#mind you it would be interesting to find out why the federation doesn't have a slew of Betazoid ambassadors for similar reasons

[noctumsolis]

Imagine if Data, after encountering the Tamarians in Darmok, had undertaken a diplomatic mission embedding himself in their culture. He could have spent a lifetime learning to understand them and their conceptual framework.

[odusseus-xvi]

q!Antoine and the president. (a semblance of an analysis I suppose)

So there are posts that explains some of it, but I wanted to talk how about yesterday (and before), q!Antoine has expressed his intense distrust of q!Forever and his presidency. And some were confused, but if you think about it, it's actually really easy to realise why.

First of all, cc!Antoine is almost always 99% in character, and he always acts on things his character has witnessed. If he hears things from outside, this does not enter in consideration for q!Antoine. Now when we have that in mind we just have to see what q!Antoine's interactions q!Forever are. Well first of all there aren't a lot.

First is, when he arrived was when the Cellbit/Forever divorce arc happened, so that was not a shining light set on him. Then was IMMEDIATLY the election arc, where his only interactions were the debate, in which q!Antoine did not like q!Forever's campaign and behavior, AND that one time q!Forever came to see q!Antoine in his base to promote his candidacy, THAT q!Antoine did NOT like. That was to him, a move that you do when you are trying to manipulate. If you are a good candidate I will vote for you, you shouldn't need to come in my home to tell me what to do. At the same time was how he showed his friendship with q!Cellbit, except q!Antoine never really got a full explanation as to what happened, so to him, they went from worst enemies to best friends overnight. Not only that but the ONLY explanation he got was "Oh yeah he was actually faking working for the federation." only to be followed by "Oh but it turns out he is still working for the federation by accident". So that was confusing. So all of that was what makes q!Antoine not satisfied with q!Forever's presidency.

The situation of yesterday was just a result of a lot of things. AS you know q!Antoine is easily distrustful and paranoïd, but when under stress he is also very rationnal. To a point where emotions can simply disappear. And stressful is an understatement to describe what those last few days were. So when he's now alone, with non of Aypierre's factories working, he is left with one thing to do : Let's talk to the only guy there, Forever. And when he arrives and see the state of q!Forever, his first thought is not "Oh no what happened to Forever." It's "Oh no, something is not right with the president, we are all in trouble." Because he doesn't see a human anymore, he sees the president, something that has power over him and everyone, that he didn't even trust with that power initially, acts exactly like what the Federation would want from him. "I'm not here to help Forever, I'm here to show how dangerous he is right now. This is how we get him out of the presidential office." When Cellbit logged on he went "Oh I have someone to talk- Wait shit. It's Cellbit... I don't trust Cellbit either... Oh to hell I need to talk about this with someone anyone.", when Cellbit said "We need him back we can't lose him", he went "Absolutely he is the president." Cellbit answered "He is my friend." And he didn't say it outloud. But I can easily see him answer "But he's not mine. That's just as dangerous." Later when Cellbit said "We can't tell anyone what's happening or they won't trust Forever anymore." His answer was "Oh but I don't know if I can already. He is dangerous right now." And when you watch only his pov (which is basically what cc!Antoine is doing, he is putting NO external information in q!Antoine) it makes a lot of sense, especially if your character is paranoïd and detached by nature.

That's just what I wanted to say because I find his character very cool and interesting in all this ruckus. It's also very consistent if you think about it. Also, if you worry about him toning down his mistrust and brewing conflict because of twitter, don't worry, he has one the most heavily moderated chats I know, AND he deleted twitter, so he'll do his things until he is bored of it and wants to change.

(That Alien cubito is so fascinating to me.)

[dotterelly]

Thinking about who knows what about qPhilza's current... situation at the moment.

qPhilza obviously knows the most, unless you count the Enderking themselves. He knows who's after him and has a few ideas as to why he would be their target, though he doesn't know their full intentions necessarily.

Tallulah and Chayanne know a lot, they've been watching their dad's behavior change for a while now. And they know about the things he saw and how much they scared him. And that someone's after him. And they know about Rose. They also know the crying obsidian blocks showing up are a bad sign.

qBagi and Empanada probably know the most outside of the Death Family. qBagi overheard some and Empanada all of the conversation qPhilza had with Tallulah outside their house. They know there's a "him" that qPhilza is being influenced by from that, and Chayanne and Tallulah confided a little in them later after qPhilza left, so they know that he's gone and said he'll be back Friday. qBagi is already throwing theories around but lacks context so she contextualises the situation with the most common enemy she knows of, the federation and their experiments.

qFit technically knows the name Enderking. Back when only qPhilza could see things our crow did once confide in him that if it was someone trying to contact him it would be the Enderking and he would be insanely dangerous. I don't think qFit remembers though. Other than that, he knows mostly what was visible and the few things Chayanne and Tallulah let slip, and that qPhilza said everything was fine now which he took to mean nothings fine so he intends to try and keep an eye on things in the Death Family household. But he's likely to be... distracted this week.

qPac is the last islander I can think of who knows somethings up with qPhilza. He was there with the group observing the changes and the glowing mess on qPhilza's shoulders and back. But he's less of a direct confidant of qPhilza than qFit is, and didn't get any extra information like qBagi did. The eggs Ramon and Richarlyson were also present to see qPhilza's state, and may know more depending on how much or how little Chayanne and Tallulah have/will confide in them.

Idk if any of the above shared any info with other islanders today? It basically amounts to not many knowing much at all, so standard for qsmp character lore XD. I'm interested to see who else will find out and how they will react, and of course in how our crowman will fair in his attempt to "clear his mind".

[notfinancialadvice]

"The feds cut the interest rate by 0.5% or as some people say 50 basis points what should I do?"

as per usual this isn't financial advice

it is... rambling

The thing you should do is look at anything that you are paying interest on -- loans, credit cards, mortgages, etc. -- and see if the rates go down.

Or if you don't mind opening up the ol' customer service email to your loan provider: "Will my interest rate be affected by the recent federal rate cut?"

If it is a "fixed interest rate" the answer will be "no"

If it is a "variable interest rate" the answer is "maybe" and depends on how much they want to keep your business (i.e. how difficult it is to go elsewhere).

They are not legally obligated to cut your rate, but, borrowing money just got cheaper, so if you can go elsewhere and they don't drop your rate, consider it.

Repeat: Consider it.

via

If you are borrowing $1,000 across 10 years with an interest rate of 6% you will pay $332.25 in interest across the life of the loan. This is (rounded) $33.23/year averaged.

If you are borrowing $1,000 across 10 years with an interest rate of 5.5% you will pay $302.32 in interest. This is (rounded) $30.23/year averaged.

For easy math, we'll say you took out the loan the day before, and refinanced the day after, the interest rate change took affect.

Original total interest: $332.25 minus New total interest: $302.32 equals A savings of: $29.93 across the life of the loan

That doesn't sound like much, right?

$29.93 / $332.25 = 0.09... = 9%. Borrowing money got 0.5% cheaper, you end up saving 9% across the total amount of your loan.

"Why wouldn't I do this? Why do you say consider it?"

Because changing loans often has fees.

Using the above example is a fee-less situation.

Depending on your loan, credit card, etc. you might have to pay a percentage or a flat fee (or both). This is especially common in credit card balance transfers -- so saying, it's frequently capped... so... unfortunately you have to do math.

Play with this site.

I am not affiliated with this site in any way, shape, or form.

I know.

It's a lot of math.

Credit cards are (often) a good thing to refinance via balance transfer. It can affect your credit because it gets pulled for the new card, so be careful about that. Also, as always, watch out for fees.

Personal loans, similarly so.

Mortgages are trickier because the complex structures, but it's worth looking into.

Student loans (frequently) are "Federal interest rate + X%" so will float down naturally, but it's always good to check.

"Should I use the extra cash saved to pay off my loan faster or save it?"

Really, really, really common and equally complex answer.

Start with "how good is your emergency savings?" Then "will the extra cash noticably improve your day-to-day or other financial goals?"

Assuming not, and you want to pay down the loan faster because that will help your goals more

Using the same site as above, but switching to mortgage calculator because that has a "pay extra towards" box

Original monthly payment: $11.10 New monthly payment minimum: $10.85 Difference: $0.25

I don't know this show so I hope these people aren't bastards. I'm hoping my context of "This can be handled" is coming across.

So you say "my minimum payment is $10.85, but I'm going to keep paying the original pre-fed cut of $11.10 anyway. I am paying $0.25+ monthly."

You would pay off the loan about 3 months early and save $9.64 in total interest (about 3.19% less total interest on the entire loan).

This may or may not be significant, Depending On Your Actual Numbers.

Your final task is to figure out what will help you live your best life -- paying a loan off slightly faster and cheaper, or doing something else entirely.

It is so tempting to say "I NEED TO PAY OFF LOANS AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE" because debt is (frequently) seen as having some sort of moral structure assigned to it.

"Good debt versus bad debt" etc.

...end this in your mental thinking as quickly as possible. Do not allow money to have a moral or ethical stance. It is a social force. Declaw it in your mind.

The usage, hoarding, acquiring, whatever of money -- sure, give that a value if that fits into your worldview -- but money as a social force is as neutral as gravity is a universal force.

When considering your debt, look at the cost.

It should be serviced as cheaply as possible in the best possible terms you can get.

When you reconfigure the loan to a new structure and now have less of a resource drain, you are not better as a person because you were not worse before.

You get to re-do the thoughts, "I have +X resources now. How can I use them to build my life?"

That's it.

As always, this ramble is brought to you by a lifetime of having to fucking figure out the world of money, business, etc. myself and I am pissed off by it and the resolution of that anger is spreading information as possible

I did not have a mentor.

I hope you do.

I am not your mentor.

I do not mentor people. I am ill equipped from a personality standpoint.

But hopefully this inane rambling will help answer questions until you get one, assuming you want one.

:-)

[magemultifics]

Dark Samus w/ Sleep Deprived S/O

A/N: Listen, I know Dark Samus is just a hive mind that seeks to expand and consume Phazon, but let me have this.

Dark Samus, I feel like if she's able to talk she will. She doesn't understand why her nemesis Samus doesn't talk, but if she's capable of laughter she's capable of speech.

Dark Samus does sleep weirdly enough. It's a way for her to collect her thoughts and scheme in a sense.

if Samus isn't used to human behaviors', Dark Samus is even WORSE about it.

Doesn't notice until you sway on your feet before collapsing in her arms.

Actually panics, but on the outside seems composed.

Flies you to her lair in a broken down space station that she powers up with her Phazon.

Insert Eldritch panic here!

She takes over the AI database to the Federation and hooks it up to you.

Dark Samus didn't know there could be such a thing as sleep deprivation since she tends to sleep when she feels the need.

You wake up after the brief passing out and your vision is blurry, but you can make out the figure of your strange eldritch lover scrolling inquisitively on a Federation computer.

You attempt to get up, but your body is tired so you really end up falling back on the sheets, eyes heavy and burning.

Dark Samus turns around in her chair before getting up and meeting you at your side, brushing a hand through your locks, watching you press your face into the hand.

The dopple powers down the computer before deactivating portions of her suit and lying down with you.

Her phazon body radiating a comfortable heat in the chilled air of the space station.

She pulls you into her arms and curls them possessively around you, and you can hear the phazon humming to life beneath her skin.

