#Term 121-130

[missdaytonawrites]

want you back • a. anderson

summary - you agree to a lowkey, fuck-buddy type of arrangement with your ex after you split. until abby just can't seem to keep it exactly "lowkey" anymore.

WC - 2.4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI (as always.) explicit content/smut below the cut, cheating, talk of breakups, abby's a dick for just a little bit, talk of drinking, possible ellie slander?!?! light violence, mentions of injury/blood, some hurt/comfort kinda, heavy petting, teasing, ?? strap worship ?? vaginal fingering (r! receiving) use of "little girl" as nickname, talk of strap-ons/strap on usage, serious teasing, spit play, grotesque descriptions of abby's strap, little bit of rough/meanie abby, squirting, overstim, orgasm control, mating press oooo ✨, possesive abs, im sure there is way more wowie.

AN - hooooly cow. hi there, hello wow. first and foremost; this filth was 120% inspired by @shelbita111's request and is 130% for my babe!!! she sent such an amazing idea and i defintely ran with it lol, i hope you love this! sorry i got a lil' carried away!

"i'll take the fall and the fault in us. i'll give you all the love i never gave before i left you."

four months, roughly one-hundred and twenty-one fucking days. you had just finally started to feel clean, your system had been undoubtedly flushed of abigail fucking anderson. you had been sooo, so strong. your friends had implored you for stickin’ to your guns and letting her go.

..or so they thought.

all 121 days of those four months you had been unapologetically fucking abby behind everyones back, and it was good. good for you, abby could fuck and you happily accepted everything she gave you.

for abby? this was torture, pure torment being enflicted upon her at your disposal. in a way, she only had herself to blame. four months prior to whatever you could call your current arrangement, you had caught a very drunk abby with her hands (and mouth) all over some name-less broad at her birthday party. instead of causing a scene that night, you quietly left and sent abby a text making her aware of your new relationship status.

she let you be for a couple days or so, letting you be the one to decide if it was really over or not. when she hadn’t heard from you by then, guilt crept right up on her, took a couple swings… and won. so she took it upon herself to show up unannounced at your place with some vodka and blue gatorade. she was gonna end this problem the way she started it.

but when the door opened and you saw her.. you thought she was insane and gave her a 6 minute speech before you even let her over the threshold.

once she was in.. after a slightly pointless conversation and lots of apologies from her, you proposed to keep it on the down-low. you would agree to keep seeing her but no feelings attached, and on your own terms.

much to her dismay, abby agreed.

which meant when rare situations like this happened, she had to keep her lips fuckin’ sealed. it was not something she could describe as “easy.” in her eyes, you two never broke-up. you’re still hers, but she knows it isn't the truth.

so here she had to sit, fourth months of hooking-up and suppressed feeling later, while you danced all over some thin, auburn-haired girl. you both looked sweaty, and when the girls hands found your hips to shift you so you were facing her? abby almost lunged at the pair of you.

someone could bump into you two and your lips would meet, abby could feel the liquor she had been drinking start to swirl in her stomach. taking a large swallow and stepping forward, she didn't even notice her hands coming between you and the girl until she was the one facing you.

she eyed you and panted angrily, and if you didn't know your abby you maybe would have been scared. the girl you had been dancing with grabbed and tried to push abby away and you couldn't stop her before abby had pushed the girl to the ground.

abby raised her fist to throw a punch and she almost did.. but your hand reached to wrap around her bicep and she turned to face you, when your eyes met hers all she could do was scoop you up and out of the commotion. even if she had been at fault once again.

she hurried the two of you back to her place, and she swore she could feel the anger radiating off of you. when the two of you arrived, abby started pacing and trying to think of what she could say.. she didn't have long to think however before your lips were on hers.

abby kissed you back with fervor, she was scared it would be the last one. she couldn’t understand why you were kissing her. you pulled away from the kiss in attempts at talking with her but you noticed two long, bloody streaks on her arm. the brunette must have scratched her amidst the chaos.

you gasped and abby looked down, noticing the injury herself. “shit.” she said and turned away from you, almost walking away to handle it herself before you stop her. “abby. don’t play tough now and just let me help you..?” she turned back to you and followed you into the kitchen.

you made her sit at the dining room table while you fetched the first aid kit, returning with sympathy in your eyes.

as you clean her up, you offer her an explanation. “i shouldn’t have been so touchy with her ab, m’sorry you got hurt.” you finish dressing her wounds and she looks at you. it’s almost as if she's begging, “can we not do this anymore? please?”

you try to question her but you just simply can’t before she’s the one kissing you this time. tangling her hands in your hair and leaning into you. you can’t recall a time she’s ever kissed you like this, her hands fall from your hair to slide down into the back pockets of your denim skirt and she rolls her hips into yours. she’s impossibly close and she doesn’t make any effort to distance herself.

your hands go from loosely hanging around her neck to tapping, then banging on her chest as you try to get her off. she pulls away only to grumble out “i want you-” then you interject and stumble back slightly, hands never leaving her chest. “you have me, abs…” and then she’s moving closer, she finishes her thought and closes the distance between you two. “-back. i want you back.” then she's just as close as before and her lips are all over you again.

but it's so much more than a kiss this time, its teeth-clashing, lip biting, hands everywhere as she stumbles you both towards her bedroom. you feel as though this is getting far too good for you to interject anymore, so you just lazily follow abby until the back of your knees hit her mattress and you fall back onto it. abby immediately follows suit and climbs on top of you, rolling her hips into yours once again and this time you can feel that she's wearing her harness and strap. something she rarely does in public, it now becomes obvious that abby had some previous plans in mind for you before things took an unexpected turn. you gasp against her lips and your hands travel down to squeeze her through her sweats. she chuckles and removes your hands, then stands up and backs away from you.

abby snaps at you and her eyes gaze down at the floor and then back up into yours, she lets out a low growl. salivating as you drop to your knees in front of her, and then bury your face into her crotch. kissing her clothed strap. you look up at her and push some drool past your lips to fall to your tits, sticking your tongue out as it dribbles down.

abby sucks a sharp breath in and pulls her sweats and boxers down in one swift motion, letting her strap come out to bob up into your face. it’s crystal clear and painfully large, the same one she’s always used on you. roughly eight inches with a thick vein running the underside, the tip is prominent and bulbous. abby loved watching you pull off of her with a pop when she let you gag all over her.

your tongue instinctively swipes out to lick a long stripe up her cock but she doesn't let you get too far, because she’s pulling you up by your hair in no time. getting you to your feet, abby tugs at your tank top to snag and lift it off your body and she almost cums all over her harness right then and there at the sight of your tits. she pushes you back to the bed once again where you lay as she shimmies out of her bottoms and saunters over to you, eyeing you like prey.

she gets to you and tries, she really does give an honest try and nicely pulling your skirt down.. but to no avail, you’re far too squirmy and abby thinks out loud when she says “fuck it, i’m not being soft tonight.” before ripping your little skirt in two. you gasp at the sudden feeling of exposure and it's here when she can now see that you must’ve opted out of panties tonight. abby quite literally froths at the mouth when she sees your bare core, spread and ready for her.

“s’better than a goddamned playboy..” she sighs and her fingers find your little swollen clit with a quickness. your mouth falls open in a lost moan and abby does the same thing, at the same time. she’s got this false aura of sympathy about her, shes fucking mocking you. you’re far too gone by now to even care, you honestly expect it out of her.

her middle and ring finger move down from your clit and into a “V” shape, separating your lips and then she pushes the same two fingers inside your weepy little hole. going knuckle deep and then pulling them out halfway, twisting them ever so slightly to the right, and then doing it all over again. she continues on like this for a moment before she gives you two steady pumps in and out, then pushes knuckle deep in you once again. she holds her fingers there and her lips come to yours again, barely ghosting your mouth, abby says in a hushed whisper “tell me you’re mine.”

you look at her the best you can, and bite your lip. “i, i’m yours..” you whisper. that makes her give you a little peck, with her fingers still buried inside you, not having moved a single centimeter, she raises her voice a little, “say it again, louder.”

you squeak and try to ration with her. “abby, please, mo-” she kisses you again as if to shut you up and repeats herself. “i said louder, little girl.”

you gulp and at least think that you raise your pitch when you say “yours! im you-” but apparently you must not have because there she is again, almost yelling, cutting you off to say “louder.” once again. so you practically scream this time when you give her a whiny “yooours, im so yours abby.” panting once you finish, abby slowly curls her fingers and you can feel the tears about to roll over.

“louder.” you hear from somewhere in the room, and so you do, you fucking need this. 100% screaming this time, “fuck! yours! i am yours abs!! you and only you get to have me like this, hnnng, abby puh-lease!” abby pulls her fingers out and shoves them in your mouth to quiet your whines. laughing when you choke around her thick digits, you cough as she pulls them out and wipes them off on your cheek. like you’re her little towel.

abby then lets her fingers drop back down to circle your clit, kissing you hard again and trying her best to not have it turn into a makeout. so she pulls away just for a half of a second and looks down while she catches her breath, she almost forgot her harness had been patiently hanging from her hips. so while abby's fingers are still toying with your clit, she presses her nose into your neck, takes a deep inhale and says “need to fuck you, right now little girl.”

there it was again, the nickname abby had affectionately titled you with when you two had first met. “little girrrl..” you hear and you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel her begin to press into you, she quite literally impales you on her strap. giving you slow, deep strokes as she works herself all the way in. “snug little thing, huh?” she mutters as she bottoms out, but you can’t be bothered to react or respond. you are all-encompassed by the pleasure that was swallowing you whole.

you gulp because, holy shit, she’s just started to fuck you and you’re already teetering on that edge. this has never happened to you before, so you muster all the courage you have, and in hopes that she’ll maybe be nice.. you let a little “m’gonna cum already.” and of course she hears. however, whatever god you may have been praying to in that moment must’ve heard whatever prayer you said in your head because all abby does is bring your legs up and together, then pushes you into a mating press. groaning a low “oh, no you’re not…” out with her movements.

she keeps fucking you, harder actually, your ankles are up by your ears and she keeps you there. grinding her strap into you, chasing after her own release. you raise your hands to claw and squeeze at her hips, trying to stop her.

“no, really ab- huuuhhh..” you garble out while her pace never once falters, “abby fuck…” you hiss and this knot ties and unties in the lowest pits of your belly unlike ever before. its feels like your going to pee and your legs spasm like you’re seizing. “really, what?” she snarls, and then snickers at you, “what is it, little girl?” you wince and she spits down onto your face, letting the glob of saliva roll off your nose a little before bringing one of her hands to your face to rub her spit all around it. you’re sure it's quite the sight to behold.

there you lay, sweaty and now covered in abby’s spit. limbs weak and legs falling asleep under abby’s grip, you try only once more to warn her of what's to come before it’s just happening. “abby please, please abs.. i’m cum- gonna, i’m going to- hhaaaa…” then your orgasm is jumping out of you like a little fountain. completely soaking the lower half of abby’s top, a bit of your stomach and the sheets beneath you two. abby gasps as she watches it all happen, her gasp turns into a full blown laugh and as she fucks you even harder she says, “this pussy’s too fuckin’ good to me.”

shaking her head at you, you ride out your high as best as you can before you begin to fade out of consciousness, you look up at abby with hearts in your vision and manage to get a “so pretty abby..” said before you're completely out.

when you come to, abby’s lying next to you while she catches her breath. harness still wrapped around her hips, she looks over at you and winks. “remember what you said about being mine, little girl. you don’t just let me fuck you like that and expect me to keep it casual anymore, do ya’?”

hope everyone likes this!! still working on that surprise i've been droppin' hints about, maybe i'll start talking about it more, idk. all i know is i'm going to a paramore concert this sat. and i've been working on this for DAYSSS and i couldn't sleep tonight if i didn't get this the fuck done!!!! so! yaaay! snaps for novaaa!

[pitlanewrites]

✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ f1 flash fiction ✧˖°

An ongoing anthology of flash fiction (short pieces only a few paragraphs long) originally written as practice for an English paper.

Total Word Count: 2412

Rating: T

Fic Count: 11

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The Death of Ayrton Senna, As Witnessed By His Greatest Rival ✧˖°

Pairing: Alain Prost/Ayrton Senna

Word Count: 171

Alain Prost laments after Ayrton Senna's death.

author's note: this one's written in first person.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ where childhood goes to die ✧˖°

Pairing: Mick Schumacher and Michael Schumacher (non-romantic)

Word Count: 180

Mick... poor little Mick...

