#and then he wore a different one on vet day

[aceinthefreakinspace]

Ace crushes are kinda funny with breaking allonormative stuff because instead of like wondering what they look like shirtless, I'm like "what if they wore that one sweatershirt they wore like a month ago. what if they wore it while we watched some movies so I could cuddle them even better"

Like I'm really out here picturing my crush with more clothes on, lol

[poupilette]

"Do you love her?"

"Who?"

"Your princess."

The sound of the waves was calming. The sand between his fingers was becoming less irritating as time passed on the island.

"No, I don't. Not in the way you're implying. She's the last family I have. She's my sister."

"Do you love me?"

He could feel the heat of her body next to his, and the scent of the plumeria flower she always wore in her hair filled the air.

"Yes. But it won’t be enough, will it?"

He felt a shift beside him and caught a glimpse of red hair. He didn’t turn—he already knew what he would see if he did.

"You need to go back to Hyrule."

"I know."

"Your princess, your sister, needs you."

"I know."

"I need to stay here."

"I know."

"The island needs me."

"I know."

Another shift, the sand moving beneath her feet as the scent of flowers faded. Even though he was still looking at the sea, he caught a flash of her blue dress swaying in the wind.

"Father must be waiting. Will we see you for dinner?"

"No. I need to go to the mountain."

"I see. Be careful, then."

This time, it wasn’t just a shift. He heard the soft crunch of sand beneath her feet as she walked away. He finally turned around.

"You once told me that we are incarnations of souls, traveling through time and places."

"I did, yes."

"Is there a good ending for us anywhere? A world where Hyrule doesn’t need me, a world where you can leave the island?"

A smile touched her lips as she walked back toward him. He was standing now, though he didn’t remember when he had decided to get up. She stopped a few meters away—just far enough that he knew if he reached out, he wouldn’t be able to touch her.

"You will meet them."

"Who?"

Her smile remained, but now that she was closer, he could see the sadness in her eyes.

"One day, you will meet the incarnation of us that had a happy ending, those who were able to grow old together."

"Why not us?"

The sun was starting to set, and a chill began to creep in.

"Not all heroes can be happy. You won’t be happy. You will fight your whole life and die alone, knowing you didn’t make any difference. And you will do it to save others from this fate."

The wind picked up, and the sound of the sea grew louder.

"A storm is coming. It’s time to go home."

This time, he didn’t move. He just watched as she disappeared into the fading light.

He turned to face the towering mountain ahead. His time here was coming to an end.

A flash of light made him open his eyes. He glanced around to see his traveling companions still asleep. Mornings at Lon Lon Ranch were always peaceful; it almost felt like home.

As he made his way down for breakfast, he heard the sound of two voices talking. He just had to close his eyes to hear the sound of the waves again.

Opening the door, he saw the vision of a red-haired woman smiling at him. Beside her was the old man—the hero who had been blessed with a happy ending.

They both smiled as the sound of the waves faded away.

« Good morning Vet. Said the old men. Did You Sleep well ? »

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Hello there !

First of all thank you for reading (I’m saying that even tho I’m sure that no one will read but anyway)

It’s my first time even showing anyone what I write and it’s really scary

English is not my first language si if I did any mistake pease tell me I want to be better

Oh and I know that technically Time and Malon don’t have a happy ending but ✨it’s more dramatic like that✨

Have a great day. <3

[gorogues]

Hi! 👋

So what’s the difference between the comic version Rogues and the Arrowverse Rogues? I haven’t watched any live action stuff about them but I would still like to know the difference between these two. (Backstory and personality-wise, but you can add other stuff if you really want to)

Thank you!!! And have a good day/night :)

Hi! It's been a few years since I've watched those shows, but here's as best as I remember it.

Len: The Snarts had their comics backstory of a violently abusive ex-cop dad, and Len raised Lisa after their father went to prison. As an adult, he tended to work with Mick and Lisa in criminal activities, but was still protective of his sister and he killed their father after dad had risked her life as part of a criminal scheme. He continued in crime, but developed a working relationship with Barry and they eventually came to an agreement in which Len could commit crimes as long as he didn't kill anyone or tell anyone about Barry's identity. He was later recruited into the Legends of Tomorrow and came to relish heroic work, which ultimately led to conflicts with Mick, and Len then sacrificed his life to save the Legends and defeat the Big Bad. He had a lot of similarities to comics Len, although more of an interest in heroism, and had a closer and even flirty relationship with Barry.

Lisa: The Snarts had their comics backstory of a violently abusive ex-cop dad, and Len raised Lisa after their father went to prison. As adults, they worked together in crime and kidnapped Cisco to build weaponry for them, which they used to attack a crime boss and commit general shenanigans. However, Lisa flirted with Cisco and he had a thing for her, and she came to Team Flash for help when she thought Len had been kidnapped. It turned out that Len was on a job with their father because dad had secretly implanted a bomb in Lisa; Team Flash got the bomb out and Len killed their father for the cruelty he'd inflicted on her. After that, she was generally involved in crime with her brother until he joined the Legends of Tomorrow and was killed, but we don't know much about her activities after that. Personality-wise, she was very flirty but extremely tough and a bit of an action junkie, so pretty similar to comics Lisa. No skates or jewel weapons, though.

Mick: He had the most development and most airtime of all the Flarrowverse Rogues, and thus unsurprisingly the biggest character arc. He began as a one-note raging villain, and later received a little more depth but had an in-universe reputation for being stupid, violent, and thoughtless. Even his best pal Len treated him like he was stupid, sometimes quite overtly. Over time we learned that he had a lot of past trauma (his father was a traumatized and abusive Vietnam vet), and he formed bonds with new caring people and was able to show his depth: still grumpy, but intelligent and with surprising interests. He became a successful novelist and basically blossomed into a different person over the course of Legends of Tomorrow. You can see aspects of comics Mick (who has gone through phases of being a one-note raging villain and also been more gently sensitive) in him, but he's radically different in backstory and character portrayal.

Digger: Very different from the comics. He was an ex-special forces operative who became a mercenary and was drafted into the Suicide Squad, but Lyla Michaels tried to liquidate the team in the field and Digger's brain bomb malfunctioned so he didn't die…and then he came after her and anyone associated with her for revenge. He set a bunch of bombs and tried to blow stuff up, but in the end he got killed. He certainly seemed more like an ex-military soldier than a criminal or supervillain, which fit well with his CW backstory but he was nothing like his comics incarnation.

Owen: Very different from the comics. He wore a comics-accurate outfit…but it was Digger's outfit, not Owen's. He was just a villain/criminal who decided to take Digger's mantle after he died, and he worked for the Red Death (a crime boss). He was basically just a skilled asshole, but a smartassed and entertaining one. Also had an interesting friendship with the second Murmur.

Roy Bivolo: He only dealt in negative emotions -- fear and anger -- and was a bit of a psycho who did angsty edgy art and seemed to enjoy hurting people. I liked that the show did a more accurate depiction of his achromatopsia than the comics ever have; he wore dark glasses and his hideout had low lighting to accommodate his vision problems. There was a female Rainbow Raider (Carrie Bates, not another Roy Bivolo) later on who dealt in positive emotions, and she was fun.

Hartley: He was pretty different in that he was a perpetual jerk, even after he'd reformed. He was an engineer at STAR Labs and a protégé of Harrison Wells (who was Eobard Thawne in disguise) but hated Cisco, and when Wells seemingly replaced Hartley with Barry he developed a violent grudge against them all. He mostly used sonic tech rather than musical instruments, and used tech to cope with the damage done to his hearing by the particle accelerator accident. He was pretty cruel as a villain; at one point he sent some metas to destroy a city dam, which could have killed thousands of people. Anyway, he didn't get over the grudge for a long time, though the universe reset itself a couple of times and eventually he got a boyfriend named Roderick who was hurt by a battle between Hartley and the Flash. Team Flash helped save his life, so Hartley more or less let go of the grudge and reformed for Roderick, and later helped Barry when he needed it.

James: Mark Hamill reprised his Trickster role from the `90s Flash series, and he was kinda fun but not in a traditional James way. He was definitely a psychopath and a murderous criminal who tried to kill hundreds or thousands of people for laughs, but he had some theatrical panache while doing it.

Axel: He idolized James Jesse and was delighted to learn that James was his father; it turns out that his mother was Prank, James' old sidekick from the `90s Flash series. He's also a psycho who likes killing people, but he too has something of his father's style.

Mark: He and his brother Clyde had been violent bank robbers who worked together before getting meta powers. Clyde became the original Weather Wizard, but he was killed by Joe West and Mark took over the mantle and sought revenge. Mark was generally pretty murder-happy, especially towards Joe and the Flash. He had a kid like in the comics, but ironically she used tech and he had meta powers (so the opposite of pre-Flashpoint continuity), and she was older and tried to kill him for being a crappy dad.

Sam: He was a wannabe gang leader with his girlfriend Rosa (Flarrowverse Top), though he tended to talk over her and eventually she murdered him to take his place. He got his powers when he'd insulted Len and Len had been in the process of killing him when the particle accelerator exploded, but it left Sam trapped in a mirror for a few years until he freed himself. He was vain and showy and could travel through mirrors, but we didn't really see much of him.

