#pride of ownership is real my friends

[cheapthrillsbeca]

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[earlgreylatte]

His Völunder

Qin Shi Huang

Some would consider it a bad habit, but you couldn’t really see any real harm in your behaviour. You’re just the type to take it easy, and if a sudden bout of sleepiness were to hit, then of course a little shut eye wouldn’t hurt.

And if that happened to mean you would find yourself dead asleep on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, then whatever Brunhilde didn’t know wouldn’t kill her.

With all that it mind, you were used to being roused from your sleep, either being shaken around like a rag doll, or even feeling a foot jab your ribs from some of your more vindictive sisters.

But having a finger delicately trace over the features of your countenance that rouses you from your sleep was a new experience. Despite that, you batt at the hand with a groan of sleepy annoyance, trying to return to your slumber despite the odd circumstances.

The masculine laughter that followed, however, certainly had you shooting up, nearly headbutting the source. The blindfolded man that was currently crouched above you didn’t seem to quite know what personal space was judging by how your noses were barely just brushing while he was just sporting a boyish grin

You leaned back on your hands, wondering why he was even so close if he couldn’t see.

And realizing you definitely weren’t anywhere near the north based on his clothing and the humidity in the air, you huffed. Brunhilde would definitely kill you.

“There are far better places to sleep then the middle of the forest, you know,” He speaks up, still not retreating back, “I can’t help but wonder about the unusual lady before me that would find dirt a restful spot.”

You barely let out a twitch at his teasing words, instead tilting your head at him, “And I can’t help but wonder about a man that perches himself above unusual ladies that need rest.”

He lets out another bark of laughter, seemingly the type to appreciate a bit of banter. He rises, standing tall and proud with posture that almost made you jealous. You’re about to follow his lead before you find yourself starting at his open hand. You look up at him with an unimpressed look and as if he can see you, his smile grows larger.

“Too prideful to accept a helping hand?” He ribs

With an exaggerated huff, you place your hand in his, barely registering a firm squeeze before your hoisted up in one swift movement, crashing into the stranger’s chest with a breathy squeak.

You feel the vibrations of laughter on your cheek that was smushed up against him, before pulling away, “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you?”

You probably could be more inconspicuous, but judging from the man’s lack of reaction, he didn’t seem too invested in your oddities.

“A women with features like no other in these lands slumbering without any idea where she lies?”

Or maybe not.

"Ah, well,” You trail off blankly.

“You seem more like something out of a tale than a human, my mysterious friend…”

Wait, wait, isn’t that too spot on?

“Ah! Actually, I think I hear someone calling my name! While this has been a riveting conversation, I should get going—“ You shuffle backwards, getting ready to turn tail until you feel his hand yank you back by your wrist.

"Dear lady, could it be that you descended from the heavens?” He asks, leaning down as if he was making eye contact despite his gaze being covered.

Well, yes, you did. But he doesn’t need to know that.

You balk at him, “Are you coming onto me?”

“Coming…on?” He questions, his grip loosening enough for you to pull away and ascend into the sky above him.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I’ve got monsters to slay and mortals to guide, so…”

The man stares at you for a moment before laughing loudly, “You’re a funny one! If you ever fall from the skies again, you may rest wherever you please in my lands!”

“Your lands?”

“Of course! You’re in the presence of the emperor, after all.”

You only scoff before leaving.

Mortals and their claims of ownership.

You doubt you’ll run into this weirdo ever again.

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You were innocently dozing off in your room. You were content. Sure, the fate of humanity was at stake and gods, demi or otherwise, were dropping like flies, but your bed was perfectly cozy.

But, of course, Brunhilde just had to ruin it. Slamming your door open, she entered without any regard or courtesy.

“You’ve rested long enough! It’s time to to ride this wave of victory into the next battle!” She declares, resting her hands on her hip.

You simply yawn in response, “My turn on the chopping block, I see.”

“You haven’t been paying attention to any of the bouts, have you?”

“Guilty.”

Your sister sighs in exasperation before tossing a tablet your way.

“The human you’re paired with has seemed to have…wandered off,” She explains, before trying to pull you out of bed. “We have no time to lose! Now, get up!”

Tuning out her demands, you can only stare at the image of a certain blindfolded freak on the screen.

You flop back in bed as Brunhilde screams in protest.

You should have guessed that someone as crazy as him would participate in an equally crazy tournament.

[radvelvetcakez]

Hazbin Swap AU (PT2 ig???)

ok i need to share my ideas right now. Chaggie is real. Chaggie will always be real. - During an extermination, Charlie got injured attempting to protect a sinner, only being spared when the exorcist clocked her as the princess - Vaggie, an exorcist, found her hiding and caring for her wounds, she didn't recognise her as the literal princess, but she couldnt help but feel guilty and chose to help her. She was never caught by the other angels, meaning she was blessed enough to keep her eye and wings!!!! She stayed in hell tho cause love at first sight and lalallala yeah. Sapphics guys !!!! Husk, Niffty, & Angel take the place of the Vee's - they're that overlord trio. They're probably a bit more.. Merciful (except for Niffty she's deranged) but yk. Still inherently bad people n stuff Vox is the first hotel resident - except he & Alastor still have beef. He only showed up so he could do the exact opposite of proving the hotel to work as a big fuck you. Alastor does NOT want him there but he's their only guest so he kind of has to just accept it - he acts all friendly because he knows it pisses Vox off OVERLORD VAGGIE !!!! Charlie & Vaggie basically co-own souls - when Charlie says they share EVERYTHING she means EVERYTHING. Charlie already owned a lot of souls before meeting Vaggie, because, you know, she actually better embodies the whole "princess of hell" in this, and when they got together she was IMMEDIATELY LIKE "Vaggie I have a GENIUS idea. Since we're like girlfriends and stuff we should totes share like EVERYTHING so do you want to like - co-own all the souls I have?" And so Vaggie rose to power fairly quickly. Dating the princess of hell does wonders man Obviously. Alastor is the one starting the hotel, and Rosie is like. His Vaggie basically, she's there for moral support. - Also, unlike canon.. Rosie would be the one who doesn't know who Charlie is (where Angel didn't know about Alastor) Alastor: "Rosie! The... Princess of Hell is at the dooor..." Rosie: "Who?" Vox: "WHAT?" Charlie shows up cause her dad sends her a call about having to go see heaven in a weeks time and she REALLLYYY doesn't wanna go because ouhhh last time she talked to Adam he was an ASSHOLE and she would rather kill herself than talk to him again - so when she finds out about the hotel her immediate reaction is to head there and see if they'd rather take on the burden of seeing heaven. Cause you know, surely they'd love to get heaven behind their whole redemption shit, right???? They arent. Alastor is not at all interested in talking to heaven but Charlie really isn't having it and girl is BEGGING him to just take the offer because she PROMISES they'll be on it - the few silent threats she added are nobodies business chat.. Adam lowkey fucks w the idea of sinners being redeemed but he's also just too stubborn and prideful to agree and hes also mad he didn't come up w it first so he tells Al to FUCK OFF bc his idea is so stupid :// (Its genius and he refuses to admit it.) I need to include all the Vee's for the sake of my mental health so. - Valentino works for Angel Dust (wow. shocker so original /s) & when the little group finds out that THE princess of hell is helping some nobody overlord like Alastor they are just ??? and sent Val in to see what the FUCK is wrong with the girl. And what theyre getting up to - Charlie drags Velvette & Pentious in by the hair to work at the hotel - She met Pentious when he was in a bad situation and offered to help him in exchange for his soul - despite this, she didn't really use her ownership of his soul to her advantage and they became friends :3 He's happy to help - Velvette sold her soul to Vaggie for protection from the princess's very own guardian angel because she kept getting into shit with overlords and needed to save her ass. & again, Chaggie co-own souls

[thrashkink-coven]

my account must have passed some threshold of popularity because I’m suddenly receiving HATERS

so I just wanna clarify something bc I’ve been accused of some stuff and I think this will help all of my followers and not just the HATERSS

Lucifer is the God of Pride and self worship. He never at any point told me that I had to worship him to work with him. He is atypical in that way, although he very much is a divinity he never actually demands worship like some others may, although he does not reject it either. There are some angels I work with that don’t accept worship at all, they will actively reject idols and attempts at offerings (they do accept gifts and appreciation but take no acts of worship).

I began actually worshipping Lucifer of my own volition. He actually told me very clearly that he does not require worship to initiate a working relationship, he emphasized the importance of self worship and his “no Gods no masters” philosophy. Our relationship did not start with worship.

