#WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY WHEN I WAS GROWING UP!?

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Let's talk about why Google changed the Gulf of Mexico's name, and why all the big tech companies are bending the knee to Trump. This part is really important.

Google, Amazon, Apple, Meta, and Microsoft all hold monopolies. Each are worth trillions of dollars thanks to the anti-competitive practices the US government has allowed them to get away with for two decades.

Remember when we were young, that cool older brother of one of our friends who drank tea and let us smoke some of his weed if we let him talk about how the Egyptians invented electricity? And how he'd tell us that the US government was fifty years ahead of consumer technology? That whatever the US military is using right now, we'd get to buy at Radio Shack when we're old and gray? Was that ever true? I don't know. But it certainly isn't now.

The US has privatized our technology efforts, and in many ways, our national security. Google and Microsoft provide AI technology for killing machines. Meta routinely hands over American data to the NSA, CIA and FBI, which effectively makes all Meta platforms government surveillance tools.

The US relies heavily on these companies for war, anti-terrorism efforts, and general national security. In exchange, our politicians have allowed these companies to grow to inconceivable sizes, destroying competition in the process. Of course, our politicians enriched themselves along the way, trading stock based on insider information about upcoming government contracts and regulations.

It used to be that big tech could just bribe our politicians to keep their monopolies. Sure, our progressive wing on the left has been screaming anti-trust, but they don't hold any real power so it's not a big deal. It's been a nice equilibrium where everyone got rich and everyone was happy; everyone except the poors, of course.

Anyway, here comes Trump—a dipshit chaos agent, who, like it or not, came to power on a populous message. Most people hate big tech, if they've been paying attention, and Trump could very well decide to break these companies up on a whim. Big tech is petrified of anti-trust, and even more, Trump's erratic behavior. Bribes are required, but that's not enough. They need to cater to his ego.

So we see these companies do goofy shit like change the names of bodies of water, or go on Joe Rogan to talk about masculine energy. But it's not the goofy shit we need to worry about.

What we should worry about, what is truly scary about these trillion dollar-companies with CEOs all on edge, is the invisible shit. What are the companies doing to appease Donald Trump's ego that the general population cannot see? These companies control our communications, commerce, businesses, and effectively the infrastructure for the entire internet.

What are they willing to do for Trump behind the scenes to avoid anti-trust?

Crying and puking, Google maps made the Gulf of Mexico say Gulf of America

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consider pt2 of puppy and simon but simon gets his shit together and theres a happy ending ORRRR one of the guys (price, gaz, soap) stops by and is actually APPALLED at how puppy looks and is being treated and they just get snatched up and taken to a better home while simon gets chewed out

i was going originally do a 2 in 1 but everyone got so excited so we'll do second first then MAYBE simon can get some redemption. anyway, this ones for u anon <3

PART ONE

Ghost had been home early that day for another reason as well: a two-week deployment that he’s supposed to be packing up for. 

Only once you fell asleep on the couch had he finally made his presence known and walked towards his bedroom. He doesn't tell you when he tightens the straps of his gear while his things lean against the door, a white sheet of paper left for you on the coffee table. He didn't bother telling you verbally, it didn't seem right to wake you—he couldn't if he tried nor did he have the courage to touch you either. Besides, he didn't want to deal with this right now, not having the energy for your whines, incessant questions or the pitiful look that you now wore even in your slumber. He’d handle all of this when he comes back, that’s right he’ll figure it all out after the mission.

You woke to a silence, again, and immediately noticed the shift of surroundings; by that, it was the note, the one that you couldn't read. 

So you waited, and waited, the day passing by slowly with little to no entertainment left for you to manage. At least when he was home he could navigate the apps like Netflix, putting on shows that make you want to giggle so hard that you had to stuff your tail in your mouth to ensure you made no sound. But no one comes home and so you spend the night alone, still waiting upon his return like the loyal dog you are. 

Thankfully, there’s an abundance of food for you in the fridge though you don't feel like you’re allowed to take any of it, afraid he’d appear out of nowhere and scold you. He never had before, and you still kind of hope he does one day, just to know he sees you. The third day is incredibly cold and despite the blankets you’ve swamped on yourself, your ears have flattened to preserve as much heat as possible. Huddling on the couch isn't doing much, and the thermostat buttons are near impossible for you to wrap your head around, left to shiver and wish that you had a bed to lay upon. Since he usually had no one else to worry about, he had it on an automatic setting so that his bedroom would be the only room heated during the night. It saved money in winter, and of course he never got cold, but now it was the bane of your existence. His room was off limits; he had firmly told you that, but there was only so much of the cold you could handle. 

You whined pitifully as you curled up on the floor in front of the bedroom door, desperate for a feel of the warmth seeping through the cracks beneath. Maybe this was all planned; perhaps some kind of loyalty test or to see how adaptable you were. The thought didn't comfort you though, well aware that you weren’t supposed to be an attack dog; you were far too weak for anything of the sort. Again, another night passed, alone and quiet.

The thunder was starting to scare you now, the great rumble haunting you every time the sun fell, and the sky began to grow darker. It made you hide beneath the dining room table, hands covering your ears as you sniffled quietly. It was too similar to the loud bangs in the facility, when one of you would be punished and the only sound heard was the slap of the whip against the metal pipe next to where the hybrid would stand. Likewise, it didn't help that the couple next door would argue more and more aggressively these days, screaming curses you couldn’t understand and slamming doors shut so loudly. Sometimes at night you’d hear the small patter of footsteps, a drunk walking through the flat, but you could only lay awake in the safety of the bathtub, hoping no one could get through the locked door.

It was only the seventh day when someone finally came by, the doorknob turning making your heart fill with relief knowing Ghost had returned, before quickly filling with dread when you realised it may not be him at all. You curl behind the couch, squashed to say the least but one of the best spots you can consider. Only a small glimpse of the door is visible from your hiding spot, a man entering only to reveal another following close behind. They’re both military men, strong and bulky, one with darker skin and velvety eyes and the other lighter, intense blue in his irises. As they approach the living room, you can see them better as they snoop around. 

“Where’s the pup?” The one with a mohawk says, eyebrows furrowed as he crouches to look beneath the table. You’re suddenly grateful you chose not to hide there. “Price said they should be here… maybe they’re in Ghost’s room?” They seem to know him which is a good sign, but you’re afraid now, wondering if this really was a setup, one to take you far away for good. You tremble as you think over it, unable to stop the tiny sniffle that escapes you. 

The brown eyes meet with yours, crouched at one end of the couch as you hide the best you can in the darkness that comes with it. “There you are. Are you going to come out of there? We just wanna make sure you’re doing okay whilst he's on deployment.”

Deployment? What’s that? You didn't understand the word, nor could you formulate much of a response to him, only staring back at him in return. He carefully reaches out, taking one hand to see if you’ll be okay with him touching you before using both of his hands to slip to your waist and gently pull you out. You’re light–or maybe he’s just that strong.  Shorter than him too, thanks to your crossbreed genes. He has no problem settling you on the couch cushions, the mohawk man approaching once he realises, but you’re caught off guard by the man who lifted you, who now had a hand outstretched towards you. You take it and he shakes it gently. “I’m Kyle, but you might hear someone refer to me as Gaz too.”

The other one is not as careful as Kyle, walking right up to you and eyeing your tail before crouching to meet your height, just so he isn't as tall and intimidating as he had been before. “Ye don't look too happy lass, bet you’ve been missin’ Ghost a lot, hm?” He reaches out his hand too, shaking yours a little more fervently than Kyle had, but you just look blankly back at him. “Johnny, or Soap, up to ya.” It’s weird, you had been begging for someone to come by, someone to fill the void in this apartment. But now you were silent, unknowing what to say, what to do, waiting for orders rather than the playful innocence you used to own.

Though Kyle is more concerned about the temperature in the room, seeing as you have goosebumps climbing up your arms. “Why’re you so cold? Did Ghost not show you how to change the thermostat?” You shake your head, showing your first sign of response before he picks up the note Ghost left. “Oh, there are instructions here though? See, Ghost wrote you turn it clockwise and then press the set button—”

“I can’t read.” Finally, you speak, sickness filling your gut when his eyebrows raise like that, the fur on your tail stilling as Soap’s touch. You don't have to look behind to see Soap’s reaction, the shame already thick as it filters through you, from your head down to the jelly feeling of your legs. 

The two of them excuse themselves, whispering quietly to each other in the kitchen. They keep nervously glancing back at you, murmuring things like ‘Shouldn’t Ghost have known she couldn't read?’ and ‘Price said she was a bubbly little thing, only a little shaken up. What happened?’ 

You’re not sure if you should tell them that your ears can pick up on everything they're saying, especially due to your hybrid genes. It seems a little rude to intrude, so you eventually just settle on holding your ears down with the palms of your hands instead.

Eventually they return, Soap gently brushing a finger over the curve of your ears and nudging your fingers away. The fluffy ears atop your head flicker up, perking once more as he scratches at the base. “How about you come with us, hm?”

He had expected gratitude, maybe even a hug for saving you from the perilous neglect you were clearly experiencing, but you don't, just stare back at them silently. This is it, you think. This is where you’re stripped away from the one you’re supposed to be loyal to, too useless to stay in line like you should’ve. “Did I.. fail the test?” You eventually murmur out, half expecting for Ghost to pop out and give you that absent glare, the one that makes you tremble more than this cold ever would. Gaz just quietly shakes his head at you, confused before gently sitting on the couch beside you. “No—no. You’re clearly not doing well, and Ghost is still on deployment so—”

“What is deployment?”

“He didn't tell you that either..?”

