#pls give us more men with canes

[cryingaboutpeoplewhodontexist]

I have a thing for fictional man with canes.

I dont think i have to elaborate more.

[just-french-me-up]

Psst psst psst yap about Jayce and Viktor pls give into the yapping desire

consider this my official jayvik greenlight, i shall yap my heart's content!

Jayvik | T | 560W | Post-canon fluff | Domestic | Slice of Life | Cottage by the Stream Minus the Four Kids (for now) Jayce doesn't use his brand new cane much. Viktor has noticed.

Spring was settling in, sunlight spilling in through the ivy framed windows of their house, tickling Viktor awake earlier and earlier every day. He didn't mind. He found it stimulating, if anything. Witnessing the garden in bloom, life returning after long months of dormancy, was nothing short of inspiring. As the grass grew dotted with colours, ideas took root. A brand new hydraulic system to power the heaters more efficiently. An automated watering circuit for fickle crops. A better designed kettle.

Viktor's mind wandered as he cracked another egg in the pan, drawing schematics out of thin air, debating what material was better suited for this or that. There was some scrap metal left in the cellar, it was only a matter of sorting out what could be repurposed and─

A door opened. The sound of uneven steps on the creaky wood floor. In his mind, the schematics stood still, left to revise later. For now all Viktor could focus on was the warm body pressed against his back. Gods, Jayce always brought the forge along with him.

It was a delight. Not that Viktor would ever admit that out loud.

"G'd morning," Jayce sighed sleepily against his neck, wrapping his arms around Viktor's middle.

"Good morning."

Viktor flipped the mushrooms and eggs in the pan, expertly assessing the Maillard reaction on the edges of their soon to be breakfast. He'd never been much of a cook before. He'd found he rather enjoyed mastering the chemistry of it.

"A shame you went through all that trouble making yourself a cane not to use it," he told Jayce, his voice even.

Jayce groaned against him.

"I use it."

Viktor shot him a skeptical look from the corner of his eyes.

He'd never known a time when he did not have some kind of support. For as long as he could remember, he had always been holding something. Reaching for his cane barely required thought. But Jayce... Jayce was stubborn. He favoured his leg brace, even when it dug painful grooves against his skin after a long day, especially in winter. He had taken to leaning over furniture around the house, supporting himself against any surface he could when the brace was off, exerting himself while waving it off, invariably regretting it later lying in bed, sore.

The coat of varnish he'd applied on the oak parts of his cane was spotless and shiny from disuse.

"Thank you for breakfast," Jayce said, hoping to stir the conversation elsewhere.

"Unfortunately it is only for handsome men who make a reasonable use of their mobility aids."

He could almost hear Jayce's eyeroll.

"Mmh. So we're resorting to bribery, then?" There was a smile there, too.

"Positive reinforcement," Viktor shrugged, flipping the eggs one last time.

Jayce muffled a chuckle against his shoulder, gently rubbing Viktor's sides.

"Oh, I see. What else is there in it for me?"

"I'm told the village's hot springs are very nice this time of year."

Jayce hummed in Viktor's ear, his hands teasing the hem of his pajama bottoms, thumbs playing against his hip bones.

"Oh, really?"

"Breakfast, Jayce," Viktor warned, more than aware things would start burning should hands stray any lower.

There was another chuckle against his neck, a kiss, and Jayce's hand slipped away, lingering warmth imprinted on Viktor's skin like a soft brand.

"Fine. I'll get the cane, then."

Send me a domestic Jayvik prompt? ♥

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

hi mo! i want to wish you a HUGE congrats on your milestone (: you deserve every single follow and like and reblog! your writing is so, so good and it brings me sm comfort if youre still taking requests, can i pls request alfie + “how long has it been since someone hugged you?”

Oh Noni this was so sweet! You are so so kind. It brings me immense joy that my writing brings you comfort. That is the greatest compliment I could ever receive. I’m sending all my love to you darling, I hope you enjoy this.

Guys this is the last request from our 100 Follower Celebration!!! This was so fun and I am so in love with the community we have built here together!!! I’m currently working on our final installment of Interviews for New Beginnings!!! Anyway I love y’all so much, have an amazing day my loves!! - Mo

100 Follower Celebration: Always

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing

“Mr. Solomons. I know you don’t want to hear this… or anything I’ve said the past 10 years I’ve been your physician… but you really need to watch your stress levels sir. It may very well kill you one day.”

Dr. Young had been treating Alfie Solomons exclusively for 10 years. Every stab wound, bullet hole, and influenza season had been watched over diligently by the good doctor. But every month his largest concern was Alfie Solomons’ blood pressure and tension headaches. Unfortunately for Dr. Young… Alfie Solomons was the worst patient he ever had.

Alfie ripped the stethoscope off his burly chest and threw it back at his doctor, “Bah fuck off. Respectfully of course. I’m fine. I’m going to live longer than you mark my words. Stress is good for the body.”

Dr. Young shrugged, there was no use fighting with Alfie. Usually Alfie would see reason and silently beckon and repent right before death came knocking, “If you believe Mr. Solomons. Anyway I want you to keep counting your pulse and recording it. Not that you’ll do it I wager. But I’ll be back same time next week.”

“Yeah, right. See Ollie gives you your fee. And double check with my secretary that your window is still open.”

Dr. Young smiles, “I’ll be sure to let her know that I gave you a task so that she keeps you accountable as well.”

As he walked out, leaning heavily on his wooden cane to offset his heavy medical bag, Alfie hollered after him, “You will do no such thing damn you! Ask her the schedule and nothing else!”

Alfie hears the slight chuckle of his ancient physician behind the closed door. Alfie finally lets out the sigh of relief he had been holding tightly all morning. His head falls into his calloused hands. The slow and rhythmic push and rush of his palms against his eyes and temple soothe the panging and banging in his head. An ache that has been ever present for the past few days. One that hasn’t been aided at all by the lack of water in his day to day.

The past few days have been Alfie’s own personal hell. The Americans’ prohibition on spirits has added another layer of problems to the business. New men had been hired and were not all bright, causing more mistakes than their bodies were worth. Cops were getting greedy, and were needing more to smooth their hands and seal their lips. Usually, a boss would have been able to hand off problems to lower levels. Not Alfie. Never Alfie. Alfie doesn’t get to give jobs to anyone else. No one wants to help Alfie. Alfie is to solve every problem. By himself. If he doesn’t do it, it will not get done. If he doesn’t fix it, everything will fall. But it’s always been like this. Ever since his father passed away, he’s been the man. He’s been the fixer. The protector. The boss. The leader. He alone can do it. He alone does it. He alone. He is alone.

Through the barricade of his stress and rage and sweat and stiff muscles, he hears his door click open, and the soft tap of your feet across the floor boards. Your sweet bell voice tingles his nerves, “Alright Alfie I set up Dr. Young’s appointment next week so you are all settled. This afternoon you have two more meetings. Mr. Yusef and Mr. Edmonds. Also you will need to look over the shipping particulars for the shipment to New York in three we- Alfie are you alright?”

You pause looking at his face. He’s always looked rather scruffy and wild but this was different. His face was gaunt and ashen. His usually ruddy cheeks were pale and covered in a thin sheen of sick sweat. Those bright blue and sparkling eyes looked glossy. If you didn’t know better… they could almost be tears.

You don’t even let him try and explain away his symptoms.

“We’re cancelling the rest of your meetings today. No arguements.”

Screaming. Shouting. Bellowing. The glass in the window panes shake. The wood of the desks bang like the sound of gunshots and canons. “VILE WOMAN YOU TOUCH THAT CALENDAR YOU ARE FIRED DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU BRING YOURSELF BACK HERE NOW!”

You ignore him, calling the other secretaries, having to shout over the bellows and cries of your melodramatic yet beloved boss. The excuse you concocted didn’t matter. You wouldn’t care to remember the story you told. You would deal with it later. What mattered was clearing the calendar to make sure that Alfie could be released from his bindings that he so tightly wound around himself cutting the circulation and breath of peace.

You set the cornflower blue and cream colored tea pot on the little stove in the corner. Gingerly stoking the flame, coaxing warmth and light into a sweet roar. You call for hearty treats from the bakery next door, a good array to settle the spirit of your war laden boss. Soon the tea is ready and the soulful remedies are set. The roaring of the animal in the office has settled into rumbles. It was safe to enter.

Upon entering Alfie is again shouting, “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve treacle. I am your boss. I am your superior officer. I pay your paycheck. And you have the absolute fucking audacity to…”

You let the hot words wash over you like a summer storm. You place your tools of healing on Alfie’s desk, swiftly and quietly. You take your spot in your chair across from him, grabbing his worry worn wooden pipe and filling it with his tobacco. Like a dance you’ve done a thousand times, he gingerly takes that pipe from you as he’s still yelling and scolding, pausing briefly to light it and suck in that air like it’s his last meal.

