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crowsofdarkness · 1 month ago

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Arranged: Chapter Five

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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: This was a story of mine on an old blog and I wanted to publish it on here. Since it's quite a long fic, I've decided to slowly updated it chapter by chapter. If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!

Bucky was at my back while Steve led the way up the front steps and they quickly ushered me inside, with no words spoken the entire drive back home. Something wasn’t right with this meeting they were almost late for, I couldn’t shake the weight in my stomach.

“Steve, can you take her to her room and stay with her until I’m finished?” Bucky asked.

“I’m not going to be held prisoner. You said it yourself, I can have free reign,” I reminded him.

Steve simply placed a hand at the small of my back, trying to lead me upstairs, however my foot remained planted in the main entry way of the house. That was when Bucky’s other two bodyguards stepped in, ready to grasp my elbows to drag me upstairs. My yells of protests bounced off the walls.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I sneered.

Bucky stepped between his men, anger flushing his cheeks. “Let’s get one thing straight, you don’t ever lay a finger on her, understand? She is to only be handled by Steve or I.”

“Boss, all do respect, she’s been a pain since she’s first arrived,” Jake, one of his men said.

The other man, Ryan, agreed with a nod.

“Excuse me?” I asked, shocked.

“Listen lady, I’d suggest you keep my mouth shut. You have no idea what you got yourself into,” Jake snapped.

A shriek fell from my lips as I watched Bucky wrap his metal fingers around Jake's throat and pinned him against the back of the front door, feet dangling inches above the floor.

“Bucky, stop.” I placed a hand on his other arm but it was as if Bucky couldn’t feel my touch.

Jake was gasping, swallowing, for any ounce of air around him as Bucky tightened the grip on his throat. Jake scratched and clawed at the metal arm but failed, it not having any effect on Bucky.

“I’d suggest you apologize to my future wife.”

Nothing came out of Jake’s lips so Bucky squeezed harder.

“Sorry,” Jake choked out.

“Okay, let him go,” I said to Bucky.

He still wouldn’t drop him so this time I did my best to step between the two of them.

“God damnit, Bucky. Let. Him. Go!”

Bucky’s gaze bounced from Jakes to mine and when he saw my worried one, he reluctantly dropped Jake to the floor; his gasps echoing down the halls.

“You’re lucky I need you two assholes for this meeting otherwise you’d be gone,” Bucky threatened towards Ryan, who had been standing there, head down and avoiding the wrath of Bucky.

“Y/N, let's get upstairs,” Steve suggested.

“Well it’s about time you showed up. I’ve been waiting over an hour.”

All eyes landed on the new man that entered the room. He was dressed in a suit that screamed expensive and he placed his glasses into his pocket, brown eyes resting on my face. The smile that crept to his lips didn’t sit well with me.

“You must be the bride to be. I’m Tony Stark, an associate of your lover boy here. Will you be joining us?”

I stared at Tony’s extended hand and before I could even make the choice to shake it, Bucky had his hand on my hip and was leading me towards the stairs.

“Not this time, Stark,” Bucky grumbled before motioning towards Steve. “She doesn’t have to stay in her room. Make sure she stays away from my office.”

“Ah, come on Barnes. She would be a real asset,” Tony spoke once again.

Bucky’s metal fingers twitched with rage so I reached for them and linked our hands together. He immediately eased into my touch, eyes softening as I looked into his eyes.

“I’ll be up in my room. Come find me when you’re finished?” I suggested.

He quickly nodded before he composed himself, ushering all the men to follow him towards his office.

There was a nice breeze that afternoon, fall in New York fast approaching, and I smiled while bringing the blanket closer to me. I had been sitting on the balcony of my bedroom, watching the fast night life of the city approaching. Even if Barnes Manor was secluded, we were high up on a hill that you could still see the constant movement of cars driving through the city.

I had a book perched on my lap but after reading the same sentence a handful of times, I had closed it with a long sigh. My mind had been wrapped up in what was happening downstairs and if Bucky would be finishing up soon. It had been almost two hours since he disappeared into his office, Steve standing outside my bedroom door that whole time. I mentioned it a few times to him that he didn’t need to stay, he could do whatever he wanted.

“I figured you could use the company.”

The only positive thing about Bucky being in that meeting for so long was that I was able to do a bit of research on this mystery man.

Tony Stark was a billionaire, one of the few in New York. He had lost his parents when he was in college but he never let that affect him. He created his own empire by investing in other smaller companies and building them high for success.

A silent investor is what his Wikipedia page said.

What confused me was that Bucky had money, lots of it. He didn’t need Stark or his money so I had no idea what his part in Bucky’s company was.

To be honest, I didn’t even know what Bucky was working in or into. All I knew was that he was a feared mob boss.

But did I want to know that information? Could I live with what he does to the people that go against his orders?

“Y/N?”

I looked over my shoulder and gave a smile to Steve, who was leaning against the doorframe to the balcony.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

Steve ran a hand through his long hair and nodded. “Bucky sends his apologies. His meeting is running a bit longer than expected.”

I shrugged. “It’s alright. I’ve got plenty of time.”

He could hear the falter in my voice. “Did you want to talk? About anything?”

I hesitated. “Is that a good idea? From what I hear, you and Bucky are best friends. I don’t want to say something that would upset you.”

Steve shook his head with a chuckle. “It wouldn’t be anything I hadn’t heard before. Buck may come off as a hard ass but he really does care about the people closest to him. Plus, I’m here for you; safety wise and someone to vent too.”

“Well, in that case,” I pointed to the seat next to me. “Have a seat.”

“So, Bucky tells me you two are doing a courthouse wedding?” Steve asked while straightening out his dress shirt.

I nodded. “When I think of a wedding, it's supposed to be this huge celebration where you prove your love for one another in front of your loved ones.”

“I understand that,” Steve said.

“I wish my parents did,” I sighed. “They’re upset because they arranged this whole thing to make sure the rest of my life I didn’t have to worry about anything.”

“You didn’t get a say in this?”

I shook my head while fidgeting with the rings on my fingers. “Nope and I can’t go against my parents; it was the number one rule while growing up.”

Steve looked at my fingers and his brow raised in confusion when he saw the bare finger on my left hand.

“No ring yet?” He questioned.

“Oh,” I looked at my hand. “I don’t think Bucky is going to give me one, to be honest.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Steve suggested with a smirk.

Suddenly, I felt a large presence behind me and when I looked over my shoulder, the pace of my heart began to quicken. Bucky was leaning against the railing, a smirk playing at his lips. He must have been so quiet as he walked in because I didn’t hear a thing.

“Hi,” I breathed.

“Steve keeping you company?” He questioned.

“Yeah. Is that alright?”

I couldn’t tell if Bucky was upset with Steve and I being alone.

He nodded. “Steve’s the only one I trust to leave you with.”

“Meeting go alright?” Steve questioned while he rose to his feet.

Bucky nodded. “Do you mind bringing the car around? I’ve got an errand to run.”

Steve quietly excused himself, leaving Bucky and I alone.

“What about Jake?” I asked.

From what I could tell, he had been Bucky’s driver.

Bucky’s eyes clouded over with darkness, only for a moment. “He won’t be working for me anymore.”

With the curtness in his voice, I decided not to press on with the issue. But I didn’t miss the splatter of blood on Bucky’s metal knuckles.

“So,” I changed the subject. “I’m assuming you have other plans then?”

He nodded. “I’ll only be gone an hour. Since Steve will be with me, can you promise that you won’t go anywhere?”

“I’ve got nowhere to go,” I shrugged.

Bucky let out a sad sigh while stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. “I don’t want to make you feel like a prisoner, Y/N.”

I disagreed with his worry. “You don’t. I’m still settling in so it’ll take me some time.”

“Would that stop you from spending some alone time with me tonight?” Bucky noticed my hesitation. “I’ll cook you dinner, that’s it. Please?”

I gnawed on my lip at how cute he looked when he begged. “Sure. I’d like that.”

Bucky nodded. “Dining room. Seven o'clock.”

“Seven o'clock,” I repeated before watching him walk out of the room, not before throwing another smile to me over his shoulder.

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dckweed · 1 year ago

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Sooo glad you posted a second part of the Jakex best friend baby story. A huuuge hug for you =) so in a matter of fact I squealed a bit as I read that you're accepting requests for this story. So I would have an idea, maybe you like it, if not I'm still going to read EVERYTHING you write =)

I'm thinking of reader is feeling off for days, like feeling dizzy and stressed out. The nausea is also taking a toll on her. One evening at the Hard Deck with the whole squad a woman is approaching Jake... Unfortunately it's his ex girlfriend. She immediately flirts with him and making the reader really uncomfortable. Jake tries to get rid of his bitchy ex by showing off reader and introducing her to his ex. She's already sporting a small bump, which his ex notices. Later reader goes to the bathroom, not feeling so hot, but Jake's ex follows her and corners her at the bathroom insulting reader for being a slut, being pregnant and stealing Jake, absolutely stressing the pregnant woman out. After her harassment she leaves the bathroom leaving reader alone. The whole situation worsens her feeling sick and she collapses in one of the stalls.

Just need some huuuge whump and Jake and the Daggers being protective. Maybe you can use some of my ideas.

P.S.: it's so brave that you share your personal story here with us. You're a strong young woman. I belive in you!

hiii thank you for sending this in! absolutely love the idea! and thank you so much, i feel like eating disorders and the struggles that come with them aren't something thats spoken of enough and i really would like to bring awareness by sharing my own story :) so, if anyone has any questions about that, feel free to send them in ! I'm here to advocate and be a voice..if you think you have one or know someone who does and dont know how or where to get help, i got you, if you're wondering how to cope with symptoms, i got you!

in the meantime however, i give you my comfort loves, jake and babygirl! please feel free to send in any requests, comments or thoughts that you may have for this particular series ! and in lieu of halloween, this is officially halloween themed.

p.s. how are we doing today? are we hydrated? have we had a snack or two? this is your reminder to go do both if you haven't already! also does someone want to possibly make a boodboard for jake and babygirl?? full credit would go to you in every post if i use it !

warnings: elusions to sex and actual soft sex mentioned and described as well as cockwarming briefly mentioned, pregnancy, fainting, hospitals, grown adults bullying essentially

the babygirl series part three, part two here

BABYGIRL, the playlist

INSECURITIES. jake 'hangman' seresin

Your breathing was even as you layed on your back, one of your legs caught between his. The NAVY tshirt you were wearing (his navy tshirt) rode up to rest just beneath your glorious breasts with your arms raised up, one tucked under the pillow next to your head, the other laid across his chest, your tummy on full display. You had been with him for just over a month now, having extended your two week vacation indefinitely. He knew you two would have to fly home sometime soon, to pack up the things in your apartment and eventually make your way over to your families ranch's to let them know what was going on, but he didn't want to think about that, not now when had what felt like all the time in the world to admire you.

Your stomach rose and fell with every breath and almost instinctively he finds his hand resting there, thumb rubbing gently back and forth over the small but slowly growing more prominent baby bump you were beginning to sport. You had been shy about him doing that, and he knew that it was because in the back of your mind, that little baby growing in you hadn't come from him, but if you asked him, that little girl in there was his, even without the Seresin blood. He hadn't ran away or called you names when you had told him, infact, it had only drawn him to you more. You were his, and so was the little miracle you were growing and he wasn't afraid to admit it either. Hell, he had gone that night to the Hard Deck, a dopey grin on his face as he walked in with your hand in his and had announced it to the entire bar, happily telling his friends and Penny about the bun in your proverbial oven. He couldn't help but smile at the memory.

You shift after another moment, a small groan coming from your throat as you turn towards him, head pressed against his chest now. He presses a content kiss to the top of your messy hair adjusting you so that his arm was under you now, holding you against him. The bedroom was still dark but sunlight was slowly starting to seep through the small slit in the curtains, lighting up a small patch of the floor and the bed. He wondered if he should get up and open the window for you, maybe brew a pot of the decaf coffee he'd immediately switched you to when he found out about the baby.