Dark Samus' legs tangle with yours breath hot against your cheek in an phantasmic laugh. One hand is curled around your waist tracing idle patterns and the other has pulled one of your legs over her hip.

She hums, the hand at your hip pulled your hair from your face and brushed it behind the ear, feeling you unwind in her arms.

Dark Samus finds it endearing that someone like you would find interest in someone so deadly and alien as her, but she's not complaining. She's never had the company

Sleeeeeeeeeeeep, I will be here. Anyone who tressspasssesss willl be devoured

[wsdalt]

hellooo i am a bit late but. ask game! 🏜️🎨🥤? (ik you did the last one already but recs are always fun!)

"what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?"

um… okay firstly i obviously love all comments, but i will say i enjoy when people sort of… point out/engage with the thesis of sorts of the fic? i suppose? i don't always go into a fic with a "thesis" i'm trying to convey in mind, but sometimes i do and i like when people pick up on it and engage with or mention it \o/!!

"recommend an author or fanfic you love"

well… i would recommend you pfft but you're the one sending the ask. so um… in the interest of sticking with felps related fics i will recommend “we made out way by finding what is real” and “once more to see you” because I’ve been in a federation escape stream mood \o/!! First one is them escaping (+ timeloop concept) and second one is post-escape… fluff I suppose? as much as it can be considering the circumstances and paranoia

"link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it" (out of order just in case i need to use a cut pfft. i did need the cut. okay have fun \o/)

it's that time of the week, time to pass the felps bystander guilt art… while this features other people in true nature to myself i will focus on felps with this though okay lets go: very cool piece first of all \o/!! second of all i have no idea if this is jaime's intentions with this art at all but…

felps having his face turned towards what is happening with cell and pac, but when you actually look he's looking completely past them? they're in his peripherals, surely… it's not that he can't see them, or he's entirely ignoring what's happening--it's in a murky sense of acknowledging it without acknowledging it? he's acknowledging it, but he can't look right at it. i like that as much as cell and pac draw your attention, felps stands out a lot--everyone else is in orange, and they're also a lot more… "fluid" i guess than him? (although with JV it's because he's dead and dead bodies don't really hold tension oops…) i just really like the perfect posture + almost casual stance

i think you can link it easily to the fact felps has a slight tendency to fall into the "everything's fine \o/" way of processing things--or at the very least tries to brush over his issues? it's not his method 100% of the time, and it doesn't fully work, but you know--you can also link the fact it doesn't fully work to the fact he looks back: he can't fully ignore it

i always imagine this scene as felps being told by cell to stand guard and make sure no one interrupts him and this very much feels like a depiction of that. a very sort of hopeless "what else can i do but this?" and throwing himself into it. he has his guard stance--but he looks back! maybe because despite the neutral expression (see again: "everything is fine" approach) he does care about pac a little and he doesn't want this to happen. he can't bring himself to watch, but he can't bring himself to look away and pretend it isn't happening either!

back to felps standing out: it really plays into that line he had when he mentioned to richarlyson that he was in prison--i'm paraphrasing a little i think because i don't have time to hunt it down, but he said something like "i was on the other side. i was alone." and you can really see that here! he's definitely not "one of them". the different uniform, the different colours, the difference in stance… despite the fighting going on the others seem more "united" as a concept…? i don't know how to explain it

the bystander guilt is also a fun thing combined with his saint stuff and all that, but that isn't specific to this piece

anyway getting specific with it and really just taking audience interpretation liberties here even moreso than before: colouring behind felps' head as halo and by extension priest imagery if you're me. his hands behind his back is cool--i can't remember if i wrote this into my fic(s?) specifically because of this piece, but i do lean into the idea of him during this era holding his hands behind his back as a professional way to hide them so people can't see them shaking

felps being the tallest can also be a reference to the fact he's technically supposed to have the most power here due to being a guard, but that's neither here nor there as he… doesn't actually have much power in the scene (the blackmail). although maybe just the illusion of power, but not acting on it is interesting? to someone like pac--he could've stopped it. or tried to. but he didn't. and we know that's because of the blackmail--but it'd be hard for pac to conceptualise that if he wasn't the kind of person to do the "everything's fine!" thing and succeed very very well until he has to break

celltw are fun and jaime did amazing with them of course, but this piece will always be the felps bystander guilt art to me. i have it as my lock screen pfft

[deliverance-guy]

Imagine being such a lazy and incompetent writer, that you not only forget to give one character closure but at least two.

Rant incoming:

You can do so much with Narek's character and I would have loved seeing him getting a redemption ark, exploring the cult of the Zhat Vash and interacting with other people than his sister. Dang, let him realise that he has been brainwashed since his childhood, allow him to overcome his prejudice and trauma with the help of Laris or even Elnor and make him a powerful ally through the plot, which could have been so strong and interesting to watch. But no. They literally forgot about him and Chabon’s clarification, or better his planned fate doesn't make sense. Why should he be brought into federation custody?

A) What he did was horrible, yet inside of romulan space and under romulan laws dedicated towards a then illegal life form who has most likely signed a contract agreeing to said laws and possible consequences of conflict with the police/ the Tal Shiar. As a result, they shouldn’t be able to arrest him for anything since he was also way too young to be involved into the destruction of Mars.

B) Moreover, he recognised his mistakes and showed a will to work on himself. Prison will only make him loose that short window of change of mind and harden his believes, since he spends the whole time with himself and we all know how thoughts can spiral into hate and frustration rather than understanding and reflection. His whole world collapsed around him and instead of taking the shot to work with him, they leave him alone with his thoughts and the urge to find someone to blame for his misery?

Even though I am heartbroken to what they did to the La Sirena crew, I felt like they had some sort of resolution inside the seasons and their arcs, not perfect or satisfying but still (we don’t talk about how the writers ripped everything apart in season 3, that is another essay worth of rant). I deeply mourn for what could have been and are beyond mad they threw out Soji and Elnor so fast. It just felt cheap. I can understand why they did it with Elnor, to give Raffi a motive to work through her guilt for manipulating him (which kind of got brushed off and came out of nowhere so idk why you couldn’t leave him in there and work through it alive and together).

For Soji, why give us Core when you don’t plan on doing something more with here than give the actor and Spinner something to do. How great would have been it, if Soji met her look alike and got to understand the origin of her “bloodline” and the reason behind her creation, something she desperately longed for. Let her find acceptance for herself and the confidence in her skin she deserves. Let her be more than some diplomate and a tool to portray the conflict between Agnes and Rios. The money I would give to see both of them coming up the agreement to work together and Soji’s decision to change her job from an anthropologist or doctor (I am not sure what her profession fell under) to an ambassador. SHOW US, please. To be honest, I can’t see Paramount doing a show with the watchers and Core, so why waste that time with a plot you could have given to a character already established in the season before, a whole audience was thrilled for?

And Laris... Cutting her off for nostalgia porn and claiming it was out of budget? How cheap is this please?! She deserved way better and not being tossed in the trash so carelessly by so called fans! If you don’t want her in the main storyline, fine. Just give her an ending. A sentence or brief interaction. She and Picard were literally a couple, so why deny her the interaction with Beverly and her stepson?

You can say what you want about star trek Picard but I think we all can agree on one statement: Picard has been such a massive mess in terms of carrying the plotline, characters and ideas throughout the seasons to a point were it almost felt like they have been completely different series from the beginning. Every season had such an unique idea and character developments, which got tossed aside and completely ignored in later episodes.

I know enough people have talked about this already but I needed to get it out of my system.

[asprngdeductionist]

Essay on Patrick Jane

Im Reposting some of my Best entries. Heres my essay on Patrick Jane

Introduction.

Patrick Jane is the main protagonist in the 2000's American TV show "The Mentalist" portrayed by Simon Baker. Patrick Jane is the main  protagonist on the show, and with a surprisingly the least morals  on the team of protagonists. We'll get to these later. Patrick Jane works in the California Bureau of Investigation (CBI), but later works for the Federal Bureau of Investigations (FBI). Both as a consultant. Before that, he was a professional mentalist that faked psychic powers to get money out of people.

Powers and abilities.

Patrick Jane possesses a powerful mental prowess. He is a master of tactics and people, especially knowing them. His observational skills are absolutely exceptional. I myself, am a deductionist/mentalist, so I know about how this works. His observational skills are at the level of the legendary deductionist Sherlock Holmes. I'd even bother to say that Patrick Jane was a better Sherlock Holmes than the Benedict Cumberbatch incarnation in the 2010 BBC's " Sherlock ". All deductions are focusing on 4 different  ways of information. Attire, Physicality, Verbal and non-verbal sources. In the case of Patrick Jane there are five,because he is a master of using his intuition. This is mostly framed as guesswork. 

Painful past and story

The story of the show starts off with introducing us to Patrick's past. And how The notorious serial killer "Red John" killing his wife and daughter because of his profession of being a fake psychic (mentalist).The rest of the story revolves around his redemption and act of revenge. After 6 seasons/ years of a cat and mouse battle of Patrick and Red John, with Patrick trying to find out who he  is and kill him for good. He accomplishes his goal of vengeance and kills his nemesis after a long battle of unraveling a secret society of corrupt law enforment officials all throughout the state of California. There is though another 1.5 seasons of the show. What happens then? He finds Final peace in his new love interest. Then the final wedding, we get the final moments of a peculiar show that brought excitement to its watchers for years.

The character's moral compass

Patrick JAne is a very grey character. He is the perfect balance between the Good guys of his team at CBI and his nemesis in Red John. He said it himself, and I can't sum it up more. "I don't care about the law, I care about justice." Seeing this quote, something comes to mind. He doesn't care about the rules of the world. The rules that other people set for everyone. He cares about his own morals and rules. "An eye for an eye" as they say. That's why he's so grey. The cops represent the law and the boundaries and Red John, the crimes and unhinchedness of everything. Patrick represents justice. There is a problem though. Not even Patrick is sure if his quest of vengeance is even good when you look at the quote: "Revenge is for fools and madmen." 

His allies 

Patrick Jane has a team. Just like Gregory House from "House MD" and even Sherlock Holmes. The team consists of a pretty good dynamic. Teresa Lisbon played by Robin Tunney is the boss and the one who doesn't agree with Patrick and questions his morals Just like Cuddy with House. Then we have rigsby and Van Pelt (Owain Yeoman and Amanda Righetti). Rigsby is the big and dumb and Van pelt is the good-girl i guess. And their whole arc revolves around them being in love and the rules not letting that happen. I think I can reference this to Chase and Cameron. Then we get to the most bad-ass character in the history of the show. Kimball Cho portrayed by by Tim Kang the buff asian with a robot-like character. I would make a reference to Foreman, but I'm not sure if there are any simmilarities.

Conclusion

The Character of Patrick Jane is a deeper concept when you think about it. His mental abilities and unique deduction style is most intriguing. I try my best at adapting it into my own. The depth of his morals is a nice addition to the generic 2000's crime drama that is "The Mentalist".

Happy Deducing!

