#and shut the fuck up about cultures you're not a part of. not your business.

[redwyverndht]

ok. to all those people saying "the people are fine, I don't like the CCP": do you actually know anything about the Communist Party of China? Anything at all?

Do you know about their policies under Deng Xiaoping, the balancing act of "liberalization", how if affects more than one billion people every day, and how those people interact with their government?

Do you know about the practice of Democratic Life Meetings (民主生活會), how officials, from the lowest local offices, to the highest of ministers, are meant to debate and rid the Party of inefficiency through open debate? Do you know how some see it as a mostly ceremonial task with no real impact in policy, and how it's seen as a revival of Maoist thought and policy?

Do you know how all Chinese companies, per art. 5 of the PRC Constitution, have Party offices and committees as part of their company structure, which often host? Have you ever wondered how that changes employee relationships, HR practices, how that could affect culture?

I can't find any English-language information with a neutral view of everyday Chinese culture. Nearly every single website in English talking about committees in enterprises are Forbes, The Guardian, US intelligence agencies. This makes sense, I looked it up in English.

But have you ever seen where your perception of the Communist Party comes from? It's not from everyday Chinese people. Do you hate the CCP, or do you hate the idea of it the American government and its allies of the neoliberal order have planted into your mind? Why do you always mention Taiwan, Tibet, Xinjiang, Tian'anmen Square, Mao's Great Leap Forward?

That is like having everyone only mention the United States in terms of Jim Crow, chattel slavery, imperialism in the support of both fascist dictators and inefficient and unequal neoliberal regimes in Latin America, the killing of millions of people in the Middle East... I could go on for a while, but if you're American you probably know all that.

But is that your entire life?

I am NOT saying governments shouldn't be criticized. But you can't imagine what it is like when those criticisms are the ONLY thing your country is reduced to. If you're American, everyone is forced to know about you. Everyone has to care about your elections, know what a "Republican" is, because you are the hegemon of the planet. For now.

Americans will never encounter that reduction and xenophobia regarding their own country's legacy, because, inevitably someone will go "what about everything else?" Your movies, your inventions, your art, your music, your lives. Everyone will remember them, whether they want to or not. This does not negate oppression inside the United States, nor the actions of its government.

You should criticize that.

But the average citizen outside the American imperial core will not have that same grace. They will have their entire country, their identity, reduced to those things. To Taiwan, Tibet, Xinjiang, Tian'anmen Square, Mao's Great Leap Forward. To the Cartel, drug smuggling, crime rates, insecurity. To religious extremism, to poverty, to the eternal victim of violence.

To you "criticism" of their country's government.

Have you ever considered that the internal politics of other countries is those countries citizens' business? How you should shut the fuck up about governments you don't know, about oppression you don't face? Maybe you should focus that energy ranting about the CCP into actually making a difference in your own country?

How about you shut up when you don't know what you're talking about?

[prokyon]

Oh shit the twitter "leftists" are doing anti-Indigenous racism again. Let's see what tumblr's up to.

Sees a "two wolves inside you" joke

Ah. right.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

I Put A Spell On You.

‘Smoke’wants you back, and he’ll do whatever it takes.

(Part one maybe?)

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You better stop the things you do

I tell you, I ain't lying

I ain't lying…

Word got around that Smoke was back in town. You couldn’t miss him with his snazzy suit’s silhouette characterized by broad shoulders, a high waist, and wide-leg trousers. A quintessential element in a man’s wardrobe. The whispers traveled to many ears, but it was only one pair he was concerned with.

Rosetta Scott.

A dilly he’s obsessed with. His soft-spoken jazz singer. She ended their relationship when Smoke decided to up and leave New Orleans with his ill-tempered identical twin brother, but he promised he’d be back and to write him. After two years, he’s back and ready to stake his claim on his woman.

Smoke hopped out of his Cadillac 16 cylinder wearing round, small sunglasses with wired frames. He removed his 8-panel hat and shut the door behind him. Smoke took a long drag of his blunt while staring straight ahead with a lopsided grin.

The reflection within the circular lenses of his dark frames was one he’d missed for years. A living tapestry of culture, history, and an unmistakable passion for life. This place, with its rhythmic streetcars and the spicy aromas from its kitchens, isn't just alive; it breathes stories at every corner.

Stretching his long legs with a purposeful gait, his expensive gaiters picking up dirt, Smoke pushed open the withering, wooden, hinge doors leading into a lively establishment. The smell of fish fry, sweat, cheap cologne, weed, and sex titillating his nose caused a wide grin to spread across his thick lips. He slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing piercing, brandy-eyes and a primal desire.

There she was. Doing what she loved. He was joyful. Proud.

laidback with rhythmic flexibility.

That husky breathy tone.

Her vocals always had a very raw unedited feel which made her songs feel more real and personal. She also tends to use harmonies and layering which sometimes gives the song a drowning all consuming affect.

The silk of her flowing silver slip seemed to mold into her hourglass frame. The premium fur shawl she wore hung loosely from her glistening shoulders. Her lips the color of ox blood stained the mic in front of her. The swing and blues notes with complex chords blending with her sultry voice had everyone on that floor dirty dancing.

Smoke broke his eyes away reluctantly, taking off his suit jacket, placing it on the back of a chair. He ashed out his blunt and placed it in the front pocket of his crisp, white button down. Smoke made his way towards the bar, unbuttoning his sleeves and his shirt along the way.

“Yes, daddy! Play that saxophone!”

“Sing it Rose!”

“Let’s Jive!”

“Ooooweee! If it ain’t Mr. Smoke Stack himself! Come over here!”

Smoke chuckled deeply before dabbing up his uncle and the owner of the establishment; Buck. His liquor breath and gold teeth were two things you remembered about Big Buck. Or, how he’d like to call it ‘I’m Big Buck and I like to fuck’. And boy did he get his share of pussy. He had eight kids to prove it.

“Look at my nephew! Now hold on…where is your twin?” Buck’s yellowing eyes wandered around in search of him.

“He’s handlin’ business. No time to settle. You know how he get. I had to break away tho’ I got business to ‘tend to.”

Smoke accepted a glass of whiskey and took a long sip. It burned so good down his throat.

“Yeah, uh-huh. We know why’s you here! That gal. You know she’s seeing someone else, right?”

The corner of his upper lip fluttered with disdain at the thought of another man touching his bitch. Smoke wasn’t having it. One look into his eyes, she’d fall into his lap again. Wet puss and all. She wrote him often. Sent him pictures. He’d gotten them all. So, was she doing all that while messing with some squat-ass fool?

“Gimme the low down, Buck.” Smoke insisted impatiently.

“Aight, nephew. Another?”

Smoke raised his glass, “hold the hail. I don’t need no watered down shit. I’m tryna get swacked.”

Buck’s gut laugh filled the cramped space between them.

“You remember Phonzo?”

“Shid, not pussy ass Phonzo? C’mon now gal…”

“Damn straight. He wines and dines her. Buys her shit…”

“She using.” Smoke replied.

He turned his eyes on her again. She looked so damn fine. Mmm. That body was nice. He could smell her perfume on his mustache. That amber scented flesh. Smoke knocked the rest of his drink back and stood from his seat at the bar. She ended another song and received a standing ovation. Smoke pushed his way towards the front but before he could get there, a man reached out to help her down. Her joyous laugh made Smoke’s stomach churn.

“Put me down, baby! I had too much to drink!”

“it’s Smoke Stack!”

All eyes fell towards the handsome gangster. Smoke ignored all except those pretty, doe eyes that locked on him with utter shock. Short and stacked. The finest woman in all of Louisiana. Ain’t no way she’s giving all that to Phonzo. Smoke pressed forward, his penetrating eyes racking over Rosetta’s frame. It was easy to tell the twins apart because one had a noticeable scar on his face and the other didn’t.

“Well I’ll be,” Phonzo secured his arm around Rosetta’s waist tighter, “Smoke. What’s shaking, man?”

Smoke’s lips remained tightly sealed and his eyes never left his Rosey. Tension was thick in the air like the sound of the powerful double bass.

I love my moonshine whiskey

Better than I do my man

I love my moonshine whiskey

Better than I do my man

You got have your beer in your bottle

Give me my cool kind hands…

“Rosey…”

Rosetta parted her deep-red lips to speak.

“Smoke…”

That voice. He’d missed it.

Smoke Stack was seeing red.

“Get yo’ hands off my woman, Phonzo.”

“You think you can just show up? This ain’t your woman anymore, Smoke. You proved that when you left her for the taking. Go on somewhere now…”

Phonzo attempted to walk away with Rosetta in his grasp, but Smoke swiftly grabbed her hand, swinging her over towards him with an expert twirl of her beautiful frame. She collided with his sturdy chest, her eyes staring up at him.

Rosetta was still trying to pick her jaw up from the floor. She couldn’t believe Smoke was back. The familiar warmth of his much larger and more powerful frame sent images swirling through her mind of the times they’ve shared. She hadn’t received a letter from him in almost a year. Every single day she worried herself about him. However, Rosetta had entertained the thought of being with Phonzo. Tonight would have been the night that she would have given Phonzo a taste of what Smoke Stack dicked down. It was an act of desperation.

“Rose! Whatchu doin’ gal? Don’t let this fool back into your life!” Phonzo reached his hand out for her to take, “I won’t leave you like he did. Remember? I promised that trip to Chicago. We can pack up and catch a train!”

“I’ll take her to Chicago, to Trinidad, Paris, wherever my money goes, she goes. You had your fun tryna get what’s mine. I suggest you fade, Phonzo…”

Um, make me another two bit pint

Um, make me another two bit pint

'Cause I've got my habits down

I'm gonna wreck this joint…

“Let’s go,” Smoke had a strong grip on Rosetta’s hand as he placed her in front of him to walk away.

Rosetta finally gathered her thoughts. She halted her footsteps inches away from the bar.

“Hold on, Smoke,” She pointed a red nail at him sternly, “How dare you show up here like this?! I haven’t heard from you in over a year! You can’t just walk up in here and whisk me away like some night in shining armor! Who do you think you are?!”

“Says which? I’ve written you!” Smoke shouted back.

“I ain’t get one letter in a year!”

Smoke kisses his teeth, “That’s some bullshit and you know it. Maybe the letters got mixed up…none of that matters now, baby. I’m back. For good now…”

Buck and another bartender watched the two of them go back and forth with amusement.

“We’ll see how long that lasts!” Rosetta sassed.

A gun clicking had Smoke on high alert. He pushed Rosetta behind him and turned, staring down into the barrel of a pistol. Phonzo was sweating bullets. He had two of his lackeys behind him, posted up like they were ready to do damage. Rosetta clung onto the sticky bar top, peeking around to see what the ruckus was about.

“Time to knock you off that high horse. You and that brother of yours don’t run shit ‘round here no more. Give me back my bitch, and we can get back to jivin’.”

“Excuse me?!” Rosetta argued, “I got your bitch—”

“Rosey, relax, baby. Daddy got this.” Smoke looked from the pistol pointed at his chest, to Phonzo with a sinister smile, “You off the cob or something, Phonzo?”

“You tryna make me look pussy in front of my boys?!”

Smoke tilted his head to size up his ‘boys’.

“They shakin’ in they boots just like you. C‘mon now, Phonzo. We can do this the easy way…you put that steel down, and walk away. I came for my woman and that’s it. Pick yo’ self up and use those bony-ass pegs and leave.”

Laugher erupted around them. Patrons watched on like it was a live performance. Phonzo always hated being the laughingstock. No one took him seriously. People tolerated him because Smoke and his twin skipped town to handle business.

“I ain’t going nowhere!” Phonzo yelled.

He pressed his gun into Smoke’s chest hard.

“Nigga, you ain’t got shit—”

Smoke picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and cracked it over Phonzo’s head. When Phonzo dropped to his knees with shards of glass embedded in his face, Smoke snatched his pistol up and pointed it at the two men that were once standing proud. They both shared a look with each other before bending over to pick Phonzo up.

Smoke placed the pistol in the waistband of his slacks and snatched a handkerchief out of his pocket to clean up the blood that seeped from a gash in the palm of his hand. People were used to violence ‘round here. Too drunk, high, and horny to care about Phonzo bleeding out onto the floor. Buck didn’t blink an eye as he shined a new glass before pouring a gentleman a glass of top shelf whiskey.

“Get ‘em out. Don’t come back, nigga. I’ll use your pistol to put a bullet in yo’ head fuckin’ wit’ me!”

Phonzo—delirious and bloody—was dragged out of the juke joint by his two loyal men. Smoke knew that as soon as Phonzo regained consciousness, he’ll be on the hunt for him. Smoke was ready.

Smoke took a seat at the bar and pulled Rosetta into him. Blunt between his lips, glass of whiskey in front of him, Rosetta gave him a light, watching her daddy with lust.

You know I can't stand it

You're running around

You know better, baby

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down

Oh, no…

“Smoke, Daddy…”

Rosetta took the blunt from between his lips and hit it. He watched her with low, hazy eyes. All he did was walk through those doors. She was at his mercy like he’d never left.

“You’ll really take me to Paris?”

