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WIP excerpt behind the cut: Core Four micro/macro. tw for Kon having some unhealthy thoughts about his personal relationship with "usefulness" and consent. (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âKon?â Cassie asks, and he remembersâright. She asked himâshe asked him if it was âbetterâ, or . . . or whatever.Â
âUh, yeah,â he says, clearing his throat awkwardly. âLikeâitâs fine, yeah. Um . . . so, uh, what do you wanna, uh . . . what do you want me to do?âÂ
âNothing,â Bart says. âLike, very literally nothing.âÂ
âAll you have to do is just let us play with you,â Cassie agrees, stroking up his thighs again, and Konâs skin feels hot.
âUhâright,â he says, swallowing awkwardly. âJust, you knowâI meanââÂ
He cuts himself off before he can say just donât you want me to do something USEFUL?, because he knows theyâll just tell him he doesnât need to be useful, which isnât evenâwhich isnâtâÂ
He just should be doing something useful. Or at least interesting. Or at least . . .Â
Just something. Thatâs all.Â
âCan you do that for us?â Cassie asks, and Konâhesitates. He doesnât really . . . get that, exactly. Like, as a thing.Â
âUh, sure,â he tries, because if itâs really what they want . . . he can do it, if itâs really what they want. Obviously. Heâll do anything they want, itâsâheâs the one whoâs always up for anything, who never says no, whoâs always willing to go another round or try something new orâ
So he can do it. Thatâsâyeah. Obviously he can.
He tries to make himself settle under Cassieâs hands again, but itâs harder than it should be. He feels like he should at least, likeâtry to pose or something, maybe. Try to look . . . he doesnât even know. Justâgood, somehow. Though he doesnât know how he could pull off âhotâ while he looks like this and he is literally not even capable of âcuteâ, no matter what weird ideas Bartâs gotten into his head this time, butâbut he should be trying to look good, at least. Except also Cassieâs hands are half-covering him anyway, so like . . . he doesnât know, just . . .Â
âIt is only fair we get to play with you sometimes,â Tim muses, looking him over speculatively, and Kon feels immediately restless and weird. Usually when Tim uses that tone of voice itâs promising, but right now . . . heâs not really sure, right now. âYou really never do let us focus on you all that much.âÂ
âThatâs, likeâboring,â Kon says, and tries not to think about how easily Cassie could justâpin him, or whatever. How she could just . . . make him. Make him . . . âplayâ whatever they all wanted to.Â
And itâs not likeâhe already said heâd let them play with him. And he never says no to anything anyway. And . . .Â
It doesnât matter, if she could make him. Heâd do it anyway, if that was what they wanted, soâit doesnât matter.
It doesnât.Â
âI donât think itâd be boring,â Tim says, still looking at him speculatively. Kon resists a stupid urge to squirm.Â
âI definitely donât,â Bart agrees, staring intently at him too. Cassie just strokes her fingertips back down his thighs, and then rubs along them gently.Â
âYou canât really say it would be if you havenât even let us try, right?â she points out.Â
âIâm letting you,â Kon mutters, feeling stupid and looking away, rubbing a hand up his arm and then feelingâstupider, all things considered. Cassie curls her fingers around his stomach and sort of hugs him with them, almost, and then he just feels embarrassed. Heâs notâhe doesnât needâ
Bart vibrates in place, just for a moment, and Tim tilts his head, and Kon resists the urge to hide his face. Itâs not likeâhe wants to do what they want, but if they donât want him to do anything . . .Â
He doesnât know how heâs supposed to do that. How to be what they want, or . . . like, how heâs supposed to even . . .Â
He justâhe wants them to have a good time. Thatâs all. He wants to be what they want.
He just doesnât know how to do that when heâs like this.
#core four#core four polyam#kon el#conner kent#cassie sandsmark#bart allen#tim drake#young just us#young justice#superboy#wonder girl#dc impulse#dc robin#wip: come on barbie let's go party#internalized consent issues
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2023 reads //Â twitter thread
Love Letters For Joy
YA contemporary Cyrano de Bergerac retelling
an ace girl with cerebral palsy whoâs determined to be valedictorian, with only her academic rival to beat
when her friends start pairing up, she starts to wonder if she wants something like that, and emails the anonymous romance advice email going around her school
#Love Letters For Joy#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#hm.#the good: so many disabled characters!#main boy has asthma; side characters in wheelchairs and two others incidentally with CP;#and like every other character is wearing glasses#(which tbh. is probably just a normal amount of disability i any given group of people but how often do you see that much in a book lmao)#(I also just noticed the BG characters on the cover too)#but it is veryâŚâŚ.doesnât really explore anything in depth and also the drama got pretty comical at the end?#i forgot it was the CDB retelling.#feel like it should have taken the concept and then ran with the natural possibilities for the characters instead of trying to stick to tha#no more YA where the secret anonymous person keeps their identity secret for no reasonable reason and it only causes problems pls#near the end the dude is outed to his parents and kicked out. and like holy shit it does not explore that in depth??#one of her âfriendsâ is in love with her and after kissing her without consent goes on this aphobic tirade and becomes like a comical vilai#neither of those things are handled very well#also just little things like joy tells her friends that over the course of the book sheâs realised sheâs pan -#which was not mentioned a single time in her internal narration. there's tons of that kind of thing. telling not showing.#asexual books#while she mentions she's ace a lot she doesn't talk about specific experiences a lot#(which is not an issue but damn i wish it would have done that with Something in the book)
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Was just having that conversation last night with @schizodiaries about thinking/reminiscing(?) about the hospital and now here I am looking through my BFF groupchat messages from the day of my laparoscopy
The first thing I sent from the hospital was this selfie taken in the waiting room at registration captioned with "Greetings from the hospital"
(I can see at the bottom that my shirt is red, and it was my officially licensed Last of Us shirt... I also had black track pants and a grey cardigan bc I'm still gonna be putting together an outfit while heading to the hospital where I will leave with holes in my abdomen)
Here is the stuffed animal I brought with me... I asked the first nurse what to do with Ulana, thinking I'd get told "Oh you can just leave her in your room" or "You should probably put her away in your bag" but instead I was asked "Do you want me to ask if you can take her to the OR?" so Ulana stayed with me until I was on the operating table, where they took her and put her on my stretcher along with my mask and my glasses
(I went shopping several times in the months leading up to the surgery with the mission of finding a plushie to take to the hospital and the 3 plushies I nearly got instead were a pig in a hoodie from Miniso, a grey and white cat from Build-A-Bear, and a Jurassic World-branded t-rex from Toys R Us)
I remember immediately asking for my purse so I could get my phone once I was returned to my room and I believe this is the first thing I sent to anybody when I got out of surgery... I also texted my mom, messaged a few Discord servers, and posted on Tumblr
(And yes, we have the Mean Girls theme for our chat)
When I woke up in the PACU, I had like 3 blankets so I couldn't find Ulana among them and had to ask the nurse for help but then I immediately lost her again lol, I think I hit Ulana with my elbow when putting my glasses on
(I handle anesthesia weirdly well so while some people don't remember being returned to their rooms and the doctor said I wouldn't remember her coming to my room to tell me what she found, I actually even remember laying on my side with the oxygen mask on and sticking my fingers under it to wipe away drool as my first memory coming out of anesthesia)
It ended up being my left butt cheek, I remember taking off the band-aid and the EKG stickers in bed at home later that day
My mom noticed I had pads on my grocery list which I needed for the first week afterwards so before picking me up, she stopped at Shoppers and got me some pads and this big squishy unicorn bc I had a pegasus-unicorn with me for the surgery to remove my extra tooth when I was 7
#aside from getting an internal exam without my consent it was a positive experience#i went back 3 weeks later with timbits and a card for the nurses station#lowkey disappointed a hysterectomy is not happening any time soon lol#i get it bc its an 8 week recovery but it would be nice to a) one and done this shit and b) find out if i have adenomyosis#my anesthesiologist for my laparoscopy was the same one who did my consult#i got a consult bc im hypermobile and have heart and lung issues but i was doing so well that he seemed confused i was there#my surgery was a huge deal to me bc it would potentially give answers#and i didnt realise until afterwards when i was mad at my body how much i was expecting endometriosis#(it could still be endo but in such small amounts that it doesnt show up in surgery)#(and thus cannot be removed)#the estrogen is slapping right now#doctor bitchcraft
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so things have just gotten so much worse here aha
#nat.txt#you cannot have green light to send me places without my consent!! i did not consent to that!!!! let alone it not being in my contract!!!!!!#to then say me not being comfortable in going somewhere is an issue?????? SIR. THAT DOES NOT SOUND GREAT. LIKE AT ALL.#AND THEN PLANNING TO SEND ME TO TEXAS ?????? IM MOT A FULL EMPLOYEEE!!!! I AM AN INTERN !!! WHAT HTHE ABSOLUTE HELL!!!!!!#called my supervisor immediately and she understood and defended me at least by telling the guy i canât travel out like i am very#overwhelmed right now iâve been feeling like this since thursday you are throwing task mt way and expect me to manage it all and like cool i#get it but oh my fucking god calm down???? like please just calm down?
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intertwined. | preview
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
setting: omegaverse!au, university!au
genre: angst, smut, some fluff
contains: yandere, estranged childhood friends to enemies to lovers, mentions of self-identity issues, dubious consent, obsessive behavior, loss of virginity, mutual(ish) pining, gojo is bad at expressing his feelings so heâs kinda a jerk, lovesick!gojo
summary: you just want to lose your virginity, no strings attached. how could you have known that gojo satoru is in love with you?
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
release date: tbd | ask for taglist if interested
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âI want you to take my virginity.â
Satoruâs cocky grin wipes clean off his face. His stare goes blank and his jaw drops open comically wide. For the first time in the twenty-one years youâve known him, Gojo Satoru is at a loss for words.