You smile as he blusters on like a thunder cloud. There was no true threat. You would never really be fired. Even if he was cross with you. There was a certain comfort in the noise. Like the storm cloud the noise signified that there was still life and that a calm would soon follow. But there was still the tightness in his shoulders. There was still that look you saw before he started to storm and blow. In a feat of courage you cocked your head to the side, “When was the last time someone hugged you?”

Immediate silence.

“What. What the fuck did you just ask me?”

“When’s the last time someone hugged you? You look like you need one sir.”

His index finger might as well have been a loaded pistol the way he pointed at you, “Men do not hug. I have never been hugged nor will I ever hug do you hear me? Hugged?! It’s even a ridiculous word. I mean… hugged?! No! I don’t want one I don’t need one that is completely and utterly ridiculous!”

You smile, knowing that he would say something like that. As if approaching a wild dog you put your hand out, offering yourself to him. Offering your vulnerability to him. Alfie stared down as thought it held an invisible gun, unsure what it was you held. Carefully and out of practice, he slowly slipped his hand in yours. Cool and smooth fingertips against is hot rough hands. Your hands so easily slips around his, finally finding its home. To Alfie’s absolute shock, he watches as your perfect thumb runs patterns and circles around his scarred knuckles and ornate rings. He watches the way your lashes flutter and soft smile blooms on your face. In a gentle caress to his ears you say, “You know you don’t have to keep it all inside. You can ask for help.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. But doesn’t move his hand away, “I don’t need help.”

You laugh, and he feels his heart skip, “Oh I’m sure you don’t. I’m sure you could run this entire thing by yourself.”

“I could.”

“I know.”

Alfie hums, satisfied that he’s won enough. You sit in silence, the muffled sounds of the distillery and street below being the only signs that you’re still on Earth. Alfie never moved his hand, never responding to your ministrations beyond a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you… for… being here.” Alfie finally breaks the silence. He can’t help the blush that rises to his ears and cheeks. He can’t look away from the smile on your perfect lips.

You nod at him, squeezing his hand and shaking it. “Always.”

[triviareads]

Based on where Two Secrets to Surrender (out 5/8!) leaves them, I'm VERY excited for their book.

5/8...is this DD/MM format or MM/DD? 😅

I think MM/DD cause of the exclamation mark lol. Super excited in that case.

I've heard of the Lockwood one by Duran. Adding it to tbr, definitely. And I've only read Lord of Midnight in the Maiden Lane series till now. Gearing up to read about "magnificent" Lord Valentine (that is his name, right?) for quite some time but confused if I should read the ones that came earlier at first. But Lord of Darkness will be definitely read. 🤭

I have actually read The Madness of Lord Ian MacKenzie, but when I read it, I hated(?) the separation trope, so didn't give Isabel's story a try.

I think I like it more when the mmc(s) are being cruel to the fmc unnecessarily or due to some misunderstanding they construed in their mind? Then the gut punch hits right at home (what does this say about me?😀😭) and the grovel, if there's a good one, hits even better.

I can keep going on why I like this trope so much more now, but idk if you're all ears xD. Still, I think , if written well, it does a great job of extending the tension, which in some cases may wane when the couple gets together. And sometimes the 3rd act is not convincing enough?

The Luckiest Lady in London by Sherry Thomas doesn't have separation, but Thomas does such a great job of keeping the rope taut with tension throughout the book. It is awesome.

Until a year back, I used to vie for comedies, but then I read The Luckiest Lady in London and The Obedient Bride, and well, you know 😂. Pls do read these if you haven't already 🙂

Yup it's MM/DD- sorry, I'm an American.

Re your Maiden Lane read, I would strongly recommend reading the series in order if you want to get to know all the characters better, and in Val's case, the extent of his bitchassery and multiple kidnapping attempts before Duke of Sin. His first appearance is in Duke of Midnight, actually, and he shows up in every successive book to pull various stunts until Duke of Sin.

I have actually read The Luckiest Lady in London! I enjoyed it— the cane tip kissing sticks with me to this day and I remember the book was more erotic than super explicit (not a bad thing!) but it's been a minute.

The kind of hero cruelty you're describing reminds me a lot of old-school Harlequin heroes— if they don't like the heroine they will act like THE WORST to her until there's definitive proof that she is, in fact, a decent human being...... or it turns out she was a virgin all along and they were wrong to slut-shame her to hell and back 💀But yeah, in this vein I'd recommend The Villain duology by Victoria Vale (erotic romance; he basically makes her his sex slave in exchange for him telling her the truth about why he's ruining the lives of all the men in her family), and maybe the hero in this one becomes a simp a little faster but When The Duke Loved Me by Lydia Lloyd (family enemies, he ruins her and refuses to marry her, there is slut-shaming).

I haven't read very many older historicals that match the vibe, and even among the ones I have, there's usually a good reason for the enemity (politics, war) and it goes both ways.

[oldcrowshag]

pls share more abt Michigan/Great Lakes land work + craft? 🥺 Fellow pagan moving to Mich for college soon

Le Nain Rouge, The Red Devil of Detroit

Besides working with the land itself, one of the best ways for me to get to know a new place (and develop my craft) is by meeting its folklore. A housewarming gift to you from the land of haunted sea-lakes: one of my favorite urban legends from Michigan.

Detroit occupies the contemporary and ancestral homelands of the Ojibwe, Ottawa, and Potawatomi nations. They maintain a rich recounting of the land's history and it's quite possible this story comes to us from them through the lens of settlers, or that it was derived from colonial politics entirely. All the more reason for a witch to dissect it!

Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac founded the French outpost Fort Pontchartrain du Détroit ("of the Straits") in 1701, where at first he enjoyed great success. The legend goes that he encountered a fortune teller at a party (older sources tend to use outdated terminology to describe her, but modern researchers agree, for the sake of the legend, she was perhaps Native and certainly Othered). She warned Cadillac that he had a future with great potential, but that he was soon to encounter a red devil and that he should treat their interaction with care. Should he slight the devil he would lose all good fortune and have nothing left to give his descendents. Cadillac laughed off the warning and returned to the festivities, and I presume the fortune teller left to warn other white men of their folly.

Sure enough, on a warm evening soon after, Cadillac and his wife were on a stroll outside the fort when an imp of frightening appearance stepped into their path. Instead of doing anything else the commander beat the devil back with his cane, and it was said upon receiving these blows the devil disappeared with a cackle. Later in his story Cadillac would be ousted from Detroit and shipped to an outpost in Louisiana, and then later a French prison. Modern scholars say he "probably deserves to be ranked with the 'worst scoundrels ever to set foot in New France.'"

From then on, a sighting of the Red Devil became synonymous with ill tidings. He was seen before the Great Fire that burned the city to the ground. People claim to have seen him wandering the streets during the Detroit Rebellion of '67, one of the greatest insurrections in American history. They say he wore an obscene grin on his face. Before one of the worst ice storms in living memory utility workers saw him dancing on the power lines. Every blue moon there are whispers of encountering him on a dark street, or spotting his grin under the eaves of a dark house. He is the harbinger, neither the cause nor solution for a coming terror nobody can dam up.

The tides are turning for the red devil, as far as public relations go. Every year on the vernal equinox (or weekend of, for the drinking) the Marche du Nain Rouge takes over the Cass Corridor. It's a parade by the public, with costumes and dancing and floats. Some march to ward the devil off, while others are there in solidarity of an othered folk-character. It's one of the Detroit weird-isms I could talk about all day.

(courtesy of u/ParticularYak9967 on reddit)

Regardless, they march as proof that the Devil is in Detroit, and he's alive and well.

(I'm thinking of writing more posts centered around Michigan-based lore and craft, but if anyone else would be interested in more content like that it would be nice to hear 😊)

[silly-little-soul]

Best of Men - Kaz Brekker

A/N - It's currently 8am, I spent the past hours writing this because sleep is overrated, I think it turned out quite well considering this is my first time writing for Kaz

A/N 2 – a week later now, I'm so sorry for the wait I decided to make it longer after all and then some stuff happened, nothing bad just time consuming I hope you enjoy anyways!

Also I'm still working on making a better post format I apologize

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Fandom: Six of Crows

Format: oneshot

Type: comfort

Relationship: Kaz Brekker x Reader (romantic, established relationship)

Reader info: trans ftm, implied crow

Summary: Kaz comforting a trans-masc reader who feels dysphoric

Warnings: established relationship, gender dysphoria, mention of unintended misgendering, Kaz almost kills sb for like 0.5 seconds, emotionally dense Kaz, slightly OOC soft!Kaz, actually atp might as well just say Kaz in general is his own warning /hj

Proofread: Yes!