Evan: There was a gender-swap, so she was Eva. It was a complicated story, but the gist is that the real Eva was killed in the particle accelerator explosion, and a mirror duplicate of her was created and trapped in a mirror universe. She didn't know she was a duplicate, and was unhappy to be trapped; she dragged Iris into the mirror universe and created a duplicate Iris in the real world. Once Eva escaped the mirror world, she killed her crappy ex-husband but soon learned that she was in fact a duplicate and her whole existence was a lie. She created a ton of mirror duplicates and they tried to destroy Central City, but she was convinced to stop and decided to make the mirror world into a better place for them. As you can tell from these events, she was basically nothing like Evan aside from the name.

Roscoe: There was a gender-swap, so she was Rosa(lind). She was a wannabe gang co-leader with her boyfriend Sam, but he tended to sideline her and eventually she killed him. She didn't spin (except for a gag when Jesse Quick tossed her into the air), and originally she only had vertigo powers. Later she gained empathic powers and quasi-telepathic powers and developed an odd frenemy relationship with Cecile Horton (who was part of Team Flash and had similar powers), which was the only thing I liked about her.

Dr Alchemy: His name was Julian Albert in the show, and he was a work colleague of Barry's who fell under Savitar's control after finding the Philosopher's Stone. Savitar used him as a cult leader granting/restoring powers to people in his Alchemy persona (which he didn't know was happening), but Julian was eventually able to break free from him and joined Team Flash. The team used him to contact Savitar, and as Julian he pursued a relationship with Caitlin and tried to cure her of her Killer Frost persona. There were some similarities to Johns' post-Flash: Rebirth revamp of him, in that he was Barry's bitchy co-worker instead of someone he befriended after Al reformed. The Savitar and cult thing was different, and in the CWverse the Philosopher's Stone was made out of Speed Force or something.

Abra Kadabra: Originally he was a cool criminal from the future with amazing tech that looked like magic (it gets my seal of approval), and then he was brought back in another episode which revealed he was a dude named Philippe who tried to destroy Central City because his family had been erased in Crisis and he was angry. Barry was kind to him and he backed down, and then he got killed while helping the Flash.

Magenta: A nice teen with magnetic powers and mental health issues from an abusive parental figure, so fairly similar to her comics self. She didn't have a romantic history with Wally or any member of Team Flash, and she got her powers from Dr Alchemy.

Lashawn: She was called Shawna, and her backstory was completely different. In the comics she committed crimes only to save her father's life, but in the CW she was an ordinary thief and tried to spring her loser boyfriend from jail with her teleportation powers. She joined Hartley's vengeance squad after a time incarcerated in the Pipeline, but wasn't okay with his plan to destroy the city and she told Iris West about the plan before anyone could be killed. So in that sense she was different from most of the Rogues, and somewhat like her comics self.

Girder: He was completely different. In the Flarrowverse he was a former bully of Barry's, and he was more like Colossus (from the X-Men) than Girder because he could transform from a human into a metal form and even looked like Colossus instead of a rusted junk pile.

Blacksmith: Also completely different. She was an odd woman who liked to reinvent herself with fake names and new personas, and she wanted to be a crime boss like her comics counterpart but wasn't nearly as intelligent or threatening. Her powers were better, though, and I liked her lovers/rivals relationship with Goldface. In the comics she could manipulate and meld metal and flesh, but in the CW she could shape a specific type of metal into projectiles and defensive functions.

Tar Pit: His backstory was completely different, as he was betrayed by a comrade and knocked into a tar pit, leaving him trapped for years underground and seeking revenge on those who wronged him after he was free. Thus, his personality was less cheery than his comics self because what he went through was pretty traumatic. He had a human form and a tar form instead of being a perpetual tar monster.

Double Down: His powers were mostly the same (though tattoo-based), but he was more of a gang enforcer in the Flarrowverse. And there was no cursed deck of cards in his backstory, alas.

Cicada: Totally different. In the CW, the first Cicada was a guy who blamed metahumans for his family's misfortunes and went on a killing spree, and then he was killed and replaced by an insane future version of his metahuman niece who picked up his war and murdered metas.

Murmur: There was a man and a woman who went by that name in the Flarrowverse. Neither spoke English (they both had their mouths sewn shut) so we don't know a ton about them, but they were surprisingly true to the original comics version. The woman used ASL, which gave us more insight into her personality and she was rather witty. I liked her friendship with Owen.

Chillblaine: Not exactly a Rogue, but the Flarrowverse version had a lot more development than his comics counterparts. He was a lot smarter (a former scientist) and liked to walk around shirtless, and he had a redemption arc but then went bad again and then redeemed himself once more. He was in a relationship with Killer Frost when she was killed, which devastated him.

[megamindsecretlair]

Be My Little Darling - Chapter 7

Chapter 6 Chapter 8

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Angst. Torture, toxic Loki, use of magic, and mentions of survivor's guilt.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. When a shipment goes missing, Loki has to question the kitchen staff and get to the bottom of who's hurting the club.

Word Count: 2,607k

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Loki could still taste Darling in his mouth and it was driving him insane. He could hardly concentrate as he walked past all of his kitchen staff. He did have the patience of a god but he wondered just what Darling was holding on to. 

If it were a matter of logic, he could present you with the facts of your attraction. As soon as you came to work for him, you drew an aura around you that captivated him. Not many people or things did. You had an easy working relationship and it was offset by your chemistry. He had backups for his arguments for why you would make a formidable pair. 

If it were a matter of emotion, he had all manners of ways to appeal to your baser instincts. You always came undone when he touched you. It seemed like you were nearly close every time. He’d take you to the precipice and something called you back. Away from him. 

He wasn’t too proud to admit that he was jealous of it. Of that secret part of you that you held so near and dear in your heart. He wanted the inside of your heart. He wanted your everything. 

The kitchen staff before him trembled and watched him with a wary eye. You hovered in the background. Pride swelled in his chest whenever he’d see you flinch and hiss from him smacking your ass. His hand twitched with the urge to do it again. But alas, more pressing matters were afoot.

“We have a saboteur,” Loki announced. No one twitched. It either wasn’t one of them or they were damn good at lying. He doubted they were that good at lying. Loki stalked back and forth like a caged tiger.

He was sick of the puzzles and games. The mishaps around his club. An attack on his club was an attack on him. He could handle it, but he didn’t want his people harmed or his money interrupted. Whoever the person was…Loki clenched his fists. Perhaps Darling wasn’t the only one wound tight. 

“The past few weeks, there have been accidents and screw ups. Kitchen fires, missing shipments. The other day, our own Angel was hurt on stage in front of witnesses. Our saboteur must be an embittered employee. Perhaps former. I should like to think I’m a fair boss,” he said.

The staff gave each other a look before bobbing their heads up and down. Some were tall, some were short. Some wore white chefs uniforms with aprons and stained kitchen towels thrown over their shoulders. Some had their sleeves rolled up, arms crossed in front of them. A few were shaking. Not from fear of guilt, it didn’t look like. 

“I’ve vetted them myself, Loki. They wouldn’t mess with the club. It’s like home to us,” you said.

“Stay out of this,” Loki demanded. He didn’t need you clouding his judgment in the moment. He needed his wits about him. 

“You. Where were you earlier?” Loki pointed to a man on the end, with short graying hair. The man startled before clearing his throat. “Prep, sir,” he said. 

“And did you see Darling this morning? Sign for the delivery?” Loki asked. 

“No, sir,” he said.

“Who did?” Loki asked. Hands tentatively wavered to the air. Loki questioned them all. They all saw you pop in and say hello. You went to the bay to sign for the shipment, you spoke with Justin, and then left. Justin delayed going outside but when he did, the shipment was gone. Poof. Vanished. 

Loki sighed as he looked at the sorry lot. His patience was precariously thin. He singled Justin out and made him stand forward, away from the others. “Tell me what happened.”

Justin wrung his hands, sweating profusely. Loki didn’t detect magic on the man. But if the saboteur flitted throughout the club undetected, it stood to reason that they’d hide in plain sight as well. Loki didn’t recognize the man from before. He was Asgardian, but was he magical? 

In starts and stops, Justin recounted what happened exactly as the others put it. Stockroom first, bar second. Loki watched Justin as he spoke. Loki huffed a laugh and looked at Justin.

“Do you take me for a fool?” Loki asked before his power unfurled and the kitchen staff behind Justin screamed out in pain. Justin whipped around as the staff were in various states of sinking to the floor. 

“No!” You rushed forward. Loki held out a hand to keep you in place while he cast illusions over the staff. Their worst nightmares were brought to life. Except for Justin. He watched in horror as they writhed.

“Do you not think I can tell when someone is lying to my face?” Loki spoke calmly, jovially as he stepped closer to Justin. He grinned at the man but it was more like a baring of teeth. 

“I swear–”

“Do not swear unless you mean it, wholeheartedly. Their suffering is on your hands,” Loki said. His voice dropped, nearly a seductive whisper. 

“Stop it!” You cried out. Loki ignored you. “If you’re going to punish anyone, punish me!” 

“Admirable, Darling. But not what I’m after.” Loki kept his eyes on Justin. “I will have the truth.” 

