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hunnythebee · 2 years ago

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Jealousy

Recent events between Phee and Tech have you feeling... well to put it bluntly, have you feeling jealous.

2.4k words - first person - gender neutral

Tags: Reader x Tech, GN Reader (let me know if I used anything gender specific and I will edit it out), Jealous!Reader, Best Friend!Hunter, mild spoilers for Season 2 Episode 13, pining, angst, fluff, love confessions, kissing

I would like to preface this by stating for the record, I am in no way against the direction they are going with Tech and Phee. I love that they are leading toward a canon romance (or at the very least hinting at it). However, posts made by people voicing their own opinions have inspired me to write this because I've never written a jealous!reader before and it sounded fun. Now that that’s out of the way, enjoy!

I had been cordial, friendly even with Phee. She was decent… for a pirate. Not that we had been much better in recent times, so who was I to judge? But what had me sucking at my teeth while I glared from my seat behind Tech was the way she was touching him. So familiar. And this nickname she had for him always made my stomach twist. ‘Brown eyes.’ How creative of her. I shouldn’t be so mad at her. She was going to help us afterall. Stars I just… I can’t figure out why she rubs the wrong way so hard.

I was silent as the dead the whole trip to wherever she was taking us. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my jaw until it unclenched. My whole mouth fell slack at the sight of this small island civilization. Beautiful blue waters surrounded a mountain dotted with small white huts. It looked so peaceful, so serene. Tech landed the Maurauder at the peak of the mountain, where there stood a tall tree and an even taller temple-like structure. As I stepped out of the ship the warm sun hit my skin and I sighed in relief. My seething anger melted away from me almost instantly.

A man, whom Phee referred to as Shep appeared on the platform, along with a young girl. She hugged the man, which made my anger melt even more. Maybe this was her husband and child? Maybe she’s just really friendly by nature. Then I overheard Wrecker make a joking comment towards Tech.

“Looks like you’ve got some competition.” He nudged Tech with his elbow to emphasize the remark. I bit my cheek and rolled my eyes, a gesture Hunter couldn’t help but notice. I relaxed a little when I took notice of Tech’s utter confusion towards Wrecker’s remark as he lowered his datapad. Phee then introduced Shep to us as the mayor of this island, Pabu, and his daughter Lyanna. Phee proceeded to list us off by name, Omega, myself, Hunter, Wrecker, and then Tech. My anger flared back up just a little when she saved Tech’s name for last, but I quickly attempted to stomp out the internal flame. Hunter was giving me a side eye, which meant I wasn’t quick enough about it.

After the introductions were made, Shep invited us all to eat with them at his home. As we were leaving the platform, Phee stated that she would catch up. Tech lingered behind the group, she said something to him and left. He turned around smiling and proceeded to catch up. I noticed his grin and his body language when they were talking, and I felt twinge. It wasn’t anger or hatred. This was something else entirely. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t realized that I was becoming a straggler, lingering so far behind the group that I couldn’t hear what any of them were saying. It didn’t matter. My heart pounded in my ears and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. I didn’t want to feel like this, not when everyone else was so happy. Yet here I was, turning green with jealousy. Worse yet, I couldn’t understand why. I turned my head to look out at the water as I walked, hoping the view would calm me as it had before. I was so focused that I didn’t notice Hunter blocking my path until it was too late.

I would have walked square into his chest if he hadn’t grabbed me by the shoulder with a gentle, yet firm hand. The contact startled me and I let out a small yell and clutched my chest.

“Hunter! You nerf-herder nearly gave me a heart attack,” I exclaimed.

He was silent for a moment and then responded with a simple, “Your heart’s fine. Your head is what I’m concerned about.”

I tried to feign confusion. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I was hoping if I acted dumb he wouldn’t pry. As usual, it didn’t work. He shouted up to the rest of the group that we would catch up in a minute, then turned his attention back to me.

“Talk to me. What’s going on? You’ve been off all day.” He was looking at me with that sincere concerned look he gets, and I knew I couldn’t hide what was bothering me. I sighed and fell against the wall to my right.

“It’s… Phee.” I started, struggling to get the words out.

“I figured out that much,” he stood in front of me, folding his arms over his chest. “The question is why does she make you so angry?”

I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach. I knew why. I had figured it out moments before the collision with Hunter. I wasn’t ready to say yet. Not fully.

“Because…” I hesitated, looking everywhere but Hunter’s eyes.

“Because?” He echoed.

I sighed heavily. I couldn’t say it. I physically couldn’t make the words take form, despite them being right on the tip of my tongue. I was struggling and he could tell. He stepped closer to me and I felt a caloused hand touch my cheek carefully. I finally let myself look at him. He had this knowing look on his face.

“Do you need me to say it for you?” He asked. I bit my lip and shook my head in agreement. There was no way of knowing if he actually knew what was running through my mind, but it did always kind of feel like he could read minds sometimes.

“You’re in love with Tech.”

He stated it so easily. Like it wasn’t the most planet shattering phrase in the galaxy. Tears welled in my eyes and I whispered a barely audible, “Yes.”

Hunter pulled me into a tight hug as the tears began to fall, and then the verbal floodgates released.

“I can’t stand it, Hunter. Seeing the two of them together. She’s always flirting with him. Touching him or calling ‘Brown Eyes.” What kind of kriffing nickname is that anyways? ‘Brown Eyes’? You all have brown eyes! At least be more original than that! But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is the way he looks at her. He would never look at me like that…”

“That you’ve seen…” Hunter mutters under his breath. I pull away and stare at him with a furrowed brow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned.

“Nothing. I think you should talk to Tech. Tell him how you feel. If he feels the same then you can stop feeling so jealous. If he doesn’t… then at least you have closure.” He grabs my shoulder one last time and gives it a squeeze. “Think about it over dinner, okay?”

“Okay…” I responded.

I gathered myself and we headed toward the home of the Mayor. Dinner felt… long. Scratch that. It felt like an eternity. Phee was her usual self, and Tech seemed to actually be enjoying it. I felt sick. I couldn’t eat anymore. I stood up from the table abruptly and excused myself. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go, but I needed to get away from there. I decided to go back to the ship. I raced up the steps as fast as my legs would carry me. I don’t even think I was halfway there before I got winded and had to stop for breath. I felt far enough away that I could at least take my time now. I decided to take a break to watch the sunset, hoping that it would make me feel better. It was sort of working to calm my nerves, until I heard my name being called by a familiar voice. I turned my head to catch a glimpse of Tech, running up the steps towards me. His long legs carried him up two or three steps at a time. My heart raced and I panicked. I couldn’t face him like this. I turned quickly from him and began sprinting back up the steps, with him in tow and gaining. I was already exhausted from booking it up the steps before and my endurance was nothing compared to a clone’s, so it was a given that he was going to eventually catch up to me. I at least managed to get to the landing second to the top before he got to me. He caught my hand in his and my heart leapt inside my chest.

He was breathing hard from the exertion, “What…is…going…on?” He spoke, panting between his words.

“Just…leave…me…alone.” I panted back. I pulled my hand from his, despite wanting to keep it there forever. I tried to move to continue my climb, but I was too slow. His hands pressed into my shoulders and shoved me against the wall. My eyes widened at the show of brute force he was exhibiting. It wasn’t like him to use his strength like this. I had almost forgotten that, despite his differing physique, he was meant to be as strong as any other clone. There was escaping now, but I could still refuse to look in his eyes. If I did, I was sure I would break.

“Why are you running from me?” He still sounded exhausted, but his voice was like music to me. I sighed deeply and looked up at the sky, anything but his eyes. He lowered his head and continued to speak.

“Hunter…said I should be the one to come after you,” he admitted.

“That mud-scuffer…” I muttered.

Tech laughed, it was dry and tired, but it gave me chills. I was breaking already and I wasn’t even looking at him.

“Why didn’t he want me to catch you? Why are you running? And why… why won’t you look at me?” I could hear pain in his voice. I didn’t want to cause him pain. That was the last thing I wanted. I bit into my lower lip and finally met his stare. His eyes were filled with worry. He was looking straight into mine and I felt it. I was breaking. There was nothing stopping it.

“Please…” I pleaded with him in one last feeble attempt. “Please Tech… don’t.”

“I know something is wrong…” He ignored my pleas. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

He was right. I am usually so open with him, so why should this be any different. Just tell him how I feel, be rejected and move on. Like Hunter said.

“I…” I start, but lose my train of thought when I look into his eyes. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. Just say it already.

“I love you.”

My heart was pounding so loudly I wasn’t sure if he had responded and I couldn’t hear him, or if he was being unusually silent. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I didn’t want to see his eyes, the look of betrayal over my confession. Or the confusion. I couldn’t take it. I just wanted him to tell me doesn’t feel the same way so this could all be over. Finally I felt movement, his hands left my shoulders. I still didn’t dare look at him, keeping my eyes shut tight and my head against the wall. Still nothing from him. Maybe he left. I finally decided to open my eyes, to see if he truly had just walked away. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He was standing in front of me, looking magnificent with the sunset behind him. His hands were limp at his sides. I took my time working my way to his eyes. Wanting to avoid the moment for just a little longer. His mouth hung open slightly in shock. Finally I made it to his eyes, but they didn’t have the look I had been expecting. There was shock, which was to be expected, but something else. Something… contemplative.

“Tech, I–” I began, but the moment I spoke he moved in towards me. His hands found my neck and jaw, much softer than Hunter’s were, and fitting there perfectly as if they were made to hold me. Tech’s body was pressed completely against mine, with one of his legs tucked between mine. His face wasn’t even an inch from mine, as he nuzzled my nose with his own. My breath hitched in my throat as he spoke. His voice was still familiar, but the tone was foreign. He spoke low and with a heat I had never heard come from him before.

“Say it again,” he requested.

“I– I love you, Tech,” I confessed once more, as I leaned into his hand. And then his lips were on mine. Soft and gentle, patiently waiting for me to confirm that this action was okay. I kissed him back, pressing into him and reveling in this moment. He hummed happily and deepened the kiss. We continued like this till the sun had set completely. Finally we broke apart for air and he pressed his forehead to mine.

I needed to hear him say the words. So I leaned back, wanting to see him say it. Then I breathlessly asked, “Do you love me?”

“Emotions are a complex concept, and I don’t fully believe that words can be utilized to sum up one's feelings at any given point. But… if I had to put a word to what I am feeling, then… yes. Love is about as close to explaining how I feel about you.” He responded, making even that absurdly roundabout ‘yes’ sound sexy.

I laughed, “I wouldn’t have expected you to say you love me in any other way.”

“Am I truly that predictable?” He looked a little offended.

“Hmm… occasionally.” I responded. “For example, I didn’t know what to expect from you when I confessed. But I do know what you’re going to say next.”

“Do you now?” He cocked his head in amusement.

“Mmhm. You’re going to say we should head back before the others begin to worry,” I replied.

His eyes widened slightly, “How did yo–”

“I know you,” I shrugged, grabbing him by the arm. “So, let’s head back. There’s plenty of time for… this, later.”

He blushed a little at the thought, and agreed to head back down to the Mayor’s home. I finally felt at ease. I hope the rest of the night is more relaxing.

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shyrgyrryn · 1 year ago

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Spop Rewrite

I mentioned in my first post that I was planning a Spop rewrite, and I want to go into more detail about what I'm planning and some major notes.

The Story

The story will include many elements from the 80s show, especially the world building, while following the reboot story structure.

Major plot points from the reboot will still be included, for example, the portal. However, it will be written differently and happen for different reasons.

I want to put emphasis on how war can affect people differently and the changes people undergo during it, as well as show multiple different demographics be affected rather than just the main cast.

Additionally, I want to focus Adora’s platonic relationships. Platonic relationships are going to take a forefront in this story rather than romantic ones.

Major Notes

Catra’s redemption arc will be longer and separate from Adora.

Catradora will be canon. However, their entire backstory and relationship will be rewritten. To clarify, I am not a C//A stan. However, I do like their characters in the 1985 comic and can entertain the idea of those versions of them dating. Also, the ship's writing makes me mad, so I want to prove that I, some rando with a lot of free time on her hands, can write a better friends, enemies to lovers relationship than the people who got paid to do it. So, I'm essentially making it canon just to prove a point.