âWe never have to talk again afterwards,â you add quickly, your cheeks starting to heat up in embarrassment. âThis is just gonna be a one-time thing.â
Satoru is silent, expression tense as he observes you carefully. His crystal blue eyes seem to darken a few shades as he takes your hand in his. His thumb strokes once, slowly over the back of your knuckles.
âJust a one-time thing,â he repeats languidly, lips stretching into a smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes.
Perhaps if you werenât so focused on the rapid, frantic beating of your own heart, you wouldâve noticed Satoruâs gaze wanderâonly to lock right on the clear patch stubbornly covering your neckâs scent gland. You wouldâve seen the way his pupils dilate and his tongue swipes over his lips, with hunger written all over his face.
âWell then,â he all but rasps out, voice thick with desire. Without warning, he pulls your body against his with ease, trapping you in the warmth of his arms. Satoru rests his forehead against yours, letting out a groan that is too soft, too vulnerable, too intimate.
Heâs so big, you realize. You can hardly believe that you once stood a whole head taller than him. Satoru towers over you, his lean frame completely dwarfing you. His large hands squeeze at your waist as he presses a barely-there, tender peck to your forehead.
You feel like you canât breathe.
âI hope you know what youâve gotten yourself into, sweetheart.â
Youâve heard stories about what heâs like in bed; itâs inevitable that as the most desired alpha on campus, heâs gotten around. You donât expect tenderness or care; if you did, Gojo Satoru is the dead last person to approach. Youâre waiting for him to start man-handling you, tearing your clothes off, chasing after the carnal pleasure that only sex can bring. Youâve prepared yourself for that.
Instead, Satoru cups your pretty face between his large hands, running his thumb along your cheekbone. His blue eyes are a swirling pool of emotions, burning with not only lust but something deeper. âBeen waitinâ so long for this.â His hushed whisper falls on deaf ears as he leans in to kiss you.
You let out a surprised squeak as his lips press against yours; this isnât how things are supposed to go. Youâre not here to play romance with Satoruâyet, the slow gentle kisses heâs giving you and the gentleness with which heâs holding you are cutting it too close.
âW-Wait,â you gasp out, pulling away to catch your breath. Satoru is panting too, cheeks flushed pink as he stares at you like a man dying of thirst discovering an oasis. His hand trails down your side to rest on your waist, pulling himself forward so he can drop his head against your shoulder. âWhat are yââ your words die in your throat as you feel his nose nudge against the most vulnerable part of you.
âYou smell so fuckinâ goodâŚâ His groan against your neck reverberates through your entire body, shaking you to your very core. Your internal alarm flares to life, blaring loudly in warning. You canât even pay much attention to that, though, not whenâ
âY-You do, tooâŚâ The words leave you before you can even process them. You knees feel like jelly as his scent washes over you, deep, musky and addicting. Satoru stiffens against you, huffing out a short breath of frustration.
âYouâre gonna kill me.â You feel it. You feel his teeth scrape against the spot your mating bond would be. Satoru knows just as well as you do that you donât have one, and that if you had things your way, that would never change. He teases the edge of the bandage covering your scent gland, rolling it between his teeth. Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging nervously.
âN-Not there,â you protest, stumbling over your words in panic. Satoru pauses, and for three very long seconds, neither of you move. The only thing you can hear the is the pounding of your own heartbeat, his shallow pants against your neck, and the hum of the air conditioning.
Heâs close, too closeâyouâre terrified of what heâs capable of, only because you donât know if you can count on your own willpower to stop him. Youâre slowly going limp in his arms, becoming nothing but putty in between his fingersâyouâve never felt so weak.
You hate how he makes you feel. Youâve always hated how he makes you feel. Weak. The world has always told you that you are. Youâre nothing but a little omega whose only fate is to be a strong alphaâs obedient mate. Youâve fought back, resisted, protestedâyet, Gojo Satoru has always managed to put you right back in your place.
This time is no different. Once again, you find yourself at his mercy. Your stomach boils with bitterness, with anger, with hatred⌠with longing.
Too slowly, he pulls away from your neck, only to lock eyes with you. âRight.â Satoruâs lips quirk into a crooked grin. âThis is just a one-time thing, huh?â
You recognize that smile.
Itâs the one that Satoru gave when he broke his mamaâs favorite vase and blamed the cat. Itâs the one that Satoru gave when he stole a candy bar from the store and got caught by the cashier. Itâs the one that Satoru gave when he claimed you were no more than a stranger and left you to fend for yourself through high school.
Heâs lying.
Far too late, you realize youâd made a big mistake.
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authorâs note: i canât even lie this little word vomit was just a way to get some gojo thirst off my chest. iâm not even sure if iâll ever get around to writing a full fic because iâve been planning this in my head for weeks and thereâs so much i want to include. yet i have too little time because of uni :(
if you are interested in being part of a taglist just in case i ever actually get around to writing the full fic, just let me know in the replies.
thank you for reading this far :)
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere gojo#yandere gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo smut#jjk x reader#yandere jjk
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Exhibitionism: Trafalgar Law
Birthday Celebration Masterlist
Word Count: 4,100+
Themes: Law x afab!reader, mdni, NSFW, 18+, smut, fingering, praise, public, no prior relationship, masturbation, education, medical malpractice, (witnesses present: Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo), consent asked multiple times, medical talk, vaginal exam.
Notes: This is day 2 of my celebration event. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, please excuse any inaccuracies.
When Ikkaku approached you with a coin from your captainâs prized collection, your brows knit together in puzzlement. She had this look in her eye, one that held something hidden behind her usual disgruntled expression that held you intrigued. Head lulling to the side, she pursed her lips and asked you her question.
âHeads or tails?â
Shaking your head softly, you gave her more of a confused smile than anything else. With a soft shrug, and an assumption in your mind regarding chore rotation, you simply pouted while uttering your answer.
âTails, I guess?â
With a mischievous smirk, Ikkaku flicked the shiny object in the air with a skilled roll of her thumb. Catching it mid-air, she swatted it and held it firmly within a cupped grip on her forearm. Eyes darting between yours, her smile grew ever wider the longer she held your attention.
âDon't want to reconsider?â she taunted you, âLast chance to change your answer, hon. Still going with tails?â
âI like my odds, and tails is my favoriteâ you smile warmly at her, âThey're always more intricately carved, and their patterns are pretty.â She nods, tugging away her hand and revealing the side facing the roof of the tang to you both.
âWould you look at that! You win,â she chuckled, reaching the coin forward and gently offering it out for you to take, âGive this to the captain when you go on in to see him. He's expecting one of us, and I'm so fucking glad it's you.â She seemed to breathe out a sigh of relief at that last statement, her cheeks falling a little as she feels a weight flee from her shoulders.
You cocked your head at her response, darting your eyes between hers before you apprehensively took the coin from her hands.
âWhat the fuck did I just agree to?â you giggle a little, unsure of what would phase your crewmate so much that she'd breathe out this much relief, âSome sick and twisted chore?â
âNah, nothinâ like that,â she giggled, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, âCaptain needed a volunteer for a lesson he wanted to teach some of the crew, is all.â She gently waved you off, giving you that grin filled with mischief that had your skin ignite with goose flesh.
Shrugging off your nerves, you ponder what mysterious lesson needed your person in that only you or Ikkaku would be able to serve under.
Whatever you concocted in your mind, nothing prepared you for where you found yourself. Splayed out in the medical bay, legs in stirrups, and made comfortable by pillows tucked behind your head, and a weighted blanket kindly placed over your stomach to grant you some comfort within the issue at hand: Captain Trafalgar Law was giving three of the crew a lesson on anatomy. Your body as his guide, he had his nylon gloves tugged over his wrists as he gently pointed out several areas of your pussy to your crewmates.
âThe labia majora and the labia minora are a part of what is commonly referred to as âthe vulvaâ,â Lawâs low tone and dry voice caused you to internally shake your head and roll your eyes, but externally remaining still so he could deliver more of his lecture, âThis also includes the urethra, vagina, and glans clitoris. Any questions?â
âWhat is the main function of the clitoris?â Bepoâs voice bashfully rose his question through a shy mumble, âWhat does it do?â Snickers from Shachi and Penguin were hastily silenced by a look Law shot them, his eyes piercing them more precisely than his blade ever could.
âThe clitoris is where most owners of vaginas often source their pleasure,â Law explained without fluctuation in his cadence, âFor many, it is the most common cornerstone of their orgasm. Only a small fraction is external, the majority of the clitoris is internal. Stimulating the clitoris is usually the final leg to achieving an orgasm. Any other questions, or should I move on-?â
â-The fuck you mean it's internal? Like the G-spot?â Shachi spoke over Law, cutting him off and relating his concern. Law sighed, clamping his eyes shut and taking a small breath of agitation.
âBoth yes, and no. It's currently under debate as to what part of the network the G-spot is: whether it's a part of the vagina, or if it's the underside of the clitoris,â Law spoke, resting his hand on your exposed thigh.
You try not to tense up as you stare at the ceiling and think on the dinner menu, the cleaning rotation, the timetable for overnight shift, and what time to set your alarm in the morning. Anything other than four of your crewmates staring at your pussy, and attempting to ignore the way your Captain's authoritarian dictation was affecting you. Anything other than the embarrassment of getting aroused at each soft and intentional poke and prod to your cunt, paired with the dry delivery of medical speech.
âNow, let's talk internally,â Law cut through the silence, gently moving his warm hands towards your core and using the heels of his palm to divide your walls and expose your entrance. âThe alley towards the cervix-.â
â-Captain, I'm sorry to interrupt your lecture,â Bepoâs voice spoke quietly once more, âBut I have more questions about the clitoris. When you say it's the most common source for the orgasm, can you explain anything else about it? I-... I just want to learn, I'm sorry.â You purse your lips and attempt to suppress a soft coo at Bepoâs sweetness.
Law was less enthusiastic about the interruption, but halted his explanation to satisfy the curiosity of the polar-bear mink.
