#for black women and theys only

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

can anybody point me in the direction of some good Celie/Shug fanfiction?!?! I’ve read literally everything on AO3!

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

Munch reporting for duty 🫡

god my mouth is sooooo boooored what a shame it's not being put to good use

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Scorpio Risings

Accuracy influenced by the entire chart.

Appearance

A key theme in scorpio risings is wishing to go unseen (unless they have prominent 10th H placements). They hate being perceived. Their entire lives the worst is assumed of them. Often, these negative assumptions come based on nothing but their appearance.

The scorpio risings may not be able to tell what it is about them that is making people respond to them in a negative way. Other people, may not be able to pin it exactly either. It is usually subconscious.

Physically, all the scorpio risings I know appear very different. I do have a few shared physical traits & observations:

🪻Sharper features. Prominent chins - broad or pointy.

🪻 People tend to associate gothic and darker aesthetic with scorpio. However, this brings attention, generally scorpios have a love-hate relationship with attention. It is more often the gothic, darker style is embraced by sag rising w sag Pluto.

🪻 The scorpio risings, I know, keep a basic and comfortable style. They appear well kept. They stick out for their physical features not their clothing.

🪻 When they do decide to dress up, it would fall under “silent luxury”. Expensive or eye-catching accessory (necklace, watch, earrings) but a black or a darker bold colour outfit.

🪻 Makeup and hair is almost always natural. The women don’t tend to like makeup that much either. However, all this can change if they have placements that do love to stand out.

🪻 Often, muscular or on the thin side.

🪻 They may be attractive in a way that creates jealously. This leads to poor treatment from those who don’t know you.

🪻 Or they may be conventionally unattractive, thus society treats them poorly.

Positive placements such as Jupiter in first house could change the above drastically.

Ex: River Phoenix’s natal asc is scorpio with jupiter & neptune in first house. He was attractive in a dreamy and soft way. Neptune helped balance out the sharpness of a scorpio asc. & Jupiter generally brings luck in whichever house it is placed.

Scorpio is a fixed sign that is about transformation. These individuals tend to impulsively make changes (they are traditionally ruled by mars). Then, quickly become emotional about the change made (they are a water sign). If they have a well placed mars, they may make more calculated changes than impulsive.

Personality:

Disregarding other placements, scorpio rising is more predator than prey. They silently observe, take notes, analyze, and never forget.

Now, when we take into consideration other placements, this can change almost entirely.

For ex. pair a scorpio asc with a pisces moon. They will become less observant. In times of boredom or when reality is too painful, they will enter the dream world in their mind for comfort.

Yet, even the least observant scorpio ascendant is observant. They repress a lot of emotions especially anger. Instead of expressing and communicating their feelings, they will observe the situation or person. They will not forget what was done. And they aren’t likely to let you know until they’ve decided they’re done with you.

Their repressed anger can lead to an angry outburst. The scorpio asc can be very cruel when hurt. They may say and do almost anything to hurt the other person. This could lead to guilt afterwards. However, you aren’t likely to hear an apology from a scorpio asc. From their perspective, they were only hurting you back even though you may not know what you did. This can lead to some toxic relationships throughout the scorpio asc person’s life. A well placed mercury and/or mars could change the above.

The angry outburst will lead the scorpio asc to be blamed and villainized. This is the placement you hear people say, “I had a bad feeling from the start”. People love to paint themselves as the victims of a scorpio asc. And when they were never clued in on their wrongdoings, they may genuinely believe it.

Despite, the conflict they are bound to endure through their lives, they dislike conflict. But conflict will find them.

For ex: My scorpio rising friend was removed from a gc by her childhood friends. She was surprised and discovered it was because her relative dumped one of their aunts. She had no involvement but somehow caught blame.

This is the worst part of being a scorpio ascendant. People jump to negative conclusions. Scorpio asc rarely get the benefit of doubt. This may manifest as people feeling you are intimidating, insincere, jealous/angry, etc.

At an older age, they often gain something that gives other’s something to be jealous of. This depends on the entire chart. Possible examples: Career, they often reach high positions and/or have careers that indicate wealth (Vet, Dr., Lawyer, etc).

They can marry someone that makes other’s jealous as well. Taurus is their 7th, their partners are generally stable, beautiful, generous, indulgent and spoil them. This will be drastically influenced by the venus placement.

They aren’t doomed to never be understood. People with compatible placements will gravitate towards them. When someone understands them, they will be as close as can be. They are very protective and loving. They hate to let people go even when they must for their peace.

[leikeliscomet]

Im just gonna say it: the exact same argument about series 11 having a woman playing the Doctor but w/ inconsistent politic & fake activism applies to series 14 & a lil of RTD2 in general but in Black. Respectability politics & flimsy anti racism all over the shop

It thinks futuristic racism corrects racism "being a thing of the past" but then actively erases said racism of Britain's past. Twice. Not only that but it glorifies the 60s & regency period. Does "powerful" white supremacy commentary then slaps a regency wig on 15's head 😭

It should go without saying that 1960s & 1800s Britain wasnt some post racial utopia. The show would rather make these periods more progressive than they really were instead of telling the stories of the POC living there or hell, show us history outside of 'the West'

It treats the dehumanisation of Black people as an inevitable part of future society. Fifteen has to be a perfect non violent victim of racism but can fridge the goblin king & the chuldur easy. Racism can/must exist but fighting back or having any reaction to ur oppressor can't.

The gag is RTD understands racial oppression when it affects *him* tho. The oppression of the Welsh is acknowledged in present day Earth bc it's a real part of history. Its addressed again in 2046 bc it's still relevent in the future. & did Ruby save Roger? No she got him gone!

It sanitises its own history. The Doctor has called out racial supremacy, human or not since day. And no they didn't always save *everyone*. Against the establishment to begging it & partying with it too apparently. Rosa has issues but at least it was hopeful...

It treats Fifteen as a white character made Black which has weird implications for a non human being from a "post racial" society. Thirteen wasn't a "human woman" but she still had the agency to call out every misogynist she met. Lawd forbid she cried over Jack Robertson 😭

Despite having a Black Doctor they're written for a white audience. 'It's not about Black people, its about white people' sealed the deal. It treats their Blackness as circumstantial & not something they'll have to deal with regardless of time period playing it safe & palatable

This 1 should be self explanatory. If Donna's seen the Doctor's mind then she knows Fugitive Doctor exists so yes the Doctor comes in a range of different colours 🤪🤪 And again if he's not a human Black man but an alien then why is it a surprise that he can change race? Ugh...

Isaac Newton wasn't that deep bc he's only there for the mavity gag but it opened a fuck ton of racism towards Nathaniel Curtis & antiblackness bc the racists camping the tag thought he was Black. 'Owning the right 🤪' at the expense of POC in the show & fandom. Great job there..

RTD made the point of the Toymaker being racist then keeps him anyway? Takes a jab about cultural appropriation in Pyramids of Mars then based the finale on it anyway w/ Sutekh? Not even entertaining the Black Guardian ting. Like what's the point of any of this? It feels so fake.

Carla's not as egregious as the previous but apart from RTD copying & posting her name from Clyde's mum in SJA, she doesn't get a lot to do outside supporting Ruby's storyline. S14 then ends with Ruby calling her bio mum her "real" mum so her serving role didn't mean much anyway

The Giggle was the 1st flag bc it conflated all political related anger as bad bc it's anger instead of love 😫✊🏻without *single* look at why the current political climate is the way that it is. Pandemic, genocides, climate change & govt corruption yh ppl will be angry Russell 🥴

Series 11 at least gets to gas itself up for having women write for the 1st female Doctor and having Black and South Asian writers for the first time in the show's history (which isn't a great achievement but ah well)

Series 14 doesn't have that to its credit.

Black woman who only exists to boost white characters stories, racism stories that don't give their Black characters full agency & 0 follow up of their experiences only this time w/ no Black writers. Same tings different font. What improvement was made exactly?

Tl;Dr - We have the 1st Black Doctor in the main lineup but this series handles race and racism poorly. There's barely any improvement from how race was handled in RTD1 and his handling of Black characters in Years & Years and It's a Sin hasn't been brought over. 🥴

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Rick's Reality

Richard Thompson, or "Rick" as he was known to everyone in his small Midwestern town, had always been a figure of certainty. A solid, unchanging monument amidst a world that was too often in flux. His voice, amplified by the local radio, was a constant stream of opinions and advice that echoed through the homes and cars of his listeners each weekday morning.

Rick was an imposing man, in both stature and belief. Standing tall at six feet two inches, with broad shoulders and a deep, resonant voice, he was the picture of traditional, rural masculinity. His dark hair was always neatly combed, his clothes crisp and clean, and his boots spotless despite the dust and mud of the local landscape.

