#and then only let them have relationships with men

[astrow1zar6]

Astro Observations~ 49

👑Mars conjunct Venus people can either be really irresistible or repulsive to be around no in between. I feel like people either can’t get enough of them & are so attracted to them or they are very disturbed by their energy of come off as very obnoxious.

👑Venus in Aries LOVE when people are obsessed with them. They care more about making you obsessed with them than actually keeping you. They love the chase they live for it tbh.

👑Mars in the 8th house can prefer very rough sex. They have a thing for pain. They can be big masochists.

👑Pluto in aspect with the moon will love you deeper than anyone else. Especially when it’s positively aspected (sextile & trine). When they leave you will never find that depth again. You will find yourself thinking about them years later.

👑Mars in Aries people are physically so strong. Usually grew up always winning arm wrestling or running the fastest out of all your friends, was able to beat everyone in sports ect. They re blessed with incredible strength & endurance.

👑Scorpio Venus’s are the most jealous out of all the Venus signs. They do NOT like sharing their partners with anyone (even family) they are like this with friends as well. Once they fall in love with you they almost never let you go. You will always be in the back of their minds forever.

👑Saturn sextile or trine Venus in synastry is really the glue to a relationship. I’ve seen so many married couples with this aspect. No matter how much they piss you off you are always gonna want to fix it to make it work. The relationship can start off pretty slow at first but usually once it gets there it lasts a lifetime.

👑Jupiter in the 10th house people are usually very popular. Whether they are popular for good or bad (depending on your aspects) reasons they will be paid a lot of attention from the public eye (especially in Leo or Sagittarius). You have a very powerful divine presence & it’s hard for people to keep their eyes off you. The types to be nominated for prom queen/king in highschool.

👑Pisces & Capricorn in the big three can make someone be very pessimistic.

👑The hardest workers I ever seen had Aries and Capricorn in their big three.

👑You rarely see a man with a Venus in Virgo, Scorpio or Capricorn being confused about someone. Those people almost always know what they want.

👑On the other hand Pisces, Libra & Aries Venus men usually never know what they want and recklessly get into relationships they aren’t always so sure about.

👑Aquarius placements are usually into things that can be seen as “childish” or “nerdy”. For example; Video games, collecting figurines, cartoons, anime ect.

👑Libra suns can have a problem with mirroring others personality subconsciously. They can suppress their natural self’s to be liked by others more. It actually really hard for them to be themselves in social situations. They only show their true selves to those they trust deeply.

👑People are usually obsessed with getting approval from those with a Capricorn rising. You have a lot of people that look up to you & value your opinions deeply. Others naturally respect you due to your mature put together presence. You have a very powerful aura & others are more likely to yield to you.

👑Uranus in the 5th house people get turned on by weirdness. The weirder the better. They highly appreciate people who are free with expressing their quirks. They hate being around people who get embarrassed too easily.

👑A lot of 12th house placements can make you a very “lowkey” type of person. People usually forget that you are in the room sometimes. 12th house placements can make people with extroverted signs quiet. Especially if you have it in the sun or mercury.

👑Sun & Venus in Taurus women usually look really good without makeup. The more natural the better they look.

👑Saturn in the 4th house can have difficulty in expressing affection (especially with their family. Could’ve came from a household where their family often neglected their emotional well being or they weren’t able to vent properly to anyone. Mother could’ve been very cold and strict when dealing with the native. They usually had to grow up super fast & was emotionally mature at a very young age. Could be used to dealing with problems on their own making it uncomfortable to ask for help. These people usually have the hardest time going to therapy.

👑Sag moons can come off as more like an air moon. They are the most detached emotionally out of all the fire moons.

👑Most narcissists have a mutable moon sign. Or just a lot of mutable placements in general.

👑Cap Venus men can be big crash outs when they get rejected or find out their partner isn’t loyal. They take that shit so seriously they absolutely hate being embarrassed or looking stupid for someone.

👑Pisces/12th house mercury’s can struggle with having a voice when younger. Could’ve repressed what bothered them a lot because they were used to the things they said being dismissed by others. Could’ve felt like they spoke a completely different language than everyone else.

👑Venus in retrograde people usually have a lot of trauma from other women. Other women could’ve not liked them too much or it’s difficult for them to make genuine girl friends. Other girls viewed them as being “mean girls”. Felt more comfortable in the presence of men.

👑Venus square mars I’m synastry can feel uncomfortable for the Venus person. Mars person usually makes the Venus feel uncomfortable because of how strong they can come off with them at times. The mars person can act very lusty around the Venus which can scare them a little. This aspect can be common with one sided attraction.

👑Gemini suns/risings are the epitome of golden retriever energy.

👑Mars/ Venus in Taurus men prefer women who are more curvy/voluptuous.

👑Aries moons can lose interest when you aren’t giving them enough attention.

👑Libra suns almost always have nice 🍑. Almost every girl I’ve seen with a big 🍑 had their sun in libra

👑Aqua Venus’s are usually amazing friends & they tend to have a lot of them. Their friends can also fall in love with them very easily.

👑Cancer suns can either be super hilarious or so corny

[captainmalewriter]

The Jock Spell

With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy(?) stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me?”

A couple of weeks ago, Jeremy Nguyen was just an average nerd with nothing particularly remarkable about him. He had a deep interest in all things fantasy-related. He graduated from college with relatively high marks and worked as a science teacher at his old high school. It wasn’t an exciting life by any means, but Jeremy was content with his simple, happy life. 

Aside from his usual nerdy hobbies, Jeremy had also started regularly hitting the gym ever since the new year rolled around. Sure he couldn’t lift more than 10 pounds and got tired after only about 8 minutes of light cardio, but it was the thought that counts. Not that it really mattered to Jeremy anyway. He wasn’t interested in becoming a full-blown gym rat or anything like that. Jeremy only started exercising so that his doctor wouldn’t give him yet another lecture about his health during his yearly physical. 

Jeremy pulled up to the gym one early afternoon. He normally went to the gym at night due to his busy work schedule as a teacher. However, thanks to an obscure local holiday, the schools were closed and he had the day off. Jeremy decided to switch up his usual routine and work out in the afternoon instead. He walked inside, did his warm-up stretching, and began his workout with some light hammer curls. The gym was surprisingly very packed that afternoon, especially compared to how empty it was at night. There were people everywhere! 

As Jeremy continued his workout, he noticed his gaze kept coming back to one particular man just across the free weights area from him. 

The guy was absolutely jacked from head to toe! Standing at 6’2” tall, he made a lot of other people in the gym look tiny by comparison. Jeremy watched with great awe as the muscular Adonis hit shoulders with dumbbells he could only ever dream of lifting off the ground, let alone work out with! 

However, despite the man’s amazing physique, Jeremy wasn’t attracted to him. He never liked the muscular look in men. Wasn’t really his type at all. Yet at the same time, Jeremy couldn’t stop looking at him for some reason. The man looked vaguely familiar. Jeremy racked his brain but couldn’t place his finger on it. It was weird. He tried ignoring him and just focusing on his workout, but then the man did something that made him remember exactly who he was. Near them was an overweight man who was struggling to get through a rep with just the barbell. The man watched him from afar and sneered like it was the funniest thing in the world. It was that cocky smirk that made bad old memories come flooding back in. 

The man’s name was Jared Taylor. 

That name and the arrogant smile that came with it haunted Jeremy for most of his teen years. To put it shortly, they had the stereotypical high school jock bully/scrawny nerd relationship you see in movies and TV. Jared loved teasing and making fun of others. Especially quiet nerds like Jeremy who played Pokémon in class after already finishing their work. Needless to say, Jeremy hated Jared with a passion. He was thrilled to finally be rid of the bastard when they graduated and went their separate ways. Jeremy went to study chemistry while Jared continued playing for some college football team. 

Jeremy never would’ve expected to see his former high school bully back in town. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Jared recognized him (you would think he would after tormenting him for 4 years…) Plus, Jeremy always went to the gym during the nighttime anyway. He wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Jared Taylor ever again! 

Or so he thought. 

Much to Jeremy’s dismay, he kept seeing Jared every time he went to the gym. It didn’t matter if he went late at night or early in the morning before work, Jared was there— working out with some of the heaviest dumbbells the gym had to offer. 

Jeremy tried shrugging it off as mere coincidence, but his patience grew dangerously thin with every passing day he saw him. Jared’s cocky smile. His dominating presence. His haughty laugh just screamed, “I’m bigger, stronger, and just overall better than you!” Jared was already bad enough in high school, but he had only seen to have gotten worse with age! 

