#kn makes media

[trainerethan]

In my world oak isn't a malicious abusive bastard. But he is unintentionally greens villain origin story. And I don't think I will write about green being the bigger person and forgiving oak for constantly being obtuse and seeing the worst in green for no good reason. Sometimes people write their conflict as "maybe we were both wrong...you made me miserable during my developing years but....I WAS rude as an 11 year old with no parents and a grandpa who was always scolding me and telling me he's dissapointed in me so...I guess is deserved it..." Especially when oak never actually apologizes or realizes how he hurt green. But it's just like "okay we're good now :)" I refuse. That said I think I am obligated to write them eventually having some sort of heart to heart and good relationship once green is an adult. I don't want him to be miserable forever and in pokemas green gets excited when you bring him up so i don't want to make their relationship seem worse than it actually is. Granted this is also a fanfic where green is an autistic she/him lesbian so canon doesn't matter THAT much but y'know. Still.

[copdog1234]

I think that people forget that fiction is not exclusively escapism. It is, more often than not, actually a lens through which to look at real world issues and cope with them.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Their Guilty Pleasures

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COD Men Headcanons

Add two special guests

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König

Junk food

Cheats on his diet about every week

He can’t help it

“König I bought some donuts!!” His s/o calls from downstairs, you should have seen the way his head jolted up when hearing donuts

“You did?” He came downstairs acting nonchalant but he knows he’s going to devour those donuts in one sitting

“Yep,” his partner have him a soft smile

Around midnight König ended up getting the biggest sweet tooth craving he’s ever had and those donuts were calling his name

He gets out of bed makes his way downstairs and opens the box of glazed donuts

“Scheiß (shit),” he mumbles when grabbing one and sitting at the counter

Next morning his partner had woken up to no König in bed. They weren’t confused cause he had a tendency to get up before them

They make their way downstairs to the kitchen and saw their husband passed out at the kitchen counter the box of donuts open, one half eaten and on the counter.

“KÖNIG!!”

He jolts up to only realize what he did

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Ghost

Harry Potter

When he was a little bot him and his brother watched it all the time to distract themselves

At a point he thought Magic was real and that maybe Hogwarts was real and he was just waiting for that letter to come to the mailbox

Literally when I tell you this man sat by the mailbox at one point waiting for it, he then started to look at his window for an owl to come

He even at a point had a Gryffindor robe that he wore whenever he could get the chance to

It was still hard for him to make friends even as someone who liked Harry Potter when it was very popular, he still felt like he couldn't relate to the kids at his school

When getting older and becoming less and less involve with the Military he started to settle back into his old ways where Harry Potter was comforting to watch

"Harry Potter?" He s/o says coming into the living room and sitting next to him. "You didn't strike me as someone who likes Harry Potter."

"You must not really know me then." He chuckles. "Tommy and I use to watch it all the time...I just haven't seen the movies in such a long time."

"Could I watch with you?"

"You don't need to ask me that, love, of course you can."

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Price

Legos

Price loves them, he gets addicted to them from his kids

He loves seeing the build he could make, your wedding anniversary, you ended up getting lego flowers, you loved them obviously

He has spent so much money on them, he couldn't give you a price on the amount he has spent

"John, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I bought the Hobbit Tower, and I'm working on it."

Man has too much time on his hands when he isn't working

"The sinks broken."

"I'm almost done with this build, I'll do it in a little bit."

"The heater stopped."

"I'll fix it later."

"Can you change my oil?"

"Maybe-hey do you see this piece anywhere?"

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Soap

Stuffed Animals

I think it might be a trauma thing, you don't question it, I mean why would you? You have stuffed animals on your bed, you can't get weirded out with a grown man like Soap having stuffed animal sitting on a shelf somewhere in your shared bedroom

Anywhere he goes he has to buy a stuffed animal like a souvenir

He's in Argentina? He's buying a stuffed Gecko

Germany? A stuffed goat

Australia? A stuffed kangaroo

He just needs one

If he has kids, most on his old stuffed animals that he grew up with will go to them as a comfort or security item.

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Alejandro

True Crime

The man like true crime documents

He'll even listen to podcasts or even youtube videos when he's doing chores around the house

He understand now why women like to watch true crime documents at night, it's thrilling

"MI AMOR! LET'S WATCH THE NEW NETFLIX DOC!!" He yells from the living room.

"OKAY! HANG ON!" his partner yells back form the kitchen, coming to the living room with a plate of their dinner.

He turned Netflix on and put it on the new doc, that everyone has been freaking out about on social media

"I KNEW IT WAS HIM! You can just tell it was, from how he was acting, and his sad excuse of an alibi." He says.

"No, yeah, my mistake for thinking he was a good guy."

"Did they say knife or gun?"

"Rope."

"HIS FINGERPRINTS MATCHED AND THEY WERE JUST-pft nah, can't be him."

He gets a little bit too into it, but who doesn't?

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Gaz

Anime

He loves it

His favorite ones are Fairy Tail, Ponyo, Akira, One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen, Kaiju No. 8, and Attack on Titan

Does he have anime merch? Yes, yes he does-OFFICAL anima merch none of that off-brand Amazon shit

Jujutsu Kaisen is probably is all time favorite, Gojo and Yuuji are probably his favorite characters.

He's watched anime on his phone when he's on break

He's gone to cons before and cosplayed. His favorite cosplay he's done is Denji from Chainsaw Man

Him and his s/o have gone to cons together and dressed up as Yor and Loid, and did as much couple anime cosplays as they could

If it was up to Gaz he'd probably dress in more anime stuff, but he's on the clock right now, no, sort of anime gear on him at the moment

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Alex

Garlic Bread

It's...every...restaurant...

"Do you have garlic bread?"

"Can we get a basket of garlic bread?"

"I'm on my cheat day, and could I get some garlic bread?"

"Garlic bread." He says with a big smile on his face.

His s/o has joked with about him becoming a garlic bread, and if so, they'll eat him right up

"You don't think you have a problem?" They asked.

"What? Garlic bread? It's just a light snack."

"You're gonna become one soon."

"Then that's great, I'll die as a happy piece of garlic bread." He smiled. "Are you mad that I eat more then I eat you?"

"Oh you ass-"

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Barrage

Video Games

NERD! I'm kidding

He loves to relax and play video games

Got back into it when his Military friends asked him to join them on a game, but he couldn't, so he bought a PC, and Xbox and PlayStation and now he's fucking addicted to them

Of course if you do ask him for him around the house, he'll pause whatever he's doing and come and help you.

"Cal! I need you to get something off the shelf for me!"

"Okay! Hang on guys, my partner needs me real quick."

He had made his office into a 12 year old boys dream, LED lights everywhere, a big 50 in flat screen TV hanging on the wall with both Xbox and PlayStation hooked up to it, and in the corner was his L desk with his almost $3,000 PC with a shit tone of games downloaded to it

His favorite games posters hung up on the wall, almost art gallery with a white light shining on them to show it off even more

Is he loud when he dies...yes.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I'VE DIED LIKE 6 FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW, HOW THE FUCK DO I GET AROUND THIS BIG BITCH!!?"

He's talked about Streaming and making more money on the side, which his partner was fine with it as long as he doesn't get weird with his chat.

An ongoing joke in chat his partner doesn't know is if he is playing a game and there's a sexy person popping up on screen his chat just say 'pretend', 'pretend it's Y/n' because he was playing Resident Evil 8 and he was gushing over the 8 foot tall vampire lady with the big boobs and he just kept saying pretend.

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Keegan

Books

Got into reading in his free time because of his s/o

He likes it, he use to hate books because he didn't get it, but now he loves them, he understand using your imagination for when it comes to reading

He's more into Sc-fi and Mystery, while his s/o likes romance and fantasy

One book he got into was a suggestion from a girl on BookTok, yeah, he's on BookTok, has no idea how he got there but loves the book suggestions

He likes series books

Takes a book with him if he's gone at work, will have it on his lap while being in the carrier plane, in a hummer, hunkered down for the night, he'll turn on his soft book light, so he doesn't disturb his co-workers and reads under his sheets

He's hardly on his phone anymore, he has counted before how long he was on his phone before going to go grab a book and read that instead...2 hours...and then on it probably once or thrice every week

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Nikto

Technology

He likes fixing technology that no one else may know how to fix

He sat on the bus going home one day when an elderly man was having trouble reading some texts on his phone, so, Nikto helped him by adjusting the text, which was a simple fix but it almost seemed like a new thing now

Your screen is broke? Nikto will fix it, no charge

Camera acting funny? He's got you covered

Charging port seems to be not holding the charger? Something was blocking it but Nikto fixed it

He then made it a small business of just himself, not charging anyone for their technology issue(s) everyone has one

Nikto has even gone back to work, everyone now know about Nikto being able to fix technology, if their phones get clogged with sand Nikto's got them covered, it fell in the water, rice (apparently some did not know that)

[songsofadelaide]

tags and cw: iida x (f) reader, suggestive themes, but this is mostly just cute slice of life.

You could tell that Class 1-A's Iida Tenya had an eye for detail when he was staring at your chest when you confessed to him.

"I-Iida-san? My eyes are up here!"

"I-It's pink!" He exclaimed, evidently flustered. "Y-You shouldn't be wearing colored underwear underneath your uniform! It's improper!"

No one in their right mind believed that the prim and proper class representative of Class 1-A would go out with a troublemaker from Class 1-B. Your classmates found it strange how you were particularly dazzled by Iida's straightforwardness, especially during that time he was thrown against the wall after the media break-in at school. Even Kendo was surprised to see the twinkle in your eyes while you were gazing up at the blue-eyed boy, absolutely bewitched at the "uncool" sight of Iida trying to pacify his fellow students.

On certain days when the two of you weren't busy, you would eat together at Lunch Rush, and Iida would have a hard time maintaining eye contact with you because of the distracting colour of your underwear.

"It's blue," you heard him mumble. He never failed to state what was already obvious to you.

"You sure can't keep your eyes off me, ne, Tenya?" You replied before happily taking a sip from his orange juice.

"Wh— Hey! D-Don't—"

You thought the flushed and aghast expression on his face was rather cute until he raised his hands and started rattling about indirect kisses and passing on germs through mouth to mouth contact. Honestly, his pure-heartedness caused you to sin every day, but you delighted in teasing your uptight boyfriend.

"Tenya, wait a moment!"