He does, however fully accept voluntary worship by his devotees that he has close personal relationships with. When I refer to Lucifer as my “dom” I am NOT referring to him as my “master”. I say that I am “his” and other terms of ownership because he is my patron, not because I am his property. Lucifer and I have a platonic dom/sub relationship, as well as a worshiping god/devotee relationship. He protects me spiritually, emotionally, and mentally, ensures that I am taken care of and respected, and also supervises my spiritual development and relationships with other entities. My asking his permission for things etc, is out of respect for his role as my dom, not because he is my master or because if I do something wrong he’ll “dump” or punish me. We have rules because all healthy relationships have rules and boundaries. I don’t “obey” him, I listen to him, because he’s usually right lol, and I always have the full autonomy to not listen to him if I don’t want to. Lucifer and I have had disagreements in the past and he has been in full support of me coming to my own conclusions and having my own truth. I respect him immensely as a divinity, but also as a very close friend and mentor.

It’s also just.. kinda nice? to be considered so tenderly by a divinity that is so relaxed. I like being called his, I like when he calls me things like “my sweet devotee”, it amplifies our relationship. I love the security in knowing I can always be vulnerable with him, our experiences together are euphoric. Have you ever been held tenderly by a God?! Have you ever felt a warm presence caressing your cheek, gently squeezing your throat while it tells you how beautiful you are?! It’s GREAT!!! I love being his sub and I love being his devotee!

There was never any rule that our relationships with deities or demons have to be strictly professional and straight edge, this isn’t like… a job. It can be for you, but it’s not for me. This is my way of life and it brings me immense joy and satisfaction.

I like being given instructions and I like being told that I’m doing good. Maybe that’s just the sub in me lol, but I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with these things. There are such things as bdsm dom/sub relationships that are not inherently sexual or romantic. My doing sex magic with Lucifer or using affectionate terms will never intrude upon my real life romantic relationships with human beings.

We are both equals in this relationship, I’ve just given him permission and authority to be my guide. and honestly it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. 🖤

[mrs-avenger3000]

Oh Bite Me 🙄 pt3

Pair: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

High school AU

Word count: 3420

Summary: As the youngest Stark, sister to the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself, Tony Stark Y/n… she has her father's brains and her mother's compassion. Her brain is what landed her in close quarters with Wanda Maximoff, an emo teen who’s struggling to keep her grades up after the loss of her brother. The two of them soon come to realise that being just friends isn’t something they want to do, but can they push their pride aside and admit they feel for each other?

Please do not copy my work or repost with the intent to take ownership of my work :) Feedback is as always welcome as are re-blogs, comments and likes

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Her smooth hands slid slowly up your body. You leaned into her touch. Her soft lips placed hot kisses across your stomach. You but your lip your core was now throbbing with anticipation as she kissed your lower stomach moving to your thighs. She bit down harshly on your thigh causing you to jerk up a small cry leaving your lips.

“Careful now, someone might just hear you.” She taunted her eyes sparkling with mirth. You glared at her.

“Shut up you-”

Your words died on your tongue as she pressed her thumb onto your clit through your soaked panties. She was looking you straight in the eyes daring you to deny her. And her touch.

You bit your lip not saying anything. She chucked.

“That desperate for me are you? You usually have such an opinion.” She smirked. Your hands gripped the sheets tighter. She leant up placing a burning kiss to your lips. Her tongue invaded your mouth, she tasted so sweet. Like honey. You groaned as she gripped your hair pulling your head back. She bit down on your bottom lip causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“Oh baby, you look so pretty right now.” She whispers nibbling on your earlobe.

“Please.” You whisper a burning need ripping through your body. Her hand enclosed around your throat and she smirked.

“Wanda!” You gasped as she slipped her fingers into you. You moaned softly.

-/-

Your eyes snapped open and you sat upright your heart was pounding in your chest, your breaths coming out in quick pants. Your mind was reeling, your body was still sensitive from such an intrepid dream. You sighed bringing your hand to your lips still feeling Wanda’s scorching kiss.

What the hell.

“Why did I just-” you stopped and glanced at the clock.

06:05 am

You sighed deciding to get up. Walking to the shower you turned on the water. You loved your shower time. The feeling of the water as it rained down above you. The jets were your favourite part. The pressure managed your body removing any kinks from your sleep. The water was on its hottest temperature the condensation steaming the room. The glass walls were hard to see through and you washed your hair stopping to draw little hearts on the door.

You closed your eyes letting the heat warm your body. Your mind wandered back to the dream. The way Wanda’s hands felt roaming your skin, they way her lips felt as they lowered down your stomach and the way her lips felt on your neck. Your stomach tightened desire pooling into you.

She was captivating in your dream. The burning desire in her eyes, the smirk on her lips. She was stunning. Both in dreamland and in real life.

You quickly finished you’re shower banishing Wanda from your mind. You were going to go the simple route and avoid her until the embarrassment of your dream left you and you locked it away in your mind never to be thought of again.

You dressed and styled your hair into a plait that started at the side of your head and fell over your left shoulder.

Pulling out your phone you sent a quick text to Yelena and Kate asking if they wanted to go to the café before school. Both agreed and you went off to pick them up.

You pulled up outside the café and Kate and Yelena rushed to be out first and in the line. “Stop shoving!” Yelena snapped her Russian accent thick with annoyance. Kate scowled shoving her again.

“Stop shoving.” She mocked feigning Yelena’s accented. You chuckled at the two of them rolling your eyes at their childishness.

“Sweethearts calm down, we’ll all get a turn.” You cooed mockingly. Yelena sneered at you.

“This annoyance is on you.” She points towards Kate. Kate scowled crossing her arms over her chest.

You got to the counter and smiled at the cashier. She was about your age, she had white blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and light pink lips. “Hi what can I get you?” She smiled brightly. The intensity of her smile made heat crawl up your neck.

“Hi- um can I get a large skinny vanilla latte please.” You say with a smile.

“Of course, anything else?”

You pondered the sweet treats section and decided to get something. “And an apple turnover please.” You say. She nodded and you waited for her to collect your items.

“That’ll be $6.99, please.” She said.

You nodded and paid. You, Yelena and Kate walked to a booth and the three of you sat down. “So how are the sessions with Wanda going?” Yelena asked. You sighed. “She giving you trouble?!” Yelena said quickly a fierce protectiveness burning in her eyes. You smiled shaking your head.

“No, she’s actually been very engaged, she’s improving!” You say with a grin. Yelena glanced over at Kate a knowing look in her eyes.

“Well that’s good then, I suppose I don’t have to beat her up.”

You laughed. “Beat who up?” You heard a voice say. Her voice.

You turned and your breath caught in your chest. “Wanda. Hi.” You breathed. She looked down at you her eyes burning your skin as she trailed her eyes down your form.

“Sleep well? You look a little… tired?” She says concern creasing her brow. Your cheeks flushed the dream you had of Wanda came bursting back into your mind. You lowered your gaze taking a sip of your coffee.

“Uh, actually, I didn’t get much sleep.” You admit, her lips quirked up.

“Hmm.” Was all she said.

You eyed her suspiciously but she walked to sit down next to cait. “So what are you guys doing here?” She asked her eyes still on me.

“Just came to chill before school, no specific reason.” Kate says beaming.

You nod not able to look into Wanda’s eyes. The dream was burning through your making you feel all kinds of warm. Wanda was smirking like she knew why you were so flushed.

“Well, it was nice seeing you here, Y/N I’ll see you at your place for our session. Tony’s back today, did you know?” She asked. You looked up and nodded. Your brother had texted you this morning letting you know he’d be back, with gifts.

“Yeah, he tell you about the party he’s hosting at the tower?” You say.

She nodded. “Yeah you going?” She asked standing up, leaning against the side of the booth.

“Yeah I have to. Yelena and Kate are going too, I think Nat will be there. I know Steve will be.” You say. She nods.

“Well then, I’ll look forward to seeing you there…” she says here eyes boring into mine. “All of you.” She says offering a grin to the rest of the crowd. Yelena and Kate smiled back. Wanda walked past you her scent wrapping around you, the sweet scent of her perfume. It was refreshing, cool, exotic and it made your heart beat faster.

This infatuation was dangerous.

The way her eyes lit you on fire, the way her smile made your heart beat quickly, the way her lips curved when she’d deliver a snarky comment.

You swallowed rubbing a hand over your face. “Shall we get going?” Kate says checking the time. You nodded.

The three of you walked back towards the car. Something caught your attention and you looked over. Wanda was leaning against her car a girl had her hand on the car next to Wanda’s head. Wanda was leaning into her, judging from the smirk on her face she knew this girl and they were… friendly. Wanda placed a hand on the girls waist, her other hand twirling a strand of her dark hair.

You looked away anger building in your chest. The was she was smiling at the girl, the way she was touching her made you angry beyond reason. You opened the car door and clenched your jaw. You glanced back over one last time before getting in the car. You slammed the door and angrily started the car.

Without a word you left the café your mood was sour. An indescribable feeling has taken up your stomach every time you think of Wanda your stomach tightens.

“Hey are you okay? You’ve been quite all morning.” Kate asked linking her arm through yours. You looked up at her and smiled.

