#and then I wanted to use some and it turned out we didn't have any

[draculiette]

rin gets so pathetic when he's overstimulated ♡

rin wasn't willing to let anyone dominate him, period. he's never really understood the appeal of sex toys either, because what was the point of having them? he had you right in front of him. each time you brought it up, he'd confidently disagree and say, "tch. we don't need that shit." surely there's no way they actually felt good.

but now you were straddling his thighs as he lay pliantly on the bed, letting you do whatever you wanted to him. "cocky much? you're trembling, rinnie." you sneer, gently pumping his cock as the silicone buzzed away against his slit. you mercilessly circle the vibrator around his tip, just enough to keep him on edge, but not enough to make him cum. rin didn't dare show his face. "wait—hnn, stop! please.. haah."

you immediately pull the vibrator away, and his body truly betrayed him this time. fuck. this was a complete humiliation ritual. "n-noo—d-don't stop! 's just so much." he whimpers, weakly reaching his hand out to grasp yours. he shyly guides the toy back towards his aching cock. "c-come back, aah.." you swat his hand away, clicking your tongue in dissaproval. "think it's that easy?"

you hid the device behind your back, and rin was utterly broken. "n-no, 'm sorry." he pouts, finally deciding to swallow his pride and face you. god did he look fucking pathetic. "noo! please, 'm begging you, please don't stop." he mewls, looking up with teary-eyes as spit dribbles down his chin. you dangle the toy above his head and watch in amusement as he reaches out to grab it, whining every time it'd slip from his grasp whenever you'd bring it higher.

"use your words and tell me what you want or i'll stop."

it was clear that rin's brain had turned into pure mush with the way he chased after his beloved toy like a dog. "want'chu to make me cum haah!" he squirms, gripping onto your waist—utterly overstimulated. "speak up. with what?"

"w-with the vibrator—please, please, please, please.. hnnn!" he chants. rin's leaking cock twitches relentlessly, tainted in a shade of angry red. "my poor rinnie." you sigh, finally giving in. you grab his cock, pushing the vibrator against the red tip. his entire body convulsed, the sensations being too much to bare as he bucks his hips for more. "still think you don't need this shit?" you cruelly squeezed the base of his shaft, halting his release.

"i do, i do, p-please 'm begging!" he cried. a series of pitiful whimpers left rin's throat as he inched closer and closer towards release. "shh, it's okay, rinnie." you hush, silicone buzzing away against his tip as precum leaks out profusely. "show me your pretty face and i'll let you cum." his glassy eyes met yours in a fleeting moment of desperation. "m'kay.. a-aah!"

"eyes on me now." you loosened your grip on his cock and started stroking it with no warning. rin looked so beautiful maintaining eye contact with the bit of drool leaking out of his mouth. he looked like he'd lost his mind. you grind the device against his cock again, and rin is screaming now. "haah.. 'm cumming, fuck! ah, ah!"

an ungodly amount of filthy cum sputters out of his slit non-stop, staining everything around you. "shh, that's it.. let it allll out." you coo, admiring the way he kept his eyes on you the entire time he came. rin's balls must've been empty by now with the amount of semen that shot out of his poor, overstimulated cock.

he gasps for air once more before collapsing into your arms. "whatever. you win."

a/n for this request !! hopefully i did this prompt some justice

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[slimey985]

I fiddle with the keys, blearily stumbling into the dorm. The fact I was even able to find my room after that bullshit of an "orientation" is a miracle. I step around the several boxes of what I presume are my roommates' items, trying not break anything. The 3 of the beds have things on them: one with several plushies, one with a rather large assortment of fancy knives just strewn about, and one with a glowing jar of... something. Either way, they seem claimed already, and I flop onto the only empty one, not even bothering to change out of my outside clothes. I shift to lay on my side, looking towards the nightstand to put my glasses up before seeing a white light in the corner of my eye.

There is a Void Reaper staring at me.

Well shit, this is how I die, huh? Would have thought I would have at least been able to have a dramatic exit, but I have very little energy to a Void Reaper of all things at the moment; those fuckers just straight don't die.

Those bright eyes it has hurt to look at, ruining my night vision to the point I can't even see the rest of its body.

It speaks, mouth opening to show glowing, sharp teeth "You're in the wrong room, buddy."

No, this was very certainly my room, the keys wouldn't have worked otherwise. "37, yeah?"

"Correct."

The Void Reaper doesn't appear to be making any moves, if it wanted to eat me, then it would have done so already, it probably was just from the monster sector and got lost, "Then yes, this is the right room, let me sleep."

The Void Reaper laughs, eyes and teeth glowing brighter, "Oh, what a unfortunate mix-up. Those incompetent bastards are gonna get someone killed one day."

It floats over to another bed, grabbing the jar, "You're lucky we already picked up food, you're looking quite appeti-."

A door further in that I didn't see before opens, an very large armored creature with a bright orb of light for a head steps through, turning on the overhead light, much to the dismay of my poor eyes, "Cloak, who the hell are you talking to."

With the lights on, The Void Reaper's (who is named "Cloak", apparently [How Creative]) dark body is now visible, floating talons pointing to me, "Some poor idiot who got assigned here by accident and is still in bed staying despite our warnings."

The floating eyes on the orb of light, move to look at me, "Well that makes no sense, this is the monster sector."

Heavy footsteps make their way toward me, armor clattering against itself, "You seem very relaxed despite the situation. Despite your appearance, you're not human, are you?"

Eh, sure, why not, beats getting eaten alive; as long as I get to go to fucking sleep, "I'm a mimic."

She seems satisfied with this answer, turning to Cloak, "Not an accident, just not very visible."

Cloak pops open the jar its holding, shoving the contents into its mouth, "Fooled us! Very good at your job, you got the scent and soul signature and everything. Better be careful not to get eaten on accident!"

I groan, "Okay, can I go to fucking sleep now?"

The armored one (gotta ask her name in the morning) straightens up, "Oh, yes of course! let me turn off the lights."

After a few seconds, the lights turn back off, only making a marginal difference with how bright her head is. I pull a pillow of my head to block the light.

This semester to going to be so annoying.

You, a human, were accidentally assigned dorms typically reserved for non-human students, and while your roommates are great, they keep trying to get you to reveal your monster form. You wonder who its gonna be harder to explain to, them, or the housing office

[bodyhopper-files]

Stolen Skin, New Game

The dim glow of the streetlights cast long shadows across the empty basketball court, where the rhythmic thud of a ball echoed into the night. Mark had been pacing the house for hours, his worry turning to frustration, then anger. When his boyfriend's cryptic text—"at the park"—popped up, he grabbed his keys and drove over, heart pounding. Now, spotting the familiar figure dribbling under the hoop, he stormed across the asphalt.

"What the fuck are you doing out here?" Mark shouted, his voice cutting through the cool air.

The lithe, athletic figure paused, ball tucked under one arm, turning with a cocky grin. It was Michael—or what was left of him—in this new, stolen body: tall, ripped, with sweat-glistened skin over defined abs and broad shoulders, dark hair tousled, an athletic stance that screamed youthful vigor. He bounced the ball once more before responding.

"What does it look like I’m doing, bro? I’m playing fucking basketball," Michael said, his tone laced with a new, brash confidence that didn't match the man Mark had loved.

Mark froze, eyebrows furrowing at the casual slang. "Bro? Did you just call me bro? And what the fuck, babe! It’s nighttime, I’ve been worried about you. I came home from work, house is empty, and when I text you, all you have to say about it is 'at the park.' What is going on with you?"

Michael set the ball down, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He stepped closer, the scent of fresh exertion wafting off him—musky, intoxicating in a way that unsettled Mark. Michael's eyes, now set in this prettyboy face with a serious gaze, sparkled with mischief.

"Uhmmm, what is going on with me? Update, bro: I look like this now. Shit, I have so much fucking energy—I can’t fucking sleep and just be chilling around on the couch all day. Have you fucking forgotten? I didn’t ask for this, babe. You know this was the only body available after…"

Mark cut him off, his voice softening with a mix of sorrow and exasperation. He believed the accident—a tragic mishap in an immersive VR setup—had trapped Michael's consciousness here, inside this young stud body. "Yeah, I know… after the accident… but Jesus, babe, this was the only body they had for you? Some jacked-up, horny 19-year-old jock? Babe, I miss the real you, the soft you, the cuddly you who wanted to spend all night together on the couch. Babe, I’m getting worried—"

Michael's expression shifted, melting into a practiced puppy-dog pout that looked disarmingly adorable on this fresh, chiseled face. He closed the distance, slinging a muscular arm around Mark's shoulders. The contact was electric—slick skin, taut muscles pressing close, that teen stench wrapping around them like a spell. Mark tensed but didn't pull away, his resolve crumbling. Michael smirked inwardly; he had orchestrated the "accident" to claim this body, with no intention of ever leaving it.

"Awe, come here, babe," Michael cooed, pulling him in tighter. He could feel Mark inhaling subtly, drawn in despite himself. "We’ll figure this out, babe, but till then, this is the body I’ve got and… this body has needs…"

With that, Michael pulled back slightly, strutting around the court with deliberate swagger. His sculpted torso gleamed under the lights as he bent to pick up his things—water bottle, keys, the ball. Each movement was a seduction, muscles flexing just so.

"So let’s go back home," Michael continued, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I’ll take a shower, and we can spend the rest of the night just cuddling on the couch."

But even as he said it, Michael's new stud jock mind had something different planned: pounding into Mark like a jackhammer, arms lifted, biceps flexed, tongue out in triumphant ecstasy. He used to be the sub, the bottom in their dynamic, but this new form had flipped the script. The body theft—snatching this hot jock's vessel through his own shady plot—had changed everything, and Mark would never know about any of it.

Caught in the moment, Mark watched, mesmerized, his eyes tracing the lines of Michael's new physique. He stepped closer, nostrils flaring as he caught another whiff of that musky scent. A sly smile tugged at his lips, resignation mixing with desire. "Why don’t you skip the shower…"

Michael grinned, tossing the shirt over his shoulder and pulling Mark toward the car. The night air hummed with unspoken promises as they left the court behind, the ball forgotten on the ground. For now, the body's needs would rule the night.

END.

[bedupolker]

not to be rude but i think you shoulda been more graceful with the discussion of tobacco. t' me, it feels like you were hasty t' shut down the conversation when it came to addressin' how tobacco plays a role in indigenous cultures n' did not acknowledge what the other person was sayin' because of yer bias.

not comin' at you, as i love yer work n' think yer pretty neat, but the interaction comes off as very ignorant n' dismissive. feel free t' not respond, i just wanted t' throw this out there! have a good day 🦊

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Thank you for your feedback. I don't think that person is wrong for feeling the way that they do. It must be very painful to see a plant that was sacred to you and your ancestors turned into profitable poison, even using images stolen from your culture to sell it (which has a long, awful history this ask actually inspired me to look into and I would suggest reading as well if you're at all interested) That post in no way was intended to be about traditional use, which to my understanding is vastly different in terms of how the plant is prepared, consumed, its health risks, and most importantly its history. For that matter, it wasn't about cigars, pipes, or homegrown tobacco, either, because those don't have the same place in today's culture of being aggressively marketed like cigarettes and vapes do. I thought that was pretty clear in the context of the post to most readers. If someone missed it, that's alright, but if after clarifying their immediate response is to say "You're lying" and putting words on the post that were never remotely there (yes I think food deserts are bad, no I don't think tobacco should be illegal, etc, etc) then they aren't there to clarify a misunderstanding, they're there to vent a (maybe justified!) frustration that goes waaaaay beyond the words and opinions expressed. There's just nothing productive that can be gained from continuing that interaction. If that came of as dismissal then I apologize, but I just don't see a good ending from continuing to engage with anyone in that headspace on an online forum.

I don't think there is a responsible way to deny bias within ourselves, all we can do is try our best and be open to learning, but based on what history I looked into and the way they reacted to other Native American commenters I think their reaction to it is less a reflection of a group of millions of people from hundreds of unique cultures, and more of an individual person who is going through something difficult I don't have liberty to pry into.

I don't think any plant or its extracts is evil. There's a responsible use and a dangerous use for every plant, and when a corporation comes in and makes dangerous use not just the norm, but glorified by deliberately lying to us, that's just evil in my opinion. No I don't think tobacco/vape users are stupid or bad people or anything. Tricking you is the point. Every adult deserves the dignity of making an INFORMED decision and knowing the risks of anything they do to their body, not making a choice based on lies for profit or some false promise of image/status, that was the point of the post. I've had family become disabled and die from tobacco use and it didn't make me love them less, it makes me hate big tobacco more. Anyway respectfully you're free to reply but I'm not going to discuss this further.

[twelve-crows]

@chubs-deuce funnybunny "oneshot," PART THREE???

Christine and Felix meet up with Zooble and Gangle, who start to notice their... interesting dynamic.

