#did I mention these guys are in arizona? because they are

[mustiels-art]

Greetings from the GRAND CANYON

[thevoidstaredback]

True to their word, the second the sun finished setting over Amity Park, Illinois, the ghosts fled the town.

This presented several problems. The most pressing of which was the fact that they now had a Missing Persons case to deal with where the prime suspects have just fled the area. The second problem was that the Justice League had no way of tracking any of the ghosts.

Superman had cleared all of the US Bases in Europe, Asia, Australia, and Africa. The Flash had managed to clear all the US Gov. Bases in every state East of Idaho, Utah, and Arizona. No leads anywhere.

The ghosts were quiet as they left the town. So quiet, in fact, that the only reason the Justice League and the two accompanying JLD members even knew they were leaving was because they saw them leaving. And even then, they'd been fading out of visibility, so they'd had to rely on Red Huntress's confirmation that they were leaving.

Robin had taken his team, Young Justice, into the town to work rescue and touch base with Red Huntress in person. They were also given the charge on looking for Daniel Fenton. Just because the primary suspects had fled didn't mean that the trail was cold.

"Do we have any way to track them yet?" Batman honest to god growled to Constantine and Zatanna.

Constantine, honest to god, growled back. "Not since you last asked two minutes ago!"

"Lay off, B!" Zatanna snapped, "We're doing our best, and your hovering isn't helping!"

The Dark Knight switched bases, tuning his comm back to listen to Superman and The Flash. "Any luck, you two?"

"Nope," Superman sighed, "I'm just finishing up in Alaska and Canada. There's not even a hint as to the US Gov. knowing anything about magic, let alone another dimension." There was a brief pause. "I'm heading down to Africa next."

Batman grunted in response, filing the information away. Whoever was covering these tracks was good. Way better than the US. Government usually was. They could've outsourced, but they're not that stupid. "Flash?"

"Nothing on my end," he whispered back, "I've just finished checking Idaho, Utah, and Arizona; I'm in Nevada now. I'll be heading down to SoCal before moving up to finish in Washington."

Again, Batman grunted his affirmation. How were these guys staying so hidden? And how were they keeping a ghost trapped? Hopefully, they'd managed to corner the people they were looking for. If not, well, he didn't think there was time to do another sweep of the world. It's been a day already, and a lot can happen in a day. A lot more can happen in two days. Three is pushing it. Any more than three days and they risk an actual war, more than they already are.

Batman didn't sigh as he switch comm channels again. "Nightwing."

"Batman." Nightwing responded with equal stoneyness.

"Anything to report?"

"There's no Government bases in Bludhaven. Not official, not shady. I've been over the entire city twice now."

"Let me know if that changes."

"Fuck off."

He switched channels again. "Oracle, anything on your end?"

"Nothing," she answered, "Nothing in Gotham that needs your attention, though there are rumors about another Arkham break happening within the next week. As for your JL case? Also nothing. Though, there is a weird firewall around pretty much any information around Amity Park that I can't get through."

"Turn in for now, Oracle, I'll have Cyborg take a look at the firewall."

"Alright, B. Goodnight." She clicked off, but Batman knew she wouldn't be turning in for a few hours.

Batman switched back to his empty channel. Before deciding against it and connecting to Robin. "Report."

There was a few seconds before Robin answered. "Other than Daniel 'Danny' Fenton, everyone else in town is accounted for. All of the ghosts are gone. We tried to get a look at the rifts that Z and Constantine mentioned, but Jasmine Fenton - Daniel's older sister - won't let even her parents near it. Did you know that it's in their basement? What a stupid-"

"Robin."

"Right. We don't know where the second rift is, but there's nothing coming from either of them. I think it's safe to assume that nothing else is going to be coming out right now."

"Red Huntress?"

"Is running recon with Superboy over the town. They'll be back in a few minutes."

"And the rest of you?"

"We're at Town Hall."

"Good. Daniel?"

"His trail's cold. Jasmine Fenton was the last of his family to see him yesterday, but that's all we've gotten from her or her parents. We did manage to find two of his friends, Samantha 'Sam' Manson and Tucker Foley, but they claim to have not seen him since yesterday afternoon."

"You believe them?"

"Hard not to. We don't really have much to go on other than 'missing boy that no one has seen in nearly twenty-four hours'. And with no peaceful way to look at either dimension rift, we're a bit stuck."

Batman hummed. "Keep working on it." He switched back into his open channel.

Robin had specified that there was no 'peaceful' way of looking into the rifts. Without the ghosts, then the only things in the way were Jasmine Fenton and the unknown location of the second rift. He could break into the Fenton residence and incapacitate Jasmine to look at it, but he'd have no idea what to look for. Sneaking Zatanna or Constantine in with him will be too hard to be convenient.

"Zatanna?" he asked.

The magician was obviously beyond irritated, but she responded. "What."

"Do you know where the two rifts are?"

"Under the Fenton house and under the mayor's house, why?"

"Hm." Interesting. Why does the mayor have a rift under his house? It doesn't excuse either of them, but the Fenton's have made it because they're ghost hunters. What does the mayor need one for? He called Cyborg. "I need you to crack the firewall over information from Amity Park Illinois."

"Anything else?"

"Look into the town's mayor for me."

"Got it, Batman."

Part 4 Part 6

[0and0its0doctor0]

Heat stroke

Spencer Reid X Fem! Reader

Summary: You are self-conscious about the scars on your arms so you wear long sleeves. And wind up getting heat stroke. Spencer takes care of you.

Warnings: Mentions of Self-Harm/Scars

Word Count: 1,010

“Oh god it’s like standing in front of a blow dryer!” You exclaimed as you stepped off the plane in Phoenix Arizona. It was July and the temperature on your phone read 113 degrees. And you were wearing long sleeves. “Why are you wearing long sleeves?” Derek questioned as he stepped off the plane behind you causing you to shrug.”I’m used to it. Besides, I didn’t know we were coming to Phoenix till I got on the plane..” The lie rolled off your tongue easy enough. “Didn’t you used to live out here? Shouldn’t you know better?” Derek asked and Spencer smacked his arm. “Leave her alone.” He muttered. Thankfully everyone got busy grabbing their bags and making their way to the hotel. Once inside the hotel room you pulled off your long sleeve shirt and your eyes drifted down to your arms. They were covered in cuts in varying degrees of healing. Some dated all the way back to high school and some were as fresh as a couple days ago. It was your secret, the way you dealt with your failures and the harsh reality of the job. It helped ground you. Part of you felt like you deserved it. That had been ingrained into your head from such a young age. That you deserved pain. You didn’t deserve to feel good. At least that was what your parents told you. 

The following day you were in long sleeves again and you could feel sweat dripping down the contours of your back, a bead of it trickled down the side of your face. It was hot. You could feel the heat radiating off the sidewalk as you and Spencer questioned a witness. Your face must have been red because Spencer placed his hand carefully on your lower back and pulled a bottle of water from his pocket so he could hand it to you. “Drink.” He commanded lightly and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Yes sir.” You took the bottle and chugged half of it. “Small sips. You chug it, you are just going to throw it back up.” He brushed a curl off your cheek and tucked it behind your ear, the gesture made you smile and you leaned in to the touch on your cheek. You and Spencer weren’t officially dating yet or anything, just a lot of heavy flirting. You finished the water slowly and the two of you went back to talking to witnesses. 

When you watch TV the bullet proof vests look easy and light, like a second shirt. No one told you how ridiculously heavy they were. And uncomfortable. You tugged at your sleeves as you stood behind Hotch with your gun drawn and pointed at the unsub. You guys had him cornered. Why was your vision getting blurry? You blinked several times and wiped the sweat off your forehead with your sleeves not caring if you smeared your makeup. Spencer’s eyes were on you and not the unsub. “She’s gonna drop.” He called out and as soon as he did your knees buckled and you hit the ground. Spencer wanted to run to you but he couldn’t. They had to leave you on the ground for a few minutes as everyone subdued the unsub. Once Spencer was free he had Derek help him drag you into the shade. He carefully took off your vest and tried to cool you off by fanning you with his hand. 

Emily tossed Spencer a bottle of water and he apologized before pouring it on your face. The shock of the cold water had you sitting up quickly which just made your head spin. “Easy now.” Spencer guided you to lay back down with your head in his lap. “We need to take off your shirt. You are overheated.” He informed you and you shook your head. “I can’t.” You mumbled and he looked down at you concerned. “Look whatever you are hiding we can work with okay? We can’t work with you if you are dead. Either I get you cooled down or you go to the hospital and they cool you down.” Spencer brushed some of the hair that was sticking to your forehead back and you sighed heavily. “Fine.” 

You pulled off your shirt which left you in a sports bra and Spencer’s eyes immediately went to your arms causing you to feel extremely self-conscious. He bit his lip and helped you sit up a little so you could take small sips of water. After your 4th sip you leaned over and threw up, Spencer held your hair back. His hand rubbing circles lightly on your back helped calm you down a bit. You looked up as Hotch walked over and looked down at you. “Is she going to be okay?” He asked, looking at Spencer. “Yeah I think she will be okay. It can take just 45 minutes to rehydrate. A study by The Journal of Strength and Conditioning Research found that after mildly dehydrated men consumed just 2 bottles of water, it took under one hour for their bodies to function in a perfectly healthy and hydrated state.” Spencer rattled off the facts easily, his hand continuing to brush your hair back as he spoke making you smile a little. “Alright well she’s your responsibility now.” Hotch nodded and Spencer grinned. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.” He said happily. 

You sat there with Spencer talking about nothing important while he nursed you back to health. When you got back to the hotel he insisted on staying with you to make sure you didn’t have any lasting problems from passing out. That was how you wound up curled up in bed with your head resting on Spencer’s chest, his fingers running through your hair and you listening to his steady heart beat had you quickly falling asleep. He kissed the top of your head and managed to fall asleep himself. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe you did deserve love. Spencer was going to make sure you felt that love.

[cuttergauthier]

New Leaf | One

Au Summary: In which a hockey sister falls for her enemy who also happens to be her brother's new teammate.  Yn Matthews and Matthew Knies never got along, what happens when Matthew becomes a Maple Leaf.

Matthew Knies x Matthews au

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN

Social Media | Real Life

National Hockey League | Toronto Maple Leaf

Word Count: 1.3k 

Au's Masterlist

Warning: This Story will contain Mature Language, Alcohol consumption, Against, fluff, Time jumps

I’ve been living in Toronto for the past two years. I’m a sophomore at the University of Toronto.

My older brother Auston plays for the Toronto Maple Leafs. When he first moved to Toronto, I missed him a lot so I decided to apply to Toronto. When I got excepted Auston was excited to be close to me again. Even though he’s 5 years older than me I’ve always been closer to him.

My first year here I lived in a dorm room, this year I wanted to live on my own so my brother helped me find an apartment where I could afford on my own even though he argued about it, I never want to have to depend on my brother for his money, even though he keeps saying he doesn’t care, but when I told him I wanted to pay for my own place he agree after about a month as long the apartment was in a safe neighbourhood.

This morning my brother called me after I got out of class to ask if I wanted to go watch their practice. I had nothing to do so I said yes.

The guys have been like my brothers since the moment I met them all, they always have my back. Auston said that Steph was going to be there, she’s Mitch’s Fiancé, she is the wag who I’ve always been the closest with since the day I met her, she became like an older sister to me. I tell her everything, if I ever need advice, she’s the one I talk to.

I took an uber to the arena since Steph and I always go out for coffee after we do this. I finally arrived at the arena and made my way to the stands to meet Steph.

When she saw me she smiled, she pulled me in a hug.

“It’s so good to see you, I miss you” she said, I chuckled.

“You literally saw me two days ago” I said

“I know but I still missed you”

“I missed you to”

We sat down and started talking, the guys aren’t on the ice yet.

“You’re going to see the new rookie today,” she said smiling.

“New rookie?” I asked confused

“Yeah, his college season just ended so the leafs signed him”

“Oh nice”

“According to Mitch, he’s really good and he’s your age,” she said, smirking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“well you are single”

“Oh shut up” I said laughing.

“He’s number 23” she said as the boys started to get on the ice.

I looked up and saw who she was talking about, he looks familiar.

“What’s his name?”

“Um I think Mitch said Matt Knies” she said

I whipped my head around and looked at her with wide eyes.

“WHAT!?” I whispered.

Her eyes widened.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I know him, why did the leafs have to sign him?” I sighed.

“What’s wrong with him? according to Mitch he’s really good.”

“I know he is… he’s from Arizona, we have the same friends back home, we went to the same high school but we never got along.”

“Omg really? Does your brother know about this?” she asked

“He might I don’t know, I never mentioned him before, really i’m closer with the doan’s and knies’ brother Phil”

“Well maybe it’s a sign for you guys to finally get along since you’re both in the same city again” she said smiling.

“I hope because if not, being in Toronto is going to feel like hell”

“It will be fine, don’t worry, and I’m sure if he says or does something, your brother and the guys will have your back” she said smiling. I gave her a soft smile.

We continued watching practice, once it was over the guys started making there way off the ice, Mich, Auston and matthew are standing by the bench talking. Mitch turned our way and waved happily, he might be 26 but he acts like a kid sometimes. Steph and I waved back chuckling. Both Auston and Matthew looked our way, Matthew looked straight at me shocked, his jaw dropped. He regained his composure before my brother or Mitch noticed.

Once they got off the ice, Steph looked at me smirking.

“What?”

“He definitely noticed you” she said, chuckling.

“Shut up” I scoffed.

We made our way out of the arena and to Steph’s car. Steph started Driver to (Your Favorite coffee place). Once we got there we both ordered our coffees and sat down at a table closest to the window.

Steph looked at me and smiled.

“What now?” i asked chuckling.

“What is it between you and Matthew that you don’t get along?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. We’ve been going to the same school since we were kids, we both had the same friends like I said, I was close with Gracie Doan while her brother was close with Matthew, as we grew up, we all became like a group all of us along with Matthew’s older brother. He’s just been a jerk to me since middle school, it never changed” I told her honestly.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he has a crush on you? I mean that’s usually what kids do when they have a crush” she said.

I scoffed.

“There’s no way Matthew ever had a crush on me.”

“You never know Yn, what about you, have you ever had a crush on him?” she asked curiously. I laughed.

“Obviously, i’m not blind, he's good looking steph” i said smiling, too bad he’s a jerk when it comes to me. Steph smiled before taking a drink of her coffee.

“Well, let’s hope something good comes from him being in toronto and being your brother’s teammate.” she said

“Same but i doubt it’ll end with us getting together steph”

“Never say never Yn” she said smirking. I shock my head in disbelief.

“Yeah, yeah whatever” i said and she laughed.

“Moving on, how are your classes? Are you almost done?” she asked

“Yeah, i only have one exam left then year 2 will be over” i said smiling.

“I’m glad”

Steph dropped me off at my apartment. It’s now noon, I took my school stuff out of my bag so I could study a little for my exam.

I studied for about an hour before taking a break. I went on my phone and texted Phil, Matthew’s brother, he’s one of my closest friends.

Yn: Why couldn’t you have warned me that your brother signed?!?!

Phil: Thought it would be a good surprise 🤪

Yn: I hate you so much right now!

Phil: No you don’t!

Phil: Did you see him?

Yn: Yes! I went to watch practice earlier with Steph, she’s the one who told me, then I saw him!

Phil: Sorry Yn :/ Did he see you?

Yn: Yes and he was shocked!

Phil: You two are going to have to get a long sometime!

Yn: You know damn well that won’t happen anytime soon!

Phil: Let me dream!

Yn: 😂

Phil: I’ll see you in a few days, we're coming down to Toronto For his NHL debut! (Pretend His debut was in Toronto)

Yn: At least i get to see you and your parents!

