#You could not possibly make a better choice

[lilacstro]

★this might be the night that my dreams might let me know, all the stars are closer"★. pac: what to expect next in life

hey guys! long time no see! I wanted to post this pac on new years but I just....didn't.

anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. drop suggestions in the ask box!

PS: I saw 9 of cups in all of the piles, and this tells me maybe all the collective together is going to have a wish fulfillment soon! that's so sweet haha

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Paid readings open

₊˚ʚ Pile 1 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: some of you here might be quitting something. There is a "bid adieu" kind of energy here. There also seems to be a throat chakra blockage, maybe you are unable to speak, maybe due to throat issues, cold, flu or even could be engaging in frequent arguments. An advice for you regardless is taking time to think before you speak. Some of you here might also be having trauma resurface. There could be trust/confidence issues as well. Some of you here might also be going through third eye activation. There may also be trouble in engaging things you want to, making time and space for things. You may be having nightmares or such kind of thoughts stemming from past, your family lineage or even trauma.

what's next: for some of you here, who were leaving something, or someone behind, good call, it is the right thing to do. I am hearing "everything that has ever been lost will always be replaced by something better". There would be a lot of options making themselves available to you. You have divine luck, divine protection. One more thing that is coming through is that a fake relationship would fall off, especially if it is with a women. Some of you may also have a change of personality, going from a "I'm a boss bitch" types to going into more serene energy, more calm and collected. Mind you, I do not mean to say there's anything wrong with either :) For those of you who want it, there are options in love coming through as well. For some of you, you may as well have many options in love, think clearly though because one of them may end up being your true love. There would be a lot of emotional healing coming through. For those of you who have been "used" to feeling numb, your heart would open again, just use your thinking and think clearly, please. One of your heartfelt wishes, one you had a lot of attachment to may be coming true as well. It is also possible to hear an apology from someone, especially if they are a water sign.

₊˚ʚ Pile 2 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: while shuffling these cards I had a feeling of "money" being important to this group. Either you gained money, lost it, are investing it or maybe you are planning to make a significant purchase. Pile 3 maybe important as well. Some of you may also be in a mental hole. Feeling trapped or burdened by something. Someone here could have also gone through a hardship in romantic connection, a heartbreak or could have seen the options they anticipated not work out, making a wrong choice. Some of you here might also be struggling with making changes in your day to day life, which can be as big as moving countries or as small as working out everyday. Holding on to ideas, people, memories or routines you know you should let go of.

what's next: I see a wonderful opportunity for financial gains presenting itself to you. You may be afraid or nervous to take it, but go after it, Pile 2. Do not get confused though. Apart from this you may also see new bonds being strengthening with friends and people you meet, more confidence and charisma. You'd appear attractive and reliable, and if you are someone who is anxious socially or likes being alone, you would come out of the shell and enjoy life, enjoy people. For people who are going through a breakup, especially, getting over this person may be the best thing to do. It may take a while, but there is wonderful things awaiting you. If you can subscribe to this description of this person being extremely manipulative with their words, it's even more of a confirmation. For others of you, do not sabotage things coming to you. If its love, luck, money, travel. A wish is about to come true but maybe not exactly how you thought it would. For example, money may come in form of an idea, meeting someone important may come in form of having this feeling of going to that place or saying hi to that person etc. So do not sabotage your blessings by being in a warzone mentally always :)

₊˚ʚ Pile 3 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: Some of you here may be working out a lot. Listening to motivational music. Some of you might also be growing more towards calmer things and ideas, maybe yoga, spiritual retreats in mountains etc. I get why there was a connection between pile 2 and 3, because yet again there seems to be a feeling of being deceived in love, or feeling as if the wish came true but it was a façade. Some of you might also have received a promotion at work, or may have been taking too much workload, maybe even creating an imbalance. There could be arguments on this. Some of you may have "severed ties" with something, maybe a habit, an idea, or a person, but regardless it seems for the best. Birds may be important. I would say watch out for people who try to appear "way too sweet" and try to get under your skin the meanwhile. There could have been a connection which was off balance, especially the masculine energy which could've led to the spiritual awakening of the feminine energy.

what's next: There seems to be a LOT of things that seem to be coming for you pile 3. Before I type next, I heard "revolution starts within", makes sense since I am seeing a lot of reversals in your reading. You need to step out of your mind and body for a while, or atleast strike a balance to be able to experience the real world. "You are not running out of time" is one another message I heard. You will find your spark again, very very soon. Being full of energy, exciting things in life, that once felt dull and lifeless. A period of stagnation is ending. You would be given a way to live this exciting time, but you have to act on it yourself. "Do not be afraid of judgement or being cringey" Maybe you wanted to start a venture, an account, YouTube, do it! Because there is indeed some change coming into your career and financial situation which is divine. A wish is about to come true. Do not "force" change or your energy levels on yourself, let it take time. There is a lot of healing happening for you, especially if you were hurt by someone or something in the past. Things are about to get soo good. Spring after a winter.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Indecisive

70s DOFP! Logan X Curvy! F! Reader

A/n: This got away from me.

Plot: You're indecisive about everything- and soon you become unsure about Logan. He makes sure to get rid of those doubts of yours.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only!, DUB-CON (like a lot but reader is super into it), kinda rough sex, dom! logan, oral (f! recieving), logans a total munch, doggy style, the claws come out, readers described as curvy but not super relevant to the plot?

Word Count: 3960

You weren’t sure about him.

You met Logan a few weeks ago, you bumped into each other at the local park near your apartment. One look at him made your knees weak - you had never seen a man look so good before. 

Tall- much taller than you, muscular, wearing a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and looked as if it would rip and he dared to flex at all. Over that, a black leather jacket, a little worn at the shoulder. Dark blue jeans, that hugged his hips and thighs, sporting a thick belt, with some interesting design that you couldn’t make out - because you couldn’t just sit and stare at his crotch the entire time. His face was very nice to look at anyway, with a sort of slicked back style and a widows peak hairstyle that was very distinctive, mutton chops going down his jawline and stopping at his chin. Pretty hazel eyes that stared right through you- an intensity that you couldn’t help but blush under. 

He’s so handsome!

You had been distracted, busy staring down at a notebook that you had your arm cradling as you walked the path you were so familiar with. You were in the process of starting a business- a florist shop, and there were hundreds of things to decide. Which was unfortunate for you, since you were the most indecisive person on Earth.

What to eat for breakfast, what shoes to wear, what drink to order, what lipstick to put on,

It goes on and on, your day is constantly full of questions, comparing your choices and trying to pick the best one. Honestly it’s a wonder how you managed to get this far in life, considering you could stand in the middle of the store for eternity comparing the colors of a dress you like- unable to decide what you thought looked better on you.

Should I go to school?

Should I start a business?

Should I keep seeing him?

After you finished fumbling apologies to him, while he gave you that cute little smile that made you practically want to melt under his stare- he asked you out. It surprised you, seeing that you were a girl on a more…curvier side. It wasn’t that you were unattractive, you knew your body well and you certainly weren’t indecisive on your confidence; even if you do meticulously craft your outfit of the day to make sure you look good as possible- even if it is painstakingly long process that it takes for you to even decide your outfit… Logan though, didn’t seem like the type to go after girls like you. He seemed the type to be inclined towards thinner girls, girls that looked like super models off the runway. You didn’t hold any bitterness towards that thought, everyone had a type. 

You weren’t sure about saying yes, since you merely just met him- and he, sensing your indecisiveness, gave you a time and place. The way he took charge, helped you make the decision and it displayed how obviously interested he was in seeing you again attracted you like no other. 

So you showed up, you had a good time with him. He made you laugh, charmed you like no other man has. You shared your first kiss with him that night- one that you spent in your bed thinking about all night, giddy and blushing. The next few weeks went by and he would call and set up another date, and another, and another

The initiative he took turned you on like no other. His quiet assertiveness brought you a certain comfort you weren’t familiar with- the way he was sure of himself. The cocky confidence he’d bring during your conversations- it would make you laugh, the way he’d smirk and say something snarky. 

It was great, until tonight. Doubts started creeping into your mind, as you picked up on little things about him. Things that screamed trouble and heartbreak. You didn’t mind the trouble, not at all. It was the heartbreak that scared you. You felt yourself falling for him, but you weren’t sure if you should let yourself. He didn’t seem like the type to want to stick around- after you heard his stories of the travels he’s had. While he certainly seemed eager to see you, he hasn’t brought up anything about becoming serious, and you haven’t slept together yet- your own personal way of screening potential lovers.

 It’s not like you want to hold out on purpose- you would’ve jumped his bones the moment you met, but you’ve been burned by men just wanting to sleep around - and you did not appreciate being led on by a potential of something real, when really it was just physical. 

Tonight's date with him went by, and you felt something weird- your own doubts may have been playing in. It led you to question if you should keep this going. More of being unsure of your life.

For now, you decided to put the decision on a backburner while you undressed and took a shower, letting the warm water flow over you as you attempted to plan your day tomorrow. The sound of the shower meant you didn’t hear Logan coming into your apartment. 

How could he not stop by?

You were acting differently tonight, not as happy, or perky. You weren’t holding his hand as often, smiling as often. Your mind seemed to be in another world. He had the feeling, after observing your little quirk of being unsure over things, that maybe you were feeling unsure about him.

He didn’t like the feeling. 

Since he met you, he was obsessed. You have captured him in every way possible. It wasn’t easy to get his attention, Logan was always looking for the next thing, something better. The most it came to relationships for him was one-night stands, one where he seduced someone with a smile and a few cheap compliments, brought her back to a cheap motel, and got his rocks off- and left before the night even ended. He had his own place but he didn’t need women who had the misfortune of encountering him trying to seek him out again, because he wasn’t interested in pursuing anything that was more than physical. 

Until he met you.

God, you drove him insane. He thinks about you more than he cares to admit. Your pretty lips that curve into that smile that makes his dick twitch. Your curves, that he’s traced with his eyes so many times that he can picture you perfectly in his mind. He stared at the way your breasts bounced when you laughed, the way your hips moved when you’d walk away, the love handles that were barely prominent in your usual clothes unless you were wearing something tight, he wanted to grip them as he fucked into you hard and completely undo you. He was addicted to you and he hadn’t even gotten a taste of you yet. A true taste. Your lips were so sweet, and he’d capture you in a kiss multiple times a night- never able to get enough of the sugar high you gave him. 

