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bruh-changbin · 11 months ago

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love and leather

pairing: bad boy changbin! x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: use of handcuffs, piv, exhibitionism, fingering (f receiving), some smoochin', alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, an icky man being kinda icky, i think that's all

word count: 3.4K

a/n: before y’all say anything i knowwww this is short but y'all i'm busy and fuck in my last semester of uni and i kinda need to prioritize that a bit more 😭 buuuuut on the flip side i am slowly but surely making progress on some longer fun things so keep your eyes peeled 🫶 this fic is basically a love letter to bad boy eyeliner bin *sigh* when will he return from war..... also lowkey a continuation of under the bleachers but also not really.... no real plot just smutty bc i've been super horknee lately lawl enjoy

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seo changbin likes a lot of things.

he likes eyeliner and smoking cigarettes and hard sex. he likes going fast on his motorcycle and he likes his tattered leather jacket. he likes getting piercings with silver jewelry and he likes pretending that the taste of tequila doesn’t affect him.

but above all, he likes you.

he likes your pretty teeth and the curve of your neck. he likes the leather platform boots you bought to try to impress him. he likes the smell of your shampoo that’s now permanently interwoven into the fabric of his pillow.

he likes it when you cry when you cum and when you dig your teeth into his shoulder as he fucks you. he likes the way your speech becomes slurred after he’s given you countless mind-blowing orgasms.

he likes to be in control. but not in a weird, lowkey misogynistic way. more in a ‘i’m gonna fuck you so hard and act cold so we both feel good and then kiss away your tears because i love you more than anything else’ kind of way, you know? that’s why handcuffs are such a staple in your relationship.

you remember the first time he used those cold, metal cuffs on you.

it was after a halloween party and changbin was dressed up as, you guessed it, a police officer. the party was fun at first but soon grew to be quite boring. when changbin started to get a little too handsy was when you decided to call it a night. the cab ride back to your apartment was excruciatingly long and when you arrived you unlocked your door with trembling, sweaty hands.

no words needed to be exchanged for you to know to get onto your mattress on your stomach, hands behind your back where changbin cuffed them in place with a satisfying metallic click!

his movements were painstakingly slow, removing and discarding your bottoms and costume at a torturous pace to tease you (for what you have no idea - your costume wasn’t even that revealing). you could feel the tip of his nose tracing the skin in between your shoulder blades before he fucked you from behind, his blunt nails digging into your hips and he gripped you like he was never gonna let go. all you could do was cry and drool into your bedding as your boyfriend brought you to orgasm so many times your legs felt like tv static.

every time you tried to move, tried to find solace and stability by gripping the duvet underneath you, you were reminded of the cuffs that were binding your wrists together. changbin would chuckle every time he heard them clink and jingle, knowing he had complete and utter control over you. if anything it added fuel to his fire, resulting in him thrusting his cock into you in such a way that made it feel as if he was so deep inside of you that the two of you would forever be connected.

when he finally relented and unlocked you, your wrists were bruised and throbbing - it felt amazing.

the stinging of your wrists coupled with the pulsing of your abused cunt had you passing out on changbin’s broad chest in minutes and falling into one of the deepest sleeps you had ever experienced.

but of course, come morning time, he treated you as if you were royalty and kissed the marks that his handcuffs left on you with so much delicacy you thought you were going to turn into a puddle.

unbeknownst to the outside world, seo changbin has a soft side; which you discovered the first time he brought you into his room and had forgotten to hide his munchlax plushie beforehand. watching him scramble to hide it under his bed made the situation 10 times worse, and all he could do was scratch the back of his neck sheepishly as you attempted to stifle your laugh.

once the two of you became, you know, official, he let this side of him shine through more often.

at times he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain, as if you’ll crack and break at even the slightest touches - hence the way he traces the back of your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands, his strokes akin to that of a feather.

you’ve lost track of the amount of times he’s almost burnt your kitchen down while attempting to make you breakfast after making love to you for hours on end the night before. it always ends the same, with changbin holding a plate of toast so burnt it's turned into bedrock and scrambled eggs you could bounce off the wall because of how rubbery they are. the result is always changbin dragging you to your favourite cafe for brunch in defeat, claiming that ‘it’s the thought that counts, y/n’.

but only you have the privilege of seeing him like this. these small, tender moments reserved only for the two of you in private, away from the curious eyes of onlookers in public.

on the days where both of you are lucky enough to not have to pull yourself out of bed early for the sake of attending a lecture or getting work done, you get to revel in the warmth provided by each other’s sleeping bodies. if you wake before changbin, you’re greeted with a view of his broad shoulders, his skin dotted with small imperfections and the bumps of his individual vertebrae visible. small, soft snores can be heard escaping his parted lips. if changbin wakes before you do… he never does.

sometimes you’re able to spend the whole entire day together without having to tend to other duties. these days usually entail slow, lazy starts to the day followed by changbin dragging you to the gym to watch him do lat pulldowns and cable rows followed by a shared shower where you help massage shampoo into his scalp. or, it could involve the two of you screaming at the tv as you battle over the top spot in mario kart 8 - changbin mains bowser, of course, whereas you opt to play as king boo. it takes almost all of your strength to avoid whipping your remote at the wall when he absolutely clobbers you during grumble volcano.

“don’t be upset y/n,” he coos without fail, “i’ll make it up to you later tonight!”

and he always does.

in public, he’s brooding, mysterious, sexy. it’s rare to see him without a cocky smirk painted across his face, his puffed lips quirked upwards as if to say ‘i’m better than you’ to anyone who crosses his path. and it’s true, he is.

he’s also the type to get jealous very easily.

case in point:

it’s friday night, and the two of you are perusing the city streets looking for some fun. earlier in the day, jisung had informed you that a small group of friends was planning on paying a visit to a well loved bar to get sloshed later that night. with nothing better to do, you and changbin accepted the invitation.

at first it was fun, with everyone reconnecting and catching eachother up on the current drama in their lives. but after an hour or two the vibe changed and the atmosphere became almost… cliquey. everyone had chosen their respective person or group for the night, choosing to only converse within their little bubble and never straying from it. this resulted in you and changbin fleeing the scene, opting to enjoy yourselves elsewhere where you can get lost in the music and each other… and alcohol.

soon after you’re at the front of a line for some club you’ve never been to with changbin’s arm wrapped around your waist as the bouncer checks your i.d. you’re let in with a nonchalant wave of a hand, and changbin follows shortly after.

once inside you make your way up the stairs to where the crowd is, choosing to forgo coat check and instead tossing your jackets on top of a pile that has formed on one of the few tables lining the walls near the entrance. then, you make a beeline to the bar where you order yourself a vodka cran and changbin a heineken.

with alcohol in hand you shove your way to the middle of the dance floor, getting lost in the club music while bumping and grinding on your boyfriend who’s posted up behind you. you’re not sure how much time you spend on the dancefloor with warm cheeks and limbs that have gone fuzzy, but it feels as if time itself has come to a momentary halt, allowing you to enjoy yourself in this moment while the world continues on outside without you.

so, when changbin taps your shoulder and motions to the bar to wordlessly say ‘i’m going to get more drinks’ you only nod and continue to dance on your own while you wait for his return.

this decision proves to be fatal however, for only moments after changbin’s departure you feel a clammy hand wrap around your bicep. you whip around only to find yourself face to face with some random man wearing a nike tracksuit ogling at you like you’re the last piece of his favourite candy at the candy store. gross.

“sorry, are you trying to get past me?”

“nah i’m trying to get with you, ma,” he practically yells into your ear in order to be heard over the music.

“oh! no thanks, my boyfriend’s at the bar getting drinks,” you say and attempt to shuffle away, an action that proves to be harder than you thought due to the mass of people surrounding you.

much to your dismay, the man persists, “boyfriend? why’d he leave you here all alone?”

“... to get us drinks.”

“well, if i was your man i’d never leave you alone, princess.”

princess? gross. only changbin gets to call you that… when he’s fucking you.

“is everything okay, y/n?” you feel an arm nudge yours and turn around to see changbin, your knight in shining armour, who’s come to save you from this god awkward conversation. in each hold he hands a drink, one for you and one for himself, and you fear what he may do with them in the next few moments.

“yea, all good, this guy was just being… weird,”

the skepticism that was previously evident on changbin’s face quickly morphs into annoyance (and jealousy at the prospect of someone other than himself making moves on you). without speaking he shoves the recently acquired drinks into your hands - making you scramble to stop yourself from dropping them and creating a sticky, syrupy mess all over the dance floor - before moving to size up the ‘bro’ that was just hitting on you with his chest puffed and chin held high.

not wanting to get into any sort of trouble tonight, you practically throw yourself in front of the freight train that is your boyfriend.