[fairlyang]

Ghostie I 🕷️

in which you get a phone call by the infamous killer Ghostface, as a huge scream fanatic

w/c: 5.8K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, mention of stalking and killings, home alone, phone call, teasing, getting tempted, masturbating, getting watched, phone sex, praise, toy usage

part two ~ part three

It was Friday night and I didn't feel like going to the party my friends had invited me to. Plus with all the killings happening in our area... yeah right..

I stayed my ass home and was preparing for a solo movie night, or yet another one of my scream-a-thons. I was in the kitchen waiting on the popcorn while I was trying to find a bowl. I lean down to grab a Disney themed one and then placed it on the counter.

I looked at the microwave and sighed. Whys this shit always gotta drag?

I walk over to the fridge and grab an Arizona can. Perfect.

I feel a buzz and grab my phone from my pocket. I look at my lockscreen and see I got a text from my best friend Ryan. I put the can on the counter and unlock my phone.

Ryan🤞🏼 :

bitch you're missing out- there's so many guys your type out here

I snicker and shake my head, of course that's his first thought. I roll my eyes and lean against the counter thinking of what to type.

Well I'd prefer to not die at some frat party tonight but feel free to give out my insta;)

I hit send and laugh knowing his ass would. The texting bubble immediately appears making me scoff. That was too fast.

Ryan🤞🏼:

got you🫡

Might drop by after to give you some company

I immediately text back a response and send it before turning my phone off and putting it back in my pocket.

Sounds good just call me

Just then the microwave beeps. Finally. I walk to it and open it carefully taking out the popcorn bag. I open it and pour it all onto the bowl.

I throw away the bag into the trash then grab the can of Arizona and the bowl, walking into my living room. I place the snacks on the table and grab the remote before plopping on the couch. I turn the tv on then realize I left the kitchen lights on.

I put the controller on the couch and stand up walking into the kitchen and flicking the light off. As soon as I did it I thought I saw something running away through the window above the sink. Maybe just a rabbit?

I walk back to the dark living room, the light from the tv being the only thing that lead me to the couch. I plop down and go on a fast hunt to find the first scream. I can never get enough of the original, mostly because of Billy Loomis and Sid's reaction to the reveal. And I guess also all the little details I love.

I click on the movie and press play. I reach over for the bowl of popcorn and put it on the side then grab my can and open it before taking a sip and placing it back on the table. I grab the blanket that is always on the couch and place it on my lap.

I take my phone out of my pocket and put it on the couch to my right. Just in case. The opening scene starts and I lean back. Ghostface's voice and tone- lordddd-

I bring the blanket up to my face feeling the room was colder than earlier. My mom must've put the ac up before she went to work. I properly cover myself and sit with one leg under my other one.

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know..."

"well I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

"It happens. Take it easy."

And what kind of dumbass answers the phone again? Like obviously it's gonna be the person you were just on the phone with!!! I scoff and shake my head, how the first girls are somehow always the dumbest.

"To apologize"

"You're forgiven, bye now"

"Wait wait don't hang up-"

"What?"

"I wanna talk to you for a second."

"They have 500 numbers for that, see ya."

I stare at my screen in admiration. How someone thought of making this series- must've been a real sicko but it brought us an incredible killer, dedicated fans, and iconic characters.

I shake my thoughts away not wanting to get carried away and focus on the movie again.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I don't know"

"You have to have a favorite... what comes to mind?"

I grab a handful of popcorn and put 'em into my mouth watching their back and forth. It was truly never tiring of watching every single scene endless amount of times. I guess that's what being one of the crazed fans in the community is like.

"Freddy! That's right."

That tone. Why does it have to sound so sweet? Especially knowing he's flirting with her just to then gut her after.

"So you got a boyfriend?"

Me, personally, that's where I would've folded and told him no but that I'd love to have one.

"Maybe.. do you have a boyfriend.."

Again the tone just always makes my heart flutter and legs go weak. Especially since it was Billy talking. Just something about extremely attractive ghostfaces....

"No"

"You never told me your name."

"Why do you wanna know my name?"

"'Cause I wanna know who I'm looking at."

I'd be giggling and kicking my feet- take that shit as a compliment, man wants to know your name- well given he definitely already knew the names of all his victims but still the thought that counts. And the fact he planned that shit completely on purpose with Stu.... But still.

Kinda like having your very own personal stalker... you could easily change his mind if you really wanted or attempted to.

"What do you think I said?"

"What?"

"Hello?"

"Look I gotta go."

"Wait... I thought we were gonna go out."

"Uh nah I don't think so."

"Don't hang up on me."

And she hangs up. Hm maybe if she didn't hang up she and her boyfriend could have survived. Or maybe she could've flirted her way out of not getting murdered.

Though I guess Stu would've wanted to kill her ass anyway for breaking up with him to be with Steven. But in these movies anything could be possible.

Ah the third phone call. "Yes?"

"I told you to not hang up on me." So menacing.

"What do you want?"

"To talk..." sounding oh so sweet.

And she hung up again. It's like she has literal worms for brain.

Fourth call.

The game begins.

The opening scene ended and I was soon an hour into the movie. It always went by so fast which was a bummer but that meant I was on the right track to watch the next one and hopefully finish the first four movies by 4am.

By the first half hour I grew hot and took the blanket off and leaving it off to the side. More than half of the popcorn was also gone hopefully I had enough for the rest of the movie.

"No please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel!" So fucking iconic.

And Tatum actually had some fight in her!! Although trying to squeeze in the doggy door was not the smartest idea....

After her scene I let out a yawn and wipe my eyes when Billy jumped in front of Stu and Sid and at the exact same time my phone rang, making me jump as well. Jesus.

I grab my phone and see it's from an unknown caller... well I always answer these to fuck with the annoying sales people. "Hello?" I ask and let out another yawn. It was barely midnight why the fuck was I already getting tired?

"Hey there, hm past your bedtime?" A smooth and husky voice teases.

Huh?

"Not at all, just a long day." I say and raise an eyebrow.

This was convenient timing- insane timing. Impeccable....

"But who is this?" I add and look back at my tv not wanting to miss another second of the movie.

I didn't recognize the voice so I knew it wasn't any of my friends, or any of their boysfriends. Hmm...

The voice on the other end of the line chuckles softly. "Oh, come on now. Don't play dumb with me, baby. You know exactly who this is," he says, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's your favorite killer, Ghostface."

I scoff and roll my eyes. A prank call. But sure I'll play along.

"How was I suppose to know hm? You're not using the infamous voice changer.... And you didn't ask me my favorite scary movie." I tease back and bite my lip. There was just no way. I wouldn't get this lucky.

Ghostface lets out a low chuckle, seemingly amused by my response. "You're right, I did forget to ask you that. But I already know the answer to that question, don't I? Your favorite scary movie is me," he says, his voice dripping with confidence making me widen my eyes. "And speaking of things you like, I couldn't help but notice how good you look in that outfit you're wearing right now. It's making it hard for me to focus on anything else," he adds, his tone turning flirtatious.

"Well the scream movies are pretty good.... Top tier for sure..." I say, eyes still wide and unsure if it's real or not.

"And what is it I'm wearing?" I test because there's only one way someone would know, if they were watching me.

"Your Billy Loomis shirt. I gotta say you've got great taste in killers." He says sounding almost cocky.

"And some short shorts. Grey. Y'know it's not nice to tease... you look absolutely delicious." he adds and I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together.

My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as I feel my heart race. But in the best way possible- holy shit- I was chosen- oh fuck-

Oh my god-

I couldn't fuck this up.

"You gonna come in to find out for yourself?" I ask teasingly and lay back on the couch letting my legs spread on the couch. I pull the ends of my shirt a bit higher up my thigh on purpose.

"Oh, trust me, baby. I'd love nothing more than to come in and find out just how delicious you are," he says, his voice filled with lust. "But unfortunately, I've got other things to take care of right now. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you," he adds, his tone promising.

"Why don't you do something for me instead?" he suggests. "Touch yourself for me. Show me just how wet you are for me."

I squeeze my thighs together yet again and bite my lip. Holy fuck???

Not only is my biggest dream and fantasy happening right now, but his voice was extremely hot and sensual almost... me having a voice kink was helping him out. Wonder if he knew that already...

"Well I'm not wet, yet... definitely turned on I won't deny that." I say and feel my arousal slowly growing. This is all I've ever dreamed of. How did I get so lucky tonight??? All because I didn't go to some frat party? Insanity...

I spread my legs out and make my hand go from squeezing my tits over my shirt to trailing down my stomach. I run a hand up and down my thighs then go down. I rub my slit over my shorts, very softly and let out a shaky breath. My fingers gently rubbing my folds then going up to rub my clit. I let out a moan and lay my head back.

I can't believe this is happening.

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, that's it, baby. You look so fucking hot touching yourself for me," he says, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

"I wish I could be there with you, watching you writhe and moan as you pleasure yourself," he adds, his tone filled with desire. "But since I can't, I'll have to settle for just hearing you. Tell me, baby, how does it feel? Are you getting wet for me?"

"Mm you just contradicted yourself Ghostie." I say breathless and chuckle. "you said I look hot but also wish you were here... which is it? Are you in my backyard or no?" I tease and rub my clit faster making me let out a whimper.

I look over at my patio door the shades were off plus it was dark so I knew he could be out there watching me. Or he could have cameras in here...

"Feels so good- mm I haven't had the chance to touch myself all week-" I say breathless and buck my hips against my fingers. I felt my wetness soak through my panties and onto my shorts. Damn.

I grab the waistband of my shorts and pull them down lifting my hips to get them over my ass and then take them off, throwing them on the floor.

My fingers go back into position, two over my clit, gently rubbing the already swollen nub. My biggest fantasy, coming to life. I've been blessed.

Even if he wasn't the real Ghostface (which I highly doubted), a fake Ghostface wouldn't know what the fuck I was wearing. This was the real deal. And he was watching me.

"So wet Ghostie-" I moan and move my panties to the side and spread my lips just in case he was somehow watching. "such a dirty perv wanting to hear me moan... hearing me play with my pretty pussy." I moan and smile. I've never felt so turned on in my life.

He lets out a low chuckle at my teasing making me blush. Every sound he made sounded so hot. "You got me there, baby. I can't help but wish I was there with you, but unfortunately, I'm not in your backyard," he says with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Man...

"But hearing you moan and seeing you touch yourself is almost as good. You're making me so hard, baby," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

I let out a whimper and rub my clit a bit faster, but not enough to make me close.

He groans softly at the sounds of your moans. He knew you would sound good, but not this good. "Mmm, you sound so fucking sexy when you moan like that. I wish I could feel your wetness on my fingers, taste you on my tongue," he says, his words making my arousal spike even higher. "But for now, I'll have to settle for watching you play with yourself. Keep going, baby. Show me just how much you want me."

I nod and grab the top of my panties, lifting my ass up and taking them off throwing them on the floor. I move two fingers over my slit collecting all of my slick juices making me quiver. I haven't been this wet in ages. "ya hear that Ghostie?" I say and swirl my fingers along my folds.

"So wet for you- mmm- just for you-" I purr and let out strings of moans.

He lets out a low growl and I swear I can hear him shift around. "Fuck, baby. You're making me so fucking hard," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I can practically hear how wet you are for me. You're such a dirty little slut, playing with yourself like this," he adds, his words making me moan even louder.

"Keep going, baby. Show me how much you want me, how much you need me," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Imagine me there with you, watching you touch yourself like this. Imagine my fingers inside you, stretching you open, making you scream my name," he adds, his words sending shivers down my spine again. He was already driving me crazy-

"mmm fuck" I whimper and slip one finger inside. "shit-" I whine and slowly push it inside.

I close my eyes and imagine it's his finger instead of mine, slowly fucking my pussy, teasing me on purpose. "Feels so fucking good~" I moan and buck my hips as I slowly push it deeper.

Ghostface groans at the sound of your moans, his own arousal spiking at the incredible sight of you fingering yourself. "God, I wish that was me inside you," he says almost breathless. "You look so fucking good, baby. I can only imagine how tight and wet you would feel around me," he adds, his words making me whimper.

"Keep fucking yourself for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name when you come," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Are you close, baby? Do you want to come for me?"

I whimper and slip another finger inside and fuck myself faster. My breathing was getting more rapid and I could hear my juices with every movement. His words were only making me more and more wet for him. So needy. "mmm fuck- s-so close-" I murmur and buck my hips against my fingers.

I open my eyes and leave my phone on speaker leaving my phone on my stomach while I bring my legs up to my chest, trying to hold them with my available hand as I fuck myself. My pussy felt even more tight and I was a whimpering mess. "I wanna cum for you Ghostie-" I purr and fuck myself faster feeling cream slowly drip down to my asshole.

He lets out a low growl of desire at the sound of your words. He knew his girl would enjoy this, he knew how much a dirty girl you'd be for him."Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. I wanna see you shaking," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent, almost needy.

The sound of your wetness and the sight of you fingering yourself so desperately is driving him wild with need. He can't help but imagine himself inside you, stretching you open and making you scream for more. He needed to be inside you. "I'm so close, baby. I can feel it," he says, his voice becoming more ragged. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together," he adds, sounding breathless as I could hear him, stroking himself.

Holy fuck- he's been jerking off the whole time? That thought alone almost sent me to the edge.

I add a third finger in and fuck myself harder, feeing myself clench on my own fingers. I let out a mewl and multiple whimpers as more of a mixture of wetness and cream leak out of my pussy. I felt my orgasm approach quickly in my lower abdomen and I go harder curling my fingers up, reaching my g spot with every pump. I come undone and feel my entire body shake. I let out screams of his new given nickname and whimpers as I ride my high.

I bring my legs down slowly and try to calm my breathing down, thighs still shaking but I can't help all the heat the rushed to my face.

"Fuck! Oh my god... that was so good-" I whimper out and slowly take my fingers out letting the mess I made leak out of me.

He groans at the sound of your orgasm, his own cum dripping from his cock and onto his thighs at the sight of you coming apart for him. "Fuck, baby. That was so fucking hot," he says as he was catching his breath. "I wish I could have been there to see you come undone like that," he adds, his tone filled with longing.

"You're such a dirty little slut, coming so hard for me," he says, his words making me whimper. "I want to hear you come for me again. And again. And again," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent.

"You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he says, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and squeeze my thighs together. "So you're not gonna come in here to fuck me? Look how much I came just from hearing your voice." I whine and then a smile spreading my lips at my last sentence, I was absolutely drenched.

"Mmm all yours Ghostie." I say and gently dip a finger back onto my folds to get a taste. I lift my finger to my mouth and suck on my own juices.

"As much as I would love to come in there and fuck you, pretty girl, I've got other things to take care of," he says, his tone filled with slight annoyance. "But don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to play together," he adds, his tone now sounding promising.

I pout and suck the remains of my arousal from my fingers. "a shame...."

He groans softly at the sight of you tasting your own juices. "Mmm, you're so dirty, baby. I love it," he purrs making my heart flutter.

"Are you still wet for me? Do you want to come again?" he asks, his tone becoming more demanding.

"I might just have to go back to my room and use a dildo- I wanna be filled..." I say and try to sit up without making more of a mess but it was inevitable considering I was still leaking. I stand up and pick up my panties and put them back on. Sure those will also get stained but it's fine....

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, I wish I could be there to fill you up, baby. I bet you would look so fucking pretty with my cock buried deep inside you," he says, his words making my heart race and my pussy even more needy, desperate. "But since I can't be there, you'll just have to use your imagination. Pretend it's me inside you," he says making me whine.

"Touch yourself for me again, baby. Give me a show..." he says as I felt my slickness leak to my panties. That was fast. "I want to hear you come for me again. Over and over again," he teases and I feel my eyes flutter.