Then, on a random Saturday, Jeremy decided he had finally had enough. It was time someone stepped up and knocked the arrogant asshole down a peg or two. And who better to do it than the nerd he loved bullying every day? 

And so, Jeremy devised a plan to rid Jared of the one thing he loved more than trolling: his muscles.  Jeremy scoured through his massive collection of fantasy books and trinkets, searching for the magic he would need to pull off his plan. There were plenty of naysayers who didn't believe in magical powers, but Jeremy was never one of those muggles. He believed in magic ever since he was a kid and never stopped, even as he grew up. 

After extensive searching, Jeremy finally found a very old book of spells from back when he used to play D&D. The book puffed out a cloud of dust as Jeremy opened it for the first time in forever. An eerie smile emerged on Jeremy’s face as he read up on a spell designed to reverse a character’s stats and build. It was exactly what he needed to get revenge on Jared. 

Once he memorized how to perform the spell, Jeremy left for the gym that same night. Just as expected, Jared was there too. 

Luckily for Jeremy, the gym was empty that Saturday night, save for about a dozen people. The fewer potential witnesses, the better. 

Jared was busy hitting shoulders in the free weights area. Jeremy positioned himself so that he was just across from him in the cardio section. He had a clear shot of him. Once he was sure there was absolutely nobody watching, Jeremy set his plan into action. He used his fingernail to scratch the tip of his pointer finger until he bled out a couple of drops, then smeared it with his thumb and forefinger. Once that was done, Jeremy focused on his target and recited the spell. 

aketay awayyay isthay ansmay onfidencecay ybay urningtay imhay intoyay ethay ingthay ehay ateshay ethay ostmay

Jeremy’s finger shined a brilliant red as he finished casting the spell. A beam of light shot out of him as soon as he recited the last syllable, heading directly towards Jared. Jeremy smiled maniacally, knowing he was finally going to get his revenge after years of torment, though unfortunately, his pleasure was only short-lived. His smile faded as he watched Jared bend over to pick up a dumbbell, causing the spell to miss its intended target. Instead, the light hit the mirror, ricocheted, and hit Jeremy square in the chest, knocking him off the treadmill. 

God-DAMN IT!! How could I mess up such an easy shot!?

Jeremy writhed in agony. He couldn’t believe his plan failed just because of a little timing slip-up. Red with embarrassment, Jeremy forced himself to get up despite the great pain he was in. As he rushed over to the guy’s locker room to hide himself, the spell activated. 

Jeremy held his arms to his stomach as an intense wave of nausea washed over him. A strange warmth was radiating from his torso. His walking speed slowed as Jeremy found himself suddenly struggling to breathe. Low groans and growls escaped his mouth as his chicken legs exploded with body mass growth. It felt like his legs were on fire! The muscle fibers in his legs broke down and grew back rapidly until he had legs as strong and thick as a horse. Confused at what was going on, Jeremy looked down and audibly gasped when he saw his upper body transforming right before his very eyes. 

His chest puffed out as his pectorals grew and grew until he had a nice, firm set of daddy milkers. His shoulder span nearly doubled in length as the muscles in his back rapidly tore and regrew back within a matter of minutes. His arms thickened and hardened with muscle mass too. His once pencil-thin arms had become absolute cannons with biceps the size of melons and veins throbbing with strength. With a set of washboard abs to boot, Jeremy had become an insanely ripped bodybuilder— completely unrecognizable from his former skinny and weak nerd self. 

“Nnnn… What’s happening to me…!?” Jeremy huffed out a moan as forced himself to keep moving. He powered through the transformation pain and made it to the locker room where he could be alone. With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me? And since when did I become so… Jacked?”

Jeremy’s shocked expression morphed into a grin as he inspected his new body. Although he was never a fan of the muscular jock look, his tone quickly changed now that he was the buff one admiring himself in the mirror. He was practically purring with delight as he ran his hands over his arms, savoring the feeling of new, firm muscle on his body. Jeremy's original nerdy personality began fading away with every flex of his new muscles, leaving space for his new cocky gym bro attitude.

Then, wanting to get an even better look at his body, Jeremy stripped down to just his underwear. 

“Heheheh… Just LOOK AT MY MUSCLES BRO! I’M A GREEK GOD NOW!”

His voice boomed with newfound confidence as he spent well over half an hour just checking himself out. As he struck the double bicep pose, a sudden head pain brought Jeremy back down to reality. 

“Huh? What the hell am I doing?” Jeremy thought to himself. He massaged his forehead as he thought about the answer to his own question. However, the more he thought about it, the more questions about who he was began to pop up. 

“Who am I? What’s my name? What do I like? What do I dislike?”

He thought long and hard, but couldn’t find anything. It was like his own brain had been enshrouded in a deep fog. He kept thinking and thinking until for a brief moment, he had a glimpse of what seemed like an old memory. He was… Jeremy Nguyen? And he liked… video games, anime, and fantasy books— 

He shook his head. There was no way that description was right. He wasn’t a fucking nerd. Far from it. He took a deep breath and tried remembering his identity again. This time, the correct info came flowing in like water. 

His name was Isaac Nguyen and to him, working out wasn’t just a hobby but a lifestyle and a passion. He played football both in high school and in college, then dedicated his time and energy to bodybuilding once he graduated. His body was like a golden medal to him. It was his pride and joy, and he loved nothing more than getting a good pump and flexing in the mirror whenever he had the chance. 

With his new identity securely established in his mind and spirit, Isaac stepped out of the locker room to finish his upper body workout for the day. As he made his way to the free weights area, he noticed some scrawny dude with glasses struggling to curl a 10-pound dumbbell. Isaac had to stifle a laugh as he walked past him. 

“Heh, can’t even lift the beginner weight, what a fucking loser… Bet he spends all his time playing video games with his other dork friends. God, I can’t stand these kinds of dudes…”

As Isaac finished that thought, he ran into an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Oh shit, Jared! Where ya been, bro!?”

“Long time no see, man! Looking swole as always, big guy!!” Jared responded. 

The two men pulled each other in for a bro hug. As they pulled away, Isaac felt himself hating the man he just shook hands with. It was weird. Like he had some sort of deep-rooted resentment against Jared. But that couldn’t possibly be right. Isaac and Jared were best bros since they joined the football team together back in freshman year of high school. They were basically the kings of the school back in the day! 

Yes, that’s right… Isaac was a jock, just like Jared. He had always been one. Never a nerd. 

Never.

[ekingston]

also on ao3.

“Would you stop fondling my boobs?” Lena hisses, watching as a man nearly wanders into traffic staring at what looks like Lena Luthor, elbow-deep in her own cleavage. He swerves, promptly face-planting into a lamp post when he sees Supergirl herself slap Lena’s hand away. “We’re in public,” Lena reminds her.

“Ouch,” Kara yelps. “Gentle!”

“Sorry,” Lena says. But she only feels a little bad, because at least Kara is now cradling her arm instead of getting Lena arrested for indecent exposure.

Kara is still squirming when Lena checks them in, the receptionist beaming at her in a way Lena has never been beamed at before. Dr. Sattler’s ready for them. Kara gives Lena a last, panicked look, and then she takes the therapist’s offered hand and introduces herself.

“Lena Luthor,” Kara tells Dr. Sattler with a lopsided grin. “Good to meet you.”

“And Supergirl,” Dr. Sattler says, turning to Lena, her gaze briefly flitting down at the S on Lena’s chest. “How wonderful you managed to finally come in.”

Kara flops down onto the couch with a grateful sigh, the skirt of her dress gapping immodestly as she kicks off Lena’s heels. Lena nudges her legs to close them, annoyed. The injustice of Kara getting to act as if she wants to be here. As if she hasn’t been avoiding this visit for months.

(Do we really need to do this? Kara had asked Lena just this morning. Kara’s gaze had been a cross-eyed, sparkling green as Lena applied her eyeliner with a trembling, freckled hand.

Lena had growled in response, knowing even the barest bit of unintentional pressure could blind her for life. We’re not going to cancel just because we’re wearing each other’s bodies, Kara. Hold still.

I bet you’d look good with an eyepatch, Kara had breathed, after which Lena had given up on the endeavor altogether.)

“Your work must keep you busy,” the therapist says magnanimously.

Lena huffs out a laugh. “You can say that again.” And when the Dr. looks at her, curious, “Being a superhero and all that. Always off saving the world!”

“That goes for both of us,” Kara points out. “You—I—don’t even make it to bed, most nights.” And then, softer, “Even when you tell me you’ll wait up.”

