#claire is kind and compassionate and amazing

[resizura]

saw a gifset of claire from degeneration and between that and me playing code veronica im still mad at how bad they nerfed claire

[toffeeanddragons]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thank you so much @idle-brit for tagging me!This was lots of fun :) 💖

My tags: @delyth88, @elymusplant, @galaxythreads, @chemical-processes. No pressure to answer, of course :)

1. Loki (MCU)

As much as I love everyone on this list, there is absolutely no competition for number 1. Loki has been my favourite character of all time for nearly 6 years now (because clearly the best time to join someone's fandom is after they've just been murdered), and is showing absolutely no signs of being replaced anytime soon. I have a Loki blog, for god's sake. The brodinsons are my favourite relationship in any kind of media, ever. I love them so, so much. Loki's a million different things and feelings, all at the same time, all fighting with each other, which makes for a wonderfully complex and nuanced character. Also, he's hilarious. Look at that eye roll. This is a man who hates his life, which makes me feel better about mine. Thanks, Loki.

2. Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

As will become obvious throughout this list, I love me an emotionally traumatised crazy person. Klaus is that. One of the characters who makes me laugh the most, ever, show-stopping dress sense, and a bucketload of unresolved trauma which goes largely ignored by Klaus, the other characters and the narrative itself? It was love at first sight. Their banter with the other characters, especially Ghost Ben (rip) is one of my favourite aspects of the show. Here's to hoping that Klaus won't be getting the Allison treatment in season 4!

3. Pippa Fitz-Amobi (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder)

I binge-read the entire AGGTM series earlier this year, and instantly fell in love with it. Pip is one of my favourite protagonists ever. Impossibly clever, compassionate, obsessive, badass, and a teensy bit unhinged. What's not to love? I would die for her. I'd say that I'd kill for her, but I think she's got that covered. I think she's written in a very realistic way, firstly as a genius 17 year old girl who doesn't really know what she's getting into, and later as a haunted individual who wants to stop investigating but can't. The way she politely knocks on people's front doors to dig up their traumas, accuse them of murder and all-round ruin their lives is everything to me. She is my blorbo. I am so, so excited for the show to come out, and I'm sure that Emma Myers will do a wonderful job as Pip!

4. Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

One of the best-written characters, in one of the best-written series ever. Reading from her perspective is such a delight- she's endlessly suspicious of everyone around her, constantly on survival mode, trusting very few people and relying on exactly no one (to begin with, at least). She's a random teenage girl, from the poorest district, and she wins the Hunger Games. She's so mentally unstable that she has to be sedated, and still she's made to be the face of a rebellion. She's rude, and kind of unlikeable. She adopts all the weakest tributes, at risk to herself, knowing that they won't win. She's doomed to fail by the narrative. She's the it girl of 2010s dystopian YA fiction. Jennifer Lawrence is an amazing actress, who does a beautiful job portraying the depth and conflict of Katniss in the films. The themes and social commentary of the Hunger Games is one of its (many) strong points, and I am so so glad that people are talking about it again, because it is my favourite book series out there.

5. Mitchell Pritchett (Modern Family)

I have no idea what to say about this man, I just love him. He just like me fr. What an icon. Impeccable music taste. I've started saying, "no my god" now, and nobody understands what I'm talking about. Even in a sitcom, my favourite is the one with issues that he refuses to talk about or fix. The episode where he's trying to hide that he dressed up as spiderman makes me cry-laugh. Claire's speech at his wedding makes me just cry. He's not a perfect man, but he's certainly better than everyone else.

6. Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die)

My favourite cringefail loser! I said Katniss was doomed by the narrative in a metaphorical way. This idiot is actually doomed.

No but in all seriousness, I do really love him. Before the beginning of the game, he was just a relatively normal young man- but, when confronted with the inevitability of his own death, he made himself into a monster to survive. He has a violent vendetta against the local badass teenage girl, who is traumatised as hell already and does not need Shin chipping in as well, thank you very much. I love his relationship with Kanna, his biological sister; how he uses her, manipulates her, and still cares for her so much that he dies for her with a smile on his face in the Emotion route. Conversely, in the Logic route, his actions are a direct cause of her death, and I just love how much YTTD hates siblings. I hope that his past with Midori is explored more in either a mini-episode or the final part of the game, because I find it sooo interesting. I'm super excited to see whether he actually has no chance of survival, or whether he makes it out, against the odds, on one of the routes. He's a bit useless, so I won't get my hopes up.

7. Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

I think it goes without saying that Euphoria has its issues, lol. Sam Levinson is an idiot. While a lot of the show (especially season 2) feels shallow and like it doesn't care about its characters, Rue's storylines always have heart and depth and I am so invested in her arc. It's no wonder that Zendaya won 2 Emmys for this role, because her acting is phenomenal! Rue feels so real to me, in the way that she's trying so hard to stay sober but she falls down and relapses time and time again. Recovery isn't linear, but she's getting there, and I adore her with all my heart. Her relationships with Lexi, her mother, her sister, and her sponsor, Ali, are my favourites, and the healthiest for her, in my opinion. Her brief friendship/ romance with Jules may have kept her more solidly sober than anything else in the show, but Jules (understandably) cracks under the pressure of Rue's mental health, and can't be there for her. Rue needs to heal for herself, which she appears to be doing at the end of S2.

8. Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

Duffer brothers, please just let her be happy.

Despite only being introduced in Season 2, Max has, in my opinion, had the best character development out of everyone on the show. Her growth from someone standoffish, rude, and uninterested in the group (maybe I'm being a bit harsh. She was, like, 12) to someone who is willing to risk her life to help her friends and Hawkins means so much to me. The scene in "Dear Billy" (S4, Ep4) where she escapes from Vecna remains my favourite in the whole show and will probably be burned into my brain forever. Her relationships with Lucas and El are very sweet, and some of my favourites in Stranger Things. Her final line in S4, after all her struggles over the season, being that she doesn't want to die literally breaks my heart. I hope she gets some degree of a happy ending in the final season. She was my first profile picture when I joined this hellsite, and I love her a lot.

9. Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)

The shenanigans that this girl gets up to never fail to make me laugh. The bit where she accidentally dyes her hair green and then has to hack it all off makes me feel awful for her, but. it's hilarious. Sorry, Anne. Her friendship with Diana is so sweet but also so funny to me because they really are the most chaotic duo of the 1880s. The scene where Anne accidentally gives her alcohol instead of fruit juice is so mortifying but so, so funny. Amidst all of the insane situations that Anne gets into are a lot of really heartwarming moments and relationships. Matthew and Marilla adopting Anne, even though they wanted a boy, because she's so endearing and alone in the world is probably what made me who I am today. I still haven't gotten around to watching Anne with an E, but I've heard it's amazing. I look forward to watching it when I have the time :).

10. Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

My first ever favourite character! Another one who I don't have a tonne to say about. She's an icon, she's a legend, and she is the moment. She has done nothing wrong, ever. She knows martial arts, so watch out.

Honourable mentions: Thor (MCU), Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games), Gretchen Weiners (Mean Girls), Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99), Maurice Moss (The IT Crowd), The Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), James (The End of the F***ing World), Ali Abdul (Squid Game).

If you read all of this then thanks, and have a great day!

[ouroboros-spiderlilies]

Concept: Resident Evil Coffee Shop AU because I want to see my favorite characters happy.

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 is one of the employees that worked at the café from the very beginning. Sometimes guides the new employees and is overall like a big brother. Kind and ready to help. Sometimes makes small talk with regulars like Jill or Claire do and always ask for their well being. Compassionate but feels sometimes hot headed when he encounters unreasonable and rude customers and isn’t afraid to stand up for a fellow employee if necessary. Buys his sister pastries even though she could do it herself and always takes most work onto his shoulders.

I think his special drink would be either a simple black coffee or something more special like a Latte Macchiato.

𝗝𝗶𝗹𝗹 working alongside Chris from the very beginning is very experienced and remains calm even during the rush hours. He cares deeply for her coworkers and doesn’t hesitate to help them out if needed. 10/10 amazing manager that stays professional and collected in every situation and is 100% reliable. Often seen joking around with her coworkers if not busy. Regulars love her and she actually remembers some of the usual orders of customers she’s that she likes. Very skilled with her hands and makes one of the best latte arts ever at a pretty high pace. Will always stand up for colleagues who have a hard time or are being insulted.

I think her special drink would be an Iced Latte to sip on during her free time or a Vienna Coffee when she can sit down with friends.

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 often comes to the café to help her brother out a bit if they are short staffed. Has a fair share of skills that she learned from Chris and is often worried that her brother over works himself. Never afraid to stand up for herself if she deals with a rude customer but is always soft to younger customers. Often studies for college at the café if her help isn’t needed, the table near the window in the far corner being her favorite spot.

Her special drink would be a Frappe or a Latte Macchiato. Tasty, fancy and a good mood is guaranteed during a long study session.

𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 being the young and new barista who’s a little bit inexperienced but learns and adapts pretty fast. He’s always kind and polite to his customers and colleagues and is just a very likable guy that you can’t be mad at for too long. Tries his absolute best and has many regulars that often come to his shift. Is often paired up with Claire since she has more experience and is usually a good head-strong counterpart.

His special drink being a Cappuccino because of the latte art and him trying to learn the skills or a Red Eye to wake up in the morning.

𝗔𝗱𝗮 being one of the mysterious customers that visit the café especially in the evenings when there are less people. Nobody knows when or why she came to the city or what she’s doing for a living. She appeared out of the blue and now the lady in red is a constant visitor in the café. Though her visits are irregular she always manages to come when it’s Leon’s shift. She’s very charming but has many different layers underneath her usual demeanor.

Her special drink would be either a Macchiato or a Mocha. I imagine her liking it rather simple but also having a sweet tooth from time to time.

𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 being another mysterious customer with a cold and intimidating aura. Always wearing sunglasses and expensive looking clothes he sure stands out in the café but nobody is brave enough to approach him. Also comes by during the calmer hours but never staying for too long. Some say he’s a business man, some say they saw him enter a pharmaceutic company and some say he does something shady. Wasn’t this guy in the law enforcement? But in the end rumors are just that: Rumors…,right?

His special drink would be either an Americano or a simply black coffee. He stays true to the simplicity of the classics.

[merrilark]

I posted 5,023 times in 2022

That's 4,327 more posts than 2021!

606 posts created (12%)

4,417 posts reblogged (88%)

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I tagged 4,878 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#the umbrella academy - 763 posts

#personal - 443 posts

#klaus hargreeves - 374 posts

#not my art - 267 posts

#not fandom - 262 posts

#save for a rainy day - 225 posts

#misfits - 192 posts

#robert sheehan - 185 posts

#doctor who - 175 posts

#nathan young - 172 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#☝️☝️☝️ end point? enjoy what you like and don't rag on people for things they like—esp. if that ragging leads to demanding personal info

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I love that the Sonic movies are just big old found family stories. It gives me such happy butterflies seeing it grow, and Sonic getting to be a hero and yet not having to totally sacrifice being a kid. They've given us such a soft Sonic. A soft Sonic who says I love you, gives hugs, and treats his friends as more than just friends or teammates, he treats them like family.

Sonic has never been cruel, exactly, or even very cold, but these movies have given him a special familial kind of warmth that I think is often neglected in the games. And it's so, so nice to see it.

111 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#4

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143 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

#3

Holy cow, guys. I took a bunch of screenshots with the intention of trying to see what items Sparrow Ben has in his room but instead I think I just accidentally discovered that Klaus and Sparrow Ben have the same room.

So two incredibly clever fans @writing-by-candlelight​ and @nikkiwriteswords​ have already done some amazing work trying to figure out the layout of the Umbrella Academy in these two posts [1, 2] respectively.

Thanks to them, we can assume that Klaus’ bedroom was eventually expanded and merged into Viktor’s bedroom as evidenced by Viktor’s brick wall also being present in Klaus’ room:

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144 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#2

The growing in popularity theory that Allison's actions in S3 are because she rumored herself to be happy just doesn't sit right with me. I loved her anti-hero arc, adored it actually, but that doesn't mean I also don't find those actions abhorrent. She's made horrible decisions as a person, but as a character, she's as fantastic as she is fascinating.

