#There is a lot of more women but it says only ten :P

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Forty Five

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 1,483

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. Domestic abuse mentioned. This one is short, im sorry.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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‘Grace and Bunny’s Haven’

Each letter engraved in the bricks bold and proud on the administration building. Behind it stood the housing unit which looked more like a manor than anything. There was large fence that sounded the whole property, the gate opening for safety to those who needed it, right where her former home use to sit.

True to his word Bucky let Y/n bulldoze the remains of the house she spent her early childhood being tortured in. Surprisingly it was very therapeutic for her. The massive smile on her face when the remains went down made Bucky’s heart tingle.

In five years the woodland that once was a sanctuary for Y/n had been transformed into a sanctuary for women in need.

The manor had twenty bedrooms with the same amount of bathrooms, at the time of opening there was only ten available rooms as the rest were still being done up. A large and spacious kitchen, two large living rooms, a huge dining hall, a kids play room that had already been filled with books and toys that were either donated or brought new. There was a day room at the back that had a skylight, it was beautiful in the summer. Two rooms on the lower floor was to be used as counselling rooms Y/n had already hired councillors and actually let them have their say on how the rooms were decorated.

On the grounds there was a park for children with slides, swings, seesaws and other fun little things for children. Sam just had to go on the slides and swings to make sure they worked, so he said. On the other side there was a green house, it was something that her mama always said she wished she had.

Owners of furniture stores were kind enough to donate furniture for each of the rooms, people went through their homes finding things that could be donated when word got out about Grace and Bunny’s Haven, a lot of children things ranging from clothes, shoes, books and toys were mainly donated. A couple came with a moving van and gave Y/n cots for babies, pushchairs, highchairs and many other different things for babies, they explained that they use to run a day-care out of their home, they retried two years prior they no longer needed them. Y/n could have cried as she hugged them and thanked them.

The finishing touches were being done when a woman no older than twenty five showed up seeking safety with her two three year old twins. Charlotte became the first person to be under their protection.

The doors opened two days after Y/n’s forty fifth birthday and already five rooms were being used. Charlotte and her twins taking up one room seeking safety from her abusive ex boyfriend, Maryanne was in her mid-thirties and had a son who was seven years old. Carla had five children with her when she showed up covered in bruises, she and her youngest had a room together whilst the other four had the room next to hers. Robin was the youngest out of the women at nineteen, when Y/n heard her story it broke her heart, poor girl had gotten pregnant when she was seventeen two months before she gave birth her boyfriend had been killed in a car crash, hers and his family had turned their backs on her and the baby for over a year she bounced from one place to the next with her daughter until she found a flyer at the hotel she managed to save enough money to stay at for a few nights. The next day she showed up asking for help.

All of the children got along with each other, unknown to them they had actually broke the ice between their moms as none of them knew what to say to the other. Now the four women were friends and helped each other out when needed.

“I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?” Bucky asked after handing Steve another box of things that had been donated.

“I couldn’t have done it without you Ducky”

“I didn’t do anything my love”

“You brought the land, got everything ready-slow down Luca or you’ll trip-” Luca was the second oldest of Carla’s, he was running past the administration building to go and play on the park with the other children.

“But you’re the one giving these women hope and safety, not me I’m just doing all the heavy lifting”

“Heavy lifting? Buck you keep picking up boxes full of clothes” Steve shouted from the storage room.

“Fuck off. Do you need me to do anything Bun?”

“Nope, actually you could help Steve we got a rather large donation in last night so”

“I can do that, gimme a kiss first”

Kissing Bucky before he went over the storage room, Y/n stood at the front desk with a smile on her face. Proud of how everything turned out, proud of the fact that she could help women who needed it. Every time the moms saw her they thanked her, every time, even though she told them that they didn’t need to thank her at all, they still did.

Wanda had come and brought the twins along with Y/n’s and Bucky’s children who were all currently playing tag with the other children, their laughs brought a smile to her face. When the gates came open and a police car drove up to the administration building, this wasn’t new as Maryanne and her son was brought to her in a police car, what was new though was that instead of a woman sitting in the back it was a man.

“Morning Mrs Barnes” Officer Jones greeted as he got out of the driver seat.

“Morning, who is he?”

“He needs safety and yes I know this is a place for women but he needs help, no one else is willing to take him in”

“Oh. Right well let’s get him in so I can interview him” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw his wife walking in front of a man and two little kids and Officer Jones, he gave Y/n a questioning look that she just waved off.

Y/n offered a seat to the man and told the two young children play with the toys that were in the room whilst Officer Jones stood at the door. “Hi I’m Y/n, your name is?”

“Henry. Look I understand if you can’t take me in just say no so I can fin-“

“Who said I can’t take you in?”

“I’m a man”

“And? Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean anything. How about you give me the rundown of why you are looking for help and-“

“So you can judge me?”

“Why would I judge you?”

“Because I’m a man, a man that would get beat the shit out of him by his wife. The mother of his two kids, been put in hospital more times than I can recall, never once laid a hand on her. Never. I’m a man who’s now seeking help at a place that was made just for women, bet you think I’m weak don’t you?”

“You’re not weak because you married an abuser Henry. You’re not weak for coming here asking for help. You’re not weak at all so please do not think that about yourself”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to snap. I promise”

“It’s okay, Henry look at me, it’s okay I promise. How about you tell me about your babies, yeah?”

“My oldest is Robbie he’s five, youngest is Lucy she’s two”

“Five and two, how old are you?”

“Thirty three ma’am.”

“Have you filled for divorce?”

“Yes but she refuses to sign them”

“Okay, can you write down any allergies you and the kids have and any medication you or they need please?”

“W-what?”

“Allergies and medication…”

“No I understand that b-but are you really letting us stay here?”

“Of course I am, Grace and Bunny’s Haven is a safe place for everyone who’s victim of domestic abuse. A room is already set up for you, I’ll give you the tour when you are ready”

“Tha-thank you, thank you so much”

After giving Henry and his children a tour, she introduced him to the women who was understandably nervous but they trusted Y/n’s judgement, they knew that she wouldn’t bring a man into their sanctuary if he wasn’t trustworthy or had gone through what they had gone through themselves.

Getting home that night Y/n had a hot shower whilst Bucky got the children into bed, she was proud of what she had created and though she had some understanding of what these women and man was and had gone through it didn’t stop her from getting emotional thinking about the pain they went through.

Bucky held her tight that night as they slept.

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heyy i have a request for the steve x dove universe bcos it’s literally my favourite thing atm

could u possibly do something like where their at a party and someone tries something on reader and they’re really pushy about it even though she keeps saying no. obvs steve cannot have anyone touching or upsetting his sweetest girl so gets the guy to go away. while steve is dealing with the guy maybe reader starts having a panic attack because that guy had really scared her and robin tries to comfort her but obvs the only person capable of that is steve. when steve’s done w the guy he notices how distressed reader is and just comforts her, holds her and just FLUFF.

i got this idea because i noticed how protective of r steve is and i thought this would be a good example of it😍😍🩷🩷🩷🩷

sorry it took a few days ! also this is not proofread because it is three am so my apologies.

warning! this contains depictions of harassment and a panic attack. if this is not something you feel like you can read right now, please please click away. there is no shame in setting boundaries with yourself. there are lots of other stories. please be safe <3

the lights in the house were an array of purples and blues. robin’s friend threw a party, and robin insisted that dove and steve both come so she wouldnt be alone. dove dances as much as she can, but after about an hour she ends up crashing into steves chest. theyre leaned against the wall, and steves hands are covering her ears from the loud music.

“stevie, gonna go get some water. ill be right back.”

he expected her to stay in his line of vision, and by the time she disappeared around the corner into the kitchen, he was in panic mode. the party housed a few unsavory characters, and his dove’s shyness could lead to disaster.

in the kitchen dove had asked the hostess where the water resided, and she had kindly gotten her a glass of water, making sure to fill it in front of her so she knew it wasnt tampered with.

unfortunately, the hostess was called away, and a man around five to ten years older than dove entered the kitchen. she offered a small smile, and he took that as an invitation in his drunken state.

“hey pretty thing” he slurred.

she ignored him, and tried to exit the room, only for him to grab her hand.

“where y’ goin? you don’t want to hang out with me, baby? if you didn’t want the attention you shouldve picked a different dress.”

she ripped her hand away, and she knew the only way to get him to back off would be to mention steve. men like this respect women not as people, but as property.

“i have a boyfriend. hes looking for me.”

“not very hard, he left you here with me.”

in the distance she see steves head of hair frantically searching the house for the kitchen, and as the man kept babbling about nonsense and trying to grab her waist, she yelled his name.

his head shot to where he heard her voice, catching her eye instantly.

“help,” she mouthed.

dove had never seen a man move so quickly in her life. it seemed a second before steve stood tall between them. he held her behind him, and dove knew that he would have to be scary. she closed her eyes and gripped onto his arm.

after many words were spoken, mostly from steve, the other man merely slurred nonsense. he pushed the stranger into the shelves behind him before escorting dove out of the room.

“it’s okay, it’s okay, i’m here, i’ve got you, we’re gonna go home,” he whispered assuringly as he guided her out of the crowded room, trying to ignore the urge to go back and hurt the stranger, knowing it would scare her more. he was plagued with guilt and fear. guilt that he had let her out of his sight. the sobs come from his dove quickly. he helps her into the back seat of his car and locks the doors.

“hey, hey, look at me, youre okay, tell me what happened” he said, his voice shaking.

“nothing,” she says breathlessly, “nothing bad- just-“ her breathing becomes panicked, and the words arent forming. she had told him about her panic attacks before, but he had never seen her experience one. luckily he had done research.

“panic attack” she forced out between short breaths. the air couldnt reach her lungs, at least it felt like it couldnt. steve was panicking, trying to regulate her breathing. trying to soothe while also digging through his center console for an inhaler.

“hey, look at me, try to take a deep breath with me. i know, i know its hard, i just need you to try.” he said, taking her hand and placing it on his chest, breathing in a long breath and watching her struggle to do the same. but after three breaths she was calm enough that steve could help her with the inhaler.

once her breath returned to her, she buried her face into his chest, apologizing profusely.

“you dont need to be sorry. you did nothing wrong.” he repeated the phrase like a mantra while he rocked her back and forth.

she looked up at him. “i love you”

“i love you too. so much. you feel better?”

“yeah i- he was just being scary and he kept- grabbing me and he wouldn’t let me pass. i- it just- it freaked me out.”

“im so sorry honey. are you hurt? i shouldve went after you.” he whispered.

“no! you didnt do anything wrong. im not hurt, just got scared.”