He's about to decide against the thoughts, not wanting to wake you, not when you were sleeping so soundly after having a rough week of being sick and uncomfortable, you beat him to it though, your soft whine reaching his ears. "Mornin' babygirl.." He says, southern accent more prominent in his gruff morning voice. A smile spreads across his lips, as easy as butter glides across toasts as you lift your head up slowly, sleepy eyes meeting his before planting a long and slow good morning kiss on him. "You were sleeping so good, i didn't want to wake you up.."

You hum, trying to gather your sleepy wits about you, even though it had only been a month, jake was usually the only thing you noticed in the mornings, his warmth and love completely enveloping you, the only thing your mind could register besides the nausea usually rolling in your tummy, so it took you a moment to fully wake up.

After a few minutes of snuggling into your boyfriend, his hand rubbing your belly almost soothingly, you decide that you don't feel queasy enough to run to the bathroom right away (a godsend, really) and you shift yourself so that you're sitting atop of him, legs on either side of his hips, comforter slouched around your legs.

He looks up at you with an amused smile, large hands gliding up your thighs to land on your hips, just underneath of the baggy tshirt you'd stolen from him. "Somethin' i can help you with?" He asks, sleepy southern drawl sending shockwaves through your body as the hands on your hips grind you down against him, you were still bare from the night before, the two of you having stayed up late together just making love to each other.

You were insatiable when it came to him, maybe it was years of pent up sexual tension, maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was just that you guys were so perfect for each other that you literally could not get enough of one another, whatever it was though, neither of you was complaining. You had never been more satisfied from just one single touch before, had never been left craving more of the person you were with until you had been with Jake.

"Have time for a proper good morning, fly boy?" You ask teasingly, already lifting the hem of your shirt to toss it onto the floor, which was where most of your clothes had been finding their home these days when it came to the bedroom.

"Keep it on for me, babygirl, want you to wear it while i watch you ride me," You hadn't even noticed that one of his hands had already been between your bodies, but he was sliding his cock out of his boxers and gliding you down onto it as he spoke, a sigh of pleasure already leaving your lips before you're even sunk down fully onto him. "Feel so good babygirl," He groans, already pussy drunk off of you.

His fingers grip tighter onto your hips as you ride him lazily, hips moving back and forth in a languid but pleasurable pace, his hips bucking up into yours softly. "Jake," You whine, hands planted on his hard chest, fingers curled into the coarse hairs that scattered there, he grunts in response as he thrusts up into you, his massive hands pulling you down to meet his cock with each one. "so full baby, feels so good jakey.." Your words only fueled his ego, his eyebrows furrowing as he pumps up into you, you were both still overly sensitive from the night before and he knew that he wasn't going to last long, and neither were you judging by the way your nails dug into the skin of his chest.

Jake furrows his brows deeper, watching your face contort with pleasure as he continues to slowly fuck up into your overly sensitive body, his own toes curling into the mattress as he tries to stave off his own orgasm, a feat proving much harder than he had originally thought with the noises that escaped you and the way your pussy felt clamping around him right then.. "..so pretty, babygirl, always so fucking pretty for me.." He grunts out, feeling the way you clench down on him, hearing the whine come from your throat as you cum, your thighs shaking on either side of him. "..that's it baby, thats it.." He says, not too far behind you. He cums as your body sags against his, his hands on your ass the only thing holding you steady as you bury your head in his neck, leaving small kisses along the top of his collar bone.

"..Do you have to go to work, baby?" You ask, lifting your head up to look at him, the pout that he had never been able to say no to adorning your lips.

You can't help but smirk a little as your boyfriend throws his head back with a groan, one of his hands snaking its way up your back. "Babygirl, i would give anything to stay home with you attached to me like this all day long," his voice is thick, that accent ever so present as he tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear. "but i gotta go to work, we're running flight trainings today.." Though they were a permanent mission squad within the TOP GUN training academy, they weren't always training for missions and today was one of those days where they got to run flights with the newer admissions who all thought they were the shit. Otherwise known as, Jake Seresin Gets To Show Off day.

You groan and drop your head to his chest, listening to him chuckle at you before he kisses the top of your head. "Fine, shower with me?" You lift your head up, a playful waggle to your eyebrows that he just can't say no to.

"I think that can be arranged." He says with a smile, his arms wrapping around your ass to hold you as he swiftly stands up with you, making you squeal in surprise as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him in fear of falling. Your ass meets the cold counter of the bathroom sink as he sets you down on it, peppering your face with kisses as he flips the light switch, making you giggle and smile that beautiful smile he loved so much. "Don't move."

"Yes Sir!" You chuckle, watching as he opens the shower door and steps in, turning it on. "Make sure its hot baby!" You instruct, practically feeling his eyes roll into the back of his head despite doing as you said.

"I will never understand you and the volcanic level of hot water you bathe in, how do you even have skin left?" He asks, voice serious as he walks over to you, stepping between your legs as he reaches behind you to turn the faucet on with one hand while the other reaches above your head, grabbing the bottle he'd seen you use every morning since you'd been with him.

"It's relaxing!" You argue, voice raising an octave as you try not to laugh at him when he suddenly splashes your face with cold water. "Excuse me for not liking to take an ice plunge every time i step into the shower," You cackle, causing him to start laughing as he brings his hands to your cheeks, gently rubbing them with your favorite facial cleanser. You hadn't even noticed him put it on his fingers, but it felt like he was massaging your face and it felt damn good. "You spoil me, you know?" You hum, relaxing into his touch, eyes closing. He could have lulled you back to sleep like that if he wanted to.

Jake grunts in disagreement. "I don't spoil you nearly enough, babygirl." He states, completely believing it. He wouldn't tell you but he was already planning how to ask you to marry him, he didn't need to wait a year, or even until the baby was born, he knew you were the one for him and he just couldn't wait to spoil you even more once you were his wife, and spoil the hell out of the little hellions you guys would have together.

After a minute he grabs a soft wash cloth from the drawer by the sink and wets it only a little, gently wiping the cleanser off of your face for you. The action of the thing was just so freaking sweet, and so fucking Jake that you didn't have the heart to tell him that you weren't supposed to wipe away the cleanser like that. It doesn't take long before the shower has steamed up the whole bathroom and he's helping you off of the counter before leading you into the shower, letting you step under the water first after he helps you slip his navy tshirt over your head.

You hum as the water hits you, your body relaxing as you feel his thumbs kneading the skin at the base of your neck, the spot where you tend to hold all of your tension. You lean back into him and just let the water wash over you, enjoying the closeness with him.

The pleasantness of the morning only lasts for a couple of hours, not too long after Jake leaves for work (with a kiss to your cheek and a smack to your ass) the intense feeling of nausea and a pounding headache that had been plaguing you with it for the past two weeks came crawling back, you thought you had been rid of it finally when you woke up feeling perfect this morning, but of course it was too good to be true. You're hunched over the toilet for hours, the breakfast Jake had been kind enough to make you crawling its way out of your stomach.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" You ask your stomach after a nasty bout of vomiting, and as if in answer, your stomach lurches unpleasantly, though you manage not to spew everywhere this time.

You seem to be fine for the rest of the day, though your head pounds and you sit in darkness until about the time that Jake gets off work, knowing he was going to be home and excited to head straight to the hard deck with the crew for Penny's Halloween party. You had been excited too, had even planned out your costume with him but god you hadn't felt this bad before, this was the most intense day of morning sickness that you'd had the entire time you'd been pregnant. You were tempted to call it off, send him on his own, but you knew he wouldn't go. He would stay by your side and take care of you, and you didn't want that, not when he had been so excited to show you off tonight.

Despite your better judgement you start getting yourself ready around the time you know he's getting ready to leave base, you know your timing is right because you get a 'be home soon babygirl' text from him a few minutes into your endeavor. You smile at your phone for a second, wondering how you got so damn lucky to be able to be in love with your best fucking friend in the whole world..

You're in the middle of painting your small but ever present swollen baby belly with safe, brown paint, standing in the full body mirror as you do it. You're trying to make it look as much like a bun as possible, which isn't as easy as it seems when you can't physically detach your stomach and lay it flat on a table to look at and paint like you could literally anything else. You hear the front door open, and his voice carry's through it's usual greeting. "In the bedroom!" You holler back. You hear something thump onto the floor (his duffle, probably filled with his sweaty khaki uniform and underclothes) and his boots thud down the hallway.

"Hey, Babyg-" You turn to face him as soon as you peek him and his dark green flight suit in the doorway, showing off the bun you were working so hard on. Thankfully, focusing so hard on something else had pushed your nausea and headache to the back of your mind, the least of your worries as you locked eyes with your grinning boyfriend. "That looks so good Babygirl! Look at you and our little girl all dressed up for Halloween.." He steps into the room, his smile lighting his face as he brings his lips to yours, before he can even kiss you though your nose scrunches up at the smell of him, sweaty and smelling like airplane fuel and oil.

You know it's coming before your stomach even lurches and you shove him away from you so hard he lands on the bed, a shocked noise escaping him as you rush into the bathroom, sliding in front of the toilet just in the nick of time. Somewhere in the back of your mind you hear Jake rush into the bathroom behind you, crouching down with you to rub your back. You manage to wave him away as you heave and he seems to get the hint, taking a step back.

"You smell." You groan when you're sure you've finished, trying to find the strength to stand up and rinse your mouth out. Jake makes an offended noise in the back of his throat, but you shoot him a glare that tells him you're serious and it seems to shut him up.

"Right," He says, clapping his hands together as you finally stand up. "i'll shower, you finish getting ready if you feel like you're able to go..if not, we'll stay home and watch 90 day Fiancé or something.." He wouldn't admit it to you, but your reality show addiction had become one of his new favorite hobbies and he would be more than happy to spend the night in bed with you binging. Who needed a Halloween party anyway? "How many times have you done that today?"

"I'll be fine to go, that's the first time that's happened all day." You lie, sidling up next to him to rinse out your mouth, trying desperately not to breathe through your nose so you don't repeat the emptying of your already empty stomach for the tenth time today. You meet his eyes in the mirror, he's looking at you like he doesn't believe you. "Really baby," You smile, turning around to face him. You look up at the handsome man before you, trying your hardest not to breathe in his scent. "I'll be okay, just take a shower and wash all the airplane gunk off of you before it happens again."

He gives you a long look, green eyes searching your face for any sign that he shouldn't let you go tonight and just make you stay home instead, he really couldn't have cared either way about the damn halloween party, now that he had you, you were the only thing that he ever cared to spend his time with. "Okay," He concedes, ruffling your hair with his ginormous hand. You roll your eyes at the action, but your body relaxes despite feeling horrible about the lie. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

You pushed through the next hour or so, finishing your costume while Jake showered and got himself ready, eagerly talking about how the two of you were going to kick Phoenix and Bob's asses in the costume contest that Penny was hosting tonight, and how he was so excited to show you and the belly off and as you checked yourself out in the mirror, you were once again reminded of just how lucky you were to have Jake to love you and the little miracle growing inside of you.

You pushed through Jake cooking himself a quick snack, you even made it through the drive to the bar like a champ, driving his big ass truck all the way there while he lay in the back seat because he refused to take his costume off until after the contest.

You had been at the bar for a couple of hours, mingling with Bob and Phoenix for the most part, who looked adorable in their Buzz and Woody costumes, when you took a turn for the worse. You and the rest of the squad had gotten to the bar quite early to help Penny finish setting up and as it started filling up with other people from base and some of the new TOP GUN students you and Jake had somehow gotten separated and after a while of talking with Phoenix about doing a shopping trip and lunch date on her next day off you started to look around for him.

Jake was at the pool table, high fiving Bradley as he sunk a ball into one of the pockets, very obviously wining the game of pool he had been roped into with the new recruits. You cant help the smile that lights your face when he catches your eye, sending you a signature Jake Seresin smirk and a wink of his eye. You giggle to yourself, your heart feeling full of nothing but love and happiness when it came to him.

"God, you guys are so in love its honestly sickening.." Natasha mutters, rolling her eyes with a playful smile on her face as she sips her whiskey on the rocks. You cackle in laughter, pushing her shoulder gently as you leave her side and make your way over to Jake, you'd had enough of being away from his side for one night.