“I wish I wouldn’t.” Lena turns to the therapist and explains, “I eat when I’m bored. She comes home to a bed full of crumbs. Who wants to have sex when the sheets are littered with bits of Captain Crunch?”

Dr. Sattler opens her mouth to answer, but Kara doesn’t give her the chance. “Maybe I could make an effort not to be such a neat freak,” she pouts.

Lena’s eyes flash. “Maybe I could make an effort to wash my hands after I use the bathroom,” she snaps back.

Kara sits up. “You do!” she shouts. “You’re just quick about it!”

Lena sighs. “The laws of nature don’t work that way, darling.”

Kara makes a face Lena vows never to make again if she ever gets her body back. “I leave my hair in the shower.”

Lena snorts. “I wash it down the drain. That’s worse.”

“But you fix it!” Kara looks at her with Lena's own wide, pleading eyes. “That’s how—how you show love. By fixing things.”

“Wrong,” Lena flings back. “I break them, so I can feel needed.”

Kara blinks at her, looking hurt.

“That’s.” Dr. Sattler pauses for a moment. “Some very impressive self-reflection,” she decides.

Lena smiles at her, glad they’re getting somewhere.

Kara looks from the therapist to Lena, her blood red lips—easier than eyeliner—pinching together with uncanny chagrin. “I faked my own kidnapping to get out of her family’s Thanksgiving,” she accuses darkly.

Lena sniffs. “I have a codependent relationship with my sister.”

Kara gasps. Dr. Sattler’s eyes widen. Lena arches an eyebrow with considerable effort.

“Oh yeah?” Kara sputters. “Well,” she flails, her nostrils flaring. “You—" she takes a deep breath. "I have mommy issues.”

Oh, fuck no. That's too far. “You do not,” Lena squawks.

"No?" Kara cocks her jaw in a way that makes Lena feel, for the first time, a little sorry for the men she’s similarly stared down. “Let’s find out,” Kara says with the smallest of smirks, and then she retrieves, horribly, from Lena’s purse, Lena’s phone.

“You wouldn’t,” Lena whispers, her heart stopping.

Kara jumps up with surprising agility, dancing out of Lena’s reach. “This’ll just take a second,” she promises Dr. Sattler. “Hello? Mother?”

Lena scrambles over to the other end of the couch, practically throwing herself across the room in an effort to get to Kara.

“No reason,” Kara croons into the phone, grinning as she maneuvers herself away from Lena’s grasp. An elaborately painted and unfortunately placed vase isn’t so lucky. “Just calling to say hey,” Kara says. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Lena really should have taken Kara up on her offer to help Lena master her power of flight. “Don’t make me hurt you,” she yells.

“It is!” Kara sing-songs. “Still going strong, yup. Which is why I called! We were wondering—”

“Don’t you dare,” Lena hisses, clawing for Kara’s shoulder and exploding a couch cushion instead.

“—how would you feel about coming to our wedding?”

Lena freezes, flecks of stuffing falling around them like snow.

“Excellent!” Kara chirps. “We'll see you there.”

Dr. Sattler clears her throat. “I don’t think you two have anything to worry about,” she says. “Your communication style is—unique, but obviously effective.”

Kara beams at her as they're leaving, wearing a deeply pleased expression Lena didn’t even think her face was capable of making. “You really should start wearing more comfortable bras,” she says, rolling her shoulders. “Also maybe take up yoga.”

Lena hums. “You’ve never had any complaints before.”

Kara stops and stares at her, aghast. "Is that what I look like when I'm coming on to you?"

Lena grins at her. "Why do you think I'm marrying you?"

Kara giggles.

- - -

This was written for the multi fandom (and original!) flash fiction challenge, using the prompts ‘established relationship’, ‘at a therapist’s office’, ‘body swap’ and ‘an eyepatch’. You should give it a whirl!

[nabi-unveiled]

A Few Interesting Breadcrumbs On This Finale Eve

An interesting discussion with @ginnymoonbeam led me to rewatching the flashback scene of Hagiwara and Kaori.

I'll be honest, it's one of the scenes that I don't pay a lot of attention to in my rewatches. I'll have to think about what that says about me.

However, this rewatch led to a few interesting discoveries.

Hagiwara seems to have been in a meeting about the eyelash curler when Kaori/him first met.

This is the product he references when he's talking to Sei at the party. There's not a lot to dig into there, but it's an interesting parallel.

Hagiwara and Kaori BOTH stare at each other when they meet. So they never had the phase of Hagiwara being interested but Kaori not.

She leads/controls this relationship (because he lets her). However, Hagiwara actually DOES initiate physical contact/intimacy with Kaori. She grabs his hand to talk about his nails, but HE is the one that grasps her hand turning it into a handhold.

There's an interesting parallel in the phone call between Kaori/Hagiwara and Hagiwara/Sei. Kaori calls confessing her feelings saying she is restless and wants to see him. Hagiwara says he'll go to her, and they end up having sex.

In the call between Sei/Hagiwara, Hagiwara calls and confesses his feelings (different feelings but still feelings). Like Kaori said about herself in the flashback, he's restless. He doesn't say that he wants to see Sei like Kaori did. (It's actually Sei who in a later scene said he wanted to see Hagiwara.) But Sei says very similar words to what Hagiwara said in the flashback, and they end up having sex.

The difference is that Hagiwara doesn't let Sei come to him. They meet in the middle. They BOTH want to go the other. There's not a one way flow of energy here.

I don't know if I've said it in a post before, but Hagiwara is a mirror.

He's great at reading people, and he's good at matching what people want/expect. It's what makes him so good at his job. It's a great trait for a salesman. Hagiwara tries to keep everyone comfortable. If they joke, he jokes. If they're serious, he's serious. Kaori gives shallow conversation, so he has shallow conversations with her. Sei is more straightforward and personal in conversation which allows him to be more straightforward and personal. He can explore the depths of Tokyo with Sei. He couldn't do that with Kaori.

In e-mail, Hagiwara allowed himself more freedom. But in person? He will suppress his thoughts and deprioritize himself to give the other person what makes them happy and comfortable. It's why him giving Sei sweet coffee and refusing to let Sei out of the room is a BIG deal. (For those watching Perfect 10 Liners, there's some interesting parallels to Faifa here. It's not the EXACT same dynamic, but there are similarities.)

Which leads us to our last fun discovery (and really what started this whole flashback rewatch).

I was overexplaining a head canon I have about why Hagiwara kept asking Sei (in e-mail and in-person) if he had always been attracted to men. Indulging my need to talk about this show, @ginnymoonbeam posed an excellent question about why Hagiwara had become so avoidant with Kaori.

After all, he may not have realized he was attracted to Sei, but he was already initiating with Sei. He WAS attracted to Kaori too. Wouldn't he have shown similar behaviors then? Well, we know they never had the one sided attraction phase. That's part of it. Gender could be a part of it. (I don't think that's it, but going into those reasons would make this post way too long.)

However, Kaori has been subtly rejecting Hagiwara physically all along. When he turns the hand grab into a handhold, she hesitates. And then there's this...

Hagiwara initiates a back hug.

Kaori doesn't REJECT it, but she doesn't ACCEPT it either. And this is when they're "madly in love" and in the honeymoon stage.

As Hagiwara says, she's always indirect. BUT Hagiwara is a mirror, it would only take a few soft rejections like this before he begins toning it down. It says something that he was still trying to initiate sex at all.

Contrast that to Sei who always encourages Hagiwara to open up more and who think its strange that Hagiwara is polite with him. Hagiwara apologizes to Sei any time he thinks he may have been too open, crossed a line, or made Sei uncomfortable. It's a lot.

Hagiwara isn't USED to being this open/direct with people. He's a super genuine and thoughtful person, but he is USED to masking. (Makeup in public analogy - I see you.).

Sei always affirms him though and tells him it's okay to be open. He doesn't accept the apologies. Sei encourages him to let his own thoughts take priority over the mask.

Because of this, Hagiwara learns to directly express what he wants with Sei. This happens at least five times with Sei. "There's so much I wanna talk to you about", "I just want an answer", "I want to have sex with you", "I don't want you to go", and "I want you".

Hagiwara mirrors that accepting energy back to Sei as well. He tells Sei it's ok to be him.

He doesn't judge him for being rude, not having LINE or not liking transportation. He accepts him, rough edges and all. In fact, he doesn't even see it AS rough edges.

Just like they met in the middle, they both allow each other to be comfortable in their own skin. They allow each other to have a personal identity. As @respectthepetty has said in several posts at this point, they BALANCE each other.