The kitchen staff were still screaming. They were on the floor now. Some had merely sat, staring off into space. Shock got them by now. Others were fighting it, wiggling on the ground like listless worms. Justin shook from head to foot. 

“I was in the stockroom!” Justin yelled out. “Oh gods, stop!” 

“You must think so little of your fellow coworkers,” Loki mocked with fake sympathy. 

“Loki, you bastard! Let them go,” you yelled. You pushed against his hold on you. You were a powerful sorceress in your own right, to be able to fight him off. He half wondered why you didn’t use your powers more. 

Loki ignored you. His focus was on Justin, on the way the man dripped with sweat. Whatever he was lying about, Loki would hear the truth. 

Justin sighed. “Stop it! Stop it! I was in the stock room. With…Carter,” Justin said. He hung his head with a sigh of defeat escaping him. 

“Ah,” Loki said. Asgardians didn’t care about that but this Carter person must’ve. Loki released everyone, including you, and they panted on the ground. Their screams died away. Justin looked toward who Loki assumed was Carter but the man turned away from him. 

You rounded on Loki, your earlier pain forgotten, and you pushed Loki. He was immovable. He arched a brow at you and smirked. 

“You had no right!” You yelled. “You don’t punish employees like that! Ever!” 

“I have every right!” Loki’s voice boomed and echoed in the tiled expanse of the kitchen. “I own this space, this club, the floor we walk on, and those in my employ. It’s mine!” He advanced on you, getting into your face. Not as a lover this time, but as a true god. The Prince of Asgard. The Heir of Jotunheim. No one stood in his path. No one.

“You will be left with nothing if you continue to push people around like pieces on a chess board!” You pushed him again. And again. Each time, Loki didn’t move because he didn’t want to move. He chuckled at your feeble attempts.

You slapped him. The bright sting of pain made him smile harder. “Bit harder next time, Darling,” he said.

You did slap him harder. He grabbed you by the throat and pulled you in closer. “You’re better than this, Loki,” you managed to squeeze out. 

Loki chuckled and leaned in close. His lips brushed yours. “Do not attempt to tame me,” Loki whispered. He stared into your eyes. He couldn’t decipher the emotions there but he knew desire when he saw it. 

Still, you fought him. Fought the side of you that needed release. It was beginning to irritate him. He was a god brought low by the part you refused to share. He wanted it. Like a spoiled child reaching for the last slice of cake when no one else had any. 

You were mad at him. So be it. Perhaps you’d finally let go of the control you so desperately clung to. He wanted you to yell, to scream, to punch things. You kept such a tight leash on your emotions. He wanted to pick at the threads keeping your seams together and unravel it until he got your core. 

He wanted the universe inside of you. Every star, every nebula, and every wayward black hole. He wanted your ugly, your beautiful, and your very essence. He wanted and wanted.

You pushed him away. Denied him once again. Loki moved back. 

“We will find the saboteur another way. Not like this,” you said. Your teeth were clenched and you were no longer looking at him. He stared at you until your eyes met his.

“Pray, tell me how then?” 

You didn’t have the slightest fucking clue. You weren’t a fucking detective. But it couldn’t be like this. If he tortured everyone in the club, there would be no one left who wanted to work here. This went beyond a mere occupational hazard. Despite his little tantrum, he did not have the right to treat desperate and hard working people like this. 

These people lost absolutely everything. Their home, their families, their jobs. They were in a foreign land with foreign people and customs. All they had was the club and Loki was too stupid to realize it. Or to care. 

You knew he was cruel. This wasn’t even the first time you’d seen him unleash his powers on someone. It should’ve sickened you. But nothing he did ever turned your stomach. You understood him. Sometimes, emotions were too big and too wild to contain inside. The big ones like lust, rage, euphoria were too much for one body to contain. As much as Loki wanted to project an aura of control and carefree mischief, he was still a man reaching for what everyone else was reaching for: to be understood.

“It must be together,” you said, throwing his earlier words back at him. His eyebrows raised a fraction before smirking. 

“Very well,” he said. 

You sighed. You felt like you had just defused a bomb. You turned to the kitchen staff. “Fan out. Someone saw something and there’s only so many places to hide our ale,” you said.

The staff gave Loki a wide berth as they muttered amongst themselves. You’d have to talk to them individually. Especially Justin and Carter. You had suspected but…

Justin crossed towards Carter. A human with honey-golden skin and dark hair and features. He recoiled from Justin’s touch and wiped at his eyes. You hated that Loki made Justin confess in front of everyone. Who cared if he was in the stockroom? The place was probably crawling with…unpleasant things from all the employees. It was one of the only rooms you could lock. There were no perishables inside so…

You turned to Loki who watched you, cold and calculating as always. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. It would be easier if that were the case. He was the one that always riled you up and yet you were the one that always wanted to soothe him. 

You stepped closer to him. “That can’t happen again,” you said.

“You’re giving me orders?” He asked and smirked. He looked you up and down and you hated that your body reacted instantly.

“Not everything is a damn sexual innuendo. That was too far,” you said.

“Not far enough in my view. Someone is messing with my club. The list of my enemies is not short. The list of my magical enemies is even longer. We are leagues away from a lot of them but it’s not difficult to surmise this is where I am after the destruction Thanos wrought. My enemies could have been snapped or remain in their own realms but someone hates me enough to make the trek here. Instead of facing me they’re…” 

“Intentionally driving you mad?” 

Loki’s lips parted but he nodded. “As a form of…” 

“Punishment? Revenge?” 

“Both. Either.” His nostrils flared as he thought about it. “I’ve made a career of caring for nothing and no one, Darling. I got my own mother killed by being petty when I was confined. But this…this I care about. And the saboteur knows it.” 

You slipped your hand in his. He was as surprised as you were. You forced yourself to hold his hand and look into his captivating eyes. “They’re not trying to harm the place. Their tricks have been, well, petty as well. Hiding shipments, bewitching customers, sending Angel through the stage. They could’ve burned this place to the ground ten times over. They’re not going to take this from us.” Yes, you included yourself in that, don’t make a thing of it.

Loki smiled at you. An expected boyish smile that made his eyes crinkle and made you smile in return. You liked seeing that smile. And pleasure ran through you knowing that you put it there on his face. 

“Uh, the shipment is in the bay.” You looked away from Loki to see one of the dishwashers, Harry, pointing outside. You glanced at Loki who frowned.

You followed him back out into the shipping bay. Sure enough, there was the shipment. Relief passed through the kitchen staff like a tangible thing. They kept their celebrations quiet as they eyed Loki’s reaction.

Together, you walked to the shipment. There was a giant red bow on it like it was a present. You were sure that if you checked the cameras, it would have just appeared. But who? Why? What did the saboteur gain from this? To embarrass Loki?

A dark thought raced through your mind. This would be quite embarrassing. Loki never usually lost his cool or let anyone see past the facade of a devilish club owner. These mistakes and mishaps were undermining Loki’s authority. 

Fear gripped you as Loki approached the shipment. Like any good present, it came with a card. The card was long instead of wide. It was a deep, emerald green and shimmered as he flipped it back and forth. 

You approached and read it over his shoulder. All it said was “remember”. Whatever the fuck that meant. You looked at his face. He scowled at the card as if it were to blame for everything that had been going on here. He flipped it between his delicate fingers. 

“It smells faintly of magic. But I can’t place it,” he said quietly. 

You turned to the staff and discreetly waved them away. They wasted no time getting back inside and getting back to work. Once you were alone, you put your hand on his arm and turned him towards you.

“It stands to reason that whoever this is, is constantly watching and listening in. Leaving this card, they must think they’re winning,” you said.

There was no way to hide what you had puzzled out earlier, so you just told him. He showed no emotion as you told him your theory but his jaw flexed as he thought it over. 

“They want me to react, to split my attention. They will sneak in when I least expect it and strike while I’m distracted.” he said.

“Yes,” you said. 

He smiled and nodded, looking out to the setting sun. He smirked at you. Devil indeed. He held out his arm and you took it. 

“Well, then. Let’s give them a show.” 

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[ironboobs]

Trying to find all the easter eggs from 7x09... Did I miss any?

Natasha reaching for her phone worrying it's about work instead of enjoying sexy time with Sullivan => Maya did the same when she went on vacation with Carina (3x11)

Andy voiceover => First two seasons!

Maya's outfit in the kitchen => the same she wore the day she met her future wife at Joe's bar (3x05)

"Hey, I love you" in the kitchen before leaving to work => Same moment in the old apartment (4x04)

"Jack are you sitting at home monitoring the wildfire?" => Her father too was unable to stop firefighting after he had to retire

"Why aren't we dancing for joy?" => Houseboat dancing, Andy was the only one who didn't want to dance (3x16)

"I'd like to tell Travis first" => (maybe farfetched) Ross asking Andy and Maya not to tell Sullivan about their relation being leaked. (6x16)

Talking about a potential future on the station's rooftop => Travic were the only duo who hadn't done that yet, so many moments and discussions happened at this spot.