The idea that Allison went off the rails because she rumored herself is an understandable attempt to reconcile with some of the bad things she's done, and I get that. It sucks when characters you love disappoint you and do something shocking and horrible. But it's a solution that's far too simple and does a complete disservice to her character by cancelling all accountability for her actions and ignoring her depth as a damaged, struggling human being.

Allison has always, always been accustomed to using her power for personal gain. It's how she got what she wanted as a child and later as an adult. Besides rumoring Claire which resulted in her losing custody, she rumored her first husband, Patrick, into loving her, which is no different than what she did to Luther, we just don't see it first hand. To say that her behavior in S3 is only in-character through taking away her own agency by rumoring herself is canonically untrue, and flattens her into something boring and perfect which Allison is anything but.

She's compassionate, she's spiteful. She's gentle, she's cruel. She's understanding, she's selfish. She's put-together, she's a trainwreck. She's a great mom friend, she's the worst enemy you could ever have.

Allison Hargreeves isn't all good or all bad, she's both in varying, shifting shades just like all of the other Hargreeves or any well-written character. She's faceted, incredible, and in a lot of pain. And pain isn't always pretty; often times it's ugly, and occasionally it brings out our very worst.

517 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

If TUA S4 actually does put Five in school to help him “blend in” or whatever, all I beg is that at some point “Teenagers” by MCR plays over a montage of Five really going through it in school and barely containing his homicidal rage while some snotty teen shoves him into a locker.

Finally Five has enough and verbally eviscerates Head Bully until they run, tail-tucked between their legs. Some other kids see and Five accidentally becomes the champion of school losers. All the nerds and outcasts flock to him for protection and absolutely no one gets pushed around on his watch. Oh were you thinking of stealing Jimmy’s lunch money? Too bad, Five Hargreeves is smiling at you from across the cafeteria, which means you have about three seconds to run.

Eventually Five begrudgingly discovers that he’s fond of the awkward gaggle of teens that look up to him. This is the only reason he goes from “I’m almost 60 years old with an IQ of 190, goddammit, I’m not going to school!” to “Yes, I am getting up at 6am to catch the bus; school starts at 8 o’clock sharp and I refuse to be late”. Those idiot kids NEED him, okay, and he won’t disappoint.

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[pupperchris]

RE Infinite Darkness Could've Been Better

I watched AND rewatched RE: Infinite Darkness andddd it was great! But this is yet another instance where I wish Claire was the MC whereas Leon was the supporting role. Leon is involved bcs it's his job, but Claire got involved bcs she's a journalist trying to get to the bottom of things so if we saw them meet up during Claire's investigation then Leon would tell her details leading to them working together. ANYWAYS I want to comment on all the new characters (That are now dead ☺️) but #LOVED PATRICK he just looks like a wet cat like all the time😭 and he's just doing his best💕 he doesn't like Leon in the beginning for whatever reason I just wish we saw him more in action cuz it's clear that he's an agent maybe not as experienced as Leon but ik he has some sweet moves in him.

Shen Mei was also lovely. RIP Shen Mei you would've loved Ada Wong😪 I felt so bad for her tho bcs she cares for her brother, and she genuinely wanted to bring justice to the victims of Raccoon City and Panamstan ONLY TO GET KILLED BY JASON 😭 I just know how betrayed she felt when she figured out Jason wasn't in the same boat as her like she thought they were in it together💀

now...Jason I like you...but...I HATE YOU. Idk I felt like they were making him too...emo like "it starts with fear then you cultivate it and watch it spread and that's terror 🐺👿" like brooo shut upppp you doing too much 😭 like I think if maybe he tried to speak out in some way or like Shen Mei and he have been secretly exposing bits and pieces of Panamstan and Raccoon City but keeps getting covered up I would see Jason's POV like yes bro! Turn into a BOW and show them!! Like I can see him getting impatient and resorting to that like making Shen Mei and Jason two sides of the same coin, I think their dynamic and character itself would've been more interesting that way. Also, I don't think he would kill Shen Mei bcs to my understanding they've been together for like a long time SO IT MADE NO SENSE FOR JASON TO KILL HER. If you wanted Jason to kill her make it accidental bcs I would think he cares about her since she's been there since day 1. So Leon's character was AMAZING in this series they got his funny and serious side at the same time this is what Degeneration Leon should've been instead of the awkward mewing mess he is in that first movie and I wish that we could've seen that nice back and forth we get with Claire and him since he was more playful in this series also I think that that would've aided their break up scene at the end💔(IK IT WASNT A BREAKUP SCENE BUT IT FELT LIKE ONE DAMMIT😭)

bcs then Claire knows abt the chip and since Leon knows abt her investigation she's under the assumption that Leon would give it to her, but with Leon not giving it to her she almost views him as a bad guy bcs there been through so much trouble to get it and come out alive and he just kind of brushes her off🫤...Okay now CLAIRE I LOVE HER homegirl so good at her job that the government had to kidnap her☺️ there's not much to say just like how passionate and compassionate she is through all of it she's amazing literally can't do any harm I don't have much to say abt her character bcs she doesn't go through and arc but she's just I think disappointed in Leon I really like the line "That outfit doesn't suit you" bcs it has a deeper meaning like in the beginning of it its like haha you look silly😊 to her not recognizing him anymore like the suit represents the government that covered up the RC incident and the outfit doesn't suit the same rookie cop that she met all those years ago😕MAYBE I'm reading too into it but that's my #take all in all it was a great show 5.5/10 I might make more posts abt it but this is it for now

[booasaur]

I’m not sure if you’ve answered this before, but in case you haven’t, what are your top 10 characters? I’ve always had the same couple of character in mind but working remotely for the last few years made me watch a lot of current and past tv and I’ve changed my opinion a lot. Some characters that I thought were amazing when I was younger are really underwritten or bland, or just not what I thought at all lol. It’s nice to have a better perspective but it also made me stop rewatching because I want to keep some old favourites still!

Lol, anon, the wrench you've thrown into my night! I might have been asked this before, but I don’t think I’ve ever answered, it's always been so difficult to pick and rank, but for some reason, I decided to give it a try tonight.

Oddly enough, I don't really think I've experienced what you have, but aww, that sucks, to lose faves like that, or to be afraid to lose them. :x Hopefully you’ve been able to add more!

I think the difference for me is that I don't really have individual favorites so much as archetypes? And that's going to show in this longass list of way more than 10 characters.

I decided to do a read more for both length as well as to give myself the option to edit in the future:

So this isn't an official list, I tried to make a list years ago and realized how difficult that would be and decided it'd be better to do archetypes/similar groupings, because there are SO many awesome characters, I can't remember and list every one of them, but archetypes I have a much better handle on.

This is messy because there might be overlap between groups but I spent a while tonight organizing them and sorting into a kind of spectrum so I think this is as good as it gets.

Oh, you may think they should be in different groups, but these are simply why they matter to me:

Boss ass bitches - The characters who're smart and ambitious and wield it well, it's plain fun watching them in charge:

Jessica Pearson Brenda Leigh Johnson Kerry Weaver Baroness Spoor (Crest of the Stars) Siuan Seo-hyun (Mine) Chrisjen Maria Hill (Added 2022-12-22)

Compassionate leaders - These are the leaders who're also of course badass and fun, but what I like about them specifically is the work they've put in to be kind, so it’s not a coincidence several of them are working to fix past mistakes. The rest are just very good at leading in ways that center other people:

Lexa (Kenshin/Xena - This was one of the earliest entries and my effort to try really group whole archetypes into single representative characters, so you can see how that works) Claire Redfield (movies version) Two (Dark Matter) Dutch (Killjoys) Kat Loving (Strange Empire) Warren (Z Nation) Naomi Nagata Janeway Amalia True (Added 2023-02-18) I might put someone like Laura Peterson in this one or the one above

Good-hearted and competent - These are the people I love for BOTH these traits, that their competence and skills are part of their personality, and it serves them in being good:

Seven of Nine Moiraine Kat Edison Donna Clark (HACF) Jessica Fletcher Ginger (Filthy Rich) Drummer Sam Carter Bobbie Draper Ellie Sattler Nakia Trinity Teresa Lisbon (Mentalist) Lafiel (Crest of the Stars) Probably the longest list, I'd put people like Kirsten from Vigil, Fear Street's Deena, Bletchley Circle's Susan, etc here

Incredibly big-hearted - These people may be many things, including extremely competent, but my first love for them is just how much they strive to do the right thing:

Kara Danvers Nausicaa (Ghibli) Raya Sister Julienne (Call the Midwife) Hi-soo (Mine) Jade Tanchingco Khirad (Humsafar) Rory Gilmore James Holden (Added 2021-12-23 - Moved here 2022-03-04) Frodo (Added 2022-03-04) Ava (Added 2022-12-06) Cruz (Special Ops Lioness) (Added 2023-09-03) Mickey Bolitar (Shelter) (Added 2023-09-07) This is where characters like Buffy and CW’s Nancy Drew (or every version, really), etc would also go

A little self-centered or demanding or flighty but ultimately still very lovely:

Glinda Upland Blair Warner Michiru Aaliyah (Special Ops Lioness) (Added 2023-09-03) Where LM Montgomery heroines and Fatin from The Wilds and Bess from CW’s Nancy Drew would go

A lot more self-centered or demanding but I love ‘em:

Rachel Berry Monica Gellar

Veering into straight up bitch territory but usually because of some insecurity or other: April Stevens Paris Gellar Quinn Fabray Katie Fitch Ava (General Hospital)

Neat characters who always win:

Harley Quin (not Harley Quinn, but the possibly only supernatural Agatha Christie detective, the personification of death) Psmith (Favorite of Wodehouse protags)

Doofuses:

Jay Kulina (Kingdom) Jean Ralphio Saperstein Kenneth Parcell Randy (Enlisted)

Misc:

Eve (Killing Eve - No idea where she falls now given her writing) Kurapika (and similar wildcard characters, not leads, too strong, others include Fuji from Prince of Tennis, Yukimura Sanada from Samurai Deeper Kyo, Soujiro from Kenshin, Doc Holliday from Tombstone) Keanu characters

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 60, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering

First rewritten reworking 06/20/2023

Second rewritten reworking 11/01/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1241

Peter and I just acted lazy for the entire day. It was nice, not having to do anything at all except snuggle in each other’s arms. He milked my tits four times that day, always certain to ease me into a mind blowing orgasm, which always ended with me knocked out for an hour or two.

In other words, Peter simply doted on me.

 It was weird to have a giant vampire-like man taking care of me and showering me with love, but I quickly grew used to it, especially after hearing Peter talking about taking care of his sisters and mother whenever Mother Nature would come knocking when he was a child. I feel deeper in love with my soulmate after he told me he once beat up a kid for stealing the money his sister gave him to go out and buy her some tampons.

 “I never wore tampons,” I told him. “They’re too invasive. I tried one time, but I had to take it out almost immediately.”

 “Makes sense,” Peter hummed. “Sweetheart, when you say you were raped…”

 “Eric jammed his penis inside me,” I answered, squeezing my eyes shut as the memories swam to the surface of my mind. “He was tiny compared to you, like three or four or five inches. He practically had a micropenis.”

 “Fuck,” Peter breathed, combing his fingers through my curls and gripping me tightly at the roots. “Sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

 “You honestly have nothing to be sorry for,” I breathed out before tucking my face into his shoulder, shuffling into his lap, positioning my knees onto either sides of his hips. “Just tell me you’ll protect me.”

 “Until the day I die,” he murmured, softly kissing my temple. “I love you.”

 “I love you, too.” I gathered up my courage. “Peter?”

 “Hmmm?” he hummed, gently tracing the outline of my face with his nose.

 “Can I see it?” he gave me a quizzical look and my face turned cherry red. “Your cock.”

 “Oh, sweetheart-” He practically jumped backwards at my bold request. “I want our first time to be special. Can you wait until after we’re married? I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re in such a vulnerable state of mind.”

 “But I don’t know how to give a proper blowjob,” I weakly explained. “I really don’t want to disappoint you-”

 “Sweetheart,” Peter held my warm face in his cool hands, the temperature difference making goosebumps break out onto my skin. “You could never disappoint me- you are my soulmate. If anything, you’re someone who I admire and look up to.”