The major changes in their relationship are that there will be no "siblings or dating?" mess involved in their relationship(yuck), Catra will actually be shown deeply caring for Adora, and their relationship will not be abusive in the slightest (still toxic because Catra is a villain but definitely not abusive, and becomes healthy later on.) Additionally, it will be a subplot to the story, not the main focus. It also will not only be made canon at the very last minute.

Seamista will also be canon. However, it is completely rewritten as Sea Hawk is 80s Sea Hawk, not reboot Sea Hawk.

I'm on the fence about Glimbow and Scorfuma, so there's a good chance they won't be canon.

(Clarification: My Double Trouble is closely resembling 80s Double Trouble and the She-ra Bible version, so if I use she/her pronouns for Double Trouble, I am not talking about the reboot version. )

Conclusion

Is there anything you would want to see in my rewrite? What should I consider when writing it? What should I avoid? Tell me what ya think.

(And before anyone complains, I'm tagging this in the main tag because this post is related to the show. I find the idea that you can't tag posts related to a show in the main tag because it's not " positive" and is criticizing it to be a bit ridiculous. There's nothing wrong with critism as long as it is respectful to the real people that post under the tag.)

#she ra #spop #shera critical #spop critical #spop salt #she ra and the princesses of power #80s shera #anti spop #anti catra #anti c//a #anti catradora #spop discourse #spop rewrite #shera rewrite

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captain-poodle · 2 days ago

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erebus, franklin & arctic!

erebus: ohhh, FAVOURITE scene is so hard i love so many of the pivotal plot beat scenes. like tea time with silna went so hard! franklin completely deriding crozier was also a fav, like imagine those words rang like church bells in crozier's mind for days because that shit was soooo fucking uncalled for lmao. like you can really tell franklin stopped being a friend to crozier as soon as he let out all his pent up negativity towards him! but...... fitzjames cairn walk speech will always sit deep in my ribs! i rewatch it often on yt, just memorising it.......

now LEAST favourite scene was definitely when they brought silna's father on the ship after shooting him and then stood around!!!! like he's DYING but you're still asking permission to attempt to save him like it's y'all's fault he's on the fucking table...... like yes yes historical context of racism/xenophobia/ adherence to rigorous hierarchal structure but i was genuinely mad watching it. and then when THEY dispose of his body as opposed to giving it back to silna??? like who are they to keep her from at the VERY least burying her own father how her culture sees fit??? the level of dehumanizing distance they placed between themselves and silna in those moments..... beams them with uber scurvy rays.

franklin: underrated character...... i havent learned all the background characters yet. ive watched the series twice now, and am still doing things like morfin and pilkington spotting. I think the show, given the importance structure (like clearly crozier is the narrative focus so it makes sense he gets the most screen time), does a pretty decent job of balancing every character's conflict arcs like it never feels like a character is acting for no reason. i will say that id love to have learned a little more about the boys/cooks/engineers, but i dont think that the story had time to fit slice-of-life esque moments for every single character lol.

arctic: being vaguely cold all the time would slowly drain the two ppm of serotonin i have. i guess it depends on what job im doing, on whether i chuck myself overboard after a week. i can see myself being okay for the most part, like ive only ever worked in food service/customer service so im used to being berated but doing a good job anyway lol. im afrolatino but maybe they would look past that and let me play their reindeer games (socialise in ways that foster camaraderie). if not id going overboard and taking franklin w me.

#asks #thank you for the ask!

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rjthirsty · 1 month ago

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Mouthwashing Allegory for Armed Forces

Alrighty, guys, buckle up because I've got a lot to say. I'm even going to use the tiny text for this so I can get it all in without it being SO SO SO long.

First, I want to let y'all know what you're about to get into. I watched Mouthwashing last night, and at first I was taking the story for what it was. During the story, some parts made me feel very uncomfortable because of the similarities I saw in it with my time in the military, but surely that was just me being scarred for life from it. However, talking to others, more and more parts kept cropping up, and I've decided that Mouthwashing isn't about a dystopian future where capitalism ruins everything it touches (we're already there) but instead a way to talk about the horrors and stress brought on by joining the armed forces.

I'll be dropping most of this under a cut, but if you're interested in my thoughts, I've got a lot to say.

For those that have played or watched the game, you know we're taking through a series of events both before and after the crash of the Tulpar, the Pony Express' long-haul freighter. The story can get confusing due to the many changes of POVs, and the time changes back and forth. If you followed, we're taken on a journey where we get to play literally the worst crewman on that ship, and his good friend who feels responsible for his actions.

Jimmy, at some point before the game, rapes Anya, causing her to get pregnant. He finds out not long later that they've all been fired, this last mission is their last haul. Face-to-face with no future, he attempts to kill himself and take the entire crew with him. For some reason, he changes his mind now that they've survived the attempted death trap, and we get to see him become more and more unstable as the story continues and stretches into 5 months after the crash.

That's one hell of a story. The addition of several body horror and horse related horrors crop up again and again as some sort of theme in Jimmy's madness, and while humorous and incomprehensible, I think there's a lot more that can be said about what these horrors stand for than taking it as face value.

Personally, I thought the game leaned too hard into the gore and shock value, and didn't fully explore the depths of fear, betrayal, helplessness, and futility that could have been delved into if they had gone with a more reliable narrator. But that's my own thoughts, and for what it was, the game has been a smashing success.

However, I want to talk about how this game can be seen as a metaphorical parallel to war and military. Yes, we're getting into the serious stuff now. If I put Mouthwashing under that lens, Jimmy's actions tell a different story-- everyone's actions tell a different story of what it's like to be part of a squad sent far away from familiar rules and customs, and the stress all of that can lead to.

First, we're bombarded by the companies propaganda. So much of it. A ridiculous amount of it that doesn't seem to be as plentiful as we saw in the first few minutes of the game. Curly, the ship's captain, rushes through the halls, feeling the weight of his responsibilities piling up as the ship burns, eventually leading to Polle (the Pony) attacking him (in his imagination) leaving him an incapacitated mess of a man.

It was the first sign that something was not quite right with Curly, but we didn't know who we were at the time. He has similar psychotic breaks that he strolls through as if they're the most common thing the in the world. His good-natured attitude might be genuine, but he certainly isn't mentally well. He takes on the responsibility for his group as his own, which is an iconic example of military structure. Whatever his group does, he's responsible for. It is his failure if someone fails.

Throughout the game, we are told that everyone is punished for one person, and given examples of seeing it work. This is another key component of military structure. "You're only as strong as your weakest link." Work together, make each other better, or you will all burn together. People to Curly with their problems, and he tries to fix them. That's his job. That's his responsibility. Even when Jimmy becomes captain, he takes on that responsibility - another military structure that command goes to the next highest in line, not the most qualified.

Suddenly, I'm looking at this game as a "what if they were sent into another country?" Maybe not a warzone, but a post that is nearby. Space is dangerous. They had an accident that left them stranded without contact from their people. All these safety protocols (that once again resemble military procedures) meant to keep them safe, but ultimately matter for nothing because they can easily be bypassed if one thing slips out of place. The 'well-oiled machine' seizes from an unexpected disturbance.

I think it's notable to mention that Tulpar is a mythical flying horse in Turkish mythology, yes, like a Pegasus in Greek mythology. That's the ship's name. A flying horse. That's also the name of a Turkish heavy infantry fighting vehicle. Coincidence? I think not. This is really looking more and more like it was intended to be the allegory I thought. Not to mention that when they were complaining about adding a fifth crew member for this HUGE ship only designed for four people... Guys, how many people do you think typically fit inside a tank? An average of four. Yes, it CAN fit five, but most often runs with four.

Curly also says in another game by the same group that he was the reason Jimmy joined. Said something about "good pay and only needing to put in a few years." Then he said that it was someone else's words, words that had worked on him. If that isn't the BIGGEST most common military recruiting method, I don't fucking know what is. Put a few years in, you'll even get paid, set you on a better life. Except you're not taught any skills that will get you anywhere when you're done. And if you've committed crimes (i.e. raping someone), well, you get nothing AND get punished.

We can even talk about the reasons the other crewmembers were on the ship. Daisuke was sent there by his parents, his mother believed he needed a "stricter" environment or he'd waste away his life. (Military.) Anya was promised training and money so she could attempt to get into medical school. (Military.) Swansea tried to get his life back together after being an alcoholic for a long time. He got "a real job" and did all the stuff to maintain the ideal family-man lifestyle. We can put that under military as well.

Ah! There's so much more I want to say, but this is already getting long. Maybe I'll make a second post.

#mouthwashing #military allegory #game dissection #rj rambles #theorycrafting

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toxicpineapple · 2 years ago

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hi, I don't know if you want to tell us more about this but... I saw an old post you wrote about toxic and healthy oumota. I was curious about how you'd write them differently, if you feel like the portrayal of the ship isn't satisfying sometimes.

it's been months since i got this ask. maybe even over a year. but the reason i left it sitting was because i wasn't sure how to articulate my feelings and thoughts and i think i've formulated properly what i want to say now.

so there are two main angles people can come from when they portray oumota in a way that i personally feel is unhealthy. both have to do with reducing either kaito or kokichi's agency.

from kokichi's end, if they kind of soften/wooby kokichi, they'll make him really wimpy and weak and focus on his small bone structure or whatever. really pick on him in the narrative and have kaito charging in to be overprotective and take care of him. a lot of times also they'll have kaito kind of acting as the. what do you call that. "seme"? except in the sense that they'll really like have kaito treat kokichi like an object, often times initiating kisses or more without asking or elaborating. a lot of size play in that dynamic, where kaito will kind of take advantage of kokichi's smaller stature. but this isn't portrayed as a bad thing i need to emphasise, like, it's written as romantic and so cute when in reality it's kinda terrifying-- especially when they'll also write kaito as overprotective and aggressive towards the others who interact with kokichi. so basically you can tell that op assigned them "girl" and "boy" roles.

on kaito's end, you'll see a lot of content where kaito is really really stupid, and wrong, and kokichi is very right. a lot of stuff playing on the idea that kaito is like, a massive hypocrite or coward and everything he puts on is a facade. i don't necessarily take issue with the read that kaito's hero complex is exaggerated -- i personally feel that he projects outwards to hide an inferiority complex -- but sometimes people push it a step too far. kaito's earnest and goofy and he likes helping people, and kokichi is NOT completely correct about him. kokichi misunderstands kaito in a lot of ways. kaito's not wrong about everything and oumota should not exist for kokichi to tell kaito "your entire ideology is flawed, come join my emo band". like i think they work because they challenge each other and if you take away that dynamic on kokichi's end and just make the pairing kaito getting schooled then i'm not into it. i also don't really like this thing oumota fans will do where they won't like. let kaito have friends lol. not that i think he has to keep any particular friends, but he should have friends outside kokichi and his relationship with kokichi. otherwise he's just kinda isolated.

what i want for oumota is for them to have a really strong back and forth. they have conflicting viewpoints in such a way where both of them is correct on the issues where the other is wrong. that's COOL because it means there's mad growth potential for them while interacting. they can challenge each other to think beyond what they've always assumed and they can also cover each other's blind spots in tough situations. i like that! it's cool.

it's important to me also that they HAVE failed each other in many ways. kokichi targets kaito's biggest insecurity repeatedly and intentionally because he fundamentally misunderstands who kaito is. kaito does not understand kokichi from the get go and struggles repeatedly to see what he's really saying, even when he says it outright. there are failures. but then they still choose to work together, they find a common ground and learn to understand each other and when everything seems hopeless, they stand up together against the killing game. that makes them stronger in my eyes than two people who have always been in agreement. this is the RIGHT choice and they BOTH think so. middle ground.

so what i look for in healthy oumota is push and pull from both sides. they're both right. they're both wrong. they can mess up and hurt each other, but i want to see them BOTH apologise and take responsibility; it can't just be kaito saying it, and kokichi DOES have to change how he communicates sometimes in order for kaito to feel seen and heard. simultaneously though, i don't want kokichi to have to change who he is or stop lying just for the relationship to work. i think oumota is strong because regardless, kaito will always chase after kokichi, he will always keep falling for the jokes-- and also, because kaito is a liar in as much the same way as kokichi is. his free time events are full of tall tales just like the kind kokichi is always telling. shuichi just sees them as more benign because they're hoeric. they're silly and childish and i want kaito to see what he does and what kokichi does aren't all that different.

i want them to play together!!! banter!!! wrestle!!!! kokichi pulls pranks on kaito and kaito chases him down and tickles him. they launch into these mad stories about whatever bullshit they made up today and leave everyone else just kind of struggling to keep up. kaito wants a partner who will challenge him and always leave him trying to get the next point. kokichi wants someone who will chase him to the ends of the earth and meet his eyes when he shows who he is. they ARE each other's ideals, they ARE the best for each other.

just. you know. some people aren't really sure how to write that.