1,574 words, 1st person switching POV, present tense. This is the fourth chapter, and you can find the first two here and the third here. I have more, I'm just waiting to be approved for an AO3 account on Sept. 10! The AU version of the characters are NOT mine, but belong to @/chubs-deuce. Also, some of their headcanons made their way in, including the sweatshirt-borrowing and foot-thumping thing. Enjoy!

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TW: heart-smothering fluff, cursing, some suggestive language. Jax/Felix tries to be angsty but Pomni/Christine is too good at deflecting his bullshittery

Chapter Four ~jax~

After being sorely abused by Zooble Nicky, all four of us sit down at a fake-wood table. Emily’s coworker takes over her station for a few minutes as the three of them force me to sit down.

For Christine’s sake I agree, but all I want is to continue our non-official coffee date. I’m like an addict who’s been without a hit for over a week, and I just need to be with her for as long as I can.

“Where have you two been?” Emily asks, deciding to speak first. “We’ve been looking for days, but we haven’t been able to find either of you… and not Ragatha, either.”

Christine bites the inside of her cheek. “I’ve been holed up in my apartment for a while, just catching up on news and eating icecream. The only reason I found Jax—uh, Felix, is because of the news thing.” She smiles at me crookedly, her right eye crinkling in amusement. I wink back.

Nicky looks confused, gaze flicking between us suspiciously. “What news thing?” they ask.

Before Chrissy can explain, I’ve already pulled up the clip on my phone and I present it with a grin. It’s started going viral on TikTok, and despite it having my full face and address, I couldn't be prouder. 

Emily takes the phone out of my hands, holding it close to her face and squinting. Nicky doesn’t even look at the video, instead watching their obvious crush like a lovesick puppy. Christine notices the dynamic immediately. She turns to me and raises her brows as if asking me what I think of it. I roll my eyes in response, and she nudges me disparagingly. 

Emily laughs at the video, and Nicky finally starts to watch it. Their lips twitch upwards as my voice rings from the phone's tinny speaker.

“POMNI! It’s Jax! I live at five-six-two Elmwood…”

Honestly, that stunt will probably be one of the proudest moments of my life. I’ve done a bunch of stuff—stealing, vandalising, skydiving, and I even won a poetry contest in eighth grade, but… none of those made Christine laugh the way she is now. Hell, I didn't even know her back then. And, really, can any of that stuff even compare to bringing her joy? The desperation I have for her is downright concerning, and as much as I want to take my eyes off her, I physically can’t. I want to do literally anything that a normal person would do. Instead, every thought is the same face. Pom-pom, Chrissy, Christine. Cutie.

Hold on. Cutie?

What the hell is happening to me?

Emily clears her throat, and I realize she’s been trying to hand me back my phone. She and Nicky watch with amusement as I tear my gaze away from Christine, fumbling to play it off like "Jax" would. Even the girl in question is looking at me weirdly now.

I throw on a smirk, foot thumping rapidly on the ground. “What’re you guys looking at? Just can’t keep yours eyes off me or something?”

Christine scoffs, semi-serious. “Nice save, dumbass.” 

(I resist the urge to melt into a puddle at her feet and beg her to call me that again. Because, as a very manly man, I have a large amount of dignity and self-respect.) 

Her lips lift in a smile, directed towards me, to make it clear she’s joking.

(My thoughts focus in on nothing but her.)

(Sorry, what did I say about self-respect?)

“I’m curious, though,” Emily interjects mercifully, gesturing to my phone. “Why the hell wouldn’t you just put up flyers or something? Or, like, look for Pomni online? I’m pretty sure there were about a million better ways to find her.”

I see Chrissy’s eyebrow raise curiously out of the corner of my eye, and I shrug, crossing my arms. “This was the quickest way.”

“Don’t you mean it was the only way you thought of?” Nicky corrected.

I glare at them as Emily laughs, just like how she’s laughed at every other joke they’ve made. “Well, I’m sure it took you two just as long to find each other,” I reply defensively.

The pair lock eyes, and then turn back at me. “We met each other while putting up flyers,” Emily informs me dryly. “It was day two.”

Christine groans dramatically. “You guys were together for over a week, and even after that, the only one I got to meet up with was him?”

“Oh just admit it, Pom-pom, you love me.” I sling an arm around her shoulders and grin as she fails to duck around it. “Or, at least you love me enough to move in. I’d call that an established relationship, really.”

Emily gasps quietly as Christine stammers to contradict me. “And they were roommates,” she whispers to Nicky.

They nod their head in agreement, knowingly watching our tussle. “And they were roommates.”

***

By the time we get back, Will is long gone. His final rent payment is lying unceremoniously on the couch.

Christine looks considerably better after a healthy dose of caffeine, while I can’t stop fidgeting. My leg bounces every time I try to relax, which has been a pretty new habit. it started happening ever since I got out of the circus.

“Where’s my new room?” Chrissy asks when we walk in, barely sparing me a glance as she makes her way to the kitchen. Always on to the next thing, I guess. It’s good. I wouldn’t want to be friends with someone who preferes to sit still. (And maybe, with her, I don't want to be just friends.)

I follow her in and watch as she immediately tries to balance all her bags and boxes into her two hands. It’s not a lot, but she’s not a very big person. The endeavor amusing at best, and second-hand embarrassing at worst. “Let me get that,” I offer with a smirk, trying to take a bag out of her hands.

She snatches it out of my reach, eyebrows furrowed but mouth curling up. “Save your chivalry for later,” she orders playfully, head nodding towards the stove. “You’re making me dinner tonight, because I don’t feel like eating out and I also don’t want to blow up your kitchen.”

I lean against the counter, raising an eyebrow. “How do you know I’m even a good cook?”

She rearranges the stuff in her hands with a huff. “I don’t, but it doesn’t take much to be better than me. Now hurry up, I’m about to drop this.”

I sigh in fake annoyance. Leading Chrissy through the hallway and to the room at the end of it, I almost laugh at the sound of her struggling under all that weight. The bed inside is stripped to the bone and the walls are bare, the dark blue paint ripped up by tape and nails. R.I.P. to our security deposit, I guess.

She sets her stuff on the bed before turning in a slow circle, eyes taking in the room. I can’t supress a tiny, itty bitty smile. “God, you’re so c—”

—cute.

I barely cut myself off in time.

She completes her 180 to face me.

“I’m what?” She stares at me with those huge, shiny eyes.

“You’re so…” I panic. “Christine.”

Her eyes narrow a little bit. “Huh?”

I shove my hands in my pockets. Shit. “I’m just tired,” I explain, a sneer involuntarily creeping into my voice. “You’re exhausting to be around, you know. Ya can’t blame me.”

I instantly wish I would shove the words back in my mouth, but to my immense relief (and embarrassment), her lips tilt smugly. 

“You’re so predictable, Jax. I don’t know what you were going to say, but I’d guess it was something a little too honest for comfort, huh?” She walks past me, briefly slapping a hand on my shoulder as my eyes widen. “Whenever you feel like letting down those walls, let me know.”

If we were in the circus, my face would have turned neon red.

But instead, in the real world, she just fucking leaves.

~pomni~

My heart is racing.

“God, you’re so c—”

I’m so what? Creepy? Careless? Conceited? 

Confused!?

And then my big, dumb mouth just decided to rip him open like that. I called him predictable and said he had walls up, like some fucking shrink. I mean, sure, just expose all his insecurities, Christine. That sounds like a great idea.

Throwing my head back, I resist the urge to groan in embarrassment. He’s giving me a place to live, and buying me coffee, and making me dinner, and packing up my apartment, and letting me wear his sweatshirt, and…

Oh, wait, what the hell did Nicky and Emily think of me wearing Felix’s sweatshirt? Shit, what if they thought we were something that we’re not? Maybe I should text them now that I have their numbers, just to clear it up—but wouldn’t that be even more suspicious?

And right, back to what I was panicking about—what is Felix going to think about me now? I’m not trying to, like, diagnose him or anything. I’m just trying to be a friend. It feels like he hasn’t had a lot of those.

The thoughts swirl around like leaves in a hurricane. They cut my cheeks when they whip past—hundreds, thousands, millions of them. Unceasing, unending.

But I manage to catch one as it floats by.

“God, you’re so—”

…

cute?

Could that be what he meant?

The smile in his voice, the whispery tone.

“God, you’re so… cute.”

Maybe it was.

I expect to be repulsed by the idea, but instead, all I feel are butterflies.

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[ask-inspector-adventure2]

Inspector: let me guess they both thought that the both of us were going to end up dead after what Satan did but here's one thing I stopped at him from almost trying to finish him off by chaining him because I was giving Riley some time to fighting off the Titans while I was holding off The Lord of Wrath and the Ice Prince it was quite the massacre mess although I weakened the both of them while he knocked the both of them unconscious but I had to save my friend from bleeding out it was because I cared about him I didn't want Riley to end up in death's door because if he died it would mean I've lost more friends from the past and I don't want to go through that again I've been through too much sorrow and regret and we don't want to cause you V's any trouble either the only thing we just want is by helping each other out not against each other cuz none of us need to be enemies and you have a very fair point that we've made about 4 out of 7 of the deadly sins it was because we was helping them out with their problems by doing missions for them just to get paid but if we were to find Grimoire's and Necromoicon's that's also extra bonus and rescuing demon hostages because of the humans who have summoned them capture them and holding them up in cages not only that there are others to have strong security in most places including laboratories of doing hybrids with demons and humans not only that turning ghosts into robot demons that nobody wants so Jackson Killermine definitely got so scared of ghosts we made that bullet train very haunting I even let Barnaby torture him a little before I eliminated our Target as for your mad crazy woman she did not stand a chance around me a sword versus a shotgun blew her up to a million gory pieces and for Valentino his Mutant Overlord Zombie Undead Dragon Hydra definitely something I have never faced before but I ended their suffering with quartz sword all thanks to Lucifer by upgrading it into a revolver and a HellBlade after we helped Ozzy Asmodeus by giving Fizzarolli back to him so yeah there's only three of them left to help them out

[Closed RP] Hazbin Hotel X Helluva Boss Alternative Love Life in “Double the Badass Double the Hellish Pleasure”

[Note: This RP is an Alternative Love Life which is a Crossover of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss which includes: Romance, Nsfw, Vulgar language, Gore, and Music! Only those who are 21 or Over can Read/View This RP!]

In The Darkest Pits, The Bloody Walls, Tormenting Fires, and the Tortured …The Sinned…And The Damned souls surrounded all Called Hell and there was the biggest City of all Hell called ZiroCity and that city is as big and long as Hell itself and its inhabitants were Demons, Mutated Creatures, and even Feral Beasts and Even Demonic Kings that rule ZiroCity

There were Two Female demon Adults Who were just strolling down the streets of ZiroCity they both saw the Hazbin Hotel where demons can have the opportunity to Rehabilitate and be sent to heaven and then they saw the I.M.P Headquarters and then there’s the biggest Hellish Beach all around the City !

Those Female adult demons were Loona who is a Hellhound and who is [45] years old and Sylvia who is a Hellhound and Wolf Hybrid which was also [45] years old and as they were talking about their Day in work and how they want to go somewhere more different for the Summer season…

Loona who is wearing a Black Leather Jacket with a Hellhound Skull symbol on the back and Black Pants as for Sylvia who was wearing a White leather Jacket with a Black Hellhound/Wolf Skull symbol on the back and Black pants with a chain link the two adult demons were at the same height and same age but very unique personalities…

As the two continue to walk Loona noticed that the two should do something newer together on the surface And that doesn’t care what Blitz has to say about going to the surface to do something different as her Best Friend which was Sylvia nodded in agreement and then…

The next Day Loona “Burrowed” the Grimoire a Book owned by Stolas Goetia to Open up a portal to the human world as Sylvia asked her on how She got the book from stolas as Loona replied that she borrowed it when she and Blitz went to Visit Stolas about an Opportunity and also Stella and Octavia was there in the living room

As Blitz was having a conversation with Stolas as Loona secretly asked Octavia for a favor to burrow the Grimoire Book for a little Trip to the human world with a Close Friend as Octavia gave the book to her secretly with no hesitation as stolas was very busy taking care of his Plant while talking with Blitz about the Huge opportunity as Stella was Drinking her Usual Tea Listening but also was starting to have some suspicions about Loona and Octavia The way they spoke so Softly and Quietly as she walked towards the two and asked them on what they’re doing as Loona was Ignoring her because she was busy on her phone as Octavia said to her mother that she was just talking with Loona about that last job that she participated with Blitz as Stella kept an very close and secretive eye on them both as Loona Explained to Sylvia but Loona didn’t really give a shit and Summoned the Portal…

As the two entered through the portal to a random location which the location that they were in is City of Chicago it was Night and it was the start of summer which means it’s June…

But they didn’t realize where they were going and then Sylvia asked about using their human forms in the Hunan World as Loona Replied to her that she doesn’t really give a fuck and that they can do whatever the fuck they want as Sylvia smiled and giggled as she followed Loona in search of a nearby Bar where they can get drinks and do something newly out of this world or some chaotic situations until they encountered two Adult Men That caught their hellhound eyes…

One of the men’s Name was Riley who has a Messy Black two block hairstyle, Emerald Green Eye color, a 10 pack and is Tall [9”9 ft] and who is wearing casual clothes as he was speaking with his Long time Best Friend about the Adventurous world Exploration that the two have been doing together but was asking a question about if they will ever meet someone that catches their eyes…Until the two men then encountered the two same female anthropomorphic Hellhounds that caught their eyes too…

As Riley was surprised by the fact that he sees Two anthropomorphic Hellhounds and was utterly speechless at their Appearance of which their bodies were strong and also some parts were Magnificently substantial as the second Friend spoke first and said…

[dreamingfay]

jocksukuna x nerdytutorreader

— college au, non sorcerer au

a/n: Hii everyone this my first fic ever so don’t be afraid to tell me if this is a flaming pile of shit </3. i intend on making a few parts to this so this one is pretty short. And sorry for typos I am stupid (ˇˍˇ)

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You knew Sukuna. Well you knew of him. Everyone did. The absolutely massive man who throws the wildest parties and hooks up with more girls than you can even fathom. You assumed he wouldnt be the type to care about his grades, at least not as much as you do.