"Oh crap" => Signature quote from Montgomery, he says it all the time : hockey rink, snowstorm

Wildfire => Season 2 finale

Yellow fire engine is back and lined up neatly with the other ones! => It's the one S19 temporary had when their engine was totalled (5x02)

"You know I don't like the woods" / Glamping site => The couple who gets attacked by a bear : the lady is not happy that her husband brought her to a glam-camping trip instead of a hotel (3x05)

"Chief, you feel confident in that plan?" => Andy vs Jack when she does't want to open more ventilation in the roof but he does and they wait (1x03)

Theo being bothered having to sit around to attend some rich dude's ugly building instead of fighting the wildfire => Sullivan when he enrolled a private company, as he heard Andy calling her team (4x01)

"My mom smoke when she was pregnant with me", "Yeah, exactly" => Sounds like Jack and Maya's smack talk in season one

"Didn't work for us, that doesn't mean it won't work for you and Carina" => Andy tells Maya her marrying super fast didn't work for her and Sullivan, but that her situation with Carina is different (4x14)

"I don't think we're there yet" => Again, callback to Jack and Andy battling for Captain waiting too long for that ventilation (1x03)

"Are you doing a quick and dirty courthouse wedding" => Andy and Sully married in a quick and dirty courthouse wedding (3x12)

"We're happy for her, right?" => In the pilot, when they're in the rig, Maya learns that Jack proposed and says "Oh we are not happy" (1x01)

"Everyone's leaving home" => Andy feels like her father felt when she moved out? (2x02)

"We were raised in this station by your dad" => Pruitt told Maya he handpicked the entire team because he knew they'd fit as a family (4x01)

"Have each other's backs" => Herreras' tag line circa season one

"You can't leave, Vic" => Vic asking Dean not to leave on their way to fight a fire (5x05)

Vic referring to Travis as her person => Grey and Yang coded, he also said that to her two episodes prior when she had her meltdown (7x06)

Probies flirting with each other => Gibson and Herrera (1x01)

Bishop and Herrera looking at the fire => wildfire episode throwback (Season 2 finale)

Whistle lady => Molly had a whistle in the skyscraper fire (Season 1 finale)

Hiker fell down the hill => When Andy and Maya rappelled down to rescue a hiker who had fallen (2x06)

Sullivan connects to the victim because they're both marine vets => Sullivan helps with a hostage situation, bonding over being a veteran (3x09)

Vic and Travis fighting while cleaning branches => Same way they were fighting when Travis discovered she was with Theo (4x09)

"We cannot wait for the aid car" => Maya's demotion (4x16)

"We're gonna have to carry him, the medical tent is about a mile away" => Emmet tells Travis they can carry Vic to the Aid Car that's a mile away (5x05)

"Have fun getting fired" => again callback to when Sullivan chose to go help with the fire instead of staying put (4x01)

"Dibs on the puppy" => Shoutout to Dean in the series pilot (1x01)

Ben jumping into Doctor mode, saying "This can't wait" => During the california wildfire Ben had to cut the man's hand for him to survive (Season 2 finale)

"That Richards guy reminds me of Gibson" => Self explanatory, Season 1

"Being in the field is a different game. I bet you won't do it wrong again" => Travis said something similar to Ben as he almost killed Pruitt wanting to do a medical procedure on the Aid Car (1x01)

"Swollen ankles, pickles, chocolate ice cream" => JJ hated her pregnant state and had ice cream cravings (3x06)

"That is how childbirth works, my friend" => Maya and Carina face timing during the snowstorm episode "Babies don't fly out they slowly slide out" (3x06)

"Monogamy is for the weak, or the very very dedicated" => front porch drinking session between Maya, Andy and Vic (1x02)

Getting retired firefighters to help out => Pruitt and friends would be proud

"She told Theo before me?" => Travis already said that before

Rambling " and - Oh my god she was right" => another signature quote from Travis

"We're 19. Family forever." => Tagline of the show, had to be mentioned

"New Guy" => Ben was called that when started as a probie

"Thanks, Hughie" => Dean was the one who called Vic that <3

Mentions of Lasagna, "Ti amo, Bella" => Marina core

Top of the truck => Same as after Lucas Ripley died

"Come with me" => Dean offered Vic to come with him to Oakland

"You don't have to know right now" => Vic's proposal to Ripley

"Dad!" => Ben's nickname at the Station

"Wet stuff on the red stuff" => Dean, season one, Travis, season four

"Use my name, I know a guy" => Isn't that what Vic says to Theo when he goes to order Pierogies ?

"Boy Scout" => Kate called Theo that (7x04)

Theo jumps to save Travis => He couldn't do it for Michael

"We roll him on my count 3,2,1" => Reverse situation when they all rolled Hughes in season 5 in The things we lost in the fire

"We're not talking like you're dying because you're not dying" => I feel like I've heard that from Vic before, but can't pinpoint the episode

Camera moving around Carina and Maya => Carina's proposal scene (4x14), yet another moment that's supposed to be happy but comes with some devastating news, like the proposal/visa, the wedding/demotion etc.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Ellen Ioanes at Vox:

Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi died Sunday in a helicopter crash, a shocking turn of events that immediately raised questions about the Islamic Republic’s future.  In the short term, Raisi’s passing is unlikely to alter the direction of Iran’s politics. But it does remove one possible successor to 85-year-old Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei.

In the long term, Raisi’s unexpected death may prove more consequential. The question of Khamenei’s succession is increasingly urgent because of his advanced age. Though Iran’s president can be influential in setting policy, the Supreme Leader is the real seat of power, controlling the judiciary, foreign policy, and elections. Raisi and Foreign Minister Hossein Amirabdollahian’s helicopter made a hard landing sometime on Sunday in Iran’s mountainous northwest, where weather conditions made travel difficult and dangerous. Iranian state media announced the deaths of the two politicians and six others onboard, including three crew members, on Monday after rescue teams finally reached the crash site. The deaths of both Raisi and Amirabdollahian come at a time of internal and external challenges for the Iranian regime. A harsh crackdown after the widespread protests of 2022 and significant economic problems domestically have eroded the regime’s credibility with the Iranian people. Internationally, Iran is embroiled in a bitter regional conflict with Israel as well as a protracted fight with the US over its nuclear program.

In the near term, the first vice president, Mohammad Mokhber, will be the acting president as the country prepares to hold elections within the next 50 days as dictated by its constitution. (The Iranian government includes vice presidencies overseeing different government agencies, similar to US Cabinet-level secretaries; the first vice president is roughly equivalent to the US vice president.) Raisi was considered a potential successor to Khamenei, having already been vetted by the ruling clerics during his 2021 presidential run and having been committed to the regime’s conservative policies. With his death, amid one of the regime’s most challenging periods, Iran’s long-term future is a little less certain.

Within Iran, succession is the biggest question 

A hardline conservative cleric, Raisi always wore a black turban symbolizing his descent from the prophet Muhammad. His close relationship with the powerful Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC) fueled speculation that he could succeed Khamenei. The paramilitary force exerts significant sway over internal politics and also wields influence throughout the broader region through aligned groups and proxy forces in Iraq and Syria, as well as Hezbollah in Lebanon, the Houthis in Yemen, and Hamas in Gaza.  Raisi was initially elected in 2021 with 62 percent of the vote, though turnout was only 49 percent — the lowest ever in the history of the Islamic Republic, evidence of the crisis of legitimacy in which the government increasingly finds itself. “People don’t want to legitimate the government by participating in what they consider either fraudulent or just non-representative political outcomes,” Firoozeh Kashani-Sabet, Walter H. Annenberg professor of history at the University of Pennsylvania, told Vox. 

Throughout his judicial career, Raisi is alleged to be responsible for or implicated in some of the government’s most brutal repression and human rights abuses since the 1979 revolution, including serving on the so-called Death Committee, which was tasked with carrying out thousands of extrajudicial executions of political prisoners in the 1980s. During and after the Iran-Iraq war, there were a number of groups opposed to the regime, as well as supporters of the Iraqi position and even an attempt to attack Iran from Iraq. In order to preserve the Islamic Republic’s legitimacy, Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini ordered a sweeping purge of the opposition; many of the dissidents who were arrested were chosen for execution arbitrarily.

Following the disputed 2009 election — which birthed the Green Movement, the most significant threat to the regime in decades — Raisi, then a high-level member of the judiciary, called for the punishment and even execution of people involved in the movement. And as president, he helped oversee the violent backlash to the Woman, Life, Freedom movement that erupted following the death in police custody of Mahsa Amini, a 22-year-old Kurdish woman arrested by the morality police for allegedly wearing her hijab improperly. Raisi’s unpopularity due to his repressive past and worsening living standards for ordinary Iranians had helped further erode the government’s legitimacy, which may affect the upcoming presidential contest.

With the death of Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi via a plane crash, it could have long-term effects, as Ayatollah Ali Khameini could be nearing the doorstep of death and succession plans to succeed him have been thrown into chaos.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

Hi dear 👑! I love your writing, would you mind write a meet cute age gap fic with our beloved Frankie?! I love him so much!!

AHHHHH!!!! I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS:)

FRANKIE IS MY HUSBAND!

basing this off of a relationship i had with a military man.

warnings: age gap (legal, unspecified), fluff, meet cute

Dating culture in today's age is terrible because no one wants to date. They just want to hook up and then that's the end of the road. You find yourself on dating apps swiping endlessly, you changed the distance and even the age. Frankie was finding himself doing the same thing, he was single and felt like it was time to get back out there. It was more pressure from his buddies than how he felt. 

