#repeating started out as a correct fact and not a lie

[krosiefics]

i wanna see you naked • yang jeongin

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: You and Jeongin decide to play two truths and a lie, taking shots of soju as a punishment. Who knew that with all the drinking Jeongin would confess his fantasies about you.

WC: 2k

Tags/Warnings: afab!reader, softdom!jeongin, bsf!jeongin, pure smut, pwp, intoxicated sex FULLY CONSENSUAL, piv, unprotected sex (DON’T DO THAT…also pee after sex guys), creampie, breeding kink(?), grinding, cunnilingus (clothed cunnilingus), fingering, hair pulling, doggystyle, light spanking, not proof read

a/n: YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY HIS SOLO STAGE BECAUSE WTF WAS THAT…Baby Bread nuh uh more like Daddy Toast…sorry-look I know Jeongin’s saying “call you my hallucination” (????) I think…it’s something hallucinations- but let’s all admit we ALL heard ‘I wanna see you naked’

“Ugh, I’m so bored!” You groaned, tossing your head back. You sat on the floor in front of the sofa while your best friend played and braided your hair behind you. “Hey, isn’t me doing your hair fun?” The black hair boy with a bleached spot commented. You turned your head, shooting him a playful glare. “You’re the one braiding it.”

“Fine, fine. What if we play a game?” Jeongin hummed, a piece of your hair unbraiding itself when his fingers loosened. “Ooh, two truths and a lie!” You say excitedly, giving him the strand of hair that had fallen against the nape of your neck, “I’ll start!”

“You suck at braiding hair. I don’t like your weirdly spotted hair…and,” you begin to ponder a third statement, “and I think your dimples are cute.”

You smile to yourself, a small tug of your hair causes you to scowl, “Hey!”

“I do not suck at braiding hair, I’m just learning!” Jeongin scoffs in a jokingly offended tone.

You turn over your shoulder again, Jeongin’s grasp on your hair seizing yet again. You give him an unamused look, shaking your head.

“What’s the lie Innie?” You prompt him, “I dunno…you’ve never called my simple cute before so that’s weird. And you haven’t really cared about my hair…I’m gonna say it’s the hair one?” Jeongin stated in a questioning manner, shrugging as he attempted to restart the braid- again. You pull your hair away, swiveling your body to face Jeongin.

“Correct, I do like your weirdly spotted hair. What do you want?” Jeongin gave you a confused look, “What do you mean ‘what do I want’?”

“Well you won that round, what do you want?”

“Oh we’re getting penalties?” Jeongin hummed in amusement, his interest peaking in this game, “Go get me one of those mochis you hide, I know you have some.”

You frown at him before getting up from your spot on the floor to retrieve the doughy dessert. A few more rounds of the game went on before the two of you decided to turn it into a drinking game, a shot of soju for every loss. You’ve lost track of how many rounds have gone by, your mind too fuzzy from the alcohol to recall.

“Okay, my turn again!” Jeongin grinned, he wasn’t nearly as drunk as you, having given you insane scenarios to choose from and getting almost every round of yours right. “I’ve seen you naked.”

“What?!” Your eyes shoot open, Jeongin’s statement sobering you slightly. “You want to see me naked.”

Your cheeks flush red, cause it’s true- though you’d never admit it. You must be a madman to not think that your best friend is hot, and that fact alone has made you have some thoughts about him.

“And, I wanna see you naked.”

Jeongin’s cheeks had a pink hue, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol. “What?” You breathed out shakily, you could feel yourself become aroused, you blamed the soju for that.

“I…I wanna see you naked.” Jeongin repeated himself, his face turning a darker shade of pink now.

You had no clue what possessed you to strip yourself of your loose t-shirt, but you blamed it on the alcohol. Jeongin watched your every move as you rid yourself of the material, his lip caught between his teeth. The sight alone sent arousal straight to his hardening cock, twitching in his pants.

You tossed the shirt somewhere onto the floor nearby, barring your bra covered chest to Jeongin. The black haired boy stared at you, his eyes grazing every bit of your exposed skin. He hesitantly brought his hand up before trailing his index finger along your bra strap.

Jeongin’s fingers trailed along the top trim of the bra, following the curve of your breast. Your breath hitches and he stops, Jeongin gives you a knowing look, you simply shake your head assuring him to go on. “Can I…can I take this off?” He stared up at you with flushed cheeks and a lazy soft gaze.

“Only if you,” You say, you bring your hand up to the hem of his white t-shirt implying your want, “take this off too.” Jeongin happily complies, a wide grin plastered across his face as he lifted and tugged his shirt over his head. “So I guess you do wanna see me naked.” He grins, you let out a playful huff.

Jeongin watches as your chest heaves and your thighs rub together under his eyes. Jeongin shifted closer towards you, “Is this okay?” His breath fanned across your cheek to your ear, you simply nodded in response. Jeongin’s fingers unclasped your bra from the back, the straps falling off your shoulders before the full undergarment was discarded.

The boy in front of you just stared in awe at your body, his eyes ranking up and down each curve of your breasts and waist. Growing timid under his gaze, you cross your arms in front of your body.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asks, his hand reaching to rest gently on your knee.

“No,” You breath out shakily, “I dunno…I know it’s weird but…I want it so bad- fuck I want you so bad.” You ramble, your trembling hands cupping his face. Oh how you wanted to lean in and kiss his pink lips. “Fucking hell.” Jeongin breathed out before connecting your lips together.

His lips were rough against yours, every ounce of lust and desire fueling the kiss. You raised from your spot on the floor, climbing onto Jeongin’s lap, straddling his thighs. Jeongin’s hands are immediately on your body, trailing them along your hips to your waist. His hands trailed slowly towards your ass, but never quite grabbed you.

Out of frustration you took his hands in yours and placed them on your ass, letting him know that it’s okay. Jeongin’s rough hands squeezed the fatty flesh before rubbing the area. You moan into his mouth when you feel his erection poking your clothed cunt.

“Fuck,” You bite your lip, pulling away from the kiss and resting your head against his. “Wanted this for so long, Innie.” You whine as his hands cup your breast, his fingers flicking your hardened buds. “Shit baby, I’ve wanted this too!” Jeongin says, his hips bucking into you.

Your hands fumble to his waistband, trying to desperately free him of the clothing. Jeongin’s lips attached to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Once you tugged at his slacks, he lifted his hips, letting you slide the pants along with his underwear down.

“Fuck, can I?” You say, pulling away from his lips once more as you stared at his erected cock. “Next time babe.” Jeongin said, watching you with amusement as you drooled over his cock. He swiftly flipped you onto your back, his fingers going to the waistband of your loose shorts.

You helped Jeongin slide them down your shorts, as you were gonna reach to pull your underwear down, he stopped you. “Don’t.” Jeongin simply stated, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

He maneuvered himself downwards till he was settled between your legs. Jeongin left kisses along your thighs up towards your heat. As he stared at your panties, he noticed a wet patch of your arousal stained on them, a sense of pride swelled over him knowing that he was the cause of it.

Jeongin suddenly leaned in and licked a stripe up your folds, a gasped moan falling from your lips as he continued lapping up your covered cunt. “Ah, Innie…they’ll be ruined.” You could feel the vibrations of his chuckle against your throbbing cunt, “I’ll buy you new ones, yeah?” He said, his hand making its way between your legs, slipping them under your panties and circling around your entrance.

“Ah, fuck Innie.” You moaned out as his finger nudged your panty to the side allowing his younger to finally meet your leaking pussy. Jeongin worked his finger in and out of your hole, stretching you by pushing another in, curling them at the right angle.

“Innie-“ You whined, neediness taking out your body, “Jeongin- stop!” And he did, Jeongin looked at you with round eyes, worried that he did something wrong or that he hurt you. “Are you okay?!” He says, pulling his finger out and wiping it on the couch cushion.

“I’m fine Innie, but if you don’t fuck me right now, so help me God.” Jeongin let out a sigh of relief before a small chuckle escaped his lips, “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He said climbing up to your face and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

You felt your face flush, “I- Jeongin…don’t just say stuff like that I- what?!” The words you formed in your head went numb on your tongue. Jeongin simply bit his lip cockily. “You��ugh.” You groaned, pushing his body off of yours, straddling his hips once again before taking his cock in your hand and dragging it along your wet folds.

“Oh fuck.” Jeongin hissed, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tightly. Every trace of his cockiness was wiped away. You could feel him throbbing underneath you, the veins along his cock protruding at the need for friction. “Babe, don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jeongin warns, squeezing the flesh at your hip.

“Who says I can’t finish it?” You taunt, a playful smirk on your face. Before you could blink, Jeongin had flipped you over the couch, your hands pinned above your head with one of his hands as his other guided the tip of his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jeongin smirks, barely pushing his tip in before pulling out again. “This is still okay right? You don’t need me to stop-“ “Yang Jeongin! I swear if you ask me that one more time- if I want you to stop I’ll tell you, just fuck me already.”

With your confirmation, Jeongin flushes out against your ass as he pushes himself into your warm heat. Erotic moans falling from both of your mouths. “Shit, you’re so tight baby.”

“Fuck, I feel so full.” You whine as Jeongin starts thrusting into you.

Jeongin watches as your tits bounce with each thrust he gives. His eyes linger on your ass as it smacks against his pelvis. A sudden smack echoed throughout the living space, followed by a sting of pain on your asscheek. Jeongin watched as the flesh moved under his touch, how it reddened so quickly, how you moaned as he spanked you.

“You're so pretty like this, bent over and taking my cock like this.” Jeongin’s words go straight to your cunt, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

“Holy fuck I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered as Jeongin continued pounding you from behind. You were suddenly pulled back by your hair, forcing you to look up. “You gonna cum on my cock, doll?” Jeongin mumbled, his grip on your hair loosening so that he doesn’t hurt you.

“Mmm, fuck yes Innie! Please can I cum.” You cried out as your climax neared. “Cum on my cock baby, you got it.” He encouraged, his pace never faltering. A few more thrust and you orgasmed, a watery liquid wetting the two of you. “Fuck, you’re so sexy- you’re clenching so hard on me, doll.”

“Shit I’m gonna cum- where do you want it?” Jeongin grunted, his fingers retreating from your hair and wrists, gripping your hips yet again for support. “Inside.” You whimpered due to the overstimulation. Jeongin groaned as he filled you up with his seed, resting his head against the back of your shoulder as he emptied out inside of you, “You’re milking my cock so well baby.”

After pulling out and washing up, the two of you just layed there on the sofa in a daze. “So what was the lie?” You broke the silence. Jeongin looked over at you with a small smile, “That I had seen you naked- which I guess now isn’t necessarily a lie anymore.”