Smoke accepted his blunt, “I’ll take you all over the world, baby…listen, I know I got some makin’ up to do, but don’t you ever do no shit like that again, hear me? I’m a always come back to you…”

“You right about that makin’ up,” Rosetta giggled, “We got all night though. Phonzo was my ride home…”

“Here, go grab my jacket and we can go.”

Smoke tapped Rosetta on her rump and pointed to where he placed his suit jacket. He paid his tab and promised to be back to catch up with his uncle. Rosetta returned and Smoke grabbed her by the hand, ushering her out of the juke joint and into the murky night.

_______________

Smooth leather seats, a pistol on the dash, windows rolled down.

Rosetta and her fur shawl sat elegantly next to a hunk of a gangster. She admired the stain of her lipstick on his cheek when she stole a quick kiss while he opened her door for her.

She missed her Smoke Daddy so damn bad. It hurt to the bone. Smoke could feel her pretty eyes on him and he glanced over to her, giving her a dimpled smirk filled with mischief. They were halfway there to her apartment above a boutique.

“I missed you, Rosey. So much.”

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine…

“Where did you go?”

Smoke took a moment to respond.

“…My brother had business in Texas. Then we picked up some jobs throughout the south. Made enough money to last us a lifetime…Made some bad choices, but I’m richer. Stronger. Ready to sweep you off yo’ feet. I want you to travel the world and sing to audiences bigger than that hole in the wall. Serious, gal.”

Rosetta blinked away tears.

“Don’t do none of that, baby. No crying…”

“I’m just glad ya ain’t dead somewhere in a ditch!”

Rosetta accepted a clean handkerchief from Smoke. She dabbed her eyes to avoid messing up her makeup.

“I made a promise to get back to you and I meant that.”

Rosetta exhales, “I know, daddy…I just…I’ve been so touch starved. I would’ve given Phonzo all of me if you hadn’t shown up…”

Smoke’s nostrils flared and he looked at her with those dark eyes that made her clench her thighs.

“Phonzo don’t know what to do wit’ all that. And you belong to me. All of you. You make that pussy cum while Daddy was away?”

“Yes…but it wasn’t enough. I miss the fuckin’ we used to do…”

Smoke’s Cadillac slowed to a stop in front of the boutique Rosetta’s mother owned. She worked there for extra money, but now that Smoke was back, she didn’t have to work. Smoke opened her door and helped her out. Shutting it, they walked towards the shop and Rosetta opened the door with a single gold key. Smoke observed his surroundings with a sharp eye before following her inside. It was dark, but the moonlight ignited a path for them leading towards a narrow staircase leading up to Rosetta’s apartment that she shared with her mother.

She had some privacy for now since her mother went away to visit family in Baton Rouge for a week. The boutique was closed until she returned. Rosetta opened the door and flicked on a light. It was exactly how Smoke had remembered it. Small and cozy and blessed by a woman that practiced root work. Rosetta walked into their small kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a pitcher of water. She poured a glass for Smoke and herself.

“You can stay for a few days until momma comes back. It don’t matter how grown I am, she don’t like men over…”

“I get it. I’ll have a place to stay. Then you can leave here and be wit’ me.”

“Smoke…”

Smoke finished his glass, sat it on the counter, and pulled Rosetta close. His hands caressed her back and dragged down to cuff her cheeks. Eyes locked on her face, he brought his plump lips to her own, pecking them with soft kisses. Rosetta whimpered and shifted, slightly raising one foot. Smoke hooked his strong arm around her trim waistline. His other hand squeezed the flesh of her plump ass.

“You always know just how to push my buttons, don’t you, Rose? Couldn’t wait for daddy to come back?”Smoke asked with his lips barely touching hers, “That’s alright, though…Im gon’ remind you just who you belong to...”

Suddenly, Smoke delivered a series of sharp smacks to her behind without warning. Rosetta gasped as she felt the sting of each slap. 

“Smoke, I’m sorry…I didn’t fuck him…I swear.” Rose pleaded.

“But you gave ‘em hope. If I hadn’t shown up…”

His wide hand lifted her silk dress over her ass and he went to town whacking each cheek—left, right, left—the pain increasing. Rosetta buried her face into his chest, her lipstick staining his shirt. Smoke palmed her cheeks hard, savoring the heft of that juicy flesh in his rough hands.

“Damn,” Smoke stared over her shoulder and down at her rump, “this big ass…mmm…mmm…mmm…I wanna look at that pussy, baby…I still have that picture of your pussy in my wallet…”

Rosetta set up a camera and took photos of herself nude before sending them off to whatever address Smoke told her to send it to. He’d beat his fat dick every night to all her photos. He stole a pair of her panties as a reminder of her scent. Anything to keep his sanity.

“You do?” Rosetta stared up at Smoke.

“Yeah,” Smoke retrieved his wallet from his pocket. He presented the photo to Rosetta. It had cracks in it from being folded, but her hairy mound, phat clit, and glistening folds stood out against the black and white, “She still nice and bushy?”

Smoke had a thing for hair. He hated whenever Rosetta would do a clean shave. Since he’d been gone, she’d started shaving again. Luckily, there was enough hair there to satisfy his desires.

“Not too much, daddy…”

“Mm,” Smoke flicked his tongue against her lips.

“I want you to do it to me, daddy…”

“Do it all night long, baby?”

“Do it to me, papa…”

Smoke’s dick jumped and stretched to proportions he couldn’t handle.

“I wanna suck on that pussy first…”

Rosetta’s clit twitched at the thought of Smoke slurping on her pussy cat until she was wrung dry. She had a lot for him to drank up. When she first laid eyes on him tonight, the wetness soaked through and created a slippery, sticky mess. Those big lips and that thick dick…

“Let me smell it,” Smoke picked Rosetta up and sat her down on the cramped counter space, “Spread your fuckin’ legs you sexy, bitch…”

Rosetta made quick work of her thighs spreading wide and limber. Smoke could see a big wet spot in the crotch of her cotton panties. He didn’t waste time stroking the outlines of her fat lips that strained against the fabric. Smoke chuckled before slipping her panties to the side. His fingertips graced coarse hair covered in slick and heat. Beyond that was a clit made to be suckled.

“Shit, she still get nice and wet for me,” Smoke admired the shine on his thick fingers before bringing it to his nose to take a whiff, “fuccck,” He pushed his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, “Fresh pussy…taste so good…”

He was down on his knees with his fingers tangled in her panties to keep them out of his way. Rosetta brought one leg up and it opened her lips more for him to eat. The humidity of that kitchen had their brown skin glistening beneath the dim, yellow, lamp lights. Smoke spread her lips and stared into her pussy. Rosetta stroked his slick-back, begging him to put his face in it.

Smoke buried his nose in it first. He rubbed her clit with the tip of his nose before using his lips to encase her clit and suck. He sucked nice and slow to warm her up, but then he created a vortex so tight with his lips Rosetta almost fell from the counter. The sucking came at a rapid pace—precise and intense.

“Uhnnn,” Rosetta gasped and moaned, “Daddy!”

Rosetta stroked her pussy many times to one of her favorite raunchy tunes. Jump Steady Daddy by Lucille Bogan stayed on repeat whenever she rubbed on her clit to the thought of her Smoke Daddy. She missed when he would come to her late at night, sneak in her bed and eat her pussy. She loved it when he would be on his knees, holding her weight up and fucking into her.

Love me, daddy

Love me all the time

Love me, daddy

Love me all the time

And if you love me like I did

You'll be that jump steady man of mine…

“Yes, ooh, daddy, papa,” Rosetta’s thighs shook out of her control, “Ima cum…Ima cum…”

The thin straps of her silk slip dangled from her shoulders and perspiration trickled down her spine. She didn’t have time to prepare before she was creaming down Smoke’s chin. All he did was suck her clit. He came up for air, lips dripping wet and face glistening with cum.

Her nipples poked out through her slip, teasing Smoke’s eyes. He was as hard as stone, unable to bear the feeling anymore. Smoke stood and picked Rosetta up from the counter, carrying her towards her room. The door was ajar, so all he needed to do was nudge it and he was walking inside. He didn’t bother closing the door. Smoke placed Rosetta on her back, climbing on top of her and sticking his tongue in her mouth.

Rosetta smoothed his button down shirt over his shoulders and Smoke pulled his arms through. He had on a white beater that clung to his muscles like plaster. Smoke broke his lips away and trailed kisses down her neck until he was at the tops of her breasts. Rosetta arched up into his chest, soft moans music to his ears.

Smoke used his teeth to yank the rest of her slip down, revealing 34 C breasts with large nipples that reminded him of chocolate-covered gum drops. Rosetta dragged her nails through his hair, messing up the smoothness of it, revealing waves. Her updo had come undone, finger-waved hair falling into her eyes. The salty, sweet taste of her skin caused him to growl.

“Daddy…I wanna taste that dick…”

With a deep exhale, Smoke stood up. Rosetta sat up on her knees with her dress around her waist and went to work undoing his slacks. She pushed down his boxers and his pants in one motion, his dick bobbing out like a pendulum and hitting her on the chin. Rosetta admired how girthy and veiny her daddy’s dick is. She licked up the precum before it was wasted and with her eyes on him, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked.

“Ahhhh…There you go, baby…that’s how you welcome me home…suck this big boy…gobble it up…”

Her soft hair in his grasp, Smoke’s toned hips pumped her throat. He curled his top lip, revealing golds, grunting at the feel of her tight throat.

“Ugh, fuck, baby…the best dick suckin’ bird in N’awlins…”

Rosetta giggled in response. She prided herself in her skills. Sucking dick and riding dick was her specialty. Smoke licked his lips, eyes barely open as he watched her. He tilted his head and started drilling her mouth. Loud gagging noise started, Rosetta’s once pristine makeup now running down her face.

“You’re so beautiful wit’ my dick in your throat, baby…make daddy cum…so I can fuck that pussy…”

His girth increased, Rosetta’s jaws tightening. She grabbed hold of his balls and worked her neck like no other. Smoke chewed on his bottom lip and threw his head back.

“Hmmm….mmmmmm….”

His hips spasmed out of control. Rosetta almost choked on his thick cum. She had to spit his dick out just to swallow what she could. The rest painted her chest.

“Turn that ass over,” Smoke stepped out of his pants and with one hand on his long dick, he pumped it, “On your knees, gal.”

Rosetta brought that ass in the air and arched her back deep. Smoke stood behind her with a big dick swinging. Rosetta hadn’t felt it in two years. She was afraid. Shaking with fear. He had to open her up again.

“Use them big girl words and tell me what you want,” Smoke slapped her cheeks around, “Where you want this dick?”

“Daddy, fuck me!” Rosetta begged.

His dick aligned with her ass and with his big hands he tucked it higher. Smoke grunted and slapped her bouncy cheeks.

“Ouch! Papa…” Rosetta cried, more from surprise.

It hurt so good. With hands as large as his, he managed to cover a wide area of her ass, leaving behind a burning sting that only made her wiggle her ass against him. Smoke rubbed her down before digging his fingers into the flesh, spreading her wide, and thrusting into her.

“Oh, my! Smoke!”

Rosetta’s ass recoiled and bounced off of Smoke’s sturdy hips. He had her by the hair, keeping her back arched. That man was fucking her like he was fresh out of jail. His thick shaft gave her stretch and his length made her feel it in her stomach. The sound of her wet pussy matched the skin-slapping.

“Big dick on you! Fuck!”

Smoke let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. Rosetta looked back at him with her mouth agape and brows knitted together in disbelief. His hair had puffed up and some strands fell over his forehead. He looked wild and sexy. Muscles flexing, golds flashing, eyes unblinking.

“Keep fuckin’ me, papa! Fuck this wet pussy, daddy! Oh my goddddd—”

Rosetta fell forward and buried her face in the sheets.

“Uh-uh,” Smoke brought one leg up, leaned over her, and wrapped a hand around her throat, “You can take this dick. Get that shit you want so bad,” Smoke said.

Every cry or whimper that came out of her mouth, he responded with an evil chuckle or a groan of his own in her ear.

“Grip me up like that…good girl…that’s it baby…”

Rosetta felt hot liquid trickling down her thighs. Tears brimmed her eyes and her body seized up with her release. Smoke withdrew his hips and got down behind her to lick her up. He licked her thighs, then trailed his spit to her folds. He rolled her onto her back and scooted her towards the edge of the bed. Ass hanging off, legs thrown over his shoulders, Smoke put that dick in her pussy and pounded up into her with sharp thrusts that had her toes curling.

“Oh, shit!” Rosetta and her swinging titties couldn’t handle it, “Damnit, Smoke! I’m cumin’ !!!!!”

Scooting her onto the bed, he pile-drived her into the creaky mattress. Folded in half was an understatement. She stared down the valley of his impressive body at his dick.

“Big Daddy!” Rosetta pressed her feet into his chest, “Fuck me good! Take this pussy!”

“This my fuckin’ pussy…”

Smoke slammed into her before dropping down to kiss her soft lips again. His thrusts turned into modulated pumps that caused her to gasp. Each time his dick would enter her, she would gasp with surprise. Smoke nibbled on her pouty bottom lip and stared into her eyes longingly.

You know I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you anyhow

And I don't care

If you don't want me

I'm yours right now…

“Cum for me Smoke Daddy…”

His forehead furrowed and with one more sharp thrust, he erupted deep in her womb.

