#and OH MY GOD that was so freaking great (sti

[sadgirlbaby]

Can you please do our dear Jimmy Darling being insecure and so the reader gets freaky maybe sucks his fingers and tells him how much she loves him his hands and what they can do that leads into some smut? i rlly love ur style and would love to see how you play this out. ofc again its okay if not and its fine if you wanna change some things idm

thank u so much! <3

MAGIC HANDS - jimmy darling x fem!reader (smut)

CW: sex scene, explicit sexual speaking, fingering, dick riding, dirty talk, p in v penetration, cumming

STORY/PROLOGUE: you worked and lived at the freak show, in the circus. you weren’t a freak actually, you were a very great singer and used to sing with elsa at shows. when you walked into the circus for the very first time, it was love at first sight for you and jimmy. you started dating but jimmy was still very insecure about his hands.

SUMMARY: jimmy confessed you about his weaknesses and told you how much he hated having those hands. but you loved him so much and made him understand that in one of your usual ways.

“hey” you greeted your boyfriend as soon as you walked into your trailer (you and jimmy shared it).

the show was just awesome, they sold out all the tickets and you were very happy of that but your smile disappeared as soon as you noticed that jimmy was not on earth.

“hello? jimmy?? earth to jimmy!”

“oh sorry babe, when did ya come in?” he said.

“just a few seconds ago, are you doing good?” you asked while getting changed into more comfy clothes.

“yeah” he replied but you were sure that he wasn’t actually there - he was too lost in thought.

“mmh, are you tired? go to bed, come with me. it’s almost midnight” you suggested but jimmy kept being quiet which made you a bit worried.

“jimmy, what’s going on?” you sat next to him caressing his shoulder.

“it’s… nothing, love” he weakly smiled. jimmy has always been a lively guy, full of joy and good energy. he went through a lot but he never appeared vulnerable in front of you, jimmy never gave up in front of you.

“I know you well, tell me what’s going on please” you said getting your face closer to his.

“it’s just… ugh! everybody’s afraid of me! all the people make fun of me and my fucking hands! they call me the lobster boy… I’m sick of this” jimmy shouted angry, you got scared for a second but you knew that he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself.

“I’m not enough… I hate my hands! I hate me!” he screamed again.

you took jimmy’s cheeks making him turning towards you, then you spoke - “you know, some people don’t appreciate the real art of the world. you are not a scary or disgusting freak! you are the best freak! the strongest, the bravest, the coolest!” you noticed jimmy raising his head and forcing himself to smile at you.

“…and the sexiest” you whispered into his ear and jimmy immediately got goosebumps. this time he smirked for real and lowered is head in embarrassment.

you softly kissed his lips, then you did it rougher, hungrier. jimmy twisted his arms around your waist and pushed you backwards making you lay on the couch. he put himself above you and continued to kiss you.

“people don’t know what your hands can do” you said sexily and grabbed his lobster hands.

"baby, what are ya doing?" he smiled.

“touch me” you said and sucked his fingers. jimmy was completely turning on. he pulled up your dress and inserted a pair of fingers inside you. you gasped and started to move your pelvis in sync with his thrusts.

“god I love you” you moaned. “and your magic hands” you continued.

jimmy pushed hard into you, until he suddenly took his fingers off and put the whole hand inside.

“oh my god!” you cried out. it was hurting a little bit but the pleasure was much more than the pain.

"jimmy! don't stop... please..." you whimpered. he kept pumping his big hand inside your vagina.

the whole trailer was full of your moans, jimmy was smirking proud of what he was making you feel.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you orgasmed and cummed onto jimmy's hands. "look how special you are" you said still catching your breath and pointing at his fingers. jimmy looked at them and put them into his mouth, sucking off all of your juices.

"I want you inside me, jimmy" you said while sitting on his lap. "baby, I just put my whole hand inside of ya" he smiled and you smiled back. "I mean, I want your dick inside me" you explained while cupping his cheeks with your soft hands.

jimmy smirked and quickly unzipped his pants, then he took his boxer off freeing his erection and you saw how fingering you made him get horny. you sat on him again and quickly inserted his hard cock into your entrace.

"babydoll you feel so good" jimmy mumbled as you started to jump violently on his dick. "fuck baby, fuck..." jimmy grabbed your hips and guided you in riding it.

"I love you much jimmy" you moaned. "you're making mommy feeling so good..." you whispered into his ear as sexiest as possible. this action made him just cum within a few seconds, filling the whole caravan with both of your moans.

"oh god baby, you're the best girlfriend in the world..." he confessed staring at the ceiling, exhausted.

you kissed him and his hands sweetly.

“I love ya” he said and kissed you again.

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[joohanisms]

yk i always think about how irl sex is sometimes Not Great or things go wrong, be it with someone you love or not. and i'm a real-sex-in-smut warrior so

things going wrong <3

(half written before i went ia)

(hi this is VERY badly done like fr only jungsus was written properly)

gunil

surprise ur bleeding

jungsu

you're getting fucked soooo good.

you're in missionary position, jungsu is kissing you stupid and your hands are tangling in his hair. it's a very late night, the only source of light is the moonlight peeking through the blinds, and the only thing that can be heard is the panting and whispering of each other's names.

"baby, i'm so close. are you? can you cum with me?" he buries his face on your shoulder, mouthing sloppily at the skin. you're a little far behind, but that's nothing that can't be fixed.

you grab one of his hands, guiding it towards your clit. "just need a little bit more, please, please, i'm nearly there."

his pretty fingers start immediately playing with you, with the pressure and pace just the way you like it – fine, maybe a tad too desperate for how far off orgasm you are, but can you blame him? you'll get there either way.

"i'm too close, i won't make it – i can't hold it much longer, can i cum, please? i swear i won't stop, i'll make you cum too, just – please, baby?" jungsu's voice is getting strained, and you've been with him long enough to know that yes, he will make you cum. he's never left you hanging, and today will not be the first time he does.

"go on. i'm right behind you, just– don't stop, please."

well, famous last words.

he cums into the condom with a shudder, his fingers stuttering on your clit. his voice is heavenly in your ears, moaning like he's just ascended to a higher plane. he rides it out, slowing down a bit, but soon after he's jackhammering into you, middle finger pressing down on your nerves and mouth back on yours.

he's been at it for 15 seconds at most, when you feel a sudden warmth inside you. it's weird, it's never happened before and you're damn sure it did not come from you. jungsu apparently notices as well, seeing as he freezes immediately, leaving your mouth and looking at you with wide eyes.

you stare at each other in complete silence.

"was that–" you can't even finish your sentence before he's pulling out and looking at you with an expression not too far from horror.

you look at his cock, and your suspicions are confirmed. hanging rather pathetically from his still hard length, covered in cum, is a piece of rubber very clearly torn.

"oh my god," is all that leaves his mouth.

your heart is beating out of your chest, and any hope of cumming tonight leaves your body.

it would've been fine if you were, well, on birth control. and jungsu is very aware of how much you're not on birth control. his mouth is still open in an 'O', his gaze keeps flitting between your cunt and his quickly softening dick.

"fuck." you get up and rush to the bathroom, leaving your boyfriend to fumble after you.

he very hastily removes the damned condom, throwing it haphazardly on the trashcan beside your desk. he's a little too freaked out for anything other than leaning against the closed bathroom door and apologizing.

"i'm so sorry, oh my god, i'm sorry, i should've pulled out, i–"

"jungsu, calm down." is the snappy response he receives before the sound of the toilet flushing is followed by the door opening and him nearly falling to the bathroom floor. "it'll be fine."

the poor boy is clearly spiraling over thoughts along the lines of "what if i gave them some medically undiscovered sti" to "i don't even have the money for a child right now". you take pity on him, placing your hands on his cheeks to get his attention.

"you're clean, right?"

he sputters, "of course i am! i'd never try to fuck you– i'd tell you if i wasn't!"

"then it's fine. we'll go to the drugstore first thing in the morning and get the plan b. and, i don't know, pray it works." his eyes widen and you regret the playful quip. "i'm kidding, baby. it'll work fine."

"but what if it–"

"jungsu, it'll work. if it wasn't effective they wouldn't sell it." as much as you're a little pissed and anxious about the situation, he looks way worse. you peck his lips, pulling him into the bathroom with you. "you're still paying for it, though."

he chuckles, seeming a little lighter about the situation. "of course. it's always cheaper than a baby."

"there's always abortion, too. or would you want to keep it?" you start the shower – you're clearly not getting that orgasm you were almost close to – jumping as he slaps your ass.

"stop talking about the nonexistent pregnancy. you're making me nervous."

"sorry." you smile softly at him, pulling him under the spray with you. "we'll figure out some kind of birth control. i'm scared you won't ever fuck me again after this."

jungsu laughs, grabbing the shampoo. "you bet i won't. this is enough to turn me abstinent."

"you still owe me an orgasm, though?"

"then you better get acquainted with your fingers." you slap his shoulder as he cackles, and maybe, just maybe, it'll actually be fine.

jiseok

his fucking shoes won't come off / y'all fell off the bed

seungmin

he says something trying to be sexy and you can only laugh

hyeongjun

yall are drunk and he cant get hard noooooo

you're giggling while hyeongjun is attached to your neck, probably leaving marks that will take you forever to cover up the next day.

youve both drunk too much and wine usually Does give people the hornies soooo

you were out and left for the sole reason of fucking when yall get home

didnt even make it to the bed the couch will do

ur underwear is down so quick you can only feel his fingers spreading the wetness around while rubbing at your clit

in a minute he has a finger in you curling it justttt the right way

obv you cant let him do everything by himself. his soft cock is pulled out as you massage it

you're drunk so time loses meaning kinda

so after a while he puts another finger in and all is well bc you just . don't realise his status hasn't changed

"omg babe stop stop that hurts wtf"

he's.. not hard ?

"are you okay?"

"i am i just . uh. you were on my dick for a little too long"

"tf you mean by that ? you're not getting hard .."

"well i fucking know it's my cock?"

"damn okay dont snap at me?"

"sorry i just . i don't know what happened"

"maybe lets change positions? we can 69 i'll suck you off"

spoiler it didn't work

"babe are u ok like fr "

"i can't get hard . omg i can't get hard wtf i'm so sorry i knew how much you wanted to-"

"babe wtf don't apologize? that happens it's nbd you can fuck me in the morning"

"yeah but i wanted to fuck u now? 'm sorry babe wtf this is so embarassing"

"shut up ? its okay stop apologizing"

morning fuck

jooyeon

the door to your apartment is slammed as jooyeon crashes his lips to yours, pressing you against the closest wall.

you had been on a date – a nice and innocent afternoon at the arcade – but the little sundress you wore with lingerie that barely covered whatever had to be covered ruined any innocence there was.

after bending down to pick up the stuffed animal you got at a claw machine and giving him a view of your ass, jooyeon blew all the money he spent on arcade tokens with half-assed tries at the very same claw machine you got your little stuffed puppy from and dragged you back to your car.

he didn't even bother pushing you into the backseat for a quickie, he just settled into the passenger seat, brought you into a heated open-mouthed kiss as you sat in front of the wheel and said "drive before i finger you so hard you crash the car."

ok joo maybe you should lay off the dramas you've been watching

although, driving did not stop you from reaching over the gear stick and palming him through his jeans, making his hips jump into your touch.

by the time you finally parked your car he was more than fed up with the teasing.

back to being pressed against the entrance hall wall in your apartment, jooyeon kicked off his shoes while still attached to your mouth and fumbled with the clasp of your sandals until he managed to drop both to the ground.

his hands gripped your ass, pulling your asscheeks apart and making you gush into your skimpy underwear.

"you better take me to the bed and fuck me until i cry." needless to say, you were both turned on to no end. in seconds, your back was hitting the mattress and your underwear was being pulled down.

jooyeon flipped up your dress and immediately dove into your cunt. if there's something you can be sure will happen, is that foreplay with jooyeon will always involve oral. even if today he was horny to the point where he won't make you cum with his tongue, but only make sure you can take him, he always made you feel so good your toes curled.

his nose pressed against your clit [stopped writing here sorry yall. point is he cums early. two strums and the song is over. duas sanfonadas acabou o forró]

[magicianrabbidsupremacy]

A Magician's Lament Chapter 3 Preview 2

“Alright let’s get this crap over with.” says the Magician. 

Meanwhile Alice goes downstairs to see her grandma. “Hello there sweetie” 

“GRANNY” Alice runs to her grandmother to give her a big hug. 

“Are ya ready to go camping into the woods?” 

“YES YES YES I CAN’T WAIT!! Wait what about Jr.? 

“I’m not sure if he’s ready to go out in the world yet” Alice’s father says. “Maybe when he gets older than we’ll see” 

“Alright c’mon c’mon I wanna go now.” Alice runs outside. 

“Woah Alice she just got here. Let’s not try and rush things here Debby just got here.” Says Alice’s father.

“Oh c’mon David let the girl be excited.” Debby says 

“Now Alice remember to not go too deep into the woods without grandma and try not to disturb animals or get yourself hurt.” 

“Ok, granny. Bye mommy bye daddy.” 

“Bye Alice” 

“Have fun out there” Alice gives her parents kisses on the cheek.

“Here Alice you can put your toys in this bag here and I’ll put them in the back of the truck” 

“Oh thanks grandma. Can I keep my dolly?”

“Of course you can.” Debby puts Alice’s toys in the back of the truck with all the camping supplies.

Meanwhile the Magician is up on the roof. “Alright, I just need to figure out how to get down from here.” 

