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ornii · 1 year ago

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Hi so i had this idea for a while. When your free can you do like a Jenna ortega x Male Reader where the reader is basically Michael Jackson?

Oh..The Wicked Games We Play

This got so much Darker than I wanted it to be, so I just sort of ran with it lmao. I was listening to Wicked Games by The Weeknd and it just sort of flows out. And I consider The Weeknd definitely on Par with MJ in this current music Landscape, so I’ll try and go for that.

Fame, Fortune, the lifestyle normal people dream for, is really a nightmare you eventually never wake up from. That was the case with you. The lavish cars, men and women screaming your name as you stood before them, like a god amongst men. You truly felt, untouchable. That’s how all those wiry fame feel, that they’re invincible, that human emotions don’t matter to them now, nothing matters. The stage was set for another concert, you had a final performance before the end of the tour, and like the scary perfectionist you are, you put 200% effort into all of it. Rehearsals, vocal performances, workouts, everything to push the human body to its limits. There was only one person that got inbetween all of this.

Jenna.

It wasn’t on purpose of course, it wasn’t her fault her natural beauty, amazingly perfekt personality and allure caught your eye so often, the way she watched so intently during your rehearsals, the concern she would show when you began to slow down, lose balance, look a bit, disheveled from lack of sleep. She loved you, but she was slowly starting to resent what you became and she hoped this tour will be the last for a while, with her workings schedule and the performances you put on on a weekly basis, it’s amazing you two have time for anything. While the premiere Wednesday was stellar, you unfortunately couldn’t make it due to being halfway across the country, but you watched, called, texted and constantly showed your support, regardless of presence or not.

But one thing, one small occurrence showed you an unfortunate side of popularity, watching the cameras flash of Jenna, and Percy, who played Xavier, the way he seemed so, calm around her, his natural they seemed together. While it irked you, you couldn’t be angry at costars being well, Co-Stars. Ready to put the subject down, you watched as his hand wrapped around her shoulder, her smile, his, and that gnawing feeling sank back into your heart, jealousy. And In that fit, you extend the tour another two weeks, and pushed yourself to take the world over, she’ll have to notice you then.

You stopped responding to her text so much, simple one worded answers, short calls, barely getting any sleep, work, work, work. Focus, confidence in yourself, that’s what you needed. And it all came to a final push during the last night of the tour, backstage you sat down in the room, trying to think straight as the sleep deprivation and exhaustion took its tole, looking in the mirror you saw the bags under your eyes, the weary look in them, and in the reflection of the mirror, you watched the door open, and Jenna was there, she looked worried, having to fly all the way out here, just for this.

“(Y/n).” She said in a slightly upset tone, she folded her arms as you kept staring at the mirror.

“Why haven’t you been talking to me?” She asks.

“I have—“ you attempt to reply, but she isn’t buying your obvious bullshit.

“Stop lying, you aren’t like this, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She approaches your chair, and your anger slowly began to rise up, letting it boil.

“Why? Why don’t you just go talk to Percy, you two seem close.” You say, not out of Hate, but misguided feelings, She stood in her tracks and was in disbelief.

“That’s what this is about?” she said, and you stood up to turn around.

“What else would it be? Jenna I can barely get to hold you sometimes and he gets to put his fucking arm around you?”

“That’s, I don’t know why he did that, but you know we just work together. You know that’s true, why are you so angry?”

“You always told me that we try to keep it friendly with everyone we work with so shit like this doesn’t happen and the media doesn’t run with it!”

“What am I supposed to do? Shove him away? What do you want from me? You’re mad because I didn’t scream at him?!”

“Because I—“ you start, but stop and shake your head, you saw the hurt in her eyes, and it didn’t make you feel better as you thought it would.

“I love you… but I can’t be around you right now.” You said, and Jenna took a deep breath walked back to the door, you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing you said would fix this. The performance was less than ten minutes and you had all of this baggage, you took the rest to try and sort it all out, and began the performance. Darkness enveloped the stage, and red lights, like a highway began to go along the stage and one appeared before you in the middle, the crowd exploded with cheers and love, but it all felt so.. hallow. Because the one person you wanted there left in a fit of rage because of you, but as the veterans of music would tell you, the show must go on. The music bellows and you step out under the red in the classic Red Wine suit bladed, black slacks and button up shirt and gloves, with your eyes hidden behind the glasses, your voice took over the world at that moment, as Blinding Lights roared though the stadium.

“I've been tryna call, I've been on my own for long enough, Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe

“I'm going through withdrawals / You don't even have to do too much / You can turn me on with just a touch, baby!~

“I look around and / Sin City's cold and empty (oh!) / No one's around to judge me (oh!) I can't see clearly when you're gone!

“I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights / No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch / I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night / Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

(Hey!, hey!, hey!)

Song after song, Wicked Games, StarBoy, Earned It, the crowd drinking in the roar of your voice, the sound, as the music downs out and it’s all black, you pull out your phone and make a single text to the DJ.

“Change of Plans, Die for you.” He says, and as the crowd prepares for the final song, you walk up to the mic stand and grab it, and nod. Your eyes look desperately out to the crowd, as if to yell for him but, no one can hear, and you look forward, only hoping she’s watching from somewhere.

“This is for you Jenna. Love you and, I’m sorry.” You utter in the mic, missions of “Awws” echo but you ignore them and continue as the song begins.

“I'm findin' ways to articulate the feelin' I'm goin' through, I just can't say I don't love you..

'Cause I love you, yeah

“It's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold But tonight, I'm gon' let you know

Let me tell the truth Baby, let me tell the truth, yeah!~

“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes!You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry, You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night, I'm scared that I'll miss you, happens every time, I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love I try to find a reason to pull us apart

It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it!

I can't walk away, oh!!~

Even though we're goin' through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you! Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'Cause baby, I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~

“I'm findin' ways to manipulate the feelin' you're goin' through, But, baby girl, I'm not blamin' you Just don't blame me, too, yeah 'Cause I can't take this pain forever And you won't find no one that's better 'Cause I'm right for you, babe I think I'm right for you, babe!~

“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it! I can't walk away, oh!

“Even though we're goin' through it!And it makes you feel alone, Just know that I would die for you! Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~”

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind ‘Cause baby, I would die for you, uh Baby, I would die for you, yeah

“I would die for you, I would lie for you, Keep it real with you, I would kill for you, My baby

I'm just sayin', yeah, I would die for you, I would lie for you, Keep it real with you, I would kill for you, My baby

“Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, ooooooooh~”

“Even though we're goin' through it!And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'Cause baby, I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah…”

As the music drowns out, after spending so much energy, your legs began to gave out, the heat of the lights, the deafening crowd, it all was too much for your body, and you toppled down, the last thing you saw before the darkness were the red lights flashing black.

