#drunk union officer

[malix4583]

I've always loved animal symbolism, so here's some with the Dollars Trilogy characters + a Fistful of Dollars! 😱

(I will explain each one. 🙏🏽)

The Man With No Name as a coyote because coyotes are a symbol of cunning, intelligence, and adaptability. The coyote embodies the dual nature of life and represents both positive and negative qualities. It is also depicted as a trickster figure.

I think this fits TMWNN, especially being an anti-hero with his ways of being able to get what he wants by "playing both sides" throughout the trilogy. (With the Rojos and Baxters, Douglas Mortimer and El Indio's gang, and himself, Angel Eyes at one point, and Tuco.) Which gives him the cunningness.

He is described as intelligent a lot in the trilogy, and it's very clear with how carefully he plans and, again, how to get what he wants.

Adaptability because we see him in all sorts of settings: cities, deserts, villages, etc. and none of those have seemed to bother him one bit.

A Fistful of Dollars:

The Rojos as red wolves mostly because they travel in packs and are aggressive towards other canids, which we'll get to next.

(Edit: I just remembered Rojo also means red lmfao I swear that wasn't on purpose)

The Baxters as Coywolves because they travel in small family packs and compete with other canids such as wolves (the Rojos).

Both families are portrayed as powerful rivals like red wolves and even coywolves (likely because both animals live in the East United States).

Marisol, Julio, and Jesús (I couldn't fit Julio) as cattle because cows are quiet animals that symbolize humility and simplicity.

Which I thought was kinda fitting because with the lives they had to live, it gives them their humility.

Simplicity because the family follows TMWNN's orders with fairly little resistance.

For a Few Dollars More:

Col. Douglas Mortimer as a silver fox because silver foxes represent nobility, maturity, confidence, and charm.

I think the nobility for him comes from his long journey of avenging his sister and as a character that seems to have good personal and general morals.

The maturity because of his age, experience, and behavior.

Confidence is very easy to see lol he is very sure of his abilities, especially when he first meets Juan Wild in El Paso. (Man's got balls of steel, Jesus Christ)

This may be subjective, but the charm isn't that hard to see in him lmao

El Indio and his gang are Mexican wolves. Not just because they're a gang and wolves travel in packs, but also because those packs can be really big, like El Indio's gang. Plus, Mexican wolves tend to be highly social, which could be a stretch as a connection to El Indio and his gang, but they seem to accept new recruits to their gang pretty easily lol

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly:

Angel Eyes as a Gray fox. I promise I'm not being uncreative lmao. Gray foxes, given their competition in the wild, most likely tend to be more aggressive and dominant. Gray foxes also represent cleverness and adaptability.

In Tgtbtu, Angel Eyes can definitely be a very aggressive character, and the powerful part of the meaning of dominance is also very apparent in his character.

I find Angel Eyes's history of being able to track people down and identify them as a sign of intelligence.

Like, TMWNN, Angel Eyes can also be found in different settings and adjusts to them pretty quickly, especially given his job as a hitman.

(Sorry, it felt like I was grasping at straws on this one, but I couldn't find a lot on gray foxes, I just thought it was fairly fitting.)

Tuco Ramirez as a badger because they both are known for digging lol, but on a serious note, badgers are extremely aggressive towards other animals and have grumpy attitudes, which I find very fitting for Tuco lol.

I just wanted to include him lol. The Union Captain is a jaguar because jaguars can get intoxicated anddd yeahhh lol.

[rei-ismyname]

Krakoan Diaspora and the Labor Market part 2

The radicalisation of the working class

In part 1, Murray the capitalist pig fired all his human workers because cheap mutant labor is far more profitable. He avoided any blame for this rampant exploitation by shifting it to the 'freaks' - taking advantage of preexisting mistrust of mutants in a union-free workplace.

Murray pushes it even further, underpaying Skin by an undisclosed amount citing rising 'cost of materials' and an appeal to authority of head office. I'm not an expert on Chicago's labor laws, but being paid in cash that's less than what was promised suggests a verbal agreement - leaving Angelo at the whims of this greedy fuck. I'm sure costs are rising, as they are for everyone, but the company should be more profitable than ever. Mutant workers are completing jobs much faster with fewer workers and tools required. The only fat here is Murray and no individual is protected by the ruling class.

If there's more to the conversation, we don't hear it. We cut to Skin begrudgingly accepting less pay, feeling none too good about it. It's been at least a couple of days since the human workers were let go but they're here now with a bone to pick. Their dialogue suggests that they're showing up on payday intentionally - drunk, using offensive language, proposing Skin share his paycheck under clear but deniable threat of violence.

We've only met Nick before but he's with two former coworkers who were almost certainly given the same story - Murray 'had to fire them' because 'the mutant island leaving changed everything.' They're understandably focused on the 'mutant' part, jobless and frustrated with nobody else to blame.

Angelo has his own shit going on and probably isn't in the best mood for making friends. His dialogue is a little stilted, suggesting he's code switching for this social situation. Maybe he's trying to get some levity going, or maybe he's being incredibly polite to three men demanding his paycheck. He likely doesn't know what we know - the justification for firing these men. It probably doesn't matter...

... Because Paul brought a baseball bat with him, beating Angelo across the face with it in objection to his 'smart mouth.' Nick is surprised by this, I'm not.

The plan was to scare Skin, apparently. Nick thinks he went way too far, the third guy stands there awkwardly, and Paul justifies his actions in very bad faith. How thin is the line between three men with a baseball scaring someone and actually hitting them with it? Very thin, in my experience, especially factoring in alcohol and threats.

Murray watches the fruits of his lies and stays in his office.

Angelo recovers after a little while, using his X-Men training and stretchy limbs to take the three out. He doesn't lose his cool and he doesn't hurt them badly either. They're almost certainly embarrassed and emasculated, but physically they're fine - especially compared to a baseball bat in the face.

See? Nice guy Angelo.

Sadly, as predicted this does tie into the A plot. Flatscanners is an anti-mutant message board run as a recruitment pipeline for a Purifiers-type group. Nick lost the ability to see his daughter due unpaid child support, and he's angry about the world. That he'd blame his woes on mutants in general is a predictable beat, if a little heavy-handed. This is issue 2 of a 3 or 4 issue arc and some things don't need to be subtle. 'Took my job' is especially loaded as a barely disguised dogwhistle for migrant labour.

Last issue highlighted how an influx of mutants might affect the labor market, using the background of workplace exploitation to ignite conflict. This issue pays off that conflict and touches on how economic insecurity and perceived culpability of the other can translate into anger, violence and radicalisation. A great many studies and analysts link political shifts to the right to economic insecurity, especially in manual workers though that's a macro trend - this focuses on the micro. The personal.

As a poor and angry person I have empathy for all these people (except Murray, fuck him) but more than that they should be angry. Part of the misery of capitalism is its zero-sum nature - for someone to gain, someone must lose. Corporate interests are prioritised over the individual - cost of living rises while wages do not. I don't have a solution to this, but I know it's violence against the working class or minorities. We're all in the same hellscape being shit on by the rich.

[ocstabler]

6x21 Interesting fact, this is the only episode with Elliot in that I skipped. I feared how the drunk driving storyline would go and didn't want to watch it.

Olivia and Elliot are working on a case where drugs are being dealt and sold, but the Elliot is convinced that the people that are suspects are innocent victims rather than criminals.

Fin comes and tells Elliot that Kathleen got picked up for driving drunk and Elliot goes to sort it out. Kathleen gets booked because she doesn't mention who her father but they found the courteesy shield in her wallet. A courtesey shield is used by the union and given to cops to give to their friends and family and gets them out of minor violations. Elliot asks why she didn't tell the officers who he was or cal him and she says she was scared. Elliot consoles her but she says she was scared of what he'd do. I think it's very sweet that Kathleen calls Elliot Daddy when she sees him, and although she says she's scared of what he'd do, I think it relates more to how Elliot's been since the seperation. He's really not handling things very well and I'm sure the kids have seen some of that carried over to home life. His little 'Oh' when she says she was scared of him was so sad.

Kathy comes to the station and the coldness between them is so good considering they have great chemistry. Kathy asks if everything is okay and Elliot says he'll handle it.

Kathy apologises and says that Kathleen went to a party and Elliot questions her allowing Kathleen to go. Kathy reminds him she's 17 years old. He says to take her home and they'll talk about it later.

Kathleen goes to speak to Elliot and he just says goodnight to her (he affectionatly calls her baby and babe in this scene which is very sweet as well, like he's reminding himself that they are his babies) before he goes back and holds out Kathleen's purse and Kathy snatches it from him.