"Can do ghostie." I say and quickly turn the tv off before heading to the stairs. I go up quickly and open my bedroom door.

I walk over to my chest of toys and pick my thickest dildo. A solid eight inches and a good two inches wide. It always felt so fulfilling.

I sit on my bed putting my phone down for a second and take my stained panties off and also take my shirt off, throwing them both on the floor. "Are you gonna watch hm? Thought you had stuff to attend to..." I tease as I kiss the tip of my dildo, leaving my phone near me as I move to lay down on my stomach.

"Oh, I'm definitely watching, baby. I wouldn't miss the sight of you fucking yourself with that dildo for anything," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I might have things to do, but you're too beautiful to ignore," he whispers and I feel myself melt. His voice was so pretty.

He moans softly at the sight of you kissing the tip of your dildo. Oh how badly he needed your mouth on his cock- licking up all his leftover cum and taking him deep in your throat. "Mmm, that's it, baby," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "I want to see you take that dildo deep inside you. Show me how much you can take. You'll need the practice pretty girl." He says and I widen my eyes.

How big was he? Oh god-

"Dirty perv. Do you have cameras in here?" I tease and giggle.

I feel myself getting more wet at the thought.. I mean he's definitely watching me somehow....

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You'll never know." he taunts letting out a chuckle, his words making me shiver with anticipation.

I lift my hips before moving my dildo down to slowly rub against my soaked folds. "fuck-"

I sit up again and position it only letting the tip inside. "Oh god- s-so thick-" I whine and lift myself up, not able to take it. Has it really been that long?

He grunts at the sight of you rubbing the dildo against your soaked folds. It was a sight he'd never grow tired of seeing. "Mmm, you look so fucking hot with that dildo in your hand," he says as I was barely able to hear him stroking himself again. "Take it slow, baby. I want to see you savor every inch of that dildo. Make it feel good inside you"

"Are you still tight for me, baby? I bet you are. You'll have to work that dildo in slowly. Make it stretch you open to prepare for mine." he teased and I feel like passing out.

I nod and slowly lower myself down on it. I was struggling but was slowly able to take it, it was still huge inside me, absolutely stretching me out. I felt my legs shake a bit and I was barely about to be halfway and I was already feeling full. "Don't fucking stop." he growls and I moan.

"Mm Ghostie I need your cock- I wanna ride you... wanna feel you fill my pussy..." I mumble and slowly go up and down.

"God, you're so fucking hot when you're so desperate and needy," he growls making me widen my eyes. "Keep going, baby. I want to hear you moan for me."

He lays his head back, his hands stroking his dick at the same pace as you were fucking yourself, admiring the way your body is shaking with pleasure. "That's it, baby. Ride that dildo like it's me. Imagine it's my cock inside you, stretching you open," he moans out then lets out a groan. "I want to see you come for me again, baby. Show me how much you need my cock." He snarls and I hear the wet noises again. Fuck.

I slam down on it and let out desperate little noises. "Shit-" I moan out and hold the bottom of it while I move my hips up and down on it.

"A- mmm- fuck-" I moan out, the little pain I felt before being gone and now being overwhelmed with pure pleasure.

He knew you'd look even prettier, even sexier on his lap riding his cock. Moaning for him, clenching on him, cumming while he's deep inside you. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking sexy riding that dildo," he says his stroking sounds getting louder. "You're so wet for me right now aren't you? I can practically hear you dripping," he adds, his words making me clench against the dildo. Oh fuck-

I let out a whimper and fuck myself faster on it. Lord it was so big- who knew I could take it- I just needed some motivation. The right motivation.

"Keep going, baby. I want to see you come again. I need to see you come," he says, his tone becoming demanding again. "You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he adds, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and nod. I felt so dumb, I couldn't think, all I could do was ride my dildo and moan hearing all his sweet dirty nothings. I let out moans as I ride it and go faster but can't form a singular sentence. I wonder if this was how it was gonna be when he fucked me, until I was completely dumb for him.

He stroked himself faster, the sight of you riding the dildo so desperately, helping his hunger for you. He can practically feel your wetness through the phone, and it's driving him wild with need. He needed you. Oh he wanted nothing more than to be deep inside you right now. His cock was twitching in his hands thinking about it. "That's it, baby. Ride it harder. Be a good girl for me." he says, his voice thick with lust.

"I bet you would look so fucking pretty with me inside you. I can't wait to see you come apart for me," he adds, his words making you shiver, wanting it so badly. "Keep going, baby. I want to see you come endless amount of times." he breathes out, the sounds of his hand on his cock making me go crazy.

I feel my orgasm approach in my stomach again but this time it was faster. I moved my body, fucked myself harder as I was getting closer and closer. "p-please- fuck- please let me cum-" I whimper and feel like my legs were made of jelly.

"C-can I know your real name- I- mm I wanna moan it when I cum." I ask as my eyes fluttered shut but I continued my pace, my pussy gripping it perfectly.

He grunts at the sound of your pleading, he felt himself getting close to cumming as well. God how much he wanted to cum deep inside you. "Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he moans out breathlessly. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder," he adds, his voice driving you closer to the edge.

At the sound of your question, Ghostface hesitates for a moment before finally giving in. He really did wanna hear you moan his name, especially while you cum plus he'd have to tell you it eventually for when he does get the chance to pound into you and he'd make sure all your neighbors knew who you belonged to.

"My name is Miguel," he answers softly. "Now cum for me, baby. Scream my name. I wanna see you make a pretty mess for me."

I whimper as I fuck myself on it, going faster while also trying to go all the way down. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. Show me how much you want - no show me how much you need me to fuck you," he corrects himself letting out a handful of moans, stroking himself even faster.

"F-Fuck- Miguel- mmm you'd be fucking me so good- fuck your cock would make me- shit!" I moan out and clench against the dildo my pace slowing down as I was right there.

He groans as he hears you moaning his name, his own orgasm building rapidly. He was gonna imagine he was cumming on your perfect tits or ass. Or deep inside you. He wanted to breed you so much. Pull out and watch it all leak out. He was so ready to plan his next move, the perfect meetup. The perfect reveal. Especially knowing how much of a fan you were, you'd appreciate it. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking hot when you're coming apart for me," he moans and I hear his cock. God I needed it. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together again, my love." He groans and I let go.

I let out screams of his name, sweat forming on my forehead, legs shaking so much, my cream slowly making its way down my dildo as I whimpered slowly riding my high again.

Miguel lets out moans and grunts at the sound of your screams, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His cum shooting up to his stomach and landing on his land and thighs. He moaned your name as he came undone, so happy he was finally able to do this with you. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking perfect." he says trying to catch his breath. "I wish I could be there to see you covered in sweat, writhing in pleasure," he adds and I feel my legs shake.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more gentle. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you," he says, his tone filled with praise. "You're such a good girl for me," he adds, his tone becoming more affectionate.

I feel myself blush as my breathing calmed down and I let out a drunken smile. "Just and only for you." I purr as I slowly lift myself off the dildo.

"That was.... Incredible." I say as the dildo slips out of my pussy with a 'pop'.

"Thank you Miguel." I whisper sweetly and sit up grabbing my dildo and putting it on my bedside table.

I grab my phone and place it down next to my pillow as I lay down on my bed and feel my breathing come back to normal.

"You were incredible, baby. I could watch you come for me all day," he murmurs softly, "Thank you for letting me watch," he whispers and I giggle.

I really nailed like four different fantasies and kinks into one singular night....

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more affectionate and caring. "You're such a good girl for me, baby. I can't wait to see you again."

I felt my cheeks grow warm and I tried to hide a smile creeping onto my face. He wanted to see me. God it’d be better face to face...

"Until then, keep thinking of me. Keep imagining me inside you. Let me live in your wet dreams." he adds, his words making me squeezing my thighs.

He hangs up the phone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and memory filled of my intense phone sex session with Ghostface.

Miguel lets out a sigh and wipes the sweat beads from his forehead as he looks down at the mess he made. So much cum. More than usual. Obviously since he finally decided to call you and knew you'd be his perfect final girl. You were such a good girl for him. Just as he had predicted. He looks up at his laptop in front of him, looking at the screen of you in your bed with a smile on your pretty flushed face.

He takes one final look at your pretty face and cute reaction before closing his laptop and pulls his pants up. He pulls his robe down and grabs his laptop before standing up and carefully opening the door. He takes a small peek outside to see the backyard of your house and slips out of the old shed quickly. It was completely vacant and he knew you were in bed, dad was on a business trip, and mom was still at work.

He slips through the side and got to the front of your house pulling his mask down as he looked up at your window already anticipating for when he'll slip through the window to fuck his girl senseless.

[dylanisdazed]

so yall know i got an online job. well its online but its also local and today i had to meet with the boss man. he's like 65.

i went in there late cuz i had the kids and stuff so i waited until parker was home to watch his brothers.

so i walk in his office and he closes the door.

he says you drink? you look like you like to party.

i kinda laugh. like idk what this old man means. im 23. yeah i do like to party.

so i say yeah, i like to drink.

he says what do you drink?

i say pretty much anything but i really like bourbon.

he has glee in his face. "BOURBON! my boy! that's a man drink. that's awesome, it'll put hair on your chest! I've got bourbons I'm sure you've never had."

so he tells me to sit down. he pours half a glass of bourbon in the office. i drink it with him. then he pours another. he asks about my major and my life and i tell him about adam...

he's been married to a woman for 40 years and they have 3 children.

He talks about being a teen in the late 70’s/early 80’s. Honestly the conversation wasn’t too bad but as he talks about all the exploring he did…with marijuana, other drugs…and sex…he shifted his eyes and was staring into my soul.

Then without asking he pours a third drink. And moves over closer to me. I should have just said I didn’t want anymore but there really is something to the whole power dynamic that I just drank it. I felt so uncomfortable. I’m alone with him in his office and he’s got the door closed (no one else was at the office it was 6 pm) and I’m drinking a third glass of bourbon with this guy.

He watches me sipping the bourbon and says “I have to say, you’re a beautiful boy” normally I would be flattered hearing that and I just can’t describe why but it’s like I instantly felt how millions of girls must feel everyday when an old man in power is trying to take advantage of me. But I’m also polite and southern and idk so I smiled and said thank you and to help my nerves finished the drink.

He goes “you must really be a good time Dylan, you can hold your alcohol. I’m gonna have to use this whole bottle on you”

And that’s when I really felt weird and scared. Not to mention I had accidentally left my cell phone in my Jeep.

I sorta laughed and said I’ve got to drive home and I have eaten much today. He goes “Come on we’re just getting started”

I say I really need to go, my kids are waiting on dinner and he replies “you’re just a boy yourself, it’s interesting hearing you say your kids. It makes you even sexier.”

I laugh and say thanks but I need to go. I started to stand up and he put his large hand on my thigh (he’s like 6’5) and sort of held me down.

He said “you’ve got to have at least one more drink with me, an ending drink.” I just felt kinda helpless and didn’t have my phone and I was getting pretty drunk at this point so I said okay. He said “good boy”

He pours a last and stronger drink. I sip it as he stares into my soul and talks about how his wife is in Arizona and he’s pretty lonely and reminiscing on his youth and fun sexual explorations. He put his hand back on my thigh and started rubbing up towards my cock. I feel kinda dumb because I just sat there. I was scared and shocked and drunk.

He told me I had a pretty mouth and began unzipping his pants.

Then. THANK GOD. His office phone rang. He looked defeated. He picks up and I hear his wife. “Why are you still at the office? Your phone pinged you at the office.”

“Yeah honey, I’m just finishing up reports, I’m in no hurry with you out of town.” Blah blah blah

I finish my drink. Stand up and head to the door. I wanted to get out of there while he was still on the phone because I could tell he wouldn’t stop me or say my name while his wife was on the phone. I just turn around and do a wave and pretty much bolt to my Jeep.

I start driving immediately, wanting to get away from him. Then I start bawling. Nothing even really happened and maybe I’m just over dramatic or more innocent than I thought but I felt dirty and scared 😭😭

I’m driving drunk and crying and I called my mom. She tells me to tell Adam and so I do but when I get home Adam is waiting for me and consoles me but…he’s the most calm, gentle hearted person I know and he’s like homicidal angry.

“GIVE ME HIS NAME. IM GONNA KILL THE MOTHER FUCKER”

I’m like no ur not gonna do anything like that…

He’s like I’m waiting outside that office and I’m gonna kill him.

😭 it was kind of scary but also very heartwarming and sorta hot seeing him that way 😂

Anyway……. I’m sorry for the long and poorly written story.

I’m okay and we’re taking care of the matter and Adam is also okay and didn’t kill anyone 😂💚

Thanks for the love and concern.

It’s been hard the last few days because I keep thinking about it and wondering what would have happened if his wife hadn’t called. I can’t help it, but my body starts to shake violently when I think of it. I’m shaking now writing all this. 😭😭

But just know overall I’m okay and things are being handled. 💚💚

I’m not gonna talk about this again, at least not for a long time because it scares me.

Please don’t ask me questions about it. 💚💚 I felt like I owed an explanation though and I appreciate all the concern and well wishes.

Now back to fun Dylie!!!

[voidsdamned]

Wicked Natures - The Ghoul/OC (female character)

Summary: Bounty hunters are frequent customers at Mulholland's Saloon, and Rue's taken quite a shine to one gunslinger in particular: a cantankerous, old Ghoul in a tattered duster. Witness her unabashedly lust after him in all his irradiated glory (as we are all currently doing), as well as navigate the precarious relationship she unfortunately has with local law enforcement.

Minors, do not interact.

Content Warnings: first chapter is honestly mild, but there are mentions of prostitution, drinking, lots of swearing, a bit of filthy talk, threats of violence, and an incredibly horny-on-main protagonist.

I've been sharing this from Ao3, but I wanted to try this format to see if more people vibed with it.

Enjoy.

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Chapter One: Wicked Natures

Nestled somewhere along the old California-Nevada state line –and just a tick away from Arizona– is the moderately successful settlement of Dust, so named because it’s plain dusty and dry and really not much happens. Which is some kind of miracle, not only because it’s along a trade route (and has a large, fresh, ground water source), but because usually something is always going on in the Wasteland (different factions blowing each other to shite) or some group of na’er-do-well’s are trying to stir up trouble (raiders, slavers, Fiends, supermutants, chicken fuckers, desperados, or anyone who’s just generally having a bad day).

That’s not to say Dust doesn’t have its problems. Rue’s chased off several perverts with bestial inclinations before –back when her Pa and she had a ranch with several dozen head of brahmin– and they’ve had their encounters with Wasteland scum. Fiends come drifting through now and again, making everyone uncomfortable and wary of their backsides. The occasional bad egg blows into town, pickpocketing and shit-stirring, but they don’t stay. Raiders used to be a much bigger problem before the current sheriff, Deck Craven, moved on into town with his large posse, big guns, and pockets full of caps. Which, now that Rue thinks on it, he might have just been an incredibly enterprising raider who knew how to market himself.

Point is, he took over Dust and rules with a firm fist. Things stay quiet, because he likes them quiet. And he ensures that quiet by hunting down troublemakers with his posse and offering bounties on jackasses a bit too troublesome for him to go after himself. Deck’s real generous with those bounties, too, and so Dust sees a lot of foot traffic from bounty hunters. And they can be a mixed bag. The lone, quiet drifters. The arrogant pricks always running their mouths. The depraved murderers who found a way to make caps off their wicked natures.

