed felt his tenseness ebbing away. When he got a pass for the resort, he'd have to explore the idea of a massage. He'd never thought it appealing, but perhaps he could be convinced.
There wouldn't be much convincing needed if Laxus were the one massaging him.
"Shit," Laxus hissed, and Freed's eyes whipped open. A rush of panic filled him that somehow he might have said that aloud, but the idea was ridiculous. He looked to Laxus to see worry flickering over him. "The suspect saw me looking, I think he went to get backup."
"Are you sure?" Freed asked, mind suddenly back on focus again.
"No, but we made eye contact. He's suspicious of me," Laxus was clenching his teeth, seemingly annoyed at himself. "We can't fuck it up, the Rune Army don't take shit like this lightly. We need a distraction or to get out."
"A distraction will be easier," Freed concluded. "Does he know for sure that we're looking out for him?"
"I wasn't being careful. I was watching him for about a full minute without being subtle. Pretty sure he knows it's not a passing glance."
"But that doesn't mean you know what he's doing, it just means you were looking at him," Freed mused aloud. "What if we throw him off the scent, give him another reason for why you were so focused on him."
"The hell would that be?" Laxus growled a little, and Freed scanned the room. They were the only two people in there now.
"Maybe you wanted him gone," Freed thought, plans forming in his head. Many of them he had to dismiss outright. "Perhaps if he sees something he wasn't meant to see, he'll think you were looking at him because you wanted him to leave."
"What the hell would I wanna do that I wouldn't want him seeing?" Laxus snapped, agitation rising. An idea came to Freed. It was good, it would get them out of the situation no doubt, but it might have a few repercussions in the future. Many arguments both for and against it flung through his mind, and his indecision must have been obvious, as Laxus continued talking a moment later. "Rule four, if a mission's going to shit and you think you can salvage it, you do it. So if you've got any ideas, I'd love to hear them."
Freed went to open his mouth to explain his idea, but he heard movement from across the room and glanced towards the door. It was opening, and two more suspects were walking through it, stone-faced and angry.
Before he could second guess himself, he launched himself onto Laxus and began to kiss him.
It was a sloppy, energetic, and passionate kiss. Laxus was frozen for a few moments, but Freed forced himself to push on in the hope that Laxus was trying to understand what was happening. Laxus quickly started to kiss back, and a hand ran down Freed's back, pulling him close. Freed began to mess his hands through Laxus' hair, heart pounding and a ringing in his ears cutting through his panic. He couldn't think of how bad an idea this was, about how there were probably hundreds of other ways to deal with this, because rumours stated that the dark mages were powerful, and he didn't want to get into a fight he could avoid.
Kissing wasn't enough for his plan. People kissed all the time. They needed to get… intimate. Freed began to run his hands over Laxus' torso – damn was he strong – and he felt large hands groping at his ass in return. He gasped into the kiss, and forced himself to remember that it was just for the mission.
The sound of a door closing snapped him back to reality, and he glanced to the side without breaking the kiss to see the suspects had left. He pulled himself off of Laxus, to find he'd been dragged so he was straddling the man's thigh at some point, and turned away with a blush, panting quietly.
"Good plan," Laxus said, voice also breathless. "Think it threw them off."
"Yes," Freed agreed. He couldn't look towards Laxus now. He simply couldn't. "I'm sorry for doing-"
"Don't, you did what you had to do," Laxus cut him off, voice somewhat stern, which wasn't helping the situation. "I would've done the same if I thought of it, and you fixed my fuck up. So no complaints."
"Okay," Freed didn't feel any better. He stood up and reached for his towel, still not looking at Laxus. "I think I should sit at the juice bar for a while, we've been together for long enough."
"Wait," Laxus began, shifting slightly but Freed was climbing from the hot tub before he could reach for him. "This ain't- you don't have to leave on my account."
"I'm not," Freed lied. Because of course he was. Laxus might be straight, he might not like Freed, and he might not appreciate being kissed like that at random. "If we spend all out time in the hot tub, it'll look odd. It was overdue, more so now they've seen us."
Laxus looked ready to argue, but sighed and nodded. Freed walked towards the juice bar, fighting the urge to touch his lips. Electricity danced over them.
Kissing Laxus… it felt like being struck by lightning.