You had always kept your distance from him and his crowd, not particularly wanting the crazy college life. Despite trying your hardest to ignore that crowd and have a normal college life, all was for not as you were forced to teach frat boy calculus.

He's sitting across from you, slouched over and scowling, hard. You gulp, god he's huge. I mean you knew that already but you didn't know to this extent. Tall, with a muscular and bulky build, and tattoos that touch every crevice of his torso. His cheekbones are high, features sharp and mean, brows furrowed in a deep scowl and pink hair falling messily into his face.

If he wasn't... how he was, you'd probably admit he was hot. Of course if he actually cared about anything other than playing football, drinking and having sex with everything that moves, yeah definitely then.

His eyes snapped to yours, scowl immediately deepening even further and scoffing. "What are you looking at?" He crosses his thick arms over his broad chest, his deep and gruff voice holding way more sass than you expected.

You snapped out of it, shaking your head lightly. "Ah, right... sorry." You set the thick calculus textbook onto the desk with a thud, flipping through some pages. "Uh... where would you like to start? Any topics you want to focus on?" You asked, desperately trying to make this conversation any less awkward than it already was.

He huffed, his face only slightly softening its permanently scowling expression. "Look, I don't want do this and I know you don't want to either. I only need to pass this class for my football scholarship..."

He kept mumbling on about 'pro football' but you never really saw the appeal. The few times you've seen him play he seemed way more intrested in throwing his opponents around the field rather than actually throwing the ball.

"... plus I bet you have to read your books or what ever your type does."

You're baffled, not sure you're more surprised he called you a nerd to your face or the fact he this reading is nerdy.

Yeah... you're regretting agreeing to this already, already realizing the extra credit your Calculus teacher promised you and knowing you turned the campus’s biggest brute into a straight A scholar, was not worth dealing with his sass.

You sigh, and respond. "You don’t want to but you have to. Neither us do actually but we have no choice."

He huffed again, even rolling his eyes as he mumbled about whatever else was making him scowl.

"Fine," he finally stated "I’ll do the work, but only because I have to. Once we’re done here, we’re done. I don’t want anyone to see me doing this. I got a reputation to uphold, ya know?”

You nod and continue flipping the pages. "Yeah whatever. I don’t really want to be seen with you either."

✦

Your first tutoring session with Sukuna went relatively smoothly considering he’s usually as irritably as a bull. Once he was done scowling, sassing and mumbling you two were actually able to get past the basics of calculus. You realize that he, surprisingly, isn’t a complete bumbling oaf. He’s just lazy and clearly thinks he’s too good for something as simple as studying.

As you pack up, you watched his retreating form that was now surrounded by his other football bros who you know for a fact are idiots. They were rambling on about some frat party happening soon but Sukuna didn’t seem to care much, his signature scowl returning.

Maybe tutoring won’t be so bad after all.

[three-semicolons]

Did Tarantula and Nightwing almost get married? (I heard people mention it before and was wondering what the context behind it was)

I'm actually going to take this as an excuse to go over the fallout of Nightwing #93 as a whole, but short answer: Yes. Long answer: It's complicated.

When we first see Dick and Catalina again at the start of #94, Catalina seems to have been dragging him around for some time. They're fighting a criminal together, but Dick appears out of it in multiple ways (he gets hit in the head later on, but he's also shown to be borderline catatonic both during battle and in the flashbacks interspersed).

It literally could have been hours or weeks since Blockbuster. We have no idea.

We see via flashback that Catalina essentially herds Dick all the way to the hotel they stay at.

This may seem like an odd thing to note for non-comic regulars, but a major standout to me is the fact that there aren't any internal monologue boxes. Dick is chatty as fuck in his head. This isn’t exclusive to him either. All comic book characters are like that. Honestly, I've rarely read a comic post-80s where panels didn't include at least one. You can look back at my previous posts for examples.

There’s nothing here though. Not a single one. For pages. That, plus the staring at the hand, the pauses in the speech, and so on, says to me that says that he's entirely not home. There are no lights on in Dick's head.

Anyways, a giant snake hides in the shower while Catalina tries to take one and they end up fighting it, but it isn't really relevant. Dick is still a space cadet and most of the scene is focused on Catalina.

The next major step in the "marriage arc", if you want to call it that (though everything pertaining to it is condensed within only like 1.5 issues) is when Catalina takes Dick out to drink. I want to note a few things here:

1.) Dick specifically says he doesn't want to drink. Catalina makes him anyways.

2.) Catalina knows Dick is a lightweight and admits to using that to her advantage.

3.) This is the last scene we get before they're at the county office, and they're depicted as arriving there at dawn. This means there have only been a few hours between when they were drinking and when they went to get married.

So, if it weren't already clear, the marriage bit was entirely coerced. That doesn't even get to the actual scene where they almost sign the documentation.

Dick isn't passively letting this happen, even though that would still be bad. He is actively resisting. His resistance simply is not taken seriously, possibly because he's drunk and possibly because he's still semi-catatonic.

Regardless, as it has already been established that exactly 0 people care about what Dick wants, he is cajoled into almost signing the paper.

But then the most fortunate gang war in history breaks out and Bruce calls Dick on the very next page, leading to him finally getting his bearings and sprinting out.

I know this wasn't really part of the question, but I also wanted to showcase the longer lasting ramifications of the past couple of issues in War Games.

Dick is listless. You can feel him twitching from the other end of the page. His nerves make me want to vomit. Meanwhile, Catalina follows him back to Gotham. This is how he describes her when Batman first encounters her:

As a side note, just wanna call to attention how he reacts to fire, after both the circus and apartment explosions:

This is totally veering off the subject though. My bad. The next major relevant point about Catalina can be extrapolated from when Dick wakes up from being shot (again lol).

You know...not a glowing endorsement of his last couple of weeks.

Their final confrontation is when Dick gets up to try to catch her with the intention of turning them both in. Again, the speech bubble here is not exactly a glowing endorsement.

He catches her, they both go to jail, and Amy manages to get him off the hook by saying he was an undercover detective the entire time.

Then he joins the mob. Yay.

So I guess to address the whole point of the ask, yes they almost got married. As part of the much larger context, it was even grosser than you thought it was.

[ivystoryweaver]

Summer Project

Brothers' Best Friend!Santiago Garcia x Younger Sister!virgin!Reader

Issue #15: Wait...Or Start Something New?

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Summary: You go home with Santi. Can he hold back his feelings any longer?

cw: on the fic masterlist, family angst and drama, arguing, absolutely gallant Santiago

wc: 2.8k

Santiago had yet to talk to any of the Millers about their opinions regarding the two of you being together. Not that you were exactly together. He could only hope. Right at the moment, he frankly didn't give a shit what they thought, so long as you were okay and Jace stayed the fuck out of his face.

Will relayed to his brothers that you wished to go home with Pope when the hospital released you.

"She doesn't want to come home?" Benny asked sadly.

Jace started in, but a raised finger from Will silenced him, at least for the moment.

"You're surprised? You two barged into her room."

"Like you wouldn't have done the same thing," Jace said bitterly.

"She probably doesn't want to be around you right now. She made her choice," Will redirected, ignoring him. "I told her we would be there to say bye, give her a hug." He glared at Jace. "But don't bother showing up if you're going to start any bullshit. Matter of fact, just go to work. Let her be."

"Right, of course." Jace folded his arms over his chest, scowling. "Left out of the Millers like always. While Garcia just - "

"Enough," Will hissed. "Benny, if you're coming, let's go."

Once the blonde Millers were settled in Will's truck, he sighed wearily.

"You sounded like Dad in there," Benny said quietly, fastening his seatbelt.

"That's a bad thing?" Will fired back, cranking the truck.

"No, I just..." Benny shook his head. "I thought you, of all people would be pissed at Pope. He's your best friend."

"Yeah he is." Will turned to his youngest brother. "Believe me, I was pissed. But...he said he loves her."

"He told you that?" Benny's eyes went wide. "Shit. Really? Pope is serious about somebody?"

"Yeah. I was about to put my fist through his face and he just stood there," Will informed, finally backing the truck out of the driveway. "He was ready to take it. Told Frankie to back off too. I don't think he's fucking around with her."

"It still doesn't bother you?" Benny challenged. "Not even a little?"

Will shrugged one shoulder, driving toward the hospital. "It's actually none of our business. Not really. But..." He sighed, considering his words. "...isn't this better? If he loves her? If this isn't some bullshit that would come between all of us?"

"It's just weird," Benny replied. "Pope? And Ducky? I never, in a million years, would've thought..."

"If he loves her, he'll never hurt her. Not ever," Will said resolutely. "I mean...us and Frankie and Diego - we know him better than anyone. You really think he would hurt our family? He is family."

"Exactly, that's why I thought he saw her like a little sister," Benny responded.

"Guess not," Will chuckled. "So...figure your shit out. We gotta let them figure things out too. And she has enough damn brothers."

"Yes, Dad," Benny mocked, but Will knew he was teasing. "I don't think your little sergeant act is gonna work on Jace though. He's pissed."

"Yeah, well, you and me - we gotta talk him down. 'Cause he does not want to be on Pope's bad side."

"He already is," Benny pointed out. "You really think Pope would get in his face?"

"I'll get in his damn face if he touches our sister again," Will seethed. "Let's try to remember who the fuck to be pissed at here. I'm definitely not throwing hands with Pope if he loves her, when Jace is the one who put her in the hospital."

"I hear you," Benny nodded. "I do. But I was there. Jace lost it. He went for Pope, not her. He didn't mean to hurt her."

"Yeah, well, I'll send him the damn hospital bill then. He can show her how sorry he is. Why are you defending him? You're usually the one making my point, always ready to start something with him."

"Because I'm the one who let her get hurt," Benny sullenly responded, after a few quiet moments.

"You know that's not true," Will reassured his brother. "I think Pope's the only one you hurt. Saw his split lip. Nice work."

Benny knew he was teasing. "Aw, he can take it. He's had worse from you."

Will promised to tell Benny a little more about why Jace was acting so weird later. He'd always harbored guilt that Pope knew that Sergeant Miller wasn't Jace's birth father, but Benny didn't know. Or Jace either, for that matter.

Maybe it was time.

Of course, Will had no idea that Jace had known for years, and resented them all the more for it.

After a lengthy silence with only the sound of Bruce Springsteen music playing, Benny said, "I still wish she would come home, with her head bandaged up like that. Does she know what to do for stitches?"

Will glanced at his brother and rolled his eyes. "She's a grown up. The doctor told her what to do."

"Yeah, yeah I know," Benny sighed. "Plus there was her bike accident, remember that? She had stitches then. But Mom was here."

"I remember," Will softly responded. "Pope's had plenty of stitches. She's okay."

Diego, who had helped all of you navigate the emergency room the night before, stepped away from his shift for a couple of minutes, to see you off.

Your brothers brought you a stuffed puppy dog and a balloon, along with a bag Angelica packed for you. They gave you big but gentle hugs, and didn't even mention Jace's name. They shook Pope's hand, thanking him for taking you home.

Your heart melted a little when Benny turned the handshake with Santi into a hug, clapping his smaller friend on the back. "Thanks for watching out for our girl."

"That went surprisingly well," you marveled, seated in Santi's old Bronco, driving toward his home. "I wonder what they're up to."

"I think they feel bad enough that you got hurt," Santi reasoned.

"Benny said that you tried to stop me from falling when Jace pushed me," you confessed. "It happened so fast I didn't realize... He said you grabbed for me. I just want to say thank you."

Santi glanced over at you, tucked so cutely into the passenger's seat. "You don't have to thank me for that, sweetheart. Besides, I wasn't fast enough. And I'm sorry about that."