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ rather than just saying 'i love you' ✧˖°

Pairing: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Word Count: 240

They're looking at the stars. Lando has enough yearning to fill a rather large universe.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ a multitude of ways in which having a crush can ruin a party everything ✧˖°

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

Word Count: 272

Max watches Charles at a party and forgets he's supposed to be pretending he doesn't want to kiss him.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ portrait of a lover, across the expanse of sea ✧˖°

Pairing: Fernando Alonso/Lance Stroll

Word Count: 256

Lance yearns for his lover, Fernando, who's lost at sea somewhere far away.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ aren't you a little young to be arguing with destiny? ✧˖°

Pairing: Kimi Antonelli vs the World (non-romantic)

Word Count: 155

The weight of the world is on Kimi Antonelli's shoulders.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ reflections of a dreamer, a lover, a winner ✧˖°

Pairing: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Word Count: 172

Having held victory in his trembling hands, Lando never wants to let it go.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ notes on how to deal with love and death ✧˖°

Pairing: Gilles Villeneuve/Didier Pironi

Word Count: 152

Didier Pironi on Gilles' death, the aftermath, and his own.

author's note: this one is also first person

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you're on your own, kid ✧˖°

Pairing: Logan Sargeant/Oscar Piastri

Word Count: 121

Logan attempts to come to terms with his departure from Williams, his love for Oscar, the cruel world that is Formula One.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ if love and hate are the same thing ✧˖°

Pairing: Carlos Sainz/Oscar Piastri

Word Count: 130

Oscar and Carlos don't understand how to love, but they do understand how to hate, and maybe that's close enough for them.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ maybe i'll love you in the next lifetime ✧˖°

Pairing: Pierre Gasly/Esteban Ocon

Word Count: 195

Alpine's podium in Brazil is their first as teammates, and their last.

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 144. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n:I almost feel rusty lol it feels like I haven't written smut in..a while.PLS LEMME KNOW IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: s3x ofc, kinda dom!bea? well not really, not quite, not yet, Bradley being a good ol' simp for his wife.

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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His hands are still cupping her ass as she sighs softly, ‘Thank my aunt,huh?”

“I think she gets us, all too well.” he smirks, kissing between her breasts again, peeking at the dark brown, almost black, fabric under the robe and following the way that lace hugged her full breasts almost like a frame to a beautiful piece of art. He hummed, nuzzling her neck, pressing a trail of kisses - soft and gentle - up to her ear where his hot breath touched the shell making Beatrice almost buckle down, “We have two options.”

“H-huh?”

“Either the table or the room, what do you think?”

“The t- Roos, we can’t have sex on the table!” she blushes hard, then avoids her husband’s eyes, “...i-it’s not our place and people use this to eat…besides, it doesn’t seem that comfortable, not like, u-um ours.” his smirk widens as he follows the curves of her body until he reaches her waist, brushing over the soft warm skin, happy to see she stopped wincing when nearing her stomach or ‘love handles’.

“So you are okay with it,” he says, “Just within our safe space.”

“W-Well…we did have sex at the beach Roos.” she mutters, looking down at his arms - as the biceps hidden under his long sleeved shirt, “And it was public space but, you know…it’s not, not everyone would use it for that…am I making sense?”

He chuckles breathily, slowly standing to his feet with his hands latched under the curve of her ass. Beatrice squeaks, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her to the staircase, “You are kinky but on your own terms. And I respect that.” he kissed her jawline one more time, humming happily at the new and addicting scent on her skin, “So bedroom it is?”

Beatrice lifts her head to meet his eyes, then rolls her lower lip into her mouth with a shy smile, nodding at him, “Please.” she looks back at the stairs when he nears it, “Just be quiet,Roos. We can’t wake any of them.”

“I can be pretty quiet.” he murmurs with a smugness that just makes Beatrice blush even more.

However, the next thing that left her mouth surprised even her, “...that’s only partially true. You can be pretty loud when time calls for it.” he doesn’t look amused as he opens the master bedroom’s door with one hand - how does he carry her so effortlessly and never loses his balance?? - “You know it’s true.”

“Maybe.” he smirks, cautiously shutting the door and walking deeper into the room, turning them around to he sits on the edge of the bed and she’s still on his lap, her thighs on top of his and his huge hands caressing the soft skin, “But I can’t recall it.”

“I guess I’ll have to remind you then.”

Oh he loved when she got like that. “I’m countin’ on it.” and he drags his hands down to her knees, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin and her breathing shiver,”Are you cold?’

‘No.” she says softly, ‘Your hands are warm.”

He smirks more, leaning back to give her a full look, dropping his gaze to the parted robe and gently tugging the strap that kept it closed between his fingers, “Can I see?”

Her green eyes went darker, her smile impish, “...only if you ask nicely…lieutenant.”

“...Do I have to ask nicely,recruit?”

Beatrice purses her lips a little, her cheeks dusting red as she runs her fingers over his shoulders “...it’d be really appreciated.” and he just smiles because while she is playing a role, bits of her actual personality seep through and he couldn’t help but hug her tighter against him, propping his chin on her cleavage as she looks into his eyes.

He sighs softly, “...are you okay?” she nods, not saying anything, “You planned this for a while,didn’t you?”

“Before I knew about the twins.” comes her quiet reply, “Shells helped me with the outfit.” she nods to her chest for emphasis, ‘And I wanted it to be special…because, I dunno, seems it’s been a while since we had time for ourselves- and-and I know we have…everyone else,” she whispers, “Here but…but I thought, it’d be nice…”

“Listen if you want us to have sex every time we come to Virginia,I’m not complainin’ at all.” he smirks, tapping the outer sides of her thighs until he reached her knees, rubbing the warm flesh and squeezing each limb enough to make the red marks of his fingers imprint on her pale flesh, “You know I love when you surprise me…now…can I see?” he lilts the word at the end of his sentence with his eyes locked on the curves of her breasts.

Beatrice laughs quietly but nods, “Okay, let me just-” it takes some time for him to let her go, almost as if his arms were covered in velcro, keeping Beatrice on his lap and only releasing her when she gave him a warm look, “How are you going to see it if you don’t let me go?”

Cue the Bradley pout that she adored so much.

She cups his face in her hands to kiss the said pursed lip twice, humming softly when he moves his head forward in hopes to keep the lip lock but his wife managed to break free. Rooster sighs heavily, his eyes so dark and deep that she was sure they’d swallow her whole as he kept looking, “This brings back some memories.”

“Hm?”

“From our first time together,” he leans back against the bed, keeping himself upright with his arms while he follows her small hands moving on the knot that kept the robe closed, slowly,slowly, pulling it apart, ‘....but it’s better now.”

“Is it?” she felt confused by that sentence, furrowing her brows a bit, “How so?”

He drags his eyes down to her hands, the movement making the bottom of the robe shift asn show more of her thighs to his hungry gaze, “You are a lot more confident now, not that,” he hitches a breath seeing even more skin, “Back then wasn’t nice, it was great but I could see how much you struggled…and now, holy fuck you are even sexier than before.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flush under his compliments, robe no longer closed by the strip of cloth but by her arms instead as she crosses them over her bust, “Am I?”

“‘Am I?’” the high notes of Rooster trying to mimic her voice was enough to break the sultry persona she was slowly building, cupping her mouth with a hand to hide her laugh, “I mean,I don’t know but, there’s something so nice seeing you being…you, but just a better you. You still have issues mentally,baby,I know…but I know how much,back then, you had no idea how to do this for me.”

And he was right, the Christmas surprise was the beginning of it all, since then she just got bolder and bolder…and it helped because Rooster was always so vocal about it…

Plus the fact her husband’s libido was always high helped as well, when it came to her.

“Well,I can say that your influence was very…” she looks to the side in hopes to find a word, cocking her hip to the left and making the ends of her robe rise higher on her thigh, showing more skin which in turn snaps Rooster’s gaze to her legs, ‘...appreciative.”

“Oh I love appreciatin’ you.” he coos, starting his gaze from her small painted toes to her knees then finally to the expanse of her thighs that weren’t hidden by the robe, “You know there’s nothing better than…me lookin’ at you.” his brain short circuits when the upper part of the robe drops just enough to pool by her elbows, finally exposing the dark brown bra and the beautiful lace on it, “...oh I love lace on you.” she laughs, her breasts bounce and Rooster feels like he’s choking on air, “Lemme have a better look.”

“A ‘better’ look?”

“Yes,I need you to come closer.” he coos and she obliges, with her smile widening, “Closer.” a few more steps, “Cloooser.” Beatrice squeaks in surprise when he latches his arms around her again, but this time he places her on the bed, the robe finally falling open and exposing her torso to his eyes.

Rooster’s whisky eyes move all over, from her flush that went down her neck to her chest, then to her breasts - there were tiny flowers on it too, just like her past bras were - and to the tiny shiny stone in the middle of the small bow that finished the top as if she was a gift ready to be unwrapped, “...oh baby, this is,” he laughs breathily, finally stopping his gaze at the thong.

It was small.

Smaller than the ones she usually wore.

And boy was he excited.

“...this is…?”

He huffs a quiet, disbelieved laugh, ‘This is going to be my absolute ruin. Are you happy?” she couldn’t help but laugh at him because he looked like a mix of pure lust and worry at the same time. Rooster however, couldn’t stay staring for long since they had a lot of things to do, ‘...okay,so, we need to be quiet.” he straightens himself on top of her, pulling his shirt off and smiling when he pulls the sleeves down his arms as her eyes were busy following every dip and curve of his body.

Beatrice was trying to pay attention on his words, she really was, but his happy trail was just pointing to his pants in such a lovely way she couldn’t not look,right? But when she sees his body move on top of her and his hands land on each side of her face, she turns her eyes up to meet his, her lips mirrorin his own smile, “Did you hear what I said?” he asks with a flick of his brow.

“About being quiet?” she inhales sharply when one of his hands trail down her neck towards the valley of her breasts, pushing each globe apart when he settles his huge palm between them, “Y-Yes.”

“Can you be quiet?”

“I-I can.”

“Are you sure?” he teases, tilting his head at her and dragging the hand from the middle to her covered left breast, running his finger on a slow, lazy circle where her nipple was. Beatrice whimpers feeling the pressure of his touch and the bra’s texture against her skin, being only able to nod in silence because her husband was infuriating sometimes. Rooster smirks,  biting his lower lip for a few seconds before he leans down, sliding his hands under her back and quickly finding the latch that kept her bra closed.

The movement was enough to make Beatrice’s body arch, which in turn brought the valley of her breasts close to his mouth and so he kissed her skin again, wet open mouthed kisses against her feverish flesh as she tried to comprehend what was happening. A little moan, maybe too loud for comfort broke out of her and Rooster smirked, “Shush.” He orders gently and Beatrice bites both of her lips to keep her voice down.

She is almost sweating and he barely touched her.

Rooster still has his mouth on her when he pulls the bra off her body, tossing it somewhere in the room before he drops his eyes to her breasts. He softens his gaze seeing they were a bit red in some areas from the breastfeeding but it wasn’t as bad as it was before, “...I’ll be gentle.” he whispers against her skin, meeting her gaze, “Okay?”

Her smile was thankful as she nodded, “...okay,Roos.”

Bradley kissed her chin before his attention was back at her breasts, kissing around the nipples instead so she wouldn’t be so hurt albeit her skin was very sensitive. He didn’t spend too long on her chest, as much as he wanted to, deciding to drag his lips and teeth down her rib cage and her stomach.

She had a few extra stretch marks in there, not as much as she thought she’d have but enough to…notice it. But Rooster didn’t care, in fact he kissed and nuzzled her tummy, especially because of the special beings growing inside, but also because he was glad she was in a much better headspace when dealing with her body.

Which was a bonus for him too.

Bradley kneels out of the bed, caressing the expanse of her thighs and smiling up at her once she lifts her head enough to meet his eyes. He brings his index finger to his lips, then goes ‘sshh’ with a wink before he takes hold of her thong - that thing was so tiny it almost disappeared in his grasp - and gently pulls it out of her body. A string of fluid breaks when it’s finally out,” Already?”

“A-Are you surprised?”