“yeah? how about i take us home and we can order food, maybe watch a movie or something? and then we can talk about it tomorrow morning if you want to.”

“yes please”

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The Lady Whistledown Papers : 2x01 Capital R Rake (Part 2)

Welcome back, Gentle Readers, to The Lady Whistledown Papers, where I’m taking an in-depth look at Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton’s character arcs and romance within the show Bridgerton!

For previous issues, follow tag : The Lady Whistledown Papers

Penelope and Eloise

Before I delve into this deliciously layered Penelope and Eloise conversation - in the family scene a couple scenes previously, Colin's absence in this episode is explained in that he decided to go check out Albania while he was hanging out around the Mediterranean, because why not. And of course - Eloise brings up the fact that he can do that because he's a dude and women aren't allowed to do those things (which is kind of sucky - but also is additional commentary on Eloise's arc for the season).

I kind of wonder - was there a reason Colin was written out of episode one? Too many things going on? I don't think Luke Newton had a scheduling conflict. Hmmm.

Alright, so we get Eloise and Penelope walking around the square. First topic of discussion -- Eloise complaining that Daphne's advice was a list of top ten ways on how to entrap a man. (!!!) That's really wild. Do we think Daphne sent that as a joke? Or was Eloise exaggerating? Either way, it's hilarious. Penelope thinks so too -- girl is in a great mood as she walks with her bff. Eloise's indignation is played for great comedic effect here. (And A+ job from Claudia Jessie as she is fantastic at giving Eloise some great comedic beats.)

Penelope stops to pick up a quill -- and Eloise notes that she goes through them pretty quickly. It's a nod to her secret life as LW, and they're setting up early that Eloise's story is going to come crashing into Penelope's - and the LW stuff.

Of course, Penelope avoids the conversation by saying she's working on her correspondence. Eloise brings up the Featherington heir (which we haven't learned anything about yet), and Penelope admits (because she feels safe, yet still hesitant with Eloise) that she's been writing to Colin. But I love the turn of phrase she uses -- she says :: Colin has been keeping me informed. Putting acknowledgement that it's he who has been writing to her. Because, not only would it be improper for her to be writing a male who is not in her family, but... it lets us know that Colin is willfully writing to Penelope. And... it's also a way to not tip off Eloise of her feelings towards him. It's such a great, key detail!

The other thing to note is Eloise's reaction. She does not care about Colin's travels -- and mentions that he rambles on and on. This is also a key note for Colin's story -- when he gets back, he's going to try to connect with anyone, really, about his experiences. His family members are kind of all caught up in their own lives, and it's not that they don't care, but it's that life moves on without him. A lot of his arc this season will be trying to figure out what his role in life is.

Anyway, Penelope remarks that Colin is no Lady Whistledown, which is... a fascinating response. I mean, it's partly to throw Eloise off the fact that writing to Colin is one of the highlights of her life at the moment. But it's also an ego thing -- as she's in the prime of the Lady Whistledown madness, and is loving the attention she's getting from it.

And, I love how Eloise responds to that -- he at least gives Colin some credit in that he's gone out to see the world, something that Lady Whistledown hasn't done. And ooh, the look on Penelope's face. She's like, whoa, hold up, what??

She throws back that Eloise used to revere LW (which is what Penelope wants to hear more about) and reminds her that LW interrupted (saved her from) her debut. Penelope is clearly proud of pulling that off -- but Eloise kind of shrugs it off. She was grateful for the interruption, but Eloise is less than impressed with the column.

Penelope, again, wanting to hear more positive feedback, and reeling from Eloise seeming indifferent at best, mentions how good of a writer LW is. Eloise is like, sure, she can use words -- but is she saying anything worthwhile with them? Penelope doesn't really know what to say to this. Eloise then continues on, claiming that she's been reading articles with more substance, and Penelope's face (lol)... She's been so proud of her work, but Eloise all but dismissing it has her really rethinking everything.

Eloise goes on to say that she's discovered the writing of Mary Wollstonecraft -- and for those of you who don't know (and, you know what, I didn't - I googled this lady), Wollstonecraft was a late 18th century philosopher and feminist, and.... get this, mother of Mary Shelley (author of Frankenstein). Fascinating, right?

Anyway - her writings detail female empowerment, and would definitely appeal to someone like Eloise. (And, I kind of wonder what Penelope think if she weren't jealous of Eloise's attention be taken elsewhere. Her 'haughty' comment reeks of insecurity.)

Eloise goes on to say that LW does have some power, and if instead of writing about balls and gossip, and instead wrote more about female empowerment, than she may have some kind of pull to make some change in the world. And Penelope does seem to consider it - at least a little.

But then Eloise puts in a stinger -- and completely (unknowingly) calls out the fact that LW isn't a participant in society, hence she's able to write what she can. We don't really get to see Penelope's reaction -- other than a kind of changing of the subject, but Eloise is right on the nose. And it gives Penelope a lot to think about.

Family Troubles

The next scene we get is the Featheringtons getting ready for the ball. And... a couple of things to note right off the bat. First of all, that settee is huge! And much nicer looking than the one that Pen's going to share with Colin (probably sturdier, too, lol). Secondly, I tried to zoom in and figure out what book she's reading, and I couldn't figure it out -- if anyone can get a clearer zoom in, please let me know! I'd love to know what she's reading. Also love that yet again she's got a book in her hand as the insanity goes on around her.

We learn in this scene that the Featheringtons are strapping for cash. All the servants have left, and Mrs. Varley is left doing pretty much everything, including cooking potatoes for the 100th time. (idk why they're complaining - potatoes are amazing.)

Penelope seems to be the only one rather concerned, but Portia downplays it the best she can. I have to give Portia some credit for trying to play it cool the best she can. Because, financially, they're in a really rough spot, and she knows the new Lord Featherington isn't going to be much help.

Portia tries to calm them, though, by stating as soon as the new Lord Featherington arrives they'll be fine.

Prudence is having a hissy fit (her line about changing the chamber pots is pretty funny though) and you see her lash out at Penelope -- literally hitting her feet to move Pen out of the way so that she can sit down. And I can only imagine that this kind of thing is something that's probably happened a lot with her sisters. She probably has gotten pushed around a lot by them, and Penelope just kind of takes it, and moves out of her sister's way.

Portia, though, eventually succumbs to her melodramatic tendencies, and lets them know that the new Lord Featherington is cruel and delighting in their misfortune, to the horror of her daughters (Penelope particularly looks alarmed). Portia continues - giving some backstory, that he cast his son to America because he was upset, and who knows where they'll send them once he gets there.

Portia then goes on to worry that they'll be sent out to Cornwall (which seems to be the far reaches of England). I kind of love Prudence's freak out over it. Phillippa chimes in that they can all visit her and Finch, but Penelope points out that if there's no money for servants, food, or dresses -- than Phillippa isn't getting a wedding.

And of course, this gets Phillippa to freak out -- cause she really does love Albion Finch. (Love story of the ages :D )

Portia then continues her (terrible) attempt at trying to calm them down again, claiming that all of them need to be betrothed by the time the heir arrives, or else they'll be on the streets. Prudence is like - yeah, sure, fine.

Penelope just sits there in horror. Like, the only dude she can stomach getting married to is out of the country at the moment, wtf is she (and her family) going to do.

As an aside, it is interesting -- that she already has LW money coming in. But she basically can't use it for fear of giving herself away. How crazy, to have a solution, but not be able to do anything about it.

And... that's where I'm going to stop for today! This episode has so much Penelope in it! It's fantastic! (I am missing Colin, though.)

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A request where Felipe accompanies you for swim suit shopping for bikini before summer break. Can turn it to smut if you want

Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini

Summary: shopping for a bikini with your boyfriend.

Rating: +18

Warnings: explicit !!!! oral (f! recieving ), p with very small plot, PURE FILFTH

Word count: 0.7k

Notes: small smutty drabble with a song that really matches it AKSDSKASDKSK. idk if any of you know this song, however i used to listen A LOT when I was a kid and it just popped on my mind after the request and i HAD TO put the song for my brazilian readers (which I'm sure I have some) for everyone just have a nostalgia moment

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Felipe and you had been dating for a few months, and he had been excited to accompany me on my swimsuit shopping trip. Being from Brazil, he was used to seeing women in all sorts of swimwear, but he had never been with someone who was shopping for a bikini for the first time - when he was younger, he just let his mom do all the summer buying for him.

You browsed through several stores, trying on different styles and colors, but nothing seemed to catch your eye, they were either too loose or too blunt. Then we came across a bright yellow polka dot bikini that looked both pretty and playful. You hesitated for a moment while the Brazilian’s soft brown eyes widened in surprise, it was perfect.

"That's...really small," you said hesitantly.

Drugovich rolled his eyes, giving you a kiss on your cheek. "It's a bikini, amor. They're supposed to be small."

You sighed loudly, okay, this one was going to try it out. As you put it on the revealing bikini, you felt self-conscious and shy. However, it fits like a dream, hugging your curves in all the right places, giving a beautiful vision of your ass and the size of the top was big enough to cover your nipples only. When you stepped out of the changing room, your cheeks turned bright red out of shame, on the other hand, Felipe’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration, but he didn't say anything to make me feel uncomfortable. He discreetly licked his lips, the sight of your almost naked body in front of him stirred his feelings - and another place too, which was already a little awake because of what the Brazilian's eyes were focused on. Drugovich stood, walking over to you and placing both hands on your hips, depositing small kisses on your shoulder.

“Gostosa. I won't be able to hold myself together every time I see you in that little bikini" Covering her with his own body, his hand moved down to her ass, squeezing it lightly.

"Take this one, please. I'll pay for it."

"You don't have to pay, I'll take it. It was the only one that looked good anyway... Even though it was too small for my taste."

"It's not too small, it shows everything I love about you..." He murmured against her skin, discreetly running his hand over the fabric that covered your core.

"We're in public, love."

"Then pay up and let's go."

In less than ten minutes you were dressed again, paid for the bikini, and already you were in the mall car park, him in the driver's seat, in a hurry to get home.

You deliberately left your legs more spread and the summer dress was already halfway down your thighs, which was making the driver crazy. He barely waited after parking the car, picking you up and rushing inside, where he laid your body against the sofa.

“Someone's desperate.”

“Sorry, amor… Just… seeing you in that very small bikini that hangs on your body so well made me all messy.”

“Oh and what do you want to do?”

“Have patience and you’ll see.”