Word count: 1165

Requested: @alex-kazbrekkersimp

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  To say it was a bad day was an understatement. It was one of the days everything felt wrong, even more so than most days, and the nagging inside your own head just wouldn't seem to stop. You were familiar with these days of course but it didn't exactly make them easier. And just when you thought you managed to tuck the feeling away rater well you were tasked to show around some new Dregs who right of the bat made you feel even worse when by addressing you with feminine titles. You knew they had no ill intention but in your current state that was barely doing anything about the waves of dysphoria crashing down on you. After a moment you couldn't take it anymore. You didn't have the energy to correct them and risk conflict so you simply turned and left for your room without another word.

So here you are now, sitting on your bed with your head between your knees. You're sure Kaz will be rather upset at you for simply leaving the new Dregs but at least Jesper agreed to taking care of them when you ran into him on your way to your room meaning they wouldn't be unattended. You don't really have the mind to care about that currently anyways.

A knock snaps you back to reality. The door opens and you don't need to lift your head to know it's Kaz, the sound of his cane against the floor giving him away easily. “Y/N.” It comes out much harsher than intended and he winces at the “I know I shouldn't have left” you mumble quietly. „Y/N“. He tries again, his voice much softer this time, a tone he rarely uses (and if he does it's with you, always with you). You shake your head, refusing to look up at him.

With a sigh he sits on the bed next to you, he makes sure to keep a small distance so he doesn't risk you touching each other accidentally but the proximity itself is a sign of trust, something reserved for you and the crows, only the people he deems save. There's a minute of silence between the two of you before Kaz comes to the conclusion you won't be addressing the problem on your own accord. “Jesper made me aware of a.... situation.” You don't reply but the sniffle coming from where your head is still tugged away from view makes his grip on his cane tighten.

When Jesper told him about what happened he was about ready to go straight to the Dregs responsible and demonstrate to them why people feared Dirtyhands but he was stopped by Inej who suggested it'd perhaps be better to check up on you first, saying she'd handle them (though her definition of handling the situation was much calmer and more reasonable that Kaz's). Though reluctantly he ended up listening to his friends, not keen on breaking his promise of always being there shall you need him.

“Love.” The use of the pet name made you look up finally. Seeing the glossiness of your eyes he stretches out his hand, deciding last second to lay it right next to yours instead of risking trying to put it on top. “I won't say I know how you're feeling as I know I never will but please be aware that whenever you need me I'm right there by your side..” He looks down at your almost touching hands for a moment, trying to find more he could say to comfort you. To his relief though you speak up this time. “Sometimes it.... it just feels like no matter how hard I try I can't seem to be enough of a man.” You cure yourself silently for the way your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, pushing your head back in its old position. Meanwhile Kaz could swear he can feel something chipping away at his heart with how sure you sound of something that is not only hurting you but blatantly false.

“I might not know how you're feeling.... but I know there's voices.” He let's his gloved hand hover above yours, hoping his words are ones good enough. “Voices inside your head and heart, voices that seem to come from everywhere and sometimes even the voices of other people. They're telling you lies and things you don't deserve.” He finally seems to have won the battle he silently had with himself as he let's his hand rest on yours lightly. “Listen to mine instead.”

You look up fully this time to see Kaz already looking at you, eyes filled with rare emotion. “You are without question the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes upon. Absolutely dashing, stronger than anyone I've ever known, so stunningly brave. I know many men who think of themselves as powerful, strong, the best and I can guarantee you none of them stand a chance against you. You think you need to 'try' as to be a man but you are already more man than they will ever be. You're man at heart, something I believe most of them do not possess in the first place.” Relief washes over him when you puff out a small laugh at his joke. He lifts his hand from yours again, his gaze however stays fixated on you.

You take a few seconds to take in what just happened, Kaz's words having been uncharacteristically sweet, almost shockingly so. A warmth spreads inside both your chest and cheek. While you're still processing his words Kaz gets up from your bed, returning moments later with a tissue and the glass of water you had left on the little table in your room this morning, both of which you gratefully accept.

“I don't give a damn about who or what you were said to be much over a decade ago. I care about the beautiful, perfect man you grew up to be that I have the privilege of getting to spend my life with. No matter what anyone says. You'll always be you, the most incredible man to exist. Inej, Jesper, Nina, Matthias, Wylan, all of them would never see you as anything less, they all love you.” He lifts his hand again, resting it on your cheek carefully. “I love you.” It's barely above a whisper, the words still hard for him to get out even after all this time but the faint smile on your face shows him you heard him fine as he removes his hand again. “I know I don't say it as much as you deserve but I'm so very lucky to have you by my side. The best of boyfriends and best of men.”

Kaz Brekker wasn't one to let his affection show often but if it meant he could have the man he loved smile at him as strikingly as you did right now maybe he'd consider doing it more often.

<3

[kaijime]

I really love your writing and I was happy you were able to do couple of my requests before. But may I have candy cane with "It's not going to fit" and/or "You're bigger than I expected" with Kageyama and Shoyo? I imagine them competing each other who can make you cum more especially after Shoyo returns from Brazil.

“It’s not going to fit” + “you’re bigger than I expected” with hinata shoyo and kageyama tobio

cw. threesome, mentions of oral (receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, slight overstimulation.

a/n. this request just tucked me in and slapped my ass, just...hnnn pls

When your friend Hinata told you to keep him company after he came back from his trip, you didn’t think much of it. You went to a little corner cafe you would often buy your daily coffee in, and that’s where it all went downhill.

From the moment he found his old high school setter waiting in line, that’s where the trouble began. It started off as light chit chat, small talk, but you could sense a tension in the air. It was unbearable to watch them argue about whatever they were arguing now, you stopped paying attention a long time ago.

“So what do you say Y/n?” Hinata said, his tone sounded agitated, almost angry, matching with Kageyama’s frown.

“I’m sorry, to what?” You were genuinely not giving them any attention, sipping on your coffee and calmly looking out the window, you realize you probably should’ve paid mind to their conversation.

“A threesome. You don’t have to do it, we just want to see who could make you cum more”

Now, there was no turning back, not when you were in the middle of the two men. Kageyama behind you with a hand on your naked chest and teasing your nipples, while Hinata used his skillful fingers to stretch you out. You were on top of his lap, whining everytime his fingers grazed that little spot inside of you, driving you closer to your second orgasm, Kageyama already made you cum on his tongue.

“Fuck, too much-!” Your flushed face grew warmer, if possible, and the squelching sounds coming from your sloppy pussy made Hinata painfully hard. He watched closely to your body’s signs, you face contorting slightly, the walls around his fingers getting tighter, and your arching back, telling him that you were just on the brink of an orgasm.

You desperately looked for something to hold onto, finding that comfort in Tobio’s hand as he laced his fingers with yours to help you cope with the immense feeling. Heavy and gasping breaths slipped out of your mouth while you gushed around his fingers, and he knew you were ready to take him.

Moments after you finished he was sitting on the bed, slipping off his pants to reveal his cock, the head bumping against his lower abdomen, and of course your piercing stare couldn’t go unnoticed by him. “Tell me what you’re thinking, beautiful”

“Nothing you’re just uh-um” you stuttered to find the right words, how could you ever say that his body heigh didn’t match his cock at all? “You’re bigger than I expected”

“Heh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself...” he lowers your hips until he can touch your folds with his tip, he gathered up the slick that was dripping out of your hole, making it easier to slide in. “Gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget all about Kageyama”

The black haired male frowned but at the same time planned how he would make you fall apart against him, much better than Hinata could ever do it.

“Yes y-yes yes! Oh fuck... oh!” Your moans music to their ears, by this time your juices had already leaked down Hinata’s cock and went straight to his thighs and lap, and the sound of wet skin slapping got louder by the thrust. “Hah! Hm... love it so much”

“Fuck... think I’m gonna cum if you keep clenching on me like that”

“Aw, gonna cum so quickly Shoyo? You’re not going to let her finish if you do it before her” Kageyama teased, it only made the ginger shove his hips upwards to meet your with more fevor. Your needy bounces could only last for so long when the aching in between your thighs became so much, so he grabbed your hips with a bruising grip and bounced you on his own.

“Mhmm, just like th-that... fuck fuck-!” You said as you came, your walls contracting and pulsing deliciously around him, and he couldn’t help but overstimulate you. Not too much, just while he finished.

It was incredible how his hips were practically moving on their own, searching for that final release he finally got when he gave one final, sharp thrust, burying himself deep inside of you. And as you felt the warmth of his cum on your insides, you also felt another pair of hands traveling your body in an impatient way.

Kageyama didn’t even leave you there for another second after Hinata recovered from his high, lifting you and positioning you to lay on the bed. He pried your legs open with little to no effort and stared into your eyes, and you could swear determination was the only thing shining in them.

He didn’t waste any time prodding at your entrance and rubbing his tip along your folds, he knew it was going to take a bit more from you to take him all in. You propped up on your elbows to watch him and immediately regretted it.

“It’s not going to fit!” You exclaim.

“Oh don’t be stupid, you’re already so stretched out, little whore” you clenched at the degrading name, making it all the more pleasurable when he finally entered you and bottomed out inside of you. “Now tell me, who do you like the most? My cock... or Hinata’s?”

“Yours! Yours is better Tobio...” you cry, clawing at his back.

“Looks like aside from making her cum more than you did, I’m gonna have to teach you how to properly fuck a woman”

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[stolen-llullabies]

Shadow and Bone Rambles

So many thoughts and feelings. Did I stay strong for 2 days only to succumb to a 9-hour marathon even though I have 2 more exams? Yes.

Ingenious

Jesper and Milos

I love how the conductors version of a stress ball is a goat

I dont like the darkling but I like ben barnes so now what

"and I will be right here" i snorted so hard Im so happy to be able to see this

Also I loveee my baby crows sm

I love how the show adds a this warmth to crows banter that wasnt as palpable in the books.

Genya is so stunning idfk what to do

Also I love how they included that scene in the train with jesper that way anyone whose like 'bUT hE iSn'T RElEvaNT' would stfu

"No human being should be as proud as you are right now"

"Shutup, jesper"

Read throne of wolves and seeing a specific character broke my heart

Genya and david are amazing. I love them

Also, the scene in ep 2 was so unnecessary when right before her bath, they showed her butt like it's Ramadan??? behave.

THE TENSION BETWEEN INEJ AND KAZS IS SO THICK

LMFAOO JESPER FLIRTING WAS SO FUNNY TO ME

Mal smashing glass on the master is so funny hes like u deserve no rights, thank yew.

Lmao they casted the roles for those *men* so spectacularly I wanna kill em all

The apararat is so creepy.

Alina's reaction in the library to him is so valid, like thats all women to creepy men.

I'm laughing so hard omfg she just PUT HERSELF IN THERE AHAHAHAHAHA

Ivan is so funny

How the fuck is ben so attractive like I just want to hold his face

So u guys know how Mathias described the way that nina speaker as musical ITS SO TRUE the actress is so talented like pls talk to me forever

Zoya bby

Omfg that entire scene under the wagon all of it was just for us

Jes

I've never heard a word said with more disdain

Omfg when kaz used his cane as a reason to not help it was the same as captain holt pulling the gay card

Also kaz taking steps back when he encountered the darkling

When darkling said 'you're just a child but she's grisha' really shows that they're not ppl to him

Kaz giving that hint of a smile to Jesper when they were teasing him, please

Inej doing the one thing she never wanted to do for Kaz, and Kaz putting his entire empire on the line for her. I love them, your honour.

That entire campfire scene

I actually laughed out loud so many times, and that's so hard to do.

Bonus: My favourite scene is the one when the three of them are under the wagon, but my SECOND favourite is when Jesper opens the door, and David is just reading. I rewatched it like 8 times. It's so funny.

[rainandhotchocolate]

Unexpected

A/N Merry christmas to Australians and NZ-enders! For the rest of ya, hope your holidays are going well :)) If not, here’s a fic to read on the toilet whislt ignoring your family xx this is my first grishaverse fic so pls be kind I don’t think I’ve quite gotten the characterisation yet but also I need to write like 4 in the next two days so WELP 

Kaz brekker x reader

Y/N twirled around, her skirt swishing out in a circle around her. Nina cheered loudly, Jesper grinning beside her as they leaned against the small table sitting in the small house. She was wearing a deep blue dress that hugged tightly to her curvy frame, hanging earrings that had matching blue gems sitting in a large curling silver tree. Nina had coloured her cheeks and given a soft glow to her skin and had made her hair shine a little brighter than normal. It wasn’t much, but it was the first time in a long time that Y/N had felt somewhat pretty again, and was definitely better than the peasant pants and army boots that made her feel like a small boy.

“Well Kaz is going to be confused for sure,” Nina winked at her but Y/N just rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Y/N liked to annoy Kaz by flirting incessantly, but a little more hidden was the fact that Y/N had developed a small and irritating crush on him ever since he’d inducted her into the small group after the heist, given Nina’s… inability to leave the house.

“Honestly, I’m a little confused myself,” Jesper smiled slyly, moving over to the hallway to call Kaz up. He’d been told to disappear for thirty minutes whilst they got Y/N ready. Kaz had been frustrated at first, and was very close to telling them to fuck off but Mattias had stepped in to tell him to let Nina do at least one thing to distract herself.

The familiar clicking of Kaz’s cane could be heard coming up the corridor, his growling face moving into the kitchen area.

“Are we ready?” Kaz’s eyes scrolled up and down Y/N’s outfit and Y/N winked at him.

“Like what you see?”

“It’ll do. Do we need to go over this again?” Kaz raised an eyebrow at her and Y/N huffed.

“I do remember the very small task you asked from me.”

“Just bat your pretty eyes and get me my information, let’s go.” Kaz turned around on the spot and limped towards the front door.

“I guess I’m off,” Y/N turned to Nina and Jesper, “No mourners.”

“No funerals,” they called back, Nina giggling softly as Y/N adjusted her breasts slightly so that they sat higher in her dress and eyes glittering.  

Nina had found her in Ketterdam, begging for money on the side of the street wearing a destroyed Ravka army uniform about a year ago, and had helped her find work with some of the lower downs in Kaz’s crew. She hadn’t heard from Nina in months, but had gotten a letter telling her to meet a the edge of town and wear a costume. Kaz had known who she was, though Y/N had been surprised that he’d ever noticed her given that she was normally in the casino wearing a tight-fitting golden dress and bringing drinks over to handsy businessmen. It was because of this that she would be good for the job, she knew how to get in and out of a casino unnoticed and definitely knew how to get a guy to follow her around a room.

Kaz and Y/N sailed towards the main canal in Ketterdam, wearing Mister Crimson and The Lost Bride outfits over their clothes. It was loud amongst the canals, tourists blustering around the cobblestone streets wearing almost nothing against the cool evening air. They moved surreptitiously towards the casinos, Kaz ducking his head every few metres when he spotted someone he knew wandering along the streets. The plan was simple enough, Y/N was an unknown in relation to Kaz and was one of the crows who could safely move around the streets without someone alerting the Stadwatch.

They glided underneath a bridge where Kaz looped a large a rope attached to the boat to the small entry point to the sewer system underneath the casino’s where Kaz would wait. He said nothing as they stepped out, Y/N stripping off The Lost Bride costume and holding her hands out to show him the outfit once more.

“Look good enough to seduce a guard?”

“He always goes for the girls with larger chests, so – “ Kaz cut himself off as he gestured towards Y/N’s chest. Y/N grinned and pulled her dress down a little more, revealing a bit more of herself.

“Better?”

“I better not regret involving you.” Kaz hissed, somewhat to himself, staring at the giggling girl in front of him.

“Let’s not underestimate the pretty ones, Brekker,” Y/N pouted and hoped back into the small boat. “I’ll see you soon!”

She waved a little over exaggeratedly and watched as Kaz shook his head before turning back to the canal and where she needed to dock to join the flock of tourists. She smiled brightly at one of the guards who was tying boats and helping guests out of the boats, deliberately pointing towards the Emerald Palace to try and filter tourists towards Pekka’s casino.

“Thanks so much!” Y/N cooed, smiling up at the guard who held out a hand for her, “Would you mind keeping an eye on that boat? I’d love to make sure I have one to get me safely home.”

“Of course, Miss,” The guard nodded his head, clearly glancing at her overfull bosom.

“Oh, thank you!” Y/N gripped onto his arm softly and walked away from him, turning back to give him a small wave over her shoulder. He was still watching her, blinking a little dazedly.

She moved quickly through the crowd, a little unsteady on her heels, heading towards the Silver Sun casino where Kaz had said Van Eck’s head guard spent his Saturday nights getting drunk and stalking the easiest girls in the club. Tonight, that would be Y/N.

She wasn’t questioned as she made her way inside, heading straight to the bar to get a drink, sans alcohol, not that it would look like that. She sat at the bar casually, watching over the crowd, scanning for the man Jesper and Kaz had described to her over and over again. Spotted. The large man, grey beard and pot belly with a small gold earring on his right ear and a booming laugh was sitting at a table to her right, holding a set of cards in his hands. Y/N prepared herself, shaking up her hair slightly and sipping some of her drink before stumbling towards the table, a drunken smile playing on her lips.