“I’m good, just tired today.” You say. It wasn’t a lie. You were tired but you were also annoyed at Wanda. Not for any valid reason. She was allowed to be with whoever she wants to be. You guys weren’t a thing nor would you ever be.

So why did her hands on another girl make your stomach tighten almost painfully?

Soon enough school had ended. Usually this time of day would excite you, but the thought of seeing Wanda after today made your body fill with anxiety.

Getting home you at least had a distraction. Tony was sitting at the kitchen island eating from a box. You grinned running up to him. He opened his arms and you through your arms around him. “How was your trip?!” You asked with a grin. He smiled down at you.

“It was great. I got some very needed me time.”

“Us time.” Pepper called out causing Tony to smirk.

“Why of course dear.” He smirked.

You hugged Pepper and she squeezed you tightly. “Have fun without us?” She grinned.

“Oh yeah! I had so many wild parties, you’re lucky you didn’t get here till the afternoon. It was a wreck this morning.” You joke. She chucked at you.

“You’re funny.” Tony declared with an eye roll.

“Well I’m going to freshen up. I’ll be back down in a few.” He nodded.

You rushed upstairs and hopped in the shower. You threw on an oversized hoodie and some shorts and pinned back your wet hair. Grabbing your notes you walked back downstairs, surprised to see Wanda at the table talking to your brother. The rush of emotions you felt whilst looking at her was overwhelming. You haven’t seen her since the café. You avoided her in school and had managed to escape her gaze in class.

You announced your presence by dropping your bag next to the sofa. The room turned to look at you and you nodded politely. “Wanda’s here because I have to tutor her.” You say to Tony. He nods.

“I know. She said. We were just discussing the party tonight, you’re still coming right?” He asked. You shrug.

“I don’t know.”

“You said you were this morning? Change your mind so soon?” She teased. You cast her an icy gaze and she frowned.

“Yep.” Was all you said as you settled down throwing your notes on the table.

“What’s your issue?” She asked.

“Let’s get started.” Was all you said. She slowly approached her shoes clicking off the tiles. She sat down next to you not as close as she usually did. You noticed the absence of her proximity immediately.

You knew you were being mean and you had absolutely no reason to be. You were being stupid. “Did I do something?” She asked in a whisper. You looked at her anger glistening in your gaze.

“No.”

“You’re mad.” She states.

“How’s your girlfriend?” You asked calmly. She frowned.

“Girlfriend? What?”

“This morning against your car, very classy by the way. You two seemed to be enjoying each other’s company.” You say, trying to remove all emotion from your tone. Wanda’s eyes widened. She then frowned.

“That- why are you bothered, jealous?” She asked her eyes sparkling. You scoffed.

“As if.”

“You sure, you sound pretty jealous.” She says shifting so you were closer. Your eyes darted over to the kitchen where Tony was. He was working with his back to you. Wanda leaned forward her breath fanning against your ear. “Which part made you jealous? When I did this?” She asked reaching up her fingers skimmed your neck causing your heart to pound and body erupt in goosebumps, heat sizzled where she touched. Her eyes were teasing but there was an intensity in them. She wrapped her fingers around a lock of your hair as she did with the girl this morning. “Or this?” She breathed her other hand falling to your hip squeezing it. “Or maybe when she did this,” she said her voice just above a whisper, she leaned in her nose skimming the skin of your neck. You had stopped breathing. She was so close to you. Close enough that if you just lent forward the tiniest bit your lips would be touching. She was toying with you and she was enjoying it.

Well. Two can play at that game.

You lifted your head your hand coming to cup the back of her neck. Your fingers slid into Wanda’s hair and you tugged her head back slightly. Your lips hovered over hers. She was breathing heavily, her eyes widen in shock as you came so close your lips brushed hers as you spoke. “Don’t flatter yourself Maximoff, your ego is big enough.” You smirk.

“You know what else is big?” She smirked.

“Your imagination by the sounds of it. Me? Jealous? Funny.” You say pulling back and casting her a cold look. She only stared at you. Her tongue darted out as she licked her lips.

“Cute.”

“You going to be able to focus or do you need to cool down.” You teased running a finger down her neck. She shoved your hand away and scowled. You didn’t miss the way she clenched her thighs and fists at your touch.

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Your dress clung to you in all the right places. The black satin material felt like a second skin it was so tight. You loved how sexy the dress made you feel, how tall the heels made you look, how big your breasts looked in the dress. You loved everything about this outfit from the shoes to the diamond earrings you were wearing. You clasped a gold heart necklaces around your neck and sprayed some perfume on yourself. You dabbed it behind your ears, and on your wrists.

Looking in the mirror you grinned. Your hair was curled and you had light make up on, your favourite was the winged eyeliner, the contrast made you look sharp, fierce.

You grabbed your phone and your bag and headed out.

Pepper, Tony, Steve and Nat were all in the living room when you made your entrance. Tony’s face simmered with disapproval. Steve smiled. “You look lovely Y/N.” He said and you smiled.

“Why mince words Cap, she looks sexy.” Nat smirked. You winked and did a twirl to which she responded with a low whistle before you both started laughing.

“I do not like this.” Tony muttered. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah well I don’t like you.” You replied feigning to pick dirt from your nails. He stalked over to you and you quickly rushed away hiding behind Natasha. “Leave my hair alone.” You say pointing a long finger at him. He only smirked in response.

Once that was over the five of you headed to the limo.

“How’s the tutoring with Wanda going?” Pepper asked as you all got situated in the back of the limo. Tony was handing out glasses of champagne and you took one gleefully.

Your eyes fell back on pepper. She was wearing a beautiful navy spaghetti strap dress that fitted her body well extenuating her feminine curves. “It’s going.”

“Why so glum?” Steve asked.

“I forget sometimes that not everyone understands things the way we do,” you say casting a glance to your brother. “She’s a good student, I just feel like I should be making it easier for her.”

“If you don’t fail you’re not learning.” Pepper smiled.

“I know but sometimes I feel like I’m pushing her too hard. She doesn’t need to excel only pass.” You say contemplating your teaching methods.

“Is she struggling with it?” Nat asked. You shrug.

“Some parts, but she’s truly great when she understands it. You should see how proud she gets when she gets the answers right. She gets that cute little proud smile and it’s all she talks about after.” You say smiling at the find memory.

Natasha tilted her head to the side and smirked a glint in her eyes. “I see. Well if she doesn’t complain and isn’t struggling to bad I don’t see why you should dumb it down for her. Just give her time to understand and things will go smoothly.” Nat said and you nodded.

The party, unlike the one you threw was extravagant. Elegant ice sculptures were dotted around the room, tables filled with party favours, ballooned arches delicate designs were strewn around the room and it was rammed. Your eyes widened in awe as you took in the room. Tony led your group to the rest of the Avengers. Clint and Bruce were engaged in conversation with Bucky as they all sat around a glass table. When you guys approached they all stood welcoming you all. You grinned as Bucky hugged you. “You look delicious, doll.” He whispered and you blushed stepping away.

“Thank you.” You say. You felt arms slip around your waist and you turned swiftly to see Yelena. You smiled.

“Hey gorgeous.” She placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey- I have to-”

Your eyes wondered behind her and saw Wanda. Your heart fluttered into a quickened pace. She was wearing a tight red dress, almost as bright as her magic. Her eyes had a Smokey eye effect and eyeliner to make her seem that much more fierce. Her look was completed with heels and her usual smirk. You started to walk over to her when you saw the girl from the café. She appeared and wrapped her arms around Wanda’s neck. She pulled her into a deep kiss. Wanda responded quickly. Her hands gripping the girls waist.

You felt as if the breath had been knocked out of you. You felt like… like you wanted to beat that girl into the ground for putting her lips on Wanda. But the rational side of your brain prevented that. Wanda wasn’t yours.

Yelena placed her hand on your shoulder. You turned and she was giving you a knowing look. “That what I was going to tell you.” She said apologetically. You wiped your face of any emotion and shrugged.

“She can so whatever or whoever she likes.” You say with a mask of indifference on your face. She squeezed your shoulder and you smiled.

You held your head high and went back over to the others. You stood in front of Bucky. “Room to sit?” You say with a smirk. He gestured to his lap.

“Seats all yours.” He said jokingly. You smiled and say down. You threw your one leg over the other so you were cross legged on his lap. He stiffened in shock. You grabbed his beer from his hand and took a sip.

“You don’t mind do you?” You ask and he coughs clearing his throat.

“Not at all, Doll.” You grinned at him.

“Brill.” You say as you brig the bottle up to your lips. You took a swig never breaking eye contact with him. He swallowed nervously.

You heard a voice clear.

You turned your face looked at the noise. “Maximoff.”

“Stark.” She said her eyes boring holes into you.

“Enjoying the party?” She says. You lean forward so she gets a delicious view of your cleavage and grab a bottle from the ice bucket on the table.

“I’m definitely enjoying the company.” You say raising a brow.

She looked between you and Bucky. Her eyes were hiring with annoyance. The red wisps were present in her heated gaze. “Can we talk? Privately?”

You stand and walk towards her a feline smirk on your lips. You reach her and then turn to Bucky. “No, I’m going to dance. Care to join me?” You say to Bucky. He smirks and stands up. Wanda goes to reach for you but you quickly evade her. You lean into her ear. “She seems like a good kisser, you should go join your date.” You say venomously. Her eyes widened.

“You saw?”

“I’m not blind.”

With that Bucky’s had wrapped around your waist and the two of you left to dance. Leaving Wanda staring at the two of you in a quiet rage.

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[ladysternchen]

I think one aspect of the Silmarils in the "who has rightful ownership of them" discussion that is overlooked in every instance I have ever seen: the Swanships.

The Silmaril could *absolutely* be seen as weregild for the Swanships/Teleri. Elwe was the first king of the Teleri, and they were still his people even if sundered. The idea that Feanor was somehow justified in slaughtering them, stealing their ships 'that were to them like the Silmaril was to the Noldor' priceless and unable to be made again, and then didn't JUST steal them but destroyed them actively in malice??

I get there can be lots of arguments on either side of the issue, but at what point do we address what Feanor did in pursuit of those jewels and not just argue over whether the Sindar were meanies for keeping them from his sons?

Feanor murdered over, stole, and destroyed the equivalent of the Silmarils of the Teleri - even if it is never explicitly stated as such, it seems that Thingol would have a blood claim to at least one for recompense.

I think the question of ownership regarding the Silmarils is really one that cannot be answered.

it starts off with the way the were made, with Fëanor encasing a light that was never his. Yes, the Valar suffered it, and Varda even hallowed the Silmarils, but that doesn't make the light within them Fëanor's (and let's be real, the light was the real thing there).

Now, Fëanor definitely saw that differently, begrudging anyone but his father and his sons even see the Silmarils. That by and in itself is at the time no problem, as the Trees are still alive, but it already shows that Fëanor has a tendency to possess what is truly not his alone to possess.

Then, when the trees are slain, this suddenly does become important, for Fëanor refuses to give them up even to save the Trees (again, the light is not his!), and again, the Valar accept his decision. And I get why- because Fëanor is genuinely distraught at the thought of having to break them. They have an emotional value for him, he has put so much of himself into them that he cannot suffer them to be harmed, and lacks the emotional strength to give up his own life in favour of the world (for which he REALLY can't be blamed).

But then he learns of Finwë's death and the Silmarils being stolen and he loses it. And in his wrath and grief turns against the Valar (we remember, those who let him use their light, those who taught him in the first place, those who accepted his decision even though it meant THEIR doom too). And when it came upon him to show others the grace that has been shown him (namely, when Olwë decided he would not force his people to give up the ships that were to them what the Silmarils were to Fëanor) he decided not to do so, but instead murder, and steal, and wound deeply. And he does not stop there. He steals the ships, betrays his brother and nephew who MURDERED for him- like, let us remember that Anairë is Eärwen's best friend? Can you imagine what damage the kinslaying did on the relationship within the house of Fingolfin, when Fingon and Fingolfin put the loyalty for the brother/cousin above bonds of friendship (and through Finarfin also kinship). And then... burns the ships, the Falmari's pride and joy. And that is so vile, so disgusting that I really have no words for it. But that is how the house of Fëanor viewed the Teleri as a whole- beyond them, their works worthless. And yes, that in itself is a deed evil enough to lose their right on the holy light. At least in my opinion.

And I agree- the Falmari deserved weregild. They were perfectly entitled to refuse any help (which they in the end did not. They shipped the host of the West to the WoW. Like can we please please please take a moment to honour Olwë, who is the epitome of the wise, good king? Who forgives and puts the needs of the many over his own grievances?).

The only thing is- I doubt that Olwë (or any of his people individually) would have taken anything as weregild, safe perhaps make the Noldor do the dirty work of the shipbuilding when they tried to remake their ships. But that is a meagre payment indeed. But they would most certainly not have taken a Silmaril.

So, was Elu in Beleriand entitled to it? Mm, yes, perhaps, had he named it. But he did not, perhaps because he understood as well as his brother that there is in truth no such thing as weregild, because I life can never be paid for. And as with Olwë, I doubt that Elu ever wanted a Silmaril. They were not his problem.

In fact, they had become no-ones problem, really. And everyone's. Fëanor had died in his pursuit of his jewels (yes yes, pun intended) and had nicely made his sons swear again on his deathbed to never rest ere they have them. Urgh. That's why boys make boys, I guess. This is so immature. But well, on must say in his defence that he was so close in age to them (he and Maedhros were much closer in age than Maedhros and the twins) that it is small wonder he was more another brother than a father. (Poor Maedhros. And I mean that)

And Maedhros, proving that he is not any better than his father, or grandfather, promptly overestimates his own powers and underestimates Morgoth's and promptly steps into the trap. What an idiot!

Great, so now Maedhros dangles from a rock and, um, Maglor... does nothing. (Wisely, perhaps). Fingolfin, meanwhile, is on the warpath (very understandably), and I doubt that he ever wanted anymore to do with the Silmarils than Olwë. His interest in coming to Middle-Earth was mainly to confront his brother, and avenge his father. What did he have to do with the gems, that must stir nothing but bitterness in him, seeing how Fëanor made so clear that he did not deem Fingolfin worthy of seeing their beauty. Fingon decides to cut Maedhros free (you are just as much too loyal as your dad is, boy!) and Maedhros yields the crown to Fingolfin. That is a solid and wise decision, but by no means a selfless one. He is self-reflected enough to know that neither he nor any of his brothers have the temperament for a king, nor does ruling the Noldor help their course. Much too much paperwork. Much too much diplomacy.

And in all that mess (throw in the Bragollach and the fall of Fingolfin, too), Elu Thingol names the Silmaril as brideprice for his daughter. Fool. Unutterable fool. What he does is tell Beren 'when hell freezes over', only he doesn't. He gives Beren a hypothetical chance, and Beren takes it. (Again, fool! Yes, Beren, you! uuuuhhh, you two SO deserved each other. And I love you both, make no mistake, but you do deserve each other!). And that, folks, is why you say what you mean!

Anyway, we know how it all ends- in an even greater mess, with Elu suddenly holding the gem he never wanted. And now, he has a problem. Because I do agree that he has no real claim on it, but nor does anyone else. Fingon has nothing to do with the jewel whatsoever. Galadriel (who wrestles eligible for weregild btw) would certainly not touch the Silmaril with the end of a broomstick, Beren has given the Silmaril to him, and the sons of Fëanor?

What kind of brother would he be if he gave the Fëanorians what they want after Alqualondë and Losgar? What kind of father when he gave the gem to those who kidnapped his daughter, and then later tried to kill (and assault) her? Yes, for that, he could easily have claimed the Silmaril. But he didn't, and that's the problem. Also, the Fëanorians, who have invaded HIS lands have never ever honoured his lordship (on contrast to Fingolfin and his house, and of course the children of Finarfin), have time and again insulted him (the dark-elf in his caves, ey? Once again displaying this disgusting attitude of seeing the Noldor as superior to the Teleri). And to those he should give the Silmaril? I think not.

He comes close to it, though. Had only the sons of Fëanor had had the least bit of manners, they might well have got what they wanted.

Now, there is a point to be made that the Silmaril was most certainly safest in Doriath, from where it passed on to its rightful place, which is in the skies, and I would love to claim that this was also on Elu's mind, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. To him, the Silmaril quickly became an obsession. How many parents end up in alcohol- or drug abuse after losing a child? Well, the Silmaril is the FA-elf-version of that. And also, within the Silmaril shone the light of the Trees, a light Elu missed almost his entire life, that he saw when he himself was on the threshold to adulthood , when he and Finwë were still inseparable. And yes, I do think that the grief for Finwë played a role there as well, not just that for Lúthien. So the Silmaril became this weird combination of comfort and self-punishment and he, like Fëanor before him, lacked the emotional strength to let go of it. And I, at least, cannot blame him. I know mental illness too well for that.

Now, before anyone says that Melian told him to and he should have listened... no. I mean, yes, of course he should have listened and given it up, but Melian's motives were by no means higher than his, nor did she side with the Fëanorians there. She wanted the Silmaril gone in a desperate attempt to still save the man she loved. And yes, that is canon, for otherwise she would have told Mablung to give the Silmaril to the sons of Fëanor after Elu's death instead of guard it. But by then, she had already lost her beloved, and there was no more use in meddling with what was doom (which was that the Silmaril must come to Eärendil).

As for Dior and Elwing? Well they did have a claim on the Silmaril that was as valid as that of the SoF. Only that Elwing in the end had the strength to let go all control over it, different from Maedhros and Maglor who were unable to swallow their pride even in the end.

[petervintonjr]

For only the second time since beginning this series in the summer of 2020, I have had to resort to drawing a much more abstract illustration --in this instance, the long-demolished President's House in Philadelphia-- as there appears to be no visual representation of the individual that I want to talk about (which in itself already speaks volumes).

