#lust for harry campaign

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Give it up Sussex Sewer. Women are not attracted to feckless eunuchs.

MEgain! Stop trying to make 'lust for Harry' happen. It's not going to happen!

Fight White Power!!✊👍🏿

[misfitwashere]

“We did not do well”: MAGA admits Kamala Harris broke Donald Trump

And all the King’s horses and all the King’s men won’t put him together again

By Brian Karem

Published September 12, 2024 9:00AM (EDT)

Beware the prosecutor who smiles. Be wary of the cornered sewer rat who feels threatened.

That sums up the contentious presidential debate between Vice President Kamala Harris and former president and convicted felon Donald Trump in Philadelphia Tuesday night. At every turn, she brilliantly laid out bait that he couldn’t resist. By the end of the night, he was the cornered sewer rat – and he knew it. His closing speech was just a volcano of rage spewing at an opponent who had just thoroughly destroyed him. 

Harris proved beyond all reasonable doubt she was presidential. Trump again proved he is not.

The Republicans, curiously, find themselves in the same position Democrats were in following the last debate.

Then, on Wednesday the nation took a breath from the divisive politics of the day to remember our fellow Americans who died 23 years ago in the most infamous act of terrorism ever perpetrated against our country. Democrats and Republicans, political rivals and enemies for a brief moment acknowledged what the rest of us face on a daily basis; we are all in it together.

If only Donald Trump and his minions understood and practiced that ideal. But, as my dad used to say, “wish in one hand and s**t in the other and see which one fills up first.” Political realities these days, being an inexhaustible source of feculence, ensure that at least one hand is filled at all times with an undesirable solid waste disposal project – and usually it is courtesy of Donald J. Trump. Five minutes after a somber ceremony in Pennsylvania honoring those who died, Trump was back grifting; asking for money and calling Harris a Marxist.

Trump dabbles in the devious, delights in the disingenuous and hopes to destroy with deception. Being decrepit and a demonically driven demagogue, he has only been successful in duplicity with those who cannot differentiate between fact and fiction. 

The debate was a total debacle for Donald Trump

Immediately following Tuesday’s debate (just think of how far we’ve come since Trump debated Biden in June) Trump again declared victory – saying in emails to his supporters that he destroyed the Harris campaign, while Harris issued an email declaring she had done the same to Trump.

The only thing both camps agree on, seemingly, is that the moderators sucked. I gave both moderators much better grades than their counterparts at CNN during the first debate. ABC News’ David Muir and Linsey Davis actually fact-checked both candidates in real time. Democrats thinks Trump got too much time to talk and was never muted. The right thinks Trump was fact-checked too often and the moderators sided with Harris. The fact that both sides have complaints about the moderators is an indication that they did a better job than their CNN predecessors. Muir was good at fact-checking Trump on the false claim of Haitian immigrants eating pets and pinning Trump down on his 2020 election loss. Davis was really good at getting Trump to shut up when he rambled. Trump and his supporters complained that he was fact-checked more than Harris, but that’s merely an admission that he lied more often than she did.

I covered the Trump administration daily for four years. I came to know him as an unprincipled man of greed, lust and carnal desires that continue to rule him and thus make him unfit for office. As Harris said Tuesday night, he’s a disgrace.

A year ago, I was not a fan of the vice president. I served as the pool reporter on a trip through Los Angeles and noted how laughably inept the staged visit was. I noted that she looked like a local city council member making an appearance rather than the person who was only a heartbeat away from the presidency. Worst of all, she simply wasn’t impressive when she spoke. 

Harris has grown considerably in her role since then. 

Her acceptance speech at the Democratic National Convention was impressive. Though she ad-libbed next to nothing of that speech, she delivered an impassioned call to voters to turn the page on Donald Trump and his outlandish, outmoded thinking. Tuesday night was impressive on another level – she proved not only that she could think on her feet, but she nailed the issues. From the beginning, when she forced Trump to shake hands to her closing when she charted a course for America that resonated, she owned Trump. She looked right at him with the gaze of a prosecutor as she called Trump out, and she looked out at the audience as if we were the jury as she made a plea for a better nation. 

Trump couldn’t offer a complete answer to any policy question. The closest he came was saying he had a “concept” of an idea for healthcare after nine years of dealing with the subject. I guess he was channeling his inner George Costanza. He never said how he could end the wars in either Gaza or Ukraine - though he claimed he would do both. Finally, he failed to explain why he called GOP lawmakers to kill a bipartisan immigration bill while he continued to try and campaign on the issue.  Harris nailed him there when she said he “wanted to run on a problem rather than fixing the problem.”

Trump failed to understand the abortion issue and why women are so upset that men get to make choices about their bodies when women cannot. Again, Harris nailed him on that. Davis as moderator asked Trump why women should trust him. He couldn’t answer that. Harris reminded everyone how unconscionable Trump was and that “one does not have to abandon their faith or deeply held beliefs to agree: The government and Donald Trump certainly should not be telling a woman what to do with her body.” At that point in time, they should’ve sent in a coroner to check for Trump’s vital signs. He was dead in the water.

Mind you, Trump didn’t know who was running the Taliban (Abdul?) and when Harris said he was manipulated by flattery from international leaders who laughed at him, he could only say that Viktor Orban loved him. 

At the end of the day, even Trump staffers were quietly talking about the fiasco.

Trump is ultimately blind to what America is, and only attracts those who are willing to give up their independence to him and believe that despite whatever facts are available to the contrary – Donald is the only truth-teller.

Of course, to Donny Darko, a day in the life of an immigrant in the U.S. is to wake up in jail, get your transgender operation before you have your dogmeat breakfast, then take over Seattle or a small town in Ohio before you chow down on your favorite feline for dinner.

Bless his heart.

Donald Trump is many things. He is rude, crude, socially unacceptable, inflammatory and demonstrative. He constantly called the U.S. a failing nation, said only he could fix it and that world leaders (who laugh at him) are so afraid of him that if he isn’t let back into the Oval Office, World War III will ensue. 

To Harris’s credit, she never took the bait, even as he clumsily tried to talk about race. “Same old lies,” was all she could muster, in between laughs. “Now that’s extreme,” she laughed off his absurd claims about immigrants eating dogs. 

At the end of the day, even Trump staffers were quietly talking about the fiasco. “Down ballot Republicans are very angry and worried,” one Trump staffer told me. “We did not do well.” That was certainly the reason why Trump appeared in the “spin room” to talk to reporters after the debate. He was trying to shore up the press response to a horrible outing. It didn’t work.

The question, of course, is did this debate move the needle at all?  

The Republicans, curiously, find themselves in the same position the Democrats were in following the last debate. Trump is seen as old, out of touch and delusional. When Harris mentioned that Trump was still having “a hard time processing” the fact that he lost the last election, to many people she was speaking directly to a loss of mental capacity. “World leaders are laughing at you,” she said to his face. Dictators, “would eat you for lunch,” she chided. And then, she used his own catchphrase against him when she said “81 million people fired you.” He was a crushed lunatic. A cornered sewer rat. She reminded everyone that 200 former Republicans, including some of the highest members of the former Trump administration had endorsed her. He could only lamely say they were all bad people. 

But does it matter? For the Trump cult, nothing has nor apparently will it ever make a difference. He consistently polls between 42-44 percent of the electorate who will vote for him. If that number drops below 42 percent in the next few weeks, then Trump is done. 

The better chance, of course, is that of the two candidates on stage in Philadelphia Tuesday, only Kamala Harris did what she had to do to reach the fabled undecided voters. “I could see her as the president of the United States,” an undecided voter who is a friend of mine told me after watching the debate. “I didn’t see her that way before.” As for Trump, “He’s a lost ball in the high weeds,” I was told.

Nope. He’s the cornered sewer rat. Norm Ornstein, an American political scientist and an emeritus scholar at the American Enterprise Institute, a Washington, D.C., conservative think tank, said on Mary Trump’s “Nerd Avengers” show Tuesday night that a damaged Trump is still a very dangerous Trump. “We cannot rest. We cannot give an inch. Don’t let them get away with the stuff they will try to get away with.”

The Republicans themselves understand the desperation. Though they are at the same place the Democrats were in June, they are well past their national convention and cannot switch candidates as easily as the Democrats did after Biden’s lackluster performance in the June debate. In short, the Republicans are stuck with Donald Trump. Desperation is mounting as the GOP sees its chances to dominate either the Senate or the House dwindling. 

That makes Trump and his minions more dangerous by the day. 

“We cannot pretend he is not one of the most dangerous people we’ve encountered in American history. He doesn’t care about any of us,” his niece Mary Trump said. 

Be wary of that sewer rat.

[shivstar]

Sirius, Peter and Remus

Though I dislike Wolfstar to an absolute unhealthy degree, I will admit that I can see two man who feel like total losers for being absolutely nothing in their thirties, one due to circumstances and other due to his woe is me attitude, finding solace in each other's arms on purely physical way. I can actually see a benifit arrangements happening.

But nothing emotional. Because they can never trust each other. Remus because after so many years thinking and believing that Sirius is a responsible for all things gone wrong, his subconscious works that way now. And Sirius because however much a good person you are, at the end of the day he will always be a little resentful at being the one who suffered so much for no reason at all.

But what I absolutely can't stand is -

Gaslight campaign to make us believe that Sirius was lusting/crushing over Lupin since their teenage days

That Sirius chased Lupin while the other played hard to get.

That Sirius wore Remus down and that they actually dated post Hogwarts.

Because all this takes away Sirius's core personality in itself. I will explain it ----

We see him being a passive aggressive friend with Peter. Although I never propagate the idea that Peter was stupid idiot because a person who played so many people like fickle can never be anything but creatively intelligent. But Peter has his moments where he due to reasons and situations hid his own self and went on to present himself as what he thinks other wants him to be.

In poa, he acted remorseful and apologetic to get sympathy. In swm, he becomes a cheerleader to James whose core personality is being an arrogant asshole to almost everyone except Sirius.

He is the most Slytherin-like Gryffindor to ever exist. In school he needed James to survive, not because he was stupid Or needed help with study but because he was absolutely low on social status. His social skills left too much to be desired. So a kid Peter really admired how easy it comes to James to be so charming. That admiration turned to hero worship.

As an adult, he bets his everything on Voldy's win because again he wished to be unharmed and be on the wining side.

So, I hc that Sirius sees Peter's potential. His intelligence. (Common guys why do people forgot that irrespective of who helped him, he himself achieved animagus magic as a 5th year.) He is truly deserving to be one forth of marauder and was not part of it out of pity.

Anyway, Sirius hated that Peter just becomes this fangirl of James. He finds that creepy because he thinks that everyone should have their own agency. He is a guy who ran away when he felt that he was loosing his own agency in grimmauld.

By that logic, Sirius's ideal partner will have to have their own agency and not be influenced by anything that is not their own moral and ethical rules.

But Remus's entire personality is surrounded by his being a werewolf. He has a dual persona. First where every decision and shortcoming in his life, he blames on his condition, giving birth to self pity. While on the other hand where he suppress and hides his creature side as if it is not even there. Which makes him want to make everyone believe that he is a good guy who does good things.

If i have to compare him to anyone in real world, I will say he is like a person with internalized homophobia.

He has an aspect to his personality which he can not change, either just supress and believe that it is not there or just allow himself that space and accept that yes I am like this and it is just how I am.

We see him being troubled by his lycanthrophy but his mental attitude is that of a person who has not yet accepted his condition and made adjustments to live a comparatively happy life. Proof is him blaming Snape for losing his job instead of coming forward and taking the blame in what happened the night prior or asking harry if he and his friends are alright because he a responsible adult who forgot to take his potion and might as well have killed three school aged kids. But no, the entire conversation is him looking for sympathy from a kid who was severely traumatized just the previous night.