“Mmm,” he gently brushes his fingers over her folds and Bea sucks in a breath with her fists clenched by her sides. His index and middle finger gently pry her lips open and push inside, while keeping his body straight so he could see her reactions, “I’m not but,” he moves them a bit further and her hips twitch. Beatrice has to bite her lower lip hard when he moves his hand in a circle, spreads his fingers while still inside and almost cries when he goes even faster inside of her, “It’s always nice to know.”

“R-Roos!”

“Sssh,” he repeats, “Quiet, remember gorgeous? Can you be quiet for me?” she clenches her eyes, digging her fingers into the mattress but she nods, “Good girl, best girl.” he coos, kissing the inside of her thigh as he lowers his face towards her groin, keeping his fingers inside, “My girl.”

And he just turns his hand up instead of removing the digits before his tongue touches her clit. Beatrice whimpers, having to grab one of the pillows and put on her face because there was no way she’d be able to keep quiet when he was using his tongue and he knew it too…he was smirking, she could feel from the way his mustache was touching her that he was more than pleased by what was going on.

His chin is touching his knuckles and part of her outer lips with how close his face is right now, but he doesn’t stop, matching speeds with his tongue and fingers just because he can feel she’s trying her hardest to keep herself quiet. He peeks up at her, her chest moving up and down quickly and she has to pull the pillow down every now and again to breathe - which makes a quiet mewl escape her mouth when she does so and she immediately slaps a hand over her mouth.

Bradley chuckles and the hot breath of his laughter hits her right on the bundle of nerves, her eyelids shivering and tears slide down her eyes already, she wasn’t going to last long. In fact, when her husband pushes his face harder against her groin - and she feels his mustache tickling the flushed flesh her arm immediately drops to the bed, “Br-Brad!” she squeaks, then placing a fist on top of her forehead while her other hand cups her mouth again, her eyebrows furrowing because what was she going to do?

He gets faster, she can feel the pressure building and more tears sliding out of her eyes. The wind outside howls with intensity, the snow moving wildly and the cabin appears to turn even warmer when that happens…or it was her body that was just hot all over. Her orgasm comes with full force, her eyes rolling back as the hand that once was on her forehead latches onto the sandy strands to keep him there. 

His happy groan was more than enough to make her body shake like a leaf during fall. Beatrice’s heavy breathing as she tries to control her heart was the only thing he could hear…well that and the sound of him licking his fingers clean, “See?’ he asks once he pops his middle finger off his mouth, “Was that so bad?”

“You are…” a deep inhale, “Cruel.”

“Oh I’m absolutely merciless.” he counters back, biting her thigh playfully before looking out at the large glass doors on the other side of the room, whistling quietly, “Damn, that’s gonna be a mess tomorrow.” the brunette below him blinks, then tilts her head just enough to see the amount of snow piling up on the balcony, “Good thing the windows are strong and the floors are warm…hopefully it won’t be as bad during New Years.” he looks back down just in time to see her body, while still shivering, was angled in such a way he’d see the perfect hourglass shape and some of her ass.

He smirks, brushing his hand over the plump flesh before he swoops down to slap it, Beatrice swallows her yelp and then glares at him, ‘Roos!”

“What? It’s your ass!”

“You are so mean!” she sounds mad but she is really happy, just swatting his shoulder, “And you are still dressed…so…I think there’s something else going on,right?”

“Dressed?” he furrows his brows, stepping away from the bed to unbutton his jeans, tilting his head at her, pushing the pants to his ankles alongside his underwear, “Who’s dressed? Clearly not me?’

Beatrice’s eyes fall on his member, that bobbed happily at the attention “...you know…I don’t think I ever told you how pretty your dick is.” she mutters, pushing herself to the center of the bed so he could climb on it and get comfortable, member still up in attention, beautifully flushed, “You know?”

“I mean,I’ve been complimented a lot.” he coos, running the back of his hand against her sternum down to her chest, “And somehow hearing you find my dick pretty is a first. Not that I’m complaining,you know?”

Beatrice purses her lips, pushing his chest down and smirking at him once he’s comfortable, “You shouldn’t,because everything on you is pretty.” he flushes immediately, the apples of his cheeks turning that pretty shade of coral. She loved when he blushed even more when she is the one who made him feel such a way. “...well,” she looks down at his member and then back at him, “Now it’s your turn.”

“Hm?”

“To be quiet.”

He breathes in quietly, folding his arms behind his head as he gets comfortable, the side of his mouth quirking in a smirk, “Is that so?” He watches her warming up her hands - his heart melting because she doesn’t want him to be cold and she’ll obviously use her hands - “And how will we manage tha-” his eyes snap on Beatrice lubricating her hands…with her saliva. But of course she’s more classy than spitting it out at a distance like she’s at a competition, no she brings her hands close to her mouth and spit on her palms, “...that’s cute and also hot, holy shit.”

“Is it?” she asks sweetly, moving closer to him, “Well.” She wastes no time in taking him in her hand, because she didn’t want him to get cold – even though the room wasn’t cold at all- and because if there’s one thing her relationship with Rooster taught her was that patience was a virtue that could sometimes be ignored when your husband was that attractive. Her favorite thing about him was when his six pack clenched because of the tension, “I’m glad to be of service. Now,” she taps his lips, “Sssh.”

Rooster groans, her hand moved up and down his cock and it wasn’t how he was used to either. She used the tips of her fingers on the flushed head and then spiraled her hand down to the base, repeating the movement was enough to make him see stars behind his eyelids, “Holy- ff-” she smiles at him, hair tumbled to the side, she looked like pure sin incarnate and he couldn’t focus right. 

His muscled thighs tensed so much she could see the lines under the skin, she could count almost every single drop of seat that appeared on the surface…”You know,I saw this,” she whispers and somehow that voice was so sultry he just whined quietly, “On a video when I was trying to figure out how to surprise you.” she squeezes the base a bit, her husband breathes out in pain almost, “And I thought, ‘oh I never did that’ and I watched,” her hand goes up, “And watched,” then down, “And watched until I got the hang of it.”

“Holy shit.”

“You are being too loud,babe.”

“I’m going to fuckin’ cum in seconds,Bea.” he gasps, “I don’t fuckin’ care.”

Now part two of her plan…she had to or else she’d chicken out.

She climbs on his lap while still moving her hand, her free limb cupping his face as she meets his eyes, his lips flushed red and he looked ready to explode, “You can’t do that.” she says, keeping the same slow movement, “You can’t cum yet.” his eyes widen when she says so, and his lips move but without words coming out, “It’d be so bad if that happened now.”

“Bea-” another squeeze at the base and every word escaped from him, “...f-fffuck…”

“You can hold a little bit, can’t you?” she coos, angling her lips on the flushed head and moving her hips back and forth, this time a gasp escaped her as well as Rooster’s hands latched on her hips, “Just a little?”

“Fuck…oh God,fuck, just,” he tries to push her down but she’s still as a rock, so he just groans her name,almost begging her to do something.

Beatrice smiles, face red, this type of control wasn’t what she saw on the video but it was…a good start. She just wanted to see his reactions and he seemed to enjoy it greatly. She lets go of him completely to place her hands on his shoulders and slowly let him slide inside. He almost burst out a moan but she slapped her hand over his mouth, his muffled and agonized moan vibrating her palm, “R-Roos…” she whimpers, “N-Not too loud.”

He huffs against her hand, lips dragging against her palm as she slides her hand off so she could hold onto his shoulders, “F-Fuckin’ m-minx…” he stutters, his hair messy and sticking to his forehead and temples because of sweat, “So fuckin’ good to me…” he leans his head back when she moves her hips gently, he was already hilted and he just allowed her to take the reins this time, “...fuck…I love your pussy so much. A-And if it helps,” he smirks, “I think your pussy is so pretty too.” 

She giggles, “Thank you.” pressing their foreheads together. It was hard to keep their voices so quiet but it was…a strange type of thrill all over their bodies, the sounds from the outside helped, nothing was out of place, if it was the dogs would have notified them by now…the only thing they could hear was the creaking of the bed and their quiet breathing mingling together.

Beatrice looks down at him, one of her hands moving to his chest for extra support, “R-Roos…”

“Yeah…?”

“You can…go…a bit faster.”

He grunts, already moving his hips at a quicker pace, “I’ll be gentle.” he whispers, “I promise.”

“I know.” she says back, smiling at him, “You never break your promises.”

And his heart felt even bigger than before. He took hold of her hips to give her a bit of a break, not that they’d need one but she was already busy with something else in her body, why not give her that? He watches her breasts bounce, then follows the line of her throat when she tilts her head back, digging her nails on his shoulders.

Both of them were trying so hard to keep quiet and it was almost funny how every now and again a mewl or a groan came out and they had to remember their plans. No sound…but it was hard when the skin to skin contact got louder, so all Beatrice did was press her forehead against his and meet his eyes, rubbing her thumb over his lips and trying her best to keep her voice down, “R-Roos…I-I lo-love you…” she whispers choppily and he smiles so bright.

He’s as bright as the sun, melting whatever snow was around the house and kissing her thumb, ‘I love you too,gorgeous.” he digs his hands into her hips, “So f-fuckin’ much- I’m not gonna last long.” he cuts his proclamation of love suddenly with his brows furrowing and mouth hanging open, “Oh fuck,Bea…w-where, where??”

She was too close to her own orgasm to answer, but she knew what he was talking about. Beatrice gasped once her orgasm hit, curving against him and letting him thrust upwards repeatedly until he couldn’t stop himself anymore, pulling out of her just in time to explode against her thighs and stomach…and a little bit on her chest.

They stay closed together as they try to calm down from their high, Rooster keeping her close to him and Beatrice enjoying his warmth with her body shivering, “...t-that was…re-really good.” she whispers, “Really good…”

“Yeah…holy shit.” he thunks his scalp against the headboard and groans with the last of his aftershocks, “Ow.”

Her head snaps up instantly,”What?”

“Hit my head.” he snorts, one hand coming up to rub the sore spot gently, “I’m okay though…we better take a bath or a shower…because I’m starting to get cold.” 

“...you know what, you are right.” she slowly climbs off of him, allowing him to stand from the bed and offer her his hand. She squeaks when he picks her up bridal style and rushes to the bathroom, “Roos!”

“No sound rule is broken the second we get into the shower.” he smirks, “Deal?”

Beatrice takes a while to reply,but her cheeks turn red and she says ‘...deal.”

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

Things Hriob is No Longer Allowed to Do, Revised Edition - Part Quarte

#121 I am a Master of Conceptual and Elemental Magics, especially the Natural elements such as Wind, Lightning, Earth, Wood, and Water. However, no matter how ‘natural’ their existence may be, I cannot cast ‘Bear’ and it is not an element, and no amount of arguing, evidence, or demonstrations will change this.

#122 When courting certain individuals I will remember the following; “Using Protection” means the proper use of contraceptives or barriers during coitus, NOT using wards or other magical means of surviving close proximity to individuals whose mere existence provides a serious hazard to my health.

#123 Just because it is one of the few things that CAN still affect me given my supernatural constitution, and just because she is my friend, does not mean I am allowed to occasionally use Shylow-Venom as anti-anxiety medication a recreational drug for ANY reason on my own person or anyone else’s.

#124 When engaging in Small Talk with Lord Alexander, I am to respect the presence and personal safety of his Steward, Sir Cromwell, by politely avoiding use of the following terms and turns-of-phrase: ‘Splitting Hares’, ‘Hot Crossed Buns’, ‘Hare-Rasing’, ‘Hare Removal’, ‘Careful Hop-Timism’, ‘Bad Hare Day’, ‘Hoppily Ever After’, ‘I’m all Ears’, ‘Hare Conditioning’, and any other hilarious bad puns revolving around Lagomorphs in general. Upon further review, Bonnie Kalsang is to be given the extended benefits of this ruling.

#125 I shall remember that ‘Tuning’ is for Musical Instruments, ‘Attenuation’ is for Spiritual and Mystical aspects and machinations, and ‘Vibe Checks’ are for violently percussive maintenance on other people. Just because they SOUND like they’re the same thing doesn’t mean they ARE the same thing.

#126 If I am ever to host a ‘Movie Night’ with my friends/associates/subordinates/rivals/sworn enemies, I will avoid playing the following films for various reasons: Kill Bill, Repo: The Genetic Opera, Shrek 3, Saving Private Ryan, and any historical fiction "i may have been present for when it happened".

#127 I am forever forbidden from doing anything if I am preceding the action(s) in question with any variation of the phrase ‘Hey ___, Watch This!’