[poltergeist-coffee]

Something has been on my mind for quite a time: "imagine if someone adopted a code, would be funny" and then I remembered this when Codeflippa appeared again, like, yeah she's a code but she's anti federation (yeah, I know they tried to kill the eggs, they killed some of them) but Codeflippa has just been there, y'know, if someone say that the code are evil I think Slime should use the "I can fix her" card

I think Slime deserved to have his daughter back just because of that song (flippaflippaflippaflippaflippafliplaflippaflippaflippaflippa I MISS YOUUU)

Tubbo just wanted to live in a romance book, and poor Fred having a existencial crisis

And yeah, Walter Bob is like a guardian angel to the Brazilians, to me, Walter Bob is already brazilian

He got all the requeriments: kidnapped and used by the federation and most importantly, we love him ❤️

*Fingers cracking noise*

There's just so many slangs on Brazil

Really, sometimes not even us understand some slangs from others states

Well, there's one I find funny that is very used on... The north I guess? I know they say it a lot on Pará, but here where I live is used too, but not as they do

Égua

Is the femine of horse(cavalo) and can be use as a cuss alone(but is not really a swear word) or like "filho de uma égua"

But as I said égua is used a lot in Pará and Maranhão, it can be used to express astonishment(?) And surprise

Is kinda like "ôxe"(can also be written as ôxi), Wich is one of the most popular expressions on the north east, but it gives also the feeling of confusion

There is also "oxente"(oxe is actually a abreviation of this word)

There's this phrase "pode ir tirando o cavalinho* da chuva" Wich can be roughly translated to "you can take the (little*) horse out of the rain"

*cavalinho is the diminutive of cavalo, so you can also say "little horse" but I've put this on translator because my English stopped working for a moment lol

Is a popular expression on Brazil, Wich basically means to give up on a illusion or on expecting something will happen, like, to not wait for a determined event to happen

Like in something as "if you think I will clean your room, you can take your little horse out of the rain"

I've done little research and apparently English has a similar expression "don't hold your breath"

This turned out to be longer than I expected D:

But it was fun , I hope I managed to explain clearly, but if something turned out a bit confused you can ask me, I will be more than happy to explain it:)

- 🍽️

qslime: I can fix her (about codeflippa and also his bitch wife, qmariana)

i wonder if codeflippa is one of the codes who have fought etoiles because i think it would be fun if we let codeflippa spar with etoiles kjanvjkasd he needs enrichment!! let him with with her!! <- this will not happen

i think we should get all the dead eggs back but that's just me...... i want jaiden and roier to have bobby back im sorry they deserve to have him back and to play with him again :"((

Reading about you describing/explaining Brazilian slang is so cool!! I feel like every language that isn't English has so much more interesting slang and variations for swear words kajsndvjkas English doesn't have a wide range of them

You talking about the feminine word for horse reminds me of the word "bitch" because it's actually the word used to describe a female dog but it's more often used as a swear word in english :0

yes!! "don't hold your breath" is exactly like the expression you described. it's like "don't expect something to happen for a really long time". That's so cool!!! i think your version of the expression, it more fun in a way lol

Since you taught me something I will also teach you something from my language (Chinese)!! I think it's very funny but in Chinese 'egg' is often used an an insult for some reason. i don't know why but a lot of like... swears/insults contain the character for egg in it. Like the equivalent of calling someone a bad apple in english is to call them 坏蛋 (pronounced like huàidàn) which means stupid/bad egg.

[khaaaaaaaaaarson]

Let me start by saying that I have absolutely no hope (considering the shit SNW has already done to snuff out any queerness so far) that Spirk will ever be canon under the current showrunners. I've lived in Fandom for most of my life now, and I have a pretty good head for when stuff will not go the way I hope. THAT BEING SAID! If I want to read into this scene? (And read into it way beyond probably anyone in charge has bothered to research?) Jim Kirk is a smart boy! He wants to be a Captain. He knows TONS about etiquette in regards to every federation race. He knows at the very least that Vulcan's would prefer not to shake hands. That is what the ta'al is for! And I'm happy to be corrected, but I don't think that we've seen Spock shake many hands in SNW? So it is weird, first of all, that Jim even offers his hand bc he definitely knows that it is probably a faux pas among Vulcans. So why did he do it? I feel like for the showrunners, it's just how Jim is. That masculine, nohomo, gotta shake hands out of respect bullshit or whatever. For my shipper brain? He does it because he's genuinely enamored as soon as he hears Spock's voice. Watch how he looks at him! He stares for way longer than necessary before standing up to greet Spock. So my Spirk brain reads this as Jim is so taken that he doesn't even really think before he's offering his hand. It's just a knee-jerk reaction as Nyota introduces them. And as for Spock? He's used to humans. He's used to having to touch or be touched. Of course, he knows he can refuse or politely decline, and I'm absolutely sure that he has in the past, but in this moment? He sees the hand and chooses to take it. Maybe he's intrigued? A Kirk that isn't the bane of his existence? Very interesting! And so yeah, maybe he thinks, "I'd like to get a little peek into this guy's head! He's offering!" And that quick brush of their minds is not life-changing, not yet! But it's so... different. Fascinating, one would say. Maybe even a little thrilling bc, as we all know, Vulcan's hands are sensitive. I love the idea of Nyota having this as shit talking material when they're her captain and First Officer, bc you know Bones will die when he finds out this is how they first met. "Your first kiss was seconds after meeting, Jimmy? Why am I not surprised!" Anyway, their first meeting being something so simple makes me happy. Also, cant ignore the fact that Spock was probably coming over in the first place bc he wanted to introduce himself which is lowley a very cute thought. I just wish the rest of the show wasn't fucking with the canon so thoroughly.

folks you are not ready

none of you are ready for the spirk first meeting

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part V*

Summary: Harry gets some news about you from the watchers but it doesn't deter him. You are caught with a conundrum and have a decision to make about your relationship with Miguel.

A/N: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This is a longer update, at 8k words which means there's a lot of info to take in so pay close attention. Character List for reference

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, dry humping, cheating (technically), mentions of spells & incantations

Part IV

Part V*

It didn’t take the watchers long to find their first bit of interesting information about you. When Harry received the call from Aim, he was in the middle of getting caught up on a few things that he��d neglected the past few days since he found you. He really wanted to stay and watch you eat your toast while you looked at your phone watching dumb videos but duties called.

Aim told Harry to wait for Tamie, the watcher who had found the important information. She would be arriving to his home in approximately thirty minutes with documents and information for Harry.

“I’ve looked over everything she’s found, and it does nothing to comfort me about the mistress you’ve selected. They are still gathering information about her but I’d caution you to keep your distance, at least a little until we know more. I’m not telling any of the apostles of the findings until necessary, but they will request information.” Aim advised.

Harry shook his head to himself, “Understood. I’ll wait for here for Tamie.” He wouldn’t be keeping his distance, that would hinder his progress with you.

Aim knew Harry wouldn’t listen, but he had to at least offer him some advice, “I know you’ll do what you want anyway, Harry. But what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t give you a warning? I’m rarely wrong when I make these calls. But, we’ve been given free will, and you certainly can proceed how you choose but it’s wise to heed good advice. Bad choices have bad consequences.”

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course he knew his friend was right and he hadn’t even told Aim of what had happened when you were startled because you could smell him in your room when you couldn’t even see him. Harry could make this so much easier on himself by selecting a different mistress. But Harry was never one to take the easy way out. He adored a challenge and you were already coming around to him. In fact, he’d gotten a text from you not long before Aim called. Even if you were supernatural, he could still complete his task with you. It wasn’t unheard of. Not conventional, but not prohibited either.

“I know. I appreciate your advice and I’ll keep it in mind,” Harry spoke before both men said their goodbyes.

Just as Aim said, Tamie showed up with a folder in hand thirty minutes later.

“Come in, please.” Harry let the watcher into his home and noted how she looked around and at everything in his space. Harry had eclectic taste. If not expensive. It might have been a bit over the top but Harry embraced his preferences and the things he liked. People, demons, and angels who’d visited him usually made a few comments about his decorations. He almost expected it every time. He enjoyed the attention.

But Tamie didn’t say anything about the space around her or the decorations and furnishings he’d selected. She was clearly in business mode. Handing him the file she spoke, “Take a look at what I have here for you.” She leans in and opens the folder, pointing to the first document, “This is a birth certificate for Y/N, but it's been altered. To someone who doesn’t know what to look for this looks fine. In fact, most state and federal entities wouldn’t blink an eye or question the authenticity, which is why she exists as a citizen today. But I have come across this a few times and the pattern appears the same so I knew just what to look for and my hunch was correct. Can we sit?”

“Sure. Would you like anything to drink?” Harry said as he kept his eyes on the document, searching for what could be off about this as he led Tamie to his dining table where they could lay the documents out.

“No. That’s okay. Thank you.”

Tamie immediately took over, showing Harry her findings about you, “This is a fake. I could go into detail and explain why I know this, but you'll just have to take my word for it, because the rest of the evidence speaks for itself. This next document, here, is a sort of contract for an adoption. This wasn’t a regular adoption. There is no certificate of adoption, there is no original birth certificate either. Y/N was adopted illegally by her current parents. Y/N’s father, Enzo and her mother Gwyn deliberately looked into false adoption options and there are three other records, which I’ve made copies of… here…” she slid out a sheet of paper with three images, which looked to be receipts of some kind, “… these are like down payment receipts, and to set up the initial meetings for the adoption. Everything was done in cash so there’s no way to actually trace this back to Enzo and Gwyn, but we have this…” Tamie’s red nails pluck out another sheet of paper and puts it on top, pointing to the copied travel document, “… travel records for the both of them, going to the same city that these three receipts are from,” she points back to the paper with the images copied on it, “… the timeline matches up. The pair stayed at a small motel very close to the location and we see that they returned home after the initial meeting and deposit made.”

Tamie puts away some of the papers, stacking them up to move them aside as she brings out another travel document and more receipts. She outlines how the second receipt matched up with the location and the timeline as does the third. Then after the third is when they would have brough you home with them. More receipts of them making purchases for things a baby would need, this time with a credit card, so it was easy to find.

“This is something I’ve come across before when on surveillance. Every time I find something like this and we are suspicious about a particular person, it turns out they are part of the unfound, the ones who don’t know they are supernatural. It usually turns out that a fallen angel or the like, mated with a human and then the heir was abandoned or something similar. It’s typically a supernatural male who impregnates a human female and leaves her behind to have the child and so adoption can tend to be a possibility in these circumstances. But sometimes, things aren’t done legally and then the heir can get lost in the shuffle. It’s hard to keep track of them all and so they can be easy to lose, especially when there’s no official record and the pregnancy wasn’t documented.”

Harry nodded contemplatively, “So did you find that she’s actually supernatural, or?”

Tamie shakes her head and frowns, “Not yet. But, Harry, we are very sure she is. We’ll find out soon enough, but we did have an issue trying to extract a small bit of blood from her so we could take a DNA test.”

“You… what? When did you attempt to do this?” Harry had been with you for most of the last few days. He’d only been away with Aim and right now of course.

“A few hours ago. I went to her home and found her in her bedroom but she got spooked. I was invisible to her but it’s as if my presence had her on edge suddenly. I attempted to touch her with just my finger, as a test, to make sure the touch binding spell was working, but she felt me.” Tamie shook her head and kept her eyes on Harry.

“Why didn’t you just try to go in at night while she was sleeping?” Harry gave Tamie a look of confusion.

Tamie shook her head again and looked down at the paper and then back up to Harry, “It shouldn’t have mattered, Harry. You know that. If she were a normal girl, I would have already had that blood and it would be out for testing as we speak. But, now that we know the extent of her perception and her resistance to certain bindings and spells, I will try an attempt to do this again tonight when she’s in bed.” She lifts her brows as if to ask if he has any more doubts.