His radio show, "Rick's Reality," was a beacon for conservative values and traditional perspectives. It was a platform from which he would confidently espouse his views, his deep baritone voice resonating with a fervor that drew in even the most reluctant listener. Rick had a particular disdain for the LGBTQ+ community, seeing them as a challenge to his idea of 'normal.'

"There's a certain way of life, a right and a wrong," Rick would assert, his voice crackling over the airwaves. "Men are men, women are women. That's how God intended it."

Rick had been born and bred in this town, his life as firmly rooted as the old oak tree in the town square. A divorced father of one, his life was a well-trodden path of work, hunting, fishing, and beer with his buddies at Joe's Bar.

That Monday, Rick sat behind the microphone in his small studio, a cup of black coffee steaming beside him. He had a familiar fire in his belly, the one that fueled his daily tirades. Today, his ire was directed towards immigrants and the LGBTQ+ community.

"Folks," he began, his voice stern and unwavering, "our great nation is being undermined. We've got immigrants coming in, not respecting our culture, our way of life. And then we got these... these... folks who can't decide if they're men or women or want to marry their own kind. It's a disgrace, I tell ya."

The phone lines were lighting up, as they always did during his heated monologues. He gestured to his assistant, who patched through a caller.

"You're on 'Rick's Reality', what's your reality today?" Rick asked, a smug grin on his face.

"Hello, Rick," the caller began, their voice calm, measured, and anonymous. "I've been listening to your show for a while. I've heard your views on immigrants and the LGBTQ+ community. I wonder, have you ever challenged your beliefs? Have you ever tried to see life from their perspective?"

Rick was taken aback. He was used to angry rebuttals and passionate agreements, but this? This was new. He stuttered, before finding his footing. "Well, I... I know what's right. And it's my job to stand up for what's right."

"But what if 'right' is subjective, Rick?" the caller continued. "What if the 'right' you know is not the only 'right'? Have you ever considered that?"

Rick was angry. Angry enough to hang up. But something stopped him. He knew he needed more information about this mysterious caller. So, he stayed on the line, listening intently as the caller continued.

"I'm just curious, Rick," the caller said, "what would happen if you met someone who thought differently than you do? Wouldn't that be interesting? What if they didn't think like you did?"

"I'd punch them out," Rick replied. "I don't need no faggot or immigrant around me thinking he's better than me."

"Interesting," the caller mused. "So, you wouldn't try to understand them? You wouldn't try to learn from them?"

"Nope," Rick said. "I'd punch them out." He had enough of the caller and cut the line. This was ridiculous, why did people with these deviant opinions even bother calling into his show? He had to get back to ranting about the evils of immigration and the perils of same-sex marriage.

He returned to his monologue, but his mind wandered. He couldn't shake the strange feeling he had when talking to that caller. Their words had struck a chord within him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was like a small voice in the back of his mind that was so very different from himself, that was curious about what that guy had said, curious about the very idea of being different. It was only miniscule though, and Rick quickly dismissed it, continuing his show.

The rest of the callers were good, normal people calling. People agreeing with him and encouraging him. The day went by smoothly until the end of his shift. He was heading home in the bright noon sun, when he felt like he could do something different today. The route he usually took when walking home was down the main street, passing Joe's bar and into the residential area with the neatly trimmed lawns where he lived. There was, however, another route, a quicker one that went through the bad parts of the town. The parts where those Latino gardeners and pool boys lived, where there were shady clubs and even the dreaded local 'rainbow' scene. Normally, Rick wouldn't even think about entering those parts of town, but the comment from earlier was still gnawing at his mind. Perhaps he should take that way today, just to see how much better life was when you were normal. There was nothing going to happen, after all. If he met anyone who bothered him, he'd just punch them.

So, Rick turned off the main road, making his way towards the seedy part of town. As he walked past the bars and strip joints, he saw men and women going about their businesses or sitting around, taking a break and smoking a cigarette. So far, nothing out of the ordinary except the slightly darker skin color of most people here. He passed a few men playing socker in an alleyway between buildings. A man sat on a bench outside a corner store, drinking a beer and watching some kids play basketball nearby. He made eye contact with a woman wearing a tight red dress as she exited a convenience store carrying bags full of groceries. She was probably wondering why he came here - a question he asked himself.

He kept walking, trying to ignore the looks he was getting as he got closer to the gay district. Well, district was a bit much. There was a bar and a club with rainbow flags in the windows, nothing more.

The bar was closed, as it was just noon. However, the club was apparently open, which was surprising considering the time of day. Rick stopped. Maybe he should go inside. There would probably no patrons in there and he was kind of curious what that godless place looked from the inside.

He pushed open the door to the club and stepped inside. The place was empty, as he thought, apart from a bartender cleaning up. The guy was a fairly muscular and about the same age as Rick and greeted him with a friendly smile.

"Oh hi! Welcome to Club Rage!" he said. "What can I get you?"

"I don't want anything", Rick said with a reserved tone. He didn't even want to speak to that guy, but now that he was in here, that seemed to be less and less of an option.

"Ah, then you're here for the job opening!" the other man beamed. "Name's Miguel by the way."

Of course, an immigrant, Rick grimaced. "Richard." he said noncommittally.

"Good! I didn't expect someone like you to apply, but sure, let's see what you've got! Follow me!"

Why didn't Rick just say he wasn't interested in the job, whatever it was?

Miguel led him to the big dance floor of the place and pointed to an elevated cage with a pole in it. "This would be your workplace."

Rick looked at him dumbfounded. "What did you say was that job again?", he asked cautiously.

"You'll be dancing," Miguel replied. "It's not a difficult job, trust me. You won't have any trouble keeping up with the crowd. Come on, show me some moves, Richard!". He patted the cage floor with his hand.

Rick wanted to say a lot of things, shout at the guy or storm out of here, but another part of his brain saw this as an opportunity. There was no one here but Miguel to see him and he would never, ever do something like that again, so he might as well try it once.

Rick nodded slowly and hoisted himself up into the cage with some effort. Miguel was looking up to him expectantly and Rick tried some careful, stiff dance steps.

It must have looked ridiculous, but Miguel was nodding. "Yeah... you need some beat, man. Hold on."

Miguel disappeared for a moment and shortly after, a driving, thumbing rhythm filled the room, way too loud for the empty room.

When Miguel reappeared, he gave Rick thumbs up: "Okay, Rick! Try it with this!"

The rhythm actually helped a bit, and Rick found it easier to get into it. His dance moves became more sweeping and quickly, Rick was sweating from the unfamiliar workout.

Apparently, Miguel had also noticed and shouted from below: "Come on! Show me that body a bit, don't be shy!"

Rick gritted his teeth and moved his hips faster, feeling the sweat running down his face. He could hear the music pounding in his ears, drowning out everything else. He felt good about himself, better than he'd done in years. While dancing, he unbuttoned his shirt and quickly disposed of it. His torso was looking different from what he was used to: It was smoothly shaven and more toned - not trained or muscular but toned and lean. His skin had a darker complexion than he was used to, and the glistening sweat gave his moves a smooth and fluid quality.

Down below, Miguel was cheering. "Yeah, come on, Rico boy! Use the pole!"

Rick, no, Rico shook his head and smiled. While he grabbed the pole with his right hand, his left hand unbuttoned his pants, in a well-practiced movement. As he twirled around the pole, he used an upward movement to strip the pants completely from his legs, revealing his very tight purple hotpants that accentuated his bulge nicely. Rico noticed that Miguel was clapping to the beat now and decided to give him a special show, turning around and shaking his ass to the rhythm right above Miguel’s face. Rico smiled. He had no doubt that he would get the job - he was just so damn good at it. Every man loved him, and he knew how to hone and groom his body to just tease them the right way. He was a living wet dream, with both an impressive ass and an ample bulge in the front of his pants that he knew just how to shake in a way that made the patrons drool. A boner factory, an ex-boyfriend of his had called him, and there was something very true about it.

Finally, Rico finished his gig and slid down the pole without even panting much, planting an impish kiss on Miguel’s mouth. He couldn't resist to cup the other man's groin with his hand meanwhile... yep, he was going to get that job.

Ricardo Torres was happy - this would be perfect for him, a chance to put his body to good use and get familiar with this new town quickly. Besides, that Miguel guy was really cute, perhaps it was time for a new boyfriend in this new town!

[animereaderinsertwriter]

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: bakugou x fem!reader, mdni, smut, group sex, almost crack treated seriously? whatever it's goofy and funny and lewd and doesn't take anything seriously at all so there's that, no beta we die like men

Final Word Count: 3k

Plot summary: Dynamight's agency has a reputation that they earn only once a year- and this year, you're invited!

Excerpt:

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself. 

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

There were… rumors about pro-hero Dynamight’s agency.

The ominous, omnipotent they said that there were wild parties at Mina Ashido’s place on every second Friday of the week— nothing illegal, sure, but plenty immoral, with everyone drunk and half-dressed and writhing—

Ahem. Right.