#Fraxus Week#Fraxus#freed justine#laxus dreyar#Fairy Tail#Fanfic#Writing#Two-Shot#Chapter One#canon divergence#Word Count: 3.5k
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reflections
19th Feb 2021,
last night was crazy. me and zoe finally made up, and when i was telling her about my giant pyramid project in minecraft, she said she's going to move into it with me - girl really likes to keep me on my toes. she also wore a beanie and a flannel and the gay inside me exploded. had to remind myself that i am, in fact, not in love with her. finally got around to watching Name Of The Doctor too, but it was really hard to see it through my crying; totally worth it, and seeing Walter Simeon hold the Doctor's face uh, did something for me. Phoebe was also kind enough to check out all of Inner Mechanism for me and was a total darling about the whole thing. they also "green lit" the project for me, so now it's all systems go to add the final perfecting touches. first proper teaser went on my instagram: "this is my sacrifice, this is my exile". might do the second one later today, "watch this space..."
sipping coffee, painting my nails black and watching interviews. about two hours ago i was lost in tiktok, just scrolling mindlessly with not a single hope or care in the world. it was really nice and felt like a trance. a year ago today, the world was normal and calm and i was in wales. i went to see my best friend at the time, as well as her girlfriend, but the entire fiasco turned into a shambles; in short, i just felt like i wasn't wanted there after completely running myself down and investing my own time and money to get there. i stopped speaking to her a few weeks after as a result, but she came back out of nowhere last month and messaged me for some reason. i haven't got to the bottom of why or what happened, part of me is too scared to hear the truth. i haven't spoken to her in a while. i have an unread message from her, so i think i should drop a line and say "a year ago today i was with you, you were with your ex and the world was stable".
finally read some more of my fucking book at last!! did so while listening to Who Am I? - Pale Waves yet again. enjoyed it a lot more this time around. was speaking to Lyndon a few days back, saying how i often get bored with new albums around halfway through; Who Am I? is only 33 minutes long mind you, which doesn't constitute an album runtime in my "professional" opinion - i've made some money from my music which constitutes me as professional, right?? back to my point at hand. it flowed a lot better this time and it didn't leave me feeling bored by the second half. it flew by and again was a perfect reading soundtrack, thought i did prefer it the last time when it was executed within a moving vehicle. a friend of mine called James also checked out my Underworld single yesterday, said he really liked it and loved the beat, which really meant a lot.
lego set arrived and oh god, is it beautiful. it's so big!! and it comes with a couple other things beside the main rocket itself; it's so cute, so cool and so worth the money!! Iron Lady also came today, so once the night crawls in i'll be sitting down to watch it. who's gunna take bets on if im gunna cry or not?? but lyndon did say if i cry over a Margaret Thatcher film, it makes me a tory - rahhhh that's actually so peak fam :///
i can see why Meryl Streep was highly regarded in The Iron Lady. but while she does play the part extremely well, i couldn't help but feel so upset and distressed by the film. i'm a history student and hear about things in passing, like the cold war and the falklands war; none of which have never been taught to me at school, and therefore i have no clue of any detail concerning them. after seeing this film, i can only assume that thatcher had a huge role to play in the falklands war. to see so much terror, death and bloodshed under the reign of one woman?? this is the past history of the place that i was born and live in, and it disgraces me. this was supposed to be about the life of a woman but with so many explosions, acts of terror, stock footage of people fighting police officers, buildings on fire and people bleeding on the street... what have i come from?? this woman served under the same party as we have here and now, and it made me start to think. what if people retaliated against boris johnson in the same way?? what if his second in command was blown up, or a hotel he stayed at was bombed?? it's scary to think the power that people have, and when they upset the public, how hard they fight back. and if thatcher was the reason for all of those explosions and deaths, then i feel ashamed. i can understand why people despise her and her party. were discussing the idea of "what is history?" in one of our first history lessons last year, and we concluded that it is to record the errors of the past to ensure that we don't make the same mistakes in the present or the future. to learn from our past for a better future. i hope that above all, we have learnt from our past and never experience anything similar. i couldn't handle it in the film, so god only knows how i would take the real thing. but i can tell you here and now - hope is the only thing keeping me going.
i want to conclude today with some quotes that i have recently discovered and fell in love with: "the name you choose is like a promise" - Doctor Who; "i love being called a bastard. it somehow implies that the most heinous thing i have done is exist" - Lord Byron.
#reflection#mirror#photography#black and white#duality#diary#diary entry#sad#lonely#down#aesthetic#selfie
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Decided to rewatch Enterprise because I've only watched it once and want to give it a better, more optimistic outlook (I was super critical the first run thru comparing it to tos)
So for no other reason then I feel like it, here's a list of things I love about the series.
Porthos - IMO there's not enough pets on Trek. Humans may decide to give up their blue jeans one day, but I don't see us ever choosing to go without our furry companions. Sure Picard has his fish and O'Brian had a tarantula in an episode of TNG then a cat in Ds9, but Data's cat is the only one with any great scene time. So I love Captain Archer walking the decks with his dog at his heels. It feels right. I also love how he's not just an accessory but a somewhat developed character who loves cheese.
The blue undies. The grey undershirts are always a welcome sight in TNG Ds9 and Voyager but these A-shirt/boxer brief combos are a whole new level of excellence, though I'll leave T'Pol's undies out of this. Can she rub me down with bio gel please ??
Shran, I love Jeffrey Combs, Weyoun downing poisoned Knar will never not be amusing, but Shran is my favorite of his characters. In all honesty he's the reason I decided to rewatch Enterprise. The way he goes from enemy to reluctant ally to trusted ace in the hole is a great trope and I will never grow tired of hearing him call Archer Pink-skin.