[bigfatbimbo]

Silly request but imagine helping Bill "groom" his triangle self. Gently wipe him with a cloth. Carefully dip it in the little space between the bricks, can't leave that zone unclean! Alternatively, a classic soapy bubble bath. Silly straws included, what the hell, he's probably drinking the bath water and listing the chemical ingredients back at you while you gently rub him clean. Fun times

The Bug Collector

1.1k words,, Bill Cipher x reader

a/n — Procrastination killed my soul during this, I think it turned out okay, though! Sorry for typos, your girl is tired.

warnings — SFW, post!weirdmaggedon, as ‘fluffy’ as you can get with Bill cipher, he is his own warning, kinda toxic relationships, fluff and bill being pathetic

summary — Reader assists a recently fallen Bill Cipher in self care, despite his general all-mighty asshole-ness.

The exoskeleton of a bug was practical, a water-tight barrier most commonly known for muscle attachments, and its use to shelter and protect the insects gushy insides from its harsh environment. 

The exoskeleton of a triangle was for mostly for aesthetics, as the underneath was far more horrifying than anything in the harsh environment around it. Or so the triangle claims.

You dipped a soapy sponge into the bucket in front of you, as bill propped his feet up on the bathtub. 

“You conquer worlds and destroy planets, but yeah, why not draw the line at cleaning yourself.”

“Please, what better way to make use out of my new human pet— partner, than this?” He corrected loudly and purposefully. Then looking to the side, he mumbled, “And besides, kid, you have no idea how hard it is to clean between the bricks. Euck— So many blind spots.”

The first part was a throwaway reminder that he had far more power than you in this dynamic, something you’d picked up on Bill casually doing in his time with you. 

Being roommates with a butt-hurt demon, given the ending of weirdmaggedon, allowed you the privilege of being more cautious than previous humans were with Bill. For example, you’ve taken to keeping track of his repeated habits and patterns. 

On of which, just so happened to be reminding you how small you were compared to him. 

You jabbed the sponge in-between on of the bricks, “Ow!” He narrowed his eye at you, “Watch it, pal. I’m starting to think you’ve never cleaned a triangle before.”

“I’d hate to give that impression.” You softened your hold on him, “Delicate work, I always say.”

And it was delicate work. After his defeat, he’d been roughed up a surprising bit, powers even weakened. 

Weakened.

“Not too delicate,” he shot you glance. Guess he’d heard that thought process. 

Although, most days he’d seemed to be in a thought process of his own. Weird.

You cleared your throat, “How often does this even need to be done?”

He blinked, “Well, let’s see. Once every—“ he waved his hand around “—few hundred years. Very high maintenance, do not recommend it.”

High maintenance, yeah. At this point, Bill had taken to talking about some other topic, you hadn’t been really listening, something about intergalactic food joints.

Every once and a while he’d bring up something that happened with one of his ‘henchmaniacs’ before getting slightly irritated at the lack of presence in his life now, and changing the subject. 

Bill was interesting to study, you couldn’t lie. His eyelashes curled away from each other, like the mangled legs of a recently dead spider. His hands were very present when he talked, like most people of business. His body flicked side to side slightly at certain moments. 

You became more gentle naturally, taking care of every crevice, and for some reason Bill becomes gradually quieter.

“Something wrong?” You asked, not stopping.

Bill blinked, “Eh, been a minute since i’ve had a human servant. Maybe, I was thinking of other things you can help with!”

You sigh, “Yeah, because i’m your servant. As if.” In your mind, your thinking do the fact he was your roommate, in your house, eating your food. 

“Hey, don’t get all butt-hurt. You’re all ants to me, buddy, nothing to be ashamed of!” His eye flicked back and forth between you and the room.

Then you stop scrubbing, “Bill, I might as well be your landlord.” You know he can read your thoughts, so you make a point to justify yourself. Already weakened from his failed apocalypse, anything other than vague respect for you would land him homeless. Most likely, his response to this would be killing you, but there’s only so much he can do afterwards. 

He’d have a place to stay, but with no electricity or heating, and in his damaged physical form he actively does need those things. And trying to get a new human would be a hassle, and unlike you, no guarantee they’d let him stay there without calling the authorities.

“Yeesh,” Bill remarks, “Buzzkill… You are still a bug compared to me, though—“

You drop the sponge in the bucket, “I think you’re done.”

He looks taken aback when you pull away, “What? Come on, over the bug comment? Jeez, buddy—“

“No I mean you’re actually done,” you gesture to his body, now shining and slick with soap suds. “I got everything, there’s nothing else to do.”

You go to turn around before you feel a small hand grabbing for the back of your shirt. 

“Wait, wait!” He breathes, eye flicking from side to side, “… You have to dry me off first.”

He looked slightly panicked, like if you stopped taking care of him now, you’d leave and never come back. Your thought process earlier couldn’t have helped. 

The way he scurried and gasped for you was reminiscent of panicked earwig and a rock is lifted up. The comparison should have grossed you out, but it kinda just made you feel a little bad.

If he was paying attention to your thoughts, he didn’t show it. This would have usually given you the impression he’d wanted you to be thinking the way you were, but he seemed a little wrapped up in his own head. 

“Come on, kid. Don’t tell me you’re gonna kick me out because I asked you to dry me off. One last thing and then you don’t even have to talk to me the rest of the night! Sounds like a good deal, right?” 

His slightly desperate looking sales pitch was met with a sigh, you picked up a dry towel and began to pat the soap suds off of him. His body slowly breathed in, making it look like he was sighing, but no noise came out.

You wondered then if he was actually touch-starved, but cut your thoughts there because this time he had nothing better to do then pay attention to what you were thinking. 

“Ouch, i’m not that desperate, pal.” But he was.

His exoskeleton was dry, but you didn’t stop patting him down. His eyelid shut slowly, and the spider-legs on them curled into each other once more. 

The exoskeleton of a bug was practical, but one of a triangle seemed to simply be for aesthetics. 

However, on some rare occasions, it possesses the same desire for love as human bodies. Only, when very desperate, of course. 

[baby-tini]

what do you think about mikey dealing with a brat?

TW- Implied Abuse

Well, while it does depend on what Mikey we're exactly talking about, because you'll get a couple mixed reactions, but, it's still Mikey overall, and he doesn't exactly play nice with brats. Sure, again depending on which one, he can find brats fun, but... he'll quickly grow very tired of your little attitude and not so softly, put you back in your place.

Toman!Mikey likes a little brat on occasion, it gets him worked up and sometimes he'll grow bored of your obedience, so he likes the little change in your behavior, and while he doesn't need the excuse too put your little ass back in submission, it gives him one, and you don't get too be mad when your ass is bruised for the next couple of days. You were being a brat, you have no right too pout when your ass is all sore and you can't sit right for a bit, instead sitting uncomfortably on your side. Manila!Mikey quickly becomes annoyed with you and your attitude, why are you all of a sudden being such a little bitch when he's being so sweet with you. He gets tired of having too remind you too behave, so, he starts too just react, saying nothing as he puts you over his lap. There's no more asking, there's just doing now, he's grown tired of repeating himself and the fact that you lie to him with empty apologies and meaningless promises too never act like a brat again, just pisses him off more, so there's no telling you off anymore, if he bruises your ass enough, you should figure it out for yourself. There's already the expectations of obedience with Kanto!Mikey, because, while the other Mikeys, with the expectations of Street Racer!Mikey, put their hands on you already. Kanto!Mikey takes it to a whole new level, he'll beat you into submission, he doesn't repeat himself, he tells you once and expects you too listen, and if you don't... well, that's on you and it's your own fault. You really only have yourself too blame as he digs his steel-toed boots into your ribcage, don't start crying, start listening and you wouldn't be in this very painful position. He really doesn't care for the cries that fall from your lips as he does so, it's honestly pointless, all you're gonna do is tire yourself out...thinking about it though, that's probably for the best, you can't be an ungrateful brat when you're sleeping. Bonten!Mikey really doesn't care, as long as that behavior isn't directed at him and you're not causing too much chaos around Bonten or embarrassing him, then do whatever you want. Although, while he's not as quickly agitated as Kanto!Mikey, when he tells you too stop, you better listen and you better listen the first time, because he also doesn't like repeating himself and most of the time, he won't, he'll just physically correct your behavior and if that still doesn't persuade you into obedience, he has no problem letting you watch Sanzu torture traitors. Because in the moment, you are betraying him, and he hates traitors. Street Racer!Mikey doesn't really mind, because he, himself, is a brat. It turns into more of a competition then a punishment, Draken is just honestly so done with you trying too out brat each other. When he really isn't in the mood though, he'll play for a bit before trying too persuade you into being behaved, and if that doesn't work, he'll become quite serious and kinda turn back into that authoritative gang leader that he used too be. He likes playing with you but... when it's time too stop, it's time too stop.

[chalkrevelations]

So, @drmelking and @eveningspirit have been having a conversation about whether and how Santos may have been manipulative during the 1.09 confrontation with Langdon, and I want to tag in for a minute on this one, but the thread is getting long, so I thought I'd make another post.

I'm also one of the people who accused Santos of manipulating Langdon, firstly because a lie is an attempt at manipulation. It just is, full stop. You're trying to get someone to do something or to react in some way that you don't think they'd do if you told them the truth.

Digging deeper, while I agree with @eveningspirit on this:

At the same time, those witnesses may see who he really is. That he dislikes her. Unfairly. It's her chance.

I don't think the lie Santos tells was instinctive. It's too targeted for the response she needs from Langdon for there to be no calculation in it - in the specific lie that flips Santos' decision with Mohan's, that flips saline for Ativan + Keppra. The fact that she's taking on blame for not calling Langdon back into the room is ultimately far less important than the fact that she's shifting responsibility for what could have been a lethal mistake if it hadn't turned out to be a Hail-Mary save.

I could maybe be convinced that part of what's going on is that she's protecting herself from danger, although my impression was that it's less immediate/physical danger than the danger of Langdon getting her kicked out of the residency program. My impression was that this lie was mainly about proving that Langdon's unfairly got it in for her, and not only will he yell at her for doing the same thing that he wouldn't yell at someone else for doing, but that he'll actually praise someone else for doing the same (risky, non-protocol) thing he would reprimand Santos for. So, success! She manipulated him into exposing that, not only to her, but in front of a half-dozen witnesses - including Mohan, who now feels aggrieved on her behalf and is a potential new ally, conveniently replacing Garcia.

The fact that Mohan is a third-year resident who Langdon's worked with and knows - and who's had those hundreds of hours of simulation training plus experience with real patients that Langdon ends up yelling about - compared to an unknown who's literally nine hours into her first shift as a doctor, who Langdon has responsibility for despite having no real feel for her knowledge, instincts and decision-making capabilities yet, and who in fact has repeatedly shown that she's so terrifyingly over-confident that she'll just give orders without touching base with her senior resident so that he could not only teach her but try to correct mistakes before they happen - none of that context occurs to her, because of course it doesn't (because she wouldn't be the character she is, if it did). But I think this is part of why Langdon isn't giving her the chances he's giving Mel, who not only has more experience, but more importantly, who started their relationship by being honest about her own emotional reactions and by coming to him about the gummies kid and saying "I need help," while showing the work she'd already done.

