#corrupt corporate

[undeadfvckgirl-base]

So I made Solver x J text posts

I do not regret a thing

Also I'm officially calling them Corrupt Corporate I love my nuclear warfare yuri

@mcchill-16

[maleficsin]

Quit my job the other day....I'll miss my coworkers but I will not miss working for a douchebag owner anymore! Here's to not being as stressed out and having less work related anxiety c:

[houseofbrat]

Boeing Killed A Guy!

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[bbbbbbbbatman]

When Bruce is feeling petty he'll arrange an interview with the Daily Planet and specifically request Clark, then spend the entire interview in character as Brucie, refusing to break no matter how many times Clark tells him to knock it off, and then Clark has to write an article on whatever inane topic Bruce could come up with.

[sinister-yet-satisfying]

I hate it here

Let this be a lesson against believing politicians lies.

Keeping wealth concentrated in the 1% is the end goal of capitalism.

They will do whatever is necessary to keep the working class desperate and dependent on the system that impoverishes them.

[dosesofcommonsense]

If 90% of America believes the Corporate Media lies, why does that majority of that group still watch the shows. That’s intentional indoctrination. You’re buying into the psyop. That’s willful ignorance and utter stupidity.

[baldwinheights]

[socialjusticeinamerica]

Don’t do this at home.

[islandofthedollz]

PLEASEEE do more priest jimmy 🙏 i will give my life and soul for this

❤︎ Forgive me father for I have sinned ❤︎

⁠❥TW: power imbalance, corporal discipline and the corruption of religous traditions in a historical context

⁠❥Ask and you shall receive!!!

“Father?' You clear your throat. Father... May I speak with you?” The quiet, slightly muffled voice behind the heavy oak door followed a timid knock, almost as though you did not want to be heard. As though this would give you absolution to walk away.

Unseen, Jimmy smiled, delighted, before raising his voice. “Enter, my child.”

The door slowly opened, just enough to admit you. When you entered you were so nervous, you felt you were visibly shrinking making you seem even more vulnerable. However, while innocent, at [AGE] years old, you were no child.

“Well, come in, my dear, and tell me what is on your mind.”

Slowly and reluctantly you fully entered the room and came to sit where Father Jimmy directed, on one of the two large, leather wingback chairs facing the fire. The ghost of a smile graced his lips. Perched you on the very edge of the seat, you were in real danger of sliding to the floor. You clasp your hands tightly in your lap it would have been better holding the polished armrests, Jimmy thought wryly.

Taking the other seat, he leaned back, spreading his thighs. You try to avoid eye contact trying to look everywhere but at him, you appeared to be gathering your thoughts. Jimmy was in no hurry. There was nothing like anticipation to make the treat that much sweeter.

After a few minutes of silence, marked only by the crackling and occasional pops from the fire, a falling log broke the spell, and you finally made eye contact. Jimmy raised one intimidating brow.

You began. “Forgive me, Father,” an intriguing start, he thought, “for disturbing you so late, but I could not sleep, and I...” you hesitated again, looking down at your lap as your hands were wrung the blood from your knuckles.

“Continue,” Father Jimmy instructed.

“I..” you took another deep breath, your voice came out in a rush, “have been having impure thoughts.” You look at with wide eyes, “Please, Father, help me.”

And there it was. While he couldn't say he was surprised his sermons were almost wholly focussed on the sins of the flesh and the need to stay pure inorder to avoid the licking flames of Hellfire he had wondered how long it would take before the graphic images of devils tempting the flesh of innocent maids would take root in the mind of his young ward.

Jimmy’s looks at you sternly, he asked, “And what form do these impure thoughts take, child? Perhaps you wish to laze in bed instead of doing your chores or have had unkind thoughts towards the other girls in the parish? Perchance, you are coveting their pretty dresses and ribbons?”

You shake your head vigorously, you seemed relieved to be able to disabuse him of these thoughts. “Oh, no, Father, nothing like that.”

“Not Sloth, Wrath or Envy, you say? I know you are generally a good, obedient girl. What could possibly be keeping you from your rest?” Jimmy suppressed a smirk as she looked even more uncomfortable, and a flush worked its way from her cheeks down her long, neck to disappear beneath her dress. “What sin do you have to confess to me at this late hour?”

Another rustle as your hands fidgeted with your skirt. You took another deep breath, held, then said slowly. “Lust, Father.”