Other theys said that Red Riot was having an affair on his wife with his best friend, Dynamight; still others claimed the same of Pinky and Cellophane when Ejirou and Mina’s baby came out with a shock of black hair (nevermind the numerous brands of red hair dye that Red Riot publicly reviewed when he used them to cover up his own naturally jet-black hair). If a body looked hard enough, they might even find tabloid articles about Chargebolt’s drinking problem, Hitoshi Shinsou’s secret life as a rentboy, and Earphone Jack’s moonlight job as a dominatrix. No matter how you sliced it, there was one thing that all the theys agreed on:

As far as the public was concerned, Ground Zero was one giant den of depravity.

Why the theys thought this, it is generally unclear— though it was nonetheless true, if only for one day out of the year. For three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year, the members of Ground Zero behaved impeccably, navigating the world of pro-hero fame with dignity, grace, and humility; as far as anyone could prove, they were all perfectly normal. On the one day of the year that they were not well-behaved, well, no one else was around to see it. They traveled long and far to ensure that fact.

At least, that was the way it was supposed to be. Why the damn fools wanted to change that, Bakugou had no idea.

“It’s because you never participate,” Mina told him one evening, her hand gliding through her husband’s soft hair. “We feel like you’re left out.”

“I do participate,” he huffed, his infernal cheeks burning at just the thought. “Just— by myself.”

That is to say, he liked to watch. The idea of being touched by someone other than himself— by his friends— was entirely too much. There was a certain power in touch of that kind. Bakugou wasn’t interested in giving that up, not even to the men and women he trusted with his life.

“That’s exactly it,” she told him, and Enjirou groaned as she scratched his scalp. “It’s not that any of us mind, but you look— you always look pained. And lonely. Would it be so bad to find somebody you could play with while we’re all… indisposed?”

Bakugou tried not to think of those times. If he did, he’d pop a stiffy right here in the middle of the Kirishima family living room. 

“I’m fine like it always is— I don’t see why anything has to change, Mina. Really, just leave it.”

Mina frowned. Perfectly in sync with his wife, Ejirou shifted to look up at Bakugou with dark, pleading eyes.

“C’mon, man,” he said, that reflective gaze piercing Bakugou’s very heart. “Would you be okay with us just looking for someone for you? It won’t need to go any farther than that if you don’t want it to.”

It was a stupid idea. It was monumentally idiodic to even consider saying yes— but Bakugou never could deny his best friend anything.

“It’s three weeks until June,” he said, relenting. “You have until then.”

Mina beamed, and Ejirou gave him a soft smile that made Bakugou feel a little sick and squishy inside.

“Thanks, bro,” Ejirou told him, patting his thigh with a large, warm hand. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure about all that. He was beginning to think he might be in some trouble.

***

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself. 

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

“And do what?” you laughed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall, sure, but my tastes run a little more monogamous than that.”

“Well,” said Mina, leaning in conspiratorially as though the both of you weren’t cuddling on her bed while her husband rubbed her feet, “We have a friend who also likes to watch, if you know what I mean. He just— needs something a little… less than the group stuff. He sits in the corner by himself and fucks his hand until he’s nearly raw with it, but keeps on going because he’s just so…”

Mina trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she remembered some unspoken memory. After a moment, she shook her head and snapped out of it.

“He sounds kinda like a loser,” you admitted, cracking a grin. 

Mina laughed, and Ejirou chuckled right along with her.

“If only he could hear you now,” Ejirou laughed. “He’d either die of shame or implode the building.”

You frowned. 

“You’re not building a convincing case for him, Kirishima-kun.”

Mina rolled her eyes.

“Look, you said you’re in a dry spell?” she asked, and you nodded. “This guy will pop you like a fucking glowstick as many times as you want. He’s freaky good at sex.”

“And how would you know?” you demanded, shoving her lightly. “Apparently he won’t come within three feet of you!”

Things got awfully quiet, and Ejirou Kirishima’s face turned as red as his hair.

“No,” you laughed, but when no one denied it, your jaw went slack. “No!”

“Yes,” Mina replied, poorly stifling a laugh.

Ejirou hid his face in his hands.

“Guys, please,” he begged, but there was no way you were letting him go that easily.

“Oh no no, you’re not getting out of this,” you laughed. “Who is this mystery guy, and how do you know what he’s like in bed?”

“We went to U.A. together,” said Mina, patting her poor husband’s hand. “They had a whirlwind romance senior year, fucked like rabbits the whole time until he finally broke it off because they really, really were better off as friends. Otherwise, it got… obsessive. On both sides.”

You were burning with curiosity.

“Who? Who was it, Mina-chan?”

“You gotta give your answer first,” said Ejirou, propping up on his elbow. “Will you or won’t you?”

Oh, who were you kidding? You were fucking horny all the time, and besides, the suspense was killing you!

“Of course I’ll go—now tell me who it is!”

Mina smirked.

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

You nearly fell off the bed.

“Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that, Mina?” 

Your heart was racing. That evil, wicked, acid-slinging she-witch knew you’d had the biggest crush on him forever! Dynamight was the hottest pro-hero working, damn it— you'd have agreed immediately if she'd told you! 

“Because you needed to know he’s a loser!” she insisted. “Because he is a loser! A big one, that needs you to keep him from killing himself via orgasm!”

“Mina!”

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Mina!”

And that was how you ended up like this.

The room was cozy, complete with soft vintage furniture and colorful afghans. Somehow, the entire party had managed to fit comfortably into the living room of the quaint, countryside cabin, and you watched on in awe and wonder as everyone kissed and touched and let their instincts lead them as they went. 

"Can I touch you, Bakugou-san?" you asked, entranced. 

Bakugou, who was currently the color of a freshly-picked cherry, wouldn't even look at you. You tried not to take it personally when he replied in the negative. 

All around you, Bakugou's friends were in various states of undress. Hitoshi Shinsou was kissing Mina with a hand up her shirt as Denki Kaminari rubbed his long, bobbing cock against Hitoshi's boxer-clad ass. Ejirou's eyes were closed as Sero Hanta helped him out of his shirt, and Kyoka Jirou was fiddling with the buttons on Sero's ridiculously tight pants. They were all ridiculously, unfairly beautiful— and, unlike Bakugou, they were all sneaking nosy looks at you, curious and perhaps a bit hungry. 

In hindsight, it would have been a better idea for you and Bakugou to start alone together in a separate room. That would have allowed the two of you to get to know each other more intimately in a private setting, and surely it would have made him more comfortable, wouldn't it? Well, maybe that would have made it worse. You certainly couldn't imagine trying to take your clothes off in front of him if he was just as unresponsive then as he was now. 

Now, though, there were other folks watching— and you didn't see a reason to deprive them of a show. 

Slowly, you removed the silky dress separating your itchy, awful lingerie from the open air. Grinning at Mina, who was currently in the process of bending over a couch cushion, you unhooked the clasp of your black lacy bra, baring your breasts to the chill of the room. 

"Mira," Sero murmured to Jirou, his eyes fixed on newly-revealed flesh. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Jirou grinned, her eyes shadowed with a thin veil of appreciation. 

"She is. If you don't want her, Katsuki, we'll take her— no harm, no foul."

Your cheeks glowed at the compliment, heart racing at the thought. 

"Back off," Bakugou snapped. "You fuckers picked her out for me, didn't you?"

Still, he made no move to touch you— but his eyes were now yours, for better or for worse. 

"That's right," you agree, voice soothing and even as you smile at him. "I'm afraid I'm reserved for the day."

And just like that, Bakugou turned away, as though ashamed. 

This would not do. 

Projecting confidence you did not feel, you moved from your spot on the loveseat and onto the floor in front of Bakugou, kneeling sweetly. Crimson eyes watched you, guarded, wary; you placed a hand on top of his, testing the waters, and he allowed you to take it. Gently, you placed the callused palm of it on your cheek. It was warm and a little sweaty against your flesh, and heavy where you held it. 

“You have big hands,” you noted, turning slightly to press a kiss to his wrist. “They’re very pretty, too.”

Bakugou grunted, but did not pull away. Allowed this far, you decided to push for more; you pulled away, then pressed kisses to the pads of his fingers, allowing him to become acclimated to your touch. When he still did not resist, you figured it was all or nothing— you wrapped your lips around a long, thick digit and sucked it into your mouth, simulating oral.

“Fuck,” he swore, and you knew you had him.

Slowly, you pulled off of his finger with a wet pop. The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours, the smoky scent of his aftershave enveloping you. Big hands caged your face, holding you still; surprisingly soft lips nudged against your own, and the moment was so tender that you nearly lost yourself in it, forgetting momentarily the larger context of what they were there to do.

A rowdy wolf-whistle made sure that didn’t last, though. 