Soon enough you’re wrapped in Soap’s thick jacket as you ride in the back of their truck, eyes lost on the surroundings outside as they mutter amongst themselves. You had told them you could hear them, but they didn't seem to mind, and now they discussed quietly what they’d need for you whilst you stayed at base. After a bit of back and forth, Gaz explained to you that he wasn't taking you away from Ghost, just looking after you while he was out. He looked noticeably worried though about the idea of leaving you with him again. Something nags at you though, a little parasite saying it's because of the fact he deems you as annoying as Ghost does—if Ghost hadn’t told them already that is.

They lead you through the halls, Kyle’s gentle hand in yours that you just let him take; it’s not like you’d ever fight back anyway. People were staring though, soldiers who looked abnormal in their tight gear, dangerous weapons carelessly handled and yet you’re ogled at, watched and scrutinised. It feels like punishment enough, to be seen, and you’re starting to wonder if this is what it would have felt if Ghost really had talked to you. Your hand subconsciously squeezes Kyle’s as you step into Price’s office whom they had called up earlier, nervously explaining the situation to him. Now he greets you warmly, albeit looking a little too tired as it is. But he doesn't show it in his manner, gesturing for you to take a seat which you do, albeit very quietly. You remember him; he had been the one to leave you in front of Ghost’s door, murmuring empty promises that he’d warm up eventually, and you’d just ‘have to be good for him’. 

“Bet this deployment has been hitting you hard. Let’s have a talk, hm?” He takes a seat on the couch opposite you, your hand somehow still in Kyle’s who takes a seat beside you but not too close, allowing some space for you to breathe at the very least. “How’s living with Ghost?” 

You’re quiet, almost silenced, but he knows you can and will speak since Soap had told him so. There’s not much point in this conversation with them, at least that’s what you’re convinced. Forcing the wrong puzzle piece wouldn’t work, just like shoving you with an owner just because he has some issues to sort out. Sure, it was better than being on the streets, and you were excited at first, wondering if this was actually where those hybrid disappearance cases really ended up. A warm home, hot food and someone who treated you well, not as a princess but as a person. Now it only felt like a countdown, a series of stages to make sure you were given a fair treatment, but the end goal was always the same—you would return to the streets.

A warm hand on your shoulder snaps you out, blue eyes looking straight at you. “Lass?” They must’ve been watching you whilst you were lost in your head, swimming deep in your thoughts, because now they’re all staring intently for a response you can't give.

“Okay, how about yes or no questions? Price offers, and you slowly nod your head in response. Ghost was still yours though, or rather you were his. You refused to demonise him, refused to cry and wail about how he’s shown you nothing but misery, he wasn't that bad—but that was true, would you even have to bother defending him?

“Has he been feeding you?” Nod

“Bought you clothes?” Well, he tasked a soldier with the budget, and now you have a good few sets available to you. Nod

“Was your tail like this before he left?” Nod

The two younger soldiers share a glance, one that you can feel burn into your skin. 

“Did you tell him you couldn't read?” Shake.

He raises a brow, looks at the others and then back to you again. You’re getting bored by this now, the drag of this all, the inevitable end playing with your heart. “Did he not ever tell you how to change the thermostat then? Kyle said it was freezing.”

“He never speaks to me.”

It’s like a pin has dropped in this room, somehow the bustle soldiers that filled the halls grew quieter. Or maybe it’s because Soap hands have curved around your waist, pushing your face into his chest, the one that’s dripping with salty wetness. You don't remember your voice trembling the whole time, nor your hand squeezing Gaz’s so hard. But it hits you like a tidal wave, the realisation that comes with the silence, the hurt that comes with it. You knew, but you didn't really let it sink in– how you were treated, how he acted, how he hated you. And now you shake, hard, hushed voices of comfort fading as your eyes squeeze close, hands clenched near your broken heart. 

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nsfw below the cut! 2 1

The format is Character/Length (in inches)/Bedroom Skill

Rook Hunt - 4 - 6/10

-His only sexual education is very much “Rabbits make more rabbits” but his romance is to die for!!! You won’t even have to ask to be indulged- all you have to do is say yes :)

-Rook is astonishingly well groomed for someone who works on their feet. The spare hours of self care he gets between his beauty sleep and people watching does wonders for any sport-stenches (I mean, unless you’re into that kind of thing). He’s always doing something with the “presentation of his undercarriage”, and isn’t afraid to let you cop a feel in public!

-He’s all about experimentation with your pleasure, and it’s not that he refuses online resources, but isn’t it so much better naturally? Where’s the sense of adventure if some stranger on the internet is telling you where to touch him? After lots, (loads, really) of trial and error, he’s sure you’ll get a sense of rhythm. It’s never too early to start exploring!

Idia Shroud - 7 - 3/10

-Everyone can agree that Idia is too big for his own good. Massive, really- And he hates it. He’s been perma banned from the most comfortable thing on earth! How’s he supposed to enjoy going commando when his tip’s out in the open??

-He does NOT know how to use the monster in his pants, but he’s not objecting to a teacher :) When you first start getting “active” he’s painfully professional about it. No eye contact, no problem! You’ll wear him down eventually, but it’ll take awhile for anything truly intimate,,

-The worst thing about sex with Idia is the need. White-hot and throbbing, but so infrequent!! His libido is SO high, always pawing at you after school, but he can’t hold back for the life of him :/ Ten full minutes of rest for another three of penetration? Oh no, your only option is to overestimate him,, whatever shall he dooooo

Malleus Draconia - 3 - 7/10

-Two words. FUCKIN MARATHONS!! Malleus is comically bad at anything sexual- and you’re the one who has to initiate most things, but he can go hours without any pain between the two of you! And the AFTERCARE?? 10/10. Imagine playing with his scales while you wait on breakfast in bed <333

-Malleus is far too big for any usual quicky spots, but nobody can compete in forced proximity! It’s so easy to drag him into a broom closet between classes- Everyone avoids him anyways, and because he very rarely slouches he has to in the confines of your rendezvous, so it’s a completely new angle!

-He’s a little (lot) inexperienced, but he’s learning so much with your help! Nobody questions that he keeps his nails short or demands chapstick whenever he recalls the time, because nobody questions Malleus Draconian. He’d like very much for you to change that- order him around, kiss him bloody! So long as it’s you he’ll be happy :)

Lilia Vanrouge - 5 - 8/10

-Lilia’s a believer of “it’s the motion of the ocean - not the size of the wave”, and he KNOWS his ass has motion. All these years working on his core and arms only to be reduced to some petty slut :/ It’s all he’s ever wanted!

-Doesn’t bother shaving, nothing on him grows quickly enough for regular maintenance, and that does include his sex drive :( He wakes up sweaty and shaking whenever he ignores his rarer urges, but he’s lucky enough to have you! You’ll indulge him for a little biting, won’t you? Not his fault if you want more,,

-He’s a MASSIVE whiner, but he knows you loveeee it <3 All these years muffling his voice for colleagues and kids, it’s a miracle to have soundproof walls! With his little bouts of energy, you won’t be leaving bed anytime soon- lay back and let him cook for you! Or maybe you’d rather he just eat?

(no full proofread until tmr, we die like Malleanor)

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Agatha Harkness x Reader- Spellbound

A/N: based on a request and results of this poll ❤️

tw/tags: nsfw, female reader, G!P Agatha, inexperienced reader, suggestive, flirty Agatha, mention of hex (sex pollen) mention of breeding, oral, Agatha recieving, reader recieving, mommy kink

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Today was another day with Agatha. The older woman and witch had been teaching you for several months now after you tried a few academies where you used to live, only to be turned away as they were all full and getting guided toward being taught in private and stumbling over Westview and the witch residing there. At first you had no idea what to do with yourself, not knowing anything about magic other than remembering some mumbling about it during your childhood and the random outbursts that you couldn‘t understand.

The brunette had taken you in, allowing you private lessons in her house, ultimately her basement with several spell books and all kind of magic items. Over the months the two of you got along well and Agatha managed to teach you the basic spells to the point your magic grew more advanced, being able to perfect it well, even try your own spells and potions. By now you were only really around to stay in her company as there had been a chemistry between you from the beginning and both of you could tell.

„I have some errands to run today dear“ she told you after greeting you and you got started on the same book you had been working on for a while. „That‘s fine“ you smile at her, seeing her in a beige blazer, the same coloured flowy pants, her usual jewrely and details as well as some reading glasses. Her hands ghost over your shoulders in that all too familiar way before she leaves you to it. And as soon as you hear the front door upstairs, you begin with the book, eyes flying over the pages before you stumble upon something you hadn‘t seen before.

The spell looked simple really, deepening connections and your own magic, awareness and sensation. You begin by laying out your usual items, making sure you had read the instructions properly before whispering the words. At first nothing happens and you assume you may have done it wrong or with how old the page looks that you may have stumbled upon a spell that was wrong. But then you feel a warmth, spreading through your body. It‘s slow and gentle at first but it quickly spreads like a fire, leaving you trembling, panting and sweating.

You couldn‘t tell what went wrong or what you needed exactly but you needed relief. Your entire body feels on fire, as if you can feel every single muscle and nerves, heart beating incredibly fast. All you can do is grip the table in front of you to the points your knuckles are turning white. At last Agatha returns, even though it feels like minutes to you it had been a few hours as the woman trusted your abilities by now. She expects to hear the usual sounds of your magic practice downstairs, flicks of energy, whispers of incarnations but instead there is silence.