Almost too low to hear, the confession came out on a strangled half sob that made him swell in anticipation. He was tempted to make you repeat yourself, insist you proclaim your shame in a loud, clear voice, butJimmy wanted to reward you bravery with a modicum of kindness.

“So, you have been entertaining lustful thoughts, my child, and your first impulse was to come to me for help? Such a good girl to understand that this is a serious matter that needs to be nipped in the bud before it is allowed to grow wild and untamed. You have done the right thing, and I am proud of you.” He gave you a small smile, which saw some of the colour returning to your cheeks and you smiled at him back.

“However,” she flinch at the harsh change in his tone, his smile disappearing as quickly as it had arrived, “as you are aware, a sin of this magnitude cannot go unpunished.”

You really were just perfect. Acquiring you from your impoverish father, who was often in his cups and all too ready to hand you off to someone of his standing in the community, was the best decision he'd ever made. You’d been with him less than a year, but you had been so grateful for his charity and attention after a lifetime of neglect that he truly felt you’d come to love him.

You’d quickly accepted Jimmy’s strict rules, seeming to thrive on the structure he was only too happy to offer you, and you had even willingly submitted to his occasional physical punishments weathers it’s a spanking with his hand or her hairbrush when you made a small mistake. Jimmy had impressed upon you that these stinging chastisements were for your own good, to ensure you grew up pure of mind and spirit, to become the best young woman you could be. He believed that you welcomed them as a sign of his love because he took the time to discipline you in such a way when your own father had not.

After each punishment, he gave you a long, warm hug, stroking your back and hot, red bottom until your tears subsided before drying your eyes and giving you a sweet kiss on your flushed cheeks and forehead.

On this occasion, after waiting so long for you to begin your sexual awakening, the punishment and comfort would be so much more profound.

“Look at me, child.”He waited until your eyes met his and held your gaze with his unforgiving stare. “ Now tell me exactly what manner these impure thoughts have taken. Have you entertained wicked scenarios in your mind, or have you gone further and let your wicked fingers wander where they shouldn't?”

With your fingers writhing in your lap your thighs squeezed together, you were almost enacting your sins of the flesh as you haltingly confessed her guilt.

You took a deep breath “I touched... my... under the covers. I'm so sorry, Father. I tried to stop, but... I kept being drawn back.”

There followed a long silence that Jimmy chose not to break until you finally looked at him from beneath damp lashes, white teeth sunk deeply into her plush lower lip. You already looked so penitent that it seemed almost cruel to punish you further, but he truly felt that this was for the best. For both of them.

“I cannot say that I am not disappointed in your shameful behaviour, but before punishment is meted out, I believe I shall have to establish the extent of your sin.” Wide-eyed, you sucked in a breath. “Did you violate your purity entirely, or did you leave your final innocence untouched?”

You seemed confused with the question did not rule in favour or against the breaking of your maidenhead. Your mother had died young, and your father had never taken another wife who could talk to you of such things. As a man of God, he had purposefully kept you sheltered from what most young women of your age knew, treasuring the fact that he would, one day, be the man to relieve you of your innocence. Today, it would seem, was the day.

“Well, hurry now, girl, and disrobe. It is time to shed light on what has been done in the dark.”

With a stricken look and quiet whimper, you reluctantly unbuttoned your dress, carefully folded it and laid it on the chair you had recently vacated. Standing in only your undergarments, the thin cotton shift was translucent in the glow of the fire, revealing your silhouette to Jimmy’s hungry eyes. You looked at him imploringly. At an almost imperceptible shake of his head,your hands moved to divest yourself of even this thin layer of protection until you were standing, shivering before him, your arms wrapped tightly around your breasts whether for modesty, warmth, or protection was unclear. The fact that the region which had caused this trouble was completely exposed did not go unnoticed.

Walking towards you, his hands moved to yours and gently but firmly, he unclasped your cold fingers from your upper arms.Jimmy moved them to the small of your back, urging you to grip your forearms neatly behind you, so that they rested just above the swell of your ass. Not only did that remove the temptation for you to cover his view, but it also had the added benefit of pushing your breasts forward as if begging for attention. Indeed, you surprisingly prominent nipples had pebbled pleasingly at his proximity. Despite being of a mind to give them the attention they so clearly desired, he steeled himself to take the time to punish you properly before moving on to their reward.

“Girl, I can see the signs of lust upon your body as clear as if the word was painted on your skin.”