You nodded, realizing he would blame himself. "You know - you apologized and Benny apologized. Even Jace apologized."

Santi's eyes went cold, but he fixed them on the road ahead. "Did he now?'

"Yeah. Then he ruined it. He said you're the reason I was in the hospital," you explained. "But Will set him straight."

Relief surged through Santiago, hearing Will didn't blame him. "Will's right. It is Jace's fault."

You gazed at his profile. "Are you going to do anything to Jace? Hit him or something?"

Santi shrugged one shoulder. "Do you want me to? Because I wasn't planning to, but just say the word, and I am happy to oblige."

You could tell he was equally joking and serious. "I don't think he likes you very much."

"You think?"

"But...I don't think he likes me very much either," you sadly mused, almost to yourself. "He's never really...I don't know why though."

"Families can be hard," Santiago diplomatically responded, after a moment's pause, fully aware you had no idea that Jace was only your half brother. He also realized this conversation had played out before, about how Jace didn't seem to like the two of you. Santi could take it, but it pained him that you felt slighted by your brother.

Of course, Jace was the one who felt slighted by everyone else. Nothing was ever his fault, not in his mind anyway.

"You see now, don't you?" You asked Santi, letting your head rest against the seat. "You see why I can't stay here. Why I have to go?"

Actually...yeah. He could see it.

"Too many cooks in the kitchen," you went on. "I'm like a princess in a castle surrounded by really overzealous knights or something. I gotta live my own life. I love them, but...it's a lot."

Santi reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, ignoring the pang in his heart at how easily you talked about leaving.

You pressed on. "I don't feel that way with you: like someone's hovering around me. But I do feel safe with you." You squeezed his hand, your head lolling over so you could see him. "I don't think I could ever explain how much it means to me. How much you mean to me."

Jace surprised Angelica at home instead of going to work. Frankie was out picking up the baby and running a few errands, letting Angelica sleep a bit, since they spent so much time at the hospital.

Then they would "trade shifts." Angelica would take the baby while Frankie took a nap.

So, when Jace showed up looking for sympathy, interrupting Angelica's quiet few minutes, she struggled to remain objective in the situation.

Still, she offered him something to drink and attempted to zone in on why he lashed out at Santiago physically. And why he thought your private life was any of his damn business.

She let him rant for a little while, which unearthed his secret: that Sergeant Miller wasn't his birth father. As shocked as she felt to learn this juicy tidbit, she was still very angry that you got hurt.

She told Jace she was sorry that things sucked for him, but he needed to get some help, that it would eat him alive if he didn't.

A lifetime of jealousy toward you and Santiago bubbled over and caused real damage. She promised she was there for him, but he was the only one who could start letting go of the pain in his life.

You were just about done with a bunch of familial attention, worry and doting.

So after about ten minutes in Santiago's house, you found yourself across his lap, on the couch, kissing him hungrily. You pressed your body against his, pawing at his shirt, gripping the nape of his neck and sliding you fingers into his curls. A firm tug made him growl into your mouth.

His arms held you protectively against his chest, but he tore his mouth away from yours. He couldn't help but worry. "Take it easy, sweetheart. You're hurt."

"No I'm not," you whined, rolling your hips against him, chasing after his lips.

"Baby, baby, go easy. Your stitches."

You sighed forlornly, shoulders slumping. "I know. Sorry."

"It's okay, come here." He pulled you closer still, coaxing your body to relax against him, laying the not-bandaged size of your head on his shoulder. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Mm-hmm. Sorry."

"You said that," he teased. "I know you want all this." He playfully motioned to his body. "We have time."

"Shut up," you giggled.

Santiago spent the next two hours ignoring a Netflix movie about four guys tracking down a drug lord in South America. You fell asleep near the beginning, and since then, he held you across his body, rocking you gently.

He tried so hard not to, but as his nose nuzzled your temple, he couldn't help but notice the bandage glaring at him. The longer he looked at it, the angrier he got.

He held so much back for your sake, keeping his temper in check, his fists calmly by his sides and his mouth shut. Not to mention the way he felt about you. He thought the two of you might be on to something in your room that day. Just a couple days ago when your brother put his goddamn hands on you.

He felt like you were confessing something while you lay naked together in your bed. You said you broke the rules. Even now that your secret was out, now that he had you alone in his home, in his arms - even with the privacy he was bound to share with you, he still held himself back.

He couldn't lay you down, strip you bare, pull you apart and take you to heaven the way he wanted to. Now that you weren't a virgin anymore and he could really make it good for you, he was forced to wait. Now that you might be his, you still weren't his at all.

You were injured. So he would wait, longer. Possibly until his time with you ran out and you were gone.

But as soft breaths escaped your lips, his focus shifted to you, remembering he wouldn't have many more days to hold you like this before you moved away.

"Santi?" You whispered, eyes fluttering and slowly opening.

"Hey baby," he whispered, eyes crinkling as he smiled softly down at you.

"I'm so sleepy," you mumbled, nuzzling your cheek against his chest.

"Hey, why don't you go to bed? You'll be more comfortable. I'll make us some dinner."

You complied, but as soon as Santiago got you all tucked under the covers of his bed, you reached out for him. "Will you stay with me? Just for a little bit."

He gazed at you longingly, nodding once before kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed beside you.

"I'm sorry I'm so boring," you told him as he pulled your back against his chest, folding you close from behind.

"What did I tell you about apologizing all the damn time?"

The timbre of voice sent a bolt of desire through your body, as his hot breath ghosted your neck. You shifted against him, longing to feel well enough to roll over and kiss him senseless. But your head felt groggy, still.

"Okay, I'm not sorry," you yawned. "Not sorry at all that I get to spend all day with you."

"I'm not sorry about that either, sweetheart." He slid his fingers through yours, joined hands resting on your side.

"I'm not sorry that we don't have to keep secrets anymore just so I can see you,” you added, shivering as his thumb traced over yours.

"That's true. I might just keep you here until it's time for you to move." His lips tickled the shell of your ear, pulling a soft sigh of pleasure from your lips.

"I'm not sorry we broke the rules," you said softly. "Well, I did anyway."

"I did too," he admitted. "Don't know if I ever followed rule number three."

Your face heated as your heart pounded. "The feelings rule?"

"That's the one."

"I broke it too."

"Bet I broke it harder," he challenged, nose nuzzling your jaw as he laid a tender kiss on your cheek.

You pulled his hand over your heart, longing to be closer to him but almost afraid to turn around and face him. "I thought it was just me. I thought I would mess everything up. And that you would think I was a stupid girl with a crush."

"You have a crush on me?" You felt him smile against your skin.

"More than a crush. I tried to tell you in my room the other day," you went on, the confession pouring out of you now. "I thought you would want to stop our summer project."

"Maybe we did stop it," he whispered. "Maybe we should start something new."

"Really?" You whispered. "Now?"

He paused, uncertain. You tensed in his embrace.

"I can wait," he whispered, "but I really don't want to."

Shifting onto your back, you peered up into his eyes, heartbroken to find sadness there.

"Wait for what?"

He cleared his throat, averting his eyes. "'Til you feel better."

"Oh." You swallowed hard. You could only hope he meant more than that. Beyond then.

Easing back, he smiled at you tenderly, but a nervous exhale passed his lips. "I can wait until you're better. Or until you come back home for Thanksgiving. Or Christmas. Or until you get your degree." He shrugged his shoulder. "As long as you need."

"Or," he went ahead, bravely pressing on, gently gripping your chin and guiding your mouth to his, kissing you, "we could forget about waiting. We can start something new anyway."

Your breath trembled, eyes misting. Was he actually saying...he wanted to try this for real? Long distance?

"It's okay, you know...if you don't feel that way." He cleared his throat, keeping his emotions in check as much as he could manage. "I can still wait and, I don't know - maybe you'll change your mind."

One tear slid down your cheek as you struggled to find the right thing to say - anything to say, to show him how you felt.

"You don't have to wait," you finally managed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You don't have to wait for anything. Because I'm already yours."

"Yeah?" He laughed out tearfully, fingers brushing your cheek adoringly. "That's good. Because I love you."

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[freewilllife]

I think the idea that @beewildered was trying to convey was, women don't have to be restricted to one way of life to be feminists. After all feminism was a movement that was started to allow freedom for women to choose the life they wanted, study what they wanted, open up opportunities etc.,

Feminist don´t restrict women. No feminist is pointing a gun at any women, whatsoever. Truly, every woman can do, whatever she wants. But not every act is per se compatible with feminism.

The whole movement would turn into a circus, if every action, a woman wants is feminist.

Therefore it must be allowed to express, that marrying a man and having children with him is not a feminist act.

It cannot be per definition, as this is the heart of patriarchy. Really, this is the reason, men make women suffer all over the world. In order for them to control pregnancy of women in their favor. To claim the children of the mother as their own.

And I even told her, that some of our acts were feminist and some weren´t. And then question: Why does she bother, that marrying a man is not?

So if one woman wants to be a stay at home mother - it shouldn't be seen as an affront to feminist ideas but respect her choice.

Being a stay at home mother is incompatible with feminism, as they would be dependant on a man. With no own income or restricted possibilities to leave, if the relationship turns sour, or the men turns out to be violent.

Look, I expect of an adult, that she or he can hear facts, that are so logical like this.

Not everybody will like the decisions, we make, but that is really not such a big deal. I can assure you, that as a women, who loves women, I literally make decisions many people don´t or want to understand.

Why is it such a big deal to hear the truth?

Can people still be feminist, if they marry a man? Of course, many feminist were no separatists, but the act of marrying a man is not feminist. It really is that simple.

The fact that our mothers (some of our mothers didn't have a choice) who could have done anything else, been anything else she wanted to, instead chose to raise us from a stupid blob to an actual person with a properly functioning mind should be celebrated, not disrespected!

The very reason, why this is all possible is due to the work of feminists. Without feminism, I can assure you, that our mothers and even we would have literally nothing. Men didn´t allow it, the feminist fought with teeth and nails, sometimes even with violence against men and their rules.

You just have to look at Afghanistan, where the women have now less freedom than a dog, and their men did nothing against it.

It is not disrespect to state the truth. On the contrary, it is essential for this movement to not conflate personal wishes with its requirement. There are certain acts, that contribute to the freedom of all women and some that don´t. The marriage with men doesn´t, for example. and being a stay at home mum doesn´t either, for the reasons I mentioned above.

Men would love for us to have hardly any rights and in some countries, the rights are taken again. They wish to turn back the time. Therefore it is important as it can be, to make clear distinctions between feminist acts and unfeminist acts.

The beauty of feminism is that no one is restricted to one way of life and women have the opportunity to choose what they want to do with their life.

A woman´s choice is not always feminist. Lib feminism openes the door for the patriarchy. And so Sabrina Carpenter, who resembles a submissive wife of the fifties or sixties, is called "feminist".

Clear distinctions are needed. At least if you want too keep your freedom....

A feminist is someone who advocates for women to make their own choices, live their own best, honest lives however they see fit.

A femisist will work for the freedom of women, while also being aware of the status quo. Not every choice of a woman is feminist, or feminism wouldn´t be needed. Honestly, for thousand of years, women have made decisions, that were unfeminist, yet some still worked for the freedom of women, even before the term feminism was even established.

And if someone like OP here is telling us women, that only if you live a certain way you are a feminist— I disagree. If a woman is working hard to live, a good, moral life in whichever she believes she is most fulfilled, we should be applauding her.

I have to disagree, OP merely mentioned the cognitive dissonance, many of us have.

Feminism isn´t a club, it has its requirements, you can take it as rules, I consider them guidelines. I don´t follow every guideline, because it is not possible for me, but I am aware of it. I know, that some of my actions aren´t feminist.

This is important...It can be taken as an aim or this guideline is not for you, but you are aware of it.

Not being aware of it, means contorting the truth...The movement would fall apart, if every (submissive) action of a women would be called feminist.

I wish some women would just admit they don’t want to be feminists or practice feminist theory instead of trying to label every action as feminist. Like no, being a stay at home mom is not feminist and it never will be. Being a ‘submissive’ is not empowering, marriage and taking a man’s last name is not an act of feminism.

Many women want the title of feminist without any of the practices. You can’t be a vegan who occasionally eats meat. Feminism isn’t a club to validate you for every action you take that aligns with the function of the patriarchy.

[motherofpirates]

The three of them organised their trip, deciding to go to the gay club Eddie had passed in Chicago, as he knew where to find it, rather than blindly search for one in Indy. Steve was going to drive Eddie’s van, they had shoved an old double mattress in the back from Steve’s parents garage before Steve had moved out. They used it when Eddie got cabin fever. He, Steve and sometimes Robin would take the van out of Hawkins to a nearby campsite to look at the stars. Eddie still didn't like to go out in Hawkins, hadn't in fact, been out in public there since he'd left the school that fateful night with Chrissy.