He's seen Mel's diagnostic work and knows it's thorough and well-thought-out. He knows Mel will ask for help if she thinks she needs it (for her patient, if not for herself, although she still does a shockingly good job on that front). He knows Mel is likely to recognize if she does need help. Conversely, his experience of Trinity is that she thinks she knows best, that she'll repeatedly do whatever she thinks is best without getting her senior resident's sign-off the way she's supposed to - despite repeated correction on that front - and he's seen evidence that some of her decision-making is beyond bad - potentially fatal. His nine hours with her have taught him that she thinks rules are for other people and that she'll ignore the guardrails that are set up to protect her, her patients, and her co-workers.

Yes, he probably just plain likes Mel better - Mel spends her downtime petting dogs and psyching herself up with geeky little raps and calling her autistic sister to make sure she's doing ok, while Trinity spends her downtime bullying the med students who are below her on the ladder and trying to start a whisper campaign that her meanie senior resident is a drug addict, and I know which one I like better - and Langdon needs to self-police the way that could affect the tenor of his interactions with Trinity vs. Mel. But Mel also has shown professionalism and skill in her job and has shown herself to be trustworthy in a way that Trinity just. Has Not. So Mel has earned a longer leash than Trinity.

Tangentially, I do find it interesting that one of the first things we see Robby do, in the first hour of this shift, is push calcium gluconate for hyperkalemia before labs are back on our marathon-runner after going through very much the same kind of thought process that Santos shows about our MDMA girl - Robby and Collins have essentially the same discussion as Santos and Mohan. And then Robby just goes and does it, the same way Santos just goes and does it, before the labs are even back. Robby at least has the benefit of years of experience, but I have to say I think it's interesting to see Robby and Santos so strongly paralleled in this, and I wonder what they're trying to show not only about Santos, but about Robby with that parallel.

[babygirlbites]

Wolves and their star signs

Hello my little cherubs - how are we doing ? I hope we are doing well

Are we pretending I haven’t been gone for years? Absolutely!

Anyway, let’s talk star signs real quick. None of this is based on canon birthdays, I’m simply beyond Stephanie and her knowledge of her own characters.

These are MY opinions, which are fact as I am factually never wrong. However you are welcome to discuss

Jacob is a Leo; bold, stubborn, natural born leader. this man has main characteritis for sure. I’ve never met a Leo man who didn’t think he was always correct and was so headstrong about it, even when being actively proven wrong. I feel like Jake could wake up one morning and decide the sky is red and anyone who disagreed or god forbid brought factual evidence to him that disproved this would be ignored AND judged. However, Leo’s are loyal (to a fault, often) so although he’s headstrong he’s a ride or die for sure. If he likes you he is going to defend you against anything (excluding himself though because remember, he’s always right) and if he LOVES YOU pfft, I wouldn’t be messing with a Leo’s lover that’s for sure.

Sam is a Pisces; emotional, calm, strong willed. ugh, where do i start. Pisces are so emotional, which may seem like a good thing but I promise you those Pisces men can and will use this to manipulate, gaslight and gatekeep. He’s artistic though, and generally a reliable gent, but sometimes he can be a real nasty little man. He’s sly about his anger, he isn’t a shouting/agressive man at all, he would never DREAM of hurting you (the Emily situation will not repeat) but he can make you feel like shit emotionally. Pisces are just too clever idk I don’t mean to slander you all but as an aqua woman yous are real difficult

Embry is an Aquarius; Creative, smart, thinks outside the box, independent . He’s sensitive, but only when he’s close enough to you to allow you too see that. Aqua knows aqua, I know this boy would be super hard to get into the inner circle of. Sure, he’s openly friendly to everyone, but only the small few that HE allows close will see the real him. Once you do though, he’s an open book, belly laughing at your shitty dad jokes and ugly crying at pet rehoming tiktoks on his fyp.

Paul is a Gemini; loud, fun, and maybe a bit toxic. now I did debate aries for Paul but I just think he’s an air sign through and through. Sure, he’s firey as hell, but he’s so charming and no Aries has that level of rizz (sorry guys but the truth hurts sometimes). He’s a player through and through, he’s got a contacts list full of girls under code names like “girl from Seattle” or “drives a Honda” - which the feminist in me has an issue with but I can’t lie I love a Gemini. They are feral, and as long as you can prepare for that, then they will be the most fun you ever have. Just don’t get attached, or do, I can’t tell you what to do!

Jared is a libra; fun, lighthearted and emotionally wrecked. I love libras but damn do you guys wear your hearts on your sleeves! You’re so easily hurt, and you’ve BEEN hurt, and guess what? You’ll get hurt again. I feel like Jared’s the kind of guy to get played by the same girl/guy multiple times but still tell everyone they are his “twin flame”. Please treat this boy right - I don’t know if he can take the heartbreak (he can, and it will NOT put him off)

Quil is a cancer; he’s soft, he’s loving and he’s emotionally enlightened! We love a cancer in this house, emotional like a Pisces but open like a libra, a cancer is the right mix of mature and fun. They are sweet and sensitive and if any star sign is going to be an empath, it’s cancer. I feel like quil is the guy you go too when you’ve just found out something awful - all the guys would be there for you but where Paul or Jake or Sam even would blow a gasket and leave you alone while then went out on a rampage to hurt whomever was unlucky enough to hurt the one they love, Quil would take you in, cook for you and listen to whatever you had to say. Of course, he’s angry someone has upset you, but he’s more bothered that you are okay then that they aren’t. He’s a good guy, that’s all.

Leah is a Taurus; strong willed, well routed and stubborn. She’s practical, she’s gonna tell you straight up what she thinks with no filter, and sometimes that can hurt. She’s not the biggest personality in the room or the loudest voice at the party but she’s straight to the point and not afraid to be heard when she sees fit. She’s fun too, when she wants to be and with whom she wants to be. Under all of this though she’s family centred; she will kill for her family (and found family).

Seth is a Virgo; bold, grounded but enchanting. Virgos have a way of capturing a whole room without even having to try, they aren’t brash or loud but they are just so vibrant man idk! There’s something about them. Anyway I think Seth is just a lovely sunshine character, he’s deffo got cancer in his big three too, maybe his moon, but the Virgo energy is there for me. He’s the fun earth sign and he’s not gonna let you forget it

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

1k for 🛑

Hell yeah!

---

This is actually a really complicated question, even though the answer is strictly yes. Yes, he is single. Yes, he does not currently have a partner to whom he has any agreement of exclusivity. However, he does have this date coming up that he hopes means he’ll never be single again, so…

“No,” Buck answers.

Ravi looks at him, frowning. 

“What?” He asks. 

“Totally taken,” Buck continues with the lie. His mouth starts moving before his brain has a chance to consider any consequences. “Uh, in fact, I’m-I’m married.”

Ravi’s jaw drops. 

“Married?” The girl asks. “You’re not wearing a ring.”

Buck looks down at his own hand. Shit.

“Uh, well,” Buck scrambles. “Metal rings aren’t allowed on the job. Could, uh… Melt. In a fire.”

“Oh my god?” Ravi says under his breath. 

“I really am married,” Buck continues to lie like an insane person.

“She’s lucky,” the woman grumbles.

“He. Him,” Buck corrects, like the pronouns section of a social media bio. “Eddie.”

Ravi coughs. 

“Okay, cool,” the woman no longer looks interested. “Good for Eddie.”

“We have a cat,” Buck keeps on going.

“You have a cat and a husband?” Ravi asks. 

“Yes, Ravi. As my coworker and friend you know all about my cat,” Buck glares at him. 

“Oh, sure,” Ravi nods. “Remind me of the cat’s name again?”

“Its name?” Buck repeats.

Ravi nods. 

“Ca… C.. Christopher.”

“You named your cat Christopher?” The woman asks.

Ravi bursts out laughing. 

▪️▪️▪️

Ravi can’t keep his damned mouth shut, and before long, everyone is laughing about Buck and his husband Eddie and their cat Christopher. Even Bobby. Like, okay, can they get some professionalism in this workplace? 

“I was trying to get her to leave me be!” Buck insists. 

“And you couldn’t have just said, no?” Hen asks.

“I told you I’m tired! I’m not thinking right,” Buck complains. 

Chimney pulls out his phone.

“Chim, what are you doing?” Buck asks. “Don’t tell Maddie.”

“I’m not telling Maddie,” Chim assures him.

“Phew,” Buck mumbles.

“I’m calling Eddie.”

“No!” Buck pleads. “No, no, no.”

“Hey, Eddie!” Chim says, then turns the phone on speaker.

Fuck.

“Hey, man. What’s up? Aren’t you working?” 

“Yeah, we’re working. We just have a fun Buck story we think you ought to hear. Considering you only missed it by a few shifts.”

“Chim, please,” Buck begs. 

“Hit me with it, Chim. Don’t listen to him.” 

Not very romantic pre-date behavior, if you ask Buck.

“This girl starts hitting on him at a call,” Chim says.

“No, no, no,” Ravi interjects, scooching his chair closer to Chim’s. “Let me tell it.”

“Yeah, poor Ravi was a witness,” Chim adds.

“This very drunk woman calls Buck pretty and asks him if he’s single, and Buck panics, makes up the lie that he’s married, and can only think to say that his husband’s name is Eddie and that you share a cat named Christopher.”

Buck is frozen. Oh god. Eddie is going to cancel their date.

Through the speaker, Eddie starts to laugh. 

“What the hell, Buck?” 

“I’m sorry!” Buck blurts. “I’m sorry, Eddie. My brain is… Not working.”

“Why would Christopher be a cat? You couldn’t have just said child?”

Buck blinks. 

“Uh… Well, I said cat before I thought of a name, and then I couldn’t think of a name.”

“That’s the part you object to?” Chim asks.

“Yeah, say kid next time. My son is too dignified to crap in a box.” 

“So Buck can use you as his fake husband again?” Ravi asks.

There’s a pause while Eddie presumably considers his next words.

“I’m more than willing to be the reason Buck never dates another person he meets on a call,” is Eddie’s answer.

Buck can’t help it. He thinks he must swoon. He feels his cheeks go red. His stomach flutters. He grins and looks down, holding back a legitimate giggle. 

“Wow,” Chim mutters, looking at him. “Well, gotta go, Eddie. Can’t wait to have you back. Someone else needs to deal with him.” “Looking forward to it.” 

