#after almost 19 years of marriage we know how to have a good time

[didee-anne]

TMI so you’ve been warned

Naked Wednesdays are back!! Now that the kids are back at Homelink Rory and I are back to having one day a week together kid free for several hours! After dropping them off at 9 we usually go workout, grab lunch or a drink from our favorite coffee house, go home and shower together, and then spend about 2 hours absolutely and thoroughly enjoying each other. It’s my favorite day of the week and today, the first one of the school year, was absolutely perfect!

[snowsinterlude]

need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Elvis-mania”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

Warning: mentions of COVID-19

MASTERLIST

COVID-19 took the world by storm and what was meant to just be some months in Australia became almost a year. Austin took this to his advantage to get more into the Elvis role, I supported him with any research he needed and with his weight gain, his accent. At first it was really enjoyable, I mean, dancing and singing to Elvis’ songs in the middle of the night, watching his movies and performances, watching Austin trying to recreate them. But then it started to get more serious, he started to go method.

I wasn’t a fan of method acting, I’ve never tried it before but I did have some co-stars that did it and it was like hell on earth, I’d like to think that he was going for a Marlon Brando route but it was starting to feel like Jared Leto when he played the Joker.

“Sit still!” I laughed as he didn’t stop moving around while I placed the hair dye on his brownish hair, he wasn’t a natural dark-haired man, as a boy his hair was this beautiful blonde.

“It smells disgusting, God, how I miss your hairdresser.” He said with a chuckle, his voice was a little thicker, a bit of a southern drawl to it.

“See? and you called me ridiculous whenever I went with her. I don’t know what she uses but it smells delicious.” I had my hairdresser back in California, she did my more trickier hairstyles, like the beehive ponytail and she did dye Austin’s hair black a couple of times before.

“Or maybe we were just high from all the chemicals, who knows?” He laughed again, yeah, maybe we did not ventilate well enough right now, I moved towards the window and opened it, not remembering that my gloves were pretty much still with hair dye, I stained that whole window up. To this day I still remember how much the landlord charged us for that one. After 30 minutes, we both kneeled beside the bathtub, I started rinsing his hair.

“Baby, you gonna drown me or something!” He said to me, if the water wasn’t too cold then it was too hot, or I was too aggressive with the rinsing.

“Then so be it!” I said to him, shampooing his hair.

Afterwards I even dried it and styled it, he saw himself in the mirror again, he finally had jet black hair again after months of just having this weird combination between black and blondish hair.

“I don’t know— I feel a little silly. Like an impersonator.” He had a grimace as he moved his hair side to side.

“You look really good. I promise.” I smiled at him and then kissed his cheek. “You can do this. Now let’s watch Viva Las Vegas for the fifth time, I’m finally getting the Ann-Margret dance.”

We did our research and everything, we knew little facts about Elvis, he liked knowing about Priscilla, I loved Priscilla. Austin found out this really interesting fact about Elvis and Priscilla’s bedroom time. As we were in bed, trying to spice things up.

“Wait, baby. We oughta try something new.” He said as he pulled away and got up from bed, he rummaged through a box of cameras we had, disposable ones, vintage ones, instants. He bought out an instax camera, with its film. “So— I read that Elvis and Priscilla did this and I wanted to try it out.”

“I’m up for it.” I smiled as I took off my nightgown coverup.

We started taking Polaroids, he made me pose, I was his model for the night. He grabbed my chin tenderly and moved it to the right direction, he got on top of me taking picture after picture. We even tried dress up, him as a policeman and doctor, I was a secretary, a maid, a teacher, we tried everything in the book.

He’d get in between my legs, kissing me all over, taking Polaroids while he was at it, taking Polaroids while I was at it, going down on him.

It was magical but it did make me feel ashamed whenever I looked at my purchase history and saw all the Polaroid films I bought during this time. We spent hundred of dollars in just the films for the instax.

I had a really good time with Austin but it didn’t really last long, until he submerged himself totally on Elvis. At first it was the voice and then it was the food, then it was his behavior. I couldn’t even remember the last time he slept with me. All I heard was Elvis, Elvis, Elvis— and not in the good way. Look, I understood him and everything but it was making me go nuts, I’m a big Elvis fan but he was just going bonkers. I lost count on how many books he read or how many hour he spent looking at Elvis stuff, he barely even spent time with Lori. I wanted to die whenever he called me ‘woman’ or ‘satnin’.

There were many times when he basically shut himself out, in the bedroom or the beach, it was like he was trying to torture me nonstop. I felt so useless because I wasn’t able to help him either. Whenever I did try to help him, he’d yell at me.

“Baby, please— you need to sleep.” I knocked on the office door, he had been there all day.

“Don’t bother me, woman.” He said sternly, I, being the stubborn I was, tried to get him out of there.

“Baby— you don’t need to indulge so much in Elvis. You should really come to sleep.” I knocked on the door once again, all I heard was silence afterwards but then the door opened aggressively.

“Are ya deaf or something?! Woman, I don’t want to hear another mouth comin’ out of your damn mouth. Ya hear me?” He said very aggressively, even he was taken aback. “Baby, you gotta let me do my damn job, so go to sleep, I’ll catch up to you later.” He dismissed me with his hand.

The king sized bed felt really empty without him there, cuddling me, kissing my head or forehead, we barely even slept on the same bed so in those cases, I’d bring Lori with me and hug her all night. I woke up to every sudden movement, thinking it was Austin but it was just my imagination playing cruel tricks on me. And whenever we did have alone time in bed, I tried wearing my cutest nightgowns, I even wore perfume to bed, Miss Dior, I adored that scent and so did Austin. God, I even wore my makeup to bed!

“Hey.” I whispered while I got in bed besides him, his back leaning against the headboard as he read Train to Memphis, I started kissing his neck softly, rubbing his bicep.

“Calm down, satnin.” He said, not taking his eyes off the book. “Ya know I’m trying to pay attention to this.” He kept on reading and reading in silence until he finally spoke up. “There a thousand women who would actually care to help and listen to me while I do my damn job. You gonna sit and listen or not?”

I stopped, I laid back and stared at him, storms in my eyes. I was trying everything to keep him looking at me yet nothing worked.

“But-“

“But nothing, woman.” He said, there was silence again, he kept on reading and mumbling the words. I sat up on the bed, hugging my knees very subtly.

“I can’t stand it! It’s driving me crazy! I don’t want to hear you anymore!” I yelled out in frustration, I even closed my eyes.

“I see a mad woman.” He said on that pretentious mumble.

“No. A woman with needs that needs to be desired. You can have your Elvis books and me too.”

He looked at me and without even saying anything, she went back to reading his book, leaving me feeling humiliated.

I’ve been dying to write this part— be prepared to see our Cynthia suffer.

[syaolaurant]

Hogwarts Legacy inspired me to draw and have fun joining fandom again 

Warning: Long!!! and this is just my random talk.

I've been using this account for 3 years now (may be 4, I don't remember correctly). I created this blog mostly for posting my The Arcana fanart, and get to know very talented artists/writers and their Apprentices. That time was super fun, joining a fandom helped my drawing/water-coloring skill improve a lots. And another reason why I was so active at that time is because I was in a long-distance relationship, I didn't have much to do after work except playing games and draw, haha, like everyday. 

And then after 8 years of dating we broke up, because I could not leave everything behind and come to Australia to live with him without marriage. I quitted my job at a travel agency after the covid 19 second outbreak in Vietnam. Anyway, that is when I lost my willing to draw. I still logged on Tumblr thou, occasionally, but I just didn't have the feeling to hold my brushes again. At the same time Nyx Hydra was acquired by Dorian, The Arcana is not the same anymore. I still love the original story but I refuse to play the new stories on Dorian app. The fandom friends I know on Tumblr also deactivated. So I stopped drawing & left the fandom for almost 2 years.