———————-

[tgcg]

bad mouther, hole master

TG: kissing with tongue is gross as hell

CG: COME THE FUCK OFF IT.

TG: what

CG: I'M SAYING SHUT UP.

TG: oh

CG: IT'S NOT THAT WEIRD. IT'S LIKE THE NATURAL PROGRESSION OF REGULAR KISSING TO EVENTUALLY INCLUDE THAT. IF YOU HAD ANY SEMBLANCE OF ROMANCE GHOSTING THROUGH THE DEVOLVING REMNANTS OF YOUR THINKPAN YOU'D APPRECIATE WHAT IT BRINGS TO THE NUTRITION PLATFORM OF ANY CONSENTING CONCUPISCENT RELATIONSHIP!

TG: youre talking about it like its a goddamn military weapon or some shit

TG: some kinda scientific fuckin method to fondle a dudes mouth with your own mouth thats

TG: thats gross

TG: this isnt supposed to be a debate before fuckin congress on the pros and cons of getting your mack on

TG: its i would say a reasonably personal thing to react about and thats just my reaction man you dont gotta arbitrate it

TG: and like why the hell do they have to linger on it so long in these movies do they really want me to immerse myself in people necking each other that much

TG: roll the sounds around in my earholes like im swilling a fine fuckin wine

TG: well my professional opinion is that shit tastes and sounds mad gross and tbh i havent seen a single movie where it was close to being any kind of necessary

TG: its just a cringy waste of everyones time

CG: YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, AND I DISAGREE WITH EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR IGNORANCE GASH, YOU LUMP OF TIGHT-LIPPED CLUELESSNESS.

TG: did you just homestar me

CG: FOR THE SAKE OF ARGUMENT, SINCE YOU'RE APPARENTLY DESPERATE TO START SHIT WITH ME RIGHT NOW: HAVE YOU EVER EVEN DONE IT?

TG: hell no

CG: THANK YOU FOR PROVING MY POINT.

TG: proving your point--

TG: bro have uh

TG: have YOU???

CG: EXCUSE ME? HAVE I WHAT?

TG: come on

TG: i walked into this stupid conversation with a fucking shovel and by god am i digging myself a damn hole big and wide enough for every dave across time to squeeze in so i might as well get cosy in this shit before we all start collectively shoving dirt in our mouths

TG: bet your ass im taking you down with me though

TG: grab your spade and get digging man

CG: GRAB MY WHAT????????

TG: just tell me

CG: ???????!!!!!!!!

TG: karkat

CG: NO!

TG: f-

CG: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!!! WHAT PART OF "SHUT UP" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND????

TG: wait no

TG: oh my god dude

TG: you can spin that shit all you want but you can do it the hell away from me

TG: i do not need to be hip to your weirdo foursquare fantasies

TG: patently not my business

CG: STOP RIGHT THERE. JUST SHUT IT. I AM PUTTING US OUT OF OUR MISERY RIGHT NOW. I AM CONDUCTING AN ACT OF MERCY ON THIS INSANE FUCKING CONVERSATION AND YOU ARE GOING TO ZIP YOUR LIPS AND TAKE IT.

CG: HERE IT IS: YOUR SINGLE OPPORTUNITY TO PRETEND YOU NEVER SAID THAT TO ME. I AM GOING TO FORGET YOU MADE A COMPLETE MOCKERY OF ME AND MY CULTURE THIS ONE TIME. AND LET YOU CONTINUE TO DIG YOUR STUPID, SHITTY HOLE.

CG: AND DAVE, I AM BEGGING YOU NOT TO WASTE IT.

CG: TO ANSWER YOUR SHOCKINGLY INAPPROPRIATE QUESTION, NO I HAVE NOT DONE IT.

CG: WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK.

CG: HAPPY?

TG: ……..

TG: way to defuse the situation solid work

TG: real gold star effort grabbin that lit wick and blowing on it

TG: ok first of all you asked me first so dont act like im the one being a weirdo about this

TG: second of all i didnt mean it like that and you know it

TG: THIRD of all what the hell was the point of engaging the knightly theatrics then if you cant even verify that shit

CG: WELL FUCK, SORRY DAVE! I GUESS I'M JUST A FUCKING ROMANCE ENTHUSIAST! I GUESS I GIVE A MAJOR SHIT ABOUT THE THING YOU'RE OPENLY MOCKING TO MY FACE! IS THAT SO IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO WRAP YOUR THOUGHT SPONGE AROUND?

CG: AND IT WAS COMPLETELY REASONABLE FOR ME TO ASK YOU THAT, YOU CONGEALED FETID NOOKSTAIN! MY STATUS ON THE MATTER HAS LITERALLY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE POINT EITHER OF US IS TRYING TO MAKE.

CG: TRY TO KEEP YOUR NUGBONE FROM CAVING IN ON ITSELF WHEN I DROP THIS BOMBSHELL: I'M ALLOWED TO HAVE OPINIONS ON THINGS I ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT, EVEN IF I HAVEN'T DONE THEM! I DON'T JUST GO TROUNCING THE FUCK ABOUT LOBBING MY UNFOUNDED OPINIONS AT PEOPLE LIKE I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING. UNLIKE SOMEONE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INVOLVED IN THIS CONVERSATION WE'RE HAVING RIGHT NOW!

TG: youre

CG: I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU BY THE WAY. THE SOMEONE IS YOU.

TG: oh gimme a break

TG: bro youre going apeshit over something you havent even done

TG: you know what that sounds like to me it sounds like an overcompensating fake fan who doesnt get any

TG: you heard of troll napoleon complex

CG: AT LEAST I ACTUALLY FORMED MY OPINION BASED ON CAREFUL CONSIDERATION --

TG: -- oh yeah i bet huh

CG: -- INSTEAD OF JUST BANKING ON NUBJERK --

TG: -- not a real thing you just said

CG: -- REACTIONS AND WRINKLING MY SNIFF NUB AT ANY SIGNS OF GENUINE PHYSICAL INTIMACY!

TG: stop saying nub

CG: YOU EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BULGEWAD

TG: not too much worse than being a perpetual fountain of emotional diarrhea

CG: DON'T YOU DARE.

CG: DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO USE THAT AS A "GOTCHA", YOU--… YOU! FUCK!

TG: dude did you actually run out of insults

TG: okay this is getting concerning

TG: youre the international dude of verbal dunks

TG: that can not be happening

CG: AAGHRJRGHJRGRHJAGHRJGRHJAGRHJRGRHJRGRHRJR

TG: you cant run out of em youre like the ultimate peddler of hate

CG: YOU DON'T THINK I'M CRITICALLY AWARE OF THE HOOFBEASTSHIT I'M SPEWING NIGH FUCKING CONSTANTLY?! I AM PAINFULLY COGNIZANT OF HOW MORONIC EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS!!!!

TG: feel like ive done some damage here

CG: ESPECIALLY MYSELF!

TG: alright bud time to calm down

CG: YOU CALM DOWN!!!!

TG: okay whatever!

CG: WHATEVER!!!!!!!!

TG: jeez

…

TG: here

…

CG: UGH.

TG: yeah

TG: really glad stuff like this happens in private

CG: YEAH. SAME HERE.

CG: JEGUS, CAN WE GO BACK TO BEFORE WE HAD THIS CONVERSATION? I DON'T ASK YOU MANY FAVORS, SO SURELY YOUR SLURRY OF ILL-DEFINED TIME POWERS CAN ALLOW YOU TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

CG: JUST LIKE, WIPE THAT WHOLE THING OFF THE SLATE.

CG: LET'S START OVER. SAY, FIVE MINUTES AGO. HOW DOES THAT SOUND?

TG: what conversation?

CG: OKAY, GOTCHA.

[1-jar-of-stars]

Eurovision (I thought y'all was boycotting that shit because of how it has spent YEARS siding with Azerbaijan and Israel, perpetuators of on-going genocide) and The Met Gala (a glorified fashion show that is genuinely just a display of celebrity from the upper class) are trending in the number 2 and 3 spots on Tumblr at the time of me typing this. Where is the fucking noise about Eurovision taking focus off of Palestine? Why are there people in the tags still watching that show?? And The Met Gala is trending, as it does every single year. But that's CERTAINLY not being called out for taking focus off of Palestine. I've seen bloggers talk about how the Met was their ''little treat'' to distract from the on-going horrors, but Kendrick murdering Aubrey (exposing him as a child predator who associates with documented sex offenders) is somehow '''taking focus away from Palestine'''? Why is it that you think this is different from the Met doing the same thing? And why are they not acknowledging the severity of what's being discussed here (which is why it took so many tracks to fully level the accusations) and instead treating it like some superficial cat fight between rich people. If anything should be treated like superficial celebrity nonsense, it's The Meta Gala.

One is honestly an unimportant showing, the other is a Pulitzer Prize holder exposing damning secrets and sickening allegations against someone with a track record of being inappropriate with women and minors. But as soon as the '''beef''' escaped containment on Black Tumblr, everybody and their colonizing mamas wanted to come out the woodwork and 1.) talk about shit they know nothing about because they don't fuck with black music and 2.) act like this ''beef'' is just ''millionaires angrily writing at each other'' and not someone FINALLY addressing the years of verifiable allegations of misconduct on someone who is a culture vulture imitating the worst parts of black american lifestyle. ''They Not Like Us''? More like ''This Shit's Not For You''. Not only are they talking out the side of their neck up and down the tags, they're being racist as hell about it. If you don't know enough to treat this shit with the gravity it deserves AS AN OUTSIDER LOOKING IN, you need to shut up and sit down. Too many people on the ''white fujoshi website'' have unacknowledged and unpacked racism that bleeds over into everything they interact with and it's SO damn tiring to see.

Either give the same grace to this as you're giving to the Met Gala and whatever week-long trends on Tumblr that have appeared over the past 8 months, or stay out of black business. Period. I'm ready to start biting fr

ANON YOURE SO REAL!!! ALL DAY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SAYING KENDRICK IS A DISTRACTION JUST FOR THEM TO BAIL ON THE EUROVISION PLAN

AND IT’S DIFFERENT??? HOW???

[hel-phoenyx]

Texts

Oli belongs to @thal-ent, Domhildr and Pharaildis (mentioned) to @thal-ent, Meili to @azeler and Kaizarz (mentioned) to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Oli 💜

"you good, man ?"

"Yeah. Why."

"you've been streaming Sweater Weather for like, three hours"

"and it's three am"

"..."

"Get off my Spotify account and go to sleep."

"you first"

____

Domi 💘

"oli told mi ur filleeng bad"

"I'm fine."

"you'd telle me of yur waire not right ?"

"Of course. I've learnt my lesson."

"sometaimes I theenk naut"

"I'll havv to.... disciplaine yu ?😏"

"Oh, no, what a nightmare."

"Truly I am terrified of your choice of punition."

"Whatever shall I do to prevent you tiny, pretty demon to torture me."

"Oh no."

"I luvv u so much"

"I love you too, Domi."

"Now go to sleep. You have a shift tomorrow and I'd feel guilty if you couldn't work because of me.❤️"

___

Meili (asshole)

"Having a bad case of the pining again, huh."

"Shut it."

"You are literally screaming your gay yearning on every roof."

"The fact Domhildr explained to you gay culture doesn't mean you can use it against me every now and then, Ymirsen."

"Also why are you up too."

"That is absolutely none of your business, Tyr."

"Nightmares again, isn't it ?"

"Nothing gets past you."

"I may not have gone to the war, but I know what PTSD looks like. I lost a hand when I was sixteen, might I remind you."

"Also I think sassing me is not a good way to make the nightmares go away."

"No. It's the best."

"-_-"

"I know you masochist. You love it."

"Goodnight, Meili."

___

Love 💘

"Is everything alright ?"

"Yeah. I promise."

"Then why are you up and listening to sad songs on loop ?"

"For the first part, I could ask you the same question, Brynja."

"Not my fault this time. Pharaildis brought me to a bar and we partied for a long time."

"..... You drank ?"

"Do I look like it ?"

"No, but I know how in control you can be."

"That makes two of us."

"..."

"Rest well, Tyr. I'm here, if you need help."

___

Fenrir (weekly block is good for health)

"It was you, isn't it ?"

"i don't see what you're talking about."

"So it was you."

"Look, giving you access to my Spotify Premium while I'm not on it is not an excuse to listen to specific songs on loop, people think it's me afterwards."

"the fact you're up to see me pull that is worrying enough"

"Why are you even doing that ?"

"i wanna hear about the reactions 😇"

"is your favorite puppy handler texting you asking why you're listening to a bi anthem on loop while you have one... sorry, two girlfriends ?"

"..."

"This is getting a bit out of hand, Fenrir."

"Also use his name."

"fine."

"did kaizarz text u or not."

"MF is SLEEPING"

"Like ALL OF US should."

"pussy"

"You're an idiot."

"says who ?"

"I will block you."

"haha do it you coward you fool"

"you'll thank me tomorrow"

"if i have to tolerate the giant prick i will not tolerate your sad doberman eyes every time u look at that motherfucker"

"fucks sake is it that complicated for allos to just tell a crush you like them"

"tyr ?"

"i hope for ur sake u went to sleep."