Drugovich kissed you quickly, soon pulling your panties down and laying down on the sofa, pulling you to sit on his chest, hesitantly, you pulled your dress higher and moved your body towards his face, standing a little taller, afraid to suffocate him, yet as you felt his arms hooking around your thighs and making you sit down against his face, gave you more assurance.

A whimper escaped your lips when his tongue lapped against your clit, treating it well, giving all the attention you needed - the bikini situation had also left you horny, with the thought of being fucked by him wearing it. The feeling of his tongue working up against you was something outstanding - even more when he started to suck your core for a few seconds, making your legs shake in pleasure.

As you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, slower his movements would be, like he was making some torture for you to be able to hold it for longer. However, as much as he wanted you to stay like that forever, your body was screaming for a release, so in a few minutes you were having an orgasm against his mouth.

With your worked out body, you pulled off and sat on his lap, seeing the bottom half of his face glistening because of you. Felipe cracked a smile, holding your waist.

“I can’t wait until you wear that bikini, I won’t be able to hold myself.”

“I can’t wait either.”

[doll-elvis]

I AGREE SO MUCH ABOUT CHILD BRIDE. i went into it knowing nothing about the author, and in the forward shes really emphasizing how crazily obsessed she was with priscilla so i guess i was expecting it to be a sympathetic view of her😭 definitely not. what is suzzanes problem dear lord. shes so convinced and desperate to tell you that priscilla was some evil teenaged succubus out for rockstar blood. jesus christ. like girl even if she actually was who gives a shit????? same goes for currie grant. i dont care if he showed the author concrete evidence on a golden platter that he was telling the truth. hes just such an obvious sleazeball. just disgusting……. and she dedicates like 300 chapters to him saying over and over again that he fucked 14yo priscilla and that she was into it. babe they couldve had a steamy decade-long affair and NOBODY would care because he is literally just some random creep ass loser 13 years older than her. and when it comes to his attempted rape of her hes literally like “no i didnt try to rape her i just [decribes attempting to rape her]”. i really dont know suzzanes backstory but she is insane.

but uh. anyways that aside i did enjoy parts of the book for the more in depth view of the story. like suzzanne has such intense bias that really shows throughout but even with that it was still a great way to understand some of the situations a little better… i wish elvis and me was a little more detailed but i can appreciate how and why it is. and i am strangely curious about the actual nature of priscilla and curries relationship (i dont think they ever had consensual sex but i do believe he attacked her before elvis left germany and that leaves me curious as to why she still hung around him afterwards... i.e. those pictures of her to send to elvis that he took)

sorry for the huge wall of text im just.... very .. intrigued? by the book? its just so bizarre and raises a lot of questions lol.

“Currie’s like “No I didn’t try to r*pe her I just [describes atttempting to r*pe her]”

YES THANK YOU!!

if I could, in my own words, summarize the transcript of the conversation between Priscilla & Currie it would be this ⬇️

Currie: I didn’t r*pe you

Priscilla: You forced yourself on me

Currie: I didn’t force anything, you just weren’t into it

Priscilla: So you didn’t try to kiss me?

Currie: Well yeah I was trying to kiss you, you just wouldn’t kiss me back. You were very cold

again that was just my own words so not the actual transcript but that is exactly what I got out of that conversation- which is Currie denying he forced anything on her while simultaneously describing just how unresponsive she was to his advances, so THANK YOU for articulating that perfectly

He is an absolute sleaze-ball as you said, and clearly did not realize he was incriminating himself throughout that whole exchange

like even if Currie’s version of the events were true (I highly doubt it), he still committed statutory r*pe. Perhaps Suzanne and him don’t understand the age of consent but a fourteen year old girl cannot consent to intercourse, so anything he may or may not have actually done to her is still R*PE, whether she seemed willing or not. I’m completely abhorred that a biographer would give a man like that such a large platform and not only that, but agree/go with the story he tells- I’m sickened by it

and god, his reasoning as to why he wouldn’t need to r*pe Priscilla is just the most insane thing I’ve ever read ⬇️

“I had at least ten girls that I could call any night and go have sex with them,” countered Currie. “I’m not bragging—at least ten. I didn’t need to rape anybody ”

excerpt is from “Child Bride” by Suzanne Finstad

okay like?? Ted Bundy had a longtime girlfriend and yet he still went out and s*xually assaulted and murdered women… what’s your point, Currie?

what also bothers me is that Suzanne Finstad is sitting on the full audio tapes of that conversation between Priscilla and Currie, and knowing her history of misquoting people and writing things that don’t line up with other testimonies, I wouldn’t be surprised in the very least if parts of that tape have been conveniently left out, or transcribed wrong, as she converted it from audio to text

like the whole 1961 photoshoot, as you mentioned, is something that I just wish I could hear Priscilla explain for herself

Priscilla Presley and Currie Grant in 1961

It does raise the question if what she said transpired was true why would she ever want to be alone with Currie again, and better yet, why would Elvis willingly put her in a situation like that?

Especially when he was aware of the attempted r*pe ⬇️

MARTY LACKER: “There was a guy who used to bring Priscilla around to Elvis’s house some, over there in Germany. He would take her home to her parents’ place, and then he’d go back to the barracks. Well, he was a scumbag. He was using cute little girls to get into the house, to be around Elvis. And he tried to put the make on Priscilla one night when he took her home. She says in her book that he tried to rape her. But he didn’t succeed. Elvis told us about it, himself”

excerpt is from “Elvis and the Memphis Mafia” by Alanna Nash

The only explanation in my mind that makes sense is that perhaps Currie Grant was Elvis’ only remaining contact in Germany- or at least the only person in contact with Priscilla- and since he was so desperate to see her again, maybe thought that the reward outweighed the risk

And obviously a 15-year-old Priscilla was still reeling over him leaving Germany and would likely agree to anything to please him…plus since it was Elvis who asked Currie to take the photos, maybe she thought if Elvis trusted him to do that, she could trust him as well ?

And although I doubt she intended too, Suzanne inadvertently said something similar when trying to do one of those logical fallacies that she does throughout the duration of “Child Bride” ⬇️

“Priscilla, despite her claim that Currie tried to rape her, was thrilled to oblige, “desperate” for word from Elvis, through Currie”

excerpt is from “Child Bride” by Suzanne Finstad

I feel like Suzanne is basically answering the dilemma herself despite her attempt to point out the inconsistency in Priscilla’s behavior (her being afraid of Currie, but also being around him)

Priscilla was willing to be photographed by her attempted assaulter as she was desperate for contact from Elvis and Currie just happened to be that link between them

and I have to say, my original response to the ask that I received about “Child Bride” was something that I was worried about posting as many of the more passionate anti-Priscilla crowd tend to treat it like it’s their Bible but WHEW- I am beyond relieved that so many people have also seen just how outrageous that book is, especially the narrative that Suzanne Finstad goes with- like as you said, trying to make a fourteen-year-old Priscilla out to be some “teenaged succubus” LMAOOO (that took me out 💀)

I honestly consider myself to be Priscilla-neutral despite what some people assume of me based on some my posts 🤧 and so because of that, I am very open to reading and discussing the valid criticisms against her HOWEVER- I have no time in my day to take someone like Currie Grant seriously so that is why the first half of “Child Bride” (chapters about Germany and what fourteen-year-old Priscilla may or may not have done) are just what ruin the whole book for me

And it’s a shame because again, there are some very valid things that Suzanne points out about Priscilla, especially the things that were left out of “Elvis and me”; like her inconsistencies in recalling certain events, her sometimes questionable character (treatment of others), her possible greed (suing and more suing) and the biggest one to me- her involvement in Scientology… but all of that is just dampered by Suzanne’s god awful commentary and god awful judgement

also girl please do not apologize for sending this in- I sincerely thank you for adding to the conversation about this book as I think these kinds of discussions are so beneficial and I’m just truly grateful to be able to have them with y’all- I’ve fr learned so much from your guys’ insight

and since there is such a surplus of information about Elvis (and Priscilla), I feel like the best way to navigate through it all is by breaking it down like this, and so if y’all ever want to talk about another book feel free to send in your thoughts <3!!!

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Abortion

One of the “hottest” and most controversial subjects in the news these days is the subject of abortion, the act of extracting a fetus from the uterus of a woman prior to its birth. In fact, the subject of abortion has been an issue with us for years, even at times, a determining factor in our elections. Women protest that laws outlawing abortion rob them of their natural right to control their own bodies. Then there are those who look to religion as prohibitive of abortion, serving only to exacerbate the issue, complicating it further. So what do we do? What is right? What is wrong?

I believe this. There are legitimate reasons for a woman to have an abortion. There are, also, illegitimate reasons. Abortion is not the real issue. The real issue is murder; and that is plainly covered in the Holy Bible—The Ten Commandments. Abortion not only has to do with the rights of a pregnant mother, it has to do with the rights of an innocent, unborn child who cannot speak for himself, a fact more often than not neglected. Once a human has life, he (or she) has inalienable rights.

I do not believe in abortion except when the life of the mother is in jeopardy. There are those who will add babies resulting from rape and incest to this, and there are still others who want the right to abort unwanted babies at will. I don’t agree with that either. Neither do I believe women are being denied their right to control their bodies.

I’m an old man. I’ve seen a lot of streetcars go by over many years. Trust me. I understand the difficulties in what I’m saying. We are people. We are human, and sexual passion is an overwhelming force with which objective logic is incompatible; but women are not being denied their right to control their body. In fact they are intimately involved in every decision in the process of their pregnancies. They are involved in deciding as to whether they have sex or don’t have sex. They can always say, “No”! If their decision is “Yes”, they can insist on birth control, either by using it themselves or demand the use of such by their partner. If, after sex, pregnancy ensues, they can decide between placing their child for adoption or keep it. In cases of rape or incest, the same decision is also available. Adoption is the answer.

If abortion is considered, we must determine when life begins? The Bible tells us, “For the life of a creature is in the blood…” Leviticus 17:11. Perhaps the first beat of the heart is the answer.

In the final analysis, I believe unwanted babies should be placed for adoption. It is the right thing to do. It is the moral thing to do. It is the patriotic thing to do. There is no limit to the demand for children in our society. It is a matter of fact that our people are producing less and less babies, and our population is diminishing—thus my use of the word patriotism. Sex is one of the most desirable aspects of our life. Not only does it contribute to the reproduction of our population, it supplies us with love and affection, the one thing in life more desired by the human species than anything else.