'Frankie,' 

You went through his profile, he was much older than you, and saw just pictures of him and his friends. They were a good-looking group of men, he seemed to be the introvert of the group just by the way he posed in the group pictures. You studied his face, the patchy beard, his dark brown eyes, and how in almost every picture he wore the same hat 'STANDARD HEATING OIL'. You found it endearing that he had a favorite hat. 

'US Army Vet'

A veteran, it's what sealed the deal for you. You swiped right and moved on to the next people. No one caught your attention the way Frankie did. 

When Frankie stumbled upon your profile, he felt his heart try to leap out of his chest. You looked so lively and always had a smile painted on your face in each picture, you were beautiful and made his heart stop.

You had all your social media linked to your profile. You were younger than him it was what he noticed after going through the profile for 5th time. He swipes right, thinking you would never match with him. But the screen flashed 'MATCH'. 

He became giddy and felt a surge of confidence run through his body. His fingertips typed out a message without him realizing what he was doing or saying. 

'you're so beautiful, I would love to get to know you,'

He felt stupid for sending it. He thought that his message would just get lost in the many messages you get from other men. You looked at his message and saw how different it was from what you'd been hearing from others. You looked at his profile again and saw that it was the older guy who was a veteran. 

'you're bold for wanting to talk to me,'

Your answer reeled him in, why wouldn't he want to talk to a beautiful woman who supposedly has some interest in him? 

'i wouldn't say bold but eager to go on a date with a pretty lady,'

You could feel the butterflies fly around in your stomach, you haven't had this feeling in a long time. A date is what got you feeling dizzy in the head, the nervousness, the getting to see the handsome man in front of you. 

After a week of talking to Frankie every day, you have decided to go on a date just to test the waters between the two of you. Frankie was a wreck because this is the first date he's been on in a long time since he got divorced. "Fish, it's a just date," Benny laughed at him while Frankie fixed his hair underneath his cap. 

The permanent frown on his face was more prominent due to the stress he was feeling. "What does she look like anyway?" Benny asked, Frankie sighed and didn't want to share you with the world just yet. He liked that he had something to himself. "I'll show you her if we get through this date," Frankie promised,

He liked you, a lot. He liked how you always had something to say, how you talked about your day like it was a mission that you completed, and how you asked about his time in the military made him think that you had a thing for men in uniform.

His assumption was right. He liked the way you thought. You weren't self-absorbed like some women. You always turned the conversation around to him, asking how he is, and what did he do that day, and asking questions about him.

You entered the coffee shop with your legs feeling like they were going to give out. Your whole body was shaking because this was the first date you've been on, like an actual date. No plans for sex afterward. 

It made you feel human, not like an object for later. Time started to pass a little too fast and you saw that Frankie was supposed to meet you 45 minutes ago, your tummy started flipping inside. 'Maybe he was too good to be true' 'Maybe he thought you were too young for him' your thoughts started eating at the last bit of self-esteem you had left in you. 

You had enough of waiting and headed for the door, you had your head down while you walked out. You didn't notice that you were about to walk into someone.

You bumped into them and were about to fall on your ass when a strong arm caught you, "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going-" You looked up to see the man you were supposed to be meeting, Frankie was holding you against his body. A smile was crawling on his face, you looked like a deer in headlights. "I'm sorry for being late, I usually am never late," Frankie said as he helped you stand up on your own. 

He was in a red t-shirt and khaki cargo pants with his signature hat. His fluffy hair poked out at the bottom of the hat. His scent of laundry and sandalwood overtook your senses.

You felt your face heat up from what could be embarrassment or how beautiful his brown eyes looked at you. "I thought you changed your mind about me," You said as you looked at the ground, his fingertips tilted your head up so he could look at your face again. 

"I never go back on my word," He chuckled, lines formed around the end of his eyes, it was charming. He took in the way your eyes were big and sparkled, the way your hair fell around your face, how your skin felt on his fingertips. "Now, can I buy you a coffee to make up for being late?" Frankie asks, you nodded your head while his hand was still on the small of your back. 

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

VxK Week Day 3: Stone

@senshixshitennouweeks I'm happy to say I think this is the VxK Week entry I'm most proud of

Mall Culture was a tricky business. Before the great thaw, online shopping and monopolization had majorly cut into what had formerly been major hang out spots for young people looking to connect with other people and burn through some extra spending money.

But, due to some handy laws passed by Neo-Queen Serenity (who herself had some fond memories of outlet shopping and food courts), the Crystal Tokyo Mall boasted an extensive array of businesses, catering to numerous tastes, including reasonably priced jewelry. There were even rumors that the stores were sometimes frequented by disguised members of the royal family. Although these were only rumors. Especially since the King of Crystal Tokyo would never be caught in a pea green hoodie with one of his trusted guard looking over rings in a quaint jewelry store.

"What about this one?"

"Too small."

"And this?"

"It wouldn't match the ring."

"And this?"

"That looks just like the one you gave Usagi."

Mamoru huffed and turned to glare at Karim, though he felt his intent might be undercut by the fact that he wore his daughter on a baby harness strapped to his chest.

“We’ve been here for five hours, Karim,” he said, “I didn’t take this long picking out my engagement ring!”

“I’m sorry,” Karim said, turning back to peruse the display case, “but it has to be perfect.”

“This again?”

The two were joined by Karim’s sister, Basma, who pushed a bolt of fabric in a shopping cart in front of her.

“How was the shopping?” Mamoru asked.

“Pretty good,” Basma replied, holding up the fabric (somewhat awkwardly due to its size and weight).

“Tangerine silk. Perfect for Minako. Setsuna is still looking for some gold ribbons, but we should have the bridesmaid dresses done by next week.”

“Not a moment too soon,” Mamoru said, sighing in relief. This had been much more stressful than being a high school superhero.

The idea had been Usagi’s. To surprise the ultimate matchmaker and romantic, Sailor Venus, with a ready-made wedding the moment her beau, the ever steadfast and stoic Kunzite (though he went by Karim in his civilian persona), proposed to her. While he had his reservations, Mamoru could admit that so far things had gone smoothly. Makoto on catering, Zoisite and Michiru had already composed an original waltz for the reception (a wonder, considering their different styles of composition and tastes), Rei and Usagi were working to keep Minako distracted and Ami was coordinating the whole thing, while Jadeite was vetting the guest list.

But between the extreme personalities of some of the individuals involved and the inability to ask Minako what exactly she would like for her own wedding, people were getting testy. He’d already had to break up a bridezilla moment between Nephrite and Haruka over the bride and groom’s wedding carriage. And then there was getting everyone’s families together for the date.

Whoever said it was good to be the king must have just been a comedian.

Speaking of comedy…

“By the way, what do you mean again?” Mamoru asked, raising an eyebrow.

Basma snickered into her fist while Karim groaned.

“You should have seen this guy when he first started as Minako’s photographer,” she said, before lowering her voice to imitate her brother, “nothing’s good enough for her! No digital touch up! I used to be evil!”

“I do not sound like that,” Karim said, folding his arms across his chest.

“Dat!” Chibiusa cried, and she seemed to point towards Karim.

Karim heaved a sigh and turned returned to gem hunting.

“Maybe you should pick a gem that reminds you of her,” Basma said. She joined her brother in looking over the display case before pointing at a gem that held dozens of flecks of colors.

“Like that one!” she said.

Karim shook his head.

“Those are bad luck.”

“Since when are you superstitious?”

Karim turned to look at his prince and his sister.

“I already failed once with Minako, I don’t want to ruin it again. Not with this.”

“I understand the sentiment,” Mamoru said, allowing Chibiusa to grip his finger, “but you might be overthinking this. Minako loves you. In fact, she loves everyone with her whole heart. And I think that she would love—”

“There!”

Karim’s finger pressed against the display case. There, in the center of the case, rested an orange sapphire cut into the shape of a heart. Around it the gem, tiny diamonds winked in the lights of the case.

“That’s the one! That’s for her!”

The tension that had been building in Mamoru’s shoulders loosened and he waved over the clerk.

“We’ll take that one,” he said, “money is no object.

“Best week ever!”

Minako fell backwards onto her bed with three shopping bags on either arm, and laughed, a sound that warmed Karim’s heart.

“Have a fun day?” he asked from his place at his desk.

“Did I? We went to the film festival they were hosting in Shibuya, and then…”

For maybe five minutes, Karim just watched as Minako droned on and on about her past few days, about concerts and movies and how much fun she was having this week. How bright she could be, how much energy she could fit into a room.

If he was going to ask her to share the rest of her life with him, Karim thought, now was the best time.

“Minako,” he said, rising, “I think there’s something we need to talk about…”

Minako held up a finger, signaling him to stop.

“Just a second,” she said.

Minako reached into one of the bags and dug through it’s contents, swearing at least once before she retrieved what she seemed to be looking for.

A small, square box lined with felt.

Karim’s eyes widened.

Could it be.