As he was no longer legally allowed to drive, and Robin had never learned, Steve was going to be their designated driver. This meant that they didn’t have to worry about finding a place to stay once they had done at the club, they would simply climb in the back, cover themselves in some blankets, snuggle up and sleep off their exuberance. Wayne had been so happy that Eddie was showing an interest in going out. He hadn’t left the house in weeks due to the way people looked at him, they talked openly about how he had evaded jail for murdering those kids, despite him being cleared of any wrongdoing, if they so much as caught a glimpse of him in either Steve or Wayne's vehicles. People were still reluctant to believe clean cut Jason had been the real psycho.

Steve, Robin and Eddie had got ready together. Robin wore a pair of men’s slim fit corduroy trousers, one of Steve’s pale blue linen shirts knotted at the waist over a bandeau bra and suspenders with her favourite Chuck Taylors. She and Eddie took turns painting black nail polish onto one another's nails and doing each other’s eyeliner. Steve decided he wanted his eyes doing too, he sat on the toilet whilst Eddie gently took his chin and told him to look up. Robin smiled fondly at the pair of them as she watched them through the bathroom mirror as she did final checks on her hair.

“Stop closing your eyes.” Eddie complained with a chuckle. “I can’t do it if you close your eyes.”

“I can’t help it,” Steve said petulantly, “it feels weird.” Eddie huffed and stuck his tongue out in concentration.

“There you go pretty boy, take a look. The men won’t be able to keep their hands of you.” Eddie patted Steve’s cheek to indicate he had finished. From where Robin was at the mirror it looked like Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off Steve. Steve gave a nervous laugh as he came to look at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a slim fitting pastel pink shirt that was unbuttoned enough for his chest hair to peak over the top, and his trademark ass hugging Levi’s, a pair of white sneakers and nails painted with holographic glitter, they looked like tiny disco balls.

“Looks good on you, Dingus, I would say you’re going to have ladies throwing themselves at you, but I don’t think that’s the kind of attention you’ll get tonight.” Robin laughed as Steve sucked air through his teeth. Eddie stuck his head between them and put an arm over each of their shoulders.

“Don’t we look mighty fine tonight.” He smiled at his best friends through the mirror. Eddie’s curls were looking silky and lush. Steve had helped him comb through the mats that he had allowed to accumulate in his hair over the past few months as his mood struggled to improve. Though Eddie would take reluctant showers when his mental health was poor, caring for his hair felt overwhelming. He would wash it but not brush or condition it, leaving it a complete tangled rats nest.

Steve had actually helped wash Eddie’s hair that morning as he had sat in a bubble filled tub in his underwear to preserve his modesty. Steve had brought Eddie some Fabergé Organics that was made especially for curls. He left conditioner on Eddie’s hair for ten minutes before gently teasing out all the tangles and cots then left Eddie to clean himself as Steve made breakfast for him and Wayne.

Eddie wore a pair of tight dark jeans with rips on the thighs, and the ABBA t-shirt that had survived its run in with the Upside Down. He had on a studded belt, a clatter of bangles and bracelets and some new white high-top sneakers.

They were talking in the living room as they were getting ready to leave when Wayne took a polaroid of the three of them.

“Look after each other and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That leaves a lot of scope for misbehaving, old man, I’ve heard stories about your misspent youth.” Eddie teased, Wayne chuckled, he was happy to see Eddie behaving more like himself than he had since he arrived home.

“Right,” Steve called from the front door, “everyone in the van!” He grabbed the keys from a side table.

“Shotgun!” Called Robin, racing for the passenger side. Eddie pretended to grumble, but he was fine sitting in the back on the mattress where the people of Hawkins wouldn't notice him.

“I get music privileges because it’s my van, Birdie!” He said as he clambered in through the back door that Steve held open for him.

“Urgh! No fair, Eddie! I don’t want to listen to Sepultura scream at me for the next three hours.” She complained throwing her purse over the back of her seat which he lent against, as she had nothing else to hit him with. He laughed as he tried to dodge, unsuccessfully out of the way.

“Chill, Buckley, I think you’ll like what I have planned for our little road trip.”

“I seriously doubt that.” She snorted with her arms crossed.

“Now now children, if you can’t behave, I won’t be sharing any of my candy with you.” Steve laughed. He slammed the driver’s door shut as Eddie lent between the seats to fiddle with the tape deck. He exchanged the cassette for the one he had brought with him.

He and Robin turned to look at Steve curiously as he put his seat belt on. He certainly wasn’t carrying any snacks.

“If you’ve got snacks, I demand you share them, that’s road trip rules, Harrington.” Eddie pretended to be outraged that Steve was withholding things from them.

“Um, you can’t have them yet, dude, they’re party candies if you get what I mean.” He grinned nervously.

“Are you serious?!” Robin frowned.

“Ugh, yeah, Rob, I thought it might be fun to let our hair down a bit.”

“What sort did you get? Politician’s sugar, speed, special k, molly?” Eddie tried to guess. Steve rummaged in his pocket and produced a baggy with three small pills stamped with doves on them.

“Disco cookies.” He proudly showed them his contraband. “There’s no pressure, no one has to take one if they don’t want to.”

“Where did you get these? I didn’t know there was a new supplier in town now that Rick's gone to the big house.”

“I got them from Keith. That’s all I know about the Hawkins supply chain, I’m afraid.”

“Family Video Keith? You are shitting me, Steve!” Squeaked Robin.

“Come on, Rob, you and I both know that Keith is dodgy as fuck.”

“Have either of you done molly before?” Eddie asked looking from one to the other. They hadn’t even started the van yet.

“No!” Robin answered incredulously.

“I have a couple of times with Tommy and Carol at house parties.” Steve shrugged. “I always had a good time on it. What about you, Munson.”

“I’ve done it a few times at gigs with Gareth, Jeff and Daryl.”

“Molly and metal seem like a weird combo, dude.” Steve laughed, as he shoved the baggy safely back in his pocket.

“Nah, just makes you more loved up, you can do that to any sort of music, it’s all about the people you’re with really. They make or break the experience.” Eddie explained.

“I guess that’s true.” Steve agreed thinking back to the times he had done it with Tommy and Carol, before things got weird between them in junior year. “Are you pair ready to rock?” He asked as he started the van. Eddie did devil horns between the seats and stuck his tongue out.

"Ready to roll!" Eddie shouted.

“As I’ll ever be.” Robin grimaced nervously. Eddie reached forward and pressed play as Steve pulled out of the Munson’s drive. Abba blared from the speakers singing about how they wanted a man after midnight. Robin laughed as Eddie sat down with his back against her seat singing at the top of his voice.

“What the fuck, dude? I told you “You doth protest too much” in the bathroom of your old trailer! I was right! I knew you secretly liked Abba.” Steve said before joining Eddie in singing. “This one is my favourite.” Robin and Eddie cackled at their inside theory; the song was apt for their thoughts on Steve’s sexual leanings.

“Care to share the joke with the class?”

“I think it’s appropriate considering we’re heading to a gay club.” Robin mollified.

“Huh, good point.” Steve pursed his lips looking like he still didn’t seem like he one hundred percent believe what she was saying, but couldn’t come up with a good reason why she would be lying.

They sang to Abba for half of the three-hour journey to Chicago, when they had listened to the whole of that tape Eddie produced a Boney M tape and put that in.

“Never knew you like disco, man!” Steve seemed a bit flabbergasted at the revelation that Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson had musical taste that diverged from metal and rock.

“Just because I dress a certain way does not mean that my musical tastes are exclusively linked to my fashion sense, don’t shoebox a man like that.” Eddie pretended to be affronted. Robin sniggered. Eddie went right back to singing along to Rasputin.

“So, Miss Buckley, where does your dear sweet mother think you are this evening?”

“With Steve. You know she’s a bit of a hippy, right? She gave me the whole safe sex and how virginity is a social construct talk last year after the whole Starcourt incident when Steve and I started hanging out. She assumed we were together, and we just never corrected her. She trusts me to be sensible, and Steve is always so polite to her. She isn’t worried when I’m out overnight. I mean I haven’t turned up pregnant yet. So, I must be being responsible.”

Eddie laughed and looked at Steve.

“Dude, I’ve literally not been at the Henderson's overnight in over a week and that has been the case since you and Wayne got your own place and everyone moved out of my parents. How has this not come up before? Like I am not at their house at least five out of seven nights a week. I sleep on Dustin’s bedroom floor, your living room sofa or your bed. I’m actually homeless, I’m a sofa surfer. Granted I made myself homeless after we returned from the Upside Down because I couldn’t cope with being alone in that huge empty house, but I'm homeless none the less.”

“Why haven’t you said anything, Stevie?” Eddie whispered, hurt tingeing the crack in his voice. He should have got out of his own head and noticed what was going on with his best friend. How had he totally failed to notice that Steve didn't have a place of his own to call home.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, Eds, you've had a lot going on. What with struggling with huge amounts of trauma, healing from a near death experience which led to a great deal of scarring that I know hurts you even if you don’t like to mention it unless it’s particularly bad.” Steve explained, holding the steering wheel with one hand and waving the other for emphasis.

“But, your wellbeing is just as important to me, you should have told me, princess. Tell me you knew about this, Buckley.”

“Of course, I knew Steve was staying at the Henderson's, I encouraged him to leave. He doesn’t do well on his own, he’s a mess.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence there, Rob.” Steve said bitchily as he focused on the road ahead.

“Shut up, Dingus, we all are. No one else thinks any less of you for it. You don’t think any less of me for sleeping in my mom's bed if I’m not over at Eddie’s and we all fall asleep on the sofa together. Why should I think any worse of you for needing to be around people to feel safe and grounded?”

“What Robin said. We want you to burden us, sweetheart. You’re there for everyone, you need to let others take care of you, we want to be there for you. Like I said in the bathroom of the trailer when you cried on my shoulder ‘You aren’t a burden, Stevie’. Don’t believe the lies you were taught by your parents as a child. Hopper never thought either of us were a burden when he picked us up and took us to Benny’s as kids. It’s just a pity we never met back then." Eddie reasoned.

"Maybe he did that on purpose, could you imagine the trouble two neglected preteens like us would have gotten into if we became friends!” Steve mused aloud.

What would it have felt like growing up with Steve as your best friend only to realise that you then had feelings for him. Would that have been better or worse than his experiences around coming to terms with his sexuality in this universe Eddie wondered. It would certainly have made things more complicated.

“If he had done that maybe I wouldn’t have been such a pretentious dick in high school. My whole life would have been different.” Steve continued, breaking Eddie out of his reverie.

“Yep, you too could have been bullied right alongside Rob and me. Instead of hanging out with the bullies and being the top dog in the social nightmare known as high school. Must have been rough being you, big boy.”

“Hey, I never said I liked who I was in high school, Jonathon literally knocked some sense into me after I was a dick to Nance. Then hanging out with Dustin and co, and then Robin has been a complete education on my part.” He shrugged. “I wouldn’t be the person I am today without them, otherwise I’d have peaked in high school and have no decent friends. That’s why I’ll always be grateful to Nancy for taking a chance on me.”

“Now look at you hanging round with all the best people Hawkins has to offer, eh, Dingus.”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world.” Steve gave them both a huge grin that they returned. Boney M continued to play as they hit the outskirts of the Chicago. Eddie gave Steve directions, and they parked up in a neighbourhood lined with various restaurants and bars. The people milling about were well behaved and you could hear quiet chatter of patrons through doors as people came and went from one place to another. There certainly wasn’t any loud music or anything to indicate that there was a club nearby.

Steve pulled out the baggy and offered it to the other two.

“Not for me thanks, dingus, I think I’ll stick to alcohol this evening.” Robin shook her head.

Eddie looked conflicted. “Fuck it, do you fancy going halves with me? I don’t feel up to  a whole one.”

“That sounds like a good compromise to me, man.” Steve broke one of the small pills in half and placed a piece in Eddie’s hand. “Bottoms up!” He tipped his half into his mouth and swallowed with a grimace at the bitter taste as Eddie followed suit. “I’m not going to drink tonight; I don’t want to mix substances.” Steve told the other two.

“I’m with you there, dude. If this was six months ago, I’d have had a whole one, probably more, and drank on top of it.” He definitely wasn’t the same person he had been back then, like Steve, coming into contact with the Party and the Upside Down had affected him in ways both good and bad. Sure, the trauma was fucked up, but he had friendships that he wouldn’t give up for the world. “I was a mess! I still am, just a different kind of mess.” Eddie gave a self-deprecating laugh.

“I’d be more worried if you weren’t!” Steve gave the metalhead an affectionate smile.

“Come on, space cadets, lets mosey.” Robin said that more confidently than she looked. They finally exited the van. Eddie led them to a set of innocuous double doors, a sign stated that it was for members only. Eddie pushed the doors open feeling a flutter of nerves as the other two followed him. When he had passed this place with Gareth the doors had been open and a small, orderly queue had formed. On the other side of the doors were two well-muscled bouncers who gave the three a look up and down before opening the inner door that led to a set of wide well-lit stairs leading into a basement.