#oumota #momota kaito #ouma kokichi

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slackerartist · 5 months ago

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With having to create so many story stuff for many different characters, original story stuff like Doodle Madness, to existing stories like Splatoon with SplashInk and the Persona 5 AU, Another Story, but one story idea I haven't gotten to doing at all is for a show I have just rewatched a while ago, which is The Owl House, and for this story idea I have in mind which I have been working on for a short while, I would like to call it... Twisting Tides

What even is Twisting Tides anyway? Twisting Tides is an Owl House styled story that would be taking place during the events of the main show itself, but it would mainly focus on the characters that I have created especially only in Twisting Tides itself.

What is the story to Twisting Tides? It essentially follows the same story and structure as the original show itself, but with a few twists and turns of course. Twisting Tides follows the story of Everest Anderson, a human from our own world as he accidentally gets put into another world, simply to give back a notebook to his long time friend, Luciana Cordell, who is revealed to not be a human, but revealed to be a witch from the Demon Realm!

With him being stuck in the Demon Realm however and not in his own, it’s going to take a lot of risk and turns for Everest to be accompanied in this whole new world, with him going to a new school while learning on how to use magic with his very own wand and spell book that he rightfully acquired to try and learn all the brand new magic spells, meeting new friends/enemies, and even exploring his very own origins to find out about his actual past life that isn’t in his own world however.

Will Everest eventually find his way back home in the Human Realm with the help of Luciana, Luciana’s own family and even his new found friends?

What will Twisting Tides include? In Twisting Tides it would feature different ideas from the show itself, both old and new, with those examples such as… -Stuff from the pilot, the pitch bible and even the Test Animation/Next Time On would be added into Twisting Tides, so expect different ideas for stuff, like on Luciana for example, she is loosely based on the version of Amity from both the pilot and pitch bible of the original show, and even the creepy Puppet Luz character idea to be used for Everest, if you've seen the test animation, you'll know why. -Owl House characters that were created by my friends would show up in Twisting Tides. -Twisting Tides would be going for the same route as Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake, think of what if The Owl House was rated TV-14 instead of the show's TV-Y7 rating. -Have different original locations that would expand in both the Human Realm and the Demon Realm, and even go beyond from the two realms with the new location called the Spiritual Realm. -Characters from the canon show would show up in Twisting Tides.

Will Twisting Tides suffer the same fate as other fan fictions like The Seventh Son by Cowboy Alchemist, or even the notorious Amphibia fanfiction, Loyalty Among Worlds by AdmiralDT8? Simply to answer that… ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! I’m putting all the safety precautions to make sure that I do not want to follow the same patterns as those fanfics are doing, I’ve known for creating different original ideas and even wanting to take existing stories to actually give them originality, and no I’m not going to ship an OC towards the show’s main character, Luz, since that 1. the ship with both Luz and Amity is already in the show, and 2. my character Luciana is to have a crush with Everest.

So yeah, guess that's about it, also won't be planning on making another blog account because of this, since I have three blog accounts made and will not plan on making a fourth one lol

Also no, I don't plan on making this into a webcomic on Twisting Tides, but instead, doing fake snapshots, more character art, writing stuff and might even do scene redraws since I'm known for doing those types of stuff.

And if you have made it this far from reading from top to bottom, congratulations, you get a cookie!

#the owl house #the owl house twisting tides #twisting tides #owl house #toh #the owl house fanfiction

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eldritchsurveys · 10 months ago

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1185.

Do you still remember your first kiss? >> I remember the first time someone kissed me. I don't remember the first time someone kissed me in a non-coercive, totally consensual way.

Are you happy with where you are relationship wise now? >> Not exactly. I still would like to experience at least one close intimate relationship, or at the very least a couple of deep friendships.

How many kids do you want to have? >> Zero.

Have you ever purposely given someone the wrong number? >> I have not.

Who’s the last person you smoked weed with? >> Sparrow, which was more incidental than intentional.

Are you mad at the last person who called you? .

Who was the last person you talked to, other than family? >> The last person I spoke to was Sparrow, as usual. When was the last time you flew in a plane? >> April 2022.

Is there a girl you absolutely can not stand? >> Somewhere, I'm sure.

Have you ever set anything on fire? >> I have. Have you kissed the last person you texted? .

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? >> I am always up for another tattoo, but I don't have any specific ideas in mind, seeing as I stopped bothering to think about them because of the expense.

Do you find tattoos attractive in the opposite sex? >> Tattoos are not what make me find a person attractive or unattractive. Who is the person you have hurt the most? >> I have no way of knowing this. Who is the person that has hurt you the most? >> Ultimately, that goes to my parent. Many of the things that affect me to this very day were because of something he did, even if that something was more indirect like "shipping me off to live with extended family members without vetting them as people first".

Have you smoked a cigarette today? >> I have not.

Are you listening to any music? What song? >> I am not.

Ever had a person who was obsessed with you so much that it scared you? >> I can't even imagine what this would be like.

Is there anything silver near you? >> Possibly.

Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? >> A few times.

Who are you talking to right now? >> No one. I'm taking a survey.

Have you cried this past week? >> Of course. Say your last ex walks up to you and hugs you, what do you say? .

Would you date someone right now if they asked? >> That... obviously depends on who was asking, doesn't it? Generally I am open to a variety of relationship structures, but not open to any old person who sought one...

Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? >> I don't think so.

Who was the last baby you held? >> Elliott, and he's four now, so that's how long ago that was.

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? >> I do not.

Would you ever get a tattoo? If so, of what? >> I have three, so apparently I would. Have you purposely flirted with a friends crush? >> I have not.

Do you have any siblings that moved away to college? .

Have you had any beer this week? >> I have not.

Is there anything you need to talk about with someone? >> Not to my knowledge. Are you wearing a necklace? >> I am not.

What does text #10 in your cell say? .

Who was the last person who cried around you? >> Sparrow, I assume.

What was the last thing you cried about? >> I was stressed out about how much of the day I lost to the power outage, which lasted for seven hours. It just destabilised my entire daily rhythm.

Who’s the last guy to give you roses? .

Do you think relationships are hard? >> For me, absolutely. Significantly harder than they'd be for the average person.

Did your parents do drugs when they were younger? .

What color are your eyes? >> Dark brown.

Do you listen to music while you fill out surveys? >> I don't, I don't listen to music when doing anything that requires language processing. Would you date someone that had a different religion from you? >> Religiosity wouldn't be a dealbreaker on its own. I quite like religion, but people interact with religion in wildly different ways and that's the salient bit.

Would you rather have nice eyes or nice lips/smile? >> por que no los dos

Do you have any secrets? >> I don't. No use for it, really.

What’s your current problem? >> Hmm... well, I can't think of anything off the top of my head. A small miracle and I'll take it.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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godspeedmajortom · 2 years ago

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Miscellaneous Malevolent musings now that I've caught up with the podcast releases...

Loved the "Dunwich Horror" vibes in season 3

Seasons 2 and 3 worked better for me than Season 1, I think because the shape of the arc and the overall goal was clearer

Could do without the amazement at "ruins older than this country," though. America is such a recent creation, and there were people here well before it. Ancient structures should not be inconceivable. Not that I want to go in the HPL direction of native peoples being corrupted by eldritch gods, more that it's ignorant to assume there was nothing here before the colonists. There are better ways to marvel at the impossibility of a place, like the scale of the structure or an unnatural texture or shine or echo or non-local stone (like obsidian in New England lol).

Not sure if this has been confirmed or refuted anywhere, but I headcanon that Arthur wrote the “Some Would Call It Madness” song

Arthur, John is not your conscience. He has no authority to tell you whether you're a good man. He's still learning what "good" means. He's a friend who can provide a second opinion at best. I know you're lonely and you want reassurance, but he does not have the human frame of reference to give you a valid answer. Sorry, dude.

On that note, Arthur seems to have two categories for beings: person and monster. Monsters are evil and should be punished, people deserve respect and can grow from their mistakes. I don’t think he has a clear philosophy yet for what distinguishes them, beyond his gut feelings or rationalizations for his actions (see: cultists are irredeemable and deserve what's coming to them, certainly not people who maybe made a bad choice, got in over their heads, and could use a second chance). Like, John is right that he and Yellow are fundamentally the same, however much Arthur wants John to be in the Good and person-like category. The main difference is that Arthur trauma bonded with one and came to like him, then expected the other to replace him immediately under different circumstances and was disappointed when he didn't. I'm not sure where Arthur puts himself on the person-monster scale. I mean, he considers himself a person, and he typically thinks he's in the right. But he toes the line with cruelty sometimes in a way that does concern him, and he still has so much guilt and shame about Faroe. He's complicated, that's the point of the story. I can see him going full "he who fights monsters," or embracing mercy and forgiveness as human virtues.

Arthur giving the cana water in the prison pits takes on a new light after hearing the whole "I am the captain of my ship" poem and hearing what happened to Faust

Petulant child John is still the best. He is especially childlike in Ep29. The movies! The handkerchief! He has so much ambition and so little agency.

On the other side of the John coin, I'm very curious about how John actually killed Emily and Parker, especially given his limited power on Earth. I imagine it's something that can occur in the ritual of opening his book. The details will surely be revealed at the least opportune moment.

Speaking of coins: Kayne, you sick fuck, I love you, what are you, what the hell game are you playing. He clearly has more direct influence on Earth than the King in Yellow, and he has some kind of influence in the Dreamlands/with the King to return John to Arthur. Presumably, he needs both John and Yellow, maybe also Arthur, for whatever he’s planning. Or maybe he just wants to be entertained by Arthur inevitably blowing up at John for lying to him and betraying his trust again. Fun times for everyone!

#malevolent #malevolent spoilers

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charmixpower · 2 years ago

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I dunno if someone asked it already, but why not Timmy/Sky? Oh, and also Flora/Krystal. And Bloom/Mirta =^)

Idiot royal and his boyfriend with the braincell

Awe!! them!!

Sorry but the more I think about them the more I like them??? I like them

Sky is an integral part of Timmy's growth into becoming more confident, constantly directly defending Timmy and believing in him when no one else does

And Timmy COULD be important to Sky's arc of getting his head out of his ass because Timmy is a normal kind person and has told Sky to act right before. I can see it

Idk I feel like they'd be able to build each other up in a really cute way and I love that for them

S1 Sky and Riven primarily fight over Timmy (Riven doesn't like Timmy because he gets remedial over him, and Sky thinks that he should try being nice instead of getting pissed at the remedial training. Which mind you, getting out though remedial training REALLY FUCKING SUCKS on purpose to get people mad at each other, and Sky inherently doesn't like this), Sky's identity is revealed and Timmy sticks with him out of loyalty while still calling him a dumbass, s2 Timmy starts learning to be more confident (and stops putting Riven though remedial because he starts taking the physical aspect of RF more seriously) while Sky tries not to have a mental breakdown over his parents locking up into himself but Timmy sticks around bc their friends even though Sky doesn't tell him everything, s3 nightmare happens and they support each other, s4 they both realize they're happier doing not RF stuff (Sky not liking military structure was foreshadowing!! He isn't built for the military) but Timmy still really enjoys ships and Sky is still a huge fan of sword play so they find places to still do this that isn't militaristic

Idk that's what I kinda have 4 now hope u enjoy

Double flower power

It's not that I dislike this ship, it is that I am very attached to my interpretation of Krystal as a kid Helia babysitted for often to the point where she picked up some of his more unhinged habits and eats suspicious noodles that Miele made with magic and ingredients Miele will NOT share

But I see why other people enjoy this ship

Oh dear god the lack of impulse control

This ship is very cute, two angry red heads who want to make the world better or fucking else is adorable

But the most important part of this ship is that it's fucking hilarious

Do you know how much insecurity and impulse control these two have??????????? So much and absolutely none respectively

It's amazing these two are going to cause so many international incidents on compete accident and I'm so fucking here for it tbh

#winx club #winx timmy #winx sky #winx flora #winx krystal #winx bloom #winx mirta #rus chatters #asks #ask games

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jxckyx3 · 2 years ago

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Hi!