Harry had planned on going to see you after he was done with this meeting. He didn’t want anyone to know how fixated he’d become with you and so he suggested something else, “Let me do it. She’s become familiar with me, even trusts me. It will be easier for me to do it.”

Tamie smiled and chuckled, “I knew you would say that. I’d much prefer you to do it anyway. And just so you know, I’ll be watching. I already know far more than you think but I have no plans to share that information because that’s not what I been tasked for, unless you somehow interfere with the investigation then I’ll have to let Aim know about your little fascination with Y/N.”

Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He’s such a dumbass sometimes. Of course the watchers know. Luckily it’s not terribly important that Harry is infatuated with you… yet, “Thank you, Tamie.”

Tamie stacks the paper up again and places it in the file. She tucks it under her arm as she stands up from her chair, “I’ll meet you here in the morning at 9 am to get the sample. Oh!” She stops when she’s near the front door and turns to look to Harry, “We haven’t found anything unusual with Enzo and Gwyn at this point. It looks like they went through illegal adoption channels because they couldn’t financially afford traditional, legal adoption. They seem to not be a big factor in this whole thing, but we’re still looking into it because we never know.”

Harry nodded and walked Tamie to the door, and they bid their farewells. Harry sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. You were on his mind constantly since he’d met you. He had a few more days, give or take, left before he’d need to have intercourse and he doubted that you’d come around by then. That was too fast and as far as he’d gotten with you, he knew you wouldn’t be ready by then. He’d have to go out and find someone to fuck soon. Perhaps Tamie because she would be quite convenient.

In the meantime, he just wanted to be around you again so he took himself to your location and found that you were at someone’s house, Miguel’s house, in his bedroom.

Harry stayed back as far as he could, in hopes that you wouldn’t pick up on his scent but he watched as you and Miguel sat on his bed and chatted. Harry didn’t like how close you were sat to him and how you were holding his hand.

“Are you sure you can’t come? This sucks, Miguel. It’ll be five days at the Falls. It’s so pretty there too.”

“I have to work, Y/N. I couldn’t take off. I know it’ll be fun, I wish I could go too. But you can call me and we can talk every night and you can tell me all about it. How does that sound?” Miguel lowers his head to you to get your eyes on him.

You smile and then let go of Miguel’s hand and lean back with your palms flat behind you, “Amanda and Sarah will be there, so it won’t be bad. Would just be nice if all of us could go together.”

Miguel puts a hand on your knee and squeezes. You are immediately thinking about Harry and how he was a little touchy-feely with you. In fact, you feel like you can smell him a little and you sit up.

“Did you get a new cologne?” You ask Miguel.

Miguel shakes his head, “No. Not wearing cologne right now anyway. Just deodorant.”

You shake your head casually and look around the room. Your head stops and your eyes are directed right toward where Harry is in the room. It’s like you know he’s right in that spot. Harry is sure there’s something about you that’s supernatural. It can’t be denied anymore.

He watches you as you cock your head and squint your eyes, still staring in Harry’s direction, and then you smile and shake your head. Your thoughts are taking you to places they shouldn’t go. Harry’s been on your mind too much and you were worried about it.

You suddenly had the urge to text Harry and invite him to the five day conference at the Holy Falls Forest. Every year, in the summer, your dad and other pastors and leaders host a conference at the tabernacle at Holy Falls. It’s like summer camp for church goers. Morning meetings and prayers, a free afternoon with lunch, then a later afternoon meeting with worship and then evenings free to swim and hike and do whatever you felt like. You loved the grounds at Holy Falls. It’s beautiful and endless. It truly feels like a getaway and you always feel refreshed after attending.

“Miguel?” You suddenly say looking at your boyfriend.

“Yes?” Miguel grins at you and turns his body so he’s facing you.

“Do you want to try kissing? I kind of want to know what it feels like.” You truly were interested in how it would feel – in real life. You would never admit to Miguel that you kissed Harry, the man he thinks of as a stranger and who you’ve been texting the last couple of days, even if it was just in a dream.

“Yes. Now?” Miguel sits up in excitement. He’s been ready. He’s been dying to kiss you.

You nod and bite your lip, “Yeah. Now. Just like a little.”

Miguel scoots his body right next to yours and takes the back of your head into his hand and leans in, “Okay… I’m gonna kiss you…” he closes his eyes and puts his lips onto yours.

Harry rolls his eyes at the ridiculous scene before him. He can practically feel Miguel’s excitement from his spot in the room and he watches as you keep your eyes open and then look up to the ceiling and move your lips slowly.

Miguel moans and you furrow your brow and then push him back and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and laugh, “Okay… enough for now.” You look at Miguel and he’s clearly disappointed that that was all he got.

“Oh… okay. Well, whenever you want to try again, I’m ready.” He laughs and keeps his eyes on you, hoping you’ll want more but you really don’t. You didn’t exactly enjoy what Miguel just did. His lips were too hard and he was too eager. It didn’t feel like it felt in your dream with Harry. But you tried to shake that thought from your mind because that was just a dream.

You stand from Miguel’s bed and turn to him, “I’m gonna go home. Dinner will be ready soon. I’ll see you Sunday?”

Miguel frowns, “Oh… yeah. I mean, you don’t want to hang out on Friday?”

Your eyes widen and you just remembered that you were going to hang out with Miguel on Friday but you’d tentatively also made plans with Harry to go to see your sister’s boyfriend’s band. You’d forgotten about Miguel when you told Harry about that and he seemed interested.

“Uh, maybe… I forgot I was supposed to do something with my sister on Friday, but I’ll let you know if that changes. Maybe I can see you Saturday after you get off work?” You feel bad but not bad enough to cancel plans with the tattooed man. You kind of liked that you had a secret and that it involved Harry. And Harry was pleased.

In your bedroom after dinner you turned on the radio and walked around your room. You went to your closet and began talking to yourself, mumbling things Harry almost couldn’t hear. You pulled out clothes and laid them on your bed and tilted your head looking at your options.

You wanted to figure out what to wear to see Harry on Friday. And then you were reminded that you were going to invite Harry to Holy Falls.

You picked your cellphone up from your nightstand and texted Harry.

To Harry: Next Wednesday through Sunday there’s a big conference at this place called Holy Falls. It’s a beautiful place with a lake, hiking trails, waterfalls, and lots of nature. It’s super fun too!

To Harry: There are cabins to stay in and I think it’s like $100 for the five days and that includes food and lodging and all the activities. Do you want to join? I think it would be fun if you came.

You hit send and then turned back to your outfits. Wanting to look cute on Friday for Harry.

Taking your jeans and t-shirt off, Harry looked at the text you sent him and smiled. Of course he’d go, but he was distracted as he watched you take off your clothes and sample a few things in front of your mirror.

He wanted to get in close to you and put his lips on your neck. He wanted to land his palm over your ass as well. The little panties you were wearing barely covered your full bottom. He so badly wanted you. He would need to find a body to fuck soon. He hadn’t gone so long without having sex in quite a while and he knew you wouldn’t give in to him so soon.

You heard your phone chime and you quickly picked it up to read the text from Harry.

From Harry: Sounds fun. How do I sign up? Still on for this Friday?

You smiled and hummed with a big grin on your face.

To Harry: Yes, still on for Friday. I can meet you at the Union House where he’s playing - and if you come to church on Sunday I can get you a form to fill out so you can sign up and pay.

Harry smiled to himself. He watched as you continued trying on your clothes and talking to yourself.

“This one? Hmmm…” you turned to check out your bottom in the mirror. “Like that?” You brushed your hand over your bottom and smiled at yourself in the mirror. The scent of Harry lingered in your room still. You weren’t sure why it smelled of him so much but you also liked it. It made you feel quite excited. You couldn’t wait to see the handsome man again. You imagined yourself seeing him and what you’d say to one another. You wondered if he’d flirt with you. You wondered if your sister would like Harry or if she’d judge him. She could rude sometimes.

Your sister, Marianna, was quite protective of you. She was ten years older than you. Your mom had Marianna young, your dad was not her father. It was a little bit of a scandal some years ago when the congregation found out the truth, but your mom had been in love with a man before your father and she had Marianna but the man left them. Then your mom met your dad and the rest is history. They had you a little later in life, your mom was in her thirties.

After selecting your outfit for Friday night, you took off your bra and slid your t-shirt back over yourself and climbed into bed. You had another text from Harry you hadn’t seen.

From Harry: I’ll be at church on Sunday, then. Kind of didn’t want to wait to see you until Friday. What are you doing right now?

You felt your heart rate increase. It was past 11pm, and your parents were asleep. You could potentially sneak Harry in if he was quiet. You felt your heart flutter and your nerves peak with anticipation. Biting your lip you responded to him.

To Harry: Okay. Do you want to come to my house? My parents are asleep so you have to be quiet. I don’t think I want to leave tonight and drive anywhere.

Harry internally patted himself on the back. You were already inviting him into your house. Behind Miguel’s back. He could already tell Miguel was on his way out.

From Harry: What’s your address? I can come over now.

You squealed and fell back into your pillows with bright pink cheeks and the largest smile your face could allow.

To Harry: //location pin drop link//

To Harry: That’s where I live.

Harry watched your reaction and he was feeling quite giddy as well. He hadn’t felt excited about anyone in many long decades.

From Harry: Ten minutes away. I’ll text you when I arrive

You rushed off your bed and Harry watched you dash around your room to pick up, mostly just tossing your clothes into your closet. You slid on a pair of shorts and then put a bra on and the t-shirt you were wearing back over it.

Smoothing your hair out in your mirror, you smiled and checked out your teeth and then put your lip balm on. You did a dance-walk across your room and jumped a little at the end, only to turn and do the little walk again – your knees nearly hitting your chest as you tried to expend some of your anxious energy. Hopping around a little with a large smile on your face, you made your way to your window to look out and watch for Harry. You were curious about the kind of car he had.

Approximately ten minutes later a black SUV pulled up across the street from your house and then the car was turned off. No movement right away but you assumed this was Harry. Just then a chime from the text sounded and you pulled it up.

From Harry: here, out front

You squeaked and tossed your phone on your bed and quietly tiptoed through your house to open the front door for Harry. He was walking up to the house just as he saw you opening the door. You held a finger up to your lips as he entered and you closed the door behind him.

You gestured for Harry to follow you to your bedroom. You’d never really done anything like this before, sneaking someone into your house. But Harry was worth it. You really liked him and you wanted his attention on you. Something about him made you feel like you wanted to see him so badly that you’d risk getting into trouble. It had occurred to you, for a just split a second, that you would never do this for Miguel.

Harry was working on keeping his cool as well. His natural inclination was to just take what he wanted, because he wanted it. Desperately. But there was something about the chase for him, the challenge, that made you seem even more delectable.

In your room, with your door closed and the deadbolt in place, just in case, you watched as Harry took in your bedroom. Your room wasn’t much. A basic bedroom. You had a single poster up of the Rolling Stones (which your dad abhorred but your mother approved and her opinion always won out over your dad's) and a framed painting your mom bought you at an art fair a few years ago. You had a few little fun things around the room, but for the most part your room consisted of a bed, a dresser, a closet, a stand with books, radio, nick knacks, two bedside tables, a stand-up mirror, and a window with yellow curtains.