Stepping even closer to a naked you, Jimmy towered over you and reached out with one large rough hand to cradle your soft cheek, angling your head back to look deeply into your blown pupils. “The black pits of your soul have opened wide to let in the devil, eating up the wholesome blue of your purity.”

You tried to bow your head, your eyes filling with tears of fear and shame, but his firm hand did not allow you to break eye contact. “Fear not, girl. You have confessed, which is the first step towards redemption and purity. Once you have been thoroughly punished, you will be forgiven and absolved of your sins. Now, let us catalogue the extent of your wickedness.”

Retreating slightly, he allowed his thumb to brush your swollen bottom lip, pressing down slightly, which made you involuntarily gasp and lick the dry digit with your tongue.

Moving away from such a warm, wet temptation, Jimmy’s fingers traced a path along your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. Your nostrils flared, and your thighs shifted restlessly together, craving the friction you now knew would soothe the ache.

Circling the swell of her of your breast,Jimmy allowed his rough fingertips to wander up and over the peak, triggering a trembling gasp as they brushed the nub, causing it to stiffen impossibly harder. As you unconsciously pushed yourself further into his hand, he rewarded you with a sharp pinch that made you cry out in pained pleasure.

“This is an area not unused to stolen pleasure, I see.” Jimmy gazed down at your reddened face sternly as his other hand took care of your neglected right breast. “Have your greedy fingers been toying with these ripe little fruits, girl? The truth now!”

You were red from your cheeks to the very breasts he was now toying with, “yes father” you mumbled

“Show me,” Jimmy demanded.

Again, you looked askance at him, however the excitement in your gaze belied your reluctance. You were no doubt shamed at having to touch yourself in front of him, but the very embarrassment you were experiencing seemed only to increase your arousal.

Slowly, sensuously, your hand snaked in front of your body and traced a featherlight path over the curve of your hip, past your belly button, and up to the valley between your breasts, taking time to circle one teasingly before heading to its twin. Provocatively maintaining eye contact the entire time, you began stroking the aching tip, gently at first, your fingers barely skimming the pebbled flesh. Gaining momentum, you firmed your grip, rolling the delicate flesh more enthusiastically, tweaking and pinching it between your fingertips. Your breath caught as you shuddered in pleasure, and her eyes closed as you slowly began to lose herself in the sensation.

“Eyes on me, girl!” Jimmy yelled. He would not be shut out or denied. He wanted to see everything. Every filthy little thought as it crossed your mind. How else could he be sure to punish you effectively and cleanse her of every sin if you were able to hide from him?

Your eyes sprang open and locked on his gaze, then quickly, your lids became heavy as your pleasure increased. You were enjoying yourself far too much, losing yourself in the very sin you were to here to repent.

“Enough!”Jimmy commanded. You were startled, your hands flying guiltily from your flushed breasts to clasp once again behind your back.

“Is this the only forbidden flesh your fingers have strayed to, or have they wandered further into sin?”Jimmy’s chocolate eyes pointedly dipped down her belly to the tuft of hair thatch that covered her mound.

You shifted uneasily, your thighs rubbing together, drawing attention to the light sheen of moisture that coated your skin.

“Father?” it came out as a desperate plea. To leave the question unanswered, he mused, or to show him just how far you had fallen into lust?

“Show me, girl.”Jimmy’s voice held no argument, and it was with something like relief that you unclasped your hands and brought both down to stroke along your thighs. Shuffling your feet apart, your fingers swept around the plump inner curves, now slippery with your arousal. With the familiarity of diligent practice, you used the first two fingers on your left hand to part the outer petals of your womanhood, revealing its hot depths to the mercy of your other hand. Enraptured,Jimmy could not tear his eyes from where the slender digits, first one, quickly followed by a second, plunged into the moist font of your honey. Once dripping with the slippery fluid, you anointed the engorged pearl at the apex of your pussy and proceeded to agitate it most wantonly, moaning like a Pagan whore.

When Jimmy finally wrenched his gaze from your dripping slit, he found you watching him, your face flushed and eyes hooded. With Jimmy’s attention now firmly on you, you licked your full lips, tempting him to join you in this display of debauchment. And Jimmy was tempted. Lord, how he was tempted.

