#because he does NOT like not being in control of any vehicle he is a passenger in (or. in this case. a literal dragon)

[riftwirecrystal]

Why I believe Natlan's technologies aren't "out-of-place."

Just because Natlan isn't considered "technologically advanced" doesn't mean they would not be able to create or possess technologies that just seem "too modern" for the previously seen nations.

Natlan's technologies may not be considered "advanced" because most of their creations are solely for recreational purposes. Xilonen's DJ board, rollerskates, and Mualani's surfboard are all mainly for ease of use to to influence of their environments. (Kinich is an exception as he isn't really powered by technology nor is Ajaw.)

Even when most of the technologies seem too advanced, like Kachina's drill, and Chasca's gun, they were both originally created to imitate the Saurian counterparts. If all a piece of technology does is just provide ease of access and combine simple regional solutions, its likely not worth too much note to outside nations. which would likely happen with inventors like Xilonen experimenting with phlogiston and forging.

Xilonen is an extremely important factor to note. She has proven herself to be one of the most intelligent inventors in Natlan. Her skill with harnessing Phlogiston energy is crucial to how all these technologies' existence. It makes sense that learning how to create traditional works with Phlogiston would overlap into accidental new discoveries that Xilonen uses to her advantage.

This is further explored in the new Flower-Feather Clan Tribal Chronicles quest chain. Phlogiston Wings are specifically created to supplant and replace their saurians. However, it's not too far off to think that it would be a rather common idea, especially since Elemental Manipulation exists in the world.

Phlogiston and Ochkanatlan relics are the main power sources used in Natlan tech. With an abundance of phlogiston and the (suggested) immense power of the relics, creating their technology isn't that far-fetched. They put their resources and time into the arts, music, and changing traditions more than orderly improvements to the nation, and it shows.

Other nations definitely will beat out Natlan in their technological advancements; the ones that don't beat Natlan have reasons. Mondstadt is a poor anarchist state with no emphasis on any actual governing organization. The nation isn't very wealthy so it makes sense they wouldn't have much innovation and trade occurring within the nation. Liyue harnesses a special material called Plaustrite in the Jade Chamber, which enables it to fly. Inazuma doesn't have an abundance of technology due to the Shogun's rule effectively trying to stop evolution and innovation within the nation, as a pursuit of eternity. However, a number of innovations still happened before the Shogun's rule, like the Tatarasuna accident and the creation of a puppet for Ei. Sumeru and Fontaine is where differences really start to show. All of the desert's tech as well as the Akademiya's research shows what happens if a nation pours their innovation into education, not the arts. The existence of Akasha terminals, dreamscapes, mind control, and digital storage all exist in the game, yet no one seems to call it out. Fontaine isn't much better. Literal androids roam the streets, motorized boats sail around the harbor, and guns are a popular weapon.

Guns are already known throughout Teyvat, just Xilonen imitated their function while adding a custom one from Chasca.

Then there comes the big issue. Mavuika's motorcycle. However this argument is instantly able to be countered. It's said that Xianyun/Cloud Retainer has created a similar vehicle, a powered two wheel vehicle. Mavuika's simply takes the idea (which is probably also not a very hard concept to think up,) and gives it a Natlan remodel. The aesthetics are just a Natlan revamp, with the power source just being Phlogiston. (I can't speak for her bike fighting animations. They just look kinda goofy, but I like them anyways lol.)

All in all, I think people complain too much and you shouldn't nitpick something you don't like simply because you don't like it. (Especially if your argument can be countered.) Even if it is a little off-putting, with a little thinking, mostly everything can be explained or proven possible to exist.

If anyone has any objections to reasonings or information I've missed please tell me!!

[raitrolling]

on a lighter note, linnae and sharle have exactly one degree of separation between them so they could potentially meet

meaning: dragon rides

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

I wish more people could admit they're wrong, that they don't know everything. I wish more people were willing to learn. Learn things they don't understand about people, life, societies, groups, identities, history, science, everything. I wish people would just realize the world isn't black and white, not everything is a damn conspiracy, and nobody understands everything. You're free to disagree with people, but just because you do that does not make you right. Just because someone made a comprehensive video on something doesn't mean that it's inherently true. Go speak to and listen to the actual people affected by the issues you're discussing. Understand that every experience differs from one another, nothing is universal, and the world is made of experiences we hold uniquely. Because it's true for you doesn't mean it's true for everyone else. Opinions aren't facts, and facts are not opinions. Be kind, be open, and don't deny others who are speaking the truth, and most certainly don't argue with conspiracy theories to counter their truths.

[ssweetreveries]

in for a ride!

✩ san x reader

. 18+ mdni!

. word count! 1.4k

{oneshot, smut, nonidol!san, softdom!san, afab!reader, sub!reader, pet names, vaginal fingering, they’re in public, fluff}

a.n i apologize if there’s any mistakes, this isn’t proof read and english isn’t my first language, please bare with me!! enjoy! ><

synopsis . in which your boyfriend takes you on a date to an amusement park and let’s just say, you’re in for a ride! ;)

A few days ago, your boyfriend heard you talking on the phone with your friend, overhearing something about you wanting to go to an amusement park. And that’s why San decided to surprise you today by taking you on a date. 

In the car, you couldn’t help but fiddle nervously with your fingers and the hem of your sundress. You had no idea where he was taking you, his only directives being to get ready because he was taking you on a date. 

San grabs your fiddling hand in his, he glances at you quickly before re-focusing on the road. “Why are you so nervous, baby?” he asks with a chuckle. 

“I don’t know where we’re going, can you blame me?” you pout at him. 

He squeezes your hand gently, “Well, you’ve got nothing to worry about, you’re gonna love it.” 

You hum and interlock your fingers with his. Your nerves slowly getting replaced by excitement. 

Your head turns to gape at San when he turns into the parking lot to the amusement park. “Sannie?” you say amusedly. 

“Hmm?” he hums with a smile, pulling into a parking spot. Once he stops the engine, he turns to face you. “Like it, princess?”

You nod with a grin, “but, how did you know I’ve been wanting to come here–” 

He simply shrugs. “I’ve got my ways, c’mon now” he says before exiting the vehicle, running to the passenger side to open the door for you. He does this every single time, and you just can’t help but let out a giggle. 

You take his helping hand and step out of the car, looking at the park entrance with stars in your eyes, not noticing San looking at you the exact same way. 

“C’mon, baby, let’s go have fun” he cooes, taking your hand gently in his and pulling you along. 

You smile letting him pull you along with a dumb smile on your face, the place taking you back to your childhood, making you feel like a kid again. 

Upon arriving at the entrance, San pays for both of your wristbands even going out of his way to buy the fast pass, so you guys don’t have to wait in line. When the staff lets you in the park, you immediately turn to San, looking up at him with a big smile. He chuckles, “What’s up, princess” 

You jump in his arms, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Sannie. For this.” you tell him genuinely. 

He kisses the top of your head, “Of course, – where do you wanna start?” He asks you with a beautiful smile of his own. 

San didn’t want to be controlling but after a couple rides he really started regretting not telling you more specific directives on how to get dressed for today. Don’t get him wrong, you looked absolutely ravishing in your outfit but every time you guys would ride a roller coaster, your little sundress would blow in the wind. And every time, he would put his hand on your thighs and make it his sole mission to hold it down until the ride was over. On the other hand you were oblivious to this, thinking he was just being overly clingy and affectionate. 

“Let’s go do that one!” you exclaim excitedly, pointing at yet another roller coaster. 

“Mmm,” San hums with a frown. 

You look up at him, a frown of your own now decorating your features. “Sannie, what’s wrong?” 

He smiles awkwardly, “Baby, can we do something else? How about we try one of those carnival games?”

You pout, “but why– I wanted to do more rides..”

He pulls you close, bending to your level. “You do realize that all day, you’ve been almost flashing those cute little panties you have on to everyone,” he groans in your ear. 

You pull back from him, a blush coating your cheeks. “W-what?”

“You heard me, princess. Should’ve worn something else, now all I want to do is take you back home.” He purrs.

With pink cheeks, you cross your arms as you look up at him. “How was I supposed to know you were bringing me here!” 

He sighs softly, “I know, sorry, princess. Do you mind doing a ride that will make me worry less about our surroundings, hmm?” 

You nod and think about what you guys could do instead, an idea popping in your head. “How about the spinning apples? Is that okay, Sannie?” you ask him with pretty eyes.

San smiles, “sure, we can do that, princess.” 

You grin, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him with you. 

With your fast passes, you guys didn’t have to wait, being let in on the next round. You hop in first, San standing behind you as you climb in the apple, just in case. 

