#if anything it's pretty obvious that we're not supposed to agree with most of it

[thesmokinpossum]

btw, while I think we can all agree that her chapter contains quite a few...questionable elements, I'm glad Lucy Mancini exists in the universe of The Godfather because thanks to her there's one woman in this book who ends up in a materially better place than where she started unlike litterally all the others so we can at least appreciate that

[arolesbianism]

Everyday I see another youtube video or whatever say smth along the lines of "this character is badly written because they're unlikable/annoying/insert negative description here" and everyday I end up massively disappointed because I came here for analysis on the actual writing of a character not just a description of the feelings they made you experience

[angstyentropy]

The writers of Robin War did not get We Are Robin at all, on re-read it's quite obvious they didn't care for them at all. They treat We Are Robin (WAR) as if it's useless, they're importance is downplayed at every turn and they barely get any moment to shine.

(break because this is a long post)

Most of my issues start after the Robins meet up at the gym. Duke starts giving a speech while his friends stand off to the side. Up until this point Duke has never been treated as a leader and the We Are Robin team have only acted as equals.

Everyone decided independently to go out and fight crime, everyone is on the same page and that's why they work together. They're a group working together because they want to, they aren't a gang working under a gang leader.

Damian immediately shows up, tells them they aren't Robin, tells them to go home, insults them and beats up both Duke and everyone else. On top of dozens of people being arrested our first impressions of We Are Robin are them being portrayed as weak and incompetent, and I hate that this isn't a one time occurrence.

Grayson #15 literally starts with WAR saying they are Robin only to immediately be corrected by the "main four" Robins followed by Dick talking about how inexperienced they are. Not long after we get a two page spread of Damian berating them and beating them with ease.

What happens right after they get trained? They get captured and rendered useless before they could do anything. What happens when they're captured? You guessed it! They get insulted more. They don't even get to show off any training as they escape, they just reach between bars and throw Tim upwards, the next two encounters with the Talons barely show any of WAR fighting either.

I get that this was supposed to show the difference in skill but we haven't been shown WAR doing anything that doesn't show how weak they are, it's overkill and is just discrediting all of them. Plus it's missing the entire point, they aren't meant to fight super villains and they aren't meant to be super soldiers.

For the Third? Fourth? Time now Damian defeats all of them again. Can you tell how tired of this I am yet? Finally after all that we get to see We Are Robin fight!

...But it didn't feel satisfying at all, not to me at least. The fighting is relegated to the background, in the first panel it shows most of them hiding behind a wall while the Talons attack. Then the next one has us focusing on Duke and Damian's conversation and fight. This empowering moment is then turned into Duke, a member of the group getting beat up by Damian again.

The kid who we just met gets his time to shine, he's been afraid this entire time so he must get his moment to be brave here. Nope, he didn't defeat the Talon and is about to die, hopefully another member steps in, showing the teamwork and strengths of We Are Robin? No, Damian saves him and tells him he's not Robin.

Finally we reach the last moment of WAR fighting, there's nothing quite as bad as the others but most of the panel is taken up by conversation and we're left with one image. I'm sorry but one image doesn't make up for the countless times they've been mocked in this event.

That's it, that's everything, that's how We Are Robin was portrayed in Robin War and it was absolutely. fucking. horrendous.

I think it's pretty clear that they only saw We Are Robin as an army, a group of people lead to fight others. This should've been obvious to the writers but WAR isn't an army or a gang, it's a movement and a movement is very different. The Robins aren't pawns to send off into battle to fight super villains. They're kids trying to make a difference, they work together to protect others, they inspire others to join and together they can bring change. That's where their strength comes from.

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian talk lots about what it means to be Robin and they talk a lot about how WAR aren't Robins. From the get go we're more likely to agree with them, they have all been Robin and we're likely way more attached to those characters. None of them really see anything wrong with their words and you never get to see an argument for WAR's opinions on what Robin is. This removes so much nuance, undermines the entire movement and makes everything they're doing seem meaningless.

Another thing that I think is important to mention is in We Are Robin #6 (the last one before Robin War) the team face off against a Talon. Duke gets shot and Riko steps in front of him, fiercely facing them down. After Riko is taken care beaten alongside Duke, Izzy pulls out a gun to defend them and herself. Dre and Dax saw this from blocks away and came running, saving the others and fighting alongside them. All of them run in head first and the versions of them in Robin War almost look like cowards in comparison.

Then we get this amazing internal dialogue and fight scene, I'll let it speak for itself.

In We Are Robin five of them are taking on one Talon and they didn't even defeat them, in Robin War they seem to be able to beat Talons almost singlehandedly. But they still felt so much more powerful in We Are Robin, fighting side by side with each other. It felt impactful and to me, that small victory was infinitely more important than any win seen in Robin War.

It saddens me because if the writers cared a little bit more it could've been good but they didn't and it really shows.

[kaibutsushidousha]

In terms of character creation/handling, which characters do you think are each FGO writers' best triumphs and worst failures?

I'll assume this question is specifically for FGO, so I can't just answer Kohaku for Nasu.

I'll assume that it being both creation and handling excludes characters like Nightingale or Rasputin, who are created by Sakurai and Nasu respectively but have their star roles in Higashide chapters. I honestly don't know what's the objectively right call about Jinako's case, but at the same time, saying anything other than Jinako was Minase's biggest triumph would be an obvious lie, so we can be generous with the rules there.

While we're at Minase, I think we can all agree his worst idea was Fergus's last speech to Scheherazade. This is such an uncontroversial opinion that I don't think I need to explain it. But Fergus is the party who really grows unsympathetic from this interaction and he's Sakurai's character. The best example of Minase screwing up his own characters has to be Summer Kama then, even if Nasu takes equal blame in this crime.

Sakurai has some pretty impressive long-term plot lines for her characters through multiple chapters and events, perhaps most notably Dantès and Douman since they're primarily handled in the main story. Purely out of preference, I'd go with Douman as her best. Her worst... well, I already said here before that Kohaku is my favorite character so naturally the answer here has to be Tomoe Gozen.

Nasu is somewhat opposite to Sakurai in that he does FGO best when working with characters fully explored in a single chapter rather than the ones with multi-chapter arcs. This is answer is very likely to change if Olga sticks her landing, of course, but at the current moment, he was a lot more successful with his one-offs. Romani, Goetia, and Kirschtaria all have multiple appearances, but only one chapter truly explores and that's really all they need. Then we have the likes of Muryan, Wak Chan, Kumanoin (can we count him since he's technically in Mahoyo) who are genuine one-offs. Conversely, we have Morgan, who could easily be his best with only Avalon le Fae, but her material afterward doesn't do her favors. For Nasu's biggest screw-up, I have to go with Space Ereshkigal. Normally I find myself more frustrated with plot elements that sour stories that were soooo close to being perfect (Tiamat and Oberon, for example) rather than things in stories that were unsalvageable regardless, but Space Eresh has such a "soulless commercial product" aura that I have to put her below.

Higashide is more like Nasu where his biggest hits get a full chapter or event to construct them and are done afterwards. I'm talking mainly about Old Moriarty, Xu Fu, and Lilith. But at least Moriarty and Xu Fu sustained themselves pretty all in their future appearances, so I suppose they're doing better than Nasu's stars. Higashide is also great at redeeming his previous flop characters. Orion in Atlantis, Kadoc and Siegfried in Traum, Young Moriarty in Trinity Metatronius, and in popular opinions I don't share, Avicebron in Anastasia (doing a sudden 180 on your character's morals is cheating) and Jason in Atlantis (he was already perfect in Okeanos). And his unfunniest joke is Huyan Zhou.

Now Meteo... He has ongoing plot lines with the Foreigners and with Requiem characters, so all that he has that we can call finished is X Alter, Noah, Bakin, Tametomo, Wandjina, and Louhi. X Alter, Noah, Tametomo, and Wandjina were primarily featured in stories written by someone else, so our evaluation pool is restricted to Bakin and Louhi. I like Bakin a lot, but with that being what I have to work with, I'm afraid I have to call Louhi his best and Bakin his worst.