Saturday

Buck goes home from his shift the next morning and crashes. Hard. He sleeps for several hours longer than his usual post-shift nap. He really needs the rest. 

He wakes up to several missed texts from Eddie. His heart hammers as he reads them.

Now that you’re off shift… 

Husband, huh?

Buck?

You’d better be napping.

Buck texts him back that he was, in fact, napping, because he was very tired, because someone chose nighttime to ask him on a date and leave him too excited to sleep. Which maybe is not a chill thing to text before the actual date. Whatever. What dignity does Buck have left after what Chim and Ravi put him through? Very little. 

Instead of replying to Buck’s fic, Eddie calls him. Buck yelps a little when the phone starts vibrating. Like Eddie is a scary caller. He’s gonna answer the phone and ask him if he likes scary movies. 

Buck takes a deep breath and answers. 

“Eddie?”

“I’ve really got you flustered.” 

“Don’t sound so smug,” Buck grumbles.

“Oh, no, no. I like it. How many times have you teased me for not having game?” 

Damn it. That’s true. But, in Buck’s defense, Eddie is a mess around… Around women. 

“Oh my god, are you gay?”

Eddie laughs. “I asked you on a date.”

“I agreed to the date, and I’m not gay,” Buck points out. 

“Well. Okay. That’s true.”

“But you, like, suck with women,” Buck says. “And you’re being so smooth with me. It’s ridiculous.”

“Uh… Okay. I’ll take that as a poorly communicated compliment. Yes. I am gay. I… I had a lot of time to think in El Paso. Sophia helped.”

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hiii can I request the slashers x teen! Reader who has Short curly hair but is insecure about it so they straighten it

(I don't care about the type of curly hair it can be up to you but if you want to add one can it be 3c💖)

As a person who has straight hair and literally no one else in my life has curly hair and I've never used a straightener in my life. I'm sorry if I get anything wrong. Just correct me!

I'll try to post more consistently I SWEAR THIS TIME!!!

Also extremely sorry for the pov changes, I change the pov writing depending on the characters if this bothers you please let me know.

Apology for disappearing on you guys for 3-2 months 😍

Warnings: reader being pretty insecure about their hair, they're straightening their hair 24/7 here apparently. Not much stuff.

Slashers included: Michael, billy and stuu and jasonnn

Relationship: platonic.

Slashers x teen! Reader who's insecure about their short curly hair! (3c)

Michael

He didn't really care at first how your really curly hair suddenly goes straight the next days and after. And just when it started to curl more it goes straight again.

At first he thought you straightened it because it must've been in your way or maybe you felt hot?

But inevitably it was a repeating pattern he saw. On really rare occasions you let your curls show in its true glory.

But he didn't really do anything about it or care because... Why would he? He's got people to kill.

......

That night he sat down on the couch with you. The electricity went out just before you could've straightened your hair. It was getting more puffy and curly.

Tugging on the ends of your hair to make it look a bit straight. (And also to distract yourself from looking noticeably nervous.) You stayed still uncomfortably as Michael sat eerily silent next to you as he always does. But he was sitting while looking at you so it was especially creepy.

"Uhm... Did I do something wrong?"

The only source of light was the burning candle slowly melting. Giving it a nice look.

The fact he didn't answer for a few minutes freaked you out even more. Suddenly the floor and literally everywhere else where Michael isn't in your line of sight looks interesting.

You jump a little when you feel a hand on yours where you were tugging on your hair and lift it down.

You look over to the mask of Michael and stare into the black sockets of the holes where his eyes should be visible. He points to your hair and then he gives a thumbs up. It was a bit slow, but he was telling you he really meant it.

At this point you don't even know how to feel. Your apathetic seemingly emotionless psychotic serial killer father figure was telling you that he thinks your hair looks good?

You feel a couple tears prickly at your eyes. Feeling a slight burning sensation in your throat and nose. Without much of a thought running through your hair you hug him, he absolutely does not like physical contact of course but right now he feels like the most safest person at the moment.

(Ps: *whispers* he loves your hairrrrr)

Billy n stu

It was without a doubt they love your hair but you still decided to be a teenager.

Setting your straightener on your table with a 'thud' sound, You stare at how your hair looks in the mirror. Sighing slightly you move yourself from your chair and head down stairs to your two psycho dads.

Stu was the one to immediately point it out after he saw you, "hey y/n! Why do you always straighten your hair?"

Whatever excuse-answer you gave them they weren't completely convinced but didn't want to push you any further. Well Billy did. Stu is just.... Stu. (Stu was stopped luckily)

After the day went by and you were in your bed. Today wasn't so bad. You were planning to either sleep and hope when you wake up it's not a bad day Or just burn your eyes with your phone in the dark.

Just when you were about to lie down you heard your door creek ajar. You turn your head around and see your dads just standing there in front of your door. They both looked kind of nervous.

You were about to ask a question but billy walked up next to you, setting himself down on the mattress of your bed you feel it dip a bit. Stu followed closely behind. Billy gently places a hand on your shoulder.

"What's this interrogation?"

"Uh- well we wanted to talk to you about something." Stu smiles though it looks a bit forced.

"... Well what is it?"

"Well... Do you like your hair??"

"... You made it seem so intense, and all you wanted to ask was if I liked my hair or not?" You honestly thought they were going to say the cops were outside or something. Not asking you that.

"Yes, now answer the question." Billy said it looking directly at you. If it were in a nutshell he would've probably had a gun pointed at you.

You were debating whether or not you wanted to be truthful.

"I guess so..." Your answer sounded extremely doubtful and uncertain. Which of course wasn't gone unnoticed by the two killers attending by you.

"Y/n.." Billy said softly.

"What's wrong?"

His question was met with an agonizing short but seemingly endless streak of silence. Both the men in the room already knew what was wrong but wanted to hear it from your mouth.

Stu sighed, he leaned against you.

"Y/n, if there's anyone who's bothering you , you can always tell us. If not... Then I'll teach my teenage child that they can't rebel love against their hair."

You smiled at this.

For them to act so serious on something so small...

You realised all your energy has disappeared and right now you want to shut your mind and body down for a couple hours.

Jason (let's just say there's electricity in one of the cabins)

He didn't understand. Didn't understand why you seemed to always straighten your hair. He loved the way your hair just bundles up into curly twirly shapes.

He does love your straight hair but he loves your natural hair even more. He tries hard not to let it get to him but overtime it starts to curious him greatly.

Another day of hunting down rabbits or other small creatures or going swimming for you to survive. Jason doesn't need it but eats whatever you make because who doesn't like sitting down eating their child's home cooked meal?

You noticed your hair had started to get more puffy. Feeling a wave of discomfort and insecurity you start to head to where your room was.

"Hey dad, I'm just gonna do something real quick."

Nodding he went to grab the vegetables and other ingredients while he waited for you. 5 minutes nothing. 10 minutes also nothing. After 5 minutes he went to check up on you but then you barged out of your door.

"Sorry! It took longer than i thought it would."

The first thing he noticed about you was your now straightened hair. He frowned in the inside of his mask he stared for a while

"Is something wrong? Did I take too long?"

He shook his head slightly. He turned around and lead you to the kitchen.

---------

He placed the empty dirty plate and bowl in the sink as he watched you clean the table.

His eyes lingered on the back of your hair. He takes a few silent steps next to you and waits until you either notice him or finish cleaning. He was pretty nervous if he was being honest. But it's not like he can't do anything about this kind of thing.

"Okay I'm do-" You had 3 jump scares and 5 heart attacks that you managed to keep inside you when you turned around and see your masked huge behemoth of a father right. Next. To your face. You back up a bit.

"Do you need something?" You asked with a nervous smile and laugh. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds but he raises both of his hands, tbh rn. You're pretty fucking scared even though he's technically your father he's never done something like this before.

His hands are on the sides of your hair and then he starts scrunching them. The ends of your hairs directly lying on his palms and he starts squeezing them softly for a second, letting go and repeating it again.

It takes you a hot minute to even have an idea of what he was trying to do but then you realised he was trying to curl them up! You don't do anything. You don't even know what to do. You look at him speechless after he's done.

Your hair is probably really messy and uneven right now but you can't pay it that much mind when he gives you an ok sign.

Before you could react he has you in a crushing hug. You don't really mind how strong it was this time though. Just the warm feeling of your father's bone crushing hug.

_________________

Wanted to write for Hannibal but didn't know wtf he would do 💀

[barbiewritesstuff]

Glimpses: True Love's Embrace and True Love's Caress (Part two)

Thank you so so much to @ayselluna and @ladyspacey for requesting a part two. It means so much to me ❤️

Not proofread. Never proofread.

He paces in front of your tent, creating a path in the dirt where his feet dragged. Shadowheart is inside, stitching what she can't heal with Lae’zel’s help. The two of them have gotten close, closer than he expected if their sneaking back from that private clearing was any indication…. He tries to distract himself with that, the gossip, the drama he could create if he told Gale but your voice floats his way and he’s back to thinking about you.

You sound a little hoarse, and you speak barely above a whisper when you tell the girls you’re okay. You lie when they ask what happens, your version of events thankfully matching his own, because he'd been too much of a coward to admit to Gale and Karlach that you were wearing the matching magic rings everyone all but made you swear not to wear, and that Astarion hadn’t noticed until he’d been so lost staring at your perfect breasts that he'd gotten stabbed.

But then, where to start if he told the truth? They’d ask why you would give him the ring, something he wasn't so sure about either. There were multiple possibilities of course, one being that you'd realised he was bloody useless in a fight and decided he was the biggest liability. In order to preserve potions and reviving scrolls, you had casted a warding bond over him. That was the answer he liked best. The one that allowed him to turn the pain, grief and absolute terror bubbling inside him like an unsupervised cauldron into anger.

It wasn’t the correct reason of course, and deep down -- and let’s be honest, not so deep down -- he knew it.

There had been a few nights of passion, a couple of stolen moments of heavy petting when searching for loot or simply when no one was around to look, but these seemed overshadowed by the nights he forwent his meditations in favour of spending your watch by your side, sometimes chatting, sometimes not -- There was never the expectation to entertain you, something which, at first, made him wildly uncomfortable but that he now cherished.

There were the mornings you snuck into his tent to do your makeup in front of the only unbroken mirror in camp. You always tried so hard not to “wake” him, but he’d usually pretend to awaken halfway through you applying powder on your eyes -- Placing the blame on his being up on you was easier to admit he woke up specifically to gaze at you applying creams, powders and lipsticks, but at this point, he figures you know anyway. There’s no need to be subtle with you, no need to steal anything, even moments, when you made it clear through repeated actions that whatever he wanted to take, you would give freely, even your own blood.