In closing, I must add. We should not criminalize abortion in this nation under any circumstance. Our prisons are full enough, and we would do better in spending our taxpayer dollars to help support the babies we want to destroy. From: Steven P. Miller, @ParkermillerQ, gatekeeperwatchman.org , TM, ‎Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups. #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #SPARKERMILLER Thursday, January 2, 2025, Jacksonville, Florida USA 6:22:51 PM https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA www.facebook.com/gatekeeperwatchnan www.facebook.com/ Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956

[paulineagain]

For this week’s writing exercise, I sat down to imagining “girlness,” I was drawn to a very young character in my WIP: the daughter of one of the heroines. I imagine her here a little older than she is in the current story. She is disabled, realizing her asexuality and understanding that her status as a “natural child” will always mark her in early 19th century America. The standards that set her apart aren’t going to dismay her, though. Embracing our personal differentness without saying we’re sorry, especially for women and girls, is also a way to break the rules.

Thank you for including me – and all of us – in this opportunity @bettsfic and @books. It has been a great opportunity for me to dive deeper into so much that I love about writing.

Being born unable to hear came with a lot of rules. She knew that instinctively, never being told. Smile when people’s lips moved, even though they make no effort to be understood. Avoid nodding. They might be asking for something you cannot or will not give. Stick to your own, if you can. They make accommodations for you, and you for them.

The school for the deaf was far away. It was on a river, but nothing like the one back home, and the people were as cold as the weather. Dyed in the wool Protestants from Puritan ancestors, they wore their collars high and their expressions sour. Nothing like the people back home who she knew, again instinctively, her teachers thought of as indolent and lazy. Easy words of misunderstanding and dismissal.

She was called Joy here, even though her name was really Joie. The teachers corrected her with the signs for J-O-Y when she wrote her name in French at the top of her parchment. She would have to cross it out and write the hated letters given in terse movements of fingers gnarled by hard scrubbing and a lack of moister. These women seemed to have no joy, and she was often surprised that they could even spell the word.

Knowing another life, full of people who loved and accepted her for who and what she was, did not soften the hard edges. She came to the school at age ten and now, two years later, she counted days rather than months. Her mother, with a heart in the right place, said that five years away from all she loved would be enough. Seven, though, would be better. Joie wanted out now, and if her mother knew what they told her here she might agree.

Women could not, according to her teachers, achieve more than hearth and husband, home and children. They drilled this into her and her eager classmates. These girls, for the genders were separated in and out of class, giggled and passed notes about boys. Joie didn’t see the attraction. Boys were fine to talk to, and run after in a game of tag. Some of her finest friends were boys but Joie didn’t understand why girls fussed over them. Most of all, she knew she never wanted to marry.

She avoided telling anything but the most obvious when asked about her family, too. The people at this place would mock her for a mother who was a sea captain, an aunt who practiced medicine and a father she did know. Their rules said everything about her family was upside down and sideways. Everything about it was incorrect.

Her own ambitions, also unspoken, were wrong too. Joie dreamed of making her own way in the arts. Her love of portraiture bloomed here, perhaps the only thing that did besides the climbing roses on the shady side of the girl’s dormitory. She hoped to make a life for herself with her talent, and to one day say she had painted every rich Creole lady and praline seller back home. They all held their own fascination, and deserved a place in posterity.

Like the roses that chose the difficulty of a different path in the shade, but managed still to bloom in profusion each year, Joie imagined thriving. Against the odds, and all the rules, she saw herself thriving on her own. Like her mother who could aim and prime a cannon and her aunt who could save lives with surgery, their Joie would succeed. Just five more patient years, and the rules would all but be forgotten.

[lafortis]

if you have more modern rap suggestions i'd love to hear them! i really dig 90s/00s underground rap but i haven't found a lot of new stuff that scratches that same itch.

Lemme come back to this later because I gotta go light some stuff, but yeah, pretty much that's just kinda how it is. In terms of west coast hip hop, kendrick and earl have been holding down the lyricism department for a good ten years now (side note: absolutely criminal we never got them on the same track, and I think we're well past the point in both their careers where it would even make sense, but they're big fans of each others work lmao). Earls old shit (I'm thinking of Doris mainly, and somewhat I Dont Like Shit I Don't Go Outside) is more grungy and old-school sounding, but also he was young and Odd Future, so there's a lot of misogyny, shock horror ass lyrics with violence against women as a main theme repeatedly (which he's since recanted aggressively and last I saw he mostly makes fun of fans of his earlier music and by extension himself for being like that lmao), his new stuff is more mellow but also less bar heavy (just imo, some people love it even more). Mavi is someone I haven't had the time to get into much but heard recently, and he literally just sounds like 2013 Earl vocally, but with some solid modern bars and production, so that's nice. MIKE is also seemingly pretty earl influenced, but again, haven't got into him myself. They're both east coast tho. Actually calling Earl west coast feels crazy cus he's so heavily DOOM inspired, almost feels like dudes inspired by him being east coast makes more sense lol. Vince Staples is a no-brainer if you haven't heard of him, he's pretty much the exact description of what you're looking for I think. I started with Summertime '06 because that was what he put out when I was getting into hiphop, but his first project Hell Can Wait EP was great too, and he only got better and more artistic from there. I've never been into Jay Rock a ton, but his feature verses on Kendricks shit do a lot for me, and ScHoolboy Q makes mostly just bangers and gang shit but in a fairly old-school kinda way I guess. Not ab soul tho. Everyone on black hippy (the group comprised of those two, Kendrick and him) can get a shoutout except for ab soul. He's ruined too many of my fav songs with wack features lmao.

Freddie Gibbs is another AA rapper that sounds very old school and VERY west coast, but he's actually in the news literally right now about some allegations so maybe fuck him? seems uncertain and also as a fan of old school hip hop you may be less shocked by (especially gang affiliated) rappers being Not Good People, but still, it's 2024 and it'd be nice to bring that energy to hiphop at large.

In east coast terms... Fuck. Who do I even listen to that's east coast lol. Well, Run The Jewels is also a no-brainer, and El-P is NY at least lol. All three of their albums and any of their solo stuff would be great for you. J Cole is to me the epitome of mid, but lots of people who profess an appreciation for the old school seem to like him, so hey. I'd just 2014 Forest Hills Drive as a starting point I think. In the Midwest Chance the Rapper was great, and could be great again. You could start with Acid Rap or 10 Day, move on to Coloring Book, and then just pretend Chance's Big Day doesn't exist like the rest of us. Denzel Curry is solid as hell these days but I've never gotten into a whole project, just singles like Ultimate, RICKY, Walkin, and especially SUMO | ZUMO (iirc I was like "did he just say Zuko lmao" and that's what got me into him). Oh and Your Old Droog is highly spoken of but I haven't gotten into him personally, just no time lol.

Flying Lotus's rap alter ego Captain Murphy is great, I've never listened to one of his full projects tho. Really backpacker ass Kendrick fans have always recommended Ka, specifically Honor Killed the Samurai, to me, but personally I just bounce off it every time. Might be of interest tho. And finally, if you're interested in some more experimental shit, first you should go ask Brett afloweroutofstone (not tagging him but that's literally his brand), but second I'd say CLPPNG by clipping. is a good experimental album with great bars. Also Daveed Diggs was in Hamilton but we just don't talk about that.

Anyway I gotta go do my job but hope this helps!

Edit: rereading this and I realize I absolutely do not have to come back to this lmao. That's pretty much all my good recommendations

[kateis-cakeis]

Gonna do the rare thing and add to a post but I'd also say:

License plate = number plate, this to me is the most common term I've ever heard. "What's your reg" is something I've heard garages use when I'm booking in an appointment, but number plate is what people around me use for sure.

Auto shop = Garage.

Rest stops = Service stations/Services

I'd would say janitor is closer to a cleaner, and caretaker is a word I've only used to refer to a caretaker of a school.

I would always always always always use junction for intersection, I've never used crossroad in my life. People around me use junction too, never crossroad.

I'd say in addition to cheers when it comes to thanks, people do use ta too.

For me, with mailbox, I would never ever say postbox, I would always say letterbox.

I don't know if this is just me and the people around me, but for chips (fries), I use chips for thick chips, and fries for really thin chips (like ones at Mcdonalds).

Maybe an addition for purse is that, at least from what I've experienced, a purse (as in wallet) is always for women, no matter the design, and a wallet is always for men, no matter the design. This might be less so these days, but it's something I grew up with for sure. But something of note for older characters!!

Again, don't know if this is just me and people around me, but, cookies are cookies and biscuits are biscuits. As in a chocolate chip cookie is always gonna be called a cookie. A custard cream will always be called a biscuit. This is just an example, but basically if it's soft and chewy - cookie. If it's hard and has a snap to it - biscuit. Therefore, in my mind, an Oreo is a biscuit, I rest my case :P

(As a side note, American biscuits to me are closer to dumplings from the dish mince and dumplings than they are to scones. This is less relevant to Americanisms vs Britishisms but just, I'm tired of the wrong comparison being made)

I'd only refer to a wardrobe for closet if it's one of those tall standing on its own ones, but everything else is a cupboard.

I'd say for the banknote bit, I definitely say twenty (not twenny). I don't know if this is just me, but I never say tenner. I'd say "do you have ten quid", referring to the note, and someone may reply, "I only have a twenty/I only have a fiver". But yeah tenner just isn't in my vocab. And I'd rarely ever say note unless I was being specific for some reason.

But yeah most people I know use 'quid' for amounts higher than a pound. Especially if it's casual. I really do fluctuate between saying, let's say, fifty pound vs fifty quid.

I would say postie is more common than postman these days. I mean even Royal Mail uses it in their emails.

In terms of every day meds, we tend to use paracetamol (acetaminophen) as our go to rather than strictly ibuprofen or aspirin, and we definitely don't use brand names. (The paracetamol is true for me and the people I know, but this is also an observation from my American partner)

Y'all can also be 'translated' to yous.

Hair salon = Hairdressers

As usual, I would highly recommend that if a character is from a specific town, research the local dialect. And not just that, but also research what dialect is actively used. One example is the use of bairn by northerners and Scottish people.

At least you mentioned Morrisons and Asda, OP, I'm so damn sick of hearing about Tesco in fics, I don't even live near a Tesco dhjfghdsfg

PANTIES ARE KNICKERS. This is the only one that upsets me because ughhh I hate the word panties sdhfghsdfg. Knickers <3

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Ultimately, this is fic, and I know brit-picking was something betas would do back in the day (a lot less common now?), but I've written in American fandoms and done the basics like writing couch instead of sofa - but I didn't do it with everything because I didn't know everything.