It wasn’t just your beauty that captivated him. You were fierce, intelligent, and very passionate. You told him all about your little business you were starting, and your time in college, you’ve gone on a tangent more times about everything ranging from politics to flowers. He loved that passion he saw in your eyes and heard in your voice, it was something he hadn’t even realized he was looking for, something that he was missing. 

You’d downplay yourself more times than once, always riding about how indecisive you were. You weren’t indecisive. You were passionate. You wanted to make sure you enjoyed everything life gave you, you didn’t want to miss out. Maybe you took a little longer to decide on whether you wanted to try the blue fruity drink, or the red. Logan didn’t mind that though- it made the world slow down when you took your time. His world was rushed, he never took a moment to appreciate where he was till he was with you. 

He was excited about you- which is why he never pushed you toward any more…physical connections. He knew you’d open up to him when you were ready. He just had to keep himself satisfied by getting himself off to the thought of you every night since he’d met you. How badly has he resisted the urge to rip off your pretty little dress that hugged your curves and ruin you. He knew he’ll get that chance eventually- he was arrogant like that. He was willing to take time, especially considering he still had to tell you about who he was- something he wasn’t quite sure how to approach, since it hadn’t been an issue before with his no-strings-attached lifestyle.

Seeing you pulling away from him sent him into something dark and possessive. He could see where your indecisiveness was an issue- but he refused to let it be that way. You were the best thing he’s come across in over a century, He certainly wasn’t going to let that go over some uncertainty.

He knew you wanted him. He could smell it off you every time you met up, he could see it in your eyes the way you traced over his figure, a small blush coming to your cheeks and you’d quickly look away. How’d you get flustered when he’d get closer, putting his hand on your knee and squeezing, before letting his flinger flit underneath the hem of your dress, teasing you. 

He had no problem getting rid of your doubts. 

You stepped out of the shower, steaming filling the bathroom, as you grabbed your robe, something silky and small, barely covering you even as you tied the robe shut. You used a towel to dry your hair, and brushed your teeth, unknowing of the man lurking in your living room- waiting for you to come out. 

After you brushed your teeth, your hair- you were ready for bed. You stepped out of the bathroom, steam pouring out through the doorway into the dark hallway. You begin turning towards your bedroom when a voice reaches your ear, and sends goosebumps down your arms.

“You take a long time in there.” 

You turned around with a gasp. Logan was standing in front of your door, a faint smile on his face, and a look in his eye you’re not sure was anger or lust. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans, as he stood there. You swallowed, your heart beginning to pound. 

“Lo…Logan what…What are you doing here? How did you get in?” You asked, trying to hide the fear you felt beginning to rise in you. 

“Wanted to see you.” He says, taking a step forward. “You rushed out tonight.”

“I…I’m sorry I was just…I was tired, long day.” You stammered. His eyes went down, tracing over you, and it occurred to you that you were barely clad in your robe. You pulled it shut around your chest area, attempting to keep yourself covered. A frown came across his face.

“Don’t do that.” He says stepping closer to you. “Don’t cover what’s mine.” 

“Excuse me?” You say with a bit of disbelief. “Logan I…I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…hurt your feelings or something but you coming in here like this is…is…”

“Is what doll?” He smirked. He was in front of you now, towering over you. You avoided looking at him, annoyed because his proximity to you was making your thighs clench together. You knew it was wrong, he practically broke into your apartment. Any other sane woman would be screaming their heads off, telling him to get out, throw things at him! 

Yet the closer he stood to you, the less fear you felt, and more curiosity of what he was planning came to mind.

“Not sure what to say?” He asks a quirk of arrogance in his tone. You swallowed, and you finally looked up at him. He brought his hand up, his pointer finger tucking underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He smirked. “Feeling indecisive again sweetheart?” He coos.

“Logan…”

“Feeling unsure about us?” He asks. You blink in surprise, your expression confirming his suspicions. He tuts, shaking his head, his hand slowly but firmly grabbing your face, his thumb and finger digging into the fat of your cheeks, forcing your lips to pucker. It was a move of dominance you hadn’t seen from him before, and you were ashamed to say you absolutely loved it. “How about I make that decision for you?” He says in a low voice. His lips crashed onto yours in a messy and rough kiss, your hands coming up to press against his chest - you’re still unsure about pulling him closer, or pushing him away. 

Before you could react, he grabbed you, his arm around your waist as he lifted you, before roughly bringing you to the carpeted floor with him ontop of you. 

Holy shit

He let go of you, his hand reaching down, ripping the belt of your robe off, and the silk fell to the side, exposing you completely to him. You gasped.

“Logan!” You reached your hand out, for what you didn’t know. He grabbed it, and your other hand, pinning them above your head as he used his knees to kick your legs open, his thighs pressing against yours-keeping them spread. Your skin felt on fire, embarrassment at being exposed like this running through you, making your body shiver as Logan stared down at you, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as if he was looking down at a full course meal. You knew it was wrong- you shouldn’t let him do this, but arousal began coating your heat between your legs, you felt yourself aching for stimulation- and you couldn’t help but find yourself loving how he took charge of you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had fantasies of him taking you like this before…You just never thought that would ever happen. 

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined…” He mutters, his eyes trailing over every inch of you. He used one hand to keep yours pinned above you, as his free hand moved to grope your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple as it hardened under his touch, making you whimper as you began to squirm under him. “Don’t act like you don’t want this sweetheart.” He looks back up at you, “You’re soaked, see?” 

His hand let go of your breast, two fingers swiping through your folds, making your hips jerk up, as he chuckled, holding the two fingers up and examining the slick he collected on them. You watched with wide eyes and parted lips as he brought them to his mouth, his tongue coming and tasting you on his fingers. He let out a deep groan as he closed his eyes, sticking his fingers into his mouth and taking the rest of your essence. 

“Fuck.” He hissed. He let go of your wrists, his arms going under your thighs and lifting your upper half up to his face as he was still on his knees. You yelped, your hands came down to the floor, as you attempted to make up for the awkward position he dragged you in, your thighs thrown over his shoulders as he held a death grip on your hips. 

His nose pressed to your mound, taking a deep inhale of you, and you covered your mouth as your face ran red hot at the filthy action. 

God, he’s filthy!

He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, and let out an involuntary moan. His tongue ran rough circles around your clit. Your head tipped back, your eyes rolling. He began eating you out, almost desperately, his tongue dipping into your pulsing cunt, before licking another stripe through you, and nipping at your clit. It made your hips jerk and a whine escaped you. 

You couldn’t take this, the way he was munching on you like a man starved, how your lower half body was suspended in air, you had no control. You melted into him, your hand finally reaching up to grip his hair- making him groan, his eyes opening to look down at you. You felt a honey-tight feeling in the pit of your stomach, and with little control you had, attempted to grind your hips against his face. You snapped, and a heat of release ran through you, soaking his face in your fluids.

You couldn’t completely tell in your post-coitus haze, but you swear he was laughing.

You were lowered down to the carpet, thighs spread and trembling. 

“The things I’m going to do to you…” You heard him mutter. You felt his hands grab you again, and flip you on your stomach. His knees kept your legs spread, lifting your ass in the air, and he leaned over your body, bracing one arm next to your head. You heard him shuffling, the clink of his belt. 

You felt his tip brush through your slit and gasped. 

Fuck, he’s huge

You felt his breath on your ear. “You’re so damn gorgeous darling. I’ve been obsessed with you since we met.” He says lowly, sending goosebumps through your skin. “Tell me sweetheart, are you unsure about us now?” He mutters. Your breath hitched, and you shook your head. He smirked, something devilishly, as he pushed his tip inside you. “Good.” he growls, before pushing himself inside.

 You cried out, the mere size of him felt like too much as he stretched you out. “Sshh, you’re alright.” He cooed, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, while his other braced himself on top of you. “You can take it sweet girl- fuck-” He pressed his head into yours, “You feel so good.” 

Your body trembled under him, he moved his hips back, before thrusting into you slowly again, allowing you to adjust to his size. His chest pressed against your back, you could feel the complete weight of him on top of you. Not crushing you- something that felt completely safe and warm. 

“Logan-” You whined, desperate for more, arching your back against him. He chuckled, a sound that shot straight through you, making you clench around him. 

“I got you baby, just relax.” He mutters, before he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. He held onto your jaw, his nose pressing into your hair as you listened to him grunt and growl with each thrust. 

He got faster, your arms stretched out, hands attempting to grip the carpet for some kind of leverage. He was going so fast you don’t even know how he managed to have the stamina, as your eyes rolled back, the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you was enough to make you go dumb and pliant. He suddenly slowed down, making deep- slow thrusts where he nearly pulled completely out, before burying himself inside you again, making you cry out. The hand cradling your jaw came up, covering your mouth to hide your noises.

“Much as I like hearing those pretty noises, don’t need the neighbors complaining darling.” He mutters. He picked his pace again, pounding into your pussy, your whole body shaking underneath him. His arm that kept him braced on the floor wrapped around your hip, his hand gripping at your love handles, angling you higher- practically folding your body in half against him.

The new angle made you feel like you were going to pass out. His cock was pounding into that special spot, making you unable to think of anything, as your body hummed with your second orgasm, approaching quickly. You began whining his name into his hand, and he grunted. 

“Fuck, fuck keep saying my name.” He growled, moving his hand from your lips a bit, just so he could hear you repeating his name over and over. “Oh fuck-” 

His hands released his grip on you, as they came into your view, fists slamming into the floor- and your eyes widened as your watched sharp bone-like appendages protrude from his fist. 

Oh shit-

You couldn’t barely react or acknowledged anything, as the tight thread that was growing in your stomach accordance with Logans thrusts finally snapped, waves of ecstasy rolling over your body, over and over as your eyes rolled back, and Logan’s hips snapped against your ass one more time, filling you up with warm spurts of his cum. He whined and grunted, a few lazy thrusts as he continued spilling into you, before finally stopping, his head collapsing onto your shoulder. 