The Magician climbs down the roof but realizes that it’s a bit too high. He tries to climb back up but to no avail. 

“C’mon…. Oh poo.” The Magician fails to keep a hold of his grip and falls onto the solid ground face first. 

“Ahhhh ACK! Ugh.” The Magician gets up from the ground and see’s Debbie’s truck. 

“There it is now I just gotta get on the back of the truck.” The bunny runs up to the back of the truck only to realize that he’s way too short to climb it. 

“Are you freaking kidding me? I can't climb that.” 

Alice looks behind the truck to see the Magician try to get on the back of the truck.

“Hey, you need help getting up there?” 

“What no?! I can do it myself.” The Magician puts his hat down and gets on top of it. He tries to jump in but he can only grab onto the back. 

Alice, not wanting this to take so long, pushes the bunny into the truck and throws his hat in too. “

Your welcome” Alice says with a happy look. 

“Shut it” The Magician says annoyed. 

Alice goes up to the front of the truck and sits on the second seat with grandma. 

“You ready to go dear” 

“Of course I am grandma” 

“Alright let’s roll” Debby starts the truck and drives off. 

“GAH! Who the hell is driving up there?!” The Magician says as he tumbles a bit since there’s no seatbelt on the back of the truck. “Oh-OH GOD ACK!!” The truck starts speeding up pulling the bunny backwards. “Grrr this better not last long.” 

*A couple minutes later*

“So Alice how have you been” 

“Pretty good, you?” 

“I’m doing fine deary. Just doing the same old stuff like watching tv and taking good care of kiki.” 

“I’ve been taking care of my dolly too, isn’t that right dolly.” 

“I love you mommy” says Alice’s doll. Both Alice and her grandma chuckle for a bit. 

“By the way, how is school going for you?” 

“I’m doing very well. I’m getting good grades and just having a lot of fun.” “Have you been making any friends at school?” 

“Uhh…yeah…yeah I’ve got friends.” 

“Really, what are their names?” Alice stays silent for a couple of seconds. 

“Umm…. I forgot.” She says nervously 

“Really? How long have you known them to not know their names?” 

“Can we talk about something else right now plz.” 

“Oh sorry dear. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“It’s fine granny.” 

“What about the family? How's that going?” 

“Mommy and Daddy are doing well. We’ve done a lot of cool things like watching movies, going to parks exct. Jr. is pretty much the same adorable baby but he might be able to talk soon.” 

“That’s great to know.” 

In the back of the truck the Magician is bored as hell. 

“Ugh this is taking forever. I bet if I was driving (and had longer legs) we would’ve been there by now.” The Magician tries to find ways to make himself less bored. He sticks his head out to let the wind hit him. Alice looks at the side view mirror and sees the bunny sticking his tongue out. Alice chuckles a bit. 

“Now what are you laughing about?” 

“Oh nothing, just thinking about something funny in my head.”

Unfortunately it doesn’t take long for the Magician’s hat to fly off thanks to the wind. 

“Hey hey WOAH!!” The Magician quickly grabs his hat. “HA! Woah woah AH!! The bunny loses this balance and almost falls off the truck. He has one hand holding on for dear life. 

“OH OH GOD OH HELL!!” 

Alice looks back at the mirror to see him dangling on the side of the truck. 

“*Gasp*” 

“Something wrong sweety?” 

“I-I um…was looking at a beautiful deer in the trees. It was so pretty that I gasped.” 

“Aww that’s cute.” Alice quickly looks back to see if the Magician is ok.

“*GRUNTING* AHH ERR AHH” 

“Please pull up please pull up please pull up”. Alice whispers to herself.

Before the Magician could lose his grip the truck hits a bump on the road. 

“GAH…Oh hey I’m back on the thing. WAH OH ACK WOAH.” 

“WOAH Granny!?” 

“Hope you got your seatbelt sweety, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride” The road becomes more bumpy and the stuff in the back starts jumping along with the Magician Rabbid. 

“WAAAAAH ACK OOF AHH HURP BLEH DAAAAAH''

*A couple of more minutes later*

Alice, Debby, and the Magician Rabbid are getting close to the woods. 

“C’mon when is this gonna end already. ACK, CAN THE PERSON UP THERE PLEASE DRIVE OFF THE BUMPY ROAD!!” 

The road gets more bumpy as the truck gets closer to the woods. 

“Alright we’re here Alice, now we just gotta find a good spot.” Alice chuckles in excitement. 

“YES HAHA, This is gonna be the best camping trip ever.” The Magician is still complaining in the back. 

“HEY WHERE THE HELL IS THE YOGURT BACK HERE?! I’M FREAKING STARVING HERE!!” 

Suddenly a big bump hit the truck launching the Magician off the vehicle. 

“AHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH” Alice looks back to check the to see him fall off. 

“AH! Oh no.”

“Alice, what happened??” 

“Something fell off the truck.” 

“WHAT!?” Debby quickly stops the truck in the middle of the woods. They both get out of the truck to see if anything fell out. 

“Alice, are you sure something fell out cause it seems like everything is in place.” 

“Yeah I swear I saw something fly out.” 

“Maybe something just jumped and landed back in.” 

“Can I see just in case.” 

“Well…sure why not.” Debby lifts Alice up to see all the stuff on the truck. 

“Oh….I guess nothing fell out I guess.” 

“Well since we already stopped I guess we could camp on this spot right here.” 

“Wait really?” 

“Yeah it looks beautiful enough right?” Alice looks around to see beautiful trees, the greenest of grass, the blue sky and glorious water in the distance. 

“You're right it is a beautiful spot.” 

“Alright now we gotta set up our spot” 

Debby starts to grab all of the camping stuff from the back of the truck. Alice takes advantage of this as she checks the Magician Rabbid is ok. The purple bunny walks over to the girl clearly unamused. 

“Hey are you ok?”

“Oh don’t act like you care” The Magician says walking away from her. Alice picks up the Rabbid. 

“Hey let me go you twit” 

“Shhh you can’t let granny see you. She really hates Rabbids and if she sees you she will eat you alive. Metaphorically of course. Just stay behind me ok.” 

“Just stay behind me ok” The Magician says, mocking the girl.

“Hey granny can I walk around the woods for a bit while I wait for you to get the camping stuff ready.” 

“Sure dear just don’t go too far ok.” 

“Don’t worry granny I won’t.” Alice looks back at the Magician. 

“C’mon let’s go” Alice says, grabbing the Magicians arm and running to the woods

“Woah hey” The Magician says, getting his arm off Alice’s hand. “I can walk by myself , thank you very much.”

“Oh umm sorry I’m just excited to go through the woods that’s all.”

Alice skips to the woods with the Magician walking behind her. She hums a little tune with a happy smile on her face while the bunny looks at her once again with a stern look while crossing his arms. They both look around the woods seeing the beautiful trees, plants, and the bright blue sky.

Link to the previous chapters if you haven't read them or need a reminder of the story so far:

[entertainmentnerdly]

Watched season 8's "The Claw's of Axos" today, and OH MY GOD that was so freaking great (still don't know if I can say f*** on this subreddit. Can someone pls tell me ;-;?)! Like, that was one of the tensest series I've ever seen of Doctor Who. It's definitely up there with "Midnight" on tensity. via /r/doctorwho https://ift.tt/3EBJIFY

[weirdfetishes123]

'Why is my Dick Blue' and other Pressing Questions - deviantart

Did your dom leave you with a blue stain that just won’t go away? Are you now waddling around even after hours in the juicing room? Are you now a giant blue ball that hasn’t seen the sun in months and wondering what a cute technician is doing putting this pamphlet in your face? If you answered yes to the first two questions there’s no need to worry, and if you answered yes to the last question, congratulations! You can still read! In this short guide you will find all the answers to your questions on becoming a Permaberry!

There are five levels of Permaberry. They are, in order of severity: Stained, Bloated, City, Chameleon, and Barrel. The first two are the most common and tend to happen on accident. These can occur when a caretaker waits too long to juice his berry, or they can be a planned result in order to “mark” a sub. Depending on the severity they may be able to leave the Studio, or they may be required to stay. City Permaberries are the rarest of the five. These men swell up randomly once a month or even just once a year. This used to require them to stay at the Studio, but now they can lead a normal life with some new lifestyle changes. Chameleon and Barrel Permaberries are only found at Studio 71 or at its other properties. While both are available to everyone, they carry a heavy cost in one way or another. Whichever way you choose to go, know that each Permaberry is only as permanent as you choose to be.

1) Stained.

What it is: This is the most common Permaberry. It is caused when a caretaker waits too long to juice their berry. The time frame, however, varies from person to person. Some have been juiced only after a couple of hours after swelling and have blue stains on their body, while others can wait up to a week to be juiced and come out completely clear.

What to look for: I hoped this would be self explanatory, but in case you didn’t catch on you’re looking for one (1) blue stain on you or your fuck boy’s body. The most common area to look is the groin, ass, and belly. Other places this may appear are the feet, chest, nose, or hands, although these are less common.

How it’s cured:

Well this may be hard for the affected party, but in order to get rid of the stain the affected has to remain celibate for up week at a time. This will allow the residual juices to be concentrated in the semen and make the stain disappear within a week or two. A chastity can be used here to great effect, and in fact this is usually why doms choose to make their subs Stained in the first place. If you didn’t go this route because you’re just an eighteen year old college freshman freaking out because this is the closest thing you have to ever gotten to an STI don’t worry. Even if you orgasm three times a day the stain always goes away on its own, but that would take months rather than weeks. There are no long term effects so calm down you gushy bottom.

2) Bloated

What it is: This is what happens when you leave your berry swollen for over a week. The juice becomes slightly congealed and pools in one part of the body. They may be completely blue, or just the swollen body part may be colored. In either case it’s gonna take a while to get rid of it. This is the second most common Permaberry and they almost always have to stay at the studio

What to look for: You’re looking for stained skin and large parts of the body that slosh when you touch them, other then the ones you’ve paid to see. It normally pools in the ass and belly, but it can also cause the genitals, face, and feet to swell as well. Here's the thing, if you or your date are still blue and sloshing after a 2 hour juicing session that was supposed to be 30 minutes that's a good sign that they or you are now Bloated.

How it’s cured: Buckle-up bucker-roo because you’re in for the long haul. It could take up to a month to get the swelling down. See the thing about a Bloated Berry’s juice is that is more like Jello than fruit juice. It's very stubborn, but it can be diluted with a lot water. And I mean a lot of water. Think ten gallons a day. Basically if you always feel you’re about to piss yourself that means it's working. Now that it is somewhat fluid it can be coaxed out with some basic yoga poses. Studio 71 does offer some classes that are filled with bloated berries so you’ll never be short of company. Don’t worry, the classrooms have plenty of drains on the floor. Everyone after a month or so makes a full recovery, but some lucky bastards get to keep a berry’s legendary flexibility.

3) City

What it is: Are you busy man on the go? Need a vacation? Do you feel so stressed you can just burst? Do you have a strange masochistic desire to make your God Awful existence an oddly sexual nightmare? Then you might, might, become a City Berry. This is the rarest of all the Permaberries and it only affects a baker's dozen around the globe. They have earned their name due to the fact that all of them came from major metropolitan areas before the Studio and continue to reside there. They lead average lives and being a Permaberry doesn’t affect their professional or private life at all. However, about once a month, their stomach starts to gurgle, turn blue and they start to grow. Once that happens they have about an hour to rush home to their Juicing Kit or risk being stuck as a blue ball in public.

What to look for: City Berries look just like anyone else really. There is no way to really separate them from the crowd. However in private, if you’re comfortable with violating their privacy you can look for their juicer, but this isn’t recommend as there is only 14 or so people in the whole world have them. Anyway if they were a City Berry they probably wouldn’t date someone who’s rummaging through their closest like a cracked out raccoon. Come to think of it that is just the response you should expect for everyone who has a working brain stem. Anyway at full size they aren’t any different from the berries at Studio 71. Their juice is slightly more potent however, and while a regular Studio berry might make you shade or so paler, a City Berries juice will definitely turn you blue. In the off chance you find yourself in this situation juice yourself as soon as you can to avoid becoming Stained.

How it’s cured: As of now there is no cure. Some City Berries have had this condition for years, but it hasn’t affected their life terribly. If you do find yourself in this situation you have no need to be nervous or scared.

4) Chameleon

What it is: This is it. The most Exclusive Berry drink at Studio 71. One shot can make you a berry indefinitely, but that's not all. One shot of Studio Elite gives you full control of you transformation. Do you want to be buff? Round? Blueberry? Cherry? A mix of all four? Go for it Champ! A Chameleon can change what shape and color they are at will. It is the ultimate experience of berry inflation, and most are willing to work at the studio for a year just to pay the $10,000 price tag for one shot. As it is nearly all of the staff at Studio 71 are Chameleon’s and are paying back their debt. However there are some lucky sons of bitches who win a monthly drawing to get it for free.

What to look for: Honestly anything. They could be short, tall, skinny, fat, and any color of the rainbow. Just assume that everyone who works at the Studio is one and you’re good to go. Observant guests can even spy one changing from one fruit to another if the pay attention.

How it’s cured: Asking a Chameleon if they want to be cured is like asking a lottery winner if they want to work at McDonald’s. Most don’t want it to end, but if it must there is a drinkable cure which remove the effects. What follows is a standard juicing practice and they are back to normal. As of now there has only been a couple who willingly ended to move on with their life, but more have had the privilege removed for punitive reasons.

