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happy pride! 🌈 | sas: rogue heroes edition (insp: ½ + ½)

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What if we imagine our young Jamie and Claire as Adam and Eve? 😊 I think the wedding night is exactly them. 😍 So, here is my version of the biblical theme in outlandish style. Ok, almost outlandish. 😅

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novels read by gossip girl’s audrey hope!

ornament and silence: essays on women’s lives from Edith Wharton to Germaine Greer, by Kennedy Fraser:

the white album, by joan didion:

black swans, by eve babitz:

the complete poems, by anne sexton:

the days of abandonment, by elena ferrante:

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hello fellow gay people i made a uquiz

[thequeenofindie]

Rick & Eve ‘Get A Room’ Scenes 2/???? [The Mummy (1999)]

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More highschool au pics for le fandom!!!

David has a way with dogs.

Eve won’t tell anyone what she does on the weekends.

Sketchy lighting for doing sketchy businesses.

“The fuck did he say to you?!”

Them eyes can make anyone do anything.

“Listen, if you tell ANYONE you saw me, Jordan and Walter in the locker room together.... well let’s just say I know some VERY influential people. Do I make myself clear?” “Y-yes Andre” “It’s Zirnheld to you”

It’s a different A. Allen.

As much Riley as it gets.

And Reggie knows it.

Different style, still the hottest guy in school

It was either this Bruckner picture....

or this one.

*whispers* he’s got a chisel.

Actors and media.

Connor Swindells - Sex Education( 2019-)

Sofia Boutella - Actomic Blonde( 2017)

Stuart Campbell - London Kills( 2019)

Bobby Schofield - Black Sea( 2014)

Jack O’Connell - Unbroken( 2014 )

Dónal Finn - Angel(?)

César Domboy - No Limit( 2022)

Paul Boche - ()

Tom Hygreck - Blockbuster( 2018)

Alfie Allen - ()

Jacob Ifan - ()

Theo Barklem-Biggs - Sliced( 2019-2021)

Jacob McCarthy - ()

Tom Glynn-Carney - The Ferryman( play 2020)

Moritz Jahn - Dark( 2017-2020)

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Welcome to Jarrow High School

A Rumour , A Chicken? And a Date.

Warning: Smut under the cut

Rumours the life line of high school, any school in fact. Be it the famous singer having ribs removed to be able to suck his own dick to the, this person’s, Brother, cousin, pet dog killed someone type rumour.  They were there floating about. Everyone whispering behind each other’s backs. A certain rumour floating around Jallow High was true not that anyone would admit it but those involved certainly knew it to be true.  Names had never been mentioned just that it had been happening.  The rumour?  That certain former Student’s and some current ones were hanging out the back of the school engaging in some very lewd behaviour.  Although that wasn’t quite how a certain sandy haired boy had found out about it or became involved.  

Bill had certainly heard the rumours, but they had been more vulgar in their description. Blow jobs at the back of the school. Pat Riley on his knees for whoever asked?  It couldn’t be true in Bill’s mind. It just seemed to be so absurd. He knew Pat and it didn’t seem like it would be something he would be up to, although Bill wouldn’t mind if it was true as he did have a crush on him.  He had found out by chance really that there was kinda a truth to it. How? you ask? Well Bill was paying a little visit to Dave Kershaw to acquire some weed for the weekend.  He had just turned the corner when he had bumped into Jim who seemed to be keeping an eye out for people. He had tried to stop Bill but he had made it past him and that’s when he saw Pat on his knees in front of Dave and Dave with his hand tangled in Pat’s hair with a look of pure lust on his face.  

He could do nothing but stand there with his mouth wide open in shock. Until Jim had slung an arm over his shoulder and said “Nothing but a bit of stress relief that’s all”.  “N,,No, nothing wrong with that” Bill had stuttered in return. It was a few days after that and after he had gotten over the shock he had gotten brave and texted Pat asking for some stress relief.  It certainly wasn’t how he had imagined being with Pat but being the ever awkward lad that he was it was something. It happened often after that, with Bill sometimes returning the favour.   They had been other’s involved but Bill had a favourite and it wasn’t like the other boy was complaining either. Unbeknown to Bill Fraser quite a few of the school body would have liked to get in his pants but only so far Riley and Almonds had been successful. 

There was only one problem with the boys' activities and the belief that it was only really them that knew.�� A Problem in the shape of a lanky blonde German kid who most people found weird and avoided.  Not that Walter Essner would ever open his mouth and who would believe him anyway.  He had stumbled onto the boys while looking for a quiet place to eat his lunch.  He had heard the moaning and peeked round a corner and saw them at it.  It was a sight that both disgusted and intrigued him.  It wasn’t something he had ever really thought about and certainly not with another man. The sight had bothered him all day, he just couldn’t help thinking about how they had looked and what it must have felt like.  It was also a good piece of information to have on someone. Being the loner he was he however kept this information to himself, only sharing with one person.  Well if you could call Mr Real Thing a person and Walter certainly did.  

Walter had left the school day behind and went straight home and told Mr Real Thing all about what he had seen.  Who exactly Mr Real Thing was, was a mystery to everyone but Walter.  He was his pet, pet chicken.  An Odd choice for a pet but his parents were on a whole self sufficient kick when they had decided to get the chickens and it as it turned out the school boy was the only one who could control them. There had been a sickly one he had nursed back to health and called Mr Real Thing.  He told that damn bird everything.  There had been other things Walter had witnessed and still had to witness but right now it was on what Fraser had been up to with Riley and Almonds.  Even after talking to Mr Real Thing, his mind hadn’t been calm and he had found himself taking matters into his own hands quite literally later that night. 

There was also another rumour that was just plain fact that was known within the wall’s of the school. The little fact that David Stirling had a big fat obvious crush on wild child Eve Mansour. She was pretty and confident in a way that made a lot of people scared of her.  Not David , he was intrigued and would often be found staring at her during classes.  His so-called friends liked to wind him up about it. Telling him he was a coward since he hadn’t even asked her out yet.  He had attempted some very clumsy attempts at flirting with her.  All of which Eve had found amusing. She herself loved winding up David and it was oh so easy today.  He had a great aversion to being embarrassed at the hands of others.  Embarrassment of his own making was completely fine though. 