It will not come as a big shock to me if the golden trio had ptsd from that night. If they had a phobia of werewolves because one was about to kill them.

In real life people loose limbs in accident, get paralysis, we see people on both ends of spectrum in dealing and accepting their situation and in between.

Lupin proves that any amount of time is insufficient for him to just forgive himself for an event that happened in his childhood which changed his life forever.

And this is the biggest thing that makes me repulsed seeing Sirius paired with Remus- propagating the belief that the best Sirius can do during his peak- pre azkaban days- is being with a person whose hate for himself oozes out of his pours.

A person who can never love himself can never love others. so Wolfstar at best can be a lust story (unbelievable as canon Remus is not all that attractive in physical or emotional or mental level) and at worst a toxic story where Remus gaslights the shit out of Sirius and abuses him behind closed doors. Both physically and emotionally. And presents to be the picture perfect bf in front of society.

[I will definitely love to read a story where Sirius agrees to give it a try when Remus, his close friends reveals his feelings, although he was never attracted to or interested himself in being in a relationship with Remi. Soon, Remus begins using his manipulation techniques and gaslight tools to trap Sirius. It continues for a year or two but somehow he finds that he is abused and gets out of this relationship and then finds his way in life. Etc. ]

I can totally picture Lupin as an abusive partner or husband or father even. In fact i hc that had they both have survived, tonks would have found herself part of a very stressful marriage.

And actually this is not an attack on people who love to read the ship, my beef is that one ship has overpowered entire fandom that we never see Sirius with anyone else as if it is a crime.

It would have been good as a medium fans ship but the large traction makes their fanon characteristics becoming a rule of thumb.

He deserves better than a person who will depend on him financially and emotionally. He deserves to be cared for and cherished and protected and not always having to be the strong one, the one who keeps on apologising for his belief and reasons.

[cyarsk52-20]

I sincerely believe & have spent sometime, not too much, thinking more deeply abt this, based on my lived & prof exp as a BlkWomn w WhiteWomen, specifically I believe it’s jealousy & fear of jealousy If she became POTUS & was So fukin good at it, after HUNDREDS of yrs,(thread 1/10)

… one of us, a BlkWomn, born to immigrant parents, Brilliant, Kind, FUNNY, Likable, Talented, Thoughtful, MENTOR so many & any, Loving, Fine AF, knows how to pass legislation, knows how to get shit done, isn’t afraid to work, pushes her team(s) & others to greatness 2/10

How dare a BlkWomn, esp one like her, have the audacity to think she could usher in healing over this nation after so long being the broodmare & bottom rung servant How DARE a BlkWomn like HER attempt to *shame a nation of WHITENE$$ She refused to be silenced or silent 3/10

Many did follow fashion, they saw the fun & excitement of the Harris-Walz campaign It made for exciting tv & community building FEELS, the BlkWomn was teaching & reaching out to this country, to say let’s be in community together, let’s start again knowing we have work to 4/10

…but that we CAN* do it She dared to challenge a nation that systematically & historically abused HER misused HER lied to & about HER ++++ to be better, to grow, to change, to heal & thrive We know what her policies ARE They know IT too But to embrace & accept it 🤔 5/10

No way Or maybe way I hope we’ll know someday & I want folk to have done better than what that map tell us I’m weary in hope tho Too many WW don’t know how to BE in community w us bc as a collective* they’re not in community w themselves & it hurts us all No shade 6/10

And too many WM objectify/hate/lust for & about BlkWomn Too many don’t respect our Minds our Bodies or our Gangsta Kamala made them see her & by extension many of us as Human, as a Collective, as Strong & Capable In sum, OurGoodSis inspired the nation & the world and 7/10

WHITENESS & GREED could not stand for that 8/10

As I’ve said, I don’t believe that map but I trust history I know Universe will soon reveal Herself & we all in our own way have to engage & prayerfully survive in tact I don’t love this country right now & that’s bt me & MyGodDess One thing I do know is if She 9/10

come back outside & call on me Ima go see what she want & do whatever it is to the best of my abilities Because she made me Dream BIG & Care again, I trust her & believe in her We must tell HERStory often, boldly, w truth & care, for evermore 💜🖤💜 10/10

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

CONCLAVE (2024)

Starring Ralph Fiennes, Stanley Tucci, John Lithgow, Sergio Castellitto, Isabella Rossellini, Lucian Msamati, Carlos Diehz, Brían F. O'Byrne, Merab Ninidze, Thomas Loibl, Jacek Koman, Rony Kramer, Valerio Da Silva, Joseph Mydell, Vincenzo Failla, Garrick Hagon, Merab Ninidze, Madhav Sharma, Loris Loddi, Roberto Citran, Antonio Toma and Balkissa Maiga.

Screenplay by Peter Straughan.

Directed by Edward Berger.

Distributed by Focus Features. 110 minutes. Rated PG.

Who would have imagined that one of the most intriguing and suspenseful films of this year would be about a bunch of cardinals sequestered in the Vatican to vote on a new Pope? In fact, intriguing and suspenseful is not giving Conclave its full due. This is simply one of the best films of the year. Don’t be surprised to see it on a bunch of best films of the year lists and also for it to get a whole bunch of award nominations.

It's that good. Who would have guessed?

Again, it was about a bunch of cardinals in the Vatican. Blessed are the believers, indeed.

Conclave is based on the novel by Robert Harris and shows us – very forcefully and at the same time very subtly – that some very devout and proper people can still have some skeletons in their closets. In fact, pretty much everyone here, and they are mostly good and spiritual followers of Christ, has some serious secrets which they are not willing to allow to see the light of day.

Many of the deadly sins – lust, greed, pride, envy and wrath – all show up at different points in the story. (Gluttony and sloth don’t seem to be on the menu but give it time.) The final twist – which I will certainly not spoil – is not even on that deadly sins scale and may even go too far afield dramatically for a chunk of the film’s potential audience. Yet somehow it does make a certain strange sense for the story.

Even arguably the most devout person of all – Cardinal Thomas Lawrence (Ralph Fiennes) – the man in charge of making sure the conclave runs smoothly and essentially the moral center of the story (assuming you don’t count the dead Pope) makes some dubious moves and forms some sketchy alliances. And yet you can tell he is doing these things for the right reasons.

Or is he?

The choosing of the Pope itself turns out to be oddly like an extremely solemn reality show. Cardinals take the lead in the votes, make alliances with (and against) each other, sabotage each other’s campaigns and as their secrets meet the light of day, they are basically voted off the island.

There is much more subterfuge and backstabbing than you would expect from such a serious pursuit, but that just points out the humanity of the process.

The acting here is unfailingly spectacular, particularly Fiennes, Stanley Tucci as a moderate cardinal and particularly Isabella Rossellini as a quiet but steely head nun, who is mostly ignored by the men, until she finally has to take some moral stands to keep the process going fairly. Seriously, Rossellini should definitely be in line for a Best Supporting Actress nominee.

Like I said earlier, don’t be surprised if that is only one of many Oscar nominations.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2024 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: October 23, 2024.

[darkmaga-returns]

It seems the justice system is overwhelmed by criminal cases involving illegals, and this puts Americans at risk of being short changed by that system.

What is even more astounding is the fact this crisis was created by the Democrat Party and was 50 years in the making, and yet half the voters still intend to vote Democrat.

Republicans made a mistake in judgment when they focuses on the shortcomings of candidate Kamala Harris and did not make this election an evaluation of the direction of her party. The party has become blatantly socialist, and from city hall to Congress, it is demanding Americans surrender freedom and accept government direction of their lives.

The poor among us are the first victims of socialism, for they are the first recruits in the revolution. Next, the middle class is reduced to poverty to support government’s handouts to the poor. And finally, a small number of Lords of the Manor take over and run the dictatorship in order to “restore order.”

President Lyndon B. Johnson’s “war on poverty” lost the war to poverty, and America is beginning to resemble Medieval Europe.

Right now Democrats are gathering in small groups to discuss how they can overturn this election and prevent Donald Trump from becoming president. Donald Trump is not the issue. The issue is Democrat insiders’ lust for absolute political power. The perpetual demeaning of Trump is just a tactic.

Many Americans feel the previous election outcome was corrupted by voting reforms and administrative changes in the process, that the security of ballots and the counting of the ballots was not handled property.

The people know Joe Biden did not campaign vigorously, and when he did appear in public, he could not attract a crowd. The people knew Donald Trump garnered millions of more votes in 2020 than he had received in 2016, clearly an endorsement of his presidency. And yet it was not enough, as the candidate who did not campaign received millions more votes than any other presidential candidate in history.

[considerourknowledge]

Harris Campaign Trying to Direct Attention Away From Biden's Problematic Child Eating

The Harris Campaign is in damage control mode after President Joe Biden ate several small children last night during a White House Halloween event. Rumors and conspiracy theories about Biden feasting on the blood and flesh of small children to sustain him were given credence last night when photos of him biting children who came trick-or-treating at the White House were released. Biden had curbed the dark practice of child eating over the past few months, given his desire not to jeopardize Kamala Harris' chances of beating Donald Trump, but the large crowds of children at the White House last night proved too much for Biden to ignore. "We tried so hard to keep him from going off and eating kids, but he was a wild man," said one Biden aide. "I knew this Halloween event was a mistake so close to the election." Biden will now spend the next few days in twilight slumber in the White House crypt so that his blood-lust won't further negatively affect the election for Harris.

[velvialifestylesummit]

The titanic speech of Leonardo DiCaprio to call for the change of America through the woman presidency of Kamala Harris should be tackled by the presidential recalibration of America to resolve the dilemmas of America via one presidency with credulous administration to perform the mandatory duties for the critical issues including the unsustainable living environment under poverty and stormy ravages and the uncontrolled living cost as well. However the refusal of Kamala Harris to quit from the fighting for the specious woman rights and the interest of minority population and the survival of the ordinary families after losing the presidential mandate of Democrats for 2024 may be labelled as the recalcitrant hallmark of Kamala Harris to confiscate the birth rights of new infants for which the difference between abortion and woman rights should be precisely defined by the constitution of America that abortion is a crime of artificial miscarriage which should not be considered as part of woman rights via unscrupulous copulations without consequential liabilities to look after the unwanted pregnancy of lustful behaviour. The recriminations of unborn babies tends to challenge the apathetic woman rights raised Elizabeth Warren for the so-called protection of abortion and reproductive freedom under constitution amendment of certain states such as Michigan in America. The crestfallen endorsement of Harrison Ford for Kamala Harris should at this time focus on the poor performance of Kamala Harris in tackling the stalemated fire zone in California. It suggests the desolation of unwanted babies should receive incessant funding support for the accommodation of the abandoned babies in America. The longstanding unsolicited abortion issue being politicalised via democratic putrescence was the scandalous campaign of Kamala Harris in misleading the female voters which should be redressed by Democrats. There is no space for the comeback of Kamala Harris to promote the reproductive freedom in 2028. The enthusiastic gesture of Kamala Harris to help run the new administration of Trump suggests the secretary of state as premier of America may be offered with prerequisite conditions to Kamala Harris in the light of the splitting momentum of America under war condition.

[dertaglichedan]

The Cheney Family Rule of Lawlessness

Looks like the (poisoned) apple didn’t fall far from the inveterate lying Cheney family tree.

Just as former Congresswoman Liz Cheney (RINO-DC) hits the campaign trail in the upper Midwest this week with Kamala Harris, new reports exposing Cheney’s conduct during her ironfisted rule of the January 6 Select Committee suggest the disgraced and bitter NeverTrumper may have committed several offenses in her lust to put Donald Trump behind bars.

Her recently disclosed interactions with the committee’s star witness Cassidy Hutchinson could very well represent federal crimes including tampering with a witness, suborning perjury, obstructing an official proceeding, and fabricating evidence.