[kazimirovich]

all i can say forever

i'm jewish. as a child i moved from a rural town where my family saw acts of rage and hate, emigrated from a country with a horrifying history with jews. you know the one, though there are many. i'm 31 now and i have seen and experienced antisemitism my whole life, in the many places i've lived, to varying degrees. not that i should need to qualify this before everything i have to say - but i know what that looks and feels like. in my life there have been times at which i have been in danger. i choose to stay out of danger in all the ways i was taught. (part of that is not moving into someone else's house uninvited (more in a sec))

(well-meaning?) people want me to have a relationship with israel. they are very invested in assuming i have some connection to this shifting space, this project. they associate my german jewishness with a place i have never been and never felt. home, for me, is the uncle i haven't seen in too long, the ailing brother of my mother, the same red nose. it's fresh sheets hung over dry summer grass, it's bavarian farmland, it's thick liptauer on pumpernickel bread warmed over the wood stove. it's my grandmother's dining room and rough fenceposts, borders we disrespected as kids. home is also here and there and where my family is, where my friends are, where i've built myself.

in a geopolitical sense, it is clear that the antisemitic position is to sequester jews into a partitioned state conceived of by non-jews after the sunset of our most recent attempted decimation. antisemitic, to tell jews "move here, be at home in this space of constant war. impose war on others. fight for a tenuous link to an ancestry you've never seen or studied." in a religious sense, sort of a key feature of judaism since the second exile is that - we're in exile. this is an orthodox argument, but i have to admit that rabbinical discourse is pretty convincing. the secular establishment of the israeli state in an attempt to accelerate any so-called redemption has left us at a point where i really don't know what hope we have for that to occur. if you believe in god, how can you believe they are looking down at us, impressed

because beyond theoretical or spiritual reasons, the bloodlust, the vengefulness, the racism, the violation of law (i know that laws are agreed upon, are broken all the time by those who grant themselves impunity), the evil of this continuance, the evil which grinds babies and text and memory, gnashes it all in its droning machinery, its cold horror and inhumane (unhuman) practice, seemingly perfected... it is obvious to anyone with a single thought that it is an ethnic cleansing. the forcible "movement" (murder) of people of one group from land people of another group want. is ethnic cleansing. we are watching it in real time, and the world stands by and in many cases, it endorses, it beats and imprisons those who are brave enough to stand up to it, it rewards cowardly men in war rooms who having read fukuyama and arendt and maybe even voegelin conveniently forget themselves, because they can afford to, and wave their hands and make calls and decimate entire families cities sovereignties. and liberalism - that fickle ideology whose sole search is for the justification of atrocity - sends its thoughts and prayers, and emphasizes how just horrible both sides are, and conveniently forgets the histories that have led each "side" to this. convenient.

and i can't do anything about it. i can perfectly articulate every well-thought-out argument, i can cry the most frustrated tears from the well of my chest and i can scream that this isn't right, because it isn't, but nobody fucking cares. those who matter have decided for those who don't.

if you align yourself with israel, or feel any sympathy toward the supposed plight of active settlers (not a neutral spot to be in, by the way - another rational argument), i hope you know how thoroughly you've been manipulated. how successful the project of those with the power to decide we don't matter has been. you and i don't matter. so-called free thinkers meme. you fucking idiot. you genocidal maniac.

not putting this under a cut. fuck you. read it all and remember my jewish name and keep it far out of your mouth the next time you tell someone why the people you've told me are my neighbors deserve a flattening.

[ollyissleepy]

𝟎𝟔. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧

summary: you agree to Rafayel's help and meet up with him a/n: the last chapter for act one! It went by so quickly ngl anyway act two should will start coming out on march 7th! cw: (name) overthinks a bit reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated

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You stand in front of Rafayel's studio, still debating if coming here was the right move. You take one last breath and fix your clothes. You ring his doorbell and instantly regret it. You were about to run away, making him think it was some sort of prank and texting him a lie about how you wouldn't be able to make it when the front door opened. There's no way you could run now without making yourself look like a fool.

"(Name)! You made it!" He seems excited to have you over. "Come on in." Rafayel steps to the side, inviting you inside.

"Yeah. I thought I could give it a shot." You shrug your shoulders before stepping inside and follow Rafayel.

You walk into a huge open room. You take a second to look around. You notice the amount of artwork that's all over the space. Some of the scattered pieces are finished, some barely started. You weren't able to fully take in the room you found yourself in with Rafayel calling you over to sit next to him on the couch. You decide to keep a safe distance between the two of you, choosing to sit as close to the end of the couch as it was physically possible for you. Rafayel doesn't seem satisfied with that since he decides to move closer to you, sitting right next to you.

"No need to be so scared," Rafayel jokes, nudging you with his elbow. You let out an awkward chuckle, the closeness making you even more nervous.

"You mentioned having ideas on how to help me…" You try to change the subject, hoping it will cause Rafayel's eyes to stop examining you.

"In fact, I have many of them!" Rafayels grabs a notebook from behind the couch; you decide against questioning him about what it was doing there. Instead, you wait for him to open it on the pages with said ideas and reach for it. "That's not for you. The list is for me to make sure I can be the best helper there is," Rafayel explains as he moves the hand with the notebook away from you.

"What do you mean it's not for me?" You question him, confused.

"Well, there's no fun in knowing the plan." Rafayel places the notebook on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Impulsivity is a part of creation after all."

"Maybe for you," you mumble under your breath, sighing. "If I'm not allowed to know anything, then what am I doing here?"

"You need to get used to your new writing spot!" Rafayel stands up, his arms stretched, showing you what he meant by his words.

"What?!" You screech in shock. Was he really willing to share his creative space with you?

"Yeah, one of the things that helps me when I have a hard time creating is to switch places," Rafayel explains it as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe. "We're going to start with my studio, and if it will not be good for you, we're going to move somewhere else!"

"So, I'm just supposed to show up here?" Your mind is unable to process how he can be so sure about just inviting you to his studio like it's nothing. Maybe the idea is so foreign to you, due to the fact that you almost always were on your own in the creative process.

"Yeah, pretty much." Rafayel shrugs his shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll show you around and everything." You can tell he tries to coax you into agreeing by making sure you're aware of as many things as possible.

"If you're so sure about this," you sigh, defeated. It's not that you were left with many choices. If you had any, you probably wouldn't even be here right now.

"I am! So, see you on Friday?"

@sashisuslover @withering-dream @lalaluch @nicoleispurple

taglist is open!

[cinemastyles-blog]

And Scene.

Summary: Y/N brings Harry to her set where she's shootings a new movie and has to perform a scene that makes Harry very, very jealous [and an asshole].

Warnings: SMUT 18+, strong language, dominant/asshole Harry, jealous Harry, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, oral (m), fingering, dirty talk, filth

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FRAT BOY HARRY

"You're coming?!" You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Harry usually never has time to come to set with you since his tour is also happening.

"Dates lined up babe. I'm excited to come watch you do your thing." He walks over to you, who's still in bed, and sits down.

"Oh gosh. Now I'm nervous." You laugh, "If I mess up, you're going to have to leave."

He sighs, "Fine, but if you get nervous, just picture me in my underwear."

You look at him, "But, I think you're so sexy in your underwear."

He shrugs and laughs while shaking his head, "Then I don't know what to tell you, but come on. We're going to be late."

He pulls the covers off of you and you groan, "Okay. Fine."

——

Harry sits in the corner, observing your hair and makeup being done. He smiles when Michelle spins you towards him.

"What?" You ask with a shy smile.

He shakes his head, "You just look very pretty."

You smile and Jill leans forward, "Thank you, Harry." He smiles and nods, "Yes, Jill. You did a very nice job."