When you guys are both settled in, the staff passes by everyone and closes the apple’s entrances. San wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. He smiles and drops a quick peck to your lips, the ride starting to spin you guys around shortly after. 

His arm leaves you as you both spin the table, making the ride even more dizzier than it already is. 

“San!” you yelp, the ride pushing you flush against him. “You’re going too fast!” you giggle. 

He mutters a quick ‘sorry’, slowing down the spinning while laughing. One of his arms leaves the table, finding its resting spot on you, massaging your thigh. 

He looks back at you holding on to him with a smile. His other hand leaves the table, cupping your cheek and he leans in to give you another kiss, leaving the ride to spin by itself.  You smile against his mouth, returning the kiss. 

San tilts his head, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in. You're taken aback by his neediness, pulling a way with flushed cheeks. 

“Sorry baby, you look so cute in that dress, couldn’t help myself” he says sheepishly, running his hand up and down your thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to your heat. 

Your breath hitches, “Sannie–” 

“Been wanting to do this all day, baby, will you let me?” he looks at you with those eyes of his that he knows you can’t resist. 

You nod shyly, feeling yourself getting heated.

He smiles, hand cupping your clothed pussy, “You’ll have to give it to me quick, okay princess?” 

You hum, feeling needier by the second. “Y-yeah, please–Ah!” your hand snaps over your mouth as he pushes your panties aside, shoving his fingers into your wet hole without warning. 

He smirks, feeling your wetness, “Fuck, princess, guess I wasn’t the only one who wanted this, hmm?” 

You whine, embarrassedly trying to hold back your moans while he works his fingers inside you. 

“C’mon, baby, don’t be shy.” he purrs, “scream all you want, no one will notice here.” he says, removing your hand covering your mouth. 

“A-ah, fuck– Sannie!” you scream out. 

He was right, all the screaming outside would drown out your moans. You had momentarily forgotten that you were in the ride, San’s fingers distracting you. You gasp, heart pounding at the fact that the ride could stop at any given moment. “I can’t do it, Sannie-!” you whimper. 

He presses his lips to yours, “yes you can, baby” he says against your mouth.  

He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in circular motions all the while still fingering your sweet cunt. 

You moan out at the added stimulation, “f-fuck, Sannie!” 

“Is that better, princess?” he rasps out, feeling himself getting hard from watching your fucked expression. 

“Y-yeah, ah! I'm so close, Sannie–!” you cry out, legs starting to feel weak. 

“Yeah? Give it to me, princess” San increases the speed of his fingers, kissing you deeply while abusing your needy cunt. 

He can feel your tight walls clenching desperately around his fingers as your body begins shaking uncontrollably. You moan into the kiss, gripping San’s arm with your hand as you cum hard all around his slender fingers. 

He continues moving his fingers at a now, slower pace, helping you ride out your high. 

“San, that was crazy,” you breath out, feeling dazed. “I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever came.” you mutter, hiding your face in the palms of your hands. 

San chuckles and pulls his fingers out of you, dropping a kiss to your mouth. “You did so good, princess.” 

As on cue, the ride starts to slow down and you look at him with a panicked expression. “Do I look okay?” you quickly ask. 

San pats your head, fixing your hair a bit, “well, you look like you were in for a ride..” he laughs softly. 

[empyrealarthropod]

not sure how to put this but does anyone else feel like some of season two’s writing and the stakes constantly being upped has undermined several important moments and instances of character development from season one?

i don’t understand the reasoning behind throwing in so many new conflicts? instead of the story expanding upon and continuing the first season, exploring what it would look like for piltover and zaun to be at war or teetering on the edge of it, how the characters would be affected by it and decisions they would make in response, they’re being involuntarily flung across dimensions and attacked by eldritch monstrosities.

the piltover vs zaun conflict, the center of the plot that everything else revolved around, was present in act one but is now being gradually sidelined and minimized for the sake of ominous magic drama and painting noxus as the one true villain.

the council attack was a grand finale, the culmination of long standing conflicts and tension that finally tipped the balance into war. but now, nevermind, it only killed a few nobodies with a lot of political power but about 30 seconds of screentime. and the blast radius was tiny.

the characters’ decisions and internal struggles are either portrayed in an unclear way that doesn’t communicate what’s going on in their heads or flat out explained by them in conversation. flashbacks are, instead of glimpses of the past overlaid with current events while the present version of the character works through their emotions about it, just straight up replays of scenes from season 1. nobody sits with their thoughts and considers what they want because there’s no time for anything that isn’t pushing the plot along at breakneck speed.

vander, as the person he used to be, served his purpose in the story. yes, he was still alive in warwick, but he would never be the same. but now suddenly it’s all family group hugs? one flashback lets him regain full control? he’s mentally back to his past self and making heartwarming comments about his love for his daughters, with no explanation for how but the power of friendship? it felt about as plausible as if silco swam back up and booked a family therapy appointment.

vander and silco knowing jinx and vi’s parents and the vaguely implied love triangle is an absolutely egregious retcon. there was no need to add that. it doesn’t add any depth, just feels forced and implausible. not everything needs a reveal of “oh these characters were actually already connected before the deliberately chosen circumstances that brought them together and played a large part in defining what they were to each other.” it completely changes their dynamics, the timeline makes no sense, and the world isn’t that small.

i get that jinx feeling unmoored and lost might kind of be the point, that not knowing what to do is just where she is right now. but instead of being a step along her way, it ends up feeling like it’s just an excuse to not do anything with her character, because she suddenly doesn’t have any relevance to the plot whatsoever? she’s just been placed in a box off to the side. and the moment she just started to get out of that lost state and begin thinking about who she was and what she wanted, she gets kicked right back into another grief arc and another devastating loss that’ll likely sideline her again with only three episodes left. at this point there won’t even be time for her to do anything outside of her own head but maybe contributing to the final battle in some dramatic action sequence. that just isn’t a complete or satisfying character arc in any way and i don’t have any idea how they’re going to end it in a way that doesn’t feel cheap or like it’s missing something.

vi is completely adrift too, but that makes sense with the rest of her story, or at least more sense than her immediate flip into wanting to kill her sister. i loved isha but she didn’t get a backstory or personality. she was reduced to a vehicle for the plot. caitlyn’s anger has suddenly dissipated, which could be explained by the progression of grief and her growing tired of war, but it comes immediately after that sequence where she was set up to be a much more authoritarian character and go on a downward spiral. like i assumed that her donning the cloak was the starting point for the next phase of her character, but then that arc was completely fast forwarded to the end. has ekko had more than two speaking lines? is heimerdinger ever going to be held accountable for his neglect? does jinx genuinely care about being a symbol or hero or is this another attempt at seeking outside validation to reassure herself? does she know what she wants? will she ever get the chance to find out? will vi ever manage to define her identity as anything other than a protector if she only has three episodes left where she’ll probably be busy fighting noxus and god or whatever insane thing is going to happen? has ambessa ever showed any vulnerabilities or human qualities besides her blunt statements that she’s protecting her family? was it necessary for ambessa to be the evil force behind renni and the chemtank’s attack, when renni had the motivation and ability to do it herself without prompting? where is sevika? what happened with the chembaron war? is zaun completely without a governing body? how are the citizens of piltover affected by noxian involvement? is there time to answer all of this?

also, i can’t figure out what it’s trying to say, if there even is anything it’s trying to say.

i don’t mean to be excessively negative, and i should clarify, i do still like the second season overall. it’s visually gorgeous and there have definitely been moments i loved. but it’s leaning closer to the enjoyability of a fun action movie than the impact of something that hits you in the feelings and leaves you thinking about it and considering it for months or years after. i would have been willing to sacrifice half the action if it let them focus on making the character writing as multifaceted and interesting as it was season one

[techramonic]

A Comprehensive Analysis on Eric Harris, 3.

Disclaimer: This analysis/psychoanalysis is limited only to analysis as a means to reflect and understand the people involved. It is strictly informative. Just like all of my posts, I am detached from the media I write about and solely focus on the people to understand their psychology, for others to gain insight. There is no room for me to romanticize or glorify anything I write because I am only here to explain. I understand and research, but I do not condone. Thank you.

note: This is all solely based on independent research. If I may be wrong with the medical aspects of this post, please correct me. I would appreciate it a lot.

Fluvoxamine Maleate

Just a few days before the shooting, Eric was promptly rejected from his application to serve in the marines. Despite his desirable qualities, he was rejected for the sole reason of being tested positive for consuming a prescripted drug after rejecting that he was off any medication. With a trace of Luvox in his system, theories speculate that the drug's side effects played a role on the events that have transpired. Luvox is a medication prescription drug that is used to treat mental illnesses such as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), anxiety, depression, and others. While there are positive effects, the downside are heightened sensations of dread, irritation, depression, and arising violent behaviors. It also has a chance to increase manic symptoms, especially if taken in particularly large doses.