 “Me?” I chuckled, resting my head in his lap and closing my eyes. “Why me? Don’t make me laugh!”

 “You’re so kind, and gentle, and caring, and sweet, and loving, and funny, and compassionate,” Peter began to list things about me that he found appealing. “You’re unafraid to speak your mind and you make friends wherever you go. You’re always so positive and you’re not afraid to ask for help. You have such a beautiful soul.”

 I cooed softly, rubbing my thumb over his knee.

 “You’re amazing yourself,” I hummed, turning my head to look up into his green eyes. “You’re so caring and protective, and I love how talented you are. I love that you’re mine and mine alone.”

 Peter’s eyes went feral and he lifted me so that I was straddling his manly hips once again. He cupped my cheeks in his hand and smashed our mouths together, his lips massaging mine harshly as he made out with me. I placed my hands onto his shoulders and began to grind myself in his lap, sighing out a moan and the coil began to twist at the feeling of his cock hardening underneath me.

 Peter placed a hand on my hip, his other hand going to grip at the back of my head as I humped my groaning cunt into his crotch. He reached out and yanked my shirt up, exposing my tits, heavy with milk, and looked at me as though asking for permission.

 “Peter…” I whined, tossing my head back as the sparks began to flicker through my veins. “Milk my tits!”

 He grinned savagely at my plea before attacking my tits with his lips, the sounds of him feeding from me driving me crazy as I tossed my head back yet again. I locked my hands behind his head and bounced myself harder on his lap.

 “Fucking shit-” was all that I could manage to say before I was exploding into everything and fading away to nothing.

 When I came to, Peter was gently suckling me dry, his hands guiding my hips in lazy figure eights. I moaned softly, the only sound I could really let out, and stretching my neck up to lazily mouth at his ear.

 “Hey there, sweetheart,” he murmured, cupping the side of my face and moving me so that I was now slouched in front of him with a shy smile on my face.

 “Iloveyou,” I slurred together, now noticing that his erection was still there. “Dotheother?”

 Peter’s face lit up and he attached myself to my other tit, moving his hand so that one was splayed across my back helping me stay up while the other remained on my hip, coaxing me to grind them against his crotch. I sagged into his hold on me, allowing him to support me as he pleasured me to bits.

 SNAP

 I let go with a squeal, my body spasming and twitching as I came down from my high. Peter helped me through it, gently overstimulating me until I was crying from the overwhelming feeling of too much, too much, too much.

 “Are you alright, sweetheart?” Peter cooed, slipping the shirt back down over my now empty tits and laying me down next to him. I wordlessly pressed myself up against his strong body, sighing as he rested his hand on my stomach, where little girl greeted him with a kick. “Hello in there, little girl. I love you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my stomach, getting a slurred coo out of me.

 Mittens growled before jumping up onto my stomach, effectively blocking Peter from showering love onto little girl as she curled up into a ball, still keeping an eye on my soulmate.

 “What the fuck, cat?” Peter growled, trying to hide his smile at my tired giggles.

 “I love you, Miss Mittens!” I mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

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[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Oh my, Matt trying to live two lives is gonna kick him in the nuts at some point. And soon.

I just realized that most of the women in this show are somebody's love interest but it doesn't bother me in the slightest because there's soooooo much more to them than that. I usually roll my eyes if every woman in a show is paired up romantically with a male character but not in this series.

Karen is so amazing, resourceful, strong, brave, such a freaking badass... and so soft and compassionate and kind, she takes no bullshit from anyone, she's a joy to watch - and she has a damn arc, a story to tell that ties directly to S1 and that scumbag of Wesley. Claire is only on screen for a short period of time but damn she's amazing and that scene in the ER with her not backing down? hell yeah, my girl. Elektra is bad news but damn if I don't enjoy seeing her, such carelessness and so manipulative but fuck she gets shit done....

Will I ever stop posting about how much I'm loving Daredevil and its characters? That's an easy answer and the answer is no.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Hi Claire! Congratulations on 1k😘

For your event, can I please request a guy from JJK?

Sara, she/her , 24

INFJ, enneagram: 4, anxious, ambitious, sarcastic, curious

Preferred matchup gender: male

Personality: emotionally vulnerable , kind, compassionate, romantic, goofy, charismatic, laid back (but not too relaxed lol)

Favorite drink: rum and coke

Kinks: praise, body worship, light femdom stuff (idk if that’s a kink), marking/biting

Thanks ! And congratulations again 🥰

My lovely Sara is here, lot of people passed by in here to start this work, today it's your turn to show them what a great host you are and how you pleasure your favourite customer!

Warnings: Smut, Femdom, Sub Yuji, Pet Names, Food Play, 18+, Minors DNI

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuji Itadori

"Rook? Crepe? Pop Corn?" you say while you see your favourite client crossing the door of the Savant Claire Brothel, "Eheheh sorry Sara-chan, I was In Roppongi and came directly in here" Yuji says with a goofy smile, "You know that this isn't a place where to fuck and go away right? We serve foods! And drinks!?" still smiling he lookes at you and says, "Eheheh sorry again, I'd order something to drink then, Rum and cola? As always?" "You bet it pretty boy!" you say while licking his strawberry crepe, making him blush. You come back with the tray and sitting on his lap you pour your fingers on the cocktail and trailing them on his lips, Yuji blush "Keep the sunglasses on!" you order and the boy freezes in there at your bossy attitude. "What a looser" a boy passing by says while you give Yuji a cheek kiss, "I bet you would have more fun with me babygirl, come with me!" he continues smirking to Yuji who starts to be angry, "DON'T- fuckin - call me - babygirl! Bet you can do anything with the little stick you have in the middle of your legs" and ignoring him you take a piece of the crepe and share a kiss with Yuji. "Mmm - ngh - Sara - please!" Yuji begs "Please what pretty boy?" "Fuck me please I'm so needy", your hands start to roam on his crotch feeling the bulge, Yuji can't help but tremble waiting for the next move, opening the zip and scarting every clothe finally you free the girthed cock from the clothed prison. Precum smearing from the tip, with your fingers you spread it along the shaft earning a grip from him "Such a needy boy" you cooe finally stroking him and feeling more of his groans, "S-sara please!" he says raising his hips to meet your strocks, "BEG!" you say whil taking his face on your grip, "Beg if you want this pussy!" you continue until Yuji lets his lips pronounce what he needed from the beginning, "Fuck" you say sinking on his girthed cock, "So good baby" you say while bouncing up and down, breath and pants fill your ear, the pleasure every stroke gives to your tight walls is bliss. "Cmon pretty boy move and fuck me" you say while looking him with doe eyes, Yuji is helpless to your beauty and can't help but complies your request. Hard and messed thrusts fill your pussy, the moan now starts growing louder, "Suck my tits" you instruct while meeting his thrusts, feeling the tongue messily licking your nipple, the coil starts to form and with your fingers, you caress your clit soon coming undone. Yuji is breathless, sweat pearls his forehead and his balls tighten ready to shoot spurts of load on you, feeling your convulsing walls make him desperate for his release and grunting you finally pray him to cum inside you, "F-fuck" he grunts spilling himself inside you. "Thanks pretty boy, this is always amazing. Next time we're trying something new, ok?" a grin appears on his features, "Sure Sara-chan, I can't wait then!".

[fangomusic]

The 20 Best Albums of 2021

The best music of the year

CLICK ON EACH TITLE BELOW TO LISTEN TO THE FULL ALBUM

by Daniel De Luna

Ani DiFranco, Revolutionary Love 🇺🇸

A sophisticated and mellow album of refined folk, jazz, blues, and electronic hues. This time, DiFranco believed she needed to persuade people to believe in democracy, in each other, and in themselves once more, so she penned songs for compassionate living in disastrous times while on the road in 2019, observing America fall apart under Trump.

Arlo Parks, Collapsed In Sunbeams 🇬🇧

Meticulous subversive pop that clarifies a lot of ramifications with uncomplicated lyricism and dreamy melodies. Smooth soul music that conjures legends and contemporaries alike. In 2020, she won the BBC Music Award for Introducing Artist of the Year.

Billie Eilish, Happier Than Ever 🇺🇸

On her second full-length record she takes her smart signature sound into new territories, ratifying her as one of the most meaningful contemporary pop artists.

Bomba Estéreo, Deja 🇨🇴

Between real atmospheric sounds of mountains and waves, and the irresistible flawless beats of Deja, the poppier folk melodies, electronic sounds and cumbia rhythms, make this album a turning point for the Colombian duo formed by Liliana (Li) Saumet and Simón Mejía. The album is split into four sections symbolizing the four elements, air, fire, water, and earth. Lido Pimienta, Leonel García, Okan and Yemi Alade all take part therein.

C. Tangana, El Madrileño 🇪🇸

Trap with flamenco rhythms, classic guitars and percussive handclaps, give shape to this irreverent masterpiece of progressive folk. A self-aware and meticulously crafted album. Escorting Antón Álvarez Alfaro (better known as C. Tangana) along the way are José Feliciano, Jorge Drexler, Eliades Ochoa, Niño de Elche, Ed Maverick, Gipsy Kings, Andrés Calamaro, Kiko Veneno and a few others.

Cassandra Jenkins, An Overview On Phenomenal Nature 🇺🇸

With New York as the scenario, abundant detail and technique in the songwriting skills and serene experimental moods that give away every detail of the 33 minutes album’s plot, the resulting feature is an odyssey of admirable gush.

Clairo, Sling 🇺🇸

Maybe by leaving behind bedroom-recording, Clairo makes a daring move forward and co-produces this album with Jack Antonoff, with palpable references to Joni Mitchell and Carole King; Claire Cottrill perfects the construction of her own brilliant musical jewels.

Dave, We're All Alone In This Together 🇬🇧

The second studio album by British rapper David Orobosa Omoregie is a literate piece that cements himself by telling wise, and emotionally devastating truths for the voiceless people. This London rap masterpiece includes guest appearances from Stormzy, James Blake, Wizkid, Snoh Aalegra and Boj.

Herbert, Musca 🇬🇧

For the first time since 2001’s Bodily Functions, he returns to his ‘domestic house-music’ series. This album amplifies Herbert’s alternative jazz and R&B elements while also quietly meditating on the dance music values, contriving the intellectual and personal matters in opposition to the broad political issues. Y'akoto, Siân Roseanna, Bianca Rose, Allie Armstrong, and others are contributing to voice the production.

Jane Weaver, Flock 🇬🇧

Moving a bit apart from her psych-folk tones on her eleventh release, Flock is her rendition of a pop record. A vigorous album that uplifts the cheerless lyrics with luster and retro stylings with a hint of the future. Although the Scouser has always been funky, whimsical and revolutionary, in this work she makes it more obvious. It is unquestionably the effort of a daring artist.

Jesse Markin, Noir 🇫🇮

It’s amazing how such a gem could get lost in an ocean of releases and considering what kind of budgets records like this are made on, the producton is flawless. The versed Finnish rapper and singer’s second solo album Noir shows a deeper portrait of a creator who had to redefine himself after a surprising leap from the musical periphery to a broader recognition. Pay attention to this album, it’s a meaningful work of art.

La Femme, Paradigmes 🇫🇷

The band welcomes a bright and a shimmering sound to articulate themselves, it was expertly produced and with more elements at their disposal than ever before. Inside, debauchery and absurdity are abundant. This album has no modern equivalent. It is a truly entrancing exercise in how to create the most mesmerizing electro-pop possible.

Lake Stret Dive, Obviously 🇺🇸

There’s been a recent slew of great retro-sounding albums that could easily be placed between 1965 and 1975, and this album is one of them. Smart, soulful jazzy pop with a growing sense of songcraft that hints at Americana, R&B, and rock. Mike Elizondo produced the Boston band’s seventh album, which has palpable elements of feminism and a vibe of progressive social consciousness.

Leanne Betasamosake Simpson, Theory of Ice 🇨🇦

The acclaimed Mississauga Nishnaabeg scholar, author, poet and musician is one of the most fascinating Indigenous voices of her generation. Her third album is a unique work —that include a cover of Willie Dunn and a collaboration with John K. Samson of the Weakerthans— both splendidly intellectual and enthusiastically artistic, with poem readings that blend with nifty acoustic folk and cool thundering rock. Themed on the subject of nature and the climate crisis, this is a skillful ode to respecting the planet we live on.