Lists like this are always going to miss a lot of context, a lot of dialect, a lot of regional differences, and a lot of personal differences that characters have baked into them (as far as I know using the word underground for subway is only a thing for London, a bathroom is still a bathroom, but toilet is used in public and for saying you're nipping to the loo, some northerners use the word pants instead of trousers)

Therefore, if you can't do it all, or if it's too much to do any of this, it's okay, I understand, fic is for fun. But if you did wanna use this, this post is a great resource, I imagine especially as people add to it!!!

American to English translation for fic

So I read and write fanfic, as do lots of others, and I've noticed that when it comes to British shows or movies, Americanisms or American terms crop up often. It's mostly because most don't know we have specific terms for things in the UK, and I've seen references here and there before, but I've decided to write one of my own. Feel free to add to it tho! I'm gonna put it up on Ao3 too and any additions, I'll reference the tumblr and link them on Ao3 too.

Anyway, here we go I guess.

Some Americanisms to English-isms

Gas = fuel/petrol/diesel (we tend to specify the type of fuel the vehicle uses, diesel vehicle or petrol vehicle for example)

Gas station = petrol/fuel station

Gas court = petrol/fuel court, or sometimes forecourt (not often with this one tho)

License plate = registration plate/reg

Diner = cafe

Fast-food = takeaway (this is sort of interchangeable. McDonald's is called fast food, a meal from a pizza place that delivers is takeaway)

Motel = hotel

Side-note: We tend to use specific named hotel chains like Premier Inn (or Prem-Inn for short) or Holiday Inn or Travelodge. We also have Britannia Hotels and several others. If the fic is based in a specific place, local hotels or famous ones may be better options. For example, in Liverpool, we have The Shankly or Adelphi.

Cab = taxi or black hac for a specific type of taxi.

Side-note: These are what you see in BBC Sherlock, for example, and are a UK staple. They're less popular or common-place nowadays but there are dedicated taxi companies that use them. There's on in my town that operates until 4pm each day. They are also usually more expensive than a car taxi but they have oodles of space and you can have a pram/buggy kept upright rather than folded-down in them which is brilliant.

Cop = police officer

Side note: more informal, colloquial terms include "copper", "the fuzz", "tit-head" (because of the nipple hat okay, just look up the hat, it's hilarious), "bobby", "rozzer" (pronounced r-o-z-er not Row-zer), and "the bill" (there's an actual show called this btw. It can be a good reference for anyone writing crime fic in UK). There's more but those are the most common. Older terms do include "peelers" and "old bill".

Second side-note: the police have a whole host of terms, colloquial and slang that can be a great thing to include in fic, which I'll link a glossary of here. It's not all UK centric but cross-country policing is a thing so that may just be a boon imho. Also the short-hand acroynmns used are useful so here's a link to the Metropolitan Police glossary of those too!

Patrolman = constable or police constable

Antenna = aerial or TV aerial

Fall (season) = autumn

Bill = banknote or specifically "tenner", "fiver", "twenny" (not "twenty"). We don't have single banknotes like a dollar bill. We have pound coins

Dimes, nickels, etc = pound coin, two-pound coin, fifty-pence, penny, two-pence, five-pence, ten-pence, twenty-pence (link here about the coin currency)

Drug store = chemist or pharmacy

Optometrist = optician

Primary care physician = GP (general practitioner) here's a link about UK medical terms for doctors etc

Side-note: here's a link about medical terminologies etc between American and UK

Social security number = national insurance number

Liquor store = off-license or, specifically, Bargain Booze™

Liquor = spirits (usually)

Store = shop

Target, Walmart, etc = honestly, it's probably gonna be Tesco, ASDA, Morrisons, ALDI or Lidl

Superstore = supermarket

Shopping cart = shopping trolley or just "trolley"

Yard-sale = car-boot/car-bootie/car-boot sale

Attorney = barrister or solicitor (solicitors you go to for legal help, barristers tend to be involved in actual court matters, like a the Crown Prosecution Service), here's a link that explains it better

Janitor = caretaker

French-fries = chips (although McDonald's French-fries are just that, French-fries)

Intersection = crossroad

Highway/freeway = motorway

Interstate = usually an A-road or a motorway, we don't really have interstates here)

Overpass = flyover

Turnpike = toll motorway

Windshield = windscreen

Trunk of a car = boot or car boot

Hood of a car = bonnet or car bonnet

Truck = lorry

Sedan = saloon car

Blowout = puncture or flat tyre

Pavement = road

Sidewalk = path

Subway = underground (like the London Underground)

Drapes = curtains (though we do use "drapes" we tend to say "curtains" more)

Pacifier = dummy or "dodo" or "dodi"

Diaper = nappie or a pull-up (if its like underwear for toddlers)

Baby crib = baby cot (though we do use "crib", we tend to say "cot" more)

Baby carriage/pushchair/stroller = pram or buggy (more specific type tho, here's a link about the differences)

Trash/garbage can = bin, dustbin, rubbish bin

Garbage/trash collector = binman/binmen

Mail = post

Mailman = postman

Mailbox = postbox

The movies = cinema or pictures

Movie = film (less common nowadays with influence of Americanisms but I still use "film" and a lot of people my age and older do too (25+)

First floor = ground floor okay, it's the ground floor because it's on ground level

Sneakers = unless they're Converse, it's probably just "trainers"

Baggage = luggage

Purse (as in the bag) = handbag, or "purse" but that tends to be the thing you put your money and cards in then put in your handbag

Vacuum cleaner = hoover or a specific brand like Henry Hoover™, which you'll find we tend to just call Henry (though I have a John Lewis hoover I got from George, ASDA that I've named 'George' and yes, I do say "I need to use George in a bit to hoover" regularly)

Sweater = jumper or, if it buttons up it's a cardigan or cardi

Closet = wardrobe

Elevator = lift

Call collect = reverse charges

Schools = we have primary/infants (11yrs)and secondary/high school (11-16yo) with some high schools have sixth-form college (16-18yo) or actual independent colleges for the same ages

College = university

Semester = term

Vacation = holiday

Kindergarten = nursey/reception

Flashlight = torch

Wrench = spanner

Backyard = garden

Cookie = biscuits

Chips = crisps (like Walkers™ or Lays™ in the States)

Pants = trousers

Cottoncandy = candyfloss

Dude = bloke/fella/mate

John Doe = John Smith

Exhausted (tired) = knackered

Cell phone = mobile

Cell data = mobile data/4G/5G

Bathroom/restroom = loo/toilet (informal term "bog")

Thanks = cheers

Soccer = football

Y'all = "you lot"

Fuck off/hit the road/go away = bugger off

Some slang phrases too

Bits and bobs = stuff, usually random

Take the mick/mickey = making fun of someone or over-exaggerating

Bob's your uncle = there you go, basically

Bog standard = typical, run of the mill kind of deal

Gutted = feel upset, disappointed

Dull as dishwater = basically really, really fuckin boring

Chinwag = basically "shooting the breeze" or just having a talk/chat

.

If you have any others that you think of or want added, reblog and add em! Tags too if you'd prefer but reblogs would be easier ☺️

[7r0773r]

Varieties of Exile by Mavis Gallant

Nothing was more conducive to moral disaster than a good female mind left to fester and rot. Keeping busy with lessons would prevent Ninette from dwelling on imponderables, such as where one's duty to parents ends and what was liable to happen on her wedding night. (The Fenton Child, p. 23)

***

Nora's father was a convert, but he fitted in. He had found the change no more difficult than digging up irises to put in tulips. If something annoying occurred—say, some new saint he thought shouldn't even have been in the running—he would say, "I didn't sign on for that." (The Fenton Child, p. 24)

***

"Ray doesn't quite stand there with his hand out," Uncle Victor had been heard to say. "But a lot of the time he finds something in it." (The Fenton Child, p. 27)

***

Nora had to herself the room she had shared with her sister. She placed Gerry's framed high school graduation portrait on the dresser and kissed the glass, and spread her belongings in all the dresser drawers. Before long, her mother moved in and took over the empty bed. She was having her change of life and had to get up in the night to put on a fresh nightgown and replace the pillowcases soaked with sweat. After about a week of it, Ray came to the door and turned on the overhead light. He said, "How long is it going on for?"

"I don't know. Go back to bed. You need your sleep." He walked away, leaving the light on. Nora went barefoot to switch it off. She said, "What does it feel like, exactly?" Her mother's voice in the dark sounded girlish, like Gerry's. "As if somebody dipped a towel in boiling-hot water and threw it over your head."

"I'm never getting married," Nora said.

"Being married has nothing to do with it."

"Will it happen to Gerry?"

"Nuns get all the women's things," said her mother. (The Fenton Child, p. 28)

***

In the next room, Ray thumped on the wall and said,

"Either we all get up and waltz or we pipe down and get some sleep." (The Fenton Child, p. 30)

***

Whenever he was reproached about something—by my mother, for instance—[my father] just said, "Don't make my life dark for me." What could you do? He certainly made her life dark for her. (The End of the World, p. 47)

***

Unconsciously, everyone under the age of ten knows everything. Under-ten can come into a room and sense at once everything felt, kept silent, held back in the way of love, hate, and desire, though he may not have the right words for such sentiments. It is part of the clairvoyant immunity to hypocrisy we are born with and that vanishes just before puberty. (The Doctor, p. 78)

***

My godmother shut the front door and leaned her back against it. It is in this surprisingly dramatic pose that I recall her. It would be unfair to repeat what I think I saw then, for she and I were to meet again once, only once, many years after this, and I might substitute a lined face for a smooth one and tough, large-knuckled hands for fingers that may have been delicate. One has to allow elbowroom in the account of a rival: "She must have had something" is how it generally goes, long after the initial "What can he see in her? He must be deaf and blind." Georgie, explained by my mother as being the natural daughter of Sarah Bernhardt and a stork, is only a shadow, a tracing, with long arms and legs and one of those slightly puggy faces with pulled-up eyes. (Voices Lost in Snow, p. 96)

***

There is a girl in a Stefan Zweig novel who says to her lover, "Is that all?" I had pondered this carefully many years before, for I supposed it had something unexpected to do with sex. Now I gave it another meaning, which was that where women were concerned men were satisfied with next to nothing. If every woman was a situation, she was somehow always the same situation, and what was expected from the woman—the situation—was so limited it was insulting. I had a large opinion of what I could do and provide, yet it came down to "Is that all? Is that all you expect?" (Varieties of Exile, p. 150)

[blueshining]

tagged by @shizukais thank you! :D

Rules: ten different female characters from ten different fandoms

1. Koizumi Risa (Lovely Complex)

2. Mikako Kouda (Gokinjo Monogatari)

3. Noda Megumi (Nodame Cantabile)

4. Juri Katou (Digimon Tamers)

5. Nia Teppelin (TTGL)

6. Sakura Kinomoto (CCS)

7. Minako Aino (Sailor Moon)

9. Hokuto Sumeragi (Tokyo Babylon)

10. Ayako (Slam Dunk)

Tagging: @its-a-kasshu-thing, @trash-chibisanity, @nostalgicboys, @almanaye

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Hello, Oldie Chinese Diaspora Anon™️ here for this questioning anon 

Before I say anything, I just want to say: “Thanks for caring about the welfare of the workers.” Simply put, a lot of folks can’t even bring themselves to care about that. There is more than one way to look at recasts as a phenomenon and I am happy to meet you where you want to start. I hope I get to answer your one burning question here and hopefully, our mileage doesn’t vary much.