Your eyes began to flutter awake, resting on something, soft and warm, but it slowly began to return to focus as you saw Jenna, she looks down at you. You were backstage, resting on her legs on the couch.

“You’re a fucking idiot you know that?” She said, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Shut up, you haven’t eaten, slept? This is why I wanted you to stop, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Jenna—“

“No, save your strength, I get you were upset and I’m sorry.”

“I’m.. sorry too..” you murmur, and she kept that cute angry pout that she did on Wednesday, but it slowly crumbled down as she placed her hand on your chest. Feeling your heartbeat.

“Let’s just… take the month off, Wednesday stopped production and season two is a while away, and I think you’re doing touring.. right?”

“Well—“

“That was a rhetorical question.” She replied, annoyed, you take her advice and just go along with her, you raised your hand and placed it on hers, holding it. All that fake and fortune means nothing without the love of your life, her hand near your heart.

I Suppose fame and fortune have their Wicked Games to play on those who chads it.

#netflix #male reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n

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astronautmike-dexter · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

After a cheeky menty b, baby is medicated and writing again yewww Red Flag update y'all

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Normally he might have indulged the women for a moment or too, just to remind himself that it was his choice that he hadn't been laid in a while. As soon as he made it into F1, sex had taken a backseat as he put his focus into himself and the car. Aside from the sporadic moments where he listened to soft, flirtatious words, and let gentle hands stray across his arms, he would not be swayed by the embrace of a woman.

Until now.

Try as he might to resist, in moments of peace or solitude his mind would wander. Impossible curves wrapped in tight fabric, the crimson of a fatal wound; lithe fingers adorned in wicked black polish, gliding up and down his length; pink, plump lips whispering heavenly sins in his ear.

Whatever you want.

#Vegebul #vegeta #bulma briefs #vegeta x bulma

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holycatsandrabbits · 5 months ago

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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: The Donner Party: Wagon Train Tragedy

Welcome to Weird Wednesday! Today we’re off on another of our ill-advised journeys—this time across the US Sierra Nevada Mountains in 1846, by wagon.

A few years back, my family made a cross-country move from the US midwest to the west coast, following routes pioneers took 175 years earlier. We made the drive in 3 (long) summer days. For settlers like the Donner Party, it could take up to 6 months, from spring to fall. Most importantly: our route was lined with grocery stores and restaurants. For the Donner Party, the lack of food would be famous—and fatal.

The Donner Party of pioneers, named for its leader George Donner, was doomed by a late start, interpersonal conflict, and one spectacularly bad decision: trusting two strangers about an untested “shortcut” on the way to California that turned out to be anything but short.

The last obstacle on the trail was the Sierra Nevada range: major mountains with wicked winters. The Donner Party, attempting the crossing far too late in the season, met early blizzards that dropped 20 feet of snow. Eighty-seven men, women, and children were stranded, miles from help.

Survival cannibalism is a tragic mainstay of wilderness and sea disasters. The focus, of course, is that people are eating other people, but to my mind what often gets overlooked is the incredible things people will eat right before they get to that point. The Donner Party ate shoelaces and horse bones boiled enough to be swallowed. Some children ate a rug. Eventually, they were desperate enough to eat their own cabin roofs, made of ox hides, leaving them without shelter.

Check out the blog post for the whole story and some writing prompts, such as:

It's not too late. Today 16,000 people live by the shores of Donner Lake, in a town called Truckee. There’s a railroad, and of course, restaurants. It’s human nature to wish we could go into the past and use modern technology to aid doomed travelers, shipwrecked sailors, or plague victims. A time travel story about bringing the Donner Party into modern-day Truckee would be fascinating.

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mollywog · 6 months ago

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BEFORE THE BEGINNING (dealer's choice)

Thank you for the ask @rarepairheathen!!🩶

Okay you asked this ages ago and today I binged Season 3 of Bridgerton, so you’re getting a bit of my new Francesca Bridgerton inspired idea.

Note: idk… this might be spoiler-y for Francesca’s plot (When He Was Wicked), so read at your own risk?

Peeta can hear the music as he enters the house. He’d come as soon as he was bid for his brother's wedding, but even though he’d left the morning after the news had reached him, he’d still only arrived a mere two days before the nuptials. It was just like his brother to make up his mind on something and then have it done as efficiently as possible.

He slips into the drawing room unnoticed, the whole party arrested at the singer's voice. Even the old birds at the card table had paused their play to listen. He immediately recognizes the country air as a favorite from his youth; one he’d only ever known as the Valley Song. The acute sense of nostalgia lasts until he spots the source of the song.

She’s short and slender with dark hair in two braids wrapped around her head like a halo, a look befitting this otherworldly creature with her ethereal voice and steady silver eyes.

The song ends and the rest of the room comes back to life, but Peeta is still transfixed. He’s never been in love before, let alone fallen, so he’s not sure where this conviction comes from that tells him that is exactly what has just happened.

He’s still standing in awe when a hand clasps his shoulder, “there you are, brother. We’ve been expecting you. How were your travels?”

They talk of mileposts and inns until Peeta can no longer subdue his interest in the reason for his visit. “I only hope my tardiness tonight does not offend your bride.” Graham had never shown much interest in the fairer sex, so he’s rather intrigued to learn who has captivated his notice.

“Of course! Let me introduce you.” Graham leads him towards the pianoforte where a regal honey haired woman in white sits. She will make a fine Countess of Bakerston. She’s in conversation with his raven haired enchantress and Peeta revels at the prospect of so soon finding himself acquainted with the woman he’s certain he’ll die if he does not one day wed. If only he’d thought to change before joining the party.

Both women stand at their approach. “Peeta, please let me introduce you to my intended,” He has some small bit of flattery ready for his brother’s pretty bride, but the words die on his tongue when the dark haired woman extends her hand to him, “this is Ms. Katniss Everdeen.”

Continued here

Writers Ask

Tagging @thelettersfromnoone as an offering for my late WIP Wednesday tag 🩶

#everlark fanfiction #ask game #regency!lark #regency au #Mollywog writes #ask #rarepairheathen #thank you for the ask!!#🩶🩶🩶

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firawren · 8 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

My main WIP at the moment is "Rose Brides," a retelling of Disney's Beauty and the Beast with a different curse where Adam has been a beast his whole life and Belle is magically bound to his palace, and some aspects of the original fairy tale woven in.