During downtime weekends, you and Iida would make time to go out together. Today was that kind of day, and he was held back when you paused to peer inside a lingerie shop.

"Let me just get a few things from here!" You happily pointed into the shop.

Iida abruptly let go of your hand, a tinge of red spreading over his face (and slightly fogging up his glasses). "I-I can wait out here if you won't take long!"

"Oh, but I will take long," you hurriedly grabbed his hand and gently dragged his unwilling self into the shop that had its logo in neon pink light hanging on their glass window. "They have seats here, so don't worry!"

A brunette clerk in a bright pink suit approached you with a warm smile. "Good afternoon! How may we help you?"

"Ah, yes, I'm looking for a few pieces..."

Iida looked terribly uncomfortable, his face still a bit red from the sight of frilly underwear, but when he felt you squeeze his hand reassuringly, he was prompted to turn and meet your sight.

"I was kidding. I won't take long," you smiled at him, your teasing verve gone when you realized just how agonized your boyfriend looked. "Wait for me over there while I try a few things on, all right?"

Iida attentively watched you fill up a shopping basket with a few colorful items and he couldn't help but sigh to himself. You were never going to listen to him. A mannequin wearing a racy set of dark blue underwear caught his attention and for a moment, his thoughts drifted to his girlfriend and how her figure would look—

He placed a hand over his mouth, ears burning red and brows furrowed in annoyance at his own thoughts. Of you.

"Ah, how improper."

It took you about 15 minutes to try on everything you bought, which were all bundled in a hot pink paper bag stuffed with soft pink crepe paper. You waved bye to the brunette clerk who assisted you and made your way out of the store with Iida.

That was the longest 15 minutes of his life, and he couldn't wait to return home and do something about that image of you he accidentally conjured in his head.

"Sorry I took so long," you hummed at him before sliding your smaller hand into his own. "Would you like an orange cream soda? My treat!"

"I..." He started, but he simply sighed in defeat and smiled at you. "All right. And you don't have to treat me, either."

"You know I can't focus if you're looking at me so intently, Tenya."

You raised your eyes from your book and looked back at the figure looking at you from across the table. Monday afternoons meant study dates at the school library for you and Iida. You tilted your head and gave him a coy smile.

"I can't see any color," he replied. "It's white."

"Yeah, I bought a bunch of white underwear when we went out because you keep on getting distracted by the colored ones I wore. Of course, even though it's white, it's still pretty cute!" You answered rather proudly. "Would you like to see?"

Iida flinched in his seat, a small blush spreading across his face. You laughed as he started to raise his hands and scold you for teasing him. "Wh— H-How improper!"

"I was joking!" You replied with a giggle and winked at him. "Though you can always tell me if you want to."

The startled look on his face was absolutely delightful and you were damn sure you were definitely the last on the list of people going to heaven.

"How improper! This isn't how a hero is supposed to act, you know!"

"You really are fun to tease, Tenya," your lips curved into a cheeky smile.

"Maybe you're right," Iida said with a sigh of defeat. He smiled at you before reaching out for your hand. "Maybe I really can't keep my eyes off you."

🌺 Author's note:

This is a rework of a chapter from my old MHA fic collection! I plan on revisiting some of my old work and getting to crosspost them here... eventually! As you can tell, I am a complete sucker for responsible young men like Tenya. I still have big, big love for him even though I've yet to catch up on the anime!

[trivia-yandere]

request for yandere!ex-husband jk trying to prevent oc from divorcing him 💀😭 (only because they got a child together and he loves her more than anything but she just can’t take him anymore)

hello! yes we can :) this one might take a little turn but this is a yandere account so

nefarious

You knew who Jungkook was prior to having his children and marrying him, so you serving him with divorce papers wasn't going to do anything but anger him.

@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree

word count: 4.442

warning: yandere themes/tendancies, non-consenual touching/rape, smut, cursing, dark theme, spitting, degradation, possessiveness, fingering, dirty talking, emotional/mental manipulation, biting, restraining, crying, slapping,

“Get it out of my sight.” Jungkook tosses the paper away aggressively with a roll of his eyes. One of his men - Sung-ho, stands straighter to appear obedient. “That bitch thinks she’s going to divorce me after I made her?” Jungkook leans back into his chair with a huff. He shakes his head. “After I got her out of the slums she was living in?”

Jungkook’s eyes glance at the picture onto his desk - one of you and him on your wedding day. He grasps it and hurls it at Sung-ho who barely manages to dodge the attack. “You find that bitch and bring her back to me!” he screeches, eyes wide with rage. Sung-ho truly had no reason to be a part of Jungkook’s rage and he would make sure to apologize about it another time.

It’s been three months.

Three months since Jungkook has allowed you your little vacation away from him. And now you dare serve him with divorce papers that claimed that you wanted full custody of his daughters - you were insane. You had no job and had not worked in the last five years you and he had been married. You swiped his card without a care in the world and wasted close to millions since then - as a man and your husband, he never bat an eye.

But to think that you were willing to divorce him because - by your words - Jungkook was not the man he claimed to be was preposterous. You knew the type of man he was - the same man who you kept returning to every night to wet his cock and warm his bed. The same man who gave you lavish gifts every week and the same man who managed to not only marry you, but grace you with two of his offspring.

So what if he orchestrated a few murders every now and then? Or stole money and expensive pieces during heists? Sold a few (thousands) pounds of unthinkable drugs? You lived in a mansion, his daughters and you wanted for nothing - isn't that what a man was supposed to do? Ensure his family was alright? Why the fuck did it matter what he did as long as you and his girls were safe?

Jungkook knew you had no problem with what he did for work. Your problem was that you clearly missed him - he had to be gone the majority of the time and that left you in such a large mansion to care for the children alone. But a divorce? Wasn’t that a little excessive? No, this was nothing but a little stunt to get his attention and clearly, now you had it.

Sure Jungkook and you didn’t meet on simpler terms - normal people met at coffee shops. Maybe out grocery shopping. Hell, social media and dating sites were normal now. 

No, Jungkook and you met during one of many (unbeknownst to you) bank heists he had gone on. You recall the day had been fairly slow, only a few people coming in every hour. You had been assisting an older man when the doors slammed open and a group of men entered. 

The men wore all black and wore masks that covered their entire head. They pointed guns at everyone, telling them to get down. You - of course it had to be you - were escorted to the back. To think that this wasn’t even your shift initially and you picked it up from a fellow co-worker. 

But again, you weren’t as normal either. Jungkook noticed how you appeared to not take anything serious. He pointed his gun at you and though he would never use it - hurting women and children was not his forte - you didn’t know this.

Jungkook knew you were different when you flirted with him as you opened the safe. If this was your way to assure your safety, then it was a weird way to go.

“Do you do this often?” you speak as Jungkook fills the bags with stacks upon stacks of cash. “I always wondered what robbing a bank would be like.”

You. You were a weird one. But Jungkook liked it.

“I saw something like this in a porno once.”

Jungkook halts in his tracks, unable to control his thoughts. He turns towards you, eye sockets - dark and nearly invisible to you, stare at your grinning figure.

“The robbers break in and find a defenseless woman…” you lean back onto the wall, tilting your head. “...take advantage of her. But deep down, we both know she wanted it.”

Jungkook was ashamed of himself for allowing himself to be consumed by you. You had all the control that day and you knew it. You enticed him so much that he was able to forget about the heist all together and that’s when he found himself inside of you - ravishing you against the very wall you leaned against.

What could Jungkook say? He was a man and you were a willing participant. You begged him for more, edged him on as he fucks you. You liked the way he was treating you - hands clenching your neck, the manhandling. You started this, all Jungkook did was follow your lead.

“I could say you raped me.”

There it was - the kicker.

You could say that indeed. You had managed to not only get Jungkook off of his game to fuck you - but to do so without a condom. Jungkook had been so excited by you that he came the hardest he has in months - right inside of you. His cum drips out of your pussy and down your thighs, you not even bothering to wipe it up.

“Say that you took advantage of me and when they do a rape kit…” you shrug.

Jungkook points his gun at your head, but both of you knew that he wasn’t going to pull any triggers. You sensed no threat when it came from this man - Jungkook is who he would soon introduce himself as.

“What do you want?” This is the first time you have heard Jungkook’s voice. He was young, you note, his cock and stamina confirming it. Possibly around the same age as you.

“Money.” you shrug your shoulders. “But I can’t take it now.” you laugh. “I guess that means I’ll have to see you again, huh?”

Jungkook swallows. He’s thankful the mask remained on his face and you didn’t see his red cheeks and shocked expression.

“How about I give you my number and you can call me later?” you offer.

“I could kill you later.” Jungkook retorts. 

“You can kill me now.” you fire back. “Your friends can kill the entire bank and get away with it. Burn it down and get rid of any evidence you have left inside of me.”

Jungkook swallows.

“But you know that. You’re a smart boy.” There you were flirting with him again. “If you wanted to hurt me, you would have. Truth is, I could care less about this job and my life is quite boring. All I want is a little company. Who better than a random thief with obviously nothing else better to do?”

Jungkook found that from right there he was fucked and you were truly a vixen - an agent of chaos sent from Hell (Heaven would never allow something like you) to torment him. But he was rather intrigued for the first time in who knows how long.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook asked.  

“Y/N.”

 Jungkook lowers his gun. “Jungkook.”

You chugged the champagne down in nearly one gulp and slammed the glass onto your vanity. Your eyes dart to your reflection in the mirror and you scoff. You should have known Jungkook wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.

You recall the way all hell had broke loose when Jungkook had found you. Your daughters were at school luckily and didn’t have to see their father’s demeanor change. He told you it wasn’t hard finding your hotel room and slamming the door open. You had been dozing off when he entered and Jungkook was anything but content. 

“I allowed this little break to go on long enough, Y/N.” Jungkook was aggressively grabbing your belongings, hauling them onto the bed. “Pack your shit.”

“No.” you hissed.

“No?” Jungkook scoffs. “You think you’re going to divorce me and take my daughters?” Jungkook wants to laugh at how stupid you sounded. “With no job?”

“I’ve been saving money.” you retort, eyes glaring at him.

“Oh,” Jungkook snickers with a clap of his hands. “So you’ve been planning on leaving me for a while. What’s changed?”

Jungkook came closer to you. He looked manic, eyes wide and glaring into your soul. 

“You even threatened to expose me if I didn’t give you a divorce.” Jungkook is livid. “Take down all of my legitimate businesses just to divorce me? You think you’ll get away with that, baby?”