A couple of people move in front of you as you're walking, and you have to stop and say hello to Maverick, who had arrived stylishly late to the party. "You're glowing!" He had said, giving you a kiss on your cheek. He was honestly in complete awe of you and the affect that you had on Hangman, he had done a complete 360 since you'd gotten together and he couldn't thank you enough for it because he wasn't sure how to handle it some days.

You chat with him for a few moments before making your way to Jake, except when he comes back into your view this time there's someone else with him. A tall bottle blonde in a risqué nurses costume that was honestly probably lingerie, she had fishnet stockings on and mile high platform stripper heels.

She was the kind of girl that had always caught his attention before you.

She was the kind of girl you had always been underlyingly jealous of.

And that jealously came rearing its ugly head. Fists clenched to your sides you walked over to your boyfriend with a purpose, not even catching their conversation before you wrapped your arms around his always so toned and tight bicep that was sticking out of the arm hole of the costume he had spent time making himself.

"Hey Babygirl," He says immediately, turning his head to plant a big fat kiss on your lips, you could practically feel his body relaxing at your touch and that seemed to cause you jealousy to ease, knowing that he was being held hostage in the conversation. "Jessa, this is my Babygirl.." The woman in front of you looked at you with narrowed eyes and then looked down at your costumes, her eyes roaming from your painted pregnant belly to his oven costume and and then back again, it seemed like it took a moment for all of the wheels to turn but they finally clicked into place.

"We dated for a while, not that long ago..just wanted to come over and say hello." She says. "I had heard you were settled down but i didn't think it could possibly be true.." Her eyes never leave his as she speaks, batting her eyelashes at him as if trying to entice him.

Jake raises his beer bottle to his lips, glancing down to you as if he wasn't quite sure what to say. "Well, I hate to break it to you but..its true.." You grind out, your queasy stomach returning as you catch a whiff of her strong perfume. "I'll be right back baby.."

You barely make it to the ladies room all the way across the bar before it spews out of you. You're hunched over the toilet for a good few minutes heaving and queasing and so focused on yourself that you don't hear bathroom door squeak open again, or the stripper heels smacking against the tiled floor that Penny thankfully kept in pristine cleanliness.

You don't notice the other presence in the bathroom until you've stood up and turned around, headed to wash your hands and try to wash the small bit of vomit off of your black shirt. You stop in your tracks immediately when you spot her, arms crossed over her outrageously exposed breasts as she stands with her hip popped, as if she were looking for a fight.

"I always knew he liked easier girls, but i never thought he liked actual whores." She states, eyeing your pregnant belly with clear disdain. "I'm not stupid, i can do basic math. He stopped calling me almost two months ago, way too soon for you to be thus far pregnant with his baby."

"..excuse me?" You utter, mouth watery again as you fought of what you hoped was just nerves and not another round of throwing up..you didn't think you could go 12 rounds today and still make it through the party.

The woman cackles damn near evilly. "The way Jake always spoke about his babygirl I thought she was this pure angel. Turns out she's a fucking whore." She shakes her head, eyeing once more. "You're not his type either, he really must fucking pity you if he's fucking you like this, the poor thing.."

You can't think of anything to say, you could barely hold your head up with how suddenly dizzy you were. As she turns to leave the bathroom, the door swinging open, the vomit spews out of you like lava spewed out of Pompeii and as you sink to the floor, trying to keep your own head up, too dizzy to see straight or use your voice or even think, you couldn't help but to remember the words that she had said..that he must have pittied you..that wasn't true..right?

Natasha noticed Jessa come out of the bathroom that she had seen you go into earlier, and maybe it was just because she was slightly paranoid but she felt like she needed to poke her head in and check on you, especially after she sauntered right back up to Jake and ran her hand down his bicep after you had very clearly made it known that she needed to back off.

"Keep an eye on Jessa," She says to Bob, catching her Wizzo's attention as she slipped off of her bar stool. "I'm gonna go check on Babygirl.." Everyone had taken to calling you by Jake's nickname for you, it was practically your God given name by this point.

"On it." Bob says, taking his Shirley Temple with him as he strides from the bar top to the pool table.

Natasha pushes people out of her way, the wings of her Buzz costume doing all of the work for her as she makes her way to the restrooms, pushing the door opening and entering sideways. She hears your moan before she sees you slumped in a pool of your own throw up, your skin paler than the flourescent lighting in the small bathroom and a small sheen of sweat on your forehead. "Holy sit.." She says, crumbling down next to you, taking your head in her hands. "Babygirl? You awake?" A slight moan is the only response. "Fuck...fuck.."

She doesn't leave your side, but she thanks God for having long legs because she's able to catch the door stopper just right with her foot and open it far enough for her voice to carry. "JAKE! BOB! SOMEBODY HELP!" You moan again, your head thumping to her chest. Her voice must be loud enough because there's a drawn out silence before a scattering of feet pounding against the hardwood flooring of the Hard Deck. "Call 911!"

Jake's heart drops into his stomach as soon as he sees you, his eyes widening. "What happened?" He doesn't bother to care about the emotional crack in his voice as he drops to his knees, Bob and Rooster right behind him in the door way. "Nat, what the fuck happened?"

"I don't know, she was like this when I came in - Jessa had just come out!" She says panicking because she had never once seen Jacob Seresin look so scared and vulnerable before. "She keeps moaning and she's sweaty..Jake what if it's the baby?"

He squeezed his eyes closed, he couldn't bare to think of it, he couldn't bare to think of how sad and broken you would be..he couldn't even begin to think of how to pick up those broken pieces if that were the case, so he didn't think about it. He focused on Bob's voice behind him, on the phone with the 911 operator.

"...17 weeks pregnant, semi conscious.." Bob spoke to the person on the other end, Jake had told them all this morning how far along you were, forcefully showing everyone the pregnancy tracking app on his phone screen. Bob had remembered because of how excited Jake had been.

Jake looked at you, your head in Natasha's lap and then glanced back at Bradley who's eyes were wide with fear, an exact mimic of his own facial expression he was sure. He remembered suddenly that Natasha had said that someone had been in here before she found you..Jessa.

He was on his feet before he had even finished having the thought, shoving past Bradley who had the wherewithal to dutifully follow him as he stalked down the hallway and into the main area of the bar.

"Jessa!" He thundered, the bar going silent. She wasn't hard to find, she was one of the few girls dressed like a hooker. "What the fuck did you do? Huh?" He asks, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.

"Jake, back off man-" Bradley's hand is on his shoulder pulling him back. Jessa scoffs at both of them and rolls her eyes turning around.

"Not my fault the skanky trash can't handle the thing growing inside of her." She says to her group of friends, causing them to start cackling.

She was lucky that Nat hadn't heard her, and that he didn't go crawling back to the bathroom to send her out here to do what he knew she would have because just then flashing lights shined through the front windows of the bar. Paramedics had arrived.

"Oh now that's just fucking dramatic!" She groans to her friends as Jake walks away, causing him to turn back around to start yelling at her once more. Bradley spins him back towards the door though and he runs outside to rush them in.

When you come to you're scared out of your mind, the last thing you remember were the words Jessa had said echoing in your mouth. Your heart starts to race and you hear a monitor start to go off, there were things attached to your stomach and your arms and all of a sudden his hands were on your shoulder, weary eyes looking into yours.

"..jake? what happened?" You ask, your heart already starting to calm down and you realize that the monitor that was going off was attached to you.

"You were dehydrated, you passed out.." Jake says, pressing a kiss to your temple as one hand goes to rest on your stomach, right next to the fetal monitors. "Your OB says that it's from throwing up so much, says that you weren't getting in as much as you were getting out.." You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the pillow, kicking yourself for letting it get that bad. "Why didn't you tell me it was that bad babygirl? You scared me shitless..you scared all of us..Nat found you laying in your own vomit..she came with me, wouldn't even go home to change..she's off hounding your doctor for more information.."

You process his words, hating yourself for putting your friend in that situation, for ruining the halloween party. You open your eyes and turn to look at him. "Is the baby okay?" Your lip quivers and tears begin to stream down your face. "Jake im so sorry baby, I thought I could tough it out, I didn't want you to worry.."

Jake sighs, kissing your forehead as he wipes the tears from your eyes, letting you know that the baby was okay, and that you would be okay too. That he was going to take care of you always, and his words washed over you completely, emptying your head of whatever doubt Jessa had temporarily placed in it.

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pinchofhoney · 2 years ago

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Request: Reader and his partner were arguing until he slaps her and she slaps him back, when Reader realizes what he did he flees to the cemetery. Everything was happening in view of Joel who goes and consoles her.

six feet in the ground

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joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warning: platonic relationship, mention of abuse, argument

summary: During a difficult time when your partner has let you down and broken your trust, it's reassuring to remember that you have other people in your life whom you can rely on no matter what.

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As the rain continued to pour down on you, you felt as though it was washing away not just the tears but also a part of your soul. The downpour was unrelenting, much like the pain that now consumed you. You had never thought that your partner would lay a hand on you, but now you had a throbbing reminder on your cheek. You couldn't believe that it had happened, that the person you loved had hurt you like this.

As you stood there in the middle of the square, you felt like everyone was watching you, judging you. You slowly raised a trembling hand to your left cheek, over which a pinching pain was spreading, looking at the people nearby who had witnessed the incident that took place just a moment ago. Your gaze stopped on the man you could call your best friend without hesitation. Joel had been your confidante, someone you had trusted enough to share your problems with, but now you weren't sure if he would still see you in the same light.

You couldn't think straight, your mind a blur of emotions. You felt a sense of emptiness, as if a part of you had been hollowed out. You had always thought that you and your partner were meant to be together forever, but now you weren't so sure. How could you be with someone who would hurt you like this? You blinked several times, lowering your hand and breaking eye contact with Joel.

You looked around the square once more, feeling lost and alone. You wanted to disappear, to run away from everything and everyone. You hugged yourself tightly, trying to find some comfort in your own embrace, but it was no use. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and embarrassed. The tears and the raindrops continued to mix together as you quickly walked away, unsure of where you were going or what you were going to do next.

But how did you even end up in this situation?

You have been waiting for some bigger smuggling job for a while now, and finally, that day had arrived. Although you were excited, you also felt a bit anxious since this was your first extended job of this kind. It was a week-long trip and so for that reason you worked closely with your best friend, who was more experienced in smuggling than you.

As you arrived at your destination, things went smoothly. The job was challenging, but you made steady progress each day without any significant issues. You and Joel would spend quality time together, discussing work and catching up on your personal lives. Although you both lived in the same Boston Quarantine Zone, you didn’t see each other daily, so you savored every moment of the trip, despite its difficulties. You felt grateful to have Joel by your side, and it was a welcome reprieve from your partner Ezekiel, with whom you'd been arguing over trivial matters more frequently lately.

After a week of being away on your smuggling assignment with Joel, you were eager to return home. However, as you arrived back in the Quarantine Zone this afternoon, you immediately sensed that something was off. The sky was ominously covered with dark clouds, and the wind was picking up speed, signaling the imminent arrival of a storm.

You were relieved that you were close to home and would be able to take shelter soon. As you made your way through the main square with Joel, you spotted Ezekiel watching you both with a scowl on his face. Ignoring his unpleasant demeanor, you continued to discuss with Joel when you would go to receive your payment. Both of you were tired and wanted to complete the formalities after a short break.

After saying good bye to the man, you eagerly approached Ezekiel, who started to walk away, with a smile on your lips, hoping for a warm welcome. However, as you got closer, you felt the tension in the air, and you knew that something was wrong. Ezekiel's attitude was cold and distant, and it was clear that he was not happy to see you.

As you began to walk together towards your home, the silence between you was deafening. You tried to engage him in conversation, but he was unresponsive, and his body language was closed off. The entire time, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had occurred while you were away.

“Are you okay?” you asked, tiling your head to glance at your partner.

“I’m fine,” Ezekiel shrugged and darted a quick glance at you.

“Are you upset?” you persisted, keeping your gaze fixed on him, except when you had to pass someone.

“Why would I be upset?” Ezekiel remained silent, indicating that you had hit a nerve.

“You’re acting strange, is something bothering you?” you asked, growing more confused by the second.