Which is why I need them TOGETHER AND HAPPY!

Please, please, pretty please. I don't even care if I don't get the things on my symbols & parallels wish list. Just let them be happy.

[ohthatsmiggles]

patricia columbo and frank deluca - killer couple.

In Elk Grove, Illinois, 1974 on May 4th, Patricia columbo and Frank deluca at 19 and 34 years old killed Patricia's parents in the night time. The plan was to get Patricia's family will after their death, but unknown to their knowledge was that Patricia had only been written out of the will many years before.

16 year old Patricia and 31 year old Luca met whilst they were both working next door to each other, Patricia working at a coffee shop whilst Luca worked at the pharmacist. He soon hired her to work at his store, where the two began to form an extremely weird relationship where she would show her classmates photographs of her doing sexual things with Frank's dog. "There was a life style that Frank introduced me to - " Patricia had spoke in an interview about the start of their relationship, continuing with. "That included sex with other couples." In April 1974, Frank let Patricia move in with her, her family was absolutely delighted to hear about the news and even sent her money from time to time, unknowing to them that Frank still lived with his wife and kids, finally kicking them out - Patricia's father heard this and was livid, beating Frank quite heavily.

In the summer of 1975, Patricia met two men that she seduced and tried to hire to kill her family (Patricia claims one of the men forced her to have sex). She provided them with a diagram of the Columbo home and photos of the family. Clearly, this was always on her mind - though they never did the plan. Finally on may 4th, 1976, they had done their plan. It wasn't until may 7th, where they found Patricia's father car abandoned, that was reported stolen previously, they explored the house and found a horrific crime scene. Frank, Patricia's father, had been shot in the head four times in the head, Police also reported he had been badly beat with a bowling trophy and a lamp, his head was "disintegrated." There were several cigarette burns upon the body, he was also stabbed in the throat and in the chest.

Mary, Patricia's mother, was shot once in-between her eyes, her throat had been slashed and she was also beaten, this time it was with a glass vase, she was in her night gown and her underwear was down to her ankles, though - there was no signs of sexual assault.

Michael, Patricia's thirteen year old brother, had been shot and also beaten with a bowling trophy and been stabbed over 80 times with sewing scissors, mainly in the neck. He was sleeping during the attack and was taken by surprise.

“I wanted to beat my father to the punch,” She said in a police interview, claiming she feared he had “ordered a hit” on her and her lover. In the 1977 Trial, it was shown it was always planned and not something that had just came out of the blue - said the Judge. Evidence had began to show Patricia acted as a decoy to be admitted to the house, when her father finally opened the door, Frank entered and shot him with his gun, now revealed to be a .32 Caliber handgun. Frank did the shooting, whilst Patricia had did the beating of the bodies.

After a month trial filled with many retellings of sex and photographs of just... weird horrific things being shown, the pair was convicted. They were both sentenced to a minimum 200 years in prison. Patricia was given an extra 50 for also soliciting the crime. Patricia was denied parole for the 12th time, with her family urging them to keep her in jail. She was denied so many times also because she was such a moving, encouraging force in this trial.

While Frank, has admitted shooting the victims, Columbo to date has not owned up to her part in the murders, which was a factor in the board's decision to deny her parole again. They call her manipulative and still, just as an insane.

[lostintransist]

Hell's Spawn | Do You Think My Boot Would Fit Up Your Ass?

Part 1 | AO3

CW: Minor burns, exhaustion

Krueger witnessing your relationship death, a marlin gasping for air on the deck of a boat, flashed through your mind at least once a day. Like the white man ripping the great beast from the depths, he witnessed your ending when nature intended it to be a quiet affair.

Ruminating didn’t help you feel better. Planning though? That helped. Krueger seemed, and let’s be honest all four of them, seemed to thrive on attention. Horangi didn’t piss you off, though he did seem to flourish under the smiles you gave him. Since it pissed off his teammates it made it all the more appealing to do. Krueger would be getting no attention whatsoever and if the cafe was empty you might invite one of them into the kitchen. Thinking it over Horangi wouldn’t irritate him badly enough but Nikto had yet to give you anything to work with other than the fact he liked to stare at your ass. That left König.

The lip curl that the thought of inviting König behind the counter brought nearly made you reconsider the plan. Each man reminded you of a war machine. It helped that you knew they were actually often in war zones since your boss’s boyfriends did the same thing for the UK government. König though? He commanded the machines and he was a pig about women.

The snide comments about being in the kitchen where women belong, or about needing a man to take care of you had you grinding your teeth to not rip into him. Each time he came in it got worse. He only ever commented in front of other customers. Maybe he wanted to rile you up and see what finally made you snap; almost as if he were twisting a wind-up doll a click too far. Taking a ceramic cup to his face, even if you could reasonably patch it back up, would life harder. Your boss knew how these men could be but you doubted her leniency would bend that far.

Already rubbing your eyes and wishing for close at ten you fought back a groan when the door opened and they arrived. The shop had been dead. A Tuesday after a bunch of recruits shipped off to different bases, the bars were also pretty quiet. You called to check, if you went two hours without a customer you could close up early. Ten-fifteen would have been two hours.

“Y’all have the worst fucking timing you know that? I was fifteen minutes away from being able to lock up early and actually get to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

König, the cocky bastard, had to comment.

“You could sleep in my bed,” his eyes drifted over the parts of you he could see over the counter.

“Anyone else have any…pleasant…offers?”

Horangi laughed while both Nikto and Krueger stared daggers at König.

“You know what? Nikto, go and lock the door. Flip the sign-off while you’re at it. If we don’t have anyone here beyond you four we aren’t getting anyone else tonight.” Waving your hand you gestured for them to go and sit. “I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

“Think about us often? Have our drinks memorized,” Krueger settled his hands in his pockets.

“Know what? König, come and help me in the kitchen. The rest of you go sit,” you turned as you finished speaking.

For being such a persistent asshole the possibility of an opportunity seemed a bit hard for him to grasp. Keeping your eyes on your task of readying four cups for black coffee you wait until the others have shuffled off to the table before addressing him again.

“Do you not fit through the opening?”

Your snarky question sets him in motion. He ducks slightly as he enters the kitchen. The headspace opened back up again for him.

“I know somewhere that would be a tight fit.” The insinuation couldn’t go unchallenged.

“Do you think my boot would fit up your ass? These babies are pretty large for a woman,” you lift your foot, showing off your resoled boots that are laced up over your ankles. The dark red leather needed to be buffed again. “You’re such a big asshole I bet it will fit with enough force.”

Before König can fire off a rebuttal Horagi appears, ducking into the kitchen.

“As interesting as that would be to see,” he scans the room and heads to the corner where a stool has been collecting dust. His interruption is enough to stop you from committing to inserting something without a flared base.

“I am going to run these out and then will come back and teach you how to make me a latte,” you fill the tray with two black coffees, creamer and sugar. The two of them are still on the counter. “If you’re going to insist on continuing to bother me at work the least you can do is learn how to make me something.”

Lifting the tray you leave the room, ignoring the snarling behind you about how König is a man and can make a damn latte. Leaving the kitchen and turning the corner you find Krueger and Nikto set up at a table halfway across the cafe. Both men tracked you as you walked closer. The clattering of metal on tile reached your ears as the tray touched the table.

Cursing you turn away from the man who had yet to speak to you and the one who needed to be ignored and head back into the kitchen.

How that man managed to create such chaos in the moments you were gone will forever astound you. The steamer blasted, milk lay splattered on the floor, a metal cup in the puddle, and König stood with a hand cradled to his chest. Without a word, you start to fix the problems he created by his inability to wait.

Leaning over the puddle you turn off the steamer, silence now the dominant sound in the space. Stepping on dry patches of the floor you use a technique your mom always used when you were small to force your body to move. Settling your thumb over the meat of König’s uninjured hand you twist, pinching the nerves in the wrist. The big man had little flexibility in his wrist; he moved where you aimed him.

Forcing him to stand next to the handwashing sink, you turn the water on. When the water runs tepid, nearly body temperature you shove his hand under it. The whole of his palm is an angry red. Bastard must have held the cup around the sides instead of the tiny handle. Once he is settled you head further back into the kitchen and ready the mop. Might as well mop the whole floor and check that off the closing duties list. Once the bucket is ready you wheel it out and grab the first aid kit on the way.

You drop the kit on the counter and begin by mopping up the milk mess and working your way over to Horangi.

“Can I have your number?” He asks from the stool he commandeered in the corner of the kitchen.