It had taken Jock Lewes to tell him if he wasn’t going to get his bloody finger out and ask her out, he would.  Jock had absolutely no intention of doing anything of the sort but he had known David the longest out of everyone and knew that David hated to lose or lose at anything. As it turned out this was the exact spurring on that the young man had needed.  So he had found himself hanging around outside the English department waiting for Eve's class to end.  When it did he managed to grab her attention as she left.  “Yes?” she had asked with a cocked eyebrow. “So I was wondering if you would maybe like to go on a date sometime?” he asked.  It was clear to anyone who had eye’s he was trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing but was clearly nervous.  Taking pity and thinking it would be fun Eve answered “Sure, give me your number and I'll call you to arrange it, as I have another class to get to right now”. So with that numerous parties were saved from David’s mooning over Eve for the time being. 

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Last minute shopping, people!

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Why Santa Claus Arrived Early This Year

A few weeks ago, I wrote a story about why I loved living in my apartment in White Rock, and now I have added a new reason for loving where I live. My regular readers know that I am a close friend of Santa Claus and got his permission to represent him as Santa Danny. And here is how and when I found the spirit of Christmas again in 2012.  Several Lower Mainland BC newspapers published the…

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sas: rogue heroes | my fave boys (youtube link)

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Snowed In

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: what happens when you're the last two in the office on Christmas Eve and the roads are closed due to an unexpected blizzard?

Warnings: divorced touch starved hotch, Agent reader, blizzards, alone at Quantico, cuddling, flirting, making out, face sitting, munch hotch, teasing, p in v smut, soft dom hotch, spit, biting, fluffy aftercare

word count: 5.3k

The weather forecast for Christmas Eve didn’t look nice… but you can’t really call out of work at the FBI for ugly weather when there are terrible people out there to catch. And, unlike everyone else who thought it would be smart to head home before the storm, she had paperwork to do.

So by the time her last file was closed, the roads were too. 

The power was still on, and it would stay on thanks to the generator at Quantico and the best part was that the kitchen was newly stocked with snacks. 

She wandered down to the floor 6 break room, which just so happened to be in the BAU bullpen. Everyone had gone home, the desks were empty and the only lights on were in the kitchen area. She took out a mug, flicked on the kettle and started to make herself some toast with one of the many Jams in the fridge. She’s so caught up in her snack that she doesn’t hear a door open, or someone walking down the steps towards her until he's taking a deep breath and scaring the daylights out of her. 

“Oh god,” she jumps, hand on her chest as she turns to him. “Agent Hotchner…” 

“Agent Y/L/N,” he smiles. “Sorry, I thought you knew I was still here.” 

“I figured you went home to your wife—

“Ex-wife,” he sighs, showing his ringless hand. “She has our son this year, I thought I’d catch up on some work and then the snowstorm got… well, you see,” he points to the big glass windows covered in snow. 

“It hasn’t snowed like this here in years,” she shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe we're stuck here…” 

“Well, it’s not like there’s nothing to do,” he teases. “We have a TV, lots of snacks, the power won’t go out on us so it’ll stay warm in here and Daves got a cot in his office if you need a place to sleep…” 

“Oh, thank you,” she’s shocked he’s thinking about her like that. “I didn’t even think about that part.” 

“you’re just hungry?” He teases. “What are you making?” 

“Tea and toast… you want some?” She asks, hopeful he’ll say yes. 

He nods, “I’d love some.” 

They work around the kitchen like a team. She makes the toast, he makes their tea and they share exactly how they like theirs done… and there's a hope in her heart that maybe this is just the first time she makes him a breakfast meal. She’s always found him handsome, everyone in the bureau had, honestly. Not only is he good-looking, he’s strong and smart and kind until he can’t be anymore. And when he’s mean, even that’s a little sexy.

He invites her up to his office where she finds he’s been sitting on his couch, his laptop on his desk, watching old episodes of Fraser… “seriously?” She can’t believe it. 

He blushes a bit, “it’s a good show. I have every season on DVD and this laptop has a disk drive, so…” 

“Honestly, I’ve never really watched it,” she shrugs. “What season are you on?” 

“The first one, I can start it from the beginning again?” 

“No, it’s okay,” she waves it off. “I think I can catch up, you’ll just have to explain some things to me.” 

And so he does, he gives a rundown of the first few episodes. Who Fraser is, his weird brother, his dad and their dad's helper— who his brother eventually falls in love with. It’s a good show. It’s funny, she gets to see Hotch smirk and sometimes, actually, giggle… it’s something she’s not used to. 

In the handful of times she’s worked with the BAU on things, Agent Hotchner has never cracked a smile. Episode after episode, he gets happier and friendlier and she takes that as an invitation to move in closer and closer until their shoulders are touching. And then he lifts his arm to rest it on the back of the couch and she’s even closer to him. His tie is off, his first two buttons are undone… he’s comfortable and handsome as ever and it takes everything in her to watch the show and not stare at him. 

“Do you want to watch another?” He asks in a hushed tone, just for her to hear— as if they weren’t completely alone here. 

She nods, “I can do another.” 

“Cool,” he smiles ever so softly and goes to get up so he can switch the disk to access another 4 episodes.

She watches him take out the old disk, put it back in the case and take out the new one. He places it in the tray, closes the disk drive and watches as it loads up to the title screen again. He hits play, and makes his way back to the couch with a sigh, placing his arm on the back again, just as close to her as last time. 

“This is really nice,” she compliments. “Thanks for making this night fun for me.” 

“I’m actually really glad someone else got snowed in here too,” he teases. 

“I really thought I was alone in here,” she sighs. “I’m so happy I’m not…” 

“Are you happy it’s me?” 

She can’t help but smirk, “Yeah… alone time with Agent Hotchner wasn’t something I ever expected to get.”

“Would you want more?” He asks, staring at her lips. “I mean—

“Yes,” she cuts him off. “If I knew you were single I would’ve asked before…” 

“It’s only been 6 months, we haven’t worked together since then,” he reminds her. “I haven’t— I haven’t even tried to spend time with someone else, yet.”

“But you think you’re ready?” 

He shrugs, “I— I think you’re pretty and you’re nice and we’re here and we’re having a good time…” 

“So are you asking me on a date hotchner, or do you want to bone in your office?” 

He laughs, “Bone? Seriously?” 

“Canoodle, bang, bump uglies, fuck,” she lets out all the slang and he laughs again, good and hard and it’s beautiful. 