“You know exactly what’s bothering me,” he snapped, his anger now palpable.

You were completely bewildered. You had no clue what he was talking about. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand,” you said.

“Joel,” Ezekiel spat out stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, his tone full of disgust. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Joel's name. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “What do you mean, Ezekiel?” you asked incredulously. “He's been helping me with the smuggling job for the past week. There's nothing between us.”

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” Ezekiel said, his voice rising with each word. “I don't trust him. He's been trying to get with you since day one.”

“That's not true,” you protested. “Joel and I are just friends. He knows we’re together and besides that, it was you who introduced me to him.”

“He's just waiting for his chance,” Ezekiel growled. “I don't want you around him anymore.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Ezekiel was always possessive, but you never thought he would be so jealous of your friendship with Joel. “That's not fair, Ezekiel,” you said, feeling the first drops of rain hitting your skin. “You know Joel is just a friend.”

“I don't care,” Ezekiel said, his voice cold and unyielding. “I don't want him around you.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“That's not going to happen, Ezekiel. Joel is my best friend and I won't give that up because you're jealous.”

Ezekiel's face twisted in anger, and you could see the rain pouring down around you. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “But don't come running to me when he tries to make a move on you,” he significantly pointed at you with his index finger.

“Something like this will never happen and you know that.”

But Ezekiel was not convinced and continued to argue with you, loudly accusing you of being unfaithful and not caring about your relationship. You tried to reason with him, but his anger was too intense for him to listen. The argument only escalated, drawing attention from the people around you.

As you look back on the situation now, you can't help but think about what might have been if you had only listened to Ezekiel words and let go. Maybe if you had accepted his point, waited for his temper to cool down, and approached the subject of Joel with a calm demeanor, things might have turned out differently. But your prideful nature wouldn't allow you to back down. You refused to relinquish control, unwilling to be the target of Ezekiel's wrath and succumb to his demands. And now, you can't help but feel the crushing weight of remorse for your stubbornness, knowing that your refusal to concede has led to an irreversible outcome.

As the heavens opened up and raindrops battered down on you, drenching your clothes and adding to the discomfort, the argument with Ezekiel hit a fever pitch. The mere suggestion that you had been unfaithful to him wounded you deeply, and the fact that he had the audacity to try and dictate who you could and couldn't spend time with ignited a fury within you. It was in this moment of intense emotion that a searing pain shot through your cheek, and before you knew it, your body had retaliated with a hit of its own.

Both of you were left standing there, stunned into silence by the sudden escalation of the conflict. Although you had argued often in recent times, physical violence had never once come into play. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat as the rain continued to pummel down on you, its unrelenting presence blurring your vision and making it difficult to see clearly.

“Fuck it all,” Ezekiel snarled, breaking the silence. He spat near your shoes before turning and walking away with heavy steps filled with anger. You watched his figure disappear into the rain, feeling a mix of sadness and rage inside you.

You shook your head, desperate to erase the haunting memories of the moments that had just transpired. Your arms wrapped more tightly around your shivering frame as the cold penetrated your very bones, causing your body to quiver uncontrollably. You sniffled, wiping your nose with a futile attempt to rid yourself of the constant rain, which had reduced you to a sopping mess.

You had no idea where Ezekiel was headed since he had walked off in the opposite direction of your place. But even if you had, the mere thought of returning to your four walls left you feeling hollow and alone. The job had made you yearn for the warmth of your humble abode, but now it was the last place on earth you wanted to be.

Home was out of the question, and the idea of seeking solace with Tess was just as unappealing. After all, she lived with Joel, the very person who had triggered the argument with Ezekiel. So, without any other options available to you, you made your way towards the underground tunnels that you often used with other smugglers. However, you knew that you needed to be doubly careful, watching out for any FEDRA soldiers who might be patrolling the area. The sight of a person with a backpack in a downpour could be enough to attract their attention, and the last thing you wanted was to find yourself in their crosshairs.

As you approached the hatch of one of the tunnels, a sudden hand landed on your shoulder, causing your heart to leap into your throat. Panic and fear coursed through your veins as you tried to make sense of the situation. Your mind raced, calculating the odds of being discovered by FEDRA and the consequences that would inevitably follow. You couldn't afford to let them find out about the tunnels and expose your fellow smugglers to danger.

In a split second, you froze, trying to discern the identity of the person behind you and assessing the danger you were in. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. Was it a soldier? Or worse, were there more of them lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on you? You didn't have much time to think before you had to take action.

Acting purely on instinct, you grabbed the stranger's hand and twisted it sharply, catching them off guard. Their sudden yelp of pain echoed through the tunnel as you turned to face your attacker, your heart racing with adrenaline. You were relieved to see that it wasn't a FEDRA soldier, but Joel, who has had to follow you all this time. The thoughts raced through your mind, each one more frantic than the last. Why hadn't he said anything? Why didn't he try to catch up to you sooner? Perhaps he had been trying to catch up to you all along, but the chaos of the moment had clouded your senses. Your mind had been so consumed with the urgency of escaping the Zone that you hadn't even noticed. You were so determined to disappear from the sight of everyone that you had become oblivious to everything else around you.

Despite the momentary relief, you knew that danger still lurked around every corner, and you couldn't let your guard down for even a second. The stakes were high, and the consequences of being caught were severe.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you let go of Joel's hand, “I'm so sorry!” you apologized, feeling awkward for mistaking him as someone from FEDRA. The rain continued to pour down, drumming against the ground in a steady rhythm. You scanned your surroundings, making sure that you were safe from any prying eyes.

“I thought it was someone from FEDRA,” you explained quickly, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the encounter. Joel nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning the area as well.

Joel nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning the area as well. Without hesitation, he grabbed your arm and led you towards the entrance of the tunnel. He hastily opened the hatch and motioned for you to go in first.

Without hesitation, he took hold of your arm and led you towards the entrance of the tunnel. He swiftly opened the hatch and gestured for you to go first. “After you,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. You stepped inside the tunnel, feeling relieved to finally be out of the rain. Joel followed closely behind, shutting the hatch behind him. The sound of the rain was muffled now, replaced by the echoing drip of water droplets from the tunnel ceiling.

As you both settled into the dimly lit tunnel, the awkward silence between you was palpable. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the altercation with Ezekiel and the possibility that Joel had heard everything. You scanned your surroundings, taking in the damp walls and small puddles on the ground. Despite the discomfort, you were relieved to be out of the rain.

With a heavy sigh, you removed your backpack and ran a hand through your wet hair, brushing it away from your face. You leaned against the cool wall, feeling the dampness seeping through your clothes, and slid down onto the dirt floor. The sound of water droplets echoed throughout the tunnel, creating a calming backdrop to the tense atmosphere between you and Joel.

The man leaned against the wall opposite you, his arms folded over his chest as he looked down at you. Before he could say anything, you spoke up.

“I don't want to talk about what happened,” you said quickly, hoping to end the conversation before it started.

Joel persisted, “But he hit you-”

Cutting him off, you interrupted, “And I hit him too. It's in the past now. Let's just forget about it. Pretend like you didn't see or hear anything,” you added, pulling your knees up to your chest and resting your head on them, clearly indicating that you didn't want to discuss the matter any further.

You heard Joel's heavy sigh and the sound of a backpack falling to the ground. He finally got rid of his own as well. Pebbles rustled under his shoes as he crouched down. Joel's voice grew stern as he spoke again. “You can't just pretend like nothing happened. You were assaulted, and it's not something you can just brush off,” his eyes bore into you, and you could feel the weight of his concern.

You felt a surge of anger rise up in you. “I don't need your pity, Joel. I can take care of myself,” you spat out. You hated feeling vulnerable, and you didn't want anyone to see you that way, least of all Joel.

He didn't back down. “I'm not trying to pity you. I'm trying to help you,” he said, his voice softening. “You don't have to deal with this alone.”

You shook your head. “I'm fine, Joel. I've dealt with worse than this.”

“And what, you'll just go home like that? And then you'll lie down next to him in bed, pretending as if he hadn't made you a scene of jealousy in the middle of the Zone half an hour ago at all?” Joel's voice was laced with concern, his eyes wandered over your face.

“C'mon Joel, go back to Tess and stay out of this. It's none of your business…” you snapped, feeling a surge of irritation at his meddling. You shuddered, feeling the damp clothes sticking to your skin and making you even more uncomfortable. The fatigue from the last few days was starting to catch up with you, and you couldn't tell if the heat on your cheeks was a fever or just exhaustion.

“None of my business?” Joel's voice was incredulous, his head tilted to the side as he raised an eyebrow. “Funny, because I have the impression that my name was mentioned several times in your sweet conversation. Doesn't that make me part of the issue?”

You glared at him, feeling a surge of anger. “No, Joel, you're not part of the issue. This is between me and Ezekiel, and we can handle it ourselves. I don't need you getting involved.”

Joel's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer to you. “You sure about that? Because it looks to me like you're not doing so well right now. And I don't want to see you getting hurt anymore.”

“And what do you supposedly want to do about it?”

Joel's face hardened as he spoke, his voice low and menacing. “Find him and tell him that if he ever lays a hand on you again, I'll make sure he regrets it for the rest of his miserable life.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at Joel's overprotective attitude, shaking your head in disbelief. “Come on, Joel, you're being ridiculous. It's not like this has happened before,” you said, trying to downplay the situation.

Joel's eyes were focused on you the whole time as he continued to speak, his tone becoming more serious. “I don't care if it's never happened before. He shouldn't be laying a hand on you, ever. Besides, you seemed exceptionally happy to get a break from him this week and that's not a good sign. You shouldn't have to feel relieved to be away from your partner, especially not in the middle of a world like this.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as you listened to Joel's words. He was right, of course, but you didn't want to think about it. You didn't want to think about the fact that your relationship with Ezekiel had been deteriorating for a while now. That he had become increasingly possessive and controlling, and that his jealousy had reached a boiling point today.

You let out a deep sigh, your breath misting in the chilly air. “I know,” you said softly, “but there's nothing you can do about it. I'll deal with it on my own.”

Joel shook his head. “I can't just stand by and watch while you're being mistreated like this. It's not right.”

“Joel, please,” you said, pleading with him. “I appreciate your concern, but this is something I have to handle myself. I'll talk to Ezekiel, I'll figure something out.”

Joel didn't look convinced, but he nodded. “Okay,” he said finally. “But if you ever need anything, you know where to find me.”

You managed a small smile. “Thanks, Joel. I appreciate it.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the drip-drip of water from somewhere in the tunnel. You shivered again, feeling the cold seeping into your bones. You were exhausted, emotionally and physically drained. All you wanted was to curl up and sleep for a week. But you knew you couldn't. You had to face Ezekiel, had to try and fix things between the two of you. It wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to try.

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alvie-pines · 1 year ago

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Not sure if you still want headcanons or ideas for OpBee (and sorry about your father) but here are some stuff I guess?:

Let's assume those are like mix of continuities

•Since Bee is in special forces and well a spy I feel like he would be very good at hiding his emotions, at least more better then what people give him credit for. OP is also very good at it but he also has his tells that Bee probably noticed over the centuries. Probably like his movement of his OP dials or mini expressions around his eyes like when they widen in surprise or crease in amusement or worry.

• I feel like Bee would rather scrub the whole ark with human toothbrush rather then confess, like at all. He is good bad at hiding his emotions about Optimus and he feels comfortable he yearns to be in this limbo of not knowing. He tends to fall fast and usually it ends up in heartbreak or painful rejection and hey we speaking of Optimus prime here.

•Optimus would fall slower but harder. He is used to not showing his true feelings so maybe he mistakes the slowly growing romantic affection for something else? Depends if we wanna ANGSTY route or fun route so inma go for ambiguous one.

•The first time Bee gets injured (like extended med stay injured) under Optimus command, he thinks he made a mistake allowing Bee out in the battle BC (insert angsty reason) untill he finds out the only reason bee was injured was because his cover was blown as he rescued a comrade from certain doom.

•From that a lot of feelings started to grow, constant worry over Bee health in particular which makes Optimus feel guilty BC he has a whole army to think about, not just Bee. But there is also pride whenever Bee manages to accomplish something great like obtaining crucial information or managing to twart decepticon plans. There is also frustration whenever Bee gets Infront of unnecessary danger like taking a shot for him that he could have easily take on.