Last week, a House subcommittee revealed encrypted text messages between Cheney and Hutchinson, a former aide to Chief of Staff Mark Meadows, prior to her explosive public testimony in the summer of 2022. House Administration's Subcommittee on Oversight Chairman Barry Loudermilk (R-Ga) said the texts demonstrate how Alyssa Farah Griffin, a former co-worker of Hutchinson who now works as a harpy on “The View,” acted as the intermediary between Cheney and Hutchinson beginning in April 2022. By that point, Hutchinson, a subject of the committee’s investigation at the time, had testified twice behind closed doors. 

[longwindedbore]

Dobbs, sure.

But what about 41 million GenZs of voting age ALL of whom went through active shooter drills?

Not from any external threats. Not from any shooter crossing our Southern border.

The threat was from the crazy-eyed born-in-Gun-lusting-USA students.

Students in their very schools…studying what the other students/potential victims were doing.

In 413 mass murders in schools since Columbine always another student at their school.

GOP response: Always “too soon after to make it political”. Always useless “thoughts and prayers” from those actively blocking ANY legislation.

413 mass murders by underaged shooters who armed themselves with the households guns and ammo which in no instance was locked in a gun safe.

All shooters from the narrow part of the political spectrum that considers the 2nd Amendment sancrosact and claims they “have all the guns”

FINAL EXAM: What did Uvalde and 130 armed cops doing nothing while elementary school children were murdered teach the 41 Million GenX about the efficacy of their active shooter drills they did that were so beloved of the GOP?

For that matter would the GOP idiocy of a teacher with a Glock being more effective defending a classroom against a modified-full-auto AR-15 with a hundred round drum magazine if 130 cops didn’t think they could go in without massive blue casualties?

Theses 41 million GenZ are spread across the country in Red States and in Blue. No one is including them in the polls which contact 2020 voters Many/most Gen/Z didn’t vote for the geriatric candidates in the primaries.

Consider also that - since GenZ has had to listen to the vomit inducing hypocritical-and-we-don’t-care-the NRA-pays-us-GOP response to school shootings - what do you imagine they think about the GOP’s positions on environmental safety and the Climate Catastrophe?

The GOP can make up any weird lies they want about Harris. We’ve stopped listening.

2024 will judge the GOP on 25 years of no responses to school shootings; the dystopian nightmares in Red States post-Dobbs; their indifference to environmental and catastrophic climate issues.

20 million Seniors have passed on since 2016. Trumps’s and the GOP’s base demographics slews to the over 50 crowd.

Trump’s primary numbers have dropped from 18M of 19M in 2020 to 17M of 22M in 2024. MAGA has lost every open of-year and special election since Dobbs.

It doesn’t help the GOP that so many of their talking heads are so creepy seem to be auditioning for Norman Bates in a remake of ‘Psycho’ or Kathy Bates character in “Misery”. Except Speaker Johnson; he wants the part of the ventriloquist’s dummy that comes to life in a remake of the ‘Twilight Zone.’

We’re sending the ReTrumplican Party/Cult our “thoughts and prayers”.

[edzasks]

He's been in this game way too long not to be filming 2-3 award worthy films a year. The offers he's getting prove he's not being taken seriously. Timothee, Evan and Austin are younger and have less experience yet they're getting the big offers because they have great PR, and listen to their PR about what it takes to maintain exposure. Austin is in GQ talking about being coached by Denzel Washington. Zac is in Men's Health waxing poetic about his problems. That's the difference.

Don’t be too hyped about Austin though. He worked with Baz, and the studio wants to bring home an Oscar for their crappy Elvis movie. So that means, there is heavy inorganic pushing (of him) down our throats because he’s still in campaign season.

So, if he does bring home an Oscar (Austin) or even doesn’t. It doesn’t mean we’re ever going to hear about him again, because the push is inorganic.

I really don’t see anyone lusting after him like they do to (Harry Styles, Timothee, Tom Holland, etc.)

He’s just everywhere because he’s being shoehorned.

And the difference is Zac has always been sidelined by this industry. When he hit big he was seen as the HSM singing kid, who’s “pretty” so they called him a douche, untalented, etc.

When he tried to breakout of the mold; they still didn’t credit him. Because he’s pretty, so once again the douche.

Now when he goes through a phase where he’s viewed as “not pretty” they celebrate and kick him while he’s down because of all the jealous idiots out there.

Austin never suffered that issue; and he got gifted a marketing push.

[fushic0re]

━ 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

lee bodecker x asian!reader

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 ━ You’re just another face in the small town of Knockemstiff working two jobs in order to pay for your education. Sensing your desperation, Sheriff Bodecker offers you a deal you cannot refuse.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 ━ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. THIS FIC IS CENTERED AROUND DARK THEMES, if it bothers you do not read it. Mentions of prostitution and murder. Police Corruption. Extremely imbalanced power dynamics. Misogyny. Religious themes. Sacrilege content. Blasphemy. Soul selling. Smut; loss of virginity, corruption and innocence kink, size kink, degradation + praise, blood play if you squint.

The people of Knockemstiff were convinced that their small town was an omen in itself.

Nothing but tragedy seemed to strike there. Behind the small town charm —Southern hospitality, classic diners, and church on Sundays — lied something more sinister that no one could quite put their tongue on. The stench of decay shrouded upon all that resided there. Perhaps the bullet hole ridden welcome sign was enough to convince the stray passersby and those lucky enough to leave to keep driving and never look back. But only those lucky enough.

After all, it’s hard to escape the devil’s jaws when he himself is the beating heart of Knockemstiff.

Lee Bodecker always thought of himself as a big fish in a tiny pond.

He wasn’t made to follow in the footsteps of every Tom, Dick, and Harry in this town. Instead, he was made for greatness. The police academy called his name. It was there that he could exercise his lust for control, order, and pure subordination. Lee instantly became a fiend upon tasting the tiniest amount of superiority. He knew then and there that he would do anything — would step on anyone and everyone’s throat — if it meant feeding his desires.

The young deputy lied, maimed, framed, and killed his way up the ranks, deceiving with the utmost ease and finesse like it was second nature. No one questioned it, for Lee Bodecker and his striking cobalt eyes could never do anything wrong in the townsfolk’s eyes. All pawns in his game, he played them all with no remorse. By the time Lee was at the last stretch of his campaign for Sheriff, the soon to be sheriff had a mountain of dead bodies on his name. None of which anyone would know about.

That is, aside from the devil himself.

He had been watching Lee closely, impressed at the way he took, and took, and took without hesitation. That night, he offered him the ultimate prize; all the power his heart desired in exchange for a place in his ranks.

The next morning, Knockemstiff was celebrating the victory of their new sheriff — Sheriff Bodecker.

He rejoiced brazenly, basking in the newfound vitality that coursed through his veins. Later that night, parents tucked their children into bed and read them their usual bedtime stories about ferocious flesh eating monsters with sharp talons, rows of razor sharp teeth, and red eyes. Little did they know they were leaving out the most terrifying monster of all. The handsome bachelor with crystal azure eyes that could flash you a dazzling smile moments after devouring someone’s soul. The kind that was tasked with protecting their town but was also the reason for all of its tragedies.

Lee wasn’t just a big fish in a little pond.

He was a great white, and he was going to wreck every little measly guppy that got in his way.

Your lids felt heavy as you blinked the tiredness out of your eyes. Checking the clock behind you, you bit back a sigh as you realized you still had one whole hour to go until you could call it a night. From behind you, you heard the screeching sound of a barstool being dragged across the floor. Closing your eyes tightly, you took a deep breath before turning around to tend to your customer. Your breath got caught in your throat as you laid eyes on who was sitting in front of you. Sheriff Bodecker himself was slumped against the counter; his brows etched together in a permanent scowl. He was a regular frequenter of the bar where he made shoddy “business” arrangements with Leroy and Bobo before disappearing behind the red velvet curtains for a rump in the sheets with one of Leroy’s girls. You knew his presence. You knew he liked his whiskey a little too much. But you had never served him. Not until tonight.

“How are you, Sheriff Bodecker?” You greeted nervously. “What can I get you?”

The man’s eyes snapped forward to meet yours, his chin titled downward, making him look menacing.

“Whiskey.” He answered shortly.

You got to it promptly, swiftly swiping a clean glass off the table before plopping a large ice cube in and pouring the amber liquid. Sheriff Bodecker eyed you with an unreadable expression as you placed his drink in front of him politely, your hands locked behind your back as a shy smile graced your features. Your aura nearly blinded him as he studied you.

“How long you been workin’ here?” He questioned, his stare unwavering as he brought the glass to his lips.

“A couple of months, sir.”

Picking up a washcloth, you nervously wiped the counter down in an attempt to calm yourself. The way the sheriff was staring at you made you want to squirm. You had never done anything wrong, had a perfectly clean record, and yet in that very moment, it had felt like you committed a thousand crimes.

“Aren’t you a little too young for a place like this?” Sheriff Bodecker prodded once more.

Your face went hot with embarrassment.

“Gotta pay for school somehow.” You admit sheepishly.

His visage lightened up the tiniest bit.

“College.” He huffs nostalgically.

In one large gulp, Lee downs the remains of his drink before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a large bill. You break it up and place the amount for his drink into the register before walking back to him and handing him the change.

He shakes his head. “Keep it, honey.”

You shook your head frantically, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Oh no, I couldn’t—”

“You arguin’ with me, girl?” He retorted, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

“No sir,” You whispered. “Thank you.”

He stared at you once more for a brief moment before exiting.

“You have a good night.”

As the worn out Sheriff did one last patrol around town, not once did you escape his mind. His heightened senses left nothing to his imagination. He could smell your anticipation. Every time your breath hitched, or you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking to him, he heard it. The quickness of your heart as it practically palpitated from his stare alone stirred up a storm of emotions in his full belly.

Pure subordination. What he loved the most in life aside from one other thing: corrupting the innocent. Watching the life and purity drain from their eyes and feed into his vitality. You, so sweet and so vulnerable, were exactly what Lee needed.

Lee had heard of you. Nothing but what he had expected to hear about a girl like you. The old ladies he helped with grocery runs gushed about how you were at church every Sunday with a batch of baked goods for everyone. You helped your neighbors whenever you could, watching their children for extra cash or sometimes for free even. Apparently, you volunteered at the local library every week reading stories to children. You were a good girl, the human epitome of honey. The town thought you were a bit of an oddball for choosing to pursue higher education rather than get married straight out of high school, pop out a couple of kids, and become a housewife like every other woman in Knockemstiff did. To them, you were wasting away your beauty the longer you were unmarried.

But to Lee, you were perfect. The only pure thing in this entire goddamn town.

Slowly but surely, Lee had found himself utterly obsessed with you. You were just a toy in his web of lies — at least that’s what he told himself in the beginning. The more time Lee thought about you, the more he realized that you were destined for more. You were meant to be by his side as he conquered the world one soul at a time. In fact, he wanted that life with you.

And what Lee wanted, he got.

That Sunday, you sat in the church pews with perfectly curled hair and your best dress on with a delicate string of pearls around your neck. Pearls that had been passed down from generation to generation. You listened intently as Preacher Teagardin lead the sermon. He talked about fears. How they were ingrained in your mind by the devil as a means to challenge you. When you gave into fear, you gave in to the devil. He finalized his sentiments by stating with burning conviction, hands placed on his hips, that we faced our fears through Christ. You like every normal human being feared evil itself. You were afraid of what would happen if it got to you, who you would become once it was running through your veins or if you would even make it out alive.

Unbeknownst to you, evil had already set its eye on you, and it didn’t look like a half-goat half-human creature with horns. Evil was dashing with piercing steel blue eyes and a pearly white smile.