For a moment she even thinks you may have left already even though that wasn‘t like you but when she sees your bag and coat by the door she grows curious. She makes her way into her basement, finding you standing by the table, gripping the edges of the table tight, too tight. You don‘t turn to greet her like you usually do, instead your entire body is tense and a red flush creeps up your neck. Her eyebrows furrow before she teases „Well well, look who is all serious today“ the amusement in her tone is clear as she steps behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

„What has gotten you all wound up sweetheart?“ she asks curiously as she reads over the pages of the book that still lays open on the table. You flinch, just barely but of course she notices. And then she understands, seeing the open page of the book, your breathing shallow, a little line of sweat on your forehead and your fingers twitching almost unsure as what to do with yourself. The witch can feel your magic humming in the air, uncontrolled, restless and desperate.

Agatha hums knowingly, obviously already having connected the dots but enjoying this nevertheless. „Did you mess something up while I was gone?“ she asks curiously her voice playful. You glance at her and the answer is enough before she whispers „Maybe I should punish you“ which causes you to press your legs together at the tone of her voice and words. You exhale sharply, squeezing your eyes shut before whispering „I- I didn‘t mean to“.

The woman tilts her head to the side before turning you around, wanting to meet your gaze. „Didn‘t mean to what?“ she asks curiously as she steps away and leans against the table opposite you. You don‘t answer at first, shruddering under her intense gaze. „You tried a connection spell didn‘t you doll?“ she asks curiously before you nod and look away in embarrassment . „Poor thing, that wasn‘t a power boost silly, it was a heat spell“ she explains with a slight smirk on her lips.

„No wonder you are squriming“ she teases as she steps forward again. You make a soft noise, almost a whimper trying to pull away as the embarrassment overwhelms you for a moment. But she simply drags her hands down your arm, fingertips softly ghosting over your skin and then it happens, you whimper. It‘s quiet but loud enough for her to hear and the heat to travel straight to your face as your eyes widen and you understand what just happened. Agatha stops her movements for a moment before you see the deep smirk on her lips.

„Oh sweetheart.. you‘re burning up, aren‘t you?“ she pouts and you nod weakly as the back of her hand touches your cheeks and forehead to confirm. Her voice is sinful now, dripping with both amusement and seduction as you face her again. Your pupils are blown wide, lips slightly parted as you are trying to hold yourself together, feeling the heat travelling lower and lower with each second passing. Agatha catches your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes meet hers. „All you need to do is say the word and I‘ll help you darling“ she whispers before stepping away again, hopping onto the table opposite you casually.

For a moment the world stays still as you realize what is actually happening, what she is offering and suggesting you here. For a second everything overwhelms you as the thoughts circle in your mind. Thoughts of doubt and uncertainty considering she was teaching you and much older and you enjoyed getting taught by her but all you can focus is the way she is sitting, legs slightly spread and that knowing grin on her lips and you can‘t hold back.

„Please“ you whimper, louder this time, so desperate it matches how you feel inside, wanting nothing more for this feeling to go away and knowing the only person able to do this and you want to share this with being the woman in front of you. Agatha hums in satisfaction as she studies you, stepping towards you again and her grip firm on your hips. „Poor thing“ she whispers as she leans closer to your ear. „You must have been suffering so much while I was gone“ she pouts and you nod breathlessly.

Heat spreads through you even more and for a second you think you may explode under her intense gaze and gentle touch despite her body pressing against you strong and solid. Her fingers dance along your ribs before her lips ghost over yours and for a moment you close your eyes thinking she may kiss you before she pulls away again, leaving you breathless. „I could help you I suppose“ she whispers before smirking. „But I think I‘d enjoy it more to watch you beg a little first“. Your eyes pry open, finding hers so close before you stutter „Ag- Agatha“.

„Oh sweet girl, you sound so desperate already“ she sighs before she pulls back enough to study you again. Slowly and deliberately she squeezes your chin before you can‘t take it any more „Tell me how bad you want this“ she whispers before you almost cry in desperation, feeling the tears stinging in your eyes. „Please Agatha - I need you“ you whisper and that‘s all she needs to hear, the words causing her own pupils to blow as she captures your lips in a kiss at last, rough, possesive and so damn hot. She grips your waist, pulling you against her as your chest collides and you lose yourself in the kiss, lips wet and aching for the older woman.

She sends a pool of heat through you, already able to feel your soaked underwear at this point as she begins pushing you against the wooden desk behind you, legs weak under her intense touch. As she pushes you back further and further she begins exploring you a little, moaning into your ear, mouth exploring your neck as well as her tongue. In a swift motion she had your flannel ripped from you, exposing your flushed chest, the black bralette that drives her crazy as her eyes fly over your hardened nipples that undeniably show and how excited she feels to unwrap the rest of you.

But as she steps between your legs you can feel it and she has you gasping and freezing at the same time. Your wide eyes drop before she stops, immediately noticing your hesitation as she stops attacking your neck and looks at you. „What is it sweetheart?“ she asks a little concerned before your gaze drops to something hard between her legs. „I um.. didn‘t know you um“ you stammer before she realizes. „Have a cock?“ she asks so casually that it almost causes you to choke on the air. She watches your expression, the excitement but hesitation and she can‘t help but smirk in amusement.

„Does that.. does that mean you could get me pregnant?“ you ask and she can‘t help but chuckle lowly „Oh sweetheart, you really are a little innocent thing aren‘t you?“ she asks which causes your cheeks to go red yet again. „Yes I could knock you up right now if you wanted to“ she giggles as your mouth hangs wide open from her boldness. „But don‘t worry sweet thing“ she quickly composes herself as she brushes your cheek with her fingers „I know plenty of spells to prevent that“ she reassures before capturing your lips in a kiss again that has you melting right into her. „Don‘t worry, I‘ll take care of everything“ she reassures and you nod into her before her hands reach for your hips, lifting you up and sitting you on the desk as she begins undressing your lower half.

By the time your clothes hit the floor underneath you, the older woman is already between your legs, hands firm against your thighs as she begins exploring your aching pussy with her mouth. She is slow and gentle at first, assuming you hadn‘t done this too many times before or maybe not even at all and despite how much she wanted you, how much she wanted you to scream her name and make you fall apart, she wanted to make this special for you. Once her tongue comes into contact with your clit, your entire body relaxes for a moment before the pure bliss takes over, head thrown back in pleasure despite how hot the image is to have the older woman in between your legs, diving into you as if she is addicted to the taste already.

„Oh babygirl you taste so good“ she moans, her words sending vibrations through you as you grip the wooden table underneath you. She can tell you wouldn‘t last long, your first orgasm already approaching fast with how much she had been teasing you and with how strong this kind of hex was. Agatha wastes no time in teasing your entrance with her fingers, her tongue relentless at this point as your soft whimpers and moans fill her basement and she never wanted to hear anything else ever again, already addicted to you. „So good mm“ you moan, tears of pleasure streaming down your face before the knot in your stomach feels like bursting. „I“ you struggle but she shushes you as her hands stay firm on your legs. „Cum for me sweet girl, I promise it will feel so good“ and so you do, letting the woman elope you in this feeling as you cum undone on her tongue, your juices flowing down her as she licks up every last drop, only coming up to let you taste yourself on her tongue.

By the time you come down from your high, your chest is still heaving, eyes forcing open as you look at her, mouth slightly agape as she stands between you still, eyes searching yours. For a moment she isn‘t sure whether the hex was finished, your entire magic still all over the place. Agatha watches as your eyes go a shade darker, almost as if the desperation from the spell is replaced with something even stronger, lust and desire for the woman. She had been flirting with you for months and teasing you but you never felt ready and you knew by now she wasn‘t seeing anyone, wasn‘t interested in anyone else as she was anything but subtle.

„That better sweetheart?“ she asks curiously before you practically jump at her, innocence and shyness gone as you stand despite your legs feeling wobbly, despite your heart pounding as your lips crash against her own, pushing her into the table at the opposite end of the room until her back collapses against it. Without another thought you go on your knees, pulling her trousers down, wanting to see, wanting to feel what she had told you. Once her cock springs free and you see how hard she is, you waste no time in glancing at her, wanting to make sure she wanted this and by her expression, the way her lips are parted and eyes wide in shock and lust you waste no time.

Your tongue licks around the tip before you slowly take her into your mouth, almost as if you had been doing this a thousand times before and the older woman is so taken back that all she can do is grip your hair tight as she guides your head backwards and forwards until she is completely inside your mouth, surprised with how well you are taking her length and how you aren‘t even gagging, simply carrying on and on and driving her so much closer to her own orgasm. But then she realizes what is happening, how you are topping her, how she gave control to you and that‘s one thing Agatha simply didn‘t do. She drags you up by your collar with practiced ease despite wanting to whimper at the loss of your perfect mouth.

„Confident now are we?“ she murmurs as her lips attack your neck and before you know it she has you in her arms, legs wrapped around her waist before she carries you upstairs, so caught up in the moment and by your mouths exploring each other that you don‘t fully realize she is taking you through the house and into her bedroom. As soon as she lays you down on her bed she is all over you, hands roaming your body before she looks at you, really looks at you, seeing how beautiful you are, how obedient and perfect and how she had been wanting to do this from the first day you ever walked into her house with your notebook and pen wanting to learn from the older witch.

„Fuck Agatha“ you pant as she takes one of your hardened nipples into her mouth, messy and biting sligthly. „I want you please“ you whisper loud enough for her to hear. „You‘re gonna have to get a little more specific“ she smirks confident as ever before your voice wavers „Fuck me Aggie, please I want your cock inside me please“ you almost cry and your begging has her in another dimension as she happily does just that, aligining her tip with your dripping pussy before entering you. Gently at first and so much unlike her and each other‘s needs but all she can see right now is the trust in your eyes, the vulnerability and how this wasn‘t the hex anymore, the older woman being able to tell.