Almost paralleling these last three years of this series, there has been an embarrassing (nay, alarming) uptick in the number of proposed so-called "divisive concepts" legislation brewing in various state legislatures. The (stated) intent behind such performatively-drafted law is to "protect" public school students from the "trauma" of studying American history in such a way that they won't be made to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable about the history of their own country; that the curriculum should instead focus primarily on instilling an all-pervasive sense of pride and patriotism. I think on this creeping propaganda (against which my own home state is sadly not immune), and immediately begin to reflect on the life trajectory of Oney Marie Judge (in some instances spelled Ona), whose greatest claim to fame (if one can call it that) is having been one of President George Washington's slaves. Oney Judge is assumed to have been born sometime in 1773 at Washington's Mount Vernon estate --the daughter of an enslaved mother, Betty; and a white English father who had been hired by the Washingtons as a tailor. As was so often the norm for the time, Oney's relatively light complexion promoted her to house status instead of field hand, and by the age of fifteen had become Martha Washington's personal maid. On paper, Oney and her mother Betty were considered to be the property of the Custis estate, and would pass back to the ownership of that family upon Martha's death --specifically to Martha's granddaughter Elizabeth ("Eliza") Custis.

After his popular election in 1787, Washington travelled first to New York, and then to Philadelphia, to serve as President of the new nation while a more permanent capital city was being constructed. Washington brought Judge and seven other slaves with him from Mount Vernon, taking up residence in what would become known as The President's House at the corner of 6th and Market Streets. Significantly, as befit her elevated status (such as it was), Judge was permitted to travel about the city unescorted and pay for such things as shows, dresses and other clothing, and even making social visits on Martha's behalf. Judge intermingled with Philadelphians and became VERY aware of the city's abolitionist sentiment and its markedly large population of free Black people. Philadelphia had passed an Emancipation law in 1780 (one of the very first such laws in the new nation), which included a Gradual Abolition Clause; a policy of automatic emancipation of any slaves who remained in the city limits beyond a six month time-frame. For obvious reasons George and Martha took particular care to strategically rotate out their slaves, each time sending them back to Mount Vernon "to visit family" just shy of this deadline.

On May 21, 1796, under the guise of appearing to pack for her next not-quite-sixth-month return to Virginia, Judge fled, and escaped aboard a ship called the Nancy bound for Portsmouth, New Hampshire. An advertisement went out on May 23rd asserting that the escaped slave had "no good reason for running away." By September of that year a family friend of the Washingtons recognized Judge in Portsmouth and sent word back to Philadelphia. Under the terms of the very Fugitive Slave Act that he himself had signed into law three years earlier, Washington could have forcibly kidnapped Judge back to Virginia, but undoubtedly mindful of the public optics, he opted not to take action. While he expressed undisguised annoyance at Judge's actions and wrote at length about "loyalty" and "unfaithfulness," privately his real resentment was that he would be expected to reimburse the Custis estate for lost property. After Washington's term in office ended, he made another attempt to retrieve Judge, this time asking the help of a nephew and several New Hampshire public officials to do so. Fortunately then-Senator John Langdon got wind of this attempt and warned Judge, who then fled to the town of Greenland where she eventually settled, learned to read and write, became a devout Christian, married, and had three children --even though she legally remained a Fugitive Slave to her dying day.

Judge's story would have faded into history as just another footnote to the life of George Washington, had it not been for a lengthy interview she gave many years later in an 1847 issue of William Lloyd Garrison's The Liberator. In the article she detailed the events of 1796 from her point of view, which had never before been known, though she never gave up the name of the Nancy's captain nor crew, nor the names of anyone else --including many free Black people in both Pennsylvania and in New Hampshire-- who had aided her. This very month (March 2023) a mural to Judge's bravery is underway in Portsmouth as part of the Black Heritage Trail of New Hampshire: https://www.seacoastonline.com/story/news/local/2023/03/03/black-heritage-trail-nh-seeks-to-honor-ona-judge-staines-with-mural/69957500007/

Which brings me back to my earlier point about "divisive concepts" legislation and its stated intent --and the hard, un-ignorable truths that such laws intend to erase from the public discourse. Truths such as the fact that it is not possible to study, in any meaningful way, anything about the administration of our country's literal first President, nor his time in office, without eventually bumping up against the reality of Oney Judge and what she endured. The phrase "Black history is American history" is neither hyperbole nor a trendy slogan --it is an objective fact. And even as Women's History Month 2023 draws to a close, I can assure you that this art series will continue to throw light on that fact. For as long as it needs to.

[fappellmoan]

ok everyone i watched lemonade mouth and do revenge tonight. i wanted to share my notes from lemonade mouth or at least the highlights. (edit from later jk i posted nearly every thought soooo sorry) not much to say abt the other one it was okay. lemonade mouth is my baby though

wen is such a hater

queer as hell movie

i like that this movie doesnt talk down to its audience it's still silly but it treats each character like a full person and it's earnest

flashes into their lives to get to their destiny to meet. i heart storytelling

TURBO BLAST.

'use your voice' ok dyke. sounds like jo maskin

'this is the underground (in all caps)' oh this is so rife with queer pleasures

principal brennigan.... what does this say abt society.....

this is so like gay club queer joy i know a place moment fates colliding queer utopia

music is everything adn everything is love btw

none of the girls are in competition for any of the guys and in fact are arguably queer coded. i mean overall obv the group is

showing the power of queer joy

like MUNA

random little commercial jingle was so catchy

people that have known and paid attention to each other forever and challenge each other to be their best selves through their very existence soulmatism. olivia and wen btw

WEN IS SUCH A HATER LOSER

dynamic lighting <333

'just because you cant see the agony doesnt mean it isnt there' ok gayass

'i could start a revolution' broccoli close up. hilarious theyre just fuckin around

naomi scott brings a comfortable bisexuality to her characters. me when im just saying shit

SOMEBODY.im gonna kill myself.

HAYLEY BG VOCALS OKKKKKKKKK

'or cher' get his ass mo

stella is a true action forward activist im obsessed with her. she and hazel callahan bottoms should team up and rig the school with bombs

lemonade mouth is such a sincere true inside joke for a band name they are all so lovely. theyre my losers club

Determinate. Get determined! Revolution

bridgit mendler egot when

'i like when you smile' theyre just giddy weirdo soulmates

taking away pride?????????? (lemonade)

corporate buyouts. capitalist ownership and what that entails

control

wen who cant deal with change whos living in honor of his mother's memory and his sense of idealistic family and those rigid definitions and olivias odd broken family and beautiful unconventional relationship with her grandmother and opened up raw vulnerability that she tries to protect but exudes in her songwriting largely inspired around and by him

adult babies. ok

FAGGOT BRENNIGAN!!!!! sorry

idk if this is a strange observation but it's relieving that it's not a huge deal for the boys to go in the girl's bathroom to be supportive and lovely to their friend

lemonade. symbol of hope revolution pride also fruity

i used to live and breathe for mo's little bass shimmy

disability representation ayo

mo's back vocals okayyyyyyy also the little dance!!!!

distributing lemonade to the masses!!!!!! proletariat comrades!!!

why r they literally revolutionaries im screaming

'political tirade' 'complete'y disruptive' slayyy

'decisions i make are for the good of this school' ok fascist

flagging

Dante's pizzeria -> HELL!?!

'maybe... we do matter' 'of course we do' ok yippee gay people <3

shes so gone... i just felt so understood

naomi has such a beautiful voice. the naomis should combine naomi scott produced her own shit it would be sooooo cool

olivia being forced to accept her full grief for her mother

friends are everything btw

seeing things in the clouds... natural human inclination to find purpose in everything

'i wish my dad would ignore me' REAL. it's complicated

dad in prison - i feel like they didnt touch that sort of thing often on disney idk maybe sometimes

BRIDGIT IS THAT GIRL.

more than a band. love and community and god in other people

these are my bestest friends btw

'im not pretending to be what im not for anyone anymore' ok gayass

they are such DORKS <3

MO SLAYING EGREGIOUS CUNT IN ALL THE CHAOS

theyre all so linked together in fate and time

oh bridgit is about to slay so immensely shes amazing

bridgit mendler school of acting

gabe saporta ass outfit stella has on

THEYRE FIGHTING COPS WITH EACH OTHERRRRRRR

music center of the universe and love

theater kids <3

okay that hug made me cry

'that is the limpest wrist fist bump i have ever seen' - lydia (about charlie and his brother)

there was some coming out to your family in that hug

fucking good lighting

lemonade mouth school of acting

fucking up that guitar i cannot lie im obsessed w that performance of determinate at the end it makes me cry every time and also that guitar is soooooo

this guy is cooler than steve harrington yeah i still just have stupid beef with that stupid fandom

kiss on the cheek is so sweet <333

he brought her a kitten. he brought her a kitten. he brought her new life/a feeling of rebirth of coming into yourself and just living. not perfect but okay. they could do peeta and katniss who will follow you to your ruined home and plant a garden there. i threw my pen across the room and screamed over this btw.