Lee’s visits to the bar became more frequent. Almost every night after his shift he would arrive, talk business with Leroy, then plop down in front of you for a glass of whiskey. His rocky, distant exterior dissipated slowly until you were eventually able to earn a genuine smile out of him. No matter how many times you tried, you couldn’t quite figure out what made the sheriff stick around you. Not when there were plenty of other women a curtain away that were more interesting than little old you. That had more to offer him than stuttered responses.

But he never tried to get anything out of you or belittled you. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with a certain fondness in his eyes. You pretended not to notice, serving him another drink while doing your best to ignore the heat in your cheeks. His visits made your late night shifts, bearable. It was nice having someone to talk to that wasn’t drunk off their ass, stinking of tobacco, or trying to talk their way into your pants.

Unfortunately, Lee couldn’t stick around forever. He was a busy man with a town to protect from danger. And when he wasn’t around, all signs of life from the bar left with him. You were left to your solitude, blocking out the sounds of lewd forced moans, angry shouting, and the occasional gunshot from the back of the building. As if the anxieties that this job brought to you weren’t enough, Leroy had been watching you since the second night the sheriff came back. It was no secret that your boss was far from good. Leroy brought nothing but death and decay wherever he walked. You kept your interactions with him to the bare minimum; greeting him once you arrived, alerting him of guests, serving him his usual beer, and bidding him goodbye before leaving. The man wasn’t one for pleasantries, you never found the need to make small talk with him. But the way he was staring at you, watching your every move with eyes that no doubt brewed nothing but trouble, made you want to run as far as you could and never look back.

“Hey,” The man of the hour gruffed, beckoning you to him from where he stood in the doorway of the back room. “C’mere. Let me talk to ya.”

You gulped nervously, wiping your sweaty palms across your clothed thighs before making your way towards him.

“Did you need something, sir?” You inquired, twiddling with the frayed seams of your word sweater.

He didn’t answer you, only scanning your appearance with narrowed eyes before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair away from your face. You flinched at the unwanted physical contact, earning a gruff snicker from your boss.

“Jumpy, are you?” Leroy taunted.

“Sorry.” You muttered meekly, casting your eyes downward.

“Sheriff Bodecker’s been around a lot,”

Your muscles tensed. Every hair on your body stood upright at the dark tone Leroy’s voice took on.

“He never uses any of the girls anymore, you know that?” Leroy lamented, his nose wrinkling with distaste. “Somethin’ about keeping his image clean for the next election or some horse shit.”

Not knowing why he was confiding in you or what do to with the newfound information, your mind ventured off elsewhere. Images of Lee’s hulking form disappearing behind the curtains flashed through your mind. You imagined the things he would do to them, the sounds he would make, what his face would look like ruddied up and twisted with pleasure. What he would do to you if you managed to pique his interest. As if a bus had hit you, you snapped out of your lewd visions. Mortification filled you. You had never thought of anyone like that. Your inexperience limited curbed any lustful fantasies and yet, all you could think about now was him in the throes of ecstasy.

“But he pays a lot of attention to you.”

Leroy’s statement and leering tone were like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on you.

“Shows up every damn day and buys a drink just to see you.”

Lost for words, you smiled half-heartedly and shrugged his comments off.

“He’s just being nice, you know how he is,”

“You think I don’t notice the huge tips he leaves you with?” Leroy demands, his anger now apparent.

You pressed your lips together tightly, once again at a loss for words. Leroy took one large step towards you. Instinctively, you stepped back. Your heart began to race as your back hit a wall, your fight or flight senses activating. Right now, you wanted to run. Run for the hills, out of Knockemstiff, and never look back ever again.

His large hand gripped your upper arm tightly, violently manhandling you for answers.

“What are you doin’, huh? You fuckin’ him?” He hissed.

“No!” You cried, unable to believe that you were being accused of committing such actions.

“A man doesn’t give no broad that kind of money for no reason!”

You were shaking at this point, having never been faced with a situation like this. The way Leroy leered over you didn’t make you feel any more at ease.

“Tell you what, sugar.” He spoke lowly. “You be one of my girls and I’ll keep it off the record that you were fuckin’ the sheriff for extra pay.”

“I’m n-not—” You hiccupped, tears escaping the confinements of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. “Sleeping with him,”

Leroy looking at you with disbelief before scoffing. Your reaction and words were genuine, he could tell that much.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Even more of a reason to be a working girl. Men would pay a lot of money for an untouched whore.”

The elder man’s words settled deeply in your soul, weighing you down like someone had strapped a thousand bricks to your limbs. Those girls made money. Lots of it. You saw the clothes they came in wearing, the lingerie they paraded in, the purses they toted around. You smelt the expensiveness of their perfume that without uncertainty retailed at more than a month’s paycheck per bottle. Indignity was the only emotion you felt as you caught yourself considering Leroy’s offer. That could be you covered in luxury items. You wouldn’t have to dwell on your bills or whether or not you would be able to eat the next day. Money would become an issue of your past. The gates of freedom roared out your name. The treasures that lay behind them could all be yours. All you had to do was say yes. But alas, you snapped out of your irrational state and regained your footing. Bile briefly rose in your throat as you came to your senses, the gravity of your previous thoughts hitting you like a bus.

“Please,” You whispered frantically. “I’ll give you all of my tips. Just don’t make me— don’t fire me please, I need this job—”

“Leroy!” A familiar voice boomed from behind you.

Sheriff Bodecker.

You almost sighed in relief, holding back the urge to run into his arms. Leroy diverted his attention, sighing in annoyance. Lee stared at him with a picture perfect smile on his face. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His baby blues softened for a brief moment once they landed on your tear streaked face. Lee felt his anger begin to brew slowly. Unbeknownst to you, the man had heard your entire confrontation with Leroy. Lee hated every bit of it. From how pungent your trepidation was to the demeaning way he spoke to you. He let the situation play out before him, wanting to test your boundaries, filling your head with lust driven fantasies. He liked that reaction. You were giving in, falling right into his palm.

But when you started crying, it was over for him. Leroy Brown was a dead man.

The second Leroy released you from his vice grip, you stormed away from him, pushing past Sheriff Bodecker frantically with a barely audible whimper. Lee’s brows furrowed as he glowered at his business partner.

“What was that about?”

Leroy chuckled smugly. “Thought I would try and make some money off the bitch.”

Lee kissed his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly.

“Is that how you get all your girls?” Lee snapped. “By force?”

If looks could kill, and if Lee Bodecker weren’t immortal, the man would be dead tenfold from the severity of the pimp’s glare.

“Don’t act like you don’t do nothin’ wrong.” He spat.

Lee’s lips rosy lips turned upwards into a wicked smirk, pools of obsidian swallowing his sclera as the color drained from Leroy’s face.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You carried on with the rest of your shift the best that you could. Leroy was gone as far as you knew, you hadn’t run into the man the whole night since your altercation. Lee was gone too, returning back to work after shooting you an apologetic smile. The air felt like it had settled without Leroy’s reign of terror. The staff was now interacting with each other, laughing freely and chit chatting about their personal lives. The same couldn’t be said for you. Although yes, you did feel a bit better now that Leroy was out for the rest of the day, something in you felt completely and utterly off. You couldn’t help but feel like something was going to happen.

By the time your shift was over, you were more than eager to go home. You hastily closed down the bar, wiping down the counter and putting bottles away hastily. When the front door opened, you nearly shouted with anger. All anger dissipated when you laid your eyes on none other than Lee Bodecker. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Hi, Sheriff. Leroy went home.” You informed.

He didn’t answer you, seating himself down in his usual spot in front of you.

“I heard all that,” Lee announced.

You bowed your head as shame and embarrassment came over you. You felt small. Like the tiniest, most insignificant thing in the entire world.

“Hey.” He said sternly. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you lifted your head and locked your weary gaze with his domineering one.

“Get your stuff. I’m driving you home.”

Your eyes widened. You were going to be alone with him. You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced your words with a steely look. You knew then and there that there was no point in arguing. Nodding, you briskly made your way to the backroom and hastily gathered your belongings. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw that everyone else was gone. No one would be there to see you leaving with the sheriff late at night in his car. Knockemstiff was small and everyone knew everyone’s business. The last thing you need is a wildfire rumor starting about an affair between you and Lee and Leroy getting a hold of that rumor and using it as leverage. You shook those thoughts away, not having the capacity to burden anything else after the day you had.

Circling back to the bar, Lee stood there waiting for you, stoic and patient.

“All ready, honey?” He grunted, a hint of a smirk on his face.

You nodded shyly, still nervous and apprehensive about getting into the car with the sheriff himself. Like a true gentleman, he opened and closed the door of the front entrance for you. The man let out a low whistle as a gust of cold air blew past you.

“What a mean ol’ winter we’re gonna have ourselves,” Lee sighed, shrugging off his leather jacket before draping it over your shoulders.

Your eyes enlarged.

“Sheriff, you’re going to get cold!” You protested, moving to give the garment back to him only for your actions to be ceased.

“Oh, I’ll be fine, darlin’” He joked, patting his full tummy earnestly.

A wild giggle tumbled from your lips, your hands flying to your mouth in shock. Expecting a strict look from the sheriff, you were pleasantly surprised when he simpered at you with nothing but fondness. The corners of his mouth quirked up amicably, round cheeks dimpling. Raising his hand, Lee gently brushed his knuckles against your cheekbone.

“Hop in, honey.”

With a giddy grin and a type of confidence foreign to your body, you pressed a quick chaste kiss to his cleanly shaven jaw. Once the door was closed, a grin that rivaled yours stretched across his face as he power jogged to the opposite side.

Sheriff Bodecker was a different person off duty. He still carried his usual air of sternness, but there was also a sense of light heartedness alongside. The first thing he did to start off your trip home was allow you full control over the stereo. This resulted in the two of you flicking through radio stations and listening in on the different genres of music. You took note of the way he grimaced at bluegrass, and how it transformed back into a more pleased expression when The Zombies started playing. The compact ball of nerves began to slacken and soon you were bopping your head apace with his. When you turned the corner of your street and your little house got closer and closer in your eyeline, your stomach began to fill with disappointment. It hit you like a truck when Lee pulled up to your driveway and put the car in park.

“You have a good night now, ma’am.” He bid politely.

Apparently, tenacity was the theme for you tonight, because the next thing you did was something you had never done in your entire life.

“Would you like to come in, sheriff? For a nightcap?” You blurted out, your boldness fleeting as quickly as it came. “It’s just—you’ve been so nice to me and I want to repay the favor.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Your nerves continued to rage until he finally answered.

“You’re too sweet, darlin’. I could go for a cup of tea if you’d be so kind.”

Cutting the engine, he gestured for you to stay in the car. You were confused at first until he opened the car door for you once more. The twelve steps from the cruiser to your doorstep felt agonizingly too long and too short at the same time. You fumbled with your keys anxiously, the sheriff’s hulking figure looming over you overwhelming you in ways you couldn’t describe. When you finally got the door open, you shuttered out an uneven breath.

Sheriff Lee Bodecker was in your home.

Locking the door behind you, you placed your purse and keys down before turning around to face him.

“Make yourself at home, sheriff. I’ll get the kettle going.”

“Lee.” He assured, grinning boyishly.

“Lee.” You repeated wistfully, your cheeks heating up at the taste of his name.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him and make your way to the kitchen where you got right down to business.

“What kind of tea would you like, Lee?” You called out.

“Whatever you’re havin’, darlin’,” He answered.

Lee took the time to familiarize himself with the surroundings of your home. He noted the simple and cozy décor. Your living room consisted of a plush looking sofa, a matching coffee table, and a television that no doubt was the result of your vigilant saving. Your entertainment center and coffee table were the home of numerous books and other little knick knacks from bundles of dried flowers, crystals, and antique trinkets. A vase full of lilies was the focal point of them all, arranged elegantly and sat upon the center. His eyes drifted to you in the kitchen, body filling with warmth at the domesticity of it all. Your subconscious humming and eucalyptus candle you lit created the perfect ambiance.