Rue doesn’t mind the bounty hunters; in fact, she has a favourite among them: a Ghoul, who seems to be a mix of the three personalities she’s observed. He travels alone. A gunfight broke out in the streets once, and Rue could hear him goading opponents with quips, sass, and smarm. He’s mean and venomous as a nightstalker –brutal as one, too. And Rue… Rue’s an idiot that became just a wee bit enamored with him after he blasted a hole through the guts of a guy who kept cupping her ass while she was just trying to do her goddamn job as a server at Mulholland’s Saloon.

He hadn’t done it for her. Nah, the handsy motherfucker was the Ghoul’s target, but still. It was the most romantic thing to have happened to Rue in all her life, and she realizes how sad that is.

She tried to thank him. He said he didn’t do shit for her. She realized that, but he’d inadvertently helped her out in the process. So, she was thankful. He’d snorted –the sound dismissive and uninterested– taken a knee, pulled out a wicked knife, and proceeded to free the head of the pervert’s bleeding body in record time.

“If you’re so thankful, you can clean up my mess.”

And he’d left her there, blood drenched and with a body at her feet (one she did clean up, along with all that crimson). She felt like she was on fire.

Since that day well over a year ago, she’s been working on the Ghoul. Bounties bring him to Dust often, and alcoholism brings him to Mulholland’s for at least one drink before he hits the road. Rue always makes sure she’s the one who tends to him (none of the other girls want to), not minding that for the longest he vastly ignored her presence or that he never said, “Thank you.” Or that when he did acknowledge her, it was usually with a snide, “They still lettin’ you work here?”

With people like the Ghoul, relationships are built in agonizingly slow increments (and usually by wearing them down until they just get tired –which Rue is really good at). Rue doesn’t mind putting in the time. She thinks the Ghoul is fun and doesn’t have much else to do.

Her efforts have slowly begun to bear fruit. Lately when the Ghoul comes to visit, his comments aren’t quite as snide, and maybe when he snorts at her or what she’s saying it’s because he finds her somewhat amusing. When his mood is right, she can even get him talking about what he’s been up to –where he’s been. Those occasions thrill her to no end. He’s been all around, seen nasty and crazy shit. Rue’s not from Dust, but she’s never really left Dust, and she just eats his tales up.

Honestly, she wants to eat him up (not in the Fiend way), not really feeling alive until he’s moseying into Mulholland’s. She watches out the saloon’s busted and cracked windows every day for him to come breezing in.

“Head out your ass, Rue. Business is pickin’ up.”

Rue, leaned heavy into the bar with her chin propped on her fist, jumps back into the present. Grey eyes tick away from the nearest window –all that hazy orange-grey and nothingness outside– and to the barkeep, Hal, who watches her tiredly. He jerks his thumb towards a table of four that had just sat themselves down in her section. She recognizes all four: the squared-away, smiling face of Bo Fortenberry; the short, wiry frame of Len Thomas; the sharp, grimy edges of Gen Guthrie; and the complete, total roundness of Fat Patrick. The four look like they’ve come straight from the ranch they all work at, coated head-to-toe in a fine dusting of orange-grey with faces sun-reddened (and what is likely brahmin shit caked on their worn, working boots that she’ll have to clean up later).

Rue sighs, more at the state of them than their presence. The four of them are fine enough fellows, but she’s told them time and time again they ought to clean up a bit –at least kick the shit off their boots– before they step in anybody’s business. She shakes her head, smiling tiredly. She could remind them, but honestly, men never really listen.

“Two pitchers for me, Hal,” she bids of the barkeep, reaching below the splintering bar for four mugs. She takes them in one hand, and when Hal sets pitchers before her, she manages to take them in the other.

She pops over to their table, greeting them with a large smile and asking them how work had been today.

Bo Fortenberry makes a fart sound with his mouth as she sets a mug down before each of them. “Same as every other day. Too damn hot. Too damn dusty. Just enough caps to make it bearable.”

The three others agree with varied grunts and noises. Len Thomas asks, “Slow day, Rue?”

She nods as she places the pitchers. Bo goes after them immediately, pouring everyone a too-full glass. “First new table I’ve had in an hour, but it’ll get better now that everyone’s gettin’ off work.”

“They got that new girl comin’ in tonight?” Gen Guthrie queries.

“Tam? Yeah, but you’ll have to get in line, pal. She’s got a waitin’ list long as my arm.”

Gen clicks his tongue and shakes his head. His mug goes to his mouth for him to take a long, long draw.

“Y’know Adel will bump ya to the top of the list if ya grease her palms a bit.”

“Tired of greasin’ Adel’s palms,” he grumbles.

“Don’t know what else to tell ya. The only language she speaks is caps and whiskey.”

Agreements all around –along with a fair bit of eye rolling and a snort or two. Fat Patrick polishes off his mug. Bo pours him another; Fat Patrick just dumps it down his throat. “You ever think about makin’ the switch?” the round man asks, and Rue’s expert at keeping the grimace off her face. “You’d probably make a helluva lot more money bein’ a prostitute.”

Rue just keeps smiling that unreadable, unthinking smile that keeps her safe. “Y’know Deck wants you callin’ ‘em courtesans,” she gently chides. “And I dunno. I like doin’ just this. I make what I need, and I don’t gotta worry about if the person I’m fuckin’ washed their dick. We keep havin’ to put Lara on medicine ‘cause one of her regulars won’t wash his dick. Just don’t sound fun.”

Bo laughs as he sloppily pours another round for him and his friends, emptying one pitcher. Rue makes a sly gesture behind her back towards the bar for Hal to get two more pitchers ready. “Yeah, guess you’re right. The guy who stuck his prick in that dead gulper comes in here a lot, and I’ve heard him pesterin’ Adel ‘bout ya before.”

Rue makes an exaggerated gagging noise, even though it is disgusting enough to warrant the sounds she makes. Len can’t handle things like that and tells her to knock it off.

“He ever tell anyone why he did that shit?” Len asks around the rim of his mug.

“He said he thought the texture’d be fun,” Fat Patrick supplies, draining his freshly-poured mug in seconds and banging it on the table twice to be refilled. Bo obliges. “He never said what it felt like, though.”

“Naw, he told me it was like bubblegum,” Gen cuts in.

“Where would he have gotten enough gum to figure that out wi- wait, think he’s the reason why Shade and Sundries hasn’t had gum in months?” Rue poses. “Think he keeps like a wad of it all ready for him by his bed?”

Gen and Fat Patrick chuckle like teenage boys. Len looks disgusted. Bo nods thoughtfully. “Bet he does. Bet it’s all crusty and weird.”

Rue grins wider. “Bet it’s all oozy.”

“Shut the fuck up, Bo,” Len groans, genuinely looking green. “And don’t goad him, Rue.”

She only grins wider and winks. “I’ll getcha guys more beer.”

The whole table likes the sound of that, insisting she keep it coming for a bit.

Rue keeps the beer coming, fast becoming a whirlwind of excellent customer service as more and more people trickle into Mulholland’s. More ranch hands. Drifters. Caravaners. Bounty hunters. They fill up all the tables, and everyone wants something different. Everyone needs her attention –even tables that aren’t her own. They need more. They want to chat. They want her. And when someone makes that known, she always points them to the second floor where foot traffic is heavy and the sounds of headboards banging against the walls, hoots, hollers, moans, and rutting are just barely muffled by the jaunty music pouring from the old juke box.

It’s a mess, but it is one Rue knows well. She can navigate it. She can profit off it. Her pockets fast fill with caps, and as the night wears on, the saloon starts emptying out. Things get a bit quieter. She’s able to slow down, and though a break is nice, she likes to be busy. To run around like crazy. She keeps herself preoccupied by gathering up all the dirty mugs, tumblers, and shot glasses she can to take for washing and cleaning messes that aren’t hers to clean.

It is as Rue fills her serving tray with dirty mugs that she spies the saloon’s double doors swing open, parting for a man with a presence like a rare thunderstorm: dark, looming, and electric. She watches him cross the floor, tattered duster flapping at his heels as he swaggers up to his table –a dim, corner table not too far from the exit where one can watch the whole of the first floor. Doesn’t matter there’s a small group already sitting at it. He’s got a sawed-off shotgun in hand, and all he has to do is motion with it to get the party to move on. Of course, the men give him dirty, hostile looks, but his stare is meaner. His gun isn’t for show. He will drop a guy for something as petty as them being in his favourite chair.

The group relocates themselves, and the Ghoul makes himself comfy. He sits all spread out in his chair, posture open, lazy, and uncaring. The brim of his hat is dipped low, making the shadows of him deeper. And though Rue can’t see his eyes, she can feel them. She winks in his direction, scoops up her tray, and heads directly to the bar, setting down her load and asking Hal for a whiskey neat.

He gets it to her, and she makes her way to the Ghoul with perhaps the brightest smile she’s worn all day.

“Hey stranger,” she greets him, setting his drink before him. “Good to see ya.”

The Ghoul doesn’t greet her, doesn’t lift his head to meet her eyes. He only takes the whiskey, swirls it ‘round, and says, “Did I say I wanted whiskey?”

He’s got a mean drawl, one the other servers balk at. Hell, they balk at him in general. Rue’s the only one in the establishment not afraid to serve him, and they think she’s dumber than rocks for it.

Rue, unfazed, doesn’t miss a beat. In fact, she smiles wider, “You always want whiskey, and then bourbon. Ya end up askin’ for somethin’ with… olives? And then I tell ya I still don’t know what the fuck olives are. And, sweetie, I still don’t know what the fuck olives are.”

That gets a short, quiet laugh out of the Ghoul, and he drinks the whiskey down like water.

“Comin’ in from a successful hunt?” she ventures, attempting a conversation and hoping he’s in the mood for one.

The Ghoul dips his head. “Ugly fella outta New Reno.” He turns his empty glass in his hands and finally looks up at her, lets her see that radiation-warped face and hard, deep set, whiskey eyes. His gaze is expectant, she ought to know exactly what he wants. Rue does; she signals to the bar for another. “Good girl.”

She warms and successfully manages not to giggle. “Ever been to New Reno?”

He only offers a, “Passed through.”

Rue knows to drop it with an answer like that. He’s not interested in talking about it. “Already pop in to see Deck?”

The Ghoul nods.

“Ever figure what he does with all the heads you bring him?”

“Jars ‘em,” is the Ghoul’s simple answer. “Got himself a whole closet full of floatin’ heads and a chair sittin’ in the middle.”

“Ooh.” Rue smiles for a different reason now, wanting to do a little victory dance. She settles for a slight swaying from side-to-side as she taps her fingers delightedly together. “Always knew Deck was a weirdo.” She reaches into her skirt pocket, pulling out a full, fresh Vial. The Ghoul’s eyes are on it, firmly fastened, as she sets it on the table. “Appreciate the tidbit.”

The Ghoul pockets the Vial, shaking his head. “Always thinkin’ I’m doin’ somethin’ for you…. Only reason I know is ‘cause he wanted to be a show-off today.” He taps a finger on the table, impatient, before pointing to the bar. “Hop to it, sweetheart.”

She smiles sweetly at him. “Of course.”

And that is how the remainder of the night goes: Rue cleaning up and popping in on the Ghoul, bringing him drinks until Hal calls in his tab and shuts the bar down for the night. Though closed, the first floor doesn’t empty out completely. People still come and go from the second floor, and a few are passed out on the floor after imbibing a bit too much. The Ghoul remains in his seat, soaking in the dim-orange light of the saloon. He’ll head out when he’s good and ready –or when he’s tired of her pestering him, which Rue fully intends on doing.

She’s only half-serious when she sidles up alongside his table, leans into it, and asks, “Think I can be a bounty hunter with you?”

He spits on the ground just shy of her feet. “Nah.”

“Why?”

The Ghoul watches her for a long moment, as if he can’t tell if she’s being serious or not. “I work alone. You ain’t built for it.”

Rue waves that away. “Sure I am. I’ve killed like… three people, and I promise my shootin’s good. Pa was an ex-ranger. He taught me.”

The Ghoul doesn’t have any eyebrows, but the spot where his left one would be raises. “NCR?”

She nods.

“Huh.” He tips back in his seat, eyes staying on her as he gives her an appraising up-down that has her brain spinning until he shakes his head. “But that’s not enough. Dust is pretty cozy livin’ all things considered. You wouldn’t last out in the Wastes. And, full offense here, you don’t always seem like y’know what’s going on. I question how strong your grip on reality is whenever ya come up to talk to me.”

Rue’s unfazed. She’s been called an airhead in far meaner ways. “Believe it or not, you’re not the first person to say somethin’ like that to me. BUT, it’s not eve-.”

“Oh, no, pumpkin, I fully believe that.”

Rue only smiles. “I’m not half as dumb as people say I am, y’know.”

He snorts. “Don’t know that, and doubt it.”

She insists, “I’m tough.”

“Again, doubt it. …Whatcha wanna leave Dust for anyway? Seem to have it pretty good here.”

Rue almost frowns, almost scoffs. But she keeps herself in check, knowing that from the outside her lifestyle does probably look pretty damn lush. She’s got a roof over her head and a decent means of living, but the way things actually are, are seldom what they look like. Her last scraps of freedom are hanging by a wispy, frayed thread.

“I hate it here,” her voice is pitched low even though no one’s really around, and those that are, are either too twisted or conked out on the floor. “I always feel like I’m waitin’ on the other shoe to drop. I’m the only one not servin’ drinks and pussy, and I know that won’t last forever. And Deck won’t let me go anywhere else –everything has to be his way or he starts goin’ batshit. And runnin’…. I won’t get far. I don’t know what to do, other than scrape together whatever dirt I can. But I don't even know if that'll help me.”

“That sounds like your problem, darlin’.”

No pity. No nothing. Just a cold fact from the Ghoul.

A switch flips in Rue. She remembers what she’s supposed to be, and she remembers who he is. And she hadn’t meant for things to get so serious. She smiles brightly, easily agreeing. “It is.”

The Ghoul watches her for a moment, thoughtfulness crawling across his burn-scarred face. “That why you wanted to know ‘bout the heads?”

Rue inclines her head shortly.

“If I’d known that, I’d have asked for more Vials.”

She sifts through the caps in her skirt pockets, pulling out a few more. She offers them to him in her cupped hands. “Here. I keep ‘em just for you.”

The gunslinger’s chair comes back to ground with a bang, so loud in a saloon gone quiet. But no one rouses. No one peeks their head in. He plucks them from her hands one-by-one.

“So, that’s what your fascination with me’s about, hm? Think I’m your best bet?” he queries, clicking his tongue in disapproval as the Vials drop into his duster pocket. He smiles up at her, but if there’s amusement to it, it is of the dark sort. Mocking. “Hopin’ you can butter me up, and I’ll take pity on ya? Take you away?”

Rue shakes her head, a few loose curls tickling at her face and neck. “Not at all.”

He waits expectantly, grinning still, as if he’s excited to hear what bullshit might come out of her mouth.

She’s honest with him. “I think you’re pretty and wanna ride your face.”

Silence. The smile is gone, so is the amusement. Everything’s gone dark about him, and when he stands, he absolutely towers above her. He glowers, clearly trying to menace her, and the sawed-off shotgun he never truly puts away taps at her side.

And if the part of her brain that felt fear wasn’t the part that’s actually burnt-out, it might have her quaking in her boots.

“You’re a liar,” his voice is venomous. “And ya got a sick sense of humour. It’s that exact shit that makes people say you’re fucked in the head.”

Rue, staring up at him, shrugs helplessly and continues to smile. “Don’t really see why I’d lie ‘bout somethin’ like that. Not much point to it.”

The gun presses to her stomach, to the spot where he’d shot the guy accosting her so many months ago. She tells him, “You’d be doin’ me a favour.”

The gun drops; he takes a step back, the brim of his hat shading his face. “I ain’t in the business of doin’ anyone any favours.”