Anti-depressant usage, effects of overdose, and detoxification

When taken over the prescribed dosage, Luvox can lead to increased agression and suicidal ideation and tendencies. Eric was in anger management therapy after being on probation alongside Dylan for attempting to steal a vehicle containing thousands worth of valuable electronics and tools. After getting caught, Eric openly expressed his difficulties in managing his anxiety and explosive anger issues that his counselor said, "he frequently blew up and often cried." Revealing that this influences his homicidal and suicidal thoughts, so he was prescribed Fluvoxamine, which is a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor (SSRIs). These drugs increase the capacity of the brain to receive serotonin.

According to an interview with Eric's friends, they speculate that Eric was off his medication completely for sometime. Abruptly stopping medication can lead to the development of a more violent response. For some people, drugs are able to fix their chemical imbalances, but it can also lead to withdrawal symptoms of taken for over the duration of 6 weeks. Abruptly discontinuing anti-depressants can lead ro rebound depression or relapse. Symptoms may return stronger than before. Furthermore, SSRI's such as Luvox and Prozac take about 5 days to linger in one's system before subsequently washing off.

In a period of 11 months, Eric and Dylan have been under a juvenile detention program at Jefferson County district — this was in 1998, just a year before the shooting. They were allowed to leave the program by early February 1999. After finishing, Eric wrote a letter contained in his juvenile diversion program file. He states, "I learned that thousands of suggestions are worthless if you still believe in violence."

After public demands for stricter regulations on SSRIs after the tragic shooting, Luvox was temporarily banned in 2002. By 2008, drug manufacturers had reformulated Luvox to a controlled-release version specifically designed to treat OCD, excluding indications for depression or anxiety. Subsequently, the FDA approved Luvox CR for the treatment of OCD. The label does not explicitly prohibit prescribing it to the pediatric population, it notes that the smallest dose "may not be appropriate" for children, without providing further explanation.

Eric was about 17 at the time of taking the medication, which means he is part of the pediatric population. Though it's still unclear if he was taking normal doses for a long period of time or taken more than what was prescribed, it is clear that there was negligence with prescribing a child a SSRI that has the posibility of worsening their already apparent symptoms.

Columbine was really a case that opened the public's eyes into the dysfunctional aspects of society and institutions, transcending even to the medical field.

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Officer!Bakugo is a seriously scary motherfucker - he's really tall and big, and he gives off an intimidating vibe. I mean, he gets annoyed over the tiniest stuff

Officer!Bakugo is a stereotypical “bad cop” type - tough, no-nonsense, and not afraid to bend the rules

If Bakugo slams his fist on the table during an interrogation, you can bet you'll spill all your secrets, whether you like it or not, thanks to those intense crimson eyes boring into your soul

Officer!Bakugo owns a big K9 dog named Blast. The massive belgian malinois is super intimidating - nobody dares to move when the dog is around, showing off its long fangs. The dog pays close attention to whatever Katsuki commands

Bakugo often goes undercover to bust drug rings. His intense look, paired with his scarred face and that maniac grin, makes him appear like someone who tasted cocaine or any other heavy drug for breakfast

When Bakugo raises his voice, it makes both kids and adults cry

Officer!Bakugo harbors a cache of dark secrets, ranging from covering up crimes to manipulating evidence. He becomes adept at concealing his corrupt actions behind a facade of a dedicated officer

Bakugo really likes wearing the uniform because it makes his ass, chest, and shoulders look awesome

Officer!Bakugo drives his cop car like crazy, but he's super skilled at it - when he's chasing someone, he always catches them

Can and will swiftly pin anyone down in just 1 second flat (he's used this move on his one-night stands numerous times)

One of the corrupt things officer!Bakugo does is take it easy on the cute girls (basically all the girls he finds attractive) when they come to his office to report a crime or seek help

He's definitely used handcuffs on a few girls in his career

Sex in his office is a must, but his police car is also on the list

Bakugo's preferred position is doggy style - he just loves the feeling of being in total control and able to thrust as hard and fast as he pleases while spanking the ass of his lover, like when he apprehended you for exceeding the speed limit, and due to your earnest pleas and appeals, he opted to fuck your little, sweet-scented cunt rather than revoke your driving license. You found yourself pinned down to the backseat of his car, your ass raised up as Bakugo fucked your cunt mercilessly from behind, spanking your ass every now and then. The vehicle was swaying with each forceful thrust as he assaulted your drenched pussy, growling like an animal. "Just like that, you little whore. Look at you, taking my cock so well. Dripping wet just f'me like a good slut you are."

Officer!Bakugo has a kink for public sex. There is something thrilling about the danger of being caught, the thought of someone stumbling upon you in the act only added to the excitement, especially when you're bent over, sucking his dick while he's smoking a blunt in his police car, guiding your head more towards his pelvis, and the only thing you can do is to choke on his fat cock as its tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly

Officer!Bakugo has a particular fondness for dominating his girls, both physically and mentally. He enjoys the thrill of manipulating them into submission, leaving them begging for more and being on his mercy

Officer!Bakugo quickly gets turned on when a girl pleads for mercy with doe eyes; also, he really likes skimpy skirts that hardly cover her ass

Officer!Bakugo enjoys night patrols the most because there's a better chance of catching criminals and tormenting them. Plus, Katsuki can smoothly hand out fines to loud tipsy ladies leaving the clubs, and he even doesn't hide that he's checking them out

Officer!Bakugo who has a preference for younger girls (Katsuki is in his mid-30s, but he won't hesitate to flirt with someone barely over twenty-year-old)

[sgt-tombstone]

headcanon that Ghost doesn’t know how to drive a manual transmission. Military vehicles are all automatic, and he’d never had a reason or opportunity to learn, so he just… hadn’t. At least, not well. He’d driven stick shifts enough to understand the basics and not stall every time he got behind the wheel, but it’s not something he’s super comfortable with

When he retires (or is forced to retire), the car that Price sets him up with is a manual. He makes it back to the flat (that Price also set him up with) with no small amount of frustration, and he spends the rest of the following week in a state of near-paralysis

If it were just the car, it would be fine. He’s not afraid of learning new things, and he’s definitely not one to let his own pride get in the way of being a functional adult human being. But it’s not just the car. It’s the disruption to his whole routine, the stark unfamiliarity of civilian life, the fundamental alteration of his entire life being uprooted and hastily replanted. The car is just the physical embodiment of it

He’s avoids driving as much as possible, because he hates the reminder that things are different. If he just stays in his flat, he can almost pretend that he’s just on leave. So he lives on take-out, he doesn’t furnish his flat past the bare essentials, he doesn’t let himself settle in

It all comes to a head when Johnny tries to visit on his leave. He asks Simon to pick him up at the airport, and Simon… can’t. He’s built such a mental barrier around his car, the physical manifestation of everything slipping out of control in his life, and he just… can’t

He calls Johnny, who’s obviously still at the airport if the background noise is any indication, and he pours it all out. The empty flat, the constant take-out, the unmoored feeling, and above all, the fucking car. He’s scared, he’s alone, he’s in over his head, and it’s the first time he’s admitted any of it. When he finishes his outpouring of uncharacteristic emotion, Johnny just says, “I’ll help you buy a new car,” like it’s that easy, like that will solve everything

And it does, because the car was never just a car. Johnny cashes in all of his built-up leave time and helps Simon pick out a new (automatic transmission) car. He helps Simon shop for furniture, even if it takes all day and they both leave the store frustrated with nothing to show for it. He helps Simon stock his pantry with ingredients, snacks, and pre-prepared meals, because some days are worse than others. He helps Simon get his feet underneath him, because it’s something he’s never had to do before

He never drives a manual transmission again and he thinks that maybe that’s okay

[anisdolly]

・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ quiet now, will you?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀STRICTLY 18+.

WARNINGS: bratfem!reader x dom!modernau!anakin, dirty talking, teasing, clit play, he likes to command just a bit too much.

summary: anakin is taking you home after picking you up from your shift, and of course he is hungry as fuck. just...you're feeling bratty.