Little Simz, Sometimes I Might Be Introvert 🇬🇧

The British rapper Simbiatu Ajikawo isn’t playing around. With beautiful production, polished lyrics, and vast vision, her fourth album is a fearless, enormous triumph. As a result of this work she rises to the rank of legends.

Low, Hey What 🇺🇸

Low’s twelfth album is equally demolishing and astonishingly beautiful. The clear and solitary voices shimmer through, rather than being covered by belligerent bursts of baffling anamorphic noise. lan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker can surely still astound us after twenty-eight years in the music business.

Noga Erez, Kids 🇮🇱

With this album, the Tel Aviv-based singer, songwriter, and producer, makes a meaningful move forward from her previous work. Also hustling with her life and artistic partner Ori Rousso, this is a political piece, the lyrics are overloaded, the beats are exquisitely heavy and everything is encircled with catchy electro-pop melodies. She still sounds like an outsider, but that’s always a gratifying thing.

Sons of Kemet, Black To The Future 🇬🇧

A lot was said in favour of their last recording Your Queen Is A Reptile, an enjoyable work of art indeed, but maybe this one is better. This is an album that rejects to be enclosed by genre and comprehensively conceives and elicits a future. It’s both adventurous and substantial in terms of music and subject. The experimental jazz quartet, led by Shabaka Hutchings, this time features Steve Williamson, Angel Bat Dawid, Moor Mother, MC D Double E, Kojey Radical, Lianne La Havas and Joshua Idehen.

St. Vincent, Daddy’s Home 🇺🇸

Annie Clark’s sixth album, a positive metamorphosis produced by Jack Antonoff, is the music her father introduced her to as a child reimagined, with 70s New York funk references, fantastic melodies, powerful rhythms, and sonic depth.

Tyler, the Creator, Call Me If You Get Lost 🇺🇸

The undeniable evolution of his music made his sixth studio album possible and proves how far he has come in terms of creating a space and mentally visualizing his work. It illustrates his dexterity after years of polishing his distinctive sound by expanding it, digging into different musical styles and perfecting his songwriting ability.

[heavenmcde-archived]

@nights-fear​ said --> So far I’ve only poked your Claire and your Sam, but I adore both so far! You have a good grasp on their characters and you write them well! Claire is a cheeky ray of sunshine, but she has a ton of trauma hidden under the surface and I love how warm and caring she is in spite of it all. Sam is a badass who’s tough but compassionate, and even when she’s tired, her empathy and concern for others make her admirable af. I love them both a ton, and think you’re doing amazing with them from what I’ve seen so far. 💕💕💕

HOW IS MY PORTRAYAL? // ACCEPTING

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, i’m legit screaming to myself rn because your words are too kind. I’m really glad that you like the portrayal of my muses because it has been great to interact with you. I love the dynamics we already have going on and I look forward to everything we will write in the future. Thank you for writing with me ; _ ;

[izukult]

This is such a cute idea! I’m addicted to making weirdly specific Spotify playlists so this is perfect. I have an ✨eclectic✨ music taste but my favorites are usually bedroom pop (mxmtoon, chloe moriondo, khai dreams, etc), romantic classical (think Debussy and Revel), and indie (although I like some Megan Thee Stallion, AC/DC, Nirvana, etc when I’m hyping myself up). As far as my personality goes, I’m pretty insightful and like to support people whenever I can, even if I don’t know them well. I can be a little chaotic sometimes, but I like to think it’s a chaotic good. I love tea, blankets, philosophy, deep conversations, the outdoors, and writing. I’m also an INFP and a Taurus :)

Sorry if that was too much, thank you so much! Take care of yourself and stay well

- Elle ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

( @snoozless ) you don’t understand how bad i want to be your friend. 😐😐 ok so you kind of get bonus 😀 but it rly might not be bonus because akfjakdkw. so, i gave you matsukawa!! but he’s not always like revered about so if u want a character lmk!! i am. in love w him tho. you’re so sweet you would balance him out and yall would be equally chaotic together.

he would have philosophical questions w u!! he might just be a little blunt & might accidentally cut the convo short, but he would listen to everything you said.

he’s used to a wide variety of music bc i’m convinced the seijoh playlists are absolutely fucking cracked like so loud. so he really could sit there and listen to anything. and i mean ANYTHING. like if you wanted to put on christian rock he’d awkwardly try to tap his foot on beat for you.

but, that doesn’t mean he’s gonna geek over you i feel like he’d be pretty private about the relationship. he’s not like secretive but he’s not gonna post you every two seconds yknow? he wouldnt put prom photos, but if yall went to look at the stars or go on a little hike he’d take a pic and youre wearing baggy sweats and one of his shirts and your hair isnt brushed for shit and it’s way too dark to properly make your face out and he’d put that shit on his main absolutely 😒

this man would be the kind of mf to look up his “crush’s” zodiac just for shits & giggles, so if he randomly knows a taurus fact, don’t question it<3 (he looked up your compatibility and he will take that to the grave)

issei is an infp idc. so yall got that in common.

he’s genuinely so pretty.

bc i took so long, i’m going to put descriptions for all the songs i love you thanks for requesting sorry for taking forever i’ll link the playlist and list the songs<3

1. silly girl- chloe moriondo

okay while this song is actually kinda sad, i think tHIS is pretty cute. issei comes off as this intimidating guy, and the more you get to know him the more you forget ab this idea of him you had or whatever? like the lyrics “i made him perfect, cause i wanted him to be” are really prominent in the point i’m tryna make because like even tho the lyric is obviously sad bitch shit, music is up for interpretation and this is like “hello ok he actually a real mf and shiiit maybe he cool😁✊”

2. nice boys- TEMPOREX

kinda sad. i don’t care how unemotional he might act, everyone has shit that brings them down. PLUS HES A PISCES THERES NO WAY HES NOT SAD SOMETIMES. this song just really taps into insecurities for him, and the song just gets under his skin in like a very therapeutic way. also “because he’s a pisces” some of his emotions are super intense so the “because he cares too much” line hits him fuckin hard

3. IV. sweatpants- childish gambino

this is some shit he listens to more with his team, absolutely. no doubt they blare this shit during weekly practice. but, he really really likes the song. so, when you’re hanging out and he has the aux? it’s one of the first ones he puts on. you two jam to it together. he’ll come up w dumb little dances to fit with certain lyrics (stole some of them from oikawa and hanamaki, but he won’t tell you)

4. you get me so high- the neighbourhood

okay unfortunately i must say him and hanamaki get fuckin faded in empty fields at two am all trashy like. but they make it look good idc. and if you smoke, cool, if you don’t he does not care. he always associated getting high with,,, getting high and everytime he listened to this song it just was one of his getting blazed jams, but now he’s got like a different kinda “euphoric” feel with loving you? like i said this bitch is a pisces even if he doesn’t overwhelm you with affection, he thinks ab you 24/7

5. 80’s makeout session- dacelynn

thIS SONG IS SO CUTE. but it’s p self explanatory. in love and also spare a kiss pls

6. can i call you tonight- dayglow

i feel like actually coming to terms with genuine feelings for someone would be kind of weird for issei. like no offense, but he sees it as kind of a pain in the ass. i genuinely think he would be someone to put his all into work or a task in front of him. he’s super intuitive, and constantly uses it to be better. whether it’s in volleyball or like cremating ppl i guess (HE WORKS INA FUNERAL HOME POST TIME SKIP IF U DIDNT KNOW). and it’s the same in relationships, but it’s also harder because he can’t have this complete clear head because you make his brain go kinda fuzzy. so, this song is like his little way of expressing that even tho he was like ‘internally conflicted’ this mf chose to go for it and that’s how much u mean to him

7. clair de lune, L. 32- claude debussy

i’m gonna be fucking honest with you. even though he’ll listen to anything, i really don’t think this man is looking up ‘classical romance study tunes’ playlists in his free time. he definitely enjoys the music, but that’s only if someone points it out to him. and he’s listened to you talk about it before, and watched you as you heard the piano and gauged your reactions and thought u were pretty cute he’s not gonna lie😼. so he definitely just looked up classical romance and picked the first recommended song and added it on there. he’ll dance w you a lil bit, but it wouldn’t be that quiet, intimate slow dancing in the dark you think would come w this song. itd just be a little sway as he hugs you from behind while you get water, or he twirls you once randomly with a laugh UGH I LOVE HIM

8. like real people do- hozier

ok. this one was fun for me. idc. double meaning lol. so this song is literally about two dead bodies in a bog and ,,, and he works in a funeral home PLS LMAOFJAJDJA I THINK THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY AND SO DOES HE. but also this song literally is my idea of love. this is my idea of love. and yall listen to it, with your stupid little death joke, but he looks at you and he’s just like ‘oh’. yknow? YKNOW?

9. BS- still woozy

like i said, i think he puts a lot into work. and he literally plays for a powerhouse school there’s no way he doesn’t practice a lot. so that means there’s a lot of time where he’s physically not there and definitely can’t text, because he’s trying to improve. and while he wouldn’t stop volleyball for someone else, he understands that you are like super amazing for being so Cool with him not being the most available. the song just reminds him of how compassionate you are and also he does miss u when he’s at practice YKNOW?

10. i <3 u- boy pablo

this one made me so fucking soft ew. ok. this song reminds him of you so so much. he’s totally okay being vulnerable with you? and even though he has pretty heightened emotions, he’s never felt like so strongly for smth other than like ??? volleyball and caring ab his siblings (BUT HE FEELS DIFFERENT FOR U THAN HE DOES FOR A VOLLEYBALL AND HIS SIBLINGS PLEASE😁). HE LUVVVVV YOU

11. heart-shaped box- nirvana

so many reasons. for one, simply fucking JAM. yall would scream this on a drive. if you ever got drunk together, this would be the first song you play. also, little lyrics remind you of each other. (the pisces lyric in the first and third verse, and even tho the flowers aren’t being used in a sweet sense in the song he does remember talking ab flowers w u, and now any flower is mentioned and he’s like “ah yes. my girlfriend.”)

12. pluto projector- rex orange county

FUCK. FUCK THIS SONG. GOD. NO. LIKE HE REALIZES HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU WITH THIS SONG. HE T E L L S YOU HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU WITH THIS SONG. the first time, he just sends you the name of it like ‘pluto projector <3’ and you listen and it’s so sweet and ur like ayo turn this shit up. and he adds it to your playlist, which definitely gets a smile from you. and then one night like two weeks later youre just laying together, and he’s running his fingers through his hair and he pulls away for a second to grab his phone and he turns the song on and you just listen to it in silence and it’s so fucking intimate. and he’s just like “i don’t think i’ve ever related to a song more” and you think he’s making a joke so you tell him to shut up (also jokingly) and he just laughs and it’s dark in his room and he’s playing with your hair again and he just goes “god, if you’re telling me to shut up over that i don’t even want to imagine how you’re gonna react when i tell you i love you” and it’s right around 3:10 in the song i’m literally so gone for him. bye you cry and try to hide it but he can tell HES PERCEPTIVE

13. i wanna be yours- arctic monkeys

okay for one, it’s a good song. it’s a song he absolutely let’s play in the background, just to cover the static lol. but also? ALSO? THE TITLE APPLIES TO YOU THE FUCK? it’s as if,,, he’s whipped,,

14. supermassive black hole- muse

hanamaki prolly showed him this song, and it’s one of his vibe songs. he will do falsetto while singing it if he’s in a really good mood and it just makes everyone laugh, including himself. it actually kind of grosses him out, because this song used to literally just be a song he would aimlessly go hard to but NOW his little bitch ass is like “you set my soul alight”? i guess i relate and “oh baby, i’m a fool for you” well, surely i’m not a fool but yea i get you muse sing it. it’s so gross. at this point he wants one thing that doesn’t make him think of you, just to prove that he’s not that gone, but he struggling

15. desperado- rhianna

i’m sorry to say it but this song makes him feel like a bad bitch LMAOOOOO. like if he’s ever getting pregame jitters or anything, he will just play this song. whether it’s on the speaker or in his headphones, he puts this shit on full volume and gets a lil too cocky LOL. this is also on the main seijoh playlist no doubt. he wants to share his bad bitch song w you, so you can aLSO feel like a bad bitch?? dUH

IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT BABES! IF YOU WANT ANY OF THE SONGS CHANGED (or even the character) LMK!! UR AMAZING ur so sweet it makes me ill

[dopescotlandwarrior]

Sinners & Saints-Chapter 9

         A special thanks to @statell​ for all your help and wisdom

Previous chapters on AO3

Chapter Nine (NSFW)

Claire and Maia packed all the personal belongings until late into the night. Claire and Jamie would leave with the helicopter in the morning and Darius would take the boat to the island of Mykonos where it would be stored in dry dock, under cover.