„Oh“ you gasp as soon as she pushes her tip inside, stretching you so perfectly as your eyes force closed at the sensation of having the brunette inside of you. „God- please“ you cry unable to contain how much you wanted this, how bad you wanted to make her feel good and how badly you wanted to cum on her. Agatha doesn‘t hesitate then, pushing in further and further until she is all the way in and surprisingly you take her so well, despite her length, despite how much she is stretching you. „Baby you‘re so tight“ she whimpers as she hovers above you on the bed, unable to deny how good you feel and how she is slowly losing her composure and dominance with you.

„Can you feel - that- darling..“ she pants and you force your eyes open locking with her own. „Mommy is stretching your tight little pussy so well“ she moans and her words send a shiver through your entire body, heart pounding and stomach flipping. With her free hand she takes yours and puts it on your lower abdomen before she smirks despite her own pleasure „Feel how deep mommy is inside you“ she gasps. Something overtakes you then, maybe the fact she called herself mommy multiple times, maybe the fact she was technically your teacher, maybe your huge crush on her or just the feeling of her cock inside you and each other‘s wetness echoing through the quiet bedroom.

„Please can you- can you cum inside me?“ you whisper before she lets out a ragged gasp. „Sweetie“ she hesitates but you don‘t care, don‘t care about the consequences wanting nothing more than for her to fill you up to the brim with her warm liquid. „I don‘t care“ you murmur before she can‘t take it. She always wanted to have you like this, have you begging for her, waking up many times to the thought of this and having to touch herself in order to feel relief for aching for you like this. And now she couldn‘t stop herself. Her right hand moves to your hair gripping it tight again before her left hand reaches for your leg, putting it over her shoulder and hitting into you even harder, the newfound angle sending you both over the edge quickly.

In the end Agatha has you screaming for her, your orgasm washing over you both at the same time „Mommy“ you cry out as her eyes search yours, telling you to keep them open and on her as you cum undone and once you feel her liquid filling you up you cum a second time seconds later. The two of you are breathless by the time she moves your leg from her shoulder and she collapses beside you on the bed. There is silence for a while, the two of you collecting your breathing and waiting for the rush and adrenaline of it all to slow down a little. You are the first to open your eyes, unable to believe this just happened and unsure whether this was maybe just another one of your dreams about the woman you had desired for the longest time now.

As your eyes dart towards Agatha her eyes are closed, lips slightly parted and a hint of a smirk playing on her features. When she notices you shifting onto your side she turns as well, meeting your eyes and tugging some hair behind your ears as she allows herself to take you in fully. „I‘m so glad you accidentally discovered that hex sweetie“ she chuckles lowly and you can‘t help yourself for giggling a little as well as your cheeks go red all over again. Agatha watches you carefully, despite her dominance and everything that happened, caring about your wellbeing more than anything and that you are comfortable with her. She watches you go from content, to shy to very quiet and thoughtful in moments and her eyebrows furrow as she senses something behind your beautiful eyes.

„What is it?“ she asks almost a little worried before your eyes almost grow teary. „Does this mean I won‘t get to come here anymore now?“ you ask, almost small and her heart shatters at your words and the sadness in your voice. „I just mean.. for teaching“ you admit, realizing you may have hinted at your by now obvious feelings for the older woman a little too much. But she is quick to move closer and scoop you into her arms. Her eyes search yours, filled with reassurance and kindness as she wipes some of your tears. „Sweetheart if you think I‘m ever going to let you go after that you are very wrong“ she jokes a little but her features and eyes are so serious that you know she means every word. You almost sigh in relief before she moves a little „Now come on let me clean you up“ she offers as she extracts a hand to you and by the fire in her eyes you could tell this night was far from over.

[lazy-active-me]

Another trend we have to see is the following, everything that is happening in the us now is trickling down to Europe… So just wait ten years and see all the little trumps in Europe… let’s hope we ain’t got Germany taking it too far again… Homelessness is going to be on the rise in Germany if things don’t change. Major cities with have the capacity to offer a lot of jobs also have the problem of record high rents and housing prices that don’t seem to fall. Which inevitably not only leads to more and more people ending up with a too low income, driving them into poverty or depending more and more on the state. If our economy does not change on a global level, it will not matter anyway, since we will see the wars occurring that we got warned about in school by some teachers… Since no country wants to ruin their economy in the short run over climate change wich will only impact them in the long run. Capitalism is a system which is working for certain developments, but not all. Climate change is not offering enough profit until our politics and economies are changing globally… and if that ain’t happening, we are just running into water wars, wars over land that is still usable for farming…

I am not saying I know the answer, but we all know sure as hell, what we are doing now ain’t it. Big companies are washing their conscience in how many jobs they are generating and oh how much of their money they invest in the environment. If you break it down though and put their real impact on waste production, energy use, resource use and co. In relation to what they make, how much they invest into their employees (categorize them btw for gods sake, so that we can see how much managers vs casual workers earn) and how much they put into actual projects that have a positive impact on the environment… I bet most of us will know that it will be off kilter… but well. Just me ranting about shit… and people will always say well that is how it works though… Well fucking know that it is how things are going right now. I don’t want an all liberal party to rule, neither an all out conservative… Man I want that people finally can put their ego to the side and work together. We are living on the same planet, breathing its air , drinking its water. We all have the same right on this world. Fucking cut the crap, we already are in a global economy, but we are still operating it on a broken system that has more holes in it than a Swiss cheese. Make taxes the same in all countries —> there ain’t no gains anymore for big players to move around since they pay the same everywhere —> get a global loan policy —> they can not move their factories in hopes of using cheap labor —> make a set of base cost for resources —> they can not move around anymore for getting things cheaper… — > Policies for using resources more efficiently —-> to avoid useless waste being shipped around the world and filling dumps —> this obviously means we have to take more care when designing shit, so that it lasts is efficient and can be repaired more easily. —> Repair before you get a new product… helps with the waste issues again… make borders open for anybody —> it is going to be chaotic for a while, but it will ultimately lead to a more densely populated world —> cities will grow —> since that is where the jobs are —> Environments where the situation is not good will move to others —> first there will be conflicts yes but having more people live in specific areas will lead to more space for nature to regain it’s health.

Environmental zones —- they are left to their own devices after a little help —> more diversity and more vegetation—> more co2 bound

There is so much that can already be done, but it does not give an economical edge that is big enough yet for people to commit. So we rather run the old system dry until it collapses, and don’t believe the big players will be hurt most… the privateers will have enough power to get out of it decently.

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[koyagifs]

𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭

pairing: wooyoung x reader au: idol | friends to lovers | genre: fluff | slight angst word count: 2 k synopsis: she fell first, he fell harder warning(s): angst in the beginning but fluff afterwards, sweet tooth rotting - literally will get cavities.

It was no secret—your feelings for Wooyoung had always been written across your face, obvious to anyone who cared to notice. Growing up side by side through the whirlwind of high school, your bond had been strong, almost unbreakable. He was the sunshine in your life, lighting up every room with his infectious energy and mischievous smile. Everyone teased you about it, but you never confirmed it—until the day you decided to confess.

It was the day he announced that he'd been accepted as a trainee. The two of you were sitting on the school rooftop, the sun setting behind him as he excitedly talked about his dreams and ambitions. Your heart raced, your palms clammy as you mustered the courage to speak.

"I like you," you had blurted out, interrupting his flow. "I’ve liked you for a long time, Woo."

The silence that followed felt deafening. His eyes widened in surprise before softening into a kind, almost apologetic gaze.

"I… I’m sorry, Ynie," he said gently, using the nickname he’d given you years ago. "You’re my best friend, and I care about you so much, but I don’t feel the same way. And with this trainee thing… I don’t think I could handle anything more right now."

Your world shattered in that moment. Every ounce of bravery you’d summoned felt wasted. You forced a smile, brushing it off like it was nothing, but the ache in your chest lingered long after.

For months, you avoided him. You couldn’t bear to see his face, hear his voice, or pretend like everything was fine. It hurt too much. Wooyoung tried to reach out—calling, texting, even showing up at your house—but you shut him out completely.

Wooyoung had tried to bury the guilt, the regret that gnawed at him for losing you. Even as his dream of becoming an idol came to life, there was always a part of him that wondered what things would be like if you were still by his side. Every practice session, every performance, every achievement—there was always a lingering shadow of your absence. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d lost someone irreplaceable, even if he had told himself it was for the best.

What he didn’t know was that you never really left—not entirely. Despite the heartbreak and the distance, you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go completely. You followed his career from afar, quietly cheering him on as he rose through the ranks to become the star you always knew he could be.

At every fan meeting, showcase, or concert you could attend, you were there, tucked away in the crowd where he couldn’t see you. Over time, some of his more observant fans began to recognize your familiar face, often whispering among themselves about who you might be. They thought you were just another dedicated fan, but they couldn’t have known the history you shared with him—the countless memories, the inside jokes, the confessions and heartbreak.

And it wasn’t just the events. You’d kept in touch with his family, too. His mom still greeted you warmly when you visited, treating you like the old friend she remembered. She never questioned why you came around, as if she understood there were things you couldn’t say to Wooyoung directly.

But you did, you've been at every event you could for Wooyoung to the point where some fans recognized you. Wooyoung had no idea that you still follow him, even talking to his family.

“It means a lot to him, you know,” she had said during one of your visits, her hands busy folding laundry. “Having someone believe in him like you do. Even if he doesn’t know.”