“Sure. Pass me your phone?”

Holding Horangi’s phone in your hand you glance at König. A silent alarm had been triggered in your brain. He is where you left him, handheld under the running water. Eyes like shards of glacial blue stab at you across the kitchen.

“What? Keep your hand under the water for two more minutes,” you point with your chin and turn back to your task.

Four numbers are entered before his low muttering has you turning fully around to yell at him.

“I can’t hear you. If you have something nasty to say, speak up!”

König glares at you, your ugly stare comes out to match. A three-count passes before he admits defeat and looks down at his hand. You can only imagine at the mulish look splattered across his face. Looking back to the phone you erase the number you already entered and angrily slam your thumbs on the screen.

“That’s what I thought. If you want my number you gotta fix those misogynistic attitudes. When you can look at me and see a person and not a dick hole, I’ll think about discussing it.”

Number entered you pass the phone back to Horangi, who watches you with amusement in the lift of his cheeks beneath his mask and the tilt of his brows.

“What?” You snap at him.

He lifts both hands, one still holding the phone.

“Nothing. Never seen anyone put our colonel in his place so easily.” He is grinning even as he says it.

Without turning to look at him you point back at König, intention in every line of your body.

“He wants to touch, he pisses me off for no fucking reason, I would break him like a twig if his wrist weren’t the size of my ankle. He will behave because otherwise he will get ignored like Krueger is right now.”

“What did he do?” Horangi is gleeful as comprehension lights his eyes.

“None of your fucking business.”

Horangi’s eyes slide from your face to König’s in that sly kind of conversation that happens when you learn to speak the unspoken with another person. Snapping your hand before his gaze you lean forward.

“Fucker, if you don’t include me in conversations about me I will stop being nice to you.”

He stands, looming over you. Man could kill you but you would leave psychic wounds before you quit breathing. You had learned weapons as words at the breast of a narcissist. Four, five, six seconds pass and the only sound is that of the running water cooling König’s burn.

“You done?” Lifting a brow at him you settle your hands on your hips.

König busts into a small laugh behind you and Horangi is once again your friend and not a killer who leaves only a red mist behind him.

“She would survive a battalion of grandmothers.”

Horangi snorts and rolls his eyes before addressing you.

“We weren’t discussing you, but Krueger. He has been snappish since we were here last. Gotten into more fights and training harder than is needed,” he looks you up and down. “Seems you are the reason for the change in him.”

Humming you turn and head toward König, grabbing a towel along the way. You lower the water pressure before forcing his burned hand where you want it. Scrubbing your hands clean you rinse the soap before washing his. Rinsing the suds off you kill the water.

“I told Krueger to quit smoking, he smelled like a men’s bathroom.” All your focus is on patting dry the bubble without rupturing it.

König and Horangi both muttered something under their breaths, but the conflicting sounds of Austrian German and Korean entered your ears as verbal spaghetti.

Slathering petroleum jelly along the wound you lay a sterile bandage across it and wrap it with a layer of cohesive bandage. Why the fuck was there cohesive bandage in the first aid kit? Setting that thought aside for later you rub your eyes again. Uncaring of the deep pressure that caused lights to ignite in your eyes you knew if they didn’t leave soon you would end up falling asleep on the office floor.

“Leave that on tonight and follow up with your provider tomorrow. Now get out of the kitchen I need to finish closing duties. I can’t mop the floor if you are going to walk all over it.”

“Why do you ignore Nikto?” Horangi asked. Neither of them moved.

Lifting your hands away you take several seconds to blink away the vision issues.

“I’m not ignoring him, but if he doesn’t say anything I’m not willing to start a conversation.”

Both men give a grunt of confirmation and squeak across the floors as they leave the kitchen. Thankfully most of your closing duties were done and anything you couldn’t reasonably get to you would text Quinn a heads up. He offered often to help since he knew how hard you were working to get through school. Said his sister was in her first year of med school and wished he could help her more.

That last blink must have taken a long time because when you open your eyes again all four men are watching you from beyond the display glass.

König spoke for the group.

“John will be here soon to drive you home. Nikto sanitized all your tables.”

Another slow blink.

“Kay,” pushing off the counter you didn’t realize you had leaned against, you gesture for them all to move out the door.

The lock clicking home is your queue to turn and lay your head down on a cleaned table, John would come in when he arrived. He had a key. It wouldn’t be the first time one of your boss’ guys had driven you home due to exhaustion.

Hell Masterlist | Masterlist

@demothers-empty-blog

[wellzofyouth]

🔥 superbat superbat superbat superbat 🔥

BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME HOT TAKES!!!

1. People who act like they're boring are wrong, but that's just a personal opinion at the end of the day. However, the idea of Superbat being a "sad wet black cat x golden retriever sunshine himbo" ship doesn't help against those allegations. Superbat is so much more than emo x sunshine. I've posted about this before, so I don't wanna get into it too much, but they have such an interesting dynamic pre crisis, and its by far my favorite relationship in the dcu.

2. I do not care about battinson x corensupes at all. Sorry lmao. The reason a lot of people actively ship them is because they're two cute, young, white men. That's it. They have no canon interactions whatsoever, and the movie hasn't even come out yet. I don't ship Superbat because I find them attractive, I ship them because I like their dynamic and storytelling potential.

Random batman hot take ig, but Superman does not and should not be in Battinson's universe at ALL. Anyway, the art is good, and I'm glad people like it, and its getting them into Superbat, but its so so so basic. It's like every yaoi stereotype comes true. I don't want to be a hater, but it's true, sorry. Live your truth tho. x

3. Inspired by my last post, but Superman fans who act like the Superfam are oppressed because of Batfam and Superbat enjoyers annoy tf out of me. Sorry. Superman is the most popular comic book character of all time (the first modern superhero, in fact), and he's not suffering because you have to scroll past Superbat and unfunny incorrect posts every once in a while. Literally join a Superman forum or a tumblr community (PLEASE WE'RE DYING) and shut up. Filter the tags if you don't like a character or ship. Like I barely ever complain about a character or ship I dislike because I filter and move tf on. Actually, this pisses me off a little more when I think about it because so many characters get dust from DC, and you're out here complaining about being a SUPERMAN fan?? I'm in your walls.

4. Sort of related to point one, but I do have to agree with the fact that Clark can get paid dust by Superbat fans. All of his edges tend to get sanded down to fit fanfic tropes, or he's like a full-blown overly masculine evil rapist. I don't think this is a serious problem because it happens on a massive scale to ever popular ship, but it does happen, and I do it notice it. Let him experience horrors beyond his imagining. Let him kill their simulated children to stop the universe from collapsing. Let him gaslight. Let him traumadump. Please let Clark be pathetic! 🥺 can anyone hear me?

5. I'm sorry, but if I'm reading Superbat fic, I don't want any Batfam shenanigans. Leave those damn kids at home! The Batfam is just too bloated at this point, and it almost takes up all of the fic if you try to include them all. Also, another random Batman hot take, but idgaf about the modern Batfam dynamic whatsoever. They're usually written in an annoying way, and I only enjoy the characters separately. But that's just me.

6. The original World's Finest is the best superbat material. I actually really like the new one, and I think they do an amazing job of adapting the dynamic to fit modern times while keeping the same spirit. But the original WF is superior to everything, even despite the shlock. If you see me posting about Superbat, I'm probably talking about Silver Age.

7. I hate to bring this up, but I've seen this discourse in the past and this accusation has even be leveled against ME personally, but Superbat isn't misogynistic because their love interests aren't included lmao. I hate that this is even discourse because it's so deeply stupid beyond a surface level. Yeah, the gay ship between two men isn't going to include women, who knew? Unless the content itself is overtly sexist or someone is spreading blatant lies about them, it doesn't matter.

I think some of you guys forget how much gay people are hated in the real world, so you internalize all the fandom you see and let it warp your worldview. Which is just so stupid. Also, I feel like you guys forget the fact that Superbat is the most popular ship with gay men (including me!), and they also enjoy it. Would you go up to a gay guy and demand him to be more inclusive of straight people?😭 I feel like I'm going crazy because this is always something leveled against Superbat specifically and never any other ship. Superbat isn't even involved in any ship wars??? I'm starting to think some of you guys have weird opinions on gay people because it's just absurd. Either way, keep that shit away from me.

(Also side note, the most misogynistic discourse in this fandom is dickbabskoryby far, and I feel like nobody talks about it? I've seen some pretty prominent people on here call Kory oversexualized and vapid--which has some pretty weird connotations--and babs an evil bitch. I feel like I'm going crazy when I see people ignore or even agree with it. Hello, can anybody hear me?)