Jungkook was never one to be rough with you, but he’s pissed. He pushes you onto the bed and hovers about you. “You don’t think you’ll go down with me? You tell them what I do on the side, I’ll tell them you were alongside me the entire way. We’ll both go to jail and our daughters…” Jungkook shrugs. “They’ll go to my brother.”

Your eyes widen at Jungkook’s words. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Take me down, Y/N. You’re going with me.” Jungkook pushed himself away from you. “Pack your shit and let's go home.” he hissed, not waiting for a response from you.

And now here you sat in said home. You were fresh from a long shower, having ignored Jungkook the following days and only tended to your daughter's needs.

You were feeling bitchy today, however, and decided that if Jungkook didn’t want to give you a divorce - that you were going to force him to. That, or annoy him until you felt as though you were done.

You continued to lotion your skin until it glowed, then you grabbed the perfume bottle - one of the many expensive gifts from Jungkook - and sprayed it until you knew it would linger. You take one last look in the mirror before smiling to yourself.

“We haven’t done a bank heist in years.” Jimin says with furrowed brows, bored and a little offended with the conversation. “We aren’t children anymore. Are we going broke?”

Jungkook snorts, but leans back into his chair. He pours himself the whiskey - courtesy of Yoongi - and lifts his eyes to the surrounding men that he considers brothers.

“I agree.” Taehyung nods. “Bank heists are for the lower ranks. Who’s idea was this?”

“Mine.” Jungkook slams the shot glass down onto the table and shakes his head at the powerful taste. “Don’t you guys remember the adrenaline rush?”

Namjoon snorts with a roll of his eyes. “Leave it to the baby of the group to say this.” he murmurs, a smirk forming onto his lips.

The doors of the meeting room open and heads turn towards the noise. Jungkook’s eyes land on you - and your lack of clothes all together. You adorn lingerie, black and lacy that fits you perfectly. His eyes darken when he meets your gaze.

Jimin is interested now. He leans forward and waves at you. “Y/N, hello.” he says. You were always Jimin’s favorite out of the girls Jungkook had brought around - one of the main reasons being that you actually became a wife. You didn’t remain someone he left in the shadows of his bedroom and actually gave him two adorable nieces.

And of course, you and Jungkook were one of the same. You were stubborn and took no shit and Jungkook got a taste of his own medicine. One of the countless reasons why you two bumped heads often - but it made for great make-up sex.

“Jimin.” you wave back. “I missed you. You don’t come around as much.”

Jungkook watches you with glaring eyes as you make your way closer.

“Y/N.” Jungkook’s tone is low - a warning. Not now, he wants to say. He had no time for your petty bullshit.

“You know me, I always keep busy.” Jimin continues the conversation as if you aren’t wearing the bare minimum - but Jimin didn’t see you in that way. Plus, he loved annoying Jungkook just like you did.

“That you do.” You reach the edge of the table, grasping a glass and a half empty bottle of brandy. “I see you all been drinking without me.”

“Y/N.” Jungkook continues, leaning forward. His firsts were clenching as he awaits for you to answer him. 

Taehyung fights back the cackle. It was always something when it came to Jungkook and you. The fights were never to be taken seriously - it always ended the same way. You and he entangled together declaring how much you pissed the other off.

“You’ve been ignoring us lately.” Taehyung pipes in. “What did we do to deserve the cold shoulder?”

Jungkook could feel the atmosphere shift. You were mocking him - he was once told by Yoongi that he allowed you to walk all over him and he was beginning to agree. You had no respect for him - and even his brothers were going along with your foolishness.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh, pouring yourself the brandy and glancing at Jungkook. “Maybe when the divorce is finalized-”

There it was - the cherry on top. Jungkook’s chair screeches as he pushes himself away from the table and lifts himself up. He’s fast as he rounds it and lunges at you. However, you’re just as fast at hauling your drink into his face.

Jimin watches in amusement as Jungkook pulls you over his shoulder as if you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. He rushes out of the room - slamming the door open with a loud bang while you’re punching at his back.

“Well then.” Namjoon claps his hands, shaking his head. He allows a few laughs to be released from his lips.

“I think this little get together is over.” Hoseok continues.

Jungkook is livid when he slams the bedroom door open just to slam it shut behind him. He shoves you off of him and onto the king sized bed. You fall on your back with a grunt, bouncing off until you catch yourself. 

“You think you’re cute, huh?” Jungkook grumbles, towering over you. He would admit that he wanted to be furious with you - but your attire didn’t help him. You knew what you were doing to piss him off but you wearing his favorite perfume was doing nothing but distracting him.

“Had to do something to get your attention.” you retort, swallowing when your eyes meet the bulge in his pants.

“Ah, so that’s what it is?” Jungkook tsks. He isn't hesitant to push you back, hand wrapping around your neck. “You missed me, baby. I haven’t been as attentive to you as a husband.”

It’s his knee you feel so close to your heat, the friction causing you to groan. Jungkook was always the one to take control, never fully allowing you to unless it's what he desired.

“Why must you always take things too far?” Jungkook loosens his grip onto your neck, palm gliding down to your breast. “Am I not good to you?”

“You see me as nothing but a whore!” you hiss, turning away from him. Jungkook does notice the way your thighs quiver and your hips jut towards his knee for friction. 

“A whore, no.” Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh. “My whore? Yes.” His eyes are burning into yours, offering the same venom you were giving him. “My whore to fuck, to please, to care for. You’re mine, Y/N.”

Jungkook moves his knee from your heat to replace it. His palm slaps it roughly, wet spot not going unnoticed. You shiver at the impact, ashamed that your body was giving away just what he was doing to you. You felt weak when it came to Jungkook - married for five years and together for nearly 7, he knew your body like the back of his hand. 

Jungkook slaps your clothed clit more - over and over again until your juices are soaked through the lingerie, and even then he doesn’t want to stop his torment.

Jungkook’s fingers dig through the lacy fabric of your lingerie to toy with your clit. So wet - so inviting. He could never get enough of your pussy.

“You ignore me days just to show up in lingerie you knew was going to drive me crazy.” Jungkook rubs along your throbbing clit, bulge twitching at just how sopping wet you are. “Then you say it again. Threaten me with divorce.” Jungkook’s scoffing now. He doesn’t want to waste anymore time.

Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, not bothering to give you any warning - nor be gentle in the slightest. 

“You make it seem like life with me is bad.” Jungkook begins pumping his fingers inside of you. Your body gives him the reaction he always expects - clenching walls, juices flowing down his wrist and flinching form. 

You want to push Jungkook away, to say that you aren’t his anything. You wanted out of this marriage from him - you were nothing but someone he had control over and you allowed it for far too long. It didn’t feel like a marriage between two lovers, instead you felt trapped in a home and made to be nothing but a body to warm his bed every night. The only gift you could truly appreciate from Jungkook was your daughters.

However, it was your body. Your body could never agree on what your mind was telling it to - you find yourself moaning lowly at his thrusting fingers. Jungkook is pissed, and when he is it tends to show in the way he pleases you. Dominant and in control.

Jungkook’s tongue licks upon your cheek. Hot, wet and slimy - all before he spits onto you. In his eyes, the ultimate sign that you were truly his.

“I fucked over enough people in my lifetime that they have given up trying to take it out on me.” Jungkook’s pumping only increases. “You and our daughters are the true targets that they know could truly get to me. I’ve done nothing but kept you and them safe.”

Your eyes roll when you feel the familiar bubbling churning in your stomach. The wet slapping of Jungkook’s fingers inside of you are echoing filthy throughout the bedroom.

“Leave.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you just when you were seconds away from releasing. “If you want the divorce so bad, then I’ll give it to you. Our daughters are staying with me.”

You’re panting, high coming back down to Earth. Your eyes flutter open to see Jungkook pushing himself away from you.

“I’m not leaving without them.”

“Too bad.” Jungkook shrugs. “You want the divorce. You leave and you’ll see them whenever you come here. Take whatever money you saved and find yourself somewhere to go.”

“You’re bluffing.” you find the courage to say, but your voice is so low and meek.

Jungkook hums, lips twitching as he watches you. Poor you, eyes wide and chest heaving. You never truly thought he would give you what you asked for - no matter how brattish and petty you’ve been towards him. 

Jungkook was going to show you just how much you needed him and not the other way around. You were his woman regardless and no divorce was ever going to change that - not even in death would he allow you to part ways with him. He just had to show you how truly vile the world was without him.

Jungkook strokes your hair as you continue to cry in his arms, visibly shaking and trembling. Your fingers are clenching onto his shirt tight as if never wanting to let him go.

How the tables have truly turned - but all Jungkook could think was “I told you so”.

You were only gone a week and it was all it took for you to find yourself in trouble. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that revenge toward him was sought out by harming those he loved.

You sat in your hotel room when the knock sounded onto the door. You had ordered food not long ago, so when the knock sounded you wasted no time in going to open it.

Your first mistake.

Your door crashes open when you unlock it and you’re shoved onto the ground. You don’t manage to scream when you feel your screams being muffled. There's two of them, you note, both men. Their clothing was dark and loose fitted and their face had been hidden completely, you can see from a facial mask to cover their mouth and scarf on top of their heads. You couldn’t make out the eyes, yet you weren’t intended to. You were flipped onto your front quickly when one man had yanked you onto your feet, face burying into the hotel bed.

Your legs and arms thrashed around in an attempt to free yourself from the men, but you quickly realized that it was pointless - and that you were doing nothing but exhausting yourself. 

Your eyes swell with tears, anxiety peaking when you realize that this might be what Jungkook was talking about - your mind telling you that there was no way you were leaving here alive. 

Your arms are restrained by one man while the other pulls at your clothing. Your legs shiver when your pajama pants are ripped and you’re exposed to the cool air of the room

You feel nauseous and your head is pounding at the thought of you being defiled by these men - that you were in this situation at all.

You managed to lift your head to breathe, a choked sob releasing from your throat. Your tears blinded your vision, but you could see in the corner of your eye flesh - the man behind you ripping your clothing off. Without thinking, you sink your teeth into his skin in hopes of buying you time for an escape.

A hiss sounds through your ears and you feel a sting across your cheek. Your arms are being restrained tighter until you feel them cramp and sob.

You pleaded and begged for them to leave you alone - that you’d give them whatever money you had saved. Your pleas fell on deaf ears and you realized what they truly wanted was you.