"Hey, y/n." The director, Lance, walks in, "You have a second?"

You look up at him, "Yep, what's up?" He glances towards Harry and back at you, "Listen, I want to cha- we'll, I want to add something to the scene we're shooting today."

"Okay?" You close your eyes for Jill to apply some more eyeshadow.

"I think you and Chris should do the sex scene."

You see Harry tense up behind him and you sigh, "Lance, I already told you I'm no-"

"I talked to him and he agrees that this will make the movie.." Lance cuts you off, "You'd just need to ta-"

"She said no." Harry says standing up.

Lance chuckles and you glance at Jill and Michelle. Jill nods and she leaves quickly, probably to get security.

"Listen, Harry. I don't care if you're in the biggest boy band of the world. You're not in my movie." Lance turns back towards you and Harry moves in between you and him.

You look up at Harry and sigh, "Lance, give me a minute."

"I'll give you five."

You wait for Lance to leave before looking up at Harry, "Let me talk to him okay. I talked him down once I can talk him down again."

Harry stares down at you for a few seconds before he blinks and shakes his head, "I'm not comfortable with it either."

You already made up your mind, you were just trying to find the right time to tell Harry.

Waiting until the day you're supposed to shoot it was definitely not it.

"Let me talk to him."

——

A little while later, you make your way back to Harry.

"So? Did he give you any issue?" Harry asks standing up and walking over to you. You sigh quietly and decide that right then and there you're telling him.

"You're doing it?" Harry steps back, his jealous anger becoming more obvious, "Why do yo-"

"Because if I don't, then I'm fired, Harry. I need this role." You blurt out, "I don't have to take anything off. I just have to act like I do."

"And you have to act like you have sex." He snorts and rolls his eyes.

"What? That's funny?" You cross your arms and tilt your head, "Mr. Styles, you sound so jealous right now."

He shakes his head, "No."

"You most certainly do and honestly.." you walk over to him, "It's very hot."

You see him glance at you but still doesn't work.

You run your hand up his torso, "Only you know what I sound like in bed." You move around to press your chest against his back, "Only you know the right buttons to push."

You can feel his muscles flex under your touch and you move around to the front of him, looking up at you slide your hands down to the loops of his pants, "Your dick is the only dick I ever want inside of me."

He grabs you and pushes you back against the wall, "I'm going to be so pissed."

"So take it out on me after." You bite your lip and smirk up at him.

"You're going to drive me absolutely insane." He smirks and shakes his head, "I love you."

"I love you." You pull him into you and kiss him. A knock on the door cuts it short, "y/n. Are you ready?"

You keep your eyes on Harry's as you answer, "Yep. Be right there."

"It's all.." you lean in and kiss him, "just.." you kiss him again, "Pretend."

He nods, "I know. It's just another man touching you... kissing you... I know it's work but it doesn't mean I don't want to strangle him."

You sigh, "I love you."

He smirks and sighs, "I love you." He pulls you forward and smacks your ass gently, "Now let's go."

——

It took a little bit to film the first little bit before the big scene. Chris kept messing up his lines, making everyone frustrated.

"Alright. Chris. My man. Let's get this shot in one go alright. I don't want to make y/n do this anymore than she already doesn't want to." Lance looks at you, "If at any point you want to call it quits, we can call in a double, right?"

You nod and take a deep breathe, "Thank you."

Maybe you should bring Harry along more often, because if Harry wasn't here, Lance probably wouldn't have said anything about a double.

He nods and turns, "Alright! Everyone in your places, please."

You make your way up to set and stand on your first mark, awaiting instruction.

"Y/n. Chris is going to come in, you're going to say your lines and then Chris, you're just going to lift her and take her to the bed. Got it?" Lance says through the unnecessary megaphone.

"Yeah."

"Got it."

You look at Harry and give him a reassuring smile. His face is set in stone, not happy about this all over again. He tries to smile back but his jealously is overpowering everything else right now.

"Action!"

"You know, I was thinking. Maybe we can have Sunday dinners here at the new house, Paul." You turn towards Chris who is closing the door, "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yeah.. yeah." He nods and throws his jacket on the chair, "You know what else would be nice?"

"What, sweetie?" You take your earring out and look at him. He smiles and shakes his head, "Taking a child with next year."

You freeze as intended and slowly smile, "You mean?"

Chris walks over to you and lifts you up, taking you over to the bed as you laugh, "Paul. Paul. What are you doing?"

Your mind can't help but wander to how Harry is doing.

You stay in the role, pretending to take your bottoms off.

The whole thing was only awkward because Harry was watching you pretend to have sex with another, very popular actor.

——

"And cut!"

"You did good." Chris smiles down at you. You laugh and sigh, "I hope that was good enough."

He nods as he stands up, "it was. If not he'll have to deal." He tosses you your shirt and walks away. You get out of the bed and make your way over to Harry.

His eyes follow chris as he makes his way down the hall and you gently grip his chin and turn his head towards you.

His eyes are dark. You can't tell if it's from the hatred he feels or if it's lust towards you.

"Hey." You smile slightly and lean in, "Come on." You grab his hand and pull him with you. Halfway down the hallway, something takes over Harry and he drags you into your dressing room.

You stumble behind him, still hanging onto his hand, "Whoa, baby. Hey." He shuts the door with slam, obviously not giving a shit.

He grabs your waist and backs you up into the wall, pinning you against it, "Just.." he groans lowly as he pushes his growing-hard cock against your thigh, ".. need you right now."

"Use me." You look up at him slowly as you bite your lip.

"Knees."

You drop down to your knees and look up at him. He presses one hand against the wall and looks down at you, raising his eyebrows to indicate that you're doing the work.

You rise up slightly and slowly undo his jeans.

"Faster." He mumbles out, eyes still glued to your face, "And don't tease."

You nod once and focus on pulling him from his boxers. A slight hiss escapes his lips as you quickly press your lips to the head of his leaking cock?, "Shit."

You smirk slightly and part your lips, taking him into your mouth.

"All the way." Harry presses his other hand against the back of your head.

Thankfully, you built up enough spit, which coats him quickly. You relax as best you can and force your head down, gagging as he hits the back of your throat.

"Yeah." Harry moans out, "That's it, baby."

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan as he tangles his fingers into your hair. He pulls your head back, giving your a minute to breathe.

His hand moves from your hair to grip your chin, "Look at me, y/n." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

"A mess." He smirks and shakes his head, "I love you like this."

"Only for you."

"Only for me."

He nods towards the big chair in the corner of the room, "Undress and sit."

You scramble to your feet and walk over to the chair, taking off your pants and shirt. You stand still, slowly slipping your panties over your ass.

Harry fixes his pants and stops, licking his lips as you expose your pussy to him. He watches you turn around and sit down, naked on the seat.

He grabs another chair and sits a little bit away a from you, "Play with yourself."

"Did you lock the door?"

"Does it matter?" He shrugs and tries to hide a smug smirk.

"Kinda."

He raises an eyebrow, "I don't think you're in the right place to catch an attitude, sweetheart."

You bite your lip and tilt your head, "Why? Are you going to punish me even harder?"

He nods a few times slowly, "Mm." He stands up, making his way over to the door and checking the lock, "Locked."

You watch him as he walks back over to the chair and sits without saying another word. You lean back, bringing your feet up onto the chair.

You spread your legs and press your hand over your pussy. You push two fingers in past your folds and spread around your wetness.

Harry shifts around in the seat before he pushes his pants down his thighs. You push two fingers in and Harry gets his cock out, matching his stroke to the speed of your fingers going in and out of your pussy slowly.

"Faster." He groans out.

You spread your legs open more, moaning out quietly as you speed up the motion of your fingers.

"Quiet."

Harry's voice makes you freeze and you look at him confused.

"Not. One. Sound. Keep going."

You decided not to argue. You needed him and that would only buy him more time to not replace your fingers with his cock.