The snippet below is the prologue:

Once upon a time, a young lord lived in a shining palace. Although his mind was strong and face was beautiful, his heart was cold and shriveled from his wicked ways. He cared for no one but himself. Instead of watching over his subjects' wellbeing, he laughed at their misfortunes, and made them greater through his greed and neglect.

One day, a poor peasant woman of infirm condition was admitted to his court to petition for his help. She explained the mishaps and afflictions that had led to her sorry state, and begged him for only a single bag of grain to feed her hungry children. The wicked lord sneered at her request and dismissed her without a penny. She warned him that his own body might one day be twisted and imperfect, and his own children might one day be desperate, and begged him again to consider her need.

When he laughed and dismissed her again, she transformed into an enchantress, beautiful and terrible in her power. The lord fell to his knees and tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart.

As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on his bloodline, cursing any sons he would sire to be beasts as well, for posterity. He ripped at his fur with his claws, raging about how he would ever be able to have a wife, let alone sons, in this loathsome form.

Perhaps this touched her heart, for the enchantress then softened her curse with a gift: a bag of enchanted rose seeds. She explained that if he planted one of these seeds, the old rose bush in the nearby village would bloom with a single rose. Any woman who plucked the rose would be compelled to come to his palace, and would then be bound there, and bound to him, a companion for all of his days. His rose bride.

Or perhaps this was not another gift from the enchantress, but rather, another part of his curse. Perhaps it was a test, or a warning, for she did urge him to consider what might bring him true happiness. But if it was a warning, the beast lord did not heed it, for before a day had passed, he had planted the first rose seed. His corrupt heart throbbed in wicked glee when a beautiful young woman appeared at his palace, holding a single glowing red rose in her trembling hand. He took her, but was not satisfied. His greed only grew, and he demanded payment of a woman from the village whenever it suited his whim.

The villagers quickly learned never to ignore the enchanted rose bush when it was in bloom. If no woman plucked the rose, he would descend from his palace and attack the villagers in a ferocious rage, tearing them apart with his inhuman strength, and no one was ever able to stop him. They tried to destroy the rose bush as well, but its enchantment protected it from their axes and their fire. And so they lived in fear of their beastly lord and prayed their daughters and sisters would not one day be compelled to become one of his doomed rose brides.

The first rose bride bore the lord a beastly son, and he too took rose brides, as did his son, and the next. None of these poor women ever lasted long, wasting away in the misery of their palace prison. With each life it claimed, the once beautiful palace sunk deeper into darkness and decrepitude, laden with a palpable gloom that oppressed all those within its dismal walls.

Such was the woeful home into which Adam was born, a strange and fearsome beast like his father and all the lords before him. Bitter and despairing at his lot in life, Adam became disgusted by his family’s lineage and legacy. When his father died, he burnt the bag of rose seeds, determined to never demand a rose bride and live his life in miserable solitude. He dismissed all but two of his servants and locked himself away, never appearing to anyone outside his palace. As the years passed, the young people of the village grew to nearly forget there was ever a curse on their hidden lord, as the rose bush had never bloomed within their lifetimes.

Until the day when it bloomed again.

#rose brides fic #beauty and the beast #fanfic #batb fanfic #beauty and the beast 1991 #disney fanfiction #belle x beast #belle #the beast #prince adam #fairy tales #fairy tale retelling #wip wednesday #my writing #my stuff

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phantomstatistician · 5 months ago

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat

This Wednesday we have more of John's misadventures from his and Sabrina's AU as a treat. Starting up with a little snippet involving her mother, then moving onto his arrival for an impromptu dinner. Don't ask what happens inbetween to rattle the gremlin, that bit is still under construction.

Upon the call's end, John dropped his phone on the bed, finding himself unable to wipe off the grin that had taken over his face despite the noises next door continuing, and that only grew wider at the new message notification as he finally took out his newly purchased clothes from the bags he had spent a good while ignoring. "Wearing the suit from today again is out of the question.", he reasoned to himself while laying down pieces of clothing on his bed. He wasn't one to women's houses for 'dinner'. Hell, he usually avoided invitations like those like the plague, choosing to spend the night in a neutral place for both parties instead. His current predicament was definitely throwing him for a loop, especially since he had no idea what she'd greet him in. The thought Sabrina might not even have been asking him over for food made him forget the task at hand for a beat. "No. She insisted it's not like that. But what if… what if it is?", his eyes narrowed at the wicked possibility just when something crashed loudly in 310, putting an end to his embarrassingly long attempt at deciding what to wear, "Focus. And you can't sleep with her anyway, Duncan." The last part came off in a tone matching Clive's, yet the reminder did little to banish the desire within him. He settled for a dark gray wool suit and quickly decided to forego the matching vest and tie to go with them. Underneath, he threw on a simple dress shirt with a couple of buttons unbuttoned at the top since he still felt he could breathe easier without anything snaking around his neck like his father's iron grip from the olden days. "Don't think of them. It just makes you feel worse after.", John hated how his voice shook as he regarded himself in the bathroom mirror and did his best to focus on styling his hair in place instead of entertaining memories that belonged in the past.

"You're twisted, wrong. But we can fix it. You won't turn into a disappointment, John.", the words materialized on their own, a deafening cacophony of his parents voices that threatened to hang over him as a dark cloud. He slammed the bathroom door, set on leaving them back there to keep company on the persisting grunts of his neighbors, refusing to let anything ruin whatever his night with Sabrina would bring. On his way out, he grabbed his coat and came to an abrupt halt at the heels sounding in the hallway as he anticipated an unpleasant run-in with a certain redhead. When both the silence aside from the couple's usual noises and a look through the peephole hinted at the coast being clear for him to make his escape, he promptly exited his room and for once luck seemed to be on his side with the elevator remaining empty. The ride down to the lobby seemed to last an eternity and the second the doors opened, he was greeted by another unpleasant sight: the brunette that had checked him in on his first night was deep in animated conversation with another employee, both appearing completely oblivious to his approach as she let out a sigh after saying way too loudly, "He called to complaing about the noise like dozen times. I don't know what he expected me to do, and I swear, Lucas, anytime 310 would pick up, they were still doing it while talking to me." "Shit.", the man whispered before asking, "When are they checking out? Do you think it maybe turns them on to have an audience?" "I don't know. But I'm not paid enough for any of this. Let alone being forced to listen to a man half-talking, half-moaning over the phone. I've never wanted to hang up more." "Want me to go get you something sweet?", a hand grasped hers, and she finally cracked a smile at the suggestion. "At least I have you here." John shook his head at the display of affection and blantant discussion of guests out in the open, drawing closer to the two and clearing his throat to grab their attention.