“no! it’s fine, changbin, let’s just forget him and have a good time, ‘kay?” you attempt to reason with him to no avail. all changbin does is shift his gaze between you and the guy who was making moves on you several times before wordlessly grasping your arm and pulling you towards the exit; you’re forced to abandon the dripping drinks in your hands on the edge of the bar (not before you manage to spill about half of one all over your lower arm).

soon you’re out of the crowded space, and are making your way towards the exit of the building and the city streets that are surely still teeming with nightlife.

“bin-”

“we’re going home,” he asserts, “i don’t want anyone talking to you like that.”

all you can do is allow yourself to be dragged behind your boyfriend like a ragdoll, his grip on your wrist so tight your fingertips start to lose their sensation. you know that any words of dissatisfaction you voice will be falling on deaf ears, so you opt to keep quiet and let changbin take the lead.

the bite of the cold night air of the winter jolts you awake once you step outside. a dull ring settles in your ears as the loud club music dissipates and changbin drags you further and further away from the establishment, almost dislocating your shoulder when he suddenly yanks you down a small, secluded alleyway.

“bin i’m fine, really,” you attest, your eyes never leaving the troubled face of your boyfriend, who pulls a pack of marlboros and a lighter out of his pocket. you watch as he places a cigarette between his lips before lighting it, using his hand to shelter the flame from the wind. in that moment you become envious of a measly little cigarette, for you so desperately wish that it was you and your mouth that changbin was putting his lips on and inhaling deeply, sucking you in like you’re his lifeline.

a haze of smoke soon surrounds you as changbin takes several drags from his dart, his eyes dark and refusing to meet yours. the scent burns your nostrils and you have to fight back the urge to cough; smoking only appeals to you when you’re drunk, and the alcohol you consumed earlier in the night has mostly exited your system.

with a sigh that manifests in a grey cloud changbin tosses his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, squashing the spark with the heel of his boot before catching your eye. his leather jacket rustles as he raises his hands to cup your face, the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“you’re mine, and nobody else’s,” his gaze is so piercing it feels as if he’s going to burn a hole through you, “right?”

you nod enthusiastically, head bobbing up and down as you whisper a quiet ‘right’ through squished cheeks and puckered lips - lips that are then being pressed against your boyfriends.

changbin tastes like the nicotine he just inhaled and smells like the cologne he saturated himself with earlier this evening, and you find yourself getting drunk all over again on something other than alcohol this time - him.

with your back pressed up against a brick wall you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of your lover’s mouth on yours, enraptured by the way changbin moves his lips in tandem with your own. the warmth radiating from the palms of his hands that have yet to leave your face makes your cheeks flush, and you tangle your fingers in the wavy strands of his hair that he’s choosing to let grow out, much to your delight.

the skin of your cheek stings when it’s exposed to the cold as changbin retracts his hand from your face, the tips of his fingers tracing the skin of your neck and sternum before reaching the waistband of your bottoms. his curious hand only hovers there for a moment before slipping underneath, not allowing a mere piece of fabric to be an obstacle in the way of your pleasure. a feeble moan escapes you when changbin gropes your cunt over your panties, the fabric already sticky and wet with your arousal.

“here, bin?” you question while scanning your surroundings, making sure there isn't anyone spying on the two of you being exhibitionists, “are you sure this is a good idea?’

“the best one i’ve ever had,” as he speaks his lips graze your neck, his breath hot and heavy before he starts to nip and suck at the supple skin; your pulse skyrockets and you clamp your thighs shut, ultimately trapping changbin’s hand in between them.

he manages to pry your legs apart just enough in order to move his hand, sliding your panties to the side and running two deft fingers through the folds of your dripping, needy pussy. it’s funny in the sense that changbin’s actions are so simple yet they already have you whining in pleasure, head rolling forward as you hide yourself in the crook of his neck.

“shhh baby, try to keep it down,” he coos, yet continues on nonetheless - easy for him to say, he’s not the one taking your fingers in an alleyway where a bunch of drunk people are parading by only metres away.

changbin continues to play with your cunt nonchalantly, much to your chagrin. every now and then he lets the tip of his middle finger dip into your dripping hole, causing you to go weak in the knees as the calloused heel of his palm kisses and bumps your aching clit.

“binnie,” you heave out rather embarrassingly, “i need it.”

“my girl needs my fingers in her pretty pussy, huh?” he teases, you nod pathetically with glassy eyes.

and at long last changbin finally relents and slips his middle and ring fingers fully inside of you, your cunt immediately clenching around his digits. the way he drags his fingers in and out of you so slowly before fucking them back into you feels so euphoric that you can’t help the goofy, drunken smile that makes its way onto your face as you drool onto the shoulder of his leather jacket.

with his broad shoulders shielding you from the outside world, changbin begins to curl and scissor his fingers inside of your warm, wet walls, making you moan and plead against his neck.

“god binnie you’re so good, feels so fucking good,” you cry through cracked lips while blinking away the eyeliner that stings your shiny, tearfilled eyes.

changbin then uses his thumb to massage your clit while his fingers continue to reach deep inside of you, making your lower abdomen twist and churn and your heart go thump thump thump from behind your chest. your fingers only tighten their grip on changbin’s jacket as you subtly rock your hips against his hand in an attempt to bring your orgasm on sooner.

you find yourself tuning out the sounds of traffic and people and nightlife to instead hone in on the beating of changbin’s heart that you can hear beating in his chest, your moans that only continue to increase in pitch, the rustle of bin’s jacket as he fingers you.

“so close honey, can you cum for me?” changbin groans into your ear in response to your pussy clenching around his fingers, a telltale sign that you’re on the brink of finishing all over his hand. at this point your back is aching from being pressed against brick for so long and you have a headache from how intensely you’ve been furrowing your brows, but the fire you feel in your aching pelvis makes it all worth it.

it only takes changbin several more thrusts before you’re creaming all over his fingers, whining his name is a nasally, needy tone as you all but collapse against his built frame as your orgasm explodes inside of you like fireworks. after a few moments you begin to come down, immediately noticing how dry your open mouth is and how sore your fingers are from gripping changbin’s jacket with everything you got.

when you pull away from changbin to stand up straight, a string of spit from your mouth to his jacket follows you - you wipe it away and pray he didn’t notice. it takes you a second to fully regain your balance and when you do, changbin finally lets go of your hips only to move his soiled fingers to his mouth where he sucks them clean of your essence. then he places his mouth on yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before he swallows you down his throat.

words needn’t be exchanged for you to know what comes next, you simply follow changbins lead as he drags you all the way home and makes a mess of you on the sheets of his bed.

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velvetvexations · 7 days ago

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This is a protective ask. It encourages you to check whether you really want to answer the asks beneath yet. Be good to yourself, you do good work for all of us <3

Thank you, anon. <3

sick of feeling like queer spaces seem to expect masculine people to be protectors and supporters without ever expecting to have to give us protection and support too. it's always how trans mascs can be allies to trans femmes and never the other way around. it's what about the scary trans man in the women's bathroom and little discussion of the threat we are under in these scenarios. it's always use your masculinity to protect me, but nobody can give without receiving. support and protection are features of community and community needs to be at least somewhat mutual. I refuse to constantly put myself in danger to protect someone who sees my suffering simply as an inherent duty of my presentation. let me be butch and slow and gentle for a change. let me be scared and held please.

I'll hold you. It's okay. You don't have to put yourself in danger to be a man, I promise.

people love love love to be blatantly misogynistic towards trans men/mascs and be like "well actually its subversive because he's a man! teehee!" was it subversive when i got told to shut up because i was the only women present (post coming-out) was it subversive when i got told i had to wear a dress to show off my feminine figure (post coming-out) was it subversive when i got called shrill mid-argument (post-coming out) was it subversive when nobody except me would clean the communal areas in the flat because i "did it so well" (post coming-out) was it subversive when i had my music taste made fun of when i was a 13 year old girl? is it subversive now that im a 20 year old trans guy? am i not the same person? is it subversive when people talk about trans men the same way people talk about teenage girls. is talking about teenage girls like that subversive if they come out as trans men later. or is it maybe a little different?

I'm sorry anon, you deserve so much better.

This discourse is always so fucking bizarre because IRL I'll be hanging out with trans women, getting fun updates from my friend on how her E dosage is going and her first foray into wired bras, spending time with the only other transmasc I know IRL at a 'women + nonbinary people' event because that's literally the only queer space near us intended for transmascs, and it's just incredibly obvious people perpetuating this discourse don't go outside

touching grass is vital

The shortest line joke reminds me of the fact that when I was more femme presenting & the women's toilets were blocked off, I went into the men's bathroom and a man went 'Ah! You scared me' and I was like at last, I am the threat <3 I haven't tested to see what will happen if I go to the men's bathroom now that I've started getting weird looks from women from being in theirs. Probably more of the same. It's hard out here being a bathroom liberation free the nipple communist

so true

i spent an hour arguing with a TRF and i'm exhausted. there's a reason i have a boundary with myself about getting into discourse. i don't know how you do it, but thank you for doing it from those that can't <3

I do what I must because I can <3

oh and then the same person said she think its funny to call trans men ‘birthday boys’… i neeeeed to mock and infantilise all trans men because a couple of them disagreed with me!

context

if someone treats you that way call them a slur back until they stop

(do not do that)

Yo it hit me over the head just now- i think there's a large portion of transfems who never did any gender work beyond their own. Like the running joke of 'of course every guy secretly wants to be a girl'; I'm not sure they can conceptualize us wanting to be masculine for any reason so there has to be some sort of 'ulterior motive'

Correct, though stupid selfish assholes with the same lack of comprehension or desire to comprehend the experiences of others come in all kinds.