“I feel like I passed some sort of gay test.” Robin laughed as they closed the door behind them.

“We all must have.” Eddie pointed out.

At the bottom of the stairs through another set of double doors stood a drag queen wearing skyscraper platform heels, a silver sparkly dress with a slit to the hips, that matched Steve's nails, and turquoise wig. Eddie could hear the thumping of base and could smell stale alcohol from the other side of the double doors.

“Welcome, darlings, entry is five bucks. But you get a stamp which means you can come and go all night.” They paid their entrance fees, and she gently took their hands and stamped the back of them, leaving a pair of black lips marked there. “Have fun!” She stood back to allow them through.

They stood clustered just the other side of the doors they had came through taking in the scene around them. Eddie would later describe it as joyous. The people on the dance floor wore whatever made them happy, some in jeans and t-shirt, some in tiny dresses that barely covered their asses, others wearing leather, a few wearing PVC underwear and little else. A rainbow of lights blinked in time to the music and a large, mirrored disco ball threw specks of light here, here there and everywhere. There were men, women and people who could have been either or both dancing, flirting, chatting, kissing and laughing as they moved to the music or clustered around the bar to get a drink.

Steve turned and grinned at Robin. “We found your people, Rob. Now let’s get you that first kiss!” He put his arm round Robin and headed to the bar. Eddie felt Steve take hold of his upper arm; he turned from the dancers as Steve gave him a devastating smile. “We’re not leaving you behind, Munson.”

They got to the bar and looked down the list of cocktails.

“Right, Buckley, let’s get you a drink. What’s your poison?” Asked Eddie as Robin spent some time looking at the list written in a flowing script behind the bar.

“I think I’d like a Screaming Orgasm please.”

Eddie snorted, “I bet you would.” A barman wearing only a pair of acid wash jeans came and took Eddie’s order. He created Robin’s cocktail in front of her before pouring it into a clear plastic cup with a straw and tiny colourful umbrella, he placed two bottles of water next to it and took Eddie’s money. The threesome turned and headed for the dance floor as I Will Survive began. The three of them began moving to the music standing in a loose triangle. Eddie trying to avoid knocking Robin’s drink as they were both clumsy.

They were into their third song when Eddie could feel that he was starting to rush, the familiar anxiety his body always had just as he started to come up, as his heart rate began to rise. He took a drink of water to try and level out his breathing. Steve lent over to him to shout into his ear.

“I hate this part!” Steve blanched and Eddie knew he wasn’t alone in disliking the start of a molly high. He tentatively took Steve’s hand for moral support; Steve squeezed his hand back as they carried on dancing.

“Are you two, ok?” Robin checked in with them, they nodded at her with small smiles, brushing off her concerns. At that moment a young woman bounced into Robin sending her drink flying. She was petite with a cloud of short curls haloing her head and a nose ring.

She fired off a string of apologies as she waved her hands around explaining that she was ridiculously clumsy. “Can I buy you another one?” She nodded towards the bar. Robin looked to the two boys and they waved her off with a grin.

“I bet that girl did that on purpose just to talk to Robin.” Steve smiled fondly after her like a proud parent. Eddie noticed that he couldn’t stop smiling and the world around him seemed to sparkle. The initial anxiety he felt had dissipated, Steve caught his eye and laughed. He must have come up too. He let go of Eddie’s hand as he put his hands in the air to dance more effusively than he had been, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the music. Eddie wanted to hold his hand once more, but didn’t want to contain the joy the other man was feeling. He looked so beautiful as he danced carefree. Eddie joined him moving to the beat, they had danced to two more songs and Robin hadn’t rejoined them.

“I’m going to check on Birdie and get some more water, do you want some?” Eddie lent into Steve’s ear.

“Thanks, Eddie.” Steve said with a big smile, as he carried on dancing.

“Back in a minute, pretty boy, don’t go anywhere.” He felt more confident than he had in months, more himself. No longer the person trapped by what he had experienced. The trauma of something else inhabiting his body and the town he fought to protect turning on him no longer weighed him down. He felt he could access the joyful part of himself easier, it was still there, just hidden. It was the right choice to get away from Hawkins, away from the bad memories, for a night that was purely hedonistic. He had spent the past few months facing what had happened to him and his friends head on, tonight it felt like it wasn't the overwhelming burden it had been. It was diminished and he could focus on what was right in front of him, what was important, what was precious. Tonight it felt like he had the future at his feet, if he was just brave enough to take a step in that direction.

As Eddie went to the bar, he saw that Robin and the girl with the nose ring were deep in conversation, they were both smiling and laughing, her hand on Robin's arm. Robin had a different cocktail this time, it was bright orange. He was so proud of her.

Eddie gave the topless barman his order and waited for the two bottles of water to arrive as I Feel Love by Donna Summers began to play.  He looked across the dancers at Steve and saw a blond man in a clean white vest and suspenders dancing with him. Eddie hurriedly paid the barman, leaving the waters forgotten on the bar as he dashed through the dancers as the man started to reach for Steve’s waist. He needed to do something. Anything! And quickly!

His brain short circuited as he got to Steve, invading his space as he licked the ex-jock from chin to cheek, before yelling “I licked it, so it’s mine!” He threw an arm round Steve’s shoulder. A delighted giggle erupted from Steve as he turned to Eddie leaning his forehead to the metalheads, the other man got the hint and moved away. Steve threw his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, his elbows resting on Eddie’s collarbones, his hands playing with his curls.

“Who are you calling ‘It’, Teddie?” He asked with heavy lidded eyes. He looked all coy and sweet. It was the first time he had ever called him Teddie. It was something his mom had called him, not that Steve could possibly have known that.

“That’s your take away from what I said? You didn’t have an issue with me calling you ‘mine’ or licking you?” Eddie asked incredulously, shyly placing his hands on Steve’s hips to pull him closer.

“Of course not, I’ve wanted to hear you say that for months.” Steve brought his nose to Eddie’s and nuzzled him. Warmth like stepping into the sun on a cold day spread through Eddie, the boy he loved more than anything, the boy who came back for him, the boy who fought dangers untold and hardships unnumbered to bring back the metalhead that Vecna had stolen from him was here and he liked him back. Eddie’s cheeks hurt from smiling as he softly kissed the man he was dancing with. Steve’s hands held the back of Eddie’s head as he tilted his head for Eddie to kiss him more deeply. Eddie pressed his body fully to Steve’s; he slid a hand from Steve’s waist to rest gently in Steve’s back pocket.

If you were to cut Eddie open right now, he was sure he'd bleed glitter on to the dancefloor due to how amazing he felt; he felt like he was shimmering. Now, that could just be the molly in his system doing its thing, but he’d had it before and never felt this buoyant. It must be because he was plastered to the boy he loved, his lips on Steve’s in a place that accepted them for who they were, where they could be themselves. Where they were free to dance as close as they liked, their hands wandering as they moved to the music. He hadn’t felt this free in his life. Forever more he would think of I Feel Love as their song.  

Over the crowd of club goers they heard Robin shriek, as she spotted the two of them dancing closely; their hands on each others bodies and their eyes gazing softly at one another. She barrelled across the dance floor towing the girl with the curls behind her.

"Oh my god! You two! This is amazing! My two best friends have finally realised what Wayne and I have known for months! It finally happening!" She squealed flinging her arms around them and then kissed them both on the forehead. "I can't wait to get back and tell Wayne!"

"What do you mean tell Wayne!" Eddie gave an incredulous huff.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, Rob?" Steve asked at the same time, peering round her at the young woman she had pulled through the dancers to get to them. Robin gave them a bashful grin as she introduced them.

"This is Cassie, she's a student of fine arts at UChi. Cassie, this is my best friend Eddie and my platonic soulmate Steve. Otherwise known as Doofus and Dingus." Steve smiled and give her a finger wave that Eddie recognised from all those months ago in the boathouse, Eddie gave her the devil horns. "This pair have been dancing around this will they/won't they shit since spring break. If I'd have known that all it would take would be getting them to a gay club, I'd have done it ages ago." She complained. Cassie snorted a laugh.

"Nice to meet you!" Cassie smiled at them. The four of them danced together for the next few songs before Careless Whisper came on. Eddie groaned but allowed himself to be pulled in close by Steve as he gently swayed in time to music. Eddie rested his cheek on Steve's shoulder and breathed in the familiar scent of Steve's cologne, his favourite Ferrah Fawcett hairspray and a smell that was uniquely Steve. His hands on Steve's hips and Steve's hands on his back. His eyes fluttered closed just enjoying their closeness in a place that they could be unashamedly themselves. The song was a couple of verses in when Steve gently nudged him and nodded just to Eddie's left he turned his head to look and saw Robin and Cassie kissing.

Steve gave Eddie an elated grin. Eddie couldn't help but smile at Steve's response, he was so happy for Robin and so was he. The two girls sure did make a cute couple.

"She's gonna be so pissed her first kiss was to Wham!" Eddie sniggered, Steve rolled his eyes and gave him a backhanded tap to his shoulder.

"What? I have to draw the line somewhere and that line is Wham!, Sweetheart." Eddie told him as he dodged another playful tap from Steve.

"I suppose I shouldn't complain, now I've found out that you're the disco queen."

"Damn right I am, princess, and don't you forget it." Eddie laughed pulling him back into his arms to kiss him fully on the lips.

They spent the rest of the night dancing and at 2am the lights came on and the music stopped. Robin and Cassie stumbled up the steps of the clubs several cocktails deep into inebriation cackling and holding each other up.

"Awww, I think it could be true love, Eds." Steve grinned watching the pair. Robin stopped by Eddie's van her breath crystallising in the cold night air.

"This is me." She told Cassie.

"You live in this tiny van with two men?" Cassie asked her eyes wide.

"Nooo, this is our home for the night. It's got a mattress and lots of cosy blankets for us to sleep this off before we go home in the morning." She explained.

"Have you got a pen, I'd like to give you my phone number if you'd let me?" Cassie asked shyly.

"Do you have a pen in this rust bucket, Eddie?" Robin asked . Eddie's offended in take of breath could have been heard several blocks over. He cupped his hands around the nearest wing mirror like he was covering the vans ears.

"How dare you speak to her like that! She's allowing you to sleep with her tonight and this is how you treat her!" He wailed. "Take heed, Cassie, she's showing her true colours!" Steve elbowed the over-dramatic metalhead out of the way and used the key to open the passenger door to fetch a pen from the glove compartment. Cassie thanked him as she took the pen from him. She took Robin's arm and wrote her number on her forearm with a little smiley face. She gave Robin a kiss on the cheek and waved her goodbye with a "call me, beautiful!" Robin gave a contented sigh as she leant against the van. Eddie was unsure whether that was because her drunken legs were finally giving out or because she was feeling so blissed out from having finally kissed a girl.

"Soooo, Buckley, you're gonna call her, right?" He asked leaning next to her. She turned to him, her smile lit up the night.

"Of fucking course, Eddie!"

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If you enjoyed this snippet, you can find the rest here on A03. Leave a Light on Chapter 14: I Feel Love

[gothamite-rambler]

Jim: Batman, your arm might be broke.

Batman: Oh, technically is. You see the bone popped out of place ... I'm in so much pain. Feels good.

Batman sighed contentedly, gazing at the night sky. Jim and Reneé Montoya looked at him with curiosity, wondering what he meant by that. Reneé leaned forward, glancing at Jim, then pulled back and took a drag from her cigarette, laughing softly.

Jim: You're in pain and it feels good? That doesn't make sense.

Renee (smoking a cigarette): Nah, I get what he means. There's just some types of pain you can replace with pleasure.

Batman: I learned it from monks.

Renee: Neat. You going to the hospital?

Batman (anticipation in his usually stoic tone): I have a doctor, but I can fix this here. Jim, grab my arm, the broken one.

Jim (reluctantly agreeing): ...I should ask why, but I want to see where this goes.

Batman: Smart man; grip my wrist tightly.

Jim grasped his friend's arm firmly. Batman steadied himself, taking several deep breaths, straightening his posture, and cracking his neck. Reneé stepped in between them, ready to observe what was about to unfold.

Jim: Oh, I'm definitely going to regret this.

Batman jerked his arm as Jim tightened his grip on his wrist, and a sickening pop echoed through the night air as a bone went back into place.

Troy, a new Gotham cop, arrived at the worst moment, hearing the sickening pop and the unsettling sound that followed. A faint, satisfied moan escaped Batman as he felt the tingling sensation of his arm realigning to its proper position.

Tony (cringing horrified): Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I didn't need to hear that! Why did he moan!

Reneé: Nice.

Tony: That was not what I needed to see tonight and I just got back from a crime scene for a man that was killed with a cinderblock!

Reneé: Oh, I forgot you used to live in Central City. Here's your welcome gift to Gotham.

Tony: God, the Flash's aren't odd like this, he's lucky the rent here is cheap!