“Remove your fingers this instant!”Jimmy’s voice came out strained, husky. Beneath his robes, he was hard, and he knew that should you be allowed to continue in such a wanton way he was liable to unman himself. As a man of God, he knew that Onan's sin of spilling his seed upon the ground was displeasing in the sight of the Lord. Fortunately, he had an altogether more pleasing receptacle for his offering.

It was past time to put a stop to this disgraceful display. “I have seen enough, child. You have clearly been possessed of the devil and need an experienced man of God to set you back on the path of righteousness.”

Your hands again safely behind your back,you were the very picture of contrition. You had come to him for help, and now you would be purged of you shame. You truly were fortunate that he took you in. Who else would take the time to save your mortal soul?

Firmly taking your upper arm, he led you across the room to his prie dieu the ornately-carved prayer desk and kneeler he used for his private devotion. He stopped her as you went to kneel on the padded stool.

“No, child, there will be time enough for kneeling later. First, you are to be scourged to release the devil from his hold on your impressionable young flesh.”

Your eyes flew to his, showing your fear of what was to come. But what was this? Could he detect a curious excitement for the strict punishment he would be meting out? Did the thought of placing you innocent young body in his hands enflame her as it did him? Interesting. He was clearly going to have to be especially thorough with your chastisement if it was to be effective. There was no room for mercy where wickedness was so firmly rooted.

Leading you to the back of the structure, he had you bend deeply, leaning with your forearms resting on the sloped desk, your fingers clasped in prayer.

“Arch your back, child, and offer yourself up to your punishment. Show me that you willingly accept the kiss of the lash that will free you from the burden of guilt and shame that currently weighs upon your soul.”

Sinking further down, your breasts hanging freely Jimmy had alluded to earlier, you widened your stance and raised your hips, going so far as to rise onto your tiptoes to enticingly offer up your plush globes. It was all Jimmy could do not to seize your fleshy cheeks and thrust his throbbing member into your unclaimed hole that brazenly winked at him.

Was this an invitation to defile you like a heathen? The devil indeed had taken hold of your innocent mind. There was no time to delay. Taking up his scourge, which hung on the wall above his bed and had seen service when he felt self-flagellation was required to keep himself pure, he returned to stand at your side.

Seizing the worn whip of knotted leather by its sturdy plaited handle, he offered it to her lips for a kiss before tipping your chin up and warning you, “ I will now flog you until I believe the devil has fled your body. This will be a very severe punishment, and you will need to be brave and endure, for in the end you will be forgiven.” You whimpered in fear whilst raising your hips further in eager acceptance.

“So be it.” And with those ominous words, he began.

Much later, Jimmy breathing heavily, his face sheened in sweat and his vestments sticking to his back. However, the signs of his exertion were nothing compared to her condition. Your buttocks and the backs of your thighs were crosshatched with red welts and a myriad of tiny purpling bruises. You were shaking as silent tears puddled on the shelf below you, but you remained obediently locked in place, your hands still clasped in prayer.

He stroked the sweaty strands of your hair where they clung to your flushed cheeks and raised your head. “You have done well, child, and can rejoice as the devil has been driven from your body. You are forgiven your sins and are once more beloved of God.”

As he helped you to stand, you gave him a small smile. “Am I... pure once more, Father?”

Jimmy smiled benevolently and guided you round to kneel on the cushioned platform.

“Almost, my child. All that remains is for you to be filled with the holy sacrament. Now close your eyes, raise your head, and stick out your tongue...”

[undeadfvckgirl-base]

Hey guys I did it again

BillFord jumpscare!!! They are basically the same couple in my mind

I added the original of the darker text post because it's hard to see sorry about that

@mcchill-16 come get your food (silly)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Nick Anderson/Political Cartoonist :: @Nick_Anderson_

Spreading like...

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

January 13, 2025

Heather Cox Richardson

Jan 14, 2025

The incoming Trump administration is working to put its agenda into place.

Although experts on the National Security Council usually carry over from one administration to the next, Aamer Madhani and Zeke Miller of the Associated Press today reported that incoming officials for the Trump administration are interviewing career senior officials on the National Security Council about their political contributions, how they voted in 2024, and whether they are loyal to Trump. Most of them are on loan from the State Department, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Central Intelligence Agency and, understanding that they are about to be fired, have packed up their desks to head back to their home agencies.

The National Security Council is the main forum for the president to hash out decisions in national security and foreign policy, and the people on it are picked for their expertise. But Trump’s expected pick to become his national security advisor—his primary advisor on all national security issues—Representative Mike Waltz (R-FL) told right-wing Breitbart News that he wants to staff the NSC with people who are “100 percent aligned with the president’s agenda.”