5) Barrel

What it is: This is it. The Ride or Die Berry. The drink that turns you into a Barrel is only $20, but the price is in reality much steeper. Like the Chameleon Berry this one comes with its own separate contract. If buy this drink you have to remain in the studio for a minimum of six months. And no that can’t be negotiated down. If you drink the Barrel potion it will change your life forever, and maybe not for the best.

What to look for: You’re gonna look for a giant blue ball that has no idea where it is. That’s because barrels aren’t your run of the mill berry. Oh no, they are the closest to being permanent. See the human body isn’t exactly designed to carry two tons of fluid inside it, so the potion makes some changes. It actually weakens the skeleton in order to get the resources needed to form a cartilage sphere under the berries skin. This new flexible shell now carries the weight. This process removes most human characteristics from the berry’s skin. Their nipples, genitals, and body hair are all removed, in some cases even their hands and feet are absorbed into the body. What’s left is smooth, shiny surface that almost looks like latex. Once the juice passes the blood brain barrier it starts to effect the berry’s mind. First they lose all track of time. If you leave them alone in a room and come back an hour later they will think you only just left. Then comes amnesia. The won’t remember anything from their life before being a berry. Lastly the long term memory process shuts down. Now they believe their entire existence is what is going on around them, nothing more.

Due to the extremity of the treatment paying customers are limited to six months of this treatment. Rule breakers are another story. This is the fate of anyone who breaks Studio 71’s security or the privacy of the guests. They will be a barrel for at least a year, possible many more.

WARNING! All berries CAN and WILL become Barrels if they aren’t juiced in two weeks time! Remember to juice your Berry Boys before the two week mark or you will be forced to join them for their extended visit!

How it’s cured: One word: Juicing. Lots and lots of juicing. There is special machines made for it at Studio 71 that specialize in juicing as Barrels need a long slow juicing process. This ensures a gentle and painless process in which the cartilage sphere its dissolved by the action and the skeleton can reform. The entire process can take weeks, regardless of how long they were a Barrel. Out of all of the Permaberries only half return completely to normal. The rest have permanently stained skin and might even always carry juice in there bodies. The lest common side effects affect the brain. While 90% of all return to their normal selves, 5% gain significant intelligence, while the other 5% never fully recover from the ordeal. If you choose to go down this path think carefully. You may not come out the other end the same.

Well that's it berry boy. Feel better? No? Honestly that sounds like a “you” problem. Look there isn’t really a need to panic about a blue spot or a swollen gut, so sit down, shut up, and I hope you enjoy your stay at Studio 71. Stay Juicy!

[alittleshocking]

Phillip and Shock are Disgusted and Frankly Appalled by the Miracle of Pregnancy (*) [Tell Tale Heart]

In which the title explains it all...[takes place idk some time]

@knightley--phillip

[tw -- frank discussion of abortion]

SHOCK: “So, I’m pregnant,” Shock said to Phillip as she lay in his bed, the blanket tossed artfully over her lower body. She slid her heel up the mattress, so her knee was bent, the black sheet pooling over her abdomen. She let out a huff.

Yes, Shock was pregnant, because she let men inside her body however she wanted. Usually, she was rather good about it in terms of the pull out or what not, but she had always played fast and loose. She had assumed God or whoever the fuck owed her majorly for giving her fucking cancer as a kid. Maybe she had used up all her “poor little cancer girl” tokens in the slot machine, gambling away for more time consequence free. 

Maybe it was just shitty luck. One too many times letting some dumbass come inside her.

Honestly, she didn’t even know if it was Phil’s. He was her best guess, considering he was a frequent customer, but there would be no telling without a DNA test and if Shock had anything to say about it--that wouldn’t be necessary at the end of the day.

Shock lit a cigarette, even though she knew Phil’s tight-ass roommate hated her smoking in the house. Maybe she should’ve announced this at family dinner. That would’ve been hilarious. John would’ve popped a blood vessel. Tom would’ve asked to be godfather or some shit. Of course, in this scenario, Shock convinced them all she was keeping it. Which--

“Don’t freak out, I’m not keeping it.” The cigarette wagged between her teeth as she spoke and then she took a drag, plucking it from her lips and letting the smoke drift into the air. 

PHILLIP: “Oh thank fucking God.”

He let out a breath. He’d been totally and utterly frozen the moment she’d said what she’d said, sitting up so his back was against the headboard. He’d been about to suggest they grab a drink after she lit her cigarette and then she’d spoken and Phil couldn’t hear much else.

Here was a thing Phillip Knightley knew: even the best birth control was only 99.9% effective or something. He couldn’t beat those odds.

Here was another thing: Phillip had been...how shall we say...particularly careless when it came to fucking Shock. He wasn’t normally, mind you. He was normally very careful about rubbers and all that sort of stuff, because if there was one fear Phillip had, it was some woman knocking on his door heavily pregnant and demanding he pay for a child he did not want. That’d make his father quite happy.

Not that Phil didn’t want kids eventually. Maybe. He knew he was supposed to want them — or at least supposed to want to breed like a rabbit and produce strong Order sons. 

But a kid running around from some non-approved woman was a fucking nightmare — and it’d ruin his status. Not that Order members didn’t on occasion keep side mistresses or slip up, but Phil couldn’t do that to the Knightley name. He’d already fucked up once. 

“Not that I won’t help you remove it,” said Phillip, smiling now, because that’s what he did when things got weird. “But how the hell do you even know it’s mine?” He nudged her with his leg. “Not exactly like we’ve ever been exclusive.” 

SHOCK: Shock snorted at his emphatic response. She’d wanted to elicit a similar sort of reaction from him, just because she’d find it funny. And she needed funny right now.

No, Shock was not having some moral quandary over yeeting a fetus out of her uterus. She was having a monetary quandary. Since she wasn’t a citizen, she was going to have to pay out the ass for an abortion. And there was no other option. Either Shock was gonna have to prostitute herself out for a few months to gather the near 500 pounds she was gonna need (maybe more including a place to stay for the recovery after the operation) or she was gonna get it from Phil.

She knew he could afford it, which is why she had targeted him for this particular favor. Well, he was also the closest thing she had to a friend in town. They actually spent time together not having sex or doing drugs sometimes, which equaled friendship in Shock’s eyes. Which meant there was an emotional connection here she could play on too--garner his sympathy. 

She rolled her eyes. “You’re fucking me a lot more tan anyone else. Didn’t that big fancy university you went to teach you statistics?” she scoffed at him. 

PHILLIP: “You overestimate my ability to pay attention in school and do math,” fired Phil right back. 

He was quiet then, thinking about the weight of it all. He couldn’t help it. Stewing on things was part of his nature, trying to find some sort of meaning to it all. Logically he knew this would get taken care of very easily. Phil had money. He knew Shock probably came to him because she knew that he had money. He knew that he wouldn’t have said no. She didn’t need to convince him. It was something he’d do for a friend. 

The corner of his mouth tugged up. He didn’t know if he’d consider Shock a friend — just someone he was fucking. But it was more than that, wasn’t it? It wasn’t romantic, nah. Phil knew what love felt like, this big, gnawing, pulsating thing that clawed in his chest and suffocated him. He didn’t feel like that with Shock. He looked at her and he felt — he felt like high-fiving her. 

“Wow, fuck. We made a thing.” He laughed, poking Shock’s lower stomach. “There is a thing in there. That’s mental. That’s fucked. That’s straight up horror movie shit, I don’t know how women do it. Something just bloody grows inside of you for nine months all because a bloke didn’t pull out fast enough.”

He shivered a little and then for good measure, slapped a hand on Shock’s thigh.

“Alright, when do you wanna extract this thing? How does this work? Do you call ahead? Make a reservation? Just show up? I’ve no idea. Maybe I should.” He tilted his head. “For the future.”

SHOCK: Shock actually smacked his hand away. She didn’t feel like high-fiving. She felt like breaking his damn fingers, one by one. Or kneeing him in the groin. She didn’t think it was mental. It was horror movie shit. She had done a lot to keep this body: chemo and radiation mainly, though malnutrition definitely played its part. Part of her body had never really recovered from any of that. And she liked it that way. The idea of getting fat was a fucking nightmare. Especially if it wasn’t because she’d gorged herself on delicacies and sweets because she could.

It was disgusting and awful and she wanted it gone. The thought of thinking of something unauthorized growing inside of her made her feel violated. Her room was not for rent, get the fuck out squatter.

“I’ve got to make an appointment and go through some bullshit pre-screening process, probably to get convinced out of it. Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen. I’d rather die. And as soon as fucking possible. We have to go up closer to London, because there is no doctor out here in the boonies that’ll do it. Also, it’s gonna cost you 500 quid or whatever the fuck you say. And that’s just the operation. Apparently I’m gonna need to be there 48 hours before. So, add hotel on top of that. And I want the fancy shit, as mother of your bastard, I deserve the best.”

She flicked some of her blonde hair into his face. “I know you can afford it, so pony up. Oh, also, if you’re using a credit card, you’ve got to come with me.” 

PHILLIP: “Yeah, yeah.” Phil waved a hand at the mention of a hotel. He knew a place in London that was nice, but tucked out of the way, the sort of place that rich executives — and rich Order Princes — took their mistresses.

“Don’t worry, nothing but the best for my baby mama.” He reached on the side table for his phone, typed in the name of the hotel and then pulled up the website that listed all the amenities — spa, pool, lounge, gym, all that jazz — and tossed it to Shock. It was an expensive hotel, the type with a big flashy chandelier in the lobby, and if Phil didn’t already scream money, he sure as hell did now. The Knightleys were old money, basically gentry, which Shock, an American might not realize, but Phil knew she knew he knew that she knew that he was loaded. He wasn't gonna skimp out now. 

“That good enough for you? Might as well make a mini-vacation out of this whole thing.” He sighed, leaning back on the headboard. “Vacabortion. Aborcation? Something like that. Is that crass? That’s absolutely crass. Good thing we’re on the same page here.”

SHOCK: Holy shit, this was working?

For all the shit that Shock talked, she didn’t actually know if it was going to and there was a part of her that she’d never admit to, if you pried back all the rest, that was terrified. She didn’t want to go to some shady backdoor doctor, she didn’t want to turn tricks in order to afford the abortion and probably end up with some disgusting STI in exchange. Her options, outside of Phil, were unappealing and dangerous. As much as Shock liked to risk her life, it was always on her terms.

Not to mention: Shock hated hospitals and anything medical. She barely took Advil, if she could help it. Now, she was going to have to have surgery. Be strapped, helpless, to a table and dissected.

This fear lurked like a shadow against the wall, in the peripheral of Shock’s vision. Just faint enough that Shock could ignore it. 

She hadn’t panicked. She’d gotten to work.

There was this burn in her chest when Phil handed her the phone. Something that was as thick and cloying as perfume: gratitude. Shock would rather choke on it. 

Good thing Phil handed her his phone. She took it with eager hands and, despite her composure throughout this conversation, her eyes bulged wide at the sight of glittering chandeliers and a pool bigger than any she’d ever seen.

“Holy shit, that bathtub is a-maz-ing! That’ll be so great to soak in after they’ve ripped my uterus out through my vagina.” 

Shock wasn’t going to say thank you. Even if the words were on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she leaned back against the cushions and clicked the “book room” button--

“So, when are we going? You don’t have school yet, right? And if Gaston doesn’t let me off, I’ll just start a smear campaign about him.” 

PHILLIP: “I’m literally always free,” said Phil, which was somewhat of a lie. He’d have to make up a reason to tell John and Tom why he was going out of town with Shock. Maybe the reason was just as simple as he was going out of town with Shock to the Belleview — which both of them would recognize immediately — and Tom would make a big deal about it and John would roll his eyes, but Phillip could deal with that. 

He did not want a child. Not right now at least. Maybe one day. In the future. In the far future. Hopefully. Phillip hoped that one day he’d wake up and the future that was laid out for him — marry a nice well-bred Order girl, breed like a rabbit and have an army of children — would be something he realized he’d been looking for. All this youthful ennui and restlessness was just an adolescent phase. Phillip Knightley was just a bit too late in growing out, of course! He wanted to want it, wanted to duck his head down and make his parents happy, please his brothers, stay by John and Tom’s side for the rest of his days. 

He glanced back at Shock, the thoughts too heavy for even him to infuse levity in, pushing them out of mind as he browsed more of the Belleview’s amenities. 

“Next weekend? Or is during the week better for you? What would please the boss man? Like I said — and like you know — I am very flexible.” 

SHOCK: The relief was like a shock (ha) to the system with how immediate and all-encompassing it was. She hadn’t even realized how stiff she’d been until her body finally caught up and realized: damn, girl, you actually got us out of a shitty situation for once. She felt herself relax into the fluffy mattress of Phil’s bed, her body aching slightly. 

“During the week probably. Definitely can’t take off Friday/Saturday. Could leave Sunday and get back..Tuesday? Do you think there is a long recovery time for getting your uterus lining ripped out of your vagina? I mean...usually that shit takes a week, I can’t imagine it all done at once.” She gave a shudder before perking back up. “Hey, you think they’re gonna give me pain killers? Like--the good shit?”

She laughed. Awesome, if she got those, she could turn around and sell them maybe. Give Phil back at least some of the money. As much as she enjoyed having money and attention lavished on her, she didn’t like the idea of being a charity case.

“Thanks, though. Guess I owe you a really good blow job or something.”