8. That being said, a lot of you guys do use Superbat to replace women and not center queer men. Some of the ways you guys talk about bottom and topping is weird, and that's coming from the number 1 bottom Bruce truther himself. Stop trying to place heteronormative dynamics on them. They're not Clois but with men. They have their own thing. Ig this is a fandom wide issue tho so whatever.

9. SUPERBAT IS NOT OLD MAN YAOI EXCEPT IN SPECIAL CASES. THEY'RE MIDDLE AGED YAOI. THEY'RE NOT EVEN DRAWN WITH GRAY HAIR. REAL OLD MAN FUCKERS KNOW WHATS UP!

That's it to be honest. I can't think of anything else.

[reignpage]

Hi reign! If it’s okay, I wanted to ask how the EdenU men would react if someone randomly threw themselves at them, like someone going up to them at a party let’s say and then they just kiss them out of the blue? and if you feel up to it maybe also the reaction of readers? 👉👈

Great question, is this during relationship? or before reader? lemme do both I’m feeling generous (sorry can’t do the readers right now, I’m on my phone so it’s a little awkward to type this out)

Gojo:

Single life— gently peels them off but is laughing along with everyone else, playing along with the whooping and hollering. says he’s flattered and all but he’s only got eyes for Suguru. then when the party’s over, he’s with physics student!reader and/or Suguru, he’s all like

why would she kiss me?!? am I giving ‘kiss me’ vibes? what do you mean ‘yes’?? how long has that been going on? whaaat? Okay so tell me how to not give off ‘kiss me’ vibes?

During relationship— screeches and shoves them way too hard by accident, it’s a reflex. and then his eyes dart to goth!reader, wherever she is, and he’s like

no wait babe she jumped me. no like she actually attacked me. i hated every second. her kiss sucks, no offence to you stranger. actually, full offence cause do you not read the news? i am happily taken! babe, baby, take me away please, im feeling faint

Geto:

Single life—lets her kiss him for a second or two, and then he pulls away and is all friendly smiles, very chill and relaxed and they think for a second he liked it but then he opens his mouth.

this…entertaining display is fun and all but i’m not into girls who are forceful, I like them a little more refined and with a greater appreciation for dental hygiene

During relationship— grabs her shoulders and pulls her away, gently but firmly, and gives her a stern look, one brow raised. he tells her quite clearly she shouldn’t have done that and he’s in a happy relationship. afterwards, thoroughly brushes his teeth and lets reader know, if she doesn’t already, and apologises. she tells him there’s nothing to apologise for, he was taken advantage of and that’s terrible. he’s grateful she understands

Choso:

Single life— shocked, does not react for a solid minute and he’s spluttering, hands flying in the air. he doesn’t know what to do or say, he doesn’t want to say something hurtful or offensive but he also didn’t really enjoy that. just gives Sukuna a look though, if he’s there (he usually drags the poor guy to parties, otherwise choso would be in his place, listening to music on his own and painting). Sukuna rolls his eyes and tells the girl to fuck off.

thanks, he mutters weakly.

During relationship— same thing, except he looks to reader for help. reader throws down. she wins. they go away and fuck in a park or something, or in the car idk

thanks for h-helping. I don’t know why she -ngh- kissed me, i swear! oh, no not there please! Hah, wait, oh!

Toji:

Single life— if she’s hot, kisses back, full on makeout session, practically starts fucking there. everyone starts booing in jest and he has to roll his eyes.

yeah yeah fuck off. y’r all just a bunch of jealous bastards. hey, wanna get out of here and have some fun? yeah? come on then, let’s go somewhere you can put that pretty mouth to use

if not hot, then pulls them off and laughs. he’s not rude about it, he tries to let her down gently.

hey now, flattered as i am, i can’t get up to any fun tonight babe. nah, got a game tomorrow. see ya around tho.

During relationship— grabs her hair and pulls, not too hard, but lets off some zenin hate ngl. he’s not impressed. pretty much shoves her off tbh.

ya didn’t attend consent ed, did ya? let me catch you up. don’t assume consent, dumbass. ask me. go on, ask. answer’s no, so fuck off. my girl’s here and she ain’t gonna let me go down on her with someone else’s lipgloss on me.

Nanami:

Single life— malfunctions for just a second. but then he’s blushing, more from embarrassment than flattery and attraction though.

for both of our sakes, i’ll assume you stumbled on to me and this is all one big mistake and misunderstanding. i’m not interested in a relationship, and no i’m not interested in something casual either. please, let’s both parts here.

During relationship—

oh dear, you should probably get away whilst you can. never mind. she’s here already. my girlfriend. she’s quite protective of me and well, she just got her nails done, they’re very pretty, but they’re also rather sharp i’ve found. St. Eve’s hospital is open 24 hours so please find your way there af— oh, goodness

Sukuna:

Single life— lets her makeout with him but doesn’t kiss back. it’s a very awkward, slobbery thing, but he doesn’t really care. he kinda just decides whether he’s in the mood to fuck or not. if he is, the girls gets dragged into the nearest room, empty or not, and they get down and dirty. if he’s not, then once she pulls away

are you done? what are you? a cat in heat? get yourself fixed. it’s an embarrassment. you better not give me herpes, i swear i’ll kill you. you still here? get the fuck away from me, you’re repulsive. get yourself braces too, almost cut my lips up with your jagged teeth.

During relationship— doesn’t kiss back either, waits until she’s done.

your name. are you deaf? give me your name. good. now fuck off.

Next morning, her father’s been arrested on charges of embezzlement and fraud, or they found images that should not have been on his computer. Siblings lost scholarships, jobs, relationships etc. mother is apparently a drug addicted. All her friends stop replying to messages. And this news is followed up by an email that tells her she’s expelled from EdenU (this came from reader lol)

[rei-ismyname]

Scott and Emma have a nice meal

It's act 3 of AvX and the situation has ... escalated. Scott and Emma are the only two of the Phoenix Five remaining, after Namor gave into his passions and Magik and Colossus took each other out. Nobody told these two, as they're enjoying a psychic meal together.

Emma scoured the memories of everyone on Earth for novel sensations and tastes. The first one is unproblematic - a desperate and starving homeless dude stole a steak from a fine restaurant. The second is ... a little worrying - human blood from the memories of a cannibal serial killer. Emma is a little more cavalier about it but it's obvious they're both losing themselves in an endless ocean of fire and passion.

As inconsiderate as ever, Xavier is tampering with their minds to distract them while the Avengers attack. Looks like Iceman is in on it too, though the happy couple don't seem too stressed about it. I doubt that they were ever going to be able to contain the Phoenix, especially not while being constantly attacked, and it's hard to tell if this pretense at normalcy helped or hurt. Probably a little of both. It's tragic and cute. Without the cuts to the extreme violence they're doing, this could be any couple struggling with external pressures and trying to find common ground to hold onto.

Only then do we get the reveal that this power couple can really multitask, chastening the Avengers and X-Men while enjoying this private liminal space. There's trouble in paradise, however. Emma is down for scouring the Earth and building something new - the current inhabitants are just too ungrateful. Scott is not a fan of that at all. He thinks it's a bad idea. Scott is probably right.

He's having trouble remembering why it's a bad idea though, as if the real Scott is still in there but the Phoenix is taking over. While they're beating on the most powerful beings on Earth, Emma confesses that she and Namor had mind sex. She offers to share the sensation with Scott but he simply says 'enough.' It's not clear what he's referring to, if indeed he's only talking about one thing.

Enough hedonism? Enough details of infidelity? Enough playing around? Enough collaboration? Enough sharing power? All could fit. Emma's not feeling too stable right now. She loves Scott but this Phoenix situation is too much. She proposes letting loose to 'win' insisting half-heartedly that she doesn't mind. Scott proposes a toast.

'We can't go on like this.'

No doubt he's referring to their relationship in part, but mostly it's about sharing power. Scott has been the most stable of the Phoenix Five (by a Slim margin) and he believes he needs all the Phoenix to himself to 'finish up here.' At this point, it's very hard to tell where the individual ends and the Phoenix begins. Possession by a cosmic entity is like that. They do break up for a good while, but both of them had a lot of their plate anyway.

Scott gulps down Emma's portion of infinity and no longer is he the man you knew. Emma's surprise is pretty heartbreaking. Something the main event didn't have time for was close character studies of The Phoenix Five, but Gillen's Uncanny X-Men fills a lot of gaps. That reminds me that I need to finish part 2 of AvX and the Vilification of Scott Summers, but after that I'll examine each Phoenix host and which flaws and passions led each of them to ruin.