A lot of personal stuff has happened lately and I dunno if I'll be able to post as much. Regardless, I'll try my best to keep working on chapters so when I DO get chances to post, I'll have stuff ready.

This goes for all my socials, such as Instagram, Tumblr, yada yada.

Like I've said many times, money here is a struggle and God knows how much I hate our landlord, as he likes to complain and bitch about rent and what not.

Surprise, surprise, -not- he's giving us a date till we hav'ta leave our damn house. Nothing too fuckin surprising. 🙄

Anyways, on a less serious note, here's a couple shot instead of a harem, and I hope you guys like it!!

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Ship: Nogla x Brian

Top: Brian

Bottom: Nogla

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Setting: /

Type: Fluff / Smut

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, mention of homophobia, rough sex, praise kink, degrading, pain kink, sexual themes/acts, consumption of alcohol, dirty talk, drunk sex, sleep sex and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Third pov -

Brian and Nogla were close. No doubt about it. The two got along well—very well, in fact. For many reasons. There was the obvious ones; the two sharing the fact that they were Irish and the second reason being that they were very similar in character.

But there was always the unspoken reasons for their tight friendship.

They were always there when one needed comfort or just a person to talk to, they always had eachothers backs no matter what the situation was, and no matter how many fights and playful—or non playful— arguments they had, they always apologized and swept the brawl under the carpet.

As if they had no reason to stay mad at eachother. No matter the circumstances.

The two definitely had their own stronger connections with their other friends of course. But their own connection was one that they couldn't top.

They laughed at most of each other's jokes—even if at times Nogla was clueless on the matter—, they understood eachothers complex slang in words that always made them giggle with one another whenever the guys questioned them, and they completely accepted eachothers lifestyles and decisions.

For example; when Brian decided to work out everyday without a break, it made the guys worry that he would hurt himself by pushing too much for that healthy body structure he thrived for. Nogla was fine with it, and the guys questioned his opinion on the matter.

But months later, Brian was fine and in great shape. Better than what he was aiming for. Nogla had been smug that the guys worried over nothing.

Or the fact that Nogla ate junk food like he was the last man on planet earth and had all the rights to eat whatever he pleased. Like before, the guys told him it was a horrible idea, as Brian just waved it off like a funny joke.

Later it was found out, that Nogla didn't gain any weight from eating like a bear for weeks at end. If anything, he stayed the same lanky man he's always been. It was definitely surprising, and even more so that his blood sugar was of average.

The two trusted eachother what their own health, even if to the others their choices were questionable.

The two had a way of reading the situation with one another and always knew how to respond.

They were two peas in a pod. Absolutely inseparable.

And though they had a clear friendship, Brian always made jokes on how much he hated the other. He liked to dismiss all the comments that were of 'Friendship goals' or 'best dynamic duo'.

He liked to deny them. But David knew he was always joking no matter how serious he looked when saying it. Come on. They were clearly best friends since day one.

"I seriously hate you, Nogla." Brian would say. Wether it be because of something the other did to piss him off, or just to say it out of habit when running empty of jokes to say when he was lacking the comedic mood.

No matter what the reason was, Nogla would always respond lightly.

"I love ye too, Brian." He would smile and wave it off, earning laughs from their friends and curses from Brian.

However, long periods of time in friendship doesn't always stay the same. At least not in this case.

After years of their relationship, Nogla started to feel attracted to Brian.

It deeply confused him at first. Really, confused him.

He's always found Brian handsome and charming in how own way, yeah. With his quirky voice impressions and his contagious laugh that always got others to crack a smile when hearing his pig-like snorts.

Nogla knew Brian was an attractive guy. But he had never fallen for his ridiculous personality and cocky demeanor.

Or at least he thought he hadn't. He couldn't recall a time that he's even been nervous around the other.

So instead of confronting the situation head on, he brushed it off... But that didn't do much.

The more he hung out with the other, the more David realized, he wasn't just crushing. Oh no, he was madly in love.

With his best friend.

And he was scared of it. So unbelievably scared.

Brian was a person that he cared deeply for. More than he'd ever admit to anyone, or even himself. He's been through thick and thin with this man, and he could not- would not, ruin it.

In fear, he stayed closeted. Thinking his friends would judge him and the fans would hate him. Be disgusted by him. That Brian, would be disgusted by him.

Nogla could already see it happening. The harsh rejection from everyone and the undying thought that if he was found out, everything that he ever loved would vanish.

Everyone, that he even loved would vanish.

David couldn't stand the thought of that. The rejection, the fear, the anxiety. The hate.

So he kept it all bottled up, hoping to save his little weak heart.

He's had things like this happen before, but he couldn't go through it all over again. Not with his fans, not with his friends, not with Brian.

But as time carried on, it increasingly got worse.

The culprit himself wasn't making it any easier for the other Irishman, making it unbearable for him to hide it all.

Brian was always being touchy and flirty around David. They were jokes of course, and he's done them with everyone of their friends. It used to make Nogla uncomfortable and weirded out, and Brian liked to get that reaction out of him.

But that was all before Nogla fell for him. This time around, he wasn't disgusted by Brian or even cringing about how 'gay' he was acting. This time, Nogla was bothered. Hot and bothered.

He wouldn't allow Brian's teasing to get his hopes up, he wouldn't. But that didn't stop him from feeling excited because of it. Multiple times during these episodes he had whenever playing games, Nogla had to excuse himself for a glass of water, to cool himself down.

He's never touched himself at the thought of Brian. Oh God no, that would just be wrong. Instead, whenever Brian made him this way, he'd always wait it out.

He's never betray his friend in such a disgusting way.

But the teasing definitely made him crave Brian. It made him want to hold him, to be near him. To hear his voice next to him rather than through a shitty headset, because God knows how much sexier Brian's voice sounded in person.

And all Brian did, was add fuel to the already blazing fire, deep in Daithi's gut.

Nogla was glad his emotional craving was stronger than his sexual desire though.

But it was still annoying. More so than the touch starvation.

He wanted to hug Brian. To hold his hands. To kiss him, cuddle him, love him. Nogla wanted everything you could even think of when it came to a significant other.

His love for Brian was different than any love he's ever had, that's for sure. It was difficult dealing with these feelings. Especially since he trusted nobody enough to tell. And to make matters worse, the only person he could possibly trust with all the pent up frustration, was Brian, the man himself that he was trying to keep these feelings away from!

So Daithi did the only thing he could think of. Push his best friend away.

It was wrong, he knew. But he wanted to keep Brian safe. He wanted to keep himself, safe.

He couldn't go through another heartbreak after his first love broke up with him in college for some guy on a varsity football team.

He loved that girl, and she had just stabbed him in the back.

He knew Brian wouldn't be hard on him if he was rejected, but it would definitely break their strong relationship.

Nogla could not allow another relationship to die like that.

So he hung out with Smii7y and The Goons more. Trying to get away from his main friend group. Because if he stayed closer to them, Brian wasn't far behind.

Most of the time the guys were pretty understanding whenever he'd turn down a recording session with them to hang out with the other friend group, but from time to time they'd whine and demand and he'd have no choice but to give in.

Especially, when Brian was doing the demanding.

Of course, the sudden change in routine confused the fans, but they didn't say much other than question if anyone else noticed it too.

Three months Nogla delt with his emotions. Three months, that he had to keep his thoughts to himself. And that's something he's horrible, at doing.

All his effort. All his work. All for it to go to nothing, as here before him, stood Brian.

At his doorstep, in front of his house, just barely a foot away.

"Surprise bitch!" He exclaimed excitedly, tossing his suitcase to the side as he reached up and brought Nogla down for a bear crushing hug.

Nogla let it happen, eyes wide and arms hesitantly lifting his hands to pat Brian's back in a half-assed hug.

The man was... beyond confused seeing his friend in person, pulling back to ask questions. But he found he couldn't get a word in, as Brian was rambling happily.

"And so since it's been months since we've seen eachother, I thought I'd just show up and surprise ye! We can stream together, record vlogs and we can even finish t'at Cuphead round we never got ta! Sound fun right?!" He smiled.

God, David could already feel his heart pounding faster. Screaming at him to just grabs Brian's stupidly handsome face and kiss him.

"Y-yeah! That's sounds great..." He managed, feeling his face burn as he admired the blue running jacket that Brian wore often. It always made his muscles seem bigger in videos and now seeing it on him in person...was just so much better.

"...Are ye okay? Ye're red. Are ya sick? Oh my god, get inside."

Brian's sudden concern made Daithi flinch back into reality, humming in confusion as the shorter male quickly grabbed his suitcase off the floor and quickly pushed him inside, closing the door behind them.

"Wha? S-sick? I'm not—"

"Sit yer ass down you stubborn bitch. I'm gonna make ye some tea." Brian huffed, shoving Nogla down by his shoulders and forcing him to sit on the couch in the living room.

Nogla blinked in confusion. Brian disappearing to the kitchen before he had time to question.

Within a single minute, Brian was rushing back and placing a quilt over Nogla's lap, pushing his chest back so that he was leaning into the couch cushions.

"Uh, Bri—" He was cut off again.

"Why are ye wearing a fuckin' thin ass T-shirt? God damn Daithi, yer a grown man. Learn ta keep yer'self healthy." Brian huffed, grumbling in irritation as he quickly pulled his jacket off and easily slipped it over Nogla's head.

The latter was much skinnier and less muscle toned than Brian, so the clothing easily came a few sizes too big on his slim frame despite his height.

"You dumbass, if you were sick why didn't ye fuckin' call me? I would've gave ye moral support." Brian grumbled. Despite his slight irritation, it wasn't heated. It was more worried than anything.

Nogla blinked in confusion as Brian stomped back to the kitchen, preparing the tea as he sat in silence.

He could hear the mumbled curses from the kitchen, but chose to ignore them. Nogla was wearing Brian's jacket, and his personal smell filled his senses.

He found himself inhaling it in, holding his breath to let the smell linger regardless of if Brian had showed no sign of taking it back any time soon.

"God...I'm stupid." Nogla groaned, raising his hand to massage his temple. All of this so suddenly was giving him a headache.

"Yeah, ye are stupid. Ye didn't even have soup in yer kitchen. I expected ye ta at least have boxes of empty soup cups from DoorDash or some shit. Ye lazy ass." Brian mumbled in agreement as he headed back into the room, having a mug of tea and a plate of cookies he found in Nogla's cupboard.

Nogla flinched as he heard the other, watching his movements as he sat down next to him and set the dishes down.

Nogla looked down, noticing that underneath the jacket, Brian had been wearing a black tank top. And God, if he didn't look sexy before, he most definitely did now.

"Uh...yeah, I was hopin' it would go away naturally. I actually started ta feel better today." Nogla lied, snapping his eyes down as Brian handed him his cup.

Regardless of the heat resistant glass, Nogla pulled the sleeves of Brian's jacket up to his fingers and grabbed the cup sluggishly.

He hated to lie to Brian, but if that's way it took to hide himself, he'd white lie any day. He felt Brian's praying gaze on him as he sipped the warm tea, refusing to open his eyes and meet his gaze.

He sighed in relief once the warm caffeine hit his throat, reliving a few of his on-alert senses.

He opened his eyes and set the cup down on the table, not meeting Brian's gaze once. He took it that the other was silent, probably judging him on how unkept he was.

Nogla reached for one of the cookies with a satisfied hum, having forgotten he even had those.

When he finally met Brian's gaze, his eyes were sharp and unreadable. He stopped his movements, halting with the cookie in his hand.

"What?" He asked, aiming for a slightly offended tone to hide his nervousness. He swallowed softly as Brian's eyes narrowed at him, eyeing him up and down.

Nogla flet a shudder when Brian's eyes went up, then back down. Repeating once more.

"Did yer hair grow longer?" He finally asked.

"Huh?" Nogla asked, taken aback at the sudden question.

"Yer hair. It's down ta yer neck. Last time it was barely past your ears." He explained, stealing one of the cookies. Nogla sighed in relief, glad he wasn't caught in his lie.

"Yeah. Been too busy ta cut it." He said, a bit self conscious as he ran one of his hands through his hair, trying to push his bangs back, only for it to fall back in place.

"Might get an appointment soon." He excused, waving his hand as he took another bite of his cookie.