#transandro phobia #exor sexism #discourse

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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 18 days ago

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Round 1

Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

"This man is racist against anyone other than humans and abused the people he was supposed to love the most. He literally abandons Castiel at his most vulnerable and never lets Sam leave the whole hunting monsters thing. Worst part is that the fandom will get behind him and defend him because what, he’s pretty? Pretty much a terrible person, more like. I sympathize with his backstory but Dean has ZERO character development during the course of 15 whole seasons. When he DOES have development it involves abusing someone. Sam tries to be a normal person and always gets punished for it. The only hint we have that Dean might’ve been trying to change is a piece of paper in the final episode AFTER HE DIES. then guess what? Sam lives out his whole life and has a family 😭 that’s very, very telling."

"misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman"

"Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive."

"Misogynistic asshole and too many of the things he does get treated as not actually bad or even good by both fans and the show when he violates peoples autonomy and is incredibly abusive to the people he loves the most. And it wouldn't be as annoying if people didn't justify so many of his behaviors or if he ever changed or even just was seen as a bad guy in the show more than he is."

">Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped"

"Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)"

Propaganda why Batman/Bruce Wayne is insufferable:

"Always has to be right. Does the most janked up stuff and doesn't care who it hurts. Imposes his will on others to the point of willing to bodily harm them if they do not comply (and yes, this does include his children)"

"I’ll also support Batman as a candidate because of the slapping Robin meme, which is annoying, and because he is just way too much. Too much all the time."

"Has to always be right, regardless of situation. Because somehow the billionaire has knowledge of how middle class people think."

"Obviously it's the writers who have screwed him over, but my gods the fact that he can do whatever he freaking wants and still be "the hero" bcs hes the main character is insufferable. He killed his son (slit his throat) in one canon, in the canon where said son survives, he’s beaten half to death by Bruce, who of course is "in the right" because B thought J had tried to murder someone. He can hit his kids, he can be a total asshat to people, and yet he's still framed as being in the right for doing so, simply becaude he's the protagonist. There's no character development, no "whoops maybe I shouldn't have hit dick/punched tim/beaten and exhiled jason" - and it's so damn infuriating. He used to be fun. He used to be a good dad.

Now he's just an insufferable prick."

"Oooh look at me, I'm brooding in my cave because my parents died and this gives me an excuse to be a bad father, he's SO ANNOYING"

"Always has to be right. Will literally alter the makeup of his kid's brain because said kid doesn't live the way he wants him to. Acts like his worldview is the only one that matters."

"he is always portrayed as good and right by the narrative even if objectively he's a pretty terrible person"

#dean winchester #supernatural #batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament

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justinspoliticalcorner · 2 months ago

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Judd Legum at Popular Information:

Elon Musk created America PAC to help Donald Trump win the presidential election. Through the end of September, Musk spent $75 million to fund the PAC's activities. More recently, Musk began giving away $1 million per day to registered voters who signed a petition sponsored by America PAC — even though such an offer likely violated federal law. The total amount Musk will spend on America PAC will almost certainly reach nine figures.

Musk seized the handle @America on X to promote America PAC's activities supporting Trump and has repeatedly amplified the account. On Friday afternoon, America PAC posted a video ad attacking Trump's opponent, Vice President Kamala Harris. "America really can't afford a 'C-Word' in the White House right now," America PAC posted, adding a laughing emoji. "Kamala Harris is a ‘C word,’" the narrator of the ad says. "You heard that right. A big ole ‘C word.’" The "joke" of the ad is that Harris is a "communist." Of course, Harris is not a communist. And the ad makes no effort to show she is a communist. The line is only included as a pretext to repeatedly use a crass, misogynistic slur against Harris.

The ad had no apparent impact on the relationship between Musk and the Trump campaign, which coordinates directly with America PAC. On Sunday night, Musk was featured at Trump's high-profile rally at Madison Square Garden in New York City. The event featured more sexist attacks on Harris. Businessman Grant Cardone appeared before Trump and described Harris as a prostitute. Cardone said that Harris "and her pimp handlers will destroy our country."

Trump has used a variety of gendered insults to attack Harris during the campaign. On Fox News, Trump said that world leaders would "look at" Harris and use her "like a play toy," adding "I don’t want to say as to why. But a lot of people understand it." On Truth Social, Trump has targeted Harris with crude sexual insults, suggesting her career is based on sexual favors. In August, the Associated Press reported that Trump refers to Harris as a "bitch" in private, citing two sources.

Elon Musk’s America PAC released an ad that featured sexist tropes aimed at Kamala Harris with this caption: “Kamala Harris is a ‘C word.’”

The “c word” the ad claims is “communist”, but we know that’s not the word they intend.

#2024 Election Ads #2024 Elections #2024 Presidential Election #Kamala Harris #Donald Trump #America PAC #Elon Musk #Sexism #Grant Cardone

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rainbowdaisy13 · 2 months ago

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I’m gonna address this topic one more time because *taps mic* there are more important things going on in the US right now guys for fucks sake

If you are surprised that Jason Kelce, a 36 year old straight white man who has spent his entire life enmeshed in arguably one of the most misogynistic and homophobic sports on the planet said the F slur back at someone who said it to him, I don’t know what to tell you—like of course he did!

It’s like being offended a dog barks—that’s who he is and the level of introspection he would need to commit to to understand why that’s not an ok response is probably something we won’t see

In conclusion

PLEASE FUCKING VOTE FOR KAMALA

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horizon-verizon · 8 months ago

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You’re a whole coon, of course Rhaenyra hates women, especially Black women, she tried to murder a 16 years-old Black girl, slut shamed her, called her racial slurs, and linked Nettles “ugliness/attractiveness” to her Blackness. Rhaenyra literally acted like a pathetic pick me in regard to Daemon and Nettles. If given the chance, Rhaenyra would have enslaved her. TB must truly despise Daenerys to compare her to Rhaenyra, they couldn’t be more different. (The way Rhaenyra is never mentioned in Dany’s chapters and GRRM has never discussed them in conjunction with the other, finally y’all can thanks HOTD for turning her into a progressive and flawless Mary Sue).

And really an insanely privileged white woman dying after putting a bounty on a lowborn Black’s girl head should be a good thing right ? We just gon have to celebrate Rhaenyra death with Nettles.

If you say so, anon, I guess I'm a straight up coon. 🤷🏿‍♀️

I suppose arguing how no one can be a feminist in a medieval world is coonish. I guess that pointing out how unconstructive it is to go "she wasn't a feminist so we shouldn't care about any possible effect her coming into power like the men before and after her have been able to will have an effect on other noble women's power to maybe implement some pro-women stuff in their own domains" to us analyzing why/how Rhaenyra is important to the history of Westeros and Daenerys is coonish.

I guess it's coonish of me to flout so many non-Nettles arguments of Rhaenyra's supposed bad leadership and amorality not once, but TWICE (that I remember), where it clearly just veers into straight up sexism: HERE and HERE....thus coming into why I even bother defending Rhaenyra (in some points).

It's not like I haven't already wrote several time in several posts how Rhaenyra's trying to get Nettles' head reveals much about the Targ-Andal paradigm she grows up in and tries to use to bolster herself through her going after Nettles to the end. It's not like I don't see how essentially different Daenerys and Rhaenyra are as people through the Nettles event as well as how they grow up and come into their positions of power and how/why they desire those roles:

It's not like I haven't already written about the Black Jezebel stereotype at least three times, including on Twitter and here. It's not like I have defended Nettles not just from "dettles" stans but also from people who call themselves Rhaenyra stans while bashing on Nettles and Mysaria, totally misunderstanding both characters and what even a supporting character is.

But sure, I'm a coon bc I don't want to ignore the journey of Rhaenyra's downfall and make distinct where she decided to destroy another woman vs her being the victim. Sure, I'm a whole coon.

And for the last fucking time, "compare" does not always or only mean "these two things are exactly alike and I will show you how"! "Comparison" analyses means that you will list out what traits or developments two things have, what inspirations, and see how they differ and how they don't. And through such a process, you will find out how many and how well/or not these two or more things are alike and how.