#128 I am forever forbidden from officiating Weddings Funerals Birthday Celebrations Coming-Of-Age-Ceremonies Duels Archery Contests Eating Contests Battle Royales Anything.

#129 I am a self-reincarnating Avatar of Life. I, at best, have an understanding with, and at worst, trying relationships with Entities that deeply connect to or convey Death as a Concept. This means that I need to maintain my moral superiority as best I can, which in turn means I should avoid conflict with them… and therefore not try to prank or annoy them.

#130 I am not the Patron Saint of Oktoberfest, no matter how much I wish to be.

#131 I am not allowed to visit Australia, nor am I to confuse it for Austria, be it to mess with other people or try and get around this ruling.

#132 I am forever barred from entering an IKEA store, and am forbidden from chanting backwards in Swedish in any language to assemble disassemble reconfigure rearrange manipulate IKEA-brand any furniture in any way.

#133 I am forever barred from teaching any variety of ‘Shop Class’.

#134 I am forever barred from leading field trips guided tours any sort of group of people for any reason through the following locations: Zoos, Museums, Government Buildings, Anarchist Buildings, Aquariums, Shopping Malls, Alternate Timelines, Alien Planets, Pocket Dimensions, Dimensional Nexus Points, Nuclear Reactors, Industrial Plants, and anything owned by a ‘rival’, ‘nemesis’, ‘adversary’, or any other hostile group or individual.

#135 I am not allowed to appropriate terminology research papers documents artifacts entities employees architecture ANYTHING from the SCP Foundation without due credit at all.

#136 Just because I am now able to transform into certain animals at will, does not mean I get to abuse the ability. This extends to bans against the following: eating my own paperwork and blaming ‘the dog’ on it, attempting to use ‘puppy-dog-eyes’ as a form of negotiation, massively decreasing the local wildlife population single-handedly, and leaving dog hair/fur in unpleasant locations as a petty form of revenge.

#137 I am forevermore banned from playing around with wax, especially heated. This is for my own safety and well-being more than any other reason.

#138 I am not allowed to start my own cult, religion, club, non-profit-organization, or any other form of organized group for any reason, least of all because I need an excuse to change any sort of government-issued id photo.

#139 I am an accomplished Arbormancer, capable of taking living trees of all kinds and fashioning them harmlessly into furnishings or tools, especially magical staves. I am Not, however, allowed to threaten sentient tree-based creatures such as demons, ents, and the like with transformation into such items, nor demonstrate my ability to do so.

#140 Just because some previously-incorporeal people enjoyed my gift of customized living human bodies for them to possess and inhabit, does not mean that Everyone will appreciate such a gift to the same degree. I am not to begin creating such vessels for those I know unless they specifically ask me to, no matter how convenient or helpful I think I am being.

#141 I am forevermore barred from following the ‘advice’ of the maxim ‘Tis better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission’, given that I have by now empirically proven it wrong.

#142 Just because I am a powerful and talented Oathkeeper for pacts and magical deals of all kinds, does not mean I can try and negotiate with children, especially those I am supposed to be babysitting.

#143 No matter how powerful and talented I am with Wood-based, Wind-based, and Ink-based magic, I am not allowed to make magically empowered paper planes and throw them into windstorms of any kind or origin. Not even if the kids ask nicely.

#144 I understand that, given my pact with the Worldspirit Gaia, I am often pulled to act as an emergency agent of their will to stop catastrophic incidents. I understand that, more often than not, those times when a single person is behind the danger, it is someone of necromantic alignment, skills, powers, or so on. Despite this, I am not to complain to them as I try to stop and/or slay them that they remind me of my ex-fiance, no matter how close, depressing, or infuriating the resemblance may be.

#145 I am forever banned from turning any portion of the Halls of the Mountain King into a Ball Pit of any size or depth.

#146 In regards to entry #53, given that I now do offer deals and pacts fairly regularly all things considered, I will remember to try and at least fall mostly in line with the Better Business Bureau’s ethical standards with said dealings.

#147 Given that prior rulings (#42 in particular) have failed, and I am happily sadly considered, among other things, The Wonderful Wizard of Gauze, I shall instead remind myself that flinging bandage wraps at people is not an effective attack. And that, strong as they may be, they cannot support my weight even in bulk - therefore I am forbidden from trying to swing off or around tall buildings with them as my ‘webs’. I am not ‘Spider-man’, and never will be - no matter what I attempt in order to change that.

#148 As an addition to the above ruling, I am to remember that, even if being able to wrap-and-pull items in the heat of battle is a neat and useful utility to have over my adversaries, using the same skill with my ‘bandage shooting’ to grab things around the Halls in a casual setting is frowned upon, even especially if people offer to be ‘test subjects’, ‘training dummies’, or any other kind of volunteer to be ‘shot’ thusly.

#149 Given item #72, I am to extend the same ‘general line of thought’ towards attempting to ‘forcibly evolve things with magic’, or any other medium to attempt the same end result. Spoiler alert: they always turn into crabs. Every. Single. Time. No more crabs.

#150 Just in case, I am forever banned from setting foot within 5 miles of Las Vegas, Nevada. No, not even if the magical forces behind it try to invite me.

[hydor-coining]

Archive Masterpost III

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[rosesinspirationandreference]

1. Table 2. Tabloids 3. Taboo   4. Tackled 5. Tainted 6. Taken 7. Takeover   8. Talent 9. Talking 10. Taming

11. Tangible 12. Tangled 13. Tantalizing 14. Tantrum 15. Tapestries 16. Target 17. Tarnished 18. Taste 19. Tattoo 20. Taunted 21. Taxi 22. Teach 23. Teammate 24. Tear 25. Teardrop 26. Teasing 27. Technical 28. Teenage 29. Telephone 30. Telling 31. Temper 32. Temperature 33. Tempest 34. Temple 35. Temporary 36. Temptation   37. Tempting 38. Tender 39. Tennis 40. Tension 41. Terminal 42. Termination 43. Terms 44. Terrible 45. Terrifying 46. Terror 47. Test 48. Testify   49. Texting 50. Thanks 51. Theatre 52. Theme 53. Theory 54. Therapeutic 55. Thief 56. Thinking 57. Third 58. Thorn 59. Thousands 60. Thread 61. Threat 62. Thrill 63. Through 64. Throw 65. Thunder 66. Tiara 67. Ticket 68. Tickle 69. Tidal 70. Tied 71. Tiger 72. Tightrope 73. Time 74. Timeless 75. Tiny 76. Tired   77. Toaster 78. Today 79. Together 80. Tolerance 81. Tomb 82. Tomorrow   83. Tonight 84. Toothbrush 85. Torment   86. Torn 87. Tornado 88. Torrential 89. Torture 90. Total 91. Totem 92. Touch   93. Tough 94. Tournament 95. Tourniquet 96. Towels 97. Tower 98. Toxic 99. Toying 100. Traces 101. Tracks 102. Tradition 103. Tragedy 104. Trail 105. Train 106. Training 107. Traitor 108. Trampled 109. Trance 110. Tranquility 111. Transcending 112. Transfer 113. Transformation 114. Transit   115. Trap 116. Trash 117. Trauma   118. Travel 119. Treasure 120. Treated 121. Tree 122. Trekking 123. Tremble 124. Tremors 125. Trespasser 126. Trial 127. Triangle 128. Tribal 129. Tribulation 130. Tribute 131. Trick 132. Trifecta   133. Trigger 134. Trinity 135. Triple 136. Triumph 137. Trophy 138. Tropical 139. Trouble   140. Troublesome 141. Truce   142. Trust   143. Truthful 144. Trying 145. Tryst 146. Tsunami   147. Tumble 148. Turbulent 149. Turmoil   150. Turn 151. Turnabout 152. Turquoise 153. Tutor 154. Tuxedo 155. Twilight   156. Twin 157. Twist 158. Twisted   159. Typhoon 160. Typical

[e-carlease]

In terms of the car shown, the Mercedes EQE Estate 350 4M 215kW AMG Line Night Ed Prem 91kWh 5dr Auto, this is based on the following configuration:

Metallic - Obsidian black

Leather - Black/Space grey

21"" AMG multi spoke Bi-colour alloy wheels

EQE 350 -  the 90.6 kWh lithium-ion battery will offer 0 – 62 times of 6.6 seconds, 130 mph top speeds and 215 kW (or 288hp). This model is a AWD option. Expect a combined winter range of 230 miles with warmer weather allowing for 305 miles - 270 miles combined. On charging, the 22 kW AC max will allow 5 hour 0 – 100% charging times with the 173 kW DC maximum allowing 28 minute 10 – 80% times. This has a cargo volume of 520L and vehicle fuel equivalent of 121 mpg. This model can tow 1800 kg braked and 750 kg unbraked. A heat pump is standard. No bidirectional charging has been confirmed;   

[windcarvedlyre]

A friend ( @legimus-ergo-sumus ) and I went through the party's past election performance in terms of total seats.

The conservatives have 121 of the 650 total seats with only 2 constituencies left undeclared. If we only look at their performance as the conservative party this is the worst they've ever performed.

If we include their predecessors, known formally as the Tories, this is the worst they've performed since 1761:

But it gets even worse if you scale results to the number of total seats. If proportions remained the same, the 1761 result would have been 130 of 650 seats and the 1754 result would have been 123 of 650 seats.

By that metric this is again the worst they've performed ever- and the party first materialised in the late 1600s.

(Edit: The locations I mentioned in the OP are Bury St. Edmunds and Dorking, btw.)

Two different constituencies that have apparently voted conservative since the 1880s have flipped. Jesus christ.

[mariacallous]

While Turkey’s presidential elections will go to a second round on May 28, voters already decided the composition of the new Grand National Assembly of Turkey, TBMM, or parliament, which now has 16 parties and more female lawmakers than ever before.

The 600-seat parliament will have 16 political parties thanks to the political alliance system that was introduced by the executive presidential system in 2018.

The People’s Alliance of President Recep Tayyip Erdogan has a comfortable majority in parliament with 323 lawmakers, according to first official results.

His ruling Justice and Development Party, AKP, has the highest number of deputies, with 263. HUDAPAR, a party with alleged ties to the Turkish branch of Hezbollah, and the Democratic Left Party also entered parliament under the AKP lists, with four and one lawmakers respectively.

AKP’s far-right ally, the Nationalist Movement Party, MHP, has 50 lawmakers. Other AKP allies in the New Welfare Party have five seats.

The Nation Alliance of Erdogan’s rival, Kemal Kilicdaroglu, faced disappointment in the parliamentary election as well as in the presidential race, where he finished round one with 44.5 per cent of the vote, behind Erdogan, who won 49.5 per cent.

Kilicdaroglu’s social democratic Republican People’s Party has 130 lawmakers and its right-wing ally, the Good Party, has 44.

The liberal DEVA party, the political Islamist Future Party, the conservative Felicity Party and the centrist Democratic Party, which entered the elections under the banner of the CHP, now have 14, 10, 10 and three seats respectively.

The socialist Labour and Freedom Alliance, led by the pro-Kurdish Peoples’ Democratic Party, HDP, which entered the elections under the Green Left Party, has 65 lawmakers.

The Green Left Party has 58 lawmakers and its smaller left-wing allies, the Labour Party, EMEP, and Social Freedom Party hold two and one seats respectively.

The Workers Party of Turkey, TIP, elected four lawmakers.

The number of female lawmakers has increased significantly but remains low. Only 121 lawmakers out of 600 are female, up from 100 in the previous parliament. Fifty came from the AKP and four from its national ally, the MHP.

Proportionately, the Green Left Party has the highest female representation of any party, with 30 female lawmakers out of 58.

The CHP, Good Party and TIP have 30, six and one female MPs in the new parliament.

In terms of age, parliament remains fairly old and patriarchal overall. Only five MPs are under 30 and the oldest member of parliament, Devlet Bahceli, is 75. The leader of the MHP will be the acting speaker of until a new speaker is elected.

The new parliament is expected to start working next week. The election of a new speaker is expected to happen after the second round of presidential elections on May 28.

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Queerplatonic Survey Results

I would like to preface this by saying that I don't have much experience with data presentation so this might not be the most well formatted but I hope that you can get something from this. I shall be presenting the demographics in this post and there shall be a follow up post addressing the section about the words we call queerplatonic partners because these ended up being cute and I would like to dedicate a post just for them.

Thank you to everyone who participated and who passed this survey on. I really appreciate it!