There was also the matter of loot. How you stole anything that wasn’t nailed down (and some things that were, in fact, nailed down. You’d stolen the nails too) in order to sell and barter your way towards food, armour, trinkets and Karlach’s ever growing collection of Teddy bears. But as soon as Astarion mentioned he liked something, even if it could be bartered for exactly what they needed at that moment, you would give it to him. He tries to stay quiet now after battles, half so he doesn’t arouse suspicion and half because the last time he spoke up, you gave him the trinket that would have bought you the first meal you’d eaten in nearly three days. And yet, shiny, pretty or even ridiculously ugly things he might like and get a kick out of, keep appearing in his tent -- it used to freak him out, how well you knew him, and it still does sometimes, especially when he admits to himself that this all was meant to be manipulative. He was meant to seduce you to gain favour and protection. Fucking you was his ticket to safety, to salvation. And it did get him that, he guesses, it just wasn’t the safety and salvation he bargained for.

The flaps of the tent part and Shadowheart pops her head out.

“She’s fine to see visitors,” she tells him, “She’s still weak but the noise of your pacing was driving us up the wall.”

“Pardon me for being worried,” he says, dramatically placing a hand over his dead heart in emphasis.

Shadowheart humms sceptically, “Worried she might die, or worried you won’t be able to feed?”

Well, he internally scoffs, at least he still has them fooled.

“Speaking of, you’re on a rat diet until she’s fully healed,” Shadowheart adds as he steps into the tent and she and Lae’zel step out.

He wasn’t even thinking of feeding, even with the blood gushing out of your wound, calling his name with every dwindling heartbeat, he’d fought a surprisingly easy fight against his more feral instincts and brought you back to camp. Nothing but worry for your safety and irrational fury had crossed his mind since your injury.

Irrational fury he was now failing to keep down.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He whispers through gritted teeth, “You could have died, you absolute fool. Do you think me so incapable of protecting myself?!” He continues, ignoring the fact that you can hear the grief in his voice. The other two can’t, they haven’t spent enough time with him, but you know him inside out.

You stay quiet, much to his absolute fury.

“I am not a child you need to protect, I am perfectly capable of doing this myself,” he adds, grabbing her wrist in his hand, and sliding the ring off your finger. You open your mouth in protest, but he throws the most genuine glare he can muster your way, and you close your mouth again without speaking.

He pockets your ring, and takes off his own, placing both in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Astarion eventually gives you one of them, tucked inside a letter he gives you before the final battle, and that he asks that you keep on you till the end. It’s his own ring, obviously, and he prays it’ll keep you safe even if you're only carrying it.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

12/4/2024- Transfer of Power :: Clay Bennett

* * * *

Governing is hard . . . as Trump is about to find out

December 10, 2024

Robert B. Hubbell

I am circling back to events that occurred late last week and over the weekend. Others have discussed these developments fully, especially Donald Trump's first “sit down” interview as president-elect. See, for example, Jay Kuo on Substack, Status Kuo, The Interview. I recommend Jay Kuo’s article for a detailed analysis of Trump's lies during his first formal interview as president-elect.

As Kuo describes in his essay, Trump touched on five major topics:

He vowed to end birthright citizenship under the US Constitution.

He is still exploring “concepts of a plan” to replace the Affordable Care Act;

He acknowledged that his threatened tariffs might contribute to inflation;

He threatened the January 6 Committee members with imprisonment while pledging to pardon January 6 insurrectionists;

He threatened to “send them all back,” referring to ten million immigrants whom he believes are subject to immediate detention and deportation.

Trump's threats outlined above will cause tens of millions of Americans to experience fear and anxiety and will inflict financial and emotional hardship on innocent family members. While that damage must never be minimized, we must also recognize that Trump's threats--collectively and individually—portend a disastrous start to his second term.

If he is stupid enough to follow through on his threats (and he is), they will provide Democrats, Independents, and shell-shocked Republicans with a common platform to resist and obstruct Trump's agenda, and punish his party.

Although NBC published a post-interview fact check and Kristen Welker pushed back against many of Trump’s falsehoods, Welker and NBC gave Trump plenty of airtime to repeat his outrageous lies.

Giving Trump that platform is journalistic malpractice—one that the major networks and cable outlets commit again and again. Readers sent me several dozen copies of David Pepper’s criticisms of the NBC interview: See Pepperspectives (on Substack), Platforming Disinformation - by David Pepper.

David Pepper prescribes the only rational approach to interviewing Trump (an approach not followed by Kristen Welker):

I’ll re-make the simple suggestion I made [when NBC interviewed Trump over a year ago]: Never move on from the FIRST lie until Trump acknowledges it’s a lie. NEVER. Literally….end the interview rather than moving onto the next topic. Why does this matter? Because Trump and other dishonest subjects go into these interviews KNOWING they can get away with endless lying, for two reasons. First, in many cases, most of the lies are not even fact-checked. Second, even if they are fact checked, the liar KNOWS that the interviewer’s goal is to get through a long list of questions. That list of questions, more than truth itself, becomes the goal of the interview.

David Pepper is absolutely correct! Unless journalists are willing to do the real work of holding Trump accountable for his lies, they are providing a platform for those lies.

Back to my thesis: Each of Trump's threats mentioned during the NBC interview will sow the seeds of MAGA’s defeat. For example, Trump wrongly claims that he can “end” birthright citizenship—a right explicitly guaranteed in the 14th Amendment. His proposal has been met with derision and scorn by legal scholars, who have described Trump's theory as a “lunatic fringe argument” and akin to believing in “unicorns.”

But that won’t stop Trump from issuing an unconstitutional executive order that will immediately cloud the status of legal residency, employment, Social Security benefits, healthcare, and unemployment insurance for tens of millions of Americans. Many millions of those American citizens likely voted for Trump in the mistaken belief that his lunacy would be directed at other people.

Trump intentionally ratcheted up the fear factor by saying that his termination of birthright citizenship should not “break up families.” Instead, Trump proposes to deport everyone in the family in which only some members have birthright citizenship.

Deportation based on “guilt by association” is extraordinarily unlikely to happen, but it did not stop Trump from making the threat during the interview and frightening millions of American families in which some, but not all, of the family members are US citizens by birth.

The same cruelty is embedded in Trump's massive deportation plan, which he has previously acknowledged will sweep in US citizens or legal residents entitled to remain in the US.

Even Trump knows he went too far in his interview bombast. He was forced to acknowledge during the interview that his tariffs “might” contribute to inflation—a statement that is as close as Trump ever comes to an admission that he is wrong.

Moreover, on Monday, a Trump spokesperson went further in attempting to “walk back” one of Trump's statements about jailing members of the January 6 Committee. The unusual move by Trump came after some of Trump's stalwart allies in the legal world blasted Trump for claiming that members of the January 6 Committee should be imprisoned.

Jonathan Turley, a law professor at George Washington School of Law and a frequent defender of Trump during impeachment hearings, said the following on Fox “news”:

The fact, however, is that there is no viable criminal case to be made against the J6 Committee members for their investigation or report. We need to move beyond the rage rhetoric if this country is going to come together to face the tough challenges ahead.

Trump spokesperson Jason Miller tried to dispute the clear implication of Trump's threat against the J6 Committee members by saying that Trump only wants “the law to be applied equally to everyone” and that the decision would be left up to law enforcement officials, including Kash Patel.

Of course, Jason Miller did not acknowledge that Kash Patel (nominee for FBI) has a political enemies list that includes every prominent member of the January 6 Committee.

If Trump follows through with his threat to pursue that January 6 Committee, his effort will crash and burn—even if it makes its way to the compromised and corrupt Roberts’ reactionary majority. The work of the January 6 Committee is absolutely protected by the Speech and Debate Clause of the US Constitution.

Finally, Trump's pledge to pardon the January 6 insurrectionists is a lose-lose proposition for Trump. If he pardons all of them (unlikely) he will pardon dozens of insurrectionists who attacked and inflicted serious injuries on dozens of law enforcement officers. If Trump pardons fewer than all of the insurrectionists, he will be viewed as having broken his promise and betrayed his most violent supporters among the January 6 mob. As I said, lose, lose.

Here's my point: Trump is in the “talking tough, consequence free” portion of his post-election fantasy tour. As soon as he attempts to act on any of his anti-democratic, “lunatic fringe,” family-busting threats, the consequences of his cruelty will dominate the airwaves non-stop. And that will horrify Americans and weaken Trump politically.

I expect that many readers will disagree with my analysis. But the Trump team has already seen this train coming down the tracks, which is why Jason Miller has started to walk-back some of Trump's comments and Trump has himself acknowledged that tariffs will raise prices in the US.

I believe that Trump has overplayed his hand. Yes, he will carry through with some of his threats and will inflict pain on millions of Americans. That tragic state of affairs will be our opening to convince the majority of Americans that Trump and his party of enablers are toxic to democracy.

[Robert B. Hubbell]

[memory-echo]

To Leave or not to Live

There’s been a lot of confusion over the latest chapters. After Seiko falls down the stairs, Seiichi takes it upon himself to take care of her. The question on the tip of everyone’s tongue is ‘why’. Why does he go through all the trouble of taking care of Seiko, given their history...?

If this is to be taken literally, this is as good as a DNR. It's not like she signs a document or anything, and it's not even like "she’s right in the head" to make this kind of decision for herself, but if you take this seriously, she's not very keen on living. Not surprising, since she was never very keen on living, anyway.

For context sake: the year before, Seiko told Seiichi all about her crappy childhood and he realized the truism that hurt people hurt people, and left. He continued to pay for her rent, but they didn't contact each other for over a year, and he started to live his life in a much more positive manner. All good, so far. Then she falls off the stairs and he's sucked back into the madness.

So, why is he taking care of his mother, after she told him that she didn’t want him to do anything? Does he think he can build a more positive relationship with her? 

I’ve read comments of people who think this line is menacing. It could easily go both ways: it could be “there's no way out for you, but don't worry, I won't let you die alone” or it could be “so, you want to die? I will force you to live, then”, but I don't think it's either of those.

Rather, both interpretations or possibilities are predicated on a lie. The fact is that Seiko just isn't there anymore; she's just a bag of bones. If Seiichi wants to start a new positive relationship, it's too late for that. If he wants some kind of revenge for what she did to him, she's not there to feel guilty or remorseful or anything, really, her brain isn't there at all. I don't know what he's trying to do, but whatever it is, he's just wasting his time and money.

I think this has nothing to do with revenge. When he hears about her accident, he imagines that it's karma for trying to kill his cousin. It has nothing to do with the fact that she abused him for 13 years. Also, what kind of revenge includes this? 

Wasting money on rent, spending resources on food and adult diapers doesn't seem like revenge to me. One could argue that it's the exact same situation as it was in the past: Seiko had complete power over her son and now the tables have turned. But you know what the difference is? Seiko used her husband's money to keep control over her son, she used his resources to show how dissatisfied she was about her life. There was no self-sacrifice, though, it wasn't her money, which makes it very Machiavellian of her to use her husband's resources to hurt him.