"Don't. I prefer it this way." Brian stated with a grin. Nogla refused to choke, mentally coaching himself to learn to chew again.

Fuck. It was already happening. His walls that he had worked so hard to build, were starting to crumble.

And all it took was a single compliment from Brian.

God, he was smitten.

Brian hummed happily as he set the phone down, positioning it towards himself and steadying it against the carton of eggs before making a noise of victory.

"Right Chat, so Nogla hates his eggs cooked all the way. The fucker likes ta slurp up his yolk like a slutty mick. So we're just gonna cook 'em easy." He explained knowingly, jokingly at his comment as he pulled the eggs out early.

He discussed with Nogla just yesterday that he had wanted to steam every other day with him. Starting from first thing in the morning, and ending last thing at night.

Nogla was hesitant giving the fans that much input on their personal lives, and he was scared he's do or say something he wouldn't be able to take back. But regardless, he agreed. Much to Brian's surprise.

The latter had expected the other to curse him out and rant at him about how stupid that was. Instead, he had gotten a hesitant nod and quiet hum of agreement.

"Speaking of which, where is t'at fucker?" Brian muttered. Ignoring the Chat laughing about his comment to look in the direction of the hall.

He clicked his tongue, setting the stove on low heat and brushing his hands on his sweats.

"Watch the food lads, make sure it doesn't burn." He sighed dramatically, shooting a quick eye roll at the Chat before heading into the hall.

"David, it's already nine in te feckin' morning! What are ye still sleeping!" He called raising his voice, using a playful irritation in his tone.

He stopped in front of the white door, gently knocking two times.

No response.

He huffed, groaning loudly as he threw his head back.

"Daithi, the stream's already runnin'! Chat is waiting on ya, c'mon yer gonna make me eggs burn!" He teased loudly, getting yet more silence in return.

Brian chuckled lightly, knowing the other had to be passed the fuck out still. Yesterday, Brian was sure Nogla was sick, but he had seemed to be getting better by the second, so he had hoped his work had paid off.

He grabbed the door handle and turned it experimentally, grinning to find it unlocked.

"David, wake te fuck up! I'm making... breakfast." Brian trailed off upon walking into the room.

Nogla was passed asleep—as expected — but he looked flushed and sweaty. He was squirming a bit, looking in distress.

Brian frowned, confused.

Nogla seemed alright yesterday. He could he still be sick after all of Brian's care?

He sighed in sympathy as Nogla's fists tightened into the sheets, panting lightly. He was still wearing Brian's jacket, and the latter slightly regretted putting it on him if it was gonna make him so flushed.

Brian stepped forward to wake the other. Maybe to wake him up so that he could prepare a soothing bath for him.

Brian reached his hands down to shake the other awake, but was stopped to a halt when a low groan left Nogla's parted lips.

Brian froze, snapping his eyes to his friends face in surprise.

Nogla's brows twitched, furrowing downward before another moan left his mouth along with a bit of drool.

Brian then stood up straight, easily connecting the dots.

Flushed skin, tossing and turning, drool, moaning, shaky breathing.

Nogla was having a wet dream.

This was out of Brian's control. He couldn't step in and help Nogla here. He stared at his flushed friend for a few seconds, pursing his lips in an unexplainable interest.

He then turned around and headed out the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

"Nogla! Wake te fuck up! Yer gonna make me burn the food ya fuck!" Brian shouted loudly, banging on the door as if he hadn't walked into the room in the first place.

He kept bagging and yelling till he heard a loud groan of complaint, cursing along with his name being grumbled in response.

"Now hurry yer arse up! We already got four hundred people waitin' on ya includin' me!" Brian laughed, dropping his smile as he turned away from the door and headed away.

Become of this... unexpected situation, he didn't know what to think.

What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say about that?

He couldn't think properly. So instead, he ignored it and head back with a blank expression, smiling and rolling his eyes playfully only once he was in the kitchen and in view of the Chat.

"He's not a morning person lads." He excused, chuckling to himself as he turned the stove back up to medium and took the eggs off the pan. Moving to place in the bacon instead.

Brian continued to talk to Chat as he cooked, trying his best to ignore what had just happened.

Nogla had entered the room just in time for Brian to finish making the pancakes, setting their plates.

"There he is Chat! Everyone say hi ta this sweepy head." Brian teased, reaching up to ruffle Nogla's hair.

The taller man huffed and pushed his hand away with a pout, moving past him to wave at Chat and steal a bacon from one of the plates.

"Here. Drink, ya fuck." Brian said jokingly, handing a cup of orange juice to Nogla.

"Mm, t'anks." He mumbled, gratefully taking the cup and taking a few gulps. He moaned at the delightful tang of the cool juice down his throat.

Brian froze. Only for a millisecond, but he did freeze. The sound reminded him of what he had just forgotten of this morning.

Brian glanced up at the Chat, hoping to distract himself. He wasn't gonna tell his friend he saw him having a wet dream. As funny as it was to probably see his embarrassed expression.

Irishfanlad: he's so cute when sleepy!!!

Bbsgod: aww his hairs all floofy!!!! XD

Brian Micheal Handjob03: is that Brians jacket?? (⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞

UrMomisGayxx: HeS sO aDoRaBLe?!?! 😩

Brian chuckled at the Chat, flicking his eyes up at Nogla, totally oblivious to all the attention.

He was absolutely clueless.

"Mmm, yer good at cookin' Bri." Nogla muttered, swiping another piece of bacon from the plate.

Brian scoffed, nodding in agreement.

"Of course I am. I would make a perfect husband fer ye." He joked, shooting the other his famous smirk. Nogla spit back into his juice, glaring at Brian with a flushed expression.

It was sort of like the same expression he had earlier in bed. Hot and bothered...

Brian chuckled as Nogla cursed him out, ignoring the slight flutter in his chest.

Only two days had passed since Brian came over, and Nogla was starting to question if he was capable enough to hold himself back anymore.

His love for Brian was getting stronger and stronger and having him here in person wasn't helping.

He stumbled slightly as Brian hung onto his side, mumbled nonsense as he tried to stand himself up again. Nogla cursed quietly as the action caused Brian to fall into him, his head swaying and bringing Brian's mouth close to his neck.

Nogla reached into his pocket for his keys, feeling his face flush more than it already was as he felt Brian's breath on his skin.

Earlier, Brian and him had played a few rounds of Cuphead, like he mentioned when he first arrived. The session had gotten heated and Brian ended the recording early.

He was mad at the game enough to give up mid way to take a break. Nogla had suggested getting lunch, or even going for a walk to help him calm down.

But Brian wasn't up for any of that. He wanted alcohol, and he had wanted it severely. He suggested that they go to a bar.

Nogla wasn't very on board with the idea but he knew it would help relieve Brian a bit and save him from getting yelled at for no reason or even a few shoves—even if Brian wasn't physically harmful no matter how mad.

Still, Nogla agreed.

They went to a bar he visited from time to time and they drank a bit. Eventually, Brian got a little too excited about it and decided they should go to another bar.

Nogla was confused, thinking Brian wasn't satisfied with their current location. So instead of questioning him, he just gave in like the love-struck idiot he was.

Next thing he knew, one thing led to another, and they started to bar hop.

Nogla hated bar hoping.

It was boring, exhausting, and overall a waste of time. He would have rather been at home dealing with an angry Brian than going around town from club to club.

But, he loved Brian. And bar hopping was something he liked to do. So Nogla let Brian have his fun, and even drank a few himself.

After hours of walking around, a few dozen drinks, and a few lectures to Brian from a few bouncers, and a shit ton of bars later, the two decided to call it quits and go back to Nogla's house.

Nogla was tired of the loud music, the sweaty people and the smelly vomit scent that came with the bars seemingly naturally, and he decided to tell Brian it was time to head back.

The latter was already blasted drunk, so he had no room to argue or disagree other than a few slurred whines in protest.

Nogla himself was drunk, but he sobered up a lot quicker than Brian.

Regardless, he still struggled to open the door to his house and stumble in with his friend. He closed the door behind them with a grunt and locked it, tossing his keys on the coffee table.

He threw Brian on the couch with a huff, earning a goofy chuckle from the man. Nogla rolled his eyes as he pulled a few tissues from the Kleenex on the coffee table, leaning forward to sit Brian up.

"Yer a mess." He muttered, blinking his eyes a bit to clear his blurry vision. It was a miracle how he had managed to walk them back home, carry both their weight, and manage to not get mugged.

Times like this though, he had wished he made friends in his neighborhood to pick him up or something. Alas, Nogla was very antisocial and likes to keep to himself.

"Fuck, my head's poundin'..." Brian winced, groaning as Nogla set a small pillow under his neck.

"T'ats what happens when ye try ta out drink a lumberjack. Te big fockers gonna win even'if ye're Irish." Nogla slurred, softly grabbing Brian's jaw to face him as he wiped away the beer and drool leaking down his chin.

"No, fuck'em. I- hic- I won." He waved at Daithi, his eyelids heavy as he smiled to himself. Nogla rolled his eyes, feeling a blush creep into his face at the smile.

"No, ye didn't. Ye fell off the barstool and blacked out for three minutes." Nogla sighed, grumbling as a new stream of drool leaked from Brian's mouth.

He looked up at his friend as he eyes slowly opened. His blue orbs looking darker than usual. Nogla quickly glanced away, cleaning the rest of the mess on Brian face before turning away and getting up to toss the tissues away.

Suddenly, he was pulled back by strong arms around his waist, pulling him back down into couch.

"No, stay wit me. It's cold." Brian hummed, nuzzling into Nogla's hair as he pulled him closer. Nogla felt his eyes widen, feeling his heart doing literal cartwheels in his chest.

"F-fuck off. Let me go ya bitch." Nogla grunted calmly, reaching down to pry Brian's hands off his waist.

"Mmm, no." Brian pouted playfully, placing a small kiss on Nogla's nape. The latter flinched at the feeling, mentally cursing as the grip on his weak body tightened.

"Brian!" Nogla exclaimed in protest, trying to turn and glare at the other. Brian just chuckled at the expression on his friend's face, finding it all too amusing.

"What? Is my love makin' ya shy?" He asked teasingly, earning a pinch to his hands. Regardless of the wince of pain he drew in, he didn't pull back.

Nogla grunted in Brian's hold, feeling his face burn hotter than it even had before.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening!

The alcohol clearly had a bad effect on Brian. This was common knowledge. But he's never been flirty when drunk. Brian was usually a happy, party drunk. He liked to dance and sing, regardless of if he had two right feet and his voice was off key.

It was one of the reasons Nogla loved him. Because Brian could care less about what other people thought of him. Doing and saying as he pleased, when he pleased.

But this was another kind of interaction Nogla had wished would never occur. It wasn't helping him for shit.

"Speechless are we? I t'ink I could squeeze a few words outta ya." Brian chuckled, his words flirtatious and his expression suggestive.

Nogla squeaked when he was abruptly turned and pulled into Brian's lap, immediately shooting his hands up to shove himself away. But Brian's daily workout era had been more than efficient.

He was ten times stronger than David in every way, and easily held him in place.

"Yer thighs are warm." Brian muttered in admiration, running his large hands up and down Nogla's jean-clad legs.

Nogla let whispered curses escape his lips as he grunted with effort, still trying to pull himself away.

He was embarrassed and flustered. Just like every other time Brian had flirted with him or teased him. But this was on a whole new level.

Brian had never put his hands on Nogla this way. And he's never spoke so sexually. It was more of cheesy pick-up lines or just 'ohh'ing as he hugged him softly.

This, was different.

Usually when Brian got like this, Nogla would tell him to fuck off, and he'd listen immediately. Not wanting to overdo it.

But now, Brian wasn't listening to him, and was groping him softly as if they've done this before.

It excited Nogla, but he couldn't. He just- he couldn't.

Brian was drunk. Way, too drunk. He didn't want to take advantage of his state because of his own emotions. That was low.

"Brian fu- stop squeezing' my ass!" Nogla huffed, trying to go for a more irritated tone. He's never actually yelled at Brian because of the teasing, and right now he regretted it the second he did because Brian, looked pissed.

"The fuck ye just say?" He asked, his voice deep and his eyes glaring.

"I- I...stop, yer drunk." Nogla stuttered in shock, trying to ignore the sudden change in attitude to put Brian in the right mind set.