Her words stayed with you, but they also left a bittersweet ache in your chest. You’d convinced yourself you were fine with the distance, fine with supporting him from the shadows. But the truth was, every time you saw him on stage, every time his smile lit up a room, you felt the sharp pang of what you’d lost.

Every time you watched him on stage, your heart swelled with pride. He was living his dream, shining in the spotlight in a way that only Wooyoung could. But there was also a pang of sadness, knowing that you were watching from a distance, unable to share in his success the way you once had.

One day, at a fan sign event, a girl next to you nudged your arm, her eyes wide with recognition. "Hey," she whispered, leaning in. "Aren't you that girl? The one who's always at Wooyoung's events? Some of us have noticed you before."

You froze, your fingers tightening around the album you were holding. You hadn’t expected to be recognized, let alone confronted about it. "Uh, yeah," you said awkwardly, trying to downplay it. "I’m just a fan like everyone else."

The girl gave you a knowing smile, as if she didn’t quite believe your casual response. “Right,” she said, her eyes drifting back toward Wooyoung as he greeted the next fan. “Well, whoever you are, you must really care about him. We’ve seen you around for years now.”

Your chest tightened at her words. You did care, more than anyone knew. But Wooyoung still had no idea that you were following his every step, silently supporting him from the background.

You told yourself you weren’t ready to face him again, not after how things ended. But deep down, you knew the real reason you stayed away—it wasn’t just about the pain. It was about the fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of what he might say if he realized you’d been there all along.

And now, standing in his dorm hallway with flowers in hand, his piercing gaze locked onto yours, you realized there was no running anymore. His band mates shuffling pass, heading into their dorm as Wooyoung stood there in shocked.

His jaw tightened, his expression a mixture of disbelief and something deeper—something he couldn’t quite hide. He stared at you for a moment longer before shaking his head, almost as if trying to snap himself out of a dream.

“How?” he asked, his voice quieter, laced with confusion and a hint of frustration. “How are you here, Yn?”

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant even though your heart was pounding. “ I’m on the guest list,” you said, your tone light but your grip on the bouquet betraying your nerves. “Surprised me too. I didn’t think you wanted to see me again.”

He frowned, stepping closer, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for answers. “Why would you even want to? After everything… after what I—” His voice cracked, and he stopped, swallowing hard. “Why?”

You hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on you. For a moment, you thought about brushing it off, making some excuse, but you knew you owed him more than that. After all this time, the truth deserved to come out.

“Because I never stopped caring about you, Woo,” you admitted softly, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. “Even after you broke my heart, even after I told myself I couldn’t face you again… I couldn’t let go. So I kept following your journey, cheering you on from the sidelines. I didn’t plan to show up here, but your mom called and said i should visit…” You trailed off, looking down at the flowers in your hands. “I guess I couldn’t stay away anymore.”

Wooyoung’s eyes softened, the tension in his stance slowly easing as your words sank in. His expression was a mix of surprise and guilt, his brows furrowing as he tried to process everything you had just said.

“My mom called you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, letting out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. She said it was time I stopped hiding and finally talked to you. Said you’d been… missing me, even if you wouldn’t admit it.”

He looked away for a moment, running a hand through his hair as he let out a quiet sigh. “She’s right,” he murmured, almost to himself. When his gaze returned to you, it was heavy with emotion. “Ynie, I—God, I don’t even know where to start. I thought I lost you. After what I said, I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again.”

“I didn’t,” you admitted honestly, though your tone was gentle. “Not for a long time. It hurt too much, Woo. But your mom was right. I couldn’t keep pretending like you weren’t still a part of my life—even if it was from a distance.”

He took a step closer, the bouquet still clutched tightly in his hand. “You didn’t have to do that. I don’t deserve it, not after how I hurt you. You were my best friend, Ynie, and I let you go. I’ve regretted it every single day.”

Your heart ached at the raw sincerity in his voice, but you managed a small smile. “You didn’t let me go, Woo. I chose to walk away. I didn’t know how to be around you after… everything.”

“I got scared yn..” he admitted, his voice cracking slightly. “I love you too, but - i was so terrified that both of my dreams are clashing at the same time.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you momentarily breathless. You stared at him, wide-eyed, as his confession hung in the air between you. The weight of it, the raw honesty, was something you had dreamed of hearing for so long that it didn’t feel real.

“Wooyoung…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, your grip tightening around the flowers in your hand.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, his gaze dropping to the floor as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. “I was scared, Ynie. Scared that if I let myself love you the way I wanted to, I’d lose everything—my dream, my career, and you. And the thought of losing you in any way… it was too much.”

Your heart twisted painfully at the vulnerability in his voice. The boy you had known for years, so full of confidence and fire, now stood before you with his walls down, his emotions laid bare.

“I thought pushing you away would protect us both,” he continued, his voice trembling. “I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I did was hurt you—and myself. I love you, Ynie. I’ve always loved you. I just didn’t know how to handle it.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you blinked them away quickly, trying to steady yourself. You wanted to be angry, to tell him how much his fear had hurt you, but all you could feel was the overwhelming warmth of finally hearing the words you had waited so long to hear.

“You should have told me,” you said softly, your voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t have to go through it alone, Woo. I would have been there for you, no matter what. That’s what I’ve always wanted—to be by your side.”

He finally looked up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know that now,” he said, his voice breaking. “I was stupid, and I let my fear get in the way. But if you’ll let me… I want to make it up to you. I want to try again. I want to do this right.”

The sincerity in his words left no room for doubt, and for the first time in years, the pain you had carried began to melt away. You took a deep breath, stepping closer to him until there was barely any space between you.

“I’m scared too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ve been scared for so long that I don’t want to let it hold me back anymore. If you’re willing to try, then so am I.”

His eyes searched yours, as if making sure he had heard you right. When he saw the determination in your gaze, a small, hopeful smile broke across his face.

“Really?” he asked, his voice soft, almost disbelieving.

You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek as you smiled. “Really.”

In the next moment, his arms were around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. The flowers tumbled from your hands as you melted into him, feeling the weight of years of pain and longing finally lift.

“I won’t let you down this time, Ynie,” he murmured into your hair, his voice steady with conviction. “I promise.”

And for the first time in a long time, you believed him.

[maddie0101]

chapter one: unspoken feelings

summary: reader worries for Dean, who seems distracted. After a rough ride, Dean eventually caves and tells the reader what’s been on his mind.

warnings: minor injury, worried reader, bull riding, cowboy!dean, idiots in love, soulmate tattoo introduced.

word count: 2.3k

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The air at the rodeo grounds was thick with dust, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of leather. The stands were packed and the energy of the crowd was humming. The announcer’s voice crackled through the speakers, barely audible over the cheers and chatter of the locals who had come to witness the rodeo. Tonight was going to be a good night you thought, but something in your gut caused your hands to tighten around Whiskey's reigns.

It wasn't that you were nervous about your event, you knew you'd do great, but it was Dean who worried you. He'd been acting weird lately. Everytime you'd talk to him, he seemed to be lost in thought. Sure he was still your cocky, sarcastic, and kind best friend, but his mind seemed occupied and his shoulders seemed too tense.

As you cast a glance toward the chutes, where Dean stood among the other riders, his expression was unreadable beneath the brim of his well-worn Stetson hat. Your gaze drifted over his side profile, taking in the strong lines of his jaw, defined and angular. His lips, plump and kissable and freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and nose that you couldn't see but knew they were there.

You'd known Dean since you were kids. You'd immediately clicked when little you threw a punch at a kid when he tried to make fun of Dean.

Dean was instantly impressed that a small girl with pigtails defended him. He'd honestly been taken aback. At first glance you'd looked so cute and innocent but after seeing that, Dean knew he had to keep you around. But as it turned out, he lived on the ranch right next to yours.

The two of you were inseparable. Growing up, you'd do everything together. You eventually met Dean's parents.

Mary was like a mother to you. You always looked up to her, considering your mother had passed before you could ever build a relationship with her. John who was kind of like a second dad to you. He was always kind to you but something about the way he'd teach his boys sat with you wrong. And lastly Sammy, Dean's younger brother. Sam was always someone you would talk to when Dean was gone or exchange thoughts on a book you'd read. Dean would always say that the two of you were nerds for reading but you'd only flip him off and ignore his teasing.

They became family to you, but there was something you’d fought for the longest time.

You were deeply in love with your best friend, and that was a problem.

You'd never meant to fall face first, no way to catch yourself from falling. It hit you one day like a ton of bricks. Sure, you'd always thought that Dean was attractive but one day while he was flirting with one of the many girls that caught his attention at a rodeo, your feelings quickly became clear.

You had feelings for him, but the more you thought about it and him, the more you realized that you didn't just have feelings for him; you were in love with him.

You were quickly reminded of the present when your favorite pair of green eyes locked onto yours. Dean shot you a nervous smile, only people who would know him well enough could detect. You could tell something was off, but you couldn't pinpoint what.

Weaving your way through the crowd of cowboys and stock handlers, you ignored a few of the bull riders looking you up and down, not noticing how Dean's jaw ticked. Dodging flailing ropes and the occasional stomp of restless hooves, you finally reached Dean as he was rolling out his shoulders.

“Hey, cowboy.” You nudged his boot with the toe of yours. “You ready for this?”

Dean’s lips curved into a slow, lazy grin—one that you knew all too well. “Always, sweetheart. But I think the real question is, are you ready? You sure you won’t eat dirt on that first barrel?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Please. Whiskey and I have this down to a science. You, on the other hand, are about to strap yourself to a ticking time bomb. Maybe I should be the one questioning your life choices.”