“I know. Not much money to be made in kindness.” She takes a small step towards him, angling her neck so she can peer up at him again. “Got a place to stay for the night, stranger?”

The Ghoul looks at her as if she’s stupid, but she sees his trigger finger twitch. His eyes narrow, looking her over, and she knows he’s considering her. And that’s all she wants. Just a little consideration. To know a bit of her is now wedged in his head.

Rue winks at him before turning on her heel and heading towards the bar where she grabs her bag from beneath it. When she turns, the Ghoul isn’t there, and the double doors are still swinging. She laughs to herself and shakes her head, making towards the doors herself to leave Mulholland’s behind for the night.

It’s cool outside. Breezy, dusty, and dark. Dust’s streets are near-empty, hosting only a few swaying figures headed home and stray dogs picking about. Rue reaches into her bag for a small knife, but leaves it when she notices another stray at the far end of the porch. She can’t see anything about his face, but she sees the two fingers that curl at her, beckoning for her to come.

A thrill goes through Rue. Delight and heat and a surge of satisfaction. She smiles genuinely at the Ghoul as she steps up beside him, joking, “So sweet of you to walk me home.”

She can see a bit of his face now, and he doesn’t appear the least bit amused as he rolls his eyes.

“Better not live far.”

“Ever been to the east side of town where that little house sits beneath the two oaks?”

He gives an aggravated, “That’s a mile out.”

“Yeah,” and Rue starts off into the night, not bothering to turn to see if he follows. “But I’m worth at least a mile.”

[sourholland]

based off the taylor swift song style

a/n → hopefully all of you who saw the teaser enjoyed! to any of you who did not, i’m sincerely sorry for the few weeks i was not active on tumblr. i needed some time to myself and my own mental health. i hope you can understand. ALSO—again, a lot of you who requested to be on the taglist did not have it turned on to where i could tag you. feedback is heavily appreciated, especially if you are on my taglist for this fic (it’s long)!!!

summary → he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.

warnings → strong language, mention of surgery

word count → 3.2k

remember to reblog and leave a comment if you enjoy!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 3

The cheer squad stood in front of the large tunnel the players would emerge from for their first preseason game against the Arizona Cardinals. Having already come out from the tunnel yourselves, you awaited the players now. In two lines that were parallel to the other, each of you was dressed in black spandex and an orange and black bra-top. Pom poms in hand, you tried not to think about that fact that Joe was about to come out that tunnel.

It had been about a week since you’d gone out to the bar together. A part of you felt silly for your reaction, like you’d overreacted a bit. Mostly because you and Joe were in no way exclusive, as well as the fact that you’d been the one to take the chance glancing at his phone. However, you knew why you’d left the way you did—you truly did like him. It was hard to be mad at yourself when you’d only thought he might’ve felt the same way.

He reached out the morning after, only to apologize and say that he understands if you don’t want to continue whatever it was you’d started. With you not responding, he seemed to have taken the hint. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him, but more so your pride leaving you to let the text remain on delivered.

“Alright, ladies!” Lily shouted cheerily. “I want to see your biggest smiles, I want to hear your loudest cheers! This may just be preseason, but it’s our first game time appearance of the season.”

Given it was just the preseason, the stadium wasn’t necessarily at max capacity. However, there were still many supporters across the board in orange and black. The voice of the announcer boomed, a large screen showing off this season’s introduction for the Bengals home games.

Through the tunnel came the first half of the team, they wore their white on white uniform this time with the orange helmet. The team was going wild, all of the girls screaming and cheering loudly.

“And here are our offensive starters!” His voice sounded as all of the players had come through the lane you and the other cheerleaders had created for them.

They began to rattle off some of the individual men’s names: Chris Evans, Jacques Patrick, Cordell Volson. It was only when they continued to progress down the list with more and more guys running out that you realized something. You hadn’t seen Joe since that night, which you had regarded as lucky. However, it was incredibly unlikely that in all of the time the team would’ve been preparing for the first preseason game, he’d have been nowhere to be seen the entire time.

Your suspicions were made a reality when they brought out Brandon Allen as the starting quarterback of the game. Not even just this, but Joe was nowhere to be seen. Some of the guys who would start during the regular season were merely with the rest of the team, it wasn’t unusual that they didn’t start during preseason. Joe was completely MIA, though.

Sometime after you finished on the field and stood for the National Anthem, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about the fact that Joe wasn’t at the game. By the time the rest of the squad had taken their sideline spot to start your dance routine, you had to will yourself to focus.

Between dances, you glanced back at the players bench in hopes of realizing you’d simply missed something. It remained the same, though.

“Hey, Lola,” you tried to sound nonchalant during halftime. “Don’t you think it’s weird Joe Burrow is like nowhere to be found.”

“I guess I hadn’t really noticed,” she took a long sip from her Stanley water bottle. “But I mean not really, I heard he went into emergency surgery like a week ago or something.”

“For what,” you nearly gasped. “I mean, that’s awful, do you know what for?”

Lola looked a bit surprised at your sudden care and consideration for the guy. She brushed it off nonetheless. He was attractive as hell and any girl would’ve had a little bit of a crush on him.

“I think his appendix burst,” she told you.

It was no surprise to you that you hadn’t heard, you didn’t watch much ESPN or follow any sports updates on social media. Maybe if you hadn’t decided to completely ghost Joe, you’d have known he’s been in the hospital.

The remainder of the game was pretty much a shit show, the Bengals lost, and even though it was only preseason, it still wasn’t a great way to start off. Guilt overwhelmed you, making it hard to focus on the routines you played key parts in. It was almost like you weren’t in your right headspace at all. All over a fucking boy. Suddenly, you were sixteen and caught up on a guy again. At least that’s how it felt.

As soon as you got into the locker room, your coaches began to ream every girl. Nobody was completely invested. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t a proper game, or maybe it was just the blistering heat that had you all making simple mistakes.

By the time you’d gotten to rubbing off the heavy makeup and tying your hair back, the locker room had almost cleared out. You slipped out of your uniform, getting under the hot water of the shower and trying to expel any of the last few hours from your mind.

A pair of athletic shorts and tank top later and you were heading back out to your car with your cheer bag in hand. Only then did you decide to bite the bullet and swallow your pride.

The phone rang once before he picked up.

“Y/N?” Joe’s voice came through the speaker that had now connected to CarPlay.

“Hey, Joe,” you said meekly. “Are you okay? I only heard about your surgery today and I was just wanting to call and see if you were okay—or I mean, if you need anything.”

He breathed out a laugh, you could practically hear his shit-eating grin through the phone. Your face was hot with embarrassment, heart beating a mile a minute as you sat in the driver seat of your car.

“Seems like it’s you missing me now,” he teased you.

“Hardly,” you couldn’t help smiling. “But seriously, Joe. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, yeah. Recovering from surgery at home this past week. Next week I’m cleared to start throwing around the football again, I’m just hoping to be all set to play for the start of the season next month.”

There was a silence, both of you just sort of waiting for the other to say something. He so desperately wanted to believe that this was you expressing that you weren’t totally washing your hands of him. You just wanted to know that he still wished to hear from you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he finally said. “For the way stuff went down last week.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Joe. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I guess I was just kind of upset over—”

“No, this is on me. I know you probably don’t believe it, but I’m really not the type of guy to get around like that. She was honestly just someone who I’d been on a few dates with, it was absolutely nothing serious. Every now and again she hits me up wanting to fuck, I haven’t even seen her since like March.”

He was right. You really didn’t believe that, but there was also a part of you that wanted to protect your peace. He was making an effort at least. Or maybe you were just naive to the reality of the situation. Whichever it was, you found yourself cursing Joe Burrow and his fucking charm.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, Joe. I get it.”

“Well, I mean now that all that’s sorted, I am kind of feeling a little weak. Maybe you could come over and give me a sponge—”

“Joe!” You laughed.

He was also laughing, cheeks beginning to ache from smiling the entire phone call. You were beyond flustered, rolling your eyes at his boyish comment about you bathing him. He was definitely flushed, wanting to continue to make you laugh.

“Do you want to come over?” He asked, laughter dying down.

There was an internal debate going on in your mind, to say yes would just put you back at square one. To say no, well then you’d just be pissed off at yourself for not taking him up on his offer.

“Sure,” you agreed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll come over.”

He excitedly told you that he’d text you his address, to which you responded wearily about how you look like you’d just fought in a war. He only said that he didn’t mind, you did mind, though. At least you’d been able to thoroughly shower and wash all of the foundation and body glitter away with the loss of the game.

The drive from the stadium to Columbia-Tusculum, Joe’s street, wasn’t bad. Pulling into his driveway, you were almost surprised that he didn’t sport some huge home with at least ten empty rooms with nobody to fill them. Instead, you found yourself staring up at his nice, townhouse looking space. Parking outside of one of the two garages, you could see his Porsche through the tinted glass of the garage door.

Suddenly, you felt a bit self conscious of the simple shorts and align tank top you were wearing. It was late and dark, there were a set of steps up to Joe’s porch that you started up. He must’ve heard your car pull in because as soon as you approached the front door, it swung open to reveal Joe dressed in black sweatpants and a grey Bengals hoodie.

“You found the place alright?” He asked, red cheeks illuminated from the light inside of the house.

“GPS found the house just fine,” you laughed, letting him pull you into the entry way.

There was a mud room to the right of you, filled with all of his sneakers and cleats in concise rows. He had some jackets hung up on the hooks and a few pictures on the walls of himself and his family.

“This is you?” You asked, staring at the picture of a small boy in his flag football uniform.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

Slipping off your sneakers, you felt a draft in the house that sent goosebumps up your arms. You had a sweatshirt in the car, but since you’d just gotten inside, you didn’t want to already start coming in and out.

“You look oddly energetic for someone who just had surgery,” you noticed.

“I feel a lot better, I’ve lost a good amount of weight since the surgery, though. Plus when they cut into me, I was bound to lose some core muscle, it’ll all have to be built back up.”

He lifted up his sweatshirt, your eyes immediately going to the waistband of his briefs that sat snug on his hips. He pulled both his briefs and sweats down slightly, leaving you with the sight of his toned stomach and V-line. On his right side, close to his hip was a stitched incision.

“It’s healing, at least,” you said, pulling your gaze from his middle and finding his eyes once more. “That counts for something.”

Joe took you around the downstairs of his house, showing you around a bit and commenting on things like pictures to a few of the plaques he’d earned that now adorned his walls. He rambled on and on about growing up playing football, asking you if you’d had a similar experience in your sport.

He kind of reminded you of those guys who always end up scrolling through their entire camera roll and showing you pictures from each part of their life. It was cute, though. He seemed thoughtful and interested in what you responded and how you resonated with his passions.

“We could watch a movie,” he suggested as you came into the living room.

“Sounds good to me,” you chuckled, taking a spot on the end of the coach.

Joe sat down in the center, not wanting to press you in the slightest. He had a neatly folded stack of blankets on the loveseat, but you felt awkward asking him for one. The shorts and align tank was simply not doing it, though. As Roku City lit up the screen, you pulled your knees to your chest and tucked your arms in. Joe looked over and rolled his eyes teasingly, assuming you were just too prideful to say you’re cold.

Without saying a word, Joe removed his hoodie and threw it at you. He was left in a simple black T-shirt, snickering and picking the remote back up. He watched as you tried to protest, but pulled the large hoodie over top of your head nonetheless. His being 6’4 allowed for it to hang a lot lower on you than usual, bunching at the wrists and acting as mittens.

“Rocky?” He asked, how predictable of him.

“A classic,” you grinned. “Could never say no to Rocky.”

Joe felt himself growing hard underneath his sweatpants at the sight of you in his sweatshirt, curled up on his couch. He couldn’t help but watch as you tied your hair up, leaning back watching the screen. His eyes fell to your bare legs, thinking about how he’d fucked you in the back of his car.

“What?” You laughed softly, catching him staring at you.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, looking back to the screen. “Do you want a blanket?”

Finally, you thought. As you shifted over a bit to grab the blanket he’d gotten, you felt yourself nearing his side and wondered if he minded if you sat beside him. He was warm, his eyes trained on the TV as he handed it to you.

When you didn’t move back to your original spot, Joe internally thanked God. He watched as you unfolded the fluffy white throw, staring at it in contemplation and offering a part of it to him to share. He nodded in response, face flushed as you moved into his side. You both were right beside each other now, sharing the same blanket.

“I’m glad you called me,” Joe whispered to you, as if it was a secret.

“Me too,” you yawned. “I just had to see if you were okay, I mean when I didn’t see you at the game I got worried.”

Joe draped an arm over your shoulder, making you lean into him a little farther. It wasn’t long before he heard your steady, even breaths. He saw your eyes had fluttered shut, legs curled up next to his. He clicked the power button on the remote and decided to shift the both of you to be fully laying on the couch rather than off of it.

Grabbing a throw pillow, Joe stuck it behind his head and felt you settle in beside him. Both of you were sprawled out down the couch, your legs askew and wrapped up in his. He closed his eyes as you nestled in further and couldn’t help letting himself rest.

-

When you woke up, Joe was gone and you were drooling all over his couch cushion. He’d covered you in another blanket before he left you, making it hard for you to even will yourself up.

You truly hadn’t meant to stay the night, you planned to come over and see him and leave to go home. You’d woken up earlier than usual for game day and you were exhausted by the time you’d gotten to his house, it was no surprise that you fell asleep soon after.

“Fuck,” you yawned, grabbing your phone off the side table.

Sydney: BITCH

Sydney: Why the fuck does Life360 say you’re in Columbia-Tusculum???!!!!

Sydney: DICK APPOINTMENT!?!?

Choosing to ignore that, you answered a text from your mom and stretched for a second before standing up and deciding you should try and find Joe. It didn’t take much, following the loud booming speaker to his workout room.

He wore basketball shorts and a muscle shirt, only doing very simple stretches that would not strain his body or agitate his healing process. He’d done some walking on the treadmill, staying hydrated and active even from home.

“Hey,” you came into the doorway. “I’m really sorry I fell asleep last night, I didn’t mean—”

“Y/N,” he laughed. “I enjoyed last night too much to let you apologize for it. So stop, I’m not sorry and neither should you be. Did you know you drool? When you sleep, I mean.”

So fucking embarrassing, you thought.

Joe offered to make you breakfast, to which you politely declined. He showed you to the bathroom, where he gave you a spare toothbrush. He was more than inviting, but a part of you still felt like you’d overstayed. He sat on top of the island in the kitchen, looking at you as you leaned against a countertop.

“You don’t have to go, you know?” He told you with a grin. “I’m not even allowed to go sit in on practices until tomorrow.”

“I do,” you gave him a look.

Joe sighed defeatedly like a child, pushing himself off the island and wincing a bit. There was no point in arguing with you. He only enjoyed your company, though. For some reason he liked the way you described things, the way you always listened when someone else was telling you about something. He realized that it didn’t matter if you had no clue in the world about the subject matter, talking to you was like discussing it with your best friend.

“Can I at least walk you out to your car?” He asked you, cocking his head to the side and using the pad of his thumb to brush an eyelash off your cheek.

“Yes,” you answered.

He led the way out, letting you slip your shoes on in the mud room once again. He only put on a pair of slides, unlocking and opening the front door to let you both out onto the front porch. Joe motioned your forward, shutting it behind him and laying a hand on the small of your back without even thinking.

As you unlocked your car, you felt him trail close behind and you both stopped at the driver side door. The proximity between the two of you had closed a considerable amount, he was standing in front of you and casting a look downwards to meet your gaze.

“Thank you for letting me stay over, Joe.”

He leaned in and pressed a chaste, but sweet kiss to your lips. His own cheeks had been shaded a nice pink color as he smiled into the brush of your lips. He held your car door open for you and watched as you got inside.