She cups his face and he pauses for a moment, “I think I’d like to start with just kissing you.” 

“Okay,” she breathes out as she leans in to kiss him. 

He’s so gentile. His lips are soft, and he’s tentative and reserved. He keeps his hands to himself and lets her set the pace. She never would’ve guessed that making tea and close proximity would lead to kissing the most handsome man she’d ever known in her entire life. When their tongues meet, he finally reaches out for her. Holding her side, he grips her just enough to make her crave more. She moves in closer, desperate to throw her leg over him and sit in his lap… but it’s him who initiates it. 

He tugs her in, helps her settle in his lap and wraps both his hands around her to cradle her body against his. She sighs against him, making him smile into the kiss. She smiles too, coping his face she pulls back to look at him, “I didn’t expect Frasier to be the show that rials you up like this…”

“Well… tossed salads and scrambled eggs are both euphemisms,” he teases.

“How so?” 

He lets out a deep breath through his nose like he doesn’t want to explain it. “The phrase ‘toss my salad’ is slag referring to rim jobs— or really any kind of oral pleasure, I guess…” 

“Oh,” she wasn’t expecting that in the slightest. “And I guess scrambled eggs is how he likes his eggs done in the morning?” 

He nods, “who knows, really? The theme song has never actually been explained but… how do you like your eggs in the morning?” 

“Why? It’s not like you can make me some in the morning,” she teases. 

“Maybe, when the roads are better we can go get breakfast?” He offers. 

“I thought the whole point of the saying was that you’re supposed to make them for me?” She stares him down, hoping to make him laugh… she gets a smirk and a shake of his head as he tries to hold it in. 

“I will make you breakfast, at one of our places, the first chance I get,” he assures. “If… if that’s something you’d like?” 

She nods, “Yes, Aaron, I would love to get to know you more, and spend time with you and see where this goes… I’m literally in your lap right now dying to see what we get up to.” 

“Dying to?” He couldn’t believe those were her words. “Why?” 

She runs her fingers through his hair and then traces down the side of his neck and watches her hands as they trail over his shirt to rest on his chest. “When you look in the mirror in the mornings, do you plan on being the sexiest agent in the building or is this all just a happy accident?” 

He blushes, “I mean, I don’t really plan it— I just put something on and come to work.” 

She just shakes her head and sucks her tongue, “Well I guess now I have to show you just how handsome you are every single day.” 

“And how would you do that?” He asks, gripping her hips a little tighter. 

She leans in and kisses him softly, “You’re so handsome.” She kisses his cheek, “And pretty…” She kisses his jaw, “And cute…” he starts to smile and blush uncontrollably. 

As she goes lower with her kisses, she works on his third shirt button, exposing a bit more of his chest so she can drag her tongue over his collarbone— which makes him toss his head back and whine. “Oh god, you’re so sexy,” she praises. “I want to hear more of your pretty noises.” 

“So we’re doing this?” He asks, looking nervous.

She smiles softly and looks him in the eyes. “Only if you want to, baby,” she whispers. “We can do whatever you’re most comfortable doing, I’m sure this is going to be weird venturing into a new experience for the first time in so long, but we can go as far as you want and stop the moment you don’t want to do it anymore, okay?” 

He nods, “Thank you.” 

“And if you want to stop we can go right back to cuddling and watching the show and we can still go on that breakfast date,” she assures him. “I’m going to want to do that no matter what happens, okay? I like you, not what I can get from you.” 

“You’re so nice,” he swoons a bit. “Seriously, why are you so nice to me?” 

“you’re a good man, I’ve enjoyed working with you… and looking at you,” she teases. “But in all seriousness, you deserve someone to be gentile with you, you’re only so stone-faced at work to protect yourself, I get that, but you deserve some softness too.” 

“I had a feeling you’d be sweet to me,” he whispers, breaking his walls down for her. “I’ve wanted to do this… I’ve wanted to break out of my shell and be with someone new and forget about how much my wife—my ex-wife broke my heart, but I’ve been scared.” 

“It’s a scary thing,” she sympathizes. “But if you want me to be the first one you're with, I’ll be so good to you. I’m going to take care of you and make it fun and easy and soft and-and even if you get emotional or it’s too much, I’m not going to hold it against you.” 

“I want to do this,” he nods, staring at her lips. “I want it to be you who I start over with.” 

“I want to be that for you,” she cups his cheek again and smiles. “Thank you for picking me, Aaron.” 

“Um… I don’t have any condoms,” he warns. “There might be some in Dave's room… maybe Derek's desk?” 

She laughs, “I have some in my purse upstairs, I can go get them?” 

He nods, “Yeah, that would be good and then I can turn this sofa into a bed while you’re gone.” 

“Okay,” she goes to get off him but then stops herself, she leans in and steals on last kiss and he smiles into it. “Sorry, I needed another.” 

“You can have a million more when you get back,” he keeps smiling, overjoyed with his choice. 

—

He has about 6 minutes of freakout time while she goes to get her purse. He turns the couch into a bed, having a sleeper sofa in here was a blessing for nights like these… and when his wife kicked him out. He untucks his shirt and then re-tucks it and pulls it out again, he thinks about unbuttoning it and laying on the couch or maybe waiting for her at the elevator doors— he’s so nervous he has no idea what to do with his hands or his body. 

He wanders around the room and talks himself into meeting her at the bullpen doors just as she’s walking up the couple stairs to his office. “Oh, hi.” 

“Hi,” she smiles so beautifully. “You know you can still back out?” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to… I’m just nervous. I haven’t done this in a while.” 

“How long?” She asks.

“Since the last time with my ex-wife or with someone new?” 

“Either?” She’s simply curious. 

“My ex-wife was my first and only… and I haven’t been with her in almost 8 months now.” 

“You know you could have anyone in this office in a heartbeat if you wanted to,” she reminds him. “You’re the most handsome agent in the whole FBI— just don’t tell Morgan I said that.” 

He laughs, “Thank you.” 

“This is cute,” she motions over to his sleeper sofa. “You want to cuddle and make out a bit, again?” She asks while kicking off her shoes and she does the same thing, making it easier for when they shed all their clothes later. 

He nods and pulls her in close, “Kissing you has been the best part of my day.” 

“Well, let me make it even better,” she teases, leaning in and connecting their lips once more. 