・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

“h-hey!” you lament, hands quickly folding together to push the fabric of your sweater between your legs. the little fist they created stays there, pressed right between a drenched cunt, his hand and your thighs—a vain, and rather pathetic, attempt to stop your boyfriend from getting what he was craving. “h-hand away!”

it had been already a long day at work—your boss making you run from one office to the other just because her spoiled daughter wanted to read a book that wasn’t even fucking released yet. last thing you need, was anakin all over your pussy, and his car’s seat dirty. maybe you should’ve thought twice before shoving yourself into more comfortable clothes—a thick sweater that worked more as a short, barely covering dress—and keep your tailleur instead.

anakin just watches you squirm and use your only cloth as a barrier, his blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight before a low chuckle escapes his lips. his hand, determined in feeling more, comes to rest atop the hoodie mound you just created after abruptly pushing yours away, pressing down against the fabric just enough to feel the warmth and dampness underneath.

"'hand away'…" he teases mockingly, his voice resonating with that deep sound that is exclusively his. "think you got the power to make demands, princess? after i haven’t seen you for an entire day?" a playful, yet starved edge lines his words with a smirk. his fingers begin to move in a slow, deliberate circle over the hoodie, not enough to touch directly, but the implication is there—a reminder of the control he holds over your pretty body.

it gets you writhing and panting instantly, and as you wrap your hand around his wrist to try and move him away, the pressure only gets more insistent. so much, that what sounds like a tiny moan flips out of your mouth. you really thought you had the strength to push him away? tsk.

“a-ani…c-c’mon…” you cry, but your hips were betraying you by basically humping against his hand.

he simply scoffs at your pitiful wail, enjoying the friction of your core over his digits. “never this drenched. not even when i cum all over it.”

the car's engine hums and thrums to life as anakin lets his hand linger over your hidden cunt, driving you insane with the need for more in only seconds. yet, he never really gives you what you need. you were always so fucking perfect with your innocent blush and eager body—he loves how you respond to him so quickly, despite your best efforts. even if, at times, he has to push you a bit more. but it’s alright, because your pussy always spoke louder than your useless words.

anakin’s other hand grips the shifter, his knuckles white as he pulls it into reverse, his gaze finally breaking away from you to check the mirrors. his actions dual; driving the car while driving you mad, and it was an easy combination to him. probably it became a skill after all the other times he fingered you in that passenger seat, making you cum more than one time in less than six miles.

and even as he pulls out of the parking spot, he keeps his eyes on the task while his body did not—his driving smooth and practiced, while his fingers softly toy with you.

"quiet now, angel." he murmurs, licking his lips in what seems a concentrated—yet unbothered—expression. “don’t wanna be pulled over by cops while i milk my fingers, right?”

the car backs out from the parking lot and, as he finds the way to the road home, the vibrations of the moving vehicle add an entirely new layer to the torture you are already being put under. your doe eyes look like more interested in the movements of his fingertips rather than the road ahead, and your hole clutches around nothing.

and then, anakin found your clit even through all those layers of fabric, pushing a full-on moan out of your lungs. how the hell does he manage that? every fucking time?

“b-babe…please—” you grit out while your body heat increases more and more, and your soaked panties practically damp the sweater too.

"hey. told ya, quiet.” anakin commands again, this time way sterner than before. “if you can stay silent and good, maybe—maybe—you’ll get the reward you’re dripping for. but make even a little noise, and i’ll leave you wantin’ and aching all the damn way back."

his hand presses a little harder before pulling away completely, making you tremble at the loss, before it reaches for the gear shift to help drive on the dark street. "so…let’s see how good my little princess can really be, hm?"

your lover could feel the stickiness on his fingertips, highlighting his hunger. god, he could still taste the sweetness of your pussy from the previous night, and the scent of your arousal is the car made his pupils dilate. but there’s nothing more easy for anakin than to have self control when it comes to teasing you. so he stays in his seat, driving carelessly, as if his index and middle didn’t just turn you into a heated whore.

but tonight, you are having none of it. who does he think he is? making fun of you like that? after you had one of the most stressful days of the week at work, and even told him? hell the fuck no. just like he started, he was gonna make you finish.

“mmhm! no!” you huff out, your hands clutching the excessively long sleeves of your sweater before smacking right onto your thighs in frustration. “p-put it back there!” the pout on your face mixes with what seems a frown—this was a stance that you never dared to take before, but that now came automatically at his carefree demeanor and actions.

“now.”

whiny brat.

at your defiance, anakin’s sharp jaw clenches tightly and almost immediately. a surge of possessiveness tightens around his heart like a vice, the call to put you back in your damn place taking over any restraint he had been putting onto his own emotions. that sudden insistence in your voice makes him laugh dryly, simply not to reach out and pull your hair like you fucking deserved.

"ahhh, what did i say about zipping it?" his voice is a lethal purr, and his eyes, blue like shards of ice, caught yours in the review mirror. "seems someone’s already beggin’ for punishment." and as he continues to navigate the deserted streets, the silence of the night around you feels almost like an accomplice to whatever was about to happen inside that poor range rover.

but still, you don’t relent, staring right back into his eyes as your lids turn into two thin lines. “i’m not.” you respond, fists tightening even more with rage.

anakin drums his fingers on the steering wheel, the rhythmic tapping sending a message of impatience as he considers your outburst with a sickening silence. with a quick glance to ensure the road is empty, he slows the car, almost to a crawl. the sudden braking gets you to jerk forward, but thankfully the seatbelt prevents you from hitting your head. it makes you yelp, though, and your eyes squeeze.

"you want it there, right? is that how you ask for something, you snappy brat?” he almost barks at you, noticing how your expression is a mixture of defiance and surprise before snapping his eyes fully back towards the road.

and then, anakin reaches over with a masterful slowness, allowing the back of his knuckles to graze across the swell of your breast through the sweater, then down your stomach, before hovering just millimeters away from your needy, aching pussy. “touch this?” the scent emanating from there is still so strong, the window couldn't air it out.

“y-yeah…” you gulp, following the path of his hand with your trembling eyes, while thinking that your little tantrum did the thing. but the next words he speaks get that smug and aroused expression off of your face just as quickly as it came.

"want me to touch your pathetic cunt? funny. you break the rules, sweet girl, you get nothin'." his voice is firm yet threaded with a dark desire. "you keep being this disobedient...hmmph, i might just have to spank that pretty ass of yours until you remember who's in charge here.” then, just as abruptly, he shifts his hand away, up to the damn shift again.

now, you think twice before humming a lament. last time he slapped your ass, you were barely able to sit.

"but if you’re good—and i mean real good—you’ll get what's coming to you. i’ll fuck your worthless hole until you're screamin', breed you until you can't think...all those dirty things you like."

“i-i’m not being—” but you don’t even manage to finish your phrase as anakin makes a hard turn, taking the rover to a more secluded area—a field just by the street, apparently empty. your nails claw at each side of your seat, trying to keep you steady, and that belt helps you once again.

he told you to be fucking quiet, why you still speaking?

the headlights illuminated the open space as he pulls over, then switches off the engine, and turns in his seat to face you properly. "fucking crybaby." anakin sneered, glaring your startled body up and down. "listen up. you've got one chance to show me how good you can be for daddy. are you gonna take it, or do i have to remind you just how hard i can make that little pussy beg for me?"

[thornfield13713]

That's it? That's all you have to say about Seeing Red?

Oh, for-

Plenty of people have written very detailed meta on the subject, discussing both the in-universe and out-of-universe context for that episode. I recommend you look up one of them - @aphony-cree, @messedupdoilies and @elysianholly are all good sources for this, just off the top of my head, but I have read many others.

I will say, however, that I do come down on the side of 'this scene should never have happened', not just for in-universe reasons, but also just for the sheer amount of trauma this caused the actors, to the extent that James Marsters collapsed on set, started therapy shortly thereafter to deal with it, got it written into his contract that he never had to perform anything like that ever again, and later said that he hates doing sex scenes because 'you never know what they're going to make you do'. Quite aside from it being a petty, mean-spirited swipe at a group of fans that the writers disliked, this scene caused genuine harm to real people in the production of it.

And all of this for the sake of a scene whose sole purpose is as a big 'I told you so' to fans of the character and relationship, and yet another vehicle to make Xander's self-righteous slut-shaming of Buffy come off as entirely reasonable protectiveness and not the sort of controlling bullshit he's been getting away with all series. You can come up with explanations for why the scene is there in-universe, but at the end of the day, this scene does not exist for any in-universe reason. It's there because Joss Whedon wanted to punish fans and had no concern for the boundaries of the actors working for him. This is sort of a pattern with him, you may have noticed.

[derpydoteddrake]

Let's analyse the hexcore!

Its potential functions and powers, how it affect Viktor,

AND WHY IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE VOID

The hex cores abilities are a bit unclear, but I believe there's a clear progression of its corruption and a hint to how Viktor will use it. AND I SWEAR IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE VOID, shimmer didn't infect it. (This does not contain info from the le*ks in any form.)