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N,” he tells you with that famous smile, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“Bye, Joe.”

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[morn1e]

ermmm posting dudemarnie hcs again bcuz when i did a few nights ago i chickened out&deleted the post. anyways here it is bcuz what other purpose does it have other than sitting in my notes. i hope u all hate these guys as much as i do

- ermmm i have mentioned this b4 but they met at a bar when dude socked marnie in the face on accident&bcame interested in her in how unbothered she was from the blow which is not a reaction he usually gets from ppl&bcuz she was blonde as he has a thing for blondes.😁

- marnie unintentionally played very hard to get which is what drove dude mad&made him want her even more until he finally got her. i say unintentionally bcuz at first it was not marnies intention to be a tease, it just happened bcuz she is a bitch&sarcastic all time but then seeing how he reacts she kept going as a way to mess with him up until she started like liking him

- dude is the 1st who caught feelings for her bcuz of his horrible marriage&marnie was the 1st person after a long time who was great company where he genuinely wanted to stay around for as long as possible&some1 who was more than just a hookup/person to leech from. marnie felt suit not long after. while there were hints from both to one another that they want to be more than friends; they never really established the start of their romantic relationship w smth like “will you be my gf/bf” by word bcuz it is not smth dude or marnie would do; they had feelings that they did not admit to each other loudly but were evident to each outher&then moved in 2gether&just kind of both knew that this is it&they r dating

- marnie is a nickname that solely dude uses for maureen. it 1st was a way to get into her skin bcuz she did Not liked being referred to it but in the end it bcame their thing. sorta like an endearing manner. it does not even feel right when any1 else other than dude calls her marnie. marnie primarily calls him dude bcuz it is what he prefers. calls him by his name(tanner or parkley, both my hcs for his real name. do not execute me) to take the piss out of him or when being serious

- to dude, marnie was supposed to be nothing more than some1 he can sleep with whenever he is horny& can stay at&hang out with as a getaway for when the bitch is nagging him too hard where he needs a break&a person he can leech off booze&weed whenever he wants. marnie kept dude around bcuz of how chaotic he was, he brought a great deal of thrill into her boring life which consisted of nothing more than work&rotting at home on days off. idfk what happened between these to but yeah

- marnie is the 1 who took champ in after dude shot himself&was @ the hospital+the bitch left& after he got out looked after his bandages&stitches&made him stuff that he likes when got home&gave him meds when the aches were too much after the motherfucker shot himself bcuz marnie genuinely cares abt him. this is what prob solidified their whole relationship or smth

- i know i portray them as lovey dovey sometimes but reality is they r not that affectionate tbh. they r loners at heart&prefer to have their own space. they basically never cuddle in bed bcuz not only it is hot as balls in arizona but also bcuz they just like space. they do not kiss that often bcuz they like their space. there r times where they sleep separate or go on a full week if not more with barely talking to each other&it is not bcuz they are avoiding each other out of malice; they just like to have their own space&sometimes need a break from each other

- both genuinely hate pda. while dude does partake in it in some degree but it is only to mess with, tease, etc marnie because he knows she does not like it&she never reciprocates back. but when it comes to being genuine like holding hands or making out in a line at a grocery store like w some straight couples neither of them do that shit. nasty ass shit it is nobodys business in them being 2gether. that shit is not normal. they like to have space and do those things at home

- dude is the 1 who uses petnames as he is more playful out of the 2 w shit like babe and dear, the universal 1s but 1 unique petname for marnie that he has is doll .idk why but he just calls her doll as endearment sometimes. marnie does not really have any petnames for dude bcuz there r no nicknames for a motherfucker like him :/

- again dude is the one who is more witty and playful both in public&at home because he is the more outgoing out of the 2. marnie can sometimes be playful in return or even be the 1 who starts it 1st but only in private because that is where she feels most comfortable doing so

- giving both r pieces of shit their arguments r not as explosive actually. i always believed that in order to have dude blow up during an argument u would have to be feeding into the fire which is fighting back&pushing him over the edge; marnie does not do that. they do argue but marnie shuts the argument down&does not initiate any further b4 it reaches a breaking point bcuz not only she does not have the time to prove herself to dude, but also bcuz she does not need to. she knows her truth&there is no point in trying to prove what is right to a stubborn motherfucker. she does not care what he thinks it wrong or right, she knows her truth(whatever it is). this gives time dude to cool down bcuz there is nobody who is keeping the fire aflame to a point where he genuinely loses his shit. this is not to say that they have had not had violent arguments; they have. but they r rare bcuz of prev mentioned stuff

- they do not share clothes bcuz that is nasty. do u really think marnie would want to wear dudes gross ass unwashed shirts?

- dude has been sleeping butt ass naked at marnies even b4 they were an item&just friends. this is how he asserted his dominance (no he did fucking not)

- marnie is the breadwinner bcuz she is the 1 w a serious job that pays super well so dude in return is literally the housewife(what the hell am i supposed to call him). not ideal at all but he does get the job done enough it is satisfactory for both which is does not take much because both are messy low value pieces of shit so the bar is low. it is not everyday u bag a chick that has a hefty salary. sacrifices have to be made.

- dude uses marnies self care products in the shower in the most incorrect way possible whenever she gets smth nicer than what she usually uses. she could buy a scrub or smth&the next day it is basically empty bcuz dude idfk puts it on his balls or whatever

- 1 thing that makes dude genuinely angry is watch marnie roll blunts bcuz she rolls the worst blunts he has ever seen. he cannot watch. marnie is not 1 who gets angry but sometimes gets angry just by the sight of dude bcuz who let this wet dog white man into her damn house

- sometimes late at night both of them just walk aimlessly up&down the street or walk around town&talk abt everything or nothing. idk weird ass guys

- nearly every friday they go play pool&have a couple beers :) this is their idea of a date \o/

- marnie forges prescriptions for dudes migraine meds bcuz he needs them&she wants him to feel better bcuz she does care abt him deeply ♡yay ♡

- it is dudes duty to come by marnies work whenever she asks for him to bring her cigarettes or an energy drink whether it b 2am or 4pm. i like to think dude constantly comes around during her break so they can briefly hang out :)

- they never ever talk abt their feelings bcuz ermmm idfk wtf is wrong w both of them. both r more keeping that crap to themselves&neither know how to deal w it properly let alone properly support the other when it comes to feelings

- i always imagined that dude is a bit possessive? he does not blow a fuse whenever marnie hangs out w any1 else other than him or any of that sort, he really does not care. he is chill. she can have other interactions. sometimes he wants marnie to talk or hang out w some1 else than him bcuz he wants to be alone by himself. however he may get a bit jealous if marnie talks to some random guy for too long to some bar or whatever&thinking on how to take that guy out. he does know she is faithful but just does not like it when other guys r eyeing on marnie for too long i guess. marnie genuinely dgaf to who dude talks bcuz the same applies to him - she never questions his faithfulness bcuz she trusts him. but also she dgaf as long as he is away from her bcuz sometimes he is just too much🤬

- i do not really know where dude stands when it comes to being protective? he does not rly seem the type who would guard marnie like a fucking dog bcuz he is a fukcing jackass&does not seem 1 who would b this invested but also bcuz marnie does not need dude to defend her as she can do that herself just fine. she is not weak. but yet again marnie means everything to him so ermmm. for now i say he only gets involved when there is physical shit involved bcuz marnie is not one to strike back most of the time which to dude is ridiculous bcuz “an eye for an eye” or whatever. but it is also an excuse to b physical. marnie dgaf abt him🙄he is a grown ass man he can fend for himself. i am pretty sure she would gang up on him if some1 was beating his ass bcuz he is fucking insufferable

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- dude takes the “til death do us part” thing seriously bcuz if he cannot have marnie no one else can. i genuinely say this that dude would murder her&himself if it were that they would not b an item anymore bcuz marnie said so. luckily or whatever this never happens&marnie is all his sooo ermmm yuh i guess(scratching head)

- ermmm ermmm ermmm okay will let into my au for these 2: so technically they r legally married bcuz if they r going to live together might as well cut corners w the taxes. marnie is not going to pay his damn taxes. this decision was genuinely very random bcuz 1 night they made up their minds in like 10mins&went to a courthouse&then had takeout for dinner&did not mention to any1. good times i guess

- in general, they actually have an alright relationship. i have always believed in order to be w dude, u urself would need to be a horrible person, bcuz then his terrible deeds r more acceptable in ur eyes&u have less of an issue, meaning less fights&whatever. like w every couple, u r happier if ur morals&views on the world align. i say this is why dude&marnie r such a strong item bcuz they r similar ppl but do have their differences which makes it more..interesting?i have always said that in society they r both misplaced puzzle pieces that have weird edges that do not connect w the other pieces but lock in w each other perfectly like they were made for each other. there r ups&downs bcuz they r still horrible people @ the end of the day but they r genuinely happy 2gether. they r horrible 2gether. they r each others person on this god awful earth.

everybody say it in unity w me….. one is glad the other is horrible too. ♡

[ohtobeleah]

not sure if you're still taking concepts but i'm feral for some mickey smut. mickey picks you up from brunch with the girls and you're foaming at the mouth at how good he looks in his sunday athleisure. #StrictlyScandlous

Eeep okay so I was having a little brain malfunction today and I really wanted to write but I didn’t inherently feel like writing for any of the stories I have going on so I thought I’d just do like a strictly scandalous concept that was left over from the last round. I was in my Mickey mood. 

Enjoy: warnings: sexually explicit content ahead.

Mickey Garcia was a simple man, he didn’t need a lot of things in life to make him happy. He loved his family, hell without his family Mickey wasn’t exactly sure who’d he’d even be. He loved his friends, especially his Dagger Squadron—although Mickey had lived in many houses and seen a lot of places across the continental United States, he never truly felt like he was home until he found himself in North Island. 

Living up to the reputation and expectations bestowed upon him, Mickey loved a good Fanboy moment. He loved his Star Trek and his Star Wars and his Battlestar Galactica, hell he even dabbled with the Gilmore Girls which was a sharp left hand turn to what his usual self indulgent fiction was. 

But if there was someone who Mickey Fanboy Garcia loved more than anything or anyone else on the entire planet—it was you. He was your biggest fan. You were without a shadow of a doubt the love of Mickey's life and if the wedding ring that wrapped around his ring finger didn’t show a glimmer of the amount of love that coursed through Mickey's veins, then he had a real problem on his hands. Because the day you began Mrs Fanboy Garcia was the happiest day of Mickey's life. 

“Mickey!!” You bellowed from the top of the steps of the Hard Deck. “Guys! Mickeys here! I gotta go!” You’d been out celebrating Phoenix and her promotion with some of the girls. You weren’t a pilot, hell you weren’t even in the damn Navy, but it was cool that they’d always treated you like one of the guys and not just a spouse on the side. 

Mickey waited by the hood of his 2005 Honda CRV he was determined to run into the fucking ground before he upgraded, he’d gotten it second hand from a guy in Arizona and was determined to get his money’s worth. 

“Oh my god, babe? You good?” Mickey chuckled as a grin crept across his smitten face. “Here I’ll help—“ With a pep in his step and a quick jog to your side, Mickey was guiding you and you, your very drunk self—back to the car with a hand pressed to the small of your back and another one set in your open palm. “Mrs Garcia, you smell like a distillery.” 

“Uh, the girls introduced me to something very seductive yet fickle, a fair-weathered friend who seems friendly and benign at first but packs a wallop like a donkey kick and that is the Long Island Iced Tea.” Mickey looked far too good for you to not feel yourself getting a little slick in your panties, his hair had grown out, sweaty curls clung to the nap of his neck from under the baseball cap he wore backwards. Black on black shorts, and T had you feeling all kinds of ways. 

“Oh no—how many did you have?” Mickey laughed to himself when you lost your footing and he had to help steady you on the short walk back to the car. 

“I guess I didn’t mention the fact it was a bottom brunch did I?” Mickey lost all control of himself when he couldn’t hold back his laugh. “We never did find the bottom—“ You added, pouting your bottom lip out as you leaned against the car, waiting for your beautiful husband to open it for you once he’d finished laughing about the hangover he knew you were going to have tomorrow. “Where were you when I called?” 

In your time consuming every conceivable drop of alcohol that had been placed before you, the fact Mickey had been out hiking the trails around base with none other than Robert Floyd. He’d only just gotten back to his car when you called, tapping out of bottomless brunch. If you kept searching for the bottom the only thing you were going to find was the emergency department of Miramar Base Hospital. 

“I was out hiking with Bob–” Mickey cooed, Guiding you into the passenger seat. “Here watch your head.” It wasn't that Mickey thought you were incompetent, it was just he knew by the way you could barely keep yourself upright in the passenger seat that you had had far too much alcohol. He wanted to take care of you the best he could, keep you safe. Leaning over you and into the car, Mickey strapped you in. 

“Mmm you smell good.” Again, Mickey couldn't help but to laugh softly. He was a sweaty mess from running around in the sun with Bob. “Really good.” As Mickey clipped in your seatbelt, you leaned forward to kiss his exposed neck, sending a titlewave of goosebumps across his tan skin. “Taste good too–” 

“Minx.” Was all Mickey mumbled as he turned his head to kiss your lips, tasting the familiar but hangover inducing flavours of the Long Island Iced Tea. “Let's get you home huh?” 

“You look really good in that little athleisure moment, Lieutenant.” You knew your words were affecting your husband by the way he was fighting the hume that every so desperately wanted to take over the apples of his cheeks as he slid out of the car and shut the door behind him. 

“Lord give me strength–” He whispered to the heavens above as he walked around to the driver's side, it wouldn't be morally appropriate to give into your seductive ways when you'd had consumed enough alcohol to sedate an elephant or Hangman on an empty stomach at best. 

It was the longest car ride home ever for Mickey as he sat there and listened to you try and seduce him, his cock throbbed against his boxer briefs and left nothing to the imagination through the thin layer of material his shorts were made of. 

“Relly wanna fuck you in the back seat Mickey baby, dont you wanna fuck me?” Oh god yes he did. So much. 

“I love you, but you've had a little too much to drink baby, I don't wanna take advantage of you like this.” The gentleman as always, but you were feral. It was either a new callonge that had sent you into heat or it was Mickey's androstenone which realistically, was a naturally derived cologne that made you want to fuck his brains out. 

“Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” You smirked, slowly taking your top off over your head as Mickey tried his best to focus on the road ahead. You were his fucking wife, the love of his life, his best friend. Mickey Garcia had seen your tits a million times before and he knew he’d see them a million times more, but every time you exposed them to him, he was mesmerised. Captivated by the trance your tits put him in. “You wanna touch me baby?” 

“So badly honey, but I gotta focus on the road, get you home safe.” Fuck this was pure torture and what made it worse was that Mickey knew that you knew he was a puddle of a man in your seductive hands. So when you took your bra off and flung it into the back seat, he knew you were up to no good when he felt your hand snake around his and guide it from the steering wheel to your chest. “Y/n–” 

“Touch me Lieutenant I’m so fucking wet.” 

“Babe!” Mickey couldn't help but to blush, he could feel the heat rising in his cheek and the blood throbbing in his length but he still did as he was told and squeezed your tit in the palm of his hand, as you held his hand there. “I'm trying to drive!” 

“And I’m trying to get you to fuck me because you look like an adonis right now!” As you giggled and bit down on your bottom lip, you slowly let go of Mickey's hand, revelling in the fact he kept his hand there. “You should pull over up ahead.” 

“We’re almost home?” Mickey frowned in confusion as you brought your hand up to cup over your mouth. “You okay?” 

“I need to puke–” You gagged, Mickey's eyes shot out of his head as he was pulling over, watching as you unbuckled your seatbelt and instead of climbing out of the car, climb into the back seat. 