[phantomphangphucker]

A King For Tonight’s Fentertainment - Chap. 1: In Pixie Dust We Do Not Trust

Summary:  Most kings homes are inside their kingdoms, but that is exactly where Danny doesn’t want his. But, as per usual, the GIW have to mess everything up

Danny groans as he looks out the Casper High classroom window, groaning again as he places his chin on his hand. Glaring out at the white jet in the sky, “now what are those GIW idiots flying around for?”. Danny squints at what appears to be sparkling blue powder coming out of, or off of?, the jet, “oh fuck, goddamnit”, groaning exaggeratedly and muttering under his breath, “why couldn’t it have just been Skulkie or Boxy instead?”, as he raises his hand.

“You can’t go to the bathroom, Mr. Fenton. But I’m sure you’ll leave anyway”.

Danny smirks as he stands but promptly has to grip the edge of the desk as the whole damn building shakes. Muttering, “oh great, it’s something fast-acting. Wonderful. Love it. Absolutely perfect. Couldn’t have asked for anything better. Fuck my very existence”. Meanwhile, the rest of the class erupts into screaming as the building continues to shake.

“Quiet down! Quiet down! A Cask Of Amontillado! Remain in your seats!”, Mr. Lancer points at Danny, “sit down! Standing is certainly less safe!”. While the rest of the class do indeed sit down on the floor, most hugging the walls, Danny’s too busy staring out the window as the sky slowly bleeds to a toxic glowing green. Groaning, “oh extra fuck me. Something tells me I’d rather snort Nasty sauce than deal with this. Goddamnit”.

While Danny’s off muttering to himself, Valerie slips and crashes into the classroom door, falling inside the classroom. Muttering to herself, “shit, there’s a teacher here. How the fuck am I supposed to-”. Mr. Lancer cuts off her mutterings, “Ms. Gray! Why aren’t you with your class!”. Valerie groans and reluctantly crawls into the classroom as Mr. Lancer aggressively motions for her to come in and sit down.

Danny can’t help but snicker at her misfortune, as he slides down the wall to sit down, muttering, “well at least both teenage superhero idiots are stuck by the suffering that is American Highschool”. Danny flops to lay down on the ground while most of his classmates' whimper. Deciding to lighten the mood, Danny chuckles, “I’m too old for this shit”.

Lester gapes at him, “you’re the same age as us? And do you just not care? We’re going to fucking die-”. Dash cuts him off, “oh like some wimpy wind is going to take me down!”.

Danny snickers, “naw, all you need is a shrink gun”.

“What was that Fentonio?”.

“A quip, witty banter, snide remark; you know, a joke”.

“Daniel, considering the situation we find ourselves in, I don’t think now’s the time to be baiting your peers!”.

Danny chuckles as the shaking stops partway through Mr. Lancer's words. Smirking from the floor, “I think the situation you’re complaining about isn’t a situation, in this situation”, pointing out the window, “but another situation has, clearly, been greenlit”.

Valerie glares at the ceiling, “Danny what the hell does that even me-”, cutting herself off as she looks where Danny’s pointing, “oh, oh fuck. Is that?”, looking down at Danny’s face, “that’s the Ghost Zone, isn’t it?”. Danny nods with a frown while Dash pipes up again, “wow Fentlowaskey, what did your screwed up parents screw up now?”. While Paulina’s crying about Phantom saving them, Danny rolls his eyes and sits up, “this daily dose of ghostly suffering is brought to you by the colour white”.

Mr. Lancer gets up, cracking his knees and back as he does, before helping students get up. Talking at Danny as he helps up Nathan, “and how would you know that, Mr. Fenton?”. Danny jabs his thumb at the window, “white jet spewing blue glitter, the STI of the craft world just assfucked us into the Ghost Zone”.

Dash whimpers and looks out the window, attempting to not appear as scared as he actually is, “b-but they could have just made the s-sky green right? We’re not, like, actually in the Ghost Zone?!”.

Danny frowns as he stands, batting away Mr. Lancers offered hand, “seems we are. But it’s not like this is the f-”. Dash cuts Danny off, crying out, “oh god we’re dead! I can’t be dead! I’m too awesome!”. Danny just stares at the freaking out jock for a second, while the rest of the class slowly starts to panic more.

Danny facepalms, not wanting everyone to utterly lose their shit any further, “Dash, you are not dead, we are not dead. We’ve been over this once before. In the Ghost Zone doesn’t equal dead. We’ve been here before, remember?”. Dash stops and lets his arms flop down to his sides, “oh...right”. This seems to settle down most of the other students, with a couple even starting to snicker at the jock.

Danny shuffles his feet, looking to find a way to get away, “soooo. I'mma just gonna go get my parents”. Valerie snaps her head towards him, “oh yeah! I, um, I’ll go with! Make sure Danny doesn’t get sidetracked or whatever”. Danny rolls his eyes but smirks, knowing full well what she’s doing, but he only gets two steps before Mr. Lancer grabs both him and Valerie. Mr. Lancer shakes his head at the two of them, “oh no, I’m certain the Fenton’s are well aware of Amity’s current predicament. So as is required in these situations, we will be staying together. As a class. And make our way into the parking lot”. The entirety of the class groans, but none louder than Danny; who full-on tilts his head back and sags his body, in an overacted show of annoyance and exasperation.

Mr. Lancer doesn’t let go of their wrists as he does a headcount, fully aware of the twos tendency to run off; even when doing so should be impossible, with Danny particularly.

Eventually, all of Casper High is gathered outside and most are gaping at the sky. Valerie glares daggers at it, blatantly annoyed. While Danny is relaxed and sitting on the grass, Mr. Lancer standing next to him. Danny chuckles at Valerie, “what? Trying to glare it to Death?”.

“It’s already dead, Danny. But if glaring would make it go away, I’d find a way to glare harder”.

“Now that I’d like to see. Not sure glaring harder is possible. But if you developed eye death rays then your glare would be literally deadly”, Danny just smirks as she glares at him before opening his mouth again, “anyway...standing around ain’t doing shit sooooo...”. Danny gets up and attempts to bolt off, promptly getting caught by Ms. Teslaff, “awwww, come on...”.

“Thank you Ms. Teslaff”, Mr. Lancer walks up and pretty well drags Danny back, “I’m pretty sure this one doesn’t know how to stay for more than twenty minutes”. Danny grumbles, “I’m not a dog”.

Dash sneers, “you’re about as well trained as one”.

“Dash...that, that doesn’t even make sense. Dogs are known for being well trained or trainable. No fucker’s training me to obey their shit”, Danny smirks at Dash, “but props for pretending to have enough brain cells to be witty. You still get an F though”.

“Fuck you Fentone”.

The relative peace and calm that Danny had effectively settled over everyone by being a cheeky little shit, gets disturbed by a crash and following explosion. Resulting in tons of screaming students and adults. Danny sighs, “oh for fucks sake”, before grumbling into his hand, “you’d think by now everyone would be used to explosions and shit. But no, they still lose their shit”. Danny then can’t help but bark out a laugh. As two lightly smoking GIW agents come running, from the direction of a billowing pillar of smoke. Danny stands up and smirks at the men, “what? Did you think damning our town to death wasn’t enough of a burn so you burned yourselves for good measure?”.

“We’ll have you know, that, we had found a way to rid this town of all its ecto-entities”, the wheezing agent glances around, “this, wasn’t supposed to happen though”.

Danny laughs, “wow, big surprise, real shocker, absolutely bewildering. Who would have thought the GIW would screw up with something ghostly?”.

Valerie mutters, “everyone”, before pointing at and snapping at the two agents, “why do you guys have to mess up every single thing you do? Like, look at this mess? What did you even hope to accomplish?”, shaking her head aggressively and attempting to stomp up to the men but getting stopped by Mr. Lancer. Valerie snaps at them again while trying to shake off Mr. Lancer, “what did you idiots even do? How the hell do you send an entire town into the freaking Ghost Zone?!?”.

Danny chuckles at Valerie, though frowns at the agents, “it has happened before though. So this isn’t exactly a first”. Valerie snaps her head around to him, “a ghost did that, that’s different. Ghosts fuck shit up by their very nature”. Danny rolls his eyes while the second agent responds, “we were attempting to rid this place of such nuisances, using ecto particle homing dust”. The first agent nods, “designed to send anything ecto back to the Ghost Zone”.

Danny groans before laughing at their sheer stupidity, “you mean to say, you used something that teleports anything ghostly into the Ghost Zone...on a town...that is...coated and bathed and infused and embedded, with ectoplasm”, laughing again, “of course the entire fucking place went to the dead side!”.

Both agents glare at him, before one speaks up, “you’re the Fenton boy, aren’t you?”, that agent shakes his head, “it only teleports things with sentient ectoplasm and things contaminated by latent ectoplasm. Not free-floating ectoplasm. General ecto-contaminated things and people shouldn’t have been affected!”.

Danny’s not sure if it would have been better if it only affected him, but this does make a ton more sense now. Seeing as Amity Park was a ghostly lair, his ghostly lair, and thus coated and filled with his latent ectoplasm. Raising an eyebrow and pointing at the men, “so ghosts, ghost items, and ghost lairs? Are you twats incapable of basic research? Maybe you should add some gray to your colour schemes, might encourage the development of some gray matter up in those bigoted heads of yours”.

“Of course that’s what it targets! That doesn’t explai-”. Danny cuts the agent off, “holy fuck, what rank are you two? I’d like to know just what level of stupid I’m dealing with here, that way I know how slowly I have to speak”.

“Daniel, that’s quite enough. While I’m aware your family, and thusly you, are highly ecto-knowledgeable; harassing government agents, who could help us, isn’t productive”, Mr. Lancer speaks while Danny rolls his eyes at him.

Both agents cross their arms, “agents L and G. We’re both beta class. Now if you have any information paramount to our situation, you’d be advised to give it to those of us who can make use of such knowledge”.

Danny sneers at them and gestures mockingly, “what? You? You couldn’t use the back half of a barn to herd braindead sheep, none the less actually fix this shit”, Danny waves off their glares, “but with that low rank that means that at least you’re not too stupid, and you’re young. So you couldn’t have been indoctrinated for too long. Anyway,”, Danny puts one hand on his hip and gestures to their surroundings and other people, “Amity Park, its buildings, its people, its pets, its damn air. All of it is coated and ecto-contaminated by latent ectoplasm and free-floating ectoplasm...This whole town is a ghostly lair, you dolts”.

Everyone gapes at Danny while Valerie whirls around and shouts incredulously, “WHAT!?!”. Mr. Lancer sputters, “are-are you quite certain about this Daniel?”. Danny nods while both agents shout, “that is hardly possible! Child! Ghosts can’t sustain themselves on earth! None the less establish an earth-based lair!”.

“You’re not wr-”, Danny gets cut off by a massive dragon ghost flat-out landing directly behind the two agents, causing both of them to jump into the air in shock. The ghost dragon lashes out its tail, batting both men into a wall. Danny groans, “great, idiots onto dragons. Lovely”.

While the ghost dragon breathes purple flames into the air at random Valerie jerks her head around, trying to figure out if anyone has any way to defend or fight; thoroughly annoyed when no one does and watching everyone fleeing or hiding all over the place. Well except some people who are frozen in place...and Danny, who’s just groaning loudly at the sky. Muttering to herself, “and like always I’m the only one close to capable”. Danny smirks, having easily heard her, “ouch, must you insult me so? I’ll have you know I am capable, of some things”.

After the ghost dragon slams down Its tail a little too close for comfort to the collection of humans, and starts slamming Its wings into buildings and the ground at random, the remaining humans begin to huddle together; with Mr. Lancer practically dragging Danny along. Valerie manages to tuck and roll out of the converging humans; while Danny goes wide-eyed, realising she intends to go full Red up in this shit. Blinking rapidly while multiple people gasp, as Valerie summons out her suit. She mutters all the while, “secrets aren't worth death”, smirking under her helmet, “besides, it’s not like I’ve got anything to be ashamed of”, before gliding off to battle the ghost dragon.

Danny mutters, “fucking props to you, you crazy huntress”, before glancing at the GIW men. Tickled pink that they’re unconscious, and pretty sure Red is equally as pleased by that.

Everyone else, meanwhile, freaks out.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”.

“VALERIE!”.

“MS. GRAY! Do you have any idea how dangerous what you’ve been doing is!”.

“HOLY SHIT! My classmates a freaking ghost hunter!”.

“That’s hot....”.

Danny can’t help but sputter and cough at that last one he hears, muttering to himself as he sits on the ground lazily, “I mean, the guy’s not wrong”, while Red’s blasting off ecto-shots, Danny taps on his chin, “probably says something about me that my attempted murder is an attractive quality in someone. There’s probably a kink for that or some shit”, chuckling, “I’ll have to ask Tuck about that, creepy womanising fucker always knows bout that shit”.

Danny can’t help the slight proud smile as Red captures the ghost dragon in her own thermos, before he looks out to the surrounding Ghost Zone. Grumbling, “this many humans, gonna attract more ghosties”. Danny groans before planting his hands into the grass, in between his crossed legs. As discretely as he can, Danny pushes and manipulates his latent ectoplasm in the environment and the Ghost Zone’s ectoplasm to slowly form a ghost shield around the town. The forming shield, unsurprisingly, doesn’t go unnoticed; promptly causing more freakouts.  

“OH GOD!”.

“WHAT THE FUCK!...AGAIN!”.

“Are we being attacked?!?!!”.

“GREAT GATSBY!”.