Firstly the core does not influence Viktor, it is rather a vehicle for his obsession, his strange relationship to it began even before it consumed blood or even before it was built, he started seeing and hearing things after the council meeting. (I will talk about more why that happened and why at the moment in an analysis i make on him later.)

The weird purple flesh-like imagery begane before it even consumed shimmer, because it's not connected to the void, but it's what arcane magic looks like when it is contaminated with flesh. We can see this when the inside of his leg is shown.

Yes it already effected him in some way after the core absorbed his blood, as Heimer noticed he did become more energized, but most likely cuz its started attuning to him, jayce journal mentioned how crystals attuning to people but it isn't explained in detail.

Yes, the core started working more reliably on flesh after it got into contact with shimmer, but since the second time viktor tried to use it, it was not present. I believe what changed the core further was the consumption of more organic matter, not shimmer.

This is why it changed form the second time. The shimmer was only important as far as making viktors body malleable enough to get it working the first time. But that begs the question why it got more reactive and easier for it to change people?

I believe the answer to that is because, well it absorbed more of it, but secondly the writing on it got muddled, it is no longer programmable or bound by them like Viktor originally wanted it but works on its own accord. it is less controllable.

This is further supported by the fact that where it corrupts can not be bound by runes anymore, that's why his hand got changed not his chest, now it corrupts by contact and it became unstable enough that it does it with anything that contactach with it.

The only time the core actively does something to viktor is when he threatens it, and even now it only does it to his body. It began to have a mind of its own now, but beforehand it didn't show any signs of deliberately influencing him.

After skys death there's an odd shot of his leg, crackling with energie, I think that was foreshadowing of how he started to become attuned to the core enough to be able to channel some of his abilities and energie.

So I believe this is why Viktor was touching people in the trailer. Now it changes by contanc reather by being abel to restrict where it influences the body with runes. And now he is able to channel the cores power.

From this we can suspect that he will use the rod from his design to control the arcane energie already inside him, or to control the cores energie directly, because in itself it is uncontrollable.

And that's how he is going do lightning and possibly some magic.

[teriri-sayes]

TCF Modern AU Character Checklist (Official)

RIDI, one of the Korean publishers of TCF/LCF, recently released new ebook volumes for TCF. The volume set consisted of volumes 10-18, spanning chapters 201-398 of Part 1. And RIDI added a "Character Checklist" as the exclusive bonus content for buying the volume set.

What is this character checklist about? It's just a list of things that the characters are most likely to do or prefer. But it is set in a modern AU (alternate universe) setting.

Those who want to purchase official merchandise can head over to RIDI to buy the new ebooks. You can get a 10% discount and a 5000 won coupon if you participate in the event, so the cost for the new volume set will only be 24,160 won. But be aware that this is only in the Korean language. There is no official English ebook for TCF. 🥲

The new ebooks included new novel covers. For volumes 1 - 9, they changed the ebook cover to this:

And for volumes 10-18, the new ebook cover is this:

Because the character checklist is not publicly available for free, I will only post a quick summary of it.

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Alberu 

likes to eat snacks while working

beautiful handwriting

celebrates others' birthdays grandly

frequent social media poster because of work

Beacrox 

makes tteok-galbi and gives it to Cale

2nd best at making snow ducks

Ron

makes travel plans because of the kids

good at claw machines

Bud 

world traveler who's good at driving any vehicle

frequent social media poster because he's an attention-seeker

Hilsman 

scared of bugs

Witira 

heavy drinker

troublemaker child because she couldn't control her strength

Eruhaben 

good singer of old songs but only does it upon the kids' request

picky appetite

doesn't use kiosks because he's not interested in learning anything new

On

great dancer

makes travel plans

knows the most about memes

Hong

makes travel plans

likes winter because of family get-togethers

frequent social media poster because he finds it exciting

good at drawing because everyone praised their drawings

posts memes

Raon

makes travel plans

prefers to play together than go on amusement park rides

likes winter because of family get-togethers

late sleeper because he always daydreams of going on trips with his family

good at drawing because everyone praised their drawings

Choi Han

stiff dancer

secretly prefers thrills in the amusement park

good at making snow ducks

student with low grades

Deruth

believes in fortune telling stuff but is in denial over it

Cale

somehow ends up as the leader in team projects

celebrates others' birthdays secretly

best fit as the leader of a K-pop boy group

buys lots of online books to read when he achieves slacker life

heavy reader

drinks hot Americano because Ron says cold drinks is bad for him

Mary

likes spicy food

likes horror movies

good at computers because Tasha taught her

Lock

first to apologize after getting into a fight

model student with good grades

Tasha

loves to eat meat

Archie

always grumbles on trips but shuts up when Cale stares at him

Toonka

bad at using machines and gadgets

Cage

prefers eating over studying

Rosalyn

drinks iced Americano in the morning

troublemaker child because she wanted to do lots of things

Jack

likes pineapple pizza

Hannah

likes mint chocolate and eats it together with Mary

***

Some trivia:

Mint chocolate in Korea is similar to pineapple pizza that people either heavily like or dislike.

Witira being a heavy drinker is a pun related to her race as a whale tribe. Sulgorae (술고래) is a figurative expression for a heavy drinker. It’s a combination of the words 술 (alcohol) and 고래 (whale). English has a similar expression to it - drink like a fish

Making snow ducks is a trend in Korea. They use plastic tongs with a duck mold to create snow ducks. Some treat is a game where you make dozens of it fast as if printing out items in a factory, and line it up in a row.

Tteok-galbi is grilled short rib patties. Hmm, delicious~! 😋

[cleoluvrr]

Smarty I (Rafe Cameron x OC)

SYNOPSIS: smart girl isn’t as smart as rafe cameron.

WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, toxic relationship, domestic violence, verbal abuse, blackmail, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, use of guns, classism, mentions of past violence, obsession, controlling behavior, pogue!oc

masterlist

“Leave me the hell alone, Rafe!”

“Maybe if you started listening to me then I wouldn’t have to keep yelling at you!”

I scoffed at him loudly, eyes rolling dramatically. My shoulder bumped into his violently as I pushed past, though I’m sure it hurt me more than it did him.

“I’m going home.” The irritation I feel drips off my tongue as the words leave my mouth, leaving a bitter trail behind me for Rafe to follow as I make my exit.

“Of course you’re leaving. You always leave because you can’t take some fucking accountability!”

I stormed down the steps of Tannyhill, the sound of my feet hitting the floor echoing through the foyer. Rafe was hot on my heels, the sound of his loud, angry voice following close behind my retreating figure. No one else was home, though I’m sure they would ignore us if they were.

“Accountability for some shit that has nothing to do with me? Yeah, you’re right–for once.” The glass side door of the house flies open by my own hand, my attempt of slamming it shut behind me obstructed by Rafe yanking it back open as he chases after me.

We had gotten into an argument again, and I was leaving angry with him—again.

It was like a twisted routine for us. Rafe would hold in every little thing that managed to piss him off, blow up on me despite none of it being my fault, we would go back and forth for what seemed like hours, and I would storm out in anger with him at my back like a bat out of hell.

It was a never-ending cycle, like a movie that wouldn’t stop skipping on the same scene over and over.

Our fights would get nasty. We would both take low blows at each other; things that we were vulnerable with each other about becoming throwing knives as we spit them back at each other in the heat of the moment.

Whenever it got like that between us, I would be the one to leave. I hated fighting with him, and it seemed like it would never end if I didn’t create distance between us. Rafe would keep going and going, nonstop spewing the most hurtful things that he could at me until I’ve finally decided it was enough.

However, it never lasted long. He would come back to me practically on his knees, begging for my forgiveness and giving me promises of treating me better. I would take him in with open arms, silently embracing him as his tears soaked my shirt.

Then, it would repeat. Every other week, every month, it didn’t matter. 

“And how the hell do you plan on getting home, huh?” Rafe says as I walk further down the driveway. 

“I’m walking, Rafe.” I retort sharply. “What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

I barely make it past the hood of his car before he catches up with me, arm tight in his grasp as he prevents me from walking any further.

I rip myself out of his hold and whip around to face him, heart beating fast with the same rage he fills me with every time we fight like this.

“You’re not walking all the way home, Laia.” He says. “It’s getting dark.”

It wasn’t dark yet, but it would be by the time I got home on foot. I’ve walked home from his house plenty of times, though never this late. That didn’t matter to me though, the thought of being near him any longer was only fueling my anger.

“I’m walking home. Don’t catch up.” I don’t even get the chance to fully turn back around before Rafe is pulling me around to the other side of the car, my forearm stuck in a bone crushing grip as his fingers dig into the soft flesh.