You nod and bite you lip as you build up to the speed you stopped at. You have never wanted to moan so bad.

Harry controlling you was such a turn on, you already feel your orgasm rushing in. You place a hand over your mouth as you squeeze your arm with your thighs.

Harry watches as you cum quietly. You dig your heels into the chair, turning as you slowly start to relax. You drop your hand from your mouth as you look over at him.

He has a smile resting on his lips, "Stand up and turn around."

You stand up and spin around, getting on your knees before leaning over. You look at him from over your shoulder and he starts walking towards you.

"You make a sound and we're done. Got it?"

You nod and he grips your hips, squeezing as he pulls you back to meet his hips. You bite down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as he rubs the head of his cock slowly against your folds.

You couldn't tease him, but he can tease you.

And you hate when it's like this.

But you love it at the same time.

"Who makes you feel the best?" Harry asks, "Hmm?" You keep your lips pressed together as you look at him,  unsure of whether it's a test or not.

"You can spe-."

"You do." The words instantly leave your lips. You push your hips back, hoping to get his cock into you.

He hums quietly and slides a hand down to slip two fingers into you, "We're you this wet when you were filming that scene?"

"No."

"Mm. You didn't think of me?" Harry slowly slides his fingers in and out, curling them.

"I-I did." You try your best not to moan, "I did."

He pulls his fingers out and rubs your slick over his cock, "Not another sound." He slides his cock into you, a little quicker than normal.

You rest your head on the back of the chair and clench around him. He groans out and pulls your hips back onto him.

The pressure of his cock is just right and it makes you want to scream. You dig your nails into the couch, kind of angry you can't make any noise.

"Move, baby." Harry squeezes your hips then let's go, waiting for you to start moving your hips yourself. You get into a steady rhythm of rocking back onto his cock, which drives Harry absolutely insane.

"Fuck." He lays a hand on your ass cheek before lifting it to deliver a harsh smack. You slap a hand over your mouth and jolt back.

"Mm, good girl." He leans down and grabs a handful of your hair. He tilts your head back, "Your pussy is too good for anyone else."

You keep your eyes closed, focused on not making a sound. You didn't want him to stop.

"Y/n." Harry moans low into your ear, "Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours."

"Who's?"

"Yours, baby. Yours." You press your lips back together as he tightens his grip on your hair, "Do you want to moan?"

"Yes." You say almost breathless. He thrusts his cock into you, resting there as he turns your head, "Open your eyes."

You oblige and he smiles, "I love you."

You smile slightly, "I love you."

He pulls his cock out and has you spin around to face him. He pulls you in for a kiss and spins around, sitting down for you to straddle him.

He reaches down to hold his cock steady as you slide back down onto him.

"Talk to me." He groans, "Tell me how good I make you feel."

His hands grip your hips as you start to slide up and down, "You make me f-eel so good." You grab onto his mesh button up and pull, "The only one who makes me feel this good."

He moans at your words and his eyes glide up and down your body. His eyes fixate on your boobs, watching as they jiggle with each bounce.

"Cum in me." You moan out as you look down at him, “Please.”

He’s caught off guard, that’s something you were nervous to do, not anymore.

But he’s not opposed at all.

“Yeah?” He leans up slightly, “You want me to fill you up?”

You nod and leans down to kiss him, “Yes, baby.” You push your hips down and grind on him, “Only you.” You moan against his lips as you miss him again, “Only you.”

He pulls you closer to him and slides his hands down to your ass, lifting you up and down, “Fuck.” He tilts his head back and you move down to attack his neck with little bites.

“Yo- you-“ he gasps as you bite down harder and pushes his body into yours. He squeezes your ass, “F-fuck.”

You now had him under your control.

“You feel so good.” You whimper out into his ear, “need you to fill me up.” You moan and slide your hands to his hair.

You pull and listen to the groan leave his lips, “I will only ever want you.” You kiss his cheek, over to his lips and squeeze his cock as you feel a second orgasm coming through.

“So close.” You whine out, “shit.”

“Wait for me.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, leaning back so he can thrust his hips upwards.

You moan out and dig your nails into his skin, “F-fuck.”

A few thrusts later, Harry grunts and you can feel his thrusts get sloppy, “Okay baby.”

You let go, moaning out profanity as you feel his cum pump into you. The thought of Harry filling you drove you insane now.

“Shit, y/n.” Harry says with a chuckle, “I might need to come with you to these things more often.” You laugh as you rest your head on his chest that’s rising and falling quickly.

He kisses your head and sighs, “Sorry for getting jealous.”

You lean up and look up at him, “Please. You getting jealous over me is the hottest thing.”

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Thanks for reading <3

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

Missing Moments I Want to Know About in 1x09/1x10

The show leaves us to fill in a lot of blanks for TK and Carlos during season 1. I always want to know more, but I think the blanks I want filled in most are the ones that occur in 1x09 and 1x10. Here are the ones I think about the most:

1.How does Carlos find out that TK is awake?

Does he find out through the first responder grapevine that the firefighter who was shot is going to be ok? Does someone from the 126 (Paul maybe?) call him? Does TK call or text him himself?

If I had to guess, I'd go with Paul letting Carlos know. Maybe before Carlos leaves the hospital he gives Paul his number and asks him to update him if anything happens.

2. What is TK told about Carlos after he wakes up and how does he feel about it?

We see TK's reaction to Owen asking about how long he's "been seeing the cop," but we don't see any further than that. I think TK can assume from Owen's comment that Carlos was at the hospital...otherwise how would Owen know about them? But does anyone say anything more to TK? Does Owen/Paul/Marjan/Mateo/Judd mention how upset and worried Carlos was or ask TK if he wants them to call Carlos to let him know he's ok? How does TK feel once it sinks in that Carlos, his "boyfriend who he doesn't even really know is his boyfriend boyfriend" was sitting by his hospital bed?

I see TK in this post-coma moment as being very much in crisis, and not just about the question of his relationship with Carlos. TK feels lost and confused about where his place is and what he wants to do with his life. I like to believe (though we don't actually have much evidence of this since there's no Tarlos interaction between 1x05 and 1x10) that TK was starting to come around and let his walls down a bit more in the time leading up to him getting shot, but then, post-coma, his crisis makes him take a step back from all that until he figures out where he's supposed to be. I think TK probably felt things when he found out that Carlos sat by his hospital bed, but I think he shoved those feelings down while he dealt with the crisis at hand.

3. What led them to the juice bar in 1x10 and how did they both see the situation at the time?

Whose idea was it to go there? Did TK call or text Carlos or was it the other way around? Had they been texting or talking back and forth at all since TK woke up or was this their first contact? What was said in the conversation that led them there? What were their expectations?

TK seems to be the one most passionate about boba so that makes me think he chose where to go. Or maybe it was a place they were planning on going together before he got shot, like TK had mentioned it in passing weeks ago and Carlos remembered and suggested that as the place they could go.

I wonder if TK thought from the beginning that he'd be essentially breaking things off with Carlos. Perhaps that perceived inevitability was why he filibustered a solid 6 minutes on boba? I get the impression that they both knew there would be a conversation about their relationship because when Carlos brought up the "elephant in the juice bar," TK immediately knew what he meant. Also, in hindsight, it is HILARIOUS that Carlos calls TK out here for avoiding talking about something. Oh, Carlos.

Side note: I wonder what Carlos' reaction would have been if TK had said that he liked Carlos and wanted to continue hooking up but still didn't want anything more. Would Carlos have said that wouldn't work for him? Because I really think at that point it wouldn't have. After the strong feelings he felt while sitting beside TK's hospital bed, could Carlos have continued being casual? Or would he have agreed to it just to keep TK (HIS SOULMATE) in his life even if it would have caused him pain?

4. What happened between the juice bar and the firehouse hug?

I feel like it's obvious that we're missing a pretty big conversation in there. The best evidence for this is the way Carlos goes face first into TK's neck when he shows up at the firehouse. That is not a man who isn't sure if they're even a "we" or who is solemnly accepting that they might not be meant to be. So what happened?? There's some great fic exploring this moment (SEE BELOW), which is where a majority of my headcanons on it come from.