âThe clitoris has three parts to it,â you felt his hands move up, the heel of his palm at the base of your abdomen, pushing up the skin and exposing more of you to your crewmates, âSee here? Iâm pushing the clitoral hood back to reveal this smaller organ hidden beneath? That is an extremely sensitive part of the vaginal anatomy. When stimulated, the vagina will self-lubricate to allow easier entry internally.â
You could barely breathe, thankful for the security the weighted blanket offered you to anchor you to the table and prevent you from fleeing from sheer embarrassment. Taking a few steady breaths in, you attempted to keep yourself calm as you shoved away the feeling of an almost touch to your sensitive bundle of nerve-endings from your captain.
Sensing your unease, Law drew his other hand to your thigh and gave you a gentle tap in appreciation of your willingness as his assistant. While he would never say it, he hoped you were the one to agree to this little display instead of Ikkaku. He wouldn't have heard the end of her sass, and you were far easier to ask to follow obscure orders from time to time.
âSir, when you say âself lubricate,â can you explain what that means-?â Bepo asked quietly once more, prompting you to let out a soft cough to cover a nervous laugh. Law seemed to notice your nerves, gently checking in with you before he did anything without consent. With the gentle call of your name, he broke you from your thoughts and coaxed your eyes to meet his.
âWould you mind if I demonstrated a little bit about how lubrication is produced?â His question seemed the most straight forward to ask the most abstract concept you could ever hope to agree to.
Your captain, Trafalgar D Water Law: former warlord of the seas, and titled the surgeon of death, was asking for permission to get you wet in front of your crewmates. With a soft warmth illuminating your cheeks, you felt compelled to nod. You did not want to disappoint your captain, and having him so close to your intimate region was driving you to the brink of your self control.
âIf you deem it necessary, and are prepared to, Captain. I won't stop you,â you responded, checking in with him to ensure he was comfortable with demonstrating this in front of his subordinates. While you were the one about to be made aroused in front of your crew, your captain was going to be the one to do it.
âAlright,â Law nodded down at you, again while giving your thigh a soft squeeze, âThank you. You're an excellent assistant, and I appreciate you for doing this.â
Managing to give him a soft nod, you lay back and fixed your eyes on the silver roof of the Polar Tangâs med bay as you felt your captain's hand shift towards your pussy. Gently holding your pelvis up with the heel of his palm, he exposed your clit by pulling back the hood.
âWhere most partners, once knowing where the clitoris is and what it does, would go charging in towards it,â Law spoke while the warmth of his hands moved towards your pearly bud, âYou must only be kind to it. Gentle motions: either up and down,â your breath hitched as his fingers made contact with your clit, his motions following his instructions.
âYou can also go side to side,â he rolled your clit with his index finger, your dry pussy now weeping with a small amount of arousal pooling at the entrance, âOr in a circular motion. Like so,â his wrist shifted, using both his index and unity finger to stimulate your clit. You continued to stare up at the ceiling, attempting to fight the way your body was responding to your captain and compartmentalize the feeling of his hands on your body.
âAnd now you see, there's a little bit of lubrication at the entrance,â his hands darted down, collecting a small amount of your slick, and raising his hand up to the light. âThis is an indication of arousal, and will often pave the way for penatritive sex for those who enjoy it.â Law finished, bringing his hand away from your pussy and letting it throb in front of your crewmates.
âNow that we've got it wet, is there any other quest-,â Lawâs words were stolen from him when Bepo interjected, much to both Shachi and Penguin's delight.
â-When you say âpenatritive sex,â do you mean when a penis goes in? I am so sorry,â Bepo added, his apologies directed at you, alongside his heartfelt gratitude, âI just want to learn. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.â Before Law had a moment to reprimand Bepo, you spoke up calmly and sweetly.
âNo, it's okay Bepo. It's actually refreshing that you want to learn this,â you raise your head and give him a soft smile, âIf you have a partner with these parts in future, I know they would appreciate you knowing how to satisfy them. Sorry for interrupting, sir. I won't do it again.â You turn your attention towards Law, offering him a soft smile before returning to your reclined position against the bay.
Law, despite his stoic exterior, attempted to ignore the twitch in his pants each time you called him âsirâ while being so close to your pussy. âIt was all in the name of knowledge and medical education,â he told himself, âNothing more.â
âPenetrative sex, Bepo, can be with foreign objects, including: hands, tongue, tools, and another personâs anatomy that fits within,â he relayed, gently bringing his hands back to your pussy and massaging your clit once more. âThe only thing you need to think about is how aroused they are when entering. So, you see how there's a little amount of lubrication at the center?â
Law lined up his tallest finger with your core, gently carding through your folds and rubbing your slit. Slowly inching his fingertip within your pussy, he listened for that gentle hiccup in your breathing that shot lightning straight to his cock. He clamped his eyes shut to take a moment of composure, focussing his attention on the way his gloved finger disappeared into your pussy, and continued.
âSo now we've got our partner lubricated enough to enter,â he pressed a little more firmly, more of his finger disappeared upwards within your pussy, âIt goes in with ease. In a gentle rocking motion, we can use our hand and fingers to draw out pleasure.â Law continued to press more of his finger within your pussy, trying not to groan at the way it swallowed his digit with a greediness he did not anticipate. He could feel how hot and wet you were through the glove, and it made him almost want to dismiss the three from the room and claim you on the table.
âNow, if we're satisfied with this,â Law continued rocking you on his hand, his attention now turning towards Shachi, Bepo and Penguin, âI could now talk about performing cervical testing and pap smears, like I intended in the beginning-.â
â-Once the entrance is lubricated enough,â Bepo again spoke up, âShould the clitoris be ignored? It's far from the opening, and I could imagine it hard to reach.â Law sighed, turning back towards you while his finger was still buried within your center to the knuckle.
âI am so sorry,â he offered you, his eyes empathetic while he choked back his anger at the line of questions, âWould⌠Would you mind if I made you cum? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and I would only be doing it for the benefit of answering all of the follow up questions that I know will come from my brief explaiations.â Law gave you a few short rocks of his hand within your pussy, causing you to bite back a moan that he so easily could have ripped from you.
âIf-...â you hissed, feeling more of the pressure returning to your abdomen the longer his hands remained focussing on your pussy. âIf you think it's necessary, sir. I am at your mercy, and I will leave it up to you to decide how far you want to take this in the name of educational curiosity. Anything you need, I'm here to assist, sir.â
âVery well,â Law offered with a soft, cocky snicker in his tone, âI'm going to demonstrate a little bit of what I know about anatomy. Please just relax, let me take the reins, and tap my arm to stop me if it gets too much.â
âYes, sir,â you nod, closing your eyes as you relax against the bay and gulping back your nerves, âThank you, Captain.â You try to ignore the way you knew four sets of eyes were now fixed on the way your pussy sucked in Lawâs finger as he dove it in and retracted it out.
âOkay, now that we're both consenting individuals for this small display, I'm going to demonstrate how to induce an orgasm from our willing crewmate here,â Law nodded to the other three, âYou signed up for learning how to complete cervical screening, not learning how to deliver an orgasm. I am happy to cover them while you leave if you do not want-.â
â-Nope!â
â-Nuh uh, I'm good!â
â-I want to learn, Captain.â
You almost wanted to scream at the awkward tension in the room, feeling yourself slink back into the comfort of your shell and hide from them. Just as you were about to speak, Law drew his thumb up and began to gently roll your clit in slow and circular motions. Each time he drew his finger inside your pussy, he would match it with a soft roll of your clit beneath his thumb.
âThis act is called âfingeringâ,â he added, likely for Bepoâs benefit while he continued to motion with his hands further, âWhile few partners enjoy being stimulated either internally or externally, I find the combination of the two actions gets a far greater result. See how much more lubrication freely falls from the entrance?â Law removed his finger from your pussy and held it up to the other three before returning it back to your slit.
âNow, I'm going to add a second finger to the mix,â he nodded, gently bringing his unoccupied hand up to the top of your thigh and giving it a small, appreciative squeeze, âI prefer using my two middle fingers, like so.â He lines up his fingers and gently eases them in your drooling pussy, rolling them against each other to stretch out your entrance.
âThis leaves our index finger, pinky finger, and thumb free, so we can use them to-...â he draws his index finger and pinky against your labia and spreads it, his thumb returning to your clit and gently tapping on it with every in-thrust, â...Gently pry apart the vagina so we can see what we're doing, while using our thumb to stimulate the clitoris.â
Scrunching your eyes tightly shut, you used your top teeth to clamp hard on your lower lip to halt a wanton moan from falling from your lips. You couldn't, however, halt the way your back arched on the medical bay as your thighs began to tremble at the amount of pleasure your captain was ripping from you.
âBased on this reaction from our partner, how should I proceed?â he offered the other three, âSee how they've arched their back, and their legs had began to twitch a little? This is the telltale sign that, regardless of the silence or not, they are enjoying what we are doing. Should I continue like this, speed up, or slow down?â
âI think we should slow down, draw it out a little more, and take our time with it,â Penguin offered in contemplation, âWithhold it a little to prolong the orgasm and build it up to a larger release.â
âI think we should stay at the same pace,â Bepo suggested, his tone more apprehensive, âOur partner seems to like it, and I would not want to disappoint them by changing what I'm doing in case they don't like it as much.â
âI think we should speed it up, hook our hands up, spit on it a little bit to add more lubrication, and see if we can make them squirt,â Shachi shrugged, uttering it is if it was the most obvious choice, âUse our tongue too, suck on the clit a little bit and make them get a little loud and nasty-.â
â-Keep up the language, Shachi, and I'll have you used as an example of what a prostate exam is,â Lawâs warning tone, alongside his coaxing fingers had you whimpering. Your eyes floated open, eyelashes fluttering as he kept a steady rhythm on your pussy, and drawing out your pleasure with ease.