"Drunk. So what if I'm drunk? What about it?" Brian growled, a small challenging grin breaking onto his lips.

Now right there, Nogla wasn't sure if he's ever been as turned on by something so scary, yet so sexy. But he knew he was now.

"Y-ye don't know what ye want. Yer just j-joking." Nogla explained, a bit hurt at his own words.

He knew Brian would never really do this. No matter how drunk, how high or how delusional. Brian just was raising the stakes higher to get a good laugh out of this...

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"Oh..I know exactly what I want." Brian growled, immediately grabbing Nogla's attention when he felt a hand on the back of his neck.

Before he had time to question, he felt Brian smash his lips into his, his entire body painfully tensing in shock.

No. It's not real. It can't be.

"Shit, yer lips are so soft..." Brian mumbled once he pulled back, staring down at Nogla's pink lips before hungrily diving back in for more.

Nogla clenched his eye shut, opening them a few times and repeating the process. Trying to see if he was dreaming.

But according to the way his skin grew goosebumps once Brian's warm fingertips trailed under his shirt and up his spine, this was real.

He clentched his eyes shut again, keeping they closed this time when he felt Brian's forceful tongue enter his mouth.

His spit tasted of vodka and honey and fuck, was it intoxicating. Nogla found himself giving in. Submitting to the wonderful touches that Brian's hands left on his body.

He was losing control.

Brian sucked on his tongue harshly, drawing out a whine in protest. He tugged on Nogla's bottom lip, feeling the soft flesh with his teeth before pulling back. Nogla didn't even have time to speak, as Brian beat him to it.

"Y'know, a few days ago I saw ye havin'a wet dream in yer bed. Took me a while ta realize it, but after I did, all I wanted ta do was rip yer damn clothes off and fuck ya right there."

His words were low and husky, sending shivers down Nogla's back. He averted his gaze, his complaints dying on the tip of his tongue after those words.

What was he supposed to say to that? Curse him out? Ask him why he didn't mention it earlier? Demand him, where this was coming from?

All Nogla knew, was that he was embarrassed, and he didn't want to know more. But God must hate him regardless of how religious he was, because Brian spoke with another naughty remark.

"Ye probably would've liked t'at. Wouldn't ya. Ta have me strip ye naked and fuck the living shiet outta ya." He muttered into his ear, leaning up to do so. Nogla shook his head quickly, more complaints dying the more Brian spoke.

"Would have ya spread open and leaking with my fucking cum. Ye want t'at?" He asked in a low whisper, now pressing his lips right up against Nogla's ear.

"F-fuck." He finally managed, cursing himself for getting hard over this.

"I would've marked yer neck and bruised your skin with my fingers. Have your ass red and abused if I spanked ya..." He continued.

God, why did Brian have to be a master at dirty talk?

"Mmm, woulda had ye grinding on my cock fer more. Just...like...now." He sighed, earning a yelp as he pushed Nogla's ass down into his hardening member.

"I could probably do all that right now though...now t'at I think about it." He chuckled, getting one last shove from Nogla before his arms turned to jelly.

"Wanna try?" Brian grinned, filling Nogla's stomach with butterflies.

"Fuck...y-yes." he admitted sheepishly, still refusing to make eye contact. Brian groaned in victory, quickly flipping the two so he was hovering over Nogla, who was now laying on the couch.

"Gonna fuck you up till yer screaming for me ta stop." He growled, and Nogla's didn't know if he should feel aroused or scared. But he felt both.

He was panting, still in the stage of being shocked and confused as Brian ripped off his clothes, throwing them to God knows where.

Nogla instinctively covered his crotch, whimpering as Brian quickly yanked them back.

"God, yer skin is so...empty. 'M gonna mark the shit outta ya." He groaned, and before Nogla could protest, Brian was leaning down and he could feel teeth bite into the skin around his collarbone.

He groaned at the slight sting of pain, quickly washing over with pleasure as Brian's jeans ground into his naked boner.

"O-ow!" Nogla moaned out as the scratchy fabric rocked against his flushed member. Brian pulled back, raking his fingers down Nogla's ribcage on either side and leaving eight pink marks behind.

"You're so soft...fuck, ye're like every man's first gay wet dream." Brian groaned, flustering Nogla even more so than he already was. He whimpered quietly, biting his lip as he watched Brian reach up to pull his shirt and jacket off, then down to unbuckle his pants.

He should stop. He should stop Brian before this gets too far. But...he couldn't help it.

Nogla wasn't able to help the moan that escaped his lips once Brian pulled his cock out. Fully hard, long, and thick all around.

"I'm gonna ruin yer fuckin' innocence." He growled, leaning over Nogla and pushing in without a warning.

"Oh! F-fuck!" Nogla yelled, closing his watering eyes and gripping into the couch tightly.

He never pictured sex with Brian. No matter how much he desires the man. But if he had an opinion, he would've thought Brian was slow and gentle. Kind and loving.

But the way he was forcefully ramming in and out said otherwise.

"B-brian! Brian, it hurts! Fuck- slow down!" He managed to moan out desperately, thinking Brian wasn't gonna listen either way. But he did.

Brian came to an abrupt stop deep inside of Nogla, their hips connected skin to skin. Nogla felt a few tears of pain slid down his face as Brian leaned down to kiss them away, moving lower until his teeth were nipping at the skin on his neck.

Nogla gasped as he felt Brian's hot dick pulse inside of him. His ass stung for sure, but the small movement was definitely pleasurable.

"Fuck, got a little too comfortable. Sorry..." Brain apologized genuinely, his words still slurred from the alcohol minutes ago.

Nogla didn't respond, too busy feeling his cock rub into Brian's lower abs with each movement of the other.

It was the smallest feeling, but God did it feel good. He whimpered in need, unvoluntarily twisting his hips to gain more friction. The movement caused the shaft inside of him to shift, and press into his most sensitive spot.

He let out a gasped moan, fluttering his eyes at the newly found area. Brian didn't mention it as much as he wanted to, continuing to scrap his teeth and trail his wet tongue down Nogla's neck and chest.

Nogla raised his hands and pushed into the arm of the couch, pushing himself down into Brian. He moaned at the feeling, pushing himself lower and twisting his hips again to gain more friction.

"Told ya you'd be grinding on my cock." Brian finally spoke smugly, helping Nogla by pushing himself deeper into the other.

"Oh! Oh fffuck—" Nogla moaned shakily, biting his lip to hold in any more noises.

"Fuck, keep moaning like t'at. It's makin' me harder." Brian hissed, pulling out slowly.

Harder?! How could he possibly get any harder?!

Brian thrusted in quickly. Not as harsh as before, but still fast. Nogla had whimpered at the feeling, still a bit in pain but the burn felt nice.

"Gotta get ye wet." Brian muttered, drawing back as he sat up. Nogla watched as Brian pulled out, suddenly feeling very empty.

"C'mere." He growled, snatching Nogla by the hair and tugging softly. No enough to hurt him, but enough where he could feel it. Nogla whimpered quietly, obediently getting up to his knees. It took him a bit since he was still feeling a tab bit of pain in his nether region, but Brian let him take his time.

He sat Nogla up, admiring his form for a second. He looked so embarrassed and shy. Sitting on his knees with his legs spread and his chest and neck marked up.

"Fuck, I love your lips." Brian mumbled, bringing Nogla into another kiss. Nogla's heart did a backflip for a split second, thinking Brian was gonna say the words 'i love you'.

But they weren't, yet, they still meant just as much.

Nogla kissed back gently, getting Brian to slow down and match the pace.

He then pulled back and lowered Nogla's head, hand still threaded into his hair.

"Open yer mouth." He demanded, Nogla didn't complain. He easily parted his lips and allowed Brian to slid in. He pushed in a few inches, experimenting with the new heat.

He was four in and Nogla didn't seem to be complaining or struggling. He pushed in a bit further, groaning at how well his lips wrapped around his shaft.

"I really love your lips." He stated, sighing as he felt Nogla's throat constrict around his tip. Nogla's gagged once, but was immediately pulled off a bit by the hair.

Nogla had been in pain before, and now Brian was trying to restrain himself a bit so he didn't repeat the torture.

"Fuck- sit back up." Brian mumbled, slowly pulling Nogla off of him, watching in arousal as his lips glisten with spit in the moonlight of the room.

Nogla flickered his eyes up at Brian in confusion and askance, trying his best to keep his eyes away from the way the other grit his teeth in want.

Brian lied Nogla down gently, grabbing one of his small hands and holding it up to his mouth. He sucked on Nogla's dainty fingers slowly, careful not to bite him and hurt him any more than he already has.

Nogla whined at the sight, his skin turning a dark shade of red. God, what was Brian doing to his little heart?!

"Finger fuck yer'self fer me. I wanna see." He said, pulling Nogla's fingers from his mouth with a thick coat of saliva.

"W-what?! I-i dunno how... i-i—" Nogla stammered, his face flushing even more. If that was even possible. Brian chuckled at the adorable behavior, his eyes hazy from the alcohol.

"Or I can do it. Yer choice." He smirked, signifying that if he did it, he wouldn't hold back. Nogla gulped nervously, hesitantly lowering his hand under his leg and around to his entrance.

Brian sat back, his grin widening as Nogla's small fingers pushed into the delicate pink hole slowly, drawing out a small gasp.

Brian had already tore him open, so his fingers slid in easily. Nogla pumped them in and out slowly, whining at the feeling.

He hadn't fingered himself in so long, let alone masturbate. So having to do this—with Brian watching —was god damn nerve wracking.

Nogla huffed our small puffs of air as he added in a third finger, just slightly speeding up.

"That's it, keep goin' like t'at. I wanna see ye break yer'self fer me." Brian growled, causing Daithi to flutter his eyes shut when his walls tightened around his fingers.

"Add another. I want ye ta be ready fer me ta fuck you nice and good." Brian continued, running his hands up the under sides of Nogla's thighs.

The taller male gasped at the sudden skin contact, his thighs shaking as he arched his back to reach deeper. He followed ordered and added a forth finger, pushing down to the knuckle.

"Good boy...such a good boy Daithi." Brian whispered, earning a whimpery moan in reward for his dirty talk.

Brian then grabbed Nogla's wrist, helping thrust his fingers in and out. He could feel the way Nogla tightened on his fingers, using a little effort to drag them back out.

"Hell, you're so needy. Mmm, I want my cock in'ya." He growled, yanking Nogla's fingers out and pressing his wet prick to the pink hole once again.

Nogla tensed, expecting to feel pain like before. Instead, he felt bliss as Brian's head popped in, slowly sliding inch by inch, deeper and deeper until he could feel Brian's stomach against his dick again.

"So much easier." Brian mumbled, leaning down to trail kisses on Nogla's jawline as he started to thrust in and out.

Small gasps and shaky moans left Nogla's pink lips as Brian pushed into him, quickly deciding it was a good idea to speed up again.

Nogla yelped, latching to the cushions again as Brian slammed into him. He was panting and grunting like an animal, growling Nogla's name as he ran his nails down his pale body.

"So tight fer me...so god damn hot for me. Just me." Brian groaned possessively, adding more marks to the skin that was left untouched.

Nogla keened in pleasure, feeling his legs part more with each thrust Brian made. With each ram of his hips, Nogla could feel himself rock back and forth with Brian's effort.

His cock was deep and fast, going in and out a lot smoothly than previously. His hands were warm and firm on Nogla's thighs, keeping his spread open and vulnerable, just like Brian said.

Everything about this felt amazing to Nogla. The feeling, the emotion.

He didn't care to hide his sounds anymore. Moaning with every thrust and squeaking in shock when Brian's dick nailed his prostate unexpectedly. His noises were high pitched and toy like, it drove Brian to search for more.

"Ya like t'at? Ye like getting pounded like a slut? Yer suckin' me in so fucking well. God, yer a mess. If only ye could see how fucked up ya look right now David." Brian laughed smugly, watching the way Nogla's eyes seemed to be losing focus and crossing every now and then before blinking to regain his vision.

Nogla was tightening with every dirty word that left Brian's mouth, pushing the two close to their edge.

"Not gonna respond? Can't talk with all that screaming yer doing? Fuck you're so soft- even in the inside. So warms an...argh." Brian trailed off, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on Nogla's thighs at the welcomed pleasure.

"Fuck, I- I love you Brian." Nogla whispered, opening his eyes to look at his friend. He mentally sighed in relief, seeing as Brian was too busy feeling pleasure to pay any mind.