“Whose winning over here?” She slurred a little loudly, leaning over the edge of the table so that her breasts were in the corner of the Guards eyeline.

“That would be me,” He gave her a sly smile, “But I could use a bit more luck?”

“That’s what I’m here for, lovely,” Y/N bit her lip, giving him a very obvious once over and sitting down in his lap.

They spoke intermittently for a few minutes as the guard continued to play, looping his arm around her waist at one point, his greasy hands sliding against the soft dress.

“I want another drink,” Y/N pouted, “Can we get some more?”

“Of course,” the guard grinned at the men around the table, “We’ll be back soon.”

“Sure thing,” The man to his right winked back, taking his cards back as Y/N and the guard stood up and headed towards the bar.

“What would you like, beautiful?”

“Champagne!” Y/N giggled, pushing her chest upwards and hands behind her back.

“Done,” the guard ordered and handing her a glass of champagne that was very full. Y/N sipped it softly and smiled up at him.

“So, what does someone as fit as you do? Surely something brave and heroic.” Y/N slurred a little, feeling up his arm and gripping softly on his bicep.

“I’m a guard, for a very powerful man in the city,” He bragged, looming over her with a creeping smile.

“Who!’ Y/N widened her eyes and pretended to look impressed, “Come on, you have to tell me.”

“Ahh I don’t know.”

Y/N pouted, pressing herself up against the guards chest and looking up at him.

“Please…” She batted her eyelids and he grinned at her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear. Y/N supressed a shudder.

“Mr Van Eck,” he whispered softly, clearly trying to be seductive.

“Wow,” Y/N bit her lip as he pulled away. “You must have done some amazing things! You know, if you buy us a room, I’d love to hear some stories.”

Y/N kept herself pressed against him and could feel his breathing increasing steadily.

“Well I am currently his most trusted guard.”

Y/N gasped, creeping an arm around his waist.

“I do love important men, they always know how to treat a lady.”

It was as if he couldn’t help himself, stuttering over words as Y/N moved her hands slowly across his back.

“I’m currently entrusted with ensuring the safety of his wife,” He whispered again, smiling as she bit her lip once more.

“You care for his wife! Mmm a soft side huh?” Y/N licked her lower lip softly, keeping her eyes on the man in front of her.

“You know I’ve got a place just around the corner…” The guard started to guide her towards the front door before Y/N had even replied, keeping up her pretence of stumbling as they made their way back out into the street. Y/N gripping tightly onto his arm and giggling every time she bumped into him.

“Oh wait, wait, I think I’m going to be sick.” Y/N stumbled sideways and away from the guard once they had stepped outside the tourist crowds and towards a small alleyway to her right.

“We shouldn’t wait here, it’s not safe for a girl like you,” the guard tried to pull her back to him but she moved sideways and stumbled forwards, pretending to lean over the wall of the alley way. The guard huffed, clearly annoyed at the detour but followed her off the main road. Bad move, Y/N thought, rolling her eyes as Kaz began limping out of the shadows and towards the man who still had his eyes on Y/N.

His cane whipped out and slammed into the guards knees, his body hitting the ground hard. Kaz moved over, looming over him, his preferred position over his enemies. He was still wearing the Mister crimson outfit but Y/N had winced when she saw the cane, closing her eyes. They had told him again and again that it was too obvious, but he’d refused to give it up, holding it tight to his body now like a hardened security blanket.

Y/N could see a flash of recognition in the guard’s eyes when he realised he wasn’t just being mugged, but he was being mugged by Kaz Brekker, his expression turning from fear to excitement.

“Look who we have here! The cripple king himself.” The guard struggled to move backwards and out of Kaz’s reach, sitting back against the alleyway wall. Y/N kept her pretence of fear, cowering back into the shadows as Kaz stalked his prey.

“Are you missing your pretty little spider?” Y/N could sense Kaz’ anger flaring when he mentioned Inej, still prisoner to Van Eck, and Kaz’ one failure. In Kaz’s momentary lapse of concentration the guard had pulled out a knife and swiped into the air, cutting across the front of Kaz’s body.

Kaz stumbled backwards and towards Y/N, which confused her more than anything. The knife was small and would have barely touched him, let alone give enough force to push him backwards. The guard stood up as Y/N stumbled sideways, shrieking loudly as she moved out of Kaz’s way, hiding behind the guard. She poked her head out from behind him, looking over at where Kaz was cradling his… glove? Fuck.

His glove had been slashed completely open, his right hand now completely bare against the cool Ketterdam evening.

“Pathetic,” The guard spat, “What kind of mastermind are you?”

“The kind with an accomplice.” Y/N slammed her knee in between the guards legs, pulling her hand around the front of his face when he was doubled over and pulling him backwards and away from Kaz before slamming his head against the stone wall. The guard slid softly down the wall, unconscious.

Y/N leaned down and rummaged through the guards coat, pulling out two sets of keys and hanging them in front of Kaz.

“These what you needed?”

“I didn’t need your help,” He hissed, jamming his right hand into his pocket. “This is ten times more conspicuous than the original plan.”

“That plan wasn’t going to work since you refused to leave your cane,” Y/N hissed back, pocketing the keys, “And a simple thank you would suffice.”

She rubbed her hands against her dress and checked on the guard. He was out cold, hopefully, a concussion.

“How did you know how to do that?” Kaz said after a moment, his face contorted as if it hurt to ask.

“Not that you ever asked, but I was in the second army. I know how to fight.” Y/N shrugged, handing Kaz his cane back which he’d dropped when his glove had been slashed. Y/N never asked about why he was always covered, but it wasn’t hard to guess that it had something to do with his bare skin against, well, anything. Great person to have a thing for.

“Right.” Kaz was still staring at her. It was a new stare, his head crooked to one side, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Kaz murmured, lowering his gaze, “Let’s get back.”

When they arrived back at the house, everyone was still awake and sitting around the table. Nina was biting her nails as Mattias rubbed circles on her back. Jesper was practising cards by himself whilst Wylan watched him, calling out his mistakes every few minutes. They all looked up when Kaz and Y/N entered.

“So?”

“What happened to your glove?”

“You destroyed your dress!”

“Did we get the keys?”

“Can I not come home to peace for once,” Kaz growled, moving straight inside and towards the bedroom.

“No!” Nina called to him as he passed, “Y/N, what happened?”

“Well basically, I saved his life and now he is indebted to me forever.”

“Oh man, I need to hear about Kaz needing saving please.” Jesper begged, holding out his hands to her, “I will do anything, ANYTHING!”

“You all need to calm down,” Kaz had returned, a new glove on his right hand and his composure returned. “If anything she ruined half the plan.”

“Oh, you’re just jealous that I got the keys and you didn’t.”

“You got the keys instead of him?” Mattias looked impressed, though Y/N was sure it was just because he was desperate to take Kaz down a peg. Kaz scowled at him and Jesper snorted with laughter.

“I wish I could have seen Kaz’s face! Please tell me you absolutely destroyed the guard,” Jesper was sitting upon his seat, grinning mischievously.

“Knocked unconscious by yours truly.” Y/N bowed low.

“You’ve got to teach me some time,” Nina shook her head, “I never got into training with the second army back home.”

“You knew?” Kaz narrowed his eyes at Nina, “You didn’t think to mention she could fight?”

“I prefer to subvert your expectations,” Nina winked at him. “Come on tell us what happened.”

Y/N launched into the story, over exaggerating every so often to Kaz’s annoyance. The crows looked impressed by the end of the story, Kaz staring at her in the same confusing expression as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Well I know who I’m picking for partner next time around,” Nina leaned into Mattias, who was now playing softly with her hair.

Y/N blew her a kiss, turning back to Kaz.

“Here are the keys, I’m going to wash myself and go to bed because I am covered in drool.” Y/N bid them farewell and started to get ready for bed. It wasn’t until she had been laying in bed, wide awake, for over an hour that she heard a soft knocking on the door.

“Come in.” She called, sitting up in bed, leaning on the back wall where the cot was pushed up against. Kaz was standing in the doorway when it opened, his cane tapping against the side of the door frame. Y/N raised an eyebrow when he walked in slowly, closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t spent time alone before, but he’d never come into her bedroom just as she would never dare enter his (though part of her wondered if he had trophies of all his enemies hanging up in there).

He didn’t say anything for a second, sitting in the small chair by her bed and pursing his lips.

“I just… wanted to say thank you.” He spoke softly, kinder than Y/N was used to. “For helping me.”

Y/N was momentarily shocked. Kaz wasn’t looking at her, rolling the cane around in his hands.

“Of course.” Y/N wanted to say more, ask if he was ok, what had happened to him. But she knew he wasn’t ready for that, if anything it would just push him back into the closet. “Anytime.”