Red’s staring up and mutters, “that...that’s just a ghost shield...”, just as Maddie comes running over to the group. Mr. Lancer was about to be soothed by Vale-The Red Huntresses words, until he caught sight of Maddie’s deeply concerned face. Maddie shouts, “that’s not a hunter made shield! Don’t be fooled!”. Danny mutters at the ground and his hands, “well fuck, there goes one explanation”.

Maddie runs up to the principal, “is everyone here? Everyone safe? Danny?”. The principal looks around quickly before nodding, eliciting a relieved sigh from Maddie before she spins around to face the group, “alright everyone! Just stay together while us Fenton’s figure out who, or more likely what, is making the shield and why! You all just wait for your families!”.

While Danny grumbles about being offhandedly called a ‘what’. Dash sneers, “does that include every Fenton. Cause I certainly ain’t putting any faith in a wimp”. Danny would glare but he easily hears a few people mutter about how they’d take Danny over Jack any day. So it’s rather hard for Danny to actually be annoyed. Danny sneers right back, “the only one you put faith in, is yourself. And last I recall, you’ve been screaming like a little bitch”, Dash glares at him while Danny chuckles, “while I’m quite content. Not a worry to be found. Everything’s fucked, but that’s expected at this point. Everything’s always fucked”.

In truth Danny was fucking worried, his entire lair and all his humans were in the fucking Ghost Zone! And not intentionally. And punching the lights out of the ones responsible was both useless and pointless. Danny mutters, “seeing as their lights currently are ou- oh? Okay, never mind”, Danny groans and facepalms painfully hard as the two agents stagger upright.

Maddie points at them, having had her attention drawn to them because of their movement, “this is your doing, isn’t it?”. Danny stands up, unsure whether she’s talking about the shield or the fact that they’re in the Ghost Zone. But deciding that he’d rather have the attention off his shield, and the dumb fucks really were responsible for the Ghost Zone issue. Danny turns to her and speaks, “for the in Zone shit? Yup, we’ve already established that. Not particularly helpful info unless you’re just looking to mock them though”. Maddie nods curtly at Danny before turning to glare at the GIW men.

Danny’s chuckling at the glaring match until he spots Red, staring and gaping at him, out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head and raising an eyebrow, slightly concerned because fuck knows why she’s staring, “uh? What’s with the face? Did ya break a brain cell or have you realised I’m still a looker”. Dash snorts, “the only thing worth looking at you for, Fentit, is to better aim my fist at your face”. While Red sputters incoherently and waves her hands erratically at Danny.

Nearly everyone jumps as two ectopusses slam into the shield before flying off dazed. Red jerks and shakes her head, taking a step towards Danny; hardly believing what she’s seeing, “Danny you...you’re...this is”, glaring at him, “you’re doing this, it’s you. The shield, it’s you”.

Danny responds nervously, “uh, pretty sure I’m not a shield”, muttering to himself, “though I wind up being one too damn often”. A good portion of the group is shooting both of them worried and confused glances while Red shakes her head, “no. No, you’re making it. Made it? Whatever. What the fuck Danny?”.

Maddie finally pays attention to them now, “oh don’t be silly, humans can’t do that. Even one lone ghost couldn’t create a shield of this size”. Danny snorts but covers it up with a cough, since he knows she’s flat-out wrong. Pretty well all powerful ghosts could, it was just rather difficult and usually pointless. So why bother?

Red points at Danny and then taps on her helmet, a strange new visor visible, “I could, can, see it. The free-floating, er latent, ectoplasm. Around you. It’s wafting off you and swirling all around you, over you”, Red looks up at the shield while Danny twitches and mentally begs for her to shut up. Red continues speaking, still looking up, “it’s tied to and feeding into the shield. You’re doing it”. Red looks back at him, “and that’s not the onl-”.

Maddie cuts off Red as she speed walks cautiously towards Danny, who stands up quickly and holds his hands up in a surrendering motion, “sweetie? What does she mean? Surely you couldn’t be doing this?”, snapping her head around to Red, “let me see. The visor, let me see”. Red’s too stunned to refuse and slowly walks up, handing the extra attachment over to Maddie as she gapes at, the clearly awkward and uncomfortable, Danny.

[theoddcatlady]

Hickey

A great one night stand leaves two things for me: great memories and no strings attached. Bonus points is if there’s no evidence left behind. But sometimes one cannot get lucky enough for that bonus.

“Oooooh, someone got a little action this weekend,” Aisha teased as she slid over to my cubicle on her chair, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

I laughed sheepishly and rubbed my neck, where the still prominently red hickey stood out from my skin, like a proud signal of ‘I got laid’. “Yeah. He got a lil mouthy,” I said.

Aisha laughed and slapped her knee. “Least someone around here is. Who was it? Was it Ben? Oh my god, Chris, it better have been Ben!”

“No, no,” I waved that off, Ben was straighter than a ruler and I was too impatient to try to change that, “some guy I met at the bar. Sexy as hell, name was uh...” I had to rack my brain for a few seconds, “Claud? Or something weird like that.”

Aisha wrinkled her nose. “Not something I’d imagine screaming, but eh, could be worse. What was he like? Appearance wise, appearance wise, I’m not interested in every dirty detail!” She raised her hands as if she expected to be physically bombarded with tales about exactly how big his throbbing dick was.

I had to bite down on my lip to stop from laughing too hard. “Uh, tall. Dark hair. Accent, I think it was Russian... Broad shoulders. Washboard abs. Really standoffish at first but I got him to warm up after a few shots. But yeah, super mouthy. You can’t even see the ones under my shirt, I look like I’m polka dotted.” I rubbed my neck again. “How bad is it?”

“Honestly, it can pass for a bug bite.” Aisha slid back to her desk. “I think I just saw Bianca, act like you’ve been working all morning.”

A good friend knew when to stop gossiping. The time to stop gossiping was when the bitchy boss came into the area and started stalking about like a wildcat.

About noonish, my mouth was dryer than the Sahara Desert. I reached for my water bottle only to find that I’d already emptied it. Super thirsty thanks to the dry ass air conditioning. I groaned and got up to refill it.

“Don’t be slacking, Chris,” Bianca quipped as she walked on by. I pressed my lips together, ignoring the urge to remind her that I could absolutely get up to get something to drink before walking to the bathroom.

Once I was in there, I decided to take a piss too- I’d seriously been downing water all morning.

I just finished pissing when the door opened. I caught sight of Ben walking into the washroom, looking like he’d just been told he had three weeks to live. I zipped up and went to wash my hands. “You look like hell,” I deadpanned.

“My wife just sent me divorce papers.”

Oooh. In my shock I accidentally turned on the hot water too high, burning my hands. I hissed and quickly added cold water. “Ouch. Um… sorry?” I was horrible for these kind of situations. Especially since Ben was ultra fucking sexy. Hard to concentrate on things.

“It’s… I just…” Ben ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what the fuck I did wrong, you know man?”

As someone with commitment issues, I could more along the lines of what Ben’s wife was thinking, but I knew that’d be a dick move to bring up. “She’s a bitch if she’s not even gonna try to make it work,” I said as I dried my hands. “You’re a great guy, she’s clearly fucking this up.”

Ben sighed and leaned back, but I caught a hint of a smile on his lips. “Thanks, man. I gotta get back to work… hey, is that a hickey or a spider bite?” His eyes landed on my neck and I cleared my throat and adjusted my collar.

“Former.”

“Nice, er… maybe not nice. It looks really uncomfortable,” Ben walked up to the other sink and splashed water on his face, “I gotta get back to work. Keep the divorce thing on the downlow, kay?” With that, he walked out.

Frowning, I examined the hickey in the mirror. It did kinda look worse than it felt, it actually looked a little… swollen. Weird.

The next morning I stumbled into the bathroom, wondering if there was anything nice I could say to Ben. I like the single and ready to mingle life, I don’t know how people tie themselves down to someone for a more permanent situation.

I stepped into the shower and looked down at my chest.

And then I screamed.

I leaped out of the shower, nearly slamming my dick into the counter. I looked at the mirror, wondering if it was just a trick of the light, but my stomach dropped so hard I felt myself nearly puke.

My chest was covered in what looked like swollen bug bites, bright red and irritated. I poked one and my stomach churned. What the actual shit. I sunk to the floor and touched the one just below my belly button, it looked like Rudolph’s fucking nose. It gave under my harder prods, like an oversized pimple.

I remembered Claud sucking extra hard right about there.

Shit. I had an STI. I was going to die.

The hardest one to hide was, of course, on my neck. Turtlenecks were not my style, but I did not want to show off my ‘hickey’. Aisha rolled over to my desk, her lips pursed in a concerned manner. “Whoa, Chris. What’s with the turtle neck? Getting tired of the hickey jokes?” She asked.

I swallowed. This was humiliating. “Um… yeah, sure. It just gets a lil old. Plus I might be visiting my mom tonight and she still thinks I’m a straight virgin. Can’t have her realizing I got my ass rammed by a hot guy Saturday,” I said, trying to keep my voice level.

Aisha was a good friend, so she knew something was up, but she was also a good friend who knew to back off. She chewed her bottom lip before she nodded. “Okay, okay. I can’t blame you. I’ll lay off too,” She said before rolling back to her desk. Right on time too, Bianca the Vulture was doing her rounds.

I kept my eyes glued to my computer until I got so thirsty my lips started to crack. I could feel blood welling up on the inside of my mouth. I got up and walked to the bathroom to refill my water bottle.

It was halfway full when I felt my neck twitch.

Gasping, I pulled down my collar to reveal the painfully large lump. It twitched again, noticeably, before it began to pulse.

The fucking STD pimple from hell was pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

I couldn’t breathe. I carefully prodded it with my finger and it squirmed. I jerked my hand away and nearly lost my balance. I couldn’t fucking breathe. What the actual shit was wrong with me?!

“There you are!”

Hearing a woman’s voice in the men’s bathroom is really not something you want to hear at the best of times, least when you’re me. And at this moment, I really wanted to tell Bianca exactly what I thought of her stupid bottle blond perm as she strutted in like she owned the place.

She set her hands on her hips as I slowly turned around, keeping the monstrosity of a bump on my neck covered with my hand. “You’ve been in here ten minutes and you’re just primping in the mirror. Don’t think this won’t turn up in your next review!” She shook a finger at me before she wrinkled her nose. “What the hell are you doing? Put your hand down, it’s creeping me out!”

“I’m taking care of something,” I managed to say in a strangled tone, “I think I need to go home, I’m… I’m not well.”

“Bullshit!” Bianca strode up and ripped my hand down, her eyes turning baseball size when she saw the thing on my neck. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck-”

The lump exploded, yellow-green pus covering her face and wide open mouth. For once, Bianca had nothing to say, only to look frantically at the glob that had landed on her fingernail before my neck exploded in excruciating pain.

I collapsed back against the counter, banging my head as it felt like something was pulling on my neck. No, not on my neck. Inside. From the inside of my fucking neck. I couldn’t see it. I just felt it pulling itself from the newfound wound and in a dark blur launched itself into Bianca’s mouth.

Bianca gagged loudly before her eyes rolled back, the veins in the whites popping and flooding her eyes with blood before she collapsed on the ground, writhing like she was being electrocuted. My head felt light, I could only watch as her body twitched a few more times before going deathly still. No breathing. No movement. I blacked out after that.

I woke up on an unknown couch. The place was nice. Super nice. I sat up and nearly cried, black dots swarming in front of my eyes that forced me to lay back down.

“Chris? You okay?”

Ben walked into the room and I swore I was in heaven. When Ben dressed down, he dressed down. Sweatpants, t-shirt. Had a bleach stain on said t-shirt. Not gonna lie- it was fucking hot.

Memories of Bianca’s bloody eyes killed any thoughts of getting turned on.

Ben sat at the end of the couch, those perfect fucking eyes looking at me. He looked so damn worried.

“We found you and Bianca… well, Bianca’s body in the bathroom. Doc says it looks like she had an aneurysm burst. Ticking time bomb. I mean, I hated her, but Jesus, what a way to go. I offered to take you back to my place to keep an eye on you, you might have a concussion and we’ll go the hospital if you feel like you need it.” He reached forward and rested a hand on my knee. “What happened?”

I opened my mouth and made the least sexy gurgling sound imaginable. Fucking kill me.

“I’ll get you something to drink.”

Water! God, water sounded amazing right now. When he returned with a bottle, I drained the thing so fast it was probably embarrassing, water dripping down my chin. I cleared my throat, god. Still so fucking thirsty. “Thanks,” I croaked.

“Good thing I grabbed two,” Ben laughed as he handed me the one he’d taken a sip or two from. I sucked that one down at a more respectable rate, finally feeling a little quenched. I still didn’t sit up though. I learned my lesson.

“I… I think I’m sick.”

Ben’s eyebrows drew together and he leaned forward. “Yeah? What’s wrong?” He said.

God, he was gonna get freaked out. I whimpered as I pulled up my shirt, shuddering once I saw the ‘hickeys’. They’d gotten worse, some starting to turn purple at their tip and becoming cone shaped. Ben gasped and shot back, his face twisted with revulsion. “Fucking Christ! What happened to you?” He breathed out.

I sobbed as I began to pull my shirt back down. “I don’t fucking know, man. I was just… these all happened after…” I felt my nose start to get all drippy. Boy. That was sexy.

Ben stopped me and slowly touched one of the hickeys. It pulsed and swelled. He breathed in sharply, still obviously thinking ‘what the actual fuck?’ but also a little fascinated. “The time you got the hickey?” He guessed.

