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[badlywrittenfilth]

Currently obsessing over the idea of having a pretty little thing around the house to covertly hypnotize during ordinary domestic duties.

Coming up behind her while she's doing the dishes, slipping my arms around her waist and dropping her gently into trance.

Pulling her in for a spontaneous slow dance while she's vacuuming, she hardly even notices I'm talking as he head nods, dips and comes to rest on my shoulder.

When I finish, I'll take care of her memories; as far as she'd ever remember I was just being sweet, if a little cheesy.

She won't know why my scent is suddenly so intoxicating; was it always like that? She's so embarrassed whenever I catch her hiding some of my dirty clothes, but she just can't stop herself.

She won't know why she keeps catching herself staring at my hands, there's just something compelling about them. How would it they feel around her throat?

She won't know why she's suddenly fantasizing about being bullied. Why she suddenly yearns to be degraded and humiliated, called names and teased.

When she finally breaks down and asks me to hit her, and call her cruel names, to just abuse her, I'll feign shock, and reluctance, but I'll let her convince me - if that's what she really wants.

Before long the game will be up, I'll have let her "turn me into" the monster she doesn't know why she craves.

And I'll never let her forget it. I'll never let her forget she made me this way. It's her fault, and she deserves the consequences.

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Am I the only one who felt sad when Rio used Beth's family to threaten her in S4E8? I remember when he hid his gun because Dean came out with one of their kids back in season 2. He must have been really frustrated by that point to have to use them to get Beth to cooperate. Do you think it was out of character?

Anon, love this question! I’ve been thinking about it, trying to find a way to put ✨vibes✨ into words. Because so much of 4.08 seems confusing unless you read into all of Rio’s motivations for the entirety of season 4. I have no idea what the writing actually intended, but I will never view Rio as someone who kills or even scares children. Just like you said, he hid his gun so Emma wouldn’t be frightened.

The Brio conversation at the bar is very specific. They have an entire pitcher of beer between them. And half of it is gone. She has her bourbon that looks barely touched. This just seems to be a thought out meeting where Rio maybe sat for a while and waited for her and contemplated his best approach. This wasn’t an emotional conversation where he, in his frustration, behaved out of character. This is a calculated maneuver in which he said what he needed to say to make the events of 4.08 happen.

I think one of the most telling pieces of dialogue in the entire episode is how Rio begins this conversation. “You and me, we got a real opportunity here.” You and me! For all the flack Rio gets for his poor communication skills, he outright told her. You and me. We. We can do whatever we want.

Of course, Beth being Beth, she never understands when he speaks. And doesn’t trust his judgment. To be fair, he was being vague and not telling her his whole plan. (And I’m in the camp of “Rio planned his own arrest” which you kinda have to be in to agree with any of this.) This entire conversation was Rio calmly and patiently trying to maneuver her where she needed to be. He needed her to play the snitch. She was doing it anyway. So he was giving her room to do her thing and he would use it to their benefit. She was just being confrontational, understandably, so he had to say some things… Look how he looks at her so seriously at the end. “You feel me?” Get it, Elizabeth??? Just do it. Play your part and stop arguing.

I don’t think he liked saying it. There was no real malice in his eyes in this scene. He just seemed resigned. Tired even. Quiet. Like he’d gone over all of it and this was the only way. He even comforted her in the end, because he knew he’d scared her. But he needed her motivated. Incentive.

The heartbreaking thing about this episode is that they both sat around contemplating how to choose each other. Rio over his pitcher of beer, Beth in her hot tub. And they each tried. The problem is that Rio never knew how she tried. He didn’t see how despite him threatening her children’s lives she STILL tried to choose him and protect him. And I understand how Rio’s emotions seem all over the place in this episode, but I think that makes sense with the decision he ultimately made. Just because he chose her doesn’t mean it wasn’t difficult to do. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t still hurtful to know she would never reciprocate what he was feeling and what he was willing to do for her. He didn’t think he’d ever be her choice and even though he thought he was prepared for it, it still broke his heart when it happened.

I will NEVER get over this shot. My favorite shot of the entire series.

But he knew what he was doing. Had he wanted to kill her family, he could easily have done it. It wasn’t what he ever meant to do. He just needed her to play her part, be her usual selfish self, and not choose him. So he could keep choosing her.

“You and me, we got a real opportunity here.”

“We can do whatever we want.”

😭😭😭

His plan worked. Almost. Until Nick got involved.

(Also, was that the first time he’d been in her bedroom since they had sex in it? Because some of his uncharacteristic vulnerability was probably triggered by what that space meant to them. “You should go.”)

[crmsnmth]

Broken Toys

Your favorite toy is that of a broken man A pliable piece of skin and muscle For you to create in your own vain image Draining out what once was this man's personality Like a little lobotomy for the soul Down to nothing But those autonomic nerve signals

You play the queen bee that you've always want to be Brainwashing the rules into the members of your cult And you know just how to keep him Docile. Cheap. Cold.

You always say it's for the best and that he should go get some rest

He is punished just for mentioning her name Ignoring him, just like his parent's discipline was And she knows that She knows just how to get her hooks deep within him Using those biggest fears as weapons And you somehow use his own apathy against him

I know better I know better I know better At least, I really thought I did

[redskybeach]

Broken Toys: A Novel

Broken people are willing to risk everything because they have nothing to lose...

Combat-wounded Sergeant Lucky Frank Brandt is taking pickup work to supplement his medical retirement paycheck in a world where his skillsets are rewarded. As he plies his trade from the New Orleans slums to the Utah desert, his success puts him on a short list that will catapult him into the seats of power.

Captain Claire Hoffman’s life changed when an IED cut her Humvee in half, taking her legs with it. Struggling as a double amputee, army nurse Hoffman returned to school in search of a new way forward. The CIA, looking to fill a quota, offered her that opportunity. 

Laurel Vega-Mendoza, a congresswoman from Texas, is tapped to fill a vacancy when the United States Vice President suddenly dies in office. Now on a trajectory to fill the sitting president's shoes, she casts about for people she can trust among the most untrustworthy group of scoundrels on the planet.

Unbeknown to them, an extrasolar spacecraft devoid of organic life crashed in the Pamir Mountains on the Roof of the World on November 4, 1932. There, in that place, an intelligence awaits its resurrection.

In a world of risks and rewards, they are poised to do things you wouldn’t.

[driver270]

*Adds RID 2015 Grimlock to the list of toys that didn't age well quality-wise*

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I love how my toys still try to be humans, dumb things can't understand that they're no longer people, they're just holes for me to use for my pleasure.

It's good to see their minds broken little by little while I use them, seeing the thought slowly vanishing and being replaced but the desperation to serve their master, drooling with legs spread for me to use and abuse them the way I see fit. It takes a while, but soon enough the will to resist ends and they become perfect broken toys

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rescued from thrift store today ... bottom says 2007, so i am impressed it's very clearly Hayden lol

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[driver270]

Overdue Toy Shelf Dusting Part I

[Smoker's cough] That's one shelf down...

[Louder smoker's cough] And that's the first of two (of five) Detolfs down. Why did I put this off for as long as I did? 😶‍🌫️

Sadly, there was a casuality of cleaning. Classic Play Arts Cait Sith's tail snapped at the base. While it definitely sucks, I have to remind myself that the oldest of these figures are approaching 18 years old now.

Part II is coming once I process this trauma. 🤪

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[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.