•Different love languages!!! I feel like whilst Optimus love language would be acts of service Bee would be verbal. Optimus can't just act like he blatantly favorites Bee so he finds different ways to show his love like spending his short free time with bee or even doing paperwork in the same room. Leaving small gifts that Bee offhandedly mentioned or doing what he can to make Bee happy.

Bee on the other hand would find words be just a tad more meaningful. For me it's like, he is a spy he needs to be showed he is loved through action but he feels that if he tried reciprocate it would came as less genuine. So he speaks and speaks and finds words to say Optimus about what he loves how he loves. He lets himself be himself in those moments.

If he looses his voice around this time it would be even more devastating as he lost his main way to show love. Sure he can give gifts and show his love in different ways but his main way was taken away from him. He still grieves it.

•They probably share quality time as shared loved language.

I'm not sure about character limit in asks so inma end it here and hope those helps in any way!!! I'm more then happy to send some more :D

sorry for spelling mistakes I tried to catch them but screen be blurry dbdhdh

-@);-- R anon

thank you so much!! its good to keep my mind off my family situation right now. and i loooove all these headcanons.

i love bee and optimus slowly learning to read each other better than most of their peers... slowly picking up on each others feelings.

i also think bee could really easily view himself as "not worthy" because, i mean, its a prime. he might view his crush on op as something that would be insulting or even blasphemous if optimus were to find out.

meanwhile, optimus thinks his feelings are wrong because of the power he holds as a prime--he thinks that if he confesses, bee will say yes just to please him. so he keeps those feelings very close to his spark. he also probably worries about responsibility and impartiality as a commanding officer. (irl, in the military, your commanding officer often cannot be your partner due to the bias it can cause in decision-making)

such good angst ideas in here, i am eating it up.

#askbox #Anonymous #opbee #optimus prime #bumblebee #transformers

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tarot-by-e11e · 2 months ago

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hi! I really hope 2024 has been treating you well ❤️ I would love to join your game🫶"Cocoon"

My initial is S :)

Favorite song that inspires you to make scenarios in your head - B.I.T.C.H by Megan thee stallion lol. That song makes me feel like a bad ass bitch that can rob a bank 😂

Favorite Movie because you can never get over the plot - I’ve watched howls of the moving castle so many times now. Just love that movie because there’s something so magical about it 💕

Favorite fictional character with (in your opinion) the best character development arc - Steve rogers, captain America >> is not only a fine man but also has a fine ass hehe

Thank you so much!

(reminder: this is for entertainment purposes only) Hi S,

Thank you so much for participating in

my "COCOON" ask game.

From the title alone, it sounds badass so I'm definitely gonna listen to this song; Howl's Moving Castle is such an amazing film! Yup, Captain America has such an interesting character development story.

The cards I pulled for you are:

King of Coins Reversed, Death, Queen of Coins

So what you are called to let go of this 2025 is your money-spending habits. I wouldn't say poor money management skills but it feels like you need to be more strict with yourself. You know why this card pulled out, so don't even pretend. You know you don't need that item in your online cart. Focus on necessities, bills, utilities and your emergency funds first. You know that's your priority right?

I'm not saying to not buy that concert ticket. I'm not saying to not book that next flight. All this card is asking is, reprioritize my dear.

The next card pulled is asking you to let go of the idea that you are forever stuck in this perpetual financial lack. It's more of, your mind seeking proof every time you mention that you don't have money or you'll stay in debt forever. So this isn't just a physical issue with money, it seems that you are called to do the inner work to ask yourself, what subconscious belief is insinuating that you aren't capable of living a financially free and stable lifestyle? Which limiting beliefs about money are literally holding you back?

Finally, the last card is asking you to let go of this 2025 is your indulgence to luxury while burning through your credit card. Seriously, the fact that all three cards are asking you to let go of something related to how you manage your money, I think the message is pretty loud and clear, don't you think so too?

Again, nothing wrong with treating yourself but you're stuck into this YOLO mindset, especially with your resources that it's concerning. Granted, we only have one life to live, but you need to save up for rainy days too.

Won't it be a better option to swim in your hard-earned financial and literal independence rather than drown in suffocating debts, student loans, and unpaid hospital bills?

You need only to learn to be more strategic with how you make money work for you for a few months/years and you'll see the fruits of your responsible financial labors that will help you indulge yourself sustainably. It just takes a bit of an adjustment period for you.

Channeled song for you is:

8th random shuffle from my dice throw

Last Intuitive Message to end this reading:

I feel like this song would be a great manifestation theme song for you~ It's like you are working hard on being amazing and responsible for your life. Doesn't seem amazing to imagine a life where you are financially stressed less? Nobody needs to know your business and you don't owe anyone any explanation as to why you had to take charge of your own life by starting with finding out a better way to manage your finances. You are doing this for you, you are working on yourself behind the scenes. Consider this song as your villain era's lick back revenge anthem~

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#divination #ask game #ask #answered #tarot reading #tarot #tarotcommunity #intuition #shufflemancy

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skyonfilm · 2 months ago

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sonic the hedgehog 3 review!! (spoiler free) 🦔✨

easily the best one of the three. i love how with each film, the quality gets better and better. i have no idea how they're gonna top this for 4 but i know they're gonna find a way!!! i went alone in the cinema when i watched the first 2 so getting to see the 3rd one with literally my favourite people was so special!!!

for me, my main critiques from the other movies (2 to a lesser extent) felt slow with the pacing sometimes. for movie 1, it was pretty much the entire 2nd act while movie 2, it was mostly the 2nd quarter. and a lot of the scenes from those movies felt a bit fillery to extend the runtime. none of these scenes are bad - they were great!!! (just not as much as the rest)

sonic 3 for me was more to straight to the point and i never lost any engagement. heck, i think i got even more engaged as the story went on!! i'm not mentioning specifics as i'm keeping this spoiler free but omg the final act!!! i literally have no words for how amazing that was!!! (especially with the moments between sonic and shadow)

shadow was the highlight!! (no surprise) i loved his tragic backstory with maria and watching him go through all that grief was so saddd!! his action scenes are so badass and omg i love shadow so much!!! (i can keep going but spoilersssss)

team sonic slayed as always!!! i loved sonic arc in this and the conflict that happened during the 2nd half (and that one scene i wanna mention soooo baddd ugh... the feels)!! i've always loved the dynamic between the three but in this one, it's my personal favourite!! also... tails in the chao garden scene is literally my favourite thing ever!!! i am worried that the tails and knuckles moments will get overshadowed (no pun intended) by shadow tho soooo i made extra sure to include them in the review. everyone's performances was on point as always and again, gotta hand it to jim carrey for both his rolessss - both eggman and gerald were greatttt!!

it was a shame that i did get a bit of a big spoiler because some not so slay person posted a video on youtube with [redacted]. i did predict [redacted] would happen but it was a mood killer. (also cheers youtube for putting that video on my feed)

i do have soooo many theories (which i cannot share coz spoilers) of what they might be planning for 4!! (and some potential future spin offs too)

word of advice: stay till after the credits!!!

my letterboxd review in cause yall wanna see my thoughts right when the movie ended!!! (does contain major spoilers)

10/10!!! 💙 (no joke this is the first time i've ever rated ANYTHING sonic related a 10/10)

#this is spoiler free but obviously read at your discretion #skyonfilm #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie 3 #sonic the hedgehog 3 #sonic movie #sonic movie review #sonic movie 3 review #film review #movie review

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hellobitchlet · 4 months ago

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Alright, here's the 5.1 edition of the Natlan bingo! 2/9 updates done and we have exactly 1/5 of the bingo crossed off. For reference, I only did act 3 + 4, and haven't done Xilonen's quest or any more world quests. Once again, if you have anything to add, feel free to comment, especially since I haven't done a story quest tribal chronicle yet-

Here's the previous version

Explanations and other notes below the cut:

'Capitano is from Natlan, for some reason'- I debated whether or not his backstory counted, because I meant that he was born and/or raised there, but I ultimately decided that 'was here for an extended period of time as an adult' counts.

'Paimon and Traveler act really fucking racist'- this one is actually about 5.0. In the last update, I mentioned Paimon's racism in Mualani's quest, but that I haven't found Traveler being racist yet. Ashesofdawn pointed this out;

Sooo that's what this is about. Credit to ashesofdawn for pointing this out!

Other thoughts: (or, well, there's only 1 this time)

I feel like I should clarify what I mean by 'new lore' vs 'expanding on old lore' (or as I phrased it in the bingo, setting up new plot points vs answering old ones). Essentially, new lore is any lore that is either entirely new stuff never referenced before (ex. aranara + pari), is only vaguely connected to older lore (ex. melusines), or 'expansion of old lore' that just blatantly disregards what it's supposed to be expanding on (ex. the all Fontainians are oceanids bullshit).

On the other hand, expanding on old lore is, well, exactly what it sounds like. Expanding on the stuff that was set up... pretty much anything pre-Sumeru I would say? Expansion means giving new info, not just casually reminding you that it exists. For example, that moment in the Natlan act 4 cutscene that (presumably) showed what is behind the false sky expands on false sky lore, but Dottore saying 'hey Nahida do u want to know about the false sky' just reminds you about it.

And so, in the case of Natlan, this is the stuff I consider to be new lore/plot points;

- saurians, and the idea that the dragons were a human-like society that built machinery.

- ancient names.

- the general idea that Natlan has been in a huge war with the Abyss and has been extremely different from the other nations this whole time. I mean, how was this never acknowledged at any point in the first 5 nations if it was planned to be a thing? This is a MASSIVE thing!

- the situation with the pyro archon. Again, how has none of this ever been mentioned by the other archons??? Surely Venti, Zhongli, and maybe Ei would know about it? It doesn't make sense that they wouldn't.

-the stuff with Ororon's soul.

And this is the Natlan stuff that is expansion of old lore/answering old plot points;

- the stuff with the shade of death.

- confirmation that seelies are angels.

- the hint about the false sky stuff.

So, ultimately, I feel like there is more new lore than old lore, but there is still enough expanding on old lore that I kind of want to wait until the archon quest is over to say for sure that it's mostly new lore.

#genshin impact #genshin impact critical #genshin natlan #natlan #my post

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mappishiina · 1 year ago

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"Well, well... I suppose you need an explanation of how all of this works?"

"You should already know who I am, of course- your boss, the one guiding you in your job as the warden of MILGRAM? That's right, I'm the one and only Jackalope. You'll want to listen up, because I'm only going to explain this once..."

"This blog allows you to send questions to Mahiru Shiina, Prisoner 006. Think of it... like an extended interrogation. You can send them as yourself, or anonymously... whatever you'd like. Put your name on what you say or not, I don't care."

"As with how things work in MILGRAM regularly, what you say to her and how you say it will affect her just like your judgements do. This will help you to better understand the prisoner. After all, I want you to peer into their hearts and minds. It's best if you can truly understand them, in order to make the best judgement you can."

"Oh, and one last thing: this blog is best viewed on its desktop theme, if possible."

"I've also been told to mention that there's 'OOC info' under the cut, whatever that means."

Hiii. This is, as you can probably guess, an ask blog/rp account! Just real quick under the cut, here's a few basics for conduct:

I am an adult, but will not be answering any NSFW asks, and I also reserve the right to not reply to anything that makes me personally uncomfortable. This probably won't happen anyway, but I want to make my stance clear just in case. There's a lot of minors on milgramblr and running similar roleplay blogs, and I want this to be a safe and comfortable blog for everyone to interact with.

For consistency's sake, the current timeline of this blog is set in trial one. This may, and likely will, change at some point. I might jump timelines around later. But, starting out, it'll be trial one.

I try to stick close to canon in my characterization, but might indulge in a few personal headcanons here and there, especially to fill in gaps on things we don't know. If you send "magic anons" and things of that sort, I may or may not reply/go with it, depending- I'd like to stick mostly with the idea that any asks sent here are the "voices" that the prisoners mention hearing (so, not being able to physically do anything)... but I also may decide to indulge for fun. Basically, it's up to personal discretion. Just know it might not get answered.