“Look, I know it’s not a leap year. But we’ve been living together for like… well, I can’t remember how long. But you’re probably one of the best things that ever happened to me and I know how much of a wondering eye I had when I was in middle school, but… you know what, just screw it!”

Minako opened the box and held it out to Karim. Nestled inside was a ring. Simple and elegant, made of white gold and bearing a pale pink gem.

Kunzite.

“Will you marry me?”

The warmth in Karim’s chest spread up to his face, manifesting in a smile. Reaching into his pocket, he removed his own box, shaped like a heart and held it out to Minako.

“Will this do as an answer?” he asked.

[mr-bunny1374ck]

SISSYBELLA CUMSLUT

Let me tell you a weird story.....

My breath leaves my body. I suck it back in before quickly exhaling it out again. My strap-on does the same to his ass. He cries and bellows for me to continue. To not stop. I tightened my hand around his leash. His voice chokes out for a second and it reminds him to not address me. He isn't worthy. When I am satisfied I let him frail body drop. He is a mess. White stains all over his sheets. As I pack my toys my phone vibrates. The rest of my payment. He sits on the bed with a towel around him. He thanks me. I leave. This is what I do. It's not a lifestyle for everyone but believe it or not I bring much joy to men everywhere I go. I got home an hour later. Washing and sterilizing my toys for future use. After they were safely repacked I was ready for bed. I woke up to a series of vibrations and melodic sounds. With my alarm blaring in my ear I rolled over to turn it off. As much as I wanted to hit snooze I couldn't. I was meeting a new potential client today. I meet my new clients in a public place. Somewhere with a lot of people, security and cameras. The mall is one of my favorite choices. I wore a black pants suit. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized my ensemble said one thing about me. I'm a Boss. Good I thought to myself while getting in my car and heading to the mall. I took the escalator down looking the food court over. There was one man sitting by himself near the Piggy Burger. He wasn't my usual suspect. He wasn't disheveled. He actually was dressed quite nicely. He sat there drinking a drink from the fast food chain. This was in my instructions. This was to help me scope them out in the crowd easier. The last test to make sure this man was who he says he was wearing had a code. I walked up to him and said "is this seat taken?" To which he replied "By you, yes it is." He had a kind face. I sat with him. After the vetting process was done I felt different. I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. He was perfect but not too perfect. I almost couldn't hold my excitement when I asked him when he would like to schedule a meet up? We set the date and until then I did my normal routines. Met with my scheduled clients etcetera....

The day was finally here. I drove to the motel we chose. Meeting him in the parking lot we got the key together. This way there's a witness to us both being there. No matter how enthralled I was by this new client that is no excuse to exempt safety protocols. We got inside the room and I sat my suitcase down on the bed to prepare. I tapped the bed ushering him to sit next to me. He did. I checked my various lipsticks. Eyeing his face as I searched. Grabbing a slutty red I said "Here, this is more you." Taking him by his hair. I apply the lipstick to his lips. "Yes, now those are some cock sucking lips." Reaching into my suitcase I pull out my six incher. Rubbing it on his face and mouth to test his eagerness. He didn't fall for it. He waited until I gave him permission like a good boy. He took everything I sent his way. I decided to reward him. I sat behind him. Reaching over him I tugged his little meat stick. He thanked me. He thanked me profusely. The tension and rhythm was too much for him. He screamed and creamed all over my hand. "Dirty boy!" I yelled. Rubbing his juices over his own face I stuck my finger into his mouth. "Yes! Clean my hand you Sissybella Cumslut!" I said into his ear. He sucked himself off my fingers expertly. My finger grazed he tooth. First one and then another. His mouth was closing over my finger. I went to slip it out before he could nibble but his jaw clamped shut. My initial shock was so strong it distracted from the pain but soon enough the pain caught up. My mouth opened but I couldn't hear my scream. Was I screaming? I pulled away from him and watched the last strands of meat that held my finger snap between his teeth. Reaching into my bag I grabbed my mace. Spraying him in the face. He was blinded for a moment. He wasn't screaming through. He was laughing. Something about that inspired me with rage. I tackled him forcing the mace canister down his throat like I did that cock no more than an hour ago. While he was choking on it I did the first thing that came to mind. My self defense class I took on Thursdays. I punched him in the neck. So hard the canister must have burst. The solution dribbled from his mouth as he held his neck. He fell to the floor. I called the police and they came within the hour. Explaining everything and showing them our transactions they painted the picture for themselves. Here's the weird part. The man's real name was Connor Lup but according to the police Connor Lup died three years ago from poisoning. Weird right? The dead look he gave me still remains burned into my memory. He was like a zombie. Speaking of zombies I have been hungry lately. And no matter how much I consume. I'm still hungry....weird...

[bishiglomper]

Omg that was a fuckin long day

JFC 🤣

The Pride fest our LGBTQ group put together. So many drag shows! All day! In the heat!

We had drag kings and queens and apparently they were all titled. I believe our main guest won Iowa's best queen or something. Hearing issues. Y'know. 🫠

Most of them were so talented. Like 2 other were just poppin off, it was impressive. I think one of our local young queens out-queened the main queen to be honest. 💅

I really like the host king. He was fun. And cute. 👀

Also tonight he wore a red button up shirt with a black tie and a black leather chest harness. So guess who it reminded me of. 🤭

Some of the performers were beautifully extra, sitting in people's laps, giving them a bit of attention for their tips. I've never been to a drag show before. It was fun.

Lmao the big queen went up to my old Dungeon Master, he co-runs the group. He tipped every performer.

Anyway the big queen went up, took his dollar and tipped his head into her crotch to the music. It was amazing. 🤣

The only other eventful thing that happened was, uh, mom got bit by a dog.

She was at the corner of the main crowd just walking down the sidewalk to get a little distance so she could smoke.

This jack russell lunged and bit her leg. The people it was with seemed totally unbothered.

We didn't know where to go for first aid but the creator of the event found us and cleaned her up and made out all these reports. They tried to get the dog owner's information and then tell them to take the dog home. They said when they went up to get photos the dog was trying to snap at them.

If your dog is not safe around strangers, DO NOT TAKE THEM IN PUBLIC SPACES!!!

But anyway. They didn't even get a full name from the family. And when we went to get a copy in case the ER wanted vet information... we got 2 different numbers. Not a last name. We went up asking for a last name ourselves. Couldn't read it. They came back to us before they left and gave us a THIRD number. It's all very fishy.

We haven't been to the ER yet. They said the dog has had all its shots but mom needs antibiotics at least..

So besides that. It was a fun day.

We even went to the after party at the basement bar. Where there were MORE drag shows!

There was a new local guy, he looked familiar, I think I see him at Walmart or something. He was very cute in this yellow leotard with tassels from head to toe. Super bouncy. Like he was on a raised platform in the basement, I thought he was gonna smash his face in the ceiling. 👀 The queens were super pumped which got everyone else pumped it was very lively. It got so hot and humid after that lol

I tried to socialize. A woman sat across from me and we introduced ourselves but I'm so fuckin deaf anytime she said something I had to lean in, cup my ear like an old fuddy duddy like "WHAT?" 🙃

[lieutenantselnia]

I feel like davy would wear something like this, in the 18th century they wore nightshirts while women were nightgowns and sometimes with dressing gowns.

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He might, or at least he likely did when he was still a human. From what it looks like he was keeping on the same garments all the time after becoming cursed, likely because the barnacles and other sea life kept overgrowing the buttons, buckles and clasps to a point where it became nearly impossible to open them. For his own comfort I'll imagine that he was able to partly open them up for the sake of bodily necessities*, but he probably couldn't undress himself completely without any help - at least if he wanted to keep his clothes in one piece.

*This is is a different topic and don't want to open this can of worms right now and only try to brush over it very quickly, but I think it's a reasonable question to ask how a person's metabolism is affected by the Dutchman's curse, or if they even still have one. To me they seem more human than for example Barbossa's crew, who of course had cravings, but didn't actually have physical needs. The crewmen on the Dutchmen however are shown sleeping, including Davy. Of course there could be the possibility that they're just trying to stick to a daily rhythm to retain a last bit of humanity, however I think that is the more unlikely option. I feel like Davy wouldn't allow the crew to rest if they didn't actually need it, nor would he sleep himself. That makes it reasonable to think they have other physical needs like eating and drinking, and in consequence relieving themselves again. Some of them are shown holding bottles (though that could also be rum they consume for enjoyment - or frustration which might be the likelier option).

When he and Selena get closer, she would eventually be able to help him with the overgrown buttons and such, so he could sleep more comfortable without his day clothes again (gonna put the rest of this under a cut since I'm shy and it might be a little suggestive >w<).

I'm not entirely sure, but it probably takes until their first time together for Davy to undress in front of Selena - or rather have her undress him. They've slept in a bed together before - Selena insisted he needed a proper place to sleep, he's been sleeping at the organ for decades, he ended up acquiring a bed for her sake - but Davy is a bit uptight about those things, even though he wants it with her so much. It's probably therefore a bit of an awkward situation when they decide to finally take the step, but then Selena first has to carefully cut barnacles and sea growths for a good amount of time until she can actually gently pull off Davy's clothes and get a view on his bare body.