I think it's clear that TK had to reach out first here. Both from Carlos' attitude at the end of the juice bar scene and from what we know about Carlos in general, there's no way Carlos was going to push any further without TK making it clear that's what he wanted. HOWEVER I could possibly see Carlos going to the hospital to check up on TK as he got his stitches fixed. I don't think he would go with any motive of getting TK to agree to a relationship with him. It would solely be about making sure that TK was alright. Even then, I'm not sure if he would do it. He certainly would have wanted to, but he might have held back based on TK's attitude at the juice bar. Carlos likely would have felt that TK might not want him there. I've definitely enjoyed fic that has him doing this, though.

Probably the most likely possibility is that Carlos simply went home after the juice bar/solar storm incident. His heart was surely shattered after being essentially rejected by his soulmate after putting his feelings out there in the most direct way he'd done so far. We know so much more about Carlos now and it just makes it even more apparent how much it took for him to sit there in front of TK and tell him how he was feeling like that when he thought it might not be reciprocated! And then, when it wasn't (at least from Carlos' perspective in that moment)...HEARTBREAKING.

Ultimately, I believe that TK had his epiphany and reached out to Carlos wherever he was (either at the hospital with him or Carlos' house or somewhere else). The conversation they had is something that I would like to see more than perhaps any missing moment in the entire series. Imagine the look on Carlos' face when he realizes what TK is telling him! As his previously-shattered heart is mended in an instant 😭 I want to see it so bad! Thankfully I have fic to fill the void. Speaking of, here are just a few excellent examples of fic that fills in this and some of the other moments I've discussed here:

silver in the night by @reyesstrand

the elephant in the juice bar by @taralaurel

Simple and Plain and Not Much to Ask from Somebody by @howtosingit

Steady up ahead by @paperstorm

Still Waters Run Deep by @welcometololaland

Just Let Me Hold You by tkstrands (is this writer on tumblr?? If so let me know and I'll @ them!!)

[pienpup]

chat you can disagree with someone and still acknowledge when they make decent good points lol yes there was drama in the past and pom made mistakes, cause god knows all of us do. do we need a huge apology post to air the dirty laundry to move on from this properly? past issues aside, all this talk about the sw post is just straight up intentionally misreading the point of the post. have most of you guys sat down and thought 'ok, from an unbiased view, not knowing who wrote this, what is this post about'? i know it's a scary world out there and it's hard to know who to trust or not, but i promise you at this point you are LOOKING for trouble where there isn't any. at no point in the post was it mentioned that 'yeah sw is normal in jirai spaces so dont bother doing anything about it'. no. that's not the point. it's 'sex work is normal in jirai spaces, so YOU HAVE TO MAKE SURE TO PROTECT YOURSELF AGAINST IT'. it doesn't mean that it's 'ok' or should be 'normalized' or accepted. 'covid is still a big problem in large communities, so you should mask up to protect yourself' does this statement mean that covid is normal and a good thing? and that we shouldn't bother trying to get rid of it? that we shouldn't continue to spread awareness and keep each other safe? does this mean that we should accept covid in all our communities because it's perfectly normal and we shouldn't fight for change? no. something can be 'normal' or 'popular' in a space, but still be bad. saying that 'its normal for there to be covid in large communities so you should protect yourself' does NOT mean that it's supposed to be normal and that the person advocating for masks is telling u that covid is acceptable and should be around. please, hold some love in your hearts. assume the best from the other person. if they've had god awful horrible takes/actions that you don't agree with, reach out! talk to them! an ask/answer platform is not suitable to discuss with someone about your personal views. at least TRY to get their POV before hating on them. what's obvious to you might not be obvious to someone else. i KNOW we've all been there where we're at the butt end of a joke or argument just because we misunderstood/didn't understand something. you know that feeling sucks. please don't be that person that hurts others because of a misunderstanding. i'm pretty sure that 99% of people on jiraiblr mean well and just want to keep each other safe. hurting each other like this and making posts and going by word-of-ear to know who's bad and who isn't is not the way to go about it. please hold some kindness in your hearts. today, it's pom. tomorrow, it might be you.

i dont have much to add to this so im just gonna post it :( thank you

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

Isn't it SO fun to be harassed and bullied at school? /sarc

People call me a "FUCKING WEIRDO!" (Yes, that's word for word.)

They make faces at me like I'm sort of disgusting slob. (And they SHOW it and they WANT me to know they think that!)

Along with that, one kid pretended to gag and throw up at the sight of me, and used solar eclipse glasses to not look at me.

One kid called me ugly today! (YAY! /sarc)

They poke and prod at me like I'm a science experiment.

They fear the fact I smile all the time, that I tend to keep an emotionless expression in my eyes. (I'm only following Alastor's advice!)

They love to annoy me... But it's getting tiring.

Only a select few enjoy my presence, they keep me in and go along with my antics. My friend group likes having me around. And other kids I don't know much and we're neutral with each other.

I know I'm "weird" by their standards. But what's the fun in the world without differences?

I know I took on the persona of "weirdo" in my class. I want to go up to a teacher and cry. Because I didn't deserve to be treated like this?

I didn't deserve to be told "You know you should kill yourself" when I'm already suicidal. Did I?

Get told I'm retarded like 10 times already? Maybe more? (I'm not even exaggerating...)

And considering I might have mental illnesses such as possible autism, that's even meaner. At this point I'm not living, I'm surviving.

There's a reason why I've given up. My best friends are on the internet. I don't think without them I would be able to live today. Why do the people who care about me, share my interests, accept me for who I am, respect me, and TREAT me like I'm a human being, so far away?

I know I may be Xenogender, but that's no excuse for treating me no better than some sort of inferior species.

I see no one else getting treated like this, I'm the subject, no, the OBJECT of their bullying.

What the fuck am I supposed to do??? What do you fucking EXPECT me to do??? "Be yourself"??? I AM being myself, and you're fucking BULLYING me!? AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT ON SOME SORT OF MASK? I AM SMILING, MOTHERFUCKER, YET YOU STILL BULLY ME WHEN I DO HAVE A MASK!? /not you, to them

Like, please. Let me rest. Let me have a normal day where I don't have to face discrimination. Where I get treated with love.

I get treated so awfully so much, that I don't even know who I am anymore.

I lost myself.

My catchphrase has to be "I'm so done-" because I said that more than I needed to.

I feel like the next time someone does anything to me, I'm just going to burst out crying.

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

I hope you're doing alright right now, first things first, i need to let you know that you do matter, and you certainly don't deserve to be treated as subhuman as they treat you, I only wish the worst upon them <3 They are bitches who are a waste of oxegyn, they need to put you down to feel something or feel like they matter, and for that they are the weakest most disgusting subhuman people, genuinely hope they get more fucked up than they ever made you feel 🧡

It's pretty obvious that they're trying to make you feel shit, and i wish i was there to fight them off or comfort you when it happened, i said it before and i'll say it again, you don't deserve any of this. You deserve to be happy, and to feel like you are loved and cared for, the way they treat you is uncalled for and it's disgusting [them, not you, your cool] And agreed, your gender or your neurodivergence shouldn't be the reason you get bullied, they aren't things you can control, or things you have to change, they are litterally a part of your being/existence, I can't believe all of the shitty things they're doing, you don't deserve it. Have you tried to tell anyone? [although that doesn't work often, it's worth a try]. It seems like it's really affecting you, whether you admit it or not /nbr /npa I'd reccomend telling a teacher/principle [the meaner the teacher the better], if that doesn't work fight back, physically i wouldnt reccomend but if you have to, do it. Theres not much we can do about bullying, which is fucking shitty, but please hang in there at least and take care of yourself, i care about you and love you /p

I hope it gets better and they stop, they're pieces of shit who shouldn't be making you feel like this, they're insensitive cunts who should have their face cut up, hope they get bullied those fucking assholes

[bogus-dude-totally-rad]

Israel's Propaganda (From a Jewish perspective)

I grew up in a Jewish area on a whole other continent from Israel, and the IDF used to visit us. I remember them visiting my day camp when I was a very young child. They'd set up a cardboard Western Wall and we'd write wishes to stick in it. Afterwards, they would straight up have us do army training drills altered to be 'fun' for kids. They did this every year.