You picked a tea that matched the aura of your home; chamomile with honey and a few sprigs of fresh mint. Fetching the nectar filled ceramic mugs, you placed them down on the coffee table before gesturing to the couch where the both of you situated yourself comfortably. Lee’s focus was solely on you. It was as if the outside world didn’t exist. Like his entire existence on this earth was contingent on yours. He sat right next to you, body angled towards you, his rosy lips wrapped around the mug sipping as he sipped his beverage. Simply basking in your company. This was a new light you were seeing him in. And he, you. The two of you were seemingly completely different people outside the confinements of Tecumseh. It confirmed your theory that Leroy Brown really did siphon the life out of everything.

Lee stretched his arm out towards you, cupping your cheek in his warm palm fondly. His calloused thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin. Your lids grew heavy instinctively, your body responding on its own and leaning into his affection. It was safe to say that no one else had this kind of effect on you. There had been boys. Boys that had used their dashing smiles and juvenile charms on you in attempt to take you out on a date, offer them a kiss, or even more; give in to their sexual temptations. You always brushed them off without a second thought. Boys were never in your purview, not when you had an education to pursue.

But that’s all they were. Boys. Here before you, broad shouldered and clad in uniform, sat Sheriff Lee Bodecker. A man. And were you a goner.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Workin’ hard, going to school, attending church every Sunday.”

His praise had you in a stupor, firmly laying hold of your resolve and obliterating it into micro bits of nothingness. Suddenly, there was no other purpose out there for you to fulfill aside from being the object of his admiration.

“Saying no to Leroy.”

The sheriff drew himself closer to you until your noses grazed. Your eyes fluttered shut, lashes kissing your cheekbones as a sense of euphoria began to gradually unfold within you. Never in your life had you done drugs, let alone consume a single drop of alcohol, but you were convinced this is what it felt like to be high. To be completely drunk off of the sheer essence of someone.

“My good girl.” Lee continued to eulogize softly, his cool breath fanning your face.

“Really?” You squeaked quietly.

He chuckled, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You were nothing like any other woman he ever had before. There was something incredibly endearing about your candidness. You were honest and open, every emotion you were feeling easily identifiable in your eyes. Purity was a breath of fresh air for the sheriff.

Finally, his lips brushed against yours before meshing together. While it wasn’t your first kiss, it certainly was the most memorable. The sheriff acted with unwavering confidence, knowing exactly how he wanted to move and then executing his actions with the utmost finesse. Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck, the other one placed delicately on his expansive chest. As his kisses became increasingly feverish, you found yourself never wanting them to stop. You could kiss him until you were breathless and on the verge of passing out and wouldn’t care. You never wanted the feeling to end.

Big hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you onto his lap. You whimpered with surprise, earning a deep chuckle in response. Lee’s touches intrepid, wandering from your hips to your bottom, kneading your globes of flesh firmly. His lips unlatched from yours. Before your pout could even leave your lips, they reattached themselves to the column of your neck. The hand on his neck flew straight to his hair, fisting his chocolate locks.

He clutched your face durably, tilting it downwards towards his.

The sight in front of you made your blood run cold. You blinked your eyes multiple times, squeezing them shut and manifesting the vision away.

But it wasn’t enough, and you were too late.

You had let the devil into your own home willingly.

Eyes heated pools of onyx, he gripped your face tighter, persistently forcing you to look at him as you fought against his restraints. Terror coursed through your veins, eyes filling with tears as your screamed in horror. You wildly thrashed against him, full blown sobbing at this point.

“Hey. Hey!” Lee growled, jerking your form vigorously. “Where’d you go, huh? You were being so good, honey.”

“G-Get away from me!” You blubbered, another screech ripping through your vocal cords when his hold wouldn’t let up. “Let me go!”

The hand that wasn’t on your face went around your throat, upper lip curling into an abominable sneer.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled. “You listen to me, and you listen well.”

Your body shook uncontrollably as you anticipated what could possibly happen next. With the way Lee had a hold on you, there was no other option than to look him in the eyes. They were back to their normal state thankfully, the familiar azure that once comforted you back in its place. However, it did nothing for your qualms. As if you flipped a switch, he resorted back to his usual calm, stoic nature. The hand wrapped around your throat remained, serving as a warning, but the one gripping your cheeks loosened. Lee once again resumed caressing your cheekbones. The gentleness of his touch mocked you directly to your face. You were absolutely appalled that he could think a small gesture could alleviate you from what you had just experienced.

“Thatta girl.” He cooed, swiping your tears with his thumb. He brought this digit closer to his face, studying the droplet in a trance like state before darting his tongue out and lapping it up. His lips turned up deviously. His tastebuds went into a frenzy at the tang of your fear.

“I know what you want. Every single thing you have ever longed for, I’ve seen it. I also know how many times you’ve turned them down. Shamed yourself for simply wanting things when this world has given you absolutely nothing.”

You listened intently, taking note of the pity in his voice. Five seconds ago, you would have thought it was genuine. Now, it was more than clear to you that he was just good at playing the game. To say you felt like a fool was the understatement of the year. You trusted him. Allowed a pretty smile and charm to compromise you. You had let your guard down, let sin overtake you, and it had landed you right in the lap of a demon.

“I can give you everything you deserve. Just like that.” Lee promised, snapping his fingers. “You just have to give me one little thing.”

I guess this is what the saying “curiosity killed the cat” meant you thought to yourself. The demon’s small promise piqued your interest.

Sensing this, he concluded stating his case.

“Give me your innocence. Willingly hand over your soul to me, and the entire world is yours.”

You felt like you could faint, posture swaying. Your breaths became shallow as he caught you by your shoulders. He rubbed them sympathetically.

“I know, sweet one. I know.” He whispered. “But you deserve it all, don’t you think? You’ve done everything with everyone in mind, and what do you get in return? A bartending position at a shitty bar with shitty pay where no one respects you.”

His lips began to trail vehement kisses on your neck once more, working up to your ear and nibbling your lobe.

“I can make people respect you. Bow down at your fucking feet like they would a god.”

One last shutter breath escaped your lips before a series of wanton mewls became the only noises you could make. You nulled over his words. There was some truth to them. How many times had you overexerted yourself for other people only them to never pay you any mind ever again? Though you did good deeds out of the goodness of your heart, goodness had gotten you nowhere but buried six feet in debt. Without even realizing it, you had held back on acting on your desires just to please strangers who would sell you out for a measly dime.

“Except your god isn’t here. He never was. Now, you answer to me and me alone.”

You gripped his arms, nails digging tiny half moons into his muscles.

“Say yes.”

And just like that, your world as you knew it was never the same.

“Yes.” You breathed.

Your answer unleashed a whirlwind of chaos. Lee grabbed you unceremoniously, flipping you over and straddling you. His mouth was back on yours, kissing you with all teeth and tongue. Hastily, he fumbled with your clothing, starting with your top and working his way down. With shaky hands, you reached for his chest and unfastened the buttons of his dress shirt, jerking the ends from where he had tucked it in into his pants. His belt was next, your touch still timid despite the adrenaline and fire burning within you. The pads of his digits pressed against your bare core, the first ever touch from a man you had received. Your eyes went wide as a bolt of electricity jolted you. Lee continued to let his fingers explore, dipping into your slit and swirling in your fountain. His thumb worked your clit into slow and sensual figure eights. You tossed your head back; noises you didn’t even know you could make leaving your body. You frantically yanked his belt off, undoing his pants and palming his member.

“This is what you’ve been hiding from everyone, huh?” Lee taunted. “Little church girl is nothing but a little whore.”

Once you were slick enough, a thick finger was eased into you. You gasped at the intrusion; the sensation unfamiliar to you. Wiggling your hips around uncomfortably, Lee firmly placed this freehand on your abdomen and pushed you down.

“Stay.” Lee commanded lowly, his intense gaze locked with yours.

His digit began to thrust in and out of you, gradually increasing in speed as your walls began to loosen up. When a second finger entered you, all uncomfortableness dissipated. Now drowning in pure unfiltered pleasure, you were bucking your hips to chase your high rather than moving away from it. Lee’s eyes were pitch black once again as he beamed salaciously above you. This time, however, they didn’t scare you. No, the bottomless abyss of cataclysmic orbs represented the unyielding number of desires waiting for you; infinite. Your moans gained in volume as your climax rounded the corner.

“That’s it. Take what you’ve been depriving yourself of. Take it.”

The demon’s words were just what you needed to send you over the edge, your first orgasm taking control of your mind, body, and soul. Lee tenderly rubbed your core as you came down from ecstasy, chuckling as you twitched from the overstimulation. While you recovered, he finished undressing. The sight of the immortal being before you wholly bare made your mouth salivate. You had never seen anyone or anything quite as beautiful as him. You recalled Preacher Teagardin’s words.

“The devil will appear to you in the most beautiful form.”

Lee returned to his position on top of you; forehead pressed against yours, eyes locked, and member firmly resting against your core. Your heart was beating so fast that you were convinced you were about to go into cardiac arrest. There was no going back now. He shifted his pelvis, the head of his cock now prodding at your entrance.

“Say it.” He growled.

You exhaled deeply, savoring the last moments of your dull quiet life.

“My soul is yours.”

The demon’s member pushed into you, breaking your inner barrier and sealing the deal. You cried out in pain, eyes watering. Lee cooed to you soothingly, brushing your hair away from your face as he fed his cock to your virgin cunt little by little until he was seated deeply within you. The stretch was painful but inviting. You felt like you were being split in half in the best way possible. Something akin to vitality coursed through your bloodstream. Simultaneously, you felt like a part of you was being severed away from your soul. The push and pull of it all. Yin and yang. Good and evil. Life and earth.

Sacrifice and gain.

Slowly, he pulled out of you until just his head remained. He swiped his forefinger against his shaft, collecting the mix of juices and your blood that coated him. He brought his digit to his mouth, obscenely licking and slurping the contents on them. The sheriff moaned deeply at the last remnants of your innocence. Now, you and he were one. He plunged his cock back inside you, this time more earnestly, coaxing a pornographic whine from you. Taking this as a sign, Lee built up a steady rhythm, leaning back on his haunches and gripping your waist tightly. He pulled you toward him to meet each of his thrusts, effectively reducing you into nothing but his little fuck doll.

“Oh god!” You cried.

“Cry out for your god all you want.” Lee cackled, punctuating his madness with a groan. “He’s not coming to save you.”

As if you weighed no more than a bag of feathers, Lee flipped you over and positioned you onto your hands and knees. He persisted with his brutal pounding without a falter. You gripped the couch cushions beneath you, forlornly needing something to ground to this earth. Sheriff Bodecker ravished you, fucking you like an animal in heat. All you could do was lay there and take it.

And there was nothing in the world that you would rather be doing.

The vision you had of how your first time would go was completely different than the reality of it. You planned on waiting till marriage, finding a nice partner to go steady with before deciding to give yourself to them. But as always, life had something else in store for you. You weren’t meant to live a mediocre life like the rest of the residents of Knockemstiff. Lee had shown you that much. Now, you were tied to him for all of eternity. You needed him to breathe. You’d never leave him.

“We’re going to be so powerful together.” Lee hissed through gritted teeth, pulling your back to his chest. “If you want the entire world, I’ll give it to you. We’ll take it together. One. Miserable. Fucking. Soul. At a time.”

His savage blows would have sent you failing if it hadn’t been for his arms caging you to him.

“See what being good gets you?” Lee teased. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You yelped.

“Is this better than anything that stupid fucking god you speak of could ever give you?”

You affirmed his question once more, nodding your head furiously as tears began to free fall down your face, the pleasure becoming too much.

“You’re going to come again aren’t you, baby?” Lee derided patronizingly. “I’ve only had you once and you’re already fiending for that dick. Do it. Come for me. Show me that you’re worth it.”