Results are under the cut:

To view the images more clearly, click on them

Age:

This distribution isn't much of a surprise since "queerplatonic" was only coined ten years ago and has only likely gained traction amongst the younger people in the queer community (as with most new words).

For the more maths/statistics inclined individuals:

Aprox mean age: 18.7 years

Aprox standard deviation: 6.5 years

Physical and Mental Disability/Illness and Neurodivergence:

The large proportion of neurodivergent/mentally ill people is quite interesting and makes me think that the intersection between the aspec and neurodivergent community is much larger than I thought.

Gender, Sexuality and Romantic Orientations:

Since the answers for these were much more varied, I shall sum up the statistics rather than try to represent the data visually and I shall also be leaving out some of the smaller contributors. A reminder that I allowed for people to select multiple options so that's why the percentages don't add up.

Gender:

42.7% (424 people) are nonbinary

30.3% (303 people) are transgender

23.2% (230 people) are female

21.2% (210 people) are agender

19.9% (197 people) are genderqueer

16.1% (160 people) are genderfluid

15.2% (151 people) are cisgender

12.5% (124 people) are questioning

11.4% (113 people) are male

So I think it's fairly safe to say that most of us here are cisn't. I was initially worried about a bias in my sample given that a large proportion of my followers (before posting the survey) were under the nonbinary umbrella. I decided to post the survey to Reddit as well to widen my sample size and now we are left with these results. There could still be a biased but there is also the possibility that a large portion of the aspec/queerplatonic community have questioned their gender and I think that is very likely.

Sexuality:

60.1% (596 people) are asexual

37.8% (375 people) are queer

25.6% (254 people) are acespec

15.5% (154 people) are bisexual

11.1% (110 people) questioning

10.1% (100 people) are gay

8.1% (80 people) are demisexual

7.3% (72 people) are greysexual/graysexual

7.2% (71 people) are allosexual

Romantic Orientation:

58.1% (576 people) are aromantic

46.3% (459 people) are queer

36.9% (366 people) are arospec

13.1% (130 people) are questioning

12.4% (123 people) are biromantic

12.2% (121 people) are demiromantic

12.2% (121 people) are gay

11.9% (118 people) are greyromantic/grayromantic

9.7% (96 people) are panromantic

4.2% (42 people) are alloromantic

These results aren't too surprising considering qprs were originially coined by someone in the a-spec community. I would like to point out that with all of these labels, some people might fall under their definitions but not identify with them. This is the reason for the discrepancy between the number of people who are in the ace and aro-spec communities and those who said they identified with the terms.

On Polyamory:

31.8% (315 people) are unsure

23.2% (230 people) are polyamorous

23% (228 people) have no label

19.1% (189 people) are questioning

15% (149 people) are monamorous/monogamous

The fact that a large portion of people that participated are open to polycules makes a lot of sense seeing that qprs already go against amatonormative relationship structures. This makes me very happy since I would love to be in a queerplatonic polycule.

Queerplatonic Relationships:

I think a possibly explanation for the large majority of us having not been in a qpr before is it's probably quite hard for most people to find other people who would like to be in a qpr.

There may have been a large bias in the sample since I'm certain a majority of the people who participated came from Tumblr. However, the term was originally coined in a Tumblr post so that has likely contributed too.

Queerplatonic Orientation:

43.5% (432 people) don't label it

20.9% (207 people) are questioning

16% (159 people) are pan-queerplatonic

12.7% (126 people) are bi-queerplatonic

11% (109 people) are homo-queerplatonic

8.8% (87 people) are demi-queerplatonic

I've noticed that m-spec orientations, no matter what sort of attraction it is in question, are more common than non-mspec ones (excluding a-spec identities). I can't think of any reason why this might be. I just think it's cool.

Terminology Preference:

94.9% (941 people) use queerplatonic

23% (228 people) use qplatonic

10.2% (101 people) use quasiplatonic

2.5% (25 people) use quirkyplatonic

I asked this question because I wondered whether there was a large divide in terminology because of the discourse surrounding the word "queer" but I'm glad it hasn't driven a huge wedge in the community. There is a possibility that there is a bias since anyone who is strongly against the use of "queerplatonic" might be driven away by my url or the title of the survey/post about the survey.

Final Words:

Thank you again to everyone who participated and shared the survey on! It's nice to have a better idea of at least some part of the queerplatonic community. Look out for my post detailing the words everyone uses/would use for their partners, it will be posted in the not too distant future.

Have an great day/evening/night! :D

[novels-and-naughty-things]

JULY - DECEMBER

75 - Leather & Lark - Brynne Weaver️⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 76 - Winter Lost - Patricia Briggs⭐⭐🌶️ 77 - The Midnight Library - Matt Haig⭐⭐⭐⭐ 78 - Happy Medium - Sarah Adler⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 79 - Funny Feelings - Tarah Dewitt⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 80 - Paris Is Always a Good Idea - Jenn McKinlay⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 81 - A Court of Thorns and Roses - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 82 - A Court of Mist and Fury - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 83 - A Court of Wings and Ruin - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 84 - Not in Love - Ali Hazelwood⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 85 - A Court of Frost and Starlight - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 86 - A Court of Silver Flames - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 87 - Funny Story - Emily Henry⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️

88 - Just For The Summer - Abby Jimenez⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 89 - What's In A Kiss? - Lauren Kate⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 90 - One Dark Window - Rachel Gillig⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 91 - The Undermining of Twyla and Frank - Megan Bannen⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 92 - The Au Pair Affair - Tessa Bailey⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 93 - Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries - Heather Fawcett⭐⭐⭐ 94 - Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands - Heather Fawcett⭐⭐⭐ 95 - Twisted Love - Ana Huang⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 96 - Reckless - Lauren Roberts ⭐⭐⭐ 97 - Not You Again - Ingrid Pierce⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 98 - Breakaway - Grace Reilly ⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 99 - First Down - Grace Reilly⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 100 - Powerful - Lauren Roberts⭐⭐⭐

101 - The Ornithologist's Field Guide to Love - India Holton⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 102 - Love and Other Conspiracies - Mallory Marlowe⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 103 - When Grumpy Met Sunshine - Charlotte Stein⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 104 - The Fine Print - Lauren Asher⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 105 - Truly Madly Magically - Hazel Beck⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 106 - House of Earth and Blood - Sarah J. Maas⭐🌶️🌶️ 107 - The Next Best Fling - Gabriella Gamez⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 108 - Two Twisted Crowns - Rachel Gillig⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 109 - Wicked Serve - Grace Reilly⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 110 - Twisted Hate - Ana Huang⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 111 - Throne of Glass - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐ 112 - Crown of Midnight - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐🌶️

113 - The Fiancé Dilemma - Elena Armas⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 114 - The Reappearance of Rachel Price - Holly Jackson⭐⭐⭐ 115 - Broken Hearts - R. L. Stine⭐⭐ 116 - The Dead Lifeguard - R. L. Stine⭐⭐ 117 - Swift and Saddled - Lyla Sage⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 118 - Terms and Conditions - Lauren Asher⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 119 - Five Survive - Holly Jackson⭐⭐⭐ 120 - Twisted Games - Ana Huang⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 121 - The Wedding Witch - Erin Sterling⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 122 - Stealing Home - Grace Reilly⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 123 - Heir of Fire - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐ 124 - The Cinnamon Bun Bookstore - Laurie Gilmore⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 125 - The Assassin's Blade - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐

126 - Wretched - Emily McIntire⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 127 - My Lady Jane - Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, Jodi Meadows⭐⭐⭐ 128 - Hooked - Emily McIntire⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 129 - Done and Dusted - Lyla Sage⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 130 - Scarred - Emily McIntire⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 131 - Apprentice to the Villain - Hannah Nicole Maehrer⭐⭐⭐ 132 - Twisted - Emily McIntire⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 133 - A Scandal in Mayfair- Katharine Schellman⭐⭐⭐ 134 - Crossed - Emily McIntire⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 135 - Queen of Shadows - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 136 - Twisted Lies - Ana Huang⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 137 - Empire of Storms - Sarah J. Maas⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️

138 - Lovelight Farms - B. K. Borison⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️

2024 READING LIST

JANUARY - JUNE

1 - Such Sharp Teeth - Rachel Harrison⭐⭐ 2 - The Kiss Quotient - Helen Hoang⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 3 - The Bride Test - Helen Hoang⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 4 - My Roommate Is A Vampire - Jenna Levine⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 5 - Good Girl Complex - Elle Kennedy⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 6 - Bad Girl Reputation - Elle Kennedy⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 7 - The Summer Girl - Elle Kennedy⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 8 - Wreck the Halls - Tessa Bailey⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 9 - Set On You - Amy Lea⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 10 - Exes & O's - Amy Lea⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️

11 - Four Weddings And A Puppy - Lizzie Shane⭐⭐ 12 - The Boyfriend Candidate - Ashley Winstead⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 13 - The Pumpkin Spice Cafe - Laurie Gilmore⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 14 - Business or Pleasure - Rachel Lynn Solomon⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 15 - Faking Christmas - Kerry Winfrey⭐ 16 - Last Call At the Local - Sarah Grunder Ruiz⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 17 - Change of Plans - Dylan Newton⭐🌶️🌶️ 18 - Romantic Comedy - Curtis Sittenfeld⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 19 - The Bodyguard - Katherine Center⭐⭐⭐⭐ 20 - The Neighbor Favor - Kristina Forest⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 21 - To Woo and to Wed - Martha Waters⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 22 - Not Bad For A Girl - Anastasia Ryan⭐ 23 - The Heart Principle - Helen Hoang⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 24 - Ship Wrecked - Olivia Dade⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

25 - Starling House - Alix E. Harrow⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 26 - Divine Rivals - Rebecca Ross⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 27 - A Good Girl's Guide to Murder - Holly Jackson⭐⭐⭐ 28 - Powerless - Lauren Roberts⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 29 - Good Girl, Bad Blood - Holly Jackson⭐⭐⭐ 30 - As Good As Dead - Holly Jackson⭐⭐⭐⭐ 31 - A Grave Robbery - Deanna Raybourn⭐⭐⭐ 32 - Assistant to the Villain - Hannah Nicole Maehrer⭐⭐⭐⭐ 33 - My Best Friend's Exorcism - Grady Hendrix⭐⭐⭐ 34 - Icebreaker - Hannah Grace⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 35 - Fangirl Down - Tessa Bailey ⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 36 - The Luminaries - Susan Dennard ⭐⭐ 37 - The Hunting Moon - Susan Dennard⭐⭐

38 - The Catch - Amy Lea⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 39 - The Love Remedy - Elizabeth Everett⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 40 - Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 41 - Happily Never After - Lynn Painter⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 42 - Iron Flame - Rebecca Yarros⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 43 - Serpent & Dove - Shelby Mahurin⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 44 - Blood & Honey - Shelby Mahurin⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 45 - Gods & Monsters - Shelby Mahurin⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 46 - Butcher & Blackbird - Brynne Weaver⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 47 - Wildfire - Hannah Grace⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 48 - Bride - Ali Hazelwood⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 49 - Kill Joy - Holly Jackson⭐⭐⭐

50 - Do Your Worst - Rosie Danan⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 51 - A River Enchanted - Rebecca Ross⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 52 - Hello Stranger - Katherine Center ⭐⭐⭐ 53 - Betting On You - Lynn Painter⭐⭐⭐ 54 - These Hollow Vows - Lexi Ryan ⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 55 - These Twisted Bonds - Lexi Ryan⭐🌶️🌶️ 56 - Ruthless Vows - Rebecca Ross⭐⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 57 - The Ex Talk - Rachel Lynn Solomon ⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 58 - Weather Girl - Rachel Lynn Solomon⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 59 - All the Feels - Olivia Dade⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 60 - Once Upon a Broken Heart - Stephanie Garber⭐⭐ 61 - The Ballad of Never After - Stephanie Garber⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 62 - A Curse For True Love - Stephanie Garber⭐⭐

63 - On The Plus Side - Jenny L. Howe⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️ 64 - One Last Shot - Betty Cayouette⭐⭐⭐🌶️ 65 - The Body in the Garden - Katharine Schellman⭐⭐⭐ 66 - Silence in the Library - Katharine Schellman⭐⭐⭐ 67 - Death at the Manor - Katharine Schellman⭐⭐⭐ 68 - Murder at Midnight - Katharine Schellman⭐⭐⭐ 69 - Hotel Magnifique - Emily J. Taylor⭐⭐ 70 - The Rule Book - Sarah Adams⭐⭐⭐🌶️🌶️🌶️ 71 - Better Than the Movies - Lynn Painter ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 72 - Caraval - Stephanie Garber⭐⭐ 73 - Legendary - Stephanie Garber⭐⭐ 74 - Finale - Stephanie Garber⭐⭐

[leportraitducadavre]

Naruto re-read XI

Chapters covered: 73- 81 Ninth Volume of the manga

Site used: https://manga4life.com/manga/Naruto (official translation of the manga)

Disclaimer: This is intended as a list and simple observations of the topics that particularly interested me in the aforementioned chapters, in that sense, do not expect a linear -or totally deep- analysis.