Distracted, you turned to grin at Kaminari— doubtless the guilty wolf-whistler— but sudden pain burned in the form of fingerprints on your jaw, turning your gaze back to meet Bakugou’s. 

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shivered. 

“Yes sir,” you replied, allowing yourself a small smile, and Bakugou grinned in return.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

What came next was more than you had expected. With pro-hero strength, Bakugou lifted you bodily from the floor and sat you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His sweats were soft against your skin, but there was little time to process anything else before his mouth was on your tits, tongue dragging across a peaked nipple. Startled, you moaned, and a large, warm hand squeezed at your hip, pulling you down to feel the hardness growing in his pants. The length of him brushed against your sex as you started grinding, encouraging his erection; the stimulation was muted but perfect as he played with your tits, leaving his mark across bare flesh with lips and tongue and teeth. 

"So fucking pretty," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and his hands heavy. "I want to fuck you." 

"That is what we're here for," you teased, but all laughter left as the thong you were wearing ripped beneath his hands, falling uselessly from your hips. 

"Turn around. I want you to watch them with me while I get you off."

You turned your head over your shoulder, following Bakugou's gaze. Mina was spread-eagle on the couch, watching you from upside-down as Shinsou ate her out. Somewhat strangely, his eyes were on you as well. This became something of a trend; you and Bakugou, it seemed, had the attention of the entire room. 

"Yeah," you agreed, dismounting his legs in order to turn around. "Yeah, I like that."

When you returned to your seat, facing the rest of the room, Bakugou's thighs were bare. The soft down of his hair tickled the backs of your thighs, which might have made you laugh if something warm and large hadn't brushed your entrance, forcing you to catch your breath. A hand moved to your hip, squeezing the fat of it, and then Bakugou was pushing inside you, filling you with length and girth that you wouldn't previously have credited him with. You felt… fuller than you had expected to be, and the sensation left you moaning at the penetration. 

"Mm, fuck yeah," he growled, his lips close to your neck, raising the small hairs there. "Moan for me, baby."

There was a noise behind you, and then damp fingers snuck around your waist and then between your legs, searching for your pleasure. His thick middle finger circled your clit, and almost involuntary, your hips bucked, shifting the long, hard cock inside you at a different angle. You moved again, chasing that feeling, and soon you were riding Bakugou in earnest, fucking yourself on his cock. 

In front of you, Ejirou was slowly stretching Sero"s ass, murmuring praise with a smile like sunshine. Sero, whose cock was in Jirou's mouth, made eye contact with you and winked, speaking fragments of Spanish that you couldn't decipher. Across the way, Mina was being spit roasted by Shinsou and Kaminari, who were sucking on each other's tongues as they took their pleasure from her. The whole scene was graphic and lewd and terrible and wonderful, and you couldn't think of anything that was quite so terrific when Bakugou managed to exceed your expectations, prying his lips away from your neck long enough to say,

"Fuck yeah, princess, you're so fucking hot. Lean back, lean back— I'm gonna hold you up and fuck you hard."

Before you could protest, he manhandled you backwards, crushing you against his still-clothed chest. He made good on his promise of fucking you hard— his hips rutted up into yours with strength and purpose, filling you up and stretching you out, forcing himself further inside with every thrust. His finger on your clit was relentless; it was all you could do just to breathe and tremble and shake and take all he had to give. 

"You close?" he grunted, never slowing. 

"Yeah," you confessed, almost embarrassed by it. "Yeah, m'really close."

"Good." Relief was evident in his voice. "Me too."

In the space of a few strokes more, you found your peak. With Bakugou groaning in your ear, you came hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over your head with the force of a falling oak. Bakugou, not far behind, actually lifted you up and off of his cock before he came, spilling hot seed over both your thighs. Really, it was ridiculous how much he came; looking at the volume he spilled, you almost wanted to feel it inside of you. 

In the afterglow, Bakugou was still a beast. Seemingly unbothered by the strength he'd had to exert in the last few minutes, he shifted you bodily until your back was against the loveseat and he was above you, straddling your thighs and kissing your mouth with the hunger of a starving panther. His cock, long and heavy even soft, twitched as you moved your hands up his thighs and to the curve where his hips met his back.

"I want to suck you off," you told him, filterless as you thought of his big, heavy-looking balls in your mouth. "Wanna feel you get hard in my mouth."

"In a minute," he said, taking his shirt off, expression tender  "I want to enjoy you for a little while more."

This part— the ravenous hunger followed by strange softness— found you woefully unprepared. Your heart pounded as his hands grew gentle, touching you like a lover would; how could you ever have prepared for such sweet exploration? Even his kisses had lost their bite, and were now soothing and something more than they'd been before. 

All around you, the others were reaching their own climaxes. Moans echoed throughout the cabin, but in the here and now, all of that seemed distant, fading. All of a sudden, you were intensely glad that Mina had asked you to come here, to experience this with them— but you were especially glad that it was just you and Bakugou, separate from the rest of them as he gave you his kindness and attention as well as his passion.

Really, you thought as Bakugou lowered his head between your legs, you wouldn't have it any other way. 

[jacedified]

Listener Outfits

“ Summit Edition “

‼️ SUMMIT SPOILERS ‼️

i know the redacted girls gays and theys are probably all stressing about what happened to the king of the house of bennette or why vincent and porter are fighting.. again.. or what happened to sweetheart but i really wanna show off what i think the listeners wouldve worn to the summit from my pov :>

⚠️ WARNING ‼️

(i view majority of the listeners as fem btw so if ur not interested in fem!listener stuff pls scooch along 💗)

so first we have angel wearing a gorgeous off the shoulder black gown with gold accents.. i also imagined a black and gold feathered mask but i couldnt find any that suited what i was looking for.

next up we have baaabe.. another stunning off the shoulder gown but entirely in red with a sheer black train, i also imagine asher would have a matching red and black suit since hes their favorite accessory :D

here we have everyones favorite stealth Department Investigator, Sweetheart!! serving those blessed enough to see them in person the “undercover investigator at a ball” realness. i feel like the slit with the simple yet eloquently detailed dress is just as the french would say “tre magnifique” .. and you just know milo turned it out just as well in an all black suit detailed with pearls and perfectly picked jewelry

now one of my personal favorites and my second closest kins amongst the listener, DARLIN’ / tank / hardest bitch on the block.. wtv u wanna call her.

now see i wanted to go a different route because i feel like tank as much as she wouldnt mind wearing a custom made gown and have her hair and makeup done by professionals with the rest of the girls, i feel like she’d definitely serve in something like this still custom made and her make up still done but she did it herself bc she knows what fits her face best. shes giving a little bit of androgyny while still siding in feminine and i adore it. only thing missing would be like a small crown or headpiece of some sort that obviously matched what sam wouldve been wearing but not something to crazy or out there that it distracts from the entire outfit itself.

with lovely unlike with the rest of the girls i had a harder time figuring out what someone partnered with both the host of summit and the prince of house of solaire would wear.. but i settled on this as i feel its elevated enough to where everyone wouldnt wanna take their eyes off of her but also elegant enough for the eyes to be staying on because she looks so good. this paired with the silver and black crown i imagined her getting from vincent is just perfect

now youre probably wondering who else could i have possibly added to this list of nothing but wonderful women and pure beauties amongst the redacted cinematic universe.. the answer is . . . alexis :D

now coming from the house of solaire obviously alexis had to show up dressed down to the 9s, especially when darlin’ and lovely will be in attendance .. the nonexistent “whos the fairest of them all” competition happening in alexis��� head would only lead her to wear this gorgeous, obviously designer, all black floor length gown of which is more than likely one of a kind and a very special piece to her. when i imagine alexis, well i dont really have to imagine when i heard her voice during the imperium i kind of already knew what kind of fashion sense she would go for. and thats why she was honestly the easiest to pick for this.

and with all of that out of the way, i bid you all a wonderful summit’s night <3

art credits: jinyapham and ninanoon :D

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 53: Snuffing Out the Messenger Bird

Masterlist

Brian groans as he wakes up slowly. The back of his head is pulsing, throbbing in pain. Did something hit his head? He tries to reach to check his head but finds them restricted. Wha–

He has no idea where he is, or how he came to be here, but there are voices, lots of voices, but Brian can't decipher their words. For a moment, he feels as though the voices are inside his head. Brian opens his eyes, his vision blurry. He stares numbly for some minutes as men swarm before him in a sea of colours, swirling blues and reds and yellows, mixed with blobs of green and brown. 

Is he sitting on the ground? Brian jerks hard at the rope round his wrists but only succeeds in digging the rough material farther into his flesh. He can feel the burn and a damp feeling that he thinks is oozing blood, but Brian can't be sure as his hands have gone numb but an ache courses through his body. He moves to stand or sit up, only then realising that he is bound. 

The others are still talking, though, and now Brian is able to seize on a word here and there and try and decipher what is being said. Several pairs of legs swim into view.