His grin widened, but there was something else in his eyes—something unreadable, making your stomach twist. Something was up but you shoved the feeling down.

“Be smart out there, Dean.” your voice dropped slightly, no longer teasing. “Eight seconds. That’s all you need.”

Dean exhaled through his nose, nodding. “Eight seconds,” he echoed. But his gaze lingered on you, as if there was something more he wanted to say.

The chute gate clanged open, and Dean’s name was called over the speakers causing the two of you to back away from each other.

"Good luck, De." You sent him a soft smile before you stepped back, watching nervously as he settled onto the massive bull. His gloved hand gripped the rope and as Dean took in a deep breath, he glanced over to you, shooting you a smile.

The animal beneath him was already twitching, muscles bunching like a coiled spring ready to explode.

You waited nervously by the other cowboys as the clinking of the bull hitting the metal gates sounded through the arena.

You didn't hate that Dean was a bull rider per say. You just didn't want to see him hurt, or worse. It was an extremely dangerous sport but once Dean got on a bull for the first time, you knew he was hooked. He was an adrenaline junky after all.

Suddenly, the gate swings open, catching you off guard, and all hell brakes loose. Dean shoots out of the chute, his body moving in perfect sync with the bull’s violent twists and lunges. The crowd roars but you can barely breathe.

Six seconds.

Seven.

Suddenly, the bull lunges with a fierce, violent twist, and Dean's grasp slips free. He slams into the ground with a painful impact, his body tumbling and rolling, narrowly escaping the thunderous crash of the bull’s hooves as they pound the earth where he once laid.

You were paralyzed with horror at the chaotic scene unfolding before your eyes. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still—the sounds of panic ringing in your ears. But then, instinct took over, and without a second thought, you found yourself sprinting away, your heart racing and adrenaline surging through your veins.

You barely heard the roar of the crowd as your boots hit the dirt, your pulse hammering in your ears. The world around you blurred—nothing mattered except getting to Dean.

By the time you reached him, he was on his side, pushing himself up on one elbow, his hat lying a few feet away, half-buried in the dust. His face was twisted in a grimace, one hand pressed to his ribs as if testing for something broken.

“Dean!” You dropped to your knees beside him, your hands hovering over his arm, his shoulder, his chest—desperate to help but afraid to touch in case something was seriously wrong. “Are you okay?”

He groaned, blinking up at you, his expression dazed but not panicked. “Damn,” he muttered, coughing once before giving you that infuriating, lopsided grin. “Hell of a ride, huh?”

Your stomach twisted, the initial rush of fear giving way to frustration. “You idiot,” you breathed, shoving his shoulder lightly before gripping his arm to steady him. “That bull almost stomped you into the ground!”

Dean exhaled sharply, wincing as he sat up further. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, attempting to brush the dirt off his shirt, though it did little to fix the mess he was in.

You shook your head, exasperated. “You weren’t all the way in it tonight, Dean. I saw it.”

Something flickered in his expression—there and gone in an instant. He looked away, rubbing a hand over his wrist before muttering, “Just got in my own head, that’s all.”

But you knew him too well. There was something else. Something he wasn’t telling you. Something that distracted him.

Before you could press him further for an answer, the medics reached the two of you, giving Dean a quick once-over before helping him to his feet. He waved them off with that same easy-going charm, insisting he was fine, but you weren’t convinced.

As you made your way out of the arena, you stuck close to his side, chewing on your bottom lip.

“You sure you’re okay?” you asked again, softer this time.

Dean glanced down at you, and for a second, his cocky mask slipped. He looked tired. Hesitant. Maybe even… afraid.

Then he forced a grin, nudging you lightly with his elbow. “You keep worrying about me like this, sweetheart, people are gonna start talking.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart wasn’t in it. Something was off with him. And you were going to find out what.

After your race with Whiskey, which you won, you and Dean leant against the gate watching as people cleared out of the stands and started heading home.

You and Dean sat in silence for a bit before you studied him, making the knot in your stomach tighter. "You weren't all the way in it tonight," you spoke quietly, still worried what had him so distracted. "What's going on with you?"

Dean hesitated, glancing away before running a hand over his wrist. His voice was quieter when he spoke. “Finally got my tattoo.”

Your breath instantly hitched.

His soulmate tattoo.

You searched his face, but he didn’t offer anything more. Not even showing you where or what it looked like. A sharp pang stabbed at your ribs, but you forced yourself to push it aside. You had to be happy for him, he's going to find his other half soon.

“Guess that means you'll find her soon, won't you?” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice even so he couldn't hear the way this broke a part of you.

Dean’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t answer. He only let out a sigh before running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I guess so." Dean whispered, causing you to wonder why he was so quiet and saddened about it.

"Dean that's a good thing." You tried uplift the mood. "Why are you not excited about it?"

For a second, he didn’t answer, just watched the night stretch over the quiet town. Then, finally, he turned to you, something raw flickering in his eyes.

“I don’t know what to do with it,” he admitted, voice rough. “The tattoo, I mean. What if she pulls me away from everything and everyone I love? All because of fate? Sounds like a load of shit to me."

Your stomach twisted again, but you forced a smile. “I'm sure she wouldn't pull you away from things you love and the people you love, Dean. If anything if she truly loves you, she'll love to see you do things you love and be around the people you love.”

Dean sighed again before turning to look at you. He studied you like he wanted to say something more, but whatever it was, he swallowed it down.

The moonlight spilled through your window, casting soft silver streaks across your ceiling as you lay motionless, lost in thought. The distant sounds of the ranch—the soft rustling of the wind through the trees, the occasional nicker of a horse—should have been comforting, familiar. But tonight, they only made the quiet in your room feel heavier, thick with thoughts you couldn’t shake.

Your fingers absently traced the smooth skin of your wrist, wondering if that’s where it would appear. Or maybe it would be on your shoulder, your ribs, somewhere hidden and waiting to be discovered.

The thought sent a shiver through you.

You had grown up knowing that one day, when you turned twenty-five, the mark of your soulmate would find its way onto your skin. A symbol, a design, something entirely unique—one half of a whole. Somewhere out there, someone had the other half, the missing piece. But your twenty fifth birthday came and went, with no sign of your tattoo appearing. It wasn't supposed to appear exactly on your twenty fifth birthday, but you hoped it would. Some people didn't get their mark for up to ten years after. You always hated the fact that it could take that long but there was nothing you could do about it.

Dean had turned twenty five almost a year ago, a few months before you did. He hadn’t been happy about not receiving his yet, but eventually forgot all about it up until now. You thought he would've been happy to get the mark but the way he acted tonight, it was like he dreaded what was inked into his skin.

Your chest tightened as you turned onto your side, gripping the blanket a little too tightly.

He hadn’t shown you his tattoo. Was he ashamed of it? Did he know who it matched to?

That was what had gnawed at you all night, the way his expression had shifted when he mentioned it. The way he had looked away, almost like he was afraid. Dean never held back with you—until now.

What did it all mean? Why was he acting like this?

A part of you wanted to ask him outright, to demand to see it, to get some kind of answer. But another part of you—the part that had spent years treading the delicate line of your friendship—was terrified.

What if it wasn’t you?

What if the universe had written a different ending, a different name in the stars?

You swallowed hard, trying to shake the thought. But deep down, the truth remained, settling heavy in your chest.

You wanted it to be Dean.

More than anything, more than you’d ever let yourself admit.

(Plz read v )

author’s note: hey guys! I’m super excited to share this series with you and hope that yall enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing!

I’m sorry the first chapter is so short but it’s only setting everything up, I promise! (We have to get through the boring stuff first lol) The rest of the chapters will be longer than this one, I can promise yall that!

Also, if you hadn’t seen my latest post, I’m going to be updating every Wednesday now, instead of Thursday. I will change the dates on the schedule as well.

buckle up babes, because this is only the beginning. Hope you guys like a lot of angst and angry!dean lmfao.

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[sailorblossoms-rankane]

I have talked about Akane's insecurities with femininity before, but I want to add another element now: maturity. Her crush on the doc informs a lot of her behavior in the manga. (We all know about the hair = expectations of femininity so I'll skip that)

Part of what embarrasses Akane here (and part of why Ranma is good for her) isn't just that she's acting in a way that's not considered "feminine" in front of the doc... but that she's acting like a kid.

She's responding to Ranma's energy (who begs for her attention like a kid)

That's part of why the suitors are never real threats to Akane, not even in terms of "self-worth." Stuff like bust size comparisons and cooking contests are kept between her and Ranma (childishly!) the other girls are not ever meant to be used for beauty contests or related.