It's very tense and cold between them, they are both clearly very angry still and it's not surprising the kids are playing up because of the tension. We've always seen Elliot being over protective and Kathy a little more lax, so you know if they were living together still he'd have been asking a hundred questions first before letting her go out. I doubt it would change things but she could br drinking because she's also unhappy with her home life right now. Kathy & Elliot don't seem much better off through their split so far.

When Elliot gets back to the station he tells Olivia not to ask. It's very in character for him to not want to talk about what's happening, but we'll find out there's more to it than that later on.

Elliot and Olivia go to speak to the family involved in the case and find the wife, Carol, is dead. And then Olivia finds out the baby of a victim, but possible suspect has also died. Elliot tells Cragen that he thinks the old lady, Jenny, involved in the case wouldn't have the strength to stab someone, but Cragen says you only need one good hit.

They find the Jenny living in a storage unit. They interview her and she admits to killing Carol. But the DNA proves it was a man. She admits it was her son, Kevin who murdered Carol. Kevin turns up and gets angry with his Mother and Elliot has a moment.

Cragen finds him at his locker just staring at nothing. He asks Elliot if he's okay and he just vaguely implies it was a tough one and doesn't say anything else.

He asks what happened at 1-5 two nights ago and Elliot says his kid got in trouble and goes to leave. Cragen asks why he didn't tell him and Elliot says he handled it but Cragen calls Elliot out for getting the cops to make her DUI go away. Cragen says if someone looks, they will find a paper trail. Elliot says he'll take care of it if it comes back to him and Cragen says that others stuck their necks out for him as well. Elliot says they have kids and they'll understand. He goes to leave but Cragen asks if this is the messsage Elliot wants to send to his kids.

Elliot won't back down and says he'd do the same thing again to take care of his family. Casey comes in and interrupts the intense stare down between the two. She says she needs their reports as soon as possible and Cragen says that Stabler will type his report up now.

Another tense scene. I think you can feel the power struggle in this episode, not that Elliot is trying to dominate Cragen in a professional way but that he won't back down over what he believes is the right thing. We see it here and also with the case they're working. I'd say Elliot usually listens and respects Cragen and maybe he starts to act out here, perhaps in a slightly self-sabotage kinda way. He's trying to do the right thing, but for his family over the law and his job and it puts him in a bad position. But as he's also unable to be a father all the time right now, I think it's important to him to be able to 'fix' Kathleen's issue to help prove what a good Dad he is, to Kathy more than anything.

Cragen punishes him here the only way he can, by making him stay and work instead of going home. He obviously knows what's going on with him to a degree, but he can't continually let things slide.

In court, Jenny says she never saw the man who left and won't say it was her son. The case is dismissed.

Elliot says that the Kevin will kee abusing Jenny, but Cragen said they're not social workers. Elliot gets adult protective services to go to visit and he goes with her. But as she has a bed and food, although not a lot, there's nothing that can be done as Jenny won't make a complaint herself. Kevin's lawyer complains about Elliot harrassing his client to Cragen. Elliot says Kevin just wants to keep Jenny at home and Cragen says about Elliot breaking the rules and getting away with it. Cragen tells him to stay away from Kevin.

So he finds Jenny, out in the middle of the night, begging for money. Elliot arrests her so he can take her out of the cold. He see's burns on her and tries to reason with her to turn her son in, but she won't. She asks what he would do if his kids got into trouble. She blames herself for failing her son.

Olivia comes back and had been calling Elliot and found he was still at work. She asks why he didn't tell her what he was doing but says he didn't want her to get into trouble. She asks if he's done anything stupid. He says they just keep losing people and he didn't want another. He says he's taking Jenny back home to her son and tell Liv to go home.

Olivia is clearly worried enough about Elliot that she's checking up on him. She had tried calling him at home and presumably his cell and then found out he'd checked back in at work, so came back to see what he was doing. She's been there when he's been losing it, so she knows pretty well when to step in. Once he leaves she is clearly still concerned about him.

At his locker, with the adorable 'I heart daddy' mirror, Elliot is still clearly unhappy about the case when Liv asks if he wants a way out. She's clearly gone to Fin and the two have worked out that Kevin is still using and set up a trap for him.

Everything goes to plan and Fin says the charge should keep Kevin locked up for about 12 months.

Jenny comes to the station and says about Kevin's arrest and then realises he had something to do with it.

She asks Elliot 'You took my son away. What have I got to live for now?' which seems to be the issue Elliot is having in his life.

His personal life is ruined and he seems to start sabotaging his work life a little. He has no remorse when Cragen reprimands him.

[hangeswif3]

Misunderstanding

Pairing: Hange x reader

Summary: Just Hange being a little very possessive.

This is my first post so I hope you like it :3

“What did you do this time?” Asked Levi to his friend, both watching intently to the scene in front of them.

You were in the bar, chatting happily with an officer that just arrived to the camp that same morning. You were holding a cup, which meant you were drinking, it wasn’t unusual of you but it still was a statement. Hange hated when you got drunk.

It was a party meant to celebrate the Union between Marley and Paradis, welcoming new soldiers from the city and trying to “get to know them better”, but everyone knew it was just a dull excuse to get drunk. The commanders weren’t used to being in these type of celebrations but since it was with the purpose of welcoming new recruits, they had to be there.

Besides, Hange wanted to keep an eye on you.

“Just my job.” replied Hange with a bitter tone.

You see, you were being kind of petty right now. You hadn’t gone to the party with the intention of making your partner jealous, but when the young soldier came to you, you took the opportunity to get back at them for what had happened hours ago.

You had fought. Again.

It wasn’t rare for you two to fight these days, Hange was spending so much time with pieck, a new recruit and a titan shifter, experimenting on her, so she had barely paid any attention to you.

You and Hange had had a relationship for a while now, only a few people knew since they were older than you and they were your commander, so it was only fair that when they decided to ditch you for spending time with someone else you got mad. You felt abandoned. And a little jealous.

When you tried to talked to them about it they just had said that “you were being ridiculous.”

And this is how you ended up here.

“So, how long have you been working here?” Asked the young cadet talking to you. So far you only knew his name was Porco and he wasn’t very fond of the idea of being here now, which was funny because he decided to talk to you.

“I’ve been training since I was 13” you respond without much thought.

You still didn’t know if you liked him, he looked like a good guy, and in a different situation maybe you would be happy to get to know him better but now, you were only here for a reason.

“That’s impressive” he says. You’re not dumb, it’s obvious he was just flirting. “You’re pretty impressive” he continues, giving you a small smirk.

You only smiled back at him, pretending you didn’t know what he was doing.

On the other side of the room you felt Hange’s piercing stare. You haven’t even looked at them since they got here but you felt their eyes on you.

Hange knew what you were doing, but it didn’t stop them from getting mad every time you twirled a piece of your hair and laughed at something Porco had said. They knew they fucked up but weren’t going to admit it that soon.

“Stop staring at your brat, you freak.” commented Levi with a sigh while watching his friend’s eyes completely on you. When he found out about you two, he started calling you “Hange’s brat”. You weren’t even sure if he knew your real name.

“Why is he touching her?” Hange responded without turning to look at Levi. Porco had tried to touch your arm, but you pulled back before he did.

Levi only snorted and whispered a small “crazy” under his breath. He knew the kind of relationship you guys had, but still thought it was stupid when Hange got this jealous over something so small.

You see, Hange was… particularly protective over you, at first it was just that “they wanted to keep you safe” so they wanted to have you always in their sight in missions and in when you when around other people. But then it became a little extra, not everyone knew you were together (sure, your friends knew) but most of the camp didn’t even dare to ask, so that made it more difficult for them to keep the stupid guys who thought that had a chance with you away. Besides, the age difference between you two always has had Hange on edge.

You knew it wasn’t completely healthy, but you didn’t care. Hange was a little possessive, so what? You loved them anyway. You even thought it was hot. Maybe you weren’t healthy either.

So that’s how you ended up in this situation. You were playing with fire and you knew it, it was surprising that Hange didn’t rip you apart from the guy the moment he started talking.

But it was too late now, and you weren’t a coward.

You looked away from Porco and locked eyes with Hange. They were furious, you could see the grip they had in the cup they were holding.

You smiled, and leaned over to Porco to whisper something in his ear without looking away from Hange. You could see something dark passing by their gaze and only for a moment, you got nervous thinking you might have gone too far.

“I’ll go get something to drink, I’ll be right back.” was what you said to Porco.

“Oh… um, yeah. I’ll be here.” he said back and you walked over to the kitchen of the building you were in.

You didn’t make it far though before you felt a grip on your wrist. You fought it at first but when you saw who’s it was you stopped.