It’s just as heated as before, only now his hands are on her lower back and he’s so tempted to grab her ass… so he does, he hauls her up so she can wrap her legs around him and he knees on the end of the bed. He lays her down, still kissing her while he attempts to hover over her— but she wants more. 

She grips his hips and pulls him down flush against her, so she can wrap her legs around him once more. And by wrapping herself completely around him, he suddenly feels at home. His nervousness dies off, his apprehension to experience something new and different and unlike himself diminishes to nothing and he’s able to enjoy this. 

He wraps his right arm around her, trapped between her and the mattress, while his left-hand cradles her head. He kisses her with passion and care and she gives the same energy right back… if not more so as she moans into his mouth. He pulls back with a smile, “you like kissing me that much?” He teases with his newfound confidence. 

“I mean yeah but do you not realize how hard you are against me? It feels amazing,” she explains, her legs wrapped around him still, she pushes him down against her core and has him grind against her once more. “You feel so good, baby.”

He was so in his head he didn’t even realize his other one was so active… he blushed a bit, “You like it?” 

She nods, “If grinding with you all night is all I get, I’m going to leave a very happy camper.” 

He leans in and kisses her cheek and then her jaw right up to her ear, “Oh, you’re getting more, believe me… so much more.”

She moans again and he takes that as enough incentive to keep kissing her there. He bites her earlobe gently and sucks on her neck just enough to stimulate her and yet not enough to leave a mark. Her hands search his back, feeling him up as he tenses from hovering over her and then releases when he drops his body weight against hers once more, and she sighs when he does that. She loves the feeling of him on top of her. It’s like he was meant to always be there. 

He withdraws his hands from under her and grips her hips as he sits up, “can I unbutton your shirt?” 

“You may,” she says, a look of excitement plastered over her face. 

“I want to just rip it open but I know you don’t have another shirt to wear home tomorrow,” he teases. “and it’s just too pretty to ruin.” 

“Hopefully you don’t feel the same way about me…” 

“Oh no, that’s precisely why I need to ruin you,” he assures, making haste on her buttons, he leans back in and starts to kiss the newly exposed skin of her chest. Right between her boobs and down her tummy until her shirt is completely unbuttoned and all he has left to pop is the button on her pants. 

Her tummy is so soft, that he gets inside her shirt and wraps his arm underneath her back to feel how warm she is and uses it as an excuse to undo her bra in the process. He pulls her forward and gets her out of her shirt and her bra and can’t help but stare down at her chest and then back up to her eyes, “mesmerizing.” 

“My turn,” she whispers, “let's flip.” 

He listens, laying on his back, she straddles his hips and leans down to kiss his neck while she undoes his shirt. Button by button, she gets him exposed just to press their naked chests together and kiss him right on the mouth once more. She hauls him forward so they’re both sitting up and she pushes the shirt off his shoulders so they can feel each other up. 

He grips her hips and tugs her in, grinding her against his bulge once more. She breaks the kiss to kiss his jaw and down his neck, “mm, Aaron,” she pulls his attention from the kiss. “Lay back.” 

“Okay,” he listens, leaning back and she reaches for his belt. 

“Can I?” 

He nods and so she starts to unbuckle him, she pops his button and pulls the zipper down so she can reach into his pants. She feels over his bulge, watching as he tosses his head back and bites his lip to hold back a moan. “Let it out baby,” she whispers. “A touch-starved man like you… come on, let me hear you.” 

“It’s not the only thing I’m starved for,” he jokes, blushing again. 

Her eyes widen as she pulls back, “oh yeah?” 

He nods, he wants to go down on her so bad that his stomach flips with anticipation. “Please?” 

She sits more on her knees and reaches for the button on her pants, “how do you want me?” 

“Would you— if you want, I mean, you can pick but I’d like to—

“I can sit on your face,” she knows exactly what he was trying to ask. 

In the same way, she liked feeling his weight on top of herself, he wanted to feel completely smothered by her pussy and thighs. 

She pushes him back so he’s lying flat and climbs off the bed so she can take her pants and underwear off, shoes long gone, she’s in nothing but her socks as she climbs back onto the bed and straddles his chest. 

He’s a little impatient, pulling her forward and wrapping his arms around her thighs, he gets her right where he wants her and kisses her right where her thigh meets her cunt. He eases into it, kissing her gently, whispering praise about how beautiful she is and how lucky he feels. 

But then he looks up at her, “don’t be afraid to really sit, I can take it.” 

“Tap me twice if you can’t,” she agrees and within seconds he’s going at her. 

“Fuck,” she gasped as she leans forward to rest her arm against the wall behind the couch, grinding against his face, exactly the way he wanted it. 

His tongue deep inside her, his nose nudging at her clit, he savours the way she tastes as if she hasn’t said she would be willing to do this again… and from her noises, he knows this experience just makes her want it again soon.  He wants her to enjoy it, he’s always been more into making his partner enjoy it. This time it feels a bit more selfish, as the more she enjoys it the more she’d be willing to come back and the more he can do it. And he wants to eat her out for the rest of his life. 

Her sounds are a price, her weight on top of him is magnificent and she’s absolutely delicious. And he hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet. Making her cum on his face is going to change his life. 

When he inserts a finger, her legs start to tremble around him. She’s so close, he can tell. Sucking on her clit while he massages that wonderful spot inside of her with his middle finger, she moans so deeply it vibrates her whole being. She starts to chant his name, right on the edge of her orgasm, so he adds a second finger and the damn bursts. 

She trembles harder than before, and a beautiful elongated moan leaves her mouth as she cums on his face. He’s quick to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his tongue, gathering it all with the most disgusting sounds he could ever make— but fuck, if she wasn’t the most delicious woman in the whole world. 

He was so into her, so transfixed on getting her off that he didn’t realize he was grinding up against nothing and the largest precum stain had marked his boxers and surely was on the inside of his work pants. 

“Aaron, Aaron, oh my god, stop, stop, holy fuck,” she makes him stop by pulls off him and sits down on the pillow beside his head. Hand to her chest to catch her breath, she melts against the mattress, “sweet Jesus?” 

“I need to do that every chance I get,” he muses, so in love with how it went down. “You’re delicious.” 

She laughs, placing her hand on his big bicep as she looks down at his glistening face, “I’m going to take you up on that all the time.” 

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he teases as he sits up, noticing just how close he was that whole time. 