Still I was lucky, early 2021 I found a new job in gaming industry, and met my husband there. It didn't take us several years to decided to get marriage. Last year was super busy, and I still play games, like alots. Genshin Impact, Baldur Gate 3, Red Dead 2, Tiny Tina's Wonderland...They're wonderful, but none of those ignited my willing to draw again. I couldn't explain , I tried to make fanart but always left the piece unfinished...

Until last month my husband bought me Hogwarts Legacy.

I've known about the game since its release, but didn't purchase it until this year due to my personal schedule and I wanted to finish other game first. Playing HL is different, like I see my 15 year old self stepping into the world I wish I could be there but couldn't. I was so excited! So many time I ran around the castle (casting revelio repeatedly and) shouting to my husband about how beautiful the environment is. And I met Sebastian, I thought he's cool but still didn't pay much attention on him until he took me to Felcroft. And all the shadow questline, all the lost and tragedies, the unfinished ending (why Avalanche?). So it has been decided, I wanted to be a part in this fandom, there are so many things could have been added in the game but the dev decided to throw them away, I needed to pick up my pencil and brushes.

And I'm glad I did. It's been 2 years since I joined a fandom and I almost forgot how fun it is. I've met so many nice artists who warmly welcomed me, and whose fanarts are too good that push me to improve my own drawing. I've read many beautiful fanfics that made me sobbing and giggling. It's like I've found the feelings I lost, and I want to thank you all for that.

Damn this post is too long already....

What I tried to say is, I don't know how long I will be here until my personal life pull me away again. But right now I'm on fire and I'm happy HL took me back here. After all I appreciate seeing you guy's contents everyday, and your nice comments whenever I posted something on Tumblr. I hope you don't mind if I post everything on this blog not only HL but also abit of my personal life, I just don't see the need to create another side ones. To end this post, here's the view from my company windows :"D

[swallowedbyfandom]

Whites Gentlemen Club has seen many drunken fools but this may be the first time they have witnessed a drunk Lord start a bar brawl over erotic bird poetry. Well originally many thought it a bizarre erotic poem about a bird. The second to last line however made it clear, they were hearing an erotic poem about Miss Penelope Featherington.

To the curiosity of all the gentlemen in the club that evening the once refined Lord Debling was completely foxed. He had begun his night alone drinking in reflective silence. After several drinks a few of the more daring Lords asked why he was drinking so heavily.

Lord Debling half a bottle of brandy down, bemoaned his offenses against Miss Featherington. He lamented over her ending their courtship. How he has let her down. How he had made her beautiful oceanic eyes cloud with disappointment. Debling listed her attributes with a passion many had not believed he possessed for anything other than nature.

Lord Delvin questioned how the young Miss remained single if she was so very charming.

Without further prompting Lord Debling now three quarters of a bottle down began his fervent monologue.

"Her wretched mama made my beloved enter the marriage mart at 16. Can you believe it? She was still half a child at that age. Of course my Penelope opted to be a wallflower. Even now she is uncomfortable speaking with gentlemen she does not know. How could she not be? Her family has no patriarch, she must tread among the gentleman of the ton carefully. That's what the Bridgerton boy was for. He would advise what gentlemen were safe."

"She is a sweet and shy at first. So kind a lady is she. Then she is fierce,funny, clever, and mischievous. How I adore her. She would be the perfect wife. She told me she was not really for marriage until this very season, now that she is 19. "

He sighs wistfully,"She smells of honeysuckle and her wrist felt like silk. She is built like a renaissance painting of old. All lush feminine curves and flawless creamy complexion."

"Now she shuns me and will not accepting my marriage proposal. I practically had to beg her to get her to keep the engagement ring. It will look remarkable on her dainty hand."

To the delight of all present, Benedict Bridgerton was also very drunk. He slammed his glass down on the table.

"Enough! I will not listen to this again. I will not be subjected to this. I came here to drink in peace. Not to listen to another besotted fool list the wonders of Penelope Featherington. Good Lord! I just poured my baby brother into bed after she denied his marriage proposal twice."

"Also I demand you take your ring back! My almost sister will not wear some store brought abomination! She shall wear a Bridgerton family heirloom ring on her hand."

The disheveled Lord Debling stood up outraged and turned to Benedict before they began to argue.

"How dare that, that child propose to my Penelope! He has not even courted her! Does he not still live with his mother? What could he offer Miss Featherington that I could not? The gall."

"I shall go to her garden at once to recite the poetry I have written for her until she falls in love with me. Yes, that is a capital idea. Miss Featherington loves poetry."

Many a Lord debated breaking up the dispute but it was entirely too entertaining.

"You will leave my future sister alone. Penelope Featherington has practically been a Bridgerton since girlhood. We called dibs! She shall be Mrs. Colin Bridgerton before the year is out. Colin may have been slow on the uptake but my family isn't going to let just anybody steal her from us."

Lord Fife jumps in because he is a shit stirrer of the highest order.

"Perhaps you will let us hear your poem first, Debling. So we can tell you if it is good enough for Miss Featherington."

That is how every patron of Whites gets to witness the calamity that quickly devolved into fisticuffs, that night. It is a story that spreads to every household in the ton and the commons by mid morning.

Proudly Lord Debling recites.

"sweet dove, gentle dove

Were you to accept my love

to lay a kiss upon your ivory breast

Allow me to caress your downy crest

To make you coo my sweet Penelope

Until you have had your fill of me"

Benedict Bridgerton's face contorts with rage as he sputters indignantly at Debling's audacity.

"Shut your deviant mouth about my sister! I..I.. Penelope Featherington is a gently bred lady and my brother's future wife. I shall not tolerate such vulgarity about her."

Of course seeing Debling's lack of remorse Benedict loses his temper and takes a swing at Debling. That is all it takes to start the largest bar brawl society has ever seen. It is a free for all, no less than 25 gentlemen end their night with torn clothing and blacken eyes. A good ten end their night with broken knuckle bones.

All the gentlemen leave that night wondering what it is about Penelope Featherington that has made the two most eligible gentleman out in society proposed to her. What is it about her that has the Bridgerton family so possessive over her?

Even more whisper of how Miss Featherington felt neither would be a viable husband. What kind of gentleman would it take to secure her hand in marriage?

[workingforthewidow]

5:34 am I was about to start my day-

I’m alive lol! Sorry for the long wait but I’m here I’m alive. Just had to get over the flu, dizzy spells, and salmonella poisoning lol. Here is part 8 of Sun to Me! I have part 9 done as well and maybe 10 done/almost done!

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are freshly 34) Don’t like it don’t read it,

Sun to Me Masterlist

“Fucking hell. Where the fuck did they go?” Bo ran his hands through his hair as he paced. He had tried to keep up with the girls and the visitors but lost them when they took a turn. “Those fucking little bitches. Can’t believe they fucking tricked us. I don’t care how pretty they are, I’m going to beat her with my bare hands.” His anger was at an all time high. It had been 3 hours and they couldn’t find the girls or the visitors.

Vincent had been sitting in the house watching Bo pace as he wrote out his thoughts-

~How are you so sure they are trying to run? These last two months have been good after that last attempt. Which was deserved after that stunt you pulled. Maybe the visitors took them. Thinking they were in danger. They’re on foot they couldn’t have gotten far.~

Bo winced reading the note. He didn’t like to remember what happened the day of his birthday. He would hate himself and what he did to Caroline for the rest of his life and even in the hereafter. He took a breath and closed his eyes trying to calm himself. He opened his mouth to say something when the door opened. He turned and the sight was something he never would have imagine in his wildest dreams.