"He's James MacQuiston." Says one voice. "From Hudgin's Ferry." 

"You are sure?" A second asks. Brian wonders, dimly, why he's asking this. Sure of what? Brian is sure of nothing, save that he is in a bad way. 

"Yessir." Says another, third, voice. "I saw him in Murtagh Fitzgibbons's camp, palavering with him. You ask amongst the prisoners, sir—they'll say so." 

"You saw him in the battle?" The second voice asks for confirmation.

James MacQuiston. He'd heard of MacQuiston... what...? 

"He killed a man in my company." The first voice says, his voice harsh with anger. "Shot him in cold blood as he lay wounded on the ground."

The first voice, he's heard it before.

Brian's vision clears as the faces swim into view. He gags around the fabric in his mouth, stopping him from speaking.

Two men are standing over him. One is unfamiliar, with dark hair and eyes. He is a soldierly-looking man in his late thirties, dressed in a red uniform. The second face swims into view alongside the first. This one seems familiar, face fringed with thick black beard. 

The third, however, looks very familiar. Dirty blond hair, broad-boned, handsome face with deep, striking green eyes. The green eyes looking down on him, dispassionate. 

William Buccleigh "Buck" Mackenzie! Green-eyes is Buck! Roger's own great-grandfather – the bastard son of Geillis Duncan and Dougal MacKenzie. His sense of relief at remembering the name is succeeded instantly by shock as he realises that Buck had told them he is MacQuiston. Why— 

Brian hears a groan next to him. He turns to see Roger next to him. Face beaten bloody, mouth gagged with cloth and wrists and ankles tied with rope. He blinks blearily at Brian. It clicks then. He remembers.

There had been a fight between Roger and Brian and Buck's group. After having tried and failed to convince Murtagh to abandon this fight, they had come across a group of women washing clothes with one of them being Morag Mackenzie. She was a woman Roger had met and saved aboard the Gloriana on his voyage from Scotland to the colonies and also Roger's ancestor. It was absolutely great to meet Morag and to see Roger be reunited with his four-times great-grandmother. A sweet scene, until it wasn't... 

Brian forgets that certain gestures from a 20th century time traveller's point of view are not perfectly innocent from the point of view of 18th century husbands. If he had, he wouldn't have hugged Morag like he did and Roger would have stopped him but Brian had been so excited to meet the woman who is Roger's ancestor that things went wrong. Then they were approached by the enraged Buck. 

The rustle that occurred with Buck and his followers led to Brian and Roger being exposed as being on the militia side when their cockades fell from their pocket, a traitor in the men's eyes. They had then knocked Roger and Brian out with the butt of their guns.

As the memories flood his mind and Brian tries to stand but his wrists and ankles are tied. He manages to get to his knees, hunched like an inch-worm, but lifts his head to see Buck, with a faint smile and his eyes on Brian, put his hand in his pouch and draw out a yellow piece of cloth folded to look like a flower. With a small shock, Brian recognised his own militia badge. Oh God. 

Brian shivers as he looks at Buck in horror. His clothes feel damp due to Buck and his friends having thrown him and Roger into the river after he and Roger had first woken up, pressing their heads underwater. Recalling how shots were still being fired nearby; not in volleys, but a ragged popcorn rattle. The air reeked with black powder smoke, and every so often, something came whistling through the trees. 

Then they'd gagged him with the flag of truce, Roger with another cloth, and stuffed the kerchief so deep into his throat that he was close to choking, and knotting his own stock round his mouth. Brian gags with reaction at the memory, feeling bile rise up the back of his throat.

He remembers not much else after being knocked out once more until he woke up.

"And which one is—" The soldier asks.

Buccleigh points at Brian. "That'll be him, Colonel Chadwick." Then points at Roger. "And he is his accomplice."

"Very well. Take MacQuiston, too, then." The soldier, Colonel Chadwick, says and turns away. "Leave his accomplice. Three will be enough for Governor Tryon for now." 

Hands grip Brian's arms and jerk him upright, pulling him so that he stumbles, his weight supported by two men dressed in uniform. He pulls against them, wanting to turn and find Roger and Buck but they yank him round, compelling him to stumble toward a small rise, topped with a huge white oak and surrounded by a sea of men, but they fall back, making way for Brian and his escorts. He sees the horses beneath the tree, the looped nooses hanging above the empty saddles from its branches. 

The three chosen ones are quickly prepared for execution and forced to stand on a horse. Brian throws himself to the side, trying to fall off the horse but hands catch him and push him back, one strikes him hard across the face. He shakes his head, eyes watering, and through the blur of tears sees who he thinks is Roger, fighting against the captors to save him. To save Brian. 

The sack is placed over his head, the rope placed around his neck, draws tight about his throat, and Brian screams behind the gag. He continues to struggle with a strength beyond what he had ever imagined he possessed, desperate to survive. His highs clench so hard about the horse's body that it jerks under him in protest. 

A voice is speaking but Brian hears nothing for the roar of blood in his ears. Then he feels his bottom slide back over the horse's rump. Now without the animal's support, Brian's legs dangle helplessly. He hears a wrenching jerk and then he is spinning, choking, fighting for air. His hands have come loose and he tries to tear at the rope, but it is too late. 

He dangles, kicking, and hears a far-off rumble from the crowd. He kicks and bucks, feet pawing empty air, hands clawing at his throat. His chest strains, his back arches, and his sight goes black, small lights flickering in the corners of his eyes. And then the stubborn impulse leaves him and he feels his body stretch and loosen, reaching, reaching for the earth. 

"Brian!" Ellen's cry breaks through as he falls into unconsciousness. 

——

A/N: Sorry to those who thought Murtagh was going to change his mind. He is never going to do that because it would be too out of character.

For those who don't remember, the name Buck MacKenzie gives when he turns over Brian is, James MacQuiston – (1736–1804), was a native of Pennsylvania. He was a spy on the western frontier of the colonies; he was affiliated with the Regulators, and his two brothers were present at the Battle of Alamance. 

Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[ninasbooknook]

welcome to my book nook! i LOVE to yap. here's a little summary on what goes on here.

sfw!!

lgbtqia+ safe environment, the girls, gays and theys are more than welcome here!

neurodivergents are more than welcome!

book stuff

writing stuff - poems, stories, thoughts.

moviessssss

music!!!

fav authors that i will most likely talk about: alice oseman, lynn painter, holly jackson, holly black and more as i am only just beginning my reading journey.

fav books that i would definitely recommend and will talk about a lot: BTTM and the do-over by lynn painter, AGGGTM series by holly jackson, solitaire + the heartstopper series by alice oseman and the cruel prince series by holly black.

fav movies/tv shows: little women, barbie, coraline, la la land, 500 days of summer, corpse bride, heartstopper, gilmore girls, legally blonde, mean girls, and clueless.

my opinions - i have lots of them, if you disagree, let's talk about it! i love a good debate.

fav music artists: taylor swift, beabadoobee, tv girl, sabrina carpenter, ayesha erotica, lana del rey, sabrina carpenter, abba and olivia rodrigo.

tara yummy, jake webber, johnnie guilbert super fan.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 - nina's book nook 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

[carmenthabaddie]

Move in silence 🤫

2024 I’m moving in silence period. Too many losers and leeches who won’t do the work and hate on your success. I recently had job interview and didn’t tell everyone. I won’t know if I got the job till Tuesday or Wednesday.

People tell they plans cause they seek validation and approval from others. At 31 I don’t need people validation or approval. What people don’t know they can’t destroy. I had so many women hating on me cause I refuse to be mediocre. I hold myself accountable and dont point finger or blame others for shit I should be doing.

Some people addicted to they bad habits and bare minimum. At 31 I realized I needed go harder and less excuses. And I’m blossoming into a baddie. I dont care to know what others doing cause I’m to busy worrying about myself. Stop telling your business and ruining your life cause you are naïve about how most people think. Majority of people are losers. Only 1 % of people are winners.

People you call friends should have goals and productive and letting go bad habits, and holding themselves accountable and showing action and not just words. Who don’t gossip about people cause they too busy improving their lives. Who gives you what you give them. Who never drains you and doesn’t play the blame game. I agree and believe you are who you hang out with seriously. Stop hanging and associating with women who are losers and accepts bare minimum and low maintenance and don’t take accountability for themselves and low standards. She will hate on you and backstab you.

2024 I’m focused on myself and my goals. And learning consistency, discipline, dedication, commitment, and determination. I will be having success stories left to right. Most will not know my blessings cause I don’t believe in bragging and most will hate your success. If you gone tell make sure you accomplish the goal first and then tell. But never tell when you are planning and working for the goal. Cause once you accomplish a goal and they hate thei can’t do shit cause you already accomplished the goal.