“Thank you for helping me, Maia. I think we’re done and if we forgot something I’ll buy it new. Get some sleep dear one, tomorrow starts early.”

Claire pulled on a black silk suit with a short skirt, tailored jacket, and starched white shirt. Black heels and the blonde wig transformed her into the billionaire’s wife, and she walked with purpose onto the forward deck with the kitten tucked under her arm. The men swiveled their gaze, stuck on the long legs coming toward them.

“Good morning gentlemen, this my engineer…” Claire froze mid-sentence realizing they had not talked about Jamie’s name for introductions. Jamie smiled and extended his hand introducing himself as Gregory Patton.

“Ah, yes, Gregory.” They piled into the chopper and watched Darius wave from the deck before running to pull anchor and make way for Mykonos.

Jamie watched the pilot openly flirt with Claire and shoved his hands under his legs to keep from balling his fists. Thomas was giddy with the almost three-hundred thousand he made in two hours of work, so he was oblivious to everything. When the yacht came into view Jamie was enchanted. It was all white and huge compared to the other boat with three decks in the back, and two in the front. He forced himself to look out the window at the ocean to hide his wonder.

Claire and Jamie walked into the saloon as the chopper was already in the air. They were met by the owner’s wife who looked very distressed. Claire smiled and held her hand out asking if everything was alright.

“Yes, Misses Dunn but I’m afraid Adso is very unhappy today and unwell. He forgets so much these days and he doesn’t want to lose his beloved boat. It’s time for us to go ashore and be looked after by our children. Please understand if my husband is short with you.”

“I promise, and I understand. Who would want to part with this?”

They found the owner on the upper deck sitting in shade looking like he lost his family, his dog, and his best friend. Claire felt tears press against her eyeballs and took a deep breath. At that moment she shed her impersonation and became Claire, the compassionate, loving, woman Jamie fell in love with.

“Mister Rosen! How nice to see you again. This is Gregory, my engineer. I understand the money has been transferred and you have papers for me to sign.”

He didn’t look up at her or acknowledge Jamie. Claire sat down next to him as his wife explained she had purchased the boat and they would soon have to leave.

“Before you do, I was hoping you could give me the history of the boat and what it can do. Like, what are the upgrades and why did you choose them, what is the farthest you have taken it?”

When he didn’t respond she asked, “what did you love most about this boat?”

He seemed to grunt and liven up a bit, looking at her and the kitten.

“What’s that?”

“This is my kitten. It will live here on the boat with me.”

“What’s its name?”

“Adso.”

“Adso? That’s my name.”

“Well, that is fitting, isn’t it? Now then, what kind of adventures can I have on this magnificent boat?”

That seemed to break the older man out of his shell. He reached out to stroke the kitten and smiled as he launched into his stories of the exciting places they had been on the yacht. Claire’s probing questions kept him talking and Jamie watched him look younger with each sentence. Claire talked to him like they were old friends, took her jacket off and put her feet up. Jamie was ready to burst with pride in her and her compassion for the old man.

After two hours of laughing and storytelling, the wife told Adso it was time to go. The man looked at Claire with such excitement and said he was glad she would live here from now on.

“One more thing, sir. Whenever you want to spend a day exploring please do it with me.”

It was a great way to put closure on a difficult transition. He would always be welcome. Adso’s wife hugged Claire hard, knowing she just spent two hours out of the kindness of her heart and she loved her for it. She took her husband’s arm and walked across the saloon where their trusted captain waited to tender them ashore.

“You know, I think the engineer is sweet on our Mary, ha!”

Claire watched the tender pull away from the boat with a tear in her eye. Strong arms encircled her waist and Jamie’s silky voice spoke his pride, devotion, and love into her ear.

“Are you ready to see your new home handsome?”

“Lead on love.”

They started below deck in the engine room and laundry, came up one flight to the guest cabins and crew area with a separate kitchen and living area, up another flight to the main saloon and forward deck with a shaded area and table for dining and a sun area with lounge chairs, they went up a flight to a second saloon with full media support for movies and television with a second forward deck. Up another flight to the bridge with the captain’s quarters and the sun deck. Jaime was confused because they reached the top deck, but he hadn’t seen the master bedroom. Claire led him down to the main saloon showing the dining area, the galley, and straight ahead was the entrance to the master suite that blew Jamie’s mind. The level of luxury was astounding and beautiful. There was a separate deck for this bedroom that gave them privacy from the world. Large windows in the bedroom and bathroom, and a sixty-inch flat-screen that rolled out on command.

“Well, how do you like your new boat sweetheart.”

Jamie stood and caressed her cheek, holding her to him. “This is Mary Dunn’s boat and I will think of you every day for the rest of my life, on this amazing yacht. It’s my gift Claire, a trinket compared to how much I love you.”

Claire wiped her tears and gave a brave face, “I have something to celebrate our new home, I hope the Rosen’s left some glasses.”

The galley had a full service for eight; glasses, dishes, flat wear, stem wear and serving bowls. Claire pulled two glasses and opened the one bag she brought on the helicopter. She set the bottle of fine whisky and two glasses on a tray and went to Jamie on the forward deck. They toasted their new home and kissed, another glass and another kiss, the third glass made them lose themselves in a kiss that was life-sustaining for them both and they stopped thinking of life alone.

“Jamie, I remember you have a birthday this month, is that right? It was in the Louvre when we spent the afternoon talking and admiring the art. I believe the date is the twenty-first?”

“What a memory mo chridhe. The only thing I remember from that day is your skirt being pulled up by the wind, and how much I wanted to kiss you.”

She pulled his arms around her and looked at his half-smile. “Am I right?”

“Aye, you’re a clever lass.”

“I want to make your birthday memorable, what is your pleasure?”

“Marry me, Claire Beauchamp.”

She had not heard her real name in quite some time and to have it linked with a proposal made her eyes sting with tears. Jamie hugged her and asked if that was a yes and then chuckled at her tearful response that it was. He hugged her to him and felt humbled that she would pledge herself to him with such an unknown future.

“I’m not going back, Claire. I figured I couldn’t outrun them with face recognition in all the airports, banks, even department stores. Fingerprint evidence left behind everywhere I went, they would catch me eventually so I didn’t see any possibility of running. All that changed when you bought this boat, Sassenach. We just stay on the water and keep moving.” He touched her cheek, “it’s not perfect, but I will be so damn grateful for every day I have with you.”

Jamie kissed both of her wet cheeks and then a long kiss to her mouth, full of promises and love.

The sound of a boat horn pulled them apart and they looked for the boat that was pulling up to the aft deck to offload all their belongings. Darius boarded the yacht and worked the hydraulics for lowering the back platform where they all pulled bag after bag out of the arriving boat. Darius thanked the man who shuttled them back from Mykonos and Jamie handed the man a one hundred dollar bill which made him very happy.

The platform was raised back to its resting position and Claire looked at an exhausted captain and first mate. It was quite an undertaking to prepare a yacht for dry dock. A checklist that required several hours to complete and then pulling their belongings to the transport boat that would take them back.

“As the owner of this craft, I order you two to your quarters until dinner. Take whatever you need to get out of those uniforms and disappear.”

Darius looked at all the bags to be brought in and Claire exerted her position over the tired captain.

“That is an order captain, be gone with the both of you.” She smiled at Maia and felt bad she handled so much alone, the poor girl was about to collapse. “Wait! You are both required on the front deck for five minutes please.”

Claire poured four glasses of whisky, thanked them from the bottom of her heart, and they threw them back. “Now you can go.” She couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out when she was commanding but noticed the other couple did not argue. They were too tired.

The day was overwhelming for everyone. Claire had tempted Jamie’s sexual appetite too many times throughout the day, with marriage proposals, touring the boat, an intimate introduction to their bedroom. By dinner time he felt like a live wire and could not relax. Claire surprised everyone with a lovely chowder of leftover lobster, snapper, potatoes, cabbage, onions, and spices. She served the other three at the table and set warm rolls on the table as well as a large salad. It was delicious and she seemed so happy to do it, even Maia was happy to be served.

The frumpled couple retired to their rooms straight away and Claire cleared the table and started cleaning up. Jamie held her wrists to prevent her from grabbing another plate to rinse and turned her around kissing her soundly.

“Let me finish so you can get ready for bed. I want to sleep for twelve hours with you in my arms, but we have other business to attend to first.” He pulled her hand to his concrete erection and she gasped, smiling slyly.

Jamie made short work of the remaining dishes and slammed the dishwasher closed. His long arms reached every last crumb on the table and counters and leftovers were stowed in the vast refrigerator. He locked up, turned lights off, set the alarm, and grabbed the whisky and glasses on his way to the master cabin. When he stepped under the rainbird shower-head he decided it was the most exquisite shower he had ever felt. Entering the bedroom he noticed the covers turned down, but he was missing one fiancé. He looked beyond the huge sliding glass door and saw his love reclined on a double lounge. She was naked and he stepped into a beautiful night with his love ready to ease his pain.

“On your back, soldier.”

She stretched her long legs on either side of him and brought her warm mouth down on him tenderly, slowly, feeling him fill her to her throat. He moaned and gripped the lounge to keep his hands from forcing her down on him. Jamie’s head was spinning in her erotic ministrations and groaned when she straddled him, sliding her body down on him with a moan. He watched her in the moonlight, so beautiful, so lost in her arousal. He knew she had changed in the time they were together but had not the brain space to figure it out right then.

Claire was swept away with carnal love and she watched Jamie’s face feeling more and more out of control.

“Come for me lass,” was the last thing she heard before the winds of erotic release made her deaf and her body left the earth in the pulsing delight that rolled through her.

Jamie held himself back until he watched her face in orgasmic release and he groaned pulling her hips down on him until he was spent. He carried her to the enormous bed, laying her on soft cool sheets, a gift from the owner. When he turned off the lights, he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, and it took a while to find his future wife. He held her close and thanked God for such a spectacular woman, come what may.

The tall man covered ground faster than the average human due to his extraordinary stride. Usually an advantage he appreciated unless he was on his way to a dreaded appointment, like today. The Senator’s secretary didn’t move fast enough for Hesser, so he strode into Frank’s office and told him to hang up the phone.

“Nice of you to barge in this morning. What do you want?”

Hesser almost felt sorry for the ignorant punk in front of him who could no more win the gubernatorial race than fly to the moon. He needed Hesser behind him and Doctor Beauchamp at his side if he had a chance in hell.

“We are running out of time to bring your bride back Randall, let’s take a look at some possibilities of where she might be. We know she was in Chicago, Paris, Italy, where else might she have friendlies that would give her shelter? What languages does she speak?”

When Frank didn’t jump to answer the question, Hesser stood up and grabbed his collar yanking him to his feet.

“You better take this seriously Randall, without her you lose and your career is over. You are here because we want you here, it’s not your merit or sparkling history in politics you sanctimonious idiot. Let’s add worthless to that list.”

Hesser was disgusted leaving Frank’s office and dialed his cell phone as he left.

“I need fifty more agents assigned to the Beauchamp case. I will send you their destinations in an hour. Make the travel arrangements and copy the dossier for each of them.” He clicked off his cell and tried to remember which of the Greek islands they visited on their honeymoon. He couldn’t remember a single one and barely remembered his ex-wife's face now.

The moment Claire’s eyes opened in the morning her heart rate bounced into the happy zone and everything she saw made her want to jump up and down. After a delightful shower, she pulled on a bikini followed by shorts and a loose top. Her shipmates were in the galley preparing breakfast, decidedly concerned over the lack of food.

“We have the same amount of food, it just looks sparse because the frig is bigger. Okay, okay, we will buy food today.” She laughed at the sad faces and left them to open the doors to the wonderful sea breeze.