Kaz lifted his head momentarily and gave her what looked like a smile.

“Sleep well.” He left the room slowly, turning back to look at her once before he left and the room was once again plunged into darkness.

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[i-love-you-sexy-human]

echolessvoid

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

#reblog #donthesitate #helpfultips

[inconvenient-sneezes]

“You do realize you’re allowed to sneeze in your own home, right?” House quipped, pointed accusingly at Wilson’s irritated, red nose. “That thing is just begging you to let it sneeze.”

Wilson blushed bright crimson and swallowed hard. “Sorry, I just haahhhh... hate this.”

[[this is a continuation — read part one here and part two here]]

Chapter III

***

Wilson shivered in his bed, shaking with fever. He light brown hair stuck to his forehead and he opened his eyes in a daze; Wilson stared in shock as Cynthia, his cancer patient, glared at him from across the room.

“Why’d you let me die?” she asked him, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m dead because of you!”

“No...” Wilson scrambled back into his bed post. He shook his head. “No, you’re not— it’s not my fault!”

“My chest hurts.” The young woman clutched her chest, gasping for breath. “I can’t... br-breathe...”

No, this could not be happening. Wilson swung his feet over the side of the bed and stumbled over to where she sat, taking in shallow breaths. Her eyes abruptly rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the floor.

“No!” the oncologist shouted, watching her lifeless body. He placed one hand over the other and attempted to manually beat a rhythm into her heart. 1, 2, 3, 4... “C’mon, Cynthia! Breathe! You can do it!” Wilson panted, pressing down on the woman’s chest, still counting. “Breathe! Breathe!”

House threw opened the door loudly. “Wilson! What the hell are you—?” He cursed under his breath, groceries falling from his hands.

Wilson felt somebody else’s hands on his shoulders, pulling him off his patient. “No, I can save her! It’s me, I have too—” He broke off into an intense fit of coughing, causing him to be the one gasping for breath.

“Wilson! You’re okay, you’re hallucinating. Listen to my voice. There’s nobody here except you and me. No patients.”

Wilson finally stopped coughing and looked around at the now empty room. “But where’s...? Where’s Cynthia?”

House hauled the other man to his feet. “She’s gone. Not here, that’s for sure.” With one arm tossed over House’s shoulder, the pair hobbled over towards the bed, where Wilson climbed back in.

“It’s so h-hot,” he informed his friend, teeth chattering.

House groaned. “I think you’re fever got worse. Which means you just made my life a lot harder.”

“S-sorry,” Wilson mumbled, eyes watering.

House blinked, in complete shock that Wilson would be so emotional. “Wilson, that’s not what I meant. Don’t cry, I don’t do ‘crying grown men.’ It’s not in my job descrip—”

Wilson shook his head, jaw slack. “Ah’KTSCHOOO! Hurr’ESHHH!”

“Ah. You weren’t crying, your eyes were just watering because you had to sneeze. Right. Well, you can just forget everything I said.”

“Hih’TSHUUUHH!”

“Bless.” House was wringing out a cold wash cloth. He placed it on Wilson’s forehead and another across his neck, causing him to sigh in relief.

“Thad feels good.”

“It’s supposed to you moron. You were burning up. Still are, technically. Go to sleep and do us all a favor.”

***

When Wilson woke up — completely lucid and fever broken — he didn’t recall House even being there. 

He let out a light moan and kicked off the sweat-soaked sheets. “Sdff...” he sniffled, rubbed the back of his hand against his nose. When he reopened his eyes, he was only half-surprised that his pants and shirt seemed to be missing; he’d probably just slept in his boxers in his fever-induced haze.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” House said, pushing open the door with his cane.

Wilson gasped and quickly yanked the blankets up to his chin, covering his exposed body. “Oh! H-House! Oh by god, how did you—?”

“Relax,” House told him with a necessary eye-roll. “It’s not as if I’ve never seen you naked before.”

When Wilson gave him a confused looked, House continued. “Oh, wait. Yeah, this might be a first.”

“How did you even get in huhhh... h-here?” He discreetly rubbed a finger under his nose, trying to hold it at bay.

“You gave me a key, dumbass.”

“Oh. Rihhhh... ihhh... right.”

“You do realize you’re allowed to sneeze in your own home, right?” House quipped, pointed accusingly at Wilson’s red nose. “That thing is just begging you to let it sneeze.”

Wilson blushed bright crimson and swallowed hard. “Sorry, I just haahhhh... hate this.”

“You’re sick; it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Easy for you to sahh... s-say.” Wilson’s speaking was getting more and more breathy and his nostrils were flaring excitedly. “Ehhh... hahhh...”

“Let it out! Let it out!” House cheered, pounded his cane on the floor in a rhythm.

Wilson pressed the knuckle of his index finger to the underside of his nose, cruelly stopping the sneeze. “Thad’s better.”

“Is it though?” House squinted, considering. “No, I don’t think so.”

As Wilson shakily lowered his hand, his breath caught and began hitching. Before he could do anything, the tickle came barreling back, full force. 

“Hurr’ASHHOOO! Eh’TSCHHH! K’SHHH! Hep’TCHUHH!” Shoulders hunched, he sneezed on into cupped hands as House watched on, pretending to be intrigued. 

“Wow, that’s like, 12 isn’t it?”

“Hah’ASCHHH!” Wilson sniffed thickly behind his hand. “Ub... House?”

“What? You’re expecting an applause?”

He watched Wilson’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Do you have a tissue?” “I have a sleeve. Two, actually,” House answered, glancing down at his plaid sleeves.

“Pl-please. I have t-to... ahhh... ahhH!” He was gulping in air, trying so hard not to give in to the relentless itch. “Ehh... H-House!”

“Fine, fine.” He turned away, digging through the plastic bags for the tissues, all the while having to listen to Wilson’s idiotic, hitching breaths.

Finally, the need to sneeze was too great and Wilson’s eyes fluttered shut. “AhhH!” 

He felt House pressing a handful of tissues up to his face and he let go. “Ih’TSHHH! Ak’SHOOO! Huhh... hehhH! Hur’EXXXSHHHH!” He sighed into the soft tissue in relief.

“Blow,” House ordered, still holding the somewhat-damp tissues to his friend’s face.

“Whad? Bud House I cad’t—”

“Don’t argue, can you even hear yourself? You’re congested and it’s annoying. B-L-O-W,” he snapped.

Wilson did as instructed and felt relief as well as embarrassment afterwards. “If you ever mention that to anyone, I’ll tell everyone about your monthly mani/pedi appointments.”

“I like my nails in good shape!”

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Ripples of the past- Chapter 1

The shadows never forget

Early January

The burn of cold red brick ripping against his face was nothing compared to the heavy beating against the man’s back. One after another, blow after blow as he was held down by two men just as strong so the two others took their turns with him. “Pl-please… st-top,” He weakly begged. They’d thrown off his shirt, making the attacks hit dead against his already heavily beaten flesh.

He heard one of the men behind him laugh. “Well maybe next time you’ll think twice before you take what isn’t yours,” The beatings stopped after that. He must have gestured to the two holding him down, because they both suddenly let go at the same time, causing the beaten and broken man to fall limp against the brick of the alley wall.

He peered weakly over, seeing them rummage through his wallet, taking out the money he’d previously stolen from the same people who just finished beating him to a pulp, along with a little extra. “That’ll teach you a lesson,” One of them said.

“Maybe try getting a job instead of stealing from people ya freak,” Another added in. They continued to hiss out their venomous taunts, all of which simply bounced off the man’s weak form. Eventually though, they just left him to lay there, bare chest in the cold, his wallet more empty than when he’d started the night.

He remained there for a long period of time, barely able to pull on his coat to at least deflect the cold air nipping at his skin. His ears perked up though when he heard another pair of feet approaching him, echoing off the walls. Part of him feared it was one of those guys, coming back to finish him off, but then there was another sound accompanying the pair of footsteps. There were two clicks of shoes against the concrete, and a tap following of something else.

“Resorting back to your old pick pocketing ways?” His eyes widened, body tensing up as he immediately recognized the voice. No! He thought desperately. Not him, anyone but him!

“Poor magician. Lost and alone, only knowing how to do one thing; steal. Right Marvin?” The magician looked up, turning his head to weakly see the red baring figure above him. His face bore a wicked smirk as always, his eyes dark and looking down upon him. “It’s good to see you old friend.”

The magician wrinkled his nose. “Can’t exactly say the same,” His voice was weak and broken. He could hardly make the words loud enough to be audible, but in the empty alleyway, they were clear enough. “Finally here to kill me?”

“Kill you?” He echoed out. “Now dear Marvin why would I want to kill you? You know that’s not my way,” A cheeky grin scratched across his face as he went on. “Maybe it is for you, but I prefer that my client’s blood isn’t spraying across the walls.”