Recast BJDs are considered toys. The factory behind the largest recast company is based in Xianxi province. The workforce, according to the company’s official profile, is comprised of two parallel production lines and up to 100 people (https://chinabjd.en.alibaba.com/company_profile.html). These are considered basic labourers (instead of skilled labourers). The photos mentioned by the other commentators in the blog can be found in the profiles of this factory. These profiles are created for the purpose of attracting investors and foreign business partners. This is the company at its best behaviour – and even when they try hard, it’s not difficult to see that PPEs are not universal. They stated that their maximum capacity for production is 1000 Minifees/month and 6000 Shuga Fairy dolls/month. Their stated sales volume is between US$2.5 Million - US$5 Million yearly. Keep those numbers in mind for me, will you?

According to this internal report done in 2019, toy factories are among some of the worst industries when it came to workers’ rights. The report covered several different toy factories in Guangzhou (which is considered to have a higher standard of living than Xianxi). ( https://chinalaborwatch.org/zh/the-dark-side-of-the-glittering-world-a-report-on-exploitation-in-toy-factories-in-china/ ) Some of the findings in this latest report include:

1. Stagnant wages that are not sustainable: The basic poverty line is approx. $2818RMB ($404.48USD)/month per person in Guangzhou. Most factory workers earn somewhere around $1410-1720 ($202.38-$246.88USD)/month regularly. In order to earn enough money to live, they are forced to take on OT. 2. The law dictates that OT cannot go over 36 hours a month. In an earlier report, the average OT hours for a worker was 150 hours, in the 2019 report, it’s 100 hours. The highest recorded OT hours per month was 175 hours. 3. Lack of PPEs – the report indicate that all the workers are exposed to organic solvents due to the open-air nature of the factories. The workers themselves do not know what they are being exposed to. There’s a general lack of PPEs for the workers and a lack of safety equipment (such as hardhats and face shields) 4. Workers live in company dormitories with bare-minimum facilities (photos in the article itself). Ten to 15 people live in the same room and use the same fan. AC is only available in some dormitories. Verbal abuse is common. In a 2013 report, 70% of female workers reported sexual harassment in the workplace. 5. Unions are illegal. 6. No protection when it comes to pregnant workers. Pregnant workers are expected to take on OT like everybody else. No extra PPEs set aside for female workers. Women are more likely to get yelled at than male coworkers.

Similarly, in another 2019 report, the writer asked “Why can’t the factories find workers?” (https://zhuanlan.zhihu.com/p/98590740 )The recent survey showed that people would rather go work in the service industry (most commonly as food delivery personnel or couriers) instead of working in the factories. One of the biggest reasons is the pay – the factory’s pay is not on par with inflation. An example was given in the article. A factory is looking for an injection mould line worker (the type that is required to make vinyl dolls) – if your work hours are completely within the legal limit, your monthly pay is $2200RMB. If you want to survive (see poverty line above), then you have to willingly give up the legal protection you have and take on OT. Any kind of company insurance is -not- included in the wage.

The author did some calculations – in order to earn $4000/month ($574.45USD), you are expected to take on 100 hours of OT per month. In order to earn $6000/month ($861.64 USD), it will take 200 hours of OT a month.

Worse yet, a lot of factories cannot afford to train new workers. It means working in a factory for a new person is potentially dangerous (esp without insurance as a safety net). Any injury incurred while working would be on the workers themselves. And if they are injured severely, they will get laid off. The socialized medicine in China is bare-bones and inadequate. Most people end up having to pay out of their own pocket to ensure that they can even get any care. Humans, it turns out, are probably the most expendable resource in China.

Taking the economic circumstances into consideration, there’s a very good chance that the people who work for the recaster in Xianxi are living under worse conditions than the ones reported (which usually focus on traditionally factory-heavy districts closer to the East coast). If you think these numbers are atrocious, just remember, there is a reason why recasts are so cheap.

P.S.: According to the recaster’s company profile, they have a 3D rapid prototyping machine. Today is a sad day, indeed.

~Anonymous

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. I can't even trustt this "cute" moment between zeus and artemis bc rachel is just way too anti zeus and too big of a fan of "twist" villains that I just have the feeling she's going to use this as a stepping stone to set up artemis the next villain because idk she doesnt like hades still and be like oh what BETRAYAL of persephone! now both of the twins should be punished now! or w/e.

2. It's not just that a time skip is lazy and out of place, if you're just going to flashback to explain what happened anyway, then don't do a time skip? Just show the progression as you already have done? Why skip ahead only to jump back? She's basically trying to do too many things at once and none of it is done well.

3. the wild part to me is has rachel ACTUALLY read the old texts? because they're way more progressive than her work. demeter's hymn praised her and persephone while calling out the abuse of men, women like aphrodite (who has a ton of sex with many partners) or artemis who didnt have sex were all held to high respect and never shamed for their choices, and stories like the odyssey/Iliad explicitly called out slavery, yet rachel is here in 2022 being ore conservative than men from 800 BC. like???

4. A time skip in LO isn’t a bad idea in and of itself. We’ve been complaining about RS’s slow pacing for years and she’s finally taking a different approach, which is good! The only problem is that her execution of the time skip ends up leaving out integral and interesting details about how the characters’ relationships with each other have changed in the decade since we’ve seen them. I was looking forwards to Minthe and Perse reconciliation arc but we don’t even know how they grew to that point

5. I love the her current look is a "turn off" line tho bc it's both persephone being aware hades is a gross old man who only dates under 25 years olds but doesnt seem to linger on this realization (P is legit so stupid) but also that rachel has zero self awareness that shes not a very good artist bc persephone still looks exactly the same despite being ten years older. like rachel will just say whatever lie she thinks up despite direct contradiction in comic and be like wow im such a good writer

6. Out of all things wrong with LO, I don't think I mind the switch from serious to silly in the mid-season premiere chapter? The part where Zeus gets threatened with ConSEqueNCEs for punishing Persephone is dumb as hell, but the transition to her speaking to the screen like she's talking to the audience before revealing something ridiculous is a tried and tested way of moving to a new scene, so I kinda like it. It's marred by her talk of pierced ears and green hands, but it's not bad.

7. How did you get into  Lore Olympus  in  the first place?

From OP: I found LO after seeing a lot of ads for it. I already knew of its existence but decided to try it because why not (I think I got into it around episode 70ish). I was obsessed with it, not solely because of the romance but because of the art. However, I started to question a lot of the stuff in the story and looked through youtube and tumblr to see if I was the only one feeling this way. Surprise surprise, I wasn’t and now I’m here lol.

8. I'm confused with the whole Artemis being called protector of women. You'd think she would do something to earn that title, but all she did was ask to be with Persephone in the mortal realm? It makes zero sense.

9. I know changing your physical appearance is sometimes an external sign that a change is going on internally but... did RS really have Persephone pierce her ears as the ONLY sign of her taking her life into her hands? I don't mind it as a heavy-handed metaphor but girl has done the bare minimum in ten years (a punishment she was happy with until they actually sentenced her with it) and you're telling me it's #girlboss because she pierced her ears???

10. What's so annoying about the timeskip too is it's not just lazy, it makes the last FOUR YEARS be for nothing. HxP relationship is exactly the same and their characterization is stagnant, big deals like Leto and Kronos are just swept to the side, Eros and Psyche was dropped I guess? Minthe and Daphne is resolved off scrteen, and the now the actual myth is supposed to start after FOUR YEARS of nothing happening? It's just a waste of everyone's time, but Rachel gets rich off of it at least 🤨

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Letter from Lucile Desmoulins to her mother, telling her about the Insurrection of August 10th

How many tears I have shed, my dear maman, since yesterday at midnight when the toscin started ringing, without bothering to stop until today, at one o'clock in the afternoon. We are victorious, the castle is burning and the blood of the Swiss is flowing. Suivau (Suleau) had his head cut off; one paraded it throughout Paris yesterday. C(amille) had said to him: ”My dear, if you want to fight for the king you will be hanged tomorrow.” What C(amille) said was only too true, the monsters had rained cannon shots on the dome of the castle, and the unfortunate Marseilles suffered the first volley; the king is at the National Assembly, they are dying of stupidity, they are waiting for the assembly to pronounce on his forfeiture; Lafayette is in Paris, one is going to tear down his house, one is carrying the tatters of the clothes of the Swiss on the end of pikes, there are a lot of wounded, but thank God none of our Parisian patriots are among them. C(amille) does not leave the commune or the section.

I believe that now the patriots and the people are going to camp at the Tuilleries. Mme Danton (illegible word) we do not leave each other, when I would have liked to flee it would have been impossible, the women are kept from going out, it is impossible for C(amille) to leave, and events follow one another too quickly for me to be able to leave myself. It is from Danton’s house that I write, I barely breathe; I dare not believe that we have won. As we had every reason to believe that the danger has passed, at least the greatest, risk coming here, but inform yourself well before crossing the barriers if you will be able to do so again; one is still killing and the people do not say grace. Farewell, when I see you you will know more; O my dear maman, how I long to embrace you; it seems to me that it has been ten years since I last saw you.

Commit P(apa) to come; tell him I embrace him. Everything will no doubt be over within a week; they are breaking the windows in the castle, they have brought us sponges and brushes from the queen's bathroom, they tread on the silverware with their feet, and they don't touch it; farewell, farewell, the (illegible words) return triumphantly shouting "vive la nation!" they wear shreds covered in the blood of their villains. Oh what fermentation! C(amille) and all the patriots are going to embrace all the Marseille generals, I would need a volume to tell you everything.

Cited in La Libre Parole, August 15 1904

[kiridarling]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, implied(ish) mafia!kats, choking, exhibitionism, cockwarming, riding, mild corruption themes, degradation, whore/slut!calling. minors dni!

— 2.5k words

"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your friend—I wanna get to know you better."

“Um, excuse me? Have you seen my friend?”