âWhile these are good suggestions, what we're missing is collecting preference from the one person that truly matters,â Law nodded to them, turning back his attention to you, âYou're doing so well. Thank you for letting me do this. Would you prefer I slow down, speed up, or keep talking at the same pace while I change it up?â You gulp at his attention now returned to you, trying to compartmentalize the pleasure while communicating with your captain.
âI-...â you close your eyes, fighting a soft whimper at the way his hand manages to press against your most intimate regions and erogenous zones with the precision of a marksman hitting their target. Without much thought to the action, you couldn't help the words that fell from your lips.
âPlease make me cum, captain. Please speed up a little bit, add some more pressure to my clit, and focus more on where your fingers touch me internally,â your soft plea was made with an almost innocent and begging look from your rounded eyes, âPlease make me cum. I n-need to cum. Please, sir? Please?â
âFuck,â a soft whisper from behind Law almost tore you away from your thoughts, Shachiâs hand moving to the front of his boiler suit and adjusting his hardening cock by pinching at the fabric. Law had no time to reprimand him, his entire attention focussed on you the moment your first utter of âpleaseâ escaped your lips. Law sped up his motions, hooking up his digits and circling your clit with his thumb.
âLike this? I can feel the way you twitch around me when I push here. But if I push here,â Law moved his hand slightly up, leaning his body closer to yours while his hand was pressed on the base of your pelvis. Moving your hood back with his hand as he did earlier, he exposed more of your clit and spread your slick over your quivering pearl while his motions picked up, âI can stimulate all the parts of your clit at once. Do you like that?â
âYes, please!â your back bowed as you felt your orgasm grow and bloom in your abdomen, âPlease don't stop, captain! Please make me cum!â The fact your crewmates were watching as you were brought to your peak on Law's hands escaped you, your body responding to each rake of his fingers deep within your needy cunt.
âFu-uck,â another whisper echoed from behind you, this time from Penguin who was clutching his clipboard closer to his chest and pressing his thighs close together.
âYou can cum. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers,â Law kept his eyes on your face, continuing to beckon your orgasm from you while raising the intensity and speed of his motions. You felt the coil within your abdomen begin to wind tightly bound, your toes beginning to twitch and curl while your legs dug in against the stirrups.
âNnnngh-... f-fuck-!â Back fully arching off the table, your lips parted in a silent cry as your pussy began to flutter around Lawâs fingers. Both âAâ and âTâ continued to disappear into your pussy, his relentless stimulation of your clit pushing you from that ledge as you floated off into oblivion.
âThere you go, there you go,â Law encouraged you, slowing down his motions as he felt you contract and pulse around his digits, âGood job. Look at you, cumming on my fingers. That's it, keep going.â You couldn't help but let out a higher whine at his praise as he continued to draw out your ecstasy with his skilled hands. He easily ushered you through it, careful to not overstimulate you as he draws you closer to your conclusion.
Feeling the last few waves of your pussy pulsing over his fingers, he holds them within, right down to the knuckle. He felt selfish in lingering longer than necessary, but he needed to feel you just that little bit longer as you panted and heaved through that high.
âSo, you see how I slowed down as our partner experienced their orgasm?â Law slowly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, feeling the way it attempted to suck him back within and made him feel like internally groaning at the action, âWhy did I do that?â
The room was in pregnant silence, nobody speaking a word, nor raising their hands to indicate their answers. With a soft roll of his eyes and a sigh, Law reached up and removed the elastic of his gloves with a snap over his wrists, breaking the men from their trance.
âTo not overstimulate our partner. When the vagina experiences an orgasm, it is far more intense than the penis,â Law discarded the gloves into the bin and gently placed the blanket to cover up your exposed cunt, âThe body doesn't feel it at just the abdomen, it feels it everywhere. If you keep it sped up, it overstimulates them to a point where it can become painful in some people. Communication is key with our partner. Any questions?â
Through the small amount of silence, the small voice of the polar-bear spoke shyly.
âThank you,â he gently praised through his gratitude, rolling your name over his tongue with a blush dusting his white fur, âI appreciate you showing us this, and answering a lot of questions I was going to have before I asked them.â
You keep your eyes fixed on the roof as you raise up your hand. Extending your thumb, you gently squeak out through panting breaths: âHappy to help.â
While remaining composed and professional through the entirety of the ordeal, Trafalgar Law was far from unmoved by your display. He heard your whines for him, saw your back bowing and hips bucking, and remembered the way your pussy quivered against his fingers through each wave of your bliss. When he was alone in his quarters, he couldn't help but to bite his palm hard to muffle the keening cries of his bliss while fisting his cock to the memory. Ropes of cum spurting from his slit while he pictured the way your pussy would feel in the cusps of ecstasy atop his cock.
With the soft cry of your name muffled by his palm, he chased his high past overstimulation while picturing your begging. Eyes rolling, he bucked up into his balled fist while falling from a secondary edge of his own. He was desperate to feel you again: taste you, kiss you, consume you, worship you with his body against your own. All he could do was harden his resolve, charge up to you, and confess his adoration to youâŚ
âŚRight after he cleaned up his mess.
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I have a request could you do where the reader is dating Jack Hughes and she is a singer and she is on tour and the whole Hughes family pull up to her concert and Trevor and Cole come too and he just can;t stop smiling up at her and after the consent they have a Taylor and Travis moment where he is everyone is waiting for her and she runs up to Jack to hug him
[ the alchemy ] j. hughes
âž paring : Jack Hughes x famous!fem!reader
âž summary : after boyfriend Jack, his family and a couple of his friends, reader runs up to him after and confirming the rumors surrounding their relationship
âž warning(s) : a pov switch, an occasional use of ây/nâ in Jackâs pov
âž authorâs note : been wantinggg to write something like this so ty anon for sending this in. also, iâm just using the alchemy as an original song for our reader in this fic. literally no other taylor song will be used lmaooo
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âŚJackâs POV âŚ
He hasnât been back to Jersey since before the shoulder surgery that took him out for the last handful of games of the season. There's a sense of dĂŠjĂ vu when his flight from Michigan lands. Jack feels good though, unlike the last time he was in Jersey, and has been medically cleared to resume light activity.
Light activity means attending his girlfriendâs first show of three at MetLife without his sling on. He has yet to see her play on this insane tour sheâs been on for the past few months because of the surgery and watching the Canucks in the playoffs.
Jackâs been good and has been following his doctorâs orders so he feels like this would be a good way to celebrate.
After reaching out to his girlfriendâs security team, Jack got his family and a couple of friends permission to be in the VIP tent for one show. He has full access to the tent being her boyfriend, but he has to get permission to bring friends or family that arenât her friends or family that is already on the list. He asked for his request to be kept between them since heâs trying to surprise her.
Will she find out anyway? Probably. Heâs a big name in the hockey world, especially in New Jersey. Jackâs pretty sure the news will spread when he shows up before her set with his family. Especially with all the rumors surrounding their relationship.
Trevor and Cole even fly into Jersey after Jack told them that they could come to the show if they wanted. He picks them up from Newark International that morning. He goes to Lukeâs apartment instead of the apartment he shares with (Y/N) since the two of them might want some privacy after the show. Quinn and his parents are already there when he walks in with his friends.
His mom sits with Quinn and Luke on his couch when he walks in with his friends. Trevor and Cole greet the oldest and youngest Hughes while Jack collapses on the couch beside his mom.
âDoes your shoulder hurt?â Ellen questions. âBecause I brought your medicine with us-â
âItâs okay,â Jack tells his mom. âI brought some with me and took one before I picked up Trevor and Cole. It feels good right now.â
She nods while Trevor and Cole put their things away in Lukeâs only extra bedroom.
Jack has no idea what their sleeping arrangements are going to be tonight but he knows that their parents got a hotel room nearby while Quinn, Trevor, and Cole all stay at Lukeâs. He offered them the extra bedrooms in the apartment he shares with his girlfriend but they told him that they werenât interested in hearing what happens when they get home after the show. He wasnât going to press on the issue so he dropped it.
Around three, Jack leaves Lukeâs apartment with Trevor and Cole. The trio head to his shared apartment because he knows that (Y/N) has left to go to the arena. Jack is very much aware of when she leaves for shows. She likes to get there early to soundcheck, costume try ons, do a little rehearsal backstage, and decompress before a show. Especially one this big.
He changes out of his casual t-shirt and loose sport shorts into something more presentable. He throws on a dark blue button up and a pair of jeans. He puts on a hat and a pair of white sneakers to complete the look.
Of course, his friends tease him about his outfit.
âYou could go without the hat,â Trevor says. âI mean, youâre seeing your girlfriend for the first time in how long and youâre wearing a hat? She likes your matted hair for whatever reason.â
He rolls his eyes. âMy hair is not matted,â he retorts. âSometimes a little greasy from sweating and being trapped under a helmet but not matted.â
Cole laughs and Jack grabs his keys from the little table by the door. âJust saying,â Trevor replies. âJust looking out for you, Jacky. All eyes are going to be on you until your girl comes on stage tonight.â
He nearly shuts and locks them in his apartment for the night after that.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
⌠readerâs POV âŚ
Another show, another city. She loves touring and love interacting with the people that gave her this opportunity, but it takes a toll on her after a while. Sheâs exhausted and she hasnât even made it to the European leg of the tour yet.
Plus, itâs hard being away from family and friends for weeks and months at time. She hasnât seen her parents since before she left to tour and FaceTime has become her best friend when she wants to talk to any of her friends or her boyfriend. Especially her boyfriend.
There are no words to express how much she misses Jack and being able to be with him.
She misses their movie nights where they'd fall asleep on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on one of their laps and the next morning it would be all over the floor. She misses the late night cuddles and morning kisses. She even misses when Jack would be late for bed after coming home from a game and he'd just watch film from said game. She loves to join him and he just talks her through every play. It's how she learned more than just the hockey basics that she already knew from watching with her dad when she was younger.