The blonde doesn’t try to be gentle with me as he pulls open the passenger side door. He rips the purse I had in my hand away from me and tosses it into the car haphazardly, the bag landing on the floor of the vehicle with a light ‘thud.’

He tries to throw me into the seat with the same carelessness that he did with my bag but I resist, arm twisting to remove myself from him and create space between us. He groans in frustration, my resistance clearly being something he expected but still was annoyed by.

“Get in the–” Rafe yanks me closer to the opening, free hand joining the one holding me captive to shove me into the car seat. “Get in the fucking car.” He grits through his teeth.

“Don’t touch me!” My head bumps against the top of the car as I’m pushed inside, a throbbing pain left in its place. “Ow! That hurts, Rafe!”

“I’ll show you something that hurts.” He ignores my complaint towards his rough handling, and I ignore the threat that just left his lips. He clicks the seat belt into place for me, the strap fitting snugly across my chest. “You let other guys touch you, so I don’t see why I can’t all of a sudden.”

I scoff at his comment, the topic of the argument we just had being brought up again not even ten minutes later.

I got a summer job at the Island Club to fill my summer and save up money before I had to return to the mainland for college. Rafe was firmly against it, claiming that he knew the kind of people that hung out there and that I didn’t have any business working around them. I ignored him, obviously, the job had flexible hours and decent pay. He wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t care.

Whenever he could be there, he would be.

I could never shake the feeling of his eyes on me, whether it be when I was working in the dining room or running the carts around the golf course. I didn’t understand what he was so worried about, most of the people that were members there didn’t pay me any mind unless they wanted something.

Today, I was working the carts. Rafe was on the course as well, but I paid him no mind. There was a group of three younger men on the course, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties, that I happened to come across. I gave them the same amount of attention I give all the other members, but I guess Rafe didn’t take it that way. 

“God, you are such a control freak! I’m not allowed to work?” I stare at him incredulously, and the look on his face mirrors mine.

“You call that working?”

“Yes, Rafe, I call that working. I work at the Island Club, where my job is to serve customers.” I let the words fall out of my mouth slowly as if I was explaining myself to a child. “I was providing customers with service. What about that makes you so angry?”

“I didn’t know letting other guys touch you was a part of the service.” He says. I scoff at him, head shaking in disbelief.

One of the men patted my shoulder in a friendly way while we made casual conversation. I barely even noticed, I was too busy doing my job of making him a drink, but clearly Rafe did.

It was nothing that should have him this upset, and yet here we are.

“Oh my God, Rafe…” My fingers fly to my temples, sighing exasperatedly as the irritation I’d been feeling since I got to his house began to give me a headache. 

“Shit, I mean…” Rafe goes silent for a moment, eyes traveling over my body in a look that’s not quite one of disgust but is very close. “How could they think any differently when you walk around dressed like that?”

My head snaps up and faces him fully, completely stunned at his comment. 

I was still dressed in my work clothes, a pink, collared halter top and a white tennis skirt. There was no dress code when I worked on the course, and it was always humid while living in the South right next to the water.

I was dressed for the weather, and it was more than appropriate for my job. Sure, I was a bit busty for the top, and the skirt was little...short, but I’m a grown woman. 

There was nothing wrong with my outfit to elicit such a reaction from him.

“And how am I dressed, Rafe?” I ask. His eyes linger on my chest for a moment before they meet my eyes again, a fire burning in the blue of his irises. “You’ve never had a problem with it before.”

“Well, you weren’t acting like a fucking slut before, either.” The word slides off his tongue like a slur, but I don’t even get a chance to react before he slams the door in my face. 

I watch him walk to the other side of the car and settle into his own seat, my face hot with fury and embarrassment. He peels out of the driveway, the speed of his driving far too fast for a residential neighborhood. 

I’d never felt insecure about the way I dressed, but my boyfriend had also never called me a slut for it before. He’s only called me that one other time, and it had nothing to do with what I wore.  It was when I left for college and decided we should go on a break until I came back for Thanksgiving. 

“Rafe, you need to calm down. It’s really not that serious.” I said quietly. I stepped out of my dorm to take the late night call from my very angry, intoxicated boyfriend.

He called me in a drunken rage in the wee hours of the morning, voice loud in my groggy ears and projecting out of the phone into the silent room that I shared with the girl asleep on the bed across the room. I stood in the empty study room a few doors down for some privacy, knowing exactly where this call was going to go.

Rafe didn’t like that I decided we should go on a break for my first few months in college.

I didn’t want our relationship holding me back from the full experience, and I didn’t want him feeling tied down to a girl that was hundreds of miles away on the mainland for almost the entire year. He’d been obsessively texting, calling, and checking my location for the entire time I’d been on campus, and I was dreading going home for Thanksgiving in the next few weeks.

It was the day after Halloween, and he was beyond pissed. It’s like he was waiting for me to post photos, because it was only a few hours later that he called me to complain. He was checking my location the entire time I was out with my friends, my phone blowing up with messages from him asking what I was doing and who I was with.

I ignored them the whole night, opting to put my phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ to stop the constant vibration.

Now he’s calling me, clearly inebriated and berating me for dressing up in a costume he didn’t approve of. 

“Don’t–don’t tell me that it’s not serious, ‘cause it is very serious.”

“Rafe, I’m about to be nineteen years old. If I wanna go to a college party, I will.” I say lowly. I didn’t want my voice traveling through the thin walls of the building for everyone to hear. “And we’re on a break! You shouldn’t even be worried about what I’m doing right now.”

“I don’t care!” His voice blasted against my ears, his anger conveyed clearly even though I couldn't see his face. “I don’t want to see you posting a bunch of frat douchebags feeling you up on your Instagram. You know better.”

I scoff at his over-exaggerated version of events. It was a group photo and one of the guys had his arm around my shoulder. It was nothing for Rafe to be calling me at two in the morning about.

“Nobody was ‘feeling me up,’ Rafe. It was friendly and there are, like, five other people in the picture.” I was starting to get annoyed at this point. I didn’t need Rafe hovering over me from an island far, far away while I was trying to enjoy my time in school. “I don’t have a problem when you go to parties, so why is it one when I do it?”

“Did you go to college to learn, or to be a fucking slut?”

My head jerked back at the word directed towards me over the phone.

I was completely stunned by its usage; I’d never been called that before. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared down at it in shock, the picture of Rafe and I hugging lighting up on the screen for a split second before going back dark. 

Slowly, my arm raised the device back to its position by my ear. My jaw was still slack with shock, surely grazing the ground as I processed what the boy over the phone had just said. 

Rafe takes my silence as confirmation instead of being flabbergasted. He chuckles darkly over the speaker, the sound of him sniffing followed shortly after. 

“That’s what I thought. Call me back when you’re ready to apologize to your boyfriend.” He says. I’m still completely silent, words that once filled my head now completely gone as I listen to an angry Rafe insult me over the phone. “And take that fucking picture down.”

The sound of the call ending fills my ears, the room I took occupancy in now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

I didn’t call him after that. In fact, he was the one who called me three days later to apologize once he was finally sober. 

Rafe has always been jealous; possessive. Over his money, his status, Figure 8.

It was never really something I thought he had to be with me, not when I was practically under constant surveillance before I left for college.

He always checked my location when I wasn’t with him, not that I often went anywhere that wasn’t school, home, or out with him. When I did go out with my friends in Kildare, he would always interrogate me about what we did or make me send a photo as proof that I was really out with them.

It didn’t bother me when we first got together—only because I didn’t know any better.

He was my first relationship, and still is. I was a sixteen year old girl and a popular guy in the grade above me wanted me to be his girlfriend. Rafe was sweet to me, always showering me in praise and spoiling me gifts that I would never think to ask for. I thought it was normal for him to ask me to stay away from other guys because ‘you can’t trust them.’ I saw no issue with him checking my location religiously, not when he told me it was for my own safety. 

I believed him. I mean–why wouldn’t I? 

It wasn’t until senior year that I finally saw him for who he was. When I announced that I was going to college, everyone was elated. Everyone except Rafe. 

For my entire senior year we fought because of that. His jealousy was at an all time high, constantly accusing me of cheating and lying about everything I did. He would track my location when I was out with friends and show up uninvited, dragging me out forcefully while berating me for not telling him where I was going. 

It was like we never stopped arguing that year.

I dreaded doing anything that wasn’t going to school and coming back home because I knew he would take issue with it. I knew there was nothing I could do to satisfy him, because I stopped doing everything that caused fights between us and he would still find something to be angry with me about. 

The only thing that would stop it would be staying home and not attending the school of my dreams, and that was never going to happen. 