With that, it's Dark Phoenix O'clock, as Cyclops deals with the denouement of the situation Tony Stark put him in. Fortunately, there's still Hope.

[malbecmusings]

Afternoon. I'm glad you decided to reply. This is not a competition for the last word. Surely we can agree who will have the last word. It won't be either of us, but we can still have a lively conversation in the meantime, surely. Effective evangelism requires engagement; no one is brought to Christ from drive by evangelism where 'repent for the end is near' pamphlets are tossed out of the car window as we speed out of the parking lot.

1 Peter 3:15 says "but in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect." Forgive me allowing my humanity to cause me to miss the mark a bit on that last one.

It's not surprising you found my earlier reply to be a bit pointed. I should apologize. The hubris required to believe any man's least offensive sin is somehow less condemnable, deo absente, than my worst sin, or frankly the sum of all the sins I've ever committed was/is an astounding position.

For that same man, born of this earth, broken, sinful, destined for hell without divine intervention, to then be so bold as to assume to tell me the posture of my own heart is also astounding, and decidedly not Christlike.

I know some of your story as I've followed you for a while. Truly, I'm grateful you had that awakening in 2009 which helped turn your eyes and heart toward Christ. Today, however, I see a man who has cloaked himself in the garments of the Pharisees whose view of the law is, if I'm generous, rooted in a desire for holiness and obedience, but who has made the grave mistake of elevating the letter of the law above its spirit.

Let's take a walk, shall we? The Sermon on the Mount. Can you imagine hearing that in person? I've heard some amazing men of God speak but that? Wow. Anyway, back to the sermon "For I tell you, unless your righteousness exceeds that of the scribes and Pharisees, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven". (Matthew 5:20)

Well, there's a problem, don't you think? There was none more righteous, more obsessed with the letter of the law, who believed strict adherence to said law would unlock heaven's gates.

Paul reminds us: "For by works of the law no human being will be justified in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin (Romans 3:20).

So what of the law? "Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them" (Matthew 5:17).

And then 30 odd years years later Paul again warns: You are severed from Christ, you who would be justified by the law; you have fallen away from grace. For through the Spirit, by faith, we ourselves eagerly wait for the hope of righteousness. For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision counts for anything, but only faith working through love (Galatians 5:4–6).

Finally, Jesus drives the point home: "So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets" (Matthew 7:12).

Hmmm.

The problem as I see it, and as Jesus pointed out repeatedly, is adherence to the letter of the law reduces righteousness to checklist morality. Do not kill. Do not covet. Do not lie. Do not steal. Do not be adulterous. Do not be sexually immoral.

But what the Pharisees, and I would argue you, miss is that strict adherence to the law cannot save us. Remember, you cannot be more perfect than the pharisees. They obeyed the law but missed its heart.

Why? Because murder, coveting, anger, theft, cheating, sexual immorality are all sins of the heart that do not vanish because we avoid outwardly sinful actions.

It is not what we do that condemns us. No sir, it's what lies in our hearts. You believe that my loving this man means I'm in willful disobedience of the letter of the law.

Maybe. I can't say that's true. I'd be happy to talk about that sometime. But I would argue that any relationship producing the fruits of the Spirit - love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control - fulfills the spirit of God's law.

The law, in its perfect design, serves as a mirror revealing our sinfulness, but it was never meant to be the means by which we attain righteousness—it points us to our need for Christ.

We know this. Scripture overwhelmingly affirms that the posture of the heart matters most. "Man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart" (1 Samuel 16:7). "Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me" (Psalm 51:10).

A hateful heart will never enter heaven - if if the hands it governs never commit a single hateful act. But I believe two hearts united in Christ, bearing good fruit will.

We know from scripture that our salvation is not based on perfect understanding or flawless action, but on the perfect work of Christ. With this in mind, we rest in the assurance that "there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus” (Romans 8:1). This is the grace we stand in—freedom from condemnation, not because of our perfection, but because of Christ’s perfection. As believers, our salvation is secure.

May we rest in that truth. I pray we all continue to seek his guidance and trust that his grace is sufficient, even in our weakness and misunderstanding.

What does god say about lgbt stuff? Is it really a sin?

It really is.

Any sexual expression other than between a man and his wife is sinful. Adultery, heterosexual and homosexual sex outside of marriage, use of pornography, pedophilia, and every other aberrant sexual practice is an abuse of the body's capacity for sex and a desecration of God's image (which all humans bear).

I wrote a post all about this years ago, check it out. Be blessed!

[iwritedemons]

The Witch's secret ingredient

✾ Couple: female Witch Reader x male Dragon

✾ Trigger warnings: shameless Smut

✾ Word Count: 1579

✾ English is not my native language. If you find mistakes, feel free to tell me, but please be nice about it.

For quite a few years, you had been the city’s local witch, brewing potions and other remedies for the locals. With pride, you could now call yourself an expert in the fields of Alchemy, knowing about the ingredients, their properties, and where to find them. The citizens trusted you and your days had become rather busy as you had forged good relationships with them, causing a lot of them to become regular customers.

When you did not spend your time behind the shop’s counter serving customers and brewing concoctions, you were out in the woods stocking up on supplies or getting yourself a well-deserved break from the city’s troubles.

Currently, you are at the edge of the forest, collecting blue Vervain that grows in the moist soil along the path. The stiff green stems carry panicles of flowering spikes packed with small purple flowers. Paired with the right ingredients, it is used to cure a handful of pains, aches and insomnia. You had always found this plant to be beautiful, and it was probably one of your most used components.

Plucking a few of the stiff spikes from the stems, you place them inside the woven basket that you always carry with you when you leave the city. Inside it, you have placed a few empty glass bottles which you would need for another ingredient, one you are most famous for, as it is as rare as it is dangerous to obtain.

Your Dragon seed potion has earned you a lot of praise and boosts stamina and potency in men. It always sells out quickly, and you had many grateful women visit your shop to praise its effects and thank you personally.

Every two weeks you made your way up into the mountains to harvest more of the Dragon seed, a dangerous task that other witches avoided, making you the only one to sell it.

As you near the rocky clearing, you hear the first distant roars and the sound of giant wings cutting through the air. It is only when an enormous shadow rushes past you that you halt in your steps, taking in the majestic creature as it soars through the sky.

The Dragon lands on the ground in front of you, sending shivers through the ground, dust and debris whirling through the air. By now, you are familiar with the black scales that carry a slight purplish hue as they glisten in the sun. Flaming red eyes focus on you while its raspy breath fills your ears.

“So the little witch visits us once again!” a deep voice resonates from his lungs.

“What is it you seek this time?” he asks, even though he is already well aware of the answer. You could swear that his maw carries a knowing grin as he forced you to voice your desire every time you came here.

Many months ago, you had forged a deal with the Dragons, they granted you their Seed and in return, you had offered them the only thing that seemed a fair price, your Body. It had turned out to be a mutually beneficial exchange, as female dragons had become a rare sight.

“Kradan” you say the Dragon’s name, his eyes glowing as he listens to your words.

“I have come to once more make use of our agreement. I seek to harvest your seed,” you exclaim while resting your basket on the floor, retrieving one of the empty bottles.

“In return, I will offer you and your Kin my Body!” You loosened the buttons of your dress, causing it to brush down your body and collecting in a pile of ruffled at your feet.

Kradan lets out a low grunt as his head closes in on your now nude body. His giant nuzzle brushes over your skin as he inhaled your scent, your growing arousal filling his nostrils, stirring his own lust.

“We accept,” he growls, his tongue gliding over your chest, caressing the contours of your breasts. You hitch a breath, instinctively grabbing the horns, which grow from his head, for support.

His muscle keeps wandering the contours of your body, gliding along your hips, over your thighs and finally between them, forcing a hissed breath out of your lips. Forcefully, he parts your lips, gliding back and forth over your clit and your entrance.

You moan loudly, parting your legs for Kradan to grant him better access, your hips slowly moving against his tongue. “Oh, fuck!” by now, you know it won’t take long for you to cum as his tongue rubs over your sensitive knot, sending waves of pleasure through your body as it pulsates with every move.

He grunts out his own arousal as he suddenly lifts his head into the air, taking you with him as you hang onto his horns, your legs wrapping around his nuzzle as he continues to eat you out. Trusting in the strength of your legs, you slowly let go of his horns, arching your back as your upper body now dangles loosely in the air. Your hands glide over your breasts, caressing the soft skin as your moans fill the clearing.