While she's in her dressing room after rehearsals and soundcheck, she pulls out her phone and text Jack since he's been on her mind for a little bit.
hughesy ⥠- 3:04 pm miss you. wish you were here tn
hughesy ⥠- 3:06 pm wish i was there too. you're gonna kill it like you always do (i've been living on tiktok since tour started so i can watch videos people post)
hughesy ⥠- 3:10 pm still. wish you could be here tn. i'd like to see you in the crowd at least once before i leave for the european part of the tour :((
hughesy ⥠- 3:13 pm you will. pinky promise
hughesy ⥠- 3:14 pm can't break a pinky promise, jack
hughesy ⥠- 3:16 pm you know i don't. i love you. see you soon đ¤
With a light sigh at Jack's promise to see her on tour, she puts down her phone and leans back where she sits on the loveseat. Her eyes close for a second and she imagines Jack being in the crowd for one of her shows. Especially after she debuts her new song tonight that she wrote with Jack in mind.
She should probably tell him that she wrote a song about him that will basically confirm their entire relationship. She wrote it to sound like sports in general but everyone will know that it's about Jack. They've all but publicly confirmed their relationship at this point so everyone will absolutely know that the song is about Jack.
The next few hours fly by as she begins to get into her first costume of the night -- a sparkly silver bodysuit made with thin fabric and a pair of matching heeled ankle boots. Hair and makeup come in as soon as she's dressed to get her ready for the several hour show she's about to put on in the hot New Jersey air since it's the dead of summer.
By eight, she's itching to get on stage in front of her hometown crowd. She's underneath the stage with a microphone waiting for her cue to go up.
Her music begins to play and the lights go out. The crowd screams as her platform begins to rise. She pops up right before the lights go on and she opens the show with one of the first songs she ever released when she was literally a 16-year-old out of New York. No one had ever heard her before and a record label took a risk on her after a couple of YouTube covers that got maybe 100 views each.
After her first song, she glances at the VIP tent to see who decided to come. She sees a handful of her Hollywood friends that live in New York City, one or two of her friends that she's made in Jersey over the past few years.
Then she sees Trevor Zegras. Cole Caufield stands in front of him. Luke and Quinn come into view next. Jack is right behind his brothers. Ellen and Jim are with them as well. She can't help but smile when she sees Jack.
The crowd around the tent turns and looks to see what she's smiling at. They lose it and she hears shouts of "Jack Hughes" from that area of the crowd.
Her band begins to play the next song and she jumps right back into the show. Jack being at the show is on the back of her mind. She forgot how good he looks without his arm in a sling. He looks really good, and she can't do anything about it right now.
The surprise portion of the night comes too quickly, but she's excited now that she knows that Jack is in the crowd for her debuting song.
She stands in front of her microphone stand and glances toward the tent where Jack stands. The crowd talks amongst themselves while she prepares herself for the next few minutes.
Everything is going to change in about five minutes.
"I have been debating giving you guys this song since I wrote it a few months ago," she begins to say into her mic. "It's one of my favorite songs that I have ever written, and you will understand why soon. This song is very much unreleased and this is the first time it has ever seen daylight so please be gentle with her. This is my gift to you for everything you have given me over the last few years. This is called 'The Alchemy'."
The crowd absolutely loses their minds when she's done talking. The beginning chords begin to play and she begins to sing these words live for the very first time.
This happens once every few lifetimes These chemicals hit me like white wine
What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag Worst sleep that I ever had I circled you on a map I haven't come around in so long But I'm coming back so strong
Every so often, she turns her head toward the tent like she's singing the song to Jack. It's really to check on his reaction to the song. She spots the huge smile on her boyfriend's face and she mirrors it as she sings.
Flashlights are in the air as she sings since the crowd doesn't know the words. This is what she means by the connection she has with her audience. They always find a way to participate in the show, and she loves them for it. They are what makes this fun.
So when I touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?
The crowd loses their minds when they hear the sports reference. She grins before she begins the second verse, once again glancing over at Jack. Trevor is saying something to him, but Jack's eyes are on her. He nods at whatever Trevor is saying without even looking at him.
Her smile grows as she begins her favorite part of the song. She turns her head and looks directly at Jack in the tent.
Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer sticking to the floor Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me
As soon as the last line leaves her mouth, the crowd is deafening. She smiles as she's met with such a positive reaction to the song. The crowd gets even louder when the song actually ends. She takes a step back and takes in this moment because it's going to live with her for a very long time.
The crowd keeps the same kind of intensity for the rest of the show, which is about another hour at least. She may have pushed it a little longer as a thank you to the crowd for being so kind to her.
A part of her can't wait to get off stage to greet her boyfriend for the first time in months. She told security to go get him, his family, and his friends from the tent during the last song because she can't wait any longer to hug him, kiss him, and tell him how much she loves and missed him.
She doesn't care how many eyes will be on her when she goes running to him backstage. She just confirmed their entire relationship to millions of people, maybe even billions of people. The last thing she's worried about is how many pairs of eyes are on her when she sees Jack for the first time since his surgery.
The platform she's standing on at the end of the show goes down under the stages once she's done thanking the crowd, her band, her dancers, and her backup singers. She scrambles off of it before it stops moving and is off running to find Jack.
Her heels click as she runs under the stage. She's blinded by the stadium lights when she emerges backstage. Some of the crowd that can see her cheers for her when they see her. It happens at all of her shows. Her eyes scan the entire area before they land on Jack talking with younger brother Luke outside the tent that leads back into the stadium and the dressing room areas. She takes off sprinting.
Jack glances in her direction and smiles when he sees her. The crowd notices him and gets even louder when they realize who is waiting for her.
When she gets to him, she throws herself around him. Suddenly, it becomes just the two of them alone in the world. She buries her face in the crook of his neck and closes her eyes. Jack wraps his arms around her, one of his hands cradling the back of her neck.
"Told you I never break my pinky promises," Jack mumbles into her ear through her hair.
She pulls back and cups his jaw in her hands. Jack dries the tears that she didn't even know began to roll down her cheeks. "You're really here," she says, her voice shaky and hoarse from the show. "I can't believe you're really here."
He grins and nods. "I'm here, and I'd really like it if you would kiss me because I have been waiting months to kiss you," he tells her.
She captures his lips in a long kiss with no hesitation. The remaining crowd loses their minds above her and she smiles as Jack reciprocates the kiss. It's a kiss that's on the quicker side but it feels like an eternity.
"Are you ready for all this?" she questions, motioning around her as she asks the question. "You've always been watching behind the curtain but are you ready for all the eyes to be on you?"
"It's not much different than the eyes I already have on me," he admits. "I already have a ton of eyes on me so yes, I'm ready to share this entire life with you. Now that I've seen you on stage, I don't think I'll be able to stop watching you. You looked stunning up there."
The biggest grin forms on her face. "I missed you, Jack," she tells him. "So much."
"You're not going months without seeing me again," he promises. "I'll make sure of it."
And she believes every single word.
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I wonder how long until all the sort of social infrastructure built up around Western Liberal support for Palestine, all the "river to the sea" instagram infographic brand of activism, gets turned around and used to justify and support some sort of Imperialist intervention the next time there's an international crises and the US is backing people who aren't openly and proudly evil. You can also ready see people appropriating the language of Pro-Palestinian activism to manufacture consent for US intervention in South America; all that "Eyes on Venezuela" type shit. Like the use of charitable NGOs to assist Imperialism isn't anything new, but it would be especially painful to witness an ostensibly anti-Colonial movement get exploited like that. I guess that's the problem with unprincipled support; it might be good enough to have but without a solid ideological basis then there's no telling how long it will last.
Like it's easy to come to the conclusion that Israel must be opposed; their citizens are constantly posting about their proud participation in genocide for fucks sake! But it's going to take a bare minimum of intellectual rigour to figure out your stance on any issues that isn't so cartoonishly obvious. Like instead of basing their attitudes and actions on any actual analysis of the situation in Palestine and the actors involved, for so many liberals their pro-Palestinian sentiment is nothing more than a kneejerk reaction to whoever they think is killing the least babies. Which makes them unlikely to take the right side when the baby-killers aren't posting it on Tik Tok.
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"[...] Honor to you, old man, but you are not telling the truth! What was I supposed to do when I loved Rashico [RaĹĄica] more than Salco [Salko]? Who can command me â and others â whom I will love, when we cannot even command ourselves who we love?" LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK MARTHA
Shout out to the original feminist (Dinko Ĺ imunoviÄ)
#I think homophobes need to hear this#And I get homophobia can be internalized. I had a similar issue. But some people REALLY need to hear this#Mind you this book is old#And if I see anyone trying to use this as an excuse for pedophilia/shitty stuff I'm pepper spraying you#THERE IS A HUGE LACK OF CONSENT WITH THOSE THINGS.
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"Rhysand hasn't done anything wrong"
Hereâs a breakdown of the actual legal crimes Rhysand could be charged with, based on real-world laws:
A Court of Thorns and Roses (Book 1)
1. Sexual Assault â Rhysand forces Feyre into non-consensual situations, including touching her and kissing her while under the influence of drugs.
2. Drugging/Administration of a Controlled Substance â He forces Feyre to drink faerie wine (a mind-altering substance), which removes her ability to consent and control her actions.
3. Kidnapping/False Imprisonment â Under the Mountain, Rhysand traps Feyre into a bargain that forces her to spend time with him, effectively limiting her freedom.
A Court of Mist and Fury (Book 2)
1. Sexual Harassment â Rhysand frequently engages in unwanted physical contact with Feyre, coercing her in various ways under the pretext of their bargain.
2. Psychological Abuse/Coercion â The manipulation and psychological control Rhysand exerts over Feyre could be classified as emotional abuse, which can carry legal ramifications depending on the jurisdiction.
A Court of Wings and Ruin (Book 3)
1. Trespassing â Rhysand repeatedly enters Tamlinâs lands without permission, which would be considered trespassing by legal standards.