The gleam in the receptionist's eyes evaporated when they moved to his and she quickly shook off her collegue's hold, smile dropping for a second before she forced it again. "Good evening, Mr. Duncan", the name made the man spin around and echo her greeting with narrowed gaze. "I will be right back, Jules." She nodded despite looking like she wanted anything but for him to leave all of a sudden. "Good evening.", John muttered evenly as he leaned against the reception desk. "Is 310 still giving you trouble? I'm really sorry about-" "Yes. For two hours now, miss.", he cut off her apology, "But I'm not here because of that." If he didn't have other plans, John's next course of action would have been to ruin her night like his had been, especially after the way nothing had actually been done to ensure the noises from the room next to his would cease. Not to mention gossiping about me to your colleague. Still, for once he pushed down the urge to put someone in their place with Penny's drunken call fresh on his mind, trying to imagine how Sabrina would take on the situation. With kindness, most certainly.

His words seemed to put her at ease a little, "Oh, I truly am sorry to hear that, sir. How can I assist you then?" "I need you to call a car for me." She reached for one of the hotel phones, "Cab or personal driver?" "Whatever would get here faster." She nodded and dialed a number, talking in a hushed voice into the receiver as his baby blues shifted to the hotel's entrance, giddiness making his body feel lighter. "30 minutes for a driver, sir. Would you like me to call you a cab in that case?", the news were a proverbial cold shower to the desire he felt at the thoughts of Sabrina, and he took a deep breath before facing the woman as she held the phone to her ear, clearly waiting for his answer. "I-" "Mr. Duncan.", heels sounded behind him before Candice Donovan was at his side, standing way too close for his liking. If he had to guess she was doing a little observing on her own, just like he had done minutes prior. "A cab.", he replied hurriedly, before turning to her and mirroring her smile, taking note of the expression she wore even better than the no doubt expensive dress that peeked through her unbuttoned coat. He had no doubt what it harbored. Intent to strike. "Nonsense, darling.", a hand landed on his forearm when she addressed the woman across them, "Julie, no cab would be needed." "I'm-" "My driver is waiting out front, Mr. Duncan. I will be more than happy to drop you off wherever you need to be.", her sweeter than honey tone put him on edge. "I appreaciate the suggestion, but-" She cocked her head, "I don't bite, Mr. Duncan. It's a simple gesture for a collegue." There's nothing simple or innocent about this 'gesture'. Yet accepting her offer meant getting to Sabrina faster and not having to climb into a cab and potentially get into more trouble on his way. Her arm wrapped around his elbow, pulling him towards the exit as the receptionist muttered a quiet, "Have a great evening." Candice released her hold the second they were on the curb, slipping into the backseat of her car when John pulled open the door for her in place of her driver and silently cursed the manners instilled into him. Don't do it. "You coming, darling?", she questioned with a smirk and despite all of his instincts warning him how bad of an idea it was, he climbed in, too, putting as much distance as he could between them. "Reginald, we will be making a stop on the way. Where are you headed, Mr. Duncan?"

[John's] hand rapped on the door, heartbeat picking up again when he heard footsteps approaching and it swung open. "Hey.", Sabrina uttered out with a smile and he wasted no time in crossing over the threshold and wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her in his embrace, face burying in her soft hair as her scent invaded his senses. "John?", she asked in confusion, amusement instead of alarm coloring her tone at the brazen greeting, "Are you okay?" "I had the worst night imaginable… just humor me for a second. Then you can tell me how strange it is." Her hands that had stayed by her side to that moment gingerly encircled his waist, "I was starting to wonder if something had come up or maybe that you had decided to ghost me." No matter that he knew the hug was dragging for far too long, he couldn't bring himself to let go, until she spoke up again, "John? I'm kind of freezing here." Her words were his wake up call, eyes swooping over her form, the denim shorts, top and thin knitted oversized cardigan she wore as she wrapped her hands around herself. "Sorry.", he muttered before moving out of the way so she could shut the door and stop the cold from entering the house further. He watched her head down the hallway as he remained glued to the spot, feeling absolutely out of place and realizing he had, in fact, overdressed.

"You gonna stand by the front door the whole night?", she asked quietly, eyes shining with mischief. "No. Of course not.", her bare feet and shoes lined on a rack at the entrance told him he was expected to take his off, too. Her attention remained on him, making him worry he was fumbling with something as simple as that, and she was seeing through his poised act and how nervous he felt deep down. Get yourself together. He quickly stored his loafers by the door, deciding it would be too far to put them among her own, then shed his coat and threw it over his arm. Silently, he followed her deeper into the house, the same way he had at her precinct, and just like back then, her oversized cardigan did its hardest to conceal his view. The first thing to hit him about the living room, he found himself entering, was how it felt like a home, not the sterile spaces he had grown up in where everything had been for show, but meaninglessness if you glaced at it for too long. "Is it what you expected?", Sabrina asked, taking note of how he was looking around. "I-", he hesitated, not really having thought of what her home might look like, instead, his mind had been preoccupied with other less innocent things, "It's lovely." "Sit.", she pulled out one of the chairs at the dining table before disappearing into what he assumed was the kitchen. He slipped into the seat after placing his coat over the back of one of the empty chairs.

"Now, I know it's not fine dining.", there was uncertainty in her gaze when she rounded the table with a dish in hand, "But-" "I didn't come for fine dining, Detective. As long as Oliver doesn't jump out from behind the couch, I'm happy." He meant it completely and even more when she placed his dinner in front of him, his mouth watering despite the fact he had eaten already. "I was worried I would have to reheat them twice." "Sorry." She grinned, "Don't be. I just wanted to make a good first impression. Wine or are we behaving tonight?" He suspected he would probably feel tempted to agree to drinking poison if she asked with the same gleam in her eyes, "I could use a drink." She returned shortly with a bottle of red and two glasses, and before she could pour it, he got up, "Let me." "You're the guest-" Her argument was cut short when his fingers brushed hers, and he grabbed the wine, pouring a glass for her first, then for himself before sitting back down across from her. "To-", he paused as he raised his hand in a toast, "saving me from having to listen to whatever performance they had prepared for me as encore back at the hotel." Sabrina let out a laugh and clicked her glass to his, "Think they're still going at it?" "I'm not a betting man, but I would certainly bet on that." "That's some stamina, I'd give them that." "That's one one to look at it." "And you're a patient man.", she added after taking a sip from her wine. Not exactly.

She propped her head on her hand, focusing on him as he picked up his fork and took a first bite from what she had deemed "leftovers". The sautéed potato melting on his tongue with flavor that resulted in an embarrassing noise of satisfaction escaping him. "It's-" "Cold? Did it get cold?", her frown was another level of adorable. "Better than fine dining." She huffed, "You're pulling my leg now." "I'm not." The look on her face told him she wasn't buying the genuine compliment. "I mean it. The company is even better." He wasn't holding back by then, trying to blame his bluntness on the wine when he had barely taken a sip himself. "Right back at you, Mr. Duncan.", her smile was intoxicating enough by itself, he realized. Her fingers breezed over the stem of her wine glass, lashes fluttering before she added, "I got the flowers." His lips twisted into a smirk, yet something in her tone piqued his interest more, he took his time working on next bite then asked, "Did you like them?" "They were beautiful, but John," "Yes?" Her eyes rose up from her glass to his, "It was too much." "Nonsense."

"I hardly did anything to warrant you sending me a giant bouquet like that." "You stayed on the phone while a bat made an attempt on my life. Sending you flowers was the least I could do." She quirked up a smile, "A kill attempt? A tad bit extreme." "Not if you were there." "I did for a second wish to be a fly on the wall, not gonna lie." Her words made him shift in his seat, especially with the knowledge they wouldn't have been facing a bat issue had she been there, instead probably giving his neighbors a show of their own. "What did you do last night before I called?", the question left his mouth before he could shove more food into it. She laced her fingers together and bit her lip in contemplation, muttering nonchalantly, "Be good, and I might show you after dinner." Fuck. Don't go there, brain. It was too late, his mind drank her words like a starving man. Her playful grin didn't help the situation as John blinked slowly and did his best to keep his composure in check while on the inside he pictured taking her right then and there on the table, "It's nothing spectacular, so don't go expecting too much." You're killing me here. "Detective." "Mmm?" "I look forward to it.", his voice dipped, and she appeared completely oblivious to the effect her words had on him as she took a sip of her wine. More than you could ever imagine.

He finished his meal in record time while Sabrina swooped into telling him how excited she was about finally getting a development in one of her cases without actually revealing any sensitive information. As she did that, it took him a minute to remember he wasn't casing a witness and looking for weak links or potential violations of code of conduct. At least not yet. Her features lit up differently when she talked about her work, all of her emotions and dedication shining through. With nothing to keep him distracted, he eventually reached across the table and grabbed her hand, thumb caressing the inside of her wrist where her pulse picked up in a similar pace to his own heart. "Desert?", she asked slowly, adding more fuel to his desire. I'd take you. Gladly. Thankfully, he didn't say that, instead replying a simple, "What do you have in mind?" "I stopped by the diner again after work. Sav loves their chocolate pies, so I got us some. I know I told you how delicious they are, and then Ollie stole the only slice left…" "I'd love that." She nodded and rose up quickly, gathering his empty plate on her way out, "Be right back." John felt glad she hadn't asked for him to follow her because his pants were growing tighter by the minute in her presence to the point he was trying to picture himself in the freezing shower back at his hotel in place of all the fantasies plaguing him currently. So far, he was failing miserably. Sabrina reappeared next to him, startling him a little, "Your pie, Mr. Duncan. With a tiny delay." She placed a piece of the pie whose taste he had been trying to picture throughout the day after the show Oliver had made out of eating it. "And you?" "Me?" "Where's yours?" She shook her head as the realization hit him, "There's only this slice, all yours, Mr. Duncan. I've had it plenty of times."

Of course you're giving me your desert. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist when she made a move to retreat to her seat, "Sit here instead." Hazel eyes darted from him to the chair next to his, and after a few beats, she complied. He dropped his hold on her arm to lift up the fork and gather a bite of the pie, bringing it up to her mouth first, "We're splitting it then, it's only fair." Her lips parted to accept his offering, the way they closed around the cutlery haunting him as he scooped some of the desert for himself next. Truly killing me here, Detective. The chocolate, whipped cream, and mousse tasted even sweeter, making him wonder if somewhere inbetween he was picking up on her own taste, too. "I will grab another fork.", she muttered, and before she had the chance to get up, he lifted his hand to her mouth with another serving. "We can share this one." His worry about taking things too far was short-lived when she let him feed her again. "Delicious, right?", her tongue absently breezed over her bottom lip when he took a bite. "Absolutely." The next time he brought the fork to her mouth and she licked at the whipped cream left upon the cutlery's retreat, he completely forgot about taking a bite for himself. His intrusive thoughts took over, the fork cluttering against the plate as he dropped it to grasp her cheek. "Remember that kiss from earlier, Sabrina…"

The look she gave him was a knowing one before nodding quickly. He didn't have to be told twice, leaning in closer to cover her mouth with his. The kiss began innocent enough with his lips moving at a slower pace over hers, testing the waters until he couldn't hold back any longer. Not with how sweet she tasted - far better than the goddamned pie on its own. Or the way she let out a sigh of content and kissed him back. His tongue used the first presented opportunity to sneak in, setting on exploring her mouth before meeting her own. Slow down. His hands had other ideas as one of them hoisted her by the waist until she was out of her chair and onto his lap while the other angled her face to deepen the kiss. Her fingers traveled up his arms until they came to rest on his shoulders, and she seemed just as lost in the sensation and dance their tongues had slipped into. Until she pulled back as if finally remembering herself. "John.", his name was a whisper when she leaned her forehead against his, sounding as breathless as he felt while his heart carried on the reoccurring faster rhythm. Go ahead. Ask me… I'd take you to bed, Clive, Mooney, anyone be damned. He waited for the anticipated question to come as they remained in their position until a phone decided to ruin the mood. Sadly, not his. Otherwise, he would have thrown the pesky device across the room, not caring who had decided to call, or if it would survive the flight.