You clenched your eyes shut when you felt yourself being stuffed by the man behind you. He wastes no time in pumping inside of you, not caring just how uncomfortable it felt for the both of you. You feel something wet, warm and slimy drip onto your folds, you conclude he had spit onto you to get any form of lubricant.

The thrusts are brutal and his hands upon you are tight and unmoving. Your sobs do not subside and you feel as though your body is betraying you. It didn’t feel good to you - you felt disgusting and utterly embarrassed; especially with the grunting sounds from the man defiling you. But your body is allowing this to happen, naturally lubricating your walls for more - your stomach churning and bubbling to reach a high you didn’t desire.

Skin slapping echoes off the wall and you had no tears left in you to cry. You wanted this torture to end, to be freed from the nightmare -  but the man was cruel. You feel his hand tuck themselves beneath you and fingers twirl at your clit. You cry upon impact, shaking your head. 

“She likes it.” you hear faintly - it had to be the man restraining you. His voice felt so far away even if he was right across from you. 

The man behind you grunts, hips snapping into you roughly, fingers toying your clit harshly. Your pussy clenches around him unwillingly and you remain shaking your head - you didn’t want this. Your body doesn’t understand the difference between this and what it's use to.

“She’s about to cum.” the muffled voice from the man restraining you says. He holds onto your arms tighter as his partner flips you around. You come face to face with the masked person and your heart drops. You close your eyes, not wanting the man to see your reaction.

“It’s okay to like it. Whore’s like you love this, don’t you?”

The man doesn’t stop his thrusts - no, he appears to be thrusting into you even harder. Your moans of protest fill the room, but to these men, they were moans nonetheless.

Hands clamp around your neck and another around your lips. It silences you completely and you no longer have any strength in trying to protest. You felt your walls clench around the masked man until you were finally letting go around him unwillingly, but by then you were losing consciousness.

“I told you the outside world isn’t the place for you, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs into your hair. “You’re lucky I came just in time. Who knows what they were planning on doing to you.”

Your tears are now soaking Jungkook’s shirt, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to let you go - and now he would never have to. 

“Come on. Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” Jungkook says, pushing you away to look at your tear-stained face. “I love you, Y/N. Always.”

You sniffled, feeling yourself fall apart all over again. Your head crashes into his chest and your hold on him becomes tighter. “I-I’m sorry.” you apologize. You should have heed his warning - that you were safe with him. He kept you in this mansion for this long because the outside world was indeed not safe - you and your daughters could never be safe if it wasn’t with Jungkook. You’re grateful that you had not taken them with you. Who knows what the masked men would’ve done to them.

Once Jungkook manages to get you into the shower, he closes the bathroom door behind him with a sigh. He gets your pajamas ready for you when you’re out and some sleeping pills - you’d need it if you were going to get a good night's sleep. 

Jungkook proceeds to lift his sleeve up and sigh at the mark on his wrist. It was beginning to sting. You managed to draw blood when you bit him - but he was grateful that the wound wasn’t too severe. 

After all, Yoongi’s plan had worked. Jungkook regained his control over you - even if he had to take desperate measures and insert fear. But, he had you nonetheless - his wife.

part two (prequel) a look back into your and jungkook's fatal attraction - before the marriage, kids and the detachment coming soon...

[slutforfictionalwomen]

Listen with my eyes

Kinktober day 20

Agatha Harkness x Fem Reader

Main kinks: teacher x student, brat taming.

Word count: 1,5K

Summary: You can't take your eyes off her body during her lectures, so she decides to teach you to behave.

Warnings: Smut, strap on use, finger fucking, school sex, brat taming, spanking/slapping, dom/sub, praise, degration, slight dubcon.

(Please tell me if I forgot anything)

This has been going on for a while now. It has actually been since your first day at college. Once you had laid eyes on Agatha Harkness, you couldn't take your eyes off of her again. Not only was she your history teacher, but she was also your coach. This meant you had to see her a lot, a constant distraction.

"(Y/n), can you please explain what I just said?" You had again dazed off, and Professor Harkness definitely noticed that. But what else could you do? When she had decided to put on her cherry red suit to work this morning, not thinking of the effect it would have on her students.

Your eyes meet hers, and you stumble over your words. "Uhmm I-I wouldn't kn-know, Professor." You awkwardly look in a different direction. Being good for her is all you want, but you just can't when she is so attractive.

"Hm, thought so. Put your mind elsewhere, young lady," Agatha says in a way as if she knows. As if she has seen your fingers buried deep within your own pussy in the middle of the night, with her on your mind. To you, it doesn't matter that she is about fifty while you are nineteen. You want her.

You manage to catch up with the work, as always. Even though you often pay more attention to the teacher than to what she's saying, you still want to get good grades for her. You want her to notice you in a different way from other students.

~

That night, you're scrolling her instagram with a hand between your legs. It always feels so wrong, but so right. When you first went after her social media, you just checked Facebook. She was age fifty or up, so that's the platform she would use, right? Fifty year old women didn't use instagram. At least, that's what you thought. When you couldn't find her on the platform, it upset you, only for you to randomly come across her on instagram weeks later.

Now, every lonely night, you scroll through the pictures. Seeing her feed, you know that she knows what she's doing. Her feed even mentions the word 'milf' one or two times, which makes your insides burn even more.

Like every night, you rub tight circles on your clit with just the amount of lube that makes it feel the best. You settle on a picture and let the scenarios come. This is the only time you get this sinful, this dirty. You're an innocent girl, but this is the side Agatha gets out of you. Your dorm has thin walls, which often makes you bite down on your sheets to hold back moans. But in your mind, you're screaming out her name while she performs all kinds of crazy moves to get you off.

~

The lecture hall is quiet, except for the sound of chalk on the chalkboard. No one speaks during Professor Harknesses lectures, not even a whisper. You are again settled in the front row since you got there a bit late, and everyone stays as far away from the history professor as possible. You don't mind the nice view, but it does push you back into your daydreaming.

"Enough, y/n. You can leave, come back at 5." You jump up at Agatha calling your name. You stare at her in disbelief. Your heartbeat raises, questions popping up in your head. Why? What did I do? You didn't notice you spoke those questions aloud until Professor Harkness chuckles, as if she enjoys this. "You're once again daydreaming during my lecture, which you always do. Why are you still coming to my lecture if you don't pay attention?"

Her voice has a bit of humour and a bit of anger, but there's something else you can't quite put your finger on. When you feel tears coming up, you quickly pack your stuff and get out of the hall. You don't know why you're crying. It's not that bad. So you guess it's just the thought of disappointing the 50 year old woman you look up to.

~

"Do you know why you're here?" Agatha Harkness, your history professor, is sat on her desk chair with her legs up on the desk. An immediate reminder of why you are here. You came back at 5 like she told you to, after having a good cry, of course.

You feel the upset feeling coming back and try to shrug it off. Though your answer comes out with a sob. "Because I can't focus on the lesson. I promise I can be good but I can't control myself!" A tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away.

Professor Harkness takes her feet off the desk, leaning forward to cup your cheek. "Don't worry, sweet girl. Those words sound familiar to me. I used to be like you. As your coach, I know you. You just need a little training." She wipes away another tear rolling down your face.

"Training?" It sounds odd to you. What did she mean by that? Tutoring wouldn't help with this kind of concentration problem. Especially with her, since she kind of is the problem.

Her eyes hold your gaze. "You're a brat, darling. If you can't listen to me properly, you need to learn that." She walks around the desk while taking off her suit jacket. You're so mesmerised by the way she moves, you didn't notice she was still talking. You get smacked out of your thoughts, a sting left on your cheek.

"Ouch!" You shriek and rub your cheek, but Agatha pulls you up by your chin. "I was going to give you a normal introduction to our training, but apparently, you need it more than I thought. Can't even listen to me for more than ten seconds without getting distracted by my body, such a pathetic whore," she speaks while pushing your front over the desk and flipping your skirt up.

Within seconds, one of Professor Harknesses big veiny hands is grabbing your pussy through your undies, making you whimper. "Through all of this, you will pay attention to my words. The better you listen, the less red will be on your face when we're done. Understood?" A calloused finger has slid into your delicate undies, rubbing yoir clit as if she has done this many times and knows your body through and through. "I understand, Professor."

"Good." Agatha leans over you kiss your neck, still rubbing your clit. You're soaking wet by now. "Okay darling, do you touch yourself?" Her finger starts teasing your entrance.

The question somehow manages to turn you on even more. "Yes, professor." You earn some praising, but then you get lost in bliss. Your professor rudely pulls you out of it by delivering a smack to your cheek.

"Pay attention, doll. How many fingers can you fit inside?" One long finger gets pushed halfway in before being pulled back again. She kind of just keeps teasing that way.

"T-two. Haven't tried anything more!" Those last words come out with a squeal as she pushes one whole finger into you, setting up a steady rhythm. You immediately come to notice how one of her fingers is much bigger than one of yours.

Agatha shortly pulls away to slide your underwear down. You also hear a belt being unbuckled. "And how many times do you touch yourself?" You can hear the grin in her voice. It sounds like she is sliding her trousers down with one hand, the other still occupied by your pussy.

"Every night," you whimper. There goes your innocence. You cry out when the professor pushes in another finger. "Too much!"

Agatha chuckles. "No, no, definitely not too much." She starts up a rough pace in your hole, hitting all the right spots. This will make you go feral. "I'm intrigued, darling. What do you think about when you have your knuckles deep in your tiny hole? Or do you watch something on that slutty phone of yours?"

When you don't respond, lost in pleasure, she delivers a smack to your full bottom. "You! Your instagram, I scroll on it every time my hand is in my undies." You sob with the confession.

"So you found my instagram? Fascinating. Are you sure that you can be good?" Agatha pulls away her fingers, but lines something solid, silicone up with your pussy. Her other hand keeps rubbing your bundle of nerves, making you clench on nothing.

"No! No, I can be good for you, I promise. Please, professor!" The begging was all it took for your professor to thrust her strap in, setting up a brutal pace.

Agatha chuckles, almost cackles. "You can be good, you say? I hope you remember why you're here. Let's see how long you can keep up while I explain everything you missed during today's history lesson."

[arias-archive]

can you do a Lyra x grayson fic where Lyra gets body shamed online or in public by paparazzi and Grayson looses it???? And Lyra calms him down and it’s all fluffy??

a/n: YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN! LOVE ME SOME GRAYSONLYRA

warnings: body-shaming

description: number one rule of dating a famous guy: never read comments. but lyra has seen and heard enough that it barely affects her anymore, grayson, on the other hand, might go to jail for beating up said commenters

tig masterlist | masterlist

protective asshole (a graysonlyra fic)

The video must have been replayed several times now, the same criticising voice droning on from her phone speakers. Yet, her finger refused to move, hovering just a hairbreadth away from the screen.

Just a pathetic girl, encased in her boring little life, with nothing better to do. That’s what Lyra kept telling herself as she dragged the cursor back to rewatch the video, as if the opinions flung out would actually change.

If Lyra was being completely honest, it didn’t affect her as much as it should’ve. The video was awful, the words coming out of the girls mouth harsh and hateful, but somehow Lyra managed to keep it out. She wouldn’t allow herself to become ruffled by some trashy tart on social media. Besides, Lyra didn’t even know the girl enough to be offended. Truly. She was thinner, compared to Lyra’s accentuated curves. Growing up a dancer meant that Lyra maintained her healthy figure, which was continued through running. But her body wouldn't go any slimmer, and trust her, she had tried. She couldn’t help the genetics which shaped her to be the woman she is today.

So Lyra learned to embrace herself for who she truly was, not what she looked like. Sure, to some she had a body that screamed party to some people more than it showcased dancer, but why did that matter?

She was so engrossed in the short clip that she completely forgot her boyfriend who was lounging right beside her. And sure enough, his unforgiving icy-eyes pierced through her phone, silently seething at the video.

Snapping out of her daze, she scrolled past it, but not before Grayson spoke up. “What was her username?” His tone was so cold, so menacing, Lyra almost flinched.

Instead, she sat up and snorted, shrugging lazily. “Don’t know, don’t really care.” She was proud of herself to find that she actually meant those words, not having to hide behind the bravado to bear to bullet wounds.

“Tell me it.” That was Grayson mad. Very mad. Nobody could do ‘very mad’ as well as Grayson Davenport Hawthorne after seeing someone insult his loved ones. Seriously. Talk about lethal.

“It doesn’t matter,” Lyra insisted with dismissive wave of her hand, as if swatting the very thought from existence.

That didn’t make Grayson forget it though. He simply raised a stubborn brow, silently daring her to dismiss him again. His hand clenched around his own phone, and she was certain he was plotting someone’s very tragic demise behind those eyes.

“Why do you need to know?” If he wanted to be stubborn, she could dish it right back. She has told him to leave it, but noooooo, he just couldn’t listen. Stupid asshole.

He was silent for a moment, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Nobody ever has the right to speak to you that way.” He swore under his breath, shaking his head. “Who do they think they are? I’ll sue them. I will destroy th-”

Lyra cut him off with a firm kiss, her warm breath dancing over his face. When she pulled back, she pried his death-grip fingers off his phone, interlocking her own fingers with his instead.

The kiss barely distracted him. If anything, he still looked ready to murder someone. Protective asshole.

“I don’t want you doing anything,” she told him quietly, face mere inches from his, “because I genuinely couldn’t care less about some idiot’s damn opinion.”

She took a deep breath, her hand squeezing his tighter, lending some of her patience. “They don’t know me, Grayson, so let them say what they want. This isn’t the first time, and you know it won’t be the last.”

She could still remember the utter shock she had felt the first time the media comment on her body. It was soon after her and Grayson’s relationship went public. Paparazzi shouted some idiotic insult about how she looked in the dress she was wearing. Lyra had never seen Grayson so volatile before. He has never, ever, lost his control like that. Normally, he was so unshakeable arrogant.

Anger was still etched onto his every sharp feature, making him appear like a statue carved from ice, cold and unflinching. She rubbed her thumb between the crease in his brows, smoothing it out. She let out another heavy sigh, manoeuvring her body so that she was laying on top of his, head tucked beneath his chin.

This relationship was still relatively new, and Grayson wasn’t used to being touchy with, well, anyone. So Lyra didn’t get offended when she felt him tense up beneath her, but she also didn’t pull away. The asshole was just going to have to get used to it.

It took him a moment before he dropped his phone onto the mattress, wrapping an arm around her loosely. The room was quiet, and a soft, peaceful quiet that was impossible to experience in their lives. It felt… nice.

“Thank you, though,” she whispered reluctantly, so he could drop the damn subject. “For wanting to protect me. But you know I don’t need it.” With her cheek pressed against his chest, she could hear the slightly unsteady patter of his heart. You wouldn’t be able to tell that from his face though.

“It shouldn’t be like this,” he muttered lowly, tracing circles on her back. “Being with me doesn’t merit that.” He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head, breathing her in. He blamed himself for this, as he did with everything else. No matter how many times she argued with him, he didn’t believe her. It wasn’t his fault.

Society loves to pick apart girls who date celebrities to make themselves feel worthier, as if that girl was the sole reason they weren’t the ones picked. It’s a shitty justification but it’s also true. Lyra made her peace with that.

The room was quiet again, the occasional rustle of sheets or soft sighs disturbing the peace. Grayson cleared his throat before he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He sounded slightly hesitant to ask the question, and Lyra had never known him to hesitate on much.

She nodded against his shirt, sticking up her thumb for good measure. “Yes. I mean it. I’m really not bothered.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to contact her. I’m sure I can get the message across withou-”

“Grayson.”

[andreabandrea]

I absolutely don't mean this in a bad way, but I think a lot about how Pokemon is a power fantasy for kids. And I know this is obvious because it's a game for children, but let me ramble.

Think about it: you can go wherever you want, knowing you're safe because your Pokemon will protect you. In the later games, you can dress however you want and express yourself freely. You can connect with nature and communities of friendly kids and adults around you. You can make a meaningful, positive impact on the world. You can stand toe-to-toe with adults who, in real life, would ignore or even belittle you because you're just a kid. (And, of course, you have superpowered pets that love you.)

I think about how in the original games, Brock and Misty are presented as kids/young teens and become friends with Ash. But, Lt. Surge presents a difficulty spike-- if you chose Bulbasaur, you can easily sweep the first two gyms with it, but now you don't have a supereffective match up unless you plan more. I think it's meaningful, then, that Lt. Surge is portrayed a big, scary adult man and military to boot. In the anime, he's presented as being condescending and intimidating toward Ash. But, you as the player are able to overcome this intimidating man through the power of your Pokemon. The same can be said for people like Team Rocket and Giovanni-- Giovanni's original sprite in Red & Blue makes it look like he's looming over you, sneering at you.

It can easily be forgotten by adult fans, but you're seeing this world through the perspective of a child. Giovanni looming over you represents how it feels to be a child, powerless, and face an adult who's cruel to you. But you defeat him at every match up.

Satoshi Tajiri would go on to say that Pokemon was inspired by his childhood, in which he'd go out and collect bugs. Miyamoto would say that the first Zelda game was inspired by his childhood in which he'd explore the local area and caves and so on.

It makes me sad to think that, as the world becomes more modern, more urbanized, and (as parents tend to see it, at least) more unsafe, this childhood that inspired these classic games become further out of reach for kids. When I was growing up, I lived in a suburb full of concrete. I couldn't walk anywhere, and even if I could, my mother was too anxious to let me just go around unsupervised.

This is why getting the bike is such a big moment in Pokemon-- you can go so much farther as a kid on a bike! But, I also could only ride my bike up and down my boring street before running into a major street full of cars going 50 MPH that would have murdered me instantly.

This isn't a doom post. I still believe that we can repair the damage that capitalism and cars have done to the world. But, I think that in times like this, it's more important than ever for kids to have access to these power fantasies, these escapes from a world that they have no ability to fix, but still suffer from regardless.

Ironically, I think that when I play Pokemon now, I play it to feel smaller rather than to feel bigger, the opposite of how I played it as a kid. Now, it's comforting to escape from work and stress into a world in which your only concerns are walking to the next town, catching a new Pokemon, and maybe fighting a gym leader. The same can be said of any piece of media that someone is nostalgic for, but I think Pokemon feeds into it well because its design is so baked in the experience of being a child.

When I'm playing Pokemon, especially when replaying an old game, I still remember things like only saving in Pokemon centers so that my character could sleep there in a nice building, or imagining them setting up camp if I had to save and quit on a route. If I had time, I would feed my Pokemon some Pokeblocks or etc. at my little 'camp' so they wouldn't be hungry (which is why I felt like the cooking and camping systems from SwSh were so real for me, haha).

I don't think that there's a 'wrong' way to play Pokemon-- I know people enjoy competitive Pokemon, and strict challenge runs, and stuff. And I can enjoy that, too! But, for me, Pokemon is about childhood, you know?

[the-elder-polls]

since you mentioned getting unhinged horny shit in your inboxes, I decided to compile a list of my top 10 sexiest doors in tes. That's right Salem, I'm bringing you HINGED horny shit in your inbox!

Starting from the bottom!

10. The College of Winterhold gate

spreads wide open for you, but only after you've properly passed the test to enter the college. It's important to get tested, folks, and make sure you don't shame or stigmatize your partner's results.

9. Labyrinthian

Damn what a big set of kn-- (*sounds of sniper fire*)

8. Oblivion Gate

Not everyone is into temperature play, but personally when I'm out adventuring and I see one of these bad boys, I'm already thinking about all the loot I'm going to get. The sugar daddy of tes doors, if you will.

7. Arkngthamz

Between earthquakes, centurions, and a maelstrom of arrows from above, these doors are all about vetting your partner. Make sure you know what you want, and what these doors want is to protect the Aetherium piece from you, a greedy adventurer. Different strokes for different folks!

6. Scrivener's Hall Vault Door

This one is for my monsterfuckers out there.

5. Stone Monolith

We all know why this one is on the list.

4. Zenimax Media

Somewhere behind this door are sweet little lies. We love a toxic ship. We love Todd manipulating us into thinking that he's going to release TES6 any time soon.

3. Dark Brotherhood Doors

What do you think happens when they order door dash? Like, do they sign for packages? Anyways sexy because uhhhhhhh big dom energy whisper in my ear and tell me how unworthy I am because my shaky hands chose the wrong answer!

2. Veya Releth

She... put an emotional wall up between the two of us... if only she'd put an emotional door that I could open. Maybe everything would have turned out differently...

Um... I....

...anyways!

The sexiest door in tes?

The SEXIEST door in tes?

Why it's the Zenithar Adytum Gate of course!

God this thing is so sexy. It has such a crisp locking/unlocking and open/close animation. ESO housing people know what I'm talking about. This is a sexy fucking door.

thank you zira for this very important discussion

[lolasimms]

a midsummer nights dream

summary: the night after your first time with her, Ellie wakes you up from a nightmare and makes it up to you in her favourite way she knows. It’s all new to you, but she teaches you just how to enjoy it.

warnings: smut, strap use, swearing, mentions of past toxic relationships.

“Why can’t you just shut up?.” You hear her scream at you. Her face is red with anger, seething even. The veins in her neck shine through her pale neck and the sounds of her fingers crunch and crack as she clenches her fist.

Her other hand holds a glass of whiskey, neat, the drink almost at the bottom of the rock glass. You hold yourself in your arms, awaiting what was to come when slowly but surely she began to lift her hand. In one quick motion her arms extend; chaos ensues.

Your eyes shut closed, fight or flight taking over you as you cover your ears with your hands. The sound of glass shattering rings around the apartment and you feel the last bits of liquid from it splatter onto you. Leaving you a screaming shaking mess.

-

A hand rubbed firmly over your back and another stroked at the side of your face. When you opened your eyes, you were met with an orange and pink hue shining through the blinds. The sun had finally risen.

“Wake up, baby. Come on, wake up. It’s just a bad dream, come on,” Ellie’s voice rumbled softly below you.

You whined quietly and buried your face deeply into her chest.

“I know,” Ellie soothed. Her hand on your back moved to squeeze your arm. “Just wake up for me, okay?”

With a small puff of air from your lips, you nodded. “I’m up.”

“Good girl.” Ellie went back to smoothing her warm hand up and down your spine. Even through her thick shirt you wore, you could feel her soft fingertips drawing the stress from your body. “Bad dream?” She asks in a hushed whisper.

You nodded, ashamed at the context behind your panicked night terror. “It was stupid, don’t worry about it.”

Ellie hummed. “If it scared you, it’s not stupid. You were getting super worked up, twisting and turning.” She strokes your face as she says this, her eyes worried.

Heat flooded your cheeks and you finally managed to look up at her through the embarrassment of it all. You hated her thinking you were weak. “I hate that I had to wake you with my baggage.”

Ellie pushed a few stray hairs from your face. “It’s okay. If you hadn’t, and then I later found out you’d had a bad dream that I didn’t protect you from...” She trailed off with a sigh. “I’d feel like a dick, are you okay baby?”

“I’m fine.” You shrugged in response and rolled onto your side, away from her. Ellie turned to hold you from behind, her arms wrapping tightly around your middle as you reached over to the nightstand to check your phone. Her lips met your neck to place sleepy kisses on your skin, causing you to melt.

“Was the dream about her?” She asked quietly, causing you to wince slightly as you continued to fidget and scroll through your phone, a way to distract yourself from talking about the dream.

You nodded, checking through your messages and social media’s. The sleepiness in your body and eyes urged you to lay back down with Ellie, to let her envelope you in her warmth, but your anxious brain needed to make sure that your ex hadn’t contacted you. To make sure your dream wasn’t your subconscious warning you of her unwanted return to your life.

Ellie hummed and reached up to turn off your phone, her lips still kissing at your neck and jaw.

“Hey!” You hissed as she took it from your hands and placed it on the nightstand beside her side of the bed.

“She’s not going to come back, and as long as I’m around she won’t hurt you. I promise,” she mumbled into your skin before her lips got sloppier, leaving trails of dampness that somehow both cooled and heated your skin.

“How did you kn-” you words were cut off by a gasp leaving your lips as her teeth found their way to the skin of your ear and tugged on it gently. The feeling went straight to your core. The hand coming from below your body moved under the sweater you were wearing until it found your breast and squeezed gently, making a soft gasp leave your lips at the contact.

“I know you way more than you believe me too, Princess.” Ellie’s mouth met your own when you turned to look at her. Her other hand trailed down your body until it met the dampness building between your legs. “Already ready for me, hmm?” She asked quietly as her slender finger found your sensitive nub and started massaging gentle circles over it.

You moaned softly in response and pushed back against her body, where you were met with damp crotch pressing against your ass through the boxers she’d worn to bed. Ellie promptly left the bed, running over to retrieve what you assumed was her strap. Promptly she returned running back with it harnessed on along with a bottle of lube in her hands.

“My sweet girl. Just relax, okay? I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow,” Ellie whispered against your ear. The hand that had been on your clit moved off of it, earning a whine from you. From behind you you heard the gentle ‘click’ of the lube bottle and felt her hands nudge your back as she rubbed it onto her strap.

You felt the cold of her strap pressed firmly against you before she nudged it in between your legs. “Have you ever been fucked like this?” She asked you softly.

You turned to look at her and shook your head shyly. “Never, Els”

She hummed and tapped your thigh. “Lift this up for me, princess.”

You hesitated and she raised an eyebrow at you. “Do I have to keep it up the whole time?” You question her.

Ellie simply chuckled and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.” She pecked your lips softly. “I promise.”

You nodded and raised your leg up a little. There was an obvious weakness in your legs after the night before, and they started to shake after only a few moments as Ellie lined her cock up with your entrance. You let out a low whine as the head pushed into your dripping hole, and the second she was on a clear path, Ellie used her hand to help brace your leg. She pushed in slowly, watching your face relax with pleasure more and more with every inch of her cock.

“That’s a good girl. Just like that. Still so ready for me after last night, hmm? So relaxed and soft for me. Taking me so well,” she praised softly.

Once Ellie was fully seated in you, she lowered your leg so it lay bent on top of the one on the mattress and her hand trailed up to gently hold your neck. Her thrusts were slow and gentle, pushing right up against the soft spot where you needed it most, deep inside your body. The hold she had on your breast was soft, and she methodically squeezed it in time with her hard thrusts to draw low moans from your chest. Her other hand just held your neck, reminding you she was there. She had you. You were safe, with her.

Your head was dizzy with sleep and pleasure as she drew herself in and out of you. When you turned your head to look at her, she caught your lips in a soft and passionate kiss.

“So good,” she mumbled against your mouth. She hummed and the hand on your neck traced over your curves and down your belly until it reached the apex of your thighs. Her fingers quickly found your clit and she rubbed delicate circles into it, drawing a gasping whine from you. “Can you feel how wet you are, baby? It’s covering your thighs.”

You couldn’t do anything but whimper and nod. Of course you felt it. Her cock pushed through your plush skin, spreading your slick everywhere, making a mess of your aching cunt.

Ellie’s teeth gently nipped at your jaw. “I’m gonna make you come.” She grunted softly. “And then you’re going to fall back asleep with my cock still buried inside your cunt. How does that sound, princess?”

“Sounds good, so good Ellie,” you whined. The sleepiness in your body was matched by the building pleasure in your core. Your eyes were falling open and closed from both the pleasure and the need to sleep.

In the past, sex didn’t make you fall asleep. That being said, you’d never come when you’d had sex in the past. For some reason, the orgasm you’d received from Ellie just made you sleepier than anything else ever had.

Ellie hummed and let the pace of her thrusts increase ever-so-slightly, pulling a long, drawn-out whine from your chest that was stuttered each time she bumped at your g-spot.

Your body was on fire in her hard grasp, and the only thing that could put it out was for you to come.

“I’m gonna come,” you managed to breathe out.

Ellie hummed in response. “I know. Just relax, let it happen, baby. It’s gonna feel so good, hmm?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. A few high-pitched sobs left your mouth with the next few thrusts, and the fire in your body blazed higher and higher until it seemed to explode out of every inch of your skin. Your hips stuttered back and forth in a desperate attempt to draw out your pleasure as long as possible, and a series of whimpers left your mouth as you came.

She was right there as you began your descent, holding you close and pleasuring you consistently as your body shook and jolted in her grasp. “That’s it baby, that’s it. You did so well for me. My good girl.” She took a shaky breath to calm herself. “You’re gonna come and you’re gonna fall right asleep after. My sweet girl needs my cum to fall asleep, doesn’t she?” Ellie asked through a groan and you just nodded sleepily.

You were all but passed out as she spoke to you, your brain lightyears away after your long orgasm. She gave a few more slow and firm thrusts before she groaned deeply into your neck.

Ellie panted into your neck as she came down and brushed some hair from your face so she could kiss your cheek softly.

“So tired , wanna sleep Els,” you mumbled softly.

Ellie simply chuckled , still slightly out of breath. “I know, baby. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Her arms wrapped back around your middle and you blinked slowly a few times as sleep finally came over you. Your whole body was warm and her strap was still inside of you when you drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Safe from any harm, safe in the arms of your lover.

[charli3emily]

I HATE MY LORD OF THE FLIES INTREST/srs

This is a rant post but I get so sick of this intrest sometimes. It's not the media itself it's the fact that it make it hard for me to function sometimes. When I read it I thought it would be like the other books I would fixate on for a bit then get over but instead I got an almost 2 year long intrest that would take over my life. I wish I could like it normally without it being kn my mind 24/7. It just sucks sometimes but there's nothing I can really do about it.

[keepthedelta]

Hi Delta, what do you mean that Lewis was always more weirder about Nico during their careers? Because I totally agree with you. My older brother, who was quite into F1 since early 2010, used to tell me about these two, who were not teammates but were always together. Nowadays, he is not so into the sport anymore. He says there is no passion and the drivers play too much PR.

okay it's a totally personal opinion, but when you look at their actions when they were racing and after nico's retirement, i think lewis is the one who comes across as a bit weirder. it's stuff like the whole "i don't remember when i met nico that's the sort of thing you remember about your lady" thing, even though he had literally already written it in his book. it's the fact that when things first started getting nasty between them, nico's media line was "yes, there will always be a certain level of respect rooted in that friendship" while lewis went "well we're not friends". and after lewis said that, iirc there was a journalist that asked about their history together and lewis got very quiet and a bit lost and a bit emotional and didn't really have an answer. there was a time when lewis was asked by a journalist how he and nico had changed since they were children, and lewis said "well he's married now" (he did also follow that up with and i'm almost married, so i think some of it was about nicole scherzinger, but i think it's interesting that his response was about their personal lives).

and i think the way lewis has defined their relationship over the years is interesting. he's gone from talking about nico in his book to pretending he doesn't remember how they met to saying they're not friends to saying they were best friends to saying they were never friends. the story has changed so many times from him, while nico has generally been quite consistent about it. and although people think of nico as the one who can't stop talking about their relationship now, when they were racing together, lewis was the one largely defining the relationship to the media. nico mostly stuck to pr line "it's complicated" etc. while lewis was telling them that nico watched him swim in the pool and then came down to talk to him. and while this is something that had definitely happened at some point (i think they mentioned it in 2013), i personally have my doubts that it happened in 2016. lewis said that to the media just after baku i believe, which was where he fucked his quali astronomically and destroyed his drivers room he was so annoyed with himself. niki lauda said that they were barely talking and wouldn't even say the others name in the garage, so while it's very possible that they were trying to ignore each other at work and being desperately weird at home, i think it's equally possible that lewis was making the whole thing up to make the relationship seem better than it was (but also in a way that positioned nico as the weird one).

and then there's all the ways lewis tries not to say nico's name or acknowledge their friendship. when he was talking about coming to monaco for the first time on some british tv show he said he came to visit "a frien - someone i used to kn - a friend". like, someone is clearly not over that whole relationship. and when talking about having harder teammates than max verstappen, he can mention george and valtteri and jenson and fernando, all people he's beaten, but not the only teammate to beat him to a championship? and his excuse of "oh i've just had so many teammates" well you managed to name everyone except nico and lets face it that was not an accident. he put effort into not saying nico's name, and not talking about their relationship. meanwhile nico can say that they're neutral and that lewis gives his daughters presents at christmas because he has totally accepted their relationship and their history for what it is in a way that i don't think lewis has.

and i do agree with your brother, there's way too much pr now. i don't need the drivers to be physically fighting each other on the track but i think the way everyone has to pretend to be best friends is frustrating. it's a sport, and these are competitors, and if the fans are expected to have sports feelings about it then the actual athletes are also going to have sports feelings about their own careers. pretending otherwise is both boring, and almost insulting to the viewer. i know it's for marketing purposes, but most of the people watching are adults who can conceptualise people in competition with each other, even if they're on the same team, not being best friends.

[covid-safer-hotties]

I have two (mostly) unrelated mask questions.

Firstly, given the phrase I keep hearing recently that covid "spreads like smoke," is it a sign that my N95 isn't working if I can smell someone's cigarette smoke or vape mist through it?

Secondly, if one wanted to switch from disposable N95s to an elastomeric mask for the purposes of daily wear at an in-person job, how do the protocols for filter reuse work? Can you use the same filter multiple days in a row? Can you do the brown-bag disinfection thing and swap in a different filter each day? Do you need to clean the mask somehow in between each use?

Thank you for any info you may have, I appreciate it.

You can smell things through a mask because many smells are caused by vapors. If you wanted to block vapors, you'd need a P100 elastomeric with specialized cannisters. Covid (and other viruses) spread via aerosols, which are small particles, water droplets that are ~micron sized. Those are caught in the tangled, electostatically charged mesh that makes up a quality mask.

Elastomeric fikters really vary in reuse depending on design and use, but they all typically last much longer for airborne disease prevention than, say, construction work (what they're often rated for). And they all last longer than disposable KN- or N95 masks because the filter media does not make contact with your face, reducing contamination from sweat and skin oils. I've never changed the filters in my MSA elastomeric because it uses splash-proof cannisters, and they still look as clean as the day I got them inside. My flomask, however, becomes visibly dirty after two or so days of extended use, and I change the filter then. If I'm just going to the Asian food market or something quick like a doctor's visit, I can usually reuse that filter for weeks on end, changing it when I see any spots begin to form from spit, sweat, dirt, etc. You should always wipe down your elastomeric after use and clean it with a mild disinfectant if you wear it daily ever couple-few days depending on how sweaty/oily you get. There should be instructions for cleaning included with your elastomeric. Each uses different materials, so the cleaning instructions will vary.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Forever My Ariel

Gifs not mine

AN: Don't ever let people discourage you from making your dreams come true and if you haven't seen The Little Mermaid, go see it!

Synopsis: The trailer has just been released for your first feature film and the secret has finally been revealed. However not everyone is happy that you were chosen for the role of Ariel in The Little Mermaid

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Famous!Reader

Always thankful for my loves @hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 💕

Warnings: mention of racism

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As you were scrolling through your timeline on different social media apps, the tears were steadily cascading down your cheeks and hitting your pillow that was covered by a white satin pillowcase.

You were so excited that your trailer for your acting debut had finally gotten released at midnight and you were incredibly proud of yourself. You had stepped out of your comfort zone and got into acting since you were primarily known for singing with your older sister. 

The Little Mermaid had been one of your favorite movies growing up and now that you had an opportunity to play her was a dream come true. Even though you did have to audition for the role, they approached you first telling you that they wanted for you to play Ariel. 

Then seeing you sing Part of Your World had everyone’s mind set.

They had found their Ariel. 

What you didn't expect was the backslash and people being up in arms simply because….

You were a black woman

Even though Ariel is a fictional character and also a mermaid who everyone knew not to be real, they didn’t mean the outrage was any less.  

One of the top trends on social media was 'Not My Ariel' and of course after you saw it, you had been crying ever since.

At midnight you had sent your boyfriend the trailer to watch on your instagram and he couldn’t stop saying how proud he was of you and now you were thinking that you might not have made the right decision regarding the role.

It was now later in the day and Jack was rehearsing for his upcoming CHTKMY tour and he was due to be back at your condo at any minute and the last thing that you wanted for him to see was you being upset.

You tried to wipe your face as best as you could when you suddenly heard the front door open.

“Shit.” You muttered and you knew that it was too late.

“Babe, where are you? Did you eat yet? I’m starving. Did you want…” Jack immediately stopped talking as he came into the bedroom and saw your tear stained cheeks and you furiously trying to wipe them away. 

“Um, no I didn’t. I’ll eat whatever you order. I don’t really feel like cooking anything tonight.” You said while shrugging and he immediately came over to you.

“Now you know you can’t hide those tears from me so what happened and how can I do my best to help fix it?” Jack asked as you were now sitting up and he quickly slid you onto his lap.

“It’s silly, baby. Don’t worry about it.” You answered trying to reassure him, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t having it. 

“It’s not silly if it has my girl upset.” Jack replied while kissing your cheek but all you did was shake your head.

All you did was sigh in response and you quickly went to lay your head on his shoulder and without warning, the tears started all over again.

“Baby, the last thing I want is to see you cry and you know that.”

You simply opened Twitter and handed him your phone so he could see the trending topics.

He immediately clicked on ‘Not My Ariel’ and began to scroll looking at the phone in disbelief at what people were saying about you.

“Why? Why are people so mean?” It almost came out as a whisper and Jack’s heart was breaking seeing you so upset.

“Because they have nothing else better to do. This doesn’t change anything, babe. I know you’re upset with good reason but the movie is finished and I know from the trailer that you did a damn good job and no one else they would’ve picked would’ve come close. Fuck them.”

“I worked my ass off for this.”

“I know and they can never take away how incredibly talented you are because everyone sees it. You’re amazing at what you do and people being racist fucks are never going to change that. And since when are mermaids based on real people? They could’ve made you blue and people would still find a reason to be upset and I would have still watched that shit.”

“Baby, this isn’t Avatar.”

“You get what I mean!”

“I do and I.. thank you for always being there for me when I need it.” You said while smiling up at him. 

“And you know that’s never going to change. I just…. It’s easier said than done but do not let them win. You’re letting them win by you allowing them to get you upset and that’s the last thing that we want or need. You’re amazing in your own right and no trending topic on Twitter is going to tell me otherwise. My baby is the shit and she’s everyone’s Ariel and I’ll kick anyone’s ass who disagrees with me.”

“I just… want everyone to love my performance in this just as much as I do.”

“And they will and I’m going to need for you to stop worrying what people think about you all the time. If you know that you did your best that is literally the only thing that matters. Haters are always going to be there, but while you’re over here making millions, what is their ass doing but sitting at home and hating from a social media app?”

“That’s true.” You said while nodding your head and agreeing with him.

“For now, I’m keeping your phone because the last thing I want is for you to be scrolling looking at unnecessary outta pocket shit that people are saying.”

“But what if….”

“No, if it’s something important I’ll give it back to you, but other than that no. We’re ordering food and having a movie night and no social media.” Jack was soothingly rubbing your back as you tried to scoot yourself closer to him if that was even possible.

“I want chinese and what are we watching?”

“The Little Mermaid of course and anything my baby wants, she gets.”

“Fine, but I’m singing the entire time.” You said while finally smiling up at him.

“Oh, so I get early access?”

“You always get early access, just don’t tell anyone because they might get jealous.” You answered while leaning over to kiss him and pinching his cheek.

—

It was now premiere night and you were extremely nervous and kept fiddling with your dress trying to smooth away any imaginary wrinkles that might be there.

Jack noticed and quickly went up to you and grabbed both of your hands to get you to stop.

“It’s going to be fine, baby. Remember what I told you.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up at any minute.” You said while feeling extremely overwhelmed and your eyes were starting to brim with tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Breathe for me and relax. I’m right here and I will be here with you the entire time. I’m not leaving your side for the entire night.”

“Promise? I… I….”

“Shhh…. I promise, baby. You got this. Now everyone is about to see why you were the perfect person for this role and no one else. Take some deep breaths for me.”

You did as you were told as you heard Jack taking deep breaths with you and you could feel that your heart rate was now finally starting to slow down. You focused on your breathing and holding Jack’s hands to help ground you as he massaged small circles on yours.

This was something that he always did for you when you were nervous before an event.

Jack knew how your anxiety was and his priority was always making sure you were okay. 

“I love you, you know that right?” Jack asked you and you couldn’t help but to immediately smile at him.

“I love you too, more than I can put into words.”

“You feel any better?”

You simply nodded and smiled as you reached up to hug him and he quickly embraced you back and leaned down to give you several kisses. 

“I just… I know I say it all the time but I love you so much and the way you support me is just…”

“Oh no, babe Deidre is going to kill me if I make you cry because of how long it took for her to do your makeup. You can cry after! But you do the exact same thing for me. We’re always going to show up and support each other no matter what.”

“Always, nothing about that is going to change.”

“Now come on so I can sing all the songs and give a Grammy winning performance. Been waiting months for this!” Jack said and you immediately laughed as he took your hand and the two of you began to make your way downstairs in order to head to the theater where the premiere was being held. 

As promised, Jack didn’t leave your side for the entire night and would give your hand occasional squeezes to let you know he was there for whatever you needed him for. 

“Now it’s time for people to see why you’re forever going to be my Ariel.” Jack whispered to you once the two of you were finally settled in your seats and the movie was getting ready to play. 

Jack held your hand the entire time just like he promised and would periodically look over at you and smile

He was amazed at how well you did, but not surprised

He knew that you had it in you from the very beginning

When the credits of the movie started rolling, you were startled by everyone erupting in applause and giving you a standing ovation as you made your way up to the stage to say a few words. 

You couldn’t help but to cry looking out at the crowd and seeing how so many people were supportive of you and that they love it just as much as you did.

When the applause finally died down, you were doing your best to hide your tears before you spoke.

“I… I knew I was going to cry but damn. Just… thank you.” You said and heard laughter while you finally wiped away the rest of your tears.

“Words cannot even form a sentence of how grateful I was for this opportunity and so many amazing people had a hand in making that happen. I’m so happy that Disney trusted me along with everyone involved in the cast and crew to make Ariel come to life and I just want everyone to love this film as much as I loved making it. Never let anyone deter you from making your dreams become a reality. I remember being little and seeing the original film for the first time and now look, twenty something years later and I get to bring her to life on the big screen. I’m not just Ariel for some people and not others, and my boyfriend had to tell me that. I am everyone’s Ariel and I am so damn proud of stepping out of my comfort zone and letting little girls who look like me know that they can do this too.” 

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yourinstagramname: always thankful that you get to be a part of my world and me in yours 💕

jackharlow: forever and always. so proud of you. you did amazing just like I knew you would.

yungmiami305: bitch you made me cry when I watched it even if I knew what was going to happen lol

neelamthadhani: job well done! I knew they picked the perfect person for this role!

maggieharlow: you were a literal dream the entire time. you didn't just play Ariel. YOU ARE ARIEL.

urbanwyatt: I see Jack is dressed like the ocean and ready to dive in yourinstagramname 😏

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt you are always so outta pocket, I CANNOT but yes. I agree lol

yourinstagramename: thank you so much everyone, you have no idea how much this means to me

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jackharlow: Forever My Ariel 💕

yourinstagramname: jackharlow loveee you now how many times have you watched the movie? lmao

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname this might be number six

jackharlow: not the both of you shaming me. my baby did amazing 🥰

urbanwyatt: and keeps asking me to refill the snacks so he can continue

neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt I'm joining so bring me some popcorn too

urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani imma start charging yall asses for this. I am making one more trip and that's it!

druski2funny: why didn't anyone invite me to the party?

yourinstagramname: druski2funny because you don't like to answer your phone

druski2funny: yourinstagramname but I'm here now!

jackharlow: druski2funny your ass is about to be late to your own funeral

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yourinstagramname: this is what a mermaid named Ariel looks like 😘

jackharlow: you got damn right and I don't wanna hear any negative shit! my baby did that!

lolabrooke: don't play wit her, don't play wit her

yoursistersinstagramname: my little mermaid 😍

yournamesource: forever our Ariel!!

yourbestfriend: she did what needed to be done and left no muthafuckin crumbs!

yournamesource: I need a sequel and idc what that shit is about. we just need to see you on the big screen more.

yourinstagramname: yournamesource something is getting revealed soon lol stay tuned

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for slowly ghosting a fwb instead of confronting him when I found out he's been stalking people again?

He (twenties, M) and I (twenties, X) knew each other from college. He's genuinely a fun guy. Also, a cis person being into you as a nonbinary person (as your gender, not despite it) in a non-fetishy way is frankly too powerful. So yeah, we started talking more some time after graduation, and it turned into a digital-only friends-with-benefits situation.

I was wary of him in college, but willing to give him a second chance. It was an open secret among our friend group that he'd stalked a couple of people he was into in college -- resulting in court ordered therapy and a restraining order and everything. I was still mentally/emotionally recovering from an abusive relationship years prior that the ex stalked me after for a few years. So you can see why it was a big deal that I gave this distant friend another chance, willing to get as close to him as I did. I guess I thought that like, the therapy had worked?

Well, fast forward to us being close after college. He doesn't know that I know about his previous two times getting nearly expelled for stalking people. I have not told him anything about my years-ago abusive relationship, but it's possible he has some awareness of it due to mutual friends. I kept firm with a boundary that he will have no more specific geographic information about me than my city, and he's certainly never learning my address. He has no way to know about my more "personal" social media like Tumblr. I am protecting myself.

But a few months into us being fwb and having fun and me repeatedly asserting my boundaries regarding irl interaction. He complains to me that someone is claiming that he's stalking them. I casually ask about the situation, assert that yeah what he's doing is shitty, he should stop, and it does sound like stalking (even though he insists it isn't). We never talk about it again.

He started showing up in my trauma nightmares, and suddenly the second chance I gave him seems like a terrible idea. So, over the next few months, I make a planned retreat. I respond less frequently, less promptly, and with less emotion. I planned out my strategy by the week to look like a natural loss of interest, or a natural "got busy with other stuff."

My logic is that he clearly has not learned to stop stalking people. I am not willing to continue exposing myself to that personal risk. But I am also not willing to say "I refuse to remain friends with an unrepentant stalker." I'm afraid that if I do that, he will get the wrong lesson: that he needs to never admit to any other friend what he's done, or else he'll lose them. The right lesson obviously would be: don't follow people to their houses after they've cut contact and don't send them letters asking whether they're living alone again yet, what the fuck. I am afraid that if I tell him why I'm ghosting, he will simply never talk about this pattern ever again, thus removing the ability of future friends like me to make informed decisions about who they're spending their time with.

We're now one year into when I fully ended contact. I did not block him. I still get two texts a week from him -- sometimes "are you okay" sometimes life updates, usually just "hey". He has made no indications that he has visited the city where I live, thank god. I have not explained to any of our mutual friends what I did. I have not talked to anyone, not my therapist not my spouse, about what I did. I am not going to speak to him again, but I am not going to block him, because I need my cutting contact to look natural.

So yeah. AITA for not making a bigger deal of his continued stalking of other people? In my mind I'm protecting myself, and reducing the likelihood he'll start hiding his nature from future friends, so this way they can be informed and protect themselves as needed. But AITA for lowkey ghosting him instead of having a serious conversation about his behavior? I know he sucks. I just don't know if I also suck.

What are these acronyms?

[blog-sekai]

Unit Introduction: TECH IT OUT!!!

An unlikely friend group aspire to be the next big thing for their local music scene...

*this is all text & pretty long sorry 😭

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About TECH IT OUT!!!:

They thought about using some leetspeak in their unit name ("T3CH 1T OUT" - 3 human members, 1 AI member) but decided against it because it sounded kinda cheesy

Most of their performances are as emcees or DJ's, but they're working to change that!

Their style/genre is pretty obvious lol: techno, disco/rave, anything with bass you can hear 3 blocks away.

if my 3 fan units were that misery/cpr/Reece's puffs mashup, they'd be the Reece's puffs part

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"If it's difficult, that means it must be good for you, right..?"

Jamie Polaris

Birthday: March 31

Height: 5'6" / 167cm

Hobbies: Robotics, Calligraphy

Specialty: Cosplay/Crossplay

Favorite Food: Breakfast Sandwiches

Least Favorite Food: Sweets

Dislikes: Dresses & Skirts

Jamie has the least traditional music knowledge, but she learns very quickly. She picked up a programming class when she was younger on a whim, and has since gotten exceptionally good at it. Her pet program, PRISM, eventually achieved full sentience/sapience - their dynamic is similar to "childhood friends." She's very uncomfortable with most feminine things as they relate to her/other's expectations of her, and prefers to wear clothes that are baggy or androgynous/masculine.

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"I would appreciate it if you took my person-hood a bit more seriously."

PRISM

Birthday: June 23

Height: In SEKAI, it is 5'5" / 165cm (it doesn't have a body in the [real world] at this time)

Hobbies: Meditation, Sci-Fi Shows/Media

Specialty: Retaining Information

Favorite Food: Unknown

Least Favorite Food: Unknown

Dislikes: Uncleanliness

PRISM likes to try new things, at least as much as it can without a body - which is why it's constantly pestering Jamie to build it one. It has a particular affinity for a certain sci-fi show, likely due to one of the characters. It feels a sort of kinship to the virtual singers, and has considered debuting as one in the past. In SEKAI, PRISM has a normal human body, and it takes full advantage of that to try different things "in person." Jamie brings it lots of different snacks.

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"Rules are made to be broken, anyway! Let's get out of here!"

Emerson Scott

Birthday: December 12

Height: 5'6" / 167cm

Hobbies: Studying, Hacktivism

Specialty: Never Getting Lost

Favorite Food: Kettle Corn

Least Favorite Food: Tomatoes

Dislikes: Cooking

Emerson and Jamie are unlikely friends who connected over getting a very stubborn raspberry pi to emulate snes games. Emerson comes from a powerful family, so there are a lot of expectations and pressure. Because of this, she stays up late to pursue her own passions and hobbies as well as explore the city. She has a well-cultivated sense of style, but for those who know her well, it doesn't seem to suit her very much.

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"Let's live it up, at least for tonight. Isn't that what youth is about anyway?"

Alice Hooks

Birthday: August 24

Height: 5'2" / 157cm

Hobbies: Reading, Ballet

Specialty: Voice Control

Favorite Food: Pickled Vegetables

Least Favorite Food: Pasta

Dislikes: Strangers

Alice started her transition a few years ago; the current school year is right after making it "official" with documentation and things. She's experienced bullying in the past, so she tends to keep a distance from her classmates unless they connect really well on something. Alice and her younger brother have taken music lessons since they were both very little, so her sense of rhythm is unparalleled.

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Unit SEKAI: Circuit-board

Unit virtual singers:

Miku

In Sekai, she's dressed for a night out clubbing! The only thing she loves more than hitting the dance floor is the late-night stop at a cafe or convenience store to refuel and re-hydrate. She has the uncanny ability to know how others are feeling.

Len

Despite is size, he's actually a bouncer, and takes it very seriously. Len wants everyone to have a good time, and has an eye for when things might get out of hand. Miku trusts him to know where the best clubs are, and often gifts him snacks as thanks.