For Dany and Rhaenyra, I never said these girls/women were the same person. I said that both women, as women in male-designated positions of power, have to deal with people in world AND out of world must contend with misogynist feelings towards of their not deserving power or leadership on account of their gender, no matter what sort of characterization either had BECAUSE even with the main series not being like F&B, not being a history book, PEOPLE IN THE FANDOM STILL TEND TO MISREAD OR TWIST DANY'S ACTIONS AGAINST HER CHARACTER AND GRRM'S INTENT. Rhaenyra is meant to contextualize that very experience into a real event of catastrophe, she was set against ever since she was 10 bc she was female and another, older woman wanted power denied to her directly bc she was a woman. This is a fact, you nor I can change that. There is a difference between what we learn from the events to make the conclusions of who should rule ideally and what we should shoot for VERSUS thinking of the situation at hand for what it would have been like for the character.

F&B (having been written after the main series) continues even this "analysis" phenomenon; what do people choose to believe when it's a woman at the center of their stories?! No matter her real circumstances or their knowledge of things not present in their understanding of the world and of history?

I also mention, several times, how it is here, Rhaenyra's end, where the Targs lose their dragons because they have assimilated into the intenser patriarchal paradigm already mentioned to the point where they weakened their women's positions by denying them their autonomy and political powers...which plot sequence wise leads to the end of the dynasty as whole and Dany's exile. I'm must be a coon to not want Nettles, a 17 year old, to fuck a 50 year old, esp with her being his bio daughter. No, anon, I am too repulsed with direct vertical incest (parent-child, grandparent-grandchild, etc.).

Then there is how the Bloodstone Emperor and the Amethyst Empress and how the former usurped tha latter and plunged the entire world into mythological "darkness"--thus leading up to the importance of the Azor Ahai, aka Dany, directly seems to reflect how another brother--Aegon II--usurped his older sister--Rhaenrya--and thus the world loses a strong magical tool against darkness "dragons". An obvious link....

In fact, I tend to repeat how different they are as people! There's this whole thread talking abt the very thing I despise abt some critiques of Rhaenyra. I even say many times that Rhaenyra couldn't have the throne after the Nettles letter, that at that point, there needed a "refresh". Up until then, there was simply more reason for us to not think her a real terror except for maybe Addam and Alyn. But I have my misgivings there and it comes down to timing and grief.

No, Rosby and Stokeworth do not count and why? I already wrote why, but for someone who doesn't stan Rhaenyra or is not a fan of hers but actually stans just Daenerys--the previous ozymalek says:

I have myself said several times how I disliked how they rewrote show1Rhaenyra to make her a much less assertive version of herself, and I agree with others how they made her female-friendless. No matter how amoral or moral she was, similarly to Dany, people have written her sexistly in the show. I believe that this is CENTRAL to the point of F&B, how people refuse to see the point of it.

Finally, I really don't see how the hell show!Rhaenyra even is a Mary Sue or a NLOG, bc for the first, she displays no skill she excels over others at. A Mary Sue is:

Show!Rhaenyra, for some reason, seems "perfect" to some people. Esp with Luke saying so in epi 8. I never felt that way, I always thought she (older, not younger) was too meek and that is her great flaw---due to the sexist writing, but if kept at face value, that's the great flaw. Other definition: Who is inserting themselves into her character on the show? you got proof?

A NLOG (not like the other girls) is a Cersei like character who goes out of their way to destroy/diminish most women who are competitors for their power or destroy any semblance of socially-defined femininity and socially-coded feminine "weakness" so as to appeal to the male authority and get privileges. Problem is that EVERY SINGLE FEMALE MONARCH AND WOMAN IN SOME SORT OF AUTHORITY OVER MEN IN EVERY SINGLE PATRIARCHAL SOCIETY had to convince their male supporters that they were the one they should follow to some degree more than any male heir or candidate--during a time where they had to either fight for their "birthright" or they were planning coups (Catherine the Great), came into power through some accident, or whatnot--that their rule was in it for them. There is no pattern of woman-hating or self-hating to define Rhaenyra as a NLOG, where she consistently tries. NLOGs tend to hate women even in their own "race" or group for perceived acts of upheaval and destabilizing their positions of power. Alicent was and she uses misogyny to do so, so Alicent is not Rhaenyra's victim; other way around. Rhaenyra has all reason to despise Alicent, justified even. It's more than the positions, it's the whole targeting since 10 deal and trying to espouse Rhaenyra's inherent unworthiness for power.

So Rhaenyra deciding to do the Rosby/Stokeworth bit is her seeing how her greatest ally, a sexist man, has basically all her ships during wartime and insisting she does not give those girls their father's seats is Rhaenyra choosing wrongly, yes, but something I don't think that you or a small number of women would bow under considering the other shit she was going through. Yes, even black/PoC women. Again, this is not about Nettles but about women vs women (yes with them all being white or white-adjacent) bc I know that this will be the next thing some will say as a counterargument to what I'm saying here.

You are correct, however, in how similar Rhaenyra's behavior abt Nettles is pick-me-ish and NLOG concerning her intent to turn Daemon back to her and how this was her seeing Nettles as competition for "control" over Daemon, who was one of her principal military commands as well as her romantic partner...and like i said once before, this is a reflection on how this Andal-Targ patriarchal paradigm makes its own female "terrors" through misogyny. To ignore the process is to endanger its justified repetition. Yeah, Rhaenyra ends up becoming like Alicent in that way after the consistent losses, and I mean defaulting back to destroying another woman for a simulation of power. This doesn't mean that she was a feminist or that she didn't intend on using the Black Jezebel reasoning to get rid of "competition" to feel more in control. It does mean that her behavior reveals her enmeshment in the xenophobic, aristocratic, patriarchal Targ-Andal feudalist paradigm that she chooses to use to, again, construct more feelings of power at a time where she seemed to feel she was losing more and more--after the betrayals and the deaths of her sons in that moment. And yet if there is anything to be extracted from her narrative it is how that built-in classism (the companion and parent of racism) can become the thing these women default onto to retrieve/gain the agency & power denied to them. I believe this is also where you can draw a core similarity to Cersei, who is rather the starkest extreme example of that classism making up for her internalized misogyny through her Lannister Exceptionalism.

The discourse has to include how we, the readers, over-blame Rhaenyra for things she has either very little control over or what she had no control over and for trying to, again, assert herself (before Nettles). She's a reflection of her times and situation; doesn't mean she isn't still a victim. You don't need to like her. I never asked for people to do so. I don't care if you do or not, I've never needed that. Just don't lie or twist information or ignore clear patterns GRRM establishes that are also important, or try to erase the lines of harm done to her and undo the work GRRM is doing to point out this pattern of misogyny that contextualizes one very key aspect of Dany's journey: sexism doesn't care how good or classist you are, you are a woman so you will be subject to disenfranchisement, distortion of facts, and destruction...if you are not like Dany, who intuitively and "rationally" discovers lanes of power while reintegrating her being to the natural process and relationships between herself and her dragons for the ecological benefit of the entire world (the Others, again). Unlike Rhaenyra, Dany doesn't fall into the ideological "trap" or the noblewoman's save-grace of exploiting of lowborn people AND dragons but intelligently seeks other non-exploitative ways to use her dragons and those inspired by he bravery. This again, does not erase or override the sexism and specific elements of gender politics that tie these two together.

It's a paradox, not a contradiction.

#asoiaf asks to me #rhaenyra's characterization #rhaenyra targaryen #fandom nonsense #rosby and stokeworth #rhaenyra and feminism #hate asks #azor ahai

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redditreceipts · 10 months ago

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hi, I’m not sure how to word this right…I’m a transmasculine (NOT TRANSMALE) woman, it’s hard to explain exactly what it means but that’s the closest I’ve gotten, gnc works too I guess though doesn’t fully articulate it.

But I’ve identified as a lot of things since a really early age, generally always circling back to a trans man. Im a survivor of sexual abuse/exploitation, and I would always find myself identifying as the “stereotypical feminine woman” when I was in a worse state and wanted to be objectified, then identifying as a trans male when I wanted to be treated like a human. I figured this meant trans-manhood was what was really right for me, that womanhood was something I only went to as self harm, but recently I thought “would I want to be a man if women were treated like people too” and I realized I wouldn’t.

I support transgender and transsexual rights fully, but I really wish that there was more acknowledgment of sexism. Not just misogyny…sexism.

I thought I was above misogyny, but I’m only recently realizing at age 19 that I didn’t view women as human the way I viewed men as human, and I felt this way because of how I’ve been treated as a female all my life. The way people treat you from birth goes beyond anything a male could comprehend, and it’s so engrained that no one even notices it. We’re not allowed to express emotions or opinions because it’s “too much” and we’re “too loud” especially if we’re not white (which I’m not), we have to do so much more work to be considered an equal by men, we’re talked about in society as objects to be obtained rather than living breathing complex humans, we’re not given margin for error like men are, we’re held to higher standards, we’re constantly forced to prove ourselves in every single capacity in a way men never have to, we’re treated as objects and toys and constantly referred to only with degrading misogynist slurs, we’re aborted for our sex and not given the same education as male classmates and shut out of conversations and objectified before we can even walk, When it’s laid out like that, yeah it’s no wonder so many women (myself included) feel like manhood is the key to humanity. Because It is. Because in society there are people and women, and the current queer community is all too comfortable to bulldoze over this oppression and pretend there’s no such thing as sexism because acknowledging that means challenging their “everyone is valid uwu” shit. Im not saying there aren’t just actual trans men, of course there are, but come on.