"Tell me you're going to let it go to voicemail.", he said against her lips before diving in for another kiss while the ringing persisted. Whoever had chosen the worst moment to require something for her, was dead set on reaching her. "I can't.", she broke their liplock and gave him an apologetic look, "It might be important." Sabrina clambered off his lap and rushed out of the living room as she pulled her phone out of her cardigan. "I will be right back.", she called out quietly before greeting the person on the other line. Minutes ticked by, the tingling in his lips fading away while he sat at the dining table with his gaze pointed at the kitchen doorway, hoping she'd reappear and pick up where they had left off. Eventually, he got up and walked over to the unlit fireplace, taking the opportunity to take a closer look at the photographs she had on the build-in shelf above it. A dimly lit group shot of Sabrina squished between what he guessed were fellow Detectives at her presinct, if Oliver's presence was anything to go by. The man from her phone homescreen was among the unfamiliar faces and had his hand over her shoulder, the look he wore leaving a bad taste in John's mouth. He forced his attention to a different frame - her and presumably her sister smiling brightly at the camera with an impressive lake surrounded by pines behind them. Another vacation shot stood next to it - a photograph of a young, dark-haired girl hugging a man, the gray in his hairline matching Sabrina's. "Sorry.", she mumbled as she came to stand by John's side, having sneaked up on him yet again, "I'm the worst host." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he returned the frame he had picked off from the shelf. "Nonsense. I was keeping myself occupied." "I can see that."

"Your father?", he guessed as he nodded at the picture in front of him, noting the absense of her mother. "Yeah.", the way she hugged herself made him think he should have picked a different question, the fact she offered nothing more just cemented the theory. "Everything okay with the call?" She nodded, "Yeah." God. That word again. The moment is totally gone, isn't it? He turned to face her fully, "It's getting late… I should probably get going, Detective." It was the last thing he actually wanted to do, but the call had inevitably broken the spell between them, leaving an air of awkwardnes to lurk around. Sabrina shifted her weight from one foot to the other, seeming uncertain at the announcement, "Oh, okay." Yet, instead of marching over to the table and grabbing his coat then wishing her goodbye, he took a step forward, his hand grasping hers, "Do you want me to?" Her gaze searched his face, and he held his breath as he waited for her answer, "Not really. No." "Really?", the corner of his mouth quirked up, pride taking over at the fact he had read her correctly and he still had a chance. "I mean, I assume you plan on grabbing a cab to your hotel?", he nodded, so she continued, "And there's no guarantee your lovely neighbors won't be continuing with their shenanigans in the early hours, especially with what you told me…"

He bit back a smirk at her explanation, seeing clearly how she was trying her best to explain her reasoning behind whatever she had on her mind, when he would have all the right to complain if 310 were still going at it upon his return. "It's probably too forward. Hell, it's definitely too forward. But I was going to offer you to stay here, I would be less concerned, especially with your track record." "You're worried about me?", another step brought him closer to her. "About you getting back in one piece after dragging you across town to see me. I was confident you would be just fine at your hotel yesterday, and then the bat happened." "Ask me.", he whispered as the air around them grew heavy, excitement coursing through his body. "You could stay here… if you want.", Sabrina tip-toed over asking him plainly. Close enough. "Are you going to make me sleep on the floor?", he pushed further, the worry he had been too direct dissipating when she smiled at the remark to her previous joke about her "harem" of men. You certainly have enough potential candidates in the photo. "Nope. As long as you behave yourself and don't get my house infested with critters." A smirk broke free, "The couch?"

"I was going to offer you the guest room, Mr. Duncan. It would be gentler on your back. Just on one condition…" Her smile was quickly pushing through all the conviction he had for holding himself back, pulling him in. He chuckled as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Yes?" "You have to promise me to take no legal action for anything potentially going wrong while you're residing on the premises." His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You really are worried." "Can you blame me?" "Absolutely not." "I will need it in writing, by the way…" John groaned, "Sabrina." "Kidding." "I promise.", his face drew closer to hers until their lips were almost touching, "As long as you promise you'd come to my rescue again if needed. Civilian status and all that." Before she had the chance to respond, his mouth descended on hers while he pulled her into him by the belt loop of her pants. Her hands locked around his neck, slipping into his hair and setting on undoing all the efforts and time he had put into styling it as their lips fought to prevail over the other. John kept his fingers from working on taking off her clothes the way "that wicked side" of him beckoned them to do. Patience. Or you'd actually sleep on the floor or worse, she'd change her mind completely. He doubted the usual methods would work, reminding himself he wasn't threading in familiar waters, that she didn't exactly fit in the category of women he usually dated. This time around, it was him who broke the kiss, stroking her cheek while he backed away a little, enough to gaze into her eyes. Self-control. You have it somewhere within yourself, Duncan. "How can I refuse to help after that?", Sabrina said with another smile, skin flushed where his beard had rubbed against it. "I'm torn if perhaps I should wish for trouble now." "Hilarious.", she smoothed a hand down his suit jacket, "Come then." She aimed for another doorway across the kitchen just as he returned to the table and pulled a pen out of his coat's inner pocket, scribbling away at his unused napkin from dinner. "John?", she noticed he wasn't following and moved behind him in attempt to take a peek over his shoulder. "Almost done." "What are you-" He slid the napkin and pen over to her with a smirk, "All you need to do is sign on the dotted line and the contract would be in place." Her eyes scanned his make-shift agreement before she let out a laugh, "I truly was joking."

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bonerdonorxxx44 · 6 months ago

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Happy Wicked Women Wednesday

#Happy Wicked Women Wednesday #Wicked women wednesday #wednesday #wicked women #666

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bluenpinkcastle · 2 months ago

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LEGO minidolls and minifigures

Someone somewhere else online posted a comment about thinking people are too harsh on the minidolls and asked for thoughts. Here's my comment: I really, really, REALLY appreciate the diversity of the minidolls, especially with different skin tones and disabilities. And one of my thoughts is something similar to "why does the onus for representation consistently fall to the women? Why can't all sets include diverse representation?"

My issues with minidolls grow more from some of what other comments have stated - that minidolls aren't put into sets outside of "marketing for girls (read: Friends, Disney, Gabby's Playhouse, Wicked, Wednesday, etc.,)", and several other concerns, as well. I'm not a huge fan of lack of customization, so I can't add gloves to the hands, it's more limited with posability, the minidolls are taller than their minifigure counterparts, and you can't use any of the minidolls pieces except hair and hats for anything else.

But my main concern after that is the continuous reinforcement of unhealthy body standards for women - constantly showing that girls/women MUST be attractive, with thin bodies, slender waists, big eyes, and fit into "cute" stereotypes. I do also acknowledge that the minidolls allow more girls to feel represented, as I know many people out there create "sig-figs", or minidoll/minifigure representations of themselves. In a perfect world, LEGO would offer all sets with an equal number of minidolls and minifigures, and each of those would have different head options to be either male or female. But we all know that's not realistic. So I don't go around spewing hate at the minidolls and I don't voice opinions on a set because of minidolls or minifigures, but several people commented about not understanding why people might have issues with the minidolls and these are my thoughts. I think looking at the stereotypical roles and responsibilities of societal views on gender roles is important, as many are influenced by their environments. I think it's something worth taking the time and energy to think about.