You shattered around him, walls clenching around his member greedily as your lust flowed from your core and dribbled down your quivering thighs. This triggered his release, causing him to bellow loudly from behind you. Ribbons of cum spurted within you until you were filled to the brim. The very moment Lee let go, you collapsed onto the couch. The muscle in your limbs felt like they had been vaporized from the rough fucking you had just received. Panting heavily, Lee laid himself down on top of you, his lips placed right to your ear.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, darlin’.”

Arm linked with your husband’s; the crowd roared as the two of you walked through the parade thrown in his honor. You wavered cordially, looking every bit like the perfect docile housewife. Lee shook the hands held out towards him, flashing the people of Knockemstiff his signature smile. Sheriff Lee Bodecker had yet another election in his bag. It was no surprise to either of you. Everyone loved Lee and the second he married you, his image had only improved in their eyes. They thought it was absolutely adorable that his choice of bride was the shy residential good girl. You being the sheriff’s wife now held an important position in the community. Though it was no secret between the two of you why things were really going your way. But you both deserved it.

In the sea of faces, you caught the eyes of nonother than Leroy Brown. His usually strong frame was frail and weak looking, his skin pallid and damp with sweat as he met your gaze. A devious grin that never reached your eyes fetched its way onto your soft features, widening as Leroy’s panic grew.

In life, there is only give or take. You had given everything you ever had until you were run dry.

Now, it was time to take.

© 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑬

[fallingsunflower]

This is my first time reading through Olivia's Vogue interview (I only skimmed earlier). Here's my play-by-play reaction.

The fourth sentence in basically says Olivia has spent the last 20 years being admired by men - no joke. I feel like they could have gone any other angle with that but okay.

Harry comes in in the fifth sentence.

The article goes on to talk about DWD and how the teaser sent the internet into a frenzy. Then she says how New Line Cinema wanted to delay production by 6 months because of Covid but Olivia said no and that it "had to be done" when it did. Okay.

Production I guess got shut down twice because of someone on set getting Covid - she only addressed it once though, no? Twice is news to me.

The article then says Olivia has been "holed up at home to edit DWD" LMAO WHAT. IN WHAT WORLD. Girly hasn't been doing shit, nor has she been at home, but go off I guess.

She goes on to confirm production for the gymnastic movie in London. Kind of sounds like her and Jason will be in London at the same time.

There's a whole paragraph dedicated to how she looks like she hasn't aged? It also says she's more beautiful now than ever and men and women lust after her (nonbinary erasure but okay). ALSO also this paragraph refers to being bisexual as more of a sultry thing rather than an identity in the 2000's? Rubbed me wrong, although I know bisexuality is more accepted now than it was back then, and less fetishized.

The following paragraph goes on to say how Olivia has demonstrated that she's capable of carrying big tv shows and movies - so big that I've never heard of most of them. Apparently she's also proved herself as an actor, again in roles I've never heard of.

In 2019 she reinvented herself as a *filmmaker*. The article talks a little bit about Booksmart and how it was a "critical success". But alas, she also admits it didn't make any money - gasp! We knew that because we've talked about potential stunt reasons. But maybe we didn't have to do all that investigative work because Olivia lays it all out for us. She says it didn't hit the money mark expected ($100 mil) and then she says how because of that, it's harder for female directors to get a second chance. And while although I agree being a female director is MUCH harder based on Hollywood's misogyny, she tends to use that a lot as an excuse almost as if it's a cushion for her average work. She did it for Booksmart, and she's starting to for DWD.

The article then talks about her family, making sure to point out how her father is part of a "journalistic dynasty" and how her mother was an investigative journalist turned Congresswoman. It also mentioned how Olivia changed her last name as tribute to Oscar Wilde.

I skimmed a bit because I got bored (no offense Leslie) and then landed on the paragraph talking about how "most women must see Wilde as boldness itself". They also mention how she campaigned for Obama, spoke to the marchers at a Women's March in LA, etc. The article says she's "not shy". Totally agree, Vogue, although you forgot to mention the other things she clearly wasn't shy about, i.e. standing up for racism humor and befriending a rapist.

Anyway, we finally move on to the detailed portion about DWD - "The feminine mystic on acid". She mentions how she got the idea when she met Gloria Steinem following Trump's election (why Trump was mentioned idk) and then that spiraled into the insinuation she doesn't want to pay taxes? Felt a bit odd considering she's a millionaire, but go off Olivia. But I think the most telling thing about this particular paragraph is that she failed to mention that the DWD idea wasn't actually hers - it was a script she had bid on.

Olivia then spirals into her spiel about female portrayal of sex in cinema. And while I agree to an extent, female pleasure certainly isn't what this film was supposed to be about - the whole premise was this misogynistic world where Jack (originally Clifford) doesn't even get his wife off. He wants sex for his own pleasure, and to try and have kids. I think they missed the mark by trying to incorporate more female onscreen pleasure in this particular film. It just doesn't work with the plot.

Also the interviewer is basically saying the sex scenes are going to be what drives in fans to see it and cause mass hysteria online.

Sorry Kiki, Gemma, Nick, Asif, Chris....your talent wasn't enough apparently.

And here we get into Harry's portion of the article. Apparently Olivia was so amazed by him in Dunkirk that she just knew he had to play Jack. Although I can't really say much about this because Chloe said something similar when casting him for Eternals.

Olivia originally tried to get Harry to play Jack but he couldn't because he was touring. So she got Shia and then wound up firing him after they clashed on set.

I found this part interesting because Shia might be a lot of things, and I'm not sticking up for him because of all the shit he's done, but apparently he's great to work with. Never shows up late, leaves his phone at home so he can focus on set, gives it his all 100%, and is very committed to his work. You can read more about it here and here.

Moving back to the article, we move back into the holivia portion. And they make sure to link this article here, just in case we forgot:

This article and the new Vogue one basically say that all the hate is because Olivia is ten years older than Harry but they fail to mention all the other things - racism, homophobia, fake activism, etc. etc. You go, Vogue!

It's also mentioned how Olivia wishes she could correct the false narrative but I'm curious what that is. Because it was all but confirmed she up and left Jason in November - to which he confirmed himself.

And don't worry everyone - Jason's kids were mentioned. In a bitter move, the interviewer made mention how we commented on Olivia all but up and leaving her kids for her "own selfish needs". Olivia then says she owes it to her kids to be happy and she has no time for guilt or shame. She says it's a manipulation tactic used on women.

Back to DWD, some of the crew raved about her in the article. She was called intellectual, confident, and sensitive. One of the crew members also said everyone loved her, basically.

Now we move on to Beanie Feldstein praising her and then somehow we circle back to DWD where Olivia says she wanted to originally play Alice. But she selflessly gave up the role to give to Florence and to me this was worded like she wanted to give a new actress a chance in her *big* movie.

Here we move into the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures section - thank you to my anon who warned us prior. There's a little shoutout to Molly Howard and the LOT tote bag is mentioned. Then it's confirmed she's in Babylon still.

The article ends with Olivia saying how she only wants positivity. "I choose kindness. I choose joy." - Girlboss.

My thoughts: It's a shamefully embarrassing article that praises Ms. Girlboss for her performative activism, failing to acknowledge her problematic behavior. Yet another celebrity's shit is getting swept under the rug. Surprise. And now Harry's being roped into it.

[harryswatermelonsegment]

Pool Party

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles

Rating: R, text book smut

Word Count: 5k 😳

Warnings: Slight sub/dom tones I guess? & alcohol consumption

A/N: Sorry this is late, life somewhat resuming here in the UK so it means I’m back at my job. I managed to fall asleep mid edit folks 😳, this is my entry for the @helladirections Summer Feeling Fic Challenge, with the prompt “pool party” click the link for the masterlist. I’m still writing two more, one for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge but it’s turning out to be a 20k slow burn I wasn’t expecting 😬.Oops. But enjoy this one, I’m proud of her. My one other blatant thirst fic can be found here. Reblogs get free gratitude for the next 5 years 🍉💕

You'd been friends with Jeff since your teens, when his parents (despite their wealth), wanted him to get a job at the restaurant you worked at. In their rightful thinking, they wanted him to learn you had to work from the ground up.

Despite your clearly different class background you found a ton of common interests making the whole thing immaterial. He was a caring, down to earth guy and you were both people who really enjoyed sarcastically taunting each other every shift. You'd got used to visiting his house in the hills even though you'd been scared to get lost at first around his parents large house. Becoming solid friends quickly, you'd managed to keep in touch, as much as adult life would now allow anyway.

You knew his main role was managing a pop star but you'd not caught up in a minute and when you did, you kept your job chat out of the conversation where you could. This is why, as you barge through the kitchen, to the pool outside, you're shocked to nearly knock a stunned Harry Styles onto his behind.

"Fuck, shit I'm so sorry" you clutch your chest looking at the red wine on his tank top and his now empty glass. The soiled garment was tucked into some dressy shorts and partly covered by a loud hawaiian patterned shirt. Oh god what had you done?

You were quite honestly mortified. You'd never actually met the man himself, usually meeting Jeff at his for a few drinks or at a restaurant. You'd heard him mentioned in stories about travelling or how his campaigns were running Jeff into the ground with meetings. So, although you weren't a massive fan of his per se, in the way you didn't ask Jeff for updates or info, the way you'd hope you'd meet the attractive pop star was definitely not this.

He looked down at the offending stain then back up into your eyes, keeping his head angled down and blinking through his lashes. You couldn't read his blank expression and it put you on edge.

Maybe it was the heat trapped in the doorway, but as your eyes stayed locked you suddenly felt a fire spread from your navel up to your cheeks, and then from your center down to your toes. Your lower stomach clenched as you stared back at the guy covered in a good 2007 French rouge.

Fuck me he's pretty, you thought.

A rapid film reel of moments; sweaty bodies, those large biceps holding you against the nearest wall, smacking of lips against skin and moans of release flashed in your brain.

It had definitely been a while since you had got laid in your defense, your mood and pent up sexual frustration getting worse by the day as you tried and failed at the L. A. dating scene. Maybe you were picky, but horny and picky was an awful place to be.

However, the reality of the embarrassing scene you were currently a star of, flipped you back into the present.

Seemingly over the initial incident and hopefully not a mind reader to your thirsty brain, he takes you in and smirks.

Harry knew from the way your breathing hitched looking at his torso that you were at least a bit interested. He had clocked you the second you walked in through the big glass doors. A shirt of a band he liked and a natural beauty he wanted to spend some times with you he pondered. Ideally naked.

Zig zagging across the world promoting the album and had left little time to enjoy another person. Status and obligation to his job making it hard to just go out and meet someone. But here you were, dressed unlike anyone else, looking absolutely adorable in your embarrassment. You must be trustworthy if you're in Jeff's home,he wasn't a "bring your friends too" kind of host with his clients usually around.

This could be a fun evening for you both, he thought. Something unspoken, almost magnetic, drawing you both to one another. Surely that wasn't all his side right?

"I was told it was a good year, but I wasn't planning on consuming it quite this way?" inwardly he rolled his eyes at the barely there quip. But you laughed anyway.

"I am so, so awfully sorry, look, let's see if there's some dish liquid or something, possibly some of my next months rent in there too if I have to replace it" you let out a nervous laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. But in all honesty you weren't kidding.

Harry laughed at your sarcastic remark, impressed by your confidence in owning the situation and getting on with things. He casually watched your hips sway past a few people in to the open plan kitchen with as much subtlety as he could, you were confidentially locating all the parts needed to try and remove the offending stain.

"You seem to know your way around 'ere. I'm er…I'm Harry by the way" awkwardly waving as you mixed some solution in the sink drenching a sponge in it.

"Yeah" you smiled turning from the sink with the damp rag "known Jeff a good while, have definitely spilt red wine here before. I'm Y/N" you giggle. The beam from his own mouth matching.