Hey :) sorry for the late answer, I've been a bit busy so yeah

I think I kinda get what you mean when you say that you are transmasculine, and I personally think that if that's the best word to describe it, you should go for it! Identity is always a personal matter. I would however argue that identity does not override material reality, and in political terms, we are defined by our biological sex, amongst other things :)

And yes, you are so right when you say that there should be more of an acknowledgement of sexism in the trans community! Women are seen as subhuman, and a woman has to do much more than a man to just be considered a person. That is especially true in the intersection with race and sex.

And well, the trans gender community relies on upholding gender. How many transmasculine people do you see being annoyed when they're being called "she", and they say stuff like "You're calling me she? With my short hair? Dressed like this??"

the recognition of a member of one sex as a member of the opposite sex is much, much harder without gender steretoypes. Abolishing gender leaves us with the cold, hard reality of the oppression of the female sex. I feel like gender is all the pretty fluff and mystification of a brutal truth: Women are seen as less than human.

And yes, I also sometimes feel like I have to be super androgynous to be considered human. But I'm not, and trying to change your sex instead of changing the oppressive systems is like trying to be straight instead of challenging homophobia.

Anyways, I'm glad you're here :) Here's a cat with an octopus on it's head for you :)

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One of my friends (let's call her Dani) is a TOTAL doll. She's absolutely stunning, has an amazing sense of style, always knows how to carry herself in a way that isn't too flamboyant but still serves absolute cunt- she's always been a diva, imo. On the opposite, I'm really awkward. I'm unsure of whether I pass (she says I do, but most people say "eh" or "I mean kinda"), and I'm weird. I'm not conventionally attractive by any means, I'm bad at social interaction, my usual style just consists of a hoodie and jeans since it's all I can wear to pass.

Our city is relatively progressive, but she still gets transphobic shit from people sometimes, especially when we're out shopping. I've always been quick to help her defend herself and give the people who harass her and shit, because I want to be a good friend and ally. Of course I get caught in the crossfire and insulted by them regardless but it's more important to me that Dani knows I'm in her corner.

Yesterday while we were at the mall, these weird kids around our age if not a little older started following me around, taking photos of me, and calling me slurs (both transphobic and misogynistic, also catcalling me in a mock-way and telling me to flash them). I tried telling them off but they absolutely refused to leave me alone. And for once, I tried going to Dani for help. She just... kinda did nothing. Just stood there and watched me get "bullied" until eventually I motioned a security guard over and the guy who was filming me was forced to delete the pictures off his phone.

I tried talking to her about what happened and asking her why she'd done nothing, and she just said "well, I didn't wanna get dragged into it", and I tried explaining to her that I've always stuck around her and helped her when she's been put through that kind of thing and her answer was just that she just didn't wanna put herself at risk.

I'm so disappointed. I thought she was better than that. I don't know why I assumed she'd be any different than the cis girls at my school who like belittling me. I just thought, idk, that since she was trans she'd want to stop transphobia? But no apparently she was happy as long as she could save her own neck.

I'm so mad. I am so, so mad at her. I told her to fuck off and now one of our mutual friends is demanding I apologise but honestly I don't want to. She's just another egocentric selfish harpy. I don't know how to move from here.

I've never been in that position so I don't know what I'd do, but from an outsider's perspective; I absolutely think you should break the friendship/whatever you have going on.

Trans or not, dating or not, if you see someone (especially a friend) getting sexually harassed and you do nothing about it you are an absolute dickhead.

I think you should tell your mutual friend what happened so she understands what your perspective on the fight is and why you don't want to apologise. Otherwise, they might interpret the current situation as you just being stubborn instead of having a justified anger.

I hope you find better people to surround yourself with than people who aren't willing to stick up for you.

-🦚

#tmasc vents #transandrophobia #mentioned:#transmisogyny #harassment

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papirouge · 9 days ago

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LMAO to the surprise of no one, the radKaren are seething at that snitch being dragged online and blaming misogyny again, so let's get some things straight out there :

- it's absolutely hilarious to see radfem suddenly blame terminally online narrative when 80% of radfem talking point & rhetoric relies on terminally online/tiktok niche phenomenon. They won't shut up about niche beauty trend or discourse that barely have any impact whatsoever in the real world. I beg you to ask your 45 yo female colleagues what she thinks of clean girl aesthetic lmao. Terminally online is thinking normie women will give up their natural sexual attraction to men and become a 4b separatist. Radfem are the most terminally online breed of feminists. At least libfem managed to make a mainstream space for themselves with that #girlboss phenomenon but radfem? Do they really think the "kill all men" thing will fly among normie women??? Delusional.

- that woman allegedly bragged about her snitching on FACEBOOK (so much for the social media sheltered Maccie narrative...). Doesn't really support the theory of she doing so because she feared for her life. And that's ok! 50K is a lot (esp for a McDonald's worker) but immediate victimization of that women truly shows radfem cannot comprehend interpersonal dynamic without posturing the woman as a victim one way another. Which makes sense bc radfemistan is overwhelming White and White women have an extremely hard time deconstructing their obsession to act like the biggest victims. Someone fearing for their life won't brag about snitching on a killer, esp since we don't know whether he has an accomplice...

- it's extremely interesting to see them rebuking the "class traitor" claims when radfem are always so prone to guilt shame women who are not "girls girls" (remember how FERAL they were again Depp female supporter? Wayyyy more than his male ones. Giving them a nickname to clown them, making disgusting sexualizing comments (sometimes to UNDERAGE fans) about how "he's not going to fuck them" I swear radfem who pat themselves in the back thinking they were on the good side in this whole story are really fooling themselves)

- not everything has to be misogyny. The vast majority of comments I've seen people bitching on her for being a SNITCH - not a women. The only misogynist comment I've seen was one saying "of course she's a woman". Shocker. You really need to get over yourselves and stop acting like victims of the outrageous shit you see online, and that your own side gleefully participate (again #killallmen, mocking straight women calling them disgusting slurs, etc.). But now you wanna play the victim?? Don't cook a dish you can't eat.

Also you guys realize the woman who's being dragged to court for riding the coattails of Luigi's stunt by threatening her insurance company is getting an overwhelming support right?? It's almost like a woman who's doing what the public sees as a reasonable/understandable action will get public support, while the one who snitched on a national hero got shit on?🤔 I'm really curious how you're gonna blame that on misogyny again 🧐

#papi watch #radfem #white feminism #feminism #radical feminist safe #radical feminism #luigi mangione #united healthcare #papi truths

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the way sam is the only female coded character in existence and the only proof we actually need is the audience reaction!!! drives me crazy! the one time i like a male character and he gets treated like a female one like not even just by people that dont like him and say hes whiny and a bitch but like he also gets the "female character is too smart to join in the boys fun" treatment in fic by people who supposedly DO like him!! why is he getting the girlboss treatment?

also dean calls him a bitch fully seriously in an argument like not in a "oh your acting like a woman" way that people call men bitches but in the fully serious like calling a woman a bitch way. i cant explain it but there is a difference and sam got women treatment in that scene (theyre arguing about dean killing amy if you cant remember the moment)

its just so unusual to me to see a male character get this treatment. its so weird to see

no you're so real anon. i primarily focused on the treatment he gets from male fans of the show because they literally act like anything but servitude or submissiveness towards dean and his actions is a moral failing, which is just like how sexist men expect women to act toward their fathers/ husbands/ male authorities at all times. and it's crazy! but i've seen the more 'benevolent' or girlbossy types of misogyny against him too; i actually made a post about a related phenomena a while back. when sam gets called a woman some people use that to separate him from the 'regular' male characters and elevate him to this infallible bystander status, which of course makes him harder to relate to, less humanized. which is not to say i haven't seen some less savory interpretations from sam fans too, though the misogyny was intended there i'm assuming, for example ones were gets targeted sexually for being 'feminine' by predatory men or entities like azazel. and that's ignoring the fandom in general being rife with misogyny, this is all focused on a character who, going by the source material, is a cis man. what not having a female main character does to you for real.

and yeah dean, and the show as a whole, absolutely try to feminize sam as another way to degrade or victimize him. comments like you're a red headed woman, the ghost goes after chicks, hell even all the jokes about possessions, or the ones straight up alluding to rape (having a girl inside you, teen pregnancy, made you my bitch), all draw from this idea that sam is very womanly and that's the reason bad things happen to him or why he deserves to be made fun of.

as for the fight, i'm assuming you mean this from 7x07?

i agree the bitch comes off as weird here, dean is playing into the 'woman too irrational to make decisions for herself' stereotype, and tries to convince sam that his choice was the moral one because it comes from a less emotional/ irrational place. and like i said before, dean's decision making is not to be challenged with how the show is framed, which makes misogynistic slurs against sam always feel more targeted.

anyway i agree that it's weird but it's also very fascinating to me. hope this still makes sense because it got a bit long. thank you for the ask.