But Harry knew your room well at this point. He turned to you and grinned, “So, why’d you invite me over here. What does your boyfriend think about that?” Harry knew you hadn’t told Miguel. Of course you wouldn’t.

“Oh… well, he doesn’t know. And… I wanted you to come over because I can’t really go anywhere and you wanted to hang out, so…”

Harry tsk’d at you, “Liar. Are you telling me you snuck me into your parent’s house at night, into your bedroom, and locked the door behind us so no one could accidently barge in because I asked you what you were doing?”

You felt embarrassed. Harry was good at making you feel uncomfortable but strangely, you really liked it. You enjoyed him calling you out or saying things that made you squirm.

You swallowed and chuckled, looking down to your bare feet, “No. Guess not.” You spoke timidly.

Harry closed the space between you and softly placed a finger under your chin and nudged your face upward to look at him, “Then why?” He dropped his finger but continued looking at you, waiting for you to be honest with him. He knew why, he wanted to hear it though.

You inhaled his scent and it made you feel like there wasn’t anyone else in the world except you and Harry. You couldn’t get over it, how he smelled and how he spoke to you. It was like magic how you felt all these things for him when you’d never even felt this way about your own boyfriend.

“Because…” you breathed out, struggling to keep your eyes on his but determined to be open with him, because what did you have to lose? “I wanted you here. I like you.” You whispered the last sentence but Harry heard it loud and clear. His grin grew larger.

“Yeah? You want me around? Because you like me?” Harry loved this. Loved hearing you tell him that you liked him. He needed more, though. He really wanted to hear you just adoring him but he knew to take it slow. Harry was sort of eager to hear some praise from you.

You bit your lips and chuckled, looking down for a moment before bringing your eyes back up to Harry and nodded with your lips tucked into your mouth. You were embarrassed.

“It’s okay if you like me, Y/N. Sometimes you can’t control the way you feel for another person. Sometimes there’s a connection between two people that just can’t be ignored. Chemistry. That’s how I feel with you. The moment I saw you, I wanted to know you. We have chemistry. I think even Miguel knows it. There’s no denying is there? Do you feel it too?”

Harry brought one of his hands forward and brushed his knuckles against yours, looping a couple of fingers around your palm as he watched you and then let go. It was just a brief touch and you didn’t want him to let go. The touch from his fingers sent sparks of electricity through your hand and up your arm.

You grasped onto his hand that he just released from you and held on. You looked up to him and nodded, “Yeah. I do. I can’t explain it. What do you think it means?”

Harry squeezes your hand back and smiles down at you, “I think it means we try and find out what it means. Together. I don’t want to interfere with your relationship with Miguel, though. I’m not here to break up love. I just, I don’t know. There’s something about you, Y/N. It’s really up to you how we proceed.” Harry was proud of that spiel. Just emotional and dramatic enough that you were swooning.

Harry’s lips looked so pink and so plush at this moment. You’d noticed his lips plenty before, but right now, it was like… you couldn’t take your eyes off his mouth. And he noticed it too, the way you kept looking down at his lips.

“What do you want, Y/N? I know what I want but it depends on you what happens here.”

You nodded and blinked your eyes at Harry, “You’re right. I need to…” you sighed, and you knew it was the right decision, “… break up with Miguel. He wouldn’t like any of this and it wouldn’t be fair to him.”

Harry nodded and you watched as his eyes lowered to your lips and down your figure, back up to your eyes. It made you feel like you were floating away, losing balance, just the way he looked at you. He brought his free hand up to your cusp your cheek in his palm. He ran his thumb over your cheekbone gently. He looked over your face and down to your lips again. He still didn’t have you figured out quite yet but he knew he was getting close.

You could do nothing but to stand still, under his spell, looking into his eyes. Harry wanted to lean down and kiss you but he was stuck between wanting you to ask him and just making the first move. Sure he’d kissed you before, but you were under the impression that was all a dream. This would be real to you and he wasn’t sure how far you were willing to go. Fuck he was soft for you. If only you knew all the ways in which Harry has bent to your will since he met you, you’d realize he was an absolute sap for you. A complete fool. Even he wasn't quite ready to admit that to himself yet.

With Harry’s close proximity and the way he was looking at you, you thought he might lean down to plant a kiss on your mouth but he didn’t. You were a little disappointed. He seemed so forward and confident that you assumed he'd make the first move. You were a bit shy to ask him to kiss you. Even when you asked Miguel to do it, you had to brace yourself for spitting it out, taking the step to speak the words into existence.

“Harry?” You started with just saying is name. It could give you a moment to think about what you wanted. Buy you some time while you got up the courage to ask him to kiss you.

“Yes, Y/N. What is it?” He continued gently brushing his thumb over your cheek. But Harry knew you were struggling to work up the confidence to ask him what you wanted to. He brought his thumb downward to barely brush at the edge of your mouth, watching as your breath caught in your chest. He needed you to want it so bad you’d ask him. In all honesty he wanted you to beg him, that was his ideal scenario but he had a feeling that somehow you’d have him begging you at some point. You already had so much sway and power over him.

The feeling of Harry’s warm thumb grazing the edge of your mouth was the sexiest thing you’d ever had happen to you. You’d be imagining this moment for many years to come. The tall man stood before you patiently, silently waiting for you to speak.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You scrunched your face in embarrassment and looked down, but Harry’s hand on your cheek lowered to your jaw, which he titled upward. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed or take your eyes off him.

With your eyes back on him Harry smiled softly at you, his eyes looking over your face and down to your lips, “I have been dying to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” He leaned in closer to you, just waiting for the word. He could feel you tremble from nerves.

You nodded and looked down at his pink lips and then back to his eyes, your mouth parting slightly at the anticipation. Your heart was raging in your chest and you were shaking as if you were cold but it was warm in your bedroom.

“Yes.” You breathed out in a whisper. Still feeling the sting of embarrassment at speaking such a thing to a near-stranger. But you felt like you’d gotten to know Harry well over the last couple of days. All the texts back and forth and the conversation at the café. He was no longer a stranger.

Yes, was all you needed to say. Harry brought his other hand up to your face, cupping both cheeks in his palms he brought you closer to him as he lowered his face to feather his lips over yours. You could feel his warm breath on you and his scent was strong and unlike anything you’d smelt on anyone. It was inviting and sexy. It made you desire to do more than just kiss him.

When you puckered your lips in an effort to press them into Harry’s you closed your eyes as your world spun out from under you. Harry began to apply more pressure and his lips were now in synch with yours. You brought your hands up his back and closed the space between your bodies so you could experience him fully.

Harrys soft lips were slow and achingly gentle on yours. You didn’t have much practice but your instincts provided you with just enough understanding to open and close your mouth around his lips, pacing your movements with his.

Harry’s tongue smoothed over your lips and you opened your mouth for him. He wasted no time in showing you what it felt like to have a passionate kiss that made you feel weak in the knees. The kind you’d read about or heard about. You hummed at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking into your mouth and your senses were fading so that there was little thought in the way you moved with him. Your hormones led you and you stuck your own tongue out to participate in kissing Harry with more feeling.

Suddenly, with Harry’s lips still on yours, he nudged you back toward your bed. When the back of your knees hit your mattress you plopped down and Harry climbed right over you, moving you up your mattress. His hands were holding at your ribs as he adjusted your position, but he kept his mouth over yours.

You put your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes closed, basking in the sensation of being kissed, really kissed. Harry reluctantly moved his mouth from yours and he gasped. You were a natural. He loved the way you kissed him and he wanted more. It made him dizzy and horny. Harry needed badly to take care of his sexual urge and he knew you weren’t going to provide him with any relief in the way his body required. Not tonight anyway.

You watched as Harry scooted next to you and sat upright with his back to the headboard, "Climb up, into my lap.” He patted his thigh.

You were quick to comply, crawling over him and spreading your thighs around his as you moved yourself up his lap and settled your bottom down, facing him. You put your hands at his shoulders and Harry grabbed your wasted and pulled you even closer to him so your centers were smashed together. Harry’s lips found yours again as soon as he had you as close as you could be on his lap and you both continued lapping at one another and feeling lust bubble from your insides.

It didn’t take you long to feel it. Harry under your shorts, pressing into you right where you like your fingers when you get yourself off. But you were clothed and so was he, so it wasn’t that bad, right? Out of impulse you softly wiggled your hips downward over him and Harry hadn’t really expected it, but then again, maybe he wasn’t too surprised. You were a horny little thing, he knew it. And now that he was going to be around you more often he’d see to it that you stayed this way, so that eventually, you’d give in to him.

Harry placed his hands at your hips and pressed you down over him causing you moan and you backed away for a moment. All of the features on your face told Harry you wanted him. Your dilated pupils, your swollen lips, the way your mouth was parted, pink cheeks.

“I can’t. I mean, I don’t know if we should do this.” You were referring to the tiny bit of dry humping that had begun. It was just a little but it had you aching to be put out of your misery. And Harry was aching as well.

“S’okay. We won’t do anything you don’t want. Only want you to feel comfortable.” Harry was dying inside. He could tear your clothes off and fuck you right now, take your virginity and get you pregnant with his child. You’d probably like it too. He could smell you.

You nodded and smiled, sliding your hands down to his chest. You really liked Harry. He was so sweet and so patient with you. He seemed like a man with experience. You were sure of it, yet he was here with you, a virgin. You couldn’t understand what he saw in you, why he’d waste his time with you.

You bit your lip and looked up at your ceiling. You were facing quite the conundrum. You wanted to know what it would feel like to do a little more with him, but you were scared to sin further than what you already had.

“Do you…” you looked back to Harry and took a breath before continuing, “um… like me? Like, enough that you want to get to know me more?” You didn’t know how to ask him what you wanted. You were about to break up with Miguel and now that you were doing this with Harry you wanted to make things official and fast so you felt less like a slut. So it all felt worth it.

Harry, being quite observant and intuitive understood your need to confirm his feelings for you over and over again. He knew you’d want him to ask you to be his girlfriend. Normally he’d feel like this was a silly thing, a waste and he’d do it only to secure a future lay, but you were different and he couldn’t lie and tell himself this didn’t pull a smile over his face.

“I do like you. A whole lot. I already told you, there’s something about you. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same now that I’ve met someone like you. What about you? Do you like me too?”

You quickly nodded and sighed at his words, “Yes! I really do. I feel the same, Harry.” You smiled and Harry nudged his nose to yours and kissed you again, slowly, softly, with just the tiniest bit of tongue that had your panties slick and sticky and smelly (you could smell and so could Harry).

Harry released your mouth, grinning at you, “Yeah? That’s music to my ears. You’re gonna make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?” Harry was piling on the lovey dovey stuff. He knew you’d like it. And the sooner he could make you fall in love the sooner you’d allow him to take your virginity.

You giggled and shook your head, “You’re not serious.” You laughed out as you spoke.

Harry titled his head to the side and squinted at you with a frown, “Why don’t you think I’m serious? Have I not shown you how much I like you since day one? I really, really like you, Y/N. Like, more than you understand.”

You swallow and your heart is swelling at his words. He really likes you. It makes you feel gooey and melty and so excited.

“I don’t know. I just feel so, like, this isn’t real. Like you’re a dream. Like you’re too interesting and smart for me.”

Harry’s frowned deepened, “Fuck that. You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met, Y/N. Don’t sell yourself short like that. And this is real. Get used to it.”