"Ah! Y/N, of course, I've heard him mention you, didn't you once hide rotting mackerel in a unpleasant guys blazer?" he chuckled

"Heyyyy. Only after he spanked my ass getting him the check. Deserved a hot plate to the crotch too" you shot back.

You weren't sure where to go from here the thought of wetting down the white tank yourself definitely appealed but also seemed far too forward.

"Um…" you began gesturing with the sponge in your hand. You expected him to take it from you to sort himself out but..

"Oh yeah sorry" he replied shimmying his shirt off, dumping it on the back of a bar stool, then, crossing his arms across his stomach and lifting the tank top over his head you were slack jawed and frozen taking in the lean muscles and tattoos littered intermittently across his abdomen. He spread the top across the islands worktop flat, then grabbing the sponge with a simple "thanks" and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he tried to rid the dull red mark from it's center.

You still hadn't moved. A pink twinge to your cheeks as you watched his shoulder blades and back muscles scrubbing. Dirty thoughts circling your brain still.

"I would have helped you but I didn't want to start a wet tshirt contest in such a high end establishment yknow?" you thought out loud.

"Oh yeah, good call. I'm fiercely competitive Y/N so would probably be under that fancy waterfall thing by now showing off m'moves in my pants" he wiggles his hips trying to suggestively show you his "moves" but you can't help but smirk at just how endearing this man is. Dammit.

When he's finished with his shirt he drapes it over another barstool before handing you the sponge back.

If anyone asks him if he blatantly and deliberately got naked to gauge if you were into him he'd definitely deny it. But the truth is, he definitely did. Luckily for him, with the way you bite your lip and drag your eyes down his flesh as he brushes past your side to get back to the sink, he's right.

"Speaking of getting in the water in your" you use air quotes "'pants' I'm off to get out of mine" you declare, pushing yourself from the counter and keeping eye contact a second as you stroll back to the sliding doors leading to the pool.

"I… What??"

" The pool Harry?.... What did you think I meant?" you narrow your eyes and press your lips together before shutting the glass door again and turning once more to smirk at the opened mouthed man still by the sink.

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You'd been schmoozing in the water for a few hours now. There were probably only 20 or so people still here and the 3rd frozen marg had got you buzzed. You were in the small hot tub type pool, attached at the top of the main one on a slightly higher level. You hadn't seen Harry for a while but the last few times you caught his eye he'd been surrounded by at least 3 other people fighting for his attention, so you banked your flirtations to soothe your own ego, grabbed another marg and tried to forget about how he had started a tornado inside you, yearning for his hands on your thighs and head peering up at you from where they met in the middle. The strong pull of lust was clearly in your head then. What a shame.

You put it to the back of your mind as you finished catching up with Glenne. Both flushed and giggly as usual, she was the perfect match for Jeff and their chemistry unmatchable. You always enjoyed hanging out with the both of them, if anything, they gave you hope your own match may be out there. She left you in the tub alone, as she went to grab herself another drink and check on her host duties boyfriend.

"Don't you find drinking whilst already in water the weirdest thing?" you look up to find Harry standing over your right shoulder as you sit with your back against the pool wall and your elbows propping you up behind you, drink in one hand. His eyes unsubtley slip down to where your breasts lay pushed together in your halter neck bikini. You definitely weren't imagining it then. Fucking fantastic, you think.

"I mean drowning yourself on the inside from the alcohol and being in more than 4 inches of water really adds a danger element to my life if I'm honest" you reply sipping your drink.

And there goes those dimples again.

He's just in a pair of yellow swimming shorts now which doesn't help the alcohol flush at all. Sitting by your right side, putting his short glass full of amber liquid and ice, on the side of the pool and sliding in to join you. He leaves a small gap, as to not appear a total letch but your smart mouth has him hooked.

Taking a sip of his drink with the water up to his collar bones he hums.

"I do feel incredibly dangerous now, you've got a point"

"I mean if you think that's danger" you edge closer, not drunk but buzzed enough to take your chances you whisper into the shell of his ear. "You should see what thrills are in the guest bathroom. 1st floor on the right? " he chokes on his drink as your suggestive whispers make his dick twitch. He definitely couldn't get out of the pool for a while.

You're gone before you get a verbal reaction. If this all goes badly then you can just hide in there and slip out to an Uber and never see Jeff again right? Right. Cool.

With a soft white towel around you and your heart rate high as you reach the main guest bedroom you enter the room, you notice a large weekend bag in there and freeze. Shit. Someone's staying over, you hadn't factored that in, but a glance to the tag and the embossed H. E. S tells you you're good. Well, if not you'll just be a creep hiding in someone's bathroom but let's not think about it too much. Your faux confidence was working well so far and what other chance was going to arise like this one? Hot celebrities need fun with strangers too right?

Entering the bathroom you rub the towel over you, leaving mostly dry skin. You'd peel away your bikini if you were definite you wouldn't need to peel it back up your limbs should this plan backfire. You move to the mirror to adjust the black flecks from your minimal makeup dispersing under your eye and just as you're about to smooth down the stray baby hairs that humidity has got to around your face, you see Harry appear in the mirror behind you. Your belly flipping over and over with the thrill he'd took the bait.

Wasting no time he smirks and holds your gaze, wrapping his hands around your waist whilst his lips attach to the junction of your neck and collarbone. His tongue drags over your soft skin and he licks and softly sucks swirls onto it with his plush lips.

"Hm. You're right. This is a more fun type of danger" he says between kisses but before he's even finished his sentence you've spun around in his arms.

The bottom of your spine cold against the marble countertop, arms around his neck as you smash your lips into one another's with urgency. Tongues and wet noises as you get to know one another through your bodies alone.

He runs his hands down your back and presses his hard length against your thigh. He's definitely packing you think as you lift up a little rub your pubic bone against his front, panting out a little moan as the sweet friction of your bodies colliding sends you into overdrive. Catching the noise through your parted lips he gently tugs on the bottom one, teeth grazing the supple flesh. This combined with his large palms kneading your ass and pulling you further, tighter, into the roll of his hips. Only two layers of damp clothing separate you,forcing your lips to break from his mouth and fully moan, not caring who may be around. You could not remember the last time a perfect stranger knew your body quite this well.

His own grunts were speeding up when he suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up beside the sink, you gasp in shock but it was more the way the lean man thrusted you up there like it was nothing. What else could he do? You expect him to go back to kissing you but instead he pulls back with his rock hard erection outlined in the wet shorts he still has on. Looking at you dead in the eyes both raging with lust and concern. Whilst you try not to worry how you were going to accommodate him inside your tight walls.

"Is this…? I mean, you want this too right?" his hands are resting at either side of your parted thighs. You nod. "Need you to say it Y/N" he steps forward, lips wet and brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip that was now puffy and pink from the earlier biting. He knew you were down to fuck, but now he wanted to test your preferences. What kind of fun you were about to have shall we say. So when you lick his thumb tip, holding his fist still and grazing your wet tongue up and down from knuckle to tip before closing your eyes and humming around the entire digit, he knew you were both in for a good time.

Removing the thumb he whispers a barely audible "fuck me" before smashing your lips back together, tongues massaging together as he peels your underwear to the side with his hand swiftly and presses digit you'd lubricated with your mouth against your clit, moving it fast from side to side with just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Gasping, you throw your head back, hands clasped around his neck as you lean back and feel yourself start to leak a little with arousal. The few spots dripping down on to the counter.

You could say it had been a while but really this guy was moving his way round your body in the same way you tune a guitar in key. Calloused fingers applying the right amount of pressure as you felt yourself start to get to the edge already. He was kissing down the front if your chest, between your breasts, not missing a beat when he pushed both triangles of your bikini aside and you moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked hard around your nipple, tentatively pulling it between his teeth firmly, the sound you let out made him clamp a little harder before sucking in the whole nipple again, soothing the skin his tongue. Most likely leaving a mark behind, but you kind of liked the idea of proof he'd been devouring you in all honesty.

You were becoming blissed out from all the stimulation. Clenching and moving your hips around nothing but this magical thumb working your clit up and down hard. You were overcome with this whole situation playing out the way it had. You broke away from his mouth again.

"Oh fuck.. Harry, I'm… FuckFuck I'm going to come, I'm gonna fucking… Ahhh" he pulled back one arm steadying you as your head hit the mirror behind you in your release. He just watched you and slowed his thumb down watching as the liquid cascaded onto the counter.

After you'd come down you open your eyes and shyly smiled before kissing him passionately, his hands moving around your waist tightly. You moved your hand to his shorts, teasingly grazing the outline of his cock between your fingers in hopes of repaying the favour. He does a single throaty laugh and removes your hand, holding himself against his thigh. You look at him in confusion when he splutters,

"Sorry, sorry its just I'm going t'blow my load if you touch me." then he's back on your lips "Too. Fucking. Sexy" he says between wet kisses to your jaw, neck and clavicle. "Wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you" one hand is on the back of his neck twisting nape curls between your fist whilst the other rests behind you, stopping you from hitting your head on the mirror again.

"Oh yeah? Before or after I ruined your clothes?" you laugh teasingly as he slides his hands around your back to finally remove the bikini top properly, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He let's a laugh out himself completely entranced still by how natural you are around him, it was often hard to connect with strangers in his position.

"I'd spotted you walking in, was trying to open the door for you m'love" he says before sucking a red mark into your breast and massaging and pulling the other nipple slightly with his hand.

You struggle through sharp intakes of breath for a reply.

"Well….ah...that's what chivalry.. Oh.. Get's you these days I guess" and you're both laughing a little.

"Hmm. Have to try harder with my manners then won't I? I mean, I've got to clear up the mess I've made here" he cups his hand against your pussy rubbing it up and down a little with his palm. You let out a guttural noise at the friction. "Ladies first and all'tha too right?" he giggles again at himself.

You're practically cumming right then, you couldn't remember the last time someone actually went down on you. Your previous boyfriend not particularly into offering you foreplay. A main point of why he didn't stick around too long.

Harry kisses down your abdomen now, soft sloppy, sensual pecks, humming into your skin every so often in appreciation as he works at removing your soaked bikini bottoms with his hands, pushing them down to your knees before you help, letting them fall from the remaining ankle to the ground.

Harry is moving far too slow for you, kissing across each hip down to the top of your slit, breathing over where you desperately need him before paying the other side the same attention. Then he's licking up each crease where your thigh meets your pelvis.

"Y/N, just.. Just turn, that's it and lean back as far as you can there, shuffle forward until can't balance anymore" you shift your ass as forward as possible on the lip of the sink and prop yourself up on your elbows trying to be as flat as possible on the cold counter as you could, your toes behind the sink with one foot the other dangling over the edge. You keep you thighs open as Harry hunches over the counter where you now lay diagonal. He places his arms under your thighs and bends your legs flat out as he can stretch you, you're expecting some more teasing but he just looks down at your pussy licking over his lips and almost whining before burying his tongue inside you immediately. The force of his tongue lapping up your previous climax causes you once again to knock the side of your head against the mirrored wall. You turn and watch the scene almost as a spectator, witnessing yourself bare to this beautiful man, curly brown hair between your fists and making sounds like he's savouring every taste. He catches you watching before taking his mouth off you, immediately, you're whining in protest.

"Watch my eyes not my reflection baby, I'm right here"

His authoritative tone eclipsing every thought you had about the casual nickname, you stared down at the wonderful site of him lapping and suckling on your clit. Pointed tongue and firm laps against the swollen button. He then starts lapping up at your glistening hole,unhooking an arm to spread your lips open between his fingers and licking right from the bottom to the top with all the sloppy wet noises involved. He was feeling you contract as he locked faster and faster over you. His tongue deserved an award never mind his music. You couldn't believe you were on the brink of a second orgasm so quickly but when he sunk his middle finger into you at the same pace his tongue was working at, you were screaming his name into the extractor fan above before you knew it. You felt waves of liquid cascade from your pussy as he gently lapped up the produce of his work from you. You flinched in overstimulation but he cleaned up every last drop tenderly before carefully closing your legs and pivoting you round to your previous sitting up position on the counter. Neither of you had spoken a word since you came but as he leads your arms to drape over your shoulders, holding your fucked out body against his chest whilst peppering your temple with soft pecks . Then he kisses you intensely, letting you taste the sweet juices of yourself on his lips. You hummed in approval of the sweet taste as you came round.