The girls bother Akane by being homewreckers and invaders (seen in Ukyo trying to run the show or briefly moving into Ranma's room and Shampoo literally wrecking the house or jumping ranma when he's washing his ass) (outside of Kasumi, she has no model of ideal femininity. Shampoo and Ukyo don’t have those roles for her. struggles against them are about behavior, control, power… not beauty or femininity contests)

She gets jealous, but what really gets to Akane with the other girls is that they might have control over her relationship with Ranma (is he going along with Shampoo's antics? Is Ukyo a closer friend? Can she have a say in our engagement?) (these girls get to Akane's pride and competitive side, but serious shit about image and fears of losing love is kept between Akane and her SISTERS, and Akane and Ranma… it’s kept within her home)

"Lucky you, she's a cute girl!" is Akane being a clown about her jealousy, comparable to Ranma's "you must be having fun on your little date" even though they both know the other people are nothing but trouble. They're being CHILDISH, it turns off their brains

When she gets competitive with the other girls is always very childish (which, again, is part of making it unserious) "he's mine, let go of him" type of shit

(this is part of framing Ranma's popularity in the manga as undesirable btw, besides him obviously not having a good time: that it doesn't use them to TRULY unsettle Akane in terms of self-image) (the old anime tends to do the opposite)

I've mentioned that real fears about losing love are kept between her and her sisters (who are often the ones putting fears into Akane's head...) and I think part of it is that they're OLDER than her. Akane is seriously (and not "childishly") affected only when Nabiki "confesses"

Here's the thing about growing out a pixie cut: it takes a long fucking time. Kasumi is Akane's model of femininity not just in the present, but in terms of who she is supposed TO BECOME as she grows up. In this context, even love implies a future (becoming a wife)

(growing hair = growing up... I didn't even think about it like this when I started this but growth implies the passage of time. To be "more like a lady" and less tomboy also implies "to mature." Girls are expected to mature faster than boys)

This is what unsettles Akane with Hinako the most, even though she doesn't see her as "a real threat" like the other girls do. Hinako is "more mature"

We see Akane "reacting childishly" but hurt in a very SERIOUS way whenever she feels like she's being compared to "an older woman" and "is coming up short" (it's not spelled out like that with Nabiki, but being the baby sister is part of why Nabiki is fucking with her in that arc)

This is part of why Akane is so sensitive in the bust arc (where Ranma unknowingly picks on her insecurities when he teases her because he doesn't get why she's lashing out and to downplay his attraction) her body is developing so she's *feeling* more mature

"Growing up" is a big theme here: childish behavior (familiar ground) conflated with grown-up attraction (ranma) and a wish to be feel more mature (and desirable for Akane, but specifically for the person she's in love with)

Nodoka is a big source of stress for Ranma but she provides the validation Akane doesn't get from the older women in her family (who mean well and will be on her side always but they can also just be.. clueless jerks lol you can see how not having her mom affects her still...)

(...because even though Akane's sisters are older than her, they are not exactly mature women, Kasumi is just 19, even if she shows more maturity than most ppl in that house, which we can attribute to having to grow up faster and take on household's chores)

You leave Akane alone and she can be pretty sensible and reach the "right" conclusions, whereas Ranma lacks emotional intelligence and needs to be pushed. She's good for him because she makes him grow...

At the same time, Ranma is good for Akane because she shouldn't grow up too fast. It's good for her to be able to relax and be a little clown, in ways she's not free to be with everyone. Ranma provides safety in multiple ways

(you could also say there is a struggle in where to be childish and where to be mature in some of their conflicts... Ranma is not good with words, so conflicts are often resolved with him SHOWING his feelings after a childish fight)

(the other thing that can really "break" Akane is "am I being a burden to Ranma?" but that's another conversation...)

(this was brought to you by me being reminded that the dead husband was the main girls' high school teacher in Maison Ikkoku, and you see the doc already liked Kasumi when she was wearing her fucking high school uniform in that flashback 😭)

(Akane can get hurt because of Ranma's immaturity sometimes, but going from molding herself after her older sister because she crushed on an older man to liking Ranma, who likes her as she is, and being herself, is the best thing that could have happened to her there. Akane was vulnerable)

(this is also brought to you by me being extremely annoyed by people thinking Akane is looking for models of femininity in the other girls when she’s not, which I’m blaming on the old fucking show, resulting in not enough people paying enough attention to the manga to pick up any of this stuff)

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Hi, I really like how precise you are with your kpop readings. Is it okay if you can do a reading about enhypen how pure they are as a person and in romantic relationships. To relate the saying that there are some other people that are best as friends but bull$#it as partners.

I have done plenty of readings on their love life, so don't need to read on this. I can just tell you what I have gotten from them from my readings. This is just my interpretation of what I have gotten. I do not claim these as facts. And they can always change and evolve. This is the energy now.

Heeseung-I say overall is a pure person, but is crazy clingy and has attachment issues, so that will end up being a problem for him in relationships as he has to work on being more independent to have a healthier dynamic in relationships.

Jay- Has some issues right now. He used to be the standard of what a good man in relationship was, but he has reverted to an unevolved Taurus where he can be pretty difficult to date. He pretty much is a fboy at this point in his life. Abd doesn't take relationships too eriously.

Jake-Ugh, he has issues, can be pretty toxic. Prety much wants control of his partners and wants them to depend on him a bit too much.

Sunghoon-Struggles with intimacy period. Relationships will just be fun and games until he works on dealing with his intimacy issues. This is due to not having the best parents growing up that did not give him emotional support. This also goes for Jake too. I will go more into this when I do his Boyfriend reading this weekend. Sunghoon I am referring to there.

Sunoo- Nothing too bad when it comes to him, he can have a tendency to be in toxic relationships and stays in them due to his loyalty and love for them. As a boyfriend, I don't see him as that bad though.

Jungwon-Yeah, he can be pretty selfish and self-indulgent and won't care too much about the needs of his partner.

Ni-Ki-He doesn't give me anything toxic as of yet. I don't really get much for him in love readings. I don't see him having as much dating experience to see.

[bangtanhoneys]

Grace & Yoongi - AU Headcanons, part two

Note: I hope this makes up for the delays!

A special solo stage for Grace and Yoongi highlights their undeniable chemistry, showcasing how effortlessly they complement each other. Grace begins by singing one of her solo tracks, her voice rich with emotion as the stage lights dance around her. As the camera sweeps across the scene, it reveals Yoongi—back in full blonde mode, reminiscent of Agust D’s first explosive appearance. The crowd erupts as he steps forward, clad in all black, hood up, exuding an aura of raw intensity.

As the beat drops, Yoongi launches into his first-ever solo, Agust D, his flow sharp and commanding. Backed by dancers in black hoodies, the energy crackles through the arena. Grace hypes him up, effortlessly rapping along to the chorus, her presence just as electrifying. At the peak of the performance, she makes a signature move—forming a ‘D’ with her fingers and hovering it over her eye.

The small gesture ignites a cultural wave. Within hours, fans flood TikTok with challenges, mimicking the move. Soon, it becomes an inside joke among BTS and their fans—whenever Yoongi or the group says ‘D,’ they instinctively mirror Grace’s gesture, turning it into a phenomenon. Even during performances of Dionysus, she subtly references it, sending the fandom into a frenzy.

As their power as a duo grows, so does the attention from luxury brands. Valentino, Tiffany & Co., Vera Wang—every designer and high-end company wants to cash in on the couple that effortlessly blends elegance with rebellion. When Grace and Yoongi finally agree to a Valentino campaign, it becomes an instant sensation. Social media crashes under the weight of their presence, stock prices skyrocket, and the world can’t get enough of them.

The campaign itself is cinematic—moody lighting, stolen glances, the slightest brush of hands. They wear complementary outfits, tailored to perfection, exuding power and intimacy. In the background, You Right by Doja Cat plays, setting the tone for something both unattainable and magnetic.

Yet, within BTS’s world, they remain professionals. Their romance is never explicitly referenced in interviews, and their public appearances are carefully composed. To an outsider, they are nothing more than close colleagues, an artistic force that moves in sync. But those who have been watching—truly watching—know the truth. It lingers in the way Yoongi’s gaze softens when she speaks, in the way Grace instinctively adjusts his mic before a performance, in the fleeting but unmistakable moments that slip through the cracks.

The Valentino campaign cements them as the couple of the moment, but it’s only the beginning. Offers keep rolling in—Gucci wants them for a sleek, monochrome concept, Cartier envisions them in a timeless black-and-white romance, and even Vogue Korea is pushing for an exclusive couple’s cover. Yet, Grace and Yoongi remain selective, choosing projects that align with their artistic vision rather than just chasing trends.

While the world fixates on their fashion influence, the music industry watches with equal fascination. Their chemistry extends beyond the stage and into the studio, where they collaborate effortlessly. When Yoongi is working on a track late at night, it’s Grace who leans over his shoulder, humming a melody that sparks something in him. A few months later, that same melody becomes the haunting hook of a song they release together—a stripped-down, intimate track that showcases their intertwined artistry.

The song drops without warning. No teasers, no promotion—just a midnight upload with nothing but their initials as the title. Fans go wild. The lyrics, raw and unfiltered, speak of two people caught between passion and restraint, of stolen moments in the chaos of their world. Every line is dissected, every whisper analysed. Did Yoongi write that verse about her? Did Grace’s harmony in the chorus mean something more? The speculation fuels the fire, but neither of them addresses it.

During a BTS world tour stop in Paris, the energy shifts again. A single moment, caught on camera, spreads like wildfire. The group is performing Black Swan, a song that thrives on emotion, on the vulnerability of an artist’s soul. Midway through the performance, Grace and Yoongi cross paths in the choreography—just for a second, their hands brush. It’s barely noticeable, but the way Yoongi’s fingers linger before he lets go doesn’t go unnoticed.

Twitter explodes.

“That wasn’t in the choreo, right? Right??”“They’re literally in a Jane Austen novel at this point. The longing. The restraint. The HANDS.”

After months of speculation, Grace and Yoongi finally agree to one joint interview and photoshoot—Vogue Korea.

The cover? Iconic.

Draped in sleek, minimalistic black-and-white outfits, they stand back-to-back, exuding effortless cool. The accompanying spread features artistic, moody shots—one where Yoongi leans against a piano while Grace sits on top of it, another where they’re both drenched in rain, staring at each other with unreadable expressions.

The interview, however, is what truly fuels the fire.

When asked about their undeniable chemistry, Grace simply smiles. "We just understand each other."

When Yoongi is asked if he and Grace ever fight, he smirks. "No. She wins before I can argue."

And when the interviewer jokingly asks if fans should expect a wedding before another mixtape, Yoongi laughs—but Grace? She just hums thoughtfully and says, "Music first."