#ask #anon

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I also think the culture of women fans feminizing players is wildly different in both intent and practice than what cherry did! I don't think people are deploying feminization as a way to demean and hate the players the way cherry was

oh absolutely, the feminisation is different in the best possible way. it was just a lightbulb moment for me; since most feminisation squicks me hard it was interesting to personally examine why it squicks harder for some players than others, and i just realised that, of course, since i came into hockey when that kind of demeaning misogynistic and homophobic language was still in use (on NATIONAL TELEVISION!!!) of course i’d feel weird about seeing it applied any which way, especially to players of that generation. i guess it’s the same way there’s generational divides over slurs (gen z being far more comfortable with “fag” and bringing it back into common use when i definitely still flinched for the first couple of years every time i saw it in a tiktok video when that became more prevalent).

it’s cool and interesting to see what’s happening in fandom with that kind of language and that kind of gender play though, and kind of heartwarming to see feminisation get “reclaimed” into a fic trope though

#kookanswers #anon #don cherry

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aroaessidhe · 1 year ago

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Mid-Year Book Freakout 2023

1. Best book you’ve read so far this year

The Art of Prophecy - this was so fun and made just for me I enjoyed it a lot The Misadventures of an Amateur Naturalist - really good and also quite unique for the space it’s sitting in I think! The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi - this is very good and fun I loved it

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far this year

The World We Make - love this duology!! NK Jemisin does it again etc etc A Day of Fallen Night - prequel technically, but I enjoyed it a lot and more than priory I think! Sailing By Carina’s Star - i am enjoying this trilogy a lot we love queer pirates The Shadow Cabinet - somehow even more wild than the first book

3. New release you haven’t read yet

I don’t keep lists of books I need to read, so of course when I try to think of something my mind goes blank, here’s a couple from my library holds/kindle To Shape A Dragon’s Breath Wander The Night also does Flight & Anchor count if I’ve read the original patreon version but not the published version yet

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

(same situation lmao) I’m looking forward to He Who Drowned The World! that’s the first thing that comes to mind

5. Biggest disappointment

tbqh I’ve read a lot of disappointments but they’re mostly self published ones that I read soley because of aspec characters that didn’t hold up in the writing department and are not very well known anyway. (I’ve read tons of selfpubs that are amazing too of course!!) so I’ll just mention some traditionally published ones: Rosewater - I did go into this with the wrong expectations for one, but also the MC was so (intentionally) misogynistic it was hard to enjoy :/ The Wicked Remain - there were a few iffy things in the first book but also things I liked and the second book just...didn’t really add to the things I liked. idk Song of Silver, Flame Like Night - I knew this wasn’t gonna be entirely for me in the first place but man what was up with the only other female character (that’s not dead) having an absolute caricature of a mean girl rivalry with the MC in like. a calling each other slurs kind of way not a fun way

6. Biggest surprise

Beating Heart Baby - I enjoy reading YA contemporary but there’s usually a limit to how much I enjoy it compared to sff, but this went beyond what I expected and I really loved it The Meister of Decimen City - I didn’t have any expectations for this, someone just mentioned it on a discord and I got it from the library, but I loved it a lot!

7. Favorite new author (debut or new to you)

See generally I only call people favourite authors if I’ve read and loved like, at least 3 separate books from them, and I don’t really have any of those for this year.....you need to work to get my loyalty Here’s a few authors that I’ve read a second book/series from them this year and am like, ah yes, I will read the next one: Ceinwen Langley Rebecca Schaeffer Liselle Sambury

8. Newest fictional crush/newest favorite character

tbh I’m not one to separate an individual character from their book or like, the other characters surrounding them very often, so I just can’t think of anything specific... all the women in The Art of Prophecy are great

9. Book that made you cry

I’ve actually started recording this in my stats this year HAHA, with “fully crying” “teared up” and “cried from cute/happiness” and,, I did not expect that there are only 3 books that have made me fully cry????? Which are: In Other Lands and Lirael (nostalgia def has a part to play in both of those) and Beating Heart Baby. I can’t remember why I cried for that one but clearly it was a lot lmao

10. Book that made you happy

I mean it’s a reread but In Other Lands of course

World Running Down - only just read this and I really enjoyed it! a good mix of an interesting sci-fi future that isn’t super dark but also doesn’t shy away from various issues, and an interesting romance! (me enjoying a romance, shocker)

witch hat atelier! - how could it Not make you happy tbh

thanks @violaeade for tagging me!

I will tag @thereadingchallengechallenge @nycorix @speculatives @dkafterdark and anyone else who wants I guess

#laya talks #i read too many to give a single answer to any of these sjdghs

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dystopicjumpsuit · 1 year ago

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Martyrs and Kings - Chapter 2

Galas Aren't as Exciting as They Seem... Or Are They?

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged)

Pairing: Kix x archivist/historian OFC

Wordcount: 4.4k

Warnings: adult language; mild canon-typical violence; use of the slur "wh*re" as a misogynistic insult by an antagonist

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Maree threw herself wholeheartedly into her research, pulling up vast numbers of mission logs, casualty reports, individual trooper records, and personnel files and beginning to arrange the resulting mountains of text into some semblance of order. She was frankly delighted to have such an opportunity. As she’d indicated to Kix, her area of study was not exactly a popular one.

Most of the military history research requests the library received were for earlier periods, particularly the High Republic era. People wanted to learn about the thrilling, inspiring histories of the Jedi, not melancholy reminders of one of the darkest periods in Republic history. This New Republic was very young and more interested in emulating the successes of the Galactic Republic than scrutinizing its failures.

Beyond that, the galaxy was slow to forget that the Clone Wars had ushered in the Empire. The New Republic’s demilitarization policy was a direct result of the belief that a standing army had caused the downfall of the Republic. The clones were a convenient scapegoat, but they had merely been a catalyst for the war.

Maree believed firmly in the adage that those who neglected to learn from history were doomed to repeat it, and thus she had spent her entire career studying the events that led to the fall of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the Empire. The interplanetary tensions that had been building for decades before the first battle of Geonosis plunged the galaxy into war were not so different from the ones currently fracturing the New Republic. To ignore the similarities was to risk replicating the missteps that led to the rise of the Empire.

Due to the discomfort with which the general population regarded the Clone Wars, it was uncommon for the library to receive a research request that provided Maree with an opportunity to lead a project of her own. Instead, most of her research efforts were either requisitioned by the New Republic Judiciary or conducted in support of her colleagues who specialized in the more approachable eras of galactic history. She also had substantial administrative responsibilities that monopolized a huge portion of her working hours. The result was that, while Maree was a busy and valued member of the archival staff, she often found herself rather unfulfilled in her work, though she did appreciate the opportunities provided by the library to further her own research when she was not assigned to another project.

She spent the next few days reviewing and summarizing, staying in her office late into the evenings, well after the rest of the archival staff had departed. The resulting report was extensive and thoroughly depressing. The Clone Wars period was tragic from beginning to end, but the last few months of the conflicts were particularly grueling and devastating. Vast numbers of casualties; system after system falling to the Separatists; and, of course, the ultimate fall of the Republic. It was hardly a surprise that nobody wanted to spend their time learning about such unrelenting darkness.

Well, nobody except Kix, she thought. She had wondered why he was interested in this particular period, but discretion and client confidentiality took precedence over her curiosity, and candidly, she was not about to lose such a rare opportunity by asking questions that might alienate the man. Still, as she reviewed the individual trooper records, she was struck by Kix’s physical resemblance to the clones. That was why he’d seemed familiar at first, she realized, though his beard had initially disguised the likeness. She wondered if his father—or perhaps his grandfather—had been a clone. It would be unusual, but not unheard-of, for a clone to father a child. The Kaminoans were reported to have sterilized the clone troopers, but unconfirmed birth records had fueled speculation that at least some of the sterilization procedures had been unsuccessful. If Kix were the descendent of a clone, that could explain his interest in the war.

There was another possibility, of course. One that was almost too far-fetched to consider, and yet Maree found herself wondering if perhaps somehow, a clone might have survived all these decades. The galaxy was a strange place, and it wouldn’t be the first time that something seemingly impossible had happened. But the likelihood of such a thing was infinitesimal, and Maree was a practical woman. There had to be a more reasonable explanation.

By Benduday evening, Maree had compiled enough material that it would likely take several days to review it all, and given that she was likely to have even more potential research topics after her meeting with Kix the next day, she decided to leave the office an hour early and get a decent night’s rest for the first time that week. Most of her day had been taken up by advisory sessions with the department interns, and she could feel the beginnings of what promised to be a spectacular headache. She wanted nothing more than a large glass of whiskey, a long shower, and an early bedtime.