Tony stormed off, muttering random words to distract himself from the unsettling sounds of the crack of a bone being reset and the satisfied moans of a man in a latex batsuit.

Jim (dropping Batman's arm): Yep... Yep... That moan is never leaving my mind. Ah well, we all have our kinks.

Jim sighed shaking his own hand that held Batman's temporarily broken arm.

Jim: The thing about kinks is that people outside the bedroom don't need to learn about them!

Batman (staring at the ground): Sorry about that... Jim. Whew, God that felt great. You know what, I should check on my girlf- I mean Catwoman. She's at her place. Needs protection from burglars in her neighborhood. I'll return to patrolling in an hour.

Reneé (seriously): Better make it two hours, Dark Knight.

Batman: You're right. If you see one of my kids tell them I'm patrolling.

Reneé: I got ya covered Batman.

Batman headed toward the Batmobile and drove away. Jim closed his eyes, tapping his forehead in an attempt to block out the sound and the image, but both were forever stamped in his memory.

Jim: I'm watching Terrifer tonight to block out what I just saw. Senseless violence should help right?

Reneé (handing Jim a cigarette): That or porn.

Jim: You're having more of an under reaction then I'm struggling to. You're younger than both of us!

Reneé: Jimmy, I've seen and been through my own exploits. I hooked up with Batwoman, this ain't nothing for me. I'm just glad he can turn the pain on himself and not on any of his kids.

Jim: That's reasonable. Troy, on the other hand might need to talk to the therapist tomorrow.

Reneé: He'll be fine. Come on let's get late night breakfast, my treat.

Troy paced around and covered his ears. Humming loudly to remove the sexual moaning from the Batman. The newbie wasn't aware this was the tame weirdness when it comes to being near Batman.

[changingplumbob]

Third Round - Day Nine 2 of 2

Berenice: Don't be hasty if the nectar is tasty

Yasmine: *laughs* That's good advice

Berenice: No samples for commentators?

Yasmine: Don't tell me production is full of haters! Not you Benjamin, I'm trying to keep up with Bernie

Berenice: *laughs*

Deanna: Congratulations on your nectar

Isabella: Thank you! My Tartosian heritage helped I think

Deanna: What wrong assumptions do you think people can make about you? I know plenty judge me by my hair now

Isabella: People tend to compare me with Bea. They like to spin different stories on how I became a "shadow" of my cousin just because she has more spotlight. It was hard getting out of that "shadow" and out of other people's eyes, but here I am, making my own name!

Deanna: You have a wonderful singing voice! Not to say your normal voice is bad- you just sing wonderfully

Isabella: Thank you. I've got to where I am with my own merit, not using Bea

Deanna: I know we're still young but... what an accomplishment you're proud of? I got high school valedictorian but I know not everyone is academic focused

Isabella: I am most proud of myself. The fact that people kept pushing me down, saying that I should find another career where I don't have to compete with Bea, didn't manage to break me. I have a decent career in music at Del Sol, and there are a lot of people who supports me as a singer. They're even cheering me on while here!

Deanna: *smiles* Good answer. We should all work on being able to be proud of ourselves. In most cases our younger selves would be proud of us

Isabella: *smiles* I like to think so

Deanna: I have been wondering, obvious I'm a big fan of technology, how's your relationship with technology?

Isabella: I produce and mix music so I can consider myself as a techie? Though not as techie as the programmers for games and other things.

Deanna: Music needs a lot of software now right

Isabella: It makes it easier if you know how to work the programs

Deanna: Date's nearly over, any last questions you want to squeeze in?

Isabella: How do you handle disagreements? Because I can get... hot headed

Deanna: So I actually enjoy a good argument. I think I inherited it from pa- plus years of arguing with Emisia

Isabella: You're not hurt over arguments then?

Deanna: I would say I'm pretty good at staying objective. So long as the other person doesn't get personal, I can hold my own

Isabella: *smiles* Good to know

Deanna: Is it just me, or do you always seem to wear that skirt on difficult to move days?

Kristina: *laughs* Bowling and nectar making... I don't think it was designed with those activities in mind. But hey- it's stayed together. I thought it was coming apart at one point but Nephinae sewed it up as good as new

Deanna: What wrong assumptions do you think people can make about you? I know plenty judge me by my hair now

Kristina: Yasmine had me all wrong last round: just because my family are foresters doesn't mean we don't care about the environment! In my life I've probably personally planted thousands of new trees! Some of the trees I planted with my dad as a kid are big enough for me to climb now, too.

Deanna: They are?

Kristina: Come to Moonwood Mill, we'll climb one together *winks*

Deanna: I know we're still young but... what an accomplishment you're proud of? I got high school valedictorian but I know not everyone is academic focused

Kristina: Getting the marks and having the popularity to be high school valedictorian probably isn't easy! I was homeschooled so I wouldn't really know, but you should be proud

Deanna: Thank you. I forget you were homeschooled, it must have been such a different education. So, proud moment?

Kristina: I'm probably most proud of the fact that I was able to turn my passion for flowers and the outdoors into a career. Some days the hours are long, but I'm outside so much I barely notice!

Deanna: That's wonderful! I'd love to get good enough at robotics to make a career from it

Kristina: I believe you will

Deanna: I have been wondering, obvious I'm a big fan of technology, how's your relationship with technology?

Kristina: I am not a tech head at all, but it's not because I have anything against technology

Deanna: Do you have much technology back home?

Kristina: Some. I don't like the machines that clear cut the rainforests, of course, but I can use the Internet to research botany like a pro!

Deanna: Make technology work for you is what I say

Kristina: *smiles* I like how you look at things

Deanna: Date's nearly over, any last questions you want to squeeze in?

Kristina: What is your favourite flower?

Deanna: I didn't actually know a lot of flowers before Reece got in to gardening but... I think sunflowers would probably be my favourite

Kristina: No other flower can get closer to the sun! Sunflowers are bright and ambitious, and that definitely reminds me of you.

Deanna: What about you? What's your favourite flower? Can you even pick

Kristina: Hydrangeas are my favourite. The way they change colour with the sun and the seasons reminds me of a mood ring I had when I was little. I wore it every day, and I was always happiest whenever I was outside - whenever the mood ring was lilac like the hydrangeas in the forest

Devin: You seem pretty happy

Deanna: I am. The dates went well. Isabella managed to cool herself off for her's and then Kristina... yeah I think I'm back to being smitten

Posy: Oh my god there's the word! Finally

Quetzalli: I thought Kristina was done for when she got up to talk to her "friends" for sure

Posy: Same! I thought uh oh, Dee repeat. But I don't know, those "friends" of hers always seem to tell her to be romantic

Quetzalli: They were talking to each other again within minutes. I think Kristina must have really benefited from this date romance wise

Posy: She was able to not yell at Deanna

Quetzalli: *giggling* Okay but Deanna told Belle she doesn't mind a little argument so maybe she's okay with a little heated conversation

Time for skill boosting! Jerrica works on her writing, it would be embarrassing for her to lose a future writing challenge. Harmony works on fitness again, she's at a high enough level now for the bigger book.

The popular choice for the WALL-E group however, is logic. Even if Isabella is in a rage she focuses on the words, as does Kristina. Sarah has a higher logic skill so she's able to tackle a harder manual.

After skill time (and bathroom break) the contestants are called to dinner. Autonomy is switched on and doors are unlocked for everyone except Deanna. Computers are likely to compete for attention. With no queued interactions by me it's up to Deanna, contestants and autonomy to determine how much happens in the four hours before the day ends.

Dinner is rather quiet, Isabella yells to the universe instead of at anybody which is nice. Most of the contestants must still be tired from the nectar making this morning. Isabella again demands dishes to stress clean- hey, if she's able to manage her rage who are we to question it. Deanna stands and pulls Sarah in for a kiss making the fellow computer nerd smile.

Most of the group choose to disperse after dinner but Kristina comes back to the kitchen for a while.

Kristina: What is that awful smell

Deanna: I think the coffee pot needs emptying

Kristina: Oh I can do that, you relax *kisses*

Meanwhile Jerrica browses the internet to unwind since she's caught up on her shows.

Sarah: Why is there no power sip in this fridge? I suppose milk will have to do

Sarah's animations indicate she's going to develop an illness soon so we keep an eye on her to give her the medicine as soon as we can.

Outside Harmony has chosen to play some simbles in the evening sunlight. The colours in Tartosa are utterly beautiful. Oh and Isabella calls it a night and naps.

Jerrica: *hugs* How are you doing De

Deanna: I'm alright, I enjoyed today

Jerrica: I wish I had enjoyed it more, the grapes were so sticky

Deanna: Clearly I needed to get in a nectar maker to get the full experience

Jerrica: We could have shared mine!

Deanna: *laughs* But then we'd have just fallen on each other

Jerrica: I mean if you wanted to fall on me, I wouldn't complain

Deanna: Really? Well I think-

Sarah: Hi guys! How's it going? What are we talking about

Jerrica: *chuckles* Gravity

Sarah: Oh I know a lot about that! You have to when you're programming a game that exists in an environment with gravity. The computer doesn't just know it exists without input. It takes a lot of work to make the code understand

Deanna: I think Joey mentioned that once?

Sarah: Probably. His game is amazing!

Posy: *giggling* Now this is reality TV

Quetzalli: Come on! I wanted Jerrica to get her first kiss in

Posy: *still giggling* No chance, Sarah was not leaving those two alone

Quetzalli: Do you reckon she had a timer on her phone for how long was left before switchover and just decided to interfere

Posy: It's what I would do if I wasn't in love *winks*

Quetzalli: *smiles* Charmer

Sim creators and writers:

@bakersimmer, @simstagramsomeone, @pixeldistractions, @eljeebee, @cawthorntales @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, @fallin4fiction, @invisiblequeen, @matchalovertrait

Tartosa Beach and Bar from gallery ID Chellsdi Original park built by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants Villa renovation by @paracosmic-sims

[marstriesthings]

Montresor's Greatest Fear (Long post)

I know that I had written an analysis post on him previously, but I wanted to talk about it again on a separate post with clearer details.

Before I come to a conclusive theory, I want to go over the interesting details.

It starts with him standing in a church, standing on the Belial sigil.

Fun fact, the term Belial was later referred to as simply the Devil in the New Testament and is used to often used to characterize 'worthlessness' or 'weakness'

This gets further interesting because his Spectre is the Son of Belial. This phrase in Hebrew translates to 'son of worthlessness' or better said 'people defined by worthlessness'. (Do fact check that and inform me if I'm wrong, I'm going off on vague memory and knowledge I had during a short phase)

Moving on, he sees a long line of cloaked figures up front, none that which he recognizes, all approaching him. These figures are covered in soot and grime.

One of them reaches out and touches his chest, insulting him to his face (mood). This touch burns him. They start to take turns, touching him and insulting him. And with each insult it burns him.

It's terrifying, it's clearly haunting him. He's rejecting the insults.

What's more baffling is that, once they touch him, the soot on their body is transferred to him. As seen in the second picture, the people who are walking off are now cleansed. He is burned and getting dirtier and dirtier.

I didn't understand this scene at first. It feels like a line he threw out of desperation, a thread to keep hanging on. Especially the part where he claims that they needed him.

But they are using him. It's as if he's being used to carry their sins - if they are gluttonous, they're making him the gluttonous one. If they are selfish, they're making him the selfish one. They made him wicked, stupid, worthless and he tries to reject it. He's trying to convince SOMEONE that he isn't any of those. Awfully intriguing, really.

It's similar to a sin-eater, my theory is that he was used as a scapegoat. Like a designated sinner? I am not well aware of such concepts to talk about them, but I think it is a similar theme being applied here.

So all of this happens, he becomes very close to a crash out, and then his 'mother' shows up.

At first glance it looks as though she's hugging him, but upon closer look at her hand placement you can see that one hand is touching him the exact same way that every hooded figure from before had. Palm right on his body as if prepared to call him out/insult him.

Montresor does calm down a lot once she appears, listening in silence as she continues to...completely insult him. She excludes him from their community, comparing him to them. She calls him faithless - going as far as to say he deserves all he has gotten.

What surprises me is that he refuses, he says "I'm not" as in "I'm not faithless", and "I didn't" as in, "I didn't deserve this".

It's surprising because Montresor is someone who seems to fully admit what he is, he is proud of it. He knows he's an asshole, he knows he's vengeful, he doesn't do much to hide it. And yes, this may be a coping mechanism for he who seem to have been called such things his whole life. But the refusal feels wholehearted, desperate even.

She forces him into his knees to pray (she has a devious smile while he's surprised) and as you can see ^ she forces his hands together and raises them in praying motion.

The next scene is one I think we'll understand one the actual flashback regarding this scene is unlocked. He is defiant, almost casual when he says he doesn't remember. It almost looks like a child throwing a tantrum.