Over breakfast Claire asked how long it was safe to sit on this anchor, “is it okay to just stay here for now?”

“No.” Darius finished his coffee and pulled Maia into his lap. “I need you to weigh in on this Maia so stay for a couple of minutes before you start cleaning up. I think it’s logical Hesser will search the Greek islands next because it makes the most sense, Italy to Greece. I say we move on to Croatia as soon as the supplies are restored. One more thing, you should go ashore as a blonde, just in case.”

“I agree Sassenach, or stay onboard and let the rest of us go ashore.”

“I need some things so I have to go, but I’ll wear the wig. Let’s split up, each with our own list, we won’t be as noticeable that way and only buy what you can carry to the beach.”

They went their separate ways and Jamie caught up with Darius on the bridge. He requested some time, so they sat in the captain's chairs and faced each other.

“You’re a captain of a ship Darius. Can you marry us?”

Darius looked long and hard at Jamie. “You’re both running for your lives and you want to get married?”

Jamie looked at his hands folded in his lap. “I suppose you feel there's a lifetime to do the important things, but I don’t feel that way. I asked her and she said yes, so we want to do this as soon as possible. We will say our vows in front of the Almighty and that’s enough for me.”

“Jamie, I can marry you in international water but I cannot file the marriage in Greece, or anywhere in the world, it will lead them to you.”

“It’s enough to know we did it and if something happens to us you can file the marriage certificate post humus.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that!” Darius got up shaking his head and turned to Jamie before he left the bridge, “I’ll marry you. We head 200 miles out for the ceremony and then set course for Croatia.”

Jamie felt tingling in his head and wanted to shout it out the window of the bridge. Several deep breaths and a smile that made his cheeks hurt were good enough. He joined the others for making lists to shop.

Claire ushered Maia into her room and led her out to the deck where they sat knee to knee.

“Jamie asked me to marry him.” She almost fell over when Maia launched herself at Claire in a happy hug. “I hope we can marry on the boat, but I want it to be special. I need a dress and some kind of decoration. Will you stay in town with me and help me?”

Maia’s eyes brightened and she stammered something about forgetting her whole list and sending the men back to the boat to unload.

“If we start early enough, we should have at least a couple of hours to shop.”

“Perfect! You are my best friend Maia.”

Little Maia blushed at that compliment because she had put Claire on a pedestal from the first day. She was deeply touched.

Jamie and Darius spent the afternoon spearfishing while Claire and Maia created lists for everyone, laid in the sun, and then gawked at the enormous lobster and grouper brought back by the men.

Jamie was fascinated by the hydraulics lifting the tender out of the water and seemed to never run out of questions when Darius was around. The next day he had the tender on the water, tied to the back of the yacht when Darius walked onto the aft deck.

“For a guy new to the water you learn fast. I appreciate the help and think it’s time you became a proper first mate if you want to.”

“Yes, I do want to but it will hurt Maia’s feelings.”

“That little beauty has very deep feelings but they’re limited to love, compassion, support, and stubbornness if that’s a feeling. You watch, she will start teaching you too and your head will spin from too much information.”

Jamie locked the boat alarm into his phone app and they piled into the tender to shop in Santorini. Between the four of them, Jamie carried the lion’s share of groceries back to the tender an hour later. Like on cue, Maia pulled a folded paper from her pocket and complained about forgetting most of the items on her list. Darius looked at all the frozen food and said he would be back to get them.

“So we meet here in four hours?”

“Four hours?”

Darius shook his head in agreement and the girls watched the tender speed away before they ran to a garment shop.

Claire was getting upset because she couldn’t find anything suitable. Maia looked around trying to help her friend and saw something perfect for the occasion. She brought it to Claire who looked it over with a critical eye.

“You will shine in this color Claire, the fabric is beautiful.”

Claire looked Maia up and down and strode across the dress shop to pick the same garment out for Maia who was thrilled with the gift. Claire would wrap herself in a soft sarong in deep blues and gold. Maia’s sarong was graduated pinks and dark green leaves sprinkled throughout. The garments felt luxurious and the women were happy. Claire inspected the men’s shirts and pulled a gorgeous white collarless linen shirt out for Jamie.

“Be a good girl and give this to Jamie tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, shit, there’s something else I need. Is there a place around here to get artist paint?”

“Yes, and I will get the decorations and champagne while you do that.”

Maia was gone in a puff before Claire could say a word. She found a nightgown that looked and felt much like the one she wore in Paris and then made her way to the craft store. Claire struggled with so many bags that were getting heavier by the minute. Maia swooped in on her and took half of them giving a puzzled look at the contents.

“It’s Jamie’s birthday tomorrow. I want to give him something from his past and hope he will try to paint again. I need to hide this stuff in a bedroom downstairs, can you help me?”

Maia looked at her like she was kidding and pointed to the tender as their feet sunk into beach sand. Fortunately, Darius came alone saying Jamie was preparing dinner and making quite a mess. Claire collapsed into her seat, exhausted from her shopping marathon. Once back at the yacht, Maia grabbed the bags with art supplies and pointed to others for Darius to bring. When Jamie came out he grabbed Claire for a long hug. He held her to him as he pulled the tender out of the water with the wench and stowed it safely in the boat garage, returning the back platform to its upright position.

“You're rather good with all these buttons handsome. It’s kinda hot.”

“That fits nicely into my plan Sassenach.”

“Which is?”

“Something to do with lobster, whisky, a slave to my pleasure and you … oh! Sorry love, I’m burning the rolls.”

Jamie ran into the boat heading for the galley and Claire shook her head and laughed.

Spirits were upbeat through dinner. They had food for several weeks, a plan to get to Croatia, and a wedding tomorrow. They were all very happy to embark on the next adventure. Maia cleaned up after dinner and Claire went up to the sundeck that had full-size mattresses across the deck that she could lay on. She smiled up at the stars and couldn’t wait to feel the wind in her hair when they were racing to Croatia.

“I’ve been looking high and low for you love. May I join you?”

“Actually, I think you will be very comfortable here Jamie. There are blankets under the bar if you get cold. I love you so much. See you tomorrow to take our vows.”

“But Sassenach, wait, what about a slave to my pleasure and ….”

“That I will surely be, tomorrow. It’s bad luck to be together before the ceremony sweetheart. I’ll miss you tonight.”

Jamie found himself alone on the upper deck, but the stars were brilliant diamonds sparkling in the black sky and he never tired of that grand view. He laid on his back and looked at them for exactly three and a half minutes then he fell asleep.

Claire arranged the canvases, paint, brushes, and other supplies in one of the bedrooms below deck. She prayed she was not overstepping but could not resist trying. He was a brilliant artist so how could he ignore such a big part of himself? She locked the door and went to her room. She was exhausted.

Darius went to sleep right after dinner. He would get up in a few hours and turn the boat toward the open ocean. It would take eight hours to reach international water and he hoped to be there before everyone woke up for the day.

Maia paced the lower saloon, checking her cell phone every other minute. She had slipped away from Claire when they were shopping to find the flower shop run by her brother’s best friend. He was happy to see her and helped her pick out three buckets of fresh flowers and garland. She gave him every penny she had, a gift to her friends. He was supposed to be here to drop them off and she started getting nervous. Another ten minutes and she got a text that he was at the aft deck. He kissed her cheek and waved, soon swallowed up by the black night. Maia stowed the flowers in the second refrigerator and sighed in relief before locking up and setting the alarm.

Jamie felt cool air on his face and opened his eyes. He could swear the boat was moving, and fast. It took a minute to remember why he was on the sundeck alone and by then he was sure they were moving. He walked downstairs to the bridge and almost scared the skin off of Darius.

“Jesus, Jamie, I didn’t expect anyone to be walking up on me. This baby is quiet, like a purring kitten. God, I love this boat!”

“Uh, where are we going?”

“You want to get married tomorrow, I mean later today, so we’re heading for international water, be there in four hours. I need something to munch on.”

Darius headed for the stairs to the galley and Jamie swiveled his head from the bridge to the retreating Darius.

“Don’t you need to drive the boat?”

Darius had a mouth full of food and shook his head trying to say autopilot. Jamie looked worried about going this fast with no one at the helm. Darius slapped him on the back, “if you’re not going back to sleep let me show you around the bridge. Why were you sleeping on the sundeck?”

“Claire says it’s bad luck to be together before the wedding.”

Darius laughed so hard he almost fell out of the captain's chair, “that’s rich, it’s what I love about women, they never make any sense when it comes to love.”

They could see the first rays of sunrise by six in the morning and it was the most beautiful sight Jamie had ever seen. He watched the colors change in the sky and on the water, purple, indigo, scarlet, orange, and a lite blue on the horizon. They were surrounded by water without a hint of anything else as far as the eye could see.

“Did you hear that?”

There was a crash below and both men stiffened and quietly crept down the stairs. Seeing a bucket of flowers come around the corner almost scared them half to death. Maia looked up at them on the stairs with a very strange expression and kept walking toward the forward deck. They got back to the bridge in time to answer the ringing phone.

"How long until we’re there?”

“Maybe an hour, why?”

“Drop it to five knots, the wind is blowing my flowers apart.”

Darius pulled the throttle back, “God she’s bossy sometimes.”

Claire stretched in her magnificent bed and smiled at the smell of bacon and sausage. When she realized this was the day she was getting married, she bolted upright in bed with a gasp. A minute later she was heading for the bathtub and panicked it was already nine o’clock in the morning. She opened the big glass door to the deck and looked around, she was pretty sure Santorini and all the moored boats were missing, in fact, she saw nothing but water on all sides and they were moving!

Maia brought a tray of food for her and explained that Darius left Santorini at one o’clock in the morning and they were now in international water.

“How does ten o’clock sound for your wedding?”

Claire swung her head from Maia to the bathtub to the sarong that hung on her closet door. Her face was pale and she nodded her head vigorously. Maia laughed and told her to relax and take her time.

Claire felt overwhelmed with bombarding emotions and wondered if Jamie was a basket-case too. He must be she decided. Meanwhile, Jamie and Darius crashed in the saloon watching a prerecorded game. Maia hung Jamie’s new shirt next to the couch he was sleeping on and decided to let them sleep for a while longer while she pressed Darius’s uniform.

At nine-fifty, Maia came down to the saloon with her new dress, makeup, and curly hair cascading down her back. He shook Jamie’s arm, and then Darius, and announced the wedding started in ten minutes. The two of them were blinking hard and shaking the sleep off as Maia handed Jamie the new shirt, clean jeans, and left giggling.

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser said the traditional vows on the main deck surrounded by their two close friends and sweet-smelling flowers. Neither had a certain future, both were being hunted, and they would never stop running, albeit in luxury. They seemed oblivious to their circumstances and kissed like they were all alone in the universe. Afterward, Maia brought out champagne and fluted glasses to toast the newlyweds.

At the same time, CIA agents were landing on every Greek island with an airport, while others flew into Athens and hired a boat to their assigned island. Five agents were pulled off Italy and sent to Greece for a total of fifty-five CIA agents looking for Claire and Jamie with eight by ten glossy photographs of face and body. They were told to follow and get their location but do not engage, that privilege was reserved for Hesser.

[low-budget-korra]

The first text I made was over 2,000 words so I’ll try to summarize it.

First I'm going to talk about what I think is Bury Your Gays and poor writing of minorities.

For me, Bury your gays is when certain productions kill the lgbt character for the sake of shock value, often in the most stupid ways possible. A famous example of this was what happened to Lexa in the 100. When it feels like the character only died because he is gay.

And for me, poor writing for minorities (poc, lgbt, people with disabilities ...) can be characterized as:

1. Productions that want to portray the image of progressives and put a poc or lgbt character (which are the most common cases) without personality, unimportant, without development ... Character that are just there for decoration

2. When they even create an interesting character but soon create a reason to kill him to shock the audience. Kill them because they are poc.

And for me having a poc or lgbt character (since these are the boxes where I identify with) interesting, important ... this is the word: Important! whether it is important directly in the plot as a protagonist who carries the story or a supporting role with a good role on the story and a good development, it is much more significant than a character forced only for certain productions not to be accused of racism, sexism or lgbtphobia.

Of course, each case is different. I will now comment briefly on Atomic Blonde, The Last of Us part II and The Legend of Korra.