His cock is strained against his boxers, soaking them around the elastic band, darkening the gray fabric so much that he feels a little embarrassed. She notices it too, but she smiles, “Oh, you really liked that, didn’t you?” 

He nods, unable to say much. 

“Come on, get your pants off, I think I’ve calmed down enough to take care of you now,” she assures. 

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He gets off the bed and starts to take off his pants while she looks around for her own, “can you get the condom from my pocket?” 

“Yeah,” he goes right for her pants right after his are off. 

She just looks around the room, avoiding eye contact with his cock even though he knows she wants to look, “I didn’t even ask if you have cameras in here…” 

He laughs, kneeling on the edge of the bed with the condom between his fingers, “No, I don’t. With all the confidential material I see in here and the conversations had in here, they didn’t put a camera in here. But there is one directly outside my office so they know you’re in here but they won’t know what you’re doing.” 

“And who is this they you speak of?” She teases. 

“Whoever watches the tapes but probably also Penelope… if she learns I was here all Christmas she will go back and look to see what I did,” he shakes his head with a loving smile. “She just cares a lot.” 

“She’s the sweetest,” she agrees. “But thank fucking god no one can see what we’re doing… I’m glad this is just for us.” 

“Mhm,” he hums, he gets between her legs and tugs her down the bed a bit so she’s lying with her head on the pillow, “they don’t need to see what’s about to happen.” 

“although someone should teach more guys how to eat like that…” 

He laughs again, leaning down to kiss her, “Then you’d have any guy you want and I'd rather be the only one for you.” 

“Very true,” she says against his lips before pressing her lips against his. 

They just kiss a couple times before he pulls back and sits on his knees once more, opening the condom and rolling it on. She finally takes a look at what he’s got going on between his legs and he sees her lick her lips while taking in a deep breath. “Fuck sake, you really are going to ruin me…” 

He smirks, “Do you want me to? We could just have a sweet and slow—

“No, I need a good fucking, like the fuck my brains out kind,” she assures. 

“It’s your lucky day,” he teases, running his hand over her inner thigh as he helps her spread them. “I can do that for you.” 

“Do your worst—

“Oh no, it’ll be my best,” he says, gripping his cock and tapping it against her pussy. “You ready?” 

“Please?” She begs, pleading with her beautiful eyes. 

He slips in ever so slowly, letting her adjust to his girth as he leans over her. He caresses her face with one hand, holding himself up with his lover, watching her take it all in. Head tossed back, she bites her lip and then lets out a blissful sigh. She grips his sides, wanting to desperately pull him down on top of herself once more, but she waits until he’s fully inside. 

“Oh my god?” She whines, “please move, I need more, please?” 

He smirks, leaning in to kiss the side of her mouth as he starts to rock his hips. He wraps his arm under her as she pulls him in closer and moves her mouth so they can kiss for real. She moans against him as his rhythm changes, his hips speed up and she wraps her legs around him to get him even deeper inside her. 

She feels so amazing, he almost forgot what it was like to fuck something other than his own hand. The way she flutters around him and grips him so tight, the feeling of her nails in his back and her tongue on his own. He’s in absolute heaven. So good in fact, he’s afraid he might not last as long as she deserves. 

He reaches between them and rubs her clit with his thumb, moving his kisses to her neck and just below her ear, “doing so good, baby.” 

“Holy fuck, Aaron,” she moans, tossing her head back and pushing her chest up. 

He looks between them and can’t help himself, he kisses her chest and she looks down to see what he’s doing, he looks up to her for permission only to hear, “suck on them, please? Please, oh my god?” 

He takes her nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before gently running his bottom teeth over the nib. She gasps, tightening around him which makes him moan with her nipple in his mouth. He brings up his other hand, using it to pinch her other nipple and she absolutely flutters around him, it’s everything. 

When he lets go of her nipples, he reaches his hand under her knee and pushes her right leg up. The angle changes, he’s so much deeper now, hitting her right where she wants him again and again, he kisses the inside of her calf gently as she tosses her head back. She moans, tightening around him to the point he’s so sure he’s about to lose control. 

He may be out of practice, but he’s not out of manners. He needs her to finish first. 

Using all the power he has left, he keeps her leg up like that but adjusts himself so his pubic bone can rub against her swollen clit with each and every thrust. “More,” she spits out. “Please? ‘M so close.” 

His hand slips down her leg, “I know baby,” he coos, keeping her stretched open, he just needs to get his thumb on her clit. 

He stills for just a moment, gathers some spit in his mouth and drops it between them so it lands right on her clit to release the friction but then he picks right back up. She whines, sweating and her head tossed back, getting ruined just like she asked to be. 

She somehow tightens around him again, and he’s so fucking close he feels like he could go insane. “you’re right there, sweet girl, let go when you’re ready,” he says through bated breath. So fucking close. 

And that does it, she starts to tremble again, her core tightens and so does her grip on his arm. “Oh, Aaron!” She moans out a string of incoherent words follow as she lets go and gets lost in her pleasure. 

He keeps going, helping her ride through it before his rhythm changes. He’s right there, dropping down onto her and kissing her shoulder as he pile-drives into her for the home stretch. Her hands roam his back, caressing him, “Fill me up, Aaron, you deserve it,” she whispers in his ear. “Cum for me, come on, baby.” 

He whines, right there, scared of what noise is going to come out of him when he does cum but he also doesn’t really care at this point. He whimpers and groans, biting her shoulder slightly as he fills the condom and stills against her, “Oh my god? Oh, my god… holy fuck?” 

She wraps her arms around him once more, tighter like a hug this time, still panting, she agrees. “I know, Jesus.” 

He laughs against her, high on endorphins and feeling completely invincible, “You’re amazing.” 

She grips his hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him up off of her shoulder, “You are incredible, that was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.” 

He can’t help but smile as he leans in to kiss her. She brushes his hair off his forehead, it’s sweaty and slicks right back. Their kissing is softer this time, lazy and less lust-filled— more loving. Thankful. 

He kisses her one last time before going to sit up on his knees and pull his soft cock out of her but she pulls him back in, “No, can we just cuddle like this for a bit?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, not expecting her to want this but so glad she does. 

He settles back against her shoulder, hand on her boob while she traces shapes over his back, “this is my favourite part,” she whispers. 