“Y/n oh my god! I thought you were being serious! We’re five minutes from home!” Mickey groaned, not entirely sure how to navigate the situation playing out. But was he angry? No, this was the hottest thing ever. 

“You have two options here Flyboy, either get your ass back here and fuck me or sit there and watch me get myself off, but either way–I’m not leaving this car until ive had an orgasm.” Mickey paused, he knew he shouldn't when you'd had so much to drink, but then again, the roles had been revered on a number of occasions and you'd captured to his every request. Tossing up the options he’d been given, Mickey shut the engine off and made quick work following you into the back seat, climbing over the centre console to get there.

“You make me a weak fucking man baby.” Mickey mumbled as he took your lips hostage, loving how you giggled into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “A sinner if there ever was one.” 

“Fuck me good fuck me well flyboy.”

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Strictly Scandalous Mickey Fanboy Garcia

[doublydaring]

Ron what are your top 10 favorites movies ever made

This is not a definitive list I love too many movies too much but here is a sampling:

1. Head - self explantory

2. Bull Durham - the greatest baseball movie ever made. even if you don't know anything about baseball you will love this movie. it will lovingly teach you all you need to know which is that baseball is sex and sex is baseball. Susan Surandon and Kevin Kostner mildly kinky sex with heavy saxophone. Wear garters to pitch better. The beauty of the minor leagues.

3. Benny and Joon - this movie is just... delightful. It knows exactly when to take itself seriously and when to be whimsical. Being something of a Joon myself I formed an emotional connection to these characters at a young age when I originally saw this story as a wonderful musical premiere that unfortunately never went anywhere. I still mourn those songs. Benny Joon and Sam are adorable and the conflict makes sense and I like everybody in this movie. Ugh. So perfect and sweet.

4. Maurice - E. M. FORSTER. I will always be a room with a view girly but this movie is better sorry. The movie that annoying gay people asking for happy ending would like if they understood the concept of class conflict. So good so wonderful. Alec Scudder you will always be famous.

5. My Cousin Vinny - Italian Americans, Jews, the south, what could go wrong? One of the funniest movies of all time and one of the sexiest movies of all time. Marisa Tomei perhaps I am not a homosexual. Ralph Macchio. Fucking stunning. A film that doesn't need to be as gorgeous as it is but serves and slays at every turn. Thee courtroom comedy.

6. Army of Darkness - I can't watch scary movies luckily this movie isn't scary. I love hot men doing dumb shit, I love king arthur, I love Sam Raimi, I love boiiiiiinnnngggg sound effect. This movie is EPIC. Smart stupid fun.

7. Parting Glances - Steve Buscemi gay AIDS comedy 1986. No one has seen this movie because I don't think it got a wide theatrical release its one of those movies I am lucky to know about because my parents went and saw every independent movie released from 1984-2002 at our local art theater (RIP). This movie is sweet and thoughtful and hysterical. One of my moms favorites one of my favorites. Dump him, fall in love with your best friend.

8. Arsenic and Old Lace - I have to have at least one extremely old thing on here (honorable mention to bringing up baby). This movie is fucking hilllarrrious. Jonathon Brewster and Dr. Herman Einstein are the greatest homoerotic villain duo of all time. Carey Grant for God's sake!!!! A horribly dark comedy about the two sweetest old ladies you ever did meet.

9. The Lost World: Jurassic Park - what if Jurrassic Park starred Dr. Ian Malcolm. Are you stupid? Jurassic Park is a perfect film but this one is My Favorite. The power of gymnastics can ward off a dinosaur.

10. Pacific Rim - the characters in this movie blow all its peers out of the water. Raleigh Becket? Mako Mori???? Stacker Pentecost? Newt Geizler? Helllooooo. Dr. Herman. Gottlieb. What if an action movie was good? I can't believe no one had thought of that until now? Not a kaiju guy sorry. Not a Jaeger guy. Just a freaky little characters guy and boy does this move have them.

Soooo many more: Moonstruck, Raising Arizona, Pride and Prejudice, Lancelot of the Lake, The Sting, Slap Shot, Barefoot in the Park, Excalibur, Re-Animator 1&2, Evil Dead 2, Bill and Ted, To Wong Foo, Repo Man, I could go on forever.... I love the movies.....

[mariacallous]

Anna Kai believes in self-gaslighting. On TikTok, as @itsmaybeboth, she markets beauty products for Garnier, Nivea, and Nexxus Hair Care while dispensing relationship advice to her 1.3 million followers. “If you can gaslight yourself into believing the man that doesn’t love you actually loves you, then why can’t you gaslight yourself into believing you will find a man who actually does?”

For Blaine Anderson, finding the right partner is all about savvy marketing, which “great guys often SUCK at,” a note on her website exclaims. She has hacks for every possible scenario that can, and will, arise during the dating process: how to text like a “high-value man,” what first-date mistakes to avoid, how to make women obsessed, and the best ways to attract them without talking. In case you were curious, it starts with good posture and grooming. “If you haven’t been shopping since the Obama administration, it’s time,” she says in a video uploaded to TikTok in May.

“As a relationship therapist, I’ve literally spent my career studying the art of attraction and human psychology, so I know that these things work,” Kimberly Moffit, a Toronto-based psychotherapist, said in a TikTok video from 2022. Maybe your crush is shy and you want to know if he is “micro-flirting” with you? One tell-tale sign: dirty jokes. “An aggressive guy is just gonna hit on you,” she said, “but a shy guy is really gonna test the waters first.”

If you haven’t heard, it’s boom times for dating influencers. According to a new survey of single adults aged 18 to 62 conducted by the app Flirtini, one in four people rely on TikTok as their primary source of relationship information, and almost 50 percent of people surveyed turn to social media for dating advice.

This phenomenon has created an ecosystem of thoughtful, overzealous, trend-chasing dating influencers who think they know what’s best for you. The marketplace is now overrun with gurus offering up romantic hacks and how-tos to anyone who will listen. Everyone from credentialed therapists and life coaches to that annoying friend who just discovered bell hooks’ All About Love and wants to share everything they learned brands themselves a dating influencer these days. The effect has been seismic. On TikTok, the hashtags #datingadvice and #relationshipadvice have upwards of 16 billion views.

And it’s not all bad advice per se. Kai’s self-gaslighting tip is actually quite clever. (Kai and the other influencers mentioned in this story did not respond to messages seeking comment.) There’s just one problem: Relationship misinformation is spreading fast.

A growing number of young adults now get their news from TikTok, according to a 2023 Pew Research Center study, “so it makes sense that they’d turn to the app for relationship advice too,” says Liesel Sharabi, a professor at Arizona State University who specializes in the effect technology has on interpersonal relationships. The increased reliance on the platform as a go-to source for romantic guidance has led many users to form parasocial relationships with advice-giving influencers. Unlike face-to-face, IRL relationships, these tend to be one-way. But emotionally, they feel like the real thing.

“Someone might feel like they’re getting dating advice from a trusted friend because they’ve developed such a strong sense of familiarity and connection with that person,” Sharabi says. “The problem is that when it comes to dating, there are plenty of people who call themselves experts on TikTok without any sort of training or qualifications, which can make it difficult to separate fact from opinion.”

Not all advice is created equal. As dating influencers gain more traction across social media, the proliferation of relationship misinformation becomes harder to contain. This, Sharabi describes, is “false or misleading information about relationships that can’t be evaluated using scientific data and which may perpetuate harmful stereotypes.”

The increased spread of questionable dating advice is having real-world consequences. According to the Flirtini study, 46 percent of people faced relationship struggles after following TikTok advice, with 23 percent saying it led to a break up. It begs the question: Has our need to be plugged in all the time—let's face it, many of us are hooked on the booze of social media—outweighed our rationale as humans, leading people to look for advice from the wrong people?

“Relationship advice that is attention-grabbing may not always be the most sound or accurate to people’s actual relationship needs,” says Aparajita Bhandari, an academic at the University of Waterloo who’s conducted research on TikTok. “The way our current online attention economy works breeds content that is outrageous or tends toward misinformation because it is what goes viral and gets views. Unhealthy ideas or advice can spread so quickly on a platform like TikTok that it can be difficult to even trace back to one specific source.”

For some dating influencers, love is not actually the endgame—status and comfort are. There is a dedicated core of influencers who can teach you how to marry rich, live comfortably, and never work again. For them, it is all about “high-value” dating. Love is simply the icing on the cake to a life of worry-free, jet-setting luxury.

Shera Seven is a household name among this contingent of dating influencers, beloved for her matter-of-fact approach to modern partnership. In her eyes, love is nothing more than a business transaction. “Make sure the second date is a money date. The faster you get him to spend money, the faster he attaches to you,” Seven recommended in a recent video. “You’re seeing him as a provider, a baller—and he might not even see himself that way—but now that you are perceiving him that way, he’s going to start acting that way. Drag him into your delusion.”

Influencers with large followings like Seven, Cam Donnez, and Niko of The Daddy Academy carry an impression of social authority, and therefore credibility, says Makana Chock, a communications professor at Syracuse University. But something else is also at work. More and more, TikTok is being used as a search engine in the same way many of us use Google.

“Relationships are areas where people often feel the greatest insecurities and need advice. We are sometimes, however, reluctant to turn to personal contacts for help,” Chock adds. “We may be reluctant to reveal weaknesses, concerned about close others’ conflicting motivations, or skeptical about their relationship skills.”

But relying too heavily on TikTok’s algorithm has repercussions, especially in matters of the heart. “The algorithm isn’t necessarily incentivized to recommend the most scientifically sound advice,” Sharabi says. “It’s going to prioritize content that leads to engagement in terms of likes, followers, and views. What makes something go viral on TikTok isn’t necessarily that it’s good advice—in some cases, it might even be the opposite.”

[cto10121]

Twilight Clown Takes Special Edition: Khaki Skirt!!!

Because a "long, khaki-colored, still casual" skirt = conservative Mormon-coded khaki floor-length, obviously. It's canon!!!! It's this one garment brings all the clowns to the yard, including one unhinged video actually analyzing this bit. Minor clownery in the scheme of things, but it's still annoying as all hell, so...om nom nom

Because focusing on big boob cleavage is much more ~respectable than partially or fully covered hips and legs. Wtf is OP on? Also, if Bella’s khaki-colored skirt is knee-length, which I have no doubt it is, then it wouldn't be more sexy than her boob blouse. It would have been basic, which is why Edward doesn't even mention it in Midnight Sun.

"Collarbone" My brother in Christ, Bella's V-neck most likely showing more than just her collarbone. Edward may be repressed, but he is also a guy, and there is no way he'd consider collarbone>>>>boobage (consider his euphemistic description of Siobhan's, ha, assets). He was being very polite and using collarbone as a euphemism.

Khaki as a color and neutral tones in general were in fashion in the 90s and 2000s, as other comments had pointed out. Also, Bella canonically isn't a Mormon. She longs for shorts and spaghetti straps - makes sense, given that she is from Arizona. So she has most certainly worn a tank top and probably still has tank tops in her wardrobe.

Not the Belly!!!!

Not the clowns clutching pearls over the very idea of Bella wearing a tight blue blouse with belly showing. Considering Edward couldn't shut the fuck about it and the fact that he did describe the shirt as clinging to Bella's curves, we should not dismiss the possibility (albeit very slight).

Bella begins the book wearing a sleeveless eyelet lace, her farewell outfit to Phoenix. And once again - and I cannot say this enough - she canonically longs for spaghetti straps and shorts.

Some Sanity

The Actual Khaki Skirt (Per the Graphic Novel)

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Brothers in Arms: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: You try one more time to get your dad to see how great of a man Spencer is but like before, it doesn’t go as well as you hope. Phoenix Arizona is dealing with a serial killer that is masquerading as gang members, but your team sees through the facade.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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You two head over to a landfill where the newest crime scene is. The coroner is already on the scene removing the body, and your team just arrives as soon as you and Spencer get there. There were two cops on the scene, but only one of them died. Officer Ron Mercer is the only one who survived this, so he's the best witness you've got.

"He set us up. We knew he was out there but he still managed to set us up. I watched my partner die, and I couldn't do anything to save him."

"Don't worry, Ron. Playboy's going to pay for this," Evans says.

"Did you see Playboy here?"

"No, but--"

"We all know he did it, Agent."

"No, we don't. Lieutenant, you think I don't know how bad you want this guy? I was a uniform just like you. I saw a lot of cops go down. Before that, I watched my father get shot. He was killed doing his job--a cop's job--so don't think I don't know." Derek sets the records straight and turns to Ron. "Officer Mercer, what happened when you got the call?"

"Nothing special. We got a report of an aggravated assault. We were on it."

"Is this normal for you?"

"We were put here because of the shootings. We're back up."

"Did you get a good look at the guy?" you ask.

"No. I was too damn scared. I'm still scared."

Another officer on the scene brings over Ron's police hat with a picture of Ron's family taped to the inside.

"This is my partner's family. What am I going to tell them?"

"The only thing you can tell them--that we're going to catch the guy who did this." You and Derek leave his side and join the rest of your team. "We can forget about cross-referencing. These guys were just assigned this beat. There's no way the unsub could have known they'd get the call."

"He's using the 9-1-1 calls like a lottery. He's picking cops at random, and yet there's nothing random about the shootings. Each scenario has been increasingly complex."

"He's enjoying the hunt. He's taking the time to set his victims up and lure them into his net. It's become as important to him as the kill itself. He executed this last one while the FBI and every cop in the city was after him."

"Not to mention the press. The attention is egging him on. They're playing right into the unsub's need to feel superior."

"The press isn't our only problem. These guys are still trying to pin the shootings on a gangbanger named Playboy. I have a feeling we're not going to be able to hold them off much longer."

The unsub didn't show up all night, so you picked things off the next morning. You tossed and turned all night because you can't help but feel so bad about what happened with your parents and Spencer. You feel powerless against your father, and whenever he gets like this, you feel like such a shitty girlfriend. You should be able to protect your boyfriend from his words, but it's like he doesn't respect you.

To add to the shitty feeling you're experiencing, Evans caught Playboy and brought him in for questioning just as soon as you walked into the police department. His head is so far up his ass that he can't see that Playboy is innocent in all of this. Hotch is mega pissed that Evans would go against his orders and bring him in.

"Lighten up, man. I'm telling you, I didn't do it," Playboy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah? Well, I got a magic eight ball that says you did."

Evans takes him into an interrogation room while Hotch approaches the Commander.

"Commander, what's going on?"

"What's going on is my officers are being shot in the streets and crucified by the press. That's what's going on."

"You've arrested the wrong person," you say.

"I brought in a viable suspect for questioning. I had to do something."

Commander, I understand the pressure you're under, but doing this could undermine the investigation. Bringing in another suspect draws attention away from the real unsub. If he starts to feel inadequate, he may strike sooner just to prove himself."

"It's also possible that accusing one of their members could antagonize local gangs, which is the last thing your officers need to be worrying about right now," Rossi adds.

"Alright, look. I told you guys I was out on a limb here, so unless you have a suspect, I'm questioning Playboy."

"Hotch. Since we've got this guy, why don't we see if we can use him? Do you mind if I talk to him?" Derek asks.

"Be my guest."

"Commander, I appreciate you letting Agent Morgan join the interrogation, but I promise you, this is not our unsub. The real killer is still out there."

You want to be in the room with Derek and Playboy, but you're not going to say anything. You want to gauge Playboy's reactions and see if you can try and read him. He's not too happy with three people being in here, but he's silent about it.

"I know you didn't do it, Playboy."

"So, why are you dragging my ass in here, then?"

"I said I know you didn't kill those cops, but he doesn't and they don't. Trust me, they don't care, man."

"But you do? You care about me?"