“Just walk. If you know what’s good for you” Hange said. They looked angry. Very angry. You didn’t dare to talk back so just let them guide you outside.

It wasn’t long before you reached the entrance. The night was cold and the sky was clear and full of starts. You could hear some faint chattering and music from the party inside.

You were just about to say something when Hange pushed you against the wall, their hand in the side of your head. They were taller than you so you looked up and saw something dangerous in their eyes.

“You think you’re funny huh” they said with an evil smirk. “Trying to make me jealous? Very mature of you.”

You lowkey loved when they were like this, and their words just confirmed that what you did had worked so you decided to play along.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you just said. Looking up at them with your doe eyes, trying to look confused.

You looked so innocent, which only made Hange more jealous when they remembered that guy talking to you. “Don’t play dumb, he was all over you.”

“Who are you talking about?” You replied making a frown.

Hange was losing their patience. They knew you planned this, they knew you weren’t innocent. Looking at your slightly parted lips and the small dress you were wearing only made them wanting to be the only one on your mind.

Hange’s knee went between your legs, surprising you and lifting your dress a little, making you move against their thigh out of instinct. They laughed mockingly and their hand pressed slightly over your neck, keeping themselves still with the other hand on the wall.

They were so close to you, body pressed against yours and it only turned you on more. You two stayed like that for a moment, face so close you could feel their breath, you bit your lip, preparing for whatever they might do next.

Though you didn’t expect what came out of their lips.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” They whispered almost in pain.

“Then show me.” You said silently.

You stumbled a little when their lips where on yours. It was a desperate kiss, a needy kiss. The hand they had in your neck went directly to your waist and putting more pressure between your thighs. You gasped and they took advantage to enter their tongue. The kiss got more intense and your hands went to Hange’s hair. You separated, gasping for air, both when you went back for another kiss Hange stopped you, putting a hand in your neck again.

They took a moment to admire you. You looked so pretty like that to them. Your hair a mess and your needy look. So innocent. So perfect.

“You love me, right?” They whispered.

“I love you.” You responded, trying to lean back for another kiss but Hange stopped you again.

“If you pull something like that again I won’t be so gentle, princess” they said with a warning tone. “You’re mine, don’t forget that.”

And with that, they turned around and went back to the party. Leaving you there as if nothing happened.

You knew they just wanted to turn you on and then leaving you. It was your punishment.

Oh how you hated them.

[thecunnydiaries]

1842 January 1st Saturday

Was ushered in with joviality and hilarity; I hope it will go out so. Day very fine and a perfect Calm: no opening in the ice. During the day cleared away a four corner Ground and sKittle Alley on the ice, also a ring for a jingling match and a ball room for the Officers.

At 9 PM, on a Gun being fired from the "Erebus" a Silk Union jack Royal Standard & Ensin was hoisted on the ice and a Royal Salute was fired by a party of Seamen with Muskets who were acting "soldiers" headed by Mr Oakly and presented a most Ludicruous and Laughable appearance. The Officers drunk H Majesties health in Champagne and the Ships Company spliced the Main brace and drank her health with I dont Know how many cheers. After which dancing commenced and was Kept until midnight when Sunday morning walked in and hauled down the colors, and dispersed the Company. The jingling match afforded a deal of amusement: we in all spent a very happy New Years day Considering where we were and every officer deserves credit for endevouring to make every one comfortable.

(J.E. Davis, 1848)

Campbell's notes:

‘Jingling match. a diversion in which all the players are blindfolded except one, who keeps ringing a bell in each hand, while the others try to catch him.’ OED.

C. J. Sullivan, SPRI MS 367/22. ‘we kept up Dancing until 5 oclock in the morning When it ended with three or four Pugilistic matches in the Forecastle which peaceably Ended… The Games went off well, the Exhibition in the circus far Exceeded the Waltzing in the Ball room. James Savage carried the prize in the Bag. Jatter Welsh half strangled the pig and Bandy carried the prize for the pole. When the Essence of the Barley heated our Gents the Snow Balls went flying. After a round of coffee they withdrew from this Rare Scene of mirth So that the Tavern Tap and ball Room half Empty bottles in fact the whole ice berg belonged to our Jolly Tars until morning.’

Davis. Letter. pp. 13–15. ‘We all dined together in the gun-room, and after dinner, at about eight in the evening, we all went to a ball on the ice, a ball-room having been previously cut, with sofas all round, of course all made of snow. Flag-staffs were planted with the Royal Standard; two or three silk Union Jacks, besides other flags, presenting, I assure you, a very gay appearance. I must mention the sign-boards (for it was supposed to be an inn): one was The “Erebus and Terror”, and the other, rigged on a boat-hook staff and an ice-axe, presented the figure of Bacchus in one corner and Britannia in another, and something else equally fine in the others … But in the centre was painted The “Pilgrims of the Ocean”, and on the reverse … The “Pioneers of Science”, at which Captain Ross was greatly amused. On the signal being given (a gun from the Erebus) the two Captains made their appearance (under a rather irregular salute of musketry from a party of the men rigged as a guard of honour) and took their seats on a raised snow sofa, and soon after the ball commenced. Of course Captain Crozier and Miss Ross opened the ball with a quadrille; after that we had reels and country dances…. Ladies fainting with cigars in their mouths, to cure which the gentlemen would politely thrust a piece of ice down her back. But it would require a ��Boz” to give any idea of the ridiculous scene; it was beyond all description, and the best of it was there was not an ill word the whole time, although there were some very heavy falls and many a sore face from the blows of the snowballs.’

[wisteriagoesvroom]

unnecessarily specific headcanons for college!AU f1 drivers, part 1

charles

- major: marine biology

- always asks you to save you a seat at the caf and watch his bag then disappears for an hour and a half. when you have to run to your next class you find him on the quad and he’s made four new friends and is playing football and is super apologetic that he forgot his bag. you only forgive him because he’s so charming

- dorm room is a bit of a disaster. sports and pop culture memorabilia everywhere with no particular regard for look or feel, it’s just vibes

- makes music in his free time tho is not above making people listen to his lofi mixes on ableton

- has a t shirt tan from always being out doing fieldwork

- doesn’t make a big deal about studying but is constantly on JSTOR and tops classes rankings all the time. knows the librarians on a first name basis. crosses over with max in a lecture and ends up debating him every lesson about some soil degradation minutiae that runs way beyond class time

- often forgets to call his family, but when they do speak, the conversations last hours

- flirts with anything that moves. knows he can cash in the relationship capital at some point but it’s not malicious, just strategic

- is close friends with Pierre. they constantly speak rapid fire French to each other and gossiping about people in front of them when they think nobody understands

- definitely gets caught by the local paper for climbing the historical bell tower on the last day before graduation

max

- major: geography

- writes a shockingly good first year thesis. so good that he fucks over the bell curve for everyone else and thus alienates most people

- blatantly abuses the open office hours to go argue with the profs about pedantic points from their seminars. they actually fear him and respect him in equal regard

- will talk about the geographies of war and peace in such unnecessary detail that most people at student parties know to avoid him so as not to get maxsplained at the fruit punch

- knows only how to make 5 dishes and keeps making the same few (one of them has potatoes and raisins in it. his dorm mates do not know how to feel).

- is all about efficiency. definitely abuses a 12-in-1 shampoo and this is a detail he will never live down even when everyone graduates. at one point he resorts to eating “prepacked food” until someone (probably his TA Daniel) points out that those are army rations that you normally heat up in like, the desert

- spots a statistical error in one of the papers in year end finals, and correctly challenges their prof wolff on it. prof wolff doesn’t like that one bit.

george

- major: finance

- head of student union and will not shut up about it

- won on a platform that de-emphasised radical politics in favour of “real hard hitting issues that affect our campus welfare” including alumni fundraising

- is in fact very close with the alumni. so much so they find him annoying but will still donate every time he asks them to open their pockets for better decor in the dorms or whatever

- will one day end up running the regional arm of a Fortune 500 investment bank, before he runs for political office because someone told him he couldn’t do it and he wanted to prove a point

- gets too drunk one day and ends up running half-clothed around the quad singing adele very off key. will pay a PR specialist a huge sum when he’s older to have this scrubbed from the internet

- his friend Alex teases him about his swottiness constantly. alex is not part of the student union but somehow everyone on campus knows him anyway and loves him

alex

- major: maths and statistics

- is such a nice dude that the cafeteria workers actually smuggle him secret (and more ethnic) food on the side

- will quietly put his hand up in a lecture and say “respectfully, this is why the combinatronics sequence should be…” and is usually right

- one of the very few members of the overwhelmingly white college campus who can dance, and meets his partner lily at the ballroom dance club or something. has waltzed with George when drunk too. (Alex leads. George is not really happy about it)

- keeps a running excel sheet of who wins the drinking games at the silverstone dorm, where the gang regularly meets

- got in on an aid scholarship and never brags about it. but everyone is aware and knows he is one of the best people ever.