“Me too… but I’m never usually on top,” he admits. “Or still inside…” 

She lightly laughs and he can feel it all over, “What, your wife wasn’t a big fan?” 

“Not really, she was quick to go get cleaned up and then she would cuddle into me and go to sleep… but I don’t want to talk about her anymore,” he admits. 

“That’s okay,” she coos, soothing her hand down his back. She rests her cheek against the top of his head. “This has been the best night. Who thought getting snowed in at Quantico would end like this?” 

“Not me, but I’m so glad it did.” 

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[rusharound]

IT’S FINALLY HERE! THE SIGMA ACAPELLA PROSHOT HAS ARRIVED!

When a non-descript University’s development plans involve the destruction of all “degenerate" and "unnecessary” clubs and societies, one Frat-star and his house of "Himbos" must team up with a "Theater Dad" and his underdog squad of the theatre department in order to save their home.

And maybe experience a little romance and kisses and whatever too. >>

Written and Produced by Annahis Basmadjian

Co-produced, Musical Direction, Associate Composition, Music and Lyrics, and Mix by Samuel Gillmore

Directed by Kate Ely

Choreographed by Selene Dublanko

Stage Managed by Emily Hoff

Associate Musical Direction by Florence Reiher

Composed by Sebastian Ochoa Mendoza

Filmography and Editing by Robert Hunt

Art by Oliver Love (@doorstoplord)

Featuring the talents of:

Nathan Mannion (Ray Rhiner)

Blake Sartin (Oliver Keaton)

Hailey Fowler (Veronica Mathers)

Katrina Teitz (Xena Zacharian)

Justin Low (Tyler)

James Penco (Chad/Brad)

Jared White (Josh)

Juliana de Medeiros (Hazel)

Sam Fraser (Westley Azuish)

Ken Tynan (Dean Guy)

Julia Halabourda (Barbara)

Garth Phillips (Adam)

Stacy Albrecht (Stacy Dawson)

Nicole Eves (Sierra Dawson)

Heller (Mayor John)

ENSEMBLE:

Kiefer Seeley, Kseniya Yemelyanova, Holly Krauchi, Viviana Renteria, Zoe Soupidis, Berfin Yildiz, Yasamin Isfahani

[wearebackbagels]

Spies/assasins au

(The cathegories are loosely based on the one used in Traveller combined with some categories from DnD, here is the link if you want to have the explanations for each category https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attribute_(role-playing_games)  it could be good for some of these tbf)

( The scale used for rating is like the pH-scale, to get out of the 1-10 shit, which means 7 is neutral, anything higher than 7 is above the norm, anything less is lower than the norm, all ratings start out on 7 and can deviate from that. )

#001 [ Zirnheld, Andre ] Sniper- ’elite’, trained combat assassin.

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: wetjobs, infiltration, impeccable aim. 

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)  

Strength x/14 [^]____7 ____

Dexterity x/14  [^] ____8____

Endurance x/14[^]____7____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____8____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____9_/_7____

Education x/14 [^]____7____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____7_/_7____

Notes: (good at keeping it silent and fast).

#003 [ Sadler, Mike ] Field ag, wheel artist, weapons/explosives specialist.

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: photographic memory, good orientetion ability, can drive any vehicle there is.

 (Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months) 

Strength x/14 [^]____7____

Endurance x/14 [^]_____6____

Dexterity x/14 [^]___9___

Intelligence x/14 [^] ___11___

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^] ___10_/_11___

Education x/14 [^]____-____

Charisma/ social standing x/14 [^]___7_/ _9____

Notes: (agent does not have a drivings licence).

 [ Berge, Georges ] Cobbler, interrogator.

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: -

(Following ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months):

Strength x/14 [^]____{8}____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____{7}____

Endurance x/14 [^]____{7}___

Intelligence x/14 [^]____8____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____-_/_-____

Education x/14 [^]____10____

Charisma/ social standing x/14 [^] ____10_/_12____

Notes: -

 [ Mansour, Eve ] Intelligence officer, case officer, grifter, field agent {former}

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: persuation, recruition of agents.

 (Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____{6}____

Endurance x/14 [^]____{6}____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____{8}_____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____13____

Wisdom/ experience x/14 [^]____12_/_11____

Education x/14 [^]____10____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____12_/_10____

Notes: (always assume agent is one step ahead of you)

[ Stirling, David ] Case officer, agent handler, interrogator, field agent {former}

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: 

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____{7}____

Endurance x/14 [^]____{8}____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____{6}____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____9____

Wisdom/ experience x/14 [^]____9_/_10____

Education x/14 [^]____5____

Charisma/ social standing x/14 [^]____13_/_11____

Notes: (not good at interrogation)

#006 [ Essner, Walter ]  Field ag, raven and infiltrator. 

Mentionalbe skills/specialities incl: multilingualism, honeypots.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____4____

Endurance x/14 [^]____5___

Dexterity x/14 [^]____9____

Intelligence x/14 [^] _____9____

Wisdom/ experience x/14 [^]____8_/_12____

Education x/14 [^]____-____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____4_/_5___

Notes: (can talk dirty in 4 different languages)

#002 [ Riley, Patrick “Pat” ] Field ag, undercover agent and disguise coordinator {occasional}

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: kidnapping, break ins, sewing.

(Results from recrution) (ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____10____

Endurance x/14 [^]____10____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____7____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____7____

Wisdom/ experience x/14 [^]____7_/_9____

Education x/14 [^]____7____

Charisma/ social standing x/14 [^]____7_/_10____

Notes: (won’t bail you out)

[ Jordan, Augustin ]  Cryptologist, handler, interrogator and field agent/assassin {former}

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: decryption, encryption.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____{7}____

Endurance x/14 [^]____{6}____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____{8}____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____10____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____8_/_8____

Education x/14 [^]____8____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____13_/_12____

Notes: (keep agent away from weaponary at all times) (caution: agent uses unorthodox methods of interrogation)

[ Lewes, Jock ]  Scientific intelligence providor, weapons coordinator, inventor of arms. 