Ranking member of the House Oversight and Government Reform Committee Representative Gerry Connolly (D-VA) warned that the loyalty purge “threatens our national security and our ability to respond quickly and effectively to the ongoing and very real global threats in a dangerous world.”

But during Trump’s first term, it was Alexander Vindman, who was detailed to the NSC, and his twin Eugene Vindman, who was serving the NSC as an ethics lawyer, who reported concerns about Trump’s July 2019 call to Ukraine president Volodymyr Zelensky to their superiors. This launched the investigation that became Trump’s first impeachment, and Trump appears anxious to make sure future NSC members will be fiercely loyal to him.

With extraordinarily slim majorities in the House and Senate, Republicans are talking about pushing through their entire agenda through Congress as a single bill in the process known as budget reconciliation. Budget reconciliation, which deals with matters related to spending, revenue, and the debt limit, is one of the few things that cannot be filibustered, meaning that Republicans could get a reconciliation bill through the Senate with just 50 votes. If they can hold their conference together, they could get the package through despite Democratic opposition.

House speaker Mike Johnson and Republican leaders have said that the House intends to pass a reconciliation bill that covers border security, defense spending, the extension of Trump’s 2017 tax cuts, spending cuts to social welfare programs, energy deregulation, and an increase in the national debt limit.

But Li Zhou of Vox points out that it’s not quite as simple as it sounds to get everything at once, because budget reconciliation measures are not supposed to include anything that doesn’t relate to the budget, and the Senate parliamentarian will advise stripping those things out. In addition, the budget cuts Republicans are circulating include cuts to popular programs like Medicaid, the Affordable Care Act (more commonly known as Obamacare), the Inflation Reduction Act’s investment in combating climate change, and the supplemental nutrition programs formerly known as food stamps.

Still, a lot can be done under budget reconciliation. Democrats under Biden passed the 2021 American Rescue Plan and the 2022 Inflation Reduction Act under reconciliation, and Republicans under Trump passed the 2017 Trump tax cuts the same way.

A wrinkle in those plans is the Republicans’ hope to raise the national debt limit. As soon as they take control of Congress and the White House, Republicans will have to deal immediately with the treasury running up against the debt limit, a holdover from World War I that sets a limit on how much the country can borrow. Although he has complained bitterly about spending under Biden, Trump has demanded that Congress either raise or abandon the debt ceiling because the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office estimates that the tax cuts he wants to extend will add $4.6 trillion to the deficit over the next ten years, and cost estimates for his deportation plans range from $88 billion to $315 billion a year.

Republicans are backing away from adding a debt increase to the budget reconciliation package out of concern that members of the far-right Freedom Caucus will kill the entire bill if they do. Those members want no part of raising the national debt and have demanded $2 trillion in budget cuts before they will consider it. Tonight, Senate majority leader John Thune (R-SD) told Jordain Carney of Politico that Senate Republicans expect the debt limit to be stripped out of the budget reconciliation measure.

So Republicans are currently exploring the idea of leveraging aid to California for the deadly fires in order to get Democrats to sign on to raising the debt ceiling. Meredith Lee Hill of Politico reported that Trump met with a group of influential House Republicans over dinner Sunday night at Mar-a-Lago to discuss tying aid for the wildfires to raising the debt ceiling. Today, House speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA) confirmed to reporter Hill that this plan is under discussion.

Indeed, Republicans have been in the media suggesting that disaster aid to Democratic states should be tied to their adopting Republican policies. The Los Angeles fires have now claimed at least 24 lives. More than 15,000 firefighters are working to extinguish the wildfires, which have been driven by Santa Ana winds of up to 98 miles (158 km) an hour over ground scorched by high temperatures and low rainfall since last May, conditions caused by climate change.

On the Fox News Channel today, Representative Zach Nunn (R-IA) said: "We will certainly help those thousands of homes and families who have been devastated, but we also expect you to change bad behavior. We should look at the same for these blue states who have run away with a broken tax policy.... Those governors need to change their tune now.” Senator Ron Johnson (R-WI) blamed Democrats for the fires and said of federal disaster relief: “I certainly wouldn't vote for anything unless we see a dramatic change in how they're gonna be handling these things in the future.”