This is probably going to be more of an ask-blog type thing than it is... a rp blog per-se, but I may dip my toes into roleplaying a bit on here as well! Other Milgram RP blogs can feel free to interact, and Mahiru will respond to any asks from RP blogs as if they were being sent by your character. I'll tag interactions with other prisoners with their number!

(I might do art for some asks as well, depending on motivation...)

Oh, and I'll edit this to put a tag index here whenever I figure out what I'm doing for those. Right now my ooc tag is simply #ooc, and any graphics I've used on the blog are reblogged under #graphics credits, as well as being credited at the bottom of this post.

Please just in general be nice and remember there's a real person running the account, and hopefully we can all have some fun with this!~ I've definitely been inspired by seeing other ask blogs/roleplay blogs pop up for MILGRAM, so I'm excited to jump in!

graphics credits: mobile icon + header by ameyumez and dividers on this post by 74n5n.

#milgram #mahiru shiina #milgram rp #ask blog #character blog #mahiru milgram #ooc

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deityofforsakenfates · 11 months ago

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@callsignbaphomet has opened the door to my opinions on magic in fallout ✨️ woe be upon ye <3

Okay okay okay sooooooooooo! This goes back all the way to my original playthrough of point lookout! Not only is this where we find the Necronomicon (I know its not called that but come one.) We see the Blackhall family praying and worshipping and reading from it. We are told it has power! The swamp people are drawn to it as well. In my mind it has to be able to give magical powers of some sort. Not to mention we are asked by Marcella to help destroy the book. Now I have a personal belief that her search for religious artifacts points to the artifacts having power as well.

Now my theory is we have 4 versions of magic that can be accessed, however none of them are arcane in nature. In fallout science is the stand in for arcane magics to me. The magic we are seeing is faith based, clerics, paladins, warlocks, etc. So let's talk about them one at a time.

ATOM: we see that the children of Atom have boons and benefits like immunity to radiation. They are the the most prevalent and widespread religion that we get to see. We see that they accept all of Atoms children. Ghouls of all types are seen as deeply connected to Atoms holy light! (It's why I theorize that Atom is at war with the eldritch entities but another time for that.) I feel like the CoA are capable of more feats than we get to see in game. Bethesda gave us a bit more of their capabilities in Far Harbor. We walked the hallucinations and we're guided to the answers we needed. I'm a big fan of the idea that the children are more important than we give credit for.

2. Ug-Qualtoth: they keep giving us locations and quests for this evil thing! He'll in the ttrpg they have an entire adventure associated! The two major characters we see tied to this are the Dunwich family and Lorenzo. The Dunwich family are directly tied to rituals, artifact finding, and sacrifices to the old gods which has given them extended lives and who knows what else! And with Lorenzo we get to see the effects his blood has not to mention the psychic powers he uses!! Oh and pickman too! His paintings are definitely related.

3. The Mothman: so this is the most recent addition to this ever growing web. But we see the effects of the mothman cults, we see that the Mothman can give you buffs and visions. The former church in 76 houses tomes you cannot read without keeping your connection to Mothman. It's ability to teleport in puffs of black smoke and prophetic abilities are undeniable.

4. I'll call this the miscellaneous section: we know ghosts are real (I'm counting them the more magical aspects of the games given supernatural entities and magic go hand in hand alot.) In Nukaworld we have the Ghoul magician who was capable of things that is more than just simple slight of hand. Going back to Marcella, she was searching for religious artifacts. In my mind that makes me thing that Christian artifacts hold some level of power even if minor given how the religion has fallen from its massive pre war following.

All in all I've been a devout believer in magic within the fallout universe and think they really need to add more aspects of magic and the supernatural in the games and not just the ttrpg. I know they probably don't want to because of pushback but it's so obvious that there is a dark undertone to this setting!

I don't think it would break any kind of cannon for a character to have some type of powers/abilities through a worship of a god/entity. (My brain is struggling but please if you have ideas or questions feel free to ask!)

#<3 #fallout #magic

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bxtchy-bxtch · 2 years ago

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The Owl House has left me feeling empty :')

I have so many thoughts and I need to put them somewhere. This is just me listing every moment in this episode that brought out an intense emotion from me. This list is also an excellent way to feel like you've watched the entire episode if you haven't watched it because I was screaming throughout so the list is essentially just a recap :D

Spoilers for the last ep!

1. The opening sequence nearly made me cry

2. Even though the fandom predicted that the Collector would turn to good because of friendship, it was still done beautifully

3. Luz's poofing into light did make me cry

4. CAMILLA CRYING AS A PUPPET EVEN THOUGH SHE HAD NO IDEA WHAT JUST HAPPENED BROKE ME

5. EDA AND KING'S RAGE HOLY SHIT THAT'S THE MOST POWERFUL THEY'VE EVER BEEN.

And them telling Collector to stay away

And them holding onto the last bit of Luz left

6. King's parent making it clear that they're a parent. I loved that. It reminded me of flowers that self pollinate :D

And you know what? I love that they chose to show this because this is a magical universe and mammal-like beings can self pollinate and lay eggs. I love it. 12/10 decision. It was a good reminder of the fact that this universe is fictional and it doesn't need to adhere to our rules.

7. King's dad in general. His attire. The pun. The parental protectiveness. The advice and simple-yet-extremely-effective approach to morality.

8. LUZ. CHOOSING. HERSELF. AFTER SEEING HER SELF ESTEEM CRASH AND BURN, HER CHOOSING HERSELF IS SUCH A BIG DEAL AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH

9. The battle. Eda being a good teacher and knowing exactly what her student was struggling with. King and Luz's amplified 'weh'. THEM FIGHTING TOGETHER. My heart cannot handle this show, I was screaming

10. THE COLLECTOR 😭

11. Amity being a fucking badass and freeing herself

12. Camilla telling everyone to take a break to deal with their burnout :D

13. CAMILLA HANDING THEM GLYPHS

14. FORGOT TO MENTION THIS EARLIER BUT RAINE BEING AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING BADASS THROUGHOUT? God I could feel my crush on them grow tenfold with every scene that they were in

15. The titan's hand reaching to the sky O_O

16. HER SPEECH 🥺💜

17. THE EXTENDED END CREDIT SCENE WAS GREAT

18. THE GLYPH AND PICTURES ON HER WALL

19. LUZ TAKING EVERY MAJOR IMAGINABLE. AND THE FACT THAT SHE ISN'T GOING TO HUMAN UNI

20. LUZ'S PIERCINGS. AND HER HAIR. AND THE FLAPJACK TATTOO THAT WILLOW HAS AS WELL. HER ENTIRE STYLE THIS EPISODE HAS BEEN IMPECCABLE. I LOVED THE GOTH WITCH TRANSFORMATION

21. Willow and Hunter being confirmed :D

22. FLAPJACK'S GRAVE

23. AMITY'S. HAIR. THE UNDERCUT. MY TWO GAY BABIES

24. Speaking of gay babies, I loved the two kisses we got this episode AND Darius×Alador bit that was implied :D

25. King Genera and Pain-yata. Yes. Precisely.

26. THE NEW GLYPH LANGUAGE IS VERY PRETTY :DDD

LUZ HAS SOMEONE TO TALK TO (IN MAGIC) AGAIN :DDDDD

27. I loved seeing my found family be happy 🥺

28. Bonus: the mention of a Lilith spinoff has me hoping for a Lilith spinoff 🥺

29. All the reunions destroyed me btw. All of them.

30. Raine and Eda's little wink at the end 🥺

31. HEADMASTER EDA. FUCK YEAH

32. Amity and Lilith's relationship. Darius and Eberwolf and Hunter. I love it when older people take younger people under their wing and care for them the way they deserve

I'm going to miss this show so much. Dana and their team did such an amazing job, and I hope they're as proud of their work as we are of them 💜

#the owl house #toh finale #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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yestolerancepro · 2 days ago

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Tolerance Project Blog When i’m feeling Blue

Introduction

Hello there and welcome to a blog called When I’m feeling Blue which looks at the issue of Blue Badge Abuse.

It it was one of the issues we covered when we made the Tolerance film picture the scene our Heroine Julie gets to work and finds that her taxi cannot drop her off in the disabled space, which has the extra space for wheelchairs, because someone is abusing their Orange Badge. (It is a Blue Badge now it changed colour in April 2000).

The Blue badge scheme itself was extended in 2019 to cover people with hidden disabilities such as mental health and Autism

This Happened on the 20th of August 2019 click on this link to find out more information https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-49521867

It is a sad fact, but true that non-disabled people do abuse the disabled badge scheme and disabled parking spaces. In the film, Julie gets to shoot the offender in a spoof of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. I wish we could do that in real life, but the offender does get wheelclamped in the film. Quite right too.

It is also annoying that there are not enough people to enforce the abuse of parking in disabled spaces by non-disabled people. If it were up to me, I would fine and wheelclamp the lot of them, with on the spot fines It seems a lot of people agree with me read this http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/cheating-drivers-who-park-disabled-8646293?utm_content=buffercc276&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer

I am not joking some 20 years later Disabled badge abuse does still goes on if only by small minority here are the cold hard facts

Every year £46 million is left uncollected in Blue Badge costs as a result of this extra money is passed on to members of the public who pay for the shortfall in extra taxes so how is the system being abused well the 2 most common ways of committing fraud using a blue badge is that the details on the badges themselves are being altered usually by changing the expiry dates on them normal badges have to be renewed every 3 years Fradsters get hold of the badges and change the dates for 5 or 10 years in some cases so that can get the lovely Free parking that disabled people enjoy they offer a disabled person hundreds of pounds for their badge the going rate for this is about £500 they ether take the badge with clock remove the genuine disabled persons photo with one of there own and change the details or photo copy the badge and put it in their car

The other way that blue badges are misused is that your only supposed to use the Blue badge when the person that the badge is issued for is in the vehicle themselves

members of family will rightly or wrongly will use the badge to free park in an area when the person the badge is issued for is not in the car bus or taxi

Not to give abled bodied motorists ideas but this news in the telegraph newspaper also mentions how they are getting away with Blue badge badge fraud click on the link here http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/12/31/able-bodied-motorists-getting-away-disabled-parking-fraud/?WT.mc_id=tmg_share_tw

In 2012 security measures on the Blue badges were tightened up

1. Serial number on the badge is longer it now features more information such as the month and year you were born

2. Badge now has a hologram embedded in it like your credit or bank card which should make it harder for criminals to copy

3. The photo of the Blue Badge user is now printed digitally so criminals’ will not just be able to cover up your details with their own

So what would might happen if you miss use your blue badge

You could be issued with a warning if it’s a first time offence Blue badges are the property of local councils. Your local authority can take your blue badge away or withdraw an existing one if you are found to be misusing it.

If you have committed an offence relating to a blue badge, you may also be fined up to £1000 plus any additional penalty for any related parking offence

If you do apply for a Blue badge please be aware of the Scam websites you can find out about them here http://www.wiltsglosstandard.co.uk/news/15129344.Disabled_people_applying_for_a_blue_badge_warned_of_scam_websites_that_charge_for_application_process/?ref=rss&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

Also if you have a blue badge keep it safe http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-34020743

In Summary

The Blue Badge Scheme is a lifeline for many disabled people and without it , there would be many Disabled People who would be housebound , and loose the little independence that they do have.

In addition The Corona Virus has meant that the number of Disabled Parking Bays available to Disabled People has reduced, this too has had a detrimental impact on the day to day lives and independence of people living with a disability

When we started Tolerance some Twenty Years ago, we were a group of disabled people who wanted to do friendship our way, full of Fun , laughter , and friendships that have lasted a lifetime . Over the years , however The Tolerance Project and in Particular the Tolerance film we were given the opportunity to make have provided us with a platform to highlight what life is like living with a disability in Britain Today. I and the members of Tolerance would like to thank you for reading this blog, and ask that you share it as widely as possible so that we can raise awareness and start positive conversations about the challenges that are important to Disabled People so that we can continue to work together to find solutions , and continue to promote the Social Model of Disability , where the emphasis is placed on Society changing their attitudes and policies , rather than disabled people having to feel that the challenges they live with day to day are a burden .