The ash-blond swimming in smoke stills, mid-conversation with some half-dressed woman to his right. In fact, all the half-dressed women snap their heads your way, all ten of them, sizing you up in your non-promiscuous dress and heels (not compared to theirs, at least) and obvious awkwardness and uncouthness. The ash-blond frowns.

“How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”

“Um,” you glance at the green-haired bouncer who let you through—he’s too busy guarding the entrance to notice. “I just pretended like I knew who you were and he...let me in?”

“Fuckin’ Deku,” the ash-blond groans, rubbing a hand over his face before tossing it over the back of the booth. “Whadd’ya want?”

“Um, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend,” you repeat, hands fiddling with your bracelets as you crack under the pressure of all the eyes. “She’s um, kinda short with long brown hair. I don’t...it was hard to see the color of her dress in the dark, but I think it was purple?”

The ash-blond blinks as you fumble over your words, causing a second of silence where he does nothing but stare until he snaps, digging his cigar into the ash-tray with finality.

“All right. Shoo, ladies.”

The women surrounding the ash-blond whine and boo. He seems unfazed though, simply shrugging as he says:

“Gotta help this pretty thing find her friend.”

The women clear out quickly and quietly after that. And though you’re unsure why, many of them shoot very nasty looks your way as they pass under the neon red exit sign and into the chaotic club. They look like they want to kill you.

Anyways.

“So...does that mean you know where my friend is?”

“Nope,” the ash-blond says, popping the ‘p’ as he adjusts to the extra space in the booth. “But you get a solid fuckin’ view from up here. Sit.”

You nod and take the spot next to him, scanning the crowd below with narrowed eyes. You look for something, anything that could hint at where your friend could be, but wind up empty-handed.

"D'ya come here often?" he asks, and you shake your head.

"No. I mean, I heard the place is kind of new anyway, so," you shrug absentmindedly. You think you see your friend for a second, just catching a glimpse of brown hair, but once the girl turns, it's clear she's not who you're looking for. Dammit.

"Guess so," the man grunts. You hear him shift but you don't look. "The o—"

"Shoes, did you see her shoes?" You ask before realizing your thought process is light years ahead of his. He gives you a blank look. "I mean—sorry, they're like, really high stilettos with gold on the bottom. I think."

The stranger's angled eyebrows drop. "No."

"Dammit," you click your tongue, before turning back to the crowd. No...no...no...no...

"Listen, I'm not gonna sugar coat it—I don't give a fuck about your friend." He says with a sigh. Your head snaps to look at him because it doesn't matter if he meant it, that's rude, but your thoughts disintegrate into nothing as he grabs you by the chin and says, "I wanna get to know you better."

"Um," You swallow. He's close to the point where your eyes cross trying to put him into focus. "M-Me?"

"You," he confirms with a cocked eyebrow. "What, never been the center of attention before, Princess?"

You falter. Not like this.

"So," he continues when you don't respond. "What's your name, Princess? I'm Katsuki."

You give him yours and meet his hand halfway for a handshake, much too aware of how big it is compared to yours. Katsuki hums, both arms on either side of your being and ultimately, caging you to the booth.

"Y/N..." He repeats, experimentally, like he's trying to see how it fits in his mouth. You don't mind the way it sounds coming from him. "I like it.”

"O-Oh, um," you're unsure of what to say, so you do nothing but blush and place a hand to his chest. You try your hardest to hide your surprise upon feeling how firm it is. "Thank you."

"Don't gotta thank me for stating the obvious," Katsuki grunts, adjusting so his eyes are leveled with yours. "What do you like to do, Y/N?"

There's a hand on your thigh.

It sits right where your dress stops, and it burns—but you find yourself unsure of what you want it to do, whether you want it to go away or continue its journey up. And that's exactly what it does, as Katsuki thumbs the hem to your skirt and you try your hardest to focus on your reply.

"U-Um..." you panic, too much heat in his eyes for comfort. "I don't know."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow in faint amusement, "You don't know?"

"W-Well, I mean—!" You try after realizing how utterly empty-headed you must sound. Katsuki's chuckle diffuses your efforts fairly quickly.

"You're cute, you know that?" He says gruffly, carmine red eyes burning through the dark of the club. You suppress the urge to shrink.

"I—um, thank you," you flush embarrassingly red. Katsuki's eyes study your being for a moment, flickering up and down, and up again until he's tapping the side of your thigh twice.

"Sit in my lap, Princess."

He guides you using your wrist and for some reason you allow him to guide you into his lap, grunting as he nestles you on him comfortably as he overlooks the club. You falter upon feeling something...strangely hard. “What’s that?”

“My dick,” Katsuki grunts, almost absentmindedly, and yet the vulgar comment takes you so off guard that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh.”

“‘S your fault for gettin’ me all worked up, Princess,” Katsuki’s hands find their way around your waist before they’re guiding your hips into rolling small, smooth circles against him. Katsuki’s back thumps against the back of the booth as he admires the view, groaning behind a bitten lip. “Told ya to sit still and you didn’t listen.”

You suppose that’s valid.

Plus, you’re enjoying the little groans he’s letting out—along with the sharp inhales when your hips dig harder into his.

“How um—how do I help?”

“Just keep sittin’ pretty, Princess,” Katsuki growls, and you nod, allowing him to guide your hips to his will. It’s a lot of movement, and you find yourself shying away from the balcony as he hikes your dress up to your waist—ultimately exposing the entirety of your lower half. Your goosebumps rise.

“What if people see?”

”They won’t. We’re too high up,” Katsuki soothes, rubbing a thumb over your ribcage as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “And if they’re fuckin’ nosy? Let ‘em see. The sick fuckers will appreciate the show.”

Let them see. You shiver at that.

Katsuki’s running his hot hands all over your body and they make you feel nothing short of sexy, sliding them up the sides of your body until they curve over your breasts, and drop back down to your hips. They move as if they’re mapping out your body, trying to figure out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble, and you sigh along with the satisfying glide.

“Fuck...you have a better body than those girls ever will,” he groans, but you flush at the way he seems to say it more to himself than to you. “Fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”

“T-Thank you,” you flush, unsure if you were supposed to take the praise or not. Katsuki chuckles.

“So fuckin’ cute, too. You’re welcome, Princess.” His hands move from your waist to the sides of your thighs, tapping twice with open palms. “Squat.”

“Squat?” You confirm with furrowed eyebrows. Katsuki grunts and manhandles you to your feet with a sigh. There isn’t a whole lot of space between the booth and the railing, forcing you to fold over the banister with the cool thing pressing into your gut and your arms keep you from falling completely. You shiver from the cool air as his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties, and then you feel something hot kiss your entrance before Katsuki’s guiding you back down using your hips.

You’re full of him, immediately, and you struggle to hide a whimper as he wastes no time in bottoming out.

“O-Oh—“

“Never had somethin’ this big before, huh Princess?” Katsuki’s strained voice is the only evidence that lets you know he’s feeling good, and you’re tightening around him with a nod.

“N-No, definitely not.”

You have to rest your head against the buzzing railing to just breathe through it, to adjust, and Katsuki chuckles at your shuddering chest. He taps a steady rhythm that matches the beat of the music into your side but doesn’t move, and you find a strange comfort in the vibrating club, with the addition of something inside you providing a uniquely comfortable warmth.

"C-Can I—"

"No," Katsuki grunts, placing heavy hands on your hips to ensure you'll stay in place. "Find your fuckin' friend, first. Y'got a good view."

You whimper and nod, resting your forehead against the cool railing. Fuck—he fills you up too well. As you watch people live their lives down below, you rake your eyes through the crowd in search of a purple dress—and you come up empty.

"I-I don't even know if she's here," you defend, chest shuddering. Katsuki chuckles, though it's laced with something heavier.

"Really? 'Cause you were so fuckin’ sure about twenty minutes ago."

Katsuki's hand cracks against your ass—with a sound you're surprised no one heard over the music—and you yelp. "Dirty fuckin' girl, grinding back on my cock. Impatient girls get punished, you know."

You nearly moan behind a bitten lip. You weren't even aware you were moving.

“F-Found her,” you barely croak out, so relaxed your upper body practically drapes off the balcony. Katsuki snorts, leaning forwards so his mouth is flush against the back of your neck—you gasp from the adjustment.

“Prove it.” He grunts breathily, clearly in a similar condition.

“U-Um, the gold stilettos," you barely manage, and Katsuki hisses as you tighten around him to point down into the fray—lo and behold, there she is, in the middle of the goddamn dance floor with some guy you've never seen before. You...suppose you're in a similar situation. A better one.

"Good girl," the ash-blond coos. Shivering, your hips rolling on their own, but this time Katsuki lets them. You don't stop. “Fuckin’ choking my cock, shit.”

His hands get a little shaky and though it’s hard to discern through your own arousal, you take note of how thin his voice sounds, and continue to roll your hips in the way that makes him shiver. Katsuki starts to trail kisses up your neck which turns into a bite of your earlobe, causing you to hiss from the feeling.

“‘S good?” You ask—Katsuki’s chest vibrates against your back.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he huffs, guiding hands sliding down your waist. “Keep goin’.”

Not that you were planning on stopping.

Katsuki’s hands slide between your thighs to rub at your clit. You nearly shout, thighs seizing, and the ash-blond chuckles at your inability to stay quiet as if he wasn’t sliding a free hand up your dress to play with your chest.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl—you aren’t even trying to hide it now, are ya? Moanin’ in the club like a goddamn whore.”

You nearly choke at that, slamming a hand over your lips to muffle the sound. Not that anyone would be able to hear you over the club music, but still. Public decency.

Either way, your reaction has Katsuki chuckling, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder as he says, “You like it when I call you dirty, Princess? You like when I point out how fuckin’ filthy you are for me?”

You nod your head vehemently, now bouncing on Katsuki’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm—and you figure the slap on your ass is a signal to respond.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-Yeah, I do,” you whimper, and Katsuki’s hand crawls from your breasts to your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply in the best way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nearly gasping as you slur:

“Gonna—gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock in the middle of a club, huh?” Katsuki’s chuckle strains from arousal and you’re positive he’s not that far behind. The hand on your clit speeds up and Katsuki curses as you tighten around him, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder.

“Cum for me, Princess, fuckin’ do it—“

You squeeze around him with a shout before your orgasm comes over you, shoulders shuddering. Katsuki groans out a broken good girl before his hips buck and grip tightens around your waist as he cums, hands guiding your hips to ride both of your orgasms out until they finally come to a still.