Your heated core tightens and you feel yourself getting closer to completion. “More…almost there” you pant, causing him to growl into your body, sending a wave of vibration through it that makes you topple over the edge. Your clit is pulsing as you cry out your pleasure, the orgasm washing over you in rhythmic waves that causes your toes to curl.

As it fades, he lowers you down onto a flat rock, your body now lying beneath his enormous frame. Between his hind legs, you spot his large pink erection, and you can’t wait for it to finally fill you up. You roll onto your belly, lifting your ass into the air, the lust in his eyes burning.

Having sensed your desire, he climbs over you, lowering his hips, so his cock is now hovering over your entrance. “Are you ready for me, little witch?” he asks, his deep, raspy voice filling your ears.

“Ye…..s” before the word has left your mouth, he thrusts into you, his enormous length stretching your walls as it glides between them. You feel the air being knocked out of your lungs by the immense pleasure you feel. Not able to moan, you try to catch your breath, a faint whimpering leaving your mouth. “Fuck fuck fuck….so big” you squirm, your legs shaking, barely supporting your body.

He is not gentle with you, he has never been, and you absolutely love it. A dragon’s passion is insatiable, and you can’t deny that for the past two weeks you had been longing for this day to finally arrive.

Kradan moves his hips back and forth, a wet slapping sound filling the clearing, your stomach bulging as his shaft moves inside of you. Your lungs exhale strangled moans, your fingers wrapping around the edge of the rock, searching for support. It doesn’t take long for your next orgasm to approach, your walls spasm around his cock as the heat spreads into your jelly like legs. Strands of your (y/hair color) hair cling to your sweaty skin.

He is not finished with you, instead he speeds up his pace, burying his length all the way inside of you. Inhaling sharply, you arch your back, moaning out your breath in pleasure as he fills you out completely. “Oh gods, please fuck me harder,” you plead, causing him to grunt out a laugh.

“You’re almost as insatiable as our females used to be, I have to give you that much. Maybe you were a Dragon yourself in a past life!” he pounds you roughly, his voice lined with his own pleasure.

“Come on, show me how well you can take it, little dragon!” he grunts, his tongue brushing over your back as he exhales a gust of warm air. Goosebumps trail down your skin and you feel a heavy weight on your back as Kradan pins you down with one of his enormous claws. Over and over, your walls contract around his shaft as it hammers inside you in a fast, steady rhythm, his aroused grunts vibrating through your body

He makes you cum several more times before his own arousal causes him to topple over the edge. He pulls out of you, as you place one bottle at the tip of his length, the white seed shooting out as he raises his head into the sky and breathes out a fountain of flames.

The bottle fills quickly and with the bit of strength that is left in your body, you close it with a cork. You collapse onto the ground, your chest panting heavily as he lowers his colossal head down to you, the warmth of his breath once again brushing over your skin.

“Well done, little Dragon” your hand gently strokes over his scaled snout. In the distance, you can hear the roars of the other dragons and the flapping of giant wings.

“It looks like my brethren have sensed your arousal,” he speaks and you could swear that his maw carried a smirk. “I hope you are ready for them, as they are just as hungry as I was.”

Your heart flutters in your chest as Kradan lifts off into the air, a heavy gust of wind blowing your (y/haircolor) hair out of your face. In the Sky, you spot another group of approaching dragons.

[captaine-carter]

Still unsure why there’s so little slash in the Star Trek Strange New Worlds fandom. Really feels like a show built for it, so many attractive female characters who give off strong queer vibes

[lucius-i-ran]

Alright, I wanna be a partypooper and explain why both sides, one that says they were lovers, the other saying they aren't, are wrong!!

before I get into this, here are some disclaimers:

1. I mean no hate to op

2. do NOT take this information for granted and feel free to correct me if you feel I'm wrong/I'm missing information, bcs what I'm about to tell you is based on my (kinda certified studies - ask me about the kinda if you're curious) studies on classical literature that I have not picked up in some time.

3. this is PROBABLY what was going on between Patruclus and Achilles. We do not have enough proof to say 'yes that's it' with certainty, but if it was anything, it was probably this, most likely not pure and undying love; sorry y'all.

4. It's all up to interpretation!! there are many interpretations (even from classical authors like Eschilos and Plato) of Achilles and Patroclus's relationship so no one is taking away YOUR privilege to interpret it. let's not forget that we are entirely missing some parts of the Illiad, some dialogues may have been mistranslated (or missing) and we don't even know if Homer existed at all!! so who cares!! (I clearly do, or I wouldn't be posting this but yk leave me alone).

5. I know it's not that serious but it kinda is if you think about it. also knowing a bit more information will not harm you I promise!!

Let me tell you about the phenomenon of: Pederasty

In ancient greek education was very much diffrent from what we have now (shocker) and many times those who have studied this civilization have observed a practice called pederasty - from the greek παιδ (child/young folk) and έραστής (lover); a practice that we would now call "grooming". It was practised by the aristocracy and it consisted of a deeply socially institutionalised and ritualistic relationship between an older and a younger individual (I'm very sorry to say, often between a minor and a much older mentor).

we have observed several examples throughout history:

the first one I'd like to bring to you is Sappho herself!! She was, other than a poet, a priestess (and kind of a teacher) in something called "thiasos." The thiasos was kind of a religious association dedicated to worship a specific diety. The most famous one is the thiasos of dionysius (which I recommend you look up, that was crazy). Then, we have the thiasos of Sappho dedicated to the goddess Aphrodite, where daughters of wealthy families were sent to be educated to become wives and refined ladies (so to fit well in society); there, homosexual/homoerotic intercourse between students and/or between a student and Sappho herself, was not only tolerated but encouraged, as it was considered a preparatory phase for heterosexual love.

we have observed another interesting example, this time mainly in Sparta, with something called "agoge" . This kind of pederasty is slightly different from the greek one, as it is a bit more chaste. The concept is kind of the same as the thiasos but now the focus is on men, as this was a practice that boys had to go through, sort of like a rite of passage to become adults. Think of it as a more extreme and slightly homosexual mandatory military service that males in Sparta had to go through from age 8 to 20. I'm not gonna bore you with the ditales of all the agoge process, even though I encourage y'all to look it up, I'm just gonna focus on the pederasty itself. The spartan kind of pederasty was composed by an "eisplenos" (literally "the one that inspires"), which was usually the older of the pair who was in charge of enlightening their pupil with grace and fill them with virtue, and said pupil, the "aitas". The older warriors, as a matter of fact, entertained long-term relationships with the younger students just for, apparently, educational purposes (it was condemned even the idea of beginning this relationship just for "lust"). This part of the process was, again, considered crucial to complete the process of growth and really prepare a man for the battlefield.

finally onto Patroclus and Achilles: the greek kind of pederasty. In this kind of pederasty the relationship was established between an "erastes" (translated in "lover"), which was the older individual, and the "eromenos" (translated in "loved"), the younger individual who was often (I'm deeply sorry to say) "picked" in their early teens. I'm, again, not going to bore you with all the ditales but I'm, again, encouraging to look up greek pederasty.

Addressing the Patroclus and Achilles question (we did it guys). There is no denying that they have a very deep relationship that most likely goes beyond the simple friendship and even "brotherly love" since Achilles, while often arrogant and aggressive towards everyone surrounding him, is shown to be gentle and always concerned for Patroclus. But calling it love would be kind of incorrect, since yes, homosexuality as an erotic and/or platonic act was not at all a taboo but it still was looked down at (and kind of condemned) as an act of pure love because the purpose of the citizen was still the creation of a family for the best of society.

This is what I have to say based on the info I have gathered in the span of 7 years of obsessive studies on ancient Greece.

"Achilles and Patroclus were more than Friends". I say in the mic. The crowd Boos I turn to leave "They're right" Says a voice I turn and look, Its Alexander the Great.

[welcometogrouchland]

I'm going to be so real I do not understand tim & steph shippers who feel that Steph dating Tim again would save her character. You can make an argument that giving Tim a more compelling love interest would be beneficial for him! And you can at least make an argument that the fujo mischaracterization of Steph would stop. However she'd still, inevitably, be treated as a prop character/extension for someone more popular 😭 it also wouldn't make her appear in more books! Tim doesn't have many frequent appearances at the moment either! You can just say you like the couple and want them back together without acting like you have some kind of moral stance

[magic-is-beauty]

Sweet tooth characters as things I find on pinterest (part 41)

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

it's been nearly 6 months since the ted lasso finale and im still pretty much: