#our house government would go to shit if she left

[two-white-butterflies]

gave you all my best me's (ii)

Description: Aemond tries to figure out if his feelings are real. A revelation sends this house of cards crumbling down.

Pairing: (past! jacaerys velaryon/reader), aemond targaryen/reader

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Aemond takes a nervous bite of his mini-Oreos. It's been a week since he introduced you to his family, and all his relatives have been sending him kind messages. However, his father has refused to return all of his calls. Nothing new, he muses.

"Are you okay, hun?" You sit beside him, and the sofa slightly shifts to accommodate your shared weight. "Yeah," he responds reluctantly. He doesn't exactly know how to feel. He sometimes looks at you and thinks about turning this relationship into a real thing, but then, he remembers your conversation with Jacaerys on the balcony...

Everything has been so blurry and difficult lately.

What if Jacaerys suddenly calls, and you pick up, and everything returns to where you left it off?

"It's just been a tough couple of weeks," he reasons.

But he knows that the feelings that thump inside of his ribcage are far too complex to explain. "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, and he shakes his head.

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nameofficial posted to her story!

caption: with mr lover lover 😎 song: Boombastic by Shaggy

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YOU are you aight you been pushing me away lately :((

AEMOND TARGARYEN I'm a little busy with work We're releasing a new phone this month

YOU does this have something to do with the jacaerys thing?

AEMOND TARGARYEN Ofc not xx I respect you It's not like we have a 'real' relationship

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Your eyebrows merged together in fury.

It's not like we have a 'real' relationship.

You continued to stare at his message. Actually, you were glaring at your phone - until it suddenly fell on your face.

"Shit," you cursed. "Fuck," you continued.

The fact that Aemond wasn't entirely lying pierced your heart. Your feelings for him have blossomed these past few months, you didn't need a verbal reminder that this was all contractual. That he only chose to be pretend married to you because it meant inheriting his father's fortune. You are not important to him.

Thanks for the reminder, Aemond.

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You were pleasantly surprised when Alicent invited you for a cup of tea. Aemond told you that his mother kept to herself, she only talked to people inside her small circle. You remember that the only thing that she acknowledged you with were small smiles and nods, but it's good that she's finally warming up to you.

I mean...you are going to be her pretend daughter-in-law.

"I am sure that you are not unfamiliar with the way our family conducts our business," Alicent begins the conversation, taking a leisurely sip of her tea. "- it's a new age, but some of our members are still stuck in the past." She gives you a thin-lipped smile.

What was she going to say next? She voted for Hillary Clinton in the last election. "- especially my husband. He is a traditional man. Before we got married, I was in my third year of medical school. I wanted to be a pediatrician, but he gave me an ultimatum, told me it was either him or being a pedia, and I chose him." She speaks with regret.

"Pardon?" You raised an eyebrow, unaware of where this conversation was leading. "My husband knows there are charges against you by the Spanish Government, which is easy to fix, but there is a stain on your reputation. You are not the kind of woman that he finds worthy of being a member of our family. He will not allow your wedding to pull through, and if it happens, Aemond stands to inherit nothing." Alicent explains with a deep breath.

You wanted to tell her that you were no longer here for the money, but Aemond would want the inheritance, right?

Alicent reaches for her handbag, dropping an envelope of cash to cover the bill for this tea party. She reaches for your hand, holding it with both of hers. "Please stay away from my son," she begs. "- you can find another husband, but I cannot find another him." Alicent pleads, not wanting her son to fall in his ranks in society.

Reputation means everything to people like them.

"Yes, of course." You forced yourself to agree.

It's what Aemond wants.

"Please don't mention this to him. I love him, but he doesn't love me enough to abandon you." You took a deep breath. She reaches for her handbag again, writing you a check for millions of dollars but you shake your head.

"- he'll have kids in the future with a woman that isn't me, but someone that you think is proper enough for him. You won't even remember my name by then. I don't need money, Mrs. Targaryen. I'm happy to have been here." You removed your engagement ring, placing it on the table.

"Thank you," she looks up with a sad smile.

"Thank you too," you answered, leaving without looking back.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN Where are you? I bought some pad thai

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AEMOND TARGARYEN Are you still there?

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AEMOND TARGARYEN My mom told me I'm sorry Let's talk

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YOU MISSED A CALL FROM AEMOND TARGARYEN. (39)

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(ONE YEAR LATER)

WHY DID Y/N L/N DISAPPEAR?

It has been one year since singer Y/N L/N was last seen wandering around New York City. Thirteen months ago, MTV announced that her engagement with tech-CEO Aemond Targaryen had broken off. A close friend alleges that their breakup was amicable, and the couple were just heading towards different paths in life.

A year ago, Y/N L/N deactivated her social media accounts.

Six months ago, all charges by the Spanish government against her were dropped, citing that it was a third-party accounting firm that caused the mismanagement of funds. L/N was let go with a minor fine. It has been radio silence for quite some time now, but according to a few insiders, the singer is seen roaming NYC once more...

Why did she disappear? And why is she back?

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nameofficial: i stayed there.... THANK YOU FOR INVITING ME AND @luciechurchill!! @taylorswift. i love you so much ❤️

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taylorswift: I'm so glad you enjoyed the era's tour 💙💙💙💙💙 - nameofficial: twas absolute cinema 🤯

Y/NSUPPORT: SHE'S BACK !!! and she's paid her taxes 🇪🇸

BigBlueEyes6: Y/N stays the queen of the revolution 🇪🇸 bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao 👺

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sexybaliye: I HAVE BEEF WITH HIM BECAUSE HE TOOK HER THIRD ALBUM AWAY FROM US 😭 MY ASS WILL FOREVER MOURN LOVER - applepie59: BYE...Karma by TS is Lover in a diff font - sexybaliye: Albums that will never be released LOL

hauntedasshome8: I'm not heartbroken....also me: Y/N L/N

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nameofficial: I love the crowd in Nashville. I'm so happy to be opening the ERA'S TOUR by @taylorswift. ❤️

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"How long are you going to keep attending the concerts?" Aegon sits on one of the ottomans. He gives his brother a lazy smile before callously lighting his cigarette - knowing that he wouldn't get into trouble because his grandfather owned the hotel. "Why are you so curious about it?" Aemond rolls his eyes.

"I find it kind of weird that you leave after the opener," Aegon comments. "- don't you want to talk to her?" Aegon inquires.

"She looks fine," Aemond breathes. He doesn't want to ruin your quit life just because he dreams of being in your arms again. If you've moved on, then he has no choice but to follow in your footsteps.

"I've been analyzing her note changes," Aegon puffs.

"You pay attention to that?" Aemond raises an eyebrow.

Aegon chuckles annoyingly, as if he was your biggest fan. "When she says lay on the horn, there's a slight change in her voice, which probably means that it haunts her." He quotes your lyrics. "- in one of the surprise songs, she looked really sad when singing about the snow globe spinning round and round." Aegon continues his analysis.

He looks at Aemond again, who is looking at him with a strange stare. "Men are so stupid," Aegon stands up - he rolls his eyes before leaving the room and slamming the door loudly.

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Aemond continues to watch you from the front row, he's already memorized your routine by now. He takes a sip of the beer that Aegon smuggled inside, and everyone cheers around him - seeing your faint figure begin to march towards the front stage.

"This song is going to be a part of my third studio album, I figured that I should share it with all of you first." You smile, strumming your guitar. "The apartment we won't share. I wonder what sad wife lives there." You begin your song. "Have the windows deciphered her stares? Do the bricks in the walls know to hide the affairs?" You walked around.

Freezing once you see him.

Aemond Targaryen in the flesh.

"The dog we won't have is now one I would not choose. The daughter we won't raise still waits for you." You walked past him. You could attend a million interviews after this and swear to god that you're not over him, but you'd be lying. Because you still love him. You still love all the ways that he'd massage your scalp.

"The girl I won't be is the one that's yours. I hope you shortly find what you long for." You glanced at him again. Seeing him feels like getting electrocuted. It makes you happy but at the same time really, really sad because you know that he doesn't feel the same way. "A year and some change. Isn't it strange?" You looked at him.

One word and you'll come running back to him.

"I'm sure she's beautiful and sweet." You continued strumming your guitar. "But you're the only thing I need," you change the lyrics, your voice beginning to fade in the background.

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Aemond nervously bounces his legs, and a few security guards escort him backstage - and now he's waiting for you to finish your last song. He fidgets with the engagement ring inside his palms. It's a family heirloom, a ring that Alicent gave him that came from his grandmother, Alerie.

"Aemond," you say with a reluctant voice. "Y/N," He breathes, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned, taking in the sight of him. "Let's get back together, please," he begged, offering you the ring that was inside of his palms. "What are you talking about? I thought that wasn't part of the deal, your dad won't leave you anything." You stared deep into his eyes.

"I love you," he confesses.

"The day that you left, I wanted to tell you." He adds.

"I only left because I thought that you didn't feel the same way," your frown deepened.

A chuckle escapes your mouth, truly in disbelief at how the tides shifted in your favor.

He drops on one knee.

"Marry me," he says.

"Of course," you agree.

Meeting his lips with fiery passion.

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nameofficial: I take this magnetic force of a man to be my LOVER.

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bananalols: ok what happened to hello, how are you?

helaenatargaryen: Congratulations sis and bro!! 🧡

Nour192: UMM THIS IS SO UNEXPECTED...

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aemondtargaryensapphires: Happy wedding.

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nameofficial: I'm so happy to make it with you ❤️

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imthatbitch2: Congrats, we didn't even know that u were engaged lols

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ColossalTitan: MRS LOVER LOVER

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[strwyofthesun]

a workplace escapade

pairing: id!leon kennedy x agent!(f)reader

synopsis: you work at the DSO and your days there have become increasingly mundane till you are assigned to a mission with Leon under the president's orders. and ever since then, tension grows between the two of you in your workplace.

word count: 2.4k

cont: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (m receiving), slight degrading, overstimulation, breeding (?)

a/n: it's like 5 am here and i have not had a blink of sleep. also, is it normal to feel hella embrassed when writing smut? can't take myself seriously i sweaaar. stream sntv too, i was inspired by i can see you to write this cuz shits jus so good.

reblogs, comments, reqs are highly appreciated! <3

The days in the headquarters of the Divisions of Security Operations have been getting more and more tiresome the longer you’ve been working. When you were newly employed, the job seemed exciting at first. Working alongside the best of the best agents from all across different branches of the US federal government, it was nice to have more company and see new faces. Over time though, the missions increased in difficulty and you’ve seen friends and colleagues come and go. You’ve tried your hardest not to become numb to everything but hid your emotions of anger and frustrations. On days where you weren’t on the front lines fighting, you were in stuffy, cold rooms reporting on what happened during your missions and relaying the information you have found. Your work-life balance was basically non-existent at this point, spending most of your time in and out the headquarters and if you’re lucky, you’d get to go home and relax for a while until you are called again for the next assignment.

Nothing gave you any thrill or excitement anymore. Everything had become a routine to you, until, under the president’s orders, you and agent Leon S. Kennedy are paired together for a mission. You left your comfort of your home immediately as soon as you were called and headed to the white house to meet the president and Leon.

Leon wasn’t exactly a new name or face to you. You’ve heard about his deeds and he does live up to the name he has made for himself. There has been a couple of instances where the two of you would bump into each other in hallways, but other than catching each other’s glances, there wasn’t anything more to say really. Though, you had to admit, other than being one of the president’s bets, he had looks that could kill as well. It’s hard to miss him whenever he’s around. His striking blue eyes, tall figure, long blonde hair, and that charming smile of his. If only your job had room for having more of a life, you’d have probably fooled around with Leon by now. But sadly, that isn’t the case.

You shortly arrived at the foot of the president’s office and you could hear him talking to who you assumed was Leon. Two of the president’s bodyguards opened the door for you and you let yourself in.

“Ah, speak of the devil, she’s here.” The president said while smiling at you. “I’m sure you are acquainted with one another, yes?” He asked while looking at the two of us.

“Yes, Mr. President but it’s our first time working together.” You responded.

“Oh? Is that so? I trust that my best agents will be fine.”

You got flustered at the president’s comment and hear Leon chuckle from the side, “We’re flattered sir.”

The president soon briefed the both of you on what needs to be done and the goals you must achieve. You and Leon nodded in agreement and the president patted the both of you on the shoulder with a look of pride painted on his face. “Make me proud my agents.”

The mission went according to plan and was successful. The following day, the both of you return to HQ and prepare to report what happened. You sported a white long sleeve button-up that has been rolled up and a black skirt that hugged your figure nicely. It wasn’t all the time you wore an outfit like that whenever you reported back, so not only were people congratulating you for the successful mission but at the same time, complimenting you on your outfit. You arrived rather early in the meeting room as it was only you and a couple associates in the room. Later, heads started turning once Leon stepped into the room. He was wearing a blue suit with a white button up underneath, looking jaw-dropping to say the least. The men and women in the room stood up to shake hands with him as you patiently waited for your turn. You stood up and walked up to him while he checked you out.

“Nice outfit. Suits you.” He said smiling at you.

You returned the smile and said, “I can say the same to you.”

The two of you head to the front and start recounting the events that have occurred. Whilst you were talking, you noticed Leon from the corner of your eye, looking at you. But it wasn’t just a simple look, you could see his eyes shine as he drowned in the sight of you. It was as though he was undressing you with his stare. One of the associates asked Leon a question but he didn’t respond due to him still having his gaze fixated on you. You turn to look at him directly and uttered a small “Hey” to catch his attention. He snapped out of his trance and apologized. Leon answered the question and for the rest of the meeting he really couldn’t keep his eyes of you.

Once the meeting was finished, you came up to him and jokingly asked, “Did I have something in my teeth? Why were you staring?”

“Oh, was I? I didn’t realize… I'm sorry." He apologized.

“No need to apologize. It’s okay Leon.” You reassured him.

He then gestured for the door and held it open for you. You thanked him and went parted ways for the day. When you weren't on a mission, you mostly spent your time on your desk from morning till night while occasionally running into Leon if he wasn't on a mission as well. You’d give each other an awkward smile and go about your business. This went on for about a week and over time, Leon was suddenly all you could think about every time you’re at work. Hopping that you’d bump into him somehow or see him around the halls. The thought of catching him staring at you excited you. It felt like there was this electrifying tension between the two of you.

You were done working together for a mission, but something told you that this wasn’t just the end for the both of you. Impure thoughts filled your head, distracting you from your job. You could tell that it wasn’t just you, and that’s what thrilled you the most. Knowing that you both want each other, yet held back. It made you long for him even more. The times you and Leon would talk to each other for work purposes, the two of you kept your composure and kept it professional when deep down you both needed the fulfill the urge to be on each other's bodies.

It was getting late at night already and you yawned from the exhaustion of a long day’s work. You rummage through your paper looking for a specific document when you remembered that you had left it in a meeting room. You sighed and sluggishly make your way to the meeting room, cussing yourself out for forgetting and now you’re working overtime. As you approach the door, you hear noises coming from the room. You thought it was odd that someone was still in there since the building was almost empty at that hour. Leaning into the door, you peaked through the glass and see Leon, touching himself. He moaned your name under his breath along with profanities. This took you by surprise. You leaned even closer on the door and ended up accidentally pushing it, making Leon jolt knowing that he’s been caught.

He quickly zips up his pants and walks up to door to see who was looking, when he was then met face to face with you.

“I-I left something inside the room…” You stuttered.

Leon just looked at you panting slightly, forehead glistening with sweat and the buttons of his shirt open just enough to see his bare chest. You excused yourself and went in the room and grabbing the document you left when all of the sudden, Leon pinned you to the wall, barely leaving any space between the two of you.

“Are you really just going to leave me here?” Leon asked .

“You seemed… busy.”

Leon let out a chuckle and leaned in close to your ear, “I know you heard me…” His breath making contact on your skin made you shudder.

“Maybe I can help you out..." You whispered back dropping the document to the floor and placing your hand on his chest, slowly moving down, palming his hard dick through his pants. Leon buried his face into your neck trying to stifle his moans. You undo his button, unzip his pants, and pull it down along with his boxers.

You bend down to kneel infront of Leon and level with his cock. You run your thumb over his tip making Leon's breath hitch. You let your tongue slide along his shaft tracing the veins on it. Slowly, you take in his dick in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while your hand stroked the lower shaft. You licked his tip and left kisses on it, teasing Leon. You speed up the pace leaving Leon breathless, throwing his head back.

"Faster..." Leon panted.

"I can't hear you, Leon. Speak up."

"Faster... please..." Leon says louder this time. you granted his request and start pumping him faster. His mouth is agape as he starts heaving heavily. It turned you on knowing that you could make the Leon Kennedy like this. The thoughts of you and him together were coming to life, and this was barely scratching the surface of all the things you've imagined.

"Fuck, I'm gonna... cum..." he said trying to desperately get out the words from his mouth. You moved even more swiftly this time until Leon came onto your hand and before he could even ride it out, you started stroking his still hard and now sensitive dick.

"Wha- what the fuck are y-you doing?" He hissed.

You don't reply. You just look at him in his eyes while you pick up the pace catching Leon off guard.

Leon whined, "Please..."

"Please what?" you responded.

"S-Stop..." He managed to say.

"And why would I do that? You seem to be enjoying it." you smirk as you stroked his dick faster and faster.

Leon started to tremble a bit and his cock twitched in your hand. He groaned at how you were pumping his overstimulated cock, continuously moaning, filling up the room with his whines and groans. He was begging to you to stop but you didn't. You didn't stop until he came again. And when he did, you finally let him ride his climax down.

Once he settled down, he looked at you menacingly and you thought to yourself, if eyes could kill, you'd definitely be dead by now.

"Stand up. You think I'd let that shit slide?" he said as he heaved. You stood up as Leon grabbed you and turned you around, your back facing his. He pulled you closer, one arm wrapped around your torso while the other snaked its way down to your core. His hand unbuttoned your shirt, slid its way into your bra, and fondled with your boobs, leaving a moan escape your mouth. His other hand moved in tight circles around your clit, doubling the pleasure you were feeling at that moment. Leon pulled your skirt up and pulled your soaked panties down. He slipped his dick inbetween your thighs just right at the surface of your cunt. He thrusted back and forth making sure his dick isn't in you on purpose. He was teasing you and you were starting to become needy.

"Leon... put it in me..." you tried pleading with him.

"Beg for it." He responded, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued moving his dick through the folds of your slick cunt. "Please Leon... I need you in me." Hearing you beg for him, he gave into it and rammed his dick in your cunt leaving you and him gasping at the sudden movement.

"Leon what the fuck?!" you screamed. "I gave you what you wanted didn't I? Ungrateful bitch..." Although Leon was cussing you out, you didn't feel any sort of hatred or resentment towards him. In fact, it turned you on even more and Leon was catching up to it.

"You like it when I call you a bitch huh?" he asked as his hand moved from your boobs to your jaw, squeezing it.

He moved closer to your ear and whispered, "Or would you prefer if I called you a slut instead? Would you like that?" You nod your head in response.

"My, my, what a dirty little slut you are... I can't wait to fuck you like one." He said as he lets go of his grip on your jaw.

"I'll be your slut and yours only... Use me however you like. I'm at your disposal Leon." You said breathelessly.

"Oh I'll never dispose you. I'll make sure I fill you up with my cum like the fucking slut you are. So shut the fuck up and take it." Leon whispered as he started pounding hard into you leaving you in shambles. Whatever mess you left Leon in a while ago, you were now twice the mess he was.

Leon was fucking you in every spot you thought nobody could even fucking reach. He placed his hands on your hips and gripped it tightly as he pounded his cock deep into you. You were panting, breathing heavy, moaning, whining, all of the above.

"Good girl... You really are taking it like a slut. So fucking good for me."

Your walls tighten around Leon's cock, milking him off everything he had in him. You scream, "Le-Leon! F-Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

"That's right cum for me, princess." You came screaming his name but he didn't stop. "Leon! S-Stop please..." You begged.

"Why would I stop? I haven't even came yet." He said with a smirk plastered on his face. All your pleading went in his ear and out the other. He continued ramming into you while your eyes welled up with tears from the feelings of pleasure derived from pain. As much as it hurt, you didn't want it to stop either. Leon quickened his thrusts and grunted as he came, feeling his hot cum fill you.

"Take all that in." he moaned into your ear. As he was filling you with his seed, tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation. Leon pulled out and made you face him.

"Don't cry princess, isn't this what you wanted?" Leon said as he kissed the tears off your face. Trails of kisses from your cheeks led to your lips and the both of you share a long and passionate kiss before pulling away and fixing each other's clothes.

Maybe overtime wasn't so bad after all.

[thefallenangelsgang]

Fuck it, I'm throwing my hat on the ring about the Emil announcing Nate from Fallout 4 is the bystander Soldier in the Fallout 1 opener.

First and foremost, it was a stupid thing to say. As he backtracks to later, the conceit of Fallout's protags is they are supposed to be anyone (and that issue is precisely why some people hate the extensive prewar character background given to you in Fallout 4). For the lead writer to pull a JK Rowling (why would you do that? None of those went over well) is such a major marketing misstep that it wouldn't surprise me if Emil gets reprimanded for it before we even get into the implication of what he said.

Emil your voice is as good as God when it comes to the canon. You can't just say shit like that and expect it to go well. Especially considering the implications.

Speaking of the implications, I'm not mad about Nate being a war criminal. It's a coloring I actually would welcome if the games discussed concepts like Capitalism, Racism, and War in any meaningful way anymore. And if Emil also didn't say this.

Fallout's canon is rooted in reality. That is part of its whole thing. It's fun to do goofy shit like becoming the Silver Shroud and having a make believe superhero fight with the Mechanist or write a woman obsessed with Nuka Cola so much she traverses two games to basically kidnap the CEO's cryogenically preserved head so she can talk to him for all eternity, but the setting is very much rooted in reality.

You aren't dealing with fictional countries, you aren't dealing with fictional races, you aren't dealing with fictional hypotheticals. That is The Elder Scrolls job. You are dealing with actual countries, actual racism, actual history, and actual fucking politics. You have to be mindful of what you are doing and saying. You can't just do things because it's an interesting plot device without first thinking about the implications.

Fallout's world is a heightened version of our own, a path we seem to stumble towards with ever passing year unless we do something about it. It fucking sucks. I'm sure writing it feels like prophesizing the future and eats your soul a bit. It would mine. But that doesn't mean Fallout can just take a sharp left in terms of story and reality and get away with it.

To have Nate be the bystander Soldier and then meet him when he has a very good thing going for him (an expensive house during an inflation crisis, a robot butler, he gets into a vault for free for fucks sake) very much speaks to life rewarding him for his crimes. There is no hatred in his words when he looks at the flag of the country that made him kill innocents. His speech is speaks of remorse for leaving his family and the cycle of war, it does not speak of the horrors. Of watching you comrades bleed out in the Anchorage snow. Of the scream of shells overhead. Of the fear in civilians eyes as your buddy puts a bullet between them.

You all have to see how it looks like the man is fine with what he had to do during the war, right?

Not interacting with these concepts enough paints a picture of apathy and acceptance. In this day and age where being keeping the government honest and responsible for their actions is so important, that isn't going to slide without it being EXTREMELY purposeful, which it is not. It's tone deaf and lazy.

I respect a lot of what Emil has done in the past, but I am not above keeping him culpable when he has something so delicate in his hands. I hope this situation is what he needed to get his head on straight, or is the light bulb moment where he realizes he needs to pass the torch onwards. There is no shame in subject matter becoming too much as time goes on. There is shame in letting a previously critical series become the very thing it was criticizing.

He is going to keep getting dragged until he realizes that or he manages to convince the fans to be complicit in the degradation of setting. In doing so he is going to lose Bethesda most of its biggest fans who well and truly love the series and what it stands for.

But that's just my take, and I'm just a kid who studies polisci and history and can't shield myself from the inherent horror of nuclear war no matter how much I try.

War really never changes

[teatitty]

In my own Transformers AU's where they land on Earth I really like to play around with the idea of everyone gunning for the final working space bridge in their alt modes and they all get caught up in it Going Wrong so they get stuck on earth unable to transform for a while because of low energy [alt modes being their 'battery saver mode' essentially], scattered all over the place in different countries. Just committing completely to the "robots in disguise" bit of it

Sunstreaker gets picked up by some hollywood dudes to be used as a stunt car and quickly gets a reputation for being a 'cursed object on set' because the car is always moving, has a habit of being "hard to control" for drivers and sometimes revs a little too loudly comfort but on the flipside almost always comes away from said car stunts completely fine with everyone else in tact

Ironhide gets picked up by a single parent juggling 4 kids of varying ages in Thailand and starts off hating every second of it but grudgingly comes to care for this little family just trying to get by with what they can

Arcee ends up with Jem and the Holograms because you know I gotta have that in here, Jemcee is everything. She's also one of the first formers to get her energon back up bc of the synergy tech [which is based on cybertron tech but nobody knows that yet]

Optimus is a young woman's first truck in Australia and he is Stressed The Hell Out about keeping her safe she is his daughter now holy shit he wasn't prepared for this!!! He hates her boyfriend not because the boyfriend is an asshole but because he finds the guy super annoying. Boyfriend left empty takeout trash in his seats one time and has been on his list for life ever since. The boyfriend thinks Optimus is a cursed truck but the young lady scoffs and rolls her eyes because her truck has never caused problems for her

Bumblebee is involved in some Herbie levels of shenanigans probably. Touring all over Europe. Elita-1 is being used by heavy leather bikers and the rescue bots [including our medbots!!!] are of course in their respective fields all over the globe, always somehow getting to where they need to be perfectly timed regardless of conditions and saving many many lives

NASA and other such space places are def fully aware of the robot aliens. They're probably housing a few of them in secret wholesale lying to the government about it lol [space science people are the good guys of course they just wanna help and geek out]

I have no idea how they would all end up banding back together again I just want them to be living that superhero double-life and dealing with the horrors of timezone differences and spotty connections. The inherent hilarity of Starscream tryna talk shit to Megatron on a video call but he keeps cutting out and freezing

[newnlovesjennie]

one piece au where literally nothing went wrong everyone is alive and happy hc's

nami

belle mere is still alive obvi

the attack on her island was less of an attack and more of like a alliance? like the fishman pirates pulled up and were like hey we need a hideout can we pls use ur island. and they were like yeah offer us protection and in turn u can use our island! no violence no blood nothing!!

in this au fisher tiger is still alive and the fishman pirates are still what he envisioned before his death, so he’s the captain, not arlong

speaking of arlong he’s like hella toned down. he got the jinbei affect in the sense that koala changed him and showed him humans aren’t all bad. yeah sure he’s more radical and unhinged than the other pirates but he’s just like the weird conservative uncle you tolerate at thanksgiving not a real threat

hachi and nami bonding!!!

nami never develops an obsession with money, she gets to put her full effort into map making and exploring that talent

she makes maps for the fishman pirates completely out of her own free will

she joins the movement for fishman human equality woohoo!!!

yeah in this au that movement actually gets taken seriously instead of played off and the fishmen actually make progress in equality 

koala visits sometimes! koala and nami bonding time!!!

law

doflamingo is toned down like 1000% in this au he’s not a family killer in this one he’s just odd

like seriously idk how the logistics would work but maybe somehow after the whole “doffys family becomes human” thing the humans don’t persecute him? so in turn he just kinda is pretentious and misses being rich instead of holding a particular grudge against humanity?

either way he’s also just the weird conservative uncle you see at thanksgiving 

corazon is number one dad ever did he offer law henny for his 8th birthday yes does he know how to do laundry or cook not at all but he is trying his best!

LAW BABY FIVE AND BUFFALO AS COUSINS. PLEASE!!!! dellinger too maybe idk if he’s a kid or not tho

the executives like trebol diamante whatever the fuck also aren’t as evil either they just tryna do their own thing yk just black market deal in peace but no unnecessary killing 

donquixote family stays pirates instead of going and trying to take a whole kingdom (took a shit ton of convincing for doffy to accept that)

the whole pirate warlord thing gives doffy enough prestige he don’t need to be a king necessarily 

law eats the op op fruit, doffy tries to get him to make him immortal, corazon slaps him, doffy changes his mind

(i am taking so many liberties in this au omg)

zoro

kuina didn’t fucking fall down a flight of stairs!! yippee!!!

their whole competition abt who will be the greatest swordsman is still on

they venture outside the dojo and become pirates

both bounty hunters maybe

kuina is so so gay

hear me out…. kuina x tashigi? LET ME COOK

yeah zoros just there

they find their way to mihawks island without the whole kuma blasting zoro to a random island thing

they beg mihawk to train them but he’s like wtf get out of my house but they show potential and he’s like ok fine ill train y’all 

persona is also there bc i said so FUCK MORIA ALL MY HOMIES HATE MORIA she left him and somehow ended up with mihawk he also let her stay for some reason (he needs to stop adopting kids)

hear me out…. perona x kuina? or at the very least they become besties

once again zoro is just there

robin

olvia and saul are still alive

all of her island is still alive, don’t ask why the world government is ok with that they just are shhhh shhhhh 

robin grows up an archeologist but decides she needs to find the poneglyphs and discover the truth of the world

so she becomes a pirate and joins baroque works, led by crocodile

he respects her (WHAT) doesn’t try to kill her (WHAT) and they actually have a fun friendship a friendly lil boss secretary relationship its adorable

she helps crocodile get with doffy because god knows he couldn’t do it himself

ok if this is how this au is going robins gotta be besties with bon clay come on. mr three hello?? 

[sherwees]

yin ٭ yang (intentional undercase)

- based off of uglies, supernatural events, dubcon, marijuana usage, high n’ fly intercourse, a character almost overdoses and throws up all over themselves and it's pretty nasty, said character's almost od is mentioned multiple times, is this considered slow burn?

– p.s : mind you, over the course of five months so much shit and stuff happened within these months so I kinda lost my writing touch.. I felt bad for just creeping around and never really posting much so I decided to conjure the motivation to finish this within like 5 hours..

@teasteeper heavy anticipator for this..

as always, you look outside to the bustling city of nykaura, where you wished you were.

you belonged there, you swore you did. 

fiddling with the metal hoop around your pointer finger, you looked back to the tallest skyscraper of them all with those weird ridges.. right in the heart of nykaura. it reminded you of the worn out chrysler tower from the rysuries but taller. now, most of the towers that remained there are gone, ruined and abandoned. the chrysler, in fact, holds itself at a tilt and there was a belief that was probably only believed by you that it's only held only by the thin trellises that wrapped up and around it.

you laid back on the bed with a huff but then raised your hand to eye the ring again. you were contemplating, but you weren't sure about what. “interface..” you paused, still unsure. “um— I'm going to bed..” placing your hand on the window sill, it took a little too long for your liking until there was the little soft chime and the familiar dimming of the white lights to a deep lavender that made you breathe.

you didn't realize you were holding your breath.

before you knew it, the window was already unlatched and you were going out and climbing onto the fire escape. you knew where you were going, at this point. 

you had these outbursts where you would just want to breathe. you weren't a nykaurian or even privileged enough to be one. “shit–” you grunted. your foot slipped to the slick concrete and you tried to catch yourself by latching onto one of the stairs’ curlicues but you fell flat on your back. it just rained dumbass, the harsh reminder mocked you as you tried to brush off the pebbles, dirt and etc. off your ass.

a normal nykaurian wouldn't do this, only someone that'll sneak in until they fit in. that's what you did, that's what nana did and you were just following the lead now; since she was successful. after 3 years, she finally managed to get a boyfriend from there; he's rich, yadda yadda supports her, treats her well yadda yadda. 

there was something you hated about the holographic barrier between the rysuries and the nelves, it's like the government was taunting you like “we destroyed your house for the hundredth time within a century and now not only did your ancestors have to live by our rule— guess what… you have to too!” the debris that flew around the area around the bubble that surrounded the dead environment made you nauseous but gave you a sense of a weird nostalgia.

you looked back to your possibly temporary— home, the nelves were just dark.. brown buildings, tired yellow-orangish street lights and shabby, worn palisades and fences; you hopped over another one. 

the bass of electronic music grew closer, you then were shaken to the core by a gust of wind. light didn't really exist in the alley ways of nykaura, it was the metallic barrel fires lit up alongside the corners of the walls that illuminated the alleyway enough to see what's within 3 yards in front of you. but there was only some that you'll notice every once in a while so you were just navigating from memorization.

the conforces didn't even bother with who lingered here anymore. it just smelt of burnt vinery, sewage and gasoline; the closest thing to natural that the world had now.

“you.” the voice bellowed from your left peripheral, you tried to ignore the dark corner the voice came from. it took you to have a lash of curiosity to finally turn and meet eyes with a satisfactory brown haired male, about your age and a big contrast to the hobo or conforce you imagined.

your lips moved but nothing came out.

“you're sneaking.. where?”

“I'm not.”

“you don't look like a nykauri–”

“you don't look like one either.” you spat back before he could even finish, you now fully turned to the mischievously grinning male; your fingers digging into your palm. you would– punch him, knock some sense to him but there was obviously a strength advantage.

you noticed the little gap in between his two front teeth, so your statement was true; he wasn't perfect aka nykaurian. but the gap wasn't that visible, so you were probably weirdly staring.. so stop it.

he exhaled loudly before crossing his arms and adding a little more lean to his stature on the stone corner, his dahlia piercings gleamed in the moonlight. fuck, why was he hot?

“you're not sneaking to a party, are you?”

“just tell me if you're a conforce and take me back home.”

“I'm not, just curious..”

“well, leave me alone.” you shrugged with annoyance before continuing your journey by hopping over the fence that's been in the way the whole time. but he followed. “what!—heave— what the fuck do you even want?!” you shoved him with all your strength and it just left you breathless, embarassingly.

“whatever you wanna do, just do it now because we're completely fucking alone and I'm vulnerable and you're the bigger person, obviously!” you looked him up and down to prove your point but his expression remained totally still and unbothered by your dramatic outburst. his eyes gleamed into yours; still continuing their relentless search of your weakest points.

“well, what if I just wanted a friend?” the weirdos' round orbs lowered as he queried the comment with a lazy smirk, his hands sliding to his pockets. he started to blink slower to allure you or attempt to because it was— wasn't working.

it wasn't, you conceded mentally. 

“then you're not getting one, fucking creep.” you made sure to mutter the last part right after you turned, what if his intentions were sour. tugging on your coat, you tried.. you really tried to not look back. you faltered and glanced a teensy bit back but as half–expected, he wasn't there.. you kinda wished that he was following you. you thought you were lost once you found yourself cutting into another labyrinth of alleys and fence hoppings until you noticed the familiar blinking neon sign of a doodled cat. 

you made it to the tritus plaza. 

nana's candle shop was right under her apartment, you had the key in your now clammy palms. as you struggled with the lock, you wondered why she would trust you enough to even lend you a key.

after 10 minutes of yanking, kicking, slapping and seemingly trespassing to a passerby's eyes, the door opened and you were met with a nauseam of sweet aromas. you’re used to it, it'll just combine into the main smell of vanilla with a mix of lavender weeds and a hint of spearmint and usual jean paul gaultier cologne that made your senses sting once you were inside for more than 20 seconds.

you could tell that she was gone based off the faint glow from her curved staircase to her room, you were hoping that she'll help you find an outfit.

her room was a mess, per usual. her white vanity was left on with scattered lipsticks, mascaras and eyeliners. coming closer, you cringed once you noticed that some of them were open on the pristine desk along two lipsticks and a mascara wand on her white fuzzy swivel chair.

ignoring the catastrophe, you looked at the array of 6 flamboyant dresses laid on her bed; the middle one missing. the neon sequins on the two dresses towards the end made your skin itch and the two beside you weren't really that bad.. after minutes of contemplating, you decided to just go with the horribly neon pink and orange romper-like dress. it was pretty, stand out.. but it was kinda cute and the only one that wasn't too tight. the orange and pink spandex bell flares paid off the horrid outfit but the tight ass orange romper went up your ass a bit and you swore that the tux belt was wrapped right around your lungs.

swish swish..

what was that? you walked around in a circle like a dog chasing its tail until you noticed that you now possessed a neon pink trail on skirt that followed right behind you and tickled the top of your calves. whatever.

once you got outside, it was cooler than before. maybe it was a fact that your pajamas had actual thick, cozy fabric; rather than latex that sticks to every crevice of your body like gorilla glue. every shiver wracked through your body with every step you took towards the center of the city, something inside you wanted to see the man again. it was just something about him that–

“so you were going to a party?” you yelped and nearly fell, he was right beside you. he still wasn't wearing anything showy; just the same jeans, black sweatshirt with a baggy white under shirt.

“yeah, guess so..” you conceded, looking at the corner of his lips before inching to his eyes. he gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder, “you're so solemn for a girl who wants a friend..” was he reading your mind or something?

“yeah I am.” you paused your journey, petrified.

“YOU'RE READING MY MIND??” you thought and said simultaneously. “yeah and you could read mine.” the weirdo thought and smirked before nudging your shoulder. “um I-I–” you clasped your hands together before popping your lip in to bite and spinning on your heel.

“how about I start us off.. my names hendery and—” whatever else he said drowned out, you were in your head again. why was he doing this? what's the point of all this? you both turned around a corner and you swore that you felt his finger feather yours. you didn't realize how close you were to him, a heat rose up your neck. but how did he know the way to belle's house?

“I just know, sweetheart..” hendery teased before grasping belle's iron swirly handrail and disappearing around another corner and up her staircase. you tried to match the pace of hendery's longer strides but they faltered once you saw jaemin stepping backward towards the ledge of the roof. 

the fizzy neon pink champagne in the bedazzled flute swayed with his uncoordinated steps. jaemin laughed and laughed until his foot bumped the edge and he just fell..

you stood there on the back porch, flabbergasted and watched him fall a couple stories down and just waited to hear the god awful splat of his body against the concrete. from the corner of your eye, you could see his friends and even some partygoers from a window just snickering, laughing and pointing at him but to your surprise, he bounced back up comically with a protective bubble around him.

the strobing lights that lit brighter and dimmed to the constant changes of amplitude in the song.. just to make it absolutely more draining, the lights matched the beat of it and the song was gangnam style. nana always recommended it for some reason, she said that it felt nostalgic and about how she felt like she was a kid again but her home was destroyed as a kid so what nostalgia was there?

it made you sick, everyone looked alike; same nose job, same doe eyes. the only thing that gave them some sort of diversity was their tones and hues of eyeshadow or how they swiveled or dotted their highlighter.

but— where's hendery?

“hendery!” you shoved another person's shoulder, they glanced at you and mumbled a curse.

he was just gone, no matter where east and west, high and low you scavenged.. he was just gone. it's been about 20 minutes and he was a big contrast with more.. dark.. sluggish.. weird.. outfit choice so he couldn't have been that difficult to find. your boots were killing you, the wedge of it tapped against the sore heel of your foot as you paced through another hallway. peeking past another greek–like pillar, there was a room that wasn't really considered a room because windows replaced the walls.

now holding onto the pillar and inching slowly into the room, you winced as your ears rang for an unnaturally long time. there was only silence besides that but it was broken by the squeaking of your outfit. something else that accompanied you was the set fog engulfing the other end of the hall, like a cliche way of alluring the protagonist into certain death. your teeth gnawed on a dry leaf of skin until it tore and stung, the taste of blood getting prominent by the second until your senses were swept but the deathly smell of marijuana.

there was a glimpse of orange hair, you peeked around the corner and got another glimpse of some stilettos; the expensive looking ones with the skull at the tip, the ones the cousins from breaking bad had. it was nana's boyfriend, yangyang.. you cringed.

you kinda hated him, he was unbearably bad; a double entendre but leaning towards the troublemaker mean. he was deemed a qualifier for the criminal title; vandalism, battery, fraud, conspiracy, disorderly conduct, bribery, burglary, disturbing the peace, counterfeiting, forgery, extortion, public intoxication, theft, obstruction of justice and now drug possession.

you peaked in a little more since he didn't notice yet, he was cackling with someone; his fangs on display. also, there was a throaty laugh that weirdly familiarized with you.. peeking a bit more, there goes the leather boots.

drug possession with... hendery.

you should've gone to law school, but you weren't a nykaurian.. the nelvian's weren't really considered as citizens. they were just morsels of a real human— a nykaurian and there's some nelvian's that tried to over-achieve and go beyond, and just fell out. they were all coincidentally just horrible people in the end. every "rebel" ran away and their families; if they weren't wiped out from the extirpate, their relatives would deny ever knowing them and— before your thoughts could trail off further, there was a thud—yangyang had slid face first on the ground.

hendery giggled before taking another inhale of his badly rolled spliff, he bent down a bit to shake yangyang's shoulder but he didn't really budge; he was obviously still alive. “I didn't know you were that hungry–” hendery slurred the tease before looking up at you. his eyes were an ugly red at his waterline, the lights made the bags under his eyes– that you now noticed, stand out.

“hey! I knew you were there, I heard you..” his dog-tired eyes squinted at you as he pointed his finger at you, quite accusingly. his hand was shaking slightly from the adrenaline and drugs that ran through his system; he couldn't handle it.

“you're stupid to believe that–” he was still teasing but there was a hint of reality in his claim. you were going to retort but yangyang suddenly heaved whilst clutching his stomach. his hand clawed into his ugly velvet turquoise monstrosity of a tuxedo as he coughed before laughing again; hendery joined. but it was only for a moment until he went into a violent coughing fit—you could even feel your own throat becoming sore— and he rolled over onto his back.

you still stood in the doorway, hendery paid no mind to it– of course, he was fucking high. yangyang's eyes with wide with some sort of terror but the crinkle of the side of his eyes made you think that he found this amusing or thrilling..

his chest heaved and his throat constricted; your mind was between throwing up or suffocating on his own puke until he actually retched.

and when I say retched, I mean retched.

bits of whatever the fuck he ate jumped on his face and on his neck– you stood there like an idiot; petrified to the fucking core. hendery's laughter tantalized you. your feet wouldn't move, your hands clenched and unclenched like you wanted to do something but you wouldn't move.. you couldn't.

he was choking on his own puke.

“hendery–” you fell to your knees beside yangyang, simultaneously, anchoring his limp head on your shoulder. you tensed at the feeling of his warm vomit sliding down your shoulder.  he heaved and coughed, you stilled in fear that he'll do another round but his body relaxed to your relief. 

he wasn't as light as you thought, he was lanky but he was still heavy enough to make you hunch. from the corner of your eye, yangyang's mouth was agape; his jaw unhinged loosely. looking closely, you gagged. a dandelion–yellow froth pooled in his mouth practically threatening to overflow onto your suspender strap, again. it was already enough that you could feel the warmth of the remnants pressing into your back and sinking into the orange cotton with each step and the bits pressing onto your spandex flares. 

you heard moderate footsteps, coming behind you from the room and it had to be hendery. to taunt you or.. to help you– yes, to help you. 

the weight dispersed from your shoulders— not just yangyang but the guilt; both were passed on to hendery. his eyes were heavy with it but the high was still there absolutely. his steps echoed through the halls like loud thumps— like he wasn't trying to fall face first from the bass rattling the hardwood floor or was he on the brink of overdosing soon. 

hendery had that same comically dead look too— jaw unhinged, mouth agape, eyes droopy like a basset hound. what were they even given, for fucks sake? what if someone slid a bit of fentanyl into their shit because of a shit deal that yangyang made 3 years ago? what if hendery messed with the wrong girl or— 

THUMP—

hendery fell and there was an exasperating weight on your left shoulder then—

SPLAT–

hendery’s lanky body splayed on the other cream wall. his latter was face first again and you pulled him up and shit— you muttered and thought at the same time. it was splattered across his face and you nearly pondered about leaving them here everyone would care about yangyang but not hendery— nykaurian and nelve. but one was a downright nykaurian so would it be different? or would he get the benefit of the doubt, just for being rich.

this is what you get for trying to fit in again. last month, your bikini got sucked up by a vacuum and you cried. it wasn't worth crying for but finding your tube top, half hanging out of a rumba was pretty agitating for a naked hungover woman in a room with unconscious male strippers in officer get-ups. now, you were dragging almost 130 pounds with both arms. thankfully, everyone was down stairs or on the balcony doing whatever the fuck or maybe some are bouncing in a bubble like jaemin. 

it was awful. 

sitting between two boys like an idiot. 

yangyang was slumped to the side; you didn't want to even bother to move his feet, just in case he would go flat on his back again and die under your supervision. hendery's body swayed too much so now his head was in your lap and mid-thought, a ruddy hand slid up your leg. it was weirdly warm but nowhere near clammy, it was pale and for sure, hendery’s.

his head slid up to your shoulder and he murmured something incoherent against your neck before his eyes fluttered shut. obviously, you thought he fell asleep again because of how his head lowered and leaned towards your awkwardly sweaty collar bone; but he kissed it. his pecks were gradually placed along the skin, you were absolutely terrorized. 

“hendery, you're high..” you tried pushing him up by his forehead, your shoulder jutting inward with every moment his weight leaned on you. hendery looked up at you with childish delight, that fuckass glint in his red eyes and that usual quirk to the corner of his lips. 

“high enough to fuck.” hendery concluded in a slur and grabbed your calf, swinging your right leg over to his right side. it was absolutely embarrassing as he tried to hoist you to straddle him but it worked out in the end. goosebumps rose and lingered where hendery's hands did. “the jumpsuit,” he looked up at you, his eyes gleaming like you were gold but to a california gold rush miner's eyes. “romper.” you got him back for interrupting you earlier and he let out that same squeaky laugh and purred, “I don't care, I want it off.”

hypothetically, you couldn't take it off because if yangyang suddenly arose from the ‘high dead’ then you would be running out, naked like the bikini-rumba incident. you still had his dried sick on you so it'll be reasonable to do so. a pleasurable tremor spread through your loins, your core clenched; the pad of hendery's thumb had pressed onto your clothed clit. the friction of the latex and the nylon of your panties aided hendery as his thumb rolled lazily over the bud, there was a stirring but it wasn't enough to bring you the high you wanted.

“that look–” what look? “THAT look.” he repeated feebly, oh.. yeah. in an attempt to read his mind back, you couldn't. it was just fuzzy and it made your skin crawl with another row of goosebumps. your eyelashes fluttered back at him again and his heart soared to the ceiling.

“you're stunning..” his hands engulfed your face and you whined, not from the initial contact but because the thumb that was at your swelling bud was now joined with the other; uncomfortably massaging your own eye bags. 

yours were caused from the hours you had to work to design and create billboard and city display advertisements for nykaurian pretty parties, restaurants, plastic surgeries to switch the nel in ‘nelve’ to new; your stomach crawled since you couldn't cringe at the moment. but hendery's were more prominent, probably from the hours of smoking, drugs, taking a toll on him in his early twenties. 

“I don't only do drugs, babe.. you know me!” he whined playfully but his eyebrows had an offended furrow. “I only do the natural shit—cough–either way..” he slid your thick strap to the edge of your shoulder then popped it back, you hissed and giggled at the thrilling sting. 

“you'll love me either way, won't you?” a knowing grin slid onto his face and everything he said after that was blurred. his thumb slid past your gusset’s outline and compressed your clit before ministrating teasing—borderline—agonizing circles. hendery pressed his thumb against your lips; your whimpers muffled into hushed whines as you felt his large hand moved to knead your ass. 

“prettiest thing i've ever seen..” hendery murmured. his eyes locked, mesmerized by the wetness forming on your panties’ crotch. your body tensed once you heard the familiar struggling of a belt and the slide of the leather through his jean loops. 

the sensuality was there.. until the orange hairball shuffled.

yangyang had obviously fallen back to sleep once he continued snoring, his body half off the muted lawson. hendery’s eyes flicked between your startled expression and a bit at your swollen lips and yangyang who snored softly. he read your discomfort through your face and obviously, your mind. he tried to diffuse the situation, “make it a threesome?” he dared you, a wicked glint in his eye.

it surely didn’t calm you down because you swore that when he whispered those four words, your knees almost buckled. well, someone fresh from an almost- od wouldn’t be up for a threesome but do drugs and alcohol enhance your nerves enough to be up and ready for a threesome? what even made you contemplate that. you freak.

shaking your head, hendery shrugged. it didn’t matter if yangyang witnessed the ordeal or not, it wasn’t like he was his friend; just an acquaintance, someone to be there for the moment. taking your distraction to yangyang as an advantage, his hand slipped from your ass to his cold zipper. 

he wouldn’t miss this moment for the world.

“fuck,” hendery thought and said simultaneously, he pulled back your panties to glimpse at your wetness. he swore that all the blood rushed right to his cock because he wasn’t thinking straight at all- from the second he grasped the base of his throbbing-nearly-exploding cock and once he heard your tiny mewl as he watched your slick folds engulf his cock. 

hendery bit his lip. maybe to conceal a moan but it was definitely a cry, you were- just taking it so well. it was like you were fit and trained to accommodate his cock or something- words couldn’t describe how fucking amazing you felt. “shit shit- don’t move” hendery strangled out, his hands preparing to grip your hips if you even budged. you seemed befuddled, your pupils dilated as you acknowledged the fact that you had a fucking cock inside of you.

“oh, hendery..” your eyes rolled shut, your hands splayed and braced on his thighs. managing just to lift yourself up near the tip of his cock was even difficult and being met with a pair of hazy irises and reddened scleras didn’t provide you the reprieve you needed. your slick slipped down to his base like a waterfall; his own pre-release caked up within her folds. 

hendery brought his calloused hand to the back of your neck, his head tilting once you willingly caught yourselves into a fervent kiss. his right bicep tensed as hendery finally wrapped his palm around your hip, keeping a steady rhythm. dazed too, you laid your head in the crane of his neck; the soft hums, groans and breaths that he took nearly lulled you to slumber.

his face was screwed up, he was taking it too slow for his liking but it was enough for now. his limbs were weak– he was just tired of everything but there was nothing to really be tired of so it was frustrating that he was just spiraling out of control over nothing. he just hated not being able to find the key to his problems; just not being in control spited him. 

maybe you were the control he needed so bad. but his mind disagreed, he wanted to get you over with. his hand roamed up and down your side before finding refuge at your hip again to fasten the pace a bit, you obliged immediately. “you’re.. fuck–” he breathed, looking down at your folds swallowing his cock and popping out with a bit more of sheen. with your stiff thighs quaking with every roll of your hips, he knew that you were close.

with that, hendery’s thrusts quickened to the point where he was pounding into you. you were left utterly speechless, your jaw went slack and you couldn’t do anything but stare at him wide-eyed like a fool. “hen-” the stirring in your abs finally unfurled, your legs shaking sporadically. your series of moans muffled from you baring your dorsal with your teeth and coincidentally, yangyang stirred for longer than usual and while he did so, hendery had pulled you by your wrist.

“hendery!” you mouthed it but it turned into a groan once he pinched your inner thigh, that aggravating whimsical expression from earlier plastered on his face once again. suspiciously, yangyang’s body was fully faced towards you two; specifically towards you.

“you’re so scary.. great first impression, hmm?” hendery’s laugh nearly bordered into a guffaw and him fucking his seed into you, yet so slowly, kept you on edge of the slumbering male just a few inches from your intertwined bodies. after looking around for another distraction or just a comeback to his joke, you found it and conveyed the conversation towards the red stitched slogan on his shirt. “welcome to the darkside?” it was a meek whisper but it still held its intentional play in it. 

“that’s so fucking corny.”

“but it’s true, welcome to the darkside.”

“whatever.” you tsked with a snort and a smile graced your lips. you pulled yourself off his cock and sighed at the loss and ugly feeling of his cock missing; kinda like it belonged there.. weirdly. once you got situated, your legs draped over hendery’s thigh and your head laid on a cushion positioned on yangyang’s thigh. hendery patted your thigh between intervals weakly like he got the best fuck of his life himself. 

the high of the moment dissipated slowly as you stared at the tv. the static lulling you to sleep, with aid of hendery’s soft babbling about nothing. it didn’t matter, it felt like nothing mattered with him.

staring up at yangyang, his breathing had changed like he was mocking the slower pattern of a sleeping person. for a minute, you scrutinized him and his rhythm stayed the same but something in your gut told you that he was aware. and as expected, hendery was too much in his own thoughts to realize your discovery. 

giggling to yourself lightly, you muttered “yangyang..” with a sly smile that rose at the corner of your lips. the male’s thigh tensing under your head, giving you the signal that he was. “fuck.” you breathed and let out a throaty laugh, so he heard and maybe peeped a look at everything.. didn’t he? well, duh.

yangyang’s head bobbed in a silent chuckle and he bit back his amusement. with a small flutter of his eyelashes, you finally got a glimpse of his warm brown irises that actually filled you with mirth.

“gosh– fuck you, yang.”

[ceasarslegion]

Ok you can't just tease gory roommate stories and then not share them! Pleeease tell us more!

I didn't answer this at first because I had to go back to dig up the photos to prove I am not fucking with you when I say how disgusting that place was

So how we ended up living together was that I had just graduated uni, toronto is too expensive so I couldn't stay there as much as I wanted to, and a federal government career opportunity in PEI fell through on the basis that I "didn't look enough like a minority" (which is a lot to unpack but let's just move on, if anyone wants that story send another ask my way lmao). So all this in mind, I had to grab all my stuff and fuck off back to edmonton and take a paying-the-bills job for a while.

I also needed a place to live, so I called up a few of my friends in edmonton and asked if any of them needed a roommate because I was making minimum wage in a mall skincare store, I couldn't afford to live alone. This person responded and told me they needed a roommate to get out of the sketchy part of the city. Win-win.

Honestly, would've been better taking my chances on craigslist. This person single-handedly ruined the concept of roommates for me for the rest of my goddamn life.

When I say disgusting, I mean vile. I mean that the entire time I was there I had the one laundry card from our unit and she never once asked for it. I don't know where or when or how she was doing her laundry, but most of her clothes were strewn about randomly. She had 2 cats, and cleaned their litter boxes maybe once a month, never brushed them. Cat hair everywhere, the whole place reeked of cat piss, dirty litter got tracked across the whole house, and one time one of them barfed on the carpet and she didn't even touch it for weeks. I left it there as a test to see if she would actually clean up after her own animals if I didn't get fed up and do it for her, like I ALWAYS did with everything else.

Dirty dishes were left to rot, her definition of "cleaning" them was soaking them in their own filth overnight and then putting them back in the cupboard, no brush or sponge. Half the time the dishes were fucking coated in grease and mold that was just rinsed off. And every time that happened was when I didn't do them. She ended up getting a tabletop dishwasher at one point and was so fucking lazy that she couldn't even be assed to throw a dishwasher tab in there and hit the on button when it got full, just kept piling dishes up in the sink.

The floors were COVERED in untouched impulse bought shopping bags that she would set down and never pick up again. The fridge and cupboards were chock all of all her impulse bought food to the point where I had no space for my own. She just kept buying more and more of the same shit she already had and then getting pissed at ME when I told her to reorganize the fucking fridge so that I can EAT. Honestly this was where I started getting petty and just eating her food, because it would go fucking moldy and sit there and she wouldn't do shit about it if I didn't.

I was the only one who ever took out the garbage. I was the only one who cleaned the bathroom. Wait sorry, she did it ONCE, so I'm a hypocrite /s. The previous sentence was her logic and tactics for arguing whenever I asked them to clean up after themself. Multiple times I had to deal with their used pads because they couldn't be fucking assed to take out the bathroom trash.

And hey, when I said I was fine with her boyfriend coming over sometimes, I didn't say he could basically just move in, throw all HIS trash everywhere, and never move out. I don't think that motherfucker (who was more disgusting than her) ever slept at his own goddamn house for 6 straight months.

She smoked so much weed that I think she might be the first person to have a legitimate weed addiction, often INSIDE so we would get smoking complaints. She would howl like a BANSHEE into the early hours of the morning on ps online with her brother in a building with thin walls. She would hoard all the dishes in her room to rot to the point where half the time I didn't have bowls to eat out of, because they were molding in her room.

One time, she made soup. And then didn't clean the pot for multiple MONTHS. And when I told her to clean her disgusting pot her reaction was to put it on the floor. Do you think I'm a fucking dinosaur whose visual competence is based on movement? Do you think im fucking stupid?

This all came to a head on provincial election night of 2023. I was a campaign staffer for the NDP so obviously e-day was hectic for me. I left my apartment at 6am and didn't get back until past midnight scrambling to get last minute canvassing done and poll inspections and go to the results party. She knew this, it was her day off, she promised me she would clean up her mess

When I get home, what do I find?

Not only is the mess not touched, it is worse. "Dirty underwear in the hallway" worse. She spent all fucking day playing video games and smoking weed. And now I would have to clean it all up because she won't, she never did, not one time did she ever actually make good on her promises to clean up after herself, I did it EVERY. TIME.

Oh wait no, sometimes she would move bags into a corner, so I'm a hypocrite and I'm asking too much of a grown-ass adult who is OLDER than me and she has to walk on eggshells around me. I'm so cruel and terrible and a bad person whose hygiene expectations of not breathing in cat piss are impossible. Don't I know she has depression and works 6 days a week? I'm a bad terrible ableist piece of shit and if I don't like it I can just leave. Which is what she acted like when I got so pissed at that that I confronted her about it and told her to get her fucking act together and grow the fuck up and take some responsibility for the fucking pigstye she was making other people live in. And then the next morning I found a lovely note on the fridge calendar that said "[boyfriend] moves in soon <3" so she was just kicking me out. Because I told her to pick up her dirty fucking underwear. She also had the AUDACITY to tell me that I was being unreasonable and had impossible standards of hygiene and that "it literally doesn't affect you"

So I went "lmao bet" and then told my landlord I was taking that offer of his to break the lease. What she didn't know was that I was telling him all this shit just in case I would have to bail early and cover my ass with the rental board. And he agreed that she was so unreasonable that he drafted me up a written agreement that this was a special case and he would not charge me fines or slap a broken lease on my record on the grounds that my roommate made my situation unlivable and a hazard to my health and safety. I contacted my grandma to move into her basement for a while and a week later I fucked off, leaving her with the entire rent and all the utility bills. I think it's less than she deserved honestly, I want my fucking security deposit back. Although I was very petty and did a shit job of patching up and repainting the mounted tv holes in my bedroom wall so they could deal with that.

Here's the photos of what I lived in for 9 months:

Are you taking the fucking piss

Now I live alone and I'm never doing roommates again. The only people I am living with are either my life partner or I'm moving back in with family if I can't afford it. I'll pump gas in the ass end of nowhere Saskatchewan in my Nan and grandads trailer before I live in this again

[zuzsenpai]

personal post. sorry there's been so many lately. politics mention. verbal abuse mention

Wednesday was rough for A LOT of people, no doubt about it. I was upset and spent the day scrolling through tumblr and talking to friends, grasping at whatever positive messages I could find. A lot of those messages about surviving and living in spite of everything... they did help me. I didn't feel good by the end of the day, but I at least felt loved.

So my mom is 65 and has undiagnosed and unmedicated depression. She's retired and spends a lot of time trying to fill her life with exercise, loom weaving, bible study, book clubs, etc. But she's not a happy person by any means and I can't remember a time in my 36 years of life when she was upbeat or positive in any way. She had a tumultuous childhood filled with a lot of yelling and she had a few traumatic incidents as an adult that she's never gone to therapy for and never will. My mom and I have had pretty bad fights over the years about various things I won't get into, but things had been generally calm recently.

So anyway, on Wednesday evening my dad was out at a basketball game so my mom was alone. I went over there just to kind of be a presence in the house. It was fine for a while, until she brought up the election. She quickly became extremely distraught and started sobbing about how our current government will be overthrown and the US will be a dictatorship and there's nothing to live for. Which, okay. I get it. There are very real possibilities of that happening. But I wanted to try and calm her down. I told her some of the things I had been seeing all day about how they want us to be miserable and have no hope. There are still things to live for and we have to hold those things close. That if I decide to declare everything is over right here and now, then I would have to accept that the rest of my life is going to be miserable forever.

Well she wasn't having any of that. She was very clearly spiraling. I made the colossal mistake of telling her I thought she was catastrophizing and wanted her to calm down. The words came out of my mouth before I could think rationally about what I was saying. Because like... of all days for anyone to be allowed to be distraught and rightfully catastrophize things, Wednesday was it. I just hated seeing her so upset and I guess I wanted it to end.

Well she started screaming at me, which is her right, because I was a shithead. She asked if I thought she didn't have the right to be upset. I tried to apologize and say that of course she has a right to be upset. I just wanted to make it better somehow. She screamed at me to get out of the house. So I left.

I felt like I got my hand burned. I went home and cried until I fell asleep, because I hated how I treated her. It was not lost on me that I was treating her exactly how she's always treated me every time I got upset around her, over the course of my entire life. Instead of listening or being sympathetic, she would try to "fix" the problem, or tell me I'm just crying because I want sympathy, or tell me I'm overreacting. I was told I was overreacting A LOT as a kid and teen. I never got sympathy from her. Ever.

My dad texted me about something unrelated about an hour ago, asking me to pick something up at their house. This was the first time I'd spoken with either of them since that incident on Wednesday. I responded by saying I was concerned about coming over because I was worried mom was angry with me. He told me she's "over it", which... who knows if that's true. There are seemingly minor things I've said to her that she takes to heart and brings up for decades. So you'll have to excuse me if I don't believe she's "over it". Then my dad said:

"Remember she gets emotional then feels bad about it later. You just have to be careful about telling her not to be upset about something. Apparently that happened a lot when she was young."

Yeahhh..... so now I feel even more like shit, and like I said something she's going to take to heart forever. In hindsight, I should have been sympathetic. I know people in her childhood household yelled at each other a lot. I guess it's not a huge leap to think that she was verbally abused and told her emotions weren't valid. I just.... wish that cycle didn't continue from her to me... and apparently now from me back to her. I am notorious for having a hard time thinking before speaking. So uhhhhh I really need to do better.

[prettyseaveins]

Lover Boy, Lover Girl - R.R.

Ryan Ross x female!reader one shot

SFW / No warnings 

word count: 748

Summary: a small snippet into a random morning with Ryan Ross

“Ryan, did you hear what the fuck is going on with the government?” you asked, your body leaning against an arm of their shared couch as you held a cup of coffee. A look of disbelief was on your face as your boyfriend sat down beside you, letting his eyes fall on the screen you stared at. “This literally means that the government is gonna start controlling our brains or some shit because they want to block the media we consume—which is complete and utter bullshit! What the fuck? Does this mean I am no longer going to be able to sing about socialism and shit?”

“I think you’ll be able to sing about your idealistic world of anti-capitalism and love for me no matter what the government says,” he smiled comfortingly at you and let a hand rub your thigh soothingly. “This probably won’t even pass. Do you even hear how dumb they sound? She asked him if some dumb meme caused kids to become communists. I think we’ll be fine.”

“I guess you’re right, but also, who said I sang about loving you? For all you know, I could be singing about my love for Pedro Pascal or another celebrity crush that is ranking high on the list. Who knows, it could even be one of your friends from a different band. What was that bassist that took over Jon’s spot? Austin, was it? Or maybe his name was Antonio?” You put a finger up to your chin, tapping it as you faked your pondering. “Oh, I remember! Dallon is his name! Isn’t he a part of some big and famous band now? Supposedly even better than that band you used to be in?” Before you could utter another word, Ryan grabbed the coffee out of your hands and pushed his free hand into your side, starting to tickle you.

“You better plead for mercy,” he said, continuing to tickle you as you giggled and thrashed around. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You were right! All my songs are about you and not some stupidly gorgeous hunk!” Another fit of giggles and laughter left your lips as he continued to harass your side with wiggling fingers. “I said you were right! Please, have mercy on my soul!” After a couple more seconds of tickling, Ryan stopped and let you be free of the punishment.

“Thank you for admitting I was right,” he took a quick sip out of your mug, grimacing at the taste. “You put way too much creamer in here.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t for you, it was for me,” you sat up and grabbed the mug from him before taking a sip of your own coffee. “I could make you a cup if you want. One that has less sugar for your poor old soul.”

“You can’t be mean to me anymore. I have fingers of steel that could tickle you for eons to come,” he wiggled his fingers to try and prove just how serious he was, but it only resulted in a cringe from you.

“Okay, lover boy. I’m gonna make you a cup of coffee so I can hopefully get that image out of my head,” you stood up and started walking to the kitchen, setting down your own mug to start making Ryan’s. “And can you please change the channel? I would love to stop thinking about how the world is coming to an end for one second.”

“As you wish,” he picked up the remote and flicked it to a different channel, letting a random episode of Friends play as you made him coffee. “Make sure to use the mushroom house mug.”

“You mean the only mug you ever use? Technically, it isn’t even your mug, I’m the one that bought it,” you countered, finishing making his coffee before walking back to the living room and passing the mug to him. “I made sure to keep it extra disgusting.”

“Just because I like my coffee actually tasting like coffee doesn’t mean it’s disgusting. Also, I will forever be denying the fact that this was ever your mug. They are forever mine,” you rolled your eyes at his statement and grabbed your own mug, it coincidentally originally owned by your boyfriend, before taking your own sip.

“Whatever you say, nerd,” you giggled and let yourself sink next to Ryan, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, lover girl,” he said softly, peacefully watching the television with you.

~

A/N: I just wanted to create more ryan ross content so i wrote this lol. i’m gonna write more so drop suggestions if u want to ! thank you :)

[nopesjsgwhqgsx]

So I was thinking about this post, and this person is so right. In Canada there’s this smug air of superiority, even in school it’s there, that we’re better/more advanced and socially progressive than the US. Which is complete and utter bullshit. This is going to get long, so strap in I guess. The last residential school closed in 1996. That was 27 years and 4 months ago. Younger than my sister. As of May 21, there have been 35 short-term drinking water advisories placed in First Nations communities, and that’s excluding those in the British Columbia region. 63% of Indigenous women have experienced sexual assault in their lifetime and red dress day isn’t just for fun, missing and murdered indigenous women is a huge and ongoing issue that many people I’ve encountered scoff at. Because fundamentally, to many non-indigenous and Métis people I’ve encountered, it just doesn’t matter to them. And that’s a really big problem with Canada, we keep our evil under the rug and put on an air of superiority to keep the act together.

Police killed 69 people in 2022, the highest death toll in a single year to occur in Canada due to police brutality. And there’s been a 66.5% increase in deaths associated with police use of force from 2011 to 2022, with, you guessed it, a large percent of that statistic being black and indigenous people, despite only making up around 8.7% of the population (in 2022). It should also be noted that if you google police brutality in Canada, the first two results are on the rise in police brutality, the third is a CNN article on how Black Canadians have been battling systematic racism and police brutality for centuries. Which paints a pretty accurate picture of our lovely police force. But really, let’s talk about Chantel Moore as an example. In 2020, Chantel Moore was shot multiple times by an RCMP officer who had been called to her home for a wellness check, subsequently dying. Jeremy Son, the RCMP officer claimed that it was Moores own fault as she had been walking towards him holding a knife. According to the coroner, she had been shot twice in the chest, once in her abdomen and once in her left leg. Just to remind you, for allegedly walking towards the officer while holding a knife. It was also testified by a toxicologist that she would have been showing no serious signs of intoxication when this happened. And this might be the most important fact of all, and ties into the above issue of missing and murdered indigenous women, Moores ex-boyfriend called the wellness check for her because he had been receiving text messages by someone who seemed to be stalking Moore, the RCMP officer tapped on her window to wake her, because, according to him, she had been asleep on the couch, and that’s when she grabbed the knife and walked out onto her balcony, according to Sons testimony, she didn’t drop the knife when asked and he then shot her 4 times in rapid succession. Honestly discrimination against any non-white person in Canada is strong, my clearly indigenous mother gets followed by security guards in local grocery stores as if she’s a threat, even though she has done absolutely nothing to give anyone that impression except dare to have darker skin. The amount of people I’ve heard talk about how residential schools were actually good for the indigenous people because they “kept them from becoming drunks” is sickening and despite being hailed as a “diverse, multicultural, and inclusive nation” we have a long history of discrimination, especially towards Chinese Canadians, who, in a 2021 census, were found to be one of the largest ethnic groups in Canada, and millions of essays and articles and what have you’s could be written on the shit our Government has put them through. And discrimination against Arabic people is no joke in Canada, a 2021 survey found that Canadians are 10% more likely to claim that there are too many Arabic immigrants entering the country compared to immigrants in general.

All this to say, our political system was made by Colonizers and is deeply flawed, feeding a culture of hate towards anyone labeled “other”, this system relies on ignorance and secrecy, presenting itself as a good, positive and progressive force, and while I will admit that our charter is decent, we still aren’t superior and we never will be. Instead of harbouring pride for an event that happened over a century ago, let’s turn our eyes on parliament hill, and strike a match. Anyways this was a super quick skim over the surface of the fucked upness of Canada and I left a lot out, if anyone sees any misinformation, etc pls let me know! My sources are listed below.

https://www.canada.ca/en/immigration-refugees-citizenship/corporate/reports-statistics/research/racism-discrimination-migrant-workers-canada-evidence-literature.html

https://www.canada.ca/en/canadian-heritage/campaigns/asian-heritage-month/anti-asian-racism.html

[xtruss]

Opinion: Town Sums up the Delusions of the Right Wing

The embrace of the country star’s anti-city ‘modern lynching song’ by Republicans encapsulates their nostalgia and paranoia

— Arwa Mahdawi | July 20; 2023

‘Small towns are full of “good ol’ boys” who were “raised up right”. Cities, meanwhile, are hotbeds of violence … and diversity.’ Photograph: Wade Payne/Invision/AP

Jason Aldean is a country music star and a big fan of law and order. He loves the law so much, in fact, that he’s willing to take it into his own hands.

If you come to his (imaginary) small town and disrespect a cop or engage in any sort of protest, you will regret it.

Such is the theme of Aldean’s new song, Try That in a Small Town, which is all about how the singer and his pals will aggressively deal with unseemly behaviour on their turf. A sample extract: “Cuss out a cop, spit in his face … Well, try that in a small town / See how far ya make it down the road. / Around here, we take care of our own …”

A little later in the song Aldean elaborates further on what might happen if lines are crossed. “Got a gun that my grandad gave me / They say one day they’re gonna round up. / Well, that shit might fly in the city, good luck.” He is, it would appear, referencing a conspiracy theory that the government is going to confiscate Americans’ guns to impose martial law.

Try That in a Small Town was released in May but when the music video came out last Friday it generated immediate controversy. The video leaves little doubt as to what Aldean is trying to communicate: it intersperses footage of him singing in front of Maury county courthouse in Tennessee – the site of the lynching of a Black man, Henry Choate, in 1927 – with footage from protests, looting and civil unrest. Small towns are wholesome, the message is. Full of “good ol’ boys” who were “raised up right”. Cities, meanwhile, are hotbeds of violence … and diversity.

That last bit isn’t spelled out – it’s not like Aldean yells “I’m a massive racist!” in the middle of the track – but the dog whistles are difficult to ignore. The song has been called “a modern lynching song” by detractors and the video was pulled from Country Music Television (CMT) on Monday. (While CMT has confirmed the video was taken off rotation, it hasn’t put out a statement as to why.) Fellow country star Sheryl Crow has also voiced her disapproval. “There’s nothing small-town or American about promoting violence,” Crow tweeted on Tuesday. She further noted that Aldean should know better, “having survived a mass shooting”. Crow was referencing the shooting at Las Vegas’s Route 91 Harvest festival in 2017: the deadliest mass shooting by a lone shooter in modern US history. Aldean was performing and got out unscathed. He was lucky. Sixty people were killed and 867 injured. Those people weren’t killed and injured by a Black Lives Matter protester. They were killed by Stephen Paddock, an angry white man from Iowa.

Try That in a Small Town has generated a lot of criticism, but it also has fervent supporters. Including, of course, GOP lawmakers. “I am shocked by what I’m seeing in this country with people attempting to cancel this song and cancel Jason and his beliefs,” the South Dakota Republican governor, Kristi Noem, posted in a video on Twitter on Wednesday. The Tennessee house GOP leader, William Lamberth, similarly tweeted: “Loved this song since it was released and will continue to fight every day to spread small town values … Give it a listen. The woke mob will hate you for liking this song.” Sarah Huckabee Sanders, the governor of Arkansas, also didn’t miss the chance to stoke a little culture war. “The Left is now more concerned about Jason Aldean’s song calling out looters and criminals than they are about stopping looters and criminals,” she tweeted.

Aldean, for his part, is furious at insinuations there is anything racist in his song about shooting outsiders who come to his little country town.

“In the past 24 hours I have been accused of releasing a pro-lynching song,” Aldean tweeted on Wednesday, “and was subject to the comparison that I (direct quote) was not too pleased with the nationwide BLM protests. These references are not only meritless, but dangerous. There is not a single lyric in the song that references race or points to it – and there isn’t a single video clip that isn’t real news footage.”

If Aldean isn’t trying to make a point about the Black Lives Matter protests, what is Try That in a Small Town about then? Community, apparently. “When u grow up in a small town, it’s that unspoken rule of ‘we all have each other’s backs and we look out for each other,’” Aldean wrote on Instagram when he launched the video. “It feels like somewhere along the way, that sense of community and respect has gotten lost.”

Jason Aldean, from the ‘small town’ of Macon, Georgia. Photograph: Amy Harris/Invision/AP

Perhaps you’re wondering which quaint small town Aldean grew up in. The answer is: he didn’t. Aldean is from Macon, Georgia – a city with a population of about 153,000 people. Now he lives in Nashville, a city with a population of approximately 700,000. The small town he’s singing about is a product of his imagination.

But that’s conservatives for you. Last month Nikki Haley tweeted about how much better the US used to be back in the days before marginalized people had rights. “Do you remember when you were growing up, do you remember how simple life was, how easy it felt? It was about faith, family, and country,” she tweeted.

Was the past really that easy for the former South Carolina governor? By her own admission things have got a hell of a lot better for people who, like her, aren’t 100% white. “Years ago I was disqualified from a pageant because they didn’t know whether to put me in the white category or the black,” she wrote on Facebook in 2012. “I was neither. Tonight I watched my daughter get first place in her school pageant. God has an amazing way of bringing things full circle.” God also has an amazing away of depriving people like Haley of self-awareness.

Aldean’s song doesn’t just epitomize manufactured rightwing nostalgia, it also encapsulates rightwing paranoia. People on the right are obsessed with the idea that big cities are violent hotbeds of crime where you risk your life every time you nip out for a pint of milk. In reality, however, big cities tend to be safer than small towns. A 2013 study by the University of Pennsylvania, for example, found the risk of death from an injury was more than 20% higher in rural small towns than in larger cities. “Cars, guns and drugs are the unholy trinity causing the majority of injury deaths in the US” one of the researchers told NBC News at the time.

The pandemic, to be fair, saw a rise in violent crimes in cities. But even still, you’ve got a better chance of living a long, healthy life in a city. A 2021 US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report on mortality data from 1999 to 2019 found people living in rural areas die at higher rates than those living in urban areas. That’s because they have less access to healthcare and are more likely to live in poverty.

So what’s next for Aldean? Well, I’ve got some good news for all the Republican lawmakers screeching about how unfair it is that Aldean has been cancelled by the woke mob: he’s going to be fine. Indeed, he’s going to be more than fine. Country music (and America) has a way of opening its arms to people accused of racism and making them feel right at home. Just look at Morgan Wallen, for example. In February 2021 TMZ published a video of the musician drunkenly yelling the N-word during a conversation with a friend. He was shunned from polite society for a few months but made a rapid comeback. He won album of the year at the Academy of Country Music Awards in 2022. His song Last Night is currently in its 14th week at number one on the Billboard Hot 100. If it sticks there a little longer he’ll beat the 19-week record currently held by Lil Nas X’s Old Town Road, featuring Billy Ray Cyrus.

While people on the right may be railing about Aldean being “cancelled”, the sad truth is that this will probably help his career. He’ll go on Fox News and yell about wokeness. He’ll wallow in his imagined victimhood. His song will probably be played in rallies for the next Republican nominee for president. Aldean hasn’t been cancelled or silenced – his message has been amplified.

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio (part 2) and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION WHAT)

YEAH WHAT IS FUCKING GOING ON??

Tf do you mean Porter, THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PORTER

William order you to WHAT NOW 

Oh my god it’s an alibi for both of them

Alexis please find some care in your heart.

I mean.. We could make it a game of Cluedo. It would add more to the plot. 

Can vampires even get wrinkles??

“I didn’t kill him, now relax, we have work to do.” That was the most human i’ve heard Alexis.

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OH HEAVENS SWEETHEART IS ALIVE WHOOP WHOOP

Wait did they see what happened??? 

Oh no Asher sounds so stressed 😭

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David needs a fucking break

Pushed magically away? Oh shit is closeknit here. 

It’s so interesting to see the characters discover plot we already know of, Imagine their reaction to Sunshine and Elliot or Blake and Bestie.

Sweetheart maybe take the memo and not do this

Goddammit Porter. Godfuckingdammit.

Confrontation part 2??? Let’s go

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“Get in line.” Porter you snarky bitch

WOAH THERE ASHER?? I’m kinda woahie 🤞

My jaw is dropped. MY JAW IS DROPPED ASH. THE TEETH??

Are they on the floor, like Porter being pinned or?

Big word time 😇

I’m so lost right now. I'm so shitty abt politics, all I'm getting is a corrupt government. 

Kinda attracted to both of them rn… 💕

Porter and Asher both have great points tbh

Where’s Sam when you need him 😕

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Are we really doing a trial right now??? RIGHT FUCKING NOW???

So the department ruling has only been formed for 50 years. Oh wait nvm that's not Alexis.

OH HI SAMMM

Monarch Baz is so self centered I loathe her, But damn she can be commanding when needed.

“Do we get a vote.?” “Do I look like a vampire, How the hell should I know?” Yes you two make some comedic relief, god knows we're gonna need it.

What are the mates/partners doing?? Is Lovely playing uno with Angel in a corner or??

I’m losing track of the whole houses thing, but that’s ok. 

Monarch Baz sounds so URGAJDDSAK.

“Zane, Ephraim-” , I heard Zac Efron and I was so confused. WAIT IS THAT HOW ERIK GOT THE NAMES??

I’ll be honest, I don’t think “The House of Shaw” and the Solaire Clan are gonna be allies after this 😭

The House of Shaw needs a break what about that 😇

“A piles of bones, obviously.” God it’s sass meeting sass.

ASH?? Are we breathing him in right now???

“Only the bones were left.” Aw yum?? Little chew toy for Darlin’ or something 🤷‍♀️

Beheaded Adam style, Lovely. (Pun intended)

“Considering his skull was halfway across the room, I’m assuming he was beheaded. That, or someone played an impromptu game of soccer with the good king’s skeleton after the fact.” Alexis put a muzzle on yourself please 😭

Yeah tbf Christoper isn’t really a saint here, Vincent can vouch for that. Also where is Vincent.

Calm conversation?? CALM CONVERSATION???

What’s with him and blaming Solaire Clan?

Christoper. Maybe look Lovely in their traumatic eyes and tell them that. STRAIGHT TO THEIR FACE. 

Adam hate club 🙌

Porter standing up for Vincent? Wow he really does keep his word on the whole Solaire’s stick together, also how many people have been killed now.  

“Well, I realized I left the stove on four years ago when I left, I needed to come check on it.” God the Solaire’s breathe sass don’t they. 

Nevermind. All vampires are sassy. 

What is the Shaw pack doing again, are they just in the corner.

Demon blood? Yeah David. POISON??

So hypothetically, If Gavin bled and sprinkler style sprayed his blood everywhere, he could kill a bunch of Vampires if it gets them in the mouth. 

“Shockingly we don't make a habit of broadcasting our weaknesses pup.” Is this an Imperium reference or?? (I've only seen like edits of Asher being called pup so idfk??)

How the fuck did someone get demon blood. A blood bank??

Why are they so sassy? WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SASSY??

CLOSEKNIT GETTING BLAMED WOO, I was so scared they were gonna blame Sweetheart or something. 

NO BC FR THAT CLOSEKNIT AD WAS SO FUCKING RUDE, AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD AD. IT WAS LIKE A PERFUME AD.

If the Shaw Pack is gonna keep getting trampled can they just leave? Pup, Dog, A leash??

Christopher, Your fucking alibi is so shitty man, You’re so fucked 😭😭

Oh shit he’s found guilty. HOLY SHIT WAS THAT HIS NECK??

The Shaw Pack is losing their minds and rightfully so, what the fuck.

IS THIS NORMAL TO GET KILLED OR SOEMTHING???

Bye Alexis?

OH LOVELY WAS THERE?? Oh yes ma’am.

Yes we’ll speak with William. IF WE CAN GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM??

Well. At Least that’s good? Thanks Monarch.

No Vincent, baby. 

Porter, You confusing bastard. 

IS THAT THE END?? NO URGSHDH. NOT AT THE LORE DROP URIFEKDFDF

[valyalyon]

6 Harvest Whispers

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CW: pregnancy symptoms, violence, gang interactions, police character. MDNI. 2.1K Words.

By the 9th of May, life felt picture perfect. There was normalcy, there was a routine of luxury relaxation that permeated Star’s every day life with Jasper. Especially now that she was 18 weeks pregnant.

The old man would frequently take her out on spa days, shopping trips, and he always made sure that all her cravings were satisfied. He always told her he’d be sad if he found out her cravings weren’t all settled by him.

That night, Jasper was getting ready to leave for the Red Highway while Star sat on the bed, drawing circles on her tummy. They were talking every few minutes, but the man was in the bathroom when he heard his girlfriend yelp.

He quickly went to check on her, and saw her touching her pregnant belly with a look of excitement burning in her sweet green eyes, “Jasper… I just felt the baby move… I think I saw it.”

He was at her side, touching her belly all over and talking to the baby, “let me see you move you tough little rugrat.”

Their baby did kick in response and the couple were both watching it happen. Star was wide eyed, and gently ran her index along her belly, “I’m so excited to meet our baby.”

Jasper kissed her, and smiled at her when he pulled away, “I am too.”

…

By Star’s 19th week of pregnancy, the movement of their baby was more frequent.

That night, Star and Jasper were getting dressed to go to the Red Highway together. Jasper had a business meeting to attend to, and Star had finally agreed to join him.

I don’t wanna ride alone down this dark and lonesome road ‘cause even cowboys can get lonely from time to time.

Star still felt nervous, but she had realized that she was feeling more nervous alone in the guest house. She worried that if he died on the Red Highway, no one would ever tell her. She couldn’t lose him, so she decided to go with him.

Star wore one of her midi dresses and held onto Jasper’s arm. The strong older man walked with her to the truck, helping her into the passenger’s seat once there.

She leaned back comfortably in the seat, as Jasper came around the truck and entered the driver’s seat. The man made sure Star was still comfortable, asking her, “you sure you want to come?”

She nodded her head, touching her tummy with her hands gently, “I’d rather be at your side than not at all.”

The older man smiled at her sweet words, and they started on their trip.

About half-way through their voyage to a small town on the Red Highway, Jasper got a call on the speakers of his phone from Dahlia. He answered the call.

She was seemingly calm, “hey. Got a call from your dad’s nurse. She says she doesn’t think he has much time left, that he might die within a couple days.”

Jasper rolled his eyes, “how many times has she told us he has a couple days left? I’ve been waiting for years at this point.”

“He’s a piece of shit but he’s still your father. Aren’t you worried for him?” Dahlia asked with a more serious tone.

“He physically abused me for years and was generally a shitty man that expected too much of me,” the old man said in exasperation, driving very safely, “the answer to your question is: no.”

Dahlia laughed a little, and then asked, “where are you and Star headed?”

“Taking Ember on a work trip to the Red Highway… you know how those criminals are out there. Got an undercover meeting with gang members, we’re getting to meet their boss,” Jasper essentially lied to his wife.

She wasn’t involved in his illegal crime business. She knew he was the Sheriff of Sunwoods and that he had a substantial territory to “protect and serve”.

The Red Highway was known for so many different criminal organizations and industries. It was a silk road of illegal paraphernalia and had created its own self-sustained communities.

While never addressed by the Heliosea Government in any public statement, the “criminals” of the Red Highway were the ones responsible for taking care of their highway. These criminals accused the government of deciding to negate assistance on H-35, a federally created interstate.

Due to lack of assistance from the government, the Red Highway was able to become an intense, crime-ridden area with well maintained roads and identical towns to commit crimes.

“I don’t even know why the government still makes you go to that Hellish road. You’re too good as Sheriff to just get killed out there,” Dahlia responded, and then added, “my friends are calling, I’m going to hang up. Be safe out there you two.”

…

Arriving in the Red Highway, Jasper drove South until they hit the town they’d be meeting in. From there, he drove to the bar they’d be meeting the gang at, and he parked the truck in the front.

The couple walked into the bar together, and found it empty of any patrons. Dim lights obscured the room, and music played through speakers all around them.

Jasper led her to a booth seat and had her sit inside so he could stand freely to greet the gang members.

The two chatted back and forth, with Star commenting, “it’s easy to disappear out here. I think about that a lot. There isn’t a government, and it’s the gangs you have to answer to, but… there’s a lot you can still do under their noses.”

Jasper chuckled and raised his brows, “you’re an expert at hiding from gangs, then? Why don’t you tell me about the things you can still get away with?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m an expert,” she shook her head, “also, I’m not telling you what my secret is because you benefit from uncovering that information. I would lose my ability to do it if I told you.”

“Sneaky girl,” he tsk’d slightly, and wagged a finger at her dramatically, “you wanna disappear from Sunwoods under my nose… If we weren’t about to have a meeting, I’d have to show you that I am the boss.”

Star rolled her eyes and chuckled at the old man’s dry humor. She went to respond, but his attention was off to the side, looking at the front door of the bar.

The girl decided she wouldn’t speak, and waited as the man’s eyes moved.

Finally, the older man stood up, and shook hands with…

Daniel. Do you happen to remember Daniel? Probably not because his gang name is used more often, how about Dog?

Dog was one of the top men in LJ’s gang, considered the secondary hand to Leviathan.

The gang member greeted Jasper kindly, shaking his hand and avoiding his eyes slightly as he spoke, “Cowboy J, Leviathan said it would be better for us to have the meeting. He said some really rude stuff, as I’m sure you can imagine…”

Jasper was in the middle of speaking when Dog’s eyes began to trace over and would find Star, “I can definitely imagine. That man is unhinged.”

Dog took a step closer, squinting and looking at Star, “Angel? Is that you?”

“This is my girlfriend, her name is Star,” Jasper responded, trying to keep distance between his girl and the young gang member.

Star recognized Dog, yet it had been so long since she heard the name Angel, and she hoped maybe he would believe Jasper.

He didn’t, though. His eyes widened a little as they scanned Star’s face, and soon the man started taking some steps back, “might be better that Leviathan speak to you.”

The old man was about to reject that, but Dog disappeared out the door. Star’s heart rate was elevated and she scooted closer to Jasper who was standing next to the booth, “maybe we should go?”

The man looked down at his young girlfriend and furrowed his brow, “of course not. Were you dating Dog or something?”

“No,” the girl answered as the door slammed open and Lazarus stormed into the bar flanked by at least three other men.

Lazarus walked directly to Jasper, his voice full of irritation, “you’re a fucking disgusting old man.”

Jasper raised his arms defensively, and to taunt Leviathan, “here we go again. Typical Leviathan being completely incapable of having a normal, level-headed discussion.”

“I feel as if I’m pretty level-headed given the circumstances. She was my girl and you have her,” Lazarus looked at Jasper with a serious expression of hatred, “She’s 40 years younger than you, you disgust me.”

“Watch your mouth, kid,” the older man responded, only for Lazarus to approach him, “back the fuck up or I’ll hurt you, Leviathan.”

“Fucking try me, old man,” and with that Lazarus decked Jasper across the face, pouncing to get him to the floor, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

Star screamed from her seat and it made Lazarus pull away from the older man. He came to try to speak to her but Star stood up quickly and went to Jasper’s side.

Seeing her standing, Lazarus could barely make out a bump but couldn’t tell if she had just eaten or if she was pregnant.

He approached the couple, speaking to Star, “my Angel… I miss you so much. Come back, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. He isn’t who you think he is.”

Before Star could even think to respond, Jasper moved forward, shoving Lazarus hard into his men. They quickly sprang into action.

As another scuffle broke out, Jasper grabbed Star by the wrist with his hand and pulled her away quickly.

Jasper rushed Star out of the bar and towards the parking lot, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gang members. The running, the scuffle, the shouting voices of the men and Leviathan, was quite overwhelming and someone pulled a gun.

Jasper closed the passenger side door once Star was inside, and he ran around the front as the shots ran out. There were two and they were quick, followed by a loud scream from Lazarus that quieted the shots.

“Who the fuck is shooting at him? He has Angel, are you fucking insane? Don’t fucking shoot at her!” his voice was so furious it sounded animalistic.

Jasper didn’t waste any time and got in the truck, slamming the door and driving off.

Star had heard what her former lover said, and for a moment she was stunned. She had seen the kid that shot at them, but she hadn’t even seen Lazarus.

People heard him when he screamed that command, but he wasn’t even near enough to identify the culprit. He was just furious that anyone had put her in danger.

Still, she reminded herself that he created the danger that day.

As they were entering the Opportunity Highway, a call came in from Dahlia, Jasper casually asking, “is he finally dead?”

The woman paused, then laughed, “man, you’re fucked in the head.”

“Did you forget who my father was?” Jasper’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he continued keeping his eyes on the road.

“You’re already talking in the past tense,” Dahlia sighed, “how did you even know he was going to die tonight? Did you do something? Just tell me.”

“You know I didn’t, fuck off. I saw the Harbinger of Death, today. I figured you’d give me this news tonight,” Jasper told her, and started to drive with one hand.

The woman’s voice sounded irritated on the other side, “Leviathan. Great. So, he’s still out there.”

His other hand took Star’s hand, and he kissed it before he continued speaking, “terrifying the masses, slowly overrunning all the Red Highway gangs, typical Leviathan behavior.”

“God, if only he could figure out that he was meant to be better than that,” Dahlia sounded disappointed.

“He punched me, I doubt he believes anything is wrong with him. At least, we know where he is. Better than Brutus being on the run all these years,” Jasper said, making Star reflect in her mind to see if she knew a Brutus.

The name didn’t ring a bell to the young girl, but Dahlia recognized it because she continued, “that’s one of those things, though, Jasper. Do you really want to find Brutus?”

“Of course, he’s a dangerous assassin and he’s just running around the country freely. He needs to be arrested,” the man responded.

we are almost done with Harvest Whispers!! What do you think is going to happen in the last chapter? Leave your ideas below!

SONG REFERENCES Lonely Cowboy by KALEO

[onepiecereactions]

Marine Academy, chapter 13

Note: Chapter 13 on 28. Akainu X OC. OC is called Murphy.

This chapter is SFW.

Marine Academy Part 2 Chapter 13

Akainu had accompanied her to the port, taking care to keep a suitable distance from the young woman. In any case, the goodbyes had already taken place in the house of the now rear admiral, in complete privacy...

However, he had insisted on accompanying her to the ship that would take her away from him for two months.

The blonde had finished her internship in the emergency service with honors but now had to continue her studies by going to an internship on a warship.

This time, there was no question of staying on the four seas, she had to embark for the New World, in a critical combat situation.

An island, previously under the protection of the World Government, had been decimated by Big Mom's crew. When she left, a civil war had ravaged the kingdom to elect a new leader. The two main political parties were now engaged in a bloody war for power, with the emperor's crew, who had run away once all the island's money had been stolen, completely uninterested.

Her mission was simple: the soldiers on the warship would fight to restore order on the island, and the medical team was ordered to stay behind and provide emergency care as soon as the soldiers returned to the ships. A second medical team would have to heal the civilians on site and would remain on land for another two months.

The entire mission was led by Vice Admiral Garp, seconded by Rear Admiral Kuzan. Sakazuki hadn't said a word about Kuzan when the blonde had briefly mentioned him, but she had felt a cold anger rising in him. He had quickly understood his colleague's little game but had sworn to the young woman that he would not get involved as long as she was still in training and had not obtained her diploma.

Only then would he have the right to burn whoever he wanted.

"Be careful. The high-ranking officers of this mission are not the most competent..." He mumbled as he tried to hold back yet another impulse of anger while he observed the iceman sleeping on his folding chair.

The blonde smiled at him, kissed him briefly out of sight and joined her fellow caregivers on the ship.

[...]

"What the fuck is this!" the young woman screamed, her scalpel in her hand, her body shaken by the anarchic rhythm of the waves.

The patient in front of her, barely anesthetized, was losing a monstrous amount of blood. The operating room was covered in blood and soaked compresses, shaking the caregivers who were trying as best as they could to keep their balance to the rhythm of the explosions outside.

She absolutely had to amputate the soldier's leg before he bled out completely, but the explosions of the cannons outside were flying away the tools in all directions. Her nurse colleague was trying as best she could to place the catheter to which she could attach the vital blood bag.

BOOM.

"Fuck, can't they go fight on land instead of getting in our way? How many are we waiting?" the intern shouted at the anesthesiologist who regularly received the situation update.

BOOM.

"The four operating rooms are full, about twenty patients at regulation, five of which are in vital emergencies." The anesthesiologist quickly replied between two cannon detonations.

"Shit." The blonde grew impatient.

BOOM.

The medical team froze for a moment when they heard the main mast creak and collapse onto the ship. While everyone hoped that the mast would not fall on their heads, they felt the temperature drop drastically, ice penetrating the floor and roof of the room.

BOOM.

"Cover his extremities with the anti-hypothermia blankets." She ordered again, her heart racing under the stress.

BOOM.

"I just have to close it and..."

BOOM.

A cannonball slammed into the wall with force, racing across the room, ending up through the wooden floor. The impact tore a gaping hole in the wall. The medical team could see the rough seas on the other side of the ripped wall, coming into the operating room.

As Murphy gripped the operating table firmly fixed to the floor, she felt her body leave Earth's gravity.

"THE SHIP IS GOING TO REVERSE WATCH OUT!" The anesthesiologist yelled as they felt a powerful wave hit the other side of the ship, pushing them straight towards the ocean, just a few degrees away from capsizing.