Tumblr’s update doesn’t allow me to attach more than 10 pictures, therefore, all of them will be LINKED. Apologies.

119) Okay? But Ino actually did make Sakura withdraw???? And Hayate casually ignored it??? (talked a little more here)

120) Naruto influences everyone around him because, apparently, Sakura can do nothing if there isn’t a man guiding her -except maybe climb a three, so.

121) This panel gives me life.

122) Temari, as I’ve said before, was cruel towards Tenten -who was at that point fainted. This isn’t even fueled because they’re planning to invade Konoha -she has displayed this exact personality before. I’m not particularly saying that Temari is bad, just that she isn’t the nice girl some of her fans claim, to think that she’d be friends with every Konoha leaf kunoichi just because she married Shikamaru is both false, and mistreatment to Temari’s canon characterization.

123) Lee literally attacked Temari, and she was the one who stopped him. Hayate did nothing, despite being the proctor, and Gai did nothing either -simply jumping down after Temari stopped Lee’s kick. (Hayate is a good proctor solely for a shy Hyuga heir it seems.)

124) I’ve made a post about it, but I’ll add something here for good measure as well: The only reason Sakura was able to tie with Ino was because of Naruto -there’s literally no other reason. She even admits it.

125) Although, logically, they’re the only ones who have seen his growth, literally no one but his team thinks Naruto is good enough to beat Kiba -even Lee (who fought him before) thinks he isn’t that lame.

126) Naruto’s fight style is rather… let’s call it, not exactly suicid*l, but close. He allows Kiba to punch him to see what type of strength he has -of course, he has Kurama that will heal him, so his fighting style complements that technique; but instead of using a strategy to see his opponent’s strength and weaknesses as Sasuke would do, he literally uses his body as a tool to measure other people’s strengths.

127) Hyorogan it’s a pill that allows whoever takes it to double their quantity of chakra. Their bust a soldier’s energy allowing them to fight for three days straight without needing to rest -as Chöji explains.

128) Naruto can think of a good strategy to fight two opponents that are able to overwhelm him -even tho, in the end, this particular plan fails, he can overcome it by using Kiba’s attack to his advantage. Everyone is surprised by it, even Ino, who also tricked her opponent to make them believe something while they were skimming something else.

129) Neji calls Hinata “Lady-Hinata”, always, while Hinata calls him “Neji big brother”, despite being on bad terms -to say the least. Listen, I won’t be doing an analysis of those panels because it just enrages me.

*proceeds to do an analysis anyway*

130) Neji is called the “Greatest genius in Hyuga clan history”. Not only he can see the Keirakukei (Chakra’s flow system) but also the Tenketsu (chakra points that when hit it halts the chakra flow of that specific point), meaning: Every single one of Hinata’s hits had no chakra on them because Neji blocked her Tenktesus before she was able to land a single hit, so every time she touched him, it meant nothing because she lost the capacity to perform Junken (Gentle Fist) that requires chakra.

131) There’s something that needs to be said, Naruto’s constant projection of his own struggles on others, and his need to constantly interfere in affairs as to be noted (also his hate towards those recognized as “genius” when it comes to Neji) drives him to both interrupt Sakura and Hinata’s fight. In the former case, he helps his comrade; in the second case, his actions almost kill Hinata; I’ll explain this quickly: Hinata hasn’t withdrawn even tho Neji tells her to -therefore, the fight continues. When Naruto interrupts Hayate, who’s about to finish the match (and since Hayate said nothing still), the fight continues. Neji attacked Hinata because Hayate didn’t stop the match yet -nor repeated himself, it was when he saw that Neji would kill her (something that, might I add, was permitted) that he decided to intervene. Furthermore, Naruto puts on his shoulders the weight of “avenging” Hinata (not because of how precious Hinata is to him but rather, what she signifies, since Neji and Hinata’s dynamic is -superficially- similar to Naruto’s dynamic with Sasuke before his teammate recognized his strength). Kishimoto made Neji comment on Hinata’s privilege status when every jönin jumped to save her (when it's something they did not for anyone else, nor before or after) because he wanted to make it clear.

132) So, Kurenai, aren’t people allowed to kill their opponent in these fights? Why are you so upset about Neji hurting Hinata then? Shino blew up a kid’s arms and you just smiled. I love double standards.

133) Thank god that’s over because I literally wanted to punch Naruto so badly.

134) Sorry but I just love the fact that Team 10 literally gives a fuck of what happened between Neji and Hinata, they’re joking around and Asuma was like, calmly smoking while Troy burned downstairs (wonder if the fact that he’s Hiruzen’s kid has something to do with his decision not to move, Kakashi -who also had nothing to do, jumped right in).

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[liskantope]

My (very long) Radiohead playlist, from worst to best

I have all of Radiohead's main albums in my music library plus a number of extra tracks from some smaller albums / movie soundtracks / other things. Totaling 141* at the moment, I think my collection is fairly exhaustive in terms of tracks that can be directly downloaded and purchased** as sound recordings (there are some more tracks I'm aware of on YouTube that I could turn into mp4's or something). And yes, I ordered them all and made them into a giant playlist that I feel the need to share below.

*with some repeated songs when I happen to own two substantially different versions of the same song (so not for instance two tracks which are identical except of a few extra seconds of music added in one of them); in all cases of different versions of the same song they're spaced a bit apart with other songs in-between them

**I actually didn't purchase most of my Radiohead albums and tracks; they were shared with me by a roommate some years ago who himself almost certainly downloaded them illegally

I ordered these purely according to a ranking of how much enjoyment I get from and/or overall appreciation I have for each song; I tried not to let other factors such as how one track sounds like when leading into the next one influence me, at least not consciously (on occasion such considerations probably gave me some bias, and I felt particularly biased in favor of multiple versions of the same song having a little space between them).

Because I don't have all night for adding links, I only linked my top 30 to YouTube videos of them for quick access to the uninitiated. I reiterate my claim of the (linked below) music video to "There There" being the best music video I've ever seen (it's probably increased my appreciation for the song as a whole and so might be partially responsible for its very high ranking).

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144) Fast-Track 143) I am Citizen Insane 142) I Promise 141) Thinking About You 140) Feral 139) Stop Whispering 138) Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors 137) I Can't 136) Lurgee 135) Kinetic 134) Worrywort 133) Prove Yourself 132) Where Bluebirds Fly 131) How Do You? 130) Vegetable 129) Fitter Happier 128) Blow Out 127) Separator 126) You 125) Killer Cars 124) Treefingers 123) The Amazing Sounds of Orgy 122) Talk Show Host 121) Ripcord 120) Lewis (Mistreated) 119) India Rubber 118) Packt Like Sardines in a Crushed Tin Box 117) Permanent Daylight 116) Backdrifts. (Honeymoon is Over.) 115) Planet Telex 114) Bloom 113) Sit down. Stand up. (Snakes & Ladders.) 112) Bodysnatchers 111) Lozenge of Love 110) The Trickster 109) Remyxomatosis (Cristian Vogel remix?) 108) Melatonin 107) Lull 106) Meeting in the Aisle 105) Cuttooth 104) 15 Step 103) The Gloaming. (Softly Open our Mouths in the Cold.) 102) Hunting Bears 101) House Of Cards 100) Trans-Atlantic Drawl 99) Lift 98) Subterranean Homesick Alien 97) The Bends 96) Let Down 95) Sulk 94) I am a Wicked Child 93) Creep (acoustic) 92) High and Dry 91) Airbag 90) How Can You Be Sure? 89) Give Up the Ghost 88) Everything in its Right Place (live version) 87) Idioteque 86) Gagging Order 85) Fog 84) Morning Mr. Magpie 83) Identikit 82) Bullet Proof... I Wish I Was 81) Kid A 80) Paperbag Writer 79) Desert Island Disk 78) In Limbo 77) Everything in its Right Place 76) You Never Wash Up After Yourself 75) Bones 74) Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief 73) Optimistic 72) Ful Stop 71) Scatterbrain. (As Dead as Leaves.) 70) Like Spinning Plates 69) Glass Eyes 68) Go to Sleep. (Little Man being Erased.) 67) Creep 66) Dollars & Cents 65) The Tourist 64) Fake Plastic Trees 63) Electioneering 62) Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong 61) Decks Dark 60) Fake Plastic Trees (acoustic version) 59) Reminder 58) Staircase 57) Videotape 56) Where I End and You Begin. (The Sky is Falling.) 55) Lotus Flower 54) Sail to the Moon. (Brush the Cobwebs out of the Sky.) 53) Myxomatosis. (Judge, Jury & Executioner.) 52) All I Need 51) True Love Waits 50) Burn the Witch 49) Just 48) Anyone Can Play Guitar 47) Weird Fishes / Arpeggi 46) Skttrbrain (Four Tet remix of "Scatterbrain"?) 45) Pyramid Song 44) Street Spirit (Fade Out) 43) Palo Alto 42) Motion Picture Soundtrack 41) Climbing Up the Walls 40) Codex 39) Fog (Again) (live version) 38) A Punchup at a Wedding. (No no no no no no no no.) 37) Little by Little 36) I Might Be Wrong 35) The National Anthem 34) Jigsaw Falling Into Place 33) My Iron Lung 32) The Daily Mail 31) True Love Waits (live version) 30) Man of War 29) Reckoner 28) Faust Arp 27) 2 + 2 = 5 (live version) 26) Morning Bell (version from Kid A) 25) Black Star 24) (Nice Dream) 23) You and Whose Army? 22) Polyethylene (Parts 1 & 2) 21) Nude 20) We Suck Young Blood. (Your Time is Up.) 19) I Will. (No Man's Land.) 18) Present Tense 17) Knives Out 16) Daydreaming 15) 2 + 2 = 5 (The Lukewarm.) 14) Pearly 13) Like Spinning Plates (live version) 12) I Will (Los Angeles version) 11) Lucky 10) The Numbers 9) There There. (The Boney King of Nowhere.) 8) Karma Police 7) How to Disappear Completely 6) Exit Music (For a Film) 5) Morning Bell (version from Amnesiac) 4) No Surprises 3) A Wolf at the Door. (It Girl. Rag Doll.) 2) Life in a Glass House 1) Paranoid Android

(I reserve the right to make changes in these rankings and quietly edit this post to reflect those or, as an alternative, feel too lazy to edit this post to reflect those.) [EDIT: I did just this, adding a few tracks and making a bunch of changes.]

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Fridays—Chapter 170: The Analysis, chapter 3

Fridays—Chapter 170: The Analysis, chapter 3

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Summary:   A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and  Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain  both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses  and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale  angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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Ruby howled with laughter.  Truth be told, she hadn’t stopped laughing since she’d started reading Emma’s mistake of an analysis paper.

“I’m going to tell you right now,” she said, swiping at tears, “I would have paid good money to see Killian Jones’s face when he read this.  Poor guy probably just about had a stroke.”

Emma buried her face in her hands and groaned.

“Seriously, I think you missed your calling, Emma,” Ruby continued.  “This stuff is worthy of those lurid bodice-ripper romance novels.”

“Look, can you help me or not?” Emma growled.

“With what?” Ruby asked cheekily, “your analysis or getting into Jones’s pants?  Because one of those would be a whole lot more fun than the other.”

Emma took a threatening step forward, and Mary Margaret stepped in between the two of them, hands outstretched.  “Ruby, maybe it’s better you save the ribbing for later.  Do you think there’s anything you can do?  Can you get Emma’s real paper back?”

After the initial wave of mortification had died down when she’d realized what had happened with her term paper, it occurred to Emma that she had a much more substantial problem on her hands.  Those end of term papers counted for 25% of their grade for the course.  This embarrassing mistake was something she very literally could not afford.