Seiichi is using his hard-gained salary (which I can't imagine is very high) to take care of a person he could easily abandon in her own apartment or smash her skull in while she was taking a bath... That would’ve been the end of all his problems!

Instead, he does this.

Changing diapers and imagining her as a toddler (that was an interesting imagery, by the way). Is he trying to correct the original wound that was inflicted onto her by her own parents?! Again, that's not going to work. For all we know she's too demented to even be aware that the person taking care of her is her son. Even if he gives her first class treatment, she doesn't know who he is. If there is some remnant of consciousness she said she didn't want to live, so...

In a way, he has been taking care of his mother his entire life since he was parentified by Ichiro. That was the problem in the first place, that he always felt responsible for his mother's misery, so this really isn't a change of pace for him. When he was a kid, he wasn't changing diapers, but he was lying to the police about the attempted murder, which, by the way, she seemed to have secretly wanted him to confess the truth, if you go by her expression...

In the end, the story repeats itself: she never loved him or wanted him, and all Seiichi ever wanted was his mother's love, which he’ll never get.

[jackals-ships]

2.1k words of dogdual <3< proposal! aka In Which Two Spades Do Not Know How To Communicate Effectively But Somehow No One Is Stabbed

everyone blame @almostourgalaxy (affectionate) for the pet names AN the proposal itself. i had my brain chemistry altered

Your fish is actin weird. Whale, okay, minor correction since you like bein pedantic; your fish is acting weirder than usual.

By this time you're rather used to his particular brand of freak. It's only about half the time you stare at him an wonder what the fuck his deal is. (the other half you're reminded that ah. right. he's a troll, specifically a lil horsiefish. they just act Like That.) (other times you're reminded and then immediately reminded the opposite direction that no, no. saturn just has every disease known to man an shrimp.)

Anyways. If he was just being weird you'd let sleeping sea dogs lie.

It's the fact he's being suspicious alongside it.

Acting jumpy and froggy, brushing you off, retreating back to his quarters a lot more frequently.

You're about climbing the walls with the desire to know what, pray tell the actual fuck, he's up to. (you have half a mind to start pokin around in his, but the one time you tried you were violently rebuked. came back to yourself with a blinding migraine and the taste of blood in your mouth. every part of you hurting like you'd had your bones broken and badly reset. so. yanno. lesson learned.)

But it's fine! You're sure this is a momentary bout of Ampora Weirdness and you can go back to your routine that he has oh so rudely interrupted. It's fine! You're fine!

Least til the Room Debacle.

See even before you two were swimmin around the fact you wanted to be something more you were constantly in his room. Not by his own volition mind you, you just liked a nice game of Poke Around In Murder Fish’s Place. (one time you did it while he was asleep. he did not stay asleep. you're still pretty sure the only reason he stayed his hand is bachus. still launched you hard enough the sound of cracking ribs was audible over your yelping.)

Eventually, once he figured out there was no force on earth that would keep you out (or locks changed), he caved and gave you a key. It made the game less fun then.

..Mostly. He sometimes changed the lock and swapped keys, put it somewhere you had to dig for or break into like he was givin you enrichment. And once together properly you were in there all the time. Either for the purposes of a) stealing and hiding his stuff or b) taking a nap. (you are a sleepy little guy and maybe you sleep better when surrounded by the smell of him. shut up.)

Now he's changed the lock again for the first time in..awhile. And you can't find the key or any of your tools. Sure you could quite literally break in but. That would be rude. (even if you can feel the itch in your brain. type that says somethin is wrong. type you've learned to smother.)

So you confront him. Perch yourself up on his desk like some horrible little bird as you shove all his stuff out the way. “Ampora.”

“Wwvhy.” He doesn't even pitch it as a question, more of a sigh than a real word. Accepting the inevitability of your presence.

“Ampora.” You repeat his name in the same moment you jab his muzzle. Earning a jerk away and pulling back of his lips. “Your room is locked and mine key is missing. For what purpose have you done so?”

You like to think you can read your fish pretty damn well. But you can't make hide or hair of the one he has now. “Can’t a man havvwe some privacy on his own damn ship?’

“No.” You blink at him, purposefully owlish as if this is common knowledge. Privacy? From you? Absolutely not. “Besides I don't think you would desire it considering I am after all the most charming and delightful creature-”

“Dog.” He cuts you off, rudely. And you can't help the way you still rabbit like. There is a wide variety of tones he takes with you. ranging from exasperated (almost fond, not quite but almost sometimes) to ‘is thinking about drowning you actively’ to ‘dear god wwvhat the fuck is wwvrong with you.’

The tone he takes now is one you haven't heard directed towards you in ages. (how thankful you are for your ability to keep your expression level. how humiliating it would be to let hurt show. you know you ain't a troll, ain't anythin close to violet but you thought. well. that's the problem isn't it? you thought.)

“I just need some privvwacy. For a few days, that's it.”

His expression betrays nothing in the same way yours does. That is worse, actually, than if he showed anything. At least you would know how the fuck to respond.

Instead you remove yourself from his desk, graceful as ever even as you're stumbling from the rug being pulled out from under you. “Privacy. Of course. I understand perfectly, Orphaner.”

“Dog-” You don't flee. Fleeing is for lesser men, fleeing implies something has gone wrong. Fleeing implies you are affected. You are not! You are perfectly fine! Why would anyone think you're not fine?

(were you younger you would beg. or attack him. or both. as is the urge is there, a thing you have to strangle down. especially when he doesn't follow after you. he lets you go back to your room and you.)

The next moment you're more aware of yourself you're sitting in the floor. The strewn wreckage of your belongings around you. Your knuckles are various levels of bruised or bleeding. Ah.

You should contact Bachus. That is your deal after all, when you go off the deep end. Or when you feel that you're going to. So he can mitigate the damage, stitch you back together into somethin that can pretend a little better it's a person.

…you don't want to.

That would mean talking about the feelings that are not burning you up from the inside. That would mean admitting that Saturn finally realized you're (a useless pathetic greedy thing, only good to be kept round when you're entertaining an you let yourself slip into somethin comfortable like a fuckin idiot. what'd he see you in anyways? why did you think it would last, you got lucky keepin his attention long as you did) too much. You've always been. Too much.

Your knuckles are still bleeding. And your room is a mess now. And you are. So tired. You'd been doin so well you forgot how exhausting this shit is.

You'll deal with it. Later.

—

You avoid him. The ship ain't as big as some others you've been and lived on but you are real good at avoiding someone when you don't wanna be found.

(you're torn constantly between hurt and blind rage when you hear him. mournful calling noises interspersed with your name.)

(it's worse when you hear raf’ch? hessla? like he cares either which way. bastard. fiend. how dare he.)

Unfortunately it is still his ship, and he knows it better than you. Saturn manages to catch you by surprise and you dearly regret not putting a bell on the fucker when you had a chance.

Because one moment you're eyeing a new hidey-hole, the next you're spun and slammed up into the wall. A snarling yap ripped from your throat as he holds you up at eye level. “Wwvhat the fuck. Is your problem?”

You might actually kill him this time. “Did you not wish for privacy, Orphaner?”

“In my owwvn room yes. I didn't mean turn into a damned ghost.” With the way he's posturing you'd almost swear he was concerned. It only makes you want to kick him in the gills. A thing that's difficult from this angle so you refrain.

“Perhaps you should’ve been more clear.” Your words come out more clipped than you meant, earning you a warning growl and claws digging into your shoulders.

“More clear? You.” In a shocking display he swallows down whatever he was going to say. And. Grabs you.

Pulls you away from the wall to tuck you under his arm like a football. A thing that sets you to squawking as you realize you do not, in fact, know how to wriggle free here. In your defense! The amount of times you have been turned into a human football is remarkably low!

Your wriggling stills however when he takes you to his room. Drops you unceremoniously on the bed. (ah. that's how it is. you have to fight back the urge to laugh. ain't you learned by now that's all-)

“Can hear you thinkin. Knock it off.” His words are uncharacteristically placid. You're bristling even harder in spite now. Bitch.

It doesn't work very well considering the fact his back is turned, grabbing..something you can't see. Somethin small enough to hold in the palm of his hand and conceal from you when he turns back around.

..you still can't read his face. You don't like that. He sits on the bed in front of you, close enough he could touch but he doesn't and thats. You're still bristling up until he opens his hand. Then it's smoothing out into something confused.

In his hand is a little pair of seahorses. All tightly curled round each other, violet and purple heads pressed to the other.

“I needed privvwacy to wwvork on these. Ain't done yet because it wwvas meant to be a surprise til you started actin a fool.”

You're still staring at them. Staring at him. And then staring at them again.

“...surprise?”

There's a long pause, his fins are pinned back for a second even. “...I wwvant to marry you, mrrkirr.” Oh. You are. Perhaps. Feeling very foolish now.

Well, more accurately, you feel like an idiot. Relief and mortification both washing over you in a tidal wave. Here he was plottin, here you were assuming the worst, didn't even ask a single thing before havin a fit.

You're back to staring at him. All tight control you usually have over your face out the window so you don't know what expression you're wearing.

Saturns own expression does that shuttering shut down shit. The type that usually only happens when you fuck up reel good. You open your mouth to say somethin. You ain't sure what since your brain is still catching up with the rest of you. (it's kinda funny though. here you both go hurting each other by accident. idiots, the both.)

But it don't matter much either way. Cuz his hand moves. Well. Twitches really, a fraction of a fraction of a tiny ass movement that has your own hand darting out to grab the seahorses. Has you hissing out that you, “didn't say no.”

He hisses back at you. Something between amused-offended and just making noises back at you. “Didn't exactly say yes.”

“You fuckin.” Your jaw snaps shut. How do you explain it? How do you say what you'd thought out loud? How do you explain your disappearing act in a way that doesn't make you look even more pathetic? You'd rather kill both of y'all.

Instead you're playing with the carvings. Fingers tracing over the heads, the tails, petting the gentle swirls only to freeze up when they shift. Your expression must've done something embarrassing this time because he's laughing. Somehow softer than usual.

“...they come apart. Like this.” He takes em out of your hand long enough to gently twist. Separating the little seahorses almost makes you feel sad. They're a pair! They should be cuddling! “..they're made to go on necklaces. Afterwwvards.”

You're back to petting them again, so you don't gotta look at his face. Chest doing some kinda awful squeezing thing. He still wants you. Even after, he still.

You let yourself fall over, forehead on his thigh as you hold up your free hand. “Not a word. We shan't speak of my moment of weakness.”

“So. That's a yes.” One huge hand is on the back of your head, uncharacteristically gentle as he scratches at your scalp, voice going into something smug. It makes all the tension you've been wound up with for the past couple days drain out of you.