SHE MET MEL LEMONADE MOUTH

queer utopia

faghag pair

charlie = afycso, naomi scott ~ dianna agron, wen ryan ross pretty odd outfit

okay goodnight <3

[millenniumdueled]

The Final Round

So this is what it all comes down to. Despite his Duel with Kaiba predicted in ancient stones, somehow Yugi knew this would be the final match.

Except, he isn't really Yugi, is he?

Of all the stakes on the line, that seems less important now. His memories, his past, his name seem insignificant. It's something else that drives him now as he steps onto the Dueling platform.

Mai Valentine's life on the line. The unstoppable Darkness Marik could unleash with all three God Cards. Joey's pride as a Duelist, and the fight they've promised each other.

Yugi's heart pounds as the platform ascends.

He adds the cards he's received from Kaiba to his deck, Obelisk the Tormentor and another, a gift given to him without explanation. Devil's Sanctuary? Without time to read over the card's descriptive text, he simply chooses to trust his fated rival with the addition.

"And now, the Battle City Finals!! Finalists Yugi Mutou and Marik Ishtar! Please approach your opponent to cut and shuffle each other's deck!"

The air swirls with tension, with hatred and resentment, with the scorching winds of battle as the two do as told. Marik towers over the shorter man, but Yugi's eyes burn with determination, a firey passion fueled by the support of his friends, of everyone counting on him.

I see that Kaiba gave you a little help. Doesn't that make 41? Oh well, no advantage will protect you from the might of Ra,

Marik sneers.

Yugi's brows crease as he hands his deck to the enemy. "I will defeat you, Marik. I'll take all of the pain and suffering you've caused and send it back to you tenfold," he spits.

Hahaha!! Unfortunately for you, Pharaoh, I enjoy pain!

Marik's laugh is wicked, deranged, his tongue hanging ludely from his mouth as he shuffles Yugi's cards.

Decks returned to proper ownership, the two finalists walk back to their ends of the platform.

Did you shuffle thoroughly? Hoping Ra would sink to the bottom?

"Heh. Don't ask me, ask your deck." Yugi turns on his heel, gripping the collar of his jacket draped over his shoulders to cast it off into the wind with dramatic flair. "It already knows you're going to lose!!"

Once again, the announcer's voice rings out. "Going first is Marik Ishtar. Duel, start!!"

The moment the game begins, black clouds swirl overhead, darkening the sky until noon turns to night. The air grows heavy, choking not only the Duelists, but the friends cheering from below. Another Shadow Game. Of course. Why would this final, dire match be different than any other of Marik's unsavory fights?

Look around you Pharaoh, the hungry shadows are calling. They're saying this will be the greatest Shadow Game of all! Darkness will reign, and the gates of hell will open... I'll snuff out every pathetic life on this planet!!

Yugi grits his teeth.

Starting with... This one!

The shadows come together, swirling inky blackness that parts to reveal another figure, a human form suspended in mod-air, visible only to the Duelists on stage and none of the spectators below.

Yugi's eyes go wide in horror.

"Partner...?!!!"

Yugi, little Yugi, his Partner, his other soul. Bound and suspended by rings of inky darkness, held aloft and spread eagle as his big, violet eyes flutter open.

"wh. what's going on?!" he gasps, struggling to comprehend the situation he's been forced into. his panicked gaze meets a similar pair of eyes from below. "other me?!"

Marik doesn't give the pair another second, using their mutual, horrified confusion, as a chance to summon his first monster.

Vampiric Leech!! Direct attack!!

Though the monster has only 500 attack points, the pain as it bites into the Pharaoh is excruciatingly real. But the scream that cuts the air doesn't come from him.

The Other Yugi looks again at his helpless Partner, only to see Yugi's face twisted in agony and horror as a section of his leg seems to melt away, skin sizzling and burning as it does.

Marik laughs at his cries.

Not only does your sacrifice feel the pain my attacks inflict on you.... His body will be devoured based on the life points you lose!

Again, the Pharaoh calls out to his Partner.

As for me, my Sacrifice is this guy.

Marik hooks a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of another suspended body. His own other half floats helplessly, bound in a similar fashion as Yugi.

The moment the Player's life points hit zero and the Sacrifice's body consumed, they'll both suffer the ultimate pain. You'll both feel every fiber of your existence shredded, ripped apart as you die, separated and alone!!

Marik's eyes narrow, an almost perverse expression on his face as he licks his lips.

Pleasure and pain, life and death... Even if you win, can you live with yourself, Pharaoh?

The Other Yugi's stomach twists. He's made so many promises this tournament, including one to his precious Partner. No more killing. For a second, his focus shifts below, to Marik's sister Ishizu.

"other me!!!"

Yugi's voice draws his attention once more.

"don't let him get to your head!!! please!!"

"But Partner, you--"

"just fight him!!!"

The Other Yugi's eyes narrow, directing his anger and his focus to the game at hand again.

"Hang in there, Partner. I will get you out of this alive."

[youmeyaxleyfc]

A mini history lesson...

How did a blog and podcast on Yaxley FC end so suddenly before a bit of a comeback?

Also, why wasn't this writer still the Editor of the official club website rather than creating his own content? ...

Well... grab a drink and settle down !

I think its fair to say that in order to move forward there needs to be a big of navel gazing historically.

I (never tire of telling people that I) won an award for Yaxleyfc.com back in 2015/2016 with so much content, all self created and edited, really working hard to push the narrative to people of the village that there 100% was (and is) a team worth backing.

However I started missing matches at this time due to the tiny children I had at home. It was harder to generate the content needed to keep the level of success going and I grew more frustrated.

By 2018 we had moved across town to Deeping and I was relying on others to do match reports for me.

When one was published with some unintentionally incorrect information there was no need for a member of the committee to take great glee on social media in pointing it out.I just stopped updating the offical site it there and then.

Volunteers are the lifeblood of any football club and should be beyond criticism in my eyes.

My Dad, my Mums Cousin, a great Uncle were all still going to matches at Leading Drove but were not happy with the official website as it was missing fixtures, results and news as it was unmanned.

I created this site primarily to help them get the information on when the Cuckoos were playing and against whom.

The link got shared round quite a bit and for a while I was enjoying reporting on the matches I was at and not feeling pressure to create a word count on those I wasn't.

The club was really successful on the park at this time and I will always fondly remember the days in the Southern League. I had dreamt of watching Yaxley in that competition for decades.

The podcast came off the back of that and in Dan Cotton, Aaron Butcher, Dan Tortoise etc. we had guests who were all able to share their passion about the club.

Again though my content on the Cuckoos stopped overnight with the sacking of Seb Hayes last January.

So much has been said about this but its worth repeating that my loyalty is and was with Seb as a long term friend of the family.

Nothing will 100% put that right but water has passed under the bridge and I don't want to be boycotting the team I have watched since the late 1970s over this. I think after chatting to all involved in the whole matter I have moved on, but its certainly not forgotten.

It's most certainly not the fault of Simon Roberts or the current crop of players who are wearing the badge with a real sense of pride and passion. And I love that. I am backing to spending time lost in my thoughts wondering what it will take to unlock the potential of the club and get people down to watch.

Are there still lots of issues at Yaxley FC that need resolving for that to happen on a consistent basis?

For sure. But certainly where I can I am helping. And if you are in Yaxley and love football you should conside helping as well.

The ownership and management of Leading Drove remains something that needs a long term and clear resolution for YFC to grow and develop.

I think we can all agree that is a lengthy, bottom up process that will take time.

Trust can take a lifetime to build and a second to shatter, especially in the non-league football.

The club needs support now as much as ever as it approaches that 125th anniversary in just over a years time.

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[marvinthemillennialmouse]

I'm old enough that I was able to go see The Birdcage when it was in theaters... yes, another Robin Williams movie, no this wasn't intentional. The man was just that talented.

I was 12 or 13, I don't recall. My parents... MY... PARENTS... TOOK ME TO SEE... THE BIRDCAGE... IN THEATERS. IN THE SOUTH. IN THE 90'S. AND THEY DIDN'T FREAK OUT AND TRY TO HAVE ANY KIND OF TALK WITH ME ABOUT IT AFTER.

I thought it was a funny movie, and I could see that Armand and Albert were going through real pain dealing with the situation of Val's engagement--re: Barbara's parents being conservative assholes. To me, these were all just surface level details used to set the stage for comedy.

"Oh look! They have a silly 'house man' who talks in a funny voice! I like to talk in funny voices! This movie is very good!"

But now... as an adult, and as a queer person--someone who came to queer late in life, who didn't have to grow up with the stigma and scorn of being queer as a teenager (or even younger)--I watch this movie again and I'm astounded by it.