Marvin winced at the words, they all rang much too painfully. “Stop,” He begged. This was almost worse then the beatings. “What do you want Phantom?”

“I’m glad you asked,” The red dealing demon reached into his coat, pulling out a scroll, letting it fall opened as he stuck his cane under his arm. The parchment barely touched the ground as he showed it off to Marvin. “I’ve revised our deal. I think you’ll find this one to be much more profitable.”

Marvin snickered weakly under his crushed form. “You’re really thick enough to think I’d ever make a new deal with you?” He spat out.

Phantom pouted, giving him overly faked pleading eyes. “Won’t you at least read it over Marvin? You don’t even know what I’m asking for.”

Marvin knew how this was going to go. He made a naive agreement with him years ago, and it killed someone very close to him. Marvin in turn ruined Phantom’s little “collector’s business.” Though he had no idea how he did it, but Phantom must have fixed the damage he caused, and now he wants Marvin back. If there’s one thing he knows about Phantom, he doesn’t like losing.

“Lemme guess,” Marvin groaned as he began crawling to his feet, using the wall to keep a better balance. “You want me to return your stolen books, and help you collect more victims for your deals?” Marvin glared at him with venom in his eyes. He flexed his fingers, nails scratching against the rough brick behind him.”Well it’s never going to happen!”

Phantom smiled. “Come on Marvin. I know you well enough to know that if you really weren’t interested, you’d take me out right here and now. But you’re not, and we’re still talking,” He flicked the scroll up, rolling it together again and stuffing it into his coat again. “Why don’t we go talk somewhere a bit more private? We can go to my place. I have a beautiful house just out of the city. Let me make you some dinner and we can talk,” Marvin felt his mouth start to water at the mention of food. He hadn’t eaten much in time he’d been away from the egos. He had some money he’d been saving that he took with him, but it wasn’t much, and he wasn’t ready to go back to them.

The phantom saw the hungering eyes of the magician, and put out his hand. Marvin looked at it hesitantly, eyes switching between the appendage and the demon’s red eyes. This was wrong, he knew it was a mistake, but he’d made so many before, and couldn’t see what difference one more would make anymore. He let out a long sigh, his shoulders hunching over. “You’re already inviting me to your home and making me dinner?” Marvin jokingly said.

The other figment smiled widely as Marvin laid his hand over his own. “I’m very forgiving that way Marvin,” He helped pull the magician to his feet, but after the brutal attack he’d withstood, his body wasn’t ready to hold himself up. Marvin fell forward into Phantom’s arm. The red dealer caught him, holding him up against his chest. “I’ve got you Marvin,” He whispered into his ear. The magician, while tense and afraid at first, started to feel his body relax in his arm. “I’ve got you,” In a puff of red smoke, the two disappeared from the damp alleyway.

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DAT KINK MEME  //  sebastian o’shannon 

GENERAL

ROMANCE/AFFECTION:  sebastian is a little... difficult with this one. he certainly feels romantically toward people, and has fond feelings of affections. but he struggles making that clear. he is NOT comfortable with outward displays, even if it’s done in subtle ways. it doesn’t come naturally to him-- it doesn’t just happen like with some people. it’s something he has to actively make himself show. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he kinda... forgets that some people want/need it?? and in the same respect, he doesn’t mind at all people who don’t feel it/don’t show it in return like?? he’ll never be that person worrying like ‘oh they’re not being affectionate/romantic’ in the traditional sense. honestly, for sebastian, there is nothing more romantic than someone he can sit in silence with, doing things together or separately. it’s more the fact that they are there that matters to him. bc he could very easily be alone-- hes good on his own, very used to his own company. so choosing to be around someone is already?? he considers?? a sign of affection??  HANDJOB/FINGERING:  sebastian likes to touch people-- to explore their body, in either a sexual way or not. he likes exploring, seeing what they like and don’t like. he likes to learn peoples limits and to learn when he can really press them and get a positive reaction. so this-- this is hella good okay and something he enjoys doing to someone. on the flip side-- only people he trusts and has some form of emotional connection to get to touch him. so like-- he can do one night stands, definitely does bc he craves intimacy. but they do not get to touch him like this. it’s all about them. so he can come off as this hella good lover-- but actually, hes very closed off.  DEEPTHROAT: gets a power kink from someone doing this tbh like yiisss likes to hear all their noises !!  but hes not that good at doing it himself-- i mean tbf, for the longest time he outright denies even liking men in that way.  SWALLOWING: finds it a bit gross both ways tbh.  EDGING: haaahh.... yeah nobody can really edge sebastian. i mean they could try and he’d certainly enjoy watching them try but like?? hes literally too powerful and has no problem over powering someone to get what he wants/needs. on the other hand, hes gets a kick outta doing it to someone else, but it’s not really something he does all that often.  TEASING:  he’ll do all he can to purposely push someones buttons and tease them bc why the fuck not?? it’s fun. but gets heeellaa sulky when someone does it to him like damn. 

DOMINATION

DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?:   eehhh?? he can be seem to be dominant tbh but-- it’s more about sebastian is Controlling, rather than dominant. so while he leans toward submissive, he see’s such power in it and he will always be in control of the situation, in the sense of setting up limits/rules etc himself, or in the sense that-- hes fucking powerful, he’ll take back control whenever he fucken wants it. which also-- someone pushing that is hella fun to see.  TOP OR BOTTOM?:   prefers to bottom, likes watching the other person a lot tbh, but also obvs with the control thing it can so easily switch if he feels the person is taking Too Much  DOMESTIC SERVITUDE:  ........this does not compute. he does Not want someone doing that for him and he’s not gonna fucken do it for them wtf he is salazar slytherin reincarnate fuck off.  PETPLAY: for all his control.... he is hella weak here. this is the kinda scene/instance to get him into where it’s all gone. he is utterly submissive here and he hates that he has such a big kink for it like. to the point where he doesn’t even like sharing it with the person hes with. he’d much rather disguise himself and go to a club and get what he needs from a regular dom there for example, who doesn’t know him so aahhh.  DISCIPLINE:  heeeh, again, power and control kink, so seb is fucken h e r e for this!! but again-- hates admitting how much he craves it in return.  BEGGING:  sebastian o’shannon does not beg, he does not give up that much control wtf?? except for the fact that...... he totally fucking does. and again, he Hates that he enjoys it sm, hates that he loves and sometimes needs to be pushed that far.  FORCED ORGASM:  not into it at all  ORGASM DENIAL:  like, ties in with the edging tbh in this case 

RESTRICTIVE

GAG: he’ll gag someone else but don’t gag him he has Issues with it  COLLAR: tied in with petplay tbh aahhh  LEASH:  as above  BONDAGE (LIGHT):  reeaallly likes restricting his partner if that’s what they are into-- doesn’t mind light used on himself  BONDAGE (HEAVY):  again, if his partner wants it-- but doesn’t like it heavy on himself 

TOYS

DILDOS:  uses them often?? but not to the point of it being a Need PLUGS: kinda likes them being used on him thooouughhh  VIBRATORS: again, uses a lot  SOUNDING: he’d try it, prolly wouldn’t enjoy it though and just shrug it off  COCK RING: same here

GROUPS

ORGY: actually enjoys this a lot bc of the anonymity it provides  THREESOME: but this is like?? not so much. too personal.  VOYUERISM: definitely likes watching other people-- strangers, his partner etc, but so long as his partner is alone and nobody else is touching them.  EXHIBITIONISM: only to the extent of like-- semi-public acts, doesn’t like fully being watched unless it’s like in an orgy setting for example 

PAIN

LIGHT: high as fuck pain threshold so pls dewit  HEAVY: y esss!!        --and as a side note, only enjoys inflicting light pain unless the person needs more, then it’s more about them than his own enjoyment of it  NIPPLE CLAMPS: he’s curious for sure  WAX: likes the aesthetic if it’s green?? on himself?? ;D;D  BITING: he bitey. pls bite him too jfc mark him the fuck up  CANING: nonchalant about it tbh?? def would use them if his partner likes the idea  SPANKING: y e s !! in both respects  SCRATCHING: not so much tbh ehhh  HAIR PULLING: pull. his. haaiiirr!! 

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas



“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

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And Hell Followed

We are not body. We are not mind. We are not soul. We are many. We are one. For peace. For prosperity. We are the Ten.

“Dirt, two mikes.” The warning cut through the silence. Some people were praying, some were running sight diagnostics. Most of them were stretching; winning wars is limber work.

The Gargoyle gunners were working hard. Even through the ship’s filters, there was a hint of ozone, and the heavy coilguns were rocking every few seconds. The troop bay was filled with a vibration that was one part gyrodrives, one part repeaters laying down the hate.