Twitter implodes.

During a chaotic Run BTS episode, the group is split into teams for a survival-style mission. Everyone expects Grace to be competitive, but what no one expects is how effortlessly she and Yoongi form an unspoken alliance.

While the rest of the members are busy sabotaging each other, Grace and Yoongi quietly collect the necessary items, exchange barely-there nods, and execute their plan flawlessly. When they win, the members explode in disbelief.

"When did you two even talk about this?!" Namjoon demands.

Yoongi just smirks. "We didn’t need to."

From that point on, ARMY dubs them the Silent Dream Team, convinced they can communicate telepathically.

During soundcheck for a stadium show, a live-streamed moment unexpectedly becomes legendary. Grace, wearing Yoongi’s hoodie (a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed), is practicing vocals when she suddenly realises it’s way too big for her. She lifts her hands—and the sleeves cover them completely.

Without thinking, she turns to Yoongi, shaking her sleeves like floppy noodles. "Fix this."

Yoongi, half-asleep and sipping coffee, looks up, sighs dramatically, and wordlessly rolls up her sleeves for her. The whole thing lasts maybe five seconds, but ARMY? They turn it into a meme, a sticker pack, and eventually, a full-blown merch line called "Fix This."

During one of their future tour stops, BTS is performing UGH!, a song that requires intense energy. Everything is going smoothly until Grace decides to improvise.

Instead of rapping the part she has been given as written, she playfully flips a line, directing it straight at Yoongi.

The moment the words leave her mouth, Yoongi—mid-performance—actually forgets his next line.

It’s only for half a second, a barely-there stutter, but the entire fandom catches it.

The members definitely catch it too.

Namjoon nearly chokes on his own lyrics, Taehyung is trying (and failing) not to laugh, and Jungkook physically turns away so the cameras don’t catch him losing it.

Meanwhile, Grace? She just winks at Yoongi before continuing as if nothing happened.

ARMY goes feral.

“GRACE JUST GLITCHED YOONGI IN REAL TIME.”

“Someone check on him. His whole system shut down.”

“I DIDN’T KNOW THAT WAS EVEN POSSIBLE.”

After the performance, backstage footage catches Yoongi giving Grace a long look before sighing.

"You’re trouble," he mutters.

She grins. "You love it."

He doesn’t argue.

[whoviandoodler]

( @oblivious-chaos you asked me for more details so here you go!!)

I've been thinking about the bad kids' gray morality in relation to combat ever since their fight with johnny spells, when they fully went off the rails, fueled by the memory of what happened in the cafeteria- the highway chase, killing people with no thought given to the moral implications of taking a life, in all the ways fighting that fight like they were in a movie. the gang members weren't people, they were the Enemy, props to be eliminated before they did harm in an almost theatrical display of prowess from the bad kids. this was all the more so highlighted by the fact that their names never even came up in game and were only mentioned by brennan for fun- they never even attempted to have a conversation with these bikers, to treat them in any way like living beings.

and from then on, as gradation in storytelling necessitates, the fights grew harder and harder, and so every time the bad kids fought, they were scrambling. they were the underdogs. especially with the final bosses- they were davids fighting against goliaths, waging impossible fights and barely winning, often leaving all in one piece purely through luck and/or the little man's ingenuity (kristen's clerical talent, fig making the diamonds via performance in the nightmare king's forest, etc).

in many ways, in their eyes, they're still those fourteen year old children standing in the cafeteria, watching someone die for the first time. experiencing that quick, decisive flip where the world went from a place of adventure filled with swashbuckling and bright lights to a real, brutal place where a miscalculation or just pure bad luck marks the difference between walking away from a fight and your corpse being carried away. and yes, they've gotten stronger, and more confident, and became better tacticians, but there's still that energy in them, that terrified, small place that makes them bare their teeth and swing to kill not wound.

but oh my god, are they no longer those children. it remind me of when zelda told gorgug that he still thinks he's that loser kid and thus carries himself and makes decisions based off of that mistaken, leftover impression, and it's a trend that doesn't stop at gorgug, or romantic ventures. they're legitimately terrifying fighters, and they keep on growing stronger and stronger, and one day they will no longer be davids but goliaths, and unless they stop to reevaluate where they are in the food chain they will miss the moment that happens and keep hitting with their full strength against people much weaker than them for perceived threat. the situation that happened with fathrethriel, where fig nearly murdered someone because he was annoying, will start happening more and more often, even when there's no brennan to meta their awareness of their strength and the strength of others.

so the way i see it, and a really fun thing to consider/roll around, is their potential for villainy- outside of the current situation which is itself pretty dark, even if the genre of the show most often makes light of it (which i do like! it both allows us to enjoy the show as it is presented on the surface, and to consider it through a lens of more mundane morality; it's also why i had no issues with them killing kipperlilly as a story choice- i saw some fans were upset that it happened (which is valid!) because she was a manipulated child not a beacon of evil and it wasn't acknowledged in-story, but imo the implications of not acknowledging it and what it means for the bad kids' morality are equally as delicious)

[gettingovershame]

Schaffa in The Fifth Season vs Schaffa in The Obelisk Gate gives the same energy as “How my parents were with me” vs “How my parents are with their grandchildren”

[koropukgoro]

Actually I will ramble a bit cuz my friend & I do have a hc we’ve been playing off of that involves tiny Vash but since it’s canon in stampede that Vash can change the density of his Gate & in maximum (my preferred trigun) how Vash can grow really Big and Monstrous (so can Knives) if he adds to his mass so he can support his size that maybe an Opposite effect can happen. While growing, Vash needs added mass to support his weight, but the bigger he gets, the more inhuman and more of a flesh singularity he becomes; that growth also causes him to lose his identity and get consumed by himself temporarily. Because I’m a silly guy who likes thinking his GT with logic… but also… maybe when Vash overuses plant juices, or his body needs to fall into recovery mode after extreme body harm / near fatal situations (or extreme psychological stress), he goes into what my friend and I call “power saving mode”. Back up battery. His body shrinks. Size varies but the smallest he’s gotten is 2 inches. There’s an inherent fear he has if he pushes himself over his limits he might go quantum & never recover… like how in stampede he shrunk his Gate into a quantum state… it’s a very round about kind of canon aligned hc to make Vash shrink and be tiny. And cuz he neglects his plant powers so much he can’t control it… not until much much later in maximum… but he mostly can’t… also reflects his plant ability to absorb / store energy and release it.

Something something we’ve had scenarios where Vash’s body & mind gets so stressed out mini psychotic break or physical issue just causes him to shrink in his hotel room in front of Wolfwood & the Girls… and basically whatever’s on him at the time shrinks too so what he’s wearing n stuff… hehehe itty bitty & a lil squeaky and definitely extremely nervous exchanges between handling & being handled. Also accidentally freaking out his companions. Being small reminds him he’s not human & it makes him feel a lil self conscious…

[rose-tinted-nostalgia]

I’ll never understand how a man I’ve begged to leave can pretend like I’m holding him hostage. I do, regrettably, need his support, and yet I’ve actively begged him to go over and over and over again, because I’d rather be homeless then live with this threat hanging over my head, and still, he doesn’t leave, and he pretends like he’s some god-tier husband and father, and I’m the nagging, helpless bitch of a wife who won’t put out, doesn’t appreciate his efforts, never lets him have a moment of peace, and is actively keeping him here against his will, killing him with some misery I’ve forced upon him, as if he’d allow me that kind of power.

[pagesofkenna]

i wanted to make a post about a thing but the more i think about it the more i want to say and it's just going to end up being a big ramble essay, so instead i'll just give the thesis statement, thusly:

as the #1 Ratgrinders Apologist (self-appointed), of course they're the final boss fight to the death. i expected nothing less and the people trying to make discourse about it are ignoring the entire context of this being a Dungeons and Dragons game

[a-flickering-soul]

Favorite easy recipe?

i love this QUESTION!!! whenever idk what to eat i'll make this lentil soup and it is GREAT it has protein and veggies and it is so good and adaptable and good for meal prep!! i'll put a picture of it here and add the recipe below the cut.

adapted from this recipe

Ingredients: 1 cup red lentils (I’m serious, JUST one cup, it’ll make 3-4 servings), 3 cups low-salt chicken stock or water, mirepoix (diced carrot, celery, onion), 2 hot Italian sausages, a handful of kale (washed, stripped from the stems, and torn into pieces), oil, salt, whole spices (I used cumin, mustard seeds, and black pepper) and 3 tbsp lemon juice

Saute the mirepoix in oil until onions turn translucent, then add the sausage (removed from its casing), break it up, and let it get a little browned. Add in the stock/water and lentils (I added in the kale here too since it’s tough and needs a while to cook) and bring to a boil, then turn it down to a simmer and let it go for 15-30 minutes depending on how quickly your lentils cook, stirring every now and then. Somewhere around here, check for salt and add as much as you want. Right after you take it off the heat, add in the lemon juice. During the last 5 minutes or so, take some oil, heat it up, and fry the whole spices to make tadka (infused oil + bloomed spices). Make sure you keep an eye on it and keep it moving so nothing burns (takes about a minute, should smell really good). Serve with some bread if you want and a drizzle of tadka on top!

Kale can be substituted with any leafy green vegetable (spinach and Swiss chard would probably be really good), the tadka can totally be omitted, and the sausage can be swapped for a nice ham hock, chorizo, etc, or omitted entirely to make it vegan :) also I added extra lemon juice bc I like sour things but u don’t need to. This is also good with some hot sauce and/or Greek yogurt on top too!