I will be doing a video on this for my YouTube channel and explaining this with words from spirit and ancestors. 2024 my year. I refuse to be who I was in 2023. Im so happy since 18 I been in therapy and focus on improving myself. It’s been years and I’m finally reaping the benefits of therapy at 31. More black women should go to therapy and heal and do better.

Spirit and ancestors is all I need. I can do bad all by myself I don’t need another human being approval or validation period. Im too much of a bad bitch to care about others approval and validation. I hold and have the key to success and truth is some people can’t go to the promised land with you. We would accomplish more if we got rid of people who are dead weight. I know my worth and is a beautiful and intelligent and hardworking and well put together bad bitch. And stand out and rather hang by myself then fake people.

Got my 3 new wigs. Will try do quick review. Got Chinese food today. And worked out twice today. And did good at job interview. And busy working on my goals everyday. My goal is week of intermittent fasting 16:8. And gym once this week. Really need be stricter and actually go gym and interment fast 16:8. If I have more updates I all update y’all. The glow up level of journey isn’t for faint of heart. 💖💖😍😍😍

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

hi there! love ur username. i was wondering, do u have any metal recs? it's super tiring having to vibe check every band i come across, esp old school metal, because it feels like every other guy is a fuckin white supremacist or a predator 😵 im standing here in a corner holding system of a down, metallica, and twisted sister to my chest like please help me. anyway, whatever ya got, new or old or whatever!!! tysm ❤️

Yes.

When I make suggestions I try to stick with BIPIC, queer, and women bands because they're so under represented in the metal scene and that have some of the best music.

I did actually make a post on this recently here.

The only band I have to add to the list is actually a Black female singer Ergo, Bria.

May I also suggest you check out @petewentzisblack1312 as they have some really good suggestions as well. (I often check out their blog for music suggestions)

-fae

[dumpsterfireofsubtext]

just typed a whole ass ask and then it failed to send , so take three thousand

anyway yeah, beatrice w michael so much potential

picturing beatrice about michael like:

and it's just odd because beatrice knows michael is almost like a sibling to ava, and they're 🤝 like disabled solidarity and solidarity over being repeatedly massively & constantly fucked over by the system because of it, esp because for obvious reasons they're one of the only ones in each other's lives who can actually understand and relate, and she's chill w jc and only very mildly a teeny bit grumpy and pouty like:

when she's jealous of someone ava knows or is interacting w, esp the longer she's in a relationship w ava, bc she knows thereks nothing to worry about, so it's not really a jealousy thing but for whatever reason michael & beatrice just clash w and dislike each other, and it's mutual

they probably do a bunch of the rich british ways of being rude to each other, like beatrice only ever giving michael microwaves tea, calling him american, michael not doing the whole pinky extend thing in beatrice's presence when drinking tea, not introducing each other by name when there's a need for the two if them to introduce themselves to someone, etc

they're frenemies though because they have a mutual respect for each other, esp in regards to ava and that they know they'll both call each other out on the other's shit if they mess up in regards to her, and also because they're 🤝 repressed rich british people who've had duty engrained in themselves to the point of extreme detriment solidarity with each other (beatrice because of well, we all know, & michael because of reya and the whole "be a human bomb" thing)

yes there's lilith, but lilith is also v openly & outwardly prickly whereas michael & beatrice are more like:

not to mention i get the vibe beatrice & michael grew up w more public scrutiny on them and their family, and lilith & her fam w relatively a bit less, given beatrice is the child of diplomats, and michael's the child of a rich billionaire who founded a massive tech company that's been making waves w medical related tech stuff, and the whole "union of church & science thing", whereas lilith's family is neither of those (afaik), and probably purposely shyed away from public scrutiny on purpose given the public isn't supposed to know about the ocs and loads of women from the family disappearing and/or becoming nuns probably looks shady as hell, esp when you add in the factor of warrior nuns dying young which means those women would disappear to the public permanently and/or die of ??? circumstance

also i didn't really know what the movie i was referencing was either, as i only watched a bit of it from when someone i know was watching it around me, but i googled it and it’s apparently a comedy movie called The Big Year (2011) starring Jack Black, Owen Wilson, & Steve Martin, and my takeaway from the bit of the movie that i had watched and remember is just "office worker is a big nerd about birds" and given the conversation about beatrice & animals and your specific mention of a bird, my thought process was like beatrice & animals, specifically a bird - remember that movie w the bird nerd office worker guy -> beatrice as some Very Serious & lowkey unintentionally intimidating office worker who's secretly (or not really that secretly, people just don't ask so beatrice doesn't mention) a complete nerdy bird enthusiast would be cute and cool as hell

couple of hcs for this specific scenario because it kinda grew a lil bit of a tail thanks to the ✨vibes✨, but

1) one of ava's favorite times in the year, if not *the* favorite time in the year, is bird season because it's one of the few times ava gets to see consistently & constantly unstressed, unguarded, and unabashed about being happy & excited for something she has a lot of passion for, even around people who aren't beatrice's friends & family a bunch of times

2) ava & beatrice's first date, or one of their first dates (which may have been or started out as a blind date) was kinda awkward and stilted until some bird caught beatrice's attention because it's v rare to see in the area or something (idk, i'm not a birder), and despite her attempts clearly couldn't divert her focus, upon which ava amusedly & a bit curiously asked what was so special about the bird, which had beatrice explaining, and seeing beatrice so obv enthralled and passionate about the subject in her explanation had ava like 😍, which officially broke the ice on their dates and sparked the sparks (if they weren't sparked already)

also when i was typing the bit about bird nerd beatrice the first time and in a cool coincidence a bird landed near where i was typing, so have a couple of bird pics

This was a treat to read so Im glad it finally got through!!!

yeah, I think the longer Michael and Bea are around each other it's less about jealousy over Ava and more about just fucking with each other.

Oh yeah, they absolutely have repressed rich kid solidarity (along with Lilith so adding her to the mix would just bring even more chaos).

Bwahahahahaaaa that john mulaney ss is too accurate actually. And I agree with you about the public scrutiny thing, I mean Beatrice was sent away because her parents didn't want to look bad because she was gay. I feel like because of that they can't properly hate each other because they understand each other a bit too much??

That also goes for bea and Lilith too I think, so they all just end up being this trio of repression. (now I'm imagining them all banding together like the 3 horsemen of the repression apocalypse)

Bird-watcher AU when???? Because Beatrice the Bird nerd is actually adorable. Like maybe they meet on an expedition or something (??? idk lol).

God, I love putting characters in Scenarios and Situations.

[theliterarywolf]

Going anon cause I don’t want a giant target on my back, you ever notice that guys have a harder time in the dating pool? Like they gotta have a certain amount of income, body type, height and mannerisms just to have a chance at a date/relationship with a woman?

See, I keep hearing/reading this take going around.

I myself haven't been in the dating pool for, woof, years (I wanted to start dating this year, but I made the resolution that I have to get my mental health in order first) so I don't have the core experience/evidence to say a definite one way or the other.

However! What I will say, based on what I've observed from people on social media talking about it, is that dating kind of sucks for everyone right now.

Like, you have what you mentioned: a bunch of women/femmes not wanting to look at a profile unless they're some 6-foot-12 Adonis who owns a Fortune 500 company, while not considering what (if anything) they're bringing to the table.

However, you also have men/butches not wanting a woman unless she fits into some bizarre 'barely-legal-but-looks-like-an-OnlyFans-thot-without-the-baggage' image that gets lauded online.

Not to mention (and, I'm sorry to say, my fellow black, African, and brown women, you have to stop doing this): the sheer, mindboggling amount of women going out for first-dates with guys and insisting 'Oh, so you're going to buy food for my kids at home too, right???'

Honey, no... They barely know you, let alone your babies!

Also, going back to the male side of the equation: some guys need to stop trying to play every position of the field at once. What I mean by that is: if you are talking to a girl, you don't need to be talking to two other girls at the same time.

And before anyone tries to say 'Oh, the straights are at it again', my shes, gays, and theys are not innocent in this either.

I think the only insight that I can give is just... looking for connection first rather than going into dating thinking that 'okay, I HAVE TO hit this off in one go so I can get a relationship going'. Rome wasn't built in a day and if you just try to aim for connection first rather than everything thing all at once, I feel like the other facets will start falling more into place.

[tarithenurse]

D&D spam 1/3 (for now)

Okay so here is first some homebrew on Drow.

In canon lore, Drow are more or less a viscious self-destructive race with an evil alignment. Much about their lore didn’t make sense to me and the same goes for their prime deity Lolth so I sat down with my DM and we started talking and while some leans heavily on canon, some aspects have been changed considerably.

As such: yeah, credit to the creators of canon Drow, Menzeberranzan and Lolth. What follows is my take on it. I’d love to hear your thoughts or get more inspiration as I KNOW there’s room for improvement.