A ghost of a smile fell over your features at Harry’s words. He was making you blush and you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Harry squeezed at your hips and then brought a hand up to cup the side of your face again, brushing his thumb up and down your cheek, “In fact. I want you to be my girlfriend. I know you haven’t broken up with Miguel, but I want you to be mine. Do you want that too?”

This was what you wanted. A confirmation of his feelings by way of commitment. You nodded, “Yes. I do. I want to be with you. I promise I’ll break up with Miguel tomorrow.”

Harry couldn’t give a fuck about Miguel but he did want you to be his alone. He felt possessive over you and if he had the chance, he’d flaunt it in Miguel’s face on Sunday. He was quite thrilled by this idea.

“Yeah? You want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?” Harry dipped his face close to yours, his lips over your jaw and you closed your eyes.

When Harry peppered small kisses over your jaw and down your neck you panted and rocked into him. The way it felt to have warm, wet kisses drawn down your neck by Harry’s lips couldn’t be explained. And he was your boyfriend now. Everything felt so surreal and sudden but it was earth shattering. Nothing would be the same for you from now on. You knew it. There was a shift in energy around you and you were prepared for it because Harry was part of that. Harry wasn’t the kind of guy your parents would be happy about. They barely tolerated you dating Miguel. And you almost broke up with Miguel to make your dad happy, even though he never asked you to do such a thing. But, you knew it right now, if your dad asked you to break up with Harry directly, you wouldn't.

When you began to slowly shift your hips and grind over Harry he realized you really liked having your neck kissed. He gently licked your skin and nipped at you, sucking lightly and then kissing down further. You moaned and your core tingled in delight. You knew you were rocking yourself over Harry’s hard penis. He was hard for you and that sent bubbles and sparks up your body, knowing you had done that to him.

He felt so good under you and his mouth on your neck made your mind blank, your only concern was the carnal need you had for Harry. And Harry wanted you to get what you needed from him. Even if he couldn't get what he needed. He'd let you use his big cock to rub yourself over and find relief if you needed to.

Harry gently lifted his hips upward for you as he draped kisses all over your neck and up to your jaw. He was solid in his pants and it hurt a little to have you smashing over him the way you were. But he loved a little pain so it was no deterrent for him.

Your movements became a little more hastened as you humped Harry’s clothed cock feeling the tell-tell tingle of your impending orgasm. When you moaned a little too loudly Harry brought his mouth over yours and you felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest.

With Harry’s lips smoothed over yours and your clit rubbed at the fabric of your wet panties over Harry you felt your body begin to give in to pleasure. You were at the point of no return now. If God was watching you, you couldn’t have cared in that moment. Harry was too good and he was all you wanted.

Harry’s lips on yours caught your moans and you began to see stars as you rubbed your clit just right over his firm penis. The friction was perfect and your orgasm boiled out into your panties and over your thighs.

Harry had to cover your mouth with his hand. Kissing you wasn’t doing the trick in keeping you quiet. He knew you were coming and his own heart was pounding from the experience with you. He couldn’t come like this. Harry needed a bit more, but he was certainly pleased at how you’d given in to him, even if it was just dry humping. He realized he had quite the effect on you and that fed his ego quite well.

With his lips at your neck and his hand on your mouth you groaned into his palm at the feeling of coming like this. It was a first for you. It’d always been by your own hand in private. But this was better than doing it alone.

When you’d finally quieted down a bit and stopped your hips from moving Harry released your mouth. You lazily opened your eyes to look at the man with dark pupils and flared nostrils. He was so turned on and horny it was ridiculous. He’d need to find a way to release ASAP. Tonight.

Harry tried to be as gentle and caring with you as possible when he took a sample of your blood while you were coming. It was easy. He took what he needed quickly, completing the task for Tamie.

He also tried to be as gentle and caring with you as he made an excuse to leave shortly after you'd orgasmed. He tucked you into your bed, kissing your face all over, and told you he’d let himself out. You were nearly asleep by the time Harry was already reaching out to Tamie on his way home to let her know he’d already gotten the sample. He was also motivated to call her over early so he could have a warm body to fuck. He needed a release immediately. After having you rub yourself over him like that, your scent all over him, the front of his pants still damp with you, he was in physical pain. And for his own health, he needed it as well.

Tamie questioned Harry at first, “I can come over in the morning to get it, as we planned.”

Harry shook his head and adjusted his heavy cock, “Can you come over now? Please?”

Tamie knew the reason. She was aware of what had happened in your room and that Harry was left hanging. She also knew his health would suffer if he went too long. So, for the sake of balance and because Harry was very attractive (as incubi tended to be) she relented.

Harry didn’t take long to get right down to it when Tamie arrived. He was whining and groaning as soon as his pants came off. Tamie wasn’t a stranger to sex with incubi. She loved the feel of them. Their large cocks, the best in kingdom of Hell.

And because Tamie was a fallen angel, he didn’t need to prep her before slamming into her cunt. She could handle it, and it felt good.

Harry fucked her insides and kept his eyes closed as he drove into Tamie. He pretended he was fucking you, dipping down into your tummy and pushing your insides apart. Tamie knew what this was. Just a need to be fulfilled. Nothing more. She wasn’t hurt by it or turned off. No hard feelings. She was just a warm hole to get him off until he could get inside of you. But she was using Harry just the same. She had her own sexual needs as well. Tamie had no trouble getting her needs met, she was gorgeous and men fawned over her but it was always a bonus when the man was an incubus. Typically human men would be falling over her but sex with humans wasn't always what it's cracked up to be.

“Fuck, Harry. Yes… ohhhh…” Harry slapped his hand over Tamie’s mouth. He didn’t want to hear her voice, only yours. Hearing Tamie’s voice and not yours nearly ruined his orgasm. He began to tremble as he was about to come. And as much as he was using Tamie he still wanted her to get off (for his own ego). He was desperate to come, hadn’t been so worked up in a long time. In fact, this was the first time in many long years that he had to hold himself back from coming too soon.

“Come on my cock, Y/N. Let me feel you…” he had no shame in calling Tamie by your name and Tamie was too far gone to even worry about it. She nodded and slid her hand down to her clit to speed up her approaching end. She squeezed her eyes closed as she came and moaned into Harry’s hand loudly.

As soon as Harry felt Tamie pulsing around him Harry released into her, driving his cock deep and stilling his hips, come coating her insides. Harry could control who he got pregnant. His sperm would only impregnate when he was ready for it. This was just for sex. This was just to release. It was needed. Necessary.

Harry sent Tamie on her way with the sample of blood and he finally felt normal again. He really needed that. He hadn’t realized going five days without intercourse (something he hadn’t done in many hundreds of years) would take such a toll on his mind and body. He felt like he could think more clearly and breath a little better now. He just hoped you’d be ready for him soon. He didn’t want to be putting his cock in anyone else at the moment. Not that he didn’t enjoy Tamie’s cunt. She felt very good around him and she was pretty but he only wanted you. Only wanted your scent covering him, your moans filling his ears, your eyes on him as you came… He couldn’t wait to corrupt you.

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My wife and I have talked before about how Julian and Garak's final interaction is super charged for, well, what is supposed to read as a final interaction. Julian has finally met demoralization at the hands of the outcome of the Dominion War, and Garak, is facing the complete destruction of the empire he was brought up to attend to with every measure of devotion he is capable of giving. The war shook his sense of self to his core, and his conception of what it means to be a good and loyal Cardassian. He knows that by staying on Cardassia now means that he will be facing a Cardassia that is starving and thirsty and bleeding and dying -- gone is the Cardassia he was exiled from. His victory tastes like dust and ashes.

Julian tries to comfort him and it rings hollow.

Julian: "You and I both know that the Cardassians are a strong people. They'll survive. Cardassia will survive." Garak: "Please, Doctor. Spare me your insufferable Federation optimism. Of course it will survive, but as not the Cardassia I knew. We had a rich and ancient culture. Our literature, music, art were second to none. And now, so much of it is lost. So many of our best people, our most gifted minds."

And the thing is, we know what Julian's done in "Extreme Measures." We know what Julian's been doing with Section 31. Garak does not. Garak doesn't know that Julian's lost the last of his sheen of naivete and innocence and "insufferable Federation optimism." Julian has stood toe-to-toe with the worst the Federation has to offer and almost lost his soul to it. He doesn't know who he is anymore.

But he thinks he still knows who Garak is--but as much as Julian has changed, so has Garak. They've both come up against calamities that would shake anyone to their core. They're both come out the other side of the Dominion War with their core beliefs wrenched from them. They can't find solace in each other. They're no longer the same people they once were.

Julian: "I'm sorry, Garak. I didn't mean…" Garak: "Oh, it's quite all right, Doctor. You've been such a good friend. I'm going to miss our lunches together." Julian: "I'm sure we'll see each other again." Garak: "I'd like to think so, but one can never say. We live in uncertain times."

But despite all that... Garak stops himself from truly lashing out at Julian. We've seen what it looks out when Garak truly lashes out at someone. Here is just... Garak in mourning, Garak taking in the losses, Garak trying to salvage one of the few connections he has left. Tain is gone. Mila is gone. His colleagues and sources have all been burned or killed. The Cardassia he was fighting to go back to, gone. He has an immeasurable task before him. And... he doesn't want to part with Julian on bad terms.

I think that Julian's attempt at consoling Garak--"You and I both know that the Cardassians are a strong people. They'll survive. Cardassia will survive."--was Julian attempting to communicate like a Cardassian. He's telling Garak that he's strong. That he'll survive. That he will help with the reconstruction of Cardassia. And Garak misses Julian's attempt at meeting Garak on his level entirely. He is, understandably, consumed by grief.

And so is Julian. He tries to not say goodbye. But Garak is ready to disembark. He's lost everything else, why not his dear doctor? Why would Julian not something he loses that day, too?

But I think what's interesting in how it's played out in the scene is that is sounds like Garak is throwing down a gauntlet. He won't just let Julian say they'll see each other again. Julian is going to know where Garak is. Julian is going to know that Garak can't and won't leave Cardassia. Julian is not going to be able to walk away from this conversation and soothe himself into thinking that fate or destiny will somehow lead them back together. They live in uncertain times. Garak might starve, or die of radiation poisoning, or from a lack of drinking water. Or he might get taken out in a building collapse or by disease or unexploded ordnance or any of the other things that plague nations at the end of terrible, bloody wars.

"One can never say." He throws down the gauntlet. "We live in uncertain times." Julian isn't going to be able to throw the fate of their relationship, all the spoken and unspoken sentiment, all the traumas they've endured and all the secrets they've shared and all the things they were able to have before the war--he won't be able to throw the fate of all that onto chance.

If Julian wants it, he's gonna have to come and take it.

Anyway this is a very long way to explain that this scene has somehow informed 80% of my headcanons on Cardassian courtship solely based on how Garak refuses to let Julian off the hook, even when he's saying goodbye.

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The Absence of Rain

The Absence of Rain

"the absence of rain is when good things are most present."

the absence of rain

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N meets a stranger in the rain

Pairing: (Spencer Reid x Autistic!Fem!Reader)

Details: I hope I did my best to convey proper Autistic traits; my ASD is not the same as the readers' character, the same way no one's ASD or Autism is the same.