There stood his babygirl, his little innocent wife who cried when she saw Jonesy kill a squirrel and had nightmares during thunderstorms, with blood splattered all over her face, her jeans, and the shirt she had stolen from his dresser, and a knife in her hand.

“I got one of them but Katie is still running over the girl. And boy is she’s mad. I don’t think I’ve seen Katie that mad in a while.” She said it like it was nothing. “I imagine if you want to be able to use the body you should get to her before Katie’s done with her.” She turned and started walking back in the direction where Bo assumed Katie and the victim were running.

Bo finally came out of the shock he was trapped in and ran after her, grabbing her around the waist. “The fuck you think you’re doing girl.” The anger was coming back into his body full speed.

“Obviously trying to get back to my sister before she completely destroys a human body. Duh.”

“Oh no. You are going to back up to that house, cleaning yourself up, and getting my dinner ready, like the good little wife you are suppose to be.” Bo turned and started walking her towards the house. “You are in so much trouble little girl.”

“And here I thought you would find it kinda hot or are you just jealous the guy I killed was bigger than yours.” Bo dropped her and turned her to face him his hands going to her face.

“The fuck you mean the one you killed?”

“I took this knife,” she held up the bloodied knife in his face, “and I stabbed him. Right here.” She tapped the tip of the blade over his heart. “I mean I did have him on the ground after I hit him in the head with a chair. But I’m still pretty proud of myself.” She shrugged and waited for a response.

Bo’s emotions were flipping so fast he didn’t know what to do. He felt anger at her for not following the rules, pride in her that she had taken down a tourist, and she was right he was insanely hard in his jeans at the sight of her. He let the third emotion take over and grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her hard.

“We will be having a long talk about this later little girl. Show us where they went.” He released her face and she started off in the direction Katie had run.

Bo and Vincent followed and soon they found Katie looking very similar to Caroline. The body of the woman at her feet.

At the sound of their footsteps Katie looked up, it took all of his self control for Vincent not to grab her. He didn’t know it but he was having the same confusing feelings as Bo. He couldn’t decide if he was angry, proud, or turned on.

“Wow you didn’t completely chop her to bits. Proud of you!” Caroline laughed and Katie nodded.

“It was really hard. Fucking bitch got me good.” She lifted her left arm and sure enough there was a long scratch mark down her forearm.

Caroline took Katie’s arm and examined it, “I can fix that. Doesn’t look like it’ll need stitches. Should be good with a bandage wrap.”

Bo and Vincent jaws dropped (well Vincent’s would if he didn’t have his mask on) they looked to each other to see if the other had figured out what was going on and what happened to their sweet girls.

Katie finally looked to Vincent and smiled, “Hello darling. I missed you.” She moved towards him and put her hand on his chest. He grabbed her arm and looked over it, clearly not happy with her injury, “I’ll be okay, just a scratch.” She tried to reassure him but that clearly wasn’t going to be easy.

“Okay what the fuck is going on here?” Bo’s voice boomed out. “You know the rules. Stay home and don’t talk to strangers. You two are going home, cleaning up, putting on your pretty little dresses, making dinner, and waiting for us. We are gonna clean up this mess. Dinner better be on the fucking table and you better be ready to explain.”

Katie looked to Vincent who nodded in agreement with his twin. Caroline took Katie’s hand and they walked back to the house.

“Well that went better than I thought it would.”

—

Bo and Vincent walked into the house to find exactly what they asked for, dinner on the table and the girls cleaned up in their pretty dresses. Vincent took note of the bandage wrapped around Katie’s arm. Seeing the boys enter, they stood and went to them. Their nerves could be felt through the thickness in the air. They knew the boys weren’t not happy. They tried their best to impress them cleaning up nice, doing their hair and makeup, and even made them pot roast again.

“Sit.” Bo ordered, Caroline immediately did as told, while Katie looked to Vincent. When he crossed his arms and nodded Katie hurried to follow suit. Bo and Vincent took their seats and plates were made in silence. No one spoke for a few minutes everyone just eating.

“You better have a good explanation for that little stunt you just pulled. You could’ve been killed.” Bo said stabbing into a potato with a little more force than was truly needed.

The girls looked to each other and Katie took a breath explaining everything the best she could about they figured out what was going on and how they ended up out there tonight.

After her speech with a few add-ins from Caroline the only response they got was some hums and nods. Fear was starting to creep in their bodies as they cleaned the kitchen after dinner, the boys eyes falling them every move they made. Once things were cleaned the stood next to their husbands.

Vincent took Katie’s hand and lead her to their room while Bo did the same with Caroline. The girls had no idea what the night had in store but seeing as they weren’t dead and no one was crying they hoped it would go okay.

—

Bo closed the door to their room and turned to find a well welcomed sight, his baby on her knees, hands folded on her thighs, and her head down.

“I’m sorry Bo. I knew the rules and I didn’t follow them. I’m sorry. You made the rules for a reason, to keep me safe. I’m sorry.” Her voice was so small and so soft. His perfect girl.

Bo put his hand on her cheek and she looked up to him tears glistening in her eyes, “Get your pajamas on and get to bed babygirl.”

He was mad. Oh lord was he mad. It was taking everything in his power to control his anger. Luckily Vincent had had the forethought to make him burn off some anger, one of the house towards the edge of town needed new windows now but it had calmed him a little. He didn’t want, couldn’t, act like he had on his birthday. He would kill himself before he did that again. He had to control himself.

Caroline changed into one of his shirts he had given her to use as pajamas. She was swimming in it but he knew she had a motive behind it. She didn’t wear anything under it, it was a welcome invitation for him to touch her. It was her way of initiating sex when she was still to shy to openly ask for it or to start the foreplay. His sweet little babygirl, who blushed when he held her hand sometimes, had blood on her hands now. They didn’t want the girls involved, sure they would have to tell them what was going on eventually. But they had hoped to keep this quiet a little longer.

He took his clothes off leaving him in his boxers and got in bed next to her. He put his hand over hers intertwining their fingers. She looked up to him and tried to smile but he could see the fear behind her eyes. He hated that look, that he had made her have that look. All her adrenaline had faded and she was coming to terms with what she did.

“Babygirl,” he released her hand and pulled her into his lap, “I’ll be honest with you I’m mad as hell right now. But I ain’t gonna hurt you like that again. I’ll promise again baby.” She put her head on his shoulder and he could feel her shaking a bit. “We were gonna tell ya what was happening. We had plans to but we didn’t wanna do it too soon. Didn’t wanna scare ya away.”

He heard her make a small noise and he pulled her away from his shoulder looking into her eyes, “What ya say baby?”

“Why didn’t you kill me and Katie? Why, why are we alive?”

Bo smirked and kissed her forehead, “‘Cus babygirl you were meant to be my pretty little wife. As soon as I saw ya two walking into my shop I knew it. Two pretty little twins for me and Vinny. Once you left for the museum I went and got Vinny and told him all about ya. Will admit your sisters pretty but you had my eye always baby.”

Caroline’s giggle interrupted him, “We’re identical twins, silly, we look the same.”

Bo smiled hearing her sweet laugh, “Nah I can tell the difference. There’s something about you babygirl that spoke to my heart. I knew that you were meant to be a Sinclair. Be my wife and mama to my babies. Gonna be so pretty with my baby in your belly. Sweet little mama with my sweet little Chevy girl.”

“What if we have a boy first?” She asks tracing her fingers over his arm. “I always liked Matthew like from the Bible. My favorite Gospel. Call him Mattie.”

Bo nodded and smiled at her, “That sounds good baby. Chevy and Mattie.”