Your heart was racing, and you could barely see straight from the explosive orgasm that ran through you, but you attempted to focus on his hands, where the sharp appendages were still out. Your hand reached out, gently touching his, and he loosened his fist as you ran your fingers over his palm. You felt him pressing kisses along your shoulder. 

“You okay?” He muttered softly. You nodded, swallowing. 

“You’re a mutant?”

“Yeah.” He says. That explains the stamina

 You didn’t know much about them, other than the fact that the U.S government announced that they were real and a part of the population. Some people were terrified of the idea- but you simply thought nothing of it. Just cause they could do things some couldn’t didn’t mean they weren’t people either- just like Logan. “That bother you?”

“No…” You shook your head, still looking at his hand. He chuckled. 

“You were quick to answer that one.”

“Nothing to be unsure about with that.” You say matter-of-factly. He leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Good.” He mutters. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet sweetheart.” 

“Wait- what?” 

You shrieked as he pulled out, pulling you up from the ground.

You spent the rest of the night being completely undone by him. He made sure to fuck out any doubt or questions you had about you and him- at least physically. He plans to make sure you never have to feel unsure about him ever. 

Something about Logan doing what he did solidified your decision, it wasn't just how the sex was great- but the way he desperately wanted to show you he cared- that he could take care of you, that he wanted to be apart of your life. He may have acted like he was in control, but every movement, every touch, kiss, thrust- felt like he was begging for you to keep him around. There was still things to talk about- such as the mutant thing, but your connection had officially solidified, as you felt you finally made a decision you can add to your list of 'good decisions'.

The next morning, you woke up in bed, wrapped in his arms. Fatigue plagued you, and you barely could feel your legs after the positions he’d managed to put you in- positions you didn’t even know existed. He woke from your shifting, eyes looking at you with adoration and a faint smile on his face. 

“Morning doll.” He greets, voice low with an edge of sleep. 

“Morning Lo.” You smiled, bringing your hand to his chest.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah.” You nod. He sat up, an arm still wrapped around your shoulder as he leaned over you. 

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” He asks. You looked up at him with a raised brow, reminding him of your indecisiveness and he chuckled, a small shake of his head. “Alright. Alright. How about waffles?” 

[ranthaven]

I know a lot of Drumpf supporters at work. I work in a factory owned by a pretty big multinational corporation. You know their products, you’ve probably used a number of them. The stuff we make is good, useful stuff that most people need at least a few of our brands, and we make stuff that is generally good quality and reasonably priced. But we do not operate without some amount of corporate corruption in terms of our effect on society.

I have also spent around 20 years working in publicly funded educational institutions from kindergarten through graduate school. In that realm, I met a lot of people who really benefited from the programs and services we provided. But we often found ourselves working harder and harder just to avoid the loss of funding and the ongoing encroachment of corporate-style thinking in administration.

So I have met people from the whole range of our political spectrum covering the last 40 years. Most of them are not stupid. At all. They may be just average or in a range of, say, 10 points above or below average, but mostly all reasonable people with decent mental capabilities.

What do they all have in common, you might ask? How does a broad swath of society have a common thread that leads to our current situation? It is absolutely not that they are all dimwitted. That is just flatly wrong. I have met some inarguably stupid people, but nowhere near enough to account for the present moment.

The common thread, my friends, is a concerted effort by the wealthy elites and a surprisingly willing pool of corruptible politicians stretching back to the immediate post-WWII era when the elites were not completely in control and largely immune from any efforts to keep them from gaining extreme power.

In this roughly 80-year period, the wealthy elite and their bought-and-paid-for politicians have worked both publicly and behind the scenes to destroy every vestige of civilization that enabled the rise of the “lower” classes to relative equality and an almost fair share of our national prosperity.

They have worked to destroy public education, which has been the single greatest leveler of our society in all of history. They have worked the machinery of capitalism to the most destructive end of its spectrum of function. They have used every technological advance to destroy our commons of communication in every way they could find. And it has taken them a fairly long time, a lot of hard work, and quite an expenditure of money to achieve this social destruction.

Think about all the things you can still find in history books, old newspapers, and archives. Think about names like Ronald Reagan, Edwin Kaiser, Rush Limbaugh, Joseph McCarthy, Leonard Leo, Elon Musk, Newt Gingrich, and so many more. And then there were even more who have labored in relative obscurity. All of these people and all of their work has, on one front, been focused on destroying the ability of the American people to actually know anything, let alone understand any of what they do find out.

Even so, it is still less than half of our voting population that is convinced to vote for what the Republican Party has been turned into. Not because these people are stupid or dimwitted, but because the system has been rigged to keep them from being able to trust. If you believe you can’t really trust anyone you don’t actually know in person, how can you make good decisions?

The system has been designed over time to pull us all apart and break our social bonds in every possible way. You don’t have to be stupid for this to cause you psychological damage and an inability to vote for the good, or at least somewhat better, choices that are offered. You just have to have lived in the US anytime over the last 80 years.

Like the op, I sincerely hope we are all ready to work for the good, or at least better, future we ALL deserve. Please don’t give up, don’t quit, and don’t you dare let the bastards beat you down.

Lets be honest, most of the folks who voted for Trump are halfwits & heathens pretending to be patriots, or worse, Christians. The ones I know in a real life are a few generations into their ignorance and didn’t stand a chance standing up to his brand of bullshit. It was designed for the dimwitted and it worked, especially since it was backed by billionaires who made sure the misinformation & toxic iconography was force fed them at every level of their lives. Distracted and dumbed down by  anti- transgender talking points and xenophobic lies. They bit the bait like a blind catfish after a winter in the muddy waters of misfortune. They’re on the hook now and we will all pay a price for their stupidity. In the end truth and justice will win, if I had any doubt I’d already be gone. Instead I am ready for what may come. My hope is that you are too.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Not a Word 4

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, violence, parental abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a life in hiding, away from your father and the world, until a man decides to drag you into the light. (non-verbal reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

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The cops wade in and out of the house as your world turns as dusky as the ocean depths. You sit at the table, staring as the smell of seasoned pork wafts in the air with the voices and the crackle of radios. Footsteps go back and forth down the hall as shadows loom over you.  

The one across from you says your name. Again. Officer Bolton has thinning gray hair but a thick mustache. You know him. He knew your dad and would stop by whenever his cruiser needed a top-up. 

“I need ya to write it down, miss,” he taps on the notepad in front of you. “Since ya can’t talk. Need a written statement anyway.” 

You blink at him. You feel sick. The smell of the cooking meat is making it worse. You frown and get up. You go to the stove and turn the dial off. It’s probably dried out anyway. 

“Miss,” Bolton calls after you. 

A sniff comes from behind you and you turn. Sy enters with another officer; Private West. He’s probably about your age. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen as many of us in one place,” West says in a tone brighter than the circumstance. 

“Well, it’s a sight to see, isn’t it? Old Don, crushed...” 

You wobble forward and latch onto the back of the chair. You can hear the impact of Sy’s fist over and over. You glance at him as his brow furrows. You just got to tell the same story he did. The one he went over before they got there. 

“It’s her daddy,” Sy says as he comes forward to help you into the chair. 

You sit and rub your throat. You don’t have much of a choice. If you tell the truth, it doesn’t get you much. Your dad is still gone. You don’t know that anyone would believe it anyway. He always told them all you were too stupid. 

“Sorry, miss,” West scratches the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean nothing.” 

You stare at the paper and pick up the pen. Your hand shakes as you hover it over the page. What happens after? What happens if you don’t listen? Will Sy hurt you too? 

You put the nib to the paper and lean forward. It’s like writing a story. You go through what he told you too. You were in the kitchen and you heard a loud noise... 

“Good girl,” Officer Bolton praises. “We just need that statement then we can go file the report. They’ll have that body down at the morgue by midnight.” 

“Awful stuff,” Sy shudders. You almost believe him. 

“Should we keep someone here?” West asks. 

“Ya think the engine’s got a mind of its own,” Bolton scoffs over the scratching of the pen. “Sy, you gon’ look after the girl? Don’t think she ever spent a night without her daddy.” 

Just like always, you’re not there. They talk about you like a thing. Like you can’t understand them. You’re just the same burden you always were. 

“Well, that’s the thing, isn’t it? Her daddy just gave us his blessing, like I was telling the Private. You know, I offered to help finish up that old Bronco so we could talk about the wedding...” 

“Blessing?” Bolton leans back and stretches his arms behind his head, “well, how about that? Syverson, you a good man. Knowing she need someone, huh?” 

“She’s a nice woman,” he puts his hand on the back of your chair. “Quiet. And she makes a hell of a dinner. Seeing as you and the boys came all the way out, I’m sure you can help out with the roast she was slavin’ over. Can’t have it goin’ to waste.” 

You put the pen down. That’s it. The lies are in ink. 

You stand up and go to the stove. This is how it will be. Same as it ever was but it’s Sy now. You open the oven door and put on the mitts to take out the pan. 

“Does smell good,” Bolton says. “My old lady always overheats the damn thing and she got not taste for flavourings.” 

“If you don’t mind,” West adds. “I usually just pop a frozen pizza in after my shift.” 

“Y’all been so good about Don and there’s lots to go around.” Sy affirms as you carve up the tender meat. Not dry at all though to you, the smell is sickening. 

“It is late, past dinner, ain’t it?” Bolton grumbles. 

“We’ll get some plates down. Least we can do is feed y’all,” Sy drawls. 

You keep your head down and obey his indirect orders. You blood is a flow of ice. You’re trembling as you scoop the gravy and potatoes over the roast.  

Your dad’s dead. It’s a startling reality that hasn’t quite sunk in. That’s not what has you unnerved. No, it’s that new truth that you’re struggling to accept. Sy. He’s not going anywhere. 

You understand now what he was asking your dad. He wants to marry you, but why? Why you? Your dad wasn’t wrong. You’re boring. You’re dull. There’s something wrong with you. So why would anyone want you when your only family could never even stand you? 

💍

When the house is quiet, you don’t know what to do. When it was you and your dad, he ignored you. It was just like being alone. But with Sy, everything is different. Nothing can be like it once was. Like it always was. 

He calls your name from down the hall. You haven’t moved from the kitchen table since you served up the roast to the men invading your home. You didn’t kill your dad but you feel like you helped. 