“.. unfortunately for you. Yes. It's a yes.” His tail wraps around you, another steadying weight as you allow yourself this one moment of softness and he kindly doesn't begrudge you for it. Instead he just pulls you up into a proper cuddle. Head on top of your own as he nuzzles you, makin his delight clear with loud chirps that almost hurt your ears.

“Good. Cuz I already havvwe evvwerythin planned out. I'd’vvwe hated to havvwe to scrap it all.”

(later you once again kick yourself for not asking questions about his plans. because you have to do what with the water??)

[imadethisaccountforaheadcannon]

As far as i'm concerned Bloodmoon was the only one doing the correct thing with Earth

I don't watch her she actually gives me a truama response

She let sun the dude who took advance of the fact moon couldn't leave due to his kilcode to force moon to work without any form of compensation tne definition of slave labour, Did a smear campaign to the camera a large portion of the time painting moon as a violent psychopath often showed a complete lack of empathy for moon when he was in his psychotic state and the one time he did It was clearly false cause of the smear campaign and he comes out of everything looking sympathetic cause of her. Sun knew very well moon had things covered after KC showed up. Sun did some BS to make him look more "truamatised" to the viewer just cause he knows he's going to lose it and kill BM soon as in he knew KCs group was peaceful and he strait up premeditated killing them off only he accidentally killed moon in the process

Earth comes down and everythings okay

Eclipse targeted moon five times does what should count as rape against moon ounce maybe digitally molested moon ounce had moon legitly say something very similar to Earth when he first shows up but when she does it he starts giving out a backstory where he lied and victimblames moon and all it takes is her being nice to him for him to be seen as redeemed. I know it's not something that directly puts the blame on moon but he knew the fandom would take it as that so it was stile a lie and just because she comes along this is okay

Then next I know suddenly as soon a moon died only monty before he met earth as far as I can tell had a legitimately bad worthwhile reaction to moon being gone then she comes along and suddenly bam gone simping instead

Both Sun and Lunar Immidiately made it about themselves and lunar the starpowers was given so much sympathy and everyone rushes to his defence when eclipse targeted lunar and lunar just gets to blow him up but the thing is with how many times eclipse targeted moon he should have gotten that honour this and him being the one to get eclipse to give his backstory is owed to him but as noted earlier Earth took that off him but its okay ain't it

Then a yeah later I hear about literally everyone going after BM most of them because Earth is so "worth it" and lunars just a small bean everyone in universe treats BM as a monster for doing righteous vengeance and yes before I heard more heard he apparently devolved and he was just a badguy now and I accepted it and then I heard people thought he was bad cause he was going after lunar and Earth and like most of sun's group lunar got truama used as an excuse for not helping any moon. When it icomes to bite him in the ass Earth punches BM and then when he goes after her for that she's "traumatised" aka she got conquences of him coming after her then like most people on sun's side she just gets to use truama as an excuse to go after him and getting people to feel bad for her when it went sideways

Then they both die but only she comes back cause BM gets described as monstrous with how her actions allways seem to indirectly negatively affect moon it seems to me that thats most likely the real purpose on why she was created and I repeat as I put down before I believe she's a trojan it would explain why everybody instantly started treating her the way they did and why they so quickly started thinking about themselves instead of helping the the amnesiatic moon like they should have. She helps everyone cover up their wrong doings with cushy family vibes so they keep getting away with stuff

Oh and I nearly forgot the the asterals I barely know them the fact they only came for what moon produced and the fact moon was saying BS about himself yet taurus did nothing to counteract him means he's very willing to go along with moon being a slave

BTW as far as I'm concerned the hallucinations sun was having was to convince himself his victims deserved it just cause his unwillingness to take accountability is that fucking strong

[eliteprepsat]

Imagine this: you’re reading a passage on a standardized test, and halfway through, without even realizing it, you check out. Or you make it through the passage, but the questions feel vague, and more than one answer seems correct. Should you reread the passage and hope to understand it better? Or should you guess on the questions and hope for the best?

These experiences are all too common, and they are frustrating. Many students who run into these problems often check out and treat that part of the test as a lost cause. However, at the root of the problem is a simple lack of reading comprehension.

Reading comprehension is a complex process that involves understanding both the explicit and implicit, or unstated, meanings of a text. When that comprehension fails, the gaps in understanding pose major obstacles to your overall reading success. Practicing your reading comprehension skills can go a long way toward improving your test performance as well as your long-term reading progress.

Everyone loves to apply a quick fix and move on, but improving reading comprehension takes time and effort. Much like learning how to swim or play an instrument, steady practice will yield the greatest benefits. However, this process does not have to be tedious. With the right mindset and approach, you can raise your reading level to that of the SAT or ACT. Here’s how:

FIRST, IDENTIFY YOUR PERSONAL PASSIONS AND INTERESTS

Are you a car fanatic? A beauty aficionado? A movie buff? How about a tech enthusiast? No matter where your interests lie, your goal is to find articles and/or short stories about your favorite topics. You can locate articles online or pick up a magazine at a bookstore or newsstand.

SECOND, ONCE YOU IDENTIFY A SOURCE FOR READING MATERIAL, TRY TO READ IN UNINTERRUPTED INTERVALS OF 5, 10, 15, ETC. MINUTES ⏲️

You want to eventually reach the point where you can read for 30 minutes nonstop. This technique will help you with your concentration.

THIRD, AS YOU READ, MAKE SURE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND BOTH THE LITERAL MEANING AND THE SUBTEXT.

This will take active practice. The literal meaning is found directly on the page based on the language and vocabulary used by the author, so look up the definitions of any unfamiliar words as you encounter them. The subtext is found in between the lines by inferring the author’s intentions. Use prior experience and common sense to derive logical conclusions from the text. You will also want to pay attention to the author’s tone, structure, and purpose, elements that will allow you to see the text as a whole.

FINALLY, ALWAYS WRITE DOWN THE MAIN IDEA OF ANY ARTICLE OR PASSAGE YOU READ. 📝

Beyond the basic facts and details, ask yourself “What overall point is the author trying to make?” Find the main idea by concentrating on repeated themes and ideas throughout the passage.

As you can see, utilizing this approach will require you to be proactive, but the rewards you’ll gain from consistently practicing reading comprehension will be well worth it. If you lose focus at any time during your reading practice, quickly summarize, in your own words, everything you’ve read up to that point, and then continue forward.

You can (and should) always practice reading comprehension, but I especially recommend doing so daily in the 2–3 weeks leading up to the SAT or ACT. You want your reading process to flow smoothly, and increased comprehension leads to a better understanding of the questions and correct answers.

So don’t delay! Start your practice today, and be patient with yourself because it is not an overnight process. However, if you truly apply yourself to the best of your ability, the progress you make will never be taken away.

[archangelween]

Color analysis of god's opening monologue

TLDR: God's a liar.

The meaning of colors.

War becomes warning, both bright red and shot with black that becomes navy: the war is a lie, a deceit, but there's still going to be D/death. The warning to kids is saying it will be disregarded, and that there will be death because of that.

It is shown on a tv screen because we are watching all of this with god, who is also watching this through some recorded medium and not in-person. God seems to not have omnipresence.

The theories of the universe are in white, green, or light blue with a backing of dark red and navy: these are the real rules of the universe, the truth, and are built with love and follow the cycles of life and death. Science is part of the rules, part of god's game, and we are meant to figure that out. One symbol is lit in orange, meaning it's doing god's will. There's only one in black/navy and I don't know what the symbol is:

The "unofficial start" of the universe is colored in defiant yellow and red. The 14B age is labeled in gold and white: this is a fact, and god was there all those years. So the universe had a creator, but it did start 14B years ago, and the green on the tvs in this same sequence tells us this was part of the game. God is blatantly lying when she says these dates are incorrect, and she's doing it to gain power over us. Same deal with the medieval scholars: all doused in black. They show up from dark red to bright to orange to yellow: their wrong dates are motivated at first by true desire to understand, then by power, then claimed god wanted them to, then did it to be contrary.

James Ussher did not claim the earth was created on Sunday Oct 21, 4004 BC. He claimed it was at 6pm Oct 22 4004 BC, which according to today's dating would have been a Friday. God is lying, as evidenced by the black print and James himself being full of black. He is also red that turns to gold when god changes the time from "incorrect" to "correct". The pop out letters are white with glowing light blue because life did already exist at that time, and the clock behind this is red and gold/orange shot with the deception of black. I think that means this is wrong, god's deliberately lying to you and using these tools to do it. Possibly this is a warning that clocks are her tools, time is a tool of hers through which she makes you believe whatever she wants.

We get confirmation of that in the next sequence: she is playing a game with us, and green marks pawns in that game. When she says 4004 BC is "correct", she is again lying, and this is part of her game. You can see in the background a light green clock: time is her toy. She uses it to lie. We have seen continuity errors, timeline inconsistencies, in both s1 and s2.

The dinos are brown surrounded by black, their names and outlines in white, the skeleton arm green and black, another in red tones and black with yellow teeth, another outline in yellow. Another huge skeleton in white. God is lying to us as she's telling us the dinos were a joke, and this is again part of her game with us. The dinos are a powerplay against us to see if we'll defy her. The big blue eye as god says the dinos are a lie tells us god's lying: black of deceit, blue of life, wrapped in the truth that the dinos really lived. Using truth to lie, as Crowley and Aziraphle make use of to hide their relationship and hide how they save people against H/H's plans.

There's some writing in green and then in red that I can't identify. A drawing of what appears to be heliocentric gravity in gold, and possibly planet orbits in purple, then definitely orbits in orange. God makes the planets go round, no big surprise there. It also means she was involved in planning gravity, which Crowley also helped with.

Tarot cards, I do not know which ones. One of them repeats 5 times, plus 3 others. Lots of infinity symbols, perhaps this means she plays her games repetitively until she gets the results she wants. Aka she cheats.

This is the tarot that shows up repetitively.

This is the design on the deck of cards in the dealer's hands, it's a specific design but I don't know what it is.

I don't think the earth is a libra since it's glowing light blue, but what she says about being a libra is written in gold. She's trying to tell us that life should be in balance and harmony, ie not at war/conflict. The gold of the libra horoscope means god is looking for these things: this is her story, what she's entertained by. This is alongside white Pisces, white/yellow Scorpio, and what appears to be a cupid glowing dark red, but is actually a Sagittarius, with dark red glowing playing cards. There are several other Sagittarius glowing blue zooming around. I think this means the earth is actually a Pisces, a negative mutable sign, and god wants to see if people can defy her to become the scorpio (passion, excitement, and living life to the fullest) or sagittarius (dynamic blend of passion, curiosity, intensity, and adaptability, seeking answers in places and spaces others wouldn't dare venture) to find love or figure out her game. She is deliberately setting up conflicts with her just to see what happens. War: that was the point.