[iwritelmao]

The Maximoffs

summary: Wanda begins her studies on research, history, and literature, while in true Maximoff fashion, bending the rules a bit. Additionally, her classic shut-in behavior must end... With Peter's help, of course.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5 Coming Soon)

Wanda sat in the library, hunched over a book, exactly how she’d been about six months prior in Queens NY, in the library of Fordham University. Only this one was much smaller, even in its non-relative impressive size. Wanda liked that though. There were no whispered conversations at the circulation desk, no study groups being a bit too loud in a far corner. It seemed in this school, you were either dead silent, or you weren’t the type of person to be in a library.

Of course, there were exceptions. Like when Scott barged in to call Jean out on importan X-Men business. Something about national security being in danger. Or when Hank and Raven flirted over engineering volumes. Or when the professor came to check on Wanda after her third hour of isolation.

“I see you’ve abandoned War and Peace.” He noted, though he didn’t seem upset.

Wanda looked up sheepishly from the book she was reading. “You have a first edition Wuthering Heights.”

“Yes, I believe I also have Jane Eyre lying around somewhere.” Charles Xavier smiled at the girl’s astonishment. “A great something or other of mine was a Brontë fan.”

“Wow…” Her voice was barely at a whisper.

“Do you like to read?”

“Kind of? I think most of the appeal is seeing where the books have been. Looking for signs of whoever read them before; names inside covers, library logs, notes in margins.”Wanda said enthusiastically, though still keeping her voice down. “It’s like you can look at someone else’s life, their reality, through the window of another reality entirely… that’s a special thing for those of us who can’t read minds.”

Charles nodded. “I can imagine.” He said. “Though what I can’t guess at… is why you dropped out of university.”

Wanda looked up from the book. “It’s a long story.”

“Wanda you’re a wonderful student, filled with more academic curiosity than I can begin to muster out of Scott, or Jean, or even Kurt.”

She tensed up. “I really just don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Would you rather talk to your father?”

She clenched her jaw then took a deep breath. “No. And he obviously wants nothing to do with me or Peter.”

“You can’t really believe that.”

“Professor, he knows. And I’m willing to bet he’s known for a while.”

Charles Xavier sat up just a bit straighter. “No, that’s… surely he would’ve said something.”

“Yeah, your guess at ‘what the fuck’ is as good as mine.” Wanda said softly. “Don’t believe me? Read his mind, or something.”

“I’m not going to- no, I believe you,” Charles said. “Whatever he knows or doesn’t know, Erik wants a family more than anything. There must be something keeping him from speaking out… there must be.”

Wanda got back to her room to find Peter sitting cross-legged on her bed, flipping through one of her books. He looked up briefly before turning his attention back to the book, silver hair shielding his eyes. "You wrote all over this thing."

"That thing is a history textbook, so yeah, I annotated it," Wanda said, dropping her bag at the foot of her bed and sitting next to her brother.

"On Bohemian Culture..." Peter read from the cover, then moved to the sticker on one of the bottom corners. "Rented copy... Weren't you supposed to give this back to Fordham?"

Wanda shrugged. "I wanted a souvenir. And it's actually really interesting."

"God, you're boring," Peter tossed the book aside. Wanda used her powers to catch it in mid-air then set it on her desk. "Make any friends yet?"

The girl looked confused. "Why?"

"You're kidding," Peter remarked with raised eyebrows. Wanda shrugged. "Okay, fine. I'm heading out on the town with Hank and Raven tonight, you should come."

"The teachers?"

"Unless you, a vaguely 20-something-year-old, wanna go hang out with the gaggle of eighteen-year-olds," Peter suggested sarcastically, referring to Jean, Jubilee, and Scott. (seriously what the fuck is the aging system in these movies? I'm choosing to believe that the Maximoff twins are both 23 cause I feel like it)

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Fair. But Hank and Raven are... well, I don't know. They're something. I feel like they'd just be babysitting us all night." She said. "Plus, what nightlife is there in Westchester, New York?"

Peter stood up. "Would you stop making excuses to exile yourself?"

She looked at him for a long time, trying to find more reasons to say no, stay in, and read. But she kept drawing up blanks. Her mind kept going back to that one question. Where exactly was one supposed to find good nightlife in Westchester?

Raven threw her head back laughing and Hank watched adoringly. The older man smiled, then took another swig from the bottle of wine he'd brought (apparently, beer didn't agree with his stomach). Raven and Peter shared a six-pack, while Wanda sat and watched with a lukewarm, unfinished hard cider in her hands. She wouldn't drink anything that wasn't sweet or fruity.

They sat around a bonfire in the woods. It had previously been populated by the K-12 students during the homecoming season, but now all that was left was long since scorched grass, and empty bottles littering the clearing.

It was nice, Wanda decided, to be so free with a small group of people. Hank had been hanging from the trees earlier. Raven, shifting from blue, to blonde, and back as it suited her comfort. Peter darted back to the Mansion more than once for more ice to put in the cooler. Wanda had refrained from using her powers much, maybe because she wasn't drunk enough. Maybe because she was too intoxicated to do so safely. After all, dangerous things could happen if one played with chaos magic, the very threads of reality, so carelessly.

"Wanda!" Raven called out. "Your turn."

"Oh, uh..." Wanda paused, considering the question they'd all gone around the fire answering. "Nowhere."

Hank tilted his head. "What do you mean, 'nowhere'?"

The young woman shifted in her seat. "I mean, I've never..."

Peter spit out his beer. "What?" He stared with wide eyes. "What about that one guy? What's his name? He took you to prom, and after, you went to his place and..."

"Watched Never Ending Story on VHS."

Raven set her drink down. "Let me get this straight... You're a twenty-three-year-old virgin?"

Wanda shrugged. "I guess. I mean I've never really felt that way about another person. Sure, I've wanted to date people before... maybe even kiss them, but anything past that..." She looked up from her hands to see the rest of the group staring. "Sorry, I know it's-"

"Natural," Raven said. "Whatever you feel, or don't feel, it's for a reason. It's okay."

Wanda looked at her with a smile. For a moment, the only sound was the crackling of the fire, until Peter took a worryingly long sip of beer and said. "My first kiss was a guy on the track team at the high school I went to."

All eyes went to Peter. His twin sister's eyes widened as her head snapped in his direction. "Not Oliver..."

"Yes, Oliver."

"I thought you hated Oliver."

"Oh, I did. Hated him all the way to third base."

[wahbegan]

Actually, no, i've decided i am gonna go on a monologue about this cause i feel like it

Okay, so let me preface this with a disclaimer. I do not like what the Assassin's Creed franchise has become. I do not like Ubisoft. I don't like modern games, i should say modern AAA games in general. I think they've really stripped a lot of the art and the soul out of the medium with all the live service Skinner lootbox grindathon work their devs to death shit, i think they're making them as addictive and heavily monetized as possible and it's all about money, and i think Ubisoft is a large part of that problem. I haven't been into Assassin's Creed since Black Flag. I'm told there have been a few since then that are okay, i'm sure if i played them i'd like them fine, but i don't approve of any of the decisions Ubisoft makes on a business level. I think there are a lot of extremely valid grievances of this game. I think a $130 collector's edition is insane, and asking for preorders without showing a single frame of gameplay would be hilarious if it wasn't so infuriating.

THAT OUT OF THE WAY, i think the backlash against this game's protagonists is just straight-up misogyny and racism, and the worst part is it's all packaged like it's the most logical thing in the world. Yasuke is not only a real historical figure, but one who is popular in Japanese media, and from everything i've seen of actual Japanese people reacting to it, none of them give a shit and a lot are quite excited about it. I think the point of view of "Why the fuck is it set in Japan if we're playing as a black guy" is an extremely uneducated American point of view, and i think the inherent misogyny of it has gone unnoticed by a lot of people.

Because over and over "I wanna play as a Japanese guy," when there is a Japanese character right fucking there. There is a Japanese ninja, the devs have given her a very strong connection to the culture, she's apparently from the Province that is cited as the birthplace of Shinobi, with her father being another historical figure that was cited as one of the leaders of these proto-ninjas, and nobody really gives a shit.

Nobody gives a shit about that character, even though on paper, she's exactly what they're asking for, because she's a woman. The explicit message is "I don't wanna play as a black guy in Japan", but underneath is the implicit message "I don't wanna play as a black guy in Japan AND I don't want to play as a member of one of the most influential ninja families whose father was one of the most famous jonin to ever exist because she's a girl so fuck her that's not important."

It's fucking insane and the way they package it like they're being completely logical and rational about it makes me feel like i'm on fucking crazy pills. Shut the fuck up and play as a woman and a black guy, your fucking dick won't fall off. If there's one thing Assassin's Creed IS consistently good at as a franchise, it's the heightened historical realism thing they're going for.

Did y'all raise this much Hell about playing as Ratonhnhake:ton during the Revolutionary War? I'm genuinely asking cause i wasn't in the fandom when that shit came out. If you did, it wouldn't surprise me and fucking shame on you, and if you didn't, you're massive hypocrites with a special place in your cold, dead heart for hating black people so fuck it.

I mean have you played the fucking games? If you're anti-woke, it's not really the right franchise for you in the first fucking place.

[mrs-monaghan]

I ain't gonna lie. JK kinda being a bit of a shit stirrer today. Why is he posting pictures adding up to 13 like he's baiting Jimin, but posting the food in the same set of dishes that Tae owns? Tae already showed that dish set in his story not long ago. Kinda like that day JK said Jimin was his, but turned around and said Tae was his. JM's in NY minding his business, while JK's kinda being messy. Well, at least both sets of shippers are happy & fighting at the same time over who JK is really posting for.

Anon, come closer. Let me show you something.

Remember this?

Okay. Wonderful then I'm sure you remember that atrocity they did of photoshoping V on Jimin's face. See if u can find it among all these times where they replaced Jimin with V.

These assholes didn't even try 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ That's one of the most iconic Jikook moments of all time. If you're gonna try to copy at least put in some effort 🙄🙄

That's one.

2) Remember when Jimin said the best part that represented him was the timestamp 1:23 on the One Day MV?

Remember how JK started recommending songs to army and pausing the songs at 1:23? He did this continuously without fail. (Manilla fight)

Even when sometimes the part made no sense. More on this here.

When Jikookers started celebrating this guess what the vermin did? They took the 123 theory and decided to relate that to Vkook. Even though they never would have done that shit, if Jikookers didn't point it out. According to them, 123 was about Tkk because V was born on 12th December 🤦🏽‍♀️

Shouldn't it have been 1230 then?? Why did they get rid of the 0? For convenience as always. 🙄🙄 Well, joke's on them, because JK stopped doing this. This is one of the earliest moments of JK debunking Tkkrs.

3) When Jkkrs noticed the JM and started talking about it.

The vermin said the tiger was about them. Because V's animal is a tiger.

Fuck the fact that the tiger and Korean culture go hand in hand. But guess what JK did when he met Poly C? He👏🏾covered👏🏾that👏🏾shit👏🏾up! Sure the man and the rest of BTS hated how the SK government were treating them. Sure he hates how he can't even show the world who he's in love with due to his homophobic country, so he decided the Tiger didn't mean that much to him after all. But I bet he saw a chance to kill 2 birds with one stone and he did. Fuck SK and fuck Tkkrs. Boom! Done.

4) When Karmy nick named Jikook the Sun and Moon duo because satellite Jeon is always orbiting Jimin like the moon orbits the sun, The vermin also started calling Tkk the Sun and Moon duo. Their reason? Don't ask me. Idk and idc. Too bad though, coz even BH knows who are the REAL Sun and Moon duo

5) While we are on the "mine" topic. Karmy already explained the difference between JK saying Jimin is his Vs when he said (warning RIP your algorithm if you click on this) V is his. According to Karmy, with V it came off more like a statement. With Jimin it was possessive, AF. And I agree. Not just because I'm a Jikooker, but because you don't need to be Korean to hear the difference.

For context: An army asked JK to give Jimin to them and JK was like; he's mine. But here is what u have to keep in mind. The V one came way, way, waaaaaay later than the Jimin one. As soon as he said Jimin was his, the vermin kept pestering JK with the same thing the former Army asked about Jimin. So going by JK's tone, it seems to me like he said what he said about V, to shut them up. 🤷🏽‍♀️ The difference is in the tone, guys. U don't gotta be Korean to hear it.

These are just a few examples. And now you're telling me, even though our numbers theory makes more sense, Tkkrs are claiming what JK is doing on weverse for themselves because of a plate?? A plate? Really.

This is just like when they decided Tkk went snowboarding because of a pair of shoes. Like no one else owns those shoes apart from JK and V 🤡 Again, someone please explain to me how people take them seriously. Please. They want what we have soooooo bad. They have always wanted what we have.

Jin can grab V's balls or whatever tf this was. Taejin what goes on??? 🧐🧐

And the vermin did not bat an eye. Not one fucking peep from them. But in the same memories 2021, Jimin gets embarrassed and does the simple act of hiding his face in JK's neck (something he has done for years BTW)

And ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!!!

You cannot tell me these people don't know Jikook is real. If they didn't see what we see they wouldn't want what we have so bad. And they certainly wouldn't feel so damn threatened.