Rafe wanted to keep me here, under his thumb, and I wasn’t having it. I saw a life bigger than the one I had on Kildare, and he didn’t like that. He hated the idea of me not being under his complete control, of not being able to watch my every move and control every aspect of my environment.

He hated that I was developing a mind of my own; that I was no longer pliable and willing to allow him to mold me into the doll he wanted me to be all this time. He hated that I was becoming headstrong and wasn’t the naive girl that he thought I would be forever.

The jealousy and obsession was something that was clear as day to me now. 

I remained silent for most of the car ride, unwilling to break the silence that he initiated once he slammed the door shut in my face. I watched the trees on the side of the road blow by as we passed them, the setting sun leaving a faint orange glow behind them. 

I was seething, but so was Rafe. I didn’t want to say anything because I knew him well enough to wait until the car stopped. He was already speeding down the empty road, and I’d experienced enough argument filled car rides with him to know better.

There are only so many times a person needs to threaten to crash the car with both of you in it before you start to believe them.

I waited until we were a few blocks away from my house before I spoke, the sight of the familiar neighborhood letting me know I was safe enough to bring it back up.

“Am I a slut, or are you just an insecure little bitch?” I say.

The car stops abruptly and I fly forward, the jerky movement of the car nearly flinging me out of my seat. Rafe stays quiet for a moment, stoic face staring at the darkening street ahead from the windshield. 

“What did you just say?” His head slowly turns to face me, his dark blonde eyebrows knit together in furious disbelief. He showcases the same feeling that ran through me just before we left Tannyhill.

“I asked if you’re an insecure little bitch?” I repeat myself louder this time, confidence and fury flowing hot through my veins. “‘Cause, a real man has no problem with the things his girlfriend wears. He has no problem with the places his girlfriend goes, or the people his girlfriend talks to. But—you wouldn’t know that, would you?”

Rafe’s tongue pokes through his cheek, eyes filled with a rage that turns the ocean a navy color.

I can feel the heat radiating off of him, the sight of his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel almost making me fear he would snap the piece of equipment in half from the pressure. 

We stare at each other for a few minutes, the chirping cicadas outside filling the silence between us. 

“Get the fuck out.” Rafe is statuesquely still but his voice is shaky, the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing catching my eye briefly. 

Scoffing, I grab my purse from the floor and yank the door open. I hop out of the tall car into the warm air of the evening, the feeling of Rafe’s eyes weighing heavy on my back as he watches me pull down the skirt that had ridden up on the drive over.

“Gladly.” I take hold of the door and slam it shut, the sound of metal on metal surely traveling through the houses lining the street. “Fucking asshole…” I mumble lowly as I begin to walk the remaining distance to my house.

I would have gotten out on my own anyways, I didn’t need his instruction. I didn’t need anything from him–especially this.

Rafe’s gradual change in behavior never failed to leave me confused and frustrated. Maybe I was naive and malleable when we first met, maybe I wore rose-tinted glasses and let his sweet gestures cast a shadow over his innate desire to control every aspect of my life–but I was young then. I was inexperienced, and I didn’t know what I do now. 

I would probably still be that same girl if I never went to college. Rafe would still have me under his thumb and I would let him do whatever he wanted.

That’s exactly why we’re always fighting now; his inability to control me–or my refusal to let him. 

It would be false to say that the man doesn’t still have a hold on me. If he didn’t, then we wouldn’t be together. I would have kicked him to the curb months ago, but I didn’t. 

I still love him. Rafe is still a part of my world and I don’t want that to change; but he can no longer be my whole world. I cannot allow my entire life to revolve around him anymore, to be about what satisfies him and makes him happy. 

He knows that, but it’s still not enough for him. 

It will never be enough until I’m back on this island forever; destined to be a trophy wife for the heir of the Cameron fortune.

A future filled with five kids—three girls and two boys to be exact, because that’s what Rafe wants—, pretending to care about the latest Figure 8 gossip with other Kildare housewives. Stuck in that godforsaken manor for the rest of my life, drinking my days away as I think about what my life could have been. 

That’s what Rafe wanted for us, for me. He wanted me to stay wide-eyed and wet behind the ears like I was when we first met, but I wasn’t as stupid as he thought I was. Even if it took me a long time to figure that out for myself.

I’m smarter than that.

[simic-initiate]

The episode "Mr. Universe" from Steven Universe: Future is still one of my favorite episodes of television. Steven's realization that his father is just...some guy. Some guy who used to be some kid who flew through life by the seat of his pants to stick it to his stifling parents. Steven's bewildered frustration that his father would so thoroughly reject these things that Steven feels would have been huge comforts to him.

Along with saying so much we didn't know before about Greg there is much told to us without dialogue or implications that aren't stated. There are no photos of Steven in the home of Greg’s parents, no pictures of Rose, nothing of Greg Universe. The only image of him we see in the home is when he was younger in a family photo where he is the only one trying to smile.

The fact that Greg has sent at least six letters to his parents and none of them have even been opened is rather telling. Greg has reached out, but there is no evidence that Steven's grandparents have ever had any interest in their son's life since he left home at the age of twenty.

This does not seem to register to Steven though, he's excited to learn about family he never knew and about his father's youth, something Greg is still trying to get away from even now. As Steven gets out his father's old yearbook, delighted to find a young Greg with braces he snaps a picture on his phone. Instead of being a conversation about fondly remembered home life, Greg is dismissive and distant about nearly everything that had to do with his parents, school or his hometown with one exception. The CD that inspired him to be the man he is.

Getting in the van with his father's prized CD Steven is horrified to learn that his family name was just a song title his dad liked.

Greg insists at every turn that his life growing up was terrible, downright suffocating. All Steven sees is a kid dealing with somewhat strict parents, he's seen that before in Connie. Sure Connie's mother was somewhat controlling but it was because she cared, surely that's what Mr. and Mrs. DeMayo were like, right?

This isn't an episode about who's right or wrong to be feeling one way or the other, it's a father and son both entirely failing to connect. Steven experiences more visible discomfort than in maybe any other episode as his disillusionment deepens with every word out of Greg's mouth. Greg, meanwhile, is so swept up in his nostalgia over the first thing he felt ever gave him joy as a kid that he completely misses how upset this is making Steven. Culminating in a livid rant about how his father's fair-weather lifestyle kept him from being a normal kid he declares "My problem isn't that I'm a gem! My problem is I'm a Universe!"

After wrecking the Van (arguably Greg's most treasured possession) and coming to, Steven is faced with his father who shrugs off the damage to the vehicle and the peril Steven caused, Greg saying "I'm proud of you."

Steven is beside himself with confusion that this would be what is father tells him after he nearly got him killed, Greg begins telling him why, that he is proud Steven has the guts to tell him off and 'talk to him about anything', at this point Greg slowly becomes white-noise as Steven tunes him out. He has given up on trying to understand the thing that is his father. He listlessly looks at his phone, at the yearbook picture he took

and he deletes it. The episode ends. There's no schmaltzy reconciliation, no understanding is reached. This never gets brought up again in the show, it's just 10 minutes of a boy realizing his father is a flawed stranger that happen to raise him.

[keresnotceres]

TF 141: General Headcanons

[sfw] cw: substance use, mention of injury

some of these are so stupid i’m sorry

Has never taken a nap in his life. Literally never. If he says he’s “going to take a nap” no he’s not. He’s going to lay in his bed and talk shit about people to himself.

Is not allowed to watch any war movie whatsoever. Will either complain about how inaccurate the warfare or death scenes are or will pass the fuck out. Head tilted back on the couch, arms crossed, legs spread. Neck pain for DAYS.

Prefers handheld consoles like the DS or Gameboy to any home consoles. Likes to feel that it’s his and if anyone wants to take it away from him, they’ll have to pry it from his strong ass grip.

SPEAKING OF. If you hand him like anything to hold onto he will have the tightest fucking grip on it. Bro it’s not gonna run away from you!!! Be gentle!!!

Casual smoker. Picked up the habit from being around Price too much and now he likes to smoke away stress with a cigarette or two.

Constantly hits his head getting out of cars. Literally cannot catch a break due to underestimating how tall he is compared to any vehicle.

Finds it very difficult to smile, even if he’s happy. Showing emotion in general is really hard for him, usually will only do it around people he trusts the most. Showing emotion to someone makes him feel vulnerable and weak, the complete opposite of how he presents himself.

Finds comfort in making tiny wood trinkets. Likes the motions of carving and having complete control over the little statue. Usually makes them when he’s on leave so that he doesn’t have to go out and that he isn’t distracted on base. He often gives carvings as gifts to his teammates/loved ones.