- posts a lot of BeReals about his cat who he misses dearly

I could do more of these but i will stop for now because I don’t know who else wants to read these extremely self-indulgent brainrot thoughts 🤷🏻‍♀️

(i was self indulgent. part 2 here.)

[stephensmithuk]

The Valley of Fear: Danger

The Pinkerton agency had been established in 1850 and would play a key role in the real Molly Maguires case.

People in the telegraph services, like Western Union, would have access to a vast array of valuable information. Even when encoded or enciphered, you can still get a decent amount of intelligence just from the traffic flow and it forms a key part of signals intelligence. Of course, you might not get the right intelligence - see the Able Archer 83 communications exercise where the USSR believed NATO was planning a nuclear attack; if they had been able to read the actual content, they would have seen "EXERCISE EXERCISE EXERCISE" at the start and end of each message.

There was no legal prohibition in the US on "insider trading" until 1909, when it was deemed by the US Supreme Court as a type of fraud.

It would not be legislatively prohibited until 1933. The UK did not ban it until 1980!

“Self-protection is no murder, anyhow,”

I don't think this really falls under the definition of "self-defence".

Every paper which would incriminate him was destroyed before he left the house. 

A lot of the time, it is the paper trail that gets you in cases like this.

"Acushla" is basically Irish for "darling":

I assume that a "felon's cell" was a prison cell intended for one person, as opposed to something like the "drunk tank". The British police do not do the latter; you would be put in a regular cell.

Telegraphy was a common way for journalists to file stories at this time; there could be big queues at an office when something major had happened in a small community.

[devinescribe]

We become We

Sejanus Plinth x Reader

Based off of the song we become we from the musical the journey to Bethlehem. I’m not religious but it’s a bop

Warnings: arranged marriage but it’s Sej so it’s fluff

The Plinth family and the L/N family.

Two of the most powerful and richest families in the Capitol.

So it made perfect sense to them to arrange a marriage between their two children.

Sejanus, the Plinth’s only son, and Y/N, the L/N’s only daughter.

While the two didn’t dislike each other, it was awkward. They had moved into an lavish apartment together and getting used to being married was quite the adjustment.

Sejanus had been crushing on her since he moved to the Capitol. Of course, marrying the beautiful woman had been a dream. But in his dreams and imagination he asked you properly.

You had thought the Plinth boy was cute. At least he was sweet. He was thoughtful. And it was obvious he adored you even if you didn’t show him the same affection. It wasn’t as if you didn’t like him. But… you were scared.

What if you fell in love and it soured? You’d still have to remain married. You didn’t want to ruin him.

“Oh, let me get that,” he smiled, grabbing the book you had been reaching for.

You blushed.

That dopey grin he gave you was enough to make you melt every time.

“Thank you Sej… that’s very sweet of you,” you said as you both walked out of the office room.

His hand reached for yours and you instinctively pulled away. Softly you placed your hand in his as you two walked to the bedroom.

You sat on the bed. It was huge. Much too big. But you couldn’t ask Sejanus to get closer. You were too embarrassed.

You didn’t want to hurt him, but you hiding your feelings made him feel worse.

Instead of going to his side of the bed, he sat besides you.

��Can we… become we?” He asked shyly.

“What? What do you mean Sej?” You questioned, looking up at him.

Those eyes would make him melt no matter how long he stared into them.

“No longer known as just you and me, two separate lives now in unity… I know we’re stuck here together but, will this always be just an arrangement?”

You were shocked.

“I know… it’s dumb… but I’ve always liked you. And honestly being married to you has been a goal in my life… but only if you wanted to… our parents kind of screwed that up,” he muttered, fidgeting with his hands and the simple band that was on his finger.

The band that matched yours.

He wanted to… have a relationship? Why hadn’t he asked you out in Academy? You had always been caught staring at him and you wondered now why he didn’t talk to you.

“Can we become more than half of a union we're chosen for? Where I am your best half…” You asked, a blush adorning your face as you looked to the boy.

“And I am yours.”

“We’re stuck here forever… and hopefully not ending in estrangement…”

——

You hated these fancy galas. Your corset felt too tight, your heels uncomfortable, and your hair felt uncomfortable.

“You look absolutely beautiful…” he mumbled into your ear, offering his arm to you.

You took it and smiled.

“And you look so dashing…”

The night was filled with some of the richest people making comments and getting drunk.

You heard the band hired start to play a waltz and your eyes sparkled. Sejanus saw this and remembered the night he came home late, watching you dance a waltz by yourself in the living room.

“Care to dance?” He asked, extending a hand.

You smiled, one of the biggest and most genuine smiles he had seen you give in a while.

You grabbed his hand as he lead you to the floor, beginning the waltz with you.

It’s the step of faith we have to take sometimes

As you two danced across the ballroom you couldn’t help but notice how he looked at you. There was so much love and adoration in his eyes.

And you looked at him the same way in that moment.

“Will this always be just an arrangement?” You whispered to him.

“Well find out in time if we don’t break it… there’s no rush dear…” he whispered back, placing a kiss on your forehead.

——

At home, he helped loosen the corset, and take those uncomfortable heels off.

You sighed in relief as you changed into a silky nightgown. Getting into bed, you saw Sejanus already there.

Crawling through the sheets, you curled up next to him.

“Can mine become yours… combining our dreams without keeping score?” You whispered as he turned to face you.

He smiled sleepily and grabbed your hand.

“This will never work out without each other… I don’t want you to rush yourself into it because I mentioned it. I want you to be comfortable with it,” he whispered. “Now let’s get to be… you’re obviously sleep deprived if you want to cuddle up with me-“

“I’ve wanted to… it’s cold at night… just didn’t know how to ask,” you blurt out.

There’s a small silence before Sejanus laughs.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you hear the sound. It’s angelic.

He gently wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.

You feel guilty. Someone as good as him deserved someone who was sure of their feelings. Well you were sure of your feelings, but you didn’t want to hurt him….

“Can we become we? Start a new line on this family tree…” he mumbled sleepily against your neck.

The idea was sweet. Having a family with Sejanus. He would be an amazing father. He was sweet and patient, loving and caring. You couldn’t help but let your mind drift to thoughts of this.

“Two hearts connected by one beat… your hand in mine… you’re to good for me. Too sweet. I don’t deserve you or how you are. I’ve been so scared to… let you in… I don’t… I don’t want us to fall in love and it be soured later in life-“ you started.

“I could never choose to love another,” he whispered, tracing patterns on the exposed skin on your arms, his touch sending goosebumps down your body.

“Maybe one day I could… learn to love you too,” you whispered, tears in your eyes.

“Take as long as you need… I’ll adore you today…” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Tomorrow.” A kiss pressed to your temple.

“And till my bones are reclaimed by the earth.” A kiss pressed to your hand.

“I will wait as long as you need. Because I love you, (Y/N) L/N.”

The silence in the room grew and you turned in his arms, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I’ve always adored you… I thought that would make you pull away…” you mumbled. “I… I love you too… Sejanus Plinth…”

[ukrfeminism]

5 minute read

A woman was sexually harassed by a firefighter as he responded to a blaze at her home, as he asked her 'why are you single?' and suggested he call around again after his shift had finished. 

The mother of one said the Cheshire Fire and Rescue Service watch manager's "predatory" and "insidious" advances left her feeling “really uneasy” at a time when she was at her most vulnerable – alone in the house with her daughter and dressed only in a dressing gown. 

The woman, who did not want to be named for fear of reprisals, was prompted to speak out about the incident for the first time after learning the man had since been promoted.

“He was behaving like he was drunk in a bar, being quite laddish and strutting around the house,” the now-46-year-old told The Independent. 

“He kept commenting on me being a single parent. He said it at least three times. One time he turned to his colleague and said, ‘Oh, she’s single.’ Later [asking] ‘So, why are you single?’”

It comes after an HM Inspectorate of Constabulary and Fire and Rescue Services (HMICFRS) report, published in March, warned discrimination, bullying and harassment were rife in fire services after a review uncovered incidents in which firefighters “acted out a rape” and used the n-word.

In response, The Fire Brigades Union (FBU) on Wednesday launched a drive to tackle “decades of harassment, bullying and discrimination” in the fire service following multiple damning reports. The union pledged to create its own set of reforms, as it slammed failures as going “right to the very top of fire service management”.

Describing her experience in 2016, the woman said she was with her then-six-year-old daughter when a fire broke out in her garage at night. 