Aside from the morality of demanding concessions for disaster aid after President Joe Biden responded with full and unconditional support for regions hit by Hurricane Helene (although Tennessee governor Bill Lee is still lying that Biden delayed aid to his state, when in fact he delayed in asking for it, as required by law), there is a financial problem with this argument. As economist Paul Krugman noted today in his Krugman Wonks Out, California “is literally subsidizing the rest of the United States, red states in particular, through the federal budget.”

In 2022, the most recent year for which information is available, California paid $83 billion more to the federal government than it got back. Washington state also subsidized the rest of the country, as did most of the Northeast. That money flowed to Republican-dominated states, which contributed far less to the federal government than they received in return.

Krugman noted that “if West Virginia were a country, it would in effect be receiving foreign aid equal to more than 20 percent of its G[ross] D[omestic] P[roduct].” Krugman refers to the federal government as “an insurance company with an army,” and he notes that there is “nothing either the city or the state could have done to prevent” the wildfires. “If the United States of America doesn’t take care of its own citizens, wherever they live and whatever their politics, we should drop “United” from our name,” he writes. “As it happens, however, California—a major driver of U.S. prosperity and power—definitely has earned the right to receive help during a crisis.”

Today, Biden announced student loan forgiveness for another 150,000 borrowers, bringing the total number of people relieved of student debt to more than 5 million borrowers, who have received $183.6 billion in relief. This has been achieved through making sure existing debt relief programs were followed, as they had not been in the past.

Establishment Republicans continue to fight MAGA Republicans, and MAGA fights among itself: former Trump ally Steve Bannon yesterday called Trump’s sidekick Elon Musk “truly evil” and vowed to “take this guy down.” But even as their enablers in the legacy media are normalizing Republican behavior, a reality-based media is stepping up to counter the disinformation.

Aside from the many independent outlets that have held MAGA Republicans to account, MSNBC today announced that progressive journalist Rachel Maddow will return to hosting a nightly one-hour show for the first 100 days of the Trump presidency.

And today journalist Jennifer Rubin joined her colleagues who have abandoned the Washington Post as it swung toward Trump. She resigned from the Washington Post with the announcement that she and former White House ethics lawyer Norm Eisen have started a new media outlet called The Contrarian. Joining them is a gold-star list of journalists and commentators who have stood against the rise of Trump and the MAGA Republicans, many of whom have left publications as those outlets moved rightward.

“Corporate and billionaire owners of major media outlets have betrayed their audiences’ loyalty and sabotaged journalism’s sacred mission—defending, protecting and advancing democracy,” Rubin wrote in her resignation announcement. In contrast, the new publication “will be a central hub for unvarnished, unbowed, and uncompromising reported opinion and analysis that exists in opposition to the authoritarian threat.”

“The urgency of the task before us cannot be overstated,” The Contrarian’s mission statement read. “We have already entered the era of oligarchy—rule by a narrow clique of powerful men (almost exclusively men). We have little doubt that billionaires will dominate the Trump regime, shape policy, engage in massive self-dealing, and seek to quash dissent and competition in government and the private sector. As believers in free markets subject to reasonable regulation and economic opportunity for all, we recognize this is a threat not only to our democracy but to our dynamic, vibrant economy that remains the envy of the world.”

In what appears to be a rebuke to media outlets that are cozying up to Trump, The Contrarian’s credo is “Not Owned by Anybody.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine with a fem reader who has a strong sense of justice and short temper? Which gets her into fights often (both verbal and physical). I can imagine her fuming at seeing how Aventurine is talked down to sometimes and talking constant smack about the IPC. Oh and what if she had Boothill's accent—

Reckless, but Right

Summary: Aventurine dazzles the casino crowd with his skillful gameplay and effortless charm. When an opponent lashes out after losing, you, Aventurine's fiery and fiercely protective partner, step in, shutting down the tension with your no-nonsense attitude and southern sass. Despite Aventurine’s insistence that he can handle himself, your unwavering defense and genuine belief in his worth leave him momentarily disarmed. As you walk out together, Aventurine reflects on how your love and support anchor him in a cutthroat world, making him feel like the true winner in life.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Romance, Fluff, Southern Accent, Protective Reader, Verbal Sparring, IPC Criticism, Gambling Themes, Banter.

Warnings: Mild profanity, References to gambling and manipulation, Mentions of corporate corruption and disrespect.