2. Incitement to Violence/Sabotage â Rhysand knowingly encourages Feyre to sabotage the Spring Court while sheâs undercover, which could lead to charges of inciting criminal behavior.
3. Attempted Murder (by Suggestion) â While not directly responsible, suggesting that someone (Tamlin) should kill themselves could be viewed as reckless endangerment or incitement to self-harm, which is illegal in many places.
A Court of Frost and Starlight (Novella)
1. Harassment â Rhysand's continued psychological harassment of Tamlin could potentially be charged as harassment, particularly given its persistent nature.
General Crimes Throughout the Series you can face up to a life sentence with :
1. Assault â Rhysand has a history of using his powers to physically and mentally harm others, especially when he forces Feyre into certain situations or physically manipulates her.
2. Torture â His treatment of the people in the Court of Nightmares, particularly through physical and psychological intimidation, could be considered torture or cruel and inhumane treatment under international human rights law.
3. Abuse of Power/Authority â Rhysand frequently abuses his position as High Lord, using his powers to manipulate, control, and coerce others, which could be considered an abuse of authority. (Hm hm, remember what happend to saddam Hussain?)
4. Kidnapping/False Imprisonment â By forcibly keeping Nesta in the House of Wind without her consent, Rhysand is restricting her freedom and movement. This can be legally classified as kidnapping or false imprisonment.
5. Endangerment of a Mentally Ill Person â Nesta is clearly dealing with severe trauma, depression, and possibly PTSD. Locking her up without proper care or therapy can be considered neglect and endangerment of someone with a mental illness, especially since she was using alcohol to cope. (Those teen-help programs.)
6. Illegal Detainment Without Licensing â The Night Court is not a rehabilitation facility, and Rhysand has no legal authority or medical qualifications to keep Nesta there against her will. This would violate laws that protect individuals with mental health issues from being detained in non-medical facilities by non-professionals.
4. Emotional and Psychological Abuse â Forcing Nesta into isolation and removing her autonomy could be seen as a form of emotional and psychological abuse, which has legal ramifications in many jurisdictions.
In a real-world legal system, these actions could be prosecuted as criminal offenses, including sexual assault, kidnapping, drugging, trespassing, harassment, and psychological abuse.
So yea, you're dear old boy would be in JAIL by now.
Now let's calculate The charges against Rhysand, if brought to a real-world court system, could lead to significant legal consequences. Letâs break down the potential sentences for each crime, based on common legal standards in many countries:
1. Sexual Assault
Possible Sentence: 5 to 20 years in prison, depending on the severity and jurisdiction.
Sexual assault is a serious crime, and the penalties are harsh, especially if the victim is incapacitated (e.g., under the influence of drugs, as Feyre was).
2. Drugging/Administration of a Controlled Substance
Possible Sentence: 2 to 10 years in prison.
Administering drugs to someone without their knowledge or consent is considered a felony in many places and carries a substantial sentence, especially when done to facilitate control or assault.
3. Kidnapping/False Imprisonment (Feyre and Nesta)
Possible Sentence: 10 to 30 years in prison.
Kidnapping, especially when it involves controlling someoneâs freedom against their will (like forcing Feyre and Nesta into his control), carries one of the longest prison terms.
4. Endangerment of a Mentally Ill Person (Nesta)
Possible Sentence: 5 to 15 years in prison.
This charge involves negligence and the failure to provide proper care for someone in a vulnerable state. In this case, Rhysand locking Nesta up without professional help can result in significant legal consequences.
5. Harassment/Emotional and Psychological Abuse (Tamlin and Nesta)
Possible Sentence: 1 to 5 years in prison (for each offense).
Emotional abuse and psychological harassment can carry prison sentences if they lead to significant harm, especially if Rhysandâs actions contributed to worsening their mental states.
6. Trespassing (Spring Court)
Possible Sentence: 1 year or fines.
Trespassing, while a less severe crime, can result in fines or a brief prison sentence, depending on how frequently and aggressively itâs done.
7. Torture/Abuse of Power (Hewn City)
Possible Sentence: 10 to 25 years in prison.
Torturing or inflicting severe harm, even in a ruling capacity, could result in lengthy imprisonment under human rights laws.
8. Failure to Prevent Mutilation (Wing Clipping in Illyria):
Crime: Complicity in Mutilation/Assault â In many countries, allowing or failing to prevent acts of bodily harm, especially when in a position of power, can lead to charges of complicity or negligence. Clipping wings is comparable to physical mutilation.
Potential Sentence: 10 to 20 years per incident, depending on the severity of harm. Rhysand, as High Lord, could be held accountable for allowing this to continue in the military camps he oversees.
9. Endangerment of Womenâs Rights:
Crime: Neglect and Discrimination â The continued allowance of these practices in Illyria could be viewed as a form of systemic discrimination and neglect. Failure to protect women from harm, despite having the power to intervene, would likely result in charges related to discrimination and endangerment.
Potential Sentence: Civil penalties and lawsuits from the affected women, alongside possible criminal charges leading to fines and 5 to 10 years imprisonment per case of systemic abuse.
10. Complicity in Abuse and Torture (Hewn City):
Crime: Torture/Degrading Treatment â As the ruler of the Night Court, Rhysand maintains direct control over the Hewn City but allows its brutal social system to continue, particularly against women. Even though he doesn't directly participate in the abuse, turning a blind eye to it could result in complicity in human rights abuses or crimes akin to torture, especially since Hewn City is described as being "hell for women."
Potential Sentence: 10 to 25 years in prison for each case of torture or degrading treatment, with possible civil lawsuits and heavy fines.
11. Denial of Safe Haven and Equal Rights:
Crime: Violation of Human Rights â Women from Hewn City are barred from escaping their abusive environments, and Rhysandâs refusal to allow them into Velaris essentially traps them in dangerous situations. In the real world, denying refuge or asylum to those in danger can be classified as a violation of human rights.
Potential Sentence: 5 to 10 years for human rights violations, with additional civil penalties from lawsuits if women can prove they were harmed as a result of being denied safety.
Crimes Against Humanity â While not on the same scale as mass genocide or war crimes, the endangerment of entire groups of women through neglect, allowing mutilation, or complicity in torture can still fall under human rights violations. Such crimes are serious, and while they may not lead to a death sentence, they would likely result in long-term imprisonment, potential international condemnation, and severe civil penalties.
Maximum Sentence: If these charges were to be tried separately and consecutively, Rhysand could face up to 80 to 100+ years in prison
Likely Sentence: In a real-world legal system, some of these sentences may be served concurrently (at the same time), leading to a likely total sentence of 25 to 40 years in prison, depending on how the crimes are classified and judged.
Additionally, he would likely face civil penalties, lawsuits from the victims (e.g., Feyre and Nesta), and substantial fines.
Thank you for reading, if you want me to do any other character just say in the comments!â¤ď¸ (this took me over 2 days to research but I had my amazing dad helping me!âĽď¸)
#anti acotar#anti rhysand#anti rhys#anti sjm#anti mor#anti ic#acotar#pro tamlin#dont play with me#had my dad help me with thisđ¤Ł#acosf#anti nessian#anti feysand#anti feyre#anti feyre archeron#pro nesta#acowar#essay#im not GOING to say what im thinking but rhysand is acting like a CERTAIN political candidate who is running and he has multiple felonies#i wonder who#hmmm
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The methodology for the Cass review was established by a team from the University of York including Tilly Langdon, who has previously been involved in promoting Gender Exploratory Therapy â an approach which, despite its neutral-sounding name, discourages children from identifying as trans and has been likened to conversion therapy. Her approach included setting a very high bar for evidence to be considered in the review, ruling out 100 of the existing 103 studies into the use of puberty blockers and hormones to treat trans children. The reason given for excluding all these studies was that they did not incorporate a double blind approach â in other words, they did not involve giving puberty blockers to some patients and placebos to others. This might sound like a reasonable objection on the face of it â until one considers that puberty is a dramatic physical and psychological process, and people can easily tell when itâs happening to them, so a double blind simply wouldnât work in practice. The Cass review called for more research and, again, few would disagree with this. The suggestion that treatment should be withheld in the process, however, is not neutral. It presupposes that the harm done by puberty blockers (demineralisation of bones, which is usually temporary in the short-term treatment recommended and is similar to what occurs in pregnancy) is more severe than the harm done to a trans child by going through the wrong sort of puberty. The latter is linked to high rates of self-harm and suicidal ideation, together with the need, in many cases, for extensive surgical procedures. Confusingly, the review states that children taking puberty blockers showed âno changes in gender dysphoria or body satisfactionâ, which suggests that the author didnât actually understand what puberty blockers do at all. They donât make children feel better â they just delay a process that makes them feel worse. This is one of several oddities in a report that lacks internal consistency. It states that there is no established definition of social transition, for instance, and does not offer one, but goes on to talk about it as if there were. It also talks about autistic âgirlsâ identifying as trans in increasing numbers, treating this as mysterious and as cause for concern, despite acknowledging elsewhere that more and more girls are being diagnosed as autistic, so one would expect more diagnoses to be present within any subsection of the young female-assigned population. Perhaps the most worrying of the reviewâs conclusions â which should concern people far beyond the trans community â is the suggestion that as far as NHS treatment is concerned, trans people should be treated as children until they are 25. The rational for this is that 25 is the age when (on average) the brain stops developing. As any neurologist will tell you, the brain is in fact never static, and within ten years or so of that age, it begins to shrink. Deciding who has the capacity to make decisions based on brain age could have unintended consequences for the likes of Cass (64). That aside, what would setting the age of true adulthood at 25 mean for everybody else? If we couldnât allow people to consent to medical treatment at 24, should we ask them to risk dying for us? If not, then at a stroke we could lose a quarter of our armed forces. Likewise, we would have to give serious thought to what to do about a third of parents who might not be considered competent to look after their newborn children. And then there are issues like contraception. Right-wingers have long contended, on one pretext or another, that teenage girls shouldnât have the right to take the pill without their parentsâ consent. This is where the reviewâs suggestion starts to look less like a double standard and more like the thin end of a very nasty wedge.