Notes

This blog has been a long time in the making the version your reading now was first written in 2012 its sat on my computer for 11 years because I didn’t know how to complete it Thank you Gemma Blagbourgh for helping me finish it I hope when you read its been well worth the wait.

The blog also includes material Ability Not Inability Producers Commentary Part 3 Employment

Pictures

1 and 2 and 3 Julie takes care of her boss abuising a disabled parking badge Clint Eastwood Style Screengrabs taken from the Tolerance film with thanks to Ian Medley

4)An example of a blue disabled Badge

If you have read this blog and want to find out more about the Tolerance Project please click on the above link for our Godundme page https://gofund.me/5cf25de4

#Claire Abbot #Kate Faulkner #The Good The Bad and The Ugly #Tolerance Project blog update #Gemma Blagbourgh #Ability not inability A Producers Commentary part 3 Employment

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crowsofdarkness · 13 days ago

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Besplatno: One Shot

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky needed to make sure he was free from Soldat before continuing on his life with his dorogaya.

Authors Note: This takes place in the Soldat universe, in between Dorogaya and Vaz Prizrak!

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The soft sounds of the woods danced around us as we made our final descent to the one flat lining of the mountain. Bucky trailed behind so with a soft look over my shoulder towards him, I extended my hand to him.

“It’s going to be okay,” I reassured him.

He merely nodded and with his only hand, linked our fingers together. The feeling of fear and self doubt filled my veins when our skin grazed over each other. There were a lot of questions, whether this was a good idea or if we’re far away from the city square of Wakanda, in case this backfired.

Ayo reassured us that it would be fine; Shuri’s work had cleared the trigger words from Bucky’s mind now we had to test it.

“This will do,” Ayo said while looking around.

I nodded and motioned for Bucky to sit on the ground in front of a pile of wood. With a fast snap, fire spread from the tips of my fingers to the pile of wood, flames spreading with ease. The warmth of the fire circled around us as I sat down next to Bucky.

“What’s on your mind?” I questioned.

He kept quiet, only shrugging.

I let out a soft sigh and placed my hand on his knee, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Even though I can feel what you feel, Buck, it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hear the words from your mouth.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted, finally.

Tears welled into the corners of his eyes, indicating that Bucky was seconds away from breaking down.

It had been a couple of days after he had awoken in Shuri’s lab and we had spent that time just the two of us in our hut, catching up on the last few weeks. The calm bubble that we had encased ourselves in had popped when Ayo came to visit.

“King T’challa wants to make sure the Winter Soldier is gone.”

Her words had rang a very large bell in my head, making me realize that we were so engrossed in our love for one another, that neither of us had stopped to think what if Shuri’s hard work hadn’t actually worked.

I knelt down in front of him and placed my hands on both sides of his face. Our gazes locked, hard, and I let out a deep breath hoping it would calm my nerves.

I didn’t want to let Bucky know that he wasn’t the only one scared; I was fucking terrified. Even though Soldat and I had so much history together, I wanted to never see him again.

There was that deep lingering fear that the other part of him truly wasn’t gone.

“Y/N?”

Ayo pulled me to the side, making sure that we were out of earshot of Bucky’s supersoldier hearing.

“If this doesn’t work, you need to make sure you can control him,” Ayo stated.

“I know,” I nodded. “But this will work. It has to.”

It was Ayo’s turn to nod, only hers was more strict and believable. She had been one of the only Dora Milaje that had been assigned to keep an extra eye on Bucky. She took extra care in making sure that we were settled comfortably and had everything we needed.

Ayo, in my eyes, was our guardian angel. I owed her so much for taking care of the both of us.

“It’s time,” she spoke.

I resumed my spot kneeling in front of Bucky. He had his eyes trained hard on the dirt below, a million things running through his mind. He didn’t have to utter a word for me to know what he was thinking of.

“I will not hate you if this doesn’t work, Bucky.”

His bottom lip trembled. “Please don’t leave me.”

My own tears rolled down my cheeks at his broken words and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.

“I will never leave you.” I vowed to him.

A broken sob fell from his lips while he buried his face into my neck. He breathed in my scent, calming himself immediately.

“You’re breaking my heart, Bucky.” I sobbed.

I felt his warm tears run down the exposed skin of my neck and chest before Bucky pulled back, locking our eyes together once more.

“I love you, dorogaya.”

I gave him my best smile and placed a firm kiss onto his lips. Both of our lips melded and moved so well together, his tongue danced with mine and I could feel the fire burning low in my core. Needing a breath of air, I sadly pulled away from Bucky and saw the light behind his eyes slowly fading. No matter what I said to him, my words couldn’t put him at ease.

“I love you too, Bucky. So much,” I gave him one last kiss.

“James, are you ready?”

Both of our gazes fell onto Ayo and he reluctantly nodded. I clasped his hand with my own and forced him to look at me the entire time Ayo spoke the ten trigger words.

“It’s not going to work,” Bucky cried.

“It will. You have to believe that it will.”

Longing.

Rusted.

Seventeen.

Ayo spoke the dreaded words in Russian and Bucky had broken down in front of me. The tears fell fast from his broken eyes as he clenched in Soldat tight, fighting within not to free him.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” I cupped his face, keeping his eyes straight on me.

Daybreak.

Furnace.

Nine.

“Please don’t leave me, doll.” He begged.

I shook my head, my own tears pouring from my eyes. “You’re stuck with me, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Benign.

Homecoming.

There were two more words left and the fear I felt oozing off of Bucky had nearly knocked me to my ass. His shoulders shook with sobs while his body fell towards me.

“It’s okay,” I hushed his fears.

One.

“Just look at me,” I placed my finger under his chin. “Focus on my voice.”

Freightcar.

An eerie silence fell over us as we continued to stare at one another, wondering if Soldat would break his way through Bucky’s gates. His eyes were unreliable, an expression I had never read on his face before. The feeling, however, was something I recognized almost immediately.

Relief.

“Bucky?” I questioned.

With his only hand, Bucky cupped my cheek and gave me a quick nod.

Happy sobs erupted from my throat and I looked at Ayo, who also had a smile across her hard features.

“You are free,” she assured.

I wrapped my arms around Bucky’s neck, pulling his body into my own and as we melded together, I crashed my lips onto his. They moved in sync, like earlier, and when his hand gripped my hip tight, I knew in that silent cue that he said everything he couldn’t actually say.

He was free. No more fear of someone finding out what those words were and use them against him. Bucky was finally able to move on and heal from his past. We both were able to move on together and enjoy the calm of Wakanda.

“I love you so much, doll. Thank you.” Bucky muttered against my lips.

I smiled against his lips, molding them tougher once more.

“I love you too, Bucky. No matter what.”

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tutuwatz · 5 months ago

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Hello! My name is Tutuwatz. I‘m a first time writer, here to share anything from ideas and concepts to artwork and short insights.

My project, „City Of Eternity“ follows two central protagonists, Amon and Abeba, who navigate their way through the ancient world, delving into the life in Rome around 120 AD.

Additionally, I‘ve added some concept art of all three mentioned characters. Feel free to check them out.

But let‘s not linger on the details! Here, take a look at one of my passages and immerse yourself in a time and place long gone.

Author’s Note: City of Eternity shifts between the perspectives of Amon and Abeba, offering different viewpoints of the struggles they face in Rome. This passage is told from Abeba’s perspective as she deals with the aftermath of a brutal fight she witnessed in the Amphitheatre.

Disclaimer:

All content, including writing and artwork, belongs to me (Tutuwatz). Please do not repost, copy, or use any part of my work without permission. Sharing with proper credit is appreciated.

Abeba pushed through the endless ocean of people, struggling to see anything as her tears blurred her vision.

She knew it. She knew it would happen. Sooner or later, it had to. And now the time had come. And yet, she didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t be. Her sobs were drowned out by the cheers and laughter of the people around her, all indifferent to her shattering heart.

Finally, she broke through to the exit, spilling out into the crowded street of the city plaza.

Her eyes darted back to the colosseum, searching its outer walls for the entrance to the barracks.

It couldn’t be. Amon hadn’t just died. It was too quick, too unspectacular to be real.

She found the double doors that led down to the underground section of the amphitheatre. With no hesitation, she dashed towards it, her arms extending out to push the doors open.

But as she came up to the entrance of the barracks, an arm shot towards Abeba and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her back with a sudden force.

“I need to see him!” Abeba cried, turning to the guard clad in armor who stood beside the entrance. His gaze was indifferent, completely oblivious to what Abeba was feeling.

“Who are you, woman?” he questioned, trying to hold Abeba still as she frantically gesticulated toward the barracks.

“I’m…” she began, struggling to catch her breath as she sobbed uncontrollably. It was all too overwhelming. She had to see Amon. Why couldn’t anyone understand?

“Where’s Amon!?” she shouted louder than intended, her voice breaking slightly as the guard gave her a stunned expression.

“Femina!” he urged, struggling to stay still as Abeba flailed intensely. “Stop squirming-!”

But Abeba’s whimpers only grew more desperate the longer she stayed still, knowing that Amon was elsewhere—whether alive or not.

No injury, not a single one, had been as vile as this one. The sight of the pool of blood, Amon’s distant cries, and the ensuing silence as he went limp all pressed down on her. She felt cornered, as if she were utterly alone in this moment.

Abeba stumbled back after being shoved by the guard. She had tried to push the doors open, though she knew they were locked.

Her dread and sorrow turned into fury as her tear-streaked face shifted into one of anger.

“Open the doors!” she demanded, her voice now ringing over the crowd around her.

The guard only regarded her, his own face slowly tensing in frustration as his patience ran short.

“Clear out!” he rang back, pointing at Abeba with one hand as he held his spear firmly in the other.

Abeba stood there a moment, her tears still flowing freely as she stared at the guard, the one obstacle hindering her from seeing Amon.

She took a shaky breath and wiped her tears, trying to compose herself, though the thoughts in the back of her mind made calmness an impossibility.

“The Egyptian Crocodile…” Abeba began in a pleading voice.

“…My husband…” she lied, her eyes searching the guard’s for any sympathy.

“I must see him.”

The guard gazed at her for another moment, his cold expression flickering for just a heartbeat.

“I cannot allow anyone entry at this time. Your husband will be with you when he is ready,” he explained in a calmer voice.

“He was impaled with a spear, you fool!” Abeba retaliated, furrowing her brows deeply as her desperation boiled over once more. Her heart sank at her own words, as if they solidified what had happened.

In spite of the insult, the guard didn’t react. His eyes didn’t narrow, and his expression remained painfully indifferent.

“You have to tell me…” Abeba choked out.

“Is he dying…?”

The guard looked down at the ground for a moment, as if seeking to avoid the conversation.

“I do not know,” he replied shortly.

Abeba had to hold in a whimper with her hands, her eyes welling up with tears again.

“Please, Gods, no…” she whispered in a high pitch.

Her knees began to tremble. Just a few hours ago, she was beside Amon, giving him kisses and hugging him tightly. And now, he was in those cold barracks, injured and bleeding, if not worse.

The crowd around Abeba began to chatter even louder than before as they moved to the other end of the amphitheatre. They brushed by her, pushing Abeba along with them as she struggled to evade their wildly swinging arms. She didn’t stand a chance resisting the flow of the masses, no matter how much she fought against the stream. Before she knew it, Abeba was in the middle of a horde, left with no choice but to follow in the direction they were headed.

She heard the distant creaking of a wooden gate, though the people around her made it hard to see anything. Then, the crowd cheered loudly, clapping their hands as a familiar chant ensued:

“Mi-no-taur! Mi-no-taur! Mi-no-taur!”

After weaving through a group of looming spectators, Abeba finally broke through to the very front of the crowd.

“Jupiter, hear the Minotaur’s roar, a warrior we greatly adore. He never stops—he wants more. On the sand, the blood will pour!”

The Capuan citizens roared their song as a looming figure emerged from the dark gates.

It was the Capuan Minotaur, still clad in full armor, his metallic helmet shimmering amidst the sunset behind them. There was a bandage around his waist for the cut on his side, and his weapons were being carried by a pair of guards behind him.