Muprhy closed her eyes as the raging ocean came dangerously close to her. She then felt the cold of the sea pull her towards the wall, making her lose her grip on the operating table. In just a few seconds, the intern crossed the hole in the wall and felt the current drag her towards the abyss.

She had time to see the rest of the team and the patient also being swallowed up in the depths, the ship continuing to reverse towards her.

In a last survival reflex, she swam as fast as she could to get away from the carcass of the ship. The coast was only a few meters away, but the sea current and the freezing cold of the winter island complicated her task. She swam with all her strength and arrived at the cost of an incredible effort on dry land. She got up with difficulty, her white coat freezing against her skin.

The young woman turned around and could see the warship completely overturned, its hull eaten away by ice. She made signs to the soldiers and caregivers of the ship to guide them towards land and helped them get out of the water.

In shock, she didn't even feel the throbbing pain in her right arm. She thought of all her patients who were stuck in the ship, but the freezing cold didn't allow her to put a foot back in the water to try to save them, it was risking drowning in a few seconds.

She then felt a hand grab her head to force the blonde to bend down.

A second later she felt a cannonball fly above her and end its course in the ocean.

She finally heard the screams of the political anarchists behind her. A wave of men was charging towards the port, weapons in hand. The Marine soldiers were completely outnumbered. The fortress at the top of the island throwing cannonballs every second.

One by one, the Navy ships sank into the icy ocean, taking with them the caregivers she knew so well.

Murphy was frozen in place, as she saw a civilian charging at her, axe in hand, a veil of ice enveloped her and made her lose consciousness.

[idl3dreamer]

I kinda want to infodump about the OC that I kin

Cause I keep just doing random loredrops and not explaining anything in full

Ok

So

*deep inhale*

base level stuff that I think I've established: she was one of Negan's lieutenants, really looked up to the guy, may have had a bit of a crush on him but refused to become one of his wives.

But let's start from the beginning. (Before I start I'm just noting that she's Canadian. It is literally never relevant except for this first little bit) ((I also haven't figured out a name for her so she's going to get called either [name] or "my oc" ))

She was in her second year of college when the world went to shit

Originally she tried to just shelter in place and stay on the campus, but after 5 or 6 months it was starting to get overrun so she decided to cut her losses and get out while she could. She had a small group of friends she had been with, and they all left together.

They had run into other people who would pass through the campus, all with stories of safe-havens and larger groups.

Some were headed to Ottawa or Toronto, where they were sure the government had set up aide for the people. Most were headed south. Usually to Washington, some to Atlanta for the CDC headquarters, others just hoped to find family or check somewhere off the bucket list before they kicked it.

The number of people flocking to Washington gave the group hope that even if there wasn't any government run settlement, there would be people. Living people.

But they never made it to Washington, instead they ran into a slowly growing settlement in Virginia.

By this point, the group of 5 had become 3. One of their companions got bit and turned, the other was killed in a fight with another group of survivors. When they stumbled upon a camp that housed at least 30 people, they were both cautious and incredibly relieved. The group had no problem taking them in, and all three quickly found their places.

with the growing numbers and quickly approaching winter, the group had no choice but to start looking for a permanent home.

The leader of this group (at least, the leader at that time) tried to set them up in a hotel, but it ended up being full of more dead than expected and the group got split up, surrounded, and trapped. Some quick calls between my OC and another new member of the group got just about everyone out safely. Over the next few weeks, people started to favor the leadership of the newcomer over their current leader's, and so he ended up taking over.

An encounter with another group turned sour finally gave our community a name: The Saviors, and not long after that our new leader, Negan, found the perfect place to settle down.

Leadership came naturally to him, and with the size of one group he couldn't manage it alone. My OC and the group's old leader, Dwight, were the first choices. So we became the first "lieutenants" (though there was no such formal title at that point)

The saviors then aren't at all like the group you all think you know now. It was a long process to transform the factory into our Sanctuary, and even longer to make our rag-tag little group into an army.

Most of the people weren't fighters. The ones who were became guards, kept the dead away from our gates until I got the idea to set up that kick-ass defense you see in the comics and tv show

We already had some sense of who was fit for which jobs, as most people had just naturally taken on a role based on their skills. It wasn't a formal assignment or anything, they just became the go-to people.

It was during that first winter that Negan introduced his point system. Supplies were scarce and scavenging was difficult, so he came up with a way to ration supplies. To keep it fair, he based it on production. The more you did for the sanctuary, the more you could get. Once things started to take shape a little better the Lieutenants may have started to abuse their position and Negan kinda gave us like partial immunity so it isn't the most fair system, but it works, and the people were satisfied. (This makes it sound like Capitalism 2: Electric Boogaloo but I promise it was a bartering system)

With the assistance I'd provided in the past, I became the resident strategist, and as such worked very closely with Negan. Not as closely as Simon (once he joined the command team), but close enough.

I was never given an outpost, not because Negan thought I wouldn't be able to handle it, it was just because my services were better applied at the sanctuary itself. I did travel to the compound occasionally though as that was our largest outpost.

I helped plan our approach when interacting with other communities, and helped Negan refine his methods a little. Obviously he still did his own thing and had the final say on any operation, but he valued my input.

When Oceanside rebelled, it was probably the only time Simon and I were in agreement about how to handle it. We gave them multiple chances and they blew it. They cost us not just valuable supplies, but people. and people are the most important resource you have in the apocalypse. So, when Simon and I discussed their punishment, I was, and still am, pleasantly surprised that it was a very quick agreement to execute half their people. The debate came over what half to execute. I was thinking that we split it between the men and women, but honestly looking back, letting them reproduce and grow their community would have been stupid. Luckily we agreed on Simon's proposal to kill off their men. Let the community slowly die off, never able to forget what they did to deserve their fate.

I despised Gregory, which made trips to Hilltop fun. The soldiers at the Satellite Outpost usually handled them, but I tagged along when I could. I usually used Simon's presence at the Sanctuary as justification, assuming I was even asked to explain where I was going. I literally only went so I could make that misogynistic prick absolutely miserable. Fun times.

Nobody talks about the perks of being a lieutenant actually. That shit is the best, especially if you're a higher ranking one. Me, Simon, Dwight, and Arat were winning. We were Negan's favorites and believe me, it showed. Laura and Wade were like mid-level, they were definitely notable, but they were never the best of the best (no offense to Laura, we were really good friends). The others were at the bottom of the lieutenant hierarchy, they weren't particularly notable. They did their jobs, and that's about all I can say. But anyway, us lieutenants lived like royalty. I still made a point of going out and being on the front lines when we did have to fight, but I didn't need to, hell Negan told me a few times I should just stand back, but he didn't actually stop me. If I got an order to stand down I would have listened, but the order never came.

We more or less got free reign to do as we pleased, as long as it was within the rules. And for the record, the rules and expectations were pretty basic. Everyone wants to think Negan was running some crazy dictatorship, but he basically just didn't want you to be a dick.

Once the world fell it became "us v.s. them". Usually he'd consider anyone with a pulse to be part of the "us" group, and offer them protection. But if you're not going to play nice then you're very quickly going to be moved from the category of "semi-us" to the proverbial "them"

overtime it did start to be that The Saviors were the "us" rather than the living as a whole

But you have to understand

We had close to 500 people at our peak

Negan had to look out for his people before anything else. The sanctuary was always open, always willing to take in more people, so long as you contribute. Young children weren't expected to contribute, of course. We didn't have all that many of them, but we always had a few. We had enough that part of the library became a dedicated children's section, and one of the rooms was converted into a classroom. The teachers were treated as soldiers, as far as the point system goes. Not entirely exempt from it like us, but rather than earning points based off "sales" they were "payed" a certain amount each day they worked. I don't recall how many points it was

Anyway. Enough about him, I'm supposed to be talking about my OC here (I realize I started talking in the first person, as the OC... don't worry about that, just go with it. Like I said I kin her and I happen to be feeling a little shifty)

Since it's Christmas I guess I'll tell y'all about something christmas related

A tradition among the lieutenants is that we would do a secret Santa each year. We never really knew when Christmas was, nobody kept track of the days *that* well, so we'd kinda just aim for mid-winter.

It was pretty simple, we all draw names from a hat and then make or find a gift for the person.

One year, I got Dwight. And I got kinda reckless cause my gift totally could have gotten us both in BIG trouble. Never did anything like that before, and never did anything like it again. I was initially just out looking to find something for myself but there was this necklace, and I don't remember any of the details, I just know that the second I layed eyes on it that I had to grab it for D to give Sherry. I also managed to find a partially full pack of cigarettes (which were really hard to come by) and I gave that to him as well. I'm glad he didn't report me for the necklace, it was a stupid idea, but luckily he never gave it to her. Or she just never wore it. One of the two. They weren't on the greatest terms so I wouldn't be surprised either way.

Laura's Christmas parties were also so fun. She was fun in general, but she knew how to party. I have fond memories of somehow kicking Arat's ass in Pool while I was wasted (and by "fond memories" I mean I just know it happened. I couldn't even remember doing that the next day, let alone from another universe entirely)

Totally random thing that spoils the mood but is plot relevant to my character: she dies.

When Jadis double crosses Rick, leading to the big shootout where Mags and Ezekiel show up just in time to fight the saviors off: Maggie shoots her and she bleeds out (I know it's 7x16 but idk what comic issue(s) that happens in, which is the more accurate source material but oh well)

Another total 180: I didn't even get into Negan borderline harrassing her

So basically, he made like a solid 3 or 4 attempts to convince her to become one of his wives and she said no. Since her source is like 90% the comics with just a little bit of the tv show sprinkled in, she was actually right to refuse that proposal, but let's not get into that right now. He tried everything he could, but unfortunately he couldn't even really like threaten her with anything because if he were to put her on some crappy work detail then he loses his strategist and could seriously fuck himself over.

If she had survived the war with Alexandria, I think he could have worn her down enough to accept his proposal because she wouldn't want to have to deal with a mess like that again. (I have an AU that is closer to the tv universe than the comics, and she lives through the war, so as a result The Saviors actually win, and since Eugene can take her place she is ok with retiring early as long as it means never having to put up with someone like Rick Grimes ever again.)

ANYWAY

Idk

Thanks for reading (if you actually read all that)

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You should also consider asking questions, telling me your thoughts, or suggesting a name for this character

[fayrobertsuk]

Cease and Desist

I really need to rant about the state of UK politics, but also I'm so literally tired of living in an increasingly fascistic, villainously late-stage-capitalist state that I don't know if I can summon up the energy to properly describe (let alone explain) the shitshow that this country is turning into, reminiscent of the worst nadir of the 80s.

Like... have you read Suella Braverman's fuck-you letter to Rishi Sunak yet? That was... certainly something, and honestly looked, to my mind, tantamount to a call to arms for the far-right and offering herself up as a rallying point, probably leadership.

And yeah, it was disturbing.

Her four points which formed part of her conditions to support someone she's now publicly labelled, essentially, a weak leader with little support and reliant on what bigots she can muster to his back... are genuinely troubling stuff. Aggressively regressive and deeply misanthropic. She attacks migrants and refugees, trans people (especially trans youth), and lays it out as though she's being the reasonable one. She's managing to make Sunak look centrist. No mean feat.

Go look at "small boats" as a topic on Twitter, just for an example of who she's representing. Trust me: it's not just progressive folk being sarcastic and/or appalled by the anti-refugee rhetoric, there are a shit-ton of people complaining that not enough is being done to curb "the problem of the small boats". Who've bought into this propaganda wholesale.

If you're not concerned, I'm going to suggest that either you're not paying enough attention, or you consider yourself one of the people her priorities serve.

Either way, you have to know that there's only one real way this shit can go if we don't find a way to stop it.

Because it gets worse, for my money. Tonight (well, 15-Nov-23), the House of Commons had the chance to vote on a proposed amendment to the King's Speech put forward by the Scottish National Party: for the UK to call for a ceasefire in Gaza. And not only did the Tories overwhelmingly vote against that (which we would obviously have expected), but the Labour Party were told: if you're a Shadow Cabinet member and you vote for the ceasefire, you're out, we'll give your job to someone else. Obviously I paraphrase.

Turns out you can go to the Government website and download the raw data about the way the MPs voted (or failed to vote) on the matter of the ceasefire, which gets you the names and parties and which way they went. So I made a graph. And I'm honestly sickened.

(Image description in alt-text; let me know if you need the data in a different format up-front.)

Now, it's not like if all the Labour MPs who'd abstained had voted yes it would have swung it (it would still have been 266 vs. 294), but I know I'd be feeling a lot better, and a lot more confident in our so-called Opposition.

See, the thing is that, to my mind, unless you're genuinely all-for the extermination of all Palestinians in the region, a ceasefire is the only means to an actual solution. I just keep remembering how much progress was finally made in Northern Ireland in the 90s, but that (and I wildly simplify here, I suspect) it took a ceasefire to give stability and space and time in which successful negotiations could happen.

Just as I condemned, and still condemn, both IRA and UDA, and every politician and financier egging them on, so do I condemn the violent extremists on both sides of the equation in Gaza. And I strongly suspect that, if nothing changes, thousands upon thousands of civilians, mostly Palestinian, are going to die through no fault of their own until there's no-one left to annihilate. To dicker about the Right Kind of Cessation of Hostilities is demonstrating a casual disdain for human life that chills me even as I rage.

We all like to think we'd be one of the good guys when we look back at pivotal fascist moments in human history. The truth is that, right now, people's lives are being destroyed while people with unimaginable amounts of power are more concerned with jockeying for more than attempting to stem the tide of dehumanisation we're seeing rising across the world, simultaneously in pretty much every nation this time. I don't see anything like enough happening to stop it, and I'm genuinely scared.