Neighbours alerted the fire service after spotting the flames and the pair escaped the blaze safely. But the unwelcome advances of the fire officer began when the watch manager and two other fire officers went into her home to do safety checks.

“He was looking at photos on my walls and commenting on what my friends looked like,” she said. 

“He offered to call round after his shift. He didn’t imply anything but to check on me - but it just felt a bit odd. I wouldn't imagine that is protocol.

”It felt really unprofessional, and the fact that he was the watch manager left me feeling really uneasy.”

The woman said she minimised her experience at the time but someone who witnessed what happened later approached her to raise concern, saying: “He was really inappropriate with you.” 

The woman said this validation of her experience encouraged her to make a formal complaint.

The station manager later visited her home to take down details of what had happened and she received a letter of apology letter from the watch manager. 

Although, rather than an admission of guilt, she said it was phrased in a way that implied “sorry if I made you feel that way”.

Beyond that letter, the woman said she does not know if any other action was taken. 

The man is still working at Cheshire Fire and Rescue Service and, according to his online profile, has since been promoted. 

That knowledge made the woman "hope I never ever have another fire”.

Alex Waller, chief fire officer and chief executive of Cheshire Fire and Rescue Service, said of the woman's case: “A station manager swiftly investigated the complaint in line with procedure and found the watch manager's behaviour fell short of our expected behaviours and values. Proportionate action was taken and he apologised to the complainant.”

Reacting to the woman's case, HM Inspector of Fire and Rescue Services Roy Wilsher told The Independent “the public should be able to trust fire and rescue staff implicitly”.

“There is no room in any service for someone who behaves inappropriately or perpetuates toxic culture,” he added.

The HMICFRS has called for greater transparency on sexual harassment within the service, telling The Independent that no official body currently collates figures on such complaints and called on the Home Office to do so. 

Most individual fire services appear not to publish the information either, although the London Fire Brigade began doing so in November after a separate independent review found it was “institutionally misogynist and racist”.

The National Fire Chiefs Council confirmed to The Independent that while a national code of ethics was published in 2021 there is no independent national body that deals with issues raised about the fire service. Instead, each service acts as its own employer with its own disciplinary procedures, dealing with issues internally.

FBU General Secretary Matt Wrack revealed the union will launch its own set of standards on equalities and will hold fire services to account against these. He added it will launch a nationwide poster campaign aimed at changing the conversation around discrimination in the service.

The Home Office told The Independent it was “carefully considering the [HMICFRS] report’s deeply concerning findings”.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"The female isn't yours to objectify, not in art nor anywhere else!"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's rich coming from you, Tequila. You had some pretty wild views about women last weekend..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I don't know where he picked up these views, but wherever it was, he seems to be sincere about them."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that mixing art and sex can make you fucking *rich*. Just don't go on a jog, unleashing a cascade of doom that washes it all away."

2. "What's up with the tracksuit?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "What? You never seen 100% Lickra(TM) before? Go on, feel that primo material." The man extends his arm...

Touch it.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Pretty nice, huh? This might be one of the last of its kind. Should probably be in a museum, honestly." He takes another sip.

INTERFACING [Impossible: Failure] - Good god, it's nearly impossible to describe how dirty this texture is. It's like rubbing two jellyfish skins together. You feel about 15% less human for having touched it.

-1 Morale

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - Randomized trials have also found Lickra(TM) to be associated with a number of exotic, highly malignant cancers. So you also have that to look forward to.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Easy: Success] - And then there's the smell, but you don't even want to think about that.

ROSEMARY - "Wow, you're lucky. He never lets me feel it."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's because your paws are fucking filthy, Rosie! We're right next to the bay, you could wash them anytime."

3. "What about the other drunks?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "My fellow members of the Union of Moribund Alcoholics? They're exactly what they look like."

ROSEMARY - "'Ey! Tequila! You wanna buy some speed?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Shut the fuck up, Rosemary! He's a cop, remember?"

ROSEMARY - "I thought he was a cool cop."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't call Abigail!"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "And this is Abs." He points to the man in the pipe. "So yeah, that's basically us. We drink together."

4. "What's this about a lost jacket?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Tequila, it's a verifiable tragedy. It was practically brand new. Sure, it didn't really go with my Lickra(TM) threads, but it did itch a lot less..."

"Say, you're a detective, right?" He looks at you, bleary-eyed. "Maybe you can help ol' Doom Spiral out… solve the case of the missing jacket! What do you say, Tequila?"

"Wait. You're asking a police officer to help find a jacket you stole and then lost?"

"Okay, sure. Where'd you lose it?"

"I don't have time for this."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Yeah, exactly. You're here to serve, right?"

2. "Okay, sure. Where'd you lose it?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "If I knew where I lost it don't you think I'd have it? I mean -- maybe I was up by the boardwalk? Or walking along the beach? Or checking out the abandoned fish market?"

"That's a lot of places."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Somewhere north of here, that's for sure. You could ask around, see if anyone's seen it."

New task: Find Idiot Doom Spiral's jacket

5. "Let me ask you something else." (Conclude.)

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I'm all ears, Tequila."

4. "Have you got any more stories?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I do -- but as you can see my fuel tank is running quite low, if you catch my drift..." He spins the bottle in his hand. Not a single drop of liquid remains.

"I don't have any on me right now."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Cotton mouth is keeping my tongue imprisoned." He shrugs his shoulders dramatically.

3. "Be seein' you." [Leave.]

ROSEMARY - "Good to see you, friend! Do I have *deals* set up for you, buddy-boy!" He spreads his arms as if wanting to embrace you.

"What are you talking about?"

"Good to see you too, friend."

"I'm a police officer, not your friend."

ROSEMARY - "So whadda'ya want?" He tilts his head. "I got smokes. They're cheap. Very cheap. I got pilsner. Great deal. You won't get a better deal on that piss... Spirits I can let go for 300 reál. I also have speed. And by *speed* I mean amphetamine."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - See, there it is, bratushka! -- you feel your necktie *strangle* you with excitement -- the *spirit*! Let's buy the spirit! 300 reál is a lot, but this has to be done.

It's our END GAME.

This is just another stupid drunk idea I'm having, that I'm attributing to my necktie.

This is the mystery and the truth and I need to buy that spirit.

What if I don't want to listen to my necktie anymore?

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Bratan, you don't understand. It's not just another drink. This is what our relationship has been building towards all these years. This is the climax. The mystery. The virginal sigh.

You *have* to buy it from him. Get it off him. Kill him, if you have to. Our ultimate fate depends on it. And the fate of *many worlds*.

New task: Spirit is eternal

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant looks at you looking at the bottle of spirits. Then at Rosemary, suspiciously.

So, we can buy cheap drugs from Rosemary, including more alcohol if we want to immediately pass it on to Doom Spiral. We very obviously cannot afford the 300 reál spirits.

"Amphetamine?"

"Quite the business venture you've set up here."

"Why does the bottle of spirits cost 300 reál?"

[300 reál] "Here's the money for the spirits."

[2 reál] "I want a pack of smokes."

[1.50 reál] "Here's the money for a pilsner."

[15 reál] "Sell me some speed."

"I'm off." [Leave.]

ROSEMARY - "Aye, by amphetamine I mean speed."

"I think you didn't hear me, when I said I'm a police officer."

"I thought by speed you meant amphetamine?"

"Right. Got it."

ROSEMARY - "Sure did, buddy-boy," he taps the side of his nose. "That's why I said amphetamine. I mean speed. I mean amphetamine. I got both."

"I thought by speed you meant amphetamine?"

ROSEMARY - "Aye, 's'what I said."

"Right. Got it."

ROSEMARY - "Good-good, my man." He takes a chug from his beer bottle. "Now what can I offer ya?"

2. "Quite the business venture you've set up here."

ROSEMARY - "Oh..." He gets a proud gleam in his eyes. "The system's been good to old Rosemary here and I'm milkin' 'er like a bitch goat in the backyard."

"What do you mean?"

ROSEMARY - "You see, friend," he raises his index finger, "man makes his own luck -- and I made mine real good. Got my hands on three bottles of *liqueur exquise*, sold two to the fellows around here and *immediately* invested the profit."

"Bought cigarettes, bought beer, even bought a bit of speed. And look at me now… I got everyone on my hook." He spreads his arms and smiles a crooked toothless smile.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - The hook -- where is it? I can't see it.

[chacusha]

The Orville thoughts

Okay, basically, most of my reaction to watching the first few minutes of this show is "How is this legal?!" Like, people weren't kidding when they said this show is more Star Trek than modern Star Trek...

(I haven't seen this many Star Trek alumni in one place since Disney's Gargoyles! :V Seriously, my face when I saw Penny Johnson Jerald!)