Talking about baby names had helped calm him down and he wrapped his arms around her holding her tight to him before laying her down. She waited him to lay back as well before resting her head on his chest where she continued to trace patterns with her fingers.

“I love you Beauregard Sinclair.”

“And I love you Caroline Sinclair.”

—

Vincent had learned quickly that his angel had a habit of crying when her emotions got too much, too happy, too sad, too angry, too anything. She held everything in for too long before finally breaking. He knew as soon as the door was closed tears would be flowing and he was right.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It just, everything was happen so fast… and I’m sorry, Vincent. I’m sorry. I…” Her words faltered and sobs shook her body. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and put his forehead against hers. His thumbs brushed the tears from her and continued to rub soft circles over her face. After a few moments he let his hands fall and took a step back.

He started moving his hands and she realized he wanted to sign today instead of speak or write things down. They had been practicing for a few months and he had gotten quite good. He wasn’t fluent yet but Katie dared to say he was pretty close.

V- I’m not mad angel.

“What do you mean?” Katie both asked aloud and signed.

V- I’m not mad. Upset? Yes, you should have told me. So I could protect you.

“You could have been honest with me in the first place. There’s enough secrets here as there is.”

V- I am sorry angel. You’re right but I didn’t want to scare you off anymore than you already were.

Then she asked the same question her twin had asked of his, “Why didn’t you kill me and Caroline? Why, why are we alive?” The tears had returned, not quite as hard as before but tears nonetheless. Vincent didn’t respond. He pulled her into his arms held her as close to him as possible. His hands rubbed up and down her back letting her cry.

She felt one of his hands move from her back for a moment than came back.

“You have always been safe with me. Since I first saw you, I knew you were mine.” His voice was a soft whisper. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”

“We look a like we’re twins. Besides the hair but that’s not much.” Her laugh was muffled a bit but he heard it.

Vincent shook his head and kissed her cheek, “Your souls are different. But yours and mine are the missing piece to each other. I love you Catherine Sinclair. My sweet angel.”

She smiled at him her eyes shining with love, “And I love you Vincent Sinclair.”

[raviliuz]

I've been obsessed with On of your girls by Troye Sivan so flintwood au kind off inspired by it

They became a thing back in hogwarts. Something that started just as a enemies?rivals? Definitely not friends - with benefits. And honestly, it should have stayed like that, they both knew it didn't have a chance. But they were so young and in love, and world seem like an worthy opponent.

Marcus married at mere age of 19, less then half a year since finishing hogwarts, to a pureblood woman he had met at wedding planning. It's strictly political marriage, one he knew would happen since he had understood what a marriage was. Oliver wanted him, begged him to stood up to his parents but he couldn't. He was a disappointment for them. He knew he wasn't a looker and they didnt aprove of his quidditch passion, and him failing a year costed them much in terms of respect and nobility. Marcus just wanted them to be proud of him and his choices. Not that achieving that was realistic.

Oliver was one of very few people Marcus showed his true self. Oliver who considered him handsome (the way he looked at Marcus almost made him believe it), and understood better than anyone his obsession with quidditch, and helped him with potions when he repeated a year. Oliver who never thought of him as disappointing even when Marcus ugly cried while apologising for doing so and not being manly enough.

And despite that, or maybe just because of that, Oliver stayed.

He probably should have broken it up, maybe scream and left for long enough to forget. But how could he?

They meet to just let go of that steam, like they're not anything more, like they've never been anything more. They never talk - Marcus wouldn't let himself indulge in that - just go straight to the bed, where their bodies go so in synch. Call that a muscle memory.

It's always Marcus who calls or just arrives at Wood's door. Oliver don't want to be an intruder in Flint's pff family life. He knows he's just a toy for when Marcus gets lonely or bored or angry. But what's left after giving him his heart, it's better than nothing.

Oliver actually gets worried when they meet to often, it means Marcus is going through tough time and he doesn't wish him that.

And well, Marcus feels so bad with ruining Oliver, with ruining the idea of love for him. He should have left long time ago, back in hogwarts when he first noticed his feelings and yet he still can't leave to this day. Wood deserved so much better than we would have ever been, even by his side.

And maybe it wasn't strictly about sex but just Oliver's presence, even though it kills him. Oliver is everything he could have had if he for once in his life was brave. So kind and understanding and just too good for him. He smashes his lips against Oliver's the second he sees him because one word would cause a meltdown with all those things he thinks and really should have said long time ago.

For once in his life, Marcus is thankful that he never was good at talking.

So yeah, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers to benefits? And probably the most angsty thing I've ever written, hope u enjoyed

And life update, I successfully ended my first year of psychology uni and I truly love it

Late happy birthday to Marcus Flint (sorry I didn't write anything, angst doesn't seem like good bday present), happy death day to Joseph Kavinsky and happy early birthday to me (9th of July, summer daughter and what not)

[regulusmoonbeam]

OH DAMN OKAY— THINK ABT WHAT U WANT ME TO DO NEXT OKAY

tw talks of ww2, abuse, and other sensitive topics

UHHHHH ILL DO WALBURGA BC U WERE TALKING ABOUT HER EARLIER

I hate her, I'll preface this with that, but I'm just diving into her character and how she became the way she did

we know almost basically nothing about her, besides her relationship to Sirius and reg, and what she kinda did

but like her when she was younger

but first, we've gotta analyze the time period and how that affected her values

Sirius was born in 1959, and if we estimate Walburga was somewhat young when she had him (seeing as she was probably betrothed) so let's place her at having Sirius in her 20s maybe like 23-25

so that means she was born around 1934 at the very least (In this scenario)

and while ww2 is going on for the muggles, don't you think it'd be a perfect time for blood supremacists to kill a bunch of muggles and halfbloods without getting caught?

I'd think so

So like the black family being who they are, had engrained it in their children from a young age that anyone that wasn't a pure blood was automatically beneath them

and as a child who was extremely wealthy due to her blood, why would walburga find an issue with that? not to mention she was very smart, which seemed to even further prove her parents point

she was the top of her class, cold and calculating, but knew how to be diplomatic

everyone either adored her or hated her, usually both

she was destined for greatness, to be a prominent figure in the wizarding world, but sexism would never allow things to be that simple

she was able to get a job at the ministry of magic at the young age of 19, it was never seen or heard of before, for someone so young and talented (and a woman) to get that job

the same job Orion Black wanted. Orion was never far behind his cousin when it came to grades, prominence, or anything else, but he was always second to walburga

it was always walburga this, Walburga that, and Orion— knowing his whole life he was to be married to her— was ready to cash in on that vow and take Walburga's job away from her

this is how, in the 1930s for certain jobs women were forced to resign if they had gotten married, and I feel like this would have been especially true in the wizarding world

so a few years after getting a lower level job at the ministry than walburga did, he brought up the topic of marriage to his parents, spouting stuff about how they should get married now and try to have kids now before it was too late, and before walburga's prominence withered

and they agreed. so that next year after they turned 22, Orion and walburga were married

needless to say, walburga was PISSED but she knew it was useless to protest getting married, so all she asked for was one more year at her job and one year to plan the wedding

which meant she had 2 years to postpone the wedding, hence why they got married at 22 and not 20

But even then, Walburga knew it was Orion's jealousy that did this to her. doomed her to be a "submissive and inferior being"

She wanted to be ahead, to show how much better she was than everyone else, not stuck inside a house taking care of kids

which is where Sirius and regulus come in

I would like to preface this by saying she was never a good mother in my mind, but she wasn't as gung ho as abusive at first

she has Sirius when she was 23, and regulus when she was 25

She was just neglectful at first, not taking care of Sirius more than the bare minimum, and even then, sometimes she didn't do that