A few minutes of carnal making out and things were heating up again. Your hands cupping his jaw then sliding to graze fingernails up and down his back, digging them in a little harder now and again and causing goosebumps to pierce through the skin rapidly under your touch.

You could feel him swallowing down grunts from the friction he was getting from his shorts covered cock brushing up and down between your slick folds.

He'd made you cum twice. Hard. He always got off of making his partners cum of course, so he was feeling beyond turned on and the slight heat of your glistening folds against his length was almostvsending him over the edge.

"I want you inside me" you whispered against his lips desperately.

No sooner had you said the words, his left hand was frantically searching through the vanities top drawer in hope. Finding a packet, checking the date quickly then tearing it between his teeth, spitting the seal onto the floor and pushing his shorts to his ankles, stepping out of them at speed before kicking them away.

He smirked when he caught your eyes bulge at his cock. He knew it was above average but the reaction was always a further compliment he thought.

Stepping forward he put on a show of putting the condom on, first rubbing the drops of sticky pre cum at the head and down his length keeping his eyes locked to yours as you wriggled on the counter with anticipation. He whined a little as it squeezed him rolling it on, so red and over sensitive from turning you on. So that's why, when you grabbed for it, he stilled your hand. Dimples appearing back in his cheeks as you looked again in confusion. He kisses you, languishing the moment before grabbing you forward from the countertop to the floor again, still keeping your lips attached. He lightly grips at your hips and turns you round to face the mirror once more.

Harry lightly grabs your throat, and the way you whimper and push your ass back against him, makes him mentally bank that idea for later perhaps. He runs his left hand up the column of your neck lightly holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him with his hand on your face and the other already working up and down your folds.

"I want you to watch us. Want you to watch yourself come apart. Want to watch you cum around my cock yeah? " he whispers in your ear. You noticeably shiver with excitement of what's to come.

"Please Harry, please, need it, need you."

You watch yourself babble and beg for his cock. The pathetic whimper from yourself as you try and circle your ass into his crotch again to encourage it happening. You were never patient and he's driving you insane here.

Bringing two fingers infront of your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror he looks you dead in the eye through the reflection.

"Spit" so you do, "good girl" he says kissing your cheek. His saliva lubed fingers are back rubbing your clit quickly whilst his knee nudges the back of yours to spread your feet wider as he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. When he pauses next you're not expecting the hard thrust of him entering you entirely, sure you were dripping wet with the result of two orgasms but you cry out in a mix of stretch and pleasure as he pounds into you at a furious pace. His spare hand not on your clit is holding the bottom of your spine down as he keeps up his rhythm. His pace was that of a man desperate for release after watching you fall apart on his fingers and tongue. The build up meant he was already close as you tight walls fluttered around him. He pleads with you to stop tightening your walls around him or he's not going to last he whimpers.

You were already close again, you'd never cum this many times or this quickly in your life but you were ready for another round and by the sounds of him and the stutter his pace kept slipping you knew he was close too.

You quickly removed his hand, sucking your own fingers into your mouth to replace his own at your clit.

"M'gonna cum, but… OhOh fuck.. But need you harder. Deeper" you manage to get out.

He grunts a curse before squeezing your hips at a pressure that will leave marks tomorrow but the delight in the speed he was now able to snap his hips against the swells of your ass, was well worth it. It only took a few more seconds with the fingers that knew you best, for you to gush against his cock. Feeling absolutely exhausted you slump your sweaty chest onto the cold counter.

His orgasm taking him by surprise when you clenched up to milk him dry. He all but shouts your name as his hips stutter and you feel the warmth of his cum fill the one barrier between you.

His lips were back on your sweaty neck for a second whilst he disposed of the used condom. He ran the walk in shower and wordlessly you took his offered hand to join him under the hot spray. You'd never had an encounter end like this before not that you were a seasoned professional but after 3 orgasms the way his hands moved round your body under the water, washing away your antics with sweet strawberry-banana smelling suds on the flannel, left you with a warm floaty feeling the worn off alcohol never had.

He gently wipes your makeup from under your eyes then, smiling at the cute way your nose wrinkles slightly as he rubs at each eyebrow.

"I don't even have words" you finally laugh out blushing, not able to stand his gauge as you say it.

"Oh. So that's how to make that smart mouth o'yours stop is it? " he grins, you gasp in mock offense and go to say something but going under your chin with his thumb with his forefinger to connect your lips under the warm water spray he kisses you when you pull away you can't help but ask.

"So does this make us even on one ruined fancy vest then?"

"Hmmmm" he ponders with both hands on your face looking at the ceiling out if the falling water. " I'm not sure, I mean it was a custom, pretty high going rate those yeah"

"Yeahhhh you're right, you're right. Better factor in the cost of the custom job then hadn't I huh?"

You hurriedly sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

[96thdayofrage]

It does, but this wasn’t Atticus Finch at the jailhouse door.

Jones says he stood up to the mob by holding a news conference in 2020 at which he threatened to fill the county jail with protesters. But at the time, not even Jones blamed Black Lives Matter for the looting and vandalism that had gone on the night before. And why would he, when that’s just not what happened?

City officials did call in the National Guard, and the protests eventually did go pfft.

Only, it’s a stretch to say Jones “stopped the riots.” And was his family really “terrorized”?

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BLM protesters did hold a candlelight vigil on the street outside his home in 2016, four years before the unrest that followed the murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis police officers. Standing out there in the dark, an activist read a list of “charges” against Jones that included responsibility for the death of Adrienne Ludd, who was fatally shot by the longtime sheriff’s deputies in 2015.

In 2016 and 2018, BLM also “targeted” a park in Jones’ neighborhood, where they handed out flyers and juice.

No one wants to look out the kitchen window and see protesters, no matter how peaceful they are. And they aren’t always peaceful; at one protest at Sacramento Mayor Darrell Steinberg’s home, there was vandalism, and some demonstrators shouted the names of his children, which is way out of bounds.

Jones, though, paradoxically positions himself as the toughest of tough guys, while also exaggerating threats against him and his — and campaigning on them.

His claims are not original.

Two days before Missouri Sen. Josh Hawley raised his fist in support of actual insurrectionists, he claimed that “Antifa scumbags” had vandalized his Virginia home and threatened his wife and newborn daughter.

“They screamed threats, vandalized, and tried to pound open our door,” he tweeted. “Let me be clear: My family & I will not be intimidated by leftwing violence.”

Police did not find any evidence of damage or intimidation. A 50-minute video of this “leftwing violence” showed fewer than two dozen people holding candles and writing in chalk on the sidewalk. The “threats” they screamed were, “Due diligence has been done, Biden-Harris have won!” They also shouted, “Hawley, Hawley, shame on you. Biden-Harris won through and through!” Terrible chants, yes. Intimidating, no.

Last weekend, Sen. Susan Collins of Maine also called police after finding this terrifying message written in chalk on the sidewalk in front of her home in Bangor: “Susie, please, Mainers want WHPA,” the Women’s Health Protection Act that would codify and expand abortion rights. That bill failed on Wednesday after Collins and all other Republicans in the Senate voted against it, as did Democratic Sen. Joe Manchin.

“Susie” didn’t vote no because somebody left a perfectly civil message she didn’t appreciate on her sidewalk.

But why give those who lust after aggrievement exactly what they want by showing up at their houses?

In 2020, what the Associated Press described as “scattered violence in downtown Sacramento,” Sheriff Jones called an “attempted insurrection.”

After the real insurrection at the U.S. Capitol last January, Jones saluted the constitutionally guaranteed right to protest, and defended those of his deputies who’d attended the pre-insurrection festivities.

If Jones, who is running for the new Third Congressional District seat against his fellow Republican Kevin Kiley and Democrats Kermit Jones and David Peterson, thinks that insurrections only involve those he doesn’t like, then how tough on crime is that?

“A riot is the language of the unheard,” Martin Luther King Jr. told us.

The unheard include many people who not only would never have marched with MLK, but came to love him only as an often misrepresented ghost.

But these days, a riot is also the language of those who only imagine themselves to be threatened and unheard. And the more of us who speak riot fluently, the worse off we all are.

[asdmumramblings]

The Markle Debacle

I have always liked our princes and their seemingly close relationship. Harry has a lust for life and I have enjoyed his naughtiness over the years. The royal that they couldn’t quite control, yet he has made the Royal family more relevant somehow. Like a breath of fresh air. The institution should have used his likability to their advantage. Harry, William and their wives were the future. Yet slowly William has morphed into his father, while Harry felt leaving England was his only option while his own father refuses to take his calls. Surely Charles understands better than anyone what it’s like to live a lie and how stressful it can be.

In recent years we have seen the Epstein sage / Prince Andrews interview with a defence based on being ‘unable to sweat!’ Really? And he thought the interview went well! Now Meghan and Harry have given us their truth after years of the tabloids destroying them. I did wonder wether the hate campaign against the pair was tolerated by the Royal institution to take the heat off of Andrew. Who hasn’t been ceremoniously cut off by the Royals (go figure). 

During the Oprah interview Meghans tabloid headlines were compared to those of Cate. Just by looking at those reports, the hate campaign launched against Meghan becomes abundantly clear. Cate was praised for eating Avocados and cradling her baby bump while Meghan demonised for the exact same thing. A girl who left everything to come to England for the man she loved. Then when she was fragile and needed help, she felt abandoned and alone. Having suffered from mental health problems myself I know first hand how thoughtless people can be. I reached out like Meghan did. I reached out to those who post on their Facebook, ‘it’s ok to not be ok’ and ‘I’m here for you’. They didn’t want to know, in fact I would say they were damed right nasty on the whole. In a time when social media rules, people post what they think will make them look good yet their actions show a different truth. Many people have asked why Meghan and Harry chose to give this tell all interview. They can’t understand why they don’t just get on with life and leave the past behind. But why shouldn’t they share their truth. For four years we have listened to a narrative fed to us by the tabloids and now it’s time to hear their perspective. Sometimes you need to acknowledge the past to move onto the future. Their interview will not change what’s happened but it may protect others in the future.

When Meghan and Harry were married I remember thinking what a wonderful thing it was. A Royal marrying a women of colour. Now I wonder if Harry released his engagement news before asking the institution for permission. It has been reported that William warned Harry to stop seeing ‘that girl’. And one does wonder. Whatever you believe it is very clear that the institution pulled the carpet from under them. They have used all the weapons in their arsenal to try and keep them in line. They even took back Harry’s military medals. Something I feel was rather petty. I think it’s great that Harry had the strength to stand against his family. It seems to me that the Royal Family have poison deep within and are an institution rotten at the core. This is not something new they have always been this way. They abandoned their family in Russia during the civil unrest resulting in their death. They could have acted but how the Royal family are perceived by the public was more important than the lives of their relatives in Russia. They seem to be doomed to keep making the same mistakes over and over. Putting public appearances ahead of doing what’s right. No one should have to live in a way which makes them so unhappy and family should support each other through tough times. The Royal family do an enormous amount for the UK and are born into a life of service. That said they deserve to be happy. They tried to force Harry and Meghan to toe the line using all they could against them. They gambled and lost. I truly hope that the institution will learn from this. Our culture needs to change. We need to change. Enough with the ‘Be kind’ rhetoric whilst firing bullets. If we stop reading the lies they will have to change the narrative.