#lego #lego minidolls #lego minifigures #lego diversity

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cryptidsurveys · 9 days ago

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Wednesday, November 13th, 2024.

Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? I was at the animal shelter, but I don't remember exactly what I was doing. Probably chatting with Liv and Riley while picking up/washing afternoon dishes.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? I have no idea.

Do you think pets can get annoying easily? Sometimes I can get annoyed with them, but I always feel guilty about it.

Did you know that pickles have no calories? They do have some calories. I wouldn't really consider them worth counting, though.

Do you enjoy family get togethers? We don't have big family get-togethers. For a little over a year, my parents and I were getting together for lunch every few weeks, but after the recent family drama, that's no longer a thing. Just me and my mom now since she won't speak to my dad anymore.

In a group of three, do you often feel like the third wheel? Yeah. Connecting/socializing with others is still a challenge for me.

What color are your pants? Green and red. They're plaid Christmas pajamas.

Is there snow on the ground where you are? There is. We had several snowy days last week and it's still sticking around.

What is keeping you warm right now? The furnace, cozy clothing, and a kitty on my lap.

Has anyone bought you a piece of jewelry? Yeah.

How far away is your next birthday? March.

Do you have plans for that birthday yet? I don't. Aside from possibly going out to eat, it'll probably be like any other day.

When did you last take a shower? Earlier this morning, before therapy.

Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? No, but I would like to go one day.

Have you ever flown somewhere alone? I haven't.

Are you more serious or funny? I'm more on the funny and easygoing side, but I can be serious if I need to be.

Is there someone that annoys you but you haven’t told them? Yeeeah, kind of. Their recent attitude has been kind of off-putting. It's so weird seeing some of my own tendencies manifest in another person - tendencies that I have worked very hard to mitigate and heal. Knowing where it could end up if they can't correct course. Not knowing what to say that won't piss them off or come across as adversarial. Because I know I sure as heck would have taken any well-meaning advice the wrong way when I was in that headspace.

When is garbage day in your area? Tuesday.

Who/What was the last thing to really irritate you? All the shit-talking on Monday. It was more draining and disheartening than irritating, though. I just don't want to go through this agaaain...

Do you think people either love or hate spongebob? Like there's no middle ground? I don't think it's that polarizing.

Have you seen that new “Lie To Me” show? Yeah.

What is something you’d rather be doing right now? I'm fine with this.

Do you find that people are too hard on you? I don't think anyone is being too hard on me. If anything, I'm too hard on myself.

Do you take surveys often? A few times a week.

Do you tend to slam things around when you’re mad? I have in the past, but not in recent times.

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? I know people who don't favor it, but I don't think I know anyone who dislikes it.

Could you vote in this last election? Yeah.

How much sleep did you get last night? Approaching eight hours.

Do you have more girl friends or guy friends? I have one Oliver. :') Most of my acquaintances are women, though.

What is your current mood? A little bit anxious, contemplative/introspective, running scenarios through my head as a form of preemptive problem-solving. Overall, pretty chill. Not a bad mood.

Is there anything on your mind at the moment? Thinking of starting Stardew Valley. Liv and Riley were giving me the rundown yesterday and it sounds pretty cute.

Are there any movies out that you’d like to see? I might go see Wicked with my mom in the near future.

Have you ever been on a website called Stickam? It sounds familiar…? Lol wait…I just looked it up and it looks like some kind of adult website. Never mind. Idk what I was thinking of because I've never been there before.

Have you ever hated yourself? Yeah. I still hate myself to some extent - or parts of myself, past regrets, etc - but it's not as all-consuming as it once was. There are also things that I really like about myself.

Are you hungry? No. Today's eating schedule has been all messed up.

Did your parents ever ground you? Once. For making prank phone calls when I was a child.

Where was the last place you went out to eat? I went to Chili's with my mom a few weeks ago.

Have you ever felt like you needed a better life than the one you have? Yeah. I'm very fortunate to have the life I do, but I still want to improve. I don't want this to be as good as it gets.

Do you own an MP3 player of some kind? I don't.

Do you have a moment in your life you wish you could replay over again? Mostly just backpacking/hiking memories with my dad. Those are so special to me.

Have you ever been in a play? If so, did you like it? I was in a couple of plays in elementary school. They were alright. I didn't have a major role or anything.

What is one musical artist you wish wasn’t making music? No opinion. If I don't like someone, then I don't have to listen to them.

When was the last time you cleaned something? I cleaned out the kitchen sink and wiped down the counter when I was downstairs a little bit ago.

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? Yeah.

Do you like your smile? Yes. I think I look adorable when I smile. My only fear is that there will be something stuck in my teeth. :B

Do you have someone that you think truly understands you? My dad.

When was the last time you doubted yourself? Currently. I'm thinking about applying at the animal shelter the next time there's an opening, but am I really ready? Am I really good enough? I think so, but there's still this nagging fear/doubt.

Is there anything currently bothering you? Ughgh. I just hate dealing with people. I wish standing on the sidelines was the answer, but even neutrality can piss people off. I'm just hoping it doesn't. I need to learn how to gracefully and successfully navigate these situations, though, because as long as I ~live in a society~, they aren't going away. :')

Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? Possibly.

Who was the last person to cheer you up when you were down? My dad.

Are you scared of what you do not know? Depends.

Is there anything in the next six months that you’re looking forward to? Thanksgiving and Christmas. Wintry weather. Possibly becoming employed, depending on how things go.

Were you/are you popular in high school? Naw. I had a pretty good friend group, mostly outside of school, but I was never popular.

Do you really care what people think about you? Yeah. I still care. It still affects me. But not to the same absolutely crippling degree as it once did.

Do you find yourself treating others like you’d want to be treated? Lmao, it's…a work in progress. I don't even know if they want to be treated the way I would want to be treated. Sometimes people are so damn complicated.

Are you constantly envious of others? Yeah, yeah. Like I was telling my therapist earlier, all of those feelings are still there - the shame, etc - I'm just better at keeping them inside instead of letting them totally rule and ruin my life like they did in the past.