It was not to be. As she gathered her things and prepared to leave, Teejay entered her office, bearing a large bouquet of hothouse flowers.

“Ah, Dr. Finnall. Are you departing early to prepare for the gala?”

“The gala?” Marree asked blankly.

“Oh, yes! Dr. Denau has been most eager to accompany you to the Galactic Library Foundation gala. He just had these delivered.”

Maree cursed under her breath. She must have had a temporary lapse in sanity when she’d agreed to attend the gala as Denau’s date.

“What time does the gala start, Teejay?” she asked.

“I believe the festivities begin at 1930 hours, but the note accompanying the flowers requests that you join Dr. Denau at 1830 hours for drinks. How romantic!”

The droid was entirely too enthusiastic for its own good. Maree glanced at the chronometer on the wall and silently cursed again.

“Please let Dr. Denau know that I’ve been held up on some unexpected business and I won’t be able to join him for cocktails, but I’m looking forward to seeing him at the gala. Then please call Capital Couture and let them know I’ll be stopping by the atelier in an hour. Send them the dress code for the gala and have them select three options in my size. They know my taste, and I’m confident they will be able to accommodate me.”

“Yes, Dr. Finnall. Would you like me to book Jafan Orden for a hair appointment as well?”

“No time. The stylist droid at home will have to be good enough. But please do have takeout delivered to my home at 1830. Library benefits never seem to provide any food more substantial than appetizers, and you know how I get when I miss a meal.”

“I believe ‘hangry’ was the term Intern Dara used,” the droid said primly. “I will inform Capitol Couture that it would be wise to provide a selection of snacks in the fitting room.”

“Remind me to give you a raise,” Maree said.

“Perhaps you should be reminded instead that I am property of the New Republic and thus do not earn a salary,” Teejay replied.

“Fine, book yourself an oil bath on my account. You’re the best.”

Maree blew the droid a kiss and headed for the door.

Kriff, I hate these things, Maree thought for perhaps the thirtieth time that evening. Though the New Republic funded the Core Library on Hosnian Prime in its entirety, it provided only sixty percent of the funding for the library’s mid- and outer-rim campuses. The Galactic Library Foundation was integral in raising funds to cover the remainder of the budget, and events like this were among its most successful campaigns. Tickets were eye-wateringly expensive and sold out months in advance. And of course, there were plenty more opportunities for donors to spend their credits at the events as well.

It was expected that the library’s senior staff would appear at these events to mingle with the donors and encourage them to open their pocketbooks. Maree understood the importance of these events and was committed to doing her part to support the underserved satellite libraries. That didn’t mean she enjoyed it.

At that particular moment, doing her part meant she was hiding gritted teeth behind a pleasant smile as she listened to the wildly uninformed and borderline offensive ramblings of a major donor. She bit back the urge to recommend that the man spend some time in the library outside of benefit events. She had a feeling the Foundation director would be slightly displeased if Maree called the donor an ignoramus to his face.

Meanwhile, Rik Denau hovered by her side, much closer than Maree would have liked. The man was relentless. His sexual antics were the subject of frequent gossip among the archival staff, and it appeared that he had now set his sights on Maree. She could only assume he had exhausted all his other amorous possibilities in the department. Either that, or his ego inspired him to pursue Maree, who had been quite public in her disinterest in workplace romantic entanglements. Either way, he had been after her for weeks to attend the gala with him, and she had finally agreed, if only to get him to stop pestering her about it. He had spent the evening glued to her side, plying her with drinks and flattery, both of which she evaded with subtle dexterity.

Denau laughed a little too loudly at something the donor said and sidled even closer to Maree, settling a hand on her lower back. She felt her jaw clench even harder and forced herself not to let her smile slip.

“Well, we are all so grateful for your continued support,” Denau was saying in an obsequious tone. “Aren’t we, Dr. Finnall?”

“Yes, your generosity has been vital to the library’s ongoing services in the more remote sectors of the galaxy,” Maree said diplomatically. “The Foundation is most appreciative.”

She posed with Denau and the donor for a few publicity holos and then excused herself. She’d spotted a hapless intern ensnared in the conversational web of a notorious lecher who was regrettably also a major benefactor of the library. Maree subtly steered the young Togruta away from the donor and whispered a quick warning.

“I thought the east wing was named after him,” the intern said, surprised.

“It is,” Maree replied under her breath. “His contributions are generous enough to encourage the library administration to pretend not to know about his behavior.”

Stars, the night was never going to end. She already regretted her choice of footwear, but she hadn’t had time to have her gown altered and had reluctantly selected a pair of impractically high heels to keep the fabric from puddling on the floor. She headed to the bar to order a drink that Denau hadn’t had an opportunity to touch. As she waited, she mentally calculated how much longer she needed to stay at the gala in order to not be reprimanded by the Foundation’s director when she heard a low, familiar voice at her shoulder.

“Hello, Dr. Finnall.”

She turned, and her breath caught when she saw Kix. He was standing quite close to her, and even in her heels, she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes. He’d exchanged his mundane clothing for a formal suit. The tailoring was austere, but the deep, vibrant teal fabric suited him admirably, and she was not the only one who noticed, judging by the appraising glances directed at him by several bystanders.

“Kix, what an unexpected pleasure,” she said. “You didn’t mention you would be attending the gala.”

“It was a last-minute decision,” he said.

She raised her eyebrows slightly. He must have either incredibly deep pockets or remarkably powerful connections to secure a last-minute ticket. She wondered why, exactly, he had opted to attend.

“I’m pleased you could join us,” she replied. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Already have one,” he said, lifting a bottle of ale.

With uncannily good timing, the bartender pushed a glass of sparkling wine across the bar to Maree.

“And now, so do I,” she smiled. “Cheers.”

He clinked his bottle to her wine glass and took a long drink.

“Shall we find somewhere a little less crowded?” she asked.

“Lead the way.”

Kix had been surprised to receive a message from Sidon Ithano two days previously. It had been brief: a ticket to some charity event at the library and a recommendation for a tailor in Republic City. The pirate captain was keeping tabs on his activity, then. Not very subtle, but at least it wasn’t an overt threat. Kix had explored Hosnian Prime a bit since his meeting with Dr. Finnall, but since he had nothing better to do to pass the time until his appointment, he decided to attend the gala.

For some reason, it had not occurred to him that the lovely archivist was likely to attend as well, which was why, when he turned to identify the source of an obnoxiously loud laugh, his brain stuttered to a halt. She was there. Standing next to the Loud One. She was wearing a backless blue gown of sheer draped shimmersilk, and her hair was styled in an elaborate updo. She looked even more enchanting than he had remembered. They were talking to some mogul in a fancy robe, and as Kix watched the trio, the Loud One laid a proprietary hand on the archivist’s bare lower back. Kix swallowed the bitterness at the back of his throat. He shouldn’t be surprised. Of course she would already have a partner. How could she not?

His thoughts had strayed to her often over the past days. He’d thought of her expressive eyes and warm smile, but also of the line of her neck, the delicate shell of her ear, the impossibly long eyelashes that fanned along her cheek when she raised her gaze to meet his. He didn’t delude himself that a woman like that would be interested in a man like him. She was the total package: intelligent, sophisticated, successful, kind, and beautiful. And he was—what? A former soldier and a current pirate. Outer-Rim trash scavenged from the galactic scrapheap. He had nothing to offer her that could compare to her luxurious life in the capital, attending glamorous parties and mingling with the elite citizens of the New Republic.

Self-loathing flooded him. He began to turn away, ready to leave the gala and find some seedy cantina where he could lose himself at the bottom of a bottle of cheap booze, when he saw her shift subtly away from her handsy companion’s touch. Hope sparked, fierce and immediate. He couldn’t hear their conversation, but the trio shifted to pose for a hologram, and then the archivist seamlessly extricated herself from the conversation. She wove through the room, pausing to chat with a few other small groups, and when she headed for the bar, Kix saw his opening. As he approached her, he permitted himself a moment of weakness as he admired the graceful line of her exposed back.

“Hello, Dr. Finnall,” he said.

She turned, and when she swept an appreciative glance over him, he silently thanked Ithano for referring him to the tailor. The captain had a flair for the dramatic, and while Kix had choked at the tailor’s exorbitant prices, he was glad he’d gone through with it. He had a hoard of credits from his share of the pirate crew’s earnings over the past year, and not much else to spend it on. Based on Dr. Finnall’s reaction, the suit had been worth every decicred.

After exchanging pleasantries, she laid her hand lightly on his arm and led him smoothly through the crowd.

“I probably shouldn’t admit this, but these benefits are my least favorite part of the job,” Maree said. “I’ve never been fond of loud, crowded spaces. They make me feel like the walls are closing in.”

“Then why attend them?” Kix asked.

“I’m required to,” she said matter-of-factly. “The donors like to feel they’re getting their credits’ worth. No offense intended, of course.”