First of all: The fact that so many of the characters are gay... and their gayness isn't the punchline. It's not used to demean them or insult them or make them out to be less human. They are just gay, and they just happen to be very silly. Because let's be real, Barbara's parents are very not gay and they are also VERY silly, just in a different way. It's a movie--made in the 90's--that doesn't shit on gay people for a joke.

Second: The palimony agreement. I'm old enough to remember that gay marriage was not always a thing. In the 90's, a palimony agreement--basically a legal document that says two people are living together and have co-ownership of all their possessions and assets. That was the closest a gay couple could get to marriage. Albert demands one in the opening few minutes. Armand says "Well I don't have one on me right now, is tomorrow okay?" He's not joking. He's having one drawn up. He was going to surprise Albert with it. Albert--being the dramatic one, believes it's sarcasm. Given the evidence he's come across that leads him to believe Armand is cheating on him, who can blame him for feeling like the toy that doesn't get played with anymore? The fact that Armand--at no point ever in the film--makes any attempt to woo or even appear to seduce anyone else to get the audience to laugh--demonstrates that he is absolutely and entirely loyal to Albert. "Because he's my companion and friend" ... this line carries more weight than it might seem, especially given the earnestness that Robin delivers it with. They are committed to one another. Despite having problems. Despite having drama. Despite having their own pasts that create conflict--they are committed to one another.

Third: "Yes I wear foundation. Yes I live with a man. Yes, I'm a middle-aged fag. But I know who I am, Val. Took me twenty years to get here, and I'm not going to let some idiot senator destroy that. Fuck the senator. I don't give a damn what he thinks"

This whole moment is just... outstanding. I knew as a kid he was standing up for himself but I did not understand the weight or gravity of a gay man standing up for his gayness, for being comfortable in his own skin... against A CONSERVATIVE U.S. SENATOR WHO CO-FOUNDED AN ORGANIZATION CALLED "THE COALLITION FOR MORAL ORDER". IN THE 90'S. You young folks don't understand. Society at large is a lot more accepting of gay people these days. Thirty years ago, you could still be lynched just for being queer, and your murderers could use the 'gay panic' defense to get off scott free. Fun fact, there are still some states in this country where that's still a viable defense in court--even if you murder someone. This is an incredibly powerful moment, and it sets the tone for what happens later. Armand has pride in himself, and he is unapologetic about who he is... but he loves his son so much he concedes to putting that aside for one night.

Fourth: The dynamic in the house between Armand, Albert, and Agador... yes, clearly it's played up for comedy in places, but there are subtle details that demonstrate just... a level of live-in comfort they have with one another. There's a scene--the morning after Val shows up while Albert is on stage--where Armand is reading the paper, Agador serves him coffee, Albert comes in with groceries, and they're just... living. It's very slice of life, and it's very relatable.

Fifth: Armand and Albert trying to figure out how to get Albert to pass as a straight uncle. Armand tries to go through with Val's plan, but very quickly into seeing how it's hurting Albert, he abandons it and reaches for anything he can think of to keep Albert present and part of their lives. He screws up initially by saying "Barbara's parents are coming and we thought it would be better if you weren't here".

There are so many ways that could have been better explained so it would not have come across as "you're horrifying and you'll scare the straights so you're going away". To Armand's credit, he chases after Albert and almost immediately explains "It's not you, the girl's parents are assholes." He could have led with that, but again, we play it up for laughs a bit... and it even humanizes him a little, shows that he makes mistakes.

Then there are several scenes where Armand is working as hard as he can to figure out how to teach Albert to play a straight man, and he's super supportive and coaches Albert to the best of his ability. There are moments where Albert says "too swishy?" or "screaming queen?" and Armand doesn't get loud or angry. He responds with feedback, but he doesn't insult or berate or belittle. Sure there's the whole thing with the pinky while holding a glass, but that's played up for laughs.

They are clearly supportive of each other and are desperate to pull this off for Val while also trying to keep from hurting each other.

Sixth: Val is kind of a little shit throughout the film, trying to 'tone down' his two gay parents... but when it finally comes out, when they can't hide it anymore, Val doesn't try to concoct another hairbrain lie... he just comes out and says it.

"This is my mother." as he pulls Albert's wig off and wraps an arm around him.

It took him going through the whole film, seeing the hurt and pain he's causing by forcing the people who raised him to be something they aren't... on a deeply personal and socially hateful level. But he finally comes around. It's an interesting reversal. Usually it's the kids lying to the parents, or even lying for the parents to hide from someone else... but it's the parents lying for the benefit of their son. Val finally gets it, and becomes just as unapologetic about it as Armand... though perhaps with less "fuck the senator" energy.

Seventh: It didn't occur to me until I watched the movie again as an adult, but the scene between Armand and the lady who gave birth to Val--where she's kind of coming on to Armand, playing with his chest hair and what not. Armand is obviously deeply uncomfortable with the situation, but he doesn't dare try to assert himself and set boundaries, otherwise she might not agree to come to the dinner and pretend for the senator and his wife. It's an interesting power dynamic reversal. Usually, it's the man in the position of power forcing the woman to put up with behavior she might not otherwise be comfortable with--and it hits real different as an adult because a lot of us are trained to not see the problem with her behavior, even when Albert bursts in and sees what they're doing so we know there's a potential sexual connotation. We're trained only to see men taking advantage of women... not the other way around, and there's a conversation to be had about that.

Eighth: Val is 20. The Senator says "you're not even 18 yet". And yet Barbara says "We've been sleeping together for over a year"

That means she's currently 17... in college. She was at the absolute oldest 16... in college... and Val was 19--at the oldest--when they met and started sleeping together.

That is deeply problematic, and yet we're not going to think anything of it because we are trained by media and by certain groups to think that if it's a boy and a girl, and they're only two or three years apart, then it should be fine, nothing wrong with it, they're both in college so it's okay.

As a kid, it didn't click with me that those ages didn't make sense. They were older than me and that's all that was needed for processing.

Now... hoooo boy. That's a whole thing. I don't know if that's an artifact left over from the play the film is based on... but damn... c'mon... you can adjust their ages and it won't destroy the plot.

Ninth: The fact that Albert keeps getting gendered differently all throughout the film. Sometimes someone uses he/him to refer to Albert. Sometimes, someone uses she/her. And this is just completely natural, no one blinks or gives it a second thought. As a kid, this kind of confused me a little, but not enough for me to ask questions about it. It was just a tiny curiosity and I moved on from it.

Maybe my kid brain thought it was supposed to be a joke, or maybe brain just went *shrug* maybe it doesn't matter what pronouns Albert uses? I don't know. That's one aspect I can't recall much detail about from that period in my life. But looking on it today, it actually seems rather interesting that the film was able to get away with switching pronouns so readily.

You would think that the studio would insist on correctly gendering Albert at all times except for when he's in drag. It's very true to life--because a lot of drag performers who are AMAB will happily go by either masculine or feminine pronouns. It doesn't really matter to them. Hell _I_ go by whatever pronouns someone feels like calling me. I'm not fancy. I'll use whatever's in the fridge. It's just an added detail that makes the film feel just that much more genuine.

Tenth: This one may seem a little superficial to some, but I don't care. I kind of love the art deco look of the nightclub--the exterior, the interior, and the apartment above it. I love the layout of the apartment. I love the kitchen. I love the bedrooms. I love the whole place. I would kill to live in a place like that. As a kid, no nevermind, just goes over my head. But as an adult who has lived in several places now, and would love to never have to deal with frigid winter weather... and to have all the light that the massive number of windows that place provided... it absolutely hits different.

I'm sure I could go on... but... I just wanted to gush about this movie because it's still to this day... so fucking good and it holds the fuck up. I think it should be mandatory viewing for all young queer folk so they can get just a little taste of what it was like for their queer elders, help them appreciate just how much progress has been made... while also understanding just how much further there is to go.

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[tgh2023]

Muskaan Arora: A New Age Storyteller

“Today, I stand at the helm of digital-first natives who are constantly redefining brand communications to help businesses build stronger identities.”

Muskaan Arora (Founder & CEO, 11 Ouest)

Young entrepreneurs and their innovative ideas are spearheading a significant change in the business landscape. This success is driven by their unrelenting dedication and commitment to make the best of every obstacle. Muskaan Arora, the Founder & CEO of 11 Ouest, is one such new age leader. Her philosophy revolves around the timeless connector that is storytelling. “Be it stories narrated by our parents or tales of travel that we discuss with our friends, stories have always been the pillars of human connection,” says Arora. Her journey from New York to New Delhi is a culmination of many such stories, which led her to establish 11 Ouest.

While age is no bar for any entrepreneurial venture, many assumed her young age to be a potential barrier. However, her ‘less experience’ turned out to be a double-edged sword. In her own words, “For every professional who doubted my capabilities, many more took a chance on us and appreciated the new ideologies & working culture we brought to the table.”