In Atomic Blonde we have the death of Delphine, a lgbt character who has generated some discussions about being a "bury your gays". I don't particularly agree because I believe that if she were a man or straight, she would die anyway. Since the protagonist's other love interest had died in the beginning and he was a heterosexual white man, and because the character of Delphine, despite being a spy, did not belong in that work or life style . Something even commented by herself. She was an inexperienced agent in the worst possible scenario to be one . But i now understand and why some people still think It was bury your gays.

In The Last of Us part II I saw many people complaining about the death of Jesse, Yara and how Lev was just a supporting character. The Last of Us part II .... a game that is not afraid to kill loved characters without any ceremony simply because in that world, one mistake can cost your life. Regardless of gender, sexuality, age, skin color ...

Jesse and Yara played Asian American characters and died. Mel, Joel, Owen ... were Caucasian, cishet characters who died too. None of them die because they are asian american or caucasian, they die cuz that world is fucking ruthless.

And about Lev not being important just because he is an supporting character... First that he is for Abby what Dina is for Ellie, both of them are extremely important support for the protagonists and Interesting characters with their own internal struggles and development. I think it is very unfair to throw this away with the argument like: "ah, but he is not the protagonist so it is not important"

And still about The Last of Us part II we are talking about a game and for those who do not know the gamer community is toxic, full of sexism, racism, lgbtphobia ... And the game developers had the balls for not only make two protagonists women outside the steryotype of femme fatalle or defenseless love interest(still very present in games) and one of them a lesbian, but also introducing an important trans character in a mainstream high-budget game.

People, until recently the only image we had of women in games was that of a busty model running around, made purely to please male players, good and important black, asian and lgbt characters was really rare or just didnt exist at all.

And today we have characters like Ellie, Lev, Kassandra (AC Odyssey), Jill Valentine and Claire Redfield who were reimagined more humanely in the remakes of Resident Evil, Lara Croft herself in the 2013 Tomb Raider remake, Max and Chloe(Life is Strange), Lee and Clementine(TWD from telltale), Marcus (Detroit Become Humam ), Connor (AC3) ... I know, there is still a long way to go until we have achieved the equality and representativeness that we want in the world of games but we are advancing. They may be a baby step but they still are steps forward. We should continue to support this initiatives and demand better representation.

Now about The Legend of Korra ... Reading the comments in the post i get the feeling that people were much more angry with Bryke for being cishet than with questions related to the narrative.

It bothers me the fact that it seems that whoever made the posts (originally from twitter) did not watch avatar or simply watched without paying attention. It was NEVER about Korra needed suffering but about finding Meaning in suffering. And yes, they are two different things.

When in the end Korra is talking to Tenzin, about understand the why she had to go through all that , for them be abble to be more compassionate of others. That shit is real. When you have a panic attack , for exemple, you become more abble to help someone who also suffers from that. Or when some people lose someone for a disease or acident and choose to become a doctor to help others, wanting no other person had to go through that pain... In this case, the person didnt have to lose someone to be a doctor but maybe after saw all the fight that the doctors put in to save someone and the pain of losing someone may have made the person spend the rest of his life saving people. Get It?

And in Avatar, both TLA and TLOK, people have suffer.

Aang: Cast aside by his friends when people discover he was the Avatar. Runaway and lose all of his people. Had to see the devastation for himself and find the bones of his friend and possible father figure. Almost die a few times. For many years had the weight of been the last of his people. And in a part of the journey, lost Appa.

Sokka and Katara: Lost their mother. Their dad leave to fight and possible die in the war. Sokka was only a teen when he was the man responsable for his tribe. Katara had the weight of being the only waterbender of her tribe and be the only one that could calm Aang once he was in Avatar State.

Toph: as a blind kid, her parents think of her as someone unable to do anything. Had to choose between save Appa or save the others in some point of their journey

Zuko: When i start with him?

Azula: oh Boy...

Iroh: Lose is only son. Had to see his brother burn Zuko's face. And Zuko betrayed him, kind of, in the end of book2.

Asami: Her mom was murdered , maybe even in front of her. Her dad was a evil genius. She probably suffered with Korra in those 3 years.

Mako and Bolin: They grow up as orphans on the streets...

I could go on and on, dude, even the cabbage man had suffer from losing his cabbages over and over.

But all of the sudden, Korra now had to have plot armor or else Bryke is wrong and are terrible people.

Everybody loves to talk about how perfect Zuko's arc and development is. Zuko, who was one of the characters who most have suffered in the show. But for him all was necessary, had meaning, perfect storytelling and structure but with Korra.... "She cant suffer cuz she is brown"

And its not like Bryke was making something up outta nowhere just to torture the character. All she face it was a consequence direct or indirect of her actions and actions of other people.

Amon and the Equalists? Aang didnt kill Yakone nor put him in prison for life, just took his bending. Yakone was a terrible father, and one of the reason Amon hate bending (even himself been a waterbender) so much to the point of him do what he did. The same to Tarrlok. He turn his sons into monsters. And the triads only help them, because they use their bending to rob the non benders.

Vaatu? Look up The Beginning epsodes because this one is more complex.

Unalaq? Look, the worst villain of Avatar. But he took advantage of things that happen as consequences of the ending of book1

Zaheer? Direct consequence of that happen in the finale of book 2.

Kuvira? Direct consequence of things that happen in book 3

Again, i could go on and on and go deeper on all that. But this is already getting to big.

But what pissed me off most is ... Look im years in this fandom. As a Brazilian i saw and read stuff from the fandom here in my country and the fandom here in Tumblr. And in those years i read so much about how Korra journey help people overcome their struggles with ptsd, anxiety, depression...myself included. How much Korra was important to lesbians and bissexuals girls, especially girls of color.

And them we have those few people throw shit on all this and "cancel" you for not agree with them...

The Legend of Korra ended 2014, 6 years ago and still is so loved, so important to so many people, for the most diverse reasons.

For a cishet, Bryke did a amazing job creating this amazingly beautiful universe. With the most diverse inspirations, coming from places that are forgotten on western media. But i guess its easier criticize, and cancel them and the show than do what they did.

I know that sometimes we just wanted a scape from our difficult reality but seriously, if you Just want a movie/tv show/book...100% happy, rainbow and sunshine with no suffering at all, stick with the fanfics because even romcons sometimes have their among of "i you make you cry and suffer" kind of shit.

Suffer is present in our life and what a lot of movies/tv shows/games/books...try to do is bring our struggles and our suffering into them. Why? Its easier have simpathy for characters who look like us, characters who had been through the same stuff as us.

Is so difficult talk those things in another language. I always feel like i didnt express myself right. And im really sorry if i offended anyone, it wasnt my intention.

[saint-hildegard-of-bingen]

Nizhóní (Nee-zhon-ee)                One quote one shot book 2

So much gratitude to @balfeheughlywed and @notevenjokingfic for their work and efforts organizing this one shot one quote. My story is set in the beautiful southwestern US, an area where I spent four years studying and working with the Navajo. I am indebted to them for teaching me many life lessons. When I most recently visited the southwest, in October 2018, I felt inspired to write an OL fanfic set among the multi-layered beauty and culture of northern New Mexico and Arizona. The photos are (1) the area where I imagined this story taking place (you might spot me in the photo), and (2) the beloved Navajo woman who taught me about weaving (photo used with her permission). I extend special thanks to my dear friend @notevenjokingfic for her beta expertise!  My assigned quote is in bold italics near the end of the story.

She knew it could happen. She just never believed it would happen. What young woman imagines herself newly pregnant and widowed at age 25?

But that is indeed the reality Claire Beauchamp Randall found herself in, shortly after she and her husband Frank became homesteaders in the New Mexico territory, in 1872. Frank’s death came suddenly, following an accident that occurred while he was cutting down a tree. Unbeknownst to him, the tree had several dead branches, one of which broke off with the first swing of his axe, knocking him forcefully to the ground. He never regained consciousness, and Claire surmised he had suffered an injury to his brain.

Screaming and running, she had no idea how she arrived at the nearest homestead. Out of breath, and barely able to get the words out, she fell into the outstretched arms of her neighbor. Glenna and Charles Fitzgibbons, the Scots couple who befriended her from the day she and Frank arrived, brought her into their home and she poured out the whole story.  While Frank never warmed to them, Claire knew from the first they were the kind of neighbors one always hoped to have; they were reliable, generous, friendly, and they knew everyone in the area, having arrived in New Mexico territory fifteen years earlier.

Several hours later, Claire felt strong enough to return to her homestead. While Glenna helped her prepare the body for burial, Charles dug the grave. Glenna had done this before, and her gentle strength enabled Claire to bear her jumbled thoughts and emotions.

“Claire, are ye thinking of returning tae England?” Glenna asked, her loving and compassionate voice reminding Claire of how grateful she was for such a friend.

“I have nothing there, really,” Claire starred off into the distance, her gaze settling on the red rock cliffs in the distance. “You know my parents and uncle are gone, and I have no other family. I do not even know what kind of life I would have there. And travel would be difficult for me with a baby coming. I have enough money to live on for now.” She spilled her heart out to Glenna, grateful to finally share her fears and anxieties with someone. Relief mixed with fear, sadness mixed with a sense of resignation.

So it was that just 2 years after arriving in the U.S., a mere 6 months after reaching Santa Fe following an arduous journey by covered wagon, and 3 months after settling on their land situated on the border of the New Mexico and Arizona territories, Claire found herself alone on the frontier.

When Frank made the decision for them to emigrate, they joined the unprecedented number of immigrants drawn to a new life in America, lured by the dream of economic prosperity and vast tracts of unspoiled land. While initially she found the idea of homesteading in the West foolish and reckless, after they arrived in western New Mexico, Claire relished the wide open spaces, endless horizon, and the landscape that seemed as though it was painted by a divine artist.

Frank wanted to make a name for himself, and he found prospects for doing so in England diminishing as he alienated himself from family, friends, and associates. Having read anthropology and history at Oxford, he initially imagined himself as a professor, but after hearing tales of the Indian Wars in the American west, and having a distant cousin who had joined the homesteaders, his sense of adventure led him to purchase tickets for the journey across the Atlantic.

That he only told Claire about it after the fact gave her heightened awareness of his total lack of regard for her preferences, feelings, and aspirations to further her work as a nurse and midwife. Having trained at St. Thomas Hospital and the Nightingale Training School for Nurses in London, Claire once imagined herself spending years working alongside the renowned staff at St. Thomas, even perhaps becoming actively engaged in the education of young nurses and midwives. But Frank’s decision to emigrate closed the door on her dream.

And now he was dead.

She faced the truth of her aloneness.  While for some this truth may have felt harsh, for Claire it was an awakening of all she had hidden away in her heart. The previous day, Glenna and Charles visited and offered to take her to the trading post in Arizona. While there was a closer trading post in New Mexico, they preferred Fraser’s Trading Post in Arizona, telling Claire of their high regard for the proprietor, James Fraser, a Scotsman who was known far and wide for his kindness and fairness to the homesteaders, as well as to the Navajo and Apache.

“Come with us, Claire. It will do good to be away from here for a few days, to see a bit more of the area, and to learn your way there.” Eventually, Glenna persuaded her to join them. “Ye will be amazed at the variety of items at the trading post. Everything ye want and need, and then some!”

They left early the next morning, the journey to Fraser’s taking about four hours. When they arrived at midday, Claire noted how beautiful and orderly the Trading Post appeared, situated as it was along the southern banks of the Pueblo Colorado Wash.

“I have yet to see so many people in one place since we left St. Louis,” Claire reflected. “Is the whole territory here?”

“It seems Mr. Fraser attracts traders from as far away as California,”  Charles informed her. “Folks seek out Fraser for his fair prices, as well as his uncanny ability to find whatever it is ye need. I have yet to leave the trading post disappointed.”

As she climbed down from the wagon, Claire noticed a tall man striding towards them, his air of confidence and warmth obvious even at first glance.

“Glenna, Charles, ’tis good tae see ye. And ye’ve brought a friend…” Jamie’s voice trailed off as his gaze  settled on Claire. Even after a long ride through the dust and heat, her beauty captivated him.