“None taken,” Kix replied, unsure of why she’d felt the need to add the caveat. “So the Library makes you attend these events so you can be professionally charming and convince donors to open their pocketbooks even wider?”

“More or less,” Maree acknowledged. “Though some events are far more pleasant than others.”

She shot him a dazzling smile, and Kix felt a little disoriented, unsure of whether their conversation merely fell under the umbrella of professionally charming. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the flash of a holocam, but by the time he located the source, the photographer had already scurried away to find other victims for their publicity photos. Eventually, Kix and Maree reached a smaller room where the conversation was quieter and the party goers were clustered into only a few small groups.

“This is where the staff come to hide when the socializing gets to be too much. There’s a reason we all became archivists, and it’s not because of our scintillating personalities,” she said with a mischievous look that made her eyes twinkle.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he promised.

“Oh, this isn’t the real secret,” she said. “The real hideout is a carefully guarded location known only to my most trusted friends.”

“Oh?” he asked. “And how does one gain access to this prestigious group, Dr. Finnall?”

“I asked you to call me Maree,” she reminded him.

Her eyes flickered to a movement at the door, and she winced. Kix glanced over and spotted the Loud One entering the room.

“I am susceptible to bribery,” she said.

Kix shot her an inquisitive look. “What did you have in mind?”

“Flirt with me,” she said.

“I thought that’s what I was doing,” he replied, taking her hand and trailing his thumb over the sensitive skin of her inner wrist.

“Flirt harder.”

He leaned in with a crooked smile. Under his thumb, he felt her pulse leap as he ghosted his lips over her ear.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he whispered.

She let out a tiny breath, and he tugged her wrist gently, pulling her body closer to him. She smelled incredible, and he wanted to bury his face in her hair. She turned her head to face him, her eyes glazed and soft. His gaze dropped to her lips and his hand rose almost unconsciously to caress her jaw. Before he could move to kiss her, though, they were interrupted by the sound of a pointed cough. They broke apart, and Kix saw that the Loud One was the culprit. He tamped down his irritation, remembering that their near-kiss had been a performance for this fool’s benefit.

“Maree, who’s your friend?” the Loud One asked.

“Rik, I didn’t see you there,” she lied.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and Kix huffed a silent, victorious laugh. The not-a-kiss may have been a performance, but her response to it was real.

“Clearly,” Rik the Loud One said in a peevish tone.

“This is Kix,” Maree said. “He’s a research client and, as you can tell from his presence here, a significant benefactor to the library.”

Wait, what? Kix thought. Abruptly, he wondered exactly how Ithano had acquired his ticket. And then, with a sinking in his gut, he realized that Maree thought he was one of those donors whom she was contractually obligated to charm.

“Have you forgotten that you are my date?” Rik demanded.

“Rik, you know I don’t date coworkers,” she said.

“No, you are obviously after bigger fish. How much did you donate to secure her company?” he sneered at Kix.

Kix stiffened. Maree might only be indulging him because she was required to, but he would not stand by while this fragging conduit worm spewed venom at her. Maree, however, did not require a knight in plastoid armor.

“That is wildly unprofessional and inappropriate, Dr. Denau,” she said icily. She did not raise her voice in the slightest, but she enunciated her words crisply, and they carried through the room. A few of the other groups turned to listen. “I will be submitting a harassment report to the director. I suggest you leave before you dig yourself a deeper pit.”

“No one is going to believe you,” Denau snarled. “You came here as my date. Everyone saw us together. I’ll say it was just a lover’s spat.”

She laughed harshly. “Only in your wildest fantasies. What everyone saw was you groping me like a hormonal teenager while I dropped you as soon as I had the chance. Leave now, and I’ll note in my report that you were drunk. Maybe they’ll go easy on you.”

“You fucking whore,” Denau spat, lunging at Maree.

Kix snapped into action instinctively. He thrust his body between Maree and Denau, blocking the blow that was aimed for her face. His fist struck out like lightning, slamming into Denau’s jaw and dropping the archivist where he stood. A few gasps rang out through the room, and a tall Pantoran woman rushed to intervene.

“Dr. Finnall, are you all right?” she asked.

“I’m fine, Dr. Corruss,” Maree replied. “He didn’t hit me.”

“I’ve already paged the security droids,” Dr. Corruss said. “They’ll be along shortly to remove Dr. Denau from the premises. Thank you for your quick action, Mr…”

“Kix,” he supplied.

“Are you injured, Mr. Kix?” Dr. Corruss asked. “I can call a medical droid.”

“No need,” Kix said, reflecting that Denau had possibly been the least intimidating foe he’d encountered in his short, brutal life.

“This is going to cause so much paperwork,” Maree sighed.

“No doubt the Foundation director will want to keep this quiet,” Dr. Corruss said. “The security droids will want to take statements from all the witnesses, but I’m sure the official report can wait until morning. I’ll have the droids take Denau out the side exit so it doesn’t interrupt the gala.”

“I’m sorry to have caused trouble for you,” Kix said.

“Not at all,” Dr. Corruss replied with a charming smile. “Denau was the aggressor. We all saw it. He struck first, and you, hmm—How shall I put it in the official report? ‘Heroically de-escalated the situation.’”

“He de-escalated Denau’s jaw,” said a wiry, bespectacled Zabrak man who joined the group. “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

Kix liked the newcomer immediately.

Dr. Corruss tsked. “So pugnacious, Dr. Tane.”

“The security feeds will confirm Denau was at fault, but the museum will want to cover its ass,” said Dr. Tane. “Now they’ll finally have the justification to fire that parasite.”

Another man joined them, a Human with a pinched face, and he looked at Maree with an expression of intense dislike.

“Dr. Finnall, your companion’s behavior was unacceptable,” he said scornfully.

Kix bristled. “Are you suggesting I should have let him hit her?”

“I am suggesting that fisticuffs are unbefitting these sacred walls,” the man said.

Dr. Corruss and Dr. Tane rolled their eyes simultaneously.

“Thank you for sharing your concerns, Dr. Harik,” Maree said wearily.

“Be sure to repeat them to the security droids,” Dr. Tane added. “I can’t wait to mock your report with the director. ‘Fisticuffs’? ‘Sacred halls’? Really?”

Harik sputtered and stormed away.

“What’s with him?” Kix asked.

“He sees himself as Maree’s professional nemesis,” Dr. Tane said.

“He has delusions of adequacy,” Dr. Corruss sniffed.

Kix stifled a laugh. This gala was far more entertaining than he’d expected.

“They exaggerate,” Maree said. “Though he has held a grudge since he found out I was a member of the review panel that rejected his last paper.”

“Shoddy double-blinding on the journal’s behalf,” Dr. Tane grumbled.

“And for that, he thought you deserved a punch in the face?” Kix asked. “Sounds like he needs to go outside these sacred halls every once in a while.”

The security droids arrived and removed Denau, then circulated to take statements from everyone in the room. They worked quickly, on strict orders not to draw attention from the rest of the gala guests. Once Kix and Maree had given their statements to the security droids, Maree slipped out of the room with Kix in tow. She made a beeline for the bar and leaned behind it to snag two bottles, passing one to Kix after a quick wave at the bartender.

“Friend of yours?” Kix asked.

“More like a partner in crime,” she said. “He’s suffered through almost as many of these parties as I have. Come with me.”

Once they were clear of the crowd around the bar, Kix attempted to apologize once more for disrupting her evening, but she cut him off before he could get more than a few words out.

“No need to apologize,” she said. “That’s more excitement than most of us have had in years. Academics are not the liveliest bunch, you know.”

She tugged him out another doorway and into a long corridor. She stopped abruptly and kicked off her high heels.

“Thank the gods,” she breathed, sighing with relief as she flexed her bare feet.

She bent and snagged her shoes by the straps, then resumed her progress.

“Come on,” she hurried him. “We’re not in the clear yet.”

They exited the corridor into a vast room filled with shelves upon shelves of texts and datapads, but she did not stop. At the opposite end of the room, she led him through an unobtrusive door and into yet another corridor. She took a left, then two rights, another left, and then passed through one final doorway that led to a broad staircase. He followed her down it, and once he reached the bottom, his jaw dropped.

“Pretty amazing, isn’t it?” she asked.

Kix gazed around the cavernous space. It was dark outside, and he could see the moon through the transparisteel roof. The room itself was softly illuminated by colored spotlights, and as far as he could see, it was filled with lush, flourishing plants.

“What is this place?” he asked, awed.

“It’s my secret hideout,” she grinned. “The Galactic Botanical Archive. There are plant specimens from all over the galaxy here. It’s the library’s greenhouse.”

She was standing barefoot in her formal gown, shoes in one hand and a bottle of sparkling wine in the other, and Kix had never seen a more captivating sight in his life.

“Pretty amazing,” he agreed.

She held up the bottle of wine. “Wanna get kriffed up?”

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Chapter 3

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