So anon, JK owning the same plate as V, cannot even be compared to JK making a post on Jimin time. It ain't and will never be the fucking same. Please.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Emily in Paris : Season 4 - Part. 1 - Quotes

"- Oui, thanks to Luc. And the less we say about it, the better. - I warned you about this, Emily. You broadcast your entire life for public consumption and now it's affecting my business." (Sylvie - Episode 1)

"- He won't even speak to me and, well, he blocked my number and deleted me on Instagram. (Emily) - After such a humiliation, who can blame him?" (Sylvie - Episode 1)

"- Alfie, don't let your emotions cloud your judgment." (Episode 1)

"- Can you start tonight? - I have plans with Nicolas. (Mindy) - Why don't you ask him for the money? (Etienne) - He's not an ATM. (Mindy) - Well, his father is a billionaire, girl. (Etienne) - Just because he's hot doesn't mean you can't date him for his money. (Mindy) - Multitask, bitch." (Etienne - Episode 1)

"- What the hell, Cooper? When were you going to tell me my face is plastered all over the city, looking at you like you're not about the ruin my life? (Alfie) - You promise you won't go disappearing on me? (Emily) - As if you'd let me. (Alfie - Episode 1)

"- I can't believe you exhumed an ex-boyfriend to make a co-worker happy. And corporate co-dependence is a disease. (Mindy) - He's not my ex. At least, not yet. And I am not codependent... (Emily) - Uh... Hmm. (Mindy) -... I'm just very dedicated to my job. (Emily - Episode 1)

"- I can't believe how cheap I feel in a dress this expensive. (Mindy) - Mindy, wait. (Nicolas) - You do not want me to stay with this much rage and free alcohol. But in the future, I'll wear whatever the fuck I want." (Mindy - Episode 1)

"- But, Sylvie, you must feel terrible. (Emily) - Not really." (Sylvie - Episode 2)

"- Everybody's disposable, Emily. Remember that." (Sylvie - Episode 2)

"- Just so you know, women shouldn't go into the brand closet alone. You need a buddy. (Girls at JVML) - I was thinking I needed a cart, but a friend to help carry all this would be better." (Mindy - Episode 2)

"- When I'm interested in your opinion, I'll ask for it, Emily." (Episode 2)

"- I'd rather not dredge up tasteless stories from the past. It was a different time." (Sylvie - Episode 2)

"- We are beyond pointing fingers, Emily. The fact is, we are fucked!" (Episode 2)

"- She's also one of my first friends in Paris. She gave me hope that not every French person hated me because I'm American. (Emily) - They hate you because you steal their boyfriends." (Camille's friends - Episode 2)

"- I'm trying to come up with some excuse for her going completely dark." (Episode 2)

"- Camille has disappeared. Do they suspect foul play? - I don't think so. (Emily) - I'd hope not. She's a gallerist, not a foreign dictator. - Well, I'm sure she just needs space, and would appreciate it if everyone minded their own business." (Emily - Episode 2)

"- Don't worry. Okay? You're not going to give away anything. Sometimes in life, things go missing and they're never found." (Episode 2)

"- Oh, what if we did a non-alcoholic version? There's growth in that sector, thanks to the sober curious movement. (Emily) - The sober what? (Sylvie) - Sober curious movement. It's mostly Gen Z and millennials who are adopting a wellness approach to alcohol. (Emily) - They're not sober. They're just exploring not drinking. (Luc) - So they're drinking, but not talking about it? (Luc) - No, they're not drinking, but they won't shut up about it." (Sylvie) - Sound like they need a drink. (Luc) - Sobriety may be popular in America, but it's the antithesis of French culture. (Sylvie - Episode 3)

"- Okay. Is it just me, or did all of the men in Paris suddenly get a lot hotter? (Emily) - They've always been hot. (Mindy) - I am so over both of them. (Emily) - You're on a dick embargo? Waiting for your Prince Charming? (Mindy) - Oui. His name is Jacques, and he has five stars." (Emily - Episode 3)

"- Getting into this outfit was a two-person job. What'd I miss? (Mindy) - Turns out the masks go on and the true feelings come out. (Emily) - Oh ! Who are we talking about? Gabriel or Alfie?" (Mindy - Episode 3)

"- Oh ! Someone's living out their horny Bridgerton fantasies." (Mindy - Episode 3)

"- Do you have any idea what kind of scrutiny my father is under right now? (Nicolas) - He was my inspiration. Men can't keep their dicks in their pants. Why should we pretend otherwise?" (Grégory - Episode 4)

"- Clear your schedule and your browsing history." (Sylvie - Episode 4)

"- I think it looks like a place that was hot in the '70s. (Sylvie) - It's not about the place. It's about the people. We will resurrect the glory days of disco." (Héloise - Episode 4)

"- I just want to be with you. Anywhere and everywhere." (Episode 4)

"- Emily, who are you right now? (Mindy) - Someone who's living the question instead of always trying to find the right answer. (Emily) - Why the roof? (Mindy) - Maybe there's people in her apartment, you know?" (Emily - Episode 4)

"- Or maybe she's in a throuple. Or a polyamorous quad, you know? But they just... they just wanted a moment alone together. That, with Augustinus Bader, going gray isn't giving up. It's glowing up." (Emily) - Nice job in there. I'm a little surprised though. (Sylvie) - Why? (Emily) - Americans can't tolerate ambiguity. (Sylvie) - I think right now it's better to be Switzerland." (Emily - Episode 4)

"- I am not asking you to choose a side, I'm asking you to choose me." (Episode 4)

"- Yeah, you would, but it's 45 minutes out of the city. I'm not living in Paris to not live in Paris." (Camille) - Okay, well, there are nice apartments in Athens. (Sofia) - O, I bet. I could never leave Paris. (Camile) - She's having his baby. Did you really think that she was going to move away from him? (Sofia - Episode 4)

"- Well, that was the most expensive meet-and-great. Oh, so this drink was a trompe-l'oeil. (Emily) - When Em learns a new French phrase, she loves to apply it to everything." (Mindy - Episode 5)

"- You need a recommendation? (Emily) - More like a reservation. At a place where it's impossible to get a table." (Sylvie - Episode 5)

"- I've never seen him so happy. He should lose a star more often." (Mindy)

[sparrow-in-the-field]

Alright I'm saying one more thing and then I'm shutting the fuck up because it ain't my damn business and I don't think most of y'all care about my opinion anyway. I kinda get the feeling that some of y'all don't even like me, so I might as well keep being a damn stick in the mud.

Before this account (on here and my AO3), I had another that was part of a huge fandom. Like, millions of people, hundreds of thousands of kudos on AO3 huge. So the 10% rule meant that there were a lot of crazies.

The culture in that fandom (at least my little corner of it) was to block and move on. Don't engage. Don't waste your time. Block. Move on.

You don't have to ask someone else to block you. The button is free. You can block them.

But then you won't be able to give them a piece of your mind! A real "gotcha" moment that proves you're right! I'll let you in on a secret: they don't care.

All they care about is getting attention, and you engaging at all is feeding exactly into what they want, no matter how eloquent or witty or correct your reply is. I know it's far less thrilling, but the way to actually make them feel icky and stupid is to ignore them. They say knowingly irritating shit, but no one so much as bats an eye? Not a single note to their post or ask in their inbox?? That is their nightmare. So the easiest way to do that? Block. Them.

[1111jenx]

random astro placements &

their culture 🕊🏪🕊

(part 4)

astro culture series, part I — part II — part III

i'm back at it again with my weekly roast series but this time i wanna make it educational like my notes this time >:) enjoy luvs

🕊libra rising culture is looking at your friend dead in the eyes and telling them "i look more attractive in person right my photos online don't do me justice hahahahahahahaahhahahaah" and y'all would keep staring until that friend agrees like ihy💀

🕊scorpio placements culture is telling people what do you mean i'm secretive i literally overshared so much remember that one time i told you i love chinese food? i never told anyone that.

🕊virgo rising culture is obsessively psychoanalyzing every person you meet and accidentally saying it out loud like oH tHaTs WhY you're like that

🕊mars in 5h culture is saying "guys i can not do this today xoxo 😚"when your friends want to play never have i ever as a drinking game💀

🕊gemini mercury culture is everyone stealing your sense of humour so you don't know to either feel mad or superior🥳

🕊mars in 11H culture is having a STRONG sense of right and wrong but you're so supportive of your friends no matter what. the type to give their friends an hour lecture on why they should not date that crusty fishboy but end your speech with ".... and thats what i think but if you really wanna do it then go for it i guess just know the consequences and let me know if you're bout to be stupid mkay?"😃 like naw ion wanna be responsible for any of ur decision dear

🕊cancer rising culture is yelling at your s/o something along the line of "if you really wanted to talk to me. even though i blocked you on every possible platforms, my email was still open you just didn't care enough" i-

🕊gemini mars culture is making intense eyecontact with your friend and tell them with a serious voice like "no i don't do salad."

🕊7H stellium culture is waking up and choose to know everyones business. y'all keep making fun of 3H stellium but they be talking about anything but your dumbass. it's 7H stellium that has infos which would royally fuck you up<3

🕊moon in 5H culture is emotionally connecting with your one-night-stand.

🕊chart ruler in 7H culture is screaming IM UNLOVABLE every hour but leave 20 people on read how does that even work ma'am 🤣

🕊virgo rising culture is blasting the weeknd music and sit in your cozy home by yourself cause this is rare as hell and its one of the few moments when you don't have to worry about anything or anyone. also turning your phone into no disturb mode so no chaotic friends can reach you you're on time-out sir

🕊9H venus culture is your friends physically having to stop you when you talk about that one person way too much and ask you bro do you like that person or smth why are you talking abt them? and you just go like oh fuck. i do. i do like them.

🕊virgo rising culture is getting second hand embarrassment from your drunkass friends in public like uh yeah i guess they're my friends you can call us that i think my responsibilities now ahahahahhahaahhahah💀💀

🕊capricorn moon culture is playing hard to get or simp so hard you make your future self uncomfortable no in between.

🕊6H moon culture is having random icks like someone would say "its lit" and it would get to you and you'd have to head out cause you feel cringed sksksk

🕊venus in 1H culture is brainstorming about your kids names and start planning the wedding after one month of dating 😄

🕊aquarius mercury culture is using all the power you have left in your body not to say "respecfully can you shut the fk up😀" to someone cause you're running out of patience.

🕊libra venus culture is having sex with night changes by One Direction playing in the background.

🕊sun square ascendant culture is secretly loving reckless people. like wow you wanna jump off a plane and go swim with sharks with no prior knowledge? thats hot🥵

🕊gemini moon culture is overthinking in the most random moments like y'all deadass would be giving your puppy a bath and you would start talking to your dog like oh wait i just remember that one time when my partner did that thats kinda sus does that mean he doesn't think i'm attractive anymore omg what if i-💀

🕊2H venus culture is listening to lana del rey when you're 12 and you're just like wow money power oLd mEn and sex i relate to that wow. no babygurl. no you don't.

🕊aries placements culture is loving optimistic people, like you vibe so well with crackheads muahz🤎

🕊water venus culture is actually believing in love is sufferings like no rachael, that one guy calling you a cünt before telling you you're his soulmate is not it💀 stop thinking that pain and love come hand in hand istg

🕊fire venus culture is knowing you're superior and thinking you're all that just to hold someones hands during sex and saying ily during the deeds😄so much for thinking y'all are tough huh

🕊leo rising culture is staring at that one girl who's throwing up infront of everyone and thinking to yourself oh thank you dear lord thank god thats not my dumbass

🕊venus in 12H culture is going 👁👄👁 as your s/o is in tears screaming what do you mean you need some space for youself? we've been dating for 4 years wtf

🕊leo venus culture is staring at yourself in the mirror a lil too long like oh what would i do without this face🥵

🕊leo venus culture is blowing things out of proportion and your excuse is "i only do it because i care okay" ok.

🕊libra placements culture is mentally taking 3 deep breaths every time someone thinks they can use your indecisiveness to their advantage

🕊pisces placements culture is looking like anime characters. don't even try changing my mind.

🕊gemini/aries/aquarius/sagittarius mercury culture is people asking are you alright every-time you stay quiet for a good 5 minute

🕊fire MC culture is working on 19837292 projects and the second you see something cool you're just like okay i can take on one more why not😄

🕊4H placements culture is the sexual tensions between you and that one person that keeps telling you how you have a chart of a serial killer like oh yeah? you're up next bbygurl

🕊leo placements culture is having no chill. raise your voice at me again and i'll tell you whats up😀

🕊also leo placements culture is knowing how superficial you can be like did you just call me pretty and funny? aight i like you now the bar is in hell🥰

🕊venus in 11H culture is constantly imagining what if you end up dating your bestfriend like do you even know what platonic friendship is💀

🕊pluto in 3H culture is falling in love with that person who degrade you the right way like why do you guys like when others are mean to you are you okay😀?!?!