Though she would have much preferred to ignore the whole situation and hope it went away, she needed to do something about it, and so she’d brought in her roommate and her roommate’s tech-genius childhood friend to see if there was any hope of retrieving her actual paper.

Before she’d told them the reason for her call, she had, of course, threatened everything short of actual bodily harm should they ever breathe a word of any of this to anyone.

Ruby sighed.  “Fine, though I have no idea why Emma would want to get rid of this absolute smutty masterpiece.”

Ruby typed for a few moments and then shouted in triumph.  “There we go!” she said.  “Simple.  Autosave to the rescue once again.  All I had to do was go back to a previously saved version of your document and voila!”

Emma took her laptop back from Ruby, glanced over it, and sighed in relief.  If she’d had to rewrite the entire stupid essay she was going to scream.

Making sure to save the damn thing, she printed it out, checked it, and then checked it again.  Fortunately this time a legitimate analysis paper on the symphonies of Mozart was in her hand.

Now came the hard part.  Now came the part where she had to go Killian Jones’s office and explain the mix up…and hope that he accepted her late paper.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Emma took a deep breath, standing outside the office the music graduate assistants shared.  She knew Mr. Jones was in there; this was smack in the middle of his posted office hours.

Was it possible to actually die of embarrassment?  Because she was pretty sure that if it was, she was just about to do it.  Killian might too.

Gods, what had she been thinking, writing all of that?

Well, there was nothing for it.  This had to be done, and the sooner the better.  The embarrassment certainly wasn’t going to lessen the longer time went on.

Slowly letting out her breath, she nodded in determination and then rapped on the door.

“Come in.”

Here it goes.

She opened the door and stepped inside, making a point of NOT closing it after her.  Given the situation, it was best there was not even a hint of impropriety.

When he saw her, he stood so quickly, he banged his knee against the desk, and he muttered a curse, leaning down to rub the abused joint.  When he straightened, his face was so red it was almost purple, and he seemed to want to look at anything and everything but her.

She guessed if there’d been any hope he’d somehow not read her paper yet, that hope was completely dashed.

And the award for the most awkward moment in academic history goes to…

“What…” he squeaked, before clearing his throat and trying again.  “What can I do for you, Miss Swan.”

“I, um…” she began, “I was hoping to talk to you about my term paper.”

His eyes widened, and he immediately began stammering.  “Yes, well, um, that was…that was, I–”

She stopped him with a raised hand.  “As I’m guessing you could probably tell, there was a mistake.  That was not what I meant to turn in.”

If he scratched any harder at the spot behind his ear, it would probably start bleeding.  Still refusing to look at her, he chuckled nervously.  “No I wouldn’t imagine so.  Although knowing Mozart, he probably would have found this situation endlessly amusing.”

“Unfortunately, I suspect Professor French would not take such a favorable view of it,” Emma said, chuckling in spite of herself, imagining the prim, proper Belle French reading what she’d written.

He laughed with her, finally looking at her properly, and Emma’s stomach swooped at the eye contact.  She was so far gone on this man it was ridiculous.  Too bad she’d embarrassed them both so thoroughly that he’d probably never want to see her face again as soon as this course ended.

“Anyway,” Emma continued.  “My real paper, you know the one I intended to turn in, somehow didn’t save or something.  I was able to get it back, and I was hoping you’d let me turn it in instead.  I know I’m a day late and my grade will get docked for that, but please!  That cannot be the final term paper I submit to Professor French.

Killian grinned at her sympathetically, and then deliberately looked down at his watch. “By my count, it is technically still less than 24 hours since the paper was due, and I’ve yet to submit the class’s papers to Professor French, so I see no reason we need to mention the delay.  No harm done.”

Emma let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.  “Thank you!” she breathed, reaching over to take his hand in her relief.

The second her hand touched his, a shock went through her, and she gasped, the attraction between them feeling almost as strong as electricity.  He drew in a quick breath as well, and her eyes met his again.

How long they stood like that–hands clasped, eyes locked, wonder coloring both of their faces–Emma couldn’t have said.  It could have been a few seconds, it could have been a few hours.  Finally he gave his head a quick shake and then stepped back, clearing his throat once more before speaking.  “It’s no problem, Miss Swan.  It could have happened to...well, I don’t know that this particular situation could have happened to anyone, but I’ve no doubt all students know the dread and horror of a missed deadline.”

“You know, Mr. Jones,” Emma said, after a moment.  “You really are a great teacher.”

There he went, scratching at the back of his ear again.  “I appreciate you saying that.  I rather doubt anyone’s ever called me a ‘great’ anything.”

She felt a rush of tenderness at that admission, suddenly realizing just how little he thought of himself.  She had the strongest urge to touch him–nothing untoward–she just wanted to comfort him, reassure him.

Still…given the nature of what she’d come here for, touch of any kind would probably be best avoided.

“Well…thanks again, and I’m sorry about the mix up.”

Emma turned to leave, but before she could exit the door, he called her name once more.

“Yeah?” she asked, turning back toward him.

“About what you wrote in your unintentional submission…” he glanced aside, coloring once again.

Oh gods, were they really going to talk about this?  She knew she should say something–apologize or make excuses.  Something.  Unfortunately she suddenly found herself entirely at a loss for words, and so she merely looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Did you,” he asked, “did you mean what you said?”

She drew in a quick breath, her heart pounding.  She couldn’t have looked at him if he paid her.  “I mean…I wouldn’t, you know, ever act on any of that.  I know you’re my teacher and everything, but, um…yeah?”

She hadn’t meant it to come out as a question.  She hadn’t meant to say it at all.  She hadn’t meant to say any of it at all.

But now that it was out there, she couldn’t exactly deny it.  Denial was the coward's way out, and Emma wasn’t a coward.

Abruptly Killian met her eyes, and what she saw there stole her breath clean from her lungs.  Beneath the obvious discomfort at the topic, there was something more–something hot and burning and needy, and Emma had the strongest sensation that if he was able, he’d gladly act out every single one of the racy fantasies she’d laid out for him in her term paper.

Lord help her, she had to clench her fists at her sides to keep herself from reaching for his lapels and dragging him bodily to her.

“Of course, I’m not at liberty to…um…comment on any of that now, given our position,” he said, “but…well…I must admit, I did not find your analysis to be unpleasant reading material.  Perhaps, were the situation different…”

He trailed off, but Emma couldn’t help but hear the unspoken message.

One day, one day soon, the situation would be different.  Maybe, just maybe, when that day came Killian Jones would find it in himself to finish his sentence.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Killian’s heart began to race as they got out of Dave’s truck and approached Granny’s diner.  Suddenly he couldn’t breathe, the panic taking over.  He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this!

It was crazy to think he could’ve.

“Hey, Killian, just relax,” his best friend and roommate, David Nolan said, placing a comforting hand on Killian’s shoulder.  “She asked you to come today.  She’s going to be happy to see you.”

“Maybe,” Killian said, glancing through the diner’s window and catching a glimpse of Emma laughing with two other women, “but…but you know dining with Emma and her friends is not all I hope to do today.”

Graham Humbert, Killian’s second roommate, stepped up to his other side.  “Given the first analysis paper, she turned in, I doubt you have to worry about her answer.  This will be good!  And whatever happens, we’ve got your back, mate.”

Killian took a deep breath and slowly let it out.  Finally nodding firmly, he took the last few steps and opened the door.

The last week had passed in a flurry of activity, between his duties as teaching assistant and studying for his own graduate student finals.  He’d scarcely had a moment to think about the lovely Emma Swan or the undeniable connection between them.

But during his rare moments of downtime, the moments when he was left alone with his own thoughts, she consumed him.  He wanted her, and not merely in a carnal way.  He wanted a relationship with her, the white picket fence life, all of it.

He wanted it so badly that he was willing even to do that which scared him to death–ask her out.

This morning had been the final exam of the Music History 101 class, and with the last exam turned in it was official.  Emma was no longer his student; the last ethical barrier between them was gone.

She seemed to sense this as the class came to a close.  She waited until all her classmates had left to step to the front of the class and personally hand him her exam.  He thanked her, tongue-tied as usual in the presence of a woman he found desirable.

While he tried to dredge up the courage to broach the subject he so desperately wanted to discuss with her, she hesitated, and if Killian didn’t know better, he’d swear she was trying to draw out the moment of their parting every bit as much as he was.

Finally, after a long moment of the two of them merely gazing at each other, she cleared her throat and spoke.  “So, I just wanted to, you know, thank you again for being a great teacher.  Music was never really my thing, but I learned a lot this semester.”

He felt his cheeks color, and he had to clench his fists to keep from scratching behind his ear.  “I appreciate that,” he said after a moment.  “Teaching was never my thing, but you…um, I mean your class…made my job a delight.”

She smiled at him, her look a touch shy, perhaps unsure.  It appeared she was warring within herself, but finally she seemed to come to a decision.

“Look, Mr. Jones…” she began.

“The course is over, Swan,” he said.  “Please, call me Killian.”

“Killian,” she said with a nod, “a few friends and I are getting together for an end-of-semester celebration lunch at Granny’s in a couple hours.  If you wanted to come, you’d be welcome.  I mean, if it wouldn’t be weird.  I know you were my teacher and everything, and If you aren’t interested, I won’t be offended or anything, but we’d love to have you.  And you can bring some friends too, if you want.”

Killian smiled warmly at her.  “I’d love to join you, and I’m sure my roommates would as well.”

“Great!” she’d said with a wide, delighted smile.  “So, see you there around noon?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

When he’d asked Dave and Graham if they’d like to join him, they’d agreed…but only on one condition.  He had to take the plunge and actually ask Emma Swan on a proper date.

Killian was not accustomed to asking a woman out.  On the few occasions he’d been out with a lass, she’d typically been the one to make the invitation.  Frankly, the prospect of putting himself out there terrified him.

But if anyone was worth overcoming his fear for, it was Emma Swan, and so he’d agreed to his friends’ demand.  This very day he’d ask Emma out or die in the attempt.

Killian stepped into the diner, feeling the comforting whoosh of cold air from the air conditioner as he stepped inside.  Emma looked up at the sound of the bell over the door, and her face lit up when she saw him.  She waved him over, and he took another deep breath.  The moment of truth was upon him.

David clasped his shoulder once more.  “You can do this,” he said in a low voice.

Once the men had reached Swan’s table, introductions were made.  Emma, it seemed, had brought her two best friends, Mary Margaret and Ruby.  Distracted as he was with the anxiety and the butterflies in his stomach, Killian couldn’t help but notice the way his best mates seemed to perk up when they met Emma’s brunette friends.  Perhaps romance was in the air for more than just him and Swan.

Introductions done, and his friends taking their seats–David next to Mary Margaret and Graham next to Ruby–there was nothing else for it.  He needed to go ahead and do this before he lost his nerve.         

“Swan, could I have a private word?” he asked, resisting the urge to fidget–or to turn around and flee.

She looked surprised, but she nodded her assent, grabbing her drink and following him to the back hallway.

“So, what’s up?” she asked as soon as they were alone.

“I…um…wanted to ask you out,” he blurted, “to dinner or something.”

Emma had just taken a sip as he spoke, and she immediately began coughing.  He awkwardly patted her back until she got control of herself.

“I thought I was going to have to be the one to ask you that,” she said, finally.

He shrugged.  “As I’m no longer your teacher, the asking is no longer inappropriate, so I was hoping, well, I was hoping you might say yes.”

She merely looked at him for a moment, and then she smiled, and the effect was like the sun peaking out after a storm. “I’ll happily accept,” she said, “on one condition.”

“Aye?”

“You let me plan the date,” she said.

Killian felt the euphoria bubble up to such an extent he found himself capable of overcoming his natural shyness and actually–dare he believe it?--flirting with her. “Hey!” he said in mock offense, “I know how to plan a date!”

“You know how to make a lesson plan,” she countered saucily.  “I know how to plan an evening out that will blow your mind.”

He leaned in close, one hand on the wall near her head–he couldn’t believe his boldness.  “I must warn you, I don’t….pillage and plunder on the first date.”

She winked at him.  “That’s because you haven’t been out with me yet.”

He coughed, feeling the heat cover his cheeks yet again.  “Perhaps not tonight, Swan, but maybe one day we could…explore your literary output.”