After they've managed to get there once, Davy would feel more at ease with it. He might even start wearing nightshirts again instead of his usual garments, as it would certainly be more comfortable. Still, it might take him a while to get used to it again.

[morgansmornings]

🕯️ From Eliot

This Meme: Accepting @ifyoucatchacriminal

Jayden had met many kinds of people in her line of work.

From overly sensitive to the barely interested. She was keen to watch people as much as the next person. Watching dynamics and pulling at the loose threads to unravel the tangled pattern unfold with people. She wasn't fond of drinking in public, but she did like to step out of her home and work spaces to mingle and celebrate the victories after a day in the vet clinic.

It was no real wonder that Eliot caught her attention o one of her sporadic visits to McRory's. There was a mystery about him. She could tell that just from the way he held himself at one of the dart tables.

It wasn't that he kept moving so there was as few people behind him as possible. It wasn't the keen blue eyes that were dimmed when no one was speaking to him. It wasn't the sharp reflexes that came with standard 9 to 5 jobs most people worked.

No she saw through that. She saw the protective streak when he stepped between the lithe older brunette woman and a group of college kids that were getting a touch rowdy. Saw the sneer aimed at the the older man's back. Saw the affection but distance he put between his interactions with the younger two of their little group.

But she was keenly aware of the hitch to his step, the subconscious or not way he held his lower ribs. The way that he would bare teeth into the glass or bottle he was drinking out of. The building tension in his shoulders the longer the night wore on. Could see the faint off coloured scars that would go unnoticed by most people.

She would keep to herself if ever asked about why she could handle Eliot and his near impenetrable defence of keeping people at by. How it was easier for her to treat him when the man could be a functioning mute. How she could argue against his need to be on constant motion.

It was because she cared about him as a person. She worried that his job was taking far more from him than it ever gave back. That fear she had that one day his body would give out on him and break even under his incredible willpower.

Because of that, she wanted to be the port in storm for him. THe lighthouse that would warn and bring at least some comfort to the weiriness that clouded his mind and forced him to press ever onward.

She could smell the occasional whiff of fresh earth clinging to his button ups. She could taste the difference when he left meals in her fridge when she wasn't home after he'd come to her to get patched up. She knew that he took time away from others to help those in need in the least likely of places.

She trusted Eliot in ways that she could not bring herself to understand. Even as she got to know him in the bits and pieces that he showed her. In the actions that he took when his team wasn't hovering and demanding his time and abilities. Someone that has made a home within the walls of the place she called her own. Embers of the possibility of something more ever crackling in places that she would shy away from just to keep the peace he seemed to find with her.

All of that only endeared himself to her with or without him realising it.

"Who him? He's.... He's my friend and someone I care about."

[healeroflightanddark]

Core's Tale, Chapter 4: Vet

Core really loved Yuya a lot. He was so sweet and kind, and he’d rescued the kitten from two terrible situations, the storm and the weird fur-rubbing that Yoko put him through. Core was quite confident that Yuya could save him again if something else happened.

And something did happen, something that made Core dislike Yoko even more. It happened shortly after Yuya left to go hunting one morning. Core was waddling around the house exploring when Yoko came up to him carrying some kind of box. It looked like the box that his mommy had been taken away in.

Yoko set the box down and picked Core up. Core mewed, trying to wiggle free as Yoko put him in the box and closed the door. Then she picked the box up again and carried it away. Through the door, he saw one of those strange moving things he’d seen carrying other humans from the storm. Yoko put him inside the thing and minutes later it started moving.

Core didn’t know how long he was in the box inside the moving thing, but eventually Yoko took the box out and carried it into some kind of building. Immediately, the kitten felt a sense of dread. This place was evil, he could feel it in his bones! It smelled awful, and he could hear other cats screaming in the distance.

Core was terrified as the door of the box was opened and he was pulled out. He started mewing for Yuya to save him as he felt something prick him. The world started spinning…

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When Core finally came to, he was sore and discombobulated. There was something weird around his neck and head, and he didn’t understand what was going on. Then, he smelled it. The scent of Yuya! His human had come to rescue him from this awful place!

Yuya gently picked Core up and cuddled him comfortingly. Core clinged to his orange fur with his claws, mewing pitifully. Yuya made soft, sweet sounds, helping the poor kitten calm down. Yuya placed Core back in the box, but this time it was different. One of Yuya’s white furs was in the box, the one he always wore on his back. It filled the box with his comforting scent. Core relaxed into the fur as the box’s door was closed, trusting his precious human. He knew Yuya would get him home safely.

*   *   *

“Poor little Core,” Yuya murmured as he let Core out of the carrier back home in the living room. “You must be in a lot of pain. Boy cats have it worse when it comes to being fixed. Here, let me feed you some treat!”

He cut open a tube of squeezable wet cat treat and held it out to Core. The kitten eagerly began licking up the treat, purring happily.

Yoko passed by with a laundry basket, and Core hissed at her. Yoko looked at the kitten in amusement. “Don’t like me much after the vet, huh?” she mused. “Don’t worry, you’ll get over it! I bet you’ll forget all about it in a few days!”

Neither she nor her son realized just how wrong she was.

[pedropenguin28]

Summary reader moved out and starting a new life until her one true love turns up

Warning achol abuse fluffy and soft from frankie

" been back for a few months. I live in my own apartment, me and Todd are not togther anymore " when I found out he was having a affair with one of the neighbours I kicked him out " and just started my job in the vets " it's a busy Friday but it's nearly the weekend " it's been pretty busy from dogs to cats even parrots . I just got my office back to Normal " until my phone ding I look a message of tammy "

" I took my gloves off there was her flashing a diamond rock finally engaged wow I text back congratulations they are back from Spain tommorrow and have already book at engament party at there house " the rest of the day I was thinking want do I wear " until my next client walked in " there cat had a Cold her you go miss Smith I am sure he will be better soon " looking at the time it was 12clock walking to the canteen I mainly kept myself to myself wondering if frankie married know " I mean I had a lucky escape " I bite into my sandwich know I am single i need to wore somthing sexy incase hot single men are there " after lunch I headed back to working away through the clients " i decided to clean up the rest of the afternoon I was free " locking my office up I walked to my car throwing my work bag in the back " what a day I drove into town which was busy because it was a Friday " finally parking I started to walk tlthe dress shop " I looked throwthe dress no no no no " I said maybe grabbing a cream dress " it was beautiful silk flower on the strap and a slit by the leg " I walked to the dressing room " wow I smiled this is nice spinning around " I took it off to pay " next I walked in the salon to get my hair done how things n/y good single oh really yeah he cheated and this frankie you keep talking about oh he just someone in a my pass well I say stay in the pass hum I sat back reading a magazine until my hair done girl you will have men falling at your feet " no chance " thanks I walked back to my car putting my shopping in the car " and driving home " pulling up it looks different without Todd car parked opening the door with my shopping bag I out them down flicking the light on " walking into the kitchen made start on the dinner cooking my famous pasta " turning the music up and dancing around while stiring it " finally dishing it up eating it infront of the tv

The rest of the night, I just slumb out, watching Rubbish tv until I yawned, turning the tv off and grabbing my water bottle from the fridge I made my way to bed peeling off my work clothers and putting my Pj shorts and vest top placing my water bottle on the side " I climb into bed falling asleep hs my head hit the pillow. The next morning, I was woke up by the brids chirping in the trees because I left my window open all night. " Yawning in was 10, I decided to get up and hit the gym," pulling my sports leggins and vest fresh water and getting into my car. Lauren was there hi I smiled hi are you going to tammy party yes as I hoped on the running machine me and max is going that's her boyfriend oh cool " I heard your not with Todd anymore no I started run he cheated left shit sorry not it's okay I carried on working out maybe you will meet someone maybe I kept running until i moved onto something else anyway see you tonight walking down the cool down room. Stretching and finishing off with yoyha after working out I had my daily green juice keeping up with the v mins after the gym I headed back home to do some house cleaning " channing the bed covers and making everywhere clean until my stomach started rumbling walking over to the fridge I made a sandwich throwing all kinds on it sitting down watching freinds " I watch more espoieds until I finished my lunch " I had some emails to sented " through the day I kept myself busy I mean I hate being off on Saturday " looking at the time I didn't realised it was 7 o'clock I grabbed my towel from room and walking into my bathroom I felt nervous building up because I suffer from anxiety washing my hair and body and shaving I was ready ' grabbing the towel which I placed on the heater " I wrapped it around ny body walking into my room I dry my hair recurling it again and grabbing my black lace matching underwear .