Sirius mainly taken care of my house elves, barely seeing his mother for the first four years of his life, and if he did see her, she was curt, dismissive, and short tempered

but she never physically hurt him

that wasn't until regulus came along. Regulus' pregnancy was much harder on walburga than Sirius', which only pissed her off more when he was born

Sirius, being only a toddler when regulus was born, was the object of walburgas newfound wrath

he would be left without food for periods of time, threatened when he cried, and more

but it wasn't until he was 4 that the punishments upped. with age came a stronger body, and a stronger body meat it could sustain more damage

that's when the beatings started, it would be a slap here an there, instructions to use corporal punishments in his tutoring if he was wrong, getting hit in the knuckles with rulers if he cried

Sirius got most of walburgas attention at this point in time, since Sirius had asked kreacher to keep regulus away from their mother as much as possible

when Sirius was 7 and regulus was 5, the cursed started. the unforgivables

every year spent in that house was one more year walburga got more bitter, more angry. and she couldn't take it out on her husband, so who better and more vulnerable than the kids?

she ground the teachings her parents taught her as a child into them, to extremes, with punishments if they didn't obey

the first unforgivable she used was when little Sirius had asked her why their bloodline made them better than everyone else

and without so much as an answer, she used her first crucio on Sirius

the little boy writhed in pain and a part of walburga couldn't help but enjoy it, seeing him in pain

it was payback, revenge for the life they took away from her. making them feel only a portion of her pain.

but if she couldn't do it herself, she would mold her children into everything she was supposed be and more, and would make sure they wouldn't stray

which is why Sirius leaving destroyed her so much. Sirius was very smart, he reminded walburga of herself when she was younger, but he always always went against what she wanted and she couldn't stand it

she believed that the more harsh she got, maybe he would finally fall into line, to let her live through him

he was her only way out, even if by living vicariously through him

but then he left. he put a stain on their family. she despised him. how could her son betray her like that when he was destined for greatness?

She couldn't fathom it. she allowed herself one mistake, one slip up. she wouldn't mess up again. she'd get it right with regulus.

she was harsher on regulus than anyone could have ever imagined, and Orion didn't even care. He had what he wanted, his high up job and an heir, who cared about the disowned son now?

Regulus, having no one left to protect him faced the full force of walburga, and obediently fell into line

he was the perfect heir, at least on the outside. he was smart, but not the way walburga wanted him to be. she wanted another sirius, but had a regulus

she made sure he studied, and was at the top of his class. if he wasn't, she made sure he knew what would happen

and when Voldemort arose, she made sure he was on track to joining the death eaters

walburga was elated she was finally going to get what she wanted, but then regulus died. she was crushed, a shell of her prominent, assertive self after that. because once more, she was so close, and yet gotten her dreams taken from her

Even the fact that Orion(the person who took everything from her)died that same year couldn't bring her back to herself

she died years later, alone in the house she was trapped in

ARRGRHRHEGHEHEHEHEHRGRHEGEGEGEHEHRHERGEHHRHGHGHGHGHHGH

ARGHGHGHHGHHGHGHH

OH MY GODDDDD

IM GONNA TWEAK

[raspberryconverse]

This is basically why I got married. I literally did not think anyone else was going to want to be with me and I didn't want to be alone for the rest of my life.

I joked about this all the time. "Nobody else was going to want to put up with me, so of course I wanted to marry [spouse]." But it was true.

I'm just realizing now how fucking sad that is because it wasn't a joke.

I think one of the most freeing things about polyamory for me is realizing this isn't true. For so long, I felt I had little to offer and nobody else was going to want to be with me, so I clung to my relationship with my spouse. This is as good as it's going to get, I'd tell myself. When I was complaining about my sad, boring sex life to my therapist and how I felt like I just settled, she said that everyone settles.

But I don't. As of today, I have 675 people who like me on Feeld (not including my 19 matches and who knows how many people I've swiped no on, because that decreases the number of likes you have). I have 3 wonderful beaus who like me for me (and a 4th who used to, but I honestly have no idea what's going on with him anymore and it's probably over with beau #2 if we're being honest). And they tell me so.

I haven't written about this yet, but my spouse and I decided to deescalate. And yeah, it kinda sucks after 2 years of marriage and 6.5 of being together, but it's for the best. We still love each other very much. We're still each other's family. And we still have sex sometimes. But the sex has never been great. And opening our marriage made us realize that. I mean, I knew it, but I resigned myself to thinking there was enough there to be happy. But there isn't.

We're not getting divorced. It's expensive and not really necessary at this point (and with all the shit that's been going down with my company, we want the benefit of having a spouse that if either of us loses our jobs, we can still have health insurance). It's really just a piece of paper. We're not selling the house because it's not a good time for it and we definitely wouldn't get back what we've put into it the last 2 years right now. And neither of us can afford to buy on our own and neither of us want to rent either (I think the only place I'd want to rent would be one of the units in beau #1's building because he'd be my landlord and then we'd be in the same building and could fuck a lot more often because I'd just be downstairs). We've been working on creating our own separate suites in the house. This turns our 3 bedroom into a 4 bedroom with a primary suite with an ensuite bathroom. Huge for resale value.

I'm having fun decorating my spaces. I just spent over $400 at Ikea on furniture and accessories and I honestly cannot wait to host. Being able to host is going to be a game changer for my relationship with beau #1, seeing as we always run into the problem of coordinating with his wife's boyfriend's inconsistent work schedule. It'll also be nice for beau #3 to come to me because he lives almost an hour away. And sleepovers! I used to not be "allowed" to have sleepovers because my spouse liked waking up in the morning to me being there, but now that we've deescalated, we're sleeping separately. Beau #3 can sleepover when he comes to visit or vice versa, so no more 50 min drives home at 2am. I actually slept over at beau #4's place last week and it was pretty nice (minus the not having my trazodone and having to get up at 6 because he had to go to work 😕).

It's still really sad. We're both still mourning what we thought we had, but it's really for the best. I honestly feel a huge sense of relief. I've felt like I've been failing my spouse when it comes to their varied gender states and now that I don't have to try and figure out how to make them feel more comfortable, I'm just relieved. I think that was one of the most crushing things I've been trying to deal with the last few months. And now that I don't have to worry about it, I feel a lot better. I can focus on what I'm good at with my other partners and not feel like a failure. That's huge for me.

We're going to be ok. I'm going to be ok. Life is moving in a good direction for us, all thanks to polyamory.

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

Best Friends

So we're on the road to see J's best friend who lives with his wife on the Gulf Coast of Florida.

A few years ago (pre-covid), W had a major cardiac scare and emergency surgery. And then a couple years ago, he had a major motorcycle accident that landed him in the hospital for a bit too. He's still with us though. Thank goodness. ❤️

W and J have been friends for nearly 36 years...slightly longer than my almost 34 year friendship with A (but that's because they're 6 years older than us, and they (thank goodness) have both outlived A). They met when they were 16. They are now almost 52. W's birthday is 9 days before J's. A's birthday was 19 days after mine. W is short; J is tall (A was tall; I am short). W's first marriage was fraught with drama (no kids though which I guess is good) and he has a strained relationship with his family of origin (we're happy he's found security with wife number 2, who probably saved his life at least once)...which is a lot like A. Only A never got the happy ending with wife number 2. He stayed in the drama because they did have a kid. And J has a strained and complicated relationship with his family too, but it's not as bad as W's. (J's dad doesn't like me but he did come to our wedding, which W's parents didn't...to either one of his). And for two fairly stereotypically masculine men over 50, they are pretty emotionally close and comfortable with each other. There are a lot of parallels between J and W's friendship and A's and mine. That's probably why J was never jealous of A when literally every other guy who got near me was. He saw the parallels; he got it.