Trip. It wasn't long after I started this rewatch that I realized after Shran, Trip is my favorite character. He's committed and loyal, but also quick to crack a joke and seems like just a lot of fun to be around. He's very relatable I think, with his reactions to some situations including the loss of his sister and treatment of Degra. Plus his endless support of Movie Night?? Definitely relatable.
Ship design. Not the outer shape, I'm too partial to Kirk's Enterprise, but internally they did a good job making it look as though it could consivably be a precurser to the Constitution Class.
I'm not usually one for unneeded romantic subplots, but I enjoy the relationship between Trip and T'Pol. It feels organic and natural, to me anyway.
The creative way they went about explaining the changes in Vulcan society as well and the fact that klingons don't have ridges in TOS.
Just when you least expected it, SHRAN pops up.
Phlox. Love me an out of place alien [*cough* Neelix *cough, cough* ] that enthusiastically joins the human crew and forms a bond with them through admiring our best qualities while also remaining objective enough to point out our limitations (sexual inhibitions for example) but he's a fun character, with his pets and huge smile, but the doctors are always amung my favorites.
Mirror Universe. Personally CBS can keep its section 31 show, I want a mirror universe series with occasional episodes in ours XD
Captian's Mess, 1800.
Their fear of the transporter and resistence to using it. It feels very authentic and relatable to be weary of such technology. I'm sure what happens to Hoshi would give Lt. Barclay nightmares 😂
They never seem to get very far. Sure they only have warp 5 and did a fair amount of exploration in the Expanse to find the Xindi, but then they're never too far away to get to Andoria or Vulcan on the double. I like this aspect of the show whether it was intentional or not because it allows TOS the room it needs to be the first manned ship to get most places.
Oh, Did I mention Shran?
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"Rick, people are just no damned good!"
Those words were spoken by my very own father. He would say them many times over. I never believed him, but lately I'm beginning to believe him.
So many times recently, I have run into people who seem to be no damned good. Let's start at the top and work our way down, shall we? Our government is filled with these "no damned good" types. My current "favorite" group of politicians are the Christian Nationalists. These people think that The United States should be a theocracy, run by old white men who are straight and Christians (and I use the term "Christian" loosely!
These people believe that God himself, is responsible for inspiring our Constitution. Like George Washington ascended Mount Hamilton to receive the stone tables from on high and when he descended, that theocratic law became the law of the land, at least in Christian conservatives' minds. Do these religious zealots not remember the concept of The Separation of Church and State? Perhaps they need to go back to school and learn about the Constitution before they are allowed to run for any public office.
Next there are the idolaters of the Second Amendment. Come of folks! How many people and especially children need to die because you can't give up your kickbacks from the Gun Lobby? I guess to these politicians, money trumps (please forgive the pun!) the lives of Americans. My favorite (or most heinous) example of this is the family Christmas portraits taken by Marjorie Taylor Green and Laurne Bobert. Both families posed their children with them around the Christmas tree holding AR - 15's. What a lovely message of Christian love and forgiveness to send to the world that is supposed to be celebrating the birth of their Saviour, Jesus Christ. Makes me sick too my stomach. I could go on to include those politicians who support and espouse the Great Lie of Donald Trump that the election was rigged and stolen and that Biden is not actually the rightful president. Take that along with the politicians who fomented the violence around the Capitol on January 6th. They epitomize the fact that people are no damned good, especially a Republican. But enough about politics. Let's move onto society as a whole.
Gay men (in my experience!) are some of the worst offenders. First, many of them worship their own body images and if other suitors do not have the same chiseled bodies as they, well they are just cast aside. Then there are those gays who use dating apps like Growlr and Scruff. This is how it usually goes: an interested guy sends a greeting to another guy who has his pictures and profile posted. The guy may say something like, "Hey, I think you're cute! Could we chat for a bit?" Three things can happen: 1) the guy will respond kindly, even if to say that he is not interested, (2) he will receive a smart ass response like I have received, "You're so ugly I wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole" or (one of my all-time favorites), "You're so ugly that it would take me 10 years to wash your stink off of me!" and (3) no answer at all, not even a "thanks but no thanks." Totally rude. Dating in the gay world is not easy. It seems that there are far more assholes than good guys.
I've had it! I keep trying to look for a guy that will give me the passion that I need in a Friends with Benefits relationship, but 90% of the men I contact fall into the #2 and #3 categories. It is rare that I find a truly polite gay man.
So, what do I do with my anger? I don't honestly know. I just know that I have to do something different or I'll end up throwing myself off the Tallahatchie Bridge like Billie Jo McAlister. My seething anger has gotten the best of me. I'm constantly upset...all day for the last five days. Maybe the psychiatrist can prescribe some new drug that will help me over this rough patch. I don't know. All I know is that something has got to give or I'm going to blow a gasket.
Shall we pray?
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