Category: fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Autism

A/N: I decided to make the reader Autistic. This was originally just a short story I made in English lit class my senior year, but upon rereading it, I decided to use the same prompt to write this fic

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It's two in the morning. The Virginian rain drizzles as it has for the past two days without stop. She loved the rain, even if it was a sign of sadness or sorrow. She misunderstood it when people said the absence of rain was when good things happened. Until tonight when the theory was proven very, very true.

...

She walked from her job down to the bus stop at two in the morning when it started to rain harder than the usual drizzle from earlier in the evening. She spent time analyzing the splashing of droplets, echoing in her head after a long day. Her head raised to watch the water slap against the glass roof above her.

She stayed like that for a while, soothed after a stressful day by the calming aspects of the rain. She was watching and waiting, sitting in her bus stop seat. Her hands folded in each other to scratch lightly at her fingers, bundles of nerves across her skin aching to be touched.

She wants to stay here forever and quietly wishes for a late bus before her peace is interrupted when she sees a dark figure move across the station bridge. Her face turns puzzled, trying to analyze the new person in her space.

He looks tall from a distance. That's the first thing she notices about his body before she investigates further. She thinks about his satchel bag and his converse shoes, how he holds his umbrella in his right hand, and a book in his left. She can't make out the cover, but it must be pretty slim from how fast he blows through it.

She thinks about what would happen if he would walk over to her. She's seen him only a few seconds, yet she feels drawn or compelled to wonder further. He steps to his side, adjusting his stance, and his face falls under the light of the bus station for a second.

His jawline, eyes, lips, and everything about him leaps out immediately, catching even more of her attention. He must have felt her gaze over him, like an ocean wave crashing over a beach. A certain persistence to discover makes her eyes stay glued to the dark figure.

He swallows his lips before turning to see if she was maybe looking at someone else. He expected it. He expected not to be expected of. So when her eyes stayed fixated on him, he was a little curious. And during this time, all she can think about is if he came closer. Suppose he could turn to her so she could find the thing. The thing about him that made him so compelling.

And he does it. He starts to walk over with his book in one hand and the other in his pocket. The sounds she once found comfort in faded as he walked up to her, and everything turned to silence. The soft patter of the rain, once saturated and abstract ringing through her head, turned pale and hushed.

He watches how her eyes still stay attached to him, almost obsessively. A silence fills the space between the two before he breaks it so haphazardly, she can't help but shudder a little.

"Excuse me?" So she turns her head and is met looking up to the dark figure. He's much taller now that he's closer to her, and his hair is long. Long hair so obviously stretched under the rain, with soft curls ever so innocently framing his face.

He doesn't know what to say after that. He couldn't make out exactly who she was or who he was even expecting but, she was beautiful. He finally took notice of the more calming features about her rather than the creepy stare. He saw how her skin glowed, and her lips parted slightly as if in deep thought.

During this time, he notices the silence forming again, and he breaks it once more before he can hear her voice. "Uhm, can I sit?" He murmurs as an excuse he perhaps too eagerly came up with, taking notice of her puzzled expression. "Yeah, here, let me move my bag." Her voice dribbles out of her mouth, laced with an extensive kindness that intrigued him incredibly.

He mumbles a small 'thank you' back while he undoes his umbrella and takes a seat next to her. His head is facing the street now, but he still feels her eyes on him. It takes him a minute to swallow the lump in his throat before he turns to her again, craning his neck to meet her eye-line looking up at him.

His eyes meeting hers makes her pause for a moment before hastily averting her attention from him to anything in her way. The grass peeking through the concrete or the way the rain filled the puddles on the sidewalk.

And just like that, the silence, as well as it faded out, fades back in. The soft sounds of rain climb back through her ears to fill her brain again. Easily and slowly, she listens to the buckling of the stranger's bag, as if he was trying to make an as little sound as possible not to annoy her. But the sound doesn't upset her. It calms her.

It intertwines with the rain in a calming way. Everything blends smoother than she expected. She expected sounds to scare her as much as they usually do meeting a stranger, but the sound of his skin against the leather, and the pitter-patter of the rain, calm her.

So she's at peace when he breaks the silence once more. Although now, his words don't break the silence as much as they seep into the silent sounds, merging to form a tranquil melody. She realizes she could get used to his voice.

"Where are you coming from at," He looks down at his watch, over his sleeve for convenience, a trick she notices because she does the same thing, "two in the morning?" His tone acts as if he made most of his living in the night; the calmness, even in such an abundant presence of darkness, leads her to believe he'd done this a million times.

"I lost track of time in the library." He smiles again, "I thought only I did that." She smiles back at him and feels her cheeks start to swell and pink. He listens to her words; there weren't any libraries open this late at night he of all people should have known that.

He contemplates asking; further, he really wants to. He wants to listen to her voice again and again over and over because, unlike anyone else's, he thinks he'll never get tired of it. But he doesn't pester; he waits, hoping she'd further the conversation herself.

Little does he know she's thinking the same thing. She was thinking about every question he's asked and every question she wants to ask him. But he was a stranger even if she hoped he wasn't for much longer.

It takes a lot of strength for her to continue the conversation but noticing his peaked interest, her tone of voice heightens, "I was working at the university, that's why I was out so late." His questions are answered and followed by more, "Really? What do you do?" he wanted to know everything about the mysterious girl at the bus stop, and she was willing to answer every one of his asks.

"I help my friend who's a professor there, but I'm a medical examiner." His eyes light up, "Really? That's cool." He tries to keep his voice calm, but it trickles out so quickly, and this time she can catch his investment, and it gets easier to talk to him as if she'd known him a hundred years.

"I look at dead bodies all day. You think that's cool?"

"Well, to be fair, so do I,"

"Oh! Are you a serial killer?" Her best shot at sarcasm was successful, he laughed.

Like a modern orchestra erupting into its triumphant climax, the rain, the air, his laugh soothes her ears until she's blessing the world for her ability to hear. It's a kind of sound that reverberates in her mind and stores itself to her happiest emotion.

A type of sound she wants to hear for the rest of her life, but sadly, all of this excitement at once becomes too much too quickly, and her smile slightly fades while his head is turned.

She didn't have too much trouble with sound, so her anxiety heightened slightly when she became overwhelmed. A type of overwhelmed he could sense before he tried to lighten her mood. "No, I just catch them," He turns to reach into his bag, swiftly pulling his federal badge out and showing it to her.

She reads his badge quietly, "Doctor Spencer Reid." That's the first time she learns his name. A doctor working with the FBI. She reciprocates his actions and reaches into her pocket to pull out a card. On it, her name and medical license. "Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." A doctor working in a hospital.

"I'm in medicine. What about you?" Spencer clears his throat and holds up three fingers in one hand, clutching the card tightly in his other. "Chemistry, mathematics, and engineering." Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms a small 'o'; he just twists his face as if he was used to that answer.

And then, abnormally sudden, the rain started to let up, proving good things do happen in the absence of rain.

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[mreynoldsx]

Philosophy was not what he was expecting when he came to the brothel island. And yet, the guy beside him was spouting off deeper things than his therapist had the entire time he had used one. It was interesting. He wondered what had happened in this man's life that would cause him to have such an outlook. It was a hopeful one but when he spoke, Mike couldn't help but catch some type of sadness there. But really, hope only bred from sadness, didn't it? "You ever think about ditching doctoring and becoming a motivational speaker?" Mike asked, his brow raising. It was a joke because, yes, Mike could joke sometimes, but it was a real statement too. The man had a lot to say. He should consider letting more hear it.

He shrugged, "Some sun. It can be pretty gloomy, honestly." He mentioned. Mike didn't mind it though. Sun was alright but he got sick of it pretty easy. He was sure he was going to spend most of time indoors on the island, honestly. He chuckled and shrugged, "I suppose. They only give them out if you did something particularly 'heroic' in their book." It was pretty stupid in his opinion because all cops and federal agents were heroic in their own right, but what did he know? Mike ran his fingers through his dirty blond locks and he shrugged his shoulders, "I couldn't find anything about this place." Mike admitted, "It's really bizarre. I figure coming here is the only to figure it out myself." He shrugged. Perhaps it was stupid. But Mike was a curious man. The other question was to be expected. He was silent for a few moments, unsure how he wanted to phrase why he was there, "It's hard to explain." He just said, "Doesn't matter anyway." Mike threw out there and shrugged, "No one would get it."

Maybe that’s what needed to happen, for Mateo to just forget about himself, his roots and what world he came from, knowing that in the end that was what would keep him the safest. Every time he brought up even the smallest detail about his past he was risking being exposed, and although the man had done nothing wrong people still wanted to spill his blood all because his father had fucked up. “I think I lost myself a long time ago,” and he meant that whole heartedly. For so long he’d been trying to fight his fathers wishes, to force himself out of the family business, but it never seemed to matter what he did - at least here he could pretend to be somewhat normal. “It’s all good though, sometimes we have to lose ourselves, because when we’re found…well that’s when the rebuilding begins and we’re able to shape ourselves into a better person,” or at least that’s what he had been trying to do since being at the haus.

“Washington,” he had been to California before but had never ventured to Washington, “is it truly as bleak as the television makes it out to be?” He asked, “there’s sun at least, yeah?” He wasn’t sure where Seattle fell in the state, but at least it was on a coast so it had those redeeming qualities. “Home is where you make it, it doesn’t have to be one specific location, it could even be someone,” thinking to Elian and how he had felt like home on the island. “Wow, Medal of Honor, sounds fancy!” To be given a medal one had to do something incredible, but Mateo wasn’t sure if he’d pried enough already so he’d save that question for another day. He didn’t want people digging into his past so why dig into others? Hearing the last of what he said, about his reasons for being here in the first place, of course Mateo was a bit surprised by the first reason. “You spent a lot of money to come here just to see if it was legal?” He chuckled, not really understanding the notion but hey, who was he to judge right? “What’s the second reason?” To have to know if this place was legal before getting to delve into another reason, well now that just piqued the mans curiosity.

[babygirlkiki1016]

Caught

The Lynnwood Inn, which was our next stop. However after the Wendigo situation, Deans been treating me differently, he's been flirting with me. There's something up with him, I thought, was it because of the night in motel? Or the kiss after the Wendigo mission. I look over at him to notice there is a mostly empty plate in front of Dean, who is circling obituaries in a newspaper. An attractive waitress, whose nametag says Wendy, approaches.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asks mostly focusing on Dean. Dean looks up, sees the waitress then goes back to the news paper as Sam comes over and sits down.

"Just the check, please." Sam orders.

"Okay." And Wendy walks away.

"You know Dean I'm surprised you weren't flirting with the waitress." I say, Dean points to Wendy walking away, who's wearing short shorts.

"Well you see her, she's not my type."

"Dude every girl is your type." Sam laughs.

"Not every girl, I highly doubt-" I point to myself "-girls like me are his type."

"If you believe that then your wrong darling." He winks at me. "And the two of you are talking like I'm not here." Sam looks at me, then at Dean who hands him the newspaper.

"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago."

"A funeral?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever."

"How is that closure? If the coffins empty then the body is still out there. Doesn't sound like closure at all."

"You have a point there Y/n, also your hair is green." Sam points out, I groan and pull up my hoodie to hide my hair while Sam takes more notes. "Back to the topic. People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them."

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean growled.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."

"Sam's right Dean, it seems like whereever we go he was never there-" Dean silences me with his the wave of his hand.