J's original plan to propose to me was at W's house. When I met W for the first time (that was so nerve wracking). Hurricane Frances ruined J's plans. But as we drove home in 10+ straight hours of driving rain, W called to check on us and J put him on speakerphone, because W was talking about me and J wanted me to hear it. See, we played Trivial Pursuit the night before we left because the power was out, and we could read the cards with a flashlight.

W said, "J, man, I used to think you were the smartest person I'd ever met, but then I met Jen. Now I think probably she's the smartest person I ever met. 😂 You done good." I blushed. W still doesn't know J let me hear that. J looked so wickedly proud of me then I didn't even know what to do with myself. Usually guys cut me loose once they knew I was smart...they'd have definitely ended things if their best friend said out loud that maybe I was smarter than them. Not J. I remember thinking then that A would approve of J when he'd never liked a boyfriend before. (True. Eventually.)

We just took a call from W to check our ETA. J put him on speaker again.

W: Seeing where you are so maybe we could meet you on the road for lunch.

J: We are just now entering Florida. ETA says 3:30 now to your place.

W: Thought you'd be to (city) by now. I love you and all, but I'm not driving to Georgia. 😂

But you know...he would drive to Georgia if we asked him to meet us for lunch. I know he would. When J and I got married, even though W is unquestionably his best friend, he didn't ask him to be his best man, because, 'I didn't want to obligate you to come all that way.' W was pissed/hurt a little, but he knows that's just how J is. So the Georgia comment was a joke. 19 years ago, W said, 'Obligate me? My best friend's getting married...FINALLY (that's a whole nother story 😂). No way I'm missing that.' A missed our wedding, because he'd moved out of state during a rough patch, in our friendship and in his life, and he distanced himself for a while. In fact, he missed all of my early relationship with J, except for the VERY beginning. He said many times since, 'I can't believe I missed that.' Me neither. 💔

Anyway, this isn't the original spring break trip we had on deck this year. We were going to go to some of the National Parks in the Southwest. That's where the Boy wanted to go. But when A died, he changed his mind before we could book anything. He took A dying pretty hard. And he remembers W's heart problem and his accident.

"I wanna go to Florida this year instead. You and Dad never get to see your friends." 😭❤️ (How lucky am I that this is my kid, right?)

A, I'll have to live with the regret that I never went to see you where you lived before you died. You always told me not to feel like I needed to come because, 'There's nothing to do here, Jen 😂'. But there was the most important, best thing to do there. There was seeing my best friend. And now I get to visit a grave instead. Should have argued with you more, you fucker. But I'm glad we're headed to see W now. Two hours away from somehow hearing W crack TALL jokes at J for 3 days, when you always cracked short jokes at me every time we saw each other.

Best friends are precious. If you are lucky enough to have one, make it weird and tell them you love them today.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Wilfred Reilly

Published: Apr 10, 2023

American race relations are in a bad place. Recent polling about how Black American perceive the state of racism paint a grim picture, and according to the Pew Research Center, things are only getting worse. Back in those halcyon days of 2012, only 30 percent of Black Americans thought contemporary racism was "a primary detriment to success." Yet by 2021, after eight years with a popular Black President and the entirety of the Black Lives Matter movement, fully 68 percent of Black Americans called racism a primary detriment.

Black people are not alone in this unexpected perception of a worsening America. A major recent poll of Asian Americans found that just 31 percent of Asian Americans between 35-54 feel they "belong and are accepted" in the U.S., and just 27 percent of those 25-34. An astonishing 81 percent of Asian Americans between 18 and 24 years of age do not feel they belong and are accepted in America.

It's remarkable. East and South Asians comprise the wealthiest and least disliked large group in the United States. But like with Black Americans, the huge majority of young members of this hyper-successful group feel rejected in their own country.

National data on race relations shows the same troubling trend. In 2001, the proportion of American adults describing relations between our large racial/ethnic groups as "good" was 70 percent among Blacks and 62 percent among whites; by 2021, it had fallen to just 33 percent of Blacks and 43 percent of whites. What could possibly have caused 37 percent of Black Americans to lose their faith in race relations?

Astoundingly, these massive increases in the perception of racism occurred while racism by any real standard steadily declined. In his comprehensive 2021 paper "The Social Construction of Racism," the Manhattan Institute's Eric Kaufmann makes the point that less than 10 percent of Americans currently score as bigots when tested via traditional techniques like anonymous questions about their feelings regarding inter-racial marriage. The percentages of Americans who believe "Blacks shouldn't push themsel(ves) where they're not wanted" or that it is acceptable to discriminate when selling a family home are similarly low.

My own analysis of data reveals similar patterns. Today, only 7-9 percent of white Americans would refuse to vote for a qualified same-party candidate who was Black or Hispanic (though a puzzling 19 percent would not work for a "practicing Mormon").

We have then, dear reader, a paradox: In what is by now almost certainly one of the least racist large societies in world history, why do most citizens of all colors think that race relations are bad and most minorities feel constantly oppressed?

The answer is that our society has for some navel-gazing reason begun talking obsessively about racism. Mentions of terms such as "racists" and "racism" have increased by hundreds of percent across virtually every major news outlet since the empirically more bigoted 1970s and 1980s. In The New York Times, that Gray Lady of record, these two words surged from 0.005 percent of all words used in 1970 to 0.02 percent in 2020. In The Washington Post, mentions grew to 0.03 percent of all words appearing in print today. In 2023, headlines like CNN's "There's Nothing More Frightening... Than an Angry White Man" and Salon's "White Men Must Be Stopped (the Very Future of the Planet Depends on It") are a daily occurrence.

As a result of this blanket coverage, Americans and especially "People of Color" now not only know more things about racism than we used to but also "know" many things about racism that simply are not true. The general assumption among our pragmatic population seems to be that anything discussed often and frantically must be a true existential crisis. As a result, citizens have begun to wildly over-estimate current levels of ethnic conflict.

That's how you arrive at a figure like one Kaufmann points to—that eight out of 10 American Blacks and six in 10 white liberals believe that Black men are more likely to be shot to death by police than to die in automobile wrecks. An even more comprehensive and astounding data survey, from the respected Skeptic Research Center, found that 53 percent of at least leftist or "very liberal" Americans think that 1,000 or more unarmed Black males are killed by U.S. police in a typical year.

The true numbers are rather different: Roughly 40,000 Americans die annually in car wrecks, with Blacks represented about proportionately, while the total number of unarmed Black men shot in a fairly typical year like 2022 was seven.

The same sort of nonsense is not always dramatically less prevalent on the political Right, by the way. In 2015, then-Presidential candidate Donald Trump drew some 6,000 re-tweets after sharing an absurd meme which claimed that 81 percent of all Caucasian murder victims are killed by Black people. In fact, if this even needs to be said, roughly 85 percent of Caucasian homicides and 90 percent of Black murders are intra-racial.

Per all data I have seen, the person most likely to kill a specific male appears to be his wife.

In short, Americans currently have a lot of bad takes and bad feelings when it comes to U.S. race relations, but not because race issues are actually worse today than in the past; rather, it's because we recently fell into a media driven cycle of fighting one another about what often are fairly petty problems.

Let's break that cycle now, and talk about something—anything—but "racism" for a while.

Wilfred Reilly is an Assistant Professor of Political Science at Kentucky State University.

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Sex Racism sells.

No wonder people have to keep creating more of it.