She laughed, reaching up to kiss his cheek.  “Oh, that’s a definite.  Now how about we get back to our friends?  I’m gonna have to make this a quick lunch.   I’ve gotta go find something to wear.  Turns out I have a hot date with my former teacher to get ready for.”       

 Notes:

Happy Friday everyone!  Are you surprised I managed to update 3 weeks in a row?  I know I am!  And with that, The Analysis comes to a close.  Now, I know some of you are going to ask me to continue this and write the date, but if that ever happens, it will have to wait.  I absolutely have to get back to Until the Stars Are All Alight.  I plan to work on that until it is finally finished.  Afterwards, who knows?  I’m sure there will be plenty more fluff to explore between our favorite princess and pirate.    

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[partnersatfazbear]

Analysis of The Real Jake (SPOILERS)

I can't decide whether to make this post a stream-of-consciousness style or group it into evidence for x... but since it's easier, I'll just write my thoughts as I go. Although a lot of this is factual ties to, say, FNAF 4, things like relating Margie to Henry are just my own headcanon and you can do with that what you will AKA don't take this all too seriously, but have fun with it. There’s also specific notes about Michael Afton, for those that just want to know what was said regarding him (presumably).

Before I start, please note I've had three hours of sleep in the last... 28 hours? IDK I can't math, especially not on this little sleep. So, there may be errors. I tried to make a note on things I was unsure about, too. 

Note: I wrote this before the Evan=CC theory was all but confirmed. Although I believe this theory from the logbook, I think a lot of these notes are still valid.

Read my notes under the cut:

Margie shares similar physical appearance to Henry: Pg 84 “The window fan blew a lock of her shoulder-length brown hair across her upper lip so it looked like she had a mustache.”

“Mrs. Afton” stand in is mentioned: Pg 86 “...it had been four years since his Mom had died...” (Jake is 9 in the story)

I notice when Scott mentions plaid. Pg 87 “...a green-and-blue plaid plush chair...” I mostly wanted to note this since canonically, Henry had a green plaid shirt.

“William” stand in is mentioned. Pg 89 “And you know he thinks about you [Jake] all the time?” “So, he has to concentrate on what he's doing... ...I don't want him thinking about me and end up shooting himself in the foot or something.” Pg 102 “Yeah, I did. [I spilled some chocolate ice cream] Right on my shirt!” Pg 122 “I did that today! [While playing a DDR like game, breaking a shoelace.]” (Admittedly, I only counted these because I headcanon William is much more of a bumbling fool than he appears. It comes up very often as you can see... although you could write it off as Evan just trying to relate to his kid.)

“William” stand in is mentioned. Pg 92 “...Margie was pretty sure Evan couldn't afford to replace a washer and dryer” and “...Evan, at his rank, could barely afford her” Pg 110 “Gillian's house shared stlying with Evan's, but hers was probably four times bigger.” (Again, I headcanon William and his family is on the low end of middle class, if not lower, in terms of income. Particularly, the house is cramped.)

“Mrs. Afton” stand in is mentioned. Pg 93 “First, Jake's Mom was killed.” Pg 139 “The mom's dead.” (You could infer that she died via something akin to a car crash in the context of the story, however if you reflect it to the games given the commonalities, I like to think of this as confirmation that William murdered her, given the word 'killed' is used.)

Margie records herself on her cell phone. Pg 93 (and on other pages) (Again referencing my headcanon for Henry, in which he records ideas/diaries often. At minimum, Henry is referred to as “Cassette Man” in PizzaSim so... I just thought it could make for an interesting comparison.)

Jake mentions his “friends”. Pg 99 “Patty and Davey... Vic... and the twins... Ellie and Evie... Kyle, Clay, and Garrett” (Also, he isn't mentioned until later, but there's his best friend Brandon, too. I noted these in reference to CC talking about his 'friends', either IRL or the plushies. I assume his IRL friends are the MCI victims. The number doesn't add up though. I really, really wanted to make a connection about the twins, considering Charlie and Sammy are twins, but there wasn't enough evidence to write it off as anything other than a coincidence. Also... Clay, really? We need another double name in this series? Ugh.)

What's your favorite flavor? Chocolate Pg. 102 “What flavor did you get?” “Chocolate. Duh.” (This is a stretch, but it did remind me of Help Wanted's final level in the main game, where you're asked to choose your favorite cake flavor. Although, they're discussing ice cream here.)

Maybe some insight into William's personality? Pg. 103 “You ever do that, Evan?” “What?” “Let off steam.” “Me? No. Steam is pretty much what keeps me going.” (Just more evidence that William is obsessed with his work. You could imply “steam” implies he runs like a machine, but that's stretching a bit.)

Pg. 113 -118 (Jake climbs out of his window to run off to play at the arcade with his friend. Obvious parallel to the child in Midnight Motorist, although it's daytime and no animatronics/fursuits luring him.) There is this, on Pg 121 also. Jake says, “We played all the racing games. I love racing games.”

PURPLE Pg 121 “...did you get a slushie at the arcade? I got one. I got grape. It turned my tongue purple.” “My tongue's purple, too!” “Purple power!” (Uh, do I really need to explain this? I should note that Evan is the one mentioning “grape”. I guess William likes grape flavor and purple.)

'Michael' is mentioned. Sort of a stand in for Michael Afton, but it should be noted that Michael and Evan are brothers in this universe. Pg 126, 127 “Michael...lived in Europe for a few years...” “Michael's a serious dude. He's, well, a little different. He's intense about making money...the way he is about it... can make him seem like he's not human.” “So, he's like a cyborg with bad programming?” Michael has some dialogue: “You must excersize caution. You could get chocolate on my suit, and that would be bad. Very, very bad.” (The very very bad thing is a running joke in the family, which is why this comes up. I don't have a lot to say about it, though. I think Michael [Afton] being obsessed with money seems a bit counter intuitive to how we know him, but who knows? I also want to note that Evan doesn't seem antagonistic towards Michael; in fact, he “hate[s] to ask him for favors”.)

Also, Pg 141 “His [Michael's] flat, gruff voice was unmistakable.” Michael is also the first one to hear his father is dead and informs Margie about it. “I have been notified that Evan's dead.” Pg 142 “She had only met Michael the one time, and she knew the way he processed the world was very different from what was “normal”” Michael also states to Margie: “I've got Evan's will... you're Jake's guardian and he left you the house and some savings. I'm the executor.” Margie also says: “He[Michael]'s a numbers genius, manages money for the wealthy people and has made a killing doing it.” “He's not a bad guy. He just doesn't know how to connect. He doesn't feel the way we do.” (Just more Michael characterization.)

Direct FNAF 4 easter egg references: Pg 128 “...the IV stand lurking in the corner of the room” Pg 129 “...and the line of perscription medication bottles marching across the top of the chest of drawers”

Margie is more than a nanny and possibly in love with Evan: Pg. 139 “She'd come to love Evan, too... like a brother.” Pg 140 “...she was included in the outings, movie nights, game nights, and storytelling time...” Pg 149 “...she wanted Evan to be more than just a boss, and being in his room when he was gone made her feel like a lovelorn stalker.” “Love him like a brother... She snorted. Boy, had she been lying to herself.” Pg 158 “What she was feeling called for a screaming fit or a total mental breakdown.” (Yeah, this is just me reading too much into this for Willry content, haha... But still. I am determined that Margie is a Henry stand-in.)

'I will put you back together' Pg 140 “I'm trying to bring you home whole.” (Evan is discussing “no man left behind” with his son, Jake. I think this is obvious.)

William's home office? Pg. 149 “When he was home, she'd go in and vacuum or put away laundry... ...when he was gone...coming in here felt like an invasion of privacy.” “Evan's room would be her room.” “...I'd feel like I was sleeping in your bed, she thought.” “...the room felt discretely masculine.” “The walls were covered in family photos.” “The shelves were stuffed with fiction... mysteries to classics, nonfiction... how-to books...from rebuilding a car engine to planting a garden.”

FNAF 4 reference. Pg 152 “Outside, a dog barked.” (You can hear a dog barking as ambient noise during nights when playing FNAF 4.)

Other notes:

It happens a lot, but one of the main things in the book is the doll Simon and how Jake talks to it. This is very blatantly a reference to the Golden Freddy Plush (“Psychic Friend Fredbear”). The story confirms it's Jake's father, Evan, talking through it. Although it makes the one scene in FNAF 4 a little wonky (the only scene where we see Purple Guy), I think it's pretty much confirmed that it's William talking to CC now. Obviously, we already suspected this due to Sister Location's “Secret Room”. In this story, Evan says he did it because he wanted to give Jake some hope he would live. Combined with both the IV/medicine bottle easter eggs (in the story and FNAF 4) I think it's plausible to assume that CC was taken home after the Bite of '83 for a period of time before he passed away. I will admit, also, that Evan definetly comes off as a very caring father (in comparison to how we presume William is based on what we've seen of him as a person; although I argued this before on this blog, I don't think William hates his kids. I think he's neglectful, moreso as the story goes on. I think he resents Michael for many reasons but I won't go into that here. I just don't think he's the abusive monster the fanbase interprets him to be—at least not early on.)

The cabinet reminds me a lot of the closets in the novel series. A built in shelf with a doll in it. A doll that represents a child. Considering Margie tends to this doll (see Pg. 130-135), I have to draw more parallels between her and Henry.

The fan is mentioned A LOT. I don't really know why, but I guess we can't help but think of every single FNAF office when it's brought up. Specifically, on Pg. 106, Margie mentions the fan in her room is as loud as a jet engine and the sound made her nervous. Once again, I'm reminded of PizzaSim. Seriously, screw you fan.

The heat is mentioned a lot, too. I know the story takes place in summer, but this did remind me of Pizza Sim.

Pg. 93 “Margie sat down in the faded blue webbed lawn chair that was set up, for reasons she never understood, in front of the shelves by the stairs.” (I noted this because it's specifically called out and I don't know why.)

Margie talks about why she's working for Evan: Pg. 95 “I didn't get the internship I applied for.” I like to think her and Mia (from 1280) were after the same internship. (I may be misremembering, but I'm pretty sure Mia mentioned an internship at the hospital.)

Jake is mentioned to have brown hair, green eyes. His favorite color is green. He also wears green often. I couldn't find anything really interesting about it. It would make more sense as a Puppet reference, tbh (because of the green bracelet (and eyes? I may be remembering wrong) I guess it's also worth noting that Elizabeth has green eyes.

Pg 135 “Are you afraid people will think you're murdering me?” “...I could end you so quickly you'd never make a sound.” (Just an odd conversation between Jake and Margie. Margie is joking here, obviously.) Also, Pg. 136 “I just figured your [Jake's] wires got crossed or your circuits were frying.” (Admittedly, I don't know what to make of this. Could be a reference to Robot-CC, if you believe that or MikeBot [I don't], but more likely just ironic dialogue. It could also reference Jake's future in the Stichwraith?)

Pg 139 “Sometimes, Margie wished she was like one of the robots Jake liked so much.” (Although I can't really compare this to Henry, I did write William with this mindset and thought it was worth mentioning.)

Pg 141+ So, Evan dies overseas (he's a soldier). (I think this could be hinting that William has been springlocked around the time CC passes away. Jake has been home for some time after his diagnosis so we can infer based on that and the easter eggs that CC was brought home to die in peace. At the very least, William's probably very absent during this time. Possibly brought in for questioning but not arrested. I don't know. I feel like there's something to this.)

Pg 154 “Dave's at work.” (Why? Can we not use established names? Aghhh)

Pg 155 “The ambulance arrived at 11:32.” (I don't know why this is stated so outright. I couldn't find a reason, except that a few paragraphs earlier they say it will arrive by noon. I don't know why it's so specific, but I felt like noting it anyway.)

Pg 159 “Five people. Five sets of eyes. And none of them noticed...” (Yeah. We all know how important 5 is in FNAF.)

Three medical personel are mentioned. One at the end is named Nancy [No Last Name Given], but I like to think its a reference to Man in 1280 and we're dealing with Heracles Hospital once more, although it's never said in this story. Speaking of, the only thing that really stood out to me in 1280's story was that a billionare funded the restoration of the hospital. I like to headcanon that was Henry's doing—I imagine him obscessing over overcompensating for his mistakes by giving back in every way possible, even if it isn't directly related to him.

So, this post only took two hours of my life. I hope someone gets some use out of it, be it for my intended Willry purposes or maybe those Michael fans that are curious about it. If you enjoyed this post, let me know. I'd love to write up more of these if I have the time.

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