🕊sagittarius moon culture is feeling guilty for the most random thing ever like how does it go from "aw i feel so bad that you broke your arms" to "guys i'm crying i can't believe ice is melting and all those little penguins have no where to stay"

🕊virgo moon culture is enjoying sufferings a lil too much just because if y'all don't suffer you'd think something fishy is going on like omg i haven't overthink and cry in sometimes is everyone okay 🤨

🕊libra moon culture is standing up in god speed and say ight im just gonna head out when people start yelling💀💀💀

🕊moon in 7H culture is acting all tough and scary when you first meet them but show them a puppy or a cat and watch them start speaking in a babyvoice in the span of 5 minutes like excuse me are you bipolar or something LMFAO im jk

🕊capricorn moon culture is having a soft spot for crackheads. like wow i can't believe you'd confide in me enough to show me your most vulnerable moment aka when you're high asf on crack stay here i'll shelter you forever

So heres a very veryyyy short astro culture post hehe (comparing to the last posts ofc🤣)! I genuinely can't something I started during one of my insomnia moments got such positive feedbacks from yall!!

Thank you guys for being so supportive hehe leave a comment or say something cute before y'all leave;)

love,

saint jenx🍸

[sunnyborabora]

Alpha (Jungkook x Reader) Chapitre 5

Y/n is a powerful alpha. Nothing bad in fact except for the fact that she is a female alpha, something so rare that only a few are existing at the same time. Despite this, she is living her life as she wants, until she met Jeon Jungkook. An omega that wants everything but being what he is. They are undoubtedly attract to each other, but they don't seem to know why. As they are trying to start a relationship they have no idea that bigger forces have already planed something.

Warning: a bit of angst, panic attack, mention of violence at the end

Am I being constant? It seems like it! Thank you for all your support I love it and it motivate me to write even more. Here is the 5th chapter we are starting the sirious stuff! I might update the Jimin spin off next week with one of the requests! Love you all

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She was expecting a phone call from her older brother any time soon. Just, maybe, not that soon. Exactly the day after the incident with Sohee happened. She was editing some song she had to lead to her boss soon when her phone buzzed. The familiar name just made her sighted. « Hello. -I don't know why but I thought you weren't going to answer » At least he didn't sound angry. « Since when am I ignoring your calls ? I don't want you to come for me » He laughed. Okay maybe everything was going to be fine. « But seriously. You know why I am calling you ? -You send me Sohee. Honestly I don't know what you were expecting when you send her to me. I don't know what I can do more than dad could have done... -She needed to get away from where she was living. We can't keep here in the pack. It's too tensed lately. » She let go of her guitar, putting it on top of her desk. « What is happening ? Is everything okay ? -I can't tell you anything. You know, since you are not a part of the pack anymore » Maybe he had the intention of hurting her, making her felt isolated. He was forgetting that she was the one who left because she wanted to be free. « I know. I just hope that if something was happening to our parents you would tell me. -Of course. Even if you are stubborn little shit you are still my baby sister. » She scoffed. « Family is family right. -You can say that » he laughed. « But I wasn't calling you only about Sohee. You have an omega ? -I'm really going to have a conversation with those bastards... -Hey, you are the one who is keeping secret. They really thought you would get in trouble for that. Like it wasn't bound to happen. -It's none of their business. What is happening between me and Jungk- I mean the omega, is supposed to stay between us too. -So you take this seriously. -What do you mean ? -I've never heard you being this passionate about one of your partner. Is he taking knot well at l- -That sounds like the end of our relationship as siblings to me. » He laughed not threatened at all. « Possessive much ? Oh my god what is happening to you ? » It was low key scaring Y/n. The feeling of anger and possessiveness in her chest, the reaction of her wolf. It was going crazy inside her chest. There was something wrong with her. « I don't know. Honestly I- -I understand don't worry. Just don't do anything stupid. -Since when am I doing stupid stuff. -Your birth I would say » She simply told him to shut up before he laughed and tell her good bye. Once he hanged up, Y/n kept her phone her hand for a while. When was the last time she talked to a member of her family ? She didn't know. She had no news of her mother, even less of her father. Mark, the one who had just called her was actually the only one who was texting her time to time. She wasn't really sad. She had always been a loner, totally fine by herself. But it wasn't in alpha's culture to be alone. They needed to care for people, to protect. She had fabulous friend that she was able to love and protect but it wasn't the same thing as a pack. She had finally finished the song and was satisfied with it and was already walking down the hall to look for her boss when she received a text from Jungkook. This boy was driving her mad. Wasn't she supposed to be a superior being among wolf, being super duper dominant. And here she was worrying about everything he was doing. She knew something was wrong when she was ready to go to sleep yesterday, and that she could not stop thinking about him. Did he eat well ? Was he going to sleep already ? Was he mad at her for something ? The boy was sensitive, too sensitive. But he was young. Maybe she should just let him live his life until he is ready. This is when she understood that something was off. At the simple thought of letting him go, her wolf went crazy and a strange feeling of sadness and emptiness overcome her. Something was happening with, maybe because she was a female omega or something... She might do some research about it soon. Hi Noona could you come to my apartment after classes I need to talk to you. That was her worst nightmare. « I need to talk to you ». Who was even texting this to someone ! It was torture ! She simply answered that she'll be there before sending her boss the song. She left her work going to uni. Sohee was waiting for her at the bus station. Y/n didn't know why she had to leave where she was before but the girl looked so anxious around others that it must have been hard for her. Her father was a great protector. Even if he was a wolf and that his pack was already one of the biggest, Y/n never saw him refused to help someone. In top of that he was a very intelligent man, everything he was doing was calculated. If he had sent her here it was because he thought Y/n could help her. « Are you okay ? You seem a bit... Stressed... -I have a favor to ask you » Y/n kept driving until she arrived to the parking lot, nodding at the other girl to keep talking. « Can I... Can I like live with you for some time ? » She looked at Sohee trying not to make her panic. « Yeah I mean... We have a spare room. You could live with me I guess » The girl was so reassured that Y/n understood something was really off. She didn't mention it tho, thinking that if until now the witch was going to live with her she would have plenty of time to learn more about it. She dropped Sohee to her archeology class and kept walking. Yoongi was here in front of their classroom. « Well, are you waiting for me or something ? » Y/n didn't know how to explain this but her relationship with Yoongi had changed since she started to go out with Jungkook. What was awkward and tensed before was now fun and still a bit tensed. But it was a lot better. « Sorry who are you again ? -Ah ah funny genius. Seriously what are you waiting for ? -Nothing, let's go » They walked into the room, choosing seat as far away from the teacher possible. The lecture had not started yet so you allowed yourself to ask him something. « When someone is telling « I need to talk to you ». Does it sound bad or good to you ? » He looked at you surprised. « I don't know ? What's the context ? -As in come to my appartment I need to talk to you. -That sounds very bad. » Y/n pouted at him. « What is this face you're making ? In what shit did you put yourself again ? -This is just my face and you are the second person who is telling me that I always put myself into shit today. It's not true » Yoongi smirked at her. « You had your brother on the phone I see. -Yeah, those bitches from yesterday had not waited a second to tell him the entire story. -What did he say ? -Nothing. I asked him why did they send me the witch, and he simply said that as I was not a part of the pack anymore he could not tell me. I feel like something is wrong. » He nodded simply. « Your father is normally taking care of these business. I mean witches. They are pretty useful for packs. Why didn't he kept her ? -I don't know. Something might have happened to her. The girl is terrorized by something but I don't know what. She has an apartment normally, but she asked me if she could live with me from now on. » Yoongi's eyes widen. « Did you said yes ? -Yeah. You know I can't say no to people. And I figured that if there is really something wrong what's a better way to learn more about it than living with her... -This is what I mean when putting yourself into shit you know that... -I could not say no ! If my father thought it was a good idea to send her to me there must be a reason. -You are way too curious. Why can't you live your life normally ? » Y/n started to get irritated. She was just helping her, she could not see a problem into that. « Just don't let Jungkook get involve into that okay. -I don't know why he would be involved. » Yoongi didn't answer making sure that she understood that the conversation was over. The class was going great until the teacher choose to give assignment. Who wanted to write a twenty pages essay about the influence of baroque music on the XVIIth century and it's conflict with classic music ? Y/n knew she was good to spend her day to the library. « Fuck this teacher anyway », said Yoongi being petty about homework. « Ah your ability to talk is back... » He arched a brow, an annoyed expression on his face. You walked away escaping the grumpy alpha. She still had time until her rendez vous with Jungkook. She decided to start that essay before having more work and being unable to work on anything. Her work might be cool but composing was a time-consuming job. Not sleeping and coffee overdose were something common for her. She was silently reading a book when someone caught to catch her attention. It was Jimin, adorable as always. He was smiling to her, his round cheeks making her want to pinch them. « Can I help you Jimin ? -Can I sit with you ? -Of course » She putted her book away, concentrating on him. He took a book he had in his bag and gave it to you. « What is this ? -I was doing research lately... Hum about werewolves dynamic and I came across something... As I know you come from a big pack... Maybe you could answer some of my question... » She tried to breathe slowly, talking about dynamics making her kinda uncomfortable. « Yeah, I'll try to answer. » He nodded slowly opening the book to a precise page. « Do mates exist ? » She lowered her gaze on book and saw that it was an old work, and that indeed this peculiar page was talking about mates. « What is the book saying ? -That it was indeed something some century ago but that mates slowly started to disappear and that now there is not any mates. -From what I know it's true. Some people explain this by the numerous mixed between species. Others think that it's just suddenly stopped. There is more than one theory but all I know is that I never meet mates. » He nodded a bit disappointed. « But I can tell you that they indeed existed. My great grand father had a mate. I never met them obviously but my mother used to tell me their story all the time. She was human. When he met her it was like he felt complete again. His wolf could not bear to be away from her. And once he had met her, not any other women was important. The only thing that mattered was his pack and his mate. » He gulped slightly. « Do you know what are the symptom ? I mean... How do you know when someone is your mate. » Y/n was really thinking that something was wrong today. Why was everyone acting so strange ? Jimin was a dance major. Why was he even doing research about this. « Humm, I think the wolves just knew. They met their mate and suddenly they are feeling different. In a good type of way. If they are away from them they are starting to feel sick and stuff. I mean they can't be separated by too much distance or anything. The link between the mates is to strong and is like hurting the wolves. » He nodded slowly. But she felt as he wasn't done with his question. « Can people from different species be mates ? I mean except human and wolf. -I don't know. I guess that until you are not a vampire, you can be the mates of a wolf. But if you are thinking of dynamics this must be kinda complicated. » Jimin was looking at his hands, fidgeting in his chair. « Jimin is everything okay ? » She was genuinely worried about the little omega. Was something wrong ? Was he hurt ? « No ! It's fine I was just wondering that's all. Thank you Y/n ! You are a better information source than any books in the library ! » She chuckled slightly. « If you need help of course come to me » she said, letting him know that she was not only talking about research. She finished half of her essay and it was already time to leave. In fact, she was already late. The time she walked or more run to her car, she was already ten minutes late. She arrived ten minutes later to Jungkook apartment. She was expecting everything except a crying Jungkook. But when he opened the door he was shivering, tears streaming down his face. She could not control herself as she hug him, a feeling of panic taking over her body. She could feel it, the wolf creeping under her skin, trying to come out. « Jungkook, w-what's happening ? Is there someone here ? Someone hurted you ? » She was looking around the apartment to find someone, something that could have cause his state. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. « I-I don't know ! I feel bad ! » Okay, if she wasn't panicking before she was right now.