See, I think he's lying when he says he has forgotten. Originally I had thought he didn't pray much or perhaps he stopped at some point and never prayed again. And these are legitimate theories and could even be proven true along the lines. But in his latest flashback we see he was a preacher before he became an outlaw. Not a good one, of course as he was shown gambling. It does sort of imply he at least worked in a church back then so not remembering how to pray would be difficult to do - especially for someone who is likely to have grown up in churches. Such places treat religion like a habit, and one thing about habits are that they are hard to forget.

Plus, in the latest chapter he was in (120) he is wearing a cross necklace underneath his uniform. For someone who seems to 'look down' on God this proves that he has at least some faith. Of course he may wear it as a source of comfort as well. Religion is a very complicated thing after all, I'm not going to make solid conclusions here.

Fun fact! Montresor means my treasure in French! Monty here might be American in the webtoon but in the short story he's actually French.

Anyway, this is the final burning. The mother grabs his throat as she says this and it seems to burn his insides causing him to puke the out the actual devil. An interesting theory here would be that this implies that mother is the worst sinner of them all, but either way, the scene freaked me out.

I can't tell you what she means by "you had the devil inside since the day you were born" as it is a common insult against horrible people. However if this means that he has been treated like devil itself since he was a young child then I think I will genuinely feel remorse for Montresor.

So the devil he pukes out, which I'm assuming is a depiction of Belial, begins to attack people around the church.

In the background it is the bible verse Matthew 6:9-13, the 21st Century King James version specifically. (Btw I'm not Christian so this was a bitch to find, I was just writing down key words I saw between the teared bg but I'm pretty sure this is the one)

It goes:

In this manner, therefore pray ye: Our father who art in heaven , hallowed by Thy name

Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom, and the power and the glory forever.

Amen.

I might make a separate post about this verse later if I have a revelation, mostly because I was too tired to delve into the meaning of it. At first read it seems like a prayer for God to redeem them of their sins though.

As this verse plays in the background, the devil is attacking people, and Montresor watches it all laughing. He seems satisfied, pleased to see the sight. It's as if he's watching someone finally revenge for him. My guy is loving it.

Also if you look at the picture of him laughing you would see the exact handprint of his mother's on his chest.

He's laughing, in his illusion, but in reality, he looks worse off than ever.

Poor Will T-T

Montresor looks terrified here. I loved what Lenore said to him, pointing out how he's always scared. It made so much sense that I nearly pitied the guy.

Yes, if he really is scared of God or maybe the 'cult-like' behavior itself then every single thing he's done so far can be seen as an attempt to get away from that life. Every blasphemous action and unkempt behavior starts to seem as if he's desperate to not be seen as religious. He's nothing like them.

Or maybe it's the only way he knows how to be. Having been called the devil, depraved, horrible, those are the only words he knows how to fit into. So he needs to be like it, because if not then who even is he? He's scared of whatever that has been done to him, but it may also be the only thing he knows.

Either way, it scared him to such an extent and I am dying to know the full story there. Whether he's choosing to be horrible, or if he doesn't know how to be anything but horrible, or he's horrible because he's scared - I simply cannot wait to find out.

Bonus!

In his illusion he is watching the devil lash around, attacking the worshippers around him, while in reality he's lashing out going as far as to attack Will (who basically worships him omg)

Perhaps this means that even in the illusion, he's the devil and we're being tricked by seeing a subconscious part of himself enjoying the sight.

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I feel like I should bring up that I don't even like Montresor. It's just that there's so much depth to him that I keep seeing whenever I'm doing mundane tasks that makes my mind wander.

[justreadalot]

Through Your Eyes Part 20

Summary - Currently Damian, Danny and Red Hood are stuck in the ghost zone with good GIWs and scientists. They have succeeded in finding a way home. Eleven hours remain until they can go.

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Jason stared at the clock.

11:00:00; 10:59:59; 10:59:58

He tore his eyes away, thinking he can't just stand there and just watch it for the next eleven hours.

He turned to the boys, “Hey, let's head back to the rooms, it's been a busy day. We should rest.” Both boys turned to him, they looked at him shocked. “We are not staying here to just watch that clock for the next ten hours.” He looked back at it, “and fifty seven minutes.”

Danny looked amused, Damian looked nervous at leaving the room.

“Come on, we have been up for a while, let's go rest in the rooms.” Jason started herding them out.

“Hey wait Danny,” called out Agent R, coming over to the group. Danny looked over at him as he handed Danny a few cards. “In-case you need help, here is my card, Dr Mary's card and the GIW contact details.”

Jason looked over at the cards seeing names, phone numbers and email addresses on them.

“Do be careful,” added Agent R quietly, “never blindly trust anyone, just because they work for an organisation you trust. No-one is perfect. Always judge them by their actions more than their words.”

“You have had bad situations pop up?” questioned Jason. 

“Oh, yes. We always have to watch. And we have had some very close calls.” Agent R nodded, then left the room. 

Jason looked back at the clock as Damian and Danny looked at the cards then took photos of them with their phones.

10:52:35; 10:52:34; 10:52:33

Jason made himself turn away and continued pushing the boys out of the room. He also started an alarm on his watch for 10 hours ahead.

Both boys saw what he did, Damian did the same on his phone. Danny didn't bother.

They all reached the two rooms they have been using. It was a lounge with two couches and a large bedroom with a king size bed. Jason locked the door. He didn't think anything would go wrong in the next ten hours, but better to be safe than sorry.

The two boys laid down on the couches as Jason threw a blanket at each.

“You know, if the worst happens, I can fly you two out as long as you are in those space suits.” remarked Danny. “I just couldn't risk trying that with everyone, but I knew if anyone got seriously injured, I was to try getting them out.”

Jason looked up, “I hadn't heard about that.”

Danny shrugged, “I was told that on earth, it was confirmed when I returned.” 

Jason blinked, “well, let's try to sleep for a couple of hours, don't want to pass out” he turned off the main lounge lights and wandered into the bedroom. Leaving the boys to settle and rest. He removed the mask, jacket and boots and lay down to rest.

After a few minutes, Jason realised he was not going to be able to sleep, gave up, and went to lean against the main locked door, he could feel vibrations of anyone walking in the distance from the floor. Finding that this calmed his mind, Jason drifted off in a half sleep.

Jason woke up and found he was lying on the floor with a blanket over him, and a pillow under his head. Damian was kneeling beside him. Danny was snoring in the background.

“I have rested enough.” Damian said quietly. “Go back to the bed, I will watch and guard.”

“Am comfortable here, don't want to move.” Jason mumbled, turned over and passed out, able to fully rest now.

He woke up a few hours later, surrounded by pillows and covered with a lot of blankets.

Jason looked over into the room, he saw the two boys were playing cards on the bed. Damian was sitting so he could see both the door and the whole room.

“There are two and a half hours remaining before the portal opens.” commented Damian, looking at Jason. “Do you have any twos?” He asked Danny.

“Go fish.”

Damian grabbed a new card.

Jason looked at his watch as he sat up, the alarm would go off in one hour and forty minutes. He turned off the alarm and stretched, he then went to get something to eat and suit up.

“I think we should head back to the portal room.” He called out to the boys.

“I agree, it would be wise.”

“Sure, good idea.”

They re-set up in a corner in the room next to the portal room. There were many people around. Jason could see the clock where he was sitting.

01:30:32; 01:30:31; 01:30:30

Damian was playing a card game called solitude or patience.

Danny was making a card castle.

Jason wanted to start pacing, but there wasn't enough room around to do that.

“Red Hood, please come and play a card game with me.” commanded Damian, stacking his cards into one pile. He glared at him until Jason obeyed, sitting down impressed that Damian was picking up Jason’s agitation.

“What are we playing?”

“GoFish.” 

Ah, an easy game.

00:45:10; 00:45:09; 00:45:08

More people turned up, two agents appeared carrying two unconscious scientists.

Hmm, that was interesting.

Jason pushed himself up, and followed them into the portal room,.

“What happened?” He asked Agent C.

“They didn't want to return.” advised Agent C, “They want to remain to study the zone, and return in a year. We are not risking that, no live person will remain here. They should be unconscious for an hour.” The scientists were placed in a corner with a couple of bags near them. 

Jason grinned, and went back to the game with Damian.

00:15:01; 00:15:00; 00:14:59

Everyone started crowding around, a line appeared from the portal going back into the next room. Jason, Danny and Damian were at the back of the line with agents and the two unconscious scientists. 

00:00:02; 00:00:01; 00:00:00

The portal started up with a whine. The picture in the gap went green, black then cleared to show the earth portal room. 

A relieved sigh echoed round the room.

“OK, everyone just move through calmly.” called out the Agent at the front, “no need to rush, it will stay open until we are all though.”

Jason watched, no one panicked, the line just moved quickly and quietly. In a few minutes everyone was through. 

Just before he followed the boys through the portal, he saw the last agent behind them push a button beside the machine before following them. A little clock showing a timer for thirty minutes started.

The Agent saw Jason looking at him and smiled. 

“It's going to turn off all power except for a little force field and the fridges.” He said. 

They passed through the portal doorway. Sound and bright light hit Jason, blinking he could hear.

“This way, everyone please leave. Please follow the person in front of you to the exit.” called out a voice from a doorway. Jason looking around saw Vlad, a man with white hair, standing at the side of the Earth portal.

“I am the last person.” said the Agent behind Jason. An female agent standing beside Vlad, had a clipboard with a paper list on it with ticks on it, nodded when Vlad looked at her.

Vlad pushed a button and the portal turned off, all noise stopped. He then pulled a lever. 

“Everyone out now, this lab is now under quarantine.” He called out.

Jason herded the two boys out, carrying the backpack and holding on to Jazz's teddy bear.

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[aclandiae]

Part 2 of some more fanfiction covers I did recently with a Snily theme (platonic and/or romantic). Go here for part 1

I highly recommend each of these fanfics!

(from left to right, top to bottom)

Title: Ananke by: Eunike Read here Summary: 19-year-old Lily Evans finds herself mysteriously in the future, a world she no longer recognizes. With no one else to turn to, she goes to her old friend Severus for help and sets out to fix the past. What will Severus do when the love of his life returns to him?

Title: Check The Spindle By: copper_dust Read here Summary: "Lily wanted to ask what was so wrong with Cokeworth, her childhood home and entire universe at that point, but Severus suddenly stopped walking and said, ‘We can’t go any further.’" A late '60s mill town, an imaginative 9-year-old, and the great, mysterious unravelling. Featuring: macramé, soft horror, burnt orange, Girl Guides, abandoned textile mills and a generous sprinkling of The Sound of Music.

Title: The Apprentice by: Deborah Peters Read here Summary: In 1998, Severus Snape was given a second chance. In 1976, he has to figure out how to take it.

Title: Always By: aterriblebeautyisborn Read here Summary: “After all this time? Always." The friendship of Severus Snape and Lily Evans. (Eventual James/Lily)

Title: Smoke, fire, it's all going up by: cheshire_carroll Read here Summary: When the Sorting Hat tells her she is brave, Lily thinks of trying to get between her drunk, spiteful mother and crying sister. When the Hat labels her daring, she thinks of standing up to Severus's daddy when he broke his son's nose right in front of her. When the Hat calls her chivalrous, she thinks of punching one of Tuney's pig classmates in the nose for calling her sister sexist names. When the Hat suggests that she'll fit in well in Gryffindor, Lily almost laughs. "Put me in Slytherin," she tells it, "or I'll set you on fire."

Title: The Peace Not Promised by: Tempest_Kiro Link: Read here Summary: His life had been a mockery to itself, as too his death it seemed. For what kind of twisted humour would force Severus Snape to relive his greatest regret? To return him to the point in his life when the only person that ever mattered in his life had already turned away.

Title: Kémya By: cypresswand (@cypresswandonao3) Read here Summary: Severus Snape and Lily Evans used to be friends. After their fight near the end of their fifth year at Hogwarts, they drifted apart as strangers. He had chosen his path, and she had chosen hers, never to meet again. But sometimes the story of two people isn't over after they go their separate ways. Not when their paths cross once more in the most unlikely of places. At the bottom of the Great Lake - and with a magic Ring for the taking. In Middle-earth Severus and Lily must find a way back to each other, and learn about each other, while their disappearance off-sets a chain of events back in the wizarding world.

Title: The Road Not Taken Author: @kellydofc Read here Summary: What could have happened between Lily and Severus if he had said the right thing outside the Gryffindor Common Room.

Title: They Didn't Know We Were Seeds by: Lucy_Luna (@itslucyluna) Read here Summary: 'I'm not dead,' is his first thought upon waking. His next thought, after opening his eyes and seeing the mold-blackened ceiling of his childhood bedroom, is, 'What the bloody–?' He touches his neck. It's whole, slender – like a child's throat – and just as smooth. His third, and final thought before the banging at his door starts, is: 'Did any of it happen at all?'

Note: I tried finding the authors on tumblr, but that wasn't successful in most cases, so let me know their @ if you happen to know.