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Red Hot Ghouls
Chapter 12 part 2/2
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Danny leaned forward. âI am listening.â His grip tightened on his drink unintentionally until the plastic creaked. He withdrew his other hand from the bag of chips fragments and rolled the top of the bag shut.
She lifted a finger. âOption one is pretty selfish, in my opinion. But it would work. You could banish him from the Infinite Realms. Assuming he either never dies or dies and does not become a ghost, there are no consequences for this!â She made a cheerful gesture and crinkled her eyes shut along with a grin.
âSheâs so scary sometimes.â
âAssuming he never dies,â Danny repeated incredulously. He put his hands in his hair without even thinking of how he was seasoning himself with salt and vinegar. âJazz- bestie, I donât think we should bet on that one. I guess I could ask him if he feels like heâd be really good at not dying?â His voice lilted up. He touched the phone in his pocket, thinking about texting just that. Then he remembered that he was annoyed with Jason for hunting him down as Danny Fenton. He didn't know how Jason did that, but it was rude!
âShould I tell her that he knows that?â Danny absently wondered. âI don't know what he thinks. It can't be the right thing. Maybe he thinks I'm possessed or something. Maybe disguised, like Sinestra.â
She shrugged unrepentantly. âI said it was kinda selfish. It would totally solve your issue. No connection to the Infinite Realms would mean no channel for the bond between your souls-â
âEw!â
âOr- okay, how are souls gross?â Jazz demanded.
Danny exaggerated his disgusted face even harder. âUh, I donât know, thatâs a romantic and unscientific concept that I donât believe in and feel offended by.â He crossed his arms across his chest to distance himself from that yucky shit. Ugh. Nasty.
âSoul is the literal term used in the reference books, so.â Jazz said dryly, as if that proved a point. Danny rolled his eyes but let it go. âMy preferred option is that you marry him properly.â
Danny inhaled once. He steepled his fingers in front of his face.
His sister waited him out patiently, but he could tell that she was internally laughing at him.
âI wouldn't say that's a solution,â Danny finally managed to get out calmly. âDo you see how marrying the guy might be considered an escalation of the unwanted engagement?â
Jazz snickered and held up a hand. âSee, that's the thing, you're not engaged. You're fully settled into your current relationship.â
His jaw dropped. âIâm what now?â His stomach lurched violently.
Jazz gave him a little bit of pity but she kept going. âYou technically accepted the offering when you took him into your custody.â
Right. He got there and invited Jason into the Specter Speeder. He even took him into the castle. Shit.
âThis is my fault. How can I tell him that?â
He closed his eyes. He took another deep breath and put his hands over his face. âI need a minute,â he managed to get out through his fingers.
âIf I had just left him the fuck alone, I wouldn't have had to deal with this at all. I could have minded my own business. Maybe he would have gotten out of the Ghost Zone on his own, I don't know. I'm not his keeper.â
Oh. Danny winced again and drew his knees up so that he could think his head against it.
He was Jason's keeper. Holy fuckin crap. That weird sacrifice ritual had put Danny in a very real position of both power and stewardship over Jason.
âIâm missing something,â Danny realized, and felt like he might throw up. âIt has to have an impact I don't know about. There's always a catch. But the catch isn't at my expense. What did I do to Jason?â
âDanny?â Jazz had switched to her softest voice. She put a hand on his shoulder. âYou've been turtling for a while. What are you thinking?â
Danny bit his lip for a second. He lifted his face a little to watch her face. âThere's no way something this messed up doesn't have a serious drawback for Jason. His consent wasn't required at any point. I've got some kind of leverage over him.â He felt a cold dread crawling up his back.
Saying it aloud made him feel like he had a literal rock in his stomach, and he would know! He'd eaten a moon rock before just to see what it was like, and then a few Earth rocks so he could make a useful comparison.
âOh, Danny.â Jazz tugged him in for a half hug. âYeah. I know. Do you wanna know the details?â
He drew his shoulders in closer. His chest felt tight. He should say yes. He was a coward for wanting to avoid knowing the details.
âWe can come back to that later.â Jazz rubbed at his back. âIt's okay.â
âAhuh,â Danny choked out, thinking about Ember using her hypnotism to make him obsessed with Sam. Thinking about Sam made him think about Freakshow.
He clutched at his chest. It hurt, it felt tight. He swallowed hard. His heart rate started to climb. âI can't do this, Jazz,â he bit out. âI can't- I can't have control over another person like that-â
âRight, right, of course. That's what I mean.â Jazz fully folded him into a hug and pressed hard. He clung to the physical distraction, grounding himself in here and now. âThat's what I mean. If you marry him, ghost wise or human side, that upgrades the relationship to one on equal footing. From there, you can dissolve it.â
Danny let out a humorless laugh. âAnd all I gotta do is get him to marry me, when what he wants is to get away.â He felt a headache coming on. âI think that if I was him, I'd think that was a trick or a trap.â
Jazz winced. âYeah. Maybe so.â
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Part 1 of a 5 part series about the ways harmful practices are being made to sound more appealing through the co-opting of language and how to spot the differences between helpful and harmful approaches.
The language of the Neurodiversity Paradigm is soooo hot right now. Everyone from ABA centers to social media creators are adopting it to sound like theyâre safer and more knowledgeable than they are.
But you canât just pop some neuro-word in place of âautismâ and stop picking on a couple of Autistic traits and call yourself âNeuro-affirming.â Thatâs the low-hanging fruit of #neurodiversitylite.
REAL Neuro-affirming practice comes from a complete shift in mindset, unlearning all the harmful things you once thought were true, and learning about all the things you never even knew you didnât know. Itâs also an ongoing process, not just something you can learn from reading an article or taking a single training.
ABA practitioners are probably the worst offenders right now, mainly because they know they need to rebrand as more and more people learn about what ABA really does to people, but also because their practices in particular are THE furthest away from being Neuro-affirming compared to any other discipline.
They are not the only ones, though, so be wary of #neurodiversitylite in ANY resource aimed at autistic people that appears to be saying all the right things, including: OT, speech, play/talk therapy, early intervention, education, your favorite parenting expert or social media personality who just discovered the world of Neurodiversity, etc.
Look beyond someoneâs use of the ârightâ words or symbols. Do they talk about teaching people to fit into the normative world, or how to more safely and authentically navigate a world not made for them? Do they talk about making the person easier to deal with, or making life easier for the person? Do they concentrate on external behaviors, or are they more concerned with internal experiences? Does most of what they know come from people who studied autistic people from the outside looking in, or from actual autistic people who can speak from lived experience? And are they even using the words right??
The good news is that there are SO MANY resources out there BY autistic and otherwise Neurodivergent people for anyone who wants to learn how to make their practice *actually* more Neuro-affirming. SO MANY!! Three such resources are featured in the second panel from Autism Level UP, Neurowild, and Kieran Rose-The Autistic Advocate. (Big thanks to them for letting me include their work in the cartoon!)
EXPLANATION OF WHATâS WRONG IN THE âFAKEâ PANEL:
- The phrase âindividuals with neurodiversityâ misuses the word âneurodiversityâ and utilizes person first language. The Neuro-affirming phrase would be âneurodivergent people,â or âautistic peopleâ if they specifically meant autistic people.
- Getting rid of puzzle piece stuff is merely a surface level first step, not an end point.
- Not forcing eye contact and allowing hand-flapping are also only surface level first steps. The fact that they still target other stims means they do not understand the importance or functions of stimming, making them incapable of being Neuro-affirming.
- Social skills training aimed at ND people usually centers NT social skills as the âright wayâ and frames ND social skills as the âwrong way,â making them shame inducing and not at all affirming.
- âTolerating distressâ most often means âsuppressing distress.â Neuro-affirming practice would concentrate on identifying and avoiding triggers, helping the person stay regulated, and teaching the person how to accommodate and advocate for their needs so that they are not distressed in the first place.
- âSensory desensitizationâ is not a thing that can be done to someone without harm. It is usually done with exposure therapy, which should not be done TO someone who cannot consent. It is also inappropriate for sensory issues, which tells us they donât understand sensory processing differences at all.
- The posters: Whole Body Listening is based on neuronormative expectations; âThey say Iâm neurodiverseâ is incorrect usage of the word âneurodiverseâ (it should be âneurodivergentâ), and âbut I say Iâm perfectâ insinuates that being âneurodiverseâ is a bad thing, while the use of the rainbow infinity symbol with such a non-affirming message adds to the dissonance; the ABCâs of Behavior is an indicator that ABA/behaviorism will be used, which is the opposite of Neuro-affirming practice.
EXPLANATION OF WHATâS RIGHT IN THE âREALâ PANEL:
- The person accurately explains what Neuro-affirming practice looks like, without needing to use (or misuse) any Neurodiversity âbuzzwords.â
- Bumper, A Whole Body Learner, is a resource created by Autism Level UP that encourages people to discover what it looks like for them to be ready to learn, acknowledging that there is no one right way to appear attentive.
- The poster by Neurowild indicates that they value difference and neurodiversity and that they know there is no one right way of being.
- They use the Advoc8 Framework, a resource created by Kieran Rose, The Autistic Advocate. Using this framework means they want to help the people they work with achieve Agency, Autonomy, (Self) Acceptance, and Authenticity.