Shows affection through smaller, less noticeable gesture. Remembers small details about yourself or stories you tell; likes to bring you small trinkets he’s made that resemble things you’ve mentioned you like. Will talk to you about your interests, like what books or movies you like, and will have in depth conversations about your favorite parts of them.

Cracks his knuckles like way too much for it to be normal. He’s gotta have joint pain, because god damn the entire team hears it throughout the day. Just woke up? Cracking his knuckles. Doing paperwork? Cracking his knuckles. Does it on purpose to tick off Soap sometimes.

Absolutely LOVES making playlists/mixtapes for his friends. If you ask him to compile a list of songs that reminds him of you it will be in your hands in less than a day.

Is the friend that you go to when you don’t know what you need, but it’s something. You wanna go out and drink? He’s down. You just want to hang out at home and watch something? Get cozy! You need to gossip about someone? Fuck yeah.

Was probably the kid in school that everybody knew of but nobody was like good friends with. Like everybody liked him, he was cool, but he just didn’t like anyone else.

The only person in the 141 who can somewhat dance. Can he bust a life-altering move if the dance floor? Not really, but he definitely can do a few basic moves and can actually get with the rhythm. Prefers to listen to music than dance to it.

Probably called Price ‘Dad’ accidentally when talking to his civilian friends and had to backtrack so hard he almost choked on a saltine cracker.

Mastered the art of looking like he’s paying attention when he’s really not. Useful when it comes to the boring ass stories some of the COs go off on tangents about.

Terrific at word games, especially Scrabble. Catch him with only vowels and he will be making words you didn’t even know existed. However, he’s not the greatest at Monopoly. He thinks he’s going to win when he doesn’t buy much first round but ends up going bankrupt after having to pay everyone for their properties.

Will not let you live any embarrassing moment down. Never. He is no man’s peace. You tripped over nothing? He’ll remind you of it for the next four days. You misspelled a word in a message or on paper? He’s repeating it until he forgets it. You opened a cabinet and proceeded to whack yourself in the face with the door? He’ll be laughing at the image in his head for WEEKS.

Can braid like a motherfucker. You have no idea how he learned how to braid, but holy shit he’s good at it. Literally just loves playing with your hair regardless of length. The feeling of twirling little pieces between his fingers his just really calming to him.

Was absolutely a Pokémon kid. Has an obnoxious card collection at his parents’ house that he constantly sorts through whenever he goes to visit them. Can and will show off pictures of the rarer, expensive cards he has to anyone who understands.

Likes people-watching because he likes to make up random stories about everyone who walks by. The woman talking aggressively on the phone? Her fiancé is trying to get her to sign a prenup.

Can only cry if he’s watching a really sad scene from a movie or show. Marley and Me had his ass sobbing in the theater.

Likes babysitting his nieces/nephews whenever he’s on leave. He likes having some sense of normalcy and the feeling of having a family of his own, even if they’re just his siblings’ kids.

In his flat, he sleeps with like six blankets year-round. Even in the midst of a heatwave he’s got all six just piled on top of him, sweating his damn ass off.

Likes picking up random bullet casings he finds when on missions. Like a crow.

Hates the beach with a fiery passion. No, he doesn’t wanna go get sand in every crevice of his skin and article of clothing. He also doesn’t want to feel that weird mixture of sticky and smooth for an uncertain amount of time after getting out of the ocean.

Will NEVER be caught lacking when it comes to working out on leave. Rises with the sun and hauls ass to the gym so that he can keep those tasty biceps looking good. Has Ghost’s leg day routine memorized due to being subjected to it for so long.

Likes to be close to you no matter what. Eating? Sat right next to you, eating his own meal. Debriefing? Standing halfway behind you. On a mission? Standing right next to you, gun in hand, just a hair away from physical connection.

Loves going shopping, especially when it’s with you. Will pick out the most obnoxious shirts, put them to his body, and ask “would this look good on me?” Gives constructive criticism on anything you pick out, uses it to comment on how good he thinks you look lmfao.

Almost burned his house down after burning a candle and is now afraid of ever lighting a candle ever again. No, he doesn’t care if it smells good. Do not light that damn thing in his house!!

Had a lighter collection when he was younger, but somehow managed to lose all of them except the most boring, plain white one. Has never bought any other color of lighter since.

Is not allowed to recommend movies because it will either be a boring war movie, a really old movie, or a really old and boring war movie. His music taste is somewhat better than his movie taste.

Can hold his damn liquor but refuses to get involved in drinking games because he doesn’t want to partake in “alcohol poisoning the game.”

Has the dad sneeze. It could be nice and silent and then all of a sudden there’s just an ungodly noise coming from Price’s general area. It encompasses the entire room. It strikes fear into new recruits. It’s not until Soap says ‘bless you’ that anyone realizes it was even a sneeze.

Has gotten drunk in his office with Laswell on more than one occasion and ends up talking about dumb shit he’s done in the past. Gaz walked into Price’s office to scrounge up a pen and instead left with the knowledge that Price split his head open when he was 15 after riding his bike straight into a wall.

Calls you names like “Love” or “Dear” by reflex. You don’t even have to be together for it to happen, it just slips out of his mouth. He apologizes more often than not until you tell him that you’re okay with it.

Literal heater. Exudes heat like no other. Oh, you’re cold? Stand next to him for like five minutes and you’ll be warm in no time. 9 times out of 10 his hands are warmer than yours.

Isn’t really into soccer/football but will always watch a game if it’s on. Is always stood up, hands on his hips, watching intensely and making weird noises at every move made on the field.

Is like, astronomically good at cooking but only when it comes to basic foods. Makes an absolute banger grilled cheese but dear god don’t let him attempt any sort of casserole. His fettuccine alfredo? Fantastic. His steaks? Phenomenal. Any baked goods however… Good luck.

Owns a shirt that just says “Father.” and will wear it out occasionally when he’s on leave. Has never told anyone about this shirt, he doesn’t even know why he has it.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

To kick start Pheremone Friday, I have decided to release one of my many ongoing and possibly feral thoughts out to the world early. If you want to participate tomorrow, send in an ask of your headcanons, prompts, etc here! And I will happily respond :)

Warning; Explicit Content (smut)

Art Rivals Steddie, where the both of them are Alphas and forced to sit next to each other in a venue selling art. Steve on the left and Eddie on the right side of the table they share. It’s not like they can’t get along, they can on occasion. With soft compliments here and there.

Eddie’s convinced Steve hates him, if the others pheromones are anything to go by Steve loathes him.

Steve on the other hand is using every ounce of self control to not jump the other alpha. Steve has been very close to starting a rut just because of Eddie. Afraid that Eddie knows when in reality Eddie is misunderstanding completely.

It all comes to a head when the two of them are invited to go out to lunch with a couple other artists. To be polite they agree, but somehow get forced into carpooling together as Steve’s ride had to go home and Eddie’s vehicle is the only one able to handle carrying all of his art and Eddie’s at the same time.

The lunch is intense to say the least. Steve and Eddie had sat in silence the entirety of the way there and through most of the meal. Only a few words spoken here and there.

It’s not until they get back to Steve’s when either of them say anything, and that’s Eddie offering to help carry art work in. As they are carrying stuff in Eddie accidentally sees a stack of photographs. All of Steve nude. The photos are going to some gallery he discovers before hes practically jumped when he shows any sign of arousal.

It’s heated as Steve tugs Eddie backwards. The both of them stumbling into the room where Steve paints instead of his bed room. Both of their clothes being tossed in the hallway before they are seperating to see where they were. One mischievous glance from Eddie and Steve is on his stomach, unable to hold himself up, covered in paint. His knot is starting to swell up, rubbing back and forth against the canvas paper purposely placed underneath him. Leaving blue stains where ever it goes.

Eddie’s hands are purposely dipped into paint, touching where ever he can on Steve. His hips, his ribs, his chest, ass and at one point his knot.

Eddie’s Grunting as he thrusts into Steve as hard as he can, his own knot beginning to catch against Steve’s rim. He holds off, waiting for Steve to cum first. And when he finally does Eddie is quick to turn Steve around on his back to purposely cum over his chest. Smirking as it mixes with dried paint and Steve’s cum on the canvas.

Both of them are panting, bodies close before Eddie is eagerly getting Steve worked up again. When they are both ready, Eddie’s sliding back in and going at it again. This time Steve’s hands are leaving scratches and painted finger prints down Eddie’s back as his own arches off the ground.

When Eddie finally cums in Steve, they are both a mess. Covered in cum and paint.

They have a lot to talk about, but for now they both laugh as they look at their first shared piece. (That would later sell for 20k)