On Drows

The Basics:

Drow are between 140-170cm and weigh fairly little: 40-80kgs – the males are often a bit bigger than the females. The have dark skin (greys, black, blues, and purples) and white hair while their eyes range from light blue over intense violet to red. Drows may live to be 800 years and mature physically when they are around 25 years old, but the females are only fertile approximately once every 25 years when they come into “heat”. Despite the physical maturation, a Drow is not considered fully adult until she’s past the age of higher education, bringing her through the last formative years.

Males and females:

Drows live in a matriarchal society. Men and women are mostly segregated in public and the men live more humbly than the women. Even when sharing a home, the male Drow does not earn the same luxuries as his mate. That is to say that the men have about the same right as a good work horse: they are used for harder labour and to serve in the military (sometimes even in (lower) ranking positions), and for the purposes of procreating. For the well-off female Drow, it becomes important to ensure a possible mating happens with a male Drow of certain qualities.

The heat is a female phenomenon that carries with it certain physiological changes: the beauty is enhanced by a healthier appearance, the bust size increases, the eyes begin to glow, and – most remarkably of all – the female secretes specific pheromones that attracts the males and makes them more submissive and eager to please her. This (the heat and the changes) diminishes after a handful of months unless she mates successfully and in that case the pheromones change, becoming only influential on the male with whom she has mated while it no longer has effect on other males.

A pregnancy lasts roughly 5 years and it is customary for the male to remain in the company of the female throughout that period or until the gender of the child is known in case it should be a boy. During the years of the pregnancy the physical changes brought on by the heat will slowly wear off as the toll of the pregnancy wears on the female.

Female children are raised by their mothers and granted full citizenship whereas the boys are raised by the fathers and have little rights if any.

It’s the maternal name that’s passed down through the generations of the females while the males rarely have a last name, rather being distinguished by house or female’s full name if they were to remain a mating couple.

Where the female Drow tends to be ruled by logic and reason, the male Drow is more emotionally influenced and has a tendency to bond quicker with potential partners. Homosexuality is not uncommon among any gender but happens for different reasons: the males partner up due to the emotional connection, females see it as a way to further their self-interest or as a mutually beneficial arrangement which may or may not last the rest of their lives – often not. For females, these relationships are often initiated with similar contractual agreement as surrounding the mating.

Education:

The boys are schooled institutionally at a young age to be able to read and write elvish, the mother tongue. Any other lessons are taught by the fathers one-on-one and are often more practical in nature such as cleaning, or repairs of various sort and at age 10 the boys are already being split into daily duties according to their abilities (cleaning, cooking, teaching assistant etc).

The most important “lessons” are acquired through interaction with their peers and through play fighting: brawling and fist fights are not uncommon and give their superiors a way to evaluate the young males’ skills further and funnel them in the appropriate directions for their military service. In case a special talent is revealed, the boy will be taken away from his peers and given more rigorous training with other talents.

Conscription to the army happens at age 20 and is mandatory for all males. The service lasts 150 years unless the male is deemed fit for a higher rank and/or he himself chooses to remain enlisted. In rare cases a male can already have crawled the ranks although they never supersede the females. The highest rank for a male is captain.

Post military duty the most common jobs for a male are the physically taxing ones: mining, construction, or farming…but in case of injuries, it is possible for a male to be assigned a lighter task such as janitor, cleaner, or mentor for the boys although with that follows an (if possible) even lower status.

For the females, there’s the basic schooling which is mandatory from age 6-24 and covers subjects such as elvish and common, math, basic sciences and alchemy, history, biology etc. In the later classes, the Drow begin to learn of the social structure albeit in a very factual manner (as with anything else). From age 20, she receives sexual education and dance lessons.

For the richer girls, it’s not uncommon to hire a tutor to assist with the learning of specific troublesome school subjects or extracurriculars such as magic.

After the basic schooling has ended, the female Drow may apply for the Academy. Admission is regulated through the passing of tests, one test for each academic school. There is a certain number of spaces available per year although a minimum grade on the corresponding test must be achieved before a Drow can attend that particular academy school.

There is the magical academy school (for wizards etc), the military academy school (self-explanatory), and the last academy school with the mixed focus of politics and commerce. Common for all of these is the teaching of other languages such as Undercommon. The length of the education varies from specification to specification.

Housing:

The poorer homes are carved directly out of the cave walls while the families with wealth can afford freestanding houses that have been built similarly to the top world...except with less wood. Almost everything is made of stone and pottery or metal.

The light sources are often a special type of crystal that glows when cracked, or glowing mushrooms, bugs, or magic. There is a certain kind of “wax” that’s harvested from a bug and that can be turned into candles, but this is more expensive.

Furniture is mostly made of various stone, from cheap slate to expensive granites with gems inlaid and carvings. The furniture is extremely sparse for the poorer families, and crude too, while it more closely resembles a fully furnished home once you reached the higher echelons although furniture is rarely moved due to the weight. Only at the very rich noble houses or at the palace might there be furniture made of wood, as well as household goods of wool and/or feathers. Seats and beds are softened by a specific kind of lichen and covered in silks made from silk spiders that are more or less domesticated.

Doors, if they aren’t simply curtains, are made of metal or more commonly of compressed exoskeletons or hardened mushroom-fibres. Windows rarely have glass in them because that’s expensive to import or make – but as there’s no weather to shield against, it hardly matters – and rather curtains are used.

There are communal kitchens and baths, especially for the poorer levels of the society or the men.

Menzoberranzan:

The capital city of the Drow in the Underdark is called Menzoberranzan and is constantly expanding through excavations and building. Menzoberranzan, specifically one of the richer areas called Narbondellyn, is where Zilvra’s family has managed to settle down.

Narbondellyn is the home of the wealthy and up-and-coming Drow houses. No fewer than seven existing powerful noble houses and several of the most luxurious and profitable of businesses are located in this neighbourhood. The best gems and perfumes can be found here, as well as the city's moneylenders. Narbondellyn is stretched out in front of Qu'ellarz'orl.

Qu’ellarz’orl’s plateau is located in the southwestern corner of the city and is screened from the rest of the city by a forest of giant mushrooms. Contrary to the rest of the city, Qu'ellarz'orl is spacious and bare, no crowds are found here, nor any businesses. The space that is occupied is dominated by the most powerful noble houses as well as the palace.

Tier Breche is the highest point in the city and is protected by two giant spider statues that can be animated to protect the academy which houses the three schools. It is located in a side cavern on the northern side of the city.

There are other parts to the city: the slums of Braeryn, Eastmyr and Duthcloim for the commoners, the West Wall where   also the embassy is, and the Bazaar.

There are several tunnels leading from the capital and onward through the Underdark, but only one big tunnel that leads up to the Topside. At the other end, there’s a well-concealed (even through magical means) exit/entrance and not far from that is The Hub.

The Hub is a trading station slash village in its own right. Here, the trade between the Underdark and the Topside takes place and there is a teleportation area that is reserved for emissaries, the council members or the Queen herself. Here are also the embassies with representatives from other races/nations.

Religion and tradition:

The majority of Drow dedicate themselves to Lolth [homebrew version] but other deities are represented although the national holidays only are dedicated to Lolth. Perceived as evil by outsiders due to the sacrificial killings, Lolth is in fact a strict and perhaps harsh goddess who wants her own people to defend themselves with a fury. She does, however, never instigate infighting, and Drow upon Drow crime is to be punished. Lolth takes the appearance of part Drow part spider and because of that, spiders are not killed but simply moved or let be (it is considered bad luck to kill a spider). Lolth devotees are recognizable by the use of spider or spiderweb imagery in the attire and the priestesses wear silvery garments made of un-dyed spider silk.

The aforementioned sacrifices take place on specific dates in the temple of Lolth, meaning that the spectacle is mainly reserved for the serious devotees of Lolth – they are to celebrate the founding of Menzoberranzan and the coronation of a new queen and are as such surrounded by great festivities throughout the city. The worthy sacrifices are individual prisoners that are too great a liability to use as slaves or keep alive.

Further events such as eclipses are celebrated and so are centennials, births of females, the graduation from the academy. There are rituals surrounding the mating of a Drow, and burials.

Other deities are often related to caves/mines, the night and the celestial bodies related to that, and other “useful” minor deities that represent aspects of daily life (craft, trade, luck, war etc).

More on societal structure:

The Drow society is ruled by a queen who has a range of advisors. The title of queen lasts a lifetime and a new queen is elected from among the noble houses. Each noble house puts forth a suitable candidate, leading to competition within the house prior to this, and the queen elect is chosen by the upper echelon consisting of the nobles, the council and some of the prominent or important families.

There are several noble houses and it is often within these or through the academy that women are found for important positions (advisors, emissaries, diplomats, high ranks of various sorts etc). The noble houses are spread throughout the city of Menzoberranzan.

The Drow uphold the death penalty – for sure if the crime is committed by a slave but other wise in cases of murder or similarly severe situations. Mostly the punishment for severe crimes was either work camps, dangerous labour or live test dummies for the Department of Developmental Magic.