If you could just speak up and tell Sy to go home before everything turned bad. No, you just stood there and listened. You put your back to it all and then... 

You get up and peek around the corner. His silhouette is like a cloud of gloom at the end. You shuffle toward him, hands fold, feet heavy. He flips on the light and you squint. 

“Hey, sugar, you tired? It’s real late, isn’t it?” 

You shrug and look at your bedroom door then back to him. You flinch as his large hand lands on your shoulder. You pout up at him and hold back a quiver of fear. You can feel how easily he hurt your dad. 

“I’m gonna have a shower, wash the day off,” he says. You notice his tie is undone. “You go on and lay down. You deserve a rest.” 

You lower your chin and he catches it in his hand. You bat your lashes and stare up at him. You move your hands behind you and bunch your fingers until your nails jab your palms. He leans in as you stand rigid and terrified. 

His lips meet yours and his coarse beard tickles you. He hums as he kisses you softly. You squeeze your eyes shut as your heart thumps. You’ve never been kissed before. Never even thought of it because it was just never something that would happen to you. 

You feel as if you might tip over as he pulls away. You stay like that as his hand falls away and he clears his throat. You open your eyes and blink. 

“Was that... okay?” He drags his hand over his beard. “Ahh, probably scratchy,” he combs his finger through the hair. “I’ma get nice and fresh for ya, sugar.” 

Your lips are tingly and hot. You turn and push through your bedroom door. He’s watching you but you’re too afraid to look back. 

You close the door but don’t latch it. You don’t want to make him angry. He exhales and his weight creaks in the floor. The bathroom door clicks and the shower buzzes shortly after. 

You turn on the light and glance around. You sit at the folding table. The small beads lay in their clusters, sorted by colour, but you can’t bring yourself to put them into the grid. Your vision blurs as you languish in the aftermath. 

You should cry. Your dad is gone. You should be sad. You’re scared, you’re confused, you’re lost, but there’s nothing in your heart missing.  

The air ripples and Sy’s yawn frightens you. His shadow moves into the room behind you. He grunts as you watch his arms stretch above him in his grey silhouette. Even then, he is huge. 

“You should come to bed, sugar,” he girds as he sits and tests the frame of your bed with a bounce. “Come ‘ere.” 

You look down at your hands and splay your fingers over your legs. You slowly stand and turn to him. He tuts as you gape at his shirtless form. He wears only a pair of plaid boxers. You gulp. You’ve never seen a man like that. Through the fabric, you can’t even trace... well... 

“You can’t sleep in that, can ya?” He says. 

You peer down and up again. You jump into action and go to your dresser. You take out a loose pair of linen pants and a bulkier tee. Before he can react or you can think, you flit out. 

You lock yourself in the bathroom and change. The familiar task keeps your panic from flowing over. When you’re done, you hesitate. You gather up your clothes and face the door. You have to go back now. 

You shudder and leave the bathroom. You enter your room and go straight to the basket of dirty clothes. You drop in the day’s outfit and stay facing the corner. He coughs. 

“Turn the light off, sug.” 

You keep your gaze averted as you obey. You turn off the light and tiptoe to the bed. You linger before it. You wince as he locks onto your wrist and tugs you closer. Your knees hit the frame and you let him bring you down next to him. It’s a small bed, narrow just for him, crowded with both of you. 

He nestles you against him as you curl up on your side. He brings the blanket over both of you and hugs you snugly. He nuzzles your hair and drones in content. 

“Isn’t this nice, huh?” He asks. 

You can’t move. If you had a voice to speak, you couldn’t. You just give in to his power. That’s what always kept you safe. To appease is to survive. 

You close your eyes and he yawns again, “I’m beat too,” he rasps. “But I’ll be all too happy to wake up next to you.” 

His breath puffs into your hair and swathes your scalp in damp heat. As each intake and exhale slows and steadies, he snores like rumbling thunder. It isn’t the noise that keeps you awake though. 

The night wears on with the subtle movement of shadows through the window. You listen to the house and its creaks and cracks. Even with Sy wrapped around you, you feel alone. Desolate. You wallow with the whirling winds as they swim through the leaves. 

Morning slowly peeks over the window sill but your world is no brighter. You grow restless and squirm beneath his arm. You turn on your back as you try to peel it away. He grunts and draws his hand back, cupping your chest to your horror. 

You clasp onto his hand and he purrs, “so soft.” 

You pinch his forearm then slap his bicep. He can’t touch you like that! You didn’t say he could. His eyes snap open and he leans back against the wall with a grunt. 

“Hmph, sugar, what’s going on?” He asks groggily. 

You sit up and cross your arms over your chest. You put your chin down and scowl. He reaches for you again, this time he strokes your arm, and you swat him away. He took your dad, he made you lie, and now he’s just touching you! Kissing you! 

You turn quickly and hop off the bed. He calls your name and you wave at him dismissively. You hurry from the room without looking back. Your heart races as you listen for his pursuit. You don’t hear it, even as you get to the kitchen. 

You stop on the tile and take a breath. Coffee. You can handle that. He drinks it, just like your dad. You remember. If men are all alike, then all you need to do is cook and clean and keep to yourself. 

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Brat Training

"Mmm, I always thought your girlfriend Lana had a dorky body, but now that I'm in control, I can see she just didn't use it to its full potential. Like, look at these tits? They're way bigger than mine.

Oh didn't she tell you? She hired me to 'train' her body and mind. I'm like a life coach but I take control of my clients body's. Lucky for your girlfriend that I gave her a friends and family discount even though I am far from being either. We went to high school together and see was such a dweeb and clearly still is if she needed my help.

Bet she used to whine about me, calling me bitchy bully Becky. She was right, too. I was such a nasty slut in high school but no one dared to mess with me. Clearly that's why your lame girlfriend asked for my help. Dead end job, no fashion sense, being walked over by everyone, including you. But that ends today. I've already made some positive changes.

And her wardrobe? Oh, she dressed like she was still in high school. But with this body and her new clothes that I bought by maxing out her card, I'm going to make sure everyone knows what a queen looks like. I'll wear those tight dresses she was too scared to even think about.

And her voice, oh, her voice! She always spoke so quietly, like she was afraid of her own shadow. But now, it's a perfectly bratty tone that will make everyone do as I... or I mean, as she says. Just this morning I was able to get one of the baristas at her favourite coffee place fired for spelling her name wrong on the cup. Just a few choice words and my new manicure tapping on the counter had the manager fold so fast.

Oh, and those friends of hers, so dorky and annoying, well I’ve kicked them to the curb. They were holding her back. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I made fun of them one by one. They were so crushed that even if Lana wanted to reverse the damage I’ve done, her friends would be too afraid to trust her.

See what your girlfriend never understood was that being a hawt bully was the only way to get what you want. Now that I’ve turned her into one she’s going to have no problem getting everything and anyone that she desires.

But you know what I’m desiring right now? You. Oh don’t worry baby it’s not cheating if it’s her body. Besides you want to be familiar with her new bitchy energy when she takes over right?

First off, I'm going to get down on my knees, right in front of you, and I'm going to take your big cock in my mouth like you've never felt before. This mouth, it's not going to be all shy whispers anymore. It's going to work you, tease you, show you what a real blowjob feels like. I'll look up at you with these big eyes, all innocent and yet so fucking naughty, watching your reaction as I take you deeper, make you moan like you never have.

Then, when you're at the edge, I'll stand up, push you down, and climb on top. This body, it's going to ride you like it was made for it. I'll move my hips in ways she never could, make you feel every inch of this new, improved version of her. I'll lean down, let those big, beautiful tits brush against your face, driving you wild.

We'll change positions, because I want to feel you from every angle. From behind, where I can show off this new, sexy arch in my back, taking you deep, making those sounds she was too embarrassed to make. And then, on your back again, where I'll grind down, slow and deep, watching your face, knowing I'm in control now, knowing I'm giving you the best damn sex of your life.

And all the while, I'll whisper in your ear, tell you how much better it is with me in charge, how this body was wasted on her, but now, it's yours to enjoy, in ways you never thought possible. Because, baby, I’m never leaving. This is my body now and this is just the beginning."

[mykingdomforapen]

Your best friend doesn't want you to notice that he's hurting himself, but you do.

Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't go for the arms, which means that he has thought thoroughly about this before. Instead as the two of you sit at the Sherlock Holmes themed pub that you took him to after that dive, he has one arm wrapped around his middle, and his hand tucked furtively under his white shirt at his waist.

You're not supposed to notice, but he's digging his fingernails deep into his skin until the sting of it can shock him out of crying.

You want to say something. He wants you to not notice. He's pretending that he's admiring the pub's decorum, its classic architecture and the Victorian silhouettes framed on the walls, pretending that his fish and chips and mushy peas require all of his attention. If he looks up, if you see his eyes, you know you'll see the tears rimming the edges, the pink that begins to settle in, and that's the last thing he wants.

You don't know what to do.

You're doing the best you can, and it doesn't feel like enough. Not after Cheng Xiaoshi's heart was shattered, after the hero that he built up in his head of his father so gently and eloquently snuffed out his hope like a candle. Cheng Xiaoshi won't say it, everything that he has ever feared and believed about himself, but you know that it is evolving from fear to fact in his heart--that he is unwanted by his own father, by his neighbors and peers, by virtually everyone because of some innate deficiency, some failure he cannot pay for with anything but his own skin. His parents' absence had severed self-worth from his whole being since he was a child, and as much as he had learned to skip and run and dance and laugh in spite of it, it is painfully obvious, and you can never help but notice it sometimes, the way his laugh will hobble like a stool with uneven legs.

You took him out to the River Thames in hopes that summer city lights will brighten his spirits and distract him. He agreed jubilantly, talked a mile a minute as he looked up pubs that served something not fried so that your throat will not be sore. He smiled at you. Talked in a voice that is affectionate and cheerful. Made you think that things are going to get better, that he'll be okay. And now he digs his fingernails into his flesh until he leaves welts.