" I got changed into my dress applying makeup not heavy and putting on my kitten heels, which kill me because I don't normal wear heels " grabbing my bag and keys I ordered a taxi shit grabbing the wine from the fridge " I sat on my sofa fingers tapping my thigh until my phone ding looking my cab is here " right I took a deep breath and walked out climbing in good evening madam hello I told him address you look very beautiful thank you well enjoy your freinds engagement party I walked up to the house and knock n/y tammy hugged me congratulations I smiled thank you come through there was lots of people I grabbed a wine placing the bottle I brought on the side " tammy smiled I am glad you made it yeah she intercution me to people she work with grace was her with Tom her boyfriend fireman " hello she smiled hi " the night was calming I went into the garden walking down the path it was lit up in lights i took a sip of my drink looking around "hi James smiled hi you look yes " you keep looking around yeah " he leaned in he here who frankie my heart stopped frankie yeah he smirk and pointed there he was sipping a bud and smirking in a printed slik shirt his baby cow brown eyes " I felt my cheeks going red James laugh go and talk to him " I can't you can maybe you two you know fix things okay I walked over to him he smiled wow he laugh you look he was speechless yeah you look nice too do you want a drink no thank you got one oh yeah he rubbed the back of this neck so how things good I work in the vet know wow " that's amazing you I kept looking at his finger yeah good so you and Todd going strong " I puased no we actually broke up really I am sorry " no it's okay he cheated on me on you is he dumb " so how things with Tina " frankie look at me we are not togther why i didn't want to marry her o we carried on chatting more until we got another drink so you and frankie are talking yeah good job I Invited him you did its clearly you both like each other yeah " well I walked back with me and frankie drinks do you want a dance sure he held his hand out and pressed me against his chest looking down I have missed this infact I miss you really yes he lean in a kiss me " I been stupid duh you think yeah

He kissed me again until I pulled back. Sorry, he looked down. it was that too much no its just that I thought you would be married, no I want to marry the right person

Shots games walked over to frankie sure we all did shots how my best man great frankiw slurred you laugh drunk come on let's get you home " James laugh he staying in a hotel okay we can share a cab come frankie arm wrapped around mine

" thank you for a lovely night walking to the cab we can't take you why he drunk and might throw up okay I took off my heels my house wasn't far frankie was singing and flirting alot frankie "we need to get you back to your hotel no he smirk can I stay with you what please the hotel is like a hostel its horrible fine we was finally at mine

"He kiss me frankie did I do any thing wrong no I don't want the neighbours to talk let them he kiss me again until, I fumbled with the keys walking in frankie smirk you are very sexy it this dress he purred your drunk your sexy he kiss me hungry removing clothing peeled and trails of clothers all over my room "so your room he held my hand jut in his boxer shorts hum "He kiss me until we both fall on the bed until frankie passed out snoring his head off I removed ny dress putting on shorts.

I walked to the door where are you going he humbled to sleep in the guest room no stay are you sure yes okay I cuddled up to him until he smirk I love you love you too.

" the next morning i rolled over frankie was asleep flat on his stomach snoring away I pushed his curls moring he groan "moring he pulls me in sorry bout last night you know bout not having sex no it's okay you was really drunk sorry "he kiss me. I can't belive I am waking up to you me either "I climbed on top of him he had my waist I am lucky yeah kissing him until his hands roam until I heard the door bell " shit I better get that " no stay here frankie there someone at the door fine he groan it want be long kissing him " I walked down the hall away to my front door stud James tammy moring have you seen frankie no I laird why he didn't turn up to his hotel oh "do you want a coffee sure I boiled the kettle "so he was really drunk yeah i left him at the hotel well he not there "until i heard frankie voice "moring guys James and tammy smirk at us both oh frankie walked in with his boxer shorts "which hugged his ass "

" they thought you got kidnap why becuase you wasn't t your hotel oh i had a better offer he wink biting into his toast so are guys toghter togther "frankie smirk are we yeah "well yeah I am happy for you guys yeah frankie kiss me he my girl hum kissing him back we better leave you too alone them yeah " James and tammy let me and frankie made out a lot more I mean it your my girl he kiss me again I know he smirk

"What I looked confessed I don't want to live in hawi what you like it nah only like it becuse of the girls know i want to spend my time with you no not leave 'really yes

"But your house will sell it the bar I will sell it your crazy you love me yeah i do well let me are you happy let me " be with you where are you going to live I will find somewhere "no what he look no what your not finding a house why move in I wrapped my hands around his neck you mean it yes "I kneeled down on one knee fracsco what your middle name alexdra okay will you fracsco alexdra morals move in with me I do know get up silly so I can kiss you "this time it was passionate where really doing this yes " we re officially moving in okay "but first what he smirk imam going to take you on a prober date treat you like a real woman should be treated

[cherieye]

I often wonder if my cat remembers and misses my childhood home as much as I do. I wonder if he dreams about his past roaming around County Lane, climbing fences, looking for warmth when it was freezing.

I wonder if he remembers winter 2021 where my folks wouldn't allow him indoors when it was below freezing, to the point my neighbor, God bless her soul, took him into the garage and basically saved his life.

I like to believe that now that he is officially my cat living in my folks home with me, that it's reparations for how he was treated by my parents for years. He used to be kicked, when he would beg for attention and they just saw him as a nuisance, while I loved him to death and wanted to adopt officially many years ago... One time he nibbled my mom's leg for attention and my father threatened to put him down if he ever did that again. I completely sobbed in my bedroom after I heard him say that. How could I be related to such a heartless person? Zeir (Zerra) at the time was my dearest friend that helped me cope with living under my folks roof. Seeing him everyday outside, how he would instantly want cuddles the moment he saw me, gave me light in my heart when I had none.

Everytime I would ask "can we at least bring him to the vet for a wellness check?" My folks would say "There is no way I'm taking that cat anywhere! He would probably do terribly in a carrier anyway. The only reason I would take him somewhere is to put him down."

He was treated like he was nothing for years by my parents, while he was everything to me, they thought my love for his well being was like a symptom of mental illness or something. They often used him to manipulate my own emotions...one time when I lived away from home, my father texted me "I think Zeir is no longer with us, we haven't seen them in weeks, we think a coyote got him. " The moment I read that text, I cried all night, falling asleep in my tears. thinking of Zeir, the cat that has kept me company when my life fell apart, dying in such a cruel and horrible way, crushed my every being. A few days later, my dad texted back and said "never mind, he came back"

I was so relieved, but the amount of crying I did wore my body out.

Everyday, I look at Zeir, in disbelief that he is now my house cat, keeping me company in Missouri and now living in my parents house. They treat him so differently now, my dad has even become attached to him and really enjoys his company too. My mother finds him so funny with the little things he does. He is so well behaved and I couldn't ask for a better cat and companion.

He now sleeps on my bed every night, and I often cry that he is finally living his dream as a house cat, where he truly feels cherished, respected and fully appreciated.

[deepwatercomic]

Updates from the Desk of actual Sorrows

first off, I'd like to thank everyone who responded to my polls. It really did help and I did get some great suggestions from other users. It really feels strange to feel like I have to apologize for being MIA on a blog and website I don't think anyone (besides my husband) reads. Honestly life gets in the way sometimes. And we can't all be on the all the time. We're human, we need rest.

My paternal Grandmother died. She was a wonderful, faithful woman who loved her family fiercely and was a faithful Catholic who died peacefully in her sleep on the feast of Mary's Solemnity- which I think she would have found incredibly fitting. It was a long haul with heart failure and just, well, old age. But I will always remember the blue house dresses she wore, the way her massive cross, scapular and medals would click together when I would hug her, the way the Jasmine and lemon trees in her backyard would smell. She would try to tell jokes, but would start giggling before she could even get through the first sentence, and no one could understand what she was trying to say- but her laughter was so infectious that we couldn't help but laugh along. I do hope that with the march of time I don't forget her French-Canadian accent when she would end every phone call or general conversation with "I'll pray for you." And she meant it. I like think Grandma had a direct phone line to the holy trinity, and was frequently discussing matters with Mother Mary. But she did miss my Grandpa very, very, much. And its my sincere hope is that he was there to hold her hand and lead her into the afterlife.

I sincerely want to thank my Aunts, Uncle and cousins for taking such good care of her so she could spend her last days at home with loved ones. You couldn't ask for better or more adoring care.

To make matters more complicated my dear cat, Loki, has a malignant tumor on his face. It was written off as a sinus issue during his yearly wellness exam, and developed into a horrible abscesses (yes multiple) only a few months later. Thanks to a different vet and a lot of pain meds we have a few more weeks with him. He perked right up as soon as we put him on a schedule of gabapentin! Its like having him back to his (mostly) old self for a little while- Its just a matter of when, not if. Which SUCKS, it absolutely fucking SUCKS to have to make the decision of euthanasia. He was supposed to die in his sleep at twenty after gorging himself on all the tuna and goat cheese his tiny heart desired. But, my little trickster familiar will be at home with us when he goes and that is really, the best outcome in a situation like this.

So its right now after major surgery, with family death, pet sickness that I'm still going to school to complete my Bachelors. (I swear, if I don't do things on hard mode- apparently they're just not worth doing AT ALL.) I mean, obviously Deep Water has been pushed to the back burner- and its frankly, this uncomfortable place for it to be (for me at least). Its a story I had hoped would be done about a year ago. I have other projects that I want to move on to. I would just hate to push through it right now and then look back and hate the end result, realize I could do better. Because it is my story, and it is worth telling. This isn't a group project that has deadline or grade. So I'm going to take a few weeks off here, make sure I'm caught up on my school work and try to aim at posting near the end of May.

I hope to see you then. Until then, have a picture of my Familiar happily sleeping while we were watching Golden Girls in better times. And tell a joke that you can't finish because you're laughing to hard in honor of my grandmother.