We see what appear to be purple and white onion rings, slices of hard boiled eggs, and apples floating in space with some kind of nut or lettuce head. Food is a sex metaphor, so god telling us that "avoiding salads is wrong" is her telling us sex is great for your health. Starting in a garden, which is the source of food, is thus also about sex. I think this means that Aziraphale and Crowley got it on in Eden, and probably before then too. It's going to end in a garden, so they're going to end up happily in bed too.

The astrology wheel that shows up is mirrored, and it's telling us that tarot/zodiac/etc is real in this universe. I think the mirroring means that from earth we would see it correctly, but from god's POV we see it backwards--this is more evidence we're looking from god's POV on a recorded/screen medium. Basically we're watching god's security cams, so things are not how we would see them as humans on earth. She is an unreliable narrator.

[nitannichionne]

Ransom's Redemption (Chris Evans Fanfic), Chapter 20: Prepped

I was ready to go.

I was excited, but nervous. I'd done some catalog modeling, but it is different for a fragrance. This could lead to a contract for that company or more opportunities. I was happy that Paul called to talk about the format of the shoot.

"Does it freedom matter?" Paul asked. "Your old flame and you get to light up the screen!"

I chuckle at that. "We do photograph well."

"Better than you and your-uh-Mimi?"

"We got it where it counts, Paul."

"So you're not the least bit excited about Calida?" he pressed for effect. "Seriously, now."

"It'll be nice," I can't help but smile, being coy. I laugh outright. Some jobs can be just plain fun.

"Too bad you have to stay married--"

"You make it sound like prison, Paul."

"Yeah, whatever."

"It's not a bad thing."

"Isn't it?"

"AS long as you like celly it can be great."

"Ugh, man." Paul snorts. "Like a ball and chain?"

"Ball and chain," I repeat. "I feel quite free, actually."

"Well, can't wait to see this."

"Me, too." 

"See you in the Big Apple, dude."

"Yeah, see you there." I click off and turn to see Mimi standing there. "Hey!"

"I forgot," she says softly. "how long will you be gone?" 

"Three days at the most."

"A three day pass," she half jokes.

I grab her by the hips and pull her to me. "I wish you could come, babe."

"Yeah, my focus for next you is to hire a replacement at Tea Time."

"But the fact you are needed means you guys are doing great."

"We," she corrects. "We are a good team."

"Always have been," I smile, but something about the look bothered me.

"As long so we are honest with each other."

"Of course," I agree, and mental flags pop up. "I love our partnership."

She swallows hard. "Me too."

"I love us," reword.

She smiles and hugs me. "Just...always be honest with me, okay?"

"I can't lie to you, Mimi."

She exhales heavily. "I sent some of your favorite clothes to the cleaners. I 'll got get them."

"I can--"

"No, no, I got it," she smiles brightly, grabs her coat and heads for the door.

"I'll take Roger out," I offer.

She left, and I felt something was wrong. But what?

******

For once I am excited about going to see my parole officer. At least I could talk to him and we were on a first name basis.

"So, you ready for this?" Elliott asks as we sit down.

"I think so," I shrug. "It's a pretty good opportunity."

"And you aren't taking your wife," he nods.

"Christmas rush stuff at the shop," I smile broadly.

"And you are doing a photo shoot with an old flame?"

I roll my eyes at him. "That's ancient history, Elliott."

"Is it, though?" 

"It is," I frown. "Look, I'm married with a kid on the way."

"Who are you trying to convince?"

"I'd never cheat on Mimi."

"Why?"

"What?"

"You told me about the whole million dollar heir thing," Elliott prods. 

"Hold it," I raise a hand. "I love my wife, Elliott."

"Okay, okay," Elliott raises his hands in a defensive gesture. "Just make sure she knows that."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Just make sure you tell her," Elliott shrugs. "It's your first Christmas."

"Yeah, I've been kinda stumped on what to get her."

"Oooh, better get that one right, man!"

"Yeah," I sigh heavily. "I'm hoping to find something in New York."

"Well, the possibilities are endless."

"Yeah."

"A bit of advice."

I start chuckling. "Shoot."

"If he, she, and or it is not good for you and good to you, let it go."

[whereismycanonevent]

Albums that are important to me Pt. 1

I wanted to write for a while but didn't really know what, so I thought I'm gonna make a list about my favourite albums, talking about them and explaining why are they important to me. Also, sorry for the grammatical errors, I usually write them in the morning so I get my thoughts without "filters" (I'll correct them in time).

Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly (2015)

I wasn't really a big album guy until a few years ago, until I gave this album a listen. I've heard so many good things about this record, so I decided to sit down and listen to it from start to finish. And Damn. Completely changed my mind not only on music, but album wise as well. I always thought an album should be banger after banger and replayable all the time, but that's not the case at all. You can also tell a story, share your thoughts and also share yourself. Hood Politics stood out for me for sure. I always love when an artist/author talk about themselves in another perspective. Especially negatively. It's so difficult to be vulnerable around people, even to close friends, but to put it out to the world? Can't even imagine. Personally, I don't listen to this album all the time, but I have a really special place in my heart for it.

Favourite songs: King Kuta, These Walls, i, Alright, Momma, U, You Ain't Gotta Lie, Hood Politics

Mac Miller - Swimming (2018)

Swimming is one of those records that I could listen to all the time. Mac Miller was such a unique soul. I remember when me and my friend were blasting Self Care almost everyday. It was our jam. Then we had a sleepover and when I woke up the next day, my twitter was flooded with his passing. When I got home and listened to the album again, it hit me differently. Especially the line on the song "Self Care" "... like september I fall".

Throughout the record he openly talks about his drug issues and his mental problems, but also how much he changed and learned throughout his years. Despite this, he still looked for a better future he knew he could get through everything and did not want to give up by any means. The amount of emotions that he put in this album is insane. I'm getting overwhelmed just by thinking about it. Favourite songs: What's the Use?; Self Care, Ladders, Conversation Pt. 1, Come Back to Earth, Hurt feelings, Jet Fuel, Small Worlds

Mac Miller - Circles (2020) This is the continuation of Swimming and some people consider these two albums as the same hence the name "Swimming in Circles". I remember when "Good News" dropped as a single. I cried my eyes out. At the time I was dealing with mental problems and that song was really a nail in the head. Perfectly described me and I listened the absolute shit out of it. Couldn't wait for the whole album (which was a week later). And oh boy, it destroyed me (in a good way of course). Even now, as I listened to it to refresh my memories, hearing that first bassline and the synth joining in on the first song "Circles" made me so emotional and ready to cry (again). I have left so many emotions in those songs, that everytime I listen to them they reappear. Like when you tear up an almost healed wound or when you go to your old room and you get back every memory for a few seconds. Or even when you catch an old smell that reminds you of your childhood or a specific memory. Every. Damn. Time. I mean I got to a point where I hold these memories rather appreciatively, kindly. Because after all this time I feel better now and I learned so much thanks to them. And this is the point of this album also. To change. To get better. Not to forget, but to appriciate and learn from your mistakes. I can't thank Mac enough because of these two albums. Fun fact, on the last song "Once a Day" the ending chord is actually an "unstable" chord. And as the album repeats, on "Circles" the first chord is a "stable" one. Which means that not only the album title is "Circles", but the album itself is a never ending circle. Favourite songs: Circles, Good News, Everybody, Woods, Surf, Once a Day

Sticky Fingers - Caress Your Soul (2013)

StiFi is one of those bands that found me at the perfect time. When I was reading through the JoJo's Bizzare Adventures series, one of the characters, Bruno Bucciarati has a stand called "Sticky Fingers". I didn't know which album/band was that so I searched it up, well, originally it was named after The Rolling Stones album from 1971, but I found these guys as well. To be honest I didn't check them out, but Spotify had a different plan. The next week, they appeared on my discover weekly page with the song "Teenage Vertigo" (I still think that song is the least StiFi song ever), I liked it so I added to my library. And it took me year to really gave their discography a listen. I was instanly hooked. Every album has a different vibe, personality and overall mood. But the one that stands out to me is definitely Caress Your Soul (even though the band fucking hates it). I can't really explain the genre of it, some people would call it alternative. Well that's partly true, I would call it a blend of reggae and pshyc rock? Or pop? Difficult to wrap my head around it. One song can be psychedelic inspired the other one reaggae style, another one is just alternative rock, it's a lot. Mainly that's why I absolutely adore this album. Around a year ago I had a really bad mental breakdown and I was always listening to this album. It got me to a better headplace and picked me up from the ground. It was a miracle. If you could see my Spotify history, I listened to this record; Every. Single. Day. The opening track "How to Fly" always gets me in a better mood, almost calms me down. Every time I hear it, it brings a smile on my face (maybe because I got high on it all the time). Also they dedicated an entire song to Laika, the russian dog who got sent out the space, hello??? The song feels already sad enough, but after you learn the history behind it, you'll feel even worse. It also helped me get better with the guitar, I learned so much in such a short time. Most of my chord knowledge, techniques come from this album and from this band, being grateful would be an understatement. Aussies definitely know how to make music, they have it in their blood. Favourite songs: How to Fly, Caress Your Soul, Clouds & Cream, Bootleg Rascal, Laika, Kiss the Breeze

Turnstile - GLOW ON (2021)

Being blessed by Spotify's Discover Weekly again, "I Don't Wanna Be Blind" from their previous album "Time & Space" instantly got my attention. The bassline, the punchy drums, the catchy guitar riffs and the dreamy yet attention catching vocals brought it together. But I didn't listen to their other stuff until a while later when one of my close friend showed me the video for "MYSTERY" and "TURNSTILE LOVE CONNECTION". I was blown away, the videoclip is so well produced, perfectly fit the music as well. Then I decided to listen through the entire album and I'm not gonna lie, It got me mesmerised. The cover art matches the vibe as well. It went on repeat the entire day. They definitely found their voice with this album. The way they mix hardcore punk with this dreamy sound, it's mind blowingly works. What really stood out to me was the drum parts. Daniel Fang is a fantastic and versatile drummer. Still bringing the hardcore punk feeling, he also mixes it with latin and samba style grooves, like on the track "DON'T PLAY", that groove with the catchy guitar riffs?? Should I dance or should I go into a moshpit?? Why does it work so well??? They know when to be aggressive and know when to pull back just to punch you in the face with a heavy part. Like how "MYSTERY' ends and how "BLACKOUT" starts. Always pumps me up. Favourite songs: MYSTERY, BLACKOUT, HOLIDAY, WILD WRLD, ALIEN LOVE CALL, T.L.C. If you read it until this point, thank you! I've planned this out a few days ago, but I'm really happy how it turned out. It was also great, to give another listen to these albums. I'm trying to post the second part as soon as possible.