You can't help but look at his arms. He wears short sleeves, and you've seen him in swimming trunks before, and you know that you would have noticed scars. But obviously, there are places of him that you haven't seen before where ugly scars could stay--his soul, for one. But you can't help but worry, after what he had said through Wang Qing's lips when she pulled up her sleeve and showed Cheng Weimin all those mottled bruises. Cheng Xiaoshi retreats into himself in his sadness, you know. And once it's out of your sight and reach, you don't know what it morphs into, and where else he will claw at himself.

But he's looking away from you, and makes mundane commentary to show that he is here, beside you. He talks nonsense of Sherlock Holmes, how he remembers there being a translated book in his attic--stops himself when he realises whose it was, then laughs louder, jokes stupider, compliments your choice in pub as if you had opened it, and you realise he worries about you, too.

It becomes a spar, almost. You suggest going to a gelato shop after this, so that he can have something sweet. He scolds you gently for considering eating something cold while you're sick. You bring up the possibility of seeing the Winnie the Pooh exhibit that he had wanted to go to but deemed not enough time. He says that he'd rather make sure you rested. It's maddening. It's a stalemate. You want to wrench his hand away from his middle. You alone know that in another life, a different sort of wound struck that place. A different kind of self-harm.

You wait until you're both out of the pub. Because he hates crying in front of people, and even more so in public. Because if you catch him red-handed, and clawed, he will hate himself for it, and he has been through enough. You both compromise on the gelato because you reasoned to him that affogato is warm. He orders a cone and he's licking the edges before they melt and you think about how much you wish life was kinder to him, and how much you wish he was kinder to himself.

"Cheng Xiaoshi," you say.

He pauses. He looks at you, and there's nervousness in his eyes, because he is convinced that you're going to say something that will make him cry. He doesn't want your pity, but how could you ever give him pity? His father confirmed his greatest nightmare, and Cheng Xiaoshi stood up and defended the little boy who wept alone and afraid in his home. He protected that inner child, even if not all parts of himself will agree.

"How's your ice cream?" you say instead.

"Good!" he says, with a little relief. "Do you want to try some?"

"Idiot, I'll spread my sickness to you."

"I don't mind. It's a good flavor. It'll go well with your coffee. Come on--"

He takes your spoon and scoops a bit of his into your affogato, and you can't help it. You reach over and ruffle his hair. It's soft and thick and you don't know what to say.

"Are you wiping your sticky hands on me?" he jokes.

But when you don't pull away, and don't speak, he quiets. Your hands are gentle, and you always keep your nails to the quick. Your touch will never hurt him. I'm proud of you, your fingers say as they stroke his head. I'm so, so proud of you. And that silent, clawed hand finally slips away from his middle.

[californiannostalgia]

absolutely brain-stimulating take

Possibility 1: maybe even the gods themselves may want to become mortal kings or reclaim that perfect godhood. Although, if any of the gods actually regained godhood, predathos would eat them. So anyone who doesn't want to be eaten will not ascend to godhood, and anyone who is mortal can theoretically be assassinated.

We are about to watch post-French Revolution Exandria. Divine Rights of Kings have been disproven by the gods disappearing from direct contact. No one exists who can prove they are monarchs supported by the actual gods.

(VM joked about being gods all the time, but they're not, and the world knew it. See: Otohan against Keyleth. Godlike mortals can still be struck down. They're different from an immortal being unreachable behind the Gate.)

Possibility 2: holy wars could be spawned by those who claim to be gods reborn. Holy wars are always a valid concern, especially if you look at the Bright Queen and Dwendalian king duking it out with absolutely no involvement or encouragement from the pantheon.

Many different ways this could go. First, if you claim to be a god in a mortal body, but you are not: the followers of the actual god may call your bluff and try to kill you for identity theft reasons. You might survive and become a king after all! But that's just how kingdom-building goes, and now the pre-existing countries are all staring at your new startup wondering if they can shank you. You should start diplomacy.

What I'm trying to explain is that kingship by a mortal has ways it can be checked. A mortal king is different from an eternal power sealed on another plane.

Now, if you claim to be a god-king and are actually the rebirth of a god: how invulnerable are you from mortal threats if you can't ascend to True Godhood without being eaten? Is it practical to declare yourself to the world and jump into the middle of mortal conflict?

It might be better to just be the Pope of your Vatican than to be a king. You wouldn't have to make war if you're a modern Pope uninterested in religious military campaigns. Even if you are killed, you will be reborn. You can still continue helping the mortals you like and watching them grow.

The whole deal about rebirth may be annoying bureaucracy, but at least you get less PTSD triggers about the thing that killed your siblings wiping out your entire family. You and your siblings are an indestructible idea and lineage now.

TLDR: This post discusses mortal politics. I get that the French Revolution, or the Protestant Reformation, or whatever revolutionary thing that happened is scary change. Revolutions are conflict-heavy business.

Would it have been better to continue the absoluteness of kings without the French Revolution ever happening? It's a possibility. But I and a vast majority of people would not have had human rights ratified in that world. Freedom of choice doesn't happen without blood.

I say this as someone from a country that deposed two presidents in ten years, whose parents lived through military tanks shooting down democratic revolutions, whose grandparents survived a war driven by outside forces. No society can ever agree to like a revolution. But once the idea is there, you can't kill it. It will keep coming up.

This may as well be happening

[scrumptiousstuffs]

hiii scrumptious!! i miss sending u asks

can i ask for a analysis of firstkhaotung’s kisses we’ve got so far? which is your favourite and why is your favourite, we need tongueeee

Anon!!!! Why must you torture me with this ask??? 😫😫😫 (torture me more, I love talking about FK and their kisses 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

But, how do you expect me to choose my favourite FK kisses?? Do you know how challenging this asked was? And I can’t possibly do an analysis of all their kisses - Our Skyy 2 alone had more than 20 kisses? (I think)… I will have to write a thesis if I want to analyse every single kisses. I was this close 🤏 to binge watch all their series but alas…I have bills to pay and a fur-baby to feed.

So….instead, I think back to their kisses that sticks in my mind ? - it must make me feel something emotionally when I watched them (and that’s difficult cause FK is so damn good with their intimacy and NC scenes I had to think hard to narrow down my choices)

Without further ado, my top 5 list (list is only current as of The Heart Killers EP9):

No 5: Only Friends EP 2 smoky kiss plus Sand kissing Ray’s left hip tattoo

- Do I like people who smoke? No. But this was cinematic anyway. It was artistic (to me) and you could feel the sexual tension screaming from miles away. And when they gave in to their attraction, the chemistry was off the chart and Sand worshipping Ray’s tattoo was just pure magic 🪄

No 4: Only Friends EP 9 caravan scene (especially the soft, soft kiss Ray bestowed on Sand’s cheek after they have done their tango in bed 🤸)

- The softness of the whole scene was beautiful to watch. There was something pure and personal as we watch these 2 finally coming to terms about their feelings for each other.

No 3: Our Skyy 2 x The Eclipse bridge scene

-The whole scene had me giggling and kicking my legs in excitement. The boys kissing with the sun setting behind them was just.....😍😍😍

-And people talking about tongue involvement? - I am sure there were some tongue action here (also, tell me anon, why are people so invested in tongue-action? I mean i don't mind them but I am not going to fuss if FK's characters don't do them each time!)

No 2: The Eclipse Finale with Akk bestowing the soft pecks/kisses on Aye’s face

- I will always have a soft spot for my babies. As much as I adore all of FirstKhaotung characters, AkkAye have a special place in my heart. And because I can, I’m putting the whole video clip of the scene rather than gifs or screenshots 🥰

- There is something special about this scene where Akk was finally the one that made the first move; initiating the hug followed by the soft kisses. The awe and disbelief in Aye’s eyes before it shifted to soft delight and slight mischievous as he then reciprocate Akk’s gesture. I think we often forget that Aye is just as young and vulnerable like Akk. And to see Akk finally reaching out to Aye just made my heart melt 🫠

No 1: The Heart Killers EP 8 swing scene

-I love the whole damn thing - from the nuzzling to Kant sniffing Bison’s hair like he wants to imprint him to his soul to Kant gently biting Bison’s nose before they continued their heady make out session.

- This whole thing was just peak intimacy 👌. Nobody does it better than them. Their feelings laid bare, Kant is now free to be as disgustingly affectionate and loving like he always wanted to be. It’s just so so good. Also, let’s be honest, we know KantBison would continue to make out for hours on that swing.

Honourable mentions:

The Eclipse EP6 Akk fantasy kiss

*I remember watching this scene and thought - oh, Aye finally made the move. But then to find out it was all in Akk's mind???? It flipped the narrative and it made me realised that this was likely the first time we saw from Akk's perspective that he is stupidly horny for the irritating boy who keeps him on his toes

Only Friends EP9 angry-lust driven kiss in the music room

*This was just a good kiss because you can feel the anger from Sand but he was so in love with Ray that he can't help but give it. Ray as usual, clocked it and he pounced! And the sheer amount of lust pouring out of these 2....I cursed when Top stepped into the room

The Heart Killers Ep 9 KantBison sweet pecks in the sea

*KantBison making sweet memories to replace Kant's nightmare and phobia will hold something special to my heart (does it make sense for Kant to completely forget his fear? - not really, but I will forgive the narrative because I get my domestic KantBison!)

Plus…..

FirstKhaotung sweet kisses in My Fuel MV (because we didn’t get Alan/Gaipa or Alone/Kaitong kissing - I’m going to substitute with the clip we got from First’s MV and just think it’s Alan/Gaipa in them, ok?)

*Those jubi jubi kisses are giving me butterflies and I can't stop smiling every time I rewatch the MV!

[yanderes-galore]

hear me out, Arthur with darling who's a bounty? Like one of the posters you can get in the various sheriff's offices

Oh! I like this idea since it's a bit hypocritical of him.

Yandere! Arthur Morgan with Bounty! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Threats, Overprotective behavior, Murder, Paranoia, Coercion, Dubious companionship/relationship.

It's ironic that Arthur, an outlaw, hunts down bounties.

Truthfully he's just doing it for the money.

It's not like he's a Pinkerton or anything.

The sheriff hires him as a gun to take down other outlaws tormenting folk.

Doesn't matter what they did, as long as Arthur takes care of them then he'll get his money.

Normally this job doesn't affect him.

He's used to shooting or lassoing folk.

Usually it gets him a nice sum of money to present Dutch.