“Dude, I swear to god, I used protection,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “I’m not an idiot, I’m a fucking gay guy whose uncle died from fucking AIDs… the guy was all over me though. And I swear to god each one of his lil marks he left turned into… these...” I sobbed and covered my face. Ben was going to freak the fuck out. I was fucked.

Again, Ben touched one of the swollen lumps. “I’m not assuming anything, I promise, shit happens… but… what are they?” He asked.

“… This one,” I pointed at my neck, which had been bandaged up when I was out, “Something… something came out of it. And it attacked Bianca. And… and it killed her.”

Ben jerked back much quicker. “Fuck!” He eyed the hickeys again, clearly much more careful. “But… how… that’s not… they’re going to open soon?” He guessed.

I glanced down and saw that the one he’d touched had begun to twitch. I whimpered as I covered it. “Just go, get out of here. I’m fucking dead, man.”

Ben got up, looking ready to run out the front door… before he sat down and started to rub the lump. I gasped and swatted his hand away. “Jesus, what are you doing?!” I shrieked.

“… I mean. I might as well be dead too.”

Ben glanced around the room, his eyes started to seem whimsical. “We’d been married so long. Ten years this November. Highschool sweethearts. Prom King and Queen,” definitely not shocked he was Prom King, “and I was finally bringing up having kids… and she’s gone.” His chest shuddered.

He was crazy. He was fucking crazy. “Come on, Ben, don’t be stupid. Please. You have so much going for you!” Especially with Bianca having kicked it, he’d be in line for a promotion. Morbid way to think about it, but fair, I figured.

“No I don’t.” Ben sniffed and wiped his eyes quickly. “I… I really don’t. And hey, at least this way you won’t be alone?”

Alone.

I didn’t realize that once he’d left I’d be alone. With these fucking twitching lumps that used to be hickeys. And god, I hated being alone. I’d rather have my innards ripped out than be alone. And I’d especially not want to die alone.

I took his hand and sobbed. “God, you’re a fucking moron, Ben,” I said as the lump slowly began to swell.

He nodded before he brought his fingers up and like popping a pimple, squished the largest lump.

The smell of pus and rotten flesh filled the air and I started to gag. What the hell was wrong with me?! How had I not felt pain?! How was I still not in pain!?

The pain kicked in when the thing began to crawl from my ribs.

It was like a worm, a brown worm with yellow stripes lining its side. It probably wasn’t longer than a shoelace and didn’t seem to have eyes. It squirmed out from inside me, my skin making a squelching sound. Its parasitical jaws opened, three teeth from its small mouth extending out. Ben was frozen, staring at that thing.

Then he reached up and petted it.

I could’ve laughed if it didn’t hurt. Ben was petting a goddamn murderous snake-worm parasite that had eaten god knows how much of me. It was fucking crazy.

Instead of trying to rip his throat out though, the parasite seemed to croon, leaning into his touch. It rubbed against his fingers before its teeth set into his finger. Ben screeched as blood started pouring from the stub that was once his pointer finger. The parasite squealed as it crawled from my chest and dove for his stomach.

Ben’s mouth opened in a silent scream as it burrowed in, I caught a glimpse of its fin like tail before it was gone. Ben’s eyes went glassy before he collapsed on top of me… and with his weight he successfully burst all of the remaining hickeys on my chest.

I screamed as the parasites erupted from my skin and punctured through Ben’s, Ben’s eyes going blank as they chewed right through his shirt and into his skin. One bit through his neck and blood spurted onto my face. I cried and clung onto the couch and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for things to become dark and for me to finally just fucking die.

But that didn’t happen.

I didn’t lose consciousness. I didn’t start to go numb. Everything remained as sharp and painful as when it first started. And even though I thought I was stuck to a dead guy, Ben was just as alive as I was.

It must’ve been hours after it first started when Ben finally seemed to come back to life. He gasped and tried to pull back, only for the worms connecting our bodies to screech and their bodies to go taut. Ben cried out and fell back on top of me.

“… I think they’re eating me,” He gasped out.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m… I’m fuckin sorry, man,” I whimpered.

Ben’s bloody hand reached up to my face and stroked it. “… Not your fault,” He groaned before passing out again.

Outside grew dark. I felt tired. Ben kept drifting in and out. I knew we had to die soon.

Then two of the worms flopped from our bodies and scooted to the door. No! I whimpered and reached for them as they squalled and made their way out of the house from underneath a crack in the door.

“What happened?” Ben slurred.

I cried. Not more people. Not more people.

The two returned back hours later, this time through the window. They had to break it, the shattering of the glass making me jump and the parasites complained about how they were jostled about. The two who returned were much fatter now, and as they squirmed in through holes in my ribs I felt something tear into my stomach.

And then I felt… better.

Ben clearly felt the same effect. He blinked and looked around, even a little color returning to his cheeks. “The fuck?” He muttered.

I reached up and gripped his bicep, pulling back as much as our torsos would allow. Our skin was flayed out, the holes passages between our bodies as the parasites dived in and out. Their squeals grew musical, like they were singing a song.

I laughed.

“They’ll… they’ll take care of us, Ben. We’re their home now. They’ll take care of us.”

[andinewton]

Healing the Hurt - Avengers Redemption Series - Part Two - Chapter 51 Epilogue 1 continued

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Amelia Richards (OFC), pretty much everyone from the MCU appears at some point!

Pairings: Bucky x Amelia (ofc)

Warnings:  Chronic pain, physical disability, implied smut, eventual smut, swearing, fertility issues, pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, Stark has a heart.

Word Count:  151372 (complete with additional epilogues added)

Summary: 
Everything is going well at Avengers Tower, Bucky is integrating into the team slowly but surely; he longs for his confidence back but knows it's going to be a long road, never more than when he meets the new secretary at his doctor's office.

Amelia Richards is a career SHIELD agent, recruited straight out of college into the "company" but now she finds herself passed around from department to department, her latest position as a secretary at Avengers Tower proving monotonous compared to her former life, but when James "Bucky" Barnes walks into her office one Friday evening everything changes…

Join Bucky as he rediscovers parts of himself he had thought long lost with someone who considered herself broken for a long time, helping one another heal in more ways than one…

Master List

Chapter 51 - Epilogue 1 continued

Summary:  Nat thinks what we're all thinking...

‘Ginger tea.’ Natasha put the cup down in front of Amelia and she pulled a face at the smell. ‘It’s good for nausea. ‘Can’t I just go sleep it off?’ She asked hopefully. ‘No.’ Nat took the seat beside her at the circular table in the common area kitchen, Wanda having run to the store at Nat’s request. ‘How long have you felt ill?’ ‘I’m not ill.’ Amelia argued. ‘I’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll be fine.” ‘Maybe not.’ Nat suggested. ‘I know what you’re going to say to this idea, but just hear me out. Could you be pregnant?’ ‘You know I can’t be.’ Amelia laughed at the suggestion. ‘But if you could be, could you be?’ Amelia pulled a face at her. ‘That doesn’t even make any sense.’ Nat rubbed her forehead and sighed. ‘You’ve been having sex, right?’ ‘Right.’ She picked up her tea and sipped it, wrinkling her nose at the unusual flavour.

‘And you don’t use protection, right?’ ‘Because I can’t get pregnant and neither of us can contract or carry STI’s.’ Amelia reminded her. ‘And why can’t either of you contract STI’s?’ Nat asked slowly and deliberately. ‘I didn’t bump my head, why the twenty questions?’ Nat put both hands flat on the table and counted to five silently. ‘You both have super soldier healing abilities, you don’t get ill, you can’t contract diseases.’ ‘Yeah.’ Amelia dragged the word out, assuming Nat was going somewhere and wishing she would get to the point. ‘And. It. Could. Have. Healed. Your. Other. Problems. Too.’ She said pointedly. Amelia laughed. ‘No, I don’t think so.’ ‘You checked that, when you checked your healed nerve damage?’ ‘I, well…no?’ Amelia said meekly. ‘Oh shit.’ She whispered. ‘Which is why Wanda just went to get you a test.’ ‘A test. A test? A test!’ Amelia went from impassive, to not understanding to panicked in three sentences. ‘At least you’ll know.’ Nat patted her hand. ‘No! No, I can’t, no!’ She got up and walked away before turning back and looking at her with wide eyes. ‘Milly, calm down. If you are it will be fine.’ ‘Not fine! This is not fine!’ She yelled. ‘I told Bucky we wouldn’t be having…things! He’ll think I lied to him!’ Nat got up and walked up to her, a small smile on her face. ‘You are both great with kids, the park just proved that all the more, Bucky loves you and he will love any number of little…things you create. Relax, take the test, and go from there.’ Amelia buried her face in her hands and growled into them. ‘But if I am…’ She didn’t know how to finish the sentence. ‘Sweetie,’ Nat pulled her hands down and looked her straight in the eye, ‘if you are, you are. If it has happened is it such a big deal? You love one another, you’re amazing together, and it would be a miracle. Wouldn’t you like your own little miracle?’ Amelia just stared at her. She didn’t know, she had assumed this would never be an option for her; first off she wasn’t looking for a relationship, then she found out she couldn’t anyway…but now, Bucky, and…maybe… ‘I…guess?’ ‘Okay, let me try another angle. We save the panicking until we know for sure then you can either accept it and be happy or freak out and I can beat you up the side of your head. Deal?’ ‘No deal!’ She waved her finger at her. ‘I still have bruises from when we sparred two days ago!’ ‘Then accept it or…there are other options.’ Nat shrugged. ‘What?’ Amelia stammered, her eyes going wider, although Nat hadn’t thought it was possible. ‘You know, adoption, or…’ ‘No. No, I don’t think I could…’ She sighed. ‘That kind of made my mind up, didn’t it?’ ‘That if you are you wouldn’t consider anything else? Yeah, it did.’ Nat pulled her into a hug. ‘You’d be an amazing mom, Milly.’ ‘You’d be an amazing god-mum.’ Amelia said quietly and it made Nat squeeze her all the tighter.

Chapter 52

[strawberryhyena]

Oh my god this resonates with me. There was a point in my current career (I work QC for a plastic injection molding company dealing mostly in bio tech) where I actually ended up work free over time because I kept getting this speech, not from my boss, but the company owner. Now I did everything in my power to leave on time but it was especially busy for some reason during those months and I’d usually end up working about an hour over every day Monday-Friday.

In my mind it couldn’t be helped. The workload was insane. And as to why the owner was suddenly freaked over overtime was probably because I had more over time the last two previous month than anybody else in the company, or at least was near the very top of the list. (Small company or 50 people or less tho) suddenly it did not matter how much work I had or how hard I was working to get it done, I could have NO UNAUTHORIZED OVERTIME. This was frustrating.

The company also to this day won’t give the title Assistant Manager to me for my department even though I have functioned as one for the last year and a half or so. So I actually help manage my off shift coworkers and take more at home calls for work than my manager.

I just convinced myself someday the good karma would find me and that I was just staying late to help tomorrowself. I convinced myself that if you think about it, it’s just a minor pay cut. I convinced myself that down the road they would remember my hard work and I’d finally be rewarded for my suffering. I convinced myself it was for the greater good and some how some way the universe would give me a pat on the back and reward my efforts. I convinced myself that if you ever want to advance in a company sometimes you have to make sacrifices.

Bullshit. Don’t do this for a company it just breeds resentment. Those things you convinced yourself that would happen will not happen. They are using you!

This owner didn’t give me my full 2$ yearly raise based on the behavior of a supervisor in another department. Saying I needed to learn to work better with them then maybe I could earn that other 1$. I had to sit through a lunch thing with my manager, the supervisor, and the owner over this bullshit. I worked fine with them, they were the ones who always lost their tempter and straight up would yell at me when I told them something was wrong. I usually would go to my manager close to tears because I don’t take being yelled at very well. He is an asshole and still is! No improvements have been made though I tried harder he still has yelled at me twice since this dumb lunch.

He then sold the company 2-3 months later after that. He should have given me my full raise and been done but nope. And lemme tell you he took everyopportunity to tell you how God was great and helpful and life lessons you didn’t ask for. He thought he was the best.

New company owners are nicer but they took away all the music so now nobody can listen to music while working. This destroyed me because it helps my depression but that’s off topic. I still haven’t gotten my other 1$ raise and I work my ass off. I don’t donate as much time usually only 15-30 mins a day but I’m allowed to bill a little overtime.

In short don’t work free over time, you’re worth being paid. They won’t remember your hard work down the road and how much you suffered and bled for them. If a company doesn’t see how hard you work and then later screws you over it’s time to rethink how you work. Sometimes you have to let failures happen for them to make them see that you NEED to stay late to insure bullshit doesn’t happen on the offshift.

And I can assure you when I don’t stay late and something starts up on a press after I’m gone for some stupid reason, there is like a 40% chance of bullshit. And I’m usually blamed for them not being better prepared. But you know what ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don’t give away your life to those who don’t appreciate you and your hard work. Life is too short to stay cooped up at work slaving away for free. I’m still working on this and it’s hard to “let future self suffer the consequences” of not staying late now. But you’re paid to clean up the off shift mess, so why shouldn’t you be paid to prevent it?

I love you my lemon drops. I hope this helpful to somebody. Maybe my suffering will prevent somebody else from suffering.

[mrandyzavala]

Hi! I'm Back!

Hiiiiiiii Oh god, it's been so long.  So first: I AM SO SORRY.

I'm on my knees! Or sitting in a swivel chair.  