(Putting a read more because this is long)

I don't remember all the things they had us do, but I remember having to crawl through mud and rocks and being told not to touch the string above us. They played it off like a fun game, even though a lot of kids got hurt doing it.

They did this because they wanted us to one day join their army. They came to us year after year to get to our children and make them think the IDF is cool and hey they should totally join up when they're older.

Sometimes they brought us candy. Sometimes they gave out IDF t-shirts. When I was a child, having that shirt was seen as cool.

They don't just try to reach you as a kid, though. They have something else they do when we are entering adulthood.

It's called a Birthright trip, and when you're a Jewish kid, this trip is hyped up so much. You look forward to it for years.

A Birthright trip means that as a Jew, even if you're not Israeli by blood, you have the right to go to Israel for free one time (fucked how I got to go there for free, meanwhile some Palestinians can't even visit or live in their homeland).

This trip is pure propaganda. It's played off as a fun rite of passage, something meant to make us feel closer to our 'homeland' (even if you have 0 family members from there and have no connection to it beyond being Jewish).

We're escorted by IDF soldiers around our own age. We're given lots of group activities meant to make us all feel closer. As the trip went on, I noticed something weird. There were so many people in charge making jokes about how the real Birthright experience is hooking up with a soldier. It felt like it was being encouraged. And it worked really well. A lot of people (myself included) ended up in relationships with the soldiers.

By the end of the trip it got very obvious that they were hoping we would fall in love, move there, and have babies that would eventually join their army. They tried so hard to make us want to stay.

Most of us barely knew anything about Palestine. I think this is why they want teens/young adults. They hope we're naive (I definitely was) and that we'll fall for the narrative they painted.

I was lucky on my trip, because our tour guide did something he probably wasn't supposed to do. He told us a little about the conflicts of Israel, but not just from Israel's perspective. He told us some of the horrible things that went on. He even told us how some people pull up chairs to watch strikes against the Palestinian people. He said he wanted to give us information from both sides, so that we can form our own opinions, and he did so in a hushed tone away from the other trip supervisors. His words were what made me start to really open my eyes and examine what was going on.

By that point, pretty much everyone on our trip was agreeing this was all just propaganda. This trip meant to make us fall in love with Israel was making us realize how fucked up things were.

Near the end of the trip, we were brought to a military cemetery. A lot of us didn't want to go in, because it felt wrong to take a tour through a graveyard. We were told we can't leave until we did it.

And that's around the point where one of the soldiers broke down. He was crying and shaking and when we asked why, he said he was scared of ending up there. He didn't want to be in the IDF. He didn't want to be a soldier. He didn't believe in what they were fighting for, and the job he was given in the army was a very dangerous one. He didn't get a choice. We tried to comfort him, and some of the other soldiers did too. It was how I found out most of them didn't want to be soldiers at all.

Eventually we went in the cemetery, hoping if we just got it over with we could leave quicker. None of the soldiers were happy to be here. Making them go through there was straight up cruel, and the guy I mentioned was not the only one to have a breakdown.

Our tour guide (different person from our main one), had an attitude like he was giving a tour of something we should be proud of, or in awe of. All these graves, most of which were filled with people barely into their 20s. And he was treating it like a tour of a museum. He kept loudly talking about how it was an honour to die protecting Israel, how it's a harsh reality. A necessity. I felt so bad for the mourners nearby who had to hear someone speak like that about their dead loved ones. How many of the dead had been forced into the roles that got them killed?

After that the propaganda was very blatant. They had us watch videos meant to convince us to move there. Again, we weren't allowed to leave.

So yeah. That's what Birthright is about.

On top of everything I mentioned, we're told from a young age that as Jews, we're supposed to see Israel as our safe haven. Our holy land. We're taught to revere it.

Fortunately, we're also taught something else. Something that goes above all of that: Never again means never again. It doesn't matter who it happens to, we MUST stand up against genocide. We cannot stay quiet and watch it happen.

Anyway, this post is long enough. I wanted to share the kind of lengths Israel has gone to for the sake of propaganda. They bathe us in it from the very beginning of our lives. I'm hoping that by sharing these experiences, people who have been through the same might see what's really going on.

[asherlockstudy]

watched the latest ear biscuits and from what I understand: Link never said charcuterie BUT NEITHER DID CHRISTY! like?? do they not communicate? am I the weird one here? they're married and "supposedly" organizing an event together. You want him to help? let him know. Oh you don't need his help? let. him. know. Tbh I was initially going to take Christy's side until this point was brought up. Talk to each other, damn...

I added the third mail here as well, which is from a different Anon ig, but it is about the same topic and it pretty much proposes the same argument. I agree with all the points here. Whatever we're picking up about this marriage is not exclusively Link's fault to be sure. Their whole dynamic does not seem to be working perfectly and they are both - as I have called them before - thunderous personalities who often clash and are certainly not conflict avoidant, especially Christy.

As a sidenote about hiring a chef, well to me it seems like the obvious choice if I had their money, but don't forget Link is cheap as hell. He's not as much as he used to be but he still is, especially in things he has no personal interest / gain from (i.e feeding guests).

I agree about what you guys say regarding Christy but I invite you to consider that if, JUST IF, what we've been speculating is true, we can't possibly know what happens on a deeper layer in her soul and in the foundation of this marriage. What I mean is that, yeah, this might have been too insignificant to get angry over, but if you have concerns and fears and doubts about your marriage that go way beyond party preparation misunderstandings, then you probably channel all this frustration and misery in all sorts of everyday quarrels, ultimately making them always cut deeper than they were supposed to. It's pretty standard actually. Most arguments start from something seemingly inconsequential and end up scratching wounds that never heal properly and so they turn into big fights that wear out a relationship.

So, IF anything we speculate is even remotely true, I can't blame Christy for operating from a place of constant anger and irritability.

[simplehedgehog]

DRTA Ch.3. Investigation Summary

Well, I finally watched the new part (it took me much longer than I thought). I was going to do a review, but I kept getting distracted so… I present to you this summary where I'll briefly run through the main points.

Again, English isn't my native language so some sentences may sound weird. This summary contains spoilers for Ch.3 Invastigation Part, of course. You have been warned.

Okay, what do we have?

Both victims died because of poison. Well, that was obvious about Marin, but it was useful to know about Coco as well.

Missing display case. I… have a guess where it could have gone, but I don't have enough evidence to prove it. So…

Coco's too massive and heavy to be lifted easily. The culprit should be strong enough to do this… unless Coco herself lair down there. Accomplice? Maybe, but… why?

Dumbwaiter in hidden room. Can accommodate someone Konoe's size, but the max weight should be 45 kg. According to profiles, we have only Kokona (41) and Miharu (42); the next one - Marin (46) - already too heavy. But we don't know for sure if the dumbwaiter was used at all.

Seiha most likely reapplied. In order to include Kokona as a support student. And, if we believe Koin-kun, he had to use someone else's e-handbook to do this. Kokona's maybe?

Full green dye in robot sewing machine. Can we agree that Marin's dress was dyed with something else? (green pesticide maybe?)

We asked Kinji what the hell did the poisonous flowers do in the waiting room. He was evading the answer. Sus.

Marin was the holder of Wish Ticket. Probably we should check everyone's e-handbooks to figure out who the culprit is. Or no. After all, we have one missing. Sus.