Although... What if Arthur couldn't do one bounty.

Usually with bounty hunting, the only appeal to him is the money.

What if he finds something much better than... money?

I imagine Arthur would have to find some sort of... reason between to spare you.

Like maybe you aren't even that high value a target.

Or maybe you did what you did because you had no other choice...

If you want a more platonic view, maybe you're too young for him to want to shoot or give to the sheriff.

If you want a more romantic view, you manage to swoon him enough to get away.

Either way, if Arthur is somehow intrigued by you, it doesn't take much to make him rethink taking the job.

He himself is wanted dead or alive... So he understands the struggle.

Maybe after Arthur decides against it he can't get you out of his head?

He sees your wanted posters everywhere and a small part of him is almost... concerned.

After all, if he doesn't do something... Someone else will.

Arthur's first few encounters with you are often hostile or begrudgingly neutral.

You may have even paid him off a few times from your robberies just to keep your freedom.

Eventually Arthur uses these times as alternative ways to get money.

You keep your freedom, he gets paid, he even looks forward to you two meetings.

Yet there's a nagging fear in him.

You could still get hurt due to other bounty hunters.

Just because he hasn't harmed you... They still could.

This anxious thought might be what makes him obsessive.

He's concerned about you.

You're out there all alone and you can't bribe everyone.

Arthur wasn't expecting to get so worked up about some other petty criminal.

Yet here he is, staying up in camp with a million different thoughts running through his head.

It would not surprise me if Arthur continued to track you like he did when you were a target of his.

He follows you from a distance on his horse, watching you make camp quietly.

He isn't sure how he wants to approach you and tell you he's friendly.

Will you actually trust him or still try to bribe him?

While he typically watches you from a distance, he sometimes even sits at your camp to chat.

He wants you to trust him, he isn't after your bounty anymore.

Think of him as an ally... a friend.

Sometimes Arthur even finds a few bounty hunters after you.

He ends up taking care of them before they get to you... two well placed shots in the head usually takes them out.

Is it wrong of him to do this? It doesn't matter to him.

He can't get you out of his head... He doesn't want anything wrong to happen.

You can bet that eventually Arthur will try to invite you to Dutch's gang.

He knows you'll be well taken care of there.

You'll always be under his watch, at least.

You reject Arthur a few times, but the man is quite persistent.

He may be nice now... but what if he isn't?

What if Arthur was very adamant you joined.

It starts as a suggestion.

Wouldn't it be safer to travel in a group?

Then it becomes more of a subtle threat...

Y'know... Your bounty is pretty high now....

You won't be able to pay Arthur off forever, right?

So... why don't you come with him?

He can take care of you, you'll have company and food... and somewhere to go.

Bounty hunters are too much of a danger when you're alone.

If you don't come with him, well...

He'll stop accepting your money.

Then there's nothing stopping him from turning you in, right?

It's simple, isn't it?

You either come with him to join the gang...

Or he turns you in to the sheriff.

Is that a threat? Perhaps...

But you'll thank him later.

Arthur insists he's doing this because he cares.

Like he wasn't hunting you down months ago.

He'd drag his obsession to the gang if he has to.

You don't have much of a say in the matter once Arthur starts his threats.

It seems like you join him or you die... and you happen to like what little freedom you have.

So Arthur succeeds in dragging you to Dutch, saying you can be a good help to the group.

He takes care of you like he says.

It's... actually a bit strange for you.

This is the very same man who hunted you down for money...

Now he's treating you like you're part of some kind of family?

You struggle to get used to the new life you were forced into...

You don't entirely hate it, but you are a bit intimidated by Arthur.

After all, now you have to be part of the gang.

At least this puts Arthur at ease, right?

Now he doesn't have to worry about you being killed as long as he keeps you in camp.

Sure, you may hate him now, but this is a good deal, right?

Arthur knows you'll come to enjoy the gang's company at some point...

You already enjoy his company too...

Isn't this better than the noose?

[romanreignsbae]

Forbidden Desires - Chapter 2

R.R

Find chapter 1 here ➡️ Chapter 1

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After 3 hours of walking around the mall relentlessly, with Roman buying Y/n every single thing she eyed, they finally made it back to the hotel. As Roman locked the door behind him, he asked a question that’s kept him on edge since last week.

“How is he?” Y/n knew exactly who Roman was subtly referring to.

He was referring to the almost 2 year old son they shared. Zyon. The light of their lives. How this happened? Well long story short, a simple movie night in Y/n’s room lead to Roman gushing about his heavy feelings for her. Now, Roman knew better than to mess around with younger women.

But Y/n was different to him, and that was cause he was in love with her. Y/n was no better than Roman himself. She flaunted the words ‘age is just a number’ around her hotel room with no second thought. She was just as in love with him.

The pair spent the rest of their night passionately love making with of course no protection. This little game carried on for 2 weeks after, but came to a halt when Y/n noticed slight changes in her body and mood. She often felt nauseous and found herself with her face in the toilet throwing up her guts, or felt herself becoming emotional over the smallest things.

Roman had grown worried and decided to set up a doctors appointment for her. He had insisted he attend to make sure everything was alright. While attending this appointment the pair was informed they were expecting.

The two of them shared worried glances but put on a happy act in front of the doctor to raise no suspicion. The last thing they wanted was the doctor informing anything to the media.

After letting reality sink in they decided to make up a plan so they could keep this little secret to themselves. He provided for Y/n’s every single need during her rocky pregnancy. Made sure she ate the best food, had the best doctors, and overall was happy and stress free.

When their son was born he continued providing for his child that he loved so dearly. But he continued providing for Y/n just as much too. He loved them both. Clothes, food, bills, the main necessities, and every other thing their hearts desired.

Him and Y/n had came to a mutual agreement that they would push their feelings aside for one another for the sake of their son. Sharing a room would be a mess, they both knew it. But they had no choice.

“He’s doing fine, he’s with my mom right now, he misses you..” Roman listened to her words, emotion wavering over him.

“I miss him so much too..you know how bout we FaceTime him together tonight?” he suggested.

They both knew it would make their baby beyond happy to see his mommy and daddy together. They never quite understood the boys obsession with them being together, but it was worth the look of joy that always crossed his cute little face.

It only took a few rings for your mom to pick up the phone. “Zyon, baby look! It’s mommy and daddy!”

You could hear your baby cooing as he crawled over to the phone, his baby hands thumping against the wood floor. “Mama! Dada!” He squealed happily clapping his hands together.

“My baby! I miss you so much” Y/n spoke with a bright smile on her face. Seeing her son always put her in the best mood possible. He was the reason she was happy in life. “Hey buddy! Daddy misses you..”

Zyon grabbed the phone away from his grandma holding it close to his blabbing away, as if they would understand what he was saying.

The small screen of the phone filled with Zyon's small cute face, his eyes wide with unfiltered joy finally seeing his mommy and daddy together once again. His little hands smacked against the device, his babbles were of adorable incoherence. "Mama! Dada!" he repeated, his voice a sweet melody that dug deep into Y/n's heart, instantly melting away the thoughts from the stressful day she went through.

"Oh, my precious boy," Y/n cooed, her eyes glistening with affection. "Mommy misses you so much." Her fingers traced the outline of his face on the screen, a longing ache twisting in her chest. Roman, leaning over her shoulder, mirrored her expression. His hand found hers, squeezing gently, a silent acknowledgment of the shared emotion.

"Hey, champ!" Roman's voice boomed, his usual playful tone softening as he spoke to his son. "Daddy misses you too, buddy. You been a good boy for Grandma?" Zyon responded with stream of gurgles and giggles, nodding his head emphatically as though he fully understood the question. He proceeded to grab the phone from his grandma and bring it closer to his face. His face filled the whole screen as he began to rant, his hand smacking the device as he spoke.

“He’s telling us about his new toy,” Y/n's mom chuckled lightly from the background, “he’s been playing with it all day.” It seemed as though Zyon knew what she was saying and tried to talk over her, babbling even more loudly. Both Roman and Y/n couldn't help but laugh at their son. Seeing his cute little self was more than enough to lift their spirits.

They spent the next fifteen minutes engrossed in Zyon's world. They watched him show off a colorful building block tower he had made, heard him attempt to sing a terribly off-key version of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and the whole time every single moment felt right, in both their hearts. Each giggle, each babble, was a treasure, a reminder of the beautiful creation that bound them together. When it was time for Y/n's mom to put him down for the night, a pang of sadness went through them both.

"Goodnight, my baby," Y/n whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Mommy loves you so, so much."

"Night, buddy," Roman added, his voice equally tender. "Sleep tight, and dream big."

As the call ended, the vibrant image of Zyon faded, replaced by the cold, dark screen. A sudden hush fell over the hotel room. The joyous laughter that had filled the air was replaced by a familiar, underlying tension that needed to be dealt with.

Y/n sighed and leaned back against the plush headboard of the bed, a profound sense of longing washing over her. She glanced at Roman, his expression mirroring her own quiet ache.

"He's growing up so fast," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Roman moved to sit beside her on the bed, their fingers intertwining instinctively. "He is," he agreed, his thumb gently stroking her skin. "Almost two years old. It feels like just yesterday we were nervously staring at the monitor waiting for our little man to make his appearance."

They both fell silent, a comfortable quiet upon them. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, the complex emotions that surrounded their unusual arrangement. Usually Roman would see Zyon once a day every week, with his hectic schedule. He’d stay the night, maybe stay for breakfast and then poof he’s gone, and Y/n stays dealing with Zyon asking for his ‘dada’. Yet at the same time they were bound by their son, holding them together..keeping them strong. Yet, beneath the surface was a longing, a yearning for something more.

"You know," Roman began, his voice low and husky, "I hate this. I hate that we have to pretend, that we can't just be… us." His gaze was intense, his eyes searching hers for a hint of understanding.

Y/n reached up and cupped his face, her touch gentle but sure. "I know, Roman," she whispered, "I hate it too. Every single day."

She knew what he meant. The stolen glances across the room, the hushed conversations when Zyon wasn't around, the constant push and pull of their desires – it was exhausting. They were a family in every sense except the most basic one. They weren’t together. Not fully.

"If it was just the two of us," Roman continued, his voice laced with thick emotion, "things would be so different. We'd be together. Completely."