Second, there's a reason I took a hiatus....and then continued to write and rewrite the next blog....and then procrastinated. So first let me thank two dear friends who have been actively involved in marine mammal training for helping me get this latest blog out to the universe.  It was seriously like a gigantic poop that needed to come out, but just wouldn't no matter how many trips to the ol' W.C. it took. (Look, you are all zookeepers so I feel like you can handle this analogy.)

God that feels good

For those of you who don't know, I left the field to pursue the equally amazing field of forensic science.  Yes, I voluntarily put myself in FAFSA debt so I could hopefully one day be gainfully employed dealing with delicious science.  Mostly, I just wanted a lab coat and to use pipettes every day.  Anyways, I've been working hard at getting my M.S. in forensic science.  I LOVE it but it has completely taken over my life.  And I've been doing a lot of thinking about the marine mammal community....what it was like to leave it, what it's like to be on the outside, and what overlap there'll be in my new chosen field with the old one.  There are a few things I want to talk about.

The pipe really drives it home

First, some of the reason why it took me so long to publish this blog is because - honestly- I was pretty angry.   Was it at animal rights activists?  Or did I turn anti-captivity?

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.  ...but candy. 

No and no.  While there have been a few incidents that have really upset me that have had to do with animal rights extremists (Vancouver Aquarium, anyone?), the thing that really hurt me was the belief some of you had that I "went to the other side."  That sentiment started happening around the time I started at National Aquarium, and it seems like it kind of spiraled into a sad little story.

It doesn't have to be this way

So let's just make sure you all know, I am NOT anti-zoo.  You know what I am? I am pro-animal, like all of you.  I believe in the incredible work that many zoos and aquariums do.   Those are the places that put their animals first, and the ones who are willing to take feedback (no matter how critical) and use it to make themselves better.  That was something I thought I'd find at National Aquarium; they want to do something different for their animals.  And you know what? Their dolphins are AMAZING.  Their vet and training staff are some of the most dedicated I've ever seen, both towards the animals and towards the staff.  I thought it was a really cool idea to think about building a state of the art facility for the animals.  Here's something really interesting I've come across since starting my new journey: the forensic science field -especially fingerprint and firearms comparison- has been pretty heavily scrutinized by not just the media, but institutions like the National Institute for Justice.  I mean, reading this stuff made me think, "Oh my god, the marine mammal community knows what this feels like."  It's the same song you guys know: a combination of smart people and people with strong opinions but with basically no real world experience make some pretty sweeping, damning statements about things they really don't seem to understand.

Because I has strongish feelings

But what's interested me the most in this parallel situation is not so much how the criticism (or its delivery...including documentaries, websites, official reports, etc.) is similar.  It's how drastically different the forensic science community handled (handles?) it as compared to the marine mammal community. I love you guys, seriously.  But what we collectively are not doing very well is responding scientifically to our critics.  Yes, I know a handful of you have, which is awesome. But collectively, we still basically dig our heels in the sand and declare that we are the "experts"....without actually acting like experts in our response to our critics. If you're super mad at that last paragraph, you're proving my point.  We have a really distracting emotional response to Blackfish, Ric O'Barry, or the disgruntled guest who thinks our dolphins should have bigger habitats.  We respond with buzz words, but not with empirical evidence.  Let's look at an example I encountered quite a bit at one of my former facilities. When we were discussing building a larger habitat for the dolphins, who live in a 60 year old exhibit, these are actual replies we got from those who had the power to change the situation: "There's no evidence supporting the notion that larger habitats are better for dolphins." "Saying you want a bigger dolphin habitat is what an animal rights activist would say." "Saying we need a better habitat means the one we have is not adequate, and it's plenty adequate.  It far exceeds the USDA requirements."

Look what we did to this poor pup

Sigh.  Okay.  Do you see the problem yet?  I know some of you do, because I've talked to you on the phone, via email, or in person about this issue.  And it seems to be pretty standard at most (not all!!) places.  And the problem seems to be a combination of the following: 1) Lots of newer generation trainers do not tend to agree with management in terms of ethics of habitats, treatment, and focus of their animal programs. 2) Saying there is no evidence supporting that larger habitats are better is....a circular argument.  There is no evidence because there is very little true research on this topic.  Guys, that doesn't count.  YES of course there are quantifiable facts we can share with the world; bottlenose dolphins tend to live well past their average life span in human care.  They reproduce very well.  That is a testament to great care, but it is not the same as saying we have "research" to prove our habitats are the best they can be.   To be fair, we have cranked out a LOT of fantastic veterinary/physiological research.  We even have a good chunk of cognitive research out there, which is fantastic.  But we need more behavioral and "welfare" research.  We need to define how we scientifically define wellness, and then measure that within our various populations.  

Marry me.

You know what forensic science did when they got nailed on not having enough true research?  When a Obama's presidential committee said, "Uh, your science like, isn't valid and you don't have any research to prove it"?  They did research.   They said, "We really disagree with this statement, raaaahhh we are so mad!! WE ARE SO MAD WE ARE TOTALLY GONNA DO RESEARCH TO SHOW YOU!" and they did.  There was an EXPLOSION of research and publications.  And many of these institutions did not have a lot of funding.  They had to apply for grants, or do some magical things with their budgets.  They knew they had to make it happen not just for their critics, but for their field of discipline as well. Let me tack on here that one common argument against conducting research in marine mammal facilities I've encountered a lot is that we don't have time in between shows and interactions.  I understand we have to make money to spend it on the animals. But that cannot be the end of the conversation. If we want to make our animal care the best it can be, and we call ourselves experts in a scientific field, we HAVE to make time for research. That means we have to get creative with our daily programming.  Other places have done this successfully, and there are a lot of really smart, creative people in this field.  If you are not interested in finding time to do research, then let people on your team who are motivated to do so find a way.  It is absolutely possible in most cases. 

Everything I've ever learned, I've learned from Will Ferrel movies

3) Wanting something NEW and "better" does not automatically mean you suck right now.  Change is a good thing.  Change is not giving in to animal rights activists.  It's being the zoological scientists we are and saying, "Hmm, this aspect of our care is going well.  But this one isn't.  Or it could be better."

Be like Rafiki. 

Lastly, I think it's important to be careful how we handle trainers and zookeepers who have these different ideas.   It's not as simple as "if you're not with us, you're against us."  SO many of you guys have told me that's how you feel it is.  Many of you have left jobs hoping to find a place that shares your morals when it comes to marine mammal care.  Many of you say you're sticking around where you work so you can work your way up the ladder to get into a position to change things.  Many of you bite your tongue because you don't want to be labeled as an animal rights activist.  I totally get that, because I've been in that position too. For example, one of the biggest criticisms I heard about National Aquarium's decision?  That the dolphins would be put in sea-pens.  Sea pens.  Like, the kind they have at Dolphin Quest.  DRC.  The Navy.  Okay, are we sure that we don't like sea pens?

Cool!

Wait, maybe we don't like animals going from a manmade environment to natural sea water.  How we will acclimatize the animals?  Um, why don't we ask those questions when we transport dolphins from similar conditions? From natural and/or outdoor habitats to indoor, manmade ones and vice versa? Guys, we do this ALL the time.   I've literally dumped a dolphin who made a transcontinental transport into a pool with two other male dolphins with zero acclimation.  He was fine.  The others were fine.   What I'm saying is, we can't just freak out because a facility decides to try something different.  Our arguments become really emotional, and really hypocritical.  UNLESS.  Unless we say, "Hey, you know what, maybe if we're uncomfortable with transport protocol, we should collectively study this.  And you know what? Let's pair up with that place we're not totally in agreement with to work together to gather some information, swap some ideas." 

But not on Saturdays.

But we keep getting hung up on "letting the activists win" or "we have to stick together" and shut down new ideas.  Guys.  Stop.  The marine mammal community has got bigger goals to achieve.  We've got to look at our facilities and say, "Let's do some research" and "What's working really well here...and what's really NOT."  We have got to stop criticizing other facilities for stupid things like....maintaining natural social groups, phasing out shows, whatever.  Those facilities are not dolphin huggers or weaklings who caved to Blackfish.  Those facilities are managing their animals a) the way most zoos manage their animals....in natural situations and b) those facilities are cranking out some amazing research.  Let's not make fun of them.  What are they doing that is working?  It may not be exactly what you want to do, and that is okay.  What's even more okay is sharing info with each other without passing harsh, sophomoric judgment.  Come on! Let's have some fun! Let's dream!!! What is YOUR dream facility? What kinds of things would you do there?  Start really asking yourself those questions, no matter what level you are.  And if you're in a managerial level, be open to new ideas.  Those are what make us BETTER.  They are not dangerous.  And let's do some RESEARCH guys!!! Get those training brains to work: if you love research, design some ideas.  If you hate the idea of research but love training, you've got endless opportunities to train some amazing behaviors.    Oh my god, there are so many incredible things you can do.  I know a lot of you....so I can only imagine what you guys can do with a little support from your institution.

With a gif like Bill Murray, you know I'm serious. 

I've got some cool content coming up, and some interesting forensic-y stuff, too.  So this isn't the end of the Middle Flipper, it just needed a breather.  Thanks for sticking with me! I heart you guys, no matter if you agree with this blog :). Feel free to reach out to me if you need to talk, whether you're supportive of my opinion or you want to have a mature discussion exploring our different perspectives!  from The Middle Flipper http://ift.tt/2punnEc

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HomosexualsAreReprobates-Homosexuality IS offensive. It does not belong on a general public website, especially one where children might utilize for research for school

HomosexualsAreReprobates-TRUMP = POTUS

HomosexualsAreReprobates-Trump removed it and put it where it belongs..... On the CDC webpage

Gabriel Hernandez-They preach equality yet want to be singled out every chance possible. Confused?

Gabriel Hernandez-There will be substance in this country post-Obama J-on-You know, gay people, Mr Trump knows where you live and he is gonna blow up your tyres.

David-These are the groups of individuals that are the most infected with the HIV / AIDS virus , WORLDWIDE . 1. Homosexuals 2. Bisexual Males 3. Male Homosexual Prostitutes 4. Illegal IV Drug Addicts 5. Those that have sex with the above It seems that immoral and self destructive acts are the cause

David-It's ironic that the typical Homosexual is slim / skinny . And that the feminine acting one . Has all body hair removed from the neck down . In some perverted way , thinking this mimics a " female " body . While the other acts " straight " or masculine . If their relationships were so legitimate . Why on earth do they mimic , Heterosexuals ?

David-These are painful medical conditions associated with repeated and forceful , sodomy . They are Hemorrhoids , Anal Fissures and Anorectal Trauma .

David-GOOGLE SEARCH - 7 Scientific Facts about Homosexuality and it's adverse effects on Society - Homosexual Deception - Enteric Diseases of Homosexuals - Homosexuals and Their Diseases 

David-If being a Homosexual , Lesbian , Bisexual or Transsexual was normal . You wouldn't have to proclaim to anyone , that you were one . As well , you wouldn't hide the fact from anyone , that you are one 

David-GOOGLE SEARCH - The Homosexual Lifestyle - The Diseases of Homosexuals - Male Homosexual Practices .

David-" GAY " is a EUPHEMISM - 1. The use of a word or phase that is less expressive or direct , but considered less distasteful , less offensive , etc., than another .As to deceive , fool or otherwise " pull the wool over our eyes " HOMOSEXUALITY is not normal , but abnormal and most importantly , IMMORAL !

David-Lesbians , Homosexuals , Bisexuals and Transsexuals . Are just as immoral as thieves , liars , cheaters and those that commit incest and #$%$

kimberly-I guess this idiotic writer is either too stupid to realize that the previous page was designed specifically for president Obama and his accomplishments; thus "HIS" web page was archived, or he hasn't cleaned the #$%$ out of his pants yet, now that Obama has vacated the premises, and he is scared and in denial. I suspect a little of both.

gloc-Maybe he will open a site for all the so called religious people who want to FORCE their RELIGIOUS AGENDA on everyone to post and shame all those who have been DIVORCED as the morally sick, family destroying,child hurting sinful people since the Bible which they all claim was written by God himself not MAN says they should be stoned to death because it is the same as Adultery. Oh I forgot he is one of those people who did not live by their religious belief of what the bible said. Just how many of those religious bible pounding people have read it or maybe 1 or 2% probably less live by it. They PICK AND CHOOSE are or Born again so they can claim to be Christians, if all were truly religious we would not have hundreds of different religion just one. So can anyone tell me which church or religion will your new leader make the National Church of America and what will he make all the other religions do hide their TRUE life in the closet as to not offend the TRUE CHURCH. America no longer the land of the free and no longer dose every vote count, we know almost 3 million were thrown in the trash, sorry 50% + the almost 3 million. America no longer Great but co-ran with the aid of mother Russia and the appointed Trump. With hope America can survive Trump and the Religious Agenda's that will be forced on all Americans.

GEORGE-I am so happy that "MY PRESIDENT THE HONORABLE DONALD TRUMP"has spoken for the 95% of American people.God Bless and Peace be with you!

kimberly-I thought those on the LGBT community wanted equality? That's exactly what they just got.

novus_ordo-More SICK news underMICHELLE@TRANSGENDERS.GAY/LGBT

novus_ordo-The LGBT page moves under: HOMOSEXUAL.BARACK_OBAMA@PORN.GAY/LGBT

LouieLouie-why should there be a webpage for LGBTQs and none for straights? people are people regardless of how special they think they may be and there must not be any preferential treatments

Gloria-About time.

Gus-That's a good start President Fart, Well done.

linda-Now back to marriage is between a man and a woman.