Are you more of a whiner with things or a do’er of things? I've become more of a doer. I will whine or gripe from time to time, but I'll still get it done. Or procrastinate. That's always an option. ;D

List three of your favorite TV shows:

Would your friends say you’re a relaxed person or stressed? A stressed person cosplaying as a relaxed person.

What do you find yourself worrying most about these days? I have a huge fear of repeating old patterns and mistakes. I'm also always worried about my future.

Would you say it’s hard to earn your trust? Oh yeah.

Who was the last person to compliment you? Either my dad or my therapist.

Anything interesting happen this past week? Yeah.

What’s on your mind this very second? What's going to happen with my social security. It's up for review/renewal and I'm super close to being able to work, so…we'll see. Just hoping everything works out one way or another.

Do you know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’? I do.

Do you correct other people’s grammar/spelling when talking to them online? No.

Is bacon one of your favorite foods? I love bacon, but I don't eat it all that often.

Are you one of those people who like to sleep in on the weekends? I wish I could sleep in, but my body just doesn't seem to work that way. Even on my days off, I still get up relatively early.

Do you like things Vampire related? Some.

Have you ever cussed at a parent or teacher? I don't think I've ever cussed at a teacher.

When was the last time you saw snow? Earlier today.

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? Plenty of times.

Do you find yourself cold at the moment? No.

Are your nails currently long? No.

Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? I'll talk about it with people I trust, but with others, it's like pulling teeth.

Do you have long slender fingers or short chunky ones? They're somewhere in the middle.

Do you think your foot size fits your body type? Yeah.

Are you the competitive type? I can be, but I try to keep it in check. In the wise words of someone I once knew, "If you're gonna make this a competition, then you're gonna have a bad time." And I don't wanna have a bad time. :')

Are you more of a mommy’s person or a daddy’s person? I am much closer to my dad. I am glad that my mom and I have been able to repair our relationship to some extent, though.

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justinspoliticalcorner · 7 months ago

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Amanda Marcotte at Salon:

Abortion is supposedly an act so evil that it's tantamount to murder — yet it's somehow less wicked if someone takes a road trip before doing it. That appears to be the bizarre opinion of Kari Lake, failed gubernatorial candidate turned current Republican Senate candidate in Arizona. At a Tuesday campaign event, Lake was dismissive toward those angered by a recent state Supreme Court ruling that resurrected a near-total abortion ban initially passed before Arizona was a state, and 55 years before women had the right to vote. "Even if we have a restrictive law here," Lake tried to assure the concerned crowd, "you can go three hours that way, three hours that way, and you're going to be able to have an abortion." The comment is confounding in multiple ways, and it's just the latest twist in Lake's ever-changing position on abortion. In 2022, she insisted that bringing back the 1864 law was a good idea because "life begins at conception." After the court's wildly unpopular decision, however, she discovered she could set aside her alleged deep moral qualms with abortion to denounce the ruling. Then again, on Tuesday she seemed to be fine with the ruling, not because of deep moral qualms but because she sees it as no big deal to make someone drive three hours to get an abortion.

This cavalier attitude towards what patients go through to get abortion care is, first and foremost, gross. There's nothing easy about driving three hours one way, sitting at a clinic for many more hours, and then trying to find a way home when you're not allowed to drive yourself after an abortion. (It's not safe to drive while under pain medication.) For younger women, low-income women and single mothers, that burden often makes getting an abortion impossible. But this "eh, just go out of state" attitude brings up more questions about how much Lake has even thought about her supposed deeply held beliefs about abortion. If it's so immoral that it must be banned in the state of Arizona, then why does it suddenly become OK if a woman does it in California? And if it's not immoral, as Lake's statement suggests, then why should abortion be banned in Arizona at all?

Last week, Republicans tried to dodge their own contradictions by blocking a Democratic bill to repeal the 1864 law from even coming to a vote. Democrats responded by yelling "Shame! Shame!" But it's not just Republican opposition to women's rights that is shameful; it's their cowardice. They could just vote to uphold the 1864 law, as they did in 2022, in conjunction with passing another ban on abortion. But they're so afraid to go on the record defending that cruel, ancient law, now that it's enforceable, that they won't even allow a vote on it. So even though Arizona Republicans drew humiliating national coverage over their gutless behavior, they did it again on Wednesday. Democrats once again tried to end the 1864 law, and using arcane rules of order, Republicans weaseled out of holding a vote at all. Worse, state Rep. Ben Toma, the speaker of the Arizona House, feigned a high-and-mighty attitude about it. He accused Democrats of "childish behavior" in trying to force this issue. But it's Republicans who are refusing to pull up their big boy pants and deal with this pressing issue.

[...] Rather than dealing honestly with the public, Republicans are scheming to find a way to trick voters into accidentally giving away their rights. On Monday, NBC News exposed a strategy document shared internally by party leaders, which offered ideas to bamboozle people about abortion measures on the ballot. The document suggested piling multiple, conflicting ballot measures onto voters to confuse them about how, exactly, they can vote to protect abortion rights. Should the will of the masses prevail and abortion is made legal again, it suggests abusing the health regulatory framework to make it more difficult and expensive for providers to offer abortion services.

It's always been the case that opposition to abortion is about hostility to women's liberation, not "life." As Nicole Narea at Vox explained over the weekend, when the 1864 abortion ban was first passed, supporters didn't even bother to pretend they thought abortion was "murder." First-trimester abortion was a common form of birth control that had been accepted for centuries. What changed was not people's moral views on abortion. It was the development of misogynist outrage at the burgeoning feminist movement of the 19th century and falling birth rates. Male doctors also wanted to put their competition — midwives who made extra cash providing abortions — out of business. Eager to push women into more subservient roles, legislators started passing abortion bans —which was a lot easier to pull off when women couldn't vote. Alabama Republicans are also facing the consequences of lying about the real purpose of abortion bans for so long, when their own court, taking seriously its own rhetoric about "life," functionally banned in-vitro fertilization. After all, if you actually believe an embryo is the moral equivalent of a child, IVF is worse than abortion, since it requires deliberately creating multiple embryos with the understanding most will not survive. If abortion is "murder," IVF is premeditated serial killing. But under a deluge of criticism, Alabama Republicans passed a bill that ostensibly protects IVF (though it really doesn't). In doing that, they tacitly admitted that they never actually thought abortion was a criminal act.

#AZSen GOP candidate Kari Lake telling Arizonans to "go three hours that way" out of the state to obtain an abortion is so dismissive, forgetting that it is costly to obtain an abortion both cost-wise and time-wise.

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