Wish Ticket's description says that you could wish for anything that could be fulfilled, even beyond the four main things. That's pretty… disturbing, should I say? What else could you wish? More details, no?

Metaphorical murder. Who knew about the original menu? Konoe, Chisa, Marin, Coco, Kokona, Kinji, Retsu. But! We also have the sabotage dude who got rid of the original dishes and Miruku who helped us clean up the area.

We're finally talking about how sus Kokona is. She knows things she's not supposed to know. And she definitely was too clean for someone who spent at least a week in a basement. Sus.

Seiha suddenly turned out to be useful. Well, how useful could he be. Design rip-off? Well, we already had the stage actor without audience, the detective who was guided by emotions above the logic, the policeman who defines the concept of justice by himself… the designer without single design fits the pattern quite well. Just we wait and see?

We got 'A Lucky Charm' as Truth Bullet. Koin-kun, what exactly did you give us? Handkerchief? Teacup? Dirty sock? Hatami-kun's nudes? What?? Seriously dude, since when did we end up in 'Mickey Mouse's adventures' or whatever this stuff was named. You're not even a mouse!

Hatami-kun continues to stick to my hcs about him. This is anxiously funny.

That's basically all. Well, if we're gonna believe BDAs, we have four people without 'alibi'. But if I could be completely honest…

Kinji Ueda. Answer the question, goddammit! You're acting sus without necessary, man.

Koin Hatoyama. I can think of many motives for him, really, but they all seem pretty dumb. His breakdown doesn't seem fake either.

Well, they both also have a 'why do you go to the crime scene if you're the culprit?' alibi. This alibi is invalid if they go to each other's crime scene though. (Just saying)

Ryohei Seki. Guilty as charged as an instigator, but the culprit? Why?

Seiha Arumada. His 'crime scene' is too sus. How the hell did someone manage to throw paint right in his face and he didn't see anything? Even is it's Seiha. No one saw anything sus. That's… sus!

Retsu Matsuoka and Miruku Hishimeki. I still think they're sus (for different reasons though), but they should have an alibi. I mean, if they were gone for a while, someone should have noticed it (especially Retsu, he's pretty loud guy, ya know).

Kokona Arumada. She's sus as hell, but Konoe defends her. And you know what happens when she defends someone; Chisa and Hatami-kun know it for sure…

There's still a possibility that Marin and Coco killed each other. But who messed the crime scenes up then? And why??

Okay, this is the situation when you know what happened but not who did it. Even now it's too hard to point a finger. And Hold Nova's words about 'mysterious and complex case' don't make it easier…

Oh, and one more thing: Arumada siblings have a common panel in class trial's preview. Can you just… split the panel in two? If not, well…

Kokona meets all the requirements of the culprit and Seiha's most certainly the sabotager. Was sabotage used to facilitate the crime? Is it coincidence? Deceit? Wish from Ticket? Kanade's influence? Ugh…

Well, I guess we'll just wait until they explain 'two murders rule' for us to clarify all the doubtful points. Thanks for reading this to the end.

[ironmaid4n]

Gurys I keep seeing that uhmm um uhhhm trolls infection au stuff on my fyp, and some of the characters who get "infected" really just don't make sense to me

In Mount Rageous, I definitely do think Velvet and Veneer would get infected FAST because they're always doing concerts and around large crowds of fans. But I always see them in prison instead, and somehow one of the twins manage to get infected? Yeah, it is scary that it could spread so fast to someone, especially if its your own relative. But I'd like to think prison is probably one of the most safest places to be in Mount Rageous. You would think the police would at least be somewhat aware of what's going around, or be more defensive if they have to add new people into their cells. I get the infecteds are supposed to be really strong and bigger than everyone else, but if there's supposed to be "multiple stages", then shouldn't the first stage of an infected person be kind of obvious? I know that varies, but from what I've seen, they usually act or look pretty different from the average Rageon.

If Velvet and Veneer were out of prison, I could definitely agree on them getting infected. But if they're only inside their prison cell, then I think they would be decently safe. I mean, probably not in life style or mental health, but I don't think they'd be victims of it easily.

And then there's Ritz, and I don't know how he would be or not. But in my opinion, he probably would be an infected fast, just because just like Velvet and Veneer, he's interacting with tons of celebrities on a daily basis, and is around tons of Mount Rageons probably every single day. Not to mention, he has security guards, and since the guards wear clothing that more so hides their bodies and faces, then I think it might be a little more harder to tell if they're safe or not? Appearance wise. Since Ritz is always out and about to do his job (of interviewing/being a talk show host, literally one of the worst jobs you could have during an infection outbreak), he'd definitely get infected, whether that's right away, or a slow process to get him, he's not surviving the outbreak at all.

Orchid on the other hand, might be able to survive for a little longer. I'm not sure why, but I think Orchid for some reason is more aware of her surroundings. But realistically, she wouldn't last too long either, or maybe she'd get infected fast, but she wouldn't be heavily infected or all that dangerous. Orchid is a fan of Velvet and Veneer, and since she most likely attends a lot of their concerts, she's always swarmed by a ton of other fans in a singular tight space. It would be easy for her to get infected, but if she's so up to date with the most popular pop stars in Mount Rageous, then obviously she's at least online a lot. Therefore she'd be aware of what's going on, so she'd either not go out as much, or keep her distance if she still decides to get out often.

If we're being honest here, not many Mount Rageons would be safe or survive, just because they're all teenagers, 13-19. And if they have no parents or guardians, and are allowed to do basically whatever they want and travel wherever they want to, then the MRs would fall into being victims fast. The whole point of Mount Rageous is supposed to be fast paced, filled with advertisements, surrounded by concerts and public spaces, so being or staying in MR is the worst decision you could make. Unless news or whatever decides to broadcast anything related to the infection, then everyone in Mount Rageous is cooked

I just never understood why Velvet, for example, would be the only infected, while Veneer is completely fine, or Ritz and Orchid are perfectly okay too. Ritz would definitely be the first to be a victim of the infection

(as for Crimp and and extra character I decided to mention just now, Creek, Crimp would be an assistant for another celebrity (or celebrities), or she'll be staying in Velvet and Veneer's house, so she'd be okay. Not to mention, it'd be harder to infect species that is smaller than the Mount Rageons. As for Creek, he was seen to basically just die in the first movie with chef, since trollstopia isn't canon to the trolls universe (from what I've seen), Creek never actually came back. So he's technically dead. But if he somehow managed to survive, then there's no way for him to get infected, since the only other person he's been with is chef, who has been trapped in one place with him.)

Just my take on the whole thing because I keep seeing it now

[lythea-creation]

Brighten My World - Tasneem x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: threatening, mentions of toxic parent

word count: 1.210

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“Hey, (f/n). Why have I never been over at your house?”, Tasneem wondered on our way to eat lunch.

She was feeling more confident with eating around me by now and I was always right there if her mind was trying to trick her.

“Um … I dunno. I guess it just never happened”, I supposed. “You didn't miss out on anything though.”

“I know you talked to my mom”, she confessed.

I stared at her with wide eyes, not daring to say anything as I was waiting for her to elaborate.

She pushed my shoulder playfully, making me stumble a step to the side. “Don't look at me like that! It's all good. She actually apologized to me. She told me that she noticed my improved mood since you're around and that she wants me to stay like that, even if it means that I won't keep up with all my commitments. It feels like she's finally beginning to see me.”

A bright smile captured my face. “I'm so happy to hear that, Tasneem”, I proposed.

“Thank you”, she shot back. “Seriously. For everything.”

Her smile was making my heart flutter. The urge to take her hand in mine was almost unbearable, but I knew we had to stay low in that aspect at school.

“So … back to the initial topic. I realized that my mom is completely used to you showing up whenever and I don't even know yours”, she pointed out.

“You don't need to know her”, I insisted.

“Why are you so against it?”, Tasneem inquired.

By now we were sitting outside to eat. The weather was great, which was nothing new.