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tbh i think it's kind of fascinating how because spto is more from ramona's perspective, we see scott with rose-tinted lenses, since this time round the show's much more interested in ramona's issues. so a lot of the deep meditations on scott's character and his internal perspective aren't explored, literally turning the viewpoint around so that we see him like ramona does: nerdy, cute, kind of immature but sweet and funny and makes good conversation and asks for consent. we don't see the panicky stuff going on in scott's head, or the various assholish and shitty things he does when they're not together. it instead gives us a better look at how ramona is broken, in her own ways: how she's flawed, not just the girl that scott idolises and chases after. And in the same way we also see why in the world somebody like ramona flowers, who seems so untouchable and out of his league, would fall for scott in the first place. He's not anything like her past super strong, super smart, super famous exesâ even his fighting skill doesn't overshadow the fact that he's just kind of lame. but in a way that's what endears him to her: the ways that he's different has her consider the potential that things could turn out different for them. that idea drives her to try to fix what happened, a direct mirror of the comic narrative.
look at this look they give each other in the epilogue!! they're good together when they work on themselves and are willing to change for the better!!
#even more normal thoughts on tumblr.com#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim vs the world#scott pilgrim takes off#spto#ramona flowers#spvstw#scott x ramona#scottmona#scott pilgram takes off#scott pilgram vs the world#spvtw#scott pilgrim the anime#meta#character analysis#spto spoilers#ramona x scott#juni speaks
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Sunny Day Jack -- A Difficult Update/Setback
Hello everyone.
It is with great unfortunate sadness that after many months of trying to work with our current programmer for Somethingâs Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, we have had to make the difficult decision to terminate their working relationship with them.
This isnât a choice made or taken lightly. We understand that doing so comes with a great amount of disappointment, and an attempt was made to do our best to withstand the situation because we knew that either way, it would be the disappointment of you allâ or our health and safety.
Weâve made posts to social media before today, but now we will be going into a smaller bit of depth to the best of our ability.Â
After coming onto the project in 2023, a series of negative interactions began between Us (the affected) and the programer. The programmer was brought on by former management at the time quickly, and with little integration.
Issues had cropped up at the time, chief among the affected being creator Sauce. It was around this time that the HimboEngine was created between older management and this programmer. And work on the engine, to the best of our knowledge, began.Â
There had been at the time an internal push not to use this engine and revert to the originally promised one by creator, Sauce. And while we understand that the core drive was to make the game as accessible as possible to as many computers as possible, as well as to create a superiorly programmed productâ it was only programmed in or by the programmer and one other person.
By that point, the push to resume working in NaniNovel continued. However, we were told that too much had been completed in Himbo and it was not financially viable to roll production back.
When prior management left in 2023, we continued to work with this programmer under the continued understanding that considerable work had been done.
However, issues still occurred. And there were instances of inappropriate treatment and actions between management and the programmer in question.
Attempts were made for many reasons to accommodate this person, and to allow them to grow and hopefully become aligned with the teamâs core values. No persons were forced to work with them, besides management. And management has done their best, to their own ability, to not have to rollback the project and persist.
We are not comfortable releasing the extent of the disagreements and actions that have caused this separation. We have to focus on the future, and those involved in this decision are not comfortable reliving and reiterating the events that took place.Â
We know more than anyone it seems that unfortunate things have happened. And we apologize for not holding on any longer. However, we are unable to interact with this person any longer. It is for health reasonsâ it is for fear of safety reasonsâ and it is with an unbearably heavy heart.
We must ask any and all fans to please not seek this programmer out. We will not be further releasing their name. To attempt to maliciously contact, find, or âexposeâ this person would be to go against the affected team member's wishes entirely.
However, this means we are now unable to any longer have access to several resources.
The loss includes:
Any progress on SDJ (builds)
The HIMBO Engine, in its entirety
The current most build of SleepyTime Jack
Access to and ownership of the SnaccPop website
The planning Github, contributed to by other SnaccPop team members
We will probably never get these back.
The programmer has made it clear to us that not only unless we reinstate them, but give to them a position of authority within SnaccPop, that we will never get these back. They have idled the concept of releasing or continuing work on these things without our consent, "for the fans".
We have no clue if this will happen. But in this instance we can say that we do not consent to any unauthorized release of SDJ builds. We do not know what SDJ assets this programmer has or has downloaded, but we are aware they are storing game sensitive information in private storage spaces.
We would advise fans to avoid any SnaccPop website domains or projects not posted by official accounts. And we hope, if Programmer can see this, they will understand that regardless of whether they intended to or not- it is unacceptable, and a choice that will likely reflect deeply on their personal career and something that could potentially blacklist them should other developers come to find out.
Otherwise, while it would be nice to have back these things paid for- the programmer has made it clear they believe this is in the fan's best interest. Hiring them back is a requirement, and they believe that the fans paid for the content, not SnaccPop, so they're under no obligation to return it.
The amount loss totals to several thousands of investment, months of planning and work, and contributions from multiple persons from across the team (consequently, making their work either temporarily or even permanently unusable.)
This is why we were hesitant to make any changes or decisions on the matter. We understand that it might not have been the correct choice to actively degrade our own health for the sake of the project, but the valid disappointment, frustration, and even distrust of fans was something we felt was worth the effort to try to make things better.
It's never an ideal thing to feel you are putting yourself above or before so many people. We had hoped that all these negative experiences were the result of miscommunications or otherwise emotional/personal narratives. But regardless of what they are now, we cannot continue to withstand them. We hit our breaking point.
No personal or individual contractors were made to endure mistreatment, and the affected were content to bear the circumstances while we could. But a point has been reached where we no longer can.
As of nowâ we are aware this individual is currently attempting to make pledges to the Patreon to further âelaborateâ. We are aware they are monitoring our posts on our social media accounts, and we are very much aware they are unhappy with being removed from this position.
All we have to say to this is the following:
Please. Leave us alone. The whole of the SnaccPop team is not comfortable being around you. The SnaccPop team does not feel safe with you around ANY member. And the only reason we will not further elaborate is because we are tired, weary, and want to be left to develop this project in peace.
We donât want to be around you. And that is OUR choice. You cannot force yourself upon people who do not want to be around you. And if you continue to try, you will never be able to move on.
Please just leave us alone.
â
As for updates, for now? A team of four programmers is assembling the game together.Â
We donât have much to update yet, because we are actively waiting for more concrete information to become clear.
The intentions of a customizable pronoun system are in the works. Those programming are longtime, since-the-beginning fans of the project. The whole of the SnaccPop team has come together under this situation. Itâs a sad reason to do so, but weâve been doing our best.
We still plan to release something by October of this year. And weâre hopeful, because weâre a bunch of fans now working together and collaborating (with payâ) on this project, just like it was always intended to be.
Whatever is released in October will be on Early Access still. And we know itâs been a difficult period of time for the development team AND fans. But weâre going to make the best of the situation.
Againâ please do not harass, stalk, âcall outâ, or âexposeâ anyone. Do not try to figure out or pass around who Programmer is.Â
This entire situation has ultimately been a large drain on the affected persons and we just want to be able to figure out what comes next and how to make the game. We'll answer what we can to the best of our ability.
 Our team will actively be taking a mental health break for the month of June, while management plans and restructures production. Creator Sauce will be picking up any work unable to be performed in order to support the team, for no cost and out of personal passion and a desire to help the team move forwards. But it will NOT help the team at all for this to be reduced to gossip or âdramaâ.
We are tired. And we are hurting. And we understand the monumental loss AND the disappointment to fans occurring at the same time. The last thing we want or need is to have to relive the situation more than necessary.
Thank you all so much. We are sorry, and we apologize. We did our best.
-SnaccPop Studios / Somethingâs Wrong with Sunny Day Jack development team.
#somethings wrong with sunny day jack#swwsdj#sunny day jack#sdj#snaccpop studios#snaccpop#minors dni
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castiel trans zine. click for quality. bibliography under the cut
2street2car (2021). Romantic Theory. Archive of Our Own. Available at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31427978
@bedlund (2021). There is a crack, a crack in everything / Thatâs how the light gets in. Tumblr. Available at: https://bedlund.tumblr.com/post/667421049623805952/there-is-a-crack-a-crack-in-everything-thats
@bedlund (2022). *lying on my stomach kicking my legs grinning and giggling* cas became something other than an angel because he has a body and the ability to consent to possession. heâs literally the first of his kind (also heâs trans). Tumblr. Available at: https://bedlund.tumblr.com/post/690873746717818880/lying-on-my-stomach-kicking-my-legs-grinning-and
@calamitysong (2020). cas is trans because he came into being without gender and then became a gay man. dean is trans too. Tumblr. Available at: https://calamitysong.tumblr.com/post/635674769551966208/cas-is-trans-because-he-came-into-being-without
Edlund, B. (2011). Supernatural 6x20 'The Man Who Would Be King' Promo. Youtube. Available at: https://youtu.be/TvJd7NCoKVw?si=cwUWr7UdHflZx2ko
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Edlund, B. (2013). Angel Warrior - The Story of Castiel Featurette. Youtube. Available at: https://youtu.be/FqgJYoM_sc0?si=J7am-hrW6r92hTCD
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@marxandangels (2021). If we talk about Cas himself, as a character thatâs a result of interpretation, he is a trans man. A trans man who is, importantly, gay and a father. All three of those things are essential parts of Cas as a character. Tumblr. Available at: https://marxandangels.tumblr.com/post/648648117339734017
seperis (2014). Down to Agincourt. Archive of Our Own. Available at: https://archiveofourown.org/series/110651
@steveyockey (2022). #easiest refutation of my life. cas developed into something other than an angel because he literally has a body and the ability to give #other beings consent to possess it. Fin. Tumblr. Available at: https://steveyockey.tumblr.com/post/680206404343234560
Taleb, N. N. (2007). The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable. Random House Publishing Group. Available at: https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.5555/1324807
@themanwhowouldbefruit (2022). âknowing you has changed meâ SHUT THE FUCK UP KNOWING ASS CHANGED ASS BITCH. Tumblr. Available at: https://themanwhowouldbefruit.tumblr.com/post/699695907897262080/knowing-you-has-changed-me-shut-the-fuck-up
Walton, R. (1997). Typographics 2: Cybertype : 'zines + Screens. Hearst Books International. Available at: https://books.google.com/books?id=QWpSKQAACAAJ
if anyone reads this far and is interested in a copy hit me up
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