« Are you hurt ? Please tell me where ?! » She was trying to back off a little to be able to see him more clearly, but she couldn't even put some space between him and her. His nails that were more looking like claws at the moment, were piercing her shirt to prevent getting away from her. « Alpha ! Please help ! » He wasn't hurt anywhere. She could not smell any blood. The only scent she could identify were Jungkook obviously, but a bit of Taehyung and Jimin too. « Shift Jungkook, come on let it go it's fine » She used her power to force him into the shifting. He fell on his knees, letting go of her body as he started to transform. She wasn't really proud of forcing him into this, but transforming into a wolf was always soothing. The wolf was taking the lead for sometime, letting the human rest for a bit until he was ready to take the lead again. It took 10 second for Jungkook to disappear, letting his place to a big black wolf. The wolf was whimpering a bit, shifting was always a bit of a shock when it was made in such conditions. But after another ten seconds, the wolf was standing tall on his strong paws, watching with attention. « Is it better like this ? Do you feel better ? » The wolf walked in her direction, his wet nose touching the palm of her hand. It felt intimate, as if he was sharing with her something that he wasn't showing anyone else. Which wasn't true because within a pack it was something common. Finally, the wolf attention diverted on something else. She let the wolf alone for a while as it was laying on the couch. She was trying to find something to eat in the apartment. She almost what it was to be a student and to eat only instant noodles. She tried to cook something that would not taste bad, but she wasn't that good at cooking. « Noona ? » She turned around to see a confused Jungkook. « Hey, do you feel better ? -What happened ? I- I don't know... » She turned around to face him, a sweet smile playing on her lips. « Everything is fine don't worry. You panicked a bit and you turned but it's fine now. I cooked something but honestly I would not advise you to taste it. Let's order something okay ? » Jungkook was confused for a bit. When he woke up in his wolf form on his couch, the smell of Y/n everywhere. When he entered his kitchen to see her cooking something, a feeling of domestic affection invaded him. She was beautiful. She was here with him and no one else. He didn't really remember much from before he woke up. Except a feeling of panic and loneliness. Like something was missing. But it was long forgotten now. They ordered pizzas because Y/n ended up burning what she had started to cook. « I told you I sucked at cooking. My mom is so good at it I can't understand » The pizza were good. The feeling of being near her was soothing Jungkook's soul. He felt like he could be himself with her. It was rare that he felt like this. The only people he was comfortable with were his hyungs. And Y/n. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he was woken up by a deep growl in his ear. « Y/n what's- ? » But she could not respond. The big wolf that was almost crushing him had replaced Y/n. « Y/n! » He saw the shadow at the end of the room, near the window. A hooded silhouette was stopped in its movement as the big wolf growl again. Jungkook roll on his side, out of under Y/n. He tried to stand up but it was too late. He heard a bark, the noise of claws against the wood when the wolf charged against the shadow. The silhouette jumped through the open window, the wolf trying to follow, it's jaws clapping trying to catch the intruder. It was too big to follow the shadow. « Y/n ! » She was already shifting back to human. She looked like a fury, messy hair, agitated from the sudden shift. « What just happened ?! » She didn't answer running upstairs. Jungkook followed her running, he was out of breath. « Where is he ?! » She was in her room, looking at the place until her eyes fixed the floor. Everything was a mess as if someone had gone through every single piece of furniture looking for something, that they did not find. « Jungkook ? » He took a deep breath, finally breathing after a while. « Yes ? » She turned around. Her eyes were as red as blood. « Take your things. We are leaving » He stayed shock for a few seconds before moving as fast as he could. It was like he was possessed. He didn't realized he was crying until he heard Y/n on the phone. She was screaming at someone, but he could not comprehend anything. She took her bag and her keys. He simply followed. At this point he was radiating panic. He could not help it. He had no idea of what just happened. The ride was silent, until Jungkook started crying. He really could not help it. The all situation. How Y/n, his alpha was tensed. It was a chemical reaction that he could not help. « Please don't cry. » She was not looking at him, eyes still fixing the road. He simply felt her hand on his thigh in a reassuring manner. « It's fine, everything is going to be fine » It's the last words she said before everything went silent again. He could feel an incertitude in her tone that he was not used to. He recognized Namjoon and Yoongi neighborhood only after some time. He was so tired his mind was going in slow motion. She parked in front of the building before exiting the car. He followed her, walking as closely as he could, which was stupid. She was not going to run away. « Yeah, Yoongi. We just arrived » She nodded and hang up. She looked at him and Jungkook melted. Her hands in his was making all his worries disappeared for a while. It was reassuring. They arrived in front of Namjoon and Yoongi's apartment faster than he could think of as she had dragged him around the corridors. Namjoon opened the door. His hair were messy, and he was probably still in what was his pajamas. She simply gave him a nod before entering the apartment. Namjoon smiled at Jungkook, and he suddenly wanted to hug the alpha to death. Inside the apartment was all his friends, Jimin jumped from the couch and came crash into Jungkook arms. « Jungkook are you okay ? » He simply noded at Jimin following him to the couch where he sat next to Taehyung who squeezed him into a hug as well. Being surrounded by his friends was something he loved, he felt at ease and safe. « Y/n what happened ? » It was Namjoon. « We were sleeping when I felt, someone was here. I didn't catch who it was. -Did you catch a smell ? -No, this is what I meant by felt. There was nothing, no smell, just magic. -What do you mean ? » Yoongi was looking at her, trying to understand. She looked clueless. « I have no idea. I-I don't know... » She looked at Namjoon. « Something is up. I have no idea of what it is yet. But I need to find out. -What do you mean something is up ? » She looked around, looking at Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, as if she was hesitating to speak as they were here. « You can speak, if there is any danger, they need to know to. » She took a deep breath before starting : « A few weeks ago, my father send me someone. The only thing I knew at this point was that I had to protect her. I met her as soon as she arrived and I realized she was a witch. My father, he is used to taking care of people. When a coven or a smaller pack is in need, he usually offered his help in exchange for the loyalty of the one he helped. This is why it didn't really surprise me when he talked to me about this witch, Sohee. But I can't help but wonder why he didn't keep her with him ? I don't know. » Namjoon seemed to think for a bit. « Do you know why she was sent to you ? If she was ; it's because her coven had a problem in first hand. -I don't know why she was sent to me. I was surprised because, she marked a pause in her sentence , well I don't really know what my father's pack is doing. I am independent. I don't know why me... But she told me, when we met the first time, that she could not stay with her coven anymore, and had been forced to leave. » Yoongi finally spoke. « You should call your father. If the arrival of the witch and the event of tonight are linked, we need the all story. -I can't ask my father, you know this. -He can't refuse you that. Even after everything that happened, you are still his daughter » Y/n snickered bitterly. « He won't tell me anything, you know him. Definitely not if I am playing the « I am your daughter » card. His pack and the code is more important. -What do you suggest ? -I am going to ask him from an outside perspective. If I present myself like an alpha from another pack, he might agree to tell me what really is going on » Namjoon nodded, but suddenly Taehyung spoke « Is it really that serious ? Aren't we making links between things that make no sense ? A witch is coming in town and suddenly everything is going down » Jimin who was near Jungkook was nearly vibrating now. The young omega had felt how his friend had been agitated since the beginning of this conversation. « It is linked. The intruder he tried to steal something. I think I interrupted him as he was looking for it in the living room. -What is it ? » She didn't answer. « For now on I should try to call Sohee. I am worried about her. She told me last time I saw her that she wasn't feeling safe about something and- » Jimin literally jumped on his feet. Jungkook didn't even see him move. « Jimin is everything okay ? » Y/n could see that something was wrong. Jimin was panicking, his eyes gold, his wolf on the verge of tacking the control. « Jimin calm down » Namjoon said and the omega stopped trembling as soon as he heard his alpha. Y/n looked at Yoongi, but the other alpha looked as incredulous. « Teahyung, Jungkook and Jimin you should stay here with Jin » Namjoon looked at the older man and Jin nodded in agreement. Jungkook was ready to object. He wanted to come. He wasn't a child, and he could defend himself ! But Seing Jimin like this he didn't want to leave his friend. « I am calling Sohee to see if she can come. » She walked in another room with her phone. « What are we going to do after that ? » Yoongi asked. « The most important now is to make sure everyone is safe and to gather the more information we can. We can't play a game if we don't know all the rules. » Yoongi nodded as he was sitting now on the couch, Jimin glued to his side, as Hoseok was on the other side, having a beta and an alpha near him was the most reassuring for him. « Sohee doesn't answer her phone » Y/n was holding her phone, and Jungkook could tell she wasn't as confident as before. « She could be asleep, it's literally the middle of the night. Everyone should be asleep » Jimin had started trembling again. « I feel... I – I feel, fuck » Y/n approached him. « Jimin, I know something is up... I am not asking you to tell me anything but please, if you know something about Sohee. Tell me » Jimin started crying. « Something is happening, I don't know what. You need to find her. » Y/n didn't need more. She looked at Namjoon and without a word they seemed to understand each other. « I am going to her apartment. -Take Yoongi and Hoseok with you. You might need back up » She nodded and walked toward the door, but she stopped in her track. She turned around, looking at Jungkook. He rose up from the couch and walked toward her. « You really need to go... -I do, I'll be back soon. -I should go with you -No. Stay here. Help Taehyung and Jin tacking care of Jimin. He needs your help. -There is Namjoon hyung... -Namjoon won't be here, he has something to do too. But promise me to be carefull. » He took her in his arms, and she gave him a reassuring embrace. Yoongi was waiting with Hoseok at the door. And she finally followed them leaving Jungkook. Y/n wasn't imagining her week to turn out like this. « I can't believe I am letting you drive. Do you even have your driving license » She was ready to throw Yoongi out of the window at the next comment he was going to do. They arrived at her apartment faster than they should have, maybe because respecting the signalization seemed pretty trivial to Y/n now. Yoongi had almost chocked her twice during the ride, thankfully Hoseok was here to save the day. « She should be here. She doesn't go out that much. Even at all. » They smelled nothing suspect on their way to the apartment. Only the smell of humans, werewolf. Y/n knocked on the door but there were no response. « She must be sleeping » But Y/n knew it was not the case. Something was wrong. « Nobody knows how to pick up a lock ? » To Y/n's surprise Hoseok knew how to pick a lock. Yoongi was also surprised but he played it off better. As Y/n suspected there was no one in the apartment. The smell of Sohee was so weak, it was like she had not been there for a while. It was not reassuring at all. « Y/n ! Come here ! » It was Yoongi. He was in the space where the kitchen was. Y/n closed her eyes when she entered the room. It smelled like blood. « There was a fight here. Look at the window » Indeed, a scratch from what looked like a hand on the paint from the window border. « It's like someone tried to hang on there, fuck » Indeed, fuck. The person she had promised to protect, the person who probably hold the answer to what was currently happening, had disappear. « I have to find her. » Yoongi looked at her in the eyes. « We are going to find her don't worry ».

[zerablackwell]

Chapter 1: Crashing Reality Part 2

Awaking with a start, Zera covered her mouth to muffle her scream. Then she took a moment to try to calm herself, successfully doing so. Realizing she had been crying, Zera wiped her eyes with shaky hands. Her mind was foggy, disoriented, Zera looked from herself to her surroundings to find that she was in the same clothes from classes today and in confusion she looked around to see where she was.

Zera was in her room, she took a pained deep breath, her lungs feeling like they were on fire. Slowly regaining her composure, she took in the comfort of being in her own home. The white walls of her room reflected the sunset shining in through her large windows, her silver sheets slightly messy from her tossing and turning. She tried to think back to her nightmare but could not recall it for the life of her. The only thing that came to mind was amber eyes.

Shaking her head, she focused on her surroundings. Zera sensed her best friend's presence as well as Elijah's. However, she noticed there was someone else in the house, Zera dragged herself out of bed, smoothing out her school uniform. She then walked to the stairs; halfway down she could hear Azazel blowing up on, Zera assumed, his younger brother.

"You irresponsible, annoying little pest!" Azazel screeched at Seth, Zera quietly walked down the stairs, stopping at the door frame of the room. Carefully she peaked in, the supposed adults too busy arguing to notice her snooping. Just as Zera peered in, Azazel had punched Seth square in the jaw, throwing the younger on the floor who then spit out blood.

"Are you done?" Seth hissed angrily, eyes flashing crimson.

Azazel growled and pulled on his jacket to smooth it out, "Now. I am done." His lavender eyes were once again that ice cold blue.

"Good." Seth stood as he wiped the blood from his mouth, "She has a right to know, she isn't a child anymore Azazel." Seth then picked himself up, only a couple inches shorter than his older brother.

"She is my daughter and I will decide when and if she needs to know anything about those-those-" Azazel growled and took a deep breath. "Seth, I am trying very hard to keep my calm."

"She is my niece, and she wants to know everything you are hiding from her. I see it every day, she's constantly distracted, and I've been watching how she behaves towards others."

"Yes, I can see how she speaks to Elijah. We are working on that, but she is none of your concern."

Family is my concern Azazel, you can't keep shutting me out." Seth pleaded, "I just want her to know who she is, where she comes from! She deserves to know!"

"You're playing the same tune Seth, it's getting old. You don't care, you only care about yourself, not the well-being of others. Even if you did, you are only her uncle, I am her father. Her welfare is my responsibility not yours." After this, Azazel began to speak in a foreign tongue, one Zera did not recognize.

They continued to argue in this strange language she had never heard before, and Zera let it continue for a good several minutes before she had enough. Zera walked in and stayed in the doorway, "Father, Seth."

"Zera, you should not be up and about, you need to rest." Azazel huffed as he walked to his daughter who did not budge from the doorway.

"I feel fine, what language was that you were speaking in?" She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on the door frame.

"Don't fret," Azazel began, but Seth continued.

"Your family's native tongue, the language of angels, it is called Veraiyaka."

She stared blankly at the two, "Why do you know it? You were born a demon, weren't you?" Zera directly asked Seth who merely chuckled.

"I was, but the demon's language wasn't used in heaven. I only ever knew my father's language, I never truly knew my mother's heritage." Seth explained patiently, a hint of delight in his eyes.

Zera nodded slightly, "So they tried to erase your heritage?"

Azazel snickered and hid his mouth with his hand while Seth stayed quiet, a frown growing on his face. He stuttered before clearing his throat to answer, "N-no, no they didn't. Father just..." Seth's voice trailed off, uncertainty in his eyes as the gears seemed to turn in his mind.

"Father just what little brother?" Azazel pressed, smirking deviously. "Why was it that you only knew Veraiyaka? Why you never met Lilith? Why was I the one who had to teach you Raiwadahkre? Or even how to tame your hunger?"

Seth visibly tensed up, "Father was always busy Azazel, you know this. Besides, none of them were familiar with the demons' culture."

"You have always made excuses for him, for the love of- just open your damn eyes Seth!" Azazel snapped, throwing his hands in the air, exasperated.

The green-eyed male began to tear up, clearly trying to calm himself. Zera found the whole interaction between the brothers' confusion and irritating. Azazel wasn't letting up on his little brother, and Seth was just an emotional wreck waiting to explode. She wasn't sure how to keep his walls from crumbling and didn't know how to diffuse the situation. Zera was more comfortable escalating but didn't want to deal with the consequences of doing so.