Nogla clentched around Brian tightly, feeling his whole body shake the more his prostate was hit.

"Fuck- cumming." Brian groaned, leaning forward as he thrusted harder. With a few more bucks he shot his load into Nogla's body, shocking the taller man at the strange, foreign feeling.

"Ah- my god!" He gasped, cumming at the way the hot semen slid deeper inside of him along with the jerky last minute thrusts Brian made.

Nogla's body tensed and he became blinded with white stars, gasping and convulsing as he rode out his high.

He felt Brian reach under him and force his back up to arch, planting soft kisses down the center of his belly. Nogla gasped softly with each peck, his whole body jolting when Brian left one last kiss on the head of his worn out penis.

"Fuck...'m tired." He groaned, sighing as he lied down on Nogla's body, wrapping his arms around him in a cuddle.

Nogla felt a wave of realization crash over him, his euphoric feeling fading away and getting replaced by fear.

What...had he just done?

He glanced down. Brian's head was tucked into his neck, already passed out with drool leaking from his mouth.

Nogla was scared.

Scared he'd just fucked everything up. He has sobered up over the last few minutes and though he was still clearly drunk, he was able to think about what he had done. What they had done.

He just had sex. Sex with his best friend. Sex with Brian.

He blinked, feeling tears threaten his eyes. He enjoyed it. He really did. But what would Brian think?

Nogla did the only thing he promised he wouldn't do. And that was to take advantage of Brian's drunk state.

He felt stupid. He felt disgusted in himself. He felt like he betrayed Brian.

He'll probably never trust him again. He might as well go pack Brian's shit and save him the time to that he didn't have to see another second of Nogla when he woke up.

Nogla would've just done that. But he couldn't even if he wanted.

Brian was still on top of him. Still inside of him. Passed out.

Nogla took a few deep breaths, calming himself down. There was no use in getting all shaken up when he knew it was gonna happen anyways.

Nogla was conflicted. He didn't know what to do.

He sighed sadly, looking down at his friend's sleepy face. Probably the last time he'll see him so peaceful. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to his lips, immediately drawing back as he knew it was just as wrong.

Fuck, he just keeps screwing up.

He huffed, closing his eyes and resting his body. All he could do now was sleep and deal with the hurt in the morning.

Nogla hummed tiredly as he felt a wave of relaxation rush over him. He refused to open his eyes, not wanting to wake up from his peaceful slumber just yet.

His body was in bliss at the moment and he didn't want the feeling to leave. He moaned softly at the wonderful feeling, tilting his head and feeling his bangs brush into his lashes.

What this feeling was, he couldn't tell. But he liked it, and welcomed it happily.

He the jolted with a yelp, feeling a firm hit to his prostate.

He shot his blurry eyes open, blinking away the haze to see Brian hovering over him. Smirking down at him as he rubbed small circles into his hips with his thumbs.

"Morning, love." He greeted sweetly, smiling calmly as Nogla snapped his eyes back down to their joined hips in confusion.

"B-brian! What are ye- f-ah!" He moaned, feeling his legs shake as Brian thrusted back into him.

Nogla didn't speak further, too busy feeling Brian rock into him slowly. For some odd reason, Nogla felt close to a climax. His walls clentched tightly and his breaths turning into sharp gasps. He felt... sensitive?

He glanced up at Brian as he let another moan escape, taking note that he didn't look pissed. But instead, happy.

But he looked sweaty, and he himself was panting.

Had...had Brian been fucking him when he was asleep?

Nogla didn't have time to ask, as his gut was burning too close to an orgasm for his liking. He choked on a gasp, the noise coming out like a whine as Brian's hand reached out to slowly rub at Nogla's tip.

Brian was moving a lot slower than last night, but it somehow increased the other's pleasure.

Brian groaned quietly, his smirk widening when Nogla made eye contact. The smug look in his eyes was enough to push Nogla over the edge, hips and legs spasming as he came all over his chest for the second time in the last twenty four hours.

Gasps of overstimulation left his lips as Brian slowly stroked him up and down through his orgasm, not stoping his thrusting until he himself came. Nogla shivered at the now-familiar feeling of Brian's semen shooting into how body and filling him up, whimpering softly.

He lied in half confusion and half pleasure and Brian eyed him up, watching his body quiver at the remaining of his orgasm.

"Fuck... I'll never get tired of seein' t'at." He mumbled to himself, running his fingers through the ropes of cum that stained Nogla's chest.

"B-brian..." Nogla finally managed, flinching when Brian's eyes snapped up to meet his.

"Yeah?" He asked nonchalantly. Nogla was even more confused, looking at Brian in disbelief.

"W...I-i...yer not mad at me?" He asked hesitantly. Brian laughed at that, shaking his head.

"For what? Having sex with me when I was drunk?" He asked sarcastically. Nogla stiffened at that, and Brian realized he hit a nerve.

He smiled softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to his lips. Nogla didn't kiss back, and that was totally understandable. Brian pulled back before Nogla could even consider kissing back, sitting back up.

"No. I'm not. Plus, I fucked ye in yer sleep. We're even now." He said with a wide smile, taking amusement in the way he left Nogla red faced and speechless.

He needed further explanation and Brian was happy to provide that.

"When we had sex last night, I was drunk, yes. But I'm a responsible drunk. I'm always aware of all my actions and decisions. I was in complete control last night when I slept with ya." He said slowly, trying to satisfy Nogla's sleepy mind.

"S-so...ye didn't just sleep wit' me because I was the closest fuck?" He asked hesitantly, his eyes filled with hope as he looked up at the other. Brian hummed wIth a nod, confirming Nogla's words.

"I slept with you, because I wanted ta." He reassured him. Nogla nodded slowly in understanding, averting his gaze as he thought back to last night.

He then felt his face flush, remembered the small love confession he let slip out last night.

God he hopes Brian didn't remember it...

He swallowed nervously as he looked back up to meet Brian's piercing gaze. An awkward since fell between the two of them. A small smile on Brian's face and a nervous frown on Nogla's.

The taller quickly looked away, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. Well shit, he was caught staring.

"...I love you too."

Nogla snapped his eyes up, his face dropping as he met the other's gaze again.

Nogla was confused, clearly.

"Y...you remember?" He asked in slight horror, wondering how much else the other remembered. Brian chuckled, nodding as he ran his hands over Nogla's thighs—that were still wrapped around his waist.

"Like I said, I'm a responsible drunk. I never forget what happens unless I'm completely wasted." He explained, laughing at the thought.

Nogla nodded again, suddenly at a loss of words. Again.

A lot was going on right now. Yet, so little. Brian showed up at his door, welcomed himself in, drove Nogla crazy with his teasing, got fucking hammered, fucked him, woke him up by fucking him again, and then returned the L word.

The L word. Brian returned it.

Nogla's heart pounded faster, coming into realization. Brian returned his love. Brian returned his feelings. Brian...loved him back?

Nogla looked up into Brian's blue orbs, already feeling content with the smile that was offered his way.

"I...love...you." Nogla repeated the words he had spoken last night. Wanting to hear Brian say it back once more to prove he was certain.

However, Nogla's tone was unconfident and shy. Brian noticed.

He laughed at the whispered words, sliding his hands down to Nogla's hips.

"Say it louder?" He suggested, keeping up that smile of his. Nogla frowned in confusion, regardless, being obedient.

"I...I love ye?" He now questioned. It was spoken louder, but still unconfident.

"Again." Brian demanded, leaning forward and moving his hands to rest on the couch on either side of Nogla's waist.

"I l-love you." He stuttered, glancing down at Brian's body before looking back up to his eyes. He had a pretty solid idea of what Brian was doing.

"C'mon sweetheart, ye can do better than that." Brian smirked, slowly sliding one of his hands up the center of Nogla's chest.

"I love you. I love you, Brian... always." He pushed out, forcing himself to hold their gaze and not wandering to the hand moving past his throat to caress his face.

"Good boy." Brian praised, satisfied with the confident awnser. Nogla shuddered at the pet name, lifting his hands to Brian's hair as the shorter male leaned down and pressed their lips into a passionate kiss.

Brian hummed at the feeling of Nogla's soft pillowy lips, recalling they were just as soft last night. His hands, threading through his hair felt magical. Nogla's lashes were fluttering again his skin and fuck did it feel right. Nogla moaned into his mouth softly, submissively opening his mouth when Brian licked his bottom lip.

Brian felt love... But an unfamiliar love.

Not the childhood crush kind of way, not the family kind of way and definitely not the platonic way. He felt a different kind of love.

He felt...true love.

He pulled back slowly, looking into those bright green eyes that always held so much life and love for anyone that he knew.

But when they looked at Brian, they were practically filled with hearts. Pupils dilating with love.

Now everything made sense to Brian. The weird eye glances, the red faces when he was teased, the missed recoding sessions.

Nogla loved him...and Brian felt nothing more, than the need and want to return that love.

"Uh...c-can we get up now? Ye're kinda...still in me and there's jizz runnin' down my legs..." Nogla said bashfully, bringing Brian out of his trance.

"Shut up, you love it." Brian teased, earning an almost immediate glare and blush in response.

"N-no I don't!" He protests. Brian laughed at the obvious denial and embarrassment.

"Mhm, even after shuddering when I filled you up last night? Ye definitely like if." He grinned, hovering over his fri- well, technically, now lover.

"Sh-shut up! Ugh, ye're so annoyin'!" Nogla exclaimed, groaning in embarrassment as he covered his face with his hands.

Brian laughed at that. He's always loved teasing people, but Nogla in particular. It felt natural and fun. In a friendly sort of way.

But now, it occured to Brian that it wasn't because of that, but a new eye opening reason.

Love.

"Say it one more time, please?" He asked softly, smiling down at the other. Nogla glared through his fingers, the action much too adorable for Brian to comprehend.

Nogla wanted to curse him out for embarrassing him and making fun of him.

However...there was a clear adoration in Brian eyes. One that Nogla's never quite seen before.

"I love you." He stated softly.

Brian sighed lovingly, closing his eyes as he leaned down and ran his nose along Nogla's jawline in content.

"I love ye too, Daithi." He said truthfully, and gently. Nogla smiled, feeling the warmth invade his body as he embraced the beautiful man above him.

He couldn't have been any happier.

"Now get yer dick outta me. 'M hungry." He pouted. Brian laughed, nodding in agreement.

"Me too. As much as I'd love ta just fuck ye again." He admitted shamelessly.

"Brian!" Nogla exclaimed.

"Alright, alright. I'm getting up, jeez." He laughed at the flustered expression the other had.

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Welp! Here ya go!

Btw, for anyone wondering or sensitive to rough intimacy, everything in this shot is COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL!

I've read some kinky shit that other people have posted and despite how aggressive—and I mean AGGRESSIVE, it was labeled as consensual.

So our little jelly bean in the story was in completely safe hands, not to worry!!

😂

Anyways, I hope you guys liked it!!

Stay healthy, stay safe, stay beautiful!

Until next time my loves!!

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- Jacky

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spoonless-sunflower · 2 years ago

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I woke up this morning feeling pretty good. Slept in, called Leo to make sure she got the East coast safely and was doing well, and was ready to center myself. I did a good job for maybe an hour or two doing stretches, meditating, watching MP100, and then...shit hit the fan.

I got a text from a co-worker saying accounts were being deactivated again and that it looked like layoffs were happening at our job. I ran onto Slack to see what was going on but things were frozen and nothing was posted so I couldn’t find any information. I had to just...sit and wait to see if I still had a job and if I did...how it was going to look soon.

I called a friend to cry bc this is the 3rd round of layoffs. I was already preparing to leave this job but I thought I had until the end of the year. Now even if I wasn’t going to get laid off, the schedule would have to be moved up. This place was too insecure.

Suddenly another text from my co-worker...”they laid off everyone”

“Who’s everyone?? From what department??”

I was told only a handful from our department remained..including myself. All of our co-workers were gone.

I jumped on to Slack right in time to see our director post a meeting link and didn’t hesitate to hang up the call with my friend and hop into the meeting even though it was my day off. I was steaming and sad and confused and I wanted answers.

Our department head explained that the situation and asked us if we had any questions. I raised my hand immediately and tried to calm myself bc I didn’t want to get mad or yell at anyone bc I wanted to tear someone apart. I asked politely why they keep laying our teammates off with no warning. I let them know it was demoralizing to those of us fortunate enough to stay and asked if we could go about this differently moving forward.