“Are you afraid that she might embarrass you? Because I'd laugh about some silly childhood stories, but it would only make me adore you more”, she continued.

“Or is it because of our relationship?” She had lowered her voice for that question.

“She doesn't need to know if you don't want to.”

“No, it's not that. We just don't have the kind of relationship you and your mom have and I'm pretty sure you'll be disappointed. Or rather upset, maybe”, I claimed.

“What do you mean?”, she questioned, concern written over her face.

“It's just … I know she loves me, in some way at least. But most of the time we're living separate lives. When I was struggling with Layan's death, she told me to suck it up and stop grieving over what's gone because I won't get it back anyway. I know she meant to give me good advice. We just don't get along that well”, I explained.

Tasneem placed her hand on my forearm, a supportive gesture I appreciated a lot.

“She's pretty much a hypocrite. She wants me to tell her about my feelings and plays the concerned mom, but the next day it's like our conversation never really happened and she just wants me to go on as if everything was fine. That's why I couldn't even talk about Layan a few weeks ago. I hadn't been allowed to grieve”, I stated.

“I'm sorry, (f/n). That's awful”, she noted.

“You helped me through it”, I proposed. “I just don't want her to screw our relationship up. You know … make 'helpful' comments or trigger you in any way. I like our life the way it is right now.”

“Me too”, Tasneem agreed, smiling. “But whether you like it or not, your mom is still a crucial part of your life and I'd like to meet her someday.”

“Okay”, I gave in. “But we'll do it on a day my dad comes home early. He's amazing, just busy a lot of the time, thanks to his job. So I don't get to be with him much.”

“It's settled the...”, she decided.

“Hey, Tasneem!”, Hiba called out, approaching us.

A smug grin was adorning her face while she was scanning the way we were sitting, Tasneem's hand still on my forearm.

“What's up with you recently?”, Hiba questioned. “Why are you spending all your time with that loner? What's your plan?”

“Isn't it obvious? I'm spending time with her because I enjoy it and I'm not spending it with you because you're being a bitch about it”, Tasneem declared.

Hiba was having difficulties to control herself. At least I assumed that reading her body language before she stormed off without another word.

“I can't believe her”, Tasneem ranted.

“Maybe you should talk to her?”, I suggested. “The real kind, without just clawing at each others throats.”

“I don't think that'll do”, she presumed. “Hiba's kinda living in her own little world, thinking she's the boss and has to be in control all the time. I doubt resonating with her would work out.”

“I just don't like standing in between you”, I confessed.

“It's not you. We've been having issues for quite some time now”, she reassured me. “But that's enough with all the serious talk. Let's plan something to do on the weekend.”

Somehow changing topics was easy for once, relishing in the positive aspects of our lives. Laughing together with her just felt like every bad thing was gone. So from that point on the break ended quicker than I wished for.

At the end of the school day Tasneem and I were about to head out together like we always did. Even when I did not tag along, Tasneem insisted to walk me to the bus to cherish any moment together we could get.

But today she had forgotten one of her books in the classroom. So she had to head back while I was waiting in the corridor, close to the exit.

Everyone else had already left. At least that was what I had thought until Hiba pushed me into the bathroom that was right next to me.

“What the hell?”, I exclaimed, regaining my stance.

“What did you do?”, Hiba interrogated me.

“What do you mean?”, I inquired confused.

“What did you do to make Tasneem hang out with you? You're a loner. A nobody. Why would she want to keep you around?”, Hiba questioned, her voice dripping with disgust.

“This is between you and Tasneem. You should talk to her about it”, I suggested.

Hiba took a step toward me, getting dangerously close. Honestly it was intimidating, but I stood my ground anyway, not putting distance between us again.

“You should stay away from her”, she advised me.

“Won't happen”, I assured her.

“You'll regret that”, she warned me.

“I don't think so. But maybe you should question your behavior if you want Tasneem to be your friend because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate what you're doing right now”, I considered.

“I'm gonna make your life a living hell”, she threatened me.

“I don't think that will be possible. I've already been through hell and yet here I am. I don't go down that easily”, I promised, not suppressing the grin that was forming on my face.

“We'll see”, she alluded and left me behind.

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[reni-reads]

Reni's Read Along: Peppermint Rose

I randomly found this weird children's book in a box in my attic - it's German, which is super odd because I didn't learn German until I was a teenager lol. Anyway, I figured I'd share about it because the art is really pretty!

only click "read more" if you don't care about spoilers please!

Right in the beginning we're introduced to a peaceful scene: Several girls are relaxing in a beautfiul garden, sipping ome tea, tending to flowers and cute animals...

And look how pretty they are! Btw I love that there is an obvious main character (Peppermint Rose, the one on the right), but her friends Daisy, Lily and Violet are all equally pretty and their dresses and hats have just as much detail, and everyone has her signature flower! I love when magical girls in a group are all designed with equal detail and love.

Anyway...

Wait! It hasn't always been so peaceful!

So we get sent back into the past, which kicks off with introducing our main character Rose, and dare I say, I love her on the basis of her being a pretty blonde with pink as her signature color. Yes, I am that simple.

And like, look at her. She's giving Elle Woods but as a child. You can't tell me she's not the most popular girl at school lol. Casually phoning her friends on her own phone in 1992! Girl is loaded okay.

Still, her rich parents can't protect her from suffering the worst fate known to women:

Her TV doesn't work?! What about watching [insert popular 90's TV show] now???

And when Rose goes to investigate, it gets even worse. She gets kidnapped by a small old man called Dimmi and his dragophant called Petunia!

Yes. That's a thing. Because of the picture limit, you'll have to wait until the end to see wtf a dragophant is. For now let me say I'm very sure she's high on forbidden substances but hey I'm not gonna judge her. She has to put up with Rose after all, who is stuck up brat ngl.

She's supposed to save the kingdom of Bagoonya, and naturally, Rose is like "Hell nah wtf!" She quickly changes her mind though because she basically has no other option lol.

And can we just agree that her knight's armor is absolutely fire? Likes yes, Dimmi is a kidnapper who cares about the safety of his child soldiers alright. Sadly she immediately ditches the armor, which, bad move girly.

So they travel for a while until they reach...

A PIZZA PLACE?! Hell yes get your pizza, girl! 🍕

...

Aw bummer, t'was but a trap! :(

So they journey along for a bit and Rose actually undergoes some character development and realizes being an arrogant, self-centered brat isn't the way to be. So yay for the character development!

They reach the real destination, which looks a bit more sinister:

And like. That evil queen is committed to the act. She said, "If I'm gonna be evil, I'm gonna do it right!" And I respect her for that.

Like yes she is committed. As someone who looks more like the queen than our protagonist, I feel very connected to her. Spiritually, I mean.

So Rose finds out she can't fight her, so what's the plan? Drag your besties into the mess! But it's fine, cable TV is still down, so they're not missing anything anyway. Also, the way you can just tell that Rose is not only the protagonist but also the main character of her friend group lol.

So they defeat the evil queen with the power of gayness friendship (and a song...?). HOWEVER miss queen doesn't die, she just turns nice! She likes colors now, yay!

Like okay let's pretend this isn't queer power, I guess.

This is the mentor, Dimmi, btw! He's tiny but mighty (and obviously slightly insane) and he's just happy to be here lmfao.

But since it's a somewhat magical girl thing, I don't want to deprive you of their transformations, which are very pretty! From left to right we have:

Merry Mint Violet

Peppermint Rose

Lemon Drop Lily

Miss Vanilla Daisy

Those rabbit things are just there to be cute and sell plushies tbh, they are not relevant at all. And YES in the background we have queen Petunia the high dragophant!

And like? The vibe. Those outfits. Those hats??? The final "Hell yes we saved the day"-handshake? I am HERE for it!

So yes, that was it! I did enjoy this way more than I should have lol. I loved the character of Rose a lot, the story was fine enough, and the girls are pretty. So yeah!