"Azazel..." Seth's voice was soft and wavered a touch, "Brother, why do you do this? I just want us all together. To put the past behind and start fresh... What is so wrong about doing that"

Azazel's face was void of expression as he spoke in a calm and even tone, "My wife is dead." His eyes turning from lavender to ice cold blue, at this Seth had frozen up. "Mrai sharaiz pehtekwarya Seth."

"May I remind you both that I do not speak that gibberish." Zera chimed in, tapping her foot on the ground impatiently.

Seth cleared his throat, looking from Zera to Azazel, "Should I translate or you?"

Azazel hissed at Seth, "I merely told him I protect my own."

"How truthful was he being there?" Zera asked her uncle who seemed pleased by his answer.

"For the most part, accurate translation."

Zera watched them for a long while before she was satisfied, "Fine, now why don't we keep to English? I'd prefer you to be straightforward. If you hide things from me, I promise I will find out the truth."

"There is nothing to discuss Zera." Azazel shook his head, his lavender eyes showing now tired he was. It was a strange sight for Zera, seeing her father this vulnerable. "Seth was just on his way out, right little brother?"

Seth stared at Azazel for a long while, when Zera was about to say something he spoke up, "No. I'm not leaving, I want to talk, I want to just work things out."

The older male glared, "I'm not talking anymore." With that in Azazel's place was Elijah.

Elijah took his jacket off and set it down on the couch, glaring at his alter's brother. "Seth."

"Bro-"

"I. Am not your brother Seth, Azazel is. Not me." He pointed a finger at Seth, "Now, Azazel does not want you here. Zera is not ready to hear whatever it is you have to say, respect her father's wishes."

"I don't believe you are the one to determine that Elijah." Zera hissed at her guardian, who took a step back. "Not you and not Father. The both of you are withholding information from me, cheating me out of my humanity."

Elijah tensed, Seth stared at them in disbelief, "I'm sorry, they what?"

"I made a deal with Father and Elijah to help me get revenge on my adoptive father and figure out my origins." Zera explained, her eyes never leaving Elijah. "Supposedly, the contract was completed long ago. However, with everything you've informed me with now it appears that I have been deceived. Although, what should I have expected from a pair of demons?"

"So Azazel and Elijah..." He turned to the white-haired male. "You two took her humanity?" Seth's shoulders slumped, "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I don't believe that is your place." Elijah huffed, visibly uneasy.

"I'm really wondering what kind of parenting you are doing, I can not believe you!" Seth screeched, he looked at Zera, then back at Elijah. "What would Marnie think of this?"

"She doesn't agree either, but it's all done. Nothing changes what has passed. However, we can attempt to amend those mistakes by telling me the information that I am due." Zera snarled at Elijah.

"Okay we need a breather, need to take a break." Seth stood between the two, he looked at Elijah. "You and Azazel need to stop and look at this whole mess." He then looked at Zera, "You need to think about the way you go about things."

"We are done here, really. Seth. Leave." Elijah demanded, for the first time, Elijah seemed visibly shaken.

"I'll leave, as soon as you two take some time to cool down. Elijah you have to see that this is not healthy and not good for any of you." Seth put a hand on Elijah's shoulder, Zera watched as for the first time Elijah looked completely helpless. It was an unnerving sight, one she did not like. "Elijah really look at this, look where you guys are. Marnie never wanted this, she never wanted you and Azazel to do all this."

Elijah glared, "Don't. Don't use her name. Do not dare. You have no right to use her name."

"Elijah, you're overreacting, Mother is dead, she has been for over a hundred years. It is long past time to move on." Zera huffed loudly, "Mother, I'm sure, is turning over in her grave listening to you both."

"Young lady, watch your tone." Elijah was shaking.

"She was human, humans die. They live short lives, she was going to die no matter what." Zera snapped, "Why are you lashing out at him for talking about her?"

"She is dead because of them!" Elijah began to raise his voice, then covered his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Zera eyed him closely, growling. "John told me she died from giving birth to me, if there is anyone you should blame for her death it is me. Just as John did. Unless there is something you are not telling me."

Seth was at a loss for words, before he could say anything Elijah spat in Raiwadahkre, "Karwajeh chesah ena, tahkreth chesah cha."

"Rai jehkar Elijah." Seth sneered, causing Zera to almost explode.

"What is he lying about then? How did she die?" She screamed at them.

Elijah shook his head, "No." He stood his ground, though Zera could see just one push and he could topple, "Seth...I am begging you..." His eyes watered even as he tried to keep his expression firm, "I am begging you to leave."

There was a long pause between the three parties, a long time passed before Seth broke the silence. "Fine, I'll go. I'll leave for now, but I will not give up on this family." He turned and faced Zera, "I'll see you in school, and I do expect you to do the homework, no excuses."

Before Zera could respond, Seth vanished and she groaned loudly, "I hate

"Zera..." Elijah began, but his voice trailed off.

"Elijah, for the time being, I want nothing to do with you or with Father." She then turned and walked off, leaving Elijah in stunned silence.

Zera made her way over to the backyard, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath and sat down on the stone steps.

Birds sang in the trees at the edge of the yard, the breeze was light and warm. Sun beamed down on Zera's pale skin and she closed her eyes, taking in the surroundings. With each deep breath, Zera could feel the overwhelming negative emotions slowly subside. The peace did not last long, her thoughts found their way back to Elijah and her father's betrayal. Growling, shadows began to surround her, and a familiar voice chimed in her ear, "Child, if you dwell on this, you'll give them power. Clear you mind in order to keep your eye on the prize."

Looking around, Zera did not see who the voice belonged to, "Who was that?"

"I'm hurt, you've forgotten me already? When you come to me for assistance in finding the truth behind your father's web of lies?" Listening to the disembodied voice, Zera felt a sense of relief overcome.

It seemed like a light bulb went off in Zera, "Luz."

"Correct." He cooed, and it felt like he was practically breathing against her ear, "You did so well with your father and your uncle."

"It wasn't enough." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, angrily glaring at the grass. The shadows once surrounding her began to recede back into her being and appeared to vanish from sight.

"Give yourself a little more credit, you gained quite a bit of information. Now you need to pull back just a touch, if you dig too deep too fast, then you will set yourself back ten steps." The voice acknowledged and reassured her, Zera let out an irritated sigh. "I understand how difficult it is to be patient, but you must wait. Bide your time then you can get a bigger payout little one."

Zera thought it over for a long moment, "Fine. What plan do you have Luz?"

"The goal is to get you the history that you have been denied, to retrieve the full story we must find Madeline. In order to find Madeline, we must get you into Heaven's record room. That may have hints towards her last known location, considering they do so love to keep tabs on everyone. Only one slight problem."

She sighed, "And pray tell what that problem might be?"

"We need to get you past Archangel Metatron, the scribe of Heaven. He will be guarding it closely; however, if we get past him, we can find the key to answering your mysterious family history."

Zera mulled this information over for a long while before nodding slowly, she had already killed an angel, how much more difficult would an archangel be? "Very well, how do we get into Heaven?"

[magpiereplika]

im so bad at sharing political takes but i hate capitalism so goddamn much. i hate the culture of "you're literally a communist shut up" so what if i am?? your perception of communism is so ridiculously flawed and fueled by harmful capitalist rhetoric. if you are not part of the ruling class you are being exploited by them. there's no way around this because you live in an economy built off of your exploitation.

and i'm not going to act like my ideal communist world can realistically exist because it probably can't and it probably won't. humans are not fundamentally evil but we have been so brainwashed with pro-capitalism that the majority of people actively hate alternatives , so there's no way they're going to accept this ideal or allow it to exist because even the "wait . this is fucking great" would be overshadowed by "This Is Communism I Hate Communism" even though you DONT you hate STALINISM which is a completely different thing and your perception of it is also fueled by propaganda. as is mine. i also hate stalinism. i don't fully know if my opinion of it is well founded. as a communist, though, that is sure as hell not what i want

but i just wish that being a communist was like an accepted political ideology because why shouldn't it be?? i'm not a dirty commie that wants everyone to starve i am a Human Person that realizes that people are actively starving because of capitalism and real actual communism would be a good solution

and if your employer is making it so that you are suffering. if your employer is making it so that the people around you are suffering, you have every fucking right to burn his goddamn business to the ground. literally or metaphorically. the ruling class is a plague and i actively advocate for tearing their business and homes down if they refuse to meet your needs. i could go on more about how much i hate capitalism but i am tirednow

[datingadviceonreddit]

If youre reading this im hoping its because youre also a lonely man.Ive been alone my entire life, no friends, no family. But this subreddit isnt where you want to go to learn anything about dating advice, or.... sex. This sub is full of the worst most hostile people, and if youre one of those people, maybe this may get you to take a long hard look at yourself. Today 2 girls told me my life doesnt matter, that im ugly, annoying. Im sure the women of this sub will say I deserve it and so on. But these are women who I thought were my friends, but... as an ugly male, this is always a stretch. No woman wants to be friends with an ugly male. So im hideous and deformed, im so ugly that people give me second looks because im so strange to look at. I can be so kind and generous "THATS YOUR FAULT!" says the women of this sub. "YOU FELL FOR THE TRICKS AND LIES, THAT IS YOUR FAULT!"I took some notes and wrote them down and I am going to list them here, they are valid points and im sure ill be shamed and gas lit for having these thoughts, but here we go.One big issue ive noticed is these days if it doesnt generate profit, if it doesnt bring in money, it is seen as useless. They scream and scream you need to have hobbies and skills, but mention youre learning this, or maybe reading this, or you do that; "and.... what does that do? HUH!? HUH!?!?!?!? whats that do for you!?" they are saying its useless, that it has no value, because its not wage-labor or bringing in a lucrative income.In the United States we live in a thing called a guilt based culture. A hyper individualistic and guilt based culture, its no secret that social systems exist to keep people in line; the guilt based system works well with the individualistic culture of the U.S. because you can be encouraged to feel guilty and thats your business. Women do this to men on here constantly, enforcing the "guilt" you should feel from being.... attracted to them. "uhm, its wrong to ask women out...." they are attempting to make you feel guilt and get satisfaction from it. Women hold the most power in this culture, and you have nothing you can do to them. They can treat you how they want such as telling me I am worthless, and dont matter.... you can say "well fine, never speak to me again." and they will giggle and laugh, "HAHAAA!!!!! GOOD! WE GOT ALPHAS ON OUR SIDE!"The second big thing ive noticed is the whole "its your personality" bullshit thats regurgitated on here. Its actually really inconsiderate, cruel, and dishonest to tell someone who is ugly that they are being treated like trash by women because... "their personality". Its part of this guilt based thing, they want you to look at yourself, wonder what exactly is wrong, and to sit in guilty silence.On some dating sites you can actually see who visits your profile AND what pics they look at. I had an account on one of these sites and never ever got matches, so id message random girls if I liked their profile (this will get guilt tripped im sure, as if I should feel guilty for messaging women on dating sites) id notice once they read my message, theyd go to my profile and look at a few of my pics, then.... blocked.Obviously what happened was they read my message, decided to see what I look like, saw im deformed and hideous, and blocked me. If you actually see that and say, "nah it was your personality." you are fucking delusional.On a side note as a kid one time, and this goes into social influences on our lives... I was young and riding the bus, and there was no seats open. Only 2 people to a seat they said. I saw only one seat with one person in it, and people obviously didnt want me with my deformed hideousness to sit next to them, so I sat in this open seat next to this girl, I said to her... "hey im sorry, but no other seats are open." she looked at me and started yelling "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?" I told her... "uhhh you..." she goes, "youre a fucking weirdo!" and climbed over me to sit with 2 other girls... 3 to a seat which you arent allowed to do. I said "hey... i didnt do anything..." and one of the other girls (notice they are all female) turns around to say "SHUT UP! nobody likes you!"I started to cry...People on this sub, when I bring up situations like that, tell me im "playing victim" that I deserved it. Fuck... im so tired of being so alone.They claim women are cruel for their "own protection" which is the most sexist fucking thing to say on earth. As if all men are fucking animals who cant control themselves and need to be treated like shit. its an excuse to treat men bad, and is sexist.Lets move on, the third thing.... uhmm wanting dates or sex is not a fucking mental problem. If a man is struggling with dates or sex, to tell him he needs therapy and fucking mental evaluations for being curious on dating or sex, is fucking dehumanizing. Just because someone wants dates or sex does not mean they need to be doped up on psych drugs ffs.If you are seeking advice on this sub, be prepared for that. They will fucking try to diagnose you on here.I think the "youre playing victim" trope is overused as fuck... it just invalidates (i hope im using this word right) a mans emotions, its saying "get over it" in so many words.And finally, those one guys will hound you and have the women join them as symbols of how you should be...yeahhh im talking about those guys who are like "im a 45 year old virgin! and you dont hear me complaining! im fine with being alone forever right girls!" and they go "YEAH! SEE BE LIKE HIM!" while they have hook up sex with other guys and shame you for being curious about it.they are virtue signaling and trying to guilt you into thinking being alone is acceptable.Honestly, just move on to a different sub. Watch the hostility of the comments I get for evidence, they will be incoherent angry rants how "women dont make mistakes" and wont even address the issues.Evidence enough. via /r/dating_advice