[nonsenseofyesteryear]

r/AmItheAsshole posts are just like:

When I (43F) married my husband (59M) he already had a fourteen-year-old daughter, "Gabby" (now 32). We had our son "Robert" (now 18) shortly after we got married. I had to go back to work after a few months. So we decided that to teach Gabby responsibility, and give ourselves time to focus on/grow or still-budding marriage, she would do the bulk of caring for Robert. Unfortunately, Gabby didn't learn from the experience the way she should have, and was more interested in having fun/being a teenager than doing the right thing for her little brother and her parents.

Gabby moved out when she was 19 and now lives pretty far away. We don't hear from her very often, which is hurtful to me and her father since we worked so hard to give her the tools she needed to succeed in life. Robert has had issues for years now. He hasn't been getting good grades, he's been suspended several times, and there have been a few incidents where neighbors have called the police on him. There have been times where I've almost called the police on him because I felt unsafe in my own home. He just barely managed to get the grades necessary to graduate high school next month, but he has no plans for afterward. Honestly my husband and I are at our wit's end with him. I don't know how much longer we can keep him in the house.

I know exactly why Robert is the way he is. His primary caregiver (Gabby) did an awful job and then simply abandoned him when he was only five. I can only imagine what that does to a child. Last night, I called Gabby and told her this. I also let her know her father and I had decided that we would be sending Robert to live with her. She threw a fit, saying we couldn't do that, she'd already "done enough for him" (not true, she did nowhere NEAR enough) and that Robert would not be living with her. I said that if she'd done a better job raising him and not left him when he was only five to go fool around, he wouldn't have turned out like this.

Frankly, I don't care what Gabby has to say about it, and my husband agrees. We're driving Robert out there after his graduation ceremony. I honestly think it will be a great chance for Robert to heal and for Gabby to finally earn his forgiveness after she abandoned him. I'm hoping it will finally resolve his issues. AITA?

[richmond-rex]

I'm not really interested in the War of the Roses but I was reading up on Edward IV lately and his 1475 will regarding Elizabeth Woodville is SO INTERESTING and endearing. I noticed a couple of things - 1) he calls her "dearest wife" like 5 times lol (along with "most entirely beloved wife" and "Elizabeth the queen in whom we singularly put our trust), 2) you mentioned books but he also seems to have basically given her all his goods - bedding, tapestries, ornaments etc 3) he mentions twice(!) that she should be able to do whatever she wants with them without the interruption of any other executors, 4) from what I understand he made her his primary executor? She's first on the list, 5) he made her guardian of their children, and I think that includes the crown prince? It definitely included their daughters.

The will was made 10+ years after their marriage which is interesting imo because I wasn't very aware of this era before but almost everything I've heard makes it seem as though he married her purely due to lust/desire. I've also seen several claims that his passion for her faded over time - which really doesn't explain their 10 children in 19 years but whatever. His affection and consideration of her is pretty evident in his will, and I saw a post about his reconstruction work in 1482 where he once again refers to her very endearingly (in a renovation document of all places 😂) and seems to have built their rooms very close together. I searched a bit about his mistresses as well because of his reputation and found it VERY strange that while contemporary reports mention his womanizing, there's literally no actual mention of any specific singled out women during his reign itself? It's very different from several former kings and their mistresses - after all, More's writing is not contemporary and was written (I think) three decades later, I can't find any continued emphasis on Jane Shore during Edward's actual reign. I wonder if the Croyland Chronicle, which was contemporary and stated that he had incredibly short term affairs and lost interest soon after (directly contradicting what More says), is perhaps closer to the truth? We'll never know I guess, although that itself is quite revealing considering how much more we know of other kings. Though like you mentioned, whatever the case was, judging by their many children, he very clearly still paid attention to his wife.

Correct me if I'm wrong about anything lol, im not familiar with this time period and thought I'd send this ask because I found his 1475 will very endearing

(Also Hannah Dodd is is a SPECTACULAR Elizabeth of York, you've found the perfect casting choice for her!)

[In response to this ask]

Hi! I agree with you, it seems like Elizabeth Woodville and Edward IV had a very companionate marriage! I will just make a few observations: 1) It seems to have been conventional for the king to refer to the queen as his 'dearest wife', 'our most beloved consort' etc in formal documents. I know Henry VII only ever referred to Elizabeth of York in such terms, but from what I've seen it is also true of his predecessors. It doesn't contradict the fact those men may well have truly loved their wives, though, of course! 2) I had a look at his will before answering the previous ask, and it seems like Edward IV left Elizabeth not all of his stuff but hers, the objects that were already in her possession and that according to his will should remain in her possession after his death. It's not a matter-of-fact procedure, because husbands were legally entitled to dispose of their wives' possessions as they saw fit at the time. So Edward could have left them to his mother, for example, but he made sure that no one could take Elizabeth's possessions from her. Incredibly, I've seen ricardians actually accuse Elizabeth of theft for taking her stuff to Westminster Abbey when she sought sanctuary there.

The post this person is commenting on also refers to the incident as 'looting'. That was literally her stuff, the stuff that her husband had secured for her in his will, even. He also gave her the keeping of all of his children (though that's not exactly the same as legal guardianship). And yes, she seems to have been the main executor of his will, especially given that Edward explicitly said that he ‘moost singulerly put oure trust’ in her.

About Jane/Elizabeth Shore, it's difficult to pinpoint when she turned up in Edward's court. More said she interceded for the merchants of London. Still, strictly speaking in contemporary terms, it is clear that Shore had some political power because Richard made such a case of neutralising and humiliating her (why focus on her so much if she was completely powerless). It's possible the Croyland continuator didn't want to dwell on Edward's misconduct too much (even when criticising Richard's allegedly libidinous Christmas party the continuator said he didn't really want to talk about it, so he asked 'why enlarge?'), but at the same time, it's also clear Shore never came close to displacing Elizabeth as the most important woman of the realm, and that Edward was still intimate with his wife up to the last years of his reign (when she was already in her forties, and after she had already given him an heir and a spare).

To sum up, although he refers to his wife in conventional terms, Edward IV clearly made a demonstration of trust in his last will. It's also clear he cared for her well-being and tried to provide so that she wouldn't suffer in material terms after his death.

About Hannah Dodd: I knooooow

[endlessdaysofwaiting]

Good bye to this blog!

July 22, 2024

I am married now. Let's start there.

When I made this blog, the sole purpose was just to make a diary of my thoughts when I was still single and just waiting for him to come back. (Such a weirdo)

I only thought about him again now because I recently got married. I thought about him because he was my high school love. I loved him through my college days. (Btw, it was when he finally publicized his girlfriend on Facebook in 2016 when I decided it's ridiculous to still wait for him. Lol)

I know I shouldn't be back here anymore, but I've always wanted a closure for something that's probably just one-sided love affair. My husband had a meaningful closure with his ex-girlfriend (they broke up in 2015) just last year 2022. And I wanted that for myself too.

Scrolling through our old messages in 2014-2015, I realized I was lowkey hostile to him. That time, I didn't know how to respond to him quite well. I was being antagonistic. I didn't want to run after him.

...

Maybe, my marriage surprised him as I rarely post about my personal life. Or maybe, he did not care at all. And that's okay. I mean, it's been 13 years since we saw each other! That's almost half my age!

One day, you'll read this (unless Tumblr decides to shut down haha) or maybe not? as our names were not mentioned here (I'll mention them later though haha). Also, why would you even google your name/our names, right?

Anyway, this is my closure. I hope you're happy with the path you've taken. You will always be my "TOTGA".

-Jody

P.S. Hey Dustin, continue making people laugh. :)

Don't read all my previous posts. I have no time to delete or edit them. Most of them were 10 freakin years ago! I'm turning 30 in a month, I was only 19 or 20 when I wrote those. I didn't know any better. Haha!