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam huffs.

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just-"

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Sam rolls his eyes, making Dean walk out of the Inn, shaking his head in disappointment. We left the Inn a few hours later, and the three of us made our way to our next case. Sam was in the back sleeping, while me and Dean were in the front.

"....So...." Dean suddenly says, desperately trying to strike up a conversation. "Are we gonna talk about it?"

"....Talk about what?"

"The kiss."

"....What kiss?"

"The one you gave me a few days ago, after we saved Haley and her brothers. I know you wanted to kiss me but you decided against it." My heart started pounding, what was there to talk about? I had a bad feeling of how this was gonna go.

"Dean-"

"Y/n I....I want to ok? Your....You make me feel...." He glances over at me, then travels down to my hand that's resting in my thigh. He slowly grabs it, and squeezes like I'll disappear.

"I make you feel what?...." I say getting his attention again.

".....I don't know, but when I'm around you I have this sick like feeling-a good sick like feeling. I've never felt this way before...but sadly we can't your still a kid and if we were to, ya know."

"I understand."

"I will promise you this, when you turn eighteen, I'm gonna give you a kiss you'll never forget. And one after that, and one after that, and one after that." He smiles but doesn't let go of my hand, and neither do I. We sat there for hours, just enjoying each other's company, hoping that this moment would never end.

~

When we got to Wisconsin, we make our way up to the house that belong to the Carlton's. Dean knocks on the door and a man opens it.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill and Samson. We're with the US Wildlife Service." Dean holds up an ID, Will leads us around the house and I notice that a man is sitting on a bench on the dock.

"She was about a hundred yards out." Will says. "That's where she got dragged down."

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" I questioned.

"No, that's what I'm telling you."

"So she was just pulled down but never came back up? Like kind of a shark attack?"

"Yea..."

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" Sam wondered.

"No. Again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean says.

"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?"

"We'll let you know as soon as we do." As Dean heads back to the car Sam catches up to me.

"So, you and my brother huh?" He smirks.

"We're not together."

"Yet, that's right I heard your conversation." My cheeks begin to burn, and my hair turns purple.

"So you were pretend sleeping?" You could hear the fear in my voice.

"No I tried to sleep, I just happened to overhear how Dean is gonna give you a kiss you'll never forget, and one after that, and one after that-"

"Shut up!" I push him lightly with my cheeks burning, he laughs as I walk even faster. We get back in the car, the next stop was the police station. It was silent, but I could feel Sam looking between me and Dean from the back seat.

"Can I help you Sam?" Dean demanded.

"Nope." Sam said with a smile, he was thinking about me and Dean.

"You keep looking at me then at Y/n."

"He heard our conversation Dean." I confess, Dean smirks and looks back at his brother.

"Sam you sly dog!"

"What, it's not my fault you two are loud talkers."

"Oh that's bullshit! You didn't sleep cause you wanted to know if something was gonna happen!" I laugh.

"Well something did...cause when it's your birthday-"

"Shut up Sam!" Me and Dean yelled in chorus.

~

The station was small, but somewhat cozy. I looked around as Dean introduced us as the Wildlife Service.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Jake Devin's, the sheriff asked.

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." Sam replies and we follow the sheriff into his office.

"Like what?" Jake motions to chairs in front of his desk. "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." Sam sits down while Dean offers the other seat to me. I smile at the gesture and kiss his cheek before I sat down. "There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster."

"Yeah." Dean chuckles and Sam glances over at him.

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks." Jake sits down and continues. "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though, I mean, that's, that's the third missing body this year." I state. "There had to be something there, Sophie Carlton was a varsity swimmer. There's no way she drowned...."

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about." The sheriff admits, he seemed sad, but yet had a somewhat guilty look on his face. "Anyway..." Jake sighs. "All this...it won't be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean?" Sam leaned forward, obviously interested.

"Well, the dam, of course."

"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean says, trying to make the conversation less awkward.

"It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that."

"Exactly, sorry it's been a long week." I apologize as a young woman, taps on the door.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" She asks, me and Sam stand up knowing that it's time to probably leave. "I can come back later."

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter." The Sherrif says and I hold out my hand to her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Y/n." We shake hands.

"Andrea Barr, Hi." She greets.

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake." Andrea's father explains.

"Oh." Then a boy, walks in around Andrea. "Oh, hey there. What's your name?" I ask, with a smile but he walks away without speaking and Andrea follows, we do the same.

"His name is Lucas." She says and gives him some crayons out of a box.

"Is he okay?" Sam worried.

"My grandson's been through a lot, we all have." Jake stands and goes to the office door. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asks.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." Andrea comments. "I'm headed that way anyway. So I'll walk you there."

"I think we can find it just fine." I say, Sam looks at me and smirks, he knew. I was jealous, she nods with a frown on her face and turns to Jake. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She turns to Lucas. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" Andrea kisses him on the head.

"Thanks again." Sam smiles and we walk out the door, Andrea walks outside with us.

"So, cute kid." Dean comments.

"Thanks." She says, then points south. "Like I said, two blocks, that way."

"Thanks." Sam says and she smiles at Dean. "Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find you a good pick up line." And with that she leaves while calling back over her shoulder. "Enjoy your stay!" Sam slaps Deans shoulder "'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids."

"I love kids." Dean looks at Sam like he's offended.

"Name three children that you even know."

"Y/n?" He wraps an arm around me, with a smile on his face thinking he won this argument.

"She's older than Lucas, she's not a little kid anymore."

"She acts like a kid."

"Seriously?! I'm right here!" I rant, Dean rubs my head but I push his hand away playfully.

"See? Your pouting, and your short to." He chuckles. "Anyways let's get to that motel, we have work to do."

~

As soon as we got our room I grabbed some clothes and instantly claimed the bathroom. Sam went to get some food for us so it was just me and Dean. It had been a while since I felt hot water run down my back, and damn did it feel good. Sadly I had to get out and go back to reality, when I exited the bathroom Dean was watching Dr. Sexy. I put my stuff down and settled next to Dean.

"So Dr. Sexy?" I asked, I could hear him hum in response. "Well that doctor is pretty hot."

"The girl or guy?"

"Both are good looking."

"Hm." I look over at him, he was staring at me.

"What?"

"Nothing...." He turns off the TV and sits on the edge of the bed, tiredly rubbing his face. I moved to his side, worried.

"Dean are you ok?" I put my hand on his, caressing it gently. He looks back at me, those eyes we're filled with...lust. He didn't take his eyes off of me. I scooted closer to him, making him blush at how close we were but he stayed focused on me.

"You know what?" He mutters.

"Hm?" I wondered, as he slowly got closer to me. "Screw it." Not even five seconds later he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him, smashing his lips against mine. I instantly kissed back, my hands traveling through his hair as he pulled me onto his lap. His rough lips went together with mine like a puzzle, he was kissing me with passion. This was it...our moment, the moment I had been waiting for. I tugged at his shirt, which he immediately took off, then his lips merged with mine once more. I could feel him smile, was he happy? Didn't he want to wait since I was to young? Who cares, who the hell cares right now, I focused my thoughts back on Dean who flipped us over. Now he was on top of me, kissing down my neck, making me moan.

"Dean?" Sam called out, making us both stop and slowly look over at him. He was holding our chinese food with a surprised look upon his features.

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Okay, so this:

It also has the right to regulate the appellate jurisdiction of the Supreme Court, and if it really came down to it, Congress could simply legislate that the Supreme Court doesn't have the authority to conduct judicial review. 

Activated my trap card. Because while this is technically true, this is an incomplete description of how that works, and how it works isn’t how people think it does.

It is true that Congress can regulate the appellate jurisdiction of the Article III courts. There’s two big problems with that, though.

The first is that any of the really big questions people care about will likely fall under original jurisdiction. Let’s take a gander at Article III, Section 2:

In all Cases affecting Ambassadors, other public Ministers and Consuls, and those in which a State shall be Party, the supreme Court shall have original Jurisdiction.

Emphasis mine.

That bold part is important. Any dispute in which a state is a party bypasses any attempt at jurisdiction-stripping and rockets right to the Supreme Court, and for issues of major public policy, any interested state can probably find a way to get standing and make itself a party.

So that’s the first big problem. The second big problem is that even if you somehow manage to strongarm the federal courts out of the picture, that leaves the state courts.

State courts can, have, and do exercise the power to adjudicate matters arising from federal law. That’s been the case for as long as the country has existed. Federal matters are commonly settled wholly via state courts. Now, you can always appeal up into the federal courts; many big cases involving federal law start in state courts and then get appealed to the feds for a variety of reasons. And sometimes the federal courts take a look at this and go “no, the state courts got it right; we agree with how they’re applying federal law” and that’s the end of it.

State courts can even declare federal laws to be unconstitutional; in fact, that’s happened. It’s just vanishingly rare these days because such a ruling would immediately end up in federal court anyway, and state courts usually feel that if someone has a strong claim of that nature, the feds will grab hold of it on appeal.

The upshot of all this, though, is that even in a world where you completely boot federal courts out of the equation, the state courts pick up the gage. State courts jurisdiction is limited to their own states, but the end result of this is a massive patchwork; fifty different interpretations of any given federal law in fifty different states.

So that’s jurisdiction-strippings problems. Trying to legislate judicial review out of existence has a different problem; namely, that such an attempt is likely a massive 14A violation.

An attempt at legislating the end of judicial review would essentially be Congress saying to the citizenry “we are denying you any and all venues for seeking redress in any dispute you may have with us or any other party. If you think we’ve violated your rights under the Constitution, fuck you; you may not have that dispute adjudicated by any power in the land.”

That’s a huge violation of due process. Like a truly massive one.

I would encourage anyone who is thinking seriously about the courts these days to keep something firmly in their minds; these days, a lot of people have a vision in their mind of courts handing down diktats on this or that issue, and approach things from a perspective of getting them to stop.

That isn’t... really how it works. Courts provide an independent venue for dispute resolution. That’s why they exist. A lot of the very clever boots theories I hear for getting around court authority have the problem that even if they worked as advertised, their end result is “you’ve now completely gutted the ability of people to have their disputes resolved.”

What is your opinion on expanding the Supreme Court?

It's a perfectly cromulent response to a Supreme Court over-stepping its proper role. Article III of the U.S Constitution does not provide for a set number of justices, and Congress has the power to regulate the size of the Supreme Court through legislation. (It also has the right to regulate the appellate jurisdiction of the Supreme Court, and if it really came down to it, Congress could simply legislate that the Supreme Court doesn't have the authority to conduct judicial review.)

Indeed, at various times in our history, the U.S Supreme Court has had six, eight, ten, and was supposed to have seven at one point before it was expanded again to nine justices. (And no, I have no idea why the Judiciary Committees in their infinite wisdom kept establishing even numbers of justices.)

FDR's attempt in 1937 to expand the Supreme Court by adding justices in proportion to the number of sitting justices over age 70 was very politically divisive, although its actual legislative fate had far more to do with Southern Democrats afraid that an expanded Court would rule against segregation than it had anything to do with public opinion.

Ironically, FDR got his way in the end by intimidating the justices into compliance with the Legislative and Executive branches and then outliving a whole bunch of the aforesaid septuagenarians, and his appointees did end up ruling against segregation in a bunch of cases - setting up the precedents that the Warren Court would later use to dismantle Jim Crow.