The Drow do hold slaves in the form of bugbears, goblins, kobolds and other supposedly lesser races.

Commerce:

The huge mushroom farm outside the city in the area called Donigarten thrives in unison with the myconids that generally coexist with the more civilized Underdark races (Drow and Duergar).

Major resources for food are mushroom and lichen farming, fishing, clams, and the hunting of subterranean beasts while most everything else has to be imported.

Other import consists of wood- and fibre-products, paper, meats, grains, wine and beer. Export products are gems and pearls and jewellery, metal, stone, pottery, minerals such as salt, crystals, poisons and potions, weapons (some even gem-enchanted), fungi, and (spider)silks. The import/export exchange takes place in the Hub, Topside.

Drow have invented the wondrous spider-climb boots that can be purchased or found as costly items. Furthermore, the discarded exoskeletons from the spiders are used to create leather through an intricate process and the mandibles and claws are used for weapons.

[leikeliscomet]

Im just gonna say it: the exact same argument about series 11 having a woman playing the Doctor but w/ inconsistent politic & fake activism applies to series 14 & a lil of RTD2 in general but in Black. Respectability politics & flimsy anti racism all over the shop

It thinks futuristic racism corrects racism "being a thing of the past" but then actively erases said racism of Britain's past. Twice. Not only that but it glorifies the 60s & regency period. Does "powerful" white supremacy commentary then slaps a regency wig on 15's head 😭

It should go without saying that 1960s & 1800s Britain wasnt some post racial utopia. The show would rather make these periods more progressive than they really were instead of telling the stories of the POC living there or hell, show us history outside of 'the West'

It treats the dehumanisation of Black people as an inevitable part of future society. Fifteen has to be a perfect non violent victim of racism but can fridge the goblin king & the chuldur easy. Racism can/must exist but fighting back or having any reaction to ur oppressor can't.

The gag is RTD understands racial oppression when it affects *him* tho. The oppression of the Welsh is acknowledged in present day Earth bc it's a real part of history. Its addressed again in 2046 bc it's still relevent in the future. & did Ruby save Roger? No she got him gone!

It sanitises its own history. The Doctor has called out racial supremacy, human or not since day. And no they didn't always save *everyone*. Against the establishment to begging it & partying with it too apparently. Rosa has issues but at least it was hopeful...

It treats Fifteen as a white character made Black which has weird implications for a non human being from a "post racial" society. Thirteen wasn't a "human woman" but she still had the agency to call out every misogynist she met. Lawd forbid she cried over Jack Robertson 😭

Despite having a Black Doctor they're written for a white audience. 'It's not about Black people, its about white people' sealed the deal. It treats their Blackness as circumstantial & not something they'll have to deal with regardless of time period playing it safe & palatable

This 1 should be self explanatory. If Donna's seen the Doctor's mind then she knows Fugitive Doctor exists so yes the Doctor comes in a range of different colours 🤪🤪 And again if he's not a human Black man but an alien then why is it a surprise that he can change race? Ugh...

Isaac Newton wasn't that deep bc he's only there for the mavity gag but it opened a fuck ton of racism towards Nathaniel Curtis & antiblackness bc the racists camping the tag thought he was Black. 'Owning the right 🤪' at the expense of POC in the show & fandom. Great job there..

RTD made the point of the Toymaker being racist then keeps him anyway? Takes a jab about cultural appropriation in Pyramids of Mars then based the finale on it anyway w/ Sutekh? Not even entertaining the Black Guardian ting. Like what's the point of any of this? It feels so fake.

Carla's not as egregious as the previous but apart from RTD copying & posting her name from Clyde's mum in SJA, she doesn't get a lot to do outside supporting Ruby's storyline. S14 then ends with Ruby calling her bio mum her "real" mum so her serving role didn't mean much anyway

The Giggle was the 1st flag bc it conflated all political related anger as bad bc it's anger instead of love 😫✊🏻without *single* look at why the current political climate is the way that it is. Pandemic, genocides, climate change & govt corruption yh ppl will be angry Russell 🥴

Series 11 at least gets to gas itself up for having women write for the 1st female Doctor and having Black and South Asian writers for the first time in the show's history (which isn't a great achievement but ah well)

Series 14 doesn't have that to its credit.

Black woman who only exists to boost white characters stories, racism stories that don't give their Black characters full agency & 0 follow up of their experiences only this time w/ no Black writers. Same tings different font. What improvement was made exactly?

Tl;Dr - We have the 1st Black Doctor in the main lineup but this series handles race and racism poorly. There's barely any improvement from how race was handled in RTD1 and his handling of Black characters in Years & Years and It's a Sin hasn't been brought over. 🥴

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the Isle pt 24

Leander: Now then.....I hate sitting around doing nothing, so I am going to teach you some Greek magic.

Vick: Really?

Leander: *laugh* contan the enthusiasm we will need to train somewhere away from the house.

Vick: Why are you gonna blow it up?

Leander: Maybe it would ruin Debbies day.

Vick: *hiding laughter* you really don’t like her.

Leander: I mean yes but one should never insult their host, sorry.

Vick: No it’s ok you are kinda right.

Leander: You really aren’t like your grandfather.

Vick: What??

Leander: Don’t worry, Little Arawn it’s more of a compliment.

Vick: How?

Leander: Every man has his flaws and two of your grandfathers is never laughing during work and marrying your grandmother, two things you do not possess.

 Vick: Thanks?

Leander: Now go get changed into something better for the outdoors we are going to hike through the forest for a training spot.

Vick: Yeah ok one second.

Vick: FUCK ME a hike, God I hope Reegan is doing better than me right now.

 *The Scene goes to Reegan Violently searching through the burnt rubble of the once storge room as Apollo walks in eating a bar of unknown origin*

Apollo: What are you doing?

Reegan: There is nothing left no pop tarts, cookies not even a pack of chocolate.

Apollo: You- fuck you do not need to eat why are you doing this?

Reegan: Because it is the only thing i- i crave.

Apollo: Fuck it sure.

*Reegan turns to Apollo and appears directly Infront of him which in turn makes him jump and throw the bar into the sky till Reegan rips it out of the air and starts to munch on it then his face turns to disgust*

Reegan: What the hell is that?

Apollo: Protein bar kept a few laying around in my room.

Reegan: Ok please go and talk Hermes now.

Apollo: Numb me up then.

*sigh Reegan disappears then comes back just to lift Apollos hoodie and cover his wound in a werid cream*

Reegan: Ok now leave or I will haunt you till you leave for a supply run.

Apollo: You wouldn’t.

Reegan: I would now leave.

Apollo: *sigh* Fine.

*Apollo walks around the fort in what’s left of his clothes which are being held together by a thread till he starts to descend a staircase of stone placed years before the fort.

He walks down these stairs then into a room with only a hollow stone gateway and a circle with a pattern inside of it on the ground next to the gate Apollo walks up to the stone gate and takes a deep breath*

Apollo: I give my trust to you, Janus the gate keeper the in-between of all things take me to the forest in Thebes in which Dionysus Dendrites, the thunderer lives.

*The hollow gateway is filled with a deep glowing red then Apollo walks through and comes through another gateway that is in a forest, the trees are pine and fir that cover the land scape.

Apollo turns as the gateway powers off and notices that this gateway is crumbling, the stone wearing away while the local flora is slowing claiming it with small and large patches of plant life covering the gateway*

Apollo: Poor Janus glad he can’t see this though

*Apollo starts walking through the forest for a short time until he reaches a camp of scattered fire pits with soft canvas tents of bright and inviting color placed around everywhere, the area is covered with the sound of God like strings being played while many voices seemingly coming from everywhere sang a soft but intense melody.

Apollo start walking through the camp coming close with the dancing woman and man almost giving into the temptations of dance and libations but presses forward till he reaches a man or woman it was hard to tell as they were dressed in a long dark purple skirt with a white crop top with large black boots.

They have septum, nose bridge and tongue piercing, they were sitting in a marble throne with over grow vines and bushes growing around and on it they had a man and woman at each side of them.

However, the man and women were satyrs one with black fur and another with white.

Apollo walks up to them and bows they take notice and bitte their lip and stand up while they approach Apollo one of the party goer’s hands them a staff of polished wood and an acorn on top.

While the white satyr walks pass while sliding their hand over Apollos shoulder*

Dionysus: Oh my sweet, God like Apollo you have no need to bow before me, but I could get used to the sight.

Apollo: *laughs* Only proper manners but I do need to see your brother.

Dionysus: Why the rush we have wine to share and songs to sing, you are a guest after all.

Apollo: Though I wouldn’t oppose a drink with you normally he of the winnowing fan, I must insist.

Dionysus: Hmmm I love when you use my titles but I relet ill personally take you right now.

Apollo: sounds great, Thunderer.