Before Glenna or Charles could make proper introductions, Claire reached out for Jamie’s outstretched hand. “Claire, I’m Claire Randall.”

“Nizhóní,” Jamie said quietly, not realizing Claire overheard the word she assumed was Navajo. It dawned on Jamie that this was the widow of Frank Randall, the Englishman accidentally killed a few months earlier. “Mistress Randall, I extend my deepest sympathies. Ye’ve suffered a great loss.”

“Thank you, Mr Fraser.” Claire realized they were still clasping each other’s hand, and reluctantly pulled away, but not before she noticed the color of Jamie’s eyes, a shade of blue like the ocean.

Glenna broke the awkward silence, asking Jamie about news from Scotland.

“Well, ye ken the news is always about 3 months old by the time it gets here, but my sister has given birth to her second bairn, and the farm is doing well, so they cannae complain.”

The three Scots conversed amiably, and as they walked into the trading post, Claire found herself drawn in by Jamie’s attentiveness to everyone and everything going on around him.

As they moved through the various rooms of the store, Claire noticed the Navajo women effortlessly working their looms. By now, Navajo weavers were well known throughout the territory for the beauty and quality of their rugs and blankets.

One of the weavers caught Claire’s eye and smiled, the kind of smile that immediately puts one at ease. “I am Haseya.”

“I’m Claire. I have never seen anything quite as beautiful as your weaving.”

Haseya’s gaze rested on her work, as she reached for another strand of wool to add to the loom. She explained the design as well as the significance of the various colors. As Haseya talked, Claire knew Jamie was hovering nearby, and she felt uncharacteristically happy. She had not known happiness for such a long time, so the feeling startled her. Before she even realized it, she found herself asking Haseya about learning how to weave. The Navajo woman clasped Claire’s hand, and motioned for Jamie to join them.

“I have a student weaver,” Haseya stated in the direct, yet soft, manner characteristic of the Navajo.

Jamie’s heart leapt, as he realized Claire would be a frequent guest at the trading post. He knew that it was quite uncommon for a Navajo weaver to teach weaving to a non-Navajo, but Haseya was known to have great wisdom and insight, so he surmised she realized Claire needed something to actively engage her senses.

So it was that Claire became an apprentice to Haseya, learning all aspects of rug making, from carding and spinning the wool, to the intricacies of the patterns, to mixing the various plants and herbs used to make colors for dying

She traveled from the homestead to the trading post twice each month, initially making the journey with Glenna and Charles, but eventually felt comfortable making the trek alone, much to Glenna’s dismay.

“I will be fine, Glenna. I have to learn to make my way, and I want to learn as much as I can before the baby comes.”

Glenna acquiesced, realizing the futility of arguing with Claire. Her journeys through the red rock cliffs and wide canyons gave her a sense of peace and contentment. Rather than being fearful about traveling alone, she relished the time to think. While the baby was always foremost in her thoughts, Jamie Fraser was never far from her stream of consciousness. Each trip, she spent three or four days working side-by-side with Haseya, who, unbeknownst to Claire, was considered by the Navajo to be their most skilled weaver.

After working with Haseya during the day, Claire found Jamie waiting for her most evenings, eager to talk about the comings and goings at the trading post, but even more eager to hear about her progress as an apprentice weaver. “I dinna ken how ye do it, Claire. Keepin’ the colors straight, and the patterns bein’ so complicated.”

“Once you get the image of the pattern in your head, it is fairly simple. And I find that weaving is all encompassing. While I am weaving, I’ve no thought about what will become of me, or the baby. And I suppose I am grateful for that…” Claire’s voice trailed off.

Jamie smiled and reached for Claire’s hand. “My mam always quoted scripture to us, and one of her favorites was ‘Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?’”

Over the next few months, each evening during Claire’s visits, they walked and talked, oblivious to the late hour, sharing stories of days gone by, gazing up at the stars, comfortable with the occasional periods of silence. Claire shared her hopes to eventually resume her nursing and midwifery work, maybe working with the Navajo and Apache, as well as caring for the homesteaders.

“I ken ye well enough, Claire. You can do anything, and quite well, I might add.”  He held her hand, accustomed as they were by now to being close to each other.

She found herself blushing at Jamie’s kind words. She was not accustomed to being praised. With Frank, there was near constant criticism, and disregard of her wishes.

Jamie reluctantly walked her back to the cabin she used during her visits, and almost before he realized it, he found himself saying, “I know ye havena been widowed so long, but life is different out here, and I ken propriety isna what it might be in England or Scotland. I would very much like to kiss ye, Claire. May I?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Claire turned toward him, her face lit up as though they were in bright sunlight. Frank never asked if he could kiss her. He always assumed that he was in complete control of their relationship.

“Yes, Jamie Fraser. Yes!”

And they both hoped and prayed that this was the first of a lifetime of kisses.

The next morning, while working in the weaving room, she told Jamie and Haseya that she would not be making the trek to the trading post for several months.  

“I reckon the baby is due in about a month.” She felt her heart break as she watched Jamie’s face. “What else am I to do, Jamie?”

He felt as though his heart had been pierced with a sword. He interrupted and asked her to walk with him to his home. She had been there a few times, visiting in the parlor, but she sensed his uneasiness and anxiety as they walked toward his front porch.

“Jamie, what is it? You know you can say anything to me.”

He took her hands in his, raising them to his lips and gently kissed each one.

“I’m honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you are here wi’ me, Claire. I know it may not be proper to marry to ask you so soon after Frank’s death. But will you have me, Claire? Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

As she looked at him, she felt as though she was holding heaven in the palms of her hands. Her gaze turned toward the grassy field stretching between his home and the trading post. In her mind’s eye, she saw curly headed children running and playing, screeching with laughter as Jamie chased after them. She saw herself nursing a red-headed newborn as Haseya sat next to her, dying wool. She saw all of it, all of the beauty and joy of a life spent by Jamie’s side.

“Yes, James Fraser. Yes, I will marry you.”  

1 Month Later

Claire sat up in bed, carefully readjusting her curly haired baby girl, all of three hours old, already suckling at the breast. Haseya and the other Navajo women had attended her during the birth, and now, certain that she and the baby were healthy, they bid their farewells, assuring Jamie someone would be back in the evening to check on Claire and the newborn.

He settled in next to Claire on their bed, carefully enfolding her and the baby in a loving embrace. That Frank was the bairn’s father was of no consequence to him. He and Claire would raise the child, and Jamie knew that he was the child’s father, in every way that mattered.

“What name are we going to give her?” he asked, his eyes brimming with tears. Now that the bairn was finally here, he was grateful Claire had come through the labor and birth without any complications.

“There’s a word I have heard you say many times, but I’ve never asked what it meant,” Claire replied. “And it is not one of the Scots terms of endearment you use.”

“Hmm, well, I ken ye must mean Nizhóní.”

“Yes, that’s the word. What does it mean?’

“It means beautiful.”

Now it was Claire’s eyes that filled with tears, remembering Nizhóní was the first Navajo word she had ever heard Jamie speak.

“I want us to name her Nizhóní. Nizhóní Elizabeth Fraser.” Jamie pulled them closer, his wife and his bairn, gently stroking the face of the miracle who had just come into their lives.

And life was indeed beautiful.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 59, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering

First rewritten reworking 06/20/2023

Second rewritten reworking 11/01/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1241

Peter and I just acted lazy for the entire day. It was nice, not having to do anything at all except snuggle in each other’s arms. He milked my tits four times that day, always certain to ease me into a mind blowing orgasm, which always ended with me knocked out for an hour or two.

In other words, Peter simply doted on me.

 It was weird to have a giant vampire-like man taking care of me and showering me with love, but I quickly grew used to it, especially after hearing Peter talking about taking care of his sisters and mother whenever Mother Nature would come knocking when he was a child. I feel deeper in love with my soulmate after he told me he once beat up a kid for stealing the money his sister gave him to go out and buy her some tampons.

 “I never wore tampons,” I told him. “They’re too invasive. I tried one time, but I had to take it out almost immediately.”

 “Makes sense,” Peter hummed. “Sweetheart, when you say you were raped…”

 “Eric jammed his penis inside me,” I answered, squeezing my eyes shut as the memories swam to the surface of my mind. “He was tiny compared to you, like three or four or five inches. He practically had a micropenis.”

 “Fuck,” Peter breathed, combing his fingers through my curls and gripping me tightly at the roots. “Sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

 “You honestly have nothing to be sorry for,” I breathed out before tucking my face into his shoulder, shuffling into his lap, positioning my knees onto either sides of his hips. “Just tell me you’ll protect me.”

 “Until the day I die,” he murmured, softly kissing my temple. “I love you.”

 “I love you, too.” I gathered up my courage. “Peter?”

 “Hmmm?” he hummed, gently tracing the outline of my face with his nose.

 “Can I see it?” he gave me a quizzical look and my face turned cherry red. “Your cock.”

 “Oh, sweetheart-” He practically jumped backwards at my bold request. “I want our first time to be special. Can you wait until after we’re married? I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re in such a vulnerable state of mind.”

 “But I don’t know how to give a proper blowjob,” I weakly explained. “I really don’t want to disappoint you-”

 “Sweetheart,” Peter held my warm face in his cool hands, the temperature difference making goosebumps break out onto my skin. “You could never disappoint me- you are my soulmate. If anything, you’re someone who I admire and look up to.”

 “Me?” I chuckled, resting my head in his lap and closing my eyes. “Why me? Don’t make me laugh!”

 “You’re so kind, and gentle, and caring, and sweet, and loving, and funny, and compassionate,” Peter began to list things about me that he found appealing. “You’re unafraid to speak your mind and you make friends wherever you go. You’re always so positive and you’re not afraid to ask for help. You have such a beautiful soul.”

 I cooed softly, rubbing my thumb over his knee.

 “You’re amazing yourself,” I hummed, turning my head to look up into his green eyes. “You’re so caring and protective, and I love how talented you are. I love that you’re mine and mine alone.”

 Peter’s eyes went feral and he lifted me so that I was straddling his manly hips once again. He cupped my cheeks in his hand and smashed our mouths together, his lips massaging mine harshly as he made out with me. I placed my hands onto his shoulders and began to grind myself in his lap, sighing out a moan and the coil began to twist at the feeling of his cock hardening underneath me.

 Peter placed a hand on my hip, his other hand going to grip at the back of my head as I humped my groaning cunt into his crotch. He reached out and yanked my shirt up, exposing my tits, heavy with milk, and looked at me as though asking for permission.

 “Peter…” I whined, tossing my head back as the sparks began to flicker through my veins. “Milk my tits!”

 He grinned savagely at my plea before attacking my tits with his lips, the sounds of him feeding from me driving me crazy as I tossed my head back yet again. I locked my hands behind his head and bounced myself harder on his lap.

 “Fucking shit-” was all that I could manage to say before I was exploding into everything and fading away to nothing.

 When I came to, Peter was gently suckling me dry, his hands guiding my hips in lazy figure eights. I moaned softly, the only sound I could really let out, and stretching my neck up to lazily mouth at his ear.

 “Hey there, sweetheart,” he murmured, cupping the side of my face and moving me so that I was now slouched in front of him with a shy smile on my face.

 “Iloveyou,” I slurred together, now noticing that his erection was still there. “Dotheother?”

 Peter’s face lit up and he attached myself to my other tit, moving his hand so that one was splayed across my back helping me stay up while the other remained on my hip, coaxing me to grind them against his crotch. I sagged into his hold on me, allowing him to support me as he pleasured me to bits.

 SNAP

 I let go with a squeal, my body spasming and twitching as I came down from my high. Peter helped me through it, gently overstimulating me until I was crying from the overwhelming feeling of too much, too much, too much.

 “Are you alright, sweetheart?” Peter cooed, slipping the shirt back down over my now empty tits and laying me down next to him. I wordlessly pressed myself up against his strong body, sighing as he rested his hand on my stomach, where little girl greeted him with a kick. “Hello in there, little girl. I love you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my stomach, getting a slurred coo out of me.

 Mittens growled before jumping up onto my stomach, effectively blocking Peter from showering love onto little girl as she curled up into a ball, still keeping an eye on my soulmate.

 “What the fuck, cat?” Peter growled, trying to hide his smile at my tired giggles.

 “I love you, Miss Mittens!” I mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

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