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: explosives, very creative ways of solving problems.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____{5}____

Endurance x/14 [^]____{8}____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____{4}_____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____14____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____7_/_{7}____

Education x/14 [^]____12____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____9_/_12____

Notes: the following can not be stressed enough: agent is not allowed access to ANY chemical compounds whatsoever. (If agent offers medical attention, refuse, agent is not a trained medic and does not know the difference between a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder)

007 [ Mayne, Robert “Paddy”] Field ag, hard man, sniper, 

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: bang-and burn operations, assassinations, could kill you with a butterknife, works well under pressure, creative.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____11____

Endurance x/14 [^]____10____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____9____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____10____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____~9_/_10____

Education x/14 [^]____-____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____7_/_~12____

Notes. Difficult to work with ( is fucking crazy)

008 [ Seekings, Reginald ] Field ag, special operations agent.

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: hand to hand combat, wetjobs, break ins, good with people.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____13____

Endurance x/14 [^]____12____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____9____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____7____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____6_/_9____

Education x/14 [^]____6___

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____~6_/_10____

Notes: (WILL throw hands if deemed necessary, which agent often does)

[ Fraser, William “Bill” ]  Tech operations officer, surveillance specialist.

Specialities incl: jailbreak, ciphers.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____{5}____

Endurance x/14 [^]____{4}____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____{5}____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____12____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____-_/_-____

Education x/14 [^]____-____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____6_/_8____

Notes: (agent most likely has your IP-address as you read this, change all passwords on all platforms you use as soon as possible)

004 [ Bruckner, Herbert ] Field ag, mole, infiltrator, double agent. 

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: impersonation, manipulation, clandestine operations.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____8____

Endurance x/14 [^]____7____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____7____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____12____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____10_/_11____

Education x/14 [^]____-____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____4_/_4____

Notes: (untrustworthy) (keep any unnecessary information away from agent)

[ Kershaw, David “Dave”] Surveillance and data analyst.

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: code breaking, ciphers.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____6____

Endurance x/14 [^]____7____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____6____

Intelligence x/14 [^]_____8_____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]_____-_/_7____

Education x/14 [^]____6____

Charisma/ social standing x/14 [^]____7_/_7____

Notes: (smokes good pot)( works well with agent Fraser)

005 [ Cooper, John “Johnny” ]  Field ag, raven, plant, undercover agent.

Mentionable skills/specialities: Infiltration, honeypots {occasional}, undercover jobs.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____6____

Endurance x/14 [^]____6____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____7____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____9____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____8_/_10____

Education x/14 [^]____10____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____4_/_10____

Notes: (can sharm his way into the pants of anyone)

[ McGonigal, Eoin]  Handler, instructor and trainer of recruits, field agent {former}

Mentionable skills/specialities incl: lvl 8 aim, good with people.

(Ratings are based on results from tests made during recrution aswell as observations made within the last six(6)+ months)

Strength x/14 [^]____7____

 Endurance x/14 [^]____7____

Dexterity x/14 [^]____8____

Intelligence x/14 [^]____10____

Wisdom/experience x/14 [^]____12_/_12____

Education x/14 [^]____11____

Charisma/social standing x/14 [^]____7_/_13____

Notes:-

Actors and media.

Tom Hygreck --- Veni Vidi Vici (2017)

Tom Glynn-Carney --- Stilts (2019)

Virgile Bramly --- Kill Skills (2016)

Sofia Boutella --- Hotel Artemis (2018)

Connor Swindells --- VS (2018)

Paul Boche ---()

Jacob Ifan --- Bang (2017 -)

César Domboy --- The Walk (2015)

Alfie Allen --- John Wick (2014)

Jack O’Connell --- ‘71 (2014)

Theo Barklem-Biggs --- (?)

Stuart Campbell --- Clique (2018)

Moritz Jahn ---()

Bobby Schoefield --- Locked Down (2021)

Jacob McCarthy --- The Last Summer (2019)

Dónal Finn ---()

[odditycircus-2002]

Hmm, any chance you could do some hcs with a Fem Mummy! Reader x Quan Chi (MK1) with the basic premise being that the reader was revived by Quan Chi and is actually happy with being alive (or at least close to it) and as a result is loyal to him and later fell in love?

A/N: I can indeed!😄 Hope you don’t mind, but I’m a fan of Corpse Bride and Imhotep from Brendan Fraser's "The Mummy".

Eternally Loyal

Admittedly, you were caught off guard when pulled from your eternal rest, only to be thrust to life once more. Yet it was soon replaced with sheer joy when realizing you are walking among the Land of the Living again. By the looks of it, you had the mysterious pale necromancer that stood above you, your now beating and glowing heart in his hand.

He introduced himself as Quan-chi, the most powerful sorcerer in Outworld, Master of the Dead, and now your reanimator. You sincerely thank him for bringing you back to life, as you had only begun to achieve your true ambitions and plans. Quan-chi suggests that you may still be able to after you settle your debt with him. According to your House's tradition, those who save a member of the House of L/N are now indebted to the first. Bringing life back to your revived corpse counts as keeping one's life in your book.

You don't doubt that, with your reanimation, you were undoubtedly gone for a long while and thus in a whole new world and unknown territory. You figured it'd be best to make nice with your guide if you want to gain any advantage.

Quan-chi smirked when you inevitably questioned how you could repay your new debt to him.

"You can start by serving under me until I deem your debt repaid in full."

"On your soul then..."

Which Quan-chi agreed, but whether or not he was sincerely remained to be seen.

Quan-chi had made it so you had to occasionally steal and absorb body parts from others to remain alive and whole. While Quan-chi resurrected your heart and soul and used to influence your actions, they can keep you tethered to the mortal plane for so long without refueling. So you keep yourself wrapped up as you were to not reveal your constantly rotting and healing body.

But even with such a weakness, you have been given strength as Quan-chi gifted you with the ability to drain the moisture out of anything by touch alone (excluding himself), control over sand, and become sand, your preexisting telekinetic abilities.

Since then, you have loyally served under Quan-chi, executing every order and task with near perfection without question. Fervently hanging on to his every word and feat of magic so you may one day use it for yourself when you feel the time is right. You also had no issue cutting down any of your fellow minions if you think they are disobedient to your master. To which Quan-chi is not against, even with one of the demons from his Sisterhood of Shadow. In fact, he's growing fond of your usefulness and how you serve him well.

As powerful as Ermac turned out to be, he was ultimately a failure in Quan-chi's eyes. The same applies to Ashrah, whom Quan-chi could not control. Which is a shame to the sorcerer, as both were powerful tools. Oh well, if you do not succeed at first, try again.