More thoughts:

This show really GETS the value of opening episodes with senior officers engaging in some wacky off-duty bullshit before getting called to the bridge.

This show also GETS the value of showing events happening in bright, clear lighting. Even if this makes the cheesiness of the costumes, locations, and special effects more apparent, it also makes for clearer action too, so very much worth it overall IMO.

It is so bro-y, though. So, so bro-y. I think I might have died during the "astrology sucks" episode.

Also, I feel like Kelly Grayson's character is like the embodiment of the Cool Girl archetype (bro version)? Effortlessly pretty, always willing to get drunk and party (never in an ugly or unappealing sort of way, though), always on Ed's (quite bro-y) level when it comes to humor and hobbies and interests (you know, except for that One Time She Betrayed Him).

Also, there is so much weird "women are emotional and men are logical" and other gender essentialism going on in this show that I'm not even going to go near that... Other than to note that a lot of the issues around the depiction of Moclan culture and the relationship between the Federation Union and Moclus in the show suffers from an ultimately patriarchal sort of approach to feminism.

I might be a bit feral for Claire and Isaac's relationship, though. A lot of the elements of The Orville seem to be a direct reference to Star Trek (especially TNG). As part of that, Isaac is clearly a Data expy (except with a robot superiority complex and therefore very much NOT The Nicest Boy, unlike how Data is), but I appreciate the differences here -- that they weren't afraid to give the Data expy character a romantic plotline (quite similar to the Data episode "In Theory," which ultimately shied away from having Data successfully be in a romantic relationship). I appreciate this plotline as the path not taken there!

Overall, I think this show is surprsingly good at doing sincere emotional moments (which is unexpected given Seth Macfarlane's oeuvre), but terrible at doing politics/philosophical debates/legal drama. (Like, some of the arguments made during these sci-fi issue debates are often so bad/shallow/missing the point, it's a bit cringeworthy.) Which is quite ironic given above-mentioned weird gender essentialism going on in the writing of the show!

That said, even though I would say the politics of The Orville is only OK (I would describe it as trying to live up to Star Trek but distinctly "Reddit atheist" in its aesthetic and political leanings), at least The Orville TRIES to do philosophical debate plotlines (i.e. episodes where the whole conflict/source of tension is an ethical puzzle and one that isn't a painfully easy "obviously good position vs. obviously evil position" ethical "debate" such as "is genocide good? please discuss" or "which is better: doing science or waging war? discuss"), which is something that modern Trek seems to have kind of given up on. And often the politics here, even if not particularly great, still have a distinctly progressive lean, which is better than shows like Picard, for example.

Sometimes it's hard for me to tell what in this show is meant to be a sudden change in creative vision, hastily executed, and what is meant to be a purposeful reference to TNG's (own hastily-executed) writing. For example, the black officer at the conn who suddenly gets promoted to chief of engineering? The show deciding they needed to switch directions with this character and give him more to do, or is John LaMarr a big reference to Geordi La Forge? The female security officer getting suddenly put on a bus -- a reference to what happened to Tasha Yar, or an indication of behind-the-scenes conflict? (Whatever the intention is, the writing here, while hasty, is still overall better done than those bumpy early parts of TNG.)

Another good thing about this show is that it has a good, very likable/charming mauve shirt cast, which it treats pretty well. Which, again, is more than what can be said about a lot of modern Trek, which either has very flat and boring mauve shirts, or kills them off for cheap drama (or, frequently, both, which is hilarious -- like, sure, maybe this mauve shirt dying would have some emotional weight on this show if they literally had a personality or were given anything interesting to do before this episode, but they weren't, so... 🤷).

I was looking at reviews this show got, and apparently it was quite poorly reviewed in the first season, but got better reception in later seasons. I guess this makes sense as the first season was kind of stuck in that weird area between irony-filled parody, fawning homage, and just trying earnestly to bring more Star Trek-type entertainment into the world. People seemed to think it found its footing by jettisoning some of the edgier and irreverent parody aspects in favor of straightforward earnesty, but I also kind of wonder if what happened was more like as Star Trek shows started getting worse around it (Discovery declining in quality; Picard just... being Picard....; Strange New Worlds being distinctively, like, just OK; Lower Decks being fine while avoiding serious/philosophical plotlines; Prodigy also being fine but for kids), having something that didn't shy away from the aesthetics, sci-fi worldbuilding + cosmopolitics, and self-contained plots of TNG felt refreshing? Like The Orville seemed to find its niche largely by just keeping going with what it was doing, while nuTrek failed to fill or offer anything in that highly-coveted niche aside from the perfectly passable but somewhat bland SNW.

So yeah, overall, this show falls quite short of meeting the bar of "more 90s Star Trek for you to watch," but it benefits from sincerely trying to be that, including not being afraid to do entirely new worldbuilding and political-balance-of-power within its own new universe. Or trying to create plots that tackle social issues not handled before by 90s Star Trek shows. In that sense, it keeps quite well with the original spirit of Star Trek even if it doesn't quite get there. There are some updates here as well due to being made several decades later, like more casual depictions of LGBT relationships, more variety in the alien designs, and more smoothness to the writing in general (like more coherent episode plots and character arcs). Overall, I felt the show very worth watching although quite "pointy" in quality (i.e. does some things really, really great, while doing others very poorly) and just very refreshing in the current nuTrek environment. (But with Discovery regaining its footing, maybe that will change!)

[kumtrina]

This is the list of things my sister wanted her wife to do to me. Astrid was the architect of the sex I was going to have with her wife. Of greatest note is that my sister-in-law has a dick but these rarely mention it. They mention her cum but all the dick I was supposed to take was mostly toys. But that’s not how the date went. Here are the differences and the parts we did do.

1. This is the only mention of her using her dick on me and she followed number one to every letter. The moment I entered the Airbnb she ripped off my panties and fingered me hard. I was already soaked and that turned her own so she was immediately rough. I came hard and fast. I keep an 8” dildo in my purse and she made me get it out and ride it on the hardwood floor. I did and she immediately stood over me, her dick out, fucking down my mouth into my neck. I didn’t do much humping bc my sister’s wife is tall and thick and she was forcibly fucking my face. I was more like pinned between two cockfuckings. And the deeper she pressed into my neck the deeper the dildo penetrated my pussyguts. I had only been at her house for three minutes. I pushed on her stomach to get that dick out of my neck and told her I was about to cum. I lose control when I cum and didn’t want to bite her dick off. After saying this, she asked if she could fuck me in my pussy and I said yes hurry. She pushed me off the dildo and onto my back. She mounted me, shoved her hardest dick up my wettest pussy. I came on her dick in one plunge. She kept pumping away at me, adding her own cum to my cumming pussy about halfway through my orgasm. I started cumming harder once I felt her cum taking over the free space in our tight union. I’ve never cummed harder and our date was just starting. He kissed me as she requested but my pussy was too sensitive and sore for another fingering so I fingered her butthole as we made out.

2. We did coke and edibles instead.

3. Her car was in the garage but we did this. It was extra hotter than my sister intended bc my pussy was plum full of her wife’s cum. She’s just as big of a cum slut as me so she devoured our fuck. She wasn’t she about eating her own cum that’s for goddamn sure. I came hard on the hood of her car, which was actually my sister’s car lol.

4. This was a lot of fun and the hottest thing I got was slutty goth clothes. We were going to role play as my sister in HS.

5. She ripped my panties earlier and I didn’t want to buy more so instead she fucked me in the bathroom and made me walk around the mall with her cum dripping out of me and down my thick thighs.

5. 5 is listed twice bc my sister is a stupid bitch. We got drunk on wine at dinner and flirted with our waiter. I gave her a handjob under the table and he busted us. Asked if we wanted some private space. The GM is his roommate so he took us into the office in the back. My sister in law asked the waiter what he wanted to do to us and he wanted to suck her dick while I sucked his. So we did. Then she got horny watching me suck off the waiter so she fucked me in my pussy while I sucked that guy’s dick. I get really horny sucking dick so my sister in law kept commenting on what a slut I was. From her talking about my pussy, the waiter wanted to see so they traded. He came in my pussy instantly and my sister’s wife licked him out of me until I came on her face. Then I watched her fuck that waiter. First in his mouth then she put on a condom and fucked him in the ass. She dumped the condom into my mouth after she came in it.

6. When we got back to the car we were too exhausted so did more blow. On the way back to the air bnb she pulled my tits out of my top and fondled me while I drove. At a red light she started getting me close to orgasm just from nipple play. Twisting them so hard. Pulling them. Shaking my tits by my nipples. The light turned green but I was too close to cumming to drive. I told him to keep going. Cars were honking when I came loud by my nipples being tortured.