They explained that they fought to be able to tell us but bc higher ups were also up to be laid off and had access to sensitive info, executives were afraid they could leak or steal info out of anger. So layoffs had to be kept under wraps.

They also explained the new company structure. The long and short of it is that those of us leftover basically got promoted today but by title only. Both of the tier two departments have now been laid off so we are now tier 2. The offshore teams are tier 1. In a couple of weeks, even my work schedule will change and so will my workload. I’ll also have to learn new types of escalations. But I probably won’t see a single cent for the extra work.

The good news is I’m ahead of the curve on the technical half since they had already tried to promote me when they cut the technical support last time. But I need to learn the hardware half. It’s a bit trickier for me but I know I can pick it up.

The part I’m most stressed about is that they’ve made it pretty clear that they can only guarantee our job security for another 6 months. So my timeline to jump ship has been cut in half.

With Leo in the middle of a funeral this weekend, I did let her know something stressful happened, but I didn’t want to drop this whole bomb. So I talked to my friends and brother and have been dealing with it well enough. But I let her know I’d update her when she got home.

On the bright side, I’ve finally been promoted above tier 1 support...but at what cost..At least it will look good on my resume and hopefully make the job search easier. I am good at this kind of work and I think I can do well as long as there are jobs available. I think the scariest part for me is getting connected to people on Linkedin and such. Being sociable is scary. Idk how to be in work or professional settings very well. I mean I’m still here so I’m doing something right but still..

Anyway, I’m going to try my very best. I’m sad and scared and I have to restructure my schedule again for the year but I will not lose track of my goals, dreams, and what’s most important!!

#sunbun talks #q

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puttingherinhistory · 4 years ago

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“Covid has unleashed the most severe setback to women’s liberation in my lifetime. While watching this happen, I have started to think we are witnessing an outbreak of disaster patriarchy.

Naomi Klein was the first to identify “disaster capitalism”, when capitalists use a disaster to impose measures they couldn’t possibly get away with in normal times, generating more profit for themselves. Disaster patriarchy is a parallel and complementary process, where men exploit a crisis to reassert control and dominance, and rapidly erase hard-earned women’s rights. (The term “racialized disaster patriarchy” was used by Rachel E Luft in writing about an intersectional model for understanding disaster 10 years after Hurricane Katrina.) All over the world, patriarchy has taken full advantage of the virus to reclaim power – on the one hand, escalating the danger and violence to women, and on the other, stepping in as their supposed controller and protector.

I have spent months interviewing activists and grassroots leaders around the world, from Kenya to France to India, to find out how this process is affecting them, and how they are fighting back. In very different contexts, five key factors come up again and again. In disaster patriarchy, women lose their safety, their economic power, their autonomy, their education, and they are pushed on to the frontlines, unprotected, to be sacrificed.

Part of me hesitates to use the word “patriarchy”, because some people feel confused by it, and others feel it’s archaic. I have tried to imagine a newer, more contemporary phrase for it, but I have watched how we keep changing language, updating and modernising our descriptions in an attempt to meet the horror of the moment. I think, for example, of all the names we have given to the act of women being beaten by their partner. First, it was battery, then domestic violence, then intimate partner violence, and most recently intimate terrorism. We are forever doing the painstaking work of refining and illuminating, rather than insisting the patriarchs work harder to deepen their understanding of a system that is eviscerating the planet. So, I’m sticking with the word.

In this devastating time of Covid we have seen an explosion of violence towards women, whether they are cisgender or gender-diverse. Intimate terrorism in lockdown has turned the home into a kind of torture chamber for millions of women. We have seen the spread of revenge porn as lockdown has pushed the world online; such digital sexual abuse is now central to domestic violence as intimate partners threaten to share sexually explicit images without victims’ consent.

The conditions of lockdown – confinement, economic insecurity, fear of illness, excess of alcohol – were a perfect storm for abuse. It is hard to determine what is more disturbing: the fact that in 2021 thousands of men still feel willing and entitled to control, torture and beat their wives, girlfriends and children, or that no government appears to have thought about this in their planning for lockdown.

In Peru, hundreds of women and girls have gone missing since lockdown was imposed, and are feared dead. According to official figures reported by Al Jazeera, 606 girls and 309 women went missing between 16 March and 30 June last year. Worldwide, the closure of schools has increased the likelihood of various forms of violence. The US Rape Abuse and Incest National Network says its helpline for survivors of sexual assault has never been in such demand in its 26-year history, as children are locked in with abusers with no ability to alert their teachers or friends. In Italy, calls to the national anti-violence toll-free number increased by 73% between 1 March and 16 April 2020, according to the activist Luisa Rizzitelli. In Mexico, emergency call handlers received the highest number of calls in the country’s history, and the number of women who sought domestic violence shelters quadrupled.

To add outrage to outrage, many governments reduced funding for these shelters at the exact moment they were most needed. This seems to be true throughout Europe. In the UK, providers told Human Rights Watch that the Covid-19 crisis has exacerbated a lack of access to services for migrant and Black, Asian and minority ethnic women. The organisations working with these communities say that persistent inequality leads to additional difficulties in accessing services such as education, healthcare and disaster relief remotely.

In the US, more than 5 million women’s jobs were lost between the start of the pandemic and November 2020. Because much of women’s work requires physical contact with the public – restaurants, stores, childcare, healthcare settings – theirs were some of the first to go. Those who were able to keep their jobs were often frontline workers whose positions have put them in great danger; some 77% of hospital workers and 74% percent of school staff are women. Even then, the lack of childcare options left many women unable to return to their jobs. Having children does not have this effect for men. The rate of unemployment for Black and Latina women was higher before the virus, and now it is even worse.

The situation is more severe for women in other parts of the world. Shabnam Hashmi, a leading women’s activist from India, tells me that by April 2020 a staggering 39.5% of women there had lost their jobs. “Work from home is very taxing on women as their personal space has disappeared, and workload increased threefold,” Hashmi says. In Italy, existing inequalities have been amplified by the health emergency. Rizzitelli points out that women already face lower employment, poorer salaries and more precarious contracts, and are rarely employed in “safe” corporate roles; they have been the first to suffer the effects of the crisis. “Pre-existing economic, social, racial and gender inequalities have been accentuated, and all of this risks having longer-term consequences than the virus itself,” Rizzitelli says.

When women are put under greater financial pressure, their rights rapidly erode. With the economic crisis created by Covid, sex- and labour-trafficking are again on the rise. Young women who struggle to pay their rent are being preyed on by landlords, in a process known as “sextortion”.

I don’t think we can overstate the level of exhaustion, anxiety and fear that women are suffering from taking care of families, with no break or time for themselves. It’s a subtle form of madness. As women take care of the sick, the needy and the dying, who takes care of them? Colani Hlatjwako, an activist leader from the Kingdom of Eswatini, sums it up: “Social norms that put a heavy caregiving burden on women and girls remain likely to make their physical and mental health suffer.” These structures also impede access to education, damage livelihoods, and strip away sources of support.

Unesco estimates that upward of 11 million girls may not return to school once the Covid pandemic subsides. The Malala Fund estimates an even bigger number: 20 million. Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka, from UN Women, says her organisation has been fighting for girls’ education since the Beijing UN women’s summit in 1995. “Girls make up the majority of the schoolchildren who are not going back,” she says. “We had been making progress – not perfect, but we were keeping them at school for longer. And now, to have these girls just dropping out in one year, is quite devastating.”

Of all these setbacks, this will be the most significant. When girls are educated, they know their rights, and what to demand. They have the possibility of getting jobs and taking care of their families. When they can’t access education, they become a financial strain to their families and are often forced into early marriages.

This has particular implications for female genital mutilation (FGM). Often, fathers will accept not subjecting their daughters to this process because their daughters can become breadwinners through being educated. If there is no education, then the traditional practices resume, so that daughters can be sold for dowries. As Agnes Pareyio, chairwoman of the Kenyan Anti-Female Genital Mutilation Board, tells me: “Covid closed our schools and brought our girls back home. No one knew what was going on in the houses. We know that if you educate a girl, FGM will not happen. And now, sadly the reverse is true.”

In the early months of the pandemic, I had a front-row seat to the situation of nurses in the US, most of whom are women. I worked with National Nurses United, the biggest and most radical nurses’ union, and interviewed many nurses working on the frontline. I watched as for months they worked gruelling 12-hour shifts filled with agonising choices and trauma, acting as midwives to death. On their short lunch breaks, they had to protest over their own lack of personal protective equipment, which put them in even greater danger. In the same way that no one thought what it would mean to lock women and children in houses with abusers, no one thought what it would be like to send nurses into an extremely contagious pandemic without proper PPE. In some US hospitals, nurses were wearing garbage bags instead of gowns, and reusing single-use masks many times. They were being forced to stay on the job even if they had fevers.

The treatment of nurses who were risking their lives to save ours was a shocking kind of violence and disrespect. But there are many other areas of work where women have been left unprotected, from the warehouse workers who are packing and shipping our goods, to women who work in poultry and meat plants who are crammed together in dangerous proximity and forced to stay on the job even when they are sick. One of the more stunning developments has been with “tipped” restaurant workers in the US, already allowed to be paid the shockingly low wage of $2.13 (£1.50) an hour, which has remained the same for the past 22 years. Not only has work declined, tips have also declined greatly for those women, and now a new degradation called “maskular harassment” has emerged, where male customers insist waitresses take off their masks so they can determine if and how much to tip them based on their looks.

Women farm workers in the US have seen their protections diminished while no one was looking. Mily Treviño-Sauceda, executive director of Alianza Nacional de Campesinas, tells me how pressures have increased on campesinas, or female farm workers: “There have been more incidents of pesticides poisonings, sexual abuse and heat stress issues, and there is less monitoring from governmental agencies or law enforcement due to Covid-19.”

Covid has revealed the fact that we live with two incompatible ideas when it comes to women. The first is that women are essential to every aspect of life and our survival as a species. The second is that women can easily be violated, sacrificed and erased. This is the duality that patriarchy has slashed into the fabric of existence, and that Covid has laid bare. If we are to continue as a species, this contradiction needs to be healed and made whole.

To be clear, the problem is not the lockdowns, but what the lockdowns, and the pandemic that required them, have made clear. Covid has revealed that patriarchy is alive and well; that it will reassert itself in times of crisis because it has never been truly deconstructed, and like an untreated virus it will return with a vengeance when the conditions are ripe.

The truth is that unless the culture changes, unless patriarchy is dismantled, we will forever be spinning our wheels. Coming out of Covid, we need to be bold, daring, outrageous and to imagine a more radical way of existing on the Earth. We need to continue to build and spread activist movements. We need progressive grassroots women and women of colour in positions of power. We need a global initiative on the scale of a Marshall Plan or larger, to deconstruct and exorcise patriarchy – which is the root of so many other forms of oppression, from imperialism to racism, from transphobia to the denigration of the Earth.

There would first be a public acknowledgment, and education, about the nature of patriarchy and an understanding that it is driving us to our end. There would be ongoing education, public forums and processes studying how patriarchy leads to various forms of oppression. Art would help expunge trauma, grief, aggression, sorrow and anger in the culture and help heal and make people whole. We would understand that a culture that has diabolical amnesia and refuses to address its past can only repeat its misfortunes and abuses. Community and religious centres would help members deal with trauma. We would study the high arts of listening and empathy. Reparations and apologies would be done in public forums and in private meetings. Learning the art of apology would be as important as prayer.

The feminist author Gerda Lerner wrote in 1986: “The system of patriarchy in a historic construct has a beginning and it will have an end. Its time seems to have nearly run its course. It no longer serves the needs of men and women, and its intractable linkage to militarism, hierarchy and racism has threatened the very existence of life on Earth.”

As powerful as patriarchy is, it’s just a story. As the post-pandemic era unfolds, can we imagine another system, one that is not based on hierarchy, violence, domination, colonialisation and occupation? Do we see the connection between the devaluing, harming and oppression of all women and the destruction of the Earth itself? What if we lived as if we were kin? What if we treated each person as sacred and essential to the unfolding story of humanity?

What if rather than exploiting, dominating and hurting women and girls during a crisis, we designed a world that valued them, educated them, paid them, listened to them, cared for them and centred them?“

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