You shiver as Katsuki catches his breath in your neck. Eventually, your racing hearts beat in time with the music and bodies cool enough to not feel so slick with sweat, and finally, Katsuki pulls out with a groan. He doesn't remove you from his lap, though.

"You good?"

You nod, fixing your hair in hopes that you'll look more put together than you feel. "Yeah—yeah I'm fine. You?"

Katsuki turns you in his lap to face him (though it does take some awkward clambering due to the limited space). He zips up his fly and you pull down your dress, the next steps about as uncertain as walking in the dark.

"Why're you asking me?"

"I dunno," you shrug, bottom lip poking out in indifference, "Pussy can take a lot out of a guy, I guess."

Katsuki's pale pink lips slide into a lazy smile, and he drops his head with a snort. "I—yeah okay. Sure."

"What?" You giggle, gesturing at his heaving chest before crossing your hands over yours with a huff. "You're out of breath, aren't you? I did all the work."

Katsuki chuckles at your petulance, shaking his head in defeat, "Y'got me there."

He rests his head against the backboard of the booth to give you a look. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel exposed nonetheless, and you struggle not shrink from it. He licks his lips, "You drink, Princess?"

"Depends," you shrug. The ash-blond grins.

"What do you like?"

"Shirley Temples," you giggle, coiling your arms around his neck. Katsuki's hands return to your waist and it's...comfortable. "Why, you wanna buy me one?"

Katsuki makes a face that signifies yes, he does, and you follow his eyes in peering towards the dance floor again. You see your friend exactly where you saw her last, and upon feeling eyes on her, she looks around to find yours. She shoots you a wink—you roll your eyes.

"What about your friend?" Katsuki snorts, lifting an eyebrow. You snort.

"I found her, didn't I?" You wink, standing to your feet to pull him towards the bar. "Now c'mon! Doing all that work made me thirsty."

click to return to CLUB 777.

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga 😈

this series will probably have more than one part because tumblr only lets me upload ten images per post </3

warning: there are disgustingly long paragraphs in here and delusions

chapter 32

utahime’s first introduction!  akutami lets us know right off the bat that she thinks gojo is an idiot (so true).

chapter 32

i love the contrast between miwa and utahime’s reaction to gojo’s appearance.  

chapter 33

NAH BC TELL ME WHY HE WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO NOT GET HER ONE LMAOOOO!!  when he traveled overseas to meet with yuta, he picked up the tribal protection charms and thought to himself, “let’s get enough for the kyoto students as a gift since i am such a great and caring teacher, after all.  mmm, i should skip utahime to make her mad~”  this guy puts way too much effort into getting on her nerves.  his mind = utahime brainrot

chapter 33

she’s laughing at him here because he’s getting disciplined for being a lil shit.  i wonder...what would he say if he saw her laughing at him like that?  

chapter 33

this interaction between them is a little strange don’t you think?   i feel like over the years he’s learned how to pick up her mood based on the way she’s acting towards him.  you’re probably thinking, “well any person can figure out how a person’s feeling based on the way they’re talking or acting.”  yes, that’s absolutely true, but it’s kind of different with this.  she’s acting normal.  utahime has a rather indifferent expression on her face and what she says is spoken in a calm tone, but gojo still asks her if she’s mad at him.  it’s likely that he knows her well enough to be able to notice these subtle things.  even if she wasn’t actually mad at him, he was being considerate for a split second, then he went and said, “of course.  i didn’t do anything wrong and all.”  what a guy LOLOL.  to me, this implies that maybe he made her genuinely angry in the past to the point where he realized that he went too far, and thus decided to be more careful of her feelings.  she has definitely gotten annoyed at him so many times after that so whenever she seems angry, he probably asks himself if he took it too far.  i’m curious to see if he can pick up if she’s upset with something that’s not involving him.  would he console her?  how does gojo satoru console someone?  

despite him always annoying her, she’s still courteous and brings him a cup of tea during their talk.  she didn’t have to go out of her way to get tea for him but she did.  that’s the kind of person utahime is.  a kind and caring woman who would never put her students in danger.  in the anime they were sitting far away and not facing each other like they’re doing in the manga.  she also has her own tea cup.  i think that little panel of her placing the cup down on the table and him picking it up to take a sip is a nice little detail.  it just proves that her hating him most of the time isn’t actually pure hatred but annoyance because of his shenanigans and teasing.

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i touched upon this a little bit in my previous post, but i wish to go more in depth about this panel.  first of all, he ends the sentence with her name twice.  two times too many, mr. gojo.  i like how they can be serious with each other too LOL.  i wish we got to see them talk about the traitors because they did figure it out together after all.  does it always end in bickering?  can they interact with each other like adults all the way through?  somehow, i feel like that’s not possible when it comes to these two.  furthermore, notice how gojo confides in utahime about his suspicions.  from what we know, she is the first person he brought it up to.  i mean, i guess he has to start investigating the schools and would need extra assistance to save time, but he could have done it himself if he really wanted to.  by deciding to ask for her help we know that he thinks she’s trustworthy, smart, and strong enough to face whatever considerable risks this task may entail.  

i didn’t point this out in my other posts but see how he makes a hand sign in the last panel when she throws the cup at him?  gojo is manually activating his infinity.  why though?  about a year after the whole star plasma vessel incident happened, gojo develops the ability to keep his infinity up at all times by using the reversed curse technique to consistently heal himself to prevent exhaustion.  this means that it really makes no difference whether he leaves it on or off.  there are a few times where we can witness someone actually touching gojo.  for example, yuuji giving him a hug.  did he turn his infinity off, or was it able to deduce that yuuji was not a threat?  the erasers and pencils shoko and geto threw at him during his demonstration of his new ability aren’t dangerous normally, but is it the speed that makes them dangerous?  even if it did hit him, it wouldn’t hurt.  how does the infinity know when to allow an incoming object to touch gojo?  i believe it is up to gojo himself to let things touch him; his infinity restricts anything and anyone.  some people say it could just be the fact that water is not dangerous to him, so therefore, he has to manually put his infinity up.  i thought this was a reasonable explanation as to why he put up the hand sign when the tea was thrown at him, but then i realized that it couldn’t be.  remember the second opening?  it’s raining and everyone is carrying an umbrella, then it pans to gojo with a bouquet in his hand and rain drops slipping off his infinity.  if he DID manually put his infinity up to prevent getting soaked then that implies that he chose to turn his infinity off.  you can argue and say that jujutsu high is a safe place with students so there’s no need to have his infinity there, but do you remember when he stepped on the ants in front of gakuganji and yaga?  the ants were perfectly fine after which insinuates that his infinity prevented his shoes from crushing the ants.  he most likely had his infinity on during the baseball game even though he was in a safe environment.  how does this long tangent relate back to utahime?  well, it simply indicates that gojo trusts utahime so much to the point where he can be vulnerable around her.  turning off his infinity symbolizes completely letting down his guard  in a way.  

how about what happens next?  utahime throws the tea at him, he turns on his infinity to deflect it, and he responds with, “scary!  hysteric women aren’t popular, you know!”  why would he even say that LMAO??  utahime doesn’t even try to deny what he said either.  she just hits him with the good old, “i am your senpai!”  could it be that he’s trying to poke fun of her relationship status?  maybe, maybe not.  doesn’t he like people a lil crazy?  he did say that all jujutsu sorcerers have to be a little crazy because they’re willing to put themselves in danger constantly.  

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i wonder who he’s thinking of when he said that.  could it be utahime?  it seems like he’s reminiscing or thinking about someone.  he wears an amused expression on his face as he laughs - almost like he’s seen his fair share of how scary women can get :>>

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the pattern behind gojo and utahime is called yagasuri “fletching,” a traditional japanese design.  this design is inspired by arrow fletching.  it's a lucky charm for weddings and other celebrations since it's based on the Japanese belief that an arrow shot once never comes back.  brides were given kimonos with this pattern for good luck during the edo era (1603–1868) to ensure they would not have to return to their original family home.  this pattern can have numerous meanings such as steadfastness or determination to achieve a goal, or a wish for the happiness of the bride.  there is a belief that a bow and arrow represent the fight against evil.  honestly, this meaning fits the narrative of the story.  utahime and gojo are unearthing the traitors that are feeding intel to the curse users and cursed spirits.  they are in the middle while the kyoto students surround them, which could mean that it’s their job as adults to protect these children from the grasps of evil slowly making itself more prominent.  do you also notice that the arrows are pointed toward utahime from gojo?  from all the images i’ve seen, the arrows are usually pointed downward.  what could this mean?  is gojo trying to protect her (in the future (?)) or does he have a big fat crush smh...

i think it’s a good time to mention utahime’s clothing.  she’s wearing miko attire.  miko are shrine maidens who were once thought to be shamans (you connecting the dots?).  in their service to shrines, miko used to perform spirit possession and takusen (in which the possessed person acts as a "medium" (yorimashi) to communicate the divine will or message of that kami (god) or spirit; also included in the category of takusen is "dream revelation" (mukoku), in which a kami appears in a dream to communicate its will).  this was back in the old days, of course.  to become a miko back then (shaman), one needed to have potential.  neurosis, hallucinations, odd behavior, and hysteria (HYSTERIA HELLO???) are some of the signs that a person is being called to shamanism.  when a miko is communicating with a kami (god) or spirit by acting as a medium, she is in a trance-like state, and so she must learn techniques to control herself when this happens.  chanting and dancing were used to accomplish this, so the girl was taught melodies and intonations that were used in songs, prayers, and magical formulas.  all of this could give us insight about utahime’s technique and explains why she’s good at singing :)  maybe she can’t control herself when she uses her technique which is why she isn’t shown using it because it should be used for dire situations.  i imagine being possessed by a spirit or god must consume a lot of cursed energy.  it makes sense that utahime and gakuganji wear traditional clothing.  they’re the staff of jujutsu high’s kyoto branch.  in chapter 0, kyoto is known as the sacred land of jujutsu.  it’s more traditional compared to tokyo.  if you want to learn more about miko, you should check out the wikipedia page!  

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i swear he tries to annoy her every chance he gets.  i bet he sets a goal for himself to see how many times utahime lectures him about respecting his seniors every time he’s within the same vicinity as her.  at least he called her utahime-sensei!!!

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this isn’t even a gojohime moment tbh...i just wanted to share a pic of them sitting next to each other HEHE.  why are they sitting next to each other anyway?  it’s not like they have assigned seating.

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that was so long and i apologize for the gargantuan paragraphs you guys had to read through.  i’m writing this at 4 in the morning and i’m feeling borderline delirious so i apologize if there are any errors.  i’ll edit this when i have time <3

the next part should come shortly.