After graduating from the Fashion Institute of Technology – New York, Arora’s first step in the industry was guided by seasoned retail marketers. In her association with esteemed companies like Reliance Brands Limited, Havas Group India, and Spike Brand & Content Studio, she honed her craft of digital storytelling. Arora adds, “Each of my prior experiences played a vital role in laying the groundwork for setting up my own creative agency.”

Today, she stands at the helm of a team of digital-first natives who are constantly redefining brand communications to help businesses build stronger identities. The CEO adds, “While we are an equal opportunity employer and are agnostic to gender, it so happened by coincidence that today, we are a women-run & women-led company and this is a matter of great pride for me.”

THE 11 OUEST JOURNEY

In today’s business era, where most communication is digitized and human touch is minimal, the element of authenticity is all the more important in interactions between brands and consumers. Arora iterates, “Every brand has its own story waiting to be unleashed and our job, as brand custodians, is to get that story to the hearts of their audience.” With exceptional branding, insightful strategies, and memorable content, 11 Ouest augments such brand stories, influencing hearts and minds alike.

11 Ouest specializes in boutique branding and marketing services for brands in the RE (Real Estate) and Retail space. The company’s two-pronged service model focuses on Brand Consulting and Digital Storytelling to offer end-to-end brand communications and innovative positioning for every client they take on. “Our portfolio spans across corporate names such as Unison Group and PVR Cinemas, while including newer players like Mi Arcus and Liberty Lifestyle. No matter who the client is, 11 Ouest emphasizes high quality output accompanied by personalized attention, dynamic collaboration, and a deep-seeded understanding of the brand; this is how we have built the 11O family”, says Arora.

THE COMPANY ETHOS

The company’s USP lies in the ethos of humanizing brands and crafting lovemarks not just trademarks. In founding this team, Arora employed three key values: Emotional Intelligence, Dynamic Risk Taking & Adaptive Agility. Combining them with a shared sense of ownership and collective growth, 11O’s dream team was established. Her thought process is deeply rooted in a desire to do more than just optimise the efficiency of the teams. 

She believes in empowering individuals to hold their own, thereby fostering a positive work culture. At first glance, autonomy and collaboration may come across as contradictory; however, the team strikes a perfect balance between the two. Each of the executives are responsible for making decisions for their respective teams, while also engaging in creative discussions when working on a project. The team at 11 Ouest believes that creative collaboration and collective effort are the core values that drive the organization’s operations. 

Arora also believes that being a team of young digital-first natives is an asset of immense value to the organization as well as the clients. “Our team constitutes of people who have grown up with the social media, the era of digital influx has been our natural habitat. So, we understand the pulse of digital India and the pace at which it has been evolving in terms of the consumers’ priorities, expectations, and aspirations.” 

THE WAY FORWARD

Arora concludes, “The ‘digital future’ is now our present, which is why 11 Ouest has curated a team of new-age storytellers who are not only a significant part of current consumer group but will also be major decision-makers in the near future. This is where the natural talent of Team 11 Ouest lies such that the team brings with itself a primary understanding of the digital landscape which in turn strengthens the connection brands want to establish with their consumers online. 

Every brand is transitioning to this novel landscape, allowing us to explore new horizons faster than ever before. I’m grateful for our team’s stronghold in the Real Estate & Retail space, which continues to grow every day. As we embark on our next growth phase, tech enablement and product development of this business shall be our unique proposition moving forward.”

[aegor-bamfsteel]

“Prince Daeron gave a weary shrug. "Egg has the truth of it. Aerion's quite the monster. He thinks he's a dragon in human form, you know. That's why he was so wroth at that puppet show. A pity he wasn't born a Fossoway, then he'd think himself an apple and we'd all be a deal safer, but there you are." —The Hedge Knight

“And you had best be careful what you say of my family, magister. Kinslayer or no, I am a lion still." That seemed to amuse the lord of cheese no end. He slapped a meaty thigh and said, "You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles. I can take you to a real lion, my little friend. The prince keeps a pride in his menagerie. Would you like to share a cage with them?" The lords of the Seven Kingdoms did make rather much of their sigils, Tyrion had to admit. "Very well," he conceded. "A Lannister is not a lion. Yet I am still my father's son, and Jaime and Cersei are mine to kill." —ADWD Tyrion I

GRRM has various characters mock the idea that sigil animal=family, to the point he has characters getting hurt or killed by their supposed patron animal. Daeron “the drunken” even mocks his younger brother’s Tárg exceptionalism ideas about being a dragon in human form, when he’s just a petty sadist who abuses his power as a prince. But in an effort to make the Tárgs seem cool and special, Condal does it unironically with them and other houses (even though it’s canon the Westerlands lions are a critically endangered species) when it’s supposed to be a joke that the Westerosi nobles take their sigils too seriously.

“I don’t think we’re going to be able to do it, but I would love to literally just have a pet lion,” Campbell said on “Pardon My Take” in 2021.  “Just a legit pet lion on a chain, a big ass chain, and he really is my pet. We just walk around the building, we go out to practice, we’re at 7-on-7, we’re behind the kicker when he’s kicking.” —National Football League Head Coach of the Detroit Lions Dan “Kneecap Biter” Campbell

(Disregarding actual animal safety because walking lions on leashes is dangerous, I mean there’s a reason carnivore keepers in zoos interact with adult lions through a fence, apparently Lions ownership was okay with it but the league said no. Also asking if he can bring a live Lion to games isn’t in the top 3 of Campbell’s craziest ideas.)

Since the show is clearly doing whatever, and division rival Packers QB Aaron Rodgers had a cameo in Season 8 Episode 5 of the parent show (where he gets burned alive), Dan Campbell should be invited to cameo as part of the Lannister army to fulfill his “lion on campaign” wish.

Condal doubling down on that the-sigil-of-each-house-is-sacred bullshit by having the Lannisters bring a lion with them on their campaign made me shed a single, silent, tortured tear.

If the Tullys don’t bring a gigantic ass trout in a fishtank with them, I’m not gonna keep watching the show.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

imo i think childe is more likely the one to not want his waifu to be taken by anyone other than him. he's more of the 'u can look but no touch' incel, selfish and self-centered, can't stomach the thought of someone else using his things.

like he probably has jacked off to ntr or cuckholding but no way will he be the cucked, man's think he's THE hentai protag lmao

zhongli feels like he has that mindset of being benevolent, allowing someone else to have a taste of his darling i think,,,, like he treats his waifu like how he treats his possession--to be properly appreciated by others.

and if having her fucked and used by others is how she gets appreciated, then he would do it,

//ive lowkey written more filth to u than my entire writing life jsyk so congrats on that achievement lmaoooo

this has been sitting in my drafts for so long simply because i was being selfish with it. this is so so yummy but at long last it is for the public to enjoy...

*CHILDE

he's never been good at sharing. if its his it should be his only. well, he'd share things with you. Ajax would give you the world on a silver platter if that would make you happy. but he'd never share you. to do such would be blatantly disrespectful to his own masculinity and pride. what kind of real man would allow others to touch their property? 'beta males,' he'd scoff to himself. even a slight joke shot his way by Kaeya about wanting a turn on you would be met with violent aggression. perhaps he overreacted but he was pleased to know the scar that was surely to be left down Kaeya's chest would deter him or anyone from saying that stuff again. you're his.

anything involving sharing in the many hentai's he's watched were to be left there. if anyone's going to watch their girlfriend get fucked its going to be whoever you were with before him. they're more than welcome to watch him please and use you better than they ever have and ever will.

that said, Ajax has sent a fair share of videos with him balls deep in you to 'the boys' discord server. he'd tout it as a show of skill and ownership but part of it was definitely his exhibitionism kicking in. a couple of video calls between him and friends have also ended with you over the desk being fucked into the next century by a very desperate Ajax. to covet is fine but to take is not.

*ZHONGLI

he's got over a decade of years more under his belt than Ajax. such time has allowed him to build patience and appreciation for his treasures like never before. he was certainly a lot more like Ajax in his younger years but he only rolls his eyes at the thought. he perceives such jealousy and aggression as insolent. Zhongli would no longer be or allow himself to be so... childish; no pun intended. he's simply beyond that.

on some nights he doesn't want anything more than to be able to appreciate your reactions and movements without distraction. such evenings will lead to Zhongli personally picking out someone that he'd like to see fuck you instead. sometimes its large and skillful men and other times its skinny guys who have never even seen a boob in their life. the variety excites him and allows him to pick out what exactly your body enjoys the most far easier. he likes both kinds of guys for different but similar reasons. seeing you get pounded hard and heavy by a beefy guy leaves him panting over how overstimulated your body is. he adores being able to make you sob further after the guest has left. with those guys who know little to nothing, he's amused to see you cry and beg for more of what little they can give you. then, he gets to play the knight in shining armor and please you himself.

he's comfortable since, at the end of the day, no one can fuck you better than him. he knows this by means of such intense trials on you and your body. he loves you enough to share!