Bobby G-Good, they are freaks anyway.

foreverlivingfree-t's about time.....thank you...

Kathy-This was done by Obama's administration NOT Trump's. This is protocol for all outgoing presidents. Yahoo news creating drama?? No!! Eye roll.....

Jerry--Awesome! It has no place on a government website

GordonFreeman1960-"LGBT youth who may be facing discrimination and contemplating suicide." That is not a problem that requires Federal action or Presidential attention. There are many other problems we face that are much more important.

lewis-I saw this photo of this disgusting man back during the campaign. He is holding the pride flag upside down

Harrison-The Bible states clearly that men shouldn't lay with men. Oh wait, it also says you should sell all you own and give the proceeds to the poor and you should be stoned to death for working on the Sabbath. Thank God we have a good Christian like VP Pence to tell us which injunctions to ignore and which to obey.

GordonFreeman1960-Yay! Glad to see Trump is doing what needs to be done. Made my day.

Rosco-Did he also turn off the rainbow flood lights on the W H ????

Phillip Mooney-This homophobic administration has already started its drive against the gay community and it's only been two days. He doesn't want to include all of the Americans; he wants to divide us all! Well I don't think he or his party are going to last long if they keep up this hate.

John-YES we Can!!!

gary-They will have to change out the rainbow flag for a blue flag because they singin the blues.

Harold-And now the assault on equal rights begin with the power of the rupubliNUTs in control.

Funkmaster23-Memo to Libt@rds. Obama is gone. He is not the designer of Trump's White House website. Trump feels that jobs, bad trade deals, and paying for illegal alien pos's is more important than men using the wrong restroom!

YAHOO! is libretarded SHIT!!-I was BORN thinking that #$%$ is wrong. Can you comprehend that one, gays?

KEVIN-If we're really all Americans in a "melting pot," there is no need to spoon out the individual components. Most adults respect other adults and we don't need to confer "special" rights on anyone in this great nation. They are given by God and decency, not the iron fist of a hypocritical and self serving "government" bureaucrat...

Carol-I read in another article that Obama took the site down before he left the WH. He also took down the global warming site. It's so difficult, now, to know who or what to believe.

Adolfo-Yes, I hope Trump makes the White House Holy again!!!!!!!

Ken-Why don't some of you people ask for forgiveness? You people suggest that something is shoved down your throats unless its something you agree with. You are always concerned about your rights but everyone else's rights be damned. Why are you looking at a LGBT page anyway? Silly season I guess. Get a life, get of the blogs, and gain some tolerance. After all, the LGBT community has to tolerate YOU.

Harry-that is so good! President Trump way to go.

skiller-Trump haters especially celebrities do not have enough IQ.

Sheryl C-So where is proof of his inclusiveness? Trump claimed to be a man for all americans so far the only ones I see him making happy are male white christians.

None-The freak show is over?

A K-Thank you. These behaviors are chosen and regardless of what is said, evidence shows an outlier of HIV/AIDS, STI's, Rectal/renal cancer, drug/alcohol usage, depressiveness and suicide compared to the general population. These folks who choose these behaviors need understanding and help. Check HRC for their own stats

Sheryl C-Oh course out crawls all the homophobes but that was not the only page to go. So was civil rights. In you have forgotten women of all colors including your white women protested yesterday. Their rights are on the line to. They don't want to back the dark ages where they had no right to decide what to do with their bodies, or who they got to marry, or when they married or what age they married. They don't want their right to vote gone. Let's face it that is what you trump voters want. You don't want to just roll back the clock 40 years you want to roll it back a 100 years. For all your yelling about the muslims most of you sick right wing trump jerks are jealous and want what they have. So people it is time to stand against them unless of course you want to go back to living in the dark ages

Darrell--Why are you surprised? Did you forget the Republican agenda?

Alex-It looks like the threat of the LGBT mudslide is coming to a halt. America will be great again!

Leo-A government page isn't the place for it. The same for religion.

Bubba-Time to redecorate the closet gay boy!

Sheryl C-That was not the only page that was removed so was the civil rights one. Like i keep warning people you can only push people so long before they start pushing back. You are already seeing the pushing back with the protests and the people protesting are NOT just black as much you would like to believe, they are white women, blacks, mexicans, LGBTS, muslims, basically anyone who is not male and white. You trump voters keep forgetting that Trump lost the popular vote. White women who protested yesterday live everywhere guys. Enjoy sleeping on the couch guys.

Jetlag--I couldn't care less who you sleep with, but quit waving that thing in my face!

Richard-Let the REVOLUTION begin.Women, minorities, gays buy shotguns now and get ready for the next CIVIL war. We will never go backwards, live free or DIE.Time to fight

WhitePeopleAreEvil- I wonder what those LGTBQ that voted for this idiot thinks now?

spike-whine whine is all they ever do . It really does get old when the lgbt feel like they should have more rights than I do.

Mike-Time to get back in the closet.

Aaron-The web site is cleared at the beginning of each administration. Why would a story talking about what Obama did be left on a site that now revolves around Trump. The author is just trying to start trouble

cavemanwhoever-Very few voted for Trump...the ones that did are smart enough to vote their pocketbook and security, not their genitalia. The rest? Trump doesn't owe them a blessed thing, just as he owes NO democrat or NeverTrumper a thing.

Jason-Why don't they move to Saudi Arabia.......or any Muslim country where they will be "welcomed".....

Jason-Fringe minority.....don't need them and Trump proved.

Wolverine7-The homosexual sodomy lobby had a good run. Now its game over forever

Hoon H.-"LGBT" The farce of it all...if it were only one letter it wouldn't confirm "choice" and dispel the "born that way" hoax.

lindley-LMAO......all the guys freaking out about LGBT, are here defending their silliness.

Ramses S-.So it was removed. Big deal. It was just there to look good anyway. And it certainly doesn't mean gay people are going anywhere. smh

Hoon H.-So what? Sexuality is not a pressing issue in 2017!

NE Philly-Man Yahoo is working this story every which way it can. Every administration redose the web page.

Damago-From reading the comments it's good in a way. If your religious beliefs don't practice or celebrate homosexuality then the law should not MAKE you do it. Gay people need to eat if they go to a restaurant or need medical attention at a hospital and they're being turned away because they're gay then that's violating HUMAN RIGHTS not gay rights. I have a problem with them using the ACLU to force businesses to make gay wedding cakes or take pictures that they shouldn't have to. If it is THAT serious have other businesses that are open to doing things like that. For one business that does not promote homosexuality, then allow a business that does. How does it look asking a Muslim or Christian faith practicing business to do what everyone else is doing? That's a form of imperialism. But it's America. The United States is good for forcing their ways on others especially since we do it to ourselves. That's why individuality is extinct.

Rich-And the libs will cry over this.

Tommy--Praise God!

jack-The Yahoo News seems to out of touch with the will and thoughts of the people of this Nation, and This story is one more example of that... Yahoo should read the first couple of Hundred comments here, and learn...

Jonathan-Waste of webspace. LGBTQIA stil have equal protection ... Obama only cared about votes... he didnt care when you guys got shot up by a Muslim. He blamed the USA for Muslims AGAIN.... he blamed you for being gay and living freely in America. Don't you understand this?

jack-trump is doing just what he said he would do, and the people who elected him are happy about that, all sixty million Strong..

endersgame-ust the start of a repressive party taking power and will do just like they have when they have taken over southern states, they will make it harder for minorities to vote, they will make it harder for reproductive rights of women and they will do a lot of this by promoting religious rights so that they may discriminate due to the deeply held reliogus beliefs.

Don'T Be Manipulated-FAKE NEWS. PRES. TRUMP SUPPORTS LGBT, AND WE WEREN'T HAPPY ABOUT IT BUT WILLING TO GO ON...THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE VIOLENT DEMOCRATS AND REPUBLICANS. REPUBLICANS DON'T BLOW THINGS,UP DESTROY BUSINESS,KILL COPS,HURT PEOPLE FOR FUN...BLM IS THE NEW #$%$ GROUP !! WATCH OUT FOR THEM.

gojumpinthelake-DRAIN THE SWAMP....SEND EM SCATTERING...WHATEVER THEY ARE PRAISE GOD JEHOVA

david-Good, that make room for a useful page to be added! Jerry H-GOOD !!!!!

charles d-This is one of the many reasons that Obams and Michelle were so devastated when Hills was defeated. They lost hope, but 64 million found renewed hope.

The Obams Michelle agenda is going into the trash, as it is was obscene, rude, condescending to many normal, heterosexual Americans.

leah-Every time we get a new President the old pages get archived and removed. Per the article trump considers the supreme court ruling on gay marriage to have put an end to the issue. Of he no longer sees it as an issue there is no reason to immediately start up a new page about it. That doesn't mean he has anything against the LGBT community. It just means he has a different focus than our last president

James--The percentage of the population that isn't gay, doesn't run around, waving their arms in the air, screaming that they're heterosexual. Knock it off already. Sticksnstones-New Presidents always take down former Presidents web sites, stop trying to make something out of nothing. Odumbo did the same thing when he took over

matt-Judging by the comments here It is clear that the fight for LGBT equality is far from over. The BIGOTS commenting here and the ones in Washington could take back our rights just as quickly as they were given. So we must still stand tall despite what people like you say or think.

Pooter-It amazes me how many people are pretending to be Christian in this thread. Look to the plank, and forget the judgment you're spouting. Vince-Well done. Now deal with AIPAC / ISRAEL / GOLDMAN SACHS kind, to take your country 'BACK' from them.

Crusader1211-That flag use to be a beautiful symbol of peace and love from God to mankind. Now it represents militant hate mongers who want to push an agenda down everyone's throats whether or not you agree with them. I own Pavilion Resorts-Gay guy's know now " exactly " what to do to protect themselves. The more beds you hop over and play in , the more your chances are that when you hop out of it , you'll be all full of disease. Then when you are diagnosed you know then exactly what all you did wrong and intentionally ignored prior. Now, There you have it !

charles d-Thank God only a pervert President would have it there in the first place!!!

Brain_Salad-Now here's some good common sense. An LGBT page. Why? What do they need protection from? Stupid liberals fail to realize that by fabricating an issue that never before existed they actually created a real problem in which people who never thought about it now are. The potential now exists for a situation inside or outside a Target or McDonald's bathroom - and it has already happened a number of times. It's almost like planting a post-hypnotic suggestion in someone's brain that gets called into action when triggered by the correct stimulus. Also, Trump said the precisely correct thing when he referenced that Supreme Court decision guaranteeing the fundamental right of marriage for gay couples. What more is needed? LGBTs are unnecessarily alarmed to think they're going to get stripped of some rights that were granted to them. Nothing ever reallly was! In fact, this action is actually doing them a favor so they can go about their business of living a normal life like everyone else. Like everyone before did in the past.

Timuel K-They shouldn't need their own special page for their rights because they should have the same rights as everyone else. So this should looked at as a good thing.

laimutis-Good job, there's no place for trash of society

CoinSurfer1-It has not taken long and America is already starting to be great again!

Wise Old Man-2 months ago-OK FOOLS! This is just the beginning of the "NEW WORLD ORDER"! Hail to the chief. The despicable one is feeding the egregious Republicans what they want

Jad-If people would just check the facts before making these statements and getting upset they would see that EVERYTHING from the previous administration was moved to the previous presidents account. Our new administration gets to post whatever they think should be there. He has only been in office for two days and pretty busy. i would imagine he hasn't had much time to post yet.

Paula-Thankfully, that page is gone. Government should focus on issues that are much more important and applicable to all, including the basic rights afforded ALL Americans under our Constitution.....not special privileges for a select few

John-Good!

Hairy Reed-t's about time we stop this "PC" madness..

Steve-To every issue there is an up, and a down side. Take abortion. While the repeal of Roe VS Wade would be a victory for the religious right and a financial relief to the majority of Americans who are forced to pay for something they don't believe in it also would prevent the aborting of millions of leftists.

Beige Almighty-LGBT got the right to marry, now let's focus on getting people jobs

Steve-Could be that the administration is finally going to focus on things that affect the majority of Americans instead of the fringe that has been used to gain political power. I am hoping that the colored lights that were used on the Whitehouse to insult the majority of the American people have been restored to normal. Or is that "racist"?

Rob-Leftist bullshirt! Minutes after Trump took the oath of office the White House website was completely emptied - all of it. For the leftists to proclaim that specific parts were removed is grossly dishonest. All of it was removed = to allow the new President's web team to start building the website. There is absolutely nothing nefarious in that process - it is, in fact, exactly what Obama's web team did 8 years ago.

Mark-the LGBT population has only begun to finally achieve equal rights over the past decade and now the hate really turns on us... I have listened to negativity all my life from right wing straight people .. you are the haters.. and YOUR hate has created whatever ire the LGBT community might have toward you.. though our fight has been a peaceful one.

Walter-Well, reading down the comments, it is obvious some sanctimonious, ostentatiously pious so-called Christians have taken it upon themselves to voice their views. It makes me wonder if they happen to be from Topeka and attend Westboro Baptist Cult.

Jeryco Brick-Thank god. Sick sick people.

Repairman Dave-2 months ago-I am sick of the heterophobes!!!!

Kenobi-They always complain about wanting equal rights, but what they are really wanting is SPECIAL rights.

TUCO-GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD, the 15 Minutes of Fame for the DEFECTS is way past its Expiration Date ! Normal Mainstream Americans are just SICK & TIRED of homosexuals an the Alphabet Soup of Critters they attract !