He spread his arms out wide as if wanting to embrace the entire audience that jeered for him. Then, he unbuckled the straps of his helmet and slowly pulled it off, revealing the face that lurked underneath it all this time.

Abeba’s eyes widened with surprise as she took in the sight.

The Capuan Minotaur had a full, black, bushy beard and a bald head. A pair of almond-shaped, fiery green eyes gleamed with pride as they took in the people around him. His nose, broad and pressed close to his face, flared with excitement as he opened his mouth to speak.

“My heart races!” his commanding voice declared loudly above all the other people. His expression was jovial as his lips curved into a grotesque smile.

“I felt the thunder! The rush flowing through my veins!”

His voice was laced with enthusiasm, as if this was something he had long sought. There was the faint outline of an artery popping out at the side of his neck as he shouted, completely lost in the thrill of victory.

Abeba didn’t even notice how she furrowed her brows with deep resentment, balling her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Her overwhelming fear turned into deep animosity as she gazed into the eyes of this careless brute, basking in the glory without a shimmer of regret behind his expression. He had fatally injured Amon, and for what? The crowd didn’t demand it, and Abeba was sure that what he did went against the rules of combat within the colosseum.

And yet, the Minotaur stood before her with a wide grin and countless adoring fans.

The men patted his shoulders as he walked by them. The women cast amused glances right at his frame. And Abeba had just stepped into the middle of the crowd, standing merely a few paces away from the mighty figure.

“You…You disgusting brute!” she rang out from behind him.

The moment the words had left her mouth, she felt a pang of regret hit her like a punch to the face. Most of the crowd went silent as they cleared away, leaving Abeba and the Minotaur in the center.

He turned to Abeba slowly, his arms dropping to his sides as his poison-green eyes glared down at her.

He was much taller than her—taller than Amon, even. It felt like she shrank down to the size of a mouse as he stepped toward her, his expression surprised but amused.

Abeba felt her heart skip a beat, but she didn’t break eye contact. She stared back at him, her face tensed with the same disgust that she voiced in her words.

“You wanted to kill him!” she exclaimed loudly, pointing at the Minotaur with a shaky hand.

“You didn’t have to do that! You didn’t! He surrendered!” she shouted, her emotions running wild, leaving no room for rational fear or intimidation.

The Minotaur mustered Abeba from head to toe, his confident smile fading slightly as he listened to her words.

A new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks as she went on.

“You—you degenerate filth!”

A moment of silence followed, broken only by the muttering of the people around them.

Then, the Minotaur’s smile returned, and his eyes softened with a carelessness that only exacerbated Abeba’s fury.

“And you are…?” he asked, scratching his beard with a light chuckle, joined by a few others around him.

Abeba took a shaky breath, wrapping her arms around herself as she felt the gaze of everyone around them press in on her.

“You didn’t have to do it!” she cried once more.

It didn’t matter anymore. Her credibility, her reputation, it was all irrelevant now. This man, this monster, had taken the most important thing in her life away from her. And it burned in her chest like fire.

The Minotaur regarded her for another moment, his grin never wavering.

“Perhaps I did you a favor, then,” he replied.

“A gladiator’s woman!”

His call went out to the crowd around them. They chimed in with increasing laughter, each cackle reinforcing the Minotaur’s malice.

Abeba remained frozen still, her sorrow and rage just barely contained. The Minotaur stepped closer to her, throwing a shadow over her as his eyes darted between her and the amphitheater.

“Must’ve been a grand pleasure, watching your Amon come home every day with a new scar. You two must enjoy feeding off each other’s miserable lives,” he muttered so that only she could hear.

“Miserable…?” she repeated through her clenched teeth.

“What do you have? A crowd of sheep? You can’t understand the damage you’ve done. No one here cares about the man underneath the armor. You’re no one, don’t you see that?”

Her words were deadly, her voice low and overcome with a mixture of dread and rage. She was cornered, and now she had to bite back.

The Minotaur’s amused expression faltered. For just a moment, he seemed beaten, as if Abeba’s words hit something that Amon’s sword could not. Something buried very, very deep within his pride and adoration.

Abeba noticed it quickly, how his strength faded, the way his condescending demeanor died like an insect she had stomped on. And she was happy to have crushed it.

He furrowed his thick brows slightly, crumpling his nose like a snarling dog. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Then, after a few speechless breaths, he finally raised his finger, pointing right at her.

“Do you see anyone here weeping over your lover?” he questioned quietly.

“I’m a man the citizens of Rome will celebrate and remember. There’s no greater honor than that.”

Abeba was shaken. She couldn’t even think of a response as she struggled to calm her breathing. The way he talked made it sound like Amon was truly gone. But he couldn’t be.

He leaned down toward her slightly, his face darkening in the shade.

“And you’re scaring away all the citizens,” he said, turning on his heels and walking toward a carriage at the far end of the crowd.

Abeba watched with silent resentment as the Minotaur reached into the window of his private wagon, a luxurious box carried by two white horses with trimmed tails.

He retrieved a small sack of coins and tossed it at the guard standing behind Abeba, who caught it in his hands.

“Let her downstairs,” he said to the guard, as if he were in charge.

“That’ll quiet her down, make her less fussy.”

The guard glanced at the sack filled with coins shortly, weighing it in his palm before stuffing it into one of his back pockets.

“This way,” he murmured to Abeba.

She didn’t move for a moment, her eyes still fixed on the Minotaur. But then she remembered where the guard would be leading her: to Amon.

Without another word spoken, she wiped her tears and turned to swiftly follow the guard, who pressed through the mass of people around them toward the gates of the underground barracks.

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thetldrplace · 2 years ago

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Excerpts from James Mill's Elements of Political Economy- Marx (1844)

I probably dived more into this section than any other because it covers some of the foundational arguments for Marxism. Unlike some of the other sections where I more or less reproduced the text with little commentary, this contains a LOT of my own commentary mixed in with the summary of the text. I haven't bothered trying to summarize the entire thing point by point. I really just wanted to analyze the arguments.

Summary Money, wage-labor, credit, and banking are all forms of human alienation. They transform man from a real living individual into an abstract caricature of his true self. The system of exchange transforms man from a real living individual into an abstract caricature of his true self. The system of exchange is social intercourse not between men, but between men as things of value, that is, an alienated form of social intercourse.

Finally, Marx expounds his positive ideas on labor as the free expression of human nature, based on love and mutual affirmation.

Text Marx questions Mill's economic laws, which he says don't really capture the whole. As such, the laws Mill describes aren't really laws at all. The only true law, Marx says, is chance.

Marx says Mill correctly sums up the matter when he calls money the medium of exchange. Marx says the very fact of this medium is what estranges man from the products he makes. Money turns him into a lost, dehumanized creature. Man is no longer the mediator with other men, thus his slavery reaches a climax.

Separated from the mediator, money, objects lose their worth, because now, they only have value insofar as they represent him, whereas he used to represent them. (?)

Credit Marx mentions two situations where credit is conceivable. The first is a rich man extends credit to a poor man whom he regards as industrious. From there, Marx says "the poor man's life, his talent and his labors serve the rich man as a guarantee that the money he has lent will be returned. The totality of the poor man's social virtues, the content of his life's activity, his very existence, represent for the rich man the repayment of his capital with interest. We should reflect on the immorality implicit in the evaluation of a man in terms of money, such as we find in the credit system."

Except it was Marx who decided that rather than just the poor guy needing to pay back money he borrowed, it was the “totality of the poor man's social virtues, the content of his life's activity, his very existence" that was wrapped up in this... and then we are told to reflect on the immorality in the system. This is fairly common in Marx's assertions. He defines this relationship in the worst possible terms, then declares it immoral.

In the second instance, which is credit lent to a man with means, Marx asserts that credit is the "economic judgment on the morality of a man." I find very little reason to accept that Marx's assertions about the deeper meaning of credit are true.

The Ideal Society Marx has an ideal that he is after. People make products with their own hands, which makes them "human products" and exchange them directly with others, which is social activity and social enjoyment, and this is the true essence of man in true community. Man, in fact, is not truly man unless he is useful in his community.

There is something to this, I agree. We are communal and we are meant to be in communion with others. But Marx feels that unless we do things the way he says would work best, it's all "estrangement" and "alienation". I don't see any justification for this.

Private Property Of private property, Marx says economics begins with the relations between men as relations between private property owners. If we assume that private property is man's personal, distinguishing, and hence essential existence- then it follows that the loss of that private property is the alienation of the man as much as the property itself.

So to follow along, the private property that men own can be any commodity that is "theirs". I own a bike, it's my property, not community property. So what justification is there for assuming that bike is my personal, distinguishing, and essential existence? Suppose we exchange modern man for prehistoric man, and the bike the modern man bought for a canoe the prehistoric man built, which, in Marx's ideal world, prehistoric man could exchange in a social setting and be his true human self.... why is the canoe that belongs to prehistoric man not be recast as his essential existence, while the modern man's bike is? Of course, neither are. But there is some mystical logic going on in Marx's mind to draw such conclusions. "If we assume..." He says... but what justification is there for assuming such a thing, which doesn't seem to follow at all from the facts on the ground.

He follows this up with a situation where the man cedes his property to another, presumably, for example, he sells his bike. Marx calls this: externalizing or alienating the man's private property.

Well.... he sold it, so it isn't his any longer... so I guess that's one way of putting it. Marx asks, "how do I ever come to alienate my property to another? Need. The other man has something I lack, but which I neither can, nor will, dispense with, which I need to complete my own existence and to realize my own essence."

So, in case you haven't guessed it, the thing the other has that I lack is money. Because I sold the bike.... and the guy paid for it. Clearly, I decided I'd rather have the money than the bike, so we traded. This simple transaction is recast in the most dire terms. I've alienated my private property for something that I need to complete my own existence and realize my essence. My god, that sounds monstrous, when all I did was sell my bike for a fair price.

If I were to give Marx the benefit of the doubt, maybe, in this harsh pitiless world, I was forced by hunger and need to sell my bike, in order to find my next meal. Ok. Why is that any different from prehistoric man making things and trading them to others for his subsistence? Marx, at root, seems to be taking issue with the fact that we need to provide food and shelter for ourselves by working. But when has that ever NOT been the case?

Marx sees the personally produced and traded model of society as more personal, and therefore more human. I can grant there is something to that. But none of that abolishes the need of man to work for his bread and shelter. While Marx might prefer that society be run in a more primitive way, that's only his preference, it shouldn’t be foisted on everyone else because he feels it is better.

Consumption In his comments on consumption, Marx writes: the fundamental premise of private property is that man produces only to have. Production has a useful aim and a selfish aim- he produces only to have something for himself and the gratification of his own needs. OMG!

Later, Marx makes the statement that our mutual value is the value of our mutual objects. For us, therefore, man himself is worthless. C'mon, Marx. I sell my bike to a guy for $300. Our concern with each other, IN THE TRANSACTION, is the bike and the money, but that doesn't mean we consider each other 'worthless'.

Wage-Labor In his paragraphs on wage-labor, one of the most important foundations of Marxism, he makes the assertion that when products are sold for an exchange medium (money), then labor is converted to wage-labor. In wage-labor, the worker has no direct relation to the product. This should perhaps be compared to what Marx sees as the ideal. We as humans make produce something with our hands. This affirms both ourselves, as well as our neighbor, because in producing something, I used my own specific character and individuality to produce it. It is an expression of my own individual life, and in making it, I can derive pleasure. And in your use of my product, I have the satisfaction that my product is meeting a fellow human's need. That would be labor that has a social benefit. Wage labor, on the other hand, provides the worker only with money. But he is divorced from the product and the humans that will use the product. It is this alienation that Marx sees as untenable in modern society.

Again, I will grant that there is something nice to Marx's ideal. In fact, there are lots of small businesses within modern society that labor to produce something more personal on that level.

Marx has the notion that we should abolish private property, have everyone work producing something they love, and then freely exchange according to needs. But of course, the problem is knowing what should be produced with the limited resources available in any community. Communism needs a central planning committee that will decide the allocation of resources, capitalism requires a free market to do so.

#Marx #Marxism #Excerpts from James Mills Political Economy

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