“Dirt in thirty.”

Captain Remus was at the ramp, rifle in hand. Everyone pinged green.

“Para Mars,” he commed. In his ears a hundred voices replied.

“Para Sol.”

“Victory or death.”

The ramps dropped, revealing a relatively calm suburban street. Omega poured out, clearing the nearest houses. Maradon hardly seemed like a warzone.

Orcus, this is Santa Claus. Ten seconds. Ho ho ho. Over.

“Christmas is coming. Ten seconds.”

It was a beautiful house. Maybe it qualified as a mansion? Either way there were shells thumping out of it every few seconds. So they were clearing out artillery in the suburbs the old-fashioned way with ground pounders. Well... It didn’t seem fair to call a pulsebeam “old-fashioned”, but scopes were picking up way too many MGs to be fun. So Albert Remus did what any sane man would do. He called in gunships to destroy the pretty mansion.

The seconds counted down and... now it was rubble. Missiles. It was like getting coal under the tree.

“Three bravo, get the brass a BDA, would you?”

“We’re on it, sir.”

Orcus, this is Rampart. Relay Whitewolf. Over.

Rampart, this is Orcus actual. Send relay. over.

Nice house for a FOB. Grid romeo victory alpha tango five six six three zero four seven three two zero. How copy? Over.

Solid copy. Relay violet. Over.

Relay violet. Out.

“Three bravo how’s that piece of paper?”

“Five letters, sir.”

“Alright gents, we’re dusting off, five mikes. PLs on me.”

This house was not particularly beautiful. It did have lots of concrete and was technically not a house. It wasn’t clear what it had been, but it had a large walled yard and some gantries. Whitewolf was hanging out with a few locals when they arrived. It was admittedly odd, but they had stacked bags of concrete for the gantries.

The civilians, it turned out, were a bunch of cops and firefighters. Apparently the Dominion wasn’t too popular in the area of New Vladisgrad.

“Coalition troops, mostly Dominion regulars, hold the city west of MSR Zebra. North of ASR Gazelle are some Earth boys, but main lines are primarily further north at Rittersburg. Rampart has seven divisions pushing west up there. Down here, not much going on. There are some militia south and west of the city, mostly supporting the coalies. Most of the militia from the eastern and northern suburbs are working with these fine ladies and gentlemen of the Asprenova County Sheriff and Fire Departments. We’re here to slowly drive the ‘equatorial scum’ out of their fine city. They will in turn either convince their crosstown cousins to join us or kill them.”

“So... hit and run, some counterinsurgency, until Dominion lines around the capital collapse?”

“Bingo, Al.”

“What are we calling our fancy new abandoned factory?”

“Figured I’d leave it to you. I already got to name the highways.”

“I like Gondolin.”

“You fucking nerd.”

“Shit yeah.”

Three months and nothing had moved. Far to their north, three Commonwealth divisions were stalled in Marsgorod City. To their north, a hundred thousand Ardans were slowly advancing through the Trotsky archipelago. On the far side of the planet, the Carolans were slugging it out in the industrial cities of Novyarkhankhgelsk. The last Dominion orbital stations had fallen last month, but they’d withdrawn their last ships to atmosphere. They still had corvettes running supplies, and loyalists had turned their cities into fortresses. Short of burning civilians out, there wasn’t a way of effectively grounding the Maradonians or silencing their SAMs.

So here we are. At the far end of a thousand miles of Solar troops and some local militia. Sniping across a highway until somebody else moves.

Seven months, we’re still here but things are finally moving. Ardans cleared the Troskies, so three of their divisions are crossing the pole and the other two are coming south.

“Rampart wants to turn their flanks. The Carolans are going to make a concentrated push and try to simply shatter resistance in Novy. The capital metro is too thick though, so the other two Ardan divisions are hitting the north coast. Fourth and Seventh IXIDs are joining the fray as well, coming down over the Transverse Sea, respectively Novy and Koberezh. At the same time, our brothers in the First are shifting to our immediate northern flank.

“Our Apsrenovan friends will be on the southern flank. Our task is to punch a hole through enemy lines west of MSR Zebra. First Expeditioners, reinforced by additional Asprenovan militia, will advance through the northern suburbs to sweep everything to our north. We expect Dominion units to begin withdrawing west and north after that. Hope is, we chase them all the way to Rittersburg where we link up with Fourteenth Ten and cut off militia and guerilla units on the peninsula. From there, we detach to rejoin the Asprenovans and clear out those cut off units while the regulars do the dirty up north. You should have maps on HUD. Any questions?”

“Whitewolf?”

“The ORCA will be infiltrating ahead of time, make sure we don’t run into any surprises and provide a little distraction. Checking your maps, gridzone RVAT 564 475, there’s an apartment building and a small metro station. Belief is enemy have been stockpiling missiles in the station and have an access tunnel to the apartments. Whitewolf are going to blow the station somehow just as we’re crossing the MSR. Santa Claus takes care of the bad guys.”

So we’re a few hours into Operation Reacharound and shit’s further south than we are. Whitewolf blew the metro station and a shitload of ordnance in it, and we’re all safely on the west side of New Vladisgrad. The Fourth Imperial Division made landfall in Novy easy enough and met up with the Carolans, so even though the equatorial skies are still contested, major industrial capacity is cut off.

The probems are to our north. We connected with 1/1 and pushed Coalition regulars out of the city, but lasers out of Rittersburg hit our gunships pretty hard. So their southern flank is anchored at Rittersburg. The problem with that is the failure of Seventh IXID, who are strung out in West Koberezh but held there. Ardan Third Corps is similarly situated along the North Coast.

What it looks like is that instead of shifting weapons to Novy, the Coalies were shifting personnel back here. The only upsides are that the Fourth Imperials are joining Seventh, and the Asprenova Peninsula is cut off. Rittersburg is strongly defended, but we have it surrounded on three sides.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the news out of Eastern Marsgorod.”

Clement sneered. “Fucking barbaric.”

“Well, it brings our casualties into the hundreds of thousands, but it gives us one advantage.”

“Alan, how the hell is there an upside to those cunts dropping a city on our men?” Hadrian pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Two words: better scopes.”

Some of the gathered officers whispered to each other. Most of them were still staring at the live images out of the city. Clouds of dust where there had been skyscrapers and several Allied divisions. Coszic looked up at the young general. “I like it.”

“They started this. We need to finish it.”

The whispers quieted. Alan Young was right in more ways than one. This ward had dragged on for longer even than some of them had served. Thousands of cities had burned and millions were dead. Back home, images of the Midworlds alight with pulsebeams and lasers were causing horror. Replacements were told stories of “fire like a flood”, and planets turned to ash. It wasn’t all that hyperbolic. Still, nothing they’d seen compared to Maradon. It had been rather sedate when it began, but Dominion forces had rapidly solidified their lines and bogged down several dozen Allied divisions on the continent of Komelsk.

Viktr broke the silence. He was the only one who had served through the whole bloody affair. His cousin Michael had fallen in the first wave of attacks and scarcely a week later he and Olympia had been over this very planet, probing its defensive and crippling half a dozen cruisers in the process. He’d been over New Folsom when they got Solars out. When Regus Secundus fell, it was his fleet in orbit. It was by his command that the attacks on Maradon had been methodical, cautious. He’d seen more bloodshed than his entire staff combined.

“My cousin is young and he is rash. Burn them until the survivors surrender.”

“My lord,” Clement and Wyzowscky bowed. Coszic just smiled. The man had a disturbing amount of enthusiasm for overwhelming force.

The officers began to shuffle out. Clement and Coszic were discussing details with Alan while Viktr stood quiet.

“Tell them first. Tell them that hell is coming.”

Casanova, Cane and Abel were sitting in the troop bay of a Gargoyle as it flew into Marsgorod. The city was covered in ash, block-sized chunks seemingly plucked from it. Transports and gunships buzzed around them. There were still weapons discharging here and there, but most of the Dominion troops in the city were gathered at sports stadiums and airports to formally surrender.

“Fuck man...”

“Talk about laying down the hate.”

Marlin sidled up but didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. They were all thinking the same thing.

And I beheld a pale horse, its rider was named Death, and Hell followed behind him. Revelation 6:8a

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‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!

It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG… FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts: 1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets. 2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing. 3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered. 4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots. 5] Number two is office parking lots/garages. 6] Number three is public restrooms. 7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught. 8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming. 9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands. 10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it. ———————————————————————————————————————————- POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER: 1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would  not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target. 3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent. 4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts. 5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there. 6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly. 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble. ——————————————————————————————————————————- FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL …. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it. 2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives. 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) . b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN! 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry. If u have a heart or compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information. I hope you all will Reblog. Lets See how many of you really care for this.