"I don't give a damn about you. I'll tell you what I do care about. Catching the killer."

"I told you, I didn't do it," he sighs.

"I think you know who did."

"No way, man. It wasn't one of us."

"Okay. I'll give you that. Whoever did this ain't no gang banger, but he's been working your hood pretty tough without your say, huh? He's making you look like a real suspect, Playboy. He's causing you nothing but trouble."

Derek's words make Playboy angry but he's keeping himself calm to prevent himself from getting into more trouble. Playboy's jaw ticks and he shuffles in his seat to show his anger.

"He won't last long, then."

"Come on, man, look around you. From where I'm sitting, it looks like he's doing alright so far. If I were you, I'm thinking I want this guy gone for good. What do you think?"

"Who is he?"

"Probably somebody you'd least suspect. Probably wouldn't even think twice about him because he really doesn't look all that dangerous. Well, at least not on the surface but he gets real violent."

"We all get violent."

"No, not like this, man. He goes from cold to hot in a heartbeat with nothing in between. He takes everything real personally. He thinks everybody's trying to put him down so he's always looking for a fight, even if he knows he's going to lose."

"So, he's stupid."

"Maybe, but he's aggressive. Think, man. If you give me something, maybe I can get you out of all of this. He's white. He's older than you, not by much, and he works alone. You know somebody like this, I know you do."

Playboy looks around in contemplation. He knows someone like this, and he's hesitating to tell Derek. After a few moments, he sighs and comes clean.

"There was this guy. He was white, and he killed my lieutenant a couple of months ago. Bobby Q was like my brother."

"Yeah, your brother was a junkie and so was Bobby Q. I see the similarity," Evans remarks.

Playboy gets pissed and tries to attack Evans, but Derek holds him back. Evans has a sick smile on his face, and you push him away from the mess while Derek tries to calm him down.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Sit down, sit down! Don't even think about it. Talk to me. Forget him. I'm helping you, he's not."

"Maybe it's time you leave this room," you say sternly.

"No."

"I'm not asking," you glare at him. He thinks he can give you an intimidating look and you'll back down, but you're not. "I can get Hotch or Rossi if you'd like."

Evan's eye ticks in annoyance, but he leaves the room after that threat. Playboy calms down and sits down while you station yourself by the door to prevent Evans from coming in again.

"Alright. Your lieutenant, Bobby Q. What happened?"

"I told the cops it wasn't a gang thing but they didn't believe me."

"Who killed him?"

"If I knew his name, he'd be dead already."

Hotch opens the door and motions for you and Derek to come outside. You two leave Playboy inside the room and join Hotch and Evans' side.

"Hotch, Playboy didn't do this." You turn to Evans in concern. "Just because it's easy to pin this on someone who is known to act out, it doesn't make it right. If you do, then you're no better than them."

"There's been another shooting."

"I'll cut him loose," Evans sighs.

"No, not yet. Hotch, this guy knows something."

"Keep working on it."

Evans knows what he's doing is wrong, so you're confident to leave him alone with Derek. Your input isn't needed anymore, and you're more useful at a crime scene than here. Rossi meets you at the car with an update on what's going on.

"They have the shooter cornered in an apartment building downtown."

"Dave, stay with Morgan and see what this guy has to offer. Prentiss and Y/N, you're with me," Hotch says. You three head downtown where there are dozens of officers surrounding an apartment building believing the shooter is inside.

"Is he in there?" Hotch asks Officer Ron Mercer.

"Yeah, we got him cornered. We have men on both floors and the entrances."

"Do you know this guy?"

"Yeah, he's a banger called Diablo. He's one of the Lindo Park Assassins. Daws followed him here."

You look to your right and see Officer Daws on a stretcher because he got shot. He doesn't look like he's in a lot of pain, and you know he'll make it.

"Is he alright?"

"He'll live. He's a lucky bastard."

"We'd like to talk to him if you don't mind."

"Sure, just stay down."

You and Hotch keep your heads down as you rush over to the ambulance, leaving Emily with Ron. You don't want to keep Daws from medical care, so you keep it short and simple.

"What happened?" you ask after making introductions.

"He killed my partner. We were stopped at a light when the bastard came right up to the window. He shot Scotty in the head, then shot me."

"There wasn't a radio call?"

"There wasn't any time. He came out of nowhere. I guess he thought he'd bagged us both. Luckily, a truck came. I called it in and managed to tail him here."

The paramedics wheel Daws away to bring him to the hospital, and you turn to Hotch with a confused look.

"This doesn't make any sense. This was a blitz attack."

"Let's go." You and Hotch safely make your way back over to Ron. "Let us go in and try to talk him down."

"No, hold on."

"What's going on?" Ron asks over the radio to one of the snipers.

"We've got movement. It looks like Ramey and Wilhelm are inside the apartment attempting to apprehend."

Suddenly a gunshot goes off inside the apartment, and a body comes crashing out of the second-story window. You gasp just as the man falls onto the ground, clearly dead from the gunshot. You and Hotch rush over just as more paramedics come over to check on him. He was dead the second the bullet hit him.

Word of this got back to Commander Marks, and speaking of him, he's pulling up just as they bag him for the coroner. News reporters also show up to get the scoop.

"This is a different MO, Hotch. Not to mention that this was done in broad daylight. It's not our guy."

Hotch takes out his phone and makes a couple of phone calls, one of which is to Penelope so she can look into Diablo and Playboy. Commander Marks comes over when he spots Hotch, and you know he isn't going to be happy about what you have to say.

"Commander, can I speak to you for a second?"

"Sorry to see it end this way but I'm glad it's over."

"We don't believe that it is."

"What are you saying? The guy is dead."

"Diablo doesn't fit the profile."

"Are you telling me he didn't shoot Officer Daws and his partner?"

"We didn't say that," you say. "What we're saying is that he may not have been responsible for the earlier shootings. Commander, we have to be sure."

"I have got the chief, the press, and the mayor. Do you realize the pressure the department is under right now?"

"Yes, sir, I do, but it wasn't him. There was an earlier murder with the same MO. This unsub may have killed one of the Twelves."

"How does that help us?"

"This unsub thinks of himself as a big game hunter now, but he didn't start out that way. Meaning he started with a gang member, and now he's evolved. Give me twenty-four hours."

"They're not gonna wait that long, and neither is the chief. I'll give you four."

If you only have four hours to close this case, you have to work fast with everyone on the team. You two head back to the station with Emily to join the others.

"Ballistics isn't back yet," Spencer says when you walk through the doors, "but the preliminary ME reports suggest the weapon used to kill Officer Beck was not a .357."

A .357 was used in all of the other shootings, including on Bobby Q, Playboy's lieutenant.

"I spoke to Garcia. Beck arrested Diablo twice on drug charges, and last time sent him away for ten years. Diablo was just released on parole last week. Our theory is that Diablo went after the cop who put him away assuming it would be lumped in with the other murders. The unsub would take the fall."

"It almost worked," Emily says.

Lieutenant Evans walks in with a file in his hand.

"Well, I pulled up that information on Playboy's lieutenant, Bobby Q. There's not much here, and I know what you're thinking. We didn't pay enough attention to the case."

"Did you?"

"Look, with the majority of homicides in this city, we spend time and resources following trails that all lead to the same place anyway. We just assumed this was just another one of those trails. Being in a gang shortens your life expectancy, so it's no big surprise when a gangbanger winds up dead."

"The same thing could be said about a cop," Rossi says. "The job involves a fair amount of risk, so a percentage of untimely deaths is practically inevitable. Did Playboy tell you if the killer took a trophy?"

"He said Bobby Q's necklace was missing. It's in the report. It's a big, solid gold chain. Just figured the killer took it to pawn it."

"Or keep it as a souvenir," you shrug. "It fits the signature."

"He built up to this. We need to go further back." Hotch calls Penelope and places her on speakerphone for all to hear. "Garcia, can you pull everything in the Phoenix area that matches the same MO as our unsub, not just with police officers?"

"Okay, so I'm searching homicides in Phoenix for the last two months?"

"Make it three."

"Yes, sir. I've got murders and shootings with specifically neck wounds. Oh, I got a guy named Robert Quinones, nickname Bobby Q."

"We already have that one. Anything else?" Derek asks.

"One more. He's a bouncer at a bar in downtown Phoenix, Mickey Reese. The weapon is a .357 Magnum. Interesting. It says here the victim was wearing a ballistic vest."

"If the bouncer was wearing a vest, that could be how our unsub developed his MO."

"Send us everything you got."

"Done."

"Alright, we got gangbangers, bouncers, and cops," Derek says once Pen is off the phone. "All pretty tough targets; victims capable of defending themselves. As the unsub's sense of power escalated, so did his confidence, leading to bigger and more difficult prey."

"That makes sense. Risky deaths would increase the unsub's feeling of superiority. It's the same thing with using a .357 Magnum. It would make him feel powerful."

"Cops are at the top of that list. They're high profile, always on alert, and they're gonna make headlines. Killing a gangbanger isn't easy. They're always armed and travel in packs."

"The bouncer's the earliest. It was a pretty simple attack with no carefully thought-out plan. He could have been his first victim."

"We need to figure out where their paths crossed. Morgan, you, Rossi, and the lieutenant go check out the bar. We'll keep digging."

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[beardedmrbean]

Hey zoomer Huey, oh my god ac red is going to be HELL when they finally revealed Yasuke is going to be the second playable character

https://x.com/oliverjia1014/status/1768104847071719880?s=46

My thing with Yasuke for the upcoming game that they acknowledge he a OUTSIDER. Hell I did some dna research in Southeast Asia and it stated many communities are East African descent so they can say post main story Yasuke settled down and retired to one of those places

Also I saw people said Japan achieved more than those 54 countries….sigh….

People forget that modern Japan is HEAVILY westernized due to American military there (mainly because we don’t want more batshit crazy soldiers like imperial Japanese ones)

And we took care of most of military might because we all know how fucked Japan would be after China got it shit together right?

So Japan was able to rebuilt faster than most countries

We just didn’t pull a British Raj and let Japan keep most of their culture. Okay okay it more complicated

Not to mention our knowledge of japan is due to american occupation there thus the culture exchange for 80 years.

Like my Yoruba thing, yes I want to show more Africans stories. But I swallow the hard pill that I can set the foundation for more better and accurate African stories. But will die before seeing African warriors be treated the same way as Samurai warriors

Also the inferiority complex, look yes African cultures are still shit on

But just grow the fuck up and stop acting like Twitter discourse is everything

I mean I recently bought the Ramayana after finding a mutual who like a naughty character Twitter see as the devil.

Just saying there are good African AND African Americans stories we can tell.

Actually have fleshing out the chimera republic in mind. I think I started to realize an issues with the knights and samurai shit. Wanna read in an another anon?

Did a reverse search on the image here, nice to see most everyone is on the same page, which is Yasuke was real and the only black samurai that's known

Fellow from Japan suggested checking this site if you're looking for dark skinned people, not sure if he means African or not, Spain and Portugal did lots of trading might have had some African slaves or something like that with them. I dunno.

My thing with Yasuke for the upcoming game that they acknowledge he a OUTSIDER. Hell I did some dna research in Southeast Asia and it stated many communities are East African descent so they can say post main story Yasuke settled down and retired to one of those places

I can believe the East African bit, these are the "bad guys" from 300 from India to Ethiopia and they were big on moving people from one place to another in order to keep them from creating a large enough community to pose a threat.

They've become pretty westernized over there in Japan ya, not all the way the commercial with the company apologizing for raising the price of a ice cream after like 25 years is not a western thing at all, we'd say fuck you and then increase it again.

Arizona Ice Tea is a outlier there.

And we took care of most of military might because we all know how fucked Japan would be after China got it shit together right?

We took care of military for the same reason we did with Germany, don't want to have to deal with that shit again so you can have a very limited military that's geared for self defense, someone attacks we'll come running and cover you.

Like my Yoruba thing, yes I want to show more Africans stories. But I swallow the hard pill that I can set the foundation for more better and accurate African stories. But will die before seeing African warriors be treated the same way as Samurai warriors

See if you can find the Shaka Zulu series they made, man literally changed warfare in that part of Africa.

Big issue with sub Saharan Africa is I don't think there was any groups that could field a 10,000 man army, not many at least, not till after islam showed up and gave a unifying identity to different groups. This is just from what I know I may be wrong though.

Just saying there are good African AND African Americans stories we can tell. Actually have fleshing out the chimera republic in mind. I think I started to realize an issues with the knights and samurai shit. Wanna read in an another anon?

True dat, and ya that could be a fun read feel free.

[xxmarvelouslifexx]

Hello to the handful of you who enjoy reading about my adventures. I need to do something besides work and doomscroll so I am attempting to visit all the museums in Balboa Park and making you all hear about it. Since I am driving into the city more, might as well get some visits in while I'm at it. Long post so I will hide the rest of it down below.

First up, kinda mentioned it before but home to the fun cannibalism exhibit:

Museum of Us (formerly known as the Museum of Man)

Anthropology museum! Had a bunch of fascinating exhibits I didn't even get through half of them. They had some replica mayan stelae, which as it turns out are from the 1915 Panama-California Exposition, which was held in Balboa Park and helped turn it into the jewel of San Diego that it is now. This updated exhibit on Mayan culture I thought was well done. In the intro they explained how they worked with Mayan consultants to ensure the exhibit was respectful and reflective of modern Mayan communities. Throughout there were excerpts of the Popol Wuj, one of the foundational sources of their mythology, which I thought was very cool. They also very much went into the impact of colonization on their communities.

My favorite exhibit of the ones I saw: Hostile Terrain 94. It was heavy, I almost cried to be honest. It explores the very deadly human impact of the 1994 "Prevention through Deterrence" US border policy. Which for my non-american followers was the purposeful choice to make official border ports of entry and their surroundings urban areas more difficult for undocumented migrants to cross, leaving them with limited options, such as crossing the barren Sonoran desert instead. The map you see above is the Arizona, USA and Sonora, Mexico border. Those tags you see all over the map are identification tags for all the bodies found of migrants attempting to make the journey. 3,205 from the 1990s through 2020 alone. Manila are identified, orange are unidentified remains.

My parents immigrated from Mexico, as did many of my tias and tios. They were all undocumented for a time. Luckily for them, they all crossed pre-1994 with few difficulties. So I couldn't help it think, that could've been them if things turned out differently. Reading through the tags, seeing how young some were, a woman 19 years old, barely even had a chance to live. And the unidentified remains. How many families are out there still searching for answers? The border isn't just a political talking point. Congress' inability to move on immigration reform is a disgrace when there is so much human suffering occurring at the border and the routes to it.

San Diego Natural History Museum

Moving on to lighter subjects. Dinosaurs and fossils! This place is huge, 4 floors of some amazing exhibits. Again did not even fully finish one floor. Really enjoyed the ecosystems corner that explained the very diverse habits that exist around here. Not to brag but beaches, mountains, deserts, chaparral we got it all.

Look at the ankylosaur and mammoth skeleton. Neat! And below the California Grizzly Bear. It's the one our state flag and also the one we very sadly hunted to extinction in 1922.

One last one because this is getting long.

Museum of Photographic Arts (part of the San Diego Museum of Art)

Apparitions, Bill Armstrong, 2005

They had some very interesting photos here! I had to document this one for you all. No, I was not out of focus, that is what the photos look like. And the subjects are described only as "roman sculptures". So are some of our guys hiding up there? One of them is looking awfully caesar-y to me.

They also have a collection of daguerreotype, ambrotype, and tintypes. Which I had no idea were different things. So fascinating to look at. Did these people imagine we'd still be looking at their photos almost 200 years later?

I've knocked two more museums off the list this week, so another post coming soon. Hope you actually enjoyed this very long post :)