A small smile curved Y/n's lips. “It’s all I dream about,” she admitted. "I dream about us, Zyon, all in one home. Just a family. No secrets. No hiding. I wish I could experience that."

Roman’s thumb brushed softly against her neck, “I wanna hold you every night, wake up with you in my arms every morning. I want us to experience all of Zyon’s first together, not apart.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She’d dreamt about the same things, wished for the same future. She longed for the normalcy, the simplicity of a life where she could love Roman freely, openly, without the burden of hiding their relationship.

"Do you ever think," Y/n asked, her voice barely a breath, "that maybe... maybe we could change things? Work out an arrangement that allows us to be together, properly?"

Roman's eyes widened, his gaze intense. "Y/n, you don't even have to ask. I have been wanting this since you told me you were pregnant with Zyon. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second."

"It's just… it's scary," Y/n admitted, her voice laced with anxiety. "We'd have to tell everyone, the media, the fans… It could be a mess."

Roman took both of her hands in his. “We could do it together,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere, I love you Y/n. More than I have loved anything in my whole life.” He felt something he had been keeping in for years. He confessed his true feelings for her, not holding back.

"And if everything were to go south, at least we would have each other, our mini us," she said. "We could make it work for Zyon.”

Roman’s face was full of hope, he sat there silent for a moment before speaking again. “It can’t just happen overnight though..it takes time..”

“I know baby, but i’m in for it, if you are” Y/n whispered softly. He looked up at her with a soft smile forming around his plump lips.

“You already know i’m in for it baby..”

@southerngirl41 @kia1996-blog-blog @beibigirl124

[blitzwhore]

Hello! I'd like to ask if you've seen the post with the screenshots that says Stolas inflicts his own torment by going with Stella's whims despite having more power and prestige than her. There is a rebuttal, of course, but someone else also added that the reason people think as the screenshot says is because the writers didn't put enough emphasis and reason on the hold Stella has over Stolas and his fear of her, as well as the fact that her apparent uninvolvement with Octavia makes his reason to stick with her seems very weak. They do put an intriguing essay on how the fear of Stella for Stolas could have stand out more.

Personally I think that he's probably desensitised and numb to her after with Paimon as well and the image of a nuclear family is a must for both society and daughter. Perhaps we'll have more answers in s3. What do you think?

Drink water regularly, may a good week come to you.

Hi! I haven't seen that post, no.

When I see posts arguing about the quality of the show's writing I almost always ignore them, because I'm not interested in discourse and I want my blog to be a place that's fun for me and others to scroll through. I don't want fandom wank and 'criticism of the show' on my blog because I go into fandom spaces to have fun, not to get angry. So if I'd seen that post, I probably would've just sighed really hard and kept scrolling.

That being said, because this ask touches on a subject matter that is extremely personal to me, I'll bite and share my personal opinion, which is that the writing is perfectly executed exactly as it is. Helluva Boss is a show for a mature audience—it says so at the beginning of every episode. That doesn't just mean "hey, there's sex and drugs in these episodes". It also means, "hey, some heavy themes are going to be handled in this show, and we're not going to hold your hand and walk you through them. It's up to you to use your media literacy and critical thinking skills to pick up on the things we're going to show you".

And maybe it's because I'm an abuse survivor myself and I know exactly what it feels like to go through decades of abuse, and maybe other viewers' interpretation of Stolas' character is completely different, but... I personally had zero trouble picking up on Stolas' motivations, fears, and emotions, or on why he made each decision at each turn throughout the show.

I'll put the rest of my answer under a cut, because it's personal and rambly. But in short: yeah, I do agree with what you said at the end of your ask.

1. "He's more powerful and has a higher status than Stella, so he's inflicting his pain on himself by not standing up to her"

So there's this thing called learned helplessness, and, fun fact, it is heavily linked with PTSD and depression.

"(...) Learned helplessness occurs when someone repeatedly faces uncontrollable, stressful situations and does not exercise control when it becomes available. They have “learned” that they are helpless in that situation and no longer try to change it, even when change is possible." (source)

It's not about the power and capability to control the situation Stolas actually has. It's about the power and control he feels he has—which is none. Zero. He says this to us constantly. "Owl in a cage", "you have no choice", "my entire life's been written in stone, he taught me that I could choose".

He was told since he was a kid that his duties, his marriage, his life trajectory were non-negotiable. He never knew a life outside of his palace—his gilded jail. He doesn't know what we as the audience know—that there's a whole world out there where he can build a better life for himself with people who actually love him—because he's been raised to be a pawn in a game much bigger than himself, and he knows it. I don't need (and don't want) the show to spoonfeed me this fact. It's spelled all over his character if you know how to see it.

2. "Stella's hold of Stolas and his fear of her aren't emphasised enough in the show"

Stella literally tries to hit him at the end of The Circus and looks shocked and taken aback when he grabs her wrist to stop her. I don't need them to show me Stella hitting Stolas 15 times in order to know she's been doing it.

He hugs himself and makes himself small, walking away to remove himself from the situation as quickly and quietly as possible, when Blitz starts yelling at him in The Full Moon. I don't need them to show me Stella yelling at Stolas 20 times to know she's been yelling at him for years. We've seen her yelling at him in Loo Loo Land, in The Circus and in Seeing Stars. We know it happens. We know it always has.

I also don't need them to tell me that repeated physical and verbal abuse causes a victim to become extremely afraid of their abuser and causes them to be triggered by anything and anyone that makes them feel unsafe, because I've lived it in my skin. And I know plenty of people who watch the show who are not abuse survivors, and they're also able to see that Stolas is behaving like any abuse victim exactly with zero support would act.

In the moment, he freezes and flees. He makes himself smaller. He gets away from the situation in any way he can. He "keeps the peace" to keep the abuse to a minimum, doing anything and everything to please the people around him because that's the only way he can feel some semblance of control. ("Yes, if that's what Blitzy wants" / "Do you like it when I talk to you dirty?" / just him sheltering Octavia from his suffering to be the perfect parent for her, and give her everything she could ever want and need, going as far as making promises he couldn't keep).

In the long run, he becomes hopeless and drowns in guilt. He assumes he probably deserves what's happening to him, and thinks it's his own fault that he's so affected by the abuse for being too weak to stand up for himself. He blames himself for not being good enough for the people around him ("I'll believe him, and not the voice that says I'm not enough"), and mentally berates himself for being a coward and a failure, and for not knowing how to put an end to his suffering. He turns to passive (sometimes active) suicidality because that's genuinely the only way he can see of getting back control over his own body and life. ("When I'm gone you'll be okay" / "I'll give my life to clean your slate" / "I don't care what they fucking do, I'm seeing Octavia" / "do it, pussy").

3. Stella's uninvolvement with Octavia makes Stolas' reason to stay with Stella seem very weak

I... Look. I can't be the only one who grew up in a broken family, and surrounded by plenty other broken families. Kids, especially small kids, can't rationalise that family relationships don't always work out and sometimes divorce is the best option for everyone involved. Especially not in this society we live in, where divorce/separation are seen as a failure, and children are (at least passively) taught that divorce is their fault.

Stolas knows all this. He doesn't want Via to feel like she's growing up in a broken house, which is what separating from Stella would accomplish. We also don't know if Stolas would've kept custody of Octavia had he divorced Stella when Via was little. But it's very likely he didn't want to risk leaving Via alone with Stella, even just half the time. Especially not when Octavia has been having nightmares and crying over the mere thought of being abandoned by Stolas. Divorcing Stella would very likely result in Octavia feeling abandoned by him.

I don't know, man. I feel like I don't even have the right words to reply to this point. I still remember being 8 and sensing that something was very wrong with my parents and feeling like it was my responsibility to fix it, or else my world would end. Stolas tried his best to protect Octavia from feeling this way, from feeling responsible for anything that happened between her parents. He just wanted her to be happy. The only way he could do that was by playing 'happy family' in front of her so she could grow up carefree. He tried his best to give her enough love that she wouldn't feel the absence of her mother's love. I really don't know what else to say to this.

If you want media to spoon-feed you its themes and hold your hand as it shows you what each character is going through, then... I don't know, man. Stick to media that does that. There's media out there that genuinely does this really well. Heartstopper, for example. The Hunger Games, in a way. But maybe think twice before diving into adult media meant for mature audiences and criticising it for wanting you to be a mature viewer. Maybe it's just not for you.

Anyway. I'm gonna drink water now, please drink some water too if you're reading this (included, but not limited to, the asker). Hope you all have a nice day ❤️

[violetmuses]

Don’t Go Screamin’ - R. Reigns (Part 6)  🖤

Fandom: WWE 

Character: Roman Reigns (ft. Damian Priest)

Love Interest: Female Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

@episodes-ff @expert-texpert @persethegawd @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @dabratzchronicles @luvrsluxe 🏷

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Beginning this new episode of “Friday Night Smackdown,” chrome wheels moved along as one truck entered the massive parking garage. 

Cheering echoed from walls as modern legend Roman Reigns opened this vehicle door and emerged, back for the first time in quite a while. 

Escorted by his cousins Jimmy and Jey Uso, Roman couldn't help smiling for once. Even Sami Zayn joined this return and Paul Heyman walked. 

“You're feeling better!” Laughing, Jimmy grinned at Roman. 

“Of course.” Roman almost scrunched up his face and brushed off the past. 

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“Look. Roman's not mad right now, so chill.” Jey told his brother and Sami. 

The Uso brothers turned one corner with Sami, yet Roman spoke up in this hall once more. 

“Sweetheart? Daddy's home.” Offering this low chuckle, Reigns pulled his Southern accent forward and looked for you in the hallway. 

“Uh, Sami?” Jimmy glanced toward Zayn and almost clenched words. “We should talk.” 

“Yeah. What's wrong?” Sami offered concern this time around. 

“Did you ever tell Roman what happened this year?” Jimmy's frustration grew more and more. 

“Oh….” Realization hit Sami like a truck and even Jey stepped closer. “No…”

“Fine, it's your funeral.” Jim raised both hands to surrender and walked off, not planning to handle imminent drama. 

“I'm hungry. We'll head to catering before the show.” Jey pointed backwards and quietly settled tension. 