[lightpost]

Thank you for finding me, and putting my heart back together.

For when you do find me you will know I am broken

Since I was born my own parents have wanted to be gone they broke me at a young age and didn't care when I was choking they told me to go sit back down

When I was 19 they set me up to be kidnapped they even took out my abuser to lunch and thanked him for hurting him

My dad grabbed my friends boobs in the pool her name was Amy the fear in her eyes she never talked to me again her and another girl that was there too saw it all I never got to say how sorry I am he acted like a fucking pig my mom denies it ever happened to this day

now you kind of see why I hate my family and how I get into horrible situations they never set me up to succeed I wanted to go away after college my dad ripped up my plane ticket and forced me to stay and get into a relationship that turned out to be abusive he drugged my drink when he knew I wanted to wait until marriage his own mom was in on it too

my parents are the most vile people I know they are truly demonic and I have no safe haven to go too I was the on the streets for so long I got a lung infection and had to move back in my late 20's

I tried getting my life together in TN but that didn't work out either the demon followed me

in MI too I was raped and beat and my parents even blamed me and still thanked him for hurting me after they saw the pictures of what he did to me

I'm always alone

I hate my parents still to this day and they have the nerve to say we are a family cause no the fuck we aren't it's just me in this room by myself all the time I get no help no real support I get kicked out when they can't handle me talking to myself cause it's all I have to vent it all out I've gone through a lot as you can tell and they still no care I sleep all day I could be dead and they still won't come down to check on me

I have a closed of vein that stops me from even going for walks and they still find ways to yell at me and kick me out they can't handle that I need some serious help

to say I hate them isn't enough I have a rage inside when I know that they are dead is when I will be free from their abusive demonic ways I will finally be free and able to live my life without gossip and them always finding ways to ruin a good thing in my life

They had no idea I have 2 degrees either they don't know me they never have talks with me and yet they call themselves parents

I'm almost 34 I don't need parents anymore I have been my own parents since I was 9 years old

Ever since that bitch got a facebook she has done nothing but message people and destroy my life talking lies and shit behind other peoples back

so when you do find me know how dangerous these people really are so you can protect yourself and know I need to get away from them I do I need to get away from them

I need help getting out of this place I need you find me soon

I need you to come back into my life and in a way save me from people who want me dead

Will you please help me? Come find me and build a new heart with me?

You are the only thing that gives me hope that keeps me going and getting up out of bed it's only been you since 2012 11 years and it's been pure hell without you here

You can destroy the demons in my life you can finally put them to rest you and you alone can kill the shadow that's been wanting me gone since I was born please

I need you

[chuluoyi]

Pity 60?! ALMOST THERE! You can do it! 🥳 2 ?! Goodness how even 😭😭 The lowest I got was 6... Not any better but 2 is so close to being flat broke...

Yeahhh her dad is such an ass Maxi is the sweetest! And she's got a super hot husband now so I guess she DID benefit from being married off 😚 Oh I've read that too! Edna is such a girlboss I love her! It's different from the normal damsel in distress kind of Female lead, and it's really refreshing. What else have you read?

I hope so! But I'm still 18 and I wanna enjoy being single hahaha! I've seen my friends cry and weep over guys and I feel like I want to stay unburdened by the weight of a relationship till I'm like 19-20-ish? Thanks Chu! haha it's getting super rainy where I'm from... It's so cold istg...

Ahaha! I'm not THAT young. But I do agree that my watchlist is soul-sucking dhdhdh. Though, there's something about sad animes, don't you think?

HAHAHA you're young too! And you finished Naruto during your summer break?! Omg just how much did you watch per day you're amazing.

Right?! We deserve to know, Gege! Have mercy please was killing off our 3 JJK daddies not enough-

Hmm I honestly preferred the old art, even if the animation wasn't on par with Mappa's. I did pick it up after awhile, but Instagram spoiled me so I lost motivation after 2-3 episodes of season 4... I should really delete all social media accounts before watching a new anime...

Oh no is he okay HAHAHA was the ending that sad I'm slightly tempted to binge the rest of AOT after my exams are over hmm... How could he?!?! Gojo dying is one of the few anime deaths that shook the world 😭😭Or is he just jealous 🤭

Omg a fellow monkey! Sugu's monkey cult is expanding- Ngl I would gladly be a monkey if it means I can get slightly closer to Suguru-

Also I've received your TOT req!! The bakerlon card is legit so cute ahhh 😫😫

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i… gave up🥲 seems like there’s no hope for me 😩 i’ll wait until next year then and save the s chips i get from the monthly pass for the upcoming events🤧

HAHAHAH the benefit is right there!!🤭 i love maxi’s progress though and YES I LOVE EDNA SO MUCH omg she’s so badass, takes care of her own shits and the plot twist is soooo omg i finished that manhwa on one night and was left sooo full😩 it was one of the best manhwas for me

hmm i think i’ve read quite many arranged marriage stories but suddenly i can’t think of any of them🥲 but another great manhwa i read is unholy blood! i love hayan sm she’s also badass and her romance with euntae drives me almost insane bcs of the slow burn🤧 but it’s so so great by the ending i was sad to let it go. have you read it?? and do you have any other recs?

so true! i honestly don’t think there’s any benefit for us to force ourselves to have a boyfriend/girlfriend that early (especially if they say it’s for the status—a classmate of mine once told me that she was dating this guy just to know how being in a relationship was like💀 she’s messed up) because in the end, we are looking for the real thing. the real thing doesn’t come easily, it takes time. fyi my current boyfriend is my first bf, we started dating just last year, which means i have my first bf at 23🥹 and i’m so glad i heed my mom then, that it’s no use to have boyfriends when you were still in high school or college as chances are they are still immature themselves.

but if you do find someone who is good in school, then it’s okay to try! just don’t be discouraged if you don’t because nah we need the true ones😉

(aw sorry to come off as lecturing i can’t stop myself but my mom’s advice is what saves me🥹 and i really do think it’s so good)

me too!! it’s rainy and cold nowadays *sigh* but at least it’s not as hot?🥹

THERES 🗣️ SOMETHING 🗣️ ABOUT 🗣️ ANGST 🗣️ that made me feel like i want to jump out of the window yet satisfied my inner soul at the same time🤧🤧🤧

HAHAHA i felt old bcs now i’m paying for my own bills and impulse buying😭 JSJSJS nono i watched naruto from eps 300 onwards actually🥹 still, that’s quite a lot 😭 but yeah, i could watch at least 5-10 eps per day back then 🥲

PFFT DADDIES so true 😔😔 *sigh* my life has never been the same ever since that gojo sukuna fight. i started looking for spoilers (i didn’t follow the manga before), installed twitter and reading theories. my heart used to be thumping so hard each time i went over the spoilers you know? like i know gojo was going to lose somehow but i hope so much he didn’t and then when chapter 235 dropped and gege took a break i was like “!!!!” only to 236 to reverse it in the most brutal way💀

ahh i see… i’m starting to think that aot is for boys😭 like most of my guy friends are like “this is the best anime of my life” while my girl friends are just bamboozled with everything🥹

he’s mourning and coping the way we do for our jjk daddies🤭🤭 save to say that karma gets him bcs he doesn’t follow the manga HAHAHA maybe both i don’t know but he gets 🙄🙄 when i swoon over gojo ahahhaha

oh? good luck on your exam disco anon!! i know you’ll do well!!🫶🏻

HAHAHAHAH OMG that’s the term he used too!!🤣 like he’s okay being suguru’s monkey just because🥹

waah! that’s good then!! the card is so CHIC but i haven’t gotten the chance to read it yet along with the side story card🥲🥲🥲 i will after this weekend i think bcs work has been so tiring *sigh*