A/N: this reminded me of my Madea fic 🫣

The dimly lit casino hall hummed with the murmur of voices and the soft chime of slot machines. At the center of the floor, Aventurine stood at a card table, the faint smirk on his lips betraying his confidence as he laid his cards down. His signature hat rested jauntily on his hair, and his eyes gleamed behind rose-tinted glasses. Every move he made seemed effortless, calculated—a dance of precision and charm.

Across the table, his opponent scowled, their loss evident by the pile of chips Aventurine had neatly collected.

“Better luck next time.” he said, his voice smooth, laced with just enough sarcasm to make his opponent flush with anger.

But before the tension could escalate, your voice cut through the air like a whip.

“That’s what ya get for underestimatin’ him, ya overgrown buffoon!” you said, stepping up behind Aventurine with all the fire of a Southern storm.

Heads turned at your arrival. Dressed simply but with an undeniable presence, you didn’t care much for the glitz and glamor of the casino. Your fiery personality was your true calling card.

Aventurine turned, his smirk widening at the sight of you. “Darlin’, I thought I told you to behave while I worked.”

You crossed your arms, your piercing gaze flickering to the man at the table. “I was behavin’, sugar. Until I saw this here jackass actin’ like you weren’t worth his time. Now, I don’t take kindly to folks disrespectin’ my man.”

The man bristled, but one look at your steely glare—and your clenched fists—made him think twice about opening his mouth. He muttered something under his breath before stalking off, and the crowd that had gathered quickly dissipated.

Aventurine chuckled, gathering his winnings. “You know, my dear, there’s something terribly poetic about you charging into my defense, especially when I hardly need it.”

You huffed, poking a finger into his chest. “I don’t care if ya need it or not. Ain’t nobody gonna talk down to ya while I’m around. IPC or not.”

His eyes softened, the playful mask slipping for a brief moment. “You truly are one of a kind.”

“Damn straight,” you said with a wink, though your tone quickly turned serious. “But let’s talk ‘bout the IPC. You’re too good for them vultures, sugar. All they care about is profits. They don’t see the man behind the mask.”

Aventurine tilted his head, intrigued. “And what do you see?”

You leaned closer, your accent thick as molasses. “I see a man who’s brilliant, who’s got more guts and brains than those pencil-pushers could ever dream of. I see someone who don’t need to play by their rules to win.”

For once, Aventurine was rendered speechless, his normally quick wit failing him. Your unshakable belief in him had a way of disarming him like nothing else.

He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing yours in a gesture both intimate and grounding. “And here I thought I was the gambler in this relationship. But it seems you’ve already gone all in on me.”

You grinned, the fiery spark in your eyes never dimming. “Damn right I have. And don’t you forget it.”

As you both left the casino, Aventurine couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. In a world where high stakes ruled and facades were currency, you were the rare, unyielding force that reminded him of who he truly was—and who he wanted to be.

[undeadfvckgirl-base]

WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!! WE WIN THESE!!!! TY FOR FEEDING THE CORRPUTE CORPATE NATION!!!!!

@cynicalundead LOOK!

Fellas? Is it gay to waltz with your eldritch horror boss who wants to eat the planet and also killed your girlfriend? No? That’s what I thought—

[cosmicportal]

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[iluvajdotcom]

jokes aside, the TikTok ban really speaks to the continued fascist regime that’s taking place right in front of our eyes. if we don’t listen & understand history, we are doomed to repeat it. policing & controlling the media is exactly what right-wing extremists want, so that they can control whatever propaganda we consume. (depending on your algorithm) TikTok was a place where information was able to thrive. without that resource, it’s clear all the corrupt, bought-out, greedy, old farts in the government, are highly aware of this & wanted it gone so they could maintain their power. evident by political figures investing & trading stocks on Meta, corporations & the top 1% of the country (including Mark Zuckerberg, Elon Musk & Jeff Bezos) colluding w/ Trump in his campaign to dictatorship. (all being consumed by power & greed, whilst at the cost of future gen.’s) i urge everyone to continue to be outspoken, educated, & aware of the political state of our world. i wanna remind u that no, this is not normal (even though we keep living through unprecedented times in limbo). it’s intentional timing that leading up to this inauguration that it’s in Trump’s hands to become a “savior” for TikTok to fall into (uneducated & bigoted) ppl’s good graces. DO NOT FALL FOR IT.

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

Total Gilded Age chaos.

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