7. She dressed me up gothy like my sister looked in HS and pretended she was my mom’s best friend. That’s who took our girl virginities. We got so horny so fast and she buttfucked me to a cum but left me horny.

8. This one was exact.

9. No dildos but she used her dick to fuck me lots and lots.

10. Neither of us wanted it mean honestly. We were basically making love at this point. Kissing so much. Not just mouth to mouth but mouths to sex parts. So much tonguing and slobber. So much groping and moaning and soft cum.

11. Didn’t do.

12. We showered together and pissed on each other and fucked one big hard one. She came deep in my pussy while saying she wants me to keep it if I got pregnant.

13. Walked me to my car and we made out lots. Pulled my tits out and sucked them in the front yard where any nosy neighbor could be watching.

(I left still horny somehow and fucked a friend on the way home. I think I mostly did it bc I knew Astrid was going to the Airbnb to fuck my new girlfriend. Yeah they are married but we are a couple now too.

Pussysex and hearts are complicated.

[seadem-on]

Activity 1 for the @dollarstrilogyevent - the fiddle player.

He had dreamed so long of being part of an orchestra.

Back in his hometown, there was not much to do in the long evenings for a young man like him - nothing that did not involve getting drunk and being involved in bar fights or meetings with the women who used to entertain soldiers and bounty hunters. He had never been strong enough to fight another man with the chance of winning. As for women, he’d known all of them by their names as they had raised him since he was a little infant - one of them was his mother, he was not sure which one as they all took care of him in the same way and called him sweet, affectionate names.

Since he’d been a little boy he had to find himself something to be occupied with. He’d started knocking together old rusty iron pot lids, and his mothers would sing along obscene tunes which sounded tender and nostalgic to him. Eventually a passing stranger, a paying companion of his mothers who’d end up develop a little affection for him, left him an old scanted fiddle. He’d learned to play by himself, and soon he came to know the instrument like himself, like it had always been part of himself.

In the dimly lit saloons where the boy spent his evenings he would start to play tunes on his fiddle - often merry and entertaining, to light up the spirits of the owner, the workers and the customers alike, to see his mothers dance with their colorful skirts and hear their crackling laughter. Seldom he would play slower, more nostalgic tunes, to keep company to heavy-hearted loners or just for young lovers who wouldn’t not hear music with their ears - being focused only on their partner’s soft whispers - but who would feel it in their hearts.

He would play for the homeless, for the hungry miners, for the children and their mothers, for seamstresses and for the aimless wanderers and fortune seekers. Then the streets and saloons started to welcome more and more the dirty uniforms and boots of the Union troops, whose officers did not like music very much.

He would play for himself, and for his mothers, wandering from village to village ignoring that the thunder of the war was coming tumbling nearer and nearer.

Until one day he was woken up by a boot lightly poking his side - his eyes trailed over the uniform of a Union officer in a black hat, with a cold smile, telling him to get up and follow him. He knew by the sound of the man’s voice it was not an invitation.

He knew would not see his mothers ever again.

They’d brought him to the fort.

His companions were now war prisoners. Old haggard men, wrinkled faces and thin bodies wrapped in their big coats, youngsters slouching in dusty corners with empty eyes, strong men who would soon lose the spring in their step and the glint in their eyes along with their belongings - watches and hats and scarves which a few hours later would appear on the heads and wrists and around the necks of the officers and their friends.

When one of the men who still had the sparkle of life in their eyes protested a little too heatedly, he was escorted by Corporal Wallace to the officer’s log cabin. At the beginning he would not understand what was that for - strangely there was only a still silence coming from the cabin. That was until Corporal Carley gathered him and a few other men in the yard of the camp, equipped them with the instruments they’d been confiscated, and told them to start playing, and to play loud.

The orchestra he’d dreamed to be part of - harmonicas, trombones, flutes, and the chorus - was now a living nightmare. They were forced to play and sing until their fingers were numb and their voices coarse and their faces burnt from the sunlight - louder and louder to cover up the horrific screaming from the cabin, until it stopped, until Wallace had punched out the will to live from a man. This was no music dance to, to drink to, no tune for working people and women in love and sad drunkards - their stage was the scaffold and their audience were a crowd of walking dead.

At night, in the few hours when he got to fall asleep, he’d dreamed of playing his fiddle all alone in the dead silence of the camp. The bow flew over the strings and no tune would come out, but it made no difference because there was no one to hear it - the only sound filling the air being loud, broken screams of pain.

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Unbury the Bones: a Beyond Evil x Detroit Become Human fic

Prologue:

The first android police officers had been active in Seoul, and they largely stayed there. Everyone in Manyang knew that. They also knew that Lee Dongsik’s partner, some young kid who’d managed to stick it out with that lunatic, had gotten killed during a hostage situation one wet August night while Dongsik was still stuck in traffic. In his absence, the order was given to send in a negotiator, and that negotiator had been an android. No one really liked to talk about what had happened next.

Still, it wasn’t like Lee Dongsik had to worry about any of that now he had moved back to Manyang amidst dubious welcome. Androids weren’t a common thing around here. It seemed inconceivable that people in town would want—or need—that kind of assistance in their lives, which was what androids were supposedly for. It wasn’t just the cost (although with the increase in models and popularities, cheaper ones were coming on the market all the time), androids risked a hostile welcome in their little town—the damn androids took jobs, even farm jobs, and lucrative work was hard enough to come by around here. They didn’t complain, didn’t organize unions, could work for days with no decline in their job performance. And they looked so lifelike. It was creepy.

The exception proving the rule was the early-model, battered-looking android that had worked at the grocery store for years, and there were still those who gave it a wide berth—although general consensus was that this was a good thing for Kang Jin-mook, to have some reliable help at the store—what with that loud, flighty daughter of his spending her teens messing around town before swanning off to school in Seoul.

It was concern for Jin-mook that caused Park Jeong-je and Chief Nam to chip in for an RSAA90 for the grocer’s birthday the year that Min-jeong started high school (“this should count for at least the next ten birthdays,” the chief had joked), and despite his obvious initial apprehension, Jin-mook and “Helper” had settled into business just fine. RSAA90 models were built for customer service and light manual labor along with basic cleaning skills, and within a few months the bot’s cheery round face (Jae-Yi claimed it resembled Shindong from the early years of Super Junior) had become such a familiar sight making deliveries around town that older residents often forgot Helper was an android and urged it to stop in to have a drink during its rounds.

No one had dreamed the police in Manyang would get an android. For one thing, why would they need one? The station was over-staffed for the crime they didn’t have, as the most recent case had involved a drunk bar patron instigating a fight after someone had tried to turn down ahis favorite trot song on the radio; this had ended in a broken chair, some tears, and the bar’s new rule (made entirely in petty spite) of playing idol music only.

How would a programmed police android, destined for the violence and population of a city, even know how to deal with the quirks of small-town life? It sounded like a burden, rather than a gift. But Han Kihwan had been insistent in bestowing the HAN1020 on Manyang, where word had it he’d once lived briefly.

Even if the townspeople hadn’t largely disowned their former son twenty years ago, it was unlikely anyone would have dared to tell Lee Dongsik that an android was going to be his new partner on the force.

[forensicated]

The Bill - Series 1

This should have been a 12-episode series, however it was cut short to 11 by the industrial dispute between Thames and a technicians' union meaning only 11 were completed by the time it went to air. The final 12th episode was rewritten to become the final episode of series 2 instead (The Chief Supers Party)

The strike led to an alteration in the order of the series airing for everywhere in the UK that wasn't London. In the London 'Thames' offices, members of the management aired episodes 2 and 3 (A Friend In Need and Clutching At Straws) in their usual timeslot themselves after the technicians had walked out. However at the other ITV companies (Tyne Tees/Yorkshire etc), the technicians refused to play any Thames Television programmes so episodes 2 and 3 aired at the end of the series after The Sweet Smell Of Failure.

The 'station' was a former cigarette packing warehouse in Wapping on the corner of Pennington St (the cobbles in the credits) and Artichoke Hill. It was so small that the offices doubled as production offices. Using an actual building to film in; although rare in the 80s; rather than a set allowed a feel of realism because the cameras could follow actors out of the station and onto the street.

Karen England and Paul Page Hansen are the credits 'walking feet'. They appear as extras in the first series.

Jon Iles (Dashwood) and Tony Scannell (Roach) were only supposed to be in 2 episodes. The actors were so well-liked on set that they remained.

Larry Dann was only given the job as Peters the day before filming of series 1 began because the original actor kept forgetting his lines.

Robert Pugh refused to commit to a series so Galloway was recast and John Salthouse joined the cast.