“You're not mad too, right?” Sami wanted to hear good news.

“Sorry, Uce. I can't help out.” Jey shook his head, leaving Sami to fix the problem. 

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Almost whistling back down that hallway, Roman cradled one gorgeous bouquet of flowers for you and laughed near The Wiseman Paul Heyman. 

“Hey! Roman? Look, um.” Sami began. “Not to interrupt your conversation, but could I tell you something? It's important.” 

“Sure. Is everything alright?” Reigns narrowed his brown eyes and looked out for Sami despite work coming up soon. 

“I…um. I heard this stupid rumor that Champ won't show up tonight.” Wanting peace, Sami  tried explaining your absence from the tunnel. 

“Oh, okay.” Staying calm, Roman took out his cell phone and planned on calling you instead. Even The Wiseman glanced forward. “She'll tell me what's going on.”

“Hi! It's me. Sorry for not answering, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Take care.” Your voicemail picked up

“Sami…” Narrowing both eyes, Reigns clutched his phone and veiled anger now. 

“It's probably traffic or something. Prime television hours, y’know?” Sami laughed through quiet nerves at this point. “Don't worry.” 

“Stop talking. Walk away before The Tribal Chief loses his temper.” Paul Heyman cautioned Sami for once. 

“All right.” Given no other choice, Sami headed elsewhere, not able to make another point for himself. “I'll leave.”

“Wiseman?” Roman arched his brow. “If you don't contact Nick Aldis, I'm taking matters into my own hands.” 

“Very well, my Tribal Chief.” Paul Heyman shuffled out to look for Aldis, the general manager of “Smackdown.” 

________

“What the hell happened? Cameras will start rolling tonight.” General Manager Nick Aldis stormed this locker room. 

“Where is she?” Roman lowered his deep voice and questioned your whereabouts.  

“Who, what's going on?” Nick almost scrunched up his face. 

“Don't you know who I'm talking about?” Roman sat up and defended you, even here. Paul Heyman turned silent.  

“With all due respect Roman, can't say that I'd even recall her name. The roster has been updated.” Nick refused, dodging your impact for the show.

“All right, then. Look around.” Standing, Roman gestured by pictures. 

Various photos of you immortalized up or down these locker room walls. Even other superstars would beam to celebrate incredible moments. 

“She's gone.” Clearing his throat, Nick revealed this bombshell over you. 

“Where?” Patience grew thinner and thinner as Roman stepped forward. 

“The WWE Draft sent her to RAW.” Nick tried to  walk despite your news, but Reigns can't believe what occurred. Paul Heyman gasped once more. 

“I'll shoot our episode tonight, but there's big plans in the future.” Roman took charge, needing answers. 

Enough was enough. 

******

“Hello, everyone. Welcome to our special edition of Monday Night Raw!” Commentators opened the brand-new episode that would take place. 

As billowing mist scaled along the entry ramp once more, haunted voices returned to sing in unison and introduced vengeful Rock again. 

Once your silhouette crossed Rhea, Damian held hands with you and marched forward, standing with power until spotlights brightened thousands. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, be afraid. Judgment Day is back!” Announcers pulled fear. 

“We are your nightmares. Sleep with one eye open!” Rhea snatched one microphone as your eyes struck down this beaming audience. 

“Watch out! The Eradicator has another brutal message.” Commentators warned of Ripley's danger. “What could possibly happen next?”

Out of nowhere, three roaring drums pulled thousands of viewers near chaos as blue spotlights flashed beyond all directions. 

“What the hell?! No!” Professionals almost jumped from their announcement table as shock leveled this moment higher and higher. “No way!“

“Tribal Chief!” Fans chanted over and over again, waiting for Roman Reigns to arrive. 

Sure enough, Roman turned that corner and emerged, flagged by every single member of The Bloodline as steps marched down this ramp. 

“Who in the world is Roman Reigns looking for this time?” Commentators held their breath. 

Once Roman locked eyes with your presence, the universe could've shattered. 

Before Rhea or Damian could help, you eased one hand, silently pausing their footsteps while the crowd lost marbles and excitement increased. 

For the first time since leaving that Wrestlemania press conference, you stood in front of Roman. 

Almost towering beyond height, Reigns looked down and met your stance, biting his lip to avoid   countless emotions. There's just no other choice. 

Noticing that one dropped microphone centered the ring, Roman knelt as brown eyes pierced through your soul. Thousands shrieked louder. 

“Well. Roman Reigns just declared that Phoenix will take charge.” Commentators relayed how you earned that microphone. 

“You found me?” You pulled heartstrings with the first question. 

“Yes.” Nodding to stay composed, Reigns knew better as subtitles caught the brief movement of his lips. 

“Do me a favor.” You explained this request and the audience pulled their shock once more. 

“Anything.” Roman promised right back, never wishing to disappoint your heart again. 

“Talk to Jimmy and Jey in front of everyone.” You handed Reigns the microphone and stepped back, watching this new moment play out. 

“What's wrong?” Roman questioned the Uso twins. 

“Oh no!” Commentators almost panicked through realization and screams heightened from each corner when Roman turned, facing his cousins.

“Jey and I showed up for an episode of RAW while you were gone.” Jimmy revealed the truth at last. 

“Hold on.” Fed up, Ro grilled Jimmy over your new placement. “Let me get this straight: Y'all went on TV for an appearance and knew that she was here this entire time?” 

“Yeah. I'm sorry, man.” No matter what, Jimmy couldn’t lie to Roman anymore. 

Drama leveled past notches when The Bloodline spiraled. 

Taking no other option around here, Rhea Ripley gathered members of “Judgment Day” and stood ringside to dodge more chaos than expected. 

“Go.” You squeezed Damian’s hand before Reigns could notice anything else and Priest left the ring. 

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“You think I'm stupid?” Roman sized Jimmy up and almost shoved his cousin on live TV. “Breaks don't stump my intelligence, clown!”

“Don't touch me.” Jimmy spoke up for himself as Roman pushed emotional buttons. 

“Keep talking.” Roman clenched his teeth. “I've held back my patience around liars?” 

“We held back so much for you!” Jimmy shouted at Roman, waking up everyone. “You'd crash out with everything going on.” 

“Tell me!” Roman barked through his Southern accent, still pissed off. 

Instead of answering Roman, Jimmy looked at you and everything turned full circle. 

“Tell ‘em, Sis.” Jim passed the microphone and cameras zoomed toward your face. 

“Look at me, Roman.” Your kind voice turned serious. 

“Listen, we can talk….” Reigns failed to warm your heart all over again. 

“I don't love you anymore.” Your truth changed Roman's world forever.

As if fate turned back from the universe, Damian Priest joined that ring once more and took the microphone, standing with you this time around. 

“Showing up with the family and acting nice to her doesn't count.” Damian protected you across from Roman. “You weren't there.” 

“You don't know anything about us.” Facing Damian Priest, Roman wanted to defend your relationship. 

“After winning Wrestlemania, you just booked another flight to the Island of Relevancy and left her stranded!” Damian pointed between you and Reigns. Thousands would scramble emotions. 

Grief traveled to your face and Roman's heart shattered. 

“I'm sorry, Princess…” Roman stepped closer, but you flinched away.

Drained, you left the ring and thousands of people realized this heartbreaking moment. 

[caterpillarinacave]

I know we’ve all said it a million times but one of the best parts of NATM1 is still that it spent the entire first 3/4ths of the movie setting up Ahkmenrah as this constant unnerving presence that’s kept locked away out of genuine fear and then he’s really just:

[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[bumblingbabooshka]

My name is [BRUTUS] and my name means [HEAVY] so with a [HEAVY] heart I'll guide this dagger Into the heart of my enemy

Something about having absolutely no choice in who you marry. About being literally forced by the law to spill blood - to accept this stranger as your husband over a man you truly care for or accept the fact that the man you love might die because you put him in danger. Something about risking becoming the wife of a man you've never even seen before a few minutes prior because you know anything would be better than putting your beloved in harm's way. Something about the trust inherent in that decision and in the way she speaks of it after. Truthfully, T'Pring doesn't know the captain and she doesn't know Spock. Either one of them could have taken her as their wife but she does know Stonn. She knows that Stonn will remain by her side no matter what. They made a plan together. They have an agreement which T'Pring believes will be upheld even though the plan changed with the arrival of Kirk. Stonn will always be there, always, and Stonn will be hers. Something about the language used around T'Pring: Ownership, subservience, non-personhood. T'Pring is an object that Spock can win. She cannot reject him, she has no say in the matter other than having Stonn 'claim' her instead. Even when Spock leaves after being very clearly rejected by T'Pring he says "Stonn, she is yours." as if despite her clear rejection he still owns her and is must formally 'give' her to Stonn. But the language T'Pring uses around Stonn is a break from that: "There was Stonn who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him." Stonn who wanted very much to be HER consort and she WANTED him. The language here is very particular - It's not, for example: "Stonn wanted me to be his wife" - he is HERS. And she WANTS him. There's a mutual affection there and a strong trust - a trust which seems to be well founded since Stonn (though silent) stands by her side at the end of the episode. <- That might seem small but if Spock would reject her for 'daring to challenge' (again, the language is not 'because I don't want you' but more of an implied disgust at her having the AUDACITY to reject him) then it's not a stretch to assume that it'd be considered an insult in the TOS Vulcan society to NOT choose Stonn as her champion after a prior agreement. Anyway T'Pring was a woman in an impossible situation within a society which saw her as more of an object than a person and she wanted Stonn and Stonn wanted to be hers and she trusted that he would understand if she had to publicly pick someone else to ensure his life would be spared and he did understand.

[andrewknightley]

anyways thinking a lot about games with evil choices, and if they are there to actually improve the narrative or just because.

i do think some are just lazy evil : give fenris to danarius; its stupid and breaks inmersion because the other charas barely react . same with giving shadowheart to viconia is like random and there is barely any consecuence.

now shit like fucking up wrex race in mass effect gives us at least AN AMAZING wrex scene that breaks my heart every time where he tries to kill you. fucking increible. maybe the story doesnt change that much but the vision of the character does. same if you tell mordin to not cure the genophage, you see a new side of him you would never see otherwise.

And then we have undertale thats an entirelly new level.