In comes you, a mummified Edenian Noble renowned for her ruthlessness, problem-solving, and tenacity during a warring era before Sindel’s Golden Era. Who has (yet) to disobey him. Unfortunately, you were cut down in your prime on the eve you were to marry your betrothed to secure an alliance with another nation. A shame, really, as you had plans for the future. But you're just happy to be alive.

It helps that Quan-chi praises you whenever you perform a task well for him, such as uncovering lost grimoires, to encourage you to continue aiding him and fulfilling your debt. Eventually, Quan-chi awards your efforts with gifts such as flowers or a new robe as you continuously serve him well in his quest to overthrow Liu Kang. With each gift, you could've sworn you felt your heart beating within your chest, and not hiding on Quan-chi's person.

Often, he would converse with you about his studies and discoveries, doing most of the talking as you just listened and reacted. You couldn't help but notice how Quan-chi treats you more amiably, almost as much as he is with Shang Tsung, his fellow sorcerer. Perhaps even as a companion, as he prefers to have you follow him for his tasks the most. You like to think its because the Sorcerer has the same admiration for you as you do for him, as silly as it sounds and which you would be caught absolutely dead saying aloud.

Speaking of the snake-like Sorcerer, Quan-chi proudly introduced you to Shang Tsung as his latest work of genius once. The latter critically looked you up and down and admired the magic used to keep you together. Although to not admit to Quan-chi's magical prowess, Shang Tsung would ask.

"How do you know this minion won't turn on you like the others?"

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, your looser wrapping unraveling and posing to strike down the blasphemous Sorcerer, but before you could make the blow, Quan-chi explains.

"She won't,"

Quan-chi would glance back at you and softly run a hand under your chin, which you followed with your head.

"But even if the impossible happens, I hold their heart."

Quan-chi would summon your purple and green heart into his hand, petting it with his free hand like a small pet.

"It would be such a waste if I must. Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You, of course, nodded. That was the closest you would receive as an admittance of love from someone like Quan-chi.

Playlist while writing this:

"Loyalty" - Maria's Theme from Mad Father

"In the Dark of the Night" -by Christopher Lloyd

"Mr.Sandman" -by The Chordettes

"Monster" -by Lady Gaga

" Dark Horse”-Cover by Our Last Night

“I miss the misery”-by Halestorm.

[margareth-lv]

🎪It's all fake, it's all tricked🎪

I've been very busy over the last few days (well, weeks), so I haven't been on Tumblr much. So, frankly, I don't know if there was any discussion here before New Year's Eve about Outlander_Starz's controversial post on Instagram called "In Memoriam" (...To everyone we lost this year, you will be missed. Well, some of you...).

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*** *** *** Maybe I'm very old (eh, no, I'm not) or very conservative (no, no, I'm not conservative at all), but I'm not amused by "In Memoriam" for rapist and murderer Allan Christie or rapist and murderer Richard Brown. Sure, Outlander is fiction, literary and cinematic, but even in fiction, characters shouldn't be given altars if they were (fictional) bad people, should they? Has the person who is in charge of these hopeless posts on Instagram even read the plot of Outlander? Does that person take the audience seriously? Or is he or she just a kid/an intern/a casual volunteer messing around to promote and advertise Outlander_Starz? *** *** ***

On this side of the fandom, we are convinced that Sam and Caitríona are controlled by psychopathic marketing and PR profiteers who, in order to maximise their benefits, have decided that a married Sam will not sell well, let alone Caitríona who is madly in love with Sam. Most of the time, the marketing and PR for Sam and Caitríona is hopelessly naive and incoherent. But aren't these marketing and PR professionals just idiots? They are just plain fools. They are stupid. They don't understand anything. They don't get the basics. And on top of that, they don't love, they're not loved, they don't have families, they don't give a damn about values and ethics.

*** *** ***

The Fraser family, separated by a chasm of 200 years, was the 'In Memoriam' post that saddened me the most.

There is nothing funny about a broken family.

There is nothing funny about missing your children or your parents.

But apparently some idiots find it amusing.

Like yesterday's hopeless post about "energy" for 2024. What part of the fandom finds the (controversial) energy of Sophie Skelton and Richard Rankin fascinating?

*** *** *** How stupid do you have to be not to know that we're here for Caitríona and Sam?

[By the way, I spent about three minutes of my life googling the meaning of 'soo la voo', and in general my French isn't all that bad.

Yes, oddly enough it's about 'c'est la vie' and the Tik-Tok video from a month ago. Who else, apart from thirteen-year-olds, would know about the news from Tik-Tok? This confirms my theory that Starz PR is done by thirteen-year-old volunteers. Bravo]

*** *** ***

And finally, the icing on the cake. Someone in the Starz PR department woke up and thought that maybe Caitríona and Sam were important to the fandom after all, so a lovely InstaStory like this was posted:

The 'Just Jared' result had been predictable for days. Our lovebirds' lead over the other actors was growing at a dizzying rate.

By the way, it is impossible to overlook the fact that 169,160 people voted for Sam (which represents 52.06% of the total votes) and six times less people voted for Caitríona, 29,347, which represents 82.94%.

Who votes for men? Could it be women?

Is (maybe) Starz PR right to strategise on horny grannies?

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[January 4, 2024]

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“It was, however, the death of the eldest boy, the Duc de Bourgogne, in 1761 that left the seven-year-old Louis Auguste with a permanent inferiority complex. His parents made no secret of their lamentations at the death of the favourite (whom Maria Josepha had called that special pet name, her chou d’amour). The man in charge of Louis Auguste, the Duc de Vauguyon…also took the opportunity to lecture him on his inadequacy for the role [of future king] once played by his incomparable brother.” • Antonia Fraser, Marie Antoinette: The Journey

“[O]n the eve of Easter 1761 Bourgogne died. For his parents and the King, who had thought very highly of him, it was a terrible blow. [Louis Auguste] was now a future King of France. But he had been brought up without the adulation usually given to future Kings. On the contrary, all through his formative years he had been put in the shade, treated as a foil for brilliant Bourgogne. As a result, he was that rare creature, a prince with a poor opinion of himself.” • Vincent Cronin, Louis and Antoinette

Portraits of Louis Joseph Xavier, Duc de Bourgogne (b. 1751) and his brother Louis Auguste, Duc de Berry, later Louis XVI (b. 1754) by Jean-Martial Frédou, 1760