Peter Ellis originally auditioned to be in CID but it was thought that he was too old. However, TPTB wanted to keep him on board so they cast him as Superintendent Brownlow.

Peter Dean's character, Sgt Wilding, was changed to Eric Richard's character, Sgt Cryer. In the time between the pilot and the series, Dean had joined EastEnders and couldn't commit to The Bill.

Taffy undergoes a complete name change from Dai Morgan to Francis Edwards. In Woodentop he gives his first name as 'Dai' which is Dafydd or David.

I know it's the 80's but it's jarring just how many are smoking and the amount of moustaches - and that's just the women!

They're still known as Uniform Oscar as they were in Woodentop.

Chris Ellison appears in 3 episodes (one this series and two the next) as 'Tommy Burnside' rather than his identical twin brother (!!) Frank as he becomes. Tommy is nothing like Frank, he's more a weedy pain in the arse.

Funny Old Business: Cops And Robbers

Sgt Bob Cryer arrives at work at 6.25am to find a prisoner being loaded into an ambulance after an epileptic fit. Right from the off Bob is shown as warm and well respected. He greets everyone the same, be it CID officers or the cleaner or a secretary (both of whom he says hello to by name). Sgt Alec Peters explains that the station doctor passed the man off as drunk only when he was brought in by Reg and 'PC Burton'. The doctor could be in quite some hot water...

Jim is clearly more at ease now, however, it's not stated in canon how long has passed since Woodentop. Best guesstimates are approximately 1 to 2 months given Woodentop mentioned school holidays would start soon in the briefing and Bob says that the kids are about to return to school. Both Dave and June bring up the youth that Jim clipped round the ear, Viv calls him 'The New Boy', Jim still refers to Hendon exercises as his experience of riots and rough arrests and he is classed as a new face at a cafe uniform frequent when on the beat. Having said all this, Jim makes his first arrest in this episode so it may be even less time!

Jim and June sort of flirt over how much sugar Jim has in his tea. He's a thoroughbred don't you know 😉. Taffy tells JimJim that he reckons June rather fancies him. Jim is not impressed and tells Taffy off for being crude. He insists he doesn't fancy June, that she's still getting over being messed around by Dave and he'd never get involved with anyone from the job. (*cough*)

The series starts to set Taffy up as a bit of a grump from episode 1, a far cry from the "Cheeky Leeky" he was in Woodentop. He has good reason here though as the National Front has been given the go-ahead to march through Sun Hill which means all leave has now been cancelled until further notice. It was due to be June's first weekend off in months so she's doubly unimpressed at JimJim's reasoning that it's the price of democracy. Things have not improved at all between Dave and June. There is however another female PC (not just the unnamed extra Alec 'coorrrrr'ed' at) as Viv has arrived!

Roy has learned from his mistakes from Woodentop and is attending a uniform briefing. He finds it absolutely riveting.

Roy tells uniform to keep an eye out for properties with new double glazing as CID believes they're being targeted in burglaries. He warns them not to touch anything but to remain on scene until CID arrives if they come across one. Bob and Roy have more of a jovial frenemy relationship than Jack and the old Roy did.

"Sometimes Roy, only sometimes, you can be almost human!" Bob is amused when he takes a burglary to Roy that matches the MO that he'd asked uniform to look out for. Roy actually thanks him - now there's a first! Reg takes a man through to see Roy. Later Reg complains to June that Bob is a nosy old git - oh the irony! 😂 "A good Sgt knows everything that goes on in his nick."

Three months of work are paying off for Roy - a team of the same lads from the same company carried out work replacing the windows and doors of a large number of recently burgled properties. The firms managing director tells Roy that the keys are taped to the new doors to avoid getting mixed up - they could easily be taken and made copies of and it would explain why there are no other signs of entry. They wait 4-6 months and then return to the property, letting themselves in by the front door.

Uncle Bob is not too happy to find Jim Jim and Taffy having a water fight in the men's loos after a messy arrest. "Bleedin' Woodentops." he sighs as he watches them go.

June claims Bob won't let her and Viv patrol when the National Front are marching through Sun Hill, claiming that he's such an old mother hen sometimes (again - the irony!). Viv asks her what she thinks of Jim. She reckons he's a bit tasty but they're interrupted by a man reporting that he'd had his pockets picked before June can reply.

Dave is guarding the door of the burgled house, waiting for Roy to arrive. There's a kid who keeps asking them what they're doing. At first they ignore him but Dave tells him in such a quiet and indirect way that he's 'looking for fingerprints' it does make you wonder whether he's just a local kid they allowed to watch 😂 Especially when Roy literally lifts the kid up and moves him aside and they all ignore him for the rest of the scene.

DS Tommy Burnside appears for the first of his three appearances before he becomes DI Frank Burnside in series 4. There's no love lost at all between Tommy and Bob. Tommy insists he'll wait for Roy to return. Unfortunately, Jim's first arrest is a snout of Tommy's and he wants Roy to let him off. Bob tells him it's too late - he's already been nicked and charged. "That's what I like to see, Bob. Co-operation." "Bloody Superstars!"

Roy tells Tommy it's too late as his snout is already in the system. Tommy bluffs that his governor - an old acquaintance of Roy's - won't be happy. Roy pulls him up on it immediately and throws him out of the office. Tommy begs him for a favour and even says please. He explains he's due a result from the snout and the arrest compromises it. He promises they can have him back within a few days. Roy allows him to be released as long as he remains Sun Hill's body. He talks Bob into bailing him for a couple of days because 'he owes him one as does Jim. (In Woodentop this was Jack Wilding rather than Bob who wasn't in the episode). He tells him to bail him whilst 'inquiries are made about the property found in his possession'. "You've got all the answers."

Uniform have been trying to catch a group of pickpocketers for quite some time and so far remain unlucky. Bob and Tom are shocked when a well-to-do man arrives having made a citizens arrest of another man who has badly bleeding fingers. The doctor is called for and it transpires that the prisoner from that morning has passed. The well-to-do man accuses the other of picking his pocket and shows the officers some fish hooks sewn into the lining of his jacket that the man had snagged his fingers on, making them bleed profusely.

Charles and the doctor are old friends and he tries to reassure him that it wasn't his fault. He tells the doctor that a few years ago a woman died because of his actions - or rather his inaction. He reminds him that they are human and that everyone makes mistakes and they just have to find a way to live with it. From what he understands 99% of doctors would have made the same diagnosis with the evidence at hand. The doctor blames himself, claiming it's unforgivable as he classifies it as outright neglect.

Outside in the car, Tommy shows more of a Frank reaction to his snout after he'd had to grovel and eat humble pie to get him bailed. The snout snivels that it won't happen again and is scared of him. What makes it worse for Tommy is that his snout was caught by "A bleedin' Woodentop who's still on probation!", telling him that it'd make him about as useful to him as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest." As they drive by Jim and Taffy, the snout sticks his fingers up at Jim, little knowing he'll be returned to Sun Hill by Tommy to be charged in a couple of days.

[poetzproblem]

Poetz, I have a task for you (if you’re up to completing it!!). Could you list (or do you already have a list) of all the locations that DB Faberry do the deed? Of course there’s the obvious ones like their separate and communal living spaces, Rachel’s dressing rooms, Rachel’s fathers’ home…where else?

I'm afraid I might disappoint you because their list really isn't all that adventurous in terms of location.

Obviously, the beds, showers, living room sofas, chairs, and kitchen tables and counters across three apartments and one house. Also the baby grand piano that goes into their house in Riverdale. Really, they manage to christen every room in that house except their daughters’ bedrooms - and possibly the backyard on one nice summer day. Don't worry, there's a fence.

Rachel’s childhood bedroom in Lima. (But never Quinn’s.)

The guest bedroom and shower at the Berrymen's house in Fairfield. 

Various hotels in many, many cities like Philadelphia, Detroit, Columbus, Los Angeles, Paris, and even New York, including that suite the Plaza with the decadent shower.   

The cottage in East Hampton, both inside and out, fully enjoying the pool and the hot tub.

Dressing rooms at the Palace, Shubert, Winter Garden, Cort, and Ambassador Theatres to name a few. 

Also maybe a quickie or two in the dressing room at the studio where Union City Blues was filmed.

They may have fooled around a bit in Quinn’s (tiny) office at HarperCollins, but they never actually had sex there. They saved the bending over the desktop fantasy for Quinn’s home office at their apartment in the Upper West Side.  

Same with Rachel's trailer on the set of the Confessions film, since they had Calliope when Quinn visited.

Despite what Santana believes, they DO NOT have sex in every bathroom - at least not the public ones, because gross. (Although they might have gotten carried away that one time when they were drunk at that dance club with Santana and Josie.)